Tented

Part 16

“Dragons cant have chocolate.” Harry Potter said, frowning as he watched his partner feed even more of the sticky treat to an already overstuffed reptile.

The little dragon hissed menacingly and looked at Harry as though he’d just grown a tail and proclaimed that he was the king of all squirrels.

“Awwww Harry,” Draco smiled, "he deserves a little treat, he did save my life after all."

“So you said…” Harry eyed the vicious looking little creature doubtfully. “Can you just put him in the cage for now at least?”

“Why?” Draco’s eyes narrowed in suspicion, he hoped that it wasn’t for what he thought it might be, but of course, it was.

The scariest words ever uttered in any language, anywhere by anyone at any time, “We need to talk.”

“No we don’t.”

“Yes we do.”

“No we don’t.”

Harry got that obstinate look and started biting his lip, this did not bode well. “I’m not going to leave you alone until we do.” he stated firmly.

Draco rolled his eyes, "You're such a girl."

Anger flared in brilliant green eyes and the blond knew he was pushing his luck.

“Ok, ok.” he sighed.

Slowly he stood and carried the puffed-up lizard over to the cage, tickling its plump little tummy and murmuring softly to it before gently sitting it inside.

Draco turned back to face Harry with a sneer already fixed firmly in place.“So Potter,” he said mockingly, “what would you care to talk about?”

Harry very nearly threw his hands up and just stalked off in a huff. He battled himself fiercely to keep control of his temper. He had known Draco wouldn’t make this easy but he was determined to talk to the annoying blond git whether he liked it or not.

“We need to talk about us.”

“There is no “us” Potter.”

Harry wasn’t about to let him get away with that. He remembered Malfoy being there all through the night, bathing his face and holding his hand while he was sick. He remembered thinking that it might be alright to die if he could just do it in Draco Malfoy’s arms. He had to get through to him.

“Draco. How stupid do you think I am?”

“Very.”

“I’ve seen the way you ogle me.” Harry accused.

“I’ve never ogled you!” As proof, Draco shut his eyes and refused to look at him at all. Why couldn’t Harry just leave it alone? Things had been fine the way they were. But no, Harry bloody fucking bloody Potter just had to proclaim his love for him. Draco would have been more than happy to just laugh in the other man’s face and gleefully tell him that he wanted him to die a slow, agonizing death, but... It’s hard to do that to someone when you love them.

Blast it!


“I love you.”

“Good for you Potty.”

Harry gave him a wounded look at the use of the hated nickname. Draco cringed as he felt his chest constrict sharply somewhere in the general vicinity of his heart. He wondered absently if he might be developing some sort of medical condition. He could only hope, right?

“Draco, you can’t keep denying me. Denying this,” Harry waved a hand between them.

“Yes I can. I’ve been doing it for quite a while now,” Draco muttered under his breath.

It had been so much easier when he was pretending to hate Harry, and even easier still when he thought that Harry hated him. But when he had heard those three little words spoken so boldly, so sincerely, he knew that nothing could ever go back to being the way that it was. It was as though something inside of him had clicked and he finally felt as though everything was right, that everything was the way it should be. But then, as always, reality had set in.

He was a deatheaters son for Gods sake! No one would ever accept he and Harry as a couple.

“I love you.”

Merlin but Harry was a stubborn bastard! It was all very distracting and wasn't helping Draco's new heart condition one bit.

Draco retreated behind what he knew best. “So you say,” he snarled, “pretty good excuse for raping me Potter!”

Harry staggered as though he’d just been punched in the stomach, then he straightened and his mouth set into a grim line, “And what’s your excuse for knowing I was coming back and still lying there fucking yourself like a two sickle whore Malfoy?” he hissed.

“W-w-what?” Draco sputtered. “How dare you!”

“You heard me.” Harry said spitefully, “couldn’t be that you wanted me to do what I did, could it Draco?”

“I said no you utter bastard!”

“You never said stop.” Harry smirked, “not once.”

Draco quickly sifted through the memory in his head. It was true, he had never said stop. He snapped, “It’s a bit hard to think straight when someone’s holding you down and cutting off your air supply.”

“You seemed to have enough air to moan that you wanted more.” Harry shot back.

Draco turned an alarming shade of red, unable to control the wave of embarrassment that washed over him. “Shut up!”

For a few moments they just stood there, chests heaving and glaring daggers at one another. Finally Harry spoke, “I love you Draco whether you like it or not. Whether you love me back or not... I cant help it and I cant stop it.


