In the Dark

Sixth Night

The darkness seemed to stretch for hours, silent and still. No voice. Harry’s chest tightened as his heart rate sped up. Would the vampire leave him alone now? Not biting or touching him. It wasn't like he could get out of the room, and what could he do besides wait for the man regardless of what happened next. He moved forward on the bed until he was kneeling. Harry didn't want to be left alone. He wanted the vampire to return again. He realised he had expected it, but didn't know what to do now. "Are you there?" he asked the darkness.

"Yes."

Harry sighed as he closed his eyes. He felt slightly better knowing that the man was in the room with him, even though it scared him that his body wanted something more than the bite. He opened his mouth and fear gripped him that the vampire would just laugh when he said what he really wanted. He wasn't sure what he was going to say at the beginning but he asked, "Are you waiting for something?"

"Yes." The voice was almost a whisper of a breeze in the room.

Harry groaned. "What are you waiting for?"

"I have already told you that." This time there was a hint of pique in the tone.

Harry tried to remember their previous conversations, and then winced. "You want me to beg?" he whispered as he ran a thumb over the bite on his wrist. His voice sounded thicker and deeper than he expected.

"I have always wanted to see you on your knees, begging me," the vampire answered, voice like a hot wind now.

"Always?" Harry asked, his own breath catching in his throat.

There was silence again, as if the vampire felt he had said more than he intended. Harry wondered if the vampire could smell fear. Harry was shaking. The silence was beginning to cut into him, and he hated how it could do that. He ran his fingers through his hair again as he shifted. "Shouldn't I be kneeling before you so you can look down at me?" he suggested, not really sure why he had, but thought at least then he would know where the man was in the room.

"Maybe you are already," the voice replied.

Harry winced again as his whole body seemed to burn and yell at him to do something. "How do I know where you are? Or what you want?" Harry asked. His was voice hard at first but softened as the words continued to pour out. "You seem to know what I want, but insist that I say it. And I think you tempted me on purpose because you knew how I would react. Though I have no clue how you knew I'd like the way your .... " Harry paused unable to finish the sentence. "You knew I would want more than the bite, but how could you? I didn't know. I never knew until .... I don't understand, but I'm scared that you did all this just so you could turn me down and watch me hurt. But it hurts already. Knowing you're in the same room, out of reach."

He paused again not sure why he had said all of that, but then continued, his voice barely audible, "I hate that you hide in the dark away from me. You're always running away like a coward, even as you try to insist that you don't see me as a threat. But all I see is your fear."

"You don't see anything. That was always your problem," the vampire hissed.

"Really?" Harry asked in disbelief. "What did I miss?"

"You never saw beyond yourself, your friends and your narrow ideas of the world," the vampire complained, sounding oddly petulant for someone supposedly in control of Harry.

"My narrow ideas of the world?" Harry said, sounding offended. "I wasn't raised in the wizarding world. Everything was new to me, and then someone kept trying to kill me. What was I supposed to do?"

There was silence again.

Harry sighed as the silence seemed louder this time. It hurt more than he thought it would, making him regret his words. "I don't want you to pull away from me." He stretched a hand out. "I want you to stay."

The first touch surprised Harry. Just a light caress to his hair. "Yes," Harry hissed as he felt his body relax.

"And is that all you want?" the voice coaxed, fingers sliding through his hair again.

"No," Harry replied as his eyes fluttered. "I want you to touch me. Your hands on my skin." He wanted more than that, but still found the words hard to say. A part of him feared this would all be over when the vampire got what he wanted. It would end when he admitted he wanted to be fucked by the man. A desire swelled inside him as the fingers tenderly stroked his hair. He wondered if this longing drove his want to be bitten. What if he had been wrong so far and the bite didn't compel him to want to fuck, but fucking increased his longing for the orgasm that could be reached with the bite. What if sex quenched his desire to be bitten? He wasn't sure he would ever find out for certain. He did know that what he felt was caused by more than vampire tricks and that scared him, because it meant the vampire probably knew Harry better than Harry did. A vampire who Harry couldn't identify. This should have bothered Harry more than it did, but he feared this would all end when he found that answer. He was not eager for that to happen.

A second hand joined the first, caressing Harry's jaw. "Like this?"

"Yes," Harry whispered, the touch making him shudder. He turned his face towards the hand on his jaw, longing for more.

"You are asking for more than my hands or my bite?"

"Yes." Harry sighed as he reached up and touched the cool hand against his face.

"Say it."

Harry looked up at the dark. He knew he had said it before; at least, he had kind of said it before. He swallowed as he thought about how good it had felt. He knew it was now or never. "I want you inside me."

The vampire took Harry's hand and brought it to his own already full cock.

Harry traced his hand up and down the length. The feel of the man's erection was as familiar as it was foreign. He hadn't done this before. Sure, he had wanked himself, but this was different. He was touching somebody else, touching the cock that had felt so good inside himself. The thought made him flush. He hadn't expected that. His fingers wrapped around the base, sliding upwards and squeezing.

"Yesss," the vampire hissed and Harry could feel him tremble at that touch.

Harry's hand sped up a little as he continued, grinning at the way the man trembled. His other hand reached over and cupped the man's balls and massaged them as he remembered how good that had felt. He could hear the vampire's breath hitch and the cock in Harry's hand twitched in response.

"Good," the vampire sighed. "More."

Harry licked his lips as the cock moved in his hands. It urged him on as he tried to get more reactions besides words. He really wasn't sure what more he would do, but then he tried to think of what he would want. He let go of the man's balls and slipped his hand around to cup the man's arse as he leant forward. His hand around the shaft faltered for a moment as he licked the tip, tentatively at first. A slightly bitter taste hit his tongue. Harry moved his hand down, holding on to the base as he licked again. Curiosity drove him forward as he wondered how the man would react to his tongue, his mouth. It was a different sensation on his tongue than he was used to, but it wasn't bad. Harry drew back slightly and gasped, slightly unsure if this was a good idea or not, but then he moved forward anyway wrapping his lips around the crown and running his tongue around the edge.

