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Intangible	By : ChimaeraChan Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 9795 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Author's Notes: So, my Lyme disease may have come back. I'm getting a lot of similar, but weaker symptoms than before (except the pain, that seems to be full blown in my hands and arms) and don't really know what to make of it—besides all consuming dread that the next half a year will find me bed bound and fuzzy headed. I feel like my writing is already suffering from the lack of focus, but I want to try and finish this fic in case my brain does go. Only two more chapters after this, so crossing my fingers.
Tommy-Lane: Yeah, my updates are losing there regularity, so don't feel bad. Ah, but I love your comments—you're always paying attention! I always worry about putting an OC with a cannon character. I feel like people just really don't respond well, but Jaz is just so ridiculous I did my best to get away with it. I wish my brain was working better right now, cus I feel like you're bringing up points I'm going to need to address. Ha, and that you can feel suspense is awesome, cus I was so worried I lost all the tension. I need to find writing tips on suspense and how to reveal information—but that seems to involve planning a story more, and I'm terrible with sticking to my outlines.
blj.14: This is a magical creature fic that doesn't follow human mating rituals, with extremely emotionally disturbed characters you really shouldn't be romanticizing. Harry transforms into an obsessed stalker, borderline rapist that is pursuing a boy he's never had a full conversation with the whole six years they've known each other. Draco is so messed up he tries to manipulate Harry (aka raping) with his mating call so that they can be together—because suicide got dull, and he's afraid to stand up to his family. These are not healthy, stable individuals that you should be putting your lofty perfect relationship ideals on. It makes for good sex, and interesting plot, but not real life expectations. They're a domestic violence lawsuit waiting to happen.
You are welcome to your opinion, and I wouldn't want anyone to read something that turns them off. I'm the same when reading romantic drivel. But I don't go complaining to the author because I understand the work and love they put into their stories, even if they bore me. For example, I've written over 120,000 words in this fic, have invested weeks of my time, and was brave enough to share my very personal fantasies with random strangers on the internet. Hopefully this will give you some perspective the next time you feel the need to comment the way you did. I suggest you try writing your own fics to help you find the perfect story you want to read. Because believe me, this story was not written for anyone but myself. Most fanfics and erotica are like that, and this is a site where everyone is hoping to share and be accepted without judgement.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Hermione's face was pressed up to the side of the Kalistar's underground tomb when she felt her proximity alarms go off. She had charmed a half dozen mines, miles outside the village wall, wanting to have forwarning if any human was wandering around out there. She didn't know what the Vesper would do if someone from the school trespassed while reaking of human scent, and she didn't want to find out.
She ran through the dimly lit room, torches crackling in her ear, then sprang up the stairs, scrambling as she took them two at a time. The midmorning light was blinding once she reached the main entrance room through the nondescript door that led to the basement. As she blinked in the light, her mind raced. They were returning to Hogwarts tomorrow; had Ron gotten the days wrong and sent someone to break them free? Was this a party to lead them safely back? Was it even people from Hogwarts?
What if this was one of those rare, but brutal raids the Vesper spoke in hushed whispers about, when humans just seemed to go mad when finding their village and started attacking them? Some of the huts by the wall still had scorch marks from when a group of, now very dead, humans had tried to burn them down years ago.
If humans stumbled in here, looking to kill the Vesper, Hermione had to wonder just whose side she was going to pick. She certainly wasn't going to allow anyone to be injured, human or Vesper, but in this moment, a part of her was siding with the very real, very generous people that had fed her, sheltered her, and protected her from any predator that would think to break past the walls.
Outside, the Vesper were frozen, standing mid step, all turned in the same direction facing the forest. Weaving through, she found Matten, the man's distinct scar and short hair making him an easy goal among the many long haired shifters. Draco was with him, the boy also turned towards the forest, a strange smile twisting his lips.
