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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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Draco wasn't quite sure where he was.
His body felt oddly heavy, simmering with want that seemed to have no outlet but instead just built and built and built inside him. His head swam, fragments of words and images floating up and receding like waves in an ocean. His hand's gripped strong shoulders, long lean muscle pressing against him like an invading army, trapping him against...wood?
There were hot lips against his, searing him with their touch, wet heat unfurling through him and driving that agonizing want but he didn't...Harry. His eyes snapped open as the waves brought the memory of the other man back to the surface, the familiar taste and feel now coating his senses and making him wonder how on earth he could ever have forgotten who he was kissing.
He whimpered and pressed forward, still feeling dizzy and unsteady but needing...Merlin he needed. His fingers ran over soft material, slipping into familiar tangled hair, his hips rocked, his mouth gasped, and heat rose and rose up inside him. Then the wave was gushing back out, taking with it all color, draining him of thought and Draco found himself just a mess of senses, blindly taking it with his head against the wall and hands grasping lean sides almost painfully...where was he again?
"Draco, fuck Draco...don't..."
His vision returned as Harry's voice seeped through his ears, the man's face looming - lips wet, skin flushed, hair a disaster, green eyes clouded with equal parts lust and worry. He felt something hard and hot pulse under his fingers and he glanced down to see his hand shoved down Harry's pants. Huh, he didn't remember...
He licked his lips and frowned...they tasted...sweet...
He shook his head, closed his eyes, and kissed Harry again, drinking down the man's gasp and moan and inwardly cursing as the want built in fervor and pitch - pulsing through him. Merlin he felt like he hadn't tasted the man in years, hadn't felt his flesh in decades, he needed to fold himself into him, he needed to crush himself and join with Harry, he needed to...to...his head lolled back, his heart seizing in his chest. Merlin he needed it now or he was surely going to die.
"Finish it Harry...now." His voice sounded odd and thick but he could hardly care in the moment, as long as Harry closed in and enveloped him.
But he didn't.
Instead Draco was suddenly very cold, wobbling in place as he tried to get his vision to focus and stop spinning. He was...Merlin what was that smell?
"Draco, damn it are you okay?"
"No, Potter." He grumbled, still trying to make the man out, knowing he was standing before him - he could fucking feel him - but unable to make him come into focus. "I'm not..." He blinked, the room stopped spinning and he found himself in a dank, badly lit room, what felt like a door behind him and two on either side of him. He was...he was...
He was in the bloody tunnel still, which meant, "Astoria." He gasped, clutching his head as the memories started pinging forward, all of them fuzzy around the edges. Where was she? Oh god he hadn't left her had he? "Where is she?" He demanded, his free hand pressing against the wall as he tried to keep from falling, his legs weak and unsteady. "I need to..."
"No." Potter was back, his arms catching him around the waist and pressing him back against the wood. "Hey, look at me...stay with me Draco."
His scent wrapped around him and Draco's eyes widened and panic gripped him as he tried to push away, grasping at the memories of the day as they started slipping through his fingers to hide once more in the dark. It felt as if each moment of his life was flying away from him on bits of parchment, caught up in a bellowing wind until all that was left was the feel of the other man solidly around him and flecks of paper in the distance. "Potter...Potter...stop..." He was running out of air with Harry so close again, losing himself in those concerned green irises. His lungs heaved, his arms pushed, and he needed to get back...to do...something...to catch the parchment...he needed....
Potter touched his face, his grip tightening, he opened his mouth and spoke but Draco didn't hear any of it beyond the deep rumble of his tone dipping into his skin and coating him in buzzing electricity.
"Harry." He groaned and found his hands pulling the man nearer in an abrupt change of movement, the confusion in the man's face quickly winking out as Draco's gaze slipped shut and he kissed him - possessively, strongly, eagerly. He heard himself moaning, felt his entire body pulse, growling and digging his fingers into the back of the Auror's head when he tried to break away.
"M-you...stop...ahhh...Draco, ple-fuck!" Potter cursed and panted and though the room was spinning again and Draco felt like he was about to surely melt into a puddle of useless heat, he clutched the man and refused his retreat, descending on his neck with lips and tongue and teeth - lapping up the taste of his skin covered in salty sweat. "Fuck that's..."
"Fuck me." Draco said in a low growl, his hands pushing at the band of Potter's trousers, his teeth leaving damp fabric and half-moons on the man's shoulder. He inhaled deeply the scent that was making him forget exactly who he was and why there was no bed and why the fuck they weren't naked yet with Potter deep inside him. "Now, fuck me now." He ordered, spinning himself until his chest was pressed into the door, one hand reaching back to fist into Potter's curls and the other fumbling with his belt buckle and fly.
