Fallen Star (Sequel to Shooting Star) COMPLETE
folder
Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
33
Views:
17,340
Reviews:
176
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
33
Views:
17,340
Reviews:
176
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
A Perfect Grace
Chapter Number/Total: 32/32
Chapter Title: A Perfect Grace
Words: 4395 Words
Draco stood on the balcony overlooking the Seine River, smiling as the sun set over Paris. He glanced behind himself to where a pot was being stirred magically. He moved back into the townhouse and flicked his wand to douse the flame under the sauce. Dinner was ready. Now if only his lovers would be on time. He was both excited and a little nervous as he waited for them.
Harry walked inside of their house, immediately smelling another one of Draco's delightful meals on the stove. "Draco? Mark?" he called out, slipping his shoes off.
"In here," Draco called from the dining area, setting the delicate bone china plates on the table and using his wand to light the candles in the centre. "Mark's late," he added.
"What's new about that?" Harry said with a smile, making his way into the room. "How was your day?" he asked once he saw his lover. Harry took a moment to admire Draco in the candlelight.
Draco smiled and turned to Harry, reaching a hand to him. "I learnt an interesting spell today that can be used to keep a sauce from scalding." Draco was studying with the Wizarding branch of Le Cordon Bleu’s Culinary Academy.
"We started practising on patients today," Harry said proudly, stepping close and taking Draco's hand.
Draco pulled Harry against him and bent to capture his mouth, one hand cupping the back of his lover’s head. He kissed him slowly and thoroughly. He could almost forget food at the marvellous taste of that kiss.
"Oh my, am I interrupting anything?" came Mark's carefree voice from the doorway. The sight of his two lovers in each other's arms was so beautiful he felt torn between joining them and pulling out his sketchpad to try and capture it.
Draco pulled back, smiling down at Harry and then over at Mark. It never ceased to amaze him how good he felt when the three of them were together. "Harry was just telling us how they let him lay hands on real patients today," he said in a teasing tone.
"Oh?" Mark walked into the room, setting his sketchbook down on a side table before stepping closer to them, his arms sliding around both of them. "What lucky patients they must've been."
Harry blushed softly, leaning up to kiss Mark. "And how was your day, love?"
"Draw any more naked people to show us?" Draco asked, waggling his eyebrows and then leaning in to kiss Mark after Harry.
"Of course," Mark said with a smirk. "The French are very ... open about these kinds of things, I've noticed. Not a problem at all. But I have my two favourite models here, anyway." He sniffed the air, a curious expression on his face. His stomach rumbled in response to the aromas.
"Let's have dinner," Draco suggested, gesturing to the set table. "After dinner you can show us your drawings ... in the bedroom."
"Sounds like a good plan," Mark said with a smile, taking Harry's hand and pulling him towards the table to sit down.
Harry took the seat next to Mark and was immediately pulled against his side, Mark's arm sliding around his waist as his forehead was kissed. Mark could always seem to tell when Harry was feeling a little tired after school. The concentration and magic Harry used could be draining.
Draco served their meal and then sat back, smiling at his lovers. "Today is our anniversary," he announced, amused by their looks of surprise.
Harry glanced up at Draco curiously, just about to take a bite of his meal. "Anniversary?"
Mark was suddenly feeling guilty for not realising something like that. "Yeah ...?"
"It has been a year since we first posed for you together … nude," Draco smirked, reaching for the champagne he had set aside.
Mark blushed, slowly nodding as he remembered. "The first time we ... together," he said softly, reaching to take Harry's hand.
"I remember," Harry said, smiling affectionately at Mark and then Draco. It was the drawing that had brought them to bed together and still hung over their bed now.
Draco grinned and poured three glasses for them, passing them to his lovers before lifting his own. "To love, no matter how it begins," he said.
Harry lifted his glass, glancing at Mark, and then together they leant in to tap their glasses together. "To love," they said. The glasses clinked and they all sipped. Harry settled back in the chair, Mark's other arm still wrapped around his waist. "I ... I never thought I'd have so much love," he said softly, setting the glass down.
Draco looked thoughtful. "Before you kissed me, I never thought to have any kind of love," he admitted.
Harry smiled, shaking his head. "It might not have happened the best way, but I'm glad it did anyway."
Mark thought of how lonely he had felt before he met them and how full and happy his life felt now. "Worth everything," he added.
Draco smiled and they ate their meal, talking about their days at school and upcoming plans for a trip over their summer holidays. Finally, Draco stood up from the table and arched an eyebrow. "I want this to be the first time for something else," he said and held out his hands to them, both nervous and excited again.
"Oh, first times are always exciting," Mark said with a grin, taking Draco's hand.
Draco led them into the bedroom, drawing them down to sit on the bed with him. "So, I wanted to talk about something," he said, hesitating. His heart was beating frantically. He had practised in his mind what to say but even so, it was difficult to put into words.
Harry sat down on the bed, resting his head on Draco's shoulder. "Talk?" he asked.
Mark sat on Draco's other side, still holding his hand. It was rare to see Draco actually look nervous. In fact, it was probably only after knowing the man for two years that he could even tell.
"That night, in the Mansion," Draco whispered. "What Macnair and the others ... did to m-me," he stammered. "It wasn't the first time."
Mark frowned for the first time that night, squeezing Draco's hand. He still had nightmares about that night sometimes. Was Draco saying he had been raped before that awful night?
"Wasn't the first time?" Harry asked softly. "Someone ... someone had done that before to you?" He had suspected, but Draco never seemed willing to talk about it.
