Where the wizards bite back

Title: Maraschino Mischief
Author: Chrystal (dracorocksmysox)
Words: 4543
Pairing: H/D, D/H-- any way you slash it, it's gonna be Harry and Draco
Warnings: Slash, Male/Male relationships, un-beta-ed, blatant overusage of the terms 'his lover' and 'the other man', the slow painful death of a perfectly good fruit, gratuitous use of wooden paddles, kinky sex, bondage, and an overabundance of inside-jokes.
Rating: Strong R to NC-17, depending on your outlook.
Disclaimer: I own every word in the English language except Draco, Harry, Muggle, Quidditch, Hermione, Weasley, and anything else that JKR claimed as her own. Also, I don't own Astroglide, Kleenex or Burger King but those aren't used here so it's not really pertinent.
Summary: Harry and Draco are horny vampires. That about sums it up. There was a plot at one point, but it is now hiding under my bed with frulie and it refuses to come back out. I don't know what they are doing down there but it sure sounds fun. If you see my plot, will you send it to me via email?
Written for: the Vamp!Draco challenge on hpvamp at the very last, possible minute. All smut herein is dedicated to saladbats for her bday and frulie, as she supplied the bloody plot bunny (believe me, I killed it and it is, indeed, bloody) -- she is as much to blame for this travesty as I am. ::g::


Draco stalked into their flat and tossed his wand onto the table in the hallway. Harry followed behind a few steps, not daring to get in the range of annoyance radiating off the other man. Harry knew that when you did something so utterly stupid, so completely attention drawing, as he had just done, that it was best to just hold back and wait for the onslaught of sheer Draco-ness that was about to come your way.

Draco came to an abrupt stop in the middle of Harry's musing and whipped his cloak theatrically over one shoulder, slapping Harry directly in the face in the process and causing him to almost fall on his arse. Harry grabbed hold of the doorframe to the living room to balance himself and wiped his face of emotion so Draco wouldn't see the laughter evident in his eyes. The blond vampire turned and, baring his fangs, glared directly into Harry's face. He opened his mouth and closed it again quickly, too annoyed to even speak, and settled for a well-placed harrumph before swiveling and going directly into the bedroom.

'Oh, dear Harry. I take you out to a club and turn you over to some rather attractive girls for all of 5 minutes and what do you do? You act like a true Gryffindor; no thinking before you act on your mindless impulses. You defy all I have taught you,' Draco sighed with exasperation. He began walking around their room, removing his cloak, and generally ignoring the look of petulance Harry was throwing in his direction.

'But-' Harry started.

''But' nothing, Potter! Hush your mouth for a full minute and do try to listen for once. I have told you, time and again, that you cannot feed in the middle of a club. I don't care that you hadn't fed yet. Although I , frankly, cannot blame you, I don't care that you were lonely without the attention that I have apparently spoilt you with all these years. I don't care to hear any of your excuses. Honestly, can you not function properly without the allure of my evil sexiness to distract you from being a complete moron? Don't bother to answer that; it was purely rhetorical,' Draco said, as he placed his cloak on the back of the chair, 'Now, you will deal with the consequences of your actions.'

Harry swallowed his protests and nodded. He tried to hide the smirk that threatened to appear on his face, knowing full well that would just encourage Draco further. He knew what was to come and Draco could try his hardest to make it sound like punishment but it never really seemed that way to Harry.

As he was rifling through the post, a force hit him and he was thrown against the posts at the footboard of their bed. His arms were forced upwards, one towards each post, as his shirt came over his head. Silk ties appeared and wrapped skillfully around his wrists, binding him thoroughly, and leaving him at the mercy of his companion. Lastly, his trousers went South as his erection went North, leaving him in nothing but boxers. Harry glanced over at Draco, unable to hide his amusement any longer.

'Oh, for the love of Merlin, should I be trembling with fear or aroused? Oh Draco, you big, strong, evil vampire! How your ropes doth bind me. How your glare doth ensnare me! What? Don't look at me that way, King Smugness-- I just want to make sure that I play my part in your little drama properly. Besides, it doesn't suit your face and would cause you to need Botox if you weren't immortalized with that gorgeous countenance which radiates Malfoy youthfulness,' He finished up nicely, batting his dark eyelashes at the other man.

'Do you want me to get out my whip, you mouthy little git? Show a little bit of respect, at least,' Draco punctuated the demand with a sharp slap against Harry's arse.

Harry groaned and said, 'Better get that whip, love. You spank like a girl.'

'Oh Merlin, are you ever in for it now!'

