In the Dark

Fourth Night

The room was fully dark when he heard the soft voice. "You ate."

"I was hungry," Harry retorted, running a hand through his hair before covering the bite on his neck. The vampire's voice only seemed to make the ache worse and Harry's cock had hardened at the sound. He knew he was blushing and his pulse raced as he moved his weight one from one foot to the other. Harry wasn't comfortable with how his body revealed what he was trying not to say.

"You know what I want to hear," the vampire said.

"Fuck off," Harry snapped, but his hand slid unconsciously over the bite on his neck. He knew if he said he wanted it he would get to feel that wonderful sensation again. A little voice inside his head was telling him what a bad idea this was, but it was being drowned out by the ache in his muscles that was heating up his body.

"Don't be slow, Potter," the voice snapped, echoing around the room.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Harry asked. Something wrenched in his gut when he heard the hardness in the voice, but he tried to tell himself it was nothing.

"Your prick is so ready to explode I can smell it," the vampire growled.

Harry didn't know what to say to that, so he didn't say anything at all. The mention of his prick, though, only made him shiver as he remembered how good the vampire's hands had felt touching him there. Harry started to wonder how difficult it would be to say what the vampire wanted, but then he couldn't remember if he was supposed to beg to be bitten or say he wanted to be fucked into the wall. The air stirred near Harry and there was a soft caress on the underside of his prick. Harry moaned as he leant forward, trying not to lose that little bit of contact, craving more. His muscles relaxed slightly at the touch.

"Spread your legs," the vampire whispered, the sound swirling around Harry.

Harry knew he was in trouble when that idea sounded so compelling. However, the pain had ebbed away slightly giving him some clarity. It was enough for him to jerk back and fall on to his arse on the floor. The pain was back even fiercer then, but he was now more determined not to give into the vampire. He scrambled back trying to put distance between them, while pain flared through his muscles.

The vampire chuckled. "So desperate," he sneered.

Harry curled his hands into fists as he remained sitting. He didn't trust his legs to hold him up at the moment, and falling down again wouldn't help matters. Pain was already making him consider crawling back, and it was difficult to resist the impulse just to feel the cool touch of the vampire again. The touch that did more than just take the pain away, and part of him knew this wasn't a good sign. He just had a hard time thinking about it at the moment and grumbled, "Fuck you."

"Grovelling at my feet, Potter?" the vampire taunted.

Harry compelled his body to stand up and back away even further. The idea that the vampire was right made his skin crawl, and he ground his teeth. "No."

Harry's prick was bobbing in front of him, giving lie to his denial. He felt those cool fingers curl around the shaft. "Why?" Harry gasped. He wasn't sure if he was asking why he liked the feel of those fingers or why the vampire wanted him to beg.

"Why? Because I can." The vampire stroked Harry's prick, sliding his foreskin on the shaft.

Harry shivered at the implication of the vampires words. He was really uncomfortable with being at the vampire's mercy. He didn't know why he was so affected. The room seemed to tilt as he felt his chest tighten. He reached forward to steady himself and touched a cool arm. The cold temperature normally would have grounded him, but instead his heartbeat only raced faster. He grabbed ahold, his arms trembling slightly, while he tried not to press himself against the vampire. Despite Harry's fingers on his arm, the vampire's movements didn't still. There was that smug chuckle again and Harry felt a second hand cup his sac, gently squeezing his balls.

Harry gasped as he tried to push the arm away, but his effort seemed futile. The man’s hand continued slowly stroking Harry's cock, squeezing the head on each upstroke. Harry's breath caught as he leant forward despite himself. The pain was slowly fading away again as the longing for more from the vampire filled him. He could feel his cock twitch in those hands and groaned.

The shift also brushed Harry's hip against the vampire's erection and he felt the hand on his cock falter for a moment before squeezing again. The vampire's other hand slid around Harry's hip, stroking Harry's arse and then squeezing a cheek.

Harry's hands trailed up and down the arm in front of him. It was lean and thin with soft hair on the forearm, strong muscles under the skin. A moan escaped Harry as he remembered the feel of that arm wrapped around him. He grazed his hip against the cock again on purpose and smirked as he thought about finally doing something that got a reaction out of the vampire. It was only when he realised that making the vampire's hand falter in pleasure would serve as encouragement that he halted his movements and whimpered.

There was a kind of growl in response and the vampire released Harry's cock, spinning Harry's body toward him and pulling so that Harry was now chest to chest, cock pressed to the vampire's.

Harry's head dropped onto a shoulder as his hands pressed against the vampire's torso before he thought about it. If he had taken the time, he might have resisted. However, now even he had to admit his actions said he wanted this. Not that he would say this aloud.

The vampire growled again, licking that soft spot behind Harry's ear and moving both his hands down to cup Harry's arse. He ground his own prick against Harry's. "You want this."

