In the Dark

Second Night

Harry groaned as he woke up, trying to push himself up off the bed. He was back on the mattress and the bindings were once again in place. This time he was face down, back exposed and he was naked again. His attempt to try and clothe himself had failed, and if there was a way for him to be any more helpless he couldn't think of it. He twisted again even though he didn't have any more luck than the previous night in getting free. Harry still hated how he couldn't see anything in the darkness of the room so it didn't really matter that he was without his glasses again. He shivered as he remembered the night before, knowing the vampire would probably be back soon. The thought made his pulse race. What the hell did the vampire want from him? It seemed too personal to be just about blood, and too much work to not be planned ahead of time.

Harry briefly got a whiff of that spicy scent from the previous night. He wondered oddly if it was some kind of cologne or just a breeze filtering in. Either way, he thought, the vampire was probably watching him.

Cool fingers touched Harry's back, just between his shoulder blades, then began moving down his spine. Harry gasped and shivered at the touch as he jerked beneath it. "What do you hope to get from this?" he demanded, his voice bitter even as his body trembled.

"Your blood, your body ... your humiliation," the voice answered, a finger having reached the base of Harry's back but not stopping, sliding along the crevice of his arse now.

"My humiliation? What the fuck makes you think you'll get that?" Harry spat the words out as he tried to move away from the fingers. Harry felt the bed shift and two hands on him now, each cupping an arse cheek.

"I am getting it now."

"You won't," Harry forced through gritted teeth as he struggled to pull himself forward against the cloth on his ankles.

There was a smug chuckle and the vampire's hands began to knead Harry's arse, pulling the cheeks apart. The laughter sent a chill up Harry's spine causing his breath to catch. He writhed under the hands on his arse, unable to stay still.

A finger slid between Harry's arsecheeks, finding and rubbing his hole. "Tight. Are you a virgin, Potter?"

"Like you fucking care," Harry snapped. He tried not to think of how good the finger felt. Unfortunately he could feel his cock respond and struggled to keep his breaths even.

"Care? No. Amused, yes." The finger rubbed a lazy circle against Harry's anus. "I can smell your arousal."

Harry clenched his muscles as he held on to his bindings. He didn't know why he was aroused by the finger while at the same time he dreaded what it would do next and the pain he was sure would follow. He hated the way the vampire pointed out his arousal. Just because the vampire could probably smell every emotion Harry was feeling didn't mean he wanted them said aloud. How was Harry supposed to fight against what his body obviously thought felt good? It didn't mean he would actually choose to be in this position. He jerked to the side as he let out a grunt, trying to throw his weight into it and pull himself free but the drugs still in his system slowed him down. The binding still held and he cursed before tightening his jaw. "Is this the only way you can get someone in bed with you? Tied down while you hide? Are you that ugly?"

"No, but it is more entertaining this way," the vampire answered, voice smug. "The great Harry Potter, helpless under me."

Harry shuddered at the voice, and then took a deep breath before responding. "So the only way to have me helpless is to drug me and tie me up? I thought vampires were supposed to be stronger and more clever than that. Or are you just that weak?"

"You want me to untie you and force my cock up your arse?" the vampire taunted. "Or ride your mind so you submit without hesitation?"

"Untie me and see what happens," Harry growled.

One cold hand pushed into the centre of Harry's back, while a finger was shoved into Harry, forcing its way past tight muscle. The finger was slick but it shocked and hurt all the same. Harry cursed aloud at the intrusion and tried to not think about the lubed finger. He was terrified it would start to feel good and knew that he wouldn't be able to hide any of his body's reactions from the vampire. At that moment the bindings on Harry's ankles released. He groaned and yanked sluggishly on the arm bindings in an attempt to pull forward as he drew his legs up under him.

The finger inside him didn't pull out but twisted and the hand on his back wrapped around Harry's waist, holding him like iron so that the result was that he now knelt with his arse up. He trembled in that grip as a chill went through him, yet his voice came out steady through his clenched jaw. "This isn't what I would fucking call being untied. Fucking liar."

