Dancing With Both Eyes Closed
By: DarknessUndone
Paring: HP/DM or DM/HP as a main pairing, others will most likely pop up later.
Pairing for this chapter: Harry/OC(Yuuri)
Rating: M for Mature
Warnings: slash, relationships between two males (of the sexual kind), violence, language, AU, angst, character death, FOR THIS CHAPTER LEMON…lime…whatever… BEWARE!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything related to it.
Chapter Six
Blood Brings About Unwanted Intimacy
"You don't have to do this if you don't want to, lovely. It won't hurt my feelings." Yuuri purred as he ran a hand through Harry's thick hair. Snape had literally scurried from the room when he noticed that Yuuri was petting Harry to keep him calm so that the feeding process would be much more comfortable.
Harry's heart started to beat faster as the vampire leaned down and licked his long neck. He was sure that if Yuuri didn't know how aroused he was before he sure did now. "No, I…I want to." Harry whispered, his hands burying themselves deep into the vampire's dark locks and pressing him closer to his neck. He wanted a taste of the pleasure that vampire's could give.
Yuuri chuckled and gently moved Harry so that he was lying on the couch and settled between his legs. The older man had only nodded when Harry had said that he didn't want them to be any bed when he fed. It was too personal. Harry moaned as the vampire's weight settled over his own and his cool breath caressed his ear.
"Shh, love. Take a deep breath." Yuuri whispered, his hands gently caressing his chest before moving up to stroke Harry's unruly hair. The younger man took a shaky breath, his eyes closing at the gentle touches, his heartbeat slowing but his arousal never wavering.
It had been two days since Harry had agreed to let the friendly yet mysterious vampire feed from him. He had tried to weasel more information about what he now call the Incident out of the immortal and his former professor, and even tried to get some from the bordello's staff, but nobody was willing to speak until Draco Malfoy made his appearance. The older men had promised that he would get his fill once the blond arrived that night.
Bringing his thoughts back to the cool lips that were gently massaging his the pulse point on his neck and the hands that held his wrists to the plush cushions of the sofa, Harry let out a moan of pleasure. Yuuri chuckled, his mouth curving into a smile and gently licked up the smooth column of his neck.
The pain of the teeth piercing his skin vanished soon after the vampire began to tenderly suck the blood from his body. Harry groaned at the feeling and at the gentle thrusts of the other's hips against his groin. It was ecstasy beyond anything he had ever known in his short life. Pleasure swam through his body, his back arching off the back of the couch. Harry couldn't think clearly, the formation of any intelligent thought was well beyond his abilities as the vampire began to drink deeper and moan against his sensitive neck.
He could feel his peak coming as Yuuri's now warm hands grasped his thighs and nestled his body closer against Harry's.
With a silent yell, Harry fell into oblivion.
"Don't tell him lies, Minerva, he'll have to face the real world sometime."
"You're an ass, Moody."
"Watch your manners, William Weasley. You don't want to wake up tomorrow without your precious co—"
"MAD-EYE!"
"Fine, fine. Look, Potter, you killed someone and before the war is over you'll probably kill more than your fair share of Death Eaters, trolls and the like. There is no need to get pissy about killing Crabb—"
"No need to get 'PISSY'? He was a human being, Moody! A living breathing person that I went to school with and I killed him! I took his life with the intent to kill! It wasn't something I couldn't control. I killed him because I wanted too—"
…SLAP…
"What the fuck is wrong with you, Harry? You didn't want to kill him. I know you; you've never wanted to kill anyone just for the sake of killing them. You protect people and you do whatever it takes to do it."
"That hurt, Bill."
"What?"
"You slap like a girl."
Harry groaned and tried to get the suffocating weight off of his chest, pushing weakly at the smooth skin and fabric. Blinking, Harry looked blurrily at the dark hair that cascaded over his chest.
Willing away the memory, he carded his fingers through the fine, silky hair earning a purr from the vampire. Letting a smirk grace his lips for a moment, he let the immortal stay there, content with the feeling of the hard body on top of him for the moment.
"You're blood is sweeter than anything I've ever tasted, lovely." Yuuri murmured as he lifted his head slightly to look at the younger man beneath him, his eyes brighter than they were when Harry had first met him.
"Err, thanks?" Harry replied, his good eye locking uncertainly with Yuuri's.
Yuuri chuckled into his chest as he burrowed himself deeper into Harry's human warmth. "Not that smelling like sweat and sex is unpleasant, but you need a shower, lovely."
Harry shivered, the sudden realization of the level of intimacy he had just shared with the vampire hitting him, and the uncomfortable feeling of wet jeans against his legs made him shift him to wiggle underneath the man. Yuuri, taking the hint, rolled gracefully onto the floor. Sitting up, Harry fought the wave of dizziness at the lack of blood.
"Take it slow for the next few hours, love. You lost a lot of blood." Yuuri murmured his fingers coming up to trace the small amount of skin that showed between his rumpled shirt and jeans.
Harry nodded and got to his feet, and without another word disappeared into the bathroom. He failed to notice the look of sorrow that graced Yuuri's face.
Harry sighed as the warm water flowed down his aching body, his hair becoming flat and sticking to his face.
'What the fuck was I thinking? What the FUCK was I thinking?' Harry chanted mentally as he leaned his head back and letting the water spill onto his face. 'I'm not ready. I'm not ready...'
