sassy_cissa (sassy_cissa) wrote in slythindor100, @ 2007-05-19 20:11:00 |
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Non-Challenge Fic
Original poster: ruinithil
Title: Moan
Rating: Nc-17
Word Count: 2614
Challenge: Use "moan" in a fic--from missdracamalfoy
Warnings: I won't give actual warnings so I don't ruin the fic, but this is NOT a happy story. more of a warning--> major character death
Draco licked a trail from Harry’s jaw to ear, chuckling softly when he hear his boyfriend whimper.
“You know I love to hear you moan, Harry, but don’t you think it would be a good idea to stay quiet in public?” he asked teasingly, looking around at the several politicians and high class patrons milling about. They both hated these sorts of gatherings ever since the war ended, but both were expected to attend several a month.
“Well don’t you think it would be a good idea not to tease me in public then?” Harry hissed back.
“No.” Draco grinned. “I think it’s a great idea to tease you…anywhere, really. I do so love the little desperate looks you give me and the needy little noises you make when I’m not doing what you really want…”
Harry whimpered again as Draco’s hand slid from around his waist down to cup his arse.
“Draco, stop.” Harry looked at him with pleading eyes, just like Draco knew he would. He inwardly smiled at the helpless look in those sparkling eyes, gone dark with lust already. Draco’s pulse sped up at that look and he took a quick glance around the room to make sure no one was paying enough attention to them to notice if they left together for a while.
He took Harry’s hand and dragged him discreetly from the main room down to an empty bathroom a few halls down. He locked and silenced the room, then pushed Harry into the nearest wall, capturing his lips and grinding their hips together in one smooth movement. Harry moaned low in his throat, opening his mouth immediately to invite Draco’s tongue in. Even Draco moaned at the slick contact before he pressed forward and grabbed a handful of Harry’s hair to pull hard enough that Harry gasped. Draco fumbled with Harry’s robes, cursing the tiny buttons vehemently while still trying to dominate his partner’s mouth.
“Draco, hold on.” Harry said with his mouth still full of Draco’s tongue. The blond growled in frustration but removed his hands from Harry’s robes, only to bury them in his hair again. Harry pulled back enough to whisper a spell that removed their robes and hung them neatly across the room all in one go, then attacked Draco’s mouth again, this time sliding his hand down to grope the blond’s bottom.
“God—” Draco threw his head back and his hips forward, making them both gasp. He could never deny they were captivated by each other—one touch and they both fell apart. “Turn around.”
“Don’t want to take the time.” Harry panted. “Fuck, Draco—”
“That’s what I want, Harry.” Draco sank his teeth into Harry’s shoulder unexpectedly and the brunet screamed out, eyes shut tight.
“I’m not going to last—”
“Harry, please don’t argue. I’m going to fuck you. It’s going to be hard, and you’re going to have problems sitting later. It’s a fact you’ll just have to deal with. But it will feel good, so don’t complain. Turn around.”
Harry moaned again and nodded quickly before moving to the sink to brace himself. He looked up in the mirror and caught Draco’s eyes. His breath stuck in his lungs painfully because in that moment Draco gave him that dark, lusty look that made Harry come completely undone. A moment later the look was gone, replaced by a small smirk whispering a stretching and lubricating spell that made Harry squirm. Draco hardly waited four seconds before plunging into Harry, and the brunet had to bite his tongue to keep from coming right that instant.
Draco leaned forward and licked a drop of sweat from Harry’s shoulder and whispered, “Are you ready?”
“God, yes, Draco—ohmygodfuckingyes!” he nearly screamed when Draco thrust in deep, going fast and hard, just like he’d said he would. It took them just under two minutes to come screaming each other’s names, and moments after that they fell to the ground, Harry in Draco’s arms.
“Mm…can we just go back to my place?” Harry asked, nuzzling Draco’s neck and planting little butterfly kisses on the flushed skin.
“We have to say goodbye to everyone.” Draco murmured.
“Ok. Draco?”
“Yeah?”
Harry kissed his throat again and laid his head on the blond’s shoulder. “I love you.”
Draco rolled his eyes and sneered as he said, sweetly, “I love you too, Harry.” Harry had gotten increasingly fond of those three words lately…it annoyed Draco to no end. He knew he didn’t love Harry, but if it pleased Harry, he would pretend. It would all work out in the end after all…
X*X*X
Several hours later, after a hurried goodbye with Harry pleading a sick stomach, the two of them were kissing on Harry’s bed, shirts off and pants trying to follow.
“Hey, Harry…” Draco nibbled his earlobe, just how Harry liked. “I was wondering if maybe we could…try something new tonight?”
“Mm…like what, love?”
Draco fought to keep his face pleasant and kissed Harry softly on the lips. “Maybe a little bondage? Nothing too restraining, just some ties or something?”
“I don’t know…”
Draco kissed him again. “Please, love? You’d look so good with binds at your wrists and ankles. So very sexy.”
