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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult ++
Chapters:
36
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40,015
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227
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2
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Bad Wolf
Chapter Number/Total: 16/36
Chapter Title: Bad Wolf
Words: 2161 Words
Draco was sitting in their room, on the floor under the window. He had calmed down but didn't know what he should do next. He couldn't even get himself something to eat. Helpless and dangerous, he thought, what a combination.
Harry shuffled into the room a long while later, feeling along the wall to make sure he was in the right one. His finger sunk into a small groove he made when they first moved him, indicating that he was in the right room. He moved and sat on the first bed he reached, not even knowing if Draco was in the room or not.
Draco heard him long before he reached the room. The enhanced hearing was interesting, but had its downside too. He could smell him from the other side of the room. "I am here," he said quietly.
"Oh, hey ... uhm, Draco, can I talk to you?" he asked, shifting onto the bed more.
"Yes," Draco said.
"You're afraid that you'll hurt me, right?" he started, wondering how he was going to explain this.
"Of course I am," Draco said, sounding annoyed.
"The pain doesn't bother me, Draco. You saw last night," he said.
Draco's head came up and he looked at Harry. He got up from the floor and walked over, standing and looking down at him. "What do you mean?" he asked, curious now.
"It doesn't bother me," Harry repeated, not seeming to notice that Draco had moved. "Like ... I ... I actually like it sometimes ...." He was sure he was flushed red.
"You like pain?" Draco asked softly, standing only a few feet from Harry.
He swallowed, the actual statement floating through his head for a long moment. "... Yeah ...."
Draco was at a loss for words. This had never occurred to him. Even though, given his own inclinations, it should have. "Tell me something painful you have liked," he said, still not sure he believed him.
"In the cell, that day I got you out. When you slammed me back against the floor and you were on top of me," he said, not believing that he was saying this at all. "I liked that, even though you couldn't tell."
Draco's eye widened. "What else?"
"Uhm, I might as well say that I cut my thumb on purpose," he murmured, embarrassed again.
"On my claw?" Draco asked. "You like the claws?" His tone was disbelieving now.
"Yeah, sharp," he whispered, beginning to breathe faster.
He could smell desire on Harry when he spoke and it caught his attention faster than the words. "You do," he said in wonder, his own pulse speeding up.
"Yeah, I do," Harry answered, biting his lip gently. "Where are you?"
"Standing by the bed, follow my voice," Draco answered.
Harry turned, crawling over to the edge of the bed where he heard Draco.
Draco watched him come toward him, having to hold himself from either jumping on or backing away from him. The wolf instincts were confusing, but they certainly heightened his arousal.
"Come closer," he whispered, reaching out for him. "Please ...."
The submissive pose was exciting and his senses seemed even sharper. Without realising what he was doing, Draco climbed onto the bed and pinned Harry, face down, Draco's clawed hands holding Harry's hands tight and his body pressing the other man into the mattress.
Harry shuddered, Draco's body on top of him sending small shivers down his spine. "Oh, man," he moaned, not knowing what to expect.
Draco rubbed himself against Harry through their clothes, his cock against Harry's arse and his face in that dark hair. He growled low in his throat, wanting more.
"Draco," Harry whispered, pressing back against him harder. "Use your claws ..." he said, talking about their clothes. His heart was beating so fast that he was sure it was trying to beat its way out of his chest and into the bed, but he didn't care.
The part of Draco's brain that understood language didn't seem to be working very well. It didn't matter, though, because his instinct was to do just that. He reached for the top of Harry's shirt and ripped the cloth down his back. The sound was loud and satisfying. It left small scratches on Harry's back and he licked at them, enjoying the taste of the blood. Then he found the trousers in his way and began to tear them as well.
Harry whimpered and arched his back, Draco's tongue feeling like fire against the scratches he made. Well, he couldn't say this wasn't exactly what he wanted.
Draco felt fever hot as he shredded Harry's trousers and shorts and then started on his own. His were pull-ons that Harry had given him when he couldn't do the fasteners on the normal ones. He pulled and ripped and got them both naked, snarling with frustration by the time it was done. He pressed himself back against Harry, his whole body shuddering as he rubbed his red, hard cock against the man's arse.
