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Seducing the Beast
Chapter Number/Total: 13/36
Chapter Title: Seducing the Beast
Words: 2408 Words
Draco had never been to the Black house. He found the portrait's tantrum particularly amusing, but most of all, he wanted a bath. He drew the water as hot as he could stand it and climbed in, sighing.
The door to the bathroom opened just a bit, and Harry poked his head in. "Draco?" he asked softly.
"What?" Draco's voice sounded like a growl now even when he only intended for it to be annoyed. "I am taking a bath," he told Harry when he remembered the man couldn't see him.
"Oh, can I stay in here with you?" Harry bit his lip, hearing the growl, but taking a chance.
Draco looked at him and felt ... soft. His voice sounded more like a purr this time. "Come in."
Harry stepped inside and closed the door behind him, reaching out for the sink. He gripped the edge as he used it to guide himself to the toilet, where he sat down.
Draco sighed, relaxing with most of his body underwater. He still wouldn't look in the mirror, but this was the first time he had really allowed himself to see what the were-contamination had made of his body.
He was stronger, he already knew that. Even without much food, he hadn't become as weak as he would have thought, but he was still lean, well, more thin than lean, at the moment. The weirdest change for him was the amount of body hair. Soft white-blond body hair, not as thick as fur but still, a lot more than he'd had before.
Harry sat quietly, just content with being in the same room as Draco. Since they'd gone to Grimmauld Place, Harry started to improve on moving around alone. He used the walls and various things to grip on to, and he tried not to ask for help. He followed Draco everywhere he went, feeling comfortable only when he knew he was there.
"I wonder if I should get a Hair Growing Potion," Draco said. "Tonks sheared nearly all my hair off."
"Maybe you should. But would that make the rest of your hair grow longer, too?" Harry suggested.
Draco snorted. "That would be redundant," he said, then realised that Harry hadn't touched him like that since before and probably had no idea about the fur. "The potion is put directly on the hair you want to grow," he explained.
"Oh, okay. That makes sense," Harry said, blushing a bit at his stupid question.
"Your hair is so thick," Draco teased. "You would never need it. Probably need to cut it more often, too."
Harry grinned, patting down his hair. It was a lot longer than before. "You think I should cut it now? It's long. This is probably the longest I've ever kept it."
Draco swallowed, looking at that thick hair and imagining what it would feel like to run his hands through it. He looked at them, shuddering at the claws before making a fist of them so hard that it hurt.
"Draco?" he asked, wondering why he hadn't answered yet.
"I like your hair," he said quietly.
"Thank you. I like yours, too." He got up and knelt down in front of the tub, dipping his fingers in the water for a moment. "Feels good."
"Harry?" Draco asked quietly. "What are you doing?"
"Nothing. I just wanted to feel the water," he replied, flicking a bit at him playfully.
"You are teasing me again," Draco huffed. "You know I can't ...."
"I'm not teasing," he whispered, pulling his hand back.
Draco took a breath and then submerged his head under the water. He stayed there for nearly a minute and then came back up, water streaming down.
"Can I come in with you?" Harry tried asking, looking nervous.
Draco groaned. That was it! Harry had got him out of Azkaban for a different kind of torture. "Harry," he said quietly, "I don't think that would be a good idea."
Harry nodded, sighing softly. He rested his chin on the edge of the tub and went back to waving his fingers through the water. "It was worth a try," he sighed.
"What do you want from me, Harry?" Draco moaned. He was still as turned on as ever by the other man. In fact, it was worse. With a heightened sense of smell, the scent of him was driving Draco crazy.
"I like it when you hold me," Harry answered truthfully, dipping his entire hand in the water.
"I am not some oversized teddy bear," Draco snapped. "And you make me ... arrgghh!" He smacked the water with a loud splash.
Harry jumped, the water splashing on his face and surprising him. He moved back a bit, breathing harder as his heart sped up. He still wasn't used to surprises, even things as simple as that.
"Harry, I didn't mean to ... oh, fuck." Draco hung his head, concentrating on breathing evenly.
