Burn me alive

CHAPTER 4- WORDS
Harry stood there after Draco had closed the door, and he had given the typical and required "Draco, wait?". He looked down at his hand, tinted pink on his finger tips. Somewhat mesmerized by the fact that it had gone from a vibrant red to a reddish brown so quickly.
He touched his fingertips to his lips, trying desperately to call back the memory of what it felt like to hurt him like that. How it didn't seem to phase him when he felt the slow vibrations of Draco's low moan in his mouth. How Draco had arched up and Harry nearly died when he felt Draco's ribs sharply point into his own, more muscular torso. He ran his hand down his own ribcage, as if maybe he would feel Draco again.
How had he been able to hurt him like that so easily. Harry opened his eyes and looked back down at his hand. That was quite possibly the very last thing in the world that Draco needed right now. Someone to further confuse him by hurting him AND making him feel good at the same time...Harry himself happened to not need to feel like he was to protect or baby anyone after taking care of essentially everyone during the war. Or did he?

What possessed him to swipe his tongue over his finger tip to taste what it was that was causing him all this worry, and Draco so much pleasure, he will never know.
Salt, copper, something else... It was like a penny. His mouth warmed the flavour as it slid down his throat and he closed his eyes again, imagining it was Draco's back he was licking and not his hand. He'd busted out teeth when he was younger, sure. He had tasted blood. But his didn't taste like this. It was almost sweet. He sucked on his fingertip, attempting to get the rest off.

His self induced high was interrupted by the sound of furniture being knocked over down-stairs and Draco screaming.
Harry grabbed his wand off the dresser and slid out the door, sprinting down the stairs. Dark...who was wandering around his house with no lights on? And where the fuck was Draco?

"W-who's there" Draco managed to squeak out from...Harry decided was behind a chair near the kitchen door.
Harry flipped the light switch in the hallway and saw Draco sitting, in his normal knees to chest position, foot rest tipped over.
"Oh...I don't have my wand..."
"Electricity" Harry laughed
"It's muggle, just flip this up" He walked over offering Draco a hand to help him up.
Draco looked at the hand and then up at Harry, obviously not too thrilled with the boy.
"You don't have to help me" Draco mumbled standing up and dusting himself off.
"What were you doing down here?" Harry took his hand back and ran it through his hair.
Draco eyed the kitchen,
"You weren't going to get food by any chance" Harry asked with a worried look on his face.
Draco just smirked.
"Am I going to have to remove all the utensils from the house?"
"I'm not a child!"
"You're going to end up making more wounds than I can heal!!! Or do you not remember the shower."
Draco put a hand on his hip and quirked an eyebrow at the brunette,
"You're creating a few for me." He said turning to look over his shoulder at his back and pulled his shirt up a bit.
Harry shivered,
"Look, I told you, I'm not going to hurt you. I don't know what happened but it wont happen again."
"Shut up!" Draco snapped.
"I'd much rather you hurt me. He didn't hurt me... Physically... He was the worst..I hated him the most." Draco snarled at Harry, walking up to get in Harry's face.
"He'd be gentle, never burn me or cut me or anything, just wait until I was completely broken by everyone else and make sure that some disgusting little part of me actually WANTED it. Tell me he'd love me... I hated that and it will never happen again."
Harry's eyes widened as it all clicked in his head.
"No... Draco...they-"
"I can't sleep by myself...or in the dark. So I'm going to stay up. You don't have to." Draco said sharply, realizing what he'd just said.
"Draco, there are things that need to be done...tests and stuff... I could take you to-"
"Piss off, not your problem" Draco said scrunching his nose and tossing his head to one side to give Harry a scrutinizing look.
"You don't know anything." Draco mumbled.

Harry took a step back, not finding himself entirely appreciative of the closeness.
"My hands are dirty..." Harry muttered look over his shoulder behind the stairs.
"What?"
"My hands...my hands are dirty, you should let me clean your back. Or you can do it. But the scratches aren't sanitary. I had them in the dirt earlier today. If it gets infected it'll need treatment and you'll get sick and it'll hurt more, just a big avoidable mess" Harry looked back at Draco.
"I've had open wounds in dirtier environments."
Harry sucked in breath and his eyes sunk in at Draco's words.
"Please. I'll be guilty if you end up sick."
"Ah, the truth. That's what I like to hear." Draco smirked and walked up the stairs and into the bathroom he had been showering in earlier. The floor was still wet.

