Sunshine Should Be Illegal

Blah blah blah, not for profit, own nothing, blah blah blah. It\'s SLASH people alright? Two men doing naughty naughty things. Now if only we could actually watch... hehehe. I\'ve been sick and needed something to cheer me up so here we go. Reviews are much appreciated, and if it\'s wanted I can extend this fic into a series. I\'m sorry if I sound alittle obsessed with coffee too, I can\'t help it but I love the stuff.

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Harry opened his eyes and groaned as the curtains shifted to let in bright early afternoon sunshine. Merlin’s big toe, what a night. Or at least, it must have been judging by the pounding in his head and the fact that he appeared to be sleeping naked on the floor. The mess of the covers meant he had spent at least some of the morning’s sleep in the bed… perhaps it was the fall that had woke him. Or maybe it was just because he really needed to use the bathroom. Practically crawling to the window he closed the curtains tightly and made his slow way to the loo.

Feeling slightly better he wandered towards the kitchen, squinting blearily every time he came near an uncovered window. Putting the kettle on he started the preparations for coffee. He had gone to Italy for a year shortly after finishing school and fallen in love with the aromatic beverage, though this morning he was more in search of its caffeine content. The fridge turned up some still-fresh milk which he put on the stove to heat slowly, and most of a bottle of green Gatorade which he immediately began to drink. He had given up on hangover potions long ago, finding that the sports drink gave much the same results as well as being cheaper, easier to come by and tasting a great deal better. Putting the last bit back in the fridge for later he added it to his shopping list and turned back to his coffee. Of course, he could have made it a lot faster magically, but it had become a morning ritual. Besides, he didn’t like to chance using magic when he was still mostly asleep or possibly still drunk, depending on the day. And there was also the odd occasion of a muggle houseguest so he avoided using magic until he had wits enough to remember whether or not he should be discrete. He sat down at the table and meditated over his coffee, trying to remember if he had to do anything that day.

‘Hope you’ve got enough of that for me too luv’ came a silky drawl from the doorway.

Harry bolted upright, startled from his reverie.
‘Of course, how much milk do you like?’ he grabbed a clean mug and turned to meet the amused gray eyes of a familiar blond. The cup shattered on the floor with a clash.

“Dra… Malfoy?’ both stood frozen in shock, staring at the other, until Harry realised he hadn’t bothered to dress when he’d woken and quickly grabbed a tea towel for his lap, bending to gather the broken pieces of ceramic to hide his embarrassment and confusion.

Draco leaned against the doorframe to give his legs a little extra support and barked a short, harsh burst of laughter.

‘Well, this is certainly unexpected. But about that coffee… ’ he raised a pale eyebrow at the red-faced Harry who was attempting to hide on the other side of the table.
‘I like it about half and half, no sugar’ he called sunnily as the dark-haired man rushed past him back to the bedroom.

‘Uhh, just give me a sec…’ Harry blushed even harder and grabbed the closest thing to hand, on old knee-length tunic from his quidditch days that was now used as a nightshirt. Going the long way around so he could enter the kitchen though the door NOT containing the living replica of a Roman god he sidled over to the stove and made a coffee for Draco and a second cup for himself. This time however he sped things up with his wand, keeping the corner of his eye on the other man, just in case. He put Draco’s cup on the table and leaned back against the bench as he blew steam from his own.

Draco stepped forward, suddenly slightly hesitant. He had just remembered in the astonishment of it all that when he had crawled out of the pile of quilts less then 10 minutes ago he had been unable to find his own clothing in the clutter of the strange bedroom, and so, being quite out of sorts and fuzzy at the time, he had put on the first thing to hand. Which meant he was now dressed in a red satin shorty robe that had been over the bed head, which now that he looked, was quite obviously feminine and slightly transparent. Swallowing down his discomfort he sat down and eagerly sipped at the elixir in front of him.

‘Well...’ he paused, unsure how to go on. ‘Stop looking at me like that Potter, I have no doubt this is as much your fault as mine. I’m not sure exactly what happened last night, neither before and definitely not after we got back here, but it must’ve been a bloody good time’ he chuckled to himself, then laughed outright at Harry’s surprised face.

‘Loosen up Potter, I’m not gonna try anything. Unless of course you want me to’ he leered suggestively then laughed again.

‘You’re too easy, ya know that? But seriously, I promise to behave. If nothing else, you have to admit that being a Pureblood means I have the manners.’ Harry snorted derisively. ‘When it counts anyway. Besides, if you do me one little favour, I’d certainly be gentleman enough to be polite to you.’

