SCAR YOU
Draco squirmed impatiently, running the blade of his favorite knife carefully over his lips. He was straddling the sill of one of the windows overlooking the dark lake. He kicked his foot outside in irritation.
The door across the room swung open. Harry gently shut it, removing his Invisibility Cloak in a flash of liquidy silver as he entered.
"I thought you had stood me up," Draco drawled slowly.
Harry shook his head. "Never."
Draco laughed, leaping from his perch and gliding lightly towards Harry. "A week and I already have your top priority."
"Well, erm."
"I love confusing you. You get this look - innocent, naive, saying 'Fuck me now, I'm vulnerable.' " Draco wrapped his arms around Harry, accepting the shorter boy's pressuring kiss.
"Please," Harry begged. Draco groaned in question. "Fuck me now - I'm vulnerable." He leaned back and flashed Draco his most defenseless, seductive look.
Draco stroked Harry's cheek and kissed his neck. "Is that what you want?"
His cheeks blushed a deep shade of pink. "More than anything." Harry's hands quickly unbuttoned Draco's cotton shirt, pushing it open and off to the floor.
"Well, good - 'cause that's not what you're gonna get," Draco teased as he nibbled Harry's neck. "We play this my way."
"And what's your way?" Harry asked quickly between violent kisses.
Pulling back and looking into Harry's eyes, Draco answered, "We don't do anything 'till I say." His fingers curled under Harry's tight white shirt and pulled it up to his chest. "And right now, I say you're to be naked."
Harry raised his arms, allowing Draco to raise the shirt. The neck caught under his nose, though, blinding him. Harry opened his mouth to say something, but Draco stopped him by pressing his own mouth to Harry's. He took advantage of Harry's temporary blindness and grabbed the boy's crotch, squeezing and stroking as Harry gasped into his mouth.
Draco, mouth still sucking hungrily at Harry's, reached behind his back and pulled his long knife from the waistband of his pants. He brought the blade, warm with his own body's heat, to Harry's bare chest. The black haired boy squeaked as the warm blade slid into the olive skin of his chest. Draco pulled him closer, kissed him hard, and yanked the shirt from his head.
Harry pulled back, gasping. His surprised eyes searched Draco's cool ones, then he looked down at his chest, at the thick stream of dark blood running down to his stomach. As he looked back at Draco, confused and a little frightened, the blonde leaned down and licked Harry's wound, swallowing thickly.
Harry felt a small pressure on his chest and looked down. His wound was healed - not a drop of blood nor mark remained. He looked back at Draco, confused. He stared blankly for a moment, then grinned, then pulled Draco by his shoulders into a hungry, violent kiss. He pressed his body against the blonde's, starving for his warmth.
Draco ran the flat side of the blade down the small of Harry's back. "Did you forget something?"
"What?"
Lithe fingers leapt to Harry's fly. "I want you naked." Harry moaned his approval and kicked off his shoes as Draco pushed his jeans and boxers down. Harry stepped out of them as Draco stepped back, letting his eyes travel up and down Harry's short thin body.
Harry squirmed under the scrutiny, looking nervous until Draco spoke. "Kneel," he ordered, voice husky. Harry fell gracefully to his knees in front of Draco, eyes gazing up at him.
Winking up at Draco, Harry unbuttoned the top button of Draco's jeans, but the blonde stopped him. Grabbing Harry's wrists and pulling them out, Draco reproached, "I don't think so, Potter." He lowered himself slowly so that he was straddling Harry's lap. "My way, remember?"
"Yah. So where does your way take us next, huh?" Harry cocked his head to the side.
Draco moaned softly in response, leaning the other boy back. Harry hissed as his bare skin hit the cold stone floor and straightened out his legs. Draco straddled his middle and brought the knife back to Harry's chest.
Harry whined as Draco pressed the knife into his stomach, pulling up toward his neck. Draco's tongue followed behind the knife, licking up the salty blood. Harry's chest healed instantly as the blonde ran his tongue over the wound.
