Bleed Me An Ocean

The day after their drunken escapade at The Wolf's Maw proved to be nearly unbearable; both Harry and Draco awoke with wretched hangovers and Harry spent the greater part of the morning throwing up in a corner. Although Draco watched his lover anxiously, he knew it would pass and helped Harry as best he could. He held back the sweat-dampened raven locks and patiently cast cleansing spells to dispel the vomit from the floor; all the while, he nipped from his bottle. Wondering why exactly it was that he was so violently ill and Draco had long since recovered, Harry asked his lover later that afternoon. They had been sitting on their pallet in the corner and although Harry felt better, he was still feeling wrung out and tired; his throat raw and stinging from all the puking.

He sat, staring disbelievingly as Draco explained the idea of having a little "hair of the dog that bit you" to get rid of a hangover. After he'd finished, Harry gaped at him, not buying a single word of it until Draco tilted his head to the side and asked him, "Which one of us is still sick and which one isn't?"

"No way," Harry said, even as he realized that Draco wasn't pulling his leg.

"More liquor is really the only cure for a hangover, Harry," Draco stated, holding the bottle out to Harry in invitation.

"Well . . .," Harry stated, his head still aching and his eyes gritty and burning.

"You don't have to if you don't want to. I just don't like to see you so sick and pale," Draco said, truly meaning no pressure, only wanting to help.

With a shrug of defeat Harry took the proffered bottle and sipped from it gingerly. It settled warmly in his stomach, seeming to ease his roiling gut. Taking another, larger swallow, he felt the liquid begin to soothe the ache in his head and he could've sworn his eyes weren't burning nearly as badly.

"Amazing," he gasped,"It really is working."

"Told you," Draco said with a satisfied smirk.

Before he knew it, he was drunk again and staring at Draco with a predatory look on his face. He felt hornier than he ever had before and the beautiful boy beside him looked good enough to eat.

"You remind me of a wolf when you look at me like that," Draco said, his eyes glinting in the dim light of the room, "I like wolves."

"That so?," Harry asked, his cock growing harder by the second just looking at Draco.

"Mmhmm," Draco answered, licking a drop of whiskey from his lip.

Growling low in his throat and smiling wickedly, Harry slid away from the wall and took on the crouching posture of an animal. Crawling slowly to Draco, quickly covering what little space lay between them, he stopped when his face was a hair's breadth away from his boyfriend's. Slowly dropping his head to Draco's throat he'd closed his teeth on the tender flesh, clenching tightly and shaking his head back and forth gently. Harry's actions were greeted by a surprised, yet aroused gasp from Draco.

As soon as Harry’s teeth left the soft flesh of his lover, Draco whispered, “Vicious,” his voice husky with lust; his eyes glazed with desire. Harry only answered by claiming his lips once more, forcefully mashing their lips together in a bruising kiss. Soon, their whiskey-soaked tongues collided with passion and they danced with one another. Unable to bear the cloth barrier between their bodies, Draco began tugging fervently on Harry’s shirt and pants, breaking the kiss only long enough to mutter, “Off.”

"Your's, too," Harry panted back as Draco's hand stroked him through his pants.

They quickly shed their clothing, Harry pouncing on Draco as soon as he was naked. He latched onto the pale throat again as his fingers roughly gripped Draco's hips. Lifting Draco up, Harry ground himself hard against the other boy. Gasping at the animalistic nature of their coupling Harry began to slide himself up and down Draco's body, their stiff cocks brushing against one another as they writhed together in the tangled bedclothes.

"Harry," Draco moaned,"Fuck me, I want you to fuck me. Please."

Harry paused at his lover's words, unsure. He wanted to, but they didn't have any kind of lubrication. He voiced his concerns to Draco who only smiled and said,"Yes we do. I took some patchouli oil from Snape's classroom the other day. Just in case."

"Thinking ahead, I see," Harry panted, still sliding against Draco,"Where is it?"

"In my bookbag," Draco replied,"Get it. Hurry," his voice tense with need and a little nervousness.

