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Fragmented Soul	By : StrawberryGirl87 & Bickymonster Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Fenrir Views: 79703 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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AN: Thank you for your patience while we both did the moving house thing, it has been a crazy few weeks, but we are more or less back now.

Fragmented Soul
Chapter 51 – Trouble and Marshmallow
Fenrir was once again contemplating his hatred towards trees. This time, however, he was actually up a tree, Harry’s favourite tree in fact, taking measurements to ensure that the platforms, which were almost built, would be able to be safely fitted into the tree at the height he wanted then.
Since he had killed the stray that had trespassed into their territory, Fenrir had been in a rather sullen mood. He was a little pre-occupied with thoughts on the many strays surrounding and threatening his territory and was not paying as much attention to his footing as he should have been considering the fact he was up a tree.
As he manoeuvred his footing, Fenrir misjudged the size of the knot in the bark he was using as a foothold and almost fell. Cursing, the Alpha wolf readjusted himself, strengthening his hold to prevent it happening again.
“You alright up there?” Damon called up from the base of the tree. He had been a little concerned for his friend the past couple days as he had been in an even grumpier mood than usual. Everyone was concerned about the threat surrounding them but they trusted their Alpha to take care of them. Only Damon could see the toll that was taking on the leader of their pack.
“Fine,” Fenrir grunted in response, deciding that he was finished and more than happy to be heading back down to have his feet on the ground once again. He couldn’t understand how Harry could enjoy being up this high for any length of time.
“Need some help?” Damon offered, watching his friend carefully.
“I’m done,” Fenrir said sharply as he shimmied down the tree a little before jumping the last few feet and landing with cat like grace on the ground below.
“How are they coming along?” Damon asked, motioning up into the tree. He was keen to see the handiwork of the Alpha, though not so keen to show the pups, or even Micha for that matter. He was still unsure about whether it would be a good idea; it would be a far too convenient hiding spot for the reckless pups, who were always up to some form of mischief.
“Fine,” Fenrir responded, heading deeper into the woods where he had been building the platforms, hoping that Damon wouldn’t follow him; but he wasn’t to be that lucky and he heard his friend’s footfalls behind him.
“They going to be ready for when they get back from school?” Damon asked curiously. The Alpha had been spending a lot of time on the platforms so he was sure that he must have made significant progress; though, he hadn’t actually seen any of it for himself.
“No,” Fenrir said stiffly, wanting to be alone. Damon, however, was not going to just leave, not when he was concerned about his friend and the danger that they were in as pack, especially with so many of them leaving to visit the pups for the coming weekend in Hogsmeade.
“I was thinking about the weekend,” Damon said as they reached where Fenrir had been spending his time building the platforms; the Alpha simply grunted in response. “You’re going to want to see Harry and, considering everything Romy has been through, Jenson will want to see her. I’m volunteering to stay behind to help defend the territory with Lukas.”
“Okay,” Fenrir said, not really paying much attention to what Damon was saying, though he nodded his agreement that Damon should remain behind as both the Alpha and Beta were leaving.
“Callie will probably go with you. I’ll stay behind with Tessie, Lukas and Micha, make sure they don’t get into any trouble,” Damon added, smiling a little because he knew that the only one likely to get himself into trouble in that group was Micha.
“Okay,” Fenrir said again, not sure why Damon was still there. He had already agreed after all.
“Are you alright?” Damon asked rather brazenly, knowing that it could be a very bad move to ask this of the Alpha. Predictably, Fenrir turned to glare at his friend for daring to ask the question; the Alpha was determined that he would not show weakness, especially not in the face of the challenges they were currently facing as a pack.
“I am not weak,” Fenrir growled, crossing the space between him and Damon with a few short strides. In the blink of an eye Damon had found himself with a hand around his neck and back pinned against a tree as the Alpha wolf glowered at him.
“Damn it, I know you’re not weak!” Damon snapped, his hands automatically closing around the Alpha’s wrist and hand, trying to loosen the grip around his neck.
“Leave me be,” Fenrir said angrily, as he released his grip on his friend, letting Damon crumble to the floor. The Alpha turned away, his attention back on the platforms he was reluctantly making for his little mate; though he was simply staring at them rather than actually doing anything.
“You could try not taking your moods out on me, you know,” Damon grumbled, rubbing at his neck as he got back to his feet. He was far too used to Fenrir’s temper to actually take it personally, but he could have done without being assaulted.
“We need an omega,” Fenrir grunted.
“We are not going to find some young werewolf for you to beat on, just to make yourself feel better,” Damon said with a roll of his eyes. “Besides, it isn’t as though we could trust anyone else to join the pack at the moment,” he pointed out; it had been a stretch to allow this professor from Hogwarts to join them, even if he had been bitten by Fenrir and was Lukas’ sire. Fenrir had explained this in as little detail as one would expect from the grumpy Alpha, leaving poor Lukas reeling from the news and leaving Tessie and Callie to pick up the pieces.
