Disclaimer: Nicht mein! Meaning not mine, this life or the next!

Warnings: Heavy slash between Harry and an OC vampire (yummy). Meaning MALE ON MALE ACTION! Piss off if you can't handle it!

AN: Sorry guys. Stuck at a Sprachkurz in Kiel, Germany. And we don't have Internet at the Student homes!! *rips hair* Yeah, I know!

Hugs and kisses to Elpin!!

The Needs of the many

'Lie on his back and think of England'... hmpf! What a load of bollocks! Where the hell did that proverb come from, and why would he even think about offering himself up to Queen and Crown? He fumed silently lying on his back amongst silk sheets. That was exactly what he was doing wasn't it? Offering himself up like a sheep to slaughter or a virgin before a divine sacrifice! Damn it all to hell!!

The sound of the huge oak doors closing and footsteps coming closer grated on Harry's senses.

Why did this plague him so much? He'd practically sacrificed his entire life, childhood, adolescents all in one go... why did this one sacrifice disturb him so? Deep down he knew the answer, but admitting it to himself was more then he was prepared to do at the moment....

Ah, damn it! Fine! He had wanted it to mean something! Something more than one more ally for Dumbledore.

He was startled out of his thoughts when a cold hand was placed on his bare ankle. Harry closed his eyes trying to swallow over the lump in his throat. He could feel the cool silk sheets swallowing his naked body. Once more he damned every single person he knew. He damned Sirius for caring more about revenge then taking care of an orphaned Harry. He damned Lupin for never even bothering to write a letter. His so-called friends, with fake smiles and encouragement before they tattle to the Merlin wannabe. And damn Dumbledore to hell! This was good thought Harry as the cold hand began to slowly move up his leg. Anger was much better. If he just was angry enough then perhaps he could focus on revenge and get through this night relatively unscathed, well mentally at least.

A low hum of approval reached his ears, but Harry refused to open his eyes. He refused to look at the being that he'd been sold to like some common Knockturn whore. The man's name was Raphael von Geldenburg. A German aristocrat with his own court somewhere in the Bavarian forests. The Headmaster had approached him after Voldemorts last raid that had left almost ten thousand Muggle's dead as a last desperate attempt to gather allies. The man's selling point wasn't the money or respect he garnered in the European circles or even his highly skilled warriors. It was the fact that Fürst von Geldenburg was a Master Vampire. And he together with his court would indeed be great allies and definitely help the Light towards victory. The von Geldenburgs had apparently refused Voldemort for some reason, and had to the delight of the Order of the Phoenix agreed to meet with Albus in Germany. That was the just after Christmas of Harry's final year at Hogwarts. And Harry and the rest of the Order, including his false friends and sad excuse of a godfather had all waited with bated breath for some positive news. Harry had hoped that the inclusion of some powerful allies might be enough to win the war and then he would do what he had planned since second year. Disappear. Completely into the Muggle world. He had everything planned including a completely new identity and all the papers and appropriate diplomas that belonged. But not yet. Because even if he didn't care for any of the people personally, Harry knew that unchecked Voldemort would probably burn the world. And Harry rather liked it the way it was.

Twisting uncomfortably, trying not to move away from the hand that was now stroking up his right thigh, Harry thought back to late January when Albus had returned joyful and triumphant. Everybody was looking forward to the next Order meeting to hear what had transpired in Bavaria. Packing into the room Harry had robotically called out greetings to everybody before sitting down to what he thought would be some proper good news. Albus had been twinkling when he told them of Lord Raphael's promise of aid. It wasn't before the end of the meeting that the question of payment had come up. Harry swallowed heavily trying to calm his breathing. What followed had completely shattered Harry faith in magic. Albus had sold him to the Lord Vampire. To be enjoyed in whatever manner the vampire wanted for one night. When asked why, he had apparently replied that he wanted to have a taste of the boy who lived. Everybody had looked uncomfortable at that announcement, all knowing that with a vampire it could mean many things. Harry had hated them all so intensely at that moment. Even Sirius had looked pleadingly at Harry to accept the sacrifice, because after all what could one night with a good looking vampire hurt? Harry hadn't even bothered informing them all, that despite the Prophet's weekly announcements about Harry's new paramours, he was a complete virgin. Not even entertaining the thought of sharing something so intimate with a hypocritical wizard or witch somewhere!

