Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

A/N: Hiya! Sorry this took longer than i thought, life at this time of year can get pretty cluttered. Just want to thank you for all your wonderful reviews, and that i hope you enjoyed this story. It was my first chaptered fic, so i'm kinda fond of it, even with the last chapter. So, here's the epilogue, hope you all enjoy the smut :P

Warnings: Elicit SLASH, lemon scene- gay sex! Don't like/want, then do not read this and don't complain! For the sane people, i warn of the dangers of the hot guy smexing to follow. That is all. Oh, and vampires.

Epilogue

Bass pumped deep from below the streets, enough to unsettle and shake small stones on the uneven pavement. Artificial light blared, jolting reflections of colour wavering in half-dry puddles. A few shouts sounded in the distance, as well as the odd blare of sirens, cutting through the crisp night air.

The clouds above obscured most of the sky, but the moon, a sharp crescent, peaked out regularly to stare down onto the crowded city below.

It was well past midnight, though most people remained inside the surrounding establishments, only a few drunks already ambling along the street, clothes ruffled, and skin sweaty from tight heat and dancing.

One such man ran a hand over his face, ruffling limp brown hair as he attempted to catch his breath, light headed and dizzy from his foray into the shadier parts of town. He stumbled on the uneven road surface, dimly lost at the absence of his partner.

His ears rang with loud music, even as it dimmed to background noise, but the night wind did its job to cool his body and lift some of the haze fugged over his mind.

He shambled his way a few more steps in the direction of home, before a flash of movement caught his attention. Automatically turning his head, he stopped in his tracks.

He first saw boots, leather ones that extended up and up, past knees. Blinking dazedly, the haze of alcohol returning, he glanced immediately up to the face, and swallowed thickly.

Dark hair fluttered over a delicate face, red lips parted to show a glimpse of white teeth and pink tongue. Thick lashes flickered over forest green eyes, and he felt pierced where he stood.

It was a man, but an undeniably beautiful one at that, dark clothes, perfect pale skin- enchanting.

Suddenly, the music in his head seemed to have stopped.

Those lips parted further into a coy smile, before the figure pushed from the wall, and walking a few steps deeper into the alley it had been leisurely leaning in.

Without a second thought the poor man followed after, a sudden lust gripping him with no apparent rhyme, nor reason.

He quickly caught to catch the beautiful thing; it shouldn't, couldn't get away, he had to touch it…so soft, that he glowed.

However, he had barely made a single brush of contact, before he was pulled sharply against the darkly stunning man, the grip on the man's forearms nearly excruciating.

He would have cried out, had the green eyes not stopped it dead in his throat. There was no more resistance, lying limply in his arms.

Succulent lips pressed hotly to the crook of the neck before him, and Harry couldn't quite withhold his excitement; hearing the sweet, delicious heartbeat throb under the man's skin- feel it pump against his lips.

Without a thought, his canines were already descending in anticipation, and a fierce, dangerous hunger seized him in a vice grip, leaving him with nothing to stop the undeniable need to simply bite.

Chuckling a little against his prey's skin, he tilted the creature almost tenderly in his arms, already seeing the heady glaze to the man's dull eyes- completely numb and for the taking.

Too excited to wait, he wasted no time in teasing, and practically ripped down into the tender flesh spread out so tauntingly before him. He heard the distant groan of pain; the shudder of distress, but merely groaned himself, one of intense pleasure as the blood, fresh and hot, hit his tongue.

It was heavenly, smooth, the delightful tang of copper making him suck all the harder, immense satisfaction sweeping through him as he felt his fangs descend deep into the flesh, brining wonderful, lively blood to the surface.

He sighed in pleasure, pulling the rapidly cooling body closer to himself, feeling his own heart start to contract in response to his victim's, whose beat frantically for life.

In a mere few seconds, even that was gone, and Harry could feel his pulse flutter in response, and he reluctantly pulled away upon realising he'd drained the man dry.

He stepped back, releasing his teeth from their position, and dark, verdant eyes glimmered at the sight of broken, mangled skin and deep congealing blood. He let the empty body fall without a thought to the ground, hitting with a dull thump.

