Harry Potter and The Beloved Incubus (BP4)
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Beloved Incubus
Chapter Number/Total: 36/40
Chapter Title: Beloved Incubus
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Draco sighed in relief when they were gone and reached into the cot to pick up Valen, holding him carefully and cradling him to his chest.
"Do you want to... talk, love?" Harry asked, stroking Valen's cheek with a finger very gently.
Looking into those amazing green eyes, the last thing Draco wanted was talking. Cradling Valen in one arm, he took Harry's hand and led them to the bedroom. Draco sat down on the edge of the bed and kicked his shoes off before laying back and holding out his silver hand to his husband to draw him in.
Harry smiled gently and got out of his shoes as well before taking Draco's hand and getting on the bed with him. He pressed close to his side, staring at his face.
His husband and their child in his arms, Draco allowed his body to relax a bit and was surprised to find a small sob escape his lips when he did.
Harry's eyes widened just a little, but he had been thinking that something was bothering Draco, and so he wasn't surprised. He pressed closer still and kissed Draco's cheek gently, keeping silent.
Draco closed his eyes and wasn't too shocked to feel a tear escape as he did. He just lay there holding his family and feeling a powerful wave of fear and longing.
"I love you," Harry whispered very quietly, not knowing what else to say. "I'm here."
Draco nodded, holding him tight as he lay there and cried. He felt foolish. Harry was always there when he cried.
Harry kissed Draco's cheek again, bringing an arm around to stroke the other side of Draco's face. He whispered soothing words into his ear and let Draco's tears fall, knowing that it would probably make him feel better.
Valen began to squirm and then to cry.
Harry sighed quietly, still stroking Draco's face. He kissed him one last time and then sat up, holding his arms out. "Here, I'll take him," he said quietly, frowning slightly.
"He's hungry," Draco said as he passed their son to his husband.
Harry nodded, scooting back amongst the pillows as he usually did. He set Valen in his lap, took his own shirt off and situated the baby at a nipple, sighing again. He stared down at Draco quietly.
Draco wiped his eyes with his hand and took some deep breaths, feeling cleaner somehow. He watched again in awe as Harry fed the tiny boy, feeling the power in both the act and the magic. "I never thought I would have this," he said softly.
"Have what?" Harry asked quietly.
"This," Draco gestured to himself, Harry and Valentine. "Our little family."
Harry smiled gently. "I thought you said your parents had everything figured out for you," he said. "You never thought you would be a father?"
"Yes, I was supposed to be a father," Draco said. "I was supposed to mold the next Malfoy heir. Love was never part of the plan."
Harry nodded. "But you did get to marry someone you love," he said. "And we have a son - however that worked, but here he is." He smiled gently again.
Draco smiled. "Yes, and here you both are," he said wistfully.
"Here we both are," Harry repeated. "I'm not going anywhere and I'm sure Valen's here to stay as well."
Draco looked up into those green eyes and felt like he could melt. "You are trying to reassure me," he said with a smile. He sighed.
"Do you need reassurance?" Harry asked.
"You are upset because I was crying," Draco said, "but you haven't asked me why."
"I'm not upset," Harry said with a small sigh. "Not in any sort of angry way.... Why were you crying?"
Draco pursed his lips, frowning. "It matters more now," he said.
Harry frowned slightly. "What matters more?" he asked.
"That at least one of us live," he said.
Harry bit his lip and looked down at Valen. "I know," he said, nearly whispering.
Valen's little suckling noises made Draco smile. He reached a hand out to touch the baby's tiny one. "We've never talk about what happened the last time we destroyed one," he said.
Harry looked up at Draco again. "It... isn't something I particularly wanted to talk about," he said.
"I died. At least twice," Draco said quietly.
Harry swallowed heavily, just those simple words making his heart beat faster. "Literally... dead?" he asked.
"Yes," Draco said. "And the third time was back at the house where Valen was born."
Harry clenched his hands. He bit his lip and nodded after a moment, looking down at Valen again. "Why was I able to bring you back?" he asked quietly.
"I think it is related to that clause of our binding promises," Draco said. "I was dead but not gone. You healed me, made my body work again."
Harry's breathing was deep and heavy as he thought about that. "It's been like that since the start," he said.
Draco frowned, unsure how much of what he was thinking he should share with his husband. "Have you heard of a magical creature called an Incubus?" he asked.
Harry frowned, shrugging. "I don't think so," he said, wondering why Draco was asking about a magical creature when they were talking about their binding promise.
"Succubi and Incubi are creatures who need sexual energy to live," Draco said, sounding like he was reciting from a book. "The males are called Incubus. In some ways, that clause seems to have mimicked their traits in me. Benefits and limits, alike."
Harry frowned again. "Limits?" he asked.
"Well, the most obvious is that my life energy appears directly tied to yours," Draco said. "Without it, I am ... empty. But we knew that. What is interesting is that you seem to be able to bring me back from things that have killed me as well. I think you have been healing me other times and we didn't notice it."
"Well, those sound like benefits to me," Harry said, looking up.
Draco blushed then, smirking. "You are aware that most people could not have sex as often as we do and not be ... sore?" he asked.
