Vampauror 3
Title: Vampauror 3
Author/Artist: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry, Draco, ocs
Word Count: 860
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual content, UST
Disclaimer:Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Written for:
♦ Birthday gift for sw33tch3rrypi3, who asked for more of Vampauror
♦ Birthday gift for lokifan, using the prompts blush, bite, whatever
♦ hp_creatures February prompt Office of Misinformation
Summary: Harry is handed a dream assignment.
Harry licked his way up the inside of Malfoy's thigh, pausing the savor the rush of blood he could sense thrumming beneath Malfoy's skin. Harry nibbled lightly, eliciting a throaty groan from Malfoy. The scent of arousal hung heavy in the air, emanating from both of them. Harry was almost tempted to forego the bite completely and sink his cock into Malfoy instead. However, his thirst was great, and for a vampire, biting and feeding were foreplay.
Harry's mouth continued its slow and steady progress until he reached his target. He pressed his lips to the skin over Malfoy's femoral artery and applied light suction. Malfoy whined and twisted on the bed, begging Harry to get on with it. Harry laved the area with his tongue, then blew a breath of air over the site. He could see chill bumps rise on Malfoy's flesh as his body reacted. Harry's tongue swiped out for another taste, and then he struck with his fangs.
Malfoy cried out and arched off of the bed, while Harry moaned in pleasure as hot, sweet blood flooded his mouth. It was delicious, divine...no one else's blood tasted as amazing as Malfoy's did. Pre-come leaked from Harry's aching cock, demanding satisfaction of another sort.
Malfoy's mobile rang, an irritating beep, beep, beep. Harry tried to ignore it, but he found himself wondering why Malfoy even had a mobile, let alone such an annoying one.
Harry's eyes popped open, and he reached out to slap his alarm clock off. He tried to grasp at the fading remnants of the best dream he'd ever had, but it was too late. He snarled in frustration and knocked the offending clock onto the floor.
"Fuck," he swore. He repeated the word when he realized there was no fucking to be had, either real or dreamed.
Harry rolled out of bed and gave his clock a kick for good measure. "Ouch," he hissed as he hobbled to his en suite. Harry turned on the taps and settled for a wank in the shower.
~V~
Harry was still in a surly mood when he arrived at the Ministry. First, he stopped in the department where vampires could hook up with blood donors in a controlled environment. Harry was in the mood for a blond, male donor, but the only one available was an equally surly looking young woman with spiked black hair.
She eyed him with interest when he approached her. "Fancy a bit of rough with your drink, love?" she asked.
"No," snapped Harry.
"Whatever," she sassed back, offering her wrist.
Harry snatched her hand and brought her wrist to his mouth. He took a moment to calm himself before delicately nicking her skin with one fang. Harry took several long pulls of blood, then stepped back, healed the small wound, and gave the woman a stilted thank you. He left without a backward glance.
By the time Harry reached the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, he was feeling marginally better. He hadn't reached his own desk before he was waylaid by another Auror.
"Potter, you're needed in the Office of Misinformation."
Harry snarled, and the other Auror blanched and beat a hasty retreat. Harry had to pause and calm himself again, using the techniques Malfoy had taught him. Thinking of Malfoy didn't do much to calm him. Harry wanted Malfoy, badly, but he had yet to seduce Malfoy out of his fussy clothing. He heaved a sigh and reversed direction, heading for the lifts that would take him to the Office of Misinformation. By the time Harry stepped off of a lift on the proper level, he was once more the cool, competent Auror.
"Auror Potter, they're waiting for you in Mr Flottmeier's office," an efficient-looking secretary told him.
Harry nodded at her and strode down the hallway, wondering how many people he'd have to deal with. It was a good thing he'd recently fed. He found the appropriate door, rapped once, and walked in. Harry halted, nostrils flaring at the delectable scent of Malfoy. He turned his head and found Malfoy seated in a wing chair against the right wall of the office. Harry's lips lifted in a sly grin as he recalled the dream he'd had earlier.
A faint blush suffused Malfoy's face, as if he guessed the direction of Harry's thoughts.
"Malfoy," Harry murmured, ignoring the other people in the office. "Have you violated the Statute of Secrecy? Do I need to interrogate you?" His smile widened as he detected a spike in Malfoy's pulse.
"Malfoy is here as an adviser, Auror Potter," said Flottmeier. "All of us here are in damage-control mode. A rogue vampire has been spotted, by Muggles no less, and the Minister is counting on you and Malfoy to work together on this case. You'll be in charge, of course, Potter."
Harry's eyes flicked to Flottmeier, and he nodded. "Very well, sir," he said. "I'm certain Malfoy will enjoy working under me."
Harry's gaze cut back to Malfoy, and he inhaled, drawing in the subtle scent of arousal. He wondered how long it would take before he was working Malfoy under him.
