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The weakness of the flesh was too fragile, yet the temptation was too hard to resist to pass it by. He lacked strength to defend himself against the bites and the hands that roamed with far too much freedom.
It all began with an exchange of glances, in the middle of the room. Brightly lit, where the whiteness could not hide –nor reveal– the rage seething beneath the surface. It was always present in a flash of tense muscles, clenched teeth, nails scratching at fingertips. Eyes darting too quickly as they passed one another. Not even unsolved cases could distract them.
Their boss never wanted them in the same place, for they would plunge into a power struggle, competing to be the best, to be the most exceptional law enforcement officer. People would whisper about how repulsive they were, trying to get the upper hand over each other, whilst turning their backs on them, palms raised to hide their gossiping mouths. All they needed was a little push towards those confined rooms, where the Muffliato acted as a protective layer and the darkness as a cloak of freedom. The welcoming words were “Fuck you”, “NO, FUCK YOU!”, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU–
Draco’s abrupt kiss took Harry’s breath away.
Above his tousled black hair, a pale hand rested against the wall, trembling. Struggling with all his might not to fall. Green eyes were closed, whilst his wandering hands fought against the immovable object of the other’s uniform collar. They breathed each other’s air, feeling the uneven texture of the skin on their lips. They wanted to be one.
The door could open at any moment by the wrong person and ruin them forever. So they gave themselves over to the kiss, pouring everything into it: the first day they knew they had to be together, the moment that idea turned horribly sour into contempt, the fleeting touch when they exchanged the file on the missing persons case they’d been assigned, and the night their weakness manifested itself in their bodies.