I don't own Harry Potter. D'uh. I do, however, own Trenton and Nathanael, and any character in this piece of fiction that's not from the original works by J.K.R. Except for Dracula. He belongs to everyone. ;)
A/N:
I'M ALIVE! :'D
... And I don't know how to even BEGIN apoligizing for making you wait this long. It's been over a year since the last time I updated, and I certainly don't blame you for being angry/irritated/disappointed in me. Heck, I'm sure many of my previous readers don't even remember this story. Trust me when I say, I'm ashamed of myself. How dare I call myself an author? :(
A lot's happened to me over the past year. I'm not going to bore you with every detail, but I had plans, and I needed to make those plans my number 1 priority.
Those plans have now been achieved; I've finally moved to Japan, I'm going to a Japanese language school, and despite the crazy amount of homework they give us every day, I finally have enough time on my hands to work on this.
Again, I sincerely apoligize.
To my new readers: Hello, and welcome to my insanity. Thank you for the encouraging reviews. Means a lot. :)
To my old readers: Sorry for making you wait. You know I love you guys. I'll try to be a better author from now on.
(Also, I'd like to apoligize beforehand for any spelling/grammar error I might have made in this chapter. I don't have a beta right now, and my usual beta-program isn't installed on my new laptop yet. I'm Swedish, y'know. My english aint perfect. So yeah. Enjoy! :D)
Chapter 26
Ron stared at the ceiling. Unblinking, dazed by his own thoughts, only half-asleep, and with a pounding heart, he stared at the dark surface until his vision blurred and his eyes started to sting.
The insanity of it all was starting to dawn on him, and he wasn't handling it as well as he would have liked. His body was thudding with every heartbeat, and his mouth felt dry.
Panic coursed through him.
In just a few hours, the cleansing ceremony would begin, and thus, Ron would take his first step into becoming one of them. The vampires. The blood-suckers. Killers. Undead. Demons.
Swallowing his neausea, Ron slowly sat up in his bed and turned to the window. The moon gleamed coldly at him. It didn't give a fuck.
With trembling hands, Ron pushed his blanket away and swung his legs over the edge of his matress. He'd been trying, without success, to fall asleep for the past three hours. Although he was exhausted enough to cry, sleep wouldn't come to him.
Restless as he was, Ron stood up and started to pace. Back and forth, he circled his bedroom, until the pacing itself made him feel even more restless than before.
How had he ended up being here? He certainly hadn't planned this.
Just a few months ago, Ron's main goal was to get good enough grades to get a decent job, marry a girl he fancied, get kids, teach them the fine art of quiddich, and live a normal, happy life.
And then everything changed.
If someone had told him back then, that he would soon find himself in another dimension, in a vampire's castle, facing the dangerous transformation of becoming one of them, he would've laughed and told them to pay a visit to S:t Mungus's department for the mentally ill.
This was insanity.
Ron sighed and dragged a sweaty palm over his face before putting his nightrobe on and leaving his room. If laying still in his bed didn't work, maybe a quick walk around the castle would. Anything to ease his mind. To calm him down.
Red eyes flashed before his mind before he could help it, and Ron paused.
Nathanael.
Why? Ron frowned.
Craving calmness, Ron thought of Nathanael. Him, of all people? The very person who would soon bite his neck, drink his blood and turn him?
The vampire prince? The son of Dracula himself?
No. Nathanael was more than that. He had become more than that to Ron.
He was the person who had patiently trained with him. Helped him regain his strength. Supported him through... all this madness.
But Ron hadn't seen Nathanael in several days.
Ron closed his eyes tightly and pressed his lips together to stifle the sob that fought to leave him.
He was scared. There was no denying that.
Fear would normally make him want to hide away. Lock himself in his room. Refuse contact. Get angry. Try to protect himself.
But tonight, Ron wanted someone to comfort him. Tell him that everything would be fine. He wanted to bury his face into a familiar chest, close his eyes, and breathe. That was all he wanted. But even something as simple as that, he was denied. Because Nathanael wasn't there.
