Harry Potter and The Dragon’s Treasure (BP6)

Title: Harry Potter and The Dragon’s Treasure (Book 6 in The Bound Prince Series.)
Authors: slashpervert and sayingsorry_hh.
Betas: asm614 and brknhalo241.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: ADULT
Genre: Romance, Drama, Angst, Smut
Pairing: Draco/Harry. Other: Dubious consent with Draco and another male character.
Book Length: 125,000 Words (41 Chapters)
Warnings: Language, M/M Explicit Sex, Anal, Oral, Rimming, Bondage, Dom/Sub, SM, Dubious Consent, Monogamy, Jealousy, Mpreg, Humiliation, Exhibitionism, Pain, Violence, Blood.
Summary: Harry and Draco survived the war and defeated Voldemort. Now, they are married, have a child and should be leading a happy life. Yet, issues from the past create unexpected pitfalls to building their new life in this time of peace.
Notes: AU from Chapter 24 of HPB. BP books 1-5 written before the release of DH. This is book six, immediately following Harry Potter and The Serpent King. The beginning of the story, book one, is Harry Potter and The Bound Prince.
Disclaimer: This is a non-commercial work of fan fiction intended for adult audiences only. No copyright infringement intended.

Chapter Number/Total: 1/41
Chapter Title: Beyond Destiny
Words: 2668 Words



Harry felt very, very, very ... happy. Truly happy. Carefree. It wasn't like anything he had ever felt before in his life. Not even as a child had he felt carefree. He was married, and a father, and a best friend, and a member of a family, and he was absolutely delighted that those were the only things important anymore.

He smiled widely as he made his way through the villa after dropping Valen off with Ron and Hermione. He'd had a very nice birthday with his husband, son, and friends. And Draco had wonderfully given him the the latest Firebolt model as a gift, with a note reminding him of their one-on-one Quidditch match, of course. Yes, it was official. Harry was the luckiest man on the planet. His smile grew even wider when he opened the door to his and Draco's bedroom and stepped inside, for their rule - that birthdays were for sex - had not yet been followed, and Harry was very much looking forward to it.

Draco was in the bathroom, putting on the finishing touches. "Sit on the bed and close your eyes," he called out when he heard Harry enter.

Harry raised an eyebrow at that. He'd thought he already knew what they were going to do. He moved over to the bed and sat down, closing his eyes like he'd been told and smiled again, though it was really more of a smirk.

Draco looked into the mirror, smirking as well at his own image. He was wearing nothing but his silver arm, a black thong and black eyeliner. He was very ready for his husband. He swaggered back into the room, put his hands on his hips, and tried not to smile. "Happy Birthday," he said.

Harry's smirk widened into a grin. "Can I open my eyes?" he asked.

"Yes, look at me," Draco whispered, hardening already at the idea.

Harry did open his eyes then, and his mouth dropped open. He didn't even breathe. He didn't think he would've been able to if he had tried. He was completely speechless, and Draco looked completely gorgeous. Unbelievably, entirely, insanely gorgeous.

Draco grinned in spite of trying to stay serious-looking. Harry's expression was priceless and usually meant he would be sore by morning.

Harry swallowed, taking in the sight before him. He flushed with pleasure. He couldn't believe Draco was wearing eyeliner, but he was, and Harry's cock was hardening quickly. He swallowed again. "You look," he said, letting out a shaky breath, "so fucking hot."

Draco arched an eyebrow, a smug smile upon his face. "And all yours," he purred.

Harry licked his lips, hands itching to reach for Draco so that he could devour him. "How about you come over here then?" he said.

Draco made sure to roll his hips, making his cock move in the thong as he sauntered toward his husband.

Harry nearly groaned from the way Draco moved. His eyelids fluttered as he blinked and his cock gave a powerful twitch in his trousers. He reached for Draco's arms, pulling him down.

Draco smirked, letting Harry take him where he would.

Harry gripped Draco's sides and pulled him into his lap, and then leaned up to kiss him. He left his eyes open, wanting to see every inch of Draco, and especially unable to stop looking at the black rimming his eyes.

Draco's eyes were sparkling. He was delighted with the way his lover looked at him. He kept his gaze focused on bright green as he opened his mouth to Harry.

Harry did groan then, running his tongue along Draco's lips before he slipped it inside. He slid his hands around to Draco's back and then down, fingering along the top of the thong.

"Mmm," Draco hummed, fingers sliding over Harry's shoulders.

"Does the birthday wish from last night still stand?" Harry asked with a smirk as he kissed and licked along Draco's jaw.

"Whatever you want," Draco gasped as he arched his neck for Harry.

Harry gripped Draco's sides again and then turned so he could push him onto his back. "Mmm, tell me what I'm going to do to you," he said, lowering his mouth to Draco's collarbone. "Please," he added, so that it wouldn't be an order.

