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Political Axes	By : Rettavex Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 12136 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Political Axes
- 2-Ch 1
- 3-ch2
- 4-Ch3
- 5-Ch 4
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- 17-16
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A/N: Sorry this has taken a while to get up. RL takes control every now and then.
To KittyMeowMaxwell--Thanks for the encouraging review. So thoughtful.
To Thrnbrooke: Yes, it seems strange, but in my mind H & D just don't go into commitment lightly. They both would have serious baggage (not the least of which being childhood animosity and distrust). I think that by allowing one another the freedom of an open relationship they may inevitably be drawn closer. At least that is what my muse told me. I was drunk at the time, but I think the idea has some merit :)

Wouldn't you like to know if their relationship stays that way? Keep tuning in...
PLease review if you get a moment. Also, a big hug going out to Slyth who has been ever so kind to assist me with Beta help.

The water was the perfect temperature and Draco felt perfectly replete, his backside smarting and loose from the serious banging he had taken. He was content to let the water wash away the stickiness, while he basked in the tender, appreciative, soapy strokes Harry was making up and down his torso. Each caress from was imbued with a guilty gratitude, love and a bit of awe. Draco could feel it, as Harry began massaging shampoo into his long locks.
�Stop it,� said Draco, turning away and washing the shampoo from his hair, gathering the long hair in sections to ensure it was thoroughly cleansed.
�But you love it when I wash your hair. What�s the matter?� Harry laid a tentative hand on Draco�s shoulder, while the other reached up to help rinse the cascade of hair flowing down Draco�s back.
�Not that. I mean this guilt-ridden, sensitive routine you are giving me. I told you I wanted it,� said Draco, his voice heavy with exasperation.
�Did you see the water when we first got in?� Harry cast his eyes downward indicating Draco�s nether region.
�Yes, Harry. I saw it.�
�I�m sorry,� Harry muttered towards the floor of the shower.
�No need. I am not hurt. Not in any way that matters. Besides, it was only an itsy trickle.�
Draco embraced Harry and whispered in his ear, �I expect nothing less after being fucked so superbly raw against the bathroom sink. Besides, I like it when you take control, you know that.�
Draco gave him a firm slap on one arse check, a little smirk playing on his still slightly swollen lips, before turning back towards the shower head to condition his hair.
�I don�t want to ruin us,� said Harry into Draco�s back, a wounded look gracing his face.
Draco could not help but be stunned when he heard Harry�s fear. He was glad he was facing away from the man, or he would have been a little shamed at the guppy impression on his face. With conditioner still coating his hair, he turned and leveled a curious look at his lover.
�You think a little rough sex will ruin us, Harry? That�s�I don�t understand. We�ve had a pretty wild ride so far. I don�t recall either of us being chaste by any stretch. I also remember several hardcore bouts between us along with a few of our playmates over the past year. Explain this, please.�
Harry leaned back against the far wall in the shower, his dusky nipples standing erect as his wet skin cooled. He gave Draco a long, searching look before speaking.
�Yes, we have had a bit of a wild run, but I think more of you than that. I love sex�you know that. In the beginning I needed the freedom to explore; I needed to stretch a bit to learn what my body liked. Sow some oats, if you will. Then, when I realized how I was when I topped, how I used sex to release every pent-up emotion from anger to sadness to joy I got afraid.�
�Of what?� Draco reached out and trailed a wet, pruning finger along Harry�s brow.
�I like it too much. The power and control I feel when I have your willing body beneath me. It�s a bit dark, Dray. Sometimes it is all I can do keep from using both my body and magic to bend a body completely to my will. It would be so easy to truly break someone. I know this.�
Draco arched an eyebrow at that statement. �But yet you have not. That�s not you Harry. Your power is so raw, so visceral. It makes me shiver just thinking about it, but I trust you implicitly. You�ll never allow it to control you, Harry. You may slip now and again�maybe� but you are too strong a wizard to let your magic control you, dark desires be damned.�
�I hope I never do. Still, it�s like there is only the thinnest barrier keeping me from giving in to it. One of the reasons I was so willing to have such an open relationship was because I never wanted you to feel used or degraded, or hurt. I hurt a few of them, not too badly and not on purpose, because I couldn�t contain my magic once we got really worked up during sex.
�All the others I just used to make due, to ensure that I would not overburden you with my needs. Don�t get me wrong, I enjoyed the hell out of it, but they are not you. You are every bit my equal, Lord Draco Malfoy. Your mind, your magic, your heart, your soul all call to me in a way I can�t really explain. You get me. When I hear your voice I am instantly calmer. I trust you to help me do what is best. That�s why we have lasted, even with the history of schoolboy fighting, the war, the thing with Ginny and the casual sex.�
�Where is all this going, Harry?� Draco soaped a flannel and began washing Harry�s chest and arms, trailing the washcloth down each finger individually.
Harry took a deep breath, bowed his head again and spoke into the floor.