Harry reluctantly broke contact with Draco and went to where their bookbags were and dug in Draco's until his fingers touched the cool glass vial that contained the oil. He walked back to the pallet where Draco waited, his eyes glittering with desire. Kneeling on the covers between Draco's spread legs, Harry pulled the stopper from the vial. Pouring a small dollop of the oil on his fingers, Harry spread it around, coating his digits thoroughly. The warm, musky, earthy odor was lovely and Harry inhaled the fragrance deeply.

Placing his index finger against Draco's puckered opening, he stroked him for a moment, pulling a loud moan from his lover's lips. Sliding his oil-slicked finger slowly into Draco's ass, he fucked him slowly, watching the blonde's face contort in ecstasy. Easing his middle finger into the tight hole he moved faster. Draco arched his back and cried out as Harry's fingers found his prostate and gently palpitated it.

"Please. I want you inside of me. Harry!," Draco's whole body shuddered as he spoke those words, his voice a pleasure choked rasp.

"Shh," Harry spoke as he slowly pulled his fingers from Draco's body. Leaning forward he placed a soft kiss on Draco's hip, eliciting another soft moan from the taller boy. He loved when Harry did that.

Once more picking up the vial, Harry poured a generous dollop in his palm and stroked it down his hard length. Draco watched him, his eyes slits of brazen lust. "You like that?," Harry whispered seductively. Biting his lip, Draco only nodded as he looked at Harry's glistening prick.

Positioning himself between Draco's legs, he touched the tight entrance with the head of his cock, preparing to enter the blonde when Draco shook his head and said, "I want you to take me from behind," his fantasies of Harry fucking him like that flooded his mind once more and he suppressed another shudder as the images flickered through his alcohol and lust clouded mind.

Harry shivered in anticipation as he nodded his ok to Draco and watched as his love got on his hands and knees. Stroking the white flesh of Draco's ass, he bit his own lip as he repositioned himself behind the other boy. Harry pressed the head of his well lubed cock against Draco's hole once more and slowly pushed it inside. Gasping in both pain and pleasure, Draco pushed back against Harry, demanding more of him. Taking the hint, yet wanting to prolong the moment, Harry began pushing his thick cock slowly inside of Draco. He went slowly, torturing the blonde as he ignored his muttered pleas of "faster". An inch at a time was all Harry would give him. He finally stopped when his entire length was inside of Draco. He waited a moment longer, adjusting to the tightness of Draco's ass. It was wonderful.

Deciding to comply with Draco's requests of more, he began pumping in and out of him. Harry started with slow, deep and hard strokes, but before long he lost control. Sweat poured off of him as he began to pound into Draco with urgency, his thrusts hard and unforgiving. The pale boy squirmed beneath him in rapture, practically screaming as Harry's cock filled him over and over again. His fingers were buried in the blankets, holding onto them tightly as Harry's thrusts rocked him forward. The feel of Harry's slightly roughened fingers clenching on his hips only doubled his desire, he knew they would leave bruises.

"Fuck me, Harry, oh gods FUCK ME," he shrieked as the sensations overwhelmed him. His entire body seemed to be humming. It felt so good to have Harry buried inside of him like this.

Then Harry did as Draco had fantasized him doing so, so many times. He leaned forward, his muscled chest pressing against Draco's back and whispered in his ear, "You like me fucking you Draco? Hmm?" He didn't bite Draco's earlobe though, he nipped the side of his neck roughly, pulling a yelp of pained pleasure from the other boy who could only nod his head yes.

Harry was close to coming and he wanted Draco to come with him. Releasing one of Draco's hips, Harry slipped his arm beneath the blonde and grasped his leaking cock and began to stroke him in time to his thrusts. Draco arched his back at the sensations that were flooding him. "So close," Harry gasped as he moved even quicker inside of Draco,"Come for me, baby," he demanded, slamming to the hilt inside of his boyfriend.

"Ok," Draco moaned, his own orgasm building within him with force.

They only lasted a few seconds longer, then Harry gasped out, "Fuck!," and spilled himself inside of Draco. Draco moaned at the feel of the hot seed that filled his ass and soon after screamed Harry's name so loudly it hurt his throat as he came hard, splashing Harry's fingers and the covers with his own hot come.

