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Half-Brother Prince	By : SalazarRaphael Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 2191 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor could I hope to own, the Harry Potter franchise, I am making no money from this story. However any characters of my own creation are my own property.

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WARNING- GAY SEX!!!! Don't like it? Don't read it.

Harry entered his bedroom feeling really nervous. Voldemort hadn’t said who was there, just told him to have fun. Harry walked in to see Fenrir Greyback standing in the middle of the bedroom, wearing nothing but a jock strap. Harry felt an erection form in his pants. “My Lord tells me you’re into hairy older men.”

            Harry could only nod. Fenrir walked over to him, “You’re a virgin?” He nodded again. Fenrir leaned in and kissed him passionately. Harry groaned and wrapped his arms around Fenrir’s neck. The large man lifted Harry up, deepening the kiss as he walked over to the bed. He laid Harry down, “Let’s get these clothes off of you,” Fenrir whispered, kissing him once more before unbuttoning the young man’s pants and yanking them off in one move. Fenrir straddled him on the bed and grabbed his t-shirt, pulling him up and removing it, catching Harry with a single hand against his back and leaning down to kiss him again, “You are very hot, Harry,” he breathed. Harry smiled demurely. “Nervous?”

            “A bit,” he admitted.

            “I’ll take good care of you,” Fenrir promised. “I know some spells to help get rid of any pain you might feel. Just tell me if it hurts, okay?” Harry nodded and leaned up to kiss him.

            “I-I trust you,” Harry breathed, “all my life, I’ve never had anyone to fall back on. No one to catch me if I fall. W-will you catch me?”

            “Always,” the older man whispered, kissing Harry chastely yet passionately. Harry moaned into his mouth. Fenrir slid Harry’s underwear off, revealing Harry’s cock. He smiled and leaned down, taking it into his mouth. Harry threw his head back in a moan. Fenrir took him all the way in, sucking gently to elicit moans of pleasure from his young lover. It didn’t take long for Harry to cum, and Fenrir sucked it all down. He leaned back up to kiss Harry, “How was that?”

            “A-a-amazing,” Harry gasped.

            “You’ll like this too,” Fenrir slid back down the bed and lifted Harry’s ass, his arms sliding under his legs and holding him in place as Fenrir’s tongue dove into Harry’s anus. Harry groaned in pleasure, his hips bucking against Fenrir’s face on their own. After a few minutes Fenrir stood up from the bed and pulled the jock strap off. Harry’s mouth opened wide.

            “You’re huge!”

            “11 inches,” he grinned, “but then I’m seven feet tall, so it evens out,” he kneeled on the bed, “I don’t expect you to deepthroat me, Harry. But I would like your mouth around my cock.”

            “Wh-what do I do?”

            “First, lick me,” he softly commanded. Harry did as he was told. Bit by bit, Fenrir walked Harry through the art of fellatio. Fenrir was surprised at how quickly Harry took to it. Harry was surprised that he felt so strongly so suddenly for the werewolf. Fenrir pulled away when it was too much for him and Harry stroked him to take care of his release. Fenrir took several deep breaths before pushing Harry down. He whispered a lubrication spell. “Are you ready?”

            “Very,” he groaned, his hand running down Fenrir’s chest. “Be gentle?”

            “Of course,” Fenrir leaned down and kissed him, “tell me if I hurt you and I’ll stop. I promise.” Fenrir guided his cock into Harry’s tight anus gently. Fenrir moaned and Harry took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. “Just relax, Harry. You just need to relax.” Harry leaned up and kissed Fenrir, who deepened the kiss and pushed Harry deep into the mattress. He felt Harry’s body relax against his and he pushed in a bit further. Harry moaned into his mouth and Fenrir nearly lost it. Smiling, Fenrir began to move in and out of Harry.

            After they had made love, Harry curled up against him. Gently Fenrir massaged Harry’s ass. “Are you okay?”

            “Yeah,” he nodded. “That was…that was…I don’t think words can describe how good I felt, having you in me like that.”

            “I really enjoyed myself too,” Fenrir smiled. He leaned down to kiss Harry. Slowly and sensually they made out. Harry moaned into his lover’s mouth. Finally Fenrir pulled away, “What are you doing today?”

            “Nothing, really. Tomorrow is Christmas and I’m just staying here to be with my brother.”

            “Brother?” Fenrir sat up in bed, “Who’s your…”

            “Salazar is.”

            “You’re…related to Lord Voldemort?”

            “Yeah,” Harry nodded. “He slept with my mom; he’s not my father so it’s not a blood relation. But Salazar is my half-brother.” Fenrir’s face drained of all color. Harry caressed his cheek, “Relax, it’s okay Fenrir.”

            “I’m a dead man,” Fenrir breathed.

            Harry shook his head and straddled the large man, “No, you’re not. He picked you out for me, after all. Now, let’s enjoy each other’s company some more. You meant it when you said you’d catch me, right?”

            “Yes,” he nodded.

