FIC: Delusions of Grandeur (Harry/Draco)
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rookmist
Prompt: PROMPT # 151 Harry and Draco are thrown together as fighter pilot and navigator. Their personalities clash at first but Draco is still gagging for sex from Harry.
Adapted from: Starfighter Comic
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Word Count 3,202
Rating: NC-17
Contains (Highlight to view): * asshole/possessive!Harry, spanking, barebacking, rimming*
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: Forhpfangirl71 who submitted the prompt, I hope I wrote it to your liking. Thank you to my wonderful beta, iceyard & to the fantastic appleling who helped clear out the kinks! <3
Summary: HP!AU. The Ministry becomes a Military force. Harry and Draco have joined the resistance and are thrown together as partners. Harry wants Draco; Draco is just wondering how the hell he got himself into this situation.
“I’m assigning you both to a fighter and navigator team.” Kingsley looked at the two men standing in front of his desk critically; the two men were the complete opposites—black messy hair and green eyes standing next to blond hair and grey eyes.
They were like night and day.
“Harry, Draco. Be ready when called,” Kingsley said curtly, turning away from them. Dismissed, the move said.
They both saluted the commissioner before turning and heading out the office, the sliding door opening automatically as they walked towards it.
Draco flicked the file open while walking out of the office next to the stranger beside him—he had to live with this man. The room card and number tucked neatly inside the file said as much. He chanced a glance to the dark-haired man next to him, and could vaguely remember him from his schooling days at Hogwarts five years ago. He had kept to himself during his time at Hogwarts especially when Dumbledore decided that the best thing for the Wizarding World was to try to introduce magic to the muggles.
Bad move.
They walked in silence, Draco only sneaking one or two more peeks at the man next to him, not sure if he should say something or remain silent.
Say something, Draco thought. They finally reached their room, a silver door with the number 87 on top. The man pressed a button, and they entered, a lavish room awaited them. He opened his mouth to speak—introduce himself, but a surprised gasp came out instead as he was suddenly pushed to the nearest wall as the door closed behind them.
He looked at the man who held him against the wall— Harold was it? Harry?— in confusion. Panic rose in him as he saw Harry leer at him, green eyes raking up and down Draco’s body.
“You’re my bitch now,” Harry said darkly, speaking for the first time, one of his legs was in between Draco’s and his hands clutched Draco’s wrists tightly.
“Excuse me?!” Draco asked in horror and confusion, snapping out of his surprised trance as he began to struggle against the fighter to remove himself from his tight grip. Draco couldn’t believe the audacity of the dark-haired man in front of him nor could he understand the heat that was building just under his navel.
This was not the time to develop a hard-on.
Harry smirked, leaning down to whisper in Draco’s ear, “You heard me.” Draco shuddered when he felt Harry nip and lick his ear lobe. He whimpered, horrified, as he felt his limp cock sprang to life against his tight uniform.
“I don’t—” Draco began but was cut off as Harry gripped his chin roughly and trailed his gloved hand against Draco’s bottom lip.
He leaned down and nipped Draco’s bottom lip, taking his chance when Draco opened his mouth in a gasp and a tongue lunged into Draco’s mouth and Merlin, did it feel good.
The kiss was rough and messy, filled with teeth clashing and hair pulling as Draco clutched desperately onto Harry wanting to pull him closer and give as good as he got.
Draco couldn’t help but whimpered as Harry violated his mouth, trailing his tongue in every crevice and swallowing all of Draco’s breathy moans and whimpers.
Draco was in heaven—until he felt an intense pain in his ear.
“Ow!” Draco hissed, his hand shooting to his throbbing ear and tears sprang from his grey eyes, accusing eyes trained at the taller man. “What did you do to my ear?!”
He withdrew his hand and found blood on it; he looked to Harry only to see him smirking with a needle in his hand. He didn’t even notice when Harry pulled it out!
“A mark,” Harry stated smoothly, his voice a deep growl as he held on tightly to Draco’s hips, grinding his hard cock against Draco’s. “Everyone will know you belong to me and only me. I don’t like to share my property.”
