What Time Can't Erase 2/7
Title: What Time Can't Erase 2/7
Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: These definitely aren't mine. Characters and the plots of the Harry Potter series are property of JK Rowling.
Summary: Harry Potter is an average New York City cop. A not-so-average blond man and a frustrating case have Harry questioning everything. This fic is not AU, even if the summary makes it sound like it. It falls under the Harry Potter fanfic classification of EWE (epilogue, what epilogue?)
A/N: I have no idea how long ago I started writing it. But well, now it's finished, so ... enjoy.
Part 2:
Harry unlocked the door to his apartment and let Draco in ahead of him. His apartment was small. Only one bedroom and bath with a connected kitchen and living room. He couldn’t afford much else.
“Just as I expected,” Draco said with a curl to his lip.
Harry bit back on a retort and an urge to throw the prat out on his ass.
“Good thing I didn’t come over to enjoy the décor.”
Draco’s hands were suddenly unbuttoning his shirt. Harry helped him by tugging it out of his jeans. Thoughts of work, thoughts of Kat and most of the frustration transferred to getting Draco naked and into his bedroom. There were no tender kisses, no loving caresses, just mouths against skin, hands grabbing flesh as they stumbled into the bedroom. The bed connected with Draco’s knees and he fell back, his mouth dislodging from Harry’s neck with a pop.
Harry grinned down at him. Before Draco could completely move up to the bed, Harry wrapped his hand around his cock and dropped to his knees. A moment later, the cock was in his mouth.
“Gods, Potter,” Draco muttered, then Harry engulfed him a few times and coherency left Draco moaning and panting. Harry gave him just enough to want even more and then pulled away.
“Bloody hell,” Draco shouted as Harry climbed up on the bed.
Harry laughed. “I’m not doing all the work. I thought you liked being in charge.”
“Yeah, I do, so you bloody well better get your mouth back on my prick.”
He settled himself on his two pillows and put his hands behind his head. Draco didn’t move, so he slung one leg over his chest, drawing it up until his knee hooked onto Draco’s chin. Those grey eyes looked at him.
“We haven’t solved the problem of who’s bottoming.”
A tinge of pink slid over Draco’s cheeks. “I thought-”
“Yep, you assumed.” Harry laughed. “I know I give off the ‘on-top’ vibe, but I don’t care either way.”
Draco climbed out from under his leg and crawled over him. He stopped an inch from his face and said, “You’re serious.”
Harry leaned in so their lips barely touched and whispered, “Fuck me, Draco.”
A feral light gleamed in his eyes. Yes, a feral possessive look of absolute victory. “Always knew you’d be a submissive and demanding playmate.”
Harry narrowed his eyes. “Wha--”
Draco shook his head. “No talking. Lube?”
Harry pointed to the bed stand. Without dislodging Harry’s legs from his body, he leaned over and opened the drawer. Harry ran a finger over the tip of Draco’s dick. He shuddered. It’d been a long time since he bottomed for anybody. He couldn’t figure out why he suddenly decided to for Draco, but he knew it had something to do with his analysis of the man.
Draco poured lube on his fingers. Harry bent one leg and lifted the other one, settling his calf on Draco’s shoulder. He met those grey blue eyes and smiled. Draco took a deep breath that Harry didn’t understand until his finger tentatively touched him. His hand was shaking.
Draco was nervous? For some reason, that just didn’t sit right with Harry. Draco should be confident, in control of himself and his surroundings. Arrogant. Definitely. But how would you know? You met him four days ago.
The lubed finger pulled his attention away from his uncertainty. He moaned as it slid into him.
So did Draco. Draco prepared him slowly, rubbing his free hand up around Harry’s chest to tease his nipples. Coherent thought left Harry as three of Draco’s fingers fucked him in just the right spot. Man, he had to start bottoming again.
“Squirming at my touch,” Draco said, and Harry caught a hint of awe in that.
“I’ll do more than squirm if you’d just hurry up and fuck me.”
Draco laughed. “Where’s the fun in that? How long can you control yourself? How long until you cave?”
Harry’s body tensed and he moved his hands from Draco’s skin to the bed to push himself up. Draco laid a calming hand on his chest and twisted his fingers. Harry’s movement became a sudden gasp and he fell back to the bed.
“If you make me come right now, I’m tossing you out of here without your clothes.”
“You’re in no position to be making demands, Potter.”
But his fingers moved. Harry watched, breath gasping, as Draco poured lube right onto his dick.
Harry readjusted, pulling a pillow under his hips and wrapping his legs around Draco’s waist. He groaned when the tip of Draco pressed against his relaxed entrance. But Draco didn’t push.
“Well?” Harry said, breath light and gasping. “Afraid you’ll hate yourself in the morning?”
Draco gave him a small smile. “No, just can’t believe my luck. You’ve always been gorgeous.”
Again, Harry’s question was interrupted by Draco moving. Two thrusts had Draco balls deep inside him and he had to take deep breaths against the sudden intrusion. Draco paused to steady his own breathing and then met Harry’s eyes.