The hand had luckily not decided to explore Harry's decidedly uninterested cock and ran lightly over his pelvic bone before circling his belly button a few times before it head up his body once more.

So here he was. Freshly washed with scent free soap and cleaned both inside and out in preparation of being well and truly fucked, both figuratively and metaphorically. Damn it! The lump was still in Harry's throat and he had to forcibly relax all his muscled to stop himself from shaking. Clenching the sheets he felt the hand circle his right nipple before moving up to his throat. Ah, yes. As a vampire perhaps the Lord would be more interested with that then anything else.

From the brief glimpses Harry had of the man before he had removed his clothes and laid down on the bed were those of a true aristocrat. He hadn't been blond, something that surprised Harry considering. Lord von Geldenburg had opened the door to his chamber in Bavaria where Harry had been told to report at seven o'clock in the evening this cold February night and Harry hadn't even said a word of greeting he'd just marched passed the Count over to the baroque bed and proceeded to remove his clothes. What he had seen of the vampire was pale skin like all of his kind, and he had a head of brown almost red hair that was cut short around the ears and left longer on top so it stood stylishly messy in his head. The modern cut contrasted greatly to his attire that was straight out of some clichéd Vampire movie Harry had seen sometime. But it was the brief glimpses of the Vampires face that told the world of his otherworldliness. The features were flawless and kingly with a strong chin smooth cheeks and honey coloured eyes with a ring of red around the pupil that told Harry just what the man fed on.

The cold fingers on the Counts hand were now stroking slowly up the right side of his throat before Harry felt the bed deep as the Count sat down on the bed next to Harry's middle. The fingers stroked the shell of Harry's ear and made a slight shiver travel involuntarily down his body.

"Open your eyes Mr. Potter" came the velvety voice. The German accent was barely noticeable thought Harry. Shaking his head slightly and dislodging the fingers on his cheek, Harry nonverbally replied negatively. Knowing he would not be able to gaze into the cold and cruel eyes of the vampire as he took him that night. Harry almost regretted not having just slept with one of his random fangirls. At least that would have been consensual came the bitter thought.

The fingers were back. "Please" came the whispered word. Harry almost doubted that he had heard it at all. Why would the vampire beg? Was it some kind of game for him? The Count probably wanted to see the pain it his eyes as he took Harry. The few rumours that had reached Harry about the count all told that the vampire ruled his court coldly and ruthlessly. Nevertheless Harry prepared himself with a deep breath and opened his eyes.

The rather lovely red-ringed eyes above him came sharply into view, especially since Harry long since had gotten rid of the need of glasses. The fingers stroked his cheek so calmly and Harry couldn't help leaning a bit into the gentle touch. The gorgeous vampire above him was gazing down into his eyes with a thoughtful expression on his face. The light from the blazing fire in the room was more then enough so that Harry could really see how flawless that skin was. He felt the tips of his fingers twitch at the thought. What would it feel like to stroke?

"You're absolutely terrified of me, aren't you Mr. Potter" came out from that sinfully pink mouth hovering above his own. When the words registered Harry couldn't answer so in his shame he turned his face to the left twisting away from the vampire hands. Stealing himself with another deep breath Harry spoke his first words to the Count.

"No. I'm not afraid of you Count Geldenburg" Harry replied honestly all the time wishing his voice could have been firmer. The hand was back trying to turn his face and Harry knowing that the Vampire could easily rip his head clean off let it. Staring briefly into the thoughtful eyes of the Vampire Harry lowered his eyes again instead he focused on the elaborate buttons decorating the Vampire's velvet frock coat.

"But you are afraid, Mr. Potter. If not of me then…" Harry darted a quick look up into the man's face to catch him frowning. He didn't even look forty, Harry thought. Pretty good considering that the count had still lived in Bavaria when the Romans were running around. Harry could feel the lump becoming larger and felt his eyes moisten. He wasn't going to cry. Nothing good ever came of crying. He had learned the lesson early in his cupboard. Crying meant no food, more chores and more pain.