He couldn't help but breathe deeply, despite no need as he slumped against the brick wall behind him and stared wide eyed at the sky.

The rough rub of the brick was a stark contrast to the searing heat running through his veins, which made his muscles tremble with desire.

He'd never…he'd never fed so- so….

…delightfully before.

Of course, his sire's lifeblood would always be sweetest, but, as he licked his lips, using his fingers to clear up the rest he couldn't reach, he knew that that was a sweet addiction.

The thrill of the hunt, the smell of fear and desire swirled into a heady mixture and then the sweet, red nectar that slide thickly down his throat, a roaring heat that set him aflame with life and power.

He momentarily contemplated the staining crimson on his slender fingers, leisurely licking at the evidence. He sighed appreciatively and giggled a little, letting his eyes roll back as his head hit the wall behind him, still riding the high.

It was his first time, to go out and hunt alone. Draco had been a wonderful teacher, gladly showing him by example how to attract and charm, and also be discreet and dispose of the unfortunate corpse at the end of it.

He'd felt the excitement run through his veins those times as well, as he watched the elder vampire feed, blood spilling over his mouth, and letting himself lap up the mess.

But this, doing it all himself, it was almost impossible to explain the emotions that engulfed him.

Contentment, desire, heat, control, power.

All of it was simply glorious.

And he suddenly couldn't imagine life without it.

He hummed lightly to himself as he stared down dispassionately at the mortal at his feet. He really couldn't be bothered to get rid of it, but he knew Draco would scold him later if he didn't.

He sighed lightly and got to work, thinking mildly of what to do about the somewhat uncomfortable throb developing between his thighs.

He ran his tongue over his lips one final time before finishing up, a spark of light, and the thing was gone, ashes to the wind.

Satisfied with himself, he turned just in time as a group of drunken teenagers ambled past, shouts littering the air.

The clouds parted another time, to shower the departing vampire with a single beam of weak moonlight, dancing off the silky raven hair.

Another last, lingering moment, and both were gone from sight.

Harry could hear his boots clacking against the hard floor, sharp against the otherwise silent night. It was a sound that rang some recognition within him, and sent his green eyes clouded over in thought- he could have sworn that he'd heard such a sound before- of course he had, you heard it all the time- but for a moment it stirred a memory he thought he should remember- something significant.

Wet brown eyes momentarily flashed across his vision, but before he knew it, it was gone, and only the odd sense of déjà vu remained.

He tutted to himself and shook off the feeling, holding no desire to worry about useless things as he approached the shrouded entrance to the somewhat questionable club that Draco had brought them to.

It wasn't as if it were a hole in the wall, dank and smelling like a piss bucket- Harry's nose wrinkled at the very thought- rather quite the opposite, but Harry hadn't particularly liked the upturn of many of the patron's noses, and the general unashamed nature of the place.

However, vampire open clubs weren't exactly on every street, so he supposed it'd have to do, even though he could swear the bouncers glared at him every time he walked inside.

Indeed, as he passed the two heavily muscled men in too tight suits and hidden eyes, he barely spared them a flicker of emerald eyes, which rolled as he saw them clench their fists.

Instead, he shoved aside the thick curtain and stepped inside, being hit full force with the sound of low, somewhat sinister music, chattering and the almost incessant clink of glasses upon varnished cherry wood.

Sighing lightly at the perfumed air, sweet and rich with the scent of blood, he shimmied his way through the various patrons, his hips swaying with him, causing more than one wandering eye to glance in his direction.

Harry however, only had one destination in mind, gaze pinned directly onto the only one who could bring him relief.

Draco was sitting magnanimously in the centre of a hub of what claimed to be 'influential' vampires. In Harry's opinion, the women wore far too tight dresses, and the men's faces might as well have been painted on with chalk, but then again, he would be quite biased. As far as he was concerned the only one worthy of attention in the entire room was his own sire, whose silver hair glinted under the sparse lighting, grey eyes as hypnotising as ever, his pale, handsome features drawn into a mask of passive boredom.

