Distorted Exposure

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Draco had to try very hard indeed to avoid storming off, and as it was he had a hard time keeping his composure as he turned his back. While he walked away, the sound of Potter’s laughter ringing in his ears, Draco realized just how many times he seemed to find himself in the exact same situation. This was the third time he had left in a frustrated huff in as many photo shoots and that thought was quite disconcerting.

In fact, the more he began to ponder the situation, the clearer the trend became between his encounters with Potter and the resulting outcomes. Every single time, without fail nor hesitance, Potter came out on top, at least in the fact that he was not the one to walk away. This realization bugged Draco more than he would have liked it to, for though he didn’t like the emotions that were dragged up whenever he was in the vicinity of Potter, what he disliked even more was the idea of conceding to Potter.

The only problem, now was the thought that in order to get back in control he would have to play a game that he could be certain neither Potter nor himself was willing to tolerate. The greatest conflict with his plan of action was that of late his emotions surrounding Potter and anyone in contact with Potter [basically Alex] were, much to his annoyance, less than under his control. But then again the only way to solve such a problem was the good old fashioned way: a little bit of toying with Potter.

Draco sighed, his thoughts weighing more heavily on his mind than he would have liked. If he was going to lose control even in the slightest then he would make sure it was on his own terms. And more importantly he would be certain to push Potter down so far below his own suffering that everything would balance out despite the smaller tragedies he might have to suffer.

And besides, it wasn’t as though he was completely going to miss out on enjoying Potter’s suffering. If he played his cards right the entire process would be redeemingly pleasant. Now the only problem lay in acting before Potter decided to act out in one of his oddly enraging moods and push this brilliant plan of his from sight and mind.

Deciding to change into clothes more comfortable for his venture, Draco took his time picking out an outfit that was sure to have its desired effect. Though by the time he was done, Draco was tempted to doubt his own motives. He ended up in a white, button up shirt that didn’t seem to be too intentioned on using the buttons and a pair of black slacks that clung a little too much to be subconscious.

Draco just managed to throw himself onto the bed in a relatively regal position, looking supremely unperturbed by the going ons of the world around him when the door swung open to reveal a slightly anxious looking Potter. Draco glanced over briefly, letting his gaze drift over the brunette in a casual manner.

If Potter was in the least bit taken aback by Draco’s decidedly lax behavior he didn’t show it. Instead he strode into the room as though he owned it and set about changing his clothes, his body language screaming of confidence. Understandably, Draco couldn’t help but watch as the ex-Gryffindor stripped of his clothing slowly to reveal a fair amount of tan, toned flesh beneath. In the clothing Alex and Ren set him up in Draco would have never guessed Potter of all people would be hiding such a godly body beneath.

As such, Draco wasn’t exactly complaining when Potter began to unbuckle the belt at his waist, jerking it through the loops with one swift movement. The pants instantly fell three inches so that they were barely hanging onto his hips and Draco wasn’t sure whether he wanted the material to drop already or if he would have preferred the sensuous action of Potter sliding the material from his body.

It was at that moment that Potter decided to tactfully glance over his shoulder and directly into the stunned eyes of the blond. Draco glanced away immediately, not precisely worried at being caught staring at the likes of Potter, but a little annoyed at himself for falling so easily into the trap Potter had set for him.

Still he wouldn’t be one to call himself a Malfoy if he wasn’t willing to use such situations to his advantage and so he decided now was as good a time as ever to toy around with Potter, get him a little bothered then put him in his own little secluded hell of a reality. Sliding off the bed he let his feet hit the ground with enough of a muffled thump to alert Potter of his movement.

Dragging, his feet Draco slowly led himself to the desk in the corner, walking backwards assured in the knowledge that Potter wouldn’t turn around at the risk of seeming enamoured. This of course provided Draco with quite a nice view of the delicious hunk of flesh that was Potter, and he grudgingly admitted that Potter body, deprived of any of Potter’s consciousness was worthy of a perpetual hard-on any day.

Draco stopped as the back of his thighs came up against the edge of the desk, and in a moment he hopped on, and sitting as he was, Draco reached up to grab a book, purposely knocking another off the shelf as he did. The noise, as he had intended, caused the brunette to jerk his head around and the result was him catching an eyeful of Draco midriff as his shirt rode high from his stretched out position.

Managing to keep himself from sniggering, Draco cast his eyes the way off Potter, quite amused at catching him staring much as he had been caught mere moments before. However it seemed Potter was determined to handle the situation with much more care than Draco had had the sense to because his initially hungry expression was replaced by an annoyed scowl.

“Try and keep this place in one piece won’t you?” He shot, his gaze angry.

“For you, I’ll make an effort.” Draco replied, the sarcasm so heavy in his tone that Draco could nearly taste it on his tongue. But Potter didn’t seem to in the mood to back down because he tossed the sweater he had been about to put on to the floor and strode over to where Draco was perched on the edge of the heavy wooden desk, dressed quite thinly in a red cotton shirt.

