Wrath of Vampires 27
Title: Wrath of Vampires 27
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Sexual activity
Word count: 1180
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Belated birthday gift for piratesmile331, who requested an update to Wrath of Vampires, with the prompt of punishment.
Summary: Draco isn't sorry.
It took Draco a moment to wrap his head around the situation. He had pleasured Harry while neglecting his own needs, only to be banished to his bedroom. Alone. Draco swore under his breath. He flopped onto the bed and gave his cock a soothing squeeze. Draco stroked himself slowly, base to tip. He paused. Perhaps Harry meant to join him shortly. If that were the case, no doubt he would want Draco to be aroused and ready for him.
On the other hand, Harry may not have any intention of coming to Draco. He was punishing Draco, after all. Draco scowled. How dare Harry presume to punish him for helping? With a snort of disgust, Draco heaved himself off of the bed and stalked to his en suite. He was going to shower and wank, and not necessarily in that order.
Draco turned on the water and stepped into the shower. The water only stimulated his cock, causing it to ache even more. That decided it...wank first.
Draco turned his back on the spray of water, allowing it to beat down on his stiff shoulders. He poured some conditioner in the palm of his right hand and smoothed the slick fluid up and down the length of his shaft. Draco's hips bucked forward of their own volition. It was Harry's fault that he was wound so tight, and Draco took a perverse sense of satisfaction in flaunting his lover's punishment by wanking. Draco fisted himself roughly; he'd waited too long for satisfaction to take his time.
Draco leaned forward and braced his left hand against the white tiles in front of him. He continued jacking his cock with short, hard pumps of his right hand. His lower back tightened, and his balls drew up. Draco slammed his hand down and twisted his wrist. He groaned, the sound echoing off of the tiles as he climaxed.
Draco's hand continued moving on his cock, gently now, as he milked the last of his orgasm forth. Draco waited until his legs were steady again before he sighed and straightened. He unhooked the detachable shower head and aimed the spray to clean up the evidence of his solo pleasure.
Now that he felt marginally better, Draco turned to and stood beneath the water and began to wash. He felt filthy after being tossed into a cell with Clarise.
Clarise!
Draco's eyes popped open, and he hurried his ablutions. He wanted to contact Daphne as soon as possible to assure himself that Clarise had made it safely out of France. Draco finished rinsing the soap from his skin and turned the water off. He flung the shower curtain back and snagged a towel. Draco stepped out and dried himself quickly. He knotted the towel around his waist and strode out of the bathroom. Draco stumbled to an uncertain halt.
There was a vampire lounging on his bed.
Harry should have looked ridiculous on the frothy white confection that passed for Draco's duvet. Instead, he looked masculine, ruthless and dangerous. Harry sat up, green-gold eyes raking Draco from head to toe.
"Did I give you permission to wash?" he asked in a quiet voice.
Draco shivered, but he raised his chin. "No," he replied, "but neither did you instruct me not to wash."
Harry's eyes narrowed. "Did you pleasure yourself?"
"Yes," Draco admitted. He bit his tongue to contain the rant that threatened to follow.
"You were being punished," said Harry. "What part of that did you not understand?"
"I pleasured you and was sent away, aroused and aching," snapped Draco. "Forgive me if I thought that was my punishment."
Harry licked his lips. "I have need of your blood," he said. "Drop your towel."
Draco had to tamp down a flare of rebellion. He was Harry's Consort, after all, and part of his job was to provide the vampire with blood. Draco removed his towel and let it fall to the floor at his feet. He shivered, only partly from chill. Draco's spent cock twitched. He could climax from Harry's bite alone, but he hoped Harry would be inspired to fuck him, too.
Harry stood up and prowled over to Draco.
The hairs on Draco's nape rose, and his cock began to swell at the vampire's approach.
Harry halted, facing Draco, and licked his lips again. "Turn around," he ordered.
Draco turned his back to Harry. The skin between his shoulder blades prickled with uneasy excitement. A cool hand stroked Draco's cheek, and he quivered. Harry brushed Draco's hair back, baring his neck. Draco responded by tilting his head to the side, granting his lover access to his throat.
