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Give Him the World	By : bezo93 Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 23603 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 6
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter nor any of the characters. I do not make any money from this fic.

Chapter List
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A/N: This started out as PWP and somehow turned into...this. I have no idea what is going on or where the suspiciously plot-like stuff came from but it seems that the plot bunny has made a home for itself, so we'll see where it takes us. All I know for sure is that Harry has a traumatic past that has left him more than a little bit unbalanced and Sanguini plans to spoil him, a lot, to make up for it. Sanguini is a vampire with little to no morals who will agree to pretty much anything Harry asks for, and Harry will be dark in this fic - toturing people because he can type dark - and he will be planning to get revenge on the people who hurt him. The tags cover everything I plan to include in the future (sneaky plot bunny or not, this started as PWP and dammit the sex will stay!) so don't expect everything to happen all at once.
(This is my first time posting on AFF so please let me known if I'm doing something wrong)

Vlad, known to many wizards by the ridiculous moniker Sanguini, looked down at his writhing little mate with a smirk. Emerald eyes looked up at him pleadingly as the lithe body arched into his touch and wordless whine begged for more.
“What do you want, little one?” the Master Vampire murmured teasingly against the pale neck of the emerald eyed boy. “I will give you everything you desire but you must ask for it.”
“Please,” the raven moaned brokenly, tugging against the hand that held his wrists captive.
“Please what, little one? What do you want?” Vlad asked, nipping teasingly at the pale neck and along the collarbone, careful not to break skin with his fangs.
“I…please, I need…please…don’t know, just please,” sobbed the boy, too lost in pleasure to think straight and too inexperienced to know what he wanted.
“Hush little one, I’ll take care of you,” the vampire promised.
The touches that had been light and teasing turned firmer and more purposeful. Kissing and nipping down the pale chest and across the flat stomach, the vampire came to rest between his mate’s legs. The boy was too aroused to have any of his earlier embarrassment or shyness, his cock looking painfully hard and his hips jerking as he sought the friction he so desperately needed but had so far been denied. A light, teasing kiss to the aching flesh was like a shock of electricity. The boy gave a breathless groan of pleasure and would have arched off the bed if not for the vampire’s body pinning him to the sheets.
“Ah, p-please, no teasing…please I need…” the wizard panted feeling completely overwhelmed and desperate to come. He had never experienced anything like this before but he knew that he could not take any more teasing. He needed release like he needed oxygen and any more of the gentle, teasing touches would surely drive him insane.
Vlad shushed him softly. Wasting no more time, the vampire engulfed the boys cock with his mouth, holding down his hips as the boy threw his head back in a silent scream. Swallowing around the length once, twice, a third time before pulling back until just the tip remained in his mouth, licking around the head and teasing the slit, and plunging back down until the entire length was surrounded once more.
So close to the edge, the raven haired boy didn’t last long. A strangled sound left his throat as he came hard, cock twitching as it released load after load into the vampire’s mouth. Vlad continued licking and sucking at the boy’s cock until he made a weak noise of protest, too oversensitive to take any more pleasure.
Tired emerald eyes fought to stay open, the young wizard feeling sated and content but wanting to do something for the vampire who had spent so long concentrating on pleasuring him.
“Shh, sleep little one,” the vampire murmured softly as he noticed the wizard’s battle with sleep. “I’ll still be here when you wake,” he assured the boy, moving back up the bed to hold the young man against his chest, purring softly to lull him to sleep.
Vlad’s own arousal was an aching presence straining against his slacks but he ignored it in favour of holding his sleeping mate. He had suffered far greater discomforts over the centuries and he would not allow anything, even the desires of his own body, to pressure his precious mate into doing more than the young man was comfortable with.
He had waited centuries to find the one worthy of being his mate and finally found it in this beautiful, broken boy. Now he was going to love and protect the young wizard the way he deserved.

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Harry woke up in stages, reluctantly surfacing from the first nightmare free sleep he had had in months - maybe even years. The first things he noticed was how relaxed and content he felt, something that he had not felt since before the war. Then he became away of arms holding him and a chest supporting his head. A chest that had no heartbeat and no rise and fall of breathing.
