Indulgence 10
Title: Indulgence 10
Author: enchanted_jae
Character(s): Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, DUB-CON, creature!fic
Word count: 775
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: A birthday gift for brinimc, who asked for more of Indulgence.
Summary: Harry wanted to wait for Malfoy to come to him, but his patience won't allow it.
As Draco and Potter were relaxing in the parlor after dinner, Potter announced, "I will be leaving early tomorrow morning for a meeting, and I won't return until evening. I imagine you'll be safe enough during the day. Feel free to use my Floo to take care of any business of your own that needs tending to."
Draco felt his shoulders tense. "Are you quite certain you'll be home by nightfall?" he couldn't help but ask.
"Yes, Malfoy," Potter replied. "However, if something should keep me later than anticipated, I assure you, you're safe here. My wards are quite strong, and if I happen to notice a disturbance in them, I can Apparate back immediately."
Draco nodded, forcing himself to relax. "My apologies, Potter," he said stiffly. "It's just that-"
"No need to apologize," Potter interrupted. "I remember what it was like to be stalked by dark magic."
The last bit of tension drained from Draco. Potter had defeated Voldemort; surely a mere vampire was no match for him. Draco smiled at his host. "Are you up for a game of wizarding chess?"
~*~
Harry bid Malfoy good night, after getting soundly drubbed by his guest at chess. Harry planned to wait until Malfoy was sound asleep before sating himself on his Chosen one again. He would have to be extremely careful, lest Malfoy awaken and realize what was happening. Harry had intended to wait for Malfoy to come to him, of his own free will, but he found he was incapable of being so close to his Chosen one without laying claim to him.
Harry waited until after midnight before materializing inside Malfoy's room. His preternatural eyesight allowed him to see Malfoy's sleeping form in the darkness. Harry tugged the blankets away, slowly and carefully, revealing his Chosen one's body. Malfoy wore pyjama bottoms, and Harry removed them with a silent spell. He gazed at Malfoy, admiring the way his pale skin gleamed in the moonlight.
Harry's cock strained at the front of his trousers, and his fangs descended from aching gums. He could indulge himself with Malfoy's blood and body, then reduce the memory to a hazy dream. Malfoy would never suspect he'd actually been taken again.
"Spread for me," Harry commanded in a low voice. Malfoy obediently rolled to his back and parted his thighs. Harry unzipped his trousers and freed the swollen length of his cock. He joined Malfoy on the bed, lowering his hips into the space his Chosen one had created for him. Harry leaned down and licked a damp swath up Malfoy's neck. Malfoy turned his head and bared his throat, and Harry struck. He sank his fangs and his cock into his Chosen one, relishing the sharp scream that vibrated against his lips as he began drinking Malfoy's sweet, hot blood.
Harry's ability to enthrall his Chosen one soon had Malfoy relaxing beneath him and arching into the hard thrusts of Harry's cock. Oh yes, he had chosen well. Malfoy was incredibly tight, and Harry hummed in enjoyment each time he rammed his cock into Malfoy's writhing body. Malfoy's movements became frantic. He wrapped his long legs around Harry as he climaxed, pulsing between them and clamping down on Harry's cock with the spasms of his pleasure.
Harry raised his head to focus on driving himself into Malfoy's quivering body. His Chosen one's flavor still lingered on his lips, and Harry's tongue darted out for another taste. He thrust a few more times before his muscles tightened, and he filled Malfoy with his release. Harry waited until his own trembling eased before he withdrew from Malfoy.
"Sleep," he murmured.
Harry retrieved his wand and performed cleaning and healing charms on his Chosen one. It wouldn't do for Malfoy to realize he'd been molested in his sleep. Finally, Harry dressed Malfoy in his pyjama bottoms again before drawing the blankets over his bare shoulders. With a last, lingering look, Harry left in silence.
~*~
Draco woke up later than he had intended. He had hoped to see Potter before his host left for the day. Snippets of a hazy, erotic dream came to him, and Draco sat up in bed and frowned. He reached for his throat, relieved to find no half-healed bite marks. He was still wearing his pyjamas, and his body didn't throb and ache like it did after having been victimized by the vampire.
Shaking his head at his own musings, Draco slipped out of bed and headed for the en suite.
