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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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WARNING!!!

The following chapter contains graphic depictions of sex between three males. 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.

The only important thing that occurs during this chapter is that Angel claims Draco as his own (something like a foster child), and Draco accepts him as his second Sire.

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

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As soon as Spike, Angel, and Draco had entered the lift on their way to their suite, Draco felt the pressure of Angel's fingertips on the back of his neck. As he had the first time they had met, he froze. It was clear that Angel was planning on exerting some authority, and Draco was slightly worried, wondering just how forceful Angel was going to get.

Just do as you're told, Spike's voice soothed inside his head, and you'll be fine.

Draco's eyes widened slightly. Just do as I'm told?! he thought frantically. Just what am I going to be told to do?! True, Draco liked to get a little wild every now and again, and he suspected he would like it more so now that he was a vampire (after all, vampires were naturally more violent, even with a soul). However, he'd done his homework, and he knew all the tales of Angelus and his tendency toward serious kink, sometimes of the very sadistic variety. He also knew of what his own father was like, having snuck late-night peeks at more than one illicit rendezvous. He really didn't want any of that. At least, not at the moment.

He tried to calm his nerves and not let his worry show. Of course, Angel would most likely scent it out in an instant anyway. Angel just knew these things. So, he just took a deep breath and hoped for the best. As he surmised, Angel detected his slight fear, and used his fingertips to knead the Slytherin's muscles. This small show of affection and comfort went a long way to relax Draco, and he sighed.

Finally, they arrived at the suite. Spike bustled out of the lift before them, and went straight to the bedroom. Draco was sure Angel had mentally given him orders, and was proven correct as he and Angel entered the room to find Spike lighting dozens of candles. Angel steered the younger vampire to the center of the room. "Stay here," he commanded softly, and Draco obeyed.

Angel pulled a high-backed chair a few feet in front of Draco and sat down. He took this time to rake his gaze over the young man, and it made Draco shiver. There was a fire in those chocolate eyes that Draco could see, even in the dim candlelight. It was desire and need and it was aimed at him. Calm, calm, he thought to himself. He wouldn't hurt me, he cares for me. I'll be okay.

Finally, Spike finished lighting the candles and moved to stand beside Angel's chair. "Will," Angel said, his voice low and rich. "Undress 'im." Once again, his former accent colored his words.

Draco's eyes widened once again, and he had to fight the urge to squeak in a most unmanly manner. As Spike moved to stand behind him, Angel added, "Ye'll move only t'aid Will." Draco said nothing, and nearly panicked when Angel's expression darkened. "D'ye understand?" Draco nodded. "I cannae hear ye."

"Y-yes ... Sire," he answered weakly.

"Tell me," Angel demanded, his tone growing harsh.

Draco took a deep breath in an effort to steady his nerves. After all, he was used to this kind of treatment, as his father was quite demanding when it came to speaking when spoken to. "I will only move to aid Will in undressing me."

Angel smiled warmly. "That's m'boy."

Spike then lifted Draco's arms straight out to the sides. Pressing his body close, he reached under Draco's arms and started unbuttoning his azure shirt, taking his unbearable sweet time. He finally got to the last button accessible, as his shirt was tucked into his black trousers. Spike then made a show of pulling the fabric out, placing feather-light touches everywhere he could. It did nothing to calm Draco; in fact, it did quite the opposite. With Spike so close and undressing him, and with Angel watching, it was causing Draco to become more than a little flustered.

Spike pushed down on Draco's arms, indicating he should lower them, and as he did, his shirt fluttered off his shoulders. Angel's smile widened. "What is that game y'play at school?" he asked.

"Quidditch, Sire," Draco answered, steadier than he felt. Spike was now reaching around and undoing the buckle of his belt.

Angel nodded. "Is that where y'got that incredible body from?"

Draco was sure he started blushing again. "I suppose so, Sire." He felt the belt slowly being pulled through each loop.

Angel chuckled and said, "Well, whatever yer doin', keep it up."

Draco allowed himself to smile slightly. "I will, Sire."

Spike then placed his hands on Draco's hips, and trailed them down his legs as he crouched down. With a nudge, Draco bent his right knee and brought his foot up, allowing Spike to remove his shoe and sock. The process was then repeated with the other foot, and Spike trailed his hands back up to Draco's hips as he stood.

