Prompt, warnings and disclaimer in the first chapter.
(Ignores the season 5 half human storyline, I love it but it doesn't belong in this particular story)
-YDHP-
The second time they met, it was after they'd both turned 18. Vlad had gained his full powers, the 18th birthday resurge like nothing he'd ever felt. Raw energy had made him feel like he was burning alive, and he'd been told his eyes had glowed spectacularly for at least an hour afterwards. He'd recieved a brief note from a very brave owl while he'd been staying with his father in Garside Grange, informing him that Albus Dumbledore had been killed in the war against Voldemort. It wasn't signed, but the little set of fangs drawn in the bottom told him who it was likely to be from.
He'd managed to hold off the council on the marriage thing, citing that he needed time to train his new powers first, as uncontrolled vampire powers could put many people in danger, and the Council were more than happy to let Vlad learn how not to dust them all by accident. That wouldn't hold them off forever, but it gave Vlad time. Time, he was almost ashamed to admit, spent trawling gay clubs for men with short black hair and bright green eyes. He'd take them anywhere, the back alley of the club, their place, the back of their car, it didn't matter. What mattered was imagining Harry in their place as he fucked them, replacing their voices in his mind with the Londoner-Scottish accent Harry had as they moaned in appreciation. He never bit them, not even to pretend, worried he'd lose himself as he came and actually break skin. Still, the flushed cheeks and purple bruises were always in the forefront of his mind whenever he came, whether it was by himself or with his latest replacement Harry.
Afterwards, he always felt dirty, rushing home to shower and venting his anger and frustration at himself towards his tutor, Bertrand du Fortunesa. He'd turned up the day after Vlad's 18th birthday, swearing allegiance to the chosen one and offering his services as a skilled fighter. He could hardly say no, someone willing to be the crash test dummy as Vlad tried to master his powers was not a common occurrence. There had been a few close calls, Vlad barely able to reign in the strength behind every movement some days. Anyone less skilled would be dust, his tutor often teased. The main stipulation Vlad had was that Bertrand not treat him too formally, he always felt stifled at Council meetings and he didn't want to risk feeling trapped when they trained. It had worked out quite well, they had an easy enough companionship, and Bertrand knew pretty much everything about anything vampiric, or related to the chosen one at least. He even joked on occasion that he knew a few vampiresses who would happily line up to help Vlad sire his heir, recieving a fireball that barely missed him each time he brought it up and laughing anyway.
Shrugging out of his sweaty tshirt, Vlad set up the digital camera they used for sparring so Bertrand could point things out to him after the fact, turning to face his tutor again. They fought hand to hand, Bertrand wanting Vlad to learn not to rely constantly on his powers or he'd never learn to suppress them safely, constantly worried he wouldn't be able to defend himself. As they rolled around on the floor, Vlad had to really focus on not burning Bertrand by mistake while contending the much stronger man. Calling time after half an hour where neither of them gained true advantage, they sat sharing a bottle of soya blood (new and improved, Bertrand had said the taste was almost perfect) and watching back the video. Bertrand praised some of the points Vlad had almost overpowered him and Vlad smiled, enjoying the way someone told him he was good at something for once. Eyeing the bodies in the video, Vlad couldn't deny the training had other advantages, his lean yet muscular build often praised by the men he picked up.
Returning to his coffin room, Vlad noticed an owl at his window, different from the one over a year ago, clearly upset with it's job but braving all the same. He edged closer, hands splayed out in a non-aggressive stance, until the owl held out it's leg, and Vlad carefully removed the attached paper. Stretching it out on his desk, he felt a jerk in his chest as though his heart was kicking up again, the woodsy scent mixed with vanilla still clinging to the paper.
"I don't know if you remember me, but I could never forget you. After Dumbledore died, I trained and trained and trained some more. I travelled most of the UK hunting for these magical objects, and then I finally did what I was chosen for. I beat him. And now I realise, just like you said, it was all worth it in a way. Nobody else will get hurt by him, and that's because of me. I realise this is brief, but I wanted to have a premise for writing to you before I asked to see you. I need to get away, and nobody understands me better than you, even now I feel lost in a sea of people. If you still remember me, and still want to see me, name a time and place and you know I'll be there. H.P"
Vlad sat down heavily, grabbing a quill and inking down the address of a nearby field that was always empty at night, thanks to his father spreading/causing rumours it was haunted, and midnight the next day - he had an early council meeting in the evening and was dying for an excuse to leave early. Fighting not to scare the still wary bird at his window, he pulled up the old water dish he used to keep for his half brother Wolfie, emptying a bottle of water into it and laying it on the ledge within reach of the owl, then backing up. He recieved a hoot of what he supposed was thanks, the owl dipping its beak in the bowl for a moment or two before it fluttered over to perch on his coffin lid. Vlad held the rolled up letter to the owl, amused at the way the owl snatched it from his hand before flying out of the open window. Crawling into his coffin, Vlad prepared for a very long night the next night, but couldn't fight a smile as he dozed off.
