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Deatheaters and Necromancers	By : bagoftois Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 23442 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 12
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The day had been a very interesting affair for the Potter-Snape-Lupin family. The trip to the zoo was exhausting as Teddy pulled Harry and Severus from cage to cage and exhibit to exhibit. The reptile house was Harry’s favorite because he got to talk to some interesting snakes and get some interesting stories about the humans who came into the shadowy enclosure. Apparently humans thought that this was a nest and mated in the corners. Harry had laughed at the information and shared it with Severus. The vampire only nodded and smirked.

When they returned home there was an early dinner feast waiting for them and a proud Mitzy. Severus was treated to a creamy potato soup and white wine. Harry and Teddy got to feast on roasted chicken and potatoes, steamed vegetables, and an apple crumble cobbler.

When it was almost time for the promised car to arrive there was a knock on the door. Severus was the only one available to open the door, as he was the first one dressed and ready, while Harry helped Teddy dress and finished dressing himself. Severus opened the door to two tall men, one with sandy brown hair, sun kissed skin and deep brown eyes and the other darker skinned with dark hair braided in rows with the ends trailing down his back. Severus smiled in appreciation. He sensed the animal that lurked below the surface and figured Jean-Claude had made good to send them the local Ulfric. Either one of the men was a sight better than Greyback had been.

“Good evening, I assume one of you is the Ulfric?”

The two men looked at each other the sandy haired one replying, “I am Richard Zeeman, Ulfric for the Thronnos Rokke Pack. This,” he gestured to his companion, “is Jamil, my skoll.”

“I am Severus Snape and the two noisy brats coming down the stairs are Harry Potter and Theodore ‘Teddy’ Lupin.”

The two giggling males came down the stairs. Teddy looked up at the taller men giving them a big smile. Harry eyed them a little more deeply and seeming to see something he approved of nodded his head and stuck his hand out to the men.

“Nice to meet you. I told Teddy he might be meeting some other wolves tonight.”

“Uncle Harry likes you. He’s blushing.” Teddy whispered to the two guests.

“Well they come with good references. Remember Jean-Claude and Asher from last night? They are friends.” He told Teddy and pushed the boy forward to greet the older men.

“Hi, I am Theodore Lupin, but you can call me Teddy.”

Richard looked at this odd family. The small young man with the emerald eyes, the stoic vampire with eyes dark as obsidian, and this small pup without a pack with caring honey eyes, they were a mismatch of beings that should not be, but were clearly a caring family unit. He felt a little empty with the relationships he had beside this family. The other people around him supernaturally were power alliances and just happened to be cordial, most of the time.

Richard wanted to know what he would be assimilating into his pack. He let the reins on his wolf filter out to test the little lukoi that stood before him. Richard looked up at the sharp intake of breath that came from the green eyed young man. His emerald eyes going wide and then closing on a groan. Teddy, however, stood taller and straighter as he looked Richard in the eyes with a hard stare. This little wolf was pure alpha in the making. Richard smiled and put the reins back on his wolf energy.

“You must warn me when you are going to do that.” Harry sighed with a goofy smile. “I am very sensitive to magical energy, especially earth energy. Sev, I think I need a moment to collect myself. Show them in and I will be back down in a moment.” Harry turned quickly and ran up the stairs to the slight chuckle from the vampire.

“Welcome to the pack Teddy. We are glad to have such a strong wolf join us.” Richard took a seat opposite Teddy while Jamil stood at his back to watch the room. Richard looked up at Severus and saw the pride in his eyes as he looked at Teddy.

“Were his parents alphas?” Richard asked.

“His father was not part of the British pack he associated with due to differences with the Ulfric, but I would say Remus was a very dominant person, except when Tonks put her foot down. Their courtship was very difficult, but she prevailed in the end.” Severus seemed like he wanted to laugh, but remembered something and didn’t. “His mother was a witch, not a werewolf. We thought he would be spared the wolf, but a year after he was born he had his first transformation. He has excellent control of his wolf.” Severus spared a smile for Teddy, who beamed at the praise.

All the men turned when a flushed and slightly embarrassed Harry came back down the stairs and entered the room. “I am sorry about that; I haven’t had an episode like that since Teddy got control of his wolf and shields. Shall we head out?”

