Poison
Title: Poison
Authorl: wizzardess
Genre: Slash
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Category: Dark/angst/romance/PWP/Songfic
Summary: Always the same. Always. I feel the hard brick wall pressing into my flesh leaving terrible marks I'll have to disguise as quidditch bruises. He holds my wrists against the cold hardness. If I were braver I would stand up. I wouldn't be subjected to this kind of treatment. Always so rough. Sometimes it's as if he doesn't have an ounce of gentleness in him. He's not sweet and he by far will never whisper the three words I've longed to hear for as long as I've known the boy.
Disclaimer: I do not own/know/claim to anything with these characters.
Warnings: nope
Author's Notes: The song used was by Alice Cooper. It's called Poison. Beta'd by the loveryly creativitys_end
Archived: Fanfiction.net as FairyJay + Adultfanfiction.net as Freakgirl.
Feedback: Yes please!
Credit: dreambastion made icon for ladyvader who gave me permission to use it.
Your cruel device
Your blood like ice
Always the same. Always. I feel the hard brick wall pressing into my flesh, leaving terrible marks I'll have to disguise as Quidditch bruises. He holds my wrists against the cold hardness. If I were braver, I would stand up. I wouldn't be subjected to this kind of treatment. Always so rough. Sometimes it's as if he doesn't have an ounce of gentleness in him. He's not sweet and he, by far, will never whisper the three words I’ve longed to hear for as long as I've known the boy.
One look could kill
Across the great hall, I feel his eyes on me. They’re burning into my soul and reading every thought in my head, similar to the sorting hat, carving their essence on my skin. One look from him and I can almost feel the actual lightening rays they emit, like burning daggers piercing straight through my heart. He almost makes me feel ashamed. I can't look into his eyes. I wouldn't dare it. Never. I can't face those emeralds. Cold and uncaring, or are they? I'm afraid that if I do look into them I would be killed in an instant. Or worse, I would see exactly how much he didn't care for me. He never shows me he cares. Our next meeting is after lunch. I shouldn't show up. I know I will. I always do. It's always the same.
My pain your thrill
Same darkened corridor. Same growling into my neck as he marks his territory. I will never pull away. I cry out as he abuses my already tattered and torn body. His nasty smile always gets me hotter for some absurd reason. It shouldn't have that effect on me, but it does. It's the same when he catches the snitch at the end of a game, that blasted sinister smirk painted across an innocent, angelic face. He always scrapes his fingernails against my pale chest. It hurts but I say nothing. I whimper and whisper his name into the darkness. The grin reappears, so evil, so demonic, yet so lovely. His lips are lovely. So harshly he bites my adams apple. Draws blood. Like always.
I wanna love you but I better not touch don't touch
I try to reciprocate. Only once. My mistake is immediately disciplined. He clutches the hand that had softly tangled its fingers into his hair and slams it into the wall above my head, almost breaking my wrist. Tears dampen my eyes. I start to whisper that I am sorry, and he cuts me off by smacking me and hissing for me to shut up. I stand still, never moving an inch, too afraid of him hurting me worse. I let my arms lay limply at my sides as he does what he pleases. I want so badly to caress his smooth cheek.
Don't touch
I wanna hold you but my senses tell me to stop
I asked him once about our relationship. He ignored me. Spat at me. Then walked away casually, as if I’d never said a word. I want to hold him close to me as he makes me writhe and scream his name in the throes of orgasm. He's never let me show my love for him. He's never let me give him pleasure. Only him giving it to me. Maybe that's why I put up with the aggressiveness. Maybe that's why I let him do whatever to me. Maybe the reason I let him torture me so mercilessly is because he makes me cum so hard afterwards.
I wanna kiss you but I want it too much
We've never kissed. Even now, as I'm being thrown against the wall numerous times, he never kisses me. He sucks my neck dry of all its feeling, but refuses to even bring his lips near to mine. I try to kiss him. Again, only once. He grabs the sides of my head and hammers it backwards into the wall with a sickening crunch. I see little black dots and my knees weaken. I feel I might slide straight to the floor in an unconscious daze, but he holds me up. He presses his toned thigh in-between my legs, holding me steadily upright. God, I love him.
I wanna taste you but your lips are venomous poison you're poison runnin through my veins your poison I don't wanna break these chains
Luckily, today in Potions, we were paired off together. I leaned over while he was pouring powdered dragon scales in, and whispered to him. I whispered that I loved him. He fucked up the potion. I didn't know what that meant. He was shocked, furious, or happy that I had made such a proclamation. I'm finding out now. We never talk during our meetings, or afterwards for that matter. He mumbles something against my shoulder. I struggle enough to push him away and timidly ask what he said.
