Take It Again
Title: Take It Again
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, Hermione, Astoria
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, creature!fic (Characters engaged in sexual activity are over the age of 18.)
Word count: 1340
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
ADDITIONAL DISCLAIMER: This author is not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the rating, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country.
Author's note: Written as a birthday gift for flaredence, who asked for a sequel to Take It.
Summary: Harry is determined to get Malfoy in his bed once more.
Malfoy left before dawn.
Harry slept until a loud pounding on his front door awoke him in the late morning. He stepped into a pair of pyjama bottoms and tromped to the door. Harry opened it just as Hermione was about to knock again.
"Harry!" she cried. "You're okay!"
Harry frowned at her. "Why would I not be?"
"I heard you left the club with Malfoy last night," Hermione explained, barging past Harry. "I was worried about you." She leaned close and peered at his neck.
Harry took a nervous step back.
"No bite marks," mused Hermione. "See? I told you Malfoy wasn't a real vampire."
"I should have listened to you," Harry replied with a forced chuckle. He casually moved his hand behind his back so Hermione wouldn't see his bitten wrist.
"I didn't mean to wake you, Harry," Hermione apologized. "Your Floo was closed, and I was concerned about you."
Harry nodded. "I appreciate it, Hermione." She said her goodbyes, and Harry headed for the shower. He planned to seek Malfoy out again tonight, but Hermione didn't need to know that.
~*~
Harry arrived at the club dressed in black trousers and a red shirt. He was counting on the color red to attract a vampire. An hour passed before Malfoy strutted into the club, flanked by Theodore Nott and Astoria Greengrass. Harry moved to intercept Malfoy but was in turn impeded by Greengrass.
She stepped into Harry's path and hissed, "Stay away from Draco."
Harry blinked at her in surprise before his ire rose to the fore. "If Malfoy wants nothing to do with me, he can tell me so himself."
It was her turn to blink.
"He said nothing of the sort, did he?" taunted Harry. "You're just jealous." Astoria's eyes narrowed, but Harry shouldered his way past her, uncaring if he knocked her down in the process. In the meantime, Malfoy and Nott had claimed a table, where Malfoy sat at regal ease. Harry moved past them on a tangent and staked out a spot nearby where he could see Malfoy.
The vampire acknowledged Harry's presence with a raised brow, but he seemed disinclined to move.
No matter--Harry was prepared for such a contingency. He withdrew a small pocketknife and sliced the tip of his left index finger. By the time Harry had returned the knife to his pocket, Malfoy was at his side.
"Do you scent something you want?" Harry challenged.
The vampire licked his lips, revealing the tips of his fangs. Malfoy reached for Harry's hand and brought Harry's finger to his mouth. He closed his lips over the digit and ran his tongue over the tip. Malfoy then sucked, trying to coax more blood from the small wound.
Harry moaned. The act was completely erotic and had his cock throbbing in his pants.
"Come home with me, Potter," purred the vampire. "I'll suck your cock like this."
Harry's pulse fluttered, and he swayed toward Malfoy. He shook his head to clear it. That way lay madness. "Come home with me," he insisted. "I don't want to share." He spared a glance at Nott and Greengrass, who glared back at him. Harry pulled his hand away. "There's more where that came from," he murmured.
The vampire wavered.
"You know you want to," Harry urged.
"Make it worth my while, Potter," warned Malfoy.
Harry didn't give him an opportunity to change his mind; he took Malfoy's arm and DisApparated.
~*~
They got undressed in silence, revealing matching erections. Harry approached Malfoy and trailed his lips up the vampire's jaw. Malfoy angled his head and went for Harry's throat, but he was pulled up short by his hair. Malfoy snarled, but Harry ignored him and bore them both to the bed. He came down on top of Malfoy and budged between his legs.
"Potter," growled Malfoy, trying to squirm away.
Harry didn't dare release his hold on the vampire. He used wandless magic to conjure lubricant where he needed it, and he pressed the head of his cock against Malfoy's entrance. Harry surged forward and buried himself deep.
Malfoy bared his fangs and attempted to lunge at Harry's throat. Once again, the hand fisted in his hair kept his head anchored to the pillow and his fangs a safe distance away. Malfoy struggled and snarled until Harry's cock stabbed his prostate. At that point, Malfoy lost interest in fighting. Instead, he moaned and raised his pelvis, rocking his hips to get friction on his sweet spot.
Harry fucked Malfoy vigorously, never forgetting how dangerous the situation was. If his grip on Malfoy's hair slackened, the vampire would sink his teeth into Harry's vulnerable throat. Harry found the edge of danger to be a major turn on. He was rock hard, and he used his cock like a weapon as he battered Malfoy's hole with it.