Fenrir growled in frustration, knowing that Damon was right. It wasn’t really how they functioned as a pack anyway; they had two male submissives, who were natural omegas in most packs, and yet he would not allow anything to happen to either of them. The closest to an omega they had was Tessie and he would no sooner consider hurting her than he would Micha or Harry. The Alpha punched his fist into a tree trunk in frustration, wondering when he had become so weak that he couldn’t bare the idea of one of his pack hurt.
Damon smiled to himself, pretty sure he knew what was going on in his friend's head, a talent he rather prided himself on and one he was sure Harry was quickly working out for himself. “That you don’t want to hurt any of us doesn’t make you weak, you know. You really are a great Alpha.”
“We still need an omega,” Fenrir growled, not denying that it was too dangerous to bring anyone new into the pack; on that front, Damon was right but that didn’t lessen their need for one. Harlan had been a lot of fun in that respect.
“I can recommend a tree that requires removal,” Damon said with a smile, thinking of the tree where Micha had had his freak out. He could quite happily see that particular tree destroyed.
“Marshmallow?” a voice called out somewhat timidly, “you out here?”
“Over here, trouble,” Damon called back and Fenrir turned to give him a very strange look. It took a moment for Damon to realise what Micha had actually called him as it had become so natural to hear it when it was just the two of them together, and when he did, he let out a groan, just as his mate appeared through the trees.
“What you doing out here?” Micha asked instantly going to his mate, snuggling into his side as Damon lifted up his arm to accept him there.
“Talking with my friend,” Damon told him and Micha turned to smile at the grumpy looking Alpha. “And I thought you were only going to use that nickname when we’re alone,” he added, turning Micha’s attention back to him.
“Well I assumed you were alone, you were the one that replied and gave the game away,” Micha pointed out happily.
“I could hardly allow you to wander around the woods on your own,” Damon said sternly, unhappy that Micha had ventured out of the safety of the clearing to find him in the first place.
“Go be cute somewhere else,” Fenrir growled warningly as he saw that they were about to kiss. He was already in a bad mood, he didn’t want to be reminded of exactly how much he missed Harry right now by watching Damon and Micha be happy together.
Damon had plans for himself and Micha now that they had the opportunity to be alone anyway; it wasn’t something that they could do in front of the Alpha so Damon was more than happy to give Fenrir the alone time that he needed.
“Come with me, trouble,” Damon whispered to his mate, dragging him away from where the Alpha was going back to his building. He avoided going any deeper into the woods, though the activity that he had planned was not one they would want to be interrupted during.
“Where are we going?” Micha asked, a little confused. With their hands linked together it was hard to resist the tug of Damon’s arm on his own, not that Micha wanted to resist at all.
“Alone time,” Damon said as he came to a stop, too impatient to go any further, judging that they were far enough from both the clearing and the Alpha now. “I just want to kiss you.”
“Then kiss me,” Micha returned, giving his mate a goofy grin. Damon smiled right back, pulling the submissive against him, his hands finding their way under Micha’s jumper to touch the warm, smooth skin of his upper body.
“I want to try something,” the dominant said, his words soft and almost whispered as they were so close to one another. “If you are comfortable with it, I mean,” he added wanting to make it clear that the submissive still had a choice and could say no with no repercussions at all.
“Okay,” Micha said a little fearfully. He trusted Damon, he was pretty sure that he was irreversibly in love with him at this point, but the fact that Damon was so much more experienced and older still scared him a little.
“I want you to take me,” Damon said earnestly. It took a moment for the words to sink in and for Micha’s amethyst eyes to go wide in shock at what his mate meant.
“But I’ll hurt you, I don’t want to hurt you, I don’t want you to think of me like that, I can’t do that,” Micha said in a full blown panic by the time Damon finally ceased the ramblings by pressing his lips to the submissive wolf’s, silencing him.
“Hush,” Damon said as he broke their kiss. “Only if you are ready but I want us to try. I promise you that it will not hurt me, I am actually rather looking forward to it.”
“But it always hurt…” Micha said, pure terror in his voice and in his eyes. “And you’re not a submissive, you’re not suppose to…”
“Micha!” Damon said firmly. “This relationship,” he said gesturing between the two of them, “it is ours. No-one gets to tell us what we are and are not supposed to do. I want this, if you feel ready. And I promise that I won’t let you hurt me.”
“But…” Micha went to interrupt.
“No buts… well there will be, hopefully, I just want to show you that it doesn’t have to hurt,” Damon said with a smile, reaching a hand up to stroke the wonderfully soft tufts of blond hair that belonged to his mate.
“You’re sure?” Micha asked, still unsure about what his mate was asking of him. It didn’t feel right at all; even when he had been with Lyla he had never been comfortable taking the dominant role; however, he could hear and see the determination in Damon’s voice and eyes and just how much he wanted them to try.
