Possession
Possession
“Jesus, Draco, how many times has it been now?” Harry sighed as the now fully-dressed blond entered the living room, his lover having just left.
Draco just looked down at the floor, knowing there was nothing he could do that would absolve his guilt.
“Am I not enough for you? Is there something I’m doing wrong?” Harry continued, emerald eyes swirling with pained rage.
“No!” Draco shouted helplessly, “God no, Harry, I love you-“
“Well then what the fuck happened to our vows? Our bond, y’know, those promises we made three years ago to be faithful to each other? Our bloody commitment?”
“God Harry, I’m sorry!” Draco tried to sound sincere, but it came out more angry than anything. Harry’s anger was fueling the fire inside Draco, resurrecting the old rivalry that had both torn them apart and brought them together. “I love you, I swear, but you know how weak I am when it comes to other men! My libido’s off the charts!”
Rough, callused hands threw the slender blond into the wall. “So I can’t satisfy you?” Harry screamed. Draco gasped, startled by the sudden impact. Harry’s words were heated, vicious and seething like venom from his lips.
“Maybe I like a little…variety,” Draco whispered, stoking the fire.
“Then I’ll use a fucking polyjuice potion if I have to!” Harry had Draco’s wrists in a vicegrip, refusing to let go. The fury, the passion and the pure, unadulterated rage emanating from his lover sent Draco’s blood into a frenzy until it reached his cock, still half-hard from his incomplete tryst with Blaise.
“Just because we’re married doesn’t mean you fucking own me, arsehole,” said Draco, breath hot with carefully malicious words.
“Is that what you think?” Harry pressed closer, and Draco could tell that his resolve was faltering. A slight twitch of the hips proved his point; Harry was just as hard as he was. “You. Are. Mine.”
Draco pushed against Harry’s grip on his wrists, so close to kissing him. “Prove it, bitch.”
Harry’s movements were so fast then that Draco hadn’t even had time to blink before he was naked, arms magically bound together behind his back as Harry grinned.
Holy shit, Draco thought as he swallowed, a wave of nervous pleasure cascading down his spine. I’ve never seen him get so… worked up. Draco had never been harder in his life.
“First of all,” Harry murmured as he turned his lover around, pressing his fully clothed erection into Draco’s naked backside, “You deserve to be punished for acting like such a selfish, inconsiderate prick.”
And punish Harry did, letting his open hand unleash of volley of smacks upon Draco’s arse, completely unforgiving. Draco didn’t hold back; he screamed in a mixture of pleasure and pain, nearly collapsing on himself.
After a while Harry’s growing need distracted him from the hatred he’d tried to feel for Draco, his thrashes getting weak against Draco’s reddened arse.
Don’t let up, Harry told himself, He’s fucking around with other guys like you don’t exist. Make him yours.
Harry panted into Draco’s ear, forcing himself not to touch the other man’s erection because he will not get off until I say he can. “Get on the bed so I can fuck you the way you ought to be fucked.”
Draco hastily obeyed, watching as Harry tore off his own clothes and loomed over him.
“All fours, Draco. I’ll unbind you, but only if you promise not to disobey me.”
“Y-yes sir,” Draco stuttered, amazed at how easily his resolve was shattered. His hands were freed from the spell, and he immediately positioned himself as Harry instructed, gripping the sheets that still smelled faintly like Blaise.
Draco suddenly felt himself stretching and getting slicker, and realized that Harry was using a lubrication spell. There would be no foreplay, no sweet words tonight. This was all business.
And without so much as a warning, Harry was inside him. The pain was unbearable, but he deserved it.
“Oh-oh God, Harry…” It hurts, it hurts, I’m sorry…
Draco wondered how long his arms could support him as Harry began to move, a little too rough but not enough to do serious damage.
“You belong to me,” moaned Harry as his fingernails left searing trails down Draco’s back, shivering because he was so hot, so tight, so his.
“Yes…” the blond gasped.
“And you’ll never fuck another man again, will you?”
“That I can’t promise…” Still playing that old game.
Harry lashed out, one hand gripping a fistful of Draco’s hair, the other digging into his hip.
“Draco Malfoy…”
“Ahh! I… I promise, Harry…” Guess I can’t defy him any more…
“That’s what I thought.” There was a hint of forgiveness in Harry’s voice that time. Maybe it was because the intensity of their lovemaking left him quivering inside; maybe it was because he knew that Draco could never fuck another man without imagining a scar and a pair of piercing green eyes.
When Harry finally reached Draco’s prostate, they were both on the verge of something exquisite. The pleasure bubbling inside Draco was almost too much, and yet not enough.
“H-harry, touch me, please…” Just a little more…
Harry wanted to tease Draco until he could no longer hold himself up, force him to come on his command, make him scream for all the pain he’d caused in their relationship…
But the air was drenched with desire, and Harry was losing control.
He grabbed the other man’s aching need and tried as hard as he could to match his thrusts with the movements of his hand, but there was no use for perfection now.
Harry came, whispering and mumbling and screaming nonsense but Draco understood. He rode out his orgasm until Draco’s followed, hot and slick and absolute.
They collapsed somewhere amid the stars and sighs of their afterglow. They lay crumpled in the sheets, panting like they’d just ran from Hogwarts to Malfoy Manor in under a minute. Smoldering green met hazy grey. Draco smiled.
“I love you, and don’t ever think that another bloke’s gonna take your place just because my dick has no common sense.”
Harry laughed tiredly, drawing Draco closer into his embrace. “I love you too, you stupid fucker.” He lingered in the scent of vanilla and submission before continuing, “But Jesus Christ, do make me angry more often.”
“The Weasel next, then?”
-fin-