Staking Claims

Disclaimer: H.P. is NOT mine so don’t sue. Also the correct quote at the end is “Slow dancing in a burning room.” It belongs to John Mayer.

A/N: Sorry for the cliffy but the sex scene wasn’t totally finished. It is now however, so read on!

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“Ha-Harry you don’t understand.”

/What is he thinking coming onto me like that? Doesn’t he realize I’m supposed to make a move on him later! Much later! /

Draco had to admit that Harry looked ravishing all disheveled and scarlet with excitement and he could do naught but stutter at his slowly advancing rival.

“Don’t understand what exactly, Draco?” His voice was a low purr that set Draco’s skin on fire. He could smell Harry’s scent all over the room, lingering on his rumpled clothes and sticking to his skin. It was a smell that was all Harry’s own, it was his mate and it screamed for him to take action.

“Harry, I’m not normal. I-I’ll need to…mate.” Draco’s words grew deeper as the lust slowly washed over him. “I want to mate,” His back hit the wall behind him sufficiently halting his retreat, “with you.” Draco’s desire was too strong now; Harry was too close and still slowly moving closer. The blond could smell his mate’s desire brimming over, a mingled scent of musk and anticipation. He also knew that Harry wasn’t thinking clearly, that their banter in the last hour, combined with their close proximity had worked to further their bond, thus affecting Harry. That and he could feel his Veela blood all a twitter with excitement boiling in his veins, calling for the other boy with a flood of undiluted Veela charm. Harry was now less then a foot away, his moss colored eyes dark with lust, his pupils dilated, almost covering the green, his flushed face feral with want.

“Then why back away?” This wasn’t Harry, Draco was sure of it. How could the bumbling, pouty, goody-goody Gryffindor be the same boy who was stalking ever closer to him like a dangerous animal on the prowl? How did he become the prey and Potter become the predator? He made no abrupt movements and chose to let Harry’s question go unanswered, hanging in the charged and crackling void between them. He breathed deep and suddenly the brunette was there, an inch from his face. He could feel Harry’s breathe ghosting across his lips and he greedily sucked it in.

/Mine. /

“Potter.” It wasn’t a question, it wasn’t a simple exclamation, it was a demand. Draco knew, deep down, it was wrong, wrong to take advantage but he couldn’t deny his mate so bursting with need. Harry was licking his lips only an inch away from Draco’s own and the Slytherin couldn’t bare the strain, he lunged forward and closed the gap between them. He roughly grasped the brunette’s neck and pulled Harry’s lips to his own with one swift movement, locking there mouths together in a scorching kiss. Harry acquiesced immediately, opening his mouth to the probing tongue and rewarding Draco’s move by moaning seductively into the boy’s mouth. The moan pleasantly strummed every nerve in Draco’s body and urged him further into the soft, warm, slightly chocolate tasting mouth. It would figure that Potter would taste like chocolate and strawberries and fresh cream. He was so pure, so innocent…Draco wanted to plunder him and claim him as his own. He wanted to mark him and press his teeth into that salty skin and make Harry his, forever.

Grabbing the Gryffindor’s waist and breaking their kiss, Draco dragged Harry to the floor and laid himself out on top of the writhing boy, reclaiming his position as the dominant force of the pair. Harry wrapped his legs around Draco’s slight waist and arched his back, eagerly pressing their groins together and Draco latched back onto Harry’s yielding lips, devouring them in a clash of tongue and teeth. Then, moving his head languidly, Draco laved and licked and nipped at Harry’s smooth neck and shoulders before moving to taste his earlobe, causing the boy beneath him to groan and thrust again earnestly upward. Harry began to move his hands feverishly over Draco’s body, tugging at his jeans and sliding warm hands into his shirt. Every inch of flesh that Harry’s roaming hands managed to find, burned with aching sensation, shooting sharp jolts to the blonds weeping cock. He allowed his hands, that had been currently nesting in Harry’s sable hair, to move down to Harry’s chest and waist, raising the shirt up and traveling across the vast expanse of toned muscle they found there. He tore the offending shirt off and sat back to appraise his lover, who stared wantonly back, hair mussed and eyes lidded, lips rosy and swollen. He stared at the chest before him; all Quidditch toned muscles and dusky, hard, blush-colored nipples. Draco ran his hand down the black treasure trail and let it settle at the base of Harry’s torso, just above the dark denim. Harry let his eyes slip shut with a hiss. When he grabbed Harry’s bulge over the denim the boy was set aquiver with excitement. Spurred on by his partner’s positive feedback Draco crawled down the chest and followed the dark, slightly curly trail of hair he found there to the edge of Harry’s jeans. Unbuttoning them he then released Harry’s engorged cock from the confines of its cotton prison and glanced up, revealing a wide, wicked grin.

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The Machiavellian prince that Draco Malfoy used to be in no way resembled the sighing, ethereal creature that was now devouring Harry’s length with fervor. Harry could not help but stare down and be overcome with the sense that Draco looked gorgeous between his legs. When the blond god paused to meet Harry’s eyes, as if on cue, Harry had to reach down to pull his lover up for a kiss. He worked his hands back around Draco’s waist, lifting the teen’s shirt and breaking their kiss only to remove it. He then flipped his partner over and attacked the blonde’s button fly with his teeth in a hungry show of passion. His move proved to be successful and revealed that Draco had chosen not to don undergarments that morning and it made Harry hotter then before. He yanked the jeans off in a quick pull and growling he went to work licking and kissing Draco’s abdomen, attempting to elicit some of the noises he had heard the Slytherin making earlier in the spare room. When his new lover released a strangled mewl of appreciation at Harry’s ministrations he sat up to finish removing the rest of his own attire and soon he was pressing his aching need into Draco’s own, groping towards release. He was desperately pushing against the blond who was rutting up in answer with increasing intensity but it wasn’t enough. He wanted to be filled by Draco. He wanted to be one with Draco and claimed by Draco. He wanted to mate with Draco. That thought in mind Harry pushed back roughly.

