Body guard

Hello loves!!❤️ this is a non-wizard world fanfic, but it has all the same characters. And the death eaters are just a mafia type thing in this, with Voldemort being their leader. Voldemort is also referred to as Tom Riddle.

*TW: sexual stuff, language, references to underage drinking, smoking, violence, guns, rape*

It wasn't a surprise to Harry when Hermione and Ron suggested he get a body guard. He had been kidnapped four times, beaten two, and was constantly being harassed by fans and enemies alike. So when Hermione came into his office one morning with the idea, he had accepted it and asked her to start looking. He hadn't expected her to find hundreds of capable applicants waiting outside his door. Ron had started the screening, and decided that anyone who began with 'I'm your biggest fan' was immediately removed from consideration. After about an hour of screening and interviews, Harry had pretty much decided to give up. The applicants were either too young or too old, too invested, or just fake guards that wanted to be his right hand man. He wished he were older, or stronger, or taller. His seventeen year old body was toned, but he wasn't built like some people he knew. He was successful for his age, but he was also a disaster waiting to happen. So Harry decided to just give up and fold in on himself like a dying star.

That was until he walked in.

Ron had come in looking slightly annoyed but also excited. Harry had sat up, confused but willing to see the next audition. A tall brunette walked through the door, smiling and sitting in the chair across from Harry's desk.

"Mr. Potter." Said the man. "I work for the government, and I have a solution to your security problem." Harry sat up to listen to the official looking man. He had at least ten years on Harry after all.

"Do tell." Said Harry folding his hands and resting his pointer fingers on his chin.

"Well you see we have a firm to protect those of wealth or power. You have a lot of people after you, and we could easily set you up with a security officer. It would be quite simple, and free." He said crossing his legs and leaning back in the leather chair.

Harry looked to Ron and Hermione, and was met with reassuring and approving looks. He nodded.

"I suppose that would be a good idea"

"Lovely. I could set you up now if you like? This guard would be with you all the time for your protection."

"Yes that would be good." He said to both statements.

The man stood and pressed an earpiece Harry had failed to notice before.

"Yes he has agreed...uh...how bout seventy four? He's our best guard by far....yeah I know...alright... have him here in ten minutes."

When the man stopped his discussion with the person on the other end of the line, he turned back to Harry and shook his hand.

"Lovely to meet you Mr. Potter, your security officer should be here in around ten minutes." Said the man.

"Ok. Sounds good." Harry said watching the man leave. He was confused, excited, and stressed all at the same time. Ron and Hermione laughed at the sudden change of events.

"Guess that worked out." Ron laughed. He looked over Harry's shoulder and paled. Harry turned still smiling only to see a familiar face. A face he thought he'd never see again. In the doorway was a tall muscular blonde in a black suit with a clear earpiece winding up his shirt lapels into his ear. He stood at attention with his hands resting over his belt buckle. A young woman walked through the door, in a black skirt and white blouse.

"Jamie Whitemam." Said the woman shaking all of their hands. "I'm here on behalf of Mr. Malfoy, as he won't be speaking directly to you." She said talking to Harry. Harry nodded and smiled grimly.

"Wait. Draco is Harry's body guard? No no no, this can't be right, he'll kill Harry the first day!" Yelled Ron exasperated. Draco stayed there, not arguing, not even acknowledging Ron's existence.

"Mr. Malfoy has been trained in self defense for two years now, he's nineteen and legally an adult, and is our best guard. He will also be nonverbal to you, as it is his job to listen to your commands and protect you. He will not respond to you unless you command him to do something, and I would ask you to give him a chance before judging him. I've gotten to know him over the years and I encourage you to do the same." She said handing Harry a small file. "All the numbers you might need, along with some regulations to look through if you're interested. I must be going now." She said quickly rushing out the door. Malfoy moved over for her to pass, the relaxed back into attention. Harry walked over cautiously, looking Malfoy up and down.

