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Trifecta	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 69992 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 12
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, the universe, or anything you may recognize herein. I only play in this universe for fun. I also do not make any money from writing this, I do it for the entertainment of other sick-minded individuals like myself.

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Please don't hate Vlad.He did what he had to do.

Harry hurried to the room he was supposed to meet Vlad in, knowing he'd be late. He was using his Vampire speed, but he had ten seconds to make it, and even with his preternatural speed, it took a full minute from his room with Blaise. Damn the Italian for having such mind-blowing kissing skills, anyway! Harry wasn’t ashamed to admit that the incubus' mate was very distracting.

He got to the room and opened the door, panting. “I'm here!” He gasped out.

Vlad gave him a disapproving look. “You're late.” He said flatly. “Come on. We haven’t got all night. Let's get started.” He left, speeding down the halls and Harry gave chase, adrenaline pumping through his borrowed blood.

They raced through the halls, reached the entryway of the castle, and Vlad opened the door. “After you.” He said, waving toward the doorway invitingly.

Harry emerged into the brisk night air and looked around. The moon was full, casting a silvery sheen over everything in sight, and he turned to see Vlad closing the door behind them. “Where are we going?” He asked.

Vlad gave him a stare, then shook his head. “We're hunting, young one. Where else would we find game to hunt but the forest?”

“Oh.” Harry said. He approached the forest, looking it over warily. “So what do I do?” He asked.

“For this, you will need to call on your instincts. Your vampire instincts.” Vlad said as they stood at the edge of the forest.

Harry frowned. “I’m not sure how—” He began, but Vlad cut him off.

“There is a killer inside you, little one. Just draw it out.” He said surely.

Harry's blood ran cold. “No.” He said shortly. “I’m not a killer.” He said firmly.

Vlad smirked, fangs flashing in the light of the half-moon. “I never said you were. I said that there was a killer inside you. Just as there is one inside me. There is a killer inside every creature of the night. Vampires are special, though, in that we can connect with ours, meld with it, and rule it. It will augment your skills, not subsume your humanity. You will still be you, just more.” He finished. He turned to Harry and closed the distance between them to breathe in his ear, “Find it. Welcome it.”

Harry closed his eyes and searched, calling up the parts of the vampire he'd already used, feeling a strange urge within him, but try as he might, it kept slipping out of reach. Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in his stomach. He cried out, doubling over as his eyes snapped open.

Vlad's dagger was buried in his gut.

“What the hell?! How is this supposed to help?!” He shouted, pulling the dagger out and tossing it aside. “Bloody sadist!”

Vlad chuckled. “Now you’re feeling a bit hungry, aren’t you? But if you want to eat tonight, you must connect with that killer instinct inside you. Because if you try to go to your mate before you finish a hunt, I'll kill you. And I’ve had practice, little one." He finished, eyes intent on Harry.

Harry growled, feeling a cold rage grip him as he stared at the other vampire.

Vlad's smile turned vicious. “Ah, there we are. You can feel it now, can’t you?” He asked. “Don’t give in to it. Master it. You can manage that, can’t you? Don't go rogue on me now, Harry.”

Harry reined in the bloodlust and urge to tear Vlad apart, and focused it, instead, on finding a source of blood in the forest.

Vlad chuckled. “Good, good. You're a natural! You hardly need my help at all, now!” He said in surprise and delight. “Look at how focused you are! Wonderful!”

Harry smelled it before he saw it, but once he spotted the deer, he was off, Vlad racing beside him, feet eating up the distance rapidly as they closed in.

The deer noticed them too late, and they were upon it in seconds, fangs sinking in and mouths gulping. Vlad drank greedily, but Harry recoiled at the taste.

Vlad pulled away long enough to warn him, “Drink. You won’t be seeing your mate tonight, and that cut needs to heal.”

Harry sighed and bent to begin drinking again. The taste was ashy, unappetizing, and gamey. But it was blood, and it was healing him, albeit more slowly than Severus' did.

Vlad pulled away with a happy sigh. “Good choice. Your vampire recognized me, as it should, and went after something large enough to share.”

Harry took the last few mouthfuls and drew back, licking his lips. “This is going to make me sick, isn’t it?” He asked.

Vlad chuckled and shook his head. “Of course not. Your mate would taste better, as he should, but you can feed off of animals in a pinch.”

“I smell him. All the way out here.” Harry mused, picking up the scent of Severus.

Vlad nodded. “The siren’s song of a mate’s lifeblood. You'll always smell him when he’s near, now that your instincts are present. It's for you to determine how near is near. It varies for every pair. I'd say you have a fair bit of distance covered, though, if you smell him here and he did stay in his dungeons.”

“It’s faint.” Harry admitted. “God, he smells so good!”

“You can see him tomorrow. Tonight you return to your room. Alone.” Vlad said.