"R-raped me? Yes," Draco said, looking down at where Mark held his hand. "I've never actually had anyone ... inside me ... when it wasn't ... forced."
Harry swallowed, looking down at his lap. It was hard to hear about, but he knew he should let Draco talk. And Harry felt bad because he never actually asked before if Draco would've wanted him to top.
"I'm so sorry," Mark whispered, biting his lip gently. He wasn't sure how else he was supposed to react to that.
Draco squeezed Mark's hand and then looked up into Harry's bright green eyes. "Will you?" he whispered, heart hammering in his chest.
Harry bit his lip. Draco was asking him to top? Harry nodded slowly. "Yes, I will. Anything for you, remember?"
"Be my first," Draco said softly, reaching his hand that wasn't holding Mark's to cup Harry's cheek. He couldn't imagine anyone but Harry that he could trust this with.
"Of course," Harry said softly, leaning into the touch. He thought about the way Draco had "redone" his first time, trying to make up for the rape that had preceded it. He wanted to do that for Draco.
Mark stayed quiet, knowing this was a moment just for the two of them.
Draco kissed Harry, trembling slightly. Then he turned and looked at Mark. "I want you to hold me during," he said.
Mark nodded, glad to be able to do something for Draco as well. "Yes," he said, running his thumb over the blond's hand.
"I have thought a lot about this. The ... other times, I was facedown. So I want to be on my back and see both your faces," Draco explained, shivering a bit. "Make love to me?"
"I'll make love to you. Make you forget everyone else," Harry said softly, reaching up to unbutton Draco's shirt. Mark helped, kissing Draco's cheek before starting on his trousers.
Draco shivered, surrendering to their loving touches as they undressed him and lay him back in the bed.
"You'll tell me if you want me to stop," Harry said, slipping off of the bed with Mark, undressing with the other man too.
Draco lay back in their extra large bed with its down pillows and watched the two beautiful men he loved strip for him. It was amazing and his heart was beating fast, his cock already hardening.
Mark climbed onto the bed once he was done, moving up to sit against the headboard. "Lie back on me," he said softly to Draco, reaching for him. He felt awed to be included in something so important -- to be so trusted by the man he had once believed to be so cold.
Harry found the very well used tube of lubricant in the side table drawer and then got onto the bed as well, waiting for Draco to move back and get comfortable.
Draco trembled as he did as Mark told him, laying his head on his lover's shoulder and tipping his head back to kiss him. Mark holding him like this felt protective.
Mark leant down to kiss Draco softly, one hand fanning over Draco's chest, stroking the soft skin, tracing his scars. Mark, like Draco, had scars on his back as well. It was a kind of oddly special bond between them. He remembered how shocked he had been the first time he had seen Harry and Draco's scars. Now they all wore them as reminders of what they had survived. That they had survived, and moved on.
Harry watched them and waited ... waited until he saw Draco relax completely. Only then did he move up in between his lover's spread legs, leaning down to kiss both of Draco's hip bones. Harry felt like he was worshipping Draco, wanting him to see and feel how devoted he was.
Mark could feel Draco's fluttering heartbeat, and he continued to stroke his fingers over his chest, leaning down to kiss where he could reach. "Shh, it's okay," he whispered.
Harry kept kissing along Draco's hips until he reached his cock, pulling it into his mouth and beginning to suck. He reached around for the lube and opened it at the same time, squeezing some onto his fingers. Draco had done this for him so many times and now he wanted to make this as good for the man as possible.
Draco moaned at the feeling of Harry's warm mouth around his cock. He loved that. Loved everything about Harry. And Mark was holding him, touching him. He loved and trusted these two men. Yet, his body still trembled as he saw Harry reach for the lube.
Harry looked up as he bobbed his head, looking up into Mark's eyes at the exact same time. They shared an understanding of Draco now. An understanding of how Draco always tried to seem unafraid and in control, but was really just as vulnerable, if not more so, than anyone.
Mark nodded slightly and looked back down at Draco, brushing the hair away from his face. "We love you," he said quietly, kissing him again. "We would never, ever hurt you."
As Mark spoke, Harry brushed a finger over the skin right underneath Draco's balls, waiting for a reaction before moving on.
Draco lifted his face to kiss Mark, using it to distract himself and spreading his legs to encourage Harry at the same time.
Harry took that as a good reaction and sucked a bit harder, his finger moving down to trace around Draco's entrance. He pulled his mouth off of Draco's cock after a moment, moving down and focusing on his fingers.
Mark kissed Draco back, trying to let both his desire and his willingness to be there for his lovers show in his touch as his hands slid back and forth over Draco's chest, pinching his nipples every now and then.
Draco's breath caught, nipples hardening under Mark's practised touch. He reached a hand up to grab Mark's curls, pulling as he arched up against Harry's finger. He felt a potent mixture of arousal and fear.
Harry quietly watched, biting his lip before he leant in and began to lick at the puckered skin of Draco's opening, ignoring the taste of the lubricant. He could taste Draco underneath it all and it made him shudder with pleasure.
Mark kissed Draco harder, pinching the hardened nipples and gently pulling, enjoying the other man's gasps and moans.
Draco moaned in to Mark's mouth, reaching his other hand down to touch Harry's hair and spreading his own legs as wide as he could. Their combined touches were definitely more arousing than frightening now.
Harry smiled when he saw Draco's legs open wider, his own hands moving to his lover's arse, helping to spread him. He pressed his face again between those cheeks and began to suck on the skin, his teeth grazing him a few times.
