The Creature Within

Disclaimer...see chapter 1. ^_^ Thanks for the reviews! They made me so happy. I love all of you! Chapter 2 There was a thump, and Harry looked behind him to see that Voldemort had shoved Draco off the bed. "I don't believe this," Harry said weakly, looking from Draco to Voldemort. "I mean," he started again hastily, when it looked like Voldemort would be happy to help him believe it, "first of all, how did I end up here?" he demanded, trying to regain some of his dignity. Had he really just kissed Voldemort and done other...things as well? He swallowed and tried not to bang his head against the wall. "Well," Draco began, as he was getting up from the floor, "we got you here by-" "Magic," Voldemort interrupted with a mocking smile. "And that's all you need to know for now," he added, with a meaningful glare at Draco. Draco opened his mouth to protest, but Voldemort made a flapping motion with one hand and mimed chopping it off with the other. Draco paled and shrunk towards the floor again. "Er..." Harry started again, missing the silent exchange between Voldemort and Draco. "Secondly," he continued, gaining courage, "just how do you expect me to think that I'm your mate? I don't feel any different than I did before." "Harry," Voldemort sighed, pulling Harry to his chest before Harry could protest, "when I hold you in my arms like this...how do you feel?" Oh. Well. Harry felt very comfortable in Voldemort's arms, actually. The close contact was very nice. He felt very at peace, he felt secure, he felt loved, he felt like something was piercing his neck... With a start he twisted out of Voldemort's arms and backed away. "You...teeth...bite!" he gasped in outrage, not quite able to formulate a complete sentence. He also tried to ignore the fact that he felt very exposed and vulnerable away from Voldemort. Voldemort regarded him lazily, licking what little blood he had gotten from Harry off of his lips. "Before that," he prompted, "what did you feel?" Harry hesitated. "I...it...itwasverynice," he muttered. Voldemort scooted dauntingly closer to Harry. "I'm sorry? I didn't quite catch that," he purred, just barely touching Harry. "Oh," Harry said in a small voice, oblivious of Voldemort's advances. "I said that it was very nice," he repeated louder, subconsciously leaning against Voldemort for more contact. "I see," Voldemort said, sliding an arm around Harry and making him start. With his other hand, he began running his fingers through Harry's hair. Harry inhaled sharply and hoped Voldemort never stopped stroking his hair, because it felt amazing. It was making him feel like he was drunk again, or, at the very least, it was harder to think coherently. While Voldemort continued to stroke his hair, Harry wasn't quite sure how it happened, but somehow, he ended up on top of Voldemort, wrapped around him like a static sock. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Draco looked like he really wanted to stroke Harry's hair. "Mmm," Harry grunted in approval, curling up as closely as possible to Voldemort. The contact was making him tingle all over, and the fingers running through his hair made him want to melt into a pile of goo. "You like that?" Voldemort guessed dryly, but he seemed very pleased about their new position. Harry looked back up at Voldemort and saw a predatory look in his eyes. "Yes," he breathed. "I take it you understand now that we're mates?" Voldemort asked. Harry nodded. "And Draco's my mate too," he said. Voldemort's gaze hardened. "I do not like sharing," he said coldly. "Oh, Harry," Draco spoke up, breaking the tension building up between Voldemort and Harry. "You seem to have forgotten that the man you're snuggling up to is the one who killed your parents." It was a low blow to both Harry and Voldemort. Harry jerked away from Voldemort and felt disgusted with himself. Voldemort eyed Draco coldly. "That was very Slytherin of you," he said appraisingly. "We may have gotten...friendly over the summer, Draco, but be assure that that will not stop me from killing you," he threatened nastily. Draco narrowed his eyes. "Do you really think Harry would forgive you for killing his mate?" he asked challengingly. Voldemort gazed at Draco derisively. "He would have me," he countered, but uncertainty had crept into his voice. Draco smirked and looked at Harry for support. "Don't look at me like I'm yours, Draco," Harry spat angrily. "I seem to recall that you've devoted much of your life to making mine miserable," he reminded Draco in a scathing voice. Voldemort shot Draco a triumphant look. "I am disgusted with both of you," Harry continued, getting off the bed. Voldemort lost his smirk. "I'm leaving," Harry announced, starting towards the door. Or, at least, the door had been in front of him a second ago, but Voldemort had evidently appeared in front of him, blocking his way, and two hands grasped hold of Harry's shoulders before he could dodge them. "I don't know how much you know about vampires, Harry, but they're very strong," Voldemort said warningly. "And if it is necessary, I will use all of my strength to keep you from leaving this room." Harry sank to the floor in defeat. "Might I at least have some clothes then?" he asked. "No," Voldemort answered, seemingly intent on denying Harry every small dignity. Harry glared at Voldemort. "What do you plan to do with me then?" he demanded, clenching his fists angrily. Voldemort knelt until he was level with Harry. "Well," he began more gently, "from what I gather, it seems like you're a creature that feeds off sexual energy." He paused and looked at Harry to see if he agreed with him. Harry shrugged. "So it would be terribly rude of me to starve you," Voldemort concluded. Harry gulped. "Oh yes, starvation would be unacceptable," Draco agreed, drifting closer to Harry. Harry looked up at both of them stubbornly, refusing to give in. 