Harry tried to kick out weakly then, pushing both legs back again. The attempt bounced harmlessly off the sides of the vampire's legs. It only made things worse, because now the vampire was kneeling between Harry’s legs. Harry couldn't believe that he hadn't managed to improve things at all and growled in frustration, but he couldn't stay still. He forced his legs together as close as they would go and when his legs came in contact with cold flesh he cursed loudly again.

The vampire laughed, pulling out his finger and using Harry's vulnerable position to push his hips forward, cock sliding between Harry’s buttocks. Harry struggled and moaned as he felt the thick head pushing into his tight hole. He tensed his whole body as if he could stop the vampire's movement with his muscles alone. His breath came out in ragged gasps as he concentrated on how much he didn't want this whilst trying to ignore his own erection. It didn't work, causing his voice to come out strained as he fought to keep control of his muscles. "Not going to give you any bloody thing you want."

The vampire groaned, hips rotating as he forced his cock inside, working deeper into Harry. The hand around Harry's waist pulled him up and tight with his back against the vampire's body and the other hand reached around to Harry's cock. The soft touch made Harry moan and his control faltered causing him to slide further down onto the vampire. Harry felt a burning pain and he writhed, trying to move away from the tight grasp. His movements only seemed to work the vampire’s cock deeper into him, while any protests he managed to vocalise appeared to go unnoticed.

The vampire’s fingers wrapped around Harry’s shaft, pulling and squeezing. The fingers felt good, too good. It seemed to lessen the pain while Harry's body clenched and unclenched around the vampire's cock forcing apart the walls of his aching passage. He moaned deeply yet he didn't know if it was in pleasure or pain. Harry tried to push that thought out of his head as he jerked his body around, but the vampire didn't budge. Harry could only continue wriggling in the creature's unnaturally strong grip with the movement impaling him further on the cock as his own was stroked expertly. Harry finally stopped moving as he felt his body slide back on the shaft while his breath came out in pants. Tightening his hands into fists when he felt balls against his arse, Harry tried to stifle a whimper as best he could. He leant his head forward before swinging it back trying to hit the vampire in the face with the back of his skull. Harry couldn't believe he actually thought the action was a good idea for a brief moment, but then he also couldn't believe that he had a cock up his arse. The pain, which caused him to scream again, reminded him just how helpless he was.

"Surrender and it will no longer hurt. Surrender and know pleasure," the vampire whispered in his ear as it began to thrust.

The voice sent a shiver down Harry's spine even as he felt a burning sensation from the thrusts. It was almost like the two weren't caused by the same person, but he knew better despite how his body reacted. He shook his head as he replied. "In your dreams."

"No?" The vampire laughed and gave Harry's traitorous cock another squeeze, rocking their bodies as he thrust harder.

Harry growled as he felt his cock twitch in the vampire's hand, while the pain seemed to recede even as the thrusting continued.

"Yes, you like being fucked up the arse," the vampire gloated.

"No, I don't," Harry protested, and then went on breathlessly, "Tell me, do you have to tie up everyone? No one wants to touch you willingly?"

"You will come willingly for me," the vampire insisted, shifting, and Harry felt the cock brushing against his prostate now.

Harry tried to say that there wasn't a bloody chance of that happening, but the words got lost in his throat as he felt a spark of pleasure with each thrust. The groans from his own mouth surprised him even as the pleasure continued to build, and he bit his lip as he tried to stifle any further sounds coming out of his mouth.

"Yes, listen to you," the vampire taunted, pounding into Harry. "You are going to come even without my bite."

The memory of the previous bite replayed in Harry's mind as his arse clenched around the vampire, despite his attempt to think of anything else. The pleasure peaked in Harry at the memory of how good that mouth had felt. Before he could stop it, his cock squirted creamy fluid into the vampire's hand and onto the sheets. The vampire chuckled, milking Harry's cock with his hand. Then he sank his teeth into Harry's neck, cock spasming inside Harry's arse as he sucked hard.

