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Light of Heaven

by Draeconin

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Chapter Eighteen
When he woke, Draco found Harry's arm draped over his chest, which both created a warm feeling in the pit of his stomach, and annoyed the hell out of him. He wasn't a possession, damn it! And his Harry seemed to be forgetting that, lately. Malfoy's owned, they weren't owned - even if, technically, he wasn't a Malfoy any longer. At the same time, he liked the feeling of being cherished, and protected. There had to be a middle ground, and by the gods, he was going to find it - provided he didn't wind up face-down over Harry's lap, again. His lover really knew how to use his hands; even inappropriately. Still, there was something about being helpless in his husband's powerful grasp that... No! But that thought had already started making the resultant emotions evident in his body. 'Damned betraying body, anyway,' he thought, sulking.
Fortunately, Harry chose that moment in the blond's thoughts to stir, effectively distracting him from them. Harry turned more towards the delicious source of heat, drawing it closer to himself, nuzzling the slender, pale neck. Well, that didn't help the problem downstairs at all! Fortunately, the cure was the same as the cause. Draco pressed himself closer to the raven-haired man's body, silently demanding more.
"Mmmm..." Harry hummed. "What a wonderful way to wake up."
"You say that every morning," Draco reminded.
Harry grinned. "And I never get tired of it."
"What? Saying it?" Draco's tone was just bit snide, but Harry didn't mind - much.
Nuzzling into that creamy neck again, he replied "No; waking up to you."
Draco's heart turned to goo, but he refused to show it. "Getting in a rut, are we?"
Harry raised his head and looked into the silver eyes now below him. "What's got your knickers in a twist?"
"Nothing - not wearing any," the blond declared, grinning, rolling over to expose his arse, and prove his point.
Harry smirked back, letting the issue go, as his hands wandered down to caress his mate's firm, white globes. "Good thing, too, or I might drill a hole through them."
"Oh, promises, promises. You're all talk, Harry; no action."
The ex-Gryffindor raised an eyebrow. "That reminds me; I owe you a spanking from yesterday," he said, as he gave the arse he was caressing a light slap.
Hoping to distract his husband from that line of thought, Draco threw his arms around his mate's neck, kissing him deeply. Then he said "Oh, shut up and shag me, already."
Harry looked at his mate, then leaned over and captured his partner's lips in an open-mouthed kiss that Draco could have sworn sucked all the air from his lungs. Their foreplay was noisy and almost savage; mouths licking, biting, sucking, hands stroking, caressing, grasping, squeezing, arms crushing, before Harry finally arranged his mate to gain access to his entrance, and gently slid himself home. Then a slow thrusting tempo began, increasing rapidly, but lasting much longer than ever before, until Draco's mind was lost in a frenzy of pleasure and passion. He came twice before Harry finished, without his cock ever once being touched by anything but the occasional press of their bodies together the first time, and with his lover's hand wrapped around it and pumping him to completion, the second.
Harry's head sank onto the blond's chest, panting. Sweat dripped from them both, and Draco's contribution was slowly running off his belly and down his side, yet Draco couldn't bring himself to care. His husband was still inside him, and everything felt right with the world. He was even reconsidering his position on being 'owned'.
"When you've cleaned up, come to the dojo," called a voice. "If you still need to eat, please do not linger; we have a lot to do, today." The sound of a door opening, then closing, could be heard.
Both young men were as red as beets. "Ornei?" Draco queried.
"Sounded like it," was the reply, "and it seems within the scope of his sense of humour."
"We're not going to let him get away with this, are we." It wasn't a question.
"Definitely not."
"Harry?"
"Hm?"
"I love it, but you're still in me, and if we're to have lessons, we need to shower and get ready."
Harry grinned, remembering that one time on the trail, and thrust gently a few times. "You're sure?"
"Oh! Merlin! Harry! Stop that! Oh, shite... Or not..." Draco said, getting hard again.
Harry slid out of his mate, got off the bed, and held out his hand to help his partner up.
