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The Rise of the Drackens: The Scaled Bits	By : StarLightMassacre Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 169456 -:- Recommendations : 8 -:- Currently Reading : 21
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. All rights of Harry Potter belong to J. K. Rowling. I am making absolutely no money from this piece of fictional writing.

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Dedication: To Kelly, who wanted more dominant bonding. I hope this helps.

The Little Things in Life

Blaise sighed, almost groaned really, as Nasta strode into the kitchen after his shower and he tried to hide his coffee mug to no avail.

“That had better be tea in that mug.” Nasta said lowly, even though they both knew he could smell it wasn’t.

Blaise didn’t say anything as he continued trying to translate Cægan Æðelræd Bealusearu, keeping a hold on his coffee so Nasta couldn’t take it from him and tip it down the sink again.

“I’ve told you a hundred times how damaging coffee is to your health.” Nasta scowled as he pressed against his back and tried to wrestle the mug from him.

Blaise gave it up without a fight after a vision of it spilling over the priceless book he had open on the table in front of him flashed through his mind. It had gone cool anyway and there was nothing worse than cold coffee. He didn’t understand the concept of iced coffee and doubted he ever would like cooled or iced coffee; the enjoyment of it escaped him.

“What was this anyway, your third mug? It’s not the same cup you had this morning.”

“A few cups a day aren’t going to kill me Nas.” He sighed.

“There are serious health repercussions.” Nasta said as he tipped the quarter mug of cold coffee left into the sink, worry coming through his tone. “It causes anxiety, irritability, narcolepsy or insomnia. It will raise your blood pressure, your cholesterol levels; it can lead to iron deficiencies and anaemia, not to mention the gastrointestinal problems it can cause.”

“Nasta I’m fine, really.”

Nasta wrapped arms around him from behind as he tried to focus on his translations without the aid of coffee.

“I just don’t want anything to happen to you Cariad.” Nasta buried his face in Blaise’s hair and nosed and mouthed around his neck.

Blaise smiled and closed the book carefully, raising his arms over his head to wrap around Nasta’s neck, holding that head, and by extension that sinful, sensuous mouth, to his neck.

“You worry too much about everything.” Blaise said. “You’re going to make yourself sick. Sick with worry isn’t just an expression Nasta.”

“I worry because I love you all. You are all so important to me and I don’t want anything to ever happen to any of you. I want to keep you all safe and cherished.”

“You can always keep us cherished Nas, but you can’t guarantee our safety. Accidents can and will happen, we don’t want to think about it, but when the babies are toddlers, there’s going to be bumped heads, trips, falls, scrapes and bruises. Max is going to burn his fingers as he touches too hot pans because he’s an idiot, Draco is going to keep hitting his head on the headboard of the bed because he’s a twit, Harry will injure himself because he’s a clumsy little thing and you will always cut yourself shaving. It’s just little accidents that are going to happen and we just have to deal with them when they happen Amant.”

Nasta smiled at the French endearment and kissed Blaise’s temple, rasping his small growth of stubble against Blaise’s smooth cheek.

“I thought you had shaved this morning?” Blaise asked incredulously.

“I did. It’s growing in faster and thicker, if I didn’t think Harry would pin me down and hack off half my chin, I’d grow a small beard, just so I didn’t have to shave twice a day, every day and cut myself so often. I’m becoming scabbier than a mangy cat.”

Blaise chuckled. Harry hated beards and moustaches. A bit of stubble he liked, but he much preferred his men clean shaven, it was proved when he caressed Nasta’s chin and cheeks after he had just shaved, though he had stopped licking after Nasta had put on after shave without telling him and Harry had licked it off. He had walked around with his tongue half out for an hour before he said the horrible taste was gone.

Blaise let out a breath and tilted his head back, looking into Nasta’s strong, gorgeous face, those amused hazel-green eyes looking back at him.