Harry turned away so that his back was to the blond, “When we get back ill tender my resignation.”

Draco stared at his partners back in disbelief. “What?” he choked.

Harry kicked at the dirt underneath his boots, “Neither of us will be able to work this way…. I--I think its for the best.”

Draco gaped, incredulous; Harry was leaving him?


TBC...

part 17

Harry was leaving him? Harry was leaving him. Harry Potter, git extraordinaire was leaving him, Draco Malfoy.

The desire to laugh rose in him at the absurdity of his partners’ statement, and it took him long seconds to realize that the man was not joking. Harry was looking at him with a deadly serious expression on his face.

For a few moments Draco just stood there stunned, then of course he reacted in typical Malfoy fashion. Badly.

“No need to wait that long to get rid of me Potter,” Draco snarled, his sliver eyes glittering with anger as well as tears, “ill just take my lizard and be off right now!”

Draco tried to grab Knibbler’s cage, but it was still stuck firm by Harry’s earlier charm so he just reached inside and lifted the squirming dragon out and cradled it in his arms like a kitten.

“Please talk to me Draco…” Harry pleaded, but the other auror was too furious to listen.

“Just get out of my way Potter.” the enraged blond hissed, trying to rudely shove him aside.

“Wait a minute Malfoy,” Harry said, now determinedly blocking his exit, “that’s not your lizard. That is the ministry’s lizard! You cant just take it.”

“The ministry can go fuck themselves sideways with a broom handle Potter!” Draco snapped, “and you can go join them, its mine!”

Now Harry was thoroughly pissed off as well. He made a sudden grab for the dragon and was lucky enough to catch Draco by surprise and yank it out of his arms.

“Theirs!” Harry crowed triumphantly.

“Mine!” Draco howled, making a lunge for the wiggling reptile.

Harry held it out of his reach, “Its theirs Draco! You know its theirs!”

“What makes it theirs Potty? Huh? What?” Draco bounced on his heels trying to find a way to outmaneuver the taller man.

Suddenly Harry held the diminutive dragon up and ran his tongue right up its scaly little neck. “Theirs!”


EEEWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!

“Potter…” Draco said from between clenched teeth, “I can NOT believe that you just licked my lizard!”

Considering the way Harry’s lips were twisting into a rather ugly grimace, it was probably a pretty safe bet to say that he couldn’t quite believe it either. He'd had a sudden flashback to the great hall and the boys grabbing pieces of food and licking them to claim ownership.

“It taste like… like.. lizard.” Harry vigorously scrubbed his tongue on his shirt which didn’t taste much better after not being changed for nearly a week.

Even as angry as he was Draco couldn’t help snickering a little. Knibbler‘s eyes had gotten HUGE when Harry slobbered on him. The big git was just lucky the tiny terror was so full of chocolate that it couldn’t be bothered to take a chunk out of him at the moment.

“It serves you right Potter,” Draco snorted, regaining control “still no respect for personal boundaries I see.”

“Shut up Malfoy,” Harry growled, “it’s a lizard. It’s the ministry’s lizard and I’m taking it to them.”

Draco’s eyes narrowed, “Over your dead body lizard licker!”

“What are you going to do about it Malfoy? I’m bigger and stronger than you are, we both know that you cant take it from me.” Harry taunted, clutching his prize tighter.

“Well,” Draco purred, a smug smile twisting his lips, “for one thing when we get back I can tell everyone that we work with about the “boy who lived to lick lizards.”

Harry paled just a little, “You wouldn’t dare!” he hissed.

Draco’s eyes fairly sparkled with mischief, “You know I will Harry.”

Harry thought it over for a minute; “Fine Malfoy,” he sneered, holding it out, “take the goddamn lizard!”

Draco smirked at him, “I knew you would see reason Pot-gurrmfrmmmdgrlll!!!”

The blond cursed himself soundly. Once again he had all too inconveniently forgotten about Harry’s Slytherin side. When Draco reached for the dragon he found himself caught by the wrist and yanked forcefully into Potter’s arms as his partner attacked his mouth with a vengeance.

Harry was right, it did taste like lizard. For some reason Draco suddenly had an almost overwhelming craving for Chinese food.

Two struggling dragons proved to be a little too much for Harry to handle so he dropped the scaly one and grabbed two handfuls of the others backside.

Harry Potter had his prioritys in order.


The blonds head was spinning. This wasn’t what he wanted! Was it? Then Harry’s tongue lazily strolled across his bottom lip while he pressed his hard body full into Draco’s and the whole world tilted.

