In the Dark

Seventh Night

Harry swallowed, leaning against the wall again as the room fell into darkness. He waited a few moments before whispering to the room. "Are you here yet?" Dread began to fill him slightly as he realised that he still didn't know the vampire's name or who the man was. He only knew the man had blond hair and the feel of his body, but he didn't know what the vampire looked like. Blond hair really didn't narrow things down for him.

There was no warning this time. One minute the silence and, the next, the vampire was pressing Harry against the wall. Harry moaned as he arched back against the cool torso. His thoughts from earlier drifted back to him slowly as he asked, "Are you going to kill me?"

"Isn't that what they teach all of you Aurors?" the man answered. "Vampires are all evil? We kill every time we feed?"

Harry frowned. "That isn't what I meant. I just ...." He sighed. "I just didn't know how long I could do this. Wouldn't you need more blood?" The Ministry had never disclosed anything during his training about vampires keeping donors; instead they chose to talk about the dead bodies they had found.

"Only idiots kill every time they eat," the man scoffed. "The Ministry, as usual, is wrong." He stepped back and Harry nearly fell from the suddenness of it.

Harry trembled slightly from the loss of contact. "So when do you kill?" he asked, his voice cracking. "How much longer can you continue to feed from me before I become not enough to sustain you? Or bore you? What will you do then?"

"I kill to protect myself and what is mine." There was a pause. "As you have." Harry sensed rather than heard movement in the room. "Why do you believe I need more than one donor?"

"I don't know," Harry muttered. "I was scared. Not knowing how long you'd want to keep me."

"I hadn't intended to keep you," the man admitted.

"And now?" Harry asked, unable to keep a note of hope out of his voice.

"Believe me, you won't want to be kept by me."

"But I already don't want to be without you," Harry answered, wincing at that confession. He took a step away from the wall and dropped to his knees there as he remembered what the man had said the night before. "Didn't you always want to see me begging like this?" Harry whispered, his voice barely audible as he feared the vampire was going to leave already.

There was a pause and then a whispered, "Yes."

Harry gasped as his eyes closed. "Please, I want you. Want to feel you inside me. In my mouth as you moan above me." He wanted to feel the touch of the vampire, and didn't like the direction the conversation had gone. He wanted the vampire to keep him, and didn't understand why not. He decided he would try to change the man's mind instead and convince him that he wanted to keep Harry around.

"You wouldn't feel that way if you knew who I was," the vampire answered, voice low and angry. But Harry could feel movement in front of him again.

Harry reached forward and grazed his fingers against the man's skin. "You might be pleasantly surprised by how I react to finding out who you are, but right now you're getting what you want. Right? Isn't this what you always wanted? Or do you want to pound me into the wall while I'm helpless against you?" His hands travelled slowly towards the man's cock as he talked and then stroked the length lightly. Harry felt a tremble, that cock twitching in his hand. There was a soft intake of breath which was then held, so Harry moved closer, taking the shaft into his mouth, and sucked. One hand held on to the base of the man's cock while the other reached down and cupped the his balls.

"Fuck," the vampire gasped. "Thought you hadn't done this before."

Harry drew back quickly. "I haven't. Just you. Doesn't mean I don't know what feels good," he answered before licking the tip and continuing on as he managed to take more into his mouth this time. He didn't hear a reply, only panting and soft growling noises as he sucked. The muscles in Harry’s throat relaxed more and more as he got used to the feel of the cock inside his mouth, and he quickened his pace.

"Stand," the vampire ordered.

Harry drew back and the cock slid out of his mouth before he hastened to his feet. He felt his face grow warm with excitement. Seconds later, the vampire pressed Harry against the wall again before reaching down to take hold of one of Harry's legs and lifting it to his waist. Harry felt the man's cock pressed alongside his own, trapped between them.

Harry rested his hands on the vampire's shoulders before tracing down the man's torso. His fingers brushed over a long scar as his hands travelled down towards the man's cock. The vampire's mouth was on his again and the man's hands wandered down, spreading Harry's arse, seeking what was hidden between the cheeks. Harry spread his fingers around the man's cock and stroked while the vampire prepared him quickly and then lifted his other leg so that Harry was braced against the wall but no longer supporting himself. Then Harry felt the vampire lower him onto his cock, impaling him slowly.

