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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult ++
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7
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21,231
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luv u 2 death pt7
Love you to death (part 7 of vamp fic)::::
Harry James Potter was undeniably many things; most notably a hero, a Gryffindor, a wizard and as of late, a vampire. Some of these things most people knew about Harry, some of them he preferred to keep to himself for various reasons.
Also undeniable was the fact that there were many things that Harry was not, but that people naively assumed him to be. Patient would have had to be right at the head of that list, rapidly followed by forgiving and even tempered.
It wasn’t so much that Harry tried to hide these flaws in character; as it was that people have a tendency to see what they want to see, and to his never ending frustration the world seemed determined to see Harry as the perfect little Gryffindor. Such is the life of a savior.
Harry was feeling anything but forgiving at the moment, and having suffered through his recent spate of forced abstinence, he was considerably less patient and even tempered than usual. Right now Harry wanted nothing more than to sink his fangs into the soft flesh of Draco Malfoy’s throat while he used his cock to punish his rival for making him wait for what the “savior” had determined was rightfully his.
Still he tried to hold himself back, not for any morally righteous reason, but because Harry had just lately realized that he wanted more than just blood or sex from Draco Malfoy.
Harry very much wanted to keep Draco. It had been quite a stunning revelation for him.
The one thing that most people never even came close to guessing about Harry was just how lonely the “boy who lived” had been his whole life. Not even his closest friends understood the emptiness that had always existed in Harry. Now, as a vampire, he had an eternity of loneliness to look forward to.
Unless……
He had desperately hoped against hope that somehow tonight, he would be able to reach out to Draco and bring about some sort of understanding between them.
Not bloody likely. An image of Draco kissing Blaise Zabini flashed through his mind and Harry found himself snarling into Draco’s face as he used the hand twisted in his hair to shake the arrogant, naked Slytherin until his teeth rattled.
Draco yelped as tears welled up in his eyes, and he slapped ineffectively at his assailant, begging Harry to stop.
Again, not bloody likely.
All of Harry’s energy had been focused on capturing and subduing Draco, and now he was angry, jealous and one of his hands hurt like a motherfucker. As far as Harry was concerned Draco deserved every ounce of the pain that he would delight in giving him.
Abruptly, Harry gave a vicious yank forward on the fine blond strands. Without any warning Draco had no chance. He lost his footing and fell face first down on the hard tile floor, landing hard on his hands and knees.
“Whore.” Harry hissed threateningly, looming over him, “you would deny your master but you would give yourself willingly to trash like Zabini?”
Draco tried to scramble away on his knees only to find himself caught by the hair once again as Harry jerked his head back, exposing his slender white neck. “You want to be treated like the dirty slut you are?” The envious beast demanded as it shook him roughly.
The violence in that gravely voice scared Draco shitless and turned him on beyond belief. “Please! No!” he begged, “Blaise is nothing! Please Potter!” Even as the protest fell from his lips the blond found himself pushing back against the straining erection now pressed insistently against his buttocks.
Harry hissed at him in parstletongue, animalistic desire coursing through his veins at the contact. “Are you so eagerly begging to be taken like a whore Malfoy?”
Of course, Draco couldn’t understand the words but the tone was low and seductive, sending a shiver up his spine. His tear stained face was rudely jerked to the side, exposing his throat to the tongue and teeth of a highly pissed off vampire.
Draco stared up into the feral gaze of his captor, correctly reading the jealous rage that had settled onto Harry's face with a sort of detached horror. The world seemed to be dissolving around him until all that was left was the hunger and raw need clearly reflected in Harry Potter’s avada tinted eyes.
“P-please Potter,” Draco whimpered.
“You are mine." Harry declared possessively, just before two razor sharp fangs pierced Draco’s jugular vein.
Harry moaned ecstatically as something wet, delicious and sinful flooded his greedy mouth. He suckled at the tender flesh with a ravenous hunger.