"It's okay," Harry said. "I'm fine." He used his shirt to wipe away the water before he moved close again, reaching out to rest a hand on Draco's shoulder.
Harry's touch made Draco shiver and he swore he wanted to cry. His cock had other ideas.
Harry's hand slipped down his chest and back into the water as he got back into the position he was in before, chin gently resting on the edge.
"Harrryyy ...!" Draco wasn't sure whether he sounded like he was complaining or begging. To be honest, he didn't know which one.
Harry, of course, couldn't see the play of the emotions on his face. "Draco ...?"
Draco sat up in the tub abruptly, dislodging Harry's hand. "I'm getting out of the tub," he said to the other man.
Harry nodded and moved back, hoping he gave Draco enough room to get out.
Draco climbed out the tub, grateful that Harry's blindness kept him from seeing how aroused he was. He began drying himself, still very aware of the other man's presence.
"I could help," Harry said, standing up. "Let me."
"No," Draco said, his voice a bit strained.
"Let me," Harry said and moved closer, reaching for the towel.
Draco flattened himself against the wall, avoiding Harry's hands and looking to the door. Why was Harry doing this?
Harry stopped when he couldn't find him, letting his hands fall to his sides. "Why won't you let me?" Harry pleaded.
Draco groaned. "Harry, we have talked about this ... what I have turned into."
"I don't care. You love me, right? I still want you," Harry answered, stepping forward.
Draco was cornered. Harry was between him and the door. He considered shoving the man out of the way but was worried about hurting him. He growled, low and dangerous sounding. "Harry, you can't, we can't ...."
Harry bit his lip at the growl, shaking his head. He didn't move back, but he stepped forward again. "I'm not expecting that right now. I just need you to ...." He paused, not knowing how to explain it.
Draco was shaking, his back to the wall and his claws digging into the towel in his hands. He moved his hands in front of him, trying to wrap the towel around his waist, to cover himself. The look in Harry's eyes, the smell of him, the heat of him -- it was all combining to heighten Draco's arousal.
"Draco? Please say something so that I know you heard me," he whispered, reaching out for him.
Draco snorted, unable to find words to either protest or plead with Harry anymore. It was so difficult to keep pushing the man away. He still loved Harry as much as he ever had, but he couldn't stand the idea of Harry touching him out of pity or some misguided sense of loyalty. He also couldn't stand the idea of never touching Harry again.
Harry gently touched Draco's chest, petting the soft, wet hairs. "Say something," he whispered again.
"P-please," was all Draco managed, trembling as Harry petted him. His heart was beating wildly, and he felt on the verge of crying or screaming.
Harry's hands moved up, and he wrapped his arms around Draco's neck. "Please what?" he asked.
Draco was panting at the feeling of Harry's body so close and his arms around him. A tear did fall now, as he struggled for the willpower to do something, anything.
Harry pressed close, leaning up and kissing Draco's cheek. "Please, what?" he asked again.
Harry's body was pressed against his own, making his heart skip a beat and his cock twitch. He knew now that the other man could feel his erection and he felt trapped. "I don't want to hurt you," he whispered.
"You won't hurt me. Cuts and scratches are nothing and you know it," Harry said firmly, licking along his jaw.
"My teeth, the fangs. And the claws ..." Draco protested.
"You won't hurt me," Harry insisted, arms tightening.
"I did, before," Draco whispered.
"You didn't ... you didn't hurt me. I swear," he answered softly.
"The screams, the blood ..." Draco protested.
"You didn't hurt me," Harry went on, shaking his head.
"What do you want?" Draco asked, wanting so much but unwilling to admit it.
"I can feel what you want." Harry rubbed against him, shuddering slightly.
"Gods, Harry!" Draco gasped, trembling as he fought the urge to throw the other man to the floor. Harry had to do this. He couldn't. He didn't trust himself.
Harry slowly fell to his knees, pulling the towel away as he did. He reached out and wrapped a hand around Draco's cock, stroking him once.
