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The Rise of the Drackens	By : StarLightMassacre Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 769456 -:- Recommendations : 71 -:- Currently Reading : 219
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A/N: For Jenny, one of the Facebookers. Happy birthday, lovelie! I hope you enjoy your gift.

Last Time
This could not keep happening, not while he was the one who had to mop Harry up and keep healing his injuries afterwards. It was disgusting sometimes, seeing the damage that dominant Drackens could and did do to their own submissives and their children. He wouldn’t see the same happen to Harry, he was going to nip this in the bud, here and now, before it ever reached that point. Hopefully, after all of this, those dominants would never raise a hand to Harry ever again and they would never cause him such distress as to give him a full blown panic attack either. He had done the right thing, this situation could not be allowed to continue and now, it wouldn’t continue, he had prevented that and everything was going to turn out just fine, of that he truly believed.
Chapter One Hundred-Five – Waiting Games

Myron Maddison was not often left speechless, his mate and Husband, Richard, certainly wasn’t used to not having something to say, but truly, what could they say here, in this situation, when they’d just been told that their son was under investigation by the Elders for cruelty and mistreatment of his submissive mate.

“Surely you’re mistaken.” Richard said desperately, his voice strained and wobbly because of his emotions playing havoc with his scar tissue. “Max would never harm Harry! Never!”

“Harry has been injured yet again.” The Head of the Dracken Counsel himself, ancient Anthanaric Vipond, said seriously. “He is once again in the Healing Halls and we cannot allow this to keep happening, you know that. Harry, the poor boy, has a very bad concussion following a panic attack that was the direct result of his dominant mates’ actions. One of our Healers rightly invoked the Submissive Protection Act and thus Harry and the children were removed from that environment.”

“I can’t…I can’t even believe it, so soon after that belly wound.” Richard said softly. “They know what Harry has already been through!”

“We had hoped that you could explain to your Maximilius exactly how serious this is, before the assessment is conducted, so that he has a better chance of passing it. None of us at the Halls want to see a mateship pulled apart if there is an option of reconciliation.”

Myron clenched his fist and he sucked in a huge breath. “You know that I will take him to hand.” He said gravely.

“See that you do, Myron. Another instance like this and Harry could be permanently removed or your son could be executed.”

Myron heard Richard suck in a sharp breath and he offered his hand to support him.

“We will deal with this.” Myron said firmly.

“I must go and inform Aneirin and Marianna. Though as I’m told that her Blaise was not directly involved in either instances of Harry being harmed, then I shouldn’t imagine him being separated from his submissive or children for long.”

Myron saw Elder Vipond to the floo on automatic and after the goodbyes, he turned to Richard with a face of thunder.

“I’ll kill him.” He swore. “I’ll kill that boy myself, Richard!”

“Get in line.” Richard growled. “Working on Harry’s case, going through the court case with him and now on his behalf, hearing those people speak of him as they are, like he’s some sort of mentally subnormal delinquent. You haven’t had to sit there and listen to these people, you haven’t seen the pictures that I have, Myron. You haven’t seen the injuries they gave to that poor boy, the pictures of his scars and injuries, the st…state of his living conditions.” Richard broke off of a sob. “Our own son is abusing an already abused boy. I can’t…what did we do wrong? First Ashleigh, now Max…did we fail at everything?”

Myron strode forward and pulled Richard into his arms, soothing his mate and stroking his back as Richard covered his mouth and nose with a hand and cried into his chest, Richard’s other hand was wrapped around him, holding him desperately.
Myron clutched his mate to his body tightly and offered him silent, calm comfort as Richard cried out the emotions that he was feeling, stroking his hair as he did so and all the while his heart was breaking.

“I need to see him.” Richard said once he’d calmed down.

“I don’t think either of us are in a state to confront Max at the moment, my love.” Myron rumbled. “Give it an hour.”

“Not him.” Richard snapped. “Harry.”

Myron paused for a moment and then he nodded. “Yes, let’s go and make sure that he and the children are alright.”

Richard pushed away from him, wiped his sleeve over his face, before he hurried to the fireplace and took a pinch of floo powder. Myron followed him through and they met a very red faced Aneirin, who was pacing the waiting room.

“What’s the word?”

“They’re just finishing off a very broad diagnostic spell, I think they’re looking for more signs of mistreatment.” Aneirin said angrily. “When I get my hands on Nasta…” He trailed off.

It was a very tense, emotional wait for the Healers to finish up and then they were allowed to see Harry, who was tucked up to his chin, very pale and small looking in the big double bed.
Aneirin picked up one tiny hand and closed his eyes and Richard touched the tufts of hair at the front of Harry’s head.

“Where are the children?” Myron asked.

“Through here, they’re sleeping too.” Healer Moore told him, pointing to a door beside him. They had been denied unsupervised access to Harry, as they were not biologically related to him.

Myron went through the door, being quiet so that he didn’t wake them, into the dim room beyond. There were three night lights, one on each wall, so that the cots could be easily seen.
Myron critically checked on each of his grandchildren and, naturally, Tegan woke up, sensing that someone new was near her, or perhaps because this was not her own cot, was not her mattress and she didn’t have her little penguin with her.

“Ganda.” She said as she rubbed her eyes before peering up at him with those big, hazel-gold eyes.

“Shh, sweetheart.” He said softly. “Go back to sleep.”

“Pengy.” She said, looking around…she was awake because her penguin wasn’t with her.

“Let’s go and find it, I’m sure it would have been brought with you.”

He picked her up and she snuggled into his shoulder sleepily, her tiny fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck as she sung to herself softly. She was very tired, but she needed her penguin to sleep.

“Aneirin.” He called out softly. “Is Tegan’s penguin in that bag?” He asked, nodding to the familiar nappy bag that had been placed beside Harry’s bed.

Aneirin, turning and seeing Tegan on his shoulder, hunched down and looked through the bag. He stood up with the toy in his hands.

“Here you go, sweetheart.” Aneirin said as he tucked the penguin under Tegan’s chin, making sure that her hand had wrapped around it.

“Ta, ganda.” She replied and Aneirin smiled softly at her, bending forward to kiss her soft, sleep creased cheek.

“Are they all alright?” Richard asked, still touching the sleeping Harry.

“Perfectly fine. They’re all asleep, but Tegan wanted her penguin.” He answered as he carried her back into the nursery.

He pulled Tegan from his shoulder and held her flat between both of his hands and he laid her gently into her cot, making sure her penguin was tucked up tight to her chin so that she could feel and smell it and he tucked the light blanket over her hips.

“Go to sleep now, sweetheart.” He said softly.

“Ganda.” She said softly, her eyes dropping to half-mast.

“Everything’s going to be fine.” He insisted to her as she dropped off to sleep slowly, yawning with her tiny mouth and chewing on air as she wriggled around. “Just go to sleep now baby girl.”

He murmured to her softly, gently, as she drifted off, until he was sure that she was sleeping. He checked on the other children once more, made sure that Leolin was still perfectly on his back, before he went back to his mate and to Harry.

“How is he?”

“Badly concussed.” Aneirin answered. “But nothing else showed up on any of the diagnostic scans.”

“He’ll be fine?”

“Just fine.” Healer Moore answered. “We cannot keep doing this, however. Harry cannot keep being hurt in such a way. Accidents do happen, we understand this, but that belly wound was not an accident, this concussion was not an accident. It needs to be sorted.”

Myron sucked in a huge breath. “I am calm enough to deal with them now.”

“I’m going to kill him.” Richard swore as he petted Harry’s hair still.

“Perhaps you should stay here.” Myron offered. The look that his mate gave him could have buried him six feet under if he were any lesser man.

“I’m not staying here while that boy has done this to our son, Myron!”

Myron nodded. “Come on then. Let us go and tell him exactly what he’s done wrong.”

Aneirin fell in beside them and Myron took a huge breath before he flooed over to the boys’ new house…the one that was supposed to mark a new start and a line in the sand, where the past stayed in the past. Instead they had dragged the past and all the pain and hurt with them to this new house and it had been tainted already, in just a few weeks of them starting to live here.
Richard flooed in behind him, and Aneirin behind Richard, but they didn’t need to go searching, they found Max immediately, he was curled up in a ball on the living room floor, crying.

“Get up.” Myron ordered him furiously.

“They’ve taken…”

“We know.” Myron interrupted. “And they were right to take him from you! What is even going through your head?”

“It was a misun…”

“If you say one more word I’m going to punch you in the head.” Richard growled. “How can you possibly misunderstand a panic attack that ended with a concussion? How do you miss the signs of it happening? He was in so much distress, he was panicking so much that he passed out in front of you! Why didn’t you stop and calm him down?!”

Max didn’t answer and Myron’s fists clenched tight.

“You never distress your own submissive to such an extent. There is no excuse for what you’ve done. I have never been more ashamed of you, Maximilius.”

Max’s head dropped as he looked to the floor and his shoulders shook as he started crying again.

“There’s no use crying over it.” Myron told him dispassionately. “Your submissive mate is once again lying, unresponsive in a hospital bed. Did you boys not learn from his stomach wound? The one that he’s still not fully recovered from? How can you even attempt to justify harming him again?”

“It was an acci…”

“It was not an accident!” Richard cut in harshly. “An accident would have been him tripping over the rug and hitting his head. No! You and Nasta distressed him so much between you that he was panicking so hard that he couldn’t breathe and he blacked out! Do you even remember what that boy has already been through? Do you remember that I am representing him in a court of law for one of the most disgusting and serious cases of child abuse that I’ve ever had to deal with in my entire professional career? You disgust me!”

Max started crying in earnest then, great, wracking sobs that tested the both of them, but Myron took Richard’s hand and squeezed it. This was for Harry, their youngest son, who didn’t deserve to be treated in such a way. They needed to get these boys to see that what they’d done was not an accident, that it was not a one off or anything else that they tried to claim. It had been a direct result of their behaviour and it was absolutely not acceptable. It would not be tolerated and it would stop, here, today.

“Stop crying and stand up!” Myron demanded over the noise from next door, as Aneirin took Nasta to hand.

Max ignored him, so he strode forward and dragged his oldest son to his feet.