Draco gasped as red fluid trickled across his collar bone and down his chest. Slow rivulets of blood streamed between his nipples.
Harry laughed evilly as Draco wriggled back against him like the wanton little whore that he knew him to be. Harry felt the demon inside of him violently struggle for freedom; spurred on by the smell of fear mixed with the musky smell of arousal as Draco sobbed and fought valiantly to be let out from beneath him.
Harry greedily lapped at the tiny oozing wounds decorating Draco’s throat as he tore his own zipper open, and ground down against the delectable warm body of his rival.
Eyes wide as an insatiable sex maniac frotted against his naked arse, Draco instinctively cried out in distress. “Master! Please Master!” Then froze, stunned, as the realization of what he had just said hit him squarely.
“Mine!” Harry vowed passionately, heat surging through him as Draco unthinkingly uttered the words that acknowledged his ownership.
With a jolt, Draco felt Harry enter him, thrusting hard until he was fully seated in the blonds tight channel.
Even still slick from the bath, the pain sliced through Draco like a blade. “Bastard!” He swore as he thrashed wildly.
“Now Draco,” Harry purred dangerously, stilling as he allowed his prey time to adjust, “is that any way to speak to the person you are going to spend the rest of eternity with?”
Draco couldn't help the way his cock throbbed as the words reverberated in his head. Harry’s blood-wet tongue forced past his lips. The vampire claimed his mouth in a brutal kiss, as the fiend once again began to ruthlessly take full possession of his body.
“Eternity Draco…” Harry murmured, thrusting deep. “Never alone again…. My heart yours, forever more.”
Sharp claws dug into his hips as Draco felt the monster slam into his prostate. “Never to be afraid again Draco….. Can you imagine a life with no fear?”
The cock inside his arsehole seemed to be swelling impossibly larger. Draco trembled as the devil continued his temptation. “To never grow old… to never be sick… to never die…. Immortality.”
Harry’s breathe ghosted hot as an agile tongue traced the shell of his ear.
“Everything you’ve ever wanted Malfoy…… and me.” Harry whispered. “Yours for the taking. All you have to do is accept my blood tonight.”
Draco felt Harry’s hand wrap firmly around his cock. He pumped the throbbing shaft pausing to let his thumb tease the tiny slit where pre-cum was steadily leaking out. Harry felt the blond violently clinch around him, screaming his pleasure, sobbing frantically as he came.
An animalistic grunt burst forth from the vampire Gryffindor as Draco seized tight around the invading flesh.
"So good, Malfoy. So fucking good!" Harry panted. He redoubled his own efforts, lifting Malfoy clear off the floor to viciously thrust into him until finally, Harry couldn't hold back any longer and he also released, spilling thick, hot pulses of seed deep inside his chosen one.
After a moment, Harry reluctantly removed his cock from Draco to move them both until they were face to face, then leaned in and gave his obsession a fiery kiss.Harry bit at his swollen mouth again, his tongue delicately tracing Draco’s torn, ravaged lip then he unhurriedly licked away the tears that had been streaming down his face.
A shuddering sigh shook Draco. Inside and out Harry had branded him as his own. There was no longer any doubt in his mind as to who he belonged to but…. eternity?
Shadows seemed to dance across the room as Draco found himself staring into a pair of hypnotic green eyes while Harry used his fangs to tear open his own wrist.
“What will it be Malfoy?” The demon enticed, holding up its bleeding wrist so that Draco could see the delicious nectar seep out.
Draco was suddenly, amazingly sure of his response.
His fingers twined with Harry’s as he gave his answer.
Harry Potter smiled wickedly as the first glittering bead of ruby red blood lazily dripped onto Draco Malfoy’s tongue.
Fini
A/N: Ive decided I will probably write a short sequel to this but I am going to end this one here.
Thanks so much to all of you for reading ang reviewing.
