"Potter, I won't be coming to work today. Something is up. Please inform Robbards I'm taking the day off. –M"

Harry read the short note for the tenth time that day. In the three years they had been partners, Malfoy had never taken an unscheduled day off. His superior breeding wouldn't allow such lack of manners. That's why this anomaly bothered Harry, like an itch somewhere hard to reach that he couldn't manage to scratch.

At seven o'clock, as soon as his shift was over, Harry Floo called Malfoy. Nobody answered him, and the apartment felt quiet and empty. He is not home, Harry told himself as he started to pull back. Just as the call disconnected, Harry thought he heard something. He stuck his head back into the network hoping to make out the noise, but the only discernible sound was the crackling of the embers. Harry finished the call and shook his head.

A take-away of fish and chips and a couple of butterbeers later, Harry had had enough of worrying about it. Malfoy might have company. He might be out. He might have gone to visit his mother or any number of other options, but Harry couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. He needed to find out. Harry grabbed a handful or Floo powder and stepped onto his fireplace.

"Malfoy's flat!"

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The flat was dark and quiet. Harry had been standing next to the fireplace for several minutes —unable to decide whether to stay or go, when he heard it again, a low moan coming from the direction of Malfoy's bedroom. Harry listened with his heart in his mouth. If Malfoy had company, he would be furious at the intrusion. But Harry wasn't sure, something didn't feel right. He couldn't hear any voices, feel any movement, see anything that showed there was somebody else in the apartment. Harry decided to take a look. If Malfoy was entertaining, Harry would leave quietly, making sure the couple in the bedroom didn't know he had been there. But if he was in trouble, Harry could help. All he needed was to take a quick look.

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"Fuck. Fuck fuck FUCK! Ahh, for fuck's sake! I need to come!

In the darkness of the corridor, Harry blushed brightly. That didn't sound like pain. He should leave Malfoy to it. Still. I've made it this far, I better make sure.

The door to Malfoy's bedroom was very slightly ajar, and the noises coming from inside convinced Harry that Malfoy was alone. They also suggested that Malfoy was very likely wanking himself raw. Unfortunately, he couldn't see the bed from that angle, and Harry decided it would be very remiss of him not to double check he was indeed wanking, and that a terrible curse wasn't instead making Malfoy writhe on his bed in agony. Because Harry was Malfoy's partner, and a partner always made sure that their partner hadn't been cursed when they heard them moaning and whimpering in their beds, didn't they? And if Harry was suddenly hard as a rock inside his trousers, well, that didn't matter. He could ignore his discomfort in favour of assuring himself of Malfoy's safety, Harry told himself. Not because he had been lusting after Malfoy for the last three years, of course not, but because that's what partners did. Harry nodded to himself. Praying that the door wouldn't squeak, Harry widened the opening and tentatively stuck his head inside the room.

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Harry couldn't move. He couldn't even when his cock tried to break through the fabric of his troursers. Insistently and repeatedly.

Malfoy was indeed writhing on his bed, though whether it was in agony or in ecstasy was difficult to say. His eyes were shut tight, head thrown back, and his hand was flying over his very hard, straining cock. Harry could feel his heartbeat throbbing in his own prick, but resisted the urge to touch himself. Malfoy's legs were open wide, and Harry stared at his balls in shameful fascination. They looked huge and swollen, and Malfoy was gently tugging and fondling them, rolling them between his fingers. His hips started pumping, thrusting into his own hand, and Harry felt such a rush of heat, he thought he would self-combust.

Harry could tell Malfoy was very close. He started circling his own hips, the small friction afforded by the fabric of his trousers almost making him moan. Malfoy's hand was speeding up, his groans and whimpers getting desperate. And then with a loud cry, Malfoy arched his back, his cock thrusting hard through his fist, and held.

Harry's orgasm broke out of him like a tidal wave.

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Harry rested his forehead against the door jamb. He cast a quick Tergeo to get rid of the stickiness within his trousers and tried to get his breathing under control. He felt flushed and feverish and couldn't believe he had just come to the sight of Malfoy orgasming. Bloody hell, he was so grateful Malfoy was too far gone to have noticed him! Harry decided he would wait a couple of minutes for Malfoy to fall asleep and then sneak out of the flat and never think of this night again.

