Broken Toy

Warnings: none, just NC17…
Author Notes: This chapter is dedicated to lemonade8! *Hugs* I couldn’t believe it, but she drew up such a perfect pic of the H/D-characters in BT it made me shudder! And she did it all for me!!! To do with it whatever I would like to. Of course I wanted to put it right into the next chap, where it belongs. Title of the pic: “He was looking like an angel…”
Thank you again!!! You really made me happy!
Grmph, I'm quite distraught, the link doesn't work here.

But still curious? Well, enjoy!

And sorry it took so long to update. It's just that I sent off this chap three weeks ago to my beta and never heard of her again... I hope she's all right! *sniff*

Chapter Fourteen

“Say, didn’t you mention breakfast? I’m hungry as a wolf!” Harry’s voice sounded a bit breathless.

Both were squatting on the kitchen floor, back to back, heads leaning on each other’s shoulder. Still panting slightly himself, Draco got up. Which wasn’t easy as his knees felt wobbly.

Harry didn’t meet his eyes when Draco offered him the plate with the heap of scrambled eggs. Draco had to be cautious now. He wasn’t sure if the flushed cheeks and reddish ears of Harry were due to his recent activities or a sign of embarrassment. But Draco was pleased to notice Harry hadn’t reached for his dressing gown to cover himself. Instead he was sitting cross-legged on the floor, apparently unconcerned by his nudeness. His plate-free hand was fingering one of his knees absentmindedly, though. And still Harry wasn’t looking up.

“Draco. I’m sorry.”

Oh, no. Not this again!!! Draco couldn’t suppress a small sigh. He resignedly settled down beside Harry, balancing his own plate in his hand. What had he expected?

“I shouldn’t have said that.”

Oh! No long-winded stammers about coming too fast? Draco’s eyebrows rose in surprise, waiting for Harry to continue.

“I was angry. When I’m angry, I simply don’t know what I’m saying. Okay, that’s a feeble excuse… Seems like I still haven’t got my temper under control. That’s one of the reasons why I’m living alone… I’m not used to company. And I’m not used to… Argh, I simply don’t know how to handle all this right now.”

At the last moment, Draco managed to mask the spontaneous smirk that threatened to reveal his feelings and gave a thoughtful grimace instead. Only a Gryffindor, only Harry could be as honest as this.

Harry’s head swung around sideways, meeting Draco’s eyes at last. His face expressed nothing but pure sincerity.

“You are not like your father. Not at all. Really, believe me. And you don’t look like--”

“It’s all right,” Draco interrupted him. “No sweat.”

“Fine. You… really?” Harry’s mouth gaped open in astonishment. It was difficult, but again Draco hid his emotions successfully behind a nondescript face.

“Forget it. Eat!” Draco urged. “You are hungry!”

Harry stuffed a big heap of eggs into his mouth and started to chew. Eyeing him closely, Draco remarked proudly, “It’s my first omelette!”

Harry blinked once and swallowed hastily. After a quick sidelong glance he stuffed determinedly another forkful into his mouth.

“What is it? It’s cold, right? Shall I heat it up again?”

Harry shook his head, and, with an effort, gulped down his third forkful. “Erh, no…”

Harry’s eyes were moist. What…? Quickly Draco tried a small amount of the yellowish-brownish mass. Unceremoniously he spat the unpalatable stuff back onto his plate.

“But this is…” Draco got up in no time and smashed the food into the dustbin. “Urgh! How could you get it down your throat? This is disgusting!!! ”

Harry stood up too. “It isn’t that bad… Just a little bit too spicy, and, erh, too well-done, perhaps?”

“SPICY! WELL-DONE??” Draco tore the plate out of Harry’s hands and disposed of the inedible pulp.

“Hey…” Harry was grinning. He tried to calm Draco by laying his hand upon his chest, but jerked it away immediately again, apparently embarrassed by his own intimate gesture.

“Hm. I suggest we simply start anew?” Harry asked. “With breakfast, I mean,” he added quickly, reacting to Draco’s meaningful glance sliding down his body.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

When Draco returned after showering, he was greeted by the delicious odour of toasted bread mingling with the aroma of fresh coffee. His mouth watered, and his stomach rumbled audibly. He was hungry!

