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by Phoenix Whitebirch (do not archive without my
permission)

Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction story, based on characters and
situations owned and operated by J.K. Rowling and Warner Bros. As a work of
fanfiction, it is done for love, not money.

Warnings: This particular piece of fanfiction is about gay sex and
magic. It rather explicitly describes an encounter between adult characters in
the Harry Potter universe. If this bothers you, or if your mother is going to
come after me with a kitchen knife for putting this where you can read it, do us
all a favor and hit that back button.

Many thanks: to Arwena and DC who were kind enough to beta-read this
for me. All errors are mine.

Rating: NC-17

Draco Malfoy lit the final candle, carefully dropping the match into the
brazier where it burned itself out. He turned to Harry. "Are you
ready?"

"Yes, I guess so," Harry replied uncertainly. He ran a hand through
his hair nervously. He was nude - they both were - and while the room was
comfortably warm Harry was not feeling particularly relaxed. He found himself
torn between nervous laughter at the unlikely angelic image of Draco, backlit by
the candles, the glow casting a golden aura around him, and wonder at how
beautiful this image was as it came to life and walked toward him. He wasn't
sure why he had agreed to this lesson, except that Draco had insisted. Harry was
loathe to refuse his lover anything that was in his power to give.

Draco took both of his hands in his own. He leaned in, kissing Harry lightly
and pulled off his glasses, setting them on the table next to their wands.
"Don't worry. It'll be fine."

"I know." Harry sighed and tried to relax.

Draco slid his hands up Harry's arms to the back of his neck. He touched his
forehead against Harry's. "You'll be fine." He released Harry
and reached for the incense. Removing the cork, he sniffed at it, evaluating.
"You have been practicing on your own, haven't you?"

"Yes," Harry replied, blushing. "You know I have."

Draco smiled deviously. "I know you've been locked in here by yourself
for an hour, twice a week for the last four weeks. Whatever you were doing
here..." He chuckled at Harry's embarrassment. "Silly. I believe
you." He sprinkled incense on the lit charcoal and stepped back as it
puffed smoke. "We're ready." He turned to Harry. "Come
here."

Harry cleared his throat, eyes stinging from the incense. "So what do we
do first?"

Draco sighed. "Sealing. Then we get to the fun bits."

"Oh." Harry picked up his wand.

"Not yet," Draco corrected him. "Let me start with
you."

Draco picked up his wand and touched the top of Harry's head.
"Sahasrara," he said.

An odd sensation tingled through Harry, like he was disconnecting from his
body, or perhaps his body was separating from the world. Yes, that would be the
crown, he thought vaguely. "Draco?"

"Shh." Draco stood with his eyes closed, focusing intently. He
touched the tip of his wand to the centre of Harry's forehead. "Ajna."

Harry felt his perception contract, so that he was suddenly aware first, of
the room, then himself and Draco, then only his own body, his breathing, the
blood rushing through his veins. It made him dizzy briefly, and then it passed.

"Draco, this feels very different."

Draco opened one eye in irritation. "Harry. Are you deliberately trying
to break my concentration? Of course it feels different. Does it feel he same
when I touch you as when you touch yourself? Of course not. Now close your
eyes."

"Okay," said Harry with some uncertainty. He closed his eyes, still
feeling dizzy and hoping he wasn't going to lose his balance and fall over in a
tangled heap. He let his arms rest at his side while he focused on calm
breathing. After a few moments he felt better.

Harry felt Draco touch his eyelids gently with the wand. "Oculi."

Harry remembered when they first began he had asked Draco why they had to
seal both the chakras and the various bodily orifices. "Avoiding energy
leakage," had been Draco's explanation. But then how do we move energy
between two people? he had wondered. "Contact creates the connection.
You'll see," Draco had assured him.

"Auri."

Harry focused on the sensation that trailed after each touch with the wand.
It was sometimes tingling, sometimes just a whisper, a light or color.

"Nasus."

"Os."

"Visuddha." As Draco touched the tip of his wand to his throat,
Harry felt a distinct swirling sensation that grew sharply stronger and then
faded to the background.

"Anahata" Harry felt a warmth blossom in the centre of his chest,
spreading rapidly to his fingers, his toes, his hair. It felt... it felt like
being loved. Being held and cherished. Harry's eyes rolled up in his head and he
swayed in position, but remained standing. He felt Draco pause a moment.
"I'm all right," Harry whispered, taking a deep breath to steady him.