“Yes,” Damon said, smiling at Micha. The submissive made his heart swell with love and pride every time he looked at him. He couldn’t quite get over how lucky he was; that after liking him for so long, the jealousy when Micha found someone else and always turned to others for comfort, that Micha was finally his mate.
“You want this?” Micha asked again, just to be sure. It was a memory that he wished he didn’t have, the pain that Harlan had inflicted upon him when they fucked. Micha hated Harlan for what he had done and he didn’t want Damon to hate him in that way.
“Yes, I want you,” Damon clarified, thinking that it was important that Micha realised it wasn’t sex that he wanted, well he did want it but it wasn’t as important as wanting him. He wanted to feel Micha inside of him, he needed to show his submissive that sex could be good; in fact, it could be amazing, with the right person.
“I don’t really know what I’m doing,” Micha confessed, his cheeks flushing a brilliant scarlet colour as he said this. It was silly to feel embarrassed as he was sure it was something that Damon already knew about him but he still felt a little humiliated admitting it.
“I’ll show you,” Damon said softly, making sure that he sounded reassuring, wanting to make sure that Micha felt at ease. He wanted to make this special, something that neither of them would forget for a long time for good reasons.
“But what if I hurt you?” Micha asked, unable to get over this hurdle in his mind. The pain was fresh in his mind and if he could help it, he would never let anyone he cared about feel anything close to the pain he had felt, least of all Damon, who was his whole world.
“You won’t,” Damon said as he placed a soft kiss upon Micha’s lips, holding him close. If Damon had his way he would literally never let Micha go; he was so besotted with the submissive that it made him a little sick to the stomach and his head spin when he thought about losing him.
“Damon…” Micha said timidly as the dominant male pulled back from the kiss, looking up at his taller mate with wide, terrified amethyst eyes.
“Shh, it’s not going to happen, let’s just take this one step at a time…” Damon suggested, wanting to calm the clearly upset submissive before he went into an irreversible state of panic. Their first time was always going to be the hardest and that was why Damon wanted it to be this way, with Micha on top. “Undress me,” Damon said, his tone barely more than a whisper.
“What?” Micha asked, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts. The two of them had been naked in each other's company before, hell they were werewolves, it came as part of the territory but this had a more sexual air to it and that was why the idea scared him so much.
“Well if I am the one getting fucked here, then I want to be pampered,” Damon said with a wink, thinking that maybe joking and lightening the mood might help make the whole thing easier on the submissive; however, when Micha tensed up, Damon knew that he had made a mistake.
“Don’t say it like that, it sounds…” Micha said, hating the word ‘fucked’ it was too brutal, too harsh… too much like what Harlan had done to him and he didn’t want anything that he and Damon shared to have any similarities to what Harlan had forced him to suffer through.
“Okay, it’s okay, I’m sorry, that was crude of me. I just want to make you laugh,” Damon said, a rush of guilt flooding through him when he realised that he had made the situation worse. Though he didn’t really understand how he had made it worse with the use of one word.
“Well it wasn’t funny,” Micha said with a pout, but he did reach out and take hold of the hem of Damon’s jumper, his heart racing in his chest. He didn’t want to linger on Harlan, not if they were really going to do this as it would only ruin it for them both.
“I’m sorry,” Damon said earnestly as Micha stood on his tiptoes and brought his mate’s jumper up and over his head. The dominant male more than happy to allow his submissive mate to undress him.
“I want this to be different,” Micha said seriously, “I want this to be…”
“Making love?” Damon suggested, an adoringly fond expression on his face as he smiled at Micha. He would have willingly given Micha the world if he could, anything that his mate wanted then Damon was going to give to him if it was in his power to do so. Micha had suffered in his life and Damon was determined the make the rest of his life perfect beyond Micha’s wildest dreams.
“It is our first time together,” Micha pointed out, though it was needless to say it because Damon was more than aware of that.
“I know that, trouble,” Damon said with a fond smile, nuzzling into his mate lovingly, trying to put him more at ease. “I want it to be special too,” he admitted. He loved that they could be so open, so cuddly and so romantic with each other. Micha really was the one he was meant to be with.
“Can we…? I mean, I could try…” Micha said but even as he went to suggest him taking the natural position as a submissive the words just wouldn’t come out right and the thought filled him with utter panic.
“No, not this time, let me show you how good it can be,” Damon said at once, completely vetoing the idea. He wouldn’t have their first time be anything other than perfect and wonderful.
“You don’t even know what I was going to suggest,” Micha said, a little put out that Damon seemed to already have a knack for reading his mind. He wasn’t sure if this was a good thing or not yet.
“Yes I do, trouble, because I know you,” Damon said sincerely. “I know you have this cute, yet rather infuriating, tendency to think that everyone else around you is more important than you are.”