Nasta gently kissed his forehead, down his nose, then delicately kissed his chin and his Adam’s apple and then kissed him so hard and passionately that Blaise was shocked into moaning and arching his back. His open mouth allowed Nasta to push his tongue into his mouth and that tongue stroked and licked at every inch of his mouth.

They were broken apart by a baby wailing. Blaise groaned as Farren, who he was babysitting as he did his translations, squirmed and cried in the bassinet beside him.

“He’s dirty.” Nasta told him unneededly, Blaise could smell Farren.

“That’s not nice.” Blaise teased loudly. “He’s our second oldest son; you can’t call him dirty, what would Max say if he heard you calling his firstborn dirty?”

“Nasta did what?!” Came the shout from the next room preceding the formidable, angry form of Max storming into the kitchen.

“Why are you calling my son dirty?!” He demanded.

Nasta raised an eyebrow. “He is dirty, if you don’t think so, you can change him.”

Blaise grinned as Nasta placed the grizzling baby in Max’s horrified arms, he picked up his book and notebook of translations and let Nasta lead him out of the kitchen.

“But…but that’s not fair!” Max whined as they left the kitchen and Blaise chuckled as he went to secure the book back into the specially charmed case he had bought for it.

He went back down the stairs and into the living room, to find Nasta cuddled up with a sleepy Harry, Leolin and Calix in arms. Regan was sleeping, sucking on the pink dummy that was usually claimed by Braiden before his brothers and sister could have it, Tegan was in the bassinet next to him, awake, but her dark blue eyes were half closed and she was drowsily sucking on a grass green dummy, swaddled tightly in a blanket.

Draco was on the floor, Braiden held up to eye level and they seemed to be having a stare out, before Draco moved forward and blew a raspberry on a chubby cheek. Braiden giggled happily and Blaise smiled. His only biological child. Their firstborn.

He sat behind Draco, spreading his legs wide to fit Draco’s broad body between his thighs and rested his chin on Draco’s shoulder; he couldn’t reach the top of his head, Draco was too tall.

Braiden saw him over Draco’s shoulder and gurgled happily.

“Da da da!” He babbled and Blaise smiled widely. He loved it when Braiden directed his babble towards him, even if he didn’t actually recognise him as his ‘Dada’ yet. “Ba ba!”

Blaise chuckled and nipped at Draco’s shirt with his teeth, pulling on the fabric covering his shoulder. Draco turned his head and kissed his eyebrow.

Blaise wrapped arms around Draco’s waist and pulled faces at Braiden, who found it hysterical.

“La ma!” He cooed.

“Look Blaise, Braiden thinks you’re a llama.” Draco chuckled.

Blaise chuckled, which was echoed from behind them by Nasta, who was carding fingers through a sleeping Harry’s hair, supporting both Leolin and Calix now.

“Ca ba ba!”

“That was a new one.” Draco said aloud what they were all thinking.

“Ca ma!”

“Yes Braiden, you do love the camera, or rather that would be the camera loves you.” Blaise grinned.

They had so many photos of Braiden now they had to start a second baby book for him, Harry really did go overboard with the photos, not that any of them were complaining, they’d likely need new baby books for the quintuplets soon as well. Max was thinking of buying Harry a real professional camera for his birthday to aid him in his quest to plaster every inch of free wall they had with photographs and filling the bookshelves with photo albums.

“Ooo boo!”

“He’s on a roll today, should we wake Harry? He’ll be distraught he’s missed this much.” Max commented as he put a freshly cleaned Farren into a bassinet, plugging up his mouth with a bright yellow dummy.

Nasta handed Leolin off to Max, who cuddled the tiny baby in his massive arms carefully and delicately.

Nasta shook Harry gently and called to him softly. Harry made a soft humming noise.

“Wake up love, you’re missing Braiden developing.”

