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Please Me	By : AlexiStyles Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 6087 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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So this is the second chapter and once again I hope you enjoy and stay tuned for more. Warning: Smut, guyxguy and yea all that stuff

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I was sitting all by myself when he entered the great hall. It's been four day's since…and even though I should, I feel no regret about what happened, I wish that he hadn't turned away so coolly afterwards though. The trouble with what happened is that after it was finished and I was no longer on top of him or resting against him, I felt empty again. It’s the first time in months I have been able to forget about my life, or the lack of it. The thing is you never realise how much of your life people make up until they are gone.

There are probably two main reasons I gave into him. The first being that I had had less than appropriate thoughts about Draco before, and I had suppressed them in hopes that at some point they would stop. Don’t get me wrong it’s not like I obsessed or anything but I found him attractive enough. I’m not gay and I like girls but there has been no deterrent when it came to liking boys either, hell I had a thing for the twins at one point and that was kind of incesty. Second I was lonely, pure and simple loneliness drove me to do that. Let’s face it I’ve faced death before, what was a little torture from the blonde git. That's why I cried afterwards. His cold demeanour has given me cause to believe that now I am truly alone in the world. Even if we fuck again, it’s not like we like each other.

Ron and Hermione are dead; I don't have anyone to turn to. The rest of the students only stare in sympathy and then try and ask about what really happened. Making new friends is like trying to put together the DA again, it’s not about the defence it’s about curiosity and gossip. The teachers avoid me like the flue; only Snape still lingers and that’s usually just to make a snide remark. Draco is the only person in the living world I actually have a connection to. Well apart from Lupin, but he is busy with a baby and being a single father. I missed the warm burrow with its familiarity and the family that once smiled at me like I was theirs. I have to stop myself thinking about them. It just leads to pain and I already feel my eyes stinging.

The soup I was eating is no longer hot and as it filters past my lips, it's icy and holds none of the original warmth. Pulling a small roll towards me, I eat that instead feeling it slide into my mouth like cardboard. Then I feel like someone is watching me. No not only watching me standing behind me. Before I can turn round he is sitting beside me, grabbing at plates of hot food and stuffing his face full. He doesn't even glance at me, even though he is only a foot or so away.

I turn back to my own bowl my eyes cast upward on the ceiling praying that one day I won’t feel this excitement when I remember what we did only disgust. Thank God everyone is home for the holidays or they would be staring at us with gaping mouths. Which made me think, if this does continue we are going to have to be more careful and that’s if he even comes to claim his second time. Why am I thinking like I’ve already said yes. I can say no. I can say no.

A small stroke of my thigh has me alert and determinately looking forward. Another stoke, only this time Draco's hand doesn't leave my leg. Instead it travels up until it is hovering over my crotch. Glancing to the side I see him totally focused on his food, the only thing that gives him away is the lusty, glazed look in his eyes. He is nearer to me now, robes shielding his shame from any stray ghost or house elf that wanders by. He undoes the zip on my jeans.

I wonder if I should stop him, I can already feel him slipping a pale hand into my boxers. Fuck it, I want him to. I don't want myself to be everyone's stereotypical, straight, hero who always comes to the rescue and doesn't do anything wrong. I want his sin for at least a moment, and I want to feel something other than pain.

I stare at my food and it swims out of focus and his hand wraps around me and begins to pump slowly, up and down, up and down, over and over. Until I am finding it hard to keep my panting breath under control, let alone my moans.

The risk and the lust pump through my veins. Anyone could walk into, the otherwise deserted, great hall, and it just makes me want him to do me right here and let them all see just how perfect I really am. Snape could walk in with me bent over the table and I wouldn’t give a shit. Let him see, let them all see where their Hero gets his kicks now.

My eyes are closing, I can feel myself being pushed over the edge, but the hand is suddenly gone and I feel him shift beside me and stand up. Then he's gone, liking his fingers as he leaves. The fucker, that’s not fair. I spend a few precious seconds fumbling with my trousers before trying desperately to stumble after him.

My heart feels like lead, my member is still throbbing and once again I am all alone. He is gone. Hermione and Ron's deaths flash in my mind, that emptiness begins to creep in and once again I am running trying to reach them before the inferi reach them. I can see Ron's face contorted in concentration as he tries to fight them off, then change, as he realises that Hermione isn't there anymore. I feel sick as I watch him give up.

I'm sitting in the great hall and there my cheeks are wet. I will not give up that easily. I can't, even if it means I have to go after Malfoy. Moving out into the entrance hall, I turn wondering which way he went. Then my eye catches the open front door.

I can see him. He is walking towards the pitches, wading through the snow.

