Beautiful Affliction

By spheeris1

Pairing: Draco/Harry/Draco

Warnings: shifting POV’s…..poetry

(Harry)

How many times have I traveled you? Too many….

And yet I do not know you, not really. I know your body.

I know each valley and each dip, where bone meets flesh.

I have seen black in your eyes, darkened by ecstasy and lust.

Always replaced by cool gray with the dawn. Always shuttered against me.

And your touch burns onto me, like a brand upon my tender skin.

Owned and kept, a desperate whore.

But what price? What price my soul?

You whispered in my ear, breath causing me to shiver.

“Give me all of you….”

But I already have. You have had me and ruined me, broken me and fixed me.

Night brings you, morning drives you away.

And I lay so quiet in crisp white sheets. Sheets stained with our desire.

Stained with your guilt and my shame.

Guilt and shame of wanting this so badly.

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(Draco)

The saint cannot save you. Once you’ve fucked him.

He lets you wallow in the mire, descend into the fray of longing.

And I fall.

So hard, my head hurts during the day. Like a hangover.

But so much worse, I fear. I drink of you. I swallow you whole.

I pull you close and nip at your neck, leaving a trail of red scars. Trying to match the best scar of all.

Flesh on flesh plagues me. I cannot concentrate anymore.

All thoughts lead to you.

In my bed. On my floor. Or anywhere at all.

To consume you and leave you. To ignore all we have done.

All we will do. All I want to do. And you always turn away from me. And I dress so quickly.

And I walk out into heavy fog and mist.

And you do not follow. I let you slip from my memory, only for a moment.

Then you return, like a ghost. Haunting me until I give into you.

You curse me with your body.

Curse me with those eyes.

Eternal damnation in your embrace.

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(Harry)

I wished for winter.

I wanted to feel cold and blank, to remember at time before you touched me.

Instead, I live in summer. Sticky with want. Burning with knowledge.

And your lips are a lake, I dip the oar. Then the boat overturns. Into you.

I drown in hot saliva and feast on your tongue.

I trace the skin of your back, feeling ribs at your side.

And you are warm. You are not winter.

You tug at me restlessly. You are rough tonight. You want and you want more.

I raise my body. Sacrifice to the alter of my addiction.

To my beautiful affliction.

END