"Wait so can I really tell you to do anything?" Harry asked with a laugh.

No answer.

"We should test it out." Encouraged Ron with a smirk. He walked forward and poked Malfoy's chest. Ron snickered and grabbed a pencil, poking Malfoy repeatedly. "Wow so he really is serious." He laughed continuing to mess with Draco. A loud crash echoed through the office, two men ran into the room, brandishing guns. Draco tossed Harry behind him, stepping forward.

"Don't move!" One warned.

"I'll shoot." Hissed the other, training his gun to Draco's chest. A burning ache made Harry's head turn and his heart pound. He watched Draco take another step, less than three feet from the man with the gun. The man raised the weapon to point it at Draco's head. Draco took a deep breath, then carefully raised his hands.

"I only want Potter. Give him over and I'll leave you be." Said the man. Draco snorted a laugh. In less than a second he snapped forward, grabbing the gun and twisting the mans wrist. He dropped to the ground, swept the mans legs away, and quickly turned to the other grabbing his shirt collar and tossing him back over Harry's desk. He carefully bent down to collect the gun from the ground and then peacefully stood up without breaking a sweat. Tucking the weapons into the back of his slacks, he checked both men. After calling the cops Harry walked outside with Ron and Hermione with malfoy in close pursuit behind them. They went to three bars, each having only a few drinks, before moving on to the next one. Malfoy drank nothing, following wordlessly behind. Four or five times women tried to approach Harry, but turned away, terrified at Malfoy's presence.

"Well the prats certainly got some perks." Said Ron with a grin sipping a whiskey. Malfoy was also approached by several women, all taking advantage of the fact that he stood frozen in place. Ron laughed hysterically when a woman tried to remove his tie, and he stood up out of attention, grabbed the tie, and carefully fixed it. The woman had huffed in frustration, but stayed there, poking and pestering him until he flipped back his jacket to reveal a holster on his upper thigh. She quickly left after that. Despite his hostility towards adults, Malfoy was lovely towards children. When the left the bar and walked around a park by Harry's home, several children walked up and began asking him tons of questions.

"Stop being stupid Marie." Said an older boy. She had sniffed and turned to walk away, but Draco carefully began to teach her how to use a taser right in front of the boy. Harry smiled warmly. He hadn't known this Malfoy existed.

•••

It had been a week and Harry still wasn't used to Draco. He followed him everywhere, did anything he asked and above all stayed completely silent. A few times he tried to order Draco to speak,to no avail. No one had approached him without Draco warding them off. Harry was able to feel safe in his home now that Draco stayed in the guest room. But mostly he was curious. How far would the prick go? He decided he wanted to test in early on a Tuesday morning. He drove to Ron and Hermione's house, picking them up and driving for about an hour to a beach south of their home. Draco looked out the window most of the ride, his gun visible in the holster. Harry wondered what Malfoy would do if he grabbed it. Probably break his wrist. He was too curious for his own good.

"Can I hold the gun?" He asked keeping his eyes focused on the road. To his surprise Draco pulled the gun out, removed the magazine, ejected the chamber, and handed Harry the empty weapon in one Swift movement.Harry frowned. "Loaded." He said keeping his eyes focused on the road. Draco laughed to himself. "I am perfectly capable of shooting a gun Malfoy". Hissed Harry. Draco grabbed the gun, reloaded it, and handed it back to Harry.

"Thank you." Harry said pointing the gun out the window. He pulled the trigger, but nothing happened. He tried again, this time cocking the gun before pulling the trigger. Draco snickered under his breath. "The bloody gun is broken." Snarled Harry tossing it back.Malfoy caught it by the handle, flipping the safety and shooting a round out the window. Harry didn't notice the safety was on, nor did he notice malfoy turn it off.