"Such intimacy, Potter. You totally trust him, don't you? You let him touch you. You let him care for you. You let him fight for you. What else do you let him do, Potter? Fuck you? Make love to you? What is it, Potter, that makes you cherish him so? Hmm, silence? For once the child-hero doesn't say anything! What if I tortured him? Do you think if I break his body, I'll break his soul?"
"Shut the fuck up!"
"Ah, so finally he speaks. You didn't answer my question."
"You'll never break him. NEVER!"
"Is that the belief that you hold? That your precious bodyguard is indestructible? He his nothing! Nothing compared to my Master. Snape is human. He has a weakness and I will exploit it to the best of my abilities."
"Severus has no—"
"You. You will be the man's undoing. It has always been you. Beloved Potter. Student, brother, friend, comrade, savior. That is what you are to him. Such intimacy between to warriors will only lead to their downfall."
"Go to hell."
"You think irrationally when he is concerned, do you not? You would do anything to protect him? Don't look so angry, Potter. I know that you would fall to your knees and beg me to let him go. You would trade anything for his life. So let's make a deal, shall we? I let your dear guardian go and you give me the location of the staff. We will all get what we want, and blood wont ruin the newly tiled floors."
Harry bit his lip, willing the tears away as he thought of what he gave up that night. Falling to his knees in the bathtub, he gently ran his finger up a long scar on his calf. Intimacy was something he treasured with people he trusted and the only person he had ever truly had total conviction in was Severus Snape. Not even Brian or Adam knew the full extent of his past. He could not believe that he had agreed to let the vampire touch him like that. No one had ever done that. Sure he had had sex, but it was nothing like the encompassing satisfaction that Yuuri had given him. He had found the thought of the pleasure exciting. He thought that it would just be pleasure, not a total intrusion of his mind, body and soul, and now that it had happened he wasn't sure if he could do it again. Pleasure he could handle, but that total domination of everything that was him was something he couldn't.
It made him want to rip his hair out in frustration. He wanted to go into the bedroom and curse the vampire until he was unable to move. He didn't want these feelings. He didn't want to get close to someone he barely knew. He wanted to scream. He wanted to blow things up. He wanted to leave and go back to Montana where Brian, Adam and Sam were. He wanted to go to Snape and demand that he be told what was going on. He wanted Hermione here so she could tell him it was all right. He wanted Charlie here with his cancerous cigars. He wanted Ron to play a game of chess with him.
He felt helpless.
Intimacy was something that he could ill afford.
"We will not be doing this again."
"What?" Harry asked as he turned from looking out the window to stare at Yuuri.
"I will not be feeding from you again, lovely." Harry tired to stop his body from visibly relaxing and his mouth to fall open to let out a sigh of relief at those words but couldn't. "I know what it did to you, love, I could feel it emanating from you while you where in the bathroom. I wasn't supposed to make you feel that way. It wasn't supposed to make you feel that way." Yuuri walked towards Harry and gently touched his cold fingers to Harry's cheek. "No worries."
Harry nodded, his body moving back to face the walkway to the entrance of the bordello. He was impatiently waiting for the arrival of Draco Malfoy.
"What time did you say Malfoy was going to arrive?" He asked, his arms crossing across his chest as he tilted his head to the side.
"So that is what you are waiting for." Yuuri smiled and stood close behind Harry as he looked out over the green grass and cobblestone path. "He said he should be here around seven."
Harry frowned. "He's late."
Eight o'clock came and went. Harry, Snape and Yuuri were sitting in one of the bordello's many lounges each fighting off the urge to kill the blond when he arrived.
"The bloody bastard! What the hell is he thinking?" Harry growled quietly as he got up and started to pace the room, the white in his hair glowing oddly from the fire that warmed the room.
"Potter, if you would be so kind as not speak such obscenities in my presence." Snape muttered as he turned the page of one of his potion journals.
"You never minded before if I said things like that before, you old codger." Harry said, and, for the first time since Yuuri had fed from him, smiled. "You're turning into a greasy prune."
Snape glared over his journal. "Please, stop your infantile insults." Harry pursed his lips and began to pace once more, ignoring the bemused expression Yuuri wore.
Letting his thoughts stray, Harry lightly traced the puncture wounds on his neck. It was still sore but the bite marks had already scabbed over. Stopping when he reached the window he looked out at the many people that were dancing and snogging in the garden. They all looked so carefree, like they hadn't a care in the world.
"Why do you think that—?" Knocking at the door caused Harry to stop his sentence. With a quiet 'come in' from Snape, the door opened to reveal one of the male employees of the bordello.
"Mr. Malfoy is waiting in the entrance hall. Shall I send him up?" The man asked, his eyes homing in on Harry who was watching the man with slight curiosity.
"It's about time. Send the blighter up." With that the man closed the door with a soft click. The three didn't have to wait long before there was a loud knock on the door before it was slammed open.
Harry's mouth opened in shock as he stared at the blond. 'There's no doubt to what he's been up too.'
Author's Note: SORRY:falls to knees: I BEG YOUR FORGIVENESS! I know that is my shortest chapter and that it has been forever since I have updated, but my life has been kind of hectic.
Anyway, I know that the Yuuri/Harry action was not as much as some of you would have liked and Harry's reaction to it was less than pleased, but it was something that had to happen. From this point forward there will be a lot of unresolved sexual tension because Malfoy is a bastard and Harry is afraid of any sort of intimacy out of his platonic relationship with Severus.
I'll try and update as soon as possible! Thanks and don't forget to review!