Harry was a mess. He'd defeated Voldemort and shared in the celebrations of joy, the crushing grief of the ones they lost in the war. He'd politely turned down the frequent offers of people who wanted to 'really thank' him for winning the war, mind always turning to cool, pale skin and sharp fangs glinting at him. After giving the expected speeches, he'd all but fled to Grimmauld Place, the heavy security reinforced by himself until absolutely nobody was getting in without Harry's permission. The Weasleys, Hermione and Headmistress nee Professor McGonogall's owls could get through, but that was all. They all owled him twice a week, begging to see him but Harry couldn't face them. Hermione and Ron had finally gotten together, and while he was happy for them, he knew everyone was expecting him to pick back up with Ginny and he couldn't. The headmistress kept inviting him to Hogwarts for tea and biscuits, and he would occasionally go, solely via apparition to her own personal cottage, then floo to her office. She'd comment on how pale and thin he'd gotten, and ask how he was, and Harry couldn't even begin to answer her. He'd drain his tea while it was still scalding hot, mindlessly chew on some sugared confectionary and then leave again, rarely speaking much but needing to see something other than the ghosts of his past surrounding him in Sirius' old house.
He'd sent Vlad a note when Dumbledore had been killed, but never recieved a reply. He hadn't known Hedwig left before Vlad could reply, and never thought of how Vlad wouldn't be able to find Hogwarts, let alone enter without special permission. Instead, he'd thrown himself into training, holding on to Vlad's words of wisdom. He'd worked himself into the ground, being periodically dragged to sleep and bathe and eat by Hermione when he was in danger of collapsing but otherwise he would be found reading vast tomes of dark or defensive magic, or in the room of requirement honing both magic and non magic fighting skills. After that, he'd gone hunting for horcruxes alone, sending postal owls under a glamour on occasion to tell his friends he was stil alive. As each one was destroyed, Harry felt lighter, one step closer to it all being over.
As he'd faced Voldemort on the battlefield, surrounded by the dead, Harry realised this was all he was to the living. But that wasn't going to stop him. Voldemort had to be destroyed, and Harry was the chosen one, he had to be the one to do it. When he'd had to die to remove the last horcrux, Harry very nearly boarded that train to go 'on'. But Vlad's face had swam before him, the hope it would be worth it glowing in his chest like a patronus, and Harry had gone back, and fought with his friends and won. And when it was all over, people were shaking his hand and crushing him with hugs and Harry felt suffocated. Even in the parties thrown to celebrate the end of the war, Harry had never felt so alone. So he'd left. Hiding away in Grimmauld place with only Kreacher for company, though his sour mood seemed to make the elf warm to him oddly, and Harry had almost seamlessly disappeared from society, using Kreacher to run errands like grocery shopping and surviving in his own little bubble.
One night, lying in his bed attempting to sleep without dreamless sleep for once, Harry had an epiphany of sorts, rolling out of bed and scrawling a note to Vlad. It was pathetic even to his eyes, but his sleep-deprived desperation overrode it, and he ran towards the owlery, the Black family owl generally grumpy but happy for something to do, he gave the Garside address he had, scrawling fangs and a wand on the top side so Vlad would know it was him and watched the owl disappear into the night. Walking back down to his bed, Harry fell asleep peacefully for the first time in years.
As predicted, the Council members had been most unhappy about Vlad ditching early, but careful not to be too vocal about it, given how Vlad had sneezed over a dusty book and knocked them all out of their chairs. As he'd flew back to Garside, Vlad pushed his wings to flap faster, landing slighty winded outside the field at 10 to midnight. Smoothing his hair as best he good, Vlad adjusted his casual black shirt and jeans, opting for vampiric but laid back. He stripped off his cloak and folded it to sit on, pulling the soya bottle out and draining it (he didn't want to be thirsty when he saw Harry). He thought about taking the label off, but figured it would be funnier for the people who found it and tossed it aside.