“I…” Micha went to protest but he was silenced by a sudden kiss that left him breathless and when Damon pulled away he didn’t leave any time for him to talk.
“You were going to suggest you bottom instead of me, because you would rather be hurt than risk hurting someone else,” Damon said in an affectionate tone, before pressing another kiss to Micha’s lips. “Just trust me to tell you to stop if you do hurt me at all, not that I think you will. Can you do that?”
“I can do that,” Micha agreed.
“You have the power to destroy me, Micha,” Damon said, a heavy tone of seriousness between them as he spoke those words. “I’m just trusting you not to.”
“I would never,” Micha said, a slightly alarmed look on his face as he shook his head. The truth was that he felt the same way, Damon was everything to him and he knew that Damon was the only one that could truly destroy him.
“That’s what I thought,” Damon said, stealing another chaste kiss. “So make love to me, trouble.”
Micha nodded, trying to contain his terror but failing miserably. Damon handed Micha a small tube from his pocket and the submissive looked at it curiously. He couldn’t help but chuckle nervously as he remember the one other time he had seen this stuff before; it felt like a lifetime ago that he had stood in the pharmacy looking at the lube while waiting for Fenrir.
“You’re laughing?” Damon asked, not sure whether to be pleased or worried; or offended.
“Just remembering being curious about this stuff before,” Micha told him as he removed the cap and put a little on his fingers, rolling them together to feel it.
Damon watched as his young mate played with the lube with innocent curiosity, realising what it meant. “You’ve never… when you did it before, he never used...”
Micha looked up at Damon in surprise, before shaking his head. “Was he supposed to?” the young wolf asked, his brow furrowed in worry and confusion.
“Yes, trouble, he was supposed to,” Damon said, pulling Micha into his arms, needing the comfort of holding the submissive close for a moment before he lost his temper and ended up scaring Micha. This had the added advantage that Micha was unable to see the look of pure fury that was on his face.
“Are you always supposed to?” Micha asked curiously, pulling back to look Damon in the eye. He couldn’t help but suddenly worry that maybe all those years ago he had hurt lovely young Lyla because he hadn’t known this.
“When two men have sex, then yes, it is best to. There are other things you can use instead but this is best,” Damon explained gently, both loving and hating just how inexperienced and innocent his young, soon to be lover, was about things like this.
“But not with girls?” Micha asked curiously. He hadn’t told Damon about Lyla, but he supposed that he ought to eventually; she was the only other person he had been with other than Harlan.
“Have you had sex with many girls, Micha?” Damon asked, looking at the submissive with interest. It wasn’t common that submissive males chose to have female partners, though it did work and they could reproduce, unlike two dominants who could not. However, Damon had heard of submissive wolves pretending to be dominant simply because they didn’t want to become omegas, used only for the Alpha’s pleasure, which so many were.
“One, a long time ago,” Micha said, blushing furiously at this confession. Lyla really did seem like a lifetime ago. It almost didn’t seem real, neither did Tristan, Jared or Reid and he didn’t really want to think about them now, not when he stood with his mate, on the brink of something amazing and terrifying all at the same time.
“You don’t have to use it with girls; though one day, when we’re not about to make love for the first time I would like to hear about her,” Damon said, realising that now was not the time or the place for them to discuss their past lovers but it was a conversation that eventually they would have to have.
“Okay,” Micha said, reaching for the button on Damon’s trousers, fumbling considerably seeing as he still had the bottle of lube in one hand and the product itself all over his fingers.
“Want some help?” Damon asked with an amused smile, looking down at Micha’s hands. Reaching to help him without waiting for an answer.
Micha, however, batted his hand away. “I got it,” he said as he got the button free. “I really do want to pamper you,” he said earnestly, lowering the zip of the jeans almost painfully slowly.
Damon let out a long, low groan as Micha delved into his trousers, grasping at his cock, which was already semi-hard. The submissive couldn’t help but smile at the reaction he got, loving that he could have this affect on his mate.
“You’re getting good at that,” Damon said, his voice coming out as a low, throaty growl, which he hadn’t intended at all. “My turn,” the dominant said, taking Micha’s jumper in his hands. Micha released his mate’s cock, and raised his hands up, long enough for his jumper to be removed.
“I guess this only works if we’re both naked,” Micha said with an awkward smile as Damon went to undo the submissive’s jeans.
“Even if we didn’t have to be, I like looking at you too much for you not to be naked,” Damon said, kissing his mate as his hands swept over Micha’s hips, to the small of his back and then lower to grasp firmly at his bum with both hands causing the young man to moan into their kiss.
Micha slid his hands back into Damon’s trousers, pushing them down over the dominant's hips, letting them pool around his ankles. Micha was never going to get over how happy it made him that Damon never wore underwear.
