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Draco Malfoy & the House of Seraphim	By : KaliDiah Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > General - Misc Views: 20461 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: I have edited the first chapter, but only the Author's Notes.

I have attempted, from the beginning, to keep any smut contained in their own separate chapters. So, from now on, any chapter containing any graphic sex will be marked with a double-asterisk (**). Therefore, if you do not wish to read that sort of thing, then you can skip any chapter on the drop-down menu that is marked as such. Anything interesting that may have happened otherwise will be summarized prior to the following chapter.

WARNING!!!

The following chapter contains graphic depictions of sex between two males, as well as between a male and female. If these things upset you, you are welcome to skip this chapter, and wait for the next one to be posted. I promise, it won't be long before the next one is up.

With that said, if you don't mind it, read on.

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Draco was drowning. Or somewhere with very high air pressure. Whatever it was, it felt as if something was pressing in on him, across every inch of his body. He struggled to move, but his limbs refused to respond. Oh, gods, he thought. Did it not work? Did the poison fully paralyze me? He began to panic, when he suddenly felt something grab a hold of him and pull. He wasn't sure which direction he was being pulled. It felt like forward, up, and around, all at once.

He gradually felt lighter, and a tingling swept through him. He still felt as if something was holding him down, but he could finally move his limbs. He tried each finger, then his hands and arms. He wiggled his toes and smiled. The poison had definitely been neutralized, and he was once again fully mobile.

He then became aware of sounds, most of which he couldn't identify. One was a slight droning rush that reminded him of traffic, from when he had ran away. Cars, he thought. There also seemed to be a low hum he assumed was some manifestation of electricity. There was no breathing though, and no heartbeats -- and where did he get the idea that he should be able hear heartbeats? -- so there was no one else in the room. Well, no one living, in any case.

He slowly inhaled. He was a bit disconcerted about his not needing to breathe, but did it anyway. During one of his discussions with the vampires, they had said that sometimes vampires will still continue breathing for a decade after they've been Turned, strictly out of habit. Even now, both Spike and Angel sometimes breathed when they didn't need to. With another deep breath, a slight musty and dusty smell surrounded him, interlaced with the scent of clean sheets and ... Spike. How he knew it was Spike, he couldn't tell. But, he knew it was Spike.

This brought him around fully. He opened his eyes to the darkness of the room, and was startled that he could see almost perfectly immediately. He scanned the room quietly, and was more than a bit alarmed to realize it wasn't the same room he had died in. Sure, the furniture was the same, but their arrangement was different. So were the dimensions of the room. And somehow, he just knew he was higher than just two floors up.

He turned to the source of the weight holding him down. Spike slept soundly beside him, his arm draped across the younger man's stomach. Draco smiled. Had Spike been there the whole time? Exactly how long was "the whole time"? Regardless of how long he had been out, he was quite sure that Spike hadn't moved from his side. His smile widened as he gazed at his Sire.

Sire. He was a vampire now. As every moment passed, he could feel his power awakening. He could feel it surging and swirling through his veins, in place of the blood that had once pulsed there. He could also feel Spike's presence in his mind. It wasn't obtrusive, and he knew he could block it out whenever he wished. However, he didn't think he'd ever wish to. It was thrilling having someone this close. He inspected that new presence, and gave it a slight mental nudge. As he had hoped, Spike stirred beside him.

As Spike wearily lifted his head, Draco murmured, "Hullo."

It took Spike a couple of moments to register what was happening, but once he did, he broke into a wide grin. "You're awake!" he cried.

Draco smiled as well. "Seems so, yes."

Spike paused a moment. He then sat up and gazed down at his Childe. "And you've still got your soul!" Draco nodded. "I told you it would work! I told you I told you I told you!" He then lunged at the younger blonde and enveloped him in a tight hug. Luckily, Draco was stronger than he previously was, and breathing was no longer imperative, as the older vampire was practically on top of him, using his full weight to (unintentionally) squash Draco into the mattress.

Even so, Draco allowed himself to melt into the crushing embrace. At first, he buried his face into Spike's shoulder and inhaled deeply, memorizing his Sire's scent. He then turned and began to nuzzle Spike's neck, suddenly feeling the urge to bite.

"Hungry, pet?" Spike asked softly with a slight chuckle.

