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Crush (end) by:Eriador117

Author: Eriador117
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Title: Crush
Author: Eriador117
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: approx. 8,550
Pairings/characters: Snape/Harry
Summary: A discussion about an undercover assignment leads to much more.
Warnings: Slash, vampire!Snape, bloodplay, hints of D/s, hurt/comfort.
Author's notes: witten for or Mimiheart at harry_holidays. I Thanks to Rakina for the beta :)

This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.




Crush

"Hermione, help!" Harry called downstairs where the last time he saw his two best friends, they were busy snogging on his sofa. Harry thought it was about high time the two of them took the plunge and moved in together or got married already, but Ron still seemed to balk at either idea, much to Hermione's amusement.

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked once she arrived in Harry's bedroom.

Every item of clothing from Harry's wardrobe was flung haphazardly on his bed. Harry ran a hand through his hair, not really attempting to flatten it, more as an effort to try and calm himself down. "I've nothing to wear!"

Hermione glanced at the stack of clothes on the bed and then back at Harry. "Of course you have, you've got more clothes here than Madam Malkin's and Gladrags combined. Well, first things first. Where is he taking you?"

"I don't know. Somewhere for dinner."

"Right, casual or formal?" Hermione began sorting through his shirts and trousers; jumpers and jackets; discarding some on the floor and organising the rest into piles. Harry had never realised he had quite so many clothes before. He'd gone on a spending spree on his seventeenth birthday as soon as he was free of the Dursleys and Dudley's awful hand-me-downs.

"I'm not sure. He didn't say."

"Well, how about the green silk shirt and a pair of black dress trousers? That's sort of smart casual, so you shouldn't feel out of place wherever he takes you. And that silver-grey jumper. Yes, that looks well together. Robes?"

"No, we're going somehwere Muggle. Less chance of running into Rita Skeeter that way."

"True," said Hermione as she set Harry's outfit aside and Banished the rest of the clothes back to the wardrobe. "And you don't really want it to get back to the office, do you?"

"God, no!" exclaimed Harry. "They tease me bad enough as it is about my love life, or lack thereof. They'd have a field-day with this, wouldn't they?"

"Harry, does it really matter what they think? As long as you're happy, that's what matters, not gossip."

"But he was my teacher."

"Was being the operative word here, Harry. So what if he used to be your teacher? That was years ago, you're colleagues now. Both adults, both able to decide what you want and if you want to be together, where's the harm in it?"

"Aren't you getting a bit ahead of yourself there? It's only our first date."

"First of many, I'm sure. Harry, you were both so withdrawn after the war. This is your first date in what, five years or thereabouts? And Snape has never struck me as someone who goes in for one-night stands."

"Hermione! I'm not about to jump into bed with him! This is a bad idea, maybe I should just cancel? What about..."

"As you just said, you're not about to sleep with him yet, so he doesn't need to know. Let him get to know you, the real you. Not the student you used to be and then things will fall into place, you'll see."

"I wish I felt as confident as you."

Hermione sat down on Harry's bed and patted the mattress beside her. Harry failed to stifle the urge to smile.

"What's so amusing?" she asked, quirking a brow in his direction.

"You do realise you're the only woman who's ever been on my bed?"

"I had actually, you're not exactly a playboy, are you?" Hermione patted the bed again. "Sit. Talk."

Harry had long ago resigned himself to the fact that Hermione seemed to think things got better the more you talked about them, but that still didn't help him overcome his reticence to talk about personal things.

"Harry, the man asked you to dinner, it must mean something. He likes you, otherwise he would never have asked you on a date, would he?"

"I suppose so. But maybe he just wants to go as friends. Maybe I'm reading too much into it."

"And Severus Snape makes a habit of asking his friends and co-workers to dinner, does he?"

"No, not really."

"There you are then. It's because he's interested in you as more than just friends."

Harry desperately wanted to believe her. He'd had a crush on Severus since his sixth year of school, although he hadn't actually known the Half Blood Prince's identity at the time. Now though; it just seemed too good to be true. What could he see in Harry?

"Harry Potter, don't you dare think of standing that man up! I'd never forgive you and neither would he!"

"He's picking me up here, I won't get a chance to stand him up."

"Good. What time is he getting here?"

"Around seven."

"Right, you go and get ready and Ron and I will leave you to it."

"Ron's not really okay with it, is he?" That was an understatement if ever there was one. But Ron's disapproval hadn't stopped him from enjoying Harry's sofa, had it? Ron still lived at home and Hermione was in the dormitories at St. Mungo's with the rest of the apprentices; so they had very little chance of getting together unless it was at Harry's house. He didn't begrudge them that; he just wished Ron was more broadminded when it came to Harry's own love life.

"Ron's Ron," Hermione explained. "He'll be fine. You just have a fabulous time tonight."

***

Harry looked at himself in the mirror and combed his hair for the umpteenth time. It was as futile as ever to try and get it to look tidy, but at least he knew he'd made the effort to try. That errant tuft that stuck up at the back wasn't so noticable now that he'd let his hair grow that bit longer. Well, really, it was wider rather than longer. His hair tended to grow outwards rather than down. It barely skimmed his shoulders but had quite a bit of body now and had a slight curl to it.

Harry smoothed down his jumper once again. His shirt tail was showing underneath it and he wondered if Severus would find that too untidy looking. Hermione said it was the Muggle fashion to wear it that way these days; Harry was inclined to believe her, but it didn't make him feel any more comfortable.