“You’re insane!” Draco snarled, the moment was gone and he realized what exactly he was doing. He pushed Harry away from him and glared at him menacingly, blood dripping slowly from the deep puncture that would definitely leave a scar.
“I refuse to navigate for someone like you; I’m asking Kingsley to give me another partner.” He angrily tried to shake Harry off him but found Harry was much stronger than he was and held him in place.
“Draco, Draco. I’m being nice here,” Harry crooned, his hand moving down to cup Draco’s crotch. “I can be mean but you wouldn’t like me when I’m mean.”
Draco whimpered as Harry added more pressure against his groin making it almost unbearably painful.
Draco turned his head away from him in disgust, not knowing what to do and not quite sure how he had gotten himself in this situation in the first place.
All of sudden, the room turned red and a blaring siren went off. The screen near their beds flashed words—words Draco only had second to comprehend. His stomach dropped.
“Incoming attack,” Draco breathed. His head swerved to look at Harry’s reaction, only to be surprised that he was sporting a large grin, excitement shining in his green eyes. He instantly let Draco go, pushing him away from him and Draco banged his head against the wall. He turned away from him to grab his helmet from where it sat on his bed and ran out of the room ignoring the small ache on his head.
“Hey!” Draco shouted after him, quickly grabbing his own helmet before running after the pilot, his head now pounding from the impact of the wall. “Harry!”
He ran down the hall, feeling like a fool as he chased after his partner to the defence station. “Don’t you dare ignore me!”
He wanted to scream, ‘Not after what you did to me,’ but thought better of it and instead shouted, “Not on a mission!”
Entering the defence station, Draco was out of breath as he watched his partner climbing into one of the aircrafts and started the ship’s engine.
Draco growled, pushing past other pilots and navigators, climbed into the ship, only to glare accusingly at Harry. “You were going to leave without me, how are you going to navigate without a navigator!”
“I don’t need you here if you’re going to slow me down,” Harry growled in response, pressing the launch button.
Draco gulped, clutching his controller tightly as a robotic voice began the countdown.
“Launch in 5…4…3…2…1…”
The aircraft’s engine flared to life and Harry smirked confidently. He flicked on the target switch and Draco pulled his controller towards himself, watching from the corner of his eye as they were lifted in the air and the Ministry base only became a tiny spot below them.
“Five targets spotted, be prepared to fire them down!” A voice shouted the command causing Draco to jump, he completely forgot about the earpiece inserted in his ear.
“Roger that,” Harry muttered, his finger aching to press the fire button. “Draco!”
“I got it!” Draco growled. His eyes narrowed in concentration and sweat dripping from his brow as he tried to aim the ship’s blaster at the targets all the while trying to dodge the enemies’ retaliation.
“Aim—fire!” he shouted, watching as Harry grinned, almost bouncing in his seat as he shot the invaders down and one by one the ships fell from the air and Draco begrudgingly had to admit: Harry was good.
It continued like this for a few minutes—Draco shifting the ship back and forth, avoiding the missiles launched at them and reacting in timely fashion as he aimed perfectly and watched Harry shoot them down.
“Enemies have been subdued, all ships may return to base.” Draco let out a breath that he didn’t know he was holding.
“Fuck, that was hot,” Harry breathed. He began leaning back into his seat, his eyes half-lidded and Draco could see his hand lowering to grab a hold of his cock. His zipper was already unzipped and his hand was around his cock. His whole arm was into it, a fast motion of up, down, up, down until he groaned and came. Thick, white come splashed against his controller. Draco’s stomach turned in disgust as he landed the ship with ease.
When they landed, he turned off his controller and stood, ripping his helmet off his head in anger, not caring that his ear was still bleeding—that his hair was a messy disarray—and threw his helmet at Harry’s head, hoping to wipe that smirk from the git’s face.
“You’re fucking sick!” Draco snarled, as Harry caught his helmet and sent him an amusing smirk. He shook his head in disgust before exiting the ship.