“Breathtaking eyes,” Draco whispered. “I feel like I’ve been staring into your eyes my whole life.”
“Me, too,” Harry replied, unsure of what it meant exactly. He knew Draco’s eyes; he’d seen them flash in anger, annoyance, bitterness. But now, they were soft, softer than he’d ever seen them before. Almost sad, like he knew that he’d never see Harry again. But how is that possible when this was the first time that he’d stared this deeply into these gray eyes before?
No, that wasn’t right. But he knew it was. Had he met Draco before and just couldn’t remember?
But then Draco would have remembered. Harry shook his head and looked away. “Fuck me,” he said, and didn’t quite mask the pleading in it.
Draco moved, sliding all the way out, before plunging back in. He took his time, long deep slow thrusts that left Harry cursing. Harry definitely knew that he’d never done this with Draco.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “You’re amazing. Where have you been my whole life, Draco?”
Draco grinned. “Just beyond your subconscious.”
Harry firmly decided that Draco was odd, before Draco sped up. The thrusts were still long, just faster. Harry suddenly had problems keeping his legs wrapped around Draco.
Draco laughed, shifted him, and hooked his legs over his elbows. “Better?”
“No. Faster, go faster.”
“In a little while.”
“Damn it, Draco.” Harry’s pretty sure that’s what he said. It’s what he meant to say, but it probably was just gibberish.
“God, Potter, if you could only see yourself.”
Draco shifted him again, putting one leg on his shoulder. He leaned over Harry, thrusting harder, and took Harry’s erection in his hand.
“Oh, god, Draco, please.”
“Let’s see how long it takes you to cave,” Draco whispered.
Draco fucked him, fucked him like he wanted it, hard, fast, bed shaking, body numbing sex. Harry threw his head back and gasped, whimpers escaping when he managed to take a breath. Draco leaned over him, mouth perilously close to Harry’s lips. The little gasps of breath made Harry shiver.
“Come, my lion,” Draco whispered, lips brushing against lips. “Come for me.”
Draco’s mouth closed over Harry’s, lips, tongue and teeth keeping rhythm with the rest of their movements. Harry wanted to protest, kissing was too intimate for a one night stand, but Draco grabbed his leaking cock and stroked him into completion. Harry moaned into the kiss, shuddering and splattered come all over his chest and stomach.
Draco finally lost control. Or what Harry assumed was Draco losing control. He never varied in his thrusts but his teeth grabbed Harry’s bottom lip and he moaned as his body shook with his release.
Draco moved his face to Harry’s neck as they both relaxed, Harry letting his legs down, Draco letting his elbows bend, pressing their bodies together.
Finally, Harry found his voice. “I need to start bottoming more often.”
Draco laughed and moved so their bodies were just short of cuddling.
Harry froze, and then took a deep breath to relax. Who cares if he was getting a bit too comfy with the blond? He’d already spent more time after-the-fact than he had with any other random one-night-stand. He was actually comfortable. Of course, as soon as he thought that, he knew that he shouldn’t be, at least not with Draco, but why would it be a problem because it was Draco? He wasn’t ever comfortable after sex. Why was he so worried that it was Draco he was comfortable with?
Harry sighed.
“I’ll take that as my cue to leave,” Draco said with a laugh.
“No,” Harry said quickly, wrapping arms around Draco as he started to move. “Just thinking about how I don’t want to go to work tomorrow.”
“But you love being a cop.”
“Yeah, but not when I’m working on a case that isn’t cooperating. It’s frustrating when the bad guys win.”
Draco propped up on one elbow and stared over at Harry. “What’s going on?”
“Can’t talk about it.”
“You don’t have to give me specifics. I bet I can guess.” He tapped a finger against his chin in mock concentration. “Let’s see. What is going on with the police right now that the press shouldn’t know about, but they do know about it, and they’re threatening to release just to show that cops are incapable of doing their jobs? It must be about the futile hunt for Barnes’ missing mistress.”
“Draco,” Harry said in warning. “How do you know about it?”
“Friends in the press, Potter. I try to stay well connected. I take it you aren’t having any luck with it.”
“None. It’s frustrating.”
“Ah, so I was just a way to take out your frustration.”
Harry scoffed. “I never get involved with anyone when I’m working a case like this, but I usually have them closed within two weeks. It’s been almost a month.”
Draco laughed. “And you still managed to control yourself for so long. Wow.”
Harry looked at the clock. It was a little after three. “Fuck. I have to be to work in four hours.”
“Five hours for me.”
“You can stay if you’d like,” Harry said, surprising himself.
Draco grinned. “Why do I get the feeling that you’ve never offered that to anyone else?”
“I haven’t. You’re just--” Harry waved a hand, but couldn’t explain why he trusted Draco, why he felt comfortable with him, or why he felt like he knew the man.
“Just stay,” he whispered, and in another uncharacteristic move, brushed lips against Draco’s. “Come shower with me?” He made it a question.
Those gray eyes searched him for long enough that he started wishing back the invitation.
