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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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Anita was definitely not apologizing by walking back into the underground of the Circus. She was not admitting that she had over reacted. She was not acknowledging that she was the first to give in by coming home. She was not doing any of these things when she walked in to the living room area of the underground and plopped down next to a reading Micah and lay her head in his lap.

Micah simply raised a hand and placed on her side, making soothing circles. After a short time of that a long and drawn out sigh came from under the papers he was reading for the furry coalition, The Coalition for Understanding between Lycanthropes and Humans. “I don’t really need to ask, do I? I mean we shouldn’t have to play that game.” He put his papers on the coffee table in front of him and waited for a response.

“Why not? Regular women have their boyfriends and husbands play the game. I want to be regular.”

“Anita, you are an extension of me, metaphysically and physically. We don’t play that game for the same reason regular husbands and boyfriends have to. Tell me, what is wrong.” Micah continued making circles in Anita’s side and waited.

“I’m not sorry about last night, but I like them more and more. Plus Teddy is super cute.” Anita placed a hand on Micah’s thigh under her head. She squeezed the flesh just to feel the solid security that the leopard provided.

“I don’t think it is necessary for you to be apologetic, just courteous and as cooperative as you can. Harry is something that has to be figured out, he’s a lot like you.”

“Are you saying I should blindly accept them as a part of us?”

“No, Anita, I am not saying that at all. I think you should accept them as powerful people and residents of St. Louis. And, maybe later, friends, if you are so inclined.” Micah stopped the circles and brought his hand up to tangle into Anita’s hair. “Do you want to go to bed?”

“Sure, but I am not very sleepy.”

“Neither am I.” Micah replied.

“In case anyone ever asks, I have never said ‘super cute’ in reference to anyone.” Anita rose and headed to the bedroom she shared with Micah and Nathaniel. Micah smiled and followed after her.

Breakfast the next morning was an animated affair when three fiery red heads and one morose blond came down to eat with Harry and Severus. Teddy had changed his hair to a matching shade of Weasley red for what was deemed ‘Weasley Day’, much to Severus chagrin.

“What does Weasley Day entail?” Severus asked with some amount of almost visible regret.

“Uncle Sev, we shall be having a quidditch game out back, Mitzy will make a Molly Weasley feast for supper, and we will have a WWW sanctioned war.”

“We are without weaponry for this war you speak of, Teddy.” Severus said, pointing out the flaw in Teddy’s plans for the day.

“We as the founders and co-owners of WWW as always…”

“…have come prepared with plenty of weaponry. We have brought a bottomless trunk…”

“…for all to take their pick.” Severus groaned at having to deal with the Weasley twins speaking patterns.

“That sounds amazing, Teddy. Forge and Gred, thanks.”

“No problem little brother. You know us…”

“…we like to have fun.”

“How come when they call you little you don’t get so mad at them?” Draco spoke, putting down his fork to look seriously at Harry.

“Because they use it as a moniker for my younger age, not a reference to my size, Malfoy.”

“That’s a convenient way of referencing someone as small as you.” He picked back up his fork and did not notice the whispered spell and wand aimed at him. Draco felt a slight itching on his scalp and raised his hand to tap at it, knowing it was very rude to scratch at the dining table. When he drew his hand away there were strands of his long platinum locks draped over his hand. A firmer hand to smooth his hair away from his suddenly obstructed eyes brought more hair falling into his hand and plate.

“What the bloody hell?” He patted his head firmer and ran his hands over it. All Malfoy saw was long strands of platinum hair everywhere around him falling. He stood quickly and conjured a mirror. “Potter, you did this? I didn’t even really insult you.”

“No, I did,” answered Severus. “I asked you to watch what you said to harass my husband. It will grow back before we leave tonight, but it will itch and be adequately uncomfortable.” Severus smirked and everyone at the table laughed at the frowning blond. But Draco made no more move to seek retribution, he was sufficiently chastised by his Godfather.

He sat with a huff, “Fine.”