Harry gasped as he unconsciously rolled his head to the side exposing his neck even more to the vampire. The bite didn't hurt as much this time, but he swore the sucking was better than he remembered. The way the mouth pulled at him made him feel like he was flying again while his body seemed to be relaxing even more as a warm pleasure spread throughout his body making his toes curl. Then, to his shock, he felt himself come again as the vampire's hand continued to lazily stroke his cock.

He didn't pass out right away this time, but went limp in the vampire's arms. The vampire eventually lifted his head, licking the wound for a moment and then moved to lay Harry on the bed, cock slipping from inside him. He patted Harry's arse in an oddly affectionate gesture before climbing from the bed.

Harry was confused by the gesture, and frowned. "Will you untie my arms now?"

The bindings released.

Harry rolled over, stretching his arms, and then spoke to the room. "Are you still here, or did you run off now that I'm not so helpless?"

The voice was no longer close, seeming to come from all around him again. "You are no threat."

"I don't believe you. Why else would you drug me?" Harry threw back as he struggled to sit up.

Suddenly, Harry was twisted and thrown face down into the bed, a knee in his back and hand pressing his face so hard into the mattress he couldn't breathe. "So I wouldn't injure you."

Harry yanked at the arm holding his head down as he tried to turn his face sideways. It was like trying to pull on steel. He couldn't budge the strong hands pinning him to the mattress. He tried digging his fingernails into the hand holding his head, but he didn't get the reaction he had wanted. The arm didn't move and Harry's movements become more frantic as his chest tightened.

"Surrender," the vampire insisted.

Harry didn't want to do what the vampire said, but his chest was burning so he let his hands drop back on the sheets, waiting to see what the vampire would do. After a long minute in which Harry wasn't sure if the vampire would relent, he was allowed to turn his head. He made a deep gasping sound as he tried to take in as much air as possible. His torso heaved as he tried to control his breathing. "I don't fucking believe you," Harry panted.

"Do I need to strangle you to prove it?" the vampire huffed.

"It would prove nothing. Your claim of drugging me so you wouldn't injure me is an obvious lie when you clearly enjoy causing me so much pain," Harry hissed.

"Pain is not injury," the vampire replied, twisting Harry's hair painfully.

Harry winced as he glared upwards, his nostrils flaring.

"I will enjoy breaking you," the vampire answered. He pressed his knee harder into Harry's spine and Harry could feel the man's foot press between his legs, against his balls. Harry winced as he continued to stare at the black void in front of him. He willed his body to stay still as the weight pressed down more on him, but he could feel himself tremble. The upper arch of the vampire's foot pressed harder, squeezing Harry's balls. Harry pressed his nails into his own palms as he tried to ignore the vampire's foot as the pressure on his balls became more and more painful.

"Fuck!" Harry groaned as the pain became too much. His body tried to jerk away, but the knee pressed firmly into his back continued to hold him down. Suddenly the weight lifted and the vampire was no longer on top of him or touching him. Harry rolled over and muttered, "What the bloody hell was that for?"

The dark was silent.

Harry stared up at the ceiling for a little bit trying to think of how not to surrender, but fell asleep as his eyes grew heavy.

The next morning, Harry took a shower instead of just using the sink this time, staying under the hot water for a long time, trying to scrub himself clean. He could still feel the vampire's hands and mouth on his skin though. No matter how hard he scrubbed, it was like a phantom touch. Eventually, he got out of the shower anyway and dried himself. He was glad that towels were provided and left one wrapped around his waist as he walked back into the bedroom. Harry saw the breakfast tray staring at him when he stepped back in, but he ignored it, deciding it was safer not to eat the food he was given. He paced the room instead as he tried to think of what he would do when the vampire came back.