Draco shivered, remembering his husband's wish. "You want me on my knees, while you lick and kiss me everywhere," he whispered. "Then you are going to tie me spread open and fuck me. Then, come in my mouth." Draco blushed furiously when he said the last part.

Harry smiled wickedly, sucking on Draco's skin before he rose up. "That's right," he said huskily, licking along his neck. "So, on hands and knees then."

Draco trembled, loving the feel of it when the compulsion hit and moved his body to comply.

Harry backed away from Draco when the man started to turn, and then flicked his fingers to get his own clothes off. He moaned quietly at the sight of Draco's arse, only that thin, tiny piece of fabric between it and Harry. "God, Draco, I'm fucking salivating," he told him, reaching for one of those lovely mounds of smooth flesh.

Draco's cock gave a powerful twitch at the words and the touch. "Yesss," he hissed, dropping his head, long blond hair falling around his face.

Harry kneaded Draco's arse and reached below with his other hand, cupping his balls through the fabric and feeling how hard he was.

Draco moaned, spreading his legs further apart. Harry's hand so close to his cock, stroking the sensitive flesh of his balls -- was torture. But the kind he liked.

"So hard," Harry whispered, leaning down to kiss the little indentations in the small of Draco's back.

"For you, always for you," Draco whispered.

Harry groaned, making his way down with his tongue. He ran his hands down Draco's thighs and then back up on the inside of them, rubbing and stroking.

"I love your tongue," Draco whispered, trembling where he knelt.

Harry smiled slowly, licking along the line of the thong. "My tongue loves your arse," he replied, reaching for the thong with his fingers and pulling on it.

"Oh, yes, yes," Draco panted in anticipation. Harry didn't do this often, and Draco loved it when he did.

Harry drew the small piece of fabric aside, Draco's enthusiasm turning him on greatly. Then he moved forward, breathing hotly on the tight ring of muscle before slowly circling it with a gentle touch of his tongue. "Like this, my love?" he asked.

Draco groaned loudly, his entire body shivering at the touch of Harry's tongue. "Fuck, yes!" he gasped.

Harry gasped too at Draco's words and pressed his tongue more firmly against him, spreading him with his hands.

Draco pressed his face into the bed and his arse back against his lover. He could feel that soft wetness caressing his sensitive hole and he felt like he could melt.

Harry hummed quietly, squeezing Draco's arse as he sucked on the skin around his opening. "Is this good?" he asked quietly, tongue stroking more firmly. "Mmm, Draco, you're like a sweet."

Draco moaned, nearly incoherent with pleasure. "Please, yes," he answered.

Harry gently probed the hole, eyes closed as he focused on Draco's noises and the quivering beneath his tongue. He smiled. Merlin, there was nothing else like this.

Draco's fingers were clutching the bed-covers and, by this point, he had even curled his toes. His cock twitch within the confines of the thong with each thrust of Harry's tongue.

Harry licked and sucked for as long as he could while his own cock throbbed and leaked. He never wanted to stop. Draco was so open and relaxed that Harry could've probably slid into him without any lube at all. He kissed Draco's entrance, pushing his tongue past the muscle again and groaning from deep in his chest.

"Oh, Gods, Harry," Draco moaned again, feeling both excited and relaxed in a combination that seemed to suspend time while he waited for the next thrust or caress.

Harry continued to thrust his tongue into his husband, fucking him with it as he spread him even wider. He knew that if he kept it up long enough, he would be able to come without even going anywhere near his own cock, but he knew exactly where he wanted to come that night. He fucked and sucked Draco's hole for several more minutes, until he felt like he was going to explode if he didn't stop. Panting, he rose up, laying a kiss to Draco's lower back again. "I'm going to tie you up now," he whispered, his lips swollen.

A shiver moved down Draco's spine at those words and he nearly came at the idea. "Yes, yours," he managed to rasp.

"On your back," Harry said next. "I want to see your face."

Draco let go of the duvet and rolled onto his back, spreading his arms and legs and looking up with desire-glazed, dark-ringed eyes at his husband.

Harry would've sworn he almost came just from that. He held in his groan and conjured silken ties for his husband's arms, unable to tear his eyes away from Draco's as he reached and began to wrap one around his wrist.

Draco watched, panting as his husband tied him to their bed. The fabric of the thong barely contained his arousal now and it was tight, but even that added to the excitement.

Harry thought about tying Draco's legs as well, but left them in the end, knowing he could command their position if he needed to. He wanted to bend Draco as far as he could, wanted his legs spread wide in the air, wanted his knees next to his ears. Harry let out a strangled moan at the thought, running his hands slowly up the long, pale limbs.

Draco watched the play of thoughts on his lover's face and licked his lips in anticipation. Harry's hands on his legs made him shiver again and he unconsciously thrust his hips up.

Harry pulled on the thong with just the tips of his fingers, very slowly beginning to slide it down Draco's narrow hips, watching the progress with an expression of near awe.

