Vampires in the Night

The darkening of the daylight roused the sleeping pair, even as deeply subdued as it was through the heavy curtains drawn around the four-poster bed. Their negative-images formed a beautiful contrast against each other, one dark-haired and darker skinned the other pale as night in both hair and skin; a stunning portrait of opposites lying entwined in lazy repose. The pale man pulled the darker one even closer, nuzzling his neck.

“It’s time,” the blond whispered, “you can’t wait any more.”

The dark-haired man sat up quickly, lips pursed tightly.

“Damn Sanguini,” Harry raged, his eyes gleamed with an ethereal light. He slammed his hand into the headboard.

“Damn Lucius.” Slam.

“Damn Voldemort.” Slam.

With his head hanging low, and his hair shrouding his face, Draco gasped dejectedly, “Damn me.”

Harry pulled him close, tucking him under his chin. He squeezed his eyes shut tight before hissing vehemently, “Never.”

“Harry, you’re so cold.” Draco pulled their heavy blankets back over both of them.

“And you’re not.” Harry’s voice fell accusingly. “You’ve fed. How could you? When?” The brunet whispered into the gossamer strands of his lover’s hair, a hint of disappointment clouding his voice.

“I found someone last night while you were working,” Draco confessed without shame.

“Damn Draco, you promised,” Harry accused, anger now tinted his voice.

“I found someone willing, Harry,” chided Draco gently.

“Willing,” Harry snorted. “How willing can anyone be to subject themselves to this – to us?” He waved his hand over their entwined bodies.

“Harry – you still don’t understand that there are mortals who find us attractive in more ways than one.” Draco raised his head to gaze into his lover’s mesmerizing green eyes, finding himself drowning in the coldness harbored there. His fingers traveled across the darker skin of Harry’s chest, swirling, circling, and teasing. He rubbed his semi-hard prick against Harry’s well-muscled thigh, eliciting a groan, a desperate, needy, groan.

“Come on, Harry. You know it’s time.” Draco cajoled as he licked at a dusky nipple, his fingers floating lower to the unfilled cock tucked between Harry’s legs. The blonde’s disappointed whine drove his point home more effectively than a proverbial wooden stake through Harry’s heart.

“All right already” Harry surrendered, pulling Draco up to his lips for a passionate yet frigid kiss. “I need the blood.”

~*~

The bass of a guitar thrummed through the smoke-filled air of the pub. The cute server bounced over to the pair of men sitting quietly in the back, just watching the crowd. Her black hair bobbed around her heart-shaped face when she skidded to a halt next to their table. She grinned both playfully and familiarly at Draco.

“What can I bring you gentlemen?”

“Two beers,” Draco responded with a devilish grin.

“Coming right up.” She bounded away, her short black skirt’s hem rising and falling in time with each energetic step.

“Oh, some things will be right up and hopefully coming as well,” Draco hissed for only Harry to hear.

“Incorrigible,” the brunet chuckled, his hand searching for Draco’s thigh under the table.

“Just the way you like me,” Draco bantered slyly, angling his body away from any contact with Harry. His practiced eye followed their server as she garnered their drinks from the bartender and half-bounced, half-walked back to their table. She set the mugs down, one in front of each of them, and made sure to brush Draco’s hand as she did.

“This is your friend?” She whispered. Only the two beings with supernaturally improved hearing could understand her above the music.

“Yes,” replied Draco, coyly flashing her his best winning smile.

“He’s cute, sweet-like,” she added with a wink.

“Oh I think so too,” Draco flirted shamelessly with the girl. “So, what we talked about?” Draco twirled a strand of her hair around his finger.

“I don’t think three’s company in this case,” she nearly sang, running her hand down Draco’s arm before heading off to check on her other tables.

“Three’s company?” Harry reiterated suspiciously.

“She seems to be the epitome of a lusty serving wench, Potter.” Draco lounged in the uncomfortable chair, lifting his full mug to his pale lips.

“She knows about us?” asked Harry incredulously.

“She knows about vampires, and …” Draco pulled another swig of beer, “lovers.”

Harry shook his head, his hair flopping around his ears; his face registered concern and amazement – his eyes followed the server much more closely.

