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Adult ++
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8,752
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10
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Torrid Heart
title: Torrid Heart
author: Chibimono Akuno
email: chibimono@msn.com
category: smut fic, angst
spoilers: SS/PS, CoS, PoA, GoF, OotP
pairing: Draco/Harry
rating: NC-17
warnings: SLASH, gay sex (especially of the butt variety) but not in graphic detail... sorta...
disclaimers: These characters are not mine. They belong to the wonderful goddess J.K. Rowling and all the other companies that own them. I bow before you and beg for your forgiveness of using these characters. I only wish to entertain, not make money.
A/N: In an attempt to cheer up Twistedcuz, I issued her a challenge. I made us both write poems and then we exchanged them with each other. Using each other\'s poem, we created fics. I don\'t know how I did this, but I made this fic rather smutty. This is definitely NC-17, and not just for the frequent use of the word \"fuck\". Mind you, the end turns out slightly angsty.
Torrid heart
by Chibimono Akuno
poetry by Twistedcuz
What hides behind this torrid heart is nothing short of monstrous
I should have saw it coming from a mile away. Draco Malfoy, of all people. I thought he hated me, but the truth was right there in my face. Everyone else saw it but me, making me look like the dense one. I\'m not dense, really, I\'m just oblivious, but who would believe me now? Because, as usual, I\'ve shown everyone just how \"dense\" I am again. And, as usual, it\'s always Malfoy\'s fault.
Allow me to start with my seventh year at Hogwarts. It seems that everyone knew Malfoy was gay, but me. And it also seems like everyone knew I was gay... but me...
An evil smile to light the spark of flaming passion in you
I didn\'t know a thing about desire until it was practically on my lap. Quite literally. Remind me to never get drunk at the Three Broomsticks again. Especially with Malfoy in the room. Alcohol is known to reduce the inhibitions of the average person... and strip me completely of my own.
That evil smirk from half way across the pub should have never looked so damn good. No man should have looked that damn good. I\'m sure it was the alcohol talking to my brain, making me see things that weren\'t there. A sparkle in his grey eyes, a flash of tongue swiping across a tender pink lip.
Allow me to point out this odd I d I didn\'t know I was gay until the first time I was drunk.
That\'s the only reason Malfoy got me into his bed in the first place.
Sweet word of loving gently whispered in song of understanding
I awoke in the morning with a hangover, memory loss, and Malfoy plastered to my body. When I say plastered, I actually mean that, yes, we were near glued to each other with sweat, saliva, and cum. Not the best way to wake up in the morning, especially after just realising that you are gay. It\'s best to ease into something like that, really, but I screwed myself over once again.
And yet, there he was, Malfoy, in the same bed as I was... and he wasn\'t Malfoy. He was the same person, you know, just... not the same... Really, I guess I can\'t call him Malfoy... Draco...
I was disgusted with myself and looking only to get away as unscathed as possible... but Draco pulled me back into bed with soothing words and gentle touches. I just couldn\'t take it. This was not something I was used to, and it was a bad morning, and this wasn\'t Malfoy.
But he told me this: \"I know this is odd and very sudden, but I lust for you. I really do. I lust for you to the point that... well, I could love you if I choose. But I don\'t want to, so I won\'t. I know you won\'t because you don\'t think you love me. But let me just touch you for a while, and pretend that I have you. Give me a chance to burn in Hell for a reason.\"
I don\'t know about you, but that made more sense to me than anything I ever heard out of his mouth. Maybe because I wanted him exactly as he put it with his words. Maybe I was still a bit drunk. Maybe I just wanted the sex.
Maybe I just wanted to be touched because no one else ever had touched me before.
When he whispered \"beautiful\" against my lips, I was suddenly gone from my senses... and lost in his.