Harry chuckled and waited patiently for his companion to return. He could hear him rummaging through the cupboard and thought that they might need to clear it out afterwards. There were just too many things in there that Harry could be beat with, gagged with, or just plain tortured with. Of course, it was the good sort of torturing-- but he would never let Draco know that. If he thought Harry enjoyed it too much, he would take to getting his kicks out of something else. Perhaps something less pleasing, though Harry doubted anything the other man could do to him would be lacking in the pleasure department.

It seemed Draco couldn't be let loose in Knockturn Alley without coming home with a sackful of goodies to enhance, as he understood it, their already unbelievable sex life. Harry never understood the need for these things, as Draco himself was more than enough to excite anyone not dead-- scratch that; Harry had met ghosts that thought the blond was sexy, so it extended to those in the afterlife, also. The Bloody Baron had given quite a few lecherous looks at Draco's retreating form over their years at Hogwarts. Finally, in seventh year, Harry had asked Sir Nicholas have a few words with the Baron and, in turn, put an end to the whinging from his boyfriend. He had told Draco that he should be flattered as his endless insistence of being 'dead sexy' was apparently true. That had earned nothing but a glare.

Where the bloody hell did he go, Harry wondered-- he was standing tied to a few bed posts after all. A few seconds later, Draco fell out of the cupboard and tried to make it look as graceful as possible.

'I meant to do that, I'll have you know,' he said, straightening himself and walking towards his victim with a jar in his left hand and a rounded wooden paddle in the other.

'Mmm, I'm sure you did. Falling for me, are you? Can't say as I could blame you for that,' Harry asked with a big grin, 'What's the jar for?'

'Ha ha, Potter. Very witty. For being the one who is tied up here, you sure are full of snark. Shouldn't you be thinking about what you did wrong?' the blond said, placing the paddle on the bed and unscrewing the lid from the jar, 'They are cherries, by the way. Did you know we have a refrigerator in the cupboard too? Where did it come from?'

'Oh, of course. It's been there for ages. Hermione took it to that Muggle college with her and had nowhere to store it, so I told her I would take it as we have a convieniently placed outlet in our bedroom cupboard. Really comes in handy for the blood donations that she brings over from the hospital and Diet Pepsi. Did you see my Bailey's in there, by the way? I haven't been able to find it for the longest time and I could really go for a--' Harry cut off quickly as the wooden paddle slapped against his arse and a very innocent looking Draco waited for him to continue.

'Sorry about that. I just wanted to test the efficiency of this out on you. If that's all it takes to get you to shut up, I may carry this on my person at all times.'

Harry raised an eyebrow and glared at his lover, 'Honestly, how many times have I told you? You are not a person anymore. You are a vampire. Even when you were a person, you weren't very human.'

'Cheeky little fuck, aren't you?' Draco said and brought the paddle down on the other side of Harry's arse with much more force than the last time, 'Pun intended, my love.'

Harry turned a shade whiter and his mouth made an O-shaped exclamation of his pain, 'Ok, that time it hurt. Why are you angry with me again?'

Draco snorted, 'Trust you to forget that you just decided to feast on 4 girls directly within the viewing of approximately 300 partying club-goers. Half of Diagon Alley just found out what we are.'

'I imagine most of them were already privy to that fact, love. We are registered at the Ministry, along with the articles in the Prophet that played out our tragic bloodied love story and whatever other rot they wibbled about in there. Those girls knew what we were. They asked me about it while you were off getting their drinks. The one pestered me about showing her my fangs till I could take no more of their giggling like schoolgirls in heat. I showed her my fangs, all right. Showed her lovely little neck what it was to be craved by a vampire.'

*Crack* The paddle came down on it's target yet again and Draco leaned over Harry's shoulder and said, 'That, my love, is why I am angry with you. You just. Dont. Ever. Think,' Each word paused between for another crack of wood, ' You know how I loathe poor press. Now everyone will look at me oddly and I won't be allowed in the best clubs anymore.'

'Don't pout, Malfoy. It's unbecoming for an aristocratic poncy bastard, such as yourself. You can go wherever you wish, whenever you desire. Not one damn person will take issue with my behaviour in that club. That's what we do. We suck people's blood or we die. If they say you can't get in, suck their blood and step right over them into the club of your choice.' Harry said over his shoulder.

His lover jumped off the bed and came to face him. He stood and stared into the green eyes with something close to fear. The green of those eyes was that much more penetrating, lustful, loving, and sometimes frightening now that he had the sharper vampiric senses.