Mark pulled back to look at what Harry was doing, biting his lip hard. It was so hot to watch this.
"Yes, yes, Harry," Draco gasped, cock twitching in anticipation as Harry lips and tongue made him shiver with pleasure.
Once Harry heard those words he moved one of his fingers up and began to gently press against the centre, the tip of his finger slowly slipping inside. "This is your real first time," he whispered.
Draco moaned, relaxed and slick enough that the finger felt good. "Yes, baby," he whispered.
Harry continued to slide the finger inside, swallowing at how hot and slick Draco felt. Once he was completely inside he stopped and looked up at Draco, his other hand resting on his stomach. "Are you okay?"
Draco nodded, looking down at Harry. The sight was amazing. "Yes, more," he encouraged.
Harry smiled softly up at him, the finger slowly pulling out before pushing back in. He began a small in and out rhythm, making sure to watch Draco's face. "You're doing so well," he whispered, leaning down to kiss the tip of his cock.
"Yes, more, use your mouth," Draco encouraged, unable to keep from directing even now.
Mark smiled, amazed Draco had made it this far without giving orders. He understood how much trust that took for Draco to be able to do this.
Harry happily obeyed, sliding his mouth down over Draco's cock as he slowly crooked his finger and pressed down harder, knowing from his own experience, and that with Mark, how to use that sensitive area to heighten his lover's pleasure.
"Oh, yessss!" Draco hissed, arching up to take more of Harry's finger and mouth.
Harry reached to curve his hand around Draco's hip, holding him down gently as he sucked him harder, the finger rubbing against that bundle of nerves inside Draco.
"Found the spot, hm?" Mark asked softly, running a hand through Draco's hair again. He knew how good Harry was with his hands and Mark's own body responded sympathetically.
"Oh, yes," Draco agreed, "more, my loves!" His loves, he thought. He trusted them beyond anyone else.
Harry smiled the best he could around Draco's cock as he gently began to press a second finger inside alongside the first, sucking hard to distract him.
Draco was moaning and panting. "Don't want to come yet," he gasped. "Please, Harry, now."
Harry only pulled his mouth back, the second finger sliding inside easily. "Are you sure?" he asked, scissoring his fingers a few times. He was a bit nervous now that the moment had come.
"Yes, I am," Draco managed, voice nearly cracking and his body trembling. He wanted this but it still scared him.
Harry was still cautious, but he carefully pulled his fingers out and reached for the lube, squeezing more into his hand as he got up on his knees. "Hold his hand," he said to Mark, slowly rubbing the lubricant over himself.
Mark reached for Draco's hand, squeezing it gently.
"Just let me see your eyes when you do it," Draco said, holding Mark's hand and watching Harry.
"It might hurt a little," Harry said quietly, moving up in between Draco's legs and pressing against his entrance. To finally be doing this after two years with him, Harry didn't know what to feel or say. Of course he felt completely trusted, more than before, because he knew this was a significant moment for both Draco, and himself.
Draco's body was shaking but he didn't think it was fear now. He had no fear of Harry. "Baby, I want you inside me," Draco answered, looking at him with the love and adoration he felt.
Harry moved up and over Draco, leaning down to press a small kiss to his lips. "I love you," he said, and then he was pushing inside, his fingers tightening in the sheets as the pleasure overwhelmed him.
Draco kept his eyes on Harry's and he tried to breathe, to relax as he felt his lover's cock breach him. The other times he had been entered were extremely painful and this was nothing like that. He had been fucking Harry for two years and he knew Harry enjoyed it. And this ... this felt good, but strange. His body spasmed around his lover and he gripped Mark's hand in his and Harry's hair with the other. "More," he whispered.
Harry had to hold still once he was completely inside of Draco, his own body trembling hard when he felt Draco spasm. It was different than being inside of anyone else, different than it had been with Mark, much different. He wondered if it was their magical connection that intensified the experience or their depth of experience with, and love for, each other.
Mark was watching everything, comfortable with giving them the time they needed to do this. He was aroused, of course, but understood this was all about Draco and was happy with giving him that attention.
Draco was pressed between the two bodies of his lovers, filled with Harry's cock and looking up into his eyes. Filled both physically and emotionally, he thought. "Baby, please fuck me," he whispered to Harry.
Harry leant down to press his lips against Draco as he slowly pulled out of him, a long moan escaping him. "Fucking you, loving you," he murmured, his hips rotating as he spoke.
"Yes, baby, yes," Draco agreed, his heart beating fast as his own cock twitched with every movement. "You feel amazing inside me."
Harry slowly began a steady rhythm, his hips rolling. He kept kissing Draco as he moved, leaning up to look at Mark for a moment. Mark leant down and managed to press his lips against Harry's, reaching to cup his cheek.
Draco lay under Harry, could feel Mark's arousal against his back and Harry's cock pumping in and out of him while his lovers kissed. It felt perfect.
Mark gently pulled himself away from the kiss, his hand moving up and sliding into Harry's long hair, just as the other one slid into Draco's. "Fuck him, love," he said, looking into Harry's eyes.
Harry reached to grip Draco's hips, his eyes closing as he thrust harder and faster, gasping at the feeling.
"Oh, yes, oh, yes," Draco began to chant, feeling the power inside him building with each thrust. "Baby, fill me, please," he moaned.
Harry was thrusting as hard as he could, the bed shaking with their movements. "I'm close," he managed to gasp, just as Mark's hand tightened in his hair.
Draco reached a hand between their bodies, pulling on his own already slick cock. "Yes, Harry, come inside me," he cried out as his own orgasm made him shake and arch into Harry.