Malfoy appeared to enjoy the rough treatment, judging by the way he writhed and moaned under the force of Harry's thrusts. Malfoy succeeded in getting a hand on his prick, and he worked himself in tandem with the cock pounding in and out of him.
Harry altered his trajectory, and jabbed Malfoy's prostate on the next thrust. Malfoy howled--an unearthly scream of inhuman delight--as he thrashed through his climax. His inner muscles rippled and spasmed around Harry's cock, squeezing him like a vise.
Harry panted as he continued thrusting until it was his shout of pleasure echoing off the walls. He spurted inside of Malfoy, filling him with the pulses of his release. Harry's grip eased on Malfoy's hair, and the vampire bared his fangs and struck.
Harry angled away, and Malfoy's teeth fastened into his shoulder. Both of them hissed--Harry in pain, and Malfoy in either victory or annoyance. Harry's instinct was to push the feeding vampire away, but the sensation of being pierced by Malfoy's fangs was almost sexual in nature. Harry's cock twitched and swelled once more inside of Malfoy. He began moving his hips, fucking the vampire for the second time. Harry leaned his weight into Malfoy, bearing him down on the bed and fisting his hand tightly in Malfoy's hair to keep those deadly fangs away from his throat.
Malfoy seemed content with the blood he was getting from Harry's shoulder. He didn't protest the rough treatment nor the second shag. Instead, Malfoy's hips began hunching up to meet Harry's thrusts, and his cock hardened between their stomachs. Soon they were rutting together with as much energy and enthusiasm as they had exhibited during their first shag. Once again, Malfoy climaxed first, and his fangs and rim both clamped down hard on Harry's flesh.
Harry was propelled into his own orgasm, and he shuddered inside of Malfoy. When Harry caught his breath, he shoved Malfoy in one direction and rolled in the other, separating them completely.
Malfoy cursed but paused to lick his bloodied lips.
Harry remained alert for an attack, but Malfoy abruptly lay back and stretched with a pleased hum. Harry spared a glance at his shoulder and grimaced at the sight of his savaged flesh. "Animal," he groused.
Malfoy opened his eyes a slit. "You knew the risks before you took me to your bed."
Harry sneered at him but didn't argue the point. He used his wand to heal the wound on his shoulder and clean the bed and its occupants. "Are you satisfied now, or do I have to sleep with one eye open?" he asked, voice tinged with sarcasm.
"I'll never be fully satisfied, Potter," Malfoy rumbled, "but you may sleep in peace...for now."
Take It From Me
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, Hermione, Astoria
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, creature!fic (Characters engaged in sexual activity are over the age of 18.)
Word count: 1340
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
ADDITIONAL DISCLAIMER: This author is not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the rating, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country.
Author's note: Written as a birthday gift for flaredence, who asked for a sequel to Take It.
Summary: Harry is determined to get Malfoy in his bed once more.
Malfoy left before dawn.
Harry slept until a loud pounding on his front door awoke him in the late morning. He stepped into a pair of pyjama bottoms and tromped to the door. Harry opened it just as Hermione was about to knock again.
"Harry!" she cried. "You're okay!"
Harry frowned at her. "Why would I not be?"
"I heard you left the club with Malfoy last night," Hermione explained, barging past Harry. "I was worried about you." She leaned close and peered at his neck.
Harry took a nervous step back.
"No bite marks," mused Hermione. "See? I told you Malfoy wasn't a real vampire."
"I should have listened to you," Harry replied with a forced chuckle. He casually moved his hand behind his back so Hermione wouldn't see his bitten wrist.
"I didn't mean to wake you, Harry," Hermione apologized. "Your Floo was closed, and I was concerned about you."
Harry nodded. "I appreciate it, Hermione." She said her goodbyes, and Harry headed for the shower. He planned to seek Malfoy out again tonight, but Hermione didn't need to know that.
~*~
Harry arrived at the club dressed in black trousers and a red shirt. He was counting on the color red to attract a vampire. An hour passed before Malfoy strutted into the club, flanked by Theodore Nott and Astoria Greengrass. Harry moved to intercept Malfoy but was in turn impeded by Greengrass.
She stepped into Harry's path and hissed, "Stay away from Draco."
Harry blinked at her in surprise before his ire rose to the fore. "If Malfoy wants nothing to do with me, he can tell me so himself."
It was her turn to blink.
"He said nothing of the sort, did he?" taunted Harry. "You're just jealous." Astoria's eyes narrowed, but Harry shouldered his way past her, uncaring if he knocked her down in the process. In the meantime, Malfoy and Nott had claimed a table, where Malfoy sat at regal ease. Harry moved past them on a tangent and staked out a spot nearby where he could see Malfoy.
The vampire acknowledged Harry's presence with a raised brow, but he seemed disinclined to move.
