In the Dark

Third Night

When the lunch and dinner trays showed up Harry's stomach growled but he didn't eat. He waited instead, leaning against the wall facing the bed as evening approached. The room grew darker and darker, the charmed ceiling turning to a night sky. His hands trembled slightly from what he assumed was hunger as he placed them on his hips knowing they would be less noticeable there.

"Will you starve yourself?" the voice asked.

"You put drugs in the food," Harry stated.

There was a soft snort. "Not today."

Harry wondered if it was true. "Why the fuck should I believe you?"

"You don't have to, but I would rather you didn't starve." Like before, the voice seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere all at once.

"No. You'd rather I'd take the drugs and do whatever you want." Harry stepped away from the wall. He almost regretted the action as it left him more exposed, but didn't want to move back and show weakness.

"Well, you're not drugged tonight."

Harry took another tentative step forward. "Yeah, but what are you going to do?"

Harry found himself suddenly slammed back into the wall again, wrists held in strong hands above his head and his body pinned by the vampire. "Whatever I want."

"Fuck you!" Harry pushed against the hands on his wrists even though it didn't do any good. He could feel the entire length of the other man's body. He realised the vampire was nearly the same height, though from his breath on Harry's cheek, maybe a little taller. He could also smell the scent again and guessed it was some sort of cologne as he inhaled deeply. The vampire pressed a lean thigh into Harry's groin, his own arousal rubbing against Harry's hip. Harry flushed, the breath on his cheek sending a shiver through him. A sensation he wasn't comfortable with, in the least, compelled him to do something rash. He swung his head forward and bit into the vampire's shoulder. The effort was wasted when there was no response.

The vampire drew Harry's wrists together so he was able to hold both of them in one hand. Then trailed the other down Harry's arm, resting the hand against Harry's fast beating heart. "You want it," he whispered, breath against Harry's ear now.

Harry turned away from the voice that seemed to caress his body. "No, never."

The vampire licked along Harry's ear and he couldn’t stop the resulting shiver, but managed to jerk his head away from the teasing tongue.

The vampire chuckled and whispered, "Incarcerous," before Harry felt his glasses being lifted off.

Ropes encircled his wrists and the vampire's other hand moved down, sliding along Harry's naked arm. Harry tugged and pulled uselessly at the ropes. He tried to ignore the way the hands felt against his arms, and the way he wanted to lean into the touch only so he could feel more of those hands on his skin. He pressed himself back against the wall instead.

The vampire's hands continued down, both on his chest now, light and teasing over Harry's nipples. Harry gasped, arching slightly before he stopped himself and jerked back. The last thing he wanted to do was encourage the vampire. He heard that annoyingly smug chuckle again and the fingers continued down Harry's body, one hand curling into the top of the towel he had wrapped around his waist earlier and pulling it from his body with a yank.

Harry groaned, feeling truly helpless now. The towel hadn't made that much difference, but it had been something between them. Now there was nothing since the vampire was naked, too. Harry found his breath speeding up. His mind reached out for some way to try to stop this and tried to jerk his knee up into the vampire. The vampire, however, just used that moment to his own advantage as he encircled Harry's calf with a strong hand and used it to pull Harry’s leg up and around his waist, spreading Harry open and grinding his cock against Harry's.

"Fuck," Harry muttered as he tried to pull himself up and away from the vampire's cock only to find his arms too weak and uncooperative. The movement seemed to rub him more against the vampire making Harry scream again. The vampire held the leg in place and slid his other hand down to fondle Harry's rapidly filling cock. Harry bit down onto his own tongue, trying to stop any noises from coming out of his mouth.

Cool fingers wrapped around Harry’s shaft, pulling, and the vampire chuckled again, leaning in to nip Harry's ear. It was a sharp pain and then the vampire sucked on the lobe. Harry turned to give the vampire better access to his ear, but when his brain caught up with the betrayal he couldn't move back. His legs trembled with tension as he forced himself to not thrust into the vampire's hand.

