Distorted Exposure

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AN: Happy Holidays/Merry Christmas.

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Harry hated himself for being able to walk away even as his body screamed at him for his stupidity. But as aroused as he was, Harry retained enough rationality to know that Malfoy had had enough to handle for one day. Still he did feel a sort of high with the slightly salty tang that was on his tongue from his rather cheeky actions and also from the thought of affecting Malfoy so.

Throwing himself onto the plush four poster bed, Harry closed his eyes and tried not to tune into the harsh breathing that still filtered from where Malfoy was, a pile on the plush carpet floor. But with every outward breath of the blond Harry felt his erection throb.

Through some miracle Harry finally managed to zone out, his hand only idly drifting over the constricting material of his pants, never too intent. But he was rudely driven from his peace as his unfocused field of vision was invaded by one angry, disheveled and undeniably sexy looking blond. Harry managed a smirk and a wink before Malfoy managed to open his mouth in rage.

“You are-”

“Talented? I know.” Harry cut in, not in the mood for Malfoy’s bullshit.

“Like hell Potter. I don’t want to know how many alleyways you had to fuck in before you gained that skill but that’s hardly the point.” The blond looked like he wanted to continue, in fact Harry could tell he was just getting into stride when he decided to cut him off.

“Unlike you, I tend to be a bit more civil to my lovers.”

“You consider what you just did civil Potter?” Harry chose not to respond.

“Why are talking to me?” Harry asked instead. Malfoy shut his mouth for a moment, completely thrown by the abrupt change of subject. “This isn’t like you. You’re one to run for cover and deny my existence if you can’t come out on top.”

“...” Malfoy seemed to have no answer to that. In fact his expression took to a thoughtful one and Harry took that moment to remember the blond as a face and not as the body that housed such a twisted soul such as the likes of Malfoy’s. “I’m hardly use to being violated by my enemies in the house of a stranger.” Malfoy replied at last.

“Violated? You were moaning like a whore Malfoy.”

“Shut up.” The blond murmured dangerously, though he flushed a little, whether in anger or embarrassment it was hard to say.

“Or what?” Potter sneered, hating himself a little more with each word that passed his lips. He knew he was acting just as vile as Malfoy but he preferred to strike before Malfoy had the chance to take a shot at him as he was sure the blond would have loved to do.

“I promise you, you won’t like the answer to that.” Malfoy hissed, his tone all buisness though Harry thought he could hear the anger seething just below the surface.

“Malfoy you can’t touch me.”

“Is that what you think?” Malfoy asked with a smirk but Harry wasn’t one to bow so easliy.

“Yes that’s precisely what I think. It use to be that you thought you were better than me because of your ‘pureblood’ status and now you know all that isn’t worth shit. You have nothing on me Malfoy and you hate the fact that I’m the better man.”

The blond rolled his eyes. “By who’s standards?”

“I have nothing more to say to you Malfoy, get the hell out of my face.”

“You have no right, no fucking right, to do what you did to me.” Malfoy hissed. Harry scowled. It was clear that the blond was pissed as hell and Harry could admit that he had the right to be and yet that didn’t mean he was any more in the mood to deal with the likes of Malfoy.

“But I did it anyways.” Harry murmured uninterestedly, smiling a little as he gazed up at the thick canopy above as opposed to the blond.

“It that all you have to say Potter?” Malfoy was just about in his face now, his weight resting enough on the materess to make it dip a little. Harry couldn’t ignore the cold hard anger in the storm grey eyes that bore into his own. And even a disheveled, post-orgasmic Malfoy was something to fear in anger. “You think you can do whatever the fuck you want and get away with it? Do you have any fucking clue who I am? I don’t let whores like you lick my shoe let alone get me off.”

“But you did.” Harry whispered.

“Shut up.”

“How about I shut you up?” Harry asked. He had thrown his head to the side, and was gazing in an unfocused manner at the far wall as though the seething blond that was practically on top of him was no important manner.

“What-”

Harry didn’t give the matter a second thought. Flipping the blond over in one easy movement he pinned the slightly smaller body to the bed and captured Malfoy’s bruised and worried lips in a fiery kiss. Nibbling, biting and sucking against the lower lip Harry ground his erection, which had come back with a vengeance at the sight of Malfoy, against the blond’s leg.

Thrusting his tongue into the blonds mouth and holding down the struggling, bucking blond Harry stuck his leg between Malfoy’s closed thighs, forcing them open. Exploring the blond’s mouth with his tongue, Harry eagerly swallowed the small sounds of protests that were in the back of Malfoy’s throat.

When he finally pulled away he saw a wild sort of anger in Malfoy’s eyes but it was weighed down by desperation also. Harry knew he wouldn’t go any farther. Not at that very moment at any rate. He had never been one to force himself on others no matter how much he wanted it and even scum like Malfoy was no exception and yet Malfoy didn’t seem to think him so noble and Harry couldn’t help but want to have a little fun from the position of power he found himself in.

“Stop.” Malfoy gasped.

“You have no idea,” Harry whispered, pretending not to hear. Sitting there, on top of a struggling Draco, Harry felt all the anger of years past wash over him and his frustration peaked. “No idea of what I could do to you.”

“You don’t have the balls Potter.” Draco spat, choosing to ignore the less than favourable postion he found himself in.

“Is that what you think?” Harry murmured hoarsely. He leaned down and nipped painfully at the skin of the blonds neck causing him to hiss and buck violently. Harry leaned in and kissed him once more, wanting to feel the delicious taste of Malfoy once more knowing he wouldn’t have such a chance ever again, not after all he had done. The thought that he was snogging his worst enemy filtered into his mind but Harry ignored it and focused instead on the delicious feeling of Malfoy’s tongue against his own.

And then he pulled away, releasing the shell shocked blond and seating himself on the edge of the mattress, his heart pounding intensely beneath his ribs and his mind still hazy. “Just stay out of my way Malfoy. If you know what good for you that is.”

Harry felt the mattress move and kept his eyes on the ground, not quite sure how Malfoy was going to respond. He felt a little repulsed by his own actions but more than that he felt the high of power and the elation that he could only get from getting one over on Malfoy. He heard Malfoy’s feet shuffle across the carpet and the muffled thump of the blond heaving himself angrily onto the couch.

The tension in the air was palpable. Harry threw himself back onto the bed and wondered how the next day would turn out after everything that had come to pass.

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AN: Yes I realize that it was very short and I apologize but I just felt like writing that scene. My next goal is the 30th but don't count on it because my next update depends on how I feel and whether or not I'm in a writing mood.

Anyways thanks for all the reviews, they made me happy and now because I've been a good author and updated, you all be good and review okay?

I'll fix up any typos and stuff later.

- Incessant_Darkness

Edit: I fixed up some of the most obvious mistakes. But updating during the holidays doesn't seem to be worth it, no has time to read I suppose.