Torn from lips of honey salt with bitter sweet appeal
He fucked me into the mattress. He fucked me hard and he fucked me well, and he definitely fucked me more than once. He took me on my back, my feet in the air over his shoulders. He took me from behind, like I was some sort of dog, milking hot strings of cum from my cock as he pounded into me. I thought we were done after all that, but spooned against me, he took me from behind again, holding one of my legs in the air for better leverage as he worked his hips to slam against me.
And each time I cried for him. I screamed his name in hot passion. I gasped, I moaned, I enjoyed every moment of it and made every sound I could to let him know. I begged for more, I pleaded to have it harder, sobbed for it faster, and he gave it all to me.
We slept after our frantic and ravenous shagging. I don\'t know how long I slept, nor do I care. I all I know is I awoke again later that day with hunger pangs and a dull pain in my arse. There sat Draco... perched beside me, looking for all the world like a smug cat with bowl of cream. My gods, if he didn\'t get his cream, too, as hened ned over and sucked my cock until I came, singing his name.
Pledges added to the mix make life\'s load slightly lighter
We should have went back to Hogwarts that afternoon... but instead we stayed in the room above the Three Broomsticks for a week. Fucking, sucking, rimming, feltching, pounding, screaming, wanking, taking... I do believe he did it all to me in one week. We tried just about every position, and I\'m sure he learned every angle it took to hit mostaostate dead on for each position.
When we could finally take no more, both my arse and his cock being quite sore, we decided to leave our little hideaway and venture back into the real world.
We made a promise to each other as we parted ways that day.
Everything was to be as it were before our little sexcapade. All hate was to come back to us and no one was to know the better. Not another touch of lust between us... until the war was over.
Till granite crashes dowon ton the world I have made you
To say that I was sex crazed after that week was an understatement. Every time Draco... well, Malfoy now, walked into a room, I was hard as a rock. I wanked off in bathroom stalls more in that year than I had all my life. There was not a night that I did not have to change my sheets the next morning for cum due to wet dreams and mattress humping. There were times when I could just take anyone to fuck, but I could never manage to do it.
I had to have Draco.
Then we were out of Hogwarts and in the middle of a war zone. Fighting did nothing to hinder the libido that Draco created in me. I was in battle one moment, and in a secluded place fucking my fist in the next. I will honestly say that I even resorted to fucking myself with my wand. I was desperate.
Since leaving Hogwarts, the next time I actually saw Malfoy was when he was standing next to Voldemort as I went in for the kill. If I said I wasn\'t distracted by head number two tucked away in my trousers, I am absolutely lying to you.
And here is how I showed everyone just how dense I was:
Instead of attacking Voldemort... I pounced on Malfoy.
I should have died that d
<
A pet I keep close guard upon to toy with at my leisure
Voldemort decided to let me live. He was so proud of Malfoy for is unwitting plan that I was a present to the blonde for a job well done.
And my arse was well done soon after.
I wept ept in a tiny room with a bed, completely naked at all times. Malfoy... or rather Draco, once again my master of pleasure, was the only one with the key to my little room. And was the only one that could touch me.
It was what I had been missing. Oh gods, the sex was just as good as before. Draco reacquainted himself with my body rather quickly, and proceeded to fuck me for all I was worth. He didn\'t tell me what he was going to do, he just did me. He pulled out an incredible assortment of toys to add to the mix of various positions. He even let people come in to watch him bang the cum out of me. He fucked me till the point that my testicles actually burned and I could not come to save my life.
No mention made of loving you more that a moments worth
We never talked. There was no conversation between us like the first time. No, the only thing coming from my mouth was screams, pleading, and his cum running out the corners of my mouth when it was too difficult to swallow it all.
The only thing Draco would say to me was how he wanted me next. There were times that he was gentle and there were times that he left me bleeding. The lust was there, just as it always had been, but he never really made mention of love. What was love anyway, when all you needed was a good fuck... all the time...?
This torrid heart will burn you in the end
Love was the good feeling that kept you going during the good fuck... because you just feel like used goods afterwards otherwise.
And I know this, because he didn\'t choose to love me... Even though I think I started loving him when I began to lust mercilessly for his touch.