Harry couldn't help it. He smiled a bit. "Yeah, I guess," he said.
"It may be that you heal me every time and we just were both so inexperienced, we didn't notice," Draco said, still blushing. "And there were other times, like the cuts I made on myself and the way they healed without even scaring when we did the second binding."
"That's a good thing," said Harry. "Otherwise, not only would you have a huge scar down your chest, your arse and my cock would be skinned."
Draco rolled his eyes. "Yes," he said with a smirk. "So the point here is that your magic has made me into something I wasn't. But there are always consequences to magic."
Harry went back to frowning again. "And what are these consequences?" he asked.
"Or rather limits," Draco corrected. "The problem with breaking the rules, Harry, is then you don't know the limits. At some point we may find them. Did it take longer to bring me back this time?"
"I think so," Harry said, thinking back to compare.
"Someday it might not work at all," Draco said, "or worse."
Harry frowned at Draco in fear and confusion. "What do you mean?" he asked.
"Someday my soul may no longer be in my body when you try to bring me back," Draco said, sighing. "I see two possibilities if that happens."
Harry's breathing and heart sped up. "What are they?" he asked, nearly whispering.
"First, that I would remain dead. The lesser of the potential problems," Draco said, not able to meet Harry's eyes as he told him.
"What could be worse than that?" Harry said, voice still the same.
"You bring me back without a soul," Draco whispered.
Harry was speechless for several moments, fearful tears brimming his eyes. "Like a Dementor's kiss," he whispered.
Valen squeaked, flailing little arms in protest.
Harry looked down, and tears spilled over as he imagined Draco gone and himself and Valen left without him. "But you don't know for sure," he said to Draco, closing his eyes and lifting the baby to his shoulder.
Draco moved up to put his arms around them both, resting his head against Harry's forehead. "I need you to promise me something," he whispered.
Harry squeezed his eyes even more tightly shut. "What?" he asked, but he could hardly say it.
"Promise that you won't keep my body alive if that happens," Draco whispered.
Harry clenched his teeth to keep the sobs from escaping his lips. "I-" he tried to say, but no sound came out.
Draco brought a hand around to cup Harry's chin, tipping his face up to look into his eyes. "I would not want to live like that," he said.
Harry stared into Draco's face, knowing he was right. "I promise," he whispered, making his voice work.
"Valen's asleep," Draco observed quietly, kissing his husband gently and then reaching for the infant. "Let me put him in his cot."
Harry let Draco take Valen and sat wiping his eyes, still scared.
Draco Summoned the cot from the other room. He kissed Valen's forehead and laid him down gently. Then he climbed back onto the bed and sat kneeling beside his husband.
Harry didn't know if he could look at Draco without starting to cry again. He didn't know what to say. Draco had basically just told him that this next Horcrux could kill him - worse than kill him, leave him an empty shell left in his own despairing thoughts. Harry had grown so used to being able to save Draco through their bond. He'd never thought that limits were a possibility.
"I have always known that this war may kill me. It's not that I feel any less strongly about the need to do the job we are doing," Draco said. "In fact, Valen makes it even more important to me." He frowned. "I just never thought about what actually being dead would be like."
"Sirius hates it," Harry said quietly, still unable to look at Draco. He brought his knees up to his chest, staring at them instead.
"I didn't mind it so much when I just thought of it as an end," Draco said, nodding as he continued, "but the idea of being conscious but without you - I don't want that."
"I don't know if I could do it without you," Harry whispered, thinking of Lupin only able to see Sirius through a mirror. Harry felt like that would make it worse somehow. He couldn't imagine looking at Draco through that tiny little frame, unable to touch him or kiss him, Draco unable to touch or hold Valen. He shivered.
"You have to survive," Draco said, sounding almost urgent in tone. "Valen shouldn't be left without at least one of us."
Harry suddenly reached out and grabbed the front of Draco's shirt tightly. He pulled him so that there were only centimeters between their faces. "Both of us," he said insistently, unable to take the thought of Draco dying.
Draco's heart sped up and he shivered. Harry's green eyes were flashing and his magic crackled over the blond's skin.
Harry's eyes brimmed with tears again. "I can't do it without you," he repeated. "I need you - we both need you. But, Merlin, I need you with me - forever."
Draco nodded, his left hand coming up to cup his lover's face. "Yes," he said, trembling.
Harry's hand tightened further on Draco's shirt, his own chest heaving. "I need you right now," he whispered. "Please, Draco." A few tears spilled over.
"Yes, yours," Draco said, his fingers stroking the trail left by the tears. He leaned in an licked a tear from Harry's chin.
Harry closed his eyes and it caused a few more tears to fall. He unclenched his hand and trailed it down Draco's chest and then back up it, under the shirt this time.
Draco licked the tears as they fell, nipping at Harry's chin as well. He gasped as Harry's hand touched his skin. "Please, yes," he whispered.
Harry opened his eyes again and simply stared at Draco, his hand resting over Draco's heart, feeling it beat. After a few moments of silence, he moved forward and closed the very small space between their mouths, kissing Draco gently.
"Mmm," Draco hummed, his lips moving against Harry's and his right hand sliding back into the man's hair.