Harry quickly grew hard as Draco and his knife brought their pain-pleasure combo lower on his body. Draco played the knife around his navel, tongue and mouth exploring the area. He kissed the gentle line of dark hair leading to lower, primal places. Harry moaned, begging the blonde to continue down.
"Please, Draco!"
Draco sat up on Harry's legs and looked at the boy with hard eyes. "What'd you call me?"
" ... Draco," Harry repeated, writhing on the floor.
"So, I suck you off one time and we're suddenly on a first-name basis? ... I like it..." Draco pressed down again on Harry's chest, kissing him hard. Harry eagerly accepted his probing tongue, moaning for more. "...Harry..."
Teasingly, Draco barely brushed his lips against the other boy's. He leaned back and looked down into Harry's startling eyes. He lowered his mouth to Harry's forehead, pushing his messy hair back. Draco kissed the scar there, lingering.
He sat up and brought the tip of his silver blade to rest on the lightning bolt-shaped mark. He carefully ran the tip along the scar, careful as to not cut Harry's skin. "Mmmmm ..."
"What?" Harry breathed.
Draco just grinned and kissed Harry once more before scooting down his legs. He ran his empty hand down the boy's bare heaving chest, curling the short dark hairs at his groin around his fingers. Draco brought his mouth deliciously close to Harry's erection, breathing hard. He stuck his tongue out but did not touch Harry.
He just teased with his breath and an unsaid promise.
"Please..."
Instead of taking Harry in his mouth, Draco kissed and nibbled at the tender spot of skin right where his hip and leg met. Harry moaned as Draco licked a long line from mid-thigh to his hipbone. He sat back and tenderly placed the knife just below the boy's hipbone and slid it under his skin.
Harry hissed sharply as the knife followed down the path Draco's tongue had just made.
Draco carefully dragged the blade down, sliding through Harry's skin not too deep, but in just enough to sting. To scar.
The blonde raised his body, silhouetting himself against the moon shining through the large window. He brought the blade to his mouth and carefully wrapped his tongue around it, lapping up Harry's dark blood hungrily.
Instead of licking at the cut he had inflicted on Harry's hip like before, Draco ran his fingers gently over it. The flow of blood stopped and the wound healed, though this time Draco's blade left it's tale.
Draco had marked Harry where only those most intimate with the boy would see.
Harry breathed in deep, holding back a scream as Draco fingered the tender wound roughly. The blonde leaned down and gently kissed the scar on Harry's head.
"Now you're mine..."
"Yes," Harry said weakly, pulling Draco's face down into a coarse, sloppy kiss. "Yours..." he mumbled against Draco's tongue. He moved his hands from the silvery hair of the boy above him and down his back; Harry gently rubbed his palms against the smooth cotton slacks covering Draco's butt and legs. He worked his hands down and around, pressing them into the tiny space between their bodies; he fumbled with Draco's fly.
Draco, mouth still pressed to Harry's, grabbed the boy's wrists roughly. "No," he ordered. "Not tonight."
"Why?"
"'Cause I said so, Potter, now behave," Draco purred with a grin. "Or this'll never happen again..."
Harry nodded. "'Kay."
"M'kay," Draco answered, nuzzling at Harry's neck. With that, he stood and straightened his slacks and putting his shirt back on, turning away from the boy.
Harry opened his eyes and perched up on his elbows. "Where're you going?" Draco grinned at him as he reached out his hand. Harry took it and stood up.
Draco gently brushed Harry's mussed hair off his forehead and kissed his scar, then his eyelids one by one, the tip of his nose, and finely planted a penetrating kiss on his lips. "I'll see you later ... Harry."
"But..."
Licking his lips and flashing his eyes at him, Draco ran a cool fingertip over the fresh scar on Harry's hip. "No 'buts.' Later, Harry."
Draco pinched Harry's bare ass and left, closing the door lightly behind him. Harry stood in the middle of the moonlit room, naked, alone, and unfulfilled.
He sighed and ran his hands down his body, toying first with his sensitized nipples and playing lower, one hand running over the mark Draco had left on his hip and the other moving to enjoy what the surly blonde had denied him...
