This is the Way I Break

Author's note--And presenting (hopefully in exchange for your forgiveness!) SEXXX!!! I wrote this scene and then promptly got stuck on the part right after this one (you'll see when you get to the end of this chapter), so if I end up inspired, there might be another sex scene. Otherwise I might add it back in later (IF it ends up writing itself). I HAVE been working on later chapters, but it's been slow going, mainly because I've been so busy with homework and work and everything else under the sun that I just have not had time to sit down and write (plus lack of access to a computer, grrr).

Enjoy!

This is the Way I Break by Graballz

Chapter 8

Dirty/Clean

Harry twitched and moaned in his sleep, unknown pleasure invading his dreams. He arched, letting out a breathy gasp as he woke slowly. A smile slid across his face, and a glance down confirmed his suspicions. Draco was comfortably situated between Harry’s thighs, staring up at him with too-wide innocent-looking eyes as he mouthed the head of Harry’s cock happily.

“Good morning,” Draco sounded entirely too smug as he unwrapped his lips long enough to greet his lover and promptly returned to licking the tip and shaft like a lolly.

“Good,” Harry echoed, his eyes rolling back in his head as Draco’s talented tongue teased his sac and then danced back up the underside of his morning wood. “Wicked Slytherin,” Harry muttered when Draco nipped gently at his hip bones and returned to sucking lightly.

“Easy Gryffindor,” Draco shot back, grey eyes sparkling. His own erection was rock hard and throbbing, begging for attention. The blonde deliberately ignored it, dragging his nails up the insides of Harry’s thighs; he wanted to taunt and tease Harry (and himself) as long as possible. Harry let out another erotic gasp as his shoulders came off the bed, arching forward. He opened his arms.

“Come here, you,” Harry reached down and pulled on Draco’s arms, stopping him from going down once more. Draco’s eyebrow quirked, making Harry’s dick jump, and he looked a little confused when Harry tried to tug him up.

“Don’t you want me to suck you some more?” Draco asked in confusion, and Harry shook his head.

“No, I want you to come up here and use that beautiful mouth to make out with me,” Harry replied seductively, and in spite of himself, Draco shivered. With the grace of a feline, the Slytherin crawled up Harry’s body. The Boy Who Lived flipped partially onto his side, pulling Draco against him so that they were chest-to-chest and kissed him sensuously.

Draco returned the kiss hungrily, his breath catching as Harry maneuvered him. Draco’s arms were wrapped around Harry’s shoulders (as much as they could be for being on their sides) and Harry’s bottom arm was curled under Draco’s neck, fingertips lightly grazing over the flexing muscles of the blonde’s back.

Harry reached down and hooked Draco’s top leg with his top hand, bending his knee up until Draco’s calf brushed the small of Harry’s back. Then the Gryffindor stretched his fingers down until he could brush Draco’s whorl, gently caressing the twitching band of muscles.

“Lube?” Harry broke the kiss briefly to mutter, and Draco nodded as his boyfriend captured his lips once more in a searing kiss. While Harry was busy teasing his anus with a dry fingertip, Draco’s mouth watered as he Accio-ed his wand with a free hand and cast a Lubrication Charm on Harry’s fingers.

Draco squealed as the cool liquid was transferred to his bum unexpectedly, which turned into more of a purr when Harry glibly pushed his index finger inside and began to pump it easily. Harry chuckled into their kiss and renewed his grip, inserting two fingers this time. His boyfriend really did sound like a satisfied cat, Harry decided; the blonde’s hips began to rock, and Harry stiffened his fingers, giving Draco something to thrust against.

Their erections bumped as Draco frotted, and Harry couldn’t stand it any longer. He smeared the rest of the lubricant onto his aching penis and removed his fingers. He pulled Draco’s arse cheek open and gently prodded the blonde’s rosebud with the slick head of his cock.

Draco bore down as Harry pressed, and the slow, delicious burn of penetration drew long, low moans from each of them. Draco’s bent knee was trapped in between Harry’s ribs and elbow as Harry circled his hips down and then up, spearing Draco fully. The blonde shuddered and cried out, throwing his head back, as Harry’s cock moved in and out, sliding over his prostate repeatedly.