A pop sounded behind him, making Vlad jump. A deeper but still memorable voice followed. "Littering is bad for the environment, or are vampires not big on green movements?" Jumping up, Vlad turned to look at the man stood before him. He was still skinny, but his face was more angular, jaw a chiselled line Vlad ached to touch. His hair was essentially identical to the way he remembered, black and shaggy. Those eyes, still staring at him from behind rounded glasses. Unsure where his boldness came from, Vlad leaned in close. "The only green I'm interested in are those eyes of yours." Harry backed away from him slightly, and Vlad almost felt hurt, but then he realised Harry was smiling still, and turning to look around.
"So, where are we?" "Somewhere around Liverpool I think, my dad owns a school nearby and this field is always empty at night. Some strange rumours it's haunted." Vlad smirked in the dim glow of a nearby streetlight, letting Harry know it wasn't really haunted. "So, is that where we're headed?" Vlad nodded, picking up his cloak and holding out his hand. Harry grasped his arm, and Vlad felt the searing heat burn through his skin for a moment, before warning Harry to hold on tight and flitting them to Garside, not stopping until they were safely back in a spare bedroom (Vlad hadn't wanted to scare Harry off with his coffin), the "Do Not Disturb" sign warning anyone to stay away.
Harry was looking a little green, taking the offered bottle of water and drinking deeply. "Portkey is worse, but that's usually over faster." Vlad, having no idea what a portkey was, just nodded and waited for Harry to stop looking slightly ill. The man wasted no time with pretences as soon as he felt better, invading Vlad's personal space and kissing him fiercely. Vlad could taste the inexperience this time, knowing Harry hadn't sought out multiple partners like he had. The scratch of stubble against his face was new, his own impaired aging process meaning he was years off any sort of facial hair. The heat against him was mindblowing, Harry felt so much more intense than the human substitutes he'd found. He spent about three seconds wondering if that was a wizard thing or a Harry thing, but then the wizard in question was pressing fire into his skin, hands sliding under his shirt and moaning weakly as he traced the taut muscles.
Eager to return the favour, Vlad pulled away from the kiss just long enough to tug Harry's jumper and tshirt off, pushing Harry onto the bed and unbuttoning his own shirt. Letting it slip off his arms, Vlad couldn't help feeling a little smug at the wide eyed wizard on the bed, desire plain in his face as he took in Vlad's trained body. He'd have to send Bertrand a fruit basket... or the vampire equivalent. Blood basket? Shaking the thoughts away, Vlad took his time, slowly approaching the other man. His eyes raked over the slim frame, wiry muscle evident but there was a vulnerability about it all that Vlad wanted so badly to take advantage of. Climbing on the bed next to Harry, Vlad trailed cool fingertips over the others body. He'd taken the time to learn this, hoping for this very moment where he could tempt and tease the body beneath him as he'd dreamed of many times.
The wizard was clearly aroused, loose jeans tented and Vlad decided he looked like he needed pressure release. Lowering his hand to the zipper on his jeans, Vlad scanned the others face for permission before moving with pure speed, the obstructing clothes gone in seconds. He took a few more seconds to truly appreciate the view, the flush of blood at the head, the twitching vein on the underside. Dragging his tongue up that vein drew a gasp out of the other man, and Vlad smirked before sinking his mouth down as far as he could, lack of oxygen not an issue to him as Harry hit the back of his throat. He knew this wouldn't take long, the fluttering muscles of Harry's stomach telling Vlad he was close, so he wasted no time in hollowing his cheeks, bobbing his head and tracing sensitive spots with his tongue, revelling in the sounds of pleasure above him. Soon he was swallowing, his mouth filled with hot liquid as Harry spurted down his throat. Pulling off, he wiped his mouth, grinning openly at the limp body on the bed.
Crawling up the length of his body now, Vlad leaned in for a kiss but stopped short, unsure Harry would want to kiss him after where his mouth had been. He was saved the worry when Harry leant up, nipping at his bottom lip, plundering his mouth and groaning against him. Vlad pulled back shaking, rolling off Harry to lose his own jeans and socks, helping Harry kick his off completely before returning to kiss him, returning the nips with his fangs until blood filled his mouth again. He keened frantically, pressing his cock against Harry's burning skin and rutting, desperate for friction. Harry groaned into his mouth again and that did it, Vlad grunted in release and Harry looked down to see him spilling against his thigh. A curious hand dragged a finger through the liquid, bringing it up to his mouth and tasting. Vlad was sure he was gaping, his cock twitching even while it softened at the unintentionally erotic show. Swiping another finger through, Vlad wiped it across his own bottom lip before kissing Harry again, the mix of blood and come had them both pressing closer, tongues questing for more taste.