“You have hospitalised your own submissive.” He hissed. “That blame is on you and Nasta. You need to do better than this if you have any hope of keeping him! He will be taken from you permanently, Max. Is that what you want? To have your mate taken from you, to leave your family with the shame of your actions as you’re executed, leaving Harry widowed and his children Fatherless?”

“Of course I don’t want that!” Max cried out.

“Where is Blaise?” Richard interrupted harshly.

“He had nothing to do with this, he was sleeping up…”

“Did I say that he had anything to do with this? Where is he?” Richard demanded.

“In the kitchen.” Max said miserably.

Richard left the room and he left Max to Myron as he went to see how the injured man was doing. If any of those boys needed support at the moment, it would be Blaise. He found Blaise slumped on the table, crying silently into his arms.

“Blaise.” Richard sat beside him and pulled him into his arms.

“I didn’t even know.” He cried. “I was sleep…sleeping and I still can’t see them.”

“It seems unfair, but it’s a security measure to ensure that the submissive is fully protected at all times.” Richard explained. “You have done nothing wrong, so you should be back with him quickly, as soon as your assessment has been completed.”

“I just…I trusted Max and Nasta to look after him while I slept off a headache, I didn’t even know what was happening.”

“You’re still recovering, Blaise.” Richard told him. “You needed the rest and you should have absolutely been able to trust that Max and Nasta would look after Harry and the kids while you did so. The fault lies with them, not with you.”

“Then why do I feel so guilty?” Blaise demanded.

“Because you are focusing too much on what could have happened if you’d been awake and present at the time. Put it behind you, there is no use in thinking of such things, Blaise. It didn’t happen that way and you have no idea if it would have helped or not. Think to the future now, on when you get Harry back.”

“What if we don’t?”

“Of course you will.” Richard said kindly. “You’ve done nothing wrong and no one truly believes that any of you are hurting him purposefully. This is just the Counsel making a point. This cannot keep happening, but on both occasions, you were not involved, Blaise. They can’t penalise you for something that you haven’t done.”

“Have you seen Harry? Is he okay?”

“He’s unconscious, but the Healers have done all the relevant tests and he’s going to be alright, Blaise.”

“Thank Merlin.” The young man breathed out in relief.

“Where is my son?! If you’ve harmed him again too…!” Came the very loud, explosive shout from Marianna Lychorinda in the other room.

“Madre.” Blaise called out, a moment later Marianna was in the kitchen and speaking rapid, angry French to her son.

Richard left them to it, as he couldn’t understand them, and instead he went into the family room to check that Aneirin was laying into Nasta. He wasn’t anymore, but he had done, he could already tell that from the browbeaten look on Nasta’s face.

“How is Blaise?” Aneirin asked him.

“He’s feeling guilty. He believes that if he hadn’t taken the rest that he needed to recover, then he could have stopped Harry from panicking and passing out.”

Nasta looked away, his already buckled shoulders slumping further. Aneirin had well and truly laid into him and he hadn’t needed to resort to shouting in order to do so.
Max came in seeking comfort and Richard swallowed as his son went right to Nasta and held the other man like the kids held their teddies. That had once been him in Nasta’s place, comforting his son and soothing him, telling him that everything was going to be alright.
He took a breath as Nasta wrapped his arms tight around Max and murmured to him softly, their faces nuzzling together.

“Where is your Father?” Richard asked, less harshly now that they’d gotten the both of them to understand the seriousness of what they’d done and what the consequences of what they’d done could be if they carried on.

“He’s…he’s gone to tell granddad.” Max said in a defeated tone.

Richard sighed. Alexander Maddison had advocated the protection of submissives and he had strived for it his entire life, pushing forward laws and outlining the need for there to be more safety during all meetings of Drackens, including the yearly meeting in May. He had written proposals, debated with the Counsel about the need for his laws to be passed, he had campaigned tirelessly, exhausting himself until he had achieved what he’d set out to, adding measures to protect both submissives and dominants during mate meetings, setting up the Dracken guards, where mated dominants would volunteer to protect unmated submissives and ultimately he’d set up the Submissive Protection Act, which was now a very fundamental part of their society…Alexander Maddison had meticulously written and campaigned hard for the inclusion of his Submissive Protection Act to become law and it had become so with overwhelming support in nineteen-fifty, the very same act that Harry had been removed under, from the care of his very own grandson.
Myron had reformed the Submissive Protection Act that his Father had passed into law in nineteen-eighty-seven to make it even harder for dominants to abuse their submissives, and again, his own son had been found in breach of this act, this very important, fundamental law of their society. If Max was found guilty and Harry was removed from his care indefinitely, it would make a complete mockery of all the safeguards that the Maddison family had made over the decades, it would undermine Alexander’s life’s work in supporting submissive protection.

“Where are you?” Alexander’s furious voice cut through the almost silent house.

Max swallowed and steeled himself. “In here, granddad.” He called out.

Alexander wrenched open the double doors and strode into the family room. He was starkly pale, but with two high spots of colour on his cheeks. His dark grey eyes looked almost as black as Myron’s in his anger.

“You tell me, right now, that Myron is mistaken.” He hissed, as furious as Richard had ever seen him before in his life. “Tell me that Harry was not removed from this house, from your care, under the very same protection act that I campaigned my entire life to have written into law!”

“It’s true.” Max said, and Richard had to hand it to him, at least he was owning up to what he’d done. He wasn’t sure if he were facing Alexander Maddison at the moment, while that furious gaze was directed at him, that he’d even be able to speak.

“If I was any sort of violent man…” Alexander hissed, trailing off and that he’d even threatened it was enough to shock Richard.

“I’m sorry, grand…”

“My entire life I’ve spent trying to make this society safer for submissive Drackens.” Alexander cut in. “My entire life’s work has been about protecting those who weren’t able to do so for themselves, those who were open to perfectly legal abuse and mistreatment by those who were meant to love them the most, and my own grandson is mistreating his submissive mate! How could you, Maximilius? How could you find it within yourself to harm that poor boy?”

“It wasn’t purposeful.” Max insisted.

“That does not make it better or alright for you to do.” Alexander snapped. “That you didn’t even realise that you were abusing him makes it worse! That you can treat him so appallingly and not realise that its mistreatment makes me feel sick!”

“You will be going for therapy.” Myron said sternly, from his Father’s shoulder. “All of you. It’s a requirement of your assessments anyway, but you will be having private therapy too. This will never, never, happen again. Am I clear?”

Max and Nasta just nodded. They’d been talking about seeking therapy after Harry had been removed from their care. This couldn’t carry on, they knew it. Nasta had known that Max needed help dealing with his guilt from the fight, now he knew that he should have gotten straight on that and gotten Max settled much sooner. Blaise would need therapy to help him get over the shock of finding out that he’d died, that one of his own mates had actually killed him. Now he knew without a doubt that all of them, even himself, needed therapy after the fight that had started all of this.

“We were talking about seeking therapy before.” Max said softly. “Before today even, but now, it needs to be done. I can’t…I need them back. I love him so much, I just can’t believe this has happened.”

“Well it has and once again poor Blaise is being dragged along for the ride, tarred with the same brush as you both.” Alexander said.

“Where is Harry going to stay?” Nasta asked.

“He’s staying with me.” Alexander said. “You will not see him. I will not allow it and I will not break the laws that I wrote just to make an exception for you. He will be staying under my care and you will not see him until you have fully passed your assessments.”

Max and Nasta nodded. “Can we request that Blaise goes for his assessment first? He doesn’t deserve to be apart from Harry and the kids when he hasn’t done anything wrong.”

“I will put forward my thoughts on the matter.” Alexander said. “But the Counsel can do as they wish under these circumstances, Harry is now under their care and their protection, they will decide what to do next.”

Max swallowed and Nasta held him tighter, taking comfort for himself from giving comfort to Max.

“I need to go and set the bedroom up for Harry. I’ll send Oliver and Keanu over to pick up what the little ones need, do not hinder them. Pack what Harry will need for a few days too, clothes, underwear, toiletries and such.”

Alexander said no more, he turned, still pale with fury, and he left.

“I have nothing more to say to you.” Myron said, turning and striding off himself.

Richard sighed and he shook his head. “You boys have a lot of making up to do. What you’ve done is unacceptable and none of us would have ever expected it from you. I would suggest calling your friends and explaining to them what has happened before they hear from others that you’ve had your submissive mate and your children removed from your care for allegations of abuse. This will get out to the public sooner rather than later and it would be better if you got your side of events across first.”

Richard left himself, with nothing more to say. He was so angry with Max for this, but he needed to turn his attentions to his own mate, to Myron, who was going to be smarting from this.
He flooed back to their home and he found Myron pacing in tight, angry circles, his teeth gritted, his fists clenched and a vein throbbing at his left temple.

“We need to tell Ashleigh.” Richard said softly.

Myron didn’t break his stride. “Not just yet. Tomorrow. We’ll go and visit her tomorrow. I’m far too angry at the moment and I don’t want her to think, for even a moment, that she is to blame for that anger. It could set back her progress.”

Richard nodded and he stood, watching Myron as he tried to work out his anger. His top dominant stopped, shook his head and he moved then. Richard followed him, with a leaden heart, to their small home gym. Myron was very angry if he felt the need to work out his anger by punishing his own body.
He sat on one of the weight benches and watched his mate as Myron tugged off his outer robes, all but tore the tie from his throat and undid his shirt while simultaneously kicking off his shoes.
He was still a glorious sight to behold and Richard felt a tingle of arousal as Myron, naked from the waist up, bent down and sorted out the weights on the bar in angry movements. Richard wetted his lips as he saw Myron adding some serious amount of weight to the bar.
His mate started out slowly, taking the bar to his hips, to his chest, then up and over his head, before taking the bar back to his chest, back to his hips and to the floor. He repeated this slowly, carefully, before he found his rhythm and he started taking the bar up faster, pushing the weight above his head and holding before taking it back down, quicker and quicker, the sweat sluicing down his neck and chest and Richard knew that it would also be flowing down his back too.
Myron started slowing down and Richard knew that he was warming down and then, with a final lift, Myron brought the bar down to his chest, down to his hips and then down to the floor and he stood back up without it, stretching his warm muscles, becoming lithe and flexible and Richard couldn’t help himself as he stood and approached his mate and Husband, reaching up to link his arms around his neck, pressing the full length of his body against Myron’s.