"Manipura" Draco continued. The warmth was replaced by another
sensation as Draco touched a spot just below his ribcage. Safety. He felt safe,
and whole.

"Svadhisthana"

Harry gasped as a wave of desire swept through him. He immediately grew hard
and had to restrain himself from grabbing Draco right there and then. He didn't
have to open his eyes to know that Draco was smiling at that moment. "Evil
boy," he muttered quietly, shifting restlessly from one foot to the other.

"Penis," Draco continued, apparently unperturbed.

"Anus."

Isn't Latin grand, Harry thought ironically, attempting to remain cool and
unembarrassed. It was one thing to be doing this to himself, and quite another
thing to have someone else touch him this way. Not just intimately, but with a
magical purpose that was also intimate. The terms we've adopted into English,
and it all sounds so clinical. How could Latin have evolved into the Language of
Love?

"Muladhara." Harry suddenly felt everything contract and pull
inward. A vision sprang to mind, of a tree, it's roots digging deeply into the
earth below, drawing sustenance and stability from the ground in which it stood.

"Mani." The wand gently touched the centre of both hands.

"Pes." Draco knelt and touched the wand to both feet, and then
raised himself gracefully.

"Your turn, Harry. Or my turn. Depends on how you look at it, I
suppose." He grinned as Harry struggled to focus his eyes. "Are you
feeling all right?"

"Fine," Harry replied, slightly dazed. More than fine, if the truth
were to be known. Draco handed him his glasses and wand, and he put them on and
stood to face Draco. He couldn't help but smile at the vision and promise that
was Draco standing before him: hands hanging relaxed at his side, weight shifted
to his left leg, his shoulder-length blond hair hanging in loose wisps around
his face. Draco was already aroused, which Harry found comforting considering
his current state. This might not be too bad, Harry mused, his expression
relaxing somewhat. If he didn't develop performance issues, that is.

He raised his wand and gently touched the top of Draco's head, repeating the
same invocation and gestures Draco had used earlier. Not for the first
time, he wished they could just use their hands for this part. Somehow it seemed
to him that would make it less like a school exam and more like the loving
ritual it was supposed to be. After all, they'd been out of school for three
years now.

Draco stood relaxed and accepting as Harry performed the sealing on him. He
smiled as Harry touched his wand to the soles of his feet.
"See?" he whispered. "I knew you'd do just fine."

"So is it supposed to feel like this?" Harry asked, putting his
wand on the table next to the lightly smoking incense.

"Yes," Draco replied, pulling Harry in for a long kiss. "This
is just perfect."

They parted, breathing hard and trembling slightly. Draco took Harry's
right hand and lifted it to his lips, turning it so he kissed the inside of
Harry's wrist. He led Harry to the couch, where he sat cross-legged. Harry slid
his legs around Draco's back, nestling close enough that they had full body
contact from groin to chest. He wrappes ars arms around his lover and kissed him
passionately, sliding his tongue into Draco's mouth, where r tor tongues met and
caressed as their hands caressed each other's body.

Draco slid one hand between them, playing with Harry's nipples, first one anden ten the other, before trailing down Harry's stomach. The hand stopped as he
reached their erections which were pressed tightly together. Harry gasped as
Draco wrapped his hand around them both and whispered in his ear. He brought his
right hand to join Draco's, and their fingers danced as they stroked and pulled.
Their left arms were wrapped around each other, their lips tangled and seeking.
Their position allowed for very little movement at the hip, which was why Draco
had selected it in the first place.

This was where it would be different from his experiences alone, Draco had
explained. The goal of sex magic was invariably the creation of a significant
amount of energy, which could be used for many purposes. Healing,
transformation, union with the other - all of these are legitimate goals of sex
magic. Where goal of solitary sex magic is to keep the energy within the body,
sex magic with a partner seeks to circulate the energy between the partners. So
he had to open himself to the Kundalini, the energy of the rising snake. Harry
had laughed. "You would have it be a snake." Draco had insisted this
wasn't his invention but came from India in ancient times. "Like an
electrical circuit," Harry said, grasping at a familiar metaphor. Draco had
grudgingly agreed it was an apt comparison, once Harry had explained it to him.

So the goal would be to pass the energy they were creating between them, from
genitals up through the body out through the mouth, into the partner and down to
the genitals, and back out to the partner. The concentration required to control
this flow of energy would increase as they approached orgasm.

The harder part would be remembering not to come.

