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tammaiyaTitle: Who'd Believe Graveyard Sex?
Rating: ... Again... probably NC-17. *blushes harder*
Fandom: Buffy/Harry Potter X-over
Pairing: Spike/Draco
Genre: Roman... smut. ^^;
Notes: Yes, it's a PWP. Yes, as it involves vampires, there is bloodsex. *pause* ... in a graveyard.
Summary: Graveyard sex, baby. PWP. WOO!
Draco opened his mouth to reply snidely and promptly closed it. The vampire had a point. Two, in fact. Two very pointy teeth.
You’d be fixating too if extremely attractive death had you pinned up against a tree.
It’s just a graveyard, Draco Malfoy told himself. No big deal. Okay, yes, so taking into account the fact that it was the middle of the night on Halloween one may possibly begin to worry, but he was a Malfoy. No sweat, right?
“Lumos,” Draco whispered, and the tip of his wand lit up like a lamp. He wasn’t afraid, he just didn’t want to trip over anything in the dark. Obviously.
It was a stupid dare, really. You would have thought that as the cunning house his Slytherin year mates could come up with something better, but apparently not. Draco snorted, and reflected that he was surrounded by idiots. Go into a graveyard on Halloween? What kind of dare was that? After all, whatever the date, it was still England. Who ever heard of creepy supernatural things ever happening in Eng…
Maybe that hadn’t been such a smart thing to think.
Nevertheless, Draco was determined not to chicken out. For one thing, he had no intention of losing the status. For another, it was a matter of personal pride. Just because he was a little bit spooked, there was no need to act like a muggle child.
He had his wand, anyway. If worse came to worst.
Spike watched the teenage boy wander through the graveyard, highly amused by the evident fear and the pathetic attempt to act tough. That boy, Spike thought, is practically peeing himself.
He could have some fun with this one.
Swaggering over to where the boy was leaning against a tree, Spike waited until he was right behind his ear and smirked.
“You know, as cliché as it is, I find myself almost compelled to ask what someone of your rather positive appearance is doing in a place like this.”
Draco screamed and spun around, wand up and already prepared to cast some kind of nasty hex. Spike rolled his eyes.
“Oh, puh-lease,” he drawled, plucking the wand from the young wizard’s shaky hand. “What kind of sad pretence of self-defence was that supposed to be?”
Draco blinked, and considered making a run for it. He was not exactly accustomed to fleeing before getting the last word in, but nor was he accustomed to people nicking his wand. It was impolite, for a start.
“Give it back,” he demanded, and winced as soon as the words were out of his mouth. Oh, yeah, real cool. It was rather hard to deny the scared tremble to his voice, either. This was not doing wonders for his image, he decided ruefully. It was possible that this was an understatement.
“Of course,” Spike laughed. “I’m going to give you back your little stick so you can do something unspeakably nasty to my devilish good looks. How stupid do you think I am?”
The man had an unfortunate point. Draco sighed.
“Look,” he snapped, “you give me the wand, and I will leave peacefully.”
Spike raised an eyebrow. “Uh huh,” he said thoughtfully. “And I’m supposed to believe you, am I? Good one. Besides, it would seem that I am the one with the upper hand here, not you. It is therefore not a very wise idea to go throwing orders around, kid. You wouldn’t like me when I’m angry.”
Draco was about to respond with something along the lines of “I’d like to see you try, weirdo!” sort of comment, which possibly wasn’t very smart but was very him. It was too bad he had no goons to back him up on that kind of big talk, but wasn’t that just the way the cookie crumbled?
Before he even opened his mouth, however, Spike smirked again, and Draco’s attention was drawn to the sharp pointed fangs. Blood running cold, he froze.
“Furthermore,” Spike murmured, “who ever said I wanted to let you go?”
Draco swallowed heavily, and he could see by the muted glow of the wand that Spike was watching his throat. He reflectively said something that was probably meant to be “Shit shit shit!” but instead came out as a strangled squawk.
Spike chuckled, and traced a finger tauntingly along Draco’s neck. “Ah, and now our little baby wizard is afraid, is he? Afraid of the things that go bump in the night.”
“No, just you,” didn’t really have much of a ring to it, so Draco kept his mouth shut. Where were witty comebacks when you needed them? If he was going to die, he’d at least always hoped he’d be able to go out in style.
“Nothing to say to that, I see,” Spike commented. “Pity, I’m sure your response would have been highly amusing. We can’t have everything, I suppose.”
