hp_may_madness

Title: Blood and Wine
Word Count: 577
Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Lorcan d'Eath
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: none
Kink: Biting
Warnings: Slash, blood.
Author's note: Draco/Lorcan is my personal canon. He was only seen briefly in the actual canon (in the weekly wizard thing), but he's become such a big character in my own vision. He's sort of like Lestat. XD

Draco Malfoy swayed to the trance-inducing ending strains of Lorcan d'Eath's 'Eternal.' From his position in the wings, he could clearly see the look of ecstasy on the singer's face as he lost himself in his music. Draco loved that look. It was his favourite.

The song ended, and Lorcan played the crowd. For a minute or so he let them cheer and throw roses on stage, then took his final bow and exited swiftly, his eyes so downcast in his end-of-show distraction that he didn't see Draco there waiting for him, a bouquet of flowers and a bottle in hand. Of course, Lorcan d'Eathe was a vampire. He didn't need to see.

Lorcan stopped midstep at Draco's side as he passed, leaning his head back and closing his eyes as he inhaled deeply. Without turning, he said, in that smooth Romanian accent that never failed to make Draco weak at the knees, 'You smell particularly delicious tonight.'

Draco placed the bouquet of black and red lilies in Lorcan's hand, then wrapped his arm around the singer's waist and kissed him passionately, running his tongue over the points of Lorcan's teeth, then out to caress his lips. When the kiss broke, both were lost in it for an extra moment.

'I brought you a present,' Draco said, holding up the bottle. 'A '77 Bordeaux. I thought you could... enhance it a bit.' Lorcan grinned in response, his teeth shining in the red backstage light. '...How much time do you have before you have to appear for autographs?'

Lorcan shrugged. 'At least ten minutes.' He took Draco's hand and led him gracefully into a candlelit dressing room, where the two of them sank into the plush sofa, Draco on Lorcan's lap, kissing, touching, moaning, sighing...

'Go on, then,' Draco breathed between moans, 'You've got to be... hungry after... all that...'

Lorcan brushed Draco's shoulder-length hair from his neck and licked his collarbone. Draco's eyes closed and he tensed slightly, preparing for the pain. Lorcan's teeth sank into his neck, and he gasped. They had done this a few times before, but it didn't get any less scary, or less intimate. The singer's lips pressed against the wound, and he sucked, making Draco see stars and spirals behind his eyelids. After only a few moments, he withdrew. Lorcan was old. He was made of control.

'The fans await,' Lorcan said, pulling back and running a hand through Draco's hair. A stream of blood the vampire didn't catch ran down Draco's neck to his chest.

'Wait,' Draco said, grabbing for the bottle he'd placed hastily on the floor near the sofa. Quickly he tore off the wrapper and popped the cork out, then held the mouth of the bottle up to his chest. His blood fell over the lip of the bottle and mixed with the expensive wine. He held the bottle there for a moment, then lifted it up and swished it around while Lorcan licked the last of the blood from his neck and chest. 'There we go,' Draco said, wobbling a bit. 'You'll love it.'

Lorcan kissed his lips softly, tenderly. 'Thank you, my dear.' With a smile, he slid out from under Draco, kissed him on the forehead, and slipped out the door to greet his fans.

Sitting on the sofa alone, Draco got out his wand and healed the wound on his neck. He sighed, a long and satisfied sigh. He was so in love.