Dangerous Delight
Title: Dangerous Delight
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Word count: 1035
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, creature!fic
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This was written for fun, not for profit. Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warnings.
Written for: Belated birthday gift for twilight_tones, who asked for more of Delighted verse
Summary: Draco considers pulling another vampire.
Draco tried to concentrate on his normal life. Lately, it seemed he was living two separate lives: by day, he kept busy with balancing the Manor's books, socializing with his friends, and venturing out to shop for necessities. At night, however, Draco waited in breathless anticipation for a vampire to invade his bed, his body, and his dreams. He'd had a vampire fetish for years, and when Draco discovered that Harry Potter had been Turned, he was lost. Now, his nights were spent at Club Purgatory, where he hoped to meet up with Potter again.
This evening, Draco was faced with a dilemma.
He was at Purgatory, as was his wont, and he'd encountered a vampire, but it wasn't Potter. Draco was engaged in a mild flirtation with the strange vampire. While he was still hoping that Potter showed up, Draco was also toying with the notion of pulling this newcomer. He'd developed an unnatural craving for cock and fangs; did it matter whom said cock and fangs were attached to?
Draco tossed back his latest drink and peered at the blond vampire through his lashes. When the vampire drew him onto the dance floor, Draco went willingly. The vampire grew bold, pulling Draco flush against his body, letting Draco feel the hard press of his erection. Draco moaned and rubbed himself against his current partner. He was incredibly aroused, and it was becoming less important to Draco whom he went home with tonight. Unconsciously, he tilted his head to the side, inviting the vampire to feed. Draco shivered when the vampire leaned in and licked his neck.
He blinked in surprise when the body pressed intimately to him was abruptly gone.
Draco could only stand and stare in shock as he beheld Potter shaking the blond vampire by the nape of his neck.
"...my feeding grounds," Potter was growling.
"The club is neutral territory!" argued his victim.
Draco looked around, but no one else was reacting to the impending violence in their midst. Potter must have cast some strong wards to prevent others from noticing. Draco looked back at the vampires.
"No longer," Potter said. He released the other vampire and narrowed his eyes. The blond vampire's hair caught fire. He shrieked in terror and disappeared. Potter turned his angry gaze on Draco.
Draco quivered with fear and lust. "Did...did you kill him?" he asked.
"Do you care?"
Draco wordlessly shook his head. He supposed he should be ashamed of himself, but right now, all he wanted was to bask in Potter's dangerous attraction.
Potter snagged Draco's wrist and transported them to Draco's bedroom. He pushed Draco up against the wall and pressed their bodies together: chests, groins, thighs. "Mine," he snarled.
Draco licked his lips and nodded.
Potter attacked Draco's trousers, tearing at the button and zip and shoving them down Draco's hips. Once again, Draco was wearing nothing beneath his trousers, and his cock sprang free, broadcasting his readiness for sex.
Potter spun Draco to face the wall, and Draco brought his arms up in time to avoid an injury to his face. He felt a cool, lube-slick finger trace a path from the top of the cleft in his arse down to his rim. The finger penetrated him and thrust in and out. Draco moaned and arched, trying to take that questing digit deeper. He wanted more; he needed more.
"Please, Potter," he panted.
The finger was withdrawn, followed by the sound of Potter's zip lowering. Draco spread his legs as far apart as he could, given the confines of his trousers. Rough hands palmed his arse cheeks and spread them. The tip of Potter's cock nudged between, finding Draco's entrance and pressing inside. Draco groaned and pushed back. Potter split him open and filled him completely, cock stretching Draco's inner walls and rubbing his prostate at the perfect angle. How had he ever thought the other vampire could compare?
Fingers tangled in Draco's hair and pulled his head back roughly. "Were you going to let him fuck you?" Potter asked. His voice was no less frightening for how quietly he spoke.
Draco whimpered and writhed on the cock still embedded in his body.
"Answer me, Malfoy."
"I didn't...didn't want to..."
"But you would have?"
Draco tried to grab onto the wall, but his effort was futile. "I needed release," he whispered. "You weren't there."
The hand tightened in his hair. "It's a dangerous game you're playing, Malfoy. Not all vampires are content to capture and release."
Draco drew in a shuddering breath and rolled his hips. "Please," he whined.
Potter made a disgusted sound and released his grip. Draco kept his head back, but he tilted it to the side, wanting more than Potter's cock in him. Potter obliged him by clamping his fangs into Draco's throat. Draco cried out in shocked pleasure, body tightening around Potter's shaft in reaction.
Potter resumed fucking Draco as he began feeding from him. Breathy pants and whimpers fell from Draco's open mouth as he was buggered up against the wall. It was awkward and uncomfortable and brilliant. Draco's muscles tensed, and a thrill shot up his spine. Ecstasy was so close, and he reached for it, twisting his hips until he exploded into climax.
Draco's release dribbled down the wall in front of him as Potter continued thrusting behind him. He growled, the sound vibrating against Draco's throat. Two thrusts later, Draco felt Potter fill him with his ejaculate. Potter withdrew his fangs, even as his cock remained firmly rooted inside of Draco's body. He stroked the punctures on Draco's throat with the pad of his finger, closing the small wounds. Potter then pulled out slowly, dragging his cock over Draco's twitching rim.
Draco slumped against the filthy wall, not trusting his legs to hold him upright. He heard the rustle of Potter's clothing as the vampire tucked himself in again. Draco's arse felt cold and bereft, but he didn't even have the energy to reach down and drag his trousers back up.
Potter leaned into him, rubbing his groin suggestively against Draco's arse again. "Stay away from vampires," he murmured in Draco's ear. "We're dangerous."