Seven o'clock on the dot, the doorbell rang and Harry ran downstairs to answer it. His heart was hammering against his ribs and he took a deep breath before opening the door. Severus was dressed in a pair of black trousers and a pale grey shirt, over which he was wearing a black leather jacket that skimmed his hips. The shirt was open at the neck, showing a bit of chest hair and Harry found his eyes straying downwards, his face flushing as he wondered how much of the man's chest was covered in hair.

"Um, hi, come in," said Harry, widening the door and feeling like an idiot. Severus Snape could always reduce him to a bumbling student. Harry took another deep breath and his worries faded a little when Severus smiled at him.

"Relax, Potter. It's only a date. You have been on dates before, haven't you?"

"Of course!" Harry said with false bravado. Well; he had been on a date, if you counted that disastrous Valentine's Day with Cho. But after that, not so much. What with his training to defeat Voldemort; his classes to get through and earn his NEWTs, Harry had never really had much time for romance. But when Severus asked, he couldn't refuse; he'd hankered after the man for so long.

"I wish you'd call me Harry. I'm not your student any more and I don't want you thinking of my father every time you speak to me."

"That's fair, I suppose. Will you call me Severus in return?"

"Do you want me to?"

"I wouldn't be averse to it."

"Very well, Severus. Shall we go? Or do you want a drink or something before we head off?"

"The reservations are for seven-thirty, so we probably don't have time for a drink just yet."

"Is this okay?" Harry asked, glancing down at his ensemble.

"You look perfect, Harry. Anyone would be proud to have you on their arm."

"Oh. Oh," Harry sighed, blusing again and hoping he could stop doing that sometime soon. Was it his fault that the nearness of the man affected him so badly? "Thanks. You scrub up well yourself."

"It's our first date, Harry. I thought I'd make an effort."

Harry grinned and held out his arm. "Shall we?"

***

Severus never felt as comfortable in Muggle surroundings as he did in the wizarding world. He felt too much like a visitor, a tourist as they made their way across Leicester Square in London and to the small Italian restaurant tucked into one of the side streets leading off the square. Harry, on the other hand seemed at home in both places and his earlier nervousness seemed to have dissipated somewhat.

Severus placed a hand on the small of Harry's back as they entered the restaurant. Harry turned and bestowed a rare smile on him. Severus was determined that Harry would have lots to smile about in future. Severus had suspected Harry had a crush on him even during their time as student and teacher; but his own crush he hoped he had hidden well. It wasn't so much the teacher/student secenario that bothered him, but more the fact that he might have been rejected and ridiculed if it became public knowledge. Severus had used the excuse that Harry was his student to avoid any romantic entanglments but Harry was no longer his student. No longer forbidden. No longer off limits, and if Harry still felt the same way about him...

Well, he was here, wasn't he? On a date. Out in public with Severus Snape. Harry seemed to have no qualms about that at all. He wasn't ashamed to be seen in the man's company. Relationships between Aurors and Auror Cadets, while not exactly forbidden, were not exactly welcomed with open arms either, as it was thought that they blurred the line between mentor and apprentice. Harry had been Severus' Cadet for almost three years now. They worked well together; having sorted out their differences after the war. It would be a shame to do anything to jeopardise their working relationship, but Severus knew he wanted something more with the young man standing beside him.

A maitre d' smiled a greeting and handed them each a menu. The menu was nearly larger than Harry and Severus was reminded again of how delicate Harry was. Severus much preferred his lovers smaller; like Harry.

"For two?"

"Yes, please," said Severus. The maitre d' clicked his fingers at a passing waiter.

"Antonio will show you to your table."

"Thank you," said Harry as he and Severus followed Antonio the waiter to a small round table tucked in a quiet corner. Severus couldn't have hoped for better. It was intimate; very suitable for a date. The waiter left them to peruse their menus, returning a few moments later with a jug of iced water and two large glasses. Harry poured Severus out a glass before pouring for himself.

Harry looked up, a shy smile on his face, almost as if he was angling for something. Approval, maybe? For Severus knew Harry was not the type of man who fished for compliments. Hmm, interesting. Severus had never considered Harry Potter to be the sort of man who was looking for domination either.

"Thank you, Harry," said Severus and was rewarded with a delightful pink blush. Harry was pleased that his actions had been ackowledged.

"Oh," said Harry, looking at the diners opposite them. "Isn't that Jonathan Carver?"

Jonathan Carver? Oh, my, this was getting even more interesting. "I never expected you to read that sort of thing, Harry. Do you enjoy his books?"

Harry nodded, the blush seeming almost permanent now.

"What's your favourite?" asked Severus, sipping at his water.

"Claimed," Harry replied at once. "The vampire was so sexy, don't you think? And the way he pursued Paul. It was hot."

"I agree, it is one of my favourites also. I very much enjoyed The Alchemist's Apprentice too."

"Oh, God yes!" Harry agreed enthusiastically. "That scene where they did it on the desk and the apprentice with his hands bound behind his back. He must have trusted him a lot to do that to him."

"Indeed. And do you trust me, Harry?"

Harry didn't answer at first, just toyed with the stem of his water glass. "I - I think you know I have quite a few issues with trust. You're also one of the very few who know why. But yes, Severus. I do trust you."

"I think you should have the minestrone soup; it's delicious," Severus suggested, just to see what Harry would do.

"You think so? Okay. Any suggestions for the main course?"

