Indulgence 8
Title: Indulgence 8
Author: enchanted_jae
Character(s): Draco, Harry
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual situation
Word count: 600
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: A birthday gift for chinarosette, who asked for more of Indulgence.
Summary: Draco spends the night at Potter's.
Draco hadn't been hungry, but when one of Potter's house-elves placed a simple meal in front of him, he found himself eating more than half of it. Draco's nerves were still strung tightly, but at last he felt an inkling of hope. Surely, no vampire would dare to attack him in Harry Potter's home.
Potter returned to the dining room and led Draco up a sweeping staircase to the upper level of the home. "I've checked my wards," he told Draco. "I strengthened the ones around the house, as well as the wards around the perimeters of my property."
Draco nodded. "I appreciate your efforts."
Potter opened a door and ushered Draco into a spacious guest suite. "Make yourself at home, Malfoy," he said. "You're welcome to stay as long as you'd like."
"Thank you," said Draco, nearly overwhelmed with gratitude. Coming to Potter for help had seemed right somehow, and it was good to know his instincts were correct.
"Get some rest, Malfoy," said Potter. "I'll stay up and remain alert for any signs of trouble."
After thanking his host again, Draco indulged in a long, hot shower before donning his pyjamas and slipping into the comfortable bed in his suite. He wondered if he'd be able to sleep, but exhaustion soon overtook him, and Draco's eyes drifted shut.
'Come to me,' beckoned the seductive voice, and Draco obeyed without hesitation. Naked, he rose from his bed and left the safety of his home for the promise of carnal pleasure that awaited him beyond the French doors. Draco's cock was already half-hard, and it swelled further as he floated over the damp grass on his way to meet his lover.
A dark figure detached from the shadows and moved to intercept Draco. The man was broad of shoulder, with narrow hips and long legs. His face remained obscured by the darkness, but Draco would know him anywhere. Draco's body throbbed with arousal, and he rushed to close the distance between them. He was swept up in strong arms and lowered to a padded bench. Draco opened his legs in brazen need while desperate whines emerged from his parted lips. He sighed in relief as his lover, naked now as well, settled between his legs. Draco tilted his hips up and bared his throat. He cried out in pleasure as sharp fangs pierced his skin while a hard cock plunged inside of him.
Draco welcomed the dual penetration, writhing beneath his lover and surrendering himself completely. This was where he belonged, and Draco wanted the encounter to last. All too soon, his body went taut and exploded in release.
Draco woke up in the throes of an intense climax. A whimper of fear escaped him as he bolted upright in bed. Draco reached for his throat with trembling fingers and nearly sagged in relief when he discovered the only marks he bore were old, healing ones. Although his body still quivered with the remnants of pleasure, he could tell that no actual intercourse had taken place.
Draco glanced out the window, where the first faint light of dawn was visible. There were no French doors in his bedroom at Potter's house. "It was only a dream," he whispered to himself. As the images faded, Draco realized that he had managed to sleep through the night undisturbed. He heaved a grateful sigh and settled back against the pillows once more. Then, as if to reassure himself, he repeated, "It was only a dream."
Indulgence 9
Author: enchanted_jae
Character(s): Draco, Harry
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual situation
Word count: 600
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: A birthday gift for chinarosette, who asked for more of Indulgence.
Summary: Draco spends the night at Potter's.
Draco hadn't been hungry, but when one of Potter's house-elves placed a simple meal in front of him, he found himself eating more than half of it. Draco's nerves were still strung tightly, but at last he felt an inkling of hope. Surely, no vampire would dare to attack him in Harry Potter's home.
Potter returned to the dining room and led Draco up a sweeping staircase to the upper level of the home. "I've checked my wards," he told Draco. "I strengthened the ones around the house, as well as the wards around the perimeters of my property."
Draco nodded. "I appreciate your efforts."
Potter opened a door and ushered Draco into a spacious guest suite. "Make yourself at home, Malfoy," he said. "You're welcome to stay as long as you'd like."
"Thank you," said Draco, nearly overwhelmed with gratitude. Coming to Potter for help had seemed right somehow, and it was good to know his instincts were correct.
"Get some rest, Malfoy," said Potter. "I'll stay up and remain alert for any signs of trouble."
After thanking his host again, Draco indulged in a long, hot shower before donning his pyjamas and slipping into the comfortable bed in his suite. He wondered if he'd be able to sleep, but exhaustion soon overtook him, and Draco's eyes drifted shut.
'Come to me,' beckoned the seductive voice, and Draco obeyed without hesitation. Naked, he rose from his bed and left the safety of his home for the promise of carnal pleasure that awaited him beyond the French doors. Draco's cock was already half-hard, and it swelled further as he floated over the damp grass on his way to meet his lover.
A dark figure detached from the shadows and moved to intercept Draco. The man was broad of shoulder, with narrow hips and long legs. His face remained obscured by the darkness, but Draco would know him anywhere. Draco's body throbbed with arousal, and he rushed to close the distance between them. He was swept up in strong arms and lowered to a padded bench. Draco opened his legs in brazen need while desperate whines emerged from his parted lips. He sighed in relief as his lover, naked now as well, settled between his legs. Draco tilted his hips up and bared his throat. He cried out in pleasure as sharp fangs pierced his skin while a hard cock plunged inside of him.
Draco welcomed the dual penetration, writhing beneath his lover and surrendering himself completely. This was where he belonged, and Draco wanted the encounter to last. All too soon, his body went taut and exploded in release.
Draco woke up in the throes of an intense climax. A whimper of fear escaped him as he bolted upright in bed. Draco reached for his throat with trembling fingers and nearly sagged in relief when he discovered the only marks he bore were old, healing ones. Although his body still quivered with the remnants of pleasure, he could tell that no actual intercourse had taken place.
Draco glanced out the window, where the first faint light of dawn was visible. There were no French doors in his bedroom at Potter's house. "It was only a dream," he whispered to himself. As the images faded, Draco realized that he had managed to sleep through the night undisturbed. He heaved a grateful sigh and settled back against the pillows once more. Then, as if to reassure himself, he repeated, "It was only a dream."
Indulgence 9