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Political Axes	By : Rettavex Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 12136 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Political Axes
- 2-Ch 1
- 3-ch2
- 4-Ch3
- 5-Ch 4
- 6-5
- 7-6
- 8-7
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- 10-9
- 11-10
- 12-11
- 13-12
- 14-13
- 15-14
- 16-15
- 17-16
- 18-17
- 19-18
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Despite his immaculately maintained, long, platinum hair, superior fashion savvy, and a rather unquenchable jones for Italian shoes, Draco was truly not that vain. Oh, he looked damned good and he knew it. Malfoys were never one to portray false modesty. Why bother pretending to be humble about something that even a person with poor eyesight could see was near flawless beauty?
He no longer boasted and flaunted his looks the way he had as a young teen. He didn�t need to. Heads had always turned for Draco with little to no effort on his part, until he and Harry had begun their relationship. Harry had demanded more than his looks, more than his acquiescence to the occasional bedroom romp. Even after a sexual interlude, a time when he and other paramours had usually made a hasty parting, Harry lingered and demanded Draco in total. He required conversation, debate, entertaining, feeding, cuddling and caring. Once he got over being irrevocably attracted to his one-time nemesis Draco was able to see the man through new eyes. It was then that he realized that Harry was something new, something special. Harry was someone worth making his own.
The first three months of their affair had been an exercise in acrobatic sex, surreptitious rendezvous, and acting out nearly every sexual fantasy one or the other could fathom. It was hedonistic and decadent to the extreme. Draco had loved every minute of it. Yet, he was even more satisfied when after one long late night assignation they had alternately talked, punched, smacked, slapped, spanked and fucked their way through all the pent-up, left over animosity and distrust that had been so constantly nourished when they were school boys. The following morning they decided to pursue a more in-depth romance that had almost immediately become something Draco knew he would never willingly give up.

Draco was reminded just how much he loved having Harry in his life as he watched Harry go through his morning routine. Every movement the man made brought Draco closer and closer to salivating. When Harry brushed his teeth, all Draco could think of was how luscious his lips looked even coated in white foam from the paste. His gaze danced across Harry�s upper back and bicep, those muscles flexing as his arms made short, circular movements while cleaning his teeth. Then Harry performed one of the most mundane, habitual activities that everyone did upon waking in the morning. He took a piss. It was one of the most erotic things in Draco�s opinion and he never grew tired of the experience. It was not erotic because of some suppressed interest in water sports, nor was it erotic because of the voyeur aspect. For Draco it was simply the comfort that Harry displayed in turning his back, lowering his pajama bottoms slightly, lightly palming his organ to aim, closing his eyes and releasing his bladder. The entire act spoke volumes about trust and intimacy. As the stream of urine came to an end Draco held his breath, waiting for the small motion that never failed to arouse him.
Harry rolled his hips and let out a sigh of relief as his bladder was completely emptied. Draco bit back a growl as he took in the sight of the firm swell of Harry�s arse, the sculpted back muscles and the smooth dip in his lower back that created a small well just above the tailbone. Acting before Harry could even think of pulling the bottoms back up, Draco reached a hand over and latched onto the waistband from the back, yanking so hard that the seam gave way. As the material pooled to the floor, Harry found himself backed up against the sink, Draco�s knee planted firmly between his legs as the blond proceeded to try to retrieve the coffee Harry had only recently drank.

The kisses were sloppy, wet and slightly painful. Draco found it hard to complete one pass of his tongue in Harry�s mouth before needing to begin another. He felt breathless, fevered and rushed. He could not get close enough as he leaned his entire body into Harry�s, forcing the edge of the marble sink to dig into the brunet�s buttocks.

As the air became ever shorter in supply, Harry wrenched his mouth away.

�Dray, love, slow. Let�s take a bit of time.�

Draco�s eyes were glassy and unfocused. His breathing was ragged and hitched.

