Blame The Full Moon, III
Title: Blame The Full Moon, III
Author/Artist: digthewriter
Word Count: 1460
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Talk of dub-con (nothing graphic). Mating. Bonding. Biting. Creature!Fic
Created for: hp_creatures - DECEMBER prompt: WREATH
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: So, that awkward moment when I started writing this as a 300 word PWP -- then this happened.
READ PART ONE. READ PART TWOMalfoy slid down on Harry’s cock with ease. The potion always made Harry a little needy for skin and he was really enjoying the fact that despite the fight Malfoy put out, he didn’t withhold himself from Harry too much.
The fact that Malfoy willingly gave himself to Harry was a relief to him. Harry didn’t know what he would’ve done if he didn’t have someone for a sexual release, how he would have suffered, or worse, if he would have taken Malfoy without his consent. That was something Harry did not want to think about.
Malfoy swayed his hips as he arched his back and his eyes closed. Harry loved watching him like that. He loved just imagining that it was good for Malfoy, too, and that he wanted this and not just to satisfy Harry for his animal needs.
“Come here,” Harry said and pulled Malfoy toward him. Harry thrust up and Malfoy released a satisfying groan, almost collapsing on Harry’s chest, when Harry had caught him and kissed him.
They didn’t kiss a lot. Not really. Especially since Malfoy was very strict about the rules of what they were to each other. But, once in a while, Harry would take charge and throw Malfoy’s rules out the window. Today was one of those days. After today, Harry wouldn’t see Malfoy again for a month; until the next full moon and Harry wanted to get as much as he could.
Malfoy bit Harry’s lower lip. Hard. With a few more thrusts up, Harry was spilling himself inside Malfoy for the second time that morning and he kept his hold on Malfoy tight. When Malfoy let go of Harry’s shoulder to reach down to stroke his own cock, Harry stopped him.
“No. Not like that,” Harry said. He helped Malfoy slide off him as he pulled out and then Harry sat up. Malfoy walked up to Harry and balanced himself on his knees as Harry took Malfoy’s cock in his mouth.
Harry hadn’t sucked Malfoy off before so this was a new feeling for the both of them. Malfoy made the most enticing whimpers as he pulled out and pushed in of Harry’s mouth. “Fuck…Potter…” he groaned lowly. He started off slow but when Harry relaxed his throat and took Malfoy in completely, Malfoy started to fuck Harry’s mouth fervently.
“Yes. Yes. Yes!” he was chanting, and tugged forcefully on Harry’s hair. Harry could take it. He could take anything that Malfoy would give him, and vice-versa.
Then Malfoy was spilling himself inside Harry’s mouth and it was hot and foreign, but it was Malfoy and Harry could take that, too.
Malfoy collapsed on Harry; his breathing laboured and uneven. “That was…we’ve never…”
“I know,” Harry said.
“That thing with your throat…”
“I can mend some things to my will. It comes from being able to shift,” Harry answered. Malfoy released another low moan and that sent another shot of pleasure to Harry’s groin.
“You always treat this as a chore, Malfoy,” Harry said after a few moments of silence. “Why don’t you let me show you how good I can make it for you?”
Malfoy’s hand reached down to Harry’s cock and started to stroke it gently. “I see that you’re ready to show me again,” he said. He didn’t move away from Harry at all, except for his hand that was torturing Harry.
Harry grabbed Malfoy by the waist and flipped them. Malfoy’s strokes were faster and Harry couldn’t believe that he was hard again and that Malfoy was doing this to him once more.
Harry growled and kissed Malfoy whose strokes became harsher and Harry felt a burning desire in the pit of his stomach. The feeling was overwhelming his senses and he felt dizzy, but in a good way. He felt like he was going to shift again, but he knew that wasn’t it. This feeling was something else.
“Wait. Stop!” Harry said and Malfoy stopped immediately. Harry pulled away from him and left the room. If he hadn’t stopped, Harry wasn’t sure what he would have done. He locked himself in the bathroom and ran a cold shower.
