Dragon Hunt

Draco groaned at the sound of parseltongue, a mixture of hissing and heavy breathing that was making his practically shutter with pleasure. “I want to be inside you,” he muttered against the skin of Harry’s shoulder.

Harry pushed his weight up so that he could look into the crystal eyes of the dragon. “I’ve never been on the receiving end,” Harry said, using the same words that Draco had used earlier.

Draco laughed, sliding out from under Harry. He smiled mischievously at his mate. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.” Draco pushed him back down to lie on his stomach. “Don’t worry.”

Harry felt warm oil puddle on his back The brunette surrendered himself to Draco’s firm touches massaging his shoulders, his back, his buttocks, his thighs. “Feels good.”

“It’ll feel even better,” Draco said mischievously. He went back to massaging the muscled ass of his lover and then placed a trail of kisses down Harry’s spine, the last of which covering his virgin hole. Harry moaned and Draco couldn’t help but smirk, unseen.

Harry felt warm, wet heat licking at his opening and shuttered. And then the tongue was pressing into him, breaching him. He gasped and twisted slightly, just enough for Draco to pull out of him. “Shh, lover. Relax. Let me show you,” Draco reassured him. When Harry nodded, Draco gripped his hips, pinning his to the mattress and returned to sliding his tongue in and out of his mate.

“Draco, that feels so good.” Draco added a finger, reaching deeper than his tongue go to brush over the nerves. Harry bucked and gasped. He moved against the mattress beneath him, wanting friction. “Draco, I—“

The dragon was growing impatient. Before he’d thought about, he had rolled Harry over, pushed his legs up to provide better access and buried himself in the tight heat. Harry released a loud moan as his head fell back. And then Draco began moving.

“Draco!” Harry cried. The blond haired man continued to move in and out of him in quick motions. Harry wrapped his legs around the other man’s hips and pulled him tighter, restraining his movements, keeping him buried deep with in him. Draco cried out, being trapped in that tight heat. “Look at me,” Draco begged.

Harry shook his head, knowing that if he looked into those eyes, he would be lost. Draco pulled Harry into a deep kiss before repeating himself. “Look at me, please. I want to be sure you know who you’re with.”

Harry’s eyes snapped open. “I’m with Draco. I’m with my dragon, my mate,” he said seriously. “You think I—“

“No, I just needed to look into your eyes,” Draco laughed. That’s when Harry noticed how bright Draco’s eyes were. And they weren’t just bright, they were different. The pupils were elongated like a serpent’s. Draco started moving, slow and deliberate, pushing deep into Harry with each thrust. “I need you.”

“You have me for the rest of your life,” Harry said sincerely. Draco changed his angle just slightly and Harry’s eyes rolled back in his head for a moment before locking onto Draco’s yet again. “Forever,” he groaned as he managed a few more strokes before they both fell over the edge.




Draco was curled up against Harry, breathing softly. Harry watched him sleeping. He was so thirsty, but he didn’t want to get up, step away from Draco for even a moment. In the end the fact his lips were beginning to seal themselves together ended his internal struggle and he pulled himself from his bed, leaving his mate behind.

He was chugging down his third glass of water when he knew Draco had awoken. He could hear the purr change from satiated to fearful. “In here!” he called. He didn’t think there had been time to blink when Draco appeared behind him in the mirror and pale arms were snaking their way around him. “You all right?” Draco nodded silently, placing a kiss on Harry’s shoulder. Harry watched him frowning in the mirror. The purr was still off. Harry couldn’t quite understand it. It was contemplative and worried. “Draco?”

Draco’s eyes flicked up to meet Harry’s in the mirror. Harry saw the pupils were still elongated. It was oddly beautiful, though it worried him as well. “I love you,” Draco whispered. His arms rubbed up his chest, messaging his pecs.

“Tell me what is going on,” Harry said worriedly. “I know you’re still hurting from your fa--I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No!” Draco answered immediately. He shrugged. “I just can’t bear being away from you. I woke up in your arms once and now I’m addicted. I didn’t like waking up without you being there.”

