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Sleeping Dogs	By : ChimaeraChan Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 69093 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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CH7—Trying To Trick A Wolf
Harry had avoided Draco Malfoy for days after having woken up without the collar and remembering how the white wolf was really the pale boy in animagus form. He wasn't quite sure why he was avoiding Draco, especially since Remus had finally given Harry the go ahead to approach him when in need. Every time Harry caught sight of the boy, be it during a meal in the Great Hall, or while trying to not stare at him in potions, Harry's stomach twisted up, and he felt unbearably uncomfortable.
He didn't want to be embarrassed by how he had behaved with the white wolf, and Harry knew, fucked up as it was, it was not the very sick and depraved things he had so readily done that he was embarrassed about when he caught sight of Draco. No, it was the way it had been so different, so fucking gentle, and caring, and every time Harry let himself think of that, a part of him just felt like it was breaking.
Harry did not enjoy the feeling. He had been happy to finally get ahead of a lot of the confusing, sick feelings that used to plague him about his sexuality. He did not want to add silent tears and strange, delicious softness to the list of things that fucked him up with the sex his body so eagerly craved and desperately needed. Harry decided that the only way around this problem was to get Malfoy to be just as rough and careless as Sirius and Remus always were when filling him. The sweetness was just too difficult to bear.
Harry started stalking the pale boy down. He would catch Draco in corridors and drag him into empty classrooms, pull the boy's pants down and suck him off in desperate, dirty ways until the Slytherin would use his own nasty mouth to encourage his efforts. Harry kept stalking the boy, kept catching him, until Draco was waiting for him, slamming him into the classroom door instead, pushing Harry down to his knees and fucking his mouth the way he had showed the boy. And then, Harry wasn't stalking Draco anymore at all, it was the wolf following him around, the pale boy growling lowly before he struck, until Harry found he spent most of his days looking around, wondering when Draco would hunt him down and take his mouth and hopefully, the rest of him.
Malfoy kept hesitating, as if it was a line just too messed up to cross. Harry couldn't understand it, having crossed far worse lines with much less trepidation. But Malfoy wouldn't fuck him no matter how much Harry needed it. It wasn't until a quiet Friday night, when Harry decided he'd had enough and was going to trick the boy, that he found out why.

Draco was walking back from dinner, dressed casually for a change, hands in his pockets as he kicked a small rock down the hall. He caught Harry's scent before he saw the boy, green eyes peering up through messy fringe, the damn bother waiting in the doorway of an empty room. Potter had that fucked up smile on his face, mildly deranged and all god damn anticipation.
Draco knew he should have just kept walking, should have ignored the slut and gone back to his dorm and finished his homework. Potter made him crazy, plain and simple. He was gorgeous and sexy and so fucked in the head that Draco just lost himself, even when he always felt like shit for it later. Potter wanted weird, fucked up shit, and Draco didn't, and he knew he never would.
Glancing around to see if they were alone, Harry pushed himself from the doorway, looking Draco over heatedly as he approached. “Hey Malfoy,” Harry whispered, mouth moving over Draco's earlobe. “You feel like reminding me what that pack of street dogs should do to me? You say it just so nicely...”
Draco glared; the boy was seriously fucked and made Draco regret every god damn mean thing that ever came out of his mouth. Yet, it also seemed to make him damn meaner about it at the same time. “Why don't you go ask your alpha? I'm sure he and the mutt would be happy to show you first hand.”
“Oh, don't be that way.” Harry licked up the side of Draco's throat, slipping a hand down the front of the pale boy's body until reaching his jeans waistband. “I was hoping you might want to show me... and then, maybe the pretty wolf, too...”
Draco inwardly cringed. The wolf was not exactly pleased at the idea. Harry gave off all the right scents and noises that screamed 'fuck me' to the simple creature, but other things about Harry, specifically the very deranged, fucked up behavior when he wasn't wearing the collar, made the wolf think that avoiding the boy all together was the best course of action. Something Draco had been thinking as well, even if he had been having a lot of difficulty following through.
“I don't have time for the wolf tonight, Potter. I need to study, and once it knots it's at least an hour,” Draco muttered, trying to extract from the hands currently pulling him towards the empty classroom.
