FAMILY TIES

Chapter Fourteen


It was two weeks later, after serious discussions with Draco, his family, Severus, and Dumbledore that he made the decision to turn Draco. They had gone through the various bondings and decided on a life bond . . . the strongest and the most comfortable for both of them. Draco moved his things into his rooms, as they would need to be close for the first week to get accustomed to the bond.

“Are you sure Draco?” Harry asked again as he rinsed the soap off of Draco’s chest.

“Yes. Very sure,” Draco replied leaning back against Harry’s chest in the large tub. “There are no drawbacks to this.”

“Except spending your lifetime with me,” Harry smirked.

“That’s not a drawback, that’s a plus,” Draco said as he turned in Harry’s arms to place a soft kiss on Harry’s lips.

Harry returned the kiss, wrapping his arms around Draco’s back to pull him closer. When he felt Draco’s erection wetly gliding over his, he moaned into the kiss as he moved his hips forward. After several breathless minutes, they drew apart, their eyes glazed with need, their lips wet and full from their passionate kisses.

“Am I clean enough?” Draco asked, “Because I need you . . . inside of me,” he huskily said as he moved his hips forward again.

“Draco,” Harry moaned as he thrust up again, “gods . . . you drive me crazy.”

“Bed . . . now,” Draco softly said as he reluctantly got off of Harry’s lap. “Make me yours,” he whispered when Harry stood up in front of him.

Even with their burning hunger for each other, they took their time drying each other off, laying soft kisses where they could. Harry led Draco to the bed, laying him on his back, crawling up to him to kneel between his legs. He braced himself over him, feeling a warmth travel through his body as he looked down at his mate. “I love you,” he softly said.

Draco leaned up on his elbows to touch his lips to Harry’s. “Love you too . . . always,” he replied.

Harry returned the kiss briefly before nibbling and licking his way down Draco’s neck, his fangs lightly scraping against the pulse point. He smiled against Draco’s neck when he felt the blonde’s breathing hitch, his neck arching back in invitation. Draco’s hands glided up Harry’s arms, feeling the muscles shift as Harry lowered himself to lie partially on top of him. Harry leaned up on his elbow as he trailed wet kisses down Draco’s chest, his hand skimming lightly down his waist to his hip. Draco’s leg went to the back of Harry’s thigh, his foot sliding sensually down the back of Harry’s leg as he moved his hips up against Harry’s stomach.

“Mmm . . . Harry,” Draco whimpered as he felt a fang slice the skin by his nipple. His hand went to the back of Harry’s head, his fingers grasping the hair as he arched up into Harry’s mouth.

Harry glided his hand up to Draco’s nipple, pinching it between two fingers as he licked around the nipple and cut, sucking the sweet blood into his mouth.

Draco was reaching between them to grasp his aching cock, when Harry stopped him, linking his fingers through his at their side. “Not yet love,” Harry said, his lips leaving the reddened nipple to move lower.

Harry’s thumb ran over Draco’s palm as his lips and tongue caressed the other’s body, no spot being left out from his questing lips. His fangs left tiny scratches where he leisurely licked, the taste of blood sweet on his lips. He shifted lower on the bed, his hand running down Draco’s hip, to slide inwards, his fingers combing through the blonde pubic hair.

“Harry . . . please,” Draco pleaded.

Harry smiled against Draco’s hip, the scent of his arousal making him rock hard, and wanting. His nose nuzzled into the base of Draco’s cock as his hand slid down his leg, spreading him. He murmured a lubrication spell before slowly letting his finger tease Draco’s puckered opening. As he slowly slid the one finger in, his warm breath ghosted up Draco’s cock before swiping at the purple weeping tip with his tongue.

“Oh gods . . . yes . . . please,” Draco panted as he gripped the sheets at his sides, his body writhing beneath Harry’s.

Harry continued to tease the head of Draco’s cock with long hard strokes, swirling around the tip. After many torturous minutes for Draco, he wet his lips then lowered his mouth, taking just the crown in as he licked and sucked. He added another finger inside Draco, feeling his way up to the prostate, rubbing against it repeatedly.

“Harry . . . ah . . . mmm,” Draco moaned as he thrust up into Harry’s mouth, not being able to hold back his release as he shot his seed inside of Harry’s mouth.

Harry swallowed it all, finally taking Draco’s full length into his mouth as he continued to thrust his fingers, adding a third to the pulsing heat.

As his fingers continued to loosen Draco, thrusting and scissoring inside, his mouth left Draco’s half-erect cock to nibble and kiss his way to Draco’s upper inner thigh. He used his free hand to hold the thigh steady as he teased the sensitive skin with his fangs, sucking on the skin. He looked up to see Draco watching him, then slowly pierced the skin.

“Gods . . . that feels . . . good,” Draco softly said as he felt his leg twitch against Harry’s mouth. All the times Harry fed off him, this was the first time on the thigh. He never realized it was such an erogenous zone for him, as he felt his cock harden again. His body was a myriad of feelings as Harry worked his magic on him. He felt heated and very aroused as Harry thrust his fingers inside of him. He felt out of breath, and was beginning to feel a little light headed from the loss of blood that Harry drank from his chest and thigh. He felt his stomach flutter anxiously as he realized he was close to being drained. He looked forward to it knowing he would have Harry the rest of his life.

