Draco dragged Harry forcefully to the scene of their last lusty smutfest. After he cast Locking and Silencing Spells on the room, he lit the torch. Dark shadows retreated to their corners in the face of its flickering light. Before Harry could regain his breath, Draco cast a complicated spell to chain Harry's arms and legs, spread-eagled, to the wall. Harry, understandably, was shocked sober by this new development.

"Malfoy, what the fuck?"

Draco, oblivious, began to stalk back and forth across the room in front of Harry. "This entire situation has gotten way out of control," he said, seething. "It's fucking with my head, Potter. It's all become a confusing, infuriating bloody mess," he growled.

"Yes," Harry agreed warily, "but I'm a little uncertain about why you felt the need to chain me to the wall."

"Potter," Draco snapped. "You will shut up and listen, or I'll silence you myself."

Harry prudently nodded.

"This was meant to be a breeze," Draco began. "A fantastic opportunity to capitalize on an unfortunate event. I wanted to avoid my impending nuptials with the pug-nosed bitch and escape my initiation into old Red-Eye's Imperial Fascists Club without losing my entire inheritance. You wanted to, I presume, give a good old 'fuck you very much' to the loser plebes that think they've the right to run your life while they make plans to nail you to a bloody cross and sacrifice you to the gods like a bunch of 1st Century halfwits."

He paused to take in a breath after his loquacious monologue and looked to Harry for confirmation. Harry nodded again.

"That's where things got fucking complicated," Draco exclaimed. "I didn't count on either of us actually turning out to be gay. I didn't count on losing control in public several times." He glowered accusingly at Harry.

Harry shrugged mutely.

"This is just typical," Draco continued cynically. "This is just how my life goes. Every nefarious plot I ever devise is thwarted somehow. Usually by you, Potter, you bleeding pillock. I should've seen it coming. Once again, I'm fucked over royally by the universe."

Harry struggled desperately to cover his amusement.

Draco tipped his head to the ceiling and flung out his arms. "Yeah, you heard me!" he shouted. "Fucking universe, thinking you can just fuck a bloke over. I'll have you know, I'm a Malfoy, and Malfoys don't take lightly to being fucked in the arse."

Harry raised a brow.

"Figuratively, of course." He paused. "The point is, Malfoys decide how it's going to be. Not some trumped up, skanky-arsed Higher Power."

"Malfoy…" Harry said warily.

Draco sneered. "Did I say it was time for you to talk? This is really all your fault, Potter."

Harry frowned.

Draco moved closer, his eyes roving over Harry. "You stand there, all chained up and at my mercy, in that bloody fabric." He scowled. "It's bad enough that I'm gay. But no; Master Universe, that fucking fashion-deficient sadist, decides it'll be bloody hilarious to make me want to rip your clothes off, piece by piece, and do dirty things to you that I have no idea how to even contemplate let alone carry out."

Harry smirked. "No one would blame you, love," he said. "I'm bloody hot, not to mention that I've nothing on beneath my trousers." He wriggled temptingly.

Draco stepped forward menacingly. "Need I remind you which of us is chained to the wall?" He paused thoughtfully. "I could do whatever I want with you."

Harry gulped.

"I could tear off that pesky robe," he continued, voice dripping with seduction. "I could rip that vest in two with my bare hands."

Harry shivered, squirming against his bonds.

Draco took a step closer. "I could undo every button on the thrice-damned fabric of that shirt from top to bottom and lick every inch of flesh along the way."

Harry moaned, cursing the visible evidence of his growing arousal.

Leaning in, Draco whispered against Harry's ear, "Do you want me to, Harry? Do you want me to see what's underneath those trousers?"

Harry shuddered, arching his hips helplessly.

"You can speak now, Harry," Draco murmured.

"Holy fucking Merlin, Malfoy, yes!" Harry hissed.

Draco didn't really know what he was doing, but fuck if he was going to stop now. He licked a trail up Harry's throat, planting kisses along the line of his jaw. Harry's breath hitched and Draco reveled in it. He ran his tongue in a broad swipe across Harry's full lips while he unfastened his robes, letting the bulk of it fall away, forgotten.