Harry smiled, realizing that Vlad didn’t know about Blaise. He wouldn’t be alone, but the elder vampire didn’t need to know that.

“Fine, I suppose. So you're leaving tomorrow night?” He asked the elder vampire. “What do I do if I need you? What if I have questions?”

Vlad smiled. “You'll muddle through, and besides, most of the questions you might ask of me are things I cannot answer anyway. Everything about the mating bond, for example, is very pair-specific. You might be able to control your mates impulses, or speak telepathically, or any number of things, but I cannot tell you how those abilities will show themselves, or when, or how you will know which you possess. It is different for every pair, you see. And as for the rest, well, you'll figure things out as you go. It's good for you. We don’t want lazy, complacent new vampires. There will be plenty of time to be lazy once you have settled into your powers and are well-respected among our kind. Now, go on in. I'm going to enjoy the moonlight for a while. I will be checking your mate's doorway for your scent, so no cheating.” He admonished.

Harry heaved a sigh and headed inside. He could feel the instincts still roiling within him, wanting to make another kill, wanting to glut himself on fresh blood. He tried his best to smother them, speeding up just to get to his rooms, where the only person he would come across would be very dear to him, and unpalatable, besides. Hopefully that would be enough to keep Blaise safe from him.

Harry rushed into the room, then through the next door into the bedroom, and the instincts that wanted him to kill seemed to temper a bit at the sight of his dominant mate.

Blaise opened his eyes and smiled at him. “Hey, gorgeous.” He took in Harry's frightened face and grew solemn. “Come here. Tell me what's wrong.”

Harry shed his clothes and climbed into bed, curling around Blaise and sighing in contentment as his dominant’s arms wrapped around him, soothing the beast he could still feel within him. “I don't want to be a killer.” He whispered fearfully into Blaise's chest.

“Then don’t be.” Blaise said easily.

Harry sighed. “I’m afraid that now, that’s all I can be.” He said quietly into the darkness. He could make out Blaise's face thanks to his vampire vision, but we relieved to know the Italian wouldn’t see the strain he knew was evident on his own.

Blaise frowned. “Did you bring a darker aspect of the vampire to the surface tonight?” He guessed.

Harry nodded.

“Did it help you any?” Blaise asked.

Another nod.

“Then what’s the problem?” Blaise asked him.

“I just want to be normal.” Harry whispered.

Blaise cast a Lumos and set his wand above their pillows so their faces would be lit. “You’re never going to be normal, love.” He said flatly.

Harry's face fell, and Blaise leaned forward to kiss him lightly.

“You’re never going to be normal, because every part of you is always going to be extraordinary.” He said firmly. “I can understand that this could be a bad thing—”

“It is.” Harry muttered dejectedly, and Blaise placed a finger over his lips to still his words.

“It could be.” Blaise repeated. “If you let it. But you’re not going to. You're going to take whatever comes at you and roll with it, learn to use it. Because you have to.”

Harry stared at him for a long moment, stymied. Then he asked, “And if I kill you in your sleep?”

Blaise smiled. “Then I'll die happy, wrapped around my own beloved incubus. But you won't. I trust you, even if you don't. Now, let's get to bed. Sex can wait for tomorrow.” He said, turning off his wand and wrapping his arms around Harry. “Good night, gorgeous.” Blaise said.

“Good night.” Harry returned. Sleep came, but not until the wee hours of the morning, as Harry pondered why Blaise's presence seemed to soothe the killer in his blood.

*****

Harry got up and stretched, feeling much better than he had the night before, though the urge to kill was still very much present. But Blaise was next to him, unharmed, mumbling sleepily in Italian as he roused.

Harry smiled down at him as Blaise opened bleary eyes and yawned.

“Hey, gorgeous.” Blaise said, sitting up and rubbing sleep from his eyes. “How are you feeling now?” He asked.

Harry shrugged. “Better, but still like I want to make a kill.” He told his mate.

Blaise snorted. “Yes, well, vampire.” He said, pointing at Harry. “You may just have to learn to live with that urge.”

“I suppose so. I’m spending the day with Lucius, then tonight I’m going to go see Severus to explain what happened with Vlad. He needs to know, too. I want you all to watch me, keep me on the straight and narrow. Don’t let me start killing.”

Blaise stared at him in disbelief. “And how do you expect us to stop you if you decide to kill someone?! You're ten times stronger than us, Harry, at least. There’s nothing we can do to stop you.” He said. “You're just going to have to control yourself, gorgeous. Take out any aggression on your subs.” He said with a smile.

Harry snorted. “Oh, yes, because they'll love that.” He said sarcastically.

Blaise shrugged. “Do whatever you need to. Just don’t forget who your dominant is.” He said.

Harry grinned. “I think you should remind me. In the shower.” He said stripping on his way to the bathroom.

“Don’t leave your dirty pyjamas on the floor!” Blaise called out, following him.
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