“I need you inside of me.” His voice, laced with lust and husky, sounded foreign to his ears but the sentiment rang true enough. Draco’s eyes widened and he flashed a look that said Harry had just handed himself to the Veela/Vamp on a silver platter and in essence, he pretty much had. Draco made quick work of dragging him back down and flipping him over. He then proceeded, without pretence, to lap at Harry’s puckered opening. Harry, shocked by sensation, reared back with a cry. Draco’s shallow laugh brought the brunette back to reality.

/Draco Malfoy is licking my bum. /

The exclamation sounded crude even in his mind. Torn between pleasure and confusion Harry could do nothing but moan at the Slytherin’s boldness. He couldn’t figure out how this had begun and he wasn’t totally sure he cared but this thing they were doing felt big. It felt bigger then Voldemort and bigger then Ginny and bigger then his own fucking life. He sucked in a ragged breath and against his better judgment moaned again. Draco’s tongue stiffened against his cheeks and he felt the small but strong muscle press against his opening.

“Wait.” Draco stopped immediately and Harry knew instinctively that the blond would not move until told to do so. “Draco, what are we doing? Why-why do I feel like this, what’s wrong with me?” Silence. “Draco, what’s going on?”

The blonds whimper cut through the stillness of the room like breaking glass. “It’s the charm, the Veela charm. The vampire in me has fed from you, which normally wouldn’t necessarily mark you…as a mate, but,” Draco’s voice cracked with straining need, “the Veela wants you, I-I want you.”

Harry let the information process but his aching cock was screaming for attention and Draco’s hot words rushing against his puckered hole spurned a heat in him he had never known. His sworn enemy wanted him and at this moment he wanted Draco, but would he feel the same tomorrow? Before he could answer the blond crawled up his body and softly eased Harry around to face him.

“Tell me what you want Harry. Do you want me?” With one look in Draco’s translucent, mercury eyes Harry knew he did, he really, really did.

“Yes.” His answer was soft and breathy but it was an answer nevertheless. Draco’s already lidded eyes slipped closed and before he opened them he asked again.

“Are you sure Harry? You do want me?” The fog fled from his mind and all he saw was Draco, unadulterated and beautiful.

“Yes,” he answered more clearly then before. Without any warning the Veela/Vamp lunged forward and caught Harry’s mouth in a rough kiss and a hand tangled behind his head, gently laying him down. His legs, moving of their own volition, spread wide, exposing himself to the blond consuming his lips. Then as Draco slid to kiss his neck he felt a finger press against his mouth and without really knowing why he reached his tongue out and caught the slender digit and pulled it between his lips, soon to be joined by two more. As Draco laved his neck he wet the wriggling fingers in his mouth. When the Slytherin’s face appeared before his own Harry paused to examine the curve of Draco’s cheek and every fleck of blue in the blonde’s eyes, every downy hair on his chin and each wrinkle above his brow. He was exquisite. Draco removed his hand and replaced the fingers, once again, with his tongue. Harry was almost too enraptured to notice the slow push of one of the fingers against him, almost. With a grunt the pale finger breached his first ring of muscle.

“Relax baby,” Draco cooed in his ear, “push against me, it will be easier.” Harry, who was by now more stimulated then ever before although in quite a bit of pain, relented and followed Draco’s instructions. He felt himself filled with the finger and soon a second was added. He breathed deep as Draco waited for him to relax again. When the wait was too long Harry wiggled down, forcing the finger deeper. His partner then scissored them before adding the third and final digit. Harry was near tears and about to tell Draco to stop when the blond hit something indescribable.

“Ugh.” Harry could barely contain his pleasure. He began to babble and began to fuck Draco’s fingers with intense concentration. When he felt as if he was going to come all over his lover the pleasure was removed and he hissed angrily in disapproval.

“Shh, love.”

/Love? /

Harry’s mind worked furiously in a pleasure induced haze. Love? Then, again with little warning, he felt the blunt tip of Draco’s leaking erection against his widened hole. Draco rocked for a moment, slicking Harry’s slit with precum, before gently easing in.

“God!” He gripped the pale shoulders above him and muffled his scream in Draco’s arm with his head violently flung to the side. “AH! AHH-ugh.” Huffing and in a panic he waited for his body to adjust to the intrusion. When he felt safe to move he nodded slowly against the arm he was gnawing on. Draco moved deliberately, but slow. Harry waited, listening to the labored and shallow, steady breathing above him, for Draco to hit that wonderful spot again and he did. White spots bounced in the Gryffindor’s vision and pleasure coursed through him like rushing, boiling water, burning him to the core. He threw back his head and released a wail, signaling to his partner that he had struck gold. Draco angled his thrusts to hit Harry’s sweet spot on every move. Meanwhile Harry couldn’t help but writhe in delight, bucking up and clawing at the pale, pristine back he so desperately cleaved to. Grunting with exertion, the boy above him lifted Harry’s legs up onto his shoulders and bent down to give Harry a deep kiss and sighing endearments into his mouth. Harry couldn’t hold back and letting out a feral cry of bliss, he came all over his chest and Draco’s, his hands scrambling into the platinum blond hair and his eyes tightly closed. Moments later he felt Draco bite into his neck and simultaneously fill Harry with his seed. Draco licked the wound and collapsed onto of him. In his contented peace he heard the blond whisper.

“It’s like dancing.”

“Hmm, wha-,” was all he could mutter.

“Being with you, it’s like dancing…in a burning room.” Draco was so eloquent. Before he passed out he made a point in his mind to write the blonde’s quote down.

“Yeah.”