“You’re not going to hate yourself in the morning, are you?” Draco asked.
“Technically, it is morning, so no, I’m going to say I’ll be all right. Come on.”
Harry shuffled out from Draco’s body. Somehow, they’d ended up curled on their sides, legs entwined. Harry didn’t turn back, but he didn’t breathe well until he heard Draco get up behind him.
“You’ve got a swing in your step now that you’ve been pleasured, Potter.”
“I’m sure I won’t be able to walk this well in the morning.”
The shower was nice. It could have easily turned into a frantic shower fuck, but cuddling was down to a minimum, and focus was put on getting clean and back to bed.
“You don’t own a blowing dry, do you?” Draco asked.
“You mean a blow dryer?” Harry asked with a smile.
Draco waved his hand at him. “Whatever. I have the right to be befuddled. Great sex and all that.”
“No, I don’t. I don’t exactly need one.”
Draco rolled his eyes. “Your grooming habits are still atrocious.”
Harry couldn’t let that one by. He turned, making sure he was looking at Draco with slightly suspicious eyes.
Draco swallowed. “What?”
“That’s the third time you’ve said something that makes it seem like you’ve met me before. What gives?”
“What do you mean? You’re the one that went all psychologist on me earlier. I just feel like I know you. Don’t tell me you don’t feel the same.”
Harry kept his mouth shut, but he had the sinking suspicion that Draco was lying.
How can he be lying? You don’t know him.
Harry shook his head. “Come on,” he said and held out a hand for Draco. He led them back to the bed. He set his alarm for seven. He kept Draco close, shifting around until the blond hair fell in damp locks across his chest. Draco ran a soft hand up his thigh and his hip. It wasn’t a sexy gesture, but one of comfort and familiarity that Harry didn’t understand. But it was nice, so he didn’t protest.
Soft irritating fingers woke Harry up. The last images of his dream faded, the sky twisting around him, wind in his face, a sparkling dot teasing just beyond his fingers. He glanced at the clock. Five minutes until the alarm went off. He groaned and rolled into the slightly cool body next to him. The body shivered with laughter, and the fingers kept up their exploration of his hair.
“Five more bloody minutes,” Harry said, burying his face into Draco’s chest.
“I’ve been up for ten,” Draco said. “It’s not fair if you can sleep and I can’t.”
“I think I’ll call Kat and tell her I’m working a lead and just go back to sleep.”
Draco laughed. “You are not that irresponsible. Up you get.” He tweaked one of Harry’s nipples hard. Harry yelped and jerked away. He scowled at Draco’s smiling face, but his reprimand was lost as Draco’s warm mouth covered the nipple in apology.
“God, Draco, don’t do that, or neither of us is going to leave this bed.”
“My job is more of a ‘figurehead’ role anyway.”
“Mine’s not.” With difficulty, Harry detached himself from Draco. Harry went to the bathroom. He wasn’t as sore as he thought he was going to be, but sitting on his unforgiving desk chair was going to be difficult.
His brain was still sleep fogged and the-morning-after-sex fogged, but he knew that he wanted to see Draco again. The sooner the better.
And what was it about that feeling? He’d never met someone he’d connected with before. It wasn’t like that connection people have when they have things in common; as far as he knew, they didn’t have anything in common except being gay. Harry just felt comfortable around him, relaxed, calm. He rarely felt calm.
He pattered back to the bedroom. Draco was already mostly dressed. Harry came up to him and stopped his hands from doing up the buttons of his shirt. He wrapped his arms under the shirt and pulled Draco to him for a steamy kiss.
“Thanks,” Harry whispered against Draco’s lips.
Draco smirked. “I know I’m good.”
“Prat.”
“That’s a British term.”
Harry cocked his head. “Bastard. That’s a universal term.”
Draco laughed. His hands slid down Harry’s bare back and cupped his ass. “So, Potter. I demand that you have dinner with me on Friday night.”
“And if I’m busy on Friday?”
“Well, you better be.” His hands massaged in deep circles. “You’re having dinner with me. Seven o’clock. Dress up. Meet me at my office.”
Draco kissed him swiftly and moved away. He left the bedroom buttoning his shirt up.
“Yes, sir,” Harry called after him.
Draco’s laughter was cut off as the door slammed.
Harry walked into the station about ten minutes late. He plopped onto his chair and winced.
Yeah, he got buggered good. But the pain wasn’t enough to keep him from smiling.
“Well, hello, sugar,” Kat’s said from above him. “Who put that smile on your face?”
Harry looked up, but before he could open his mouth, Sorenson yelled, “Potter, did you get laid?”
“Jealous, Sorenson?”
“God, no, I’m-”
“POTTER!”
Harry stifled a groan and turned around. “Yes, Randall.”
“What have I told you about discussing that while at work?”
“And I suppose having to listen to you talk about the whore you paid is different?”
“Harry,” Kat whispered.
Oops. Harry kept his face blank though. He wouldn’t take it back or apologize. Randall was an ass and a half. He did get the satisfaction of seeing Randall’s face turn red.
