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Lemon Drops and Blood Pops	By : TokiMirage Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 12434 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Lemon Drops and Blood Pops

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Chapter Thirteen:

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Harry rolled over and grunted when he came into contact with another, cool body. Frowning, he opened his eyes and came face to face with Aldon, who lay propped up on one arm, watching Harry sleep. The wizard's frown deepened. Why had he fallen asleep in a vampire's bed again?

Oh yeah, mind blowing sex.

"Good evening," Aldon purred, running a hand down Harry's chest.

The wizard frowned. "Evening? What time is it? I can't have been here that long…"

The vampire laughed. "It's 4pm. We fucked for nearly eight hours yesterday, it's no surprise you're tired."

Harry's morning wood stiffened even more as the memories of the previous night flashed through his mind. He'd been rimmed, blown, tied up, and fucked in more positions than he'd even thought possible. And then after that, Aldon had asked him to do a few scenes, play a few games… and well, let's just say he hadn't had the opportunity to whip someone until they were begging for it in quite some time. And the follow up, being tied down and teased and tortured for an hour… "Huh." Were the eloquent words to come out of his mouth as he flopped onto his back and hissed at the pain in his ass. Damn. Slipping his hand under the sheets, he cast a quick series of healing charms that would get rid of most of the damage. It wasn't a complete cure, but he'd be able to walk at least.

A hand grabbed his cock and made him twitch in surprise, looking over at Aldon. "It looked like you needed help with that," was all the vampire said with a cocky smirk.

Harry contemplated staying there for a short moment. Thought about the sex, the great sex, and all the other tempting things in this house.

And then he sunk through the shadows of the bed and popped back up again near his pile of clothes. "I need to get back," he said shortly, yanking on his boxers and sliding into the rest of his clothes. Before he could get his shirt over his head, a pair of hands landed on his chest and tweaked his nipples.

"No you don't. You could stay," the vampire murmured in his ear.

Harry let out a short, irritated breath. "Listen. It was great, I had fun, but I really do have other shit to do. Responsibilities that I can't just leave for a week in order to have crazy, wild vamp sex with you." Pulling away, he slipped his shirt over his head and tried to brush out some of the rumples. Not much liking the idea of Aldon at his back, he casually turned around to pick up his shoes, keeping the vampire in the corner of his eye.

"That's it?"

Glancing up at the vampire, he was unprepared for the emotion on Aldon's face. He looked almost… disappointed. Sad. The analytical part of his mind immediately attributed it to manipulation. If there was one thing vampires had become very skilled at, it was the art of deception. "That's it. I'm not looking for anything… long term, Aldon." Getting tired of trying to find his wand and holster, he wandlessly summoned them to his hands and strapped the latter onto his arm. Doing a quick sweep of the room, he decided he hadn't forgotten anything, except maybe his socks, but he didn't particularly care what corner those had flown into. Socks were easy to replace.

A hand caressed his cheek. "Don't leave yet," the vampire asked quietly, eyes dark with emotion and brow furrowed slightly, meant to incite sympathy.

Harry had very little of that these days, however, so the effort was lost on him. "I had fun. Goodbye." With a quiet displacement of air, he disapparated.

Upon reappearing in his room at Hogwarts, he looked around the unassuming space and sighed. Chess set, sitting innocently on his coffee table. Dry dishes on his countertop. Open bedroom door showing an unmade bed. It was all so… normal. Simple.

And completely unreflective of the person he was. Scowling, he walked over to his liquor cabinet and pulled out the half-empty bottle of Firewhiskey. He was an assassin with sexual needs. There was nothing wrong with going off for a day and having all kinds of depraved sex. He hadn't been laid in years; it was totally understandable.

Then why did he feel… dirty?

Throwing his Firewhiskey across the room, he watched dispassionately as the glass shattered and the liquid splattered all across the wall. When had a fuck become not enough? He didn't understand this person he was turning into, and it pissed him off.

If only Hermione were there… she'd set him straight.

Darcy and Irene were going to be furious with him for missing Christmas breakfast.

He stripped off his Ash disguise and returned to that of Harry Underwood. Waving the mess away with his hand, he grabbed his work out bag from where he left it by the door and stormed out of his room. He needed to beat the shit out of something. He would have preferred a sparring partner, but he'd have to settle for dummies in the Room of Requirement. One more reminder that he wasn't in his world anymore. That this new world was changing him.

Deciding that walking there would help blow off some steam, especially since the castle was mostly abandoned during the holidays, Harry was completely taken off guard by shouting in one of hallways. Following the racket, he soon came across a scene that made his already simmering blood go right back up to boil.

"-none of your business!"

"None of my business? When spies start traipsing about Hogwarts, of course it's my business," Victoria's snobby voice grated on Harry's ears.

Karl looked positively furious. "Spies? We are not spies! We were hired to-"

"Hired by a teacher who's only been here for three months. He hardly knows what's best for this school. You should just leave, and take your harlot apprentice with you-"

Harry had had enough.

"VICTORIA!" he boomed, startling the woman enough that she actually dropped her wand, which she'd been pointing at Karl. The ward master still looked incensed, to say the least, but backed off as Harry came storming up to her. "The only harlot in this hall is you," he snapped, kicking her wand down the hall, one of the rudest thing a wizard could do. Wands were the most important and coveted tool of any magical human. "How dare you treat our guest with such disrespect. He's doing his best to help guarantee the safety of everyone who walks these halls, including you. So unless you can pull a ward mastery out of your ass, I suggest you shut your trap and do your damned job. And if you can't manage that, then leave, and don't come back until the spring. Your measly core is hardly worth putting up with your awful personality on a daily basis."

The look on her face was so inspiringly shocked that Harry was tempted to take a picture. Instead, he glared at her with his best Underwood glare. If he used his real glare, she'd probably piss her pants and run away screaming 'murderer!'

Finally, after a long silence, she sputtered out an "Well I never!", and continued with, "How dare you speak to me that way!"

Harry snorted, unimpressed with her self-righteousness. "If you have nothing of worth to contribute, and nothing but rude things to say to our warder, then leave," he ordered. He probably didn't have the authority to kick her out or anything, but he was damn sick of her Royal Bitchy-ness.

"I am going to have a word with Albus about your unsightly, rude words to me, Mr. Underwood. I have been a teacher here longer than you have, and I deserve some respect!"

Harry raised an eyebrow. "Oh really. You're such a child you can't handle your own disputes, you have to take it to the Headmaster? What do you think he's going to say when he finds out that you've been slandering the hired help, hm? Did you imagine everything would be cake, smiles, and lemon drops? You give your feminine wiles far too much credit."

Ooh, he could see a sizzle. And steam. Or was that smoke rising out of her ears as her eyes flashed with an icy fury? 'Heheheh. That's right. I just insulted your womanhood. Bring it on, cupcake.'

"What's going on here?" a familiar voice came from behind Harry. Well, it looked like Victoria was getting her wish. Only, she seemed a little gray around the edges… she must need to get her cosmetic charms recast. Bitch.