Draco paused to think about it before answering, "Not really. Just want to ... nibble."

This elicited a soft growl from Spike, and Draco took it as permission given. With blunt human teeth, he gently nipped at Spike's neck. Then he did it again, and again, and again. The growls grew a bit louder, but were still gentle. He let his tongue flick out over what he guessed had once been Spike's pulse point, and he responded by tightening his hold. Draco tried it again, and got a strangled moan as a reward. This could be fun.

Spike moved until they were both on their sides, facing each other, though Draco didn't move from the vicinity of Spike's neck. He went back to the playful nips, and fought to keep himself under control. His Sire's arousal hit him from several different directions, and it was proving difficult to keep his own mind. He could smell Spike's desire, even as it sang in his head. If he could feel Spike's want, could he feel Draco's?

"Yesss," Spike hissed in his ear. "I can feel you in here, love. I can feel how much you want me."

Draco couldn't catch the whimper before it left him, and it gained him a chuckle in response. Before he even realized what was happening, he could feel his canine teeth lengthen. Power surged through him, as well as a desperate need. Alright, maybe he was a bit hungry. It just wasn't the kind of hunger he was used to.

"Drink, Dray," Spike whispered. "Don't be afraid. You won't hurt me."

"You sure?" Draco asked, not quite accustomed to such long fangs.

He could almost feel Spike smile. "Draco, I can assure you that you drinking from me will only bring me pleasure."

Draco didn't need to ask what kind of pleasure. He remembered those few minutes from the Turning ceremony. He nodded and licked his preferred spot once again. He then closed his eyes, and slowly closed his mouth onto his Sire's neck. He felt his teeth break through Spike's skin, then the flesh underneath. He instinctively sucked, and tasted a slight trace of blood.

"Bring in your fangs, Dray," Spike commanded gently. "If you keep them out and in the flesh, the blood is blocked."

Even still clamped to Spike's neck, he nodded. He concentrated on reducing the size of his canines, and after a few moments he succeeded. Suddenly, his mouth was awash with the taste of blood, and somehow, it was much sweeter than when he was human. He began to draw on the small wounds in earnest, though he was careful to not leave a bruising mark.

"That's it. Take all you need. I can get more." Spike placed his hand on the back of Draco's head, pulling him even closer.

This only spurned Draco to forego his prior care, and he decided that Spike might look quite nice with a bruise on his neck. He sucked hard, causing Spike to gasp. In some corner of his mind, he became vaguely aware that he was still naked, and it only excited him more. Not releasing his hold on his Sire's throat, he began to wriggle and kick until the sheet that had covered him had slid off. Now completely free, he slung his leg up and around Spike's hip, making the other vampire groan.

Draco's hunger for blood subsided as he continued to drink, and soon he felt satiated. But even as he laved the puncture wounds closed, a new hunger welled up inside him. He moaned softly as he pressed himself against Spike, trying to convey his need.

Luckily, Spike understood perfectly. With his hand still on the back of the boy's head, he directed Draco around to face him. They locked gazes for a moment, azure and silver, and their bond began to feel palpable, as if it were a physical thing. Oh, how Draco wanted it to be a physical thing. Spike, most likely hearing his Childe's silent and wordless plea, moved in and kissed Draco.

He had expected it to be hard and harsh, so Draco was quite surprised when it turned out to be gentle. Spike tenderly kneaded Draco's lips with his own, not demanding a thing. The Slytherin sighed, and Spike took the opportunity to nibble lightly on the boy's lower lip. His hand left Draco's head and traveled down his back, agile fingers tracing lazy patterns as it did.

Then, without warning and with a speed Draco didn't even know existed, Spike hauled him over until he was straddling the older vampire. The kiss was deepened, and Draco couldn't help but grind against Spike as he felt his Sire's tongue sweep through his mouth. He didn't even mind the abrasive feeling of Spike's jeans against him; in fact, it only served to turn him on more. He worked himself into a rhythm until his entire body was rocking to and fro.

Spike moaned into the kiss, letting his hands move farther down. He lightly ran a finger down Draco's tailbone, making him shiver. He then gently began to scratch the area.

"How did you know?" Draco gasped as he began to writhe atop his Sire.

"That you liked this?" Spike purred, obviously enjoying the wild reaction he got from that one simple action.

