#{{Still not sure I capture Drac as well as you but I'm trying...}}

[hunterxxandxxhisxxpanther]

The “Fine Art” of Vampirism: Sucking (and we don’t mean blood...this time)

bass. my muse going deep (interpret as you want).

@thatdoodlebug​

“Hunter...” 

There is something about the way his nickname rolls off the other’s tongue in a specific drawling tone that has his nerves prickling because it is clearly dripping with a familiar want and desire that coils tightly low in his stomach as his own desire raise in agreement. His tongue darts out between his lips and he takes a slower breath to get a bit of a hold of himself. “Yes, Panther?” he returns seemingly all focused on what he’s doing which happens to be cleaning the latest ensnared rabbit which would no doubt make a great stew. But it’s not remotely where his mind is and he has a suspicion the other is very much aware of it.

“Hunter.” The emphasis on the repeat is enough to have him unable to resist a smile curving at the edges of his lips. He knows what that impatience signifies and knows that pushing much more might have a sight to behold for anyone who might show up to the castle. He’s pretty sure that neither Merle nor Rick want to walk in on them again. He’s not sure what time this would make but he can’t say as he’s too surprised. 

They tended to be very intense around each other and more often then not things spiraled into passions that spilled out. So he’d promised Rick that he’d try to be a little more contained these days. And he was trying. 

Success rate was...a work in progress. So he decides not to have the counter reset today and carefully sets the carcass aside so he can fully turn and face the other before there is a tonal shift. “Yes, Kitten?”  The look flashed tells him so much and he murmurs, “Lemme clean up and I’ll meet yer in th’ bedroom.”  “Arrive promptly if you do not mind, Hunter.” “Make it in under ten, promise.” He has an idea if he doesn’t the other will reappear and he’s sure everyone in the vicinity might get an eyeful. But that was the result heat and desire that rose between them, and it was a craving, needy thing which he still wasn’t sure there was control to be found or how one might go about doing that regardless. So until it was truly a problem then he’d do what Dixons were very good at: ignoring it all together. 

So he makes quick work, as promised, of cutting and storing the kill so that the meat could be used properly later and cleaned the table as well as he was sure that he doesn’t want to hear someone complain about lack of care or whatnot. He has more important things on his mind or at least a more important vampire. It’s with this in mind, he slips his boots off before slipping up the stairs lips curving into a smile brought easily at the other granting more of a bounce in his step as he heads for the chambers he’d chosen as his. Stepping into the room, he finds the other sitting on the edge of the bed leaning forwards showing his impatience. It draws a low chuckle from him as he shuts the door before twisting the lock. “You find me amusing do you?” 

“No, nothin’ like that,” he’s quick to assure, “‘M more pleased and delighted by th’ fact yer look like yer ‘bout ta launch from there like some caped missile.” 

“To be fair, I do blame you for my... lack of control these days. Or rationality. Or truly anything close to stoicism. You do make me very hungry, Hunter. So if you are done finding me a source of amusement, come here.” Daryl is still chuckling softly as he makes his way across to him. “So impatient. Would think yer were starvin’ or somethin’. Can’t really blame me fer...” The sentence is derailed rather violently by the sudden removal of his pants and boxers in a fashion that speaks to the other’s supernatural abilities and clear impatience with things. On the plus side at least these are spared being torn from him but only just as he’s fully aware due to the unfortunate demise of a few other clothing items.

However he can’t really worry too much when fingers drag him closer and he hears the impatient hiss that has him focusing on the other because it’s not usual that his partner is this pushy but the look leveled at him is something: dark and hungry. “D-damn, Kitten, what...” And again his voice trails off but this time it becomes a startled groan as he finds himself with the other shifting so that he he can lean and press his mouth over him without any warning. And the hard suck has him jerking forward. “Ahn!” His fingers find the other’s dark locks and tangle there. “Fuck....Oh...Yes, that’s...fuck...jus’ like that...” It’s not too long before there is the lewd sounds of the other sucking pressing close and Daryl’s head swims from the sheer intensity of it. His eyes close and his head lolls back as he draws him as close to his abdomen as he can get arching as the other sucks and curls his tongue as he seems to take him in exceptionally deep and swallows making him shake and the most desperate noises escape. 

His partner was very, very good with his mouth. Always had been. And seemed to just enjoy finding more and more ways of trying to remove Daryl’s soul with each encounter. As if it wasn’t already his to begin with. As if he had anything left to prove to Daryl in order to keep him. 

