Belated birthday; Slythindor100 Challenge #108
Title: The Night Shift
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: H/D
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit, sex (Characters engaged in sexual activity are over the age of 18.)
Word count: 1620
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 belated birthday gift for robyn_michaels, who asked for creature, happily ever after. Also written for Challenge #108 at slythindor100, which was a choice of photos. I used this one.
Summary: Draco is determined to save Harry.
"You shouldn't have come here, Malfoy."
Draco winced at the use of his last name. He had thought they'd moved beyond that. He and Harry were partners, after all. "I couldn't leave you to face this alone, " he replied quietly.
"Just go, Draco," Harry responded, sounding incredibly weary. "It's too dangerous for you to be here."
"I'm an Auror," Draco snorted. "I'm trained to deal with danger, remember?"
A tiny smile lifted the corners of Harry's lips, displaying a hint of fangs. Draco shivered in spite of himself, and Harry abruptly scowled. "I mean it, Draco," he said. "I haven't...fed yet."
"Are you intending to slowly starve yourself to death?"
Harry gave a humorless grin. "If you must know, I was trying to work up the nerve to kill myself."
Despite Harry's light tone, Draco knew he was serious, and his stomach churned with anxiety. "Fool," he muttered, reaching up to unbutton his shirt. Draco wasn't sure if he was referring to his partner or himself.
"What are you doing?" Harry demanded, a note of panic creeping into his voice.
"I'm removing my shirt," Draco said. "It was expensive, and I don't want to get blood all over it."
"Draco, no..."
"You have to feed, Harry," Draco insisted. "I'm too set in my ways to take on a new partner now."
"I'll kill you." There was a growing edge of desperation in Harry's voice.
"I have faith in your inherent Gryffindor nature," Draco assured him, shrugging out of his shirt. "Aside from that, I've spoken to Granger, who assured me that I would have to lose far more blood than you can actually consume in order for it to be fatal."
"But what kind of life will I have?!" Harry cried, raking a hand through his hair in frustration. After a contentious break-up with Ginny, he had indulged in a string of meaningless one-offs. On one such pub crawl, the woman he had gone home with turned out to be a vampire, but Harry didn't know that until it was almost too late. He had managed to kill her even as she savaged him, but as a result of the attack, Harry had been Turned. Unable to face what he had become, he had retreated to the darkened cellar of his parents' home in Godric's Hollow. Harry should have known his resourceful partner would find him.
"I took the liberty of discussing your situation with Shacklebolt, and he is of the opinion that a vampire will be a fantastic asset to the Auror Department."
"You're taking the piss."
"I'm not," Draco insisted. "Take off your shirt."
"Draco, I can't-"
"Of course, you can," Draco scoffed. "Just tug the ratty thing off over your head."
"Be serious, Draco," Harry implored. "This is you we're talking about. Me and you..."
"And?"
Harry drew a deep breath, then met Draco's stare head-on. "If I drink your blood, I'm going to become aroused."
"I'm gay, Harry. You know that."
"But, I'm not," Harry wailed.
"No, but I suspect you're at least curious, yeah?" Draco responded gently.
Harry didn't know how to answer. Yes, there had been times when he'd looked at another man and found himself wondering. Most often, that man was Draco, and Harry had been embarrassed to feel that way about his partner. Abashed, he merely nodded to Draco's question.
"My understanding is that feeding will necessitate sex," Draco went on. "Since I find you passably attractive, I can assure you it will be no hardship to indulge you. Frankly, your cock isn't going to care where you put it as long as it gets some relief," Draco snorted. "Come on, Harry," he cajoled. "Best drink from me now, while you're still in control of yourself, because I'm not leaving."
Harry appeared conflicted, then with a muttered, "Fuck," he yanked his shirt off and approached his partner. Resting his hands at Draco's waist, Harry leaned close to him and nuzzled Draco's throat. The rush of blood he could sense beneath the surface of Draco's skin maddened him with need, and Harry abruptly angled his head and bit.
Draco sucked in a startled breath. Merlin, he hadn't expected it to hurt so much. He tipped his head back to allow Harry easier access and brought his hands up to tangle in his partner's hair.