"You are a virgin" came the surprised whisper making Harry look up into the ethereal eyes in shock, unknowingly showing his pain plainly for all to see. The vampire was gazing down at Harry in a mix of shock and something that Harry could only label as tenderness. The vampire's fingers were back on Harry' cheek stroking tenderly back and forth while the man seemed to gather himself. Harry didn't know what to feel. He had come in here mutinous, betrayed and waiting to be hurt, but the image of what he expected didn't seem to fit the man looking down on him with a warm smile. Wow! Thought Harry. Raphael von Geldenburg really was gorgeous. Something must once again to have shown on his face as the Count's smile became almost teasing making Harry tense again in slight fear. Although the room was plenty warm Harry was feeling the chill to his very bone. Almost cold inside with the realisation that he was really completely alone in this world.

"Harry" the sound of his first name from those pink lips were enough to make him focus back on the demon above him. "Why do I have a feeling that here with me is most likely the last place you would rather be?" Harry opened his mouth to reply, but shut it with a snap. Because the fact of the matter was that he would actually rather be here enduring the expected torture then being back with the Order members only consumed by hate and nothingness.

"You didn't know did you? You were betrayed?" Harry turned his face away again rather then let the demon read the answer in his face. His eyes were moist again and he could almost feel his lips quivering. Fingers were suddenly stroking his hair.

"You don't want anything to do with this war, do you? You would rather be far away." Came the velvety voice again, full of deepest sympathy, making the dam break for Harry. Feeling his body suddenly shake, the first tears fell down his cheeks and into the silk below.

"No" Harry managed to choke out. "I hate them. Hate them all" he felt he almost had to add. As more tears joined the others Harry felt himself being manhandled as he was turned around and pulled into strong arms. Harry ended up clinging to the man's velvet coat as the fingers kept stroking his hair while the other hand stroked up and down his naked back.

"Shhhh… Oh, Harry I can taste your pain. Let it out". And Harry did.

It wasn't until several hours later with Harry almost asleep that his awareness returned with the knowledge of just who he had cried his eyes out to this last hour. He was still naked as the day he was born and had his arms wrapped around the torso of the Vampire Count of Bavaria. Swallowing suddenly incredible embarrassed and self-conscious Harry felt his body stiffen in apprehension. The fingers still trailing up and down his shoulder-long black messy hair suddenly stopped. The other hand that had been on his lower back moved to his chin. The vampire leaned a bit back before lifting Harry's eyes to he could gaze into endless green with his own.

"You never have to be embarrassed in front of me Harry. I will never turn you away". The Count promised fervently, making Harry slightly suspicious of the wording. In the end he just nodded his acceptance and tried to relax again. But it was very hard considering that he was incredibly vulnerable next to the still fully dressed aristocrat. The fire was still going strong making Harry suspect magic but the colour of the sky outside the two large windows in room told that it was already late into the night. Harry swallowed again feeling nervous once more. The Count von Geldenburg still had plenty of time to do whatever he wanted with Harry.

"I will not deny I desire you, Harry" was whispered into his hair as the arms tightened around him once more.

"But I have never taken a person against his or her will. And I have no reason to start now. I was given the impression that you were more then willing to bed me both from your Headmaster and your little newspaper. To find you a virgin Harry was a truly pleasant surprise but still doesn't stop the fact that you didn't come here willingly"

The strong arms of the vampire were hugging him again and Harry having been tucked into the man's shoulder couldn't help but turn towards the vampire's throat and breath him in deeply.

"Say the word Harry and I will take you back. Don't worry. I won't recede my offer of aid. This was a mistake, but it was Dumbldore's and not yours. You shouldn't suffer from one man's manipulations"

Harry almost started at that. He could walk away. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. The fact of the matter was that Harry had NO desire what so ever to go back to the wretched Order, and to learn now that apparently the Headmaster had told wonderful stories about Harry's licentiousness to potential allies was revolting. Instead Harry asked him a question that had been niggling for a while now.