The beauty of the evening sunset and wonderful weather made the new Potter-Snape property worth the move across the pond. The picnic tables were being removed when the limousine approached the entrance road to the house. The wards alerted the inhabitants to the arrival of their transportation. Harry, Severus, and Draco rushed to their room to dress. With the use of magic they were ready in plenty of time when the car pulled up to the front of their home. Fred and George had volunteered to stay with Teddy and opted out of the skin night.

They were dropped off in front a club with a long line out front. Harry and Severus commented on the fact that the business must be doing very well. But Draco had made it more about himself as always.

“By that line I can see that I am expected. Even across the pond the Malfoy charm precedes me.” His smug look of self-assurance only caused rolled eyes from his companions.

“Draco, I think the line is for the talent on offer this evening as opposed to the opportunity to look upon your visage.” Severus stepped from the opened car door and helped his husband. Draco followed and smiled at the gawkers observing their arrival.

“I think the locals are suitably awed by my visage Sev.” Draco headed past the bouncer at the door. The bouncer was a huge, muscular vampire. He made to stop Draco as he strolled to the door. A glare and a disdainful look from the blond stopped the vampire like a brick wall.

Buzz, the vampire, gathered himself as the realization that he was cowed by a mere human, guest of the master of City or not. “You must check any crosses or holy items at the cross check. Someone will show you to your reserved booth.” He turned away from the scary blond to return to supervising the door for trouble.

“Draco, I think you offended him.” Harry chimed passing the cross check to get to the scantily clad man waiting to show them their seats.

“I scared him Potter. There is no muscle bound dead bloke that is going to intimidate a Malfoy.” Draco sat down with the grace always attributed to the youngest Minister of Magic since the establishment of the Ministry.

“We’re in a strip club Draco, why on earth would you need to be intimidating to the staff?” Severus looked truly curious as to the answer to his query.

Draco rolled his eyes like the answer was obvious, “I am a visiting dignitary, Sev. As such I represent people as a whole wherever I go; therefore, if I am intimidating, then Britain is intimidating.”

“You know Malfoy, that actually makes sense. Should I be glaring at the scantily clothed blokes too?” Harry smiled at his long time rival.

“Barring retaliation from my Godfather, I will choose to leave the answer to that statement silent.” Draco chose instead to look Harry from feet to head and shrug.

“You know you are wonderful company on outings Malfoy. I just wish there weren’t thousands of miles between us.” Harry smiled.

“That is an odd sentiment. I had no idea my company was that liked by you Harry.”

“It’s not, I wish there were millions of miles between us, but that would require interstellar travel and wizards are rather technophobic.”

Severus laughed out right, as their drinks arrived; he took a long sip of his beverage. The banter was forestalled by the appearance of the Master of City. Jean-Claude was looking splendid in a flaring white tunic shirt and painted on black leather pants. He was wearing knee high boots that formed to his legs so well, that it was probably best that the pants were so tight.

“Good evening, Patrons. I am your host for the evening, Jean-Claude.” At the vampire’s French accent and announcement of his identity, the crowd went wild. Mostly made up of women, the noise was a deafening high pitch. “I am happy to see you as well. It makes me glad I am here in America where no one judges me for my immortality. They are more jealous of my beauty.”

Jean-Claude did a graceful twirl like he was floating on air. It was almost mesmerizing to watch as the crowd of women drew in breaths and a few men looked uncomfortable at their need to breathe heavier. The moment was only released by the host when he spoke again.

“You are such good people and I have such wonderful sights to show you tonight. Are you ready?” The audience clapped and whooped their readiness. “Our first dancer tonight is a pretty puppy that loves to play all night long.”

The lights went down and when they came back up Jean-Claude was gone and in his place was the alluring form of a brunette wearing a skimpy dog costume.   He moved sensually with suggestive thrusts to the accompanying music. He was fairly good, but the enthusiasm of the audience was nowhere near what Jean-Claude had left when he announced the dancer. It wasn’t until the end of his dance as he moved and writhed naked to the fast pace music did the crowd show any real appreciation for the dancer. The brunette fell to all fours and seemed to vibrate in place on the stage. Energy started to pour off the man and the three wizards sat up straight as the waves hit them. They watched as the dancer’s skin split and fur started to roll over the prone body. It only took a half minute, but the transformation was exciting despite the talent of the dancer.