Grabbing Draco’s wrist, he yanked the boy forward and around so that his back was to Spike’s chest. Draco gasped as the sinewy blond man drew the silvery strands back from his nape, and found himself torn over whether it had been a good idea or a bad one to grow his hair that long.
He could feel breath brushing his face, Draco realised, and whimpered slightly when his ear was suddenly bit. What did the vampire think he was doing?
All right, stupid question. Everyone knew what vampires were like.
And when it came right down to it, Draco felt that compromising his pride and dying in ecstasy was largely preferable to retaining it and dying in considerable pain. Weak, maybe, but when it came down to a choice between his family name and his own interests, Draco held his own interests firmly at heart.
“Now,” Spike purred, “you have two choices. We can do this the easy way, or we can do this the hard way.”
Draco considered this. “What’s the easy way?” he asked finally.
“Oh, but that would be telling,” Spike said innocently. “I’m afraid you’ll have to make the choice first.”
“But that’s no choice at all!” Draco protested, then sincerely wished he hadn’t.
Spike sniggered before spinning Draco around again and slamming him backwards into the tree. With all this spinning, Draco thought dazedly, he was going to get dizzy.
“Since when,” Spike asked politely, “is there ever a choice when one mentions an easy way and a hard way?”
Draco opened his mouth to reply snidely and promptly closed it. The vampire had a point. Two, in fact. Two very pointy teeth.
You’d be fixating too if extremely attractive death had you pinned up against a tree.
“As you were saying?”
“Easy way,” Draco squeaked. He was going to have to pull some major pranks to get this dent out of his ego, but getting mauled by a vampire had its perks. Hopefully.
Spike grinned sharkishly, eliciting a gulp from his captive. He did so love it when the prey cooperated, and he could tell that this was going to be less of a bother than most. Snapping the wand, he threw it over his shoulder, ignoring Draco’s dismayed protest.
“Good,” he said idly, and crushed himself against the slight boy. For all his arrogant posturing, the teenage wizard was quite fragile and almost petite. Spike found it rather laughable.
Sucking at the pulse point on Draco’s neck, Spike smiled as the human moaned and arched against him, twining a leg around the back of Spike’s. If Spike weren’t pressed against him, he’d probably slide to the ground in a boneless heap.
I’m about to have sex with a male vampire in a graveyard, Draco thought hazily. I knew there must have been something good about this whole situation.
Draco moaned again, louder, and the hands that had been pressed against the rough tree bark rose to clasp desperately around Spike’s neck. Looked like this wasn’t going to be trouble at all, Spike thought smugly. Maybe some thought that the thrill was in the challenge of the chase, but not him. He was a hedonist- the thrill was in the pleasure, thank you very much.
Pushing himself up against Spike, Draco’s moans melted away into little yelps, and amused, Spike shoved a hand down the front of the wizard’s trousers to see what effect it would have. He was not disappointed; Draco almost screamed, bucking wildly against him. Obviously not got so much practice in the whole self-control area, Spike mused.
Unfortunately, as enjoyable as the teenager’s vocal cries were, they could call unwanted attention. Sure, the graveyard was isolated, but you never knew what might happen. It paid to be prepared, and Spike would rather not be charged with indecent exposure. It’d be a nuisance.
Crushing his mouth against Draco’s with bruising force, Spike thrust his tongue in without waiting for the other to adjust, and twined his hands brutally through the soft silver blond hair, yanking it back. It must have hurt, but Draco just seemed more turned on by it, a fact Spike found intriguing.
A power play kink, huh? Maybe he’d keep this one around.
Nicking Draco’s lip with the sharp tip of his fang, Spike licked the blood welling from the cut eagerly. He was delighted by the sweet tangy taste, but even more by Draco’s reaction- grey eyes unfocused, he had pulled Spike’s mouth even harder to his, rubbing wantonly against the vampire.
Yes, he was definitely going to have to think about keeping this one.
Breaking his mouth away, Spike lapped up the trail of blood that trickled down Draco’s chin and grazed his fangs lightly over the skin on Draco’s neck.
“How do you feel about becoming a vampire?” Spike muttered seductively.
“Do… do I have a choice?” Draco panted weakly, words faltering as Spike tightened the grip of his hand.
“Well, yes,” Spike said helpfully. “For example, I wouldn’t want to be stuck with you if you were just going to whinge about it for all eternity.”
