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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,269
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Love me
Disclaimer: i don't own harry potter
A/N: Hey. This is just a short (hopefully disturbing) little one shot to clear my head and (I’m hoping) jumpstart my muse. Enjoy =3
Love Me
Harry bit is lip to keep from moaning. He couldn't help this feeling of pulsating desire that ran through his entire body as he watched his blood drip onto the floor. Even beyond the divine pain in his skin there was an even greater, harsher pain within him, and it was this pain that made his cock harden until he thought he might explode from lack of release.
"Enjoying yourself?" a masculine voice hissed in his ear. Harry nodded, the action automatic. "Want more?" the sadistic voice asked and again Harry could do no more than nod.
There was a deep throated laugh that made Harry's skin prickle in anticipation.
"D...Dray!" Harry gasped.
"Beg, Pet, beg for it," Draco Malfoy commanded.
Harry whimpered, and then he begged. He gasped out pleading little cries for release, for pain, and finally for love.
At the last Draco struck Harry hard across the face. The action was agony to the raven-haired boy as blood filled his mouth. It wasn't the blood in his mouth, or on his skin, or even the pain from the strike that finally brought Harry to scream. It was the sudden harsh whisper in his ear.
With a final scream of pure ecstasy Harry came.
~~~~~~~~
Draco tilted his head to the side and watched his pet pass out. After a moment he sighed and used his earlier discarded wand to release Harry from the shackles in the ceiling. Draco caught Potter before he hit the ground and proceeded to carry the Ex-Gryffindore out of the dungeon room.
When he reached the room he desired Draco lay Harry out on the bed and studied his prone body. His Pet's skin was pale, almost as pale as Draco's. The blood that was streaming from the cuts across his body seemed far too bright in the fire glow and Draco quickly removed all traces with a wave of his wand.
He cast a blood replenishing charm then moved towards the bed. He had taken Harry in a year after they had graduated. It had been out of pity to begin with, after Harry's defeat of Voldemort he had been scorned by most of the wizarding world. It had not been because of his sexuality as had been the case for Draco, or the fact that he had murdered someone. No, people had scorned the Great-Harry-Bloody-Potter because some little ninny had accused him of drinking her blood.
Draco was still unsure if the story was true or not, after all, Harry did love blood. However the sexual fetish was mistaken as vampirism and Potter had been shunned.
Draco, being the kind and caring person he was, had taken the golden boy in when even Granger had refused to trust him.
After a weak at the manor Draco had decided he needed something in return. He had to smile at the memory. He had entered Harry's room near midnight, intent on ravishing the Gryffindor, but Harry had woken up. When Draco was half onto of him Harry had sat up, flipped them and kissed Draco so hard Draco could still feel it.
It had taken another few weeks to discern precisely what their relationship was and Draco had to admit that he was perfectly content with what they had decided upon.
Harry was as masochistic as they came. And with Draco being a decent enough sadist it soon became apparent that Harry served best in the manor in the place of Draco's "pet".
Draco grinned and turned his head so his nose was against Harry's torso. It always amazed him how easy it was to make Harry come. He used knives and whips and pins and teeth on the man and in the end it was those two tiny words that made his pet come. Always those two words.
Draco closed his eyes and breathed deeply.
"Are you sleeping?"
With a start Draco opened his eyes and glanced up to see Harry staring down at him. "Obviously not," he said.
Harry grinned. "Good," he whispered and leaned forward to kiss him. Draco melted into the kiss. There was nothing so sweet as Harry Potter's mouth.
~~~~~
No matter how good the torture was, or how hard he came, he was never satisfied without this. This feeling of Dray's body against his.
Harry slid his hands down to cup his Master's ass. The muscles flexed under his fingers and Harry gave in as Draco rolled them so he was on top.
It was hardly seconds before Harry's legs were pushed up to rest over Draco's shoulders, his ass bare to the room's warm air. Without warning or preparation Draco slammed into him. Harry screamed with pleasure as his prostate was stuck and his insides torn.
"Move...gods move," Harry sobbed. His eyes were closed and he felt cool fingers pry them open.
"Watch," his Master commanded. Harry watched. Draco held his cock still within him as he leaned his head to the side and sunk his teeth into Harry's leg, just above the knee.
The keening wail that filled the room must be him. But now Draco was slamming into him so hard it hurt yet it felt so good and he could see the blood running down his own leg and dripping from Dray's parted lips onto his stomach.
"P...plea...se," Harry gasped, trying to speak yet it was so hard when his body was so tight and he could feel everything at once.
"Please...what?" Dray ground out between clenched teeth, the only sign he gave of his own struggle to contain his passion.
"S...say....SAY IT!" Harry screamed.
The words, so tiny yet so beautiful, they drove them over the edge of thought, of pleasure, even of being, and into what must be heaven for it felt to good to be hell.