Harry's first feeding was messy. He slurped greedily from the wound on Draco's neck, and blood flowed from the site to trickle down and smear their chests. Draco had been half hard before he even arrived, and he was excited to feel Harry's erection digging into his hip. Reflexively, Draco pressed his pelvis to Harry's and rubbed against him.
Harry raised his head and licked his blood-red lips. He blinked, then quickly released Draco and stumbled back. "What have I done?!"
Draco swayed until he steadied himself. "You did what you were supposed to," he murmured, fingers lifting automatically to his ravaged throat. Blood still oozed from the wound, and he winced.
Harry grappled for the wand in his jeans and cast a quick healing charm. Draco gave him a shaky smile and began to undo his trousers. "Now to finish it," he said.
Harry's wand dropped to the floor with a clatter, and he fumbled at the catch of his jeans. When they were both naked, Harry once more approached his partner, cock erect and eager. He hesitated. "Don't you need to prepare...?"
"I took care of that already," Draco told him, pressing his body to Harry's and raising a leg to rub over Harry's hip.
Harry growled and bore Draco to the floor, nudging his way aggressively between his partner's legs. Draco spread for him and lifted his hips, gasping in a harsh breath when Harry penetrated him with no fanfare. The sex was messy, too. Harry rammed himself roughly into Draco, who struggled to find some semblance of rhythm with his partner. He never got the chance. Too soon, Harry stiffened above Draco and spurted inside of him. Harry blinked his eyes open and smiled down at Draco. "Brilliant," he sighed. "Oh, but you didn't...is there something I can do to...?"
"Touch me," Draco pleaded.
Harry nodded and reached between their still-joined bodies, finding and gripping Draco's hard cock. He tugged it awkwardly, reassured when Draco moaned and writhed beneath him. Harry's own cock swelled rapidly, and as Draco jerked his hips up and spilled his release, Harry's hips began pumping once more as he thrust into Draco's spasming hole. Once Draco's orgasm passed, he lay limp and dazed under Harry while his partner fucked him again. Harry took longer to finish this time, finally climaxing with a grunt of pleasure and a dribble of semen.
As sexual encounters went, this wasn't the most satisfying of Draco's life, but it was certainly the most memorable. He wasn't complaining, in any case.
Harry looked down at him anxiously. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so rough-"
"I'm not a girl," Draco pointed out. "I like it rough." Harry's cock twitched inside of him, and Draco laughed. "But I don't like it three times in quick succession," he said. "Get off."
Harry reluctantly withdrew from the welcoming clasp of Draco's body and sat up, bending his knees in belated modesty. "Now what?" he asked.
Draco sat up, too, although he left his long legs stretched comfortably out before him, feet crossed at the ankles. He glanced down and grimaced at the blood and spunk drying on his skin. "I would like to get cleaned up first," he decided.
"And after?"
"Afterward, we return to our lives and make some changes. For instance, you'll need to install heavy drapes in your penthouse flat, and I will have to adjust to working the night shift."
"What about...us?" Harry asked, eyes on the floor.
"I don't want another partner," Draco insisted.
"I mean, what about the rest of it?" Harry's eyes were anxious.
Draco swallowed his pride and his Slytherin reticence and said, "I don't want another lover, either."
"Wh-what are you saying?"
It was Draco's turn to stare at the floor. "I've fancied you for awhile, Harry, but I never acted on it because you were content to chase skirts. If...if you want to go back to that, I'll...we can forget this ever happened."
"What if I don't want to forget it?" Harry challenged softly.
Draco's eyes flew to meet Harry's. "You don't?"
Harry shifted to his hands and knees and prowled closer. "Tell me," he purred, leaning into Draco and coaxing him to lie back once more. "Is sex between two blokes always so enjoyable?"
Draco's legs fell open without thought, and he relaxed back on his elbows, shuddering in delight when Harry nuzzled his neck again. "No..." he breathed.
Harry drew away to frown at him. "No?"
"Sex between blokes is usually much better," Draco remarked, lying down completely and hooking a leg over Harry's lower back.
"Oh?"
"Mm," Draco hummed, arching up beneath Harry. "If we're going to be partners in every sense of the word, you and I will have to practice frequently."
Harry grinned and shifted into position. "I like the sound of that," he husked.
"Oh god," Draco moaned when Harry penetrated him once again.
"You can still call me 'Harry'," teased his lover.
"Harry?"
"Yeah?"