Draco squirmed impatiently, running the blade of his favorite knife carefully over his lips. He was straddling the sill of one of the windows overlooking the dark lake. He kicked his foot outside in irritation.
The door across the room swung open. Harry gently shut it, removing his Invisibility Cloak in a flash of liquidy silver as he entered.
"I thought you had stood me up," Draco drawled slowly.
Harry shook his head. "Never."
Draco laughed, leaping from his perch and gliding lightly towards Harry. "A week and I already have your top priority."
"Well, erm."
"I love confusing you. You get this look - innocent, naive, saying 'Fuck me now, I'm vulnerable.' " Draco wrapped his arms around Harry, accepting the shorter boy's pressuring kiss.
"Please," Harry begged. Draco groaned in question. "Fuck me now - I'm vulnerable." He leaned back and flashed Draco his most defenseless, seductive look.
Draco stroked Harry's cheek and kissed his neck. "Is that what you want?"
His cheeks blushed a deep shade of pink. "More than anything." Harry's hands quickly unbuttoned Draco's cotton shirt, pushing it open and off to the floor.
"Well, good - 'cause that's not what you're gonna get," Draco teased as he nibbled Harry's neck. "We play this my way."
"And what's your way?" Harry asked quickly between violent kisses.
Pulling back and looking into Harry's eyes, Draco answered, "We don't do anything 'till I say." His fingers curled under Harry's tight white shirt and pulled it up to his chest. "And right now, I say you're to be naked."
Harry raised his arms, allowing Draco to raise the shirt. The neck caught under his nose, though, blinding him. Harry opened his mouth to say something, but Draco stopped him by pressing his own mouth to Harry's. He took advantage of Harry's temporary blindness and grabbed the boy's crotch, squeezing and stroking as Harry gasped into his mouth.
Draco, mouth still sucking hungrily at Harry's, reached behind his back and pulled his long knife from the waistband of his pants. He brought the blade, warm with his own body's heat, to Harry's bare chest. The black haired boy squeaked as the warm blade slid into the olive skin of his chest. Draco pulled him closer, kissed him hard, and yanked the shirt from his head.
Harry pulled back, gasping. His surprised eyes searched Draco's cool ones, then he looked down at his chest, at the thick stream of dark blood running down to his stomach. As he looked back at Draco, confused and a little frightened, the blonde leaned down and licked Harry's wound, swallowing thickly.
Harry felt a small pressure on his chest and looked down. His wound was healed - not a drop of blood nor mark remained. He looked back at Draco, confused. He stared blankly for a moment, then grinned, then pulled Draco by his shoulders into a hungry, violent kiss. He pressed his body against the blonde's, starving for his warmth.
Draco ran the flat side of the blade down the small of Harry's back. "Did you forget something?"
"What?"
Lithe fingers leapt to Harry's fly. "I want you naked." Harry moaned his approval and kicked off his shoes as Draco pushed his jeans and boxers down. Harry stepped out of them as Draco stepped back, letting his eyes travel up and down Harry's short thin body.
Harry squirmed under the scrutiny, looking nervous until Draco spoke. "Kneel," he ordered, voice husky. Harry fell gracefully to his knees in front of Draco, eyes gazing up at him.
Winking up at Draco, Harry unbuttoned the top button of Draco's jeans, but the blonde stopped him. Grabbing Harry's wrists and pulling them out, Draco reproached, "I don't think so, Potter." He lowered himself slowly so that he was straddling Harry's lap. "My way, remember?"
"Yah. So where does your way take us next, huh?" Harry cocked his head to the side.
Draco moaned softly in response, leaning the other boy back. Harry hissed as his bare skin hit the cold stone floor and straightened out his legs. Draco straddled his middle and brought the knife back to Harry's chest.
Harry whined as Draco pressed the knife into his stomach, pulling up toward his neck. Draco's tongue followed behind the knife, licking up the salty blood. Harry's chest healed instantly as the blonde ran his tongue over the wound.
