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A Vicious Tangle (Complete)	By : Tommy-Lane Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 13085 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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"Potter." Draco snapped as he entered the cubicle late in the day when most the office had already emptied, but there the man sat - his head in his hand, a file sitting idle before him as he stared at it tiredly with a wan expression. "Weasley gone for the day?"
Potter jerked to attention, spilling his pot of ink and cursing as it soaked the edge of his sleeve. "What?" He asked confused, spelling the mess away with a deep frown. "Ron? I believe so..." He blinked as he raked his gaze over Draco's rumpled appearance, his hair still an air dried mess from the ocean that morning, his cheeks flushed from the wandering walk he had just come from, and his shirt creased in odd places from all his fidgeting during the long day. All in all Draco knew he looked exactly as he felt - worn thin and close to cracking. "Something wrong? You look...weird."
"How kind of you to notice." Draco missed the coat hook but didn't bother to bend and retrieve his fallen cloak, instead he simply stepped over it - Potter's eyes going owlishly wide as he did so - and marched towards the desk. "And what does believe so mean? Is the man gone or not?"
"Are you ill?" Potter asked, his gaze jumping to the rumpled cloak on the ground and back up to Draco's face.
Draco waved away his skeptical concern. "Concentrate Potter. It's rather simple, Weasley, gone or not?"
"Gone." He answered, cocking his head in puzzlement. "Are you sure you're alright? And where have you been? You disappeared after - oomph." Draco had him up and out of his seat before he could even process Draco's movement around the desk - a steady hand tangled in his too damn alluring Auror uniform as he pressed him into the sleek filing cabinet, Potter's eyes wide and his arms made useless at his side by shock. "What -?"
It wasn't until that precise moment that Draco realized that this was exactly why he had trudged all the way back to the Ministry, why he had risked countless less than savory run ins with numerous officials, why he wasn't studying the memories he had seen, or most importantly why he wasn't standing in Pansy's overly ornate pallor with a sour taste in his mouth. He had pushed it all to the back of his mind and found himself here - Potter warm under his hand, Potter with his concerned gaze that was already darkening with the heat inside him, he was here because of Potter. "I hate this bloody uniform." Draco unfurled his grip and plucked at the buttons as he pressed his body closer, breathing in Potter's scent that made him dizzy instantly. He needed that now, needed Potter to wrap up his senses completely, needed him to calm the unsettled jittery feeling in his bones.
"You do?" Potter asked dazed.
Draco nodded, tugging the tails of the red and black shirt free as his lips found the skin under Potter's ear, the patch that was already marked due to the fact that Potter seemed to melt like butter whenever he was kissed there. This time was no different, the man's arms moving to wrap around his shoulders and his body slumping into his as his head fell to the side with a moan. "Too fucking tempting." Draco growled, dragging Potter's shirt off his shoulders until it caught on his elbows and just hung there like some obscene frame to his biceps that tensed and softened seemingly with every hitch of Potter's breath.
"Is that a compliment?" Potter asked then groaned as Draco spun them around and shoved him onto the desk, yanking the shirt completely from his body as he did so - one of the picture frames toppling precariously before crashing to the floor with a crack, neither of them bothering to even glance in its shattered direction. Potter caught himself on his forearms, his toes pressed into the floor as he gazed back at Draco with a hooded look that sent his blood boiling - the man's trousers already tenting obviously.
There was the sound of a door shutting and a laugh just down the hall. Draco lifted his eyebrow at him as he undid his own trousers, letting them hang open on his hips as Potter stared at his crotch. "Best be quiet." He said lowly, letting his own palm press and linger over his hardening member - the knowledge of who knew how many people near by adding to the buzzing in his head.
"Fuck." Potter breathed out, his legs spreading in an invitation that Draco didn't know if he thought through or not. But it didn't matter, he was on the man the next second, pressing him into the wood and kissing down his chest, his hand fitting under Potter's thigh and lifting his leg up until it rested on his hip. "Oh fuck." He repeated breathlessly, his hand threading through Draco's hair as the other hand reached up to grip the edge of the desk, his hips pressing up into Draco's.
