"I am leaving." Harry tells Draco, "I can't do this anymore."
"Is it something I did?" Draco doesn't even have it in him to cry anymore. He is so drained. It's deep exhaustion that has set in his bones.
"I am so tired," Harry takes pause, shaking his head as if in disbelief, "I am so tired of you. I am so tired of taking care of you. You are driving me insane."
Draco would ask if it's something he did, but he knows what he did. Their entire relationship has been marred by Draco and his imperfections. He is ruining everything.
"Look," Harry usually takes a leather attache case to work, but today it's carry-on luggage. "Do me a favour, don't call me." He is sick and tired of his mate. Being in pain forever has got to be easier than being with his pathetic, needy burden.
All the blond can do is nod slowly as Harry walks out of his own house because of his mate.
"I did say this was a bad idea." Draco can hear Sirius say. Not that the alpha is trying to be quiet for his benefit.
"I welcomed you in my home." Remus addresses Draco, rolling his eyes at the sniffling. "Now my son is gone, we are not going to be stuck with you, leave already."
"I am sorry." Draco says before he follows Harry outside into the darkness. The woods are silent, and cold. He shivers, looking for Harry, hoping he will see his alpha again. All he finds is darkness. It's completely empty, absent of light. Draco thinks he hears Harry's voice call out to him, and he follows it aimlessly, until he realizes, he is never going to see his alpha again.
"What do I do?" Remus stares at Draco, who is crying in his sleep.
"I throw cold water on him." Harry sounds apologetic, but there is no other way to snap his mate out of his nightmares. Draco hasn't had a bad dream in about a week but it seems that with Harry sleeping on the floor, the blonde's subconscious decided to scare him because he wasn't feeling physically safe.
The little girl in Remus' arms is frowning, having woken from her peaceful sleep. She doesn't like Draco right now, because he isn't calm and tranquil like when he is awake. He is radiating sadness and heartbreak. It makes her want to cry so she does.
"Shut her up." Sirius makes a face at the crying toddler. "Shut him up," He asks Harry, who is already on his way to the bathroom, ready to splash icy cold water on his mate.
"Harry?" Draco wakes up with a gasp, looking around, shivering because the water was shocking to say the least. After having some days without nightmares, he was optimistic that maybe his bad dreams have stopped. It seems that sleeping without the security of Harry's arms, even for a few hours, triggered his fears all over again.
"I am right here," Harry reassures, pulling Draco in his arms, not caring that his mate is cold and wet.
"Fix him," Sirius orders Harry who nods agreeably. He can't have people waking him because of their screams. Sirius' sleep is precious. He needs his twelve hours.
"I am so sorry," Draco shivers, as Remus takes their uninvited guest upstairs, much to Sirius' annoyance. He is so thankful he is not a father to a small child anymore because children are irritating. Even young Harry who was the easiest, most gifted child ever got on Sirius' nerves. Ordinary children are the worst.
"Don't be," Harry grimaces when Draco tries to hide his tears. He strokes the wet blond hair, "What happened?"
"You left," Draco doesn't even bother lying because he knows Harry can sense it all. Their bond is growing at an extremely rapid pace, and Harry can and will sometimes finish his sentences, his thoughts, and even say what he is about to say out loud before Draco will.
"I wouldn't do that," Harry knows dreams are illogical better than most people. He's had many bad dreams himself as a child. Sometimes he used to dream this his mother came back and she left again. Remus would have to hold him for hours to get him to calm down.
"I know," Draco trusts Harry, completely, with his body, mind and soul. "I can't help it."
"I know," Harry stands up, making Draco look up at him with a wounded look on his face. "Let's take a shower," he gives his mate a reassuring look, despite being rattled himself. He can sense exactly what Draco is sensing, and feel his fear and pain. "We need to warm up a little." He removes his now wet pajama shirt, smirking when Draco gives him an interested look. "I could use a pick me up before work."
I hate your job. Draco can't help but think, and then immediately tries to suppress it. Judging from the knowing look on Harry's face, he heard what Draco just thought. "You know Draco, right now, I hate my job a little too." He never thought he would be in such a hurry to get home every day from a job he's worked so hard to get, but here he is, eager to go to work so he can get it over with. Draco seems like a treat waiting for him at work.