He had intended to share the shower with Harry, but had thought better of it. He didn’t want to push things too far too fast, right? Harry would need some time to adjust. Draco didn’t dare risk the new amiable companionship because of too rash actions. So he had nodded his consent when Harry suggested he would shower first and would then prepare another breakfast whilst Draco refreshed himself.

Harry was busy at the stove when Draco entered the kitchen. Creeping up inaudibly behind his back, he whispered directly into Harry’s ear, “Are you – is breakfast ready?” His satisfied laughter filled the room when Harry fidgeted and the spatula he was holding slipped out of his hand.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Although Draco had planned a homey meal in bed, he couldn’t complain about breakfasting in the kitchen. Both were eating in companionable silence. They had divided the Daily Prophet, and Draco had generously let Harry have the first pages of the paper. On and off Draco peeked over the top to steal a quick glance at the concentrated look on Harry’s face. It amused him that every now and then Harry’s facial muscles twitched. Draco knew exactly when Harry read something that either entertained or angered him.

Yes. Draco was definitely enjoying himself.

Loud barking disturbed the peaceful scene. Without looking up, Harry murmured, “I closed the living-room windows… The dogs are too dumb to come around here to be let in. Would you be so kind, please? I’m just reading this…”

Grinning, Draco hurried into the living room. The two dogs were behaving like mad beyond the closed windows, barking and yelping, trying to open the entrance with their paws. Before he could reach the other side of the room, his attention was distracted by something he noticed out of the corner of his eyes. He froze.

Nailed to the wall, right above the fireplace, was his braid.

In a trance, he continued his way toward the windows and let the excited pack in. Still stunned, he didn’t notice that Jack was springing up at him, trying to lick his nose.

Why…?

Jack gave a wild leap towards his chest, making Draco stumble backwards.

Then he knew.

It wasn’t what he thought at first. It wasn’t a trophy. He cursed his suspicious Slytherin mind.

Draco knelt down to properly greet the nervous animals. Alternately stroking and patting both dogs absentmindedly, a hesitant smile appeared on his face.

It was a symbol, of course.

As if he needed such a thing. He had separated from his former life what seemed like ages ago…

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

“Since when are you the head of the Magical Law Enforcement Squad?” Draco blurted out.

They were out for a stroll with the dogs. The sun was shining down and it was as hot as it had been the past few days; no breath of wind was perceptible. The grass on the meadows had lost its rich and cheerful colour of green; it had turned into a dull, burned-looking yellow. The leaves on the trees were hanging down limp and lifeless towards the earth, which was desperately in need of water. But no clouds were visible in the bright, steel-blue sky.

“I’m not.” Harry was panting slightly. They had just ascended one of the tiny hills surrounding Harry’s home. Every step they were taking was causing a slight dust cloud.

“What?” Draco didn’t believe his ears.

“Well, not officially. Practically, yes.” Harry was wiping sweat off his forehead. “Let’s sit down for a while, okay? I’m hot.” Unseen by Harry, Draco couldn’t help knowingly raising one eyebrow, leering.

They found a pleasant spot beneath one of the depressed-looking trees. Exhausted, they settled down in the sparse shadows.

“Officially Senilius Bones is still the head of the squad. Well, you see, he’s over 90 now. For the past two or three years he hasn’t been, well, let’s call it capable of handling affairs properly. I’ve already been, erh, assisting him for some time. And when his mistakes started to get embarrassing, I…” the speech was interrupted by a slight cough, “…well I just took over. Bones still represents the squad, and officially I’m his deputy, but I’m doing the real work. I’m quite satisfied with this arrangement. I detest being the center of attention…”

Draco had stretched out on the grass and was enjoying the peaceful surroundings. He grunted something to show he comprehended, eyes closed. Yes, he could understand that. Harry wouldn’t want to arouse public interest; he’d definitely had his share of being stared at.

“Listen, Draco. About the contracts--”

“I don’t want to talk about it now.” Draco interrupted without opening his eyes. “I just want to lie here in the grass and relax. Okay?”



A short silence followed.

“Okay.”

