When Ron awoke, it was just before dawn and his body throbbed.
He found himself lying in a small hut on Charlie's Dragon Reservation. A white sheet covered the only window. Ron could see medical supplies and potions all around. The sound of wind rustling trees was audible nearby. Dragons cried in the distance, answered seconds later by the voices of their own kind.
Ron turned his head and the sight of Draco delighted him. He was lying flat on a stretcher to his left. His complexion was sallow, but he was still breathing.
Ron attempted to reach for Draco immediately but his body strained against him and he groaned in agony. He looked down and found he was shirtless. From his collarbone down to his navel he was bruised purple and blue. Astonishingly, he was more bruised then freckled. Ron could taste blood. One of his back molars was missing.
Draco's arm was heavily bandaged and blood spots were visible on the wrappings. It looked as though his bicep had been regrown. There was a deep recession in the bandages where the crimson blotches were slowly spreading. It was much smaller in diameter than the sickening wound he remembered.
Lucky for them, Charlie's team was used to terrible wounds such as these. His mates seemed to get bitten constantly. Charlie never did, though. He was too good with the beasts.
'Draco?' he whispered coarsely. His throat mangled from screaming.
'I'm here.' Draco replied faintly.
Ron could not hold back the tears that flowed fourth. 'Oh God, Draco,' he croaked, 'I thought I had lost you.' He reached over and gripped Draco's right arm, clutching it firmly. He felt terribly hot, his forearm nearly burned Ron's palm. He looked down and saw the Dark Mark. Toxic green and writhing. He cried loudly, pressing his head to Draco's shoulder.
'I told you.' Draco said sadly. 'We can't run.'
'But we made it.' Ron told him, his face wet.
'Not for long.' Draco promised.
'I'm so glad you're alive.' Ron breathed.
'I'm not.' Draco spat.
Ron felt his stomach cave in on itself and his wails morphed into uncontrollable, body quaking sobs. 'Don't- say- that!'
Draco turned to him, wincing slightly. 'I am extremely glad that you're alive.' He tried to smile though his agony. 'You shouldn't have jumped.'
'Of course I jumped!' Ron sobbed, 'You were falling!' He was willing to jump off a hundred dragons if it meant keeping Draco alive.
'Fuck.' Draco groaned, falling back into his pillow. His bandages had suddenly reddened with blood. Ron looked at him in panic, attempting to jump up but was met with pain instead. 'Hello?' He called out as loud as his lungs would allow. 'Medic?'
The Medi Witch made her way into the room. 'Here we are, awake now?' Ron couldn't lift his head to see her but could hear her clamouring around. 'Fucking OW!' Draco barked as she began to slowly unwrap his bandages.
'Sorry, love. Both of you had a pretty nasty fall, but you've probably figured that now, eh?' Draco rolled his eyes at the ceiling.
'Half empty of all your blood, you were, when you came to me.' The Witch said with concern. Draco had bled through the gauze that covered the deep gash on his arm. It dribbled blood all over the place when she peeled it away.
The Medi Witch traced her wand over his arm and whispered a strange spell. The blood flowing slowed to a stop. She then set to cleaning the mess with a bright blue potion. The healing was accelerated slightly and the wound shrunk by a few millimetres.
Draco sighed out in relief. 'Oooh, thank you, Merlin.' After his arm was dressed in clean bandages, Ron noticed the deep recession had become shallow and could've kissed the Medic's feet for healing Draco.
'Right, there you are then. If I was your mother...' She lectured them on how this would make their Mums and Dads feel as she force fed them the same bright blue liquid with teaspoons. Ron tried not to be angry with her. She had no idea what a piece of work Draco's Father was.
'Well... This will help with the pain. Dose every four hours and you'll be fixed up.' She said as she capped the flask. The Medi Witch didn't linger, having others to tend to. 'I've got a Tamer that needs mending on the North side of the Reserve. The two of you are to rest until I come and collect you.'
Ron was doubtful until relief washed over him. The pain had almost completely subsided. It was present when he moved the wrong way, otherwise he felt fine. He stayed there for a while, listening to the sound of Draco's relieved breaths.
He hauled himself up. Crossing the arms length distance from his stretcher to Draco's felt like crossing the Australian outback barefoot. He slid onto the mattress beside the other, sighing out in relief as he once again became horizontal. He heard Draco exhale softly as they lay shoulder to shoulder.
Ron leaned over, quivering as he kissed Draco's cheek. 'Hmm..' Draco sighed. 'That feels sooo good right now.' Ron couldn't surpress a watery smile as he continued, eventually capturing Draco's lips. He marvled at the softness of the Slytherin's motions.
After a few moments, both fell back, exhausted.
His eyes slipped closed.