Harry struck without warning, sinking his fangs into Draco's neck in a savage bite.
Draco moaned and swayed. Harry's arm clamped around him, and Draco latched onto it with both hands. He shifted his feet apart and rubbed his arse against Harry's groin, hoping to entice Harry into sex.
Harry growled in warning, the sound vibrating against Draco's throat.
Draco persisted, pressing his bum back. He was gratified to feel Harry's hardness pressing into his arse in return. Now, to get that lovely length of cock inside his arse. Draco wiggled again.
Harry yanked his trousers open with one hand, freeing his engorged cock. He guided it to Draco's entrance and thrust.
Draco hissed at the painful intrusion, but fuck, it felt so good. He pushed back, impaling himself further. Harry snarled again, and Draco climaxed with a helpless moan.
Harry raised his head, heedless of the blood that trickled from the wounds in Draco's neck, and set about fucking his Consort. He pounded into Draco's trembling body again and again until he stiffened behind Draco and filled him with the results of his release.
Harry stepped back, uncoupling them and removing his supporting arm from around Draco's chest. Draco's legs wobbled, and he slumped to the floor in a boneless heap.
"You call that punishment?" Draco had intended to be sassy, but his words came out sounding somewhat slurred.
"Shall I fetch a whip?" rumbled Harry, tucking himself into his trousers.
Draco winced. "No," he muttered sullenly. He turned his head and looked longingly at his frilly monstrosity of a bed.
Harry sighed and hauled Draco to his feet before bustling him into the bed. "Sleep," he ordered gruffly.
Draco yawned and snuggled into the blankets. He really was exhausted.
"Harry?"
"Yes?"
"I'm not sorry for what I did."
"I didn't expect you to be, you disobedient prat," said Harry. He moved to the door that adjoined their bedrooms.
"Harry?"
"Now what?" Harry sighed in exasperation.
"I need to check on Clarise," Draco mumbled before yawning again.
"Get some sleep," said Harry. "I'll make some inquiries tonight."
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Sexual activity
Word count: 1180
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Belated birthday gift for piratesmile331, who requested an update to Wrath of Vampires, with the prompt of punishment.
Summary: Draco isn't sorry.
It took Draco a moment to wrap his head around the situation. He had pleasured Harry while neglecting his own needs, only to be banished to his bedroom. Alone. Draco swore under his breath. He flopped onto the bed and gave his cock a soothing squeeze. Draco stroked himself slowly, base to tip. He paused. Perhaps Harry meant to join him shortly. If that were the case, no doubt he would want Draco to be aroused and ready for him.
On the other hand, Harry may not have any intention of coming to Draco. He was punishing Draco, after all. Draco scowled. How dare Harry presume to punish him for helping? With a snort of disgust, Draco heaved himself off of the bed and stalked to his en suite. He was going to shower and wank, and not necessarily in that order.
Draco turned on the water and stepped into the shower. The water only stimulated his cock, causing it to ache even more. That decided it...wank first.
Draco turned his back on the spray of water, allowing it to beat down on his stiff shoulders. He poured some conditioner in the palm of his right hand and smoothed the slick fluid up and down the length of his shaft. Draco's hips bucked forward of their own volition. It was Harry's fault that he was wound so tight, and Draco took a perverse sense of satisfaction in flaunting his lover's punishment by wanking. Draco fisted himself roughly; he'd waited too long for satisfaction to take his time.
Draco leaned forward and braced his left hand against the white tiles in front of him. He continued jacking his cock with short, hard pumps of his right hand. His lower back tightened, and his balls drew up. Draco slammed his hand down and twisted his wrist. He groaned, the sound echoing off of the tiles as he climaxed.
Draco's hand continued moving on his cock, gently now, as he milked the last of his orgasm forth. Draco waited until his legs were steady again before he sighed and straightened. He unhooked the detachable shower head and aimed the spray to clean up the evidence of his solo pleasure.
Now that he felt marginally better, Draco turned to and stood beneath the water and began to wash. He felt filthy after being tossed into a cell with Clarise.
