Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Fu Inle ❯ ch.12 ( Chapter 12 )

Fu Inle ch.12

Don't own, Warnings were earlier, but this chapter contains graphic sexual content. And, by graphic, I mean explicitly written out for roughly two pages. That's why the update took so long. That and the ninjas. If you wish to hear of the ninjas, let me know. I'll fill you in. Please feel free to skip the smut if it bothers you. Any must-have information will be put as a less graphic “In the previous chapter” summary in 13. Since I wanted 13 posted at the same time, it just added to the update time…sorry about all that.

Thanks to all of my readers! I just wish you would give me a comment now and then….-hint-

 

“Tell me, what makes you nervous?”

“It doesn't matter.”

Harry pulls off his shirt and undoes the zipper on his jeans. The bulge becomes horribly obvious.

Draco bolts upright, his heart races. “What are you doing?”

“Catching you in a lie.” He gently pushes the blond back down. “Now, will you answer the question, or will I have to scare you repeatedly to find out?”

Draco simply glares.

“Ah, so you're going with `scare repeatedly'. Good choice.” He kisses Draco, gentle and sweet. His hands are busy. One pulls open a drawer on the end table. The other goes under Draco's shirt.

Those calloused hand are so different from his father's. His Touches are gentle, exploratory. Just feeling his chest, his stomach. Fingers tracing a line from his collarbone to his navel.

“Tell me, how do you feel about me?”

Draco blushes and says simply, “No.”

“Please? Or do I have to rape you?”

The blush quickly pales. “Get off of me.”

Something is thrown backwards. Harry pins his hands above his head in one fluid movement. Both hands turn to one. Draco struggles, but Harry uses his strength to his advantage. He kisses Draco again, still as soft as before, then starts to pull his formal rival's pants off.

Draco pauses and falls back. “Stop…” His eyes are shut as he shakes his head.

He whispers into his ear, “Please, tell me.” He kisses up the blond's throat. He slides off the jeans with his free hand.

“I don't know.”

“That's alright. At least it's not an “I hate you”. I can wait. It's just…I want you.” That breath, so hot, blows into his ear.

“No…” He nearly breaks free with this attempt.

Harry lets out an annoyed sigh. He frees his captive. “You know that I wouldn't hurt you.”

There is a long silence before Harry abandons his position and sits on the patch of mattress, along with wrinkled sheets and something fluorescent violet, at Draco's feet.

“Why?” Draco's voice breaks the quiet. He sits with his back to the headboard.

“Why what?” Harry asks, pushing his glasses back up his nose.

“Why would you want this?” His tone is disgusted. It's like eating an apple someone else has bitten into.

“Because you needed me, and I ignored you.”

“So. You couldn't have done anything. Despite popular opinion, you aren't all powerful. Besides, guilt isn't a good reason.”

“It's not all guilt. It started out that way, but there were some things I remembered from back at school. You're right, maybe the houses are different, and I don't know how they handle things with the snakes. The thing that bothered me is how you could seem that normal. All of you, you never let anyone have the advantage. You never broke the ruse. You aren't afraid to see people as human, and judge them for their flaws. Given, it's annoying most of the time, but…You are being honest in the middle of a lie. You adapt according to what is needed. It's a refreshing change from most of us.” He smiles. “You're a better person than you think.”

Draco blushes, the pale pink high on his cheeks. “Are you done with…whatever the hell that was?”

“I guess. Can I ask you another question? Why do you speak French?”

“Tradition. It's about embracing the heritage of our family. Being bilingual also helps when you travel, or when the ministry is looking to employ someone. The help always spoke it, and so did father. I just picked it up and kept it.” He lies back, staring at the ceiling once again.

“Alright. How did you know how the television worked?”

“Honestly, how far do you think I would have gotten if I wouldn't have learned to live like a muggle? The dark lord never liked them, and didn't like to waste resources watching them.”

“Draco?”

“Yes?”

“Why won't you answer the other questions? “

“Nothing can be done about the past.”

“Then why won't you let me do anything? I don't want you to panic every time I get too close.”

“It doesn't matter.” He shakes his head.

“Then, I'm going to have sex with you.”

Draco continues to stare at the ceiling in shocked silence. I don't know if I can do this.

“This is sort of embarrassing, so bear with me.” The springs creak as he changes position.

“Why the hell would you be” He rises onto his elbows and sees Harry kneeling at the foot of the bed.

Harry's hands are shaking as he tries to squirt the contents of a brightly colored bottle onto his hand. He slowly lets out a deep breath before reaching behind himself. He closes his eyes. After a moment, he gives his fingers more of the slick substance to work with. He mutters, “I can do this.”

We can't! He's insane; he doesn't know what he's doing. Draco moves back just a bit.

“I swear, if you even think about leaving now, I will make you wish that you had never been saved.” Those green eyes bore into his. He closes the gap again, claiming those lips. He slips down Draco's underwear. His right hand strokes the blond just enough to make him so hard. “Here” Breaking contact, he shoves a pillow under Draco's shoulders. He changes his position, squatting over the blond's waiting erection.

“Stop. There's no way you're ready from that. “He bolts upright again.

“Please…”

“If I can't talk you out of it, just let me make this easier, alright? “He's a fool.

