Fic Rec: "Blue Lips" by ff_genesis
Title: Blue Lips
Author: ff_genesis
Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 8k words
Warnings: Slash relationship, strong profanity (excessive use of the f-bomb), drug use (alcohol), infidelity, religious discussion, sexual content, present tense and so much angst, so much angst, so much angst.
Summary: "I don't know what kind of fairytale you're living in, Potter, but this is the real world, this is adulthood. It's drinking a lot and marrying for reasons besides love and losing faith and being broke and looking for a job and doing things you hate and fucking up. I've accepted that, now do the same."
Why I loved this: The summary sold me on this fic and for all the faults that Draco has, one thing he does not hold back on is telling the truth as he sees it. He's still a little shit and trying to figure out what he wants to do with his life now that his options are limited because of his involvement in the war. He spars with Harry for the sake of being bored, but their heated debates about everything-- love, religion, and morals --are one of the reasons I really love this fic.
"Why are you sleeping around?" Potter asks.
Draco scowls into his whiskey. "Honestly? That's what you want to talk about? And you know, by telling me you know I've been sleeping around, you've also admitted to reading all the horrid gossip magazines that actually think that counts as high-quality news."
"It was buzzing around the office."
"Mmhm. Yeah."
"So, why?"
"Why do you even care?"
"I'm just curious. Anything cause it?"
"No."
"Do you particularly enjoy it?"
"It's sex for fuck's sake."
"I'll take that as a 'yes'."
"You do that."
"So that's it? You just do it cos you like sex?"
"What, are you looking for some depressing, emotional answer like 'sex fills a void in my soul'? 'I feel it's necessary because it reminds me of how far I've fallen'? 'I use sex instead of heroin or potions'? Merlin, Potter, what do you think I am?"
"I think you're a fucked-up mess, Malfoy."
"Why, thank you, Potter." Draco knocks back the entirety of his drink in one go.
"No-I mean-"
"Give it a rest, Potter." He flicks his cigarette in a nearby ashtray. "It doesn't matter."
"I just mean…"
"Shut up."
"Look, Malfoy-"
"Potter-"
"-You're going to get married to this bird you've known for a month, tops, and you haven't even slept with her yet-"
"-isn't that supposed to be a good thing in Christianity-"
"-and how are you supposed to know if she's got a gross foot disease or can't fake an orgasm-"
"-Why the hell would she need to fake an orgasm-"
"-and not only do you feel close to nothing for this woman, you're also gay-"
"-Shut up, Potter-"
"-and meanwhile you're fucking everything with a penis-"
"-Shut up-"
"-You're poor, you'll drink and smoke yourself to death-"
"-I'm fucking warning you, Potter-"
"You don't believe in anything, you still take orders from your mother, your father's in pr-"
"Shut the fuck up, Potter!"
There's a heavy silence and it feels like everyone in the bar is staring at Draco. He slams down a few pounds on the counter, not bothering to count if he needs change, and stomps out of the bar.
"Malfoy!"
Ignore him, Draco, ignore him, ignore him…
"Malfoy! Don't you fucking run away from me-"
Ignore him, ignore him, ignore him-
"FOR FUCK'S SAKE, MALFOY, GROW UP AND FUCKING ACCEPT YOUR PROBLEMS-"
"I HAVE GROWN UP!" Draco roars, whipping about to face Potter, who has stopped dead in his tracks in the middle of a cold, dark, empty street. "I don't know what kind of fairytale you're living in, Potter, but this is the real world, this is adulthood. It's drinking a lot and marrying for reasons besides love and losing faith and being broke and looking for a job and doing things you hate and fucking up. I've fucking accepted that, now you do the same."
Potter takes a step forward. "There's got to be more to it than that."
"Not for me. I'm branded, Potter. This is as good as it's going to get."
Potter shakes his head and smiles sadly, as though he knows something Draco doesn't, advancing all the while.
"Stop it," Draco commands. "Stop acting like you know everything. You don't know anything, Potter, up there on your pedestal with a family that loves you and people who give a bloody shit about you and your whole life fixed and planned and set-"
Potter grabs either side of his face and kisses him hard on the mouth. Draco can do nothing but stand there for a long, drawn-out moment, and then for some reason, he decides it's a good idea to kiss back. So he does.
Minutes later, and they're in Potter's flat. He lives alone, which doesn't surprise Draco. "Are you going to fuck me, Potter?" He whispers it as Potter's lips latch onto his neck, sucking and licking as he yanks down Draco's zipper. "Shove your cock up my arse?"
"No."
"The fuck-"
"I'm going to make love to you."
"Jesus-cut that fucking crap-"
"Shut up, Malfoy."
