Distorted Exposure

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AN: Uh...please read.

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Grey eyes opened to the world, grudgingly and not without a little flurry of blinking in protest to the light that spread across the carpet in a sheet from beneath the black curtains. Draco hissed at the notion of being dragged back into a world of reality. The first thing that came to his attention, following the light that assaulted his eyes was the weary, draining manner in which his body ached. The throbbing pain at the base of his spine was enough to make Draco wince and forgoing the concept of denial, Draco did himself the favor of acknowledging why exactly he was so sore, and why in the particular manner he was aching in.

Accepting events past was one thing but it did nothing to stop the dread and disgust that pooled in his gut and Draco curled up feeling just a little sick to his stomach. The weight of the covers in which he was heavily tangled felt akin to a stranglehold and the feeling of being smothered overwhelmed him for a moment. He had slept with Potter. No, more than that, he had allowed Potter to fuck him. The thought itself was filthy and the act beyond what Draco could ever consider appropriate.

Sex had never been something Draco had treated with discretion or any manner of exclusivity and yet there were things he had thought himself above. It wasn’t the act itself, because every tired bone in his body reminded him that the act had been beyond wonderful. No, it was the principle of the matter that bugged the blond and ate away at the semblance of control he had struggled to maintain thus far.

Draco had never been the type to simply wish away his troubles, it was quite a waste of time after all, but in that moment, the blond was finding the possibility of simply closing his eyes and dispelling reality with a wish the most appealing idea to ever roam through his head.

The more he thought about the incidences of the night before, incidences that were crystal clear in his mind, seared in seemingly frame by frame, the harder it became for him to simply ignore everything that had in every moment since his waking, struck him as wrong.

It was in no way comprehendible that he had submitted, to the likes of Potter no less, and what was more than that, every memory he had of the night before made him burn with fire anew, something that only swelled the disgust that curled up bitter in his very core.

Draco had never in his life been so certain that something he had done was a mistake, and one of epic proportions but the feeling stuck and made his head spin. He felt detached, as though his character had split away from him and waged a war on the inexplicably powerful feelings that memories of Potter invoked.

A shiver ran the length of his body even under the incredible warmth of the covers, and it was tailed closely by a wave of liquid heat. He hissed and moaned, all at once, and all under his breath. The feeling was reminiscent and deep and Draco could feel his cock harden slightly at the thought alone. The discontent coiled in his belly, clawing angrily at his insides did nothing to detain the actions of his body. And what was worse, neither, in all their ferocious chaos seemed capable of covering the feeling that welled up inside him at the mere thought of Potter; something so strong Draco didn’t dare examine it. What use was it after all to be introspective when his only purpose in life concerning Potter was to hate him.

Draco clenched his jaw in distaste, his logic was circular and was getting him nowhere except on a path to a surefire headache. He was surprised to find himself wincing in pain and a sharp flare of electric pain shot from his entrance and up his spine. The pain from the night before lingered in his memory and he had never imagined it would hurt so much. When he was pounding into any number of his partners he only felt the tight heat that encased him.

Being taken, to allow something so foreign in him had felt so alien. His sphincter pulsed and clenched a little at the memory of being invaded and the phantom feeling of being filled to the point when the pain was only a fading fairy tale returned to him. Draco squeezed his eyes shut and brought the memory to a screeching halt. It wasn’t right that he was reliving the previous night. It had be a mistake and one that would only be committed once and thus there remained nothing to ponder. Draco failed to question the fact that his body flared with unbearable heat at so much the sight of black hair peaking up over the covers that was spread over the body on the couch.

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Harry felt a nervous flutter in his stomach as he walked into the room in which he had been informed the day’s shoot would be. He had yet to see Malfoy since the night before though by then it was wall past noon. The thought of facing Malfoy again sent a thrill of excitement through him, one that was accompanied by the chains of anxiousness that weighed him down from the moment he had woken. He wasn’t quite sure what he was anxious about, or what he even hoped would happen. It wasn’t as though he expected much to come from this but perhaps a nasty hex and a few cruel words and still he found himself expectant.