All of the men headed out of the house. The two adult wolves were surprised when no one turned to lock the door behind them. A quick question was answered by Harry waving his hand and saying, “If anyone gets in they won’t get out.” They quickly made it to the limo that awaited them and climbed in to take the long drive into the city to the Circus.

The show had been quite fabulous in Harry’s opinion; even Severus had cracked a genuine smile. Teddy had stared the whole show with his mouth agape, only closing it once the clapping from the crowd started. He had jumped to his feet and screamed his delight and amusement. Shortly after the applauses died down Richard and Jamil escorted them to a steel door that opened to a dimly lit hallway. The hallway ended in a stone stairway that led down into an underground.

“Where are we headed? It feels like I am back home headed to the dungeons.” Harry laughed at the quip, but saw only Teddy and Severus had gotten his reference. “The dungeons were the bowels of the castle I spent most of my life, this is a comfy reminder.”

Richard looked a bit put out by the statement, “This is a comfort?”

“Believe it or not, it is. Just don’t ambush me with a potions lesson.” Harry laughed again at his wit, but the others let the comment go with a snort from Severus.

They made it down the long stair case to two large double doors that looked too heavy for Harry to open alone, but Richard did it with ease. Teddy was a bundle of excitement holding Harry’s and Severus’ hands. They were escorted into an elegantly styled receiving room where several people waited in various positions.

Severus sized the room up immediately. Most of the standing people were body guards. He could see the ever ready stance of the guards. He could also smell them as weres. It was testament to Jean-Claude’s intelligence to have the were-animals guards his inner sanctum. There were five guards.

Harry would never argue about the dominance of his libido over his common sense. Instead of sizing the room up for possible threats, because an emergency portkey was always on hand, he was sizing up the men. Besides the standing men and one woman, he saw Jean-Claude, Asher, a young blonde about his age and height with sparkly blue eyes, Richard, Jamil, two vampires that looked remarkably similar despite their different clothing styles. One vampire had what looked like old style leather pants made hundreds of years ago and a tunic type shirt. The other was modern where the other went retro. His suit was casual but tailored to fit loosely. It reminded Harry of something Draco Malfoy would wear. There were two other men who sat near Jean-Claude only separated by a dark haired woman. This had to be Anita, with the deep black living hair and short stature. He could see that her feet sat barely on the ground with her seated all the way back on the couch. The deep brown eyes spoke deeply of conviction and passion. The other two men, one looked to be the same height as Anita and the other a couple inches taller than Harry. This young man looked so unique with his violet eyes and auburn hair. The color reminded him of his best friend and family the Weasleys.

“Welcome Harry, Severus and little Teddy to my home. Have a seat I will introduce you.” Jean-Claude stood and gestured to everyone, “This is Asher, you know, Wicked and Truth, Jason Schuler, Ma Petit Anita Blake, Micah Callahan and petit chat Nathaniel.” Jean-Claude walked over and placed a hand on Harry’s shoulder, “Everyone this is Harry Potter, Severus Snape, and Theodore Lupin, but he prefers Teddy.”

The first person to speak was Anita after the introductions and she was blunt and to the point without preamble. “What are you doing in St. Louis? No one new and powerful comes here unless they want to fuck shit up.” Anita’s hard eyes bore into Harry and his family.

Harry could see several people cringe at her crass words, but he was not offended. Here was someone like him that protected what she valued and woe to the person to come in and fuck it up.

“I am here because I threw a dart at a map of the United States and it landed on your fair city. I am before you tonight because I was invited.” Harry raised an eyebrow.

“We don’t use children as shields here.” She looked at Teddy.

“Anita!” Richard shouted in outrage, “He is pack; no harm will come to him here.” This seemed to surprise Anita and she looked a little chagrin at her comment.

“I assure you that I am Teddy’s shield. And Richard is right no harm will ever befall him while I have breath in my body.” Harry pulled Teddy a little closer to him. Teddy being his mother and father’s child pushed away from Harry and spoke.

“You are very rude. I am a werewolf and can take care of myself.” Teddy walked up to Anita and stared at her, until she looked away.