"Please," Draco tries to dismiss his thoughts, and Harry's response to them, although he does like the thought of being Harry's reward at the end of a workday. "I am just being silly."
"You are being silly alright," Harry will gladly distract his mate from the nightmare with sex, he pulls Draco closer to himself.
"No, I am not." Draco blushes, forgetting his fears momentarily.
"I think you are," Harry pulls Draco into a kiss, holding him tight in his arms. "You know," He pulls away for a second, smirking at Draco's dazed look, "We have never had sex in the shower."
"And whose fault is that?" Draco scowls.
Harry loves moments like this, because Draco seems most like his former self, his real self. Confident, in control, and most importantly, the blond sociopath who had the entire university by storm. The alpha is pleased to note that this Draco is starting to appear again and again, his sad submissive self taking more of a back seat. "I think it's my fault." Now that Neville has given Draco a clean bill of health, Harry plans on fucking the pretty blonde's brains out every chance he gets.
"I don't know what happens." Draco shakes his head, wetting his hair as soon as Harry adjusts the water temperature to a soothing hot. "I fall into deep sleep and…" His worst fears start playing in his head.
"Didn't help that I wasn't in bed with you." Harry doesn't notice Draco's pause. "I hate being away from you." He loves his job but his natural instinct is to protect Draco at all times. If it wasn't for his parents always being with Draco, he couldn't possibly focus enough at the hospital and would have been fired already.
"Really?" Draco still can't believe the things Harry says. Even if he can kind of sense Harry's thoughts now, and he knows his husband is not lying, it's hard to believe someone as wonderful as Harry loves him.
"Draco," The only thing Harry can accurately compare his obsession with Draco is to heroin addiction. "I want you hooked up to my veins."
"You know," Draco informs Harry, "There are some people addicted to omega pheromones." Omegas are trafficked not just for sex, but for providing sexual fluids to such freaks. Draco is pretty sure that if his parents manage to sell him, he is going to be used for such purposes. Thankfully, Harry doesn't hear that particular thought or he would fly into a rage.
Harry knows that pheromone addiction exists. He sees degenerates like that all the time in ER with withdrawal syndromes. Now that he is with Draco, he understands how serious his addiction is because he has actually felt it. "I don't think I can live without you."
"You can," Draco laughs sadly, "Not well, but you can."
"Like Professor Snape?" Harry shudders. Come to think of it, his life before Draco found him was heading toward a similar end. He just didn't realize it. He was in denial. He has so much in common with Severus. It's disturbing.
It's so strange but in a way, he feels connected to the professor somehow, like they are related in some odd way. There is no blood relation between them, but Harry feels that some kind of destiny binds him to each other. Well, now they kind of are related, because Snape is his mate's godfather.
"Harry," Draco isn't as good at reading his husband's mind as Remus is, but he catches a glimpse of what his alpha just saw in his head, an alternative future without Draco, full of painkillers and depression. "I am not going to let that happen." He is going to stay by Harry's side, where he belongs, like a good little love slave.
"I know," Harry leans into Draco's touch, shuddering despite the intense heat of the shower. "I was so close to it." He was just living his life, not realizing how empty he was. Professor Snape and Sirius convinced him to do the right thing. He owes them everything.
He cannot believe that despite hating him so much, Snape actually saved Harry from such a bitter, painful end.
"It won't happen." Draco wraps his arms around Harry, letting the alpha caress his naked, wet body.
"Yeah?" Harry presses his lips against Draco's jaw. "I am going to need some reassurance."
"Yes sir," Draco's pretty pink lips quirk up when he notices the shiver of desire at the word. "Do you like it when I call you sir?"
"N-No," Harry tries to shake his head and clear it of the sudden spell Draco has him under. He sees crap like that on TV all the time, and it always makes for dumb movies because real alphas and omegas don't do that.
Except that his omega is calling him sir, and he wants to bask in that feeling forever.
"I beg to differ," Draco tries kneeling in front of Harry. "Sir," He grabs Harry's erect cock, which is hard in his hands.
"No," Harry says forcefully and stops Draco from doing so.
"Harry," Draco says in his normal voice. "I need practice." He never got to sleep with men before he mated with Harry, and he is very self-conscious of it.
"What the fuck are you thinking?" Harry glowers at Draco.