“There are people out there,” Hermione said, pulling at Draco's arm. “We need to make sure they aren't attacked by the guards.” When Draco didn't respond, she turned to Matten, concerned by the hard, almost anxious look deep in the man's pale blue eyes. “Matten, will they be harmed?”
“No,” Matten said tersely, his gaze never wavering from the forest trees. “I've called everyone back to the village. There is no one outside that could harm them.”
Hermione gave a sigh of relief, her eyes straying to the wall of trees as well. “Do we know who they are? From the school, maybe?”
Draco, who hadn't spoken a word since she'd arrived, suddenly pointed, looking towards one of the trees, the fresh leaves giving a violent rustle in the distance. “It's Potter.”
“What?” Hermione, who had turned to gape at him in confusion, looked again to where he was pointing. The canopy gave another shudder, something huge and dark moving up with a bizarre grace, hand over hand as it reached the thin branches of the top and crouched. “Holy—That can't be Harry,” she whispered, taking a step back as she got a clear look at the creature. It was some sort of demon, muscle bound and skulking, twisted antlers and terrible, huge wings that ruffled in the wind. The more she looked at it, the more she felt malevolent anger, something in the dark face and burning eyes warning her away.
“It is,” Matten muttered, placing a hand on her shoulder. “That is the Kalistar halfling. I did not even know they could exist; it was always the Vesper traits that halflings possess.”
“What's... what's wrong with him?” Hermione asked, hating that now that she could tell it was Harry, she still could only feel that terrible anger.
“Nothing,” Draco said abruptly, waving his hand to the boy up in the tree. Hermione watched, wide eyed as Harry seemed to catch the movement, head turning ever so slightly, white teeth bright against his dark skin. Then he was moving, standing on branches that shouldn't have been able to hold his weight.
“Back in the tomb,” Matten said with a growl, Zyan suddenly at Hermione's arm and lifting her up as if she were a child. He walked her quickly back to the center under the canopy, bringing her into the building and not letting her down until they were in front of the door that led to the Kalistar's tomb.
“What's going to happen?” She asked the tall shifter, for the first time truly afraid.
“I do not know,” Zyan answered honestly. “But the Kalistar will protect you if something happens to us. They always protect humans. I must go out and stand by my people. Hide away in here, and do not come out unless someone returns for you.”
It was crazy—It was just Harry. But Hermione was glad to step down into the cool of the basement, grateful for the sturdy, strong walls around her as she sank to the ground and waited. She tried not to think of how she had seen Harry radiating cruelty from afar. Was is just because he looked so strange that she had thought that of her old friend? Or was it true, and he was different, changed and monstrous? Hermione wished she knew. She wished she had thought to take Draco with her.

Draco had two main thoughts when Harry suddenly plummeted from the tree he was in, the boy unfurling his wings and swooping down like a hawk into the middle of the village. The first was that Harry managed to fly even better with wings than on a broom. The second thought was that the boy looked drop dead sexy. Very much so, now that he was only ten feet away, straightening from his landing crouch to his full, impressive height, muscles flexed, face fierce, and eyes—Damn, Draco had missed Harry's eyes, glowing beautiful verdant green.
That the boy was a strange char black with spiraling antlers, swishing tail, and ink black wings didn't really matter much to Draco. It was Harry, and he was magnificent, looking like some returning demon prince as he stared around haughtily, full of power and command. He was healed, absolutely alive, and the longer Draco looked at him, the more he felt drunk with joy to see him.
“Harry,” he whispered, the soft noise enough to draw Harry's gaze to his among the many shifters, green eyes snapping his way. Draco started under the intensity of his expression, a wild, giddy laugh bubbling out as he felt the full effect of Harry's roiling dark energy crackling around him. Harry watched him, silent, only to snarl when Matten hummed to help bring Draco under control. Bent over, hand covering his face to try and stop the crazed laughter from overtaking him, Draco missed when Harry raised an arm and power suddenly crashed down. An unbearable blanket of weight fell and crumpled everyone but Harry and the hysterically laughing Draco.
