A/N: Here's the long awaited chapter three and the juicier details that I promised. I hope that it lives up to the expectations that I've been given and, as I did rather enjoy it, I am confident that it shall. I must admit that I was a bit disappointed with the review turn out, but I thank those three of you who reviewed and look forward to a few more.
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Onyx Feloric
Severus had never known a life of luxury. His lifestyle did not allow for those small comforts and, despite the façade he'd mastered, he often found himself desiring a life of ease. From his birth, it seemed as if he would be doomed to a life of hardship and pain. He'd been almost relieved when the invitation to attend Hogwarts was received. He would be away from his drunk of a father and the shell of a mother.
They would be glorious years.
He would befriend Lucius Malfoy, Regulus Black, and other high standing Purebloods. His potions skills would be highly prized and sought after. When the Malfoy heir had whispered of the Dark Lord's interest in his skills, he had eagerly accepted the money given to him to pursue his Mastership in the study of potions. Along the way, however, he would lose things he had never thought he would ever come to cherish.
Looking across the room into those startling green eyes, he regretted all those things he'd said to Lily Evans all those years ago. Perhaps if he'd been wiser, his life would be different, although, he had to admit…Where he was now, wasn't so bad.
Pale hands slid around his chest from behind him, only his years as a spy keeping his body still. Hot breath skid across his neck and he felt warm lips touch his ear as they spoke. "Where did you go, Severus?" The Malfoy brat's voice was sin against his skin.
Severus looked across the desk, back into those curse-colored eyes. Harry lifted his lips in a soft smirk as the dark Potions Master felt a few fingers make light circles on his chest. The vampire made a lazy movement with his hand and Severus felt Draco's bare chest against his back. A low chuckle escaped the blonde's mouth, the vibrations making Severus grit his teeth and his hands tighten around the arms of the chair he sat in. His coal eyes glanced at the stone floor, seeing a puddle of black cloth that no doubt belonged to the young Slytherin.
Draco's nose nudged the man's soft hair out of the way and his lips descended onto that pale skin. Severus gasped at the feeling and closed his eyes tight at the sensation, shuddering at the feel of an errant hand sliding teasingly down the flat planes of his stomach, leaving a trail of heat it its wake. Draco reveled in the taste of the Potions Master's skin, already tasting the faint touches of Harry's magic and blood. There was no way he would ever let the man escape them. Not when he tasted so good.
Severus felt those damn hands slip under his pant line, teasing the fine black hairs there. A soft tug combined with a hard suck on the bite mark at his neck drew a surprised, guttural groan from his mouth. Behind him, he vaguely felt the blonde shudder at the sound and couldn't help himself when he bucked into the hot hand that gripped him beneath the silk. He couldn't seem to keep his eyes open as that smooth hand stroked him and he couldn't bring himself to care that his seventeen year old student was slowly driving him insane.
Pleasure was coiling low his stomach and he gasped as a blunt fingernail dipped inside his slit, eyes shooting wide open. Behind him, he felt Draco's hot breath panting in his ear and vaguely felt a hardness pressing against his back. He tried to move, but a another dip had his back arching, onyx eyes open and almost unseeing as he groaned. Gods! He thrust up into that hand, the feeling of silk against the head sending a tingling sensation down his spine. Teeth scraped the bite marks on his neck and Severus moaned. Be damned, but it felt good.
He opened his eyes and found them ensnared by glowing emeralds. Harry stared into him and in a blink was in front of him, their faces mere moments apart. Another scrape of teeth against the mark brought a shuddered groan to his lips, but he couldn't look away. It should have been embarrassing to have his student watch him as another got him off, but he couldn't stop the way his hips thrust into that pale hand, or the gasps and moans that fell from his lips.
Harry's hands ran up his bare arms, over his shoulders and slithered back down his chest, brushing over his nipples, sending sharp shocks of pleasure through him. Behind him, he heard Draco gasp, no doubt feeling the way his cock jumped at the sensation. Severus could only watch as red filtered across Harry's vision as he leaned closer, letting their breath mingle only seconds before their lips met.
Draco watched as Harry plundered the man's mouth, stealing his breath and swallowing the gasps and moans Draco's hand brought him. Gods it was hot to watch and, by the feel of the silken steel in his hand, no doubt it felt just as boiling. Suddenly, Draco felt another hand slide over his and he glanced at Harry. The vampire had released the man's lips and Severus stared over the Gryffindor's shoulder at nothing, panting and gasping at the sensation. Draco shuddered feeling that cooler hand next to his and his own hardness pulsed. He opened his eyes, unaware that they had closed and gasped at the red of Harry's eyes.
White fangs had slid down past kiss swollen lips and Draco watched those red eyes center on him as he slowly moved to the other side of Severus' neck. Draco felt a soft nudging against the shields in his mind and panted at the vision the young man pushed behind his eyes. He nodded shakily and waited for the moment.
It was hot and Severus felt sweat trailing down his neck and chest. He couldn't last longer. The heat was too much and the feeling of being surrounded made every sensation heighten. Every brush of skin against his own sent fire shooting through him. His cock pulsed and his balls were tight against his body. It was a miracle he hadn't lost it all yet. He vaguely felt his head being moved before another set of lips settled on his neck. He knew it was Harry, feeling that hot steel ball trailing a path of fire up his neck. He gasped feeling the exact same movement on the other side. Draco's hot breath sucked eagerly on the bite mark, mirroring Harry on the other side.
He was gonna-
Harry sunk sharp fangs into his flesh.
Draco bit dull teeth into the bite mark.
Gods.
Pleasure.
The world exploded.
The vampire drank his blood slowly, seemingly timing his pulls by the throbbing of his cock. Severus struggled to breath, his eyes staring unseeing into the stone ceiling as pleasure was coaxed from him. He felt those hands stroke his spent cock again and whimpered at the near painful sensations it wrought from him. Severus felt the fangs leave his neck slowly and a hot tongue lick the holes closed. On the other side, he felt Draco sooth the marks his blunt teeth made apologetically and he took vague note of a wet sensation against his back.
Draco breathed shakily across the man's skin, bringing himself down from the pleasurable high of melding his mind with Harry's. It always left him slightly rattled, but it was entirely worth feeling what Harry felt as he pulled life from another body. He breathed deeply, inhaling the stronger scent of Harry on the Potions Master, combining with the man's own natural smoky one.
Harry leaned back, taking in the wrecked state of his Potions Master. He cocked his head to the side in amusement. His. Yes, that sounded right. With strong hands, he gently pushed the man's damp hair out of his face, taking in the tired appearance and smiled.
Draco caught the look on Harry's face and couldn't help but show his own smile. Even though Draco saw himself as invaluable in the newest Dark Lord's eyes, he couldn't help but feel as if something was missing. He knew that one could not possibly hold Harry's needs in total, but he feared who would take that place. Having felt the man in his hands, touched him, tasted his flesh; he had no doubt this is who they needed.
Severus felt boneless and blinked as his eyes began to feel heavy. He knew he would have fallen backwards as Draco moved from behind him, but relaxed when he felt Harry's strong arms grab hold of him.
He wouldn't remember the trip from the chair to the warm bed.
A/N: Reviews always welcome.