“Fine. What do you want me to do?”

“Give me that stuff.” As Harry complies, Draco eyes the label suspiciously. I'll ask about that later. He clicks open the cap and squirts some onto his fingers just as Harry did. His hand travels to Harry's buttocks. The slick digits brush past his hole first, eliciting a gasp. Slowly, Draco's finger enters him. The blonde claims his lips once more. Harry squirms as it moves inside him. Slow kisses move down his throat as finger number two enters the picture. He moans just a little and Draco moves so slowly. In and out. Beckoning. Searching.

“Ah!” Harry cries out. “Stop!”

Draco stops, slipping out easily. Harry pushes him onto his back. “You'll regret this…” Draco sighs.

“I don't care. Now.” One hand ensures the throbbing, waiting, attention-craving penis is in position. He squats over it again, inching forward on his knees. He suddenly drops his body. After just an instant of friction, Draco is completely inside him.

So hot, so tight, it's a miracle Draco resists the urge to move.

Harry's nails dig into his shoulders. He whimpers.

I knew it. Now he'll regret this ever happened. The overwhelming sensation is impossible to ignore. Draco bites his lip. I can't be enjoying this, it's not right.

“Fuck…” Harry pants. Every muscle is tense. Those green eyes are squeezed shut with a barely there grimace.

`'How bad are you?” He speaks so quietly. I can't be responsible for this. I won't be like that. Lust clouds his mind only to be quashed by concern.

“I'll be fine.” He's still tense all over, but at least the expression has faded.

“Relax, or at least try to. Please...” I'm like him. I'll hurt people just to feel this.

He breathes out slowly. His shoulders drop just a little. “I didn't think it would be… “He trails off.

“That bad?” Draco sits up and kisses him. I can distract him, just a little. One hand is buried into the dark hair. His usual deep slow slurping kiss is met by Harry's passionate one. When he pulls away, he whispers, “We can stop.” I have to give him the chance. Even if I don't want to, I have to. Otherwise…

Harry's breathing becomes gentler and he shakes his head. “I'm fine. Just let me…”

“I know. Don't worry about it.”It would be so easy to hurt him. I could push him back next time, take control. Show him. But…I can't.

Harry rocks forwards, then back. He repeats his actions in a slow rhythm, pausing with every backward motion. His hands clutch at the sheets. Every breath is accented by a small sound.

Draco lets his fingers trail feather-lightly up Harry's thigh. The rhythm threatens to take over everything.

He pulls on Harry lightly, and is rewarded with a moan. Each stroke matches the brunette's pace.

“Harder…” Harry wraps his hand around Draco's, guiding him.

The blonde quickly complies. The sweet friction from Harry's every move makes Draco's head spin. He holds Harry in a one armed embrace, kissing everyplace he can reach. He does everything to Harry that he would ever want and more. Everything with a purpose.

Harry pauses for half an instant. Everything tenses as he comes, his back arches, Draco the only movement in the frozen world. The mess splatters across the blond's stomach, his chest. When Harry lets out a low moan, he is clutched close in a crushing embrace. Draco whispers softly, “I'm sorry.”, as he comes in the still hopelessly panting Gryffindor. The wave of ecstasy envelops him, then slowly ebbs away, lingering a moment longer on the part of himself still embedded in his former enemy. His grip lessens as he falls back onto the bed. Harry un-impales himself and follows suit, collapsing towards the foot of the bed.

Sweaty, tired, and dirty, Draco shuts his eyes. His racing heart starts to slow, seconds turn to minutes. He fights off sleep as he regains control over his body. He changes to a seated position, his back to the headboard. The mess across his skin begs to be wiped away. He stares at Harry. The brunette's knees are up and apart, showing a slightly amused Draco everything. Again the bottle catches his eye. Once more he grabs it, this time reading the bottle aloud. “Greasy Git Lube. Perfect for the times when you're in a tight spot, or need a bit of help making a good entrance.” Such a perverted sense of humor. He chuckles lightly before the three W's on the label's corner catch his eye.

“Do not tell me you got this from the Weasleys.”

Harry remains motionless, but huffs at the question.

“What the hell!? They sell horrible joke products! How did you know this wouldn't…” He trails off, leaving many things to the imagination.

“It wasn't in THAT part of the store.”

“So! All of their stuff's experimental. How did you know that we weren't going to get horrible hives or something?”

Harry shrugs. “They personally test everything before they sell it.”

Draco gapes at those words, things settling in very quickly. “Say that again.”

Harry lazily, reluctantly sits up. “I said, they…personally…test …?” He thinks it over. “No. I mean…”

“Wonderful mental image, isn't it?”

“But they're brothers…”

“I realize that.” The words have the old Malfoy tone of sarcasm and wit.

“Ugh…I hate you now.” The words are said lightly, jokingly, with a hint of laughter.

Silence overwhelms everything all too quickly.

“I wouldn't blame you.” The words hold none of the playful tone of before.

“You really have no clue, do you?”

“About what?”

“Anything. Everything.” Harry states, plainly, accenting the thought of everything with a wave. “You apologized. Did you realize that? I don't want to know why…And if I did, you wouldn't tell me.”