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Sick Rage
Chapter Number/Total: 11/32
Chapter Title: Sick Rage
Words: 2904 Words
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David was sitting in the armchair, staring at the door when Harlan came stumbling through it.
Harlan slowly closed the door behind him, smiling softly at David. "Morning. I'm sorry I'm so late."
David's eyes narrowed, face set in the coldest expression Harlan had seen... well, since those first days after the Enslavement Spell.
Harlan swallowed, slowly taking off his coat. "The time went by so quickly..."
David said nothing but sat glaring at him.
"Don't be mad," Harlan said, slowly walking over. "I really am sorry."
"Was he good?" David asked, voice cold as ice.
"Good at what?" Harlan asked, stopping in front of his chair.
David’s scowled deepened. "Don't play fucking games with me," he growled.
"What? No, we only talked," Harlan insisted, slowly understanding what he was implying.
"It's gone five in the bloody morning, Harry!" David ground out.
"I know, I didn't notice. I really didn't mean to come back so late," Harlan said, biting his lip again.
The blond got to his feet, walked around Harlan to pick up his coat and went to the door. "I am going for a walk," he hissed.
"No, don't go, Draco," Harlan said quickly, turning to grip his arm. "Please."
David was tense as steel. He stopped but didn’t respond.
"I don't want you to go. I said I'm sorry; I won't do it again, promise," Harlan said, trying to pull him back.
"You already promised not to stay out late," David hissed. "Apparently your word isn't worth much."
"It was my first time really out, and I should've been looking at the time, I know..." Harlan whispered.
"And if you forgot the time and didn't make it here before the spell reacted?" David said, voice still cold and hard.
Harlan looked down. "I would be in even more trouble." Mark wouldn't know what to do, and he probably would've ended up being sent to hospital.
"Have you seen what happens to someone under Cruciatus for a prolonged length of time?" the blond asked.
"They go crazy," Harlan said softly.
"Gibbering insane," David agreed. "That could be you."
"I know..." Harlan murmured.
"And I would still have to fuck you, even like that, or leave you to suffer," David added.
"I know, but that didn't happen, Draco," Harlan said, looking at him again.
David was still standing stiffly, refusing to move or acknowledge the other man's hand on him. "Did he touch you?" he asked.
Harlan swallowed again. "No..."
"You are a terrible liar," David hissed.
"He didn't touch me the way you're thinking," Harlan said quickly, "just helped me so I wouldn't fall and stuff."
"Why would you fall?" David asked, eyes still narrowed as he looked at Harlan.
"We were drinking. I don’t have much tolerance," Harlan answered quietly.
David closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He started to shake then.
"And that's all," Harlan murmured, watching him.
The fear and anger welled up, making the blond shudder, hands clenched at his sides.
"Draco..." Harlan whispered, resting his hand higher on his arm.
The shaking grew worse and the blond kept his eyes tightly closed.
Harlan began to grow worried when David wouldn't stop shaking. "It's okay," he said.
David pulled away from Harlan with a growl and stomped towards the door. Instead of opening it, he slammed his fist into the wall beside it, plaster cracking and falling to the floor.
Harlan gasped and gripped his hand, gritting his teeth. He had forgotten that the bond connected them together to the point where he would feel David's pain. "No, don't do that," Harlan said, walking over and pulling David’s hand away from the wall. "Don't hurt yourself."
David's knuckles were bloody and he looked at Harlan, pain clear in his grey eyes.
"I'm sorry, I'll never do it again; just don't hurt yourself because of me," Harlan said, looking back into David's face.
David's eyes searched Harlan's bright green ones. He didn't know what to say to that. He felt so much pain inside, he could barely feel his hand.
Harlan's own hand was throbbing, but he ignored it. "Please, I don't want you to hold it all inside, but don't hurt yourself."
David turned his face away, closing his eyes again. "I can't," he whispered.
"Can't what?" Harlan asked. "Talk to me."
"Can't," David repeated, shaking his head and trying to clear it.
"What can't you do?" Harlan asked again, walking around so he could see David's face.
David felt so brittle he could break. He tried to breathe, but his heart was hammering and he felt like he was suffocating. He had been taught to control himself but he was losing that now.