Maybe, Ron thought bitterly to himself, he'd become a burden to the vampire prince. The royal one. The bastard.
"Bastard," he whispered, tasted the word, and finally allowed himself to feel angry. He felt so angry in fact, that his eyes throbbed. Stung. Blurred. "Bastard!" Leaning against the stone wall, Ron curled into himself and put a trembling fist against the wall.
Nathanael abandoning him had hurt him more than he'd realized.
Training with Harry hadn't been bad. Harry cared about him, Ron knew that. But that dind't change the fact that right now, Harry was being held by Tom, comforted by the older man, shushed into slumber, smothered with kisses.
And Ron was alone.
It wasn't fair.
Ron enjoyed spending time with Nathanael. He enjoyed talking to him, laughing with him, training with him...
Nathanael should have been there, with Ron, at that moment, holding him close and calming him down. Because Ron trusted Nathanael.
How, exactly, these feelings of trust had developed, Ron wasn't sure. He didn't know why he always felt calmed by Nathanael's presence. He didn't know why he felt safe with him. But he did. And now, when Ron needed him the most, Nathanael wasn't there anymore.
It made Ron feel more helpless than ever before. Helpless and scared.
Ron pushed away from the wall with a frustrated sigh and hugged himself to stop the shivering as he continued walking down the corridor.
The castle was silent. Ron wasn't sure if he liked it or not. The silence made him feel lonely. And the irony that everyone else was asleep, while he, the main figure of tomorrow's event, strolled the castle like a restless ghost, was not beyond him. He was the one who needed the rest.
Ron blinked and cast a glance towards his feet. Realizing that he had started walking down the stairs to the third floor, Ron's first impulse was to turn around and walk back to his bedroom. The third floor was full of vampires that he didn't know, and didn't trust, and Ron had been told not to go down there alone.
Not every person in the castle was thrilled to have him there, after all. There had to be at least a few vampires who disagreed with the things that were about to happen. Some of them were probably angry about it.
So Ron turned around, but stopped just as he was about to take the first step.
Nathanael's bedroom was on the third floor.
Ron hesitated. He glanced down the stairs. He couldn't hear anything. And he didn't see anyone. Was it worth the risk?
It probably was, right? Ron chewed on his bottom lip for a few seconds. Nathanael was down there, somewhere. Perhaps sleeping, but Ron couldn't care less. The urge to see the older man grew stronger with each passing second. Not to mention the questions Ron wanted to ask.
His feet made the desicion for him. Carefully, as to not make too much noise, he walked down the stairs. When he reached the third floor, he took the dark corridor in. The moonlight provided him with enough light to make sure that he was, in fact, alone.
Ron swallowed, hugged himself even closer, and silently made his way to Nathanael's door.
He was going to knock, Ron thought to himself. He was going knock, and if Nathanael didn't open it up right away, he was going to continue knocking until said vampire let him in. That far he had planned ahead. Considering how he only had a few seconds to think about it, it was a fairly good plan, too.
After knocking, and being let inside, Ron would play it cool. He would casually ask why Nathanael hadn't trained with him lately. He was going to say something ice cold to make sure Nathanael knew how pissed off he was about it. Yeah, something really cool and really clever.
Then he would ask about what was going to happen tomorrow. Nathanael was the one who was going to turn him, after all. The prince ought to know all sorts of things.
Why hadn't Nathanael told him about it?
Ron's heart ached.
All these secrets. All the time.
Ron had already been standing outside Nathanael's door for a good minute before he finally put his hand against it. Not in a knocking way, however. Palm against wood. A caress.
Ron frowned and gritted his teeth. He was there! Just knock the door already!
He glared bitterly at his hand. It wouldn't obey. It continued stroking the surface of Nathanael's door like it was touching someone's cheek. Slowly, gently. Ron's heart ached even more.