Harry grinned darkly at his retreating form.
. . . .
Draco returned to the room he shared with Harry, fuming.
“The nerve of that prat!” Draco ranted, pacing back and forth in the room. “How dare he think that he owns me—that he fucking owns me because I’m his partner?”
Draco stopped pacing, realising that his ear was still oozing blood. He let out a string of curses before he quickly ran to the bathroom. He rummaged through the cabinets trying to find a towel and sighed in relief when he did.
Opening the faucet, he examined himself in the mirror. “I look like a mess.” He breathed out in horror, his blond hair was chaotic and unkempt, there were dark circles under his eyes and dried patches of blood stuck to his pale face.
Immediately, he looked away, appalled by his appearance and began to wet the towel to clean the blood.
“That guy is insane,” he muttered his anger flaring as he continued to clean his ear. Once he cleansed himself, Draco examined the cut. It’s gonna scar.. In the shape of a lightning bolt.
Draco cursed, turning away from the mirror and walking out of the bathroom and flopped down onto his bed. He closed his eyes and buried his head into his pillow.
Draco shuddered and buried his head deeper, his breath slowing when he heard the door slide open and he clenched his eyes tightly, knowing it was Harry that had just entered.
He held his breath as the bed dipped and Harry stroked his bum. “You need to learn your place, walking away from me like that.” His tone filled with repercussion, which only made Draco angrier.
Draco didn’t have a chance to retort, however, as a resounding smack and a burning sting was left in place of where Harry hand was on his bum.
Draco jumped up, scrambling away from the dark-haired pilot. Angry tears formed in his eyes. “What the bloody hell is wrong with you!”
“Nothing, m’dear. Just giving you punishment for walking away from me like that.” Harry smiled, that eerie smile of his that sent shivers up Draco’s spine.
“I haven’t done anything to you. Why are you doing this to me?” He felt wronged as if everyone was in on some type of sick joke.
“Because you’re mine.”
Draco frowned at the simple reply and stared incredulously at the pilot. “No, I’m not. I don’t belong to anyone.” The fucking nerve of this guy.
“Yes, you are,” Harry said, moving closer to Draco until they were nose to nose. Draco could see how clear and beautiful Harry’s green eyes were. “You’re my navigator—mine to use as I please.”
Harry owning him, his cock jerked in interest—Draco shook his head. “No,” he said, flatly.
“Yes,” Harry insisted, his hand caressing Draco’s side. “I’m going to fuck you, Draco.”
It was Draco’s only warning before he was pulled into Harry’s space, his head tilted back as Harry claimed his lips and— fuck, he loved it.
“Harry,” he keened as Harry hand lowered to his buttocks, squeezing and caressing it as his other hand worked to remove his uniform.
Harry threw his uniform to the floor and began working on his own. Pure hot-need pulsed in his body.
“You’re still a fucking git,” he muttered.
Harry threw his own clothes to the ground, even as Draco said the words, he raised his hips to try to get some friction—anything—to relieve the pressure as precum dripped from his hard cock and was slipping down his balls.
“Merlin, you talk far too much,” Harry growled.
His cock was hard and leaking by the time Harry began rutting against him.
He groaned as he flipped Draco over onto his stomach, Draco letting out a shiver as he felt Harry’s tongue slide down the ridge of his spine until it reached the crack of his arse.
“Oh god,” Draco moaned, his head pressed firmly against the pillow. He lifted his arse in the air, his heart pounding as he felt the darker haired man’s tongue entered his hole. “Fuck, fuck—”
“Soon enough, love,” Harry whispered. He blew hot air at the moistened pink hole facing him; grinned as he dove back and wriggled his tongue into Draco’s hole, relishing the whimpers clawing out from the blond’s throat.
Once he felt Draco’s hole was slick enough, he immediately aligned himself and plunged forward, letting out a groan as he felt himself engulfed in the tight, clenching heat.
Draco eyes rolled back as he felt that bundle of nerve being struck at the first thrust and he gasped out, “Move!”