“Mmm... I remember...” Harry said with a lazy smile, managing to get Draco to the other side of the door and closing it behind them. He pulled Draco's shirt up, running hands over the boy's back and sides. “How about... just you then? I have been swallowing that long cock of yours for days now, and I would really like to see what you do with it.”
Draco inhaled sharply, one of Harry's hands somehow past his fly already and wrapping fingers around his hardening length. “Potter... you won't like how I fuck.”
“Sure I will,” Harry said, eyes alight as he watched Draco's face and slowly jerked the boy through his pants. “As long as it's in my ass, you really can't go wrong.” Harry stepped back, pulling his t-shirt up over his head and throwing it to the ground, followed quickly with his glasses.
As certain as he was that Harry thought that was true, Draco knew that it wasn't. He had seen Remus go very fucking wrong with the boy while wearing that damn collar, and seeing how Harry really seemed to be looking for similar, Draco had little interest in it. “I'm not a werewolf, or some hardened criminal that spent years in jail. I'm not going to fuck you like them, Potter. I just don't want to.”
“Then fuck me how you want to,” Harry said with an unconcerned shrug, kicking his shoes off. “Promise, I won't complain.”
Harry's jeans were off and Draco was having some difficulty concentrating with the slender, nearly nude boy standing shamelessly in front of him. Was Potter ever not achingly hard? He watched Harry pull his underwear down, impish green eyes catching his as he straightened, that damn deranged grin back. Then Harry was walking around him, hands brushing over Draco's bulging jeans, before the boy settled on the closed classroom door. Bracing his arms and resting his forehead on the wood, Harry spread his legs wide in offering.
Draco would quite literally have to go through Potter if he wanted to leave, and looking at him, it didn't seem like a bad compromise at the moment.
Eyes locked on the light toned muscles and soft pale skin of Harry's form, Draco pulled his own clothes off distractedly.
He could hear Potter panting, see his fingers flex in anticipation, and see sweat just starting to gather at the base of his neck. He reeked of sex, more so with his pants off and loins and glands exposed to spread the scent further. He was also surprisingly free of the foul werewolf scent, something Draco was relieved for. Harry currently had no bruises, and Draco would like to keep it that way.
Harry jerked at the first touch as if expecting it to hurt, Draco's hand moving over the boy's shoulder blades softly, and then down, caressing his lower back firmly. Draco wrapped his other arm around Harry's waist, curling up against the smaller boy's back with his body, sinking in to the feel of skin on skin. He kissed Harry's neck, the other shifting away from the soft touch, green eyes peering back at him.
“Come on, Malfoy, put it in me first. I'm fucking dying here.” Groaning, Harry rocked his hips back, trying to impale himself on Draco. Rolling his eyes, Draco slid his hand over Harry's ass, seeking out his entrance with his fingers.
Harry growled, glaring back at Draco this time. “Don't fucking bother. Can't you smell how much I need this? Fuck me.”
“Damn it,” Draco cursed softly, grabbing Harry's sharp hips, and pushing forward. He tried to go slow, tried to give the boy time to fucking adjust, and not have his damn hot tightness snap Draco in two. But Harry was pushing back desperately, making needy, aching noises of pleasure as Draco plunged into his unstretched hole.
“Oh god... oh god, Malfoy... That's it... fuck... take me hard...”
“Potter, you said I could fuck you how I wanted to.” Draco growled, opening his eyes to glare at the bowed neck before him. A familiar leather collar was hanging off of Harry's neck, the boy moments away from clasping it shut. “You fucking—Potter, don't you dare!”
Harry laughed, demented and taunting, clicking the clasp in place and activating the spell.
The fucking sick ass, deranged mutt, needing another god damn rape fantasy and dragging Draco along for the nightmare. Draco had only a moment to get a huff of 'I told you so' from his inner wolf, before Harry swayed, confusion, pain, and fear taking the boy's body.
Stilling, Draco listened to Harry's breath change, the small pants of desire turning into quick, terrified gasps for air.
“It's okay... hush... it's okay...” Draco murmured into the boy's neck, having no fucking interest in feeding Harry's god damn psychosis. “Did you forget again, Harry? Forget where you are... what you're doing?”
