Bleed Me An Ocean

Harry stood frozen in the corner of the room, his body impossibly heavy and his eyes wide with shock. The scene that had just played out before his eyes was almost more than he could comprehend and it sent his body into a maddened humming of desire. My name…he screamed my name…, that small detail was the only thing amongst Harry’s disjointed thoughts that held true for him right then. As the scene replayed over and over across his mind’s eye, his thoughts spun off into nowhere, scattering to the winds. Harry gulped loudly, his mind wired with nervousness and disbelief and his body thrumming with a desire that burned in his veins like liquid fire.

His cock was so hard that he was in near physical pain and he needed release badly; more so than he could ever remember needing before. Images of the pale blonde boy pleasuring himself on the dusty floor flooded his mind again and he bit back a small groan. It had truly been a beautiful sight to behold. At first, Harry had been taken aback and caught unawares at the site of his rival writhing in pleasure and calling his name; however, his body had started to respond. It was one of the most erotic things Harry had ever seen and he admitted it to himself in the privacy of his mind while watching the drunkenly content and sleeping boy.

As quietly as he could, Harry slipped off his cloak and took a tentative step toward Malfoy. His dick brushing the seam of his jeans almost made him moan. He doubted that Malfoy would hear him regardless, he was sleeping the sleep of the heavily intoxicated. Reaching the other boy's prone form, Harry bent down to look at him more closely. Long lashes the color of spun gold rested against his pale cheeks; his full lips were slightly parted as he slept.

He really is gorgeous, Harry thought to himself as he reached down to unfasten his trousers. He swept his eyes over Draco's body, noting the sharp jut of his hipbones and the slightly concave and muscular stomach, his now flacid but magnificent cock. The boy was thin, very thin, but he didn't look frail. He appeared lithe and agile, like a cat. A sleek, blonde cat, Harry mused, raking his fingers through his hair as he continued to gaze upon Draco.

He was worried that Malfoy would awake and catch him staring at him like this, though he knew better than that. He's practically comatose, Harry reasoned with himself. Whipping off his own robes to ease his access to his twitching, leaking cock, he sat beside Draco. Almost unconciously he ran his fingers over the other boy's collarbone and up his neck. A feather-light touch, it was still enough to make Draco moan in his sleep. Stroking his way up the smooth skin of Draco's cheek and into his hair, Harry finally grasped his cock that was begging for attention. Biting his lip and tossing his head back, he began to stroke himself slowly and evenly as the fingers from his other hand threaded through Draco's silky white-blonde hair.

"So good," he gasped as he stroked the ball of his thumb over the head of his cock, smoothing the precum back down his shaft. He tightened his grip slightly, moving his hand faster up his length. He laid down beside Draco and gazed at his sleeping face. He looked so much more peaceful than he had earlier. Harry was so close he could feel his breath on his cheek. Arching his hips he moaned again, no longer caring if Draco caught him or not. He could feel his balls beginning to tighten.

Unthinking he tightened his grip in the soft blonde hair and jerked himself faster, crying out with wild abandon as scenes from what he had watched earlier flashed through his mind. Draco arching his back and yelling his name rolled over and over through his brain until Harry himself cried out, his come pouring onto his still working fingers, yanking Draco's hair in the throes of his ecstasy. The orgasm shook him to the core it was so intense that he almost didn't hear the pleasured whimper from the boy beside him. Harry sat bolt upright and looked at Draco expecting to see him staring back at him. But no, he still slept on, though Harry noticed that his cock had hardened once more.

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He may've been asleep but Draco could still feel and the fingers in his hair felt so good. The ever-tightening grip was amazing. He never knew dreams could be so realistic. He could hear disembodied moans beside him, yet he could see nothing. Not that he cared, he knew that voice anyway. Draco listened intently to the sounds, they were so arousing. He wanted to see Harry, but he'd take him anyway he could. He knew he was beside him, he could feel the warmth of his breath on his cheek - and gods! those fingers in his hair -. The breath beside him quickened and he knew Harry was close, he wanted to yell for him to come, to please come, but he didn't, couldn't. He was too intent on listening to him. Then he cried out his pleasure, moaning under his breath and those wonderful fingers yanked his hair so hard he could feel his head jerk back. Draco moaned then, it was an exquisite sensation. He never wanted this dream to end.

He felt a burning kiss in the hollow of his throat after a moment. He'd begun to worry that the dream was over, but to his sheer joy it wasn't. The fingers left his hair and trailed down his neck, over his shoulder. They grazed the outline of his ribs then they disappeared. No!, Draco screamed in his mind. Then he gasped and shuddered as a hot mouth closed around the head of his cock. A warm wet tongue swept around the head, gathering the juices that oozed out. He thrust himself against Harry's mouth with urgency, only to have it pull away entirely. He groaned with need and frustration, he wanted this so badly it hurt, "Give me more," he whimpered.

Those hands, those wonderful, wonderful hands found their way beneath his shirt and he didn't care that Harry could feel the pale scars on his torso and ribs. They gripped his waist tightly and the hot mouth swallowed his entire length in one fell swoop. He wanted to cry it felt so good, that wet Heaven on him. Harry's fingers bent, digging into the smooth, white skin as they trailed down to Draco's hips and jerked him upward, deep into his mouth and the blonde shrieked in pleasure. Writhing beneath him, a drunken, scarred, sleeping mess he came hard into Harry's mouth, his hot come jetting down the others' throat in streams.

I never want to wake up, Draco thought to himself as the soft tongue licked him clean. A soft kiss on his hip made him sigh happily then it was over, Harry was gone. He frowned in his sleep, he felt empty again, wrung out and alone.

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Harry sat back on his knees, licking the remains of Draco's come from his lips even as they curved into a wickedly satisfied smile. That had been amazing. He could still taste him on his tongue, a slightly salty-sweet starchy flavor. It had been delicious. He stood to leave, quickly gathering his robes and bundling them under his arm. He looked down at Draco's sleeping form, a slight frown marring his otherwise relaxed expression and he shivered. It was rather chilly in the old room, Harry realized and cast a quick warming spell on the room. I want him to be comfortable, the thought came unbidden to Harry's mind, the memory of the scars beneath his questing fingers still lingering, a reminder that Draco was far from ok. If he tried hard enough he thought he could still feel the smooth indentations of them.

Shaking his head slightly to bring himself back from his reveries, he made his way back to the corner and picked his cloak up. He turned to cast one last glance at Draco as he pulled the cloak over him. He froze as the cool cloth settled around him. He could've sworn he had opened his eyes and looked right at him. Staring hard at the other boy he saw his eyes were closed and he was sleeping soundly once again. You're starting to hallucinate, Potter, he told himself as he opened the door and stepped into the hall.

Turning from the open hallway towards the door, Harry pulled it shut quietly before resetting the locking and silencing charms on the room, assuring Draco would get a peaceful and undisturbed sleep. Once his task was done, he leaned heavily against the door. His body was exhausted from the sheer strength of his orgasm yet he felt strangely content…and terribly puzzled. He didn’t understand his new perspective towards the young Slytherin or why his body reacted so strongly to him and, although he was confused, he found he didn’t mind. Smiling slightly, Harry lifted himself from the door and headed back towards Gryffindor Tower with one thought playing through his mind: Draco Malfoy had screamed his name. . . and he liked the way it sounded.

A/N: Thanks to all of you who reviewed, you have no idea how much I appreciate your comments. Please keep them coming! Also, special thanks goes to my friend Rain, she and her well of patience. She deals with my neurotic whinging about this fic with total grace and I am grateful for all the help she has given me.