“Your turn, trouble,” Damon said, sliding Micha’s trousers down, underwear and all, crouching down in the process, placing kisses on his mate’s legs as he went.
“I’m the one meant to be pampering you,” Micha said, though there was no hint of complaint to his tone as Damon kissed his balls and then his cock.
“I think we can take our time enough to both do a little pampering, sex isn’t one sided, my beautiful mate. If I can make it happen, we will both come more than once before we are done,” Damon said, nuzzling into Micha’s inner thigh, kissing him there.
“I’ll follow your lead then,” Micha said, stepping out of the jeans around his ankles, Damon doing the same. The dominant reached out and took Micha’s hand, as he looked around and found a rock and stick free patch of ground and went to lie down.
“What are you doing?” Micha asked in confusion as he was pulled down on top of his dominant mate, resting between his legs.
“I want to be able to see your face for this,” Damon told him.
“You actually want to look at me?” Micha asked in surprise. Harlan had always forced him to look away, though he was beginning to realise that how things had been with him were not exactly the way they were supposed to be and that hurt a lot more than it ought to have after so much time having passed.
“Why wouldn’t I, you’re the most beautiful, amazing person I know. I never want to take my eyes off you,” Damon said, pulling his mate down into a kiss.
“Things were always so different before,” Micha said helplessly. “I don’t know what I’m doing!” He felt utterly useless, it was a wonder that Damon wanted anything to do with him really. Micha wouldn’t have been surprised in the slightest if Damon had laughed at him in that moment, pushed him aside, got up and walked away. But he didn’t do any of those things.
“Relax,” Damon said sweetly instead, kissing Micha softly upon the lips. “Go at your own pace, I won’t rush you.”
Micha nodded nervously, trying not to think about it as he kissed his way down Damon’s chest, paying particular attention to each nipple as he went. Reaching his mate's hard cock, Micha took it into his mouth, though a little hesitantly, too busy over thinking what he was about to do.
The dominant male moaned as his cock was encompassed by a wet warmth that he would never get enough of. He was so proud of his mate, who was overcoming his fears and uncertainties and making him a very lucky dominant indeed. He didn't want to push Micha too far or too fast, but he knew that his wonderful submissive needed this encouragement to make the progress he was making.
Timidly, Micha moved his fingers to Damon’s entrance, thinking that it would be possible to prepare his mate if he were distracted by something else. Giving Damon a blow job seemed to be just the kind of distraction that he needed.
His fingers were already slicked from where he had experimentally squeezed some lube on to his fingers to see what it was like, making it easy work to push a single digit into the tight ring of muscle. Damon’s already vocal moaning getting louder as Micha, exhilarated by the sounds of pleasure coming from his mate, added an extra finger.
Damon was struggling not to buck his hips into Micha’s mouth or bare down upon Micha’s unskilled fingers, utilising all of his self control he had to remind himself that his stunningly beautiful and yet extremely inexperienced mate had never done this before. Though, considering this, it was not an unpleasant experience, quite the opposite in fact.
“Merlin, Micha, more,” Damon demanded, losing control for a moment, and pushing himself down on his mate’s probing fingers, causing Micha to brush across his prostate. A loud, elicit moan escaping the dominant's lips and the pressure in his balls increasing.
Micha could hardly believe the reaction that he was getting from Damon, suddenly very eager for their positions to be reversed, despite the fears he still felt.
It had been so very long since Damon had done this last and he had forgotten how intense it could feel, and it was even better knowing that it was Micha doing this to him. “I’m ready,” Damon gasped as Micha added a third finger, much to the older man’s jubilation, though he was a little worried that he would come before he wanted to; he wanted to hold his orgasm back until Micha was buried deep inside of him. Micha nodded his head, removing his fingers, his heart racing.
“Sit up,” Damon instructed, grabbing for the lube and squeezing a decent amount into the palm of his hand as Micha did as he was told. Damon took the submissive’s cock in his hands, slowly stroking him, coating him in lube.
Micha closed his eyes and groaned as Damon’s hands slid over him smoothly and easily. “Stop,” Micha pleaded, knowing that if his mate continued what he was doing then he was going to come and he was determined to show that he wasn’t useless or broken, that he could do this. “I don’t think I’ll last that long,” Micha confessed, blushing scarlet.
“Me neither, trouble,” Damon said, panting a little at the effort to hold back his orgasm.
“Will I knot inside of you?” Micha asked, as Damon guided him into the right position but hesitating a little, absolutely terrified of what was going to happen next.
“No, that is what dominants do,” Damon reassured, it was driving him a little crazy to feel the tip of his mate’s cock brushing against his entrance, teasing him, but he knew that he had to be patient; they couldn’t rush this.
“When we… when I bottom, will it hurt?” Micha asked, his brow furrowing with worry, looking down at his mate and thinking how lucky he was to have such a handsome man to call his own, someone who was patient and kind.
