VAMPIRE TEMPTATION

Chapter Four


“How long has he been doing that today?” Kinsey asked sitting beside Stryder who watched Harry through the see-through wall, slowly stroking the downy white feathers of the owl sitting on the arm of her chair.

“He’s a creature of habit that one,” Stryder replied. “I’ve been watching him through this wall for two weeks now, and every day at this time he jumps to the bars on the ceiling, hooks his feet on them and starts with the pull-ups. After that he guzzles the water we leave him, and starts his sit-ups.”

“At least he’s been reading the books we’re sending in,” Kinsey sighed.

“After ripping them up the first couple of days,” Stryder grinned.

“It’s amazing what boredom will bring you to do,” Kinsey laughed.

“He’s in pretty good shape . . . should be easy to train him,” Stryder said looking at Harry as he landed on his feet after letting go of the bars.

Kinsey saw the interest in Stryder’s eyes as he looked at Harry’s naked upper body. “Has he taken any of the blood we’ve left for him?” she asked.

“No,” he pointed to the far wall, “it’s been thrown against the wall. He’s breaking though. He’s had to work harder, like he’s fighting his weakening body. His gaze goes to the wall, his eyes glazing as he’s smelling the blood.”

“He’s eating?” Kinsey asked as they watched Harry start his sit-ups.

“Yes, but very little. I don’t think he trusts us,” he smirked.

“Well, would you?” she replied. “I’ve tried talking to him when I visit every day, but he ignores me.”

“Maybe he needs to sense fresh blood,” Stryder suggested.

“You offering Stryder?” she grinned.

“Why the hell not?” he smirked as he stood up. “Don’t come in until I signal you. I have a plan.”

“I bet,” Kinsey grinned, opening the door for the blond haired vampire.

Harry looked up when he heard the door open to see Stryder. He continued with his sit-ups, ignoring the other.

“Have you always been a fanatic on exercise Harry?” Stryder asked to get no reply. “Because it’s paid off, you have an amazing body Harry. I’ve been watching you . . . the way the sweat glistens on your body. The way the muscles flex from your movements. I bet you’ve had plenty of girls panting over that body of yours . . . or is it boys Harry? Do you fancy boys Harry?” he pressed.

Harry continued to do his exercise listening to the prat rattle on, his teeth grinding. “Fuck you,” he hissed glancing back at the blond. He needed to exhaust himself to keep his own body from betraying him, giving in to the unholy need for blood that pumped through him with every beat of his undead heart.

“Hmmm. I may like that Harry,” Stryder grinned. “Maybe after I’ve had a taste of that redhead friend of yours from the train station . . . Ron, wasn’t it?”

Harry got up quite quickly, his body vibrating with anger. He lunged for the other vampire, punching him in the face, knocking him onto the floor. “You,” punch to the stomach, “will leave,” another punch to the face, splitting the lip for blood to seep out, “my friends alone,” he finished raggedly.

Stryder growled and threw Harry off to straddle his waist. He reached up to hold Harry’s arms down as he used one of his fangs to enlarge the cut on his lip, then lowered his bleeding lips to Harry’s. Harry’s lips were unresponsive until he thrust his hips forward onto Harry’s as he nibbled on his lips.

Harry struggled against the weight on top of him, trying to throw him off. When Stryder thrust his hips down, he felt the blond’s length harden against him. He gasped against the kiss and opened his mouth to have a tongue dart inside, the blood seeping down his throat. He moaned in frustration, the tears running down the sides of his face as his body was rebelling against him. He swallowed the blood, returning the furious kiss as his tongue swiped at the other’s lip. He thrust up and moaned in pleasure as Stryder moved his hips on top of him. His arms were let go as the other’s hands slid down to his head, and further down to his waist.

Harry’s hands went down Stryder’s back, pulling him closer as his legs wrapped around his thighs. He hooked his leg around Stryder’s, then flipped around to now be straddling the other’s thighs. His hands went to the button down shirt and yanked it open, the buttons flying off the stone walls and floor. His hands skimmed over the smooth hairless stomach and chest, grinning to himself when the vampire beneath him gripped his hips.

The rest of their clothing was quickly shed, their hands traveling over the other’s heated bodies. Stryder reached for his pants to take out the small vial of lubricant. “Harry . . . mmm . . . ohgods,” he moaned as Harry swirled his tongue around the weeping head of his cock.

Harry opened the vial one handed as he plunged his mouth down onto Stryder’s cock. He coated two fingers liberally with the lubricant then teased Stryder’s hole with the tips of his fingers, just barely breaching the tight ring of muscle. He withdrew his mouth, thrusting his two fingers inside, finger fucking him fast and deep. He knelt between Stryder’s legs, using the lubricant on his cock, then pushed the other’s legs against his chest and slammed his cock in hard and fast.

“Fuck . . . you’re tight,” Harry panted as he fucked one of his captors hard and fast. He leaned forward to suck on one of the blond’s nipples, his extended fangs nicking the skin. His tongue licked at the blood, the heady taste making his body warm and his cock harder. Harry snapped his hips almost viciously, driving his cock into the taut flesh of the handsome blond underneath him. Almost as an afterthought, he changed the angle of his thrusts, searching . . . he knew he’d found Stryder’s prostate when he stiffened and whimpered, a beautiful smile appearing.

Stryder’s hands went to the back of Harry’s head, tugging the hair a bit to pull him up toward his neck. His legs slid down to Harry’s hips as he thrust up to meet Harry’s maddening pace. He cried out Harry’s name when he felt Harry’s virgin fangs pierce the skin of his neck, drawing out the blood into his mouth at the same time his orgasm ripped out of him, the cum sliding their bodies together.