Ron jumped in shock as he became aware of Draco's fingers tracing gently over the dark lines of his bruise. It twinged and pricked but the pain was nothing like before. He could almost ignore it with Draco's hands on him. He could tell by the position of the sun that hours had passed.
'Feels good...' Ron confessed breathlessly. Draco chuckled softly in response.
'I thought I would never feel you this way again.' Ron confessed, his body suddenly shaken with soft sobs.
'I thought I would never, ever get to feel you this way.' Draco said, fingers circling his chest. Ron sighed in bliss as Draco followed the line of abdomen, tracing his bruise further down.
'Oh...' Ron sighed out a little too heavily. His body ached as his rib cage expanded. 'Ow...' he then chuckled at himself.
'What if the Medic comes back?' Ron asked him apprehensively.
'Just was here a minute ago. You were sleeping.' Draco whispered into his ear.
The change in sensation was a wonderful distraction from the pain and as his body flooded with endorphins, the sensation became more intense. Ron could feel his muscles tighten and release beneath his skin, responding to Draco's feather soft touch.
'I've never felt you this... gentle.' Ron confessed as his eyes fluttered closed.
I just wanted you for so long... Maybe I was a little rough. Draco admitted with a hint of shame. Ron shrugged a shoulder and smiled as Draco turned to place a kiss on his forehead. 'I liked it'
Draco continued further down, beyond the yellowed boundary of his bruise. The gentle touch on his unbruised skin shocked him. He revelled in pleasure at the tingling sensation he experienced. It felt extremely good in comparison to his bruised flesh.
Draco moved his hand to trace his fingers up Ron's side. It sent waves of electricity between his legs, member stiffening in a wave of heat and twitching in Draco's direction. It nudged his thigh and Draco's lips turned up into a smirk. 'You really are happy that I survived, aren't you?'
Ron released a nervous laugh. 'I am. I'm sorry that you're... not.'
Draco turned onto his good shoulder to face him, wincing as he shifted. 'Don't be sorry. At least you lived.'
Ron felt something hard and familliar grind against him. 'How do you even have enough blood in your body to get hard?' Ron asked, bewildered.
'At least my cock is fine.' Draco said in relief.
Ron also turned to face the other, grunting at the sting as he shifted. His hips twitched forward instinctively. He could feel the blissful friction along his length as Draco captured his lips in a tender, passionate kiss.
Their lips moved, tongues flicking hungrily between their mouths. Ron moaned as he felt Draco's hand fumbling with the button of his jeans. He stayed the other's hand, moving his own instead to Draco's waistline.
Let me. Ron thought, You're hurt worse.
Ron lifted himself, never breaking the kiss, to straddle Draco's legs. He gently worked the button open and pulled down the zip. Draco mmfed in protest, but Ron ignored him, determined to take away his pain.
'Please...' Draco groaned huskily. 'Please touch me.'
Ron was all too happy to oblige. He had to move slowly as he pulled Draco's pants down, followed by the black boxer shorts beneath. Ron's eyes devoured Draco's cock, which stood as erect as he had ever seen it. He smiled as he licked the shaft, tasting it. Relishing it. He flicked his tongue along the head, which had extended completely from it's foreskin.
'Mmmm.' He released a muffled moan as his lips curled around the tip. He swirled his tongue around it, lapping up the delicious precum the other's body offered. Evidence of the pleasure reguardless of the pain. 'Fuck, Ron.' Draco hissed. Ron swallowed his length greedily. Sucking him over and over. Ron recalled the despiration he'd felt his first time. Now he was just appreciative. He sucked the other's cock lovingly.
Draco lifted his hips, fucking Ron's mouth slowly. He had a firm grip on thick, red curls. Moving him up and down with the rhythm. Ron followed Draco's lead, mouth invaded by his length.
He moved his tongue any way he could with the little space he had. He could feel Draco's veins bulging against his slick muscle. He felt him twitch against the roof of his mouth and knew that the other was close to his climax.
Ron fought against his lover's restraining hand, releasing the other's erection from the confines of his mouth with a tasty slurp. Draco whined in protest, steel grey eyes meeting ice blue. 'Dammit, Ron. What are you trying to do to me?' Ron smiled slyly, coaxing an impatient look from Draco.
He buried his face into the soft flesh of Draco's balls. He flicked his tongue against them and sucked softly as they tightened into the Slytherin's body. He released a loud moan as Ron licked him. His tongue dipping lower and lower until his it was passing over that pink ring of muscle Ron had become enamoured with.
He teased it with the tip of his tongue, lapping at his opening until the tight muscle granted him entry. Draco released a cry, squirming slightly. His hips twitched upward as if in unsure protest, however, his injuries prevented him from moving too far.
'Ron.. st-aaaah!' Ron seized his hips, it took zero force to hold them firmly in place. He dug deeper into Draco's body with his tongue, tasting his delicious insides.
