Sweet Tooth

Harry stumbled up the dim staircase to the door of his flat, mumbling and cursing all the way. It had been the long day to end all long days and the retired hero only wanted two things: a soft bed and his warm lover.

Finally he stood in front of #304 of the modest building that stood on the cusp of his two worlds. He enjoyed his work as an Auror- well, except for the bureaucracy part- but he was more than happy to leave the pressing stares of his adoring public. Shifting his case from one hand to the other, he fished for his keys only to realize he'd left them in his desk.

Of course.

He let out a put-upon sigh, then stepped closer to the door to block the view of the security cameras. Harry spelled the door open and shuffled in, barely remembering to reset the key pad on the alarm system before it woke the whole building. The wards would set themselves after he entered.

He leaned the door closed and breathed in 'home', letting it seep into him and draw away some of the tension. He shed the rest of the day in layers; his draped his coat, which was really his Auror's cloak, transfigured, over a chair at the dining table and his attaché plopped down in the middle of the counter that separated the dining area fromchen, where he knew his lover would see it and fuss at him. Next came knee length boots and custom-made holster, which landed in the same general area as the cloak. He was careful not to make too much noise and was debating grabbing a quick snack when something on the table caught his eye.

In the middle of the large oak table was a tiny card propped against a steaming mug. The contents, from the delicious smell, were a rich hot chocolate and the card simply said "Harry".

Amazingly, Harry felt a slight blush creep follow his pleased smile. He wrapped his hands around the mug, humming with pleasure at the first taste. His sweet tooth was a well-known fact. Carrying his prize to the sunken living area, Harry listened to the settling darkness for two more sips before moving slowly down the hall.

One quick pause to put his grimy clothes in the hamper and grab a quick shower then he was standing in front of another door, anticipating a snuggle with his favourite person and sleeping the coming weekend away.

Harry loved their place at this time of night. They were high enough off street level to avoid the harsh streetlamps and the moonlight shining in made the flat look as though they were in some ancient grotto. The cool shadows had an almost under-water quality to them that he loved to see on pale, smooth skin. The thought of that skin got him moving and he slipped silently into the bedroom.

The first thing he noticed were the shadows.

Instead of a wavering silver, the room was flickering with a warm golden glow. It painted everything in sight, from the sparkling ceiling to the decadent carpet, making the atmosphere cosy and secret. A dozen large ivory candles were scattered about the room and two enormous pillars framed a pair of crystal goblets that waited on the chest, the dark velvet liquid sparkled like rubies.

Scent captured him next.

The sweet vanilla of the candles laced the air, but inste hiding other scents, it amplified them. Musk and spice, a faint bit of cinnamon and autumn. A dark heady sweetness that he could taste on the air, mixed with the dark bouquet of the goblets. It drew him in.

Harry carefully set the mug down next to the goblets, noticing a small bowl of strawberries sitting innocently behind a large candle. He heard a whisper of movement to his right and smiled, turning to face his wonderful lover. He froze in awe.

There, stretched temptingly on creamy satin and bathed in candlelight, lay his lover. He sprawled wantonly across the bed and watched Harry with simmering grey eyes, his smile taunting. For a long moment Harry couldn't look away from that gaze but when he did he couldn't help but moan. He found himself standing at the edge of the bed but didn't remember moving.

That delicious body waited for him, pulsing with arousal, all hard planes and firm, sleek muscles. But the skin that he'd dreamed of... that skin! Harry's body tightened painfully as his brain finally processed the confection in front of him. The dark, sweet scent rose from that body and the combination forced Harry to swallow or drool on himself.

It was the same elegant script as the tiny card and it simply said "Harry". Over and over-in dark chocolate brush strokes.

Their eyes met again and it was hard to tell which smile was more predatory. Then Draco slowly wet his lips, nibbliem plump, and Harry's gasp broke the spell.

"Welcome home, Harry." Draco's voice was sin and promise. "I heard you've had a bad day."

Harry bent slowly, stopping just a fraction away from the autographed abdomen.

"Oh, I don't know. I think it just got better."

~End~