Light Em Up

   The two men stumbled into the room, Harry pulled at Drew's clothes while simultaneously shimmied out of his denims. In the dark, the pale skin glimmered in the faint moonlight, the long sleeved grey shirt discarded with quick, jerky movements. Harry's lips immediately attached themselves to a puckered nipple and rolled it in his mouth. Drew whimpered softly, hands delicately holding the brunettes head to his chest. Harry fumbled with the button to the flat black slacks and after a long moment, had them undone and pooled at Drew's feet. He cupped the slightly more than average length in his palm and rubbed it through the fabric of the dark green boxers. Drew arched into the touch and gasped out. 


"Bed. Please. Now." 


   Harry pulled away and tugged Drew into a stumbled walk over to the modest double bed, fitted with a deep brown and green duvet. Drew kicked off his boots and slacks just after he was pushed down onto the bed, lips claimed ferociously by Harry's warm pair and a hard, toned body pressed into his. 


"This isn't what I expected, and I hope you won't hate me tomorrow. But I can't stop now." Harry murmured against Drew's lips, fingers sliding his boxers down and he let his partner's feet kick them off, followed by stocking feet. 


"I wouldn't dream of making you stop." Drew gasped, a burning hand finding his bare shaft and stroking slowly. 


"If you never touch me again, I'll make due. But you're touching me now, and that's what matters."


He stared up at Harry earnestly, then ruffled his long fringe. 


"Let me ride you." Drew whispered, eyes gleaming in the low light. He heard a choked sound and inwardly smirked. Harry obviously hadn't had very many bottoms take control then.


"As you like." He replied quietly and rolled them, landing on his back with Drew settled atop, legs fitting themselves around the tapered waist. With a lascivious grin, Drew popped two fingers into his mouth and suckled lightly, then reached behind him. Harry watched with rapt attention as the blonde inserted one slick finger deep, rolling his hips slightly and whimpering. The movement caused delicious friction to Harry's groin and he growled softly. Drew threw him a lazy smile when Harry's hand found his prick again, then shoved a second finger in to join the first. 


"If you keep this up, this party will be over before it gets started." Harry ground out, panting between his teeth as the friction to his own rock hard length increased. 


"Then take what you want...Hardy." Drew murmured, just remembering in time to use the right name. Harry lost no seconds in taking up that offer. He reached around Drew's slender waist and grabbed his own cock, smiling tightly up at his partner for lifting enough to allow placement. Lined up and straining, Harry met Drew's eyes and sent a silent apology to whatever higher powers that were listening. Try as he might, the resemblance to Draco was too much in his lust fogged brain and it was him whom he thought of as he pushed in. 


"Ah...fuck..." Drew breathed, sliding himself back onto Harry. The going was drier than he normally would have accepted but he had no wish to stop; the prep wasn't nearly enough and it burned like an Incendio. He gritted his teeth and impaled himself further, eliciting a lustful groan from Harry, one matching in intensity tumbling out of his own mouth. 


"Fuck...is exactly...what we're going...to do, Drew." Harry panted, shaking with the repressed urge to buck up roughly into the tight heat. Drew placed a steadying hand against the washboard abs and waited until he adjusted, then rocked gently, each new direction pulling him up and down along the Saviors length. A sharp inhale met his ears then an answering rolling of hips greeted his movements. Drew tossed his head back, arching and rolling until he found that spot buried within. 


"Oh gods, oh fuck..." He cried, clenching around Harry's prick as an electrified wave of pleasure spread through him. Harry captured the blondes hands and moved them both to the petite waist, where he clung on and bucked. A pleasure-filled cry rent the air. The light in the room rose slowly as the moon moved out from behind the clouds. Basked in the glow, Harry knew he was looking at a fallen angel. Surely no creature on this planet could rival the sheer beauty he was witnessing. Short, shaggy hair falling in rapidly dampening clumps, chest and abdomen glistened with a fine sheen of sweat, mouth open and neck and back arched backwards in pleasure as the hips rolled with abandon. 


   Harry was wedged so deep in he could see a bulge press out from the fragile looking stomach when Drew rocked backwards. He found the effect strongly arousing and his need heightened with a coiling pressure in his gut. The light intensified and despite the bucking and rolling, Harry spied long, thin, jagged marks barely discernable across the blondes chest. A trembling hand left the waist and traced the lines; in his mind he was transported back in time and space, to a bathroom flooded with water that rapidly tinged pink, then crimson, and a wailing voice from a ghost girl screaming bloody murder. His heart leaped then attempted to slam the brakes. It couldn't...it couldn't be!


