That's a pretty quick turnaround then! I think I might concentrate my writing on the weekends, but it's my birthday next weekend, so it might be a while… I'll do what I can!
Oh, and in case you don't realise, when you come to the italics and the (…)s, that's what Draco is saying.
When Draco and Harry returned, hair dishevelled and clothes askew, it was to find an equally debauched looking threesome sitting at the table. They all made eye contact, but said nothing about the sexual tension that suffused the room. Harry's hand was still resting on Draco's neck and every so often he pressed his thumb into his claiming mark, reminding Draco who his Sire was.
They quickly moved into the lounge, where Harry poured whiskey for himself, Severus and Sirius. Draco and Remus curled up on the sofa together, and from what Harry could hear, Draco was reeling off a list of the games that were stacked in the corner of the room. There was something about Remus that gave off an inherently non-threatening vibe that didn't seem to trigger Harry's jealous side, which was strange, since Remus was technically a rival magical creature, so alarm bells should have been ringing all over the place. But when he thought about it more, Harry recognised the way that Sirius and Severus had seemed to hover around Remus every time he'd seen them, and he realised that his body must not recognise Remus as a threat because he was also a submissive like Draco, so he wasn't a threat.
Feeling more comfortable with leaving Draco, Harry motioned Sirius over and moved them slightly apart so they could talk privately. He hadn't had a chance to catch up with his godfather and he wanted to talk to him about his new living arrangements.
"Hey Harry," Sirius said, grinning and clapping a hand on his shoulder. "How are you doing?"
"Great, Sirius, I can't tell you how happy I am now that I have Draco back."
"Yeah, I've got to say, I've never seen the kid so happy, and he lived with us for nearly a year."
"He did?" Harry said, surprised. He and Draco hadn't talked about the aftermath of the war much, it was too painful for both of them, so he didn't know that Draco had stayed with the threesome, although he'd wondered how Draco knew them so well.
"Yeah, he was so distraught when you did your disappearing act that Sev insisted we take him under our wing. Me and Remus actually made him take veritaserum before we believed that he loved you, it just sounded so unlikely. But he's a good kid, and I can't think what would have happened if we hadn't looked after him, you know he used to come into our bed every night crying over you. I hope you're making it up to him now."
"I am Sirius, I didn't mean for any of this to happen, and I still can't believe that he wants to be with me. I will spend the rest of our lives showing him how sorry I am."
Both the men turned then to see Draco throw a pillow at Severus, who caught it and threw it back, before Remus tackled Draco to the ground and started tickling him mercilessly. The scene brought a tear to both of them, and Harry wanted nothing more than to always see Draco as carefree as he was now.
"So," he said, still not taking his eyes off the beautiful blonde, "I kind of understand how you'd get together with Remus, but tell me about Severus."
"Oh, well, you of all people should know how sometimes what appears on the surface isn't what's going on below the surface. Sure, me and Sev used to fight, but we were really just trying to get each other's attention. When he turned to Voldemort before the war I felt so betrayed, I was falling in love with him! Remus was there for me and we slowly got closer and closer, until one night we fell into bed. Then we learned that Sev was really a spy for the light, and I was so happy. We got to talking at the headquarters and got closer and closer. To my shame, I was so wrapped up in having Sev back in my life that I kind of forgot about Remus.
"As the weeks went on, I ignored Remus more and more, whilst I heaped attention on Sev. Finally, Severus and I were alone in headquarters one night and, after consuming an inordinate amount of alcohol, we kissed. Of course, that was exactly the point when Remus walked in. He locked himself in our room, I was begging for hours before Sev told me to let him try. I went down to the kitchen to get a cup of tea, and when I came back, the door was open and they were both practically shagging on the bed.
"Turns out that as I'd been putting distance between myself and Remus, he'd gotten closer to Severus, mainly by both of them moaning about me. Then Sev confessed his love for both Remus and me to Remus, and they hatched a little scheme to make me squirm a bit, since Remus was still a little pissed off that I'd been ignoring him. And we've been together ever since."
Harry was speechless. He couldn't quite believe that men who had lost so much, been torn apart by circumstance, had found each other again.
"And of course," Sirius continued, "the sex is unbelievable. You would not believe some of the ways Remus can bend…"
"Alright, alright, that's enough!" Harry choked. "So you love them, yeah?"
"With all my heart," Sirius said, not even smiling at how cheesy his words were.
"Even Snape?" Harry joked.
"Yeah, he may seem like he's a heartless bastard, but inside, he's just a boy who had to grow up to fast in a world that would never accept him. I can't tell you some of the things he went through, even when he was a child. He's the bravest, gentlest, most loving man I know."