Harry stayed inside of him for a moment or two longer, trying to catch his breath and willing his heart to slow down. Finally he eased himself gently from Draco's tight body and collapsed in an exhausted heap on the pallet. Draco fumbled for his wand and cast a cleansing charm on them both before turning to look at Harry. His face was flushed, the silky white-blonde hair fell across his eyes in a sheet. Grinning he slid next to Harry, nestling into his arms. Kissing him softly, he then pulled back and whispered, "Wolf."

Grinning himself, Harry whispered back, "Dragon."

Laughing a bit, Draco reached over Harry for the bottle of whiskey they had been sharing. Taking a swallow, he offered it to Harry who shrugged and took it from him, taking a smaller sip, but still drinking much more deeply than he had at The Wolf's Maw. The vague realization that he was starting to rather enjoy drinking flitted through his mind briefly before he brushed it away in annoyance. Getting drunk twice did not make him an alcoholic.

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Three weeks later Harry was walking back to the room he and Draco shared, furious. The day had went terribly and he'd just walked off of the Quidditch pitch, having resigned as the Gryffindor seeker. No one wanted to play with him and it was painfully obvious. Draco had quit playing at the start of term, but Harry had doggedly insisted on trying to play even after people had started shunning him. All it had taken to really make him realize that it was a bad idea was a bludger to the shoulder. He had nearly been knocked from his broom and the pain was incredible. Turning he had looked to find the culprit, and was greeted by none other than Ron's icy glare. He'd taken a beater's bat and intentionally knocked a bludger into his former best friend.

Everything that had been happening lately had culminated together inside him and he had finally had enough. Harry had tried to stick with his normal routine - as much as he could considering the circumstances - but it simply wasn't meant to be. Anger blossomed in his soul and he simply turned from his ex-friend and rode back to the ground where he dismounted his broom and left.

His already dour mood only became darker once he entered the castle. He was on his way back to the room he shared with Draco - which, unfortunately, was also the same direction as Gryffindor Tower - and passed Hermione on the stairs. Once their eyes met, she opened her mouth as if to speak and then snapped it shut, turning her eyes away from Harry and resumed walking.

That was the last straw for the over-stressed boy and he followed her retreating back with his eyes and screamed, "WELL FUCK YOU TOO!," at her. He saw her flinch at his harsh words, but she never slowed her pace.

Harry reached he and Draco's room and slammed the door open. Striding into the room, his body tense with rage, he kicked the door shut so hard it shook in its frame. Draco looked up from the homework that was spread before him with a concerned; questioning look on his face.

Choosing not to explain right away, Harry did all he could think to do at the moment. Snatching the whiskey from Draco's hand with a snarled, "Give me that!," he turned the bottle up and guzzled from it. There was a nagging little voice in the back of his head telling him that he'd started drinking too much, but he ignored it and drank more.

He'd taken to drinking a little with Draco once or twice a week at first. Then once or twice a week became three times, then four. He was drinking on average six days a week now. He knew it was becoming a problem, but he simply didn't care. There was a certain closeness in drinking with Draco, a sort of bonding. He felt more a part of his boyfriend's world when they shared a drink.

All the worries that had surfaced about developing a drinking problem had been successfully pushed to the back burner…until that very morning when not one, but two pairs of sleepy eyes turned to cast a longing glance at the bottle sitting so innocently atop the small table they used for a nightstand. His heart had dropped a little at the realization and he knew he was getting in over his head when he finally admitted to himself that he liked being drunk. Even through that realization, he knew he didn’t care; not as much as he thought he would at any rate. He wanted that added closeness it seemed to bring to his and Draco's relationship and the sweet oblivion he could only find in his lover's arms and at the bottom of a bottle.