Draco felt movement when Harry lay down beside him.

The day was perfect. Just one tiny thing was missing. Eyes still closed, he groped beside him to search for Harry’s hand, stroking it gently, and was satisfied when Harry didn’t pull away. He wanted Harry to feel at ease and to relax.

After a few minutes, due to the constant, soothing movement of his own hand, he drifted off into sleep.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

He looked like an angel when he slept.

Harry had propped his head up on his arm and was watching Draco’s peaceful face. Never before had he been able to eye Draco unobserved and as close as this. He could detect some new lines on Draco’s face, evidence of what he had gone through in the past. The bloody Beautification Juice was definitely wearing off. But the little freckles on his nose, the flushed cheeks and the slightly opened mouth detracted from the wrinkles around his eyes, reminding him of the handsome boy he knew at Hogwarts. And whom he had loathed with all his heart.

Harry still wasn’t sure if what he did was right or wrong, but, to be honest, he didn’t give a shit at the moment. It just felt right.

He shifted a little. Immediately Draco’s loose grip tightened around Harry’s hand. Harry smiled, half surprised and half amused.

Yes. It just felt right.

Somewhere, off in the distance, a low rumble could be heard. The two dogs immediately sniffed the air suspiciously; both detested thunderstorms.

Harry’s head jerked up.

He had been so busy watching Draco’s innocent sleeping face that he hadn’t paid any attention to his surroundings. The air-pressure had increased, and a sticky film of sweat was added to his already damp skin. Dark grey clouds were shaping in the former bright-blue sky, turning its shades to an ugly grey. The sun was almost gone, partially hidden behind a menacing looking dark cloud.

A thunderstorm was definitely on the way. They should get back home right now.

“Draco?” Harry shook the sleeping man’s hand slightly.

“Hmmmm…” was the only response he got.

“Draco!” Propping himself up on his elbow, he leaned down towards Draco, who continued breathing evenly.

Letting go of Draco’s hand, Harry grabbed Draco’s shoulder and cautiously shook it, but it was only when Harry intensified the grip that Draco opened his eyes. He blinked several times, stretched and smiled vaguely.

Another clap of thunder announced its existence by an intrusive explosion, this time almost above their heads.

Draco’s glazed gaze became focussed, fixed on Harry’s face.

“We’ve got to--”

Whatever Harry had intended to say, he was silenced. Draco slung his arms around Harry’s neck and pulled him down for a deep kiss.

The upcoming storm was unimportant and simply forgotten. Somewhere far away, so it seemed, his dogs were whining. He didn’t react to their distress. He couldn’t. Not now. He just concentrated on the kiss, relishing the sensation of Draco’s demanding lips upon his own. His stomach fluttered pleasurably when Draco let his tongue slip into Harry’s mouth, caressing his gums.

Yes, it felt so right.

Harry’s groin tensed up, blood pumping into his penis, and he instinctively pressed his hips firmly against Draco’s thigh. He couldn’t remember when he had moved, but somehow he found himself lying halfway across Draco’s body.

A raindrop splashed down on his forearm. The cool water came as a shock to his heated skin, but he didn’t care. All that mattered was Draco’s lips and Draco’s chest.

He pushed his tongue further into Draco’s mouth and let it play around there. Step by step, he explored Draco’s gums, his even teeth, and his soft palate.

Harry’s stomach cramped with surprise when Draco’s tongue started to circle repeatedly around his. He knew the touch by now; he should be used to it, but it hit him like a punch in the midst of his body. Damn, he wasn’t a teenager any more; hormones didn’t influence him. He was a grown-up, respectable man, and he was straight.

And he was just crazy to touch the skin of Draco’s chest.

Shaking his head, Harry started to pluck cautiously at the fabric of Draco’s T-shirt, trying to pull it out of his trousers inconspicuously. Just bit by bit, inch by inch. He didn’t want to go too fast; and he didn’t want to…

His hands were shoved away.

His balls cramped in shock. Blood rushed into his face instead of his member. His heart ceased to beat rhythmically.

Draco pulled his T-shirt over his head casually and beckoned Harry to do the same. He lay down leisurely on his back, staring at Harry intently, arms sprawled out wide as if welcoming him.