“No,” Damon said softly, his hands moving down Micha’s back to his bum as he pulled his knees up, pushing himself slightly on to the tip of Micha’s cock. “It’s okay, you won’t hurt me. I need this, I need you.”
“Damon…” Micha gasped out, feeling his mate’s entrance pushing down around the head of his cock. He was torn between wanting to pull away in fear, and push forward to feel more. Damon, however, pushed down against him once more, sliding him in a little further.
“Please, Micha, more,” Damon begged, knowing that his mate wasn’t teasing him on purpose, even if it was driving him insane.
“I don’t know if I can,” Micha said helplessly, feeling that if he went any further then he was going to really hurt Damon and he didn’t think that he could live with himself if he did that.
“Just try,” Damon pleaded, “just push forward, you’ll enjoy it, I promise. If you don’t I’ll buy you a bar of caramel chocolate every day for a year.” Damon was so desperate to feel his mate inside of him that he was willing to give Micha just about anything to get him to push inside of him. “Hell, even if you enjoy it I will, I just want you inside of me!”
Micha smiled, thinking that those were the kind of terms he could agree to, “Okay, marshmallow,” he said, leaning down and kissing his dominant mate, pushing himself slowly inside of his mate. “Oh holy hell, wow!” Micha gasped when he was balls deep inside of Damon. There was no other way he could express how amazing it was to feel this.
“Told you,” Damon said, though his voice was gruff with arousal, his head tipped back and eyes closed, as he revelled in the sensations. “But for the love of all things magical, move!”
“I can’t!” Micha said desperately, fearful of even moving an inch because he was worried that if he did then he was going to come and then it would be over and he didn’t want for it to be over.
“Why?” Damon asked, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he tried desperately not to move himself, knowing that Micha, for some unknown reason, wasn’t ready; it was something Micha had to build up to himself, not be forced into it.
“Because if I do, I’m going to come,” Micha said, sweat forming on his forehead as he struggled to keep himself suspended over his mate and not to move, despite all his instincts telling him to do just that.
“Merlin, so will I. Please, Micha, I’m begging you, make love to me,” Damon had almost pleaded with Micha to fuck him and had caught himself just in time, knowing that his submissive would not appreciate it at all.
Micha didn’t seem to be able to find the words to respond, and so he pulled back slowly, before thrusting back into his dominant mate. They both groaned happily at the almost overwhelming sensations, Micha repeating the action a few more times before he felt his balls tighten and he knew he was going come.
Damon reached down instinctively and wrapped his hand around his own achingly hard cock, stroking himself gently, so as not to make himself come too soon. He could see that Micha was close and he wanted them to come at the same time.
“I… can’t…” Micha gasped out.
“Don’t hold back,” Damon begged, not sure how much longer he could hold on.
“Damon!” Micha practically screamed as he came, thrusting once more, deep into his mate, and holding himself there; Damon came too, seconds later, emptying himself over both their chests.
“Don’t,” Damon said as Micha went to pull out of his mate, the dominant's hands going to Micha’s hips and holding him there. “You feel so good inside me, just stay, for a minute.”
“It was amazing,” Micha said, his chest moving rapidly as he tried desperately to catch his breath, grinning like a loon at how amazing he felt.
“I told you, trouble,” Damon said happily, looking up at his submissive and finding himself swelling with pride at their accomplishment. He had wanted to have this connection with his mate for so long and now they had it. Damon couldn’t help but look forward to when the roles would be reversed and he could feel what it was like to be inside of Micha. He could only imagine that it felt heavenly.
“I didn’t hurt you?” Micha asked, needing to be sure that Damon had enjoyed himself just as much as he had and wasn’t just pretending for his sake.
“Not at all,” Damon said, still smiling happily as he reached up and brushed a sweat soaked strand of hair away from Micha’s face.
“You owe me chocolate,” the submissive said cheekily, a huge grin on his face. The muscles in his arms starting to tremor with the effort of holding himself up, something that Damon didn’t fail to notice.
“Yes, I do,” Damon said with a laugh, pulling Micha down so that the younger man was laying on his chest, cuddling into him. Silence descended for a few moments, both of them still trying to catch their breath in the aftermath of their lovemaking.
“You won’t … will you take it out while you’re still knotted?” Micha asked, verbalising one of his remaining fears about switching their roles the next time they had sex.
“Merlin, no, why would I… oh…” Damon said as realisation hit him. “Micha…” he said with a sigh, tightening his hold on his lover, “it’s not meant to happen like that, I would stay inside you, sweet one, pleasuring you until the knot undid itself.”
“He…” Micha went to say but Damon tilted the younger wolfs head up and kissed him before he could say any more. He was starting to realise that kissing was a very good way to silence his younger lover.
