A/n: Ah yes i like to call this one, "how many times can I make potter cum in a ficlet before draco fkn destroys him." you all asked for angst, you all get angst. so, i'm not going to apologize. (i think it lost the use of the word ficlet when we hit 1500 words, but here it is. one-shot. no beta.) ~ kiz
Prompt: "you're over at my house to pick some of your stuff up, and as you load the last of your things into your car, you head back to my front door to say goodbye, and somehow… we wind up in bed" (i don't write 1st POV, so just imagine I changed the prompt to fit my writing style.)
Warnings: slash fic, aggressive, rough sex, toxic relationship, hurt, leaving, bottom!Harry, smut, explicit language.
Draco threw his stuff in the bag hastily, he just wanted to hurry. He just wanted out. He had grabbed what he could, the other day, but he knew the rest of it needed to go or they would never end up apart. And, they had to end up apart. They weren't going to work, not like how he had hoped.
Not like how he had understood that Harry had hoped. Once upon a time.
But, it wasn't the same anymore. Draco just needed to leave, whatever was left, could burn. He had half the kind to do that, himself, if the incantation didn't terrify him. Even all these years later.
Draco looked up, startled, when he heard Harry in the doorway. His eyes found the other man, "I'm almost done." Harry stared at him, without a word, gave a nod, before he stepped into the room.
Draco sucked in a breath, he felt the room was too small now, which he hated. It never felt like that before, but now he felt he couldn't breathe. He grabbed his last few shirts, tossing them in the bag quickly, not bothering to fold them. He sighed as he zipped the suitcase in a quick movement and jerked it off the bed.
"Draco," Harry said softly, and the blonde turned to look at him, "don't forget these." He held up a small box, and Draco couldn't speak. Harry was so close, he could just reach out and touch him. He could just... He could apologize and Harry could apologize and they could be fine. "They're yours."
Draco looked at the small black box, he knew what was in that box. Letters. From Harry himself. Over the years, notes he wrote, poetry he attempted, thoughts he had, the ways he had first said he loved him.
"Right," Draco cleared his throat, and took the box, without touching his hands. "Thank you."
Harry dropped his hands, nodding, "of course." He took a breath, stepping back.
Draco turned quickly, putting the box on his suitcase and picking it up, carrying it carefully. He took a step towards the door, heading straight down the hallway. He could hear Harry following, but he didn't look back at him. He couldn't.
He grabbed the front door, jerking it open, his wand in hand floating the boxes out the door with him. He just needed to get down the alleyway, and he could leave. He could get out of there. He didn't have a place to go, he had been staying at The Leaky Cauldron for the past week. He knew he couldn't do that forever, but he didn't have time to think of that right then.
He was walking as quickly as he could, Harry was near him. He could practically feel him, and then his name was said softly and Draco stopped, at the edge of the walkway. Frozen.
"Draco," Harry breathed it out so quietly, it was barely loud enough to be heard but Draco did. His name wrapped around him tightly, it held him together as he fought the urge to just fall apart.
Draco looked back at Harry, letting the three boxes drop with a wave of his wand. He didn't say anything, he just watched him. Watched the words forming on his lips, and he shook his head, "no, don't do that."
Harry sighed, shaking his head, "it's a real bloody wonder we've lasted as long as we fucking did, Draco."
Draco closed his eyes, "I am not fighting with you Potter."
"Yeah, I fucking know." Harry growled, his anger instantly spiked.
Draco watched him, shaking his head, "Potter, seriously, I am just not going to fight."
"You never want to have this fight." Harry snapped, pissed, his hands in fist at his side. "I can't keep doing this."
"I am well aware, Potter. That's why I'm," Draco waved a hand, his own anger growing, "leaving."
"Then just fucking leave, Malfoy."
Draco sucked in a breath, his eyes growing wide, "what did you just say?"
"Fucking. Leave. Malfoy."
"Y-you," Draco took a step back, "you don't call me that."
Harry laughed, short and mean, "it doesn't matter what I call you anymore. Does it?"