Harry could feel his partners breath, panting out in little gasps and he wound himself around his love, chest to chest and groin to groin and Draco was hard, shivering and his hands were on Harry's hips, fingers digging in roughly.

The blond made a spur of the moment decision to forgive Harry his lizard licking ways. Gods, it felt so good to be in Harry’s arms again.

Strong hands, yet gentle, one cradled Draco’s chin and lifted it while the other snaked around his waist to hold him close. Harry’s kiss was ravenous and possessive. Fumbling and clumsy for a moment, then suddenly intense and eager...tongues meeting and melting, one into the other.

“Merlin, Draco,” he heard Harry hiss as he moved his head back. Draco's eyes fluttered open, he didn’t even remember closing them, and he flushed at the blatant desire that darkened those emerald green eyes.

“You’re so beautiful,” Harry whispered as he moved one hand to cup Draco’s face. His thumb rubbed against Draco’s now kiss-swollen lips. “So beautiful.”

As he swallowed and tried to breathe, Harry swooped down again, taking his mouth, fucking it with sharp stabs of his tongue.

“You want it... say it.”

Draco licked his lips. “I... yes... kiss me again.”

“You-want-it.” Harry demanded. “No doubts this time….. say it.”

“I... want... it,” Draco didn’t care what Harry meant, he just wanted to be kissed again, to forget everything else.

Once Harry’s mouth latched onto his, all thoughts fled.

The kiss was hard, brutal and satisfying. Draco squirmed and put his arms around Harry, pulling him down to the blanket. Mouth to mouth, they were still fighting for control -- but there was no control. His only lucid thought was that maybe he'd wanted this for a lot longer than he'd have thought possible, or believable.

As if Harry had just been waiting on his response, his kisses grew hungrier, and his other hand slid along Draco's thigh, causing the blonds breath to hitch. There was nothing to do but accept the relentless onslaught.

Harry’s hand slipped between their bodies, and went straight for the growing bulge in Draco’s pants. The blond arched up again, and again, groaning into Harry’s mouth, writhing helplessly as he was alternately squeezed into a mindless state, and tongue fucked like there was no tomorrow.

Gently, as though handling a skittish wild animal, Harry drew him down so that he was resting on his back and undressed himself first. Removing the blonds shirt he dipped his head to slowly lap at a flat male nipple, grinning as his lover wriggled with pleasure.


Going to his knees so he was crouched over Draco, Harry paused for just a moment, staring up into the liquid mercury eyes of his partner before tearing open his zipper, yanking down his pants and suckling his dick as though his life depended on it. His fingertips worshiped every inch of the ivory skin as it was finally revealed to his greedy verdant eyes.

The man's wicked tongue played over the head of the blonds turgid cock while his lips slowly moved forward over it, drawing Draco deeper and deeper into his mouth. He let his head drop back on the blanket as Harry started moving faster, sucking harder, the wet slurping noises were obscene and somehow perfect.

The tip of one finger slipped delicately into Draco's mouth, and the blond licked at it before sucking it in. His mouth was warm and wet and soft save his teeth which were sharp, and Harry pushed another finger into his welcoming mouth, frotting against Draco’s leg as he did because he was engaged in thinking wicked evil thoughts in time with his hammering pulse.

Harry kept his legs wide open, and Draco didn't notice that one hand had moved until he felt the saliva slicked glide of fingers against him, smoothly pressing inside him, twisting, and then he knew Harry was going to fuck him, and he knew he was going to let him, and he wondered if he'd always wanted this, too.

"Fuck, Harry, that's. Oh, Merlin, can you, Oh, God, yeah, suck it just like-- Shit--" What he lacked in eloquence, Draco more than made up for in feeling, and then it all faded to a halting, high-pitched noise that Harry thought maybe only dogs could hear, but he could feel shudder right through his body.

Draco whined as he released his throbbing prick from that wonderful mouth.

"I need you," Harry said, his voice tense.

The blond rolled over onto his stomach, shamelessly presenting his glorious ripe buttocks and tight hole to his partners lustful gaze.

"I believe you." Draco said, tantalizingly pushing his arse up, spreading his legs a little.

"I need to fucking own your arse." Harry growled, kneeling behind Malfoy, taking his cock in his hand and teasingly rubbing it along the puckered opening.

Harry's hips were already thrusting, the blunt head of his cock prodding, dripping with excitement, at Draco's crack. The big cock jabbed at his entrance, slippery and desperately urgent.

