Top Harry Drabbles: Harry/Damon Salvatore
Chapter Summary: Vampire Diaries AU in which Klaus takes Damon hostage for Stefan's good behavior. He doesn't suspect Death to come a calling for what's his.
AN: It's been a while since I've seen The Vampire Diaries so... I don't exactly remember what Klaus' motivations were for anything. I just wanted an excuse for Harry/Damon.
Light footsteps echoed throughout the hallway of Klaus' hideout and he straightened, turning away from Rebekah, and listening deeper. The small, bleeding whimper from the body behind him made him smirk but he did not spare the younger vampire even a glance as they awaited whoever it was.
He had sent Stefan away, on another mission throughout the country, to find a scroll that would help in the ritual to unlock his wolf side so he knew it wasn't the other brother. And Elena and her friends were in still in Mystic Falls, reeling from his entrance to their lives. Klaus smiled wider at the delicious memories that filled his mind. It had been a month since he had slithered into the lives of Katherine's doppelganger and taken Damon Salvatore for a hostage.
He finally turned to the body of the younger vampire that he taken, the body that now resembled a desiccated corpse. Chains held Damon's wrists to the wall across from them but they were not needed now. The younger vampire had not received any blood for a month and would continue to go dry until Klaus was done with the both of them. Until Klaus found the answers he needed for the ritual.
"I can't smell anything," Rebekah muttered, narrowing her eyes and glaring at him. "Why did you have to take him, brother? You could have worked without him."
"Now I have leverage to use against Elena and her human friends," Klaus remarked, grinning and kicking Damon's body. The younger vampire didn't even move, didn't even twitch. His dark hair was lank and dry, thin and dirty. After a month without blood, a vampire's body shut down but didn't die. And Klaus had no intention of feeding him.
More footsteps echoed throughout the house they were in and his eyes narrowed, taking a deep breath. He could smell nothing, not a human or a creature. "What is this?"
The flutter of wings filled the hall before them and Klaus hissed, rocking back on his heels. The night sky surrounded them outside the house, the stars appearing to wink at them, before a man appeared in the doorway. The man was cloaked and had a stick behind one ear, long dark hair falling loosely in a mop on his scalp.
Klaus saw just a hint of dark wings before the man flipped his hood over and looked into glowing green eyes. The scar drew his attention only for a second before the man spoke, power flooding the great hall.
"Klaus… you have something that belongs to me."
"I have many things, in many places, stranger," Klaus remarked, smiling at the man. The hair on the back of his neck stood up as the man just stared at him, idle and unconcerned. "You need to be more specific."
"Your ritual will not work," the man offered, his voice low and old and English. "You're too wrapped in yourself that you do not see what is right under your nose."
"Whatever does that mean?"
"You had only to call on me… However… that offer has expired," the man said, with a slight slanted glance down to the body of Damon Salvatore.
The shadow of wings on the man's back grew bolder and finally Rebekah gasped, letting out a strangled noise. Klaus took a step forward and raised an eyebrow, taking in the set of four wings, of black archangel wings.
"Who are you?"
"I am no one and everyone," the man spoke, closing the distance between them and looking right into his eyes. "Death. Your mother and father knew better than to cross me. You would do well to learn, vampire. I can unmake you with one word."
"You knew… You are not a vampire."
"Perhaps." The man turned and walked right over to Damon's body, met his eyes, and then knelt, his wings fluttering behind him. "I was human once, like him."
Klaus watched as the man… as Death brought up a hand, brushing his pale knuckles over Damon's cheek, and then held up his hand. The chains that held Damon's wrists to the wall vanished and the younger vampire slumped into Death's hold. Death looked up at Klaus and then whispered a word under his breath, Latin, and a cut appeared in the creature's wrist.
Dark blood trickled down Death's skin and Klaus inhaled deeply, his nostrils flaring to try to smell only to not smell anything.
"My blood is for my chosen only. In other words, not you," Death offered, his lips curling into a knowing smirk. "Damon… time to wake up."
Death swiped a finger over the blood that welled on his wrist and smoothed it over Damon's lips, pressing the red liquid into the younger vampire's skin. Klaus stood, transfixed on the sight, as a quiet whine left Damon's throat. He saw the tip of Death's finger slip into Damon's mouth, imagining it brushing against the younger man's tongue and heat gathered in his stomach.
"There you are," Death whispered, as Damon began to wake up. Damon's eyes flashed and he moved only for Death to slip an arm around him and maneuver him closer, holding up his wrist for Damon to drink from. "Drink, darling. I've got you."
Death held his wrist to Damon's mouth and smiled as Damon licked at his wrist, before latching on and sucking at the blood. Klaus met Death's eyes even as the younger vampire drank his fill, feeding noisily from the wrist held to his mouth. Death still had an arm wrapped around Damon's back, holding the younger man up, but his eyes were fixed on Klaus, idle warning in his gaze.