“Really, Richard?” Myron grumbled. “After all that has happened today?”

“You know that watching you always arouses me, My. Seeing you all sweaty and warm, your big muscles bulging…I need you.” He whispered into Myron’s ear. “Don’t leave me wanting.”

“I never do.” Myron growled, placing those huge hands on either side of his ribcage, near his armpits, and picking him up. Richard automatically wrapped his legs around Myron’s hips, grinning happily at getting his own way.

“No, this could be what we need, my love.” Richard said.

Myron hummed consideringly. “Perhaps it is, I’ve always felt better after I’ve taken care of you.”

“So take care of me then.” Richard grinned.

He was surprised when he was tipped backwards and his back hit the bench that he’d been sat on.

“Here?” He asked with a frown.

“Why not here?” Myron smirked.

“And you call me the kinky one.”

Myron snorted. “You are the kinky one, Richard.”

“You love that I’m kinky, Myron, don’t even try to deny it.”

“I wasn’t going to.” Myron said before diving down, on top of Richard, and kissing him hard. “I love that you can keep up with me.”

Richard made himself look affronted. “What was that old man?” He demanded. “I need to keep up with you? Oh no, you need to work to keep up with me, that’s why we have this home gym in the first place.”

Myron laughed then and bent down to kiss Richard again, before pulling back and smiling down at his lover. He took his time unbuckling Richard’s trousers and pulling them down his legs, leaving his mate bare from the waist down.

“Don’t take yours off, just open them.” Richard said, his breath coming faster.

Myron groaned and he did as he’d been asked, just opening his belt, popping his button and pulling down his fly. He pulled himself free and gave himself a solid couple of strokes as he looked down at Richard, who was grinning at him like the little shit that he was.
He kissed Richard, pulling back only when they needed air, to pant heavily over his mouth before pressing their mouths back together. He didn’t give Richard even a moment to recover as he repeatedly kissed him, taking all the air from Richard’s lungs. He loved doing that to his mate.
He had to make do with conjured lube, thankful that he could do that spell non-verbally. Practice really did make perfect.
He played with the entrance to Richard’s body, wetting him with the lube, smirking to himself as he listened to Richard. His mate had always been a very verbal person, if ever Richard wasn’t vocal, he knew that something was wrong or had upset him, nothing good ever came from Richard silently brooding.

“Fuck! Merlin! Stop doing that!” Richard cursed. Myron gave him a sharp slap for his language…it only made Richard moan loudly. “You can do that again, though.”

Myron snorted and smiled down at one of the loves of his life…if only Ashleigh were here with them, but hopefully, very soon, she would be here with them and then he could go back to wrangling in the both of them. He’d never before thought that he would miss chasing after the two of them as they ran around naked, teasing him and tag teaming him until he’d finally catch them both, fling the both of them over each shoulder and run up the stairs with them to the bedroom.
He used to grumble about chasing them all over the house and the garden, about the little games that they played with him whenever he said aloud his desire for sex and they’d immediately make him work for it as he’d be chasing them for an hour just to get them to the bedroom…their record was three hours and seventeen minutes.
Now that Ashleigh was gone, in a live-in rehab centre, he missed their ridiculous games and he almost wished that Richard had run off with a cheeky comment about catching him first, but he understood why he would only play that game with Ashleigh here too. His two mates fed from one another, giggling and cheering the other on as they wound him up and tested him to his limit. He loved them all the more for it.

“Myron, please!” His mate begged.

He smirked down at the flushed form of Richard, almost trapped in his own button down shirt as he had wriggled and writhed around so much on the, rather slim, weight bench.

“What do you want, Richard?” He said with a grin.

“You know what I want you teasing bastard!” Richard groaned.

The sharp slap made his mate gasp and then moan.

“Fucking evil, slimy…”

Myron slapped him again, knowing well by now what Richard liked and wanted. Richard moaned loudly.

“Please.” He begged again, desperately.

The scar tissue on his throat distorted the plea and Myron eased off slightly, visually checking Richard’s breathing while he caressed his mate’s body.

“I’m okay.” Richard insisted with a smile. “It tightened for a moment and then loosened again.”

Myron nodded, trusting Richard’s word, before he went back to kissing down Richard’s belly.

“Please tell me you’re going to give me an amazing blow job.” Richard said. Myron could hear the grin in his voice.

“Ashleigh is always the best at it.” Myron said.

“Yeah, but you can take me all the way and she can’t…I want you to swallow me.”

“You’re getting bossy now.”

“So?” Richard laughed. “Get your mouth on me.”

Myron held back a laugh and instead he controlled it into a smirk as he did as he had been ordered to do. He took a deep breath and he took Richard all the way down his throat, swallowing around him and holding back his automatic reflex to gag and remove the obstruction in his throat.
He pulled back slowly, controlling the urge to empty his throat quickly and gasp in air. He took a moment’s pause to inhale deeply once more before he slid his mouth back over Richard and once again held him in his throat.
He got his rhythm and once established, he moved his hands to play with the entrance to Richard’s body, using the non-verbal spell to coat his fingers once again in lube. He’d have preferred a bottle of the stuff, but it was upstairs. The conjured lube never lasted as long and it wasn’t as good in his opinion, but it would work in a pinch.
He pulled off of Richard slowly and he caught his breath back as he finished opening Richard up, listening happily to his groans and mutterings of pleasure. One hand reached down and wound into his hair, tugging hard, but Myron ignored it.

“Myron.” Richard whined at him. “Myron, now. Fuck me now.”

Myron gave Richard another slap for his language and the muscles around his fingers clenched hard for a moment in response as Richard moaned loudly.
Standing up, Myron removed his fingers slowly, one at a time and Richard made a soft sound of anticipation. He almost considered getting up and walking out of the room, just to see Richard’s face and hear his shouts, but he made the mistake of looking down at that beautiful, flushed body, into those wide, glassy chocolate eyes and he couldn’t find the strength to walk away from him.
Resting the slightest of his weight on Richard’s hips, he straddled the bench, and Richard’s body and found his balance before shifting back and hooking Richard’s thighs over his elbows.

“Oh!” Richard moaned in anticipation, relaxing his body so that he had an easier time of positioning his subordinate mate where he wanted him.

“Hurry up!” Richard demanded and Myron couldn’t help chuckling at him.

“Alright, my love. Give me a moment to line up with you.”

“Hurry up!” Richard said through gritted teeth.

“I would have an easier time of it if you stayed still!” Myron told him, clamping Richard’s thighs to his own shoulders with his arms in an effort to keep him from wriggling about.

He finally managed to push himself into Richard and he took a moment to savour the large exhale of air that was forced out of Richard’s body. His mate curled up his body and locked his arms around his neck, holding on tight and panting into his ear. Myron loved it when Richard or Ashleigh did that and they both knew it.
He stayed, settled within Richard’s body for long minutes, letting his mate relearn how to breathe, letting him calm himself back down as his handsome Husband panted into his ear, moaning at every slight shift and whimpering his name, then he started slowly easing himself back out of that tight, hot clench of muscles and it caught his own breath as Richard groaned louder.

“Faster, My. More.” Richard urged him, trying to control him by pulling him with his arms and legs…not that he could, but that never stopped Richard from trying.

“Are you trying to tell me what to do, my love?” He asked with a grin.

“Yes!” Richard cried out.

Myron chuckled. “You want me to go faster? Harder?” He questioned.

“Yes, damn it! Stop your fucking teasing.”

Myron didn’t slap him for swearing this time, instead he surged forward in a hard, almost brutal thrust and threw back Richard’s head and had his blunt nails digging into his shoulders.

“Yes! Like that.” Richard said.

Myron bent his head and he kept up the brutal pace, slamming his hips forward into Richard’s body and listening to the scream of pleasure it garnered him. He loved it when Richard was in this sort of mood, not that he didn’t also love slowly teasing his mates to pieces over three or four hours, he did, it was just that he really loved it fast and rough, particularly if he was in a bad mood. Richard loved it the best when he was angry or wound up too. He had often wound him up on purpose, just to get rough sex, though all he truly had to do was just ask, as he’d done today.

“Myron, come on, I need…”

Myron answered with a harder thrust and Richard’s voice cut out on a loud moan. It was a good thing they didn’t have neighbours…or any children to overhear them. Not any more, not that that stopped any of them from teasing their children.
Myron’s breathing stuttered and the warm coil in his gut tightened and he pushed harder and faster into Richard, losing a bit of his technique as his orgasm built inside him.

“Myron!” Richard screamed out as he orgasmed and Myron let himself go with Richard, thankful that his mate and Husband had not tried to hold back as he usually did. If it was one thing that he absolutely hated, it was getting his pleasure before Richard or Ashleigh. They knew that too and they often tried to outlast him, using little tricks to try and get him over the edge first. He never indulged that game of theirs if he could help it. He hated it.

Myron grunted and he stopped all movement, lying on Richard and hugging him tightly. He turned his head so that he could kiss Richard and hold him as they both came down from their high.

“Are you okay?” Myron asked him.

“Much better.” Richard said with a dopey smile.

Myron chuckled and he pulled out of Richard slowly and carefully, uncoupling them as he lifted himself up from the bench.

--- X “Let’s get you cleaned up, my love.” Myron said as he picked Richard up and carried him out of their home gym and up the stairs to their Master bedroom.

“I love you.”

“I love you, Richard.” Myron answered, placing his mate and Husband down on the bed gently before going into the en suite bathroom to clean himself off before taking a damp cloth back into the bedroom to clean off Richard.

“Will everything be okay, Myron?” Richard asked him.

Myron sighed. “I’ll make it so, Richard. I can’t even speak to Max at the moment, but we’ll make this right. I’ll personally make those boys go to therapy if needed. I will not allow this to ever happen again.”

“When I think of Harry in that hospital bed, knowing that Max put him there…it makes me feel sick, Myron.”

“You and me both.” Myron insisted. “We’ll take a few days to calm down, see Harry and the kids alright, and then we’ll take Max to hand. We all know that those boys will pass their assessments, it’s just ensuring that they don’t brush this incident off because they have passed. There will be punishment, to ensure that they receive the lesson that they need to learn from this, so that it never happens again.”