Vampauror 4
Author/Artist: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry, Draco, ocs
Word Count: 860
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual content, UST
Disclaimer:Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Written for:
♦ Birthday gift for sw33tch3rrypi3, who asked for more of Vampauror
♦ Birthday gift for lokifan, using the prompts blush, bite, whatever
♦ hp_creatures February prompt Office of Misinformation
Summary: Harry is handed a dream assignment.
Harry licked his way up the inside of Malfoy's thigh, pausing the savor the rush of blood he could sense thrumming beneath Malfoy's skin. Harry nibbled lightly, eliciting a throaty groan from Malfoy. The scent of arousal hung heavy in the air, emanating from both of them. Harry was almost tempted to forego the bite completely and sink his cock into Malfoy instead. However, his thirst was great, and for a vampire, biting and feeding were foreplay.
Harry's mouth continued its slow and steady progress until he reached his target. He pressed his lips to the skin over Malfoy's femoral artery and applied light suction. Malfoy whined and twisted on the bed, begging Harry to get on with it. Harry laved the area with his tongue, then blew a breath of air over the site. He could see chill bumps rise on Malfoy's flesh as his body reacted. Harry's tongue swiped out for another taste, and then he struck with his fangs.
Malfoy cried out and arched off of the bed, while Harry moaned in pleasure as hot, sweet blood flooded his mouth. It was delicious, divine...no one else's blood tasted as amazing as Malfoy's did. Pre-come leaked from Harry's aching cock, demanding satisfaction of another sort.
Malfoy's mobile rang, an irritating beep, beep, beep. Harry tried to ignore it, but he found himself wondering why Malfoy even had a mobile, let alone such an annoying one.
Harry's eyes popped open, and he reached out to slap his alarm clock off. He tried to grasp at the fading remnants of the best dream he'd ever had, but it was too late. He snarled in frustration and knocked the offending clock onto the floor.
"Fuck," he swore. He repeated the word when he realized there was no fucking to be had, either real or dreamed.
Harry rolled out of bed and gave his clock a kick for good measure. "Ouch," he hissed as he hobbled to his en suite. Harry turned on the taps and settled for a wank in the shower.
~V~
Harry was still in a surly mood when he arrived at the Ministry. First, he stopped in the department where vampires could hook up with blood donors in a controlled environment. Harry was in the mood for a blond, male donor, but the only one available was an equally surly looking young woman with spiked black hair.
She eyed him with interest when he approached her. "Fancy a bit of rough with your drink, love?" she asked.
"No," snapped Harry.
"Whatever," she sassed back, offering her wrist.
Harry snatched her hand and brought her wrist to his mouth. He took a moment to calm himself before delicately nicking her skin with one fang. Harry took several long pulls of blood, then stepped back, healed the small wound, and gave the woman a stilted thank you. He left without a backward glance.
By the time Harry reached the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, he was feeling marginally better. He hadn't reached his own desk before he was waylaid by another Auror.
"Potter, you're needed in the Office of Misinformation."
Harry snarled, and the other Auror blanched and beat a hasty retreat. Harry had to pause and calm himself again, using the techniques Malfoy had taught him. Thinking of Malfoy didn't do much to calm him. Harry wanted Malfoy, badly, but he had yet to seduce Malfoy out of his fussy clothing. He heaved a sigh and reversed direction, heading for the lifts that would take him to the Office of Misinformation. By the time Harry stepped off of a lift on the proper level, he was once more the cool, competent Auror.
"Auror Potter, they're waiting for you in Mr Flottmeier's office," an efficient-looking secretary told him.
Harry nodded at her and strode down the hallway, wondering how many people he'd have to deal with. It was a good thing he'd recently fed. He found the appropriate door, rapped once, and walked in. Harry halted, nostrils flaring at the delectable scent of Malfoy. He turned his head and found Malfoy seated in a wing chair against the right wall of the office. Harry's lips lifted in a sly grin as he recalled the dream he'd had earlier.
A faint blush suffused Malfoy's face, as if he guessed the direction of Harry's thoughts.
"Malfoy," Harry murmured, ignoring the other people in the office. "Have you violated the Statute of Secrecy? Do I need to interrogate you?" His smile widened as he detected a spike in Malfoy's pulse.
"Malfoy is here as an adviser, Auror Potter," said Flottmeier. "All of us here are in damage-control mode. A rogue vampire has been spotted, by Muggles no less, and the Minister is counting on you and Malfoy to work together on this case. You'll be in charge, of course, Potter."
Harry's eyes flicked to Flottmeier, and he nodded. "Very well, sir," he said. "I'm certain Malfoy will enjoy working under me."
Harry's gaze cut back to Malfoy, and he inhaled, drawing in the subtle scent of arousal. He wondered how long it would take before he was working Malfoy under him.
Vampauror 4