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Chapter List
- 4
- 5
- 6
�Persistence�

By Stacy Galore

A/N: The previous chapters hardly warranted the Adult+
rating. This chapter does.

Chapter 5: Culmination

Theodore�s flat was a large loft studio with vaulted
ceilings. Most of the other
tenants in the building were artists that lived and worked in the open, bright
spaces. Theodore felt it was
important to patronize his neighbors, as was evident by the paintings and
photographs adorning his walls.
There were shelves displaying sculptures, decorative items, and
artifacts, some acquired from the neighborhood, but most collected from
Theodore�s varied travels around the world. His flat was a reflection of the diversity
of his adventures. A rustic, hand-carved, wooden idol from a tiny Philippine
mountain village sat beside an antique, Art Deco, Lalique bud vase from
Alsace. One week he�d find himself
hiking on remote wilderness trails with hardcore back-packers and the next
week, he�d be rubbing elbows with the social elite at a swanky party in a
bustling metropolis.

He�d been everywhere from Mumbai to Melbourne, from Cape
Town to Capri, all in the name of self-discovery. Along the way, he traveled with, and encountered, a wide
assortment of personalities - some he connected with deeply, others left hardly
a blip on his memory. After the
adventures would end, more often than not, so would the association. Theodore had difficulty sustaining
relationships, both of the romantic sort and of the friendly type. He never trusted anyone to get close
enough to form a lasting bond.

This was akin to the defense mechanism he learned as a boy
through fencing. Never let your
opponent get close enough to hurt you.
But it didn�t always work, as was evident by the scar that remained.

�It�s still there,� said Draco, a slight smile curving his
lips, as his slender finger skimmed along the pale line marring Theodore�s
torso.

Theodore�s usual defense tactic, in addition to any
protective measures, had been abandoned.
A trail of his wet clothing lined the floor from the front door to his
bed, where he now sat, reclining against the headboard, allowing Draco to pull
up his rain-soaked tee shirt.

�Scars fade, but never go away,� replied Theodore, watching
Draco�s finger trace his scar, feeling his skin tingle at the slight touch. �Especially
the scars one cannot see on the surface.�
He lifted his gaze just as Draco glanced up and their eyes locked in
mutual understanding for several silent seconds.

Draco�s eyes fell again as he began to speak, his words
coming forth in hesitant spurts like a confession. �My whole life I�ve been nothing but ineffectual, trying to
leave some sort of lasting mark on the world, to no avail.� He looked up to regard Theodore with his penetrative
stare. �Then I read your book, and
I realized I have made an impact
somewhere.� Then Draco said,
nearly whispering, �I�ve never been able to affect anybody as much as I have
affected you, Theodore.�

Theodore should have known there was a malicious, selfish,
ulterior motive behind Draco�s advances. �And you�re proud of this? Leaving an irreparable mark on me?�
asked Theodore, his tone tinged with hurt.

Draco shook his head slowly and murmured. �No. I�m incredibly touched.�

�That�s fantastic, Malfoy,� said Theodore sarcastically, as
he straightened his posture and pulled his shirt down. �I�m glad you feel moved by your
ability to hurt me so much.�

Draco shook his head more emphatically. �Do you honestly believe I was able to
walk away from what happened between us completely unaffected?�

Theodore bristled, his brow furrowed. �You sure acted like it.�

Draco sighed somberly and leaned forward to press his
forehead against Theodore�s, raking his fingers through his hair. �Theodore, what did you expect?�

Theodore withdrew, growing wearier by the second.

Draco explained as Theodore refused to look at him. �At the time, what we wanted was
impossible, and you bloody well know it. I may have called you a coward. But in reality, I was the one too afraid to pursue my true
desire. And when I discovered,
after all this time, it affected you as much as it did me, I knew I had to find
you.�

Theodore gave a resigned, hopeless sigh. �What good will it do to rehash the
past? We�re different people
now. We�ve moved on.�

�Don�t tell me you don�t feel anything right now,� said
Draco, reaching out a hand to rest on Theodore�s chest, his eyes boring into
him again.

