Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge

**Throttle the ignition

Would I die for you?

Well here\'s your answer in spades**





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Harry returned his lips to Draco’s neck, and Draco quivered under his touch. Harry’s fingers were simultaneously all over Draco’s skin, and undoing the fastenings separating the two of them from each-other. Harry was too wrapped up in the sensation of Draco to really pay attention to what exactly he was doing, nor to the fact of where he was doing it. Draco was too grateful and apprehensive to do anything, let alone suggest moving things somewhere more private. The last time he brought Harry to reality while they were entangled together, Harry had reacted rather badly.





Harry had to look down in order to figure out the fastenings on Draco’s pants, his fingers were so unsteady with need, but as soon as he managed to get them out of the way he affixed his attentions back to kissing the life out of his now-lover; grabbing the back of his head with one hand and pulling violently forward in order to crush their lips together. Draco couldn’t keep up and he was getting dizzy, but he wanted so much for this to just keep going. Harry had a little more luck with his own pants, and was able to do it one-handed while Draco held onto Harry’s face as gently but as tightly as possible. When he heard the clink, implying Harry’s belt was out of the way, he whimpered, knowing it was coming, and shook with want. He needed this now so badly, and he didn’t care that they were in a dirty alleyway, and he didn’t care that Harry would probably freak out afterward, and he didn’t care that Harry didn’t know what he was doing and was probably going to hurt him again… all he cared about was the fact that Harry was fixed only on him right now.





But something seemed wrong. Suddenly Harry wasn’t moving any more, and Draco stiffened.





“Shit…”





“Oh, Merlin, no, please…”





“Draco I don’t… have…”





Draco was so certain that meant this was it and that he wasn’t going to get it after-all, but when he finally managed to drag his tear stained eyes to Harry’s anxious ones, braced for the final rejection, he saw that Harry wasn’t moving away or doing anything about his state of undress.





“Harry?” It came out as barely a breath; it was all he could manage.





“Um… Draco, I don’t have… any…”





The blush staining his cheeks, so stark it spread down his neck, was enough to tell Draco that in the two years since they’d last seen each-other, Harry had been doing some research.





Draco shuddered a relieved sigh, silently thanking the gods he now knew must exist. He reached down and took Harry’s left hand, never breaking eye contact. He lifted the first two fingers to his mouth, and took them in suggestively and more than a little seductively. Securely coating them with as much saliva as possible, he flicked his tongue over the tips and moved his lips up and down, implying worlds.

Harry’s breath doubled its pace, and a strangled moan escaped his throat. He could feel the tingle shocking his insides and knew there was no way he was lasting with this treatment. If Draco was fine with it, then so was he.

Harry grabbed the hair on the back of Draco’s head, roughly pulling it back. A brief moment of an intense stare, making Draco weak in the knees, was followed by the deepest, most meaningful kiss he had felt yet. Draco melted against the man holding him, and delighted in the feel of the bricks scraping against his back as he was shoved against the wall again. Even the thwack of his head against the wall didn’t faze him.





Both seemed happy to be lost in the kiss, but both moved against each other in just the right way that finally their erections brushed each-other, and they broke apart with a shock, as if forgetting what the point of this little exercise was. Finally reminded, Harry gave a final nip to Draco’s lower lip before turning him around to face the wall. The position was unfamiliar to Draco, and he wasn’t sure what he should be expecting, when he felt fingers closing around his erection. The tight embrace started at the head, and moved agonizingly slowly, towards the base and then back the way it came. Draco instantly bucked and threw a hand against the wall, whether to hold him up or just to offer a new sensation to distract his nervous system. His other hand reached to cover the fingers that were moving tantalizingly back down and up his length. Draco’s toes curled, and he whined deep in his throat, earning a kiss and a lick to the shell of his ear. Draco dropped his head backwards to rest on the shoulder behind him, and was almost surprised when he felt a few fingers testing his backside.





Trying a deep breath through his hyperventilation, he widened his stance, his legs feeling like not much more than a pile of jelly. Every nerve was on fire, and the pull of the fist over the head of his cock tunneled him back to pleasure with every pass. When a cool slick finger strained to push through the tight ring of muscle and made its way into the sensitive walls inside him, he thought he would die. His whole body twitched with each probe, and he was so close he could see stars.





“Ha-Harry…”





With each breath a moaning gasp followed, and he was getting so loud Harry only just managed a clumsy wandless silencing charm, made all the easier for the intense emotions flooding him at the moment. Draco, as if receiving a cue, cried out from a particularly well-aimed brush against the nerves inside.