Harry tried to raise on his hands and knees, but couldn't because of Draco's weight pressing down against him. Not that he minded all that much. It made it easier for him to shift and rub his own cock against the sheets, but at the same time he couldn't breathe as deeply as he wanted to. Yet, even that added a bit of an edge to the pleasure.
Draco wanted to taste him. He sniffed and licked and began to leave small bites on Harry's back. He was gentle, but even that left small red dots where his canine teeth marked the smooth skin. He continued down, biting and then licking the bites until he was between Harry's legs and biting those rounded cheeks.
Harry managed to raise up on his knees, his shoulders still pressed into the bed. He had no idea what he was doing, or why he was doing it, but he pushed back against Draco's face, wanting more of something. His fingers were deep in the sheets as he gripped them, feeling the bites on him pulse with his heartbeat.
Draco ran his tongue down the crevice of Harry's arse, tasting and smelling him. He wanted more, so he pushed his face into that space and began to lick and nip at the softer skin there, his clawed hands coming up to spread those cheeks further apart.
Harry's eyes went wide before he groaned loudly, his knees going weak at just the first nip. His hips began to rock against his lover's face, even as his own face flushed with shame.
Draco began to suck and lick at the sensitive skin of Harry's opening. He shuddered with delight at the taste and smell, his claws digging slightly in to the round cheeks he held apart.
Harry was gasping and moaning so loudly that he hoped no one else heard him. The combination of Draco's tongue on that part of him and Draco's claws digging into the skin sent Harry close to the edge.
Draco thrust his tongue into Harry's opening, the tight feel of it setting him on fire. He fucked the man with his tongue as hard and as deep as he could get.
"Oh, please," Harry whispered, beginning to feel his body give in slowly.
Draco growled against his skin, his tongue and lips against Harry's opening still. Then he drew himself up, sliding his body forward and Harry's hips back at the same time, so that he was positioned. His cock was dripping now and he couldn't have waited if he had wanted to. He slid quickly into Harry's moist hole, a sharp bark escaping his lips as he did.
Harry's eyes went wide again, a loud sound making its way out of his throat. It hurt, but not as much as he thought it would.
Draco drove in all the way, Harry's blood trickling down his hips where the wolf-claws dug into his skin. The smell of sex and blood was enough to make Draco feel he had lost any sanity he had left. He was growling as he pumped hard into Harry's arse.
Groaning, Harry could only push back a bit with the thrusts, each one making him shiver with pleasure. After a few moments he reached down and wrapped a hand around himself, stroking along with each hard thrust.
Draco's cock slid deeper, the sensations feeling more intense than he remembered, and he was lost to them. Harry's opening clenched and tightened around his cock with each thrust. He could feel his own body tightening as he began to come in long, hot jets inside Harry's arse.
Warmth spread through Harry as he continued to stroke himself, not quite there yet. He moaned in frustration, squeezing himself gently.
Draco continued thrusting, his cock still hard and his orgasm seeming to last forever. He shuddered and growled as he ground himself into Harry.
Harry came hard the next moment, his body clenching and shuddering around Draco. He collapsed on the bed, still feeling Draco moving inside him.
Draco continued to fuck him as the last of his seed pumped from his cock. He was still hard and he thrust deep, holding himself there as he curled his body around Harry's possessively.
Harry whimpered "Draco," the stimulation making him too sensitive.
Growling deep in his throat, Draco laid his head on Harry's back, face pressed to skin.
Harry sighed softly, deciding that if neither of them moved, it was fine.
Slowly, Draco's awareness of who he was and what he was doing seemed to come back to him. He shifted his hips, withdrawing from Harry and getting up on his hands and knees. He frowned when he saw the scratches down Harry's back and the puncture wounds on his hips.
Harry bit his lip, feeling Draco's come trail out after him. He turned on his back, ignoring the bits of pain from the various scratches and cuts. He could tell Draco was still over him so he looked up with a small smile, face flushed still.
"Are you ... okay?" Draco asked hesitantly.
"I'm fine -- no, I'm better than fine," he answered honestly, shifting on the bed. "And you're, uhm ... kind of leaking out," he added quietly, blushing harder.
"You like that?" Draco asked quietly, his eye greedily taking in the debauched look of Harry.
