Summary: Going through the veil a couple years after the war in search of his godfather wasn't the brightest idea. In fact, he was entrapped within a web, with no hope of escaping the quirky butler. That's if he even wanted to anymore.

Claude/Harry

Warnings: This will contain detailed smut and a great deal of molestation, some cussing. Harry fights Claude but relents eventually, mates, and mate marking, light bondage.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Kuroshitsuji… or maybe I do and I'm just fooling you all.

Caught within the web

"Let me go!" He snarled, yanking at the wire like bondage that tied his hands to the bed. The butler's eyes watched wordlessly down at him, his golden eyes staring at him from behind rectangular glasses with a sharp intensity. He yanked his arms again, panting as his body started to tire from the constant movement. If only he had listened to Hermione, then he wouldn't be in this mess, but everyone knew that Harry Potter couldn't stay out of trouble.

It wasn't his fault though, he had assumed that going through the veil would bring him to his Godfather, how was he supposed to know that it would bring him to a large manor with this quirky butler?

The bed dipping down broke him from his thoughts, and he snapped his head toward the butler, glaring at him as the man moved up the bed until he was hovering just above him.

"What do you want?" Harry snapped.

The butler gave him a blank look, and raised an ungloved hand toward his face. Tracing his jaw in an almost reverential manner, his eyes gleaming with what looked like possessiveness and lust. "I had thought Michaelis was lying when he said that it was possible for us to have mates." His voice was a smooth tenor as he spoke, the pad of his thumb tracing Harry's lower lip. "Perhaps though the Phantomhive butler was telling the truth," He mused, the thumb on his lip pressing slowly into his mouth. "I have never felt this absolute want for another being."

Was this man crazy? Harry silently asked, furrowing his brows when the appendage tried to make its way through his teeth. When he didn't unclench his teeth the butler simply brought his other hand up and grabbed his jaw in a firm grip, easily opening it and pushing deeper into his mouth, his eyes taking a red hue.

Harry's heart froze at the eyes, gaining an amused gleam from the other. Was the butler a vampire? No, vampire's eyes didn't glow. But the man did have unnatural strength and speed, which much was obvious since the butler was easily able to tie him to the bed— if he wasn't a vampire then what, was he?

"Tell me, what is your name?" The butler asked.

Harry gave him a bland look; even if he could speak it wasn't like he was going to tell the man anything, not when he was trapped on the bed.

The butler hardly seemed annoyed that he didn't answer. In fact he seemed rather delighted that his prey was so stubborn. "For such a delicate looking human you are rather sturdy." He said thoughtfully, taking his finger from his mouth, but not releasing the hold he had on his jaw. "I will take delight in breaking down those walls, you may call me Claude."

A pair of lips unexpectedly covered his, making his eyes widen in surprise as his tongue was forced into an erotic dance. He tried to move his head away, but Claude kept a firm hold on his jaw as he ravaged his mouth, his teeth nipping harshly at his lips and tongue, accidentally drawing blood with his unnaturally sharp incisors. That seemed to make the butler pause, and his eyes turned completely red, narrowing in a cat like manner at the pupil.

Harry didn't know why, but as the butler raised his mouth from his own, and gazed at him pure lust and fascination, dread started to fill him. For some reason, the man, whatever he was, tasting his blood had sealed his fate.

"I see." The butler's voice was deeper, almost vibrating from his body as the room grew darker, his eyes glowing ominously within the shadows.

Claude pressed his mouth back onto his before he could question him, placing one hand beside his head and finally letting go of his jaw as he invaded his mouth with a new ferocity. Harry took the opportunity to bite the appendage, tasting iron as he drew blood; his breath coming in short gasps and the butler once again raised his head up.

"That was very foolish."

Harry narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "What do you mean by that?" Was it just his imagination or was his body getting hotter?

"Demon blood has a special effect on humans." Claude answered, taking both their glasses from their faces and setting them to the side. "Call it an aphrodisiac; it heightens just about every sense to the utmost point."

Harry gasped as his shirt was lifted and a hand placed on his waist, feeling electric shocks of pleasure echo through his body. "Nn." He closed his mouth, horrified at the noise that came from it.

Claude smirked, his head dipping down and giving his neck a languid lick. "No need to hold back Koneko-chan."

Harry glared at him, panting. "Don't call me that you bastard."

"What should I call you then?" A hand ventured up to a nipple, rubbing and pinching it, making his back arch slightly. "Perhaps, Usagi-chan would fit you better."

"No." Harry snapped back, giving a small gasp as sharp teeth nipped at his neck. "Just Harry, no Koneko or Usagi."

Claude hummed, his head slowly venturing down the length of his body until it rested at his abdomen. "That name doesn't suit someone with your looks." He gave the skin in front of him a nip, before bringing the hand that wasn't playing with his chest toward his pants and unzipping them.