Richard nodded. “Come and lie with me for a bit. I just need…I need a cuddle for a bit. Then we need to go and see Ashleigh.”

Myron sighed and he nodded, climbing naked onto the bed and wrapping Richard up in his big arms.

“Just rest for a bit, Richard. Everything will be alright. We’ll make it so. Those boys will not get away with this and Harry will never again be harmed by their actions.”

Richard nodded in his arms and cuddled in tight to him. Myron just held him and stroked his hair as Richard drifted off to sleep in his arms. Richard was always tired after a bit of rough sex.
Myron slipped his mate from his arms and covered him over, getting out of the bed and dressing himself in clean clothes. He needed to sort out this entire mess, thankful that his Father had offered to take in Harry and the children, as he knew that he couldn’t stay impartial, not while he was still so angry with those boys for doing this in the first place.
He sighed as he made himself a mug of coffee. He sat down to his paperwork, but he found it did not provide an adequate distraction from his thoughts. He found himself so angry that that he could barely think past what had happened, of what his own son had done to a boy who he saw as his son.
He found it inconceivable that Max had just stood and watched as Harry distressed himself so much that he had had a panic attack and had passed out. He just…he tried to imagine it with Ashleigh in Harry’s place, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t even imagine it with Richard, his subordinate dominant mate.
He understood that they had been through a terrible time lately, that the fight that had almost resulted in two fatalities had unsettled them all, but it was no excuse really. There was never any excuse for harming a submissive, whether your own or not, but it was just worse that they had led to the injury of their own submissive mate, it was why Harry had been rightly taken from their care. It all boiled down to Harry and he didn’t deserve to be treated in this manner. He didn’t deserve to keep being injured in such a way, it just wasn’t right and he needed to make those boys see that. No…he would make those boys see that. This would never happen again. He would make sure of it.

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Harry woke up groggy and not entirely sure of where he was or what had happened. He recognised the familiar ceiling of the Dracken Healing Halls and he cursed, wondering if he’d pulled his stomach too much when he was so close to being cleared as fit and healthy.

“Harry, sweetness, stay still.”

Harry frowned up at Elder Trintus, wondering why he was there, of all people. He wondered where his mates were.

“Nasta?” He called out, hoping that his top dominant would be there for him.

“Your mates aren’t here, sweet one. You’ve been removed from their care for your own protection.”

“What?” Harry demanded, sitting up too quickly and causing a sharp pain in his gut. It made his head spin and he groaned.

Alfred Grant came running, sprinting incredibly well for a man of three hundred and four years old, as the ward placed on Harry went haywire with his increased heart rate, and he breathed easier at seeing Harry awake and sat up.

“How are you feeling?” He asked.

“I’d feel better if you told me that what I’ve just heard is some sort of joke!” He ground out.

“I’m sorry, sweet one, it’s not a joke.” Elder Trintus said in what Harry assumed was supposed to be a soothing way. It made him feel angry and more than a bit sick. “We take submissive health and wellbeing very seriously, and I’m sorry, but this is the best option. We cannot leave you to suffer with abusive dominants.”

“They’re not abusive!” Harry yelled out.

“They caused you to have a panic attack which led to you getting a concussion.” Healer Grant told him sternly. “What would you call that?”

“An accident! They didn’t know I was going to have a panic attack, I didn’t even know!”

“That is beside the point, they are your dominant mates. They should have realised what was happening and calmed you down, not pushed you harder.” The Healer said.

Harry made a harsh noise of frustration and he tugged on his own hair. “What are you people even doing to me? Why do you do this to me?” He demanded. “What have I ever done to deserve this? I want to be with my mates! I want to be in my own home!” He growled.

Elder Trintus looked shocked at his behaviour, but the Healer looked like he’d been expecting it. Alfred Grant shushed him and soothed him gently. Harry realised that the dominant was releasing his calming pheromones and it reminded him of his own mates and he clenched his hands tight.
He swung himself out of the bed and he forced himself to run. He knew he had to get to the floo with enough time to actually throw the powder into the grate and say his address. He felt such an overwhelming need to be with his mates that the emotion almost choked him.

“Harry!” He heard Healer Grant calling after him, but Harry kept running, down the Healing corridor, right past a startled young woman at the reception desk and he spilled out into the main foyer of the Dracken Halls.

A massive, muscled arm wrapped around his chest and lifted him up off of his feet, holding him gently and shushing him as he started crying, struggling fruitlessly to reach his mates. A distress call slipped from his throat and he was juggled in those arms gently until he was facing a big chest and was held securely and safely.

“Shh, Harry.” Georgio’s voice broke through his distressed cries.

Harry shifted and wrapped himself around Georgio and he snuffled his wet face into the Healer’s neck. Georgio didn’t care as he stroked the back of his head gently, keeping up a stream of soothing noises and murmurings.

“I want my mates.” He cried.

“You can’t see them just yet, but soon, I promise.” Georgio said. “You’ve had a nasty knock to the head, you shouldn’t be running around like this.”

Harry was placed back on the hospital bed.

“I need them.” Harry insisted.

“I know, just let us explain.” Georgio tried.

“My babies!” Harry sobbed. “I can’t be without them, please.”

“You’re not without them, they’re next door being fussed over by our trainee Healer who should be learning medicine, but we can’t pull her away from them.” Healer Grant put in quickly.

Harry was up and gone again before anyone could think to stop him. He burst into the room and he sighed out heavily upon seeing his sweet babies. His heart wrenched in his chest…he’d almost gone back home and left them here. He’d almost left his eight babies here alone, without him. He choked back a sob and instead he dragged up a smile for them instead as they all turned to look at him.

“Mama!” Calix cried out happily, crawling to him on fast hands and knees.

Harry cried out joyously and he sunk to his knees, embracing his baby. It seemed so wrong to see them in such a sterile room. It brought back memories of the hospital and seeing Leolin on the verge of death and that was it, he needed his little Faerie baby.
He hefted up Calix, tiptoed through his other clamouring babies and peered into the three bassinets, his twin girls were in two of them, and Leolin was in the third, all of them sleeping. Harry picked him up too and he held them both tightly, inhaling their soft, sweet scents and he sat down on the floor in relief. They might be in a hospital room, but neither of them were sick.

“You shouldn’t be moving so much.” The trainee Healer told him.

“Leave us alone.” Harry replied back, still holding his two youngest boys and accepting the prods, pinches and pulls of his others as they screeched around him happily as they all dived in for a kiss that he readily gave to them all.

“Be careful, Harry.” Healer Grant told him. “You don’t want to be admitted because of that stomach wound again, take it a little easier. At the moment you’re only here for the concussion that you have.”

Harry blew out a breath. “I want to see my mates.” He repeated.

“Out of the question.”

“Stop trying to tell me what I want!” Harry hissed, easily defaulting back to anger. “Why does every one insist on telling me what I want or telling me what’s best for me? I know what I want, I know what’s best for me better than anyone else! Stop telling me what to do!”

“There’s the little spitfire I know and love.”

Harry actually smiled as Elder Kirrian came into the room.

“You’re being released into the care of your Grandfather, Alexander Maddison. He is under strict orders not to allow you to see your mates, so don’t ask him or beg him, it will only make you both feel worse.”

“I want to see them.”

“You can’t just yet. Not until after they’ve been assessed.”

“How long will that take? I have a heat period in a few days!”

“If the assessment is not complete by the time you go onto your heat, you will be placed back into your home and then taken again as soon as it’s over while the assessment continues. I know those boys well, they’ll pass the assessment with no problem.”

“Then why is it happening if you already know that they’ll pass it?!”

“Because you were removed from their care, boy.” Elder Kirrian told him kindly. “It was supposed to have happened when you got that belly wound, but they were given the benefit of the doubt because you had a mate in the hospital and an injured baby and another in the hospital and the mate responsible was removed from your vicinity. This incident cannot be overlooked, not when you might be at risk. It’s an automatic response to your injuries, even if we know that they’re not abusive to you, this procedure needs to be carried out fully and to the letter.”

Harry blew out a massive breath.

“Can I not even have supervised contact with them?” He asked desperately.

Elder Kirrian shook his head. “No, as they caused you to have a panic attack that directly resulted in you being hurt yet again, it’s not possible until after the assessment has been completed. It’s for the safety of the submissives involved, in this case you, as your dominants might misuse their hold over you to get you to lie and that would potentially cause us to release you back into an abusive home. We can’t allow any submissive to be placed into such a position, where they don’t want to be in their own home, with their own dominants, yet they’ve been forced to say that they do. It would be a most horrific mistake on our parts to allow such a thing to ever happen again. You can see your mates now as soon as they’re cleared, however. They’re assessed one at a time. We’ve started with your first mate, Blaise, as soon as he’s been cleared, you can see him.”

Harry breathed and he closed his eyes, recognising the need for the complete separation but still not liking it, yet knowing that nothing he did or said would change anything. “How long does an assessment take?” He said as a way of a compromise.

“It could be several hours to a couple of days, depending on how cooperative the dominants’ are with us. We started with Blaise as he was the only one of your mates who was not involved in either instance of you being harmed. He was also the calmest of your mates, he wasn’t shouting over us and demanding you and the rugrats be given back once the Elders went to explain what was to happen next. He alone was quiet. I’m not sure how much of that is his head injury, but we decided to start with him as he seemed the most cooperative at the time.”

“Blaise has always thought of me first.” Harry smiled as he looked to his children around him. “He always puts what I need or want first. He’s always done it.”

“Then it should be a very straight forward assessment and you should be seeing him at some point tomorrow.”

Harry breathed out a sigh of relief. He knew that all of his mates would pass this assessment, no matter what it was or entailed. They loved him and the kids too much.

“What happens if they fail?” He couldn’t help asking. “Not that they will, but hypothetically, what would happen then.”

“They would be assessed again and if they failed that one too, then they’d be evaluated by the Healers, if nothing physically or mentally wrong is found with them, then they’ll be executed to free their submissive from their sadistic cruelty.”

Harry gaped. “None of my mates are cruel!” He hissed.