Fair point, Draco conceded. This was a bigger accomplishment than it would at first appear, given how hard it is to actually think when you’ve got someone’s hand down your pants.
“If.” Draco whimpered, and gritted his teeth. He may be in the throes of ecstasy, but he wasn’t going to let that impair his judgement! Not much, anyway. “If,” he continued, “I say no… will I die?”
Spike considered this carefully, licking and nipping at Draco’s jaw. “No,” he said finally. “If you were a normal human, yeah, but you’re a wizard. You lot already know vampires exist anyway.”
Well, that was certainly reassuring. It looked like Draco could make his own choice, albeit with a little bit of persuasion in the form of blatant seduction. It was a hard enough choice already, but it was made much harder with the way Spike was touching him.
Okay, pros and- ohmerlin! – cons, Draco thought, mind glazing over slightly with lust. Pros: sex. Sex, very big pro. Cons… hell, what cons? There was sex!
No, be serious, he chided himself. It’s hardly something one can undo if they change their mind. Making decisions in the heat of passion is supposed to be on the list of top five idiotic mistakes.
Still, that was one choice he didn’t have, so he’d just have to try and think through the waves of pleasure.
He had school. He had almost graduated. Yes, focus on that. And there was the family name… he was the only heir…
Then again, what good would all that do him? Voldemort, destined to lose, was dragging down his family and he’d never be able to get a job after he graduated. Plus, his wand had just been snapped. He didn’t see his father being thrilled about that.
In conclusion: on the one hand, there was failure, and that was if he stayed human.
On the other… well, he’d be a vampire, but there was always sex.
So maybe he had a one-track mind. He was seventeen; it was ridiculous to expect anything else of him.
Having decided firmly if not wisely, Draco yanked Spike’s head back against his neck. “Do it!”
Grinning, Spike sank his teeth deep into the delicate area between neck and shoulder, going into a pleasure frenzy of his own as the sharp metallic tasting blood hit his tongue. Torn between bliss and pain, Draco wrapped his legs around Spike’s hips and let himself be supported solely by the force with which he was pinned against the tree. The vampire was pulling roughly on his hair, tilting his head for easier access, and Draco found himself in a bizarre kind of ecstasy.
He had already been dizzy with lust, but the blood loss was beginning to go to his head and he found that his vision was clouding. As Spike released his neck, he thought woozily that it would leave one hell of a hickey in the morning and almost shocked himself into laughing. What a thing to be thinking about, at a time like this.
Watching in curiosity as Spike bit his own wrist open, Draco noticed a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach and realised that while it was weird and a bit disturbing, it was also kind of hot.
Yes, he was aware that he may have had certain problems, thanks for your concern.
Surprised as Spike pressed the lacerated wrist against his mouth, Draco swallowed on instinct and was surprised by the pleasant taste of the vampire’s blood. As Spike lowered them both to the ground, he figured he could get to like this blood-sucking thing. The loss of blood had made his erection flag somewhat for obvious reasons, but it was quickly swelling again.
Pulling his arm away, Spike sealed his mouth against Draco’s again, each able to taste their own blood on the other’s tongue. Spike ground his body down hard, and with a keening noise, Draco came, Spike following seconds later.
After a few minutes of them lying there panting, Spike attempted to smirk. “Done.”
Draco blinked. It certainly seemed done, but he didn’t feel particularly different. He couldn’t sense any change, but-
Running his tongue around the inside of his mouth, Draco flinched slightly as it caught on the edge of his fang and blood pooled up in his mouth.
Okay, yes. That would count as a change.
Pulling himself wearily to his feet, Spike offered a hand. “Come on. It might be a nice idea to find some sort of shelter before the sun rises and fries us to little crisps. Not to mention having a shower somewhere along the line.”
Grabbing the proffered hand and letting himself be pulled up, Draco stretched with a wince and tried ineffectively to brush the dirt from his clothing. There we go, there was already one thing he hadn’t taken into consideration: sunlight.
Then again, he always had had a pale complexion, so it wasn’t as if it would do his tan any damage.
“Are you coming?” Spike asked impatiently.
No, Draco thought in a detached sort of way, I just did that.
Sex in a graveyard followed by being turned into a vampire. Certainly not something he’d been reasonably expecting.
Who’d believe that? he mused. Sex in a graveyard.
Maybe he could bite Harry Potter. That would be fun on a whole range of different levels.