And then, all of a sudden, the door opened. Ron's head snapped up, and he took a step back. Had the door opened by itself? Had he accidently preformed some sort of wandless magic? Should he close it again? Should he run away?
Ron's eyes were going wide with panic when Nathanael's face revealed itself behind the door, staring directly at him. Ron's already aching heart started pounding wildly.
Nathanael's hair fell over his shoulders in dark waves, dark eyes piercing Ron as he took the sight of the vampire prince in. Clad in an elegant black robe, Nathanael looked, more than ever, like a beautiful, frightening dream. Perfect, even when he wasn't trying to be.
"I thought I heard something," Nathanael said, voice hoarse. "What do you want?"
Ron felt as if he'd been slapped. This wasn't how things were supposed to go.
He was supposed to knock the door, get inside, and demand answers. Not get treated like an annoying child. An eyesore. And the fact that Ron couldn't come up with anything even remotely cool or clever to say made it even worse. He just stared at Nathanael, gaping slightly.
Nathanael's eyebrow quirked.
"Are you sleepwalking?"
"No," Ron said quietly, relieved that he finally found his voice. "I was just..."
"... What?"
The cold tone of Nathanael's voice made it unbearable. Ron's mouth snapped shut, and when his eyes started stinging with angry tears, he turned his face away.
"Nothing. I'll go."
His feet wouldn't move. Ron made a frustrated noise at the back of throat. Every fiber in his body wanted to leave. Run back to his own bedroom. Punch something for making him feel so miserable. Cry. Hide. Sleep.
But he couldn't move.
Nathanael stared at him for a few seconds.
"You're still here."
"Yeah. Sorry about that."
Nathanael opened the door wider in order to cross his arms over his chest. And then he sighed. Ron flinched.
"Did you want to talk about something?"
Ron could only nod silently, still facing away from Nathanael and his harsh voice.
"Then talk."
Warm wetness spread over Ron's cheeks. The frustration spilled over.
"You're such a fucking bastard."
Nathanael hadn't expected that. The silence told Ron he hadn't. It wasn't cool, and it wasn't clever. But Ron enjoyed saying every syllable.
"... Excuse me?"
"You heard me," Ron said, voice somewhat collected, despite the inner turmoil he was experiencing.
"I did, but..."
"You don't think you deserve it?" Ron quickly swiped most of the tears away and turned to Nathanael with angry eyes. "I'll say it again."
Nathanael frowned but didn't say anything. That was fine. Ron would do the talking.
"I'm getting turned tomorrow. And guess what Harry told me? YOU'RE the one who'll be doing the turning. Funny how you never mentioned that."
"... You're angry because I'm the one who will turn you?"
"No, you idiot!" Ron snapped. "I'm angry because you never told me! I'm angry because you stopped training with me without telling me why! I'm angry because I haven't seen you in days!"
"Oh..." Nathanael seemed to be at a loss of words.
"Oh? Really, that's all?" Ron continued, having bottled up both anger and frustration for several days. "What happens tomorrow is... I'm scared, okay? I'm terrified. And I wanted to talk to you about it. I trusted you. But you just left."
Nathanael's expression turned into a sadder one, but it didn't help.
"Ron, I'm so-"
"Did I do something? Am I offputting in any way?"
"It's not like that, I just... I-"
"Well, you certainly act like I am! I've been alone all this time!" Ron gritted out. "I thought you'd care. But you never showed up. You weren't there."
"Harry must have-"
"Harry isn't you! Harry has his own problems to deal with. He has Tom to rely on. And he wouldn't understand."
"What makes you so sure that I would?" Nathanael bit back, a bit harsher than Ron had expcted. "Huh? Why would I understand what you're about to go through?"
Ron stared at him, eyes wide and unblinking. Fresh tears resting on his lids. He didn't know what to say. Why would Nathanael understand? It was actually a good question. Why did Ron want Nathanael to be there for him so badly? Why was Harry not enough?
