The Devil Runs Wild

******* ~Accepting the Unchangeable~

Harry woke up early morning and rolled over in his bed to see Malfoy staring back at him.

“Well? What will it be?” Draco asked as if taking and order and stretched out languidly so that Potter could sample the merchandise.

“I..I don’t want that,” Harry said calmly. “I don’t want to order you around, Malfoy,” Harry said and rolled onto his back to stare at the ceiling.

He had had another dream; this one involving Malfoy licking chocolate off his nipples until he came. Now, because of that dream, Malfoy was in his bed.

“What did you dream about?” Malfoy asked quietly.

“Huh?” Harry turned his head. “Why? You know I dreamed about you; that’s why you’re here.”

“I know, Potter. I want to know what I did in your dream. If I’m in it, I have a right to know!” Draco said, bringing himself up to lean on his arm and look down at Harry with a waiting expression.

“How the hell do you figure that?” Harry asked and rolled his eyes as Malfoy just raised an eyebrow. “I..I don’t want to tell you,” Harry blushed.

“Oh come on, I know you want to tell me. And you don’t have to make me forget about it either. I’m a Slytherin, Potter; any sexual fantasies you have of me have probably been had by thousands of others,” Malfoy smirked and Harry couldn’t help but laugh lightly.

“You’re so full of yourself,” Harry said.

“And you like it, Potter,” Draco stuck his tongue out. “Tell me. Maybe I’ll do it.” Draco smirked at Potter’s blush.

Harry had a desire to have Malfoy do just that but he held in that desire, knowing that it wouldn’t be right to make anyone do anything like that and battled his arousal with logic.

“Malfoy…”

“Seriously, Potter,” Draco dropped his smirk. “I’ll fuck you,” and Harry sat up and backed up into the headboard.

“Huh?” Harry asked confused. Malfoy, the one who hated him, despised him, broke his nose, hurt his friends was saying that he’d fuck him.

“Look, Potter, it’s just sex. Don’t be so Gryffindor about it!” Draco said and sat up to move closer to Potter. “Besides, if we don’t die, I’m still going to be bonded to you and I’m not going the rest of my life without getting anything.” Draco brought a hand up to cup Harry’s check and Harry shivered. Apparently, Malfoy had thought this out and now seemed to have figured out a course of action. Harry envied that. “You don’t have to worry anymore; you don’t have to make me forget,” and Malfoy brought his face close to Harry’s.

Harry’s arousal was raging and flashes of images from his dream passed through his mind. Malfoy was giving him permission. He had said that he would have sex with him and had even made it clear that he would do so, for certain, if they were bonded for life. Malfoy’s lips were so close and Harry could feel Malfoy’s warm breath against his lips. His desire to have Malfoy closer won out. Malfoy’s eyes began to change to a lust-induced gaze and Harry waited for Malfoy to move first.

He did.

Malfoy’s lips ghosted across his own and Harry let out a breathy sigh as Malfoy darted his tongue out to wetten his upper lip. Harry tilted his head up in a plea for more contact. Malfoy took the invitation and dove his tongue inside his mouth and he moaned in approval.

I don’t want it, I don’t want it, Harry thought.

Malfoy pulled away slightly. “It’s ok, Potter. I know what you want now,” Draco said and Harry sighed with relief. This is the first time after Draco’s eyes had changed like that that he had spoken. It was a good sign that Draco was still Draco and not some completely controlled sex doll. Harry repressed the urge to quiver at the disturbing thought of a Draco Malfoy doll.

“Ok?” Draco asked, sliding his hand along Harry’s cheek.

Harry was overwhelmed with the new feeling of being caressed by Malfoy and reassured. Malfoy’s soft voice and gentle touch was completely different from the Malfoy he knew. He liked it; he grew harder.

Malfoy chuckled. “You want it?” Malfoy slid his hand up Harry’s thigh and Harry started panting. The other times they had been…well, together..it had been too fast to have time to think about it. Now, though, Harry was thinking. He decided he liked Draco talking back like this much more than not saying anything at all. Draco’s voice was…sexy.

“I’ll give you what you want, Potter,” Draco said and cupped Harry through his boxers.

“Aah! I..,” Harry began and looked at Malfoy again, whose gaze locked with his. And then Malfoy did the one thing that would completely reassure and comfort Harry: Malfoy smiled.

Harry couldn’t say anything at all, too lost in the white teeth and pretty lips of Malfoy’s smile. Malfoy massaged his balls and Harry gasped.

“What do you want, Potter?” Malfoy purred.

Harry licked his lips and flickered his eyes up to Malfoy’s. He could get lost in those eyes. Shakily, Harry replied, “You..I want…I want you,” Harry said and blushed. Malfoy chuckled.