Harry sighed in both disappointment and relief when the vampire released his prick, only to feel his eyes widen as the hand moved below his balls to rub his hole. He heard the vampire whisper another spell and then felt a cool slickness as the finger rubbed in a small circle. The sensation sent shivers through Harry. He tried then to push against the vampire with everything he had left, but the effort went disappointingly unnoticed.

"You want it, want to be fucked into this wall," the vampire insisted, pressing the tip of the finger in as Harry's anus loosened.

"No," Harry protested, his voice shaking as the finger slid in. Despite trying to will it to do otherwise, his body relaxed in the vampire's arms as the other man continued to suck and lick Harry's ear, working his finger in and out of him. Harry gasped as his traitorous leg tightened around the vampire's waist.

"Tell me you want it," the vampire insisted, a second finger pushing in to join the first, crooking inside of him.

Harry swallowed. "No," he gasped.

"You never were a good liar," the vampire whispered and withdrew his fingers.

Harry inhaled sharply at the loss. "How the fuck would you know?"

The vampire grabbed Harry's other leg, pulling it up around him as well. Holding Harry pressed to the wall, spreading him wide, Harry could feel the other man’s prick rubbing against his arse. Harry's eyes closed briefly as he felt the tip brush up against him. His breath caught in his throat while his head tilted back against the wall, the feel of the vampire's cock barely touching only served to make him feel depressingly empty.

Harry's legs and arse tensed in a last ditch effort as the vampire pushed up, breaching him. He fought the urge to press down even as the desire flared through him. He didn't understand the feeling, and it scared him immensely. It didn't make sense. Why would he want this? He didn't care how many times the vampire made him come, he wasn't about to give the vampire what he wanted.

The vampire held Harry up and against the wall with hands digging into his thighs. He lowered Harry slowly onto his cock and Harry felt every inch, hissing as the shaft slid deep inside him. His head dropped forward, resting on the vampire's shoulder forgetting himself for a moment before slamming his head back against the wall with a snap.

When the vampire's cock was completely sheathed inside Harry, it stopped – just holding him tight and licking down the tendon along the side of Harry's neck. Harry trembled, his muscles aching to expose more of his neck to that mouth, but he tried to twist his neck away instead.

The vampire's hair was soft against Harry's face and he laughed. "You want it so bad it hurts."

"I don't," Harry insisted, wondering what was actually causing the ache coursing through him. It wasn't the same burn from being stretched around the vampire's cock, but it couldn't be what the vampire said. He was certain that it wasn't.

The vampire hadn't moved, hadn't pulled back or thrust. He just held Harry pinned to the wall and stretched around his cock. Harry's arse clenched around the intrusion, each tightening and loosening of his muscles sending a traitorous shiver of pleasure through his body.

"I don't tire, Potter," the vampire whispered. "I can hold you this way for hours."

Harry didn't know if that was a promise or a threat, and he trembled. "Why are you doing this?"

"I told you," the vampire whispered, licking along Harry's jaw.

Harry clenched his jaw as fear rolled through him. His body was agreeing with the vampire, but he protested. "I don't want it."

The vampire rotated his hips, just enough to make the cock inside Harry slide a little. Harry toes curled, the small motion reminding his body how good it could feel. He didn't understand why the vampire was insisting he admit to wanting this. He didn't. No matter what his body said. It didn't make sense for him to desire something this much when he hadn't experienced or even thought of being fucked up the arse before the previous night. He growled in anger as he bent his head over again and bit into the vampire's shoulder once more, clamping his teeth down sharply trying to get a reaction. The vampire snarled that time, pushing harder into Harry and against him so that Harry was crushed painfully into the wall.

Harry inhaled sharply. He preferred this pain. He could think more clearly with it, and his determination of what he didn't want seemed clearer. His legs tensed around the vampire despite himself, and he bit down again enjoying the pain of being pressed so hard against the wall.

"You could just beg me to bite you, Potter," the vampire taunted.

Harry withdrew his teeth. "Why the fuck would I do that?"