Kinsey, not unused to seeing two men together, watched from behind the hidden see-through wall. Watched to ensure their safety. She knew Harry had a temper and could seriously hurt Stryder. She had to smile to herself seeing Stryder’s technique to get Harry to taste the blood. When the clothes were thrown everywhere, she was also not surprised to see Stryder pull the lubricant out of his pocket. Always prepared, that one. She knew the minute that Harry started to feed as she could see his arms tighten around Stryder, and the moan coming from him from the first taste of the crimson kiss.


Harry thrust in deep, his length pulsing as he emptied himself. He withdrew his fangs, the taste of blood ambrosia to his senses. “Oh gods, what have I done?” he softly said, ashamed as he started to pull away.

“Harry, you had to drink,” Stryder said, pulling him close again. “Now, use your tongue to lick the punctures closed,” he instructed.

Harry looked down to see the trickle of blood seeping from the wound. He hesitantly leaned in and began to lick the wound until the skin was smooth and unmarked . . . well . . . besides the hickey that was left behind. “I could have killed you,” he quietly said, pulling up and withdrawing from the wet heat.

“You could have, but you didn’t. You don’t need to kill or drain a person to feed Harry. Your body can tell when you have had enough. When you drink from a vampire, you don’t need to worry about draining us as fast. Our bodies regenerate blood at a remarkable rate. From a human, you can sense when it’s enough,” Stryder stated as he used the towels that Kinsey must have brought in while they were ‘busy’ to wipe them clean.

“I never knew it could be like that,” Harry said.

“Like what?”

“I thought it would sicken me if I drank blood, but gods . . . it tasted so good,” he said, a little ashamed that he liked it. The corner of his lips turned up in a small smile. “Is it always like that?”

“It’s like that if you and your partner are sexually charged . . . like we were.”

“You planned that didn’t you?” Harry asked slipping on his loose pants.

“Yes, I did,” Stryder replied, grinning smugly. “Got you drinking though didn’t I?”

“Am I going to need blood all the time now?” Harry asked, not liking the idea still.

“You will need it almost every day for the first month or two until we can get you to control the need for it. How do you feel?”

“Like I can play a couple of games of Quidditch without breaking a sweat,” Harry grinned.

“You will feel supercharged after feeding, especially from a vampire. You may have noticed you haven’t needed your glasses already . . . well, your sight and hearing will intensify even more once your body gets used to the daily feeding of blood,” Stryder said.

“And your powers will increase big time,” Kinsey added, striding into the room. “Are you going to accept what you are now Harry?”

“You didn’t give me much of a choice did you?” Harry asked crossing his arms over chest.

“I’m not going to apologize for turning you Harry. You now have a chance to defeat Voldemort, when before there was a good chance you wouldn’t have survived against him. You have friends that would miss you very much Harry,” Kinsey softly added.

“Are they looking for me?”

“Yes, they are . . . still, even though some are giving up hope. They think that you are dead.”

“We should let them know I’m okay then,” Harry said.

“Not yet, Harry. We will, but you need to train first.”

“I can train there,” Harry stubbornly said.

“You can, but you will get better results here. The Headmaster has controlled what is taught to you, avoiding Muggle training and the Dark Arts. Voldemort isn’t going to use the pansy spells and hexes they teach you there.”

“I can go back though, right?” Harry asked hopefully.

“Yes, when I feel you’re ready,” Kinsey smiled. “As long as you accept what and who you are, and train hard, you can go back. I do have a surprise for you though,” she added, opening the door.

Harry had backed up and sat heavily on the bed when the familiar white owl flew towards him. “Hedwig?” he said.

“She managed somehow to fly here, through the wards around this place, to find you,” Stryder grinned.

Kinsey saw the hope in Harry’s eyes at the thought of someone sending his owl to find him. “She had no letter, and no tracking spells on her Harry,” she said, coming over to stroke the owls head. “She came here on her own.”

Harry then noticed the black leather band around Hedwig’s leg. “What’s this?” he asked.

“That is so that she can’t leave here without you,” Kinsey replied. “Once you’re training is complete I will take off the band.”

Harry leaned closer to Hedwig to brush his cheek against the owls head, then looked up at Kinsey and Stryder. “So when do we start?” he determinedly asked.


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The very next day Harry began his training. He was introduced to many other vampires . . . young, old, Muggle, and wizard. The Muggle instructors moved the bars from Harry’s original room to the fitness room where he could continue with the exercise. There Harry was taught weaponry using swords, knives, daggers, and guns (which he never really liked using). He was also taught boxing, street fighting, with and without the knives, and some martial arts training. He started his day around four in the morning and would retire around midnight, not finding the need for much more sleep. He was pushed to his limits each day and fed off Kinsey gratefully before going to his vampiric training. There he was taught to use his abilities like his hearing, sight, and his stealth. He also had Dark Arts training from the wizarding vampires, a few of whom were once Death Eaters.

His mind and body grasped his lessons and training well. His motivation was to get back to his friends so they wouldn’t worry, and to defeat Voldemort once and for all so he could get on with his own life.

The feedings became easier, knowing he didn’t have to kill or turn someone to survive. He found the blood tasted different from each person he drank from. Kinsey’s was the most satisfying and he found he didn’t need to feed as long with others. He was also given bagged blood that a blood bank had donated to the vampiric colony, but found it tasted better right from the source. Midway into his second month of training he was introduced to blood lust potions, to help curb the cravings. With this potion he only needed to feed maybe once a week.

He gradually grew to accept what he was and admitted to himself that he felt good. Good about himself and now confident that he could rid the wizarding world of Voldemort.

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