FAMILY TIES

Note: telepathic thoughts in italics


Chapter Fifteen


The next morning Draco lay on his side, leaning up on his elbow as he gazed down at Harry as he slept. ‘My husband,’ he mused to himself as he glided his hand over Harry’s chest, his finger circling the pierced nipple, thinking how much he’d like to play with that hoop with his tongue.

“I’m not stopping you,” Harry smiled, opening his eyes while his hand lazily stroked Draco’s back.

“You heard that?” Draco asked looking down into Harry’s eyes.

“Yes,” Harry replied, “pictured it too as you were thinking it. So what am I thinking now?” Harry asked. ‘I love the way you taste, the way you feel when I’m buried deep inside of you,’ he thought, picturing the two of them in the shower.

Draco closed his eyes as Harry’s words flowed through his mind, groaning as he almost felt Harry’s mouth on his cock. He opened his eyes then threw the covers off them, getting off the bed, dragging Harry with him.

“Where’re we going Draco?” Harry smirked, enjoying the view of the blonde’s backside.

“Shower,” Draco huskily replied looking over his shoulder.

Harry gladly followed him into the shower, taking in the subtle changes of Draco’s body. He was a bit taller, his hair longer, and a bit darker blonde in color. His eyes were a stormy grey with flecks of blue in them. “You look so good,” he softly said as he stepped forward, pressing Draco’s back to the tiled wall.

Draco pulled Harry closer, the water pulsing over their bodies from the double showerheads. He willed his fangs away like Harry and Severus taught him before he was turned, smiling when he accomplished it. His hands slid down Harry’s back to his hips as he reached up to meet Harry’s kiss.

Harry braced his hands on the wall on either side of Draco’s head as he grinded his hips forward, their erections sliding wetly against each other. He brushed his tongue along Draco’s lips as he pushed his hips forward, slipping a leg between his. At Draco’s gasp, he plunged his tongue into his mouth, dueling with Draco’s tongue as their bodies slid over each other. He drew away from the kiss, his breathing ragged as he looked into the lust filled eyes of his husband. He locked his gaze with his as he lowered himself to his knees, his hands gliding down Draco’s chest, then down to his hips.

“Harry,” Draco huskily moaned as he combed his fingers through Harry’s wet hair, pulling him closer. “Please, no teasing.”

Harry continued to look up at Draco as he gripped the base of his cock, slowly stroking it while his other hand cupped his balls, kneading them in his hands. He leaned forward to lick the head of Draco’s cock, swirling around the engorged tip. As he slowly took the head into his mouth, he slipped a finger into Draco’s hole.

“Fuck . . . Harry . . . more, please,” Draco panted, thrusting his hips forward.

Harry eagerly complied as he took Draco all the way into his mouth, deep throating him as he thrust his finger in deep. He moaned as he bobbed his head faster, the vibration making Draco moan all that much louder. He slipped another finger inside him, going as deep as he could until he felt Draco’s inner walls start to grip his fingers. He drew his mouth off of Draco’s cock, and withdrew his fingers.

“Fuck Harry,” Draco whimpered, “I was going to cum.”

“I know,” Harry said as his hand went to his cock, stroking the hardened shaft. “Turn around Dray.”

Draco’s eyes followed Harry’s hand, licking his lips as the hand stroked the length. He eagerly did as ordered and turned his back on Harry, bracing his hands on the wall and spreading his legs. He was soon pushing back on Harry’s length, moaning as he was being filled.

Once Harry was fully sheathed inside, he gripped Draco’s hips and slowly drew back until just the head of his cock was embedded, to them plunge back in fast and hard. Harry repeated the slow withdrawal and fast thrusts a few more times, feeling Draco’s body quiver beneath his hands. He began to quicken his thrusts into him, angling himself until he was hitting Draco’s prostate.

“Fuck!” Draco cried out as he pushed back onto Harry, his cock splattering his cum on the wall in front of him, without even touching it.

Harry’s arm went around Draco’s waist as he slammed in deep, grinding against his backside as his orgasm ripped out of him. He leaned his forehead on the middle of his back, trying to get his breathing back under control. “Love you,” he breathlessly said before he kissed Draco’s back.