"Draco?" Harry breathed softly in question. The movements atop him jerked momentarily and the blonde tilted his face down and locked his eyes with Harry's. Harry saw fear, desire, and an unknown quality in those blue eyes, the exact almond shape of Draco's, only tinted azure. 


"Harry, please...please don't stop." Draco sobbed softly, his ardor and need coloring his voice. Different emotions flashed across Harry's face at that, then settled on one. A yelp greeted a sharp, quick movement. Harry rolled them again. He laid atop Draco, still buried to the hilt, and pinned him to the bed. 


"Draco!?" He demanded incredulously. By sheer force of will, Draco broke his own glamours. Silver, wet eyes met green, the sharper, more angular contours throwing his face into enticing shadows. The hair splayed across the pillow lightened into spun gossamer, gently radiating the moonlight through the window. 


"Oh Merlin..." Harry breathed, his heart hammering wildly. 


"Please...move. Don't stop now..." Draco pleaded, tilting his hips, desperate for even a little movement. It was a long, quiet moment later, when Draco had just about convinced himself that Harry was going to take his band's name seriously and bolt, when the Wizarding hero swooped down onto his lips. A frenzied, shocking kiss preluded a rough, deep thrust. Draco groaned into Harry's mouth, meeting that thrust which battered his prostate mercilessly. Harry broke the kiss and stared down at his once-rival. He didn't know what to think. But his body knew what to do. 


"It...was always me, huh?" He said, throwing Draco's earlier words back at him with a viscous few poundings. Draco could only clutch his shoulders with his hands, and wrap his legs around Harry's waist as an answer. 


"All those years... you didn't want to fight with me. You wanted to fuck me." Harry accused, not letting up on the force of his bucks. Draco whimpered and arched, his length rubbing between their stomachs and it spread a sticky trail. He had little breath to spare for talking. He'd take whatever Harry would give, and gladly, as long as he didn't stop. He was right there...


"I can't ever get away from you, can I?" Harry gritted, then bottomed out as Draco came between them, his voice calling out Harry's proper name in the tone that instantly brought back snippets of memories of their performance downstairs. Something clicked just as the tightening around his cock intensified. With shudders wracking his body, he emptied himself deep inside Draco, the blondes name whispered like a prayer from his trembling lips. He collapsed onto the quaking body below him, the room only reverberated with panting and groans as their post coitus buzz slowly faded. 


"That song... it was about me. About us." Harry declared quietly into Draco's ear, weakly trying to shift his body to the side and off the slight form of the Slytherin. 


"It's always been you, Harry." Draco replied in a slightly hoarse voice. Harry finally succeeded in moving over. For a split second, Draco feared that he would get up and leave. Instead, the knackered man wrapped an arm around him and pulled him into a snuggle. 


"We can't seem to ever be very far from each other. Either physically or mentally. I thought about you for ages after I left. The publicity was coming dangerously close to worship. I was never comfortable with the attention. My friends...We...don't talk much anymore. I have a life here. A life I like. Then here you come, stripping it away." Harry's tone soft, his words coming slowly. 


"I'm not going to rat you out. I ran too. But only because I couldn't get away from your name and photo in the papers. You disappeared...and it was all anyone could talk about, all I could think about. And I couldn't even get enough bollocks to tell you thank you for speaking up for me and my mother at the trials. Blaise suggested using music as an outlet for my baser emotions, and promised to find me a place to express it. What you sang with me today was my frustration at having you disappear. I never knew Blaise found you while helping me get OVER you." Draco explained, grumbling the last bit while trailing a light hand up and down Harry's arm. 


"Does Blaise..." Harry started, whipping his head back and around to stare hard at the blondes profile and Draco answered him before he could finish. 


"I think so, yes. I saw your wand in your pocket earlier, then I came to him demanding to know why he'd place me at an audition with a wizard, knowing full well that I didn't want to go back to our world. He lied to my face and told me he didn't know you were one." 


Harry frowned and thought on that for a moment, tightening his hold on Draco. Said man endured it with a contented sigh and a returned cuddle.


"Then how did you know it was me?"