"I like it," he confirmed just as quietly, feeling like Draco was staring him down.
Draco crouched down over Harry again, laying the good side of his face against Harry's chest, listening to his heart and delighting in the feel of him.
Harry smiled, reaching up and wrapping his arms around Draco. "You liked it?" he asked, pretty sure of the answer.
"That really isn't a question, is it? I came so hard, I think I almost passed out." Draco spoke against Harry's chest, licking at the skin.
"Well, I'm glad you didn't pass out," he replied, laughing a bit.
"And you will want me to do that again?" Draco asked, lifting his head to look at Harry.
"Of course," he replied quickly, nodding. "Not right now, but, yeah."
"Then you had better get a wand," Draco said. "And learn how to do healing charms on yourself."
"I will, Draco. Promise." He shifted on the bed again, feeling as though he were stuck to the sheets.
"And cleaning charms," Draco smiled. "In the meantime, we need a shower."
"I wonder if I can walk," he said softly, shrugging, "but we do need one."
Draco rolled off the bed in one graceful move and came up standing. He held out one clawed hand to his lover. "Take my hand," he said.
Harry sat up slowly, reaching out and taking Draco's hand.
Draco pulled Harry up until they were both standing, but couldn't help the urge to pull Harry's body against his own again.
Harry laid his cheek against Draco's chest, sighing gently. His legs felt a bit wobbly underneath him and he supported all his weight on Draco.
Draco looked around for their clothes and realised that they were lying in shreds around the room. He chuckled and shook his head. "I could carry you," he suggested.
Harry blushed. "If you can," he replied, shrugging. Even though he was pretty sure he could.
"I'm stronger than I used to be," he said. "Put your arms around my neck." Then he put one arm around Harry's back and the other under his knees, lifting him.
Harry gasped, his arms tightening. "But then again, I'm still skinny and short," he mumbled.
"That, too," Draco smirked. When they reached the door, he asked Harry to open it. It wasn't until they were in the hall that Draco gave a thought to Remus and Tonks.
Harry buried his face in Draco's neck, snuggling closer. He hoped Tonks and Remus stayed downstairs, because he was sure this was an interesting image.
Chapter Title: Bad Wolf
Words: 2161 Words
Draco was sitting in their room, on the floor under the window. He had calmed down but didn't know what he should do next. He couldn't even get himself something to eat. Helpless and dangerous, he thought, what a combination.
Harry shuffled into the room a long while later, feeling along the wall to make sure he was in the right one. His finger sunk into a small groove he made when they first moved him, indicating that he was in the right room. He moved and sat on the first bed he reached, not even knowing if Draco was in the room or not.
Draco heard him long before he reached the room. The enhanced hearing was interesting, but had its downside too. He could smell him from the other side of the room. "I am here," he said quietly.
"Oh, hey ... uhm, Draco, can I talk to you?" he asked, shifting onto the bed more.
"Yes," Draco said.
"You're afraid that you'll hurt me, right?" he started, wondering how he was going to explain this.
"Of course I am," Draco said, sounding annoyed.
"The pain doesn't bother me, Draco. You saw last night," he said.
Draco's head came up and he looked at Harry. He got up from the floor and walked over, standing and looking down at him. "What do you mean?" he asked, curious now.
"It doesn't bother me," Harry repeated, not seeming to notice that Draco had moved. "Like ... I ... I actually like it sometimes ...." He was sure he was flushed red.
"You like pain?" Draco asked softly, standing only a few feet from Harry.
He swallowed, the actual statement floating through his head for a long moment. "... Yeah ...."
Draco was at a loss for words. This had never occurred to him. Even though, given his own inclinations, it should have. "Tell me something painful you have liked," he said, still not sure he believed him.
"In the cell, that day I got you out. When you slammed me back against the floor and you were on top of me," he said, not believing that he was saying this at all. "I liked that, even though you couldn't tell."
Draco's eye widened. "What else?"
"Uhm, I might as well say that I cut my thumb on purpose," he murmured, embarrassed again.
"On my claw?" Draco asked. "You like the claws?" His tone was disbelieving now.
"Yeah, sharp," he whispered, beginning to breathe faster.
