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Adult ++
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33
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17,314
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Selective Memory
Chapter Number/Total: 7/32
Chapter Title: Selective Memory
Words: 2480 Words
Betas: roonilwaz
David helped Harlan up the stairs and then unlocked their door, pushing his lover ahead of him into the room.
Harlan stumbled inside, turning to look at David. "I'm glad we went to the party."
David snorted, relocking the door and leading him over to the bed. He set Harlan down on it and began pulling the other man's clothes off.
"It was fun, right?" Harlan asked, letting David undress him. "And I danced with you..."
David had removed the man's coat and shirt and now bent to get the shoes. "Yes, it was," he said. "And you can dance with me anytime you like."
Harlan grinned, lifting his foot for him. "You dance really nice. So I want to do it again."
"I think you have had too much to drink," David said.
"Did not," Harlan said, blushing softly. "Whatever I was drinking was good though. You should've had some. Didn't I ask if you wanted any? I should've."
"I don't like being drunk," David answered, thinking he also didn't trust what others gave him. He finished removing his lover's socks and shoes and then laid him back on the bed, working to get his jeans and shorts off too.
"Oh... Well, I didn't get drunk so I don't think you would've," Harlan said, lifting his hips when David moved to pull the jeans down.
David smiled fondly down at his naked, babbling lover, then stood and stripped as well.
Harlan scooted up on the bed, his eyes on David. "But I don't really drink much anyway... That was probably the first time in a long time," Harlan said.
David climbed in beside the man, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him against his own body.
"We're going to sleep now?" Harlan asked, snuggling close and closing his eyes. "Good, I'm tired."
"Yes, sleep, baby," David soothed, petting his hair.
"Night, Draco," Harlan said softly, not noticing his mistake as he fell asleep.
"Sweet dreams, Harry," the blond whispered, smiling and kissing his forehead.
***
David woke first, slipping out of bed to make tea. Times like these, Harlan would miss things like Hangover Potions. The blond made their tea and then sat down beside his lover, putting the cup on the bedside table.
Harlan had pulled the covers over his head, the light making his head hurt even more. "Turn the light off," he moaned.
"That's called the sun, and I can't make it go away," David replied, amused. "But I do have tea for you."
"You can block it," Harlan murmured, slowly pulling the covers away. "Tea?"
"The shades are closed, baby," David answered, picking up the cup of tea and bringing it up to his lover's lips.
"Thanks," Harlan whispered, blowing on it before taking a small sip. He sighed, looking up at David. "Morning..."
"Good morning, love," David said, still holding the cup for him.
Harlan slowly sat up, reaching to take the cup from his hands. "Sleep well?" he asked, sipping at the tea.
"Yes," David said quietly. "Are you okay this morning?”
"Just a headache, but I'm okay," Harlan answered softly, smiling at him.
"So last night has me thinking about the spell requirement," David said.
"What about it?" Harlan asked, raising an eyebrow.
"We've had two accidents recently," David said. "We might want to make sure I fuck you in the mornings so we don't have that happen in the evening like that."
Harlan nodded, sipping the tea slowly. "We can still have sex at night though, right?" He would miss that.
David's smile grew and he cupped his lover's chin. "Oh, baby," he cooed, "anytime and as often as you like."
Harlan smiled brightly. "Good, then that's fine with me. Good thing we have today off." He leant up to kiss David. "Plus, I hope everyone doesn't start treating me weird."
David gently returned the kiss. "So what do you want to do with our day off?" he asked.
"Can we go out? After this headache goes away," Harlan said, drinking the last of his tea.
"Of course," David said, sipping his own tea.
"Is there anything you want to do outside?" Harlan asked, setting his cup down.
"Well, what do Muggles do for fun?" David asked.
"Same things as witches and wizards, I suppose," Harlan replied, smiling as he lay back on the bed again. "Except differently. They take buses to go places and such."
"Well," David said, "I saw some bookstores on Clement Street. Or we could go to the beach or the park or something."
"I liked the beach, but the water was too cold," Harlan said with a shiver. "Maybe the bookstores and then the park?"
"Sounds good," David smiled, setting his empty cup aside.