Rating: ... Again... probably NC-17. *blushes harder*
Fandom: Buffy/Harry Potter X-over
Pairing: Spike/Draco
Genre: Roman... smut. ^^;
Notes: Yes, it's a PWP. Yes, as it involves vampires, there is bloodsex. *pause* ... in a graveyard.
Summary: Graveyard sex, baby. PWP. WOO!
Draco opened his mouth to reply snidely and promptly closed it. The vampire had a point. Two, in fact. Two very pointy teeth.
You’d be fixating too if extremely attractive death had you pinned up against a tree.
It’s just a graveyard, Draco Malfoy told himself. No big deal. Okay, yes, so taking into account the fact that it was the middle of the night on Halloween one may possibly begin to worry, but he was a Malfoy. No sweat, right?
“Lumos,” Draco whispered, and the tip of his wand lit up like a lamp. He wasn’t afraid, he just didn’t want to trip over anything in the dark. Obviously.
It was a stupid dare, really. You would have thought that as the cunning house his Slytherin year mates could come up with something better, but apparently not. Draco snorted, and reflected that he was surrounded by idiots. Go into a graveyard on Halloween? What kind of dare was that? After all, whatever the date, it was still England. Who ever heard of creepy supernatural things ever happening in Eng…
Maybe that hadn’t been such a smart thing to think.
Nevertheless, Draco was determined not to chicken out. For one thing, he had no intention of losing the status. For another, it was a matter of personal pride. Just because he was a little bit spooked, there was no need to act like a muggle child.
He had his wand, anyway. If worse came to worst.
Spike watched the teenage boy wander through the graveyard, highly amused by the evident fear and the pathetic attempt to act tough. That boy, Spike thought, is practically peeing himself.
He could have some fun with this one.
Swaggering over to where the boy was leaning against a tree, Spike waited until he was right behind his ear and smirked.
“You know, as cliché as it is, I find myself almost compelled to ask what someone of your rather positive appearance is doing in a place like this.”
Draco screamed and spun around, wand up and already prepared to cast some kind of nasty hex. Spike rolled his eyes.
“Oh, puh-lease,” he drawled, plucking the wand from the young wizard’s shaky hand. “What kind of sad pretence of self-defence was that supposed to be?”
Draco blinked, and considered making a run for it. He was not exactly accustomed to fleeing before getting the last word in, but nor was he accustomed to people nicking his wand. It was impolite, for a start.
“Give it back,” he demanded, and winced as soon as the words were out of his mouth. Oh, yeah, real cool. It was rather hard to deny the scared tremble to his voice, either. This was not doing wonders for his image, he decided ruefully. It was possible that this was an understatement.
“Of course,” Spike laughed. “I’m going to give you back your little stick so you can do something unspeakably nasty to my devilish good looks. How stupid do you think I am?”
The man had an unfortunate point. Draco sighed.
“Look,” he snapped, “you give me the wand, and I will leave peacefully.”
Spike raised an eyebrow. “Uh huh,” he said thoughtfully. “And I’m supposed to believe you, am I? Good one. Besides, it would seem that I am the one with the upper hand here, not you. It is therefore not a very wise idea to go throwing orders around, kid. You wouldn’t like me when I’m angry.”
Draco was about to respond with something along the lines of “I’d like to see you try, weirdo!” sort of comment, which possibly wasn’t very smart but was very him. It was too bad he had no goons to back him up on that kind of big talk, but wasn’t that just the way the cookie crumbled?
Before he even opened his mouth, however, Spike smirked again, and Draco’s attention was drawn to the sharp pointed fangs. Blood running cold, he froze.
“Furthermore,” Spike murmured, “who ever said I wanted to let you go?”
Draco swallowed heavily, and he could see by the muted glow of the wand that Spike was watching his throat. He reflectively said something that was probably meant to be “Shit shit shit!” but instead came out as a strangled squawk.
Spike chuckled, and traced a finger tauntingly along Draco’s neck. “Ah, and now our little baby wizard is afraid, is he? Afraid of the things that go bump in the night.”
“No, just you,” didn’t really have much of a ring to it, so Draco kept his mouth shut. Where were witty comebacks when you needed them? If he was going to die, he’d at least always hoped he’d be able to go out in style.
“Nothing to say to that, I see,” Spike commented. “Pity, I’m sure your response would have been highly amusing. We can’t have everything, I suppose.”
Grabbing Draco’s wrist, he yanked the boy forward and around so that his back was to Spike’s chest. Draco gasped as the sinewy blond man drew the silvery strands back from his nape, and found himself torn over whether it had been a good idea or a bad one to grow his hair that long.
