Night Flight

CHAPTER SIX

Draco woke hours later, calmer and more refreshed than he remembered feeling in a long time. He snuggled into the warmth behind him and then started. What the fuck?

He peeped over his shoulder and saw messy black hair; different emotions flooded him as he remembered that he had asked Potter to sleep with him. He sighed and snuggled back into the wizard anyway. Harry was cool to the touch, but not so much that it was uncomfortable. He sighed and turned over so he was facing Potter.

“Psst,” he hissed. Harry’s eyes immediately flew open and Draco’s eyes widened at the suddenness. When Harry cocked an eyebrow at him, Draco stammered, “Uh…um, I just wanted to um…say thanks, Potter. For sleeping here, I mean.”

Harry nodded and closed his eyes, stifling a yawn. “Even the undead need sleep, Malfoy, so if you have more to say, you better say it soon, because I fully plan on falling asleep again,” Harry laughed. He snuggled closer to Malfoy and added quietly, “You’re pretty nice to sleep with. I don’t know if I could stay awake even if I wanted to.”

Draco laughed as Harry’s breathing evened out. He muttered, “You’re unbelievable, Harry Potter,” before he closed his eyes and nuzzled Harry’s chin, moving it upward and slipping his head under Harry’s. He sighed and fell asleep.

***

A few more hours passed, and this time, it was Harry who woke first. He looked around the room with bleary eyes and noted the green and silver décor. Then he glanced down at what he was holding – a skinny blond who looked like he finally found something worth being happy after a long bout of depression. Harry smiled and pulled Draco closer.

As soon as Malfoy stirred, Harry started kissing him. He was gentle and warm, slowly slipping his tongue into Draco’s mouth as he stroked the blond hair.

Draco moaned into his mouth and let Harry dominate the kiss. He lay back on the bed, boneless, and sighed happily. When Harry drew away, he asked, “Why does this feel right? Aren’t we supposed to hate each other?”

Harry smiled faintly and shrugged. “I guess we were only supposed to hate each other until the war ended; when I…you know…something just…clicked. And now, I want to always be there to save you if you need it. You have no idea how hard it was to watch you recover at St. Mungo’s those couple weeks,” he said quietly.

Draco looked at Harry oddly. “You’re the visitor they said never left? You think they would have recognized you…”

Harry laughed and said, “Glamours, love. They work wonders.”

Draco scrunched his eyebrows together, but then nodded. “So what did you look like, then?”

Harry smiled and said, “Almost exactly like you, except with green eyes, still. All the nurses thought I was a distant cousin or something, and honestly, I think they all thought I was hoping you’d die and leave me everything.”

Draco laughed and muttered, “Maybe I should have.”

Harry lay back down next to Malfoy and said, “You better not do anything stupid, Malfoy. I don’t know how easy it would be to save you from yourself.”

Draco shook his head and said, “Well, I guess that undead would be a better term for what I meant, yeah?”

Harry looked into silver eyes and smirked. “You’re saying you want to turn?”

Draco shrugged and stared up at the ceiling. “Well, not yet, because we definitely need to resolve some things before then, but I’m thinking about it, yeah. I’m thinking about it a lot, actually.”

Harry smiled and stretched his arms out. “Come here, you prat,” he said, laughing as Draco curled up in his arms, his blond head on Harry’s chest, a hand finding its way to his stomach. Draco made a happy sound and Harry smiled. “Draco, you know I’d always give you this much attention,” he laughed.

Draco purred and nuzzled Harry’s chest. “Mmm, good, I kind of like it,” he smirked. “You shouldn’t spoil me so soon when I’m not even turned yet.”

Harry shook his head and pulled Draco closer. “I’ll spoil you as much as I want. I saved your life; it’s my right,” he said quietly. He ran his hand through Draco’s hair and sighed. “You drive me crazy, Malfoy.”

“I know, Potter,” Draco laughed. “Now shush, this is quite comfortable.” Draco listened to Harry’s strange pulse. He couldn’t hear a definitive heartbeat, so much as a humming of blood rushing through Harry’s veins. “You’re so weird, Potter,” he muttered before he closed his eyes again.

“Mm, thanks,” Harry laughed quietly as he watched Draco fall asleep. He growled quietly at the fears of losing Malfoy, and pulled him even closer, hugging the blond tightly to his chest.

***

Draco woke up with a start. “Where are you, Harry?” he asked quietly.

Harry was in the bathroom washing his hands when he heard Draco ask where he was. He didn’t answer immediately, but cracked the bathroom door slightly. “Right here, git,” he laughed. He watched as silver eyes flashed towards him and widened.