No matter--Harry was prepared for such a contingency. He withdrew a small pocketknife and sliced the tip of his left index finger. By the time Harry had returned the knife to his pocket, Malfoy was at his side.
"Do you scent something you want?" Harry challenged.
The vampire licked his lips, revealing the tips of his fangs. Malfoy reached for Harry's hand and brought Harry's finger to his mouth. He closed his lips over the digit and ran his tongue over the tip. Malfoy then sucked, trying to coax more blood from the small wound.
Harry moaned. The act was completely erotic and had his cock throbbing in his pants.
"Come home with me, Potter," purred the vampire. "I'll suck your cock like this."
Harry's pulse fluttered, and he swayed toward Malfoy. He shook his head to clear it. That way lay madness. "Come home with me," he insisted. "I don't want to share." He spared a glance at Nott and Greengrass, who glared back at him. Harry pulled his hand away. "There's more where that came from," he murmured.
The vampire wavered.
"You know you want to," Harry urged.
"Make it worth my while, Potter," warned Malfoy.
Harry didn't give him an opportunity to change his mind; he took Malfoy's arm and DisApparated.
~*~
They got undressed in silence, revealing matching erections. Harry approached Malfoy and trailed his lips up the vampire's jaw. Malfoy angled his head and went for Harry's throat, but he was pulled up short by his hair. Malfoy snarled, but Harry ignored him and bore them both to the bed. He came down on top of Malfoy and budged between his legs.
"Potter," growled Malfoy, trying to squirm away.
Harry didn't dare release his hold on the vampire. He used wandless magic to conjure lubricant where he needed it, and he pressed the head of his cock against Malfoy's entrance. Harry surged forward and buried himself deep.
Malfoy bared his fangs and attempted to lunge at Harry's throat. Once again, the hand fisted in his hair kept his head anchored to the pillow and his fangs a safe distance away. Malfoy struggled and snarled until Harry's cock stabbed his prostate. At that point, Malfoy lost interest in fighting. Instead, he moaned and raised his pelvis, rocking his hips to get friction on his sweet spot.
Harry fucked Malfoy vigorously, never forgetting how dangerous the situation was. If his grip on Malfoy's hair slackened, the vampire would sink his teeth into Harry's vulnerable throat. Harry found the edge of danger to be a major turn on. He was rock hard, and he used his cock like a weapon as he battered Malfoy's hole with it.
Malfoy appeared to enjoy the rough treatment, judging by the way he writhed and moaned under the force of Harry's thrusts. Malfoy succeeded in getting a hand on his prick, and he worked himself in tandem with the cock pounding in and out of him.
Harry altered his trajectory, and jabbed Malfoy's prostate on the next thrust. Malfoy howled--an unearthly scream of inhuman delight--as he thrashed through his climax. His inner muscles rippled and spasmed around Harry's cock, squeezing him like a vise.
Harry panted as he continued thrusting until it was his shout of pleasure echoing off the walls. He spurted inside of Malfoy, filling him with the pulses of his release. Harry's grip eased on Malfoy's hair, and the vampire bared his fangs and struck.
Harry angled away, and Malfoy's teeth fastened into his shoulder. Both of them hissed--Harry in pain, and Malfoy in either victory or annoyance. Harry's instinct was to push the feeding vampire away, but the sensation of being pierced by Malfoy's fangs was almost sexual in nature. Harry's cock twitched and swelled once more inside of Malfoy. He began moving his hips, fucking the vampire for the second time. Harry leaned his weight into Malfoy, bearing him down on the bed and fisting his hand tightly in Malfoy's hair to keep those deadly fangs away from his throat.
Malfoy seemed content with the blood he was getting from Harry's shoulder. He didn't protest the rough treatment nor the second shag. Instead, Malfoy's hips began hunching up to meet Harry's thrusts, and his cock hardened between their stomachs. Soon they were rutting together with as much energy and enthusiasm as they had exhibited during their first shag. Once again, Malfoy climaxed first, and his fangs and rim both clamped down hard on Harry's flesh.
Harry was propelled into his own orgasm, and he shuddered inside of Malfoy. When Harry caught his breath, he shoved Malfoy in one direction and rolled in the other, separating them completely.
Malfoy cursed but paused to lick his bloodied lips.
Harry remained alert for an attack, but Malfoy abruptly lay back and stretched with a pleased hum. Harry spared a glance at his shoulder and grimaced at the sight of his savaged flesh. "Animal," he groused.
Malfoy opened his eyes a slit. "You knew the risks before you took me to your bed."
Harry sneered at him but didn't argue the point. He used his wand to heal the wound on his shoulder and clean the bed and its occupants. "Are you satisfied now, or do I have to sleep with one eye open?" he asked, voice tinged with sarcasm.
"I'll never be fully satisfied, Potter," Malfoy rumbled, "but you may sleep in peace...for now."
Take It From Me