Harry felt a shiver run through him, a tremor of his deadened heart at the mere sight of him, the incessant heat running through his veins sparking in desire.

Eyes falling to half-mast he gladly made his way over, catching the older vampire's eyes as he approached.

With arms spread out behind him on the plush, blue velveteen sofa, his lap was all for the taking, and Harry slipped onto it without a second thought, moving to straddle one of the blonde's leisurely spread legs.

Draco graciously accepted the welcoming kiss that Harry pressed against his cheek, jaw and then lips, drawing in the other's tongue in a sudden, hot tangle. Harry groaned at the contact, tasting the fragrant aftertaste of good wine on his lover's lips. It was all so wonderfully familiar that he closed his eyes in a blissful gesture, feeling a warm, comforting glow settle in his chest.

He pulled back reluctantly, instead moving his arms round to ensnare the blond into his embrace and rested his head against Draco's chest, comforted by the familiar husky scent, mingled with the heady mix of blood and wine.

He sighed happily, the small, but undeniable feeling of uneasiness he'd experienced from not being at his sire's side dimming to a contented buzz, his mind falling at ease.

He felt Draco's chuckle rumble through his chest.

"You're back earlier than I thought you would be, darling. Was there nothing fun?"

Draco's voice was as intoxicating as ever, a deep rumble of purring velvet, which made his skin tingle pleasantly.

Harry sighed lightly, attempting to dig himself closer to the enthralling vampire.

"No, I just didn't want to waste time," a somewhat foxy smile adorned his face as he tilted his head up to lock gazes with the blond, "After all, I'd much rather spend time with you…"

He let his voice slip to a tone he'd never used when in life, but that after his death, came as easy as breathing to him. He saw Draco's grey eyes flare in amusement, a pale hand coming down to rest in his raven, silky locks.

"Ah, is that so? Well, I hope not to disappoint you then."

Harry felt the smile twist further on his face, letting a slender hand drop to slip under Draco's shirt, to begin to rub the other's hip suggestively, showing a glimpse of taught, alabaster skin.

"Oh, you'd never disappoint me…"

Draco gave a small snort at this, and without any warning suddenly reached out to form a steel grip on the wrist of his charmant's wandering hand.

"Don't think I don't know what you're up to-"

Harry, despite wincing at the killer pressure on his arm under Draco's fingers, cut him off abruptly.

"And what are you going to do about it?"

Harry felt his heart stutter as he met his green eyes with Draco's own tumultuous ones at his own bravery, overcome with the stare. Every time he looked those eyes, he couldn't help but be reminded of a swirling storm of angry clouds, and just like now, they were often completely unreadable.

Harry swallowed thickly as a stab of fear pounced on him; though Draco was very fond of him, it wouldn't stop him from disciplining him in some way if he thought he was out of line- and talking back so boldly was surely out of line. But as he watched, anticipating anger, he couldn't stop the jolt of exhilaration that shot through him at the same time. Fear and excitement would mingle until he couldn't distinguish one from the other, and sometimes, Harry would jokingly wonder if he was developing into some sort of masochist.

But, the feelings couldn't be denied, and right now as he stared up into closed eyes, he wondered and tensed on the vampire's lap.

It really was a stupid thing to do, him challenging such an older and more powerful vampire's authority in front of absolutely everyone. He wouldn't be surprised if-

"My, my, you have gotten bold, haven't you?" Draco heaved what appeared to be a dramatic sigh, "Ah, and its probably all my fault too."

Harry blinked, surprised, as the blond threw out a couple of chuckles. He only relaxed as he felt Draco's hand in his hair continue to move through the inky strands, and the grip on his wrist loosen.

He stared back up Draco, who had cocked his head in amused contemplation.

"Well," he drawled slowly, "I suppose if you're like this…then who am I to refuse you?"

Harry blinked once more in confusion before he suddenly gave a startled yelp as Draco swept to standing, taking Harry along with him in a bear hold. He had to scramble to stay on.

He watched mindlessly as they moved through the crowds of patrons, some of which turned to stare, while other looked away, back to their red filled wine glasses that kept clinking on that damned cherry wood.