“You don’t have to say it, Micha. How about we just assume that nothing that he did was how it was supposed to be?” Damon suggested, unsure if he would be able to hold his temper if Micha told him any more. They were having a beautiful moment with Micha buried deep inside of him, Damon didn’t want to ruin that.
“I am starting to realise that,” Micha said sadly, snuggling into his dominant mate, inhaling his scent that was mixed in with the earthy smell of the forest and the heavy scent of sweat and sex.
“I’m sorry,” Damon said with deep regret in his voice, clinging to Micha desperately, as if he might lose the submissive if his grip slackened.
“What for?” Micha asked curiously, wondering what Damon had to be sorry for after he had give him so much, not only in the last hour but since they had been together too.
“That I didn’t stop him,” Damon said. This was possibly his biggest regret, that he hadn’t stopped Harlan when he had had the chance to, that he hadn’t stopped him from hurting Micha as badly as he had. Guilt racked him every waking moment of the day, knowing that he had done nothing to protect the young man in his arms.
“Oh…” Micha said, realising what Damon was saying.
“You are allowed be angry that we didn’t,” Damon said, placing a kiss to the top of Micha’s head.
“I’m not… I mean… I was, maybe am a little, but…” Micha said, struggling to find the words to explain. “This,” he said, gesturing between them, “it’s helping to make up for it. Besides, even if you had tried to stop him, I don’t think I would have listened. I thought I loved him, I wanted him to love me and I thought that he did… I just...”
“I love you, Micha, you know that right? With all my heart, I love you,” Damon said as Micha looked up at him with huge amethyst eyes, hearing the utter sincerity in his lover’s tone.
“I know, and I love you too, it’s only because I know this that I’ve realised that what he did to me… it wasn’t normal. I don’t ever want to lose you, Damon,” Micha said, leaning up a little, careful to ensure that he didn’t slip out of Damon, rather enjoying remaining inside of him, and kissing him.
“You’re never going to, not if I can help it,” Damon said, sighing with contentment. He couldn’t imagine his life being any more perfect than it was right now, he had the man of his dreams, a grown up son, a great pack that was his family, there was little else that he would ever need.
FGHP
“Alpha,” Jenson said hesitantly. Fenrir growled, he’d only managed to get rid of Damon and Micha ten minutes ago. He didn’t understand the insistent need to interrupt his personal time, away from the others.
“What?” Fenrir barked, not bothering to hide his irritation. His Beta should have known better, he should have been in the territory seeing as neither him nor Damon were currently.
“I want to talk to you about Lukas,” Jenson said, getting right to the point, realising that the Alpha wolf was very clearly not in the mood for small talk right now.
“What about him?” Fenrir asked, glaring at Jenson fiercely.
“I think he might be a spy,” Jenson said, standing his ground. It had been Damon who had brought it to his attention and when they had then not found Lukas at his house the other evening, when Fenrir had gone to use the floo to speak with Harry, he realised it was something that would have to be addressed.
“A spy?” Fenrir questioned, looking both surprised and rather annoyed at the suggestion.
“Yes,” Jenson said firmly. It was his job to bring such things to the Alpha attention, whether Fenrir wanted to hear them or not. “All the sneaking off he’s doing… it’s just too suspicious,” he explained.
“He has a girlfriend,” Fenrir said dismissively. “He isn’t a spy,” he trusted the young werewolf; Lukas had become an excellent member of their pack. He had promised Lukas that he would be allowed to live his life as before if he spent the full moons with the pack, and the young werewolf had done so much more than that; Fenrir saw no reason to put a stop to what Lukas was doing when it was no threat to them.
“How can you be sure?” Jenson questioned, mulling over this revelation. It certainly did explain a lot but it was odd that Lukas wouldn’t have mentioned anything or told them about the mysterious girlfriend he apparently had.
“Because I can smell her…” Fenrir told him. “And her perfume, she wears too much,” he added with a sneer of disapproval. She was also human, possibly even a muggle, which he had no problem with as long as he didn’t get ideas about bringing her amongst them or allowing it to become a long term arrangement.
“Oh,” Jenson said, surprised once again by the impressive talent that the Alpha had for picking up scents. “So he has what…, been sneaking off on dates?” he asked with a frown.
“Yes,” Fenrir said bluntly turning his attention back to the platforms yet again, tired of the conversation. He had only just managed to get Damon to leave and now Jenson was being just as frustrating. Though at least Jenson wasn’t carrying on with his mate in front of him, a definite improvement to Damon and Micha.
“Oh,” Jenson said again. “Why hasn’t he told us?”
Fenrir snarled at the seemingly never-ending questions. “I don’t know,” he said without turning back to the Beta, it wasn’t as though he had discussed the matter with Lukas, he didn’t want to hear about what the young werewolf was up to with some silly little human girl.
“Do you think he’s ashamed of her or something?” Jenson asked curiously, trying to figure out what it was that had made Lukas think he couldn’t tell them about this girl he had been seeing.
