Disclaimer: Anything you recognise isn't mine.

Warnings: SLASH. Rated M for a reason.

Lust Crazed Saviours

Chapter 2

When Draco awoke, the first thing he realised was that Potter was still asleep. At least, he assumed that must be the case given that the Gryffindor was still sprawled across his chest, head tucked contentedly beneath Draco's chin. For just a moment he allowed himself to enjoy it, the feel of the other boy's hair tickling his jaw, the callused palm resting against his shoulder, the pleasant heat of Potter's body pressed intimately against his own... He could get used to this; waking up beside the Gryffindor.

The wayward thought startled him so much that he flinched and his movement, slight as it was, was all it took to wake the sleeping lion. Potter stirred and for just a moment seemed to nuzzle more deeply into Draco's embrace before realisation evidently struck. Tearing himself away, Potter all but fell out of the bed in his hurry to detach himself. Sitting up, he looked ready to bolt until he abruptly noticed his own state of dress. In a flash, he was buried back beneath the sheets, little more than his eyes and the top of his messy head visible above the Egyptian cotton.

"What am I doing here?" Potter demanded, eyes filled with mistrust as he frowned at him across the pillow.

"What do you remember?" Draco questioned back, trying not to notice how much he missed the softer expressions he'd already become accustomed to seeing on the Gryffindor's face.

"We were in potions..." He started, before his features suddenly twisted into a fierce glare. "You threw off my counting. You made my potion explode."

Draco rolled his eyes. "Your inability to count up to thirty is not my fault."

"I know you distracted me on purpose. What? Did you want me to lust after you? Is that it? Humiliate me in front of everyone? You're such a bastard, Malfoy."

"Actually, you were supposed to lust after Granger, which would have nicely pissed off the both of you as well as the Weasel in one fell swoop. It's not my fault you can't keep your eyes off of me for more than thirty seconds at a time."

To Draco's surprise, Potter flushed at that, but he was still too caught up on the Gryffindor's accusations to take much notice of it.

"And just so you're aware, there are plenty of people who would not be 'humiliated' to be seen lusting after me, so fuck you, Potter."

"I didn't mean it like that." The other boy frowned.

"No, of course not." His voice dripped with sarcasm.

Suddenly, the Gryffindor's eyes went impossibly wide and he stared at Draco as though he'd never seen him before. "No..."

"No?" He repeated, momentarily nonplussed.

"You said no." Potter clarified. "I asked you to... you know, and you said no."

"Yes, because a rape conviction is exactly what I needed to spice up my CV, it would have fit so nicely beneath 'marked Death Eater'." He tried to sneer, before belatedly adding. "Besides, why would I want to fuck you, anyway?"

"I don't know why, but I know you wanted to."

"Think what you like." Draco shrugged, finally giving into the temptation to flee and rolling over to present Potter with his back.

For a long while, the Gryffindor remained silent and Draco found himself desperately wondering what the other boy was thinking. The longer he lay still, the more memories of the previous evening seemed to return, taunting him with ghostly caresses and remembered words. Potter had said he'd 'wanted this for so long', but Draco hadn't thought to ask what he'd meant. Wanted sex? Wanted Draco? Wanted sex with Draco? He barely resisted the temptation to snort. As if Potter would ever want anything to do with him when he wasn't under the influence of a powerful potion.

"You made me a promise." Potter finally broke the silence, although it was the last thing Draco had expected him to say.

"It was the only way I could get you to keep those wandering hands to yourself."

"But I didn't keep them to myself. Last night you let me touch you everywhere..."

Suddenly the Gryffindor was right there, his body pressed flush against Draco's back as one hand slid over his hip to rest against his abdomen, lightly holding him in place.

"What are you doing?" He choked out, torn between tearing himself from Potter's embrace and melting back against him in surrender.

"You promised me last night that if I still wanted you this morning, then I could have whatever I wanted. You promised to fuck me so hard that half the school would hear my cries." The hand on his abdomen began to stroke up and down, dipping lower and lower with each caress. "Well I still want you, so what are you going to do about it?"