"I can see I will have to get to know him all over again."
"Yeah, he was only ever so mean to you because you reminded him of the happiness that your parents had, a happiness he had never found. You know, a lot of people thought he was in love with your mum, but they were only ever friends, and he was soon using her to get closer to Remus."
It was then that Draco interrupted the heartfelt conversation with a cry of "Harry help me!" as he was set upon by Severus and Remus, who were wiggling their fingers menacingly. It was a mark of how relaxed Harry felt around the men that he didn't leapt to Draco's defence. Instead, he sauntered over to the sofa, where Sev and Remus had Draco pinned down. He stopped just in front of the three of them and bent down to look Draco in the eye. He grinned slyly, then feathered his fingers along the line of exposed skin between his shirt and trousers. Draco wiggled uncomfortably and started to whimper. Harry only continued to torture Draco and eventually everyone had joined in, turning on Remus as well until the two subs were squirming underneath their respective doms.
Finally attention turned to the real point of the evening, and they spent the next few hours competing ruthlessly at many different games, building up a scoreboard that was several pages long, which finally announced that Draco was the winner, closely followed by Sev, with Harry and Remus leading, and Sirius trailing cheerfully behind.
When the older men left that night it was with promises to return soon, but they'd consumed rather a lot of alcohol and the lust between Draco and Harry, and between Remus and his mates, had become so thick that none of them could think properly. At one, rather tense moment, when Draco and Remus were in the kitchen, Sirius had stumbled in and pressed Draco back into the counter, mouthing at his neck. Remus had wasted no time in hauling Sirius off the wrong man, but it hadn't been fast enough to stop Harry from seeing the two when he followed Sirius into the room.
If it hadn't been for Draco throwing himself at Harry and groping him fiercely, it seemed rather likely that Harry would have ripped his godfather's head off. But it was soon smoothed over, even if Harry's arms spent the rest of the evening locked around Draco's waist.
The door finally closed and Harry turned to Draco, his eyes suddenly dangerous, and his whole body seemed to transform into some sort of sexual animal. Draco suddenly recalled the threats Harry had made earlier, and he ran to the bedroom, not sure if he wanted to escape or be caught. Of course, he was never going to outrun Harry, and strong arms lifted him into the air as they crashed through the door, protecting his head when they crashed to the floor.
Harry quickly twisted to straddle Draco and pin him to the floor, grinding their erections together harshly as he hissed into the delicate ear "and that's all you're going to get tonight."
Draco moaned at the sheer eroticism of the situation, and didn't protest as Harry picked him up and lay him on the bed face down. He then lifted Draco up by the hips and held him there, stripping both them both of their trousers frantically, allowing his hands to knead the pale globes of Draco's amazing arse as he reached over to the bedside table to grab the bottle secreted there. "Do you know what I'm going to do to you, little one?" He asked, digging his nails in just hard enough to dent the surface.
"No Sire," Draco gasped, "but whatever it is, I can't wait for it." That was Draco's way of reassuring Harry that he wasn't going to freak out if he lost control. The young vampire had found himself craving rough play more and more, and had taken to squirming a little more than necessary when Harry fed from him, making the sharp fangs dig into his jugular just that bit harder.
Above him, Harry groaned at the wanton sound of his mate's voice, and he bit down on the soft flesh just below the small of his back. Licking away the few drops that spilled, Harry crawled up the bed, ripping off his and Draco's shirt, leaving them both completely naked on the bed. He pressed himself down on top of Draco's muscled back, covering, but not smothering, him.
"And you know why you deserve it, don't know Draco. Tell me how naughty you were."
"I…I…" Draco stuttered, barely able to string a thought together. "I teased you, Sire … I made you hard and didn't finish you … I … didn't tell you where I went … I let other men touch me …"
"Inappropriately?" Harry asked sharply.
"No … but no one should touch what's yours."
"Good boy, Draco. But I think I still have to punish you." Harry had never been harder in his life, and judging from Draco's desperate rutting against the sheets, neither had Draco. Any doubts he had about hurting Draco were wiped from his brain as the Sire bond took over.
He dragged the trembling blonde up onto all fours and slicked his fingers, pressing first one, then two into Draco's quivering hole. Scissoring his fingers he quickly stretched his mate and was soon easing himself into the hot channel. Unable to suppress his moans at the tight, velvety heat of Draco, he groaned loudly and finally, finally he was buried deep inside. Now for the fun to begin.
