Fire in Winter (H/D, dark, NC-17)
Title: Fire in Winter
Author: sesheta_66
Beta: winnett
Rating: NC-17
Warning: DARK (well, dark for me). Pretty much a PWP.
Word Count: ~ 1650
Pairing/Characters: Harry/Draco
Summary: The weight of Harry's guilt makes him a perfect target for Malfoy's desires.
Challenge: Written for melusinahp's prompt of "fire in winter".
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. They belong to JK Rowling and her publishers. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
Fire in Winter
"Fuck you, Potter!"
Harry grunted as his head smacked against the stone wall. This was more like it. He'd grown bored of their false civility since returning to school and had finally, finally managed to goad Malfoy into action. He smirked, and Malfoy shoved off, confusion warring with annoyance on his face.
"Bet you'd like that," Ron snarled as he positioned himself between Malfoy and Harry, folding his arms across his chest.
Malfoy lifted his chin and sneered. He looked from Ron to Harry, then grinned. Not taking his eyes from Harry, he said, "Hmm. Would I like to have Golden Boy here writhe beneath me while I pound him into the ground? Show him exactly who's in charge?" Malfoy's grin widened and his eyes flashed. "Have him gagging for it, begging me to fuck him again … and again … and again?" Harry's breath hitched. Malfoy's eyes swept over Harry's body before returning to look Ron straight in the eyes. "Fucking right I would."
Ron stood rooted to the spot, eyes wide and mouth open.
Malfoy laughed, winked at Harry, and strode off. Harry barely managed to restrain Ron when he finally regained power over his limbs and lunged towards Malfoy's retreating form.
***
Harry's head fell forward as he clenched his eyes shut. The scent of sweat and sex permeated the musty air. He focussed on the pain, the burning sensation as Malfoy thrust into him over and over again. Grateful for the hastily-conjured mattress between him and the classroom floor, Harry sucked in breath after breath as he adjusted. Not that Malfoy gave him time to adjust. He hadn't even bothered to prepare Harry, not really. He'd used barely enough lube to minimise his own discomfort and done little to prevent Harry's. He'd unceremoniously shoved two fingers into Harry's arse a few times, and that had been that. Then …
"Argh!" Harry yelled as a hand grasped his hair and yanked his head back.
"No closing your eyes, Potter," Malfoy snarled, barely slowing his ruthless pace. "I want you to be aware of everything that's happening to you." He slammed in hard while pulling Harry's head back again, then stopped. Harry's arse throbbed around the intrusion. It felt glorious.
Malfoy leaned in, brushing his smooth cheek against Harry's. A faint woodsy scent tickled Harry's nose. "In fact," he said in a soothing voice, one that sent a wave of dread rather than comfort through Harry's abused body. "Accio wand." Malfoy's wand flew into his hand and with a flourish, the wall in front of Harry swam as though under water, before turning into a floor-to-ceiling mirror.
"Oh, God," Harry moaned, seeing his own debauched figure, naked and on all fours, cock bouncing red and full despite his pain, with a still-clothed and smirking Malfoy behind him, balls-deep in Harry's arse, and a fist full of Harry's hair in his hand.
Malfoy laughed derisively. "Not God, Potter." He pulled out part way and slammed back in, earning a grunt from Harry. "Me." He slammed in again. "Malfoy." Again. His teeth sunk into Harry's shoulder. "Don't you forget it."
Harry squeezed his eyes shut only to have Malfoy snap his head back by the hair again. "You. Will. Watch." Each word was emphasised by a thrust.
Harry clenched his teeth, fighting his instincts, ignoring the voice in the back of his head that shouted No and grumbled something about humiliation. He watched. He watched his own face, a mixture of pleasure and pain. He couldn't deny his pleasure any more than he could understand it. The pain had been reduced to throbbing and burning now that his body had accepted the intrusion, but the lack of lube and the unyielding pounding Malfoy was inflicting on him hurt. But he deserved it. Each thrust reminded Harry how he'd never really paid for all of his stupid mistakes.
His parents. His fault. Cedric. His fault. Sirius. His fault. Dumbledore. His fault. Moody. Fred. Remus. Tonks. Colin. Snape. So many more. All. His. Fault.
He deserved everything Malfoy could give and more. He closed his eyes, guilt overwhelming him. His body ached and his insides burned. Burned like fire in winter, melting the icy core that bound his emotions and kept them in check. Through the pain he felt alive for the first time since ...
"No. Closing. Your. Eyes." Malfoy growled, once again pulling Harry's head back as he relentlessly abused Harry's arse. The slapping sound of flesh on flesh echoed in the deserted classroom. "Watch me," he said, a vicious glint in his eyes and malicious grin on his face.
