Fic: Moments of Truth Between the Lies (H/D - Rating: Hard R)
Title: Moments of Truth Between the Lies
Author: wook77
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: Hard R
Wordcount: 1482
Summary: Harry's headaches are getting worse, but he forgets about them when he's got Malfoy under his hands, in front of him, around him.
A/N: For a prompt at the_eros_affair. Prompt was "I promise not to Obliviate you afterwards". Many thanks to my betas, janicechess, why_me_why_not and yodels. All remaining mistakes are my own.
Harry has a headache.
**~~**
Malfoy's lips are disturbingly attractive. They're hot and warm and just a bit dry, so Harry wants to lick them, sucking first one and then the other into his mouth so that he can moisten them. It seems like such a good idea, like the best idea he's had in a long time. Sucking in Malfoy's lower lip, he bites down, hard enough to trap it in place but not hard enough to mark. He brushes his tongue across the trapped flesh and then releases it before changing the angle and repeating the gesture with the upper lip.
When he fists his hands into Malfoy's hair, Malfoy moans and it goes straight down his spine into his gut. This isn't the way they're supposed to be; they're not supposed to be kissing, sucking, licking, fucking, dammit. They're supposed to be barely getting along, but these moments, these little tiny stolen moments, mean everything, for as long as he has them. He removes one of his hands to press against Malfoy's face, down his neck to touch his chest.
Harry tugs on the hair trapped in his hand. After breaking the kiss, he uses his free hand to slam Malfoy against the wall, trapping him between it and his own body, rubbing against him.
"Strip me," he demands in a whisper against the curve of Malfoy's chin. "Take everything off, want to feel your skin against mine."
**~~**
Harry rolls out of bed and stumbles into the bathroom. He can barely see because of the pain behind his eyes. Even with the limited vision, he can tell that the bed looks unusually rumpled and with that thought, a memory trips just outside of his mind. It ceases to matter when he finally finds a pain potion.
These headaches have got to stop.
**~~**
Paperweights, quills, parchment and ink bottles go flying as Malfoy's hands sweep everything off the top of his desk. With a smile full of dark promises, he strips for Harry, slowly unbuttoning his shirt and then his trousers. Kicking off his shoes, Malfoy slides first his trousers and then his pants down his body before sitting on top of Harry's desk.
"Good thing I'm the boss," Harry says with a grin before stepping between Malfoy's naked legs.
"Are we going to talk or make better use of our time?" Malfoy asks as he reaches out and grabs Harry's tie, pulling him in for a kiss. This one is more teeth than lips, biting and demanding, ferocious in its need. The moment could be interrupted the second Harry's secretary needs him. God forbid there be an emergency somewhere that requires Harry to actually have his shirt on and trousers done up, because Malfoy is taking care of removing them both. The tie, though, the tie stays on, and Malfoy uses it to tug Harry this way and that.
They're not supposed to be here. They're not supposed to be doing this. They're both married, for fuck's sake. It's just that Harry can't quite get enough of Malfoy in these stolen moments.
**~~**
His office is in shambles and Harry can't quite remember why. He'd given his assistant the afternoon off. Had he had a fainting spell? His scar doesn't hurt, just the rest of his head.
Goddamn migraines.
**~~**
The smell of stale piss is in the air as Harry leans back against the cold metal of the bathroom stall door. Hair tickles his fingers as he grips Malfoy's head, holding it as Malfoy bobs up and down, sucking and licking Harry's cock.
They're in a Muggle bar in the loo and yet Harry has never felt better in his life. This is better than Ginny: Malfoy's mouth is a dream, an erotic dream that can't possibly be true. Except that it is and he has the hair woven between his fingers to prove it.
"Fuck fuck fuck fuck," he pants as he watches his cock disappear and reappear in that sinful mouth. With a cry, he's coming, Malfoy swallowing everything.
**~~**
Harry wanders over to the bartender and asks for another pint. He can't quite remember where he'd set his drink down. His head is pounding like maybe he's had too much to drink but he's not quite sure that he's had enough. It's not every day that one can celebrate the birth of one's first child, after all.
He just wishes his head would stop pounding.
**~~**
"You have to stop doing this, Malfoy, I'm going to be quacking like a duck all the fucking time if this keeps up," Harry says as he grabs the hair at the nape of Malfoy's neck. He gives a vicious twist before biting down onto the throat and then the collarbone. "You have to stop it."
"We both agreed, it's better this way." Malfoy's hands work magic on Harry's skin, fingertips drifting first up and then down Harry's chest, brushing over nipples and playing with the light dusting of hair.
"I've changed my mind," Harry says before he turns Malfoy around and slams him against the wall, pushing as close as he can. The answering moan just spurs Harry on. He hasn't been this rough since their first time together. He'd forgotten how much he enjoys it.
Rubbing his cock into the cleft of Malfoy's bare arse, Harry grins and pulls Malfoy's hands until they're over his head and pressed flat against the wall. The resultant moan - Malfoy's always been loud, Harry can remember that much - sends shivers down his spine and heat to his cock. He thrusts again and then snarls into Malfoy's ear, "I changed my mind. I want to remember, get that? You have no right, none at all, to take this from me and then give it back when you want. There're two of us here. It's not me over there and you over here. This has to mean something."
