In the Dark

Eighth Night

Harry couldn't say he actually heard or saw anything in the darkness; it was more of a shifting in the air around him that led Harry to believe the vampire might be in front of him. Harry looked up to where he thought the man's face would be. He felt like a fool suddenly. Of course the man would think he didn't want to be kept by whoever the vampire was. He hadn't even asked the vampire his name. He wasn't sure if the man would answer, but did that matter? Whether it was Draco Malfoy or not, the fact that he hadn't asked made Harry feel guilty, his stomach twisted in knots.

"I'm sorry," Harry whispered, reaching out in front of him to touch the man. "I should have asked what your name was when I realised I liked being here. Last night was amazing, but I've been an arse and made it seem like I didn't care who you were. For some reason, I thought I would lose this if I asked for too much. That this would all be over when you revealed who you are, because you've tried so hard not to let me know. I do want this. I look forward to when you’re going to be here again. I like the way you make me feel, but I'm afraid I hurt you. The way you think I wouldn’t still want you if I knew who you are. I’m sorry. I should have asked. So I ... I want you to know that I do want to know who you are, and see your face and the way you react to me instead of just knowing your voice and your touch." Harry's hand found cool flesh again and he thought he felt a tremble.

"I wouldn't have answered," the vampire whispered.

Harry's fingers rubbed circles against the cool skin. "I'm still sorry, and I hope you will tell me eventually."
The man snorted. The sound was so familiar that it sent a shiver down Harry's back and Harry knew it. Malfoy. Draco Malfoy.

"If I tell you, I have to kill you," the vampire answered. "If I let you go, knowing who I am, you or the other Aurors will hunt me down and stake me."

Harry was increasingly sure this was Draco Malfoy. The words afterward made sense, especially if that was true. Harry sighed as he stood up and stepped forward. His heart raced as he leant forward slowly, sensing the other man's body. A warm tingle spread through him at the closeness. His voice came out husky. "I could never let them hunt you down, and I would kill anyone who did try to stake you."

The vampire tensed. "Ministry policy is to kill all vampires," he reminded Harry, "let alone one who has raped and fed from their hero."

Harry wrapped his arms slowly around the vampire. His hands rested on the other man's lower back as he leant close to the man's ear. "How will they know unless I tell them?" he asked before placing a kiss on the cool neck. His mouth lightly danced over the man's jaw and edged towards the mouth he liked so much. He didn't want the man to continue arguing with him, but just see what he was trying to offer. He wanted to stay even if it was Draco. Maybe, especially if it was Draco Malfoy.

"You won't protect me, I know," the vampire answered, voice bitter. He seemed to be holding still, not responding directly to Harry's caresses, even if his body trembled slightly.

"I'm sorry I didn't protect you before," Harry whispered, a pang of memory at the look on Draco’s face on that tower, at what he had seen of his terror through Voldemort’s eyes. Harry pressed his body against the man while his lips continued across a face he couldn't see until he arrived at a softly yielding ear. He sucked the lobe into his mouth as his hands traced circles on the man's back.

The vampire shuddered, hands rising to hold Harry's hips. "Before?" he gasped.

Harry remembered how he had known something was going on during sixth year with Draco, but Dumbledore and everyone else had insisted he drop it. Harry still wondered if he should have seen it coming, done something different, maybe even tried to talk to Draco. He breathed softly next to Draco's ear. "It's why you don't believe I would protect you now. Right? Even though you know what I would do for people I care about."

"You're besotted because of the bite," the vampire argued, but his hands slid up Harry's body, caressing him as he shivered. Vampires didn't get cold, so Harry knew that shiver was only for him.

Harry trailed a hand around to slide between them and grasped the man's cock. His fingers squeezed around the base. "I remember liking this before the bite." He paused as he moved his hand up and down. "I also remember wanting more than just the bite and not being satisfied with it."

The vampire growled, thrusting into Harry's hand and turning his face to press against him. "I swear, you'll be the death of me yet," he gasped.

"No," Harry insisted as he moved his hand faster matching the vampire's thrusts. "I want you to live."