Draco's words alone could've made Harry come, and he did, crying out loudly as he tensed up. Before he even knew what was happening, there was a pair of warm lips kissing him hard, the hand in his hair pulling tightly.
Draco wrapped an arm about Harry's waist and pulled him tight against his own body so he was pressed between his two lovers. "Yes, inside me," he repeated, body twitching. He lifted his face, watching his lovers kiss and nuzzling at their chins.
Harry pulled back from the kiss with a small happy sigh and then leant down to kiss Draco. "Was that okay?" he asked Draco after a moment.
Draco had wrapped his legs around Harry's hips at some point and he squeezed them now, smirking. "Fantastic," he said, kissing him again. He couldn't really explain how it felt, even to himself. He had finally let himself enjoy this part of sex and it felt like a kind of new beginning for him.
Mark laughed softly and Harry smiled into the kiss, slowly collapsing on top of Draco. "Good, because it was perfect for me," Harry said honestly.
Draco smiled, feeling completely relaxed. He grinned up at Mark, letting him see in his eyes how good he felt. "There is something hard pressed into my back," he teased.
Mark smirked, and shifted purposely against him. "Oh, is there?" he asked, feigning surprise, eyes lit with a mischievous spark.
Draco shifted so he rubbed against Mark's cock.
Mark moaned softly, beginning to continuously rub against Draco's back, his head thrown back.
Harry shifted himself and gently pulled out of Draco, moving up and curling up slightly on top of him.
Draco was distracted by Mark and only shivered a bit as Harry withdrew from his body. "Yes, Mark," Draco whispered, gripping the man's hair and rocking with him.
Mark leant down to kiss Draco hard, his thighs tightening around him as he thrust harder.
Draco's head was tipped back, kissing Mark as the man rutted against him and Harry pressed to his front.
Harry didn't move, his cheek pressed against Draco's chest as he felt their bodies rocking under him. He could swear he felt their pleasure as well.
Mark's orgasm came so suddenly that he didn't have time to say much, his body tensing up as he moaned loudly into Draco's mouth.
Draco felt a kind of joy and contentment in his lovers' pleasure that he would have never thought possible years before. He kissed Mark through his orgasm and then drew back to smile at him and then down at Harry.
Harry smiled up at the both of them, reaching up to brush his fingers over Draco's cheek. "I ... don't know what to say," he whispered, looking in between the two of them. It was more like he didn't know how to describe what he was feeling.
Draco smirked. "I think we’re crushing Mark," he replied.
"Oh, I'm fine," Mark said with a smile, but Harry moved off of Draco and curled up next to them, wanting their combined warmth against him.
"Hey," Draco mock complained, "who says you get to be in the middle?" He sat up and looked back over his shoulder at the two.
Harry giggled, rolling his eyes at Draco. "Don't ruin the moment," he teased.
"Am I?" he asked, arching an eyebrow and looking to Mark. Draco was positively sticky - with come and lube inside him, on his own belly and his back. He laughed at the thought of what he must look like at that moment.
"Not really," Mark replied contentedly. "Harry, do one of your cleaning things," he said, laying back on the bed and waiting for the small tingle that always came with the spell.
Harry made a kind of odd wave with his hand and the mess disappeared from both Mark and Draco.
Draco laughed again in delight. He loved it when Harry did wandless magic. He crawled up Mark's body and then snuggled up against the opposite side from Harry, one hand reaching to stroke Harry's hair as he did.
"Mm," Harry hummed softly, snuggling as close as he could on Mark's other side. "I love you both," he mumbled, resting his head on Mark's shoulder.
Draco smiled, resting for a bit before asking with a grin, "So, Mark, who will you fuck first, Harry or me?"
Mark tapped his chin thoughtfully, looking at Harry and then Draco a few times. "Oh, this is hard," he said slowly, grinning. To be honest, he had long ago resigned himself to never topping Draco and was even now a little intimidated by the idea. He figured he would eventually but was in no hurry.
Draco chuckled. "You prat," he said, pinching the man. "Well, I personally can think of lots of new positions to try," he added.
"Like you in the middle," Harry said, smiling at him. "Or Mark in the middle. Let you two enjoy that for once."
"Yes," Draco grinned, already imagining new experiences that were possible now. "Spending the rest of our life coming up with new ways to please each other."
"The rest of our lives ... together," Mark murmured, turning and kissing both of the men on their cheeks. He had such a sense of wonder and belonging at those words.
Draco sighed happily, watching Harry's face across from him. This was not a life Draco would ever have imagined for himself before that final confrontation with Voldemort. His life now was much better than he had ever believed possible. He reached for Harry's hand, their fingers entwined and resting on Mark's chest.
Harry squeezed Draco's hand and watched Draco, his eyes soft and full of the love he felt for him. "Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place," he began to sing softly. "Come what may ..."
"Come what may," Mark echoed, immediately remembering the song Harry and Draco sang together sometimes. They both looked at Draco for him to finish the song.
"I will love you till the end of time," Draco finished, his own eyes shining as he looked into Harry's green eyes.
[You have come to the end of the tale that began with Shooting Star and finished here in Fallen Star. We hope you have enjoyed this story and would very much appreciate it if you left us some words about the experience of reading it. At this time, there is no sequel planned. If that changes, we will let you know. In the meantime, feel free to read our other stories.
Slashpervert has written an authors notes and analysis of these two stories and the process of writing them. Please proceed here to read An Author's Understanding of Stars.