“I am sorry we do not make friends so easily, without some deal involved.” She spoke quietly.

“I assure you we did offer a deal, but to help me on my new job if needed, but I was informed that you would stake the dear Master here if he took us up on it.”

“What was the deal?” Suspicion laced Anita’s voice again.

“To feed the ardeur willingly and fully, but we were refused.” Harry smiled to reassure Anita; he knew this was a woman that would take retribution if wronged.

“It was a very generous offer Ma Petit, but I told him we always help when called on by the St. Louis Police.”

“You’re working with the police? The Preternatural Unit?” Anita was interested again.

“Yes, it is a part of the deal our Minister made to get us visas to live here. I haven’t met anyone yet, but we just got here.” Harry smiled again to try and get Anita to back down the protective instincts. He didn’t want her to see him as competition.

Anita turned her head towards Snape, “Why are you here?”

“Not that it is any of your business, but where Harry goes I go.”

“And you trust him with the kid?” She asked Harry.

“Teddy is my family as well. I dislike you insinuations to our nature. It is not for you to understand our relationship.” Snape’s sneer was a familiar lip curl that Harry hadn’t seen since he was in potions class.

“Let’s get something straight,” Anita rose to her feet and lifted her head to look him in the eye, letting he power over the dead swirl around her. “I am the one that will stake your heart and cut off your head if you step out of line, understood? So it is my business if that little boy is in any danger. I will…” Anita finally paid attention to the stoic vampire’s body language; it was relaxed. He wasn’t twitching like the other vampires in the room. In fact, he was solid and unmoved. Her power swirled and filled the room causing the lycanthropes to shiver but not feel the impact totally. She felt her power over the dead wash over this supposed vampire and it was like water hitting a boulder; it just passed over him.

“What are you?” Anita asked astonished and fear spiked where she had never experienced before.

“Ma Petit, please dial back your power. It is making us twitchy and uncomfortable.”

Anita folded her power back and turned back to Harry, “What have you brought to my city?” The look of her face clearly spelled fear and determination. She turned back to Jean-Claude. “I can’t fight him with magic,” she quickly pulled a gun that Severus and Harry hadn’t noticed and pointed it towards Snape. The room stood still, all knowing not to spook Anita with her gun in hand.

The stone face the man gave her put even more fear in her. He eyed the gun as a curiosity that was more academic than wariness. She saw movement out the corner of her eye, recognizing Nathaniel’s slow approach; she refocused on the vampire before her.

“I don’t like the monsters and I especially don’t like monster that can’t be controlled.” The room at large gasped. Anita not realizing the impact of what she said just kept her Browning trained on the stranger.

“Anita, you go too far. These are guests in my home. Put down your weapon!” Jean-Claude could not contain his outrage at this breech in etiquette and hospitality. “These are friends.” He let a pleading note come out in his voice, but he was ignored.

“She will not shoot him Jean-Claude and I do not hold this…this behavior against our friendship.” Harry turned towards Severus and Anita, “Necromancer, you will put away your weapon now or I will make you. You would threaten the man I love. Your arrogance is too much to comprehend and in front of a child. Put you weapon down, Now!” Harry let his power flow around him in his anger. His hands glowed with the power and spells to do mortal harm to this woman. A wind whipped around the room causing everyone’s hair to fly and gasps to be stolen by the power of the gusts.

Anita felt the licks of power all over her body. The power was so pure and full of life that it called to the ardeur that she kept locked tight. It broke the fragile bonds and her stomach plummeted at the thought of having to take care of this now. She broke eye contact with Snape to look at the boy who dared command her and make her lose control.

What she saw made her drop her gun. This was not the attractive, almost adolescent boy who walked in here; he was something else. Harry’s eyes glowed with the power contained within him. Harry’s eyes were a color that Voldemort feared in his last breaths, that of the killing curse. His hair whipped around his head making him look like a fury ready to strike. He glowed with power and it was scary.

“What are you both?” Anita asked low, the ardeur forgotten in her fear. She started to raise her gun, but Nathaniel put his hand on her arm to stop her. She looked at the hand and at Nathaniel and saw something that she never thought to see on his face, disappointment, in her, and dominance. His stance and the strength of the hand holding her back screamed dominance and to be obeyed. Her one thought was how could he betray her?