"What the fuck!" Harry growled. "Give it back." He mumbled sticking his hand out. Draco handed him the gun once more, the safety back on. He laughed to himself again when Harry repeated the same process of pulling the trigger, cursing, and then trying again without success. "What did you do?" He grumbled handing the gun back to Malfoy again. Draco showed Harry the gun, flipped the safety off, and shot another round out the window. They were Lucky they were on an abandoned road, the sound carried. Harry grumbled to himself the rest of the ride, while Hermione and Ron snickered in the backseat. When they finally reached the beach, Harry ordered everyone to stay there while he went down by the water to check something. He came back up with slightly damp pants, and nodded, motioning for them to follow.

They walked away from the car to a small cliff that dropped off into the ocean.

"Right then." Harry said. "Jump off." He turned to Draco, hands on his hips. Draco only cocked an eyebrow. Harry felt butterflies flap in his stomach at Malfoys expression. He didn't know why.

"Well go on then Malfoy." Ron said with a smirk. Malfoy smirked right back and carefully began to peel his layers off. Beneath his black coat were suspenders, which he rolled off his shoulders so he could unbutton his shirt. Harry watched him slowly undress, a red beginning to tint at his cheeks as he saw the muscle that lie beneath the blondes clothes. Malfoy tossed his jacket and shirt aside, and pulled his suspenders back up on his shoulders to hold his pants. He removed his shoes and tossed them back with the other clothes.

He smirked and raised a brow at Harry, who was staring at his muscles abdomen. His entire body was covered in toned muscle, his pale skin making his chest even more defined. Harry also took note in the raised pink scars that covered Draco's upper body. They told stories Draco had never told. Pain and hurt that Harry never noticed. Draco turned towards the cliff, ran, and dove off the edge, slicing through the air like a professional. Harry Ron and Hermione ran to the edge to see him. He landed perfectly in the water without so much as a splash. They watched him swim freestyle to the beach in perfect strokes, and they watched as he walked back up the steep hill to where they stood. Harry turned red as he watched water drip from Malfoy's collar bone, over his suspenders, and down his V-line into his pants. The red color deepened in his cheeks when Malfoy sifted his hand through his hair, ringing the water and sand from his blonde locks. Woah- was all Harry could think. Draco grabbed his clothes from the ground and indicated towards the car.

"Teach me how to shoot." Harry said standing still. Draco motioned to his soaked slacks and suspenders. "I don't care! Teach me" Harry said folding his arms over his chest. Draco rolled his eyes, but removed his gun from its holster and handed it to Harry. Harry immediately lifted it,and he received a sharp reprimand from Draco to put the gun down. Draco stood behind Harry, holding the gun over Harry's hands and lifting the gun slowly. A small coke bottle sat across the street, and Draco pulled Harry's hands to aim at it. Malfoy tapped the small divot in the middle, telling Harry to use it to aim. It was all very hard when Malfoy couldn't speak. Eventually he taught Harry how to hold it and where to look, and let Harry try to shoot it himself. Harry didn't get anywhere near the bottle, and eventually got bored of missing. He handed the gun back to Malfoy and grumbled.

"I'd like to see you hit it Malfoy" Hermione said smugly. Draco lifted the gun with one hand and shot the cap off the bottle in one try. "Okay never mind." She mumbled astonished.

"Hit that sign down there." Ron said pointing to a tiny warning sign at the bottom of the clif. Draco nodded and lifted his gun, training his eyes through the forward sight. He hit the middle of the sign and grinned turning back to Ron. Ron scowled.

"Let's go back to your place Harry I'm starving." Ron mumbled. Harry nodded and they walked back to the car, Draco behind them. Draco hopped in the front seat stuffing his shoes and clothes on the floor.

"What about a bar?" Harry asked Ron and Hermione. Draco turned to Harry with a raised brow.

"So I'm not exactly old enough. It doesn't matter! We'll find a place near here to grab a drink, and then we can sleep at a hotel. I don't wanna drive back." He mumbled. Draco sighed but nodded leaning back in his chair. Harry took another second to look at Malfoy's god-like build before starting the car and driving back to a main road.

