In the Dark

Harry Apparated back to his house quickly. His pulse was racing as he opened the front door and he nearly jumped when he heard a voice.

"Step inside but leave it open," the voice swirled around him. "Invite me in."

"Come in," Harry whispered encouragingly as he took a few steps past the door.

The wind swirled around him, his robes ruffling and the door closed. Draco was suddenly there, back to it, looking at Harry. "Step back," he warned.

Harry walked over to the staircase. "My room is this way," he said as he turned and started walking up the stairs. His feet carried him forward as his mind raced ahead to what would happen next. He could feel the shifting currents on the air but couldn't hear any sound as Draco followed him up to the room. The distance to his room seemed longer than he ever remembered it being, but he felt relief wash over him when he finally stepped inside. He moved to the side and turned to watch Draco walk in.

Draco reached into his own robes then and pulled out a wooden peg about two feet long. It looked like it was made from what had been a chair leg and one end was sharpened to a deadly point. He twirled it in his fingers like Harry had seen him twirl his wand back in school.

Harry winced when he saw the stake, and pulled out his own wand. "Can you set that down on the dresser then?"

"Beside the bed," Draco corrected. "I want you to stake me ... during, or right after." He set it down and then stood looking at Harry as if he was unsure what to do next.

Harry flushed. "Can you undress and lay down, and then I can just cast the spell to hold your arms and legs in place?"

Draco actually smiled then – a small but intense smile that told Harry the man was thinking about touching him. Harry was struck by how young Draco looked. If he hadn’t known they were only a couple months apart in age, he would have thought the man looked a decade younger than Harry. It was if time had stood still since the final battle at Hogwarts. Draco’s long nimble fingers worked open the buttons down his robes, watching Harry as he did.

Harry could feel his body tremble as he resisted the urge to move forward and undo the rest of Draco's buttons. He gripped the wand harder instead as his body grew warmer and the faint blush of arousal settled over his skin.

The robe parted, pale skin below, and Harry could see the faint slash of the scar across the man's chest. Draco touched it, fingers trailing across it in a way that was strangely suggestive. Then he shrugged, a graceful gesture on him that sent the cloth slithering to the floor to pool at his feet. Somehow, during this, he had already kicked off his shoes, though Harry had missed it. "Like this?" Draco asked.

"Yes," Harry moaned before he could articulate the answer more clearly. Draco looked even better than his dreams had suggested. Harry's eyes slid over the porcelain form. The man was lean but it just seemed to accentuate the muscles under his skin and Harry's fingers tingled at the memory of what it felt like to touch. Sharp hip bones framed Draco's groin, fine blond hair covered his balls and surrounded the base of a long cock that stood tall, curving slightly toward Draco's body. He was already aroused enough that the crown had pushed up from the foreskin. "Beautiful," Harry whispered. His eyes flickered over to the bed and back.

The blond's smile grew and he looked slightly surprised. Then he moved, sliding gracefully onto the bed and spreading his arms and legs, laid out like an offering on the altar of all that was forbidden.

Harry stood staring for a moment before lifting his wand and casting the spell. Ropes wrapped around Draco's arms and legs. "Something like that?" he asked, his mouth suddenly dry.

The vampire arched up, pulling on the ropes, causing the four poster bed to creak a bit. "Seems to be holding," he answered.

"Good," Harry said before he walked over to the side of the bed. He set down his wand next to the wooden stake, and then pulled open the drawer. Grabbing a Blood Replenishing Potion, Harry downed it quickly. He smiled at Draco then as he quickly moved his hands to undo his robes. The sight of the blond spread out made his hands fumble slightly.

Draco arched an eyebrow. "What was that potion?"

"Something the Healers gave me at St Mungo's," Harry answered as his robes slid down. He crawled onto the bed and knelt between Draco's legs with a smirk on his face as he looked down at the blond. His hands began gliding over lean legs as he watched Draco's face, so eager to see the expressions that were denied to him before.

Those blond lashes fluttered and Harry could feel Draco tremble at his touch. "Yes," he whispered and the candles in the room flickered.

Harry's fingers moved up and over Draco's hips. He could hardly believe that he had Draco in his bed. In the last few weeks, he had thought about it quite a bit, but it was another thing for Draco to be lying before him. He wanted this to last, and not be over too quickly. His fingers pinched both nipples lightly before he softly traced the scar back down.

"Dreamed of this," Draco whispered, echoing Harry's thoughts and shivering at the touches.

"Yes. This is even better than I dreamed." Harry's hand slid loosely around the base of Draco's cock and stroked up over the tip. Then he moved his hand away as he reached over and grabbed some lube from the drawer. He squeezed some into his hand before moving back to where he had been; his hand slick this time as it moved up and down Draco's prick. "In your dream what was I doing?"