Harry was disappointed when Draco had explained that to him. "What's the
point, then?" he had huffed.

"This isn't about getting off," Draco had said, only slightly
irritated. "It's about control. You raise energy, you stop and breath it
through your body, then you raise more energy." He gave his lover a
half-lidded smirk. "Besides, when you do finally come, it's like nothing
you've ever experienced."

Harry had to agree, after practicing on his own, that Draco had a point. It
had been incredibly difficult at first, stopping when he was so close to orgasm.
But eventually he got to recognize the signals his body was giving him, and to
let go and just breathe. And the final effect was pretty amazing.

"Harry," Draco murmured, arching against him in an extremely
pleasant way. "Breathe with me."

Harry marvelled at the way it didn't matter that they'd been together five
years, making love to Draco was just as breathtakingly satisfying as it had been
when they were first together, in their sixth year at school. He reluctantly
forced himself to stop the movement of his hand and just relaxed against Draco,
releasing his limbs and letting them fall, his left hand pressing the small of
Draco's back. He breathed deeply, concentrating on pulling the swirling vortex
of energy from just above the perineum, up through the centre of his body, to
his heart, where he felt it expand to fill the space with a warm orange glow.
Draco's lips were on his, warm and inviting, and he took another breath. As he
breathed out, he felt the energy swirl from his heart, up his throat, into his
mouth, and out to Draco.

By unspoken agreement, they resumed movement, restlessly stroking one
another. Harry wasn't sure whose voice was whose anymore. He was finding it hard
to tell where his skin ended and Draco's began. He ran his thumb over the
head of Draco's cock, eliciting a gasping moan that suddenly increased his own
sense of urgency. "Draco," he gasped. "Stop."

Draco immediately tangled his fingers with Harry's, pulling their hands away
from an increasingly tempting prize. Harry felt him breathing, chest expanding,
arms trembling slightly. This was much more difficult than controlling only his
own responses, though their position helped by restricting movement. He closed
his eyes and breathed deeply, struggling to remain immobile as he felt the
inevitable rush and pull of sexual tension fade and withdraw, somehow
solidifying at the base of his spine. Up, he thought, and he felt it
rise, up through his body, fast and hot, until it reached his throat. As he
exhaled, he felt it pass to Draco, who accepted it willingly, lovingly.
Harry was startled to feel a warm tingle at his genitals, a buzzing that changed
as it seeped into him, through his skin, into the whirling vortex deep within
him. It tasted, felt, sounded... like Draco. The sensation was difficult to
describe, and impossible to separate from what he was feeling himself. He opened
his eyes, meeting Draco's gaze. What is this? he asked silently, amazed at the
blurring of boundaries between them. Is this you?

Draco smiled, his eyes slightly unfocused. "That was perfect, Harry.
Remember, just do exactly that next time."

Harry nodded. "I'll try," he gasped as Draco lightly ran his
fingers along Harry's sides. "I don't know how long..."

"It's all right," Draco kissed his way from one side of Harry's
mouth to the other. "You'll do fine. Just relax and let it flow through
you."

Harry murmured something intelligible as his hand crept back to their
erections. He opened his mouth to Draco's kiss, his eyes falling closed, heavy
with pleasure. The tension of unfulfilled climax flowed slowly back into them,
filling them like dark, heady wine. It was intoxicating.

He lost count of the number of times they drew close to that pinnacle before
deliberately pulling back from the abyss.

It was like surfing, or how he imagined surfing would be. Each wave raised
them higher, and he was wondering if eventually they would reach the heat of the
sun blazing above them. He thought, somehow, that it seemed inevitable that they
would. They stopped at each pinnacle, and to his surprise it actually got easier
to control, to avoid that sudden rapid descent that would send them crashing
back to the world below. Each ascent became more intense, and came quicker than
the one before.

The heat was blinding. As another wave lifted him, Harry was overwhelmed as a
rush of fire flooded through him. He felt he was floating, holding perfectly
still, with fire streaming through him, from Draco to himself and back to Draco
again. He vaguely heard Draco murmur something but wasn't entirely sure he had
spoken or if he'd heard the words in Draco's head.

"Now, I think, would be good," Draco whispered, his breath tickling
Harry's ear.

