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Summary: Both Draco and the Mind-Healer say that Harry needs to learn to enjoy small indulgences, but a lifetime of having very little has accustomed him to doing without that which he doesn't need. Can Draco convince him to see the difference between occasional treats and wanton gluttony? Perhaps Harry just doesn't have enough experiences yet in order to reasonably compare the two. Now that's something Draco can do something about.

Tags/Warnings: EWE, HP/DM, Fantasies, Roleplay, Exhibitionism/Voyeurism, Orgy/Multi/MMMMF, Fluff, Smut, Slash

Gluttony — the overindulgence or overconsumption of anything to the point of waste.

Author's Note: Thanks to all my new friends in the Seven Shades collab. This story is dedicated to all of you, as it wouldn't be here without you. Thanks for all your help brainstorming, your alpha/beta reading, your support, your ideas on making this sexier, and just your general belief in me. I can't wait to work on our next series!

To any of the readers of my That's Life Together Drarry established relationship series, this work is NOT part of that universe, I promise. This is important to note, I think, as that would make some relationships in that series VERY interesting and definitely change the dynamics, lol.

Final Note: Please pay attention to the Tags/Warnings. This story is rated M for a reason, and I assure you, it's not violence. 18+ only, please!

Gluttony | Or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bang

by Janie-Ohio

Chapter 1

"Harry, do you have anything you'd like to say to Draco's point?"

Harry looked at his Mind-Healer, Helen, and sighed. They'd only been in their bi-weekly session for fifteen minutes, and already he knew that he was going to lose the argument.

"Look, I know he thinks I just can't appreciate nice things, but it's not that. I just don't feel the need to have a ton of stuff or to have people do things for me all the time. I don't need it."

"Why do you think that you have to need something in order to have it?" Helen asked in her irritatingly calm Mind-Healer voice.

"I didn't say that."

"Didn't you? Harry, do you think you should have something you want sometimes, just because you want it?"

Harry shrugged. "If I don't need it—"

"Harry," Draco interrupted, "why do you buy me gifts?"

Harry just looked at Draco, his lover, his boyfriend, his best friend. They'd been together for almost four years, and still, they didn't understand each other in some ways. But that's why they were here, right?

"Because you like them, and I want you to have them."

"So why can't others do the same for you?"

"Because I don't need them! You don't understand. It feels wrong."

The room was silent, and Harry could tell the Healer felt they'd made some kind of breakthrough. He reached forward and picked up the small wooden cube that she kept on the small table between her chair and theirs, and began to fidget with it while they waited. She gestured to Draco to remain silent while Harry stared at the window on the far wall, watching the curtains move slightly with the draft. Finally, Harry gave in and spoke again.

"Look, it's fine for other people to have lots of stuff, or to ask for people to do things for them, or for them to indulge in activities purely to make them happy. I know that's okay, but that's not me. I don't like it. It feels…" He tried to search for the word. "It feels… gluttonous, I guess is the word for it."

"Interesting. Why did you choose that word?"

"Because it feels wasteful. If I don't need it, why should I have it?"

Draco made little indistinguishable noises next to him, and the Healer looked his way. "Draco, why does that upset you?"

Draco turned to Harry. "Harry, my doing something for you simply because you want it is not wasteful. It's me giving you pleasure. How could you use the word gluttonous? A gift, a treat, extra attention during sex, these are all things you should receive because you are deserving."

Harry huffed a big sigh. They just didn't get it. "Look, I don't care if I deserve it. I don't need it, and by my having it when it's unneeded—it's just not enjoyable to me. All I can think of is what else could be done with the item, or the food, or the energy—" Harry cut himself off before he could say something he knew would hurt Draco.

"Harry, you're both here today because you're hitting a wall in your relationship. Draco feels as though things are very uneven, as though you give but won't receive. That shifts the power dynamic in a way he's uncomfortable with."

"I know. And I want to fix it, I just don't know how to change the way I feel."

She looked at them both for several moments, tucking her dark hair behind her ears as she appeared to gather her thoughts. "Let's talk about fantasies. Do fantasies have that same feeling of wrongness to you, Harry?"