“You do remember being a lover, don’t you, Harry?” Draco teased the other man, rubbing his calf against Harry’s. “It hasn’t been that long has it?”

“Vamp,” Harry hissed, digging his fingers into Draco’s thigh, unseen under the table, in the dark.

“Exactly.” Draco smiled smugly. “Leah!” He called out for the server again.

“Yes dear?” The girl responded immediately, emerging from the crowd to lean between the two men. As she cocked her head towards Draco, her pale-skinned expanse of neck was bared for Harry who was forced to swallow a possessive growl at the two tiny puncture marks accented in luscious red. He quashed his dry-mouthed reaction with a huge swallow from his mug.

“Whiskey, please.” Draco asked smoothly, running his finger along the line of her jaw. Harry’s reaction did not go unnoticed by him. He tilted his head slightly to peek one eye around Leah’s profile. A sly grin graced Draco’s face while he tipped the girl’s chin towards Harry. “My friend needs something – warmer,” he suggested seductively.

Leah looked deep into Harry’s hypnotic eyes, recognizing his desire, instantly yielding to his subconscious call.

“I’m due for a break. Meet me outside the back door.” She added sultrily, her dark blue eyes, normally warm and inviting, now glazed over, almost unseeing. She brought back a tumbler of whiskey for Draco who settled their tab with her before she then disappeared into the growing crowd.

He downed the fiery liquid without batting even one eyelash. Harry’s darker complexion paled when Draco stood, waiting for the brunet to join him. They left the pub companionably, heading around the building to the back door where Leah sat on the low stoop, leaning against the door.

Draco stretched himself out next to her, putting his arm around her shoulders to pull her close to his body.

“Did you drink what I gave you?” He asked of Leah.

“You betcha. Some awesome shit, Draco. I feel like I could walk on water.” Leah raved animatedly, her hands punctuating her statements.

“Draco!” Harry barked sharply, “What did you give her?”

“My own special brew.” Coyly, he arched an eyebrow at his lover.

“What special brew?” Harry’s voice grew threatening. His dark brows knotted together in disapproval.

“Combination of endurance and blood-replenishing potion Harry.” Draco clucked at him reprovingly. “I have to take care of our lovely little donor, here.” He ran his fingers through Leah’s hair affectionately.

“Did you ask him?” She queried breathlessly, completely enraptured, her face tilted adoringly upward toward Draco.

“Not yet, love.” Draco smiled at her, his fingers caressing her cheek.

“Ask me what?” Harry interjected, watching in growing fascination as the tinge of a blush rose to Leah’s cheeks; her blood calling to him in the most carnal of fashions.

“Ask him, Draco, please?” Leah pleaded, her head dropping to his chest to hide her shame.

Draco pulled her close, tucking her protectively under his chin as a leer grew across his face, watching his jealous lover struggling to keep his own hands to himself.

“I seem to have found an adventurous donor, Harry. She has a small favor to ask in return for granting ours.” Draco’s eyes flashed wickedly.

Suspiciously, Harry crossed his arms over his chest. “What kind of favor?” he asked guardedly.

Draco chuckled, tilting Leah’s chin up so he could look into her warm eyes. Talking to her, and not looking at Harry, Draco answered, “She wants to watch.”

Leah’s cheeks flamed bright red then, the blood beneath their surfaces screeching at Harry like a mythical siren beseeching wayward sailors. He stepped closer to her beacon, unwillingly yet unable to refuse.

“Watch what, Draco?” Hissed a furious Harry, who clenched his fists tightly enough to break his own skin with his nails; skin that refused to bleed in response to the offense.

“Us.” Draco turned to look dead on into Harry’s glowing green eyes. Harry stepped back in surprise, shock even. Leah peeked out from her long dark lashes at Harry, a glimmer of hope dared to shine there.

Harry fought mightily against his own urges. He could hear her blood pounding in his ears, a clarion call to feast.

“Us? Watch us doing exactly what?” Harry demanded, at least his voice growing hard.