"Are ye enjoyin' this, Draco?" Angel purred.

Quite honestly, he was. There was something undeniably erotic about all of this, and he couldn't help but get swept up in it. "Yes, Sire," he answered huskily.

"Will? Does 'e tell th'truth?"

Spike reached around and cupped Draco's crotch, making him gasp. Finding the boy hard, he began to rub slightly. "Oh, yes, pet." He continued for a few seconds more before bringing his other hand around to work on the button and zipper of his trousers.

"So, y'like bein' on display?"

"As this is my first time on display, Sire, I cannot say for sure." That much was true. He liked playing in public, or at least places where there was a chance he could get caught. That was thrill enough for him. But, he'd never purposely exhibited himself. He smiled slightly as he added, "However, I can say that I am enjoying this instance."

Angel smirked at him. "Y'seem t'know exactly what t'say." He then beamed. "Y'have no idea how happy it makes me that I don't have t'train ye."

Draco gulped. He wasn't stupid. He knew what Angel meant by that. "Thank you, Sire. Alas, it is owed to my father."

Angel's expression hardened again, but this time, it was not directed at Draco. "Did he ever ...?"

"No!" Draco was quick to answer.

"Elaborate, and do so quickly."

Behind him, Spike had stopped all movement, and Draco could feel his rising anger along with Angel's. "It was never anything ... Father was the master of our house, and if I didn't obey, I would be punished." When the vampires growled, he quickly continued. "Nothing harsh. No severe beatings or anything. Maybe a smack or two, and no dinner."

"He never tried anything ... inappropriate with you, did he?" Spike asked.

"Never."

Both of the elder vampires relaxed. "I see. I do hope yer not puttin' me in th'same category as him."

"Not at ..." He paused as Spike whipped down his trousers in one deft move. He swallowed hard again, and continued. "Not at all, Sire." He lifted each foot in turn, allowing Spike to remove the trousers completely. All that was left were his green boxers. Spike made to remove those as well, but Angel held up a hand.

"Hold, Will. I'll get those meself." He stood and crossed the few feet to Draco. He began walking around the blonde, tracing a finger just above the waistband of his boxers. "Lovely," he purred. He came back around to stand in front of Draco. "Ye want this?" he whispered.

"Yes, Sire," Draco breathed. His body was already tingling from Angel's slight touch, and it left him wanting a hell of a lot more. He had never encountered anyone with as much power as Angel and Spike held, and as it radiated from them (especially Angel at the moment), it made Draco a tad bit drunk. He had to fight to keep from breaking down and begging right then.

"Ye sure?" Angel asked, dipping his hands down Draco's back and under the fabric. He gently squeezed the firm flesh he found there.

Draco gasped and closed his eyes. He had already been with Spike, one third of his fantasy fulfilled. He now craved Angel in a way he didn't know possible. He slowly opened his eyes, letting every ounce of desire and outright need reflect in them as he locked gazes with Angel. "So very. Very. Sure ... Sire." The final word was barely audible, but Angel was so close, his body nearly melding with Draco's, that he was sure the darker vampire had heard it.

"Good," Angel responded with a half-purr, half-moan. He then grabbed hold of the waistband, and slowly began pulling the garment down, sinking to his knees as he did so. Once Draco had stepped out of them, Angel teasingly flicked his tongue across the head of Draco's erection, causing Draco to moan with the utmost appreciation, then stood again. "Beautiful," he murmured as he wrapped his arms around Draco's waist and drew him close.

Angel's power surrounded him, and would most likely have suffocated him had he the need for oxygen. But as it was, he was perfectly happy to drown in Angel's presence. His yearning was so strong that he had to keep from leaping up and wrapping his legs around the larger man's waist.

Angel smiled warmly at him. "By taking you, I am acknowledging you as Chile to my Mate and accepting you as one of my Bloodline. You will be mine as well as my Mate's and be expected to treat me accordingly. Do you understand the commitment you are making, to not only your Sire, but to myself, as well?"

"Yes, Sire," Draco answered breathlessly. Finally, the tension became too damn much, and the word slipped out before he could stop it. "Please ..."

When Angel's lips at last descended on his own, he was lost ... and he was perfectly content to remain that way for as long as possible.

