Beauty's Beast (Sequel to Blind Beauty) COMPLETE
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What You Want
Chapter Number/Total: 9/24
Chapter Title: What You Want
Words: 1852 Words
Draco used to like parties; now he detested them. He was glamoured, thanks to Harry, but he always got pitying looks from people who knew about his condition. Actually, he wasn't sure which was worse, the fangs and claws or the lack of a wand. He did his best to put on a confident face and socialise. Harry was laughing and joking with some of his old Gryffindor friends. Draco's eyes narrowed at the way they always seemed to be touching Harry. The female Weasley was particularly loose with her hands ....
Harry laughed at another joke, noticing that Ginny kept touching him every now and then. He was always wary of people touching him now, especially after everything that had happened before. He knew they wouldn't do more without asking, but he was still cautious. He glanced around to see where Draco was, wondering if the blond wanted something else to drink.
Draco leaned against the wall near the door, arms across his chest. He tried not to show any emotion on his face, but his eyes never left Harry.
Harry found him soon enough, wondering why Draco didn't look happy. He excused himself, trying to smile as Ginny touched his shoulder again, and Harry walked off to where the blond stood. "You don't look like you're having fun."
Draco arched an eyebrow. "Yes, loads of fun," he drawled.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked, frowning up at him.
Draco's eyes narrowed. "There were hands all over you, and you ask me that?" he whispered in a harsh hissing sound.
"There weren't hands all over me," Harry replied softly, even though he thought about Ginny touching him a few times here and there. It didn't seem like that big a deal to him.
Draco frowned, feeling like a heel for spoiling Harry's fun but not able to control the jealousy he felt when people touched his lover. "I can smell where she touched you," he whispered, nearly growling.
"You know it's nothing, Draco," Harry answered quietly, not knowing how to react to his jealousy.
"Nothing," Draco snarled. "I can smell that they want you. At least three of them."
Harry blushed, shaking his head and wondering privately who the other two were. "I don't want them ...."
Draco glanced around and then pulled Harry closer. "But you are aroused," he whispered.
"Not for them," Harry said quickly.
"For me?" Draco asked, voice dropping deeper and his breathing speeding up as he inhaled the other man's scent.
"Only you," Harry whispered, swallowing a few times as he looked up at Draco. "I swear."
"You want me even now?" Draco asked, his own arousal growing quickly and his clawed hand on Harry's arm tightening.
"Even now," Harry murmured honestly, feeling his body tremble just from the look on his lover's face.
Draco backed out of the room, pulling Harry with him and glancing around. "Terrace?" he asked.
Harry went along with him, quickly glancing back at his friends before looking forward again. He had been having fun, he had to admit that, but he couldn't resist the pull of his lover.
Draco nearly dragged Harry to the back of the house and out into the garden. There, in the semi-darkness, he pushed him against the wall of the building.
"Don't you want to go home?" Harry asked, feeling the brick of the wall pressed into his back.
"Want you, here and now," Draco growled, face buried against Harry's neck and nipping his skin.
Harry moaned softly, tilting his head to the side despite not wanting to do it here. "Someone might hear ...."
"I don't care," Draco growled, licking up his lover's neck to his ear.
"I'm loud, Draco," Harry whimpered.
Draco nipped at his ear now, whispering hotly, "Yes, then they will all know it's me you want, not them. Isn't this what you asked for? Your fantasy?" He growled, licking a drop of blood that appeared from a nip that had been too hard.
Harry blushed. "Yes," he admitted, surrendering to Draco and gasping as he sagged against the wall, feeling every bite. He knew he would have a whole new set of marks over the healing ones that he had glamoured.
Draco pressed his knee between Harry's legs and began rotating his hips so that he ground against his lover. "I think it turns you on that they think you are so sweet and innocent," Draco snarled. "They have no idea what you really like, do they?"
Harry shook his head, another moan escaping him as he weakly thrust against Draco. "Only you know ... only you ...."
"Yes, only me," Draco growled. "Only I can give you what you want, what you need."
"I need you," Harry moaned, hardly able to see him in the darkness of the night. "Please. Now."
"And what should I do to you, Harry?" Draco's rough voice asked, claws on his arm tightening. He licked along Harry's jaw now.
"Fuck me," Harry replied, his body shaking with arousal. He didn't care who heard him now.
"Turn around,” Draco ordered, stepping back just enough to allow him to move.
Harry turned around as quickly as he could, reaching out so he could brace himself against the wall.
"Take your trousers down," Draco said. He ran claws down Harry's still clad back, not ripping the fabric, but only because he was concentrating on making it gentle.
Harry quickly undid his trousers, pushing them down to his ankles with his shorts. He shivered as his skin was exposed to the cool air.