"Why did you want me? Was it just the whole boy-who…" but Harry didn't get any further before he found himself on his back again, one hand under his neck holding his head in place the other on his hip, being gazed upon with imploring honey eyes.

"No. Harry. Your celebrity status holds no sway for me, only that your pictures kept fuelling my obsession. The first time I gazed upon you was at the World Cup. Perhaps you even remember me, as I was a part of the Bulgarian attaché?"

Harry frowned trying to remember. Eyes widening in shock as he thought back to the red robed figure that had been sitting at the very end of the back row of the Ministry box. His hair had been much longer at the time but that wasn't why Harry could remember the Count so vividly. It was because as the Veela had come out onto the stadium and practically seduced every male possible in the vicinity, Harry had for some reason turned in chair to gaze at the shrouded figure in the corner. It had been one of the few times Harry had felt lust for another. A male person at that. Harry had been so mortified that he had purposely pushed the incident out of his mind, failing to notice that the interest wasn't as one-sided as he thought. He later pretended to be just as infatuated with the Veela as Ron had been. He'd even tried to date Cho and later Ginny to prove the incident was a fluke. As the honey coloured eyes held his green Harry could feel himself flush. The blood flooded into his cheeks and down his neck.

Trying to lower his head his eyes snapped up again when he heard an indrawn breath. There was so much warmth in that gaze that Harry could feel the blood rushing again.

"Do you understand? I have been fascinated with you since your were fourteen. Far to young for me to approach. I had thought that I could grab this opportunity to explain but perhaps a proper greeting or a letter would have been better then this complicated scheme. But then again, you have no idea how well you are watched. It took three different unbreakable vows to that Headmaster person concerning your safety that this evening was even possible".

Harry almost scoffed. His safety. The vampire must have felt his bitterness because he moved closer, almost laying atop of Harry's naked frame. His hands still firmly on his neck and hip.

"I desire you Harry. If you want you need never return to that wretched Order. My court and warriors are more then capable of dealing with insane wizards even one of Voldemorts power. I swear that I will never betray or purposely hurt you. You need never see any of them again. I promise you. Stay here, with me" came the almost desperately pleading voice of the Count. Harry couldn't help but feel flattered. Somebody had gone through all this, even turned down Voldemort, to try and get a meeting with Harry. Despite that he realised embarrassingly that he really hadn't needed to remove his clothes the second he came through the door he was flattered that someone had spent so much time trying to get to him. It really seemed too good to be true. What was the catch?

"What do you want from me?" Harry demanded looking the vampire straight in the eyes, to try and discern truth from lies. The vampire smiled so tenderly at him, that Harry melted a bit more and feeling bold he lifted one of the hands clenching the sheets to cover the cold one holding his hip.

"Just let me love you, Harry. And perhaps, let yourself be open up to the idea that one day you may love me in return"

Harry felt his breath catch and his eyes water again. Someone to love, who loved him in return. Biting his lip he tried to think rationally. He would literally be waking away from everything. Was there something he couldn't bare leaving? Somebody? No. Not really. Not even his father invisibility cloak or photo album held enough sway. The fact of the matter was that he had never known his parents and he never would. And it was him being a Potter that had started all this mess in the first place. No. Harry thought, there was nothing. But did that mean he could let himself be taken by this vampire? Let his body be changed forever more? Could he love this man? Looking up he gazed at the face of the man almost pinning him down on the bed. It didn't even bother Harry in the least. He wasn't feeling trapped. Just embarrassed by his state of dress. Yes. Something deep inside him said yes.

Eyes shining, Harry smiled. The vampire's eyes widened once more, as he seemed to unconsciously to lean towards Harry.

"As a vampire then?" Harry had to ask.

He watched as the being's gaze turn serious before answering.

"I will not force the change on you Harry, but I would hope that one day you could love me enough to let me change you. That you would join me forever and not let me watch your beauty and loveliness disappear from this world leaving me alone"

Though embarrassed by the soft compliments Harry frowned. The vampire was actually allowing him choose the time of his turning. Harry couldn't imagine what that had to be like for Lord Raphael. Although Harry would probably not notice, the vampire with his supreme senses would be able to see Harry growing older, hear his heart slowly but surely tiring as the years went by. Constantly fighting his natural instincts to drink from Harry. Constantly be careful with handling Harry without permanently damaging him. If the Count's previous fervent promise that he wasn't after the boy who lived, but just him, Harry knew that his would be one that convinced him. Shaking his head in almost fond amusement, Harry slowly but surely lifted his naked arms and put them around the vampires shoulders, making those amazing eyes widen and glow in appreciation.