Draco eventually noticed, nearly tripping over Matten, his eyes wide in alarm to find the man moaning in pain, flat on the ground. Struggling to breathe through his chuckles, Draco glared at Harry, realizing what his love was doing. “Leave them alone, Potter.”
“Why?” Harry finally spoke, taking a step forward.
Fuck, the boy was hot. Draco pushed his hair from his face, grinning widely while he looked Harry over, the boy in nothing but thin pajama pants that hardly hid anything from the imagination. But then Draco heard the weak groans from the Vesper stuck to the ground, and he grit his teeth again, pulling that warm tickle of power in his stomach to the surface, raising it up, pushing it out to break the beautiful boy that had stepped into his village and was hurting his pack. “Because they're my family. And no one fucks with my family.”
“Too bad!” Harry yelled angrily, pushing into the force of Draco's power, the blond laughing and raising more to compensate. “Where the fuck were you, Malfoy?” He demanded, anger and hurt flashing in his eyes.
Draco made an exaggerated face. “I was here, idiot. Now leave them alone!”
“No! Why the hell were you here, and not by my side? Shit, Draco, you ran off the first fucking chance you got! Didn't you even wonder if I was alive?” Harry pushed three more steps forward, only to fall back, Draco snarling and glowing like the sun.
“For fuck sake, Potter! Nothing can kill you. You're like the fucking plague. Stop whining like a little bitch because I wasn't there to hold your unconscious hand. You're fine now. You found me—Now stop hurting my friends!”
Harry was struggling to breathe under Draco's onslaught as he split his focus on the boy and keeping the Vesper detained. Still he stood tall, pushing back, now only a foot away. Draco was swaying, laughter still sparking as he took a deep breath in and smelled Harry's scent. Harry tried to reach his hand forward, but the blond was faster, vibrating power to keep a barrier between them.
“How long did it take to forget about me?” Harry accused, his nostrils flaring. “A day? Two? How long until I was just some memory of your dead fucking boyfriend!”
Okay, there was something definitely a little fucked up with Harry, and it was breaking through the hysterics in Draco's mind. Brows furrowed, Draco looked at him in confusion. “I didn't forget you. I was going back tomorrow to see if you were healed enough to come here.”
“Bullshit!” Harry snarled, surging forward and clasping his hands on Draco's upper arms. “I can smell them on you. You reek of them!” He pulled Draco close, breathing up the boy's neck, hands tearing at the blond's flimsy vest as he sought out something. “Where's the pen, Draco? Did you wash that away the first day too? Was it that fucking easy to hope I'd just die and you could move on!”
Draco was having trouble focusing, Harry's hands so strong as they pulled at him, the boy's body giving off a cloud of heat and the scent of need. But he fought, because the Vesper were moaning in pain, and the angrier Harry got, the more his power flattened them down. “You're hurting them, Potter. Just fucking let them up, and talk to me prop—Fuck.” He closed his eyes and swayed, Harry snarling and tearing his pants down.
Harry froze as he found the blue pen lines Draco had refused to wash off his lower body. He ran his hand slowly over the swell of Draco's bare ass, groaning as he buried his face into the boy's hair. “Tell me they mean something to you,” Harry demanded hoarsely, pain clear in his voice. “Tell me these words mean something still.”
“I'm your's,” Draco promised, putting everything he felt into the simple words. But Harry only snarled angrily again, suddenly sinking down and scenting Draco's torso.
“You're covered in them—Don't tell me you're mine after you fucked the damn village!” Harry shouted.
“Fuck you, Potter!” Draco pushed the boy, biting his lips when he felt just how fucking strong Harry's shoulders were. Damn, that was some hot fucking muscle. But Harry was saying something shitty, and Draco was not going to put up with it. “I have a right to fuck who I want, when I want. Just because you want to write all over me like some dog trying to piss his territory, doesn't change that fact.”