"Come sit down," Harlan whispered, pulling him towards the futon.
David shook but allowed himself to be led to their bed.
"There are other ways to let your pain and anger out that don't have to do with violence," Harlan said softly.
David stood, eyes staring off without seeing. Well, not seeing the room around them. Violent images were conjured by this pain and his lover's words. He saw his father's cane and the blows falling on him as he tried to curl into a ball, making as small a target as possible. Rage. His father's rage. His own rage. He shuddered again, sick to his stomach as more images flooded his mind.
Harlan could only watch him as he stared off, feeling useless in the entire situation. He couldn't imagine what was going through his head, and he couldn't help but feel responsible for it all. "Draco..."
David turned and fled to the bathroom, dropping to his knees and vomiting into the toilet.
Harlan followed quickly, kneeling down next to him and rubbing his back gently.
David hadn't eaten since the night before, so there wasn't much to expel. He sat there with dry heaves, choking on his own memories.
Harlan used his sore hand to comb his fingers gently through David's hair, trying to soothe him.
David reached for a towel, wiping off the saliva and sweat from his face. Then reached up and flushed the toilet, closing the lid and resting his fevered forehead against the cool surface.
Harlan rested his head on David's shoulder, sighing softly. "I didn't mean to make you sick."
"You didn't," David whispered, the taste in his mouth making him grimace.
"You can admit it," Harlan said softly, trying to help him up.
David scowled but pushed himself to his feet. He bent over the sink, washing his face. He took the cup there and rinsed his mouth, spitting the foul taste into the drain.
"Let me see your hand," Harlan said, reaching for it anyway.
David stood still while the other man took his hand, examining the torn and bruised skin. It wasn't broken. David knew what that felt like from experience.
Harlan's own hand was shaking as he turned the warm water on and held it under it.
David felt numb, watching Harlan tend to his wounds. "It's nothing," he whispered.
Harlan hissed softly, feeling as though he were running water over his own cuts. "You were bleeding." He turned off the tap and found the small first aid kit they bought.
"Not much blood," David said, not understanding why such a small injury upset the other man.
"Still cut," Harlan said quietly, opening some of the antibiotic ointment and squeezing it on his fingers. He gently began to spread it over his lover’s knuckles.
"I miss potions," David mumbled. "My father used them. No matter what, no one could tell a thing the next day."
Harlan glanced at him sharply. "He used them on you?"
David nodded, watching Harlan spread the ointment. "That's how I know so much about Healing Potions."
"He...he didn't hurt you, did he?" Harlan asked quietly, swallowing as he reached for the tape to wrap around the wound. He didn't know why he was asking when he was pretty sure of the answer. Lucius hadn’t looked like a very loving man.
"He punished me when I didn't do as he wanted," David said in a faraway voice.
"I'm sorry," Harlan said softly, beginning to wrap the tape around his hand slowly. He didn't know why, but soon he was blinking away tears.
"Like when you beat me at Quidditch and Granger topped my grades," David said softly.
Harlan let out a small sob before he could stop himself, putting the things away and closing the kit when he was done. He turned away, trying to swallow past the lump in his throat. "That's why...you..."
"Hated you," David finished for him, staring at himself in the mirror. He shivered at how much like Lucius he looked.
Harlan slowly walked back to their bed, holding David’s hand close to him as he sat down. He was putting together the clues. Why hadn't he seen it before? He sniffled again, staring at the ground.
David allowed himself to be led and pulled down to sit beside Harlan. "The angrier he became with you, the worse the punishments," he whispered. "He said we were pure-bloods and I should never let a half-blood or Mudblood beat me at anything. Sometimes he was so angry and so... Well, I thought he would kill me."
"Why are you with me?" Harlan whispered, tears streaming down his face. "I must remind you him so much..."
David frowned, staring at the floor. "At first... at first, I thought I asked for you to punish you for it all."
"You got sick...that time I kept talking back...he hurt you like you..." Harlan bit his lip hard.
David shuddered. "In the study, yes," he answered.
"And I made fun of you..." Harlan covered his eyes with one hand as he sobbed, shaking.
David brought one arm up around Harlan's shoulders, pulling him to his chest. "You didn't know," he whispered.
"That doesn't matter now," Harlan sobbed.
