Drabble 4: Enchant

A loud ringing rang through his ears, but Harry didn't stop. He kept going, each step he took more determined than the last.

Pants continually poured their way out of his mouth, showing his exhaustion, but he ignored them, eager and needing to be by his lover's side.

When he finally made it, he opened the moss colored door soundlessly, cautiously peering inside before walking in.

Immediately, he was greeted by the sight of his lover at his desk, face gently held by his palm as he stared at the doorway, eyes boring into Harry's emerald ones.

He simply sat there, studying Harry's condition before soundlessly opening his arms. At once, Harry moved into action. He walked forward, one step, then two, and soon three. He climbed onto his lover's lap, burying his face in the strong and muscular neck that was mere inches from his face.

His beloved didn't speak. He just rubbed tiny circles on Harry's back, knowing that it comforted his younger lover.

Minutes passed before Harry finally pulled back, looking into crimson eyes pleadingly.

The man above him seemed to understand, for a mere moment later, Harry was gently placed on the man's desk, papers and books long forgotten.

His lover climbed over him, seeing the madness and fright that battled fiercely within Harry's gaze.

"Harry," he mumbled softly, shifting slightly. "It's okay. Let go."

Harry did.

He allowed the anger that threatened to throw him over the edge climb free from its prison. Immediately, a strong wave of it hit him and he began snarling, fighting against the man on top of him.

"Let me go!" he demanded, screaming and yelling all the while. The man above him did not. He merely chuckled, exerting more strength to keep him pinned. Harry cursed, hating himself when his body reacted strongly to the show of dominance.

"S-stop!" he panted harshly, trying so hard to sound forceful. The man didn't and soon articles of clothes began to fall to the floor, Harry's screams growing louder as each one connected with it softly.

"Please," he begged when it threatened to be too much. Even then, the figure didn't stop. However, the tone of the ministrations changed. Instead of being forceful, they calmed.

Oh, they were still strong but they were also tender. He was prepared gently and thoroughly, those skillful fingers rocking inside of him slowly and powerfully.

When those fingers were replaced with something larger, Harry cried out, surprised when his salty tears were kissed away gently.

"Shh," the figure above him whispered soothingly, beginning to move inside of him.

Harry screamed, yelled, and cursed, the strong feelings inside of him building up and finally leaving him with a loud yell.

As he came down from his high, his lover was there, gently cleaning them both up. Feeling his body melt like goo, Harry opened his eyes, emerald connecting with enchanting red.

"I love you," he whispered silently, allowing himself to finally admit what he'd been lying to himself about all the time.

"I know," the figure replied, shrugging. "It's the only reason you'd allow me to give you what you need."

"Isn't that pathetic, though?" Harry asked, hating how small he sounded. "The big bad Boy Who Lived needing pain in order to function? Gosh, I can see the newspaper headlines now-"

He was cut off by a hand reaching out and caressing his cheek.

"Don't speak like that," the other admonished. "It's truly not a big deal. After all, even the terrifying Dark Lord has to get off by watching someone come emotionally undone."

A few moments passed in silence.

"Tom?" Harry whispered, feeling himself shake slightly. "Don't leave me?"

Feeling long arms wrap around him soundlessly, Harry closed his eyes and relished in the warmth the other provided. Never had he felt so comfortable and he hoped things could continue this way.

Additional Prompts:

Halsey One-shot Competition - Inspired by "Are you insane like me? Been in pain like me?"

March Word Count: 644

Charms Assignment 6: Write about someone feeling refreshed mentally/physically in a unique way.