Edward, captured by the beauty of the boy and the desire he felt for him, leant back into the shadows. His shoulder caught the edge of the ancient shutter by which he had been hidden and its hinges creaked their protest.
There was a groan from the shadows. Harry whipped upright, instantly alert. Looking carefully in the direction of the noise, into the darkness, he carefully bent and picked up his wand. His heart was racing and the magic beat at him to continue what he had begun but fear had the lead now. 'Lumos' he muttered and the wand began to brightly glow. He picked up his shirt and hurriedly pulled it on. He switched off the CD and turned to go. He felt himself flushed at the music's effect on him and even though he was intrigued he had no wish to meet the owner of those intense and over powering feelings. He needed to feel in control again. He had to leave. Even as he traced his way carefully back through the rusted door and out into the dimming twilight sunshine he was aware that he would come back. He had to.
Edward cursed silently as the boy was shocked from his reverie by the noise. He felt a rush of conflicting emotions; confusion as he heard the boy whisper and the flicker of light return to the wooden stick he had picked up and disappointment and frustration at his own stupidity which was making this enchanted boy dress himself and leave. Should he follow him? It was dark enough outside to mask him from the mortal world.
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Harry closed the heavy curtains, shutting out the panorama of the ancient city and settling the dark around him like a cloak. The feelings of the afternoon in the old house stirred gently in the back of his mind. He felt embarrassed now, back in reality. With the music stirring his body and his soul he had felt free of inhibition and the self doubt which had plagued him all his life. He wished he could feel that touch of joy and ecstasy again. He knew that these were stolen feelings and that to truly experience that pleasure he would have to open himself to another person. Open his scarred and suspicious heart. But the guilty pleasure of those feeling washing through him without the vulnerability and risk was addictive. He would go back to the house tomorrow he decided. He had no other plans and he did not want to live without feeling those things again. He lay on top of the bed not bothering to cover him, the night was too hot and his thin t shirt and shorts provided him with enough warmth to sleep. His breathing grew heavier and his arms flung over his head.
Edward stepped into the hotel room like a ghost. The door made no noise behind him. Decades of hunting smoothed the noise of his actions. On the bed the boy lay sleeping. His chest gently lifted and fell with even, contented breaths. Edward took in the careless angle of his body, exposed and innocent. The scent of the boy was intoxicating and it filled Edward's head with a desire to breathe which he had not experienced in many years. He wanted to breathe the boy in, to inhale and exhale and have him there; inside him, permeating his dead cells and bringing him back to life as he had done this afternoon. Edward had been twice dead he now mused. Once when Carlisle had taken him and once when he had left Bella. Now, miracle of miracles, he was once again alive. Alive because of this boy. The feeling swelled inside him and threatened to overcome his reason. Gently, so gently he traced a cold finger along the collar bone of the sleeping youth. Harry turned in his sleep towards the caress. At the same moment Edward saw and felt the tendrils of light he had seen this afternoon snake out from the boy and gently stroke his hand in return. The touch was like fire. It seared into Edward and awakened the desire which had only subsided since the afternoon. He held himself still as the gentle fire licked at his hand, then his arm till it touched at his neck. He closed his eyes. The magic caressed him like a lover. It held his head and stroked at his closed eyelids shining behind them with an intense light. It swept down his body and teased at the erection which was now straining the fabric of his linen trousers. Edward felt panic, what was this strange power which had him so completely in its thrall? He could not move to defend or hide himself; he was helpless in its grasp. He moaned softly as the magic swelled over him, around him lighting up his body like a shooting star. The heat and strength of it astounded and cowed him. What was this boy that, even sleeping, he could have this devastating effect? He opened his eyes to see it, to try to understand what was happening. He saw his body, tensed and stretched out in desire, saw the hardness of his passion and knew that soon he would not be able to hold back. Then he saw the boy was awake.
Harry woke gently, feeling his magic all around him. It was hard to see now the sun had gone down and the curtains were closed but he could feel a presence in the room with him. An odd, heavy calm fell over him. Feeling out with his magic he touched something that seemed to glitter like ice in his mind. It burned so clearly and honestly that he longed to feel it. He stroked the glittering brilliance with his mind. It was beautiful and delicate. Harry's magic moved along its surface like fire, licking and teasing. In the darkness there was a soft moan. Harry's eyes widened to peer through the darkness. There was a boy on the bed with him. Seen through the magic the boy was glittering and shimmering like diamonds. He was unspeakable beautiful. And he was looking at Harry.
Edward looked into the green eyes through the veil of lust and magic which surrounded him. It seemed the most normal thing in the world to lean across the bed and brush his cold lips against the boy's hot mouth. He felt the boy gasp for breath beneath him and then he returned the kiss. Fire poured into Edward and engulfed him. Hands of flame ran over his face and grasped at the hair at the back of his head, twisting it so it lay on the bed and the boy kissed him harder.
Harry felt Edward's icy lips kiss him and fought for breath. His heart was hammering in his chest and the nearness of the glittering boy dazzled him. He caught himself and returned the kiss, heat welling inside him, threatening to break through him, through the magic. He was aware that he was holding the boy down on the bed, drinking in the glitter and sparkle of him.
Edward felt Harry's power and succumbed to it. He was helpless; the magic of this boy had him firmly in its hands. It stroked over him seconds before Harry's real hands ran down over his body, over his chest and between his legs. Like two lovers Harry and his magic devoured the vampire. Where his lips trailed the magic followed leaving Edward strung out along the lines of magic sparking between them. Harry moved over him and Edward felt himself alight, as though the sun had caught him in his powerful rays. Harry's instinct was to explore, discover. His body thrusting and his breathing ragged he held Edward with the magic and kissed him with a force he had not known he had. Years of the weight of prophecy, of fear, of manipulation fell from him as he chased the elusive peak of sensation and freedom he knew to be in reach. Edward marvelled at him, this glorious and driven creature. He was swept along by the tide of Harry's need and the magic drawing him on, into the light. Both of them felt the rush and surge of the magic as they were swept along, higher and brighter than before into release. Harry, washed clean of his past, laid his head next to Edwards's pale, cool temple. Edward, in awe and gratitude, gently kissed his cheek.