"Get. In. The. Bed." Draco spat out the words through clenched teeth, glaring at the stubborn man across the room.
"Go to hell, Malfoy. I'm sick of your bullshit! Every-fucking-day, you seem to have this need to start something and I'm not going to fucking do it anymore!" Harry crossed his arms over his chest, meeting Draco's glare with one of his own. "Now let me out of here."
Draco backed up closer to the door, not taking any chances. "No. We're going to have this out, again, so get in the FUCKING BED!" Harry remained where he was, a furious glint in his eye. They stood there, silently glaring, until Draco sighed, his shoulders slumping in defeat. Harry's arms relaxed.
"Expelliarmus!" Draco cried, flicking his wand at Harry. His wand was wretched from his grasp and flew into Draco's outstretched hand. Frustrated, Harry grabbed the closest thing to him (some unidentified object off his nightstand) and hurled it at Draco. Thankfully (for Draco), it missed, shattering over his head against the door.
"What the bloody fucking hell, Potter?" Thoroughly pissed, Draco warded the door heavily and called for a house elf to come in and take the wands. Once the small creature left, he returned his attention to Harry, who was eyeing the room, as if to see what else he could throw at his lover.
"Neither of us is leaving until we work this out. Now, get in the bed." Draco began stalking over to Harry.
"No!" Harry tried to edge away, only succeeding in getting caught between the angry Draco and the bed. He went to crawl across the bed, but Draco grabbed his ankle and drew him back. He wrapped his legs around Harry's flailing ones and struggled to lock his arms around Harry's, but the dark-haired boy was intent on scratching. Finally he managed it, Harry's back to Draco's front. Harry continued to fight, his arse wiggling against Draco's crotch.
He nuzzled Harry's neck, kissing the spot on he knew drove the other man crazy. Harry stiffened for half a second before giving in to Draco's assault. Smirking, Draco rubbed his hard cock against that firm arse, one hand drifting down to giving Harry's own erection a few firm pulls.
"No one is going to leave this bed until we settle this," Draco hissed, one hand questing for the lube.
Harry gasped as one slick finger breached his hole. "I think I can agree to that." Another finger joined the first and soon Harry was writhing against Draco, who maneuvered Harry onto his hands and knees. He pumped his fingers in and out, stretching his lover.
"Now, you're going to listen to me when I talk," Draco said, removing his hand and grasping his cock, pressing into Harry's tight entrance. He slowly entered, his eyes rolling up at the wonderful feeling. Once he was firmly seated inside, he resumed talking. "Sometimes I want to argue just for fuck's sake. It's like foreplay." He thrust, rolling his hips. Harry moaned, his hands grasping at the sheets. "So, from now on," another thrust, harder, "instead of getting angry," thrust, "take advantage and fuck." Draco began thrusting in earnest, one hand reaching around and stroking Harry in time with his strokes.
Harry moaned, his back arching as Draco hit his prostate. Before he could stop himself, he came, his release shuddering onto Draco's hand, his muscles clenching around his lover, causing him to spurt deep inside of Harry.
With a sigh, Draco collapsed against Harry, dragging him down and spooning him from behind. "I'm sorry," he whispered into Harry's ear.
"Mmm. Yeah, me too." They lay there, cuddling, too content to move.
