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Dragons Heritage	By : Doragonkage Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 50301 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 6
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or the Dracken concept, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling

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AN: Kelj fel, én kis láng. Hadd legyen az én angyal szabadon / Arise, my little flame. Let/set my angel free (Hungarian VERY rough translation) Angyal = Angel
When Harry and Bator returned to the gates of Elysium, and managed to treck down half the length of the walk-way when the door nearly blew off of it's hinges. Through the doorway Charlie stormed out, only to come to a screeching halt where the paved walk-way met the first stair. The abrupt stopping of Charlie had Shawn smacking square against the red-heads form, whatever the frantic servant had been trying to say brought to a muffled end against Charlie's broad back.
The sight would of been hilarious, if not for the fact that Charlie stood there in nothing but a pair of loose pants, with his hair a complete mess. Eyes burning with uncontrolled fury, betrayal and most of all panic. All those things clear as the light of the sun.
”Get away from him NOW....” Charlie hissed aloud, while his fingers curled down against his palms with an audible crack of his knuckles.
Harry watched as Charlie stormed out of the building, clearly in the search of something. The healthy hue of red over the mans cheek. The lines of the pillow still fresh upon Charlie's cheek and his wild mane of hair all evidence that the man had literally just gotten out of bed and flown off the handle. It didn't take a scientist to figure out what had gone awry, and from the low growl coming from next to him was enough to force a shiver down Harry's spine.
”Or else vhat?” Bator challenged straight away. Straightening his back and looking at Charlie along the length of his nose as he attempted to take a step to get between Harry and Charlie.
Where the Dracken side was preening at the chance to witness two dominants fight, it was the more dominant Human mentality that held control now as he watched Bator take a step forward, holding himself tall and firm against the challenger.
Harry looked from one dominant to the other, he could see their Dracken's pushing to the front-most, both already showing scales here and there, claws pushing out from beneath the nails while muscles twitched and bulged, ready to go.
”I'll cut you to size for laying a hand on my submissive.” Charlie hissed again, although his voice had gone lower to a more of a growl than anything.
Not wanting neither of the two to get hurt, nor make a scene where anybody could possibly see them and thus doom them all, Harry did the only thing he could. Rushing forward to get between the two dominants Harry turned his sides to both of them and lift his arms, looking from left to right.
”Stop it you two. There is NO reason to go through this again!” Harry partially shouted, to get the attention he needed to snap the two out of their deadlock of will and nature.
”You're velcome to...” Bator managed to snarl out, only to be cut off by Harry stepping in the middle of them, a yard or so between him and Charlie.
Blinking in confusion Bator huffed indignantly, as did Charlie. The two of them stood tall and while their eyes never moved away from Harry, the both of them kept a close look at their opponent as well.
”Step aside Harry, this isn't a place for a submissive.” Bator huffed and stepped forward, fully intending on going through with things.
”This is the place for THIS submissive, now STOP acting like a raging bull.” Harry snapped back, gritting his teeth to keep from shouting more, although his eyes were set on Mister Farkas entirely.
”Watch your tongue old man, that is NO way to talk to MY submissive.” Charlie snarled and moved forward as well.
”Stop antagonizing him Charlie, I'm his just as I am yours.” Harry snapped, feeling mighty agitated at being objectified like this. Turning to face Charlie, with his arms still spread out, about to make his objections known for this, only to find himself being moved.
Bator made his way over to Harry in long strides, his temper being tested in the way he was being talked to by this insignificant little dominant. Placing a hand on Harry's shoulder, fully intending on guiding the smaller male to the side, so as not to be right in the middle of him ridding them of the issue.
Charlie's already raging jealousy and anger were fed new life when Bator's hand landed on harry's shoulder and began to maneuver the teen to the side. With a snarl Charlie shot forward and drew back his right arm.
Once near enough Charlie swung, delighting in the loud smack of his fist connecting with Bator's left cheek. As Bator stumbled to the side, bringing his own hand up to the spot where he'd been struck, Charlie took his chance to move the stunned teen behind him, out of harms way.