'Ron, STOP!' Draco moaned, 'You are going to make me cum!'
To that, Ron yielded. His eyes turned upward to devour his counterpart as he caught his breath, the back of his hand resting on his pale forehead. Ron crawled up, careful not to exacerbate his injuries, laying at Draco's side. 'All right,' he whispered playfully, 'What now?'
Draco peered at him out of the corner of his eye, catching Ron off guard when he was pushed over by Draco's mangled arm with surprising force. Ron moaned as his body was covered by the other.
The menacing Dark Mark branded into Draco's arm stared Ron straight in the face as he was pinned down by the shoulders. Draco noticed Ron leer at the wretched symbol before looking back up at his lover with a small amount of fear. Draco's expression softened immediately and he hung his head, shaking it slowly.
When he turned his eyes back up to Ron's they were glossy with tears. 'I'm sorry...' he whimpered, 'That I am... this.'
Ron brushed a damp strand of light blond hair off of a sweaty and feverish forehead, 'That,' he made sure to emphasize the difference using a firm tone, 'Is not who you are.' He told the Slytherin.
Draco allowed two large, round tears to stream soundlessly down his cheeks. He leaned over and placed a gentle kiss Ron's swollen lips who felt the haze of his arousal thicken again.
'Draco...' Ron moaned. 'Mmf.' Draco moaned back.
Ron's cock jumped between them as Draco flicked open the button of his jeans with one hand, effortlessly tugging the zipper down after.
'You're so good at that.' Ron whispered in amusement.
Draco shrugged his good shoulder. 'I've had enough practice.'
Ron felt a pang of sadness. He had never before considered who else Draco had been with. Ron had been a virgin, but Draco wasn't. Who had he lost his virginity too? He could not stop his Legilimency from activating independently the instant he had become curious.
Ron saw flashes of bouncing breasts. Draco buried himself into the soft cushions. Ron couldn't help but smile as he noticed Draco's flacid dick. It was as though he was trying desperately to arouse himself to no avail.
He saw another flash of Blaise Zambini, flattened against a wall in the Trophy Room as Draco kissed him haughtily. He saw Draco sucking the other off and felt enraged and jealous until he realized Zambini didn't seem to be enjoying himself. Though his cock was erect, neither did Draco.
Then the memory shifted. He was surprised by Draco's strength. He was able to suspend Blaise at waist level while he fucked him. Zambini's face was screwed up in distress. It seemed as though he was in a large degree of pain. Draco had never caused Ron pain like that. Not once.
Blaise released a high pitched scream after a few short thrusts and begged Draco to stop. Draco huffed in annoyance and dropped him ass first onto the floor without care or concern.
The memory then became distorted. They were no longer in the Hogwart's Trophy Room, but some place that was dark and dingy. And evil. Through the window, Ron spied a familair graveyard with tall, yellowed grass.
Ron then saw a man he did not recognize. He was and old man. His oily grey hair was slicked back flat to his head. He was nearly toothless and had a long, white beard. He was a Death Eater, bearing the Dark Mark. Ron sensed the confusion in Draco's memory.
He approached Draco as he unbuttoned his robes all they way down to his crotch. Now it was Draco wearing a distressed expression. Moreso than Blaise. He looked downright horrified. He shrunk backward into the darkness as if trying to escape the terrible predator.
Don't. Draco's voice told him. Ron felt his forehead burn with incredible intensity as Draco's mind rejected his. Ron gazed up at him in silence, awaiting Draco's reluctant explaination.
After several moments of silence, Draco began quietly, 'I got punished for what I did with Blaise. When Father found out...' Ron remained silent as he stroked a hand through Draco's fine, blonde hair. Draco leaned into the touch and closed his eyes.
'Well... Let's just say he decided to teach me a lesson... In the worse possible way.' Ron sighed, stroking the back of Draco's head and pressing their foreheads together.
'I'm sorry.' Ron whispered. Nothing surprised him anymore.
Draco dropped his head to place a kiss on the nape of Ron's neck. He responded with an ecstatic sigh.
Ron smiled softly as he captured the others lips, pulling him into a passionate embrace. Draco moved down Ron's neck, suckling his collarbone softly. His bruises ached but like this it was easy to ignore. Draco was a brilliant distraction. Ron felt a hand grasp his erection expertly, stroking lazily.
Ron thrust his hips up into the other's hand. 'Feels good.' he told him again as the Slytherin kissed along his stomach, stopping occasionally to leave a love bite here and there.
Draco reached Ron's exposed cock. He wasted no time taking the other into his mouth. Ron watched as he was engulfed. Draco's lips reached the base of his cock. 'Ooh fuck!' he cried, hips thrusting upward. Draco relased him and offered a coy smirk.