Harry whimpered when Draco licked his lips, then nodded. “Ok. But we have to have like a…safe word or something, right?”
“Oh, of course.” Draco nodded. “How about snitch?”
“Um, ok.” Harry smiled nervously. “Works for me. You’ll stop no matter what, if I say it, right?”
“Harry. Do you trust me?”
Harry smiled and his eyes shone, showing just how much he really did trust (and love) Draco. “You know I do.”
“Then you know the answer.” He smiled. He picked up his wand and flicked it in the direction of Harry’s wrists, then his ankles. His limbs were pulled taut, tied tightly but not uncomfortably to the bedposts. “You ok, love?”
“Yeah, just fine.” Harry’s voice was a little tight, but not too frightened. Draco plastered a sweet smile on his face and kissed him tenderly, reassuring him while he wordlessly banished their clothing. Harry shivered slightly as the warm air hit his warmer skin, and Draco did the same, though maybe not for the same reason.
“I’m going to take your glasses, ok, love?” Draco said softly, brushing his fingers over the soft skin of Harry’s chest. A small amount of hair grew over that tanned skin, hair that Draco didn’t particularly like. He’d rather have bare skin to run his tongue and teeth over.
“Ok.” Harry nodded and didn’t protest when Draco slipped off the spectacles, nor when he placed them on the dresser, very out of reach.
Draco leaned down again, taking the time to lick and suck all along both sides of Harry’s neck, whispering words of encouragement and endearment as he went along. Harry whimpered beneath the light touches and moaned quietly when Draco began to nibble along his collar bone. Draco dipped down further, taking a dark nipple into his mouth to suck, then the other to bite. Harry gasped but let Draco continue. He journey south led him to the dark path of hair that led from Harry’s shallow navel to his leaky erection that Draco bypassed to move onto the muscled thighs. He bit into one leg hard enough to leave a mark and moaned at Harry’s pained cry.
“Sorry, baby. This will feel better…” he took Harry’s entire length into his mouth, sucking gently while Harry gasped and groaned above him. When he felt Harry begin to quiver he pulled back, licking his lips.
“Draco, why—”
“Calm down, don’t worry. I’ve just got to grab something. I’ll be right back.” Draco stood and threw a wink over his shoulder. “Don’t go anywhere!”
X*X*X
“It is not easy to rule, Draco.” Severus intoned, voice low.
“I know that.” The blond hissed back. “But people listen to me. I’ve got most of the former Death Eaters wrapped around my finger already, and when I become Lord…I’ll have many more. I’ll be unstoppable.”
“Dumbledore and Voldemort may be gone from the world, but there is still one wizard who will be powerful enough to stop you.”
Draco’s lips pulled into a devilish smile. “I know how to take care of Potter.”
X*X*X
Draco sauntered back into Harry’s bedroom with a grin. “Back, baby. Still holding out ok?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” Harry said. His voice barely wavered.
“Good. I can’t wait for this…” And he really couldn’t. He climbed onto the bed again and straddled his partner, stroking whatever skin he could reach lightly. Harry shivered and smiled lovingly up at Draco. Draco smiled back, though it doesn’t reach his eyes.
“Mm, so what next?” Harry asked.
“Well…” Draco slipped the object he went for out from under his calf. “I’ve always wanted to use this…”
Harry’s eyes went wide, and Draco didn’t think he could really see that far. “Is that a dagger?”
“Yes. It’s quite pretty. It’s even got emeralds in the hilt to match your pretty eyes.”
“It’s a little freaky, Draco. What do you plan to do with it…?”
“Oh, nothing really…” he moved the blade over the tense muscles of Harry’s abdomen.
“I don’t think I like it that close…”
“Shh, it will be ok.” He digs the knife in just a little, and a tiny strip of blood appeared. Harry hissed and his eyes went even wider.
“Draco! Don’t fucking cut me!”
“I’m sorry.” But he wasn’t. He lowered his head and licked along the path. Harry whimpered.
“That hurts…”
“Mm…”
“Draco, I don’t think—ah!” he screamed as Draco slid the sharp metal over his ribs, drawing out a steady stream of dull blood. “What the fuck are you doing?!”
Draco didn’t answer for a moment, just stared. “God you’re beautiful like this.”
“What are you on?!”
“Nothing, Harry.” He took the knife and dragged it across Harry’s collar bone, shoulder to shoulder. Harry screamed again.
“Snitch! Stop it you bastard!”
Draco gave him a mildly annoyed look. “I’m not finished.”
Harry let out a distressed cry. “You promised you would stop if I asked!”
“And if I lied?”
Harry’s eyes filled with tears. “You wouldn’t. You love me.”
Draco tilted his head to the side and pressed the tip of the dagger into the flesh of Harry’s left pectoral. He drew one sweeping line down, then up and around, a small heart of blood on the tanned skin. “I do? I wasn’t aware.”