Draco dropped his suitcase, the box toppling from the top of it, "why are you doing this?" Harry didn't answer, he looked down at all the papers that came spilling from the box, sliding along the concrete. Draco moving quickly, the question forgotten as he kneeled down and hurried to gather the papers. He realized he was crying, too late before he could hide it from Harry. He gasped out the sob, wiping at his eyes, the tears freely rolling down his cheeks and he sucked in a hard breath, another sob convulsed out of him just as quickly as he caught his breath. Then he couldn't stop. It was all happening too quickly, he grasped at the papers. All of Harry's words to him over the years, the only words in the world that meant anything to him. He grabbed them in his fist, tight, forcing them back into the box, his sobs like a dry heave as he slammed the lid.
Harry felt his whole world shattering, standing there helplessly as he watched. He didn't mean it, it hadn't meant any of it. Nothing, not a thing he said two weeks ago, not the fact he let Draco leave last week, and most definitely not what he just said.
Draco pushed himself up, wiping at his face as he held the box tight to his chest, "I don't want to fight," Draco whispered, trying to compose himself. "I… Have a good…." The word life floated in his mind, he knew this was it. And he didn't want that to be the last thing he said to Harry Potter, but fuck if he knew what he was supposed to say. He fought hard to get himself under control, his whole body shaking as he cried, and then Harry was everywhere.
He wrapped his arms around Draco's slender frame and pulled him in close, the box Draco was clutching the only thing between them. "I'm sorry, Draco," Harry whispered as he held the man, his lips pressed to his neck, "fuck, I am so sorry."
The answer Harry had been looking for was right there in front of him, those tears and the pain his Draco was going through, was all the answer he had ever needed. Harry was just too stupid to understand it, then, but now as Draco was about to leave. Forever. It was all he could focus on.
Draco sobbed out a word that got jumbled and lost against Harry's shoulder, he felt the man scooping him up in his arms and Draco didn't even bother fighting him back. He just let him. They walked towards the house, Harry kicking the door closed behind them, and Draco didn't talk as Harry walked them through the house.
Their eyes met, Harry's swimming with emotion as he looked down at Draco, who was red faced and cheeks were tear-streaked.
"I am so sorry," Harry said again, shaking his head, "we don't have to do this."
Draco didn't trust his voice, his throat was raw, his nose running.
"I didn't mean it," Harry promised as he held Draco to his chest, cradling him close. "I'm just a fucking idiot, and you just get under my skin, but Draco I love you. Forever. More than anything." He was saying, speaking quickly, scared if he didn't say it right then he never would. "And, you being gone has been bloody miserable. I just… stay, be mad, we don't have to fight, we don't have to argue, we don't have to do any of it. You can just be pissed and you can hate me, but fuck, please, just stay."
Draco studied his face, the tears starting to let up, the pain he had been feeling in his chest lessening, his arms dropped and he felt Harry grab the box and put it on the bed, and then he leaned towards him and their lips hovered, Harry's eyes fluttering shut and Draco took a nervous, shaky breath, he wanted to lean in and take Harry's kiss, he wanted to tell him it was fine. Everything was fine.
Instead he leaned forward and laid his forehead on Harry's, "there is no one but you Draco," he whispered to the blonde, who made a soft noise in response. "It's only you, baby. Please, understand that."
"You said you were miserable." Draco whispered, the words from that night ringing in his ears, "you said you hated how I made you feel."
"I did," Harry answered, "but I didn't mean it," he shook his head, "I was just pissed. I am pissed. Still. But, fuck, I just want you Draco."
"I can't give you the things you want, Potter."
"I don't care, it doesn't matter," Harry shook his head, "we'll be fine. We will figure it out." Harry was not about to tell him, watching him break down on the sidewalk was giving him the things he wanted. He needed.
Draco felt him kiss him then, the blonde gasping softly and Harry took it as an invitation, slipping his tongue into his mouth. Draco grasped at his body, his hands hard and needy as they held the man, pulling him in, clawing at his body in hunger, and Harry let him. He gave Draco all he could, his own hands sliding around the man he was holding, pulling him as close as he could. His body singing for the touch. The need. The hunger.
"No one else will ever make me feel this way," Harry growled as Draco tugged on his messy, unruly hair he hated so fucking much, those pale hands demanding of him. "It's just you, Draco. I love you."
