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Chapter Five--Like a Dance, Like a Battle

            Harry was a little irritated that Malfoy moved ahead of him into the bedroom as if he knew where he was going, though he'd certainly never been in Harry's house before. So he took the opportunity to pin Malfoy against the wall right beside the door and kiss him to the point that he could learn the different tastes of his teeth, and Malfoy was breathless and gasping as if he hadn't expected that, his eyes wide and dazed.

            Harry pulled back, smiled at Malfoy, and started undressing him. He would take longer, since Harry had fewer clothes to get off.

            And his wings had pulled back and hung, trembling, behind his shoulders now, as if they wanted to make having sex with Malfoy as easy as possible. Harry rolled his eyes, but didn't stop taking Malfoy's clothes off. If he was going to fuck him, he was going to do it in style.

            Malfoy finally seemed to recover from that kiss and get a good grip on what was happening. He reached out and ran a hand down Harry's arm to his wrist, half-caressing, and then shook his head. "I could do that for you," he whispered. "Wouldn't you rather that I did?"

            Not exactly, Harry thought. His life had been thrown completely off-track by what had happened today, as though he'd learned that all his work with the Aurors was a dream and he was still stuck back in Hogwarts with his adult life ahead of him. He wanted to take control of something, and it might as well be this.

            He nipped Malfoy's fingers in answer, making him yelp, and then returned to stripping the pants off him. Malfoy stepped out of them at last, all of him long and lean and pale, even his cock, as though the blood Harry knew was flowing to it couldn't make much difference in its color. Harry smiled and reached out, scratching lightly at Malfoy's ribs and flanks to see what made him twitch.

            Malfoy abruptly seized his hands and whirled around so that they fell to the bed with him beneath Harry. Harry wondered why for a moment, blinking, but then his shoulders shifted and he felt the stupid, massive wings. Wouldn't want to lie with these pinned beneath me. Right.

            That made him wonder how he was going to get to sleep tonight, since he usually preferred to lie on his back, but Malfoy startled him out of the self-pity he was sinking into by grabbing his face and kissing him. Harry gave in enthusiastically to that part. Malfoy was a talented kisser, and he made Harry feel like writhing and kissing back just because.

            Then Malfoy's hands ran over his shoulders and onto his wings.

            The pleasure that poured through him then was molten, and actually made his skin feel hotter. Harry groaned into Malfoy's mouth and wished it didn't feel so good when Malfoy pulled at some of the fluffy little feathers. He thought they might be called pinfeathers, but that fact vanished into the rush of lust that Malfoy was inducing just by pulling on them.

            "That's what this is," Malfoy said, pulling back and looking at him again. "Honest desire. I couldn't do this to you if I had any intention of hurting you."

            Harry glared at him. He didn't particularly want to be reminded that Malfoy only wanted him because of the wings. He was trying to have fun here. "What was your brilliant idea for how to do this?" he asked, sitting back and waving his wand to peel off the panel of cloth he'd used to substitute for a shirt.

            Malfoy watched him with half-lidded eyes and didn't answer. Harry rolled his eyes and snapped his fingers in front of Malfoy's eyes, making him start. "I realize that they send you into a hypnotic trance of lust," Harry drawled, "but could you try to pay attention to something besides my wings?"

            Malfoy laughed at him, but the laughter was warm, and Harry was smiling by the time that Malfoy reached down to help him pull off his trousers and his pants. "I do have brilliant ideas," Malfoy said against his jaw, biting him hard enough to make Harry arch and almost forget about getting naked. "One of which is to lie down on my back and have you ride me."

            Harry blinked. Then he said, "Ride you on your cock?"

            "Mmmm." Malfoy watched him with that half-lidded look again, but this time, Harry thought his gaze was at least lingering on Harry's face and his chest and cock as much as on the wings. "Do you have an objection to that?"

            "No," Harry said, and then more strongly, "No." It wasn't the way he'd pictured it--he'd thought something less athletic, like sucking each other's cocks--but this way would probably work, too, especially since his wings seemed inclined to stay back and above his head right now, and he didn't have a tail to interfere.

            "Good," Malfoy said, and twisted up, and suddenly his fingers were much fiercer than before in Harry's hair, on his shoulders, on his back between the wings. Harry gasped and went with it, scraping back when he could. Malfoy really liked fingernails everywhere, it seemed: on his nipples, on his throat, in his ears. He turned his head and bit Harry on the cheek when he did that.

            Malfoy had brought his own lube, a tube of which he Summoned from his robe where it lay on the floor, and Harry had to laugh. "Were you that confident that you'd get lucky?" he had to ask as he took the lube and opened his legs, reaching back to work on himself.

            "Mmmm," Malfoy said again, and then raked him with an admiring glance that made Harry's smile break out when he hadn't told it to. "Not exactly. I carry healing salves of all kinds in case I'm called suddenly to a bedside where someone's suffering and I don't have the appropriate potion with me."

            That made sense, Harry supposed. And the lube was thick and gloppy on his fingers, but warmer than a lot of those he'd used, and he had to admit, he felt good like this, sliding his fingers in for a stretch and then another and then another, while Malfoy watched him like he could let the world burn, as long as Harry kept on doing that. A little grunt slipped out of his lips in spite of himself.

            "You do look stunning." Malfoy sounded as if he was surprised about that. Of course, Harry thought as he arched his back and drove his fingers deeper, he would have to be, at least if he was someone who only wanted Harry because of his wings.

            Well, let him want me because of the wings, then. He'll see that they only get in the way or don't add anything to the sex soon, and in the meantime, I could use something to take my mind off the damn things.