"Shhh, baby," David whispered, rocking his lover.
Harlan slowly pulled away from David, shaking his head. "You shouldn't...I shouldn't..." he mumbled, his eyes closed.
"At first, I wanted to hurt you," David said. "But then, when you kissed me, I remembered something."
"What?" Harlan asked, sniffling a few times.
"You, before I knew who you were," David whispered.
Harlan looked down at his lap, wiping away the tears. "But this whole time..."
"This whole time what?" David said. "We have a history? You knew that part." He continued to pet and rock Harlan against him.
"We're supposed to be together," Harlan said quietly. "I should help you with these things."
"You do help me," David whispered. "You help me forget all that."
"But then it's still there... Making you sick... And I just reminded you of it, didn't I?" Harlan said.
"When I get angry, it reminds me of him," David admitted.
"Did you want to hit me instead of the wall?" Harlan asked suddenly.
David’s eyes widened. "Maybe during the night," he said, "but not right then."
"Did you really think I would go with another man just like that?" Harlan asked softly, looking at his hurt hand and rubbing his fingers over the knuckles.
David took a sharp breath. "I know you didn't choose me. Wouldn't have chosen me," he said.
"But I'm with you. I love you. I would never cheat on you like that," Harlan whispered.
"Don't you wonder? What it would be like with someone who had never hurt you?" David asked.
"No. I wonder what it would've been like if I didn't lose the war. That's the most I wonder about now, but...the way things are now..." Harlan paused. "I like the way they are."
"I can't stand the idea of someone touching you and maybe, you will like them better," David admitted, looking away.
"I can't see anyone else as a lover," Harlan said softly. "Not because of the bond, but because I already have the best with me."
David's eyes widened and then he blushed. "But you can't know that, since you haven't had anyone else," he whispered.
"I didn't need to be with anyone else," Harlan answered. "Even if there was some way to break this bond, and we went our separate ways because of it, I know for sure that I would forever compare everyone to you. I'd probably be miserable for the rest of my life. Because there isn't anyone else like you."
David looked into his lover's eyes, desperately wanting to believe him. "Let me bring you pleasure," he whispered. "Let me show you how I feel about you."
"You don't always have to use pleasure to show me how you feel about me, you know," Harlan said softly.
"No?" David asked, smiling. "What would you prefer?"
Harlan blushed softly, glancing down at his lap. "...I've only ever been on a date once."
"A date?" David asked.
"Yeah...I don't know," Harlan murmured with a shrug.
David smiled. "Next night off, I should take you somewhere?" he asked.
"If you want," Harlan said, glancing up at him with a small smile.
David smiled. "Tell me, what you would like to do on our dates?" he asked as he lay back on the bed, bringing his lover with him.
"We can go out for dinner. Not at Milo's," Harlan said with a smile, lifting his own hand to look at it.
David frowned, taking Harlan's hand and kissing it. "That hurt you?" he asked.
Harlan nodded. "But I think I deserved it."
"No," David said sharply. "Never. I never want to hurt you again."
"But I was really late and...Will I be able to go out with him again sometime?" Harlan asked.
"Why him?" David asked with a pained expression, looking at Harlan.
"I just want a friend. I tend to take a liking to the first person who talks to me apparently," Harlan said, smiling a bit.
David snorted. "Except me, apparently," he said.
"You were always different, remember," Harlan said, laughing softly.
"I wanted to be your friend then," David said. "I didn't know your name yet, either."
"You talked so much about things that I didn't know about yet. As a matter of fact, I'd say you were trying to impress me. Were you?" Harlan asked curiously.
David blushed. "Yes, very much so," he said. "I didn't have any friends that weren't chosen by my father."
"I didn't have friends at all," Harlan said with a shrug. "I wish you knew that you didn't have to try so hard."
"Yeah, well I didn't even know how to make friends. I just imitated my father, like I always did back then," he said with a sigh.
"If things were different from then, that's something else I wonder," Harlan murmured.
"Yes," David agreed softly, fingers stroking his lover's hair.
Harlan leant up and kissed David's cheek softly. He was tired after being up all night, and the alcohol was still making him feel a bit off balance, but he knew they had only a little time until the spell would affect him. "But for now...you can show me how much you love me by pleasuring me," he whispered.