Indulgence 11
Author: enchanted_jae
Character(s): Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, DUB-CON, creature!fic
Word count: 775
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: A birthday gift for brinimc, who asked for more of Indulgence.
Summary: Harry wanted to wait for Malfoy to come to him, but his patience won't allow it.
As Draco and Potter were relaxing in the parlor after dinner, Potter announced, "I will be leaving early tomorrow morning for a meeting, and I won't return until evening. I imagine you'll be safe enough during the day. Feel free to use my Floo to take care of any business of your own that needs tending to."
Draco felt his shoulders tense. "Are you quite certain you'll be home by nightfall?" he couldn't help but ask.
"Yes, Malfoy," Potter replied. "However, if something should keep me later than anticipated, I assure you, you're safe here. My wards are quite strong, and if I happen to notice a disturbance in them, I can Apparate back immediately."
Draco nodded, forcing himself to relax. "My apologies, Potter," he said stiffly. "It's just that-"
"No need to apologize," Potter interrupted. "I remember what it was like to be stalked by dark magic."
The last bit of tension drained from Draco. Potter had defeated Voldemort; surely a mere vampire was no match for him. Draco smiled at his host. "Are you up for a game of wizarding chess?"
~*~
Harry bid Malfoy good night, after getting soundly drubbed by his guest at chess. Harry planned to wait until Malfoy was sound asleep before sating himself on his Chosen one again. He would have to be extremely careful, lest Malfoy awaken and realize what was happening. Harry had intended to wait for Malfoy to come to him, of his own free will, but he found he was incapable of being so close to his Chosen one without laying claim to him.
Harry waited until after midnight before materializing inside Malfoy's room. His preternatural eyesight allowed him to see Malfoy's sleeping form in the darkness. Harry tugged the blankets away, slowly and carefully, revealing his Chosen one's body. Malfoy wore pyjama bottoms, and Harry removed them with a silent spell. He gazed at Malfoy, admiring the way his pale skin gleamed in the moonlight.
Harry's cock strained at the front of his trousers, and his fangs descended from aching gums. He could indulge himself with Malfoy's blood and body, then reduce the memory to a hazy dream. Malfoy would never suspect he'd actually been taken again.
"Spread for me," Harry commanded in a low voice. Malfoy obediently rolled to his back and parted his thighs. Harry unzipped his trousers and freed the swollen length of his cock. He joined Malfoy on the bed, lowering his hips into the space his Chosen one had created for him. Harry leaned down and licked a damp swath up Malfoy's neck. Malfoy turned his head and bared his throat, and Harry struck. He sank his fangs and his cock into his Chosen one, relishing the sharp scream that vibrated against his lips as he began drinking Malfoy's sweet, hot blood.
Harry's ability to enthrall his Chosen one soon had Malfoy relaxing beneath him and arching into the hard thrusts of Harry's cock. Oh yes, he had chosen well. Malfoy was incredibly tight, and Harry hummed in enjoyment each time he rammed his cock into Malfoy's writhing body. Malfoy's movements became frantic. He wrapped his long legs around Harry as he climaxed, pulsing between them and clamping down on Harry's cock with the spasms of his pleasure.
Harry raised his head to focus on driving himself into Malfoy's quivering body. His Chosen one's flavor still lingered on his lips, and Harry's tongue darted out for another taste. He thrust a few more times before his muscles tightened, and he filled Malfoy with his release. Harry waited until his own trembling eased before he withdrew from Malfoy.
"Sleep," he murmured.
Harry retrieved his wand and performed cleaning and healing charms on his Chosen one. It wouldn't do for Malfoy to realize he'd been molested in his sleep. Finally, Harry dressed Malfoy in his pyjama bottoms again before drawing the blankets over his bare shoulders. With a last, lingering look, Harry left in silence.
~*~
Draco woke up later than he had intended. He had hoped to see Potter before his host left for the day. Snippets of a hazy, erotic dream came to him, and Draco sat up in bed and frowned. He reached for his throat, relieved to find no half-healed bite marks. He was still wearing his pyjamas, and his body didn't throb and ache like it did after having been victimized by the vampire.
Shaking his head at his own musings, Draco slipped out of bed and headed for the en suite.
Indulgence 11