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Fire Keeper	By : slytherincailin Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 14003 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 10
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: Anything associated with Harry potter is not mine nor do I recieve payment for the production of this story. The known characters, places and familiar situations in this piece are a product of J K Rowling.

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Chapter Ten: Erin

Baro was flying.

The dragon was a brilliant blood red, glinting in the evening sun, the darkening hue of the sky casting shadows over his scales and dousing his large head in darkness whenever he sunk below the treeline to creep like some vast predator towards where his family sat on the grass. His violet eyes were inhuman, so strange and yet so utterly familiar to Erin’s senses.

He watched the huge beast launch from the forest behind their manor and into the sky once more, until he was barely a shape against the pink hue of the clouds. He plummeted towards them in a nose dive, his wings snapping out to catch him miles before he reached them in a way that made James shriek in excitement and flutter his own red wings.

Erin laughed with the baby, his back leaning against Theo’s chest to feel each rumbling chuckle that came from the brunette. Gentle fingers carded through his blonde hair, a low growl of exasperation coming from the dominant each time Baro swept a gust of air towards them and pulled the soft strands from his grasp.

Myvi lounged on the grass beside them, her lips lifting in the softest of smiles each time Harry laughed. The smallest of the mateship had settled on his stomach by James, his dark hair falling in gentle curls around his slender face. His pale fingers tugged on James’ bright wings each time they expanded, earning himself a quizzical glance from the baby. Erin watched them with a small smile, his hands splayed out in the grass before him as he leaned increasingly forward, as though drawn towards the pair.

When he landed, Baro was in human form once more, or as human as he could appear with a littering of red scales across his unclothed chest and dark wings that folded behind him as he walked towards them. He gripped James in large hands, the infant kicking his pudgy legs out in wild swings and his tiny wings fluttering in a desperate attempt to take to the skies. The sight was enough to wrinkle Erin’s nose in amusement.

Tomorrow would be the party. A day in which their son would be introduced to the family and Harry would be under the assessing stare of strangers. The brunette seemed unaffected by the approaching gathering, his pink lips stretched in a bright smile and his eyes a brighter green than Erin had ever seen them before. Though as Erin watched, nervous gestures became all the more evident. Curious gazes would dart towards their manor, his mate’s soft brow furrowing in abrupt consternation before it smoothed out once more, as though there existed an internal battle within Harry to not think about tomorrow and to calm down.

Erin knew ways of calming him down.

Pale blue eyes narrowed and Erin’s gaze darkened as he continued to stare at the oblivious Destined, Harry’s almost childlike habit of plucking the grass up with his fingers and turning his face to catch the sunlight was drawing a slow purr from the other submissive. For over a year, Erin had been the only submissive caught between an asexual protector and the always heated, always willing bodies of Theodore and Baro. Though he desired nothing as responsible as being a dominant, Erin’s fingers twitched in the grass, longing to grasp Harry’s slender forearm and pull him towards him.

He felt Theo stand slowly, so as not to topple Erin over. The man stretched with a sigh, his eyes watching the stars as they began to appear, the sun now a gentle glow against the horizon. Erin watched Harry follow his stare, his lips forming a perfect ‘o’ as he breathed out a sigh. He stretched like a cat unfurling from sleep, his limbs graceful and long and littered with a small collection of the faintest scars. Erin had not felt that soft skin beneath his fingers since he had instructed Harry how to administer the pain relief gel, and then it had only been the teasing touch of fingers against hips as he rolled down the smaller man’s pyjama bottoms until Harry had begun to stutter in embarrassment and Erin had chosen to leave him alone.

But he wanted to feel it now. He craved it. He wanted to run his hands over that incredibly pale skin and feel Harry writhe beneath him, his slender body completely devoid of the baggy jumpers and loose pants that he traipsed around in.

“Erin?”

A pale hand stretched out before him, Erin glanced up into bright green eyes and smiled.