"And that would be pleasure for me," David said, smiling and leaning in to kiss him again.
Harlan tilted his head and kissed him back deeply, his fingers sliding into David's hair to grip the strands. "I would hope so."
David undressed his lover, kissing the man's skin as he revealed it.
Harlan sighed softly, his eyes closing as he relaxed. It was nice to do this without so much urgency.
David made sure to kiss and stroke and pet Harlan until the man was trembling and moaning in pleasure. Then he slid between his legs. "Open for me, baby," he whispered.
Harlan opened his legs for David, lifting his hips for him already. "Gonna fuck me?" Harlan asked, biting his lip.
"Yes," David answered, trembling with both desire and the thrill of hearing Harlan talk like that. "You want me inside you?" he asked, squeezing lube into his palm and slicking his cock.
"Yes, fuck me," Harlan gasped, looking down at him. "Now."
Harlan demanding him was a thrill and David complied, sliding his cock slowly into him with a long, happy sigh. He smiled down at the other man.
Harlan smiled back up at him, managing to relax around him. "Pleasure me," he murmured, tilting his hips up and wrapping his legs around David's waist. "Fuck me."
"Yes, baby," David gasped, slick fingers wrapping around Harlan's cock as he began to thrust into him, rotating his hips as he did.
"Feels good?" Harlan asked him as he moaned, moving with him. "Having your...cock deep...inside me..."
"Yes, fantastic," David answered. "Perfect inside you!" He twisted his fingers, pulling on his lover's cock in time with his movements.
"Yes, more," Harlan groaned, squeezing his eyes shut as he let himself just feel.
"I love you," David gasped, "more than anything." He rocked and trembled.
"I love you, too," Harlan whispered, opening his eyes to look up at David. "Come with me," he said softly, biting his lip hard as came on the next thrust.
"Yes, together," David answered letting himself go and releasing into his lover with a long, low moan.
Harlan's legs tightened around David for the moment before he relaxed, shuddering lightly with his orgasm.
David kissed his lover's lips and chin, nuzzling his neck. "Together," he whispered again.
"Together," Harlan agreed, humming in delight.
Chapter Title: Sick Rage
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David was sitting in the armchair, staring at the door when Harlan came stumbling through it.
Harlan slowly closed the door behind him, smiling softly at David. "Morning. I'm sorry I'm so late."
David's eyes narrowed, face set in the coldest expression Harlan had seen... well, since those first days after the Enslavement Spell.
Harlan swallowed, slowly taking off his coat. "The time went by so quickly..."
David said nothing but sat glaring at him.
"Don't be mad," Harlan said, slowly walking over. "I really am sorry."
"Was he good?" David asked, voice cold as ice.
"Good at what?" Harlan asked, stopping in front of his chair.
David’s scowled deepened. "Don't play fucking games with me," he growled.
"What? No, we only talked," Harlan insisted, slowly understanding what he was implying.
"It's gone five in the bloody morning, Harry!" David ground out.
"I know, I didn't notice. I really didn't mean to come back so late," Harlan said, biting his lip again.
The blond got to his feet, walked around Harlan to pick up his coat and went to the door. "I am going for a walk," he hissed.
"No, don't go, Draco," Harlan said quickly, turning to grip his arm. "Please."
David was tense as steel. He stopped but didn’t respond.
"I don't want you to go. I said I'm sorry; I won't do it again, promise," Harlan said, trying to pull him back.
"You already promised not to stay out late," David hissed. "Apparently your word isn't worth much."
"It was my first time really out, and I should've been looking at the time, I know..." Harlan whispered.
"And if you forgot the time and didn't make it here before the spell reacted?" David said, voice still cold and hard.
Harlan looked down. "I would be in even more trouble." Mark wouldn't know what to do, and he probably would've ended up being sent to hospital.
"Have you seen what happens to someone under Cruciatus for a prolonged length of time?" the blond asked.
"They go crazy," Harlan said softly.
"Gibbering insane," David agreed. "That could be you."
"I know..." Harlan murmured.
"And I would still have to fuck you, even like that, or leave you to suffer," David added.
"I know, but that didn't happen, Draco," Harlan said, looking at him again.
