A/N: Hey, All! I know it's been a while, but I finally got some inspiration for this fic. I must say, originally, this chapter was half as long, but a few sentences had me going in another direction, which I think you will enjoy. It's good to be back, and I hope to start updating my other stories.

Happy reading,

Onyx

Draco watched with relaxed eyes as Harry gently tucked the sleeping man into bed, carefully making sure Severus was comfortable. A warm feeling spread through him at the sight. Vampires were known to hold everyone at arms-lengths. It was far too easy to get involved when drinking blood. It was an intimate connection that could easily blow out of proportion, so distance was often preferable.

Harry had been distant in the beginning of their…partnership. It had been understandable. For the entirety of their school lives, they'd been rivals. Cruel taunts and physical altercations were almost a daily occurrence, neither of them ever giving in. Things had been tense between them. Draco didn't trust the Boy-Who-Lived and Harry was skeptical about Draco's defection. Tentatively, the strength of their trust in each other grew. It was only further cemented after Harry had saved his life.

They had been doing some recon work somewhere in Scotland when things had gone wrong. It had simply been a matter of wrong time, wrong place and they'd been outnumbered. The cutting curse had come from nowhere and only Harry's quick reach and apparition had saved him. The landing hadn't been soft, but Draco had been unharmed. Harry, however, had caught the tail end of the curse. Blood flew quickly from a deep gash in his chest. When Draco had gone to heal it, the wound had already begun healing. The sight of red filtering across those green eyes had been all he needed to piece the puzzle together. From the first moment those fangs had sunk into his flesh, Draco had been lost.

Now, he couldn't imagine a life without the vampire. Harry had done so much for him since he'd openly defected from the Dark Lord. He'd offered protection to his mother, hiding her away in France with her sister, Andromeda. The mark that graced his father protected him from being tortured through the mark. Even now, Lucius was as safe as he could be.

Draco nearly jumped when arms came around him, a warm body molding to his back.

"Now…where have you gone?" His voice was warm and satisfied.

The blonde sighed, relaxing into strong arms. "Thinking of you."

Harry smiled, placing a chaste kiss against the blonde's neck, stopping himself from going further; content with the moment. "Flattering, love."

Draco's heart thumped. It always did when those warm endearments slipped from his lover's mouth. He closed his eyes. "It's always you, Harry."

The vampire pulled Draco to his feet, leading him to the chair near the fire, sitting down and pulling him onto his lap. After a few minutes of silence, Harry spoke. "Are you okay?"

There was a multitude more that could have been said and many more questions that could have been asked, but Draco knew what the raven wanted to know. He turned in his arms, reaching up a hand to tug Harry forward, their lips meeting in a lazy kiss. When their lips parted, he simply rested his forehead against Harry's, letting their breath mingle. Grey molten eyes looked into green eyes, still tinged with red. "Everything is perfect."

Harry smiled, gaze flicking to the sleeping man in his bed, but a frown soon touched the edge of his lips. "Everything but a certain menace."

Draco shook his head and let a chuckle escape, turning to straddle the dark haired vampire. "Only for a time. I have no doubt that you will end him." The resulting kiss quickly escalated.

Draco gasped as hot lips found the sweet spot on his neck. His fingers clutched at Harry's bare shoulders, red welts rising to the surface. The resulting growl sent a thrill down his spine, further coaxing the roaring fire growing in him. "...God...H-harry..."

The vampire smirked against his skin, dragging fangs across the small set of bite marks on the junction between his neck and shoulder. He slipped his hands down the pale back, purposefully lingering over the sensitive nerves on his skin. When his strong hands finally slid beneath his pant line and dipped down between the globes of his ass, he drank in the gasp.

Draco felt that lone finger toy with his opening, pressing lightly against the muscle. Merlin, but Harry was a tease. Another hand slid up his back, tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck. When the finger finally breached him, he let out a breathless gasp as Harry sharply tugged his head back, mouth latching onto his neck. It was a whirlwind of sensation. The sharpness of the fingers in his hair and the blunt feel of that finger entering him contrasted sharply, leaving no room for breath or thought. His eyes were open, blindly staring at the ceiling as another finger was added and the mouth at his neck grew sharper.

His cock was straining against his jeans, but Harry's strength was too great. Heat enveloped him as those fingers brushed inside him. His back bowed further, a gasp echoing through the room. Draco struggled to breath. When those fingers began to scissor and stretch him, he couldn't help but strain against the hand holding him in position. "Oh, God...P-please, Harry..."

Draco felt Harry's magic brush against him, tearing another moan from him. His naked flesh seemed to burn when his pants were vanished. Harry's skin was as sweaty as his own, sliding slickly against each other as Harry maneuvered his body, hand still anchoring his head back. It had to be impossible, but when the blunt head of Harry's cock pushed into him, he didn't even try to stop the guttural groan that fell from his lips and Harry didn't stop until he'd bottomed out. Harsh breathing filled Draco's ears for only a second before he was forced to move.

Harry was merciless, somehow holding Draco's head back, while driving brutally into him. Draco's hand searched for something to hold on to; anything to keep him anchored to the world, but Harry seemed bent on driving him out of his mind. Each thrust brushed his prostate, sending pleasure shooting through him, tightening the building coil deep in his stomach.

Harry drunk in the gasps and moans coming from his lover. Each debauched movement and sound touched with creature inside him, driving him to push deeper, to tug just a little bit harder on the fine blonde strands. Gods, he was close and, from the sight of his lover, Draco was too.

Draco wasn't sure he could take it anymore. Black spots were encroaching on his vision. Each thrust made his back bow and he breath short. Through the haze, he felt hot breath on his neck and moaned. When the hand gripped his cock, his belly tightened. His breath quickened.

So...close...

He froze when the fangs pierced his neck.

His visioned blanked. His breathing stopped. Ropes of hot cum splashed against his lover's chest. He didn't even feel the hot semen coating his insides.

Harry couldn't help the low groan that sounded in his throat when he came. Draco's blood spiked, the taste euphoria on his tongue. He drew in slow gulps, savouring the taste and the energy surging through the red liquid.

Draco shuddered, back still bowed as he felt Harry sucking on his neck. "...F-fuck..."

Harry pulled his fangs out, the wounds quickly healing. He let go of the blonde's hair, letting the man lean forward. The vampire breathed hard against his lover's skin, taking in the scent of sweat and magic against him.

Draco couldn't do more than try to get his breath back. A dull ache started in his back, but he relished the sensation. He wanted to wrap his arm around the vampire, but he was boneless. At that moment, there wasn't anywhere else he'd rather be. He could still feel Harry inside him and knew he would have to move, but it could wait.

Before he finally succumbed to sleep, he felt two arms wrap around him, words whispered hotly into his ear. "I love you, Draco."

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