The colours seemed to swirl, and he began to feel lightheaded, gripping ever more tightly onto Draco, the only seemingly solid thing in the room. He could still feel the high and heat of his feeding that seemed to only become inflamed in the elder vampire's presence, burning to a fierce lust.

He could feel Draco's hard body against his own, muscles undulating and shifting under his shirt as they moved, his thick, musky scent all around him. Harry closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, leaning forward to attach his lips to the blonde's ear, happily sucking his way down to his jaw, sucking on the flesh beneath his tongue.

He only noticed that they had moved to a private room when he was suddenly flung from Draco's hold to bounce on top of the covers of large, king size bed.

He got a fleeting glimpse of a single shaded lamp in one corner, the walls papered a dark vermilion and that the bed he was lying on had a large wooden frame, the covers underneath him a myriad of thick luscious blanket and soft white sheets.

He barely could regain any sort of equilibrium before he was shoved forward towards the headboard, a heavy figure descending upon him.

With a breathy gasp, Harry moved his arms to clasp at Draco's back, as their tongues met in a fierce dance, igniting a writhing ball of heat in his stomach.

Despite himself, Harry gasped out, eyes already hazing over to a dark verdant as the lust that he'd been keeping at bay surfaced with a vengeance and his grip on Draco's pale back tightened, hard, sharp fingernails digging into the pale skin, shredding their way through the silken shirt.

Draco chuckled, voice rough and husky against his lips, causing a tickling sensation to bloom against his reddened lips.

The blond moved apart just enough to remove the shirt, flinging it away to some unknown corner.

Harry couldn't help the growl that escaped him, as their contact was broken, but took the initiative to begin to remove his own clothing with an almost angry intent and single-mindedness.

He could barely think, the heat burning under his skin taking any thought from his head.

He just needed more…more of…more…

"Eager, aren't we?"

The brunette didn't even bother to respond in words, just letting a lusty huff escape from between his parted lips, darting forward to slam himself against the blond, reattaching their lips with brutal intensity. He took the opportunity to push the blond back so he could lie on top of him, hardened, straining crotches coming into contact; a mind blanking flash of pleasure burning from within his pants.

His eyes slammed shut against the force and his head flopped back with a breathless sigh. His limbs weakened their grip, and Draco wasted no time to roll them over, so he was straddling the younger vampire's hips instead. Draco's eyes were already glowing an excited silver, the tips of fangs peaking out from between pink lips as he panted. Harry gazed through hazy eyes as he saw a tongue slip over those white, gleaming teeth.

He felt the tug, as his sire pulled off his boots and tight leather in one swift movement. Harry could only see the pale arm sweeping back in a movement that sent another pulse of fiery pleasure running through him, wild and free.

He was so hot…he felt he would burn from the inside out.

He barely restrained himself as he felt his now completely naked body come into contact with the soft sheets of the bed, his sensitive skin tingling pleasantly at the feel of the smooth fabric flitting over his exposed skin. It distracted him just enough for Draco to divest himself of his own clothing before he surveyed the panting, mindless boy below him.

Harry truly did make a sight.

Face flushed, eyes dark and hazy, practically watering as he panted uselessly, his raven hair spread in a tangled mess on the sheets and across his face, a delightful image of ravishment and debauchery. He watched with hooded eyes as Harry squirmed impatiently, pale body writhing in an attempt to find some relief from the burning heat.

It was a beautiful display, and the knowledge that it was completely of his own making, from the lustful cries to the fangs ripping open the brunette's lip as he bite down, made it all the sweeter.

He therefore wasted no time in lowering himself against the soft, pale body that was so willing for his touch, to inflame him even further.

He really should have sent Harry out to hunt before…

Harry almost cried out in relief as he felt Draco settle against him, the weight on top of him fuelling his crazy desire for contact, not being able to help the bucking of his hips, rubbing and rolling against that wonderful heat and friction that was the blonde's impressive erection, his own already weeping in need.