"Albus, how lovely to see you," Harry broke in before Victoria could even open her mouth. Best to take care of the situation before she could gum it up with her prejudice. "Victoria and I were just trying to settle a dispute, I'm afraid. I came across her being incredibly rude to Karl in the hallway, calling him and his apprentice some rather terrible names. I could hardly stand by and watch her so gravely insult a ward master held in such high esteem. It wasn't right!" Inject just the right amount of self-righteousness and- bingo! 'Take that, ice-princess. I own him. You ain't got nothing on the Underwood.'

When Albus turned disappointed eyes on Victoria, after seeing Karl nod in his imperious I'm-in-fact-very-pissed-off-and-in-agreement-with-the-Underwood-right-now way, he did not disappoint. The sheer waves of dismay rolling off him were enough to incapacitate an army of cockroaches. Thankfully, Victoria was just one cockroach, albeit a very large one, and thus easily incapacitated. She sputtered for a moment, but didn't seem able to gather the wit to craft a response to defend herself.

"I'm very disappointed, Victoria. I had thought you could work past your differences, but I can see that that may be too difficult for you." Ooh, below the belt. Nice, Albus. The stricken expression on her face was so worth running into this shitty problem in the first place. "Perhaps it is best you leave for the rest of the holidays. I will see you again in January," he said, order implied and received, if the downtrodden and furious expression on Victoria's face was anything to go by. Without a word, she spun around on her heal and stormed away. Harry was tempted to cast a tripping hex on her, but held on to his self-restraint by a thread.

Next, Albus turned to Karl. "I deeply apologize for my colleague's malicious behaviour, my friend. It saddens me that there are teachers in these walls with minds so closed."

Karl shrugged. "While I am still upset, you have resolved the situation in an acceptable fashion." He turned to Harry. "Thank you for defending our honour. You are a good man."

Harry, suddenly under the intense scrutiny of two pairs of eyes, laughed nervously. "Oh, it was no problem at all. Glad I could help. Anyway, I should be going, since there was actually something I was going to go do-"

"And what might that be?" Albus asked curiously, nodding his head in acknowledgement when Karl quickly murmured that he had work to do and trotted off.

Harry's mind froze. "Uh, well, I was going to… um…" Beat the shit out of the Room of Requirement? Yeah, that would go over so well.

Albus got a sad look on his face. "Have you been avoiding me?"

Harry blinked. "No." Technically, he hadn't been avoiding. He'd just been having sex for more than 8 hours plus the recovery period… "Why would you say that?" he asked, injecting genuine confusion into his voice.

"I've been trying to find you all day." He was about to make up an excuse when Albus reached into his pocket and pulling out a… present? "Merry Christmas." Tapping it with the tip of his wand, he enlarged it to its original size, which was actually pretty large.

Harry took the present and stared down at it, wondering what in the world could be inside.

"I wanted to give it to you over tea, but as you said, you were in the middle of something," Albus said with a rather blank expression before walking off down the hall.

Harry stared after him in confusion. Finally, when Albus was just about to get out of sight, he called out, "Wait!" The man turned around, and now Harry had to think of something to actually say. "Uh, how about you come over for dinner tonight? Me and the girls? I can give you your present then."

Albus smiled brightly. "Excellent! Shall I meet at your rooms later tonight to floo over?"

"We'll have to side-along. Their house isn't connected to the floo. And yeah, say, meet at six?"

"Wonderful," Albus said with smile, turning around and continuing around the corner.

Which left Harry standing in the hall, alone, wondering what it was exactly that had escaped his notice.

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"Wait, what?" Darcy snapped into their contact mirror with a frown, looking far more irritable than she should have for . Well… she was totally mad he hadn't been over for Christmas morning. He hadn't been in a very good mindset last night, though, so it was probably better that they hadn't been subjected to him anyway.

"I said that I invited Albus over for Christmas dinner. He was rather… dejected about something, and I wanted to cheer him up."

"He's dejected? What about us, you twat! Where the hell were you this morning? I tried to contact you earlier, but I got nothing!"

Harry winced. "I… didn't have a very good night. I'm sorry, but I ended up… sleeping it off. I woke a lot later than I normally do." That was basically the truth. Minus all the fucking.

She frowned, but some of the anger melted off her face. "Well… next Christmas you better be here. Otherwise I'm sending your assassin friend after you."

Oh, how ironic was that. Harry made sure his expression was properly repentant to mollify his favourite dragon. "We can't have that. I'll be sure to be in time for breakfast rum 'n' eggnog."

She nodded resolutely. "Good. Now, when you come tonight make sure you've brought everything. We haven't opened any presents yet."

Harry looked down at the single gift in his hand. He'd had a box of catnip delivered to Minerva ages ago, properly protected by charms to keep Minerva from smelling what was inside it and from destroying it. He imagined she'd had quite the… eventful morning. Suppressing a cackle, he schooled his face into a sheepish expression. "Will do. See you tonight, then."

She nodded again and abruptly cut the connection. Shrugging to himself, Harry slipped the blank mirror back into his pocket. He'd gotten it for them some time ago after Darcy had expressed to him, for the umpteenth time, that he needed to provide her with a way of contacting him that didn't involve emergency firecalling an already-stressed Headmaster.

Though Harry didn't see how she thought Albus was stressed. The man was one of the most chill Headmasters Harry had ever seen. Not that Harry had seen many, but you'd think running a magical school would make you a little more twitchy and a little less… quirky.

Then again, maybe the quirks had become coping mechanisms for the stress.

Not liking the mind-fuck this highway of thought was taking him, he took the next possible exit and headed for the Room of Requirement. He'd been wanting to work off some steam for a while now, and if he was lucky, he wouldn't run into another interruption on his way over there.

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Albus arrived at his portrait five minutes before six and watched in amusement as Harry bounced around the room trying to make sure he hadn't forgotten any extra presents hidden under his bed, the wine, or the red and green slippers that Irene had gotten for him years ago and Darcy had threatened him with castration if he didn't wear come Christmas every year. Harry didn't really mind the eyes on him, strangely enough, and tried not to let himself think about it too much as they walked through the halls, Albus singing some Christmas carols under his breath while Harry ignored his prodding to join in. He couldn't carry a tune in a bucket with five world class singers to help him, so making a fool out of himself like that was out of the question.

As they went through the grand doors that led outside, Harry paused for a moment upon seeing the vast, undisturbed plains of snow on the ground. It had been so long since he had enjoyed this sight last that it tugged at heart strings he'd long thought shrivelled. He had never been a very nostalgic person, but for some reason, being here with a man he had come to know as friend… moved him. They had come to some sort of understanding over the last few months that Harry had come to cherish as much as his past memories of Hermione and Ron and their adventures together.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?"

