Join Me In Death | By : Zadkhiel Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 1565 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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before life tears us apart...
Series: Join Me In Death
Chapter: Epilogue
Type: Slash Fic
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Rated: NC-17 - dark angst
Blurb: won't you die tonight for love?
JOIN ME IN DEATH
Epilogue
Draco ran to his bedroom and slammed the door shut behind him. Tears were running down his face in silver streaks. The pain should have ended by now, he thought stupidly. That was the only reason he had done what he did. The pain of being alone had been too much to bear. Apparently, even that hadn’t worked.
And you thought you could cure it? What a fucking brilliant idea you naive prat!
“Harry! Where are you? HARRY!” He kicked himself for being a fool. The dreams he had had the week of his N.E.W.Ts had been just that – mere dreams. Figments of his delusional mind. He laughed hollowly when he realized that nothing could ever assuage the pain now, not even self-inflicted injury.
“… Draco?”
Draco whirled around and could not recall one moment where he had been more disoriented in all his life. He was delusional. He had to be. There was no way Harry could be standing in front of him. Again. Then, to his utter astonishment, the dream he could never quite remember was replaying itself in front of him.
“Draco, why are you so sad? Are you not happy to see me?” Harry slowly walked closer then stopped. He bit his lip and wondered if his visits had been such a good idea. He should have just left the other boy alone, but the idea of Draco enduring any more of the… He shuddered at the thought, but fiercely told himself that he’d endure Draco’s rejection if it only meant the banishment of the nightmares.
“Because I know that I’ll wake up… and find that this was just a dream again…” Draco gulped and forced himself to not run to his lover. “Because you’re not real! Because this is just a dream like it always has been! Stop torturing me like this!” He screamed and clutched at his head and backed away from the other boy.
“Oh Draco… It was only for a little while…” The deep brown eyes glowed softly and there was a hint of sadness and secrecy within them.
“What do you --” Draco began but was hushed by a choked sob from the other boy.
“Please…” Harry’s eyes pleaded, a single tear making its way down his cheek, and Draco swallowed the rest of his question. If this was how his life would be from now on, so be it. A world without Harry was better than no world at all.
Harry started towards Draco again and this time, Draco ran forward and they collided in an entanglement of limbs and clothing. They remained locked in a silent mutual embrace for several long moments before Harry released Draco from the captivity of his arms. The two boys locked gazes with each other for a moment before Draco suddenly grabbed Harry by his shoulders and pushed him against the bed so hard they fell over with Draco on top.
“God…” Draco was suddenly all over Harry, lips pressing warm kisses all over his face and hands rushing along the covered planes of his body with an unrestrained urgency. “Please…”
Harry smiled and murmured a charm and his clothes disappeared, leaving him naked and bare to his lover’s scorching gaze and adoring eyes. With a smirk worthy of the king of sneers himself, he murmured something else and Draco was naked as well.
“Missed you…” Draco breathed and pressed his body against Harry’s, whimpering at the familiar feel of smooth Quidditch-hardened planes against his own. He growled and nipped at the bared neck before whispering, “Missed you so much…”
He would remember this dream when he woke up the next morning – he swore it.
Harry choked. “I’ve missed you too…” The same sadness was in his voice, but the joy of being with Draco again eclipsed it and he gave in to that happiness. His hands reached up to twine into the blond locks of hair and to pull his lover down for a passionate kiss.
Their tongues circled, stroked, and claimed in an intimate dance that left both of them breathless. Draco finally pulled away with a gasp, his grey eyes like shimmering pools of quicksilver as they burned every inch of Harry’s body into his memory.
I’ll never forget this… I can’t forget this…
He dipped his head before Harry could claim is lips a second time and trailed butterfly-soft kisses along the outline of his shoulder, collarbone, sternum, along his ribcage, down to his slender hips while his hands massaged his sides.
“Draco!” Harry cried out and tried to twist himself to get more contact with his lover’s mouth and hands.
“This is what you get for tormenting me sodding silly with all those bloody dreams. And for leaving me the next morning…” Draco’s eyes were like steel now, dark, dangerous, and passionate. He bit the juncture of his hip hard enough to make the other boy cry out softly in pleasure.
Harry shivered in anticipation as his heart cried out. This was the boy he vied for the Snitch with, the boy who he was always competing with – the only one he could really compete with – and the one he fell in love with.
“For leaving me… when this is over…” Draco’s voice trembled and Harry started to cry.
“I’m… I'm not leaving you anymore! This isn’t a dream, Draco. I’m here… I’m here! You’re not alone anymore!”
Draco’s head lifted so fast he almost saw stars from the head rush. He swiftly moved up along the bed so that he was above Harry again and face to face. “What did you say?”
“I said… I’m not leaving you anymore… that this is… real.” Harry choked and reached out a hand to cup the moist cheek and stroke the alabaster smooth skin with his calloused thumb.
