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Perfect Bliss (REVAMPED)	By : TheGreatAng Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 89572 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 18
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Alstair was dreaming, imagining, something. He was sure of it. Why else would Marcus’s – no, not just Marcus’s, his submissive be here, standing not two feet away from him as he stood looking out at the night sky from his and his mate’s shared bedroom. The red-head was staring up at him wide eyed and red cheeked, making his freckles across his nose and cheeks stand out even more.
“What are you doing here?” Alstair asked, his voice sounding neutral despite the shock that was flowing through him.
The red-head’s, Ron his name was, ’As if I could forget.’ eyes widened as the vampire spoke, his face turning even redder. If that was even possible. “I-I was just, uh, exploring…” He began; then something changed in his face. His eyes seemed to darken and Alstair could see the faint beginnings of his siren markings coming out on his skin, “Sorry,” Ron began, his voice sounding anything but sorry, “I suppose I followed the wrong link. I’ll just go to one of the others.”
As Ron turned to make a show of “leaving” Alstair sighed. He reached out lightning fast and grabbed the young man’s as gently as he could while still stopping him, “Wait,” He said, his voice lighter, “I’m sorry. I’ve had a terrible past few days, but I had no right to take it out on you. I was honestly shocked that you sought me out. Marcus and Braiden are much less….abrasive.”
After a moment Ron turned back to Alstair, pulling his arm out of the vampire’s grasp, but not making a move to leave just yet. “I wasn’t looking for one of you in particular. Like I said; I was exploring.”
There was a pause where neither one of them knew what to say next, but despite this the entire situation didn’t feel terribly awkward like either was expecting. They seemed to be content to stand there and observe one another. Though the more Alstair examined his new mate the more he had to fight himself so that he didn’t reach out and just touch. The vampire wasn’t exactly sure if touch from him would be wanted, especially because of the last few days.
Ron was tall, maybe only an inch or two shorter than Alstair who stood at 6 feet 2 inches. His hair was a shade of orangey red that reminded the vampire of blood oranges. Its length was similar to Braiden’s in that the red-ish locks were long enough to cover his ears and travel down the back of his neck. Only Ron’s hair had to be tucked back every couple of minutes so that it didn’t cover his ocean blue eyes. He was more lithe than his other three mates, but the subtle outlines of his body beneath rather baggy clothing – which Alstair was definitely going to remedy – showed a fairly tones build. Ron wasn’t as toned as Marcus of course, hardly anyone was, but the muscles were still there.
Alstair was taller than Ron, though not by much. Ron found that he could easily look the other man in the eye without much trouble. Where Ron’s skin was fair from his Irish, English, and Scottish heritage, Alstair’s skin held a light-medium tan. The vampire’s hair was dark brown, short on the sides and back, but long enough on top to be styled out of his eyes in a loose coif. His face was all hard angles and defined lines that Ron was pretty sure would cut someone if they touched. Alstair’s eyes were pools of dark blue that almost seemed to swirl as you looked into them.
Alstair sighed softly, wishing that Ron had decided to do his exploring at any other time. The vampire wasn’t in his normal flirtatious and playful mood. Marcus had been very enthralled by the latest addition to their already giant family and had had little time to spare for his immortal mate. Especially when Nora was still hostile towards the vampire whenever he walked near a room she and the baby were in. Claudius and Viktor had been allowed to see the mother and child a few days ago, but Alstair was different.
Nora and Alstair hadn’t been enemies or anything, but it wasn’t a secret that Nora didn’t really like the vampire to begin with. That was on top of the fact that he wasn’t blood related to her in some way. All of this made it so she was aggressively territorial whenever Alstair came around her baby. So the vampire had taken to stay in the bedroom that he and his mates had chosen as their own.
Braiden was playing mediator and doctor all at the same time; making sure that Alstair was alright, scolding Marcus for unintentionally ignoring the vampire, and tending to Nora and the baby. It had gotten to the point where Braiden was becoming so frazzled that he didn’t even recognize when Alstair was lying to him anymore.
Alstair may have been tough, but it still hurt to be ignored by both of his mates. The mixture of hostility and ignorance brought up memories of the family and of the sire that he had left behind. All of this made his mood understandably darken to the point where he had begun to wish that he could just be somewhere else.
The vampire had only turned back to the window for a moment, intending to gather up what little courage he had left to start a conversation with his youngest mate before turning back around. He hadn’t felt the shadows pulling towards him. The soft thrill that came from Ron sounded shocked and scared; which made Alstair tense. When he whipped around to see what had scared the siren he blinked in shock. No longer was he standing in his own room, but in a bedroom that he had never seen before.
The walls of the bedroom were an off-gold color with redwood trimming around the windows and the floor. Outside of the windows was a landscape that he didn’t think he had ever seen before. The bed was much too small, but it was what was on the bed that had his eyes widening and his eyebrows rising.
It felt like seconds had only occurred between the shadows wrapping around Alstair and Ron waking and sitting up in his bed. For a second he was disoriented, but he had the sense that something wasn’t quite right in his room. Then his eyes locked on the other figure – the vampire – his mate – that was standing next to his window looking just as shocked as he was.
“Alstair?” Ron said, his voice hesitant, like he wasn’t sure if the vampire was actually there or if he was seeing things. Then all hell broke loose.
Suddenly four house elves appeared in Ron’s bedroom and charged at Alstair, tiny brooms in hand. Motsy was in the lead as they began smacking their brooms against his legs, shouting things like “Be gone intruder!” and “How dare you enter Master’s house without permissions!” Then Ron’s door was flying open.
