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Strange Seduction	By : TransientTemptation Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 163157 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 23
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Tan thighs parted instantly as the tight ring of muscles was slowly rubbed and prodded. Harry moaned some, his cock starting to swell in response. Small tentacles started rubbing over his body and he couldn’t help but find the feeling highly arousing and wonderful. Three tentacles, moist with their lubrication, pressed into him and Harry lifted his hips some, looking for the attention he knew would feel so incredibly good. It didn’t take long for the tentacles to find his prostate and start rubbing and prodding it.

Harry writhed under the assault, his prick swollen and aching while he could only moan and cry out in pleasure. They were so amazingly good at this it took no time at all for him to be on the very edge of climax. He whimpered some as the tentacles retreated before bringing him over. But then the impossibly thick one was suddenly inside of him and thrusting deep. Harry cried out and arched as it rubbed roughly over his prostate and brought on his climax.

Harry woke up with a bit of a moan. He couldn’t see himself over the egg but he didn’t have to to know he’d had another vivid wet dream. One about tentacles in places they shouldn’t be. He groaned some in annoyance and went to clean up the mess. The dreams happened almost every night and Harry was starting to get frustrated. He almost wanted that stupid tentacled bastard to come back. Almost. It would certainly be more satisfying than dreams. Angry and shocked at his own thoughts, Harry shook his head and quickly went back to changing the sheets of his bed with fresh ones he now kept standing by.

Once everything was cleaned up, Harry grabbed his book that he was almost done with and went to the living room to read. He spotted Snape almost instantly working on the dining room table over a cauldron he’d set up after sneering in disgust that Harry didn’t have an actual lab to make potions in. Why that would surprise him, Harry had no idea but it apparently had.

Thankfully, Snape and Harry seemed to have formed an unspoken agreement to avoid each other as completely as possible. In fact, the only time Snape really said anything was when he came to Harry for more blood and Harry noted he seemed to take far too much joy in stabbing Harry’s arm with that needle.

The fire in the hearth burned bright green for a moment and Lupin stepped through before starting to brush the soot off himself. After hearing that Snape would be staying with Harry for a week, Lupin had decided to stay as well. Or, at least come every morning and stay the day. That reassured Harry quite a bit. Lupin was his last ‘parent’ and knowing he was around to make sure Snape was at least civil and doing what he was supposed to was perhaps the only thing that made it bearable to have the potion’s master in his house. Plus it gave Harry someone to talk to that wouldn’t sneer and make some comment about Harry’s inability to do any number of things.

Harry was especially glad Lupin was here this morning because these dreams were really starting to get to him. He got up and greeted his father’s friend. Lupin hugged Harry somewhat awkwardly, clearly still a bit unsure how to go about hugging a pregnant man. But he was trying so Harry ignored the awkwardness. “How’s everything at home, Lupin?”

“Just fine, Teddy’s still got a bit of a cold that’s managing to hang on so his mother’s taking him to St. Mungo’s to have him checked out and make sure it’s nothing worse. But I doubt it’s anything serious,” Lupin replied with a smile. “And how many times am I going to have to ask you to call me Remus, Harry?”

Harry winced some. “Sorry, Lupin… but you were my teacher first,” he pointed out. Lupin chuckled a bit and nodded some in agreement though they both knew it probably wasn’t the last they’d have this conversation. “Listen, um, can I talk to you in my room?” Harry asked, barely resisting the urge to glance over and see if Snape was watching them or not. He definitely didn’t want Snape to know that in some dark corner of his mind and body he was starting to really want to feel those tentacles again.

“Of course, Harry. You can talk to me about anything,” Lupin said putting his hand on Harry’s shoulder for a moment before walking into the master bedroom with the younger man.

Harry sighed and closed the door before sitting on the bed. “I’ve just… been having some things happen and they’re starting to disturb me a bit,” Harry said softly. He’d given up on finding a way of mentioning the topic as if it weren’t a problem. There was just no way to say what was on his mind without it being terribly awkward.

“What sorts of things?” Lupin asked gently.