As Harry removed the strip of cloth, Draco continued to arch up, holding his hips aloft with the strength of his legs, pressing his feet into the bed. He watched with half-lidded eyes as Harry's expression made him feel as if he were on fire.

Harry slid the cloth down and then completely off of Draco, his heart beating quicker. He made eye-contact with him again, not even needing to say anything to let Draco know how turned on he was, and he certainly didn't need to hear how aroused Draco was. He could see it, plain as day. He moved between Draco's legs, sliding his hands up them again and then back down, lifting.

Draco was panting now, eyes on Harry. He held on to the silken ropes that bound him to the bed and waited, aching to be filled.

Harry reached down and placed the head of his cock at Draco's entrance, deciding to lube it just so they could fuck longer. He lifted Draco's legs until, indeed, his knees were by his ears. He moved with him, pressing into him as he did, his eyes still locked on Draco's own.

Draco's eyes nearly rolled back into his head then, his mouth open as he gasped. "Yes, fuck me," he encouraged.

A hint of a grin graced Harry's lips as he slowly drew back. "Can you feel it?" he whispered hotly. "Can you feel all of me inside you?"

"Yes, inside me," Draco agreed with the other man as he slid in again. "Deep inside me; part of me," he whispered.

"Part of you," Harry whispered back, lowering his face until his nose was pressed to Draco's and their lips brushed on every slow thrust inside.

Draco felt his lover’s breath on his face and the caress of his lips. Draco loved the way Harry bent, spread, and filled him as he tugged on the restraints, using them as leverage to meet those thrusts.

Harry couldn't be entirely sure, but to him, it felt like he fucked Draco for an achingly, good, long time. It was exactly what he wanted, to feel every thrust, to hear every moan, every gasp. And then he could feel the heat, rising quickly, and he stopped thrusting and held still, not wanting to come yet.

Draco lost himself in the blissful state of being fucked by the man he loved. He felt open and filled and he trembled with this arousal. He could feel Harry building to orgasm and, having forgot the plan, was surprised when he stopped. "Harry," he moaned in complaint, his cock twitching as well.

Once Harry felt he had got enough of a hold on himself, he smiled down at Draco, raising an eyebrow.

"Pleeeassse," Draco begged, so close to coming he thought he would pass out if Harry didn't bring them soon.

Harry gently pulled out of Draco with a quiet gasp, releasing his legs as well and hoping to remind Draco of what he wanted to do.

Draco shivered, remembering then that Harry was going to come in his mouth now - after fucking him. It was dirty and kinky, and very hot. Very Harry.

Harry licked his lips, moving over his husband's body so that he was on his knees right before his face. He groaned as he reached for his own cock, aiming it for Draco's mouth as he began to stroke himself, knowing it wouldn't take very long at all. He didn't know if he could've thought of anything hotter as he watched Draco's face, eyes lingering on the eyeliner again before his gaze moved to those parted lips.

Draco licked his lips and then stretched out his tongue, wanting to taste his husband. He could feel Harry's magic crawling over his body now and knew he would come when his lover did.

Harry moaned as Draco moved his tongue out. "Fuck," he whimpered, fighting to keep his eyes open as he twitched and began to come.

His husband's hot seed coated Draco's tongue, lips, dripping into his mouth and smearing on his cheeks. He arched his own hips and came too, coating his own belly and shooting hard enough that some of it hit Harry's backside.

Harry moaned throughout the entire orgasm, watching Draco and then moaning even louder when he felt Draco's seed on him. He positively trembled with pleasure and had to grip the headboard to keep from toppling over.

Draco pulled on the ropes again, wanting to touch his lover. He swallowed and licked his lips, grinning up at him.

Harry grinned too as he panted. He flicked his fingers, releasing the bindings with his magic rather than reaching to untie them.

Draco chuckled, scrunching up his nose where he could feel Harry's come had even stuck there.

Harry slid back until he could lie between Draco's legs and was level with his face. He licked at his nose. "Nose fetish," he whispered, still grinning as he then proceeded to lick other parts of Draco's face, for which he didn't have an excuse.

Draco smirked and scrunched his nose a little as Harry licked him. He slid his hands up Harry’s arms, over his shoulders and then down his sides, delighting in the touch.

Harry smiled. "I'm supposed to be a lion, remember?" he asked, laying little kisses along Draco's lips.

"Yes, my lion," Draco answered, voice smug and possessive as he said it. He stroked and caressed Harry's sides and chest. "Eighteen now," he added.

"Yes," Harry agreed. "Maybe now we can go get a car to fuck in." He laughed delightedly, even though he knew he could have bought a car and got a license a few years ago.

Draco frowned and rolled his eyes. "Anywhere you want me," he sighed.

"Well, that's everywhere," Harry replied.

"Good," Draco said. "Make a list."

"I don't think there's enough parchment in the world, love," Harry said, eyes sparkling with amusement.