Her one defense that always aided her came to her rescue, her rage. The thought of Nathaniel, the most submissive of her men, asserting any control over her incensed her. How dare he even try and to defend strangers, at that? She ripped her arm from his grip and did not hesitate to pull the trigger of her gun at the perceived threat. But her gun did not fire. The piece of metal just sat there in her grasp and did nothing. Her number one line of defense was useless; her fear spiked again, drowning the comforting rage.

She dropped her gun and reached behind her back, moving her hair away, she pulled a knife as long as her torso. Someone yelled for her to stop, but she wasn’t listening, she needed to take care of the threat. She stalked Harry, approaching on what she thought was his blindside. She slashed at his legs to bring him down, but the blade somehow missed.

“Harry! Stop playing with her. End This.” Severus commanded.

Anita growled at the arrogant man. She was not easy to take down, but she found herself without the blade and pinned to a wall before she even blinked. Harry held his hand up towards her pinned body, smirking with satisfaction.

“Mitzy!” The elf popped in on the scene.

“Yes, Master Harry sir?”

“Take Teddy home.”

“But Uncle Harry I want to see you deal with her.” Teddy pleaded with his godfather.

“Mitzy.” The command was absolute. The elf popped out with Teddy and Harry did not have to worry about scarring Teddy, although the boy looked like he was out for blood. “Now, what do I do with you?”

“Please, Harry, I will discipline her, but I would be weakened considerably by the loss of my human servant.”

Anita’s eyes bulged at the open explanation and acknowledgment of her being his human servant. She began to struggle and started pulling power from her links with Richard and Jean-Claude to fight. She gathered her power to push at Harry. She shoved everything she had at him and she was released.

She lifted her head and stilled in shock when Harry only smirked at her. He turned to Jean-Claude, “If she ever attacks me again, I will not be lenient. I have survived much worse than a necromancer.”

Harry turned to leave. Asher quickly stepped in the wizard’s path and knelt with his head down. Harry looked at Jean-Claude for explanation.

“He offers himself in the stead of Anita to take punishment.” Jean-Claude’s rage filled him as he watched his second do his duty. Asher had been through too much in the last few centuries, he did not wish his friend to be in pain.

Harry looked at the Master of City and nodded his head. He gave a hand to Asher and they left the Circus in a pop. Jean-Claude and Richard immediately turned on a seething Anita. Their rage fueled by the rage coming off the necromancer, but theirs was directed at her.

Anita did not realize this fact when she stood, “I will put a bullet through that son-of-a-bitch when I find him.” She brushed herself off, still not noticing the range of various emotions directed at her.

“You will do no such thing, Anita.” Jean-Claude caught her attention with that. He never called her Anita anymore unless he was pissed off. “You will leave Harry and Severus alone. They are under my protection and as such under yours.”

“How can you possibly be okay with those monsters in our city?”

“My city Anita and do not forget that.”

“Anita, the only monster we witnessed in here tonight was you. You could have scared little Teddy to trauma. How could you?” Richard approached the one woman he loved most in the world. He looked as if he did not recognize her. “What has gotten in to you lately? I know you struggle with the amount of control you have, but this was…” Richard did not have the words to describe Anita’s actions.

“Mon Loup, please calm yourself. Anita, I think you should leave; you are not welcome here. Take your leopards and go. I will call you when you are welcome again.” Jean-Claude steeled himself against his feelings for the inky haired woman and closed his mental connection/vampire marks too.

“But Jean-Claude you can’t be serious?! They are strangers and I have a right to defend us.”

“Anita,” the quiet voice of Nathaniel, her submissive kitten, broke into the conversation. “You were wrong. I can’t go with you after this.” He turned to the Master of City, “May I stay here until I am ready to forgive her?”

Jean-Claude nodded at the petit chat and looked pointedly at Anita.

“Nathaniel, you are still my pomme de sang; it is your job to feed me.”

“Feed yourself.” Nathaniel said and left the room. No one had seen the devoted leopard rejecting Anita in such a way. He had fought hardest to win a place in her heart and bed.

