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Of Lions And Lambs - Part Four	By : Marblez Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 9326 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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A/N I have never been to Las Vegas (as much as I really want to go my bank account says no) and so everything referenced is things that I learned from a guide book and the internet. Oh, and I took the hotel from the TV series CSI.

A/N 2 THESE ARE MY FIRST EVER PROPER SEX SCENES SO BE WARNED THEY COULD BE RUBBISH! ALSO THIS IS A WARNING FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO DON'T LIKE THE IDEA OF GAY SEX (although if you've got this far with the story and have only just realised that it's about gay guys then it's your own fault…) OR IF YOU'RE UNDER AGE PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS CHAPTER. Ok, that's all.

Chapter One

Draco was the first to enter the honeymoon suite but instead of making his way over to the giant bed which dominated the room he paused just a few paces away from the door, turning to watch as his husband hung the 'Do-Not-Disturb' sign on the handle before shutting and locking the door.

Once this was done he moved quickly, stepping into Jaspers open arms and pressing his body to that of his husband with a loud moan – there was no denying how aroused both of them were at that moment in time.

Feasting the lips upon each other their hands moved almost of their own accord, quickly divesting each other of their fine jackets and shirts. Draco moaned loudly as Jaspers fingertips found his nipples, stroking the nubs until they positively ached and Draco thought his legs would give way from the pleasure.

Deciding that things needed to be moved along quickly rather than slowly Draco made the bold move of sliding his hand inside his husband's trousers, fondling his hard cock through his boxers. Jasper gasped, his hips bucking forwards towards the warm hand that his cool body craved so much.

"I need you…" Draco moaned, his mouth so close to Jaspers ear that the vampire could feel the brush off his husbands soft lips on his cool skin even as his hot breath sent shivers of lust running up and down his spine. "Please…"

"The bed…" Jasper gasped, his hands grabbing Draco's firm bottom through the fabric of his trousers. "We should…move to the bed…I won't…I won't begin our married life with a…a fuck on the floor…"

"As long as it begins with a fuck I don't care if it's on the floor or on the bed or even on the balcony!" Draco announced flippantly before obediently pulling his husband towards the bed, leading him by the hand still firmly clasping his erection through his damp boxers.

"Ugh!" Jasper grunted as the mental image of him bending Draco over the balcony entered his mind. "Maybe later…" he promised, removing the wizards hand from inside his trousers so that he could quickly rip the constraining garments from his body, leaving him in nothing but his marble like skin.

Draco hurriedly copied him, shedding his own trousers and underwear with the same amount of care (a.k.a none) so that when he climbed into the centre of the bed he was as nature had intended him to be.

Lying back against the comfortable pillows he spread his long legs invitingly, his hand sliding down his smooth chest to grasp his cock as Jasper crawled across the bed to settle between his legs.

Laying down on top of his husband Jasper proceeded to give Draco one of the most passionate kisses of his life as his hand carefully opened the drawer of the bedside cabinet, reaching inside to take out the tube of lube he had hidden there earlier on – he'd gotten the feeling that Draco wouldn't be in much of a state to use magic to ease the way on their wedding night.

Moving back from Draco's flushed body Jasper quickly covered his fingers in the slippery substance before pressing the tip of one against the wizard's opening. He wasn't at all surprised when it slipped easily inside his body – after all this wasn't the first time they'd had sex. A second finger soon followed and then when Jasper judged him ready (by the moans of pleasure erupting from his mouth) he inserted a third finger into his lover.

"Do you like that, my love?" Jasper asked after a particularly loud moan.

"Yes, but I'd like you're cock even more," Draco answered, his breath coming in sharp pants and his cheeks flushed red. Sweat was beginning to drip down his chest as he lay underneath the cool body of his lover, not even the vampires unnaturally cold temperature helping to keep him cool as his passion increased.

"Anything you want, my love," Jasper purred, removing his fingers as he leaned down to capture his husbands lips in a kiss that left him all but breathless, coating his cock in more of the lube during this pleasurable distraction.