"Oh, yes, Harry Potter, the hero, dropping his trousers for me, right here with all his friends only a few feet away," Draco whispered. "Delicious." He did his best to get his own trousers open, only ripping them a little, and then pushed them down enough to free his hard cock.
Harry flushed, his forehead resting against the wall as he arched his back, his arse sticking out for Draco. "They can't hear you ...."
"Not yet," Draco grinned, pressing his cock into the crevice of his lover's arse and sliding it along to position himself.
It was true, this was only the beginning. "Fuck me, Draco," Harry whispered, bending himself over as much as he could.
Claws curling around Harry's hips, Draco pressed his cock forward, breaching that tight opening and growling in an effort not to shout.
Harry moaned at the welcome burn that came along with the entry, his fingers digging into the grooves of the wall.
"Oh, yes, fucking my hero," Draco growled as he pressed forward. He could feel Harry's arse against his hips.
Harry clenched around Draco as he quickly adjusted, his breath coming in short pants. He laughed breathlessly when he heard Draco's words.
Draco wished he had pulled off Harry's shirt as well, wanting his teeth in the man's flesh as well as his cock and claws. He began thrusting then, hard and deep, feeling his balls slap against Harry's as he did.
Harry couldn't hold back the noises he had started to make, his eyes squeezed shut as Draco moved. "Claws," he managed to say, wanting to feel that specific feeling as well.
Draco had been holding back, so it was a relief to allow his claws to press into the flesh of Harry's hips as he pounded into him. "Oh, fuck yes, mine," he growled.
"Yours," Harry cried out, groaning with the added pressure. "Fuck, fuck ... Draco!"
"Yes, mine, say it," Draco growled, sliding deep inside Harry, blood seeping now from where his claws penetrated the man's flesh.
"Yours," Harry said again, feeling close as each of Draco's thrusts hit that spot inside him. "Close!"
"Yes, mine," Draco growled, no longer even aware of other people as he lost himself in his passion for Harry. "Come for me, paint the wall," he growled.
Harry didn't need to be told again as he came hard, crying out Draco's name.
Draco growled, coming as Harry shouted and his body clenched around the blond's cock. "Fuck, yes!" he shouted.
Harry shuddered, very aware that they had been loud, but not caring at the moment. After a few minutes of panting he said, "Mm, Draco?"
"Yes, Harry," Draco whispered into his lover's hair at the back of his neck.
"Everyone probably heard," Harry said quietly, sounding amused and tired.
"Yes, I think you can be assured of that," the blond whispered.
"We should get dressed before someone decides to come," Harry murmured, even though he didn't want to move.
Draco snorted at the words. "We just came, but I don't think your friends want to confront your jealous part-wolf boyfriend at this point."
"You know what I meant, Draco," Harry said, glancing over his shoulder at him with a small smile.
"Yes, and now they all know you are mine," Draco said, pleased. He moaned softly as he pulled back and looked down, unnaturally sharp eyesight allowing him to watch the blood and come trickle down his lover's legs even in the dim light.
Harry hummed softly, reaching back to touch one of the wounds, his fingers slipping in the blood. "Yes, they should know now."
"Good," Draco answered, laying his own hand over Harry's and sliding both around in the blood.
Harry smiled, still looking back at him. If anyone were to come out now, they'd definitely be shocked by what they saw.
"Cast Cleaning Charms and redress," Draco said. "I am not willing to share my prize."
Harry bent down a little so he could pull his wand out of his trousers and do a quick Cleaning Charm on both of them before he began to pull up his shorts and trousers.
Draco managed to get his clothes back up and mostly in place. Luckily, the Glamour that Harry used on him would probably cover most of the evidence as well.
Harry finished and turned around, leaning in close to kiss Draco softly. "Do you still smell anyone else on me?"
"No," Draco said, smiling. "You smell like blood and my seed."
Harry smiled brightly. "So you're happy now, I'm guessing?"
"Yes, very," Draco agreed. "Want to go back to the party?" The blond was surprised to realise he did, feeling quite cheerful now.
"I guess we can, for a little bit," Harry said, moving a bit to test how it would feel to walk.
Draco smiled, loving the way Harry walked like a man just fucked into a wall and enjoying the knowledge that everyone would know he had done just that.
Harry slowly walked back into the party, taking a deep breath and running a hand through his hair. Maybe no one had heard them ....
It was very clear that everyone had heard, although they were doing their best to pretend otherwise. There was a bit of blushing and stammering, and some of the guests seemed afraid to look them in the face. Draco grinned, sipping his drink and watching the show. He noticed that Harry's closest friends seemed to adjust. And that no one else touched Harry again that evening. No one but him.