There is also a yahoo groups mailing list with updates about current and future writings by Slashpervert and co-authors. Feel free to sign up at: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/slashpervert_fiction/ .]
Chapter Title: A Perfect Grace
Words: 4395 Words
Draco stood on the balcony overlooking the Seine River, smiling as the sun set over Paris. He glanced behind himself to where a pot was being stirred magically. He moved back into the townhouse and flicked his wand to douse the flame under the sauce. Dinner was ready. Now if only his lovers would be on time. He was both excited and a little nervous as he waited for them.
Harry walked inside of their house, immediately smelling another one of Draco's delightful meals on the stove. "Draco? Mark?" he called out, slipping his shoes off.
"In here," Draco called from the dining area, setting the delicate bone china plates on the table and using his wand to light the candles in the centre. "Mark's late," he added.
"What's new about that?" Harry said with a smile, making his way into the room. "How was your day?" he asked once he saw his lover. Harry took a moment to admire Draco in the candlelight.
Draco smiled and turned to Harry, reaching a hand to him. "I learnt an interesting spell today that can be used to keep a sauce from scalding." Draco was studying with the Wizarding branch of Le Cordon Bleu’s Culinary Academy.
"We started practising on patients today," Harry said proudly, stepping close and taking Draco's hand.
Draco pulled Harry against him and bent to capture his mouth, one hand cupping the back of his lover’s head. He kissed him slowly and thoroughly. He could almost forget food at the marvellous taste of that kiss.
"Oh my, am I interrupting anything?" came Mark's carefree voice from the doorway. The sight of his two lovers in each other's arms was so beautiful he felt torn between joining them and pulling out his sketchpad to try and capture it.
Draco pulled back, smiling down at Harry and then over at Mark. It never ceased to amaze him how good he felt when the three of them were together. "Harry was just telling us how they let him lay hands on real patients today," he said in a teasing tone.
"Oh?" Mark walked into the room, setting his sketchbook down on a side table before stepping closer to them, his arms sliding around both of them. "What lucky patients they must've been."
Harry blushed softly, leaning up to kiss Mark. "And how was your day, love?"
"Draw any more naked people to show us?" Draco asked, waggling his eyebrows and then leaning in to kiss Mark after Harry.
"Of course," Mark said with a smirk. "The French are very ... open about these kinds of things, I've noticed. Not a problem at all. But I have my two favourite models here, anyway." He sniffed the air, a curious expression on his face. His stomach rumbled in response to the aromas.
"Let's have dinner," Draco suggested, gesturing to the set table. "After dinner you can show us your drawings ... in the bedroom."
"Sounds like a good plan," Mark said with a smile, taking Harry's hand and pulling him towards the table to sit down.
Harry took the seat next to Mark and was immediately pulled against his side, Mark's arm sliding around his waist as his forehead was kissed. Mark could always seem to tell when Harry was feeling a little tired after school. The concentration and magic Harry used could be draining.
Draco served their meal and then sat back, smiling at his lovers. "Today is our anniversary," he announced, amused by their looks of surprise.
Harry glanced up at Draco curiously, just about to take a bite of his meal. "Anniversary?"
Mark was suddenly feeling guilty for not realising something like that. "Yeah ...?"
"It has been a year since we first posed for you together … nude," Draco smirked, reaching for the champagne he had set aside.
Mark blushed, slowly nodding as he remembered. "The first time we ... together," he said softly, reaching to take Harry's hand.
"I remember," Harry said, smiling affectionately at Mark and then Draco. It was the drawing that had brought them to bed together and still hung over their bed now.
Draco grinned and poured three glasses for them, passing them to his lovers before lifting his own. "To love, no matter how it begins," he said.
Harry lifted his glass, glancing at Mark, and then together they leant in to tap their glasses together. "To love," they said. The glasses clinked and they all sipped. Harry settled back in the chair, Mark's other arm still wrapped around his waist. "I ... I never thought I'd have so much love," he said softly, setting the glass down.
Draco looked thoughtful. "Before you kissed me, I never thought to have any kind of love," he admitted.
Harry smiled, shaking his head. "It might not have happened the best way, but I'm glad it did anyway."
Mark thought of how lonely he had felt before he met them and how full and happy his life felt now. "Worth everything," he added.
Draco smiled and they ate their meal, talking about their days at school and upcoming plans for a trip over their summer holidays. Finally, Draco stood up from the table and arched an eyebrow. "I want this to be the first time for something else," he said and held out his hands to them, both nervous and excited again.
"Oh, first times are always exciting," Mark said with a grin, taking Draco's hand.
Draco led them into the bedroom, drawing them down to sit on the bed with him. "So, I wanted to talk about something," he said, hesitating. His heart was beating frantically. He had practised in his mind what to say but even so, it was difficult to put into words.
Harry sat down on the bed, resting his head on Draco's shoulder. "Talk?" he asked.
Mark sat on Draco's other side, still holding his hand. It was rare to see Draco actually look nervous. In fact, it was probably only after knowing the man for two years that he could even tell.
"That night, in the Mansion," Draco whispered. "What Macnair and the others ... did to m-me," he stammered. "It wasn't the first time."
Mark frowned for the first time that night, squeezing Draco's hand. He still had nightmares about that night sometimes. Was Draco saying he had been raped before that awful night?
"Wasn't the first time?" Harry asked softly. "Someone ... someone had done that before to you?" He had suspected, but Draco never seemed willing to talk about it.
"R-raped me? Yes," Draco said, looking down at where Mark held his hand. "I've never actually had anyone ... inside me ... when it wasn't ... forced."
