Anything recognisable - not mine.
For the ones who only really come here for the Vlad/Harry slash, fair warning - this story contains direct Vlad/Ingrid as well as Vlad/Harry, if you don't read the incest stuff then feel free to skip this one, or move down to the line break to see just the Vlad/Harry part and give me a new prompt!
This was requested as a sort of... follow on to my 'No Time Like The Present' one shot.
"Harry can't forget what Vlad said about being with Ingrid, and he finally feels brave enough to ask."
Hmm... the general gist at the end of NTLTP was that Vlad bit Harry, so I guess this is all vampire.
Warnings include M/M/F stuff, mild restraint stuff, voyeurism and the whole Draculacest thing.
-YDHP-
They'd been conducting their three-way relationship for over six months now, and Harry adored being a vampire. Being able to match the strength and speed of his lovers, the intense pleasure Vlad had spoken of when biting went alongside the climax of their already amazing sex life making Harry stop and pinch himself to check it wasn't all some unbelievable dream. Something had been playing on his mind though, remembering the first night they were all together. Vlad had said it wouldn't be too unusual for he and Ingrid to... play together, and the heat that filled him at the image had never abated. Looking down at the twin puncture marks in his chest, Vlad and Ingrid's claiming bites to declare he belonged to them, Harry smiled. They had both argued it was too soon for him to agree to such a thing, but Harry had argued it was a bit late for that since Vlad had already turned him.
The last few months had been spent helping Harry master his new powers. He didn't have the vast wandless, silent capabilities of his Dracula lovers, but vampire powers were still pretty fantastic. The two Draculas were currently upstairs, waiting for Harry to finish his dinner (he still had a larger appetite than them, being new and still at the mercy of his thirst for blood) and join them in bed. Drawing on the Gryffindor courage he'd had to rely on to survive back at Hogwarts, Harry downed the rest of his blood, swiped his mouth clean and flitted upstairs. He wasn't sure he'd ever get tired of being able to dash around like that. His lovers were sat comfortably on the bed (they were still waiting on a custom sized coffin to fit all of them), clad in only boxers and a silk... something respectively. Harry felt his cock twitch, rising at the enticing sight they made.
"Are you alright Harry? You look a little... confused?" Vlad was always more in tune with his emotions than Harry would have expected of a vampire, but he put that down to them being linked through the bite. Ingrid was smirking casually, her true smiles reserved for more emotional times. Nodding, Harry tried to find a way to word his desire. "You remember that first night?" They both nodded, Ingrid unable to resist pointing out vampire memory was pretty flawless. "Specifically, do you remember when you said it wouldn't be unusual for you two to... you know?" They nodded again, understanding dawning in their varying shades of blue eyes. "I was wondering... is that still you know, true?" The Draculas stood then, coming to stand either side of Harry. They were both a little taller than he, Vlad an inch or so taller than Ingrid also. A hand grasped his erection, and he could feel the twin smirks against his neck. The whispering conversation they held against his skin made him shudder, trembling slightly at the sensation.
"I think our little half fang here is quite interested in seeing us together, what do you say little brother?" "I don't know Ingrid, do you think he wants it enough?" There was something deeply, darkly erotic about the way they intoned the words against him, talking as though he wasn't there and as though they weren't discussing something completely illegal in the world of breathers and magic. "Given that he could probably cut glass right now, I'd say so." Harry whined between them, a second hand joining the grip on his cock and squeezing. Harry felt the rush of magic only Vlad could command with such ease, then hands pushing him down into a seat and metal clicking around his wrists. "Slayers finest fang-cuffs, you're going nowhere wizard boy." Harry was lost already, feeling the bite of the cuffs against his arms as his lovers moved to stand in front of him.
"First things first, no offspring?" Vlad nodded at Ingrid, placing a hand over her stomach and whispering in Latin. Harry knew he should be able to hear them fine, but arousal was overriding everything else right now as the Draculas moved in to kiss each other. The common traits in their faces blended together seamlessly, their high cheekbones glowing in the candle light. Harry felt his cock twitch again, being reminded forcibly that he couldn't reach to fist at the erection as he sat trapped by the show they put on. He knew they hadn't done this before, but there was an ease in their motions against the other that Harry almost envied. He saw Vlad's cock rising, tenting in his tight boxer shorts as he moved to mouth over Ingrid's neck. Ingrid arched up, blatant invitation as Vlad nipped over the pale skin and raised bruises with his fangs. "Look at him Vlad, I bet he'll come before we're even done." "Mmm, or it'll be his first true bout of vampire jealousy." Ingrid's long, dark hair draped across Vlad's chest as she nipped at his collarbone, both of them repeating what they knew the other liked from being present most of the times Harry had been with one or both of them.
The lust was starting to leak into both their voices as they kept up a teasing commentary to Harry, Vlad's slender graceful hands dropping to lift the skimpy black material Ingrid had on. Harry couldn't help whimpering as her skin was revealed, the curves and mounds he adored being explored tentatively by her brother now. They all knew Vlad had never been with a woman, brief flings with other wizards at Hogwarts his only experience before finally making a move on Harry. There were common points he knew, like the way Ingrid let out breathy exclamations of pleasure as he squeezed the globes of her ass, but the almost innocent exploration of her chest was entirely new to him. He caught on quickly, moving to push Ingrid across their bed before laving his tongue over the peaks of her nipples, teasing at the hardening buds with his thumbs and smirking at Harry as Ingrid writhed beneath the touch. "Fuck, you wouldn't know you'd never touched a woman before Vlad" Harry panted, feeling precum leaking from his tip as he watched them together.