“Draco, stop it, you’re scaring me! Let me out of these and stop cutting—ah! Stop!” he cried, tears streaming down his cheeks. Draco looked down at the cut he’d made in Harry’s flank, a little too deep.
“Oops.” He brought the knife to his lips and licked the warm blood. “Mm, Harry you taste so good.”
“Draco, that’s sick!” Harry cried. “Let me go! Snitch! Snitch!”
Draco’s brows furrowed and he drew another few lines on the strong skin and muscles of Harry’s shoulders. “Do you know how ridiculous you sound?” he taunted, looking Harry in the eye. “Snitch, snitch!” he leaned down and licked along Harry’s ear then bit the lobe hard enough to bleed. “You’re pathetic.”
“Draco, why are you doing this to me?” Harry whispered. Draco jabbed the knife into Harry’s forearm and he screamed before moaning miserably.
Draco grinned, blood on his lips and a wild light in his eyes. “Because I love to hear you moan, Harry.”
Harry sobbed pitifully and thrashed against his restraints, trying hard to free himself. Draco paid him no mind, just cut into the previously flawless skin while occasionally licking up the warm liquid that poured freely from his…boyfriend’s, body.
“You will need to be ruthless, Draco. You can have no pity.”
“Draco, please…” Harry’s voice was weaker. “Stop it, you’re hurting…me…”
Draco looked up into Harry’s pleading, pained eyes, and didn’t feel a thing. “Unless you’ve got a point I suggest you shut up, or I’ll cut out your tongue.”
Harry sobbed loudly at this and squeezed his eyes shut. Draco ignored him and continued working, marking several more places on the lovely body under him before moving back up to straddle Harry’s hips. Not surprisingly, he was now limp between his legs. Draco was not. He thought briefly of taking care of that, but decided against it.
“Do not go too far, though, or you will lose yourself. And if you lose yourself, what good are you as a leader? We need you to know who you are.”
“I believe you told me once your heart was mine, if I wanted it.” Draco said conversationally. He looked down at Harry’s chest, covered in stick red blood, both bright and dark. “Guess what Harry?” he grinned.
“No… don’t…”
“Didn’t I warn you not to speak?” Draco lazily slit Harry’s lip down the middle, then moaned at the amount of blood that spilled forth. Harry screamed and cried, and Draco lowered his face carefully to suck at the blood. Harry tried moving away but it only took a blade at his throat to make him quiet. “Delicious.” Draco smirked. “Who knew saviors would taste so sweet?”
“Draco…”
The blond paid him no mind, instead turning his attention to his chest. He looked up once more, winked at his former lover, and plunged the blade into the skin of his chest. Harry screamed, this time much louder than any time previous, and Draco winced at the shrill sound before yanking hard on the hilt, breaking two ribs and opening the gash enough that he could slip his hand inside. Harry took in a gasping breath and coughed, blood dribbling out of his pleading mouth. Draco leaned over, one hand in Harry’s body and the other covered in his life’s essence.
“Can you hear me, Harry? Good, now listen carefully, I want you to hear this. It’s important. I have won. I beat you, and now I will rise above all others to become the best ruler any wizard has had in centuries. Voldemort will look like a fucking kitten compared to what I plan to do, do you hear me? And guess who won’t be there to beat the big bad Dark Lord?” he grabbed Harry’s beating organ and squeezed, making Harry take in a shallow, rapid breath, only to scream it out weakly half a moment later. “You, Harry. You can’t do a damn thing.”
He got a good grip and pulled, hard, until the bright heart came out of the cavity. Harry’s eyes flickered over to it; it beat once more, and Harry fell limp beneath Draco, eyes still wide and filled with tears, mouth and everywhere else covered in blood. Draco looked down at the lump in his hand and smiled.
X*X*X
“You’ve done well, Draco.”
“Thank you, Severus.” Draco took a last look in his mirror and straightened his robes. “Is everyone ready?”
“As ready as they’ll ever be.” The old potion’s master smirked. “Are you?”
Draco grinned. “I always have been.”
Severus nodded his head once and bent at the waist slightly. “Go, Draco. Greet your people.”
The blond took a step forward into the next room where several men and women waited. They all looked up at him adoringly, and he tilted his head haughtily.
“Ah, my followers.” He whispered.
“My Lord…” they chanted back.
“Is it what you wanted?” Severus murmured. “Is it worth what you’ve done?”
Draco took a close look out at the faces of his new followers, some known, some not. “I know it was. It was all worth it.”
Severus smirked. “Good answer.” He knelt and lowered his head. “My Lord.”
A/N: I'm sorry for any kind of trauma this put you through. Really, I am.
To Draca: I'm sorry for butchering your prompt. I'll write you fluf later, promise!
To Nomeci: Thanks so much for the beta read and help with the safe word! You rock!
To Lire_Casander: *glomp* You are so fantastic, thank you SO much for all the help with this, I couldn't have gotten it done without you!
To all others: Thanks for reading, even with the lack of real warnings...<3