Title: Savin Me Chapter 4 (The First Taste)
By: (also under: fantasyfaery)
Pairings: Draco/Harry
Warnings: violence, adult language, and sexual content.
Disclaimer: Characters belong to J.K. No copyright infringement intended, and I am not making any money from this fic.
"You agreed to what!?" Severus bellowed incredulously. His beady black eyes were as big as saucers in his pasty face, and the vein in his temple was bulging threateningly.
"I agreed to feed Harry's needs, Severus. I need these ingredi-"
He was cut of again. "I heard what you requested. What the bloody hell do you think you are doing? Do you have any idea to what you have agreed? No, of course you haven't," Severus snapped, pacing furiously around the room, his potions forgotten.
"I do know what I am agreeing to," Draco mumbled rebelliously. "That's why I need these potions ingredients, so I can do the job well."
"He has donors! Several donors. Why on earth would you lower yourself to such- such, debasing?"
"He's not forcing me, I find the arrangement quite agreeable. I've always heard vampires make wonderful lovers."
"This is not a game, Draco." Severus stopped in front of him poking a thin finger into his chest. "And he is not just some vampire! We don't even fully understand exactly what he is!"
"He hasn't harmed the muggles, and they have no defense against him. What do I have to fear? Besides, I have reason to believe that perhaps a wizards magical energy would benefit his feeding. It may help him gain power that he'll much need in the upcoming battle against the Dark Lord."
"To what expense? What if it drains your powers? There is a reason he hasn't taken one of us."
"Yes, I thought that had something to do with the fact you all don't trust him."
"And you do? You didn't see what we saw Draco. You don't fully understand the madness we saw in him that day. It's a threat everyday, whether that foolish boy thinks himself under control or not."
"I'm not asking for your blessing. I'm asking for a few potion ingredients to help him. I'm going to do this whether you agree to it or not, so you mine as well give me the things I need. I trust him." Draco fully believed that last bit though he could tell his godfather didn't.
With the fiercest sneer he'd ever seen grace his godfather face the man turned and stalked to his supply cupboard. Draco could hear the clink of numerous glass vials and jars, as Severus sorted through them, efficiently gathering the many supplies and placing them carefully into the sack Draco had given him. He handed the bag over to Draco with a final grunt before he resumed his work never giving the boy another glance.
Draco snorted and immediately made his way to his room; he had relocated to the same floor as Harry. The room next to him, in fact, which had an adjoining door. He entered stepping into the small personal parlor that overlooked the garden that didn't actually exist. They had set up a small laboratory the day before, filching supplies from the kitchen and the storage basement.
Harry looked up when Draco entered a small smile gracing his face. "I take it he wasn't too happy?"
"I take it you heard?"
"Hard not too, sorry. However, it might have not been such a good idea to tell him all the details of the situation, such as the fact that you're to be my only donor."
"Well I had to explain what I needed all those particular ingredients for. He knows everything to do with potions. There's really no way to hide their purpose from him, he'd have come to conclusions sooner or later. Then he'd refuse to help me the next time for my deception. He'll come around."
"I doubt it. When the issue concerns a Potter, he's resolutely pig-headed."
"Hmm… you two favor that way, I wonder if he's realized that."
Harry chuckled and took the bag from Draco's shoulder. "I'll get these sorted, and start preparing. You should get started yourself. I'll need to feed later today, and you'll need to rest afterwards."
Draco felt a pleasant thrum of desire rush up his spine, but he pushed it firmly aside. Harry had been teasing him mercilessly since yesterday, the hungrier the boy got the more incessant the teasing turned. "Yes, well. I'm sure I can handle it, but if you can't remain focused then I will demand you leave. This Lifeblood Excelerator spell is quite advanced and requires the utmost attention to detail. If not I could end up drying my blood up completely or causing my blood to reproduce at too fast a rate till I explode."
Harry's breathe was warm against his ears. "I'll drink every last precious drop down before that happens," he whispered.
Draco couldn't suppress the tiny shiver that ran through him, but he pushed it and Harry away. "Control yourself, Potter. I know that's a difficult concept for you, but do try for my sake."
Harry laughed and Draco heard the bag he held tinkle as it was sat on the table.