•••

"This is a bad idea Harry. Look at the place!" Hermione hissed.

"We've got Malfoy! There's nothin to worry about." Harry said walking into the shady bar. The doors swung open, and Harry immediately regretted his recklessness. This was a death eater fight club.

Shit shit shit shit. Harry repeated in his head over and over again. They turned to leave but were met by a group of death eaters snickering. Draco shoved Harry up against a wall, bracing him with his own body. Draco hated drawing his gun, especially since these men didn't seem too hostile, just territorial. Boy wonder had just walked into their illegal fighting ring. But then again, Harry's life mattered more to Draco than theirs, and not just because he was in charge of Harry's safety.

The group of death eaters advanced to the point where Draco no longer hand the option to draw his gun, it was trapped in its holster. Welp looked like it was up to the good ole fists. But they raised their hands up the second he raised his fists.

"Woah woah woah. We know about you. You're that Malfoy son of a bitch. We don't want anything to do with your fists." One man laughed. Draco raised a brow but straightened.

"We do however have a toll for crossing on our property."said another skinny, brunette man. "We put lover boy in the circle, and if you can fight your way through we'll let you go without a scratch."

Draco seemed to consider, he looked around the bar then turned back to the men and nodded.

"You sure? You can't go back on your word once you decide." Draco nodded once more and they grabbed Harry, walking him into a huge fighting ring. Draco grabbed the gun before he realized they were only sitting Harry into a chair. He quickly re-holstered it and climbed into the ring. Harry sat in the middle, mouth taped shut. It stressed Draco but he knew he could beat the tar out of anyone in this room. Harry on the other hand didn't look so so sure. Blind terror flashed in his eyes as Draco took a defensive stance in front of him. Hermione and Ron were sitting by the ropes, the fear even more eminent in their faces.

Even though Harry was scared he couldn't help but notice how gorgeous and badass Draco looked. Shirtless with the suspenders tight against his chest, his hair disheveled and messily combed out of his eyes. And the holster clipped to his thigh. He looked so fucking hot. And then the men started coming.

They attacked Malfoy in groups, trying to get to Harry. Draco was quick and active, defeating man after man without getting so much as a scratch. Eventually the men multiplied, playing dirty as they kicked and punched for his kidneys and lower half. Harry stared as Draco wrapped his legs around one mans neck, swung him around, and plopped two more over. Man after man came, and only one or two actually got a hit to Malfoy. When Draco was done there was a pile of men at his feet, blood trickling from his nose,mouth, and a few cuts on his chest. Draco walked back grabbing Harry from the chair and helping him up. Draco was bloodied and had a slight limp but was otherwise untouched. They left the bar, with Hermione fuming and going into hysterics. When they got out of the car she screamed at Draco.

"You piece of shit! You could have punched your way out of that club or raised a weapon as soon as we stepped in but instead you endangered Harry's life! You went into a ring to show off and got yourself hurt in the process. Are you stupid? Or just too much of an arrogant prick to realize that you're supposed to keep Harry from having to do something like that!" She shrieked.

Draco stood there, and Hermione swore he looked apologetic. He coughed and opened his mouth before clamping it closed and staying frozen in place. Hermione hissed and smacked him straight across the face. Harry's gasp made her back pedal.

"He deserves it Harry. Doesn't matter how much of a dick his dad was he had no right to put your life in danger, and he's just like Lucius anyways, cocky and selfish, and-" Draco grabbed her wrists his eyes glowing red with anger. He growled fervently making Ron step forward.

"Do not ever, ever, compare me to that abusive good for nothing piece of shit. I am nothing like that two faced rapist-" he snarled breaking himself off and throwing her wrists aside in disgust. He stormed into the house.

"Wha-"

"Rapist?!" Ron choked.

"You don't think-" Harry whispered.

"Oh god. I didn't know, I was just spewing from the mouth. Shit shit shit, I can't believe I did that." Hermione gasped beginning to cry.

"We don't know it's true."