~ the end ~
author: Chibimono Akuno
email: chibimono@msn.com
category: smut fic, angst
spoilers: SS/PS, CoS, PoA, GoF, OotP
pairing: Draco/Harry
rating: NC-17
warnings: SLASH, gay sex (especially of the butt variety) but not in graphic detail... sorta...
disclaimers: These characters are not mine. They belong to the wonderful goddess J.K. Rowling and all the other companies that own them. I bow before you and beg for your forgiveness of using these characters. I only wish to entertain, not make money.
A/N: In an attempt to cheer up Twistedcuz, I issued her a challenge. I made us both write poems and then we exchanged them with each other. Using each other\'s poem, we created fics. I don\'t know how I did this, but I made this fic rather smutty. This is definitely NC-17, and not just for the frequent use of the word \"fuck\". Mind you, the end turns out slightly angsty.
Torrid heart
by Chibimono Akuno
poetry by Twistedcuz
What hides behind this torrid heart is nothing short of monstrous
I should have saw it coming from a mile away. Draco Malfoy, of all people. I thought he hated me, but the truth was right there in my face. Everyone else saw it but me, making me look like the dense one. I\'m not dense, really, I\'m just oblivious, but who would believe me now? Because, as usual, I\'ve shown everyone just how \"dense\" I am again. And, as usual, it\'s always Malfoy\'s fault.
Allow me to start with my seventh year at Hogwarts. It seems that everyone knew Malfoy was gay, but me. And it also seems like everyone knew I was gay... but me...
An evil smile to light the spark of flaming passion in you
I didn\'t know a thing about desire until it was practically on my lap. Quite literally. Remind me to never get drunk at the Three Broomsticks again. Especially with Malfoy in the room. Alcohol is known to reduce the inhibitions of the average person... and strip me completely of my own.
That evil smirk from half way across the pub should have never looked so damn good. No man should have looked that damn good. I\'m sure it was the alcohol talking to my brain, making me see things that weren\'t there. A sparkle in his grey eyes, a flash of tongue swiping across a tender pink lip.
Allow me to point out this odd I d I didn\'t know I was gay until the first time I was drunk.
That\'s the only reason Malfoy got me into his bed in the first place.
Sweet word of loving gently whispered in song of understanding
I awoke in the morning with a hangover, memory loss, and Malfoy plastered to my body. When I say plastered, I actually mean that, yes, we were near glued to each other with sweat, saliva, and cum. Not the best way to wake up in the morning, especially after just realising that you are gay. It\'s best to ease into something like that, really, but I screwed myself over once again.
And yet, there he was, Malfoy, in the same bed as I was... and he wasn\'t Malfoy. He was the same person, you know, just... not the same... Really, I guess I can\'t call him Malfoy... Draco...
I was disgusted with myself and looking only to get away as unscathed as possible... but Draco pulled me back into bed with soothing words and gentle touches. I just couldn\'t take it. This was not something I was used to, and it was a bad morning, and this wasn\'t Malfoy.
But he told me this: \"I know this is odd and very sudden, but I lust for you. I really do. I lust for you to the point that... well, I could love you if I choose. But I don\'t want to, so I won\'t. I know you won\'t because you don\'t think you love me. But let me just touch you for a while, and pretend that I have you. Give me a chance to burn in Hell for a reason.\"
I don\'t know about you, but that made more sense to me than anything I ever heard out of his mouth. Maybe because I wanted him exactly as he put it with his words. Maybe I was still a bit drunk. Maybe I just wanted the sex.
Maybe I just wanted to be touched because no one else ever had touched me before.
When he whispered \"beautiful\" against my lips, I was suddenly gone from my senses... and lost in his.
Torn from lips of honey salt with bitter sweet appeal
He fucked me into the mattress. He fucked me hard and he fucked me well, and he definitely fucked me more than once. He took me on my back, my feet in the air over his shoulders. He took me from behind, like I was some sort of dog, milking hot strings of cum from my cock as he pounded into me. I thought we were done after all that, but spooned against me, he took me from behind again, holding one of my legs in the air for better leverage as he worked his hips to slam against me.