A strangled gasp echoed through the silent hall and Klaus blinked, his cock twitching at the clear enjoyment Damon was taking from the blood he was drinking. He could also smell the stink of arousal, of desire filling the hall, and it wasn't from him or his sister. The hot scent of lust radiated from Damon and Klaus growled, taking a step towards the two men only for Death to stare at him.
"Shall I unmake you then?" Death asked, raising an eyebrow. "Or your sister perhaps? Your whole family?"
Rebekah threw an arm out to stop him and Klaus took a step back, staring at Death for a moment before shaking his head.
"You may have him. For now."
"We will have words later, Klaus," Death remarked, dipping his head towards him.
Death's lips twitched and a wing curled around Damon, hiding them from view.
Damon whined and bucked up into Harry's hand, still lazily drinking from the man's wrist. Blood dripped down his chin and energy raced through him, stitching him back together and heading right to his cock. His heart raced as he felt one of Harry's wings curl around him, hiding him from view.
"You came," Damon croaked out, pushing Harry's hand away after a moment.
"Of course I came. I'm not Katherine," Harry retorted, pulling him into a wet, heated kiss as one of his hands trailed down to cup Damon's cock through his jeans. "I actually give a shit about you."
Damon groaned and bucked into the fingers holding him, as Harry slipped his tongue into his mouth, sliding against his. It sent heat spiraling through him, sparks of electricity echoing within his body. "What happened to Stefan and Elena?"
"Seriously? You want to talk about them now? I've got my hand on your cock," Harry said, his breathing unsteady and his voice low with desire. "They're fine. So is Jenna though she's having to handle being a vampire now."
Damon moaned as Harry pulled him closer, onto his lap, making his cock slide against Harry's leg. He trembled with the need for more, for friction, and Harry leaned closer towards him, slid down his shirt and sucked a kiss into the crook of his neck. Another of Harry's wings brushed against his back, slightly curling around his neck, and he shuddered.
"More," Damon pleaded, letting his head fall to Harry's shoulder to press kisses to the man's neck.
"You already drank your fill," Harry argued, his hand slipping underneath Damon's jeans and grasping his cock, smoothing a thumb over the tip to gather the precome. Damon let out a strangled whine and arched back, his bending back and letting his head fall back against the wings behind him. "One per customer per 24 hours, thank you."
Damon snorted, the noise ending high and hot and Harry groaned, one of his hands sliding into Damon's hair and gripping just a little tight. "You're mine."
"It's not like you'd die," Damon added in between hitching breaths and fuck.
"Why do you have to be so mouthy, huh?" Harry asked, yanking lightly on his hair and pumping him. "I just rescued you from Klaus. Most people would say thank you."
"You chose me, you idiot," Damon offered slyly, breathing heavily and shutting his eyes closed as pleasure and sensation overrode his senses. Harry twisted and pulled him closer, sliding him back and forth over his lap and heat sent shockwaves through him as he trembled through his release. "Fuck. You could have just let me go."
He heard Harry's breathing hitch and stop, heard the man's heart stop for a minute, for two, before slowly restarting. Harry's wings still held him up, still encircled him, as pleasure rocketed through his body, making his toes curl in dusty boots. The ragged shirt he was still in was wet with blood, Harry's blood, and he didn't care about it drying.
Fingers cupped his cheek and flicked his forehead before drawing away. "I give a shit about you, Damon Salvatore. And well… you're hot when you come on my lap."
Damon snorted and slowly opened his eyes, looking into Harry's green ones. "You're the one who put me here."
"You're the one who got himself taken hostage by Klaus," Harry said, elbowing him. "You could have called me."
Damon turned away and then jolted. "The fuck were you thinking doing this here?"
Harry poked his shoulder. "Where else? I made an entrance. Klaus is suitably cowed, I think."
"Typical. Death makes an entrance," Damon said, rolling his eyes.
"What? I like making entrances," Harry argued, throwing up his hands in an innocent gesture. "You like making entrances too or so I hear."
"I need to talk to Klaus," Damon said, shrugging at Harry's raised eyebrow. "Get him to back off my brother and his friends. And Katherine."
"She still alive?"
"Yeah."
Harry grimaced and then sighed. "You and your good heart. Fine."
"Who says I have a good heart? Keep that to yourself. I have a reputation to hold," Damon argued, crossing his arms.
Harry pushed him off and uncurled his wings, vanishing them to wherever they went when they weren't needed and stood up. The charm he had kept up for privacy fell away without a word. "It's been a while since I've seen Stefan anyway. I'll stick around."
"Will you? I hear Mystic Falls is flooded with vampires and werewolves."
"I've seen worse," Harry offered, holding out a hand. Damon slipped his fingers into Harry's and let the man help him up. "Besides, you're one of the vampires in Mystic Falls and you're not so bad."
"I am offended and hurt."
Harry smiled, met his eyes and turned to look at Klaus. "So… you don't touch Mystic Falls again and I won't come after you. How's that for a deal?"