There was no where else and no one else Daryl would ever belong to but him alone. If it wasn’t bewitchment or enchantment then gods both above and below knew it was love. Had to be.

But introspection frays and tatters and vanishes in the skill of the others mouth, in the way he holds and presses and takes him apart in this way. It’s a powerful image, Daryl realizes as when his eyes open half-lidded and more silver than anything, even if the other thought it subservient. The vampire was a powerful sight on his knees like this. One of the most fantastic sights maybe bested, a little bit, by him splayed and shaking beneath him. His fingers thread and tighten. “T-Take m-me so well...f-fuck...wh-what a hungry Kitten yer are...Th-that’s it...sweetheart...get yer cream...”

The encouragement, not that it was truly needed considering there was enough desire between them to set the castle ablaze by it’s heat alone, still has lewder and wetter sounds escaping and it robs Daryl of his senses and coherent words. Instead it’s stuttered partial curses and arching and guttural sounds as the other works him up. 

And the payoff has him jerking him sharply against his groin with this sound; primal and desperate as he spills deep into the others throat. And it leaves him shaking and struggling to breathe properly as the other pulls off, mouth a mix of drool and bit of cum that can’t be contained and he looks so satisfied that Daryl cannot help shifting and pressing a kiss to his mouth tongue darting in and tasting the mix of his own semen and the other’s taste with a low rumbling sound before he finds himself shoving him to sprawl back on the bed. 

He nips his lower lip as he gazes in heady want. “L-like yer cream?”  The other licks his lips before giving him a satisfied grin. “You know I do have a...healthy appetite these days.”  Daryl finds himself giving a breathless laugh before he reaches and undoes his cape. “Well, if yer don’ wit’ yer treat then I want mine. ‘Cause now yer have me ravenous...”  “What a terrible fate,” comes the cheeky response, “but do please make sure to not let that get wrinkled. I do have an...image to uphold.”  Daryl gives a snort but he’s still careful with the familiar cape draping it over the nearby chair before he affixes the other. “Now, I think we have a date, Count Dracula, you and I.” 

“Oh, is that so, Hunter? Is the famed Van Helsing going to stake me as in days of old?”  Daryl shifts so that he’s straddled over him. “Oh, yer have no idea, sweet Kitten,” he breathes out, “Gonna make sure to do it hard an’ deep until yer well an’ truly put to rest.”  It draws a low pleased sound. “Sounds like a good time, sweet Hunter. So do your worst, Van Helsing...” 

[azkaabanter]

Can I request a Fanfic. Of like, Draco or Harry drinking Felix Felicis and then heck they kiss and wow fluff. That was a terrible description I'm sorry.

Draco Malfoy had done enough. At least… he thought he had. Considering that the potion he was competing for with the rest of the 8th year Slytherin class could literally change his life, he did as much as humanly possible to get HIS potion correct.

But now looking back on it…

‘What if I stirred 32 times instead of 33?’

'What if I added too much acromamtula venom?’

'What if-’

“Time’s up!” Professor Slughorn bellowed in glee, looking around at the room of sweaty and thoroughly exhausted students, every one of them fretting over their bright pink bubbling potion. “Amortentia is a very tricky potion indeed-” he looked around the room at the people smelling the air and grinned. “Especially when there is more than one batch being made per room.” Draco rolled his eyes and looked down at his delightfully scented bubblegum pink potion-

He’d never say it outright, but his amortentia smelled like… well…

broom polish… vanilla shampoo…

Particularly Quidditch sweat…

Pine needles…

In summary, basically it smelled like Potter. And Draco hated it.

“This looks quite promising, Mr. Malfoy.” Slughorn praised the blonde, earning himself a proud smirk.

“Thank you, Professor.” Draco said, then proceeded to watch closely as the Potions Master tested his brew on a pair of mice. Apparently the Professor liked what he saw, because when he grinned and straightened up, he cleared his throat to get the rest of the Slytherins’ attention.

The white noise of chatter stopped immediately as the green-clad students leaned forward in their seats in anticipation of the winner.

“You’ve all done exceptionally well with this project, and I wish I could give this prize to all of you.” The old professor chuckled lightly. “But! There can only be one winner. And that winner is…” Draco held his breath and crossed his fingers so hard they nearly turned red. “Draco Malfoy.” The professor announced, and Draco let go of his held breath in relief. The former Death Eater stood up and primly walked to the front of the class, ignored glares from his classmates, and collected his prize: a vial of Felix Felicis; enough to last 24 hours.

