Fic: Promised - Chapter 47
Title: Promised
Author: neddiheht (Ashavan Doyon)
Artist: ritalaura2000
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: All ATWT characters the property of P&G/Telenext. Harry Potter and the characters associated with that universe belong to J. K. Rowling, Warner Brothers, and Scholastic. No copyright infringement intended. No profit made from this fiction.
Characters/Pairings: Noah/Draco, Luke/Neville, Luke/Noah, Draco/Harry. Some mention of other fun pairings not involving Luke, Noah, Draco or Harry.
Word Count: 205,207
Warnings alternate universe, graphic sex, arranged marriages, mpreg, some mention of non-consensual sex. This is a Nuke fic set largely in the Harry Potter verse and combined with a Drarry pairing.
Summary: Luciano Grimaldi was a perfectly happy young wizard. His family carefully neutral during the war, he has found happiness in the years since Voldemort's fall with herbologist, hero, and friend of the Savior, Neville Longbottom. Only he's just been informed that in the tradition of ancient pure blood families, he was promised at birth, in an offering to keep his family safe, to the son of infamous American Death Eater Winston Mayer.
Noah Mayer is a very unhappy wizard. In love for years with fellow Death Eater Draco Malfoy, the two young men have secretly found solace and love in each others arms, dreading the day they knew would come. They are promised, in the traditions of the oldest families. Promised to young wizards who didn't know. Married, for all intents and purposes, almost at birth to strangers who will doubtless hate them. Now they must surrender to duty and obligation. Now they must turn their backs on a love they know and risk everything for what might be. Noah always knew he hated pure blood traditions. This was why.
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Chapter 47
"Oh Merlin, Harry. Don't you know that I love you?"
Draco's words rang in Harry's head, the touch upon his face, the lingering taste of Draco on his lips all screaming at him. Harry felt the slight tremor that overcame his body. He felt the twist in his stomach. Harry shuddered, clenching his fingers as he desperately sought to regain his control. He'd wanted all his life to hear those words said to him... for someone to mean them. Tears slid down his cheeks and as they did Harry watched a heart wrenching fear ghost across the sudden reemergence of that impenetrable Malfoy mask.
Harry shook his head. "Don't wear the mask, Draco... please, please don't. Let me see what you're feeling... always."
"I... Harry, it's my only def..."
Harry stepped into Draco's space then, his arms seeking around the other man to pull them close. His lips were against the curve of Draco's ear as he whispered the words, "You don't need it here..."
Draco shuddered, the fear overwhelming him as he let loose his famous control. A sob rolled through his body and tears started to flow.
"It's okay, Draco," said the voice that teased the ridges in his ear, "you don't need to hide here. We're in this together."
Draco fought desperately to quell the tears enough to speak. "Please Harry. I need. I need to know..."
"That I love you too?" asked Harry, his forehead resting against the space just above Draco's ear, the breath from his words teasing the sensitive flesh of Draco's ear and neck.
Draco's heart leapt from his chest. He'd wanted to know that Harry still wanted to try, that he was okay with Draco claiming a space with him as Teddy's parent. That he wanted this US to work. But to hear THOSE words... he'd only ever dreamed.
"I do, you know," said Harry quietly, his breath heavy and hot against Draco's flesh. "I think I have for a long time."
"Harry?" Draco croaked, his voice raw and desperate.
"I've known since I did this," said Harry, his hands tracing scars invisible under the fabric of Draco's shirt. "I was so scared... terrified I'd hurt you. My heart almost burst. And I didn't... I was afraid, Draco... so afraid to admit what that fear was."
"You... you really love me?" asked Draco, his voice little more than a croak.
"Mmmm," responded Harry, his nose ghosting a path behind the curve of Draco's ear, taking in the smell -- spice, flower, citrus. "I do," said Harry, his tongue flicking to taste that spot below Draco's ear where his scent was strong. Draco's whole body shook in response.
"Say it, Harry," said Draco desperately. "Please. I need... I need to hear the words."
Harry nodded slightly, the movement sending his nose crashing gently into Draco's ear. They both laughed a little at that. Harry still felt that awful flip inside his gut that he knew was fear. He felt so... exposed. But he also knew that how desperately he'd needed his name attached to the words from Draco's lips.
"I know," Harry whispered. "I know, Draco," his hands pulled Draco tight against him. "I love you, Draco Malfoy," he said, licking a path behind Draco's ear. "I mean it. And I mean this too... I want you Draco. Now."
Draco pulled away and looked at Harry, his eyes wide and burning silver. "You are sure..."