“I know,” and Malfoy’s smile changed to a smirk. “Take off your shirt,” Malfoy ordered and Harry’s heart beat increased as he was reminded of the Malfoy from his dreams.

Overcome with arousal, Harry grabbed the hem of his shirt and slowly lifted up. He didn’t know what Malfoy would think of him, of what he looked like, and nervously tossed the shirt onto the floor.

Malfoy moved in close again and layed a delicate hand atop Harry’s bare chest. Harry’s breath caught as Malfoy moved his lips to his ear and whispered, “You’re such a hot, little slut, aren’t you, Potter?” Harry’s cock twitched in response. Malfoy chuckled darkly and moved his hand to roam over Harry’s nipples that instantly became erect at his touch. Malfoy grabbed his right nipple tightly and twisted. Harry moaned in pleasure and arched his back.

“Say please,” Malfoy said.

“Pl..ple..please,” Harry stuttered as Malfoy continued to tug and pull at that nipple.

“Good boy,” Malfoy said deeply and lowered his mouth to Harry’s nipple, catching it between his teeth and biting. Harry gasped. Malfoy’s lips covered his nipple and sucked while his other nipple was being twisted and pulled.

Oh Merlin, it was good! Malfoy’s tongue switching between his nipples, taking them in and biting or sucking them while his hands roamed his chest, grabbing and pinching his skin possessively.

Harry’s legs fell apart and he groaned crudely. Malfoy’s hand lowered to his crotch and lightly covered his erection. Harry was desperate for more contact but this is what he wanted. He wanted to be desperate, kept on the edge like this. He wanted to be submissive.

No, no, he didn’t want it, he thought.

Malfoy, as if understanding his anxiety, moved his lips up briefly to kiss Harry firmly, thrusting his tongue in deeply. Harry was losing control and Draco was taking it. Harry’s worry left him as he thrust wontanly up into the palm covering his cock. Malfoy chuckled and pulled back.

“Good,” he said, smirking and lowered his mouth back down to Harry’s abused nipples, continuing his assault with his tongue and teeth.

Harry moaned and thrust up into Draco’s palm, which now became a firm, solid, flat surface that Harry could hump against. Malfoy’s tongue dragged roughly against a nipple, as if trying to pick up a quarter off the floor. Harry’s mouth fell open in a slightly scream and his hips jerked continuously. Two of Malfoy’s fingers found their way inside Harry’s mouth and Harry sucked them instantly.

And there Harry was, laying of the bed, partially propped up against the headboard with Malfoy’s fingers in his mouth, his tongue on his nipples, and his palm covering his thrusting crotch.

And in one instantaneous moment, Malfoy bit a nipple and pulled with his teeth, shoved his fingers deeper into his mouth and pushed his palm down roughly on Harry’s cock and Harry came with a choked scream.

******

Harry didn’t know how much time had passed when he finally opened his eyes. Malfoy was looking down at him and smirking, his lustful gaze gone.

“I remember this time,” Draco said cheerfully. Harry didn’t know whether to blush in embarrassment or to smile at Draco’s cheerfullness about performing a sexual act on him. “I never knew you were so kinky, Potter,” Draco smirked.

Now Harry blushed.

“Don’t worry, Potter. I like it,” Draco said and smiled. Actually smiled. Harry’s heart lifted.

“Re..really?” Harry questioned shyly.

“Yeah, Potter. I really like it,” Draco said and leaned down to kiss him. Harry was shocked. He hadn’t even wanted a kiss.

“You..you can do that?” Harry asked. “I didn’t even…and you..you kissed me!”

“Well spotted, Potter. And this time I agree with you, I did kiss you! I remember it too!”

“But I thought you…you did what I wanted,” Harry said.

“I do. You wanted it just now, Potter. I know,” Draco winked at him and Harry was taken aback.

“How do you know?”

Draco shrugged. “I just do. It’s like having messages sent into my head. I’m aware of your desires…at least your sexual ones,” Draco said.

“And you weren’t aware of them before because I wanted you to forget?” Harry asked, still wrapping his mind around the whole bond thing.

“Yeah. It’s not that bad, even. They aren’t like strict commands; they’re like suggestions of what you would like,” Draco said. “Considering the type of bond that was placed in me, I consider myself lucky that I wasn’t bonded to the Dark Lord or someone else. You aren’t so bad,” Draco said, cocking his head to the side. “I was worried that you’d make me do something crazy, but just my luck, you’d prefer ME to do the crazy things to YOU,” Malfoy laughed and Harry just stared at him.

“You consider youself lucky?” Harry asked bewildered.

“Potter, I’m in a good mood. Don’t ruin it,” Malfoy said and rolled onto the bed, laughing again. “Merlin, Potter!” he breathed. “The things I could do to someone like you…”

And Harry shivered, wanting to know and not wanting to know at the same time.