“Ditto,” Draco raggedly replied, as he stood straight up, leaning back against Harry, moaning as Harry slipped out of him. “Merlin, I’ll be lucky if I can sit,” he said grinning back at Harry.

“You okay? I can use a healing charm,” Harry worriedly said, kissing the side of his neck.

“I’m fine. Bloody wonderful actually. And I’ll keep the slight discomfort to remind me how thoroughly my husband fucked me this morning,” Draco smirked as he turned into Harry’s arms.

“Husband,” Harry smiled, “like the sound of that. How’s your stomach? Is it burning?”

“A little,” Draco shrugged, sighing as Harry lathered shampoo in his hair.

“We’ll eat breakfast, then you need to feed off me,” Harry said, leaning in to place a brief kiss on Draco’s lips.

“So what are we going to do all week with no classes?” Draco asked, soaping up a cloth to wash Harry’s chest.

“I want to test out our telepathic bond a bit. And although we have no classes, we still have assignments from the Professors. Then maybe I thought I’d shag my husband every chance I can get,” Harry grinned.

“That last part sound promising,” Draco smirked, earning a kiss for his comment.

“Come on, I’m feeling waterlogged and hungry,” Harry smiled as he shut the water off with a wave of his hand.



They both dried themselves off and dressed in their jeans and T-shirts before going out to their common room, where they stopped short to see Dumbledore and Severus sitting there, smirking knowingly at the two of them.

“Hello you two,” Dumbledore twinkled, “thought we’d have breakfast brought up for you two.”

“Would you like to join us, Professors?” Draco asked, sitting down at the table, dishing out the eggs and potatoes, not seeing Harry’s look of satisfaction as he carefully sat down.

“That would be wonderful. Thank you boys,” Dumbledore smiled. “The bond is complete then?”

“Yes. We’ve already noticed the telepathic link, and Draco will now have to put up with me for a very long time,” Harry grinned.

“Always,” Draco softly said before leaning over to kiss Harry’s cheek who sat beside him.

“Welcome to the family Draco,” Severus warmly smiled. “Have you thought who would be your donors?”

“No. I haven’t.”

“Apart from Harry, who you’ll be able to feed off of anytime, you should have others. I...I would be honored if you would let me be one of them for you,” Severus hesitantly said.

“Yes. Thank you Severus,” Draco grinned, feeling Harry’s warm happy feelings directed towards Severus.

“Harry, I’ve decided to accept your kind invitation to spend Christmas at Silvenwind with you and Draco . . . if the offer still stands,” Severus said, a small ring of hope in the unasked question.

“Of course it’s . . . ” Harry began.

“Silvenwind? Christmas? What’s this all about?” Draco asked as he turned to face Harry.

“Dray. I was going to mention it actually today,” Harry said, giving a slight glare at Severus. “We were so busy with looking up the bonding stuff that it slipped my mind. The family all wants to meet you . . . as well as Severus. It will be my first Christmas with family . . . I mean, I liked spending it with the Weasley’s, they’ll always feel like family, but this is my own family with grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins. They’re planning on throwing us a party . . . kind of a bonding celebration. If you don’t . . . ”

Draco leaned over and kissed Harry on the lips to stop his rambling. He brought his hand up to cup the side of his face as they shared a tender kiss. He pulled away to see Harry’s dazed expression. “I would love to go Harry. Where you go, I go. You’re my family now,” Draco smiled.

“Please . . . we are eating you two,” Severus smirked sipping his morning coffee.

Harry reached for Draco’s hand under the table as they ate, talking of their plans for the week . . . omitting the shagging whenever and wherever they could. After eating and a couple cups of coffee and tea, Dumbledore and Severus got up to leave, knowing that Draco needed to feed from Harry soon.

At the door, Severus told Dumbledore that he needed to have a word with Harry and Draco, and would be out in a few minutes.

“Something wrong Severus?” Harry asked.

“Everything is fine Harry,” Severus replied, stepping forward. “I know you two have been busy the past weeks with training, classes, and the bonding,” Severus reached in his pocket to take out a small velvet box, “this is my gift to you . . . my godson and brother.”