“Demanding, aren’t you?” Harry growled as he began a rhythm for them, fast and hard; Draco clenched his eyes shut as he met Harry’s thrust with his own frantic, wanton ones.
“Oh god—Harry,” Draco moaned, panting heavily his face falling forward to the pillow below him as his arms gave out from under him and only his arse was held in the air by Harry’s firm hands on his hips as he pistoned in and out of him.
He moved his hands downwards to fondle his ignored cock, feeling himself nearing completion as his balls clenched and with a shout, his come sprayed all over the bed-sheets and his stomach.
He slumped forward, his breath heavy as Harry continued to move in him, he felt hypersensitive and shivered as Harry found completion before falling on top of him, exhausted.
They stayed like that in silence, Draco content basking in the afterglow.
“Not bad, blondie,” Harry muttered, pulling out of him and rolling to the side. Draco felt his contentment shattered into tiny pieces as the reality of his actions finally hit him. He was used.
The newly made scar on his ear throbbed painfully.
Draco clenched his eyes shut, feeling a sob welled up in his sore throat as he felt the bed shift and the sound of water dripping not a moment later as Harry left his side. His emotions was a whirling tornado as disgust and self-deprecation welled up inside of him but yet, he enjoyed what had happened and by gods, he wanted more.
What was he doing?
Draco sighed morosely as he shifted and closed his eyes, falling into a fitful sleep.
He didn’t know how long he slept but he was wrenched from his slumber when a pillow connected with his face causing him to jolt up in alarm. “What the - !”
“Get up.” Harry muttered. His back was to Draco so he couldn’t make out his expression as he buttoned up a loose fitting shirt and tried – in vain – to fix his messy hair.
“What? Why? We haven’t been called for a mission.” Draco glanced at the blank screen near the corner of the room with a swift glance which assured him of his assumptions.
“No,” Harry began, slowly; he turned to look at him with a slight grimace as if what he was going to say was going to pain him. “I thought we could take a walk…to y’know…” He ended with an expectant look which said don’t make me say it.
“No, I don’t know.” Draco looked at him suspiciously, he had an inkling what Harry was trying to imply but he wanted the darker haired man to say it.
Harry sighed, “I’ve been thinking that since we’re going to be working together among other things,” he paused to shoot Draco a leer before he continued, “I thought that maybe…we could…”
“Yes...” Draco urged, feeling a small smile beginning to creep up on his lips.
“Maybe, we could go out and talk so…” Harry ended with a mumble looking disgruntled and reluctant.
“Sorry, didn’t catch that last part.” Draco said, cheekily, enjoying how Harry’s face turned a delectable red at his words.
Harry sighed and with gritted teeth, forced out, “Maybe, we could get to know each other.”
“Are you asking me out?” Draco asked, with raised eyebrows.
“See it as you want just get ready!” Harry snarled with a careless wave as he turned away from his partner and busied himself at his bed.
Draco felt something warm settle in his gut as he quickly got up to get ready, feeling giddiness well up inside him as he chose a simple white shirt and plain jeans. He tried not to fret too much on how he looked as he came up to the side of Harry, who was looking anywhere but towards the blond.
“You really want to get to know me?” Draco asked, quietly, his eyes glancing sideways towards Harry, almost shyly, to gauge a reaction from the other man.
Harry turned towards him and looked at him with an unreadable expression; he raised a hand and reached out towards the blond. For a moment, Draco thought he was going to strike him but was surprised when Harry only reached over to stroke his ear where the scar - his scar - was.
Harry face softened and he replied, “Yes, I would like that very much.”
It wasn’t everything Draco had hoped for but it was something so he would take it. Besides, the sex was bloody fantastic.
That was enough reason for Draco to grab a hold of Harry’s hands and allow him to lead him out of their room.
Fin.
Author:
rookmistPrompt: PROMPT # 151 Harry and Draco are thrown together as fighter pilot and navigator. Their personalities clash at first but Draco is still gagging for sex from Harry.