He could smell desire on Harry when he spoke and it caught his attention faster than the words. "You do," he said in wonder, his own pulse speeding up.
"Yeah, I do," Harry answered, biting his lip gently. "Where are you?"
"Standing by the bed, follow my voice," Draco answered.
Harry turned, crawling over to the edge of the bed where he heard Draco.
Draco watched him come toward him, having to hold himself from either jumping on or backing away from him. The wolf instincts were confusing, but they certainly heightened his arousal.
"Come closer," he whispered, reaching out for him. "Please ...."
The submissive pose was exciting and his senses seemed even sharper. Without realising what he was doing, Draco climbed onto the bed and pinned Harry, face down, Draco's clawed hands holding Harry's hands tight and his body pressing the other man into the mattress.
Harry shuddered, Draco's body on top of him sending small shivers down his spine. "Oh, man," he moaned, not knowing what to expect.
Draco rubbed himself against Harry through their clothes, his cock against Harry's arse and his face in that dark hair. He growled low in his throat, wanting more.
"Draco," Harry whispered, pressing back against him harder. "Use your claws ..." he said, talking about their clothes. His heart was beating so fast that he was sure it was trying to beat its way out of his chest and into the bed, but he didn't care.
The part of Draco's brain that understood language didn't seem to be working very well. It didn't matter, though, because his instinct was to do just that. He reached for the top of Harry's shirt and ripped the cloth down his back. The sound was loud and satisfying. It left small scratches on Harry's back and he licked at them, enjoying the taste of the blood. Then he found the trousers in his way and began to tear them as well.
Harry whimpered and arched his back, Draco's tongue feeling like fire against the scratches he made. Well, he couldn't say this wasn't exactly what he wanted.
Draco felt fever hot as he shredded Harry's trousers and shorts and then started on his own. His were pull-ons that Harry had given him when he couldn't do the fasteners on the normal ones. He pulled and ripped and got them both naked, snarling with frustration by the time it was done. He pressed himself back against Harry, his whole body shuddering as he rubbed his red, hard cock against the man's arse.
Harry tried to raise on his hands and knees, but couldn't because of Draco's weight pressing down against him. Not that he minded all that much. It made it easier for him to shift and rub his own cock against the sheets, but at the same time he couldn't breathe as deeply as he wanted to. Yet, even that added a bit of an edge to the pleasure.
Draco wanted to taste him. He sniffed and licked and began to leave small bites on Harry's back. He was gentle, but even that left small red dots where his canine teeth marked the smooth skin. He continued down, biting and then licking the bites until he was between Harry's legs and biting those rounded cheeks.
Harry managed to raise up on his knees, his shoulders still pressed into the bed. He had no idea what he was doing, or why he was doing it, but he pushed back against Draco's face, wanting more of something. His fingers were deep in the sheets as he gripped them, feeling the bites on him pulse with his heartbeat.
Draco ran his tongue down the crevice of Harry's arse, tasting and smelling him. He wanted more, so he pushed his face into that space and began to lick and nip at the softer skin there, his clawed hands coming up to spread those cheeks further apart.
Harry's eyes went wide before he groaned loudly, his knees going weak at just the first nip. His hips began to rock against his lover's face, even as his own face flushed with shame.
Draco began to suck and lick at the sensitive skin of Harry's opening. He shuddered with delight at the taste and smell, his claws digging slightly in to the round cheeks he held apart.
Harry was gasping and moaning so loudly that he hoped no one else heard him. The combination of Draco's tongue on that part of him and Draco's claws digging into the skin sent Harry close to the edge.
Draco thrust his tongue into Harry's opening, the tight feel of it setting him on fire. He fucked the man with his tongue as hard and as deep as he could get.
"Oh, please," Harry whispered, beginning to feel his body give in slowly.
Draco growled against his skin, his tongue and lips against Harry's opening still. Then he drew himself up, sliding his body forward and Harry's hips back at the same time, so that he was positioned. His cock was dripping now and he couldn't have waited if he had wanted to. He slid quickly into Harry's moist hole, a sharp bark escaping his lips as he did.
Harry's eyes went wide again, a loud sound making its way out of his throat. It hurt, but not as much as he thought it would.