Harry looked to Draco who shrugged back at him, then back to Severus before reaching for the box. He opened it to see two gold bands with a jade and grey opal stone melded into the band, with an inscription on the inside that read . . . ‘eternal love’.

“They are spelled to fit and not come off unless either of you take them off. There are also protecting charms to repel some hexes, and to lessen some of the more painful ones like the Crucio curse,” Severus said, nervous when the two of them didn’t say anything right away.

Harry handed the box to Draco and flung his arms around a very surprised Severus’s neck. “Thank you Sev. We will cherish them,” he brokenly said by his ear.

Draco smirked at the two, and raised his brow at Severus when he looked his way, noticing that Severus was returning the embrace.

When Severus realized what he was doing he took a step back, straightening his robes. “Your welcome Harry,” he said, inwardly still feeling the warm feeling inside his chest from Harry’s embrace.

As Harry stepped back, Draco took his place, hugging his godfather. “Thanks Sev. It means a lot to me . . . to us that you did this. Not just the gift, but the sentiment behind it,” Draco said, smiling against Severus’s shoulder when he felt arms wrap around his back, returning the embrace.

“Merlin . . . Potter turned you into a Gryffindor with all that sentimental godswallop,” Severus teased.

“Love will do that to you Sev,” Draco grinned as he took a step back to be wrapped up in Harry’s arms next from behind. “And you haven’t seen Harry’s Slytherin side. He’s just a snaky as me.”

“Oh . . . I’ve seen it. Every single year he’s been here,” Severus laughed. “He should have been placed where the sorting hat was going to put him in the first place,” he added.

“If the hat put me in Slytherin like it wanted to in our first year, you wouldn’t have had anyone to harass over the years, or to spend time with in detention,” Harry impishly said.

“Prat,” Severus smirked. “Don’t forget to do the daily assignment for potions. Just because you’re family, doesn’t mean I’ll go easy on you,” he added, then left the two bemused men behind.

“So . . . what’s this about Christmas with your family?” Draco asked, leading the way to the couch.

Harry sat in the corner of the couch and motioned for Draco to sit between his legs. “Feed, and I’ll tell you about it,” he said, meeting Draco’s brief kiss before tilting his neck to the side. He sighed as he felt Draco’s fangs pierce his skin, and tightened his arms around his back to hold him close.

“I am sorry I didn’t mention it earlier, Draco. I did mean to. Grandfather came to visit me when I was training with Gaidon the one day and asked if I was going to come home for Christmas, inviting you and Severus also. My whole family will be there and I’m looking forward to it. It’s amazing there Draco. Feels like summer all the time. At night there’s a calming breeze that comes through the open windows and you could hear the night creatures in the woods calling out to each other. There’s this lagoon with a huge waterfall that is so relaxing. Many of the elves relax and swim in it, comfortable in their nudity . . . ” Harry dreamily said. He went on telling about the courtyards, and the other elves there that he had befriended.

Draco had his fill of Harry’s blood and withdrew his fangs as Harry told of his family. “Sounds like a good time love,” Draco softly said, laying his head on Harry’s shoulder.

“I was also told of something else they’re planning,” Harry hedged.

“What would that be?”

“Grandmother and my aunts are planning a celebration for us, to celebrate our bonding. Grandmother . . . with our consent . . . asked if we would bond at Silvenwind. She would like to see us married there,” Harry said.

“I have no problem marrying you Harry,” Draco smiled looking up at him. “We are bonded by vampiric customs, and I would love to go through an elven marriage ceremony with you too.”

Harry met Draco’s eyes as he brought his hand up to the back of his neck. “Have I told you how much I love you lately?” He huskily asked, his lips close to Draco’s.

“Not for a couple of hours,” Draco grinned, putting his arms around Harry’s neck. “Care to show me how much?” He asked suggestively.

The two of them leisurely kissed, their hands caressing the skin that they sought out. As usually happens between them, their passion flared, as their kisses grew more thorough and needy. Draco shifted to straddle Harry’s legs as his hands slipped under his T-shirt, slowly drawing it up. Harry’s hands were not idle as he hastily unbuttoned Draco’s shirt, seeing the warm skin of his mate.