Harry startled, realizing that he'd stopped on the edge of the snow that had creeped its way up the stone steps of Hogwarts. He turned to look at Albus, who was regarding him with a strange light in his eyes. The green-eyed man turned away with a cough and shrugged. "I guess. It's very… vast." Immediately his brain ran the words through his mind again and he grimaced internally. 'Vast.' That was the best he could come up with?

Albus just laughed, took his hand, and began to lead him through the drifts of snow, casting a spell that made the snow animate itself into little dancing elves and deer in order to clear a path across the grounds. Harry watched the antics of the animations with delight. He'd always found Albus's magic so fascinating as a child, but he'd never been able to truly appreciate it when it wasn't serving the function of saving his life. It must have cost the Headmaster a lot of magic and concentration to keep it up all the way across the grounds, but the older man didn't visibly tire, instead his eyes seemed to become even more vibrant and lively as Harry started throwing snowballs at the elves and laughing when they made affronted faces and started throwing snowballs back. Of course, Harry didn't bother to dodge and instead gloated from behind a wandless shield.

"Don't worry Albus, I'll protect you," he said with a grin as one elf almost clipped the older man in the face with a particularly large snowball. He wrapped his arm around the man's shoulder, and with it, his magic. The slightly taller man seemed to shiver from his cold arm for a moment before he let loose a low chuckle and let the spellwork fade away.

Harry frowned a bit. "Aw, you didn't have to make them go away."

Albus just smiled at him in delight, popping a lemon drop in his mouth. "When your own minions turn on you, it's time to bring the spell to an end."

Harry laughed. "But that was the best part! Reminds me of the monster snowball fights we used to have when I was a kid." He grinned at the memory of the Twins ganging up on Ron and turning him into a snowman, only for Hermione and Harry to retaliate with an army of enchanted snow storms and ice soldiers. Hermione of course had been the one to pull off the ice soldiers. Harry specialty was more ballistics and hammer tactics than the delicate work.

Harry felt the instant they left the wards of Hogwarts, and without thinking about it, he apparated them to the home of his charges. Albus stumbled upon their arrival and the assassin steadied him easily with the muscle mass he'd acquired over the years. "You alright? Sorry if it was rather uncomfortable. I don't side-along that many people."

Albus shook his head. "I was just startled. It was not unpleasant," he said, giving Harry a forgiving smile.

The wizard frowned. "Really? I always found side-along rather uncomfortable."

Albus looked intrigued. "Truly? You must have had a lot of magic from a rather young age, then."

Harry frowned. "What does that have to do with anything?"

The headmaster gave him a funny look. "Are you not familiar with the magical theory behind apparition?"

Harry thought back to his lessons. They never mentioned anything about what Albus was saying. "I was just told how to not splinch myself. Never learned anything about magic having to do with side-along behind uncomfortable."

Albus frowned. "Such a thing is not taught, one grows up having learned it…" Intense blue eyes locked on Harry's face. "Do you find the floo just as uncomfortable?"

"Well, yeah. I try to avoid it. It took me a while to figure out how to stop flying out and landing on my ass."

The headmaster hummed and gestured to the house before them. "So this is your home?"

Harry shrugged. After having grown up with the Dursleys, Hogwarts had always been home to him. "It's the girls'. Come, let's greet them before Darcy blows a blood vessel."

They were halfway up the path to the house when the door flew open and a very unimpressed Darcy stood in the halo of light from inside. "It's about time you decided to- Albus! What are…?" She trailed off, memory flashing in her eyes as she recalled their conversation earlier.

Harry hurried up the steps, pushing Albus along and using him as a convenient shield as their entry shoved Darcy aside. "Why, I invited him! Did you forget already? I suppose you were rather upset at the time. I'm sure you made enough food. You always try to overfeed me, I had to defend myself in some way!" He laughed at the annoyed glint in her eye as she politely greeted Albus like the lady she was and Harry shucked off his coat and boots, dumping them in the closet. "Do I smell what I think I smell?" he asked with delight as he slipped past Darcy easily and made his way into the kitchen, leaving Albus to her tender mercy.

Hey, it was a waste not to make use of a perfectly good distraction when available.

Irene was in the kitchen poking around the turkey that was filling the house with delicious smells. He snuck up behind her and gently tapped her shoulder.

"Hello, Harry," she said quietly with a smile, turning around, completely unsurprised, and hugging him. The wizard wandlessly spelled her hands clean so she could give him a proper hug and not worry about the mess.

"Hello darlin, how are you doing?"

Her small smile widened. "We've missed you."

"You just saw me last night!"

She shook her head. "Darcy is right, you know, you should visit more often. Sometimes we wonder if you're still alive or if that headmaster has hidden you away in one of his dungeons."

"I would hardly do something so cruel to our dear Harry," Albus said with tinge of amusement in his voice as he and Darcy slipped into the kitchen.

Darcy snorted. "Oh, I'm sure you'd never want Harry tied up in your dungeon."

Irene blushed and gently smacked Darcy on the arm. "None of that in polite company!" she chided gently as it clicked in Albus's mind and the older man's cheeks reddened with something not so simple as Christmas cheer.

Harry just laughed at the expressions on their faces and dipped his finger in the gravy cooling on the stove. He popped it in his mouth, humming with pleasure at the delicious flavour. Irene smacked him on the arm again with an annoyed sound and he escaped her threatening wooden spoon to hide behind Albus. The headmaster twinkled at their antics as he stood there, looking a little out of place in the kitchen. Harry decided there couldn't be any of that. "Hey girls, will dinner be ready shortly or shall I entertain our guest with a spot of chess?"

Darcy hummed thoughtfully, looking at the turkey under heating charms and the dessert that still wasn't quite ready. "I'd say you have twenty minutes until the dessert can be put in the ice box."

Harry clapped his hands together. "Lovely! Albus, if you'll come this way, I think you'll enjoy the chess set Irene and Darcy made for me last Christmas. The little figurines are really quite something to play with." Irene had carved the pieces, but Darcy had been the one to enchant them. She was also the one with the sickest humour, so to speak, and Harry was looking forward to the look on Albus's face when they used the set.

He led them into the parlour and pulled out the lovingly oiled case that held one of his most prized possessions. He left it here under his wards, where it was safest. He had a tendency of keeping volatile items in his rooms at Hogwarts and throwing things when he got annoyed, since with magic it was so easy to clean up, but he refused to chance damaging one of those most thoughtful and lovingly created gifts he'd ever received.

"There's some eggnog and rum by the tree if you want to get us some drinks while I set up the board," Harry suggested, motioning to the red and green jug that sat on a small table between the fire and the tree. It had become somewhat of a tradition a few years ago when Irene and Darcy, being the nosy little mischief makers they were, had pulled tales of his past Christmas experiences out of him and found out that he and his best friend used to spike each other's eggnog during dinner on the sly, trying to get each other drunk. After that, Darcy had made sure to always have a supply of eggnog and rum for him. While it saddened him to think that Hermione was no longer here with him, he tried to focus on his fond memories of their time together.

