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It was a trail of death left behind without much effort to hide it. For months, a trail of dead men had been accumulating around a single suspect: Draco Malfoy, the last person they had all seen before they left.
They were all boyfriends or one-night stands, but they never lasted long.
The crime was so open that it was strange for the Ministry not to have apprehended the former Death Eater. Stranger still, they had sent Harry Potter himself to investigate an abandoned mansion where a body had just been found.
Harry was apprehensive. After years as an Auror he wasn't afraid of old, dark buildings, but there was something about this setting itself - perhaps the imminence of meeting Draco Malfoy again - that made his whole body shiver in anticipation.
Her footsteps echoed off the old walls of the mansion, she was in the middle of nowhere, close to nowhere. Harry had to admit to himself that this mansion didn't measure up to the glamour of Malfoy Manor even in its worst days, but as everyone knew, it had been seized by the Ministry and Malfoy had disappeared ever since. Until his fateful return, which surrounded so many premature deaths.
Harry finally reached a room, the door was ajar and inside was Malfoy, in front of a dressing table, brushing his platinum hair that shone in the moonlight. The beams of light crossed his grey eyes and red lips. Harry entered quietly, wand in hand, ready to arrest yet another criminal.
"I've had enough of all men." Malfoy spoke suddenly, his eyes fixed on the mirror and his hands moving mechanically "They don't satisfy me, they're not enough. None of them. They're all the same, they want the same thing, they tell the same lies, just to get you somewhere and then disappear."
Malfoy sighs, letting go of the brush and running his middle fingers under his eyes, right over the dark circles.
"I'm beautiful. Too much even for my own safety and yet I haven't found the man for me, the man I really want, do you know what he's like, Potter? I don't think so, nobody does."
Harry fidgeted where he stood, starting to get restless. Despite his first impulse, he remains silent.
"I want a man who is completely obsessed with me, who can't take his eyes off my body, who desires me so desperately that he can't breathe. I want someone who makes me his oxygen, I want someone who can't live without me. Do you understand? What do you think it would feel like to have someone love you so possessively that they'd rip off another man's hand just to touch what's yours? I want a man who will obey me, fulfil my requests and pamper me constantly."
Another sigh cuts through the tension in the room. Malfoy picks up what looks like a make-up brush and begins to apply it to her cheeks, turning them an almost natural shade of pink. Malfoy's voice implied that this was just a normal everyday conversation, not some bizarre confession from his bosom.
Harry's head began to spin, his thoughts confused and his skin prickled. He could feel his body heating up with Malfoy's every word.
"It's so hard to find a man of that breed, believe me, I've tried for a long time, they never get the tone right and they cross the line, they get toxic and violent with me. But that's not what I want, that's not what I've been asking for. I want someone to die for me, to kill for me. I wasn't born to be loved, I was born to be worshipped like a god, like the stars. He wants to be admired for my beauty, because I'm so beautiful."
Malfoy's voice became lower and lower and softer and softer.
"I want someone strong enough that I can trust and hand over all control, so that I don't have to think anymore, and I want that in bed too. Wild, submissive sex, being taken to paradise and not feeling anything anymore. Yeah, yeah, I want someone to worship me, fuck me..." Malfoy finally looked away from the mirror to glance over his shoulder at Harry. "... Kill me."
That single word paralysed Harry.
"Do you want someone to kill you?" Harry's voice was thick with a feeling he wasn't going to let show.
Malfoy laughed as he stood up, turning his full attention to Harry and taking slow, dragging steps towards him.
"No, you bastard." He said in a strangely affectionate voice, "I want you to kill me."
Harry didn't have time to question, Malfoy was already ready to explain the doubts that were clear on his face.
The more Malfoy moved, the more Harry couldn't help thinking about how gracefully he moved, with his slender, lean and pointed body. But beautiful, of all things, he really was.
"I want you to kill me Potter. If I can't have what I want, no, what I deserve, then I don't want anything. Come on, it's not a bad thing, you've come to arrest me because of the murders I committed, no-one will care if the Chosen One, the Golden Boy, the Boy Who Lived Twice, the great Auror Harry Potter kills the scum ex-Death Eaters."
Malfoy was nothing if not seductive at this point, he reached out and smoothed Harry's massive chest.
"Kill me, come on, I'm begging you please," he whispered in his ear.
"No." Harry finally replies.
He feels Malfoy go rigid against his body. "No?"
"No."
Malfoy tries to pull away, but Harry brings his free hand to his waist and grips it, pressing the slim, pale body against his own.