Harry sounds desperate but he doesn't really care. Not right now, not when he has the memories back and Malfoy under his hands, in front of him, around him.
"Get over yourself, Potter, there is no us. There's you and the Weasleys and there's me with Isobel." Malfoy sounds breathless and that sends another frisson down Harry's spine. Putting his hand to his mouth, Harry spits on it and then shoves up and into Malfoy roughly. His fingers move, spreading Malfoy wider.
His hand tugs at Malfoy's hips, widening his stance and angling just right for Harry to thrust up and in and there.
"What's this, then? What … the … fuck … is … this?" Harry punctuates each word with a thrust. His other hand slides down Malfoy's outstretched arm, over his shoulder and up his neck until he can maneuver their lips a hairsbreadth away. His hand switches from neck to cheek to hair as he spears his hand into the fine blond hair and, gripping it tightly, gives it a brutal tug. "What the fuck is this?"
"Human nature," Malfoy answers and Harry growls into his ear. Harry can feel Malfoy's shiver where he's buried deep within. "It's human nature so don't assign any sort of fancy feelings to it."
"Fuck that, Malfoy. It's more than that." Harry stops thrusting. His touch gentles as he squeezes the hand against the wall and caresses Malfoy's cheek with his free hand. "I want your promise that you won't Obliviate me again. Promise or I walk away and don't look back."
"You have it, just move, just fuck me, fuck me now." Malfoy pushes back into him and Harry can't help but move once more. He doesn't trust Malfoy, doesn't trust him as far as he can throw him but that doesn't really matter, not in the face of this overwhelming need to be with him. Just like right now, deep inside and surrounded while surrounding, Harry needs these stolen moments even when he can't remember them.
It's not until he comes - squeezing, grasping, groaning - that he realises that Malfoy hadn't promised. Harry shifts away and, as he pulls his trousers back up over his hips, he debates touching Malfoy, adding a bit of softness to their meetings. Harry wants the softness right now. First, though, he has to get the actual promise out of Malfoy.
"Promise me, Malfoy. Promise me or this is it. I want the full words." He fastens his trousers and then starts to button his shirt.
"I promise not to Obliviate you afterwards." Malfoy looks over his shoulder. "Some day. Obliviate."
~~**~~
There's a sense of disorientation and a raging headache as Harry looks around. He sees a few strands of pale blond hair in his hand and he wonders where it came from. The only person he knows with hair that pale is Malfoy but why would…?
Doesn't matter, in the end. It'll come back to him.
As always, I'd love to hear what you thought.
Author: wook77
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: Hard R
Wordcount: 1482
Summary: Harry's headaches are getting worse, but he forgets about them when he's got Malfoy under his hands, in front of him, around him.
A/N: For a prompt at the_eros_affair. Prompt was "I promise not to Obliviate you afterwards". Many thanks to my betas, janicechess, why_me_why_not and yodels. All remaining mistakes are my own.
Harry has a headache.
**~~**
Malfoy's lips are disturbingly attractive. They're hot and warm and just a bit dry, so Harry wants to lick them, sucking first one and then the other into his mouth so that he can moisten them. It seems like such a good idea, like the best idea he's had in a long time. Sucking in Malfoy's lower lip, he bites down, hard enough to trap it in place but not hard enough to mark. He brushes his tongue across the trapped flesh and then releases it before changing the angle and repeating the gesture with the upper lip.
When he fists his hands into Malfoy's hair, Malfoy moans and it goes straight down his spine into his gut. This isn't the way they're supposed to be; they're not supposed to be kissing, sucking, licking, fucking, dammit. They're supposed to be barely getting along, but these moments, these little tiny stolen moments, mean everything, for as long as he has them. He removes one of his hands to press against Malfoy's face, down his neck to touch his chest.
Harry tugs on the hair trapped in his hand. After breaking the kiss, he uses his free hand to slam Malfoy against the wall, trapping him between it and his own body, rubbing against him.
"Strip me," he demands in a whisper against the curve of Malfoy's chin. "Take everything off, want to feel your skin against mine."
**~~**
Harry rolls out of bed and stumbles into the bathroom. He can barely see because of the pain behind his eyes. Even with the limited vision, he can tell that the bed looks unusually rumpled and with that thought, a memory trips just outside of his mind. It ceases to matter when he finally finds a pain potion.
These headaches have got to stop.
**~~**
Paperweights, quills, parchment and ink bottles go flying as Malfoy's hands sweep everything off the top of his desk. With a smile full of dark promises, he strips for Harry, slowly unbuttoning his shirt and then his trousers. Kicking off his shoes, Malfoy slides first his trousers and then his pants down his body before sitting on top of Harry's desk.
"Good thing I'm the boss," Harry says with a grin before stepping between Malfoy's naked legs.
"Are we going to talk or make better use of our time?" Malfoy asks as he reaches out and grabs Harry's tie, pulling him in for a kiss. This one is more teeth than lips, biting and demanding, ferocious in its need. The moment could be interrupted the second Harry's secretary needs him. God forbid there be an emergency somewhere that requires Harry to actually have his shirt on and trousers done up, because Malfoy is taking care of removing them both. The tie, though, the tie stays on, and Malfoy uses it to tug Harry this way and that.