"You dumb fuck" he replies. I take that as a not-so-happy feeling about my assertion. I start with the apologies. He silences and stuns me at the same time, not by slamming my head against the wall or slapping me with a callused hand, but by pressing his smooth lips against my own.
Your mouth so hot, your will I'm caught
He tenderly, oh-so-tenderly, traces my lower lip with his tongue. I don’t know how to respond. I am too scared to kiss back, and too scared to push him away and ask what he is doing. He pulls away, getting my reaction. Is that fear I see in his eyes? I force my mouth to open and say something…anything.
"I…you…why?" He shrugs and avoid my eyes.
"Why, yourself?" I don’t have an answer. I just do it. There are no motives behind me telling him I love him. That is just the truth and it needed to be said. He leaves his palms flat against the wall on either side of my head. I have so many questions floating around in my head but none seem to want to hop out of my mouth willingly. I'm guessing I look like a fish out of water to him. My mouth opening and closing without any words forming on my lips. He returns his eyes to lock with mine. I don't know why, but I start crying. I try to push past him and walk away, but I am frozen to my spot. He holds me, trapped like a caged animal in his blazing eyes. The tears flow down my cheeks, and I silently curse myself for being so weak and pathetic.
I want to hit him. He doesn’t comment on my tears, he just stands there. Prick. I blink several times trying to stop the tear shed, but it’s futile. They won’t stop. I realize I’m breathing, and take a few labored breaths.
"Draco…," he whispers. He lifts his hand from the wall to my face, wiping my tears. This isn’t right. This isn't how it's supposed to go. This isn't what we do. This is wrong. I can’t stand not being abused by him; I push his hand away.
"Don't," I grit my teeth and push him farther back. "What's wrong with you?! Why…" I can’t take it anymore I fall to my knees in front of him and seize him around his waist. I clutch him as if I were holding on for dear life. I push my face into his taut stomach, sobbing with everything I have. The next thing I know, he’s on the floor wrapping, his arms around me. He leans me back onto the cold floor. I’m still crying, although not as hard, as he positions himself above me.
"I'm sorry," he whispers into my ear. He licks his way from my ear to the hollow of my neck. I’m still resistant; this isn't real. He's playing with me. There's madness behind this. He's gone mental. I seem to be oblivious to everything that’s happening. All I can perceive is the softest hands known to the human race, lovingly dancing about my heaving chest.
"Draco, please don't just lie there." He holds down my head, concealing my lips under his. This time when his tongue slides across my lips, I tackle it with my own tongue. I’m not sure of what I’m doing; I’ve only kissed one other person. I've been with Harry since second year when our hormones kicked in and never strayed. I don't think he knows what he’s doing either, though I’m not sure if he’s ever tapped the mud blood or not.
//This isn't the time to think about this.\\ I warn myself as my hands creep up, under his robes. He shrugs the garment off of his shoulders, and surprisingly doesn’t have any clothing underneath. I don’t notice him starting to remove my clothing magically; I don’t notice anything. I’m too busy trying not to cum just from the sight of his naked form above mine.
Your skin so wet
Black lace on sweat
All he leaves on me are my black silk boxers. They are clinging to my body in ways I didn’t know were possible due to the sweat both our bodies are creating. He runs his fingers down my sides, tickling my flesh. He laces his fingers in the hem of my boxers and removes them manually. He sits back on his heels in between my legs, hovering above me eyeing my naked limbs. I shift uncomfortably under his scorching eyes.
"You're beautiful. I never noticed…how truly remarkable your body is. I've neglected you." His eyes gloss over, and he lays his body against mine, kissing my neck, face, ears, chest. Anywhere he can get his desperate lips. He keeps kissing me until he lifts his head, and his green eyes bore into my stormy watery ones.
"I'm sorry…so sorry…" It’s not more than a faint whisper leaving his lips, and he bends forward, giving me the sweetest, most softest kiss anyone could ever get. It takes all my willpower to not fall apart in his arms, here and now. If I would have died when his lips met mine I would have died in the most excellent way anybody could die. Nothing could have been sweeter. Nothing. Throughout Heaven, Hell and earth, you can hear my heart singing. It feels as if an angel is kissing me. A fallen angel, my fallen angel, sent to earth to be with me for all eternity.