"I am not good at pleasing you." Draco knows his way around a woman's body, but he has no idea how a man's works. He knows his body was made for taking a big cock, but he doesn't know if he is good enough for Harry yet. He wants to practice fellatio and become better at it. He hates that he still can't suck all of Harry without choking.
"Turn around," Harry forces Draco to face the tiles, unable to stare at the stunning face, because he's angry. "I need to be inside you." He knows that impregnating omega males is next to impossible, but he will be damned if he doesn't try.
"You can't blame me for wanting to…" Draco's eyes close in ecstasy when Harry's big cock slides inside him easily because he is so wet, and hits that special spot deep inside him. "fuck, Harry."
Harry likes the idea of keeping that pretty mouth occupied but he needs to be deep inside Draco. "I fucking love you so much." He grunts angrily when he can sense that Draco doesn't believe him. His thrusts get rougher. "You better believe it." Harry wishes there were no limits to his intelligence so that he could build a time machine, go back in time and fuck Draco in college like he should have.
"Yes, you should have," Draco manages to say, despite being overwhelmed with the delicious, mind numbing feeling of fullness. It's as if all his fears have disappeared. He feels safe and protected.
"Mine," Harry growls in Draco's ear, "You are mine, and no one else will ever have you."
"Yours," Draco whimpers as Harry comes inside him, copious amounts of cum filling him. He moans in disappointment when Harry's essence floods his channel, but instead of staying inside him, it slides down his thighs, making him sticky.
Harry doesn't want to knot Draco too much because it's not advised medically to put that much strain on an omega's body. He presses his fingers inside Draco's tight channel, which squeezes enticingly around the invading digits despite being freshly fucked. "Harry," Draco whines when his husband teases his sensitive hole. "Please."
"Are you going to think about other men again?" Harry keeps massaging Draco's opening until the blond apologizes and begs for mercy.
"I won't," Draco shakes his head, not knowing what he was thinking. "I am so sorry." He is very sensitive after the rough penetration, and this isn't his heat. He can't just keep taking more fucking because his body cannot handle it right now. Judging by Harry's ministrations, the alpha will keep punishing him until he hears what he wants. "It won't happen again, sir."
"Good," Harry stops teasing his mate's abused opening and places his fingers in his mouth, tasting Draco's delicious slick mixed with his own bitter semen. He allows the pretty blond to settle back against his chest, the warm water suddenly very noticeable. "Bed?"
"Yes, sir," Draco says without thinking, and mewls when he feels Harry's cock stir against his hip. "…" He feels shame take over him when he says the next part, "I am so sorry, I can't…" He is not in heat, and too sensitive right now to go again.
I think it's time for you to get some practice, Harry wants to say but holds back, blocking the thought from reaching Draco's mind. He can sense that his mate is blissfully tired and will sleep peacefully for the next few hours, until it's time for Harry to go to work. The last thing he needs is to compel his mate into blowing him right now. If Harry starts up again he won't be able to stop.
Draco likes the feeling of being punished by Harry. He likes that his husband cares enough to manhandle him, and he likes that Harry is possessive and won't let anyone else have him.
"Freak," Harry says caringly, sensing that Draco enjoys the rough treatment.
"Can you blame me?" Draco knows Harry felt the pleasure through their mind link, just as Draco felt the deranged enjoyment Harry got from fucking him.
"No," Harry is pleased that he can make Draco feel so safe and cared for. He is happy to brutalize his mate, to a certain limit, as long as his pancake can feel loved.
"Pancake?" Draco says as Harry helps him out of the bathroom. He is limping from the rough fucking, his gait destabilized. He is grateful for Harry's help because he couldn't possibly walk otherwise.
Harry picks Draco up bridal style, "Delicious."
"And I'm the freak?" Draco scoffs as Harry gently places him back on their bed, "I think you need to take me back to the shower, I am not fully clean," He notices Harry's cum on his thighs.
"You're clean enough," Harry enjoys the sight of milky creamy fluid all over Draco's thighs. "Looks good on you."
Draco can't help but feel even more pleased with the crazy display of possessiveness. "Yours," He says, his eyes softening when Harry leans over him and presses a kiss over his neck, where the mark is.
"Sleep." Harry uses his power over Draco for good and orders his mate to rest. "You are going to sleep well."
Draco wants to make a joke about being a well-rested whore, but at Harry's warning look, he holds back. "Good night."