'Do you mean to say, that you have no desire to even try to conceal what you are? To make people comfortable to be around you? To appear to be the human you once were,' Draco said, incredulously, 'I, for one, would not like to be looked upon as a thing, a monster. You will learn to behave properly or I will be forced to punish you till you can.'

Harry rolled his head to the side and looked into his lovers face. The grey eyes looked so scandalised that Harry was sure he had played his part properly. Draco reached into his jar and brought out one cherry. He popped it into his mouth and sucked on it before pulling it out by the stem. Harry gulped audibly but Draco continued to glare at him and twirl the stem between his long fingers. He tilted his head back and took the cherry in his mouth again, biting down on it. He reached into the jar and brought out a few more and placed those in his mouth also. The juice from the fruit started to run past his lips and down to his chin. Harry was panting now, watching the red nectar form rivulets down his lovers face. It looked like blood, Harry thought, as he became even more aroused.

'Errm, Dray?'

'Yes, Harry?' Draco said, running his tongue out and over his lips and wiping the juice onto the back of one hand.

'Do you think if I promise to be a very good boy, you would share those cherries?'

The blond vampire raised his left hand and simply said 'Accio'. The paddle flew to his hand and he grasped the jar to the right hand and fell to his knees. His left hand raised and the paddle struck Harry's thigh sharply.

'I dont know about that, Harry. You may have to be spanked some more and do me a few small favours while I consider sharing with you. From this angle, I would wager that the 'favours' issue won't be met by more whinging and arguing.'

He stood, face to face with his bound victim. The paddle dropped to the floor and the free hand began to caress Harry's arm; up to the bindings and slowly, painfully back to his shoulder. Harry closed his eyes and reveled in the familiar touch and scent of the other man. A hand stroked his cheek and tilted his head up to meet lips. Harry's tongue darted out and licked at his lover's lips, tasting the cherry juice, and then pushed it's way into the hot, wet mouth. He ran it along Draco's teeth, stopping to let the fangs poke at it and then quickly darted it onto the other man's tongue. He opened his eyes and saw a pair of grey ones flutter open to meet his gaze. They softened momentarily and then hardened again as if no emotion had passed between the two.

Draco stepped back, breathing in little gasps as he fought for control, 'Don't think you are going to win that easily, Boy Who Licked. That was cheating. You know I can't spellbind like you can, but I can fight it. Don't think you will end my fun, err I mean, annoyance with you just by giving me the Green Gaze of Death. No, love, there's much more fun for me to have here-- at your expense, as always.' He turned and walked to the desk to take a drink of his tea and calm his breathing.

Harry looked up, anger of his own clearly displayed on his face, although it was mixed with amusement at the other's audacity, 'That's lovely, Draco. Perhaps, you would enjoy the view from here more than I am.'

Harry closed his eyes and focused his concentration on loosening the silk ties. The bindings did his bidding, as they slipped easily off and Harry pounced on Draco, knocking him to the floor. Draco looked shocked at his captives easy escape. 'How the bloody hell did you do that?' he said, as he looked up to his lover's face. Harry was straddling him and not looking the least bit sorry for any of it.

'Easily. I looked into your mind and saw how you constructed the spell and I tore it apart in reverse order. You taught me all the tricks I know, after all. I can't imagine you should be too surprised at learning I actually listen to things that can help me in the long run. I may have been in Gryffindor but I always had some Slytherin in me, as well. As for why I did it, I would say that I wanted IN some Slytherin, as opposed to the former. Desire is a powerful spell enhancer, I'll have you know. You can't just go around making love to fruit and not expect me to do something about it, now can you?' Harry winked and stood, dragging the bewildered blond with him.

Harry shoved the man towards the bed and he landed on the duvet with a sigh. Harry came forward and stood over him, weighing all the possibilites in his head. Draco looked up sheepishly and said, 'Well, I suppose I deserve this. Only so many times you can spank Boy Wonder and not get your comeuppance. One question though, if you could have escaped at any time, why haven't you done it before?'

'You never had a jar of cherries, sucking them like that-- making me wish it was my cock in your mouth-- before. Once the juice started running down your chin, it was all I could do keep my eye from twitching. Bloody annoying, just so you know. I should have got loose sooner, because, to use a phrase you used earlier this evening, now you really are in for it. You've got a little something coming to you,' he said and he slid onto the bed and started to work on the buttons of Draco's shirt. 'At least, you will have it coming before the night is over, love,'

Draco swallowed and took in Harry's visage and all the desire that was displayed there. He set to work on his trousers and brought them down over his legs quickly. He removed his socks as best he could from the angle he was working at. His eyes were trained on his lover the whole time, as Harry had stood and was searching the floor for something.

