Valley of the Sun

A/N: Hmm, this is odd... no more writing in the disclaimer here. Anyway! THis fic is the third in what I've decided to call City (e)Scapes series. If you haven't already, go read Welcome to Paradise and London Calling. It's all dom!Harry for those interested, not that it really matters. I'm considering writing a fourth installment if enough people want it :)


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Draco peered out the window of the car as palm trees and high rises whooshed past. He watched as a few teenage girls walked down the street, hands full of bags from designer stores.

Draco sat back and turned to his left where Harry sat, looking at him with an amused smile on his face.

"Where are we going?" Draco asked.

"The Phoenix Plaza," Harry replied.

Draco nodded slowly and looked back out the window. He was silent as the driver took a right and turned onto another long, palm tree laden street.

They were in Phoenix, Arizona for the weekend. They had been sent by Lucius for a business meeting with the Westcor Shopping Centers, a prominent chain of malls that ran through Phoenix. Lucius was angling to get one of his stores into the malls there, for "greater business potential," he said. He had finally come around to the idea of expanding his market into America, through Harry's persuasion.

Draco glanced over at Harry and smiled. It had been a little over two months since he had moved to America with Harry. Since then, he and Harry had gotten an apartment together while Harry continued with school, and Draco worked for his father's company.

Harry had been inadvertently hired by Lucius to work for the company as well, so on his off time from school, he accompanied Draco to meetings and helped with the plans for opening stores in America.

So far, they'd had several successful meetings and had been able to procure a fair number of contracts. This weekend was the big one, though. If they managed to get the contract with Westcor, they would get a place in over 20 different locations within one city-area (Phoenix was more of a plethora of cities meshed together).

Draco wouldn't admit it, but he was nervous about the meeting. He had never liked this part. He was better at organizing the finalized papers rather than presenting the proposal. That was one reason he was very glad to have Harry with him.

He sighed and looked out the window again, watching the tall buildings flash past. He hadn't been around the country much since arriving and it was all very new. He'd seen some very curious plants since their arrival that morning.

He was surprised to find that Phoenix looked much like Los Angeles, in respect to the palm trees that grew everywhere. It was much hotter, though, than Draco had ever imagined possible. He had nearly died the first time he'd stepped out on the balcony of the hotel.

Draco was startled as the car pulled into a large parking lot and parked. As he got out, he noticed many expensive cars lined the lot. The building in front of him had to be at least 20 stories high. Its long windows reflected the bright sun, reflecting it back toward the city.

"Come on, Drake," Harry said, tugging on his arm. "It's too hot out here."

Draco hadn't noticed it at first, after coming from the freezing air-conditioned cold, but now he realized that it was scalding hot in the sun. He would have thought that since it was nearly October, it might be a little cooler.

He and Harry walked into the shade of the building and in the double glass doors. Harry made for the elevator but Draco pulled him back and into a corner.

Harry gave him a questioning look. "What?"

"Let's not do this," Draco said suddenly.

"What?"

"Come on, Harry," Draco said, moving seductively closer and hooking a finger under Harry's tie. "Think about it. We could go back to the hotel where they have that nice--" he kissed Harry softly, "--cool--" another kiss, "--shower." He kissed Harry again, pulling him closer.

"Mmm," Harry murmured softly as Draco pressed another kiss to his lips. "Your father would kill you."

"So?" Draco asked innocently, sliding his hand down Harry's arm. "We could just tell him they didn't go for it."

"Mhmm," Harry replied quietly, feeling Draco's touches become more subtle. Suddenly, though, he grabbed him and moved him back. "You just don't want to present."

Draco let out an exasperated sigh. "I hate that part!"

Harry laughed and smiled at Draco. "You just let me do the talking."

"Don't I always?"

Harry laughed again and leaned in, giving Draco a reassuring kiss. He pulled back and glanced at his watch. "Oh, shit, we're gonna be late."

Draco followed Harry hesitantly to the elevator where they waited for a few minutes until the silver doors slid open. Pressing the 13th floor button, they stood back and waited.

Draco could feel his nerves mounting. Normally, he wasn't so nervous, but he knew this was a big opportunity for the company; the company he would inherit from Lucius. It was important that he keep it in good standing, and the more stores they could open in large cities, the better.

Finally, the doors slid open and they walked out together. Draco took a breath and told himself to get it together. Looking around, he saw the secretary's desk. He beckoned to Harry and strode confidently up to the desk.

"Hello," he greeted the young woman at the desk. "My name is Draco Malfoy and this is my associate, Harry Potter. We have an appointment with John Keller today at three."

