We seek each other out in the dark of the moon What we can feel is the sadness of our destiny Hiding my presence, sneaking nearer I reach out and touch the sad shape of your mouth, cornered
Within my arms you slowly awaken Your sorrow, simply sorrowful
I long for you so much it's maddening Be with me always, so that we won't be separated
I won't let anyone touch our love Even if that means defying the gods themselves -L'Arc-en-Ciel (Finale)
"I'm already involved, Draco!" Harry sneered slightly, before following. He met his parents at the top. Apparently they had been alarmed by the slight amount of yelling they heard. /I hope they didn't hear anything too incriminating.../
Harry just shook his head at them and went into the bathroom. He knew that while Draco seemed to not mind being covered in blood, if Draco was this disturbed by the girl's death he could only guess what the mere smell of it was doing to him. Draco was bad off enough as it was. No need for him to torture him worse by leaving him like this. Quickly, he grabbed the bowl he used for cleaning the bathroom, quickly filling it with warm water.
He hissed to himself, then, when he found his bedroom door locked. He gave the handle a hard turn and was rewarded when it open. Only problem was that the lock was now broken. /Oh well... just one more thing./ He hoped his parents would not take this as an invitation to come in without knocking...
/Get out/ He found Draco sitting on his bed. The vampire was leaning against the wall, watching the outside world.
/You're not really mad at me, and you know it./ Harry thought quietly as he walked forward. /If you really wanted me to leave you alone you wouldn't have locked yourself in my bedroom./
/Get out./ Draco said again.
/No./ He placed the bowl on the clean blanket before crawling up beside Draco. /You can't shut me out like this Draco. You know that I am involved; I would do anything for you./ He placed his hand on the other boy's cheek to make Draco face him. /I would do absolutely anything./ And Harry knew it was true. He simply hoped that Draco wouldn't abuse his power over him.
/It's a brand, you know./ Draco thought as Harry withdrew his hand and soaked the washcloth in warm water.
/What is/ Harry raised the cloth to his lovers hands, starting there, cleaning on by one.
/Your "dragon". I know you've found it. I put it on you with my own hands, burned it into you like you were cattle. I had to prove that you where mine./
Harry was silent, but he kept washing. /I don't care. That was the past. Do you really think you would hurt me, now./
/You may not be human anymore, Arris, but I am still stronger./
/You would not hurt me because you are mine! You cannot go on without me and you know it. Someone would take in upon themselves to kill you. Besides, would you kill someone you claim to love/ Harry moved up his face with the cloth, almost finished; the other hand made its way into Draco's hair, caressing him.
/Harry.../
"Are you really so cruel that you think you could hurt the only person you truly love, Draco! Do you want to kill me, is that what this is about!" Harry clenched his teeth in anger, his fingers holding tightly onto Draco. "Do you love me or hate me? Do not play with me after everything we have done."
Draco winced. Harry's grip had gotten stronger. "Harry, I love you. I could never hate you. I just don't want you hurt."
/Well, you're hurting me with your self-hatred. It was a terrible thing, but you still felt guilty for it afterwards; that was good. Can you honestly say that you've ever felt guilty before/ He relaxed his fingers slightly.
/Yes. I have, but guilt hasn't stopped me before./ Draco replied bitterly.
/...Then I guess I'll have to learn how to keep you in line/ Suddenly Harry tossed the cloth over his shoulder, before roughly pushing Draco against the bed.
Draco was dazed for a moment after the air was knocked out of him. He was really surprised when he saw Harry take his shirt in his hands, before ripping it down the middle, revealing Draco's chest. Harry smile up mockingly at him.
/And you call me a horny pervert... What turned you on all of sudden! You wanted to kill me a second ago./ Draco wasn't complaining, just stunned.
/Do I really need a reason? Everyone thinks you're affecting me... well, they're right. You are./ Harry said while he pulled off his own clothes quickly. /But that isn't what I want right now. Maybe in the morning, but not right now./ Harry quickly returned to his lover, so he could finish unclothing him.
/And here I thought you couldn't resist my body/ Draco muttered, as he felt his pants slide off.
/I cannot. I can't resist touching you./ Harry let his hand loving caress his love's bare thigh. /Proving to myself that you will never let me go. I love the feel of you, Draco./ Harry tossed the garment over his shoulder and came back up to Draco's side.
/But/
/Just hold me, for now. You can have me in the morning, if you're patient./ Harry smirked at his love's dismayed face. He quickly curled up against Draco, knowing that it was torture for the other boy, who stiff anatomy was pressed close against him.
/Harry.../
/Goodnight./
Harry grinned slightly as he closed his eyes, knowing that he would have a good nights sleep. Unfortunately, that was not true for the other, but Draco knew that it would be futile for him to even try anything.
"Sleep well, love," Draco whispered.
Harry quickly fell asleep that night, firmly held in Draco's embrace.
(Dream)
/Why does he affect me like this/ Draconis hissed to himself as he pulled out the other boy. He rolled off Harold, to face away from him. He couldn't admit that there was something special about this one. He was like any other that he had taken, only this one hadn't entirely been willing the first time around. But, then again, that wasn't anything new. Some welcomed him, some begged to die. However, that soon changed.
Harold Evens had fought him profusely that first night when the guards brought him to the bed. He had even managed to injure one to the point that he most likely wouldn't be having children, but it had been futile. Draconis had initially thought that he would have to beat the boy into submission, but no. in the end Harold had been as willing as he himself. Draconis still thought of him as nothing more than a consort, and told the other boy of that. Harold had nodded his agreement, but still came willingly to his bed every night. But, maybe Harold was getting the wrong idea about their relationship... he did have the unfortunate tendency to hold onto the boy after sex. Harold even eventually became his donor. Much to the queen's dismay.
Yes, the queen. Lavender quickly found reason to hate the new addition to the palace. Draconis had promised at his wedding that he would never feed off anyone else. She hadn't had a problem with him taking other bed partners; she would not ever be his brood-mare! But, she had had him promise that he would never drink from another on their wedding bed! Lavender knew how intimate that was, after he first drank from her; he would not have that with anyone else! But, she could see that she was steadily loosing her husband.
Lavender had even sent word to the boys father, informing him of where his son had been taken; she even fed the king military secrets of Acer; she gave him everything he needed to take the prince. The fool king did nothing. There wasn't even a single attempt to save his son.
Afterwards, she had decided to leave Harold alone for the time being; Draconis would probably tire of him, or break him beyond repair, eventually. Then he would have to come back to her.
Unfortunately, all hopes of that were dashed when she had been moved out the set of rooms that she had been placed in when made queen. The guard who was watching over the proceeding slyly told her the king wanted his concubine to be moved closer. It was like a blow to her. Lavender had prided herself on having the best rooms in the castle, next to Draconis, her husband and king. They were the only ones comfortable enough and befitting of the queen.
She had brought her argument to her husband, but he just waved her off, telling her that the boy was used to niceties and that was best rooms he could think of. /What about me/ She had wanted to screech, but he knew that doing so would end with her death, queen or not. No, but she soon came to another solution.
AN: she was an unexpected addition to this story, but I've already worked out what's going to happen with her...