I hear you callin and its needles and pins
I wanna hurt you just to hear you screamin my name
"Draco!" I jump as Harry calls out my name across the length of the Quidditch pitch. I was about to take flight as he comes running up to me.
"Hm?"
"I…well, I was just wondering, about…about last night. I, you said you'd be there…"
"I got caught up. I'll be there tonight." I bend forward, pressing my lips against his. I pull away and take off into the air, soaring over the clouds. I can scarcely hear him yelling my name in the distant. It’s not as if I meant to leave him stranded last night. I swear. *Smirk*
Don't wanna touch you but you're under my skin
It's my turn to throw him against the wall as I press my knee in-between his legs and rub it up and down on his growing package. I teasingly trace my fingers upon his lips. I lock eyes with him, searching the deep pools and finding lust mixed with love. This is why I love him. It never gets old gazing into his tourmaline diamonds and finding the same things over and over.
I wanna kiss you but your lips are venomous poison
"I love you…" I hear him whisper under his breath as I enter him. This is the first time I’ve ever been allowed permission to be inside of him. He’s terrified; I can sense it. I don’t really know what I’m doing, but I go on instinct. I gasp when he pushes his hips up into me, sending me deep within his regions. My lips tremble as I softly brush them against his. I slowly start rotating my hips in circles.
"I love you too…" Our eyes meet in an intense pull as I speed up the pace. All too soon I feel the tingling sensation creeping up my legs and into my abdomen. I feel my balls tighten, and I slide my arm underneath his neck, cradling his head. I nestle my face in his neck, inhaling deeply, concentrating on nothing but the immense pleasure I’m feeling right now. I hear my name tumble off his lips, and I know that he’s cumming with me. I latch my mouth onto his neck and bite down as we both let go of everything around us. The only knowledgeable thought in my brain is how much I care for the person underneath me.
"Never leave me?" He whispers after our climaxes subside.
"You're in my blood Harry. You're a part of me. I love you. I wouldn't leave you ever…even if my life depended on it." I lean back and our eyes met again, both a little hazy and watery. I kiss him, a deep, passion-filled kiss that could shake the earth.
You're poison runnin through my veins
You're poison
I don't wanna break these chain
~Fin~
-- Jay
x-posted
Authorl: wizzardess
Genre: Slash
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Category: Dark/angst/romance/PWP/Songfic
Summary: Always the same. Always. I feel the hard brick wall pressing into my flesh leaving terrible marks I'll have to disguise as quidditch bruises. He holds my wrists against the cold hardness. If I were braver I would stand up. I wouldn't be subjected to this kind of treatment. Always so rough. Sometimes it's as if he doesn't have an ounce of gentleness in him. He's not sweet and he by far will never whisper the three words I've longed to hear for as long as I've known the boy.
Disclaimer: I do not own/know/claim to anything with these characters.
Warnings: nope
Author's Notes: The song used was by Alice Cooper. It's called Poison. Beta'd by the loveryly creativitys_end
Archived: Fanfiction.net as FairyJay + Adultfanfiction.net as Freakgirl.
Feedback: Yes please!
Credit: dreambastion made icon for ladyvader who gave me permission to use it.
Your cruel device
Your blood like ice
Always the same. Always. I feel the hard brick wall pressing into my flesh, leaving terrible marks I'll have to disguise as Quidditch bruises. He holds my wrists against the cold hardness. If I were braver, I would stand up. I wouldn't be subjected to this kind of treatment. Always so rough. Sometimes it's as if he doesn't have an ounce of gentleness in him. He's not sweet and he, by far, will never whisper the three words I’ve longed to hear for as long as I've known the boy.
One look could kill
Across the great hall, I feel his eyes on me. They’re burning into my soul and reading every thought in my head, similar to the sorting hat, carving their essence on my skin. One look from him and I can almost feel the actual lightening rays they emit, like burning daggers piercing straight through my heart. He almost makes me feel ashamed. I can't look into his eyes. I wouldn't dare it. Never. I can't face those emeralds. Cold and uncaring, or are they? I'm afraid that if I do look into them I would be killed in an instant. Or worse, I would see exactly how much he didn't care for me. He never shows me he cares. Our next meeting is after lunch. I shouldn't show up. I know I will. I always do. It's always the same.