Harlan sat up again, smiling back. "So come back to bed and lay with me while this gets better. Oh, and...can we buy something else, maybe?"
David lay down again, opening his arms for Harlan.
"Like maybe a television?" Harlan asked, moving into his arms and resting his head on David's chest.
"A what?" David asked.
"A television. There was one at Manuel's flat... You know, that box in front that had moving pictures in it?" Harlan tried to explain.
"Ah," David said. "Are they expensive?"
"Some of them are," Harlan admitted. "We have a lot saved up though, right?"
"Well," David said, "not a lot. But we can look at the cost and see if we can get one." He slid his arm down, stroking Harlan's backside fondly.
Harlan smiled, his eyes closing as he relaxed. "Thank you," he said.
"Are you feeling better?" David asked.
"Yeah, the headache is going away," Harlan murmured.
David's fingers caressed up his lover's spine. "Good," he purred.
The touch made Harlan shiver, his eyes opening again. "We should carry lube around with us," he said suddenly.
"Yes, we should," David agreed. "Are you sore?"
"Yeah, a bit," Harlan replied softly.
"Shall I kiss it and make it better?" David asked, licking his lover's ear.
Harlan blushed again, but nodded. "Yes, please..."
David smiled. "Be right back," he promised, rolling out of bed and heading to the bathroom where he ran the water until it was warm and then soaked a washcloth in it before returning.
Harlan had rolled into the middle of the bed as he waited for David to return.
"On your hands and knees, love," David said, smiling as he returned to the bed.
Harlan rolled over onto his stomach first then got up on his hands and knees, glancing over his shoulder at David.
David climbed between the other man's legs and then began to wash his arse gently, first the cheeks and then softly down the crack.
Harlan hummed softly, resting his forehead on the bed. It felt so good just to be touched like this by someone he loved and trusted.
David was as thorough as he was gentle, washing his lover's sore opening, then his balls and cock as well.
Harlan began to harden under the touches, his hips circling as David touched him.
David set the cooling washcloth aside and then reached to spread those cheeks, inspecting the damage from last night. Harlan's opening was red but not torn. The blond licked at the sensitive tissue.
Harlan moaned softly, tilting his hips up and back. "Mm, yes," he encouraged.
David cupped his lover's balls with one hand while he kept him spread with the other, licking and sucking on that puckered opening.
"Ah, please," Harlan moaned, his cock bouncing as he tried to push back on David's tongue.
David pushed his tongue into his lover as he slid his hand up Harlan's shaft.
Harlan's hips rocked as he thrust into David's hand, his cheek pressed against the bed as he panted.
David wriggled his tongue inside his lover, squeezing the head of his lover's cock as he did.
"Draco," Harlan gasped, his eyes squeezed shut as he gripped the sheets again. "More..."
The sound of his real name, so seldom heard now, was exciting. David withdrew his tongue enough to speak. "More this?" he asked.
"More, yes," Harlan begged, swallowing to wet his dry throat.
"Come for me, love," David said, renewing the thrusting of his tongue and speeding up his hand, loving the way the other man trembled under him.
It only took Harlan a couple minutes more before he was coming hard, arching his back sharply with a cry.
David sighed happily, patting his lover's arse affectionately and reaching for a towel to clean his face and hands.
Harlan slowly collapsed on the bed again, panting softly. "Mm..." he hummed.
After cleaning himself, David handed his lover the washcloth. "We are going to have to do laundry too," he said. "You just soiled our second set of sheets."
"Sorry," Harlan said softly, laying down on his side and glancing at David.
"No apologies needed, love," David said, smiling. "I love doing that to you. We just need clean sheets."
***
David managed to get Harlan out of bed and stripped their second set of sheets, stuffing it into a bag with the rest of their laundry.
"Big bag," Harlan commented, pulling his shoes on properly before getting up to help David.
They managed to carry the bag down the street to the local Laundromat. David had grabbed the bag of change that they used to pay for buses and laundry.
"We need four of those big coins," Harlan said, pulling the bag down to an almost empty row of washers.
"Last time we were here, that girl said we have to sort them by colour," David said, dumping the contents of their bag onto a table.
