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For Their Unconquerable Souls	By : Lomonaaeren Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 29229 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter
Thirty-One�What Is True

�� Draco had
brewed, and spoken over things with his parents, enough to know that he stood
no chance of changing Narcissa�s mind, and that his father was already creating
the version of events in which he had won
(that is, the version of events in which Harry�s independence had been all
Lucius�s idea). He had, he thought, stayed away from Harry for a decent length
of time, depending on what someone else would consider decent.

�� And he
wanted to have what he�d been interrupted in the having
of too many times now.

�� So he went
to Harry�s bedroom, and paused for a moment to listen and make sure there were
no other human voices inside. But he heard only the voices of house-elves,
because Harry had not yet adjusted his wards to keep sound from escaping
through the crack around the door, and relaxed. This time, he would be the one
to dismiss Rogers, and�

�� Take what
he wanted? But this was about more than that. It was also about giving Harry
what he wanted, and showing him how
much pleasure they could interchange. After all, it was no fun if the other
person in the bed wasn�t having fun.

�� The answer
came to Draco when he thought about the way Lucius�s face was healing and the
way Harry had examined his watch when he announced that the Aurors were on
their way to arrest the guilty members of the Burne-Jones, Neverlong,
and Foxe families even as the Malfoys tried to debate their fates.

�� Triumph. This is our time to triumph.

�� He didn�t
bother knocking. Harry hadn�t set the wards to keep him out, and that was as
good as an invitation. He opened the door.

�� Harry
stared at him with his mouth slightly open. In front of the bed stood Rogers
and a dirty, shambling house-elf that Draco reckoned was the one belonging to
Harry. Rogers took the other�s hand and Apparated out with him. Draco would
have smiled if Rogers was still there to receive the tribute. At least he knew when Draco intended to bed the man
he was in love with, and he would make sure that no interruptions came between
him and Harry for the next few hours.

�� Did you
say something to them?� Harry demanded, his voice
shaky.

�� They know
when we�re serious and won�t be persuaded otherwise.� Draco shut the door
behind him and began to undo his robes. He kept his movements smooth, his head slightly
bowed as he walked, knowing that Harry was gazing at him in wonder and lust. He
had used this same dance to seduce a hundred times, sometimes simply stopping
in front of his target and beginning.

But this time was better. Harry was
constantly licking his lips, and didn�t seem to realize how clearly Draco could
see the outline of his erection against his robes.

This
isn�t a temporary lust, Draco realized yet again, as his robes began to
drop off his shoulders, and Harry�s eyes followed the cloth helplessly. I want him to make love to me, and I want to
make love to him, until we�re lost in each other, until the sensations are as
familiar to us as our breathing. �

�Unlike this morning,� Draco
continued, and his voice dropped. �Unless something else has
happened to convince you otherwise in the meantime.�

��

�� God, no.� Harry
was practically panting.

�� Draco had
to smile at the gasp, and then he paid attention to a button that was sticking
in the cloth. He preferred the manual method of undressing to the magical one,
because it allowed more time for seduction and conviction of a wavering lover,
but there were disadvantages. He could not afford to take too much time with
this.

�� And then
Harry seized his chin and thrust his tongue into his mouth. ��

�� It was
burning, and it was ferocity. Draco realized now that he had been fooled by the
demure, almost diffident way that Harry hung back into thinking he would be hesitant
when he did want to kiss someone. But
no; his tongue was performing a complicated dance in the middle of Draco�s
mouth that he didn�t think he�d ever encountered from anyone else.

�� Harry slid
a hand under his hanging robes and slowly ran a finger the length of his shoulderblade, towards his collarbone. Draco shut his eyes,
because the anticipation and the touch were both almost too much.

�� He almost
cried out when Harry�s teeth and tongue followed his finger. In the end, he managed
to prevent himself from revealing anything with sound, but not with movement.
He swayed on his feet, his skin moving in small shudders. He considered raising
a hand to arrest Harry�s head, but there was no reason to do that.