Adapted from: Starfighter Comic
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Word Count 3,202
Rating: NC-17
Contains (Highlight to view): * asshole/possessive!Harry, spanking, barebacking, rimming*
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: For
hpfangirl71 who submitted the prompt, I hope I wrote it to your liking. Thank you to my wonderful beta, iceyard & to the fantastic appleling who helped clear out the kinks! <3Summary: HP!AU. The Ministry becomes a Military force. Harry and Draco have joined the resistance and are thrown together as partners. Harry wants Draco; Draco is just wondering how the hell he got himself into this situation.
“I’m assigning you both to a fighter and navigator team.” Kingsley looked at the two men standing in front of his desk critically; the two men were the complete opposites—black messy hair and green eyes standing next to blond hair and grey eyes.
They were like night and day.
“Harry, Draco. Be ready when called,” Kingsley said curtly, turning away from them. Dismissed, the move said.
They both saluted the commissioner before turning and heading out the office, the sliding door opening automatically as they walked towards it.
Draco flicked the file open while walking out of the office next to the stranger beside him—he had to live with this man. The room card and number tucked neatly inside the file said as much. He chanced a glance to the dark-haired man next to him, and could vaguely remember him from his schooling days at Hogwarts five years ago. He had kept to himself during his time at Hogwarts especially when Dumbledore decided that the best thing for the Wizarding World was to try to introduce magic to the muggles.
Bad move.
They walked in silence, Draco only sneaking one or two more peeks at the man next to him, not sure if he should say something or remain silent.
Say something, Draco thought. They finally reached their room, a silver door with the number 87 on top. The man pressed a button, and they entered, a lavish room awaited them. He opened his mouth to speak—introduce himself, but a surprised gasp came out instead as he was suddenly pushed to the nearest wall as the door closed behind them.
He looked at the man who held him against the wall— Harold was it? Harry?— in confusion. Panic rose in him as he saw Harry leer at him, green eyes raking up and down Draco’s body.
“You’re my bitch now,” Harry said darkly, speaking for the first time, one of his legs was in between Draco’s and his hands clutched Draco’s wrists tightly.
“Excuse me?!” Draco asked in horror and confusion, snapping out of his surprised trance as he began to struggle against the fighter to remove himself from his tight grip. Draco couldn’t believe the audacity of the dark-haired man in front of him nor could he understand the heat that was building just under his navel.
This was not the time to develop a hard-on.
Harry smirked, leaning down to whisper in Draco’s ear, “You heard me.” Draco shuddered when he felt Harry nip and lick his ear lobe. He whimpered, horrified, as he felt his limp cock sprang to life against his tight uniform.
“I don’t—” Draco began but was cut off as Harry gripped his chin roughly and trailed his gloved hand against Draco’s bottom lip.
He leaned down and nipped Draco’s bottom lip, taking his chance when Draco opened his mouth in a gasp and a tongue lunged into Draco’s mouth and Merlin, did it feel good.
The kiss was rough and messy, filled with teeth clashing and hair pulling as Draco clutched desperately onto Harry wanting to pull him closer and give as good as he got.
Draco couldn’t help but whimpered as Harry violated his mouth, trailing his tongue in every crevice and swallowing all of Draco’s breathy moans and whimpers.
Draco was in heaven—until he felt an intense pain in his ear.
“Ow!” Draco hissed, his hand shooting to his throbbing ear and tears sprang from his grey eyes, accusing eyes trained at the taller man. “What did you do to my ear?!”
He withdrew his hand and found blood on it; he looked to Harry only to see him smirking with a needle in his hand. He didn’t even notice when Harry pulled it out!
“A mark,” Harry stated smoothly, his voice a deep growl as he held on tightly to Draco’s hips, grinding his hard cock against Draco’s. “Everyone will know you belong to me and only me. I don’t like to share my property.”
“You’re insane!” Draco snarled, the moment was gone and he realized what exactly he was doing. He pushed Harry away from him and glared at him menacingly, blood dripping slowly from the deep puncture that would definitely leave a scar.