He could feel breath brushing his face, Draco realised, and whimpered slightly when his ear was suddenly bit. What did the vampire think he was doing?
All right, stupid question. Everyone knew what vampires were like.
And when it came right down to it, Draco felt that compromising his pride and dying in ecstasy was largely preferable to retaining it and dying in considerable pain. Weak, maybe, but when it came down to a choice between his family name and his own interests, Draco held his own interests firmly at heart.
“Now,” Spike purred, “you have two choices. We can do this the easy way, or we can do this the hard way.”
Draco considered this. “What’s the easy way?” he asked finally.
“Oh, but that would be telling,” Spike said innocently. “I’m afraid you’ll have to make the choice first.”
“But that’s no choice at all!” Draco protested, then sincerely wished he hadn’t.
Spike sniggered before spinning Draco around again and slamming him backwards into the tree. With all this spinning, Draco thought dazedly, he was going to get dizzy.
“Since when,” Spike asked politely, “is there ever a choice when one mentions an easy way and a hard way?”
Draco opened his mouth to reply snidely and promptly closed it. The vampire had a point. Two, in fact. Two very pointy teeth.
You’d be fixating too if extremely attractive death had you pinned up against a tree.
“As you were saying?”
“Easy way,” Draco squeaked. He was going to have to pull some major pranks to get this dent out of his ego, but getting mauled by a vampire had its perks. Hopefully.
Spike grinned sharkishly, eliciting a gulp from his captive. He did so love it when the prey cooperated, and he could tell that this was going to be less of a bother than most. Snapping the wand, he threw it over his shoulder, ignoring Draco’s dismayed protest.
“Good,” he said idly, and crushed himself against the slight boy. For all his arrogant posturing, the teenage wizard was quite fragile and almost petite. Spike found it rather laughable.
Sucking at the pulse point on Draco’s neck, Spike smiled as the human moaned and arched against him, twining a leg around the back of Spike’s. If Spike weren’t pressed against him, he’d probably slide to the ground in a boneless heap.
I’m about to have sex with a male vampire in a graveyard, Draco thought hazily. I knew there must have been something good about this whole situation.
Draco moaned again, louder, and the hands that had been pressed against the rough tree bark rose to clasp desperately around Spike’s neck. Looked like this wasn’t going to be trouble at all, Spike thought smugly. Maybe some thought that the thrill was in the challenge of the chase, but not him. He was a hedonist- the thrill was in the pleasure, thank you very much.
Pushing himself up against Spike, Draco’s moans melted away into little yelps, and amused, Spike shoved a hand down the front of the wizard’s trousers to see what effect it would have. He was not disappointed; Draco almost screamed, bucking wildly against him. Obviously not got so much practice in the whole self-control area, Spike mused.
Unfortunately, as enjoyable as the teenager’s vocal cries were, they could call unwanted attention. Sure, the graveyard was isolated, but you never knew what might happen. It paid to be prepared, and Spike would rather not be charged with indecent exposure. It’d be a nuisance.
Crushing his mouth against Draco’s with bruising force, Spike thrust his tongue in without waiting for the other to adjust, and twined his hands brutally through the soft silver blond hair, yanking it back. It must have hurt, but Draco just seemed more turned on by it, a fact Spike found intriguing.
A power play kink, huh? Maybe he’d keep this one around.
Nicking Draco’s lip with the sharp tip of his fang, Spike licked the blood welling from the cut eagerly. He was delighted by the sweet tangy taste, but even more by Draco’s reaction- grey eyes unfocused, he had pulled Spike’s mouth even harder to his, rubbing wantonly against the vampire.
Yes, he was definitely going to have to think about keeping this one.
Breaking his mouth away, Spike lapped up the trail of blood that trickled down Draco’s chin and grazed his fangs lightly over the skin on Draco’s neck.
“How do you feel about becoming a vampire?” Spike muttered seductively.
“Do… do I have a choice?” Draco panted weakly, words faltering as Spike tightened the grip of his hand.
“Well, yes,” Spike said helpfully. “For example, I wouldn’t want to be stuck with you if you were just going to whinge about it for all eternity.”
Fair point, Draco conceded. This was a bigger accomplishment than it would at first appear, given how hard it is to actually think when you’ve got someone’s hand down your pants.