'What are you looking for?'

Harry glanced up at him and then back to the floor. ' This.' he said, as he knelt down, 'I think you should formally be introduced to Mr. Paddle, considering your fondness for him and all. Now where did you put that bloody jar? Ahh, there it is.'

Harry walked back over to the bed and laughed at the look on Draco's face when the paddle got close to him, 'I promise I won't hit as hard as you do. I won't be hitting out of anger like you do, I will be doing it for the sheer pleasure of seeing your pleasure. Trust me, you will enjoy it in the long run.' .

Harry handed the jar off and pulled Draco to his feet, removing his boxers in the process. He kissed him again, with more passion than Draco thought possible. Just as he drifted off into a world of nothing but Harry, Draco's attentions were brought back to the present with a sharp slap on his arse. Harry grinned unrepentantly at him, looking terribly innocent considering all things.

He was shocked and just stood there staring at the man for a few seconds. Harry cracked the paddle again and Draco said, 'Oh Merlin, that stings. I can't believe you never said anything about that before,' another crack, harder this time, interrupted him, 'In the words of Weasley, Bloody Hell! Stop that!'

'No. I don't think I shall,' Harry said, archly, as he raised his hand again, 'Unless you give me a reason to.'

'What do you want me to do, love? Anything to stop that sort of thing. I could bite you, I suppose, but you would just bite back and then we would be lost in a blood haze for hours. I'm sure you have a better idea in that pervy head of yours,' Draco looked up, waiting for guidance.

'Of course I do. Get on your knees and put all that exercise with the fruit to good use,' He replied, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

Draco snorted, hands on his hips, 'Oh, so that's how it is. Why do I always end up with my mouth full?'

'Mostly, because you talk about yourself too much and a cock is a nice way to shut you up.' Harry replied matter-of-factly, pulling his wrists and dropping Draco to the floor in front of him.

Draco glared up at him and couldn't help but laugh. 'That's such an elegant way to describe it. Why I would have expected better from you, I couldn't say.'

He reached out and put both hands on Harry's thighs, rubbing his palms upwards, thumbs stopping short of his lover's erection. Harry groaned and put a hand in Draco's hair, weaving it in and out and curling it around his fingers. Draco took the erection in one hand and artfully slid his hand up and down the length, slowly. Teasingly. The grip on his hair tightened and with a smile he took the other man into his mouth. He flattened his tongue out against the bottom of the cock and slid his mouth the whole way to the base and back up to the head slowly, creating a vacuum of sorts. He proceeded to run his tongue around the head, making slick little circles of pleasure, before plunging downward again with greater force.

Harry was breathing heavily now and making small noises as his hips rocked back and forth in rhythm to the pace that Draco was setting. Draco used his one hand to wrap around the base and apply pressure to stop Harry from reaching climax too soon. The other hand ran up and down Harry's thigh at first and then reached up to toy with a nipple. More groaning from above made him smile, as it acknowledged his skill, and he continue his ministrations.

When Harry could take no more, he reached down and pulled the blond on to the bed. He rolled him on his back and crawled between his legs. Handing him the cherry jar, he gave his lover a mischievious smile and said, 'I want you to suck on those again. I loved having your mouth on me and I want to watch you sucking while I'm inside you.'

Draco inhaled sharply and said, 'Whatever you want, love.'

He took the jar and propped himself up on a pillow, waiting for what was to come. He knew Harry would be utterly uninhibited at this point. This will make it so much more interesting, he thought.

Harry reached between his legs and muttered the spell to make him ready. Draco felt a cool, wetness spread throughout him and his body twitched in anticipation and appreciation of Harry's skill at wandless magic. His lover then situated himself properly and looked up at him, green eyes swirling with lust and other emotions.

'Are you ready?'

'For you, always,' He replied.

Harry, wasting no time, penetrated as far into Draco as possible in the first stroke.

Draco flinched momentarily, then sighed and shifted his hips upwards, as he felt the heat and length course into him, 'Like being home, isn't it, love?'

Harry groaned appreciatively and pulled back slowly, almost pulling out completely, before plunging in again. This earned him a true moan and a sensual silence, as Draco took to lavishing his neck with small nips of his fangs and shapes drawn with his tongue.

'Get to sucking those cherries, will you?' Harry said, while continuing his assault.