David was still standing stiffly, refusing to move or acknowledge the other man's hand on him. "Did he touch you?" he asked.
Harlan swallowed again. "No..."
"You are a terrible liar," David hissed.
"He didn't touch me the way you're thinking," Harlan said quickly, "just helped me so I wouldn't fall and stuff."
"Why would you fall?" David asked, eyes still narrowed as he looked at Harlan.
"We were drinking. I don’t have much tolerance," Harlan answered quietly.
David closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He started to shake then.
"And that's all," Harlan murmured, watching him.
The fear and anger welled up, making the blond shudder, hands clenched at his sides.
"Draco..." Harlan whispered, resting his hand higher on his arm.
The shaking grew worse and the blond kept his eyes tightly closed.
Harlan began to grow worried when David wouldn't stop shaking. "It's okay," he said.
David pulled away from Harlan with a growl and stomped towards the door. Instead of opening it, he slammed his fist into the wall beside it, plaster cracking and falling to the floor.
Harlan gasped and gripped his hand, gritting his teeth. He had forgotten that the bond connected them together to the point where he would feel David's pain. "No, don't do that," Harlan said, walking over and pulling David’s hand away from the wall. "Don't hurt yourself."
David's knuckles were bloody and he looked at Harlan, pain clear in his grey eyes.
"I'm sorry, I'll never do it again; just don't hurt yourself because of me," Harlan said, looking back into David's face.
David's eyes searched Harlan's bright green ones. He didn't know what to say to that. He felt so much pain inside, he could barely feel his hand.
Harlan's own hand was throbbing, but he ignored it. "Please, I don't want you to hold it all inside, but don't hurt yourself."
David turned his face away, closing his eyes again. "I can't," he whispered.
"Can't what?" Harlan asked. "Talk to me."
"Can't," David repeated, shaking his head and trying to clear it.
"What can't you do?" Harlan asked again, walking around so he could see David's face.
David felt so brittle he could break. He tried to breathe, but his heart was hammering and he felt like he was suffocating. He had been taught to control himself but he was losing that now.
"Come sit down," Harlan whispered, pulling him towards the futon.
David shook but allowed himself to be led to their bed.
"There are other ways to let your pain and anger out that don't have to do with violence," Harlan said softly.
David stood, eyes staring off without seeing. Well, not seeing the room around them. Violent images were conjured by this pain and his lover's words. He saw his father's cane and the blows falling on him as he tried to curl into a ball, making as small a target as possible. Rage. His father's rage. His own rage. He shuddered again, sick to his stomach as more images flooded his mind.
Harlan could only watch him as he stared off, feeling useless in the entire situation. He couldn't imagine what was going through his head, and he couldn't help but feel responsible for it all. "Draco..."
David turned and fled to the bathroom, dropping to his knees and vomiting into the toilet.
Harlan followed quickly, kneeling down next to him and rubbing his back gently.
David hadn't eaten since the night before, so there wasn't much to expel. He sat there with dry heaves, choking on his own memories.
Harlan used his sore hand to comb his fingers gently through David's hair, trying to soothe him.
David reached for a towel, wiping off the saliva and sweat from his face. Then reached up and flushed the toilet, closing the lid and resting his fevered forehead against the cool surface.
Harlan rested his head on David's shoulder, sighing softly. "I didn't mean to make you sick."
"You didn't," David whispered, the taste in his mouth making him grimace.
"You can admit it," Harlan said softly, trying to help him up.
David scowled but pushed himself to his feet. He bent over the sink, washing his face. He took the cup there and rinsed his mouth, spitting the foul taste into the drain.
"Let me see your hand," Harlan said, reaching for it anyway.
David stood still while the other man took his hand, examining the torn and bruised skin. It wasn't broken. David knew what that felt like from experience.
Harlan's own hand was shaking as he turned the warm water on and held it under it.
David felt numb, watching Harlan tend to his wounds. "It's nothing," he whispered.
Harlan hissed softly, feeling as though he were running water over his own cuts. "You were bleeding." He turned off the tap and found the small first aid kit they bought.
"Not much blood," David said, not understanding why such a small injury upset the other man.
"Still cut," Harlan said quietly, opening some of the antibiotic ointment and squeezing it on his fingers. He gently began to spread it over his lover’s knuckles.
