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Entry tags: | jae-fic, prompt 5: fire |
Dreams of Fire
Original poster: enchanted_jae
Title: Dreams of Fire
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: D/H
Rating: R
Warning(s): Vague smut
Teaser: Draco started out with soft kisses and slow caresses, but Harry was in no mood for soft and slow.
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Author's note: Written for the fire prompt. This story follows Fire by rurounihime.
Summary: After narrowly escaping death, Harry wants to reaffirm life in the most basic way.
He dreams of fire...
The heat, the flames, the burn.
He's surrounded by fire. Trapped.
The smoke is acrid in his lungs. It singes his nostrils. Breathing, once an unconscious function, is now difficult. Laborious.
He's searching for something, but he doesn't know which way to turn. And it's killing him more surely than the fire is...
Harry awoke with a start. A small sound had disturbed his dreamless slumber...one of distress. He frowned, trying to shake free of the vestiges of sleep. Another slight whimper, and he turned his head to the left. Draco was there, asleep in a chair by the bed, his neck at an uncomfortable looking angle and his eyes darting beneath his lids as he dreamed. Only, judging by his expression and the occasional sound he made, he was having more of a nightmare than a dream.
Harry opened his mouth to speak, but nothing emerged from his raw throat. He tried again. "Draco," he croaked.
The sound of his name jerked Draco abruptly from the depths, and he jolted awake. He was disoriented for a moment, until his eyes fell on Harry, and the events of the previous day returned to him in a rush.
"Harry!" cried Draco, and he was on his knees at Harry's side instantly. Fingertips reached out tentatively to stroke his cheek, and there was a sheen of moisture in his lover's silvery eyes.
"Where am I?" asked Harry, voice still rough from smoke inhalation. "What happened?"
"Fire," Draco began, and that was all it took to bring the memories rushing back.
Harry struggled to sit up. "Oh, gods," he gasped. "Did everyone get out alright?"
Draco's hands pressing against his shoulders prevented him from further movement. "Everyone got out safely but you," he chided, before adding, "Bloody stupid hero..."
"Thank Merlin," sighed Harry, relaxing back once more on the pillows.
Draco had taken his hand, twining their fingers together and stroking Harry's palm. He leaned down and rubbed his cheek in his lover's dark hair, mumbling, "I thought I'd lost you..." His voice broke, and he was unable to continue.
"I'm here, I'm here," soothed Harry. "I'll never leave you..." He was sifting his fingers through Draco's silky hair, until his grip tightened roughly, anxiously.
"Harry?" murmured Draco, holding steady beneath the other's hand.
Harry's grasp didn't lessen as whispered, "I wasn't sure I'd get out, and all I could think was...I wouldn't see you again." He bit his lip, and Draco finally managed to disentangle the hand in his hair and raise his head to look at Harry.
The anguished expression on his lover's face tore at his heart, and he gave Harry's hand a reassuring squeeze.
"Make love to me, Draco," Harry blurted suddenly.
Draco was taken aback. "Harry, I...you're still healing," he protested.
"Please?" his lover implored. "I need to feel alive. I need to feel you alive..inside of me!" He was clinging to Draco now with a strength born of desperation, and the haunted, frightened look in his eyes destroyed Draco's resistance and resolve. Reaching a decision, he withdrew his wand and cast a locking charm on the door and a silencing charm.
He shrugged out of his jacket and tugged the sheet gently down Harry's body. His lover was nude beneath the covering, as he'd suffered some second-degree burns. The healers had worked miracles on Harry's injuries, and where his skin had been burned, it now resembled nothing more serious than sunburn. With luck, he'd be released from St Mungo's yet today.
Harry was already semi-erect, and he continued to swell under Draco's steady gaze. Carefully, he joined his lover on the bed.
Draco started out with soft kisses and slow caresses, but Harry was in no mood for soft and slow. He was desperate to reaffirm life, and he tried to urge Draco on with sharp nips and rough hands. It was a battle of wills, a short skirmish that Draco won by soothing and easing his lover until Harry quieted beneath him and accepted soft and slow.
Draco undid his own trousers and pants before casting one last spell. He prepared Harry's body before moving to cover him, joining them with a measured stroke. Harry arched and mewled, and Draco hesitated.
"Don't stop," pleaded Harry on a gasp of breath.
"Am I hurting you?"
"Nooo," moaned Harry, lifting his hips, seeking more. "Feels good. I need this. I need you..."
Draco answered that need, thrusting smoothly and steadily, making love to his lover. He kept the pace slow, despite Harry's writhing protests, and soon his dark-haired hero was dancing to his tune, settling into Draco's languid rhythm. He quickened the tempo gradually, banking the fire and then fanning the flames until they were both consumed. Harry exploded first, the blaze spreading from the small of his back and through his cock, erupting in liquid heat. Draco followed, quenching Harry with his own release.
After a moment spent catching his breath, Draco moved off of his lover and cradled him in his warm embrace. "Are you alright?" he asked, voice husky with the residue of sex.
Harry snuggled against him, and a soft, dreamy hum was his only answer. Draco tugged the sheets up over his lover and started to draw away to give him room to sleep. Harry tightened his grip and frowned, saying, "Don't leave me."
Draco sighed and settled next to him, whispering quietly, fiercely, "No, never."