Blue Ecstasy | By : GryffindorToy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3126 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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A/N: Second chapter. The Drarry picks up a bit from here on. I’m disappointed with
the lack of reviews… *sad face*
Chapter Two
~II~
He walked down the streets of London,
desperately seeking something- anything- that could entertain him, even for a
brief moment in time. So tired of his daily life he was, that he had begun to
look for new and interesting things to do in muggle
London, of all places. However,
anything was better than being stuck in a room with a gaggle of snobby
aristocrats discussing politics and the bloody weather…
When his father had been taken to
Azkaban, he’d become the patriarch of his family, assuming all of the
responsibilities as such. And it was abysmally boring. He found himself missing
his days at school. There was always something fun to do, then.
He never thought he’d see the day,
but he suddenly found himself missing The Golden Trio… He shuddered at
the thought and quickly corrected himself. He missed Potter. That was a
thought he could at least tolerate. He hadn’t seen or heard anything about the
boy in years, which he thought to be a bit odd. It was like Harry Potter had
simply disappeared from the world.
Which he found to be terribly
upsetting for some reason…
Potter had been one of the few
constants in his life. Every year, every day was the same. They scowled, they
sneered, they yelled, they fought, they dueled… nothing changed between them.
Even at the end, when the Dark Lord was finally dead, he’d shown nothing but distaste
for the Malfoy heir.
Draco
felt a strange pang as he remembered the look on Potter’s face when he’d seen
him at a Ministry function a few months afterward. That pathetic attempt at a
scathing glare, which had only served to make him look even more miserable and
the emptiness he’d seen in those once bright emerald eyes.
However, he shook it off and
changed his mind’s path. What could he do to ease the boredom for the night? He
could always find some pretty little thing to fuck into oblivion… Yes. That seemed
a rather nice way to spend his evening. And he knew just where to look.
He made a beeline for the place
that had been deemed simply “The Club”, smirking at his own brilliance.
Thankfully, the streets were mostly deserted at this time of night, with everybody
either already inside various clubs and bars or heading home with their
companions for the night. It wouldn’t do to run into anybody he could possibly
know. As he passed a particularly dark alley, he heard a noise that made him
pause. Was that a moan?
He waited for a moment, debating
over whether or not to just move on and had almost decided that must’ve been
his imagination when something else peeked his
curiosity to a dangerous level.
“Please… not here…”
Quirking an eyebrow, he turned and
gazed into the dark recess, gasping when his eyes adjusted. There, practically
in plain sight, a tall, muscular man with sandy hair was leaning over a much
smaller, lithe dark haired figure whose hands were pressed against the wall.
The smaller figure was obviously male, as his clothing was in a certain amount
of disarray and his cock was bouncing and leaking as the other man fucked him
senseless against the dirty brick wall.
The sandy haired man looked up at
his gasp and gave a sadistic grin. He leaned forward a little more until his
mouth was next to his partner’s ear and said, “We have a visitor…”
The smaller figure lifted his head
and locked gazes with Draco, his mouth falling open
in shock as he managed to gasp, “Malfoy?”
Draco
stumbled back a step, unable to tear his eyes away. The dazzling emerald orbs
that were staring back at him, darkened with lust, were absolutely
unmistakable.
“Harry…” The man’s given name was
torn from his mouth as he struggled to regain his composure. He wanted to stop
watching, to leave, to run far away and forget what he was seeing. But no
matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t do it. And so he stood there stupidly,
watching with what was probably the most undignified expression to ever grace
his features.
Surprisingly, Harry didn’t move to
cover himself, didn’t make the man stop. He held Draco’s
gaze for what seemed like an eternity before the other man decided to draw his
attention back to their activities with a particularly brutal thrust and his
eyes slipped closed as he threw his head back in a silent cry.
“You know that person?” the man
asked, his voice low and husky.
Harry could only nod and gasp out,
“From school…”
“Perfect… he seems to be enjoying
the show, don’t you think?”
Harry shook his head lightly. “No
way…”
“Oh but he is. And I think you’re
enjoying it just as much…”
He shook his head more vehemently.
“No… I’m not… Darius! Please…”
Darius increased the force of his
thrusts until Draco was sure that Harry would break,
however the man just kept begging and pleading for more, more, more…
“Liar…” Darius growled, reaching
around to grasp Harry’s cock in a firm grip, stroking it in tandem with his
thrusts, “Just look at how wet you are. You love having your old school mate
watch you like this, don’t you? Such a perfect little whore…”
Harry couldn’t contain a moan at
his words and Draco was shocked that the once Golden
Savior would be so turned on by such- dirty talk.
“God… Darius…” he groaned.
“He’s still watching you, Em. He knows what a slut you are, now. And you are, aren’t you?”
