Life in the Fast Lane

Life in the Fast Lane Chapter 2

He had a nasty reputation as a cruel dude,

They said he was ruthless, they said he was crude.

They had one thing in common,

They were good in bed,

She'd say, "Faster, faster, the lights are turning red."

Life in the fast lane,

Surely make you lose your mind, mmm

Are you with me so far?

For the first time, surprise etched itself across Draco's face, but no sooner had it appeared when it vanished, as though it had never been. The smirk that had slipped so quickly was back just as speedily, and his eyes took on an even colder glint. Steel met steel as emerald clashed with diamond ice. For a moment, silence met Harry's bold statement, but then, Draco began to chuckle softly, a low, almost hushed sound that bubbled out, erupting into a seemingly hysterical fit of laughter. Harry gazed at him in startled amazement, and slowly lowered his gun. After what seemed like five minutes, Draco's peals of laughter died down. Shoulders still shaking, Draco wiped a tear from the corner of his eye.

"Has anyone ever told you how adorably sexy you are?"

Harry, shocked beyond words, raised his gun again.

"What are you playing at, Malfoy?"

Draco smiled, a genuine smile that melted a small bit of the ice in his eyes. He hadn't lied, though such pick up lines came so naturally to him from practice that he didn't usually need to think before coming out with a "Malfoy specialty," as he fondly referred to them in his mind. There was something about the determination and naive courage in those eyes that rather touched him. Something about the way the moonlight tangled itself in his raven hair. And his lips... So set and determined, yet so soft...

Draco laughed shortly.

"Nothing, my fine fellow, no games this time," His voice grew soft, "Would you mind terribly if I..."
Before his sentence was finished, Draco leaned over slightly, and graced Harry with a strong, and sincerely passionate kiss.

Harry's eyes widened. He was warm...Draco was actually warm. His skin, pale and glowing softly in the night, was soft. And his lips...

Heat began to course through Harry's veins and his breath became ragged and harsh.

"What...what are you doing to me?" he demanded, his words a hoarse whisper. One of Draco's hands was on his hip and the other was toying with the buttons on his black leather trench coat.

"What does it look like, idiot?" Draco replied his breath also harsh and irregular, yet his voice was steady. "I'm baking a cake."

"We...can't do this...here!" Harry cried, pushing Draco aside. "It's so very tasteless, car sex, I mean. And so unoriginal..."
Draco heard the teasing tone of Harry's voice and pulled back, his smirk back in place.

"Ah, you're one for class are you? I'll show you class..."

And without another word, Draco stepped on the gas and the car, tires screaming, spun off into the night to a destination unknown. At least to Harry...

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Sweet, crooked smile, beckon, laugh, touch...oh so close, not quite close enough, my dear...

The steps of the dance, so familiar

so familar, so new...

from use, made new in this strange, pale, cold audience of one. Gray eyes of ice suddenly come alive, and the strange new body, the strange new boy, joins the dance. Together they move, together they dance.

Touch, sweet candy, the forbidden fruit, desire how strange, how new, fragrance, honeysuckle, bitter is sweet, sweet is bitter, oh how i want you!

The man of ice The man of emerald

Skin, pleasures of the flesh, craving, craving, needing, needing desire....Teeth, tongue, leg, arms, shoulders, throat, sweet alabaster, ivory, hot blood... want... familiar, nostalgic, red passion....

Draco's eyes suddenly widened. For the first time, he saw the young man lying before him. He saw the beauty of his skin, smelled the honeysuckle that caressed him, and heard...Why, it seemed he could hear the beating of Harry's heart...

He shook himself mentally. That was bizarre, he thought dazedly, I've never felt like that before. A half wicked smile...No matter...

Harry felt Draco falter, and in that instant, a sudden wave of emotion flooded his veins. A large knot formed itself in his throat and he gasped. His heart started beating wildly.

What is this?

He saw the fire that lay behind the ice.