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Beauty's Beast (Sequel to Blind Beauty) COMPLETE
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Basic Needs
Chapter Number/Total: 2/24
Chapter Title: Basic Needs
Words: 2440 Words
Draco sighed again, rubbing his temples with his knuckles. He had learned the hard way not to use his fingertips for that any more. He picked up the quill and scratched some more numbers on the parchment. He had, at least, perfected the art of writing with claws. Unfortunately, he still had a problem with tearing the paper when he tried to handle it.
Harry wandered back into the room after spending about half an hour with Tonks, just chatting about her pregnancy and other little things. "What're you up to?" he asked, leaning over the desk to get a better look.
Draco huffed, blowing a stray strand of blond hair out of his eyes. "Going over our accounts," he said.
Harry reached with both his hands to stroke Draco's hair back. "Anything changed?"
Draco shivered at the touch. "No, it's just that we can't live on what your parents and Sirius left you forever, Harry," he said, "and the costs from St Mungo's last year were high."
Harry rubbed his fingertips against Draco's scalp as he slowly nodded. He knew that. "I'll need a job then."
Draco relaxed a bit under those fingers. "Yes," he answered, but the frustration was easing from his voice now. He leaned his head back against Harry's chest.
"What could I do? Auror?" Harry asked, continuing to rub, varying from hard to soft. "Maybe Quidditch?"
Draco tried to consider the question, but the pleasure of Harry's touch was arousing him and making it difficult to think. "Mmm," he answered, the sound coming out like a little growl.
Harry could tell that his fingers were affecting Draco, so he let up a little, rubbing softer. "What else could I possibly do?"
Draco had lots of thoughts about what Harry could do at that moment -- none of which would bring in money because he wasn't willing to let the man do those things with anyone else. He opened his eyes and looked up at Harry.
Harry looked down, tilting his head curiously. "I can tell that you're not even thinking of jobs anymore," he said with a small laugh.
Draco grinned, showing sharp teeth as he waggled his eyebrows. "Been a while since we did it in here."
Harry glanced around the room, laughing again. "You're right. I'm sure we can save this little talk about jobs for later."
Draco grinned up at him and then in one move, swept the parchment, ink and everything else to the floor. He pulled Harry down so that his lover was lying on his back on the desk.
Harry was always surprised when Draco moved so quickly. It seemed that the papers hadn't even hit the floor yet when Harry was picked up and placed on the desktop. He let out a surprised huff, looking up at Draco.
"These clothes important?" Draco asked, standing up now and looking down at his lover.
"Do they look important?" Harry asked in return, raising an eyebrow. He was dressed in what he considered house clothes, a pair of baggy jeans and a washed out shirt.
Draco grinned, his wolf features making him look more predatory than he would otherwise. He reached up and tore the shirt in two with one hand, allowing himself to leave small scratches on Harry's chest as he did.
Harry arched a little bit, an appreciative hum rumbling in his chest. "I really should just start walking around naked."
"You like me ripping them," Draco said, voice deep and rumbling as he reached and hooked his claws into the waistband of Harry's jeans.
"I do," Harry whispered, lifting his hips again, "and Remus and Tonks probably wouldn't like me walking around naked anyway."
The blond growled as he began ripping the jeans from his lover's body, thoroughly aroused by both the sound and the feel of doing it.
The ripping sound always made their shagging seem like it was so much more urgent than it was -- but then again, that was a lie -- with Draco it always seemed urgent.
Draco looked down at his now naked and aroused boyfriend and licked his lips. Small droplets of blood had formed where Draco's claws scratched Harry's skin. The blond leaned over, drawing his tongue up a scratch on Harry's thigh.
Harry shivered, that one lick sending a thrill up his spine. This was something that he'd never get tired of for the rest of his life with Draco.
Draco licked his way up Harry's legs, climbing onto the desk as he did. He inhaled the man's scent, but left his cock untouched for the moment as he continued licking up his body.
Harry had begun to squirm a little on the desk, each lick making him moan and want more.
