All I Ever Wanted

DISCLAIMER: Warning! I make no claim to any property of J.K. Rowling's, and am in no way profiting by this. I do offer her my sincerest thanks for allowing us this garden of the mind in which we play. Further Warning! This story...and likely any I ever write...are dominated by gay themes and characters. That's how it is, if this in any way makes you uncomfortable...do not read further.

"All I Ever Wanted" chap. 12 'Paradise (part 2)'


Harry was lost in Draco, a living ship, cleaving its way through a sea of desire. The soft sounds of delirious assent were all that reached his ears, and silken limbs were all that he could feel. A moment that Harry was almost afraid of was near.

Draco could wait no longer, and had scrambled into position while Harry carefully slicked himself with a generous quantity of lubricant. His lover lay on his back before him, knees pulled tight to his chest. Harry gently oiled and caressed the delicately pursed entrance he'd be penetrating so very soon, while Draco uttered desperate demands in a hushed and eager tone.

When he was certain that Draco was ready, Harry moved into position. One hand was steadying his erect length, the other taking hold of one of Draco's ankles. It was a lengthy process, with Draco writhing under him, pulling in just a little more of Harry with each gasp and push. Harry found every second of it fascinating. That people could fit together this way at all, that Draco seemed not be in any real pain, but just a delicious shadow of pain, still hungry for everything Harry could offer. These things roiled through Harry's mind during the crawling minutes as Draco worked his way onto Harry's ponderous and imposing erection.

For Draco's part, he too was utterly lost in that moment. This was what he'd been waiting for, half in fear that his memories and visions hadn't been real. Here he was, struggling, wholly conscious of the incredible, gentle, and green-eyed wunderkind above him, driving himself an inch at a time to claim everything of Harry's as his own.

He realized in a crazy and surreal moment of thought that he'd never have been able to endure this awesome stretching of his limits as a bottom, this wondrous invasion of his body...if it hadn't been for his colorful past. Was that fate? Irony? A late absolution for a life mispent?

Here he was, receiving everything that comprised his fantasies and his wishes, despite all that he had ever done wrong. His head was almost spinning, he pushed out hard one last time and slid the last length until he was snug against his lover's lap. He laughed a joyful little laugh of pleasure and relief, running his leg around Harry's neck, only to feel those wonderful hands on his hips. He crossed his ankles behind Harry's head, moving as slowly and subtly as he could. Harry brought his head down low, kissing Draco's lips, gently working his way down Draco's chin to the pit of his throat. Then he began to move.

He was sheathed in the warmth of Draco's impossibly slender body, staring intently into those soft grey eyes for any sign of something that was not pleasure, thrumming with tension and desire he could barely control. When he moved, the small sounds become louder, and he was conscious of the heat and soft, welcoming tightness around his erection, amazed by the intensity of sensation that nearly stole all reason from him.

He was cautious, aware that a sudden or rough movement could do real harm, but with every slow push and pull he gained a little confidence, always encouraged by the sounds of desire coming from his lover. Soon he reached a pace that seemed to bring the heights of desire from Draco, who cried out loudly and often, and that pace was kept, neither slow nor fast, but one he could keep a long time, like a marathon runner hitting his stride.

His hands roamed from Draco's hips and waist up to that wonderful, angelic face, he slid his hand behind Draco's neck and entwined his fingers in that silky blond hair, watching as Draco arched his back in impossibly cat-like ways, and all the while he held to the same steady thrusts that were serving so well.

Draco lounged in ecstasy, half between a tension so thick he could scarcely breath and a floating sense of awe and freedom that almost pulled him out of reality. His lover's hands on him were aphrodisiac, something about Harry's touch drove him insane with desire.

Logically, he knew that sex always felt good, but this was a madness, a total lust to surrender himself he'd only felt once in a blurred memory, and now that memory was a huge and thrusting reality of which he was so very hungrily aware.

Harry had shifted just a bit, tipping Draco back only an inch or two, but it made all the difference in the world. The sweet spot that Harry had brushed and every so often bumped before was suddenly the center of all attention. It was more than Draco could think through and remain sane.

His muscles tensed and flexed out of control, he dug his nails into Harry's back while screaming out assent and desire, and then his own body betrayed him, as he felt the flush of sudden and uncontrollable orgasm take him over, making him clench his muscles tightly around the still thrusting member of his lover. With a strangled cry he exploded between them, gasping and panting, so enraptured that he almost hadn't noticed the building tension in Harry's body, until that miracle pace became staggered and frantic.

With a groan Harry arched his back and began to come, holding still save for tiny motions, savoring every keen sensation of his orgasm inside Draco's waiting warmth. He brought his face closer to Draco's, hungry for a kiss, and when they had kissed with a gasping urgency and were near collapse, he heard Draco's whispered and profound thanks in his ear.