"Why not? You can claim it was self-defence, everyone will believe you. Or do you just not want to kill someone? Don't you have any ideas? I'll give you some." Malfoy now looks a little more desperate, a stark contrast to his relaxed manner of earlier.
Malfoy took advantage of the proximity to wrap his arms around Harry's neck and lose his grip, making his skin crawl with the contact. The timbre of Malfoy's vocal chords echoed throughout his body as he spoke.
"You can put your hands on me and hang me, I'd like that, in fact, I'd die feeling pleasure, you know. My corpse would have the last imprint of your hands on it, it seems only fair, given our history." Harry doesn't know why, but Malfoy's words run straight down with his blood, pooling in his groin. "Or you could use your wand, the death curse would give me a quick and clean death. Or, a better idea, we'll go down to the kitchen and you can dismember me, then I'll die just like my victims."
"You'd never be able to kill anyone, Malfoy." Harry replied with difficulty
Malfoy's laughter filled Harry's chest painfully.
"I already have."
"You haven't."
"What do you mean, no? Isn't that what you came for? To arrest me for the murder spree?"
"Don't treat me like I'm stupid, Malfoy, and don't try to take credit for something I did."
At that, Malfoy actually froze, his breath caught and his body trembled. Harry pressed him even harder against his body, against his groin, making Malfoy feel how hard Harry was.
"What do you mean?"
"I can be the man you want, Malfoy. Draco. I can be the man you deserve, the man you need, just right, exactly as your wishes dictate."
Draco breathed slowly again, pushing his hips against Harry's, letting out a low moan that almost drove him mad.
"Did you kill them?"
"Each one." Harry admitted.
"Why?"
"Because you're mine."
An uncomfortable silence hung over them. Harry thought that perhaps he had gone too far, telling the truth and revealing himself, that wasn't the plan, the plan was to get rid of all those disgusting men who tried to steal what was his, to get close to Draco and win him over.
But Draco never came out of hiding and it wasn't long before he was blamed for the murders and began to run away from the Aurors.
Harry had never felt such despair in his life. He couldn't lose Draco, he couldn't.
"I'm yours if you're mine." Draco broke the silence, his voice anxious and his lips kissing his neck.
"I am, I've been yours for a long time."
With those words, Draco lets out another of his little moans and Harry simply goes mad, he can't hold back any longer.
He releases Draco from his arm, who stares at him in confusion, and grabs him again, only to push him against the nearest wall and kiss him violently. Their lips meet savagely, their tongues dance back and forth and their bodies press together with urgency.
Harry's hair stands on end, getting harder with every touch. Harry runs his hands over Draco's full arse and squeezes it.
Draco, unable to contain himself, moans into the kiss, rubbing himself even harder against Harry's body. They separate, panting, eyes closed and foreheads connected, trying to regularise their breathing. Just as Harry thinks about pulling away - even if it's the most painful thing in the world - Draco jumps into his lap, wrapping his legs around his waist and his arms around his neck.
"Fuck me, please." Draco begs softly.
"With pleasure."
Harry throws Draco onto the bed and doesn't take his time, climbing on top of him and starting to undress him. The first glimpses of pale skin are quickly covered by Harry's mouth, which kisses, sucks and licks hard, making his lover squirm deliciously beneath him.
Harry pushes his hips against Draco's, pulling away a little to give the other man space. Away from each other's arms, the room is cold and empty, Draco misses Harry's weight on him immediately and leans forwards, desperately seeking more contact.
Harry's hands push him down brutally.
"Take your clothes off," he growls and gets off Draco.
Draco, desperate to get back to kissing, gets down on his knees on the mattress and wastes no time removing every layer of clothing from his body. He smiles at Harry, who looks hungrier and fiercer with every piece of clothing removed. Draco knows he's beautiful, he knows he's perfect, he knows he'll fall apart in no time.
When Draco gets rid of his last piece of clothing, Harry still hasn't moved. Draco is confused, Harry realises, until he isn't anymore. His lover gets on all fours and crawls to the end of the bed, wrapping his arms around Harry's neck and rubbing against him, feeling the cold buttons of Harry's Auror robes.
"A bit impatient, aren't you?"
Harry covers Draco's mouth with his and kisses him passionately, intensely, with desire. His hands roam around Draco's slender waist, squeezing the pale flesh until he's sure that the marks of his fingers will remain there the next morning, his hands wander further and further, until they reach Draco's full arse. Harry separates his buttocks and brushes his first finger over Draco's wrinkled ring.