Draco half-glared at his husband. "That...was not nice," he said.
"Would you have rather had the spanking?"
Draco thought about it too long.
"I thought so," Harry said softly. "I rather enjoyed it, too."
Nervous, the blond said "Harry, I'm not sure I-"
"Neither am I, love," Harry said, interrupting, "but maybe some gentle exploration? I rather like your hands on my arse too, if more gently."
Draco changed the subject. Taking his lover's hand, he pulled himself up and stepped out of bed. "Shower, then breakfast. I'm not ready for this subject, yet." Harry nodded his acquiescence.
They went in the shower and helped each other wash off. In light of the new information his lover had vouchsafed, Draco couldn't resist soaping and washing the strong, tight, angular mounds of his mate's buttocks, even exploring the crack and tight hole, there.
"Draco?" Harry said, voice somewhat strained.
"Mm-hm?"
"Remember I said that every once in a while...?"
The blond looked up from his task to his mate in mild surprise. Then, tenderly, he left off his ministrations and moulded himself to his mate's back, his manhood raising its head yet again. Draco let it fall horizontally in-between Harry's butt cheeks and pressed himself tightly to his love, sliding it up and down the crevice, reaching around and playing with the darker man's nipples, running his hands over his torso, then down to play with the dark nest of hair low on his mate's pelvis.
Harry groaned his appreciation, but thrust back a bit in impatience. The blond veela took one hand from Harry's front to guide himself to his mate's entrance. It had been a while, so Draco entered slowly; too slowly for Harry's liking, who pressed back into the penetration, finally feeling that fullness he'd been missing. "Now, Draco. Do it now," Harry directed hoarsely.
The 'please' wasn't uttered, but it was present in the tone of his husband's voice and in his mind, and Draco set to the task of taking care of his mate's needs with utter enjoyment. Maybe he did need to be a little more open minded to other experiences than having his mate service him all the time, but he did love the feel of his husband on him, and in him. He grasped Harry's prick and started pumping it in time with his own rhythm. Despite the fact that he'd already had two seminal releases that morning, he quickly found himself reaching the peak again. "Harry... I'm...getting close," he warned. Suddenly, he found himself caught up in their mental/emotional bond, experiencing both Harry's and his own physical and emotional feelings. Soon after, the wave he'd been riding broke as he spilled his seed deep into his lover, the brunet's seed shooting across the shower and spilling over his hand at the same time.
Draco's knees buckled in the aftermath, and he found himself kneeling on the shower floor, Harry kneeling beside him, concerned.
"Are you all right?" Harry asked.
Draco looked into his husband's eyes, the green flecked with gold. He smiled, putting his arms around Harry's neck. "Yes, I'm fine. It's just... That was intense."
Harry gave a little grin. "Yes, it was. We don't make enough use of our bond," he said.
"Did you force it?" Draco asked, curious.
Harry frowned. "No, just...invoked it, I guess. I wanted to know... I was curious what it would be like now," he said, blushing.
Draco cupped his cheek and gently kissed him. "We must look a right pair, kneeling in the shower. We still need to eat and get to... What did Ornei call it - a dough-joe?"
"Something like that, yes. I'm assuming he means the training area," Harry replied. "So what would my wonderful husband like for breakfast this morning?" he asked, getting off the floor.
"Oh, so now that I've shagged you silly, I'm a wonderful husband?" Draco snarked, getting up.
Harry looked at him. "You know, if you were a woman, I'd think this was 'that time of the month' for you." His eyes widened. "Ah, gods, no... Pomfrey did say that you were fully capable..."
"Harry James Potter, I -"
"D'Lumiere," Harry corrected, foolishly.
"I don't give a damn! Whatever! But I am not some bloody woman, and I am not 'on the rag'! And if you think for one minute that-"
He didn't get any further. He was effectively silenced by a pair of lips that always managed to intoxicate him, despite himself. In a last gesture of defiance, just before he lost all willpower to resist, he kicked Harry in the shins - not that it did much good. Bare feet can't do a lot of damage, especially when there wasn't any room to put any force behind it.