Harry slid his tongue across Draco's bottom lip slowly, kissing as if he didn't kiss him dozens of times every day. He breathed in his smell, savoured his taste and revelled in the simple feel of his skin.
Draco had been pulled forward by Harry, so that while the other man was sitting up against the head board, Draco was leaning over him. He took hold of the headboard with his silver hand and slid a leg over Harry, so that he was sitting in his lap, facing him. He breathed into the kiss, every movement of Harry's intoxicating.
"I need you," Harry whispered between slow kisses. "I need you, Draco." He moved his free hand to Draco's back, moving it up his shirt as well.
"Yours, all yours," Draco responded, skin on fire everywhere Harry touched.
"Yours," Harry replied, pulling away from Draco only to remove his shirt. He moved hands slowly over his naked chest in wonder. "I love you," he whispered, moving forward to lay a kiss on Draco's collar bone.
Draco shivered when Harry slid his shirt off of him. He wasn't cold. Far from it. Warm, strong hands caressed his flesh and Harry's lips were firm and soft.
"I want you," Harry said, kissing Draco's lips again. "I want you and I don't care how. Just you."
"Yes," Draco moaned. "Whatever and however, but yes." He released the headboard and put that arm around Harry's waist, sliding forward so that the erection in his trousers pressed against Harry.
Harry gasped quietly, nails accidentally biting into the skin in Draco's back. "Inside," he whispered. "I want you inside me."
"Gods, yes," Draco said, as much to the nails as to the words. "Remove clothes," he said, too worked up already to want to fumble with them.
Harry hardly needed to concentrate with the Clothing Remove Spell anymore. It was almost second nature to him. Within a second their clothes were gone. Harry grabbed Draco's hand and did the Lubricant Spell as well, wanting Draco so badly now, he ached with it.
"Tell me what I am thinking, Harry," Draco said, smirking.
Harry was panting and hardly registered the words. "What?" he asked, confused.
"Tell me what I am thinking of doing to you, and I will," he purred.
"Fucking me," Harry replied immediately, trying to push up against Draco. He was still frowning confusedly, wondering why Draco would tell him to do that.
"Legilimens - use it on me," Draco said, still sitting astride his lover and not moving to do anything yet.
Harry groaned with frustration. "Now?" he whined, his cock hard and twitching in anticipation.
"Yes, now." Draco smiled, knowing the frustration would make Harry's magic more focused.
Harry groaned again, wondering if Draco was going to do this to him every time he wanted sex. He tried to remember what it had felt like to do Occlumency and tried to reverse that. He looked straight into Draco's eyes, concentrating on trying to see behind them. He groaned again. "Ugh, Draco, I can't," he said.
"Don't you want to know what wicked thoughts are behind these eyes?" Draco purred, smiling mischievously at him and lifting an eyebrow. He played with the lube in his hand, rubbing his fingers together.
Harry looked up at Draco again and found that he did indeed want to know. He tried concentrating again, frowning. "Legilimens," he said aloud, and he was shocked when he felt some sort of weird, tiny pull and a very blurry picture appeared, but it was strange as he could still see Draco's face. He blinked, trying to make the picture clearer, but the eye contact was broken and therefore, the spell as well.
Draco grinned. "Close," he said, taking his own cock in his hand and stroking it with the lube. "Try again," he encouraged.
Harry frowned heavily, staring directly into Draco's eyes again. Another few moments of hard concentration passed, and Harry said again, "Legilimens," a bit louder this time. Draco wasn't resisting or trying to hide anything, so it wasn't as hard as it would be on someone else, and he felt that little pull again. He saw that same blurry picture. Instead of blinking this time, he tried to focus with his mind. He was relieved when the picture became more solid. It was like he was looking at it without his glasses on rather than hardly being able to see anything at all. He saw himself on his knees on the bed, holding the headboard as Draco fucked him from behind.
He gasped and swallowed, his cock twitching again. He blinked accidentally and to his slight disappointment the picture disappeared. He grinned slyly at Draco.
Draco was stroking himself and he could feel it when Harry entered his mind. It felt so amazing that he had to stop his hand for a minute or risk coming just from Harry's magic. And that look on Harry's face after sent a shiver down his spine.
"May I please be fucked now?" Harry asked, licking his lips. He smirked.
Draco climbed off Harry's lap and raised an eyebrow, waiting to see if he'd gotten a good enough picture to assume the position Draco had been thinking of trying.
Harry waggled his eyebrows and flipped around before raising himself to his knees and holding the headboard tightly, looking over his shoulder at Draco.
"Gods, yes," Draco said, and moved up behind him. He reached fingers down, sliding down the crevasse of Harry's arse until he found his entrance and pushed in. "I am going to fuck you," he said in a low, husky voice.
Harry let out a breathy, low laugh. "I expect to be pounded after seeing that," he replied with a gasp as he felt Draco's fingers inside him.
"You get whatever you want now," Draco purred, working him quickly. "I can't wait to be inside you, fucking you until you scream."
Harry's arse clenched around Draco's fingers and his hold on the headboard tightened. "Mmm, fuck yes," he groaned. "I want to scream."