'These are the two people who are responsible for making my life hell,' he reminded himself. Plus..."What about the prophecy?" Harry asked. "Neither can live while the other survives'?" Voldemort blinked. "Aren't vampires dead?" He countered. Harry opened his mouth to retort, thought about what Voldemort had said, and closed his mouth again. He supposed that made some sort of sense. "But you killed my parents," Harry whispered, mentally repulsed by the idea of sleeping with Voldemort, even if his body wasn't. "But we are still mates," Voldemort pointed out. "Because when I do this," he murmured, caressing Harry's cheek and making him shudder and lick his lips, "you react so wonderfully, and it makes me want to...fuck you." Harry's eyes widened. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he was aware that Voldemort was trying to distract him, but his distraction was working very well and making it extremely hard to think. "Er...I...I'd like...can you...let me think alone for a bit?" Harry asked finally, trying to wrap his mind around the fact that the Dark Lord has just said 'I want to fuck you'. "I think that's a good idea," Draco cut in smoothly before Voldemort had a chance to talk. "This is all a bit much to take in, in one night," he said sympathetically, practically oozing benevolence. "There's a bathroom in the adjoining room with a bathtub that you could relax in," he suggested angelically. "Ah...that sounds nice," Harry said gratefully, oblivious of the suspicious stare Voldemort was sending Draco. "It has been a tiring day," he agreed. At this comment, Voldemort and Draco smirked, both feeling responsible for making Harry so tired. Voldemort stood up. "I have some things to attend to," he said, "Harry, you are welcome to take a bath. Draco, do him the courtesy of leaving Harry alone while he-" Voldemort paused, trying to find the right words, "-reflects on life." Draco wordlessly pointed out the bathroom to Harry and Voldemort swept out of the room, closing the door behind him. Harry got up and walked into the bathroom. Turning, he closed to door behind him and faced the room. "Wow," he breathed, looking around at the marble tiling and mosaic walls. There was a circular sunk-in bath in the center, with a ledge-like bench around the edge. Harry twisted the faucet and the bath quickly filled up with steaming water. He slid in with a relaxed sigh and closed his eyes. This was very nice. He could almost get used to this. But how could he be the mate of the Dark Lord and the son of his most trusted Death Eater? What would his parents say if they were alive? His friends? Harry knew they answer of course. They would shun him, or think he was under a spell, or something. The root of the matter was that he was now some sort of unidentifiable creature that needed sex to survive...and Voldemort and Draco were willing to help him survive. And his mind might be against the relationship, but his body certainly wasn't. And even mentally, there was a part of his mind that really liked the love and comfort that Draco and Voldemort were providing. Yet, at the same time... Harry was so engrossed in his thoughts he failed to see Draco walk in and lie by the edge of the tub. It was only when the water began to surge and bubble, targeting a specific area beneath his navel when Harry opened his eyes and saw Draco. "How are you doing this?" he asked, stifling a moan. Draco watched him appreciatively, smiling. "I can manipulate water. It's a demon thing," he explained. "I've found that it comes in handy sometimes." "I can see that," Harry said, between ragged breaths. "Care to join me?" he invited, with some difficulty speaking. Draco licked his lips. "I'd love to," he accepted, diving into the tub and quickly drifting over to Harry. "here, let me wash your back," he offered innocently. "Uh...ok," Harry said nervously, turning around and kneeling on the seat of the tub so that Draco had better access to Harry's back and the water level was at Harry's waist. "Mmm, you have such soft skin," Draco complimented, running his hands down Harry's back. "Uh, thanks," Harry said, shivering. "Cold?" Draco asked in a concerned voice. Before Harry could reply, the bathwater turned much warmer. "Is that better?" he asked. "Yes, thank you," Harry said, nervous that he couldn't see what Draco was doing behind him. "That's good," Draco commented. He seemed to sound genuinely pleased that he'd done something nice for Harry. Harry was just beginning to put his trust in Draco when he felt a