My pain your thrill
Same darkened corridor. Same growling into my neck as he marks his territory. I will never pull away. I cry out as he abuses my already tattered and torn body. His nasty smile always gets me hotter for some absurd reason. It shouldn't have that effect on me, but it does. It's the same when he catches the snitch at the end of a game, that blasted sinister smirk painted across an innocent, angelic face. He always scrapes his fingernails against my pale chest. It hurts but I say nothing. I whimper and whisper his name into the darkness. The grin reappears, so evil, so demonic, yet so lovely. His lips are lovely. So harshly he bites my adams apple. Draws blood. Like always.
I wanna love you but I better not touch don't touch
I try to reciprocate. Only once. My mistake is immediately disciplined. He clutches the hand that had softly tangled its fingers into his hair and slams it into the wall above my head, almost breaking my wrist. Tears dampen my eyes. I start to whisper that I am sorry, and he cuts me off by smacking me and hissing for me to shut up. I stand still, never moving an inch, too afraid of him hurting me worse. I let my arms lay limply at my sides as he does what he pleases. I want so badly to caress his smooth cheek.
Don't touch
I wanna hold you but my senses tell me to stop
I asked him once about our relationship. He ignored me. Spat at me. Then walked away casually, as if I’d never said a word. I want to hold him close to me as he makes me writhe and scream his name in the throes of orgasm. He's never let me show my love for him. He's never let me give him pleasure. Only him giving it to me. Maybe that's why I put up with the aggressiveness. Maybe that's why I let him do whatever to me. Maybe the reason I let him torture me so mercilessly is because he makes me cum so hard afterwards.
I wanna kiss you but I want it too much
We've never kissed. Even now, as I'm being thrown against the wall numerous times, he never kisses me. He sucks my neck dry of all its feeling, but refuses to even bring his lips near to mine. I try to kiss him. Again, only once. He grabs the sides of my head and hammers it backwards into the wall with a sickening crunch. I see little black dots and my knees weaken. I feel I might slide straight to the floor in an unconscious daze, but he holds me up. He presses his toned thigh in-between my legs, holding me steadily upright. God, I love him.
I wanna taste you but your lips are venomous poison you're poison runnin through my veins your poison I don't wanna break these chains
Luckily, today in Potions, we were paired off together. I leaned over while he was pouring powdered dragon scales in, and whispered to him. I whispered that I loved him. He fucked up the potion. I didn't know what that meant. He was shocked, furious, or happy that I had made such a proclamation. I'm finding out now. We never talk during our meetings, or afterwards for that matter. He mumbles something against my shoulder. I struggle enough to push him away and timidly ask what he said.
"You dumb fuck" he replies. I take that as a not-so-happy feeling about my assertion. I start with the apologies. He silences and stuns me at the same time, not by slamming my head against the wall or slapping me with a callused hand, but by pressing his smooth lips against my own.
Your mouth so hot, your will I'm caught
He tenderly, oh-so-tenderly, traces my lower lip with his tongue. I don’t know how to respond. I am too scared to kiss back, and too scared to push him away and ask what he is doing. He pulls away, getting my reaction. Is that fear I see in his eyes? I force my mouth to open and say something…anything.
"I…you…why?" He shrugs and avoid my eyes.
"Why, yourself?" I don’t have an answer. I just do it. There are no motives behind me telling him I love him. That is just the truth and it needed to be said. He leaves his palms flat against the wall on either side of my head. I have so many questions floating around in my head but none seem to want to hop out of my mouth willingly. I'm guessing I look like a fish out of water to him. My mouth opening and closing without any words forming on my lips. He returns his eyes to lock with mine. I don't know why, but I start crying. I try to push past him and walk away, but I am frozen to my spot. He holds me, trapped like a caged animal in his blazing eyes. The tears flow down my cheeks, and I silently curse myself for being so weak and pathetic.
I want to hit him. He doesn’t comment on my tears, he just stands there. Prick. I blink several times trying to stop the tear shed, but it’s futile. They won’t stop. I realize I’m breathing, and take a few labored breaths.
"Draco…," he whispers. He lifts his hand from the wall to my face, wiping my tears. This isn’t right. This isn't how it's supposed to go. This isn't what we do. This is wrong. I can’t stand not being abused by him; I push his hand away.
"Don't," I grit my teeth and push him farther back. "What's wrong with you?! Why…" I can’t take it anymore I fall to my knees in front of him and seize him around his waist. I clutch him as if I were holding on for dear life. I push my face into his taut stomach, sobbing with everything I have. The next thing I know, he’s on the floor wrapping, his arms around me. He leans me back onto the cold floor. I’m still crying, although not as hard, as he positions himself above me.