Charlie's brief victory was short-lived as Bator gathered himself and lunged back, his face twisted into a vicious expression, filled with blood-lust and desire to settle the score. Harry barely managed to scrambled out of the way when Bator came tackling Charlie to the ground, effectively knocking the air out of the red-heads lungs.
While the two exchanged blows Harry moved over to Shawn, who had remained standing at the doorway. Slumping down to sit on the top step Harry sighed and ran his hands over his face, groaning in frustration.
”Terribly sorry that I couldn't calm Master Weasley's temper upon his notice of the departure of you and Master Farkas.” Shawn said from his spot, bowing deep to express his sincerity.
”It's alright Shawn, nothing you could do, not until I have my heat...” Harry sighed plaintively while he crossed his arms over his bent knees and rested his chin on his forearms.
”Why can't I just have it..and be over and DONE with it to those two can stop getting on each others nerves for simply smelling me passingly” Harry ground out, his right foot tapping nervously against the stone step, when a thought suddenly popped up in the teens mind.
”As a matter of fact...” Harry began and shot up, startling Shawn in the process, more so when the grinning teen turned to face him.
”Ah...yes Master Potter?” Shawn inquired politely, although he did have to swallow a lump in his throat, that look didn't promise anything good, EVER.
”First of all you will stop calling me that, and second of all....” Harry glanced over to the brawling pair, frowning only briefly before clearing his throat.
”It seems that I'll have to practice the fine art of love-making all by myself because my lovers are so very, and truly fond of each other instead.” Harry purred, making sure to speak in a tone of voice just loud enough to catch the attention of the brawling pair, before he turned to head back inside, stopping half a step behind Shawn.
”Or would you care to help me with the subject Shawn?.” Harry practically purred into Shawn's ear, having leaned closer so his breath brushed by the shell of the males ear.
The words and tone of voice that Harry had chosen to use pulled just the right chords. In an instant both Charlie and Bator halted in their wrestling. Both had a firm hold of the other with one hand, while the other was used to hit and block, and so they stood only turning their heads to focus their entire attention to the little vixen at the doorway.
Two pairs of blue eyes narrowed, twin growls of possessive in nature filled the air as they watched their submissive flirting so with another man, another NON-dracken man at that. Disengaging from one another, swiping at the small trickles of blood from nose and lip the two rolled their shoulders and as a united front began advancing towards the sputtering servant and grinning submissive.
”And this is our que to RUN!!” Harry shrieked suddenly before dashing off, laughing aloud as he went.
Shawn blinked owlishly for a moment, only to practically scream when his eyes landed on the two adrenaline filled dominants rushing towards him. Dashing in after Harry as fast as his legs would carry Shawn hoped to avoid being caught, he had NO desire what so ever to deal with two Dracken dominants who had been riled up by competition, and by a supposedly lusty submissive.
For the next fifteen minutes the house was filled with the heavy thumping of feet thudding against the floors, mainly those of Bator's, Charlie's and Harry's, since Shawn managed to hide himself. In the end Harry was caught when he was running along the upstairs corridor in an attempt to get away from Bator.
Dashing down the stairs, taking them in two leaps and rounding the corner and down the hallway, completely unaware of missing one Dominant. Dashing past the kitchen harry ran all the way to the living-room, and there his mad dash was brought to a halt.
Not a second later than Harry had managed to pry open the door, and he felt a weight at his back and a pair of solid arms around his waist, easily picking him up and using the momentum to carry the teen over to the couch. Flat on his front on the couch, breathing hard between chuckles, Harry gave a slight wiggle beneath the one who held him pinned to the couch. Drawing in a breath through his nose Harry knew instantly which one had pinned him there.
”Nnh..that's enough Charlie...lemme go now.” Harry whined, giving another wiggle. Yet when he heard the low, rumbling chuckle from the red-head, Harry couldn't help, but to stiffen.