Harry did. Merlin help him, he did. He watched Malfoy's smile, one of utmost triumph. There was nothing tender in it, nothing tender in his words, and certainly nothing tender in his movements.
Good. Harry didn't deserve tender. Didn't deserve anything more that this.
"Fuck!" he cried out when Malfoy's last thrust hit - fucking hell.
"Like that, do you?" Malfoy sneered. Fuck if that look didn't turn Harry on even more. What was wrong with him? "Want me to do that again?" Malfoy taunted, now no longer thrusting, but moving shallowly in and out.
Harry nodded frantically but refused to look at Malfoy. "Mm-hmm." His arse burned, but his cock throbbed, heavy and aching, in desperate need of release.
Malfoy laughed. Smug bastard. He held Harry's hips still and continued torturing him, moving enough to tease but not nearly enough to satisfy. "Come now, Harry, you can do better than that."
"Yes," Harry grunted, desperately pushing back on Malfoy's cock. "Again."
The fingers of one hand dug into Harry's hip as Malfoy snarled at Harry's reflection. With the other, he once again grabbed Harry's hair and pulled back. "Beg for it."
Harry glared at Malfoy in the mirror. "Fuck you."
Malfoy's fist tightened in his hair. Harry's eyes began to water. "Oh, I don't think so, Potter. I'm the one doing the fucking around here." He pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back in. Harry's face nearly hit the mirror. "Beg me."
Harry watched their reflections, watched as Malfoy continued to move shallowly in and out, achingly slowly. The words spilled forth before he could stop them. "Please," he growled. "Do it again." He swallowed dryly and held Malfoy's gaze. "Make me scream."
Malfoy's eyes widened briefly, the only sign since they'd arrived that he wasn't wholly confident about how this game of theirs would play out. In a flash the look vanished, replaced by one of feral need and determination.
Malfoy's cock drove harder, faster, and deeper into Harry, hitting Harry's prostate every few thrusts. Harry took it all and pushed back for more, desperate for release and unable to move his hands, the only things keeping him from slamming face first into the mirror.
All rhythm gone, Malfoy grasped Harry's hips and slammed in two, three, four more times. "Yes," Malfoy grunted. "Fuck. Yes."
Harry watched Malfoy's face transform from angry determination to blissful pain as he felt Malfoy's release fill him. Harry reached for his own aching prick. Three pulls and he screamed as his own orgasm erupted from his body. Streams of hot liquid spurted over his chest, the mirror, and the mattress. His vision faltered and he had a vague sensation of Malfoy's cock slipping from his body. He collapsed. He might never move again.
He was distantly aware of Malfoy casting a cleaning charm on himself, doing up his trousers, and straightening up. Harry made no effort to move.
"I could get used to this," Malfoy said.
Harry lifted his head up to cast a questioning look at Malfoy's reflection. He wasn't ready to face him directly just yet.
"Having you at my mercy," Malfoy clarified. "Begging for more." He laughed, a derisive, mocking sound. "I fucking own you, Potter." Malfoy's eyes flashed -- with anger, triumph, desire, or something else entirely, Harry couldn't tell. And right now, he didn't have the strength to ask.
Malfoy reached for the door, looking every bit as composed as he had when he'd arrived. He took one last look at Harry over his shoulder and smiled. "Oh, yes. I could definitely get used to this." A moment later he was gone.
Harry Accioed his wand. Before ending the spell, he looked once more in the mirror. Not a hair in place, soaked with sweat, covered in spunk, skin flushed, and with a hint of bruising already surfacing around his hips, Harry's reflection screamed debauched. He could still smell Malfoy all around him, could practically taste him, though their lips hadn't touched.
Harry sat back on his arse, winced, then curled in on himself. Arms wrapped around his legs, he rested his head on his knees and closed his eyes. Through all the pain and humiliation, he'd actually liked it. Fuck, he'd more than liked it. He'd never come so hard in his life. An involuntary shudder brought him back to the present.
Disgusted with himself, Harry stood and waved his wand, removing from the room all traces of what had just happened. He put his clothes back on, cringing as his muscles reminded him of exactly what he'd let Malfoy do to him. What Harry had begged him to do. There was no ridding himself of that memory.
He reached for the door, then turned back to face the room, an echo of Malfoy's movements from moments before. Harry remembered his parting words. He shuffled his feet, the ache reverberating deep inside him. He stepped out into the hall, took a deep breath and let out a resigned sigh.
