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Picture of You	By : Abremaline Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 4651 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Taste of You

Author: Abremaline

Rating: NC17

Pairing: Harry/Draco

Series: Picture of You. (Part 4 of 4.)

Disclaimer: Mine, all mine! Muahahaha!
What? J.K. Rowling? Who the hell
is that?

Seriously, by the time this is done I doubt that she�ll
be wanting any credit for this particular creation anyway. But, well, she did
invent the places, the characters and their entire world, so�

Summary *Complete*
Draco looks at a picture of Harry and remembers a
night long ago

Taste of You

The lights in Draco�s room were still on
from when he had changed earlier. His breath caught in his throat as he took in
the sight of Harry, standing a little nervously just inside the door. The
lights illuminating all his scars, blinding white lines scattered along the deep
tan of his chest.

They raced along all the ridges and dips
like unmapped routes along a magical terrain. Draco�s eyes followed them all as
they weaved down, delving below the waistband of Harry�s trousers. His hand
reached out of its own accord and traced one that circled around the ribs. He
was captivated, he wanted to trace them all, see where they led.

One word reverberated around in his mind as
he slowly removed the Gryffindor�s trousers. �Mine�. They stood before
each other completely naked, revealing everything they were, neither moving, each
too scared of breaking whatever spell this was.

It felt as though time was running in slow
motion as Draco eventually reached out and guided Harry towards the bed. His
blood raced at the sight splayed across his own silver satin sheets. Harry
looked as though he belonged there, on those sheets, as if they were made for him. Maybe, Draco thought to himself, that was
why he had bought them, because they suited Harry so well. A
perfect clash. He wondered if the silver sheen of his skin matched as
well against Harry as those sheets did.

His hands shook as they reached forward to lie
on the flat stomach. They were a perfect clash, just like the sheets. His heart
beat erratically in his chest as his hands moved slightly against the hardened
flesh. Muscle and bone under soft skin�Harry�s skin. The feel of it and the knowledge
of who this was reverberated through to Draco�s soul.

He bent his head down and traced first one
white line with his tongue, then another. He tried to follow them all. Over
every ridge of muscle on Harry�s body, all the way down his legs and back up to
Harry�s collarbone. He lifted his head to stare hazily at the man beneath him,
the taste of Harry still in his mouth and all he could see was green eyes slit
almost closed in pleasure.

�Mine.�

It seared his blood when he captured
Harry�s mouth in a kiss. It wasn�t soft or gentle like
kisses with anyone else may have been. This was hard and desperate, Harry
lifting his head to bring his mouth and tongue closer still to Draco. Hands
gripped into his back, and he heard Harry whisper softly around their mouth�s. �Draco.�

It was barely audible, but it was enough to
make Draco�s entire body respond. Inside and out everything in him seemed to suddenly leap to life. His lips parted from Harry�s as he
groaned and his body ground down roughly against the one beneath him, Harry
hips rising in response as he did so.

The feel of another�s skin against his cock
was sheer bliss. It had been so long now since he had felt anything even close
to this that it sent his mind into a haze of desire. It made him unable to
control any of his actions, he wanted all that Harry was, he needed it, and he
needed it now. Whatever plans he�d had for savouring
the moment were gone as he growled then sucked at Harry�s jaw, the slight
stubble there rough against his lips making them tingle.

Draco slid down the tanned body, biting at
Harry�s shoulder, his chest, random places on his stomach. His hands moved
frantically as though he were trying to touch every bit of skin at once, and he
could feel calloused hands on his own skin trying to do the same but running
out of reach.

Eventually those hands were only able to
grip onto the pale shoulders and then twist and pull at his hair as Draco
sucked the length of Harry�s cock into his mouth. He took all of it at once
before slowly moving back up again, letting it go completely and then going
back down again to mouth the tip.

He could taste Harry all through his mouth.
There was no way to describe that taste, it was unique. Only Harry Potter ever tasted like that, and
it sent Draco�s senses into overload. Some small part of his mind that still retained thought though and it was only that
prevented him from simply taking Harry right then. Instead
though, he crouched onto all fours and rocked forwards, capturing his lover�s
mouth as he reached over for the oil on the bedside table.

�No.� Harry moved his lips away, and Draco
noticed that a mischievous grin spread across the other man�s face. Harry�s
hand moved the length of Draco�s arm until their fingers were
joined.