"Jasper, please…" Draco moaned wantonly, spreading his legs even wider as Jasper settled into place, guiding the tip of his aching cock to the now empty entrance to Draco's beautiful body. "Please…"

And then finally for the first time in their married life they were one, their bodies moving together in that age old dance of lust, love and passion.

Having been together sexually for over a year they were both well practised at giving pleasure to each other and it didn't take Jasper very long to find the right angle with which to brush up against Draco's sweet spot, bringing forth the loudest cries yet as he began to hit the little nub of pleasure with every powerful stroke.

"Jasper…ugh…Jasper…please…I need…" Draco begged, his hands fisting the bed covers beneath him as his back arched off of the bed. Jasper understood, removing one of his hands from where it had been tightly gripping his husband's hips and using it instead to pump the wizards aching member. "Yes! Yes…I'm going to…oh fuck…Jasper…I'm going to…"

"Cum," Jasper ordered softly and Draco did, screaming himself hoarse as he exploded onto Jasper hands and his own chest.

Jasper grunted as Draco's body tightened around him almost unbelievably, increasing the pressure which meant that it wasn't long until he too came with a loud cry, shooting his own seed deep within his lover's body.

"Oh…fuck me…" Draco panted as the pair of them calmed down, still joined together in the most intimate of ways. Jasper chuckled deeply,

"I could have sworn I just did…"

Draco would have offered some witty retort had Jasper not begun to carefully pull himself out of his husband's body, letting out a soft hiss instead as the stinging pain in his rear made itself known.

"Did I hurt you?" Jasper asked worriedly, just like he had many times before.

"No, you didn't…" Draco reassured him softly, smiling as Jasper still insisted on checking for any signs of blood despite the fact that he would have been able to smell it if he had managed to hurt Draco. "Jasper, I'm fine. Stretched and a little bit sore but most definitely fine…I promise."

The lack of visible blood was finally enough to reassure his husband that he hadn't been hurt by their love-making and Draco let out a contented sigh as Jasper moved to lie down beside him, relaxing back against the extremely comfortable pillows in a position that was perfect for Draco to snuggle up against his side.

"So…how does it feel to be Draco Malfoy-Whitlock?" Jasper asked softly after a moment of blissful silence, using the hyphenated surname they'd agreed on for the first time - he really like the way it sounded.

"…weird," Draco admitted after a thoughtful pause.

"Good weird or bad weird?"

"Oh good, definitely good," Draco hurriedly assured his husband. "I think it's just…it's just because it happened so much faster than we planned and…and it's only just sinking in. Jasper…we're married!"

Draco broke down into happy giggles, pressing his face into Jaspers shoulder.

"Yes, we are," Jasper agreed softly, with a beautiful smile of his own. "You are my husband, to love and to cherish for the rest of our lives and I promise to devote every moment of my being to your happiness…"

"You sound like a hopeless romantic…"

"That's because I am a hopeless romantic," Jasper confirmed with a deep chuckle of his own, trailing his fingers up and down his husbands spine, a move that sent shivers of pleasure running all over Draco's body. "Now I noticed a note on the dresser earlier on that said that our candlelit dinner on the balcony will be served at 8:00pm which gives us…three-and-a-half hours…"

"Three-and-a-half hours?" Draco mused softly, pushing himself up onto his elbow to smirk down at his vampire. "Whatever will we do to pass the time?"

"Oh, I can think of one or two things…"

…

Draco was sad to see their honeymoon come to an end.

It had been an almost perfect two weeks enjoying each others company and exploring the wonderful place that was Las Vegas…well except for the first three days – those had been spent entirely in their hotel suite!

Draco spent the fourth day shopping while Jasper, avoiding being seen in the sunlight, snuck out of the city and went hunting, feeding off the wild creatures he found in the desert. After meeting up for dinner at one of the restaurants recommended by the hotel the couple decided to try their hand at clubbing. It took Jasper a little while to relax, surrounded by humans gyrating to the pounding beat of the music but Draco was a natural, closing his eyes and pressing himself up against his husband in a dance that was only a fraction away from making out.