“You remember who you’re talking to, Detective, or you’re going back to traffic.”
“You’re the one that took me off traffic. I was happy there without you breathing down my neck.”
Randall’s gritted his teeth. “Keep your abnormal personal life out of work. And you better get me Barnes soon. I’m waiting for a reason, Potter.”
Harry took a deep breath. Yeah, Randall was waiting for something to fire him for. He wouldn’t give it to him.
Randall stood, probably waiting for a yes, sir, or some such acknowledgement of his authority. He wasn’t going to give it. Technically, Kat was his boss. Randall turned suddenly and went to his office, slamming the door.
“Not smart, Potter,” Kat said. “What’s gotten into you?”
“He can’t answer that,” Sorenson said from behind them. “None of that abnormal personal life.”
Harry laughed with him, but Kat pursed her lips. “You’re the one that told me to get laid, Kat.”
“Yeah, but you’re … happy.”
“Sex usually does that to a man,” Sorenson said.
“Don’t you have somewhere else to be, Jimmy?” Kat demanded.
“I’ll take that as my cue to go back to my desk.”
“Good.”
Harry bent back over the Barnes file as Kat stared holes into Sorenson’s retreating figure. She sat next to him. “Okay, Potter, out with it.”
“His name is Draco Malfoy.”
She made a face. “You’re making that up.”
“Nope. He’s British. His family is originally French.”
Harry tried to remember if Draco had actually said that. He was sure he had. How else would he have known?
“Wait. Malfoy? As in Malfoy Enterprises?”
“Yeah.”
“You’re dating Lucius Malfoy’s son?”
“Not dating. We had sex.”
“With a smile like that, you’ll be seeing him again. Do you even know who Lucius Malfoy is?”
“Should I?”
“He only runs one of the biggest loan and insurance companies in New York. It’s an international firm, too. He does a ton of business with Europe and Middle East countries.”
Harry whistled. “No wonder Draco’s rich. So, what’s up with his father? Why is Draco ‘acting CEO’ at the moment?”
“His father’s in prison.”
Harry coughed and managed to choke out, “What?”
“He’s in London, so the details are confidential, but he got mixed up with some crime lord or something. Nothing that’s affected Malfoy Enterprises, but according to the report I saw, he’s going to be there for at least another three years.”
No wonder Draco didn’t want to talk about it.
“Interesting.”
“So, you gotta give me more than that,” Kat said.
“What else is to give? I met him at Pubbles five days ago. I shrugged off his advances, but he was there again last night, so I hooked up with him.”
“You did more than hook up with him. You can’t fool me, Potter. I’m a woman, I’m better at these things than you are.”
Harry sighed. “Have you ever met someone that you were certain you’d met before, but then realized that you hadn’t? I don’t mean like, you see someone who looks familiar, or this person reminds you of someone else, but someone that you actually know.”
“Can’t say I followed that blabbering. Are you saying that you’ve met Malfoy before?”
“No, yes, I don’t know, Kat. It’s weird. You’d think I’d remember a hot, blond, British man, but I don’t, but I feel like I’ve known him my whole life. Even he feels it. We didn’t talk about anything of any depth, but it was more like we didn’t have to. Like I already know everything about him.”
“You’re not making any sense. This isn’t a love-at-first sight thing is it?”
“God, no. I don’t love the guy. I barely get along with him, but … see what I mean? How do I know I barely get along with him? We fucked once, we got along well enough, we didn’t argue about anything, but I feel almost certain that we aren’t going to be this cozy in the future.”
“You just know people well.”
“He stayed over, Kat.”
Her eyebrows shot up. “You never let them stay over.”
Harry sighed. “I know, but … well, I didn’t want him to go. It was like if he left, he’d take part of me with him.”
“Wow. But it isn’t love?”
“Hell, Kat, it’s barely lust. I mean, sure he’s gorgeous, but last night-well, this morning-we showered together and it was … nice. No groping hands or anything. And this morning, he woke me up playing with my hair, and-”
“Okay, so you’re a bit confused,” Kat said with a laugh.
“We’re going to dinner on Friday.”
“Ha! Told you. You’re dating him.”
Harry smiled. “His exact words were, ‘I demand that you have dinner with me on Friday night.’ He’s a pushy bastard.”
“And the sex was … “
“Amazing.” Harry lowered his voice even more and added, “I bottomed.”
Kat gasped. “You never-”
“I know,” Harry said with an eye roll. “So if I keep shifting in my chair, you know why.”
“Any other surprises you want to throw at me? I think I need another heart attack today.”
“That’s about it.”
“Well, are you going to dinner with him?”
Harry’s smile grew. “Of course, I am. And, yes, you’ll get details.”
--/--
Hissing. Crackling. Face heating. Fire spreading. Jumping from unseen surfaces. Lighting others. Shouting. Cursing. Flying.
Got to go back. Have to go back.
Fire too close. Never going to make it.
Shaking arms wrap around a body. Blond hair flits just at the edge of his vision.
Fire reaches for their feet.