"Fuck you, Potter." Draco caught the wandering hand before it had a chance to reach his rapidly growing erection, his voice coming out more sharply than he intended as he fought against his body's treacherous reactions. "I'm sorry I humiliated you in potions yesterday, but you've already had your revenge, just shove off and leave me be."

"This isn't revenge." Potter protested quietly, though he stopped fighting against Draco's hold. "I meant what I said last night, I've wanted you for ages. The potion didn't change how I felt about you, it just made me forget all the reasons why I shouldn't tell you. I never dreamed you could want me too, but last night..."

"What?" Draco demanded roughly when the Gryffindor did not continue immediately.

"Last night..." He chose to ignore the amusement at his impatience that he could hear lacing the other boy's words. "You didn't push me away because you didn't want me. You pushed me away because you didn't want me like that."

"I never said that."

"You didn't have to." Potter struggled to free his hand again, but when Draco refused to release him, the other boy used his mouth instead, pressing a row of biting kisses across Draco's shoulder. "You wanted me, but you said no anyway, that says it all for you."

"I let you do what you wanted, within reason I might add, and that was all. I barely touched you." He hoped the Gryffindor wouldn't notice the breathless quality of his voice, but he knew it was probably a long shot.

"You wanted to though, just like you want to now." Potter paused to nibble on his ear lobe. "And you can't tell me you didn't enjoy what I did to you, because I know different, I felt it."

Draco shrugged. "You could have been anyone."

For half a second Potter paused, as if thinking this over and he nearly took it all back, but then Potter pressed even closer, his lips continuing to trail kisses over whichever parts of Draco he could reach.

"No." He disagreed. "If I'd been just anyone you wouldn't have been so tolerant with me. You'd have kicked me out of bed with nothing more than a 'fuck you'. You let me have what I wanted even if it was 'within reason' and then you let me stay."

"But..." He started, though he had no real idea of what he was going to say.

"After all," The Gryffindor continued as though Draco had not interrupted. "You could have anyone you wanted, so why allow me to have my way with you? 'No one touches a Malfoy without permission', right?"

For one of the only times in his life, he found that he had been rendered completely speechless. Who knew Potter was capable of employing such sly tactics? He had systematically blocked Draco off at every turn, quoting his own words back at him to drive each nail home. Could it really be true then? Did Potter really want him, even without the effects of the lust potion twisting his desires? Suddenly, the Weasel's words from the previous day returned to him, only this time he saw them in an entirely different light. 'Harry's always fucking staring at the ferret', he'd said, 'it's sickening'. So was this what he'd meant? Perhaps Potter only glared when he was caught looking, in which case...

"So I want you…" The Gryffindor continued finally when it became obvious Draco was not about to speak. "And you want me…"

Potter paused to tug his hand from Draco's now boneless grip, lowering it to cup his half-hard shaft. He bit back a moan even as his thoughts continued to whirl. With the warm fingers now lightly caressing him it was even harder to get his head screwed on straight, but he made one final attempt at sorting through the various pieces of information he'd collected over the past twenty-four hours: Potter wanted him, really wanted him, and apparently had done for some time. Potter was no longer under the influence of the potion. Potter was still in Draco's bed, naked, lusty, hard as rock and touching him. And Draco was too busy analysing things to take advantage. What the fuck was he playing at?

"Last night you promised to fuck me if I still wanted you and I think I've made it quite clear that I do, in fact, still want you." Potter continued on, oblivious to Draco's frantic thought processes as he pressed his own erection more firmly against Draco's arse, evidently seeking friction. "So what are you going to do now?"

For just a moment longer he hesitated, feeling just a little overwhelmed before finally, pure animal instinct kicked in. With a lightning fast movement, he turned, simultaneously flipping Potter onto his back and rolling atop him to keep him in place.