Half an hour later, Harry entered the kitchen of the cottage and found a fully dressed and stoic Malfoy waiting for him with his list of potions and instructions. He looked out the window and saw the Christmas wreath displayed there. It was funny how the cottage was under a disillusionment charm, yet Malfoy had still decorated it.
“Malfoy…”
“Don’t, Potter,” he said, as a warning.
“I just have to-”
“Potter. I did not wait here so you can give me whatever excuse you have. I just want to do my duty and leave. I’ve made a list here and there are several different instructions for this month. I’d like you to alter your routine a bit and document any changes-”
“For Merlin’s sake, Malfoy, shut up!” Harry shouted and watched Malfoy flinch. “I wanted to mark you, okay?”
“Mark me?”
“Yes. I felt this intense…I dunno…desire inside me and I could feel myself shift a bit. I wasn’t going to get into full werewolf mode but my jaw, my teeth…I wanted to mark you. As mine. My mate. So I had to stop.”
“Oh,” Malfoy said, and Harry couldn’t place the tone of his voice.
“Yeah. I mean…” Harry sighed and ran a hand through his hair; it was still wet from the shower. “I know that what we do-it’s not exactly ideal for you-I mean you have a choice and you can so no. and you don’t, and I fear, that I don’t know, I might take you, anyway…I have nightmares about that…”
“You think you’d take me if I didn’t-give myself to you?” Malfoy asked, he didn’t sound repulsed and Harry didn’t know what to make of that.
“I hope not, but I have read about it. Werewolves who can’t control their sexual need after a shift can use force and I didn’t want to do that. With you. And mating? I mean-we’re not even dating-” Harry felt stupid. He felt stupid that he still was a new werewolf with little control, and especially stupid because it rhymed. Mating. We’re not even dating.
Malfoy cleared his throat and adjusted his robes. “Right.”
“I know you’re seeing someone,” Harry said, dryly.
“What?” Malfoy snapped.
“I know about him. You’re seen in public, at pubs, and…I don’t know what kind of an arrangement you have…”
“You’ve been following me, Potter?”
“I…” Harry didn’t know what to say. Yes, was the short answer but he felt like he needed to explain.
“We’re in an open relationship,” Malfoy said, and sighed. “It was the best way I could-continue my research. I can’t commit myself to someone when-we do what we do and he’s okay with that. He’s seeing other wizards and he doesn’t ask me any questions and I don’t ask him any questions. It’s simple.”
“Unlike what we have,” Harry said.
Malfoy laughed. He released an exasperated sigh and actually laughed. “Yeah. This is a lot more complicated than that.”
They were quiet for a while and Harry didn’t know what to say. He kept on staring out the window at the wreath, studying its intricate design. He was afraid to look at Malfoy, and reckoned that Malfoy was afraid to do the same. What would he say? They only saw each other two or three times a month and that was more complicated than an ‘open relationship’ with this wizard? Harry wasn’t dating anyone. Being the Saviour was bad enough at first, then he gone and got himself bit while he was on a mission; his prospects were low. Or so he’d thought. Hermione had told him that he just didn’t want to even try. He didn’t, and he knew why. He just couldn’t get himself to admit that to himself, or Malfoy.
“So I’ll be leaving then. I’ll see you later, Potter.”
“Malfoy!” Harry said before Malfoy could Disapparate.
“Yes, Potter?”
“I can’t do open relationship,” Harry said. “I am an all or nothing kind of a man. I reckon that’s why I get in as much trouble as I do. So…erm…”
“What’s your point, Potter?”
“I want more than this. I want more than to be your research and you to be my fuck buddy for three days a month. Do you think that we could maybe try? To date, I mean? I suppose if you can give up your-give him up completely.”
“I’ll think about it,” Malfoy said impassively.
“Okay, good. That’s all I can ask,” Harry said.
“I’ll see you at the next full moon, Potter,” Malfoy said and immediately Disapparated.