“Thank you, sir.” Draco said, turning the glass vial in his hand. Slughorn smiled and clapped him on the shoulder. “No problem, my boy. You definitely earned it.”

With that, the class began to file out, (of course none of them snuck any amortentia- what are you talking about?) some stiffly congratulating Draco while others looked upon him in pure jealousy. “Draco!” Pansy shrieked, jumping on Draco’s back with a laugh.

“Yes, Pansy?” Draco huffed, feigning annoyance. Pansy pouted her black painted lips.

“Don’t give me that. You know exactly what I’m going to say-” The two walked along the stones that line the dungeon floor, hurrying to escape the cold of the halls and enter the warmth of the common room.

“Yes, of course I do- wrackspurt” Draco said to the wall, a panel swinging open or the two to enter through. A blast of comforting warmth and a feeling of home hit Draco, and he sighed contently.

“Soooo?” Pansy asked, lying on a couch and moving her legs up so Draco could sit under them, and resting them on his lap. Draco rolled his eyes.

“Pansy, we both already know-”

“I want you to say it out loud.” She said defiantly, and Draco let out an indignant puff of air.

“Fine.” Draco conceded, and Pansy raised an eyebrow. “Broom polish, Quidditch sweat, vanilla, and pine.” The blonde said quietly, fiddling with the tiny vial of liquid luck.

“Oh, honey you’re in loooooooove!” Pansy said with a giggle. Draco put his face in his hand, groaning.

“I am not-” Draco tried half-heartedly to protest, but Pansy wasn’t having it.

“Yes you are. And it’s adorable! You know, he probably likes you too-”

“You’re demented-”

“No, I’m serious!” She said, taking out her wand and drawing little designs in the air above her. “You two have gotten really close lately. You talk all the time, you sit next to each other during meals, you hang out on the grounds-”

“Those are all things that friends do, Pansy.” Draco snapped at his best friend.

“Draco, you have the answer in your hand right now.” Pansy said, drawing a little green snake. The boy looked once more at the vial, the gears turning in his head. The black haired girl looked at him with one of the most sincere faces he’d ever seen her wear. “You don’t even have to use the whole thing. Just take a tiny drop before dinner tonight, and ask him out or something.”

“That’s… a really good idea, actually.” Draco said, pushing Pansy’s legs off of him and standing up.

“No shit.” Pansy said nonchalantly, spinning her wand between her fingers. “Just one of my many talents.”

Draco rolled his eyes with a smirk, before he looked at his watch, anticipating the time two hours from then when he would hopefully be winning the heart of Harry James Potter.

-t.s-

“You got the vial?” Pansy asked Draco on their way to dinner. The crowd was buzzing with the usual mealtime gossip when they entered the Great Hall, glasses and silverware clinking.

“Of course.” Draco said absentmindedly while his eyes scanned the Gryffindor table for the black haired boy and his friends. Eventually they found him; laughing amongst his mates in a completely Potter-y way. His hair was tousled and unruly, and his eyes shone like emeralds behind those god awful glasses that would only ever look good on him. Draco and Pansy made their way across the hall to sit beside them.

“Draco! Come over here!” Harry greeted cheerfully, scooting over a bit so that the blonde could sit next to him. “Sup Pansy!” Harry greeted Draco’s companion, reaching over and giving her a high five. The rest of the table exchanged similar greetings with the Slytherin pair.

Draco’s side was pressed fully against Harry’s, but if the Savior cared at all, he sure didn’t show it. Dinner was going smoothly, everyone laughing like old friends, which was a welcome change from all of the drama from last year.

“So… I think Harry has something he wants to tell everyone.” Ron said with a smirk out of the blue. Harry nearly chokes on his pumpkin juice and sputters with confusion.

“W-what? Ron no…” He turned to Draco with a scared and almost embarrassed look on his face. “I don’t know what he’s talking about-”

“Obviously you do. How stupid do you think I am?” Draco scoffed, getting a warm blush from Harry.

“Not stupid at all-”

“Then you should know that you’re the worst liar ever.”

“How dare you?” Harry feigned being insulted. “You have insulted me!” He elbowed the Malfoy in the ribs, who broke out laughing.