"I've become aware of that," Draco said, then gasped as Potter pressed ahead, filling him bit by bit but insistently, thrusting deep, forcing animalistic groans from him as he writhed in a delicious shadow of pain.

Then the brunet thrust even harder, careless with the aching urgency to plunge within. It all disappeared - fear, anger and obligations - in the incredible feel of Harry’s swollen thick flesh stretching him open.

Harry was overcome with a similar kind of temporary amnesia, everything else vanishing in a fog except the sensation of Draco’s hot channel as he feverishly filled him with long, hard strokes.

“Pleeeeeaseeeee-uuuoooohhhh-shitfucksonofamotherfuckersonofabitchahhhhh—!"

Harry loved watching that gorgeous mouth, but right now he thought he preferred hearing the profanities that the normally aloof, oh so controlled Malfoy was flinging at him. A gasp, a whimper as Harry moved again, tilting Draco’s hips so he could find the sweet spot and press, press. The slapping of Harry’s balls against his own as he fucked his arse was intense and the blond roared his approval.

Harry felt Draco's entire body tense and clench with a fast approaching need to release. Draco shrieked and sobbed while his back arched at impossible angles and his slender frame shook in the grips of ecstasy.

Harry pushed him forward, finally, bending him and sinking his fingers into the blonds’ lean hips and just taking him, fucking him, raking his nails down the alabaster skin of his back and gathering a handful of silver hair to pull and twist.

"Oh fuck, fuck -" Draco reared back hard, his head coming up off his arms and his hands scrabbling, clawing at the blanket.

Abruptly Harry pulled out of him, just long enough to flip the blond over so he could see his face while he fucked him, then plunged once again into the tight paradise between those long legs.

Bestial grunts dwindled to small, wet, hungry noises, and then Draco's hands were on his hips, legs sliding further apart as he pulled Harry in close and claimed his mouth, no resistance left in him at all.

Harry’s balls slapped stingingly against Draco’s arse and he grunted a chorus of 'oh gods,ohgods,ohgods' into his hair. He could feel the muscles in Harry’s neck and shoulders tighten under his grasping fingers. The brunet groaned long and low and his hips jerked erratically as he came.

Feeling the hot jets of Harry's come pulsing deep inside, Draco answered by releasing a guttural moan, sounding as if it was ripped from the very depths of his soul. His legs wound tight around his lovers thrusting hips, locking him inside.

The tall brunet stayed sheathed in Draco while his body throbbed from the power of his release, watching as the blond continued to writhe wantonly on his erection, fucking himself until his own body seized with a powerful orgasm, coating both their belly’s with his hot seed.

Harry rolled back onto his heels for a moment, taking in the site of Draco bloody perfect Malfoy completely sexually worn-out and covered in sticky semen. It was a sight that he wanted to commit to memory.

Harry crawled back up the length of Draco's body as he lay panting on the blanket, and he caught his lips in a lingering kiss. With a soft growl, he tilted Draco’s head back more and ravaged his pink lips.

As he responded by wrapping his arms around Harry’s neck and kissing him back contentedly, Draco allowed himself to relax against his warm body. They shared deep kisses, and Harry ran his fingers through his silky hair and stroked his soft cheek beneath his fingers. They lingeringly explored each other in caresses as gentle as their first coupling had been brutal.

"Harry James Potter, I have claimed you and nothing and no one will ever take you from me. I will never let you go. You belong to me and only me. If you even so much as think of leaving me again, I will hunt you down to Hades and back and curse you cross eyed until all you know is my name.” Draco promised solemnly.

Harry’s eyes darkened with desire and love as he looked down at his newly possesive lover.

“Does that mean that you love me Malfoy?” he whispered softly.

Draco smiled as he slowly traced Harry’s soft lips with his fingertips. “Maybe just a teeny weeny bit.” he confessed shyly.

The air bristled with magic just a few seconds before there was a booming *crack* of apparition and quite suddenly Harry and Draco had a whole team of their fellow auror’s gaping down at their naked bodies.

Knibbler squeaked and jumped down from the stump where he had been so avidly watching the steamy action to run to Draco’s defense. The peeping little reptile bowed up and hissed threateningly at the bug eyed squad of wizards.

“Here now,” a voice in the back said as a tall redhead pushed his way to the front, “Harry mate, what’s going on?? We were worri….”

"Ye gods!" Ron Weasley screamed. "My eyes! My precious eyes! Merlin help us all!"

Draco snorted with disgust as he snuggled closer to Harry. There really was nothing worse than a weeping Weasley.


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