Theodore shrugged reticently and averted his gaze.

�Please don�t,� Draco implored weakly. Theodore could tell it pained the other
man greatly to open himself up this much. Draco�s voice was desperate and
wavering. �Maybe you don�t need
closure. But I do.� He slid his hand up to gently grasp the side of
Theodore�s neck and closed the distance between their lips.

Unlike the feverishly passionate kisses they�d shared
moments ago, this kiss was different.
It was gentle and intimately affectionate. Theodore thought a kiss like this was impossible, coming
from Draco. He thought the other
man�s commanding touch had been disarming, but the sincerity of emotion
conveyed in this kiss obliterated his defenses.

Theodore whispered against Draco�s lips. �How?�

Draco�s answer was a both a desperate plea and a wanton
command. �We finish what we
started ten years ago.�

Theodore didn�t need to verbalize his agreement. His kiss was an ardent declaration of
consent.

Draco managed to disengage their lips long enough to execute
his earlier intention of ridding Theodore of his shirt. Now he was down to just his black
underwear, while Draco remained mostly clothed, with his necktie discarded and
his white shirt unbuttoned.
Theodore found this imbalance of power unsettling, but Draco�s hands put
him at ease as they traveled slowly down his chest with his lips following
close behind, lingering at Theodore�s neck. Theodore shuddered from the
fulfillment of an ancient yearning to feel Draco�s touch upon his bare skin,
unencumbered by clothing. Draco had
set Theodore�s nerve-endings ablaze with an overwhelming palate of sensations,
both familiar and novel. The
crispness of Draco�s clean scent brought back a sharp memory of lying beneath
the stars together as young teenagers.
A distinctly masculine aroma, acquired with maturity, now supplemented
this enticing smell, fueling Theodore�s desire.

Draco�s mouth burned a trail of hungry, biting kisses down
Theodore�s chest, searing his way to the scar on his side. The heat of his breath sent an electric
thrill up Theodore�s spine as Draco�s lips brushed along the pallid line,
retracing the path that his sabre excavated ten years ago. The pain emerged anew, welling up from
a place deeper than the flesh below the mark. It was a pleasurable agony, representing every year of
suppressed, unfulfilled desire.
Theodore bit the corner of his bottom lip to stifle a blissful whimper.

He composed himself enough to confess, �You�ve marked me,
Draco. For eternity.�

Draco was beyond the point of modesty and shamelessly
moaned, his lips still close enough to brush against sensitive skin, �Fucking
hell, Theodore. You�ve no idea how
that makes me feel.� He drew his
tongue along Theodore�s scar before closing his mouth wetly upon it.

Theodore could ascertain from the way Draco was reverently
kissing his scar that he ultimately did not regret what he�d done. By marking Theodore, Draco had
unknowingly claimed him, both body and soul. He always belonged to Draco, regardless of how detached they
were in space and time. Only now
did Theodore recognize the magic that Draco had unwittingly imbued into his
skin when he wounded him, not out of hatred, but out of purest desire. From the moment Draco cut him (and
perhaps even earlier) a love was born of blood and unfulfilled yearning –
a love they both suppressed so diligently that it was never realized. As a boy, Theodore had been blinded by
the hatred that came more naturally.
It was easier to hate Draco than to justify falling in love with
somebody so arrogant and cruel.

Theodore responded with a sharp intake of breath, crumpling
a handful of the back of the other man�s shirt in his fist, prompting its swift
removal. He flinched slightly at
the sight of The Dark Mark marring the otherwise flawless skin of Draco�s left
arm. It reminded Theodore exactly
where he�d come from – a world so different from the one in which he now
resided - and how his roots were deeply embedded with and connected to Draco�s.

Before Theodore could help him out of his undershirt,
Draco�s mouth descended to the unblemished skin below the scar. He hooked his fingers into the elastic
waistband of Theodore�s underwear and pulled it down slowly, kissing each new
expanse of flesh revealed, from his hipbone to his thigh. Theodore�s burgeoning cock brushed
against Draco�s flushed cheek, causing Theodore to recoil slightly, afraid that
this had been an unintentional trespass.
This was quite the contrary.