"Draco, no, stop." Potter sounded breathless, his hands moving to press over the one trying to rid Draco of his trousers, stilling his movements.
Draco felt like screaming, his slick forehead pressing into the wood as he angled back and rubbed his arse against the hard bulge in Potter's pants. The feeling of it sent jolts of pleasure and need, more fucking need, washing through him. "Fucking do it Harry, I - god fuck, I need it." He wrenched his hand free, his blurry gaze fixing on the deep red cut running the width of his palm with a furrowed brow.
How the hell did that happen? Something tapped at his head, pleading with him to look its way but Draco tossed it aside, pressing the slashed flesh into the door and ignoring the burn emitting from it as he arched back even more and tugged on Potter's hair harshly.
"Oh god." Potter breathed wetly against his neck, his hips pressing forward to meet Draco's backward jerks, his fingers tight on the blonde's hipbones. "We can't." He said even as he ground into Draco's arse, rubbing with delicious friction that sparked and sparked, desperate to ignite. "Need to...shit!...talk."
"After." Draco felt lips on the base of his neck. "Or during, don't fucking care just...please."
"No, we should-"
"Merlin, damn it!" Draco cursed, banging his head into the door and sure that the want inside him was about to explode any second and take him with it if Potter didn't bloody do something soon, his cock throbbing painfully in his pants, unable to remember a time in his life that he had been so insanely hard. "I can feel how bloody hard you are, you git!"
"That's not..." Potter sagged a little behind him, his strong grip holding the wobbly blonde as still as he could. "Do you remember what she did?" He asked softly, letting go of his hips and with a startling quick move managed to untangle Draco's grasp in his hair and shove him back around. "Fuck Draco...are you," he paused, took a big step back and studied his eyes. "Do you remember where we are?"
Draco blinked, his face screwing up at Potter's continued refusal. "Of course I - she?" He shook his head, the fog swirling around his thoughts fanning out as Potter retreated another step - taking his warmth and vibrating, aching need away with him. Which hurt, drawing a physical pain inside him that seemed oddly familiar as his gaze flicked over Potter's shoulder and to the other door. "We're..." He could still feel Potter, so close but too far, allowing breaks of thought outside of his blind need to shine through. The light brought nothing good, images of tormented souls and heart shattering misery and even though Draco had fought so hard in his last several years to not be the coward he saw in his dreams, he couldn't take it - not with perfect oblivion two steps away.
Not when something inside him was screaming at him to surge forward and drown again.
So before Potter could figure out his intent, Draco had the man's wand in hand, flourishing it quickly and watching with a blazing fire in his eyes as Potter was thrown against the wall with his hands held above his head with conjured ropes. He was pressed from forehead to toe against him the next second, breathing in the ecstasy the contact brought along with the blissful washing out of all other thought.
He was empty, desperate to be filled, like the canvas of his entire being had been wiped clean and was waiting for Potter to pick up the paintbrush and remake him.
"Draco." Potter gasped, straining in his binds and trying to wiggle free. "You don't...you took a potion, remember that? Remember the spell? You don't want to do this now." He looked so very frightened and turned on and never before could Draco remember him being sexier. He had been wrong about Potter being an odd sort of handsome, the man was downright gorgeous in every imaginable way possible.
"Wrong Harry." Draco nipped at Potter's bottom lip before licking it wetly. "I want this, want you, and I want you now inside me." He kissed him full on the mouth, savoring the man's groan on his tongue and deep in his stomach. "Make me feel every inch of you." His tongue felt oddly heavy as he spoke, his words coming out slurred, making Potter's swollen, wet lips frown even as he stared back at him with lust darkened eyes.
But there was a magic in the touch of Potter's skin that was driving all concern away, making him instantly forget about his shoddy speech and wavering eyesight. He had Potter's trousers and boxer around his ankles in record time, his nails raking back up his thigh as he kissed and kissed, sucking in the other man's breath and grasping the back of his neck with his free hand. He pressed Potter into the wall with his body, rubbing his clothed crotch against his naked one, delighting in the shivers that passed through him as Draco set about devouring him. He ignored the protests that slipped form the man's lips every time their mouths disconnected, he barely comprehended Potter telling him over and over amidst moans and curses that they needed to get to a healer, that Draco didn't really want this right now, that he wasn't himself. In answer Draco simply bit him harder, pressed in closer, kissed him more passionately - telling Potter in so many words that he was wrong.