Ron nearly protested until he felt the other take his balls into his hot mouth. Ron felt them tighten as Draco rolled his tongue. As the Slytherin's sweltering muscle probed farther south, his keen gaze closely monitored Ron's reaction. Draco offered him haughty amusement. Ron smiled and tilted his head back with an overconfident smile.
He released a strangled gasp. Draco's tongue had snaked down far enough to graze over his opening. Hot and wet, it probed deeper. Sending Ron into fits of pleasure that caused his entire being to quiver and quake.
'Ahhhh, fuck!' He groaned, forgetting his wounds and arching his back.
'Mmmm...' He felt the vibration of Draco's voice on his ass and he grasped the other's good shoulder in desperation. He felt the Slytherin's tongue twist inside him and he released another cry, coaxing a muffled chuckle from Draco and more delicious vibration.
'You like that, do you?' Draco whispered before probing deeper than before, tongue tasting the flesh within. Ron moaned so deep in his throat, his ribcage shook. He felt Draco grab his throbbing member, stroking it steadily. The double stimulation was more than he could handle and with a strangled moan, he cried out. 'I'm going to cum!'
Draco was hovering over him once more, eyes still glassy. Ron's body twitched as the echo of his rapture still remained. He reached up to grasp Draco'a hip and was reminded of his bruised abdomen. It throbbed with his arm outstretched. He thought maybe he did have a few broken bones that were still healing. He dared a glance at Draco's face, expecting to find him flushed and smirking. He looked grim, instead.
'Look at what they've done do to you.' He barely whispered, eyes scanning Ron's mangled body. He shrugged, pretending the motion hadn't hurt at all when really it hurt like hell. 'I let this happen. I wanted to protect you.'
'Ron, you don't know what you're dealing with.'
Ron narrowed his eyes, 'I do so. I have been dealing with it. All along. Ever since I have been at Hogwart's.' Harry had kept him busy over the years. Draco seemed to ponder this, eyes narrowing at him in return.
Before long, he reclaimed Ron's lips, cock probing his opening, which was slick with Draco's saliva. 'Yes...' Ron begged huskily. 'Fuck me.'
Draco smirked, lips closing around Ron's earlobe. He teased Ron's opening with the head of his cock in circular motions. He nearly allowed it to slip inside Ron's wanting body several times. Until he was moaning desperately and gasping for air. Draco continued to tease him, whispering, 'Say, "Please, Draco. Fuck me."'
Ron arched his back, 'Please Draco!' He moaned, eyes falling closed as Draco continued to tease him with only slight motions. Ron rocked his hips down against his cock. Once again it nearly slipped inside but Draco pulled away. 'Fuuuuck me!'
'That was very good begging.' Draco confessed, cheeks flushed.
'Please, just fuck me, Draco.' Ron repeated, rolling his hips again.
This time Draco pushed in as Ron thrust down. He was immediately invaded and it felt extra wet. He could feel Draco's hard length twitch against his insides as he buried himself deeper. Ron released a strangled cry.
'Fuck you're tight,' Draco breathed, kissing the soft flesh behind Ron's ear.
'You're really far inside...' Ron told him, hips bucking eagerly into Draco's pelvis and forcing his dick unfathomably deeper into his guts. His bruises stretched and burned but the pleasure outweighed the pain and he was able to release a blissful sigh.
As Draco pulled out, Ron watched him wince. Are you pain? Ron thought at him immediately with great worry. Draco shrugged his good shoulder, eyes burning into his. Are you? Ron returned the shrug. Feels better now that you're fucking me. The Gryffindor smiled.
Draco released a laugh that morphed into pleasured moans. Ron buried his face in the nape of Draco's neck, and reached down to grasp his cock. 'Oh yeah...' He sighed out in ecstasy as he began to stroke his partner's erection.
Draco's pace increased, offering Ron long, passionate thrusts into his body. He cried out, unused to such steady and deep penetration. He felt himself coming close to climax. The intensity of which was somehow maximized by his throbbing abdomen.
'I can't hold it back,' Ron groaned, spilling his cum between them.
'Fuck!' Draco hissed, his pace quickening slightly. Ron felt his cock convulsing in orgasm with the wavering of his muscles. Draco's warm, sticky seed shot deep inside of him.
Draco collapsed on top of his battered chest. He forced himself to remain silent regardless of the pain the other's weight caused.
They breathed each other's essence until Ron felt the throb of his bruises burn with a vengeance he couldn't ignore. 'Hurts again.' He sighed out reluctantly.
'Shit,' Draco cursed, rolling onto his side and wrapping his bad arm around Ron. 'I'm sorry.' He whispered, placing a kiss on his temple. 'You are hurt worse, yunno. You've got broken ribs.'
'The Cruciatus Curse hurt worse.' Ron assured him. Draco silently agreed.
Ron had no trouble drifting off to the sound of Draco's methodic breathing. Another few hours later and Charlie was knocking on the door.