"Ever thought about us fucking on your desk?" Draco muttered against his skin, Potter's free foot curling around his calf as he nipped at his nipple, smiling at the choked cry that forced itself from Potter's lips. Merlin knew Draco had often enough, in fact it had been Potter standing behind the wooden desk with his gaze fierce and his palms planted flat as they shouted at each other the first time Draco had ever really thought about him in that way. It had been a brief flash of desire to push Potter over it and shut him up in a crass way that would prevent him from making any coherent noise.
"All the bloody time." Potter arched and Draco glanced up with his lips sealed around the sensitive nub, smiling as he saw Potter bite harshly into his lip before gasping out a silent shout - the notion of not making any noise apparently something he was struggling with. It made Draco want to test his restraint.
"Turn over." He said with one last lick, straightening with the feeling of complete elation as Potter gave him a lustful look and did as asked, his hips bent over the desk with his arms reaching up to grasp the opposite edge - bracing himself. It was a heady experience having Potter so readily complying to his instruction, each time they were together compounding on the next until he felt nearly flooded with it, his eyes closing as he was forced to take a steadying breath.
When he opened them again, he wasted no time in yanking Potter's trousers and boxers down until the swell of his arse was visible, his hands splaying on the firm globes. Potter moaned and pressed back into his touch and Draco had to blink rapidly to keep himself collected. Merlin but Potter was like a drug, addictive and habit forming, poised to ruin his life forever if he wasn't careful. Running his finger between Potter's cheeks, he fumbled one handed with his own trousers until he managed to wiggle them down just enough to draw himself out.
"Need something to bite on?" Draco teased as he ran the tip of his cock over Potter's crack, pressing the already slick head against his tight hole with just enough pressure to elicit another heavy gasp and make him press his hips towards him as he spread his legs as wide as he could while still maintaining his position.
"Probably." He let out a shaky laugh, his spine curving as his rubbed his arse crack over Draco's cock. "Do you?"
"I have something." Draco whispered, his hands running up Potter's back and over his shoulders to drive his point home - biting into his creamy skin that smelled so purely like Potter was another thing he could add to the list of things he was growing obsessed with.
"Merlin Malfoy you better fuck me now." He said huskily as he shivered under the blondes touch, his shoulders tensing as his forehead hit the desk.
Grasping his wand that he had thankfully remembered to keep close at hand, Draco muttered a spell, his hand suddenly slick with lube as he stroked his cock with his finger pressed just past the tight ring of Potter's entrance. "You're not ready yet." He muttered, watching as Potter's hole fluttered around the small intrusion, a thin sheen of sweat already breaking out along the man's lower back, his thighs strained.
Potter shook his head quickly. "I am, just do it."
Draco wasn't sure why those little words sent arousal rushing through him or why it made his eyesight go unfocused until he managed to blink it way - perhaps it was the tone of Potter's voice, whispered and yet urgent, his arse lifting in offering. Or maybe it was the whitening of his knuckles on the desk or the way Potter's hole clenched around his finger in rapid repetition like he was desperate to be filled. But whatever it was, he hardly registered Potter's moan that he was obviously trying and not quite succeeding to silence as he pushed one slicked finger inside him, a second quickly following before Potter even had a moment to adjust.
"Want your cock, fuck, I want it now." Potter panted, his hips moving back on Draco's scissoring fingers.
Pulling his hand free, he lined himself up, gripped Potter's hip with one hand and his shoulder with the other, and pushed forward - the head meeting resistance since he wasn't nearly stretched enough but a moment later he was slipping through as they both let out a stifled moan. Then he snapped his hips forward, burring himself fully and making his balls slap against Potter's - the man's head shooting up off the desk as he sucked in a sharp breath - the unbelievable tight heat overwhelming and making every nerve in his body buzz with electricity.
"Oh god." Potter groaned. "You...gods."
"So you've said." Draco muttered before whispering a quick noise dampening spell that made the sound of skin hitting skin as he pulled out and pushed back in as well as the creak of the desk beneath them fade to a quieter pitch - still there to be heard but only if one was truly listening for it. With the sporadic noise of the nearly abandoned office around them and Potter's poorly stifled moans under him, Draco quickly lost himself in the feel of it - let the rhythm of insane tightness and cool escape coil through him, driving out the tension in his shoulders.