Harry groaned as Draco's teeth sank into his lower lip. His mouth opened on a gasp, and Draco plunged his tongue inside forcefully. Harry greedily allowed it, following his instincts and sucking it firmly. Draco moaned against him, reaching up to clutch Harry's raven locks in his fingers.

"I…" he whispered against Harry's lips. "Not quite sure what I'm doing…"

Harry chuckled, voice shaky with desire. "You're doing just fine, Draco." He nibbled Draco's lips, and plunged his tongue in, tauntingly.

"Fuck," Draco cursed.

"Mmm," Harry murmured, arching his hips. "You can do anything you want with me, Draco. You can have me naked and writhing before you, utterly helpless. You can do all those things you've been dreaming of since we started this bloody game."

"Fuck, Harry, fuck," Draco said desperately. He pressed their foreheads together, breathing heavily.

Harry grinned. "Take, if you want a slice. If you want a piece, if it feels alright."

Draco's lips quirked at the mention of the song they'd been flying to on that fateful day when this all started. Then, Harry hissed in Parseltongue and Draco's world fell apart.

"I…" he whispered uncertainly.

"I trust you," Harry whispered.

Draco groaned; the last of his inhibitions stripped away. He pushed Harry roughly back against the wall and bit harshly again on his lower lip, drawing blood. The combination of Harry's plump flesh and the coppery tang of blood made his entire body vibrate each and every time. Then, as promised, he grasped the v-neck of Harry's vest and ripped it down the center.

Harry cried out. Who knew having his expensive clothes ripped off by Draco Malfoy, Fashion Whore Extraordinaire, would be so utterly and irrevocably hot. Who knew he'd practically come in his pants at the concept of being dominated by said Fashion Whore. The idea of domination in the strictest sense was unpleasant to Harry, but with Malfoy, it was different. Then again, everything with Malfoy was different, and had been since the day they met.

Draco rubbed his hands up and down the silky texture of Harry's shirt, enthralled by the perfect fabric and the perfect flesh beneath. Running his hands back to the collar, he released the first button, plunging his tongue in to taste Harry's Adam's apple. Harry hissed and shuddered beautifully beneath his ministrations. Draco diligently released each and every button, following the exposed path of skin with his lips and tongue.

Harry whimpered. "Fuck…yes…more," he begged helplessly.

Draco spread the shirt apart, admiring the toned flesh underneath. He'd never done anything remotely like this before, but Harry had always driven him to new heights without fail. Why not this, too? Leaning in, he ran his tongue experimentally over Harry's left nipple. Harry hissed sibilantly, arching upward desperately.

"You like that, do you?" Draco teased.

"Oh, God," Harry rasped.

"Hmm," Draco murmured against Harry's chest, moving his tongue to let Harry's right nipple join in the fun. "Not God, Potter, just me."

"Nggh!" was Harry's only reply when Draco bit down lightly on the puckered nub.

Draco was having a hard time controlling himself. How in Circe's name had he never realized he was gay? More importantly, why had he and Harry wasted so many fucking years at each other's throats when they could've been… well, at each other's throats? This was a much better way to engage in witty repartee. Screw words and wands and fists. Lips and tongues and worshipping hands made far superior weapons. Instead of neither one ever fully winning, now they were both winning.

He ran his tongue daringly down Harry's sternum, plunging tauntingly into his belly button. His entire life made sense when Harry screamed. He pulled back, taking in the thoroughly debauched and intensely hot picture Harry made: vest ripped in two, shirt laid open temptingly to reveal puckered, sensitive nipples. Harry's head hung forward; wide, glazed eyes meeting his own; tongue peeking out to lick red, swollen lips.

"You're so fucking beautiful," Draco rasped, running a hand down Harry's flushed cheek, and then reaching out to flick each nipple with his fingers. He ran his hands down Harry's sides and brushed gently over the waistband of his dark trousers. He remembered, suddenly, that Harry wasn't wearing anything underneath. He gasped as he ran his hands over Harry's hips. "Merlin," he cursed.

Harry smirked, running his eyes down Draco's body to his obvious erection. "The guys said even if you weren't gay, you would be if I went balls-out."

Draco gulped. He pressed the length of his body against Harry's, and leaned in to whisper in his ear. "What do you want, Harry?"

Harry moaned. "Anything. Everything."