Draco pressed down over Harry, rubbing his soft furry skin against his lover's body.
Harry reached up and ran a hand down Draco's side, rolling his hips to try and get more friction against his cock.
Draco growled, still straddling his lover's thighs and holding him in place. He slid up a bit until his cock was now pressed against Harry's. Then he bent his head to suck a dark nipple between his lips.
Harry cried out softly, his eyes squeezed shut as he tried to thrust up, rubbing against Draco. Draco's teeth were sharp, much sharper than his could ever be and Harry knew that all his lover needed to do was brush one point over Harry's nipple and he'd be cut.
Draco teased him with his lips and teeth. He could feel the man's heartbeat and the warmth of his flesh. He had the urge to bite and he knew it was what Harry wanted. He licked the nipple and moved to the other one.
Harry groaned softly, purposely arching his chest to try and get Draco to do more than just lick and suck. He wanted to feel those teeth.
Draco chuckled, a deep sound, and then gave Harry just enough of a bite to draw blood around that nipple before licking it again. At the same time, he rotated his hips, grinding his cock against the other man's.
"Yes," Harry hissed, reaching up to grip Draco's hair tightly, his hips rising up off the desk. "More, Draco, more."
Draco growled against Harry's chest, nipping again and lapping at the blood. "Fist our cocks, Harry," he growled.
Harry pulled his hand out of Draco's hair at the command, quickly moving it down to wrap around both of their cocks. One hand wasn't big enough so he ended up using both of his hands.
Draco moaned. "Yes, beauty, yes," he encouraged as he rocked into Harry's hands.
Harry let his head fall back again, thrusting up into the tight warmth formed by his hands and Draco's cock. "Oh, Draco," he whispered.
Draco was on all fours straddling Harry and rocking into his lover's hands. He loved the feel of Harry's cock sliding against his own. He looked down at his lover's face, gasping as he admired Harry in such a state of passion. It never ceased to amaze him. "I love this; I love you, Harry," he growled.
"I love you," Harry moaned loudly, moving faster as he worked toward his orgasm. He could barely keep his eyes open to look up at Draco, but he could feel his gaze.
Draco was shuddering now as his own arousal rose. "Yes, so close, yessss!" he cried out and then was coming, howling as he did.
It was Draco's climax that triggered Harry's, his bottom lip stuck in between his teeth as he jerked and came. He whimpered, slowly letting his hands fall to his sides.
Draco was panting and trembling over his lover's body.
Harry slowly melted back against the desk with a happy sigh, reaching sticky hands up to comb his fingers through Draco's long hair.
Draco laughed and began to lick his lover's chest again -- licking away the blood and come there.
"Mm, you're better than a shower, I swear," Harry murmured.
"More fun," Draco answered, licking his way down his lover's body.
"Definitely," Harry sighed, rubbing his fingertips against Draco's scalp again.
Draco stopped and closed his eyes, relaxing again under his lover's touch. "Mmm, maybe we should move from the desk before Remus or Tonks comes in," he said. Not that the other two probably hadn't heard, he thought to himself.
"Would be smart," Harry said with a smile. "I should also start stashing away outfits in all the rooms."
Draco laughed again and climbed off the desk, looking not only at the mess they had made of themselves but the ripped fabric, scattered papers and spilled ink on the floor. "I think you will need to use some Cleaning Charms," he said.
"Made a mess again, did we?" Harry laughed softly and slipped off the desk, getting his wand from the ruined jeans. With several quick flicks of his wand, the place was nearly back to the way it was before, papers in a neat pile on the desk.
"I think those clothes are beyond even a good Reparo," Draco drawled as Harry picked them up.
"Shame," Harry said, balling up the clothes and throwing them away. "Now, let's hope Tonks and Remus aren't standing directly outside. Though, I think they've learned not to do that."
"You could Apparate to the room," Draco suggested.
"Oh, yeah. Come here," Harry said, holding his arms open for Draco.