"The chicken parmesan." Severus took a sip of his water and watched Harry over the rim of the glass. Nearing twenty one now, Harry didn't look that much older than when he'd been Severus' student. Still shorter than average, he nevertheless had a powerful aura about him. His face was more angular; his lips fuller and the hair just begged for fingers to run through it.

"Okay," Harry nodded and set his menu aside.

Once the waiter had departed with their orders; Severus surreptitiously cast a Muffliato Charm around them.

"Why did you ask me out, Severus?" Harry asked, playing with the handle of the water jug. He couldn't seem to keep his hands still.

"Why do you think? I fancy you. I wanted to see you in a more casual setting."

"You really fancy me? Me?"

Did the young man have no self-worth at all? Severus raked his eyes over Harry's face and upper body. "Indeed; you're very handsome and I know form working with you how intelligent you really are. You kept a lot hidden while you were at Hogwarts, didn't you?"

Harry nodded. "Yeah, it just got to be a habit after a while. The Dursleys were always worse if I happened to do better at school than Dudley, so I just pretended I wasn't very academic."

"Talking about intelligence, Shacklebolt has a new assignment for us. Undercover."

Harry's eyes lit up with excitement. "Undercover? They don't usually let Cadets do undercover work, do they?"

"No, but this one is very ah specialised. Do you remember Arabella Figg?"

"Yes, of course."

"Well, her nephew is a Squib and runs a nightclub for vampires, but recently a lot of his clientele have been turning up murdered rather than undead. He wants an investigation for if it keeps going at this rate; he won't have a club left."

"Someone's killing vampires?" Harry asked. "And they need a vampire to infiltrate the club?"

"Something like that."

"Of course. So if you're the vampire, who am I supposed to be?"

"My thrall," said Severus, his groin tightening at the thought. "Do you know what that is?"

"Not really. It's like some sort of pet, though, isn't it?"

"It is. Would that be a problem for you?"

"No. Not if I was yours."

***

Harry could hardly believe he came right out and said that. His face felt hot and he downed the glass of water so fast he almost choked. Severus was staring at him and Harry felt his trousers tighten at the hunger in that gaze. What he had told Hermione? That he wouldn't be jumping into bed on the first date? Who was Harry kidding? He'd been waiting for this man for so long that Harry would have quite happily knelt down on the floor or up against the wall right now. Whatever Severus wanted he was going to get.

"I'm not sure I would ever have expected you to enjoy that sort of thing, Harry. You've read about it in Carver's books, but have you ever done anything like that in real-life?"

"No, but I'd really like to try it with you. Only if you want to," Harry hastily added. He didn't want Severus to feel forced into it.

"Harry, I would be honoured if you showed me such a side of yourself. I must admit it does suprise me. I always thought you were one who always wanted to be in control."

"Not really," Harry admitted. "It's just that was how I was expected to be. But I really ache for someone to just control things and take care of me." Harry gulped down some more water just as the waiter returned with their starters. Both were silent as the waiter served them and then returned to their conversation.

"So, what is a thrall, exactly?" Harry asked.

"A vampire's thrall is a human who is under their spell and bound to that vampire for the rest of their human life. Sometimes the vampire will turn his thrall so they will be together for eternity. You will have to seem as if you are under my spell, enthralled by me in fact."

"That won't be a problem," said Harry, his face still flaming. He didn't know whether to drink his water or douse himself with it; his whole body felt as if it was on fire. Severus was quiet, very quiet. "There's more, isn't there?"

"Indeed, I may have to drink from you to keep our cover."

"Drink? Merlin, you mean blood, don't you?" Harry's hand shook as he took another sip of water.

"I do. Would that upset you?"

"No," Harry replied, surprised how steady his voice sounded. "Not upset."

Severus quirked an eyebrow at him. "It arouses you?" Severus asked, his voice husky.

Harry crossed his legs beneath the table, thankful that the tablecloths were long and covered his body's reaction from the other patroms. But not from Severus, for he was looking at Harry very carefully, his eyes widening.

Severus lowered his voice, made it sound even deeper. "We're going to have to practice, to make sure we fit in."

"P- practice?" Harry gasped as a spike of arousal shot through his lower belly and lower still. His cock was hard and throbbing within his trousers.

"Yes, Harry. I'm going to have to lick you, to suck you, to bite you."

"Oh, God! Stop! I'm going to come in my trousers if you don't stop talking like that!" Harry whimpered.

"No you won't, Harry. You don't have permission to come yet, do you?"

Harry gaped at him. He meant it? Severus was really going to take control? Heat flared in every nerve in his body.

"No, sir."

"I think it's time we took this somewhere a little more private, don't you?"

Harry nodded, almost beyond coherency by now.

Severus called the waiter back and cancelled their order, leaving enough money to cover their bill and quite a generous tip. Harry had attempted to pay, but Severus would have none of that and made him put his wallet away. Once they were outside, Harry started feeling nervous again. Could Severus really want him?

Severus seemed to sense his reservations. He cupped Harry's face in his hands and stared at him, not giving Harry the chance to look away. "Harry, I want you. That hasn't changed and it won't. Do you feel neverous around me because I am now a vampire?"

Harry shook his head. "No, It's not that. If Sanguini hadn't turned you, you'd be dead from Nagini's bite. I don't want you to be dead."

"What is it, then?" Severus asked softly.

"Just wondering why I suddenly got so lucky." Harry grinned to try and help break some of the tension he was feeling.