“You mean…” Draco didn’t want to finish the sentence. He couldn’t bring himself to hope then be disappointed all over again. His hand shook as it clasped over Harry’s.
“Together in death.” Harry nodded with a whisper, nuzzling against the hand that was holding his, remembering the first time he had felt those slender fingers touching him and opening him, comforting him and pleasuring him.
“Oh, Harry…” Draco breathed and closed his eyes tight and rested his forehead against the other’s. “We’re really together now. It’s all over with! I’m not alone anymore!” He started sobbing again, but this time it was in joy.
Harry felt the guilt he had been carrying for visiting his lover in his dreams suddenly grow wings and fly away. Draco really had meant it when he had said that he’d rather be with him in death than not at all. But he shouldn’t have been so surprised, he chided himself. If he himself couldn’t bear it to have Draco absent from his side, how could he have expected his lover to feel any less?
The two boys laughed and held each other, their combined joy and love balming the agonies that they had each suffered from being alone.
“I’m still punishing you for teasing me like that, you git,” Draco’s lips quirked mischievously as he pressed his length against Harry’s hip, leaving a wet smear in the nest of soft dark curls.
“Some punishment,” Harry scoffed, but not without a twinkle in his eyes.
“You want to bet?” Draco’s eyes flashed dangerously and he swooped down to claim the erection that had been pressing urgently against his abdomen in his mouth and swirled his tongue around the liquid-crowned tip.
“Oh god…”
Draco smirked and released Harry’s cock with a wet sound and a lick of his lips before he moved back up to look Harry in his eyes. “Hmmm… I think I could do this forever…”
“You wouldn’t!”
“Would too!”
Harry looked positively mortified at this idea. His cock was so impossibly and wonderfully hard and he wanted Draco so badly that he didn’tnk hnk he could stand to be tormented with his lover’s talented mouth and hands.
Draco laughed when he saw Harry’s eyes grow impossibly huge and he wrapped his hand around the rock hard length and gave it a practiced cork-screwed upwards stroke that sent Harry’s hips arching to meet his hand.
“Draco!” Harry was pleading now. He could see the glisteningids ids that covered the pale hand and long fingers and knew he wouldn’t last long. He craned his head to see if his lover was having any better luck with controlling himself.
Draco caught him looking and raised an eyebrow and shifted positions a bit so Harry could see his own engorged weeping flesh and keened in surprise and pleasure when Harry’s hand immediately snaked over to clasp him. “Hey! That’s… mmmm… not fair! You were… ohhh… only… supposed to… look! Bloody Gryffindor!”
Harry smirked back and ran the palm of his hand all over the slippery head, knowing that the particular motion always drove the blond up the walls.
“Harrrrry!” Draco whimpered and nearly collapsed against the other boy.
“Still planning on punishing me?” Harry grinned.
“That… can wait until later… Just please…” Draco thrusted against the infuriating hand.
“I want to make love to you.” Harry hand stroked gently now, almost soothingly, and his eyes glowed with a tenderness that overshadowed the underlying playfulness. Their first time together in life had been with Draco topping, but now, for their first time in death, he, Harry Potter, would top and show his lover an experience that would rival the beauty of their first time together in life.
Draco didn’t say anything, but leaned in to press a soft kiss against his lips before rolling over gracefully and pulling Harry with him so the other boy was on top.
Harry nuzzled against the hollow of the other boy’s shoulder, vaguely aware that their positions were the reverse of what they had been the other night. He caught an earlobe with his lips and gently worried it with his teeth. Draco whimpered and Harry felt his lover’s sex stir between them. His hand wrapped around the length again and stroked it in time with Draco’s heartbeat.
“Love you…” he whispered before sliding down the alabaster body, trailing kisses as he went, so his face was level with the patch of soft golden curls.
“Harry…” Draco’s voice was quiet now, hushed with answering love. His slender fingers twined into the dark locks of wavy hair, so unlike his own that was as straight as a wand.
“Draco…” Harry’s breath was warm as he breathed over the hollow of his lover’s hipbone. He nuzzled against the spot and kissed it and slowly moved to place a reverent kiss on the tip of the hardness that was proudly protruding from its golden nest. He lavished attention upon the length of the smooth hardness with tears, touches, and kisses and finally bathed it in love with the warmth of his mouth, tongue, and throat. His head bobbed up and down as he sought to taste every last inch of the beautiful erection, his own sex leaking lubricating fluids in anticipation of what was to come.
“So brilliant…” Draco moaned and couldn’t help trembling under the ministrations of his lover. The sensations were driving him crazy and he somehow knew – he sensed – that Harry was getting off on this as much as he was.
“Watch…” The word slipped out between a deep suck and a tongue twirling and Draco’s eyes shot wide open and locked with Harry’s smoldering gaze.
He realized that Harry was glowing with this sort of golden light, his eyes like polished copper coins staring straight into his own. “You’re so beautiful…” He murmured and caressed a cheek with a shaking hand. “So fucking beautiful.”