Fate it seemed was on the side of the newlyweds as the fifth day had dawned grey and cloudy, an oncoming storm threatening the city. The couple took advantage of the less than pleasant weather and, armed with a couple of umbrellas just in case, spent the day at the Grand Canyon.

Draco could hardly believe how beautiful the place was and got extremely camera happy, Apparating them all around the canyon so that he could capture it from every possible angle including some that had never been attempted before due to the fact that they were incredibly dangerous and often not humanly possible.

Not even the arrival of the thunderstorm could spoil their day and the couple spent almost an hour playing together in the pouring rain, sharing dozens of soaking wet kisses and trying to get each other as wet as possible before returning to the hotel, soaking wet but unbelievably happy.

It also gave them an excuse to spend the night "warming each other up"…

The rain continued for the next three days allowing the couple the chance to go exploring together, taking in the tourist attractions of Nevada before spending their evening visiting some of the hundreds of clubs on the city.

…

By the ninth day of their honeymoon Draco was in desperate need of some pepper-me-up potion and so he suggested a slight change to their plans…

"The Magical Strip? What's that, a…a stripper bar?" Jasper asked looking more than a little embarrassed.

"What? No!" Draco gasped loudly, choking on his morning cup of tea. "It's what they call the magical section of Las Vegas, you know…like Diagon Alley in London and Wizards Street in New York," he explained.

"Oh," Jasper murmured in understanding. "I'm sorry, it just sounds…rude…"

"It's not meant to be rude," Draco told him. "The muggles call a large part of Las Vegas The Strip so when the Wizarding world was searching for a name back in the fifties they stuck with what was already being used."

"And you know this how?"

In answer to Jaspers question he summoned the book he'd found in his suitcase – he was definitely going to have to get something very nice for Alice as a thank you – and handed it over to his husband.

"The Wizards Guide Of Where To Stay," Jasper read the title to himself before opening the book to the page marked with a bright pink post-it note, reading some of the information listed before flicking through the rest of the book. "Huh…" he muttered in surprise. "I had no idea how many magical places there were in the world. Is…Is there anywhere that doesn't have magic?"

"Um…I can't think of anywhere off the top of my head," Draco answered thoughtfully. "You see when the muggles were exploring the wizards just kinda…well saying we tagged along makes it sound rubbish but that's sort of what we did."

"Huh…" Jasper grunted softly. "I had no idea…"

"Well the Wizarding World is meant to be a secret society," Draco pointed out with a slightly teasing smile, kissing his boyfriend on his cold cheek before settling back into the comfortable sofa to finish his cup of tea before it got too cold.

And so after Draco had finished his cup of tea and spent half an hour choosing what to wear (which gave Jasper plenty of time to start reading the book) the couple Apparated into the Magical Strip, arriving in what the signs all around them told them was the Designated Apparating Area.

"Whoa…" Draco mumbled as he took in the sight before him. It was nothing like Diagon Alley, there were no little old shops that had been there for hundreds of years but neither was it like Wizards Street with its unbelievably high buildings, all shiny and new – it looked exactly the same as the rest of Las Vegas only with little bits of magic showing through.

Directly in front of the Designated Apparating Area was an open air café surrounding a clock tower, similar to Big Ben in London only about half the size. According to the signs floating slowly around the clock tower the café was called 'The-Round-The-Clock-Cafe' and offered not only the tastiest burgers in the Magical Strip but also the best chocolate cake.

To their right was the biggest shopping centre Draco had ever seen, the high walls covered with moving posters and signs advertising the hundreds of shops inside Merlin's Magical Mall. Somehow he doubted that they would get all the way round the shopping centre in one day…

It took Draco a good few seconds to realise that the building to their left was in fact a branch of Gringotts – it looked nothing like any other Wizarding Bank he'd ever seen! There wasn't a marble pillar or an oak door in sight, instead it was very modern looking with glass front complete with automatic doors and magical displays floating around the windows.

Inside the Goblins were dressed in smart pin-striped suits and when the doors opened Draco could hear the ethereal music of the 'Black Cats' new album being played around the large room.