Harry quickly grew hard as Draco and his knife brought their pain-pleasure combo lower on his body. Draco played the knife around his navel, tongue and mouth exploring the area. He kissed the gentle line of dark hair leading to lower, primal places. Harry moaned, begging the blonde to continue down.
"Please, Draco!"
Draco sat up on Harry's legs and looked at the boy with hard eyes. "What'd you call me?"
" ... Draco," Harry repeated, writhing on the floor.
"So, I suck you off one time and we're suddenly on a first-name basis? ... I like it..." Draco pressed down again on Harry's chest, kissing him hard. Harry eagerly accepted his probing tongue, moaning for more. "...Harry..."
Teasingly, Draco barely brushed his lips against the other boy's. He leaned back and looked down into Harry's startling eyes. He lowered his mouth to Harry's forehead, pushing his messy hair back. Draco kissed the scar there, lingering.
He sat up and brought the tip of his silver blade to rest on the lightning bolt-shaped mark. He carefully ran the tip along the scar, careful as to not cut Harry's skin. "Mmmmm ..."
"What?" Harry breathed.
Draco just grinned and kissed Harry once more before scooting down his legs. He ran his empty hand down the boy's bare heaving chest, curling the short dark hairs at his groin around his fingers. Draco brought his mouth deliciously close to Harry's erection, breathing hard. He stuck his tongue out but did not touch Harry.
He just teased with his breath and an unsaid promise.
"Please..."
Instead of taking Harry in his mouth, Draco kissed and nibbled at the tender spot of skin right where his hip and leg met. Harry moaned as Draco licked a long line from mid-thigh to his hipbone. He sat back and tenderly placed the knife just below the boy's hipbone and slid it under his skin.
Harry hissed sharply as the knife followed down the path Draco's tongue had just made.
Draco carefully dragged the blade down, sliding through Harry's skin not too deep, but in just enough to sting. To scar.
The blonde raised his body, silhouetting himself against the moon shining through the large window. He brought the blade to his mouth and carefully wrapped his tongue around it, lapping up Harry's dark blood hungrily.
Instead of licking at the cut he had inflicted on Harry's hip like before, Draco ran his fingers gently over it. The flow of blood stopped and the wound healed, though this time Draco's blade left it's tale.
Draco had marked Harry where only those most intimate with the boy would see.
Harry breathed in deep, holding back a scream as Draco fingered the tender wound roughly. The blonde leaned down and gently kissed the scar on Harry's head.
"Now you're mine..."
"Yes," Harry said weakly, pulling Draco's face down into a coarse, sloppy kiss. "Yours..." he mumbled against Draco's tongue. He moved his hands from the silvery hair of the boy above him and down his back; Harry gently rubbed his palms against the smooth cotton slacks covering Draco's butt and legs. He worked his hands down and around, pressing them into the tiny space between their bodies; he fumbled with Draco's fly.
Draco, mouth still pressed to Harry's, grabbed the boy's wrists roughly. "No," he ordered. "Not tonight."
"Why?"
"'Cause I said so, Potter, now behave," Draco purred with a grin. "Or this'll never happen again..."
Harry nodded. "'Kay."
"M'kay," Draco answered, nuzzling at Harry's neck. With that, he stood and straightened his slacks and putting his shirt back on, turning away from the boy.
Harry opened his eyes and perched up on his elbows. "Where're you going?" Draco grinned at him as he reached out his hand. Harry took it and stood up.
Draco gently brushed Harry's mussed hair off his forehead and kissed his scar, then his eyelids one by one, the tip of his nose, and finely planted a penetrating kiss on his lips. "I'll see you later ... Harry."
"But..."
Licking his lips and flashing his eyes at him, Draco ran a cool fingertip over the fresh scar on Harry's hip. "No 'buts.' Later, Harry."
Draco pinched Harry's bare ass and left, closing the door lightly behind him. Harry stood in the middle of the moonlit room, naked, alone, and unfulfilled.
He sighed and ran his hands down his body, toying first with his sensitized nipples and playing lower, one hand running over the mark Draco had left on his hip and the other moving to enjoy what the surly blonde had denied him...