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”Don't think so....That was quite a threat you made there...and a submissive like that should be taught not to threaten their dominants.” Charlie purred softly against the back of Harry's head, taking a deep breath of the boys scent before nuzzling the nape of Harry's neck.
Harry attempted to wiggle free from beneath the pinning weight of Charlie, but with the way his over-worked muscles protested the motion the teen gave-up and huffed against the couch. Laying still instead of attempting to flee forced Harry to truly experience the slight nuzzling at the nape of his neck. Each brush of nose and morning stubble along the sensitive skin at the small dip at the base of his skull was more than enough to have Harry shivering and squeezing the couch-pillow.
”I'm not a child nor am I a Dog that can be taught, so get off of me.” Harry grunted beneath Charlie. The teens entire body shivering when the vibrations of Charlie's answering growl vibrated against his back.
”No, you are not, but I'd say a lesson needs to be taught here regardless.” Bator mused aloud from the doorway, where he was leaning against the door-frame with his arms crossed over his chest, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips.
The sudden, although expected, appearance the older man was just enough of an impact on the moment to allow Harry to regain himself, and his hormones back under control. Turning his head to look at the slowly approaching male, only to feel the same sense of fluster and utmost loss of the ability to really do anything but be there and be dealt with, so to say.
Charlie turned his head just enough to see the older Dominant walking towards them. The side of his head rested against the softness that was Harry's hair, while said teen was pinned beneath his form, held by strong limbs while blanketed by a solid torso, just the barest hint of weight resting on the slim figure.
”Kelj fel, én kis láng. Hadd legyen az én angyal szabadon.” Bator murmured softly once he got to the side of the couch, grouching down to be at an equal level with the two, keeping his eyes set on both of them.
To say that Charlie was taken by surprise, would of been an understatement. His right brow arched up to nearly blend in his hairline, the left side of his lips tugging in a grin, but he did push himself up enough to let Harry free. The act that was met with a slight squeal of delight from the hastily clambering teen.
Harry righted himself and sat at the end of the couch. Stretching his legs out fully, even wiggling his toes a bit, only to realize that he was still wearing his shoes. Frowning at his own thoughtlessness, Harry moved his leg to to move his foot within reach to remove the article, only to find himself unable to do when a strong hand gripped his knee.
Looking to his left Harry blinked a couple of times as he watched Bator grinning back at him while maneuvering himself, and the foot, within reach so he could remove the shoe himself. Making sure to rest Harry's foot on his thighs while he tugged at the laces, taking his time before sliding the footwear off, tossing it aside without a care.
Repeating the process with the other shoe as well, Bator had Harry's feet on his thighs, his hands running along the heel. Slowly tracing up along the sole while his thumb applied just the slightest of pressure against the arch of the foot, drawing a long, shuddering groan from the teen.
While Bator worked his hands along Harry's feet, Charlie crawled over. Laying down on his stomach, but instead of blanketing Harry, he brought his head to rest on the smaller ones lap, nuzzling the side of his face against it. Harry glanced down, and suppressed a chuckle at the sight of Charlie nuzzling his thigh like a cat. Moving his left hand about Harry placed it on the back of Charlie's head and began combing his fingers through the tousled strands of red hair, occasionally scraping his nail gently against the scalp, even more so when Charlie began to growl quietly, the sound akin to a satisfied purr than anything else.
Their moment of lounging and pampering was brought to an abrupt stop by the arrival of Shawn and a large trey full of various edibles. As he set the trey down onto the table Shawn lift his head just enough to give Harry a brief glimpse of the sly grin that the servant had on, and for good reason too seeing how Harry frowned.
Since Harry and Charlie had moved in, Harry and Shawn had spent time familiarizing with one another. Harry for the sake of finding out some of the routines that Bator had as regarding to his everyday life, so he could better accommodate and adapt to them. Meanwhile Shawn got to know the future spouse of his master to best aid him, as well as the other man, to settle in and to find out their routines as to better fulfill his role as a servant of the Farkas household.