Draco could only growl as another shiver shot through him. Both Blaise and Draco had found out that Draco loved to have his tailbone scratched quite by accident when Blaise drew a nail across the area, causing Draco to gasp and tremble. After that, Blaise took every opportunity to do it, sometimes by dragging Draco into secluded alcoves and lifting his shirt ...

He was brought out of his reverie by a sharp smack on his arse. "Excuse me," Spike growled, "but as hot and fun as that bloke seems to be, you are here with me. Not him. When you're alone in your own bed, you can think of him doing all sorts of naughty things to you. But in this bed, when you're with me, you will think of me. Not just because I'm your Sire, but because it's rude otherwise."

"I ... I'm sorry," Draco said softly. He was embarrassed that Spike had caught him in such thoughts. But, even more than that, he was terrified that he had upset Spike to the point of not wanting to continue with where they had been headed.

Spike smiled at him then. "It's okay, love. Just don't do it again." He brought Draco down for another soft kiss, this one deepening quicker than the first.

"Is there anything I can do," Draco murmured into the kiss, "to make it up to you?"

Spike pulled back and regarded him with a steady gaze. "You don't have to ..."

"I want to." Oh gods, do I ever!

Spike flashed a lascivious grin. "Well then, perhaps you should determine your own punishment."

Draco looked at him incredulously. "Limitations?" he asked, unsure.

"With me? None."

Draco's mind ran wild with steamy images. All of them would be enjoyable for both of them, but there was one thing he really wanted to do.

Most people who were willing to give head didn't really enjoy it. They did it for their partners, and that was about it. Draco, however, relished it. This was another thing discovered with ... no, he wasn't going to go there. Instead, he concentrated on removing his Sire's clothes. They were rather in the way of what he wanted to do. But even as much as he wanted to find out what his Sire tasted like (aside from his cinnamony kisses), he was determined to take his time.

Sitting up, he slipped his hands underneath Spike's always-black t-shirt and began to caress upwards. Soft skin over hard muscle seemed to blaze at his touch. He got his hands up to Spike's chest before the other vampire sat up as well. He raised his arms over his head, allowing his Childe to pull of the cotton garment. Of course, they were once again close together, which meant they really should start the whole kissing thing again.

As his mouth was once again devoured by his Sire, he couldn't help but touch every inch of newly exposed skin, save Angel's tattoo. That was not his, and therefore he had no right to touch it. But every place else got careful attention from Draco's hands. It was clear that Spike enjoyed it, as the kiss grew more fervent.

Spike then laid back down, bringing Draco with him. Again Spike's hands drifted down the boy's body, not stopping at the tailbone this time. Instead, he massaged Draco's arse, making him moan. He could feel Spike's fingers work their way inward with every stroke, and had a pretty good idea of what Spike wanted to do with those fingers. The question was, did Draco want to let him?

Draco really, really, really wanted to give his Sire head, but he also wanted to find out what Spike's fingers could do to him. He decided that perhaps he would let Spike work him over a bit, a preview of what would inevitably come. Not letting go of the kiss, he again began to grind against the other vampire.

Within moments, Draco felt a finger lightly drift across his opening, making him groan. He suddenly wanted to feel that finger inside him more than anything. He would thank Spike later, in a very pleasurable way. But right now, he wanted to be filled.

"Want this?" Spike whispered, once again brushing against Draco's entrance.

"Yes," Draco hissed before diving his tongue into his Sire's mouth. He felt something gently caress his cheek, and when he pulled back, Spike slipped his right index finger into Draco's mouth. Draco obediently sucked, twirling his tongue around the digit.

"Mmmm, like that," Spike purred. "Now, if you do that somewhere else ..."

"One of my favorite things," Draco mumbled around the finger.

"Good," Spike said as he withdrew his finger and returned it to where it had been teasing Draco. "But, that can wait. Right now, I want you to cum." Without further pretense, he pressed his finger past the tight opening and didn't stop until it couldn't go any further.

Draco let out a long groan. It had been a while since someone else had touched him that way, and the fact that he had been fantasizing about Spike for the past couple of months made it that much better. When Spike started to slowly glide the finger in and out, he began to pant heavily and grind harder.