"I'm sorry," he whispers into my ear. He licks his way from my ear to the hollow of my neck. I’m still resistant; this isn't real. He's playing with me. There's madness behind this. He's gone mental. I seem to be oblivious to everything that’s happening. All I can perceive is the softest hands known to the human race, lovingly dancing about my heaving chest.
"Draco, please don't just lie there." He holds down my head, concealing my lips under his. This time when his tongue slides across my lips, I tackle it with my own tongue. I’m not sure of what I’m doing; I’ve only kissed one other person. I've been with Harry since second year when our hormones kicked in and never strayed. I don't think he knows what he’s doing either, though I’m not sure if he’s ever tapped the mud blood or not.
//This isn't the time to think about this.\\ I warn myself as my hands creep up, under his robes. He shrugs the garment off of his shoulders, and surprisingly doesn’t have any clothing underneath. I don’t notice him starting to remove my clothing magically; I don’t notice anything. I’m too busy trying not to cum just from the sight of his naked form above mine.
Your skin so wet
Black lace on sweat
All he leaves on me are my black silk boxers. They are clinging to my body in ways I didn’t know were possible due to the sweat both our bodies are creating. He runs his fingers down my sides, tickling my flesh. He laces his fingers in the hem of my boxers and removes them manually. He sits back on his heels in between my legs, hovering above me eyeing my naked limbs. I shift uncomfortably under his scorching eyes.
"You're beautiful. I never noticed…how truly remarkable your body is. I've neglected you." His eyes gloss over, and he lays his body against mine, kissing my neck, face, ears, chest. Anywhere he can get his desperate lips. He keeps kissing me until he lifts his head, and his green eyes bore into my stormy watery ones.
"I'm sorry…so sorry…" It’s not more than a faint whisper leaving his lips, and he bends forward, giving me the sweetest, most softest kiss anyone could ever get. It takes all my willpower to not fall apart in his arms, here and now. If I would have died when his lips met mine I would have died in the most excellent way anybody could die. Nothing could have been sweeter. Nothing. Throughout Heaven, Hell and earth, you can hear my heart singing. It feels as if an angel is kissing me. A fallen angel, my fallen angel, sent to earth to be with me for all eternity.
I hear you callin and its needles and pins
I wanna hurt you just to hear you screamin my name
"Draco!" I jump as Harry calls out my name across the length of the Quidditch pitch. I was about to take flight as he comes running up to me.
"Hm?"
"I…well, I was just wondering, about…about last night. I, you said you'd be there…"
"I got caught up. I'll be there tonight." I bend forward, pressing my lips against his. I pull away and take off into the air, soaring over the clouds. I can scarcely hear him yelling my name in the distant. It’s not as if I meant to leave him stranded last night. I swear. *Smirk*
Don't wanna touch you but you're under my skin
It's my turn to throw him against the wall as I press my knee in-between his legs and rub it up and down on his growing package. I teasingly trace my fingers upon his lips. I lock eyes with him, searching the deep pools and finding lust mixed with love. This is why I love him. It never gets old gazing into his tourmaline diamonds and finding the same things over and over.
I wanna kiss you but your lips are venomous poison
"I love you…" I hear him whisper under his breath as I enter him. This is the first time I’ve ever been allowed permission to be inside of him. He’s terrified; I can sense it. I don’t really know what I’m doing, but I go on instinct. I gasp when he pushes his hips up into me, sending me deep within his regions. My lips tremble as I softly brush them against his. I slowly start rotating my hips in circles.
"I love you too…" Our eyes meet in an intense pull as I speed up the pace. All too soon I feel the tingling sensation creeping up my legs and into my abdomen. I feel my balls tighten, and I slide my arm underneath his neck, cradling his head. I nestle my face in his neck, inhaling deeply, concentrating on nothing but the immense pleasure I’m feeling right now. I hear my name tumble off his lips, and I know that he’s cumming with me. I latch my mouth onto his neck and bite down as we both let go of everything around us. The only knowledgeable thought in my brain is how much I care for the person underneath me.
"Never leave me?" He whispers after our climaxes subside.
"You're in my blood Harry. You're a part of me. I love you. I wouldn't leave you ever…even if my life depended on it." I lean back and our eyes met again, both a little hazy and watery. I kiss him, a deep, passion-filled kiss that could shake the earth.
You're poison runnin through my veins
You're poison
I don't wanna break these chain
~Fin~
-- Jay
x-posted