Hey there! I know this is short, but I'm still working on a 4-6 page paper for A&P, plus my Mid Exams are this week -.- But I'm going to a Dubstep concert next Sat! :D Best Mid Exam gift ever! Anyway, my brain just wouldn't let me focus until I could get this out. So here it is, next chapter. & no worries, more will come soon.
Warnings: Sex :) Yummy man lovin' between our little lion & snake, plus some serious angst
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters used in this, nor do I make any profit from writing this. Just pure income of enjoyment!
Harry clutched at the bed sheets furrowed below his body, his back arched deep as Draco slid deeper inside of him with each thrust. The noises that left him were always so unfamiliar, even after doing this almost day after day. His cock throbbed heavily in need, his orgasm balancing right on the edge. Draco seemed to have learned his body well, for the fact that right when it seemed like he would come; Draco would slow down and take Harry in an almost loving manner. Only to start back up with heavy, fast strokes deep into his core. Biting his lip to stop himself from begging, he gasped when Draco slammed head on to his prostate.
"You know I like to hear you, don't hide from me." The hands that stroked and teased along his body were coaxing and familiar, causing Harry's body to arch harder and whimper in distress.
"P-please…Draco please hah!" Hearing Harry moan in name beneath him brought Draco's climax right up on the edge, causing him to quickly grasp the cock below him and start stroking in pace to his thrusts. Feeling the warm liquid splash over his hand and the tightening around his cock made his orgasm crash over him; his hips still slowly bucking as Harry's body shook in his hold. Pulling out, Draco couldn't stop the thrill of possession that rushed through him when his semen began to leak from Harry's red and swollen entrance. Watching his raven sprawled on his dark red sheets made his chest tighten, Harry's back rising and falling quickly in his attempt to gather himself. Quickly spelling the sheets clean, he lay down behind Harry; pulling him right up to his chest. Feeling the lithe man curl into him made his chest tighten in unrestrained emotion. He loved possessing The Boy Who Lived, his Raven – HIS. Just the fact made him feel on top of the world, like nothing could stop him. Then there were moments, like the ones now, or in the middle of the night; where the nightmares changed his thoughts. Harry was the strongest person he knew. From losing everything he ever could have had, to being raised in a home full of hate. His lifetime friends he thought would stand behind him betrayed him; then died before his eyes. Now to be owned like an animal by the ones who made him life hell, never really seemed to get him down. Except for days like this; this day specifically was the anniversary of when the Light side fell beneath the power of the Dark Lord. In the beginning, Harry had been vicious. Violent, cursing, hexing - physical violence in full force at anyone who would look, talk, or even attempt to touch him. It had lit a fire inside Draco; wanting desperately to own that, tame that. He felt accomplished that he'd done just about that, if for rough moments that still occurred. The man who lay against him, his own property, was everything Draco could have wanted. Strong, resilient, full of courage and honest to a fault; Harry was the prime example of a Gryffindor. Fighting back with everything he had, falling under the line when he knew he could not win the fight; yet never completely giving up.
"I will stay tonight, you need not worry. Sleep my Raven." Feeling Harry relax in his arms made him almost sigh. The man was stubborn, annoying at the best of times; yet endearing to never ask for anything. The smallest things seemed to make him happy, but Draco assumed anyone in his position would feel that way. Once he knew the man in his arms had fallen asleep, Draco stayed awake to wait for the backlash that he knew would occur. The twitching would start then the whimpering. Harry's magic would swirl out of control, and then the man would wake up screaming in desperation for it all to stop. That he was sorry, that he never meant for them to die. That he tried so hard to win, and he wished he could take their place. Draco would wait, and soothe the tormented soul that belonged to him. It wasn't love, that was a childish notion; impossible at the most. He was a Malfoy, he loved no one but his family. No, it wasn't love. It was just taking care of what was his. Nothing more, and if one thing was true; Harry Potter was definitely his.
Whala! :)) So lemme know what you think & I know - for something so nummy to happen, I just had to leave it on a sad note. Let me know if I should start the next chapter from Harry's nightmare so we can see a tender side to Draco, or jump to the next morning! -R.F.