That Draco very, very much did want it.
He wasn't all together sure how his own pants had gotten kicked completely off or when he had conjured the sturdy chair that came to his waist. But there it was when he broke away from Potter's mouth, shutting the man's further protests up by squeezing his cock with a twisting wrist and a tongue along his neck. "Shut up Harry and make me yours." He whispered huskily in his ear, the sharp intake of breath from his lover’s lips trilling through him. The need inside him crackled, making him tear his lips from Potter's skin and removing his slick hand from lubing up Potter's prick before turning quickly.
"Fuck Draco." Potter gasped as the blonde grasped the back of the chair and using it to steady and anchor himself bent a little over it. "You look..."
With his head nearly pounding with his need for release, Draco reached back and grabbing Potter's cock, wiggled into position. It was horribly awkward and put a distracting strain on his back and legs but the moment the thick head touched Draco's hole he quickly forgot all about it. There was something telling him that it was too big, that it wouldn't fit, that it would surely split him apart, but there was something else - something stronger - that made his pulse jump and heart stammer as he smeared himself with Potter's precum.
"Don't make me do it all." He grunted as he stared pushing back, feeling his tight muscles scream in protest, pain exploding through him as they gave and the head of Potter's cock popped through - stretching him wide and holding him open as they both froze, Draco's mouth falling open.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck." Potter chanted. "You're too tight, god Draco you're - oh hell!"
It was pain atop of pain, blooming through him in waves that just kept spreading as Draco's head swam, his arse nestled against Potter's crotch - his thick cock lodged fully inside him. It was excruciating and yet Draco could feel him, every little pulse of his flesh, every little twitch of his muscles. He felt stretched and stuffed and his heart was hammering against his chest. Glancing back he could see Potter stretched out, his hands bright red as they fought against the ropes, his eyes glazed, his mouth dropped so far open and despite his better judgement Draco moved - forward just a little and back, the pain inching away as he watched Potter's face and felt him struggle.
He saw it written so clearly on his face that Potter desperately wanted to let go and give in but something was holding him back - keeping his back straight and arse flush against the wall, his shirt a disheveled mess and pulled up in awkward angles, threatening the strength of his little black buttons.
Taking hold of the chair with both hands, Draco hung his head, fighting the urge to scream at the man to just give in, to give him what he needed. He started moving, gritting his teeth as he pressed forward and back, the need inside him gushing through his veins as Draco bit his tongue to keep from crying out. There was something pushing at his heart and he saw a tear fall from his cheek and splatter on the dirty stone ground, the sound of Potter crying out at each and every thrust and the feel of his cock burring so deep inside him making Draco's vision spot and seep with black. He ached for Potter's hands to be on him, he gasped and clamped his mouth shut around begging for his lips, he spread his legs a little wider and pushed back harder and faster - Potter's body stiff against the wall providing the perfect resistance to the hard fucking Draco so desperately sought.
"Fuck Harry, please, move...harder...god yes!" Draco's hands shook on the chair as his legs wobbled, his knees swaying dangerously as Potter finally began snapping his hips forward as hard as he possibly could in his position, knocking Draco's chest into the chair and stealing his air as he met each thrust. He felt like he was splitting apart, like Potter was the only thing keeping him in place, keeping him from disintegrating into a thousand little pieces.
It was bliss.
"Draco, god...yes, nhgnng, love you. Fuck, I love you."
A second tear drop splattered the floor as Draco felt his knees give out. His hands slipped, the thrumming in his veins screaming inside him and a second before he fell to the floor there were two arms wrapping around his waist - pulling him back against Potter's chest, driving his cock deep inside him, the hazy sight of severed ropes littering the ground.
"Harry." He sobbed, his face connecting with the wall in a world tilting movement while Potter kept pulling back on his body in deep, long thrusts that felt like they were trying to remake him. He cried out at the brush of fingers on his weeping prick, Potter's touch no longer hesitant but sure as he squeezed him at the base and rammed into him - pounding him into the wall.
"You are so fucking perfect." Potter panted in his ear.
"More." Draco groaned, tangling a hand back into Potter's hair and pulling, his eyesight blacking completely as everything disintegrated until all that was left was the feel of Potter around him, inside him, his voice the only thread to see by.
"Say you're mine, please, say you're mine Draco."
"Yes." He moaned in agreement, gasping for breath as his prostate was pummeled, his free hand clawing at the stone over his head.