“Sorry, beautiful, I was miles away.”

Harry grinned, his hand grasping Erin’s and pulling the blonde to his feet, where he stood inches above Harry himself. “Yeah, I gathered that. Come on, it’s starting to get cold.” He walked by Erin’s side towards the house behind the rest of the mateship, his fingers brushing against the blonde’s and causing his stomach to twist strangely.

There was a subtle change to Erin’s scent that had been growing increasingly since the birth. It was as though the blonde’s natural odour had been entwined with James’, giving Harry a false reading and spiking the protective urge he had felt for the pregnant blonde. Now, though, with Erin’s stomach flat beneath the pale shirt he wore, his scent was different, stronger. It was unlike Myvi’s fierceness but seemed to wrap around his senses in a way that was similar. Though it didn’t drown him like Theo’s scent or make him weak as Baro’s often did, Harry felt the bizarre desire to duck his head when those pale blue eyes landed on his face.

He stumbled in the hallway when Erin blew lightly against his cheek as he often did when other’s were not paying attention. Had the blonde’s arms not snapped out to steady him, he would have fallen. His face heated at the thought, what was wrong with him?

A familiar spike of lust unfurled in his stomach, sparking heat against his cheeks as he ducked his head against the blonde’s inspection and darted for the staircase. This was a lust unlike the pounding that Baro caused in his body, unlike even the gentle motion of floating on sensations that Theo left him with.

This was lust for Erin.

Sweeter, but wholly predatory.

He felt almost like a deer that had been hunted to the edges of a fence, nowhere to flee to and almost unwilling to. He wanted to be hunted. He wanted to be caught.

A confused hum vibrated against his closed mouth as he darted for his bedroom, a bed he had not slept in for days because he had slept in another’s. He had felt nothing like this for Erin before. Theirs had been a relationship based on trust, innocent love and gentle flirtations, mostly on Erin’s part.

He was lying. A groan sounded in the room as he recalled the sudden spike of arousal he had felt when Erin had been in labour, his pinkened body spread out on the bed and his eyes lidded with emotions. He had begun feeling the shift in their relationship ever since Erin had birthed James, leaving no barrier between the submissives. The baby had been a deterrent, a wall that had prevented them from lusting and falling to their instincts and made the attachment Harry felt one of protection.

But there was no need to protect Erin now. There was no baby to hurt now within Erin and the blonde’s scent had changed to signal that. Erin was fully returned to himself.

“Hello Harry...”

The purr was far too close, jolting an embarrassing squeak from Harry as the smaller male turned and put them at arm’s distance. Erin stood behind him, a smirk playing across his lips and his pale eyes far too dark to be anything but aroused. Erin’s magic surrounded him, coaxing sparks from his skin with each gentle brush against his own magic. He could do little but whine at the sensation, his eyelids flickering shut as Erin’s arm went around him, his palm pressed against Harry’s lower back and tugging at the jumper he wore. With one swift swoop, Erin’s mouth was against his own.

Harry was not drowning this time, he was frozen. Each tiny movement brought sparks to his head, his fingers twitching by his side as he panted into the mouth of his fellow submissive. Erin’s breath was warm and sweet, his tongue hot where it licked a trial against Harry’s bottom lip and his teeth incredibly sharp where they nipped at Harry’s neck.

His knees weakened, his strength leaving his legs until Erin was all that held him up. The blonde brought them both towards the bed, dropping down until Harry lay sprawled against the white sheets, Erin’s body held above his own by the man’s arms. The whimper that left his lips was a sound he had not intended to make, his body so hot that the push of his clothes sent his blood boiling and made stars dance in front of his eyes.

Erin’s lip drew back in a delicate growl, his pale hands pushing Harry’s jumper over his head and tugging on the sweatpants until they too came off. He slipped the shirt off while Harry watched through lidded green eyes, his cheeks flushed a brilliant pink and his slender body arching towards the blonde.

