Mine to Take Care Of
Mine to Take Care Of
Title: Mine to Take Care Of
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Vampire!Harry.
Word Count: ~2500
Status: Complete
Summary: Harry fails to understand that
everything Draco gives has already been Harry's to begin with.
Note: Written for hp_creatures's (on LJ)
prompt #1 - Mate
Also, this is my first creature!fic and I haven't read that many of them
actually, so it's possible I'm doing it wrong.
Draco's eyes suddenly snapped open and he looked around in panic.
Something woke him up though he wasn't sure what. Even now that he was
fully awake, his heart was hammering in anguish. He looked up and started
again, but then, realizing what disturbed his sleep, he relaxed.
There, at the foot of the bed stood Harry Potter, making no noise
whatsoever, but instead just standing in the darkness and staring directly at
Draco. It would probably scare everybody to death to see Harry like this —
just watching silently with a dark, hot gaze. Knowing that Harry was a
vampire certainly wouldn't help to ease one's worries.
But Draco wasn't afraid, he could never be afraid of Harry — they were
bound to each other, mated for life as a result of Draco's own wishes. Years
ago Harry had accepted Draco's proposition. For a time it seemed that Harry
was determined to wither and die alone in his misery, but Draco had elbowed
his way into Harry's life and convinced him that he deserved to be happy, a
dark creature or not. It was ludicrous really, the way Harry would make the
same conclusion for every other unfortunate soul that had been turned into a
vampire, but he made no such conclusion in regards to himself. Even after all
this time, Harry was still a bit too grateful for what Draco had done.
He acted as though Draco made a sacrifice and now Harry would have to pay
his tribute until he died. Draco promised himself that one day he would
convince Harry that being with him was not a sacrifice but a privilege.
Even though he wasn't afraid of Harry, Draco was constantly afraid
for him. There were still people that couldn't deal with the fact that a
vampire was running around loose. The anxiety Draco felt earlier was
increasing steadily, and now he was aware that the feeling wasn't his own.
Now Draco could tell that Harry wasn't well.
Draco struggled with the sheets for a moment and then scrambled towards
the edge of the bed, ending up on his knees. He reached with his hands
towards Harry. "Come here," he said gently. Harry hesitated and looked
away. "Come here," Draco repeated more firmly. "Tell me what happened.
You're back early."
Harry clenched his fists, hiding pale bony fingers Draco adored, and slowly, he
came closer and sat on the bed beside Draco. He ignored Draco's reaching
hand, but Draco paid little heed and instead, he grabbed Harry's hands
between his. The moment he touched them he knew what was wrong. "You
haven't eaten. Your hands are cold."
Harry still wasn't looking at Draco, but instead, he just lowered his head.
"There was no proper blood on the island. I did drink something." Harry
frowned, looking at his lap. "I'm not really sure it actually was blood. It
certainly made me feel worse."
Draco sighed. This happened too often due to Harry's job. Harry drank a
special potion, mixed with dragon's blood that kept him fed and healthy. But
the potion was to be taken fresh and when Harry went on an Auror mission
he had no one to brew it for him. There was a time Draco was pleased that
the Ministry hadn't fired Harry after what happened to him, but lately he just
wished that Harry was safe at home where Draco could take care of him.
Harry was normal most of the time, though honestly maybe Draco wasn't a
good judge of what was normal anymore. Perhaps it would be more correct
to say that Harry was healthy most of the time, as long as he took his potion
regularly. In times like these when Harry didn't get his dose, things would get
a little complicated.
The cold hands between Draco's palms shivered and Draco looked at his mate
more closely. Harry closed his eyes as he struggled with his vampire nature. If
possible, he was even paler than usual. His skin was nearly translucent, his
hair was falling listlessly over his face — there was no trace of that wild
shaggy mop that Draco secretly liked.
"It's fine," Draco whispered quietly. He threw one arm around Harry's stiff
shoulders and scooted closer, trailing his lips gently over a cold, pale cheek.
"You know what to do."
Harry shuddered again. "I don't want to," he murmured, sounding miserable
and scared.
"You need to," Draco coaxed. "Mate's blood will heal everything. Go on."
Draco gripped Harry's hand and buried his nose in the dark hair. He was more
than aware that his neck was bared for Harry. "You know I don't mind."
Harry was still and unmoving for awhile, but then a low rumbling could be
heard, rising threateningly form deep within Harry's throat. Draco could feel
Harry grip his hand and he could hear the sound of fangs coming out to play.