Harry nodded and a wide grin spread on Draco's face as he pressed close into Harry and pressed his lips against Harry's with joyous passion.
"I've wanted..."
Harry pulled away and walked silently to the door of the kitchen, then held out his hand. "Take my hand, Draco."
Draco looked at the hand with wonder and reached out to take it. His world twisted for a moment with the wrench of apparition and he was standing in an elegant bedroom. The familiar four poster bed was there, almost as though it'd been transported from Hogwarts, complete with heavy curtains around the bed in red and gold. The rest of the furniture was elegant and wooden and the finish didn't quite match making Draco wonder if indeed Harry had taken his bed from Hogwarts.
Draco resisted the urge to look around, to really take in more than a glimmer of what the room held, of its size. It was their room now, a thought that made his heart flutter almost as much as the fact that Harry had hold of his shirt and was pulling him calmly but insistently to the bed.
When they reached it Harry kissed him again, then pulled away and quite deliberately pulled off his own shirt, tossing it to the floor. He then unfastened his trousers and with a quick wriggle of his hips let them pool on the floor at his feet. Draco shuddered at the sight of his love standing naked before him, half hard and inviting.
Draco's hands went quickly to unfasten the buttons on his shirt, pulling the tails from his trousers and tossing it quickly aside before literally tearing the undershirt off his own body. He stepped up to Harry and leaned in to kiss him as he worked loose the belt and fastenings of his own trousers, kicking off his shoes and striping off his socks as he stepped out of the trouser legs that had pooled at his own feet.
Harry's eyes drank in the sight of Malfoy's naked body. He'd known Draco was attractive... it'd been hard not to notice. But there was a difference between this and furtive glances at Draco's hard body underneath a Quidditch uniform. This was his. He was allowed to touch... and with a bit of trepidation and not a little fear Harry swallowed softly and reached out to take Draco into his hands.
"Yesssss...." moaned Draco softly, huskily at Harry's touch. Draco's eyes were closed and his body visibly shook as Harry's fingers stroked the pale velvety flesh of his cock.
Harry smiled as he let go of Draco and stepped back and through the curtain, letting himself fall backwards onto the bed, his legs half-spread and waited.
Draco came through the curtain shortly, his breath coming in near gasps, his gray eyes silvery with a lust that veritably swirled in them like a living thing. His gaze was all intensity and it was focused on Harry. He lifted himself onto the bed with the grace of a cat on the prowl, deliberate, graceful, powerful as he slid himself over Harry, between the other man's legs, sliding up his body to cover him and meet his lips, his tongue, his breath.
Harry moaned into Draco's mouth as they kissed, glorying in Draco's touch, in the feel of his long delicate fingers as they ran down Harry's body to slide under him and grip his arse firmly in them. Harry threw his head back and moaned Draco's name as the blonde pressed his lips against Harry's neck and began to mark him, slowly, deeply, deliberately.
"Mine." Draco said the word fiercely as he came up for air between marks and Harry only moaned in a response that might have been "Yes... yes, oh god yes, yours... so fucking yours," if indeed anyone could have made out the incoherent words. Draco got the meaning even if the words themselves couldn't be distinguished, leaving a path of marks down Harry's neck to his chest before Draco moved back up to set his forehead against Harry's, his breath hot against Harry's cheek as he ground against the man beneath him, his hips moving their cocks together with a friction that was leaving them both breathless and wanting and far too close.
"I... I don't want to come like this," said Draco, the words strained and breathy as his hips kept moving against Harry almost jerky as though Draco wanted to stop but couldn't bear to do it.
"Merlin... fuck... Draco, please... what... can't stop...please."
"Don't want. Not like this. Need to be... want to..." Draco's voice hitched as he desperately tried to keep himself from losing control completely.
"You... you want in-inside..." managed Harry.
Draco couldn't voice the desire, too lost for words, but he nodded.
"First... never..."
Draco closed his eyes and gulped. His mother had been right. "Will show you... Harry, please. Want this."
"I do... I w-w-want it, Draco. My... my dragon. Mine. C-claim me. Please."
Draco's whole body trembled at that and he smiled as he leaned down to press his lips fiercely against Harry's and to claim them as his own. He summoned his wand to him as his lips pressed against Harry's, carefully pressing it gently against Harry's opening and pulling away from Harry's lips long enough to whisper a word before tossing the wand aside and leaning back into Harry's kiss.