--/--
Part 3: A Night of Questions
Part 1: A Meeting of Equals
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Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: These definitely aren't mine. Characters and the plots of the Harry Potter series are property of JK Rowling.
Summary: Harry Potter is an average New York City cop. A not-so-average blond man and a frustrating case have Harry questioning everything. This fic is not AU, even if the summary makes it sound like it. It falls under the Harry Potter fanfic classification of EWE (epilogue, what epilogue?)
A/N: I have no idea how long ago I started writing it. But well, now it's finished, so ... enjoy.
Part 2:
Harry unlocked the door to his apartment and let Draco in ahead of him. His apartment was small. Only one bedroom and bath with a connected kitchen and living room. He couldn’t afford much else.
“Just as I expected,” Draco said with a curl to his lip.
Harry bit back on a retort and an urge to throw the prat out on his ass.
“Good thing I didn’t come over to enjoy the décor.”
Draco’s hands were suddenly unbuttoning his shirt. Harry helped him by tugging it out of his jeans. Thoughts of work, thoughts of Kat and most of the frustration transferred to getting Draco naked and into his bedroom. There were no tender kisses, no loving caresses, just mouths against skin, hands grabbing flesh as they stumbled into the bedroom. The bed connected with Draco’s knees and he fell back, his mouth dislodging from Harry’s neck with a pop.
Harry grinned down at him. Before Draco could completely move up to the bed, Harry wrapped his hand around his cock and dropped to his knees. A moment later, the cock was in his mouth.
“Gods, Potter,” Draco muttered, then Harry engulfed him a few times and coherency left Draco moaning and panting. Harry gave him just enough to want even more and then pulled away.
“Bloody hell,” Draco shouted as Harry climbed up on the bed.
Harry laughed. “I’m not doing all the work. I thought you liked being in charge.”
“Yeah, I do, so you bloody well better get your mouth back on my prick.”
He settled himself on his two pillows and put his hands behind his head. Draco didn’t move, so he slung one leg over his chest, drawing it up until his knee hooked onto Draco’s chin. Those grey eyes looked at him.
“We haven’t solved the problem of who’s bottoming.”
A tinge of pink slid over Draco’s cheeks. “I thought-”
“Yep, you assumed.” Harry laughed. “I know I give off the ‘on-top’ vibe, but I don’t care either way.”
Draco climbed out from under his leg and crawled over him. He stopped an inch from his face and said, “You’re serious.”
Harry leaned in so their lips barely touched and whispered, “Fuck me, Draco.”
A feral light gleamed in his eyes. Yes, a feral possessive look of absolute victory. “Always knew you’d be a submissive and demanding playmate.”
Harry narrowed his eyes. “Wha--”
Draco shook his head. “No talking. Lube?”
Harry pointed to the bed stand. Without dislodging Harry’s legs from his body, he leaned over and opened the drawer. Harry ran a finger over the tip of Draco’s dick. He shuddered. It’d been a long time since he bottomed for anybody. He couldn’t figure out why he suddenly decided to for Draco, but he knew it had something to do with his analysis of the man.
Draco poured lube on his fingers. Harry bent one leg and lifted the other one, settling his calf on Draco’s shoulder. He met those grey blue eyes and smiled. Draco took a deep breath that Harry didn’t understand until his finger tentatively touched him. His hand was shaking.
Draco was nervous? For some reason, that just didn’t sit right with Harry. Draco should be confident, in control of himself and his surroundings. Arrogant. Definitely. But how would you know? You met him four days ago.
The lubed finger pulled his attention away from his uncertainty. He moaned as it slid into him.
So did Draco. Draco prepared him slowly, rubbing his free hand up around Harry’s chest to tease his nipples. Coherent thought left Harry as three of Draco’s fingers fucked him in just the right spot. Man, he had to start bottoming again.
“Squirming at my touch,” Draco said, and Harry caught a hint of awe in that.
“I’ll do more than squirm if you’d just hurry up and fuck me.”
Draco laughed. “Where’s the fun in that? How long can you control yourself? How long until you cave?”
Harry’s body tensed and he moved his hands from Draco’s skin to the bed to push himself up. Draco laid a calming hand on his chest and twisted his fingers. Harry’s movement became a sudden gasp and he fell back to the bed.
“If you make me come right now, I’m tossing you out of here without your clothes.”
“You’re in no position to be making demands, Potter.”
But his fingers moved. Harry watched, breath gasping, as Draco poured lube right onto his dick.
Harry readjusted, pulling a pillow under his hips and wrapping his legs around Draco’s waist. He groaned when the tip of Draco pressed against his relaxed entrance. But Draco didn’t push.
“Well?” Harry said, breath light and gasping. “Afraid you’ll hate yourself in the morning?”
Draco gave him a small smile. “No, just can’t believe my luck. You’ve always been gorgeous.”
Again, Harry’s question was interrupted by Draco moving. Two thrusts had Draco balls deep inside him and he had to take deep breaths against the sudden intrusion. Draco paused to steady his own breathing and then met Harry’s eyes.