The woman glanced up and her eyes widened as she saw Draco and Harry. Draco could barely hide the smirk as the woman blushed. "I--um, yes, Mr. Malfoy," she stuttered, clearly shaken by them.

Draco glanced at Harry and raised an eyebrow. Harry quickly stifled his laugh, not wanting to embarrass the poor girl anymore. She was clearly taken with both of them, Draco in particular because of his accent.

"Mr. Keller," the girl said, pressing down the intercom button. "Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Potter are here to see you."

"Thank you, Parvati," came a male voice through the little silver box.

"He'll see you now," Parvati said, determinedly not looking at them. She rose from her seat and self-consciously smoothed down her skirt. She walked behind her desk and opened a large, oak door for them.

Draco gave her smoldering smile as he walked by, and she blushed once more. Once Harry had entered as well, she left rather quickly. Harry nudged Draco in the side and gave him a displeased look. "Don't encourage her."

"Why not?" Draco asked, smirking. "It was fun."

Harry rolled his eyes and was about to reply when a door across the room opened and a man came in the room. He was tall and older, maybe in his late-thirties. He smiled at them and approached with his hand outstretched. "Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy, I'm John Keller. So glad you could make it."

"It was our pleasure, sir," Harry said swiftly as they shook hands.

"Sit, sit," John advised them, gesturing to two chairs that sat in front of a large, wooden desk. Behind the desk was another chair and on the adjacent wall, a large window stretched across, allowing the afternoon sun to stream into the room.

When John had taken his seat, he turned to Draco and Harry. "So, boys," he addressed them, "What are we here to discuss?"

Harry smiled graciously at the man across from him and Draco settled back to watch. He knew Harry was excellent at negotiations.

"Well, Mr. Keller," Harry said, "As you know, Malfoy Industries has been looking to expand their market to reach more people. It is an important step to place their shops in certain reputable locations. We feel that your establishments are just the kind of place that Les Monstres would be comfortable."

John was silent for a moment as he mulled over Harry's words. "And what makes you sure your stores are quite the thing Phoenix is looking for? The customers are very varied here."

"Mr. Keller, Les Monstres is a fashionable company, direct from London and Paris. Surely your customers deserve the best? And what is the best if not well-made, fashion forward, interestingly unique, and exceedingly well-priced?"

"London and Paris is all well and good," John commended, "but we Phoenicians tend to have our own style. How do you know your stores would be successful? Westcor has a reputation to keep up."

"Of course, sir," Harry said swiftly. He stood up and walked over to the window for a moment, gazing down at the street below where BMW's and Jaguars zoomed past, along with the occasionally junker car. He turned back to John, smiling. "At Malfoy Industries, we are constantly doing research for each place we open new stores. We are not satisfied to use the same styles over and over. We are dedicated to learning more about our consumer than anything. Without the consumers, what good is the company?" Harry moved forward, looking seriously at John as he spoke. "We look on it as our duty to find out what each consumer in each town we have stores wants. Malfoy Industries is very adept at flexing to adopt changes."

John sat back in his chair, looking thoughtful. He glanced at Draco, who merely smiled at him.

Draco could see the man contemplating Harry's argument. Draco had to admit that Harry could be very persuasive when he wanted to be. He knew that if John let Harry go on any longer, all hope would be lost to refuse the proposal.

Finally, John leaned forward. "Well, you present a very convincing argument, Mr. Potter," he said, standing up. Draco also rose to stand beside Harry. "I will have to confer with my colleagues first before I can give you a definite decision, but you will know soon."

He held out his hand again and shook Harry and Draco's hands once more.

"Thank you, sir," Draco thanked him, knowing he had to say something. He was, after all, to be the new face of the company.

John led them out and wished them goodbye at the door, waving as they walked to the elevator. They heard the door shut behind them, and Draco let out a sigh.

"I'm glad that's over," he said darkly, and Harry laughed.

"It wasn't that bad," he said consolingly. He smiled at Parvati as they passed, and she blushed once more and buried her face behind a stack of papers.

"Don't encourage her," Draco mocked as they reached the elevators.

Harry just grinned and grabbed Draco's hand, glancing covertly back to see Parvati's eyes widen and she blushed even harder, quickly turning away. Harry said nothing but smirked the rest of the time down the elevator and out to the car.

Once in the car, they directed the driver to take them back to the hotel. Harry reached over and pulled Draco closer as they zoomed down the surface streets and onto the highway. "So, Draco, how did I do?" he asked, running his hands down to Draco's waist and tugging the white shirt out from his pants.

"Very well, as always," Draco replied smoothly, running a hand up Harry's chest and loosening the red tie. He slid his hands around Harry’s neck and he leaned in slowly, capturing Harry’s lips in a smoldering kiss.