"Love you."
END
A/N: Hey. This is just a short (hopefully disturbing) little one shot to clear my head and (I’m hoping) jumpstart my muse. Enjoy =3
Love Me
Harry bit is lip to keep from moaning. He couldn't help this feeling of pulsating desire that ran through his entire body as he watched his blood drip onto the floor. Even beyond the divine pain in his skin there was an even greater, harsher pain within him, and it was this pain that made his cock harden until he thought he might explode from lack of release.
"Enjoying yourself?" a masculine voice hissed in his ear. Harry nodded, the action automatic. "Want more?" the sadistic voice asked and again Harry could do no more than nod.
There was a deep throated laugh that made Harry's skin prickle in anticipation.
"D...Dray!" Harry gasped.
"Beg, Pet, beg for it," Draco Malfoy commanded.
Harry whimpered, and then he begged. He gasped out pleading little cries for release, for pain, and finally for love.
At the last Draco struck Harry hard across the face. The action was agony to the raven-haired boy as blood filled his mouth. It wasn't the blood in his mouth, or on his skin, or even the pain from the strike that finally brought Harry to scream. It was the sudden harsh whisper in his ear.
With a final scream of pure ecstasy Harry came.
~~~~~~~~
Draco tilted his head to the side and watched his pet pass out. After a moment he sighed and used his earlier discarded wand to release Harry from the shackles in the ceiling. Draco caught Potter before he hit the ground and proceeded to carry the Ex-Gryffindore out of the dungeon room.
When he reached the room he desired Draco lay Harry out on the bed and studied his prone body. His Pet's skin was pale, almost as pale as Draco's. The blood that was streaming from the cuts across his body seemed far too bright in the fire glow and Draco quickly removed all traces with a wave of his wand.
He cast a blood replenishing charm then moved towards the bed. He had taken Harry in a year after they had graduated. It had been out of pity to begin with, after Harry's defeat of Voldemort he had been scorned by most of the wizarding world. It had not been because of his sexuality as had been the case for Draco, or the fact that he had murdered someone. No, people had scorned the Great-Harry-Bloody-Potter because some little ninny had accused him of drinking her blood.
Draco was still unsure if the story was true or not, after all, Harry did love blood. However the sexual fetish was mistaken as vampirism and Potter had been shunned.
Draco, being the kind and caring person he was, had taken the golden boy in when even Granger had refused to trust him.
After a weak at the manor Draco had decided he needed something in return. He had to smile at the memory. He had entered Harry's room near midnight, intent on ravishing the Gryffindor, but Harry had woken up. When Draco was half onto of him Harry had sat up, flipped them and kissed Draco so hard Draco could still feel it.
It had taken another few weeks to discern precisely what their relationship was and Draco had to admit that he was perfectly content with what they had decided upon.
Harry was as masochistic as they came. And with Draco being a decent enough sadist it soon became apparent that Harry served best in the manor in the place of Draco's "pet".
Draco grinned and turned his head so his nose was against Harry's torso. It always amazed him how easy it was to make Harry come. He used knives and whips and pins and teeth on the man and in the end it was those two tiny words that made his pet come. Always those two words.
Draco closed his eyes and breathed deeply.
"Are you sleeping?"
With a start Draco opened his eyes and glanced up to see Harry staring down at him. "Obviously not," he said.
Harry grinned. "Good," he whispered and leaned forward to kiss him. Draco melted into the kiss. There was nothing so sweet as Harry Potter's mouth.
~~~~~
No matter how good the torture was, or how hard he came, he was never satisfied without this. This feeling of Dray's body against his.
Harry slid his hands down to cup his Master's ass. The muscles flexed under his fingers and Harry gave in as Draco rolled them so he was on top.
It was hardly seconds before Harry's legs were pushed up to rest over Draco's shoulders, his ass bare to the room's warm air. Without warning or preparation Draco slammed into him. Harry screamed with pleasure as his prostate was stuck and his insides torn.
"Move...gods move," Harry sobbed. His eyes were closed and he felt cool fingers pry them open.
"Watch," his Master commanded. Harry watched. Draco held his cock still within him as he leaned his head to the side and sunk his teeth into Harry's leg, just above the knee.
The keening wail that filled the room must be him. But now Draco was slamming into him so hard it hurt yet it felt so good and he could see the blood running down his own leg and dripping from Dray's parted lips onto his stomach.
"P...plea...se," Harry gasped, trying to speak yet it was so hard when his body was so tight and he could feel everything at once.
"Please...what?" Dray ground out between clenched teeth, the only sign he gave of his own struggle to contain his passion.
"S...say....SAY IT!" Harry screamed.
The words, so tiny yet so beautiful, they drove them over the edge of thought, of pleasure, even of being, and into what must be heaven for it felt to good to be hell.
"Love you."
END