"So, you start pulling out the white clothes," Harlan said, getting the colours out.
David nodded and together than managed to get most of it sorted. They argued over the placement of a few items. Not for the first time and, he was sure, not for the last, David missed house-elves.
"Now can we put them in the washer?" Harlan asked, moving to open one of them.
"Did you remember the cleaning powder?" David asked, scooping an armload of white clothing into a nearby machine.
Harlan nodded, picking up the box of powder. "I still say it smells good," he commented, opening it up and reaching for the small scooper.
"You’re daft," David answered, making a face. He noticed a pretty brunette was watching them.
"I am not daft," Harlan said with a pout, scooping the powder out and putting it into the machine. "Smells like flowers or something..."
"I think we will have to visit one of the flower gardens in the park," David said. "You have clearly forgotten what flowers actually smell like."
Harlan blushed slightly, closing the machine. "Can't blame me for that, can you?"
David leant in to whisper in his ear. "That girl is watching us. Do you think she’s attractive?" he asked.
Harlan quickly glanced back, blushing harder when he saw that someone really was watching them. "She's really pretty," Harlan said quietly, looking back at David.
David winked at the young woman watching them. She blushed and returned to folding her clothing. The blond continued to whisper. "Do you want her?" he asked.
Harlan blushed hard, watching David for a long moment. Was it some kind of test or something? "Well, er. I have you, so..."
David pulled back and considered his lover. "You don't miss being with a woman?" he asked, voice still low.
"Kissing them is a lot like kissing you anyway," Harlan said with a shrug. He glanced back at the woman.
She glanced up and blushed again when she saw the two of them looking at her. "I wasn't talking about kissing," David whispered, smirking.
"Oh, you mean..." Harlan trailed off, looking at David quickly. "I've never really gotten that far."
David's eyes widened and his mouth dropped open a bit before he caught himself. "What about the Weasley girl?" he asked.
"I was fighting a war," Harlan said softly. "I couldn't be with her, too."
David had forgotten the Muggle now and was staring at his lover. "You never?" he asked, shocked. He had forgotten that.
"You were my first," Harlan replied, reaching for the small bag that held the coins they would need for the machine.
David began to tremble then, and he turned away.
"What's wrong?" Harlan asked after he put the coins in and turned the machine on. He stepped closer, touching his arm.
David wanted to run and he was shaking. "No, no," he was muttering, covering his own face with his hands.
"Draco," Harlan whispered, gently guiding him to a chair to sit down, "I didn't mean to upset you." He wrapped his arm around him.
David was losing control in a Muggle laundry room and was unable to stop himself.
Harlan hugged him, feeling helpless in the situation. He rubbed his back and tried to soothe him, though.
"I raped you," David hissed.
Harlan winced. "I've forgiven you..."
"Repeatedly," David said, shuddering.
Harlan didn't know what to say. It wasn't like he could deny it. "But I've forgiven you...that shouldn’t matter..."
David’s grey eyes looked up in pain at his lover.
"I love you, Draco," Harlan said, biting his lip. "I love you..."
The man hissed at the use of his name in public. "I need to go for a walk," he said. "Can you handle the laundry for a while?"
"I can handle it," Harlan said quietly, watching him. "You want me to wait here or go home?"
"If the laundry is done, you can go home," David said, getting to his feet.
"Where are you going?" Harlan asked.
"I don't know," David said, not looking at him. "Don't worry. I'll be back."
"All right... I'll see you later," Harlan said, looking down at the floor.
David left quickly, walking faster than usual and not having any idea where he was going.
Harlan looked up, watching him leave and sighing softly. He saw that the woman was still looking at him, her eyes full of sympathy. Harlan shrugged and went back to the clothes.
He washed, dried and folded the clothes, taking his time in the Laundromat. He didn't know how long he waited to see David's blond hair in the doorway before he finally decided that he needed to go. He carefully put the clothes into the bag and tied it up, slowly making his way back to the flat with the heavy bag. He made it back inside and went about putting the clothes away, glancing at the door to the flat every few minutes. He had no idea where David was and it worried him. He needed David in more ways than just sexually.
Hours passed, and Harlan ended up falling asleep curled up in their chair, an empty carton of ice cream next to him.