“I refuse to navigate for someone like you; I’m asking Kingsley to give me another partner.” He angrily tried to shake Harry off him but found Harry was much stronger than he was and held him in place.
“Draco, Draco. I’m being nice here,” Harry crooned, his hand moving down to cup Draco’s crotch. “I can be mean but you wouldn’t like me when I’m mean.”
Draco whimpered as Harry added more pressure against his groin making it almost unbearably painful.
Draco turned his head away from him in disgust, not knowing what to do and not quite sure how he had gotten himself in this situation in the first place.
All of sudden, the room turned red and a blaring siren went off. The screen near their beds flashed words—words Draco only had second to comprehend. His stomach dropped.
“Incoming attack,” Draco breathed. His head swerved to look at Harry’s reaction, only to be surprised that he was sporting a large grin, excitement shining in his green eyes. He instantly let Draco go, pushing him away from him and Draco banged his head against the wall. He turned away from him to grab his helmet from where it sat on his bed and ran out of the room ignoring the small ache on his head.
“Hey!” Draco shouted after him, quickly grabbing his own helmet before running after the pilot, his head now pounding from the impact of the wall. “Harry!”
He ran down the hall, feeling like a fool as he chased after his partner to the defence station. “Don’t you dare ignore me!”
He wanted to scream, ‘Not after what you did to me,’ but thought better of it and instead shouted, “Not on a mission!”
Entering the defence station, Draco was out of breath as he watched his partner climbing into one of the aircrafts and started the ship’s engine.
Draco growled, pushing past other pilots and navigators, climbed into the ship, only to glare accusingly at Harry. “You were going to leave without me, how are you going to navigate without a navigator!”
“I don’t need you here if you’re going to slow me down,” Harry growled in response, pressing the launch button.
Draco gulped, clutching his controller tightly as a robotic voice began the countdown.
“Launch in 5…4…3…2…1…”
The aircraft’s engine flared to life and Harry smirked confidently. He flicked on the target switch and Draco pulled his controller towards himself, watching from the corner of his eye as they were lifted in the air and the Ministry base only became a tiny spot below them.
“Five targets spotted, be prepared to fire them down!” A voice shouted the command causing Draco to jump, he completely forgot about the earpiece inserted in his ear.
“Roger that,” Harry muttered, his finger aching to press the fire button. “Draco!”
“I got it!” Draco growled. His eyes narrowed in concentration and sweat dripping from his brow as he tried to aim the ship’s blaster at the targets all the while trying to dodge the enemies’ retaliation.
“Aim—fire!” he shouted, watching as Harry grinned, almost bouncing in his seat as he shot the invaders down and one by one the ships fell from the air and Draco begrudgingly had to admit: Harry was good.
It continued like this for a few minutes—Draco shifting the ship back and forth, avoiding the missiles launched at them and reacting in timely fashion as he aimed perfectly and watched Harry shoot them down.
“Enemies have been subdued, all ships may return to base.” Draco let out a breath that he didn’t know he was holding.
“Fuck, that was hot,” Harry breathed. He began leaning back into his seat, his eyes half-lidded and Draco could see his hand lowering to grab a hold of his cock. His zipper was already unzipped and his hand was around his cock. His whole arm was into it, a fast motion of up, down, up, down until he groaned and came. Thick, white come splashed against his controller. Draco’s stomach turned in disgust as he landed the ship with ease.
When they landed, he turned off his controller and stood, ripping his helmet off his head in anger, not caring that his ear was still bleeding—that his hair was a messy disarray—and threw his helmet at Harry’s head, hoping to wipe that smirk from the git’s face.
“You’re fucking sick!” Draco snarled, as Harry caught his helmet and sent him an amusing smirk. He shook his head in disgust before exiting the ship.
Harry grinned darkly at his retreating form.
. . . .
Draco returned to the room he shared with Harry, fuming.
“The nerve of that prat!” Draco ranted, pacing back and forth in the room. “How dare he think that he owns me—that he fucking owns me because I’m his partner?”