After he came down from his high, Vlad rolled Harry onto his back, intent on exploring the naked body thoroughly. Straddling his hips, Vlad started with his neck, stroking gently down one side while alternating kissing and biting teasingly on the other side. The preference was clear in the way Harry arched his neck, breathy moans for more falling out of him. One particularly hard nip, and Vlad was moving down further, giving his collarbones the same treatment. He smoothed his hands over the pectoral muscles, relishing the way Harry radiated heat beneath him. His hands tweaked both nipples, alternating sides and pulling gently or twisting harshly, not letting Harry anticipate the touches. Next he traced his sides, tickling lines upwards then dragging his nails back down, Harry twisted beneath him beautifully at that. Vlad could feel the stirring erection pressing against the crease of his thigh, redoubling his efforts to explore Harry's body until the cock behind him was full mast, a sticky trail of precum on his skin.
Harry seemed to have found his energy, pushing at Vlad until he got off him, pinning him down (Vlad was more than happy to pretend he wasn't strong enough to throw him off) and kissing him, nervous hands tracing over Vlad's upper body for a few moments. The heat was enough for Vlad, trails of fire over his skin and centering in his groin, his own cock bumping Harry's as it filled. He felt hands on his thighs, then they were pressing higher, a gentle touch behind his balls. As their eyes met, Vlad realised Harry still had his glasses on, and pulled them off, carefully placing them on the bedside table. "Can... can we?" Harry's voice was shaky, as though he were worried Vlad would throw him out for even asking. Vlad couldn't deny he was a little nervous at the idea, he'd always refused to let anyone inside his body that way. But then, this was Harry. Harry had next to no control in his life, and Vlad had too much. He could see the appeal for them both, and he nodded, leaning back over to the table and grabbing the little bottle he'd stashed in here to press into Harry's hand.
A flush swept over his cheeks, Vlad thought it suited him beautifully. "I've never... with anyone before." "It's ok, I'll teach you." And Vlad guided him gently through the process, wrapping a palm full of lubricant around Harry's fingers, guiding them between his thighs and forcing his muscles to relax as Harry breached him. He didn't let any pain show, not wanting to scare Harry off potentially letting him do this back later on. He talked him through stretching the muscles, and demonstrated the little finger crook he should use. Harry turned out to be something of a natural, making Vlad see stars almost immediately as he found his prostate. Figuring he needed more prep but too aroused to wait any longer, Vlad poured lubricant over Harry's cock, smoothing it along with his hand and ignoring the hiss of 'cold' from Harry. Leaning back and spreading his legs, Vlad laced his fingers with Harry's and helped guide him into place. The first push took his breath away, heat burning through him as the head stretched him, the rest sliding in easily enough after. It was like fire inside him, in the best way possible. His whole body felt warmed by it all.
Harry's face was set in determination, his free hand on Vlad's hip as he worked his body back and forth, jerky thrusts as he tried to find the rhythm. Vlad whispered encouragements, not wanting him to give up out of embarassment. Eventually, Harry found his confidence, hips sliding fluidly until Vlad cried out, the angle dragging across his prostate and making his erection jerk up, smacking soundly against Harry's stomach as he sped up, the tightness surrounding his cock pulling him towards orgasm quicker than he'd have expected but unable to resist the call of his body. Vlad reached down his free hand, fisting his erection in desperation as he pushed back against Harry harder, chasing the heat penetrating his core. A flood of warmth inside him told him Harry had come, and Vlad tugged harder at himself, spilling over his hand a moment later and Harry falling on top of him within seconds.
Again, good job he didn't have to breathe, Vlad mused to himself as the prone wizard lay over him, sweaty burning skin against the cool marble of his own. Knowing it was better to get it over with quickly, Vlad nudged Harry to sit up, pulling away as Harry withdrew, hissing at the tender feeling inside. Another reason he'd never let anyone else do it, only Harry was worth that kind of pain. That wasn't something he shared with Harry as they spooned together, Vlad ensuring he pulled the blankets over Harry lest he freeze in the night pressed against Vlad's cool skin. They could shower in the morning he told himself, ignoring the fact Harry would probably leave him again tomorrow.
Ok, basically, I have all three chapters of this written up, but ff has been acting up and I'll be surprised if this uploads tonight, let alone the next chapter. So if it isn't up tonight, it will be by tomorrow night, promise!