Draco obeyed immediately, reaching into the jar on the nightstand. He placed four of the cherries into his mouth and began to suck the fruit in earnest. Harry watched him, fascinated and drove into him; slowly once and then roughly, alternating so as to make it last as long as possible. Draco moaned and held his intent gaze, sucking so fast that juice slipped past his lips and caused him to swallow the fruit and lick his lips, much to Harry's satisfaction.

Slowly licking the juice from each finger, Draco said, 'Where did you pick up this little kink, love?'

'Huh?' Harry said, tearing his eyes from the long fingers and trying to focus properly on Draco, 'Oh, a girl at Pervyton Station told me about it. I think her name was Julie.'

'Pervyton Station?'

'Umm, I meant King's Cross,' he replied, embarassed at his slip.

Draco chuckled, 'Freud would have had fun with you, Potter. Pervyton. Honestly.'

'Don't say 'honestly'. It reminds me of Hermione and it's rather hard to stay focused when thinking of her while fucking you.'

'Ha, I'll try to remember that,' Draco said breathily, 'Ooh, keep doing that and I won't be able to say anything soon.'

Harry complied and drove harder into his lover, watching his face with rapt attention. The only time emotion is on display there, other than anger, is during sex, Harry thought, we should really have more sex.

Draco began to twist around and moan louder. Harry reached up and began to stroke Draco's erection in time with his own movements. The blond thrust up into Harry's hand and Harry thrust down into him harder still. He angled in so he could hit Draco's prostate and knew he had found it when a long, drawn out moan escaped the other man.

'Oh, Harry. Oh, Merlin. Don't stop. Don't you dare stop doing that.'

Harry chuckled and reassured his lover he wouldn't dream of it. They both thrust towards each other-- filling each other with heat and passion and desire. Harry continued to stroke Draco's cock roughly and, when he looked up at him, it was evident he wasn't far from the edge. Harry pumped his own cock into that tight arse as fast as possible, even with vampire reflexes he knew he could do no more. Finally, after what seemed an eternity to the writer, they both exploded in climax; Draco first into Harry's tight fist. Harry couldn't hold back as he felt his lovers muscles contract around him and he spilt his wet heat inside of him.

Harry withdrew slowly, torturing Draco more. They both collapsed and Harry rolled onto his back. Draco buried his face in his lover's neck; engulfing himself in the scent of sex and lust and Harry.

'I love you.'

'I love you, too, Dray. Does that mean you forgive me for earlier?'

With closed eyes and a smile, he said, 'Well, I suppose I can overlook your utterly plebian behaviour. But just this once! Do not do it again or I shall be forced to-'

'Yes, I know, punish me duly. If this was your idea of punishment, I may just make a repeat offence. I could stand this punishment daily, love.'

Draco snorted, 'Actually, now that you mention it, so could I. If you ever see Julie again at Pervyton or King's Cross or wherever, make sure to thank her properly. Give her a thousand Galleons or something and tell her your sex life is off the charts now. Damn fine girl. If there were more girls like that out there, I wouldn't be so squicked about sleeping with them.'

'Oh, please,' Harry scoffed, 'You wouldn't go straight for cherries. Or any other fruit for that matter-- well, perhaps bananas but only because of the connotation you would denote to them. Also, you would miss me too much. Who would you hunt with, may I ask?'

'I guess you're right. I would miss seeing you sucking the blood of random girls in nightclubs, along with other things.'

'Oh, let it go. I won't do it again. The nightclub part, not sucking in general. That's pretty much guaranteed to be repeated, in more ways than one.'

'I won't complain about that,' Draco said with a yawn, 'Going to sleep now, Harry. G'night.'

'Goodnight, Dray. I love you.'

'Love you, too, H.'

Harry grinned to himself as he heard Draco's breathing even out.

Well, he thought, it's always nice to make him feel like he's in charge. He gets so wrapped up in his own drama, he loses sight of the shift in dominance. He has been in that cupboard a million times and never noticed the refrigerator wasn't there before tonight. Nor did he notice the lack of any food other than a jar of cherries in there. Alternatively, that bloody paddle didn't register as odd to him either and it was inside the refrigerator. Who refrigerates a fucking wooden paddle? Sometimes, he's so thick I wonder if he spent too much time with Crabbe and Goyle in school. Oh well, I will have to attack more annoying bints if it will get him that aroused-- or as he calls it, 'angry and annoyed'.

Harry sighed and rolled onto his side; running a hand through blond hair and bringing it to rest on the small of his lover's back. He kissed Draco's cheek, eliciting a small smile, and closed his eyes happily as another day together came to a close.