"So let's go visit Blaise and Pansy then." Ron offered. "Harry said they only lived four or five blocks away."

"I think we should. We need to know." Harry said quietly.

"Oh god if it's true I'll die. I'm a horrible person!" Hermione cried burying her face into Ron's chest.

•••

Harry rang the doorbell for the third time, waiting hesitantly at the door to apartment 312.

The door swung open and there was Blaise in sweats. Pansy was sitting on the couch just behind him.

"The fuck do you lot want?" Blaise grumbled. "Oh right, is Draco here to visit or somethin?" He asked.

"No. We're just concerned for Draco is all. Could we come in?" Ron said. Blaise nodded sullenly and opened the door so they could enter. Once they were seated in chairs across from Blaise and Pansy they began to ask questions.

"So uh... Draco. Was he ever-did his dad ever... do things to him?" Harry asked hesitantly.

"What? you mean did his dad beat him and sell him to gang rapists when he was a kid. Yeah he did." Pansy sneered. "What you want something else to hold over his head Potter? I swear you're a real peace of wor-"

"no no!! No. Jesus Pansy I'm not that awful. He just...Hermione went off on him because she thought he endangered my life and compared him to his dad and he snapped." Harry said holding his hands up in surrender.

"We just wanna know what happened before he became a guard." Ron said quiet and even.

"When we were in school, Lucius beat him constantly, saying that crying and pain was a weakness that could only be fixed with beating and sex. He sold him to his higher ups, let them do whatever they wanted, and then beat him if he tried to talk to anyone about it. Tom Riddle bought him once a week from the age of ten until his was seventeen, and still Draco couldn't leave because he was chained to a bedpost for almost the whole day. And the Riddle guy loved torturing him. He'd rape him right against the door, so if he wasn't quiet anyone could hear, and Draco thought that the beating and rape was what would fix him. So he shut his mouth and learned to keep it shut until the men were done with him. And then Riddle started cutting him. Every time we hung out he'd have a new cut, until we told the police and they went to the house. But they found no evidence. Draco had been beaten within an inch of his life because of it. And when he was eighteen Lucius paid his way out of the trial and left his son to die in a ditch. Draco became a body guard because he hated the idea of someone out witting him, out muscling him. He hated the idea that someone else was going through what he had. And then a week after he turned eighteen he tried to kill himself. Then tried three more times until he was assigned to a rape survivor. She was suicidal,her boyfriend had raped her for almost a year and continued to harass her. That girl has four kids and lives in Canada now, because Draco saved her. And he loved that. Loved helping people overcome the pain. Still does. And then he got assigned to you and couldn't wait because he's bloody fancied you for ages. Only to find out your friends were shit heads and he'd come over totally destroyed because of how much of a douche you ar-" Blaise grabbed her mouth and rushed them out the door.

"You heard what you needed now get out." He seethed.

Harry didn't talk the whole ride back. He ignored Ron and Hermione, dropped them off and went home. Walked up to his flat alone, into Draco's room, and under the covers. Draco jolted awake, gun in hand. Harry whimpered and nestled his head into Draco's back, accidentally becoming a little spoon. Draco pulled himself up and lifted Harry into his arms moving to take him to his room.But Harry shook him off and lay back down on his bed.

"Will you show me?" Harry whispered staring up at Draco. Draco didn't say anything. "The scars. I went to see Pansy and Blaise, they told me what you went through." Draco's eyes widened and his jaw clenched. He grabbed Harry and tossed him out stumbling back to bed. A shrill scream came from outside and he threw the door open. Harry stood there grinning. Draco went to slam the door but was cut off by Harry.

"I order you to remove your shirt." Harry stated boldly. Draco glared daggers at him. "Now." Said Harry crossing his arms. Draco shut the door again. Another scream. He quickly went outside, to a smirking Harry. "I'll keep doing it all night." Harry grinned, "and I know you have to check on me every time."