Clarise!
Draco's eyes popped open, and he hurried his ablutions. He wanted to contact Daphne as soon as possible to assure himself that Clarise had made it safely out of France. Draco finished rinsing the soap from his skin and turned the water off. He flung the shower curtain back and snagged a towel. Draco stepped out and dried himself quickly. He knotted the towel around his waist and strode out of the bathroom. Draco stumbled to an uncertain halt.
There was a vampire lounging on his bed.
Harry should have looked ridiculous on the frothy white confection that passed for Draco's duvet. Instead, he looked masculine, ruthless and dangerous. Harry sat up, green-gold eyes raking Draco from head to toe.
"Did I give you permission to wash?" he asked in a quiet voice.
Draco shivered, but he raised his chin. "No," he replied, "but neither did you instruct me not to wash."
Harry's eyes narrowed. "Did you pleasure yourself?"
"Yes," Draco admitted. He bit his tongue to contain the rant that threatened to follow.
"You were being punished," said Harry. "What part of that did you not understand?"
"I pleasured you and was sent away, aroused and aching," snapped Draco. "Forgive me if I thought that was my punishment."
Harry licked his lips. "I have need of your blood," he said. "Drop your towel."
Draco had to tamp down a flare of rebellion. He was Harry's Consort, after all, and part of his job was to provide the vampire with blood. Draco removed his towel and let it fall to the floor at his feet. He shivered, only partly from chill. Draco's spent cock twitched. He could climax from Harry's bite alone, but he hoped Harry would be inspired to fuck him, too.
Harry stood up and prowled over to Draco.
The hairs on Draco's nape rose, and his cock began to swell at the vampire's approach.
Harry halted, facing Draco, and licked his lips again. "Turn around," he ordered.
Draco turned his back to Harry. The skin between his shoulder blades prickled with uneasy excitement. A cool hand stroked Draco's cheek, and he quivered. Harry brushed Draco's hair back, baring his neck. Draco responded by tilting his head to the side, granting his lover access to his throat.
Harry struck without warning, sinking his fangs into Draco's neck in a savage bite.
Draco moaned and swayed. Harry's arm clamped around him, and Draco latched onto it with both hands. He shifted his feet apart and rubbed his arse against Harry's groin, hoping to entice Harry into sex.
Harry growled in warning, the sound vibrating against Draco's throat.
Draco persisted, pressing his bum back. He was gratified to feel Harry's hardness pressing into his arse in return. Now, to get that lovely length of cock inside his arse. Draco wiggled again.
Harry yanked his trousers open with one hand, freeing his engorged cock. He guided it to Draco's entrance and thrust.
Draco hissed at the painful intrusion, but fuck, it felt so good. He pushed back, impaling himself further. Harry snarled again, and Draco climaxed with a helpless moan.
Harry raised his head, heedless of the blood that trickled from the wounds in Draco's neck, and set about fucking his Consort. He pounded into Draco's trembling body again and again until he stiffened behind Draco and filled him with the results of his release.
Harry stepped back, uncoupling them and removing his supporting arm from around Draco's chest. Draco's legs wobbled, and he slumped to the floor in a boneless heap.
"You call that punishment?" Draco had intended to be sassy, but his words came out sounding somewhat slurred.
"Shall I fetch a whip?" rumbled Harry, tucking himself into his trousers.
Draco winced. "No," he muttered sullenly. He turned his head and looked longingly at his frilly monstrosity of a bed.
Harry sighed and hauled Draco to his feet before bustling him into the bed. "Sleep," he ordered gruffly.
Draco yawned and snuggled into the blankets. He really was exhausted.
"Harry?"
"Yes?"
"I'm not sorry for what I did."
"I didn't expect you to be, you disobedient prat," said Harry. He moved to the door that adjoined their bedrooms.
"Harry?"
"Now what?" Harry sighed in exasperation.
"I need to check on Clarise," Draco mumbled before yawning again.
"Get some sleep," said Harry. "I'll make some inquiries tonight."