"I don't understand what it's like to be human, Ron." Nathanael sighed and turned his gaze to the floor. "I was born like this, remember? How could I possibly understand? What could I possibly do to help?"
"You could be with me. Listen to me. Talk to me." Ron sniffed and shifted his feet. "Look... I don't get it either. During the last few days, I... I just... wanted to see you."
Nathanael didn't reply to that, and Ron's tense shoulders finally sagged. Drained. Exhausted. Hurt. He turned to Nathanael with tired eyes.
"I'm going now."
This time his feet did obey him. He turned, and he started walking. But he didn't get far. Nathanael's hand grasped his wrist and turned him around.
"Don't." Nathanael suddenly seemed just as drained as Ron felt. "Don't... leave. Come inside."
Hesitatingly, Ron allowed Nathanael to lead him into the dark bedroom. The candlesticks next to the bed were almost burned out. So, Ron thought to himself, Nathanael couldn't have gotten that much sleep either.
Ron gaze went from the candles, to the bed with dark blue silk sheets, to the windows where the windowsills were adorned with vases full of red roses, to the elegant full-body mirror leaning against the wall. On the other side of the room, there was a small table with two comfortable looking armchairs. Ron took a seat on one of them, suddenly feeling nervous. Nathanael took a seat on the other one.
"I wanted to see you, too."
Ron turned to Nathanael with a glare.
"No, you didn't. You stayed away. If you wanted to see me, you could've seen me."
"I... I thought it was for the best," Nathanael sighed, and dragged a hand over his face.
"Well, it wasn't," Ron said, and realized with a sting of irritatoion that it made him sound like a pouting kid. "Why would you think that?"
Nathanael gave a joyless smile and leaned back against the chair, keeping his eyes away from Ron.
"It's complicated."
Ron sighed.
"I might be daft, but if you explain it slowly, I might understand," he said, words dripping with irritated sarcasm. But when Nathanael finally turned to look at him, expression gentle, eyes hurting, Ron's heart skipped a beat.
"You're so young..."
"Great, so now I'm stupid AND childish."
"That's not what I meant-"
"Then stop beating around the damn bush!" Ron stood up. "I'm here now. You asked me not to leave. So talk to me."
Nathanael stood up, too. Slowly, he made his way to Ron. Not being able to stop it, Ron felt his cheeks heating up. There was something in Nathanael's gaze that made him want to...
"Do you know what a vampire is?"
Ron swallowed nervously and tried not to notice the way Nathanael's robe fell over his broad chest.
"I... have a pretty good idea."
"And what do vampires do?"
"... You... Uh..."
Nathanael was close. Much too close. And not close enough. Ron's gaze flickered, until it finally landed on the floor, where it was safe.
"You... drink blood?"
"Mmh... And why do we drink blood?"
"Well, there's the issue of hunger, I suppose, but-" Ron rambled, feeling even more nervous when Nathanael's hand suddenly came up to caress his jaw, fingers dancing over skin, sliding towards Ron's neck.
"You really have no idea what you do to me," Nathanael whispered.
"What do I do?" Ron mumbled, heart poudning heavy in his chest, as the urge to touch Nathanael became too much. He placed a trembling hand on Nathanael's chest, marvelled at the way the vampire's muscles vibrated as he spoke.
"You drive me crazy."
Nathanael's lips danced over Ron's cheek, kissed it, wandered. Strong hands grasped Ron's hips to pull him closer, and Ron didn't do anything to stop him. Couldn't do anything.
Didn't want him to stop.
His pulse was already at its' peak, and every time Nathanael's cool lips touched his skin, it sent burning pleasure down his back, over his chest, until it settled in his groin, where it pulsated and glowed and almost burned him with passion.
A gasp escaped him, and he pressed closer to Nathanael, desperate to feel more. His hands were roaming over the vampire's chest, pulling on the black robe, and he whined with frustration when it wouldn't open.