Though his head was rather foggy, and his mind half occupied with the jolts of pleasure each time he was touched, Harry brought a leg up and kicked the butler in the side of the head. "Don't touch me." He snapped feeling pleased when the force of it made the demons head turn to the side.

Claude's head turned back toward him, and he fully expected him to be pissed. But instead, his eyes gleamed in pleasure and he gave him an almost adoring look. Harry paused, furrowing his brows at the butler, ignoring the way his skin tingled as he shifted on the sheets. What was wrong with this man? He almost wanted the butler to be mad, to at least hit him back, but it seemed he was a little more off the rocker then he first thought.

With firm hands Claude turned his body so he was facing the bed, looming over him like a predator. "Have no worries." Claude said soothingly into his ear, his hand venturing into Harry's pants as he leaned over him. "You will soon find yourself feeling unimaginable pleasure, beyond your wildest dreams."

"Bastard." Harry grunted, shifting as he tried to get away from the pleasurable hand. "Just let me go already!"

"No." The butler replied, stroking his already half hard member with practiced ease. Harry bit his lip harshly, and pushed his face into the pillows to muffle the moans of pleasure as the demon teased the tip of his member with his nail. "You are mine."

"As if!" Harry turned his head to snarl back, shuddering in pleasure as his member was continually stroked. "I belong to myself!"

The butler smirked against his neck. "Your wrong, as soon as you fell into my web your fate was entwined within my own. I won't allow anyone else to have you."

His pants and boxers were suddenly torn off his legs faster than he could blink, and it took a moment for him to realize they were gone, but once he felt his member released and a hand travel up to his entrance he figured it out.

"I'm going to kill you!" Harry growled, pulling his body away by grabbing the bars his hands were tied to. Claude simply wrapped a hand around his mid-section and dragged him back against his chest, something that most definitely wasn't a wand pressing against him. "I don't know what you want, but I don't have it." Harry said, turning his head to glare at the butler.

"I want you." Claude answered, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. He brought a couple fingers to Harry's mouth, gazing at him intently. "Suck."

The wizard turned his head away, and the demon sighed before placing them within his own mouth, wetting them, immune to the wet sounds that were intensified in the otherwise quiet room. Harry felt a light blush form on his face at the noises, and pushed his face into the pillow.

"I suggest you try to relax, Hadrian."

Harry's breath quickened at the warning, not sure what the butler was planning to do. He wasn't familiar with how men had sex, never having the chance to learn about it in his hectic life. His entire body tensed when he felt a finger probe at his entrance.

"What the bloody hell are you doing?"

Harry felt slightly panicked, he couldn't move, couldn't see what was happening, his body was in completely submission, allowing the demon to do whatever he pleased.

The finger slid in silently, the unfamiliar sensation forcing a small whimper from the back of his throat. Hot breath was suddenly caressing his ear, making Goosebumps rise on his skin.

"I'm going to fuck you Hadrian." Claude purred. "Ravish you until your thoughts only revolve around me, claim you so that no one else will dare go near you again."

Harry felt his heart skip a beat, his blood freezing. "I'm not some toy you can play with!" He renewed his struggles, trying to get away from the demons fingers and out of his reach.

Sharp teeth gently grabbed the back of his neck to stop his movements, nibbling on it as Claude's lips formed into a smirk, and he brought Harry closer against him.

"Trust me Hadrian." A warm tongue lapped at the bite marks. "You are far more than a toy."

Another finger joined the first, and soon after a third, making a scissoring motion within him. Harry pursed his lips, fighting to keep himself silent and giving the demon the pleasure of knowing his discomfort.

What in the world was Claude thinking? Did he normally do this to people that he thought were his 'mates'? How was the demon even sure that Harry was his mate after all? This could just be a huge mistake, because it wasn't possible that Harry was his mate, why would it be in the first place? He wasn't anyone special, or extraordinary, certainly not demon mate-

"Nnn!"

Harry had no clue what just happened, or why he had felt the unadulterated pleasure, but it was entirely unexpected. He couldn't even control his voice, or how it had affected him, Claude was in complete control. He wasn't use to feeling this vulnerable, so controlled and dominated. He was the boy-who-lived. Someone that people looked up to lead them.

Claude paused at the sudden noise and repeated the action, making Harry arch his back involuntarily as pleasure coursed through his body. The fingers were slowly removed and Harry felt the bed dip as Claude moved to a kneeling position, the rustling of cloth reaching his ears. An object pressed against his entrance, something much bigger than the fingers before, and butler's hands held his hips in a tight grip, guiding them backward, as the object slid in slowly.

"Nnaa…" Harry protested with a sound close to a whine, his breath coming out in slight gasps, and warm lips traveled up his spine, almost soothingly in reply. The quiet panting of the butler behind him reached his ears as the back of one was kissed, distracting him. It was odd, Claude didn't seem like he was one to exert himself, yet he could feel the quickened breath and heartbeat as evidence.