"I miss potions," David mumbled. "My father used them. No matter what, no one could tell a thing the next day."
Harlan glanced at him sharply. "He used them on you?"
David nodded, watching Harlan spread the ointment. "That's how I know so much about Healing Potions."
"He...he didn't hurt you, did he?" Harlan asked quietly, swallowing as he reached for the tape to wrap around the wound. He didn't know why he was asking when he was pretty sure of the answer. Lucius hadn’t looked like a very loving man.
"He punished me when I didn't do as he wanted," David said in a faraway voice.
"I'm sorry," Harlan said softly, beginning to wrap the tape around his hand slowly. He didn't know why, but soon he was blinking away tears.
"Like when you beat me at Quidditch and Granger topped my grades," David said softly.
Harlan let out a small sob before he could stop himself, putting the things away and closing the kit when he was done. He turned away, trying to swallow past the lump in his throat. "That's why...you..."
"Hated you," David finished for him, staring at himself in the mirror. He shivered at how much like Lucius he looked.
Harlan slowly walked back to their bed, holding David’s hand close to him as he sat down. He was putting together the clues. Why hadn't he seen it before? He sniffled again, staring at the ground.
David allowed himself to be led and pulled down to sit beside Harlan. "The angrier he became with you, the worse the punishments," he whispered. "He said we were pure-bloods and I should never let a half-blood or Mudblood beat me at anything. Sometimes he was so angry and so... Well, I thought he would kill me."
"Why are you with me?" Harlan whispered, tears streaming down his face. "I must remind you him so much..."
David frowned, staring at the floor. "At first... at first, I thought I asked for you to punish you for it all."
"You got sick...that time I kept talking back...he hurt you like you..." Harlan bit his lip hard.
David shuddered. "In the study, yes," he answered.
"And I made fun of you..." Harlan covered his eyes with one hand as he sobbed, shaking.
David brought one arm up around Harlan's shoulders, pulling him to his chest. "You didn't know," he whispered.
"That doesn't matter now," Harlan sobbed.
"Shhh, baby," David whispered, rocking his lover.
Harlan slowly pulled away from David, shaking his head. "You shouldn't...I shouldn't..." he mumbled, his eyes closed.
"At first, I wanted to hurt you," David said. "But then, when you kissed me, I remembered something."
"What?" Harlan asked, sniffling a few times.
"You, before I knew who you were," David whispered.
Harlan looked down at his lap, wiping away the tears. "But this whole time..."
"This whole time what?" David said. "We have a history? You knew that part." He continued to pet and rock Harlan against him.
"We're supposed to be together," Harlan said quietly. "I should help you with these things."
"You do help me," David whispered. "You help me forget all that."
"But then it's still there... Making you sick... And I just reminded you of it, didn't I?" Harlan said.
"When I get angry, it reminds me of him," David admitted.
"Did you want to hit me instead of the wall?" Harlan asked suddenly.
David’s eyes widened. "Maybe during the night," he said, "but not right then."
"Did you really think I would go with another man just like that?" Harlan asked softly, looking at his hurt hand and rubbing his fingers over the knuckles.
David took a sharp breath. "I know you didn't choose me. Wouldn't have chosen me," he said.
"But I'm with you. I love you. I would never cheat on you like that," Harlan whispered.
"Don't you wonder? What it would be like with someone who had never hurt you?" David asked.
"No. I wonder what it would've been like if I didn't lose the war. That's the most I wonder about now, but...the way things are now..." Harlan paused. "I like the way they are."
"I can't stand the idea of someone touching you and maybe, you will like them better," David admitted, looking away.
"I can't see anyone else as a lover," Harlan said softly. "Not because of the bond, but because I already have the best with me."
David's eyes widened and then he blushed. "But you can't know that, since you haven't had anyone else," he whispered.
"I didn't need to be with anyone else," Harlan answered. "Even if there was some way to break this bond, and we went our separate ways because of it, I know for sure that I would forever compare everyone to you. I'd probably be miserable for the rest of my life. Because there isn't anyone else like you."
David looked into his lover's eyes, desperately wanting to believe him. "Let me bring you pleasure," he whispered. "Let me show you how I feel about you."