“Okay, okay! Don’t tell me.” Draco laughed, his smile widening when he saw Harry’s blush. The rest of their friends just watched in amazement; they didn’t know how it was possible for two people to flirt so much without believing that the other liked them.

“Draco, I think you have something to tell Harry?” Pansy said, taking a casual sip from he goblet. Blaise had sat beside her at some point, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

Draco’s reply was a vast opposite of Harry’s; the blonde was cool and collected in his answer. “I don’t know what you mean.” He said, taking a bite of potato.

“Oooh, is it confession time?” Blaise said, a glint in his eye. Draco sighed.

“Not unless you’re planning on confessing something.” Draco said.

“I will if the rest of you will… wait!” Blaise said, capturing the attention of everyone in the group. “Why don’t we all confess something? A little get to know you game.”

“Blaise-” I said, leaning over Pansy and putting a hand on his shoulder. “That’s a stupid idea.”

“I disagree.” Hermione piped in. “It could be fun! We all just have to share one thing no one knows about us.” She said excitedly.

“I don’t know-” Harry told her.

“Don’t ruin it Harry! Okay, I’ll go first.” Blaise said, ignoring Harry and Draco’s protests. “Let’s see…” He thought for a moment, before grinning widely. “The first time I had sex was when I was 16.” He said, and the table was filled with 'ooohs’.

“Who with?” Seamus asked, wiggling his eyebrows provocatively.

“Only one confession!” Blaise said, putting an arm around a giggling Pansy.

“I’ll go next!” Ron said, running a hand sheepishly through his hair. “I didn’t get my first kiss until 6th year.”

“Wait, Lavender was your first kiss?” Harry asked, astonished as Ron blushed crimson.

“Yeah… okay someone else go!” And with that, the 8th year friends went around the table, revealing secrets about themselves that had people giggling hysterically. The great hall had been clearing slowly an by the time it was Harry’s turn, only the 8th years playing the game were still there.

“Your turn Harry!” Dean said after revealing that once in 2nd year he had accidentally walked in on two 7th years about to have sex. (“I bolted as soon as I saw the shirts on the floor” he’s said)

“Alright…” He said, and looked around at all of us, before settling his eyes on the table. “I guess now’s as good a time as any to say…” He looked up, stared straight into my eyes for a moment, before looking down again. “I’m bisexual.” The table was silent for a long moment. When Draco looked around the table, everyone looked astonished except for Pansy and Blaise.

“Wait, no one else knew that?” Blaise asked, confused.

“How did you know?” Harry asked, a bright blush adorning his cheeks.

“Slytherin intuition. My gay-dar is never wrong.” Blaise said casually.

While the rest of the group discussed Harry’s sexuality, Pansy just kept giving Draco pointed looks that obviously meant 'I fucking told you so’. Draco just quietly scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“Your turn Draco!” Ron said, obviously trying to stop Harry from being more uncomfortable.

“Oh…” Or as long as Draco had been playing, he still didn’t know what he would say. “Well…” He looked around the table, before meeting Pansy’s eye.

'Now’s your chance, you poncy git!’ They seemed to scream, and Draco took a deep breath.

“I… haven’t ever had my first kiss-” Draco said, chickening out at the last moment.

“That’s not something no one knew!” Blaise called out, Draco shooting him a glare.

“But it is true.” Pansy said with an innocent smile.

“Thanks Pansy…” Draco muttered, stealing a glimpse of Potter, who still had a bit of a blush on his cheeks.

“Give us something else.” Hermione said, resting her head on Ron’s shoulder.

“Fine.” The Slytherin snapped. This was his chance. This was his chance to tell Harry how he felt. “I have a crush on a guy…” Draco looked around at everyone’s interested faces, avoiding Harry’s. “And… his name is…” Draco took one look into Harry’s bright eyes and fell apart. “oh, fuck it!” Draco yelled, and pressed his lips to Harry’s.

Gasps flew from everyone watching, but all Draco could feel were Harry’s lips pressed to his. He moved softly, cupping the back of Harry’s head with a pale hand whilst running long fingers through dark hair. The scar-headed boy’s arms encircled Draco’s neck holding him close while they snogged the daylight out of each other.

When they pulled apart, all of their friends were clapping and whooping while they looked at each other, foreheads pressed together.

“It’s about time!” Draco heard Pansy’s haughty tone, but couldn’t care less. And then he realized.

He hadn’t even used the Felix Felicis.