***(Mature content/sex warning!)***
Draco took his time in preparing for his first feeding with Harry. He couldn't ever remember being this nervous before a tryst, but then, he'd never been trysting with a dark creature. For a moment he wondered just what he'd gotten himself into, but the thought passed quickly. He was in as good of hands as he could possibly be he reckoned. He glanced at himself one last time, smoothing his hair for what he really didn't know.
Snuffing the few candles he had lit, he made his way through the door that separated their rooms. Harry was waiting beside the fireplace in the shadows, staring directly at Draco. He looked the personification of the things that happened in the cover of dark. He looked ravenous.
Draco moved to the center of the room and stopped, waiting for the next move, unsure what it would be. Harry decided for him. He moved faster than Draco's eyes could register, startling the breathe from him when he was grabbed from behind, roughly.
Harry turned him towards the full length mirror and he noticed it was placed just so the light from the fire would illuminate it. Harry was crouched low behind him, all of his face hidden except one piercing emerald eye and a shock of raven hair. His arms were wrapped fully around Draco, pale hands clenched together around the blonde's belly.
"You smell sweeter than anything I've tasted before," Harry murmured in his ear, and his swift pink tongue flickered out and briefly touched Draco's ear setting it on fire.
Draco leaned into the touch unable to resist even this smallest advance. He held Harry's gaze in the mirror, watching every infinitesimal change that occurred, each fueling the fire that had begun burning long before this moment.
"That evening you came to my door as I fed, I wanted to take you right then, fill my mouth up with you, drink you up."
"Is that so?" Draco gasped, Harry nipped him gently and his hands moved up slowly from their position undoing buttons in their paths.
"Yes. I wanted to take you the minute I'd found you. I could smell you then. All the way down in the dungeons beneath the filth. The sweetest smell ever. I'm truly amazed that I've made it this far without just taking what I wanted."
His shirt undone, one of Harry's hand peeled it from his shoulder, the other came up to press his head back against Harry's shoulder. He held Draco immobile like that, tweaking their positions just so that Draco could see everything from the mirror. How had Harry gotten so good at that?
Harry pressed kisses against the smooth flesh of his neck, tiny pecking ones punctuated by sharp nips that didn't quite break the skin. Draco moaned against the sensation, and watched as Harry closed his eyes against the sound seeming to drink it in.
"Do it," he whispered pleadingly, before he realized he had.
Harry chuckled and grazed his flesh with those razor sharp teeth. "My, my. Such impatience, another Malfoy trait?"
"No, I'm not a Malfoy tonight, Harry. I'm just Draco," he confessed reaching up to grasp the hand holding his chin.
"Draco…," Harry hissed. He moved against the blonde and Draco could feel his arousal press hotly against him for a fleeting moment before Harry moved away again. "Say it again."
"Bite me Harry. Take my blood," Draco groaned eyes still locked on the mirror.
Harry didn't disappoint. He struck like a snake, without warning, and Draco barely felt the pain of it. But he did seconds later, one single shocking moment of blazing pain that arched his back and brought the sting of tears to his eyes. Then it was gone as quickly rushed out as pleasure flooded in.
He felt the greedy tug of Harry's mouth pulling his blood from him, he felt his heart racing and heard the heady thump of it in his ears paired with another, slower beat. Harry's heart, he thought dimly before he could suddenly think no more. He couldn't see himself in the mirror, couldn't feel the individual limbs of his body, couldn't focus on naught but the steady thumping rhythm that was threatening to unhinge him completely. He could forget himself to this madness.
He cried out when Harry pulled himself away abruptly. He clung to the hands holding him, twisting in those deceptively thin arm, and clawing his way into the other boys embrace. "Don't stop, please."
"It's far from over, but that's enough blood. You wouldn't want me to drink you unconscious and miss out on all the fun would you?" His voice was thick and hoarse as if he were having trouble controlling himself. He brushed platinum bangs away from lust crazed eyes.
Draco lost any control he may have had at the gentle touch. The next moment he was clawing the clothes from Harry's thin frame, in his haste ripping a few buttons from the boy's robe front. He pushed it from his shoulders and forgot it, moving instead to the zipper of his trousers. He yanked them down slipping his thumbs between cloth and flesh and divesting Harry of the bothersome barrier.