Harry gave him a silly grin. “Well, I was just a bit parched. I think someone managed to dehydrate me.” Draco had the decency to blush. Harry lifted his glass and finished the glass. “Are you thirsty?” Draco look confused, but shook his head. “Drink anyway,” Harry instructed.

Draco stepped around Harry to take the offered glass. “Did I do that?” Draco asked with concern, seeing a bite mark on his mate where neck and shoulder met.

Harry studied the mark in the mirror. “I’ll forgive you if you forgive me for your back,” he teased. He laughed when Draco tried to turn around and see his back and only managed to spin.

“Join me in the shower?” Harry asked.

Draco was almost too happy to oblige and swept Harry into the huge shower stall without a moment having passed. He turned the dials and was forced to jump away from the initially freezing spray. Harry laughed softly. In Draco’s haste, he had unconsciously pushed him against the tiled wall and covered him with his own body. Harry reached up pushing his hand through Draco’s thick, tangled hair and engaged him in a lazy deep kiss.

A moment later, though, Harry pulled back. Draco frowned at him in concern. “I’m not hurting you?” Harry asked, looking up at his fingers laced into Draco’s blond locks.

Draco shook his head. “Pain potions seem to be doing their job.”

Harry smiled wickedly. “Good, because I have been wanting to do this since the first day you entered this house.” Harry reached up with both hands, fisting Draco’s hair tightly and pulling him into a deep and powerful kiss.

The two young men happily stayed just like that, leaned against the tiled wall and languidly kissing. Draco pulled back for a breath when he noticed the steam surrounding them. He pulled Harry away from the wall and under the hot spray of the shower. Harry brushed Draco’s hair back as he wet it and smiled when even water couldn’t seem to darken it.

“You are so beautiful,” Harry whispered. “I wonder how I would have reacted if someone had told me a year ago where the two of us would be right now? But then I realize I would fight tooth and nail against it,” he said, kissing Draco’s neck softly, the tender spot behind his ear. All the while, his hands slid over the pale, wet skin. “But I also realize that right at this moment, I could not imagine my life without you. I refuse to because even the suggestion of it makes my chest ache.”

“Harry—“ Draco gasped. The sensations coursing through his body were driving him wild. His knees could barely keep him upright and it was only Harry’s arms wrapped tightly around his waist kept him in the spray.

Draco again caught Harry’s lips, this time, pushing him back against the wall of the shower, this time so that the hot spray ran down his own back, though Harry was sheltered. They both managed a groan, indistinguishable one from the other, as their arousals brushed. “I want you,” Harry growled. Draco saw Harry’s emerald gaze and recognized a need there he hadn’t seen before, one that was mischievous and pleading.

“Anything,” he responded seriously. Harry listened to the comforting, freeing, accepting purr for a long moment before he voiced his desires. “Anything,” Draco repeated. Harry smirked mischievously at him and then released his grip.

“Stay right there,” he commanded gently as he left the shower stall. Quickly, Harry returned with his wand in hand.

Draco didn’t have time to ask for an explanation before Harry started casting a series of spells so quickly that he couldn’t catch them all. Draco just realized that now his arms were stretched above his head and he was facing the tiled that had a moment ago been at his back. He noticed that the sound of the water spray had stopped, though the steam still wafted around him. And then he felt the strong hands running over his shoulders, massaging his flesh momentarily before placing pressure along his spine. The pressure lessened the lower it went and soon Draco realized it was a single finger tracing the length of his spine. “Harry!” Draco gasped then that single finger teased his entrance without penetrating.

“Shhh,” Harry whispered. He was happily memorizing the flesh displayed before him. Particularly the two round globes of his lover’s ass. He took one in each palm, massaging, squeezing, teasing until he heard Draco moan. “Do you like that?” he asked innocently. Draco let out a moaning whine in response, but Harry could tell that his ministrations were greatly appreciated. He placed a kiss between Draco’s shoulder blades and couldn’t help but think of placing it between two wings.