Harry raised a questioning eyebrow at the being who appeared to be made from moonlight in the dimness of his kitchen, sitting at his table in his small house on the Scottish moors. Even wearing that ridiculous robe with bed-hair and morning-after dark circles he looked elegant. And sexy. Damn it, he should have put on some underwear. Those old Y-fronts he never wore because they were too tight and pinched would be perfect right around now. The tunic was overly loose so it wouldn’t hide much unless he was very careful, it certainly wouldn’t hinder anything. [Think about Quidditch] he admonished himself. [NO! Don’t think about Malfoy playing, think about… cold showers, yes, cold showers are good]

‘And what little favour could that possibly be?’ he asked, trying his best to sound nonchalant.

Draco cleared his throat ‘You know how I said last night must have been bloody good?’ he slowly brought out his left hand from where he had been keeping it hidden under the table. Around his wrist was one bracelet of a pair of handcuffs, the other sitting in his palm. He tilted his arm so that it swung free from his wrist on the chain.

‘If you could find the key for these I’d be much obliged. Lucky for me you must have been shit-faced enough that you did a half-arsed job on attaching me to the bed frame or I’d still be stuck there. But at least they’re padded’ he laughed ‘that’s certainly appreciated.’

Harry bit his lip as eyes flicked from the furry leopard-skin covered cuffs to Draco’s face and back several times, who stared back at him curiously. Finally the dark-haired man laughed. And laughed and laughed until the other man couldn’t resist joining him. The kitchen echoed with their combined hilarity, fading away to leave them grinning at one another across the kitchen table. Harry quickly stood up and set to washing out the now empty mugs to distract himself from the way Draco’s smile turned his eyes to quicksilver.

‘Sure, I think I know where it is… umm, can I get you any breakfast or anything?’

‘Not now thanks, coffee is enough for the moment’

Draco smirked as Potter scrubbed at some spilt milk on the stove. He watched as the old navy tunic stretched across broad shoulders to outline some of the well-defined muscles in Harry’s upper back, riding up occasionally to show corded thighs that matched the sinewy arms shown off by the short sleeves.

[He may not play professionally anymore, but you wouldn’t know it from the look of him] Draco chewed his bottom lip unconsciously. A hand suddenly descended on his shoulder and he acted reflexively, grabbing it and spinning it’s owner around to slam them against the tabletop. Or at least that was the intention, but somehow Draco ended up with his back against the wooden surface instead, staring up into Harry’s laughing green eyes.

‘Shit, sorry’ Draco mumbled when Harry held up a key chain.

Harry laughed. ‘I dunno Malfoy, you are still a guest in my home, and you promised to behave…. Maybe I should see if I could do a better job handcuffing you this time’ he held the key playfully out of reach.

Draco glared at him then grinned. ‘Like to see you try Potter. And make this one memorable too while you’re at it’ he winked and snickered when Harry’s cheeks went pink.

‘Though I’m not sure why I ended up with these’ he held up the arm in question as he continued ‘’cause I dunno about you but though I may be sticky and gritty this… afternoon… I certainly don’t feel like it’s shag-related, if you get what I’m saying.’

As Draco spoke, Harry let him up and unlocked the cuffs then stood there holding them, shuffling his feet.

‘Uuhh, yeah, we must’ve fallen asleep…’ he trailed off at Draco’s look.

‘Oh really Potter? I have a feeling it’s more then that, ‘cause even when I’m off my face, I don’t go in for trust games with one night stands.’ He sneered cruelly.

Harry went red. He spun on his heel and marched out of the room. Draco followed him to the bedroom where he saw him putting the cuffs and keys back into the drawer in bedside table. When he turned to leave, Draco tripped him and pushed him down onto the bed.

‘Damn it Malfoy, what? I’d really like a shower if you don’t mind. Feel free to leave anytime you know. Portkey to London is in the red letterbox outside the front door, the one to Hogsmede is in the hanging planter basket out the back. You won’t be able to apparate anywhere on my property, which is over 30 hectares so don’t bother trying.’ Harry wrenched his shoulder from the other man’s grasp and stood up, realising he was actually 2 inches taller then the blond.

Draco shoved Harry back down on the bed and glared at him down his aristocratic nose.

‘No, not until you explain why you could have possibly come up with the idea of chaining me to your bed. I’m not going anywhere otherwise, so if you shower, I’m going to be in there with you.’ He laughed arryarry went a brilliant crimson, then raised an eyebrow as he noticed the other man’s deepened breathing and widened eyes.

‘Now now Potter, nothing I haven’t seen before after all’ he winked, licking his lips in memory of Harry’s washboard stomach from earlier, and the delicious glimpse of behind as he’d sprinted from the room in mortification.