The layout of the room hit him as he made it perhaps a third of the way in. It made his throat go dry and he quite nearly turned around in order to walk straight back out the door he had just entered through. The room reminded Harry of the dormitory he had shared with his housemates at Hogwarts, but only vaguely. It was decorated in a rich red that was a some shade between burgundy and scarlet, and had overlying tones of gold and black. But it wasn’t the colour coordination that took him by surprise. No it was the furniture, or rather one particular piece of furniture.

In the center of the room lay one of the largest four poster beds Harry had ever laid eyes on. A structure of red mahogany and intricate highlighted inlays curtained in gold trimmed black curtains and made with the most detailed red and gold covers that rode up to a mass of black and gold pillows, it truly was a sight. But the implications of the bed brought more dread than awe as Harry found himself worrying himself in circles considering what such an opportunity meant for Malfoy.

The set had a sense of poetic irony about it that wasn’t lost on Harry and yet it made him no less anxious to see exactly where things were going to end up. He wasn’t certain that the night before had been the most clear cut one of his life, far from it, but of one thing he was sure, he would leave it up to Malfoy to pick the tone of their relationship. Harry knew it could go one of two ways, one being that Malfoy resorted to pretending that the brunet didn’t exist and the second option was Malfoy tearing into him concerning what had happened. Personally Harry was all for the first option but he wasn’t at all sure that he would get off so easily.

Harry gave the empty room a grim smile and walked over to the bed, trailing his hand over the duvet marveling at how soft it was. He tried his best to ignore the fact that his mind was telling him there was one more option, one reaction that he wouldn’t have minded at all. And that would have been to find out that Malfoy was just as blown away by the physical chemistry they had as Harry was, for if that was the case then there was still the hope that the blond would compartmentalize his pride and get it together to provide for some of the best sex either of them would ever be able to account to. But then that was just wishful thinking.

Needless to say Harry found himself well and truly over the fact that he enjoyed fucking Malfoy. That was just another one of those facts of life that he had to come to terms with in order to move on. And move on he had. Though it was not to be mistaken that he actually would go so far as to think that Malfoy was a decent person, Harry was willing to accept that so long as they both could keep their mouths shut, there were certain benefits that could be resultant. To put it simply Malfoy was the best fucks he had ever had and there was no denying that he had the urge to jump the blond whenever he so much as thought of him.

As rational as Harry felt he was being, he still refused to entertain the notion that Malfoy got to him a little too much, that it was a little intense for a quick shag. Harry was always careful with his partners to the point of being intimate, that was nothing new but Malfoy made him feel ways that struck Harry on a much deeper level. Harry simply left those feelings alone, not denying them but hardly acknowledging them. If he did carry some sort of torch for Malfoy it was best left unconfirmed lest things get too complicated, not that they already weren’t.

“Nice to see you’re prompt.” A voice came from behind him and Harry turned around, breaking off what must have seemed to be a very introspective examination of the duvet. Recovering quickly Harry flashed a bright smile the way of Alex who was standing in the doorway watching him.

“Morning.” Harry replied though it was past noon by then; he was simply trying to feel his way through the conversation; Alex, he had found, could be a rather tricky fellow to deal with.

“How are you finding the job?” Alex asked casually. He slowly began to cross the room.

“It’s not as easy as I’d thought it would be.”

“Malfoy?” Alex asked with a sort of knowing smile.

“Why would you say that?” Harry asked all too quickly.

“I’ve noticed you two enjoy giving each other a hard time.” Alex responded, leaning up against the footpost of the bed. Harry seated himself on the edge of the mattress, consciously discarded his shoes and pulled one leg up underneath himself. He caught himself wondering whether Alex was purposefully playing with words or if his mind had just chosen to put a sexual twist on the statement Alex had just made. Harry shook the thoughts from his mind.

“Sorry about that.” Harry muttered a little sheepish as he realized he unprofessional he must have been acting over the length of the shoots.

“Don’t be.” Alex said simply, “It transfers beautifully to the photographs.”

Harry only nodded, unsure as to how else to respond. Suddenly Harry was reminded quite vividly of the instance in which Alex had kissed him and Harry had the odd feeling that he was being manipulated again. Alex must have picked up on his reproach because he took that moment to excuse himself.