Chapter Title: Selective Memory
Words: 2480 Words
Betas: roonilwaz
David helped Harlan up the stairs and then unlocked their door, pushing his lover ahead of him into the room.
Harlan stumbled inside, turning to look at David. "I'm glad we went to the party."
David snorted, relocking the door and leading him over to the bed. He set Harlan down on it and began pulling the other man's clothes off.
"It was fun, right?" Harlan asked, letting David undress him. "And I danced with you..."
David had removed the man's coat and shirt and now bent to get the shoes. "Yes, it was," he said. "And you can dance with me anytime you like."
Harlan grinned, lifting his foot for him. "You dance really nice. So I want to do it again."
"I think you have had too much to drink," David said.
"Did not," Harlan said, blushing softly. "Whatever I was drinking was good though. You should've had some. Didn't I ask if you wanted any? I should've."
"I don't like being drunk," David answered, thinking he also didn't trust what others gave him. He finished removing his lover's socks and shoes and then laid him back on the bed, working to get his jeans and shorts off too.
"Oh... Well, I didn't get drunk so I don't think you would've," Harlan said, lifting his hips when David moved to pull the jeans down.
David smiled fondly down at his naked, babbling lover, then stood and stripped as well.
Harlan scooted up on the bed, his eyes on David. "But I don't really drink much anyway... That was probably the first time in a long time," Harlan said.
David climbed in beside the man, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him against his own body.
"We're going to sleep now?" Harlan asked, snuggling close and closing his eyes. "Good, I'm tired."
"Yes, sleep, baby," David soothed, petting his hair.
"Night, Draco," Harlan said softly, not noticing his mistake as he fell asleep.
"Sweet dreams, Harry," the blond whispered, smiling and kissing his forehead.
***
David woke first, slipping out of bed to make tea. Times like these, Harlan would miss things like Hangover Potions. The blond made their tea and then sat down beside his lover, putting the cup on the bedside table.
Harlan had pulled the covers over his head, the light making his head hurt even more. "Turn the light off," he moaned.
"That's called the sun, and I can't make it go away," David replied, amused. "But I do have tea for you."
"You can block it," Harlan murmured, slowly pulling the covers away. "Tea?"
"The shades are closed, baby," David answered, picking up the cup of tea and bringing it up to his lover's lips.
"Thanks," Harlan whispered, blowing on it before taking a small sip. He sighed, looking up at David. "Morning..."
"Good morning, love," David said, still holding the cup for him.
Harlan slowly sat up, reaching to take the cup from his hands. "Sleep well?" he asked, sipping at the tea.
"Yes," David said quietly. "Are you okay this morning?”
"Just a headache, but I'm okay," Harlan answered softly, smiling at him.
"So last night has me thinking about the spell requirement," David said.
"What about it?" Harlan asked, raising an eyebrow.
"We've had two accidents recently," David said. "We might want to make sure I fuck you in the mornings so we don't have that happen in the evening like that."
Harlan nodded, sipping the tea slowly. "We can still have sex at night though, right?" He would miss that.
David's smile grew and he cupped his lover's chin. "Oh, baby," he cooed, "anytime and as often as you like."
Harlan smiled brightly. "Good, then that's fine with me. Good thing we have today off." He leant up to kiss David. "Plus, I hope everyone doesn't start treating me weird."
David gently returned the kiss. "So what do you want to do with our day off?" he asked.
"Can we go out? After this headache goes away," Harlan said, drinking the last of his tea.
"Of course," David said, sipping his own tea.
"Is there anything you want to do outside?" Harlan asked, setting his cup down.
"Well, what do Muggles do for fun?" David asked.
"Same things as witches and wizards, I suppose," Harlan replied, smiling as he lay back on the bed again. "Except differently. They take buses to go places and such."
"Well," David said, "I saw some bookstores on Clement Street. Or we could go to the beach or the park or something."
"I liked the beach, but the water was too cold," Harlan said with a shiver. "Maybe the bookstores and then the park?"
"Sounds good," David smiled, setting his empty cup aside.