Draco picked up his own damaged clothing and stepped into his lover's arms, smiling at him.
Harry smiled back, wrapping his arms around Draco tightly before he closed his eyes and thought of their room, only opening them when they landed. "Much easier."
Draco kissed the top of his lover's head and stepped back. He missed being able to do magic himself but rarely brought it up anymore, knowing it upset Harry. He walked over to his wardrobe and began pulling out another set of clothes to wear. "So, before you distracted me, we were talking about money," he said.
"I did not distract you," Harry replied, smirking as he walked over and sat down on their bed. "But yeah, money. Jobs."
Draco shook his head, still smiling. "You are always distracting me," he said, then he looked more seriously at his lover. "I don't like that I live off your money or that you will have to work to support us. I wish there was something I was allowed to do."
"There has to be something," Harry said, biting his lip. "I want you to be treated like the wizard you are! It's not fair and it makes me angry." Harry ran a hand through his hair, a nervous habit he had picked up along with biting his lip. "How do you feel about me going somewhere for work though?"
Draco frowned, ignoring the first statement and answering the second. "Well, I suppose I will have to accept it, won't I?" he answered.
"Yeah, I don't really want to," Harry mumbled, crawling back on the bed.
Draco draped the clothes he had pulled out over the back of a chair and sat down on the bed, leaning back against the post. "You said Auror or Quidditch. Are those the only things that interest you?" he asked.
"Basically," Harry replied, looking at him. "I've never thought of anything else really."
"You can do whatever you want, Harry. You are a powerful wizard and a hero," Draco said, trying to keep the bitterness out of his voice.
Harry looked at him for a long moment, wondering why that statement didn't sound right. "Well, I've been doing so much for half of my life already. I guess I'm just being lazy now."
Draco wished again that he still had his family's money. Harry shouldn't have to work. Hell, the wizarding world should owe him a lot for what he did.
Harry sighed, turning on his side and pulling a pillow close. "I just don't want to leave you here."
Draco moved over to lie down facing his lover. He reached a hand up to run his claws through the man's hair. "I don't like to be away from you either," he said softly. "I wish there was some way we could work together."
"If we could work from here, that would be even better," Harry said, closing his eyes. He hated going outside sometimes, the constant stares having intensified now that he had actually killed Voldemort.
Draco's brows pulled together as he thought.
"You own shares in the Weasleys' business," Draco said. "Do you think George and Fred would mind if you took a more active role in development?"
"Oh!" Harry sat up a little, quickly thinking about the possibilities. "Well, yeah! They do owe me. Or so they say."
Draco was nodding, mind already thinking of possibilities. "With my claws and without a wand, I can't make potions," he said. "But I can still think of them and have ideas for what can be done with them. If we worked together, we might come up with ones they could market."
Harry grinned, nudging Draco with his foot. He was so happy that he didn't know what to do with himself, apparently. "You just thought of what we could do together! I'll contact Fred and George as soon as possible. And, I bet it would be fun!"
Draco laughed. "With my hands and your legendary potion skills, we will be lucky if we don't blow up the place!"
"Hmm, Remus and Tonks might not like that," Harry said thoughtfully, tapping his chin. "Especially since there will be a baby around here soon enough."
"A baby," Draco shook his head. "There should be a joke about two werewolves and a baby."
Harry laughed. "But they're both very civilized werewolves."
"Anyone who got a look at you right now wouldn't think that," Draco said, using the furred back of his hand to caress the marks on his lover's body.
"Good thing only you see me like this then, hm?" Harry asked, stroking a hand up his arm. He loved the soft fur.
"Very good thing," Draco said, voice dropping deeper as he moved closer, bending to kiss him.
Harry's mouth opened under the kiss, his tongue sliding into Draco's mouth to touch his own. "Well, yeah," he whispered a moment later, still running his hand up and down Draco's arm. "I don't want anyone to see me but you."
"Mine," Draco said, voice a growl again as he pulled Harry against himself once more.