Draco shivered despite having done this many times before — he would be
lying if he said that this was pleasant.
"Draco ..." This wasn't Harry's voice anymore, but a low animalistic
purr that sent an entirely different shiver down Draco's spine.
"Do it, Harry. Take what you need," Draco murmured into Harry's hair.
With a growl, Harry grabbed Draco around the waist with one hand and with
the other he gripped the blond hair, angling Draco's head so he could plunge
his teeth into the offered neck.
Draco allowed himself to be manhandled and he had a moment to brace
himself for what was coming. Harry's breath ghosted over his skin, cold and
threatening and Draco was well aware that he was now trapped in Harry's
grip until Harry decided that he had enough.
Sharp teeth plunged in Draco's neck and though he expected it he still
gasped. Harry wasn't gentle — he couldn't control himself when he was like
this. It hurt impossibly as Harry sucked in, drinking Draco's blood until Draco
was starting to feel light-headed.
Harry made sounds — he slurped and swallowed and Draco thought he could
feel his blood surging out of his body and into Harry's devouring
mouth. Draco was getting dizzier by the second. The pain in his neck was
excruciating, his limbs were going numb, but Harry was still feeding.
Harry knew when to stop. He always knew when to stop.
Draco was trembling, feeling as though his very soul was consumed by Harry.
The dark that surrounded them turned even darker somehow. With a cry,
Harry tore his mouth away and Draco felt himself falling down or possibly
flying away. He tried to open his eyes but when he finally managed the room
was spinning mercilessly.
In the distance, Harry was screaming.
That was the unfortunate consequence — mate's blood healed, but it was still
human blood. Harry wasn't used to it, and at a time like this when he would
get a taste, it sent him into a frenzy. Human blood was like a drug to
vampires, but mate's blood set fire to emotions and sensations, causing a
crushing turmoil that threatened to drive one mad.
Draco struggled to get up, but only managed to crawl over to the gasping and
shivering Harry. "It's okay," Draco tried to say but it came out like a gasp.
The pain in his neck was blinding him and his limbs felt heavy and listless.
"Oh God!" Harry was panting and moaning, twisting his body and
thrashing around. Draco didn't know how it felt for him but it looked like
Harry was positively tormented by pleasure.
This was Draco's reward and he had no intention of missing it.
With supreme effort, Draco dragged himself towards the headboard, and
took his wand from beneath the pillows. He cast every Invigorating Charm on
himself that he knew — it didn't help much but Draco did feel a little better. At
least it made the room stop spinning. There was no helping his neck of
course, only Harry was able to heal that particular wound, and currently,
Harry was indisposed. Draco took off his pyjama with some trouble and then
looked over towards Harry.
Harry was lying on his back, his legs still on the floor. He was writhing and
bucking his hips, thrusting his pelvis into empty air, and arching his back as he
moaned in complete ecstasy. Despite being completely exhausted and not to
mention severely injured, Draco felt his cock twitch at the sight.
Thank Merlin for magic! Draco waved his wand at Harry and Vanished his
mate's clothes. Harry didn't even notice — he was achingly hard and
oblivious. He trailed his hands over his own hips, hissing as he did so, and his
heavy cock twitched, leaking precum on his flat stomach.
Harry did notice when Draco grabbed his upper-arms and pulled him
backwards so Harry ended up fully sprawled on the bed. Harry moaned when
Draco touched him. He screwed his eyes shut, letting himself be manoeuvred
as Draco wished, clearly enjoying in every touch that trailed over his sensitive
skin.
Draco wasted no time and he settled himself between Harry's spread thighs,
admiring the image before him. Harry seemed enraptured in his own pleasure
and unaware of his surroundings.
"I need ... I need ... " Harry panted, opening his eyes and levelling his
dark gaze on Draco.
"I know," Draco reassured in a scratchy voice. He reached with his hands and
caressed Harry's torso, dragging his fingers and nails over taut muscles.
Harry arched upwards into Draco's touch, relishing in every tiniest caress.
Draco pinched the already hard nipples, twisting them cruelly. Harry almost
screamed as he lifted his legs, bending them at the knees and spreading them
wide in shameless offering.
Draco couldn't stand this anymore — his cock was throbbing more intensely
than his neck and that was no idle comparison. He aimed his wand at Harry's
entrance and murmured the Lubrication Charm. Harry was never fussy about
preparation, he liked to both give it and take it hard, always treading the thin
line between and successfully blending pain and pleasure. With Harry all that
mattered was intensity.