Harry shifted uncomfortably. "No, because they're not real."

"Good," she nodded. "So let's do an exercise. I'd like you both to each take these parchments and write down five fantasies that you have. They can be anything, though I'd like at least two to be sexual or intimate since that's one of the things that began this conversation."

Distress started to rise in Harry, but he clamped it down, knowing that he'd just said fantasies were okay. He had to prove that. He knew he was screwed up, but he hated it when he had to face it so blatantly. "Fine, I can do that. Er— Can I sit over there?" He pointed to a table across the room. "I think I'll be able to do it better sitting further away."

The Healer nodded and shot Draco a look that Harry interpreted as her telling Draco to shut up and accept it. Harry avoided his eyes as he stood and crossed the room. This was uncomfortable enough as it was, and Draco would be able to see that on his face.

Sitting down, Harry took his parchment and quill and stared at the empty page for several minutes. Fantasies? He had fantasies, didn't he? Everyone had fantasies, it was only human. Think, Harry, think.

Okay, well, there was that one where he could just get away to some secluded island with Draco, and no one would bother them and come to them with problems, and there'd be no reporters or people wanting his attention. Maybe their friends would come along for a while, but mostly it would be just them. Alone. Together. So that was one fantasy he had. See? I have fantasies. I can do this. He straightened his shoulders and wrote it down.

Harry's mind started to play through other things the Mind-Healer had said. Intimate, sexual fantasies. Can I write those down? Surely writing them down is all right, he thought, trying to push away his embarrassment. But it's not like I really need—

He cut off that thought. This is what this was about, what he fantasised about but didn't need. It wasn't gluttonous or dirty just to fantasise. He wrote down the easy one. He wanted to role play in the bedroom. Maybe they could do some school-days stuff, something where they were back in school; after a Quidditch match, perhaps? He shifted at the thought of that. Oh yeah, that one was on his list.

And then there was that one about people watching him doing something intimate. It could be Draco watching him wank or be with someone else, or even better, someone watching him and Draco. He liked all of those ideas and had used them as wank fantasies in the past. So there; there were two of his ideas. Now that put him at three fantasies. Shit. Two more?

He glanced at Draco and blushed. Speaking of two more, that was another wank fantasy he'd used before. Being with Draco with someone else involved, maybe multiple someones. Sometimes he imagined a girl, as both he and Draco had been with women in the past, but usually, he imagined them with other men. Having someone shag him while he shagged Draco, or having two someones shag them both simultaneously while they were together?

The exercise was causing some physical reactions and he was beginning to get uncomfortable. Draco seemed to notice him fidgeting from across the room and sent a smirk his way. Okay, he had four, and not all his fantasies should be sexual, right? What else?

Then he smiled. Flying. He had a fantasy of flying out over the water, maybe off of that same island he had thought of earlier. Dipping in and out of the waves, playing chase with Draco, maybe even landing and tearing off their clothes and having sex right there on the beach. Damn it, that was sex again. Well, he didn't have to add that part. Number five, flying his broom on a beach. There, he was done. That wasn't so bad, right?

He looked up and realised almost thirty minutes had passed, and Draco was well finished with his list. The Healer just smiled and nodded.

"Very good, Harry. Now, you don't need to share these with me, but I am going to ask that you share them with each other. To make sure you do so, I'll ask that you fold them in half right now, then exchange them. I'd like you to go home and take a few minutes apart to read them. Think about what the other person is fantasising about, and think of ways you can help fulfil the other's fantasies."

Helen looked at Harry and held his gaze; he swallowed nervously and tried not to think of having his own fantasies fulfilled. Smiling kindly, she waited until he hesitantly folded his parchment and walked it over to Draco, sitting back down beside him.

She nodded, then continued. "Your homework is to allow the other person to do this for you. It doesn't have to be literal. If there was a fantasy of watching someone have sex, for example, there are ways to record yourselves or to set up a mirror to watch. Fantasies can be met in many ways, and you must both be comfortable with the fantasy and the action." She locked her gaze on Harry's, making him want to squirm. "But Harry, that does not mean uncomfortable with the fact that you deserve it. I'm not suggesting you are pressured into doing an activity that you are uncomfortable with, but I am asking you to fight past the fact that you are uncomfortable with the idea of getting something you want."