It was a burning that wouldn't go away, that only seemed to burn brighter with every thrust, every roll, as they rubbed together, but he couldn't help himself, he was so hot…but he needed to get even hotter…if he didn't, he didn't think he could bear it; it was already so painful…

"…Haa…..haa….Dra-…..co…"

A fevered grunt was his only reply, an animalistic sound that accompanied the harsh sounds of flesh on flesh, sweat slipping between them, making their pale skin glisten and glow like moonlight in the dark.

Harry was lost to the sensation that throbbed deeply, taking all his concentration, leaving only the need to get closer, to get more.

And so he gave a pathetic whimper as suddenly the pressure was lifted, taken away- leaving him hanging above the precipice, but not allowed to fall. His body practically screamed out at the loss.

He urgently moved his head to see what the fuck that stupid fecking, irritating, evil blond was up to, only to find him sitting back on his haunches, fingers fiddling with something out of the light.

It was only a momentary lapse, but it was enough that Harry jerked in surprise as he felt a grip on his ankle, before his entire leg was pulled over Draco's shoulder.

He watched, dazed, as the blond leaned over him, and there was the muffled sound of cloth ruffling. He blinked in bemused despair as he felt something soft cut tightly into his wrists above his head.

"Now…" growled out a mussed blond vampire, silver eyes still aglow, shining in the darkness, "…you didn't think I wouldn't get you back for your little comment out in the club did you? Well, I'm afraid I'm going to have to…punish you for it."

And before Harry could even process the husky words, he felt hot lips descend on his inner thigh, sharp teeth coming out to nip and bite their way up the soft, delicate skin. Harry writhed in response, the burning pool in his stomach flaring with every drop of pain and erotic tickle that danced up his spine.

He nearly screamed, from both pleasure and pain- once again a heady mixture- when Draco completely sunk his fangs into his thigh, fangs going deep. Harry glanced down, only to see silver blond strands of hair, that he could feel tickle the underside of his throbbing length, and sensitive thigh. The sensation of Draco suckling on his blood, drawn straight from the artery, was strong enough to almost make him cum. The only thing that stopped him was the sudden, crushing grip of pale fingers around the base of his weeping, painful erection.

He cried out in both pain, pleasure and frustration, and tried desperately to move his own hands down to finish the job when he felt a resistance pull on them, halting their movement. He blinked in bemusement and tugged again, only to find that his hands weren't going anywhere.

Wriggling under the intense sensations, Draco beginning to lap with his tongue at the fine rivulets of blood that escaped his hungering mouth, to run down, stark against his white skin, Harry twisted his head as far as it would go, to see what was holding him down so cruelly.

He felt a certain horror at discovering that both of his wrists were tied tightly to the headboard, and despite his added strength as a vampire, they wouldn't come loose.

Groaning, he turned back, squirming as Draco finally began to release him, the blonde's canines jutting against his abused flesh, a large stain of thick, dark blood left in his wake.

Harry winced slightly as the wound began to heal instantly, not from pain, but intense satisfaction as Draco leisurely licked away the mess, running his bloodied tongue right up to his hip.

Harry gasped and tugged on his tied hands once more, but it was impossible to escape as those devilish lips moved to cover the head of his throbbing length, the renewed heat sending him into a fierce struggle against his binds as he rolled his hips fervently against the bed, thumping back into the mattress heavily.

He could swear he felt those lips curve into a smirk around his cock.

He could dimly feel the wriggling probing of a searching finger, but paid it little mind, even as it slipped past the strong rings of muscle to push inside him, too bothered by the burning heat consuming him, setting his skin on fire.

It was…so hot…too hot….

"Haa…….haa…….urh!"

Draco ignored the brunette's unformed, breathless pleas, and only continued his torture, still keeping an intense grip on the younger vampire's erection to prevent him from his desperate need to cum.

Instead, he used the opportunity to slip yet another finger inside, delighting in viciously scissoring his fingers, sending Harry bucking even sharper than usual.

"Dra-…..pl-please…"

Harry couldn't even define just what he was asking for, but Draco seemed to be the only one to help him, even as he seemingly tortured him too. As he felt the numb pain of fingers in his backside, he whimpered, eyes watering, the pain and pleasure one in tormenting him. The blazing ball in his stomach licked and burnt his insides, and for one crazy moment he almost felt that he was indeed on fire, but then two more fingers slammed into him with abandon, and the pain was sufficient enough to bring him back down, if only slightly, and for a moment.