Alarmed, he bolted upright, the arms around him releasing him easily and making no attempt to pull him back against the cool chest. For several long moments the wizard stared at the vampire that had been holding him, mind scrambling as he tried to remember who this was, where he was and what he was doing here.
Thoughts whirled through his head too fast to catch, old nightmares tangling with memories. It was so much harder to separate the two now, it took longer to remember what was real and what was not, what had happened recently and what was just a nightmare reliving painful memories. Was this Hogwarts? He felt safe here and Hogwarts was the only place he had ever felt anything close to safety. But no, he hadn’t been to Hogwarts in years, not since he was sixteen and forced into a war he didn’t want to fight. Nor was it the training camp or the tent he’d lived in while on the run. That had all happened during the war. The Light had lost the war. They lost the war when he was captured by the Dark. But the Dark had not won either. This was not the dungeon he had lived in. The dungeon where he was forced to watch and listen as everything was taken from him, shattered and destroyed before him. The dungeon where his mind broke, where they succeeded in taking everything, even the morals and values he had clung to for so long. This was not that place: too clean, too warm, too safe. No, the Light had lost the war, but the Dark had lost the war too. He remembered now. Remembered escaping the dungeon when it was attacked and raided. They hadn’t expected it, the Dark, confident that they had won. But it hadn’t been the Light that attacked. It had been the vampires. The vampires who nobody had been watching as the Light and Dark fought each other viciously. They had bided their time, watching and waiting as the wizards weakened themselves, then struck when the Light had lost and the Dark was weakened from the war. The vampires had struck and achieved what no other race had achieved - not the bloodthirsty goblins or the aloof centaurs or the vicious werewolves - they had struck and destroyed the wizards’ rule. The Light was broken and the Dark was too weak to repel them.
Too weak.
Harry remembered being too weak. Harry had always been too weak. Too weak to stop Voldemort’s resurrection. Too weak to keep Dumbledore alive. Too weak to complete his training in the few months he had had. Too weak to protect his friends. Too weak to avoid capture. Too weak to resist torture. Too weak to find his own escape. Too weak to resist the vampires. Too weak to fight off the vampire that bit him. Too weak to ask for death or the Change from his attacker. Too weak to say no when offered protection.
Too weak to deny his magic when it bound him to a vampire.
His thoughts slowed as he remembered who this was, where he was and what he was doing here. The vampire who had been holding him, the one who was now waiting so patiently for him to come back to himself, for him to remember, was Sanguini, the Vampire King. They where in Sanguini’s home, in his bedroom. And Harry was here because Sanguini had claimed him as a mate. Sanguini had told him that it didn’t matter if he was too weak because it was now Sanguini’s duty to look after him, to care for him and to protect him. Sanguini had saved him from the vampire that had bitten him, the one who hurt him. The one whose bite still hurt even if it couldn’t be seen.
Wincing slightly, the wizard traced the edges of the bite with his fingers, forgetting for a moment that he was being watched as he relived the burning, stinging bite. The skin was unblemished, healed over by a spell that healed the body but not the pain. To anyone else the skin was perfect and unmarked, as though nothing had ever happened, but to Harry it felt like the raw, open wound it would still be if not for the spell. He had been able to mostly forget about it last night, lost in the pleasure as he had been, but now it ached and burned.
He nearly leapt out of his skin as a cold fingers stroked over the area he was touching, the unexpected pressure making him hiss. The fingers drew back immediately, a concerned expression marring the vampire’s face.
“Are you ok, little one?” the vampire asked softly, with more concern than he had been shown in years.
“Ye-Yeah. Sorry I freaked out when I woke up, you were holding me and I couldn’t remember and I panicked. It’s always hard to remember at first.”
“But you remember now?” It was more of a statement than a question but Harry nodded anyway.
“You’re Sanguini, the Vampire King, and you saved me last night. You claimed me as your mate and my magic bonded us. You took me away from the other vampire, the one who hunted and hurt me, and brought me here,” Harry said softly, looking down at his hands, frustrated at how difficult it was to sort his thoughts and speak coherently.