Draco turned his face to graze Theodore�s growing need with
his parted lips, moving agonizingly slow from the base to the tip. He curled his long fingers around it
and began to stroke it leisurely, his mouth poised over the head
teasingly. Theodore watched avidly,
his hands clenched around the bed sheets beneath him in tense
anticipation. It was clear, from
Draco�s deliberate motions that he was not a novice at this. Theodore drank in the unbelievable
sight of his hardened length sliding easily between Draco�s perfect lips. He dared not close his eyes, fearful
that this would all dematerialize as a dream when he opened them again. He brushed back Draco�s blond fringe
with his fingers to unveil the man�s face as he ardently worshiped Theodore�s
cock with his beautiful mouth.

When the sight became too much to bear, Theodore�s eyes
reluctantly closed as he tilted his head back and moaned rapturously. �Oh gods, Draco. This can�t possibly be real.�

How was this possible?
How could the man, who had routinely berated him as a boy, really be
taking every engorged inch of his cock so fervently, with no reservation or
spite? How could someone, who had
so cruelly rejected him in the past, readily accept the physical embodiment of
his desire as if it were the elixir of life – enthusiastically and with an
insatiable thirst? It had to be
Malfoy haunting him in another lucid dream; a dream prompted by his mysterious
return into Theodore�s life.

Draco affirmed the reality of it all by increasing his pace,
his blond head now bowing repeatedly in silent prayer over Theodore�s lap. No dream could make Theodore feel this
way – overwhelmed with pleasure, aching with lust. In the absence of sight, Theodore could
sense every nuance of Draco�s mouth as it enveloped him in moist warmth –
the way his tongue seemed to cradle his shaft as it traveled upwards, the way his
wet lips gripped every ridge. He
gasped with delight as the other man�s teeth gently grazed his hardness. No man or woman had ever made Theodore
feel this good. Perhaps it was the
bitterness of their history that made this moment so sweet. Theodore�s release was precariously
close, but he didn�t want it to end.
He clenched his hand into Draco�s hair and whispered breathily between
gasps, �Stop� I can�t. . . Don�t want to. . .�

Draco disengaged his mouth from Theodore, his hand still
grasping the base of his erection, and looked up, smirking. �You don�t really want me to stop.� He gave his cock a few slow, teasing jerks. �What are you afraid of, Theodore?�

�The end,� Theodore answered, his voice rough with desire.

The blond man raised an eyebrow. �The end?� He
gave a low chuckle, his smirk turning deviously sexy. �This is just the
beginning.�

Draco released Theodore�s cock, letting him heave a sigh of
relief as the tension waned just slightly enough for Theodore to catch his
breath. Draco repositioned himself
above Theodore, moving gracefully nimble like a predatory creature. He was now
on his knees, straddling Theodore at the hips. Theodore marveled at Draco as he crossed his arms over his
torso, curled his fingers around the hem of his undershirt, and pulled it up
slowly to reveal the perfectly toned body beneath. Draco was fit, but not overtly muscular, his abdomen gently
sculpted – exactly how Theodore preferred his men. He was Theodore�s
first desire, to which he measured everyone else that followed. Nobody ever compared.

Draco knew he was beautiful. But there was something endearing about how he felt it
necessary to make a spectacle of undressing, as if Theodore needed to be
tempted – Draco�s close proximity alone had been enough to give him an
erection. He had to credit the man
for bothering to make an effort.
So even though it went without saying, Theodore confessed, �You are the
most beautiful thing I�ve ever seen,� as he ran his hands up Draco�s bared
torso, their eyes locked in mutual desire.

