It Hurts, So Good
By Lyla Hayden
Rating: R, for good reason, thank you very much.
Warning: Violence and major slash. If you don't know what slash is, it's just pairing off two males, so if you don't like any of this, don't read it. Flame me if you want, but I'm giving you fair warning ahead of time.
A/n: I kinda exaggerated the certain characters' personalities. Draco's more of a sadist and Harry's more depressed then I think he should be. It's kinda icky, so the feint of heart really shouldn't read it. It's not the worst I've written or read, but it's...well...you know. " So there's my little warning fest. Onto the story!
OneShot: (Harry Potter's POV, aka, point of view.)
The whip sliced at my back and I cried out. The knife carved away images into my flesh and tears stung my eyes. Blood caressed my lips only to have them kissed away. My body twisted in pain, yet craved for more. Was this love? No, I think not. This was need. It was a craving.
I watched the silky blond boy, no not boy, man, carve the Mark expertly into my side. The maniac laughter made my heart twist in pain. "Harry, you've spent your whole life fighting His evil, and now you bear his mark! Isn't that funny?" I suppose it was funny, more ironic, I think.
"I guess so, Draco." The Slytherin pulled my head up for another kiss. His tongue slid across my lips, both asking for entrance and to lick away the blood that covered them. My lips parted to allow him access. Our tongues danced eloquently together and I felt my heart soar.
We had sessions like this every night for the past few months. It was better then cutting myself and it felt just as good. It hurts, so good.
I felt a scream rip through my throat as I felt Draco enter me. He never prepared me and I always had to try not to walk funny in the morning. I would always pray silently that no one would find out, because if they did, they'd put a stop to it, I just know they would.
The pain ebbed away with each thrust Draco drove into me. He leaned down, teasing my neck with kisses and nips. Pain soared through me when he bit down hard enough to draw blood. I felt the tingle of it drip down to the already blood-covered floor.
He would pound into my prostate and I would scream out his name. His hand snaked around to allow me pleasure. We both reached our climaxes, him first, and it was all over for the night. I sighed as he slid out of me and with the wave of his wand, the blood was gone.
He healed my wounds enough to stop the bleeding and helped me get back into my clothes. I guess you can say that we're both fucked up, but that's what you get when a father abuses his son and you fight with one evil for sixteen years.
I suppose we really are pretty fucked up. My wounds heal. The pain fades. But I always come back for more. Draco doesn't mind. It hurts, so good.
Masochist? I supposed I am. It's a way to release all my anger and pain of Ron, Hermione, and even Dumbledore's deaths. Maybe I really do love Draco. He gives me release. I pull him in for another kiss at the thought, but I know he will never return that love I feel for him. I'm just there for his own release. I'm a way for him to let go of all his anger and frustration.
But it doesn't matter. I don't care. It hurts, so good. I love him.
-The End-
a/n: oO Should I write more to this? I don't know if I should or not. I could write a prequel...one to say what happened to Ron, Hermione, and Dumbledore...But I don't know. What do you think? Let me know. Flame me if you wish. Please read and review. Dankoos.
By Lyla Hayden
Rating: R, for good reason, thank you very much.
Warning: Violence and major slash. If you don't know what slash is, it's just pairing off two males, so if you don't like any of this, don't read it. Flame me if you want, but I'm giving you fair warning ahead of time.
A/n: I kinda exaggerated the certain characters' personalities. Draco's more of a sadist and Harry's more depressed then I think he should be. It's kinda icky, so the feint of heart really shouldn't read it. It's not the worst I've written or read, but it's...well...you know. " So there's my little warning fest. Onto the story!
OneShot: (Harry Potter's POV, aka, point of view.)
The whip sliced at my back and I cried out. The knife carved away images into my flesh and tears stung my eyes. Blood caressed my lips only to have them kissed away. My body twisted in pain, yet craved for more. Was this love? No, I think not. This was need. It was a craving.
I watched the silky blond boy, no not boy, man, carve the Mark expertly into my side. The maniac laughter made my heart twist in pain. "Harry, you've spent your whole life fighting His evil, and now you bear his mark! Isn't that funny?" I suppose it was funny, more ironic, I think.
"I guess so, Draco." The Slytherin pulled my head up for another kiss. His tongue slid across my lips, both asking for entrance and to lick away the blood that covered them. My lips parted to allow him access. Our tongues danced eloquently together and I felt my heart soar.
We had sessions like this every night for the past few months. It was better then cutting myself and it felt just as good. It hurts, so good.
I felt a scream rip through my throat as I felt Draco enter me. He never prepared me and I always had to try not to walk funny in the morning. I would always pray silently that no one would find out, because if they did, they'd put a stop to it, I just know they would.
The pain ebbed away with each thrust Draco drove into me. He leaned down, teasing my neck with kisses and nips. Pain soared through me when he bit down hard enough to draw blood. I felt the tingle of it drip down to the already blood-covered floor.
He would pound into my prostate and I would scream out his name. His hand snaked around to allow me pleasure. We both reached our climaxes, him first, and it was all over for the night. I sighed as he slid out of me and with the wave of his wand, the blood was gone.
He healed my wounds enough to stop the bleeding and helped me get back into my clothes. I guess you can say that we're both fucked up, but that's what you get when a father abuses his son and you fight with one evil for sixteen years.
I suppose we really are pretty fucked up. My wounds heal. The pain fades. But I always come back for more. Draco doesn't mind. It hurts, so good.
Masochist? I supposed I am. It's a way to release all my anger and pain of Ron, Hermione, and even Dumbledore's deaths. Maybe I really do love Draco. He gives me release. I pull him in for another kiss at the thought, but I know he will never return that love I feel for him. I'm just there for his own release. I'm a way for him to let go of all his anger and frustration.
But it doesn't matter. I don't care. It hurts, so good. I love him.
-The End-
a/n: oO Should I write more to this? I don't know if I should or not. I could write a prequel...one to say what happened to Ron, Hermione, and Dumbledore...But I don't know. What do you think? Let me know. Flame me if you wish. Please read and review. Dankoos.