Potter jerked Draco's head back with a hand on his neck and attacked his mouth, his tongue thrusting like his hips and his hand speeding up in quick jerks on his cock. "Yes, she can't have you, you're fucking mine."
With his shirt clinging to his sweaty skin and his mouth filled with Potter's slick tongue, Draco felt his body tighten as the thrumming rose inside him like a hurricane. "Harry...Harry god yes, harder...ahhhh!" His pupils dilated, his fingers stretching wide and taunt, his arse pushing back as he sunk into the wall - Harry shouting his name as he jerked and spilled his release deep inside him.
Time and reality bent in a funny distortion as Harry pumped into him, the sound and feeling of his orgasm causing Draco to gape at the blank wall with his cheek stuck to the stone. The pulsing prick in his tight channel, filling him up, felt like crashing from a great height, somehow knowing that he would never forget the explosion it ignited through his body. His own finish shocked through him in the next second with Harry's uncoordinated fingers on his cock, his dick still jerking in his arse, and his voice telling him how beautiful he was. He felt instantly faint as he listened to his own heartbeat that seemed to be outside his body, Harry's touch melting away like ice on heated metal, his sweet voice growing distant, the elation of feeling Harry like that for the first time slipping...slipping...his hand was burning.
He blinked and lifted it from the stone, staring at it with eyes that didn't want to focus, the red cut on his palm snapping sharp and clear in the next second.
"Draco?" Potter murmured against his back, his arms still holding his waist tight, a fire blazing haphazardly in his chest.
Draco clenched and opened his hand, the cut sizzling like it was calling for something...
"Draco?"
He narrowed his eyes and swallowed and then it hit like he'd been run over by one of those infernal muggle cars. "Oh bugger..." He grumbled seconds before there was a shriek from the room behind them and his eyes went cross-eyed - blackness rushing up all around him.

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Sitting slumped against the wall - his arse throbbing in pain and his cheeks bloody cold, Draco's head wobbled as he tried to glance up - bright light bursting through the room, one pair of booted feet and another pair of naked toes scuffling across the floor.
"Let me go, I need to fix it!" A woman's voice shrieked, a sob breaking through her chest as the bare feet struggled on the stone.
"What the hell did you do?" That was Potter, his voice breathless, not at all like the tone he usually used with distraught murderers.
"You did it!" She cried and Draco wondered if perhaps he could get his tongue to start working so he could scream at them to shut the fuck up. His head hurt, splitting down the middle, the cut on his hand throbbing horribly all the way up his arm, he felt like he was teetering on the edge of something - just waiting for a little push to send him tumbling. "You stole him!"
"He wasn't fucking yours!" There was the hard voice Draco was used to hearing, Potter's uncontrollable magic sizzling in the air above his head. "Now tell me what you did."
"He needs...he needs to take the finial potion, quickly." Her feet turned back toward a door but Potter was swinging her back around within the beat of a second.
"Over my dead body." He hissed.
Draco did his best to tune their shouting match out, screwing his eyes shut and trying to think around the throbbing in his head. He could feel the potion he had drunk slowly melting from his blood, the electricity that Potter had sent rolling through him when he had spilled himself inside him replacing it and bouncing dangerously around. But he could think somewhat clearer now, he could see beyond the veil that had been drawn over him with the ritual Astoria had begun to enact before he snapped and...
Merlin fucking hell, he had practically forced Harry to fuck him. The reasoning seemed distant but he could remember the all-encompassing need and he had to chalk it up to the potion - knowing that the strong aphrodisiac it was laced with was often used to coerce less than compliant woman into bonds they may not have wanted. Yet he had only felt cold miserable dread when Astoria had kissed him after drinking it, the complete opposite of the aching craving that Potter's lips sparked in him. He shifted in unease, unsure why he had been so repulsed by her but positively dying for Harry's touch after his confession while under such an influential drug.
"If you're lying and do anything, anything, to harm him, I will tear you apart myself."
Potter's threatening words had Draco snapping his head upright despite the agony it caused him, watching with growing apprehension as Potter released Astoria from his strong hold on her and she turned her leaking eyes on him. His heart ached at the sight of her green gaze covered with pools of tears, his hand burning something fierce as she took a step nearer - the rumbling ball of electricity in his veins screeching.
"Astoria." He whispered, feeling the heavy weight of Potter's eyes searching him, his boots stopping at Draco's bare feet as her wispy frame sank to the ground before him. He wondered why, even now, after all she had done, even knowing that she had come close to stealing his future away for herself in a way that he still was having a hard time fathoming, he yearned to help her - to free her. Perhaps it was the glimpses she had forced into his head of her capture by Thronbee and all the pain and torment she had suffered at his hands.