And then, it was all gone- the fingers were removed, the mouth and tongue slipped off his cock and the fingers ensnaring it so cruelly also retreated.

Harry whimpered in relief, and would have curled himself into a ball if not for the insistent hands that gripped his hips brutally; he looked up only to find burning silver eyes pinning him with their intensity, fangs white against the bloody mouth. The younger vampire felt his cock twitch, the throb not giving him any peace.

Draco didn't say a word however, and only moved Harry's legs so that the pale appendages were positioned over his shoulders, parting them to reveal him completely to the blonde's searing gaze. He eyes rolled into his head as Draco moved to lay down on him, a thick, burning member slipping into him lewdly with every inch Draco came closer to his face. Harry choked on a cry when the impressive length was fully sheathed, but it was smothered by Draco's sudden lips on his own, swallowing any cry, of pain, bliss, or otherwise.

Their lips entangled, and Harry replied feverishly, tears finally dripping from his glazed eyes as Draco began to move, spreading him wide, the stinging pain fading only in the face of the impossibly bright and scorching feel when a sharp, hard thrust came into contact with his sweet spot, brutally abusing his prostate again and again, sending cries spilling from his mouth, despite the deep, ravishing kisses that Draco reigned down on him, the taste of his own blood echoing in his mouth and screams.

He barely noticed as Draco pulled him further up for a better angle, hitting into him head on, sending a renewed bout of tears flowing down his face, a wail of pleasure dripping from his open mouth, from between descended fangs.

Harry felt a breathy chuckle against his neck, the lust fuelled nips on his neck, and he frantically pulled on his restrained arms, desperately wanting to dig them into Draco's' blond locks to anchor himself against the screaming tide of white hot fire burning deep inside of him, growing stronger with every thrust. His lips trembled against Draco's and the blond responded in kind by lowering himself to the brunette's exposed neck once more, kissing gently for the first time on the soft skin, even as he thrust so violently into his smaller lover.

Harry thought he would explode at any moment, right into flame, as the searing heat descended lower, from the depths of his belly to between his legs, feeling it coil deep into a single blaring point. He shuddered under the onslaught as Draco brushed against his sweet spot once more, and before he knew it, his thighs were stiffening, clenching firmly against Draco's waist, where they had fallen, a huge blanket of white momentarily taking over his vision as he finally exploded from the gathering heat, his body jerking violently with the force.

He could only feel the intense, blinding high- he was barely aware as he instinctively bit down, his mouth flooded with the sweet crimson blood of his sire. He could barely feel as Draco stiffened above him as well, the blonde's fangs ripping through his flesh for a second time.

The only sensation Harry could really feel was when he started to come down, his limbs boneless and twitching like autumn leaves. He could sense the hot liquid filling him, even as Draco unhurriedly slipped out of him, and the cooling white on his own chest.

He gasped listlessly as he collapsed against the sheets, letting his legs fall from where they lay around Draco, who also fell right on top of him.

The heavy weight didn't remain for long though, as Draco rolled over with a hoarse groan, only moving to finally release Harry's hands from their prison against the headboard before laying once more next to his lover.

Harry barely noticed that he was released however, as the black was already fighting over his vision. He contently let himself be pulled towards Draco's chest, uncaring to the various amounts of sweat and cum on his body.

In fact, he didn't care for anything at all, except for his closing eyelids.

Draco said not a word as he too, followed his dear charmant into slumber, wrapped up together within sheets that would be stained by morning.

For now, they would be enveloped in each other's embrace, all through the dark dark night.

A/N: So, thats that! Hope you enjoyed it, lemons can be surprisingly difficult, so i hope that one was good. And so, for now i say farewell, its been wild guys!

And in case you're interested, one of my 'projects' is an upcoming fenrir/harry. Yeah- i'm doing werewolfies this time :P

So, hope you enjoyed the story, any last comments, tell them now or forever hold your peace, and goodnight!