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Title: Gods

Author:
lunablue

Warning: PWP

Rating: NC17

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Summary:
Draco Malfoy was a god. He knew he was because Harry Potter had made him one.

Author's
Notes: Because I feel bad for not updating SotBM sooner, and just because I was
in the

mood for
some good old fashion boy sex. Consider it a thank you for being patient with
me present.

Enjoy!

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Draco Malfoy
was a god.

He knew he
was because Harry Potter had made him one.

Harry was a
god too. A bright burning sun god who touched every atom of

your body
with his rays, filling you up with warmth like a tea cup, until your

entire body
quivered and you felt like you may over flow and burst into billions

of tiny
atoms that would float off on the wind.

He was the
Omega and Harry was the Alpha, he was the dark and Harry was

his light.
The yang to his yin, the peanut to his butter, the pea to his pod, the gray

to his earl,
the Sherlock to his Holmes, the core to his wand, the ...well, you

get the
picture. They *completed* each other.

When apart
they are mortals, subject to mortal things such as pain and joy,

love and
hate. When they are apart it felt like someone had taken an ice cream

scoop and
removed a part their heart, leaving an empty space that only fills when

they are
togr.

At night,
while the stars shine bright and the owls hunt and the moon caresses

their skin,
they met in secret. Stealing away from their boring, mundane human

lives,
quietly traveling the castles most secret of corridors to meet up with their

mate.
Joining together in rooms forgotten since the founders roamed the land.

Eyes
glowing, their lips caress each other gently. Plump pillow-y lips of cherry

and seashell
pink pressed together in a mesh as tongues gently come out of hiding

to explore.
It�s only during these rare, precious moments that they come to life,

becoming
their true selves.

They slowly
collapse backwards as legs and arms entwine, hips aligning and lips

desperately
plead for the other to never stop, never ever.

Draco trails
his hands down until they rest on the hips above him, fingers splayed

"'>across two
nice handfuls of ass, grasping and surging his hips up with a moan.

Stars begin
exploding in front of his eyes as Harry pushes back with his hips,

ripping his
lips away from Draco's to land on a smooth expanse of pale neck.

Cherry
against translucent skin as he begins to nibble and suck.

Draco wants
to scream because Harry's skin is so feverishly hot against his. But it

feels so
good, like he's melting and whatever is hiding underneath his icy exterior

wants to come
out and play. Every place where Harry's flesh touches his own feels

like it's
been scorched, branded forever. Burnt and healed at the same time. Their

movements
are becoming more frantic as clothing is ripped from feverish bodies,

desperate
for more skin contact.

He's
gasping, quick harsh pants that don�t bring nearly enough oxygen to his lungs.

Everything
is dizzy and he feels light headed, like he could slip right out of his skin

and not even
notice it. They're naked now, laying on a bed made of their own

destroyed
clothes and Harry'sls hls have planted themselves firmly into his arse as

they lift
his hips off the ground to get a better angle.

His ankles
rest loosely on bronzed shoulders and his back arches up so hard he

thinks it
might break. But none of that matters because Harry is pushing himself inside

him and as
he fills up like a wand to a cauldron he screams, thousands of multicolored

lights
exploding in front of his eyes as the first thrust creates a nebula.

The second
one has him racking his hands down Harry's back, drawing little rivers

of blood,
making Harry cry out and shove even harder, hip hitting hip with a jarring

smack. Draco
loves it when things between them go out of col, ll, loves how it

feels when
Harry forgets himself and gets lots in the sensations that only his body

provides
Harry with. The feel of skin against skin, sweat sticking them together as

the rasping
of their breath fills the room up, the smell of blood and cum prevailing

over the
dust.

Draco�s legs
are squeezing tightly on Harry�s waist and his hands are death locked on

his neck as
they lie on the ground together. Harry has dropped all of his weight onto

the petite
blonde, intent only on feeling that tight, silky warmth surround him.

Everything
else is fading away as they spiral downwards together, their skin starting

to glow as
they get closer to their ultimate goal. The room is growing hotter as their

magic starts
to leak. Opalescent sparks of glitter flickering around them like stars but

they�re
oblivious to everything except one another, to them nothing else exists.

Digging his
hands into locks of white blonde Harry jerks Draco�s head to the side,

baring a
smooth swan neck for him to sink his teeth into, which he does, quite hard.

The pain on
his neck and the pleasure in his ass and the liquid feeling under his skin

is the
ultimate high and Draco is on sensory overload, barely able to register his

surroundings
as the feelings in him begin to pool deep inside him, right on the bottom

of his
spine. Tightening and hardening and growing as he twitches and whimpers and

moans and
begs and whatever it takes as long as Harry doesn�t stop.

And as Harry
speeds his thrusting up and pulls Draco�s hair harder and bites his

neck even
deeper neither of them can take it anymore. One last hard push that

sends them
both flying into the abyss and their screaming each other�s names as

their magic
explodes around them in a haze of glowing power and for one shining

moment
everything around them is utterly fucking perfect, a utopian universe that

they�creacreated together, just the two of them, Harry is the sun and Draco is the

Moon. Their
skin glows translucent as they�re filled up to the brink with their magic,

glowing
shinny opal, their eyes the only color that stays the same.

Then the
moments over and the magic disappears, unnoticed still as the two forbidden

lovers
collapse together. Sticky and sweaty and tired and relaxed and content and

most of
important of all, together.

finis
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