"What the…" Draco murmured in confusion – the Goblins of Gringotts, London refused to work in anything but silence and yet here…"Only in Vegas…"

"There's a Tourist Information Centre," Jasper announced suddenly, pointing to the next building along from Gringotts. "Maybe we could get a map or something to help us find our way round," he suggested.

"Good thinking," Draco agreed, slipping his hand into Jaspers as they began to make their way through the crowds towards the dark coloured building. Jasper, ever the gentleman, held the door open for his husband before following him inside.

"Hi. You wouldn't happen to sell a map of this place, would you?" Draco asked the young sales-witch behind the centres first counter. She didn't even look up from her gossip magazine as she answered with a well-rehearsed speech,

"We have three different maps of the magical strip currently for sale. The first costs five sickles and is an ordinary 'figure-it-out-for-yourself' map. The second map costs one galleon and three sickles and is a partially interactive map. Lastly we have our state of the art fully interactive map which costs only four galleons."

"And what exactly do you mean by fully inter–"

"Oh-My-God! That's Draco Malfoy!" the cry came from a young witch getting help at one of the other counters and suddenly all eyes were on him. Great.

"As I was saying, what exactly do you mean by fully interactive?" Draco asked, squeezing Jaspers hand as he tried to ignore the stares. Seriously, how had they heard about him here? Harry he could have understood but him?

"It…It not only shows you your current location but it can also plot specific routes for you should you request it," the sales-witch finally answered before blurting out in a rush, "Are…are you really Draco Malfoy?"

"Um…it depends on why you're asking…" Draco answered hesitantly, remembering the negative reactions he'd received when he'd gone shopping in Wizards Street with Harry. There was no Saviour to defend him now…

"Because…because if you are I'd really like your autograph!" the sales-witch all but squealed, producing a shiny new book from behind her counter and all but shoving it into his hands.

"…what?"

"I'm going to the book signing in New York next month but I would love to get your autograph as well!" the sales-witch explained brightly.

"Again…what?"

"Draco, look at the book," Jasper urged having already studied the cover.

Draco gasped softly as he saw himself on the cover of the book – his last school picture before all hell broke loose. He was smirking of course and wearing that damn suit…he looked every bit the Slytherin Prince.

His picture was one of many that had been collaged together to create the background. Beside him was a picture of the Weasley twins, arms around each others shoulders and goofy smiles on their faces. Above him was an exceptionally bright picture of Luna Lovegood, all bright clashing colours and dreamy smiles.

Bellow was a casual group shot of the Gryffindors from his year – Seamus Finnegan looking as cool and casual as ever with his tie completely undone and his shirt un-tucked. Dean Thomas towering easily over everyone else and grinning like an idiot. Lavender Brown and the Patil twins, Parvati and Padma looking far too sweet and innocent as they giggled behind their hands.

The picture of the Gryffindors took up the bottom right corner of the cover and opposite them in the bottom left corner was a group picture of the Hufflepuffs. It was a more formal picture than that of the Gryffindors, the group of students crowded around their head of house, Professor Sprout, in their very yellow common room. Sitting in the middle of the front row was Susan Bones, her red hair as bright as ever and in her hands she held an old fashioned slate on which was written Hufflepuff 6th Years and the date the photograph was taken.

Between the two very different group shots was a panoramic picture of Cedric Diggory and Cho Chang dancing at the Yule Ball, their movements perfectly time (unlike most of the other dancers around them.)

Up in the top right hand corner was a picture of the Ravenclaws from his year, a picture that had obviously been taken in the library. Of course, Draco mused silently to himself; where else would you find the smartest witches and wizards in the school? Well, almost the smartest witches and wizards – the official titles of smartest student in the school had to go to Hermione, of course.

And then there in the top left hand corner were his friends and housemates. If he wasn't mistaken that was one of Blaise's snapshots from one of the many house parties they'd had in their common room…Pansy looked absolutely tiny trapped between Crabbe and Goyle, obviously trying to get away from their thick headed flirting. Blaise was looking every bit his confident and flirty self with Daphne Greengrass on one arm and Tracy Davis on the other, all three of them laughing at something that had been said – knowing Blaise it had probably been something rude and suggestive. At the edge of the picture stood Theodore Knott, his cleverest friend who could never be convinced to join in with any of their Slytherin activities and Millicent Bulstrode who, as ever, appeared to be the complete opposite of Pansy with her strong build and her tough attitude.