Harry groaned appreciatively and slipped his hands under Draco’s shirt, running them over his pale, smooth skin. He pulled Draco closer, into his lap.

Draco pressed his body closer as his tongue thrust into Harry’s mouth, licking and tasting all of the dark-haired boy. He pulled away only for a second to whisper in Harry’s mouth, “I want you to fuck me.”

Harry grinned possessively and pulled Draco into another bruising kiss. He slipped his hand around Draco’s neck and held him in the kiss as the car rumbled down the highway, finally exiting and heading underneath an underpass.

Draco was lost in the sensation of Harry’s tongue as the car pulled to a slow stop in front of a lavish hotel. He groaned quietly as Harry’s hands snaked under his shirt once more, running over his washboard stomach.

They jerked apart, though, as the door was thrown open and bright sunlight and heat streamed in. The driver stood, carefully ignoring the scene within.

Draco sighed but climbed off Harry reluctantly. He hurried to the overhang of the hotel, not wanting to stay in the heat any longer than necessary. Harry lingered to thank the driver and give him a tip. Then he joined Draco and they went inside.

Draco grabbed Harry’s hand and pulled him through the Atrium, past the glass fountain and the tree that grew upwards from the middle of the room.

They waited impatiently for the elevator and could barely contain themselves as they rumbled upward, accompanied by an elderly couple. They left them in the elevator at the sixth floor and made their way to their room.

The minute the door was shut behind them, Harry dragged Draco to the bed and pushed him down on it.

Draco grinned up at him. “Fuck me, Harry,” he ordered him, enjoying his position.

He could see the effect his words were taking as Harry’s green eyes darkened a shade in their lust. Harry growled and pushed Draco down on the bed, his hands immediately going for the buttons on Draco’s trousers, undoing them quickly, his hands fumbling only slightly in his haste.

Draco arched his body off the bed as the pants were forcefully tugged down and thrown aside. He had been waiting all day for this.

Before he knew it, his shirt was gone as well, having joined his pants in a pile on the floor. He shivered as Harry’s hands skimmed up his body, flittering over his sides and chest.

Harry licked his lips as he stared down at Draco, spread wantonly before him, naked and hard. He leaned in and kissed Draco again, pushing his tongue into the hot caverns of Draco’s mouth.

Draco’s hands came up and fumbled with the buttons on Harry’s shirt, eventually giving up and tearing the cotton material, tearing it off Harry’s shoulders. Harry groaned into Draco’s mouth as Draco’s hands pushed the shirt off.

“Fuck, Draco,” Harry murmured into Draco’s mouth.

Draco groaned and pressed his lips harder against Harry’s, wanting more. Their tongues melted together and teeth clashed, spurring the kiss to new levels.

Harry reluctantly pulled out of the kiss, ignoring Draco’s noise of loss. He licked a path down Draco’s neck, savoring the softness of the skin. He nibbled and licked the pale flesh as he traveled further south.

He reached Draco’s chest and sucked reverently on Draco’s nipple, swirling his tongue over the hardened nub. He could feel Draco writhing under his tongue and he couldn’t deny the affect it was having on his own body.

He was already excruciatingly hard, and he could feel Draco’s leaking erection rubbing persistently against his stomach, smearing it with pre-come.

Harry couldn’t take it much longer, so he abandoned Draco’s nipple and reached over the side of the bed to his bag that lay on the floor. Fishing around in it, he came up with a condom and lube.

He moved up and gave Draco another kiss, pouring all his emotions into it. Draco’s arms wrapped around Harry’s neck and pulled him closer, feeling his cock jump as it rubbed against Harry’s.

“Harry,” Draco whispered into Harry’s mouth, “fuck me, now.”

Harry had absolutely no qualms with that argument and quickly pulled away, grabbing the lube and squeezing some into his hand. He spread it over his cock and fingers, moaning slightly at his own touch.

Draco watched through glazed eyes as Harry touched himself. He was literally shaking with anticipation as Harry removed his hand from his cock and positioned Draco’s legs over his shoulders.

Harry slid his fingers, one by one until three fingers were sheathed within Draco’s tight entrance. He pumped slowly, brushing in deeper and against the bundle of nerves that sent a jolt through Draco’s body.

Draco gasped as Harry removed the fingers, only to replace them with his throbbing cock. He held his breath as Harry pushed through the muscles and into his body.

Harry clenched his teeth as Draco’s hot, tight muscles engulfed his cock. He pulled back and slid back in, feeling a wave of heat over take his body.