“No… please… not yet…” the panted, whimpered, words almost missed Harry’s ears, but at just the right moment, as his fingers brushed again (this time, on purpose), he stopped the stroking at the base of Draco’s shaft and reached down, deftly cupping the spot that would halt Draco’s ejaculation, not a moment too soon.





Draco spasmed and bucked, shuddering and crying out quite incoherently. He was half torn between cursing Harry for halting, and lessening the orgasm, and worshipping him as a god for not letting their act be cut short. When he finally managed to quit trembling, his cock twitching and aching to be touched, Harry resumed his ministrations inside him and moved his lips to kiss his neck. Draco gave a throaty moan, his body sensitive and not quite able to handle the renewed attentions, but he wasn’t going to complain. He knew this was the last moment they were going to exchange, and wanted to get everything he could out of the situation. He panted, mouth becoming dry, and rolled his head to the side, offering more access, and received another brush on that magic spot deep inside for his troubles.





“more…”





The pleading whimper teased Harry’s nerves, and if he hadn’t already come yet he was certainly going to. As much as Harry wanted to draw the experience out, he needed Draco’s ass now, and he wasn’t able to hold back any longer. He twisted Draco’s head around to kiss him intensely, yet again taking his breath away, and pushed his chest forward while holding his hips back, retaining a slight bend to his waist.





Draco placed both hands on the wall, to better hold himself in place, and he felt Harry’s arm snake around his waist and a blunt protrusion clumsily forcing its way into his backside. He reached around behind himself to spread his cheeks apart, and help any way he could. He felt the rock-hard length entering and stretching and filling, and as much as it hurt it felt fucking good. Harry evidently was too far gone to continue his careful probing, and he moved quickly with apparent need; in and out, in and out… Draco let out a shuddering breath, quivering with the onslaught of sensations. He placed an arm on the wall and rested his head against it, reaching down to his own erection, squeezing but not stroking yet. He babbled incessantly, but it only seemed to encourage the man pounding into him with abandon.





“Merlin, Harry… please… fuck, right there! Oh Merlin, do it again…”





As Harry directed each thrust with purpose, and hit Draco’s prostate each time, he was rewarded with a chant, almost a mantra, a prayer, a constant stream of “more”s… He gripped Draco’s hips, thrusting harder and harder, becoming more and more erratic and less disciplined. Draco’s hand slipped into a jerked sort of stroking motion: pulling to the head and squeezing, repeating at intervals. They both tried their hardest to stave off their orgasms, but when Draco’s chant changed from “more” to “oh Merlin”, they were both in too far to get out, and without so much as a final stroke, Draco painted the wall with the evidence of his second orgasm. At the same time he felt Harry’s heat staining his insides. Harry twitched, deepening his seat inside Draco and never wanting the tightness and heat to fade, but knowing he’d have to remove himself at some point. Finally, both stopped their spasms and heaved shaky breaths. Harry pulled out slowly, gently, unwillingly, whimpering at the loss of such a beautiful feeling, and started as he heard a soft sniffling.





“Draco? Are you alright??”





The panicked tone was not lost on the other’s ears.





“I didn’t… I didn’t… hurt you…?”





The almost-question seemed to redouble the tears, as much as Draco tried to stave them off; he just couldn’t hold them back. Harry reached down to right first Draco’s state of dress, and then his own. He turned the quivering mass close to him, placing soft kisses everywhere he could reach: his eyes, forehead, nose, lips… all the while ignoring the tears and slight sniffling interrupting the attentions. Draco threw his arms tightly around Harry’s neck, desperately returning the kisses, as deeply as he could. He didn’t actually understand the mass of emotions swirling through him. He wasn’t sad. He wasn’t hurt (sure he’d be sore LATER, but that was willingly embraced). He was almost confused, and intensely relieved, and grateful, and so much more than he could find a name for, that all he could do was break down and sob. It didn’t seem to scare Harry though, and this just served to confuse the poor boy further.



“Shh, it’s okay. Don’t worry about anything. You’ve got me, right here. I’m not going anywhere. You’re safe. No one can hurt you.”





Draco seemed to quiet down, reduced to simple stabs of sniffling. The sobs subsided, and the tears quieted to a halt. He was grateful to Harry for holding him through the break-down, but he didn’t actually believe any of it. It was just reassuring, and felt nice to hear it.





“Except you.”





“What?”





“You could hurt me.”