Draco stopped pacing, realising that his ear was still oozing blood. He let out a string of curses before he quickly ran to the bathroom. He rummaged through the cabinets trying to find a towel and sighed in relief when he did.
Opening the faucet, he examined himself in the mirror. “I look like a mess.” He breathed out in horror, his blond hair was chaotic and unkempt, there were dark circles under his eyes and dried patches of blood stuck to his pale face.
Immediately, he looked away, appalled by his appearance and began to wet the towel to clean the blood.
“That guy is insane,” he muttered his anger flaring as he continued to clean his ear. Once he cleansed himself, Draco examined the cut. It’s gonna scar.. In the shape of a lightning bolt.
Draco cursed, turning away from the mirror and walking out of the bathroom and flopped down onto his bed. He closed his eyes and buried his head into his pillow.
Draco shuddered and buried his head deeper, his breath slowing when he heard the door slide open and he clenched his eyes tightly, knowing it was Harry that had just entered.
He held his breath as the bed dipped and Harry stroked his bum. “You need to learn your place, walking away from me like that.” His tone filled with repercussion, which only made Draco angrier.
Draco didn’t have a chance to retort, however, as a resounding smack and a burning sting was left in place of where Harry hand was on his bum.
Draco jumped up, scrambling away from the dark-haired pilot. Angry tears formed in his eyes. “What the bloody hell is wrong with you!”
“Nothing, m’dear. Just giving you punishment for walking away from me like that.” Harry smiled, that eerie smile of his that sent shivers up Draco’s spine.
“I haven’t done anything to you. Why are you doing this to me?” He felt wronged as if everyone was in on some type of sick joke.
“Because you’re mine.”
Draco frowned at the simple reply and stared incredulously at the pilot. “No, I’m not. I don’t belong to anyone.” The fucking nerve of this guy.
“Yes, you are,” Harry said, moving closer to Draco until they were nose to nose. Draco could see how clear and beautiful Harry’s green eyes were. “You’re my navigator—mine to use as I please.”
Harry owning him, his cock jerked in interest—Draco shook his head. “No,” he said, flatly.
“Yes,” Harry insisted, his hand caressing Draco’s side. “I’m going to fuck you, Draco.”
It was Draco’s only warning before he was pulled into Harry’s space, his head tilted back as Harry claimed his lips and— fuck, he loved it.
“Harry,” he keened as Harry hand lowered to his buttocks, squeezing and caressing it as his other hand worked to remove his uniform.
Harry threw his uniform to the floor and began working on his own. Pure hot-need pulsed in his body.
“You’re still a fucking git,” he muttered.
Harry threw his own clothes to the ground, even as Draco said the words, he raised his hips to try to get some friction—anything—to relieve the pressure as precum dripped from his hard cock and was slipping down his balls.
“Merlin, you talk far too much,” Harry growled.
His cock was hard and leaking by the time Harry began rutting against him.
He groaned as he flipped Draco over onto his stomach, Draco letting out a shiver as he felt Harry’s tongue slide down the ridge of his spine until it reached the crack of his arse.
“Oh god,” Draco moaned, his head pressed firmly against the pillow. He lifted his arse in the air, his heart pounding as he felt the darker haired man’s tongue entered his hole. “Fuck, fuck—”
“Soon enough, love,” Harry whispered. He blew hot air at the moistened pink hole facing him; grinned as he dove back and wriggled his tongue into Draco’s hole, relishing the whimpers clawing out from the blond’s throat.
Once he felt Draco’s hole was slick enough, he immediately aligned himself and plunged forward, letting out a groan as he felt himself engulfed in the tight, clenching heat.
Draco eyes rolled back as he felt that bundle of nerve being struck at the first thrust and he gasped out, “Move!”
“Demanding, aren’t you?” Harry growled as he began a rhythm for them, fast and hard; Draco clenched his eyes shut as he met Harry’s thrust with his own frantic, wanton ones.
“Oh god—Harry,” Draco moaned, panting heavily his face falling forward to the pillow below him as his arms gave out from under him and only his arse was held in the air by Harry’s firm hands on his hips as he pistoned in and out of him.