The vampire's mouth closed over Harry's, walking him backwards and pushing him onto the bed. Harry's hand faltered as he fell back against the mattress, but he found his pace again quickly. His tongue explored the vampire's mouth, moving slowly around and savouring the feel of the fangs and the other man's tongue. The vampire pressed a thigh between Harry's legs, returning the kiss passionately as he did and Harry moaned as he broke away from the kiss. "Will you come for me in my hand?" He paused before smirking, knowing he wanted the vampire to come before he did this time. He knew that wouldn't happen with the man in his arse. He liked that too much it seemed. "Or would you prefer my mouth?"

"Can't unless I bite," the vampire admitted.

Harry tilted his head to the side. "My body is yours."

"You'll pass out if I take blood now," the vampire whispered, licking and sucking on Harry's exposed neck.

Harry whimpered. "How do you know I will pass out?"

The vampire huffed but didn't answer, and then pressed his mouth against Harry's throat, sucking hard and teeth pressing into skin. He held them there, panting as he rotated his hips so that he was thrusting into Harry's hand again and rubbing his thigh against Harry's cock. Harry shuddered at the feel of the man's thigh pressing firmly against his shaft and moved his hand more urgently on the vampire's erection. His body was arching in response to the mouth on his neck and the friction below as he gasped, "Want you in my mouth again."

The vampire pulled back, giving Harry's neck a lick and then moving off of him. "Turn about. So I can take your blood while you suck me," the vampire told him.

Harry sat up with a smile on his face, his hand trailing over the vampire before he lay back down and scooted closer. Harry felt the other man's lips on his thigh and arm around his waist, pulling him close as they lay on their sides. Harry's hand moved down over the man's cock as he leant in and licked the tip before taking it into his mouth. He sucked the crown before sliding his lips down.

Strong hands pushed open Harry's legs while a soft mouth nuzzled the inside of his thighs. Harry moaned approvingly as his own hand reached around the man's hip guiding him in and out of Harry's mouth. At the same moment, the vampire's hand slid down, tracing Harry's hip and then cupping his cock. Harry whimpered as he sucked harder and took more into his mouth until he could feel his lips around the base.

The vampire's fingers stroked and squeezed Harry's cock, licking and sucking his thigh. Then he felt those teeth sink into his flesh. Harry tried to focus on the vampire's cock and the feel of the man's hips in his hand as he tried to gauge the man's reactions while the confident hand felt amazing on his own cock. The mouth was feeling even better as the familiar sting of fangs coursed through him and he opened his legs up wider in response. The vampire sucked, the sensation going right to Harry's cock. Then Harry felt the man's cock twitching in his mouth, spilling his seed.

Harry swallowed without thinking as the vampire continued to suck. His own cock responded eagerly in the the vampire's hand as he felt the pleasure surfacing, and then Harry drew back as a groan deep within him made its way up Harry's throat demanding to be released. His fingers pressed deeply into the flesh on the man's hips as his cock pumped thick fluid out and over the man's hand. The vampire stopped sucking but kept his mouth in place, tongue stroking the spot in a way that sent more shivers down Harry's spine. Harry moaned as the man's shaft slid out of his mouth.

The vampire gave Harry's thigh a kiss, and then laid his cheek against the skin, resting there as he also withdrew his hand from Harry's cock. Harry traced his hand over the man's hip as he slowly sat up. He looked down towards his thigh where he could feel the vampire's cheek and smiled. "Do you think you'll let me do that again?" he whispered.

He felt the bed shift and the vampire rubbed against him, soft hair tickling Harry's thigh before the vampire sat up. Harry felt the tingle of a Cleaning Charm. It was difficult not being able to see and Harry was surprised when he felt the fingers slide around to cup the back of his neck, pulling him forward as an unseen mouth closed on his. Harry kissed back as his hand reached up and touched the man's cheek. He could taste his own blood in the vampire's mouth. He knew he should have expected the taste, but it still surprised him slightly and found himself wondering if the man could taste himself on Harry's tongue.