And then Nathanael stopped, just as suddenly as he had started it. Panting, he grabbed Ron's shoulders and kept the teenager at arm's length. His head was bowed, and the black hair served as a curtain, hiding his face.
Ron stared confusedly at him, panting just as hard as Nathanael did, irritated that they weren't continuing. And then it struck him. What they had been doing...
Shocked and embarrassed, Ron swallowed hard and tried to calm himself down.
"Th-that was... Um..."
"That's what you do to me," Nathanael said, voice strained. "I don't trust myself around you. Everything about you is attractive to me."
"Wha-... Everything?" Ron asked carefully. Nathanael straightened up and took a step back, looking as if he was in pain.
"Yes. Everything. The way you look, the way you are... The way you speak, and the way you laugh... Your temper, your aura... Your scent. Everything is intoxicating to me."
Ron took a deep breath and made a final attempt at calming down.
"So... You're..."
"I'm not strong enough..." Nathanael sighed and took a seat again, leaning his elbows on his knees. "If I accidently bite you, before the ritual, everything would be ruined."
"B-bite me?"
Nathanael gave a weak smirk.
"Why do vampires drink blood?"
Ron didn't answer. Nathanael turned away from him before continuing.
"It's difficult to explain. You'll understand when you experience it yourself. Drinking blood is more than just feeding. Drinking from someone random is oviously nothing more than that. You eat. Because you need their life force. Their energy."
"... Go on." Ron took a seat on the floor in front of Nathanael, gently pressing the vamire to explain. Nathanael gave a pale smile.
"That's feeding. The more common way of drinking blood. But when you... When you..."
"When you care about someone?" Ron asked, keeping his voice even. Nathanael nodded.
"I suppose that's one way to put it. When you... care about someone, the act of drinking from that person becomes so much more than just feeding. It's an intimate and passionate way of sharing the energy. And passion is a strong force, Ron. I'm not always strong enough to fight it. Having you this close to me... Brings out certain traits that I don't want you to see yet. You're only human. You're frail. You're precious to me."
"You mean you can't... control yourself?"
"Yes. That's what I mean. I care about you, Ron. So much that I want to..." Nathanael went silent, tense, and kept his gaze firmly on the floor. He seemed to be ashamed.
"And that's why you stayed away?"
"Yeah. I didn't want to risk anything... I figured, I'd... Wait. Until it was time."
They sat in silence for a few minutes, both engulfed in thoughts. Ron felt confused. Nathanael had stayed away from him, not because he didn't care about Ron, but the very contrary. It made him feel relieved. Happy, even. And it was doing odd things to his heart.
But Nathanael had a point - if, God forbid, Nathanael did lose control... what would happen? Would everything be ruined? And everything that Ron had been through so far would be a waste?
"It would be... great," Nathanael started, "if you and I didn't see each other until tomorrow."
"You want me to leave?" Ron asked quietly. It hurt. Seeing Nathanael's face for the first time in several days, and being asked to leave almost right away. He didn't want to leave. He wanted to stay.
"I didn't say I want you to leave," Nathanael said, just as quietly. "I just think it'd be best."
"You'll bite me if I don't leave?" Ron asked boldly. He gave Nathanael a hard, searching stare. "You'll drink my blood? Kill me?"
"... Ron, if I lose control, I don't know what'll happen."
"Then don't lose it," Ron said, sounding more confident than he felt. "I... I can't sleep. I want to stay here."
Nathanael started to shake his head, but Ron wouldn't let him.
"Just... Stay focused. You can do that, right? You're a prince."
"My royalty has nothing to do with how I control my thirst."
"Then... Okay, what if I slap you really hard if you start losing it?"
This was a strange conversation.
Nathanael did smile at that, however, and so did Ron.
"You can't sleep?"
Ron shook his head.
"I've been trying for hours. I'm too nervous."
"And you think you'd be able to sleep if you're here?"