"Shut up and bite me again."
The Night Shift 2
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: H/D
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit, sex (Characters engaged in sexual activity are over the age of 18.)
Word count: 1620
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 belated birthday gift for robyn_michaels, who asked for creature, happily ever after. Also written for Challenge #108 at slythindor100, which was a choice of photos. I used this one.
Summary: Draco is determined to save Harry.
"You shouldn't have come here, Malfoy."
Draco winced at the use of his last name. He had thought they'd moved beyond that. He and Harry were partners, after all. "I couldn't leave you to face this alone, " he replied quietly.
"Just go, Draco," Harry responded, sounding incredibly weary. "It's too dangerous for you to be here."
"I'm an Auror," Draco snorted. "I'm trained to deal with danger, remember?"
A tiny smile lifted the corners of Harry's lips, displaying a hint of fangs. Draco shivered in spite of himself, and Harry abruptly scowled. "I mean it, Draco," he said. "I haven't...fed yet."
"Are you intending to slowly starve yourself to death?"
Harry gave a humorless grin. "If you must know, I was trying to work up the nerve to kill myself."
Despite Harry's light tone, Draco knew he was serious, and his stomach churned with anxiety. "Fool," he muttered, reaching up to unbutton his shirt. Draco wasn't sure if he was referring to his partner or himself.
"What are you doing?" Harry demanded, a note of panic creeping into his voice.
"I'm removing my shirt," Draco said. "It was expensive, and I don't want to get blood all over it."
"Draco, no..."
"You have to feed, Harry," Draco insisted. "I'm too set in my ways to take on a new partner now."
"I'll kill you." There was a growing edge of desperation in Harry's voice.
"I have faith in your inherent Gryffindor nature," Draco assured him, shrugging out of his shirt. "Aside from that, I've spoken to Granger, who assured me that I would have to lose far more blood than you can actually consume in order for it to be fatal."
"But what kind of life will I have?!" Harry cried, raking a hand through his hair in frustration. After a contentious break-up with Ginny, he had indulged in a string of meaningless one-offs. On one such pub crawl, the woman he had gone home with turned out to be a vampire, but Harry didn't know that until it was almost too late. He had managed to kill her even as she savaged him, but as a result of the attack, Harry had been Turned. Unable to face what he had become, he had retreated to the darkened cellar of his parents' home in Godric's Hollow. Harry should have known his resourceful partner would find him.
"I took the liberty of discussing your situation with Shacklebolt, and he is of the opinion that a vampire will be a fantastic asset to the Auror Department."
"You're taking the piss."
"I'm not," Draco insisted. "Take off your shirt."
"Draco, I can't-"
"Of course, you can," Draco scoffed. "Just tug the ratty thing off over your head."
"Be serious, Draco," Harry implored. "This is you we're talking about. Me and you..."
"And?"
Harry drew a deep breath, then met Draco's stare head-on. "If I drink your blood, I'm going to become aroused."
"I'm gay, Harry. You know that."
"But, I'm not," Harry wailed.
"No, but I suspect you're at least curious, yeah?" Draco responded gently.
Harry didn't know how to answer. Yes, there had been times when he'd looked at another man and found himself wondering. Most often, that man was Draco, and Harry had been embarrassed to feel that way about his partner. Abashed, he merely nodded to Draco's question.
"My understanding is that feeding will necessitate sex," Draco went on. "Since I find you passably attractive, I can assure you it will be no hardship to indulge you. Frankly, your cock isn't going to care where you put it as long as it gets some relief," Draco snorted. "Come on, Harry," he cajoled. "Best drink from me now, while you're still in control of yourself, because I'm not leaving."
Harry appeared conflicted, then with a muttered, "Fuck," he yanked his shirt off and approached his partner. Resting his hands at Draco's waist, Harry leaned close to him and nuzzled Draco's throat. The rush of blood he could sense beneath the surface of Draco's skin maddened him with need, and Harry abruptly angled his head and bit.
Draco sucked in a startled breath. Merlin, he hadn't expected it to hurt so much. He tipped his head back to allow Harry easier access and brought his hands up to tangle in his partner's hair.
Harry's first feeding was messy. He slurped greedily from the wound on Draco's neck, and blood flowed from the site to trickle down and smear their chests. Draco had been half hard before he even arrived, and he was excited to feel Harry's erection digging into his hip. Reflexively, Draco pressed his pelvis to Harry's and rubbed against him.