‘Besides, I just might want to make up for what I missed out on last night. No better headache cure in the world after all’ he laughed as Harry flushed even deeper and scrambled back across the mattress, pulling the covers around himself, effectively hiding his body’s other response to Draco’s wanton suggestions.

‘Look, I can’t claim to know what went on last night either, but most likely I did it after you fell asleep so you couldn’t leave.’ He glared across the room, his hand coming up automatically to his face then pausing, obviously realising he no longer wore glasses so he didn’t need to push them back up his nose, and he’d finally got his hair under control by cutting it short, so he didn’t need to sweep bangs out of his eyes like he used to either.

‘Ha, well OBVIOUSLY Potter, the question is, why would you want to stop me leaving? Want a little payback from all those years ago at Hogwarts, or from those times I kicked your arse in quidditch when we were both playing? Certainly couldn’t have been on behalf of the Ministry, they took the bounty off my head years ago before I started playing professionally.’

Harry bit his lip and mumbled something unintelligible before making a dash for the bathroom, locking the door behind him. Draco banged on it for several minutes before giving up. He turned around and rested the back of his head on the door before realising his shirt was draped over a houseplant in the hall outside Harry’s bedroom door. He grabbed it and looked around for his trousers. He found them under the bed and slid them on with the boxers that were still inside, thankful to be able to do away with the satiny robe. It had been starting to itch along his back. He sighed happily as he withdrew his wand from its special pocket and stroked it lovingly. Then he use to to open the bathroom door.

Harry was sitting miserably in the huge old claw-footed bathtub with the shower on full blast overhead. Dimly he heard Draco stop banging on the door and presumed he had taken Harry’s advice and gone to find one of the portkeys. He slumped against the edge of the tub and closed his eyes, letting the almost scalding water run over his body.

Draco opened the door quietly when he heard the water on. The small room was already almost opaque with steam. He dropped his pants on top of the pile of navy cloth that was by the bathmat and pulled back a corner of the shower curtain to peek inside. Harry was sitting up the other end, eyes closed and curled up under the stream of water coming from the showerhead. His lightly tanned skin glistened under the droplets of water that covered it. Draco suddenly envied the way that they got to cling to his body and stroke every part of it. Without further ado he slid in, the squeak of his feet against the enamel jolting Harry alert. He took in the wiry but powerful body facing him, ivory hair and green silk boxers already plastered against him with moisture even though he hadn’t yet been under the shower jets. Harry’s eyes opened wide with fear and he scrambled in panic, trying to back up further in the tub and cover himself at the same time. Draco held out a hand reassuringly trying to calm him down and stripped off his boxers with the other.

‘Does that help?’ He threw the wet bundle of material over the curtain rail.

Harry froze, trying to look anywhere but at Draco who then leant forward and grabbed him by the back of the neck, forcing Harry to look him in the eye.

‘Look, I just want to know what this is all about. And what the hell was it you said before you ran in here like a rabbit with its tail on fire?’

Emerald eyes flickered in some internal debate and before Draco knew it, Harry was practically in his lap, wet and slippery and kissing him hard. Before he could gather his wits to react, Harry had backed away and stared at him, panting hard. Draco just sat there, stunned.

‘Like I said, I don’t know what happened last night, but I have a good idea of what I was thinking. I probably wanted to make sure that if you woke up before me, you wouldn’t be able to do a runner. Like I did. And I have no doubt that whatever I thought would happen when we both woke up, it certainly wasn’t this. Though I doubt I took into account what would happen if I was unable to remember you were here.’

Harry stared at him defiantly and ran a hand over his hair. Definitely a muggle influence there, no wizard would cut his hair shorter then his chin once he’d left school if he could help it. But Harry had had the back and sides shaved to less then an inch, picalically stubble, and not that much longer on top. His forehead was left bare, the famous scar had been covered with a fading glamour, they didn’t last more then a day at the most. But Draco had to admit that it all rather suited him. Especially as the haircut was currently paired with a night’s growth covering his chin. His own was so fair he could forget to shave for almost a week and no-one would realise unless they touched his cheek, whereas Harry’s midnight whiskers would be noticed immediately. His hand came up involuntarily to touch where the rough hair had scratched against him, his fingers brushing over his slightly bruised lips.

‘What do you mean \'like you did\'”?’ Draco demanded, trying to hide his confusion behind righteous anger and failing miserably. Harry sighed.

‘Do you remember when both our teams got knocked out of the English Cup in a sudden death semi final? I was 20 I think, so you would have been around the same, maybe 21… it was a couple of months before my birthday’ he shrugged as Draco nodded that he recalled the game.