…

Potter tastes good. I left him for a few days so that he would hurt. Evil but fun. He is so easy to tease. I can already hear him pushing through the deep snow towards me. When I got my first taste of him in that corridor I knew it wasn't enough just to have a couple of fucks behind closed doors. I want him to need me, to crave me, just like I crave him. He is addictive. I need to feel in control, I need to have power over him even if ifs just to compensate for the lack of control I have in my own life.

At night the dreams are so vivid I can actually feel him around me. I know he wants me but I need more than that. I want him to obsess over me, to hear him beg again. I have reached the stadium, but I don't enter. Not many people know this but there used to be an old equipment shed built into the side of the stadium, but then someone had nicked a snitch out of one of the chests and so all equipment was put into care of the flying teacher at the time and had just continued. So now it was abandoned and the best thing about it was that it was almost invisible, the only thing that gave it away was the long crack where the door and wall met, and even then it was easy to mistake it for some shoddy old planks that hadn't been fitted properly.

I taped it with my wand and said the incantation loud enough for Potter to hear, then entered and waited in the shadows.

…

I could see him entering the wall. But it wasn't a wall it was an old door, which seemed to be meshed with the actual stadium. I felt my blood boil and race. It's all coming back. I remember what it felt like to have in inside me. Fucking me. I want him. I need him.

Slowly I shift through the snow till I am standing directly in Malfoy's footprints. Whispering the incantation I can't help feel that maybe I should leave. But that's a smaller portion of my brain, the sensible part, and my reckless side is telling me to march in and get on my knees straight away. Let’s face it when have I ever been known to not go after the dangerous illogical path instead of the safe sensible one.

Shaking I pulled out my wand and repeated what Malfoy had said. The door swung open. There was nothing there. It was empty. I moved forward and it was so cold. Colder than it was outside. I felt panic rise inside me chest and was about to turn and run, when arms clamped around me. One covering my mouth, suffocating and his other hand tight around my waist.

…

He was bucking and struggling against me, which made me hot in my nether regions. At least until his foot connected with my shin.

I removed my hand from his mouth and pulled my wand out pointing it at his head.

"Carimio". He stopped struggling and when slightly limp in my arms. It's a useful spell that one. It’s used to calm spooked unicorns. It gives a sort of warm and carefree feeling. I used to have to use it on Pansy a couple of times.

His movements slowed and he sagged against me. God I want him now. I want him to beg, I want him to scream. I want him to need me!

His breath slows and I remove my hands from his face. He slowly turns and as his face connects with my vision I can see, the lust, the want and…loneliness. It is with sudden pain I realise that this is only a way for Potter to outlet his rage. A way for him to feel like he has a friend. He is using me more than I’m using him.

I can feel myself deflating and I don't think I want this now. I feel…well…devastated. That's the only thing that seems to fit. Letting go of him I put my head in my hands and back against the wall, growling in frustration. I want the old normal Potter who would get angry and punch me in the face. Not this hollow needy shell.

Why the hell do I want to do it with him anyway? He does nothing but ruin my life, first my school, them my home. It was his entire fault. I want to hit him. I need to.

He is standing there looking at his feet. I move towards him raising my fist. Something is holding me back I can’t bring myself to hit him. After all these years I am still so weak. Or maybe it’s just how pathetic he is. The fact is I know that when it come down to it, I would still rather be me then him.

"Go ahead. Hit me" he is looking directly at me now. "Please just make me feel something, anything"

Anger thrusts into my head. "Why the hell should I do anything for you Potter? You never think of anyone else but yourself. You…destroyed me. And now you are using me as a way of feeling you have someone. Well guess what Potter. I just wanted a quick and easy lay. Plus if it was you I could say that I had dominated you and the Dark Lord couldn’t."

He stares at me his eyes void of emotion. "So what if I was using you. Like you said you needed a fuck. So in that respect we are even, not to mention your apparent glory at raping me in a hallway. And you have no right to talk about how I ruined your life because all I ever remember from you was how you always tried to hurt me no matter what." He steps closer to me. "You are pathetic. I can't help but wonder if it was all just a cry for attention. How long have you wanted to fuck me then? A year? Two? Or did you want me ever since you found out I was Harry Frigging Potter? Cause that's all you want isn't it, to be able to say you got the better of someone famous. Well guess what I didn't want any of this" He points to his scar and moves so close his chest is right up against mine. He is intimidating, even though he is a couple of inches smaller.

And then he slapped me. The sting seams to snap me out of my silence. "I didn't want that!" I feel the excuse leaving my mouth before it even has a chance to formulate any Idea of what I was saying. I feel him in front of me and the solid wood at my back and I feel flushed. I am reminded of the Dark Lord before he would take me. But now there were green eyes instead of red ones and Potter wasn’t spinning me round and just taking me without and qualms. He was waiting. Maybe Potter only liked to get fucked and was trying to spur me into a sex rage.