Darius said, his thrusts becoming faster and more erratic as he approached his
climax.
“Fuck! Yes… I’m a slut… a dirty
little whore…” Harry gasped arching his back and pushing against the man,
meeting his thrust for thrust, desperately seeking his own small form of bliss,
“It’s so good, Darius! I’m so close… so- fucking close…”
Darius reached with the hand that
wasn’t pumping Harry’s cock up to tangle in the man’s raven locks. He yanked
his head back, hard, and leaned forward to bite his neck, drawing blood as well
as pushing Harry over the edge. Draco watched as his
once school rival bit down on his bottom lip and came with a muffled scream,
pulling Darius’ orgasm from him, as well.
He watched as the man pulled out
and carefully slipped the used condom off of his softening cock and let it slip
to the ground and Harry fell forward against the wall and sank to his knees,
breathing heavily. He watched silently as Darius stroked Harry’s sweat soaked
hair away from his forehead, planting an affectionate kiss on the exposed skin.
He then watched in horror as the
man place a fat wad of money into Harry’s hand.
“I- can’t take this. I’ll get in
trouble,” Harry breathed, shaking his head and trying to give it back.
“I already paid Cole in advance,
and told him I wanted to give you a little something extra,” Darius said, “He’s
fine with it. You won’t get into any trouble. If you want, you can consider it
a bonus for your- dedicated work.” The man smirked a bit and Harry smiled up at
him.
“Thanks, Darius. Same time next week?”
Darius nodded and turned to leave,
catching sight of Draco still standing- well, leaning
against the wall, more like- and he grinned, approaching him. “Hope you enjoyed
the show. Feel free to come and watch anytime…” he said as he passed.
And then it was just Harry and Draco in the dark alley.
Harry stood and righted his
clothing without so much as glancing at Draco,
stuffing the money into the pocket of his tight jeans. When he, too, turned to
leave and saw the blonde, his eyes went wide in recognition. “You… you were-
you saw- and you heard! Shit!” He suddenly fell back to the ground and
retched violently.
Without understanding why, Draco rushed to his side, rubbing soothing circles on his
back, wincing when he saw the blood trickling down the man’s neck from the bite
wound.
Harry shrugged him off. “I’m
fine…” When he tried to stand again, though, he stumbled and Draco had to catch him.
“Where do you live? I’ll take you
home,” he said, genuinely concerned for the man he had once proclaimed to hate.
Harry shook his head. “I can make
it on my own…”
“Damn it, Potter, you can barely
stand on your own!” Draco exclaimed, “Just tell me
your address and you can go home.”
“You don’t have to help me,” Harry
stated quietly, “I’m alright… this just happens sometimes… when I’m coming
down…”
He looked up and met Draco’s gaze and he gasped. The man was on drugs!
This immediately sent him into a flurry of worry and anger and frustration. Why
should Harry Potter, of all people, feel the need to take drugs? What had he
taken? Was he overdosing?
“Potter, what are
you on?” he asked flatly.
Harry smiled a bit. “Something
really, really good…”
“That doesn’t answer my question,
you bloody twit! Now tell me, so I know what to say to the doctors when I get
you to a hospital,” Draco said.
Harry turned quickly and if it
weren’t for Draco’s strong arms and quick reflexes he
would have toppled over. He clutched at Draco’s shirt
and his eyes were pleading. “No hospitals. I told you, this happens sometimes
when I’m coming down. Especially when I haven’t eaten anything all day… it’s
fine.”
“Then I need to get you home, so
tell me your address,” Draco said, quickly becoming
irritated.
“No,” Harry replied simply.
Draco
growled. “Have it your way, then.”
He clutched Harry to his chest and
apparated them out of the alley and directly into Malfoy Manor. When they arrived with a sharp crack, Harry
had passed out. He grimaced. That was probably a bit much…
He quickly called for a house elf
and had them prepare guest rooms for the man and asked that they alert him the
moment he awakens and carried Harry up the stairs. Once he’d been settled into
the bed, Draco retreated to his study to have a much
needed drink and do some thinking. Particularly about exactly when ‘Potter’ had
become ‘Harry’ to him…
~II~
End! Rawr!
Some smut in this one, but no Drarry yet… I’m sorry!
*runs away from the torches and pitchforks* I promise the Draco/Harry
interactions become much more… there in the next chapter! I promise!!!!
But ONLY if you review! If there are not enough reviews then I shall make Harry
leave the next day and NEVER RETURN! And then he’ll DIE! He’ll spontaneously
combust! Bwah hahahahaha!
So… if you love Harry, and you love Draco, and you
want to see these two lovely men shag like bunnies then you should definitely
review! ^_^
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