Harry ran into the room, his eyes black as night, claws and teeth extended. His eyes caught sight of Alstair and a low growl ripped from his chest. Seeing Alstair’s eyes bleed red Ron knew with startling clarity that this wasn’t going to end well. Jumping out of bed he managed to wiggle his way passed the house elves attacking his mate and stood in front of the man. His heart was beating hard against his chest as he raised his arms to show that he wasn’t armed and stared at his best friend. He just hoped that Harry could tell friend from foe when he was this enraged.
“H-Dom! Stop!” Ron yelled, not noticing that a low hum had begun to rise in his sub-vocal cords. “It’s okay! He’s my mate!”
Slowly Harry’s shoulders relaxed and lowered from their tensed-and-ready-to-strike position. His eyes faded back to their natural green color, but the suspicion didn’t leave. The house elves had seemed to stop attacking as well once their master had calmed down. At least, there weren’t any brooms trying to get in between the siren and the vampire anymore.
“Calm down, love,” A velvet voice spoke softly in Ron’s ear, causing shivers to run up his spine, “You’re affecting the elves.”
Ron’s brow furrowed and he cautioned a glance down at where he had seen a couple house elves in front of him. The little creatures were twirling and stumbling, holding the brooms in their hands like they were still going to try and hit something, but the dizzy looks on their faces proved that they could barely see straight let alone aim. A gentle touch from two larger fingertips to his throat brought Ron’s attention to the vibration of his vocal cords and the low trill he had been sending out subconsciously. Concentrating, Ron struggled to stop the sound, only able to completely turn off the trill after a couple of moments and whispered words that e barely registered in his ear.
“Sorry, mates,” Ron said, his voice apologetic as he looked down at the house elves who were now blinking up at him in tired confusion.
Alstair himself was having a bit of trouble focusing, and it wasn’t just because of his little siren’s close proximity. No, his eyes were practically glued to the face of the Darverius he had broken into the room in a protective rage. If the similarity of this young man to that of someone he knew and thought to be long dead wasn’t disturbing enough, the fact that Ronald had called him “Dom” made the vampire’s stomach clench and twist.
This couldn’t be who his mind was screaming at him that it was. But the evidence was there, literally glaring at him from across the room. This kid looked like a younger version of Dorian with a more delicate nose, fuller lips, and a slightly different jaw structure. Alstair could tell all of this because he was a vampire and he had a thing for remembering faces, but the resemblance was startling nonetheless.
“Your name.” Alstair all but demanded, drawing a concerned look from Ronald and a narrower glare from the Darverius he was questioning, “What is your name?”
“Alstair…” Ron’s voice held a warning that the vampire ignored.
“Harry Potter,” The Darverius across the room all but sneered at him, but Alstair immediately shook his head. He knew that name. Ron had told them that was who his friend was, but the vampire wasn’t going to buy that for a second.
“No,” Alstair firmly stated, “Your real name.”
The glared narrowed more, though Alstair wasn’t exactly sure how, but he still managed to get his answer, “Dominick,” and all the air seemed to be sucked out of the room. Which was fine, since he, you know, was a vampire and didn’t breathe, but it still sucked.
“Dominick,” Alstair whispered, in shock of the confirmation of what his brain had been telling him, “Dominick Corvus….” His voice trailed off as images of a tiny little baby rapidly flew into his mind’s eye. He had been so small that Marcus hadn’t dared to touch him for the first few days. The big oaf had been afraid he was going to break the tiny infant with one touch. Alstair had stayed back in the shadows, knowing full well how territorial Darverius could be over their children. Then Bellatrix - beautiful Bella with a smile so bright it made his eyes hurt – had called him over to meet his nephew and Dorian – the sarcastic asshole of a best friend if he ever had one – had just raised an eyebrow as if to question why the vampire exactly felt the need to hide from a baby.
Dominick had been the first baby that Alstair ever held, and it had been terrifying, awe inspiring, and heart wrenching. And Dorian had started joking with Marcus that Alstair wanted one of his own; which honestly had been the furthest thing from the truth and yet everything he had ever dared to dream about all at once.
Then Dominick - little, tiny, itty bitty, infant Dominick - had been stolen away in the middle of the night. They had all been looking, searching far and wide, for so long that no one had noticed that after a few months Dominick hadn’t been the only one missing. Ilizabeth had nearly torn apart the entire country looking for her son, and considering they lived in Russia that was saying something.
The recognition that was shortly followed by confusion on Dominick’s face only served to further confirm Alstair’s thoughts.
“Fucking hell….”

I'm going to do a few of these shorter chapters to see if I can't get back in the swing of writing steadily again. As usual you can email me at johnson.angel39@yahoo.com and I will put you on my update list.
Edit: Please note that I am a full time college student who has a lot of health issues. I work three jobs just to pay for food and it's getting to the point where I can't even do that. I write for fun, not to get critiqued. I'm glad people have taken so much interest in this story that they want to let me know when something doesn't quite add up, but it doesn't actually help when I can barely get into writing this story again. My head is concentrating on the current plot points that this story is at, and coming in with a correction that you want to see NOW-RIGHTFREAKINGNOW-DAMMIT from the first two or three chapters pretty much makes me start second guessing this whole story. Plus being rude about doesn't help and only makes me mad. >.<
I have gone back and edited chapter 3, dear person who has made multiple accounts to tell me how bad I messed up over and over again. Hopefully it meets your standards. If it doesn't. Sorry, but I have a life outside of this story. You'll just have to wait until it's finished and go back through. As I have said before, this story is unbetaed. I'm not looking for a beta. I'll go back eventually and re-edit all of these chapters, but right now I'm concentrating in writing updates, working almost 30 hours a week, going to class full time, trying to sleep more than 3 hours a night, and maybe eating once in a while.
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