Draco's cock twitched as Harry's muscles clenched around his fingers. "Fuck, yes," he answered, removing his fingers and pushing his cock in to replace them as soon as he could. He slid into his lover, shuddering with pleasure as he did.
Harry moaned loudly, throwing his head back and forward, the muscles in his arms and shoulders flexing as he held onto the wood of the bed and tried to push back against Draco.
Draco grabbed Harry's hips with both hands and began to thrust hard into him, using Harry's hips to control the angle and the speed. "Inside you," he growled. "Always inside you."
Harry cried out and hissed with pleasure, his cock bobbing with Draco's movements. "Fuck yes, always!" he shouted.
"Tell me, use that beautiful hot mouth of yours to tell me how it feels to have my cock in your arse," Draco told him.
"Oh, fuck," Harry groaned at Draco's words. "So stretched," he growled, being rocked forward. "Fucking owned."
"Yes, you're mine," Draco growled, his body wet with sweat now as he pounded into Harry's. "I am going to come hard inside you," he said, "fill you!"
Harry cried out again, his sweaty hands slipping slightly. "Gonna come so fucking hard," he panted, flushed with heat. "You're cock in me is gonna make me fucking come all over this bed, Draco."
Draco could come just hearing Harry talk like that. He growled again, his fingers digging into the flesh that covered Harry's hips. He flexed his own hips hard forward, screaming as he came inside his lover.
"Fuck yes, come inside me!" Harry cried, letting go of the headboard with one hand to reach down and finish himself off. He came only seconds later, crying out again and trembling with the effort of holding himself up.
Magic rolled over Draco in waves and he clung to Harry, holding himself inside, pulling the other man's hips against his own. He moaned loudly, his head falling forward to rest on Harry's back.
Harry panted, still trembling. He reached his now sticky hand up and grasped the bed with it again, eyes sliding shut.
Draco was still trembling as he ran his hands around his lover's waist, holding him tight against his own body still, his face pressed to the back of his neck. "I love you," he whispered. "I don't want any existence without you."
"I won't allow that to happen," Harry answered. He needed to say it.
Draco nodded, hoping that it was a promise Harry could keep. He kissed the back of Harry's head and then carefully pulled out and back so that he was sitting on his own feet, still on his knees. The view was fantastic, he thought.
Harry took a deep breath and gingerly lowered himself so that his arse wasn't in the air. He felt a bit sore and he loved it. "Did we wake the baby?" he asked, glancing over at the cot.
"Yes," Draco chuckled. "But he seems happy enough."
Harry smiled and laughed, turning so that he could lie on his back.
Draco knelt beside him still, and grinned. "Do you realise what you did?" he asked.
"Had some great sex," Harry replied with a goofy smile.
"That too," Draco smiled. "And performed Legilimency without a wand."
"Wasn't very good though," Harry said, but he was still smiling.
"Wandless, Harry," Draco said. "I can't do that. Few people can do even the simple spells wandless."
Harry nodded slowly. "So you think I can do it?" he asked, face serious now.
"I am pretty sure you can master the art, yes," Draco said. He Summoned his wand and did a Cleaning Charm on Harry, himself, and the bed, and then climbed over his husband and reached into the cot to pull out a wriggling infant. Valen was burbling happily at his parents.
Harry smiled and sat up a bit. "I hope so," he said, staring at their son.
"Watch this," Draco said, and laid their son face down on the bed. Valen wiggled fiercely for a minute, pushing at the bed and then managed to lift his own head and look at Harry.
Harry gasped quietly and smiled hugely. "Brilliant," he said, pushing himself up more and then lying on his own stomach to face the baby. "Valen's strong, huh?" he said to him in a funny, gruff voice. He kissed his nose.
Valen wrinkled his face up in response to the kiss and burbled some more.
Draco lay down on the other side, looking at his child and his husband, grinning from ear to ear. "He can lift his head now. That means rolling over next and then... crawling."
"Oh, Merlin," Harry said, pretending to be afraid, but actually wondering what sort of trouble the little boy before him could get into. "At this rate, he'll be going off to Hogwarts when he's five!" he said with a laugh.
Draco picked up the infant, rolled onto his back and held him face to face. "Listen to me," he said in a mock stern voice. "Slytherin. Sly - ther - in."
Harry grinned and huffed in mock indignation. He pinched Draco. "Don't listen to him. He doesn't know what he's talking about," he said, rolling and scooting close to Draco so that he was pressed side-to-side with him and could easily look at Valen.
Draco laughed and Valen's eyes shown as bright as Harry's. He brought the little boy down to lie on his chest and smiled as Valen continued to make strange noises as them. "He talks a lot, doesn't he?" Draco teased.
Harry snorted. "He'll probably talk your ear off one day," he said. "Is it just me, or does he seem to be getting balder?" He reached and fluffed the little bit of blond hair the baby had.
Draco snorted. "Probably because you are always rubbing his head."
Harry smiled and ceased the movement of his hand. "I can't help it," he said. And it was true; he couldn't help but touch the baby's head, especially when he was feeding him.
"I am sure it’s fine." Draco laughed. "You pull at mine all the time and I am not bald yet."