It took a moment or two for those words to sink in before Harry’s eyes snapped open and he sat up woozily, looking around blearily for Braiden. Draco stood up with him and sat next to Harry, trying to coax the baby into saying his new words again, leaving Blaise to heft himself up onto the second settee, next to Max and he bent over his lap to kiss Leolin, before stretching out, pillowing his head on those large, heavily muscled thighs and curling his knees up to fit on the settee without hanging off of it and watching his family cuddle and coo over their six children and one another as Draco wound up Harry by calling him a cute, fluff head, he stopped when Harry threatened to shave his own head bald and permanently spell the hair to Draco’s face.

Blaise chuckled at them, trying to ignore the way the hair on the back of his neck stood up on end as Max massaged his scalp and brushed thick fingers through his hair.

Braiden fell asleep soon after showing Harry his new words and Harry carried all of the babies to bed, coming back down with a baby monitor in hand before snuggling up with Draco.

Blaise twisted onto his back and looked up at Max’s gorgeous blue eyes. Really they had eyes of nearly every colour and a gene pool that made every eye colour, perhaps that was why Harry had chosen them all, their unique eye colours and what those colours brought to the gene pool.

Harry had those gorgeous emerald coloured eyes, Nasta a strange mix of hazel, green and gold, Draco had silver eyes, but through him any child of his could have grey or light blue eyes, he himself had purple eyes and Max had those stunning dark blue eyes, but through him, any child of his could have black eyes as well as any shade of the medium to darker blues, coupled with their range of hair colours, their children would all be stunning.

“I’m going to take sleepy, fluff head to bed.” Draco said quietly.

“You’d better not let him hear you say that, you’d look terrible with his jet black hair spelled to your face.” Blaise teased softly.

Draco smiled at him and winked as he eased a sleeping Harry into his arms and carried him up the stairs to their bedroom, leaving Blaise to snuggle into Max’s warmth. Max was always warm, he was so big and bulky that he just generated a lot of body heat and it made him so comfortable and cuddly.

Blaise didn’t know how long passed before he heard Nasta come over and start moving his body from Max’s lap. He made a disgruntled noise and heard the two older doms laughing at him quietly.

“It’s bedtime Blaise, Max needs his rest. You I can carry up the stairs, if he falls asleep, he’s staying down here tonight.” Nasta explained and Blaise stopped fighting so hard to stay on Max and let Nasta cradle him, just this once he thought. Harry and Draco were bound to be asleep by now.

“Jus’ this once.” He murmured sleepily.

Nasta chuckled quietly and kissed around his face so gently that he smiled in his half asleep state. He truly did love them all and he was glad that Harry had needed so many mates, their relationship just wouldn’t work without all of them, each bringing in and adding something irreplaceable to their relationship that was like a permanent sticking charm holding them all together. He had been a fool to leave, never again.

He heard Max getting ready for bed and allowed Nasta to undress him and then redress him in his favourite pyjama bottoms, he was feeling lazy and sleepy and Nasta didn’t seem to mind as he licked and kissed around his bellybutton before Max stopped moving in the bed and Nasta handed him over to that wonderful warmth again. He cuddled in tightly to that warmth, loving the large hand that took the chills away from his spine and sides.

Blaise felt Max yawn as Nasta climbed into the bed on the opposite side to them, closest to the babies. He reached behind him and touched a strong back. Draco was behind him, then Harry and then Nasta. He made a small noise before turning back towards Max and burying his face in that soft, muscled neck. It was as warm as the rest of Max and smelt like pine, which was Max’s natural scent and talcum powder, likely from when he had changed Farren, he must have gotten some on his hands and then touched his neck.

Blaise fell asleep, happy, warm and feeling so loved in the bed that all of them shared, even if Harry did try to take it over almost every single night. He didn’t mind, it was just another peculiar quirk that made Harry, Harry. The person who had brought them all together in the first place, the person that they all loved so very, very much.

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A/N: One-shot in one hour. I hope you all enjoyed this look into an evening with Blaise. More dominant bonding to come.

I think that’s all, the main chapter will be some when this week I think. If you were on Facebook, you’d know that and more though.

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