Harry's stomach was turning, but he nodded.

"You don't have to do everything you wrote down, but by next session, I want you to have completed at least one item on each of your lists. Can you make a commitment to each other to do this?"

Harry looked at Draco and nodded, receiving a smile and nod in return. He wasn't sure what he was more nervous about, reading Draco's fantasies and acting on one, or having Draco reading and acting on any of his.

"Harry, are we going to discuss our lists?"

Harry was rushing around the kitchen, throwing items into a pot to make dinner. He figured that if he looked busy, perhaps he'd be able to avoid the conversation he knew was coming. Obviously, he wasn't succeeding.

"Harry." Draco stood in the doorway to the kitchen, leaning against the door frame and looking at him with concern.

Seeing the look in Draco's eye, Harry paused and let his shoulders fall. "Yeah, we can discuss them. I'm afraid for you to look at mine, though."

"Why?"

"Because… what if you think I'm a freak? Or that I don't love you because I fantasise about something. Or that I'm not satisfied, or that—"

"Harry, shut up."

Harry glanced up and saw a pair of grey eyes crinkled in mirth. Draco walked over and put his hand up to Harry's cheek. "They're fantasies, darling. Of course, I'm not going to take any of it personally. Are you going to take mine personally? What if you're disgusted at mine?"

"But I'd never—"

"Right. And we're back to this." Draco sighed and stepped back, running his hand through his hair in frustration. "Look, I know those bastard Dursleys messed you up. I know they told you that you don't deserve anything good and pounded it into your head so hard that twenty years later, you're still believing what they told you. But Harry, they fucking lied, and you know that. So we're going to do what the Healer suggested and read each other's lists, and then we're going to do some fucking awesome shagging playing with our fantasies."

Harry turned to finish cooking and thought through everything Draco had said. Of course, they lied. When didn't they? And he's right. Am I insulting him by not trusting him? He stirred the pot and considered further. I need to try to do this. Draco wants this for me, and I need to at least try. He deserves it.

He turned and glanced over at Draco. "One. I can handle one. I— I don't think I can handle all of them, though."

"One of yours or one of mine?" A blond eyebrow raised sceptically.

"One of mine. I'd be willing to try all of yours—"

Draco cut him off with a laugh. "Don't you think you should read mine first? What if I said I wanted to fuck an animal?"

Harry was horrified. "Did you?"

"No! Of course not, but let's cut the crap and sit down and read them. I'm dying to see what you have here."

Harry sighed and set the pot to simmer. "Fine." He reached into his pocket to pull out Draco's parchment, then sat down at the table as Draco joined him.

"Ready? Open."

Harry unfolded the parchment to see his lover's elegant script numbering out a list. He began to read.

1. Make love in front of a group of our friends while they watch
2. Make love with a group of our friends participating
3. Have Harry pretend he's my Daddy and spank and punish me
4. Edging - Harry as the receiver. I want to keep him on the edge of orgasm until I allow him to come
5. Indulge ourselves in a long weekend of incredible food and drink and sex, not needing to be anywhere or do anything.

Harry got to the end of the list and could feel his face burning. Daddy? Spank? Bloody hell. He cleared his throat. "Well, ah, hmmm…"

Draco laughed. "So articulate." He rolled his eyes, then a serious and somewhat unsure look came over his face. "Okay, so…" He cleared his throat. "Which of those makes me a freak?"

"Wait, what? None of them." Harry thought through the list again and gave a nervous laugh. "Well, okay, the Daddy thing is a bit out there for me, but the spanking's not too bad, I guess." He hesitated and looked at Draco. "You really want me to spank you?"

A blush came over the blond's normally pale face, and he shrugged. "In my fantasies, anyway. When we wrote these down, we weren't really talking about doing them." Draco cleared his throat and gave a resolute nod. "Let's do this. Now that we're talking about actually doing one of them, let's cross one item each off both our lists: one off of our own that we wouldn't really want to do, and one off the other's that we really don't want to try." He smirked. "At least right now."