“Look at yourself. Look at us.” Harry smiled and gestured with a free hand to Draco’s mirror directly opposite of his bed. Draco looked and his jaw dropped. He too was glowing with the same golden light, his own eyes a brilliant quicksilver. Then he moaned deeply at the vision presented to him. Him leaning on his elbows with his legs spread and Harry with his face partially hidden by golden curls and hands caressing his inner thighs, his own legs bent at the knees and crossed at the ankles to show the perfect peach of an ass.
“Shite… Harry…!”
Harry only smiled and hiked the long legs up so they were hooked around his shoulders and neck. He ignored Draco’s protesting whimper as he relutly tly released his mouth’s hold on the deliciously hard erection so he could focus his attention on some other parts.
Draco nearly screamed when he felt the light suckling on his sac and his hand went to his straining cock only to be stopped by Harry’s hand curling over his. “God, Harry!”
The other responded by gently cupping the other side of the sac with a sure hand and very lightly massaging.
“I can’t…!”
“Yes you can…” Harry soothed, nuzzling his cheek against the warmth of an inner thigh.
Draco whined and stuck his hand in his mouth before he did anything stupid – like touch himself and come.
Harry smiled against the heated flesh and raised the blond’s hips a little higher to bestow a kiss on the slightly rough puckered opening and was rewarded with an answering jolt of pleasure. His tongue slipped in and out to coat the entry with slick wetness and he had to clamp his arm around Draco’s legs to keep him from squirming away. He uncapped a small bottle of lubricating oil that he had kept on him for this very occasion and squeezed out a generous dollop into his palm and when he had gotten enough of the lubricant spread on his fingers, he stopped his tonguing to gently ease a finger inside.
“Oh yes, Oh Harry, please…!” Draco’s pleas were becoming more desperate now and he frantically pushed against the finger to get it deeper inside of him.
Harry acquiesced and slipped the finger deeper and brushed it against the sweet spot and Draco arched right off the bed with a muffled scream.
“I can’t wait to make love to you…” he whispered and trembled as he eased a second finger into the relaxed opening, then a third. When he felt Draco’s body relax around the intrusion of his three fingers, Harry carefully withdrew them as he moved back up Draco’s body, keeping the other boy’s legs wrapped around him.
“Are you ready?” His eyes searched the other’s, asking a question that went unvoiced between them.
Draco pulled Harry down for a kiss as his answer and when their lips met, the tip of Harry’s sex pressed against the opening and slid in.
“Ohhhh Harry…”
“God… Draco…”
“You feel…”
“So…”
“good…!”
Harry gripped Draco’s hand that had been questing along is back and interlocked their fingers as he thrusted, burying himself as deep as he could go.
“Perfect.” Draco moaned and arched his hips, thrusting back, and was rewarded with a much deeper wave of pleasure. “Ohh Harry… this is absolutely perfect…”
“Just like the first time, just like every time…” Harry breathed against his ear and started thrusting in and out, slow at first, then faster as the imminent pleasure quickly mounted, and then finally with a furious, passionate, desperate abandon to prove that everything was now real and that they now had each other… forever.
“God, Harry! I’ve missed you… missed this…” Draco choked out and his hand tightened around his lover’s.
“Too much…” Harry finished for him, his own eyes filling with joyous tears. “I love you, Draco…” His body affirmed the love with two deep and perfectly aimed strokes that sent Draco over the edge.
“Harry, I’m gonna…! Ahhh!” Draco’s body tightened around Harry’s.
“Come, Draco, come for me… I’ve got you…” Harry chanted softly into his ear, coaxing and cajoling his lover to follow the pleasure to its end with the hand that was now pumping his lover’s throbbing cock in earnest. “I won’t leave you…”
“HARRY!” Draco screamed and climaxed, his face buried against the warmth of Harry’s neck.
Harry continued to thrust at a feverish pace, his hand working at the same tempo, wanting to milk out every last from of the milky pearls he loved to taste so much. Draco’s body trembled wildly against his and when he heard Draco’s whimpered, “I love you, Harry… I love you so much…” in his ear, it was enough to send him straight over the edge – keening and quaking and calling out his lover’s name.
“Draco… DRACO!!!” His eyes squeezed shut and he felt his cock emptying itself in the inviting and possessing warmth of Draco’s body
Draco moaned when he felt the warm splash of seed inside of him and felt himself shudder and tremble all over again with pleasure. His arms held Harry’s body tightly against his when the other boy fairly collapsed on top of him, spent, panting, and whimpering incoherently.
The two boys remained locked in that embrace for several long minutes before Harry rolled off to the side and spooned face-forward against Draco’s body. The room was now glowing softly with the passion of the two spirits and was otherwise completely still and silent – save for the soft whispers and murmurs of affection – in reverence for the beautiful love-making it had just witnessed.
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© "Zadkhiel" - 04.24.2004
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