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Warning: A little healthy masturbation with a nice BITE!
BETA (I've got one!!): The fabulous ELPIN!
Chapter 2
Waking up the morning after was an odd experience for Harry. While he had woken up in many weird places during his travels he was usually alert. This time, however, for several seconds Harry had no clue how he had ended up in a huge silk-draped bed. It wasn't until he became aware of the steel-cold arm wrapped around his waist that Harry remembered the events of yesterday. Oh! He was in a vampire hotel and in bed with a vampire. Well damn! Twisting in the embrace Harry finally had time to study the face of the ancient being he had saved earlier that morning. The skin was flawless of course and although still hauntingly pale, Harry thought that there was perhaps a bit more colour there than before. Gazing into that beautiful and mysterious face, Harry couldn't help but remember the kisses shared earlier. They had all been innocent, even the ones on his neck were given as a sort of thanks. Despite their innocence Harry could feel his cheeks warming as he thought of wanting more. He felt so incredibly safe lying in this cold embrace. It was like nothing Harry had experienced before and to be frank it was a little disturbing. He shook his head mentally. It really was useless to ponder such things. The man was two thousand years old and was probably just grateful.
Turning once more away from the handsome vamp, Harry grabbed his wand and cast a Tempus charm. The time showed that it was almost four o'clock in the afternoon, so Harry still had a good solid two hours before it would be getting dark. His rumbling stomach answered what he would be doing with that time. Lifting the arm around his waist he slipped quietly from the bed, having no clue if Godric would wake if Harry made a noise. Still in his boxers, Harry grabbed his worn backpack before locating the bathroom.
Now this was luxury! Having slept rather often in his tent in some remote forest looking for ingredients, Harry sighed in content at the bathroom. The jacuzzi lowered in the floor was especially tempting, but Harry was sadly just too hungry to take the time. Casting off his boxers he ended up looking in the mirror at himself in a moment of wonder. How did he get mixed up in these situations?
Again necessity, war and later passion for potions had made Harry rather unconcerned with his own appearance, rarely having the chance to glance in a mirror, much less primp in front of one. His hair was just brushing his shoulders and Harry had to the day still never needed a haircut. He was still lithe and had through his occupation kept his sleek Seeker's build. Lightly muscled arms and a stomach that was rather hard ended in a trim waist and strong thighs; the result of hours and hours spent on a broom. Glancing into his piercing green eyes he supposed he was rather attractive. He grimaced at the slightly Mafoyish thought and quickly turned on the water.
Getting into the shower Harry sighed as the warm water hit his tired body. Grabbing the complementary sponge he spent some time in lathering his body up with shower gel. His breath hitched slightly when the sponge grazed his nipples making them harden in the warm water. He bit his lip in indecision for a moment wondering how good vampire hearing was when they were sleeping, but feeling his erection hardening further Harry could no longer ignore his body's needs. He wasn't a virgin, not even close, but his brief sexual encounters were limited to one-night stands and even the occasional rent boy when he was feeling particularly frustrated. Closing his eyes, Harry sighed in satisfaction as his long fingers grabbed his cock firmly. Pumping slowly, being sure to pull the foreskin back, Harry braced his other hand against the wall before letting his body stand beneath the spray of the shower. His sexual fantasy men rarely had proper faces, just proper cocks for Harry, but as he let his other hand fondle his balls slightly Harry couldn't help but throw his mind towards the dark-haired man lying in the other room. Picturing his broad shoulders and bulging muscles, Harry felt his breath picking up as he pumped his fist harder. Oh God! He imagined how the tattoos spread across the perfect body and licked his lips dreaming of mapping that body with his tongue. Twisting the head of his cock he groaned as he swore he could almost feel the man behind him wrapping those solid arms around his waist and replacing Harry's hands with his own. Reaching back Harry parted his cheeks and started to stroke the wrinkly skin around his hole briefly before penetrating himself with a finger. Gritting his teeth to prevent himself from moaning too loudly, Harry stroked his cock faster as he pushed his own finger further in. Twisting it and curling it just so, Harry's mind imagined the vampire pressing him against the shower wall and replacing Harry's finger with something much better. At the touch of his prostate, Harry came hard, groaning in satisfaction at his orgasm.