            They ruffled around his head just then, as if they'd heard his thoughts and were offended. Harry rolled his eyes and leaned forwards, angling his body so that he could reach further without straining his wrist. He wouldn't fall into the trap of thinking about them as usual parts of himself, no matter how tempting it was or how happy it would make Malfoy. In fact, that it would make Malfoy happy was a great reason not to do it--

            And then his fingers finally went deep enough, and Harry twisted his neck, shutting his eyes as pleasure flooded him. He felt the wings beating wildly above his head, but they did it so lightly that they didn't unbalance him; it just felt like a pleasant breeze stirring his hair. He thought he could put up with that.

            "God, Potter."

            Malfoy grabbed him around the waist abruptly and all but tore his hands away from his arse. Harry opened his eyes, ready to protest, but it was a little hard to do that when you were being so thoroughly kissed that the person doing it could probably taste his tonsils. He ended up letting his head hang off to the side, grunting as Malfoy kissed him nearly senseless, then lay back and grabbed the salve. By the time Harry opened his eyes and got oriented again, Malfoy's cock was glistening.

            "Do you want to do the honors, or shall I?" Malfoy let his fingers play the length of his cock, his eyes shining at Harry.

            "Only you would call touching your cock an honor," Harry said, rolling his eyes, but he reached out and pulled it off Malfoy’s belly. Malfoy's mouth fell open, his breath coming out in a rattling little hiss. Harry thought about telling him that that meant something obscene in Parseltongue.

            On the other hand, he didn't look as if he needed it. He fought already not to come in Harry's palms, Harry thought, with a small smirk. Well, that was fine. Harry had had that battle a few times himself.

            And he liked causing that reaction in someone else.

            He started to rise so he could sit on Malfoy's cock--

            And the wings beat, lifting him entirely from the bed for a few seconds. When Harry yelled and tried to fold them down, they descended like a bloody tent on his shoulders, enclosing him and Malfoy in a cocoon of warmth, and Harry sat down hard on Malfoy's bony hips.

            On the other hand, Malfoy's cock was almost where Harry wanted it, just a few inches off, and he wriggled back and onto it with a satisfied sigh.

            And Malfoy was staring at him with eyes so big that Harry thought he'd hurt himself and his voice babbling along at high speed, while his hands scraped and rustled on Harry's hips as though they belonged there. "God, you," he said, while his teeth shone in the red and gold light refracted through the feathers. "Yes." His hips snapped up in what felt like an entirely involuntary thrust.

            Harry bent down and kissed him, mashing lips to lips as he concentrated on riding Malfoy and lifting his wings at the same time. The wings went high again, beating steadily in the air, but luckily not hard enough to lift him off. The breeze blew Malfoy's hair back and increased his babble to the point that Harry didn't think he could recognize individual words anymore.

            And after that...

            Well, Harry would have said that it went like a breeze, but Ron would have punched him for that comment and he didn't think Malfoy would like it, either. He found a rhythm sooner than he thought he would have. His hips worked back and forth in a series of rolls, and Malfoy surged up to match him, and the wings flapped. Harry found he could ignore them most of the time. On the downstroke, they didn't do much except appear in the corners of his eyes, and on the upstroke, they vanished entirely. They were just there, and they didn't interfere in the way of him getting a good fucking, which was all he wanted right at the moment.

            The bedspread was rough beneath his knees, Malfoy's hands warm, his teeth and the lips that pressed against his hard. Malfoy's cock was just long enough to jab him in the prostate sometimes, and Harry did the rest on his own, working himself down, working himself back, working himself forwards. He hissed a little when he felt his orgasm approaching. Horrible as it would be to say, since he didn't believe in gratifying Malfoy's ego, he was still sad that this was reaching its end.

            Then the pleasure surged through him, and his legs locked, and he sprayed Malfoy's stomach and chest. He looked down, secretly hoping that Malfoy had swallowed a little, or that he was upset.

            Malfoy was watching him with eyes that shone like light through a stained glass window, and when he arched up and grunted and came, he never closed them. Harry was the one who ended up looking away.

            He started to rest his hands on Malfoy's shoulders so he could pull away, but Malfoy took that as the chance to reach up and capture his head instead, tugging him into a kiss that went on and on and on. Long past the point where Malfoy's tongue lapped and scraped at his lips and did small soft things that made his eyelids droop, Harry gave up. He collapsed on the bed over Malfoy, his wings falling down to cover them again.

            That must be hot as hell. The wings still shed a softly simmering heat that Harry thought would be uncomfortable when they were both sweaty. Again he tried to roll to the side, but Malfoy's arms came around him, fitting carefully along the ribcage and stroking the sheaths where the wings began between the shoulder blades.

            "Stay," Malfoy whispered. "Oh, just, just like that, just like this, so good..." He crooned the last words.

            I'm the half-bird, not you, Harry wanted to say, but he was warm and he was tired and it felt good. He ended up tumbling off to sleep on the git’s chest with Malfoy still inside him and his wings still covering their bodies in a canvas of light.

            Malfoy likes the strangest things.

*

            Amiyom: Thank you.

            unneeded: The wings aren’t necessarily affecting Harry that much, since he’s not really a phoenix. The recklessness, on the other hand, is going to affect him.

            SilverLion: He probably won’t, but he will probably shake his head very, very slowly.

            HeartStar: He did want something to distract him from the whole wings thing, and Malfoy was persistent enough at the right time.

            red713: Thank you. Ron is Harry’s very good friend in this story, and he’ll definitely take Malfoy apart if he hurts Harry.

            SP777: The wings apparently liked Draco’s plan, so they really weren’t a problem.
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