For years upon years while Draco walked free, falling for someone who by all right should have been repulsed by him. Potter dropped to his side and clasped his clammy hand, causing a nearly painful jolt to ignite along his skin. He sucked in a breath and forced himself not to look at the other man, the darker wizard making Draco feel like he was about to fall down that deep slope inside him.
Which at the moment, despite the pain, was rather appealing to something moving inside him.
The problem was that he looked at her face and saw her screaming as she was dragged down the tunnel. He looked in her eyes and saw her soul split into so many fractions that she sometimes didn't even know who she was or what she was doing - carrying out a dead man's wishes and coming too covered in the stench of death. He took in her too thin frame and saw the day she managed to escape - to carve a life for herself in the muggle word, a life that was all too quickly ruined as she found her feet back at the tunnel time and time again. He glanced at her hands and saw the day she finally broke through his control long enough to steal her captures life from him - dumping his body in the lake and then finding herself back in her own room in the maze of tunnels. Shaking and crying and screaming at herself that she could leave.
It took her far too long before she had been able to make the walk out of the tunnels. But, even then, there were days were she would find herself back there, clawing at the voice of her tormentor in her head.
He wasn't sure after having seen so much of her life if he could ever condemn her for what she had done and tried to do and there was a part of him that wished she had succeeded - if only so that when he looked at her she wouldn't be torn and fragmented but whole, glimmering like she had in her youth. He remembered thinking his atonement would be in this but he had failed...again. Though now, after going through the whirlwind the ritual had caused there was a part of him that sobbed in gratitude that he hadn't - that he had somehow ended up rescued by Potter...again.
He didn't know what meant about his own soul.
"Draco, I'm..." She shook, her fingers digging into the mark on her wrist and Harry's grasp tightening on his.
He shook his head. "I will help you." He promised, watching the tears slide down her cheeks. "He won't touch you anymore."
"Maybe." She said sadly and Draco knew, could feel, that she held no hope for herself now that she had failed, that she feared beyond anything that the monster inside her would well up and strike again at any moment. "I need your wand." She spoke to Potter but kept her gaze on Draco, like she was trying to memorize his face to fill up her head for the long days to come while she rotted in Azkaban.
"No." Potter refused, pressing closer until Draco could feel him flush against his side. "Tell me and I'll do it."
"You told me...! I need to undo the -" Astoria was starting to sound hysterical again as she gestured to Draco and his slumped, aching body that was so very tired and so very bounding with electricity at the same time.
"Use mine." Draco interrupted, his voice hoarse like something had burnt the lining of his esophagus - prying his hand from Potter's to claps his other wrist tightly, the pain in his palm expanding and intensifying. In all honestly he had no clue why he still trusted Astoria with a wand pointed at him and perhaps he didn't, but knew that whatever she had done, she needed to undo. He knew by looking at her that she was warring inside, that a part knew she had to do it or something terrible would no doubt happen to him if the ritual wasn't completed or undone at this point, another part clawing to try and overtake Potter and try all over again. He just had to trust that she wouldn't succumb to the monster, that the adoration in her eyes wouldn't flash with the ghosts inside her and turn her back against him.
"Draco -" Potter started, frowning deeply.
"It's fine." He tried to reassure him but judging by the tightness on his face and the worry in his eyes Draco doubted he succeeded. Potter's jaw tightened, his throat swallowed, and just for a moment Draco saw the hurricane of fear and emotion swirling through his gaze - the intensity of it making Draco's breath hitch and his head spin again. They had both spent so much time worrying the other was going to get themselves killed over this case and here they were - Potter's nightmare turned real when he looked up in the hospital to find him gone.
He smiled, lifting his hand to brush a sweaty curl from Potter's forehead. From Harry's forehead. Merlin he didn't even realize how much he had...he sucked in a breath and looked away. This was not the time and place for such things.
"It will hurt." Astoria told him when she had his attention again, Draco's wand somehow already in her hand.
"This isn't the end Astoria." He said softly, closing his eyes, needing to reassure her one last time in case he wouldn't be able to in a few moments.
She blinked more tears, smearing them with the back of her clumsy hand as Harry slid his arm around his back, propping him up a little more, and pointing his wand at her with a face that dared her to misstep. He held her gaze, willing the last of his strength into her as she took his hand and pressed the tip of his wand over the cut on his palm.
Fire laced through him at the first word from her lips and Draco couldn't help but wonder if this was how being burnt alive felt.
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