Shite! READ PART FOUR
Author/Artist: digthewriter
Word Count: 1460
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Talk of dub-con (nothing graphic). Mating. Bonding. Biting. Creature!Fic
Created for: hp_creatures - DECEMBER prompt: WREATH
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: So, that awkward moment when I started writing this as a 300 word PWP -- then this happened.
READ PART ONE. READ PART TWOMalfoy slid down on Harry’s cock with ease. The potion always made Harry a little needy for skin and he was really enjoying the fact that despite the fight Malfoy put out, he didn’t withhold himself from Harry too much.
The fact that Malfoy willingly gave himself to Harry was a relief to him. Harry didn’t know what he would’ve done if he didn’t have someone for a sexual release, how he would have suffered, or worse, if he would have taken Malfoy without his consent. That was something Harry did not want to think about.
Malfoy swayed his hips as he arched his back and his eyes closed. Harry loved watching him like that. He loved just imagining that it was good for Malfoy, too, and that he wanted this and not just to satisfy Harry for his animal needs.
“Come here,” Harry said and pulled Malfoy toward him. Harry thrust up and Malfoy released a satisfying groan, almost collapsing on Harry’s chest, when Harry had caught him and kissed him.
They didn’t kiss a lot. Not really. Especially since Malfoy was very strict about the rules of what they were to each other. But, once in a while, Harry would take charge and throw Malfoy’s rules out the window. Today was one of those days. After today, Harry wouldn’t see Malfoy again for a month; until the next full moon and Harry wanted to get as much as he could.
Malfoy bit Harry’s lower lip. Hard. With a few more thrusts up, Harry was spilling himself inside Malfoy for the second time that morning and he kept his hold on Malfoy tight. When Malfoy let go of Harry’s shoulder to reach down to stroke his own cock, Harry stopped him.
“No. Not like that,” Harry said. He helped Malfoy slide off him as he pulled out and then Harry sat up. Malfoy walked up to Harry and balanced himself on his knees as Harry took Malfoy’s cock in his mouth.
Harry hadn’t sucked Malfoy off before so this was a new feeling for the both of them. Malfoy made the most enticing whimpers as he pulled out and pushed in of Harry’s mouth. “Fuck…Potter…” he groaned lowly. He started off slow but when Harry relaxed his throat and took Malfoy in completely, Malfoy started to fuck Harry’s mouth fervently.
“Yes. Yes. Yes!” he was chanting, and tugged forcefully on Harry’s hair. Harry could take it. He could take anything that Malfoy would give him, and vice-versa.
Then Malfoy was spilling himself inside Harry’s mouth and it was hot and foreign, but it was Malfoy and Harry could take that, too.
Malfoy collapsed on Harry; his breathing laboured and uneven. “That was…we’ve never…”
“I know,” Harry said.
“That thing with your throat…”
“I can mend some things to my will. It comes from being able to shift,” Harry answered. Malfoy released another low moan and that sent another shot of pleasure to Harry’s groin.
“You always treat this as a chore, Malfoy,” Harry said after a few moments of silence. “Why don’t you let me show you how good I can make it for you?”
Malfoy’s hand reached down to Harry’s cock and started to stroke it gently. “I see that you’re ready to show me again,” he said. He didn’t move away from Harry at all, except for his hand that was torturing Harry.
Harry grabbed Malfoy by the waist and flipped them. Malfoy’s strokes were faster and Harry couldn’t believe that he was hard again and that Malfoy was doing this to him once more.
Harry growled and kissed Malfoy whose strokes became harsher and Harry felt a burning desire in the pit of his stomach. The feeling was overwhelming his senses and he felt dizzy, but in a good way. He felt like he was going to shift again, but he knew that wasn’t it. This feeling was something else.
“Wait. Stop!” Harry said and Malfoy stopped immediately. Harry pulled away from him and left the room. If he hadn’t stopped, Harry wasn’t sure what he would have done. He locked himself in the bathroom and ran a cold shower.