"Your glamours kept flickering whenever you got close to me. Then earlier, I shoved your prick down my throat to distract you enough while I touched your wand. A simple nonverbal finite took down your spells." Draco replied, patented Malfoy smirk twisting his lips. He heard Harry grumble something low about 'devious snakes', and answered with a chuckle. 


"Honestly, I was hoping that green I kept seeing was you." He confessed and felt Harry still next to him. A moment later: 


"You wouldn't have had to trick me. After hearing you sing, and feeling that connection with you, I might have ranted and raved that you turned up at my warehouse, but I'd have accepted you regardless. The band means more to me than any long dead rivalry." Harry admonished, turning to press a kiss to Draco's temple. 


"Well...After shagging, then being outed like this, I can understand if you'd rather that I left. But I would have done this again if it meant that for only a short time, I had what I craved." 


"You won't be going anywhere, Malfoy." Harry said, resting his head against Draco's. 


"You were brilliant today. And this, now, is still blowing my mind. I...I think I've always, in some way, had to be around you. Cheesing you off, or annoying you. I followed you around all sixth year like an obsessed stalker. I didn't have any romantic feelings for you back then, because I hadn't sussed out my own sexuality. But there was always an undercurrent of tension between us." Harry supplied, then fell silent.


   Perhaps that's what most of their fights had been about? Not just opposite sides of the war, rival houses, or scorned hands in friendship. Harry distinctly recalled the ramifications he personally came up with the day he decided to leave. And Draco was part of the cons. He didn't like the fact that he felt like he was abandoning the unstable truce they had back then, after the war. If Harry left, would Draco had even continued to become a better person?


"I regretted leaving you behind when I fled the Wizarding world, but it seems you followed shortly after. I knew you weren't inherently evil. You just made mistakes. But I always wanted you to become more than you were. I knew you were capable. Nobody ever made me work hard at being a better person. You challenged me, you didn't let me rest on my laurels, you didn't see The Chosen One. You just saw another kid." He said, turning to look at Draco. 


"I hated that you disappeared.  You left, and you took my only reason for fighting for a place in the world with you. You saved my life, Harry. I was trying to prove to you and the rest of our world that I wasn't useless. I never saw how much pressure you were under from everyone to be perfect. I never expected you to be. All I could do was take the life you saved and prove to you I wasn't beyond reparation. Show you that I wasn't broken, and therefore unworthy of your notice. That little girl, who has probably already sat her NEWTS by now, wasn't the last nice thing I've done. I just saw no point in continuing in our world if you weren't there to see my change. Nobody else would have cared."


They shared a small, sad smile, then a gentle kiss. The kiss turned heated and before they knew it, Harry was once more atop Draco, and his legs were fitted around Harry's waist again. 


"I don't know how I'll handle only having the one night, but for what it's worth, I'm glad you gave me that at least." Draco murmured against Harry's neck in between light, fluttery kisses. Somewhere between seeing Harry in that apothecary, and finding him again years later, the former Slytherin fell head over heels. For all he knew, he could have fallen back at Hogwarts, but for the war dragging attention away from mundane things as sorting out one's feelings. Perhaps it was only an ideal he held in his mind and heart, but so far, the Harry in his arms wasn't far from the mark.


"I highly doubt this will be a singular occurrence. You're...different now. And I like it. I like YOU. Assuming who you've been today is who you'll be tomorrow." Harry said, unable to keep a wistful and hopeful overtone out of his voice.


"I had no reason to be anything other than what I am when I walked in today. It was completely your choice in whether you liked what you saw. And heard. And now, felt."


"Maybe...you're that elusive 'one' for me, like Hayden found. That's why he's leaving the band. To settle with his bird and raise kids. Maybe that's why I never settled with anyone. Because they weren't the person I needed, the Draco I wanted you to become." He said, giving Draco a nudge with his hips, digging his arousal into the cleft of Draco's cheeks.


"I bet I could definitely get used to having this you around, though. Both on stage and in my bed." Draco flushed deep and lifted his head from the gentle worship his lips were giving to Harry's flesh.


"As you like." He replied in a husky voice, angling his hips so that Harry slipped between his firm, pert mounds with a wet slide. Harry gave him a feral, dirty grin before letting his words slip out.


"C'mon. I think a repeat is in order. Then we have a manager to Avada."