“I fucking knew it—The day I saw you react to them, I fucking knew you'd just be some goddamn slut with these fucking creatures,” Harry spat back, standing again to tower over Draco, the blond not looking even remotely intimidated by his height, and strength, and power. “Did you fuck the dragons too? Let them ride you like some four-legged—”
“You can say whatever cruel shit you fucking like, Potter. It doesn't change the fact that I can choose who I sleep with,” Draco said, his voice low in warning. “I'm a Vesper, and we fuck. A lot. And if you don't—”
“You're mine!” Harry suddenly yelled, and Draco gaped, his knees going weak, fire rising up in him so strong he could barely breathe. Oh god... Oh dear god. Draco fell forward, gasping for air, his body trying to bend down even as he fought Harry's mating call. He couldn't... this was not the fucking way to deal with this... Potter had to fucking learn...
Harry watched Draco fight him, increasing the mating call until the blond was swaying, a long moan falling from his gasping lips. “You can feel it, beautiful,” Harry said roughly, wrapping his fingers around Draco's chin and pulling him close. “You don't want to be with them. Not when you can have me. Tell me. Tell me I'm right. Tell me you're mine.”
Draco glared, fighting the unimaginable lust roaring through his veins with little success. “I love you, you jealous... selfish... jackass... But I won't let you dictate... my fucking life!”
Going impossibly still, Harry lifted Draco's hand, turning the blond's head by his chin so the boy could see what he was planning to do. “You're mine, Draco. And I'm going to prove it.” Draco watched, eyes wide as Harry twisted fingers around the silver dragon ring and pulled it from his finger. Then, with a defiant glare, Harry chucked it, the ring glittering in the sun as is soared into the forest far beyond the village and wall.
Draco stared in shock at Harry, his voice lost for long moments. He had just... His ring. His ring!
“You fucking son of a bitch.”

Draco could have had a place here. He could have had a home. He could have been something more than a rutting, sex crazed animal that stepped into the forest a man and never, ever came out again. But Harry had taken the ring, and Draco was just another Vesper halfling again, like his uncle, and every one that had come before, howling in the night, lost in a sea of lust.
Anger greater than Draco had ever felt in his life surged up in him, boiling his blood, incinerating the mating call Harry was still twisting inside him. Everyone had been trying to rule Draco, from his parents, to Voldemort, to his professors, to the wizarding world and all their fucking rules, and now this boy—This beautiful, maddening, fucked in the head boy thought that he could decide Draco's life for him. Stealing his ring, touching him, pulling him with the mating call with wave after crashing wave, trying to bend Draco to his will.
No way in hell.
Snarling, Draco reached for his power again, smiling savagely when he saw uncertainty flash in Harry's eyes, right before the muscular boy went flying back, Draco's body glowing in radiant light. “You fucking dick! You've been unconscious for the last goddamn week, don't know shit about anything going on, and you just barge in here, stomp my family flat, and steal my fucking ring? Who the fuck do you think you are, Potter? Have you lost your goddamn mind? Did your scar finally split your damn skull open and release whatever brains you had left? I am not your fucking toy! I am nobody's toy!”
“Draco... shit... hold on, love,” Harry gasped out, having hit the ground, and now standing and stumbling back as the blond stomped after him. Draco wouldn't let him go, grabbing Harry by the hair and growling as he continued to yell.
“I came here to save your miserable life. I faced my biggest, most terrifying fears to make sure no one killed you. And they wanted to, Potter. They were going to take you out just for the possibility of you being such a goddamn dick! And then you go and prove them right by doing something so irresponsible, so selfish—I should have killed you myself!”
“Just calm down—I'm sorry,” Harry yelped, hands up in surrender. “Just, you're getting feathery, and it has to hurt with all those scales suddenly, and—Shit, breathe, Draco.”