Draco drove in all the way, Harry's blood trickling down his hips where the wolf-claws dug into his skin. The smell of sex and blood was enough to make Draco feel he had lost any sanity he had left. He was growling as he pumped hard into Harry's arse.
Groaning, Harry could only push back a bit with the thrusts, each one making him shiver with pleasure. After a few moments he reached down and wrapped a hand around himself, stroking along with each hard thrust.
Draco's cock slid deeper, the sensations feeling more intense than he remembered, and he was lost to them. Harry's opening clenched and tightened around his cock with each thrust. He could feel his own body tightening as he began to come in long, hot jets inside Harry's arse.
Warmth spread through Harry as he continued to stroke himself, not quite there yet. He moaned in frustration, squeezing himself gently.
Draco continued thrusting, his cock still hard and his orgasm seeming to last forever. He shuddered and growled as he ground himself into Harry.
Harry came hard the next moment, his body clenching and shuddering around Draco. He collapsed on the bed, still feeling Draco moving inside him.
Draco continued to fuck him as the last of his seed pumped from his cock. He was still hard and he thrust deep, holding himself there as he curled his body around Harry's possessively.
Harry whimpered "Draco," the stimulation making him too sensitive.
Growling deep in his throat, Draco laid his head on Harry's back, face pressed to skin.
Harry sighed softly, deciding that if neither of them moved, it was fine.
Slowly, Draco's awareness of who he was and what he was doing seemed to come back to him. He shifted his hips, withdrawing from Harry and getting up on his hands and knees. He frowned when he saw the scratches down Harry's back and the puncture wounds on his hips.
Harry bit his lip, feeling Draco's come trail out after him. He turned on his back, ignoring the bits of pain from the various scratches and cuts. He could tell Draco was still over him so he looked up with a small smile, face flushed still.
"Are you ... okay?" Draco asked hesitantly.
"I'm fine -- no, I'm better than fine," he answered honestly, shifting on the bed. "And you're, uhm ... kind of leaking out," he added quietly, blushing harder.
"You like that?" Draco asked quietly, his eye greedily taking in the debauched look of Harry.
"I like it," he confirmed just as quietly, feeling like Draco was staring him down.
Draco crouched down over Harry again, laying the good side of his face against Harry's chest, listening to his heart and delighting in the feel of him.
Harry smiled, reaching up and wrapping his arms around Draco. "You liked it?" he asked, pretty sure of the answer.
"That really isn't a question, is it? I came so hard, I think I almost passed out." Draco spoke against Harry's chest, licking at the skin.
"Well, I'm glad you didn't pass out," he replied, laughing a bit.
"And you will want me to do that again?" Draco asked, lifting his head to look at Harry.
"Of course," he replied quickly, nodding. "Not right now, but, yeah."
"Then you had better get a wand," Draco said. "And learn how to do healing charms on yourself."
"I will, Draco. Promise." He shifted on the bed again, feeling as though he were stuck to the sheets.
"And cleaning charms," Draco smiled. "In the meantime, we need a shower."
"I wonder if I can walk," he said softly, shrugging, "but we do need one."
Draco rolled off the bed in one graceful move and came up standing. He held out one clawed hand to his lover. "Take my hand," he said.
Harry sat up slowly, reaching out and taking Draco's hand.
Draco pulled Harry up until they were both standing, but couldn't help the urge to pull Harry's body against his own again.
Harry laid his cheek against Draco's chest, sighing gently. His legs felt a bit wobbly underneath him and he supported all his weight on Draco.
Draco looked around for their clothes and realised that they were lying in shreds around the room. He chuckled and shook his head. "I could carry you," he suggested.
Harry blushed. "If you can," he replied, shrugging. Even though he was pretty sure he could.
"I'm stronger than I used to be," he said. "Put your arms around my neck." Then he put one arm around Harry's back and the other under his knees, lifting him.
Harry gasped, his arms tightening. "But then again, I'm still skinny and short," he mumbled.
"That, too," Draco smirked. When they reached the door, he asked Harry to open it. It wasn't until they were in the hall that Draco gave a thought to Remus and Tonks.
Harry buried his face in Draco's neck, snuggling closer. He hoped Tonks and Remus stayed downstairs, because he was sure this was an interesting image.