Harry heard the whispered word and then a cool sensation filled Harry's insides and there was a gentle tug and again a cooling sensation inside him. Harry wriggled as though to escape from the chill, and then he felt the tip of a long slim finger pressing at his entrance which felt suddenly strangely wet and slick.
"Y-y-you're s-s-sure?" Draco managed, his forehead pressed against Harry's chest.
Harry pushed himself against the finger gasping a little as it sunk inside him to the knuckle. "Y-yours, my d-drag-g-on."
Draco pressed his lips against Harry's chest, letting his finger sink deeper and then fucking Harry with it, slowly, gently. He flicked his tongue against Harry's left nipple, then began sucking on it gently as he pressed another finger slowly into Harry's entrance and began to stretch him with a gentle but insistent scissoring movement.
"Need... need more, need... want to be..." Harry practically moaned the words, getting louder and more insistent as Draco occasionally brushed against his prostate.
"S-soon. Want it too. Need to be inside you. Just. Just one more. Want you... want. Fuck Harry. Want you to feel good. Want it..." Draco bit into Harry's chest a little as he sunk a third finger into Harry and the man beneath him bucked and gasped a little in strangled pain until Draco twisted his fingers again to brush the man's prostate. Harry bucked again, but this time with babbled incoherent pleasure. Draco smiled, leaning up to kiss against Harry's neck. "Now. It... even like this... Fuck Harry, it's going to hurt."
Harry nodded. "I know. Still. I still want it. Please." Draco's finger hit that spot again and the words were all hissing, "Syeessith Sheth, shisaraseth Meskreth sheyasssith..."
Draco pulled his fingers out of Harry and slung the moaning young man's legs over his own shoulders, pulling a pillow from the top of the bed to wedge it under Harry's hips. "I..." he looked at Harry's face. "Look at me Harry." Draco waited until he saw the emerald fire of Harry's eyes. "I love you, Harry Potter," he said quietly, then slowly, inexorably, he pushed himself into Harry. Harry bucked wildly against him, a hand pushing against his pelvis to slow him down, as Harry took very deep deliberate breaths. Then Draco was seated entirely within him. Harry's heat wrapped him up, clinging tightly to his cock, so tight.
"Burns... it burns, my dragon."
"I'm... don't want it to hurt."
"Good heat. Want it. W-want. Want you. My dragon. Burn me. Set me... make me. Fire. Inside. Want you to," Harry struggled to get the words out, even only a couple at a time, each word punctuated by long deep breaths, moans, cries of "Oh Merlin, FUCK." and then he was staring into Draco's eyes and Draco was moving inside him.
Draco meant to be gentle. He meant to be a soft considerate lover. He wanted to be that for Harry. But once he started moving he lost all semblance of control. He'd wanted this, to have Harry like this, to be inside him, to have Harry begging for him, for so very long. And now he had it and all his animal instincts took control. Harry was screaming hisses at him, and numbly Draco wondered if Harry's Parseltongue screams were as incoherent as the string of profanity that was coming unbidden to his own lips.
Pleasure pooled itself in Draco's groin, building steadily as Harry threw back his head and begged him for more, shifting constantly between Parseltongue and a babbled form of what was surely intended to be English, and yet seemed to consist of mostly the words fuck, more, harder, and desperate cries of "Draco, my dragon" with a fair bit of gasped profanity and the pleas to Merlin thrown in.
It was the sight of Harry coming, gleaming pearl streams of Harry's seed shooting up and along Draco's chest to splatter against his chin and drip from there back onto Harry's chest and face that caused Draco to lose it and begin filling Harry's insides with Malfoy seed. Draco felt the streams of hot thick liquid pulse out of him in seemingly endless bursts. His breath came in gasps, sweat dripping from his face onto Harry's. He'd been looking at Harry when they both came almost together. He'd been staring at Harry's face as he felt his lover come. Emerald fire that burned with love. Love for him.
Draco collapsed against Harry, grinning as he felt Harry's seed spread sticky across his chest from the force of being pressed against him. Draco's breath came in gasps as he laughed and rolled to one side, giddy. "You've made us sticky, love."
"Yours. You must. Must have wanted this."
"Oh," said Draco trying and failing to sit up. "I definitely wanted this." He tried again to sit up and failed, then rolled onto his side towards Harry and leaned against him to kiss his cheek. "Mine," he whispered into Harry's ear.
"Yes... fuck yes." Harry rolled over and kissed Draco rather seriously. He shuddered as he ran a finger down Draco's cheek, capturing some of his own seed on the journey and then popping the finger in his mouth to suck it clean. "Yours."
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