Blood Ties.

Draco nearly stumbled when Harry set him back on his feet in their room, so overcome was he with indignation and a wild, raging desire. His better half was shocked and dismayed by the spectacle of himself being carried in such a humiliating manner in front of everyone. That distant, dim part of himself that was his pride, was in a rage over his treatment. However, the more insistent part of his mind was utterly thrilled by the aggressiveness that Harry had shown. It was savage, untamed and completely intoxicating.

"Harry! What the hell were you think..."

His breathless, and utterly pointless, objections were cut off by the heat that suddenly covered his mouth. Harry's lips were pressed to his, his tongue forcing entry between his lips to swirl and taste with the same persistent, assertive control he'd shown by flinging Draco over his shoulder. That annoyingly insistent voice at the back of his mind gave a shout of ire, but it was easily ignored in favor of the sparks that were pulsing through his veins. He moaned softly and curled his arms around the strong shoulders of the man pressing so achingly close, clinging to him as he felt his body go limp with passion. Well, most of his body, anyhow.

The kiss was broken so suddenly that he staggered and fell back on the nearest bed, sprawled and panting, staring wide-eyed at the darkly thrilling face of the man he loved. Except, right now he wasn't really a man, he was a beast let loose from restraints, pawing the ground and snorting, free and hungry. A whip of one subtly flexing arm cast a shudder through the door as a shining sheet of golden magic flew and fused with it, likely creating wards and locks that would keep out even the Professors. Then he shuddered as flashing green eyes moved over him, the gaze scorching through his robes, into his skin and down deeper until it seemed to see his every moment of weakness, all of his joys and fears.

"Too many clothes."

The words came from Harry's mouth as more of a low, bestial growl, and they knocked the air from his lungs in a quivering gasp as a spike of agonizing need drove directly into his groin. He started to reach up and fumble free of his clothing, but in the next moment he was pinned flat and whimpering as he was covered by the wild thing that was Harry. Lips burned and bit at the flesh beneath his ear, and then they were naked, gloriously fused, skin to skin in a way he'd never before experienced. The magic rushed and pulsed around them, it seeped through him like Firewhisky, driving all rational thought from his mind and making him cry out like a rabbit in the jaws of a fox.

Sweat and heat, teeth and tongue, it rode him like a rearing horse, turning him inside out and making him claw the back of his partner until he was sure he had rent flesh. It was like what Harry had shared with Voldemort, but so much more pure and clean. When their mouths met once more, he moaned and drew Harry's tongue in, sucking and licking over it in an unconscious display of what he would one day use to drive the man insane with pleasure. For now, the pleasure of pressing, of arching and grinding, was all they wanted or needed. Harry's hands were everywhere, stroking along his arms, over his chest and sides, leaving a growing electricity in their wake that made Draco's muscles tremble and twitch.

Again, he whimpered when the kiss broke and then screamed without shame as lips closed around his right nipple, tugging, biting and lapping until he thought he would go mad with the gloriousness of it all. His hands somehow found their way into the thick, black tangle of Harry's hair and he jerked gently, babbling words that only they would ever understand. His ears were almost supernaturally tuned to the grunts, growls and hisses that were answering his own ecstatic language, every one seeming to ring the bell of his pleasure and make him quake with it even harder.

Hips rose and fell, their cocks rubbing insistently, slickly against one another as they lost themselves in the land only lovers can reach. Passion, lust, pleasure, ecstasy were all meaningless words that only hoped to describe the indescribable pinnacles the human body could be reached with the one they loved. This joining, flying, heavenly ascension was sure to break them both, but they welcomed the shattering for it would be achieved together.

Hands wove into silver-blond strands, and green clashed once more with steel, sparks flashed around their bodies and spun away. They ceased to be individual and became merely one, the self, the flesh and the soul, singular in all manner of all ways. It was like being born and dying, like every good thing that had ever been and would ever be swirling together and filling the one, the body. And then...the universe exploded.

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Somewhere in the darkness after their orgasm, they ceased being the one and once more became two, but that was okay, because to be the one all the time would drive them mad. Draco drifted lazily back to consciousness with a soft groan, his body was shaking with exhaustion and the aftermath of the most intense experience of his life. His eyes fluttered open, at first hazy and unfocused, then clearing to look up into the softest pair of emerald eyes he'd ever seen. He gasped at the power of the love that shone in their Kelly depths and his heart quivered.

There was no words, no need for them, after that magnificent joining of their beings. Harry merely cleaned them with a yawn and curled against his side, pressing a kiss to the side of his neck that spoke of his love as strongly as did his gaze, and fell asleep. Draco struggled to stay awake, wanting to watch his lover, wanting a moment to think about what had happened, but his mind pulled him away and he finally gave up. With his lips curled into a tender smile and his hand caught in a wonderful trap of ebony locks, he fell into the black waters of sleep, marvelling over the gift he had received, and deciding that maybe he shouldn't flay Blaise as he'd planned.