Harry stared at the naked chest and frantically got rid of his T-shirt, almost ripping the seams. His stomach fluttered uncomfortably; he had never before felt this inadequate.

Two more raindrops fell down upon his arm. He didn’t notice them, nor the drops which were now splashing down in rapid succession upon his back.

Harry leaned down and let his chest glide slowly over Draco’s bare skin, conscious of the touch of hard nipples. He hadn’t imagined he would have liked the contact this much. The chest was unfamiliar, flat. He had to touch it, feel it. Instinctively he rubbed his upper body to and fro over the muscular chest, wondering why his stomach did little somersaults. His fingers searched for the erect nipples, drawing little circles around them with his thumbs, placing kisses all over Draco’s throat.

Draco groaned.

Harry held his breath.

He had never expected he would be able to cause any serious reaction in Draco. So what about this sound? Had he just imagined it? Or worse, was this the normal response Draco was used to producing in order to entertain the bloody customers? Was Draco entertaining him? His stomach cramped again, this time painfully.

He was inexperienced. He knew he was clumsy with the fair sex as a rule. He knew he always had to fight hard to reach a climax. He knew it hadn’t been an issue before; he deliberately had been choosing partners as inexperienced as he was. Or choosing partners he didn’t care about at all.

Embarrassment made him blush so vehemently the roots of his hair cried out in pain. Here was someone he couldn’t fool. Draco was an expert. He had to be, didn’t he? Harry’s red ears started to throb uncomfortably, and he tried to get rid of his awkwardness. All the passion and need he had felt just a second ago was gone. His body felt like a heavy sack upon the beautiful body wriggling underneath him.

His self-assurance all gone, Harry straightened up to scrutinize Draco’s expression, hoping to find … anything in his face.

Draco’s eyes were squeezed together, and his mouth was slightly opened. His eyebrows were puckered as if in pain. His breathing was laboured.

Harry had never seen an expression of such desperate longing before.

But - was it genuine?

Draco groaned again. The sound was rich and vigorous and - like a complaint?

For a second Harry caught a glimpse of dark grey eyes, staring at him. Then demanding arms were dragging him down, pressing him so close he had to gasp for air.

Harry forgot all about embarrassment. And his flushed face. And his inexperience.

He felt light-headed. And exhilarated. And…

He wanted more.

Bright lightning flashed above them, followed by an explosion of thunder and frantic barking from the dogs.

His fingers started to fumble hectically with the belt of Draco’s trousers. Why for Merlin’s pants wasn’t he able to open it? He frantically tugged at the leather.

His hands were shoved away. He was shoved away.

Oh, no! Shit. Please!!!

Harry realized that he’d actually shouted the word when Draco got up slowly, smirking, and touched his cheek with a quick but reassuring gesture.

Harry stared while Draco slipped out of his shoes and socks. He couldn’t help worrying his bottom lip while he watched Draco opening his belt, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling the zipper down. He felt that Draco was observing him intently, but he didn’t care. He didn’t want to miss a single move. He simply had to see.

Draco wriggled slowly out of his trousers. The sight of the bulge lifting the white boxers up made Harry’s hand lunge forward.

It was caught in midair.

“Please!” Harry was shaking his head, unable to comprehend that Draco would stop him once more. But he understood when Draco pointed silently at Harry’s pants. Of course. In no time he got rid of his clothes, but hesitated when it came to pull down his boxers. He looked at Draco expectantly, waiting for a clue how to proceed.

Now it was Draco’s turn to stare at Harry’s bulge, and somehow this made Harry tremendously uneasy. His member seemed to react to Draco’s stare; it started to twitch up and down nervously. He pushed his fringe back, trying to cover his returning shyness, and was astonished that his hair was wet.

Oh. It was raining. Hard.

The heavy downpour was soaking their undergarments in no time. Fascinated, Harry gaped at the outline of Draco’s clearly visible erection. His heart was still beating at a quick pace, but he managed to get his breathing under control.

This was it. This was what he wanted.

Simultaneously, both let their gaze wander leisurely upwards, taking their time to register every detail of the other’s body. When their eyes met at last, both were smiling.