Insanity ensued in Harry’s brain as Leah’s blush traveled southward, drawing his ever-telescoping attention to the thrumming beat of the artery in her neck; the rhythm of life propelling the life’s blood which his body craved above all other cravings at the moment.

“She’s a bit of a voyeur, Potter. She wants to watch.” Draco smirked knowingly, recognizing the growing hunger in his partner – a hunger that would soon demand to be fed either willingly or unwillingly.

“Watch us doing what exactly?” Harry demanded accusingly.

Leah turned toward him, her glazed eyes clearing as she studied him more closely.

“Two men,” panted the raven-haired girl. “Two sumptuous hard bodies pressed against each other,” she paused to wet her lips. She breathed erratically with her heart racing at an insane tempo. Her speeding pulse throbbed loudly now in Harry’s ears, drowning out all rational thought. Draco arched an eyebrow at his partner as he preliminarily licked Leah’s neck, evoking two shivers of lust from two very different people.

Leah excitedly continued, her eyes riveted to Harry’s, “two gorgeous cocks, rigid yet silk-covered skin, pressed together in urgency.” She drew a deep shuddering breath. "Two sets of strong hands, kneading, searching, pleasuring." Her fingers covered Draco’s which were still cupping her cheek. “Two men, so, so …”

She peered adoringly at Harry, who stepped closer to finish for her, “taboo.”

“Erotic!” She gasped, hand falling to rest on her chest.

She tilted her neck, submitting to Harry with utmost willingness, pleading without more words for his teeth. The wizard turned nightwalker growled, snatching her neck with one hand and licking the exposed length from the juncture of her shoulder to her ear. He made a second pass, pausing over that special spot where her pulse pounded most strongly against his tongue. Hissing, he locked eyes with Draco, staring pointedly past her ivory skin.

“Only watching?” he asked possessively; his eye teeth already elongating expectantly.

Leah purred, pressing her flesh against his lips, “whatever you want.”

Harry’s teeth grew more pointed then stopped. He pressed them against her artery, but didn’t draw blood. Draco tightened his embrace around Leah. His pale eyes never left his lover’s, but he let one hand slip between the girl’s willing thighs. His fingers snaked sensuously under the short hem of her skirt, under the tight elastic of the leg of her knickers. He snickered delightedly at the dampness he found there. Leah collapsed against him, her eyes falling closed. Draco nodded slightly. Harry attacked; fangs sinking slowly into skin; red blood oozing around the white enamel, staining it until he began to draw her life’s force through the two punctures. Leah screamed rapturously when Draco timed his two-fingered plunge inside her womb in perfect counter point to Harry’s assault. The waves of nerve-rattling music from the band still rocking the house drowned out her triumphant trumpeting. Harry’s skin began to glow with a hint of pink. Warmth cascaded from his fangs throughout the smallest of capillaries in his undead body. His too-long dormant member filled slowly. His eyes glowed victoriously while his desolation hovered at their edges.

As Leah’s heart rate slowed to the border of dangerous, Harry withdrew his dripping fangs and licked them clean. Draco groaned at the sight, slipping his hand free. His nimble, well-manicured fingers went straight to his shirt pocket, removing a small amber glass vial. Leah’s head lolled blissfully against his shoulder. Draco uncapped the vial with his teeth, spitting the cork to parts unknown. He parted the girl’s paler pink lips with the neck of the glass, and tipped the entire contents into her mouth. Murmuring nonsensical comfort words in her ear, he stroked her throat to encourage her swallowing. Harry snarled jealously, fighting to keep his hands to himself. When he realized where Draco’s eyes had traveled, Harry decided to keep his hands entirely to himself, plunging them inside the waistband of his baggy denims to straighten out his painfully crooked, but now pleasantly erect cock. Then Draco snarled jealously. His hands should be there; only his hands. Leah’s level of consciousness returned, and she slipped out of Draco’s embrace, scooting backward into the door frame to make room as the blond vampire leapt to his feet to attack the brunet with a ferociously selfish kiss.

“That’s mine, Potter,” growled the vamp threateningly. “Only mine.”