The shiny furred wolf sitting on stage shook itself and stood. It took a circuit around the stage to applause and catcalls. Jean-Claude reappeared gliding up to the wolf, stroking the furry head. The wolf preened under the attention of the Master of City.

“Thank you Harlowe, for that exciting transformation. I think everyone enjoyed it.” The wolf snuffled the vampire’s hand, turning to head off the stage. “Are you ready for your next dancer tonight?”

The crowd was up and out of their seats with an uproar of encouragement to continue the show.

“Our next dancer is a little kitty that you all love and want to pet. His purr is seductive and so is the rest of him. Please welcome, Brandon, to the stage.” The crowd seemed to swell with the anticipation of the next dancer. The lights went down again.

The music started before the lights came back up to reveal Nathaniel. Harry and Severus recognized the wereleopard instantly. The outfit he wore looked like artfully placed patches of fabric that somehow stayed together to qualify as an article of clothing. Harry was instantly hard next to Severus. Nathaniel moved like he was made of viscous liquid, no friction to him. His moves were so fluid. He twisted and posed as he moved across the stage.

The leopard must have spotted them past the lights, because he removed himself from the stage to the audience floor. It must have been out of the ordinary because the crowd seemed to want to surge towards the flowing dancer, but some t-shirted staff moved to block members of the audience from the dancer. Nathaniel continued on towards their table with a small smirk in his eyes.

Nathaniel locked eyes with each of them, but it was Harry that he approached. Nathaniel’s taller frame pulled Harry out of his chair and swayed around the shorter man. Harry was pushed back into a chair after Nathaniel’s circuit around him. His chair or a chair had been moved away from the secluded table they had occupied. Harry sat back as he surveyed the sensual feast before him. He knew Anita was attached sexually to this man, but his desire at that moment wanted to wish the woman to the devil so this man could be free for pursuit.

Harry’s hand was placed on a patch covered bicep. His fingers wrapped around a piece of the fabric of the garment and Nathaniel moved away quickly. It was a showing of the superhuman speed he possessed, as he moved away to tear the fabric away and moved back just as quickly. Harry’s hands were placed on a cloth covered, lean, muscular thigh. Nathaniel jerked away again and smiled at Harry. The green eyed man got the point and moved his own hand to the dancer’s chest and ripped away fabric as Nathaniel danced in front of him. Nathaniel straddled Harry’s lap and started to move. Harry continued to remove patches until Nathaniel was sporting only a g-string in his lap.

Harry was never so happy to be small. It gave Nathaniel plenty of room to move as he wanted and grind easily against Harry’s slight frame. The crowd was awed by this rare display by Brandon and this other striking young man. The women were so aroused you could smell it even if you weren’t a lycanthrope or a vampire. The two men suited each other for the purpose of the display. The crowd seemed to draw a simultaneous breath together when Harry’s hand was again taken by the leopard and looped in the g-string.

Nathaiel knew the crowd would be hard to control after he completed his set so he had scoped out the quickest route back to the backstage area. He jerked away again and prayed that Harry kept a strong grip on the fabric of his g-string. Harry did as expected and the fabric ripped and tore from the beautiful creature that Brandon was. The crowd went berserk as the naked leopard moved swiftly back to the stage and out of sight. The lights came up fully to allow people to find their seats again without a large amount of tripping over themselves. Harry didn’t want to get up, because the erection in his pants was raging and embarrassment was imminent.

A swift glamour on his groin got him back to the table with a little wobble in his knees. A hand was quickly placed on his thigh after he was ensconced behind the safety of the tabletop. Harry turned glazed eyes on his husband and gasped as the hand made its way to his hard member. The long elegant fingers of his husband wrapped around his clothed cock and stroked minutely, but enough for Harry to want to start panting heavily. The real surprise was the second hand that found its way lower than the first. The soft pale hand belonging to his long time rival was cupping and massaging his balls.