Taking up the space between the top two photos were several shots of students that Draco recognised but couldn't name, some formal, some casual. Underneath the picture of the Slytherins was a cute picture of Ginny Weasley and Neville Longbottom, holding hands as they sat together on the sofa in what Draco assumed to be the Gryffindor Common Room (if the colour scheme was anything to go by – only Gryffindors could live with that much red and gold around them.)

And then right in the centre of the cover, the biggest picture of all of them was a picture of the "Golden Trio" – Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. It had obviously been taken during the aftermath of the Battle of Hogwarts as they were still dressed in their dirty and torn clothes, their wounds were bloody and untended to and their hair, Hermiones especially, was a tangled mess. And yet the three of them couldn't have looked happier, standing together on what was left of the bridge, Hermione in the middle and their arms wrapped tightly around each other as they celebrated being alive after such a terrible day.

"I don't…I don't understand…" Draco mumbled, his eyes finally going to the words embossed on the cover, across the "Golden Trios" legs as a matter of fact. "A School at War; Memoirs of Life at Hogwarts during the Second War with the Dark Lord by Hermione. J. Granger…what?"

"Um…it's a collection of stories from students and teachers who were at Hogwarts during the war with that evil dark lord," the sales-witch explained.

"That evil dark lord…?" Draco repeated slowly, unable to believe that someone would refer to Lord Voldemort so casually and…and dismissively.

"Yeah," the sales-witch nodded, obviously not picking up on his disbelief. "It has loads of bits by Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and the main author Hermione Granger but there's also bits from other people like…um…Neville something and Loony someone-or-other."

"Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood," Draco supplied the names automatically, flipping through the book from back to front until he finally came to rest on the Contents at the front of the book. Apparently it began with an introduction by the author and then had eight chapters, one for each of their years spent at Hogwarts (or not, in the Golden Trios case) and then the last chapter was dedicated to the aftermath of the war. "I dread to think what people have written about me considering that I was one of the most pompous gits in our school…"

"There are a couple of…interesting stories…" the other young witch said coming over to them. "Did you really get turned into ferret and shoved down one of your friend's trousers?"

"Yeah, not one of my finest moments…" Draco muttered.

"And did…did you really try to kill Dumbledore?" the witch asked.

Draco sucked in a sharp breath.

"Yeah…yeah I did," he finally admitted, half expecting someone to hex him then and there. "Or…I was meant to…I didn't, I…I couldn't…"

"That's what it says in the book," the young witch actually looked relieved.

"Who wrote that bit?" Draco asked doubtfully.

"Harry Potter."

"Of course he did," Draco muttered. "So…am I gonna be one of the most hated Wizards on the planet because of this thing?" he asked the two young witches, closing the book shut with a loud thud and shaking it at them.

"No!" they both cried together before the young witch explained rather passionately, "The last chapter explains what really happened to you and your family and other families like yours, how the Dark Lord was so terrifying and so threatening towards the vulnerable members of the family that the more capable members had no choice but to obey him!"

"…oh."

"So…can I have your autograph now?" the sales-witch asked eagerly.

"Uh…yeah, ok," Draco agreed softly.

Letting out a squeal of excitement the sales-witch grabbed a thick marker pen from behind her counter and pressed it into his free hand. Shaking his head at the absurdity of the current situation he turned back to the first page of the book and carefully signed his name with his usual dramatic flare.

"Thank you so much!" the sales-witch squealed happily, snatching the book back off of him and hugging it to her chest as if she were afraid it would disappear.

"So, about that map…?" Draco asked hesitantly.

"Oh! Which one was it you wanted?" the sales-witch asked.

"We'll take one of the fully interactive maps," Jasper answered immediately, pulling his wallet from his pocket. "Do you accept muggle money?"