Harlan sat up again, smiling back. "So come back to bed and lay with me while this gets better. Oh, and...can we buy something else, maybe?"
David lay down again, opening his arms for Harlan.
"Like maybe a television?" Harlan asked, moving into his arms and resting his head on David's chest.
"A what?" David asked.
"A television. There was one at Manuel's flat... You know, that box in front that had moving pictures in it?" Harlan tried to explain.
"Ah," David said. "Are they expensive?"
"Some of them are," Harlan admitted. "We have a lot saved up though, right?"
"Well," David said, "not a lot. But we can look at the cost and see if we can get one." He slid his arm down, stroking Harlan's backside fondly.
Harlan smiled, his eyes closing as he relaxed. "Thank you," he said.
"Are you feeling better?" David asked.
"Yeah, the headache is going away," Harlan murmured.
David's fingers caressed up his lover's spine. "Good," he purred.
The touch made Harlan shiver, his eyes opening again. "We should carry lube around with us," he said suddenly.
"Yes, we should," David agreed. "Are you sore?"
"Yeah, a bit," Harlan replied softly.
"Shall I kiss it and make it better?" David asked, licking his lover's ear.
Harlan blushed again, but nodded. "Yes, please..."
David smiled. "Be right back," he promised, rolling out of bed and heading to the bathroom where he ran the water until it was warm and then soaked a washcloth in it before returning.
Harlan had rolled into the middle of the bed as he waited for David to return.
"On your hands and knees, love," David said, smiling as he returned to the bed.
Harlan rolled over onto his stomach first then got up on his hands and knees, glancing over his shoulder at David.
David climbed between the other man's legs and then began to wash his arse gently, first the cheeks and then softly down the crack.
Harlan hummed softly, resting his forehead on the bed. It felt so good just to be touched like this by someone he loved and trusted.
David was as thorough as he was gentle, washing his lover's sore opening, then his balls and cock as well.
Harlan began to harden under the touches, his hips circling as David touched him.
David set the cooling washcloth aside and then reached to spread those cheeks, inspecting the damage from last night. Harlan's opening was red but not torn. The blond licked at the sensitive tissue.
Harlan moaned softly, tilting his hips up and back. "Mm, yes," he encouraged.
David cupped his lover's balls with one hand while he kept him spread with the other, licking and sucking on that puckered opening.
"Ah, please," Harlan moaned, his cock bouncing as he tried to push back on David's tongue.
David pushed his tongue into his lover as he slid his hand up Harlan's shaft.
Harlan's hips rocked as he thrust into David's hand, his cheek pressed against the bed as he panted.
David wriggled his tongue inside his lover, squeezing the head of his lover's cock as he did.
"Draco," Harlan gasped, his eyes squeezed shut as he gripped the sheets again. "More..."
The sound of his real name, so seldom heard now, was exciting. David withdrew his tongue enough to speak. "More this?" he asked.
"More, yes," Harlan begged, swallowing to wet his dry throat.
"Come for me, love," David said, renewing the thrusting of his tongue and speeding up his hand, loving the way the other man trembled under him.
It only took Harlan a couple minutes more before he was coming hard, arching his back sharply with a cry.
David sighed happily, patting his lover's arse affectionately and reaching for a towel to clean his face and hands.
Harlan slowly collapsed on the bed again, panting softly. "Mm..." he hummed.
After cleaning himself, David handed his lover the washcloth. "We are going to have to do laundry too," he said. "You just soiled our second set of sheets."
"Sorry," Harlan said softly, laying down on his side and glancing at David.
"No apologies needed, love," David said, smiling. "I love doing that to you. We just need clean sheets."
***
David managed to get Harlan out of bed and stripped their second set of sheets, stuffing it into a bag with the rest of their laundry.
"Big bag," Harlan commented, pulling his shoes on properly before getting up to help David.
They managed to carry the bag down the street to the local Laundromat. David had grabbed the bag of change that they used to pay for buses and laundry.
"We need four of those big coins," Harlan said, pulling the bag down to an almost empty row of washers.
"Last time we were here, that girl said we have to sort them by colour," David said, dumping the contents of their bag onto a table.
"So, you start pulling out the white clothes," Harlan said, getting the colours out.