"You don't always have to use pleasure to show me how you feel about me, you know," Harlan said softly.
"No?" David asked, smiling. "What would you prefer?"
Harlan blushed softly, glancing down at his lap. "...I've only ever been on a date once."
"A date?" David asked.
"Yeah...I don't know," Harlan murmured with a shrug.
David smiled. "Next night off, I should take you somewhere?" he asked.
"If you want," Harlan said, glancing up at him with a small smile.
David smiled. "Tell me, what you would like to do on our dates?" he asked as he lay back on the bed, bringing his lover with him.
"We can go out for dinner. Not at Milo's," Harlan said with a smile, lifting his own hand to look at it.
David frowned, taking Harlan's hand and kissing it. "That hurt you?" he asked.
Harlan nodded. "But I think I deserved it."
"No," David said sharply. "Never. I never want to hurt you again."
"But I was really late and...Will I be able to go out with him again sometime?" Harlan asked.
"Why him?" David asked with a pained expression, looking at Harlan.
"I just want a friend. I tend to take a liking to the first person who talks to me apparently," Harlan said, smiling a bit.
David snorted. "Except me, apparently," he said.
"You were always different, remember," Harlan said, laughing softly.
"I wanted to be your friend then," David said. "I didn't know your name yet, either."
"You talked so much about things that I didn't know about yet. As a matter of fact, I'd say you were trying to impress me. Were you?" Harlan asked curiously.
David blushed. "Yes, very much so," he said. "I didn't have any friends that weren't chosen by my father."
"I didn't have friends at all," Harlan said with a shrug. "I wish you knew that you didn't have to try so hard."
"Yeah, well I didn't even know how to make friends. I just imitated my father, like I always did back then," he said with a sigh.
"If things were different from then, that's something else I wonder," Harlan murmured.
"Yes," David agreed softly, fingers stroking his lover's hair.
Harlan leant up and kissed David's cheek softly. He was tired after being up all night, and the alcohol was still making him feel a bit off balance, but he knew they had only a little time until the spell would affect him. "But for now...you can show me how much you love me by pleasuring me," he whispered.
"And that would be pleasure for me," David said, smiling and leaning in to kiss him again.
Harlan tilted his head and kissed him back deeply, his fingers sliding into David's hair to grip the strands. "I would hope so."
David undressed his lover, kissing the man's skin as he revealed it.
Harlan sighed softly, his eyes closing as he relaxed. It was nice to do this without so much urgency.
David made sure to kiss and stroke and pet Harlan until the man was trembling and moaning in pleasure. Then he slid between his legs. "Open for me, baby," he whispered.
Harlan opened his legs for David, lifting his hips for him already. "Gonna fuck me?" Harlan asked, biting his lip.
"Yes," David answered, trembling with both desire and the thrill of hearing Harlan talk like that. "You want me inside you?" he asked, squeezing lube into his palm and slicking his cock.
"Yes, fuck me," Harlan gasped, looking down at him. "Now."
Harlan demanding him was a thrill and David complied, sliding his cock slowly into him with a long, happy sigh. He smiled down at the other man.
Harlan smiled back up at him, managing to relax around him. "Pleasure me," he murmured, tilting his hips up and wrapping his legs around David's waist. "Fuck me."
"Yes, baby," David gasped, slick fingers wrapping around Harlan's cock as he began to thrust into him, rotating his hips as he did.
"Feels good?" Harlan asked him as he moaned, moving with him. "Having your...cock deep...inside me..."
"Yes, fantastic," David answered. "Perfect inside you!" He twisted his fingers, pulling on his lover's cock in time with his movements.
"Yes, more," Harlan groaned, squeezing his eyes shut as he let himself just feel.
"I love you," David gasped, "more than anything." He rocked and trembled.
"I love you, too," Harlan whispered, opening his eyes to look up at David. "Come with me," he said softly, biting his lip hard as came on the next thrust.
"Yes, together," David answered letting himself go and releasing into his lover with a long, low moan.
Harlan's legs tightened around David for the moment before he relaxed, shuddering lightly with his orgasm.
David kissed his lover's lips and chin, nuzzling his neck. "Together," he whispered again.
"Together," Harlan agreed, humming in delight.