He braced himself against the wall and panted slightly, watching his seed being washed away in the water. Damn! He felt himself flush unexpectedly at the thought of Godric having his way with him. Perhaps not even giving him a real choice, just taking him. Wondering what on earth had triggered such a thought, Harry's rumbling stomach decided that he had spent far too much time wanking and washing.
Finally stepping out, Harry towled himself before letting a drying spell take care of his hair. He stuck his hand into his bag and started to search for some clothing. He had his entire arm and part of his shoulder down into the pack before he finally found the shirt and pants he had wanted. He dressed before turning to the mirror once more.
For some reason he found himself wanting to look nicer than normal. Although he could in theory be halfway across the world before the vampire even woke, he sort of felt … not responsible, but perhaps a sort of need to explain himself and make sure that Godric would be all right. Having faced the idea of suicide himself many times, Harry knew how easy it would be to just put up a façade and pretend. The broken cries and bloody tears of the blond vampire Eric flashed in front of him and he felt himself shudder. No. Although he wasn't looking forward to the interrogation later, nevertheless he felt he should. Therefore, also taking into account what a posh hotel this seemed, Harry decided to dress a bit more up than usual. He was currently wearing his only pair of black dress pants and pale green dress shirt open in the neck with a black form-fitting vest with green vertical stripes buttoned giving him a wonderful slim figure. Glancing in the mirror Harry couldn't help feel a bit overdressed but all things considering he looked pretty good, though his hair would always be a lost cause. Spelling his teeth clean and dragging his hands down his cheeks to rid himself of the slight stubble Harry decided to forgo anything even resembling aftershave, considering how sensitive a vampire's smell was.
Feeling done, Harry grabbed his backpack again before heading back into the bedroom, finding his discarded clothes and packing them away. Casting a last glance at the vampire Harry couldn't help the sudden flash of wanting to pull his fingers through Godric's hair. Realising the futile thought, Harry forcibly walked out into the sitting room towards the entrance before suddenly finding himself in a predicament. He would need to get back into the room later and his backpack wasn't exactly matching his current style…
Sighing, Harry once again began to rummage into the pack. Feeling the velvet pouch containing Galleons Harry moved his hand a bit behind it before finding his wallet. Pulling that and his worn black leather jacket inherited from Sirius out, Harry decided that he would bravely enough let his backpack stay behind. It was a sort of daunting prospect, considering how much time and effort was in that bag, but he also felt that leaving the bag behind would be a clear indication that he hadn't left if the vampire happened to wake before he arrived back. Nodding to himself decisively, Harry donned the jacket before putting the wallet in the breast pocket. After he had located the discarded room key, Harry opened the door and let himself out in the hallway beyond. Barely remembering the route they had taken that morning, Harry searched a bit before finding the elevator. Since he hadn't exactly entered the hotel by normal means Harry took a moment to glance around the lobby npting that it was decorated much in the same style as the rest was and of course deserted except for one lonely blond human woman standing at the reception. Trying to act like he belonged their Harry nodded decisively at the woman before walking out into the rather cool afternoon. As his stomach growled once more in hunger Harry smiled to himself before he set out to discover Dallas at street level.
It was already darkening out when Harry finally returned to the Hotel Carmilla. He nodded his thanks to the human doorman before walking into the lobby. There were a few more people in the lobby and bar now than before, but Harry rightly assumed they were all human… hmm… maybe they were what the American media had dubbed fang-bangers. Humans with a vampire fetish. Shaking his head a bit at the silly people, and pointedly ignoring his own fascination, Harry walked straight through to the elevator before pushing in the seventh floor button. Soon he was fumbling with the key-card and opening the door into Godric's room… well suite more like it. Noticing his backpack was in the same place Harry threw off his jacket before ransacking his backpack once more. He replaced his wallet before removing a blood-replenishing potion. He had a certain hunch he would most likely need one later. Standing in the door-way to the bedroom he noted that there was little light shining through the covered window now, so Harry sat down on the edge and silently observed the vampire. Godric had actually moved in his sleep and was now sleeping with the sheets pooled around his waist on his right side, facing Harry and the bathroom. There was, of course, no movement from the still chest, but Harry didn't let that bother him too much and quietly put the potion vial on the nightstand before sitting silently on the bedside. The tattoos gleaming on the skin were so wonderful and Harry could actually feel his fingers twitch wanting to trace them. Mysterious. Everything about Godric was mysterious and Harry felt a want, maybe even a need to find out more. Glancing at the clock on the stand, it seemed that it would only be minutes before the vampire awoke. Harry lost himself in his thoughts pondering what the night would bring. What would he be required to reveal… would he even live the night through? Most vampires that knew about them were almost as prejudice against wizards as most wizards were of vampires, but Harry didn't let that influence him. He wanted this vampire to be okay, to face the next two thousand years with gusto.