Anita wanted to slump to the floor. This could not be happening. These men were devoted to her, almost enthralled, and they were sending her away like she was nothing. She almost flinched away from the hand that was offered to her to stand. She raised her face to see Micah waiting. His face showed no distain or anger; it was blank. She looked into the cat eyes of her Nimir-Raj and wanted to collapse in relief that someone still wanted her.

She offered up her hand to be pulled off the floor and into strong arms. She felt the tears start as they walked out of the Circus and to her car, heading to a hotel. Anita had given up her own place almost a couple years ago and it hurt her heart that she had started to think of the Circus as her home. And to be cast out so abruptly was rather hurtful, maybe she was wrong.

Harry, Severus, and Asher popped into the front room of the house. Harry was silent as he immediately went to check on Teddy. It was Asher who spoke first after being left alone with Severus.

“Where should I await punishment?”

“The couch, I suppose; he will be down shortly.”

“I apologize for any harm that was done. Anita has been more paranoid of late due to threats to our power base and personal injuries. I believe she will apologize and make amends in time, but for the moment I will be here in her stead.”

“Indeed, I would say I understand her rash actions, but I would also say it is no excuse. Harry has had numerous threats against his life from before he could walk and that young man has not ever acted in such a manner as your Master’s servant.” Severus went to a side board and poured two drinks for them while they waited.

Asher’s curiosity was piqued by the previous statement, “What do you mean his life was in danger?”

Severus swallowed a little of the amber liquid and began the tale of Harry Potter: Savior of the Wizarding World. It was close to an hour before they heard feet on the stairs heading down. Harry had a sliver of a smile on his face. He must have heard the story being told as he walked in.

“Sev, are you regaling our guest with tales of my exploits? I assure you they are woefully exaggerated or underestimated depending on his mood.” Harry laughed at the look from Severus and sat next to him. “I think we need to discuss the proxy punishment for you.” Harry said breaking the jovial mood.

Asher knelt quickly to the floor and his chin met his chest as he waited for Harry to pronounce his punishment. Asher felt a warm tingle across his body and small amount of worry inched into his mind at the flare of magic surrounding him.

“You will be bared for the sins of your Master’s servant.” Asher was slightly confused and then noticed that his long blonde hair did not cover his face any longer. A hand brought to his head felt the cropped locks that were now too short to be the shield he had relied on for so long.

“You will be bare for a time to face the fear and insecurity which is what your Master’s servant should learn. I will determine when to restore your beautiful locks.”

Asher looked up at Harry with a bloody tear running down his face, “I could have dealt with any pain or torture you could have applied to my body, but this is cruel. I cannot bare this punishment, not knowing what I once was.” Asher shook his head and collapsed on himself.

Harry looked to Severus and the man nodded his consent. Harry reached a hand towards the broken vampire and lifted his face to see the tear stained and streaked visage. “Not what you were, but what you are, Asher. You are beautiful. These,” Harry caressed the scarred flesh of Asher’s face, “do not take away from your beauty, how stunning you are and at my mercy.” Harry’s eyes darken with lust and it shocked Asher to see it.

“You would have me?” Asher asked astonished and then looked to Severus to see what the man thought. Severus merely pulled the length of his hair away from his head for the vampire to see what little Teddy had mentioned the day before, a large patch of scar covering from mid-face to below the collar of the black shirt. It was hidden so well by the man that Asher thought he could probably take a lesson or two from Severus in hiding.

“I would have you day and night if I could,” Harry answered the question. He soon crushed his lips against the blonde vampire’s and at the gasp of surprise, he slipped his tongue into the cool mouth and took possession of Asher in an instant.

Asher moaned and threw his arms around the smaller man, forgetting that he had several inches and pounds on Harry. They toppled over, but harry soon righted their position with him on top. He ran his hand over the scarred side of Asher’s face eliciting a moan of sensitized pleasure from the vamp. Though the scars looked as if they had destroyed nerves as it would on a human, Asher’s skin was so much more sensitive on the scarred side of his body. The scars went down half of his body, caused by holy water and wickedly zealous holy men, but instead of destroying the feeling in his flesh it increased the sensitivity tenfold.