It was an embarrassing question. Nathanael even had the nerve to smirk a little. Ron turned his blushing face away before answering.
"We don't know until we try."
Nathanael chuckled. His eyes were still full of worry, but eventually, he sighed.
"Fine."
"... Really?"
"Yeah. But... Just... Don't..." Obviously at war with himself, Nathanael gave a frustrated sigh and raked a hand through his hair. "Don't smell so nice."
Fighting the urge to laugh, Ron cleared his throat.
"I'll do my best."
"... If I lose control-"
"Slapping. Really hard."
Nathanael smiled, but took on a more serious expression.
"I'll kill myself if I hurt you."
"... Then don't hurt me."
They stared at each other for a few seconds, challenging each other to back out, Ron supposed. But neither gave in. And Nathanael gestured towards the bed.
"Go ahead."
Ron swallowed the lump of nervousness that gathered in his throat, and walked towards Nathanael's bed. The blue silk sheets looked inviting. He put a hand on the matress before climbing into the bed. The silk felt smooth and cool under his palm. It smelled like Nathanael.
Nathanael watched him get comfortable, before slowly following Ron onto the matress, keeping his distance. There was only one blanket, and Ron got most of it. Nathanael didn't seem to mind.
Drowsiness quickly washed over Ron's senses, and he yawned before turning to Nathanael, who was keeping his gaze firmly on the ceiling.
"Is... Is it going to hurt?"
"Which part?"
"The transformation, of course."
Nathanael smiled sarcastically.
"I'll bite your neck and drink your blood. I imagine it's not going to be painfree. Then again, I wouldn't really know. I've never done it before."
Ron pouted a little.
"... You're supposed to comfort me, you know."
"Would you prefer me lying to you?"
"Uh, yes?"
Nathanael's chest rumbled as he chuckled.
"Fine. The transformation? No worries - it only tickles for a few minutes. Then it's over. You'll be a vampire and live happily ever after."
Ron chuckled at the fairytale ending, but went silent shortly thereafter. Happily every after? Alone?
"Ron?" Nathanael kept his voice low, as if he suspected that Ron had fallen asleep.
"And you?" Ron asked, trying to keep his voice from trembling.
"Huh?"
"... Will you live happily ever after?"
"Well, I've been living for hundreds of years already, and I'm not exactly depressed," Nathanael stated, humor glowing between the words. Ron smiled.
"I see."
Tense silence fell between them, as if they were trying to read each other's minds. Ron didn't know what to say. Didn't have anything to say. Falling asleep still didn't seem like a remote possibility.
"But..." Nathanael started, fatigue making his voice husky. "You know... There's always room for improvement."
Ron blinked, craning his neck to get a better view at Nathanael's face. The prince was still facing the roof, as if even glancing at Ron would make him go nuts. Strangely enough, it made Ron's heart beat at a funny rhythm.
"Such as?"
Nathanael's throat moved slightly as he swallowed before answering.
"Finding someone who would be willing to spend eternity with me... Wouldn't be too bad, I suppose..."
Finally, the vampire turned to look at Ron. Despite the darkness that surrounded them, Ron could still detect the warmth in Nathanael's gaze. The warmth, and the want. It made him go dizzy.
"Are there certain qualifications?" Ron asked, voice low. Nathanael smiled briefly.
"Well, I've always had a thing for redheads..."
Ron felt his body go tingly. The few inches that separated him from Nathanael suddenly seemed like miles. Without thinking, he moved closer. Nathanael didn't move away, but kept his gaze steady on Ron.
When their sides touched, Ron swallowed tightly and had to close his eyes for a few seconds. He wanted to touch Nathanael. Let his hands discover his body. The part of his brain that still operated the way it was supposed to reminded him that Nathanael was already having a tough time just being close to him.
Ron understood that.
But that fact alone also made Ron want to touch Nathanael even more. Make him lose control. Unleash the beast. Ron wanted to see that side of Nathanael, even if the prince himself didn't want Ron to see it.
