Contagio

Title: Contagio
Author: Anukk
Pairing: Harry/Tom
Rating: R
Beta: By Passo. Thanks bunches, Sis :-))
Special Notices: Drabble for the \"Metamorphosis\"-Challenge at HxT and narrated from Harry´s POV. “Contagio\" - Latin for \"Touch\"


Contagio


Suddenly, I felt my heart stop with shock as the pathetic, hooded figure moved towards me. It´s hand—thin and furrowed by age and experience—snaked out of its sleeve and beckoned. I almost forgot how to breath while i stared at those pale fingers, reaching for me.

\"Come with me\". The dark-robed specter emphasized the gesture with a low whispering voice, challenging me to either turn away from this being and run for dear life or give in and feel the deep old life-lines of the offered hand that patiently waited, hovering in front of me.

Every nerve in my body seemed to scream at me; begging me to run like hell and leave this place and the hooded monster in front of me to save what was left of my life and soul.

Hesitantly, I took a step backwards to increase the space between the offered hand and myself.

I felt bitter coldness seep from my opposite, my enemy, seemingly trying to reach me and suck me dry.
I took a second step, tripped over a body – a late victim of the two-year wizard’s-war – and fell towards the ground.

Right before I would’ve hit it, I was hastily grabbed by my left arm and was gently lifted up to a safe position.

I stared at the hand that still rested on my upper arm, soothingly stroking it with elegant fingers wrapped in creamy skin...so very different from the white and bony hands I saw moments before.

I stared in wonder at the delicate wrist, as it was slowly revealed by the shifting dark robe. My gaze followed the path of the black fabric as it was pulled off more and more. Before my watching eyes, grey and limp skin transformed into young, firm forms, the vision utterly fascinating me.

My gaze wandered from strong and healthy arms over to a lightly tanned and shimmering chest towards narrow hips and slender thighs - their center now was exposed as well like the rest of his body.

He stood there like an illusion, surrounded by the most horrible of all scenarios, the battlefield forming a dark pool beneath his feet and melting with the forgotten black fabric that once hid the perfection of his appearance. He raised his left hand to cup my chin and I was forced to meet his gaze.

Brilliant green orbs stared me down and I was able to detect the last red sparkle that disappeared into the depth of the man´s pupils.

Then it was gone, and with it, my last remainders of reason withered away.

Before I forgot myself completely, I felt my hands touch the softness that was him, urgently, eagerly exploring graceful curves and craving them after years of rough life and war. I ignored the weak and nauseating feelings that suddenly took hold of my body. After all, sleep had been a stranger for more than a few months, and I had gotten used to it.

The boy let it happen and encouraged me even more by taking one of my hands and directing it towards his most intimate part.

I watched my dirty, brown hand start to tenderly massage his milky flesh, while I felt as filthy and broken as my fingernails.

But after causing him to moan hungrily,I decided to speed up my pace.
Soon his naked body shivered against my robed form, his fingers clawing brutally into my shoulders, when climax neared.

I could hear the fabric of my dirty robes rip under his hard touch and felt the cold air of the night brush against my bare neck and shoulder.

As soon as he took first taste of me with his tongue, the boy’s climax hit him hard letting him come all over my still-moving hand.

I was breathing heavily and felt so exhausted that I let him push me back onto the muddy ground without complaining.

Strange, I wasn’t repelled to lie beside a long-dead, dirty corpse, while the boy slowly pushed up my ripped robes to take me; long and wholly. One would think that my gasps and screams would’ve woken the dead, but no movement came from the dead body that was the only witness to our lovemaking.

I was blinded with pleasure, and after he brought me over the edge, my body felt limp and used, almost unable to continue to fill my lungs with oxygen. I tried to stand and gain control over my body once more, but panicked after realizing that this wasn’t possible for me any longer.

I was consumed by sheer fear when the boy who still covered most of me started to chuckle lightly, smirking at my useless attempts to free myself from the mud.

My throat felt like old parchment, making it impossible to swallow, my body dried up while he calmly watched my struggle with a satisfied grin on his face.

My last breaths sounded like the ones from a pathetic animal, holding on for dear life, as I watched him turn around the dirty corpse that lay beside me.

Dead, red eyes bore into mine.

With a strangled cry, I gave my last strength to the skilled and snake-like moves of the boy.
He had left his past and now possessed my future.


-End