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Re: [HP] [H/D] Without You I'm Nothing
Luthien - 08.02.2005, 16:44[HP] [H/D] Without You I'm Nothing
Ich entjungfere ja schon wieder ein Forum *g* Und schon wieder mit was Englischem. Na ja... ähm... es kam so über mich, verzeiht mir bitte!
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Title: Without You I'm Nothing
Author: Me
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Depressive, Smut (more or less)
Disclaimer: None of the HP-Characters belong to me, they're all property of JKR.
Summary: [Oneshot] Sitting on his beloved's bedside, Draco remembers his last night with Harry before he went out to save the Wizarding World.
Comment: Written under the influence of watching too much "Queer as Folk" and non-stop listening to Placebo's "Without You I'm Nothing". It's their fault!
Thanks: To Sera for the beta! You're the best!
~~ooO@Ooo~~
A pale and motionless body, tugged under a white blanket. The smell of ammoniac hung in the air. A plain white-tiled room in which the bed with the motionless figure stood.
Next to the bed sat a pale blond with dark rings under his gorgeous silver eyes. Concern and a bottomless sadness pooled in the silver depths while his gaze raked over the broken body of his beloved. Dark, messy hair stood in contrast with the white linen of the pillow. Dark lashes grazed unnaturally pale cheeks, a soft mouth was dry and flawed.
Since three weeks, the dark-haired man was in this condition. While a whole world celebrated its freedom, their saviour battled for his own life - and seemed to lose.
The blonde took in a shuddering breath before his hand reached out and his fingertips ran over the sheet, which covered the body of his lover. Finally, his hand reached soft, warm skin and his fingers intertwined with a flaccid hand.
The sadness and hurt in his eyes deepened while he tried to keep his tears at bay. But the ache in his chest got worse with every passing minute and he finally let the hand go. Without hesitation, his hands covered his own face for a second, before he intertwined his fingers and rested his forehead against them while his elbows rested on his knees.
A naked body was pressed against a wall, hot breath grazed a sweaty neck while low moans drifted through the air. Tanned hands held delicate ones firmly in place on each side of a blond head. A strong, firm chest pressed itself against a pale, equally firm back, soft, blond strands mingled with messy dark ones. A hot mouth and oh so tender lips trailed a sweet path from a delicate ear shell to a sensitive neck and from there deeper and deeper, caressed every single vertebrae on its way down.
A strangled groan sounded in the otherwise quiet room while the blonde tried to push the memories of a wonderful last night with his lover aside. But it was futile. While he breathed deeply through his nose and squeezed his eyes shut, more details of this last night washed through his mind.
Strong hands let fragile wrists go and wandered in a tender caress down smooth arms and then equally smooth sides, cupped a slender hip while the tender lips reached the end of the spine. A pause and then the tip of a tongue slipping out between a pair of red soft lips to caress each dimple left and right of the spine. A deep moan and struggling, brought under control by those firm, tanned hands on smooth, white skin.
Suddenly, the tongue went deeper, found the crevice between two well-shaped arse cheeks and followed the sensuous path. An even deeper moan and more struggling, followed by a breathed, "Gods..." A smile grazed those sweet lips while they were pressed against hot, willing flesh and the tongue made its path with firm strokes. Finally, it found its goal and darted forward, elicited a cry of pleasure.
The pale figure squeezed his eyes shut while his hole was tongue-fucked, flexing his hands against the wall, breathing deeply and moaning uncontrollably while struggling against those firm, tanned hands on his hips.
Then the tongue was gone and a cry of loss could be heard. But the lips didn't stop, kissed their path back up the crevice to the beginning of the delicate spine. Then the tongue darted back out and rode in a slow stroke up the spine, broken just by short, sweet kisses until those sensuous lips were back up his back and kissed his neck. Hot breath tickled his ear before a deep, aroused voice exhaled, "You're so fucking gorgeous, Draco..."
Suddenly, his head snapped up to look at the dark haired man in the hospital bed. His voice was still fresh in his memory, was still resounding in his ears as if he'd spoken just a second ago. But Draco knew better. It was all a lie, just a lie of his subconscious.
A deep moan bubbled up in his chest before he was turned and looked into a pair of shockingly green eyes, clouded with lust and tenderness and so many different feelings, amongst them sadness and a sense of foreboding. Draco didn't like this look and leaned forward to capture his lover's mouth in a heated kiss. His tongue darted out of his mouth and ran over the soft lips of his lover, entered him a moment later and drank in his own taste. An even deeper moan before he gasped, "Gods, Harry…"
His silver eyes clouded with tears again while the blond stared at his lover. So fragile, so broken, so unlike the strong man he knew just a few weeks ago, knew all these years prior. This wasn't Harry anymore; this was a broken man, tired of life.