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Spike squeaked. He hadn't meant to, and he didn't really want to, but it happened nonetheless. He stood, wide-eyed and open-mouthed as he watched his Mate and his Childe pretty much devour each other. He knew this was going to happen, so he really shouldn't have been surprised. However, he was not prepared for just how arousing watching such a thing would be.

Spike squeaked ... again.

Angel then broke the all-encompassing kiss with a chuckle. "Methinks yer Sire was enjoyin' that," murmured, his Irish brogue still going strong.

When Draco replied, his voice was quiet, but all the power of his desire was behind it. "As was I, Sire."

"Would y'like more?" Angel purred.

Spike found himself nodding emphatically as Draco answered, "Yes, please."

"Get on the bed," Angel ordered. He then glanced at Spike and raised his eyebrows in question. You gonna help, or what? he asked in Spike's mind.

Huh? Spike thought back. Sudden realization hit him then, and he shook his head to clear it. Right, help, yeah, okay. He stepped over to Angel as the young Slytherin climbed on the bed.

Spike was once again distracted by the sight. After all, it was a big bed, not only wide but high off the floor, so both of the elder vampires had a very nice view of Draco's behind. It didn't last though. Once Draco had made his way to the middle of the bed, he laid down on his back, head on one of the many pillows. Of course, this allowed Angel and Spike a lovely view of his manhood.

Spike, despite all efforts otherwise, was salivating.

Will? Angel asked. Even his mental voice was shaky with barely contained want.

Oh, yeah. Spike quickly but gracefully began divesting Angel of his button-down shirt.

"Look at me," Angel commanded.

Draco turned his head and watched his Sire undress Angel.

Another minute later, Angel was completely stripped, and Spike was about to go crazy. His beautiful Mate and his beautiful Childe. In the same room ... naked ... about to ... Oh, dear God, Spike whimpered to himself.

"Do ye like what y'see?" Angel asked.

Again, Spike nodded as Draco answered in the affirmative.

"Good," Angel said as he approached the bed. He stopped at the edge, and tilted his head. A wicked grin then swept across his face.

Spike "saw" the thoughts spinning through the other vampire's head, so he knew what was about to happen. Spike actually managed to stop the squeak before it escaped this time.

"Come here," Angel directed, and Spike had to remember that it was Draco who was taking the orders this time, not himself.

Draco did as he was told, and sat on the edge of the bed. Angel stepped forward again, and nudged a leg between Draco's knees. Draco complied and opened his legs. With one more step, Angel stood between them. It was easy to see what he had in mind, as Draco was now eye-level with Angel's erection.

He reached down and ran his fingers through Draco's feather-soft hair. He then traced a finger down the side of his face to under his chin. He raised his hand, causing Draco to look up at him. "I am told that y'give incredible head," he whispered.

Draco smiled faintly. "I don't wish to brag, Sire."

Angel nodded. "That is a good quality. So, how 'bout I just find out for meself?" He removed his finger from under the wizard's chin, and again ran them through platinum. "Suck me, Draco."

Spike let out a series of squeaks this time, and found he had to sit down when Draco's mouth wrapped around Angel's cock.

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When Spike had told Angel of Draco's amazing fellatio ability, he was slightly disbelieving. After all, Spike had a habit of exaggerating things. But as he looked down and watched himself disappear into Draco's mouth, only to reappear again, over and over, Angel had to admit that Spike's description fell drastically short of the reality.

He moaned deeply, then gasped as Draco took the whole of him in. "Spike wasn't joking. Oh, God."

His mind was spiraling, his soul soaring. As much as he loved Spike, and as good at this as he was, Angel couldn't deny the Draco had the superior talent. A warmth in his heart told him that Spike didn't mind that he felt this way, and in fact, Spike agreed. As Angel groaned again, he was certain that it couldn't get any better.

He learned right then that Slytherins always had to go one better. Without provocation, Draco reached around, firmly grabbing Angel's ass and pulling him forward as he dove onto Angel's cock. He kept doing this, effectively causing Angel to fuck his mouth.

"Holy fuck!" Angel cried as he entwined the fingers of both hands into Draco's hair. He picked up the rhythm and began thrusting forward while pulling Draco's mouth onto him. His last shred of coherency alerted him that this may be too much for Draco to handle. "If it gets to be too much ..." Angel gasped.