Theodore craned his neck to kiss the smile spreading across
Draco�s lips, his perfectly aligned teeth bared. Draco mused, �That�s saying a
lot, if your book is any indication of your real-life conquests.�

Theodore giggled and nipped playfully at Draco�s bottom lip.
�What are you implying, Malfoy?�

Draco drawled, still with a teasing tone, �For someone who
had once swore he was intellectually above the need for sex, you�ve had an
awful lot of it. And to say I�m
the most beautiful of your lovers is a great compliment, considering how many
you�ve had.�

Amused, Theodore quirked his eyebrow. �Are you calling me a
slut?�

Draco cocked his head to the side. �Perhaps.� The
corner of Draco�s charming smile bent into a lascivious smirk. �Let�s test that theory, shall we?�

Their lips met again in breathless passion, tongues
meticulously exploring each other�s mouths, fingers tangling into rustled
hair. Soon they had worked
themselves into another frenzy, both fumbling with the closures of Draco�s
trousers in a desperate attempt to unleash the throbbing desire within. With his trousers pushed down to his
knees, Draco stopped, kneeling above Theodore, his head inclined slightly in a
cocky stance. He regarded Theodore
with his ravenous stare as his fingers traced the outline of his cock, which
was stretching his underwear taut, a blotch of pre-come bleeding through the
heather grey cotton.

�Tell me what you want,� said Theodore as he looked up at
him with devotion and lust.

�I want to inspire you, the same way I did when I was
fifteen.� Draco�s silver eyes were
ablaze with a desperate need.

These eyes alone could inspire composers to create sonatas,
painters to produce masterpieces, armies to slaughter thousands, all in Draco�s
name. In Theodore, they aroused
unparalleled passion and devastating sorrow; such was the depth of Draco�s
stare. Some would describe his
grey eyes as cold, but an astute observer could read them, and thus the soul
that lay beneath. Theodore thought
he was adept at reading Draco�s eyes, but it was evident that Draco had always
been a master of deception, never revealing his hidden desires.

Kneeling there, half naked, his cock barely restrained
behind tight cloth, Draco could incite riots. He could make angels forsake Heaven for the taste of his
flesh. Draco hooked his thumbs into the top of his underwear and pulled it
down, allowing just the reddened head of his cock to peek through. Theodore was fit to burst, quite
literally, all over his chest. He
slid down the headboard to rest his back on the bed, his head propped up by a
pile of pillows, watching Draco�s maddeningly unhurried strip tease, as his
hand wandered down to his own aching erection.

�You inspire me more than ever,� said Theodore as he took
Draco by the hip with his free hand and guided him forward.

He let his parted lips glide over the head of Draco�s cock,
his tongue slipping out to lap at the glistening dollop weeping from the
slit. The taste of his come was
enough to spark a raging inferno.
He moaned, eyes rolling to the back of his head as the lids fell. Then he wrenched Draco�s underwear
down, freeing his raging hard-on.
He guided it with a firm grasp towards his mouth and enveloped it
vehemently, sucking it slowly with an almost violent intensity, savoring every
inch until his lips were red and his jaw ached. Draco mirrored Theodore�s enthusiasm by taking him
resolutely by the back of the head and fucking his mouth, slowly rocking his
hips forward.

Intoxicated by Draco�s distinctive scent and flavor,
Theodore lost himself in servitude, becoming dizzy from the slight asphyxiation
of having his mouth utterly occupied.
Addicted to the inexplicable sensation, high on the idea of Draco
Malfoy�s cock in his mouth, Theodore urged the other man impossibly
deeper. He pulled Draco�s hips
towards him until the fine tuft of his hair brushed the tip of his nose.
Theodore yearned for more intimacy, for Draco to plunge so deep that he became
a part of him, and he a part of Draco.

Surely, Draco sensed Theodore�s desperation. It was clear that this elation was
mutual, as indicated by Draco�s wanton moans and delighted gasps, as well as
the eager thrusts of his hips. In
perhaps a cruel demonstration of his power and control over Theodore, Draco
withdrew from his mouth, leaving him feeling empty and even more desperate for
closeness. Draco sat upon him,
bringing their erections together, as he arched against him and took Theodore�s
face with his hands in a possessive kiss.
Though Theodore was still breathless, panting into Draco�s mouth, he
wrapped his lanky arms around the other man�s lithe body and pulled him so
close that his lungs barely had room to expand. Yet Theodore would rather pass out from oxygen deprivation
than let go of Draco or stop him from devouring his already-chaffed lips.