tongue on his back, moving languidly up and down. "Draco!" Harry hissed in surprise. "What the hell are you doing?" he gasped, gripping the sides of the tub. The tongue stopped. "Washing your back," Draco replied innocently, before returning to his task with fervor. As Draco's tongue continued its downward journey, Harry's mind went to the gutter. "Hey Draco?" he asked suddenly, nearly regretting speaking up when the tongue stopped. "Yes?" Draco purred in Harry's ear. "Er...do part of your demon talents include breathing under water?" he asked innocently. Draco moved around to face Harry and gave him a critical look. "Hmm," he hummed suggestively. "And just what would I be doing that requires me to breathe under water?" he asked, sliding closer to Harry. "Uh..." Harry began. "Well, can you or can't you breathe underwater?" he asked instead of answering. Draco smirked. "I don't know," he said, "shall we find out?" Before Harry could say anything, Draco sunk under the water and closed his mouth around Harry's cock. "Oh..." Harry grunted, before the warmth disappeared and Draco resurfaced. "Regrettably, I seem to lack that particular skill," he informed Harry, seemingly unaware of the state Harry was in. Harry swallowed. "That is unfortunate," he said disappointedly. Draco looked at Harry. "That doesn't mean we can't have some fun outside of the tub," he pointed out, "Or, there are other options available." "Other...options?" Harry repeated blankly. Draco shrugged elegantly. "Well," he began, going behind Harry again, "If I were to continue washing your back, but then, accidently pushed you on to all fours and slid my-" The door to the bathroom burst open and Voldemort stood framed in the doorway. "What is going on here?" he hissed, giving Draco a murderous look. Draco backed away from Harry. "Just having a bit of bath time...fun, my lord," he said with a sneer. "I can see that," Voldemort snarled, walking over to the bath in two long strides. "Harry. Up," he ordered. "Come here," he beckoned. Harry frowned, not liking how Voldemort had taken to ordering him around like a servant. He got up anyway, dripping wet, and walked up to Voldemort. If Voldemort was going to be so dominating, Harry would bring him down. "Vol-de-mort," Harry said slowly, putting heavy emphasis on each syllable, "I'm hungry," he murmured, wrapping his arms around Voldemort's neck and hauling himself up so that he could wrap his legs around Voldemort's waist. He heard a shark intake of breath from behind him and realized he was giving Draco quite a show of his ass. "What a coincidence," he heard Voldemort say huskily. "I'm hungry too." Harry nuzzled Voldemort's houlder, exposing his neck teasingly to Voldemort, and smiled. "I was just about to feed off Draco when you interrupted," he said, "so I think it's only fair that since you deprived me of my meal, "I'll deprive you of yours," Harry reasoned, and tried to disentangle himself from Voldemort to get back into the tub. When Harry felt Voldemort's arms tighten around him as he tried to get away, he suddenly remembered that vampires were very strong. "You seem to forget, Harry, that in strength, I have the upper hand," Voldemort said smugly, reflecting Harry's thoughts. "Also, when I do this," he said, sliding his fingers through Harry's hair and making him moan, "you go limp...and I could have my wicked way with you if I so chose." His last words were said in a whisper, and then he turned Harry's head so that he could kiss him deeply. Harry trembled at the force of the kiss and the way it was making him react. He tried to weakly shove Voldemort away, but it felt so good and his creature instincts were taking over and telling him to let Voldemort do what he wanted. Voldemort broke the kiss to say, "Judging by the way you're behaving, I'd say you want this too." Harry could only moan in reply. A powerful torrent of water hit Voldemort and slammed him into the wall, interrupting Voldemort's speech. Harry regained his senses and looked up to see Draco standing in the middle of the tub with a pleased smile on his face. Voldemort got up and turned to Draco with a look of fury on his face. "You've just about pushed my limits today, Draco," Voldemort snarled, raising his wand. Harry anticipated what was coming and leapt across the floor to shield Draco as Voldemort said, "Crucio." The Unforgivable hit Harry and he screamed. Voldemort paled and cut off the spell immediately while Draco hugged Harry to him protectively. "Harry," Voldemort said hoarsely, stumbling towards him, "I..." Harry felt Draco pull him out of the water on to the tile floor and saw him give Voldemort a look that clearly meant 'you big meanie'. "Come on, help me get him to the room," Draco said tersely, and Voldemort picked up Harry. Harry curled up sleepily in Voldemort's arms and did not protest when Voldemort set him down gently on the bed. "I think you should apologize," Harry heard Draco say from very far away. "How? He's unconscious," Voldemort pointed out. "Not for long, if you apologize like this..." Draco began. ----------------- Hmm. Ok, so I'm thinking I'll update every Monday and Friday if I can...school is rough. Thanks again for your reviews! Wheeee.