Temptation grew. Urge became too much. Hand slipped.
Ron rolled over to his side, pressing his chest against Nathanael, and put his hand on Nathanael's chest, much like he'd done just a little while ago. Nathanael hissed and shut his eyes closed.
"... Slipping..." He grunted out. Ron licked his lips. Something took over. Something within himself that he hadn't been aware of until now. Something raw and pure and burning. Agressive and demanding.
"I'm the one who's slipping," he whispered. "I... I'm sorry."
Nathanael's eyes opened, and Ron trembled at the blackness that pulsated there. Dark, and dangerous, and he loved it. Wanted to see more.
"Don't," Nathanael panted, chest heaving. "If you don't stop this, I can't-"
"I can't stop," Ron gritted out, desperation filling him up. "I... I want..."
"I can't promise that I'll be able to control myself," Nathanael whispered.
"I'll slap you if you bite me," Ron whispered back just as his hand slipped under Nathanael's robe and touched skin for the first time. Nathanael bit back a moan as Ron's nervous fingers grazed a nipple. The reaction made Ron gasp.
And finally, Nathanael's control snapped. Broke down completely.
With an almost feral growl, he rolled over, hovered over Ron, glared at him with piercing black eyes. Ron stared back, trembling with arousal.
"I'm going to kill you for this," Nathanael growled. Ron gave him a weak smile.
"Liar."
The kiss that followed was harsh. Painful almost. Lips crashed into one another as if fighting furiously for their life, and Ron was instantly addicted. Wanted more. Needed more.
His legs spread widely apart as Nathanael sank down between them, and gave a hard thrust. It was enough for Ron to break the violent kiss in order to gulp for air. The pleasure was insane. Everything about Nathanael was insane. And Ron thrusted back.
The fabric of their robes that kept them apart was quickly shoved aside, desperately, and they both grunted with uncontrollable need as they continued thrusting their weeping lengths against each other. The sensation of slick skin against skin was driving Ron mad.
So intimate. So personal. So good.
Nathanael was strong. His muscles gleamed in the moonlight, and Ron's hands roamed hungrily over them as he urged the prince on. When they finally separated long enough to look at each other, Ron was left breathless.
Nathanael looked gorgeous. It wasn't just the glistening muscles or the ruffled hair... His face was extraordinary. Smirking, confident, dominant. Gone were all signs of shame and hesitation. This was Nathanael's true nature. Ron shivered and dug his fingernails into Nathanael's shoulders, causing the vampire to wince briefly.
"Do you feel good?" Nathanael husked and leaned down to lick at Ron's trembling lips. His hair tickled Ron's cheeks.
"Y-yes," Ron gasped, and threw his head back with a low moan when Nathanael gave an extra hard thrust. "God..!"
Whatever had washed over his senses was stronger than Ron's own will. Nathanael's presence was all that mattered to him. Having him so close felt incredible.
"Nngh... N-nathanael," Ron managed and hugged Nathanael closer with his legs. A strong hand gripped Ron's side, fingers following the way Ron's muscles moved as he arched into Nathanael, pulling him even closer.
Ron had never experienced that kind of passion.
Never before had he felt so hungry for contact, so desperate for release, or so drunk on pleasure.
Blindly, Ron's hand went up behind Nathanael's neck and fisted the black hair. Yanked it. Nathanael hissed and paused his movements. With an irritated whine, Ron opened his eyes and gave the prince a confused glare.
Nathanael gave him a dark look before leaning closer with a cruel smirk.
"Demanding, are we?"
Ron's entire body pulsated with need, made it difficult to focus, or understand what Nathanael was saying. He whimpered and gave a weak thrust against the older man's groin, but Nathanael didn't respond. He stayed perfectly still, except for the hand on Ron's hip, where long fingers slowly caressed Ron's skin in seductive circles.
"I'll give you more," Nathanael said, blinking slowly, "if you tell me you want it."