�� And then
Harry scraped as if he meant to worry Draco�s flesh from the bone.

�� Draco�s
cock arched, and he nearly came. As much to distract himself from that as because
it really did feel good, he seized Harry�s head and dragged him into a kiss.
Harry was the one gasping with surprise this time as Draco kissed him, and kissed him, and then forced him
backwards until Harry lay on the bed with Draco kneeling over him.

�� Harry�s
muscles were smooth and wonderful between his legs. Draco could feel his ribs,
but not as the striped curves of bone he had thought for a moment he would
feel, given how little Harry appeared to eat. And he was staring at Draco with
a worshipful, dazed expression that Draco liked very much.

�� He shrugged
himself free of the robes at last. Harry tried to rub his cock into them, but
Draco whipped them smoothly off the bed. Harry whimpered and closed his teeth
on his lip.

�� You should
undress,� Draco said. He didn�t know he would sound so guttural until his voice
emerged. Well, that was fine. He could seduce with a growl; he knew his own
capabilities. �I want you naked.�

�� Harry
nodded, and reached for his wand.

�� Oh, no. Draco caught his wrist. Harry
immediately froze as much as was possible when he still had a beating heart and
shivering skin, staring dreamily at Draco as if he thought Draco�s eyes were as
captivating as his own.

�� He won�t look in a mirror, Draco
thought, as he stared back at Harry, but
I can be his mirror. I can show him what�s wrong, show him how beautiful he is,
and teach him how little he has to change to satisfy me.

�� That is, not at all.

�� The slow
way,� Draco said, as he directed Harry�s hand to the first button on his robes.
�I�ve seen far too little of you, and I want to appreciate the first sight.�

�� Harry
flushed, and began to undo the robes. Now and then, his body quivered as if he
wanted to look away from Draco, but his conscience or his courage wouldn�t
permit it. Draco fought to keep from salivating as the robes slid away and
revealed Harry�s skin. It wasn�t that Harry�s body was exceptionally beautiful;
Draco had slept with beautiful people, like Blaise, and the attraction was not the
same. If someone were judging him as a stranger, they would probably say that
only Harry�s eyes really attracted attention and admiration.

�� It was the
thought that this body contained the spirit Harry had shown when defying the
Malfoys and blending with them and caring for Lucius that made Draco almost
swoon. He would be as close to Harry�s spirit as it was possible to be, soon.
He had to fight to keep from hurrying even though he was the one who had mandated the slow method.

�� And then
Harry began to push the robes off, and found that Draco�s kneeling posture held
them in place. �Draco,� he whispered.

�� Hmmm?� Draco pitched his voice high this time. He didn�t
enjoy being tugged away from his contemplation of Harry�s body, whatever the
necessity for it.

�� You�ll
need to lift up.�

�� Draco blinked, deliberately giving the impression that he didn�t
know what Harry was talking about. He doubted Harry would understand the
tribute that it was to make Draco�s mind run slowly and quickly at once; he
would probably prefer to believe that Draco was absorbed in contemplation of
him. He smiled, and Harry groaned. �I do, don�t I?� he
murmured, voice a growl again. �Well, I wouldn�t want you to miss me too much
in the meantime.�

�� And he made
sure to rub his arse against Harry�s cock before he swung a leg over his hips
and crouched beside him. Harry stretched yearningly after him, making a small
complaining noise in his throat. Draco tilted his head back, languidly, and
watched Harry to see what he would do next.

�� Harry�s
eyes narrowed slightly, and he began peeling off his robes again. Draco sighed
at the sight of taut flesh and shining skin, but he did wonder what sort of vengeance
Harry thought this could possibly be. Because it wasn�t
anything of the kind.

�� And then
Harry suddenly had his wand in hand, and less than a
moment later he was spelling off Draco�s trousers, and then he had dropped his
wand, and then he was licking Draco�s hip.

�� Draco
stiffened and cried out in spite of himself. He would have grabbed Harry�s head
and pulled him up so that they could kiss; he was certain that he meant to, at least. But Harry had his
mouth around his cock in the next instant, and then Draco was a little too busy
shuddering and flushing and crying out Harry�s name.