"Indeed," said Severus, hugging Harry close to him. "Now, shall we get out of here?"

Harry nodded and held on tight to the taller body of his companion before Apparating them straight into his bedroom. What he hadn't anticipated was seeing Ron and Hermione together on his bed. But as his eyes adjusted to the low levels of light, he realised the girl's hair was blonde, not Hermione's brown.

"Ron! What the Hell are you doing?" Harry demanded. He gathered up Ron's clothes from the floor and threw them at the bed. Harry's arousal fled as quickly as it had come.

"Shit!" Ron muttered under his breath. "I didn't think you'd be back this early!"

"Obviously! Get dressed and get out and take her with you!" Harry stomped out of the room and made his way downstairs, with Severus following close on his heels.

Severus paused by the fireplace while Harry sat down on the sofa, his hands shaking.

"I take it you didn't expect to come home to that?" asked Severus.

"Of course not!"

A few minutes later they heard the front door slam and a sheepish Ron appeared in the living room doorway.

"Harry, let me explain, please," said Ron, running a hand through his very mussy hair.

"How exactly are you going to explain cheating on Hermione?" Harry growled. "How could you do that to her?"

"I didn't cheat on Hermione! That was - I mean - she wasn't a girlfriend or anything. She was um -"

"I believe what Mr. Weasley is trying to say and failing miserably is that the young lady was paid for her services."

"Paid? Oh, Merlin, you brought a prostitute into my house? Into my bed?"

"Don't look at me like that! I haven't done anything wrong!"

"Go, just go," said Harry with a sigh. "I can't talk to you right now."

"You won't tell Hermione, will you?"

"I don't know, Ron. Please just go."

"You heard him, Weasley."

Ron nodded and shuffled out, looking like a kicked puppy when it was him who had done the wrong thing!

Once Ron had left, Severus joined Harry on the sofa.

"Harry, you do realise that Ron was only keeping to Pureblood tradition. It is seen as perfectly acceptable for men to visit prostitutes, especially before they are married and are not supposed to be bedding their prospective wife."

"What? Even if they have a girlfriend or are engaged?"

Severus nodded. "Virginity is highly prized in prospective female marriage partners."

"That's very old-fashioned, I can't imagine Hermione waiting if she really wanted to be with someone."

"But it wasn't her who was using your house, was it?"

"No." Maybe Hermione had more respect for Harry and his home. She might find it okay to kiss Ron on his sofa, but maybe nothing further so perhaps Severus was right all along. "It still doesn't make what Ron did okay. I still think he cheated."

"And from your reaction, I take it you don't find cheating on a partner acceptable?"

"No, I don't."

"Good, for I have no intention of sharing you with anyone." In the last few moments, Severus had moved closer to Harry on the sofa, but he had been so indignant about Ron that Harry barely noticed. He noticed now. Noticed how pale Severus' face was and how his teeth were beginning to resemble fangs. Harry's heart thudded against his chest.

"Are you frightened?" Severus asked.

It would be foolish to deny it. Severus could probably smell the fear from miles away. Even when he'd been human, Severus had a very keen sense of smell; how much more intense would it be now? "A little."

"Don't be. I'm not going to drink from you tonight."

"You're not?"

Severus laughed. "You sound disappointed. I really did want to discuss some things with you first. Are you sure about this type of relationship, Harry?"

"No, but I'd like you to teach me. Even though I haven't done it, I think it's what I want." Harry was glad his voice sounded so firm. "Um, Severus. I suppose I'd better tell you. I - I haven't really been in any sort of relationship before."

"You're a virgin?"

Harry nodded. "You're disappointed, aren't you?"

"Disappointed? Hardly. Surprised? Yes. It's not only Purebloods who find virgins attractive, Harry. To claim a virgin as their thrall is something many vampires aspire to."

"You - you like that idea?" Harry asked.

"No my dear Harry. I love that idea." Severus pushed at Harry's shoulders until he was lying prone on the sofa and Severus was straddling his hips. Harry's mouth suddenly went dry and his cock sprang to attention in his trousers. He could feel precome leaking from him and soaking his underwear. Harry shifted his hips restlessly as desire coursed through him.

"Please!" Harry begged.

Severus stared down at him, two dark eyes glittering with something Harry couldn't define but it looked a lot like hunger.

"Please what?"

"Please, sir," Harry whispered.

"And what is it you're begging for, hmm?" Severus asked as he leant down and licked Harry's neck, just below his ear. Harry's hips arched; his neck had always been sensitive and the wet swipe of Severus' tongue was making him even hornier if that were possible. "Oh God! Please! Bite me! Touch me!" Harry shrieked.

"Do you know how good you smell to me?" Severus said softly against his ear. "You smell like power and purity all wrapped up in one. A very unusual combination. Heady. Can you feel how much you affect me?" Severus thrusted his hips and Harry could feel the firm erection on his abdomen and the physical knowledge that Severus wanted him; really wanted him had Harry's head reeling.

"Drink me, sir, please," Harry whispered hoarsely. His body was on fire for it and he wondered if Severus had used some sort of spell to make him want to be bitten. Both of them were thrusting their hips against each other, as if their lower bodies couldn't quite keep still.

"You're a virgin, Harry. If I drink from you, I'm claiming you as mine. You will never be able to have anoher lover."

"I don't want another lover! I only want you!" Harry cried, pulling on Severus' shoulders so that their faces were mere inches apart. Harry lifted his head slightly so that he could reach up and kiss him. It wasn't Harry's first kiss, but he hadn't exactly had much experience kissing either and it was messy and sloppy, but made him feel as if he was floating.