Draco watched Harry with worry in his eyes. This wasn't good. Harry had been drinking way too much lately and he knew it. But he couldn't say anything, that would make him nothing but a hypocrite. Still, he hated to see what was happening to the dark haired boy. Draco felt it was his fault, he'd come along and turned Harry's world upside down. Though he knew Harry was happy with him, he was also aware that everything else was crumbling to dust at his feet. They were helpless to stop what had happened and had never meant for any of it to, but it had. They were now essentially alone but for each other. If he wouldn't have chosen to be with me, this wouldn't be happening right now, Draco thought regretfully as he watched Harry lower the bottle, tears of rage slipping down his cheeks.

Harry handed the bottle back to Draco and thumped down beside him miserably."What happened?," was all Draco could think to ask.

Harry took a deep breath, then started to speak, telling Draco everything that had transpired. When he was done, Draco's eyes were sorrowful. Curling next to Harry, Draco stroked his dark hair soothingly and placed a kiss on his neck, "I'm sorry, so, so sorry," he murmured.

Looking at him with rage still glittering in his green eyes Harry cupped Draco's pale face in his hands and told him, "This isn't your fault. I want you to stop blaming yourself for other peoples' ignorance."

"I can't help it. None of this would be happening to you if it wasn't for me," Draco said.

"That may be true, but I made my choice and though I miss my friends . . . I am glad for the decision I made. No regrets," Harry spoke as he lightly caressed a scar on Draco's collarbone that peeked out of the collar of his shirt, "I'm where I am meant to be," he finished, pulling the neck of Draco's shirt down to stroke the scar that ran down the center of Draco's chest. It was still the dark red of raw meat since it was so new and Harry played that night's events over in his mind as his fingers traced the deep scar, knowing that he was right about what he'd just said. He felt complete with the tall, thin boy and that was all that mattered.

Still having his doubts, but reassured by Harry's statements, Draco scooted closer to him and rested his head in the crook of Harry's shoulder. Pulling the bottle to him, he raised it and took a sip. His face fell when, after he'd lowered the whiskey, Harry took it gently from him and took a swallow himself. At a loss on what else to do, he suggested they get to their piles of homework. Nodding, Harry took one more drink and handed the bottle back to Draco as he rose to get his schoolwork. Raising the bottle to his lips, Draco watched his partner with love and sorrow lining his face before he turned to his unfinished Charms paper.

Harry settled next to him and took out his Transfiguration assignment and began to work as well. The evening passed quietly with just the scratch of quills on paper and the constant clink of glass as one or the other of them raised the bottle then sat it back in its place between them. They never even thought of calling Dobby to bring them dinner.

They finished their homework late that night and stumbled to the pallet on the floor, both of them drunk and exhausted. Sliding beneath the covers, Draco buried his face in Harry's chest, sleek blonde head fitting neatly beneath his chin and smiled to himself as Harry's strong arms embraced him; pulling him closer. Both were soon lost in the dreamless slumber of the blissfully drunk.

A/N: Now for that explanation about Harry's drinking that I promised y'all. It happens more often than not when two people get into a relationship and one partner drinks (or uses any other kind of substance) that the non-using partner ends up right there with them. It's far more unlikely for the partner that uses to stop using than it is for the 'sober' partner to start. It's all part of the co-dependent bonds of any really close relationship. It's an effort to, as I said in the chapter, become even more a part of their world, to share something with them; tighten the bonds if you will. So there you have it.

I want to also thank all of you who reviewed last time, so many of you seemed to understand what I was getting at and I appreciate it very much. In response to the several questions I have gotten asking me if I drink and/or cut, the answer to both is Yes. I have been cutting myself for around 14 years now (I'm 24 now). Although the frequency with which I do it nowadays is significantly less than it was when I was younger. It's an addiction just like anything else and this fic is the first time I have ever actually written about cutting or alcoholism.

May I suggest, for this chapter, that you listen to "Venus in Furs" by The Velvet Underground, "Wolf Moon" by Type O Negative, "Closer" by Nine Inch Nails, "Binge" by Papa Roach (not a big fan, but that tune is surprisingly good) and just for good measure, maybe "A Cruel Taste of Winter" by My Dying Bride. Lol . . . told you I was a music fiend.

As always, please review. Let me know what you thought of the smut in this chapter, too. It's the first time I ever wrote straight up boysex and I'd like some feedback on how well you folks think it turned out.