He was just starting to feel calm enough to leave when he heard a soft cry, rising in volume and intensity, coming from inside the bedroom. Without a second thought, Harry stuck his head back around the door.

Malfoy was crying in pain, curled up into a ball, his hands cupping his groin. He was crying louder and louder, and Harry rushed in, concern overrunning his embarrassment.

"Malfoy. Malfoy! What the hell is wrong with you?"

Malfoy's eyes were screwed shut and he seemed incapable of answering, barely managing to pant through the pain. Harry took in the dishevelled state of his bed, his damp hair and clammy skin, and realised something was indeed very wrong. He didn't know what to do. He stood there, next to the bed, looking helplessly at Malfoy and willing him to speak while almost panting in sympathy.

Eventually Malfoy's whimpering died down, and little by little Malfoy seemed to relax and uncurl, rolling onto his back with an arm flung over his eyes. His legs were spread wide apart and his cock, hard and red and swollen, was straining towards the ceiling. Harry's own prick twitched in his trousers.

"Enjoying the view, Potter?" Draco's voice was weak and lacked bite. He sounded totally exhausted.

Harry tore his eyes away from Malfoy's erection and dragged them slowly up his body, eventually reaching his face. He cleared his throat, embarrassed.

Malfoy was looking at him, ghostly pale. His eyes were red and his sweaty hair stuck to his head like he had just taken a shower. He sighed, turning his head towards the ceiling.

"So, what the hell is wrong?"

"If you must know, I was cursed last night, Potter. I came home with someone, and let's just say he didn't take it well when I asked him to leave."

"Someone cursed you because you asked them to leave?"

"Well, not exactly. He wanted to know why, and why not, and when are we going to meet again. I might have told him to fuck off and that he was a lousy lay. The fucking asshole cursed me! I hate whiny people." Harry fought to supress a chuckle.

"You think this is funny, Potter?" Draco growled furiously. "I woke up this morning hard as fuck, but didn't think anything of it. I wanked in the shower, and felt a twitch of discomfort right after I came. When I went to get dressed I was still bloody hard, so I tried wanking again. And that's when I noticed what I had missed in the shower, that even though it felt like I was having a mind-blowing orgasm, nothing came out. I felt my balls tightening and my cock pulsing, but there was no semen, and the pain I got afterwards was more intense."

"What do you mean, no semen? Didn't you just say you had an orgasm?"

"Potter, do try to keep up. I said it felt like an orgasm. My cock was pulsing and my balls contracting, but not a drop came out. Anyway, that's when I knew I was in deep shit and decided to take the day off. Only, if this doesn't stop, I just know I'm going to die."

"But why can't you stop wanking? Just wait for your erection to subside! It's not so hard, Malfoy. No pun intended."

"Don't you think I've tried? I have rubbed my prick raw! It hurts every fucking time I touch it. But it feels like being under the Imperius, it doesn't matter how hard I try to resist, I end up wanking again. My balls feel like they are about to explode, the pain afterwards is excruciating and it worsens after every orgasm. It feels like a red hot knife is being driven straight through my balls and into my abdomen, Potter. I don't know how much more of this I can take." Draco closed his eyes.

"Well, if that's the case, I'm taking you to St. Mungo's immediately. They'll know what to do."

"Are you fucking kidding me? There is no way I'm going to let anyone see me in this sta.. Oh! Fuck. Fuck! It's starting again. Oh, gods!" He sounded desperately aroused and terrified at the same time.

Malfoy was panting hard, his hand inching towards his cock, and Harry watched, transfixed, as Malfoy's fingers closed around his painfully hard erection. He started to rub it dry, wincing at the burn on his chaffed skin. Harry's cock began to swell again.

"Fuck, it hurts! Gods, I need to come, I need to, Potter!" Malfoy reached down and rammed two fingers inside himself with a pained cry. "Ahh, Merlin help me!"

Bloody hell, that had to hurt. Harry winced. His cock felt like an iron bar inside his trousers and he desperately fought the urge to touch himself. Wouldn't be appropriate, he thought, even if this was the hottest thing he'd ever seen. Bugger.

