Birthday!gift: Good Little Vampire
Title: Good Little Vampire
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Word count: 1085
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex (Characters engaged in sexual activity are of age)
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This was written for fun, not for profit.
Additional disclaimer: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Observe the rating and warnings.
Author's note: Written as a birthday gift for jaey_t, who asked for more of fluffy vampire!Harry.
Summary: Harry is in a playful mood, much to Draco's chagrin.
Draco cast a Tempus to check the time. He had finished brewing a potion for a client, and it wouldn't be dark for a couple hours yet. That's when Harry would wake up and demand Draco's attention, not to mention his blood and his body, for the rest of the night. Draco was pleased to note he had time for a lovely nap first.
~*~
Draco woke up in the dark, feeling disoriented and out of sorts. He bolted upright on the sofa in the parlor, heart hammering. Where was Harry, and why hadn't he come to wake Draco up? What if something was wrong with him? Draco fumbled for his wand to cast a Lumos. It was missing. Oh ho, so that was Harry's game! Draco huffed in annoyance. Although his boyfriend didn't actively hunt, per se, he still enjoyed the thrill of the chase on occasion, saying it kept his skills sharp. Draco, of course, was the hapless victim of these scenarios. Resigned to his fate, Draco sighed and got to his feet, taking a moment to get his bearings in the darkened Manor.
Draco stepped into the corridor, heart pounding. There was something about being stalked in the darkness by a vampire that triggered a primordial fear in him, never mind the fact that said vampire was his boyfriend. Draco crept slowly down the hall, hands in front of him to make sure he didn't bump into anything. "Ow, bloody hell," he hissed when he banged his shin on the leg of a chair. Pausing to cock his head and listen intently, Draco heard nothing but his own shallow breathing. Squaring his shoulders, he began shuffling through the unlit corridor. As Draco made his way in the darkness, his trousers grew unbearably tight. Was it wrong that knowing he was about to be set upon and ravished by a vampire was such a turn-on? Pressing a hand briefly to his groin, he continued on.
Draco halted suddenly.
Was that a footstep he'd heard behind him?
"H-Harry?" he croaked, mouth dry and pulse hammering with dread.
There was only silence.
Blowing the fringe from his eyes with a nervous exhalation, Draco turned and began moving forward again. He took three steps before he bumped into a solid living object. Hands grabbed Draco by the waist, and he was so startled he could only give one small scream of terror.
"I want to suck your blood," Harry declared in theatrical fashion. He bent his head to nuzzle at the thundering pulse in Draco's throat.
"Damn you, Harry! You just took ten years off my life!" yelled Draco, giving his boyfriend a shove. "You had better be prepared to suck my cock for that!"
"Mm," Harry purred, swiping Draco's throat with his tongue. "I could suck blood from your cock," he offered.
Draco shuddered at the thought, horrified and intrigued at the same time. "N-no," he stammered, arching his neck for more of Harry's enticing nibbles. Draco's world lurched as he was swept up in his boyfriend's arms.
Harry strode down the hall and kicked open a door. He deposited Draco on a settee, then flicked the lights on. They both groaned and blinked at the sudden brightness. Harry returned to the settee and draped himself over Draco. "Did the big, bad vampire scare you?" he teased, a wicked grin revealing his fangs.
"Oh no!" Draco gasped, eyes widening. "Is there a big, bad vampire in the Manor, too?"
Harry's smile turned to a scowl. "Cheeky prat," he muttered, baring his fangs and dipping his head to go for Draco's throat.
Draco squirmed away. "Cock first," he insisted. As Harry sat up with a vexed sigh, Draco began undoing his trousers. His cock sprang free, eager for his toothy boyfriend.
Disappointment forgotten, Harry's eyes fastened hotly on Draco's erect penis, and he licked his lips. He pulled a small vial of lubricant from his pocket and drizzled it over his fingers. Shifting his position, he lowered his head and swiped his tongue over the tip of Draco's prick, humming in delight at the delicious taste. This was almost as good as Draco's warm, rich blood, and Harry applied himself to his task with gusto. As he licked and sucked Draco's shaft, Harry worked slick fingers into Draco to loosen him.
Draco moaned his appreciation. He carded his fingers through Harry's hair, encouraging him to take him deeper. Harry obliged, relaxing his throat as he swallowed Draco down. Harry hollowed his cheeks and applied strong suction, pleased when Draco mewled and tried to arch up. Harry held his boyfriend in place with a hand on his stomach while he continued plying Draco with his tongue and lips and throat.
"H-Harry," Draco gasped, indicating he was close. Harry released him reluctantly, wanting to be inside of Draco when his lover climaxed. Draco whined at the loss of Harry's hot mouth on his cock, but he cooperated when Harry began tugging at his clothing. They stripped in record time, then Harry settled atop Draco and licked his neck while he nudged his penis into place. Draco's breath stilled, and he opened his legs wider and drew his knees up. Harry penetrated him with cock and fangs simultaneously. He purred against Draco's throat as he began to draw the blood from his boyfriend's vein. He thrust deeply into Draco's body and rocked his hips in the vee of Draco's thighs while he drank from him.
Harry was grinding against Draco's prostate, and Draco squirmed beneath him in ecstasy. Harry's mouth at his throat and his cock high and hard between Draco's legs propelled him to a swift, convulsive orgasm.
The taste of Draco's blood on his tongue and the spasming contractions that squeezed his cock caused Harry's climax to surge through him. He growled in pleasure against Draco's throat as he filled Draco with quick, hot spurts of come. Eventually, Harry bestirred himself enough to withdraw his fangs from Draco's neck and lap at the trickles of blood until the wounds closed over.
Draco sighed at his boyfriend's thoughtful ministrations, and he stroked Harry's head and smiled. "Such a good little vampire."