He moved his hands downwards to fondle his ignored cock, feeling himself nearing completion as his balls clenched and with a shout, his come sprayed all over the bed-sheets and his stomach.
He slumped forward, his breath heavy as Harry continued to move in him, he felt hypersensitive and shivered as Harry found completion before falling on top of him, exhausted.
They stayed like that in silence, Draco content basking in the afterglow.
“Not bad, blondie,” Harry muttered, pulling out of him and rolling to the side. Draco felt his contentment shattered into tiny pieces as the reality of his actions finally hit him. He was used.
The newly made scar on his ear throbbed painfully.
Draco clenched his eyes shut, feeling a sob welled up in his sore throat as he felt the bed shift and the sound of water dripping not a moment later as Harry left his side. His emotions was a whirling tornado as disgust and self-deprecation welled up inside of him but yet, he enjoyed what had happened and by gods, he wanted more.
What was he doing?
Draco sighed morosely as he shifted and closed his eyes, falling into a fitful sleep.
He didn’t know how long he slept but he was wrenched from his slumber when a pillow connected with his face causing him to jolt up in alarm. “What the - !”
“Get up.” Harry muttered. His back was to Draco so he couldn’t make out his expression as he buttoned up a loose fitting shirt and tried – in vain – to fix his messy hair.
“What? Why? We haven’t been called for a mission.” Draco glanced at the blank screen near the corner of the room with a swift glance which assured him of his assumptions.
“No,” Harry began, slowly; he turned to look at him with a slight grimace as if what he was going to say was going to pain him. “I thought we could take a walk…to y’know…” He ended with an expectant look which said don’t make me say it.
“No, I don’t know.” Draco looked at him suspiciously, he had an inkling what Harry was trying to imply but he wanted the darker haired man to say it.
Harry sighed, “I’ve been thinking that since we’re going to be working together among other things,” he paused to shoot Draco a leer before he continued, “I thought that maybe…we could…”
“Yes...” Draco urged, feeling a small smile beginning to creep up on his lips.
“Maybe, we could go out and talk so…” Harry ended with a mumble looking disgruntled and reluctant.
“Sorry, didn’t catch that last part.” Draco said, cheekily, enjoying how Harry’s face turned a delectable red at his words.
Harry sighed and with gritted teeth, forced out, “Maybe, we could get to know each other.”
“Are you asking me out?” Draco asked, with raised eyebrows.
“See it as you want just get ready!” Harry snarled with a careless wave as he turned away from his partner and busied himself at his bed.
Draco felt something warm settle in his gut as he quickly got up to get ready, feeling giddiness well up inside him as he chose a simple white shirt and plain jeans. He tried not to fret too much on how he looked as he came up to the side of Harry, who was looking anywhere but towards the blond.
“You really want to get to know me?” Draco asked, quietly, his eyes glancing sideways towards Harry, almost shyly, to gauge a reaction from the other man.
Harry turned towards him and looked at him with an unreadable expression; he raised a hand and reached out towards the blond. For a moment, Draco thought he was going to strike him but was surprised when Harry only reached over to stroke his ear where the scar - his scar - was.
Harry face softened and he replied, “Yes, I would like that very much.”
It wasn’t everything Draco had hoped for but it was something so he would take it. Besides, the sex was bloody fantastic.
That was enough reason for Draco to grab a hold of Harry’s hands and allow him to lead him out of their room.
Fin.
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Date: 2013-03-16 08:37 pm (UTC)Good job! :)
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Date: 2013-03-17 07:56 pm (UTC)anyway,it was a nice read..thanks for sharing..^_^
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Date: 2013-03-21 11:48 am (UTC)Well done. Thanks so much for taking the time to write this.
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Date: 2013-03-29 10:04 am (UTC)This was utterly, sinfully delicious! *smirks* I love what you did with bad boy!Harry *fans self* I love the cat-and-dog dynamics between Harry and Draco. I love the sexy UST and I love the delicious sex scenes! *winks* I enjoyed reading this very much! Well done!
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