“Potter, you do know how to put on a show. You just love the attention don’t you?” The blond squeezed the sack in his hands. This elicited a quiet moan from the slightly younger wizard. Harry was an expert at silent pleasure. Severus and Harry had a very active and exhibitionist sex life. The thrill of getting caught was only heightened by the control needed to contain outward signs of pleasure in public locales. The two hands worked him quickly to completion. By the time the waiter brought over another set of drinks, Harry was in control again.

“Anita needs a leash for her pussy cat.” Severus took a sip from his glass. He was grateful that the club was vamp friendly, the glass of blooded wine was refreshing in his own arousal.

“Severus that was so hot.” Harry sighed as he leaned into his husband.

“Potter, I will say this with the up most venom I can muster right now, if you aren’t the luckiest bastard born, ever, I am not a Malfoy. Who was that delicious hunk of yank?”

“That was Nathaniel, one of our local vampire hunter’s boyfriends.” Harry pasted a sated smile on his face as he answered the blond. “Thanks for the help with me little problem by the way.”

“Little,” Draco scoffed, “I thought we would refrain from references to size, especially when so glaringly inadequate for certain things.”

“I think I should thank you for a compliment, instead of hexing you.”

“Whatever you feel compelled to do. You Gryffindor’s go with your impulses after all.”

“Then, what would a Slytherin do as thanks to a compliment paid with a serving of snark?”

Severus interrupted the bickering, “Neither of you are acting very mature whether Gryffindor or Slytherin.” Harry and Draco looked at Severus as if he were an unwelcome guest at the table. “I would like to remind you both that I know spells that can turn you inside out and keep you alive during the process.”

“Oh, Sev, you have such a sweet tongue. I love the sharp taste.” Harry smirked to his partner. Draco made a distinctive sound that resembled a snicker.

Their attention was captured by Jean-Claude returning to the stage. “That was quite a show our Brandon put on for you tonight. I will have to do something special for him later.” The suggestive tone of the vampire had the audience panting with fantasies of man on man supernatural action. Jean-Claude continued to talk and use innuendo with the crowd. His power pulsed through the room like soft caresses to every person present. Everyone shivered and gasped at the arousal assailing everyone. The three wizards knew that the vampire was rolling the crowd and enjoyed the feel of the cool power. Then they felt it, like an indrawn breath, Jean-Claude pulled the power attached to the audiences arousal into himself. Harry thought it was amazing for the vampire to have an ability to feed from something other than blood. And mighty convenient to own a strip club that incited such passions.

After Jean-Claude left the stage the trio was joined shortly by a vampire with blood red hair. Harry thought about the rival to the Weasley color, but Draco actually commented.

“You wouldn’t happen to be a Weasley ancestor?”

The look on the vampire’s face was blank as he stared at the blond. “I am to be your escort to your next destination tonight, Danse Macabre. It is one of the Master’s other night businesses. He thought you might want to let off some steam after the rousing entertainment offered here.”

“Your name is Damien correct?” Severus asked, while eyeing the tight leather pants and muscle tee, hugging the vampire’s muscular curves and dips.

“I am. Jean-Claude apologizes for not giving you notice for more appropriate attire.”

“No problem at all. We wouldn’t be very good wizards if we were caught unprepared for merely a wardrobe change.” Draco looked offended that it was even a concern.

“Shall we then?” Damien inclined his head at the trio to precede him towards the exit. They were stopped by two out of breath were animals, Jason and Nathaniel.

“We are to join you as well,” Nathaniel said eagerly. He smiled and blushed at Harry, while Jason beamed at the group in general.

“Jason, your smile reminds me of my Godfather, Sirius. He was a irrepressible flirt and trouble maker.” Harry looked at the werewolf appraisingly.

“Was he blond?”

“No, he had blue black long hair.”

