Blood Whore 14
Title: Blood Whore 14
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, mild dub-con, bondage
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 1000
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift for frnklymrshnkly, who requested more of Blood Whore.
Summary: Draco pays for his end of the bargain.
Draco busied himself with sorting, cataloging, and putting away the potion supplies and ingredients he had purchased for himself. At least now he would have something to do during the day, instead of languishing about in his gilded cage while slowly dying of boredom. Draco refused to dwell on the price he would have to pay for his hobby; he would worry about it later that night...when Potter appeared.
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Draco spent most of the day brewing a simple pepper-up potion and then pouring it into vials to store in his new potions cupboard. He didn't realize how late it was until he felt the hair at his nape stir. Draco turned his head to see Potter leaning in the open doorway of the kitchen, watching him with a faint smile on his face. Draco shivered, and he told himself it was in response to the sight of Potter's fangs that caused the reaction.
"How domestic, Malfoy," said Potter.
Draco bristled at the implication, but he held his tongue.
"I am pleased to see you enjoying yourself," Potter said. "Do you remember your end of our bargain?"
Of course, Draco hadn't forgotten. Their bargain had weighed heavily on his mind all day. "I remember," he said.
Potter chuckled. "Relax, Malfoy," he said. "You may find yourself enjoying it."
Draco doubted it, but he would endure.
"If you're done baking-"
"Brewing," Draco cut in sharply.
"...then join me in the bedroom."
Draco longed to tell Potter to go fuck himself, but that would be counterproductive. So long as he tolerated Potter in the evenings, Draco was free to come and go as he pleased during the day, and he had a luxurious flat to live in and enough food to eat. He'd lived through worse.
Potter turned and left the kitchen without another word, clearly expecting Draco to obey. Draco knew he had no choice but to obey, but that didn't mean he had to like it. He wiped his hands on a tea towel and reluctantly trailed after Potter. Draco neared the open door of the bedroom, and steeled himself to go inside.
Potter had removed his shirt, and he was standing in the bedroom, barefoot and bare-chested. He twirled a pair of handcuffs around one finger and smirked at Draco. "Clothes off," he ordered.
Draco toed his shoes off, then tugged his shirt over his head and tossed it over the dresser. He glanced at Potter, and Draco's cock throbbed when he saw the heat in the vampire's eyes. It was empowering to know he could affect Potter in such a manner.
Draco undid his trousers and pushed them down, revealing a plain pair of black pants. If Potter was disappointed, he didn't say so. Draco's cock strained eagerly against the front of his boxers, and he hesitated only a moment before he pushed his pants down and kicked them aside.
"On the bed," said Potter.
Draco moved to obey, telling himself he had no choice. He pointedly ignored the throbbing ache at his groin, chalking the reaction up to mere hormones. Draco lay on the bed, feeling very vulnerable indeed. Potter sauntered over, still twirling the handcuffs. Draco shivered. Yes, he had agreed to the handcuffs; it was the bargain he'd made with the devil in order to obtain supplies and ingredients for brewing potions.
"Arms over your head," Potter instructed. His smirk showcased the tips of his fangs.
Draco raised his arms reluctantly. He winced when Potter snapped a cuff on his right wrist. The metal was cool, but it wasn't uncomfortably tight. Potter looped the other end of the cuffs through a spindle in the headboard and fastened the second cuff to Draco's left wrist. He stood back to admire his handiwork.
Draco couldn't resist the urge to tug on his restraints. The cuffs were sturdy; he was truly at Potter's mercy now. Potter placed one knee on the bed and moved slowly until he was crouched over Draco with his fangs bared. Draco was almost afraid to breathe. He had to remind himself that Potter had gone to a lot of trouble to gain the exclusive rights to his body and blood and was unlikely, therefore, to kill him.
"Look at you," crooned Potter. "Lying there, so helpless. Whatever shall I do with you?" He bent his head and nuzzled Draco's throat.
Draco whimpered. He was torn between shrinking away and offering himself up.
Potter wedged a knee between Draco's thighs, forcing him to spread his legs. His tongue flicked out, dampening the skin above the pulse that raced in the hollow of Draco's throat. Draco exhaled on a tremulous sigh. He had expected Potter to be heavy-handed with him; Draco wasn't prepared for such a gentle assault.
Potter's tongue traveled up Draco's throat and laved the tender skin beneath his ear. "Do you like that?" he whispered.
"N-no," Draco breathed.
"Shall I punish you for lying?"
"No," Draco replied more firmly.
Potter chuckled before unleashing his tongue on Draco's sensitive nipples. In moments, Draco was writhing on the bed and struggling not to plead for more. Dimly, he heard the rasp of Potter's zip, then felt the damp tip of Potter's cock seeking entrance. Draco had the presence of mind to blurt out a lubrication charm before Potter found the mark and thrust inside. Draco whined in discomfort as his body yielded to the bold invasion. He took a gulp of air and forced himself to relax. Potter pushed forward relentlessly until he bottomed out. Draco drew his knees up, opening himself wide and further easing the ache of penetration.
Potter struck quickly, sinking his sharp fangs into Draco's throat. Draco cried out, legs jerking up higher and arms pulling at the unforgiving restraints. Potter no longer seemed interested in tender foreplay; he began fucking Draco, fast and hard, while drinking from the wounds in his throat. Draco locked his ankles behind Potter's back and held on for the duration. There would be time enough later to be humiliated at how easily he surrendered his all to Potter. For now, there was only sweet, sensual bliss.
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