"Sure, we accept muggle money," the sales-witch answered brightly, putting her copy of the book down briefly so that she could grab one of the maps and hand it over to Draco before picking up her book again. "When converted into muggle money these maps come to $40."

"$40 for a map?" Draco scoffed. "Bit much, don't you think?"

"I think that we'll most likely need it and that it will make a great souvenir when we get home," Jasper answered, pulling his wallet out of his back pocket and calmly took out the money, handing it over to the sales-witch. "Thank you."

"Your welcome!" the sales-witch giggled happily, smiling at the couple. "I hope you enjoy your visit to the Magical Strip!"

"Oh, I'm sure we will," Jasper said, slipping his arm around Draco's waist which caused the sales-witch's eyes to go impossibly wide as she finally made the connection between the two of them. "Come on love, we've got some more exploring to do before our honeymoon is over," Jasper said, unable to stop himself making it perfectly clear to anyone who was listening their reason for being there.

"Sounds like a plan," Draco smiled up at his husband, allowing the old fashioned vampire to lead him out of the tourist information centre and out into the busy streets of the Magical Strip. "So…how about we get a drink at that strange little café over there and have a close look at this map you just spent $40 on?"

Jasper nodded his agreement, leading his husband over to one of the un-occupied tables at the 'The-Round-The-Clock-Café.' Draco handed the map over to Jasper so that he could order himself a Butterbeer and a slice of chocolate cake from the nearest waiter while his husband spread the map over the table.

"We must look like such a pair of grockels," Draco snorted as he and Jasper began to look over the map whilst waiting for Draco's order to arrive.

"A pair of what?" Jasper asked with a surprised smile.

"Grockels," Draco repeated the strange word. "You know, tourists?"

"I can honestly say that I have never heard a tourist referred to as a grockel before," Jasper announced. "Is it some sort of magical slang?"

"Er…no, just British…well, Southern really. I'm pretty sure that there are many other words used to describe tourists but I have always referred to them as grockels thanks to one Harry Potter," Draco explained with a roll of his eyes. "What is keeping my order…Starbucks?" he cut himself off suddenly as he noticed the famous name on the map. "Seriously? Is there anywhere left without a Starbucks?"

"Obviously not."

Draco's order arrived and the young wizard savoured every mouth-watering bite of the chocolate cake (not quite as good as his mother's but still delicious) as the couple decided where to go first. They eventually settled on visiting Merlin's Magical Mall first, exploring the five floors of shops ranging from Wendell's Apothecary, Established 1912 to TopWitch/TopWizard, a very popular clothing shop known for selling 'fashionable clothing for today's young witches and wizards.'

"We're not going to get this done in a day," Draco murmured as they stepped in through the main entrance of the Mall (or shopping centre as the British part of his mind insisted on referring to it.) There were five floors to the Mall with magical elevators and stairs moving from floor to floor, reminding Draco of the Hogwarts staircases. "There must be nearly 500 shops in this place…"

"516 according to the map," Jasper told him. "How about we start at the top and work our way down? If we don't get round everything we can always come back tomorrow. After all, the Magical Strip will still be here."

…

As it turned out the map was a very sensible buy, helping the couple countless times during the rest of their honeymoon – it turned out that it ridiculously easy to get lost in the Magical Strip.

Another good point about the map that the sales-witch had neglected to advertise was that it had a sort of 'screen-saver' which would come on if the map wasn't used for a while and which would display various posters and adverts for not only the shops but a selection of magical tourist attractions in and around the city.

One such attraction was a ghost town out in the desert that they visited on the penultimate day of their honeymoon. Unlike muggle ghost towns this one really was populated entirely by nearly ghosts from various points in the town's history, some of them dating back as far as the town creation. Jasper ended up spending most of their visit chatting with a group of ghosts from the civil war era, swapping stories with ex-soldiers who had made it home and died in peace, with wives who had lost husbands, mothers who had lost sons.

They spent the last few evenings of their honeymoon in the magical clubs, trying not to compare them to their muggle counterparts because it would be an unfair comparison and Draco simply wanted to enjoy the good things about both…like the magical drinks which changed colour as you drank them.