When he released a dazed Draco, Harry grabbed an oversized towel and quickly, almost roughly, dried the blond off, then used the same towel on himself while Draco wrapped another towel around himself and went to put some clothes on. As he stalked out of the bathroom he tried to come up with a parting shot. "Don't think... Um..." He knew he should be extremely angry about something, but for some reason he'd forgotten just what - for now. With a little snort, he again headed for the common room. Harry was less than a minute behind him, water beading his skin where his quick toweling had missed, and dripping from his hair. He'd have to do a better job, or risk wetting his clothes and getting very chilled when they left their rooms.
"Eggs, pancakes, bangers, bacon, coffee and orange juice, please," Harry asked of the air when he came out of the bathroom, then continued on to their sleeping area, finding his husband mostly dressed. "Draco, love, I'm sorry. If you were a woman, I might not want you; and I most certainly want you and need you - just as much as I need air, water and food. You're my life; you know that, don't you?"
Draco paused, then continued dressing, remaining silent while he gathered the will needed not to forgive so quickly or easily.
"It's just... Well, Madame Pomfrey did say that you were fully capable of becoming pregnant - when we felt safe."
Draco spun around to face his mate. "So now you're saying I'm pregnant?" he demanded.
"What? No! But women have to get rid of unused eggs, so I thought maybe - but not in the same way..." Harry's voice trailed off as he realised he was just digging himself deeper into trouble with the blond. "Sorry," he whispered, walking off back to the common room.
'Shite,' Draco thought. 'I could deal with anything but this. I can't deal with him beating himself up; that's my job.' He reluctantly followed his mate out into the common room. Catching him up, he put his arms around his husband's waist, laying his head on the royal's shoulder. Harry just stood there, overlaying the blond's arms with his own, and gently holding his hands.
"I was being a bit difficult, wasn't I?" the ex-Slytherin asked.
"A bit," Harry replied softly, afraid he'd set his mate off again, but refusing to lie to him.
"You've been treating me as though I were a woman, Harry," Draco informed him, equally softly. "I might be able to bear your children, and I want to someday, but I most definitely am not a woman, and I won't be treated as one." He let go of Harry just enough to turn him around, then looked up slightly into those gorgeously green orbs, which were now slightly darkened in sorrow and confusion. "Do you understand?"
Harry frowned, slightly. "I'm not sure how I've been treating you like a woman, love, but I do know that I've hurt your pride, and for that, I'm sorry," he said.
Draco nodded, accepting that, and laid his head on the taller man's shoulder. "I'm not going to go into instances, but when you do it in future, I'll let you know," he said quietly.
Harry nodded. "Am I overprotective?" he guessed.
"I usually like you being protective, but you do tend to over-do it a bit," the blond admitted. "You need to let me fight my own battles, too." That said, he lifted his head to look into those amazing eyes again. "But you better be ready to rescue my arse if I need it!" he said, pertly.
Harry chuckled. "That's one part I'd save no matter what, love," he said cheekily. Then he ran out the door, laughing, while Draco's mouth was still hanging open in shock.
Harry looked up from the shuriken he'd been looking at when his mate finally entered the dojo. Draco's eyes were bright, his lips thin, and his face slightly pink, but all he did punch his still-chuckling mate in the arm and glare at him. "You're for it, lover - just you wait!" he said, whispering.
"But, sweetheart; baby-doll; you know I love all of you, don't you? I can't help it if you have a particularly luscious arse, now, can I?" Harry asked 'innocently'.
Draco blushed, looking over Harry's shoulder. Half turning, the raven-haired lad saw that they'd been overheard by their tutors - Ornei and Atalai were standing just feet away, grinning from ear to ear at their embarrassment.
"Well he doesn't have a tail, but I suppose, for a Veela, he has a decent arse," Ornei said, still grinning.
"If you weren't another species, I'd be getting jealous about now," Harry laughed, face still red, and pulling Draco to his side.