The moment the wet, cold substance coated Harry's insides, Harry wrapped
his legs around Draco's waist, crossing his ankles and pulling Draco closer. He
gripped the sheets and wriggled his arse, effectively rubbing his bum against
Draco's cock.
Draco needed no further encouragement. He grabbed his cock and in one
smooth thrust he was buried in impossible tight heat. Harry growled and
threw his head back, his spine forming a perfect arc as he took Draco inside.
Draco's worries about whether he could provide Harry with the intense
coupling Harry desired dissipated instantly as Harry began to move. Draco
was hardly able to thrust because Harry was holding him in a death grip with
his legs, impaling himself firmly and controlling the pace of their frenzied
lovemaking.
Draco grabbed Harry's hips and bent a little as Harry lifted himself on his
elbows and stared at Draco with a heated gaze, seemingly intent on driving
Draco crazy. He was moving continuously in a perfect rhythm, Draco
struggled to follow. The muscles on Harry's stomach stretched and trembled
beneath his skin as he worked his hips, pulling Draco inside, squeezing and
then releasing him, only to sink on his length once more.
Draco could feel sweat break out all over his body, his hair was stuck to his
face, and Harry's hips threatened to slip from his grip. But none of it mattered
because Draco was close to oblivion. He could feel his body tremble in
anticipation of his fast approaching orgasm. Harry was still staring, his mouth
opening with every thrust to make a loud Oh!-sound.
Draco's hands abandoned Harry's slim hips and grabbed the heavy cock that
jumped in his hands the moment Draco touched it. Harry growled — the
sound so animalistic and primal, it sent a jolt of electricity down Draco's spine.
Harry's fangs came out as he bared his neck and screamed in ecstasy, and
copious amount of cum coated Draco's hands and Harry's stomach. Draco
barely managed to keep a jerky pace as his own orgasm struck with blinding
intensity.
It took Draco quite some time to return to reality where every muscle of his
body hurt and he was covered in sweat and cum. Harry was still thrashing
around, still lost in his pleasure, growling and moaning ceaselessly. Draco
pulled out his sensitive cock from within Harry and then crawled upwards to
grab him and trap him in a hug. Draco pressed his mate's head on his chest,
stroking his hair lightly, hoping that Harry would calm down. Harry struggled
and bumped his cock feebly against Draco's leg, still quite hard despite of
coming so spectacularly a minute ago.
Eventually, Harry lifted his head and looked at Draco with dazed green eyes.
He was still clearly trapped within his euphoric state but he seemed more
lucid. "Are you all right?" Harry murmured but then his gaze fell on Draco's
neck. Without another word he reached out and placed a now warm hand on
the wound. Draco could feel the magic crackle and the pain was gone.
"I'm sorry," Harry said almost brokenly.
This was a point where Draco could say, "If you're truly sorry you would quit
your job and stay with me." Draco always planned to say it but somehow he
just couldn't — Harry loved his job. He loved that he was still allowed to help
people despite what happened to him.
"I was bored today anyway," Draco said instead. "And now I got to bugger a
vampire. Can't complain, really."
Harry laughed a little though he still seemed upset, and then he buried his
head in the crook of Draco's neck, his hips bucking as he did so.
Draco lowered one hand and grabbed Harry's arse. "Go on," he whispered.
"I can't help much though."
Harry didn't move and Draco teasingly wriggled a finger against Harry's
opening, pushing it in just a little. Harry made a strangled noise and bucked
and then kept thrusting against Draco's leg. It didn't take long and after
sliding his cock against Draco's sweat-slicked thigh, Harry shuddered and
panted in Draco's ear.
"Better?" Draco asked, caressing Harry's damp hair. He could feel Harry nod
and then a small kiss was placed on Draco's neck.
Draco tried to perform some Cleaning Charms on them but he had little
energy. Tomorrow they would wake up sticky and smelly — there was no
helping that now. Harry snuggled closer in a much too cuddly manner for a
dangerous fearsome vampire. Draco hugged back, relishing in the warm skin,
a sign that Harry was back to his full health, his energy newly replenished
with Draco's blood.
"You're so good to me," Harry whispered sleepily, his lips brushing Draco's
neck again.
Draco sighed inwardly and hugged Harry tighter. He didn't know how to
persuade Harry that he would do much more than just give a bit of his blood
now and then, but in one thing he was certain — he would never stop trying.
"Goodness has nothing to do with it," Draco murmured, brushing his lips
against Harry's sweaty forehead. "You're simply mine to take care of."