Draco raised soft, glassy, doe-eyes to the man who would be his lover. Harry just stared back, not entirely sure what it was he meant.





“But…”





“Harry, do you know how much I love you? You’re all I care about. I don’t even want to live if I can’t have you in my life. These casual, risky fucks are nice, and get me by, but at some point it’s going to kill me. I feel like breaking every time I think about you slamming that door in my face. Whenever I come to the end of a fantasy like this, and realize I have to go back to living my life, that none of it means anything to you, a part of me dies.”





“Draco-“





“Soon there won’t be anything left.”





Draco’s voice drifted off to a whisper, as if he were talking only to himself. Harry was astonished to realize how deeply the Slytherin Prince’s feelings ran. The tears brimming at his eyelashes were enough to break Harry’s heart. He reached a finger out to catch them, to wipe them away, but Draco pulled back, and turned his head, closing his eyes.





“Don’t. Please. Don’t pretend to care just to save my feelings. It’ll only make it that much worse when you leave. Just… Go…”





Harry swallowed the lump that was rising in his throat. He was so afraid of what was going to happen next. He didn’t want to think about the repercussions of his actions, he just wanted to do something that made him happy. He knew it would cause a lot of trouble, and he’d end up having to clean up a huge mess later, but right then, staring at Draco trying desperately to hold in his tears, he did the only thing he could. He grabbed Draco’s arm, sufficiently holding him back from walking away, and forced him to meet his eyes. Draco stared back, fear evident, disbelief following closely behind.





“Draco, I don’t want to go.”





Draco’s breath caught in his throat. He felt like choking, but he didn’t want to ruin the moment or scare Harry. He didn’t think he’d actually heard correctly, anyway.





“Harry-“





“Draco… I. Don’t. Want. To go.”





Draco searched Harry’s face for any hint that he was just playing a game, or not in his right mind, or anything. Anything that would explain away his behaviour…





“But what about…”





“I don’t care.”



Harry smiled tenderly at him, and kissed him again. Nothing rough, or violent, or even need-filled; just a gentle expression of an emotion they both seemed to share. Draco wanted so badly for it to be the truth that he ignored logic and the nagging voice of doubt in the back of his mind. When they broke apart, he searched a final time in Harry’s eyes for something hidden. All he saw was a little fear, but such love… he knew it had to be true.





“Really?”





Harry nodded, smiling softly.





“Yes, really.”





He kept his hold on Draco’s elbow and turned to his left, disapparating them to Draco’s personal flat. When they landed, both feeling a little dizzy, Harry scooped Draco into his arms, pressing his body warmly against him and planting such a strong kiss that Draco thought he would cry again. Harry directed them through the living room, not breaking contact, and down the hallway to a door he somehow knew had to be what he was looking for. He didn’t tear at Draco’s clothes needily, and he didn’t slam him into a wall, and he wasn’t rough. He was gentle, and strong, and in control. He pushed Draco softly over the threshold of his bedroom, catching the tears that rimmed his eyelashes, and laid him lightly on his bed. The entire time, Draco wasn’t sure he wanted to believe what was happening, but now that he was where he had wanted to be the entire time, he was hesitant. He knew that if they did this now, and Harry decided he didn’t want him after all, he KNEW he would end. He would break into a million pieces, and everything would have been a waste, and he would know nothing but pain for as long as he managed to live.





“Harry-“





“Shhh. I meant what I said, Draco. I don’t understand it, and if I think about it too much, I’m sure I won’t be able to handle it, but I love you. Ever since the beginning, I think. I just never understood any of it. I don’t know what I want to do about it, but I do know I want to make you happy. You make me happy.





“But what about…”





He was afraid of breaking this dream by mentioning the woman Harry was practically married to, but he wasn’t going to go through with this if it turned out to be an issue. He couldn’t put himself through that.





“Ginny? I told you, I don’t care. She can’t say anything to me right now to make me change my mind. Whatever it is that I’m feeling, it’s holding me to you. Just forget about her. Just forget about everything. Right now, it’s just me, and you. You have me.”





Draco couldn’t speak for the lump in his throat. It was so tight it hurt, and the constant presence of tears blurring his vision grew a little wetter. He sent a silent thank you to Harry, or the gods, or his parents, or whoever had finally given him what he wanted, and accepted the gentle ministrations the object of his obsession was pouring over him. The only thing going through his mind was that Harry was his, and he didn’t have to worry about the Weaslette any more.





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**The angels just cut out her tongue

Call her black mariah

Would I lie to you?

That girl\'s not right in the brain**