"Yes, I will be yours my Lord" Harry smiled.

The vampire moved his clothed body even closer inhaling Harry's sent deeply.

"Raphael, Harry. Never, my Lord. Too many people have tried to rule your life already. I will not be one of them" came the quite but serious reply.

Harry smiled genuinely and his green eyes shone in the firelight, making the vampire once again wonder how such a beauty could really be mortal.

"Well, if this is happening, then it should happen properly and tonight" Harry said surely, knowing for once that his decisions was right. Before the first light of dawn Harry wanted there to be no doubt that he was where he belonged.

"No, Harry you don't have to. I want you to be sure" Raphael insisted firmly trying to create a little distance between them.

Harry tightened his grip.

"Please" he pleaded looking imploring up at the man he wanted to spend eternity with. How could explain this certainty. He just knew that this was what his life had led him to. He had this perfect chance to find true happiness forever and be cared for and was going to take it. It seemed that the vampire could sense something of this conviction because he smiled truly with teeth and all. Harry couldn't help noticing the pointed incisors and even knowing that those sharp canines would soon be imbedded in his throat didn't cause Harry to waver in his belief. This was right.

"I'm going to kiss you now" Raphael whispered above him and Harry flushed despite himself and smiled.

The vampire leaned down and Harry tilted his head up. Incredibly soft lips but colder covered his own, but it didn't matter anymore because Harry was already in heaven. He felt his eyes close as he relaxed his body back into the sea of silk feeling those pink lips massaging his own with perfect pressure. A lick on his lower lip had him gasping and before he knew it there was a surprisingly warm tongue battling his own. Harry moaned and started writhing on the bed feeling his body flush and his cock harden.

Suddenly the pressure was gone and Harry opened his eyes in question. Raphael smiled crookedly and Harry could actually feel himself falling in love a bit more. Standing the vampire kept his eyes locked with Harry's as he meticulously started to open his frock coat button by button before shrugging it off letting it fall to the floor. The embroidered vest was removed next before the scarf around his neck fell leaving the vampire in his white poet's shirt. Harry couldn't help but licking his lips in appreciation. The coat had hidden the vampire's sinuous legs and broad strong shoulders. Even through the loose shirt Harry could see the well-defined chest. The vampire smiled crookedly again at Harry's attention before he shrugged off the shirt as well. Harry almost felt like gaping. The definition of Raphael's chest was perfect! Like a swimmer there wasn't a patch of hair to be seen. The skin was just as pale here as the rest of him and almost shone in the firelight. The nipples were pink and Harry had a sudden urge to lick them but he let his gaze fall down the smooth chest and narrow waist. Those long fingers that Harry had felt in his hair and cheek were now opening the vampire's dark breeches. Harry flushed an attractive red as they fell leaving the vampire his white pants. Bending slightly he removed his stockings before straightening again and looking mischievously at Harry almost taunting him.

Harry tried his little used puppy dog look and it seemed to work especially when he started pouting just a bit as the vampire smiled tenderly. But Harry couldn't stop his sharply indrawn breath as his gaze was drawn to the prize standing proudly between the Vampire lord's legs. Harry swallowed nervously. He knew where that was going and he couldn't help wonder just exactly how it would fit. Flushing completely he let his gaze fall to the silk bed sheets in nervous embarrassment. Feeling the bed dip, Harry felt one of the cold hands land on his thigh before it slowly traced his body all the way up before it reached his chin and tilted his head up. His gaze was caught by Raphael's as the vampire smiled tenderly stroking his cheek again before leaning in to capture Harry's own red lips. Embarrassment forgotten Harry felt himself responding eagerly to the kiss and soon ended up on his back on the bed. He nervously parted his legs to let the bigger man lie between them. Ripping his lips away he hissed when Raphael's hard member met his own for the first time. It felt soooo good! Harry's couldn't help curving his spine and pushing his pelvis into the much older being above him. Soft lips latched onto his neck and the vampire began to frott against him far too slowly in Harry's opinion. The kissing continued until Harry had to draw a proper breath. Raphael used this opportunity to start marking Harry's neck and chest. He just couldn't help but moaning aloud when he felt the vampire scrape those sharp teeth on his tender flesh. There was something so incredibly erotic about Raphael sinking his teeth in Harry's neck. It was dangerous but so incredibly intimate at the same moment. Suddenly the vampire leaned back and looked down at Harry, the battle between lust and seriousness was visible in his face.