"More?" Spike asked. With Draco's nod, he urged the boy to repeat his ministrations on his left index finger. "God, can't wait for you to do that to my cock," he growled as he brought his hand down and added the second finger.

Draco gasped and arched his back. He kept rocking to and fro, causing those fingers to drive deeper. He was moaning almost constantly now.

"Nice and tight," Spike groaned. "Feels good, Dray."

The raw desire in his Sire's voice was so overwhelming it was almost painful. Yet he didn't want Spike to stop talking to him. He wanted to hear how good he felt, how badly Spike wanted him, what Spike wanted him to do. He conveyed this yearning as best he could across their link, hoping Spike got the message.

"Did you do this to yourself when you thought of us?" Spike asked.

Draco hadn't expected that question, but the fact that Spike was interested turned him on. He locked gazes with the older man and said, "Yes," his voice steady and heated.

Spike grinned evilly and removed his fingers, making Draco whimper. "Show. Me," he commanded.

His voice echoed through Draco's very soul, and he felt absolutely compelled to obey. He took the first two fingers of his own right hand into his mouth and made a show of moistening them. Spike muttered something unintelligible, but did nothing to interrupt. Draco then reached back and pushed his own fingers inside. He remembered the first time he did this while dreaming of the vampires. It had given him one of his greatest orgasms. But even then, it was nothing compared to this. Somehow, he was far more sensitive to the touch, and as he quickened his pace and strove to drive deeper, his moans became more frantic.

He was there, in bed with a half-naked Spike, who, by the way, had just had his fingers thrusting into Draco's arse. He could feel Spike's erection bulging through his jeans, and he rubbed his own against it as he continued to finger himself. How he had been able to contain himself this long was beyond a mystery to him. To say it all felt good was a massive understatement.

"That's it," Spike whispered into Draco's ear. "Make yourself cum for me."

Again that deep voice cut through him, making him shiver. He shifted slightly, changing the angle of penetration. Doing so caused him to hit that spot he loved so much, that spot that made him scream. And scream he did, Spike encouraging him all the while. The pleasure finally built to overpowering levels, and he just couldn't contain himself any longer. With a cry he was sure people on the other side of town could hear, he came hard, coating his Sire's stomach and chest with it.

He panted still, and continued to move his fingers inside himself, relishing the aftershock. He again met his Sire's gaze and didn't relinquish it, even as he continued to writhe with the final eddies of his orgasm. Finally, he removed his fingers and used his arms to hold himself over his Sire.

"Damn," Spike breathed. "Remind me to make you cum like that as often as possible."

"And why is that?" Draco asked softly, a predatory smile on his lips.

" 'Cause you are bloody beautiful when you do."

"Liked that, did you?" Draco murmured, leaning down to flick his tongue across Spike's lips.

"Ohhh, yeah," Spike answered with a wide grin. "Not as much as you did though, I'd wager. Looks like you got over your embarrassment."

"Oh, look at that, so I did." He smiled again. They gazed at each other in silence for a few moments until Draco remembered his previous plans. In one fluid movement, he pushed himself down Spike's body until his face hovered over the other man's crotch. He looked up at his Sire, a Slytherinic smirk on his face.

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Angel tried to control his breathing. True, he didn't need to breathe, but it was the only thing keeping him sane. He had tried to get into a meditative state, but Draco's cries had made it quite difficult. Luckily, things now seemed quiet in the other room, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Of course, he knew Spike, and he knew that respite would be short lived. Still, he allowed himself to loosen his death grip on Harmony's sheets and tried to clear his mind.

He glanced over at the girl, deathly still. Her golden hair fell around her face, and a tiny smile graced her lips. When he had drained her, she had actually giggled. Now she rested peacefully, and when she woke, she would have her soul. And, according to her, he'd get a surprise.

He knew damn well what that surprise was. Her desire had virtually screamed in his ears as he bathed her, and it was a true testament to his own control that he didn't just take her then and there. She was beautiful, and actually pretty damn brilliant when she needed to be. Besides, he wasn't gay. He was most definitely bi. He grinned and snickered before returning his gaze to the ceiling.

He then screwed his eyes shut and groaned. "Not again," he complained as he heard Spike's moans start from the other room. As he threw a pillow over his face, a small voice inside him chided, Serves you right, after putting Draco through it after the Mating. He sighed deeply again. I am so going to get them for this.