“Oh god, it hurts... please... please take it out...” Harry whimpered, tears slipping down his face. Draco snarled inwardly, so fucking angry at the other version of Harry for ever putting him in this situation—for ever fucking thinking that he would even be into raping the boy. It was the fucking werewolf's fault, and Black's too, and Draco was very much ready to make everyone pay for it.
Focusing on the gasping boy in front of him, Draco ran his hands comfortingly up and down his arms. “I'm going to pull it out... tell me if it hurts and I'll go slower, okay?”
Harry nodded dumbly, then squeaked when Draco started to withdraw. “No—stop—don't move... I was wrong, don't move—it's so much worse...” he choked out, eyes squeezed shut.
“It's okay... focus on my voice, okay? Just listen to what I'm saying and what my hands are doing, and let your body relax.” Draco kissed the back of the boy's neck again, running palms over his arms and sides soothingly and doing everything he could to not move and jolt the boy.
Harry's breathing started to slow, teary green eyes peeking back at him hesitantly. “Malfoy? What... are we...?”
“It's Draco, Harry. You forget sometimes.” Draco gently wiped the boy's wet cheeks, his heart breaking at the lost expression on his beautiful face. “But that's okay. I don't mind... just relax... and we can stop...”
Harry stared at him, licking his lips thoughtfully. “So you... you like me?”
Wincing inwardly at the absolute vulnerable rawness of the statement, Draco gave a slow nod. “Of course I like you. You don't do this with someone you don't like. I like you a lot, Harry.”
“Oh...” A small shudder went through the boy, and suddenly Harry was calmer, head leaning back against Draco's shoulder, green eyes peering up curiously. “So... I just forgot...?”
“Yes. It happens sometimes,” Draco assured him, watching the boy's face carefully.
“So... when I wake up sometimes, all bruised...”
Draco shook his head, biting his lip. “No, Harry. I don't bruise you... I would never hurt you that way...” Harry's eyes lost focus, dark thoughts swirling in the green depths. “But that's okay, too. You... uh, you like those friends... and you ask them to do that sometimes...”
Harry blinked back to him, brows furrowed. “I do?”
“That's what you told me,” Draco said, as truthful as he was willing to be in the situation. “How do you feel right now? Does it still hurt?”
Eyes drifting away, Harry paused. “It feels... it feels...” He trailed off, swallowing hard as he clenched around Draco. “Draco, you're inside me.” Harry breathed out shakily, making small gasps.
Draco ran fingers down the side of Harry's sweating face, waiting for the boy to glance back at him. “Is that okay?” He asked, watching Harry closely.
“I... I think it is...” Harry whispered, dark lashes sweeping down. “My uncle told me that it was wrong, unnatural... two men together... But... but it doesn't feel wrong. Not with you.”
Not sure what to say to that, besides how much he hated his uncle and any man that would make this feel wrong to Harry, Draco leaned forward and kissed the boy's cheek. “Are you ready to try again?”
“Um, you mean...?”
“To pull out,” Draco added, a small smile forming at Harry's disappointed look. “You said it hurt a lot.”
“I know... but it feels better now... kind of.” Harry shut his eyes, another shaky breath escaping him and another hard clench. “You feel good inside, even if it hurts a little.”
Breathing deeply, Draco secured his arms around Harry's chest, holding the boy tight to him and burying his face into his neck. “How about you move the way you want? That way you can tell if it's too much.”
“Okay...” Eyes falling shut, Harry slowly rocked his hips forward, gasping at the feel of Draco receding slightly within him. “Oh... oh hell...”
“You okay?” Draco asked, slipping his eyes open to watch Harry gape.
“It's intense... so much...”
“Sorry.” Draco kissed the boy's neck again, sighing as Harry pushed back into his hips, burying him deep inside again.
“God... no, it's good... very good...” Harry said with a whimper, hips again rocking forward, and causing Harry to moan lowly.
Draco breathed deep, trying to keep himself in control. The small gasps and murmurs, so sweet and earnest from Harry lips, were driving him wild. He held himself as still as possible while Harry slowly rode him. Draco was losing though, finding his hips pressing forward when Harry pushed back, which made Harry groan excitedly and only undo Draco's control more.