“Breathtaking eyes,” Draco whispered. “I feel like I’ve been staring into your eyes my whole life.”
“Me, too,” Harry replied, unsure of what it meant exactly. He knew Draco’s eyes; he’d seen them flash in anger, annoyance, bitterness. But now, they were soft, softer than he’d ever seen them before. Almost sad, like he knew that he’d never see Harry again. But how is that possible when this was the first time that he’d stared this deeply into these gray eyes before?
No, that wasn’t right. But he knew it was. Had he met Draco before and just couldn’t remember?
But then Draco would have remembered. Harry shook his head and looked away. “Fuck me,” he said, and didn’t quite mask the pleading in it.
Draco moved, sliding all the way out, before plunging back in. He took his time, long deep slow thrusts that left Harry cursing. Harry definitely knew that he’d never done this with Draco.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “You’re amazing. Where have you been my whole life, Draco?”
Draco grinned. “Just beyond your subconscious.”
Harry firmly decided that Draco was odd, before Draco sped up. The thrusts were still long, just faster. Harry suddenly had problems keeping his legs wrapped around Draco.
Draco laughed, shifted him, and hooked his legs over his elbows. “Better?”
“No. Faster, go faster.”
“In a little while.”
“Damn it, Draco.” Harry’s pretty sure that’s what he said. It’s what he meant to say, but it probably was just gibberish.
“God, Potter, if you could only see yourself.”
Draco shifted him again, putting one leg on his shoulder. He leaned over Harry, thrusting harder, and took Harry’s erection in his hand.
“Oh, god, Draco, please.”
“Let’s see how long it takes you to cave,” Draco whispered.
Draco fucked him, fucked him like he wanted it, hard, fast, bed shaking, body numbing sex. Harry threw his head back and gasped, whimpers escaping when he managed to take a breath. Draco leaned over him, mouth perilously close to Harry’s lips. The little gasps of breath made Harry shiver.
“Come, my lion,” Draco whispered, lips brushing against lips. “Come for me.”
Draco’s mouth closed over Harry’s, lips, tongue and teeth keeping rhythm with the rest of their movements. Harry wanted to protest, kissing was too intimate for a one night stand, but Draco grabbed his leaking cock and stroked him into completion. Harry moaned into the kiss, shuddering and splattered come all over his chest and stomach.
Draco finally lost control. Or what Harry assumed was Draco losing control. He never varied in his thrusts but his teeth grabbed Harry’s bottom lip and he moaned as his body shook with his release.
Draco moved his face to Harry’s neck as they both relaxed, Harry letting his legs down, Draco letting his elbows bend, pressing their bodies together.
Finally, Harry found his voice. “I need to start bottoming more often.”
Draco laughed and moved so their bodies were just short of cuddling.
Harry froze, and then took a deep breath to relax. Who cares if he was getting a bit too comfy with the blond? He’d already spent more time after-the-fact than he had with any other random one-night-stand. He was actually comfortable. Of course, as soon as he thought that, he knew that he shouldn’t be, at least not with Draco, but why would it be a problem because it was Draco? He wasn’t ever comfortable after sex. Why was he so worried that it was Draco he was comfortable with?
Harry sighed.
“I’ll take that as my cue to leave,” Draco said with a laugh.
“No,” Harry said quickly, wrapping arms around Draco as he started to move. “Just thinking about how I don’t want to go to work tomorrow.”
“But you love being a cop.”
“Yeah, but not when I’m working on a case that isn’t cooperating. It’s frustrating when the bad guys win.”
Draco propped up on one elbow and stared over at Harry. “What’s going on?”
“Can’t talk about it.”
“You don’t have to give me specifics. I bet I can guess.” He tapped a finger against his chin in mock concentration. “Let’s see. What is going on with the police right now that the press shouldn’t know about, but they do know about it, and they’re threatening to release just to show that cops are incapable of doing their jobs? It must be about the futile hunt for Barnes’ missing mistress.”
“Draco,” Harry said in warning. “How do you know about it?”
“Friends in the press, Potter. I try to stay well connected. I take it you aren’t having any luck with it.”
“None. It’s frustrating.”
“Ah, so I was just a way to take out your frustration.”
Harry scoffed. “I never get involved with anyone when I’m working a case like this, but I usually have them closed within two weeks. It’s been almost a month.”
Draco laughed. “And you still managed to control yourself for so long. Wow.”
Harry looked at the clock. It was a little after three. “Fuck. I have to be to work in four hours.”
“Five hours for me.”
“You can stay if you’d like,” Harry said, surprising himself.
Draco grinned. “Why do I get the feeling that you’ve never offered that to anyone else?”
“I haven’t. You’re just--” Harry waved a hand, but couldn’t explain why he trusted Draco, why he felt comfortable with him, or why he felt like he knew the man.
“Just stay,” he whispered, and in another uncharacteristic move, brushed lips against Draco’s. “Come shower with me?” He made it a question.
Those gray eyes searched him for long enough that he started wishing back the invitation.
“You’re not going to hate yourself in the morning, are you?” Draco asked.