"Are you absolutely certain? This is FOREVER" Raphael was trying once more to place Harry's needs before his own and it was so very plain on his face. Harry knew that if he said no now that Raphael would indeed back off despite probably every instinct telling him the opposite. It only made Harry fall in love a bit more. Smiling tenderly eyes shining, Harry knew that his certainty was plain on his face.

"Yes" was all that was whispered, but it was enough. The vampire smiled that heart stopping crooked smile again before leaning over to the elaborately carved baroque nightstand that Harry had completely missed before. On it stood a medium sized silver bowl with intricate designs on it.

"Spread you legs" came the heated command, and Harry couldn't help the flush spreading down his body. He complied but felt incredibly exposed and vulnerable. Raphael seemed to sense it and one whispered phrase was all it took for Harry to relax once more.

"You are so incredibly beautiful" The voice hushed and adoring. Harry could feel himself flush with a different sort of embarrassment at the heated words. Eyes shining he gazed at Raphael as the vampire dipped his hand into the silver boil coming up covered in oil. Harry could feel his stomach twisting again, but he knew that Raphael would do everything to make it as painless as possible. Still gazing quickly at the red cock standing proudly long and thick from the dark brown curls Harry was more then a little nervous.

Laying back down again the vampire's the oil-covered hand fell between Harry's legs and he bent his knee slightly to give more room. Raphael leaned over again and started kissing Harry just as one of his fingers came in contact with a completely untouched area of Harry's body. Harry jerked but the finger just kept stroking the sensitive skin around his opening. Relaxing again Harry gave himself over to the kiss and received a hum of approval from the Count. Hesitantly Harry reached out his left arm and let his fall on Raphael's shoulder. Feeling the incredibly smooth skin under his fingers Harry relaxed completed into the silk bed. The finger tracing his opening lazily had started putting slight pressure on it, but not yet penetrating. But as Raphael felt Harry fall trustingly back into the bed, he carefully pressed into the warmth of the boy's body to the first knuckle. Harry couldn't help tensing. It wasn't painful exactly just very odd. He could feel the intrusion very keenly but as Raphael turned his head a little and started to kiss Harry's throat and shoulders again Harry relaxed once more. Carefully the vampire started to trace the opening with the tip of his finger, drawing small circles until he could feel it loosening. Whilst dragging his teeth across Harry's neck he pushed it in a bit further.

Harry was in heaven. Even though it felt very weird to have the aristocrat touching him back there he couldn't help the moan of appreciation when the vampire started to move his finger gently in and out. Strange as it sounded Harry really enjoyed the feeling. Feeling bolder he started to trace the Count's muscled while at the same time pushing back on the finger. Soon enough the first was joined by a second and although Harry tightened instinctively against the intrusion at first, he quickly relaxed once more enjoying the sensation.

Raphael himself was in absolute awe of the trust he was being shown. The boy beneath him was making the most incredibly sounds. The green eyes were endless but had clearly darkened in lust. Even the boy's submission was amazing to watch. Knowing that Harry had been used by every singly person he had met in his short life, Raphael was utterly amazed with the trust he had been given, and was going to make damn sure his Harry never regretted his decision.

Soon Harry was almost bouncing on three fingers. He had never felt more beautiful and wanted. And though he knew he should perhaps have been more embarrassed by all the sounds he was making, he just couldn't care. He felt lovely and wanted and was once again awed how certain he was about Raphael.

