Darkness Returns

Darkness Returns: Chapter 1

Word Count: 1415

Disclaimer: I do not own anything Harry Potter, and I do not make any money from these writings.

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Harry sat in bed, reading.

Or, at least, pretending to be reading. Underneath the covers, he was naked, and hard.

A shadow lurked in the doorway, and Harry looked up. The man was tall, with dark brown hair wearing a pair of thin-rimmed glasses. His cock pulsed, and he set the book down on the nightstand.

Smiling, the man pulled his wand from his pocket and aimed it at Harry.

His heart quickened.

The man laughed, then moved the wand to his hair, where, with a single touch, it glowed silver. He took off the spectacles and stared straight at Harry.

“Draco,” Harry whispered. He felt aware, aware of the heat surrounding him, of the sheets against his skin, of the constant gaze of Draco, and of his beating heart and pulsing cock.

Draco shrugged off his cloak and kicked off his shoes. He came closer, taking off his belt and peeling off his socks. Harry stared at his open collar, and the thought of Draco’s muscular chest filled him with desire.

Harry slid down under the covers, stroking a hand over the comforter. He watched Draco climb onto the bed, straddling his covered body. They never broke eye contact.

Draco leaned in close, so that Harry could feel the warmth of Draco’s breath on his lips. Draco moved in closer, and Harry closed his eyes.

“I know what you want,” Draco whispered. Harry could feel the puffs of air on his ear.

“Then give it to me,” Harry moaned.

His heart was pounding now. In a single moment, any ounce of self-control he still had would be lost. Their lips touched. Draco kissed him hard, and Harry felt a jolt of energy, like a key that would open his heart and break loose his madness.

He grabbed Draco’s shirt, tearing it open, the buttons popping out over the bed. Fabric revealed skin, and Harry rose, his hands seeking more of his lover.

Draco cast the shirt aside, and Harry wrapped his arms around him, kissing his mouth, his neck, his chest, his abs. His skin had the faint taste of sweat, and it drove Harry wild to know there would be more. He licked Draco’s nipple, swirling his tongue around it, and his lover moaned, a passionate sound which drove Harry’s reason even farther from his mind.

Because he shouldn’t be doing this.

Draco’s hands massaged Harry as they kissed, gripping his shoulders, stroking his chest, kneading his butt. The hands were warm and gentle, but something in them fed the fire inside Harry. Draco slid a single finger down his crack, and Harry felt the tingling flow through his body, and his own throat gurgled forth a moan. He threw Draco backward on the bed, coming all the way out from under the covers.

Draco got that cunning smile on his face, and hooking his thumbs in his waistband, taunted Harry, slowly sliding them down. Harry wasn’t going to wait for that. He grabbed the pants and pulled and cast them aside. Finally, there was nothing come in between their bodies.

His eye caught a glimpse of a picture on the nightstand. It was his wedding picture, him and Ginny, up on the altar. He leaned over and turned it down.

Harry stared at his naked lover. Draco’s cock was beautiful, pulsing with energy. Harry knelt down and took hold of it, licking the tip. Draco shuddered and gasped, and a small drop of precum leaked from him. Harry licked it up eagerly and shoved the cock in his mouth.

It was warm and hard and tasted of sweat. Harry swirled his tongue all around it, trying to hit every inch of it. Draco stroked his hair as he worked, and that only made Harry suck harder. He licked the shaft, bit his pubes, licked his balls. Draco moaned through all of it, and the sound drove Harry wild. Smiling, he did the one thing he knew would push Draco over the edge. He slid his hand underneath and slipped a finger over his asshole.

“Oh God, Harry!”

Harry stopped. He wanted to save it for later.

Draco stared up at him, cock pulsing, chest heaving. With a look of fear and admiration on his face, he rose up, stroking Harry. His touch made Harry shiver, and Harry heard himself moaning, “Please, please.”

He fell back onto the pillows, and soon Draco’s lips circled his cock. Harry gasped. The feeling was amazing. His mouth was hot and wet, and his tongue worked like magic, making him shiver with any touch. Draco slid his cock in further, until he had the whole thing inside. The feeling of Draco’s throat was mind blowing, and he could feel the shiver and the leak, and did everything he could to keep from losing it.

Draco licked everything, his balls, his legs, his pubes, his stomach. Each touch sent sensations rippling through his body, so that he felt alive and filled with energy.

All the while he watched Draco’s butt. It was his, he knew it. He was only waiting for the magic words.

Draco stopped, and climbed up Harry’s body. Their lips soon touched again, and they wrapped their arms around each other, as tightly as possible, their bodies undulating against each other. Harry felt hot and alive and wonderful in his arms, and he never wanted to be anywhere else.

Draco leaned in close to his ear, and Harry closed his eyes.

“Fuck me.”

Harry reached for his wand on the nightstand, knocking the photograph onto the floor. Draco laid down on his side, lifting his leg to expose his hole to Harry. With a touch of the wand, Harry’s cock was slick and ready. He added an extra shield. Now was not the time for a pregnancy. He then touched it to Draco’s asshole, and shone with lube. He set the wand back on the nightstand.

Holding Draco’s leg for support, he slid his manhood inside. Draco hissed and cried out. He was warm, and tight. Slowly, he pumped, in and out.

Harry knew why they called it “the eternal dance of love”. He lost all control in the rhythmic pulsing, and all he felt was his body, his chest heaving, his heart pumping, and Draco’s. He laid down beside Draco and reached a hand over his lover, stroking his abs, playing with his nipples. The whole time Draco moaned, each sound sending shivers down Harry’s spine.

He reached up to touch Draco’s cheek and turned his lover’s face towards him. Their eyes met, and Harry pulled him closer, and they kissed. It was true ecstasy. Harry could feel every fiber of his being, from his toes to his fingertips, and every inch of skin that touched Draco. All of him tingled with energy.

The familiar feeling came to him, and he knew it was time to give it up. Draco was moaning into his lips, and Harry clutched Draco’s chest, shoving his tongue down Draco’s throat for the last throes of ecstasy.

Harry felt the shudders, crashing through him like the waves of the ocean. He felt himself scream, but the sound was muffled by Draco’s mouth. He pumped, as hard and fast as he could, so that it hurt. Each spasm called the same screams from him, and he finally felt it. He no longer owned himself. He had given, mind, body, and soul, to Draco, and he wanted none of it back.

The waves subsided, and Harry felt himself lose his stiffness. He pulled out, leaving both himself and his lover breathless. Finally, he rolled onto his back. “Come on, Draco. Let me finish you off.”

Draco got up and straddled him. Harry grabbed hold of his pulsing manhood, aiming it at his chest and face. It was hot in his hand, and he began pulling. Draco cried out and continued to moan until he screamed, and Harry felt him shudder. Semen shot forth, onto Harry’s chest, onto his lips. It was like an elixir. There were three more shots before Draco stopped screaming, and, shaking uncontrollably, lowered himself into Harry’s arms.

They kissed, a kiss of ecstasy, and a kiss of relief. Harry’s heart still pounded, but the warmth of Draco’s arms gave him comfort. Harry reached out for his wand to turn off the lights when there was a tapping at the window.

Both of them looked over. It was an owl pressed up against the glass. From the ministry.