Angel was slowly giving way to insanity. He could feel his Mate's pleasure, and through Spike, he could feel Draco. It was becoming far too much for him.

Suddenly, a new consciousness crept into his mind. He turned and met the pale blue eyes of one Harmony Kendall ... his Childe. She smiled at him, first warmly, then seductively. "I can feel them," she whispered.

He tried to chuckle, but it didn't quite work right. "You're lucky," he said weakly. "You were out for the first of it."

She mock pouted, and Angel couldn't help but think it was adorable. "Awww. Is poor Angewus fwustwated?" she asked.

"Ohhh, yes," he whimpered.

She smiled again. "Well, if I remember properly, I was going to give you a surprise."

He rolled to face her, propping his head up in his hand. "Why yes, I do recall something to that effect." He grinned, then winced as a particularly loud cry came from the other room.

She moved to her knees and sat back on her heels. She then stretched languidly, causing the only thing covering her naked form (a simple sheet) to completely fall away. Either she wasn't aware of this, or she perfectly was and was showing off. Either way, Angel could not complain. She looked down at him and grinned. "See something you like?"

He licked his lips. "Oh, yeah, darlin'. Always did. I was just bein' all gentlemanly an' stuff."

"You really are Irish, aren't you?"

He feigned offense and said, "You doubted?" When she only giggled in response, he rose himself to his knees as well, grabbed her around the middle, and kissed her hard. She wasted no time in granting his tongue entry, and he swept through her mouth like a hurricane.

She moaned as his hands traveled, seemingly everywhere at once. When he finally pulled away, he grinned down at her. "Sugar," he purred.

She blinked at him in confusion. "Huh?"

"Your kisses," he murmured, lightly licking her lips. "Taste like sugar."

"R-really?" When he nodded, she giggled. "Yours taste like peaches."

Angel roared with laughter as he pulled her down to lay beside him. "So I've been told," he growled, before kissing her again. He was already two thirds of the way to sex-crazed -- perhaps three fourths -- so he decided to not bother fighting it. Hell, Harmony was willing, Spike wouldn't have a problem with it, so why not just roll with it?

"You really are a lovely thing, you know that?" he purred to her.

" 'Bout time you noticed," she replied with another giggle.

"Oh, my dear, as I said, I always knew." He nipped her neck. "It was just never the right time or place or circumstance. You know that you and I could never have a romantic relationship. Just wasn't in the cards. But this ..." he said, tugging on her earlobe with his teeth. "This we can have. This is what we were meant to be."

He gently placed his hand on the back of her head, and drew her lips to his neck. "Drink from me now, sweet Childe."

She wasted no time in driving into his neck, yet her suckling was gentle and caring. He smiled.

"You've been away for so long," he whispered as she drank, the words creeping forth from some deep portion of his soul. "I have missed you, my dear." He felt her ease up on his neck, and pulled away to look in her eyes. "But you're home now, where you belong."

"I ... remember. Sort of. Not with memories but ..."

"Feelings?"

Harmony nodded. "Yes. Intense ones. Love and loyalty and just ..."

It was Angel's turn to nod. "I know. So strong, a little overwhelming."

"It'll keep getting stronger, the more people we bring in, won't it?"

"Most likely." He kissed her lightly again.

She sighed and smiled. "This is nice."

He grinned. "Which part?"

"All of it," she said. When a rather loud groan came from the other room, and both were assaulted by the combined pleasure of Spike and Draco, she purred, "Particularly that."

"Does seem like fun, doesn't it?" he asked.

"Yes, it certainly does."

He kissed her again, and began running his hand up and down her side. "Perhaps we should try it ourselves."

"Absolutely."

"I was hoping you'd say that," he breathed as he hurriedly began unbuttoning his shirt.

She grinned seductively at him. "Yes, well ... surprise."

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Spike was flying. In a not-leaving-the-ground sort of way. But what Draco was doing to him at the moment was enough to send him straight into the astral. He hazarded a glance down at his new Childe, and almost died ... again. Never had anyone given him head with such fervor before. He watched as Draco frantically moved up and down on Spike's cock, one second sucking hard, the next second twirling that wonderfully talented tongue around it. Even as the elder vampire let out a low moan, he couldn't tear his eyes away.