‘Well, afterwards, it turns out both teams ended up going out on a bit of a crawl. I dunno about yours, but for mine it was a combined celebration of getting to the semi’s and a drowning of sorrows about getting knocked out. And both our teams ended up at the same club. You were pretty gone and kept trying to molest the wait staff and the rest of your team were out of it too, so I ended up volunteering to take you home as everyone else was rather, ahem, busy doing other things. You were quite happy to tell me your address as you were so pissed I don’t think you recognised me. By the time we got to your place you were quite ill so I ended up staying to make sure you were alright. Don’t give me that look, you may have been a bastard to me a school but that doesn’t mean I wanted you to choke to death in your bathroom and there wasn’t exactly anyone I could call. Anyway, after you’d slept it off for a couple of hours you woke up needing a drink, which I got for you as you were still fairly out of it. But instead of giving the glass back to me when you were done you grabbed my arm and pulled me into the bed with you and we ended up having some of the best goddamn sex I’ve ever experienced. You went right back to sleep after that and I figured you’d gotten most of the booze out of your system and seeing me next to you in the morning would be more then a rude awakening so I left. And while I know it was for the best, I’ve still regretted it for a long time. Now can I have my fucking shower?’

Draco was dumfounded, from both the story and the fact that Harry had sworn so crudely. Even with all that had happened today he hadn’t said more then damn. He remembered that night, wallowing in pity that they hadn’t won, drinking far more then he should have. He didn’t remember getting home, but now that he let himself recall that night, he had had what he’d dismissed as a rather disturbing dream about Harry Potter. His mind was reeling and he wasn’t exactly sure what was happening around him, all he knew was he wanted to hold that body in front of him, even if just for a moment. Just to see how it felt.

Harry leaned backwards as Draco prowled towards him. Blond pieces of hair escaped from the tail at the back of his neck dropped runnels down his throat and shoulders. Harry stared in open-mouthed astonishment as the other man settled on top of him under the still-flowing water and kissed him with a passion equal to the one Harry had given earlier.

A low moan escaped from Harry’s throat as wet arms slid around to stroke his back. Slowly he began to respond, running his fingers over the warm, soft body pressed against him, sliding his tongue against the other that was already exploring his mouth and deepening the kiss. Slowly they broke apart. Each reflexively tightened their arms around the other, maintaining the full body contact. Draco stared at Harry, wondering how he’d never noticed how incredibly attractive the other man was before. Flushed from the heat in the bathroom and the searing kiss, his scar stood out in white relief. But most of all Draco was drowning in his eyes. Golden fire danced over brilliant green.

Harry gazed back with a strange intensity that only heightened Draco’s sudden lust. Harry too was drowning, mesmerized by Draco’s stormy gray eyes which seemed to have lightning flickering in their depths. They swallowed his soul and made his cock twitch with desire. He realised that he could feel something pressed into his thigh that definitely wasn’t Draco’s leg. For all Draco’s teasing earlier, he actually did want him. This man whom Harry had lusted hopelessly after for years, wanted him. Warnedrned on by him. This unforeseen knowledge scorched though his body and suddenly he was on top of Draco, kissing him almost frantically and tangling his fingering in the fine blond hair as he ground his hard-on into the others hip. Draco merely pressed harder against him, welcoming the hot, slippery friction against the ache between his own legs. There were hands everywhere, Draco couldn’t do anything more then moan as nimble fingers circled his nipples, calluses rasping against the sensitive ski a m a most delicious way. Harry’s lips left his and he began to sigh in disappointment, only to have it turn to delight as teeth nipped at the smooth white column of his throat, his tongue tracing a way up to a perfect pink earlobe. Someone’s hand, by that point he wasn’t sure whose, grasped both their cocks together and began to stroke, faster and faster. It soon became too much for the both of them and they cried out their completion in almost perfect unison before collapsing together under the shower.


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Draco was roused by the cooling water splashing down on his face. A quick look around reminded him of what had happened, not that he really needed reminding. He smiled at the dark-haired siren dozing in his arms. Quickly he turned off the water and found a mostly-dry towel which he used to wipe down himself and then Harry.

‘C’mon luv, get you to bed I think. Little extra sleep won’t do either of us any harm’ he helped the other man to his feet. ‘That’s it, almost there’

Harry blinked and smiled at the angelic vision in front of him.

‘This is just another of those dreams isn’t it. You won’t be here when I wake up. You never are.’

Draco kissed Harry’s temple and gently laid him down on the bed then tucked him in, snuggling in beside him.

‘No running this time. I’ll be here whether you like it not. Promise’