”Thank you Shawn....” Bator sniped sharply as he let Harry's feet slip from his grasp. Head turned to grant said servant a pointed look to let him know that the interruption was not appreciated.
”Shall I serve your morning bourbon and cigar now, or once you have showered?” Shawn inquired as cheerfully as he ever did while he stood behind the table, seemingly unaffected by the brief glare he'd been given.
”I vill call for you, vhen I vish to have it.” Bator huffed, flicking his right hand in a dismissive gesture to send Shawn on his way to tend to the rest of his daily tasks.
”Do you have to talk to him like that?” Harry said from where he sat on the couch. The teens fingers still idly combing through Charlie's hair.
Harry nudged Charlie slightly, but instead of the man moving to get up, Charlie rubbed his face against Harry's thigh and made a small grunting sound. Apparently the red-head had dozed off beneath the idle ministrations from his loved one.
”Would you be kind as to give me a bowl of mixed fruits please? And a cup of tea would be nice.” Harry said while a smile decorated his face as he looked up to at the older dominant.
Bator merely nodded at that and did as he was asked of. Spooning a bowlful of the fruits for Harry, and setting it aside while he took the teapot and poured the water, blinking at the plain, steaming liquid for a moment before glancing over to Harry.
Fighting the urge to chuckle Harry merely moved his free hand to point at the small metal box that stood between the bowl of fruit and fresh bread, conveniently located to be hard to miss. Taking the box and opening it Bator found himself frowning at the content, and seeking some guidance from the teen.
”One teaspoon will be plenty, just sprinkle it there and stir, then add a bit of honey.” Harry instructed with a smile still lingering on his face, finding it quite endearing that despite his age Bator wasn't familiar with the concept of tea.
Bator set the cup down and raised his right hand a little, flicking it in a gesture while he murmured the quiet spell to summon his wand. The item came whirling through the air, landing on the mans palm with a smack.
The ominous looking item flicked once and the bowl as well as the cup began levitating in the air, hovering over to be within Harry's reach. Next the wand was pointed at the couch and with a flick and a quite murmur of a spell, and a brief jolt of surprise from Harry, the couch stretched a little.
No longer seated at the end of the couch, Harry found himself sitting on the seat next to it, undisturbed. About to inquire as to why Bator had done so, Harry found himself already answered when the man sat down and used his wand and magic to fix himself a little to eat.
Taking his chance Harry let the bowl and cup levitate undisturbed for now, while he carefully slid himself so he was partially leaning against Bator's side. Gradually letting his weight fall entirely against the solid form when he was not denied the contact, and glancing over at the older man's face revealed the delight the man took in the gesture itself.
By the time Harry and Bator had went through half of their breakfast, both doing so in comfortable silence while Harry's hand kept petting Charlie's head, when the red-head stirred from his cat-nap. Charlie stretched his arms and legs the best he could and yawned long and deep up until he realized just how he was positioned.
Straightening himself up and apologizing for falling asleep like that, Charlie reached his hands up to rub his eyes.
”Don't be sorry Charlie, you were cute all curled up there like a cat, especially if I dared to stop petting you hair.” Harry said cheerfully, and just to see whether or not Charlie was lulled to sleep out of being tired, or from the touch, Harry reached up again and gently ran his hand along the length of Charlie's head, from forehead to the back before sliding off the shoulder.
Charlie was blinking the last ounces of sleep from his eyes when he heard Harry speak and was in the process of asking what he meant when he felt the most heavenly sensation ever. A gentle pressure against his scalp, a distinct warmth emanating from the source of the weight on his head as it was slowly slid along over his head before brushing off over his shoulder. Charlie didn't even notice he had leaned against the touch before it was gone.
Looking at the two other men on the couch and their shared looks of amusement was enough to bring a slight hue of red over his cheeks in embarrassment.
”Now I know that if I ever find you with difficulties to sleep, just how I can lull you off to dreamlands.” Harry chuckled softly before taking a sip of his tea.