Harry moaned as the vampire entered him. The man's chest pushed up against his while Harry's fingers tugged at the man's hair, soft and silky in his hands. The vampire used long slow strokes to fuck Harry into the wall, mouth on Harry's and tongue pressing inside as well. Harry parted his lips to him as he slid his own tongue into the vampire's mouth, exploring cautiously over the sharp points with the slow uncoiling of pleasure starting to rise inside him. Harry’s fingers tightened in the man's hair as he felt his orgasm approaching, moaning into the vampire's mouth with the first spurt of his seed spilling over onto his torso. The man moved in and out of him not faltering from his steady pace, continuing to fuck him through the orgasm but hadn't yet bit Harry or seemed to come himself. When Harry relaxed in his arms the vampire slowed, keeping inside Harry but not moving for a minute.

"Grip my waist with your legs and hold my shoulders," the vampire whispered.

Harry followed the order and tightened his legs around the man. His head rested on the man's shoulder. He felt the vampire push off the wall, arms around Harry as he carried him, walking across the room in the dark and then lying back on the bed, with Harry on top of him. Harry's lips brushed against the man's ear before he sat up. His fingers began gliding over the man's skin feeling the scar again that seemed to go diagonally down and across the man's chest. The skin was cool, like his fingers, and smooth without much body hair. Harry felt the vampire's hands exploring him, trailing up his arms and down his back, nails gently scraping skin. Harry shivered as he traced his own fingers up the man's neck and over the jaw, outlining the man's face.

The vampire's hands returned to Harry's arse and began to squeeze and pull, rocking Harry gently on the cock still inside him. Harry moaned as the cock inside him shifted. He rose slowly before lowering himself back down as he got used to the movement. His own cock became hard again as he slid up and down.

"Yes," the vampire beneath Harry whispered, helping guide Harry's hips with his hands. Harry almost forgot that the vampire could see him in the dark when the man gasped, "So beautiful."

Harry frowned. He didn't think he was, but he didn't want to argue with the man in this position. Instead, he moved faster as he became more comfortable with how the man's hands were guiding him.

"Oh, fuck, yes," the vampire growled, arching up now.

Harry rode up and down the man's cock, impaling himself harder and harder. Warmth slowly spread out from his belly as he could feel another orgasm building, and he thrust down forcing the man deeper into him. Harry's hands were braced on that scarred chest. One of the vampire's hands left Harry’s arse and slid up to the back of his neck, caressing. "Almost there," Harry murmured as the hand touched his neck.

The vampire's other hand moved between them and wrapped around Harry's prick, squeezing. "Come," he said.

Harry gasped as he came, not sure if it was the hand around him or the man's voice that had sent him over the edge. His movements faltered and slowed before he slumped forward, resting his forehead on the man's shoulder. Harry'd come twice and he could still feel the vampire's cock hard inside him. Surprisingly, he hadn't been bitten yet this night. Harry whimpered softly before he kissed the man's shoulder. "I want to make you come," he whispered.

Harry felt the hands tighten and then he was rolled, now beneath the vampire as he felt the man's mouth on his neck and his cock push deep inside of him just before sharp teeth sunk into his skin. Harry moaned. He turned his head to the side and felt his cock spring back to life with the gentle force of the teeth piercing his skin.

The vampire's mouth pulled at him harder than he had ever felt before and Harry felt a twinge of pain with it. The sucking made him feel like he was soaring through the sky while his arse was pounded and each stroke of the vampire’s cock managed to send a spark through him bordering somewhere between pleasure and pain. Harry rode the opposing sensations as he lay helpless under the vampire. He felt a shudder move through the vampire's body, as the cock buried inside Harry began spasming. "Yes," Harry gasped, the mouth still drinking at his neck as he felt, incredibly, his own third orgasm following shortly after.

Harry groaned as he woke up and saw the room was already filled with light again. He figured he had passed out as the vampire bit him and wondered curiously if that was supposed to happen. He shook his head as he sat up thinking it really didn't matter.