Harry's thumb lightly ran over the man's thumb as his tongue rubbed and danced against the other man's. Then he pulled back softly, and murmured against soft lips, "I'll take that as a yes." Harry shifted and placed a kiss on the man's cheek.

The vampire's other arm wrapped around Harry's waist, strong as they pulled him into his lap as if Harry were a child instead of a full grown man. "You tired?" he asked.

"A little." Harry admitted as he laid his head against the man's chest. "How do you feel?"

"I'm a vampire. I won't be tired until the sun comes up, if tired is the word for it."

Harry figured the vampire didn’t rest until the sun was up and then wondered what else the man did at night. "What do you like to do after drinking?"

"You asking what I do besides fuck and drink blood?" the vampire asked, sounding amused.

Harry blushed. "No. I'm asking what you do when you're not here. I'm just curious."

"I read," the vampire said, tone a bit sharp.

Harry turned and kissed the man's chest before nuzzling his cheek against it. "Did you not want me to ask?"

"Asking me questions is just a way for you to find out who I am," the vampire answered.

"That isn't the reason that I want to ask them. I don't want to be someone you just 'fuck and drink blood' from," Harry insisted. "But I didn't expect my question to bother you. So I'll stop asking if it makes you feel better. And I know you don't want me to know who you are, but could you give me a name I could call you?"

"None is needed," the vampire whispered, face pressed into Harry's neck and Harry felt a kind of odd shiver as the man held him.

Harry frowned at the response. He would have liked to be able to call the man something. He sighed and rubbed his cheek against the man as he turned and kissed the bare shoulder. Light brushes of his lips as he made his way to the man's ear. He could feel the way the vampire shivered, fingers tightening where he held Harry. Harry liked the way the man's hands gripped him closer, and he licked the ear as his hand travelled lightly over the man's arm and up to run through the man's hair.

The vampire's hands seemed to slide over every inch of Harry then, as if he was exploring or memorising his skin. "Yes," he whispered. "Ready for more?"

"Yes," Harry replied, his hand moving back and pulling at the man's hair.

The vampire rolled them then, pinning Harry to the bed, body draped atop his. "I enjoy looking down at you, seeing you writhe under me," he whispered.

Harry pressed his body up against the weighted torso above him as he arched his back. The feel of the other man's body was amazing. He liked the cool sensation against his hot skin and the way their pricks rubbed up against each other. "Under you," he moaned. He flushed and wondered if he could have foreseen saying those words to Draco or any man for that matter, but here he was saying those words, imagining Draco’s face and it made the heat rise in his skin.

"Spread your legs," the vampire whispered, laying small kisses on Harry's chin and then working his way down the curve of Harry's throat.

"Yes," Harry hissed as the kisses made him feel light and he pushed his feet apart.

"Wish you had always been this compliant," the vampire said, mouthing the hollow of Harry's throat now.

Harry moaned in agreement as he tilted his head back opening himself up more to the man. He wondered how long Draco had wanted this but didn't ask, because he didn't know what had the other man talking and he wanted it to continue.

The vampire's mouth worked over Harry's skin, licking and sucking his way to a nipple and then lapping at it like it was a sweet. Harry gasped at the feel of the tongue as the nipple hardened underneath, while his hands twisted in the sheets. He still wasn't completely sure if the vampire was Draco, but he could tell something was different. The way that Harry was being licked and touched felt softer than before.

The vampire sucked each nipple, and Harry could feel the points of the fangs grazing them as he did. He imagined the fangs piercing his skin. The way the pain would flash quickly before a tingle would start as the mouth sucked. Just as it was sucking now, but the feeling wasn't quite as intense. Harry’s eyes fluttered as he squirmed slightly and moaned. "Yes."

The vampire didn't bite yet though, continuing to lick his way down Harry's body, pausing to tease his navel and nuzzling the hair that started there. Harry shivered underneath the vampire, and his breath came out in short bursts. The touch was beginning to make him feel dizzy as he realised how vulnerable he was beneath the man. He wasn't scared, though, of those fangs or the fact it was probably Draco. Instead he was wanting more and almost asking for those fangs to bite him again. He knew if he told anyone they would probably think him crazy, but he wanted this.