“Then you, or they, have nothing to fear.” Elder Kirrian said simply. “No one believes that they’re abusive or cruel, Harry, the Healers are just concerned for your high level of injuries within a very short amount of time. It is their job to be concerned for their patients, Harry boy. They were worried for you, so they removed you from the environment that you were in. I’m conducting the assessments myself, I’ll do it as quickly as possible and you’ll be all together again before your heat period hits you.”

Harry smiled then. “Thank you.”

Elder Kirrian smiled back and he sighed. “You just play with these kids and keep them happy. You have absolutely nothing else to do, so spend some time with them. Aelia will help you, as you’re not supposed to be lifting or bending. So you just stay here and play with them and let her sort out everything else.”

Harry looked at the unknown woman and he narrowed his eyes on her.

“I’m a Healer.” She told him softly. “Well, a trainee Healer, but I’m not going to ruin my dreams of working here in these Halls by running off with one of your children, I promise.”

“Aelia is mated, Harry. She has enough of her own brood without adding in any of yours.” Elder Kirrian added helpfully and it made Harry laugh.

“I’ve only got five!” She insisted. “He has more than I do and he’s six years younger.”

Harry grinned. “It’s because I had five at once. If they’d been one baby instead of five I’d only have four babies.”

“I bet that would be strange.”

Harry looked at his quintuplets and tried to imagine four of them missing and he flinched.

“Very strange. I’m used to having them all around. I might wish that perhaps they’d only been one, but they’re five, so I’ve adjusted to it. It’s impossible now to think of them as anything else. I’d die before they became anything else now.”

“You’ve already proved that.” Aelia said, nodding to his belly.

Harry grimaced and nodded. “Despite the pain and the potions, if needed I would suffer through this again if it was in defence of my children.”

Elder Kirrian sighed and patted him. “Well, let me go and see to Blaise’s assessment. If I’m quick enough you can have him back for tonight.”

Harry smiled. “I’d really like that. I want all of them near me, even Draco, but if I could have just one, please let me have that. Also be careful with Blaise, he’s still very confused and he gets muddled and frustrated when he can’t say what he actually means. Just be patient with him and let him speak.”

“Do you offer him words?”

Harry nodded. “Yes, but if it’s not the one that he’s looking for then he gets doubly frustrated as it takes him off the track his mind was on and puts him on something different. He especially muddles up names, so please don’t be offended or draw any attention to it if he calls you by something else. He knows who you are, he just comes out with something different and it embarrasses him as it wasn’t what he meant to say. He’s always prided himself on his intelligence and his memory and having both taken from him, even temporarily, it’s driving him mad.”

Elder Kirrian nodded. “Thank you for telling me. I might be a hard arse, but I’m not going to be cruel or unjust to an injured man.”

“Thank you.”

“Rest and recover a bit, Harry. I’ll be back later, hopefully with Blaise in tow.”

Harry sighed and he set himself to just resting and playing gentle games with his children. He still couldn’t fully believe that this had happened to him, to their family. That he’d been actually, physically removed from his mates and his own home just because he’d passed out. He sighed again, much heavier and he smiled as Leolin woke up slowly between his knees, where Harry had put him when the Healers had reminded him that he wasn’t supposed to be holding them.
Sleepy gold eyes opened and Leolin blinked languidly, then they locked onto green and Leolin grinned slowly, still sleepy and drowsy, and Harry smiled adoringly at him.

“I love you, Leolin.” Harry told him softly.

“Ma.”

“I’m here, love.” He insisted and he breathed deeply, calming himself right down. Regan climbed up his back and popped his head over his shoulder and Harry turned to kiss him with a smile, letting his son just cling to him and babble in his ear.

He was nervous about this so called assessment, because of the threat of execution to his mates, but in the logical part of his mind, he knew, truly knew, that there was absolutely no risk to his mates. They were not cruel men, they were not abusing him or the kids, they loved him and he loved them. He would be reunited with them again, after they passed all of their assessments, he knew deep in his heart that they’d all pass and he’d see them all again soon.

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Nasta was climbing the walls with his injured submissive away from him. He was as taut as a drawn bowstring and he was ready to release after the day that he’d had.
He’d endured the removal of Harry, the removal of his children and he’d endured the berating that he’d gotten from his family, from Max’s family, from Blaise’s family, for allowing this to happen. What was worse was that Draco had been the last to know about what was happening and he had berated them too, yelling at them for getting Harry and the kids taken away from them, from where he’d known that they’d been safe to somewhere unknown, without the protection of his dominants. It made them feel about an inch big and absolutely awful for what had happened. It had been over Draco that they’d been fighting in the first place.
Alexander, Myron, Richard, Aneirin and Marianna had browbeaten him and Max, not so much Blaise, who had been up in the bedroom napping when all of this had taken place, for causing Harry to have a panic attack. Harry’s Dracken had been to the very forefront of his mind with his approaching heat, and he’d truly believed that they’d meant to take Draco away from him forever, so with that thought in mind, he had panicked, tried to get them to change their minds, and when he hadn’t been able to do so, he’d had an all-out panic attack which had caused him to faint. Nasta felt terrible for that too. That his submissive would have been so afraid and so distressed that he’d had a panic attack severe enough to cause him to faint right in front of him.
The house was empty. The big house that he’d had specially built was only inhabiting three men at the moment. It was too big, too empty and it was too quiet to. He could hear the clock ticking, the fridge whirring, the kettle clicking after it had just boiled as Blaise had another coffee that he wasn’t supposed to be drinking.
A house of this size, on three storeys with an attic and a basement and with twenty odd bedrooms, it was not meant for three mere men. It had been built with five men in mind, of a large family to come. He couldn’t keep living here if he never got Harry or his children back.

“We will get them back.” Max came to him and hugged his shoulders.

For a moment he thought that he might have spoken aloud, but then he realised that they were all thinking, dreading, the same outcome. It was playing heavily upon all of their minds.

“Have we become so overbearing, so intolerant and cruel that we would allow Harry to become so distressed, by our own actions, that he could panic and pass out right in front of us?” Nasta asked. “Am I that vile a top dominant?”

“No! No, Nasta.” Max told him, sitting beside him and pulling him into a strong hug. “We were just worried and angry. We just didn’t listen.”

“We should have.” Nasta forced out from his tight throat. “He told us just a few weeks ago that we never listened and we swore to change. We haven’t changed at all, Max. We brushed it under the rug again. We need to change and not just say that we will. Words mean nothing if actions don’t back them up.”

Max nodded in agreement. “He was getting more wound up, more desperate. We needed to have stopped there and seen to him, but we were angry ourselves and we didn’t pay close enough attention until it was too late. Anyone could have made the same mistake, Nas.”

“It wasn’t anyone else though, Max! It was us, our mateship, our Harry! How could we have been so blind and inattentive to him? Of course he would have panicked, his heat period is hitting him in mere days!”

“This last month has been the absolute worst.” Max sighed.

“If we don’t get him back…” Nasta trailed off.

“We will.”

“What if he doesn’t want to come back?” Nasta worried.

“Of course he will! Nasta, what are you saying?” Max demanded. “Harry loves us. This is his home. You know he wouldn’t have wanted to have been taken in the first place, of course he’ll want to come home.”

“I don’t know anything at the moment.”

“Snap out of it and pull yourself together, we won’t get him back like this…wallowing in self-pity and misery. Harry’s counting on us!”

Nasta swallowed and closed his eyes. “I let them take him and the kids.”

“What else could you have done?” Max demanded. “Fought off the Counsel? We would have been automatically executed for obstruction of the full enforcement of the Submissive Protection Act. We would have broken the law, Nasta, and for what?”

“For Harry!” Nasta growled.

“For Harry who will be back with us soon enough!” Max growled back. “We’re no use to him dead!”

“What if he doesn’t see it like that?”

“How else can he see it?”

“That we allowed someone to remove him from his home while he was unconscious.”

Max sighed heavily, wearily. He’d never had to hold Nasta’s hand like this through anything before, it was draining. He had no idea how Nasta had done it for all of them numerous times over the last two years. He was gaining a new insight into the burdens that a top dominant took on, and it gave him a new level of respect for Nasta and the innate strength that he had. Perhaps it was that, and not his ‘cooking skills’ as they’d originally thought that had made his Dracken bow out of the top dominancy in favour of Nasta two and a half years ago.

“I love you, Nasta.” Max said strongly. “But use your brain, please. Harry loves us, of course he’s going to want to come home to us and settle the kids back into their home. I bet you he’s shouting and screaming the Dracken Halls down right now demanding to be brought back home. I wouldn’t be surprised if he tried to call for us too.”

Nasta smiled slightly and he chuckled, which made Max feel all sorts of accomplished and relieved. It buoyed his heart and it took a heavy weight from his shoulders…maybe he could do this, maybe he could have Nasta lean on him a little bit, maybe he could temporarily take over the top dominant role for a short while without everything falling apart.

“I’m telling you, we’ll get him back, even if it’s just because the Elders and Healers can’t take another minute of his whiny bitching. They’ll be begging us to take him back after a few days. He was injured, drugged up and mostly unconscious the last time that he was there, he’s going to be awake, alert and fucking angry when he wakes up there this time. He’ll give them so much hell and he’s so stubborn and unmovable when he wants something that he’ll be back here before his heat period, you’ll see.”

“I hope so, Max.” Nasta said softly. “I miss him so much.”

“We all do and he’ll be missing us too.”

Nasta swallowed then and he took in a deep breath. “You know this means that we have to work things out with Draco, don’t you?”

Max grimaced, but he nodded. “Yes. Harry wants us all together, no matter what. So we have to get over ourselves and actually speak to Draco like he’s a person and not a monster or an obstacle. I’m still not sure that I can do it.”

“You can, for Harry.” Nasta said gently. “He needs us now. You’re right, we need to pull ourselves together to get him back. I’d do anything to have him back, this house is almost like an abandoned haunted house from some cheesy horror film without him and the kids here to liven it up.”

“More likely because you two are skulking around like murdered spectres.” Blaise insisted, walking through the room and sitting on a settee, yet another cup of coffee in his hands.

“How many is that now?” Nasta asked sternly.

Blaise shrugged. “I don’t keep count, that’s your job.”