"Eggnog and rum? An odd combination," Albus commented, but nonetheless mixed the drinks with the glasses already set out on the little table.

"It's tradition," Harry explained simply, setting out the pieces with a small smile. He couldn't wait to see Albus's reaction to his awesome chess set.

A glass of eggnog clicked as it was gently set on the table next to the almost-set chess board. Harry watched Albus settle down on the comfy armchair and admired the way the light of the fire nearly lit the man's red hair up like fireworks in the night sky. With a gentle nudge of magic, he fed more wood into the fire and summoned one of the ponchos set on the couch. "Here. Put this on. I know it's a little chilly in the house, but Darcy and Irene seem to think that a little bit of chill never killed anyone's wallet, so Irene knitted these to keep us nice and toasty."

Albus's eyes twinkled in amusement as he pulled the tackily coloured poncho over his head and pulled out his wand to enchant the stars to sparkle. "How do I look?"

Harry glanced up as he put the last piece on the board and laughed at the twinkling stars. "You just couldn't resist, could you?"

Instead of responding, Albus summoned one of the other ponchos and enchanted the trees on it to dance. "For you," he said, making it dance a pirouette through the air to hover above him and then fall gently over his head.

Harry smiled. "Why thank you," he murmured, reaching for his spiked eggnog and taking a sip of the heavenly nectar. "You're white," he explained as he set down the glass.

Albus, who had been looking down at the board curiously, smiled. "I have to admit I wasn't sure, with the pieces being two shades of wood."

Harry laughed. "Yeah, they look rather similar if you're not used to distinguishing wood types because of your job."

The headmaster reached for the first wooden piece and gasped when the little figuring danced out from under his fingers and glared at him. He clapped his hands in delight. "This board is simply marvellous! Where did you get it?"

"The girls made it for me last year."

Albus smiled brightly as he poked at the annoyed pawn. "How do I get them to move?"

Harry laughed. "That's the hard part. Irene can speak to the wood to get them to move, and Darcy did the enchantments so they just do what she wants unconsciously. It's all about intent in magic. Do you know how to..." he trailed off as Albus picked up the idea very easily, getting the pawn to dance to the square he wanted. "Huh. Took me longer than that to figure it out."

Albus smiled. "It is similar to channelling magic through a wand," he said simply, tapping the edge of the board with his finger.

Harry stared down at the finger. "Oh. You know, it never occurred to me that touching the board would make things easier." He moved his piece will taking another sip of spiked eggnog.

Albus watched him with a fond twinkle in his eyes. "And it never ceases to amaze me how easily you wandlessly use your magic. How did you gain this ability, Harry?"

The assassin froze, eggnog halfway from his mouth and a mouthful of the sweet nectar cloying his tongue. He swallowed. How did he keep forgetting to keep this sort of thing under wraps whenever Albus was around? In his classes he remembered his wand, but somehow the headmaster always slipped under his guard. He didn't look alarmed or suspicious, thankfully, but it still irked the assassin in him that insisted any kind of slip of this kind was inexcusable.

Apparently his silence was too long, as a small wrinkle had appeared on Albus's forehead. "I didn't mean to pry, if you are uncomfortable with telling-"

"No, it's okay." Harry panicked. Shit, he hadn't meant to say that. He'd just felt so guilty for making Albus upset, and now the man was looking at him with that annoyingly expectant look. "I've always..." he frowned, wondering how to wrap his entire life magic experience into only a few sentences. "I've always had a strong connection with magic. It just seemed to... come naturally after a while. I had a lot of problems with accidental magic when I was young, and they didn't seem to go away as I got older. Eventually I just learned to channel my anger and emotions into directing the accidental magic in more productive directions and slowly it became more natural to cast that way. I only need to use a wand for extremely complicated spells, these days, but I try not to cast wandlessly too often lest I frighten someone or people start watching me too closely." He gave Albus a look, as if challenging the man to betray his trust. He knew deep down that Albus would never do something like that, but it still worried him that all he had come to build here would fall apart when he least wanted it to. He had come to enjoy living in this world. As much as he loved and missed Hermione, it had been wonderful to get a chance to escape the world's expectations of him and simply be what and who he wanted to be.

Albus simply smiled and made the next move. "I've noticed you do so before, but I hadn't realised it was so easy for you. I've always found wandless casting a rather difficult and stubborn art to master."

Harry's eyebrows rose in surprise. "You can cast wandlessly as well?"

Albus nodded. "I have never found it a natural experience, however. Perhaps you could give me some pointers?"

Harry's lips twitched with the beginning of a smile. "You just saying that or do you actually want me to help you figure it out? I'll warn you ahead of time, though, I've never tried to teach it to someone else before. It's not something that most people want to bother with, and Hermione was always too busy with studying, and her mind got in her way with it a lot."

The headmaster moved a piece in response to Harry's own careless move. "Do you think my mind will get in my way as hers did?"

Harry shrugged. "Well, that depends on how much you think about things and in one way. When you cast a spell with your wand, are you focusing on all the exact wand movements and pronunciation, or the actual moving of magic itself and your intent?"

Albus hummed thoughtfully and pulled out his wand to make the fire in the hearth turn green, red, and blue. "I would say I have equal focus on all aspects. Is this a problem?"

Harry smiled. "That's better than Hermione. She could cast almost any spell if she had all the details about the spell available to her, but give her the patronus charm and she was one of the people who took the longest to learn it. The first step to strengthening your wandless magic is to learn to harness intent and the natural flow of magic more strongly. If you can manage that, then I think you'll find wandless magic easier. It should feel more like breathing and less like something you have to think about, if that makes any sense."

Albus hummed thoughtfully and took a sip from his glass as Harry turned his attention back to the board and tried to think up a strategy with his distracted mind. The headmaster seemed to be following one of his old tactics, so Harry decided on messing with him. Nothing more unnerving for a tactician than trying to figure out the strategy of a strategy-less opponent. Besides the fact that Harry didn't really feel like trying to engage a hundred percent of his brain capacity on Christmas day, the frown lines that appeared on the older man's forehead when he was stumped were just too good to give up. Eggnog and consternated Albus. Lovely dish to be served next to a comfy fireplace.

"And how does one go about finding and amplifying this intent, as you say?" Albus questioned, having finished his turn.

Harry pretended to think about his strategy for a good minute before taking another sip of spiked eggnog and moving a piece at random. "Well, I find having one's own life threatened on a regular basis rather useful. Then there is being perpetually angry. However, I don't think either of those things really apply to you. Your life is hardly threatened by some over hanging Dark Lord at the moment, and you don't strike me as a rather angry individual."

Albus smiled, eyes twinkling merrily behind his glass of eggnog. "Indeed. So, you were a rather angry person, Harry?"

The half-vampire blinked. "I'm still a rather angry person at times, Albus. It's hardly something that goes away."

The headmaster raised an inquiring eyebrow. "I hardly ever see you in a state of upset. Are you sure you haven't grown out of it?"

