Chapter 2

Harry's hands were firm and rough, the callouses on his palms and knuckles rubbing deliciously on Draco's soft skin. He mewled as Harry bit lightly behind his ear. He would have flushed in embarrassment at being so uncontrolled, but Harry was doing something with his tongue on his neck, and, well, his brain wasn't really functioning right now.

He writhed against Harry, hands exploring the ridges and hard plains of his body, greedily learning every curve and contour. Harry's teeth nipped along Draco's neck and collarbone, along his shoulder, then back up to his ear, nibbling and making him gasp and grind. Harry's skin was slightly salty from the light sweat coating him, flushed under his light tan and smelling faintly of wood smoke and musk. It was earthy and heady, and Draco wanted more.

Draco moaned and whimpered, gasping curses as Harry's talented hands and mouth explored him, finding every single sensitive place and using it to full advantage. He sobbed, and Harry chuckled darkly, not giving him a moment's respite. It was too much, it wasn't enough, he couldn't think. He groped blindly, nails scraping Harry's back and arse, clawing to bring him closer. He felt a moment of triumph when Harry growled appreciatively, but it was quickly lost to Harry's retaliation as he felt his cock disappear down the muscular man's throat. He cried out and bucked, hands scrabbling in Harry's dark hair, fighting to not come. Harry chuckled again, sending lightning bolts of pleasure up Draco's spine, and twisted Draco's hands into his hair. He paused, looking up with a smirk. Draco whined, looking down desperately. He bucked slightly, but Harry just moved with him, smirk growing wider. With a snarl, Draco yanked on the dark locks, bucking again at the same time, driving his cock deeper into Harry's teasing mouth. The pleased purr Harry loosed made his eyes roll back in his head.

"Oh, you like that, do you?" Draco thrust again, shoving Harry's face down his shaft by his hair. "You like it when I control you like this?" The whimpered affirmative was the sweetest sound he had ever heard. He set a steady rhythm, his head falling back as he gasped. Harry's tongue danced, stroking and swirling, exploring and tasting every millimetre being forced down his throat, never faltering, never seeming to tire. Draco tensed, choking out a warning as he came, spurting into Harry's eagerly waiting mouth. The motions of Harry's throat as he swallowed wrung more and more from Draco's shuddering body, pulling out every last drop.

Draco whined softly as Harry carefully and gently suckled him clean, then let him slide from his mouth. His hands fell languidly from Harry's hair, and he looked up with hazy eyes. Harry's lips were puffy and swollen, his face flushed with arousal. He crawled back over the blonde's body and smiled, smug at Draco's boneless state. "Don't fall asleep on me now," he whispered into Draco's ear as he sucked and nibbled it. "I'm nowhere near done with you yet."

Draco's eyes fluttered at the whispered words. Dear Merlin, he was going to die of pleasure; but he couldn't bring himself to care overmuch. If he had to die, it was a excellent way to go. He grumbled slightly as Harry rolled him, but smiled softly when Harry ran his fingers through Draco's pale hair, scraping his nails against his scalp in all the right places. He moaned as Harry started massaging his neck and shoulders, working his way down his back. Draco relaxed and enjoyed it for a few minutes, before muttering, "I thought you didn't want me to go to sleep?"

Harry chuckled softly. "I don't. But I like to make my partners feel good while they're with me. A blowjob is a good start, but anyone can do that." He leaned closer, his breath puffing against Draco's ear. "I rarely take a partner. So when I do, I like to make damn sure I'm the best they've ever had. I like to be memorable. Not for my past, but for what I can make you feel now." His fingers dug at a particularly stubborn knot, and Draco arched with a moan. Harry continued slowly, his voice low and seductive, purring as he wove his words like a spell through Draco's drugged senses. "I like to worship my partners. I like to explore their bodies, learning every single nuance until I can play it like an instrument. I like to bring them to the edge of their pleasure and hold them there, gasping and begging for release." His hands never stopped moving over the pale body underneath him, grasping and kneading, stroking the delicate skin. "I like to taste, to touch, to observe and learn. I like knowing that no matter when you leave my bed, I'll be imprinted on every cell of your body and soul. That every lover after me will pale in comparison. And I think you're almost there already, aren't you? I haven't even had you yet, but you can already feel me under your skin. You can feel that ache growing, pulling at you. You want me to touch you, to fill you, to grasp your hips and slide myself so deep inside your perfect arse that you can taste me." His husky whisper was interrupted as Draco shuddered and cried out, coming onto the sheets.

"Oh fuck!" Draco panted. "I didn't even realise I was hard again!"

