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Strange Seduction	By : TransientTemptation Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 163170 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 23
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Harry felt a pair of cool, slender, but strong hands wrap around him and sighed. He leaned back against the chest behind him and let his own hands rest on his swollen stomach. “Mm, you’re doing so well,” a familiar voice said beside his ear. Harry smiled and opened his eyes to spot the green-eyed boy with slender black tentacles sprouting from his back. The boy was playing happily with an entire family of dolls. The cool hands of his incubus slid over Harry’s stomach and the Boy-Who-Lived shuddered slightly. “This one will be just as beautiful.”
“Yes…” Harry murmured as he felt familiar tendrils slide up his trousers to twine around his legs. Harry’s hand rubbed over where his incubus’ egg was sitting and let his eyes close again. He moaned softly and let his head fall back as the strong tentacles slipped inside of his well practiced backside.
“You will give me many children, Harry,” the incubus murmured. Harry sighed and let his legs part in open invitation.
A loud baby’s crying sudden ripped through the air. Harry woke up with a gasp and a hard on. He shook his head hard, trying to dislodge the rather disturbing dream. There was no way that would ever happen. He wasn’t going to be some breeding egg layer for some rotten incubus who wouldn’t even show his stupid face.
More than a little aggravated from the dreams he’d had, he shook his head again and got out of bed. He quickly threw on his robe and made his way out of the room to where the baby was crying in the spare bedroom that Hermione had helped him turn into a nursery. The dream Harry had just had was even more disturbing than the usual ones involving James’ ‘father’. Usually those were just outright sex dreams that left Harry with wet sheets. But that one hadn’t really been sexual at all. Though it had been achingly intimate in other ways.
Harry went to peer into the crib at the far end of the room and instantly teary green eyes were fixed on him. Harry sighed and rubbed his face. Those eyes were killers he’d found. Despite every intention Harry had he couldn’t find a hint of malice in them, only adoration and joy. It would have been much easier on Harry if James had been as cold as he imagined the incubus to be. James squirmed and whined in his crib and Harry bent down to pick him up.
He’d only had James for about a month since he’d been told the consequences of not keeping him but they’d already managed to fall into a routine. The longer James went about seeming like a normal boy and not the spawn of some incubus the more and more relaxed Harry became about the entire situation. It was surprisingly easy to forget the boy wasn’t entirely human when he giggled happily and his green eyes glittered like emeralds.
He was almost entirely like a normal baby if maybe a touch more developed. He also possessed the rather disturbing ability to always wake up crying when Harry had a wet dream or was aroused in any way. It was the one incubus trait that was clearly identified and it bothered Harry immensely.
Harry put James against his chest and made his way to the kitchen to give the nearly two month old his bottle. He had a feeling it wasn’t really what James wanted but he wasn’t going to give James what he probably did want. It was sick and perverted thing for a baby, no matter if he was an incubus. He would just have to wait until he was a teenager to be involved in things like that. At least if Harry was the one that was going to be raising him, which was clearly what the incubus had intended for a least a while.
Harry prepared the bottle one handed and went to sit in the living room while he fed James. He was somewhat tired of waking up to the screaming of a baby but he’d gone with little sleep before so he was sure he would be alright. What wasn’t alright was the increasing number of times he would dream about the incubus. It was as if the bastard was tormenting him without even being in the house. It was frustrating as all hell.
What was even worse was that someone had apparently gotten wind of James over at the Daily Prophet. Though the exact way he’d come into being was speculated on and all the options were nowhere near right, it had apparently been clear enough that he was Harry’s son. That had led, naturally, to entire sacks of letters and presents and other things that Harry had had to deal with. Most of the letters were kind and encouraging but a few were venomous and spiteful. Apparently there had been some sort of crush a lot of girls had had on him? He didn’t really understand it but didn’t figure he had to since he couldn’t do anything about it.
The gifts had been wildly ranging from extravagant and entirely unnecessary to sweet cooked goods from little old witches. A lot of it he’d donated to orphanages and such since Hermione had already taken care of getting everything Harry would need.
The Prophet was forever trying to get an interview again but Harry had stopped responding altogether now. After five no’s he’d think they’d get the hint. He was rather surprised that Draco hadn’t been quoted at any point. He’d expect the Malfoy git to be right on the front lines with all sorts of sordid details about Harry’s pregnancy and inability to stop the incubus. But the blonde had been uncharacteristically mum about the whole thing. It was a little suspicious in Harry’s mind but he didn’t really have time to think on it too much.
Harry glanced over at the coffee table where the latest article about him and his son was splattered across the front page. In big bold text was the title ‘Boy-Who-Lived Has Heir’ followed by a picture of James’ birth certificate that Hermione had insisted on filing. Something about needing it later on in life. It clearly stated James’ full name date of birth and Harry as the father. Nobody had been listed as the mother, which had caused quite a stir. There was endless speculation about it and several women had come forth and claimed they were James’ mother. But they were all so easily seen through Harry doubted anyone didn’t realize they were lying. Besides, the fact that nine women were claiming it at once made it quite obvious that at least eight of them had to be lying.
It had gotten bad enough though that Harry’d had to issue a formal statement saying that James’ mother was never going to be coming forward and any witch who claimed to be Harry’s mistress was lying. It hadn’t put a stop to the fakes but it had reduced them.
Harry sighed some and glanced down at the boy in his arms who was finishing off his bottle. His eyelids were starting to drop a bit and Harry couldn’t help but smile a little. He wasn’t really as bad as his nightmares had warned about. He was actually rather adorable. Especially in moments like this. Harry still reminded himself constantly that James had a sinister side to him but it wasn’t always easy. Harry was beginning to have a sinking feeling that he wasn’t going to be able to help falling for the little guy.
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