However on the last night of their honeymoon Jasper surprised his husband by producing tickets to see a performance of 'Zumanity', a show which turned out to be more than a little bit erotic and had left them both more than a little bit excited…

Draco gasped as he was pressed against the door of their hotel suite, his trousers suddenly around his knees as his erection was swallowed by his husband. He groaned in pleasure, his head falling back against the door with a thud as he surrendered himself to the pleasure Jasper was giving him. When the vampires cold fingers moved to cup his ball he automatically spread his legs a little farther, inviting more access – and he wasn't disappointed.

Two fingers entered him, probing deep within him. His hips thrust forward of their own accord, his eyes fluttering closed as his fingers slipped into Jasper hair, tugging on the soft blond curls as the vampires head moved back and forth.

"Oh…oh…J-Jasper…m'so close…I'm going to…" Draco groaned loudly before crying out incoherently as he reached his climax, his hands clenching into fists as he clutched at his husbands hair. "Ugh…J-Jasper…" he groaned loudly as the vampires cool fingers continued to move within him, pumping in and out.

"Draco…" Jasper moaned as he leaned back. "Draco…I need you…"

"Please…" Draco agreed instantly, reluctantly letting got of his husband's hair, letting out a whimper of disappointment as Jasper removed his fingers and fluidly got to his feet. "Jasper…"

He suddenly found himself lifted into the air by a strong pair of arms and deposited swiftly on the bed. His clothes were gone in a flash, the fabric tearing in his husbands haste to get full access to his naked skin. Draco decided to take the easy route and, grabbing his wand very briefly from the bedside cabinet, he banished the vampire's clothes from his strong body.

"I want…ngh…I need to be inside you…" Jasper groaned against his lips as the vampire seized them in another passionate kiss, spreading Draco's legs so that he could grind their hips together. "Please…"

"Please…" Draco echoed his plea, mewling loudly when he felt those fingers returning to his hole, stretching him even more in preparation for the pleasure that was about to come. Eventually he could stand it no longer and cried out, "You're not going to hurt me, Jasper, just please – fuck me!"

Jasper hands guided his husband's legs up onto his shoulders and then Draco was crying out as the vampire's cold rod pressed into him deeply. Gripping his husbands hips tight enough to bruise Jasper began to rock back and forth, driving his hard cock against Draco's prostate again and again.

"Yes!" Draco cried out loudly, his cries soon becoming all but incoherent as his husband dragged his body towards what was obviously going to be a rather mind blowing orgasm. Reaching down he placed a hand on his neglected cock, stroking himself in time with Jaspers powerful strokes. "J-Jasper…oh…oh…yes…"

"Cum for me, Draco…cum for me, my love…" Jasper panted somewhere near his ear and that was all it took for Draco to reach his peak, his eyes rolling back into his head as his body arched off of the bed, towards his husband. His seed managed to hit them both in the chest, pressed together as they were.

Only moments later he heard Jasper growl deep in his throat, heard the tearing of fabric as the vampire gave in to his natural instincts and bit through the bedding as he found his own completion deep with Draco's hot body.

Panting deeply the couple clung to one another, basking in the afterglow of their passionate lovemaking, still joined together in the most intimate of ways.

Eventually they were forced to separate, Jasper disappearing into the en suite bathroom briefly to fetch a damp cloth while Draco snuggled into the pillows, content to relish in the blissful ache spreading across his well loved body.

"Home tomorrow…" he murmured sadly once Jasper had gently cleaned them both off and returned the damp cloth to the bathroom. He let out a deep sigh as Jasper returned to the bed, lying down beside him and pulling the satiated wizard into his arms. "I can't believe it's over already."

"It's only the honeymoon," Jasper murmured softly, trailing his fingers up and down Draco's bare back. "We will have eternity to spend together."

"Mmm…sounds nice…" Draco murmured, fighting back a yawn as he snuggled closer to his husband. "Love you…"

"And I you…" Jasper murmured, pressing a kiss to his husband's forehead as he reached down and drew the covers over them. "Sweet dreams, my love."