Nasta made the decision to stop this, here and now. Harry had wanted normal and things hadn’t been normal, even when they’d actively tried to make everything normal, it had still been very abnormal. It stopped now. He would get Harry and the kids back, Draco would go to these anger management meetings and he would come back to them too. He needed to stop his personal pity party and sort out his mateship, because he would be forever shamed if the Counsel had to step in and do it for him. They’d already done more than enough damage by taking Harry and invoking the Submissive Protection Act, that was a brand of shame all by itself that would never go away now, but if they had to resolve the problems in his own mateship for him, all confidence and trust would be lost.
He stood up and he took the mug from Blaise’s hands, he went into the kitchen and he poured it into the sink. He took Blaise’s pot of coffee and he stormed upstairs with it, hiding it in an unused bedroom. Blaise had had more than enough coffee for one day. He’d had enough since he’d come home from the hospital to cover the rest of the year! If things were to get back to normal, he would behave as normally as he could and that included not treating Blaise like he was terminally ill and not cutting off Draco like a dead limb. He was a person, a very beloved person to their mateship, not a piece of driftwood.

“Max, we need the rest of the things from the old house over here, sort that for me. Try and move those bloody owls too, I know they like your attic, but they need to be brought over to the new house, only Hedwig is being cooperative, but she won’t leave Saracen for longer than a night. Blaise, the downstairs bathroom is an absolute mess, go and clean that.” He almost ordered.

“Maybe Blaise should…” Max started worriedly, but Nasta held up a hand, stopping Max in midsentence.

“Blaise is fine and he’s capable of cleaning a bathroom, go to the old house, Max. Salvage what you can, leave the rest. We’ll dispose of it later and then we’ll get the house fixed up and made structurally safe again too.”

Blaise actually grinned at him as he hurried off to clean a bathroom. He’d been missing the normalcy of his life too. They all needed it back, all of them. Nasta breathed in deeply and exhaled loudly, suppressing his urge to hurry after Blaise and wrap him in a blanket and cradle him on a settee. Those instincts would not help them and would not bring Harry back, just the opposite. True normalcy was needed now, not the pretending at being normal they’d been striving for before.

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Harry screeched when Elder Kirrian led Blaise into his room and he leapt up, run to Blaise and jumped into his arms.
Blaise laughed happily and pulled him into a searing kiss as Harry held onto him like he was a raft in the sea.

“It’s so good to see you. How are you, are you okay? How is everyone else?” He asked rapidly.

“I’m fine and it is amazing to see you and hold you again.” Blaise answered. “Everyone is calm and holding together well, though your distress calls drove us mental at first. Nasta’s gone back to his usual self…you know, taking away my coffee after my first mug, hiding all the sweets and chocolates, it’s actually good to see him being normal again. Myron isn’t speaking to any of us though, that’s why you’re going to Alexander and not to him.”

“We didn’t think it would be the right environment for you.” Elder Kirrian agreed. “I have to leave, I’m assessing Nasta next.”

“Is Max still being stressy?” Harry asked worriedly.

“He’s the worst one, so to give him time to calm down, I’m doing him last.” The Elder said. “I’m hoping that by giving you more mates, so that he knows you’re better protected and with those whom you love, that he won’t be quite so high strung and temperamental.”

“Thank you.” Harry said seriously as he clung to Blaise like a limpet.

Blaise nuzzled his neck and licked him, making him giggle.

“I missed you so much, Blaise. Ti amo.”

“Ti amo, Bello.” Blaise replied.

Harry grinned. “Come and see the kids.”

He led Blaise to the bassinets by the side of his bed and he let him peer in at the twin girls. Blaise touched them and he sighed happily.

“I’ve missed them all.” He said. “Where are the others?”

“Next door, come and see.”

Harry led him into the room next door and to the swarming kids, who were being fussed over by Joanne, the receptionist for the Healing Halls who was supposed to have finished her shift an hour ago and still hadn’t left.

“Daddy!” Tegan called out, hefting herself up and toddling towards them.

Blaise smiled so happily as he went to his knees to receive her, giving her a big hug and a kiss.

“I missed you baby girl.” He murmured to her right before he was swamped with the others.

“Daddy Blay!” Braiden called out and Blaise embraced his only biological child tightly, laying a kiss to his chubby, rosy cheek.

“Where’s…?” Blaise trailed off, obviously wanting to finish, but drawing a blank over the name.

“Leolin?” Harry supplied, their Faerie baby being the only one who Blaise hadn’t seen yet. “He’s okay, he’s right by here.”

Harry picked him up, out of the bassinet in the room and handed him over, their little boy scowling, to Blaise.

“I love the faces he pulls.” Blaise smiled.

Harry looked around him, seeing they were alone in the room, he snuggled up to Blaise.

“What sort of things were you asked?” He questioned worriedly. “Was it bad, invasive? Do you think the others will pass?”

“No, Innamorato, it wasn’t bad. It was all very basic questions with a psychiatrist present.”

“What? Why a psychiatrist?” He asked.

“To make sure that we aren’t lying or sociopaths hiding behind a normal façade.” He smiled. “The whole point of the assessment is to see if we are a risk to submissives or children, they don’t take anyone at face value, they need to dig deeper, so a psychiatrist is always present at all assessments. Some of them are fucking sadists, but others aren’t so bad. Elder Kirrian made sure that we had the best, an old friend of his.”

Harry hugged him and watched as their children, who had dumped a load of toys into Blaise’s lap, went off about their playing again.

“Do you think Max, Nasta and Draco will pass the assessment?”

“I did, Prezioso. There’s no reason why they can’t pass either. I’m the one with a messed up mind.”

“You’re not.” Harry said hotly, kissing his head gently. “I love you and you passed because you deserved to. You’ve always put me first, you’ve always made sure that what I want or need is first. The others, not so much.” Harry admitted bitterly. “That’s why I’m so worried.”

Blaise kissed him hard and it took Harry’s breath away.

“The others will pass because they’re not abusive or cruel, Bello.”

Harry swallowed and he nodded. He took strength from Blaise and he calmed himself, if Blaise wasn’t worried and was adamant that the others would pass too, having gone through that assessment personally, then Harry would relax himself and take Blaise at his word. If Blaise said that the others would pass, then Harry would wholeheartedly believe him.

“I’ve missed you all.” He said softly.

“We’ve missed you too…that mansion is more like a mausoleum without you or the kids there. It’s so quiet that you can hear the house creaking, you can hear the clocks ticking, and everything has an odd echo to it. It’s horrible there, honestly I was glad to be the first up for the assessment just so I could get away.”

Harry snuggled into him tighter. “If that’s the case then perhaps Nasta should have been left until last. Max doesn’t do well with silence.”

“He doesn’t have to stay at home, he can go to see his brother or sisters. He could go to Myron if he was talking to us. We’re told the time of when our assessments will be held and I had two hours to prepare myself before I had to come here.”

“You were here?” Harry asked.

Blaise nodded. “We have to floo to these Halls to be assessed, Harry. All assessments are performed in the Counsel Halls. It was awful knowing that you were here, but having to go off to a different part of the Halls, but it reminded me, just before I went in, that I was doing it for you and the kids. That really helped me through the assessment.”

Harry sighed. “I’d just finished packing these kids up when you arrived. Alexander is coming in twenty minutes to pick us up. He’s bringing some others to help.”

Blaise nodded and just held him, the both of them watching the kids playing around them. The next disturbance came when Alexander arrived, pale faced and looking stressed.

“Harry, how are you?” He asked, coming to clutch at him. “When I’d heard that you’d been removed for your own safety, oh I could have killed those boys myself.”

“It was an accident, Alexander.” Harry said as he hugged the man back just as tightly.

“It wasn’t an accident and I don’t care if it wasn’t done purposefully, you were still hurt. Are you okay?”

Harry nodded against his chest. “Yes. I’m okay.”

“Come on, I’ve set up one of the big en suite bedrooms for you, there’s a room next door that I had the boys help me clear out earlier and I’ve put the travel cots in there, I’ve sent Nico to get the three bassinets.”

“Oh no, Leolin’s in a cot now.” Harry said proudly.

“Is he? Oh that’s wonderful. Is this a recent transition?”

Harry nodded. “I wanted to see how he handled his own cot, he loves it. His baby mobile works so much better on a cot than a bassinet, he loves being in it.”

“How would he take a travel cot?”

“It would probably be safer than a normal cot because he can’t suffocate.”

“I’ll send the boys’ straight back to get his mobile and put the bassinet back and pop up an extra travel cot.”

Harry gathered up what he needed and he offloaded it off to Blaise before picking up Leolin.

“Come here, love.” He said softly. “Let’s get you to great-grandad Alexander’s.”

Oliver, Enrique and Keanu were outside the door and when Alexander led him out, they went in to pick up the remaining four kids. Alexander himself had the twin girls and that left Blaise with Braiden.
Harry flooed over with Alexander and immediately he had Leolin taken from him by an adoring Kimberly.

“Oh, sweet dove, come here.” She cooed. “Does he need a feed, Harry dear?”

“He’s due one soon.” Harry nodded.

“How about the girls?”

“They’ll need a change before a feed, but they’re due another bottle each in about forty minutes.”

“In that case you sit down, dearest. You need to rest.”

Harry was ushered to the large, dragonhide settee and he sat down with a groan. It was such a comfortable seat and it was so deep and soft and relaxing. His kids were let free on the floor and Kimberly had brought out the toy chest that was kept here for the grandchildren and the great-grandchildren to play with when they visited.

“Shae will be here tomorrow.” Kimberly told him, as she brought in a large tea tray and handed Harry a cup of honey tea. Farren peeked up interestedly and he toddled to the table and he took a biscuit when he saw the saucer on the tray.

“Ah, Farren.” Harry chastised. “You ask if you want something.”

“Muma, bisky?” He held the biscuit out as if questioning if he could have it.

Harry went into the nappy bag and took out the rusks.

“We’ll swap, okay, love? I don’t want you having those small sugary biscuits, this one will fill you up better.”

Farren hurried over and he handed over the bourbon and Harry gave him the rusk with a smile.

“Ta.” Farren said as he was handed the biscuit and he hurried away.

Harry smiled at him adoringly.

“He is such a sweetie.” Kimberly sighed with a smile, sitting down with her own cup of tea.