Harry laughed. He couldn't help himself. Albus arguing after his virtue when he'd slaughtered men recently to keep his girls safe. And he'd do it again, no question about it. If someone threatened what was his, they would reap the benefits of his sword. And in the absence of that, he would figure out the way to destroy them most utterly if necessary. "It depends on what sets me off."

Taking a sip of eggnog, he carelessly moved another piece on the board, trying to suppress his snickers. A glace up at Albus showed the full might of that twinkling intelligence as the headmaster tried to figure out what was going through his mind. Instead of saying a word, he saluted the older man with his glass and gestured at the chess board. Let him try to figure it out on his own. He had no idea what Harry was truly capable of, and he never would.

"Harry, Albus, dinner's ready!"

Harry cast a stasis charm on the board and moved it out of the way. "We'll have to finish our game later this night when the kiddies have gone to bed. I'm afraid they'll hog our attention, demanding interesting stories and such. Watch yourself, or you may not be able to rest your tongue for the rest of the evening." He grinned and scooped up his eggnog before sauntering into the kitchen. "Need help moving anything to the dining room?" he asked Darcy, taking another sip of eggnog.

Darcy gave him a Look before pushing him through the kitchen and into the living room. "Hush. Since when have we ever made you do any work on this day? Let the ladies take care of things for once."

Harry laughed and let himself be manhandled out of the room. "I try to be a gentleman, and this is the abuse I get," he said over his shoulder to Albus, who was watching their antics with an amused smile.

"Women are always right, my friend. Do not have any doubt of that."

Harry laughed. It was rather true that women consistently managed to get the upper hand on him. Just take Hermione. That woman could tell him to tie his shoelaces while upside down and he'd do it for one of her bizarre experiments that only someone of her massive intelligence could understand. That, or she did it just to make him do funny shit. The fact that she often wrote things down had long since convinced him she was getting some sort of use of it, but for all he knew she could have been working on his biography in that moment. He could see it now. Headline: "Crazy shit Harry will do for his friends. If you make this list, your life will be a better place."

He snickered, letting Darcy manhandle him into the seat at the end of the table. Irene took Albus by the arm and led him to the chair at the opposite end of the table, way at the end, and Harry had to suppress his amusement at the slight pout on the man's face when he realized exactly how far he and Harry were sitting away from each other. After being seated, the girls set about dishing out the food until both Harry and Albus were dubiously eyeing their plates and wondering how they'd be able to put it all away.

"So Albus, tell us. How did you find yourself at Hogwarts?"

The headmaster blinked before twinkling merrily. "Why, I received this rather suspicious letter with green ink and a curious-looking shield on the front. Upon opening the-"

"No, silly, she means how did you get your job at Hogwarts. Everyone knows how you get accepted to study there," Harry interrupted, actually wanting to know the story himself.

Albus threw him a pout for interrupting his little serenade and sighed before dramatically picking up his spiked eggnog and bring it to rest under his nose, taking a long, drawn out sniff of the lovely concoction. "It was dark and rather dreary night," he began, eyes twinkling mysteriously over the rim of his eggnog. "I was just leaving the pub after a celebratory drink with a friend who recently won a duelling competition, when I stumbled upon this fellow being accosted by a burglar."

Irene gasped in surprise while Darcy just watched with an intrigued expression. "A burglar! What happened next, Headmaster?"

Albus, with a very grave expression, took another sip of his spiked eggnog. The gravity of his expression was slightly diminished by the rosiness of his cheeks in Harry's eyes, but instead of decreasing his enjoyment of the story it actually made him even more amused. "Well..." he began slowly. "A burglar in Hogsmeade, I thought, what a terrible turn of events. So I immediately stepped in, wand in hand, intent on putting an end to this, only to discover that it was my old Transfiguration professor accosting one of his co-workers, trying to get some sort of letter back. In a fit of brilliancy, I decided the best way to resolve this issue would be to intervene with some dazzling displays of Transfiguration." He paused. "At this venture, I'll have to mention that I had had quite a few drinks and was not in the proper frame of mind to be casting anything of any level of finesse."

Harry snorted at the very proper and almost prim way in which Albus made that statement, the twinkle in his eyes giving away his own amusement at the tale. The girls were on the edges of their seats, eyes wide with the threat of botched magic on the horizon.

When the headmaster took a sip of his eggnog once again, Harry rolled his eyes. "Oh, do get on with it old man. You'll drive the girls spare with your suspenseful tactics. What did you do, transfigure your own feet into hedgehogs?" Harry grinned, baring his teeth and starting in on his potatoes. The girls hadn't even touched their food, but Harry was used to Albus's antics. Either taunt him or leave him to unravel his webs at his own pace, otherwise you'll be stuck in a land of tea and lemon drops until you've been driven mad.

Albus's eyes twinkled even more at Harry's jab. "I'm afraid that's an unrelated tale entirely, my friend."

Harry snorted. "I could see you transfiguring your own feet into hedgehogs because you were high, but doing it while in a proper set of mind is a stretch for anyone to believe. You're crazy, but not that crazy."

Albus gripped his chest, as though wounded. "Harry! That you could say such a cruel thing."

The half-vampire snorted and stuffed his mouth full of some chicken and potato so he wouldn't have to answer that.

"Well, moving along now that that interruption is over," here the girls shot Harry dirty looks, to his alarm, "I was in the alley. My former Transfiguration professor was accosting another fellow who didn't seem to want to relinquish a bit of parchment in his hand. I chose to remove the parchment from the situation entirely." He took a sip of eggnog, and Harry snorted again through his mouthful of potatoes and chicken. The girls shot him dirty looks, again. What had crawled into their bonnets tonight? "I transfigured the parchment into a little enchanted toy soldier that started fighting back, blade in hand and a rather chivalrous disposition." He sipped his eggnog again. "Unfortunately, it appears he was as drunk as me, cussing up a thorough storm in a Scottish brogue that left me in quite a fit." His lips quirked with a small, internal laugh. "My former transfiguration professor quickly reversed the spell and snagged the parchment out from under the surprised man, and ran at me in quite a fury, saying how dangerous it was to cast advanced transfiguration such as that while obviously intoxicated, and then told me to come inside for another drink whereupon he offered me his old position at Hogwarts. See, he had been promoted to Headmaster."

Harry started choking on his potatoes in laughter. "Headmaster Dippet?" That ball-less vermin that had let Tom get away with murder at his own school? Harry could see someone finding entertainment in holding his promotion letter over his head for a laugh. "What happened to the other guy?" he asked, curious.

Albus smiled. "Apparently it was his elder brother. I was not given the details, but I assume they went drinking together to celebrate and the elder brother decided to have a bit of fun. Anyway! That is how I got my position at Hogwarts."

The girls stared at him. "You were hired by a man so drunk he couldn't even use his wand to get back a bit of parchment?" Darcy asked dryly.

Harry started howling with laughter.