�No. No time. Here. Now.�

Draco grabbed a hand full of Harry�s hair, jerking his lover�s head back to better access his throat. Draco began sucking and laving the shorter man�s neck, making a point to scrape his teeth along the collarbone leaving dark pink marks behind.

�I don�t want slow, Harry. I don�t want sorrow. I don�t want apologetic sex. You said you were sorry. Did you mean it?�

Harry could barely contain his bewilderment at Draco�s actions.

�Of course I meant it.�

�Then take me the way you want to, down deep. I can sense it. You are trying not to erupt. You�re balking because you think you�ll hurt me.�
�I did hurt you, Dray. Look at your fucking wrists.� Harry�s grip on Draco�s hips tightened involuntarily as he thought about the ugly bruises the blond sported.
�That happened for complex reasons, Harry. Holding back between us is not the answer. Let go. I�m not the Weasley chit. I don�t break, and I don�t fold under pressure. I thrive. You need this. I need this.�
Draco placed a sultry kiss to Harry�s lips as he stepped back, putting the decision totally in Harry�s hands. If he wanted to continue he would have to step forward and take Draco back in his arms. Mere seconds elapsed before Draco noticed Harry�s eyes darken, his face rigid as his jaw clenched.
Harry grabbed Draco in a one-handed grasp by the arse, the other hand he wrapped Draco�s braid around, as one would a rope.
�You don�t know what you are asking for, Draco. This could go past normal roughness. I could hurt you.� Harry ground out, his face not an inch from Draco�s.
�You could. But you won�t, not in any way that would count. Take me, Harry. Come on.�
Draco winced as Harry�s grip tightened pulling his braid even more taut away from his scalp.
�Back off on this. Please,� Harry pleaded, breathing as if he had run marathon.
Draco looked unflinchingly back into those emerald eyes, and with a confident sneer replied, �No.�
Anger and lust battled for dominance in Harry�s features. The brunet released his grip on Draco�s backside, took a miniscule step backward and gave in.
�Down.�
Draco dropped to his knees, the unforgiving hardness of the marble floor nothing compared to the steel-like erection jutting out from Harry�s groin.
�Open.�
As soon as he complied Draco�s mouth was filled with eight and a half inches of hard cock that threatened to gag him into unconsciousness. It wasn�t overly large, but the girth had Draco�s mouth stretched near its limits. Harry wasted no time setting a grueling rhythm, mouth-fucking Draco at a breakneck speed. With Draco�s braid still securely wrapped around his fist, Harry used it like a rein as he pushed himself deeper and deeper down his lover�s throat.
�That�s it. Open wide, babe. Take it. Root me. Make me come.�
It was an order. Draco brought one hand up to help aid him in controlling the rapid slamming of Harry�s hips, using the middle finger of the other hand to tease the sweaty, puckered opening that was neatly hidden between two thewy arse cheeks. Draco relaxed his throat, hollowed his cheeks and sucked firmly while using the tip of his tongue to place a tattoo of sensation along the underside of Harry�s cock. Within a minute Harry gave a mighty growl and exploded, sending wave upon wave of semen down Draco�s gullet. Draco had it all down in three large gulps, taking a moment to be sure that not a drop hit the bathroom floor.
Harry pulled out, his cock still half-erect and glistening. Draco�s lips were puffy and red, his eyes slightly watery. As the blond took stock his throat felt raw and his lips stung a little from being stretched and pounded so harshly. It was a glorious feeling. He had taken the first round with little consequence. Still, he knew the roughest was yet to come.
Harry hauled Draco up by the hair, not letting up an inch.
�I�m not fully hard yet, Draco. Get me there.�
Draco gave a mischievous smirk as he pried his hair out of Harry�s fist before moving over to the medicine cabinet above the sink. He removed a vial of his favorite lube, which was lightly scented with gardenias and had a high-grade friction ingredient to help smooth the way. He looked into the mirror to see Harry standing behind him, one hand slowly sliding up and down his erection, those eyes firmly planted on Draco�s arse.
Knowing exactly what would get Harry�s ardor up again, Draco positioned his feet wide and leaned over the sink, practically lying down. He popped the cork on the vial, slathered one hand before reaching behind and running a finger up the length of his cleft and back down. Draco closed his eyes and slipped first one, then two fingers into himself, teasing and widening his opening. After a third finger was added, he brought his other hand back to grasp a butt cheek and pulled it aside, baring himself to Harry in the most wanton fashion he could envision. The picture he presented was dirty and slutty, and no well-practiced two-knut whore could do better. He continued stretching and massaging his passage, the whole time moaning in barely suppressed anticipation, waiting for the moment when Harry could no longer bare to simply watch.
He didn�t have to wait much longer. Harry resumed his tug of war with Draco�s braid, forcing the thinner wizard to remain splayed face down against the sink, his forehead coming precariously close to banging the faucet.
With the sound of the shower raining down in the background, Harry slid into Draco inch by inch, slowly until he was pressed firmly against the blond�s backside. Once in, he stilled, desperate to regain some minor control. He was going to take and take thoroughly, but he wanted to be careful not to hurt the person that had become his most cherished confidant, his most precious love. Harry gazed into the mirror and looked his fill of the explicit tableau he and Draco made. Just as Draco was beginning to wonder if Harry was going to move, the dark-haired man began thrusting in hard, deep, steady strokes.
�Harry! Ahh�Harry.� With each thrust Harry went deeper and deeper, adding that lovely little roll of his hips that sent an extra buzz of pleasure as the tip of his cock grazed that magic spot inside Draco.
Angling for more consistent prostate pressure, Harry pulled Draco upright forcing the blond use his hands to grip the sink in an effort to keep Harry from fucking him clear through the fixture and into the mirror. Harry let go of the braid, wrapped a forearm around Draco�s shoulders just shy of a stranglehold and used his other hand to grip Draco tightly on the right hip, making it nearly impossible for the blond to move independently.
�More,� came the breathy demand from Draco.
Harry kicked the taller wizards left leg further outward forcing him into a wider stance and began hammering ruthlessly. The steam from the shower settled on their skin causing a tacky friction wherever their bodies met. Draco felt boneless and his eyes fluttered open and closed as if he were on the edge of fainting. Harry had him propped up on his cock like a ragdoll.