Draco hummed, legs trembling as he arched into Harry's hand. "Riding me," he admitted.

Harry's cock twitched in response. He liked the way Draco's body arched into his touch. His hand moved quicker for a few strokes before he withdrew it and crawled forward, straddling Draco's hips.

The blond looked up at him, grey eyes wide with something that looked like both awe and hunger. "I wish I could kiss you. Don't do it, because I can't ... control it. But I wanted you to know."

"I still remember how good your kisses felt." Harry licked his lips as he remembered Draco's tongue and fangs. He reached over, coating his fingers in more lube before reaching behind himself and pushing two fingers into his arse. He imagined that they were Draco's fingers recalling how the blond had moved his fingers in and out. He could feel the tight ring of muscles slowly give, and longed for Draco's hand instead. It wasn't the same like this. It helped, though, to see Draco watching him, lips parted.

"Yes, so beautiful," the vampire whispered and the sound seemed like a caress.

Harry moaned at the feel of Draco's voice. "Nothing compared to you." He didn't think himself beautiful, but knew Draco was as he looked down at blond hair splayed out against the covers. His eyes wandered over Draco's pale smooth skin as he took in the silver eyes full of longing and the lips he imagined kissing.

"Take me inside you," Draco whispered, the heat in that voice alone making Harry flush.

"Yes," Harry gasped. He slid his fingers out and then held Draco's cock lightly as he lowered himself, groaning as familiar pain moved through him. He smiled in satisfaction as he looked down, pausing with Draco all the way in. He liked the feel of Draco inside him, the way Draco seemed to fill him and make his body tremble and tingle.

Draco moaned, shuddering. His hands were clenching and unclenching above the restraints, clearly wishing he could touch Harry. "I used to fantasize about this," he whispered, and Harry wasn't sure if the man had meant to say it aloud.

Harry wondered how long Draco had fantasized about him, but didn't want the blond to stop talking. He moved slowly at first as he got used to the movement, easing into a steady pace.

Draco moved with him, arching up as Harry rocked above him. His eyes were shining as he watched Harry. "Never meant to hurt you, just wanted ...."

Harry raised his eyebrows as he faltered slightly, curious as to what else Draco wanted. His hand moved over to rest on Draco's scar.

"Don't stop," Draco insisted, glancing over at the stake beside the bed. "I want the last thing I see to be you coming."

Harry nodded as he resumed his pace, his fingers dragging down Draco's torso. "I'm sorry I hurt you."

"Nearly killed me one year and saved me the next," Draco acknowledged. "Fair trade."

Harry moaned as he shifted and could feel Draco's cock rubbing up against his prostate with each thrust. The bed creaked as the vampire writhed, thrusting up into Harry.

"You feel so good, so fucking amazing," Draco gasped reflexively.

Harry wondered briefly how long the bed would hold up against Draco's strength and then he could feel the pleasure mounting; the sensation growing with each thrust.

"Get the stake," Draco growled.

Harry shook his head. "Not yet. Want this to last longer." Harry sighed contently as he continued to move above Draco, enjoying the feel of the man's cock sliding up and down within his tight passage.

"Yes, more," Draco gasped, licking his lips. "Touch yourself. I want to feel your hot fluid on my skin when you come."

Harry moaned as his fingers circled around his cock, matching the movements of his hand with that of Draco inside him.

"That's it!" Draco groaned, eyes glittering now as he watched Harry.

Harry paused as he reached over and grabbed the stake, placing it on the bed beside them before resuming. His movements became a little more erratic as he could feel his orgasm approaching, and knew he wouldn't last much longer.

"Yes, Harry," Draco encouraged, thrusting up into Harry and pulling on the ropes so hard that the wood of the bed posts groaned, too.

Harry came at the sound of Draco's voice. His free hand moved quickly to pick up the stake while his other hand stroked his cock, his seed spilling onto Draco's stomach.

Draco groaned, arching up. "Do it, now!" he growled.

Harry withdrew his hand then drew the stake point across his own wrist, cutting himself before bringing the wrist up to Draco's mouth.

The vampire's eyes widened in what looked like fear. "No," he gasped but then the first drop of blood fell into his mouth. His protests fell away and he seemed helpless to resist then, mouth latching onto Harry's wrist and teeth sinking into his flesh.

Harry moaned as he felt the mouth pull on him again, but this time it seemed more intense as he watched Draco's face.