Mind the Fangs
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Word count: 1085
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex (Characters engaged in sexual activity are of age)
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This was written for fun, not for profit.
Additional disclaimer: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Observe the rating and warnings.
Author's note: Written as a birthday gift for jaey_t, who asked for more of fluffy vampire!Harry.
Summary: Harry is in a playful mood, much to Draco's chagrin.
Draco cast a Tempus to check the time. He had finished brewing a potion for a client, and it wouldn't be dark for a couple hours yet. That's when Harry would wake up and demand Draco's attention, not to mention his blood and his body, for the rest of the night. Draco was pleased to note he had time for a lovely nap first.
~*~
Draco woke up in the dark, feeling disoriented and out of sorts. He bolted upright on the sofa in the parlor, heart hammering. Where was Harry, and why hadn't he come to wake Draco up? What if something was wrong with him? Draco fumbled for his wand to cast a Lumos. It was missing. Oh ho, so that was Harry's game! Draco huffed in annoyance. Although his boyfriend didn't actively hunt, per se, he still enjoyed the thrill of the chase on occasion, saying it kept his skills sharp. Draco, of course, was the hapless victim of these scenarios. Resigned to his fate, Draco sighed and got to his feet, taking a moment to get his bearings in the darkened Manor.
Draco stepped into the corridor, heart pounding. There was something about being stalked in the darkness by a vampire that triggered a primordial fear in him, never mind the fact that said vampire was his boyfriend. Draco crept slowly down the hall, hands in front of him to make sure he didn't bump into anything. "Ow, bloody hell," he hissed when he banged his shin on the leg of a chair. Pausing to cock his head and listen intently, Draco heard nothing but his own shallow breathing. Squaring his shoulders, he began shuffling through the unlit corridor. As Draco made his way in the darkness, his trousers grew unbearably tight. Was it wrong that knowing he was about to be set upon and ravished by a vampire was such a turn-on? Pressing a hand briefly to his groin, he continued on.
Draco halted suddenly.
Was that a footstep he'd heard behind him?
"H-Harry?" he croaked, mouth dry and pulse hammering with dread.
There was only silence.
Blowing the fringe from his eyes with a nervous exhalation, Draco turned and began moving forward again. He took three steps before he bumped into a solid living object. Hands grabbed Draco by the waist, and he was so startled he could only give one small scream of terror.
"I want to suck your blood," Harry declared in theatrical fashion. He bent his head to nuzzle at the thundering pulse in Draco's throat.
"Damn you, Harry! You just took ten years off my life!" yelled Draco, giving his boyfriend a shove. "You had better be prepared to suck my cock for that!"
"Mm," Harry purred, swiping Draco's throat with his tongue. "I could suck blood from your cock," he offered.
Draco shuddered at the thought, horrified and intrigued at the same time. "N-no," he stammered, arching his neck for more of Harry's enticing nibbles. Draco's world lurched as he was swept up in his boyfriend's arms.
Harry strode down the hall and kicked open a door. He deposited Draco on a settee, then flicked the lights on. They both groaned and blinked at the sudden brightness. Harry returned to the settee and draped himself over Draco. "Did the big, bad vampire scare you?" he teased, a wicked grin revealing his fangs.
"Oh no!" Draco gasped, eyes widening. "Is there a big, bad vampire in the Manor, too?"
Harry's smile turned to a scowl. "Cheeky prat," he muttered, baring his fangs and dipping his head to go for Draco's throat.
Draco squirmed away. "Cock first," he insisted. As Harry sat up with a vexed sigh, Draco began undoing his trousers. His cock sprang free, eager for his toothy boyfriend.
Disappointment forgotten, Harry's eyes fastened hotly on Draco's erect penis, and he licked his lips. He pulled a small vial of lubricant from his pocket and drizzled it over his fingers. Shifting his position, he lowered his head and swiped his tongue over the tip of Draco's prick, humming in delight at the delicious taste. This was almost as good as Draco's warm, rich blood, and Harry applied himself to his task with gusto. As he licked and sucked Draco's shaft, Harry worked slick fingers into Draco to loosen him.
Draco moaned his appreciation. He carded his fingers through Harry's hair, encouraging him to take him deeper. Harry obliged, relaxing his throat as he swallowed Draco down. Harry hollowed his cheeks and applied strong suction, pleased when Draco mewled and tried to arch up. Harry held his boyfriend in place with a hand on his stomach while he continued plying Draco with his tongue and lips and throat.
"H-Harry," Draco gasped, indicating he was close. Harry released him reluctantly, wanting to be inside of Draco when his lover climaxed. Draco whined at the loss of Harry's hot mouth on his cock, but he cooperated when Harry began tugging at his clothing. They stripped in record time, then Harry settled atop Draco and licked his neck while he nudged his penis into place. Draco's breath stilled, and he opened his legs wider and drew his knees up. Harry penetrated him with cock and fangs simultaneously. He purred against Draco's throat as he began to draw the blood from his boyfriend's vein. He thrust deeply into Draco's body and rocked his hips in the vee of Draco's thighs while he drank from him.
Harry was grinding against Draco's prostate, and Draco squirmed beneath him in ecstasy. Harry's mouth at his throat and his cock high and hard between Draco's legs propelled him to a swift, convulsive orgasm.
The taste of Draco's blood on his tongue and the spasming contractions that squeezed his cock caused Harry's climax to surge through him. He growled in pleasure against Draco's throat as he filled Draco with quick, hot spurts of come. Eventually, Harry bestirred himself enough to withdraw his fangs from Draco's neck and lap at the trickles of blood until the wounds closed over.
Draco sighed at his boyfriend's thoughtful ministrations, and he stroked Harry's head and smiled. "Such a good little vampire."
Mind the Fangs