hd365_mod (hd365_mod) wrote in hd_365, @ 2006-02-02 17:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | prompt 3: song lyrics, wook-fic |
Demons and Devils, Saviors and Saints
Original poster: wook77
Title: Demons and Devils, Saviors and Saints
Author: wook77
Pairing: H/D (of course)
Rating: R
Warnings: angst, alluded violence, flangst, h/c,
Summary: Harry hated it when Draco got like this, it meant that the demons had won for a time. Harry can’t fight Draco’s
A/N: for hd_365’s challenge of music lyrics. There are three songs in here. Two are from the Underworld Soundtrack – “Bring Me the Disco King (Loner Mix)” from David Bowie and “Rev 22:20” from Danny Lohner. The third is “You’re Beautiful” from James Blunt. Thanks mucho to my betas anael and janicechess. Any remaining mistakes are my own.
Please note that this has warnings above...
As always, I'd love to hear what you think. Concrit welcomed with open arms.
Harry hated it when Draco got like this. It hurt to watch. When the demons raged, Harry was forced to stand by and do nothing as Draco fought for his happiness, their happiness. They each had their own demons and, normally, it was an easy task to battle the demon down, forget about it. This forgetfulness, though, allowed Draco’s demon to rear up and crash over the walls that contained it.
The fear nibbled at Harry’s mind but he pressed this down below his demon. There was no time for fear as Draco lay stiff on the bed, eyes open but dead to the world. From experience, Harry knew that Draco wouldn’t awaken no matter what he did. In the past, Harry had cajoled, begged, summoned Mediwizards, poured potions and even slapped Draco’s face but none of it had helped. Draco had to fight his own demons; Harry couldn’t do it for him.
It was almost like looking at a corpse as Harry stood next to their bed. Voice shaking, Harry picked up the phone and left a message for Draco’s boss that he would not be coming in. That task done, Harry sat and brushed the hair out of Draco’s face with a gentle motion. Harry leaned down and pressed his lips to Draco’s forehead.
“I’m so sorry about this.” Harry whispered it against the skin underneath his mouth before sitting up and pointing his wand at Draco. “Legilimens!”
In the dungeons of Malfoy Manor, Draco sneered at his shadowy opponent even as the opponent cast a spell, sending him thudding against the wall. The laugh that followed sent shivers of fear racing across Harry’s skin.
Time passed as Draco slept in the depths of the Manor, caged like an animal. With no idea how much time passed, Harry stood above Draco, frenetically reaching out and brushing his hand across Draco’s hair. The echoing motion of the other time, the real time, soothed Harry a bit as it reminded him that Draco had obviously made it out of this situation alive.
When the door creaked open, Harry jumped and whirled around, putting himself between Draco and the door. Wand at the ready, Harry watched as he, himself, started to enter the room and stopped at the sight of Draco, bound and gagged, lying on the floor. Overwhelmed at both Draco’s interpretation of the memory and his own memory, Harry’s knees buckled and he sank to the floor. He watched himself cross the room with slow and methodical steps. He remembered the fear and the panic that had swamped him.
Just as in his own memory, Draco didn’t stir as Harry bent down and drifted a hand down Draco’s face.
“You promised me the ending would be clear.” The whispered words made both the memory Harry and himself shudder.
“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. Please, Draco, it’s safe now.” Draco continued to stare with unblinking eyes as the Harry in Draco’s memory dropped to the floor and engulfed Draco in his arms. The intruding Harry watched as he felt Draco’s despair.
“You’d let me know when the time was right.” Another harsh whisper and both Harrys shuddered again.
“Don’t let me know we’re divisible, Draco. Please. If you do, soon there will be nothing left of me.”
The intruding Harry felt his remembered fear, the cold hopelessness of Draco and his current heartrending anguish. The feelings wounded with lightening quick strikes of a snake as he watched himself rock Draco in his arms
“They slapped me in the dark, let me disappear.” As he spoke, Draco looked to where the voyeur Harry sat.
Suddenly, Harry was thrust out of the memory. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, wand still pointed at Draco. The difference this time was that Draco blinked as Harry gazed at his face.
“Memories that flood are like bats out of hell. My life wasn’t worth the balance or the crumpled paper it was written on.” With a broken cry, Harry engulfed Draco in his arms.
“God, Draco, don’t let me know we’re divisible. Please.” Harry pressed his nose deep into Draco’s neck as he pleaded.
“My life is brilliant, Harry. My love is pure. That day, I saw an angel, of that I’m sure.” When Draco’s hand cupped the back of Harry’s head, Harry’s breath stuttered as he tried desperately to regain control. As he’d sat there in that memory, Harry’s demons had smashed through their cell, overwhelming him when he hadn’t even been aware. The embrace was cathartic and caged the memories, the demons.
“You’re beautiful, Draco. You’re so beautiful, it’s true. There must be an angel, with a smile on her face, when she thought up that I should be with you.” The fervent words were only reinforced by the beatific smile on Harry’s face as he pulled back to stare down at Draco.
Draco’s hand shook as he reached up touch Harry’s lips. “Kiss me, Harry. Show me.” The fervent murmur finished pushing Harry’s demon down deeper than it’d been in a very long time.
Harry obeyed with a tender kiss. Awed hands threaded through hair as they worshiped one another with lips and touches. Neither could say when it happened or who did what but they were naked and touching, skin to skin.
When he realized this, Harry almost came at that moment. Instead, he broke off the kiss and mouthed “I love you” against Draco’s collarbone, his shoulder, his bicep, his wrist, his palm, his sternum, his belly button, his thigh. Looking up, Harry met Draco’s eyes, seeing the love. Time slowed and stopped as they stared and it turned into a moment that would last until the end. Draco nodded and Harry knew that he’d heard the vows of love in Harry’s head.
Nodding back, Harry licked the underside of Draco’s cock before mouthing the top. Licking back down the side, Harry shifted so that he could bring his hand up to cup Draco’s balls, feeling the weight of them in his palm. They were heavy with want but Harry continued to lick and kiss before finally sucking Draco down.
The pressure was building at the base of his spine as he pushed his hand further back until he could sink a finger into Draco’s arse. He didn’t really need much preparation but Harry still inserted two more fingers so that Draco would be fully relaxed.
When he entered Draco, it felt like coming home. Another gaze seemed to last a lifetime before Harry rocked forward. They didn’t last long once Harry moved. Neither could tell who came first, they only knew that it wasn’t the sex that was important; it was the love, that overwhelming love between them that mattered.
“Thank you.” Draco breathed against Harry’s skin where he had collapsed on top of them.
“You’re quite welcome. It was my pleasure, really.”
“You’re heavy.” When Harry started to shift, Draco tightened his grasp around Harry’s waist. “Stay. I like it.”
“Sure?” Draco nodded and Harry lay back down.
“I knew you’d open the door. I knew it.” A damp hand drifted up and back down Harry’s spine.
“I love you, you know. Devils and demons, saviors and saints, if I had to sin to see you again, then I would’ve.”
“I know.” And that was enough, for now.