Harry swallowed, looking down at his lap. It was hard to hear about, but he knew he should let Draco talk. And Harry felt bad because he never actually asked before if Draco would've wanted him to top.
"I'm so sorry," Mark whispered, biting his lip gently. He wasn't sure how else he was supposed to react to that.
Draco squeezed Mark's hand and then looked up into Harry's bright green eyes. "Will you?" he whispered, heart hammering in his chest.
Harry bit his lip. Draco was asking him to top? Harry nodded slowly. "Yes, I will. Anything for you, remember?"
"Be my first," Draco said softly, reaching his hand that wasn't holding Mark's to cup Harry's cheek. He couldn't imagine anyone but Harry that he could trust this with.
"Of course," Harry said softly, leaning into the touch. He thought about the way Draco had "redone" his first time, trying to make up for the rape that had preceded it. He wanted to do that for Draco.
Mark stayed quiet, knowing this was a moment just for the two of them.
Draco kissed Harry, trembling slightly. Then he turned and looked at Mark. "I want you to hold me during," he said.
Mark nodded, glad to be able to do something for Draco as well. "Yes," he said, running his thumb over the blond's hand.
"I have thought a lot about this. The ... other times, I was facedown. So I want to be on my back and see both your faces," Draco explained, shivering a bit. "Make love to me?"
"I'll make love to you. Make you forget everyone else," Harry said softly, reaching up to unbutton Draco's shirt. Mark helped, kissing Draco's cheek before starting on his trousers.
Draco shivered, surrendering to their loving touches as they undressed him and lay him back in the bed.
"You'll tell me if you want me to stop," Harry said, slipping off of the bed with Mark, undressing with the other man too.
Draco lay back in their extra large bed with its down pillows and watched the two beautiful men he loved strip for him. It was amazing and his heart was beating fast, his cock already hardening.
Mark climbed onto the bed once he was done, moving up to sit against the headboard. "Lie back on me," he said softly to Draco, reaching for him. He felt awed to be included in something so important -- to be so trusted by the man he had once believed to be so cold.
Harry found the very well used tube of lubricant in the side table drawer and then got onto the bed as well, waiting for Draco to move back and get comfortable.
Draco trembled as he did as Mark told him, laying his head on his lover's shoulder and tipping his head back to kiss him. Mark holding him like this felt protective.
Mark leant down to kiss Draco softly, one hand fanning over Draco's chest, stroking the soft skin, tracing his scars. Mark, like Draco, had scars on his back as well. It was a kind of oddly special bond between them. He remembered how shocked he had been the first time he had seen Harry and Draco's scars. Now they all wore them as reminders of what they had survived. That they had survived, and moved on.
Harry watched them and waited ... waited until he saw Draco relax completely. Only then did he move up in between his lover's spread legs, leaning down to kiss both of Draco's hip bones. Harry felt like he was worshipping Draco, wanting him to see and feel how devoted he was.
Mark could feel Draco's fluttering heartbeat, and he continued to stroke his fingers over his chest, leaning down to kiss where he could reach. "Shh, it's okay," he whispered.
Harry kept kissing along Draco's hips until he reached his cock, pulling it into his mouth and beginning to suck. He reached around for the lube and opened it at the same time, squeezing some onto his fingers. Draco had done this for him so many times and now he wanted to make this as good for the man as possible.
Draco moaned at the feeling of Harry's warm mouth around his cock. He loved that. Loved everything about Harry. And Mark was holding him, touching him. He loved and trusted these two men. Yet, his body still trembled as he saw Harry reach for the lube.
Harry looked up as he bobbed his head, looking up into Mark's eyes at the exact same time. They shared an understanding of Draco now. An understanding of how Draco always tried to seem unafraid and in control, but was really just as vulnerable, if not more so, than anyone.
Mark nodded slightly and looked back down at Draco, brushing the hair away from his face. "We love you," he said quietly, kissing him again. "We would never, ever hurt you."
As Mark spoke, Harry brushed a finger over the skin right underneath Draco's balls, waiting for a reaction before moving on.
Draco lifted his face to kiss Mark, using it to distract himself and spreading his legs to encourage Harry at the same time.
Harry took that as a good reaction and sucked a bit harder, his finger moving down to trace around Draco's entrance. He pulled his mouth off of Draco's cock after a moment, moving down and focusing on his fingers.
Mark kissed Draco back, trying to let both his desire and his willingness to be there for his lovers show in his touch as his hands slid back and forth over Draco's chest, pinching his nipples every now and then.
Draco's breath caught, nipples hardening under Mark's practised touch. He reached a hand up to grab Mark's curls, pulling as he arched up against Harry's finger. He felt a potent mixture of arousal and fear.
Harry quietly watched, biting his lip before he leant in and began to lick at the puckered skin of Draco's opening, ignoring the taste of the lubricant. He could taste Draco underneath it all and it made him shudder with pleasure.
Mark kissed Draco harder, pinching the hardened nipples and gently pulling, enjoying the other man's gasps and moans.
Draco moaned in to Mark's mouth, reaching his other hand down to touch Harry's hair and spreading his own legs as wide as he could. Their combined touches were definitely more arousing than frightening now.
Harry smiled when he saw Draco's legs open wider, his own hands moving to his lover's arse, helping to spread him. He pressed his face again between those cheeks and began to suck on the skin, his teeth grazing him a few times.
Mark pulled back to look at what Harry was doing, biting his lip hard. It was so hot to watch this.