“Er…” Draco blushed. He was staring at Harry, cheeks pinking slowly. Harry was standing in the doorway to the bathroom with only a single towel wrapped around his waist. “Er, I…uh…nothing, never mind,” Draco whispered as he turned around.

Harry smiled and walked over to the bedside. “Like what you see, Malfoy?” he whispered into Draco’s ear. He licked the shell of the blond’s ear and slowly wrapped his arm around Draco’s stomach. As Draco sighed, relaxing slightly, Harry suddenly threw the blond over his shoulder and carried him to the bathroom.

“Let me down, Potter!” Draco shouted as Harry walked through the doorway. He hit his hands against Harry’s back, but for all it was worth, he may as well have been tickling a brick wall.

Harry walked into the shower that he had so recently vacated, and turned the water on, drenching the still-clothed Slytherin. Draco yelled curses at Harry, but the vampire wasn’t fazed. He could see that Draco was smiling inside, his eyes bright.

“Oh, I’m sorry, baby. Want me to get that?” Harry purred as he slowly stripped Malfoy’s clothes off his slender body. He revealed Draco’s pert nipples and was immediately sucking on them. He pushed Draco against the wall of the shower and undid his pants, tugging them down and then tossing them out on the tile floor, too.

“Merlin, Harry, stop,” Draco said half-heartedly, shoving Harry’s shoulders gently. He moaned as Harry ran his hand up, between his legs, to grasp at his balls.

“What, Malfoy?” Harry laughed as he squeezed Draco’s bits gently. He kissed and sucked on Draco’s neck as he continued to squeeze and massage the weights in his palm. He could feel Draco’s cock poking his stomach as he ground his own erection into the blond’s hips.

“I…oh yes, Potter!” Draco gasped as Harry slid his other hand around Draco’s backside to grab at his bum. He felt Harry lifting him up, and found himself sitting on Harry’s lap, squished between Potter’s bulk and the wall. He was suddenly very, very aware of the throbbing cock pulsing against his crack.

Harry licked Draco’s earlobe and then pulled it into his mouth, sucking on it gently while he slid his hand up and down Draco’s shaft a few times. The hot water of the shower was making him even hotter than his arousal, and he was sweating, some of it dripping onto Draco’s shoulders and chest. He hoisted the blond up a bit more, and then slid his hand away from his arse, over his thigh, up his chest, and back to his nipples. Draco really seemed to like them being teased.

Draco moaned again as Harry pinched one of his nipples, timing it just right with his other hand going so teasingly slowly along his cock. He arched into Harry’s body, trying to thrust his hips up a bit. His arms were draped around Harry’s shoulders as he struggled to breathe.

Harry heard Draco whimper as he squeezed the blond’s rosy cock, just under the sensitive and throbbing head. He smirked and nibbled on Malfoy’s neck while he did it again, slower but more deliberately this time.

Harry kept working his hand up and down Draco’s shaft. He was very patient with it all, but Draco was far from such. “Hurry the fuck up, you bloody demon,” he snapped, trying, unsuccessfully, to hold back a wanton moan.

Harry grinned. “I have an eternity to do this to you, love,” he purred, “so I see no reason to be so hasty with it.”

Draco moaned at Harry’s voice. It was deep, thick, sultry and seductive, and the blond melted unceremoniously. He dug his nails into Harry’s shoulders as he got closer and closer, thrusting against the cruel hand on his manhood. “Oh, oh, close, Harry, close!” he gasped as Potter’s hand was suddenly moving faster.

Fangs were poking out of a smile as he jerked Draco off as fast as he could. He was thrusting his own pain filled cock in-between Draco’s arse cheeks. He moaned as Draco clenched them around his cock. Then he growled and bit Draco’s earlobe, drawing a few drops of blood, as he finished the blond quickly.

Draco came with a loud scream, writhing against Harry’s body. Hot, thick, white come splattered the two of them, mixing with the water and sweat already covering their bodies. His back was arched, his mouth hanging open, and his hair in a crumpled heap as he still rubbed his groin against Potter’s abdomen. White blinded his vision as his cock felt like it was on fire. After what seemed like the eternity Harry kept hinting to, he slowly came down from his high, breathing heavily as he tried to control his limbs.

Harry growled into Draco’s neck while the blond was in the throes of ecstasy, and exploded with a strangled cry against Draco’s backside and the wall they had collapsed against. When he noticed that Draco was coming down from his high, he met his lips in a fiery kiss, then washed the blond’s weak-from-a-wickedly-awesome-orgasm body carefully, kissing him all over the whole time.