Albus looked genuinely affronted. "I'll have you know he was a highly respected scholar during his time."

Darcy snorted, watching Harry have a fit over the turkey he was choking on with some amusement. "You alright there, Harry? I didn't think his story was that funny."

Harry couldn't seem to get the Turkey out of his oesophagus. Getting up from the table, he stumbled into the kitchen and used his magic to forcefully eject the food he'd aspirated. It hit the kitchen floor with a wet plop, letting him continue his laughter. He felt a hand patting his back, and he slowly pulled himself together so he could look over his shoulder questioningly.

Albus was watching him with concern. "Are you alright?"

Harry coughed and laughed again. "I'll be alright. Just inhaled a bit of turkey is all."

Albus's concern grew. "You should have asked for help. That can be dangerous."

Harry laughed again. "I've had worse things to worry about than a bit of turkey. I'll be fine, Albus," he said, pushing himself to his feet and vanishing the mess he'd made on the floor.

"You alive in there, Harry?" Darcy called from the living room.

Harry cleared his throat. "Just choking on turkey, darling, my imminent death is nothing to worry about!" Albus gave him an amused smile. "Let's finish up dinner so we can start drinking already!"

They rejoined the girls at the table and the rest of the affair was far less alarming than the story that Albus had failed to impress them with. It had been quite an amusing beginning to the evening, however, if the sparkles in Darcy and Irene's eyes were any indication.

After dinner, they all gathered in the living room around the fire and tree to unwrap presents. Albus, apparently, had remembered to get something for his girls, and pulled out two ridiculously wrapped parcels with dancing Christmas decorations all over them. Darcy, with an amused snort, put them under the tree and gave Harry an expectant look until he caved and pulled his shrunken presents out of his pocket to be unshrunk and placed under the tree as well. He liked watching how their faces lit up, since he usually bought them things that they could never justify buying for themselves. It helped being a sneaky uber-assassin. Though the Agency probably hadn't had 'extraction of desired gift Intel' in mind when they trained him.

But they had trained him to take advantage of difference in abilities, terrain, idiocy… it was quite a long list, actually, though only the first applied in this particular situation.

"I know you've never been to Christmas in this house before, Albus, so I'll explain the rules. We go in a counter-clockwise circle, and each person picks which gift gets to be unwrapped next. If they pick a gift with their own name on it, they miss their turn. So the trick is to pick a gift that doesn't have your name on it, but you can't look."

The headmaster smiled in amusement. "I see," he said with a grave voice, but his eyes said something else entirely.

"Good," Darcy said seriously, grabbing a present from under the tree and throwing it non-so-gently at Harry. "Here you go, you lazy bum. Happy Christmas."

Harry batted his eyelashes at her. "Why darrrlin', ye didn't haaave ta, I'm s' pleased ye could fin' it in yer hearrrt ta do so," he drawled in an exaggerated southern American accent.

Darcy grinned. "You always sound so ridiculous when you do that, Harry. It's uncanny, the resemblance."

Harry shrugged and grinned. The perks of being an assassin for most of your career. "Let's see what you got for me," he said instead, a small grin on his face as he ripped open the packaging. Only to discover more packaging. He gave Darcy an amused look when he saw her smirk. "You do realize there are spells to divest presents of their multiple layers of packaging, right?"

She just continued to smirk.

"And you do realize I could just slow down my unravelling to the pace of a dead snail, hm?"

Her smirk froze, and he grinned and looked at Albus. "What do you think, my friend? I gauge this present may take a few hours to unravel. Would you all like to suffer that long of a wait until you open your own presents?"

The older man smiled. "I fear that may be too long for any young person. But, we are all mature adults. We should be able to wait, no?"

Instead of answering, Darcy tapped the present with a scowl and the enchantment that had kept it the 'forever unravelling' type vanished. Harry, who had sensed it all along, just laughed and started in on the last layer of wrapping. Opening the lid of the box revealed, he blinked at the sight that lay beyond. He quietly put the lid back on the box and gave Darcy a hard look. "Did you get this for me a while ago? Before you knew Albus would be coming over?"

Darcy stared at him for a moment before her eyes widened with realization and a hand covered her mouth. "Oh- I- I bought it ages ago and I completely forgot-"

At the growing red on her face, Harry just started laughing. "Darling. If I knew you were that concerned about that aspect of my life, I would have bought a similar gift for you."

She turned even more red. "I just meant it as a joke."

Irene and Albus looked between them curiously. "What is it?" Albus finally asked, unable to take the suspense any longer.

Harry coughed. "I don't think that this would suit your delicate sensibilities, Albus, so why don't we just leave it at that," he said, placing the wooden box on the floor. Before he could react, Albus had summoned it to himself and pried off the lid to Darcy's horror and Harry's embarrassment. He blinked at the contents inside before flushing in the cheeks. Quietly, he put the lid back on. Awkward silence ensued.

"Well." But Albus couldn't seem to articulate exactly what he wanted to say, and Harry didn't know how to diffuse the situation either.

"Look, I just meant it as a joke, I mean, you're way too tense and strung up all the time Harry so I figured maybe it'd... help?" At the look on Harry's face, she just reddened even more. "But I mean, if it bothers you, you can throw it away, I mean, I never meant to imply that you're- I mean..."

Poor thing. She was just digging herself a deeper hole. Harry couldn't suppress his snickers any longer. Finally, he just burst into laughter. "The looks on your faces... Poor Irene doesn't even know what's in there, too!" He collapsed over the side of the chair, howling in laughter. "I mean, Darcy! What ever made you think I needed a dildo?"

Her face flushed even more. "It was green."

He fell off the chair, clutching at his stomach and wheezing.

"Your favourite colour is green!"

Albus joined in, chuckling a little bit. "It's black, actually."

He face screwed up. "It was funny at the time!" she shouted, storming out of the room in enraged embarrassment.

Harry just continued to slowly asphyxiate on the floor, tears streaming from his eyes as he struggled for breath.

"You alright, Harry?" Irene asked in concern. "Your eyes are bleeding."

Immediately, Harry stopped laughing and wiped at his face. He'd gotten carried away. Thankfully, there didn't seem to be too much blood, so he just vanished it. "Must have been a trick of the fire," he said blandly, taking a sip of his spiked eggnog. "Irene, it's your turn next, isn't it?" he said, snatching the box out of Albus's hand and banishing it to his room.

She nodded, flustered as she picked a random present from the tree and checked the name. "To Darcy, from Harry."

Hearing her name, Darcy came back into the room, still flustered and flushed. Harry just grinned, while Albus's eyes twinkled.

The rest of the evening had far fewer surprises, with Irene having gotten Harry a few books to help with his school work and Darcy having bought him some new clothes, saying that he didn't buy himself clothes often enough and she couldn't stand him coming into work looking like a bum. Harry had just laughed and pulled off his shirt to put on the silk green shirt she had purchased for him. It looked rather amusing with the ragged pants he wore beneath, but they were too comfortable to change out of. Darcy had just given him a dirty look as he chuckled and put his poncho back on top of the soft, silky shirt.

