Little Death
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult ++
Chapters:
1
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1,882
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1
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Little Death
Title: Little Death
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Rating: R
Summary: Recreational activities are good for the mind and body.
Disclaimer: All familiar characters and situations are Copyright by J. K. Rowling and Co.
Warning: Mild voyeurism.
Notes: Part of my \"Challenge Me\" experiment. For oceanocielo who requested – Draco/Harry; \"Ultimately, we\'re all dead men, sadly we cannot choose when, but we can decide how we meet that end in order that we are remembered as men.\" (from Gladiator) I double-checked the line from a transcript as it contradicted itself in one place and this should be the exact quote though I had to fix it so it doesn\'t contradict itself. Hope you don\'t mind the little changes to the quote. Think 7th year.
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The light filters golden and frayed into the ancient office. It used to be Dumbledore\'s office, until he\'d gone and died, killed. His portrait is one of the first to leave their frames, smiling a knowing smile. He is the only one who leaves to give the boys their privacy. Some portraits leave, cheeks pink, some mumbling about self-respect and the nerve of kids these days. Then there are those who remain, keeping their silence, watching with narrowed eye as the impossible unfolds before them.
It is Draco who started the inconceivable, hand pinching Harry\'s thigh, making him squeak in the middle of a long-winded speech for Draco\'s benefit. There have been complaints of Draco\'s temper and refusal to work with those he did not think worthy. They came to Dumbledore\'s office to speak in peace, to think, maybe to ask the late Headmaster\'s advice. Harry certainly didn\'t think he\'d receive Draco\'s tongue in his mouth instead of more reproaches – sarcastic musings meant to sting just a little. The searching kiss was an inventive distraction, but not one that was wholly welcome.
Harry broke away, spluttering and stuttering Draco\'s name.
\"But-but…Draco!?\" Harry looked and sounded thoroughly scandalized. \"How can you think of such things when we\'re at war? Such things lead to careless mistakes,\" he frowns, \"and to unnecessary death.\"
Draco speaks slowly, \"Ultimately, we\'re all dead men,\" a gentle brush of fingers over the troubled face, \"sadly we cannot choose when,\" a kiss to the furrowed brow, glasses carefully removed. Hands curled in the front of Harry\'s robes, Draco inhales the smell of Harry\'s skin, feeling light-headed. \"But we can decide how we meet that end in order that we are remembered as men of worth. You may be here to convince me to play nice, but I am here to convince you not to play the martyr and serve the sacrificial lamb for the better of all humanity.\"
Harry tries to push away, half-heartedly pushing at Draco\'s chest. He\'s fought for so long that he has no more strength left and lets himself be enfolded in needy arms. He is pliant and unresisting as Draco nudges him in the direction the large desk, smooth, shiny, and convenient.
Whilst he spoke, Draco had been gentle enough, now that consent had been given, Draco latches onto Harry in earnest. He pushes Harry forcefully against the desk, bending him backwards, unmindful of the wince and low groan as Harry feels the hardwood digging into the small of his tender back.
Their movements are frantic as they try to forget just for a little while. Harry scrambles backwards to lie more fully on the table, spreading his legs wide to let Draco press all the more closely to him, fingers tearing at buttons. He\'s propped himself on his elbows, watching hungrily as Draco undoes his own clothing, before yanking forcefully at Harry\'s trousers, pulling them off with the unlaced shoes, and dropping it all with a thump on the floor.
Draco clambers onto the desk himself, hands grasping for support and knees pushing Harry\'s legs even wider apart. He hovers over Harry, then kisses him as if he would meld them together at the mouth.
Blindly grasping for his wand, Draco casts several useful charms. He smirks when Harry moans and bucks under him as the spells sweep over and through him.
Draco clings desperately to Harry even as he pushes into him, urging his legs to wrap about his waist. They slide across the smooth desk, rocking back and forth, each inhale and exhale heavy with their worries.
There is a clean burn in their muscles, an ache that burns away their cares and all the hateful, scarring memories. For a few minutes they just exist for their pleasure. Nothing more.
Gasping and choking, mouths open wide in supplication, they succumb to the throbbing pleasure and lie, slumped together without one unwelcome thought crossing their mind
Heaving a sigh, Harry tries pushing Draco off of him, a warm weight pressing him uncomfortably into the wood of the table. Draco grunts and rolls over himself, shading his eyes with the back of his hand.
\"Mmm, I\'m going to be sore tomorrow and it\'s all your fault.\" Harry sits up with difficulty, blinking rapidly. He tries to find his glasses, but when his hand slides over Draco\'s chest, he yanks his hand back and cradles it to his chest, deciding to look for them later.
