Healing

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Chapter 9 Confrontation

Harry pounded sharply on the giant metal door to Draco’s flat. No one answered, but he was persistent and eventually the door yanked open.

“What?” Draco yelled through the opening.

“I wanted to talk to you,” Harry said, not letting Draco’s tone intimidate him.

“What are you even doing here? Didn’t you get the memo, Potter? You’re not my client anymore,” he scoffed.

“That’s what I want to talk to you about,” he said, stepping closer.

“I don’t have anything to say to you,” Draco huffed.

Harry took another step closer and Draco backed away. “I still need your help. If money is the issue, I’ll pay you directly,” Harry said.

“I don’t need your fucking money, Potter,” he replied, tone indignent.

“Then what is it? Am I not obedient enough for you?” he asked.

Draco rolled his eyes and stepped out of the doorway allowing Harry to pass. “I’m not having this conversation with you in the corridor,” he sighed.

“At least we’re having the conversation,” Harry said with a smile, walking briskly into Draco’s living room.

“You are insufferable,” Draco grumbled.

“Oh, and you’re just as pleasant as they come, I suppose?” Harry asked, still smiling.

“Let’s just get this over with. What do you want?” Draco asked.

“I told you,” Harry started, pacing the floor in front of Draco’s sofa. “I need you. I had another… episode today, and I need you to help me forget.”

“That’s not my job,” he replied.

“Oh? Then what is your specific job description, Malfoy?” Harry asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

“I’m supposed to make you face things, and help you to heal, not just forget it all. Drugs could do that,” he muttered.

Harry stopped pacing and went to stand directly in front of Draco. “Then make me face them,” he whispered.

Draco took a step back, but Harry mirrored him. “You’re a hopeless case, Potter. There is nothing more I can do for you.”

“But the dead,” Harry whispered, “the dead haunt me all the time.”

“Dead people are not your problem, Potter, it’s the living you can’t cope with,” Draco scoffed.

Harry blinked once and flung his hand out sharply, slapping it across Draco’s face. His open palm collided with Draco’s jaw and he glared at him for several seconds before pulling the blonde’s mouth into a crushing kiss.

Draco didn’t resist and pushed them back into the couch, grabbing fistfuls of raven locks and plunging his tongue into Harry’s mouth. Harry rubbed his hand against the bulge in Draco’s trousers and undid the buckle with his other hand. Draco moaned against him before pulling away and sending Harry falling to his knees at the edge of the sofa.

“We’re not doing this,” Draco rasped. “I’m not your lover, Harry. You can’t just come over like this.”

“Fuck me,” Harry whispered, still trying to catch his breath from their searing kiss.

“What?” Draco asked incredulously. “Did you not hear a word I just said? I don’t care about you, Potter. Go find someone who does. I’m sure there are plenty of willing boys that would pound that nice virgin arse of yours.” He turned away and headed for the kitchen but Harry chased after him.

“I want you, Malfoy. You’re the only one who makes the nightmares go away,” he pleaded. He was standing directly behind him, and his breath was ghosting across Draco’s neck.

Draco whipped around and caught Harry’s throat in his hand and squeezed lightly. Harry’s eyelids drooped and Draco let go. A moment later Harry felt a draft and looked down to find he had been stripped naked with a spell. Draco’s wand was still out and pointed directly at Harry’s sternum.

He stalked up to him and pushed him back toward the kitchen table, turning Harry around and making him face it. Draco pressed his head down and made him lean against it, his legs spread and his arse in the air.

Harry couldn’t see anything but the wall ahead of him and for several minutes all he felt was the cold wooden table against his cheek and chest. Then he felt a wet finger graze the crack of his arse and slip down, rubbing roughly at his entrance.

He pushed back against the finger, wanting to feel it penetrate him but Draco held his hips still with his other hand. “Patience my little whore,” he whispered and Harry groaned.

After a few teasing strokes Draco shoved his finger in roughly and without ceremony, making Harry cry out and writhe against the table. He pumped the finger in and out several times before withdrawing it.

Harry whimpered and Draco laughed. “You like that, do you?” he asked and Harry nodded.

A sharp crack erupted on his arse cheek and Harry yelped. He had not time to process the sensation from that though, because Draco was probing his entrance again, this time with a second finger joining the first.

He plunged them inside Harry and hooked them, rubbing his fingertips roughly against Harry’s prostate and making him scream out. Harry couldn’t sit still through the onslaught and bucked against Draco’s hand.

When Draco withdrew the second time, Harry was swollen and erect, just begging for release, but Draco refused to touch him.

Harry could hear the sound of clothes being removed and falling to the floor and he started to whimper and moan. “Oh, Merlin, Malfoy, fuck me please,” he cried.

Draco chuckled and pressed his cock into the crease of Harry’s arse. “I told you I would make you beg for my cock before the end,” he whispered.

He didn’t care how degrading it might seem, all Harry wanted was Draco buried deep inside of him.