“If.” Draco whimpered, and gritted his teeth. He may be in the throes of ecstasy, but he wasn’t going to let that impair his judgement! Not much, anyway. “If,” he continued, “I say no… will I die?”
Spike considered this carefully, licking and nipping at Draco’s jaw. “No,” he said finally. “If you were a normal human, yeah, but you’re a wizard. You lot already know vampires exist anyway.”
Well, that was certainly reassuring. It looked like Draco could make his own choice, albeit with a little bit of persuasion in the form of blatant seduction. It was a hard enough choice already, but it was made much harder with the way Spike was touching him.
Okay, pros and- ohmerlin! – cons, Draco thought, mind glazing over slightly with lust. Pros: sex. Sex, very big pro. Cons… hell, what cons? There was sex!
No, be serious, he chided himself. It’s hardly something one can undo if they change their mind. Making decisions in the heat of passion is supposed to be on the list of top five idiotic mistakes.
Still, that was one choice he didn’t have, so he’d just have to try and think through the waves of pleasure.
He had school. He had almost graduated. Yes, focus on that. And there was the family name… he was the only heir…
Then again, what good would all that do him? Voldemort, destined to lose, was dragging down his family and he’d never be able to get a job after he graduated. Plus, his wand had just been snapped. He didn’t see his father being thrilled about that.
In conclusion: on the one hand, there was failure, and that was if he stayed human.
On the other… well, he’d be a vampire, but there was always sex.
So maybe he had a one-track mind. He was seventeen; it was ridiculous to expect anything else of him.
Having decided firmly if not wisely, Draco yanked Spike’s head back against his neck. “Do it!”
Grinning, Spike sank his teeth deep into the delicate area between neck and shoulder, going into a pleasure frenzy of his own as the sharp metallic tasting blood hit his tongue. Torn between bliss and pain, Draco wrapped his legs around Spike’s hips and let himself be supported solely by the force with which he was pinned against the tree. The vampire was pulling roughly on his hair, tilting his head for easier access, and Draco found himself in a bizarre kind of ecstasy.
He had already been dizzy with lust, but the blood loss was beginning to go to his head and he found that his vision was clouding. As Spike released his neck, he thought woozily that it would leave one hell of a hickey in the morning and almost shocked himself into laughing. What a thing to be thinking about, at a time like this.
Watching in curiosity as Spike bit his own wrist open, Draco noticed a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach and realised that while it was weird and a bit disturbing, it was also kind of hot.
Yes, he was aware that he may have had certain problems, thanks for your concern.
Surprised as Spike pressed the lacerated wrist against his mouth, Draco swallowed on instinct and was surprised by the pleasant taste of the vampire’s blood. As Spike lowered them both to the ground, he figured he could get to like this blood-sucking thing. The loss of blood had made his erection flag somewhat for obvious reasons, but it was quickly swelling again.
Pulling his arm away, Spike sealed his mouth against Draco’s again, each able to taste their own blood on the other’s tongue. Spike ground his body down hard, and with a keening noise, Draco came, Spike following seconds later.
After a few minutes of them lying there panting, Spike attempted to smirk. “Done.”
Draco blinked. It certainly seemed done, but he didn’t feel particularly different. He couldn’t sense any change, but-
Running his tongue around the inside of his mouth, Draco flinched slightly as it caught on the edge of his fang and blood pooled up in his mouth.
Okay, yes. That would count as a change.
Pulling himself wearily to his feet, Spike offered a hand. “Come on. It might be a nice idea to find some sort of shelter before the sun rises and fries us to little crisps. Not to mention having a shower somewhere along the line.”
Grabbing the proffered hand and letting himself be pulled up, Draco stretched with a wince and tried ineffectively to brush the dirt from his clothing. There we go, there was already one thing he hadn’t taken into consideration: sunlight.
Then again, he always had had a pale complexion, so it wasn’t as if it would do his tan any damage.
“Are you coming?” Spike asked impatiently.
No, Draco thought in a detached sort of way, I just did that.
Sex in a graveyard followed by being turned into a vampire. Certainly not something he’d been reasonably expecting.
Who’d believe that? he mused. Sex in a graveyard.
Maybe he could bite Harry Potter. That would be fun on a whole range of different levels.
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Date: 2003-12-25 09:05 am (UTC)SS: It's kinky bloodsex. Of course I love it.
STS: Might have been more fun if Draco had put up a fight. At least at first *grins*
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Date: 2004-01-14 02:53 am (UTC)Merry christmas to you too, annaaaaaaar! ^^