Harry sighed in relief. "Ah, sure. All right, well, I guess I'll be crossing the spanking one-off of yours for now. That would take me a while to work up to, I think."

"Fair enough. And I think I'll cross beach flying and sex off yours because sand in my arse does not sound pleasant."

That made them both laugh and Harry started to relax. "Wait, I didn't say sex with the beach flying, I only said flying."

"Ah, but I know where that would end up." Draco smirked and looked back down at the list in his hand. "Did you notice that we have a few of the same ones on here?"

"Yeah, I saw that."

Draco's face got that look that always warned Harry to be wary as it usually meant he was being all Slytherin about something. Finally, he spoke. "You said you could do all of mine, but could only handle one of yours. So, what if mine and yours are the same? Are you willing to try more?"

Harry shuffled nervously and thought about it. If he knew it was also Draco's fantasy, then that could be okay, he reckoned. He was helping Draco, and helping was never wasteful. "I think I could do that."

A huge, impish smile crossed Draco's face, reminding Harry of a child getting extra helpings of their favourite dessert. "So here's what I think. Let's try to do all of these other ones in a single weekend."

Harry's heart started racing. "Wait, what?"

"Hear me out, love. I got to thinking about the use of your word gluttonous. That word… it really bothers me. Gluttony is overindulgence to the point of wastefulness. I've never seen you do anything even halfway indulgent in your life, let alone overindulgent. I want to take a weekend and overindulge to the point of gluttony. I want you to see what overindulgence is like so that when we do small indulgences, it doesn't feel gluttonous and wasteful, it just feels like doing something small, something nice for yourself."

That kind of makes sense, Harry thought.

Draco continued, encouraged by Harry's lack of argument. "Let's go to Blaise's private estate in Greece. He's offered it to me before, and we should be able to use his family's Portkey to get there. He keeps a house-elf there most of the year, so the villa should be ready. If I warn her we're coming and have her prepare a feast for the entire weekend, we can send her away and have complete privacy." The longer he talked with no objections from Harry, the more excited he became. "I say we arrive on Friday morning, spend the entire day with only ourselves on the estate, satisfying both my last item and your first, and we can role play and have all the creative, indulgent sex we like."

Harry nodded, relaxing at that. That sounds easy... and splendid, really.

"And then, on Saturday, we invite some friends." Draco sat back with a smirk.

"Friends?" Harry's voice actually cracked on that one.

"Yes, friends. Or were you hoping to have sex in front of strangers?"

"I wasn't hoping anything! These were fantasies!"

"That we both share. And I want to indulge in some fantasies. Doesn't that sound just a little bit amazing?"

Harry saw the hopeful look in Draco's gaze and could feel himself relenting. "You really fantasise about that, too? I'm not a pervert or something, right?"

"No more than I am, I expect. Or than Luna and Neville are, or Blaise."

"Luna and Neville?" Harry sat back in shock. What the hell? "How didn't I know about this?"

Draco sighed. "Harry… Really? You haven't noticed anything?" He rolled his eyes as Harry shook his head in confused denial. "They're polyamorous. They've actually mentioned to me they'd be interested if we ever decided we wanted to try something." He grinned. "And of course, Blaise is always interested in whatever feels good."

Harry got just a little hard thinking of the possibilities. He found them all attractive and was very comfortable with all three. He supposed it could work, but could he really do this?

"So, ah, if we do this, will we still be okay? This won't hurt us being Us, will it?" Harry looked at Draco, eyes pleading.

Draco took his hand and squeezed. "It won't hurt me. Will it hurt you to see me with someone else, while you're with me?"

Harry got completely hard at that thought and cleared his throat. "No, definitely not; not if I'm there with you." He paused. "Merlin, that sounds hot."

A devious smile stretched across Draco's face, then his voice sounded low and husky when he spoke. "It sounds really hot you watching me do that." He got up and walked around the table to Harry's kitchen chair, then threw his leg over and sat astride, obviously affected by the conversation as well. "What do you say we go upstairs and talk about some of the things we want to get up to, hmm? Get us used to the idea, and about what parts sound good?" He ground down upon Harry, eliciting a moan.