Harry made a pleased purring noise, and whispered, his voice a breathy moan. "So responsive..." He gently rolled Draco onto his back, and began his ministrations again, starting at the exhausted blonde's ear. "Now, let's start again, shall we?"

Draco woke when Harry got back from his shower and started pulling on clothes. He groaned and rubbed his eyes, looking at the clock on Harry's bedside table. "Potter? What's wrong? It's four thirty in the morning!"

Harry glanced over his shoulder, gaze raking Draco's body appreciatively. "Time for work. Go back to sleep if you want. There's food in the kitchen; help yourself if you want something. Let yourself out when you're done." He stood, pulling his shirt over his head.

"What? Hell no. I want to see what you've been doing for the past four years!" Draco staggered out of bed and started hunting for his clothes, cursing as he kicked his toe in the half light.

Harry sighed and stopped him with hands on his shoulders. "That's not necessary. We had fun last night, sure, but you don't need to pretend to be interested in me beyond that. Besides, your clothing will stand out badly. Go home, keep quiet about having seen me, and have a wank when you miss my cock too badly." He smirked slightly and kissed the indignant rebuttal clear out of Draco's head, then turned and strode towards the door.

Draco lunged and caught his arm. "I'm serious. I want to know. Please?" He looked earnestly into Harry's startled eyes.

Raising his eyebrows Harry sighed gustily, then crossed to the chest of draws, drawing out a shirt and soft pants. He tossed them to Draco unceremoniously. "Your shoes will do. Put these on. I'll make breakfast." He strolled out, ignoring the way Draco eyed the clothes he had been loaned.

When Draco emerged from the bedroom, Harry silently pointed at the coffee pot and the empty mug next to it and kept cooking. Smiling slightly at the blonde man's blissful sigh as he sipped his drink, he started serving. "I apologize for the lack of bacon and other traditional breakfast grease. I don't eat things like that anymore."

Draco raised an eyebrow as Harry placed two bowls of porridge, two plates with boiled eggs and toast, yogurt, and a plate of assorted fruit and berries on the table, along with glasses of water. "This is your usual breakfast?"

"Mmhmm. I have a very specific meal plan. I have to, to maintain my bulk. It's hard for me to keep it after years of malnutrition."

Draco shot him a sharp look. "What?"

Harry glanced at him peacefully, not pausing his meal. "Surely the Wizarding world managed to dig up the details of my childhood by now?"

Draco shook his head numbly.

"Ah. Well, does your vow extend to anything regarding my past that I might tell you now?"

Draco nodded. "I would consider it so, but I can make another if you prefer?"

Harry shook his head. "Don't bother. I don't really care. I'll trust you not to tell, and if you do, it wouldn't be the first time someone has betrayed me." His gaze hardened. "That said, if you do tell, you won't find me a second time." Seeing Draco nod again, he continued eating. "I grew up with my Aunt and Uncle. They hated anything 'abnormal'. Which for them, would include a magical child dumped on their doorstep in the middle of the night with an note advising that their sister had died and they now had another baby to care for. I spent the next ten years living in a cupboard under the stairs, with only enough food to make sure I didn't die and could perform the chores they assigned me. Which was all of them. They tried to beat the magic out of me, and when that didn't work, things got… Worse. Don't ask, because I will never talk about that, with you or anyone else. Suffice to say that I do what I can to make sure nobody else feels as helpless as I did. You finished?" He gestured to Draco's plates.

Numbly, Draco helped carry the dishes to the sink. He sat back and sipped his coffee, watching Harry as he washed the dishes, taking the time to look around the kitchen. The benches were a dark grey granite, the sink and appliances a brushed steel. Wooden cupboards provided more storage space than could be reasonably expected in such a (to his mind) small space. The dining table was a cherry wood colour, small and scratched, but well maintained, even if the chairs around it were mismatched. The entire space was spotlessly clean, just like what he had glimpsed of the rest of the apartment. The entire effect was warm and homey, comforting in a way that his own Manor could never achieve.

His world had be turned upside down all over again, and looking back on his behaviour during their school years, he felt like a prat. He hadn't known, and there was nothing he could do about it, but it was still a shock to realise that the boy who had saved them all time and time again, the man standing at the sink rippling with all that glorious muscle, who had sung so incredibly the night before, had been so horribly abused. Draco itched to touch him and make the bad thoughts go away.

He didn't get his chance though, because Harry looked at the clock on the wall and cursed, striding to the door. "Come if you're coming." He called over his shoulder.

Apparently Harry liked to keep all aspects of his life as closely contained as possible. The flat they had just exited was located above Harry's work. Draco looked up at the sign above the door. "The Kiln. Really?" He gave Harry a flat look.