“Sounds shaggable to me.”

“Not unless you are into necrophilia, Mr. Schuler.” Severus’ face was blank at his statement, but it caused laughs none the less from group.

“Sorry for your loss.” Jason shrugged through his amusement at Harry.

“Happened a while ago. It’s nice though to see a reminder, though.”

As the group stepped out of the limo in front of the popular dance club, the casual clothing that the wizards wore to the strip club were replaced by more appropriate attire for the atmosphere. Draco, now, wore dark red leather pants and a black mesh tank. His long blond hair swayed around his shoulders. Harry wore skin tight black denim pants and a tight emerald green cotton tee, just this side of decent, that had strategic ripped holes in it. Severus was the more conservative of the wizards with black leather pants and vest. The group got lustful looks from the line of patrons waiting to be admitted into the establishment.

They were shown to the v.i.p. lounge area that overlooked the dance floor. It had a bar for the exclusive area of the club. Their drink orders were taken quickly by an attendant and the group was ensconced in plush lounges shortly with drinks in hand. Damien excused himself and headed out to do his regular job on the dance floor. He was one of several vampires that were paid to dance and mingle in the crowd to entice and act as a draw for curious humans.

“This is brilliant.” Harry exclaimed as he looked down on the mass of writhing bodies. The music pounded through the club, but didn’t over whelm the senses.

“I, for once, agree with you Potter.” Draco stood and without a word headed for the stairs to make his way to the dance floor. Jason followed the blond soon after.

“Sev, will you dance with me?” Harry asked and added his best puppy eyes to the query.

“I am content for the moment, why don’t you join Draco.”

“Because I want to grind my ass against your groin, not Malfoy’s.” Harry stood and straddled Severus’ lap and nuzzled the vampire’s neck. “I don’t want to do this to Draco, only you.”

            Severus looked over to Nathaniel still sitting in their designated area of the lounge, he noticed the glazed lavender eyes and knew the leopard smelled the lust laced power coming off the two wizards.

            “Perhaps Mr. Graison would like to have another dance?” Severus whispered in his husband’s ear. Harry lifted his head, looking at the other twenty something, and smiled. His eyes were bright and glazed with the need to exert some excess energy in a less than platonic way.

            “Nathaniel would you like to dance with me?”

            “Yes,” said like an exhalation of breath. They were soon part of the writhing bodies that graced the dance floor. Harry wrapped an arm around the neck of the wereleopard and moved in close. He melded the front of their bodies together creating a delicious friction. Nathaniel wrapped arms around Harry’s waist and started to move to the thumping beat. They were a sight to Severus as he observed from above.

            “They are breathtaking, non?” Asher said to Severus.

            “Harry has never stopped amazing me with how sexy he can be.” Severus answered the blond next to him as he glanced at his companion. “You did not have other duties for the night to attend to?”

            “Non, there is something for me to do always. Our people are numerous and as temoin to Jean-Claude, I handle many things, but I was made aware you and Harry were in the city tonight.”

            “We had wondered how you were…coping.” Severus turned away from the sensual scene Harry and Nathaniel made to look directly at Asher. The blond vampire still sported the shortened hair and visible scars, but gone was the shadow of shame from the vamp’s eyes.

            “I think this was good for me. I had not realized how my life had become about hiding. Now I cannot hide and I feel relieved and free. I have had more offers from humans than in my half hidden persona.” Asher laughed and it tingled against the skin, but did not do anything close to what Jean-Claude did at Guilty Pleasures.

            “We had considered asking you if you would like to be restored?” Severus looked into crystal blue eyes asking the vampire his deepest wish.

            “I cannot say it would not be tempting to be what I used to be, but I would garner unwanted attention if restored to what I once was. I have made a life here and am finally back with Jean-Claude.”

            “You were lovers or are?” Severus questioned.

            “We were in a threesome for many years until…”

            “Until what caused this,” Severus indicated the scarring.