Tired of him.
A sob escaped his constricting throat while his hand reached out for Harry's again and held it firmly. No, he wouldn't believe the doctors. They knew nothing about his Harry, absolutely nothing. Harry wouldn't give up just to escape a difficult life, he was too much Gryffindor for that. He would wake up, he had to.
With a strangled groan, Harry plunged his hands into Draco's soft hair, tilted the head of his lover up and captured his mouth in a deep kiss, fought with his tongue a battle he knew he'd won already. Almost instantly, Draco wrapped his arms around Harry's neck, just to roam with his hands feverishly over Harry's firm back the next second. Finally, his fingers found the soft flesh of the dark haired man's ass and squeezed.
With a groan, Harry stopped the feverish kiss and his head fell back. Draco lost no time and sank his lips hungrily on Harry's neck, sucked and bit and soothed and caressed with his tongue, his teeth, his lips, his whole being, wandered up to the stubborn chin and back down to the bobbing Adam's apple, sideways to a delicate ear shell and then back to the tender spot between shoulder and neck.
Harry panted, grasped Draco's hips more firmly and finally sank his lips back down on the blonde's. It was wet, messy, arousing, tender, perfect.
Without the intention to do so, Draco lifted their intertwined fingers to his lips and pressed a soft kiss on the back of Harry's hand. His gaze never left the sleeping face of his lover while doing so. Again, his chest constricted painfully by seeing this strong man like that. He knew that Harry would never want that. He wanted to either defeat Voldemort with nothing more than a scratch - or die.
But not this in-between. Not this nearly awake and still not awake state. But Draco wasn't ready to let go, wasn't ready to lose Harry for good.
He had still hope that there was still a spark of the nearly overwhelming love of life Harry possessed.
His chest heaved rapidly when Harry finally turned him to face the wall. In an instant, Draco braced his hands against it and lowered his head in anticipation. One of Harry's jagged and still tender hands stroked his back, caressed him while Harry's lips nibbled on the spot where his scalp hair started. He knew that the dark haired man loved this spot, knew that he loved the tickling sensation of the soft hair there. And knew that Harry knew he loved the Ex-Gryffindor's lips there.
Suddenly, two fingers slipped inside him, still slick from their earlier encounter. He groaned and rocked back while his head came back up and rested on Harry's shoulder, eyes tightly closed, captured in the sensations running through his body. Harry's lips closed around his earlobe and sucked while his fingers worked him, pushed deep into him.
Then the fingers vanished and a strong arm circled his waist. Draco trembled in anticipation and pushed back slightly to encourage Harry. He didn't need to encourage the dark haired man. The one moment he braced his hand next to Draco's on the wall, and the next moment he pushed inside the warm, willing body. Draco cried out, head lolling back and forth until it finally rested again on Harry's shoulder.
The dark haired man stood very still and breathed deeply, inhaled Draco's scent and closed his eyes for a sweet second before he finally started to move. Draco tensed, then pushed back. Harry groaned, freed the blond from his arm around his waist and encircled the straining cock of the blond. Draco cried out again and started to tremble against Harry's skilled hands.
With each thrust, he was pushed against the wall, but he didn't care. What mattered was Harry - Harry behind him, Harry engulfing his cock, Harry being inside him, Harry protecting him.
"I need you," he gasped finally, brought one of his hands down and engulfed Harry's on his cock. The dark haired man groaned deep in his throat and pushed in deeper, more needy, nearly desperate, equally to his strokes he grazed Draco's cock with. The blonde gasped, his trembling nearly unbearable now. He needed to come, now, right here, right now, while he was still in Harry's arms, while the dark haired man was still with him.
"Let me come," he pleaded desperately and Harry obliged. With a few firm strokes, he brought Draco to completion. A cascade of white light exploded behind his closed eyelids while he shot his come all over Harry's hand. The dark haired man held his trembling lover while he pounded more firmly, even more desperately now into him, as if he wanted to crawl into him. Finally, with a deep moan, he let his self-control go and came into the sated body of his blond lover.
"You knew it, didn't you?" Draco asked more rhetorical. His voice sounded surreal and loud in the quiet room, but Draco didn't care. Tears welled up in his eyes while he looked down at his lover's face. Trembling fingertips ran over well-defined cheekbones, caressed cavernous cheeks and cracked lips.
More tears welled up in Draco's eyes and finally spilled over, followed their path over his equally cavernous cheeks, pooled on his chin and finally fell, soaking into the white linen of Harry's bed sheets.