Draco responded by once again pulling Angel forward, increasing the force of his thrusts. Apparently, Draco wasn't having any trouble whatsoever. With that worry resolved, Angel let go and let the sensations swallow him.

One thing that could be said about Angel was that his stamina was incredible. However, even he was unable to hold up against the onslaught of absolute pleasure that was racing through him. It continued to build until he just couldn't contain it anymore. With a shout/moan/roar, he released himself deep into Draco's throat. He only half registered that Draco didn't miss a drop.

Once Draco had cleaned him completely, he released Angel and leaned back onto the mattress, propped up on his elbows. "Did that please you, Sire?" he asked, with a self-satisfied smirk.

"A few times over, dear boy," Angel panted. "Now, make room. I donna think I ken stand upright much longer." As Draco scrambled back up onto the bed, Angel followed, though much less gracefully. His legs thrown over the side, he fell backwards to stare at the ceiling. "That was ... amazing."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it, Sire," Draco murmured silkily as he moved to lie beside Angel. Propped up on one elbow, he began tracing lazy designs on Angel's chest with one delicate finger, careful to avoid Spike's claim mark.

"Enjoyed is an understatement, sweet Draco." He leaned up and captured the wizard's mouth in a scorching kiss. After a few minutes, during which Draco whimpered a few times, Angel forced himself to break away. "It makes me wonder just how ... enjoyable ... other things with ye would be."

"Far be it from me to deny my Sire the chance to discover that for himself." He moved again, and straddled the larger man's hips. As he braced his weight on his hands on either side of Angel's head, he grinned wickedly down at him, his eyes flashing gold.

At that moment, Angel knew that Draco now had him where he wanted him. And there was no way he was going to argue.

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A month or so ago, Draco would have been anxious about what was about to happen. But, now that he was a vampire, and having been with Spike, his worries were long gone. No longer was he embarrassed about his attraction to Angel and his Mate. All that was left was a desire so pure and so strong that he was quite sure it would cause him to shatter into a billions pieces if he didn't do something about it immediately.

Thus, he was immensely thankful for Angel's perceptiveness as he hoisted the Slytherin and moved him onto his back in the middle of the large bed. There were no words, as they were wholly unneeded. Only burning kisses and needful caresses. Anticipation overwhelmed him, and it took a moment to realize it wasn't all his. It partially belonged to not only Angel, but Spike, who sat at the foot of the bed, watching.

"Sire," Draco panted at the first opportunity.

"Yes?" Angel purred in response.

"No, the other one," Draco corrected, his voice pleading. He reached a hand toward Spike, silently begging him to take it and move closer.

"What is it pet?" Spike asked, slightly concerned.

Once within reach, Draco grabbed the front of Spike's t-shirt and yanked him down. "Need you close," he growled, before latching his lips onto the other blonde's. Angel moaned at the sight, and decided that would be the perfect moment to make his move. As Angel pushed into him, Draco groaned into the kiss, causing Spike to deepen it.

It was all too wonderful, too perfect. He had wanted both of these men for so long, and now, in a way, they were his. He knew for certain that no one would ever hold the same place in their hearts as he did, and that filled him with joy. He silently pledged the same to them as Angel began a steady rhythm.

Draco had to pull away from Spike's lips as Angel's thrusts became more forceful. "Sire," he breathed again, this time addressing both of them. They seemed to sense this, and listened. "I love both of you so much."

Again, Spike devoured Draco's mouth as Angel latched onto his neck, sans fangs. We love you too, Pet, Spike said in his mind. Don't ever forget that.

How can I?

Even so, Angel replied, we won't let you. He picked up his pace, obviously intent on bringing Draco to climax.

Thank Merlin! Draco cried silently.

I take it you're enjoying yourself, Angel asked with a mental chuckle.

Draco once again tore away from Spike to yell, "More!"

"As you wish, sweet Childe," Angel purred in his ear. In a feat that Draco didn't know possible, both Angel's force and speed kicked up a notch.

Draco's cries were constant now. He could barely hear the sweet words Spike was whispering to him. All that mattered was the immense pleasure running through him. But even with all of that, he couldn't find his way to the edge that he so desperately wanted to be pushed over.