"So could I, Malfoy." He ran his hand over his face. "So could I."
Author: sesheta_66
Beta: winnett
Rating: NC-17
Warning: DARK (well, dark for me). Pretty much a PWP.
Word Count: ~ 1650
Pairing/Characters: Harry/Draco
Summary: The weight of Harry's guilt makes him a perfect target for Malfoy's desires.
Challenge: Written for melusinahp's prompt of "fire in winter".
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. They belong to JK Rowling and her publishers. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
Fire in Winter
"Fuck you, Potter!"
Harry grunted as his head smacked against the stone wall. This was more like it. He'd grown bored of their false civility since returning to school and had finally, finally managed to goad Malfoy into action. He smirked, and Malfoy shoved off, confusion warring with annoyance on his face.
"Bet you'd like that," Ron snarled as he positioned himself between Malfoy and Harry, folding his arms across his chest.
Malfoy lifted his chin and sneered. He looked from Ron to Harry, then grinned. Not taking his eyes from Harry, he said, "Hmm. Would I like to have Golden Boy here writhe beneath me while I pound him into the ground? Show him exactly who's in charge?" Malfoy's grin widened and his eyes flashed. "Have him gagging for it, begging me to fuck him again … and again … and again?" Harry's breath hitched. Malfoy's eyes swept over Harry's body before returning to look Ron straight in the eyes. "Fucking right I would."
Ron stood rooted to the spot, eyes wide and mouth open.
Malfoy laughed, winked at Harry, and strode off. Harry barely managed to restrain Ron when he finally regained power over his limbs and lunged towards Malfoy's retreating form.
***
Harry's head fell forward as he clenched his eyes shut. The scent of sweat and sex permeated the musty air. He focussed on the pain, the burning sensation as Malfoy thrust into him over and over again. Grateful for the hastily-conjured mattress between him and the classroom floor, Harry sucked in breath after breath as he adjusted. Not that Malfoy gave him time to adjust. He hadn't even bothered to prepare Harry, not really. He'd used barely enough lube to minimise his own discomfort and done little to prevent Harry's. He'd unceremoniously shoved two fingers into Harry's arse a few times, and that had been that. Then …
"Argh!" Harry yelled as a hand grasped his hair and yanked his head back.
"No closing your eyes, Potter," Malfoy snarled, barely slowing his ruthless pace. "I want you to be aware of everything that's happening to you." He slammed in hard while pulling Harry's head back again, then stopped. Harry's arse throbbed around the intrusion. It felt glorious.
Malfoy leaned in, brushing his smooth cheek against Harry's. A faint woodsy scent tickled Harry's nose. "In fact," he said in a soothing voice, one that sent a wave of dread rather than comfort through Harry's abused body. "Accio wand." Malfoy's wand flew into his hand and with a flourish, the wall in front of Harry swam as though under water, before turning into a floor-to-ceiling mirror.
"Oh, God," Harry moaned, seeing his own debauched figure, naked and on all fours, cock bouncing red and full despite his pain, with a still-clothed and smirking Malfoy behind him, balls-deep in Harry's arse, and a fist full of Harry's hair in his hand.
Malfoy laughed derisively. "Not God, Potter." He pulled out part way and slammed back in, earning a grunt from Harry. "Me." He slammed in again. "Malfoy." Again. His teeth sunk into Harry's shoulder. "Don't you forget it."
Harry squeezed his eyes shut only to have Malfoy snap his head back by the hair again. "You. Will. Watch." Each word was emphasised by a thrust.
Harry clenched his teeth, fighting his instincts, ignoring the voice in the back of his head that shouted No and grumbled something about humiliation. He watched. He watched his own face, a mixture of pleasure and pain. He couldn't deny his pleasure any more than he could understand it. The pain had been reduced to throbbing and burning now that his body had accepted the intrusion, but the lack of lube and the unyielding pounding Malfoy was inflicting on him hurt. But he deserved it. Each thrust reminded Harry how he'd never really paid for all of his stupid mistakes.
His parents. His fault. Cedric. His fault. Sirius. His fault. Dumbledore. His fault. Moody. Fred. Remus. Tonks. Colin. Snape. So many more. All. His. Fault.
He deserved everything Malfoy could give and more. He closed his eyes, guilt overwhelming him. His body ached and his insides burned. Burned like fire in winter, melting the icy core that bound his emotions and kept them in check. Through the pain he felt alive for the first time since ...
"No. Closing. Your. Eyes." Malfoy growled, once again pulling Harry's head back as he relentlessly abused Harry's arse. The slapping sound of flesh on flesh echoed in the deserted classroom. "Watch me," he said, a vicious glint in his eyes and malicious grin on his face.