"Please" Harry breathed. "Need you, please". Harry was panting heavily by this point, but every instinct in his body told him that he wanted the vampire to penetrate him. Wanted to become one with Raphael.

The vampire gave a quick hard kiss to Harry's lips before withdrawing his fingers making Harry mewl at the loss. Dipping his hand once again in the silver bowl he covered his aching erection. The Count moved lower on the bed but grabbed a pillow to lift Harry's hips a bit higher. He knew that being taken from behind would have been easier for Harry but he also knew that both of them needed to gaze at each other's eyes. To see the trust and the certainty reflected back.

Harry flushed once more as he was lifted up and knew his was laying in plain view of the demon. But one look into the honey red-ringed eyes let Harry see the hunger for him, both his body, his blood and his timeless companionship. It relaxed him like nothing else.

"This will be uncomfortable, no matter what, but I will be as gentle as I can" Raphael felt the need to try and reassure the little Cherub lying beneath him. Getting a nod and a trusting smile from the still panting angel below him Raphael grabbed his erection in one hand before leaning over Harry and placing the other hand by the boy's shoulder. Gazing down at the slightly red and moist opening he let the head of his red cock brush teasingly across the entrance putting just a bit of pressure. Enjoying the indrawn sigh from the boy beneath him he quickly leaned down to press a swift kiss to the boy's stomach before pushing a bit more firmly.

17!! Mwahahaha!

Warm tongues battled as Harry moved his body hinting that he was okay and wanted Raphael to move. Three careful pushes later at slightly different angles the Count brushed against something inside of Harry that he had just hinted at before. Throwing his head back and pushing himself onto the vampire Harry moaned loudly. Oh God!

"Again" Harry manage to gasp before his new lover pulled out and in with a bit more force hitting that same amazing place within Harry's body that made his body tingle and his vision whiten.

"More, please" Harry moaned and whimpered. Again and again the Vampire Lord pushed into Harry's body. He writhed in the silk and before long started begging for more and harder. It felt so good and amazing. Harry felt warm and complete like never before.

The two lovers continued their ancient dance well into the morning hours and it wasn't until the sky was lightening outside that they reached their peak. Harry was soooo close. He just needed that little nudge. Suddenly he knew what he wanted, no needed.

"Bite me" Harry moaned out sounding almost like he was in pain. His golden skin shone in the firelight covered in sweat. His hair was wet and sticking to his forehead and Raphael didn't think his little Cherub could look lovelier. Knowing he needed to complete the ritual he leant down and breathed in his mate's sweaty scent.

Harry tilted his head instinctively to the side as he felt the vampire starting to kiss his neck never falling out of the rhythm of pushing in and out of Harry's body. The feel of teeth scraping his throat was the last warning Harry got before a sharp pain blossomed on his neck and then endless bliss. Screaming out his lover's name Harry came harder then he had ever come before splattering both their chests' with pearly come.

The aroused blood exploded on his tongue just as his little angel came beneath him. The grip on his cock became a vice and with three more thrusts into Harry's body he came hard and long moaning and swallowing the heated blood. Finally spent he carefully pulled out noticing the slight wince from his beloved beneath him and rolled to the side before he crushed his little one. Harry was so lovely right there. The green of his eyes could barely be seen beneath his eyelids as they were drooping with exhaustion. He was still panting and lay sprawled out completely boneless on Raphael's bed.

"Come on my love. Drink" Raphael encouraged as he bit his own wrist before tilting Harry's neck back to he could easier swallow. Moving sluggishly Harry latched onto his wrist and Raphael felt the nervous breath he had been holding releasing as Harry began sucking the blood. Within a couple of minutes Harry was full, satisfied, tired and so very happy. Releasing the wrist he sighed contently when he was dragged into the comforting arms of his Heart and felt the comforter being dragged over both of their bodies. Feeling a kiss pressed to his forehead and lips the last thing Harry heard before succumbing to oblivion left him with a contend smile on his lips.

"When you wake up tomorrow my little beloved, you will belong to me for the rest of eternity. I will never stop loving you, my Cherub". And Harry believed him.

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AN: Will probably be kicked off for this! But hey! You only live twice!