            “Then catch me now. I want someone to love me just for me, not for being something I can’t change. And not platonically. I want a lover. A boyfriend.”

            Fenrir smirked, “Good. I do too. And I don’t share,” he added.

            “Noted,” Harry grinned.

            Harry and Fenrir spent the day walking around the property and learning about one another. Harry pushed him against a tree and reached for his belt, “Someone’s horny,” Fenrir grinned.

            “I don’t hear you complaining,” Harry got down on his knees and proceeded to suck on his cock. Fenrir held Harry’s head against him, throwing his head back in pleasure.

            Hermione lifted her head to watch Salazar. He was deeply ingrained in reading a book on Transfiguration, his favorite area of study. She smiled and got up, walking over to him. “Salazar,” she caressed his shoulders, slowly massaging them, “enjoying yourself?”

            “This book is really fascinating,” he said.

            She leaned over to see what it was about, her chest rubbing against his head. He smirked. He remembered a time in which he’d have been thrilled to have her unconsciously rub her body against him. Now…now he just wanted more. He turned and stood up, leaning in to kiss her. “This wasn’t quite what I had in mind,” she whispered.

            “Really?” He sat down on the couch and pulled her into his lap, “It’s always on my mind.”

            “That’s because you’re insatiable,” she got up, “Sal, I think we’re having sex too much. We need to tone it down.” He stared at her in surprise and she continued, “I love you, but I think that we’re taking things a bit too far, too quickly. I miss the cuddling, the holding hands, the gentle, nervous kisses. We never do that anymore, Salazar.”

            He stood and pulled her into a hug, “I guess I can try to regain control over my body,” he smiled. “I miss just holding you too,” he whispered, “but we go so long without being together that it feels like we have only random moments together.”

            “I came here to be with you, not have sex all the time. I just like being with you,” she lay her head on his chest, “I miss this. I like holding you and just being around you. The sex is great, Salazar. But it doesn’t define my feelings for you.”

            “I love you,” he sat down on the couch and pulled her down next to him, holding her closely, “I’m sorry if you’ve ever felt like I’m only interested in the sex.”

            “I know you aren’t,” she caressed his cheek. “I’ve always known that, Sal,” she kissed him.

            “We need to figure out how to spend more time together.”

            “I miss just doing this too. Can we just cuddle for a bit?”

            “I do want to read that book,” he smirked.

            “I’ll help you,” she smiled, reaching for the book, “this is what I wanted, after all.”

            They had lunch in the library alone. Around three Hermione looked up, “Where’s Harry?”

            “I dunno. He knows we’re here,” Salazar shrugged.

            “You’re not worried.”

            “Hermione, he’s safer here than anywhere.”

            “Let’s go check on him,” Hermione got up and reached for him, “come on.”

            “Hermione he’ll be fine.”

            “Salazar, I’m going to check on him. Either you come with, or I roam your father’s castle alone.”

            Salazar sighed before getting up and following her. “You’re worrying for nothing.”

            “Oh? Harry was invited, and I’ve been ignoring him,” They reached the door, “that’s not right.”

            “He was invited by my father, and they spent all yesterday together, talking. Maybe he just needs time to process. I know I did.”

            “Harry’s not like that. He gets over things quickly.” She opened the door to hear moans of pleasure.

            Immediately, Salazar closed the door and pulled Hermione away, “Let’s leave him alone. You can go talk to him later…like when he’s got clothes on.”

            “Who was he with?”

            “I don’t wanna know, I think,” Salazar said as he pulled Hermione down the hall to their bedroom.

            “Sal I don’t want…”

            “We’re not going to,” he shut their door and pulled her into his arms, “I love you.”

            “I love you too,” she sighed into his embrace. “You recognized the other voice, didn’t you?” He stayed silent, not wanting to admit whose voice he’d heard just as he closed the door.

            Later Salazar went out to the greenhouse to check out the plants. Harry found him, “I need to tell you something,” he said.

            “Hermione and I nearly walked in on the two of you,” Salazar said. Harry blushed. “I stopped her,” he added, “don’t worry.”

            “I-I’d still like to say it. Salazar,” Harry took a deep breath, “I’m gay. And you’re the second person who knows. Well, that I’ve told.”

            Salazar pulled him into a hug, “That’s fine, Harry. I forgot to tell you something.”

            “What?”

            “I’m straight.” Harry laughed. Sal grinned, “So you and Fenrir?”

            “Voldemort hooked us up,” Harry blushed, “I-I really like him. And he’s been so gentle and understanding with me. I really, really like him.”

            “I don’t judge,” Sal shrugged. “I’m your brother, I’ll support you no matter what. I’m supposed to look out for you.” Salazar looked back towards the castle, “I think you have someone else to tell.”

            “How do you think she’ll take it?”

            “She wants you to be happy, Harry,” Salazar smiled sadly, “that’s all she wants.”

            Harry suddenly looked back to the castle, “Fen will be waking up soon. I should be there when he does.”