Harry laughed. "True," he said, pulling at a strand.
Chapter Title: Beloved Incubus
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Draco sighed in relief when they were gone and reached into the cot to pick up Valen, holding him carefully and cradling him to his chest.
"Do you want to... talk, love?" Harry asked, stroking Valen's cheek with a finger very gently.
Looking into those amazing green eyes, the last thing Draco wanted was talking. Cradling Valen in one arm, he took Harry's hand and led them to the bedroom. Draco sat down on the edge of the bed and kicked his shoes off before laying back and holding out his silver hand to his husband to draw him in.
Harry smiled gently and got out of his shoes as well before taking Draco's hand and getting on the bed with him. He pressed close to his side, staring at his face.
His husband and their child in his arms, Draco allowed his body to relax a bit and was surprised to find a small sob escape his lips when he did.
Harry's eyes widened just a little, but he had been thinking that something was bothering Draco, and so he wasn't surprised. He pressed closer still and kissed Draco's cheek gently, keeping silent.
Draco closed his eyes and wasn't too shocked to feel a tear escape as he did. He just lay there holding his family and feeling a powerful wave of fear and longing.
"I love you," Harry whispered very quietly, not knowing what else to say. "I'm here."
Draco nodded, holding him tight as he lay there and cried. He felt foolish. Harry was always there when he cried.
Harry kissed Draco's cheek again, bringing an arm around to stroke the other side of Draco's face. He whispered soothing words into his ear and let Draco's tears fall, knowing that it would probably make him feel better.
Valen began to squirm and then to cry.
Harry sighed quietly, still stroking Draco's face. He kissed him one last time and then sat up, holding his arms out. "Here, I'll take him," he said quietly, frowning slightly.
"He's hungry," Draco said as he passed their son to his husband.
Harry nodded, scooting back amongst the pillows as he usually did. He set Valen in his lap, took his own shirt off and situated the baby at a nipple, sighing again. He stared down at Draco quietly.
Draco wiped his eyes with his hand and took some deep breaths, feeling cleaner somehow. He watched again in awe as Harry fed the tiny boy, feeling the power in both the act and the magic. "I never thought I would have this," he said softly.
"Have what?" Harry asked quietly.
"This," Draco gestured to himself, Harry and Valentine. "Our little family."
Harry smiled gently. "I thought you said your parents had everything figured out for you," he said. "You never thought you would be a father?"
"Yes, I was supposed to be a father," Draco said. "I was supposed to mold the next Malfoy heir. Love was never part of the plan."
Harry nodded. "But you did get to marry someone you love," he said. "And we have a son - however that worked, but here he is." He smiled gently again.
Draco smiled. "Yes, and here you both are," he said wistfully.
"Here we both are," Harry repeated. "I'm not going anywhere and I'm sure Valen's here to stay as well."
Draco looked up into those green eyes and felt like he could melt. "You are trying to reassure me," he said with a smile. He sighed.
"Do you need reassurance?" Harry asked.
"You are upset because I was crying," Draco said, "but you haven't asked me why."
"I'm not upset," Harry said with a small sigh. "Not in any sort of angry way.... Why were you crying?"
Draco pursed his lips, frowning. "It matters more now," he said.
Harry frowned slightly. "What matters more?" he asked.
"That at least one of us live," he said.
Harry bit his lip and looked down at Valen. "I know," he said, nearly whispering.
Valen's little suckling noises made Draco smile. He reached a hand out to touch the baby's tiny one. "We've never talk about what happened the last time we destroyed one," he said.
Harry looked up at Draco again. "It... isn't something I particularly wanted to talk about," he said.
"I died. At least twice," Draco said quietly.
Harry swallowed heavily, just those simple words making his heart beat faster. "Literally... dead?" he asked.
"Yes," Draco said. "And the third time was back at the house where Valen was born."
Harry clenched his hands. He bit his lip and nodded after a moment, looking down at Valen again. "Why was I able to bring you back?" he asked quietly.
"I think it is related to that clause of our binding promises," Draco said. "I was dead but not gone. You healed me, made my body work again."
Harry's breathing was deep and heavy as he thought about that. "It's been like that since the start," he said.
Draco frowned, unsure how much of what he was thinking he should share with his husband. "Have you heard of a magical creature called an Incubus?" he asked.
Harry frowned, shrugging. "I don't think so," he said, wondering why Draco was asking about a magical creature when they were talking about their binding promise.
"Succubi and Incubi are creatures who need sexual energy to live," Draco said, sounding like he was reciting from a book. "The males are called Incubus. In some ways, that clause seems to have mimicked their traits in me. Benefits and limits, alike."
Harry frowned again. "Limits?" he asked.
"Well, the most obvious is that my life energy appears directly tied to yours," Draco said. "Without it, I am ... empty. But we knew that. What is interesting is that you seem to be able to bring me back from things that have killed me as well. I think you have been healing me other times and we didn't notice it."
"Well, those sound like benefits to me," Harry said, looking up.
Draco blushed then, smirking. "You are aware that most people could not have sex as often as we do and not be ... sore?" he asked.
Harry couldn't help it. He smiled a bit. "Yeah, I guess," he said.