…

Draco was woken by the sounds of the grandfather clock in the hallway, a family heirloom older than he could remember, chiming loudly.

Sitting up he moved the ivory sheets off his legs and rose, feeling like he was stuck in slow motion as he went over to the old fashioned wardrobe.

The white clothes inside were all identical and it didn't take him long to dress in a long sleeved white shirt, white skinny jeans and white socks.

Kneeling down on the plush white carpet he searched around the bottom of his wardrobe for his boots, eventually finding them and pulling them onto his feet.

Fully dressed he rose and headed over to the dressing table to sort out his hair…only to stop suddenly in shock, staring at himself in shock.

His previously white clothes were splattered with blood, the vivid red liquid seeping into the fabric and spreading before his eyes.

From the corner of his mouth a single red rivulet of blood dripped down his chin and even more blood dripped from his shaking hands.

But it wasn't the blood that was the most shocking thing he saw in his reflection, it wasn't the blood that he couldn't tear his gaze away from – it was the swollen belly barely concealed beneath the blood-stained shirt.

"What…?" he gasped, finally looking down at his stomach rather than at his reflection – his very round stomach.

Tentatively he pressed one blood stained hand to the swollen bump and gasped in shock as the thing…as the baby inside of him reacted to the light pressure, moving within him and even pressing out against him.

"Oh fu–"

…

Draco woke with a strangled gasp, bolting upright in the bed as his shaking hands clutched at his stomach…his flat stomach. It was a dream…it was just a dream, he reassure himself silently.

He found himself filled with an odd combination of relief and regret as he stared down at his un-pregnant stomach. Being pregnant…having a child growing within him would be…it would be scarier than anything he'd ever experienced but it would also be the most wonderful thing he'd ever done, to have created a new life.

"Draco? What's wrong?" Jasper asked, rushing over from where he'd been reading on the balcony, his gentle hands resting over Draco's as the wizard continued to clutch at his stomach. "Are you sick? Should I call Carlisle?"

"No," Draco shook his head. "I just had a really, really weird dream. I'm fine."

"Oh," Jasper sighed with relief. "What was the dream about?"

"Nothing really," Draco mumbled, not wanting to share his odd dream with his husband for fear of upsetting him – after all while it was perfectly plausible for Draco to fall pregnant it was definitely not possible for Jasper to be the father because technically he was dead. "It was just…weird."

"Ok. I'm here if you decide you want to talk about it," Jasper said, brushing Draco's hair back off of his forehead. He could feel Draco's emotions as if they were his own – happiness, confusion, worry, longing…

"I know you are," Draco said with a smile, leaning into the loving touch willingly offered by his husband. "What time is it?"

"Half-five," Jasper answered.

"Ugh…too early…" Draco groaned.

Jasper chuckled, gently rearranging the pair of them so that his back was resting against the beds comfortable headboard and Draco was snuggled up to his side, using his stomach as a pillow.

"Go back to sleep," Jasper ordered softly, his fingers stroking Draco's hair soothingly. "We don't have to leave till midday."

"Kay," Draco sighed happily, rubbing his face against his husband's soft shirt to get comfortable. "Love you."

"Love you too, Draco.

A/N OMG! How long did this take me? I can only apologise and hope that my first attempt at the "naughty bits" was worth the wait. My life has been even more hectic than usual and my writing time has been practically zero lately, thanks to the fact that I am a glutton for punishment and have appeared in three separate shows within the last month and a bit (the third of which is actually this weekend) whilst also attending Sea Cadets two to three nights a week and doing overtime at work for the run up to Christmas.

A/N 2 Wasn't the movie great? I'm embarrassed to admit that I sent the entire film expecting things to happen and then having to remind myself that no, that would not be happening as that was in my head and would be appearing only in OLAL. LOL!

A/N 3 Comments and suggestions are most definitely welcome.

IMPORTANT A/N – PLEASE BE AWARE THAT I WILL BE USING QUOTES FROM BOTH THE BOOKS AND FILMS OF ‘THE TWILIGHT SAGA’ BY STEPHANIE MEYER.
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