Alexander had taken the box of rusks from him and he’d handed one to each of the older four before slotting the box away again. They all sat and just watched the kids playing, it was very relaxing and peaceful.

“How are your heads, boys?”

Harry frowned as he realised that that question applied to them both now.

“Mine’s fine.” Blaise insisted, sipping his coffee with relish, knowing that for today, he could drink as much of it as he wanted as Nasta wasn’t there to stop him and neither Alexander nor Kimberly saw anything wrong with coffee.

“I’m okay too.” Harry said softly. “I’ve taken the headache reliever for today and that was the only thing still bothering me.”

“Will you need any for tomorrow?” Alexander asked him seriously.

“I have some off of the Healers, just in case.” Harry admitted. “I packed them in the nappy bag.”

Alexander sat forward and he rooted in the bag until he found the paper bag filled with half a dozen small vials of potion.

“I’ll put these away, next to the kettle so you know where they are when you need them, okay?”

Harry nodded his understanding before he turned to Blaise and cuddled into him. Blaise’s hand immediately went into his hair and started stroking and petting and Harry hummed lightly and he started purring. He heard Blaise chuckle under his breath and it made him smile, even as his eyes closed in contentment. He didn’t mean to fall asleep, but he woke up several hours later in the early morning to Eva or Ave’s incessant crying.
He stumbled up, pushed a cursing Blaise back into the bed and he scooped up his twin daughters, who by now were both awake and wanting their bottles.
He carried them down the stairs and into the kitchen, flicking on the lights and setting the kettle to boiling. He was half blind in the strong light, as Alexander didn’t have a dim lamp in the corner like they did in their kitchen, and he went to put one of the girls in the kitchen bassinet at the end of the table, but his Dracken screeched and he clutched them tighter to his chest automatically, suddenly completely alert and awake. There was no bassinet to receive his baby girl…she would have hit the floor had he dropped her.
He breathed heavily and peered around for the bassinet, but there wasn’t one, instead he put one of his girls down in an empty washing basket to feed her sister before swapping them over and feeding the other girl.
He switched everything off, hefted up the other happily fed girl and he carried them back up the stairs to the bedroom that he’d been shown to yesterday when he’d first arrived, Alexander making absolutely sure that he knew where he was located and where everything else was. The room had a beautiful en suite and had once belonged to one of Alexander’s daughters.
Harry laid the two girls back into their bassinets, checked their nappies before heading next door, into the room that had been turned into a nursery for his older children’s use. He checked on all six of them, checked their nappies and he made sure that Leolin was still happy to sleep in his big cot that made him look like a tiny newborn in the vast amount of space.
They were all fine and there were no issues, so Harry was able to crawl back into his bed happily and he sighed, snuggling into Blaise in the big bed that should have had three more people in it…he would never have thought about it before, but he found it difficult to sleep now, when he wasn’t surrounded and pressed in on all sides, being held and protected through the night as he slept. He made do, but it was ages before he finally managed to slip back off to sleep again. He just wasn’t used to having so much space to wriggle around in while he was sleeping and he wasn’t used to how cold it was with three of his mates missing from the bed. He did not like it.

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Nasta joined them at midday the next day and he immediately knew that Blaise had had twelve coffees before lunch in anticipation of Nasta arriving and he was not impressed.
He took the mug from Blaise’s hands and tipped it away before handing him a bottle of water.

“Hydrate yourself, Blaise.” He ordered, watching as Blaise dutifully sipped from the water bottle.

“Nasta!” Harry called out, coming into the room from the bathroom and he threw himself at his top dominant.

Nasta caught him and swept him up into a nice, tight hug that took Harry’s breath away…in a very good way.

“I missed you.” He told his mate.

“I missed you too, Harry. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay. I’m just glad that you’re here now. How’s Max?”

“He’s okay, he’s doing much better. He’s been cooking up a feast though and stocking the fridge. It keeps him busy and stops his mind from wandering too much.”

“I can’t wait to get home.” Harry sighed.

“Soon, Caru.” Nasta told him. “Very soon we’ll have you back there, but this will never go away…it will forever be documented that you were removed from our care for your own safety, as we were deemed a risk to you.”

“I hate that.” Harry sniffled.

“It’ll be okay, because this will never happen again.” Nasta swore. “I’ve had enough of all of this. More than enough. It ends now.”

“I’m glad to hear you say so.” Alexander insisted. “Having your own submissive removed from your care for his own safety? What are you boys even thinking? A few more instances like this and Harry and the kids will be permanently removed from you as a best case scenario. The worst case scenario will end with the four of you being executed!”

“We know.” Blaise said softly. “It won’t happen. I’ve agreed to go to therapy.”

“You have?” Harry frowned with lowered eyebrows.

Blaise nodded. “Yes, it was a condition of my assessment. They wouldn’t sign me off until I’d agreed to go.”

“I have too.” Nasta agreed. “I’d do anything for you Harry, to put this right.”

“I don’t think therapy will help any of you. None of you are crazy.”

Nasta chuckled. “It’s not for that, Cariad. Therapy isn’t just for crazy people, it’s for people who need help and support, like Draco. We say anger management classes, but he is truly in therapy for his issues. We will be in therapy for a few weeks to be fully signed off, in that time an Elder will be popping by several times daily to check on you.”

Harry’s cheeks pinked and then reddened in anger. His fist clenched and he drew in a ragged breath, forcing it out harshly.

“That they even dare.” He hissed unhappily. “I won’t have them there!” He growled.

“Harry, Prezioso, they need to make sure that you’re alright.”

“I’m fine! I’ll be perfectly fine with you all!” He snarled as he started pacing.

“We all know that, it’s just procedure.” Nasta said soothingly.

“They will not be there for my heat!” He said adamantly.

Nasta snarled at the very thought and he snatched Harry from his pacing and held him tightly. “No, no they will not be there for our heat period. I will make sure.” He insisted, laying a kiss to his head.

The rest of that day, sat in Nasta’s lap for the most part, was near bliss to Harry after two days of being forcibly removed from his mates. He was still missing Draco like mad, but he knew the reason for that separation, it was the missing Max who hit him harder and he’d already walked into the kitchen twice to speak to Max, expecting him to be there, which only made the absence hit him harder.
It took almost three days for Max to floo to his Grandfather’s house to join them and he arrived very late at night, almost nine O’clock, and he looked haggard and he was unshaved.

“What took you so long?” Harry cried out as soon as he saw him, even as he wrapped him up in a tight hug and lifted his arms to be picked up for a better cuddle.

Max smiled softly and hefted him up, squeezing him gently and rubbing his face against Harry’s.

“They left me until last, they did Draco first.”

“Draco’s assessment took two days?” Harry said worriedly.

“He had to work it around his anger management classes.” Max soothed him gently. “The Counsel were incredibly unfair to him because he was taking anger management classes, but Elder Kirrian said that he actually kept his cool rather well. He didn’t get angry, or at least not visibly, and he didn’t shout…in fact he reverted to cold silence most of the time, not deigning to give their questions a response, and where silence wouldn’t work, he used that biting, sarcastic tongue of his to make them think that they were idiots for even questioning him.” Max laughed. “His classes are going really well, it seems, but because the Elders were so gung ho on his anger management classes, and the wounds that he inflicted on you and Blaise, his assessment took twice as long.”

“Why is he not here? Did he not pass?” Harry asked breathlessly, his Dracken throwing a panic fit inside of his head. “Have they executed him? Have they taken him away from me? I’ll kill them!”

Nasta was there then, dragging him into a tight grip and putting his head in the crook of his neck, forcing him to breathe in his calming pheromones.

“Draco has not been executed.” He said firmly and in such a no nonsense way that Harry and his Dracken automatically listened to him and believed him. “Draco is still staying with his parents, you will see him tomorrow.”

“I can see him?” Harry asked, picking up on that one thing and he drew back to smile happily at Nasta, who smiled back and surged forward to give him a surprise kiss.

“You can see him tomorrow. We’ve all passed our assessments, Harry. You could start your heat tomorrow, so we are going to the house, Draco will join us there, but the kids will stay here with Alexander. He has already agreed to watch them for us while you are on your heat period.”

“Thank you.” Harry turned to say.

“It’s no problem, dearest.” Kimberly insisted. “We’re happy to help you boys in any way that we can.”

With three of his mates with him, Harry was much more secure and visibly happier, as he caught Max up with what he’d missed, talking about mundane things such as the cookies he’d made earlier that day to keep his mind off of things, how Farren had clung to his legs, knowing that food was around.
Harry presented Max with one of his cookies and his mate moaned over it exaggeratedly, quietly though, as his grandparents were in the room too. It made Harry laugh and snuggle into Max, having missed his childish, fun loving mate over the last month. He was glad that Nasta seemed to be more like himself and that Max was back to being normal too. It settled him in ways that he hadn’t even realised had been disrupted, now everything truly felt like they were getting back to normal.
That night, wrapped up in Max’s arms, Blaise right beside him and Nasta, on the other side of Blaise, with his hand on his hip, touching him, he was so secure and his Dracken was basking in happiness with the scent of three of his four mates around him, that he drifted straight off to sleep easily, feeling very loved and very protected in the warm embrace of his dominant mates.

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The next morning Harry had had a very lengthy, and wet, goodbye with his children, as he cried and they dribbled on him, and he was now back home and sorting everything out for his heat period, moving things that might turn out to be dangerous and generally just whittling down the hours.
He actually tackled Draco when he flooed through and his blond mate laughed and hefted him up and kissed him.

“You’re feeling better.” Draco said with a soft smile.

“Much better! But best of all, I’ve been signed off by the Healers, so no one can say anything about me doing shit anymore! I’m a bit stiff and sore still, but that’s mostly because of disused muscles.”

“Just, take it easy, okay, love?” Max all but begged him.

“Nope. I’m all healed, my scar is fading, I’m absolutely fine.” Harry insisted stubbornly. “I’m still taking your blood to make you feel better, but it’s not doing anything because I don’t actually need it. It’s more for your peace of mind than anything else.”

“I just…a few days ago you were still laid up and needing to take things slow, it’s too sudden a transition. It’s worrying us to see you charging around like this, please, just calm down, at least until after your heat, you need to save up your strength and energy.”