Ron gulped and turned his face to the side, trying to stop himself from quivering. Nathanael gave a husky chuckle and leaned in closer, placing light kisses on Ron's collarbone.
"Well? Do you want it? Or do you want me to stop?"
"No... Don't..." Ron gritted his teeth and shuddered briefly. The waves of pleasure still crashed his senses. He couldn't speak properly. "D-don't stop... I want... Ah!" Ron's back arched when Nathanael's lips found an erect nipple to suck on. "M-more!"
"Does it feel good when I do this to you?" Nathanael kept his voice low. "Does it feel good when I touch you?"
Ron nodded. He cracked his eyes open and gave Nathanael a lusty stare.
"Feels really... good..."
"Where do you want me to touch you?" Nathanael's voice was like silk. "Can you show me?"
It was cruel. Sadistic, even. Why it turned Ron on as much as it did was beyond him. He dind't want to know. He didn't care.
Ron reached for the hand grasping his hip, swallowed tightly, and slowly guided it to his glistening erection. Face stubbornly turned away from Nathanael's glowing eyes. Long fingers grasped him tightly, and Ron bit back what would have been a yell of pleasure. His knees shook as they spread further apart, beckoning Nathanael to continue. Pleading for it.
"Good boy," Nathanael husked. "Mmh... You're so hard for me," he moaned and brought their cocks together in a firm fist before stroking them. Ron gave a quiet whimper and tried to urge Nathanael to go faster. The slow pace left him dizzy, and frustrated.
"Faster," he whined breathlessly, forgetting all about his pride and how embarrassing it all was. "Do it... Faster!"
Nathanael obliged without saying a word. Instead, he just watched Ron as he squirmed on the mattress beneath him, shaking with pleasure, head thrown back, mouth gaping slightly. Ron's hand clawed at Nathanael's chest as they came closer to the edge.
"Wha-..." Ron gasped out and threw an almost startled glance towards their groins. "I'm c-cum-"
Nathanael crashed his lips into Ron's with blistering need. Moans escaped both of them when the pleasure became too much, and finally spilled over. Their movements became uncontrolled, clumsy almost, as they rocked together tightly, grinding furiously against one another.
Even after they'd emptied themselves, they continued to thrust, slowly, holding onto each other, panting with exhaustion. Lips found lips, and they kissed. Gently, this time. Carefully.
Ron whimpered slightly as Nathanael removed himself from their embrace, and placed himself next to Ron instead, arm draped across the human's stomach, hand rubbing Ron's damp skin soothingly. Ron craned his neck so that his forehead pressed into Nathanael's chest. He was still trembling.
And although it soon dawned on him that what he'd just done was a huge step, panic never came over him. Not the way he'd expected it to. Instead, he felt strangely calm. Satisfied. Safe. Nathanael's scent filled him up, and he smiled slightly to himself.
"Y-you," he panted tiredly, "didn't bite me... Stayed in control..."
"... Well, I certainly didn't want to get slapped."
A few seconds of content chuckling went past, and they stilled against one another, waiting for sleep to arrive. Nathanael's hand stroked lazy circles over Ron's abdomen.
"Don't worry about tomorrow. Everything's gonna be fine."
Ron closed his eyes and inched closer to Nathanael. The joy that filled his chest nearly hurt. The words he'd been waiting for were sweeter than he'd imagined.
"Yeah. It'll be fine."
TBC.
*blinks confusedly*
... The fuck? What just happened? I was supposed to write about the ritual in this chapter! How did I end up writing smut instead? xD
I apologize, beloved readers. For it would seem my characters do, in fact, have a mind of their own. I'm not the one in control here. ^^' (Or maybe I'm just sexually frustrated, therefor I unknowingly write smut as a means to deal with it. One or the other.)
The ritual WILL, however, take place soon. There's only so much I can do to stall it. ;)
Hope you enjoyed this. And please - leave me a few reviews! ^^