”That was quite endearing, but I suspect that only people with the hands only a good mother can have, could ever cause the same reaction.” Bator added as he set his cup down to the table, locking Gazes with Charlie for a moment when he straightened, trying to convey the compliment his words were meant as.
”Only time will tell that...” Charlie yawned slightly, giving Harry a brief smile while the teen busied himself in trying to hide his blush behind the edge of his teacup.
After breakfast the trio went about their day like they would any other Saturday. Bator would have his morning Cigar and bourbon outside, two things that Harry had discovered would be nigh impossible to remove from the mans routine without some form of bloodshed. Charlie and Harry would meander around the house and grounds talking this and that and would be joined by the oldest of the three once he had made himself more sociable after his unhealthy morning routines.
Together the three men would enjoy the summer to it's fullest, wandering over to Diagon Alley to shop, and just enjoy the scenery.Yet there was only a slight oddity in this day that both Dominants caught onto when they found Harry in the kitchen talking quietly with Shawn.
Harry looked flushed, his face was red all the way down to his neck and hew as gesturing nervously with his hands more than with the words coming from his lips. When Charlie made their presence known the conversation was cut immediately and Harry had all, but rushed to join his dominants, urging them to ignore his odd behavior so they could wander about outside and just enjoy the day. The reason for such odd behavior wouldn't come clear until much later in the day.
It was around ten when Harry announced that he'd retire to bed explaining that he'd woken up ridiculously early in the morning, a story that Bator confirmed since he'd found Harry already awake when he'd gotten down in the morning himself. Yet when Harry got upstairs Sleep was far from his mind.
Hastily Harry went to his room to fetch himself a new pair of underwear, as well as the silken morning robe that he'd gotten and went to take a shower. Once Harry was done, his previous clothing put in the hamper, the necessary spells cast to prepare himself for what he'd planned, the teen made his way over to the master-bedroom, hesitating at the door for only a moment before venturing inside.
Leaving the door ajar a little, so that a small sliver of light split the darkness within. Harry made his way to the bed and climbed onto it. His face flushed red, a slight bit of sweat beading at his forehead while he tried figuring how to position himself. Finally settling with just kneeling in the middle of the bed with his hands on his thighs with his robes pooled about himself to leave a sliver of flesh to be seen along the line of the throat, and all the way to the waistband of his boxers.
Taking in a deep breath, and one last glance at the bedside table to make sure that Shawn had gone and done what he'd asked him to, before Harry closed his eyes and concentrated for a moment. Focusing his mind on a single though, in his need for his mates, he didn't bother specifically what he needed them for, just that he needed them. Letting the feeling intensify slowly, keeping himself from reacting to the illusion until just the right moment.
Letting out the breath that he had held in a low, and vibrant call, a signal from a submissive to their dominants, one that'd drive said dominants to seek the submissive out. When nothing happened for a while Harry thought that he'd been too quiet for Charlie and Bator to properly hear him, and was preparing to repeat the call when he heard the distinct sound of the two literally rushing to him.
Charlie and Bator had been enjoying the quiet calm, despite the void left by Harry's departure, when both of them suddenly stiffened. It was as if their minds and bodies were suddenly in perfect synchronization when their attentions were seized by a distinct sound, one they had heard, but once before, yet it rang clearer than anything.
Together the two stood up and without a single thought spared for anyone who got in their way, the two dominants rushed forward, both growling softly as their instincts guided them to. Rushing, if not literally running, towards the source of the sound in the second floor of the house.
Upon the sight of the master-bedroom's door slightly ajar the two put one and one together and barged in, only to stop dead in their tracks at what awaited them in the room.
In the middle of the bed was Harry, wearing nothing but a pair of black underpants and the slightly over-sized morning-robe of red silk, but that wasn't what stunned the two into place. It was clear that Harry had a reason for being there, dressed how he was, yet it was unclear whether or not the teen had consciously allowed his dracken side to make an appearance.
Iridescent scales covered the area around Harry's eyes and all the way up to his hairline, while some glistened along the teen's jaw. There were scales glinting in the light on the revealed expanse of chest, stomach and thighs that were visible.