"Tell me you don't want it and I will leave right now, let you alone this night," the vampire said, rotating his hips again, cock rubbing in a way that sent a thrill up Harry's spine.

Harry opened his mouth to say it, but found he couldn't as a moan escaped his lips instead. He scarcely believed he had made such a sound, but for some reason the idea of the vampire leaving him right now bothered him more. He didn't understand it. Why would the thought hurt so much? He knew if the vampire left now he wouldn't be able to sleep even if he didn't understand why. He wanted to scream when he realised he couldn't say he didn't want it now, but neither could he admit he did. So instead he asked, "This night?"

"Until tomorrow night." The vampire's voice was soft and firm, his body unmoving as he waited for Harry to make the choice.

Harry sighed as he tried to think of what would happen to him after this. "Are you going to try and drug me again?"

"I told you. There were no drugs in today's meals," the vampire answered with a huff.

"That doesn't say anything about the food tomorrow," Harry pointed out. His muscles tensed around the vampire's cock still inside him as if his body wanted to remind him what he was trying to avoid. He knew he was just trying to prepare to tell the vampire his answer. His brain didn't want to give in and told him to keep saying no, but his body only seemed to beg for more. He was half worried he would regret whatever words did manage to come out.

"The food will be untainted tomorrow, as well," the soft voice said, breath near Harry's ear.

For a moment, Harry wanted to give in and say whatever that voice wanted him to say. The soft sound sent a shiver through him as he felt his body relax against the vampire. He didn't want to fight, but he couldn't beg. He never wanted to beg, and started to relay as much. "I ... don't ..." he gasped.

The vampire moved back and it felt like he ripped Harry off his cock and dropped Harry's legs so fast that only the bindings on his wrists kept him from falling to the floor. Harry groaned as he tried to stand on his feet, and immediately felt an urge to be touching the vampire again. His body ached causing his knees to buckle and he felt as if he just lost a part of himself. He couldn't explain what was missing, only that he needed it now. It was almost like he had received something he had long wanted only to lose it again, yet he was certain this feeling was not his own. The desire had to have been planted by the vampire. It made sense then to think of it as a sort of vampire trick for survival. What else could possibly be better than a victim that willingly came back? He wasn't going to let it affect him though, but he couldn't stop the regret that consumed him. He almost cried out the whole of what he had been trying to say, but the thought of the vampire in the room stilled his tongue. Would it have made a difference if he had said 'I don't want to beg'? The words didn't say he wanted the vampire, but he also knew that they didn't deny it.

The bindings on his wrists disappeared, and Harry fell heavily to his hands and knees. His whole body was shaking and he wasn't sure if the vampire left. For some reason, he wanted the vampire to still be around as he slowly lifted his head, inching forward and hands searching for him. But no one was there.

He cursed himself out loud for being stupid before rolling over onto his back and staring at the night sky. His body ached as he lay there, reminding him where the vampire had bitten him before. He could remember how good that had felt and his fingers dug into the carpet as he thought bitterly that it had almost happened again. Only he had stopped it. A few moments ago he thought it was a good idea to protest so adamantly, but now he wasn't so sure. Harry's mind tried to remind him how the vampire only wanted to see him break, while his body was telling him how good the hands, the cock, and the bites had felt.

After hours of staring up at nothing in particular, Harry eventually passed out where he lay on his back. He woke up with a dull pain all over, which he blamed on the floor. He turned to see a breakfast tray already in the room, and his glasses next to it. He ate as much as he could, ignoring how his hands jerked every time he reached for a piece of food or drink. Harry wasn’t sure if he trusted the vampire, but he wouldn't know if the vampire was lying unless he ate the food. Then he took a bath to see if he could ease his muscles at all, but there was no relief.

Harry only seemed to ache more as the day wore on. He couldn't stay still and wait, his hands kept travelling to the mark on his neck or to the one on his thigh, rubbing them as if to remind himself that they were still, in fact, there. He shifted uneasily on his feet in the middle of the room as he watched it grow darker.