He stayed at still as he could, and as soon as Draco had adjusted, the blonde couldn't help squirming back onto him. Without warning, Harry brought his hand down on Draco's arse, a loud crack echoing around the room, closely followed by moans from both the vampires. Harry looked down to see the red print of his palm fading into the alabaster tone of Draco's beautiful skin. The sight was suddenly too much for Harry, and he drew his hips back, snapping them forwards quickly, back into that delicious heat.
Draco was in ecstasy, his senses on fire with bliss at the waves of lust that coursed through his blood at the dual sensations of pleasure and pain that Harry was giving him. He had never felt so controlled, so loved, and so fucking turned on.
That round was never going to earn either of them nominations for 'stamina king', and soon they were lying next to each other, panting and sticking to the sheets beneath them. Draco fell asleep quickly, he was clearly exhausted, but Harry stayed up, leaning on his elbow as he watched Draco's features settle into a peaceful slumber.
When he slept all the lines, not that there were many, on Draco's face were wiped away, and he looked even younger than he usually did. His blonde hair spread on the pillow like a halo and Harry's breath caught as a ray of moonlight fell across this vision of perfection.
He was just settling down himself when he heard a noise, and he stopped, worried that his shifting had woken Draco. The mumbling soon became more understandable, and Harry realised, with a smile, that Draco was talking in his sleep. He turned around and pushed the pillow away from his ear so that he could hear Draco's subconscious secrets more clearly.
…mmm…Harry…please…please don't…don't stop…
Harry couldn't help grinning in satisfaction, it seemed he'd penetrated Draco's being so thoroughly that even in sleep Draco felt him.
…love you…don't leave me…please…
…where are you…why him…why did you…
Draco was starting to get agitated now, and Harry wondered if he should wake him, but when he shook his arm, the blonde only grew more distressed. Harry settled for stroking his hair and trying to calm him, but it didn't work.
…contract…no…wrong…it can't be…I love you…why are you doing this…Harry!...
Draco was screaming now, but he immediately quieted, and only whimpered one more thing
…help me Toby…
Harry didn't know what to make of that, why was Draco asking someone else for help? Even if it was just a dream, why wasn't Harry there to protect Draco? Judging from the way Draco had been begging, Harry had done something awful.
But for now he had bigger things to deal with, like how Draco was burning up. Vampires didn't get sick, so whatever was happening really wasn't good. Whilst Harry was panicking, Draco's fever only burned hotter. At a lost, Harry gathered the helpless blonde into his arms and raced to the bathroom, jumping into the bath they'd shared that morning. Of course, it was stone cold now, which was just why he was there. Standing in the water he cradled Draco like a child, keeping his head above water and using his other hand to scoop water over the blonde hair that was soaked in sweat, water, and some of the desperate tears that had leaked from Harry's eyes.
After what felt like hours, Draco started to calm down, and his fever broke, vanishing almost as quickly as it had appeared, until Draco abruptly woke up and started to thrash about in shock and confusion.
"Draco. Draco, it's okay, it's fine. I'm with you, you're safe." Harry said, trying to intone his Sire voice, he knew it made Draco feel more secure.
"Harry what's going on? Why are we in the bath?!"
"You had a fever! I didn't know what to do! Vampires don't get sick, and you were so hot!"
"What are you talking about?" Draco said, rubbing his eyes. Harry still hadn't let go of him, but Draco wasn't sure he trusted his legs yet.
"You fell asleep, then you started talking in your sleep, you were getting really upset, begging me not to leave you. Then you went quiet but you were burning up, I didn't know what was happening, so I brought you here to cool down."
"Talking in my sleep? I've never talked in my sleep."
"Well you definitely were. It sounded so real to you."
"My mum used to sleep talk. I remember staying up listening to her. Did you know that the Malfoy bloodline has seer blood in it? Yeah, sometimes, some of the things she said actually came true! It was like, like a little piece of magic that was all my own, because she never remembered the dreams that were true."
Suddenly Harry's blood ran cold, and he tried to phrase his next question as nonchalantly as he could. He didn't want to disturb the serene expression on Draco's face as he remembered his mother. "So, do you remember what you were dreaming about?"
"No actually, but it wasn't that bad, was it? If it was I'd rather not remember it, if I'm honest." Draco said, pulling himself out of Harry's arms and hauling himself out of the bath to grab a towel and wrap it around himself.
"Yeah," Harry said hollowly, "it was nothing, I'm sure."
Ok, so yeah, that's that for this chapter…
Now, it's my birthday next weekend, and you know what the best present you could give me is? A REVIEW!
Seriously, please?
Even if the update is a few days old, please review anyway, it really means the world!
Plus, when the whole story reaches 100 reviews, I'll write the story of Harry and Draco's first night, the one that Draco wiped from Harry's mind. (Check chapter 1)
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