Harry withdrew his fangs from Draco’s thigh, closing the punctures, but leaving the mark. He kneeled up between Draco’s legs and placed a pillow under him, lifting him higher. “You okay?” He softly asked. At Draco’s nod of reassurance he lifted one of Draco’s legs to his chest and slowly breached the ring of muscle with the head of his cock. He hissed at the warm, tight feeling surrounding him, holding still when he was buried balls-deep inside. He slowly pulled back about half way, then thrust back in. He continued with the shallow, slow thrusts, using every ounce of control not to release. He looked down at Draco’s writhing body, almost cumming at the sight of the debauched blonde.

He let go of Draco’s leg and braced his elbows on either side of Draco’s head. “Love you,” he huskily said as he thrust deep and fast.

“Ah hh . . . gods . . . love you,” Draco panted, pulling Harry’s head down to get a kiss, still able to taste his own blood on his lips.

When Draco pulled away from the kiss to arch his neck back, Harry laved the area with his tongue as he incanted the bonding spell. Right before he sank his fangs in, he kissed up Draco’s neck. “Love you,” he whispered by his ear. He drank deep and long from Draco as he thrust in deep and hard. He drank faster as he felt his release nearing, then felt Draco’s cock pulse against his lower stomach as the blonde weakly cried out Harry’s name, his cum spreading between their bodies. Harry thrust deep a few more times as he felt his cock gripped tight inside of Draco, milking his climax out of him. After he emptied himself, he slowly withdrew and pulled Draco up to him as he kneeled back on the bed.

Harry squeezed his eyes shut as the flow of blood eased, Draco’s hold on him loosening. He withdrew his fangs and held Draco tightly before laying him down gently on the bed. He placed his palm over Draco’s chest, feeling his heart slowly beating. He brought his wrist up to his mouth to slice the skin with a fang then held it to Draco’s lips as he stroked the side of his cheek with his thumb. He felt Draco’s tongue against the gash at his wrist as the blood flowed freely down his throat. He whispered the second part of the spell as he felt Draco eagerly take in his life’s blood.

Draco’s lips left his wrist as he lay back on the pillows, falling into unconsciousness. He licked his wrist, healing the wound before he lay down at Draco’s side, laying his head over his chest. He pulled a blanket over their cooling bodies for the wait. His hand gripped Draco’s limp hand as he heard Draco’s heart slow down, then stop, his chest still beneath his cheek.

He knew this part was coming but he couldn’t help the tears that flowed freely from his eyes as Draco ‘died’ underneath him. He knew his blood was flowing its way through Draco’s body, seeking out the heart to bring him back to life.

Harry sat at Draco’s side as his body got accustomed to the changes, cleaning the blood and cum from his body with the moist cloth he had prepared at their side. He soothed the moaning, writhing body for several hours, whispering words of love by his ear to calm him.

Harry laid his head on Draco’s chest again, his fingers drawing lazy circles across his stomach. He heard, and felt Draco’s heart start to beat regularly, then the deep even breathing of his chest showing that the blonde was sleeping. He lay awake wanting to be there when Draco woke up.

Draco slowly crept his way to the living, feeling disorientated and comforted. He opened his eyes to see the sun just peeking its way up past the trees from the window, then looked down to see Harry’s head laying on his chest, his raven and red streaked hair spread over his chest. “Harry,” he hoarsely said as he reached his hand up to grasp Harry’s hand on his stomach.

Harry looked up and warmly smiled at his mate . . . his husband. “Draco. How do you feel?” He softly asked as he shifted up to lie on his side next to him.

“Weird,” Draco replied, giving a tired smile. “I’m tired, but my body feels like it wants to go a couple of rounds of quidditch.”

“I’m told that’s normal,” Harry grinned, leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth. He reached up to stroke the side of Draco’s cheek, his thumb brushing across the bottom lip, smiling when he felt the newly sharpened teeth. “We’ll have to work on a few things.”

“I thought the fangs would feel awkward, but I only notice a slight difference,” Draco said, running his tongue on the lengthened incisors.

Harry followed Draco’s tongue with his eyes, feeling himself harden against the other’s hip. “Fuck, Draco . . . you look incredible right now,” he huskily said.

Draco lay on his side, facing Harry, slipping a leg between his as he pulled him close. He gave a low moan when he felt their erections pressed together, and from seeing Harry’s eye’s darken with lust. “Don’t we need to finish the bond?” Draco asked as he combed his fingers through Harry’s hair, his thumb stroking the pointed ears.

Harry growled as he took possession of Draco’s lips, as he tightened his hold around Draco’s back, lifting his legs up to wrap around the other’s thigh. Their kiss was hungry and needy as Draco’s hand slid to Harry’s hip, then back to the crease. There was no teasing in the touch as he thrust a lubricated finger inside Harry. They broke the kiss, their breathing heavy as they nuzzled their faces into the sides of the other’s neck. Draco murmured the third and last part of the incantation at the same time he thrust another finger in Harry, and pierced the side of Harry’s neck with his virgin fangs.

Harry held Draco’s head to his neck as he shifted onto his back, pulling Draco on top of him. He felt Draco’s hands on his waist, then legs as he raised them, reaching between them to position the head of his cock at his entrance. Harry thrust up, impaling himself deeply onto Draco’s cock as he sank his fangs into the side of Draco’s neck, while Draco still drank from him.

Their lovemaking was passionate and frenzied as their blood flowed into their bodies as they drank. Their moans sent shivers down their bodies, Harry’s hips bucking up to meet Draco’s thrusts. By unspoken agreement, they each withdrew their fangs as they both fell over the abyss, cumming hard into and between their bodies, neither noticing the warm purple glow that surrounded them as they came down from their climatic high.

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