Harry shuddered as the tongue on his neck made him think of the vampire's bite, and his hand flexed, pressing his fingers into cool skin. He had a hard time not agreeing and pressed an open mouth against the vampire's shoulder. The temptation to finally say what he wanted to when the vampire couldn't understand him crept over him. He knew the skin would muffle his words.

The vampire sucked on Harry's skin, not biting yet, but it felt almost like a promise as he felt the teeth right there. Harry moaned as he pushed himself up on his feet and his head tilted slightly to the side. The vampire smiled against Harry's skin, licking up to his ear before whispering into it. "Tell me to fuck you," he ordered.

Harry moved his hands between the two of them, letting his fingers spread out on the vampire's torso. He could feel a scar under his fingertips, yet he stopped himself from tracing over it. He shook his head as he leant back and pushed with his hands. The vampire didn't give, didn't let him move away and Harry trembled in the vampire's arms as he bit down hard on his lip. He wanted to deny the vampire's words, but couldn't. He could continue to not beg to be fucked. He stared ahead and became dead weight in the vampire's hands just to see if he would be dropped.

The vampire caught him in his arms, lifting and carrying him as if he weighed no more than a child. He deposited Harry on the bed. "You have to beg me if you want me to stop," he told him.

"What?" Harry rasped as his head fell back on the bed. "Do you just want to hear me beg?"

The vampire chuckled. "Yes, I do," he answered, rolling Harry onto his belly.

A chill crept over Harry. "Would you actually stop if I begged? Or just enjoy the noises?"

"You'll have to beg to find out."

Harry felt those cool hands sliding up his legs. He groaned and shifted and twisted himself in an effort to turn over and not have his arse so exposed.

"You want it face up?" the vampire teased, letting him turn.

Harry growled yet didn't answer the question. He scooted back trying to see how much movement the vampire would let him get away with, but the vampire held on to one ankle, laughing louder. Harry sat up as the laughter rolled over him. He wished it hadn't sounded so beautiful, the vibrations of it on the air causing him to lean forward.

The vampire grabbed the back of Harry's hair, holding him and moving between his legs. Then the man's mouth was sucking Harry's neck again, pushing him back as he did. Harry thought the feel of the man's hand in his hair felt wonderful. His cock rubbed the vampire's and Harry arched his back at the contact while his hands touched the vampire's back. The skin was smooth and cool to the touch. Soft hair fell into Harry's face as the vampire pinned him to the mattress, rocking and sliding against him. The hair should have bothered him, instead it filled his nose with the aroma he had quickly associated with the vampire and his body had related to pleasure.

The feel and smell of the vampire was sending tingles through him. The empty sensation inside Harry returned and this time it was stronger than before. He couldn't believe that he was actually yearning for the vampire to be inside him again. He didn't remember hearing anything like this about vampires. It didn't help that he didn't know much to begin with and only remembered the bite. He craved to feel the teeth sink into him again and wondered if that would quench the other craving as well. "Please," Harry moaned.

The vampire nibbled Harry's ear lobe. "Please what?" he whispered.

Harry shivered as the vampire's mouth played with his ear. "Bite me."

The vampire reached a hand down, pulling Harry's leg up around his hip and then sliding his hand between his buttocks, fingers caressing the opening there. "I want to be inside you," he answered.

Harry tried to suppress a whimper as he thought about how good that sounded. "Please." He paused as he squirmed under the vampire. "Please bite."

Harry heard the whisper of a spell and then cool slick fingers pushed into him. He felt himself opening up to those fingers and pressed himself down. He could hardly believe he wanted this that much. He wished the vampire would just go ahead and bite him. He could almost feel the teeth again as he exposed his throat.

"So wanton," the vampire purred, pulling the fingers out abruptly and moving up so that Harry could feel those cool thighs brush the insides of his own before the head of the man's prick was sliding along the cleft of his arse. Harry moaned as he trailed a hand up the vampire's back. He slid his fingers into soft hair before tugging towards himself.

"Say you want it," the vampire insisted, rubbing the slick crown against the small circle of flesh.

Harry closed his eyes as he unconsciously tightened his grip. He was pretty sure what 'it' the vampire was referring to, but he couldn't get the words out to ask. He was already surprised that he hadn't asked to be fucked by now. Desire seemed to fill him to do just that, to beg for the feel of the cock inside him making him come. It didn't make any sense for him to crave anything besides the vampire's bite. The man didn't need to fuck Harry to live. He only needed blood. However, Harry felt like he was drowning as his control slipped and longing rolled over him. The vampire leaning above him seemed both an assurance and a tease as his body ached and mouth moved. He barely realised what he was doing until he heard the words himself. "Fuck. I want. Oh, fuck. I want your mouth, your teeth, your prick."

"Yesss," the vampire hissed. The vampire moved forward, slowly pushing into Harry, willing the muscles to open to him.

It was very different from that brutal thrust of the first time. Harry felt himself relax as the vampire slid inside him until he could feel balls against his arse. Then the vampire started to rock. The ache in Harry's muscles receded down to a dull hum as he moved, but the more he moved the more he wanted to feel the pleasure pouring over him. He squeezed his legs around the vampire hips punctuating the strokes as he moaned louder and louder.