After what seemed to be a long time, and without any haste, both wriggled out of their soaked boxers. They were still smiling as they watched the other’s erection spring free.

Another bolt of lightning illuminated their bodies; more thunder exploded.

Harry fidgeted.

Draco didn’t move.

A quick look at Draco’s face didn’t help at all. On the contrary, Draco was staring at some point beyond his toes, his features expressionless. He was waiting.

Harry gulped. His bloody nervousness had returned, unwelcomed.

It wasn’t as if he didn’t want to touch Draco, or better say his… well, penis. He wanted it so badly it almost hurt physically. But… What if he touched him too hard? Harry knew he was clumsy when he was excited. What if he hurt him? What if he did it all wrong? Stroked too fast? Or too slow? How the heck should he know what Draco liked and what he didn’t? What if Draco laughed his head off when he compared Harry’s inept attempts to the expert services of his former customers? What if Draco lost interest whilst Harry was trying to arouse him? What if this luscious erection becomes limp in my hand?

Seconds turned to minutes.

The cold rain was running down their bodies, ear-deafening thunder alternated with too bright lightning, the dogs still were barking like mad, and Harry’s head was whirling.

Draco sighed and reached out for Harry’s hand.

No. This time it was Harry’s turn.

Resolutely he pushed the hand away.

It would be as if he touched himself, right? He couldn’t do anything wrong, could he?

Determined, Harry laid his hand upon Draco’s thigh. After a last quick intake of breath, Harry cupped Draco’s ball-sac in his palm.

He had been wrong.

It didn’t feel at all like touching himself. Familiar, yes, but somehow so excitingly strange that Harry forgot all about being nervous. The balls felt soft. There was still no hair on them. He squeezed the vulnerable flesh slightly and, encouraged by a contented sigh from Draco, he cautiously started kneading. But his mind was already on the beautiful shaft, dangling right above his hand.

Now that he had started at last, Harry found he couldn’t wait a single second longer. Harry grabbed for Draco’s member with both of his hands, fondling and caressing it as if it was something fragile. Closing his eyes, he explored the hard piece of flesh, wishing to remember every single curve of it.

Oh, no, it didn’t feel at all like touching himself… The glans was more prominent, the veins more protruding. Draco was longer and thicker, but shorter and … slim? … What??? Harry had to examine more closely, he had to know for...

Draco’s hips shot upwards, accompanied by another groan. Instinctively Harry closed his fingers around the irresistible penis and started to move his hand up and down, relishing the feeling of the soft skin gliding along with his strokes. He let his thumb slip over the glans. It was wet with precome. What else could he hope for? Adding tempo to his strokes, he tore his eyes open to watch his hand wanking the familiar, but at the same time strange member, and Draco’s face alternately.

He wanted to suck him.

But what if he…?

To hell with the “ifs”!

Harry bent down and placed a small kiss upon the swollen head of Draco’s penis. His stomach fluttered; either Draco would like it or he wouldn’t react at all.

He hadn’t expected Draco’s vehement response.

Groaning loud, Draco’s hips shot upwards, smacking his member against Harry’s nose.

And Harry caught the hard member with his mouth.

Yes.

This was what he had fantasized about. He sucked in as much of the hard flesh as he could, never minding the saliva running down his chin. The taste of man and the feeling of the protruding veins upon his lips when he moved up and down Draco’s long shaft made him almost jerk off. He was so close, and he hadn’t even touched himself.

Harry cried out in anger when Draco shoved his head away.

He didn’t want to stop now; he wanted to lick and suck and taste on and on and on…

“Harry!” Draco’s voice was hoarse.

He didn’t want to listen. He wanted to make Draco come, now, with his lips and his mouth and his teeth. Harry tried to reach for Draco’s member once more, but his upper arms were enclosed in a steel-like grip, forcing him away.

“NOOOOO!” Harry was ready to go berserk.

Fighting like mad, he tried to prevent being forced to lie on his back. He stopped his resistance the very instant the meaning of Draco’s low words registered in his brain.

“Fuck me.”

Harry lay absolutely still, daring neither to move nor to breathe. He even suppressed the urge to blink.

Fuck… Draco???