"It may be that you heal me every time and we just were both so inexperienced, we didn't notice," Draco said, still blushing. "And there were other times, like the cuts I made on myself and the way they healed without even scaring when we did the second binding."
"That's a good thing," said Harry. "Otherwise, not only would you have a huge scar down your chest, your arse and my cock would be skinned."
Draco rolled his eyes. "Yes," he said with a smirk. "So the point here is that your magic has made me into something I wasn't. But there are always consequences to magic."
Harry went back to frowning again. "And what are these consequences?" he asked.
"Or rather limits," Draco corrected. "The problem with breaking the rules, Harry, is then you don't know the limits. At some point we may find them. Did it take longer to bring me back this time?"
"I think so," Harry said, thinking back to compare.
"Someday it might not work at all," Draco said, "or worse."
Harry frowned at Draco in fear and confusion. "What do you mean?" he asked.
"Someday my soul may no longer be in my body when you try to bring me back," Draco said, sighing. "I see two possibilities if that happens."
Harry's breathing and heart sped up. "What are they?" he asked, nearly whispering.
"First, that I would remain dead. The lesser of the potential problems," Draco said, not able to meet Harry's eyes as he told him.
"What could be worse than that?" Harry said, voice still the same.
"You bring me back without a soul," Draco whispered.
Harry was speechless for several moments, fearful tears brimming his eyes. "Like a Dementor's kiss," he whispered.
Valen squeaked, flailing little arms in protest.
Harry looked down, and tears spilled over as he imagined Draco gone and himself and Valen left without him. "But you don't know for sure," he said to Draco, closing his eyes and lifting the baby to his shoulder.
Draco moved up to put his arms around them both, resting his head against Harry's forehead. "I need you to promise me something," he whispered.
Harry squeezed his eyes even more tightly shut. "What?" he asked, but he could hardly say it.
"Promise that you won't keep my body alive if that happens," Draco whispered.
Harry clenched his teeth to keep the sobs from escaping his lips. "I-" he tried to say, but no sound came out.
Draco brought a hand around to cup Harry's chin, tipping his face up to look into his eyes. "I would not want to live like that," he said.
Harry stared into Draco's face, knowing he was right. "I promise," he whispered, making his voice work.
"Valen's asleep," Draco observed quietly, kissing his husband gently and then reaching for the infant. "Let me put him in his cot."
Harry let Draco take Valen and sat wiping his eyes, still scared.
Draco Summoned the cot from the other room. He kissed Valen's forehead and laid him down gently. Then he climbed back onto the bed and sat kneeling beside his husband.
Harry didn't know if he could look at Draco without starting to cry again. He didn't know what to say. Draco had basically just told him that this next Horcrux could kill him - worse than kill him, leave him an empty shell left in his own despairing thoughts. Harry had grown so used to being able to save Draco through their bond. He'd never thought that limits were a possibility.
"I have always known that this war may kill me. It's not that I feel any less strongly about the need to do the job we are doing," Draco said. "In fact, Valen makes it even more important to me." He frowned. "I just never thought about what actually being dead would be like."
"Sirius hates it," Harry said quietly, still unable to look at Draco. He brought his knees up to his chest, staring at them instead.
"I didn't mind it so much when I just thought of it as an end," Draco said, nodding as he continued, "but the idea of being conscious but without you - I don't want that."
"I don't know if I could do it without you," Harry whispered, thinking of Lupin only able to see Sirius through a mirror. Harry felt like that would make it worse somehow. He couldn't imagine looking at Draco through that tiny little frame, unable to touch him or kiss him, Draco unable to touch or hold Valen. He shivered.
"You have to survive," Draco said, sounding almost urgent in tone. "Valen shouldn't be left without at least one of us."
Harry suddenly reached out and grabbed the front of Draco's shirt tightly. He pulled him so that there were only centimeters between their faces. "Both of us," he said insistently, unable to take the thought of Draco dying.
Draco's heart sped up and he shivered. Harry's green eyes were flashing and his magic crackled over the blond's skin.
Harry's eyes brimmed with tears again. "I can't do it without you," he repeated. "I need you - we both need you. But, Merlin, I need you with me - forever."
Draco nodded, his left hand coming up to cup his lover's face. "Yes," he said, trembling.
Harry's hand tightened further on Draco's shirt, his own chest heaving. "I need you right now," he whispered. "Please, Draco." A few tears spilled over.
"Yes, yours," Draco said, his fingers stroking the trail left by the tears. He leaned in an licked a tear from Harry's chin.
Harry closed his eyes and it caused a few more tears to fall. He unclenched his hand and trailed it down Draco's chest and then back up it, under the shirt this time.
Draco licked the tears as they fell, nipping at Harry's chin as well. He gasped as Harry's hand touched his skin. "Please, yes," he whispered.
Harry opened his eyes again and simply stared at Draco, his hand resting over Draco's heart, feeling it beat. After a few moments of silence, he moved forward and closed the very small space between their mouths, kissing Draco gently.
"Mmm," Draco hummed, his lips moving against Harry's and his right hand sliding back into the man's hair.