“Draco... please... I need... I need...” Mumbling, Harry leaned his head against the door, face turned to the side as he panted. Draco bent forward, running fingers through the boy's sweaty tangle of hair and kissing his shoulder.
“What do you need, Harry?” He asked, fairly certain he knew the answer already.
“Need you... please...” Harry whispered, eyes seeking his.
“Okay... you tell me if you want me to stop...” Lips brushing against the boy's ear for a lingering moment, Draco shifted, grasping Harry's hips and slowly thrusting into the aching boy.
Harry moaned, loudly gasping each time Draco settled inside and brushed the spot that made him tense in agonizing pleasure. Body arching backwards, hands on the door, Harry braced his legs and hips, pushing back into each firm thrust while softly begging for more.
Draco was nearly there when he realized Harry was crying again, tears quietly streaming down the boy's face. It was very much a mood killer for Draco, even though he was well aware the damn werewolf, and likely his mate, got off on the smaller boy crying.
“Harry... what is it? What's wrong?” He asked, stilling his movements even though Harry moaned in protest. “Harry, why are you crying?”
Harry blinked back at him, slowly raising his hand to his face and feeling the wetness there. He shook his head, confused. “I don't know... It was feeling so good... I didn't think I was sad...” He licked his lips, meeting Draco's gaze. “I'm not sad. I'm happy... Sometimes I guess I just... cry happy...”
“...You're sure?” Draco wasn't sure he believed the boy, but Harry was nodding at him in a way that made him think that Harry at least believed it.
Harry pressed back against him, urging him to continue. Eyes downcast, Draco did, kissing up the boy's neck and trying to distract them both from Harry's tears. He ran his hands down the front of Harry's chest, plucking dusky nipples lightly while Harry moaned. Draco reached down further, palm flat over Harry's naval, reaching to brush fingers against the boy's aching length.
“Oh fuck... oh, touch it...” Harry begged, hips pushing back, and then forward, into Draco's hand. “Yes... just like that...” Draco wrapped his fingers tight around Harry's cock, letting the boy fuck his hand while he thrust into his tightness. Harry was clenching around him, pushing back and moaning softly with each thrust, helping to build the rhythm.
“Please... oh please...” Harry murmured, pushing back determinedly, trying to get Draco in deeper and to stay. “That's it... yes... oh yes...” He clenched tight around Draco's thickness, Draco just catching the boy's expression before Harry cried out a final time, coming all over Draco's hand.
Harry had gotten unbelievably tight inside, and Draco groaned, holding himself in the hot clench, grinding forward, listening to Harry gasp encouragingly, until he finally gave in, fire exploding through him as he filled Harry.
They lay collapsed on the door, the two a sweaty tangle of thin limbs and pale flesh. Harry was murmuring softly, nearly sweet nothings as Draco panted against his shoulder. Then, eyes catching sight of the collar, Draco spoke. “Harry, I need you to understand something.”
“Hmm?” Harry asked, turning his head slightly, resting it heavily on the door.
“This might not make much sense to you right now, but it will later. As long as you're wearing that collar, that is the only way I'm ever going to touch you. Ever. And that's the same for the wolf.”
Blinking, Harry nodded, biting his lip. “Wolf?” He asked, raising his eyebrows.
“You probably don't remember him. A white wolf that you thought was pretty.” Draco ran fingers up and down the side of Harry's face, studying him closely. “He likes you just as much, and neither of us want to hurt you, ever. Even if you might want us to. So, as long as you are wearing that collar, I promise, this is how its going to be. Understand?”
Harry nodded, seemingly more confused but unwilling to voice it. It didn't matter, since this wasn't the Harry Draco was talking to, but the broken, demented thing that was outside of the collar and remembered everything that happened.
Because he could, and he wanted to, Draco held Harry close, kissing his neck and resting, waiting for the other boy to decide when it was time to go.
When Harry was like this, the way Draco had known him for the longest time, before Black and Remus and whatever fucked up shit had gotten to the small boy, it was difficult for Draco to let go. He knew it was a problem. Falling for Potter was about the damnedest stupidest thing he could every fucking do, especially now, when the boy would rather be raped than loved.
So Draco prepared himself. Because if Harry didn't self destruct soon, than Draco likely would, and neither were pleasant options.
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