“Spoil sport.” Harry teased. “At least Draco’s here now.” He said as he dragged his blond mate to the settee and sat down for the first time in several hours, snuggling into his very well missed mate.

Max actually looked relieved. “I’ll get you some tea.” He said.

“Yes, a wonderful idea.” Harry agreed. “I need to keep up my strength after all.”

Max laughed and shook his head as he went to the kitchen. At least Harry was sat down for the moment, he consoled himself with that.

“How have you been?” Harry asked Draco.

“Very busy, but I’ve missed you and the kids so much.” He said. “I’m so sorry that I had a mini melt down and walked out of one of my classes. I was just so tired and I was completely drained. I needed to see you and I just couldn’t take it anymore. The next thing I heard was that you’d been removed from the house with the kids for your own safety and that I had to complete an assessment to even go near you again.”

“It’s all over now, we need to move on.” He sighed. “I can’t keep thinking back to this one point in our lives. If we can just get through this heat period, it’ll all be fine. I’m healed, Blaise is improving, you’re getting the help and support that you need and most importantly the kids are all fine and safe.”

“Will your heat hit today?” Draco asked.

“Today, some when in the night or early tomorrow at the latest.” Harry nodded.

“Thank you for letting me be here.”

“Draco, love, I wouldn’t dream of having an orgy without you.” Harry insisted, loudly. He heard Max’s roar of laughter from the kitchen.

“Who’s having an orgy?” Blaise called out. “Am I invited?”

“Of course!” Harry called back. “All of you are. It wouldn’t be an orgy with just me, Draco and Max, it would only be a threesome. It would only be a foursome with you added too Blaise, so I need all of you to make an orgy.”

“I can’t wait for our orgy!” Blaise called out and Harry laughed while Draco, who was underneath him, chuckled.

“The Healers have signed you off for your heat at least.” Max said as he carried in a tray of tea, handing Harry a cup and Draco another, before taking the third for himself and sitting next to Harry happily, with a slight groan of pleasure.

“Is Myron speaking to you yet?” Harry asked.

Max snorted. “He’ll come around once Granddad tells him what happened and how it was quickly and easily resolved. He’s just being stubborn to make a point that it shouldn’t have happened, as if we didn’t already know that!”

“Are you three alright?” Nasta poked his head into the living room to ask.

“Don’t fuss, dear.” Harry told him. “We’re fine, finish off that monster load of paperwork you have saved up before my heat hits, you’ll only regret leaving it.”

“I’m just stretching my legs and I thought I’d check on you all.”

“You came down from your dragon lair just to check on us?” Max asked with a grin.

Harry snorted. “He sweeps in from his dragon cave.”

Nasta rolled his eyes as Harry and Max giggled like children. They had started calling his study, up in the attic, his lair or his cave. He let them have their fun.

“I actually came down for tea.” He insisted. “Hello, Draco.” He greeted as he spotted the blond head. He came and kissed Draco softly, letting his Dracken side grow calm with his scent around them. It was taking a lot of work, but he was settling himself down rather well, and so was Max. He went to get his tea, heading through the double doors into the family room and then into the kitchen. This was going to be their turning point, he could feel it.

Harry sucked in a deep breath and he sighed happily, snuggling more into Draco while he had him there. His heat could hit him at any moment now, he was afraid that when he woke up, usually about a day after his dominants, that Draco would be back at his parents’ manor in Wiltshire and he wouldn’t have another chance to see, hold or speak to him.

“How far have you gotten in your book?” Harry asked him.

“I haven’t touched it.” Draco said. “I’ve been concentrating on my classes.”

Harry frowned. “Have you done anything for yourself?” He asked.

“No, of course not. All that’s important to me is working towards getting back my family.”

“Draco.” Harry groaned. “You need to do things for yourself too! It’s no wonder you got frustrated and blew up at your teacher if all you’re doing twenty-four seven is working on your anger management. You need to take some time for yourself too, so that you can relax and unwind.”

Harry got up and he went to the shelf and he picked up one of the books that Draco had already read. It had been salvaged from the old house.

“I’ve read this one.” Draco told him.

“I know that. I haven’t read it, read it to me.”

Harry handed the book over and he tucked himself up under Draco’s arm, snuggling on his chest so that he could see the words, but he let Draco’s eloquent voice wash over him as his mate scoffed, sighed heavily at reading a book that he had only recently finished, before he started reading to him.
They passed two hours like this and though Harry didn’t care for the book or the story, he did care for Draco bonding with him in such a calm, peaceful way. Max had left them in peace to go and sort out dinner, Nasta was still up in his dragon lair and Blaise was napping off a headache that had developed in the late afternoon. It was all very calm and peaceful, until a hot flush prickled at Harry’s skin and made him catch his breath.

“Oh.” He said, sitting up and disturbing Draco midsentence.

“What? What is it?” He asked worriedly. Max was just there, at the first sound of Draco’s worried tone.

“What happened?” He asked, putting a tray of tea down on the coffee table. He’d been coming to refresh them when he’d heard Draco’s question.

Harry breathed deeply and he turned to them with wide eyes and flushed cheeks.

“Your heat has hit you.” Max said, understanding immediately.

Harry just tugged off his clothes, Draco helping him with his trousers and boxers.

“Nasta! Blaise!” Max yelled out as loudly as he could, even as he undressed himself in preparation.

Harry breathed faster and he moaned as a soft, cool hand caressed up his one side. He heard a crash on the stairs as Nasta hurtled towards where he believed the danger was, but before he could get there, Harry’s heat smashed into him and he released his pheromones, just a moment later Max and Draco were as feral as he was and they were each touching his body and then Max was inside of him and he sighed happily, purring to encourage his mate.
More hands touched him, but one set was missing and he let out a very loud screech, calling his missing mate to him. He heard the answering call and he trilled again, happy that his mate was on his way, but urging him to move faster.
His biggest mate, inside of him, moved to lay him over the soft settee and with his hands freed up, he instead grabbed his thighs to push harder and that made him purr harder, encouraging his mate to keep going as more hands touched him, as he heard and scented his mates all around him.
He whined as soon as his biggest mate pulled out of him, he whined continuously until he was filled by another mate and then he started purring again, enjoying his heat period, enjoying the thought of having another baby, enjoying his mates as they touched him, as they were attentive to him and to his needs. Three of them had gone off to the side with one another though, but that was alright, he only needed the one to keep him happy at any one time, if he thought that he wasn’t getting enough attention then he would call them back to him.
His top dominant finished inside of him and he pulled out, not content with this, he whined as soon as his mate was free of his body. His top dominant moved away and another mate came to see to his needs and a sigh was pulled from his lips as his mates took care of him.
He knew then, after that mate had finished with him and he felt the edges of tiredness, like he needed a rest, that he was only going to be more drained from here on out, even as another mate filled him. He gave a small twitch of interest, but he otherwise laid still, cooing softly instead of trilling, letting his mate know that he was alright and to carry on. He had gotten tired a lot easier than usual and he wasn’t used to such on his heat, but it had become a little more normal recently, he remembered from his human memories.
He didn’t know how long it was before he finally passed out with his four mates around him, snuggling in as they all took a small rest with him themselves. They’d moved a dozen times though and they were now in a soft bed and he appreciated that as he fell into a light doze, not truly sleeping, but not truly awake either as he tried to regain some energy and strength. Before he’d barely had a minute to himself, before he’d barely closed eyes, another amorous mate rolled onto him and pushed into his body and he whined, partly in chastisement for his interrupted rest, but mostly in encouragement as he trilled at his mates to give him more children. A call that they took fully to heart. They wanted more children too and they more than took up his call as they all woke up from their short rests with his call and they petted or touched him. He was moved forward, sat up and pressed over to the mate inside of him, even as another mate pushed in alongside.
He screeched at the stretch, but he trilled in happy encouragement, urging his mates on, urging them to give him a baby. He was almost too tired to respond once those two mates released him from their grasp, but immediately afterwards, another mate pulled him into their body and then pushed into him. He let out a frustrated whine, but he didn’t impede his mate from giving him what he ultimately wanted…their seed to get another child for their mateship.
They all lost track of time and none of them knew when the heat slipped away from them, all they knew was that one moment they were caught up in the heat, furiously fucking to ensure pregnancy, the next they were all in a state of deep sleep that bordered on unconsciousness. They all woke up in their own time, the top dominant was always the first one to wake, as his instincts would allow him to do no less. The others would wake up shortly afterwards, anything from five minutes to a few hours later, but their submissive stayed asleep, deeply unconscious as he recovered from his heat period on top of his recovery from his very nearly fatal injury the month before. They left him to sleep, though they were worried as he stayed in his deep sleep without once stirring. It was a worry, because of his previous injuries, but they tried to remain calm and they weren’t so foolish as to try and wake him up themselves, but the longer it took, the more worried they became. It was almost a relief when Healer Jackson Moore knocked on their front door, in lieu of flooing into their home. He had done the same at the end of six days, but no one had answered and they knew then that Harry was having a fertile heat that would last for ten days.
He gently peeked in on Harry when he was urged to by four very worried dominants, (after Nasta had gone in to make sure that Harry was covered over and decent) but he assured them that he was fine and that it was normal after such a long heat after such injuries. He gave them a very strong painkiller for Harry to take once he did wake up, naturally, he stressed to them sternly, but other than that, he was very happy to report that Harry was fine and well and that he just needed some rest.
Nasta, once he was fully recovered and not as sore as he’d been when he woke up the day before, went to get his children back from Alexander, and he reported that everyone was fine, that Harry was still sleeping and that he would for a while longer according to the Healers, and then it was a waiting game. There was nothing that they could do, they could only wait for Harry to wake up on his own, no matter how long it took for their Submissive to recover from his fertile heat period.

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A/N: We’re actually on a roll with this fic at the moment, lovelies. I have a couple more chapters in the works to be updated, so I’ll be staying with this fic for the month of September it seems. That’ll make a nice change.
We did have a bit of drama last week, when this fic showed that it had been updated when it hadn't been, this is a ditzy moment by me, when I accidentally posted the new Scaled Bits chapter to this story by mistake. So I'm sorry for the confusion there.
Once again, thank you so much for all of your support and opinions, lovelies! Until next week,
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