�� And then
Harry was sucking like an expert.

�� Draco hated
to use such a trite simile, but really, there was no other word for it.

�� Every
motion of his tongue seemed to teach him something new. When he found an
interesting peculiarity in the thickness of Draco�s shaft or the shape of his
head, he went back to it, and tortured until Draco felt as if he were floating
through a sea of fire. When he sucked and moaned at the same time, Draco
writhed and barely held back the quickest orgasm he�d ever had.

�� He didn�t
want to embarrass himself, but Merlin,
Harry made it difficult. He even seemed�as much as Draco could tell this from
the soft, coaxing motions of his mouth�to be demanding that response, as if he
wouldn�t be disappointed if Draco came quickly, as if that wasn�t weakness but
the evidence of pleasure, and he cared about little but giving Draco pleasure.

�� But still�

�� No.

��

�� Draco had
dreamed of fucking Harry, and he was going to fuck Harry. He reached down,
seized a handful of those stubborn curls, and sobbed out, �No, stop!�

�� Harry
stiffened for a moment, and then lifted his head, though not before he had
given Draco�s cock one more lick. His eyes blazed, and
Draco felt his heart pounding faster at the passion in them. Yes, he need not
have worried that Harry would lack enthusiasm, once they had the time to make
love and trusted each other enough.

�� What?�

�� Not like
that,� Draco managed to whisper. He stroked Harry�s cheek for a moment, but his
fingers trembled, and he nearly cut off one of Harry�s eyelashes with his
nails. He swallowed, which was hard when there was no saliva in his throat. He
wanted to marvel. Harry had affected him even more profoundly than he�d
thought.

�� You want
us to both suck each other at the same time?� Harry stared at Draco�s lips, and
his eyes filled with flame and shadow.

�� No.� This
time, Draco managed to stroke Harry�s cheek in a way that made it a caress
instead of a punishment. His lip curled, and he swallowed again, and saw Harry�s
pupils expand. �No, I want to fuck you.�

�� And the
mere sound of the words made Harry arch towards him, neck curved back, hips
curved forwards, offering himself, and his erection, and his skin, and his
strength, and his vulnerability. Draco had to close his eyes for a moment.

�� Yes,�
Harry said, with immense dignity in his voice considering the way that voice
faltered for a moment, �yes, I think I�d like that.�

�� Draco
leaned forwards, pressing Harry to the bed, and began to kiss him again. He
wanted to steal his breath, steal his attention, steal
his ability to focus on anything other than what Draco was doing to him. He had
never been this greedy, this possessive,
with anyone. He wanted desperately, and the only way he could feel strong was
to kindle that same desperate desire in the person he was sleeping with.

�� Harry tried
to put his arms around Draco�s shoulders, but Draco pinned his wrists to the
pillow. That just resulted in Harry spreading his legs and shoving his arse
back. Draco paused to stare at him. Does
he realize what he looks like? Doesn�t he care what I�ll think of him, for
behaving like that?

�� Well?�
Harry demanded. �Get on with it.�

�� He doesn�t care what I think of him, because
he�s already sure that it�s something good, Draco realized, and the
realization reached down into him and shook him, as though he were a building
rattling on its foundations. To him, this
kind of thing isn�t a weakness.

�� He didn�t
know how many times he would have to realize that before it finally stayed with
him, but, for the moment, he had other things to say.

�� You
wouldn�t like me to simply get on with it,� Draco whispered, even as he reached
for Harry�s pants. And then he found his hand had fallen short, because he�d
been staring at Harry�s arse and the way he offered it, without shame and in
every expectation of pleasure. The flush in his cheeks couldn�t get much
stronger, given his desire, and hopefully that would hide the embarrassment. �I
have the feeling it would be a bit too�much�for
you to handle.�

�� Braggart,�
Harry moaned.