He watched Potter's bowed head, stared at the peak of full lips he could see whenever the man jerked his head after a particularly deep thrust, and worked at making that mouth fall into a perfect 'o' like it did whenever his cock dragged across his prostrate. He set himself the task of making Potter fall completely apart and thought of nothing else. He raked his nails down Potter's slick back, leaving red welts in its wake, grabbed Potter's cock that was nearly trapped against the wood and pulled.
Draco growled obscenities that made the man lose purchase of the desk several times, made the slim muscles in his back contract and his eyes squeeze closed, he pounded him and told him to cum and then bent down and sunk his teeth into his shoulder blade as he did so - his hand lifting to spread the mess over Potter's red arse when he gave all he had.
Then as he watched Potter's body twitch while he came back down, he finally gave into his own pleasure - snapping his hips forward quickly and biting into Potter's shoulder once more to keep from groaning out loud, his arms somehow sneaking under Potter's torso to press the man back into his chest. He panted into the Auror's ear and listened to the words the other was speaking without really hearing them, his leverage slowly slipping as he ground into the body beneath. But it didn't matter because a moment later and he was cuming.
If he could think straight he might have wondered why he always seemed to end up hugging Potter as he reached his peak. But he couldn't and honestly didn't want to, knowing that self-analyzing this would be a futile endeavor and wishing with a small part of himself that he could just stay like he was - burred in Potter with the man sticky and hot in his arms. Instead he relaxed his arms, slipped back fully onto his feet, and pried himself off of the other man - his lip curling in self-disgust at his ruined attire and quaking nerves as he tucked himself back away. He dragged a hand through his hair and all but collapsed back into the filing cabinet, watching through heavy eyes as Potter stood stiffly with a grimace, his hands just a tad unsteady as he pulled his trousers up over his debauched backside.
Potter's eyes were downcast as he retrieved his shirt and slipped it on, his fingers pausing over the last button before he finally looked up and caught Draco's eye - the look in them making his heart clench. "I take it the lead you rushed off to follow didn't quite go your way then?" He asked after a quickly muttered cleaning charm that washed over Draco as well with the feel of sandpaper scrubbing along his sensitized skin.
He forced away a visible cringe and deflated further against the cabinet, his energy sapped and with the last drop of sweat whisked off his body he felt the turmoil that had been plaguing him since visiting Blaise return in full force. He nodded and looked down at his hands, finding it suddenly hard to look straight at the other man. "In a way yes and no."
Draco saw Potter shift his feet against the worn carpet that the Ministry kept talking about replacing but never actually did. "Where did you go?"
"To see Blaise." He answered honestly.
"Why?"
"The girl in the memories or whatever the hell they are...she seems familiar and I was hoping that maybe..." He trailed off and Potter nodded when he glanced up quickly at him.
"Could he tell you anything?" Potter asked, thankfully forgoing the reprimand at having spoken in detail about the case to someone without clearance.
Draco didn't know how to answer that exactly, he also felt oddly enough like both laughing and crying as he was forced to think about that one fateful night so many years ago again. He was already resigned to the fact that he was going to be waking up from nightmares featuring both Nott and Pansy that night. "He pointed me in a possible direction."
"And you don't like where it leads do you?"
And there it was again, a small but blatant reminder that Potter knew him so very well - that he could read the minute reactions on his face, that he knew what the twitch of his facial muscles meant and why he kept rubbing his thumb over his middle knuckle in a nervous tick. He forced his thumb still and clenched his jaw, his face going slack. "No, not in the least."
"Not planning a trip to Azkaban are you?" Potter stopped his relentless fidgeting as he spoke in a dark, deliberate tone that told Draco that if the answer was yes that Potter was going to be at his shoulder when he did so.
"No."
"Parkinson then?"
Draco looked up sharply, unnerved by Potter's accurate guess. "How did you...?"
He shrugged, a forlorn smile tugging at his lips, an appalling look of sympathy entering his eyes. "The memory, she was a key part of it. She was the next step if nothing else surfaced."