"You weren't joking when you said it was one of your favorite things," he whispered.

Draco stopped suddenly, granting his Sire with a fiery gaze. Slowly, he traced the flat of his tongue up the length of Spike's shaft, making him groan, his eyes never leaving Spike's. "You tell me," Draco purred. He repeated the action, and crooned, "Does it look like I was joking?"

Spike grinned. "Not in the least," he growled, entwining his fingers in that platinum hair and pushing him down.

Draco took the direction easily, and went back to work. Spike didn't remove his hands from the boy's head, and gently pushed him down. "Oh, fuck," he gasped as Draco took him deeper. "Angel is gonna love this!"

Once again, Draco pulled up and smirked. "You want to watch me suck your Mate's cock?"

It was such a simple question. But that voice, those eyes ... "Oh, God yeah. Yer a li'l closet freak, aren't you?"

Draco's grin widened. "Closet, abandoned hallway, unused classroom, underneath the tables in the Great Hall ..."

Spike chuckled deeply. "We are definitely related."

Draco gasped, and a half-horrified look crossed his face. "You're right!" He pulled back and sat up. "I forgot! This ... this is so ... wrong!"

Spike was too shocked to speak. He was just receiving the blow job of his unlife from one of the most beautiful creatures on the planet ... and now said beautiful creature was freaking out because they were related. He was about to whine, complain, yell, anything to get that boy's mouth back on his cock.

Suddenly, Draco's expression swept from appalled to feral. "Makes this that much more fun." Another fluid movement and he picked up where he left off, making Spike cry out.

"You {gasp!} sick little {groan} bastard!" he shouted.

It was clear that Draco was in control of the situation, and Spike wasn't quite sure how that had happened. He had clearly been in control when the young blonde was straddling him, fingering himself into oblivion. But now, with that sweet wet mouth wrapped around him, Draco had his Sire right where he wanted him: writhing and thrusting and begging for more.

Draco again let go, this time grabbing a firm hold of Spike's shaft. He moved up, bracing himself on his free arm as he leaned over his Sire. "And you would have me change?" he asked, his voice hard and commanding as he glared at his captive.

"Never in a million years," Spike growled.

"Good, because I like me."

"I kinda like you, too," Spike moaned as Draco quickened his pace.

The young blonde's eyebrows shot up. "Kinda? Only kinda?" He moved to straddle Spike's thighs, never letting go. With a quick movement, he brought their erections together, wrapped both hands around them, and started pumping. He thrust into his hands, causing Spike to do the same. "I'm going to have to work harder then. I don't want you to kinda like me."

"What do you want me to do, then?" Spike asked, panting hard. The sight before him was just too beautiful to deny. Draco's pale skin glowed with power, and he could feel the young wizard streaming through his mind. He could feel the Slytherin's own pleasure, his desire to give over to total abandon.

"I want you to want me," Draco answered simply, thrusting harder.

"I do want you, Draco." He wrapped his own hands around Draco's, continuing to thrust himself.

"I want you to love me."

"And I do love you. So much, in such a new and amazing ways. I can't imagine life without you."

"You'll never have to," Draco whispered. The certainty of those words touched Spike deeper than anything ever had before. "You'll never be alone again." And there was something strange about Draco's voice. It was his own, but it sounded as if someone else was speaking with him. "You have Angelus. You have me. You have Harmony. And you will have Little Brother. We will always return to you." His eyes blazed gold.

Spike's eyes grew wide. Something in his mind clicked. "You ... you don't know that," he stuttered, knowing full well that Draco did.

Draco smiled a wicked smile. "Dear William," he whispered, "there is precious little I don't know." With that he dove down and ravaged Spike's mouth.

Spike wrapped his arms around the young man that possessed him so. The young man who most likely would do the same to Angel. Because, she had always been like that. But this would be different. There would be no insanity, no dancing in circles and talking of singing stars. There would be no teasing or arguing. It would be the three ... no, five, with Harmony and eventually Connor ... the five of them. Balanced, loving. The way it was meant to be.

He rolled over, never tearing away from those soft lips. Finally, Draco was beneath him, and he slowly pressed into him. He threw his head back as he closed his eyes tight. The tightness that suddenly surrounded him was exquisite, and he was determined to take his time and enjoy it for as long as he could. As he started a steady rhythm, he slowly opened his eyes and met the amber gaze of his Childe ... his Dark Prince.