"Yours," Harry said softly, bending his head and rubbing his cheek against Draco's chest.
Chapter Title: Basic Needs
Words: 2440 Words
Draco sighed again, rubbing his temples with his knuckles. He had learned the hard way not to use his fingertips for that any more. He picked up the quill and scratched some more numbers on the parchment. He had, at least, perfected the art of writing with claws. Unfortunately, he still had a problem with tearing the paper when he tried to handle it.
Harry wandered back into the room after spending about half an hour with Tonks, just chatting about her pregnancy and other little things. "What're you up to?" he asked, leaning over the desk to get a better look.
Draco huffed, blowing a stray strand of blond hair out of his eyes. "Going over our accounts," he said.
Harry reached with both his hands to stroke Draco's hair back. "Anything changed?"
Draco shivered at the touch. "No, it's just that we can't live on what your parents and Sirius left you forever, Harry," he said, "and the costs from St Mungo's last year were high."
Harry rubbed his fingertips against Draco's scalp as he slowly nodded. He knew that. "I'll need a job then."
Draco relaxed a bit under those fingers. "Yes," he answered, but the frustration was easing from his voice now. He leaned his head back against Harry's chest.
"What could I do? Auror?" Harry asked, continuing to rub, varying from hard to soft. "Maybe Quidditch?"
Draco tried to consider the question, but the pleasure of Harry's touch was arousing him and making it difficult to think. "Mmm," he answered, the sound coming out like a little growl.
Harry could tell that his fingers were affecting Draco, so he let up a little, rubbing softer. "What else could I possibly do?"
Draco had lots of thoughts about what Harry could do at that moment -- none of which would bring in money because he wasn't willing to let the man do those things with anyone else. He opened his eyes and looked up at Harry.
Harry looked down, tilting his head curiously. "I can tell that you're not even thinking of jobs anymore," he said with a small laugh.
Draco grinned, showing sharp teeth as he waggled his eyebrows. "Been a while since we did it in here."
Harry glanced around the room, laughing again. "You're right. I'm sure we can save this little talk about jobs for later."
Draco grinned up at him and then in one move, swept the parchment, ink and everything else to the floor. He pulled Harry down so that his lover was lying on his back on the desk.
Harry was always surprised when Draco moved so quickly. It seemed that the papers hadn't even hit the floor yet when Harry was picked up and placed on the desktop. He let out a surprised huff, looking up at Draco.
"These clothes important?" Draco asked, standing up now and looking down at his lover.
"Do they look important?" Harry asked in return, raising an eyebrow. He was dressed in what he considered house clothes, a pair of baggy jeans and a washed out shirt.
Draco grinned, his wolf features making him look more predatory than he would otherwise. He reached up and tore the shirt in two with one hand, allowing himself to leave small scratches on Harry's chest as he did.
Harry arched a little bit, an appreciative hum rumbling in his chest. "I really should just start walking around naked."
"You like me ripping them," Draco said, voice deep and rumbling as he reached and hooked his claws into the waistband of Harry's jeans.
"I do," Harry whispered, lifting his hips again, "and Remus and Tonks probably wouldn't like me walking around naked anyway."
The blond growled as he began ripping the jeans from his lover's body, thoroughly aroused by both the sound and the feel of doing it.
The ripping sound always made their shagging seem like it was so much more urgent than it was -- but then again, that was a lie -- with Draco it always seemed urgent.
Draco looked down at his now naked and aroused boyfriend and licked his lips. Small droplets of blood had formed where Draco's claws scratched Harry's skin. The blond leaned over, drawing his tongue up a scratch on Harry's thigh.
Harry shivered, that one lick sending a thrill up his spine. This was something that he'd never get tired of for the rest of his life with Draco.
Draco licked his way up Harry's legs, climbing onto the desk as he did. He inhaled the man's scent, but left his cock untouched for the moment as he continued licking up his body.
Harry had begun to squirm a little on the desk, each lick making him moan and want more.