And each time I cried for him. I screamed his name in hot passion. I gasped, I moaned, I enjoyed every moment of it and made every sound I could to let him know. I begged for more, I pleaded to have it harder, sobbed for it faster, and he gave it all to me.
We slept after our frantic and ravenous shagging. I don\'t know how long I slept, nor do I care. I all I know is I awoke again later that day with hunger pangs and a dull pain in my arse. There sat Draco... perched beside me, looking for all the world like a smug cat with bowl of cream. My gods, if he didn\'t get his cream, too, as hened ned over and sucked my cock until I came, singing his name.
Pledges added to the mix make life\'s load slightly lighter
We should have went back to Hogwarts that afternoon... but instead we stayed in the room above the Three Broomsticks for a week. Fucking, sucking, rimming, feltching, pounding, screaming, wanking, taking... I do believe he did it all to me in one week. We tried just about every position, and I\'m sure he learned every angle it took to hit mostaostate dead on for each position.
When we could finally take no more, both my arse and his cock being quite sore, we decided to leave our little hideaway and venture back into the real world.
We made a promise to each other as we parted ways that day.
Everything was to be as it were before our little sexcapade. All hate was to come back to us and no one was to know the better. Not another touch of lust between us... until the war was over.
Till granite crashes dowon ton the world I have made you
To say that I was sex crazed after that week was an understatement. Every time Draco... well, Malfoy now, walked into a room, I was hard as a rock. I wanked off in bathroom stalls more in that year than I had all my life. There was not a night that I did not have to change my sheets the next morning for cum due to wet dreams and mattress humping. There were times when I could just take anyone to fuck, but I could never manage to do it.
I had to have Draco.
Then we were out of Hogwarts and in the middle of a war zone. Fighting did nothing to hinder the libido that Draco created in me. I was in battle one moment, and in a secluded place fucking my fist in the next. I will honestly say that I even resorted to fucking myself with my wand. I was desperate.
Since leaving Hogwarts, the next time I actually saw Malfoy was when he was standing next to Voldemort as I went in for the kill. If I said I wasn\'t distracted by head number two tucked away in my trousers, I am absolutely lying to you.
And here is how I showed everyone just how dense I was:
Instead of attacking Voldemort... I pounced on Malfoy.
I should have died that d
<
A pet I keep close guard upon to toy with at my leisure
Voldemort decided to let me live. He was so proud of Malfoy for is unwitting plan that I was a present to the blonde for a job well done.
And my arse was well done soon after.
I wept ept in a tiny room with a bed, completely naked at all times. Malfoy... or rather Draco, once again my master of pleasure, was the only one with the key to my little room. And was the only one that could touch me.
It was what I had been missing. Oh gods, the sex was just as good as before. Draco reacquainted himself with my body rather quickly, and proceeded to fuck me for all I was worth. He didn\'t tell me what he was going to do, he just did me. He pulled out an incredible assortment of toys to add to the mix of various positions. He even let people come in to watch him bang the cum out of me. He fucked me till the point that my testicles actually burned and I could not come to save my life.
No mention made of loving you more that a moments worth
We never talked. There was no conversation between us like the first time. No, the only thing coming from my mouth was screams, pleading, and his cum running out the corners of my mouth when it was too difficult to swallow it all.
The only thing Draco would say to me was how he wanted me next. There were times that he was gentle and there were times that he left me bleeding. The lust was there, just as it always had been, but he never really made mention of love. What was love anyway, when all you needed was a good fuck... all the time...?
This torrid heart will burn you in the end
Love was the good feeling that kept you going during the good fuck... because you just feel like used goods afterwards otherwise.
And I know this, because he didn\'t choose to love me... Even though I think I started loving him when I began to lust mercilessly for his touch.
~ the end ~