"Fuck," Draco gasped as Harry's hand wrapped around him. He clenched his fists again, claws digging into his palms.
Harry took a deep breath, liking the change in how this was happening. He had a choice. He leaned forward and sucked the head of Draco's cock into his mouth, swirling his tongue around.
Draco threw his head back with a thunk into the wall. His head was already spinning from the sensation so he hardly cared about the bump. His eye slid closed and he moaned as Harry's tongue swirled over his glans. Was he more sensitive, or had it just been too long?
Harry smiled, liking the reaction as he began to suck hard, using his hand to stroke what he couldn't reach.
Draco forced himself to open his eye, watching Harry on his knees sucking him. He was so beautiful, Draco wanted to rip Harry's clothes off, throw him down and fuck him. Instead, he dug his claws into his palms so hard he could feel the skin give under them.
Draco's cock felt larger than he remembered, but Harry tried his best as he began to bob his head, his lips tightening around him.
Draco could smell his own blood, mingled with the scent of both their arousal. It was enough to push him over and he could feel his balls tighten. "Harry, going to ...."
Harry continued to suck hard, not slowing down or stopping. He hummed in approval when he heard Draco, wanting him to come.
Draco growled, coming into Harry's mouth, his whole body shuddering and swaying with the effort not to thrust hard.
Harry swallowed as much as he could, still bobbing his head and sucking lightly as Draco shuddered.
"Stop," Draco gasped, his cock so sensitive it almost hurt now.
Harry pulled back immediately, relaxing back on his heels as he licked away the rest of Draco's come.
Draco groaned, still half hard even after coming. He watched Harry lick his come off his lips and wanted to lick them too. "Come here," he growled, still pressed against the wall.
Harry slowly stood up, leaning forward and kissing him lightly. "Did you like it?" he asked shyly.
Draco leaned forward, licking at Harry's lips. "Yes, very much," he whispered against Harry's mouth. "Do you want to fuck me, Harry?"
Harry swallowed, but nodded, kissing him again. "Yes, but I can't see," he whispered.
"Does that matter?" Draco asked, voice still low as he whispered against his face.
"I wanted to ...." He bit his lip, sighing softly. He was beginning to lose hope of ever getting his sight back again. "It shouldn't matter though."
"I don't think I could bear you looking at me now," Draco said, pain in his voice.
"Of course I could, Draco," he answered, cupping the scarred side of his face, "Stop saying that."
"Not you, me." Draco whispered. "I can't ...."
"Draco, please listen to me," he murmured, kissing him again. "You'll always be beautiful to me. No matter how many scars you have or what, I love you."
"Gryffindor git," Draco sighed, but without heat. "Take me to your bed before I lose my nerve," he added.
"Okay ..." Harry said, reaching out for his hand and taking it. "Why is your hand bleeding?" he asked softly, feeling the warm wetness on his fingers.
"Claws are sharp," Draco answered, pulling his hand away from Harry. "Let me wash them," he said, stepping to the sink.
Harry nodded and stepped away, giving him room. Without thinking, he sucked a finger with Draco's blood on it into his mouth.
Draco's eyes widened at Harry's behaviour, his breathing, which had calmed down some, sped up again. He rinsed the blood off his claws and palms, noting that the wounds were sealing up already. Then he turned back to Harry. "I'm ... ready," he said hesitantly.
Harry nodded, letting his hand fall as he turned in what he thought was the direction of the door.
"Take my arm, Harry," Draco said as they left the bathroom, bending his elbow for Harry.
Harry took it, letting him guide the rest of the way to the bedroom. "I want to learn my way around this house alone, Draco," he said softly. "Maybe I should get a cane or something that would help me."
"Or you could use magic," Draco said. "You need to get a new wand."
"They said that a long time ago. I don't think they even trust me with a wand," he replied.
"You need to go get one and to hell with anyone who doesn't trust you," he said. Not mentioning, of course, that he was no longer allowed a wand. They had destroyed his when they sent him to Azkaban.