Severus soon took control of the kiss, sucking hard on Harry's mouth as their hips contiued to move against each other. He cupped Harry's cheeks in his hands as they kissed and kissed, stealing the breath from each other. Did vampires even breathe? Soon, Harry's body was too awash with pleasure to think about anything else. His cock was pressing uncomfortably against the zip of his trousers and his underwear felt soaked. There was something more tonight. His arse was twitching with every throb of his cock. He felt hollow and empty, he needed to be filled.

Gasping, Harry pulled their mouths apart. "Please, sir!" he pleaded again, his voice a needy whine this time. He needed; God how he needed! Severus' hands moved down his body, skimming along his chest before stopping and undoing the top button of his trousers with quick hands. Once the zip was pulled down as well, Severus lifted his hips up and tugged Harry's trousers down, his hand reaching in and curling around Harry's cock.

"Ahhh! Ahhh! Fuck!" Harry moaned in ecstasy as he was finally touched. Severus placed one knee between Harry's open legs so that he could rub up against him. Harry bucked as his cock and Severus' hand was pressed against Severus' leg and he could feel himself leave a wet trail along Severus' body.

"Merlin, you're so wild," Severus groaned as he leaned over Harry's body again, his breath hot on Harry's neck. Harry wrapped his arms around him and pulled Severus' head down to his neck. His heart was beating so fast Harry knew Severus would be able to feel the pulse in his neck and he was right. Severus hissed and nuzzled close, his lips pressing softly against Harry's skin. "So warm," Severus mumbled and then Harry felt the first piercing of those fangs.

He screamed at the sudden pain of it; his arms tightening instinctively around the vampire. Harry could feel his heart pumping the blood faster and faster through his body. Severus was clamped to his neck, making obscene sucking noises as he drank Harry's blood for the first time. The pain was dwindling, instead being replaced by a pleasure so intense Harry was afraid he might pass out. Drinking from Harry's neck, Severus was still pumping Harry's cock in time with his suckling.

Harry's world dwindled to his neck and cock and the aching need to come. His belly clenched; his thighs tightened as he felt his balls contract with each drink of blood. Harry's arms loosened and fell back on the sofa; the lights were getting dimmer as his cock spurted in ecstatic pulses over Severus' hands.

"Severus!" Harry screamed before he knew no more.


***

Harry struggled to open his eye; they felt glued shut and his head was pounding like a drum beat. He groaned and turned over in bed. Bed? The last he remembered he and Severus had been entangled on the sofa. Sunlight was coming through the small gap in the curtains and dust motes were swirling in the beam.

Harry was dressed in a nightshirt; he could see his clothes sitting folded on a nearby chair. Severus had undressed him and put him to bed and then left without even a note? Had Harry just been food after all? Harry climbed down from the bed; dizziness and nausea assailing him as he did so and he had to grab hold of the bed so that he wouldn't fall. The room was spinning around him and all his muscles felt weak. He sank to his knees by the side of the bed, taking deep breaths hoping it might make the urge to throw up pass.

"Harry! What are you doing out of bed?"

Harry turned to the doorway and Severus' voice. "I thought you'd left!" he accused.

"Of course I haven't left you! Now get back into bed, I'll be looking after you. It was my first time feeding from you; you will feel weak and sick for a day or so. In the meantime you are going to be pampered within an inch of your life. I've Firecalled work, let them know that we are both taking a few days off."

"What about the assignment?"

"We'll just do it when you're feeling better. Now, back into bed and let me get you some breakfast."

"I don't feel that hungry," said Harry.

"Do you feel sick?"

Harry nodded. "And I've got a headache."

"Again, nothing unusual after your first time as a thrall. It will get easier over time."

Severus crossed the room in a few large sides and scooped Harry up in his arms before settling him back on the bed, fluffing pillows up behind him and pressing a hand to Harry's brow. "You've got a little bit of a fever. I'll get you some potions, you just rest."

As Severus turned to leave; Harry grabbed hold of his hand. "Thank you, Severus. For staying, I mean."

"You expected me to leave when I knew how ill you would be? Do you think so little of me?"

Harry flushed with embarrassment. "I didn't mean it like that. I'm just not used to someone looking after me."

"Well, that's about to change. You're mine now, Harry." With that, Severus turned and strode out of the room with as much dignity as if he'd been wearing robes. Harry leant back against his pillows and despite the nausea still roiling in his stomcah, he was smiling too. This was much better than Carver's novel. This wasn't a fantasy. This was real. Severus wanted him. Wanted him so much he'd made Harry his thrall. But Harry still wasn't quite sure what that meant. He didn't feel much different. He still felt like himself. Yes, he wanted to please Severus, but then he'd wanted to do that for a long time already.

***

Severus found all the potions he needed in Harry's bathroom cabinet; everything labelled in his own neat script. As well as working as an undercover Auror, Severus brewed all the potions needed for the field agents. There was the anti-nausea potion; pain relieve, blood replenisher as well as the more specialised salves for burns and bruises and vials of Dreamless Sleep. In fact, there seemed to be more Dreamless Sleep than anything else. Severus sighed and closed the cabinet after finding what he needed. No one could begrudge the boy a sleep free from dreams. Severus smiled to himself. He was hardly a boy now, was he? It was time to get the image of that impudent student out of his head and see Harry as the young man he now was.