Erin pressed against him to place a kiss on Harry’s open mouth, his teeth baring in a silent hiss as Harry’s arousal became all the more evident and their magic sparked dangerously, dousing the room for a split second in bright, yellow light. Erin stilled, his blue eyes wide, before they narrowed and he grinned at Harry ferally.

“Well, if that’s the kind of spark you let out for me, I’m surprised our Dragonette and our Theo are not blind.”

Erin’s voice was rough, his accent thick and sweet and Harry moaned at the sound, his arms reaching up to lock around his mate’s neck. “Erin...”

The blonde growled, his hips pushing down to meet with Harry’s in one sharp trust that sent the smaller man keening. Erin moved swift fingers to grasp the jar left by Harry’s bedside, his other hand still pressed firmly against the bed as Harry moved beneath him in a desperate attempt to feel that sharp pleasure once more.

“Erin... Please...”

The sound was drawn out, a breathless moan as Erin spread Harry’s thighs with strong hands, his length pressing against Harry’s own as he slid one slender finger inside the smaller man. Harry gasped, his head tilted back as Erin purred gently by his ear. “Breathe, beautiful... Just breathe...”

A second finger was slipped inside him, rubbing against him until his breath left him and his eyes fluttered closed.

“Right there, hmm?”

Erin’s fingers rubbed harder, not the gentle stroking of Baro and Theo, as though the men believed he might break, but rougher, a swift movement that brought a cry spilling from his lips. He writhed against the sheets, his breath releasing in soft cries and Erin’s fingers kept up a steady movement, before he was filled suddenly and abruptly with something entirely bigger.

The entrance had been so swift, Harry felt no pain as he arched against the blonde now embedded in him, the gentle stretching something he was becoming accustomed to. Erin’s blonde hair fell around them in soft strands, rubbing against his oversensitive skin and making his head spin. The first thrust all but brought him to the brink, his muscles clamping and causing Erin to cry out, a soft sound that was so endearing Harry wanted to hear it again.

He clamped down, his hips moving forward to meet Erin’s as the blonde cried out again, his pale eyes shut tight. He spread his legs wide, his hands gripping Erin’s shoulders as the man bent to bite his lower lip, before his hips began to move in swift, hard movements and Harry lost himself in Erin’s lust-darkened gaze.

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Harry awoke to someone sniffing him.

Disorientated, he swatted out, his nose wrinkling as he turned on his side and burrowed deeper into the warmth that surrounded him. Arms tightened around his stomach, drawing him against a lean chest as a nose nestled in the crook of his neck, breathing deeply.

Harry groaned at the sensation, his body arching against the one behind it.

An answering groan met his, though not from behind and he blinked bleary eyes to see Theo in front of him, completely devoid of clothing and watching him with a wicked smile.

“Why is it every time I have sex you have the indecency to wake me up?” Harry growled the words, his throat thick from sleep and his arm rising to swat once more when Theo pressed his nose to Harry’s hair and breathed deeply.

“You smell amazing... Like Erin and you and sex, all rolled into one. I bet Erin smells the same.”

“You start sniffing me, Theodore and I’ll bite your nose off.”

Erin’s voice was muffled by Harry’s back, the blonde’s breath tickling his skin until he squirmed. “Where’s Baro and Myvi?”

“I’m right here,” Baro’s amused voice sounded from the doorway, causing Harry and Erin’s heads to dart up and watch warily as he moved slowly forward. A shiver ran down Harry’s spine as his position squashed between a very naked Erin and a very naked Theo became all the more compromised. Baro’s violet eyes were dark and a low rumbling purr had begun to vibrate in his large chest.

“Oi!” A female voice that did not belong to Myvi suddenly shouted up the staircase, “Erin, you have two seconds to take this heavy cake off of me and give your sister a hug!”

Erin’s disappointed mewl was matched only by Harry’s huff of annoyance.

“What impeccable timing.”
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