Chapter Title: What You Want
Words: 1852 Words
Draco used to like parties; now he detested them. He was glamoured, thanks to Harry, but he always got pitying looks from people who knew about his condition. Actually, he wasn't sure which was worse, the fangs and claws or the lack of a wand. He did his best to put on a confident face and socialise. Harry was laughing and joking with some of his old Gryffindor friends. Draco's eyes narrowed at the way they always seemed to be touching Harry. The female Weasley was particularly loose with her hands ....
Harry laughed at another joke, noticing that Ginny kept touching him every now and then. He was always wary of people touching him now, especially after everything that had happened before. He knew they wouldn't do more without asking, but he was still cautious. He glanced around to see where Draco was, wondering if the blond wanted something else to drink.
Draco leaned against the wall near the door, arms across his chest. He tried not to show any emotion on his face, but his eyes never left Harry.
Harry found him soon enough, wondering why Draco didn't look happy. He excused himself, trying to smile as Ginny touched his shoulder again, and Harry walked off to where the blond stood. "You don't look like you're having fun."
Draco arched an eyebrow. "Yes, loads of fun," he drawled.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked, frowning up at him.
Draco's eyes narrowed. "There were hands all over you, and you ask me that?" he whispered in a harsh hissing sound.
"There weren't hands all over me," Harry replied softly, even though he thought about Ginny touching him a few times here and there. It didn't seem like that big a deal to him.
Draco frowned, feeling like a heel for spoiling Harry's fun but not able to control the jealousy he felt when people touched his lover. "I can smell where she touched you," he whispered, nearly growling.
"You know it's nothing, Draco," Harry answered quietly, not knowing how to react to his jealousy.
"Nothing," Draco snarled. "I can smell that they want you. At least three of them."
Harry blushed, shaking his head and wondering privately who the other two were. "I don't want them ...."
Draco glanced around and then pulled Harry closer. "But you are aroused," he whispered.
"Not for them," Harry said quickly.
"For me?" Draco asked, voice dropping deeper and his breathing speeding up as he inhaled the other man's scent.
"Only you," Harry whispered, swallowing a few times as he looked up at Draco. "I swear."
"You want me even now?" Draco asked, his own arousal growing quickly and his clawed hand on Harry's arm tightening.
"Even now," Harry murmured honestly, feeling his body tremble just from the look on his lover's face.
Draco backed out of the room, pulling Harry with him and glancing around. "Terrace?" he asked.
Harry went along with him, quickly glancing back at his friends before looking forward again. He had been having fun, he had to admit that, but he couldn't resist the pull of his lover.
Draco nearly dragged Harry to the back of the house and out into the garden. There, in the semi-darkness, he pushed him against the wall of the building.
"Don't you want to go home?" Harry asked, feeling the brick of the wall pressed into his back.
"Want you, here and now," Draco growled, face buried against Harry's neck and nipping his skin.
Harry moaned softly, tilting his head to the side despite not wanting to do it here. "Someone might hear ...."
"I don't care," Draco growled, licking up his lover's neck to his ear.
"I'm loud, Draco," Harry whimpered.
Draco nipped at his ear now, whispering hotly, "Yes, then they will all know it's me you want, not them. Isn't this what you asked for? Your fantasy?" He growled, licking a drop of blood that appeared from a nip that had been too hard.
Harry blushed. "Yes," he admitted, surrendering to Draco and gasping as he sagged against the wall, feeling every bite. He knew he would have a whole new set of marks over the healing ones that he had glamoured.
Draco pressed his knee between Harry's legs and began rotating his hips so that he ground against his lover. "I think it turns you on that they think you are so sweet and innocent," Draco snarled. "They have no idea what you really like, do they?"
Harry shook his head, another moan escaping him as he weakly thrust against Draco. "Only you know ... only you ...."
"Yes, only me," Draco growled. "Only I can give you what you want, what you need."
"I need you," Harry moaned, hardly able to see him in the darkness of the night. "Please. Now."
"And what should I do to you, Harry?" Draco's rough voice asked, claws on his arm tightening. He licked along Harry's jaw now.
"Fuck me," Harry replied, his body shaking with arousal. He didn't care who heard him now.
"Turn around,” Draco ordered, stepping back just enough to allow him to move.
Harry turned around as quickly as he could, reaching out so he could brace himself against the wall.
"Take your trousers down," Draco said. He ran claws down Harry's still clad back, not ripping the fabric, but only because he was concentrating on making it gentle.
Harry quickly undid his trousers, pushing them down to his ankles with his shorts. He shivered as his skin was exposed to the cool air.