�� Oh, no.� Draco tore the pants off, then seized Harry�s
wand. When he flicked the wand, a large pool of his favorite lubricant appeared
on Harry�s belly and his arsehole. Harry yelped, as
if the conjuring of oil to make Draco�s entrance easier was an affront to his
dignity. ��At this, I�m exactly as good
as I say I am.�

�� And then he
had the opportunity to make Harry fascinated with him again, because he took some
of the oil on his hand and slid the first finger into Harry�s arsehole. Harry shuddered and tried to look away. Draco
wouldn�t let him. He went on staring the way he would have at a snake that was
about to strike him�a creature of implacable beauty that he needed to tame
before it tamed him.

�� Harry began
to gasp, his stomach flexing as if he were trying to hold in a full and
delicious meal.

�� Yes,� Draco said, his words dragging and
slopping up his throat, given how thick they were.

�� He slid a
second finger in to join the first, and began to pursue a steady, gentle,
regular movement, parting his fingers and then joining them, and all the time
crooking them, in a search for Harry�s prostate. Harry spread his legs as if in
answer. Draco said something he meant to be an endearment, but which ended up
coming out more like a wordless mumble, and then bent down to leave the mark of
his teeth on Harry�s hip the way it felt Harry had left the invisible mark of
his tongue all over Draco�s cock.

�� Draco moved
to add a third finger. Harry laughed, and then blinked and frowned. He was
probably upset about the hitch in his voice, Draco thought smugly. Harry had
meant to introduce an element of ridiculousness into the moment, but the
pleasure was too much for him.

�� Two�s
enough,� Harry said.

�� How long
has it been since someone fucked you?� Draco paced his breathing carefully to
control his jealousy, but Harry heard it and laughed anyway. Draco tightened
his hold on Harry�s waist. He�d let Harry�s wrists go because he was keeping
them still.

�� Four
months or so,� Harry said. �And that was Xavier Brandeis.�

�� That fool who confronted you in hospital?� Draco could still
hear the fool�s squealing voice if he concentrated.

�� Harry
nodded. �And the one who cast the Beetle�s Bite on me through the wards at
Grimmauld Place.�

�� Draco
bristled, but not so much with anger as with longing. �You only forbade me from
taking vengeance on the people who hurt my father,� he said.

�� But I did
tell you that I didn�t want you ever taking revenge for me, no matter what the
situation was,� Harry said. Too calm, too
fucking determined to make this all about other people�s pain instead of his own. Draco curled his lip.

�� Listen,�
Harry said. �You can take a better vengeance on Xavier than by hunting him
down, even if he never knows it.� Draco arched a brow, and Harry smiled. �Make
me forget him.�

�� But when he focuses on others� pleasure, he
does it very well.

�� Yes,� Draco said, and leaned back on his
heels. He gave Harry a half-warning look; he could still require more oil, or a
third finger, or he could ask for them to suck each other instead.

�� Harry
stared back with his eyes shimmering more incandescently than the oil. He was stubborn, Draco
had to give him that. And then he spread his legs and lined his arse carefully
up with Draco�s cock.

�� Keep doing
that and I�ll come before I get inside you,� Draco muttered.

�� Harry threw
him a look of defiant scorn. �Even Xavier
never did that.�

�� Draco
growled and urged his hips forwards. His cock began to slide into Harry, and he
tensed and bit his lip, his body trembling as though he were the one being penetrated. It always affected him like this,
always.

�� At least
Harry was affected too, from the way he was trying to
regulate his breathing.

�� Draco
stopped at last. He wanted to groan in pure luxury. His balls rested gently
against Harry�s arse, and his body throbbed, and he could feel the warmth
around his cock in his neck, which made him hang his head. ��All right there?� he asked, bending to lick a
line of sweat from Harry�s chest.

�� More than
all right,� Harry said, and grinned at him. �Besides, you haven�t done anything yet. Do you want to be a
rival to Xavier or not?�

�� Draco
snarled�who said things like that in
the middle of being fucked by a Malfoy?�and snapped his hips forwards. Harry
cried out, the lower half of his body rising from the bed and his toes curling. Draco smirked; he could hear the way Harry
luxuriated, too, in that cry, which was not a sign that he needed to be more
careful.