Draco pressed down over Harry, rubbing his soft furry skin against his lover's body.
Harry reached up and ran a hand down Draco's side, rolling his hips to try and get more friction against his cock.
Draco growled, still straddling his lover's thighs and holding him in place. He slid up a bit until his cock was now pressed against Harry's. Then he bent his head to suck a dark nipple between his lips.
Harry cried out softly, his eyes squeezed shut as he tried to thrust up, rubbing against Draco. Draco's teeth were sharp, much sharper than his could ever be and Harry knew that all his lover needed to do was brush one point over Harry's nipple and he'd be cut.
Draco teased him with his lips and teeth. He could feel the man's heartbeat and the warmth of his flesh. He had the urge to bite and he knew it was what Harry wanted. He licked the nipple and moved to the other one.
Harry groaned softly, purposely arching his chest to try and get Draco to do more than just lick and suck. He wanted to feel those teeth.
Draco chuckled, a deep sound, and then gave Harry just enough of a bite to draw blood around that nipple before licking it again. At the same time, he rotated his hips, grinding his cock against the other man's.
"Yes," Harry hissed, reaching up to grip Draco's hair tightly, his hips rising up off the desk. "More, Draco, more."
Draco growled against Harry's chest, nipping again and lapping at the blood. "Fist our cocks, Harry," he growled.
Harry pulled his hand out of Draco's hair at the command, quickly moving it down to wrap around both of their cocks. One hand wasn't big enough so he ended up using both of his hands.
Draco moaned. "Yes, beauty, yes," he encouraged as he rocked into Harry's hands.
Harry let his head fall back again, thrusting up into the tight warmth formed by his hands and Draco's cock. "Oh, Draco," he whispered.
Draco was on all fours straddling Harry and rocking into his lover's hands. He loved the feel of Harry's cock sliding against his own. He looked down at his lover's face, gasping as he admired Harry in such a state of passion. It never ceased to amaze him. "I love this; I love you, Harry," he growled.
"I love you," Harry moaned loudly, moving faster as he worked toward his orgasm. He could barely keep his eyes open to look up at Draco, but he could feel his gaze.
Draco was shuddering now as his own arousal rose. "Yes, so close, yessss!" he cried out and then was coming, howling as he did.
It was Draco's climax that triggered Harry's, his bottom lip stuck in between his teeth as he jerked and came. He whimpered, slowly letting his hands fall to his sides.
Draco was panting and trembling over his lover's body.
Harry slowly melted back against the desk with a happy sigh, reaching sticky hands up to comb his fingers through Draco's long hair.
Draco laughed and began to lick his lover's chest again -- licking away the blood and come there.
"Mm, you're better than a shower, I swear," Harry murmured.
"More fun," Draco answered, licking his way down his lover's body.
"Definitely," Harry sighed, rubbing his fingertips against Draco's scalp again.
Draco stopped and closed his eyes, relaxing again under his lover's touch. "Mmm, maybe we should move from the desk before Remus or Tonks comes in," he said. Not that the other two probably hadn't heard, he thought to himself.
"Would be smart," Harry said with a smile. "I should also start stashing away outfits in all the rooms."
Draco laughed again and climbed off the desk, looking not only at the mess they had made of themselves but the ripped fabric, scattered papers and spilled ink on the floor. "I think you will need to use some Cleaning Charms," he said.
"Made a mess again, did we?" Harry laughed softly and slipped off the desk, getting his wand from the ruined jeans. With several quick flicks of his wand, the place was nearly back to the way it was before, papers in a neat pile on the desk.
"I think those clothes are beyond even a good Reparo," Draco drawled as Harry picked them up.
"Shame," Harry said, balling up the clothes and throwing them away. "Now, let's hope Tonks and Remus aren't standing directly outside. Though, I think they've learned not to do that."
"You could Apparate to the room," Draco suggested.
"Oh, yeah. Come here," Harry said, holding his arms open for Draco.
Draco picked up his own damaged clothing and stepped into his lover's arms, smiling at him.