"Oh, yes, Harry Potter, the hero, dropping his trousers for me, right here with all his friends only a few feet away," Draco whispered. "Delicious." He did his best to get his own trousers open, only ripping them a little, and then pushed them down enough to free his hard cock.
Harry flushed, his forehead resting against the wall as he arched his back, his arse sticking out for Draco. "They can't hear you ...."
"Not yet," Draco grinned, pressing his cock into the crevice of his lover's arse and sliding it along to position himself.
It was true, this was only the beginning. "Fuck me, Draco," Harry whispered, bending himself over as much as he could.
Claws curling around Harry's hips, Draco pressed his cock forward, breaching that tight opening and growling in an effort not to shout.
Harry moaned at the welcome burn that came along with the entry, his fingers digging into the grooves of the wall.
"Oh, yes, fucking my hero," Draco growled as he pressed forward. He could feel Harry's arse against his hips.
Harry clenched around Draco as he quickly adjusted, his breath coming in short pants. He laughed breathlessly when he heard Draco's words.
Draco wished he had pulled off Harry's shirt as well, wanting his teeth in the man's flesh as well as his cock and claws. He began thrusting then, hard and deep, feeling his balls slap against Harry's as he did.
Harry couldn't hold back the noises he had started to make, his eyes squeezed shut as Draco moved. "Claws," he managed to say, wanting to feel that specific feeling as well.
Draco had been holding back, so it was a relief to allow his claws to press into the flesh of Harry's hips as he pounded into him. "Oh, fuck yes, mine," he growled.
"Yours," Harry cried out, groaning with the added pressure. "Fuck, fuck ... Draco!"
"Yes, mine, say it," Draco growled, sliding deep inside Harry, blood seeping now from where his claws penetrated the man's flesh.
"Yours," Harry said again, feeling close as each of Draco's thrusts hit that spot inside him. "Close!"
"Yes, mine," Draco growled, no longer even aware of other people as he lost himself in his passion for Harry. "Come for me, paint the wall," he growled.
Harry didn't need to be told again as he came hard, crying out Draco's name.
Draco growled, coming as Harry shouted and his body clenched around the blond's cock. "Fuck, yes!" he shouted.
Harry shuddered, very aware that they had been loud, but not caring at the moment. After a few minutes of panting he said, "Mm, Draco?"
"Yes, Harry," Draco whispered into his lover's hair at the back of his neck.
"Everyone probably heard," Harry said quietly, sounding amused and tired.
"Yes, I think you can be assured of that," the blond whispered.
"We should get dressed before someone decides to come," Harry murmured, even though he didn't want to move.
Draco snorted at the words. "We just came, but I don't think your friends want to confront your jealous part-wolf boyfriend at this point."
"You know what I meant, Draco," Harry said, glancing over his shoulder at him with a small smile.
"Yes, and now they all know you are mine," Draco said, pleased. He moaned softly as he pulled back and looked down, unnaturally sharp eyesight allowing him to watch the blood and come trickle down his lover's legs even in the dim light.
Harry hummed softly, reaching back to touch one of the wounds, his fingers slipping in the blood. "Yes, they should know now."
"Good," Draco answered, laying his own hand over Harry's and sliding both around in the blood.
Harry smiled, still looking back at him. If anyone were to come out now, they'd definitely be shocked by what they saw.
"Cast Cleaning Charms and redress," Draco said. "I am not willing to share my prize."
Harry bent down a little so he could pull his wand out of his trousers and do a quick Cleaning Charm on both of them before he began to pull up his shorts and trousers.
Draco managed to get his clothes back up and mostly in place. Luckily, the Glamour that Harry used on him would probably cover most of the evidence as well.
Harry finished and turned around, leaning in close to kiss Draco softly. "Do you still smell anyone else on me?"
"No," Draco said, smiling. "You smell like blood and my seed."
Harry smiled brightly. "So you're happy now, I'm guessing?"
"Yes, very," Draco agreed. "Want to go back to the party?" The blond was surprised to realise he did, feeling quite cheerful now.
"I guess we can, for a little bit," Harry said, moving a bit to test how it would feel to walk.
Draco smiled, loving the way Harry walked like a man just fucked into a wall and enjoying the knowledge that everyone would know he had done just that.
Harry slowly walked back into the party, taking a deep breath and running a hand through his hair. Maybe no one had heard them ....
It was very clear that everyone had heard, although they were doing their best to pretend otherwise. There was a bit of blushing and stammering, and some of the guests seemed afraid to look them in the face. Draco grinned, sipping his drink and watching the show. He noticed that Harry's closest friends seemed to adjust. And that no one else touched Harry again that evening. No one but him.