*Huggles*\
sequel:
"So youre dead, nowwhat?"
http://hp.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600007548
Harry James Potter was undeniably many things; most notably a hero, a Gryffindor, a wizard and as of late, a vampire. Some of these things most people knew about Harry, some of them he preferred to keep to himself for various reasons.
Also undeniable was the fact that there were many things that Harry was not, but that people naively assumed him to be. Patient would have had to be right at the head of that list, rapidly followed by forgiving and even tempered.
It wasn’t so much that Harry tried to hide these flaws in character; as it was that people have a tendency to see what they want to see, and to his never ending frustration the world seemed determined to see Harry as the perfect little Gryffindor. Such is the life of a savior.
Harry was feeling anything but forgiving at the moment, and having suffered through his recent spate of forced abstinence, he was considerably less patient and even tempered than usual. Right now Harry wanted nothing more than to sink his fangs into the soft flesh of Draco Malfoy’s throat while he used his cock to punish his rival for making him wait for what the “savior” had determined was rightfully his.
Still he tried to hold himself back, not for any morally righteous reason, but because Harry had just lately realized that he wanted more than just blood or sex from Draco Malfoy.
Harry very much wanted to keep Draco. It had been quite a stunning revelation for him.
The one thing that most people never even came close to guessing about Harry was just how lonely the “boy who lived” had been his whole life. Not even his closest friends understood the emptiness that had always existed in Harry. Now, as a vampire, he had an eternity of loneliness to look forward to.
Unless……
He had desperately hoped against hope that somehow tonight, he would be able to reach out to Draco and bring about some sort of understanding between them.
Not bloody likely. An image of Draco kissing Blaise Zabini flashed through his mind and Harry found himself snarling into Draco’s face as he used the hand twisted in his hair to shake the arrogant, naked Slytherin until his teeth rattled.
Draco yelped as tears welled up in his eyes, and he slapped ineffectively at his assailant, begging Harry to stop.
Again, not bloody likely.
All of Harry’s energy had been focused on capturing and subduing Draco, and now he was angry, jealous and one of his hands hurt like a motherfucker. As far as Harry was concerned Draco deserved every ounce of the pain that he would delight in giving him.
Abruptly, Harry gave a vicious yank forward on the fine blond strands. Without any warning Draco had no chance. He lost his footing and fell face first down on the hard tile floor, landing hard on his hands and knees.
“Whore.” Harry hissed threateningly, looming over him, “you would deny your master but you would give yourself willingly to trash like Zabini?”
Draco tried to scramble away on his knees only to find himself caught by the hair once again as Harry jerked his head back, exposing his slender white neck. “You want to be treated like the dirty slut you are?” The envious beast demanded as it shook him roughly.
The violence in that gravely voice scared Draco shitless and turned him on beyond belief. “Please! No!” he begged, “Blaise is nothing! Please Potter!” Even as the protest fell from his lips the blond found himself pushing back against the straining erection now pressed insistently against his buttocks.
Harry hissed at him in parstletongue, animalistic desire coursing through his veins at the contact. “Are you so eagerly begging to be taken like a whore Malfoy?”
Of course, Draco couldn’t understand the words but the tone was low and seductive, sending a shiver up his spine. His tear stained face was rudely jerked to the side, exposing his throat to the tongue and teeth of a highly pissed off vampire.
Draco stared up into the feral gaze of his captor, correctly reading the jealous rage that had settled onto Harry's face with a sort of detached horror. The world seemed to be dissolving around him until all that was left was the hunger and raw need clearly reflected in Harry Potter’s avada tinted eyes.
“P-please Potter,” Draco whimpered.
“You are mine." Harry declared possessively, just before two razor sharp fangs pierced Draco’s jugular vein.
Harry moaned ecstatically as something wet, delicious and sinful flooded his greedy mouth. He suckled at the tender flesh with a ravenous hunger.