"You should have been in Slytherin." He declared as he pressed the Gryffindor back against the sheets, pinning his hands to the pillows beside his head.

"You're not the first to tell me that." Potter retorted with a grin.

"So you've got it all worked out have you?" Draco queried, shifting until their hips lined up, their erections rubbing together and making them both moan.

"Mhmm." The other boy murmured, tugging his wrists free in order to wrap his arms around Draco's neck. "We want each other, so why fight it?"

"Why indeed?" Draco agreed mindlessly as he lowered his head for a kiss.

It felt so different to the previous night, knowing he could touch without the fear of repercussions, and he had every intention of taking full advantage. With a sigh of satisfaction, he finally shoved his fingers into the mop of hair he had been longing to touch all evening, turning Potter's head this way and that as he deepened the kiss, exploring every millimetre of the Gryffindor's mouth. When that was no longer enough, he allowed one of his hands to sink lower, sliding over everything from taught muscles to pebbled nipples to ridges of scar tissue before finally approaching its goal.

He hesitated then, drawing back from the kiss and propping himself up on one elbow so he could see Potter's face. As soon as Draco stopped, the Gryffindor's mouth opened to speak, but he had no intention of allowing the other boy to interrupt his fun. With no further delay, he traversed the final expanse of skin, wrapping his hand around Potter's erection and beginning to stroke.

"Fuck, Malfoy!" He arched his back, forgetting whatever it was he'd intended to say in favour of crying out his name.

"You were calling me Draco yesterday." He teased, repeating the movement of his wrist.

"Fine, Draco, whatever you want, just don't..." Potter broke off with a moan, thrusting roughly up into his fist. "Just don't stop!"

"Are you sure that's what you want, Harry?" He purred, nudging the other boy's legs apart and settling himself in the space between them. "You wouldn't want me to break my promise now, would you?"

At that Potter seemed to freeze, his eyes widening as he gazed up at Draco, lips parted as he panted roughly.

"No." The Gryffindor agreed breathlessly, relaxing only to arch up into Draco's fist once again. "We can't have that."

"Sure?" He questioned, even as he released Potter in order to reach for his wand.

"Yes." The other boy murmured, wiggling enticingly beneath him. "Fuck me, Draco, make me scream."

Groaning in anticipation, he set about doing just that. A quick lubrication spell slicked his fingers, the first of which he wasted no time in inserting into Potter's more than willing body. A second soon followed and he watched fascinated as the Gryffindor arched and twisted beneath him, fucking himself on Draco's digits.

"More." Potter demanded, reaching for Draco and pulling him into a brief but passionate kiss. "I'm ready, I want you."

"Fuck, Potter, you really have a way with words don't you?" He stated, not even sure himself if he was being sarcastic or not. The Gryffindor's blunt command had certainly sent Draco's desires ratcheting up another notch.

The other boy didn't bother to respond, but then he supposed there was no need as Draco accompanied his teasing with the removal of his fingers. Another hurried spell and he was lining himself up with Potter's entrance, before slowly sinking into the deliciously tight heat.

"Ok?" He gasped when he was fully seated, holding himself still by sheer force of will.

"Yes." Potter murmured, his tongue darting out to moisten apparently dry lips. "Just give me a moment."

"Ok." He repeated, using the brief respite to try and get his own body back under control.

"Alright, I'm ready." The other boy panted after a moment or two. "Move, Draco."

The Gryffindor punctuated his breathless demand with a roll of his hips, making them both moan and Draco could wait no longer. Slowly, he drew out almost completely, before thrusting forward again just as slowly, making certain Potter could feel every inch of him.

"Merlin, Draco..." The Gryffindor moaned, arching his back and drawing him even deeper.

"Harry..." He replied, his voice no more controlled as he repeated the movement of his his hips again and then again.

"Faster." Potter begged finally, when Draco had teased them both to distraction with the slow speed of his thrusts. "Please, more, I need..."

Abruptly, he pulled out before slamming forward.

"That what you wanted?" He demanded roughly.