For a while, the only noise in the room was the sound of Malfoy wanking furiously, panting while Harry held his breath.

"Ahh, gods yes! Fuck, I'm...!" Malfoy arched off the bed, and Harry forgot his own predicament. Malfoy's mouth was open in a silent scream, and Harry could see his balls contracting and his slit fluttering. There was no ejaculate at all.

Malfoy held like that for what felt like ages before collapsing on the bed. Soon after, just like before, he curled into a ball with a pained scream, holding his rock hard dick in his hand and cupping his balls. He was panting and whimpering, and Harry suddenly undrestood the seriousness of the situation. This was so fucked up, and for once he didn't know how to help.

Eventually, Malfoy's pain seemed to subside, and Harry sat on the edge of the bed.

"Bloody hell, Malfoy, you need help! Let me take you to St. Mungo's. I can assure you they won't think anything of it, they'll know what to do. Let me get you some water, you are shaking, for fuck sake."

Harry conjured a glass and filled it with a quick Aguamenti, but when he touched it to Malfoy's lips, he refused to drink.

"I can't! I haven't been able to... pass water since last night, " Malfoy blushed. "My bladder is full to bursting point, and it's agonizingly painful! But I can't urinate with my cock this hard, Potter. Drinking will only make it worse."

Harry hadn't considered this. His concern levels shot straight through the roof. "Come on, Malfoy. Enough of this. I'm taking you with me right now. Can you stand?"

Malfoy tried to sit up, but the pressure in his abdomen made him cry out. "I can't! I... you need to help me."

Harry took hold of Malfoy's legs and slid them towards the edge of the bed. Malfoy tried to move, but he found he couldn't lift himself up without starting an agony of pain. Finally, Harry managed to turn him across the bed and got his legs to dangle down the side. He hooked his arms under Draco's trying to pull him upright. And then it started again.

"Oh, fuck! I need to do it again, Potter!" Malfoy's hand took hold of his erection and started yanking it, biting his lips. Tears of pain welled in his eyes. Harry had had enough.

"Oh, for fuck's sake." Harry forcefully removed Malfoy's hand from his prick and in the same motion, closed his lips around Malfoy's cock. Malfoy's loud cry ended in a sobbing mess of relief.

Harry closed his eyes. Having Malfoy's cock nestled in his mouth felt... interesting. Harry could appreciate just how hard Malfoy was, and how the skin felt chaffed and burning hot. Harry twirled his tongue around the shaft, trying to alleviate the soreness, and drawing a deep moan from Malfoy.

"Oh. Ffff..."

Harry smiled around the cock in his mouth, sliding his tongue soothingly all over it, listening to Malfoy make the most delicious sounds. Harry drew his lips wetly up the hard length, letting it slide against his tongue, then licking just under the head and dragging the tip across the slit. Malfoy began to tremble under his hands, panting and moaning uncontrollably. Then Harry bobbed his head all the way down and as he pulled back up, he gave it a tentative suck. Malfoy screamed. Suddenly, Harry wanted nothing more than to make Malfoy cry with pleasure, and he started sucking in earnest as he undid his own flies, letting his painfully hard cock spring free.

"Harry, Fuck, Harry!" Malfoy was pumping his hips now, thrusting frantically into Harry's mouth, and Harry started fondling his balls, holding them gently, amazed at how swollen they were. Malfoy was a mess of incoherent sounds, and Harry was so desperatly aroused, he was certain he would explode if he didn't touch himself soon. He took Malfoy's cock as deep as he could manage, relaxing his throat and swallowing around the head. He felt Draco's balls draw up and tighten as Malfoy cried out.

"Oh fuck. Oh, God. Oh, fuck Harry! I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come, Gods, Harry!"

Harry sucked hard and Draco came with a desperate cry, shooting what felt like an ocean of ejaculate down Harry's throat, filling his mouth, spilling down his chin, pooling on the sheets beneath them, making Harry choke and gag and swallow and try to hold on. And when at last Harry let go of Malfoy's barely softening prick, he realised Draco had fainted.

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