Draco couldn’t see what Harry was doing, but when he felt hot breath ghost over his entrance, he knew that he was on his knees. The breath was replaced with a warm, wet, insistent probing. He was glad he was strung up because knees gave out when Harry had breached him, stretching, searching. “Oh gods!” he screamed.

The opening twitched around his tongue. Harry snaked his hand around Draco’s hip, taking his length in his hand, barely touching him before Draco spilled his seed over his hand. Harry stood, his tongue leaving a hot trail up his spine before kissing the same spot between the shoulder blades.

Draco had barely caught his breath when he felt the pressure on his ankles. His legs were being stretched apart, immobilizing him with his legs spread, his arms stretched over his head and the hot water of the shower running down his back. Harry’s tongue continued up his back before biting the back of his neck. “Ahh—“ Draco gasped in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

And before he could form words to ask his mate what would happen, Harry was inside him. He was so stretched, so filled. “Don’t move,” he gasped.

Harry froze. If he could stay that close, that connected to Draco for all time, life would be perfect. “Did I hurt you?” Harry asked; he sounded concerned, but—

“No,” Draco sighed. “I just want to concentrate on the feeling of you inside me, connecting us. It feels so good!” But the pressure in his very blood demanded more, demanded friction and movement. “Need more!” he cried out.

Harry pulled back, to the brink of leaving him before slamming himself back home within his mate. His pace was frantic and Draco stretched and bowed in his restraints. Draco cried out as the assault pushed him over the edge, but Harry’s grip on his hips just tightened and Harry rode Draco even harder.

Just as Draco was about to go over the edge again, Harry’s hand snaked around him, gripping the base of his cock, stopping his orgasm just as it started. “Harry,” Draco whined.

“I want—you—to come—with—me,” Harry pushed out of his lungs as he pushed into Draco. Draco groaned and became boneless in the restraints. And then he felt his mate filling him with heat and the grip on his cock released and his own cum splattered on the tile before him.

Harry collapsed onto the floor of the shower with his orgasm and when he freed the restraints, Draco leaned against the wall in order to keep from collapsing as well. “Screw the shower,” he breathed. “Can’t stand that long,” he said, punctuating the words with gripping onto the shower head to keep himself upright.

“Bath?” Harry asked. With a few waves of Draco’s hand, Harry heard the tub beside the shower stall begin to fill. “Help me up?” Harry asked, turning a pouting face to Draco. Draco couldn’t deny him, but couldn’t imagine having the energy to get them both to the tub, but his dragon constitution allowed him to stay strong.




Draco awoke, curled against Harry’s chest, in a tub full of tepid water. He grinned up at his mate before someone clearing their throat clued him in to why he had awoken. He glanced up at his godfather and then shook Harry in an attempt to wake him. Harry woke and immediately wrapped Draco in his arms and kissed Draco possessively. Snape cleared his throat even louder. Harry immediately released Draco and stood from the tub, blocking his lover from view.

“Gods above, Potter!” Snape shrieked, covering his eyes. “I’m not here to harm either one of you, but it is imperative I speak with my godson, whom you’ve been mauling.”

“My mate!” Harry yelled. Snape look startled at Harry’s reaction. “You will not take my mate!”

“Harry?” Draco asked, standing himself, wrapping his arms around Harry from behind, trying to calm him, confused as to why his completely human mate was acting this way.

“I’ll wait in the bedroom,” Snape said softly. “But time is of the essence, Draco.”

Draco nodded and watched his godfather leave the room. He tightened his grip on Harry and kissed where his neck met shoulder. “He’s trying to take you from me,” Harry said fiercely.

“He’ll never succeed,” Draco assured him and finally Harry relaxed into his mate’s embrace. “I belong by your side.” Harry spun around, wrapping his arms tightly around Draco, burying his face in the soft blond hair. “We better go see what he wants,” Draco said.