Harry felt the man lift his face and for a moment there was only his breath on Harry's cock, then the soft wet slide of a tongue up the shaft. Harry moaned as he felt his prick jump in response.

"The taste of you is amazing," the vampire whispered, lathing Harry's cock with his warm wet tongue.

Harry tried to respond but his words got lost in another moan as a tingle went through him with every flick of that tongue. It seemed to dissolve all his thoughts except for how good it felt. The way it built slowly with each pass of the tongue bringing along with it more and more pleasure. Harry felt hands on his thighs, lifting them up, pushing them further apart.

"Hold yourself open for me."

Harry gripped his thighs just below his knees and held them open. "Like this?" he whispered.

The vampire moaned. "Yes, like that. Fuck." Then Harry felt the man’s tongue licking his balls, sucking and rolling them.

"Yes," Harry gasped as his grip tightened and he tried not to move but stay still as the tongue slid against him. He couldn't help but tremble from the pleasure and the yearning for more that seemed to grow in him. Harry felt the vampire's nose bump against his sac as he licked lower, tongue teasing its way down to the furled hole below.

"Oh, God!" Harry murmured. No one had done anything like this to him before. Sure, Harry had received blowjobs but this was different. It felt more intense and he unconsciously lifted his arse, edging closer to that tongue.

"Well, I doubt you meant this when you told me to kiss your arse," the vampire chuckled and then licked, tongue caressing Harry's sensitive hole.

"I like this better," Harry said with a low voice that sounded thick with longing. Harry thrilled to the touch of that tongue thrusting over and over into his body. That tongue teased and licked, the vampire making little noises as he got into it. And the more the vampire got into it, the more Harry liked it and moaned louder in response. Then the vampire moved up, licking again as he brought fingers to Harry's hole. Harry whimpered as slick fingers pressed inside him and he could feel the man above him now. "Yes," Harry groaned as he pushed his arse down on those fingers.

He felt the man's prick pushing into him next, stretching and filling him. "I wish you had wanted this, wanted it before."

Harry spread his legs farther apart as he felt the cock enter him and he could feel his body opening up to the man. Fuck, he wished he had wanted this before. He moaned. "Want you to come inside me again. To feel you pounding into me over and over."

The vampire moaned long and low, thrusting in deep and holding himself there a moment, shuddering. Harry felt him bend forward, bring his mouth down over his and Harry leant into that kiss, pushing his tongue greedily into the wet mouth, tasting himself and not caring as he poured himself up into the kiss while his legs and arms wrapped around the man above him.

As they kissed, the vampire rocked into him and back, moving his cock in and out with slow deep thrusts, fangs nicking Harry's lip so that his blood filled the taste of the kiss. Harry kept moving against those soft lips while his legs squeezed around the vampire accenting the thrusts into him. His tongue glided smoothly over the fangs constantly as the feel of sharp points grazing him sent chills down his spine.

It seemed to go on for a very long time, the thrusts and rocking, the vampire's angle rubbing over and over Harry's prostate. Then he lifted his head, mouthing his way down to Harry's throat as his thrusts began to speed up. Harry dropped his head back exposing his neck more to the vampire's mouth; his body moving along with the man's thrusts as he could feel his orgasm approaching. The vampire's teeth sank into his neck, thrusting hard and fast now.

Harry screamed in pain as the fangs pierced him. Then pleasure mounted in him as it blurred together and he couldn't tell when one sensation ended and the other began. Lost in the feel of the mouth sucking on his neck and the cock moving in and out of him, he came.

The vampire came too, moaning against Harry's skin, a vibration which seemed to make the pleasure stretch out with the sound. Eventually, they stilled, the man licking Harry's neck, still pressed on top of and inside of him. Harry’s legs relaxed as his hands ran up into the vampire's hair. He caressed the silky locks as he moaned softly, liking the way the tongue slid over his neck.

Harry felt that now familiar woozy feeling as he began to drift to sleep. The vampire was nuzzling and kissing his neck and then his ear. Just as Harry was nearly out, he heard the man whisper, "I wish you'd taken my hand, that we had been friends."