In the Dark

Fifth Night

"Waiting and ready for me?" he heard the voice whisper.

"No," Harry answered. His body started to ache at the sound of the voice, and he knew he wasn't ready for this. There is no time like the present though, he thought, as he stood up, one hand protectively holding the towel at his waist.

"No?" The silky response sounded amused.

Harry gulped as he felt his cock react to the voice. "That's what I said."

"Do you wish me to withdraw again?" the vampire asked, though it was clear in his tone he didn't believe that.

Harry frowned as his body jerked at the question, and he knew he would be overcome with pain again if the vampire left. For some reason, he thought it would probably be worse this time and winced. "Would you really offer me the choice? Or do you say it just because you think I'll be begging tomorrow?"

"I know you will beg," the vampire answered. "You want it. I don't even have to wait. I could take you now."

Harry didn't like the surety in those words. "You don't know," he insisted.

Silence met that.

Harry hated the silence as his muscles throbbed. "What do you mean you don't have to wait? You never wait for anything but just leave whenever you feel like it," he called out.

"I could have you with a touch, with a whispered word. Yet, I enjoy your struggle."

"But it's your bite that makes me ...." Harry blushed realising what he almost admitted, but he continued talking. "Why do you act as if you're withholding your vampire tricks after biting me? Don't say you don't know the effect that it has."

"Oh, it's more than my bite you want," the smug voice answered.

"No!" Harry snapped. The craving for the bite was the only reason he wanted the vampire to touch him. It had to be that.

"We could try an experiment," the vampire suggested, voice still full of smug humour. "I could bite you, but not fuck you."

"Do that," Harry said immediately, almost scared of what the statement implied. He was sure that he wouldn't want anything else, even as his voice shook. He hoped the bite would be enough.

"Hold out your arm," the vampire said, and Harry could tell the other man was standing in front of him now. The vampire's familiar scent confronted Harry making him feel lightheaded.

Harry reached out tentatively with one arm as the other stayed holding the towel around him. His pulse racing again at the knowledge of how close the man was. He felt the cool fingers take his wrist, turning his hand palm up as it was pulled forward. Harry moved closer without touching the vampire, the cool hand sending a chill through him as he trembled.

Harry's hand was lifted higher and he felt the vampire's breath before the mouth closed on his wrist and the sharp teeth pressed into his skin, but not yet piercing. A warmth spread out from the breath on Harry's wrist travelling through his body to places untouched. He forced himself not to moan as he leant forward, then jerked back. He tried to keep his body still as he waited for the bite.

Those teeth sank into him then, mouth sucking against his flesh. Harry cried out at the initial pain before he moaned, delighting in the way his body seemed pulled into that mouth. A warmth flowed throughout his body making him feel like he was floating, a grin spreading across his face at the sensations. It felt wonderful, but not as good as he remembered and he frowned at that. Why would it feel different?

The vampire sucked and he could feel it like a pull in his arm, tingling and warm. Harry sighed as he shifted. He was uncomfortable with how it seemed to be just a shadow of what he wanted. The ache in his muscles eased, but his body still longed for something as he became more and more aware of how the vampire's hands felt against his skin. Harry's mind brought up images of those hands touching more of him and he gasped, trying to pull his arm away so he could stop thinking about how amazing those fingers could feel. He was sure he didn't want those cold hands on his cock again, but he couldn't stop imagining it. The way they had squeezed and stroked until his orgasm was inevitable.

The vampire's grip tightened, even as his teeth drew back. He licked the wound again. Harry shuddered as the tongue grazed him, and his arm relaxed in the vampire's hands. "You might bleed out if I don't close the wound," the vampire suddenly explained, and Harry could feel him pulling back, but still holding his wrist.

"Oh," Harry whispered as the room felt warmer. The towel lay forgotten on the floor.

The vampire released him then, dropping the hand, and Harry stepped forward before he could catch himself, unsure of why he didn't want the vampire to leave yet. He stretched his arms out, trying to feel for the vampire, his chest heaving as he panted. His cock was still hard as he shuffled across the room trying to ignore the way it ached. He cursed under his breath when he realised the vampire wasn't there. Harry was alone. He sighed, wrapping his fingers around his own erection. He squeezed as he stroked upward, his body shuddering at the touch. Harry's hand began moving quickly in a familiar fashion as he felt the pressure build. It continued as his hand moved up and down, but no release came. It felt just as good as he remembered, but he was only making his balls ache more.

"Fuck." Harry groaned, dropping his hand to the side. He didn't understand why he wasn't coming. He moved quickly back over to the bed. He cursed again as he stubbed his toe against the frame before turning and falling onto the mattress. "I don't want more," he muttered defensively. "I don't want anything besides the bite," he continued as his body tingled. It seemed like he could almost feel the cool hands on him and he shifted and turned as he tried to ignore it.

Harry should have known that his body wouldn't let him. Faint traces of the vampire's scent tickled his nose making him even more delirious in his fantasies of the vampire. Phantom touches plagued him all night as he dreamed over and over about the vampire returning. Yet he couldn't move off the bed and deny himself the connection his brain sought to the vampire. Vague as the connection was, he couldn't let it go as he went in and out of consciousness.

He was sure he tossed and turned the whole night as he watched light fill the room. Harry dragged himself out of bed anyway eating breakfast when it appeared. He moved around lazily as the day wore on, eating meals as they appeared in the room, and even taking a cold shower at one point. It didn't seem to help though. He couldn't sleep while his body seemed to keep reminding him just how wonderful the vampire's touch had felt. The room grew darker as he sat on the floor leaning back against the wall. He wondered if the vampire would offer to continue the experiment or not. Harry didn't think he wanted to do that, but he couldn't ask the vampire to touch him. He just couldn't. He groaned. It didn't make sense that he would want that, but he had hardly thought of anything else the whole day.

He hadn't been with a man before or even kissed one for that matter. He hadn't even kissed the vampire. So why did he think about the other man's hands and cock so much? Well, mostly he thought about the hands, but he still remembered how the cock had felt inside him, thrusting in and out, causing him to moan and whimper. Harry's own cock hardened again at the thought.

He didn't remember having this reaction to Ginny or any of the other girls he dated. Sure, sex had been fun, but it wasn't something he thought about while they were gone. He hadn't longed for their touch or felt any lingering traces afterwards. It was just something that felt good at the time. Not something that made him ache for more. He had gone weeks without Ginny sometimes during their relationship, but now he was having trouble lasting longer than a day and it was bothering him.

Harry scooted back against the wall as the last bit of light left the room. His legs stretched out in front of him, slightly opened, as he ran his fingers through his hair, his arms then dropping to his sides as he waited.