�� Draco gave
a slow thrust the next time, then two more long ones, then three quick jabs
that hit Harry�s prostate and made his eyes fall shut. A groan was bubbling on
his lips, which moved but released no sound. His head and his arms twitched, on
the verge of thrashing.

�� Keep your
hands there,� Draco whispered. He settled into a regular rhythm that mimicked
the stretching pattern of his fingers earlier, the bed under him sometimes
driving his thrusts more smoothly in, the way a pillow beneath Harry�s hips
would have. �I like that.�

�� Harry laughed.
This time, Draco didn�t take it as mockery.

�� Draco began
to apply other parts of his body to making love; he liked to do it as a whole
and consistent act, rather than making it all about the cock and the balls, the
way Blaise had sometimes done. He dug his fingernails randomly into Harry�s
skin, and now and then brushed his cock in the same way. He grabbed a fold of
skin and pinched it until Harry gasped. He touched Harry�s shoulder and chest
with his tongue when he could. He gasped, too, so that Harry could hear his
voice, since at the moment his eyes weren�t open.

And he did his very best to take
the warmth and indescribable pleasure flowing through him, thanks to the tight
clasp of Harry�s arse, and gift it back to Harry.

�� It worked.
Harry began to moan and sigh, and repeat the sounds in a cycle of his own,
until Draco couldn�t resist it any longer. �

�Quite a concert you�re giving me,
Harry,� he murmured.

�� Harry
opened his eyes, a smile trembling on his lips. Draco waited until his eyes
were partially focused, then grabbed Harry�s cock and circled his fingers
around the head at the same moment as he made sure to hit Harry�s prostate.

�� Harry�s cry
was a soft, gentle gasp that went on mounting, breaking in odd places and then
tumbling upwards again. He splashed Draco�s hand with come, and Draco enjoyed
that as much as he enjoyed the stronger way his hips were moving now, as
instinct and inevitability took over his body. At last Harry stopped coming and
lay there, still staring at him, a faint, dazed smile on his lips.

�� Time to see how far he�s
willing to go. Draco
extended his come-covered hand to Harry�s lips.

�� Harry
sucked one finger into his mouth and clenched down with his inner muscles at
the same time.

�� No�fair��

Draco managed to say that before
his orgasm, but it was a near thing, with his body involved in the thrusting
and the pushing and the pulsing as he
came. He lost his balance and fell forwards, half in Harry�s come again, his
chest pressing against Harry�s, his hips still snugly in place as he finished.

And they were connected, the way
that Draco had wanted to connect with Harry�s spirit when he looked at him
earlier, as close as two people could be without using some rather nasty
versions of Legilimency and the Imperius Curse.

And Harry was still cleaning the
come from his fingers with a languid tongue.

�� I think
that was a draw,� Draco said at last, shifting around so he could see Harry�s
face. He didn�t pull out. He liked to stay in the lovers he fucked as long as
he could, to sleep inside them if they permitted it. He didn�t think Harry
would permit that, not quite yet, but perhaps later. �I trust that I�ve sent
Xavier entirely out of your head.�

�� Harry blinked
and stared at him. �Who�s Xavier?�

�� Draco knew
he gasped before he saw the smile crinkling the edges of Harry�s eyes and
mouth, and hit him instead.

*

�� linagabriev: Harry would say that the stricture against
vengeance covers the Dursleys. Of course, Draco would reason that he doesn�t
know Draco knows about them, and thus he can�t actually forbid Draco to take
revenge.

�� Michelle
Wolf: Thank you! And yes.

�� Spicyeggplant: Thank you! I promise the Dursley
plot is resolved in the next chapter.

�� hieisdragoness18:
Harry�s been polite and tried to help, and Lucius and
Draco mistook that for weakness. ;)

�� Thrnbrooke: Here it is!
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