"I'll have to go with someone," he answered quietly, shrugging.
Chapter Title: Seducing the Beast
Words: 2408 Words
Draco had never been to the Black house. He found the portrait's tantrum particularly amusing, but most of all, he wanted a bath. He drew the water as hot as he could stand it and climbed in, sighing.
The door to the bathroom opened just a bit, and Harry poked his head in. "Draco?" he asked softly.
"What?" Draco's voice sounded like a growl now even when he only intended for it to be annoyed. "I am taking a bath," he told Harry when he remembered the man couldn't see him.
"Oh, can I stay in here with you?" Harry bit his lip, hearing the growl, but taking a chance.
Draco looked at him and felt ... soft. His voice sounded more like a purr this time. "Come in."
Harry stepped inside and closed the door behind him, reaching out for the sink. He gripped the edge as he used it to guide himself to the toilet, where he sat down.
Draco sighed, relaxing with most of his body underwater. He still wouldn't look in the mirror, but this was the first time he had really allowed himself to see what the were-contamination had made of his body.
He was stronger, he already knew that. Even without much food, he hadn't become as weak as he would have thought, but he was still lean, well, more thin than lean, at the moment. The weirdest change for him was the amount of body hair. Soft white-blond body hair, not as thick as fur but still, a lot more than he'd had before.
Harry sat quietly, just content with being in the same room as Draco. Since they'd gone to Grimmauld Place, Harry started to improve on moving around alone. He used the walls and various things to grip on to, and he tried not to ask for help. He followed Draco everywhere he went, feeling comfortable only when he knew he was there.
"I wonder if I should get a Hair Growing Potion," Draco said. "Tonks sheared nearly all my hair off."
"Maybe you should. But would that make the rest of your hair grow longer, too?" Harry suggested.
Draco snorted. "That would be redundant," he said, then realised that Harry hadn't touched him like that since before and probably had no idea about the fur. "The potion is put directly on the hair you want to grow," he explained.
"Oh, okay. That makes sense," Harry said, blushing a bit at his stupid question.
"Your hair is so thick," Draco teased. "You would never need it. Probably need to cut it more often, too."
Harry grinned, patting down his hair. It was a lot longer than before. "You think I should cut it now? It's long. This is probably the longest I've ever kept it."
Draco swallowed, looking at that thick hair and imagining what it would feel like to run his hands through it. He looked at them, shuddering at the claws before making a fist of them so hard that it hurt.
"Draco?" he asked, wondering why he hadn't answered yet.
"I like your hair," he said quietly.
"Thank you. I like yours, too." He got up and knelt down in front of the tub, dipping his fingers in the water for a moment. "Feels good."
"Harry?" Draco asked quietly. "What are you doing?"
"Nothing. I just wanted to feel the water," he replied, flicking a bit at him playfully.
"You are teasing me again," Draco huffed. "You know I can't ...."
"I'm not teasing," he whispered, pulling his hand back.
Draco took a breath and then submerged his head under the water. He stayed there for nearly a minute and then came back up, water streaming down.
"Can I come in with you?" Harry tried asking, looking nervous.
Draco groaned. That was it! Harry had got him out of Azkaban for a different kind of torture. "Harry," he said quietly, "I don't think that would be a good idea."
Harry nodded, sighing softly. He rested his chin on the edge of the tub and went back to waving his fingers through the water. "It was worth a try," he sighed.
"What do you want from me, Harry?" Draco moaned. He was still as turned on as ever by the other man. In fact, it was worse. With a heightened sense of smell, the scent of him was driving Draco crazy.
"I like it when you hold me," Harry answered truthfully, dipping his entire hand in the water.
"I am not some oversized teddy bear," Draco snapped. "And you make me ... arrgghh!" He smacked the water with a loud splash.
Harry jumped, the water splashing on his face and surprising him. He moved back a bit, breathing harder as his heart sped up. He still wasn't used to surprises, even things as simple as that.
"Harry, I didn't mean to ... oh, fuck." Draco hung his head, concentrating on breathing evenly.