Of course that moment was quickly dispersed as Claude continued to press deeper. "F-fuck." Harry stopped from saying how much it hurt, he wasn't about to show any weakness. Instead he focused on clearing his mind from the pain and concentrating on his breathing.

When Claude was fully seated within him he stopped, Harry had tensed his body and he was rather thankful for the pause, wanting to get use to the feeling. A hand left one of his hips and stroked his member, making an onslaught of mixed emotions course through him. Harry unintentionally relaxed and shifted in attempt to get away from the hand, a growl rumbled from behind him in reply and the hand gripping his hip tightened, stopping him from any movement.

Neither of them said a word as the butler started to move, thrusting at a slow pace and Harry felt the golden gaze boring into him, watching his emotions avidly. As if waiting for something.

Harry was lost within the intense feelings. His head was swimming, and vision slightly fuzzy as Claude continued to move inside of him. He unconsciously gripped the bed post at the thought of losing control of his mind, and his breath quickened slightly.

"I-it's deep." Harry's cheeks burned at his words, unsuccessfully trying to shift away. The demon leaned forward and Harry felt his broad chest lean lightly on his back, teeth nipping the nape of his neck.

"It's too deep. T-take it out!"

Claude paused, and for a moment he thought the butler was going to comply, but a rumbling growl reverberated from his body, making Harry's vibrate slightly.

Harry whined as Claude thrust in harshly, and pushed his head into the pillow to muffle his cries. It was so strange, the pleasure was making it hard to think, and he couldn't even talk properly. The demon was going to drive him crazy.

"How does it feel?" Claude's voice came from just beside him and he continued to thrust, resting his arm beside the smaller boys head. "As I fill you utterly and completely?"

Harry's face felt like it was on fire as he blushed at the words, crying out as Claude fastened the pace of his thrusts. The bed creaked loudly at the power of the demons movement, as he was mercilessly thrust into, again and again and again. A hand supported his flat stomach in a mock embrace, and Harry could no longer hold in his noises, throwing his head back in pleasure as he unconsciously moved his hips in rhythm. This was too much. The pleasure was overriding his senses, making his mind even more incoherent as he was relentlessly thrust into. It was un-human, the pace that the butler had set, and any normal human would have put into a babbling mess. While Harry had survived more the most, even he found it hard to keep control of his sanity.

"Nn...ahh!" Harry moaned his eyes widening as the butler took a firm hold on his head tilting it to the side so his neck was bared, easily keeping up the pace.

"What…ah…are you…nnaa…doing?" He questioned, forcing himself to form coherent sentences, despite the overwhelming pleasure.

"Making sure you're mine." Claude replied, his eyes glowing with delight as he gazed into the pleasure filled gaze of his mate. "We have already swapped blood, so I must finish the last step."

Before Harry could reply, he suddenly found his hands unbound and he yelped in surprised when he was lifted up until he was seated against Claude's chest. He didn't have time to get use to how much deeper the demon could reach in this position before his hips where grabbed and he was once again pounded into. Warm lips pressed against his neck, and a hand threaded through the bangs in front of his face, pulling his head sideways so that his neck was easier to get to.

Harry felt an unfamiliar tightening of his stomach at his continued pleasure, and his heartbeat quickened when sharp fangs scrapped against his neck, a tongue lavishing the skin underneath it. The sharp incisors were pressed into his neck, and he winced when they broke through his skin, the odd sensation of something flowing into his body making his brows furrow.

Then his blood started to burn and Claude increased his thrusts, Harry didn't know if he should cry in pain or pleasure, setting for whimpers as the coil within him tightened even more despite the discomfort.

It was like he was falling into a never ending abyss, one that he would have no hope to crawl out of as his pleasure reached its climax. But at the same time it was the most amazing thing he had ever felt, his body almost singing as the pleasure consumed him, wrapping him within his embrace. Whatever the butler had put into him was making his body tingle, and only intensified his peak.

"Ahh…." He panted, his eyes half lidded as he finally climaxed.

Claude growled from behind him, and Harry shuddered as he was filled, his breath coming out in gasps and he tried to recuperate. The butler made no hint he was going to move, lapping at his blood hungrily as he waited for Harry to recover.

Unknown to Harry, Claude watched with self-satisfaction as his mark formed upon the pale shoulder, his member hardening at the sight.

Harry snorted, shifting on the demons lap and making the butler snarl, holding his hips in place.

"You really are a demon." Harry said, already knowing that it was going to be a long night.

From a crack in the door angry blue eyes glared at the green eyed man that had dared to touch his butler, his hands curling into fists. Claude glanced at the door dismissively before starting to move within the smaller male again, already forgetting about his master in favor of taking his mate once more.