Miserable
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
817
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Miserable
Title: Miserable (Drabble)
Author: Anarah
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-18
Category: Drabble, Angst, Future fic
Disclaimers: None of it is mine -- all goes to JK Rowling and Co.
Warnings: Character Death.
A/N: This is the first HP fic I had written and I can’t remember if I’d posted it ever I’d love to hear what you all have to say about it, as I\'m very critical of it. Though this is not technically a song fic, I did get my inspiration and section titles from Lit’s “Miserable.”
****You Make Me Come*****
Draco gasped as the hot, wet tongue caressed across his cock like velvet. He bit his lip as the gentle suction enveloped his whole being, blocking out all rational thought. As a slick finger teased, feather light over his opening, he let out a gasping plea to end the torturous pleasure. The finger slid, shallowly, into his body, and he let out a groan. Pushing back against that devilish hand, and thrusting back into the delicious heat and back into that mouth, he knew it wouldn’t be much longer. As the second finger was pushed in, the teasing stopped, the thrusting began to pick up speed as the suction grew more and more forceful. He stopped holding back, and grasped the head in front of him, forcing it down all the way. The scorching heat massaged his length, and he thrust once more. He came, shooting hot, pearly streams down that beloved throat, screaming.
*****You Make Me Complete*****
Harry swallowed around him, making sure not to spill one drop of the precious liquid. He couldn’t ignore his own erection, straining against his pants, rubbing maddeningly across the cloth. Letting him slip out of his mouth, he stroked his cock through his pants, until he came, sighing the other man’s name. Looking up, he immediately fell deep into twin pools of quicksilver. Held fast in the moment, he spoke with out thinking, “I love you, Draco.” He knew they both felt the same, but never had the difficult words been said, and he was suddenly worried how they would be taken. The eyes clouded over, as if a storm were about to break, and Harry held his breath. Then they cleared, shining, as he said, “I love you too, Harry.”
*****You Make Me Completely Miserable*****
The battle raged on for days, leaving an uncountable number dead on both sides. Muggles, Muggle born and Death Eaters alike all lying intermixed, their fates ultimately the same. Smoldering fires, screams, pleas and moaning all mixing to create the horrifying symphony of pain, filling the air with it’s poison. None of this registered to the bloodied, bruised yet defiant young man standing, eyes locked on his enemy. He wiped away the blood seeping into his eyes, and pointed it at the man across the battlefield. A whisper, lost in the breeze, left his mouth as he once again lost himself in those silver eyes. Eyes pleading with him, to finish it, to stop his silent agony; fighting an enemy that could not be beaten. Those eyes widened as he fell to his knees, nearly free of his torture, and they cleared as he smiled and with his last breath sighed, “I love you, too, Harry.”
Author: Anarah
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-18
Category: Drabble, Angst, Future fic
Disclaimers: None of it is mine -- all goes to JK Rowling and Co.
Warnings: Character Death.
A/N: This is the first HP fic I had written and I can’t remember if I’d posted it ever I’d love to hear what you all have to say about it, as I\'m very critical of it. Though this is not technically a song fic, I did get my inspiration and section titles from Lit’s “Miserable.”
****You Make Me Come*****
Draco gasped as the hot, wet tongue caressed across his cock like velvet. He bit his lip as the gentle suction enveloped his whole being, blocking out all rational thought. As a slick finger teased, feather light over his opening, he let out a gasping plea to end the torturous pleasure. The finger slid, shallowly, into his body, and he let out a groan. Pushing back against that devilish hand, and thrusting back into the delicious heat and back into that mouth, he knew it wouldn’t be much longer. As the second finger was pushed in, the teasing stopped, the thrusting began to pick up speed as the suction grew more and more forceful. He stopped holding back, and grasped the head in front of him, forcing it down all the way. The scorching heat massaged his length, and he thrust once more. He came, shooting hot, pearly streams down that beloved throat, screaming.
*****You Make Me Complete*****
Harry swallowed around him, making sure not to spill one drop of the precious liquid. He couldn’t ignore his own erection, straining against his pants, rubbing maddeningly across the cloth. Letting him slip out of his mouth, he stroked his cock through his pants, until he came, sighing the other man’s name. Looking up, he immediately fell deep into twin pools of quicksilver. Held fast in the moment, he spoke with out thinking, “I love you, Draco.” He knew they both felt the same, but never had the difficult words been said, and he was suddenly worried how they would be taken. The eyes clouded over, as if a storm were about to break, and Harry held his breath. Then they cleared, shining, as he said, “I love you too, Harry.”
*****You Make Me Completely Miserable*****
The battle raged on for days, leaving an uncountable number dead on both sides. Muggles, Muggle born and Death Eaters alike all lying intermixed, their fates ultimately the same. Smoldering fires, screams, pleas and moaning all mixing to create the horrifying symphony of pain, filling the air with it’s poison. None of this registered to the bloodied, bruised yet defiant young man standing, eyes locked on his enemy. He wiped away the blood seeping into his eyes, and pointed it at the man across the battlefield. A whisper, lost in the breeze, left his mouth as he once again lost himself in those silver eyes. Eyes pleading with him, to finish it, to stop his silent agony; fighting an enemy that could not be beaten. Those eyes widened as he fell to his knees, nearly free of his torture, and they cleared as he smiled and with his last breath sighed, “I love you, too, Harry.”