Most notable of the changes, however, was the fact that harry's hair was longer, much longer as it now fell about mid-way of Harry's back, and instead of being the perpetual rat's nest, the longer locks of hair now fell in neat waves. When Harry tilted his head to look at the two men, one such lock of hair fell to idly frame the side of the teens face.
”I don't make idle threats and promises....” Was all Harry said, hoping that both Charlie and Bator would remember his words from earlier and could connect them without any further explanations, he was feeling nervous enough as it was.
”Are....you sure about this...:” Charlie croaked after a while, hardly phased about the state his voice was in while his eyes took in the otherworldly sight before him.
”I vould be lying if I said that I had not wanted this ever since I saw you..” Bator murmured softly, his voice having gone lower, more...huskier than before.
”But I have grown to respect you more than I ever thought I vould a submissive, so I ask you now..:” Bator kept on talking as he reached the foot of the bed, leaning forward in a bow, yet never did his eyes venture away from Harry's.
”Do you wish for only one of us here?” Bator inquired, his voice holding the same lusting edge it had so far, if the edge was dulled a little by his sincerity.
Harry looked over to Charlie, who still stood at the doorway, looking both angered, aroused and stunned in the midst of the scene, seeking assurance or something alike from the older man, yet when none came Harry looked back to Bator and put on a smile, one that showed his nervousness and willingness.
”No, I want you both here....I want to have some experience before my heat, you know..” harry murmured quietly, averting his gaze when that predatory, smug grin reformed on Bator's face.
Charlie couldn't believe the sort of arrogance that Bator could pour into such a situation, the man was beyond thoughtless, he was downright...His train of thought was cut short by the reply that harry had give, the teen wanted them both, his little Raven wanted them in equal measures. Smiling confidently, looking at Harry the whole time as he made his way to the foot of the bed.
When Charlie and Bator made a move to lessen their own clothing they were stopped by Harry, who merely suggested that the two strip each other. An admition to finding it an arousing thought, was enough of an inducement to have the two dominants turning to one another.
Bator reached his right hand over and hooked his fingers under Charlie's belt and tugged the man over. With their fronts now firmly slotted against one another, arousal pressing against arousal, the two stared at each other for just a fraction of a moment.
Leaning in Bator hid his face from harry's view under the pretense of nibbling on Charlie's neck. Instead he moved his lips over to whisper into the mans ear.
”Remember to moan like you did in the shower...I'm certain our little Angyal would love to hear it.” Bator growled quietly into Charlie's ear. Meanwhile his hands occupied in sliding up Charlie's shirt, exposing the expanses of muscular body and slightly tanned flesh for Harry's eyes to feast upon.
Before Charlie could properly respond to the words spoken, he felt Bator's teeth clamp down right onto the spot where the previous bite-mark from the same man was on. The teeth slotted in nicely, pressing against each and every tender area accordingly, but unlike when they were made, this bite was gentle, meant to put pressure just enough to cause a zing to run through the intended targets spine. Groaning low in his throat Charlie gripped at Bator's hips and ground his hips lazily forward while he arched his back just to let Harry watch a bit better.
When Charlie's arms refused to move an inch to help in removing the shirt entirely, Bator merely gripped it firmly, and with some help from his newly formed claw, tore the article in half, discarding the pieces onto the floor, running his claws along the expanse of Charlie's chest, showing Harry just how well Charlie reacted to a stimulus that held an edge of pain to it.
This is how the two went on, working each other up for their submissive, who watched on aroused mesmerized by the live show. Until the two men stood in nothing but their underwear of choice with both of them flushed, breathing deep and hot with a thin sheen of sweat glistening on their skin.
Turning their heads to look over to harry, both growling slightly as they distanced from one another, both circling to a side of the bed, getting on it on all fours. Slowly crawling towards the submissive, both moving slow, to show they were in control, and that they would do all to prove worthy of the trust now placed upon them
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