"It's okay," Harry said. "I'm fine." He used his shirt to wipe away the water before he moved close again, reaching out to rest a hand on Draco's shoulder.
Harry's touch made Draco shiver and he swore he wanted to cry. His cock had other ideas.
Harry's hand slipped down his chest and back into the water as he got back into the position he was in before, chin gently resting on the edge.
"Harrryyy ...!" Draco wasn't sure whether he sounded like he was complaining or begging. To be honest, he didn't know which one.
Harry, of course, couldn't see the play of the emotions on his face. "Draco ...?"
Draco sat up in the tub abruptly, dislodging Harry's hand. "I'm getting out of the tub," he said to the other man.
Harry nodded and moved back, hoping he gave Draco enough room to get out.
Draco climbed out the tub, grateful that Harry's blindness kept him from seeing how aroused he was. He began drying himself, still very aware of the other man's presence.
"I could help," Harry said, standing up. "Let me."
"No," Draco said, his voice a bit strained.
"Let me," Harry said and moved closer, reaching for the towel.
Draco flattened himself against the wall, avoiding Harry's hands and looking to the door. Why was Harry doing this?
Harry stopped when he couldn't find him, letting his hands fall to his sides. "Why won't you let me?" Harry pleaded.
Draco groaned. "Harry, we have talked about this ... what I have turned into."
"I don't care. You love me, right? I still want you," Harry answered, stepping forward.
Draco was cornered. Harry was between him and the door. He considered shoving the man out of the way but was worried about hurting him. He growled, low and dangerous sounding. "Harry, you can't, we can't ...."
Harry bit his lip at the growl, shaking his head. He didn't move back, but he stepped forward again. "I'm not expecting that right now. I just need you to ...." He paused, not knowing how to explain it.
Draco was shaking, his back to the wall and his claws digging into the towel in his hands. He moved his hands in front of him, trying to wrap the towel around his waist, to cover himself. The look in Harry's eyes, the smell of him, the heat of him -- it was all combining to heighten Draco's arousal.
"Draco? Please say something so that I know you heard me," he whispered, reaching out for him.
Draco snorted, unable to find words to either protest or plead with Harry anymore. It was so difficult to keep pushing the man away. He still loved Harry as much as he ever had, but he couldn't stand the idea of Harry touching him out of pity or some misguided sense of loyalty. He also couldn't stand the idea of never touching Harry again.
Harry gently touched Draco's chest, petting the soft, wet hairs. "Say something," he whispered again.
"P-please," was all Draco managed, trembling as Harry petted him. His heart was beating wildly, and he felt on the verge of crying or screaming.
Harry's hands moved up, and he wrapped his arms around Draco's neck. "Please what?" he asked.
Draco was panting at the feeling of Harry's body so close and his arms around him. A tear did fall now, as he struggled for the willpower to do something, anything.
Harry pressed close, leaning up and kissing Draco's cheek. "Please, what?" he asked again.
Harry's body was pressed against his own, making his heart skip a beat and his cock twitch. He knew now that the other man could feel his erection and he felt trapped. "I don't want to hurt you," he whispered.
"You won't hurt me. Cuts and scratches are nothing and you know it," Harry said firmly, licking along his jaw.
"My teeth, the fangs. And the claws ..." Draco protested.
"You won't hurt me," Harry insisted, arms tightening.
"I did, before," Draco whispered.
"You didn't ... you didn't hurt me. I swear," he answered softly.
"The screams, the blood ..." Draco protested.
"You didn't hurt me," Harry went on, shaking his head.
"What do you want?" Draco asked, wanting so much but unwilling to admit it.
"I can feel what you want." Harry rubbed against him, shuddering slightly.
"Gods, Harry!" Draco gasped, trembling as he fought the urge to throw the other man to the floor. Harry had to do this. He couldn't. He didn't trust himself.
Harry slowly fell to his knees, pulling the towel away as he did. He reached out and wrapped a hand around Draco's cock, stroking him once.