"You were going to interrogate her?" Draco sneered, anger suddenly gripping him at the thought of Potter forcing her into a hard little chair and demanding she relive her nightmare - without so much as a word to Draco beforehand.
"Malfoy-" Potter sounded tired again, his hand rubbing over his face with his fingers pressing under his glasses and into his eyes. "I can't just leave her to you. You can lead it but I have to be there, you know that."
Draco desperately wanted to be obstinate, to protest that he absolutely did not know any such thing, but the downward slope of Potter's shoulders and the line appearing on his brow stopped him. He swallowed down his irrational anger and nodded, perhaps it would be better this way anyway. Perhaps having Potter there would smooth the road, if only a little, then again perhaps he was only fooling himself again. "Fine." He gritted out, resigned. "But we don't bring her in, we'll do it at mine."
"Alright, tomorrow?"
Draco agreed with only a smidgen of a sneer to his face as he did so, nervous about facing her and yet relieved about having a plan, the idea that he knew exactly where his next step would fall lending some peace to his troubled mind. Of course now that that was settled he was left with his back to the cabinet with Potter and the desk before him, blocking his escape. The uncomfortable silence pricked at him and he was just about to simply grumble a farewell and flee when Potter took a deep breath and spoke.
"So...dinner?" He asked after clearing his throat twice.
"What?" Draco's eyes narrowed in confusion, something that felt like apprehension settling inside him.
Potter leaned back against the edge of the desk with a small smile on his lips, his hand pushing his curls away from his forehead. "It's late, I'm hungry, and you look like you haven't touched a proper meal in days."
Well that was true, he hadn't, not really - but that really wasn't the point. He couldn't be bothered to notice that he was indeed hungry because Potter had just asked him to dinner and that sounded suspiciously like a...date. Draco had absolutely no intention of dating Potter, no matter how much one might have to squint to see it as such. "I don't-"
"We can take my bike." Potter plowed on. "It's parked out the visitor’s entrance."
Draco shook his head and opened his mouth to further decline.
"You can drive." Potter raised an eyebrow at him, smirking like the manipulative bastard he was.
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"How can you not like gin?"
Potter chuckled at him bemusedly from across the small table, their dinner plates nearly empty and the contents of the bread basket smashed to bits by Draco's nervous picking. Potter shrugged and sat back, his whiskey sour tipping innocently in his hand. "Why is that odd? Plenty of people don't."
"But it's you." Draco countered and frowned, knowing his argument was lacking but unable to figure out how to expand it - his head a bit light from the one to many drinks he had consumed. Merlin hanging around Potter was going to turn him into an alcoholic. And apparently severely lowered his inhibitions, his body leaning precariously towards Potter - towards his lips precisely - before he realized what he was doing and snapped himself back.
"Still not following." Potter smiled a little lopsided at the jerky, aborted movement - his tongue peeking out to wet his damn lips.
"Trees Potter." Draco explained, sticking the lime wedge between his lips and sucking out the juice to shut himself up before he pulled a Lovegood and slid under the table before proceeding to snog Potter senseless in the middle of the crowded restaurant.
"Right...trees." He mimicked him, his eyes shining bright as he leaned closer with his elbows on the table. "What about trees?"
"You smell like them." Draco confirmed after spitting out the useless peel - great now there was nothing left to suck on.
"...Okay." Potter was fully grinning now, the lip stretching expression making Draco scowl and bite into his abused tongue.
"And gin tastes like...trees." Oh god, he really needed to stop drinking - and talking - Potter so obviously overly enjoying Draco's lack of conversation skills at the moment. "So...there." He waved a wobbly hand in the air and frowned at the melted ice in his glass.
"So you're saying that your choice drink makes you think of me?" Potter asked, sounding far too smug. "Of the way I smell in particular?"
"I am simply pointing out the theme of trees, no need to get all sappy eyed at me." Draco grumbled, a blush stinging his cheeks.
"Sappy eyed?" Potter laughed. "You're rather pissed aren't you?"
Draco scoffed and ripped off a chunk of bread, holding the mutilated piece in his hand without any idea what to further do with it - since when was he so fidgety anyway? "Is it aftershave?" He asked instead of the stinging comeback he had vaguely planned in retaliation to the 'pissed' comment.
