Green Eyes

GREEN EYES

He’s broken. Draco can see that even before he realises why Harry’s turned up here. It’s the first thing that comes to mind. Along with fire when Harry’s eyes flick to his. Wild, consuming, emerald fire. Why those two thoughts intrude Draco’s brain, he cannot say. But Harry’s come back. Harry never stays away long.

For a moment, Draco feels some kind of relief when he sees Harry. Then the relief turns into sick pleasure - pleasure at the knowledge of what’s to come. There’s only one real reason why Harry always comes back. Draco knows it. Harry knows it, although Draco sometimes wonders whether Harry is consciously aware of why.

Harry opens his mouth to speak, then awkwardly shuts it once he realises he has nothing to say. He shifts his feet and his body moves in on itself giving the impression that he is cold. Draco wonders whether Harry has already forgotten the last time he turned up on Draco’s front door, and the time before that.

When Draco slams Harry face up against the wall, he knows that it’s ok, because Harry always forgets.

Harry’s hair smells of dust. His skin tastes of old soap and blood. The tangy metallic taste of Harry’s blood is not foreign in Draco’s mouth. Harry is silent. Apart from the painful, pleasurable moan which escapes his mouth when Draco enters him, Harry is always silent. But when Draco slams his body into Harry’s, his shouts are muffled by the wall. But it’s ok, because Draco likes to watch Harry’s back. He likes watching the muscles move under the skin. Watching in awe as they slide into and across each other, feeling a bit unsure about the feeling it brings. Draco also likes Harry’s neck. He likes the length of it, the spot on the side where he bites down, where he leaves the indent of his teeth. Two layers of tiny little holes which quickly begin to bloom blood. Something to remind Harry that he belongs to Draco. That no matter what, he will always return to him. Although, Draco suspects that Harry already knows that.

Draco never likes to watch Harry’s face when he’s fucking him. He thinks there’s something much to intimate about it. Along with Harry’s Eyes. Harry’s Green Eyes. Harry’s Green Eyes which grab him. Consume him and invade him. If Draco were honest, he’d admit that Harry’s green eyes scare him. So wild. So uncontrollable. So totally different from Harry’s placid personality… Harry’s Green Eyes. They remind Draco of sparking green fire. They hold the only passion left in him, when they’re not downcast. When they’re not sunk in his face… when you can see them.

Harry is broken. Draco should know. He broke him himself. He smirks unsurely at the thought.

Draco’s heart is hammering in his chest, in his ears. With a sharp pound he sees nothing. Nothing but the look which caresses Harry’s face when he turns his head slightly to the left. Harry’s eyes are half closed, his eyes rolled back in his head. He is wearing a look of pure agony. But somewhere under that crazy face, Draco knows that Harry is getting off on this. He says as much to him. Whispers in his ear, Do you get off on this Potter? He doesn’t care much to listen for the answer.

And then it’s almost there. The tug in Draco’s midsection, the friction which always leads to this ultimate bliss. With a grunt, Draco comes and falls into Harry’s back. But for a few seconds, he forgets himself... For a few seconds, all that exists to Draco is the steady beat of his heart. Thud thud, thud thud, thud thud. He exists in nothingness. Those few seconds make this all worthwhile. But then slowly, inevitably, Draco comes to himself again. He notices his breath mixing with the sweat on Harry's back. He regains his breath, then pushes back from Harry and wipes the sweat off his forehead. Harry hasn’t moved from the position he was in moments before. Leaning into the wall, legs slightly bent, his head resting in the crook of his elbow, his body moving slightly with every breath. Draco can see his own seed mixed with blood seeping out of Harry’s ass and running down the back of his leg. The sight disgusts him slightly and he turns his head.

Once he is finished, he sends Harry away. With a cutting remark, he shuts the door in Harry’s face. He Forgets Harry’s Green Eyes.

But it’s ok…because Harry always forgives.

And Harry always returns.