“Stop telling me what to do!” Draco shouted, even as he gasped for air. Groaning, he threw Harry back, covering his face with his new taloned hands, trying to stop the dizziness that had suddenly gripped him. Fucking Potter. Fucking Potter—Now he was going to be some goddamn dragon slut. Fuck!
“Potter, you let them up right this fucking instant!” Draco ordered, turning on the boy. “Now! And you better not have hurt them, or so help me I will beat you senseless! These are good people—Good!”
Draco was not sure why Harry was smiling at him that way, the pain in the ass bastard nearly laughing aloud even as he quickly nodded and the pressure lifted, the Vesper free to move. Draco looked down, grabbing Matten by the arm and pulling the large man to his feet. “Are you okay? I'm so sorry he did that... Why is everyone fucking smiling at me?” He snarled, pushing the grinning Matten away and taking in the stupid looks on the Vesper who had stopped groaning in pain and were just staring at him.
Draco stopped, biting his lip, realizing that his people looked different, Matten free of scars and clothes, a soft glow to his skin, scales shimmering lightly, feathers peeking free behind his sharp ears. And Draco wasn't jumping him, wasn't on his knees begging to be taken. Hell, he wasn't even laughing crazily anymore. Maybe... maybe the crazy was from the moments before the turn, not the actual final change?
“Halfling, you are stunning,” Matten said in awe. “Even more so out in this dimension, your glow so bright, so compelling...” He looked dizzy, and Draco pursed his lips, eyes sweeping around him, the beautiful Vesper shaking off their fear and pain to touch, and soothe, and moan in Draco's glow. It really didn't seem like the time, and Draco wondered if maybe this new version of himself was going to cause problems for everyone.
“Draco, I'm really sorry,” Harry said softly, drawing the boy's attention.
That brought Draco back to reality, reminding him of the fucking idiot that had fucked up so much in just the last ten minutes. Scowling, Draco stalked over to Harry. “If I have antlers, so help me, Potter, I will run you through with them!”
“I swear you look really good,” Harry said, stumbling back again when Draco went to take a swing at him. “I'm sorry—I lost my shit—I'm still not—”
“No, you're not talking your way out of this one, scarhead!” Draco grabbed the boy again. “I have been loyal to you! I have done everything in my power to protect you! Me having sex with these people does not mean I feel any different about you. You said it yourself; you knew how I would be around them. It's who I fucking am, and you need to—Stop smiling!” Draco yelled in exasperation, Harry's grin only growing wider as the brunette sank to his knees.
“Draco... you look really good,” Harry said, swallowing hard when Draco narrowed his eyes at him. “Really... really good...”
“Are you listening to a fucking word I'm saying?” Draco growled, groaning when Harry only licked his lips from the sound. God, this was fucking ridiculous. He wasn't even pulling the boy, and Harry was just out of his mind.
Huffing, Draco put his hands on his hips, glancing down to find he had managed to become covered in thin, transparent scales, his hair a platinum silver and reaching down to his waist, tail twitching in rhythm against his leg in his anger. He also couldn't help but notice he wasn't feeling particularly different, even though he clearly appeared it. Then he looked up, finding Harry also looking him over, the boy's eyes dazed, that stupid grin still on his face. Fucking Potter.
“You want to touch me, Potter?” Draco asked, smirking at the way Harry's eyes lit up at the idea.
“God, I missed you Draco. I just want to—”
“Too fucking bad,” Draco said flatly, his smirk growing when Harry groaned, dejected.
“I didn't mean to, to do all this, Draco,” Harry insisted. “There's just this fucked up thing in me, and I just... I just did a lot of fucked up shit, actually...” Harry trailed off, scratching the back of his head as he got to his feet. His eyes fell on Draco again, his breath catching, taking a small step forward. “Shit, let me just—”
“No,” Draco warned, raising his chin even while pulling the boy with his call. He smiled internally, watching the war move across Harry's features. God, the prat was absolutely gorgeous. Erratic as a bull, and fucking beautiful. “You're too mean looking, Potter. Too puffy with all that muscle. I don't like it.”