For a moment Harry almost envied the vampire. How marvellous it must be to be able to observe humans like that. To see them evolve from the Roman Empire and gladiator fights to modern civilized society. Harry grimaced… well mostly civilized. If he really thought about it mortals weren't all that better than vampires in their blood lust. Though not as noticeable as in ancient times, humans still had a rather unhealthy interest in war and bloodshed. Shaking his head, Harry focused back towards the being lying on the bed. Currently he actually seemed younger than Harry even. Finally giving in to the urge, he reached out his right hand and was about to let his fingers run through the short dark hair.
Suddenly in a blur of movement the vampire was gone from his vision and Harry abruptly found himself held firmly to a hard chest completely immobilized. His heart skipped a beat before he realised that sun had finally set.
Gathering his panicked thoughts Harry tilted his head to the left and exposed his throat. Perhaps not the best move, but living with Remus had taught Harry quite a bit about handling predators. It wasn't a second later before he felt a lick on his throat followed by a sharp pain.
Moaning, Harry grimaced, fighting his natural instinct to try and get away. Seconds later, however, the pain was replaced with indescribable pleasure. Panting Harry felt himself moaning, as his cock grew incredibly hard in his restrictive pants. He wanted to stroke himself, but his arms were still pinned. It felt like there was a direct line between the wound on his neck and his cock, and for every suck of blood Godric drew he felt an answering wave around his cock. Harry panted and mewled, as every nerve in his body seemed electrified. Merlin! Not even a minute later Harry felt himself come violently in his pants and was pretty sure he moaned Godric's name aloud before white exploded behind his eyelids.
Still panting from the swiftness and power of his last orgasm, Harry found himself lying on his back with Godric crouched over his body on all fours. Blood, Harry's blood, was still colouring his lips as he gazed down at Harry with a look in his dark eyes that could only be described as curious.
"What are you?" t
The voice was low and demanding, but somehow still manage to portray wonder.
Harry, still panting and feeling more than a little light-headed decided to ignore that and asked instead for the vial standing on the nightstand. The vampire twisted his head looking, before leaning back and retrieving it. He gazed admiringly at the decorative vial before handing it to Harry. Downing it and grimacing at the taste, Harry let his hand fall to the side and closed his eyes waiting for the spinning sensation of vertigo ceased.
Feeling himself strengthening Harry moved a bit and almost grimaced again when he felt the wetness in his crotch area. Finding the wand hidden on his forearm underneath the shirt, Harry withdrew it and, ignoring the vampire that had suddenly backed hastily away, cast a cleaning charm on himself before tucking the wand away again.
"You're… magic?"
"Wizard, yes"
The vampire made a little humming sound. He was sitting on his haunches with his legs on either side of Harry, silently gazing down.
"Are you feeling better?" Harry couldn't help but ask while at the same time mentally berating himself for showing such open concern.
Smiling, the vampire leaned back down again and placed his arms on either side of Harry. The green-eyed man didn't tense or even feel panicked. He knew that Godric could kill him in a nanosecond if he wanted, but even so Harry felt strangely safe in the man's presence.
"Yes, little one," he laughed lightly at Harry's frown. He knew he wasn't the tallest man, but to have a two thousand year old vampire his own bloody height point it out to him was pushing Harry's patience. But the laugh was nice though.
"Yes, I am…. I feel amazing."
Both the voice and dark eyes were filled with wonder, looking into Harry's own emerald green.
"Thank you."
It was so incredibly heartfelt that Harry heard all that was contained in the thanks. Thanks for saving me, thanks for the blood, thanks for staying, thanks for your concern and most importantly thanks for giving me the sun.
Smiling beautifully Harry returned the sentiment unknowingly making Godric's eyes warm slightly in admiration.