Draco paused to growl softly in Theodore�s ear, �Do you want
me, Theodore?� It was both an
inquiry and a provocation.

Theodore would not have hesitated to say yes, had it not
been for the persistent fear of rejection tugging at his gut – that
instinctual reflex to run before an imprint could be left on his heart.

So he parried with another question, expressing his
reluctance. �What if I do?�

Draco replied, his fluidly sensual voice both imploring and
seductive, �I assure you, it won�t be like last time. Just tell me, Theodore.� He forced the issue further, pressing his cock into
Theodore�s lap. �Do you want me?�

Theodore�s body arched up, yearning for friction between
their erections. His answer was a
shuddering, affirmative sigh.
�Yes.�

Draco sat up, lifting off Theodore, leaving him cold and
wanting. He reached down to grasp
Theodore�s cock and commanded, with both his silver eyes and persuasive voice,
�Tell me.�

Theodore thrust gently into Draco�s hand like a needy whore,
panting, digging his fingers into Draco�s thighs. �I want you, Draco.
I have always wanted you.�

He didn�t know if this was the consent that Draco needed to
take things further. He also
didn�t quite know exactly what he was consenting to. It really didn�t matter to Theodore, so long as their bodies
were attached in some way. This is
not to say that Theodore was unscrupulous or indiscriminate – He was
simply so desperate to have him that Theodore would take Draco in any way he could.

Still, Theodore did not expect what Draco said next and was
quite taken aback.

�Fuck me, Theodore.�

It wasn�t a question.
It wasn�t a plea. It was a
directive that left no room for disobedience.

Theodore was so stunned that he stopped. Did Draco Malfoy actually tell Theodore to fuck him? Draco�s abrasively
domineering personality did not lead one to assume he�d bottom for
anybody. He shook his head with
disbelief. �Excuse me, did I hear
you correctly?�

Draco rested a hand on his hip, tilted his head to the side,
and drawled, �Are you going deaf, Nott, or are you losing your nerve?�

He looked almost exactly the way he did that one time Draco
beat him at fencing – �That, my friend, was most definitely a valid
touch.�

He bent down and purred against Theodore�s lips, lapping at
them between phrases. �I clearly�
told you� to fuck me.� Draco
righted himself, licked his thumb, then fisted Theodore�s cock, swirling the
wetness over the head. �Don�t you
bloody tease me, Theodore.� He
inched his body forward slightly so that their bodies were perfectly aligned
for penetration. Draco reached
behind himself to reclaim Theodore�s cock, stroking it enticingly.

Theodore shook his head as he uttered plaintively, �I want
to, but I couldn�t take it again if things ended the way they did back then.�

Then Draco�s arrogance melted away. He pulled Theodore�s face to his chest
and held him in an embrace – a gesture of compassion just as unlikely as
Draco wanting Theodore to top him.
�It won�t,� He assured him as he rested his cheek on the top of
Theodore�s head. �We won�t hurt
each other anymore.�

Theodore could hear Draco�s heartbeat racing despite his
collected exterior. Convinced that
the other man truly had no intention of deceiving him in this moment, he placed
his hands on the back of Draco�s thighs and slid them upwards to rest on his
rear.

�Get me ready for you,� Draco instructed softly, nuzzling
his face into Theodore�s hair, his arms draped over his shoulders.

The bedside table drawer opened with a wordless spell and
out floated a little bottle of lubricant.
Theodore tipped a generous amount of the clear fluid onto the tips of
his fingers. He reached between
Draco�s legs and then gently traced the furrow of Draco�s buttocks, allowing the
oil to infuse. With another coating of oil, Theodore swirled the pad of his
middle finger around Draco�s entrance, eliciting a moan. Then he eased his fingertip into the
tight hole. Theodore could feel
Draco flinch and his muscles tighten.
He kissed Draco�s chest lovingly to reassure him as he serviced Draco�s
cock with his free hand. As
Theodore inched his finger in deeper, the muscles yielding to his touch,
Draco�s breathing became slow and rhythmic, indicating his relaxed state.