"Mm-hmm," Harry whimpered, then cleared his throat. "But it's already Tuesday. If we're going this weekend, shouldn't you talk to Blaise now so we can make sure that will work?"

Draco covered Harry's mouth with his, licking and grinding and running his hands through his hair. He pulled back, breathless. "Shit. You're probably right." They both chuckled as they heard Harry's stomach grumble. "And we should probably eat first. But tonight—"

"Yeah, definitely. Tonight."

That evening over dinner, they both pretended they weren't thinking of all the dirty things they were, in fact, actually thinking about. Finally, Draco seemed to have had enough of the ridiculous attempts of random conversation.

"All right. If I have to talk about one more inane piece of conversation you had with Weasley, I'm going to be sick. We don't have to talk about all of it now, but let's talk about a few basic pieces."

Harry raised an eyebrow. He was becoming more comfortable with this idea as the day went on, simultaneously nervous and aroused. "Okay, like what?"

"Like what all we're comfortable with, and communicating that to the other person, and safe words. That kind of thing." Draco stabbed his fork in Harry's direction to accentuate his point.

"Safe words?"

"Yes, safe words." He continued to move his fork animatedly as he spoke. "Think of them like codewords that tell the other person that we really mean what we're saying. That's important, especially with role-playing, so we know the other person is no longer playing."

"Makes sense. So, like saying 'bludger' to stop?"

"Exactly. And are we seriously using Quidditch terms?"

"Well, one of my role-playing fantasies was about us being in the shower after a Gryffindor-Slytherin Quidditch match," Harry said with a smirk, "so perhaps we should come up with something else."

Draco's eyes flashed. "Mmm. I like the idea of that one. Okay, so, something we'd never otherwise say in the bedroom, but is easy to remember."

"Hippogriff."

Draco scowled. "Seriously?"

"Oh, very serious. And trust me, I'll never forget it."

Draco huffed. "Fine. Hippogriff means 'No, stop'. He shot Harry a glare.

Suppressing a grin, Harry continued. "Any others necessary?"

"Well, we're not doing the spanking or anything else pain-related, correct?"

"No, definitely not."

"Then I think that'll be fine," Draco said as he took a drink of his wine. "We can use it for 'stop' and also 'don't like' in general. So if anyone else is present, we can let each other know not to do something."

Harry put his fork down and gathered his courage. "So… are we going to talk about that part? What you're okay with me doing with other people, and what I'm okay with you doing?"

"Absolutely. That's important. I personally am okay with you doing anything that makes you feel good, as long as I'm present. I want to be part of it...or watching." His eyes got dark. "I really like watching."

"And if we have Blaise, Neville, and Luna, you're fine with all of them?"

"Of course, I wouldn't have suggested them otherwise. What are you okay with?"

"I think the same, though, for some reason, the idea of you going down on someone else seems to bother me." Harry frowned at the thought.

"That's good because that doesn't excite me either. I only like your gorgeous cock in my mouth." Draco smirked and took another sip of his wine. "What about you? Do you want to avoid giving oral?"

"Well, I, uh, really like giving oral. But I won't if you don't want me to."

Draco's voice was sounding huskier the longer they talked. "No, I'd like that. I'm getting hard right now, just thinking of someone else seeing how good you are at it, but knowing that you're with me."

Harry felt himself turn red but also felt his groin tighten. "Any limits with Luna?"

"As long as everyone's protected, I have no requests. You?"

"Just what we already talked about." Harry saw a vision from his fantasies flash before his eyes. "I, uh, actually really like the idea of both of us fucking her at the same time." Harry's throat felt dry, and he was now seriously hard. "What do you think?"

Draco must have been in a similar way, as his voice was low and rough. "I think I'm done down here. I think I want to take you upstairs right now and discuss this in more detail, maybe come up with some more scenarios we want to try. Yes?"

Harry stood up, showing off his erection straining in his trousers. "This seems to be a yes." He grabbed Draco's hand and tugged him against him, crushing their mouths together.