The silence stretched as the two continued to gaze at each other, but it wasn't awkward at all, just peaceful observation. Godric was still braced on all fours above Harry's prone body, and his eyes seem to be tracing Harry's features. The wizard being observed let himself lie quietly beneath the powerful being with a small smile on his face. The quiet was broken when Godric closed the distance between their faces. Harry knew his heart skipped a beat, and felt a small blush developing knowing that the vampire had heard it considering the small quirk of Godric's lips. Is he going to kiss me? But to Harry's everlasting disappointment, not that he would ever admit to it later, that wasn't Godric's intent. Instead he nudged Harry's head to the side with his nose before almost burying himself in Harry's neck. He's sniffing me! And sure enough Harry could feel and hear Godric breathing in his scent. The vampire moved around and nudged Harry's head to the other side before once more breathing in his scent.
"You taste of magic and I can even smell it on you skin."
Godric was just hovering mere centimetres from his face. He nervously licked his lips wondering if Godric's statement required a reply when he saw the vamp's gaze flash down towards his lips. Both froze and Harry was barely breathing as Godric oh-so-slowly closed the distance between them.
Alas, it was not to be. Just as Harry was sure he could feel Godric's cold lips, the door into the suite banged open, breaking the door from its hinges. Godric leant back and Harry twisted onto his stomach trying to see what had happened.
"GODRIC!" it was the blond vampire Eric. Harry almost smacked his head. How could he forget?! How incredibly selfish he was. He'd actually been annoyed at the interruption, forgetting that Eric had no idea his Maker was even alive.
The blond vampire actually stumbled a bit and hitting his shin on the table in the living room before finally reaching the bedroom doors.
"Godr…" he trailed off freezing in the door. Harry frowned wondering why, before he flushed in embarrassment. Of course! Eric had no clue who Harry was and considering the dip in the mattress Godric was still sitting astride Harry's legs! He practically whimpered in embarrassment just knowing how this looked. Not to mention he was pretty darn sure that the lingering scent of arousal was sure to be wafting around. What a bloody great first impression with Godric's childe!
"Godric, vad fan är det här?" (What the hell is this?)
Harry cringed. If Eric was using swear words it couldn't be good for him. Moving his feet Harry tried to indicate he wanted to get up from the bed. Godric gracefully moved aside still staying on the bed and Harry managed to jump up, avoiding looking at anybody. Keeping his gaze down he tried to smooth out the wrinkles in his clothes, not to mention to get his fierce blush under control.
"Jag tror du fortfarande er död! Och i stället för att höra det från dig at du lever, er det Sookie som måste berätta det til mig. Är jag inte värd mer?" (I still think you're dead. And instead of hearing from you that you're alive, I hear it from Sookie. Am I not worth more?)
Harry cringed once more. Though he didn't manage to get all that the tone of voice indicated that Eric was pretty upset. And if Harry really thought about it, he would have been pretty darn hurt too.
Noises from the door had Harry finally raising his head. The blond girl, Sookie, was standing at the remains of the entrance door, wearing another summer dress together with another man. He too it seemed was a vampire, and though older in appearance then both Godric and Eric, Harry was willing to bet his backpack that he was centuries younger. He was handsome Harry supposed if you liked you men that much older than yourself. That really wasn't fair considering the age of the vampire standing next to him.
"Eric, snälla. Låt mig få berätta." (Eric, please. Let me explain)
Godric's voice was low and soothing and Harry could see the tension drain out of Eric. The blond nodded curtly, casting a suspicious glare at Harry before heading back into the living room where the other vampire was currently trying to put the door back.
"Come. It's time for answers and you min lilla trollkarl have them all."
It really wasn't a request, more of a demand, but Harry was pretty happy to acquiesce. Even more so when he felt Godric's hand on the small of his back. He felt a shiver travel down his spine at the careful touch. What was it about this being that made Harry so flustered?!
Walking into the sitting room, Harry mentally prepared himself for the interrogation sure to follow wondering if he would even get through the night.
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AN: Well there you have it. The next chapter is also underway… but it's much more difficult. There is a lot of explaining to do and I really want to get their reactions just right…
Ps: 'min lilla trollkarl' basically means 'my little magician'. Harry, despite his shaky Norwegian understanding, would probably NOT understand this, because in Norwegian it would be 'min lille magiker'.