"Yes, yes, Harry," Draco gasped, cock twitching in anticipation as Harry lips and tongue made him shiver with pleasure.
Once Harry heard those words he moved one of his fingers up and began to gently press against the centre, the tip of his finger slowly slipping inside. "This is your real first time," he whispered.
Draco moaned, relaxed and slick enough that the finger felt good. "Yes, baby," he whispered.
Harry continued to slide the finger inside, swallowing at how hot and slick Draco felt. Once he was completely inside he stopped and looked up at Draco, his other hand resting on his stomach. "Are you okay?"
Draco nodded, looking down at Harry. The sight was amazing. "Yes, more," he encouraged.
Harry smiled softly up at him, the finger slowly pulling out before pushing back in. He began a small in and out rhythm, making sure to watch Draco's face. "You're doing so well," he whispered, leaning down to kiss the tip of his cock.
"Yes, more, use your mouth," Draco encouraged, unable to keep from directing even now.
Mark smiled, amazed Draco had made it this far without giving orders. He understood how much trust that took for Draco to be able to do this.
Harry happily obeyed, sliding his mouth down over Draco's cock as he slowly crooked his finger and pressed down harder, knowing from his own experience, and that with Mark, how to use that sensitive area to heighten his lover's pleasure.
"Oh, yessss!" Draco hissed, arching up to take more of Harry's finger and mouth.
Harry reached to curve his hand around Draco's hip, holding him down gently as he sucked him harder, the finger rubbing against that bundle of nerves inside Draco.
"Found the spot, hm?" Mark asked softly, running a hand through Draco's hair again. He knew how good Harry was with his hands and Mark's own body responded sympathetically.
"Oh, yes," Draco agreed, "more, my loves!" His loves, he thought. He trusted them beyond anyone else.
Harry smiled the best he could around Draco's cock as he gently began to press a second finger inside alongside the first, sucking hard to distract him.
Draco was moaning and panting. "Don't want to come yet," he gasped. "Please, Harry, now."
Harry only pulled his mouth back, the second finger sliding inside easily. "Are you sure?" he asked, scissoring his fingers a few times. He was a bit nervous now that the moment had come.
"Yes, I am," Draco managed, voice nearly cracking and his body trembling. He wanted this but it still scared him.
Harry was still cautious, but he carefully pulled his fingers out and reached for the lube, squeezing more into his hand as he got up on his knees. "Hold his hand," he said to Mark, slowly rubbing the lubricant over himself.
Mark reached for Draco's hand, squeezing it gently.
"Just let me see your eyes when you do it," Draco said, holding Mark's hand and watching Harry.
"It might hurt a little," Harry said quietly, moving up in between Draco's legs and pressing against his entrance. To finally be doing this after two years with him, Harry didn't know what to feel or say. Of course he felt completely trusted, more than before, because he knew this was a significant moment for both Draco, and himself.
Draco's body was shaking but he didn't think it was fear now. He had no fear of Harry. "Baby, I want you inside me," Draco answered, looking at him with the love and adoration he felt.
Harry moved up and over Draco, leaning down to press a small kiss to his lips. "I love you," he said, and then he was pushing inside, his fingers tightening in the sheets as the pleasure overwhelmed him.
Draco kept his eyes on Harry's and he tried to breathe, to relax as he felt his lover's cock breach him. The other times he had been entered were extremely painful and this was nothing like that. He had been fucking Harry for two years and he knew Harry enjoyed it. And this ... this felt good, but strange. His body spasmed around his lover and he gripped Mark's hand in his and Harry's hair with the other. "More," he whispered.
Harry had to hold still once he was completely inside of Draco, his own body trembling hard when he felt Draco spasm. It was different than being inside of anyone else, different than it had been with Mark, much different. He wondered if it was their magical connection that intensified the experience or their depth of experience with, and love for, each other.
Mark was watching everything, comfortable with giving them the time they needed to do this. He was aroused, of course, but understood this was all about Draco and was happy with giving him that attention.
Draco was pressed between the two bodies of his lovers, filled with Harry's cock and looking up into his eyes. Filled both physically and emotionally, he thought. "Baby, please fuck me," he whispered to Harry.
Harry leant down to press his lips against Draco as he slowly pulled out of him, a long moan escaping him. "Fucking you, loving you," he murmured, his hips rotating as he spoke.
"Yes, baby, yes," Draco agreed, his heart beating fast as his own cock twitched with every movement. "You feel amazing inside me."
Harry slowly began a steady rhythm, his hips rolling. He kept kissing Draco as he moved, leaning up to look at Mark for a moment. Mark leant down and managed to press his lips against Harry's, reaching to cup his cheek.
Draco lay under Harry, could feel Mark's arousal against his back and Harry's cock pumping in and out of him while his lovers kissed. It felt perfect.
Mark gently pulled himself away from the kiss, his hand moving up and sliding into Harry's long hair, just as the other one slid into Draco's. "Fuck him, love," he said, looking into Harry's eyes.
Harry reached to grip Draco's hips, his eyes closing as he thrust harder and faster, gasping at the feeling.
"Oh, yes, oh, yes," Draco began to chant, feeling the power inside him building with each thrust. "Baby, fill me, please," he moaned.
Harry was thrusting as hard as he could, the bed shaking with their movements. "I'm close," he managed to gasp, just as Mark's hand tightened in his hair.
Draco reached a hand between their bodies, pulling on his own already slick cock. "Yes, Harry, come inside me," he cried out as his own orgasm made him shake and arch into Harry.