            “Yeah, Hermione has her nose buried in a book. I better go distract her, or else risk losing my chance of spending time with her.” The two brothers walked back to the castle.

            Fenrir was still asleep when Harry made it back up. He stripped down and slid back into bed. Immediately Fenrir’s arms tightened around him. Harry smiled and laid his head against Fenrir’s chest, sighing happily. “Where were you?”

            “I went to talk to my brother,” Harry said, not moving.

            “How did that go?”

            “Well I told him I was gay, and he admitted he was straight. Which felt good.”

            “I’m sure it did,” Fenrir let a hand slide down Harry’s side to his groin, gently stroking him, “did you tell him about me?”

            “I did,” Harry blushed.

            “What’d he say?”

            “So long as I’m happy, he’s happy.”

            “Are you happy?”

            Harry sat up and pushed him down onto his back, “Extremely. In fact, let me show you how much.” Harry slid down Fenrir’s large body and sucked his flaccid cock into his mouth. Fenrir groaned. Harry grinned.

            “Where did you go off to?”

            “The greenhouses,” Salazar shrugged as he sat down next to her, “enjoying the reading?”

            “Very,” she grinned. Hermione laid her head against his shoulder, “Voldemort came by and offered to teach me some Dark magic as well as how to counter it.”

            “Will you take him up on his offer?”

            “I think it’d be good. He said he’s concerned that when people find out about us I’ll be at risk. And since you already know how to fight off Dark magic, that I should learn. Especially with the purebloods coming after me.”

            “I won’t let them hurt you, Hermione,” he squeezed her tightly to him.

            She looked up and smiled, “I know you won’t. But you can’t be around me all the time, Salazar.”

            “I can try,” he mumbled.

            “No, I want to be able to defend myself.”

            “Very well,” he sighed. She pushed him onto his back and kissed him. “I thought you said we have too much sex?”

            “We do, but I never complained about how much we kiss and makeout.”

            “Yeah you did! You said we don’t do it enough.”

            “Then let’s rectify that,” she mumbled as she kissed him. He growled and deepened the kiss, his arms wrapping around her. Hermione fought a smile as she felt his hands move, one moving lower to her ass while the other moved her hair so he could caress her face.

            It felt like only minutes before Voldemort was knocking on the door, “It’s dinner time,” he said as he opened the door. Hermione blushed and pulled away.

            Salazar kept his grip on her as he sat up, “Sorry Dad, we’ll be down right away.”

            “Good,” Voldemort looked over the two before exiting, “if you aren’t down in three minutes, I will be back up. And not as nice.”

            Salazar stood up and straightened his clothing, “Ready?”

            “I suppose so,” she sighed.

            Fenrir got dressed, “Enjoy dinner.”

            “Why do you have to go?”

            “I have a mission to take care of, Harry.”

            “I want you here,” the younger man frowned. Fenrir sighed and pulled Harry against him. Harry wrapped his arms around Fenrir and squeezed, tightly.

            “I do have orders,” he whispered.

            “Fuck your orders.”

            “I’d rather fuck you,” Fenrir smirked. Harry smiled and Fenrir spoke again, “Look, you go down to dinner, and I’ll go take care of business. I promise, before you go to bed I will be back.”

            “And you’ll hold me?”

            “All night long if you want,” he promised. Harry leaned up to kiss him. Fenrir deepened it.

            “Alright, I guess I can live with that,” Harry pulled away, “be careful, Fenrir. I would miss you if you didn’t come back to me.”

            “I’m a werewolf, my pet. It would take alot more than any Death Eater or Order member could dish out to kill me.” Fenrir disappeared.

            Harry stopped Hermione as she got to the stairs, “Hermione, I need to talk to you.”

            “Can it be after dinner?”

            He shook his head, “I need to tell you something. And it needs to be now.”

            She turned to face him full on, “What is it, Harry?”

            “I’m gay.”

            She stared for only a few seconds, “Does Salazar know?”

            Harry nodded, “I told him this afternoon.”

            “Are you seeing anyone?”

            “W-well sort of,” Harry blushed. “Y-you’re okay with this, right Hermione?”

            “Harry, you’re like my brother,” she hugged him, “let’s go eat.”

            “You’re sure?”

            “I’m glad you finally told me,” she smiled, “you could have told me sooner, you know.”

            “I was scared,” he finally admitted as they walked down the stairs.

            “Wait, it’s not Ron is it?”

            “Oh Merlin no!” Harry fought a laugh, “No, there’s someone in my life. He’s…well he’s a Death Eater. But he’s very good to me, Hermione. I promise you that.”

            “That’s all that matters,” they walked into the dining hall. Salazar was already sitting, and Hermione sat down next to him. Harry sat down across from them.

            Voldemort sat across from Salazar, and next to Harry, “I presume he did go on his mission?”

            Harry nodded, “He said he’d be back tonight.”

            “Good. I can’t afford him to shirk his duties, Harry. I trust you’re enjoying yourselves,” Voldemort said.
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