"Fuck," Draco gasped as Harry's hand wrapped around him. He clenched his fists again, claws digging into his palms.
Harry took a deep breath, liking the change in how this was happening. He had a choice. He leaned forward and sucked the head of Draco's cock into his mouth, swirling his tongue around.
Draco threw his head back with a thunk into the wall. His head was already spinning from the sensation so he hardly cared about the bump. His eye slid closed and he moaned as Harry's tongue swirled over his glans. Was he more sensitive, or had it just been too long?
Harry smiled, liking the reaction as he began to suck hard, using his hand to stroke what he couldn't reach.
Draco forced himself to open his eye, watching Harry on his knees sucking him. He was so beautiful, Draco wanted to rip Harry's clothes off, throw him down and fuck him. Instead, he dug his claws into his palms so hard he could feel the skin give under them.
Draco's cock felt larger than he remembered, but Harry tried his best as he began to bob his head, his lips tightening around him.
Draco could smell his own blood, mingled with the scent of both their arousal. It was enough to push him over and he could feel his balls tighten. "Harry, going to ...."
Harry continued to suck hard, not slowing down or stopping. He hummed in approval when he heard Draco, wanting him to come.
Draco growled, coming into Harry's mouth, his whole body shuddering and swaying with the effort not to thrust hard.
Harry swallowed as much as he could, still bobbing his head and sucking lightly as Draco shuddered.
"Stop," Draco gasped, his cock so sensitive it almost hurt now.
Harry pulled back immediately, relaxing back on his heels as he licked away the rest of Draco's come.
Draco groaned, still half hard even after coming. He watched Harry lick his come off his lips and wanted to lick them too. "Come here," he growled, still pressed against the wall.
Harry slowly stood up, leaning forward and kissing him lightly. "Did you like it?" he asked shyly.
Draco leaned forward, licking at Harry's lips. "Yes, very much," he whispered against Harry's mouth. "Do you want to fuck me, Harry?"
Harry swallowed, but nodded, kissing him again. "Yes, but I can't see," he whispered.
"Does that matter?" Draco asked, voice still low as he whispered against his face.
"I wanted to ...." He bit his lip, sighing softly. He was beginning to lose hope of ever getting his sight back again. "It shouldn't matter though."
"I don't think I could bear you looking at me now," Draco said, pain in his voice.
"Of course I could, Draco," he answered, cupping the scarred side of his face, "Stop saying that."
"Not you, me." Draco whispered. "I can't ...."
"Draco, please listen to me," he murmured, kissing him again. "You'll always be beautiful to me. No matter how many scars you have or what, I love you."
"Gryffindor git," Draco sighed, but without heat. "Take me to your bed before I lose my nerve," he added.
"Okay ..." Harry said, reaching out for his hand and taking it. "Why is your hand bleeding?" he asked softly, feeling the warm wetness on his fingers.
"Claws are sharp," Draco answered, pulling his hand away from Harry. "Let me wash them," he said, stepping to the sink.
Harry nodded and stepped away, giving him room. Without thinking, he sucked a finger with Draco's blood on it into his mouth.
Draco's eyes widened at Harry's behaviour, his breathing, which had calmed down some, sped up again. He rinsed the blood off his claws and palms, noting that the wounds were sealing up already. Then he turned back to Harry. "I'm ... ready," he said hesitantly.
Harry nodded, letting his hand fall as he turned in what he thought was the direction of the door.
"Take my arm, Harry," Draco said as they left the bathroom, bending his elbow for Harry.
Harry took it, letting him guide the rest of the way to the bedroom. "I want to learn my way around this house alone, Draco," he said softly. "Maybe I should get a cane or something that would help me."
"Or you could use magic," Draco said. "You need to get a new wand."
"They said that a long time ago. I don't think they even trust me with a wand," he replied.
"You need to go get one and to hell with anyone who doesn't trust you," he said. Not mentioning, of course, that he was no longer allowed a wand. They had destroyed his when they sent him to Azkaban.
"I'll have to go with someone," he answered quietly, shrugging.