They're not supposed to be here. They're not supposed to be doing this. They're both married, for fuck's sake. It's just that Harry can't quite get enough of Malfoy in these stolen moments.
**~~**
His office is in shambles and Harry can't quite remember why. He'd given his assistant the afternoon off. Had he had a fainting spell? His scar doesn't hurt, just the rest of his head.
Goddamn migraines.
**~~**
The smell of stale piss is in the air as Harry leans back against the cold metal of the bathroom stall door. Hair tickles his fingers as he grips Malfoy's head, holding it as Malfoy bobs up and down, sucking and licking Harry's cock.
They're in a Muggle bar in the loo and yet Harry has never felt better in his life. This is better than Ginny: Malfoy's mouth is a dream, an erotic dream that can't possibly be true. Except that it is and he has the hair woven between his fingers to prove it.
"Fuck fuck fuck fuck," he pants as he watches his cock disappear and reappear in that sinful mouth. With a cry, he's coming, Malfoy swallowing everything.
**~~**
Harry wanders over to the bartender and asks for another pint. He can't quite remember where he'd set his drink down. His head is pounding like maybe he's had too much to drink but he's not quite sure that he's had enough. It's not every day that one can celebrate the birth of one's first child, after all.
He just wishes his head would stop pounding.
**~~**
"You have to stop doing this, Malfoy, I'm going to be quacking like a duck all the fucking time if this keeps up," Harry says as he grabs the hair at the nape of Malfoy's neck. He gives a vicious twist before biting down onto the throat and then the collarbone. "You have to stop it."
"We both agreed, it's better this way." Malfoy's hands work magic on Harry's skin, fingertips drifting first up and then down Harry's chest, brushing over nipples and playing with the light dusting of hair.
"I've changed my mind," Harry says before he turns Malfoy around and slams him against the wall, pushing as close as he can. The answering moan just spurs Harry on. He hasn't been this rough since their first time together. He'd forgotten how much he enjoys it.
Rubbing his cock into the cleft of Malfoy's bare arse, Harry grins and pulls Malfoy's hands until they're over his head and pressed flat against the wall. The resultant moan - Malfoy's always been loud, Harry can remember that much - sends shivers down his spine and heat to his cock. He thrusts again and then snarls into Malfoy's ear, "I changed my mind. I want to remember, get that? You have no right, none at all, to take this from me and then give it back when you want. There're two of us here. It's not me over there and you over here. This has to mean something."
Harry sounds desperate but he doesn't really care. Not right now, not when he has the memories back and Malfoy under his hands, in front of him, around him.
"Get over yourself, Potter, there is no us. There's you and the Weasleys and there's me with Isobel." Malfoy sounds breathless and that sends another frisson down Harry's spine. Putting his hand to his mouth, Harry spits on it and then shoves up and into Malfoy roughly. His fingers move, spreading Malfoy wider.
His hand tugs at Malfoy's hips, widening his stance and angling just right for Harry to thrust up and in and there.
"What's this, then? What … the … fuck … is … this?" Harry punctuates each word with a thrust. His other hand slides down Malfoy's outstretched arm, over his shoulder and up his neck until he can maneuver their lips a hairsbreadth away. His hand switches from neck to cheek to hair as he spears his hand into the fine blond hair and, gripping it tightly, gives it a brutal tug. "What the fuck is this?"
"Human nature," Malfoy answers and Harry growls into his ear. Harry can feel Malfoy's shiver where he's buried deep within. "It's human nature so don't assign any sort of fancy feelings to it."
"Fuck that, Malfoy. It's more than that." Harry stops thrusting. His touch gentles as he squeezes the hand against the wall and caresses Malfoy's cheek with his free hand. "I want your promise that you won't Obliviate me again. Promise or I walk away and don't look back."
"You have it, just move, just fuck me, fuck me now." Malfoy pushes back into him and Harry can't help but move once more. He doesn't trust Malfoy, doesn't trust him as far as he can throw him but that doesn't really matter, not in the face of this overwhelming need to be with him. Just like right now, deep inside and surrounded while surrounding, Harry needs these stolen moments even when he can't remember them.
It's not until he comes - squeezing, grasping, groaning - that he realises that Malfoy hadn't promised. Harry shifts away and, as he pulls his trousers back up over his hips, he debates touching Malfoy, adding a bit of softness to their meetings. Harry wants the softness right now. First, though, he has to get the actual promise out of Malfoy.
"Promise me, Malfoy. Promise me or this is it. I want the full words." He fastens his trousers and then starts to button his shirt.
"I promise not to Obliviate you afterwards." Malfoy looks over his shoulder. "Some day. Obliviate."
~~**~~
There's a sense of disorientation and a raging headache as Harry looks around. He sees a few strands of pale blond hair in his hand and he wonders where it came from. The only person he knows with hair that pale is Malfoy but why would…?
Doesn't matter, in the end. It'll come back to him.
As always, I'd love to hear what you thought.