Title: A Most Unlikely Partnership

Authors: Dark Nuriko and Mayhem's Angel

Disclaimers: Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy do not belong to us. The character of Bernard Strongshack however, DOES belong to Mayhem.

Warnings: SLASH! Lemon!

Notes: We apologize for the lateness, but life happens.

Chapter 8

Harry sat at his desk, in the office he shared with his partner and now lover. And he fidgeted. Quite badly too. The quills on his desk were randomly attacked and hit in rapid succession against the hard surface of the desk; his hands shook when they weren't playing with writing instruments, and his foot tapped noisily on the floor. You could say he had a slight problem.

That problem just happened to be the blond twenty-two year old sitting at the desk opposite his. His partner - turned - lover. All Harry wanted to do was reach across, and touch the other. Better yet, kiss those perfect pink lips of his. But he held back. Mostly because he didn't want everyone in the office to know yet (especially before he had the chance to tell those he considered family); and because, well, he wasn't sure how Draco would take it. Most of his sexual encounters had been brief flings, never again discussed, and barely distant memories in his mind. He knew this was more, that this was deeper, but he still wasn't sure how to act around him this morning.

Draco sat across from Harry, his head bent as he worked on the paperwork his now lover had been reluctant to work on. His pale blonde hair fell temptingly across his forehead.

His lower lip was pulled in to be teased by his teeth. His brain was working over time as he tried to keep it focused on the paperwork in front of himself. Granted, he wanted to think more about what his lover and he had done the night before. Every touch, moan, and sigh was memorized in his brain and continually replayed over and over while he should be focused on his work.

He would never admit he would rather sweep those papers off the table, pull Harry down onto the top of it, and have his way with the dark haired boy. Yet he looked away, refusing to let the great sex from the night before ruin his perfect reputation for always having his paperwork finished first and foremost. They still had a lot of work to do and being lovers wasn't going to change things... even if Potter was one hell of a sexy male.

"Almost done?" he asked, not looking up.

Harry jumped at the sound of Draco's smooth voice in the quiet of the room. "What? Uh...Erm,... no?"

Draco raised his silver eyes to Harry's green ones. "Harry, how do you not know if you're done or not?"

"Well, no. I know I'm not finished it yet. I just can't concentrate today." Harry told him, straightening the papers on his desk and actually reading them over for the first time that day.

Draco raised an eyebrow at those words. "You can't concentrate on paperwork any day, Potter. But it's a bit worse than normal today."

"Um...yeah. Just a lot on my mind." He muttered, still 'reading' the reports.

Draco sighed and stood up, moving to stretch. A small bit of skin showing as he did, the shirt riding up. "Well, I'm gonna go get lunch. Want anything?"

Harry watched as Draco stretched, his eyes glued to that little bit of skin. "Uh, sure. Whatever you're having will be fine."

Draco didn't miss the spot his lover's eyes had locked to. With a grin, he stretched a little more, purposely making the shirt rise even higher.

Harry's eyes followed the shirt higher, remembering vividly what it hid still. He licked his lips unconsciously, and wished he could taste Draco again right then.

Draco walked over to Harry, leaning down till his lips were at Harry's. Brushing a soft kiss across his lips, he smirked. "We could always take a lunch off grounds and apparate home to enjoy something more than... food."

While this idea was more than appealing to Harry, he still had a thought that it wouldn't be the best thing to do right then. "I'm not sure... what if someone comes looking for us, or there's an important case that we're needed for? I don't think it would be a good idea to...uh, during work." He stammered, wondering why he felt so uncomfortable talking about it when he hadn't had any problems before

Draco felt a part of himself feel disappointed at his lover's words. There were many way's the office could reach them. But he shrugged it off and turned to the door. "Fine, I'll go get lunch then."

Harry noticed that Draco seemed less then happy with his thoughts, and wanted to make it better. He really hated seeing Draco upset or sad. "Wait. Maybe it'll be okay... they never actually need us here anyways. Plus, there are a million other people they'd ask first. Besides, I'm not exactly hungry for... food." He punctuated this last thought with a sweeping glance over Draco's body.

Draco smirked and walked back over to his lover, pulling him into his arms. "Then how about we go home?"

"Okay. It sounds better every time you say it." He said, placing a soft kiss over his lips.

Draco growled and apparated the two of them home. Once they where there, in which he had sent them straight to Harry's bedroom, Draco pulled Harry tightly against his body, which was hard for Harry already. All the while, his lips came down across Harry's to ravish his lips.

Harry moaned into the kiss, and grinded his hips against Draco's, his erection becoming harder with every second he was in Draco's arms.

Draco managed to drag Harry over to the bed, and with a flick of his wand, get both of them naked as the day they were born. Smirking softly, he leaned in close and kissed his lover once more, before trailing kisses over his neck. "Can I take... you this time?" Draco asked in a passion filled voice.

"Oh Merlin, yes! As long as you keep doing that!" Harry told him, as his lips descended to his neck again. He was finding out that that was his most sensitive and a very erotic spot.