Draco waited, frozen, trying his best not to let the tension bleed through his cool, uncaring look. It was never a safe bet to be so close to the likes of Potter, and that was a lesson he had been made to face more than enough times over his years at Hogwarts, and yet it seemed that he never learned because he was yet again, pushing Potter’s buttons as if they were still adolescent ignorants.

Potter stood mere inches from him and Draco closed himself off, trying to come up with the best way in which to disconcert him while all the while his body and even a little desperate part of his mind wanted to take en entirely different approach to the proximity of Potter. Thankfully Draco didn’t have to think very hard because at that moment, Potter first grabbed the dropped book, then the one in Draco hand and lent over the desk to slip them onto the shelf.

It was a lucky day indeed for Draco because as arrogant as Potter’s actions were, they put him practically in Draco lap and that was an opportunity that was far too good to pass up. Draco pushed himself off the desk, his hips sliding forward ever so slightly. Potter seemed frozen beside him and Draco could have sworn he had heard a sharp intake of breath, either way things were starting to take a whole new direction because now Draco was standing, the edge of the desk pushed up against his thighs and Potter was less than a scant inch from being pushed up flush against the blond.

“Malfoy, what do you think you’re doing?” Potter asked, his voice decidedly calm and tight, as though he was holding back from doing something that he might later come to regret.

“Hm, let me think about that.” Draco replied, trying hard not to sound as though he was enjoying himself too much. He paused for a moment, really he shouldn’t have been having so much fun, but it was Potter, and it always seemed to him as though with Potter it was all or nothing.

“Look, Malfoy, you don’t want to play this game with me.”

Draco laughed, though internally he felt just the slightest bit unsettled. “Is that what you think?” ‘Well, at least he’s fast on the uptake,’ Draco thought wryly, contemplating his next move, as he held himself so that he was just barely avoiding touching Potter’s rigid form.

“No that’s what I’m telling you, now bugger off and leave me be will you?” Potter didn’t quite move, as though he didn’t realize that he was the one on the outside, the one not pushed up against a desk. But that much was pride, of that Draco was certain, and he was also certain that he could manage a wounded ego before the night was out if he went about it the right way.

“Threatened, Potter?” Draco drawled, his voice soft as he let it whisper past Potter’s ear. Then abruptly Draco changed his tone, turning it spiteful and full of disgust, “Or maybe you’re just enjoying this far too much for comfort.”

Draco was fairly certain that his bluffing prod would go untouched, to refute it afterall would be considered denial, but apparently Potter followed an entirely different line of logic.

“Oh yes Malfoy,” He moaned huskily, nearly causing Draco’s heart to lodge permanently in his throat from the electric shock that ran through him at those words. “I want to bend you over and fuck you so hard over that desk that I just can’t contain myself.”

Draco gulped, and realized for the first time that it was him in a rather unfavourable position, only made worse by the cruel smirk Potter was wearing. “Classic,” he murmured before turning heel and striding away.

Fury raged up within Draco in an instant and he barely agonized over his own weakness before he kicked himself into what he hoped would be a more successful course of action: goading.

“Oh and you think you could top me?” Potter paused in his tracks and Draco saw him clench and unclench his hands at his sides, as though he was itching to take a swing at the blond. “The way I see it Potter, you’ve always been the type to work under people, if you catch my drift.”

“Well I don’t suppose there’s much to say to convince otherwise now is there?” Potter asked, turned to face Draco once again, his hands at his sides, and his shoulders hunched just a little. His voice was reasonably nonchalant and it left Draco wishing that he could simply abandon this war of words and launch himself at the brunette.

Potter’s emerald eyes leveled on him and Draco smirked, not sure of how exactly he had managed to grab the brunette’s attention back again but willing to make good use of it. Stretching languidly, Draco sauntered past Potter, not bothering to acknowledge his previous, uncharacteristically calm comment as he did so.

Perhaps he should have been taking Potter’s odd behavior more seriously but as it was Draco was certain that Potter himself was already up to something and the only thing that mattered was that he got his own plans out before Potter had a chance to implement his.

Draco could feel Potter’s intense gaze as it trailed him across the room, coming to a halt along with him, to one side of the fireplace, near the wall behind it. Draco turned his head slowly and caused several strands of hair blow across his eyes as he finally addressed Potter’s comment.

“Not even in your wildest dreams could you ever stand a chance of fucking me.” Draco said in a relatively sexy drawl. His voice was low and Draco doubted it carried across the room but the tone itself was enough to cause Harry to gently wet his lips.

Apparently though Potter had better hearing than Draco had anticipated because his answer was quick and brutal, nothing like the hungry manner in which he was slowly devouring Draco’s image with his eyes.

“Don’t flatter yourself Malfoy, you’re not nearly enough to warrant a wet dream.”

“I can say with good faith that the general population would disagree.” Malfoy snapped snidely, and yet he didn’t fail to notice the way in which Potter watched him. He felt a thrill as Potter strode up to him, looking as though he would rather have been doing anything else. Potter was a mere foot away, an oddly thoughtful expression masking his face when Draco decided t go in for the kill. “But then again, you not just anyone are you Potter? No, you the bloody boy who lived. Too good for the likes of me I suppose.”