Harry raised his head and licked his blood-red lips. He blinked, then quickly released Draco and stumbled back. "What have I done?!"
Draco swayed until he steadied himself. "You did what you were supposed to," he murmured, fingers lifting automatically to his ravaged throat. Blood still oozed from the wound, and he winced.
Harry grappled for the wand in his jeans and cast a quick healing charm. Draco gave him a shaky smile and began to undo his trousers. "Now to finish it," he said.
Harry's wand dropped to the floor with a clatter, and he fumbled at the catch of his jeans. When they were both naked, Harry once more approached his partner, cock erect and eager. He hesitated. "Don't you need to prepare...?"
"I took care of that already," Draco told him, pressing his body to Harry's and raising a leg to rub over Harry's hip.
Harry growled and bore Draco to the floor, nudging his way aggressively between his partner's legs. Draco spread for him and lifted his hips, gasping in a harsh breath when Harry penetrated him with no fanfare. The sex was messy, too. Harry rammed himself roughly into Draco, who struggled to find some semblance of rhythm with his partner. He never got the chance. Too soon, Harry stiffened above Draco and spurted inside of him. Harry blinked his eyes open and smiled down at Draco. "Brilliant," he sighed. "Oh, but you didn't...is there something I can do to...?"
"Touch me," Draco pleaded.
Harry nodded and reached between their still-joined bodies, finding and gripping Draco's hard cock. He tugged it awkwardly, reassured when Draco moaned and writhed beneath him. Harry's own cock swelled rapidly, and as Draco jerked his hips up and spilled his release, Harry's hips began pumping once more as he thrust into Draco's spasming hole. Once Draco's orgasm passed, he lay limp and dazed under Harry while his partner fucked him again. Harry took longer to finish this time, finally climaxing with a grunt of pleasure and a dribble of semen.
As sexual encounters went, this wasn't the most satisfying of Draco's life, but it was certainly the most memorable. He wasn't complaining, in any case.
Harry looked down at him anxiously. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so rough-"
"I'm not a girl," Draco pointed out. "I like it rough." Harry's cock twitched inside of him, and Draco laughed. "But I don't like it three times in quick succession," he said. "Get off."
Harry reluctantly withdrew from the welcoming clasp of Draco's body and sat up, bending his knees in belated modesty. "Now what?" he asked.
Draco sat up, too, although he left his long legs stretched comfortably out before him, feet crossed at the ankles. He glanced down and grimaced at the blood and spunk drying on his skin. "I would like to get cleaned up first," he decided.
"And after?"
"Afterward, we return to our lives and make some changes. For instance, you'll need to install heavy drapes in your penthouse flat, and I will have to adjust to working the night shift."
"What about...us?" Harry asked, eyes on the floor.
"I don't want another partner," Draco insisted.
"I mean, what about the rest of it?" Harry's eyes were anxious.
Draco swallowed his pride and his Slytherin reticence and said, "I don't want another lover, either."
"Wh-what are you saying?"
It was Draco's turn to stare at the floor. "I've fancied you for awhile, Harry, but I never acted on it because you were content to chase skirts. If...if you want to go back to that, I'll...we can forget this ever happened."
"What if I don't want to forget it?" Harry challenged softly.
Draco's eyes flew to meet Harry's. "You don't?"
Harry shifted to his hands and knees and prowled closer. "Tell me," he purred, leaning into Draco and coaxing him to lie back once more. "Is sex between two blokes always so enjoyable?"
Draco's legs fell open without thought, and he relaxed back on his elbows, shuddering in delight when Harry nuzzled his neck again. "No..." he breathed.
Harry drew away to frown at him. "No?"
"Sex between blokes is usually much better," Draco remarked, lying down completely and hooking a leg over Harry's lower back.
"Oh?"
"Mm," Draco hummed, arching up beneath Harry. "If we're going to be partners in every sense of the word, you and I will have to practice frequently."
Harry grinned and shifted into position. "I like the sound of that," he husked.
"Oh god," Draco moaned when Harry penetrated him once again.
"You can still call me 'Harry'," teased his lover.
"Harry?"
"Yeah?"
"Shut up and bite me again."
The Night Shift 2