Draco's words alone could've made Harry come, and he did, crying out loudly as he tensed up. Before he even knew what was happening, there was a pair of warm lips kissing him hard, the hand in his hair pulling tightly.
Draco wrapped an arm about Harry's waist and pulled him tight against his own body so he was pressed between his two lovers. "Yes, inside me," he repeated, body twitching. He lifted his face, watching his lovers kiss and nuzzling at their chins.
Harry pulled back from the kiss with a small happy sigh and then leant down to kiss Draco. "Was that okay?" he asked Draco after a moment.
Draco had wrapped his legs around Harry's hips at some point and he squeezed them now, smirking. "Fantastic," he said, kissing him again. He couldn't really explain how it felt, even to himself. He had finally let himself enjoy this part of sex and it felt like a kind of new beginning for him.
Mark laughed softly and Harry smiled into the kiss, slowly collapsing on top of Draco. "Good, because it was perfect for me," Harry said honestly.
Draco smiled, feeling completely relaxed. He grinned up at Mark, letting him see in his eyes how good he felt. "There is something hard pressed into my back," he teased.
Mark smirked, and shifted purposely against him. "Oh, is there?" he asked, feigning surprise, eyes lit with a mischievous spark.
Draco shifted so he rubbed against Mark's cock.
Mark moaned softly, beginning to continuously rub against Draco's back, his head thrown back.
Harry shifted himself and gently pulled out of Draco, moving up and curling up slightly on top of him.
Draco was distracted by Mark and only shivered a bit as Harry withdrew from his body. "Yes, Mark," Draco whispered, gripping the man's hair and rocking with him.
Mark leant down to kiss Draco hard, his thighs tightening around him as he thrust harder.
Draco's head was tipped back, kissing Mark as the man rutted against him and Harry pressed to his front.
Harry didn't move, his cheek pressed against Draco's chest as he felt their bodies rocking under him. He could swear he felt their pleasure as well.
Mark's orgasm came so suddenly that he didn't have time to say much, his body tensing up as he moaned loudly into Draco's mouth.
Draco felt a kind of joy and contentment in his lovers' pleasure that he would have never thought possible years before. He kissed Mark through his orgasm and then drew back to smile at him and then down at Harry.
Harry smiled up at the both of them, reaching up to brush his fingers over Draco's cheek. "I ... don't know what to say," he whispered, looking in between the two of them. It was more like he didn't know how to describe what he was feeling.
Draco smirked. "I think we’re crushing Mark," he replied.
"Oh, I'm fine," Mark said with a smile, but Harry moved off of Draco and curled up next to them, wanting their combined warmth against him.
"Hey," Draco mock complained, "who says you get to be in the middle?" He sat up and looked back over his shoulder at the two.
Harry giggled, rolling his eyes at Draco. "Don't ruin the moment," he teased.
"Am I?" he asked, arching an eyebrow and looking to Mark. Draco was positively sticky - with come and lube inside him, on his own belly and his back. He laughed at the thought of what he must look like at that moment.
"Not really," Mark replied contentedly. "Harry, do one of your cleaning things," he said, laying back on the bed and waiting for the small tingle that always came with the spell.
Harry made a kind of odd wave with his hand and the mess disappeared from both Mark and Draco.
Draco laughed again in delight. He loved it when Harry did wandless magic. He crawled up Mark's body and then snuggled up against the opposite side from Harry, one hand reaching to stroke Harry's hair as he did.
"Mm," Harry hummed softly, snuggling as close as he could on Mark's other side. "I love you both," he mumbled, resting his head on Mark's shoulder.
Draco smiled, resting for a bit before asking with a grin, "So, Mark, who will you fuck first, Harry or me?"
Mark tapped his chin thoughtfully, looking at Harry and then Draco a few times. "Oh, this is hard," he said slowly, grinning. To be honest, he had long ago resigned himself to never topping Draco and was even now a little intimidated by the idea. He figured he would eventually but was in no hurry.
Draco chuckled. "You prat," he said, pinching the man. "Well, I personally can think of lots of new positions to try," he added.
"Like you in the middle," Harry said, smiling at him. "Or Mark in the middle. Let you two enjoy that for once."
"Yes," Draco grinned, already imagining new experiences that were possible now. "Spending the rest of our life coming up with new ways to please each other."
"The rest of our lives ... together," Mark murmured, turning and kissing both of the men on their cheeks. He had such a sense of wonder and belonging at those words.
Draco sighed happily, watching Harry's face across from him. This was not a life Draco would ever have imagined for himself before that final confrontation with Voldemort. His life now was much better than he had ever believed possible. He reached for Harry's hand, their fingers entwined and resting on Mark's chest.
Harry squeezed Draco's hand and watched Draco, his eyes soft and full of the love he felt for him. "Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place," he began to sing softly. "Come what may ..."
"Come what may," Mark echoed, immediately remembering the song Harry and Draco sang together sometimes. They both looked at Draco for him to finish the song.
"I will love you till the end of time," Draco finished, his own eyes shining as he looked into Harry's green eyes.
[You have come to the end of the tale that began with Shooting Star and finished here in Fallen Star. We hope you have enjoyed this story and would very much appreciate it if you left us some words about the experience of reading it. At this time, there is no sequel planned. If that changes, we will let you know. In the meantime, feel free to read our other stories.
Slashpervert has written an authors notes and analysis of these two stories and the process of writing them. Please proceed here to read An Author's Understanding of Stars.
There is also a yahoo groups mailing list with updates about current and future writings by Slashpervert and co-authors. Feel free to sign up at: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/slashpervert_fiction/ .]