“I should go get the equipment ready. Ren told me to let you know that you should strip down and put on those low riding pants over there on the table. Malfoy is to do the same.”

Harry nodded and as Alex left found himself wondering how he could feel so self-conscious in front of the camera when he could only feel and act self-assured in any other situation. As he heard the door shut Harry quickly striped down and then threw on the low riding slacks that had been left on the side table, one of two identical pairs. They were a little big and so barely stayed on his hips but then Harry supposed that such would be their purpose and simply set about folding up the clothes he had been wearing.

Usually Harry found that the cold was nice, bracing but in that instance Harry couldn’t help but shiver at the room’s air touched his bare skin. Even with a roaring fire going in the hearth across from the bed Harry felt his skin prickle.

Some moments later the door opened and shut behind his back and Harry swivelled around deliberately, and was relieved to see that it was Ren and Alex. He hadn’t exactly been looking forward to telling Malfoy to take off his clothes despite what comic prospect the situation might have had.

Ren gave him a cheerful wave hello which Harry promptly returned before slumping down on the bed in submission to her advance. It took a little bit of time, three or four combs and brushes and a variety of hairstyle products but once Ren was through Harry fond himself glancing into a mirror, viewing something he had thought was impossible: his hair in a messier state than it was naturally. Harry gave her a playfully incredulous look and she shrugged her shoulders as if to say ‘Hey, what can I say?’ and Harry found himself smiling again.

Any semblance of peace however was interrupted by the door opening and closing once more. This time all eyes instantly trained on the blond who had walked into the room. Harry noticed with something akin to a sinking feeling in his stomach that Malfoy was scowling. His expression however changed in the briefest of moments to disinterested as he nodded at both Alex and Ren and proceeded to act as though the brunet wasn’t even in the room.

Harry sighed, a little relieved and a little agitated. When Malfoy was told to change clothes Harry watched vindictively, unforgiving even in the face of the glare that Malfoy gave him for a full minute before trying to change behind the bed curtains. Harry found himself forced to turn away when Malfoy stripped off his shirt and the sight of his perfect pale skin and the thin rippling muscles underneath sent a wave of heat washing through him to pool in his groin. Muting the groan that rose to his lips Harry took a deep breath and stared resolutely at the door, the exact opposite direction of Malfoy.

Once finished Malfoy strode over to the foot of the bed and leant up against the footpost much like Alex had earlier, but for the fact that Malfoy was facing the exact opposite direction, the direction that would equate to the least amount of exposure of himself to Harry.

Harry rolled his eyes and turned his attention to Ren, only marginally glad that his limited view of Malfoy was helpful in keeping his arousal at the mere presence of Malfoy in check. Ren began to speak and Harry focused attention on her glad that at the very least he was no longer a hormonal teenage incapable of focusing.

“Since you two are moving along quit fantastically I think that today we’re ready to do something more intimate.” If Harry hadn’t been expecting it he would have choked. As it was he was having a hard time breathing as the thought that nothing good could come of this continued to badger him.

Ren seemed ignorant to the suppressed reaction Harry had had to her statement and simply continued on. “I want you in the bed, the covers to your waist, as low down as it can be without revealing the waistline of the pants. Draco you’ll be a little higher up and we’ll try a couple different positions.”

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AN: Okay, firstly I sincerely apologise for how long I’ve made everyone wait for this chapter and for the length of time that he wait has been I realize this is a rather pathetic chapter. The thing is the chapter is only half of what I have written at this point and the second half is by far the better. I was going to post everything as one chapter but then decided against it because I don’t know how long it will take me to get to the next chapter and I didn’t want to make you guys wait so long again.

Next I would like to say that I appreciated each and every review I got and every time I read over my reviews I feel all warm and fuzzy inside knowing that people actually like what I write. Having said that I feel encouraged to write and with my schedule looking less hectic than it has been the past while I should be faster about chapters.

Thanks to everyone in advance, who stuck around and thank you again to everyone who reviewed.

- Incessant_Darkness

Edit: Just fixing up somem little things.