Passion in The Dark

Three days until the start of term and three weeks from the last order meeting.

Harry Potter was walking, well more like gliding, through Knockturn Alley when he came across a particular club that made his dark eyes lighten and a small smile appear on his otherwise emotionless face, The Voodoo Doll, the perfect place, or rather club, for those with….certain get ups.

It was 10 at night and many were flocking to the pubs and clubs that surrounded the seedier part of the dark alley, the night was just beginning for many as other turned in the beds, asleep, safe from dangers of the dark and the creatures that roamed in search of a meticulous something to feast upon, whether it be food or otherwise.

He loosened the moss coloured cloak from around him and stepped into the club, dropping the lightweight cloak into a tenders arms and making his way with bright eyes to the clubs bar, ordering a speciality of the club, trying not to capture anyone’s attention just yet, he sat with his long silky hair covering most of his now entirely smiling face.

He drank the thick drink down in two swallows, a flush of red filling his cheeks and bringing him closer to looking alive than his pale demeanour a moment ago, then swallowed the second drink, it was happy hour after all, by on get one free and all that jazz.

He turned back around, ignoring the barman who tried to pick up conversation and eyed the hectic club dance floor, although Harry thought it looked more like a gigantic fuck-fest, and the youth was pretty sure others agreed with him, the way some other people were looking at the floor, deciding to sit and watch rather than join in.

Undoing a few buttons of his sheer black shirt, he joined the fray as a fast moving song made its way through the thick crowded club air, the beat vibrating strong through all bodies on the dance floor as everyone seemed to suddenly find themselves closer together.

Heads turned and grinding and groping couples stared before the sensual waves coming from the boy, demanded attention from another person to satisfy quickly rising arousal, their partners existing for only there pleasure to get off on.

He bypassed a few annoyed looking boy-whores as there potential clients stopped there immediately attention on the other black haired youth that seemed to captivate everyone in someway or another.

He swayed his hips from side to side, his body calling out for someone to use it, use him, in anyway they wanted, his power was also reaching out, calling strong power to him, his magic curled around a select few, enticing them.

He bunched his thick black locks in one hand and the other trailed down his shirt, popping a few buttons showing more flesh when an arm gripped tightly around his waist, pulling his arse into contact with a clothed groin and he others hand gripping Harry’s own adventuring on and forcing them both under the see-through shirt.

Harry’s partner’s hands were big, bigger than his own which wasn’t saying much, but Harry wasn’t going to complain when they danced and raked over his sensitive abdomen, causing him to throw his head back against a smooth, strong bare chest. They both pulled and pushed against each other, the music they danced to almost made them violent towards each other the faster the speed of the music went.

“Outside,” was the passionate and lust filled command from the one grinding into Harry’s backside, before pulling him through the moaning and gyrating crowd and out side into a side alley, around the corner from the club.

The air had a certain chill to it, not made by the weather, as Harry was pressed into the stone wall, the handsome older man undoing Harry tight jeans and his own.

‘NOW!’ Harry gripped the golden blond locks of the man in front of him and sank the lengths of his fangs deep into his partner’s neck, drinking heavily from him and falling against the wall with him, not quite yet wanting to let go of the powerful wizard, for he was only attracted to strong power, and stimulated the wizard to climax, before allowing himself to drop the man and slip back into the pub.

He was pawed as he collected his cloak, by many, but merely brushed them off as he walked out of the club and down a different alley to the one he left the blond in. His body was thrumming with energy, power and pent up arousal.

He was quite lucky he didn’t kill that wizard tonight, it was dangerous for him to be out at such a time, but he couldn’t help it his power and body burned for interaction, the heat building in him was almost painful at the best of times.

His hands shook almost unnoticeably, and he walked swiftly with his head down, he needed to get home, now!

He dodged down another alley as he felt the vibration of footsteps coming in his direction and crashed right into another body, which held onto him as the footsteps grew louder and a crowd of drunks passed them, shouting and laughing in their inebriated state of mind.

He tried to wrench himself from the grip, but the owner of the hand held him fast, he was strong, Harry gave him that as he tried to look who was under the charcoal grey hooded cloak, for not many people could keep a grip on a Vampire, especially one in such an intoxicated state.

“Well, well, well, here I am walking the streets of Knockturn Alley only to find myself with a handful of The-Boy-Who-Lived,” the taunt was unmistakable to place, none other than Lucius Malfoy stood before Harry, and when the cloak hood was lowered ad the spill of silver blond hair poured around him, he knew that he was in trouble.

His power flared up again wrapping itself unknowingly around the powerful and dangerous man in front of him, Harry managed just to control his body who wanted to buck into the man and stem the whimper in his throat. This was indeed a troublesome situation.

“Do tell me, Mr Potter, what has you out at this hour of the night, shouldn’t you be in bed tucked up and hidden from the rest of the world?” Harry’s knees were becoming weak, the heat that had pooled in his stomach was working through his system, his pheromones were releasing and would undoubtedly attract the man who held him within his grasp.

“Let go…please…please,” Harry’s head was swimming, he could feel his mouth watering, and his sharpened fangs were itching under his gums begging to be allowed to sink into the flesh of another.

“Do my ears deceive me,” the blond practically purred. “The great and all powerful
Golden Boy, Harry Potter, begging to be freed, to be released,” the blond suddenly stopped in his mocking and his eyes widened at the boy in front of him who was flushed a sweet red and on the verge of panting against him. “But released from what exactly,” the man hissed at him through his teeth and forced him against the alleyway wall, his powerful body covering the teenagers lithe form.