Potter vanished, and Draco slid slowly to the floor.
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Word count: 1035
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, creature!fic
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This was written for fun, not for profit. Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warnings.
Written for: Belated birthday gift for twilight_tones, who asked for more of Delighted verse
Summary: Draco considers pulling another vampire.
Draco tried to concentrate on his normal life. Lately, it seemed he was living two separate lives: by day, he kept busy with balancing the Manor's books, socializing with his friends, and venturing out to shop for necessities. At night, however, Draco waited in breathless anticipation for a vampire to invade his bed, his body, and his dreams. He'd had a vampire fetish for years, and when Draco discovered that Harry Potter had been Turned, he was lost. Now, his nights were spent at Club Purgatory, where he hoped to meet up with Potter again.
This evening, Draco was faced with a dilemma.
He was at Purgatory, as was his wont, and he'd encountered a vampire, but it wasn't Potter. Draco was engaged in a mild flirtation with the strange vampire. While he was still hoping that Potter showed up, Draco was also toying with the notion of pulling this newcomer. He'd developed an unnatural craving for cock and fangs; did it matter whom said cock and fangs were attached to?
Draco tossed back his latest drink and peered at the blond vampire through his lashes. When the vampire drew him onto the dance floor, Draco went willingly. The vampire grew bold, pulling Draco flush against his body, letting Draco feel the hard press of his erection. Draco moaned and rubbed himself against his current partner. He was incredibly aroused, and it was becoming less important to Draco whom he went home with tonight. Unconsciously, he tilted his head to the side, inviting the vampire to feed. Draco shivered when the vampire leaned in and licked his neck.
He blinked in surprise when the body pressed intimately to him was abruptly gone.
Draco could only stand and stare in shock as he beheld Potter shaking the blond vampire by the nape of his neck.
"...my feeding grounds," Potter was growling.
"The club is neutral territory!" argued his victim.
Draco looked around, but no one else was reacting to the impending violence in their midst. Potter must have cast some strong wards to prevent others from noticing. Draco looked back at the vampires.
"No longer," Potter said. He released the other vampire and narrowed his eyes. The blond vampire's hair caught fire. He shrieked in terror and disappeared. Potter turned his angry gaze on Draco.
Draco quivered with fear and lust. "Did...did you kill him?" he asked.
"Do you care?"
Draco wordlessly shook his head. He supposed he should be ashamed of himself, but right now, all he wanted was to bask in Potter's dangerous attraction.
Potter snagged Draco's wrist and transported them to Draco's bedroom. He pushed Draco up against the wall and pressed their bodies together: chests, groins, thighs. "Mine," he snarled.
Draco licked his lips and nodded.
Potter attacked Draco's trousers, tearing at the button and zip and shoving them down Draco's hips. Once again, Draco was wearing nothing beneath his trousers, and his cock sprang free, broadcasting his readiness for sex.
Potter spun Draco to face the wall, and Draco brought his arms up in time to avoid an injury to his face. He felt a cool, lube-slick finger trace a path from the top of the cleft in his arse down to his rim. The finger penetrated him and thrust in and out. Draco moaned and arched, trying to take that questing digit deeper. He wanted more; he needed more.
"Please, Potter," he panted.
The finger was withdrawn, followed by the sound of Potter's zip lowering. Draco spread his legs as far apart as he could, given the confines of his trousers. Rough hands palmed his arse cheeks and spread them. The tip of Potter's cock nudged between, finding Draco's entrance and pressing inside. Draco groaned and pushed back. Potter split him open and filled him completely, cock stretching Draco's inner walls and rubbing his prostate at the perfect angle. How had he ever thought the other vampire could compare?
Fingers tangled in Draco's hair and pulled his head back roughly. "Were you going to let him fuck you?" Potter asked. His voice was no less frightening for how quietly he spoke.
Draco whimpered and writhed on the cock still embedded in his body.
"Answer me, Malfoy."
"I didn't...didn't want to..."
"But you would have?"
Draco tried to grab onto the wall, but his effort was futile. "I needed release," he whispered. "You weren't there."
The hand tightened in his hair. "It's a dangerous game you're playing, Malfoy. Not all vampires are content to capture and release."
Draco drew in a shuddering breath and rolled his hips. "Please," he whined.
Potter made a disgusted sound and released his grip. Draco kept his head back, but he tilted it to the side, wanting more than Potter's cock in him. Potter obliged him by clamping his fangs into Draco's throat. Draco cried out in shocked pleasure, body tightening around Potter's shaft in reaction.
Potter resumed fucking Draco as he began feeding from him. Breathy pants and whimpers fell from Draco's open mouth as he was buggered up against the wall. It was awkward and uncomfortable and brilliant. Draco's muscles tensed, and a thrill shot up his spine. Ecstasy was so close, and he reached for it, twisting his hips until he exploded into climax.
Draco's release dribbled down the wall in front of him as Potter continued thrusting behind him. He growled, the sound vibrating against Draco's throat. Two thrusts later, Draco felt Potter fill him with his ejaculate. Potter withdrew his fangs, even as his cock remained firmly rooted inside of Draco's body. He stroked the punctures on Draco's throat with the pad of his finger, closing the small wounds. Potter then pulled out slowly, dragging his cock over Draco's twitching rim.
Draco slumped against the filthy wall, not trusting his legs to hold him upright. He heard the rustle of Potter's clothing as the vampire tucked himself in again. Draco's arse felt cold and bereft, but he didn't even have the energy to reach down and drag his trousers back up.
Potter leaned into him, rubbing his groin suggestively against Draco's arse again. "Stay away from vampires," he murmured in Draco's ear. "We're dangerous."
Potter vanished, and Draco slid slowly to the floor.