Draco pressed the head of his cock against Harry’s entrance and he heard him mutter a spell and felt warm liquid surround it. “This is going to hurt,” Draco said so that Harry could hear him clearly. “I have no intention of being gentle,” he added, and Harry could hear the lustful grin forming on his face.

“Yes,” Harry hissed in pleasure. He wanted Draco to rip him, tear him and pound him into oblivion.

A moment later he felt Draco pushing his way into him. He could feel the muscles give reluctantly as he began shoving every inch of his thick swollen cock inside Harry’s tight arse. Hewas grappling at the edge of the table trying to stabilize his own movements as Draco penetrated him.

When he was fully sheathed, Draco groaned. “So tight,” he rasped. Harry pushed back against him and Draco moaned, pulling himself out until Harry could only feel the ghost of his cock inside him and then plunging back in quick and hard.

“Fuck, Malfoy,” Harry groaned through gritted teeth. Draco had been right, it hurt like hell, but as he moved in and out the wall between pleasure and pain crumbled around him. He was blissfully blank with Draco buried inside of him, and there was no amount of pain he wouldn’t withstand to keep him there.

Still hard and ready, Harry snaked a hand down to his own cock only to have it swatted away. “You’ll finish when I tell you,” he ordered and Harry whimpered and nodded.

Draco reached around and grazed his fingertips over Harry’s cock and he shivered and pressed into him. In response Draco raked his fingernails of his other hand down Harry’s back, making sharp biting lines in his flesh.

“Fuck,” Draco groaned. “I forgot how great a virgin arse could feel.”

A burning flash of jealousy flew through Harry like phoenix fire and he bucked hard against Draco, making the other man cry out with his orgasm, emptying his hot seed inside of him. Harry doubted Draco would be thinking of anyone else for a while now at least.

“Sneaky little whore,” Draco whispered when he regained his breath. He pulled out sharply and Harry whimpered at the loss. Draco whirled him around to face him. “No one has ever been able to force me to finish that easily.”

Harry smiled triumphantly and was about to make a clever retort but Draco leaned in and bit into his bottom lip and he made a muffled moan against Draco’s mouth instead.

When Draco let go he moved closer and placed a breathy kiss beside his ear. “Just for that, I’m not going to finish you off,” Draco whispered, rubbing his thigh against Harry’s swollen cock.

Harry threw his head back at the sensation of Draco’s body against his, but when he regained composure, Draco was no longer there pressing into him, and instead was several steps away and out of Harry’s reach.

He was smiling wickedly and shaking his head. “You have a choice. You can either finish yourself, right here in front of me and then leave, or you can hold onto your wanton lust and sleep in the guest room.”

Harry tilted his head to the side in confusion. Why was Draco making him choose? He wanted it all. He would happily jerk himself off with Draco watching, and that wasn’t the issue. He wanted release, but he knew that the peace brought from an orgasm wouldn’t last as long as the constant calm and happiness he felt by staying close to Draco, just being in his presence helped him keep the nightmares at bay.

“I want to stay,” he whispered.

Draco looked genuinely surprised. “Really?”

Harry nodded. “But I want to sleep with you.”

“No deal,” Draco said, shaking his head.

Harry sighed and leaned against the table, trying to ignore the throbbing ache of his cock begging for release. “Please,” Harry whispered, but Draco only shook his head again.

“I only sleep with dates and boyfriends, Potter. You are neither,” he said curtly.

“Then what am I?” Harry asked, genuinely curious as to what Draco had to say.

Draco shrugged. “At your worst you’re a pain in my arse, at best you’re a decent fuck.”

Harry laughed. “Only decent?”

“I suppose if you were only decent I might not have invited you to stay… though I hadn’t thought you’d choice that option,” he said with a frown. “But you’re still not sleeping with me, because I still have no intention of dating you.”

Harry closed most of the distance between them and Draco began to look nervous. “Why?”

“You’re just not my type,” he said coolly.

Harry sighed. “But you’ll still fuck me?”

“If your not acting like a petulant child, and if I feel like it,” Draco responded and turned away, heading toward his bedroom.

Harry stayed a moment longer, watching Draco’s naked arse as he walked. After a bit he followed, but instead went into the guestroom as instructed and tried desperately to obey Draco and not touch himself.

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Draco didn’t go straight to bed; instead he sat in the armchair by his window and stared out into space for what seemed like hours.

Harry had chosen to stay.

He didn’t know why exactly that meant something, but it did.

Maybe it was that Harry chose furthering their relationship over release, which also meant he chose Draco over his nightmares.

It meant that Harry was close, close to being healed and close to leaving him and the thought made Draco shudder.

He could imagine him now, curling up naked in Draco’s unfamiliar bed and stroking himself. But he knew better. Harry might find release in his sleep as he had that morning, but he would resist while he was awake, simply because it was the stipulation of his getting to stay.

He chose the relationship.

Draco shook his head in dismay. He was already far closer to Harry than was healthy and things could easily get out of hand. If he didn't put an end to his... sessions... with Harry, Draco would find himself hurt in the end, and that was just unacceptable.

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