Staking Claims

Disclaimer: I do NOT own anything H.P.! They belong to the talented J.K. Rowling! * Malcontented Sigh*

Everything was red, the curtains, the bureau, the bed and canopy, even the air was tinged pinkish red. Draco’s eye’s burned, he squeezed them shut and gripped his sheets. He could feel and hear the house’s heartbeat in his ears, wrapping itself around him, suffocating him. He was hungry, very hungry. He pushed himself up slowly and smelled at the atmosphere eagerly and caught a whiff of something he needed, something that smelled sweet and thick and musky and warm. He cautiously re-opened his eyes, it was completely dark. Draco inched out of bed, panting in pain, squinting in the shadows to no avail. His teeth ached and his body was screaming for him to move so he gave up trying to see his way and began to feel his way towards the scent. In his blurry mind he noticed his manhood pressed firmly against his abdomen and weeping onto his silk bottoms, wanting attention. Draco trudged on ignoring his burden in favor of finding the source of that intoxicating smell that overwhelmed his senses. He followed the aroma, feeling his way into the hall, down the stairs, through and out the kitchen and into the cool night. The smell was heavy outside and rain splattered his face, which was hot and flushed with exertion; he tilted his head back and sipped at the curiously clean tasting rainwater. The beautiful perfume clung to the water and stuck to the blonde’s skin, hair and mouth, sufficiently surrounding him in fragrant bliss. With a groan he felt his legs stiffen up and buckle, he reached out and connected with something, someone.

“Draco?” A familiar deep voice in the dark. A firm hand grabbed Draco’s shoulder and a soft palm held his cheek and brushed wet hairs from his face, he breathed in deeply.

/Mine. /

The luscious smell that was wrapping itself steadily around him was attached to this lovely, perfect creature that was holding him so tenderly. Purring, the pale boy reached forward and grabbed the figure in front of him. The deliciously scented someone tried to pull away but in this state Draco was stronger, he pulled the struggling creature to his chest. Feeling too tired to stand Draco sank to the ground, dragging the bucking individual down on top of him. He held his lovely pet close, rubbing against him, longing for release. The mortal whimpered and bucked back against the vampire, who nearly lost control.

/Just a little bit more. /

Draco breathed in the scent and tentatively slipped his tongue out. Just a small taste, his tongue licked at the salty skin of his counterpart, who mewled in eagerness. Growling Draco nipped at the exposed flesh by his mouth and pressed his fingers deeply into the man above him, gaining purchase. The creature pressed down into Draco as the blond bucked his hips upward and swiftly sank his teeth in. The soft, pleasantly salty, sweat covered flesh gave easily and hot liquid slide down the vampire’s throat, warming his entire body. It filled him with a delectable sweetness and an even stronger heat in his groin then before. Drinking and pushing himself closer to orgasm with the firm body above him pressing down maddeningly on Draco’s hard and leaking cock, he closed his eyes on the darkness, focusing on the tantalizing warmth. The breathing that ghosted across Draco’s ear hitched, causing him to shiver, he opened his eyes out of habit, knowing it would be too dark to see; only it wasn’t.

Daylight streamed in through the bay windows and his room glowed in pure whiteness and the velvety reds of his bed dressings shimmered in the sunlight. He was definitely NOT outside, it was NOT raining, he was however covered in dampness not only from sweat but from water and he was also still slowly feeding. Tilting his head away from the soft neck pressed to his mouth Draco let out s stifled gasp and released his willing victim, who mumbled incoherently before slumping against Draco and gripping the back of the blonde’s neck and tangling his fingers in the platinum hair. Meanwhile the Vamp/Veela couldn’t believe his horrid luck. The tasty morsel atop him was none other then the bright-eyed, ebony-haired, Harry Potter. He slid from beneath the other boy and turned to examine the mess he’d made.

/figures./

He exhaled and shuddered, Potter did look sexy in his black boxers, draped across the red sheets and blankets of Draco’s bed, his pale skin looking like porcelain against his untidy black hair. A smile played across Draco’s features as he remembered the noises Potter made during their encounter.

/No. What have I done? This is wrong. Very wrong. But...Mmm, he smells so good. No that’s the Veela, not me. /

While he thought, Draco growled low in his throat and had started stalking toward the spent boy, hearing himself he stopped. Firmly trying to hold himself back from his defenseless nemesis he lurched forward. He knew that now the vampire was sated and the Veela, naturally, would want to mark Harry as a potential mate.

/NO! /

He stumbled to the nightstand, forcing his legs to carrying him and grabbed his wand.

“Rennervate!”

***

“Wha?” Harry’s own voice seemed far away and it croaked unusually. His bed was warm and soft and…damp? He blinked his eyes tiredly and yawned, rubbing his face with his palm. He turned over to go back to sleep but found he could barely move. He felt dreadfully weak. Almost as if he weren’t quite awake, as if he was trapped in a dream and his movements were languid. Harry began to shift nervously trying to rouse himself. He could hear movement but it seemed to be in another room, though subconsciously he knew it had to be in his room.