� I�I would never want to presume I could be enough for you. Hell, I come with a lot of bullshit, I know. Still, I sometimes wonder if maybe�maybe it�s time we tried something different. Maybe it should be just us for a while, no one-offs.�
It was said with such fear, such uncertainty that Draco was caught off guard by the suggestion.
�Are you saying this because you feel guilty for the bruises or the hard sex.? Do you think that this is a way to get back in my good graces?�
Harry was quick to deflect that allegation, taking Draco�s hand firmly in his and looking him dead in the eye.
�No. No, I promise. I would not cheat us that way. I guess with everything that has happened to Syl and after Voldemort, I expected my life to be� more. I expected my friends and family to finally be safe. When I think that we could be ripped apart by some new unknown fuckwit of the day, I guess I just want to be as close to you as I can, while I can. Is that wrong?�
Harry was handing Draco something that he had only daydreamed about here and there. Their open sexual relationship had truly never bothered Draco. He knew that he had Harry�s trust and heart. He didn�t care where his lover stuck his dick on occasion so long as it made a hardened appearance in their shared bed regularly. Yet, he had always hoped a little that someday they would get their fill of that setup and close off their relationship to others. He never expected it to be on offer so soon.
�Listen, Harry. You are in a strange place right now. This whole attack on Syl gives me a bad feeling too, but I don�t know if this is the right time to change what we have. It�s a normal reaction when you lose someone, or when a loved one is hurt, to want to bring your circle in tighter. Yet, I am not sure you�ll be happy making the decision out of fear of losing me.�
Draco�s voice betrayed none of the emotional turmoil he felt as he made a half-hearted attempt to dissuade Harry from taking such a substantial step. Deep inside he wanted to launch himself, dripping hair and all, into his lover�s arm and dot his face with sloppy kisses while shouting his consent to monogamy.
�That�s not why I am doing it. That�s part of it, sure. I know that I love you and I want you, always. I�ve grown weary of sharing. I want and need you in my life. You make me better, Draco. If Ron is my right hand, then you are my left and then some.�
Harry pulled him closer. Holding the blond�s head between both hands, Harry pressed his mouth to Draco�s in a sultry kiss, begging and pleading for acceptance. The kiss, all tongue and warm breath lasted several minutes. Soon Draco was barely thinking straight.
Draco wanted a commitment with Harry more than life itself, yet he wanted Harry to come to him for the right reasons. Was this it? Could this be enough? Would Harry regret closing off the pipeline to casual sex the next rough day at work? If one thing was sure to set Harry off on a sex bender it was stress, and his life had that in overabundance.
�I tell you what, take the day, go see Syl and the team. Sort out that business. Think on it. Sleep on it, even. There is no rush. I am not going anywhere and neither are you, if I have anything to say about it. Decide later. I�m open to this idea of us, always have been truth be told. I want it, but I�m not going to be a stitch for some shallow wound. I demand a hell of a lot and you know it. Don�t be deceived into thinking I will somehow become more malleable.�
Harry nodded at the hint of warning. Draco was setting what was no doubt the first of many terms to come regarding his expectations of Harry in their relationship. That would all be hashed out day-by-day, as it had been in the beginning. Harry and Draco both knew, without having to discuss it, that if they agreed to close off their relationship that they would begin as they meant to go. It would be whole-hog or not at all. There would be no weaning period.
Seeing the acknowledgement in Harry�s eyes, Draco began rinsing the conditioner out of his hair, the water sluicing down his ivory skin. His chest, hips and thighs displayed slight bruising from being pinned and restrained. The sight stirred something primal in Harry. These marks were his and his lover had taken each head-on without buckling in the slightest. To Harry it seemed as if Draco was proud of the marks. The way his hands unconsciously ghosting along each marred patch of flesh, a satisfied little smile on his face.
It made Harry want Draco all the more. He knew his lover could withstand even the most savage fucking�so long as there was love between them�and come out in the end with that unshakable Malfoy dignity in tact. Oh, he would put this man through his paces many nights, but he would also take care of him and protect him as one would a priceless gem. Each and every day he found more and more reasons to be enamored with the man that he had taken to calling Little Dragon.
Harry, unable to refrain from touching his lover, pressed his pelvis into Draco�s arse. He shifted a little from side to side, managing to slide his growing erection between Draco�s cheeks, which were slippery with the remnants of conditioner that had been rinsed down Draco�s back. �You showed a stout heart at the sink, Little Dragon. Sore much?�
�Nothing a little dollop of healing salve and a sip of pain potion won�t fix.�
�Hmm. Then maybe I shouldn�t do this,� said Harry as he lowered himself to his knees, pulled Draco�s cheeks apart and began softly tonguing the bruised orifice.
�Oh, Harry. More.� Draco bent slightly at the waist, bringing his hands forward to brace himself against the shower wall.
�Yes, love. I�m going to make it all better. I�m going to slick myself with healing salve and fuck you again, slowly and tenderly.�
�Merlin!� was the only thing Draco could say as his brain began melting at the thought of Harry making slow love to him, healing him in the process. It was enough to make him come on the spot, which he did.
�I think you liked that. Ready for another round?�
�Anytime, anyplace, Potter.�
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