The kiss broke as Draco drew back to pull the T-shirt over Harry’s head, then moaned out loud as Harry’s lips went to his nipple, swirling his tongue around the nub. He rocked his hips forward, grinding his erection against Harry’s. His hand tangled into the back of Harry’s hair, tugging back to look him in the eye. “I want you on your hands and knees love . . . where I’ll fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to sit comfortably for the rest of the day,” he huskily said as he got off Harry’s lap.

“Gods . . . Dray,” Harry panted, his cock achingly hard from Draco’s heated words. He stood up, hastily unzipping his jeans, then moaned when Draco went on his knees before him to take him into his mouth. “Fuck . . . more,” he moaned, thrusting his hips forward.

Draco took Harry deep in his mouth as he pulled the jeans down his legs. Once Harry’s were off, he unzipped his, pulling them down his hips, gripping the base of his cock to stop himself from cumming. He slid his lips up a down Harry’s length a few times, making sure to flick his tongue around the head, smiling against the tip when he felt his husband’s legs quiver beneath his hand. He leaned back, and placed his hands on Harry’s hips, turning him so the firm globes were at eye level. “On your knees,” he ordered.

Harry looked back as he went down on his knees, seeing Draco slowly stroke his own cock, as his other hand glided up his legs to caress his ass, and back. He braced himself on his elbows, closing his eyes as Draco’s hand’s skimmed over his ass, his fingers slipping in the crease to tease his anus. He felt both of Draco’s hand on his ass, spreading him, then a slick tongue circling his opening before darting in.

Draco plunged his tongue in over and over again, encouraged by the whimpers and moans coming from his mate . . . his husband. Once Harry began to push back, begging for more, he withdrew to nibble on his backside. He slid two lubricated fingers in Harry, thrusting slow and deep, to then withdraw and go deep again a few more times. As he slid a third finger in, he began stroking his own lubricated cock. Once he felt Harry was prepared enough he knelt behind him, positioning the head of his cock at Harry’s entrance. He slipped past the tight ring of muscle, holding still as he gripped the other’s hips, then slammed in fast and deep.

“Holy . . . Fuck!” Harry cried out trying to hold onto something as Draco pounded into him over and over again. “Faster . . . pleasssse . . . gods . . . feels . . . make . . . me cummmm,” he panted, howling out in pleasure when he felt a smack to his ass as he pushed back to meet Draco’s thrust.

Draco caressed the reddening skin before smacking the same spot. He moaned when he felt Harry grip his cock tight inside from the slap. He pistoned his cock into Harry, fast . . . deep, and hard, over and over again until he felt his cock gripped tight when Harry came. He gripped the hips again as he thrust deep, his orgasm ripping out of him. He leaned over Harry’s back, wrapping his arms around his waist.

“Love you,” he raggedly said against the damp back, before kissing him and laying his cheek down. His hand stroked Harry’s heaving chest, still both connected as they gained control over their breathing. “You okay?” He softly asked as he slipped out of him.

“Yeah . . . good,” Harry hoarsely said as he fully lay down on the carpet, not caring if he lay in his own cum, “besides feeling shagged out.”

Draco’s hand lovingly stroked Harry’s reddened ass cheek, placing a kiss to the heated flesh. “I’ll run us a bath,” he said, leaning down to kiss Harry’s shoulder.

“Okay. Come get me when it’s ready,” Harry sighed.

Draco smiled down at Harry, then went to run the bath. When he came out Harry, hadn’t moved, so he turned him over to see that he had fallen asleep. He took a few moments admiring him, tracing the path of teeth marks down the chest from their morning activities. “Harry,” he softly said as he placed a hand on his chest.

“Hmmm,” Harry murmured as he put his hand over Draco’s.

“Baths ready,” Draco smiled. “Did I shag you sleepy love?”

“No. Just resting my eyes,” Harry replied, opening his one eye, giving him a small smile.

“Riight,” Draco drawled, then stood up and reached down to help Harry to his feet.

The two of them lounged back in the tub, both too tired to do more that hold each other. Once out of the tub and dry, they slipped on some pajama bottoms and slid between the cool sheets. Harry lay on his side, pulling Draco to him, his back warm against his chest. He placed a kiss to the back of Draco’s shoulder then tightened his hold around his waist, where he soon drifted off to sleep followed closely by his husband.

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