‘I seem to have touched a nerve,’ Draco though maliciously as he watched an indiscernibly dark look cross over Potter face. His next though followed somewhat along the lines of ‘Oh fuck!” as he was forced up against the wall by Potter’s sudden, angry instep. The brunette slammed one hand on either said of his head and leaned in.

“Too far Malfoy, too fucking far.” Draco shivered anxiously as he felt Potter’s breath hot and strong against his cheek. He could practically feel the scorching heat of his one time rival’s anger, and the rage that was coursing through his veins.

“Oh?” Malfoy taunted, his tone still cocky despite the position he found himself in, after all there wasn’t much Potter cold do that he himself wouldn’t be willing to send back his way in retaliation. “And what are you going to do about it?”

Potter pressed himself closer to the blond, pushing one leg between his legs. Draco eyes widened at the movement, his breath catching as Potter brushed against the erection that Draco had dutiful ignored up until that point. He tried to will it away, drawing his mind to utterly repulsive thoughts. An action he berated as one that should have been unnecessary considering it was Potter he was pressed up against, but apparently his body followed a different line of logic than that of his mind because the erection persisted despite his best efforts.

Thankfully enough Potter didn’t seem to care, or rather he hadn’t noticed for if he had Draco knew he would in fact care. Instead Potter leaned in closer until Draco was decidedly sure that he despised the reactions of his body and would be just about anywhere else in the world at that point. It took all of his control to keep his expression of contempt from wavering as Potter shifted ever so slightly, rubbing Draco erection once again.

However the fact that Potter’s actions were not all too intentional was proven by the fact that his next words had absolutely nothing to do with what he might have said in relation to the hardness that any dimwit would have noticed, the one that was pressed surely against his left leg. “Don’t think you’re untouchable Malfoy.”

The whisper was harsh and promised grief but Draco couldn’t care less. He reached out to shove Potter away, not at all enjoying the less than awful sensations that seemed to be overrunning his body at any point of contact with Potter’s solid frame. Potter didn’t budge and Draco’s heart rate doubled, this was not how he had hoped things would turn out, and the last thing he needed to do was hand over even more power to the brunette.

Draco glared in frustration, as he tried to throw his weight behind his hands, on Potter’s chest as they were, without shifting his body enough to agitate his aching hard-on. “Get off me,” he growled. His silver eyes met with Potter’s emerald ones and in an instant his fight, which seemed to have drained away as a result of Potter’s subconscious friction, came back to him. “I know I’m irresistible but I don’t do virgins.”

“Assuming you consider me a virgin,” Harry said, a small smirk in place, “you certainly seem to want them.” He ground meaningfully against Draco’s erection and it was all Draco could manage to keep his reaction to the simple word of ‘Fuck!’

Potter pulled away and was walking away before Draco could gain his composure. By the time he had managed to make his expression somewhat neutral he realized that it was probably a good idea to retreat for the night, regroup and put the plan into action in the morning. The thought of the next day made Draco balk, after everything that had happened that night, the next shoot was going to be hell and he had no one to blame but himself. Well no, that wasn’t the truth because in all reality it was Potter’s fault. Right. Potter.

Draco watched mutely as Potter threw himself onto the couch, and all the while the blond was still trying to pull himself together from the moments past, his body more than anything else was trembling both from rage and loathe though he was to admit it embarrassment.

Potter settled himself on the couch and an instant later the fire dimmed immensely, throwing the room into near darkness. Draco, not quite ready to face Potter for an argument yet, about the lighting no less, settled instead for walking stiffly over to the bed and collapsing onto it; thankful to at least have been afforded that one luxury in a night that had otherwise gone horrendously wrong.

Draco closed his eyes and lay atop the covers, still desperately trying to will his erection away, ignoring the heat that flushed his body. After several moments of silence Draco sighed in frustration, his mind ran itself in circles thinking about Potter and every so often his erection would give an aching, needy throb.

Desperate, Draco slowly reached down, past the waistband of his trousers and wrapped one cool hand around his erection, his mind freezing unwittingly on an inerasable image of Potter’s fervid eyes boring into him as he pushed up against him. Draco stroked his erection slowly, biting down hard on his lip to keep from moaning; both disgusted and aroused by the images of Potter that his mind unheedingly called up.

In a moment his breathing rose and clenched his free hand in his own hair. He hated that he wouldn’t be able to find completion, because there wasn’t a doubt in his mind that he couldn’t do so without being heard, not in the state he was in. He hated that it was Potter who made him this way, made him so hard he couldn’t take it. Draco pulled his hand from his pants, fisting it in frustration. And most of all he hated Potter.

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AN: sorry for how long it took. I have yet to proof read. I have someone who is working with me as a beta reader and so hopefuly I shall get this neatened up soon. So sorry for any typoes or errors, I'll fix it up later but for now I just wanted to post.

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Edit: just doing some editing, I'll probably be doing a lot of that in the coming week trying to make this fic more presentable so I'll try to remember to put a chapter twelve notice in the summary so you guys won't be fooled into thinking there's a new chapter every time this story gets pushed up to the top of the list.

- Incessant_Darkness