Harry slid his tongue across Draco's bottom lip slowly, kissing as if he didn't kiss him dozens of times every day. He breathed in his smell, savoured his taste and revelled in the simple feel of his skin.
Draco had been pulled forward by Harry, so that while the other man was sitting up against the head board, Draco was leaning over him. He took hold of the headboard with his silver hand and slid a leg over Harry, so that he was sitting in his lap, facing him. He breathed into the kiss, every movement of Harry's intoxicating.
"I need you," Harry whispered between slow kisses. "I need you, Draco." He moved his free hand to Draco's back, moving it up his shirt as well.
"Yours, all yours," Draco responded, skin on fire everywhere Harry touched.
"Yours," Harry replied, pulling away from Draco only to remove his shirt. He moved hands slowly over his naked chest in wonder. "I love you," he whispered, moving forward to lay a kiss on Draco's collar bone.
Draco shivered when Harry slid his shirt off of him. He wasn't cold. Far from it. Warm, strong hands caressed his flesh and Harry's lips were firm and soft.
"I want you," Harry said, kissing Draco's lips again. "I want you and I don't care how. Just you."
"Yes," Draco moaned. "Whatever and however, but yes." He released the headboard and put that arm around Harry's waist, sliding forward so that the erection in his trousers pressed against Harry.
Harry gasped quietly, nails accidentally biting into the skin in Draco's back. "Inside," he whispered. "I want you inside me."
"Gods, yes," Draco said, as much to the nails as to the words. "Remove clothes," he said, too worked up already to want to fumble with them.
Harry hardly needed to concentrate with the Clothing Remove Spell anymore. It was almost second nature to him. Within a second their clothes were gone. Harry grabbed Draco's hand and did the Lubricant Spell as well, wanting Draco so badly now, he ached with it.
"Tell me what I am thinking, Harry," Draco said, smirking.
Harry was panting and hardly registered the words. "What?" he asked, confused.
"Tell me what I am thinking of doing to you, and I will," he purred.
"Fucking me," Harry replied immediately, trying to push up against Draco. He was still frowning confusedly, wondering why Draco would tell him to do that.
"Legilimens - use it on me," Draco said, still sitting astride his lover and not moving to do anything yet.
Harry groaned with frustration. "Now?" he whined, his cock hard and twitching in anticipation.
"Yes, now." Draco smiled, knowing the frustration would make Harry's magic more focused.
Harry groaned again, wondering if Draco was going to do this to him every time he wanted sex. He tried to remember what it had felt like to do Occlumency and tried to reverse that. He looked straight into Draco's eyes, concentrating on trying to see behind them. He groaned again. "Ugh, Draco, I can't," he said.
"Don't you want to know what wicked thoughts are behind these eyes?" Draco purred, smiling mischievously at him and lifting an eyebrow. He played with the lube in his hand, rubbing his fingers together.
Harry looked up at Draco again and found that he did indeed want to know. He tried concentrating again, frowning. "Legilimens," he said aloud, and he was shocked when he felt some sort of weird, tiny pull and a very blurry picture appeared, but it was strange as he could still see Draco's face. He blinked, trying to make the picture clearer, but the eye contact was broken and therefore, the spell as well.
Draco grinned. "Close," he said, taking his own cock in his hand and stroking it with the lube. "Try again," he encouraged.
Harry frowned heavily, staring directly into Draco's eyes again. Another few moments of hard concentration passed, and Harry said again, "Legilimens," a bit louder this time. Draco wasn't resisting or trying to hide anything, so it wasn't as hard as it would be on someone else, and he felt that little pull again. He saw that same blurry picture. Instead of blinking this time, he tried to focus with his mind. He was relieved when the picture became more solid. It was like he was looking at it without his glasses on rather than hardly being able to see anything at all. He saw himself on his knees on the bed, holding the headboard as Draco fucked him from behind.
He gasped and swallowed, his cock twitching again. He blinked accidentally and to his slight disappointment the picture disappeared. He grinned slyly at Draco.
Draco was stroking himself and he could feel it when Harry entered his mind. It felt so amazing that he had to stop his hand for a minute or risk coming just from Harry's magic. And that look on Harry's face after sent a shiver down his spine.
"May I please be fucked now?" Harry asked, licking his lips. He smirked.
Draco climbed off Harry's lap and raised an eyebrow, waiting to see if he'd gotten a good enough picture to assume the position Draco had been thinking of trying.
Harry waggled his eyebrows and flipped around before raising himself to his knees and holding the headboard tightly, looking over his shoulder at Draco.
"Gods, yes," Draco said, and moved up behind him. He reached fingers down, sliding down the crevasse of Harry's arse until he found his entrance and pushed in. "I am going to fuck you," he said in a low, husky voice.
Harry let out a breathy, low laugh. "I expect to be pounded after seeing that," he replied with a gasp as he felt Draco's fingers inside him.
"You get whatever you want now," Draco purred, working him quickly. "I can't wait to be inside you, fucking you until you scream."
Harry's arse clenched around Draco's fingers and his hold on the headboard tightened. "Mmm, fuck yes," he groaned. "I want to scream."