Harry groan and moved them back, never breaking the contact until he was leaning against the bedpost. Draco paused long enough to look him over. He was beautiful, all pale perfect flesh, a trail of dark hair leading to Harry's thick erection. It stood nestled in a thatch of equally dark hair, parallel to his stomach and leaking pearly fluid. He licked his lips unconsciously, and pushed himself against the body before him.
He began at the boy's neck, tonguing and teasing and nipping much as Harry had done to him. He thrilled at the grunts and groans he tore from him. He moved with precision, making his way down the flat planes of his pectorals, latching onto sensitive pink nipples to tease them mercilessly. He pulled one roughly between his teeth and moaned as Harry bucked into him.
He didn't have a chance to claim the prize he'd been aiming for, Harry snatched him up roughly and tossed him onto the bed. Then he pounced onto the bed himself, pinning Draco's arms above his head and claiming his lips in a bruising kiss. Teeth and tongues clashed and Draco moaned loudly.
Distantly he heard fabric ripping but he couldn't mourn the loss of his clothing, not with Harry pressing against him, his body hot and cold at the same time. His nerve endings felt as if they were on fire, burning out of control. "Harry…"
"Look at me, Draco," Harry hissed threateningly.
It took a few moments for him, but eventually Draco managed to focus on the vision above him. Harry was nestled between his thighs like some dark demonic angel. The fire moved the shadows around him changing the shape and texture from one second to the next, the effects breathtaking and completely sensual. It was all he could do to keep his eyes from rolling into the back of his head and panting like a wanton whore.
"You're quite lovely like this little Dragon. Forgive me for lacking the patience for foreplay." That was all the warning he got before Harry pushed himself in roughly, all the way.
Draco cried out in pain, arching off the bed. Distantly he heard a sadistic chuckle, but then the pain dissipated, radiated outward till it was no more and all he felt was the fullness and the hot heat of his new lover. He pushed his hips up experimentally. Again he succumbed to moaning. The sensation was unlike anything he'd ever felt.
"Sorry," Harry smiled unapologetically. He began thrusting, meaningless, short thrusts that did little but tease.
Draco growled, and fought his restraints. He sought to push his hips up, but was met by Harry's taut belly and the maneuver hadn't gained him an inch of what he was after.
"I'm going to make you beg for it before I'm done," Harry murmured licking the tender wounds at his neck. "Say please, little Dragon."
"Harry Potter, so help me Merlin. If you don't move!"
"Your going to what, little Dragon?" There was a fractional rotation of the demon's hips, enough to make Draco pant and whine.
"I'm going to kill you, Potter! Move damn it!"
"Say the magic words."
"Please, you bloody wanker, please!" he shouted, quickly becoming desperate. His own cock was smashed between their bodies aching something unholy.
"Hmm…" Harry released his arms and drew the blonde's legs up over each shoulder. He pulled out fully, and grinned, and then he was back with a vengeance. He rammed into Draco, but there was no pain just an explosion of pleasure that made the blonde come on the spot.
He trembled and might have even wept, but Harry didn't stop pounding out a steady slow rhythm, much like the boy's dead heart, and in a few mere seconds Draco's libido recovered and he was clutching at the boy above him, whispering his name like a prayer.
It was hours before Harry came, or let himself climax. Draco had the feeling he could have kept going endlessly, had the blonde's strength not been waning so rapidly. He had begged, as Harry had foretold he would, and he had cried in sheer bliss, and he was pretty sure the entire house had heard him praising Merlin for the birth of Harry Potter of the Golden Cock.
His conclusion had been right. Harry had mentioned in passing, as they laid together basking in the afterglow before Draco nodded off. He could feel it himself, a slight difference in his magic. Harry had gained much more power in his feedings with a wizard. Oddly, Draco's magic had felt somewhat more vast too. He wasn't to sure what that implied at the moment, but he was far too physically worn to give it too much thought. All he could think of what that he was wonderfully grateful to whatever cosmic force had put him in Harry's arms with Harry's deceptively gentle hands lulling him to sleep as the shifted through his hair.