Draco sat on the edge of the tub as Harry meandered around, picking up cotton balls and a black bottle made out of something he didn't recognize, filled with something he didn't recognize.
"Is that going to sting?"
"No. It bubbles and tickles" Harry smiled, tipping the bottle forwards to get the cotton ball wet as Draco pulled his shirt up. The scratches were diagonal and followed his ribs.
"You still have blood on your hand." Draco smirked, as if this was some form of triumph.
If Harry had any common sense left, or possibly some form of mind, maybe he would've cleaned his hand off right there instead of hiding it behind his back.
"So, how many peoples lives did you save in the war? How many evil people do you think you helped survive"
"What kind of question is that?" Harry asked dabbing at Draco's back.
The blonde hissed and flinched away,
"It's cold...I don't like it."
"I'm not the one who decides who lives and who dies. It was no form of noble deed. Everyone likes to think I'm some amazingly daring person, but really I did it to avenge my parents and save my own arse..." Harry cast a warming charm into the cotton ball and continued.
Draco spun around, catching Harry off guard and grabbed a fistful of his hair.
"How many times did you wish you could just hurt someone?" Draco smirked when Harry dropped the bottle and a fizzy puddle began forming amongst the water.
"Have you ever really wanted control? To just...DAMAGE someone?"
Harry grabbed Draco's wrist, and before he had any time to put pressure on it the skinny boy yanked his hand back, cradling it to his chest and putting his head down.
Not a good place to touch, Harry noted.
"I wont hurt you Draco."
"I want you to you twat!"
Harry just sighed.
They sat for a second in silence before Draco started rubbing his face, leaning against the wall to his right and bringing his knees up to his chest.
"You taste like thyme..."
"..what?"
"You taste like thyme. Or maybe basil." He leaned his head back on the wall and closed his eyes while he touched his own lips.
"Maybe it's grass I don't know" He chuckled.
"Something earthy, for some reason I imagined you'd taste like cinnamon. Something sweet," He paused for a moment and Harry just sat and watched him. Running that slender finger across his lips with his eyes closed.
Such an insecure stance for how secure he seemed now.
"He tasted like wine" Draco dropped his hand and flicked his tongue over his lips swallowing.
"Fine...aged...expensive, white wine" He smiled a little.
"And cigarettes. Some specific flavour or something. You know the special kind." He opened his eyes and swiveled his head to look at Harry.
"At least that's what his mouth tasted like" He said with a smirk as he watched Harry's eyes widen and his stomach turn.
"From the way he felt and his voice..I'd say he was in his early forties. He always tasted like soap. Although I have no idea why he'd SHOWER just to fuck me." Draco laughed dryly.
"He was salty. Really salty. And thick. It was really hard to swallow."
Harry put a hand over his mouth and scrunched his eyes shut.
"Stop..."
"Oh, he was good too. He'd come right at the crack of dawn. There was a crack in one wall and sometimes I could see light come through." He smiled warmly.
"He'd make sure I was good and broken and whisper the healing charms in my hair or my neck, tease me. He really made sure I wanted it. He's the only one who would stretch me first. The only one who used lube of any sort, or a condom. Terribly responsible man."
Harry started shaking his head no.
"So gentle, he had hands like silk and would take his shirt off if he thought I wanted him to." Draco ran his hands down his chest, bumping his fingers along is ribs.
"I could tell he was beautiful, but I never saw his face. He'd ask me if I loved him every once in a while...Sometimes I'd say yes. I'd always say it when he made me cum." Draco cackled reaching between his legs to rub his erection through his pants.
"He always made sure I came. Made sure I liked it. He wouldn't just roll me over and fuck me. No, sometimes he'd suck me off or just touch me for a while. He'd nearly blow his load if I asked him to fuck me."
"Stop it Draco" Harry said as tears stung the corners of his eyes.
Draco just laughed.
"He was good. Mmm I still remember the first few times, I could tell he was looking at me oddly and he'd tip my face over to his and ask if he needed to hurt me so I could cum." Draco started rubbing faster and arched his back up into his own touch as he ran a hand up his torso to stroke his face and his legs fell open. One inside the tub and one out.
"He made me call him daddy though" Draco laughed.
"He wasn't my father, but I did." Draco let out a few loose grunts and hummed in pleasure at the memory.
"He didn't like hurting me, but he had to or else I wouldn't get off! He didn't like that. So he'd bite me." Draco scraped his nails across his neck before stopping both of his hands and dropping them to his sides.
"I hated him the most" He smiled at Harry who had, some time ago, leaned his back against the wall and covered his face.
"Please don't compare me to him." Harry whispered.
"How could I! You taste different. I never saw what he looked like." Draco laughed again.

Harry just shook his head no and walked up to Draco, sitting on his knees so he could be eye level.
He leaned in close and tipped his head as if he was going to kiss Draco but stopped sharp and put his hands on Draco's hips, digging his fingernails into them.
"I do want to hurt you." Harry whispered, panic written all over his face as the first tear finally made it's way out of his eye.
"But I wont...EVER" He gritted through his teeth.
Draco just looked at him with a stony expression.
Harry took one of his hands off of Draco's hip to slip it into the hair on the back of Draco's head as he leaned forward the extra centimeter to make their lips meet. Licking across Draco's lips through the small slit in his own, gently cupping the other side of Draco's face as the blonde opened his mouth and tipped his head to the other side and their tongues swiped across each-other and their mouths closed before opening in the next breath.
"You're beautiful"
Harry mumbled in Draco's mouth before breaking the kiss.
"I'm not going to hurt you."
He wrapped his arms around Draco's shoulders.
Draco just smirked and grunted before wrapping his own arms around Harry's waist.
"He told me that everytime he came inside of me" Draco mumbled into Harry's hair.