When Severus returned to the bedroom with the vials he needed; Harry was sitting upright against his pillows, his eyes closed. Inky eyelashes dusted his cheeks; cheeks that were far too pale. Had Severus taken too much blood last night? It was always more difficult to control the first feeding from a thrall; as by bleeding them almost dry, it made escape more difficult. Severus knew that Harry didn't want to escape but he should have controlled his baser instincts better. That had been hard to do last night, but now that he'd already fed from Harry it should be easier next time.

Severus pushed aside a lock of hair obscuring Harry's neck to see the two puncture wounds he'd inflicted last night. They would never look fully healed; it was how other vampires knew Harry had already been claimed as a thrall, but they wouldn't cause Harry any pain once the actual feeding stopped. Harry mumbled something and opened his eyes.

"Were you asleep?" Severus asked softly.

"Just drifting a little."

"I've got your potions here. Take the peppermint first; you won't feel so sick then."

"Thanks." Harry held his hand out for the vial but Severus shook his head and held the anti-nausea potion up to Harry's lips.

Once Harry had finished drinking the pepperming, Severus gave him the blood replenisher and pain reliever next. His colour improved dramatically once he'd finished the blood replenisher. "You'll still feel weak for a few more days," Severus warned. "But don't worry, I'll be here to look after you."

"This is strange," Harry said, almost to himself. "This isn't how vampires are normally portrayed, is it?"

"If you're talking about Jonathan Carver's books and others like that, don't forget they are Muggles and are quite happy with the myths and legends. Reality doesn't come into it."

"So what is the reality?" Harry asked curiously. "I mean, you don't seem much different to me. You're paler, but then you've always been quite pale, haven't you?"

"You must be feeling better or you wouldn't be asking so many questions."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be rude or anything."

Severus sat down on the edge of the bed. "I wasn't complaining, Harry. It was just an observation. Just because I'm not a vampire, it doesn't mean that who I was before is now gone. I'm still Severus Snape, I still have all of my memories, all of my personality from before. It's just now there are some extra things that I've never had before. Unlike some of the Muggle books you may have been reading; I don't crave blood constantly, but I do need it occasionally to keep healthy. My senses are enhanced to some extent, but especially while I am feeding from a thrall. Not every feeding will turn a human into a thrall; there has to be trust between the two of them for that to happen. Once a thrall is chosen, the vampire does not desire to feed from anyone else. As you may have gathered, feeding has sexual connotations between the vampire and their thrall. It's how a thrall can allow the feeding, despite it hurting."

"Do you have a reflection?" Harry asked.

"I do. I can also tolerate garlic and crosses and all the rest of it."

"So why are vampires considered Dark creatures?"

Severus snorted. "You know how paranoid the Ministry is. Anything to do with blood is automatically categorised as Dark, never mind that what happens between two consenting adults is none of their business! As for the myth of vampires going around and drinking their fill from an innoncent populace, whether Muggle or wizard is just that: a myth."

"Thank you for telling me all this, Severus. You didn't have to."

"I did," Severus said. "We are bound together now, Harry. I don't want to keep secrets from you."

Harry squeezed his hand. "Still. Thank you for sharing so much of yourself with me."

***

Harry opened his eyes and stretched languidly on his double bed. The quilt had slipped in the night and his feet were out in the cold. He tucked them back in and wriggled them trying to get some warmth back in them. It had been three days since Severus had first fed from him and the first morning that he hadn't woken up feeling sick and dizzy. In fact; he felt better than he'd ever felt before. A morning erection was tenting the bedclothes above him but unfornately he was in the bed alone this morning. Harry cocked his head and heard the water running in his ensuite bathroom.

Grinning to himself, he climbed out of bed and stripped off his nightshirt as he went, shivering a little in the morning cold but didn't bother with a warming charm. He had a feeling Severus would soon warm him up. His erection pointing the way, Harry pushed open the bathroom door and was greeted with a wall of steam.

Things were a little fuzzy around the edges without his glasses, but he wouldn't normally wear them in the shower anyway. Harry could make out Severus' shape through the frosted glass of the shower enclosure: Severus' head was tilted back as he shampooed his hair. Harry opened the door and stepped inside, the force of the shower spray making him splutter at first.

"Good morning, Harry," Severus said, without even turning around. He didn't seem at all surprised at all. "I could sense you."

"So I guess I won't be able to sneak up on you and surprise you?"

Severus turned his head, angling it so that he was out of the spray of hot water. "You can't sneak up on me, no, but you can still surprise me." Severus raked his gaze over Harry's naked body, lingering longest on Harry's hard cock. "You seem to have recovered very quickly."

"That's good, isn't it?" Harry grinned and curled his fingers around his cock. Severus grabbed hold of Harry's wrist.

"No you don't, Mr. Potter. That's for me and me alone. Have you forgotten a thrall is supposed to serve his Master's needs?"

"No, sir," Harry said breathlessly. It was with amazing ease that Severus slipped between the role of concerned lover and dominant Master and Harry was glad he got to see both sides of him. Before Severus even had to ask; Harry knelt on the floor of the shower and bowed his head. Water rained down on his neck and he wished it was Severus' hands that were caressing him, not the water from the shower. Harry waited with bated breath, wondering what Severus was going to do next.

"It's not just you who awoke hard this morning," Severus said huskily. "You look good on your knees. Open your mouth."