A whispered spell from Harry had Asher lying naked under him. The young man pried himself from the vampire’s grip to stare fully at the magnificence before him. Asher would take anyone’s breath away and this is him after his beauty being so called destroyed. Harry whimpered at the thought of the enthralling beauty that would be Asher unmarred. It brought a shudder to his body. Asher stiffened at the shudder misunderstanding the reaction. He made to move away from Harry, but found firm hands holding him to his place. He looked up to see Severus holding him and a slight smile to the stoic man’s face.

“It is not revulsion that makes him shudder; it is desire. Desire for you, beautiful Asher.” The other vampire swooped down on his mouth and dominated and communicated his own lust and desire for him. Asher had been so deprived from true affection. Jean-Claude could not dote on him as a favorite lover, because Anita would be upset and cause an infinite amount of problems. Though he knew that Jean-Claude loved Anita more than he ever lover Asher. This desire before him was inspired by his beauty. ‘His beauty’ was a term that Asher had not thought of in almost a century. But he could not argue with the amount of desire coming off of these men in waves, due to him.

Asher was arching into a mouth making its way down his torso dipping into the furrows of the scar tissue flowing down his body. It felt as if he was on fire from the inside out and then another mouth started making inroads on the smooth side of his body. It undid him and an orgasm ripped through his body. Harry lifted his mouth to look down at his limp cock lying in a pool of viscous, cloudy cum and smiled roguishly.

“You need to feed to get you to rise to the occasion.” Harry straddled the prone blonde vampire and waited as Asher sat up with Severus still kissing his neck from behind for support and pleasure. Asher took in the eager form of the man atop him and wanted to immediately sink his teeth in to the supple flesh, but held back.

At Harry’s confused look he explained, “My bite is orgasmic due to my bloodline. It would be best if you were prepared before I feed so that you can get the full effect.” Asher smiled at the lust sparking the light in Harry’s emerald green eyes.

Harry turned around and leaned down to present himself to Asher while still straddling the man’s lap. A whispered spell revealed Harry’s winking entrance to the vampire and a hand presented a jar of lubricant to his right for use. Asher marveled at the teamwork shone from his two new lovers for the night, maybe more than tonight. He dipped his fingers in the silky concoction and spread Harry’s cheeks to get an uninterrupted view of Harry. The star of penetration looked almost too small to think that anything could fit in it comfortably. He ran a single digit coated with lube down the crack of Harry’s ass and over the tight ring. He heard a sharp gasp of eager anticipation from the young man bent before him. Asher swirled around the tight ring and finally pushed one of his long, pale fingers into the hole. Harry bucked at the slight pain pleasure that the intrusion elicited.

Asher slowly slid in and out of Harry adding another finger after a moaned “more” from Harry. He twisted and scissored the two fingers reaching for that all important spot inside the brunette. He knew exactly when he hit the sweet spot; Harry screamed and impaled himself hard on his fingers.

“Give him more, now.” The dark voice of Severus whispered in his ear and seemed to vibrate through his being; it was on par with what Jean-Claude could do with his voice. He instantly obeyed the voice and added a third finger to the mix and moaned as he felt the channel clinch and tighten on his digits. “Enough.”

The single word told all parties that the time had come for Harry to be fed upon and penetrated by something more substantial than fingers. Harry quickly turned back around and sighed as his head fell to the side for the best access to give Asher.

Asher struck without delay, after years of sexual servitude from his sire; he did not take commanding voices lightly. The minute his vampire powers took over, Harry was lifted and sat directly onto Asher’s cock. The orgasmic bite took hold of the penetrated wizard and Harry was lost in bliss as he was thrust into and fed upon. His mind was not his own for that time. He felt like he was awash in every emotion and sensory stimuli that existed and it all culminated in his groin as he shot cum forcefully between Asher and himself.

Severus watched the proceedings in awe of the waves of arousal and orgasm flowed his way from Harry and their bond. He felt like he could climax from the shared feeling, but was protected from the other vampire powers through his own vampiric shields.