Harry couldn’t help bending his head forward to nibble his boyfriend’s bared throat, and his hand on Draco’s back pulled the Slytherin even closer as Harry fucked him deeper. Draco’s leg was curled completely around Harry’s lower back, and he used his heel against Harry’s arse to encourage him.

“I want to come just like this,” Harry panted as he picked up a steady rhythm. His hand snaked down to keep pace on his lover’s member. “Facing you; touching you; looking into your eyes; and fucking your fantastic arse just like this until you can’t take it anymore.”

“Almost there,” Draco warned, and Harry leaned in to kiss him again, stealing his needed oxygen.

“Yes, baby, cum for me! I love you, Draco. I love you so much,” Harry encouraged, and Draco whimpered, climaxing into Harry’s stroking hand.

Draco’s release was just what Harry wanted to see, and his boyfriend was so beautiful in these moments of ecstasy that Harry almost couldn’t stand it, and he, too, whimpered as he shoved hard and deep into Draco’s channel and let go.

They lay twined in each other’s arms, still joined intimately, as they recovered. Harry used a finger to gently brush a sweaty clump of hair that was stuck to Draco’s temple, and when he leaned in for another kiss, he could taste the salt on the blonde’s eager lips.

“Are you hungry for breakfast, love?” Harry asked as he slowly drew back from their impromptu snogging session. Draco shrugged.

“Yes, but I don’t want to be interrupted by tons of people again,” he said, referencing their dinner at the pub last night. Harry frowned, nodding in agreement.

“I think, though, that they’ll get used to seeing us, and then it won’t be such a big thing,” the Gryffindor replied uneasily. He hoped that would be the case, but he didn’t know it for sure. After all, the insults and putdowns hadn’t stopped yet; why would gratitude be any different?

“There’s a kitchen here, isn’t there?” Draco hated himself for being difficult, but the week itself was a challenge and having to share his boyfriend more than he was used to was not something he wanted to do. “Can’t we just get some groceries and cook?”

“WE cook?” Harry raised an eyebrow incredulously, smirking at his pastel lover. “Last I recall, I was the only one who cooked, and YOU were the one who took the cooking classes!”

“You’re a really good chef, Harry,” Draco batted his eyelashes at his boyfriend angelically. “You’re so much better than I am at that sort of thing. You saw how awful I was at preparing a meal! Why, you’re such a whiz at it that you don’t have to do anything more than LOOK at the food, and it practically prepares itself!”

“That’s because I knew to start with something simple, and you just jumped straight into the five-course meal,” Harry muttered good-naturedly, unable to keep from smiling at the compliments, even if they were meant to get him to do the work.

“Well, Malfoys should be the best at whatever they decide to do,” Draco sniffed haughtily. “It just so happens that cooking is not one of those decisions.”

“Lazy arse,” Harry chuckled as he finally disentangled himself from Draco and slid off the mattress to hit the shower. He stopped by his suitcase to grab shampoo and a shirt to Transfigure into a towel, but as soon as he stepped into the hallway, his eyes flew to the closed nursery door that was at the end of the hall, on the other side of the bathroom and the linen closet. It was only a few short strides to the loo, but Harry felt his good mood evaporate, as if Dementors lurked on the other side of the door.

“Hey, baby, you love this arse.”

Harry turned, and a real, if shaky, smile crossed his face to see Draco lounging against the bedroom doorframe, still naked, with a tender expression. Harry’s throat closed up; he could tell that Draco was trying to keep the mood light, and he appreciated it more than he could say. He nodded, glancing down at the floor so that Draco wouldn’t see the burning sensation in his eyes as he tried not to cry.

“I love you, Harry,” came the wonderfully familiar voice.

“I love you too, Draco,” Harry managed to choke, giving his boyfriend a half-smile before ducking into the Quidditch-papered bathroom and closing the door.

Draco let the fond expression slide from his face as he regarded the nursery door once Harry was safely in the bathroom. He sighed, rolling off the frame back into the bedroom and set about picking outfits for both of them. He had known instinctively that Harry was still assaulted by the memories behind that door, and he tried to distract his lover at every opportunity. Draco also knew that the Gryffindor needed his space as well, but he hoped that Harry wouldn’t object to a shower for two!

The blonde kept an eye on the time as he laid out their clothes for the day and gathering his products. He figured Harry should be just about ready to turn the water off, and he knocked softly on the bathroom door, poking his head into the steamy room.