Draco's cock twitched as Harry's muscles clenched around his fingers. "Fuck, yes," he answered, removing his fingers and pushing his cock in to replace them as soon as he could. He slid into his lover, shuddering with pleasure as he did.
Harry moaned loudly, throwing his head back and forward, the muscles in his arms and shoulders flexing as he held onto the wood of the bed and tried to push back against Draco.
Draco grabbed Harry's hips with both hands and began to thrust hard into him, using Harry's hips to control the angle and the speed. "Inside you," he growled. "Always inside you."
Harry cried out and hissed with pleasure, his cock bobbing with Draco's movements. "Fuck yes, always!" he shouted.
"Tell me, use that beautiful hot mouth of yours to tell me how it feels to have my cock in your arse," Draco told him.
"Oh, fuck," Harry groaned at Draco's words. "So stretched," he growled, being rocked forward. "Fucking owned."
"Yes, you're mine," Draco growled, his body wet with sweat now as he pounded into Harry's. "I am going to come hard inside you," he said, "fill you!"
Harry cried out again, his sweaty hands slipping slightly. "Gonna come so fucking hard," he panted, flushed with heat. "You're cock in me is gonna make me fucking come all over this bed, Draco."
Draco could come just hearing Harry talk like that. He growled again, his fingers digging into the flesh that covered Harry's hips. He flexed his own hips hard forward, screaming as he came inside his lover.
"Fuck yes, come inside me!" Harry cried, letting go of the headboard with one hand to reach down and finish himself off. He came only seconds later, crying out again and trembling with the effort of holding himself up.
Magic rolled over Draco in waves and he clung to Harry, holding himself inside, pulling the other man's hips against his own. He moaned loudly, his head falling forward to rest on Harry's back.
Harry panted, still trembling. He reached his now sticky hand up and grasped the bed with it again, eyes sliding shut.
Draco was still trembling as he ran his hands around his lover's waist, holding him tight against his own body still, his face pressed to the back of his neck. "I love you," he whispered. "I don't want any existence without you."
"I won't allow that to happen," Harry answered. He needed to say it.
Draco nodded, hoping that it was a promise Harry could keep. He kissed the back of Harry's head and then carefully pulled out and back so that he was sitting on his own feet, still on his knees. The view was fantastic, he thought.
Harry took a deep breath and gingerly lowered himself so that his arse wasn't in the air. He felt a bit sore and he loved it. "Did we wake the baby?" he asked, glancing over at the cot.
"Yes," Draco chuckled. "But he seems happy enough."
Harry smiled and laughed, turning so that he could lie on his back.
Draco knelt beside him still, and grinned. "Do you realise what you did?" he asked.
"Had some great sex," Harry replied with a goofy smile.
"That too," Draco smiled. "And performed Legilimency without a wand."
"Wasn't very good though," Harry said, but he was still smiling.
"Wandless, Harry," Draco said. "I can't do that. Few people can do even the simple spells wandless."
Harry nodded slowly. "So you think I can do it?" he asked, face serious now.
"I am pretty sure you can master the art, yes," Draco said. He Summoned his wand and did a Cleaning Charm on Harry, himself, and the bed, and then climbed over his husband and reached into the cot to pull out a wriggling infant. Valen was burbling happily at his parents.
Harry smiled and sat up a bit. "I hope so," he said, staring at their son.
"Watch this," Draco said, and laid their son face down on the bed. Valen wiggled fiercely for a minute, pushing at the bed and then managed to lift his own head and look at Harry.
Harry gasped quietly and smiled hugely. "Brilliant," he said, pushing himself up more and then lying on his own stomach to face the baby. "Valen's strong, huh?" he said to him in a funny, gruff voice. He kissed his nose.
Valen wrinkled his face up in response to the kiss and burbled some more.
Draco lay down on the other side, looking at his child and his husband, grinning from ear to ear. "He can lift his head now. That means rolling over next and then... crawling."
"Oh, Merlin," Harry said, pretending to be afraid, but actually wondering what sort of trouble the little boy before him could get into. "At this rate, he'll be going off to Hogwarts when he's five!" he said with a laugh.
Draco picked up the infant, rolled onto his back and held him face to face. "Listen to me," he said in a mock stern voice. "Slytherin. Sly - ther - in."
Harry grinned and huffed in mock indignation. He pinched Draco. "Don't listen to him. He doesn't know what he's talking about," he said, rolling and scooting close to Draco so that he was pressed side-to-side with him and could easily look at Valen.
Draco laughed and Valen's eyes shown as bright as Harry's. He brought the little boy down to lie on his chest and smiled as Valen continued to make strange noises as them. "He talks a lot, doesn't he?" Draco teased.
Harry snorted. "He'll probably talk your ear off one day," he said. "Is it just me, or does he seem to be getting balder?" He reached and fluffed the little bit of blond hair the baby had.
Draco snorted. "Probably because you are always rubbing his head."
Harry smiled and ceased the movement of his hand. "I can't help it," he said. And it was true; he couldn't help but touch the baby's head, especially when he was feeding him.
"I am sure it’s fine." Draco laughed. "You pull at mine all the time and I am not bald yet."
Harry laughed. "True," he said, pulling at a strand.