Vlad grinned over at Harry, leaning to whisper something to Ingrid. Harry assumed Vlad was doing his usual noble thing of asking permission, he always asked Harry if he was ready unless Harry took the initiative to sink down on Vlad's erection before he could ask. Ingrid nodded up at him and Vlad moved back, shedding his boxers and letting his cock spring free. Harry was sure he was drooling by now, both of them bare and aroused to his hungry gaze. The steady leaking of his cock was showing, a damp stain across his grey casual trousers and he could feel the stickiness in his pants. He knew they could both see it, their enhanced vision not compromised by the lower light levels vampires tended to. As Vlad moved to slide into place, Harry felt his fangs drop, sharp against his lower lip as his body thrummed with desire. Both Vlad and Ingrid turned to look at him as Vlad guided himself into Ingrid, but both their eyes fluttered shut against the sensations. "Blood, I didn't realise it would feel so different." Vlad's whole body shuddered, and Harry could only imagine the onslaught of feeling Vlad had never experienced before, Ingrid's silken wet hold a world of difference to the rough, slick feeling of penetrating a man.
His hips moved of their own accord, following Vlad's slow rhythm as he adjusted to the new feelings. Ingrid leaned up to kiss him again and Harry could hear them echoing sounds of pleasure into the others mouth, breaking apart periodically to release heavy breaths they didn't need but couldn't fight the habit of. Harry knew it wouldn't be long before he came, the tingling in his groin already reaching fever pitch as Vlad moved faster. He recognised the arch of Ingrid's back, the way her hands moved to grasp harder at Vlad's taut biceps and the shaking of Vlad's hips, the way his moans lowered to grunts as he neared release. Ingrid fell to the sensation first, the throaty sounds music to Harry's ears as they melded with Vlad's deep sighs, pushing him to climax just before Vlad finally surrendered to it all, clamping his teeth over Ingrid's shoulder as he came. The room was filled with the thick pheromones and heavy breathing for moments more, Vlad rolling to lie on his back next to Ingrid. A click of Vlad's fingers released the cuffs around Harry's wrists, allowing him to wriggle out of his now ruined clothes.
"Told you he'd blow before we finished, not even a touch to his cock." Harry moved to lie between them, smirking at the still slightly overwhelmed expression on Vlad's face. "It's hardly my fault you two are the most attractive vampires on earth is it?" Vlad rolled in closer to Harry then, kissing him gently and Harry could still taste the hints of Ingrid on his lips. By the time the taste was replaced solely with his own, Harry could feel Vlad hardening again, inspiring his own body to respond in kind. "Is it my turn to request a performance now? Because I think it's time you filled Vlad up for a change Harry." Vlad nodded eagerly to Ingrid's request, and Harry felt it would be rude to turn down such a suggestion.
They rearranged themselves slightly, Vlad flicking his wrist to lube himself up rather than wait for Harry to find his wand in the pile of clothes at the other end of the room. It was true Vlad topped more than Harry, but that didn't stop Harry fully appreciating the way Vlad arched and rocked onto his fingers as he stretched him, the higher-pitched mewls of pleasure Vlad only made when Harry stimulated his prostate. Ingrid's command of wandless magic wasn't as vast as Vlad's, but she could still conjure up the lube on her hand to wrap around Harry's cock, slicking him up to ease the slide into Vlad's body. Vlad leaned up to nip at Harry's collarbone when he got distracted by the hand on his erection, demanding his attention return to the male vampire. Ingrid smirked as she moved away, watching Vlad lift his hips to let Harry push inside him and looping his arms around Harry's neck.
They rocked together like this for a while, the usual urgency muted by their earlier climaxes as Vlad moved himself slowly over Harry's cock, whimpering into his neck and oozing precum down Harry's stomach. Eventually Vlad let go of Harry, laying back and bending his knees higher to change the angle Harry pressed into him at. The reason was obvious quickly, Vlad's shocked exclamation of "blood and garlic!" and the jerk of his cock telling Harry the feeling was more intense. Pushing into the willing body over and over, Harry could feel Ingrid's eyes on them and it only spurred him on further, reaching down to grasp Vlad's leaking cock and relishing the way Vlad twisted beneath him, torn between thrusting up into the grip and pushing back onto Harry's cock. Vlad's moans dropped to grunts, the tell-tale sign of his impending climax so Harry moved faster, thrust harder between Vlad's trembling thighs and let his fangs drop again. The angle was a little awkward with Vlad's height advantage, but Harry stretched up as he felt his own end near and bit down hard along Vlad's clavicle. The fluid spilling across his hand and painting both their stomachs was enough, Harry shuddering in pleasure as he spilled into Vlad's receptive body.
Vlad looked thoroughly fucked out as they separated, grimacing slightly as he always did at the sting of withdrawal. Harry rolled the prone vampire on to his front and Ingrid smoothed a hand over his lower back, the faint glow of healing magic making Vlad's whole body relax a little more. As Vlad turned back to face upwards again, he grinned up at Harry. "So, did we live up to your fantasy wizard boy?" Harry knew they both knew the answer to that, but taking in the twin Dracula smirks, he decided to tell a little white lie. "Not quite, I guess you'll just have to keep trying." Harry wondered if the Draculas had thoroughly corrupted him, or merely brought out a dark part of him that had always existed.
-YDHP-
I mentioned it in Chosen Two, but I'm basically out of ideas for these one shots now, so if you guys don't prompt me I can't do any more just now! My PM is open, and guest reviews are enabled so you can request stuff anonymously. Don't be shy, I'm not a hugely moral person!