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Angel had nearly forgotten the pleasures of a woman, but Harmony was doing her best to remind him in full detail. She was currently straddling him, riding him into oblivion. They moved easily together, as if they had been together for years. With his hands on her hips, he thrust up into her with as much force as he could, and she took it with no complaints.

Angel was happy. Extremely happy. Perfectly, even. He had his Mate, he had his Childe, and he had Draco. He had friends he could trust and depend on. He was going to go to Hogwarts and make a difference again. He was making love to a gorgeous woman. His life was better now than it had ever been.

"I meant what I said," he crooned. "I have noticed you. Thought of you. Fantasized about you."

"You have?" she asked as she drove herself down on him and swiveled her hips.

"Oh, yes."

"Tell me," she demanded, kissing him on the cheek.

"Let's just say, it involves us working after hours in my locked office."

"Behind the couch?" she asked with a giggle, reminding him of the one time he and Eve had had sex during a Halloween party. Both were under the magickal influence of course.

"No," he answered, tightening his grip and thrusting upwards as hard as he could, causing her to squeak. "On the desk." He leaned up and met her halfway in a kiss. "God damn, Harmony! No wonder you were the first one Will turned to when he became corporeal again!" He moaned rather loudly then as Harmony picked up her pace.

"Are you enjoying your surprise?" she purred.

"Oh, fuck yes." He then wrapped his arms around her waist and flipped them over. "I'm hoping you'll surprise me on a regular basis."

She smiled slightly. "This was going to only be a one-time thing ..." she began.

"No," Angel whined. "Please ..." He began pounding into her.

"Well, if you're going to beg ..."

And beg he did. "Please, Harmony. I want to feel you wrapped around me again. I want to hear you moan my name. You feel and smell and taste and sound so good. There's no way I'm going to be able to settle for just once." He continued to drive into her.

"Well, I have reason to rethink my position," she gasped.

He began thrusting harder. "Oh, and what reason is that?" he asked, his pleading tone replaced by a predatory grin.

"That," she groaned, losing herself to the sensation. All thoughts of "just once" were completely obliterated.

"Good. Now that we've got that settled, what say I fuck you through the mattress?" he growled.

"Oh, God, please, yes!" she screamed as her bed rocked to near breaking.

Angel chuckled. "Well, if you're going to beg ..."

She giggled for a moment, the said, "Promise me one thing."

"Anything, Sugar." He smiled down at her slowing his pace a bit.

She smiled at the new pet name. "Promise that, before you go to Hogwarts for the year, you and I will work late some night."

He lunged down and sealed her mouth with his. When he broke free, he grinned again. "I'll be sure to clear off the desk."

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TO MY REVIEWERS

Silver: I'm going to try to update sooner from now on. I had hit writer's block, but it's seemed to have been cleared out, so I should be back on a more regular schedule. Glad you're enjoying it! :)

Aimee: My dear, sweet Aimiekins, that's "Queen of the LITERARY Mind Fuck,"� luv. I'm glad you still enjoy it, even though you've already read it.

LissaRiddle: Yes, I'm a twit, but I'm a CUTE twit. ;) I hope you weren't disappointed with all that happened when Draco woke.

EscagirlUK: :::huggles Doyle plushie::: Yeah, I lurved Doyle too. But even with him gone, it's a good series. I would suggest renting later seasons first though, before buying. Just in case. As for Draco and Harry ... not in this story. Of course, there are at least two more to come after this. Ya never know.

TP: There will be much incognitoness. He's gonna be a nice li'l ace in the hole. As for the pet, she's gonna be very kewl. And there's a LOT going on with the Scoobies-turned-Fang Gang. Buffy and Willow are gonna be sorry they turned on them. :)

Warconq: Actually, I haven't received any flames yet (for which I'm grateful). A lot of impatient reviews, yes, and I can't blame them. I was slacking for a while. As he's a vamp, Draco would usually stay 16. However, something will be developed later to help alter his appearance, as to not raise suspicion. And the glint in Fawkes' eyes was angry, not evil. That actually is an important difference. Get ready for a wild rollercoaster ride, guys.

Vigilante: I know precisely how you feel. :D

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