“Technically, it is morning, so no, I’m going to say I’ll be all right. Come on.”
Harry shuffled out from Draco’s body. Somehow, they’d ended up curled on their sides, legs entwined. Harry didn’t turn back, but he didn’t breathe well until he heard Draco get up behind him.
“You’ve got a swing in your step now that you’ve been pleasured, Potter.”
“I’m sure I won’t be able to walk this well in the morning.”
The shower was nice. It could have easily turned into a frantic shower fuck, but cuddling was down to a minimum, and focus was put on getting clean and back to bed.
“You don’t own a blowing dry, do you?” Draco asked.
“You mean a blow dryer?” Harry asked with a smile.
Draco waved his hand at him. “Whatever. I have the right to be befuddled. Great sex and all that.”
“No, I don’t. I don’t exactly need one.”
Draco rolled his eyes. “Your grooming habits are still atrocious.”
Harry couldn’t let that one by. He turned, making sure he was looking at Draco with slightly suspicious eyes.
Draco swallowed. “What?”
“That’s the third time you’ve said something that makes it seem like you’ve met me before. What gives?”
“What do you mean? You’re the one that went all psychologist on me earlier. I just feel like I know you. Don’t tell me you don’t feel the same.”
Harry kept his mouth shut, but he had the sinking suspicion that Draco was lying.
How can he be lying? You don’t know him.
Harry shook his head. “Come on,” he said and held out a hand for Draco. He led them back to the bed. He set his alarm for seven. He kept Draco close, shifting around until the blond hair fell in damp locks across his chest. Draco ran a soft hand up his thigh and his hip. It wasn’t a sexy gesture, but one of comfort and familiarity that Harry didn’t understand. But it was nice, so he didn’t protest.
Soft irritating fingers woke Harry up. The last images of his dream faded, the sky twisting around him, wind in his face, a sparkling dot teasing just beyond his fingers. He glanced at the clock. Five minutes until the alarm went off. He groaned and rolled into the slightly cool body next to him. The body shivered with laughter, and the fingers kept up their exploration of his hair.
“Five more bloody minutes,” Harry said, burying his face into Draco’s chest.
“I’ve been up for ten,” Draco said. “It’s not fair if you can sleep and I can’t.”
“I think I’ll call Kat and tell her I’m working a lead and just go back to sleep.”
Draco laughed. “You are not that irresponsible. Up you get.” He tweaked one of Harry’s nipples hard. Harry yelped and jerked away. He scowled at Draco’s smiling face, but his reprimand was lost as Draco’s warm mouth covered the nipple in apology.
“God, Draco, don’t do that, or neither of us is going to leave this bed.”
“My job is more of a ‘figurehead’ role anyway.”
“Mine’s not.” With difficulty, Harry detached himself from Draco. Harry went to the bathroom. He wasn’t as sore as he thought he was going to be, but sitting on his unforgiving desk chair was going to be difficult.
His brain was still sleep fogged and the-morning-after-sex fogged, but he knew that he wanted to see Draco again. The sooner the better.
And what was it about that feeling? He’d never met someone he’d connected with before. It wasn’t like that connection people have when they have things in common; as far as he knew, they didn’t have anything in common except being gay. Harry just felt comfortable around him, relaxed, calm. He rarely felt calm.
He pattered back to the bedroom. Draco was already mostly dressed. Harry came up to him and stopped his hands from doing up the buttons of his shirt. He wrapped his arms under the shirt and pulled Draco to him for a steamy kiss.
“Thanks,” Harry whispered against Draco’s lips.
Draco smirked. “I know I’m good.”
“Prat.”
“That’s a British term.”
Harry cocked his head. “Bastard. That’s a universal term.”
Draco laughed. His hands slid down Harry’s bare back and cupped his ass. “So, Potter. I demand that you have dinner with me on Friday night.”
“And if I’m busy on Friday?”
“Well, you better be.” His hands massaged in deep circles. “You’re having dinner with me. Seven o’clock. Dress up. Meet me at my office.”
Draco kissed him swiftly and moved away. He left the bedroom buttoning his shirt up.
“Yes, sir,” Harry called after him.
Draco’s laughter was cut off as the door slammed.
Harry walked into the station about ten minutes late. He plopped onto his chair and winced.
Yeah, he got buggered good. But the pain wasn’t enough to keep him from smiling.
“Well, hello, sugar,” Kat’s said from above him. “Who put that smile on your face?”
Harry looked up, but before he could open his mouth, Sorenson yelled, “Potter, did you get laid?”
“Jealous, Sorenson?”
“God, no, I’m-”
“POTTER!”
Harry stifled a groan and turned around. “Yes, Randall.”
“What have I told you about discussing that while at work?”
“And I suppose having to listen to you talk about the whore you paid is different?”
“Harry,” Kat whispered.
Oops. Harry kept his face blank though. He wouldn’t take it back or apologize. Randall was an ass and a half. He did get the satisfaction of seeing Randall’s face turn red.
“You remember who you’re talking to, Detective, or you’re going back to traffic.”
