DISCLAIMER: Harry Potter is not mine, if it was i'd be living it up in a mansion. But seriously, all characters belong to J.K. Rowling

Harry arrived at Malfoy Manor at 8pm on the dot. This was the arrangement he and Malfoy had, once every two weeks they would meet and well fuck. It was what Harry had demanded when Malfoy had informed him that Malfoy's dormant Veela gene had become dominant and that Harry was his mate. It really had been the last thing Harry had wanted, straight after defeating Voldemort. So he'd demanded there bare minimum necessary to keep Malfoy alive.

Malfoy looked up at him from his perch on his bed, where his head had been buried in his hands. In two quick strides he was in front of Harry. He made a move, as if to kiss him but then paused. It had been agreed that kissing wasn't necessary to sustain Malfoy. So kisses had always been off the table. With shaking hands Malfoy undone the buttons on Harry's shirt.

"You're late" He said, his voice shaking.

"Got caught up at the ministry" Harry said, slightly unnerved by the way Malfoy was running his hands up and down Harry's chest, unable to take his eyes off his own hands.

"Changing the date was a mistake" Malfoy whispered as he headed towards Harry's zip. It was true that Harry had a ministry function last week and so had postponed his rendezvous with Malfoy for another week. It had been 3 weeks until their last meeting. Perhaps that was why Malfoy was acting so eager.

Normally it was minimal touching and they undressed themselves. Harry stopped Malfoy's hand as it pulled down his zipper.

"Undress" Harry told Malfoy as he pushed his own trousers down, removed his glasses and shucked his unbuttoned shirt.

He moved to the bed where he got on all fours. The usual – only – position they ever did. Never face to face.

He felt Malfoy move into position behind him. Malfoy muttered a lubrication charm. Harry felt him tease his hole with his cock. Foreplay did not constitute as necessary to keep Malfoy alive and so it was not done. Harry figured it really had been a mistake to leave it this late. Obviously Malfoy was having a hard time controlling his Veela urges.

Harry wriggled his arse back in an attempt to make Malfoy get on with it. Sure enough, with a small groan Malfoy pushed his way in and began slowly thrusting away. While Veela could make sex amazing for their mate Malfoy never used his Veela abilities on Harry. Probably because Harry had been so set against being a Veela mate. Nonetheless, Harry always got off when he was with Malfoy.

Harry felt his orgasm building a Malfoy hammered away. Malfoy must have known this by the constant twinges of Harry's arse and slowed down the pace. Harry thought perhaps he was trying to prolong their time together since he was feeling so desperate. He pushed back in an attempt to get Malfoy to finish.

"H-harry" He moaned. "I need-I can't- ohhh" For the first time since their arrangement began five months ago, Malfoy pulled out from Harry. But then he quickly went about flipping Harry over and pushing his legs up so he had a clear view of Harry's spread entrance. Before Harry could complain about the changed position Malfoy had pushed in all the way and it felt so good that Harry could do nothing other than cry out and close his legs around Malfoy's back. This seemed to spur Malfoy on much more than the usual position which was perfect for minimal touching, intensity and connection. He immediately drove his cock between Harry's legs, hitting that sweet spot inside Harry with every thrust. Harry had to admit, his rules had meant it had never been this good.

"Oh God Malfoy" He said.

At this Malfoy looked up from where he had been watching is cock drive in and out of his mate. Harry suddenly realised how intense it was, how it could be from now on. Malfoy's wings erupted from his shoulder blades and the pleasure built and built. Then with no warning Malfoy leaned up and bit Harry's neck. Hard enough that it would leave a temporary mark. Harry's cock erupted, spurting shots of his seed up his stomach.

"Harry! Oh Merlin" Malfoy exclaimed.

At the first touch of Harry's orgasm Malfoy lost his control completely, thrusting into Harry while he shot his load deep into Harry's arse. Still thrusting softly, even after his orgasm ebbed away, Malfoy collapsed onto Harry's chest.

That had been…wow, Harry thought. Now the post-coital rest – why had they never done this before? Malfoy rolled off his chest and curled up into a small ball on the edge of his bed. Harry got up to get dressed as usual. He never stayed the night. As he buttoned up his shirt Harry turned to look at Malfoy who took the same position every time after they had sex. For someone who depended on sex with Harry for his survival Malfoy sure looked broken at the minute. The difference between this time and every other time after they had sex was that Malfoy's wings had retracted and were not covering him like a protective shield. He was shivering, Harry noticed. Did he do that every time after they had sex?

Harry had never noticed either way. Usually he did his business and left. But for some reason tonight he couldn't just leave. Maybe it was the way Malfoy seemed to be getting more and more despondent as the weeks went by.

"Malfoy?"

At the first sound of Harry's voice Malfoy looked up. He seemed surprised, which made guilt settle uncomfortably in the pit of Harry's stomach. After all, things were only this way because Harry had insisted upon it. Malfoy had been hoping for the full Veela-mate bond but after Harry had defeated Voldemort he had had enough of duty and pleasing others.

"Are you okay?" Malfoy blinked, still curled in upon himself but with his eyes fixed on Harry.

"It's not enough. This bare minimum deal is just killing me slowly. But it's okay – you don't want this and I won't force anymore on you" With this Malfoy ducked his head back into his arms, still shaking slightly.

"Is that why I haven't seen your wings out for the past three…sessions?"

"It's hard to control them when I'm this weak" Malfoy's voice came from within his nestled position on the bed. "It's okay Harry, you don't have to ask me this – pretending to care doesn't help"

Harry had heard enough, he unbuttoned his shirt and slid his underwear on before sliding into the bed, at which point Malfoy jerked his head up, his eyes large and…hopeful. Damn if that didn't make Harry feel like an even bigger twat.

"Come over here" Harry said once he was in the middle of the bed.

"You don't have to do this" Malfoy said, but even as he did so he emerged from his curled up position to lie straight on the bed, although still not touching Harry.

"Shut up and get over here Malfoy" Harry said, stretching out his arms for Malfoy. "I thought all Veela wanted to please their mate? Well it would please me if you relaxed and went to sleep" Malfoy made a noise under his breath as if he didn't really believe Harry but he went into his arms anyway.

Harry manoeuvred them so that they were facing each other, with Malfoy's arm curling around him of its own accord, and his wings suddenly shot out of his back, with the left one wrapping around Harry's body, clasping him close.

Harry felt incredibly warm and surprisingly comfortable. He wondered why they hadn't done this before. Then with his hand on Malfoy's chest he told him, "Sleep".

But Malfoy didn't sleep. He waited until he thought Harry might be sleeping and then he explored Harry's face, first his cheek bones, then his lips, his fingers gently ghosting over Harry's Cupid's bow. Harry pretended to be asleep. He wanted to see what Malfoy would do. Malfoy's hand moved up to Harry's hair, drawing through it before cupping his neck and then gently tracing the bite mark on his neck that Malfoy had left earlier. He lingered here and Harry's heart gave a strange thump and his stomach felt oddly unsettled.

"So perfect" Malfoy whispered. Suddenly he drew Harry closer, until his head rested on Malfoy's chest, and his left wing firmly encased him in his warmth. The last thing Harry heard before he drifted off to sleep were words that would come to set his stomach aflutter whenever he thought of them, "I wish I could keep you forever".