Atalai changed the subject. "I think we'll begin with seeing how much you retained of what you learned yesterday," he said.
Gratefully, Draco nodded at the tall 'Asian'. To the amazement of all four, both young men performed credibly. True, they needed refining and polishing, but they had retained perfectly the lessons of the day before.
Harry caught Ornei looking at them thoughtfully. "Yes?"
"Your muscles; aren't they sore?"
"No... But they should be, shouldn't they - after all that exercise?" Harry said thoughtfully. "Come to think of it, my muscles weren't sore after learning how to use my wings, either. Odd. Draco?" he said, to catch his mate's attention. Upon seeing that he had it, he continued. "Have you had any sore muscles at all since we've been here?"
Draco blushed. "Only-"
"I don't think that counts," Harry quickly interrupted, blushing in turn as he caught the imagery from his husband's mind.
Draco shook his head. "Then, no."
"Don't you think that's odd? We've been using our muscles as never before; first with flying, and then all those exercises yesterday. We should be half crippled, don't you think?" Harry asked.
Thoughtfully, the blond nodded. "I'd think so, yes," he replied.
"Then why aren't we?" was the next question, although he didn't really expect an answer.
Draco just shook his head in puzzlement, then shook the mood off. "Well, I don't know about you, darling, but I'm not about to worry because I'm not in pain."
Harry cocked an eyebrow at his mate. "Darling? Now who's being sappy?" he teased, then spoke on, happily. "But you're right! Why worry about what's not going wrong?" He hooked an arm around his lover's waist and pulled him into a kiss, ignoring their instructor's presence.
The blond's face had pinkened from being caught at his slip of the tongue, but he was relieved that Harry had immediately let it go instead of dwelling on it, so he allowed himself to be semi-publicly manhandled. After all, it was his man.
Things continued on in the same vein for the next six months, being joined from time to time by others who wished to learn one form of martial arts or another. They had strengthening exercises, limbering exercises, lessons, both educational and physical, and then cool-down exercises. Then it was 'home' to their assigned rooms to wash up, dine, enjoy each other's company for a couple of hours while they reviewed what they'd learned that day (it need hardly be mentioned that they enjoyed each other in many other varied ways, as well), then woke up the next morning, refreshed and with the previous day's lessons firmly implanted, needing only refinement to be perfect.
Still, neither Ornei nor Atalai seemed pleased. Rather, they were troubled by two things; the rapidity of the young couple's learning of their arts, and some - stiffness - in the way they moved. The katas and exercises assigned should have both young men moving with a certain grace and fluidity by now, and in part that was true. However he had caught both young men in short, almost negligible pauses in their movements - but even the slightest pause could make the difference between winning and losing in a fight. After conferring with each other, they decided to add yet another class to the boys' curriculum.

"You have got to be kidding!" Harry exclaimed. "BALLET?"
"And other forms of dance requiring strength and grace, yes; including various forms of sword dance," Atalai responded. "Your movements aren't smooth or graceful enough. You need to be able to move smoothly to increase the efficiency of your body's movements, and thus your defences and attacks. The exercises and katas we've been setting you should have done this on their own, but you have learned in six months what takes most three years to learn. I believe that this is what is at the root of the problem; you have learned too much, too quickly. And while you have integrated the knowledge into your minds and bodies extremely well, your muscles have, we believe, not been fully trained to go smoothly from one position to another."
Ornei took up the explanation. "We hope that dance will help your bodies learn to move smoothly from one position to another, and translate that over into what we are teaching you."
"It won't be that bad, Harry," Draco soothed. "It can be rather fun, actually."
Harry stared at his partner. "You know how to dance?" he asked.
"Harry, think! Malfoy? Aristocrat? Of course I was taught how to dance. I know the piano as well, though I'm not as proficient at that as I'd like."
Harry continued to gaze, wide-eyed, at his mate - and then a slow smile spread across his face, which rapidly turned into a rather mischievous grin. "Well, then, my darling sweet, why haven't you mentioned these clever qualities of yours before? You do realise that you'll be teaching me, don't you?"