The vampire sucked and his entire body shuddered under Harry, coming inside him. Harry's body also trembled as pleasure washed him away once more. The mouth seemed to be connected to his cock instead of his wrist, and the sound of sucking made him gasp as he leant forward, arching his back as he came again with the stake gripped tightly in his other hand. As his strength began to slip away he threw it across the room quickly while his vision grew darker and he slumped forward onto Draco's chest.

Harry felt like he was floating away. Yet, he felt the vampire beneath him struggling, heard the sound of shattering wood and felt himself rolled to one side, his wrist released from its piercing hold.

"Drink, Harry," he heard and something was pressed to his mouth.

The words sounded far away, and Harry parted his lips obediently, feeling a liquid flow inside. His throat worked to swallow as his thoughts tried to catch up. For some reason his mouth seemed to be moving by itself, while the rest of him felt numb and detached.

"That's it," he heard Draco whispering. "You need it to survive."

Harry slowly became aware of the rest of his body while his throat and lips continued to move. The sweet metallic taste of blood coated the inside of his mouth as he opened his eyes.

Draco was looking down at him, the blond's arm pressed to Harry's mouth. "Enough?" the vampire asked.

Harry nodded as he peered up. His mind was racing furiously as he remembered the previous weeks and the nights leading up to now. The way he had woken up in that room helpless to resist, but he had anyway even if it hadn't made a difference. He remembered how the vampire had enjoyed watching him fight back. Harry shuddered slightly as he recalled begging later, and knew he really had been Enthralled. He had been so certain he wasn't before. Frowning in confusion, he tried to figure out when it could have happened, and wondered if he was already ensnared by the third night when the vampire pulling away felt like something being ripped from inside him. But Draco had also been addicted to him, as much as he was to the bite. What would it be like now? He had just taken Draco's blood into his mouth, swallowing it down desperately, and Hermione had told him that was how he would turn.

The vampire lay beside him on the mattress and Harry could see the bed frame had collapsed. Draco was still bound, but the wooden posts he had been tied to had been ripped apart. "You lied," Draco whispered.

"And you lived." Harry replied.

"I killed you," Draco said, anguish in his voice and hand reaching to caress Harry's face.

"Only because I made you drink." Harry turned his face into Draco's hand. His lips brushed up against satiny skin.

"Now you are cursed too, because of me," Draco said.

Harry's hand reached up touching Draco's, and his lips kissed the hand lightly. "I'm not worried."

"I made you a vampire, Harry. Do you understand?" Draco frowned as his eyes searched Harry's face.

"I understand that part, though there are probably some things I still don't know about vampires," Harry acknowledged, gazing back at Draco. "You were addicted to biting me just as much as I was to being bitten by you."

Draco shuddered, closing his eyes for a moment. "I needed you."

"What about now?" Harry asked, wondering how Draco felt.

The man's fingers trailed over Harry's cheek and chin and that was when Harry realised the touch no longer felt cold. "You won't need me now," Draco answered sadly.

"You didn't keep me when I needed you before." Harry's voice strained as he remembered asking to be kept, and Draco's reaction. He dispelled the ropes still tied around the other man’s wrists and hands, then grabbed ahold of Draco's wrist. "What do you want now?"

"I took you to safety, because I almost killed you," Draco admitted.

"Would you have kept me in that room if you hadn't? Or were you planning on letting me go anyway?" Harry tightened his grip on Draco's wrist.

"I told you, I never meant to keep you," Draco said. "I just couldn't stop."

"What couldn't you stop doing, Draco?" Harry attempted to swallow around the lump in his throat as he stared up at the ceiling.

"Wanting you," Draco admitted.

Harry turned to face Draco. His eyes were searching the pale face. "I thought it was you the last night I was with you in that room. I asked all those questions trying to figure out if it was you, and tell you that it didn't matter to me. But I meant what I said, and I didn't tell anyone who the vampire was. I protected you, and still will if you'll let me."

"You want to be with me? Even after what I did?" Draco asked, sounding sceptical.

Harry frowned. "I remember wanting more than the bite, wanting to feel your hands on me again. And I wondered if you knew how I would react before you touched me. If you would have stopped when my body didn't tell you how much I wanted it."

"I could smell your reaction," Draco whispered. "I never thought before that you would want me."

"I didn't expect it either," Harry admitted honestly. "But now I don't want to let you go."

"You really do want me? Even now?" Draco looked shaken, confused.

Harry let go of Draco's wrist and moved closer, draping his arm over the man. He leant over and whispered in Draco's ear. "Yes."

Draco moaned, arms encircling Harry and pulling him close. "Harry, yes," he gasped.

Harry kissed below Draco's ear. "Yours."

Draco buried his face in Harry's hair. "Mine," he whispered in reply.


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