Harry scowled, glaring at his dark hands and then at the boy, his expression softening once falling on Draco again. “Come on, beautiful. I'll make it good. I'll make you beg for it like you always do.”
“Don't you dare step any closer,” Draco taunted, his eyebrow arched. He pressed a hand to Harry's bare chest, letting his fingers fan out, talons scratching lightly and pulling a hiss from the boy. “Touch me, and I'll make sure you regret it.”
“You want me to touch you,” Harry murmured huskily, pushing into the boy's hand.
“You don't know a fucking thing about me, you idiot,” Draco snapped, digging his claws in deeper, feeling Harry jerk from the pain, the brunette licking his lips while looking him over.
“I know when you're fucking with me, you goddamn tease,” Harry said with a growl, pulling him by his arm, Draco gasping as he crashed into Harry's chest. Draco managed to scoff, turning his head away when Harry tried to kiss him. Harry merely shrugged and licked up Draco's neck instead.
Draco bit back a moan, his knees feeling weak, Harry's hard muscle and very hot flesh against him. “Seriously, I can't stand all this puffy, mean looking... Oh, you have nice teeth, Harry... really nice teeth,” Draco murmured, Harry nipping over his neck possessively.
“You're mine,” Harry growled, hands moving around Draco's petite wings, down the boy's back to cup his ass hard. He pulled Draco's long leg up around his hip so he could retract his claws and press two fingers against the boy's hole.
“Oh fuck... You're out of your mind if you think I'm going to just... god yes...” Eyes closing, Draco gaped, Harry's lube slick fingers pushing into him. Harry dipped his head lower, returning to lick and bite up the boy's sensitive throat while slowly pumping his fingers in and out of Draco's clenching passage. Draco wrenched at Harry's hair, pulling him into a hard kiss, crushing their lips together, fangs scraping in their need.
“That's it... god, you taste so good...” Harry groaned, tongue delving into Draco's moaning mouth, suffocating, tasting, swallowing down the blond's cries when he started scissoring his fingers into his heat. “I'm going to fuck you so hard... Make you mine again...”
“Hell... I'm still yours...” Draco mumbled, his head spinning, Harry's fingers rubbing his prostate with every confident thrust. He wasn't sure when he had torn off Harry's pant's, but the material was shreds in Draco's claws as he climbed up the gorgeous boy, wrapping his arms around Harry's neck and hooking his legs around his hips. “Missed you... was so scared for you... Thought... God, I'd never see you again...”
“I got you, beautiful,” Harry promised, finding Draco's mouth again and kissing him desperately. “Never going to leave again... Tell me you love me,” he whispered hoarsely.
“I love you, you giant, muscle bound idiot,” Draco murmured, kissing up Harry's nose, over his eyebrow, tongue teasing in the short hairs. “I'm always going to love you.” He broke off with a groan, Harry's fingers joined with a third, breaching him maddeningly slow, relentlessly stretching him with long strokes. “Oh... Harry, please... God, I can't wait...” he whined, sweat dripping from his feathery hair as he gasped into Harry's ear, biting the soft skin below the boy's neck.
“Yeah... yeah, just...” Harry knelt unsteadily, groaning as his hard dick rocked against Draco's thigh. “God, just promise me...”
“What?” Draco breathed out, tongue trailing slick wet over Harry's throat, down to his broad shoulders where he nipped sharply.
“That you're mine,” Harry said with an edge to his voice. “That you're only mine.”
Draco ran his claws down Harry's back, right between the boy's large wings, the brunette hissing from the pain. “I'm only going to say this once, so you better fucking listen. You are my mate, my love—my goddamn heart. But unless you can go a marathon with me every night, I'm going to be fucking these silver-haired men. And even if you can manage a marathon every night for me, I'm still going to be spreading to my pack, because that's what my people do to bond—And it's is fucking amazing to do it.”