Draco bit his bottom lip, their teeth clashing as Harry moved them, flipping them over, practically throwing Draco on the bed, and hovering over him. Draco arched against the bedding, their body's sliding against each other, and Harry let out a whimper of a moan when Draco drew a fist in his hair and pulled him back, only to attach his lips to his throat with hot kiss after hot kiss.
Harry pressed his hips to Draco, rutting into him, his breath heavy when Draco nipped his neck. Draco pressed himself to Harry's body, and he moved. He knew what the blonde wanted, how could he not? 6 years of make-up sex, anger filled sex, pain filled sex… He knew.
Harry hit the bed hard, and he swallowed as Draco's hungry eyes took him in, he watched the other wave his hand, stripping most of his clothing quickly, before his mouth pressed to Harry's body. He lapped at the sculpted chest with need, his teeth scraping the skin and Harry squirmed underneath him, "Draco," he hissed when the man nipped his nipple, sucking hard on the taut skin.
Draco ignored his whimpers, his mouth moving down his body and across his hips and then dragging his eyes up to Harry's who was begging him without a single word from his parted, panting lips. Draco pressed his own lips to the wet, cum stained spot on his underwear, lapping at him slowly, brushing against the head of his cock over his underwear.
"Draco," he whispered, lifting his hips towards his mouth. More, he cried, he wanted more. He wanted all of it. All of Draco.
Draco grabbed his hips, pushing him back down roughly, before wrapping those pale fingers around the waistband of his underwear and jerking them down over his cock, and then he wrapped his lips around his length, pushing him into his mouth, and Harry gasped out in pleasure, his body nearly shaking as Draco swallowed him. "Fuck no," he whined the moment he hit the back of Draco's throat, fighting against the grip Draco was using to hold him down, his toes curled as he arched his shoulders. Draco bobbed up his length, his saliva coating Harry in a mess before he pushed him back down. The head of his cock, brushing deep in his throat and Harry groaned, "Draco, baby," he felt tears sprang to his eyes, "no, no, don't."
Draco didn't want to talk. He didn't want to hear him talk either. So, he reached up, underwear in hand and without a word he stuffed them in Harry's mouth. Harry, taking the hint, did as expected. He had a feeling Draco was pissed, but he also had a feeling that his love - love he didn't say or talk about - was going to outweigh his anger. Harry felt anticipation coursing through his body, a mixture of lust, need, hurt, and nerves.
Draco pulled back, flicking his tongue along the head of Harry's cock, his eyes flashing to Harry's who at the mere look screamed out a yelp against the pants in his mouth, cumming hard on Draco's tongue. Harry breathed heavily, against the makeshift gag, his head tossed back on the bed, his muscles relaxing. Draco pressed his hands against his thighs, pushing Harry's legs apart, bending them at the knees, he mouthed over Harry's balls, sucking them into his mouth, and Harry squirmed again with a muffled groan.
Draco just wanted to be inside of him, he wanted to make Harry happy, but he also wanted to make Harry realize how much he missed him. How much he loved him. How much he needed him. And, Draco wasn't talking about how much he felt all of that about Harry, he wanted Harry to remember how much he felt all of that about Draco. Draco was the him.
He wanted Harry sick with need, begging for him to never stop. For him to never leave. He wanted Harry so sorry he ever let Draco walk out that door, he ever made Draco cry in the middle of the walkway, that he was begging for forgiveness.
His hard eyes turned to Harry, as he brushed his thumb over his arsehole, and with a quiet murmur from his lips he pressed his lube slicked thumb against him, pushing in slowly. Harry pushed down against his digit, rocking his hips, "m-mo-ore." He tried to speak around the makeshift gag in his mouth, his eyes pleading with Draco.
Who narrowed his eyes, and pressed his thumb back in slowly, giving it a wiggle as he stretched the man whimpering beneath him. Harry groaned, his head falling back again, and he gasped out in need, breathing hard from his nose. Draco lowered his head, pressing kisses along Harry's thick muscular thighs, moving slowly as he replaced his thumb with a finger, then two, and he felt Harry clenching around his fingers, his cock hardening again.
"Needy as ever," Draco hissed, giving his fingers a press deep inside of him, and Harry nearly lept off the bed.