            “Oui, but before I was enslaved to another that wanted my beauty as a tool. I am happy now and would not give that up for the mere beauty of a flawless face, which apparently I don’t need to seduce.” Asher’s face flashed such smugness that Severus wanted to laugh.

            An intake of breath from Asher and following the other vampire’s line of sight brought Severus to a vision of such lust driven dreams that Severus wanted to cream his pants. There in the midst of the sweating, writhing bodies was Nathaniel head thrown back in pleasure as Harry, with hand tangled in ankle length auburn hair, feasting on his throat. They were flush against each other with no room between them.

            “The little kitty has never shown such fervor for any but Anita.” Asher’s shock was palpable. “Although, your little husband reminds me much of our little necromancer.”

            “Will this cause problems?” Severus asked sincerely. No matter how much this scene excited him, he was not willing to jeopardize the budding friendship with Anita.

            “I cannot say. Nathaniel and Anita’s relationship is complicated. He has been exclusive of his own free will, but Anita has gotten used to the number of men she has for her exclusive use. Anita is…unpredictable.” Asher continued to stare as Harry pulled the submissive Nathaniel into a bruising kiss.

            “Nathaniel has also been asking Anita to dominate him and she has been failing to provide what he needs.”

            “He is a true submissive?” Severus asked as he stared lustfully.

            “Truly. He has no limit.” Asher turned to look seriously at Severus, “he will never say no to a Master.”

            “Understood.” The unspoken warning was received by Severus. Their attention was gained again by the return of the other four men. Severus approached a sweaty, aroused Harry and pulled him into a passionate kiss that had them both moaning. Their magic crested as they embraced and washed over those near them.

            “You enjoyed the show?” Harry breathlessly asked as they pulled apart. “I think Nathaniel deserves a kiss as well.”

            Severus looked towards the other young man and pulled him into their embrace. He kissed Nathaniel deeply keeping strict control of their kiss and reveling in the submissive moans of the leopard in their arms. “Exquisite.” He pulled away from the auburn man.

            “Potter, are you going to hog all the man candy available in the states, because I don’t know how pleasant I am going to be until this situation is taken care of, if I can’t get laid, but have to watch you.” Draco crossed his arms over his chest for effect.

            “Harry, I believe an introduction needs to be made.” Asher made himself known.

            Harry blushed at Draco’s statement and not noticing Asher’s presence. “This is Draco Malfoy, British Minister of Magic and Sev’s godson. And, this is Asher, second in command to Jean-Claude.”

            Draco walked up to the blond vampire and surveyed as if appraising a prized cow. “Potter, you know how much I hate admitting when you are right.” He did not continue after that. He simply reached a hand out to Asher. The vampire grasped the hand and placed a kiss on the wrist in greeting.

            “I will not wallow in my victory, Malfoy, but it may be mentioned in passing for years to come.” Harry’s smug tone gave everyone the impression that Asher had been discussed before the two blonds meeting and it was in a positive light.

            “Very well, how about another round of drinks?” Draco stationed himself next to the other blonds of the group, while Harry, Severus, and Nathaniel huddled together whispering things that caused everyone with supernatural hearing to blush.

            Nathaniel and Jason were leaning against each other in their inebriation. They drank plenty during the last few hours to counter their lycanthropic metabolism. They were not drunk and probably could never be, but they were definitely not sober. They walked through the doors of the underground living area to see Anita and Jean-Claude sitting together in discussion. It did not seem odd that the two were in the living room talking instead of Jean-Claude’s bedroom as usual to the two weres. So they only smiled their greetings at the two and sprawled on a couch near the other occupants.

            “Where were you two?” Anita’s tone was blaring annoyed. “Micah came to get you Nathaniel and you didn’t call.”

            “Ma Petit, I believe your little kitty accompanied Jason and Damien on their task to play host to our new friends.”

            “Yeah, we went dancing at Danse Macabre. It was so much fun.” Nathaniel smiled dreamily.

            “Have you been drinking, Nathaniel?” Anita asked concerned.

            “Yep,” he answered happily. “I like Harry, a lot.”