“You’re one to talk, Malfoy.” Harry glanced accusingly at Leah, then grabbed Draco’s hand to sniff his fingers contemptuously. From the shadowed protection of the doorframe, Leah huffed incredulously, completely fascinated with the duo. Her own hand wandered under her skirt hem once more, circling her clit lightly as the vampires circled each other dangerously, snarling and fangs bared.

Draco lunged for Harry, who spun away in an effective dodge, planting him with his back to the forgotten girl. Leah moaned loudly at the scrumptious view of his slightly-baggy denim-clad back side, distracting Harry enough that he glanced backwards at her; his eyes now blazing. Draco struck with deadly accuracy, spinning Harry around and pinning him to the side of the building.

“Malfoy!” Harry yelled, mortified. “Not here.”

“Here and now,” the proud blond asserted while his fingers dispatched with Harry’s belt.

Draco shoved every lower-body garment Potter was wearing down around the brunet’s ankles, ripping the belt free from it’s loops. Using his knee between Harry’s leg as leverage to hold him to the wall, Draco pressed his forearm across his lover’s back, and simultaneously fashioned a noose out of the black leather belt Harry so thoughtfully had worn that night. Roughly, Draco snatched Harry’s hands; first his right, then his left, pulling them behind him then binding them inside the leather loop. Draco, wanting to free both his hands, bit down on the leather tail of Harry’s belt, then steadied him with one arm around his waist, and plunged the same two fingers he used for Leah deep inside his partner’s channel. Harry hissed angrily in response; the tip of his fangs showing over the edge of his lower lip.

Draco growled, “Ungo,” (Latin: oiled) around the leather in his teeth, greasing Potter with his wandless spell. Harry pushed back as best he could against the welcomed yet painful pressure. Draco released the belt, and removed his fingers. He unzipped, wiggling his trousers to his hips. Harry wedged his shoulder against the corner of the tiny barely sheltered alcove. Draco rammed his prick home. Plunging, he yowled into Harry’s ear in ecstasy. Draco’s hand, still oiled, stroked in matching rhythm. Leah lay down on the stoop, watching as Draco’s width disappeared into the stretched and sucking hole that Harry provided. Her fingers moved faster as Draco moved faster.

“Hurry Draco,” pleaded Harry. “Before someone comes.”

Draco began to twist his hand around Harry’s cock, groaning at the delicious pressure building inside of him. Quickly, they both reached their goal, yelling together, Draco’s hands pressed against the wall on either side of Harry’s head. The leather tail of the belt dangled between their legs. All three people panted softly, catching their breath, grounding once more.

Leah bounced up first. “So, I’ll see you guys again.” She giggled.

“Yeah, in a week or so,” Draco huffed between pants as he redressed quickly.

“Draco! Not so soon,” Harry whined.

“You are NOT making me wait another month like this, Potter,” Draco warned sternly.

~*~

“What in the name of Merlin’s hairy balls is that?” demanded a perplexed Potter.

“I bought it for Leah, a thank you gift, if you will. I thought she could use it.” Draco beamed at Harry. “It vibrates, rotates, undulates,” he gushed. “It has beads in the tip, and pleasure ridges.” Draco held the box up for Harry to see. “And best of all – it LIGHTS up.” Draco was all smiles. Harry was all scowls. Draco took a few minutes to realize Harry’s displeasure. “What?”

“The Frisky Ferret?” Harry grumbled.

“Yeah, so?” Draco looked honestly confused. “I bought a Frisky Ferret for Leah,” he repeated, emphasizing each word and speaking slowly as if Harry were stupid.

“Give it to me,” Harry demanded.

“No,” Draco whinged.

“Give it to me,” Harry repeated, advancing on Draco in a threatening posture.

“No, Potter. It’s just a present.” Draco looked at his partner confused.

Harry snatched the box, throwing it across the room where it landed safely on Leah’s chair. “You are MY ferret.”

“Huh?” Draco gulped, backing away until he flopped on the edge of the bed. Harry wrapped his hands around Draco’s head, holding him steady.

“I’m the only one who gets a ferret around here,” the brunet stated just before slamming Draco to the bed to claim him.


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A special thank you gift to WeasleyWench. Happy Birtday!
Thank you to Magpie for the beta work.

Pitt