Harry obeyed the order, his heart speeding up at what he anticiapted was coming next. His thoughts were correct; a few moments later he felt the spongy head of Severus' cock push past his lips. Harry swallowed around it and hoped Severus wouldn't expect him to deep throat him yet. Harry had never done it before; had never had it done to him either so he had no previous experience to go on. What was he supposed to do?

Well, it was called a blow-job, wasn't it? But that didn't seem quite right. Mentally shrugging, Harry blew softly on the tip and was surprised to hear Severus chuckle and pull his head back from his cock.

"You really are a virgin, aren't you? It's just a name, Harry. It's not really about blowing, but about sucking."

Harry flushed with embrarrassment. "Sorry, sir."

"There's no need to apologise for not knowing something. I don't expect you to know everything. In fact I'll have fun teaching you. I have a feeling these classes you will enjoy."

Harry smiled up at him. "I have a feeling I will as well."

"You're feeling very cheeky this morning. Since you're feeling better, tonight we go to the club, so as much as I would love to continue this, we need to save it for later." Severus caressed Harry's hair and then tugged him up for a kiss.

"Save it?" Harry queried.

"Yes. We will be much more believable as vampire and thrall if we are both in a state of sexual frustration."

"But I am really your thrall, aren't I?" Harry fingered the puncture marks on his neck. "Don't these marks mean I belong to you?"

Severus kissed him hard again. "Indeed it does. And don't you forget it."

***

It had been years since Severus was last in any sort of nightclub. Even as a youth he hadn't been enamoured of them. The music was invariably too loud; the lights far too bright and the prices of drinks nothing short of extortinate. He would much rather have stayed home with a good book than feel so out of place again.

Tonight was different though. For one thing it was work and for another he had Harry with him. His very own thrall so no one could say he didn't belong. Of course; they had to disguise Harry somewhat. Polyjuice would have been detected at the security checks; so rather than use magic at all they'd gone for Muggle hair dye and a pair of brown contact lenses, so at least Harry could still see as well. His scar was hidden by Muggle make-up with his fringe almost in his eyes as well. No one looking at the brown-haired, brown-eyed youth would even think he was Harry Potter. It helped that Harry had been out of the public eye and the papers for a few years now so there were no new photographs of how he looked now.

Dressed in a black mesh sleeveless t-shirt and a pair of ripped jeans; Harry looked every inch a nightclub client and hopefully Severus' pet. Noticing that Harry had started shivering while they waited in the queue to get in to Dante's, Severus removed his own leather jacket and placed it around Harry's shoulders. Harry looked up at him and it was a bit disconcerting to see brown eyes in that familiar face.

At last they were by the doorway where two bouncers scanned them with wands to make sure they weren't using any magic that was banned in the club. They nodded and waved them towards the stairs leading down to the basement of the building.

The music seemed to have got worse in the intervening years, but the flashing lights were still the same as Severus remembered. Beside him, Harry seemed to vibrate with energy, his left leg almost bouncing in time to the music. Severus removed his jacket from Harry and left it in the cloakroom. They wouldn't need coats in here. Already he could feel himself working up a sweat just being in close proximity to so many people. Humans were good radiators and a crowded room gave off a lot of heat as well as a delicious scent.

The dance floor was awash with hundreds of dancers; some vampries, some thralls and some human, but all of them were wizards or witches. Despite being a squib, Alonso Figg seemed to have lots of magical staff at his club and that was the clientele he catered for. Severus wondered if the few human wizards knew that this was a predominatly vampire club. Were they aware of the danger they were in? Or maybe they did and it was the adrenaline rush of being in danger that they were after.

"So what do we do now?" Harry asked.

Severus placed his hand around Harry's waist and led him over to one of the booths that lined the room. "Now you kneel and then we wait."

Harry nodded and did as he was bid, sliding into place effortlessly as if he'd done it hundreds of times before. Once Harry was in place kneeling at his feet; he laid his head down on Severus' knees and Severus couldn't resist running his fingers through that soft hair. Despite the colour being different; the texture was the same. It was Harry's hair. Harry shuffled as close as he could get, humming in contentment as his hair was stroked and petted.

Severus kept one eye on the dancefloor to see if anything unusual was taking place; but nothing seemed to be. People were dancing; some were dancing close, others gesticulating wildy as they spun around in wide arcs; their arms spread wide. Some were using the dancing as an excuse to grope each other, but again nothing unusal in that.

Sensing another vampire's presence; Severus glanced around and saw the tall man seem to appear from the shadows. He was dressed in a black robe with golden stars and moons embroidered on it. Blond hair was cropped close to his skull and he had the iciest blue eyes Severus had ever seen.

"Good evening. Welcome to my little club. I am Dante."

Ah, Figg must have hired him as the manager, himself being a squib he probably never went anywhere near his own club. "You are new here, are you not?"

Severus nodded and tightened his hold on Harry's head. Dante's eyes flicked to Harry and seemed to caress the curve of his back and arse in the tight jeans. "And you have a prospective thrall already. How delightful."

"Not prospective. He already is my thrall," said Severus as he pushed aside Harry's hair so the wounds were visible.

"That is not the case in this club. You cannot have a thrall until you fight for him."

"I beg your pardon?"

"A duel."

"To the death?" Severus asked nonchantly.

"To first blood while on club premises, but after that who knows?"

Well, at least they knew one thing now. The reason the vampires had been turning up dead was because of these illegal duels. Severus toyed with the button on his shirt. In reality, it was a Muggle listening device and Dante had just given his confession. Severus coughed twice and almost instantly, scarlet-robed Aurors had Apparated directly into the club and surrounded Dante.