Draco ran his hands up Harry's bound arms and then back down his sides, landing on his waist. He pulled Harry's hips against his own, roughly grinding their cocks together through their trousers. He groaned, letting his head come to rest on Harry's shoulder, biting down hard on the curve of his neck.

"Sssssss," Harry hissed, loving the combined pleasure and pain caused by Draco's blunt teeth. He arched his hips outward to increase the friction between them.

"Fuck," Draco cursed, pulling his head back to plunder Harry's mouth.

"Draco," Harry murmured against his lips.

"Tell me what you want, Harry," Draco said unsteadily.

Green eyes met gray, and the air between them sizzled. "Take your clothes off," Harry whispered. "I want to see you."

Draco opened his mouth, but didn't trust himself to speak. The desire in Harry's eyes spurred him on. He quickly removed his shoes, socks and cloak, tossing them carelessly away. Then, he pulled his vest over his head, leaving his silky locks tousled. Harry licked his lips, eyes not leaving Draco's body for a single second.

Harry watched Draco avidly; the unveiling of a Greek god right before his eyes set his blood boiling. Buttons slowly slipped from their holes, and when Harry ran his gaze upward to meet Draco's, he saw a hint of uncertainty there, lurking beneath the haughty smirk. He let Draco see the hunger in his eyes and was rewarded when Draco shrugged the shirt elegantly from his shoulders. When Draco began to unfasten his trousers, Harry arched helplessly against the chains, moaning at the sight of tight, sheer material barely covering the stiffened length of Draco's cock.

Draco finished his striptease and Harry drank in the sight of his naked form. "You're so fucking hot," he said, every inch of his body begging to be closer to Draco. "Come here."

Draco moved in, obligingly, and pressed himself fully against Harry. Arms and legs and hips and knees and chests met, and they both groaned loudly into each other's mouths. Draco growled, frustrated, and began to hastily work at Harry's trousers, yanking them down as far as they would go against his spread legs. Their cocks met, flesh to flesh, for the first time.

"Oh, fuck, Draco," Harry rasped, rubbing frantically against him.

"Merlin. This is…Harry…" He captured Harry's mouth urgently, tongues tangling, swallowing each other's moans.

Draco pulled his mouth away from Harry's, delighting in Harry's petulant whimper, and traced trails with his tongue down Harry's throat, placing licks and kisses against Harry's nipples and swirling his tongue in Harry's belly button. Harry yelped his pleasure. Then, Draco moved down further, eying Harry's cock curiously. He'd never imagined he'd one day be here; crouched before Harry Potter's cock, and wanting nothing more than to take it in his mouth. So he did.

Harry saw stars when Draco pressed alternating licks and kisses against his cock. He threw his head back, not even noticing the flair of pain when it cracked against the wall. He mewled helplessly when Draco tentatively took the head of his cock into his mouth and sucked gently. Harry hissed, arching wantonly into Draco's hot, wet mouth. As much as Harry wanted Draco to suck him dry, right now he wanted something else more.

"Draco," he whispered. "Come up here."

Draco obeyed, lips red and swollen from their former position around Harry's cock. Their bodies aligned instantly and when Draco leaned in, Harry ravaged his mouth desperately. Draco moaned and ran his hands over Harry's arse and pulled their hips tightly together. They frotted urgently, brought to the brink by the delicious friction. Harry hesitated, and Draco noticed instantly.

"What do you want, Harry?"

Harry brushed their cocks together. "Put your hand around us both," Harry said shakily.

Draco complied, and the feeling of their cocks pressed together from base to tip in his hand sent them both spiraling wildly to orgasm. Ignoring the stickiness between them, Draco pressed his body against Harry's and kissed him frantically.

"Mmm," Harry murmured dazedly, and Draco heartily agreed.

Draco pressed their foreheads together, his entire body vibrating. "Merlin's Satin Panties, Potter," he said breathily.

Harry smiled and brushed their lips together. "Have I been properly punished, then?" he asked cheekily.

Despite recent events, Draco's cock twitched. "Shirt-lifter," he snarked.

"Trouser-dowser," Harry shot back.

Draco ran his hands appreciatively down Harry's sides, coming to rest on his unjustly perfect backside. "Yeah, definitely an arse-bandit." He sighed.

"Incidentally," Harry murmured against Draco's ear. "Can I get down now?"