With the grace of an acrobat, Draco rolled to the top, Harry beneath him, erection still buried deeply and twitching inside Draco's body. He had surrendered, yes, but he had not forgotten everything he knew of pleasing lovers and himself. He wasn't finished with Harry yet, and by the feel of Harry in him, the same was true for his lover.

He leaned in to kiss Harry's surprised face, while Harry kissed away the trails of tears Draco had scarcely noticed in his state of excitement. Draco fairly rippled across Harry, his body flexing in ways reminiscent of waves and yet utterly alien to the human form. No one should be so limber.

Harry's briefly sated member began to stir again inside Draco, and Draco made quick work of finding just the right ways to tease without bringing another climax too soon. He ground into Harry's hips, raised himself up, then slid back onto the spear of flesh beneath him.

Harry looked up in wonder at the determined and insatiable creature above him. Draco seemed transformed into some fierce and implacable sexual beast, writhing and flexing above Harry without stop. Harry slid his hands across that pale and wonderfully defined chest, loving the soft ripple of ribs, the sensitive buds of Draco's nipples.

The word luxurious sprung into his mind unbidden. His life had known so little real wealth, only to crown it with this penultimate luxury. He couldn't help but think of the staircase he nearly fell from, the irony, that Draco pulled him from that brink of death or injury, only to drag him, now willing, over the edge of lust and into a state of utter satiation.

And so it went, hours whiling by. Some in moments of soft reflection, murmuring the gentle benedictions of lovers to one another in the sweat-drenched respite from their efforts, others in renewed frenzy and the union of bodies that craved a closeness once beyond their imagination, but now so easily grasped.

Candlelight shadows flickered across lean and hungry bodies that craved as much from each other as could be taken. When at the last they sunk into one another's contented arms and slept the sleep of near exhaustion, it was almost two in the morning. The burgeoning desire between them had been consummated in a final and absolute way that bound them utterly. They slept in a tangle of limbs, smiling innocents in a world of danger, at play in a sacred garden of the mind that even the terrors of daily life couldn't violate.

Outside that garden, danger waited in the unexpected attention of one who bore a long grudge. A spell was being cast by an angry mind, hidden by a placid exterior. A spell of location was being prepared, made possible by a single thread of carelessly fallen blond hair. Once cast, it built a compass of sorts...a compass that unerringly pointed the way to a single person.

Draco Malfoy's unknown nemesis had sensed change...weakness, and opportunity. No such opportunity for vengeance would be wasted. Malfoy had enjoyed his turn at having it all. Lording it over others like he was without taint. The insolence of that little bitch was legendary. He was only one boy, though, and a selfish and lazy one at that.

Malfoy had been up to something and secretive as hell. In secrets lay power...and soon he would know Malfoy's precious secrets. With a little luck and the right words in the right places, Slytherin would have a new Prince before the week was out, and Malfoy would be nothing more than chaff cast aside for the wheat!

Morning came and went unnoticed by Harry and Draco. In fact, afternoon was almost upon them before they had the wherewithal to rise. When they finally woke, it was nearly mutually and spontaneous. Sore and spent from the previous night, they stirred against one another in slumber.

Draco, half conscious, still seemed to gravitate without thought toward the slowly thickening organ at rest against his back. Harry's happy dreams seemed faintly tinged with lust, despite his every appetite having been so recently glutted. The soft motions between them stirred them from their dreams and into a reality of waking lust that vaguely surprised them both.

Draco took control at first, slipping a hand behind him to find that teasingly rampant member that prodded incessantly at him. Finding the swollen shaft, he gently caressed it to fullness, hearing Harry's semi-wakeful sighs of pleasure.

Draco's free hand reached for the jar of lubricant that remained by the night stand and, with a skill born of practice, he opened it with one hand and smeared a dollop onto his fingers. Switching hands he oiled the flexing muscle behind him in silence, then guided it toward his own opening.

This morning his soreness wouldn't be the cause of unrequited hunger for more. Closing his eyes and bearing down, he slid Harry into him with a slow and sure ease that almost embarrassed him, except that he no longer cared what anyone thought of him save for Harry.

When he'd completely devoured that wonderful sword of flesh, he could feel the front of Harry's sac against the back of his own. He could scarcely help the small moans and barely audible whimpers that escaped him while he ground against Harry's lap, pleasuring himself while Harry seemed to oblige him in dreams.

Harry didn't remain asleep long. The soft pressure around his penis dragged him slowly from dreams, and the sexy little sounds from Draco brought a happy reality and slow wakefulness to him. He woke with a groan of pleasure, smiling from ear to ear, and took hold of the lithe hips beside him. As soon as he could muster his full attention, he took charge of the rather nice wake up call he was being given.