Draco gasped as red fluid trickled across his collar bone and down his chest. Slow rivulets of blood streamed between his nipples.
Harry laughed evilly as Draco wriggled back against him like the wanton little whore that he knew him to be. Harry felt the demon inside of him violently struggle for freedom; spurred on by the smell of fear mixed with the musky smell of arousal as Draco sobbed and fought valiantly to be let out from beneath him.
Harry greedily lapped at the tiny oozing wounds decorating Draco’s throat as he tore his own zipper open, and ground down against the delectable warm body of his rival.
Eyes wide as an insatiable sex maniac frotted against his naked arse, Draco instinctively cried out in distress. “Master! Please Master!” Then froze, stunned, as the realization of what he had just said hit him squarely.
“Mine!” Harry vowed passionately, heat surging through him as Draco unthinkingly uttered the words that acknowledged his ownership.
With a jolt, Draco felt Harry enter him, thrusting hard until he was fully seated in the blonds tight channel.
Even still slick from the bath, the pain sliced through Draco like a blade. “Bastard!” He swore as he thrashed wildly.
“Now Draco,” Harry purred dangerously, stilling as he allowed his prey time to adjust, “is that any way to speak to the person you are going to spend the rest of eternity with?”
Draco couldn't help the way his cock throbbed as the words reverberated in his head. Harry’s blood-wet tongue forced past his lips. The vampire claimed his mouth in a brutal kiss, as the fiend once again began to ruthlessly take full possession of his body.
“Eternity Draco…” Harry murmured, thrusting deep. “Never alone again…. My heart yours, forever more.”
Sharp claws dug into his hips as Draco felt the monster slam into his prostate. “Never to be afraid again Draco….. Can you imagine a life with no fear?”
The cock inside his arsehole seemed to be swelling impossibly larger. Draco trembled as the devil continued his temptation. “To never grow old… to never be sick… to never die…. Immortality.”
Harry’s breathe ghosted hot as an agile tongue traced the shell of his ear.
“Everything you’ve ever wanted Malfoy…… and me.” Harry whispered. “Yours for the taking. All you have to do is accept my blood tonight.”
Draco felt Harry’s hand wrap firmly around his cock. He pumped the throbbing shaft pausing to let his thumb tease the tiny slit where pre-cum was steadily leaking out. Harry felt the blond violently clinch around him, screaming his pleasure, sobbing frantically as he came.
An animalistic grunt burst forth from the vampire Gryffindor as Draco seized tight around the invading flesh.
"So good, Malfoy. So fucking good!" Harry panted. He redoubled his own efforts, lifting Malfoy clear off the floor to viciously thrust into him until finally, Harry couldn't hold back any longer and he also released, spilling thick, hot pulses of seed deep inside his chosen one.
After a moment, Harry reluctantly removed his cock from Draco to move them both until they were face to face, then leaned in and gave his obsession a fiery kiss.Harry bit at his swollen mouth again, his tongue delicately tracing Draco’s torn, ravaged lip then he unhurriedly licked away the tears that had been streaming down his face.
A shuddering sigh shook Draco. Inside and out Harry had branded him as his own. There was no longer any doubt in his mind as to who he belonged to but…. eternity?
Shadows seemed to dance across the room as Draco found himself staring into a pair of hypnotic green eyes while Harry used his fangs to tear open his own wrist.
“What will it be Malfoy?” The demon enticed, holding up its bleeding wrist so that Draco could see the delicious nectar seep out.
Draco was suddenly, amazingly sure of his response.
His fingers twined with Harry’s as he gave his answer.
Harry Potter smiled wickedly as the first glittering bead of ruby red blood lazily dripped onto Draco Malfoy’s tongue.
Fini
A/N: Ive decided I will probably write a short sequel to this but I am going to end this one here.
Thanks so much to all of you for reading ang reviewing.
*Huggles*\
sequel:
"So youre dead, nowwhat?"
http://hp.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600007548