"Is what?" His nose screwed up in confusion, carving three wrinkles above his eyes, the sight of them nearly making Draco lift his hand to sooth them away in a complete lack of control again.
"The trees, Merlin Potter keep up."
"No, I don't wear aftershave. Do you camp a lot?"
"Camp?" Draco recoiled in shock. "Why the fuck would I want to voluntarily sleep on the ground, in the fucking cold when I have a perfectly warm bed in my lovely furnished home?"
Potter shrugged. "I don't know, you just seem to really have a thing for trees, surprising as that is."
"I don't have a thing for trees, I have a thing for the way you smell." Draco replied offhandedly before promptly clamping his mouth shut in horror. Fuck, did he actually just say that? Out loud and to Potter of all people? "I mean, not a thing, it's just...soothing?"
Potter was grinning widely at him as he leaned closer, his chest hovering over the table, the shadow of his evening stubble darkening his face and framing his lips that Draco was having a tremendously hard time not staring at - Merlin, but that mouth was begging to be kissed. "Soothing? That's what Luna said after she kissed me."
Draco scoffed and tossed the bread back down after crushing it into a smooshed ball in his fist, setting a glare on the much too happy man across from him. "That you remember?" He grumbled, not altogether sure why Potter recounting that odd little detail while grinning was making him agitated.
"Not only that." He clarified with a rather perverse spark to his eyes, making Draco's cheeks and ears pink once more. "So...do I?"
"Do you what Potter?" Draco asked, signaling the waitress and unwisely ordering another gin neat and a full glass of water.
"Taste woodsy, like gin?"
There was no way of knowing if his insides or his cheeks were hotter now, those words falling from Potter's lips with the way he was leering at him making everything feel like a damn broken furnace. It was a side of Potter he was seeing more and more lately and Draco couldn't help but label him Salacious Potter despite the fact that the boxes were beyond repair and it was all just a tad silly. But still, he needed some way to cope with it, to categorize it, and Merlin if he didn't feel his heart pick up whenever this particular Potter made an appearance.
"I wouldn't know now would I?" Draco ground out, taking a large sip of his freshened drink and letting it trickle down his throat slowly. It was invigorating having it burn down into his stomach with Potter staring at him, so close that he could smell him, so close that he could easily reach across and pull him over the table to meld their mouths together - sharing the liquor and thus insuring that Potter did taste like it whether he actually did on his own or not.
Potter's gaze dropped to the blondes reddened lips, the look a heavy thing that made Draco have to fight against the urge to reach up and touch his own mouth as it tingled under the man's scrutiny. He couldn't remember a time he had been so very aware of his own skin, his own lips, than in that moment as Potter swallowed thickly, his throat working visibly. "You could." He said simply, his voice thick and low.
"I think not." Draco tore his gaze away from Potter's face and looked down into his drink, wondering how he had managed to get himself into this situation - again. Blasted Potter and his damn motorbike. Yet despite the fact that he had kissed Potter literally everywhere else on his body he couldn't seem to gather the courage to do that. It made no logical sense but there it was. Not to mention the briefest kiss while they were soaked through in the ocean was still nearly tangible on his lips, the memory of that careful slide of Potter's mouth and the way he had gripped him during it all making his heart flutter maddeningly when he wasn't paying close enough attention to shut down the gut reaction.
There had to be something wrong with him considering that it was that damn barely there kiss that had him in knots and not the memory of having Potter spread over his own desk and speared on his cock. Well maybe that had a little to do with it but still...
"But you want to." Potter stated as he pulled from his wallet enough to pay for the meal, dropping the bills on the table as he stood quickly. Draco felt glued to the spot by a powerful sticking charm as Potter rounded the table and let his hand run feather light up his arm and over his shoulder, pausing to rest on his neck in a caress that sent shivers up his spine. "I can wait until you're ready to stop pretending though." He muttered in a voice that was just as intoxicating as his touch and then he was gone, leaving Draco to stare at his now empty chair and lick his own bottom lip as his heart pounded in his chest.
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