Harry smiled back, wrapping his arms around Draco tightly before he closed his eyes and thought of their room, only opening them when they landed. "Much easier."
Draco kissed the top of his lover's head and stepped back. He missed being able to do magic himself but rarely brought it up anymore, knowing it upset Harry. He walked over to his wardrobe and began pulling out another set of clothes to wear. "So, before you distracted me, we were talking about money," he said.
"I did not distract you," Harry replied, smirking as he walked over and sat down on their bed. "But yeah, money. Jobs."
Draco shook his head, still smiling. "You are always distracting me," he said, then he looked more seriously at his lover. "I don't like that I live off your money or that you will have to work to support us. I wish there was something I was allowed to do."
"There has to be something," Harry said, biting his lip. "I want you to be treated like the wizard you are! It's not fair and it makes me angry." Harry ran a hand through his hair, a nervous habit he had picked up along with biting his lip. "How do you feel about me going somewhere for work though?"
Draco frowned, ignoring the first statement and answering the second. "Well, I suppose I will have to accept it, won't I?" he answered.
"Yeah, I don't really want to," Harry mumbled, crawling back on the bed.
Draco draped the clothes he had pulled out over the back of a chair and sat down on the bed, leaning back against the post. "You said Auror or Quidditch. Are those the only things that interest you?" he asked.
"Basically," Harry replied, looking at him. "I've never thought of anything else really."
"You can do whatever you want, Harry. You are a powerful wizard and a hero," Draco said, trying to keep the bitterness out of his voice.
Harry looked at him for a long moment, wondering why that statement didn't sound right. "Well, I've been doing so much for half of my life already. I guess I'm just being lazy now."
Draco wished again that he still had his family's money. Harry shouldn't have to work. Hell, the wizarding world should owe him a lot for what he did.
Harry sighed, turning on his side and pulling a pillow close. "I just don't want to leave you here."
Draco moved over to lie down facing his lover. He reached a hand up to run his claws through the man's hair. "I don't like to be away from you either," he said softly. "I wish there was some way we could work together."
"If we could work from here, that would be even better," Harry said, closing his eyes. He hated going outside sometimes, the constant stares having intensified now that he had actually killed Voldemort.
Draco's brows pulled together as he thought.
"You own shares in the Weasleys' business," Draco said. "Do you think George and Fred would mind if you took a more active role in development?"
"Oh!" Harry sat up a little, quickly thinking about the possibilities. "Well, yeah! They do owe me. Or so they say."
Draco was nodding, mind already thinking of possibilities. "With my claws and without a wand, I can't make potions," he said. "But I can still think of them and have ideas for what can be done with them. If we worked together, we might come up with ones they could market."
Harry grinned, nudging Draco with his foot. He was so happy that he didn't know what to do with himself, apparently. "You just thought of what we could do together! I'll contact Fred and George as soon as possible. And, I bet it would be fun!"
Draco laughed. "With my hands and your legendary potion skills, we will be lucky if we don't blow up the place!"
"Hmm, Remus and Tonks might not like that," Harry said thoughtfully, tapping his chin. "Especially since there will be a baby around here soon enough."
"A baby," Draco shook his head. "There should be a joke about two werewolves and a baby."
Harry laughed. "But they're both very civilized werewolves."
"Anyone who got a look at you right now wouldn't think that," Draco said, using the furred back of his hand to caress the marks on his lover's body.
"Good thing only you see me like this then, hm?" Harry asked, stroking a hand up his arm. He loved the soft fur.
"Very good thing," Draco said, voice dropping deeper as he moved closer, bending to kiss him.
Harry's mouth opened under the kiss, his tongue sliding into Draco's mouth to touch his own. "Well, yeah," he whispered a moment later, still running his hand up and down Draco's arm. "I don't want anyone to see me but you."
"Mine," Draco said, voice a growl again as he pulled Harry against himself once more.
"Yours," Harry said softly, bending his head and rubbing his cheek against Draco's chest.