A smirk crossed Draco's lips at those words and he sucked at Harry's throat, before beginning a slow path down over his shoulders and along his chest. Before he got to Harry's nipples, he knocked him back on the bed, coming to rest above him once he was down. Draco's lips finding one nipple and beginning to tease it into a tight peak.

Harry fell back, soft moans and whimpers coming from his lips as Draco tortured his chest. "More... I want more of you." He ground out through gritted teeth, his pleasure building to an incredible peak already.

Draco used magic to lube his fingers and slowly he began to tease Harry's entrance with one of the slicked up digits. He then moved over to tease the other nipple, while his finger began to slip inside Harry's tight passage.

Harry gasped in surprise and a little bit of pain when Draco began to stretch him, not at all being used to the feeling. He wanted to clamp down and stop the uncomfortable intrusion, but the smoothing motions Draco was making and the added distraction at his chest had him relaxing more and more.

He continued to stretch Harry slowly, his mouth moving down to tease his lover's length. His tongue swirled around the tip in careful movements, even as he worked a second finger inside.

He arched up off the bed, thrusting slightly into Draco's mouth. This just gave Draco a little more room, and Harry felt him brush against his prostate, and his vision exploded in white stars. "AHHH! More!" He shouted.

Draco felt himself harden more at Harry's cries. He worked over that spot a few more times, pushing in a third finger into his lover. All the while, his tongue moved over Harry's length over and over again.

Harry felt overloaded on all the sensations washing through his body. He arched up and clung to Draco's shoulders. "Please... I need you... now." He whispered, thrusting back onto his fingers.

"Whatever you want, Harry," he whispered. He pulled his fingers out and slicked up his length. He then settled himself at Harry's entrance, before pushing in slowly.

Harry moaned, and held Draco to him as he slowly pushed further and further in, filling him as completely as he could. Moving his hands down over Draco's back, he fondled the globes of his ass, pulling his hips closer to his own. "I need you to... move... faster." He panted.

Draco's sliver eyes flashed with amusement and passion as he heard his words. Not one to disappoint his lover, he moved in him over and over, picking up the speed with each inward thrust.

Harry's eyes rolled back into his head as he got what he asked for, arching into his lover. "Ahhh... you feel...so...good!" He moaned.

Draco's lips curved into a cocky grin, even as his thrusts slowed down once more. His hips moving into his body in slow, rotating thrusts, teasing his lover.

"Ughh! Dracooo! Why-Why are you slowing down!" Harry whined at the loss of delicious friction.

The smirking lips pressed against Harry's, kissing him lightly, even as his thrusts remained slowly and sure, keeping the gentle rhythm, even as he trailed a hand over his body. "What's the matter, Harry? You don't like it?"

"N-No, that's not what I meant!" He ground out, frustrated with Draco's teasing. "I-I just want faster... harder... not this!" He complained, trying to thrust his own hips quickly against Draco's, but was stopped by his hands pinning his hips down.

He smiled, leaning down to lightly bite and tease his neck, even as his hips began to move just a little faster.

Harry moaned in satisfaction as Draco sped up yet again, bringing back all the wonderful feelings of it. He arched his neck and gasped when Draco bit down lightly over his pulse, making him shiver in pleasure.

Draco had sped up, his hips pounding into his lover over and over again, yet after the fourth thrust, he slowed down once more, but kept nipping at his neck.

"St-stop that!" Harry cried, even though he enjoyed his lovers teasing. But there were just times when all you wanted was hard and fast, and when your lover wasn't letting that happen... well, he guessed he just had to go with it. He would get back at Draco next time he was on top.

He laughed softly against his neck, before sucking on his neck and beginning a fast, hard thrust, over and over, wanting to give his lover the pleasure he was seeking.

"Ooooh, thank Merlin! That's what I want!" He groaned, moving against him. Pulling Draco's face up towards his, he took his lips in a deep kiss, sucking on Draco's tongue in time to their movements below.

Draco allowed Harry's deep, lip sucking kiss. Even as his hips pounded into him, he caressed Harry length, wanting his lover to feel pleasure... and lose himself to their moment of enjoyment and passion.

Harry released his mouth with a wet squelching sound, panting as he felt himself nearing the edge. "D-Draco! I'm going to come!"

"I'll be r-right behind y-you!" he cried out, pushing in over and over again.

"ANGHHH! DRACO!" Harry yelled as he released his hot seed onto both of their chests.

Draco gasped, groaning, pushing deeper into Harry three more times, before he felt himself release as well. He spilled deep into him, falling on top of him once he collapsed on him.

Harry lay panting for a few moments before his vision cleared once again, then drew Draco into his arms, snuggling into him. "That was awesome, lover." He said, pressing a kiss into the crook of his neck.

He smirked, lifting his head to kiss him lightly. "I suppose so, only I know I teased you this day."

"True, but I'll find a way to get you back." Harry told him, settling down to nap for a little while until they were called back to work.

He smiled, moving off of him and coming to rest beside him. "I'll hold you to that, Potter," he commented, content to lay with him.