Sensing the boy's distress, Angel returned to Draco's neck, this time piercing the soft flesh with his fangs. He eased his pace as he drank languidly, a slow fire beginning to spread through Draco. He now knew where that edge was, and it was drawing closer. He looked toward Spike to find him gently biting into Angel's wrist. Draco knew what was to come, and his mouth watered.

"Please," he begged once again.

Angel brought the now-bleeding wrist to Draco's mouth and as the boy began to drink, Angel's mental voice resounded through his head. Drink, Draco. Accept my blood and strength as your own.

Draco whimpered, on the verge of tears. I am yours ... both of yours. No matter how many loves I may go through in my existence, yours will always be among the most cherished. With those words he came, his cries muffled by Angel's wrist. Angel wasn't far behind and growled into Draco's neck. Moments later, they began lapping at each other's wounds, setting them to heal.

Draco was purring (something he surmised he would forever be amused by) and grinning happily. Angel propped himself up on his hands and looked down at the younger vampire.

"Glad you enjoyed yourself."

Draco's smile widened. "I'm glad you enjoyed me, too."

"You're not the only ones," Spike said gruffly, his eyes slightly glazed.

"Hey, Draco, you done? Or could you go another round?" Angel asked.

Draco didn't answer, but instead turned toward Spike. "Sire, I do believe you should be removing your clothes. Right now."

Spike didn't need to be told twice.

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TO MY REVIEWERS

Kim: I really don't think you want to look at the student files. First off, it might make you cry. Secondly, it would completely kill the suspense. :) As for Eebbil Skool, it's not easy to get in, and the course work is grueling. I'm barely passing as it is.

Sakya: Sexual favors, huh? No, that's okay, luv. :) As for Harry ... I'm still not entirely sure what I'm going to do with his sex life in this story (OH, THE POWER I HOLD!!!). He won't be getting with Draco in this one, I can tell you THAT much. And luckily, I'm not handling this story alone. Aimee, my Uber Awesome Beta Extraordinaire, helps a great deal. She keeps me on track, and brings things to my attention I may have otherwise missed. So, ALL BOW DOWN BEFORE THE GODDESS AIMEE ... and offer chocolate.

Vigilante: DAYUM!!! That was one HELL of a long review!! However, it prompted me to put a Q&A board on my Group. I'll answer your questions there immediately, but I won't answer them HERE (on AFF) until next chapter, because with the sex goin' on up there, it might get overlooked (especially for those who don't like reading chapters like this -- I know, I know ... BLASPHEMY!!) I want to make sure everyone is able to read the answers.

Kitsune Morgan: I am really glad you like the story, and how I'm writing Draco. He sometimes can be very difficult. (DRACO: Yeah, well, YOU'D be difficult too if YOU had to wear PANTALOONS!!!) Uhhh, don't ask about the pantaloons. No really, you DON'T want to know! (HARRY: Please! We'll take the neko outfits! Just please, let us get rid of these pantalooooons!!!) Would you just SHUSH!!! Anyhoo ... things are going to get very interesting. :)

LissaRiddle: It's my muse's fault!! And I DARE you to "promise" Him! :)

TP: There are going to be a lot of discoveries of new talents and abilities, all around. Dawn's portals are going to become pivotal later on. I was annoyed at how they treated Xander on the show, too. Shopping is coming very soon, I promise. And, are you PSYCHIC??? I swear, you should sign up for my group and go to my Speculations board. I would not be surprised if half of what you say is what I have planned.

EscagirlUK: Not just Kitty ... McKitty (at least, that's what I call her when talking to Sora, which amuses her endlessly). And ... :::blink, blink::: Ummm, I don't think Mulder's gonna be showin' up anytime soon. Harry will be showing up relatively soon, but he won't know about Draco being vampified for a while.

Silver1: OF COURSE YOU MEAN THE SEX!! You HAVE to!! Heh. Yeah, I'm really big on bonding. I never once believed in that "Dawn's not the Key anymore" thing. And as for the hyena, he's not so much a were, as he doesn't transform. The closest he would come would be a therianthrope (someone who shifts mentally, emotionally, and spiritually, but not physically). I had read a fic somewhere that addressed it, and it really made me think; I really like the idea. And there will be more interaction with Xander and Lupin in the next chapter.
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