Draco looked down at Theodore, expression warm and body
pliant. �Now,� he whispered, as he
caressed Theodore�s face.

Theodore slicked his erection with the lubricant on his
palm, never breaking the stare that he and Draco shared at this moment,
ice-blue eyes locked upon silvery grey.
He rested his hands on Draco�s hips and guided him gently down to his
cock.

Just prior to entry, a thought crossed Theodore�s mind. �You�ve done this before, right?�

Draco bit his bottom lip with a hint of coyness and shook
his head slowly. But before
Theodore could have any reservations, Draco impaled himself upon his rigid
length. Theodore watched the ecstasy spread over Draco�s expression as he
entered him. Draco�s feather-light eyelashes fluttered as he let his eyelids
fall. The other man seemed to melt
around him, becoming supple while somehow remaining impossibly tight.

Theodore was overcome with emotion. He was extremely moved that Draco
wanted to share this sacred gift with him, and had possibly reserved it
specifically for Theodore. It took
a great deal of restraint to keep from coming before Draco was even fully
seated. He gazed up at him
adoringly as Draco gyrated atop him, allowing Theodore�s cock to venture deeper
with each downward motion, to take unclaimed, virgin territory as his own. It amazed Theodore how Draco could
remain ascendant while being taken this way, his command over Theodore�s body
and control over his own never wavering.

Draco�s fingertips ghosted over Theodore�s chest,
stimulating him beyond what he could handle. He had to stop him, hands clamped around wrists, eyes
screwed shut, to keep his release at bay.
Theodore couldn�t even look at Draco anymore. He was too bloody hot, and the sight of this Adonis riding
his cock was enough to make him lose it.
Just the thought of fucking Draco Bloody Malfoy threatened his
undoing.

He was so lost in the swirl of sensations and emotions that
Theodore didn�t even realize Draco was fervently pummeling his own cock to
completion until he was moaning, �Oh god, Theodore, I�m going to come.�

That was all it took to make Theodore spill over the edge as
soon as the first stream of Draco�s hot come splashed across his chest in a
thick, white ribbon. Theodore�s
cock shuddered with involuntary contractions inside of Draco, their rapturous
moans uniting in a chorus of ecstasy as their bodies coalesced.

Theodore felt faint, as if he�d just pumped the entirety of
his physical and spiritual existence into Draco�s body. Draco collapsed in a spent heap on top
of Theodore - their bodies sodden with semen and sweat. They lay together, chests heaving,
panting in perfect rhythm with each other, Draco exhaling as Theodore inhaled,
until their breaths quieted.

Theodore felt a slight pang of loss as Draco rolled off of
him. They lay beside each other,
staring at the ceiling.

Theodore asked softly, �You alright?�

Draco chuckled. �Brilliant. You?�

Theodore laughed softly in return. �Fan-bloody-tastic.�

It couldn�t get any better than this. But Draco astonished Theodore once more
by curling his body against him in a post-coital embrace. Theodore mused inwardly, �Who would
have guessed Draco Malfoy liked to cuddle after sex?� Truth
be told, Theodore wasn�t one to linger after the deed had been done –
another expression of his defense mechanism. Yet Theodore found himself wanting nothing more than to stay
there in Draco�s arms.

For the first time in his life, Theodore Nott felt complete.

He didn�t want to ruin the moment with words. Instead, he let his body convey what he
felt inside. He wrapped his arms
around Draco and kissed him softly until the blond man fell asleep. Before Theodore followed Draco into
Dream, he promised himself that he�d tell Draco that he loved him if he
remained in the morning. And if he
weren�t there when Theodore woke up, he�d know that they truly were not fated
to be together. He would resign to
the fact that this had just been a final act of closure, ending a very long and
arduous chapter in his life.
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