Harry ripped the underwear from his mouth, "Draco, fuck me. Please. Now." He begged of the man teasing him, his cock twitching as Draco finger fucked his ass, and left painful bites along his thighs. "I can't take anymore, Draco." He groaned as another bite was placed on his thigh, "fuck, Draco!" He whimpered, pressing hard into the bed, looking for some type of reprieve. "Baby, stop teasing me," his voice was thick, his hands in fist in the bedding, his cocking jumping and when Draco moved, his breath blowing over the head of his cock, Harry yelped out a curse, pressing hard against Draco's fingers and cumming quick and fast in a gush.
Draco pulled his fingers back, and moved his hand. His clothes disappeared, he grabbed ahold of himself with a slow stroke and a hiss as he watched his Harry flushed and breathing hard from his second orgasm. Harry, stretched his legs wide, scooting down towards Draco who pressed the head of his cock against his stretched arsehole, before slipping inside of him hard and quick.
"Fuck!" Harry moaned out, pleasure rocking through his body as the feeling of the burn. He gasped hard, hands grabbing for Draco who met his hold and pushed him down into the mattress, their fingers intertwined as he rocked agaisnt Harry's arse.
Draco fucked him, hard and quick, savoring every moan Harry breathed out, every whine, and arch of his back as he pressed as close to him as he could get. Harry pulled on their hands, Draco toppling against his chest and he searched for his lips, tasting himself still on the other's tongue.
Draco grunted, annoyed, prying their hands apart. He slipped his hand around Harry's throat, readjusting himself, and bucked himself hard against his arse. "Dra-co!" Harry cried out, and Draco looked down at him, watching as tears spilled over the rim of his eyes, his face flushed as he felt Draco taking him to a whole other world, the head of his cock brushed over his sensitive prostate and suddenly Harry felt he couldn't even think straight. Draco's hand tightened around his throat, his everwatchful eyes on Harry who pressed one of his feet into his calf, lifting his hips slightly when he felt Draco quicken the pace. His fingers tightened around Harry's throat, who groaned out a curse when Draco hit that spot again, "I can't," he begged the man, his eyes closed as he threw himself back into the bed, "Draco I can't." He pleaded, and Draco had half the mind to stop, but he wouldn't. He couldn't. Not now.
Those steel gray eyes focused as Harry's arse clenched around him, pulling him in deep, and he stuttered forward unexpectedly, "fuck, Potter." He fought back the moan, as he came hard inside of Harry's arse, the man beneath him having a dry orgasm and he gasped out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, when Draco's hand slipped from his throat he moved halfway up as he pushed at Draco's hip. He took half a shuffle back, and fell from Harry, only to be practically tackled into the bed by him.
Harry pressed their lips together in a heated kiss, tears streaming down his cheeks, their bodies sliding together. "Potter," Draco rolled his head to the side, when Harry finally released him.
"I'm so sorry, Draco," Harry whispered, pressing kiss after kiss to the blonde, "fuck, I am so stupid. I am so sorry."
"Stop," Draco brushed a hand through the messy hair, and pressed a kiss to his forehead. "Calm down."
"Draco, I love you."
"I know you do," Draco promised, and gave Harry's shoulders a squeeze. He grabbed his wand, giving Harry a quick clean, before pulling the blankets around them. Harry nuzzled against Draco, his arm around his waist.
"Don't ever leave again," Harry whispered as he held the man, "it hurt too much."
Draco didn't answer, he just brushed his hand through his hair slowly, softly. He wasn't sure how long they laid there before he finally forced himself out from under Harry, who spent and exhausted, just cuddled into the blankets.
He pulled his clothing on, and looked down at Harry as he slept. Draco reached out and brushed his hand through his hair, before he took his glasses off and sat them on the bedside table. Then he fished his wand from the blankets, and slipped it into the pocket of his trousers.
He looked at the black box, that at some point had fallen off the bed. He bent down to grab it, before he stopped himself and stood up. He couldn't take those, not now. Not after all of that. Not after all this.
Draco turned and walked out of the bedroom, down the hallway, and through the front door. He didn't bother with the boxes, they just sat there untouched from the past however long. He picked up his suitcase and turned and walked down the alleyway to apparate. He had a quick stop to make, before he could disappear. For good.
Harry Potter would never hurt him again.