"And that, Harry, is why I've not mentioned it before. I don't like fighting with you, and I just know that we will if you insist on this," Draco replied seriously.
"You both need lessons - someone overseeing you both to make sure that all movements are fluid,"Ornei broke in. "She should be here, soon."
"Alandal?" the ex-Gryffindor asked.
"No, although you may have met her while you were being shown our home," Atalai responded. "She's... Ah, here she is, now!"
Harry caught sight of a beautiful silver dragon with ice-blue highlights at the door, and then a young-ish woman with light-blond hair was standing there. 'If I weren't gay and perfectly happy being bonded to you, you'd have competition,' he 'said' to his mate.
Draco back-handed him across the stomach, causing Harry to utter an "Oof!"
'Okay, I deserved that,' the raven-haired man thought to his husband. 'Just don't get in the habit of it.'
The blond smirked. 'Would that make me a naughty boy?' he teased.
'You enjoy the spankings much too much,' Harry remarked. 'How about if I made you sleep on the divan instead?'
Draco looked at his husband in horror. 'You wouldn't!'
Harry raised an eyebrow at his co-husband.
Draco grumbled, but backed down. 'Competition, huh?' he muttered half to himself, looking at the young 'woman'. He hated her already.
Harry laughed, putting his arms around his seething, pouting husband. 'I said "if I weren't gay, and perfectly happy with you," my only love,' he reminded his jealous lover.
The blond looked at his husband, pouting, hurt to be teased on this subject. Harry felt it, and gave his bond-mate a long, passionate kiss. This was neither the time nor the place for it, but he didn't care; his mate needed reassurance and comforting. When they broke to breathe, they found all three dragons seated nearby, nearly identical looks of 'Well, are you going to mate, or attend to business,' on their faces. Harry burst out laughing at the picture they made. Then, of course, he had to apologise for keeping them waiting. He did not, however, explain anything to them.
"I'm Mortraia," the blond woman said, standing. "I take it you are Harry and...Draco?" she asked, looking askance at Draco, after speaking his name. "Interesting name," she commented questioningly.
"Not my idea - really!" Draco denied. "It was my father's (may his spirit burn forever) way of trying to ensure that I would turn out as twisted as he, I believe. I mean destructive, and..." he stopped, confusion written plainly on his face, and looking a little annoyed with his mate, who was laughing openly at him.
"That shovel has seen a lot of use today, hasn't it? It was my turn, earlier," Harry stated, chuckling.
Mortraia looked amused, and confused. "Shovel?" she inquired.
"You put your foot in it, and then keep digging yourself in deeper while trying to rectify the situation," the dark-haired man explained, grinning.
"Ah! Well, yes, that was - amusing," she said smiling, while looking doubtfully at the red-faced, but otherwise pale-skinned young man before her.
"You're to teach us dance, then?" Harry enquired, trying to change the subject in order to ease his mate's predicament.
Mortraia shook herself from her thoughts and turned to the taller man. "Yes. Ballet, sword dances, and dances based on other martial arts of various sorts. If you still need help after you've learned those... Well, you'd probably be hopeless, but I could try some other types of dance with you."
"I think you'll be pleasantly surprised, Mortraia, but I'll let you find that out on your own," Atalai said, joining the conversation. "You'll be able to conduct their lessons in their rooms. They're quite spacious," he added.
"Very well, then," Mortraia replied, then turned to the young couple. "I'll see you evenings, four times a week, for two hours. It's the only time I have. I've other duties." Her tone didn't allow for questions.
'Brrr...' Harry commented privately, to his mate.
'People called me 'The Ice Prince'. I hope I wasn't like that,' Draco replied
'Of course not, love,' was the reply.'Sometimes you were much worse!'
Draco's eyes brightened with tears. 'Harry - please don't. You hurt me when you talk like that.'