Half an hour later, Harry entered the kitchen of the cottage and found a fully dressed and stoic Malfoy waiting for him with his list of potions and instructions. He looked out the window and saw the Christmas wreath displayed there. It was funny how the cottage was under a disillusionment charm, yet Malfoy had still decorated it.
“Malfoy…”
“Don’t, Potter,” he said, as a warning.
“I just have to-”
“Potter. I did not wait here so you can give me whatever excuse you have. I just want to do my duty and leave. I’ve made a list here and there are several different instructions for this month. I’d like you to alter your routine a bit and document any changes-”
“For Merlin’s sake, Malfoy, shut up!” Harry shouted and watched Malfoy flinch. “I wanted to mark you, okay?”
“Mark me?”
“Yes. I felt this intense…I dunno…desire inside me and I could feel myself shift a bit. I wasn’t going to get into full werewolf mode but my jaw, my teeth…I wanted to mark you. As mine. My mate. So I had to stop.”
“Oh,” Malfoy said, and Harry couldn’t place the tone of his voice.
“Yeah. I mean…” Harry sighed and ran a hand through his hair; it was still wet from the shower. “I know that what we do-it’s not exactly ideal for you-I mean you have a choice and you can so no. and you don’t, and I fear, that I don’t know, I might take you, anyway…I have nightmares about that…”
“You think you’d take me if I didn’t-give myself to you?” Malfoy asked, he didn’t sound repulsed and Harry didn’t know what to make of that.
“I hope not, but I have read about it. Werewolves who can’t control their sexual need after a shift can use force and I didn’t want to do that. With you. And mating? I mean-we’re not even dating-” Harry felt stupid. He felt stupid that he still was a new werewolf with little control, and especially stupid because it rhymed. Mating. We’re not even dating.
Malfoy cleared his throat and adjusted his robes. “Right.”
“I know you’re seeing someone,” Harry said, dryly.
“What?” Malfoy snapped.
“I know about him. You’re seen in public, at pubs, and…I don’t know what kind of an arrangement you have…”
“You’ve been following me, Potter?”
“I…” Harry didn’t know what to say. Yes, was the short answer but he felt like he needed to explain.
“We’re in an open relationship,” Malfoy said, and sighed. “It was the best way I could-continue my research. I can’t commit myself to someone when-we do what we do and he’s okay with that. He’s seeing other wizards and he doesn’t ask me any questions and I don’t ask him any questions. It’s simple.”
“Unlike what we have,” Harry said.
Malfoy laughed. He released an exasperated sigh and actually laughed. “Yeah. This is a lot more complicated than that.”
They were quiet for a while and Harry didn’t know what to say. He kept on staring out the window at the wreath, studying its intricate design. He was afraid to look at Malfoy, and reckoned that Malfoy was afraid to do the same. What would he say? They only saw each other two or three times a month and that was more complicated than an ‘open relationship’ with this wizard? Harry wasn’t dating anyone. Being the Saviour was bad enough at first, then he gone and got himself bit while he was on a mission; his prospects were low. Or so he’d thought. Hermione had told him that he just didn’t want to even try. He didn’t, and he knew why. He just couldn’t get himself to admit that to himself, or Malfoy.
“So I’ll be leaving then. I’ll see you later, Potter.”
“Malfoy!” Harry said before Malfoy could Disapparate.
“Yes, Potter?”
“I can’t do open relationship,” Harry said. “I am an all or nothing kind of a man. I reckon that’s why I get in as much trouble as I do. So…erm…”
“What’s your point, Potter?”
“I want more than this. I want more than to be your research and you to be my fuck buddy for three days a month. Do you think that we could maybe try? To date, I mean? I suppose if you can give up your-give him up completely.”
“I’ll think about it,” Malfoy said impassively.
“Okay, good. That’s all I can ask,” Harry said.
“I’ll see you at the next full moon, Potter,” Malfoy said and immediately Disapparated.
Shite! READ PART FOUR