And then Potter is kissing him again, and Draco doesn't even try to stop him.
Author: ff_genesis
Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 8k words
Warnings: Slash relationship, strong profanity (excessive use of the f-bomb), drug use (alcohol), infidelity, religious discussion, sexual content, present tense and so much angst, so much angst, so much angst.
Summary: "I don't know what kind of fairytale you're living in, Potter, but this is the real world, this is adulthood. It's drinking a lot and marrying for reasons besides love and losing faith and being broke and looking for a job and doing things you hate and fucking up. I've accepted that, now do the same."
Why I loved this: The summary sold me on this fic and for all the faults that Draco has, one thing he does not hold back on is telling the truth as he sees it. He's still a little shit and trying to figure out what he wants to do with his life now that his options are limited because of his involvement in the war. He spars with Harry for the sake of being bored, but their heated debates about everything-- love, religion, and morals --are one of the reasons I really love this fic.
"Why are you sleeping around?" Potter asks.
Draco scowls into his whiskey. "Honestly? That's what you want to talk about? And you know, by telling me you know I've been sleeping around, you've also admitted to reading all the horrid gossip magazines that actually think that counts as high-quality news."
"It was buzzing around the office."
"Mmhm. Yeah."
"So, why?"
"Why do you even care?"
"I'm just curious. Anything cause it?"
"No."
"Do you particularly enjoy it?"
"It's sex for fuck's sake."
"I'll take that as a 'yes'."
"You do that."
"So that's it? You just do it cos you like sex?"
"What, are you looking for some depressing, emotional answer like 'sex fills a void in my soul'? 'I feel it's necessary because it reminds me of how far I've fallen'? 'I use sex instead of heroin or potions'? Merlin, Potter, what do you think I am?"
"I think you're a fucked-up mess, Malfoy."
"Why, thank you, Potter." Draco knocks back the entirety of his drink in one go.
"No-I mean-"
"Give it a rest, Potter." He flicks his cigarette in a nearby ashtray. "It doesn't matter."
"I just mean…"
"Shut up."
"Look, Malfoy-"
"Potter-"
"-You're going to get married to this bird you've known for a month, tops, and you haven't even slept with her yet-"
"-isn't that supposed to be a good thing in Christianity-"
"-and how are you supposed to know if she's got a gross foot disease or can't fake an orgasm-"
"-Why the hell would she need to fake an orgasm-"
"-and not only do you feel close to nothing for this woman, you're also gay-"
"-Shut up, Potter-"
"-and meanwhile you're fucking everything with a penis-"
"-Shut up-"
"-You're poor, you'll drink and smoke yourself to death-"
"-I'm fucking warning you, Potter-"
"You don't believe in anything, you still take orders from your mother, your father's in pr-"
"Shut the fuck up, Potter!"
There's a heavy silence and it feels like everyone in the bar is staring at Draco. He slams down a few pounds on the counter, not bothering to count if he needs change, and stomps out of the bar.
"Malfoy!"
Ignore him, Draco, ignore him, ignore him…
"Malfoy! Don't you fucking run away from me-"
Ignore him, ignore him, ignore him-
"FOR FUCK'S SAKE, MALFOY, GROW UP AND FUCKING ACCEPT YOUR PROBLEMS-"
"I HAVE GROWN UP!" Draco roars, whipping about to face Potter, who has stopped dead in his tracks in the middle of a cold, dark, empty street. "I don't know what kind of fairytale you're living in, Potter, but this is the real world, this is adulthood. It's drinking a lot and marrying for reasons besides love and losing faith and being broke and looking for a job and doing things you hate and fucking up. I've fucking accepted that, now you do the same."
Potter takes a step forward. "There's got to be more to it than that."
"Not for me. I'm branded, Potter. This is as good as it's going to get."
Potter shakes his head and smiles sadly, as though he knows something Draco doesn't, advancing all the while.
"Stop it," Draco commands. "Stop acting like you know everything. You don't know anything, Potter, up there on your pedestal with a family that loves you and people who give a bloody shit about you and your whole life fixed and planned and set-"
Potter grabs either side of his face and kisses him hard on the mouth. Draco can do nothing but stand there for a long, drawn-out moment, and then for some reason, he decides it's a good idea to kiss back. So he does.
Minutes later, and they're in Potter's flat. He lives alone, which doesn't surprise Draco. "Are you going to fuck me, Potter?" He whispers it as Potter's lips latch onto his neck, sucking and licking as he yanks down Draco's zipper. "Shove your cock up my arse?"
"No."
"The fuck-"
"I'm going to make love to you."
"Jesus-cut that fucking crap-"
"Shut up, Malfoy."
And then Potter is kissing him again, and Draco doesn't even try to stop him.