“Is this a private shower or is there room for one more?” He asked playfully as he slipped inside and began undressing. Draco’s heart sped up for a second when there was no response, but just then, Harry poked his head around the shower curtain.

“I was just about to get out,” he replied, crestfallen. “I would’ve waited if I’d known you wanted to come in with me.”

“I would’ve been in here earlier if it had occurred to me sooner,” Draco said, peeling the last of his clothes off and stepping into the warm water. Harry backed up to give him some room, eyeing Draco’s naked body appreciatively as if he hadn’t just seen it sweaty and writhing in pleasure twenty minutes before.

“You’re a distraction,” Harry told him as his hands couldn’t help reaching for Draco’s wet hips.

“No, I’m a temptation,” Draco corrected, allowing Harry to pull him closer, letting a seductive smirk show as he ogled Harry’s nakedness in return.

“Whatever. I just like the view,” Harry tilted his head and kissed Draco’s lips, moving along his jaw line towards his ear.

“You’re welcome to stay here and admire it while I wash,” Draco cursed himself for sounding more breathless than he meant to, but Harry’s mouth always undid him. “Although I don’t know how much washing I’m going to get done if you keep doing that.”

“That’s okay,” Harry mumbled, sucking on Draco’s neck in between sentences. “I like you dirty.”

“The point of a shower is to get clean,” the blonde protested teasingly, but his hands twined around Harry’s shoulders. The Slytherin turned them so that he was more under the shower’s spray than Harry, and his white-blonde hair turned a shade darker as it got wet.

“I have no response to that,” Harry reluctantly separated his lips from Draco’s flesh, grinning mischievously at his boyfriend. “Too many dirty/clean jokes to choose from, so insert your favorite one here.”

“Mmm, I’ve got one,” Draco slicked his hair back and reached for the shampoo bottle, scrubbing his hair as he talked. “Want to hear a dirty joke?”

“Of course,” Harry replied, reaching up to help massage Draco’s scalp. The way Draco gasped and his eyes half-closed, Harry was surprised the Slytherin didn’t start purring in the middle of his joke-telling.

“Harry Potter fell in the mud,” Draco murmured, and Harry caught sight of the wicked sparkle in his half-lidded eyes. “Want to hear a clean joke?”

“Sure,” Harry kept the shampoo from running in Draco’s eyes as he rinsed and reapplied.

“He took a bath with bubbles,” Draco replied, rinsing the second application of shampoo and worked the conditioner into his hair. “Want to hear a dirty joke?”

“I like those better,” Harry confessed, picking up the loofah Draco had brought into the shower. He soaped it with the blonde’s scented scrub and started with his boyfriend’s sternum, radiating outward in large circles towards his pebbled nipples.

“Bubbles is my new nickname,” Draco felt a prompt stirring in his groin as Harry scrubbed his torso. Harry paused, looking confused for a second.

“I don’t get it—oh!” The Gryffindor flushed and smirked.

“Got it now, did you?” Draco rinsed the conditioner out of his hair and turned around, allowing Harry to rub the loofah over his back.

“Shut it, prat,” Harry deliberately pitched his voice low and husky and was rewarded with a shiver from the blonde. “First of all, we’re in the shower, not the bath. And second, where’d you hear that, anyway? That’s awful.”

“Blame Mark; I think he heard it from Todd,” Draco stepped back until his backside was pressed up against Harry’s front and began to grind leisurely.

“Careful,” Harry hissed, nibbling on Draco’s ear as his arms went around the blonde’s torso. Harry scrubbed the loofah over his boyfriend’s flat stomach before circling lower to his interested member. “You’re going to get me all excited again.”

“Maybe that’s the idea,” Draco replied seductively, and Harry dropped the loofah, both hands closing around Draco’s cock. The Slytherin gasped again and arched sharply back into Harry as the Gryffindor stroked him hand over hand under the warm spray of the shower.

“You do realize that my mother probably bathed me in this tub?” Harry asked dryly as he ground his hardness against Draco’s arse.

“Mmmm, you would have been naked,” was Draco’s breathy response.

“I would have been less than a year old,” Harry protested.

“I bet you were a chubby baby,” Draco couldn’t help saying, and then he pulled away from Harry, giggling and ducking the playful swat the Gryffindor aimed at him.

“I was not!”

