Slim, pale fingers trail over Edward's CD cases. The dark eyes don't bother with the titles; their owner is more interested in the feelings that surround the music. The fingers touch at Edward's only belongings in the world. They intrude, they violate. Harry's note is turned over and scrutinised. A pointed boot kicks at discarded clothes strewn across the floor and a delicate nose wrinkles at the smell that rises up. Long skirts sweep the floor. Their owner knows she will be detected; it is part of her plan after all. Part of the great work she has been sent to do. She is not nervous that the boys will return, she knows she would have nothing to fear even from a vampire as old as Edward or a wizard as powerful as Harry. She fears nothing but the creature that has sent her here. Remembering this she hastens to find the paper in her bag. As she writes she thinks about what she has witnessed between the vampire and the wizard. She has seen their intimacy, their vulnerability. In a way she envies them, for her life has never been allowed to be so free. She has watched as they have explored each other, they remind her of her own lost beloved. The love she was never to truly own. Their passion has awakened in her the passion she lost many years ago. Sometimes she wakes from her captive existence and feels his lips upon hers.
'Jonathon.' She whispers, a crimson tear splashes her cheek. She brushes it away hastily. She will not be forgiven this weakness. She must end this idyll, this honeymoon. And part of her dies to know it. Hurriedly she leaves the note as she has been commanded. She takes the stairs wearily, feeling her years pull about her.
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'Now, what was it you were promising before we left?' Edward grabbed Harry's hand and pulled him into his arms. He felt Harry's magic rising around them and knew that soon he would be helpless in the young wizard's power. He meant to make the most of this moment. He felt Harry go limp as he pinned him to the wall. Holding the raven hair he moved until he towered over the smaller body. He breathed deeply in the scent of his lover, knowing it would inflame his passion further and wanting to abandon himself to pleasure. There it was, salt and sweetness, Harry always smelt so delicious, so edible. Edward smiled into Harry's throat. There was another scent here, in the room. Faded roses and old blood. Edward stiffened, aware that someone had been here. Then Harry moaned against Edward's ear and he growled in reply and was once again lost in his lust for the boy wizard.
Harry's scent was as intoxicating as it had been the first day, when he had watched his reaction to the music, watched him touch himself. The idea made Edward shudder with longing and he felt himself go hard. Harry felt it to, pressed close the Edward as he was and he moved against the cold, hard body, building the desire in Edward's body. Harry's hand crept between them, his hand cupping Edward's erection and he moved it in along, languorous motion. From Harry's breathing Edward could tell that that same hand was trapped between them both, bringing them both nearer and nearer to orgasm. He ground hard against the hand and heard Harry's sharp intake of breath as the friction increased. Harry felt the struggle for dominance and decided, this time, to surrender to his vampire lover.
'Do you want me Harry?' Edward hissed into Harry's ear, his hand brushing Harry's away and replacing its movements with its own assured caress.
'Yes,' murmured Harry in return. 'God, I want you Edward.' Edward held his hand between their faces now, the sudden absence of his warmth causing Harry to moan and Edward to grin. His topaz eyes never left Harry's as he slowly, torturously licked along his long fingers until they were slick with silvered venom. Harry was mesmerised, captured in Edward's predator's stare. He wished the hand was touching him, he could almost feel the delicious sting of the venom on his inflamed flesh. He moaned again, aware how needy he sounded and just not caring. Edward chuckled and slowly drew his hand the length of their bodies. His other hand held Harry's head, making him watch the slow progression down their bodies. He stopped to touch himself and Harry moaned again. Pleased with this response Edward became bolder. He stroked the length of his own erection, never allowing Harry's gaze to move. Harry watched Edward touch himself. His magic curled inside him, held in check for now but tiny slivers of light waved gently from Harry's body, picking up on Edward's arousal and pleasure.
'Show me Harry,' Edward's voice sounded husky with desire. 'Show me.' It was a moment or two till Harry could move, he longed for the touch of that marble hand on his own aching flash. With clumsy fingers he fumbled at the zip on his jeans. Finally unfastening them and hastily moving the fabric of his shorts. The sudden rush of blood unbalanced him and it was Edward's cold grip on his shoulder that steadied him. 'Touch yourself for me Harry.' Blindly, obedient through his desire for Edward, Harry obeyed. He imagined his hand belonged to Edward and he touched himself. Slowly and confidently in the way he wanted Edward's hand to touch him. He looked at Edward and the look of lust on his lover's face encouraged him further. Breathing heavily now, feeling closer and closer to orgasm he imagine Edward's cool hand in the place of his own. In a rush Edward dropped to his knees in front of Harry. Harry was moving involuntarily now. His hand matching the movement of his hips. He looked down; the sight of the powerful, beautiful vampire kneeling before him, his cold red lips hovering above his sensitive tortured flesh was too much for him. Edward knew that he was too close to release to stop. Using all his strength he pinned Harry's hands back against the wall. The wizard twisted in his grasp, his magic flaring out, his body straining, reaching for fulfilment. Delicate skin thrilled with stinging touch of venom as Edward's lips enclosed Harry in a silken kiss. No control now, Harry's magic flashed out, freeing his hands from Edward's grip and he rode himself, hard into the vampire's mouth. Hands clutching his hair, his hoarse whisper encouraged Edward to take all of him, not to leave a drop.
From the stairs another pair of eyes enviously watched how the two bodies merged together. They swept across the kneeling, hungry vampire and the panting, arching lover, oblivious in their passion.