Harry laughed. "What can I say, I have a weakness for puns, and it seemed appropriate." Draco shook his head and followed Harry into the building.

The dark brick walls and scattered pillars that Draco had noticed in Harry's flat continued downstairs. It could have felt oppressive, but Harry had lightened the atmosphere with floor to ceiling mirrors strategically placed along the walls, and bright lights set into the ceiling. The carpet was a heavy industrial grey, thick and tightly woven, designed for very heavy wear. To the left was a sunken floor, currently covered with blue matting, and surrounded by railings. A locker and shower room branched off to the right. The place felt welcoming, but with a serious air, as if the building itself would push you to become harder, faster, stronger. Aptly named indeed.

Harry turned on the lights, and spent a few minutes fiddling with a strange device in the office at the back. Music filled the air, fast beats with heavy drums, primal and punishing. Draco found himself enjoying the music far more than he would have expected. Listening to Harry prattle on about how he had found the building and renovated it himself, and his clients, and how he had gotten into martial arts in the first place, Draco found himself relaxing. He may be in a completely alien world, but being near Harry somehow made everything feel alright again.

Several hours later, Draco watched in awe as Harry worked. Who would have thought that the Saviour of the Wizarding World would go Muggle, and open a martial arts school and "gym"? The man was completely different to the boy who had fled his fame. He was self-confident, aware of his body and how it looked, but still not arrogant. He oozed sex appeal, and based on his performance the night before, didn't hesitate to take advantage of it. The man was a predator, pure and simple. It was difficult to reconcile the differences.

He looked around at the machines, and had no idea what any of them did, but his attention was primarily on Harry as he taught a class basic self-defence. Draco had thought him magnificent on stage, but here, he was a god. He moved with the grace of a large cat, perfectly controlled, perfectly coordinated. His muscles shifted under his clothes, stretching and contracting as he demonstrated the moves to his students.

Draco cursed and ducked into the bathroom to relieve the tightness in his pants.

Harry sighed wearily and slumped back in his office chair, resting his head on the back and closing his eyes. Draco watched him quietly. He looked exhausted. Standing, he moved behind the weary man and started massaging his shoulders. Harry groaned appreciatively. "Where have you been all my life?"

Draco grinned. "Why Potter, are you flirting with me?"

Harry snorted, then moaned slightly as Draco worked a particularly unforgiving knot. "I was talking to your hands."

Chuckling, Draco kept working the bunched muscles. "Uh huh, sure. So, you've been at work for fourteen hours. What do you normally do now?"

Harry sighed and sat up, dislodging the hands that were sending him into a stupor. He pulled a plastic container off the shelf and added some water to the powder in it. Shaking it briskly then pouring it down his throat, he wiped his lips on the back of his wrist. "Now, I do my workout." He glanced back and chuckled at the horrified expression Draco wore. "I told you Malfoy, its hard work to keep up my bulk." His eyes darkened. "And you certainly seemed to enjoy it last night."

Draco felt himself blushing. Blushing! He cleared his throat. "Yes, well. I suppose I should be getting home." He looked away, cursing in his mind. He felt like a coward.

Shrugging, Harry stood and stretched. "Alright. Bye." He started to walk towards the door, but found himself restrained by a hand on his arm. Apparently this was going to be a habit with them.

"I really do have to get home, but," Draco bit his lip, then decided to take a risk. His world had changed last night, and he couldn't tolerate the thought of giving it up. "Could I come back some time?"

Harry looked at him impassively. His face had shuttered, his eyes hard and emotionless. "That depends on you. If you plan to try to convince me to come back to the Wizarding world, you needn't bother." He raked his gaze down the slim blonde's body, smirking at the obvious twitch in Draco's pants. "If you just wanted a repeat of last night, then I suppose so." He turned back to the door and sauntered through with an absent wave over his shoulder, not looking back.

"Who is it?" Blaise asked as he stepped out of the Floo and into Draco's sitting room.

Draco raised an eyebrow. "I have no idea what you mean."

Blaise rolled his eyes. "You have that look. The one you only get after you have been thoroughly shagged. For Merlin's sake, are you bouncing?"

Draco didn't bother to calm himself, he just jumped to his feet and started pacing. And if his step had a little extra spring, well, who cared? "I can't tell you." He held up a hand, stopping Blaise's irritable retort. "I vowed on my magic, so no, you won't get it out of me. But Merlin," he threw himself dramatically on the chaise, "the man is a god!"

The Floo flared green again, and Pansy stepped out, brushing the soot off her clothes. She looked up, then sighed as she saw Draco. "Who is it?"