Harry sighed some. “I keep having dreams… about the Incubus. But, they’re always…”

“Wet dreams,” Lupin finished and Harry nodded. “Harry, that’s perfectly normal considering the circumstances. The egg, like it’s sire, is an Incubus and wants to feed off sexual energy. Even though it can get by with normal magical energy it still prefers sexual energy so it’ll pass that desire onto you. It’s normal,” he assured Harry. He’d been doing quite a bit of research on the topic to help Harry after all and had come across several books exploring the topic very thoroughly. Almost disturbingly thoroughly actually.

Harry relaxed some after hearing that. Until it slowly dawned on him that the baby was the one that was horny not Harry. That was… disturbing to put it mildly. “So… is there anyway to stop it?” Harry asked.

Lupin looked somewhat uncomfortable by the question. “Well, I suppose you could try masturbating. But short of that I don’t think so,” he answered as professionally as he was able considering what he was telling one of his best friends’ son to do. “Unless of course you have some boyfriend or girlfriend who’d be willing to assist you more…” he added even more awkwardly.

Harry almost frowned at the inclusion of ‘boyfriend’ in that statement. “I’ve never had any interest in men, Lupin,” he pointed out somewhat defensively.

Lupin held his hands up in his own defense. “I know that. But it’s common for people who’ve had this sort of encounter to start having urges like that. I’m not saying you will or have to go out and get a boyfriend. But I do want you to know no matter what I’m here for you,” he said, laying a hand on Harry’s shoulder again near the end. “I just want you to recover from this and be happy.”

Harry sighed some but nodded. “I know you do. I’m sorry, I’m a little… on edge lately.”

Lupin smiled and gave Harry’s shoulder a squeeze. “You have every right to be. This is going to be a hard time for you, but we’ll all help you get through it.” There was a confident sounding knock on the door and Lupin frowned some. “Yes?”

The door opened to reveal Snape with the syringe in his hand. “I need more of Potter’s blood. So if you don’t mind pausing whatever topic your inane babble is about,” he said coming closer.

Lupin scowled and Harry could tell he was literally biting his tongue. Harry’d be hearing a muffled argument from the next room in a few minutes, he could tell. For some reason Lupin didn’t seem to want Harry to hear him arguing with Snape. He figured it was the same reason he never wanted to talk about the bullying that happened when they were kids. Or at least similar. Harry would bet a dragon egg it was that Lupin was ashamed of it and the fact that he and Snape would probably never get along.

Harry winced some as Snape stuck him with the needle. Harry glared some at the ruby blood filling the glass tube. Harry wouldn’t care if they never got along. Who’d want to get along with Snape anyway? He was always such an ass to everyone. If it weren’t for the fact he’d risked his life to help Harry on more than one occasion he’d truly think Snape was rotten to the core. As it was he was almost convinced that those occasions were lapses in Snape’s sanity. They just happened too infrequently for him to think anything else.

Finally, Snape was done drawing the blood and left with the syringe. As expected Lupin excused himself to follow Snape and a moment or two later Harry heard raised voices. The pregnant man sighed and laid back on his bed, his hand resting on his swollen stomach. Honestly, they were worse than him and Draco. Harry smirked a bit at the thought of the ferret. Okay, maybe not quite that bad, but it was a close call.

Suddenly the door opened and the two men came back in. “Tell this… wolf, that I’m not abusing you,” Snape ordered, glaring at Lupin.

Harry sat up some in confusion. “What?” Where on earth had this come from?

“That’s what he apparently thinks is happening,” Snape clarified and Harry swore his glare got even worse.

“Er… okay, he’s not abusing me,” Harry said though even as he said that he wondered if Snape’s comments would be considered verbal abuse or just being a general asshole.

Lupin returned Snape’s glare. “I’ll still be watching you, Snape,” he warned. “You do anything to hurt Harry and you’ll wish you’d died from that stupid snake.”

Harry swore Snape’s glare could now melt diamonds but neither of them said another word before he stormed away. Lupin glared after him but didn’t follow. Harry sighed and shook his head. Yes, they were worse than him and Draco. At least they knew well enough to stay away from each other now that they weren’t in school. These two apparently couldn’t manage to do that.
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