            Anita looked suspicious and a bit apprehensive at her pomme de sang. “What do you mean?”

            The tone of Anita’s voice must have finally ripped through the fog in Nathaniel’s brain, because he sat up a little straighter and looked sheepish at Anita.

            “I mean I want to have sex with him and Severus.” Nathaniel looked away from Anita and down to the floor.

            “Oh,” was the response from Anita. This made everyone else in the room pause in breathing. Anita was a wild card and no one really knew what to expect when she was confronted with somethings. “Why?”

            “Because they can give me something that you can’t. They are both dominants and know what that entails. You have repeatedly refused to be that for me.” Nathaniel’s tone sounded like he was in pain having to tell Anita this.

            “You know what I like Nathaniel and I know I can’t give you certain things. So, are you leaving me?” Anita sounded vulnerable asking the question.

            “I love you, but I want this too.”

            “So what are you asking for?” She asked.

            “I want to be able to go to them like you can go to Jean-Claude, or Richard, Micah, or anyone else. I want to know I won’t be put out of your life for getting what I need.”

            Anita was dumbstruck. Only Nathaniel could say these things and not gain her infamous anger. He was telling her that with a word he would deny a large part of himself and his happiness if she said no. Anita felt a twinge of jealousy, but her guilt out weighted it by tons. She had every flavor of man at her beck and call, but held them to a standard fidelity that she could not exercise herself. Only Richard and his contrary behavior wristed away his own sexual choices from her.

            “Nathaniel, I have tried since the day I met you and the pard to heal you and give you a sense of self and confidence to ask for what you want and need. I can say I am proud that you have taken this decision for yourself. You will always be my leopard to call. And, I am sorry that I have been so unfair to you. I love you no matter what.” Anita stood up and went to the sitting leopard and hugged him to her. She was a bit overwhelmed with the thought of losing Nathaniel, but she couldn’t deny him this.

            “Can I still be with you?” Nathaniel whispered against Anita’s chest.

            “Of course. Nothing has to change because you are meeting certain needs elsewhere. I love you and will help you be as happy as possible, ok?”

            “Ok. Can we go to bed now?”

            “Yep, go get ready I will be there in a few minutes.” Anita turned back to look at Jean-Claude, he had a very blank expression on his face. Anita felt that this was not a good sign. Jean-Claude only closed off his expressions when he was hiding strong emotions, usually negative ones.

            “What’s wrong?” She asked him.

            “Ma Petit, you realize he will be having sex with men?” Jean-Claude’s voice was even and inflection free.

            “Yes, he needs it.” Anita said this as if it was the simplest conclusion to come to in this situation.

            “You are not angry.”

            “I feel more guilt.”

            “You will be sharing him.” Jean-Claude stared into Anita’s deep brown eyes.

            “Are you asking for permission as well,” Anita’s anger did start to swell at that question.

            “It would be fair.” Jean-Claude just stared after he dropped the words into the room.

            Anita just stared holes into the still vampire. Her anger was directed right at her main beau. She was angry that he would talk about fairness. He would have been the only person in her bed if she had not inherited the arduer from Jean-Claude. If she didn’t have to feed on sex, she would not have to worry about all this fairness in sexual partners.

            “No.”

            “Non? Only no, Ma Petit?”

            “No.” Anita turned on her hills and headed for the corridor that would lead to the room she shared with Micah and Nathaniel. Anita did not feel the same guilt for destroying her man’s hope with a word.

Harry and Severus, along with Draco and Asher, came through the front door to a shocking sight. They had anticipated a quiet house and tip toeing not to wake a sleeping Teddy, but that was the opposite of what they found. Fred and George were hog tied in the living room while Teddy sat with his feet propped on top of one of the twins, watching television. The eight year old jumped at the sight of the adults and the scowling visage of his guardians.

Draco laughed out right and dragged Asher toward the stairs to his room. Harry and Severus were left to handle their wayward ward and his, apparently, inadequate babysitters.

“How did this happen?” Harry’s tone caused a slight cringe in everyone in the room.