All traces of amusement left Harry's face. 'All this time... Triple bond, private telepathic link and all, and I find I still don't know you. I'm sorry, my love. And I think it's time we had a free day, just for you and me.' Decisively, Harry turned to the Asian couple. Mortraia had already exited the room, intent on her other business. "I'm sorry if the change of plans upsets something, but Draco and I need a day to ourselves." Looking at his mate, he added, "Maybe a couple of days." Something occurred to him, and he turned back to the two men. "Is there anywhere around here we could go shopping?" Draco's eyes had lit up when Harry informed the two dragons of his intentions, and now they almost glowed.
"Shopping?" Ornei said it as though he hadn't heard of such a thing before.
"Yes; where you buy things?" Harry was quite prepared to believe that dragons, even ones who could take human form, wouldn't know about shopping.
"I know what shopping is; I'm just not sure why you'd need to," the short 'Asian' replied.
"It's fun!" Draco interjected, daring them to contradict him. "And we're going to need clothing in which we can look good dancing. These robes just won't do!"
'I don't treat you like a woman, love; I treat you like a flaming pouf!' Harry teased. 'Just teasing, babe. It just endears you to me the more, to see you so...happy.'
'I 'heard' that, Harry! You were thinking 'so gay' - not 'so happy', and I saw that 'queen' reference, too, and it wasn't in reference to my being your mate!' Draco fumed.
Harry didn't reply right away. This was not the place for this discussion. "Ornei, Atalai, please think about places for us to shop? Draco and I have a slight...problem...to work out."
"I thought you might be talking telepathically," Atalai said knowingly, "but I understand. I'd like to talk to the two of you at another time about it, if you don't mind."
"Another time," Harry agreed, nodding.
"Draco, can we finish this conversation in our quarters?"
"I'm not sure I want to talk to you at all, Mister-Harry-smug-pants!" Draco replied.
Harry sighed. He privately thought that now his mate was acting like a twelve-year-old girl having a spat with her boyfriend, but he opened up their link on all levels, and flooded the other man with all of his feelings for him. All of them; the love, the tenderness, the lust, and the purely emotional need for the blond's presence in his life, but also the exasperation he was feeling right at the moment.
It took Draco entirely by surprise, and he unwittingly let down his shields, letting his mate get a good look at what was really going on with him. Suddenly he was in Harry's arms, being carried down the passageway to their rooms, and was being peppered with kiss after kiss, despite the blond's indignant struggles. After a few seconds, he realised the futility of it, crossed his arms over his chest, fuming, and let his mate carry him.
After Harry had let him down on his feet in their apartment, Draco got up in his mate's face. "How the hell did you get so much stronger than me?" he yelled. "I'm almost the same height, and I'm..." He paused, looking down. "Oh. The vampire quotient."
Harry nodded. "Probably. But I'm just happy that I know what has you so frustrated!" He crooked an index finger under Draco's chin and tilted his head up until he was looking into his mates softly silvery orbs. "It's not my fault, you know," he said, kissing him gently.
"I know," Draco admitted. "I just..."
"I know you've said you wanted to, but I didn't know you felt so strongly about it. You really want to have a child with me!" Harry grinned, then grew somber again. "I'm so happy that you feel that way, and so sad that we can't, right now. Unless..." The green-eyed Royal Veela started pacing.
Draco watched him, perplexed by this behaviour. Had his mate finally gone barmy? No, he'd have felt that. So what...? He sighed, and sat down. He'd just have to wait until his lover had worked things out in his own mind, then convince the raven-haired git that he really wanted to do things his way.
"Actually, we could," Harry eventually said, sitting next his partner. "We're quite safe, here. But if we did, we wouldn't be able to leave here until he or she was school age. I mean Hogwarts school age, of course."
The blond felt as though the ground had dropped out from under. His Harry had said that? The man had just plopped the most wonderful present in his lap - figuratively speaking, of course. If they decided to go through with this, eventually he wouldn't have a lap to speak of, but his instincts were screaming 'YES!' However, his rational mind had concerns about it, now that he was thinking instead of just feeling.
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