"Yes! Fuck, yes." The Gryffindor raised his knees, planting his feet on the bed and raising his hips to meet every move Draco made. "Make. Me. Scream!"

"Whatever you say." He panted, shifting his weight until he could thrust with abandon, fucking Potter into the sheets.

It really was just as good as the Gryffindor had said it would be. Everything from the feel of Potter's body pulling him in, to the frantic pace of their movements, to the sexy as sin way that Potter had begun to chant his name. All of it seemed specifically designed to build him up for what he knew would be the most intense orgasm he had ever experienced. As he began to climb higher, he knew he could not hold out much longer and shifting his weight he slipped his hand between their bodies, moaning aloud at the feel of Potter's hard shaft in his fist. His muted sound of pleasure was echoed by the Gryffindor who practically growled at the extra stimulation and a moment later he tensed, crying out Draco's name so loudly it was almost a roar. A minute later, he found his own release, nearly biting through his lip in an effort not to cry out.

No longer able to support himself on trembling arms, he collapsed bonelessly on top of the panting Gryffindor. Even now he still expected Potter to suddenly come to his senses and flee, but again the other boy surprised him, wrapping his arms more tightly around Draco's back and hugging him closer.

"I told you so." Potter murmured finally, when their breathing had returned to something resembling normal.

"Told me what?" He queried, though he still couldn't quite summon the energy to move off of the Gryffindor.

"That it would be good." There was a smugness to Potter's tone that Draco wasn't sure he was entirely happy about.

"Just good?" He protested with mock affront.

"Amazing, then." He could hear the teasing smile in Potter's voice but as the Gryffindor continued talking, it bothered him less and less. "Breathtaking, astounding, spectacular, magnificent, phenomenal, stupendous, earth-shattering..."

"Best you've ever had?" Draco interjected with a little smugness of his own.

"Best I've ever had." Potter confirmed with a chuckle and a squeeze of his arms.

"Yeah." He admitted. "Me too."

"Think round two could be even better?" The Gryffindor asked with an unexpected note of tenderness, one hand sliding up Draco's back to caress the nape of his neck.

"Only one way to find out." He smirked, even though he knew Potter couldn't see his face.

"Ready again so soon?"

"Give me ten more minutes." He admitted, finally rolling off of the other boy to sprawl out beside him.

"I'll give you whatever you want as long as you promise to fuck me again before I go."

"And when are you planning on going?" He found himself holding his breath as he waited for an answer.

Potter shrugged. "Whenever you kick me out."

"So you're moving in then?" He quipped back, forcing a false note of lightheartedness into his voice.

"I..." The Gryffindor stared at him for what felt like a lifetime before his face suddenly lit up with a beaming smile. "Sure, why not."

"Your friends will be horrified."

"So will yours."

"True."

"They'll be happy for me, though."

"Really?" He wasn't convinced.

"Well, maybe." Potter gave him a lopsided grin. "They'll get used to it, anyway."

"They'll have to." Draco informed him haughtily.

"Yes they will." The beaming smile was back. "Because I'm not letting you go."

"Physically or metaphorically?"

"Either." The Gryffindor snuggled up closer, sliding his arm around Draco's waist and pressing their bodies together. "And you'll find I can be very stubborn when the mood takes me."

"You? Stubborn?" He shot the other boy a wide eyed look of surprise. "Surely not."

"Shut it, you." Potter retorted good naturedly before his lips suddenly quirked up into a wicked smirk. "Has it been ten minutes yet, do you think?"

"You're even worse this morning than you were last night." He rolled his eyes.

"I don't need the help of a potion to lust after you." The other boy paused to suck lightly at the pulse point on Draco's throat. "So, is that a yes or a no?"

"Yes." Draco surrendered, gasping when Potter's hand immediately dropped to circle his half-hard shaft. "Merlin, yes!"

There was certainly something to be said for naked, lust crazed saviours in his bed, he decided as he gave into the Gryffindor's seduction yet again.