Harry slumped in Asher’s embrace. His unconsciousness a sure sign that he was done. Severus moved around the two to lick at the bite mark on Harry’s neck and closed the wounds. He lifted his love into his arms and gently set him on the couch and turned back to the still stiff Asher.

“You have exhausted him. I don’t think he shall wake for quite some time.” Severus said with a devilish smirk. “I suspect your bite is usually addictive?”

“He is stronger than other humans; I do not think he will succumb to the temptation or thrall of my bite. Just enjoy it.” Asher approached the other vampire, “Do you submit as well as dominate?”

“Only to my Harry do I submit.” Severus answered and kissed the blonde vampire a couple inches shorter than him. Asher leaned in and instantly showed his submission to Severus by letting him take full control of the kiss. They slid to the floor with Severus on top and Asher happily on the bottom.

Asher had not had many good experiences with submission; it was always more about pain and suffering than pleasure, but he knew that the vampire above him was not about that. His submission would not be about control for power or pain, but for pure pleasure and satisfaction.

Asher spread his legs to give Severus access to him fully. Severus summoned the jar of lubricant and coated his fingers. He leaned down and kissed each side of Asher’s face. “You are absolutely beautiful. Thank you for your gift.” Asher did not need to understand what was meant by the word gift. His submission was termed that way as it should be, but rarely was recognized.

“Such treatment should always be rewarded.” Asher gasped as a lubricated finger entered him. He sighed as he was prepared slowly and carefully, and finally penetrated with relish. Severus could not help but feel gifted and extraordinarily fortunate to be over this ravishing creature. Asher was so tight and due to his recent feeding, warmed, with the offered blood of his lover. They climaxed together in muted moans as Harry watched through heavily lidded eyes from his prone position on the couch.

“That was so fucking hot Sev,” Harry said, smiling at the scene of the sated vampires.

Harry put Asher in one of the guest rooms to sleep during the day, spelling the room dark for his protection. Harry had not been very familiar with a vampire dying for the day, because Severus never had to. They stayed up to discuss Anita Blake.

“Do you think she will make problems for us with the locals?” Harry asked out loud curled around Severus’ torso.

“This is her territory. She knows the area and people far better than we. It may make it hard to work with her, but from the rumors, she is not on the top of the local law enforcement’s lists of friends.” Severus ran a distracted hand through Harry’s soft and unruly hair. It amazed him how much he cared for the boy now after the animosity they shared during his school days. Maybe that was why they clashed so often at first, because of Harry’s immaturity to handle a sexual relationship and Severus’ denial that he may have been attracted to a child, a student. It had disturbed Severus to be with one of his former students at first, but his imminent immortality forced him to put the relationship in terms of the amount of time he had left on Earth and just told himself ‘why not?’ and started seeing Harry Bloody Potter.

“You’re back in Britain somewhere, aren’t you?” Harry asked.

“Not that far away, just mulling over my feelings. I haven’t had them long and I am still trying to cope.” Severus’ voice was laced with his amusement at his own wit and a touch of sarcasm.

“You loved my mum and your own mum, how are your feelings new?”

“I have felt affection before, but what we have is so deep sometimes, that I am scared of the depth. It is not a drowning feeling, but as if I am floating down a hole that is so deep it seems there is no bottom. And if I do find it, it may be my death.” Severus tightened his hold on Harry and kissed the younger man’s forehead, next to the trademark scar.

“That is rather grim Sev. You just can’t say you love me and be okay with it, can you?”

“I am afraid my life before my death has caused me to fear happiness and the unknown.”

“I’m with you about the unknown, but you have immortality, that bastard Voldemort split his soul in so many pieces he went insane, but Severus, despite being a vampire, you are unique that you retain life beyond your death. Asher is scarred and has to live with that for eternity, but you reap the benefits of being able to get a tan and have a cute boy toy on your arm.” Harry snickered when a swift hand moved to tickle him by the sides.

“Must you make a joke of my every personality defect?”

“I do not make fun of your defects, Severus; I make fun of your over analysis.” Harry moved up Severus’ body and connected their lips in a searing kiss. “I love you Severus. Simple.”

“I love you too.” They fell asleep soon after, happy.
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Deatheaters and Necromancers