“Were too! Everyone was chubby as a baby. Except me,” the blonde stuck his nose in the air as he leaned against the far wall of the shower, flinching slightly at the cold of the tile. His hand sneaked down to his prick and wrapped around his shaft, tugging lazily.

“No, you would’ve been the anorexic baby,” Harry replied, leaning against the opposite wall, careful not to impale himself on the faucet. He let his gaze travel up and down Draco’s body blatantly as his lips twisted in amusement. Two could play at this game. Harry stared at his boyfriend boldly and began to touch himself as well.

Despite all of the water they were wasting in the shower, Draco found that his mouth went quite dry when Harry’s hand slid back and forth on his cock. The Slytherin’s stubborn competitiveness was the only thing keeping him across the shower. He watched Harry unblinkingly and continued to wank, though his willpower began to weaken.

“Give it up, Potter,” Draco whispered before he could stop himself. “You can’t resist this.”

“Dream on, Malfoy,” Harry smirked back. “Don’t start it if you can’t finish it.”

“Oh, I can finish it alright,” Draco arched his eyebrow, quelling his triumph at seeing Harry’s Adam’s apple bob. “The question is, can you take the heat?”

“I can take it if you can dish it,” Harry proclaimed confidently, but then his mouth dropped open when Draco’s eyebrow arched again, but he nodded and proceeded to ‘dish it’.

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Author's note--Did you get it? (the joke) Did you groan? If so, then YAY!!! Mission accomplished! If not, then it was the HD version of the standard dirty/clean joke (which usually involves a little boy and a little girl...look it up on Google if you still don't get it). I know, it was a really bad joke, total groaner, but it's totally my sense of humor and personality.

Okay, so if the next chapter is called "Dish It", you know I got inspired for this shower sex scene. (If anyone has any requests as far as positions or anything specific that you want them to DO in the shower, I'd be happy to accommodate.) If not, then it means the plot will go on.

On a personal note, I am a fourth degree black belt in TaeKwon-Do, and a week from tomorrow (Saturday), I am testing for my fifth degree. (Once you get up to black belt, then you have to wait certain amounts of time; like, once you get your first degree, you have to wait a year before you can test for second; second, two years, etc. I haven't tested since 2004, when I tested for my fourth degree, and if I pass my test in a week, then I won't test again until 2013!)

So wish me luck! Even though I'm not around as much, I still think about you guys a lot, and I hope your lives are going well also!!!

thrnbrooke I'm sorry you were scared. Hope this takes the fear away! Thanks!

gorgeousbrowneyes Oh, god, talk about drama! LOL I have WAAAY too much drama in my personal life. I just want Harry and Draco to be happy and in love and drama-less (as I write the angstiest section of this story to date...) But seriously, my best friend (who recently came out) is in an unhealthy relationship. Her girlfriend has a history of leaving her partners; she had left her previous girlfriend 4 times (the fourth time was when she met my best friend), and then THEY started dating. The "honeymoon" phase lasted about four months; now this girl has left my best friend twice (in three months) and she's just recently returned, AND MY BEST FRIEND TOOK HER BACK!!!

So I really, REALLY didn't want Harry and Draco to break up, even for a little while. Too much real life break-ups. *sigh* So anyway, thank you for your review! Maybe once I finish this installment, I'll have time to go back and maybe edit it a little to make the pace not quite so BAM-BAM-BAM-one thing after another. Though...they only have a week, and I want to make sure I get everything crammed in that they need to take care of. So, yeah...how've you been?

tas *hugs* Hi, there! How have you been??? Not having a computer at all sucks! Thanks for the review! In answer to your questions, Arthur will stick to the story he's been telling so far, yes; if she didn't before, she does now! In England, one week; and yes! And believe it or not, I still have intentions to finish the werewolf chapter...and also to finish the other chapter for P&S...if I ever get free time again. After next week, I have a break from classes until Thanksgiving, so keep your fingers crossed!!!

Roozette HOW DID YOU KNOW??? LOL Well, I think Harry was TRYING to sleep in, and Draco sort of ruined that, but I think he will be forgiven!!! And I posted another chapter before going missing again! WOO! haha j/k I'm going to try not to be missing. Thank you for the review! I'm glad you liked the previous chapter. How's your life going? Mine's crazy, but hopefully I'll have more time to write after my final next week!

Thanks for reviewing, everyone! And thank you for reading!