Harry growled, pulling his head back to glare into the boy's silver eyes. “You think I'm just going to stand back and let you be fucked by a village full of gorgeous, battle strong men?”
Draco snorted. “You think you have a right to 'allow' me anything? I am not a toy that exists to entertain you. If you want to join in, you can, but only if you're not a selfish, possessive prick about it all.”
Scowling, Harry narrowed his eyes. “Why the hell would I want to join in? Why the hell would I ever want to touch anyone but you? I love you. I'm always going to love you.”
Draco rolled his eyes, hardly impressed. “Look around you, Potter. Or have you been completely oblivious to all the people fucking because of my glow?”
Harry hadn't been completely oblivious, but had been trying very hard to block out the noises, keeping his eyes tight on Draco. It somehow felt wrong to look at someone else when he was supposed to be with his love and focused only on him. But now he did look, because Draco had that challenging glint in his eye Harry could never back down from, no matter what form it came in. Harry flushed, skin shading darker as he let his eyes wander.
That a lot of them looked like Draco didn't hurt the fact seeing them groping on the ground was pretty damn hot. But the idea that one of them might actually be Draco disturbed him a little... Harry swallowed hard, eyes landing on a couple, one slender hipped young man shamelessly writhing on the ground while a much larger man pushed his thumbs deep into the aching shifter's hole. Then he bent down, tongue fucking the gasping man while he stretched him. Hell... that was really hot...
“You'll get used to it,” Draco whispered in his ear, tightening his thighs on Harry's hips. “It's in our blood. Their scent, their magic, their sex; we're meant to respond. To share.”
Harry dragged his eyes back to Draco, slowly lowering the boy to the ground and hovering over him. “I'm not sure,” Harry said, watching Draco's face. “I can't honestly say I won't get upset.”
Draco sighed, pulling Harry closer, letting his fingers ruffle through his dark feathers. Damn, but Harry felt good, hard body slowly moving over his, their cocks rocking together in a growing rhythm. “We'll talk about it. Each time, if that's what it takes. But I want you here, Harry. I want you with me, with my pack. I want you to love these people the way I do... I want you to help me protect them.”
Harry had never heard Draco ever talk about anyone the way he was talking about the Vesper, and it gave him pause. “Beautiful, what happened to you out here?” He asked, seeing what looked like tears of desperation and hope in Draco's gleaming eyes.
Draco smiled crookedly, kissing the corner of Harry's mouth. “I found my home. Our home. These people are my family, and as long as you don't go squishing them when you're in a mood, they can be your family too.”
Biting his lip, Harry let his eyes roam again, taking in the strange buildings, odd, colorful awning high above, and again, the Vesper, shifters shimmering as they moaned on the ground. Draco grabbed his chin, forcing his gaze to the side to watch two very handsome men work together to make another handsome man beg to come.
“You should do that to me,” Draco suggested, rolling over under Harry's weight and pushing back against the boy's large erection. “But don't be so nice about it, hmm?”
Staring at the way Draco's waist dipped, only to swell into his firm ass, slender tail making the curve look even more sexy, Harry decided he would try his best. He wasn't sure exactly how he was going to feel all the time with the idea of Draco being with others, but clearly it meant something to the boy, so he'd have to figure it out.
“Oh... Harry,” Draco gasped, Harry completely ignoring what he had asked to instead thrust his tongue deep inside him, sucking his hole and the flesh around it. “Fuck, don't tease me,” Draco whined, needing so much more than just that obscene, tormenting tongue. He hadn't seen Harry in nearly a week, and he needed to feel him inside, to know that he was real, and well, and just as wildly in love as before.
“Beg me,” Harry demanded lowly, a hint of a smile in his voice as he teased his tongue along the rim of Draco's entrance, a hand moving between the boy's thighs to spread him wide and squeeze firmly.