David nodded and together than managed to get most of it sorted. They argued over the placement of a few items. Not for the first time and, he was sure, not for the last, David missed house-elves.
"Now can we put them in the washer?" Harlan asked, moving to open one of them.
"Did you remember the cleaning powder?" David asked, scooping an armload of white clothing into a nearby machine.
Harlan nodded, picking up the box of powder. "I still say it smells good," he commented, opening it up and reaching for the small scooper.
"You’re daft," David answered, making a face. He noticed a pretty brunette was watching them.
"I am not daft," Harlan said with a pout, scooping the powder out and putting it into the machine. "Smells like flowers or something..."
"I think we will have to visit one of the flower gardens in the park," David said. "You have clearly forgotten what flowers actually smell like."
Harlan blushed slightly, closing the machine. "Can't blame me for that, can you?"
David leant in to whisper in his ear. "That girl is watching us. Do you think she’s attractive?" he asked.
Harlan quickly glanced back, blushing harder when he saw that someone really was watching them. "She's really pretty," Harlan said quietly, looking back at David.
David winked at the young woman watching them. She blushed and returned to folding her clothing. The blond continued to whisper. "Do you want her?" he asked.
Harlan blushed hard, watching David for a long moment. Was it some kind of test or something? "Well, er. I have you, so..."
David pulled back and considered his lover. "You don't miss being with a woman?" he asked, voice still low.
"Kissing them is a lot like kissing you anyway," Harlan said with a shrug. He glanced back at the woman.
She glanced up and blushed again when she saw the two of them looking at her. "I wasn't talking about kissing," David whispered, smirking.
"Oh, you mean..." Harlan trailed off, looking at David quickly. "I've never really gotten that far."
David's eyes widened and his mouth dropped open a bit before he caught himself. "What about the Weasley girl?" he asked.
"I was fighting a war," Harlan said softly. "I couldn't be with her, too."
David had forgotten the Muggle now and was staring at his lover. "You never?" he asked, shocked. He had forgotten that.
"You were my first," Harlan replied, reaching for the small bag that held the coins they would need for the machine.
David began to tremble then, and he turned away.
"What's wrong?" Harlan asked after he put the coins in and turned the machine on. He stepped closer, touching his arm.
David wanted to run and he was shaking. "No, no," he was muttering, covering his own face with his hands.
"Draco," Harlan whispered, gently guiding him to a chair to sit down, "I didn't mean to upset you." He wrapped his arm around him.
David was losing control in a Muggle laundry room and was unable to stop himself.
Harlan hugged him, feeling helpless in the situation. He rubbed his back and tried to soothe him, though.
"I raped you," David hissed.
Harlan winced. "I've forgiven you..."
"Repeatedly," David said, shuddering.
Harlan didn't know what to say. It wasn't like he could deny it. "But I've forgiven you...that shouldn’t matter..."
David’s grey eyes looked up in pain at his lover.
"I love you, Draco," Harlan said, biting his lip. "I love you..."
The man hissed at the use of his name in public. "I need to go for a walk," he said. "Can you handle the laundry for a while?"
"I can handle it," Harlan said quietly, watching him. "You want me to wait here or go home?"
"If the laundry is done, you can go home," David said, getting to his feet.
"Where are you going?" Harlan asked.
"I don't know," David said, not looking at him. "Don't worry. I'll be back."
"All right... I'll see you later," Harlan said, looking down at the floor.
David left quickly, walking faster than usual and not having any idea where he was going.
Harlan looked up, watching him leave and sighing softly. He saw that the woman was still looking at him, her eyes full of sympathy. Harlan shrugged and went back to the clothes.
He washed, dried and folded the clothes, taking his time in the Laundromat. He didn't know how long he waited to see David's blond hair in the doorway before he finally decided that he needed to go. He carefully put the clothes into the bag and tied it up, slowly making his way back to the flat with the heavy bag. He made it back inside and went about putting the clothes away, glancing at the door to the flat every few minutes. He had no idea where David was and it worried him. He needed David in more ways than just sexually.
Hours passed, and Harlan ended up falling asleep curled up in their chair, an empty carton of ice cream next to him.