\"Oh, quit whining,\" Draco throws one arm over Harry\'s lap, smirking a vicious little smirk, \"it always takes a little death to appreciate life more fully.\"
End
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Rating: R
Summary: Recreational activities are good for the mind and body.
Disclaimer: All familiar characters and situations are Copyright by J. K. Rowling and Co.
Warning: Mild voyeurism.
Notes: Part of my \"Challenge Me\" experiment. For oceanocielo who requested – Draco/Harry; \"Ultimately, we\'re all dead men, sadly we cannot choose when, but we can decide how we meet that end in order that we are remembered as men.\" (from Gladiator) I double-checked the line from a transcript as it contradicted itself in one place and this should be the exact quote though I had to fix it so it doesn\'t contradict itself. Hope you don\'t mind the little changes to the quote. Think 7th year.
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The light filters golden and frayed into the ancient office. It used to be Dumbledore\'s office, until he\'d gone and died, killed. His portrait is one of the first to leave their frames, smiling a knowing smile. He is the only one who leaves to give the boys their privacy. Some portraits leave, cheeks pink, some mumbling about self-respect and the nerve of kids these days. Then there are those who remain, keeping their silence, watching with narrowed eye as the impossible unfolds before them.
It is Draco who started the inconceivable, hand pinching Harry\'s thigh, making him squeak in the middle of a long-winded speech for Draco\'s benefit. There have been complaints of Draco\'s temper and refusal to work with those he did not think worthy. They came to Dumbledore\'s office to speak in peace, to think, maybe to ask the late Headmaster\'s advice. Harry certainly didn\'t think he\'d receive Draco\'s tongue in his mouth instead of more reproaches – sarcastic musings meant to sting just a little. The searching kiss was an inventive distraction, but not one that was wholly welcome.
Harry broke away, spluttering and stuttering Draco\'s name.
\"But-but…Draco!?\" Harry looked and sounded thoroughly scandalized. \"How can you think of such things when we\'re at war? Such things lead to careless mistakes,\" he frowns, \"and to unnecessary death.\"
Draco speaks slowly, \"Ultimately, we\'re all dead men,\" a gentle brush of fingers over the troubled face, \"sadly we cannot choose when,\" a kiss to the furrowed brow, glasses carefully removed. Hands curled in the front of Harry\'s robes, Draco inhales the smell of Harry\'s skin, feeling light-headed. \"But we can decide how we meet that end in order that we are remembered as men of worth. You may be here to convince me to play nice, but I am here to convince you not to play the martyr and serve the sacrificial lamb for the better of all humanity.\"
Harry tries to push away, half-heartedly pushing at Draco\'s chest. He\'s fought for so long that he has no more strength left and lets himself be enfolded in needy arms. He is pliant and unresisting as Draco nudges him in the direction the large desk, smooth, shiny, and convenient.
Whilst he spoke, Draco had been gentle enough, now that consent had been given, Draco latches onto Harry in earnest. He pushes Harry forcefully against the desk, bending him backwards, unmindful of the wince and low groan as Harry feels the hardwood digging into the small of his tender back.
Their movements are frantic as they try to forget just for a little while. Harry scrambles backwards to lie more fully on the table, spreading his legs wide to let Draco press all the more closely to him, fingers tearing at buttons. He\'s propped himself on his elbows, watching hungrily as Draco undoes his own clothing, before yanking forcefully at Harry\'s trousers, pulling them off with the unlaced shoes, and dropping it all with a thump on the floor.
Draco clambers onto the desk himself, hands grasping for support and knees pushing Harry\'s legs even wider apart. He hovers over Harry, then kisses him as if he would meld them together at the mouth.
Blindly grasping for his wand, Draco casts several useful charms. He smirks when Harry moans and bucks under him as the spells sweep over and through him.
Draco clings desperately to Harry even as he pushes into him, urging his legs to wrap about his waist. They slide across the smooth desk, rocking back and forth, each inhale and exhale heavy with their worries.
There is a clean burn in their muscles, an ache that burns away their cares and all the hateful, scarring memories. For a few minutes they just exist for their pleasure. Nothing more.
Gasping and choking, mouths open wide in supplication, they succumb to the throbbing pleasure and lie, slumped together without one unwelcome thought crossing their mind
Heaving a sigh, Harry tries pushing Draco off of him, a warm weight pressing him uncomfortably into the wood of the table. Draco grunts and rolls over himself, shading his eyes with the back of his hand.
\"Mmm, I\'m going to be sore tomorrow and it\'s all your fault.\" Harry sits up with difficulty, blinking rapidly. He tries to find his glasses, but when his hand slides over Draco\'s chest, he yanks his hand back and cradles it to his chest, deciding to look for them later.
\"Oh, quit whining,\" Draco throws one arm over Harry\'s lap, smirking a vicious little smirk, \"it always takes a little death to appreciate life more fully.\"
End