Harry did. Merlin help him, he did. He watched Malfoy's smile, one of utmost triumph. There was nothing tender in it, nothing tender in his words, and certainly nothing tender in his movements.
Good. Harry didn't deserve tender. Didn't deserve anything more that this.
"Fuck!" he cried out when Malfoy's last thrust hit - fucking hell.
"Like that, do you?" Malfoy sneered. Fuck if that look didn't turn Harry on even more. What was wrong with him? "Want me to do that again?" Malfoy taunted, now no longer thrusting, but moving shallowly in and out.
Harry nodded frantically but refused to look at Malfoy. "Mm-hmm." His arse burned, but his cock throbbed, heavy and aching, in desperate need of release.
Malfoy laughed. Smug bastard. He held Harry's hips still and continued torturing him, moving enough to tease but not nearly enough to satisfy. "Come now, Harry, you can do better than that."
"Yes," Harry grunted, desperately pushing back on Malfoy's cock. "Again."
The fingers of one hand dug into Harry's hip as Malfoy snarled at Harry's reflection. With the other, he once again grabbed Harry's hair and pulled back. "Beg for it."
Harry glared at Malfoy in the mirror. "Fuck you."
Malfoy's fist tightened in his hair. Harry's eyes began to water. "Oh, I don't think so, Potter. I'm the one doing the fucking around here." He pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back in. Harry's face nearly hit the mirror. "Beg me."
Harry watched their reflections, watched as Malfoy continued to move shallowly in and out, achingly slowly. The words spilled forth before he could stop them. "Please," he growled. "Do it again." He swallowed dryly and held Malfoy's gaze. "Make me scream."
Malfoy's eyes widened briefly, the only sign since they'd arrived that he wasn't wholly confident about how this game of theirs would play out. In a flash the look vanished, replaced by one of feral need and determination.
Malfoy's cock drove harder, faster, and deeper into Harry, hitting Harry's prostate every few thrusts. Harry took it all and pushed back for more, desperate for release and unable to move his hands, the only things keeping him from slamming face first into the mirror.
All rhythm gone, Malfoy grasped Harry's hips and slammed in two, three, four more times. "Yes," Malfoy grunted. "Fuck. Yes."
Harry watched Malfoy's face transform from angry determination to blissful pain as he felt Malfoy's release fill him. Harry reached for his own aching prick. Three pulls and he screamed as his own orgasm erupted from his body. Streams of hot liquid spurted over his chest, the mirror, and the mattress. His vision faltered and he had a vague sensation of Malfoy's cock slipping from his body. He collapsed. He might never move again.
He was distantly aware of Malfoy casting a cleaning charm on himself, doing up his trousers, and straightening up. Harry made no effort to move.
"I could get used to this," Malfoy said.
Harry lifted his head up to cast a questioning look at Malfoy's reflection. He wasn't ready to face him directly just yet.
"Having you at my mercy," Malfoy clarified. "Begging for more." He laughed, a derisive, mocking sound. "I fucking own you, Potter." Malfoy's eyes flashed -- with anger, triumph, desire, or something else entirely, Harry couldn't tell. And right now, he didn't have the strength to ask.
Malfoy reached for the door, looking every bit as composed as he had when he'd arrived. He took one last look at Harry over his shoulder and smiled. "Oh, yes. I could definitely get used to this." A moment later he was gone.
Harry Accioed his wand. Before ending the spell, he looked once more in the mirror. Not a hair in place, soaked with sweat, covered in spunk, skin flushed, and with a hint of bruising already surfacing around his hips, Harry's reflection screamed debauched. He could still smell Malfoy all around him, could practically taste him, though their lips hadn't touched.
Harry sat back on his arse, winced, then curled in on himself. Arms wrapped around his legs, he rested his head on his knees and closed his eyes. Through all the pain and humiliation, he'd actually liked it. Fuck, he'd more than liked it. He'd never come so hard in his life. An involuntary shudder brought him back to the present.
Disgusted with himself, Harry stood and waved his wand, removing from the room all traces of what had just happened. He put his clothes back on, cringing as his muscles reminded him of exactly what he'd let Malfoy do to him. What Harry had begged him to do. There was no ridding himself of that memory.
He reached for the door, then turned back to face the room, an echo of Malfoy's movements from moments before. Harry remembered his parting words. He shuffled his feet, the ache reverberating deep inside him. He stepped out into the hall, took a deep breath and let out a resigned sigh.
"So could I, Malfoy." He ran his hand over his face. "So could I."