Harry firmly rolled on top of Draco and kept his knees between his lover's, spreading Draco's legs wide apart. He delivered his immediate attention to kissing the slim back and soft neck now displayed beneath him, all the while offering a more vigorous stroke into the soft embrace that had claimed his morning erection.

In minutes, the little moans and cries had grown to loud and shameless ones, and the gentle pace had been replaced by short hard thrusts against the spot Harry knew would leave Draco satisfied most quickly.

He felt Draco's entire body tense and clench with a fast approaching need to release. Draco shrieked and whimpered while his back arched in weird angles and his slender frame shook in the grips of pleasure.

That pulled Harry right over the edge into swift and happy orgasm, filling the sublime and wondrous body beneath him with one last impressive dose of his come, even as Draco came onto the sheets beneath them. It had been so quick that they hadn't even worked up a sweat, yet they collapsed together like the entire night had caught up with them, laughing and crying in relief.

"Draco, love, I have NEVER woken up this happy! I love you! I always hated mornings...do you realize I'm rethinking that now only because of you!" Harry giggled and panted.

Draco craned his neck to kiss Harry, "Merlin, I'm not rethinking anything. I'm just planning our next ten thousand mornings! I think I'll let you plan the nights. Harry...I want this forever. Can you be the rest of my life? Please, please, please...with sugar on top?"

Now he was just being silly, but for once it looked good on him. Harry covered him in kisses and Draco gave as good as he got, until the dawning realization that he quite badly needed a bathroom overtook him.

"Um, Harry? No complaints, love, but where is the bathroom here? I may not mind losing the dignity I didn't really want, but if I don't find a bathroom in the next few minutes I'm going to lose the little I have left!"

Harry chuckled, but pointed to the tasteful curtains against the wall to the left. "Through those, love...and peek in the cabinet under the sink when you get the chance, you'll love it."

Draco clambered out of the bed and padded rather delicately into the spacious bathroom the Room had created. The cabinet would have to wait a second as he found the toilet and sat with a sense of relief. Aside from a full bladder demanding attention, his body also happened to be full of another fluid, graciously provided in abundance by the stud in the other room. Not that he minded, but it was only by minutes that he had avoided losing control and spilling the lot of it in front of Harry. THAT was an embarrassment he would take any steps to avoid.

Draco prided himself on a certain perpetual tightness despite an active sex life, but after a night with that magnificent thing in him it was a bit harder to maintain his control...particularly right after the act itself.

When the flood tides from an entire night (and morning) of excess had receded, Draco took a moment to peek into the cabinet beneath the sink. To his surprise he found a full array of the very expensive grooming products he favored. He mused that every castle should have a Room of Requirement like this one. Bloody brilliant!

He wanted to give Harry a fair chance to use the bathroom before he showered, so he headed back into the bedroom, still an extravagant masterpiece despite the strewn clothes and rumpled sheets.

Harry was waiting by the bedside with pot of tea and a set of cups and saucers before him. "Close your eyes and think of what you REQUIRE for breakfast. This Room is awesome."

Draco did as asked and when he opened his eyes a tray of sweet rolls had joined the tea set before them. He was nearly purring with contentment as he curled himself up next to Harry. Naked breakfast in bed, in an enchanted room that catered to their every whim! No couple since the dawn of time could possibly have consummated their love more extravagantly than this! Eventually their last, somewhat tamer, hunger was sated and they made their way to the shower.

Neither of the boys had EVER showered with another person that mattered to them, and both had decided that since this room offered a unusually spacious bath, that it must have been an unconscious requirement. This was paradise.

The lavish products provided for Draco made for great fun as he introduced Harry to something better than a bar of Dial and a Drying Spell. The bathroom was filled with steam and the delicious scents of exotic fruits and oils from faraway lands while their hands explored each other intimately.

The only side effect was the unmourned rush to their mutual libidos, which led to an unanticipated final round of love-making in the hazy heat. Draco hadn't even cared when he didn't come in the traditional fashion. The glorious feeling of Harry in him had pushed right to the brink and left him sated and dizzy with the aftershocks of sex and yet he hadn't 'finished' in the usual way.

He did feel energized and giddy as they slipped from the shower and gently towelled each other dry. His moment of ecstasy had purely internal...he'd heard of such a thing but never felt it before. He imagined it must be like unto the orgasm of a woman, experienced purely within one's self.

It was actually a wonderful thing to him that only one person had ever made him feel that...Harry. He had given Draco everything imaginable...then crowned that accomplishment with things that hadn't even been imagined. Draco felt reborn, kissing as they pulled their clothes on. This gentle god that ruled him had driven away every bitterness in his heart and struck dead every lonesome ache and unfulfillable desire. If he died tomorrow, it would be with a smile that couldn't be removed...even from his breathless body.

If he had known what lay in wait for him in the days to come, such an easy death might have looked appealing by comparison.