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. No, please… He wasn’t ready for this, oh no, he wasn’t!

“Shush…” Draco placed a light kiss upon his lips. Unceremoniously he sat spread-eagled down upon Harry’s stomach. Harry thought his heart was ready to explode; it was beating way too fast.

“Sorry, but this is necessary…” Draco reached for his soaked jeans and pulled out a tiny jar from one of the pockets. “It will help, you know…” Harry was far too stunned to do anything other than stare at Draco getting out some jelly substance and reaching behind his back. Harry’s thighs jerked upwards when he felt his oversensitive member being coated with the lubricant.

Harry’s heart was definitely beating in his throat instead of beating within his chest.

This was way too fast.

But was it, really?

He wished to be anywhere else but wanted Draco to continue at the same time.

He held his breath, terrified, when Draco lifted his thighs. And it didn’t help him at all that Draco was observing him sternly, not allowing him to break his gaze.

The head of Harry’s member met some tiny opening, far too tiny to enter. He could never push his penis up there, never, it wasn’t possible, not at all, this wouldn’t work, this…

This felt so good, he just screamed.

Draco shuddered, taking in the whole length of him at once. Something in Harry’s head exploded, and his hips shot upwards, joining Draco’s deliberate movements. Encouraged by Draco’s audible breathing, Harry started to push his hips upwards and downwards faster. With every push he became more confident, and Harry wasn’t sure what drove him crazier – the sounds coming deep out of Draco’s throat or the incredible pressure upon his member.

He tried to plead with his eyes; he was sure he couldn’t stand this any longer, but Draco’s gaze challenged him to go on.

Thrusting faster and harder, Harry’s hands lunged forward, groping into thin air for support.

Draco bent over and caught Harry’s face in his palms, pressing hard kisses upon his lips.

Harry’s penis plunged in and out of the tight entrance with fast speed now, fucking Draco without any restraint, fucking as hard as he had never dared before. At the same time - and he couldn’t remember when he had started to - Harry tugged at Draco’s penis with his fist. The sounds Draco uttered didn’t seem to be emitted by a human throat. Or were the sounds Harry heard his own?

It took all of his self-control not to shoot off right away. Harry still wanted more. He wanted to hear more of the brute sounds; he wanted to hear Draco screaming. And he wanted Draco to come, right upon his chest. Now.

But his body betrayed him. His muscles tensed, and he knew he was near. Whatever he had planned or wanted desperately, he couldn’t pull it off. Harry hated himself for whimpering, but he couldn’t hold back any longer. It felt so good it hurt. Oh, yes, any time now…

Draco screamed.

His hot semen splashed all over Harry’s belly and chest, leaving a thick milky trace on his skin despite the heavy downpour.

Harry let go at once. The forced-back orgasm shook him so violently he was sure he was losing his mind. His voice toppled over when he screamed, and feverishly he pushed his hips upwards again and again until he was too weak to move.

Draco’s body dropped down upon his, and Harry held him as tight as he could. Every now and then, a slight shudder went through one of them.

They could have almost enjoyed the aftershocks, if it wasn’t for the constant downpour. Or the cold puddle they were lying in.

Harry stirred. “Shouldn’t we--”

Draco scrambled to his legs inelegantly. Harry tried to get up with some grace, but failed. They looked at each other and burst out laughing. Both were covered with mud, soppy hair flat to their heads, and water running down their faces and bodies.

Indecisively, Draco started to gather his clothes together; they were soaked by the rain.

“It’s idiotic to put them on again.” Harry’s voice was hoarse. “But we better get into our boxers. Just for decency’s sake, you know… The twins could be around when we get home…”

Still grinning like mad, they ran down the hill, the relieved dogs in tow, happy to get home.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

They made it without being observed by anyone.

Laughing, they burst into the living room, throwing their wet clothes to the floor. A low outcry rooted them to the spot.

Ginny was sitting right in the middle of their blue sofa. Obviously she had been waiting for them.

She was observing them closely, her eyes taking in every detail of their half-naked, wet bodies. Harry was all too conscious of the fact that their soaked boxers concealed nothing.

“Now how disgusting is this?” Her voice was cold as ice.