Albus had gotten him a bag of candies, some of which were blood flavoured. Harry had laughed and popped one in his mouth, pretending to make a disgusted face at the girls when Albus wasn't looking. If the twinkle in his eye was any indication, he'd noticed anyway.

After the presents had been put away, the girls headed upstairs, wanting to call it a night. Harry wished them a good sleep before summoning the chess set back from where he'd left it and set it on the table. "Your move," he said.

Albus smiled and shifted a piece without appearing to think about it. That would be like Albus, thinking through his strategy during dinner time.

Harry sipped his eggnog, now more rum than eggnog, enjoying the burn on the way down and the pleasant floaty sensation of his brain. Finally, he moved a random piece again and watched as his queen was taken, not particularly caring.

The older man watched him, but said nothing as Harry moved another random piece and took Albus's bishop. The game ended rather quickly after that, as Harry was more than drunk at this point. Albus appeared to be a little flushed, but not nearly as far gone as Harry. Though, to be fair Harry had drank almost an entire bottle in the last few hours.

"So, Harry," Albus said as he settled next to Harry on the couch. "Do you often receive such gifts from Darcy?"

Harry snorted out a laugh. "She likes to pull out shit like tha' all the time, e'er since she found out my persuasion," he slurred a bit, head nice and warm, fire nice and warm, and poncho nice and warm as he basked in the drink and company. He could almost forget that Hermione wasn't here. Almost.

"Do you ever make use of her gifts?" Albus asked, voice soft and nicely mellow in the flickering firelight and light of the Christmas tree.

"Sometimes," Harry murmured, taking another gulp of his eggnog. "But she really doesn't know what she's lookin' for. I mean, I'm way past simple dildos." He snorted. Vanilla sex he could do, but it had been a long time ago that he left himself that as the only option.

Albus hummed and put a hand on Harry's knee. The wizard blinked blearily down at it before shrugging it off and taking another drink. "Last year she gave me books jokingly, but when I pointed out some things the writer had gotten totally wrong, you shoulda seen the look on her face." He snorted out a laugh. "She may know girl sex, but she sure don't know nothin' bout guy sex."

"And you are quite knowledgeable, are you?"

The hand on his knee had started kneading, distracting him from his train of thought for a second. "Uh, yeah. I've done it a lot."

"With how many people?"

Harry had to think about that. "For work or for fun?" The hand paused, but Harry kept going. "I don't really count. Haven't been that many people I have sex with for fun."

"What do you mean by 'work'?"

Harry giggled. "Can't tell you that, that'd be telling!" He took another gulp of his eggnog. Something in the back of his mind was itching at him, but he was so warm and happy and buzzed that he shoved it away. Couldn't he have a break from life once in a while?

"So, you haven't had many partners then?"

"Not really. I mean, the occasional fuck buddy yea, but a real partner? Been a while. Last one didn't work out." The hand on his knee was trailing up his thigh now, gently petting on the way up. Finally, it seemed to click in his mind, and he turned his attention to Albus, suddenly a lot more sober. "You wanna fuck me?" he asked, confused as to why Albus would be doing this otherwise.

Albus made a soft sound of disapproval. "Such crude terms," he murmured, his eyes twinkling as they captured Harry's own and his face drew closer. "I do not simply wish to take advantage of you, Harry."

Harry frowned, confused. "So you don' wanna fuck me?" He gasped as a hand grazed the line of his hardening shaft, losing balance slightly and tilting to one side. He suddenly found himself divest of a drink, but he didn't really care as that teasing touch continued. Albus was saying one thing and doing another. It was confusing the hell out of him.

"I never said that. I would like to... partner you, Harry."

"Partner?" Harry blinked. "Why the hell would ya wanna do somethin' like that? I'm not..." He frowned, trying to remember why he shouldn't be having sex with this man when his body just kept screaming for it. "You don't want... I've got... issues." Yeah, that about summed it up without explaining the... complicated... assassin... bits... and time... He arched up into that devilish touch with a whimper, the entire atmosphere coming together and making him hornier than he'd been in a long time. He just wanted- he wanted- he couldn't figure out what he wanted but really didn't want that touch to stop and and-

A mouth covered his own, warm and soft against his overly sensitive flesh. He gasped as masterful lips smoothly, slowly, and patiently plundered his mouth, the pace so completely different from what he was used to that he was grinding up into the teasing hand after only a few minutes of the brutal torture. He tried to force things faster by biting and using tongue, but the tantalizing lips would only pull away and that smooth mellow voice would make a sound and all he knew was that it meant he couldn't have more and he wanted more-

The world spun and the next thing he knew he was grinding into a warm body beneath him on the couch, panting and horny and really just wanting to get them out of these clothes-

A hand came to his shoulder and pushed him back, holding him still. He growled, teeth bared with annoyance and eyes glowing with his ire.

Blue eyes, twinkling but also worried. "Harry, slow down."

Harry did as asked, pulling back with a scowl. "Why?"

A hand of long fingers came up to caress his cheek, and he bent into the warm, soothing touch, eyes closing slightly at the way the magic beneath lovingly lapped at his own. "Because I want this to be something special and unhurried."

Harry made an impatient sound. "But I'm horny."

That lovely mellow voice chuckled again, "I know, but you have to do this for me, okay? I wouldn't feel right if we just jumped into things."

"But why?" Harry demanded impatiently, nipping at the hand that caressed his face. "I've never liked slow."

Blue eyes burned with an inner fire as he kissed and licked that hand. "I want to light you on fire," the voice promised lowly, the arousal colouring it making Harry's own body quiver in response. "I want you to burn up on the inside because of me, so please... let me...?"

Harry frowned before getting up off the man below him. With a wave of his hand, he banished the immediate furniture around the fire and closed the doors to the living room, locking them with a twist of magic. The next thing he did was conjure a carpet of fur on top of a thin but suitable mattress. With a grunt, he flopped back onto it and crossed his arms behind his head. "Well? Get on with it then."

Albus slowly sat up from where he'd been pushed back against the couch, looking a little startled. Harry checked back and realized he'd cast and moved a speed that wasn't really human. Hm. He should probably stop that if Albus wanted his 'slow.' He grimaced. He'd never liked slow. It was always so awkward and-

Albus slowly stalked up to the bottom of the impromptu bed, a complicated and dark shadow in his eyes. Just as Harry began to feel uncomfortable, he kneeled at the end of the bed and slowly made his way up Harry's body, teasingly caressing his legs and sides as he went until finally, he stood kneeling above Harry, legs on either side of the half-vampire's hips, one elbow holding most of his weight as he reached behind Harry's head, gently shifted the other man's hands away, took a hold of his hair, and brought his head up for a gentle, agonizingly slow kiss.