“Harry, it’s not as bad as it looks.”

“It was more of a bet we lost.”

“Yeah, Teddy was a better prankster than we anticipated…”

“And this was our forfeit.” The twins’ speech did not mollify the green eyed wizard.

Harry brandished his wand and untied the twins. His glare was enough to send his older brothers up the stairs and leave Teddy to face his own music.

“What happened?” Harry asked again.

“Uncle Fred and George didn’t want to go to bed, so I said we can watch the telly until they were tired, but they wanted to play more. So I thought if they had to sit still they would get tired and go to bed.” Teddy looked absolutely serious and, Harry thought, they were talking about Fred and George. Despite the twins being two years older they were always kids at heart.

“Go to bed Teddy. We will talk in the morning about punishment.” A dejected Teddy moved out of the living room and headed up the stairs. Harry turned to Severus with a barely controlled smile. “Merlin, help me I believe it’s the truth.”

“I am of the same conclusion.”

“We’ll let him sweat it out for the morning then let him off the hook.” Severus nodded his head at his husband and they two headed up the stairs.

Harry stripped quickly and headed for the shower. The multi-head stall was heaven on Harry’s aching body. Dancing was fun, but it was still exercise that taxed the muscles. Harry just stood under the pulsing spray letting it beat out the ache and stress. He thought of Nathaniel and the promise that the submissive kitty presented to him and his hand edged down to his hardening cock. He grabbed himself and wasn’t surprised when a second hand joined his own to stroke his erection.

“I am so glad you joined me.”

“Where you go I will always follow, especially when I get to play with this,” Severus squeezed the cock in his hand and kissed Harry’s nape. Harry reached orgasm fast, but as he turned to take care of Severus, a tapping on the shower stall door got their attention. Sticking a head out of the door Harry saw Mitzy standing looking sad.

“What is it Mitzy?” Harry asked.

“There is an emergency phone call for you, Lt. Storr.” Mitzy popped out after delivering her message. Both men looked at each other knowing that they had another crime scene and their intimacy would have to wait.

Anita had Micah balls deep in her mouth and Nathaniel enthusiastically pounding into her pussy. With Nathaniel’s tutoring, she had become much better at her favorite sexual act. Micah’s massive size had become manageable without the ardeur for help. She was so close to her peak that the loud and obnoxious ringtone, thanks to Nathaniel, did not immediately register in her lust addled brain. It wasn’t until Nathaniel and Micah were pulling out of her that her satiated brain recognized that her phone was ringing. As usual, Nathaniel was the one to answer the cellular.

“Marshal Anita Blake’s phone, how may I help you?” Whatever Nathaniel heard on the other end was unpleasant, because the frown on his face had Anita yanking the phone out of his hand.

“This is Blake?”

“Why do you have someone else answering your phone if you are right next to them?” Dolph’s caustic voice sounded over the receiver.

“Because I couldn’t answer myself and Nathaniel knows how to distinguish between important and bullshit.” She answered the police officer.

“Well, it would be nice to hear your voice and not be reminded about your boy toys.”

“Dolph, why are you calling me?” Anita grit her teeth to keep from saying something she would regret.

“There’s another scene that needs a look at. Forensics has cleared it for your perusal. Looks a lot like the theatre.” Dolph gave her the location and Anita quickly jotted it down with the piece of paper and pen handed to her by Nathaniel.

Anita ran to take a shower and wasn’t surprised when Nathaniel had all her clothing and weapons laid out on the bed ready for her to get dresses. A knock at the door showed that Micah had let Jean-Claude know that Anita was being called to work, at the door stood Claudia, one of the bodyguards at the Circus. She was the only female guard; it made Anita feel a kinship she often lacked when faced with regular female company.

“I am glad you’re coming with me, Claudia. I need some fellow estrogen to balance out the testosterone that the cops put out.” Anita smiled as the guard laughed. Anita was dressed and armed within minutes. The years of being ready to shoot anything that moved had given her excellent muscle memory.
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