"You knew it was the last time you could be with me, didn't you?" Draco resumed his one-sided conversation. Harry lay motionless in bed, giving no sign whatsoever that he heard his blond haired lover. A small sob escaped Draco's throat and he rasped, "Why, Harry? Why didn't you tell me?"
With a force bordering to violation, he squeezed Harry's hand and whispered, "I can't live without you, don't you understand that?"
Still not finding any sign of recognition, Draco hung his head and pressed their intertwined hands on his forehead. "Come back to me, Harry."
"Come back to me, Harry," Draco mumbled while he caressed the tanned skin of Harry's chest, circling his left nipple while not daring to look his lover into the eyes. Harry's hand reached out and caressed his blond strands while he whispered, "I'll always come back to you, Draco."
The blond lifted his head from Harry's shoulder and looked at the dark haired man. "Do you promise me?" he asked with a serious expression.
Suddenly, Harry's face broke into that overwhelming, breathtaking smile and his hand trailed to Draco's neck to pull him in for a slow, sensual kiss. When they parted, Harry whispered at Draco's lips, "I promise, Draco. I promise."
"You promised me, Harry," Draco whispered hoarsely and looked up into the emotionless face of his lover. "You promised me to come back to me. You lied. You're not coming back, Harry."
The silence was nearly overwhelming while Draco stared at the Saviour of the Wizarding World, willing him to open his eyes and proving him wrong, that he hadn't lied to Draco at all. But nothing happened, he was still as good as dead, lying motionless in the hospital bed.
"You're a coward, Potter," Draco finally spat throatily while tears spilled down his cheeks. "You don't want to face the world because you've fulfilled your duty. You're scared that you're meaningless, useless now, that nobody needs you anymore, that nobody cares anymore. But I have news for you, Potter: I care! You mean everything to me. I need you. Gods, how much I need you Harry. Why are you doing this to me?"
His vision was blurred by the tears, eager to escape his eyes and soaking the linen of the bed some more. Suddenly, Draco couldn't bear it anymore, let Harry's fingers go and buried his face in his hands. His chest heaved painfully while strangled sobs escaped his wounded body and tears spilled mercilessly from under his hands on the sheets.
After a few minutes, Draco regained his composure and he stood up from his chair, his eyes never leaving Harry's face. With a still big lump in his throat, he bent down and planted a long, tender kiss on Harry's forehead, right on the scar which had branded this gorgeous man for life.
"I'll be back tomorrow, Harry," he mumbled, his lips still on Harry's forehead. Again, nothing happened. With a sad sigh, Draco stood up and walked to the door. Before he opened it, he paused. Then he bent his head and murmured, with his back to the bed, "The doctor's asked me to end your misery, Harry. If... if you won't show any sign of progress until next week, I'll let them have their way."
New tears threatened to come, but Draco willed them away, turned his head and looked back at Harry. "I love you, Harry, and I would do anything to have you back. But I won't look at you like this any longer. If you don't want to live any longer, I'll give in and let you die." With that, Draco turned abruptly and stormed out of the door.
The door hadn't even shut properly, when a muscle in Harry's face twitched, followed by a low, nearly not recognizable moan. Suddenly, the cracked lips opened and out came a throaty, even less recognizable "Draco..."
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Ich kann immer noch nicht glauben, was QaF so alles mit jemandes Psyche anstellen kann...
LG, Lu.
Re: [HP] [H/D] Without You I'm Nothing
M - 12.02.2005, 23:49
uff.. ok, ich hab das jetzt durchgelesen.. und wahrscheinlich weniger als die Hälfte verstanden.. (wie wär's, wenn du nächstes Mal gleich ein Wörterbuch mitlieferst.. *lach*)...
Aber der Schluß...
*da rüberraßt und Luthien packt und schüttelt* DAS SOLL'S GEWESEN SEIN? DU HÖRST HIER AUF????
*grummelt, schmollt, brummt*
Das ist gemein...
Echt, gemein.. hätte Draco es nicht mitbekommen können? Hm?
Aber so... jetzt ist ja ganz unklar, ob Harry wieder aufwacht, oder nicht...
Oder hast du etwa vor da noch weiterzuschreiben (für was es sich für mich eigentlich nicht angesehn hat...)???
Na denn.. dann geh ich mal selbst ein Stück von ner Story posten.. ich hatte mich nämlich schon gefreut, als ich diese Woche meine HP/DM-total-verrückt-Sache zurückbekommen habe... wollte auch mal ein Forum entjunfern.. aber irgendwie bist du da viel schneller.. *seufzt*
Werd jetzt trotzdem mal posten.
Ciao M
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