AN: Second part of obsessed. I just wanted a different page for this chapter, though it goes along with the theme of the last. READY! SET! SMUT!
(my first smut scene, so, be nice.)
Chapter Six - Obsessions Pt.2: Bloodlust
A groan escaped Draco's lips as he threw his head back onto his soft pillow. A pair of hands made their way up his bare chest, stopping at his throat, and a single finger trailed its way up his chin to his mouth. The pair of hands were followed by a pair of lips, the owner, a dark haired boy with bright green eyes, which were now shining in the dim candlelight. Draco smiled as Harry kissed him softly, his fingers moving from his throat up his arms, which were handcuffed to the bed frame. Harry reached up to where his hands were, leaning over Draco's face, his chest brushing Draco's lips, which reached out hungrily. Harry's eyes fell upon Draco's scars, lining his arms, long and deep. He kissed them, taking a deep breath in.
"My boy's got a bloodlust, does he?" Harry carefully ran a finger down one of the scars. As his finger slid down them, they magically opened, small trickles of blood spilling down his pale arms, contrasting greatly against his skin and the white bed sheet beneath the two boys. Draco took a sharp breath, and looked up as Harry moved his face closer to his outstretched arms. Harry's tongue snaked out and slowly licked the line of blood, the blood rolling onto his tongue. Draco let out a small noise, closing his eyes for a moment, then opening them. Harry came back down, nibbling his ear for a moment. He then carefully kissed his way down to his neck, to his collarbone, his chest and his stomach, stopping just below his navel. Draco looked down, his breathing becoming steadily heavier.
"Well…go on then." he looked at Harry incredulously.
"Oh, but I love to see you squirm." Harry grinned wickedly. Draco smirked and put his head back again, letting a huff out impatiently. He felt fingers along his waist, moving slowly down to his legs, and inner thighs. Draco arched his back slightly and he heard a soft chuckle from Harry. Suddenly, Draco felt himself be engulfed by the other boy. A gasp escaped him, in spite of himself. A slow rocking motion set him off, and he opened his eyes to find the other boy straddling him, his hands now making their way up to Draco's neck. Draco moaned louder this time, a great wave of pleasure washing over him. The feeling was incredible, as though he and Harry were as one. The sound of Harry's groans was music to his ears, and the two boys were locked in ecstasy.
Just as Draco felt himself nearing his climax, Harry leaned forward, giving Draco a passionate kiss. Draco kissed hard, finally letting go and whispering softly in his ear,
"I love you."
"I love you too, Draco."
But this voice was not Harry's, and Draco opened his eyes to find his father standing beside his bed, Harry nowhere in sight. Before Draco could open his mouth, his father pulled a large dagger from his cloak, and plunged it into Draco's heart.
Draco woke with a start, sitting in his bed in the Slytherin dorm. He gasped for breath as he looked wildly around him, his clothes on, neither Harry nor his father were nowhere to be found. After the shock subsided, Draco pushed himself up so his back hit the wall behind him. He slowly pulled his knees up to his chest, and buried his head into his arms, which were throbbing from earlier that night. He didn't sleep the rest of the night.