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SMUT \sm∂t\ a) Obscenity in speech or writing. b) Pornography.
Week Three Challenge 
9th-Nov-2003 11:37 pm
fairy!anj
Week Three Challenge

Title: Habit
Word Count: 418
Rating: R
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Scenario: Harry and Draco are in love, but neither of them wants to admit it.
Words to use:
*bellicose: pugnacious, in a fighting manner.
*vagary: a strange or erratic idea or action
A/N: Yes, it is rather shorter than usual, but I've been SO uninspired today, AND I'm behind on NaNo. Hope you like it anyhow.


Harry’s hips jerk upward, the dripping tip of his cock bumping up against Draco’s uvula. Draco doesn’t even flinch. Harry bites his lip so he doesn’t say something stupid, like “I love you.” He doesn’t love Draco. He can’t. Draco is supposed to be his rival, his opposite, someone he needs to be whole…but this is just about sex. There isn’t any emotion involved, is there? This is just to forget, to feel something other than anger and hatred and sadness and emptiness and that dull sense of obligation. He wants to live before he dies, and he doesn’t doubt that death is his due. Perhaps it will even be Draco who kills him. Somehow, this thought pushes him over the edge.

As Harry’s head falls back on the head and his balls tighten, shooting a stream of sticky, salty-sweet come into Draco’s throat, Draco feels complete for a moment, as if everything is really all right, as if there isn’t a war going on out there. As if he doesn’t have to worry about choosing sides. For a split second, or perhaps several split seconds, every day, Draco forgets about the horrors of the world. And it’s because of Harry.

Harry’s arched back relaxes, and Draco licks the heated flesh carefully before sliding up Harry’s body. They stare at each other for a moment, Harry’s green eyes sparkling with unshed tears, Draco’s silver eyes almost completely black. They do not kiss though. They never kiss. That would provide too much emotion, be too personal. They just look at each other, saying nothing. They don’t need to.

A faint smile crosses Harry’s face and he rolls over onto his stomach, pushing himself up onto hands and knees. Draco positions himself behind the other boy and slides into him in one smooth, habitual thrust. Harry moans. Draco lets out a shaky half-sigh. They settle into an easy rhythm, not having to think about it, or anything else, for that matter. Draco’s motions speed, become rougher, almost bellicose. Harry mewls and arches up against him, hands braced against the headboard. Together, they reach a realm of pleasure and satiation, a place where nobody and nothing can touch them, where everything is right and life is absolutely perfect.

And together, as they moan out each other’s names for the first time, breaking with the tradition of silence that’s clung to them for the last countless number of months, they have a vagary.

Perhaps this isn’t so different from love after all.
Comments 
14th-Dec-2003 10:35 am (UTC)
Awww...I love Harry/Draco.And your icon is really cool too.Harry and Draco just have to be together.They really do!!!
Anyway it was a cool ficlet keep it on.
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