"Then what Draco? What did you want?"

Before I can stop myself the truth comes pouring out, angry and pathetic, "You were the first person who was ever nasty to me" I blurt. Emotions I didn't really want to admit to myself start to spill out. "I couldn't understand why you liked Weasley more than me. You were the first person who actually showed any true emotion towards me. Sure it may have been hate but at least it wasn't sugared up shit people at the manor gave me" He is looking at me with his eyebrows knitted now and that brings me to my senses. "You know what forget it. I don't want to be used by you anymore. At least when I used you it was because I felt I had a connection to you as a person, but no u just need to feel."

Pulling away I head towards the door but he catches my wrist and spins me round. His eyes are searching my face. "Is that true?" he seems panicked, urgent the lust has come back.

"So what if it is? It’s not as if you would care anyway now that I realise just you are just a phon’… His lips are on mine. Oh god. I can't stop myself. I'm off like a shot, or more accurately up like one. His hands grip my shoulders as he pulls away.

"I'm not a phoney. But you're the last person on earth who has anything close to a connection to me. All the people in the world whom I knew and cared about are gone. Lupins never around and facing Snape is just too difficult with all the crap that’s gone on. You are the only one left who really gives a damn what happens to me. And if truth be told you're the only person I really give a damn about now. You make me feel. When I'm not fighting or…" He blushes. "I don't feel alive. I feel empty. Like all I have left is the task of crawling into a corner to die, cause he’s dead, it's not like anyone would notice. I’ve done my job. But you would notice Malfoy, because you always noticed. You are my last connection so stop being such an angst little Bitch about it, we all have shit to deal with."

I kiss him like I have never kissed before. Usually I am careful to make it passionate and clean but right now I just want to feel his tongue submit to mine. Pushing my hand down under his shirt, into his boxers and around his weeping cock I whisper into his ear, "Say you want me potter!" He gasps and thrusts into my hand.

"I want you"

"Say you need me and only me"

"I need you. I need you to…" he panted clinging to me. I slid down him freeing his member from his boxers and robes. I flicked the end with my tongue. Then I saw flash backs of Voldemort pulling my head into a position where I couldn't break free, Making me swallow him. I scrambled away, my eyes filling with tears. He bent down before me. He seems to understand that this is difficult.

"Draco" He pulled my chin up so that I was looking directly at him. "I don't know what happened to you in the past, but I know that I just want to be with you right now. You don't have to push yourself but I just want you to be with me."

I watched as he slipped the rest of his clothes off then, liberated me own cloths. Head face was inches from me and he began to kiss me tenderly and slowly covering all my flesh. Then he sucked me in harshly, nothing of the previous softness left in his licking. I felt my balls tighten and he began to fondle them slowly rotating them between is finger making my stomach become taught with need. He pulls away and I just watch, my member aching as he prepares himself and impales himself on me. Instinctively I thrust up. His ass is so fucking tight. God I had wanted him to acknowledge me for so long and now he was. His body was taught and lean against mine. I could see the struggle he was going through. Well that can be resolved easily. I flipped him harshly so that he was on his back with his ass in the air. I thrust harshly and hit him dead on. He screamed.

I kept pounding into him loving the moans and the mewing noises ripping from his throat. His body began to thrust back erratically and his legs were suddenly over my shoulders pushing his body in half and allowing me to go far deeper then I had been before. The sight of Potter bent in half under me with saliva coated lips and sweat staining his chest was almost too much but he would cum first and he came crying my name. With a few more thrusts I was at my end too. Pulling out I watched my large deposit of seed exit as well. I stuck my hand down between his legs gathering my cum on them and thrust them into his mouth. To my delight he licks them clean and sucks them just like he did with my cock.

I was on him again, my tongue invading his pucker with my tongue, making him beg and arch. "I taste good Potter. I taste better dripping form you". His moans and warmth were just what I had wanted, needed. I needed him and finally he needed me.

We stayed that way all afternoon. When we eventually crept from the old closet we walked in silence, well… I walked he hobbled, it was dusk and the castles lights were on. His hand slipped into mine and he stopped me just before we entered.

"I don't know what is going to happen between you and me, or in the outside world. There is a lot we don't know about each other, a lot that we aren't ready to talk about, so can we just see how it goes?" He is looking at me with big eyes.

"Yea. That would be great. But I’m the alpha and your my bitch" He hits my lightly on the shoulder a small smile returning to his lips. Then we are separate. And he is gone like stranger passing by.

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