Looking up, he flinched away from Sanguini’s angry expression. What had he done wrong? Why did he always do things wrong? He didn’t want Sanguini to be angry, he didn’t want Sanguini to get rid of him already.
“He hurt you? Did he bite you? Last night you said he hadn’t bitten you,” Sanguini growled. Harry’s eyes widened fearfully. Sanguini thought he had lied and lying was bad. Nobody liked lying: the Dursley’s had always punished him for lying, Snape was nastier to him when he lied, Dumbledore was always disappointed in him when he lied, the tortures in the dungeon had been worse when he lied. And now Sanguini thought he had lied last night!
“I’m sorry! Please, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to lie, I swear. You asked if I let him bite me and I didn’t let him bite me, I didn’t want him to but he was chasing me, then he caught me and I couldn’t fight him, I couldn’t get him off and he bit me. I didn’t want him to, it hurt, but he didn’t care and bit me anyway. I swear I didn’t mean to lie, I’m sorry! I swear I’ll never, ever lie again. Please don’t punish me,” Harry babbled, his breathing getting faster and faster as his fear mounted until he was almost hyperventilating. Of all the things he could do, lying was the worst. Nobody liked it when he lied and he always suffered for it. He didn’t want Sanguini, the only protecter he had and the only one who had cared about him in a long time, to think he was a lier.
The angry expression on the vampire’s face had been replaced by a stunned look, completely taken aback by the wizard’s extreme reaction and mounting panic. It took several seconds for him to snap out of it and comfort the increasingly hysterical wizard.
“Calm, little one. It’s ok, I’m not angry,” he soothed. “I’m not angry at you,” he amended when he saw the clearly disbelieving look the wizard was giving him. “I’m angry at the one who bit you, the one who hurt you, not you. And I’m not angry at you for lying either. You didn’t lie, I asked a badly worded question and got a misleading answer because of it. It wasn’t your fault, you’ve done nothing wrong. You’re such a good boy, my good boy. Hush little one, it’s ok, I’m not angry,” the murmured reassurances continued as the vampire held Harry gently, providing comfort and support but careful not to be confining.
Slowly the wizard calmed, his breathing slowing and becoming more even as he realised the vampire was not angry and was not going to hurt him. At some point, Sanguini had started purring again - a sound Harry hadn’t known vampires were capable of before now. It was not the same purr as last night but it was still soothing and relaxing and the wizard found himself drifting off to sleep again, Sanguini still murmuring reassurances into his hair.
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Vlad was furious.
Not at Harry. Never at his precious mate. His little one who had been so strong but had been through so much and was now so broken. He was furious at the ones who had hurt him: the vampire who had bitten him, the Death Eaters who tortured him, the wizards who were supposed to care for him but had placed the world on his shoulders and allowed it to crush him. He was angry at himself for not controlling himself better, for allowing Harry to see his anger, but he was livid at the ones who had hurt the wizard so badly that the boy believed that his own mate would hurt him because of a misunderstanding.
Never again, he vowed. Never again would he allow his mate to suffer, never again would his mate have to bear everyone else’s responsibilities, never again would his mate be answerable to anyone but him. He would protect him, he would take the responsibilities from him and he alone would be permitted to pass judgement on Harry’s actions. And, as he recalled the terror on his mate’s face and the desperate desire he had to make it go away and never come back, he knew there would be very little Harry could do that would truly displease him. The little wizard could set fire to the world just to watch it burn and Vlad would watch happily as long as Harry was happy. And if Harry was not happy then Vlad would do everything in his not inconsiderable power to fix it.
He had every intention of spoiling his mate, whether Harry asked for it or not. A vampire’s greatest pride was the happiness of their mate and Vlad had always been a very prideful man.
Punishing the wizards who had hurt his mate would be an ongoing process as it would take time to get Harry to open up about what they had done to him, but the vampire who had dared to bite his mate could be dealt with immediately. Flicking his wrist towards the door, he sent a summons for one of his servants.