�Stay with me, love. You wanted this. Remember. Now I�m going to break you so that you�ll only work for me. Sweat for me. Scream for me. Come for me. � Harry breathed into Draco�s ear. Long, flaxen hairs damp with steam and sweat stuck to his morning stubble as he spoke.
Draco managed to lift the brunet�s hand from his hip and moved it over to his long neglected member, wishing fervently for a little relief. Harry did not disappoint as he wrapped a large, lightly calloused hand around Draco�s cock, milking him in time with each thrust. All too soon Draco descended into uncontrollable babbling and begging, punctuated by grunts as he was reamed within an inch of sanity.
�Oh, Harry. I�m going to come. Wanna come. So good. Harry� Oh, fuck me!!�
�Hell, yes. Come, Dray. Yes, Yes, yes.�
Draco�s eyes squeezed tightly closed as he lost all control bucking backward impaling himself over and over onto that cock that threatened to tear him in half. The front of his thighs banged into the sink ledge repeatedly as he released all over Harry�s hand.
Harry�s followed directly as Draco�s channel seized around his shaft ripping his orgasm from him. The rush of pleasure was like a dam bursting. Sweat and semen trickled down Draco�s inner thighs like condensation on a glass.
As they came down from their post-coital bliss they both lifted their gazes to the mirror that was by now fogged with steam, obscuring their reflections. The mirror of no use to either of them in gauging the other�s reaction to their latest coupling, they settled for damp, sticky caresses and lazy, sloppy kisses as they stumbled into the shower.
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