“Faster—“ Draco gasped, reaching out and grabbing Harry’s arm, his nails digging into the skin as Harry slammed back into his body.

Harry thrust into Draco, feeling the heat wash over his body with each connection of their hips. He could feel Draco’s muscles tightening with every movement. He knew he wouldn’t be able to hold on too long at this rate.

“Harry—” Draco panted, his fingernails digging into Harry’s arm as ripples of pleasure swept through his body at every thrust of Harry’s cock deeper inside him. “Fuck, Harry!”

Harry heard Draco’s cries and slammed harder into Draco, his cock pressing past the hot muscles and brushing against Draco’s prostate. As he pushed back in, Harry heard Draco give a low moan and he nearly lost it. He bit down on his lip to stop himself from coming as he continued to thrust into Draco.

He leaned forward and kissed Draco hard. “I love you,” he panted against his lips.

Draco was far too distracted to think clearly at the moment, lost in pleasure as he came suddenly, a blinding climax washing over him. Yelling Harry’s name, he shot his seed, staining the sheets and covering Harry’s chest.

As Draco came, Harry felt himself lose it as well, the tight muscles contracting around his cock and sending a wave of heat tingling through his body and it wasn’t long before he was filling the blonde boy with his seed. He was breathing hard as he came down from his climax and collapsed on the bed next to him.

Harry lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, secretly horrified. What had he said? He hadn’t meant to say it.

Finally, he glanced over at Draco, only to find that he had fallen asleep. He sighed, wondering if Draco had really heard him.

He got up from the bed carefully, making sure not to wake up Draco, to get something to clean up with. Grabbing a towel from the bathroom, he came back and wiped up the sheets, then went to take a shower.

When he finished, he came back to the bed. Draco was still asleep, lying on the bed and looking perfectly innocent.

Harry smiled and crawled into bed, wrapping his arms around Draco and falling asleep as well.

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Draco lay in the bed, feeling a hot, moist mouth engulfing his cock. He moaned quietly, wishing the dream didn’t have to end. He sucked in a breath as a tongue swiped over the head of his member.

“Nggnnn, Harry,” he murmured, wanting the dream to go on forever.

Slowly, the warm, sleepy feeling left him, but the mouth on his cock didn’t. He opened his eyes slowly and looked down to find Harry sucking him off.

He groaned louder at the sight and couldn’t help as he thrust into the raven-haired boy’s talented mouth.

Harry swirled his tongue over Draco’s hard member, sucking hard. He knew the perfect way to wake up his boyfriend.

Just then, the phone rang. Draco groaned and looked over at it, knowing he had to pick it up.

“Don’,” Harry said around Draco’s cock, sending vibrations all along it.

Draco sucked in a breath at the sensation but ignored him. “I have—to,” he gasped as Harry’s tongue swiped over the head of his leaking cock. He flipped open the cell as it rang again. “Draco—Malfoy,” he answered it, giving Harry a reproachful glare.

Harry merely gave an awkward shrug and continued his task.

“Uh huh,” Draco said, giving short answers. “Yeah, that’s—great. No, I’m fine, thanks. Wonderful. I’ll call you later, shall—I?”

After a few broken pleasantries, Draco hung up the phone and threw it to the side, tossing his head back on the pillow. “Fuck, Harry—“ he gasped, “Did you have—”

“Yes,” was Harry’s muffled reply.

Draco groaned again but it was cut off as he felt his climax explode, and he came hard, shooting down Harry’s throat.

Harry swallowed it all and came up to Draco’s level, licking his lips seductively. He leaned in and kissed Draco softly, letting him taste himself. “Morning,” he murmured when he pulled away.

“And what a wonderful way to start the day,” Draco replied, smirking at Harry before pulling him into another kiss.

“Who was on the phone?” Harry asked.

“John Keller.”

“And?” Harry asked, looking at Draco questioningly.

“And we got it,” Draco replied, smirking.

“That’s so great, Draco,” Harry breathed, pulling Draco closer to him.

Draco sighed contentedly. “And Harry.”

“Yeah?”

“I love you too.”


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A/N: Please review!

EDIT: Okay, I say I don't write for reviews, which is true considering I can manage to write entire fics without posting a single chapter, so reviews are just your way of telling me you liked what I wrote. When people don't review, I wonder what went wrong. If nothing did, then why isn't anyone reviewing? I suppose they're lazy. Yeah, but it's really not that hard to press a button and write a few words. How am I supposed to know what you're thinking? I can't perform Occlumency, if that's what you're thinking. Boy do I wish I could... I would do so much better one tests... One review. Is that too mcuh? Okay, enough with my lecture on proper reviewing techniques. :)