He felt Harry moving his hand to the left,
guiding him until he felt the jar of hair gel against his palm. He looked back
at his lover who was blushing and grinning both at once. �I always wanted to��
Harry�s voice trailed off and as Draco brought the jar back towards them in
their still joined hands he saw those green eyes
darken with lust.

He kissed Harry as lightly as he could
manage while he slicked his hand with the hair gel and manoeuvred those
powerful, tanned legs that were marred with white lines to rest upon his
shoulders. Their lips only separating as he began to glide one finger along the
crease of Harry�s arse. He wanted Harry to be looking at his eyes, to see just
how much Draco loved him and wanted him. Cared about him.

Draco pushed the finger in through the ring
of muscle, watching as Harry�s eyelids began to grow heavy and the breath that
he could feel blowing on him began to quicken and become harsher.

He prepared his lover slowly and carefully,
making sure that Harry was ready when he finally coated his erection in the
hair gel and began to move into the tight heat. There was no comprehending what
it felt like to be inside Harry again, to have Harry�s arms and legs gripping
onto him tightly as they joined into one. Draco had thought he would never have
this again, thought he would never have Harry again.

When he went to bite Harry�s neck, he
nearly came. Because the mark from last time was still there, it had been magically
charmed never to heal. And when Draco began to rock
back and forth he heard Harry whisper his name as though he were a dream Harry
was having.

Draco did not know what he said in return
because he was too lost in the moment, too caught in Harry�s spell. He took
Harry�s cock in his hand; he could feel the muscles hard and straining beneath
that beautifully soft skin. It made his mind haze over so that all that existed
was that cock in his hand, the heat that was tightening around his cock. The sweaty,
gleaming body beneath his and those cat�s eyes that were looking up at him with
want and need. Eyes that were looking at him
the same way he looked at Harry � as though he was trying to memorize every
moment.

Once more Draco found himself captured in
the white light of Harry spell as they took each other to the edge reality. And when he came, his could feel both of their bodies
stiffening and exploding into release. Each of them screaming words that didn�t exist.

Draco collapsed onto Harry, recapturing his
breath before rolling them over so that Harry was lying on top of him. So that he could feel the weight on his chest. Their bodies
were still slick with sweat and come and hair gel and he loved the feel of it,
the smell of it and the taste of it, it was all Harry. Draco fell asleep like
that � surrounded in Harry.

* * * *

It was a long time after Draco awoke until
he opened his eyes. He could feel the parchment in his hand once again, it�s papery feel mocking him, belittling him for his own stupidity.
He didn�t want to verify that the note was there, he
didn�t ever want to see it. But he knew that he
couldn�t lie here all day either, he needed a shower. He needed to wash the smell,
the taste and the feel off himself.

He opened and his eyes and there is was � the note. Some part of him had known all along that
this would happen, but he had put it out of his mind. Now it was staring him in
the face though it was a little harder to ignore. He would read it later he
decided, deal with what the note said once he had more readied himself for what he knew it would say. He didn�t
look as he set the parchment on the bedside table. It was the same table where his
hair gel sat.

It wasn�t until
early hours the next day that Draco returned to his room. He�d
had several bottles of alcohol keep him company that night and now he thought
he was ready to see how many words it had taken Harry this time.

As his eyes travelled over to look at the
table that was beside his bed, he noticed that the light was glinting off
something that was sitting on it. Draco squinted to see what it was, nothing he left on that table would reflect light like
that. He edged closer and saw Harry�s glasses folded up neatly where his hair
gel usually sat. His heart seemed to freeze as he looked at them. He slowly
reached past them for the note; his hands were shaking as he did

Still
slightly shaking hands paused above the seal. Mentally Draco scolded himself
for being stupid, and he tore it open in a rush. That way, he figured, he wouldn�t notice his own nerves.

Draco,

I
forgot my glasses. If you ever use that address I went to so much trouble to
give to your investigator, could you bring them with you?

Harry.

Draco had to read the note three times to
make sure he hadn�t hallucinated it. Then, hands
steady once again, he slowly placed the note down beside Harry�s glasses.
Tomorrow he would return them to Harry. He would also forget to retrieve the
hair gel that Harry had stolen.

He slept happier that night then he ever
had before. One word reverberating in his mind.

�Mine.�

The
End

A/N: I started this series on a quote from a song, so I thought it
fitting that I end with one too.

Why was I hummin

As if I knew

One and the same

But I just whispered your name

Harry
Connick Jr � Whisper Your
Name

I would like to make a special note to
thank everyone who left comments for this series. Your opinions do help and I
truly do appreciate them. Thank you all.
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