Severus tugged Harry up and Apparated them both back to Harry's home. Severus could still those icy eyes as they raked over his Harry and he felt the need to claim Harry once more consume him like fire.

Severus pushed Harry none too gently up against the wall and sealed their mouths together in a passionate kiss. Harry whimpered into his mouth and wrapped his arms around Severus' neck. Severus was hard in an instant; it took very little from his thrall to excite him. He thrust his pelvis against Harry and was overjoyed to find Harry hard as well.

Severus lifted Harry's hips and pulled them around his waist, holding Harry by his arse as he thrusted against him. Harry pulled his mouth away, gasping for breath. "Bite me," Harry whispered. "Bite me, sir."

Severus felt his teeth elongate into fangs at the raw desperation in his thrall's voice. In truth, it was what he wanted to do; to restake that claim he had on Harry. Dante may not have believed it; but there was only way to become a thrall and to claim one and duelling had nothing to do with it.

Severus leaned down and bit into Harry's soft flesh; the first taste of blood making his head spin. Harry bucked wildly in his arms, his hips and back arching as he sought friction on his cock. Severus held on tight as he suckled from him; the blood so hot and thick in his mouth. So sweet too, so much sweeter than anything he'd ever tasted before. Severus' heart was pumping now too as his body filled with the borrowed blood. He felt Harry growing weaker in his arms and Severus slowed his sucking, but unwilling to relinquish such sweetness quite yet. He wanted to come while he was still drinking from Harry.

Severus pressed hard against Harry, their erections aligning perfectly as they frotted against each other. Soon Severus felt the heat coil low down in his belly and balls; that heavy fullness that preceeded his climax. As soon as he started coming; his lips clamped down on Harry's neck and hot, sweet, liquid gushed down his throat as the semen spurted from him.

"Ahh! Ohhhh! Ohhh! Sev'rus!" Harry groaned as he too attained his peak and Severus felt the warm results of Harry's orgasm on his clothes. Harry's hands gripped at his shoulders and the slight pain brought Severus back from himself somewhat. He reluctantly pulled his mouth away from Harry's neck and licked his teeth for one last taste.

Severus carried Harry over to the sofa and set him down on it. Harry wasn't as pale as the last time Severus had fed from him; but he certainly wasn't his normal rosy-cheeked self either. Feeling sticky and uncomfortable in wet underwear; Severus cast cleaning charms over both of them and summoned some blood replenishing solution for Harry.

"I didn't faint this time," Harry said after he drank the potion. "My legs feel all rubbery though."

"Mine are much the same," Severus admitted, sitting down and pulling Harry's feet into his lap. "You make me lose control so easily."

"Will I feel this weak after every feeding?"

"No, just the first few times. You'll get used to it. It probably feels more intense for you since you are still a virgin and are unused to intimate touches."

Harry waggled his eyebrows at him. "So when are you going to relieve me of it?"

"Your virginity? Hmm, I rather thought we wouldn't."

"What?" squawked Harry. "You want me to stay a virgin for the rest of my life?"

"Well, virgin blood does taste very sweet," said Severus, trying not to smirk but failing miserably. In truth, it was a claimed thrall who tasted sweet, whether or not they were a virgin.

"It's a joke, right? You were teasing me?"

"I was indeed. You don't have to stay a virgin forever."

"Good. That's sorted then. So one day you'll fuck me?" Harry asked sleepily, his eyelids drooping.

Severus removed the blanket from the back of the sofa and draped it over Harry.

"Yes, Harry. One day."

THE END

zjjca 发表于 2009-7-21 08:17:00

wow such a great story!!!
really like Snape being a vampire and dominant

ameliasze 发表于 2009-7-21 19:07:15

haha~make Harrry to be a virgin forever?
I really doubt that Severus could resist the temptation.

发表于 2010-4-2 20:00:47

这么Hot的一篇文居然没有H.....连RW都有prostitute啊......

猫的说 发表于 2010-5-23 02:38:47

so sweet as a ss/hp~
hardly to understand at first ~but Overall, very good ~i like it~
the game between vampire Snape and virgin Harry~haha
(唉,怎么每次都要打中文)文章就是有点小清水~嘿嘿

aleen928 发表于 2010-6-5 16:08:25

the couple is so sweet~~i like it~

要是能翻译成中文就更好了

dorris 发表于 2010-6-17 14:20:54

Merlin's beard!He didn't even enter him......so hot.....
教授果然很强大啊感觉好邪恶哦吸血鬼的设定。

aliceswt 发表于 2010-6-21 19:33:04

for one thing: i admit "vampair" element is very hot after the emergence of "twilight" series, though i am not sure whether this passage is related to T.
from this passage, H act more like an unsatisified thirsty old woman, especially when he said"you will fuck one day, right?" will reluctant tone. God, this part shocks me. and in the beginning "hermoine, i have nothing to wear." i can imagine a shriek from a girl within love and full of crazyness....sort of...you know..not my type, though.
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highless 发表于 2010-7-17 10:30:45

vampire ficion again
acturely, i don't like these vampire things, the only vampire snarry i like is......hmm, i forgot the name- -
opposite from upstairs, i like "you will fuck one day, right?" words, a hungry andthirsty harry is always my teaXDD
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西亚 发表于 2010-10-28 18:57:32

让教授成为一个吸血鬼很不错,呵呵~我们小哈真豪放~
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