/what happened?/

Earlier he had woken up abruptly and felt the need to check on Draco. He immediately got out f bed and walked across the hall. When he knocked on the door he didn’t get an answer so he dared to peek in. Harry gasped, Draco had not been well. He was flushed and thrashing about on the bed with his eyes tightly shut and his knuckles white from clutching the sheets. Harry tried calling to Draco but he only got paler and thrashed wildly on the bed looking clammy and feverish. Harry muttered a quick “aguamenta” and poured a shower of cool water on the blond, who calmed slightly, opening his mouth and eagerly drinking the water.

/Damp? /

Harry needed to waken him so he approached the bed carefully, setting his wand down on the nightstand beside Draco’s, and perched himself next to the boy. He leaned down and touched a pale, cool shoulder. When the normally aristocratic boy turned into the touch Harry ventured to move some of the wet hair from Draco’s face. He remembered the blonde’s breathing pattern changed and then…

/he attacked? No that’s not right, he-he?/

One pale hand reached up and gripped Harry’s wrist tightly and yanked him forward. Another hand wrapped itself around his waist and held him still.

/oh Merlin./

Harry was pressed tightly to the blond who was rubbing erotically against Harry’s morning erection. He remembered trying desperately to fight Draco off, but the blond was having none of it.

/he bit me! /

Harry sat bolt upright, sufficiently awake. Malfoy was standing in the corner of the room looking to be in a worse state then Harry, grinding his teeth. There was a smear of Harry’s own blood on the blondes pale cheek. His blood, Draco had drunk Harry Potter’s blood. More disturbingly Harry didn’t feel nearly as upset as he knew he should. He hazily thought back to the act, it had been wonderful, a blissful and full, erotic feeling. Harry was aware of the throbbing problem he was left with in his briefs and blushed, embarrassed. He channeled his embarrassment into anger immediately, glaring at the blonde who was glowing as if in the throws of passion and wringing the damask curtains.

“What in the name of all that is magical did you think you were doing Malfoy?!?” Draco’s pose changed as he stood himself up straighter. Letting out a cry of rage, which Veela’s are known to do, Draco walked forward to stand in front of the smaller boy sitting on the bed. Harry shivered in fear and to his disappointment, anticipation.

“What was I DOING? I was blood lusting Potter and you came in and you TOUCHED ME!”

/He certainly seems angry. /

“I-” Draco cut Harry off before he could finish.

“What where YOU doing Potter, coming into my room when I was in that state?!?” Harry swayed gently and he put out a hand to steady himself. He was weaker then he thought and he reached a hand up to his aching neck, ignoring the rest of Draco’s tirade. He felt warm sticky blood still flowing from his jugular.

/I’m still bleeding. Find a medical kit. Must, need kit, bandages./ Harry’s thoughts broke as he swayed again.

“-I was hungry Potter. Can’t you- Potter? Harry!?” Harry could hear Draco talking softly to him but he was feeling so tired.

“Hemm?”

“Sorry Potter but I have to close the wounds.”

Harry couldn’t respond. He closed his eyes and felt himself start to fall back onto the bed when warm arms wrapped around him. Harry snuggled into the embrace briefly before passing out.

***

“Sorry Potter but I have to close the wounds.” Draco fumed, his erection lost from worry, as he walked towards the swooning boy on the bed.

/This is entirely your fault Potter. /

When he saw Harry’s eyes slip shut and the ebony haired boy start to fall back Draco rushed forward and caught him. Harry sighed and promptly passed out in Draco’s arms.

/You are such a hassle. So maybe this has never happened before, but you should have known better Potter. If I kill you, who will kill Voldemort? Hmm? /

Draco leaned down and licked the excess blood from Harry’s neck before slicing his wrist with his sharp teeth and letting the blood fall onto the bite marks. He watched the holes close up, making sure it worked. He knew that a full blooded vampire’s bite wouldn’t heel unless it was properly closed, as Draco was doing. Even though Draco was only half vampire the bite would still remain open for long enough for Potter to bleed to death if he didn’t take the appropriate precautions.

“You’re a pain in my ass Potter, do you know that?” Draco whispered, “A delicious pain in my ass.”

Draco scooted of the bed and stood up, regally stretching as he did. He walked across the room and kneeled in front of his sizable trunk, unlocking it with a simple “alohomora” and began riffling through the contents. Grinning he pulled out a green and silver, smaller, metal trunk decorated with the Malfoy crest. He daintily tapped the complicated metal lock with his wand.

“Altus.”

The complicated metal circles along the lid of the trunk wound in on each other in a series of spirals unlocking the box and the lid lifted of its own accord to reveal Draco’s most prized possessions. Among them a hand of glory, an old looking leather bound copy of the Malfoy Family Tree, an extensive stock of rare potions ingredients and a set of ten pre-made vials of blood-replenishing potion, just in case. He snatched up one of the vials, closed the box and went back to Harry’s side, careful not to disturb the boy. Being as gentle as possible he lifted Harry’s head back and opened his mouth. Just seeing the sliver of pink tongue in Harry’s mouth was enough to send the Veela side of him spiraling almost out of control. He tipped the vial forward and watched the liquid fall between the irritatingly pouty lips and held Harry’s head up so the potion would go down. He stood up, his erection nudging once again against his pajama bottoms, and walked into the bathroom to relieve himself and let Harry sleep.

/Damn boy-who-tasted-marvelous Potter. /