The burn of Harry's arousal was almost painful at this point, but he used every ounce of his self control to keep the discomfort at bay. He'd been conditioned to be able to turn his arousal on and off at will after that one job, but after the other night his internal systems had been completely fucked up beyond recognition, and he was finding even the simple act of keeping his dick from bursting difficult. Albus didn't seem to notice his plight, slowly fucking his mouth with lips, tongue, and teeth until Harry's discomfort actually started flirting with the pain meter. Finally, he started undressing Harry, pulling the poncho slowly over his head, trailing kisses on his face and neck as he did so. Harry bit his lip to keep the arousal and slight pain at bay, breathing as evenly as he could. He liked pain during sex, but it depended on how it was done. Finally, the man started unbuttoning his shirt, trailing more kisses and gentle bites and licks down his chest and across his nipples as they were revealed. He paused, paying particular attention to the line of Harry's hard-earned pectoral muscles and driving Harry up to a 2 as he went.

Finally, he divested Harry of his shirt and pulled it off, running his hands up and down Harry's sides and making the more muscular man burn and quiver with iron control. He had to keep it together. Had to keep it slow. The way Albus wanted it. He'd never manage slow himself, so he had to force himself to just lay here and it was driving him crazy as he tried to buck into the body above him and Albus would just 'tsk' gently and hold his hip down until he bit a hole in his lip and closed his eyes and looked away, chest heaving with every breath.

"You have no idea..." Albus said softly, trailing a finger down Harry's navel and to the edge of his beaten up pants, "...how amazing it is that I can do this to you."

Harry wasn't finding it that amazing, as the pain teased at his senses and warred furiously with the arousal burning every nerve in his body. He just wanted Albus to do something. Cut him, fuck him, suck him, anything to disrupt the sensations spinning around and around on the wheel in his brain. Finally, he cracked. "Please..." he said softly, so softly that Albus didn't hear him the first time. Closing his eyes with a grimace, he repeated his plea in the human range of hearing. He'd been under Aldon's hand only a day ago and he hadn't felt this out of control. Why was that? He couldn't figure out-

"What would you like, Harry?"

"Please, can I come?" he asked, iron clad control the only thing keeping him from bursting.

But Albus just smiled benevolently at him. "I haven't even done anything yet. Be patient."

Harry bit his lip and sucked on the blood to keep himself focused. "Mmmm." 3.

Slowly, Albus pulled off his pants until all that lay beneath were his tented boxers. Just as agonizingly slowly, he pulled the boxers down until the source of Harry's pleasure and pain bounced free. Harry watched through bleary eyes as glowing blue orbs looked down at him appraisingly, a slow, pleased smile curling the man's lips. "You're beautiful," he murmured, taking Harry's hard shaft in hand, making green eyes roll into the back of his head. The relief of pleasure mixed with the pain, making it even more exquisite as his body couldn't decide which feeling it liked more.

Slowly, Albus stroked, occasionally teasing with a lick to the slit to gather the copious amounts of precum leaking down his shaft and lubricating the firm but slow tugging. His balls tightened as he kept himself from coming. 4.

Albus went down on him with no warning, surround his flesh with warmth and wetness, and the pleasure tore at him as his pain blew the number chart and sent him spinning on the path of ecstasy, ripping a sob from his throat as he almost flew out of control. He could feel warm tracks falling down his cheeks as he reached the end of the line, barely coherent enough to remember he wasn't supposed to come. The rules of the games ran in the back of his mind as the rode the wave of overwhelming sensation and gods but sex with Aldon hadn't put him in such a state-

The warmth stopped abruptly, and Harry's chest heaved as he tried to bring himself back under control.

A gentle finger came to his cheek and brushed the wetness away, prompting Harry to open his eyes. He knew they glowed because when they had been closed, his eyelids had been green instead of red, but somehow he couldn't bring himself to care.

"Are you alright, Harry?"

The half-vampire moaned, eyes rolling back as he tried to bring himself back enough to speak. Albus was purposely trying to torture him.

"What's wrong? Did I do something wrong? Why are you crying?"

Harry had to pry his teeth apart in order to speak. "You…" His throat collapsed under the pressure bottled up within him, and he had to try again. "You wanted it slow."

"What about that bothers you so much?" Albus asked, genuinely flabbergasted.

Harry tried to figure out what string of words would communicate what he needed in the shortest amount of time. "I'm half-vampire. I have stamina like- It… I'm fit to burst, -"

"It hurts? Well come then, I never meant-"

Harry didn't hear the rest as the blood rushed to his ears and he bowed off the bed as he came, the orgasm burning through his every nerve until he felt as though his dick had exploded. Sobbing with relief, he curled onto his side as shudders wracked his body, a second orgasm quickly following the first as he buried his burning face in soft fur and tried to bring his body back under his control. It refused, however, still hard and quivering from his last orgasm.

As he came back to the world of the living, he found a hand stroking his back and a warm body at his front. The alcohol had finally started working its way out of his system, and Harry was alarmed to see the situation he had fallen into. Abruptly, he sat up and pulled away, wiping his face of bloody tears. Albus took a hold of his arm in a gentle grip, though, and stared him down with those soulful blue eyes.

"What just happened, Harry?"

Harry bit his lip. "I let you play a game in my drunken state, but you don't know all the rules," he murmured, averting his eyes.

"A game? Harry. Please, just explain in clear terms."

The half-vampire grunted in frustration. "I'm a half-vampire Albus. I can suppress my libido most of the time, but once I'm turned on I can't just turn off again. Vampires have... far more stamina than humans. When we play in sex, we always make sure the take the edge of first. It can be... painful, not being allowed to come, and I mean, I can enjoy it but I was so close to the line-" His eyes blurred again. "This is why I usually want to top, it's just easier that way. You don't want- this. Me. It's too complicated and- "

A pair of lips gently descended on his own. "That's for me to decide," he said softly, and Harry couldn't help but meet his eyes, guilt tearing at his insides. His past and secrets were burning a hole in his gut.

"You don't know what you're asking for."

Albus smiled. "That's what a relationship is all about. It's a discovery."

Harry stared. "You want..."

"I want you, Harry. You are an amazing person, and I want the time to get to know you more... intimately."

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So, you all have ShadowFoxTrulsRohk to thank for this long awaited update. You are very charming. :D Thanks hun for reminding me that not all people who want updates are angry at me for having a life. Your little flash of RL got me at the end of my music related schoolwork, and now I just have some final language exams to suffer through before I'm done for the term. Anyway, I couldn't sleep and I'd bought and downloaded Write or Die, and I have to say, that is one of the most useful programs every. There's nothing more motivating than having a really shitty violin screeching at you when you stop writing for too long. I wrote 2k in 50 min. :P Anyway, I hope that this meets your alburry quota, serves as a suitable xmas present, saves your sanity during exams, reduces trauma, rescues you from the SPN fanfic out there, and gets you horny for your anniversary with your bf. My glorified writer spirit was indeed renewed.

Happy holidays, everyone

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