Draco snorted in laughter. “Potter, fuck me or I'm going to have someone else—” He didn't get to finish his sentence, Harry growling and pulling him down the ground, the head of his cock pressed tightly against Draco's hole. Fuck, the boy was easy to wind up. If only Harry realized just how much Draco prefered his hands, his tongue, his cock, his fucking amazing love to all the other Vesper. Draco wouldn't give up his new home for Harry, but he would sure fucking cry a river to lose the boy.
“God, you should listen to yourself,” Harry groaned as he slowly pushed into the boy, wanting to draw it out, wanting to make Draco remember just how fucking good it was to have him inside. “You moan like a whore. A very loud, very horny porn star.”
Considering Harry was hung like some huge dicked porn star, Draco was not too surprised. There was only one way to take something that big in, and it was loudly. “Oh fuck... fuck that's it... Harry...” He let out a surprised cry, Harry suddenly grabbing his hips and pulling him up to his knees and back to spear him onto the boy's thickness. All of Draco's senses were caught as he felt his body opening to Harry's cock, stretching wider, unbearably full, each small thrust pushing the boy so deep inside.
“I forgot,” Harry gasped, his eyes widening in surprise as Draco clenched tight around him. “The last time...”
“Yes.” Draco trembled, pushing back, urging Harry deeper. It hadn't been like this with the Vesper, this need to bury Harry so deep, and keep him inside.
“You keep—oh, fuck—sucking me in...” Harry whispered, surging forward with a hard thrust, slamming in as far as he could go.
Draco would have snickered at the words, but it felt too good, too fucking perfect, his entire body roaring with fire when Harry hit something so very deep inside. It was almost like he had grown a second prostate just for Harry. “Again,” he choked out, fingers clawing into the dirt, arms straining, sweat sliding down his skin to drip dark drops into the dusty ground. “Oh god... oh fuck...” he mumbled weakly, Harry thrusting shallowly, but forcefully, his large hands pulling Draco back with each relentless shove forward.
“You're tight... glowing... and tight...” Harry gave a fierce growl, just avoiding a face full of Draco's feathers when he pushed the boy's shoulders down to the ground. Draco moaned, grateful Harry didn't hold back, crashing into him, taking him how he needed to be taken, filling him the way they both loved so much with hard, long strokes of his thick length.
Draco was folded in half, chin resting on his arms, cry after cry falling from his gasping mouth. Harry was relentless as he drove into him, demanding, determined to brand himself deep into Draco until there would never be a question of who the boy belonged to. And if Harry had to do it every day, every night, he would, to remind Draco why he wanted him first, show him how they were just so damn good together.
“Shit—Draco!” Harry gasped, the boy's silvery tail suddenly wrapping around his waist and pulling Harry forward, sending him jarring on top of the blond, face first into his wings. “What are you... oh fuck... holy fuck.” Harry closed his eyes and groaned, his arms shaking as they wrapped around Draco's chest. The boy's passage was clutching him, and he pushed forward into it, feeling every grasping, suffocating, desperate pull around his cock. “Yes... god that's it... fucking it, love...”
Draco was completely lost, just sensations and bright light as he moved with Harry's shallow, grinding, maddening pumps. Their rhythm had disappeared long minutes ago, left to tremble and slam in joining sloppily. But neither cared, too caught up in the feel, the sounds, the scent of the other. When Draco came, sobbing, long streams of cum pearling on the dusty ground below him, Harry was right behind him. He quickly sank his teeth into the boy's long, pale throat, silky strands of hair getting in his way even as his fangs drew blood and he filled Draco's channel with his hot seed.
Draco gave another sob from the pain of Harry's bite, his body arching back, passage milking every long spurt Harry was willing to claim him with. And even though Harry was again growling about Draco being his, it was Draco that knew the truth. Harry was his, absolutely, completely consumed with him, and Draco would never have to say a word or lift a finger to compel those feelings from him. Harry had come home to him, and he would stay.
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