"Oh, yesss," the vampire gasped, sounding more human than before in that loss of control. Fingers came up to grip Harry's hair.

Harry moaned in response as he opened his mouth wider letting more of the shaft inside before pulling back and sucking. He moved hesitantly back and forth, slowly taking more into his mouth until he had to pull back when the tip hit the back of his throat. He kept it shallower then but quickening the pace as he added his hand along with the movements of his mouth. His motions began getting more distinct the longer he bobbed his head and sucked as the hand in his hair reacted to him.

"Stop," the vampire gasped.

Harry halted and drew back as he kept his hands in place. "I thought you were enjoying that." Harry was beginning to like doing that and hearing the way the man hissed and sounded more human. It had been comforting and made him want to do it again.

"Yes," the vampire answered, tugging on Harry's hair. "Stand up."

Harry dropped his hands and quickly complied as his heart beat faster. The hand in Harry's hair and the one gripping his upper arm helped him stand and then pulled him against the lean smooth body of the vampire, the man's prick pressing against Harry's hip. Harry moaned as he relaxed into the sensation of the vampire pressing against his body, his own cock hard and aching as it was captured between himself and the man's leg.

He felt the vampire angle his head, expecting the mouth on his neck but was surprised to feel a tongue tracing his lips instead. Harry parted his own lips allowing more access as his arms wrapped around the vampire. His hands gripped the man's back.

The vampire thrust his tongue into Harry's mouth, licking and sucking on his lips and Harry could feel those sharp points grazing his mouth but not yet breaking the skin. Harry kissed back with a small whimper at the feel of the fangs. His fingers curled against the vampire's back as he yearned to feel those teeth sink into him again.

The vampire pulled back and Harry could feel a shiver pass over that cool flesh just before the man picked him up in his arms, carrying him to the bed. The man deposited Harry there and then was atop him, immediately grinding into Harry's body. Harry moaned as he raised his legs while the man thrust against him. "Want you in me," he gasped while he shuddered under the man.

He felt the vampire reach down, between his spread legs, whispering a spell as he pushed two fingers into Harry's opening. The slick fingers burned slightly as they stretched him, and Harry groaned as he thrust down onto them.

The vampire licked Harry's jawline back to his ear and then nipped again, drawing blood and sucking as he continued to pump fingers in and out of Harry. Harry whimpered as he brought his knees farther up. The mouth was feeling so good and he could feel the wonderful tugging sensation in his body and groin from it, but he wanted the man's prick inside him. He could tell that he wasn't going to last much longer like this as the fingers inside him started sending pleasure racing through him and the mouth urged it along, intensifying the sensation. He gasped breathlessly, "More."

"Fuck, yes," the vampire answered, a shudder moving through his body as he pulled his fingers out and quickly brought his cock into place, thrusting inside in one stroke.

Harry arched up as he screamed, "Fuck!" His legs wrapped automatically around the man as he adjusted to the feel of the man's cock buried inside him, and a grin spread over his face as his muscles relaxed. The vampire didn't pause long. He began pulling back and thrusting forward, each one deep and hard.

"Yes," Harry moaned. His lips parted as each thrust sent a spark of pleasure through him and an echo of pain as the vampire pushed in as far as he could go. The pleasure built as the pain seemed to lift Harry higher and over the edge, his orgasm coming quicker than he would have thought as the sticky substance shot up onto his belly. The man continuing to pound into him as Harry’s arse squeezed around that cock. Then Harry felt the mouth, the teeth, closing on his neck and the pleasure seemed to reignite his orgasm, pleasure bursting like an explosion through him. His fingers scrabbled for purchase against the vampire's back as he gasped. The sucking on his neck sent a tingle through him that only seemed to mount before pouring out of him as he came again. His body trembled as the mouth moved amazingly against his neck and he lost himself in the euphoria of those lips.

Harry felt himself slipping away as darkness seemed to pull tighter around him and then he found himself opening his eyes as light poured into the room. He groaned as he sat up noticing he was alone again. Harry sighed, unsure of what it meant, as he crawled out of bed. A dull pain crawled up his back as he realised he was sore from the previous night and a blush inched its way over his cheeks as he remembered asking for and liking it. He walked over to the shower as the pain flared a little more sharply with each step. He knew for certain now that he didn't just want the bite, but the sex as well. What he didn’t understand was why he hadn’t been able to come the night before without the vampire, but last night it seemed all too easy as the vampire touched him.

A chill ran over him. He didn’t know why he had liked sucking on the vampire’s cock either. Although, he could remember the sounds the vampire had made in response, and how good they had made him feel. He wondered why he only seemed to want more when he probably should still be trying to leave. He was a prisoner here, but he also knew that if he left he probably wouldn’t feel that bite or that cock again.

Harry sighed as he stepped into the shower with the water running and leant against the wall. His hand reached down and touched his cock as he thought about the vampire. He stroked the quickly hardening shaft as the water ran over him. His body was tingling again at the touch. But after a long time of stroking and squeezing, he became painfully aware that, once more, he couldn’t come. He growled in frustration as he finished his shower.

The day went by quickly as Harry ate and thought about his growing attachment to the vampire, the pain he had when he went without the bite or the sex, and now finding out he couldn’t come without the vampire. He wondered slightly if he could live without the vampire now or if he would whither away without these things. The rest of his sexual experiences appeared to pale in comparison, and he wondered how much longer he could do this. How much longer until the vampire didn’t want him or couldn’t use him anymore? What would he do then?