Man Draco wished someone would kidnap his annoying ass right now. First Blaise and Pansy spill it (and he didn't know exactly how much they said but if he knew Pansy right she probably told Potter all his secrets and then some) Draco fumed. He couldn't believe he used to fancy the prick. He didn't like him at all now. (That's what he told himself anyway). He slammed the door only to open it when he heard a crash from the kitchen. Harry had thrown a plate at the ground. Draco turned red, wishing he could cuss Harry out.

"It's for my safety. You need to take your shirt off so I can be sure you're not a clone. Or part of some mercenary organization." Harry crosses his arms over his chest, almost whining now. "Please!" He whimpered walking up to Draco. Draco ignored him and turned back to his room.

"Kibosh." Harry said. Draco abruptly stopped, turning to Harry and fumbling to stand quickly into attention. "Didn't think I new the secret words did you?" Harry grinned.

Draco wanted to strangle him. He'd be fired if he moved an inch. All Harry had to do was tell someone. The code word put Harry in total control, so long as he actions weren't malicious. Harry walked forward carefully undoing the buttons of Draco's night shirt. Draco reddened and glared forward and Harry slipped the shirt over his biceps.

"Take it the rest of the way off." Harry whispered, intently focused on Draco's chest. Draco tosses the shirt aside angrily. He snapped his wrists back to his sides, turning a color often found in tomatoes. Harry traced a line up Draco's tense forearm, taking note in the scars that lined his wrists and biceps. Draco looked as if he might explode, the veins in his neck straining against his skin.

"You're beautiful." Harry whispered, leading his finger over Draco's muscular upper arm and down to his collar bone. "You'd be more pretty if you looked less murderous though."

Draco bit down hard on his lip. He was on the verge of his self control, ready to slam Harry against a wall at one word. Just one simple word.

Harry led his hand and eyes down over Draco's pectorals, in between his abs, and down to his pant line. Draco tensed horribly as a memory ripped the happiness right from him. He might feint. No he couldn't, he couldn't move.

"What's wrong? You look like you're going to puke." Harry said reaching up to touch Draco's face. He didn't know what he was feeling. Didn't understand the sudden urge to kiss the man before him. Draco flinched, jerking his head just barely. His eyes spoke of agony, of someone else's touch, someone else hurting him here. "Someone hurt you. Lots of someones. And I'm sorry Draco. I didn't know, I was a dick. But I think you might kill me if I let you go. So just don't be mad, let me rewrite the painful stuff to good things." Harry said just now noticing the raised pink scars covering the mans chest. He leaned forward gently kissed each one and mumbling praise.

"You're an amazing person Draco." He whispered pressing his lips to a particularly nasty scar.

Draco's breathing was becoming erratic, he longed for the raven haired boy to release him from his stance. Just one word. He only needed to say one word.

"Draco I... I don't know what I'm feeling. I don't know what to do. I just... I'm sorry. This was totally shitty of me. I'm such a fucking bastard for making you do this." Harry walked to his room, then popped out long enough to release Draco "Kostenlos." He whispered closing his door. Draco stumbled forward, gripping the counter. Jesus that had been the best thing that ever happened to him. He dug through the manual, looking for any rule that said he could speak. He finally found one.

It read:

'Should the guard find reason to be assisted, he may speak formally, with little aversions. If injured fatally, depressed, or suicidal the guard may violate his/her speaking condition for a maximum time of twenty four hours.'

Draco slammed on Harry's door, willing him to wake up.

"What Draco?" Harry mumbled opening his door with tired eyes and looking at the blonde confused.

Draco shoved the manual into his hands and showed him the segment he just read. Harry gasped, threw the manual backwards into his room and slammed his head against the wall.

"Holy crap Harry! How did that happen?" Draco asked with heavy sarcasm.

"Fuck. I know I'm supposed to be sarcastic too, but your voice is so sexy. I had forgotten." Harry mumbled blushing mad.