Lunch was waiting for him already, and he frowned realising how long he had slept. He usually got up sooner, but then, he thought, he also hadn't come that many times before in one night. A smile grew on his face, despite the sticky sensations on his skin and the ache in his muscles and arse. He walked over to the food and sat down, humming as he ate.

Harry's mind recalled the feel of the man’s body and the noises the man had made while inside him. He sighed at the thought. His chest tightened at the memory of being called beautiful. He couldn’t remember that happening before. Ginny had tried to tell him he looked good a few times at the beginning, but he had always argued with her. She had always said it before they did something sexual and then had stopped altogether after he had rebutted every time.

Last night had been different though. The way the man’s hands had been guiding him as he drove himself up and down on the man’s cock. The vampire had lain underneath him enjoying what he was doing. The feel of the man’s scarred chest under his hands. A scar running diagonally across the man’s torso. Harry's movement suddenly stilled, the sandwich in his hand now forgotten. The scar, the blond hair, and the insistence that he wouldn’t want to be kept by the vampire began to form a picture in his mind. He had given a scar like that to Malfoy in sixth year. A fine tremor shook Harry's hand as he absently set the sandwich down and walked in a daze to the bathroom. His mind wasn't focused on the movements of his arms or legs, but on the vampire instead.

If the vampire was who he thought it was, it seemed weird to call him Malfoy now, especially with how he had pleaded last night to be kept by the man. He hadn’t heard much about Draco Malfoy since right after the war, but he could remember the boy who had talked about Hogwarts in a wardrobe shop and the one who had stood on the tower unable to kill Dumbledore. He doubted the blond had realised Harry was there that night, even if he had known or suspected there had been someone else.

But why would Draco say he always knew when Harry had been lying? Had Draco really always wanted to see him on his knees begging? Harry felt a pain in his chest and wondered if now that Draco had got what he wanted would he throw Harry away? Would he smirk as Harry suffered through the pain of being without the vampire’s bite? Harry was trembling violently, holding on to the sink. He was supposed to be stronger than this. Could Draco really be the one who had captured him? Could it really be Draco whose body affected him more than anyone else? Harry would never have thought Draco would call him beautiful.

Harry was sure the other boy had hated him, and maybe Draco was right. Maybe he had never tried to see beyond his friends and actually look at the boy. Then Harry growled remembering how difficult the boy had made things with the constant belittling of him and his friends. Why would he have talked to a boy who treated his friends like shit? Draco had almost killed Ron during sixth year. Harry knew it was because Voldemort had threatened to kill Draco and his parents if he didn’t kill Dumbledore. But that didn’t make him less of a prat and bully.

Harry sighed. He wondered if he could leave now. He knew he would be in a lot of pain, but he would probably live through it even if he didn’t want to as his muscles screamed at him. St Mungo’s probably had something or someone who could help him through that if Hermione couldn’t locate a solution in a book. He also knew that he probably wouldn’t be able to date someone else if they were a pale comparison to what he had with the vampire. How would he be able to settle for something that didn’t feel as good? Harry ran his fingers through his hair. He should be mad at Draco for tying him to the bed and forcing him to have sex. Yet, he felt confused about how much he had enjoyed it.

Harry recalled, with warm cheeks, how he had come on the first night from just the man’s hands and mouth on his thigh. He shuddered as he thought about the second night. His arousal and body had given away how much he liked what the man was doing. It was surprising, to say the least, when he came again despite the pain and lack of choice. But the next day, the man had seemed concerned slightly that he didn’t eat and had even left when Harry had said that he didn’t want the man. In fact, after that Harry had been the one to ask for biting and the sex. The vampire even offered to only bite him, but it had been Harry who had begged for sex after that.

Harry growled again in frustration. Would he have wanted Draco if the man wasn’t a vampire? Was there something there that had nothing to do with the bite? And what would Draco have done if he hadn’t been aroused? Would he have just found another way to try to get Harry begging on his knees? He didn’t know and that bothered him. Harry paced and fidgeted as the day wore on. The food came and went again before he found himself nervous and waiting as he sat on the edge of the bed. His hands glided anxiously over the sheets as darkness descended again in the room.