Draco moans and writhes in the kiss, pushing his body into even closer contact with Harry. Harry pulls Draco's hands away to start removing his own clothes, but Draco stops him, pulling out of the kiss.
"No." Draco tries to say between moans, tilting his head back so that Harry can chase the pale skin of his neck. "Don't take your clothes off, I want you to fuck me naked while... um... fuck... aw, Merlin, while I'm naked for you."
Harry growls into Draco's neck and pushes him down on the bed, freeing his stiff cock from his trousers, but without taking it out, just as his lover had requested. Harry strokes his cock, pushing it further forward. He realises that Draco is salivating, and looking down at his big, throbbing member, he opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue.
"You cheap slut, you won't even try to preserve a shred of decency." Harry sneers, but without really being able to deny Draco anything, he climbs on top of his lover to the height of his mouth and places his cock slowly inside Draco's throat, thrusting his hips slowly. "Aw, fuck, your throat is so hot, your mouth is so wet."
Draco slurps on his delicious cock and then sucks hard, eliciting a guttural moan from Harry. Draco pushes him onto the bed, climbing on top of Harry and rubbing himself, going down to his cock and kissing his veins, licking his balls and sucking the head until he tastes the salty flavour of pre-cum on his tongue. Draco moans into Harry's cock, making him shudder and twitch.
Harry pulls him back, grabbing his hair and kissing him hard, feeling his own taste in Draco's mouth.
"Be a good boy." Harry whispers and gives Draco two of his fingers to suck.
Which he does masterfully, showing as much enthusiasm as he had for his cock.
When his fingers were very wet, Harry took them out of Draco's mouth with a snap and wasted no time in inserting them into his greedy arse, making scissoring movements. Draco moaned softly and uncontrollably in his ear, trembling and mumbling nonsense, melting into Harry's arms.
Harry threw him violently onto the bed again, his eyes filled with lust, bursting with hunger and savagery. His hard cock brushes against Draco's bare thighs, before burying itself in his hot hole.
"How tight you are, I could cum just from being inside you."
Draco squeezes him even tighter around him, lifting his left knee to his chest, showing Harry his arse, completely filled by his huge, thick cock. Harry stirs after a few seconds, almost going mad when he hears what he's capable of doing to the blond, who has just been reduced to erotic noises so beautiful and pleasurable that they're almost better than the sex itself.
Almost.
Because fucking Draco's hole is the eighth wonder of the world, nothing in the world is better than burying your cock deep inside that greedy arsehole, which takes it more and more, driving it deeper, squeezing it more eagerly. Draco's legs wrap around Harry's neck just as his arms did before, squeezing him, hugging him and bringing Harry as close to Draco as possible.
"You feel so good, my pretty little slut, I can't believe I've held back for so long to have you in my bed like this, all open and moaning, taking my cock as your fucking salvation. Fuck you all over." Harry grunted. "And I'm going to kill every motherfucker who dares to flirt with you, to look at you like you've got a chance."
Draco groaned even louder, a high-pitched, shrill cry that only meant one thing. Harry began slamming into that single spot over and over again, watching Draco's drool run down his chest, his mouth open, screaming with pleasure.
"You'll live with my seed inside you, no matter the day or the place, you'll always have my cum deep in your arse, you'll feel me all day, every day." Harry kept talking.
Harry brought his hands to Draco's immaculate neck and squeezed it with a technique that he knew wouldn't leave him breathless, but would only give him pleasure.
It was all too much for Draco, the place, Harry's cock, his words. Draco was having the biggest orgasm of his life, his cock twitching as the clear liquid leaked out. Harry came soon after, coming so hard that his balls ached, his seed simulating the last thrusts into his lover's prostate. Harry fell panting on top of Draco and when he threatened to pull out, the blond pinned him down with his legs, forcing him to stay inside his hot hole.
Draco squeezed and released Harry's cock with his arse, making it throb and come alive again. Draco kissed him eagerly, making Harry forget everything and focus all his consciousness on his delicious, wet mouth.
"I've just imagined a million different ways to make you come on my ex-boyfriends' graves." Draco whispered in his ear.
Harry couldn't help but smile. "Tell me."
"I'd rather show you."
With that, Draco climbed into his lap, making Harry's back fall onto the mattress, moving slowly, seeming to test the movements and making Harry hard again.
"I can tell you how I killed each one." Harry suggested.
Draco moaned louder, loving the idea and riding Harry's cock faster and faster, starting another moaning session.
"I love you." Draco told him.
"I love you."
And just like that, Harry knew he would never tire of it.