"You're gorgeous Harry. I wanted to tell you so badly." Draco shoved Harry backwards into his room. Harry reddened and gulped."Standing there with you, watching those women come up to hit on you, it made me so jealous. And I know you're not mine to be jealous about, but god I think I've wanted you since seventh year." Draco whispered pushing him father into the bedroom.

"Can you... are you allowed... do you have to ask my permission or something because..."

"Permission to fuck you senseless sir?" Draco whispered in Harry's ear, pulling his hips closer.

"Permission granted." Harry squeaked. Draco grabbed him and tossed him down on Harry's bed, Harry writhed under the blonde moaning as Draco sucked on his neck.

"I've wanted you so long Harry... so, so long."

"God Draco... I wish you had told me sooner. We could've seriously damaged some mattresses." Harry breathed, writhing beneath Draco. He was desperate to get friction against his groin. He shoved Draco over rolling on top of him. Draco was almost twice his size, and much taller, but he still let Harry overpower him. Draco sat up, widening his eyes when Harry slowly began to grind into Draco's lap. He gasped and clutched Harry's hips, encouraging him forward. Harry pressed harder into Draco's lap, loving the loud moans and fervent gasps. He new he could make Draco come just from this. His eyes growed distracted and his pupils shrank, his hands became shaky and his moans were cut off with ragged breaths. Harry pressed into Draco as hard as he could, wanting to make him come undone.

"Stop." Draco gasped clutching Harry's hips. Harry didn't want to stop, he rolled his hips, grinding deep into Draco's lap, pushing the blonde's legs barely apart. Draco moaned softly before quickly grabbing his waist again. "Harry stop. I... I want this to be good for you too." He whispered. Gently rolling Harry off of him. He helped Harry out of his clothes, doing everything. He lifted Harry's hips up over a pillow, making his knees roll out. Draco then crawled over him, shimmied out of his clothes, and began to prepare him. He slid two fingers into Harry at once, whispering calming things in Harry's ear.

"Oh f-f-fuck Draco." Harry moaned arching his back and rocking his hips upward. Draco smiled gently pressing into the brunette.

Harry wasn't sure how the hell it escalated like this so quick, but he wasn't complaining as Draco slid a third finger into his tight heat, making him jerk off the bed and cry out. Draco smiled, kissing Harry gently.

"You ready?" He asked sliding his fingers out of Harry and preparing himself over Harry's entrance. Harry nodded, and moaned softly when Draco entered him. The pain made his thighs shake, but once Draco began to rock into him, the sharp jabs turned to pleasurable presses, drawing insatiable noises from his lips.

"Wow." Draco whispered tenderly pushing in and out of Harry. He sped up at the hungry growl Harry made, and began pounding into Harry's prostate.

"Yes yes yes! SHIT! YES DRACO HARDER!" Harry cried, meeting every one of Draco's thrusts with one of his own.

"Jesus you're amazing Harry." Draco whispered gently in the boys ear.

"Close. Fuck I'm close." Harry moaned writhing around as Draco began to hit Harry's prostrate with every thrust. Harry yelped without warning and spilled over both of them. Draco pressed once twice, three times into Harry.Slow, but so, so deep. He groaned and tilted his head back, filling Harry.

"That was really, really good." Harry mumbled reaching his arms up for Draco to hold him.

"What the hell are we gonna do now?" Draco asked, staring at the ceiling and holding Harry against his chest. "I mean, unless that was just a fuck-"

"That. Was not. Just a fuck." Harry whispered. "Not unless you want it to be. And I'm not sure I know what you mean."

"I mean I work for you. And I'm not leaving. But I've got a contract, and I mean, how are we gonna be something?"

"You work until your contract is up, and then I keep you as a body guard, but replace the cash with my adorable body." Harry said with a warm smile.

"Sounds good to me." Draco mumbled kissing Harry's nose and pulling the boy tight against his side.

For now the pain was gone, replaced by passionate kisses. Morning would bring trouble, it always would, but for now, they were happy.

*Fin*