Harry felt the vampire's mouth next to his ear. "Going to fuck you deep and hard," he said, in what might have been an omen but sounded like a vow.

Harry shuddered as he dug his nails into the vampire trying to not think about how much he liked the soft whisper in his ear. He felt the man's prick slide back, the friction making him shudder, and then slam back inside. The bite came with the thrust.

"Yes!" Harry cried out as fangs pierced his skin. He barely registered the pain before he could feel the delicious sucking on his neck. The mouth on his yielding skin seemed to be tied with his cock as pleasure and warmth seem to pull together low in his abdomen. He felt like he was flying again, but it was even better than he remembered.

The vampire fucked him with long, slow thrusts that gradually got harder and deeper, their bodies rocking together. Fingers in Harry's hair held his head in place, mouth sucking greedily at his neck, drinking his blood. Harry felt himself being pulled into that mouth as something sparked inside him, each thrust pushing him closer and closer to the edge until he felt his balls tighten. He came then, spilling his seed as the mouth blazed hot against his neck and the cock continued to pound into him. He didn't think he'd come harder in his life as he heard himself scream from the release.

The vampire kept thrusting for another minute while Harry sagged blissfully in his arms. Then the man went stiff, groaning against Harry's skin. He released Harry's neck, licking the wound. Harry moaned, wrapping his arms around the vampire's back, not wanting to move just yet.

He got what he wanted. The vampire held him there, still impaled on his cock for a while, licking and nuzzling Harry's neck. Then the other man leant forward, cock slipping wetly from Harry's body as he did.

Harry frowned, his grip tightening around the man. He could feel his eyes getting heavy and his movements sluggish. Fingers carded through Harry's hair for a minute and then he felt the vampire pull away. Harry's arms were suddenly empty and he felt the mattress shift as the vampire left the bed. Sleep overcame him and he drifted off with a sated smile on his face.

***

Harry woke up with his arms curled around a pillow. Pieces and flashes of the previous night replayed in his head as he scrambled off the bed and across the room, his back pushed up against the wall as he stared at the rumpled sheets. Sliding down the wall, Harry flushed from the memory. It filled him with disgust, and he knew he had done it to get rid of that aching need.

He jerked away from the wall and stalked over to the bathroom. He had never meant to give in to what the vampire wanted. He hadn’t wanted to say those words. He hadn’t wanted to fuck the vampire. He cursed as he punched the wall next to the bathroom door. He could also remember how good everything had felt and how much he longed for it at the time. Harry was sure the bite or some other vampire trick was doing this to him. But a little voice reminded him of the first night, and how he had liked the feel of the other man before being bitten. He shook his head. There had to be something about the bite. The pain had started after the night when the vampire had left him alone, because he had managed to say he didn’t want – well, he just managed to say he didn’t.

He didn’t want the vampire to bite him or fuck him, but his body had reacted badly to being denied that. He hadn’t been able to think when he was like that. The desire and pain had been too much to bear. But he couldn’t ask for it again, and wanted to wipe away the previous night so he could say he never had. Unfortunately, there was no chance of that.

Harry stared at the dent he’d put in plaster of the wall. He wasn’t going to say it again. There had to be some way to restrain himself. Some way he could do things on his own terms, and the way he had craved the vampire’s mouth and prick made him feel like he would do almost anything. He flushed again. He would have done so much to feel that mouth pulling and sucking on him as he came, to feel that soaring sensation that only seemed to get more intense each time. He moaned remembering how the vampire always seemed to lick the wound afterwards, the gesture making his toes curl.

He shook his head again and blinked before running over to the toilet. He felt sick, but nothing came up as he knelt there. He didn’t know what he was thinking. He didn’t want the vampire to bite him, touch him, or fuck him again.

Harry sighed as he picked himself up and turned on the shower. Tonight was going to be different, he thought, as he stepped towards the water, but when he looked down something caught his eye. He swallowed tightly, noticing a blond hair amidst all the darker ones of his groin. He reached for it, bringing it nearer and looking closer just to make sure it wasn’t his mind playing with him, not sure whether he was relieved that he had actually found a blond hair. It was the first tangible clue he had to the vampire’s identity. He carefully set it aside before getting into the shower. Only this time he had to drag his limbs along.

Harry stood in the shower for a long time, his body shaking despite the warmth of the water sliding over him. When he got out, he wrapped a towel around himself. He knew it wouldn’t do much good, but it was something that brought the illusion of being clothed and he found comfort in that.

He didn’t know what he would do when the vampire showed up again that night, but knew he wouldn’t beg or ask for what the vampire wanted. So Harry ate the food as it came, his appetite having grown, and he found he wasn’t leaving anything left on the trays when they disappeared. He tried to not think about it though as he waited on the edge of the bed for darkness to come again.