As the wave carried them upward on their final ascent, Harry felt his
perception turning inward, contracting and then suddenly expanding in a blaze of
light and colour, leaving him with no sense of himself as a separate being.
There was no "self" or "other" anymore, he had become
only... perception. All his attention was captured in this one perfect moment
when the boundaries between he and his love dissolved into shared pleasure,
their energies intermingled.
Harry felt distinctly odd when he finally recovered some sense of himself. He
looked at Draco, who was lying sprawled across him in an uncharacteristic
posture of complete relaxation. "What the hell was that?" he croaked,
surprised at the sound of his own voice.

"Nirvana." Draco smiled but otherwise didn't move, didn't even open
his eyes.

"Hm." Harry sniffed. "Smells like teen spirit."

"I'd hit you, but that would require movement." Draco's smirk grew
even broader. "And we're not teens anymore."

"Seriously, Draco," Harry wrapped an arm and one leg around his
lover and rolled them over, pillowing his head on Draco's shoulder. "What
was that? I still feel... weird. Like I'm not all here."

Draco opened his eyes and looked him over. "I think you're all there.
Shall I check?" He slid his hands down Harry's stomach and gently cupped
his genitals.

"Hm. Evil boy." Harry hummed contentedly. "Feel free to check
me out all you like. But answer my question seriously this time - what has
happened to me? I really do feel different."

"You should," Draco observed as he leaned over to lick Harry's
collarbone. "You've been disassembled and put back together. Ego-boundary
dissolution is the technical term."

"But that's not all." Harry raised himself on one elbow and
examined Draco. "Something's different. I... I feel like something's
missing."

"So, what is it?" Draco asked him gently, kissing one corner of his
mouth and working his way over to Harry's ear. "What's missing,
Harry?"

Harry fell back against the bed, frowning in concentration. Draco pulled away
slightly, hand sliding over his stomach, as Harry turned his attention inward.
What was missing? He examihimshimself from the inside, found his strengths and
insecurities, his loves and hates, his fear... "Oh my god."

"Have you figured it out?" Draco asked calmly.

"You knew," Harry said accusingly. "You knew this would
happen."

"It does, sometimes. Not always."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Would you have gone through with it, knowing?" Draco looked at him
sharply. "You've become very attached to your pain, you know."

Harry was silent.

"Sex magic can have more than one focus." Draco continued to trace
patterns on Harry's stomach, his fingers warm. "Sometimes people find
healing."

"I don't mind," Harry breathed, taking Draco's hand in his own and
interlacing their fingers. "It's a wonderful gift. I love you."

"I know." Draco squeezed his hand and kissed him.

"Is this permanent?"

"Healing? Well, sometimes it takes more than one session to completely
rid the patient of all their pain. You know, post-traumatic stress and
such..." Draco smiled and shrugged.

"I could do this again," Harry agreed, pulling Draco onto him.

"Harry," Draco murmured against his lips.

"Well, maybe not just this second." Harry admitted ruefully. Then
he frowned as a thought occurred to him. "Are there side-effects? Not that
I don't love you to pieces and all, but I don't want our minds co-mingled for
all eternity. I kind of like being my own person."

"Hm. That's a good question." Draco kissed along Harry's jaw line
and down to his neck. "Theory says that the ego-boundary is an extremely
strong human feature, and that its morphogenic field will cause it to re-form on
it's own." He nipped and suckled at Harry's neck. "This could require
some additional research."

"Research?" Harry tilted his head to allow better access.

"Mm-hm. Reading. Experimentation. You know."

"Oh. Well... as long as it's for science..."

"This isn't science, Harry. It's magic."

"Same thing."

"If you say so."
~fini~

References:

Sex Magic:
1. Article from Thee Temple ov Psychick Youth (sic) on Tantric
  Masturbation (written by a woman) http://www.sacred-texts.com/eso/topy/xmit2.txt
2. Tantric
  Masturbation from the Gay Men's Tantric Masturbation group based in San
  Francisco, CA http://www.tantricmasturbation.net/WhatIsIt.html?34,25
3. "Ecstatic
  Ritual: Practical Sex Magic" by Brandy Williams. (ISBN: 1853270512)
4. "Cultivating
  Female Sexual Energy" and "Cultivating
  Male Sexual Energy" by Mantak Chia & Maneewan Chia. (Different
  approach and techniques for men and women.)
5. "ESO:
  Extended Sexual Orgasm" by Alan & Donna Brauer (technical but
  useful)
Other:

What's a morphogenic
field? (See also, Rupert
Sheldrake.) In short, things are the way they are because they are
habituated to their state of being. http://www.mythologem.com/morphogenics/
and http://www.sheldrake.org/
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