“You’re the one that took me off traffic. I was happy there without you breathing down my neck.”
Randall’s gritted his teeth. “Keep your abnormal personal life out of work. And you better get me Barnes soon. I’m waiting for a reason, Potter.”
Harry took a deep breath. Yeah, Randall was waiting for something to fire him for. He wouldn’t give it to him.
Randall stood, probably waiting for a yes, sir, or some such acknowledgement of his authority. He wasn’t going to give it. Technically, Kat was his boss. Randall turned suddenly and went to his office, slamming the door.
“Not smart, Potter,” Kat said. “What’s gotten into you?”
“He can’t answer that,” Sorenson said from behind them. “None of that abnormal personal life.”
Harry laughed with him, but Kat pursed her lips. “You’re the one that told me to get laid, Kat.”
“Yeah, but you’re … happy.”
“Sex usually does that to a man,” Sorenson said.
“Don’t you have somewhere else to be, Jimmy?” Kat demanded.
“I’ll take that as my cue to go back to my desk.”
“Good.”
Harry bent back over the Barnes file as Kat stared holes into Sorenson’s retreating figure. She sat next to him. “Okay, Potter, out with it.”
“His name is Draco Malfoy.”
She made a face. “You’re making that up.”
“Nope. He’s British. His family is originally French.”
Harry tried to remember if Draco had actually said that. He was sure he had. How else would he have known?
“Wait. Malfoy? As in Malfoy Enterprises?”
“Yeah.”
“You’re dating Lucius Malfoy’s son?”
“Not dating. We had sex.”
“With a smile like that, you’ll be seeing him again. Do you even know who Lucius Malfoy is?”
“Should I?”
“He only runs one of the biggest loan and insurance companies in New York. It’s an international firm, too. He does a ton of business with Europe and Middle East countries.”
Harry whistled. “No wonder Draco’s rich. So, what’s up with his father? Why is Draco ‘acting CEO’ at the moment?”
“His father’s in prison.”
Harry coughed and managed to choke out, “What?”
“He’s in London, so the details are confidential, but he got mixed up with some crime lord or something. Nothing that’s affected Malfoy Enterprises, but according to the report I saw, he’s going to be there for at least another three years.”
No wonder Draco didn’t want to talk about it.
“Interesting.”
“So, you gotta give me more than that,” Kat said.
“What else is to give? I met him at Pubbles five days ago. I shrugged off his advances, but he was there again last night, so I hooked up with him.”
“You did more than hook up with him. You can’t fool me, Potter. I’m a woman, I’m better at these things than you are.”
Harry sighed. “Have you ever met someone that you were certain you’d met before, but then realized that you hadn’t? I don’t mean like, you see someone who looks familiar, or this person reminds you of someone else, but someone that you actually know.”
“Can’t say I followed that blabbering. Are you saying that you’ve met Malfoy before?”
“No, yes, I don’t know, Kat. It’s weird. You’d think I’d remember a hot, blond, British man, but I don’t, but I feel like I’ve known him my whole life. Even he feels it. We didn’t talk about anything of any depth, but it was more like we didn’t have to. Like I already know everything about him.”
“You’re not making any sense. This isn’t a love-at-first sight thing is it?”
“God, no. I don’t love the guy. I barely get along with him, but … see what I mean? How do I know I barely get along with him? We fucked once, we got along well enough, we didn’t argue about anything, but I feel almost certain that we aren’t going to be this cozy in the future.”
“You just know people well.”
“He stayed over, Kat.”
Her eyebrows shot up. “You never let them stay over.”
Harry sighed. “I know, but … well, I didn’t want him to go. It was like if he left, he’d take part of me with him.”
“Wow. But it isn’t love?”
“Hell, Kat, it’s barely lust. I mean, sure he’s gorgeous, but last night-well, this morning-we showered together and it was … nice. No groping hands or anything. And this morning, he woke me up playing with my hair, and-”
“Okay, so you’re a bit confused,” Kat said with a laugh.
“We’re going to dinner on Friday.”
“Ha! Told you. You’re dating him.”
Harry smiled. “His exact words were, ‘I demand that you have dinner with me on Friday night.’ He’s a pushy bastard.”
“And the sex was … “
“Amazing.” Harry lowered his voice even more and added, “I bottomed.”
Kat gasped. “You never-”
“I know,” Harry said with an eye roll. “So if I keep shifting in my chair, you know why.”
“Any other surprises you want to throw at me? I think I need another heart attack today.”
“That’s about it.”
“Well, are you going to dinner with him?”
Harry’s smile grew. “Of course, I am. And, yes, you’ll get details.”
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Hissing. Crackling. Face heating. Fire spreading. Jumping from unseen surfaces. Lighting others. Shouting. Cursing. Flying.
Got to go back. Have to go back.
Fire too close. Never going to make it.
Shaking arms wrap around a body. Blond hair flits just at the edge of his vision.
Fire reaches for their feet.
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Part 3: A Night of Questions
Part 1: A Meeting of Equals
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