Less than a minute later there was a soft knock at the door and a vampire dressed in the black and silver uniform of his House entered the room. The new arrival glanced towards the bed before his eyes widened and he averted his gaze. Seeing the Vampire Master underdressed was nothing unusual but only those with a death wish would gaze upon the Master’s unclothed mate without express permission. Keeping his eyes on the floor, the servant took three measured steps into the room and sank to his knees.
“Master,” he murmured, quietly and respectfully, mindful of the Master’s sleeping mate.
Vlad smirked at the obvious nervousness of the subordinate vampire, enjoying the feeling of power the vampire’s obvious fear gave him. Vampires were creatures that revolved around power and Vlad had it in spades but it was always enjoyable to see evidence of the power he held over the other vampires.
“Find the one who brought my mate to me. If he has half the sense of a post owl he will have covered his tracks but I want him here before the next sunset. Use the wolves if necessary, I don’t need him unharmed just alive and preferably in one piece,” he ordered in a low voice. The kneeling vampire looked confused but did not question the order. The Master’s power was absolute and his word was law; if he wanted the vampire, the vampire he would get.
A sleepy noise from the dark haired wizard had both vampires looking over at him, the kneeling vampire glancing over out of reflex before he could catch himself. He quickly averted his gaze again, heart in his mouth as he stared at the carpet and listened to the Master sooth the wizard back to sleep. That was the second time he had looked upon the Master’s mate without permission and he wasn’t sure the Master would be so lenient this time.
“Look at him Joseph,” the order has his head shooting up in surprise, eyes connecting with the Master’s. The Master Vampire was smirking again and looked pointedly towards his mate. Following the Master’s gaze, Joseph also looked at the wizard.
It took every ounce of will he possessed to not allow his body to react to the sight of the sleeping wizard. Vampires were sexual beings by nature and the wizard looked like innocent seduction personified sprawled across the bed, head resting on the Master’s chest as he slept and sheets bunched just below his waist - covering everything that was for the Master’s eyes only but leaving little to the imagination. Scars marred the pale skin but they did not detract from the boy’s appeal, if anything they added appeal as vampires were attracted to power and simply surviving long enough to amass such a collection of scars required a great deal of survival power. Against the Master Vampire’s broad chest and powerfully built body, the boy looked slender and fragile and oh so appealing. But Joseph did not dare allow his body to react to the sight. Bad enough that he had looked upon the sleeping mate twice without permission, he did not want to think what the Master would do should he become aroused by the wizard.
“Like what you see?” Vlad asked, enjoying the sight of the vampire so desperately fighting his instincts and arousal. The longer Joseph looked that harder the struggle to quash his arousal became but he had been instructed to look and could not look away until given permission.
“He is beautiful Master,” the subordinate vampire said carefully, not wanting to say the wrong thing and invite the Master’s wrath.
“Yes, he is. He is also mine and no other shall touch him. Spread the word, what is mine is his and I will be displeased if I find anyone upsetting him. He has free rein of all my lands and he will not be required to wear identification any more than I am. I suggest you work quickly and give the staff enough to identify him by, dawn is not far away and I imagine he will want to explore during the day. If I wake to find he has been denied access or threatened it will be you who suffers,” the Master Vampire said, keeping his voice low and rubbing small circles on Harry’s side with his thumb. “Leave now and make sure food is prepared for when he wakes.”
Joseph left quickly, not sure how he was going to ensure the news was spread throughout the entire household in the scant few hours before dawn came and forced him to rest but knowing he would do it anyway. He had seen the results of Vlad’s wrath before and had no desire to be the subject of its focus.
Once the servant had left, Vlad returned his attention to his mate. He carefully manoeuvred the wizard to lie on the bed properly and pulled up the covers to prevent the wizard from getting cold. Once he was sure the wizard would continue to sleep, he slipped out of bed and began making preparations from the coming day. He laid out clothes for the wizard to use if he wished to leave the room, dimmed the lights to allow him to sleep easier without making it so dark it would cause flashbacks to his time in the dungeon, and wrote a note explaining where he could find food, who to ask if he needed assistance, and where Vlad would be if he woke after dawn.
Making sure everything was prepared and the note was left somewhere easy to see, Vlad slipped back into the bed. Dawn would arrive in a couple of hours but he could spend his remaining time holding his newfound mate.
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