“I don’t care,” Fenrir said sharply and honestly.
“Shall we try and talk to him?” Jenson suggested, more to himself than the rather infuriated Alpha, as he paced slightly. It felt wrong to just ignore the fact that Lukas was hiding something like this from them.
“No,” Fenrir said sternly. He had no intention of meddling in Lukas’ life, and he wouldn’t have his pack members getting distracted by such things either; there were far more important issues that he needed their attention to be on.
“But if he’s keeping it a secret…” Jenson said, pausing and watching the Alpha as he seemed to take measurements of one of the large platforms.
“Let him,” Fenrir instructed.
“But Alpha...” Jenson protested, not liking that there were secrets between any of them; they were a family and that was supposed to mean they could trust each other.
“Leave Lukas alone, if he wants secrets let him have them,” Fenrir said, starting to get annoyed, his patience running out.
“But Fenrir…” Jenson tried again.
“No, Jenson,” Fenrir shouted, turning on Jenson angrily. “Now leave,” he yelled, wanting to be left alone for a while and wanting Jenson back in the clearing protecting the other pack members.
Jenson looked rather annoyed at being yelled at, and dismissed in such a manner, but he knew better than to push the Alpha’s temper any further, and so he turned and headed back towards the clearing. When he got there he found the rest of the pack, less Micha and Damon, and the pups of course, sitting around peacefully.
“Who you writing to?” Jenson asked, as he took a seat next to Lukas; he knew the Alpha had told him to leave the young werewolf be, but his curiosity had gotten the better of him.
“Hmm?” Lukas asked, looking up at he realised he had company. “Oh, I’m writing to Harry, he asked me to. Anything you want me to tell him?” he asked.
“I don’t think so,” Jenson said, with a shake of his head. “Just that they are missed.”
“Even Clayton…?” Lukas asked with a small knowing smirk.
Jenson scowled at that. “Yes,” he admitted, “even Clayton.” Then, after a few moments of hesitation, Jenson added, “How is work at the moment?”
Lukas looked up from his letter and at the Beta wolf in surprise. “Not once have you ever asked me about work,” Lukas said, a little amused.
“Well I’m asking now,” Jenson said, cursing himself for being so obvious but he had hoped that Lukas would confide in him or let something slip by accident but apparently it wasn’t going to happen.
“It is going well,” Lukas said. “Busy as usual but I can hardly complain about that. How is your work going?” he asked, keeping up the pretence of small talk, though not sure why it was really necessary.
“Oh, good, yeah, I have some interesting clients,” Jenson returned, his eyes going to Callie, wondering if perhaps she would be able to get more out of the young wolf. However, she was looking rather sickly and extremely pale, which made him think that it wasn’t a great idea to get her involved in anything.
“Sounds good,” Lukas said, still slightly amused by the conversation they were having, but turning back to the letter, believing that it was over. Jenson seemed to have come to this conclusion too and had no idea how to ask Lukas about the mysterious girlfriend without outright asking so he got up and went to see if he could convince Callie to lie down for a while and rest.
FGHP
Aiden had taken to skirting the edge of the poor excuse for a territory that the ragtag group of psychos had claimed. He was barely sleeping as he didn’t trust his fellow pack members not to kill him while he slept. He didn’t like to interact with the others much at all and for this reason he wasn’t eating much either.
He was weak from exhaustion and malnourishment, barely surviving, only doing so because of the scraps that Dean and Russ were getting for him and sleeping during the day, remaining close by the only two members of the pack he thought he could trust to at least not stab him in his sleep.
The wolves that were joining them now didn’t seem to have much sanity remaining at all and it unsettled him a lot. In some cases the transformation from magical human to werewolf didn’t seem to have gone to plan and they were somewhat damaged from the process.
He was starting to wonder if Tessie had had the right idea in running; maybe he could run and plead for a place with Greyback’s pack too. He had no idea what her life was like with them, but he was starting to think that it had to be better than this; though surely the Dark Lord would simply kill Jilly in punishment if he tried. It all felt so hopeless and he felt trapped.
He needed some kind of plan though, he needed an out, and as much as he didn’t want to admit it, he was going to need at least one ally. Which sadly left him with just one option; he would have to speak with Dean, carefully, slowly, find out where he stood with regards to the current pack. One wrong word and he would be dead before he had a chance to rethink.
However, considering the options that he had before him, death was one of his best. If he couldn’t get out of this pack then he was going to die trying; though that didn’t mean he would be reckless with it. If he could survive this and get back to his cousins then he would.
He might even have considered Russ to help him too but recently Russ had been spending far too much time with Axlar discussing kill technique and Aiden was starting to believe that Russ was adjusting far too easily with being with the psychotic beasts. It was Dean or no one and that really didn’t bode well for his chances of survival. He just hoped that maybe he could figure out what Dean wanted and help him in return.
FGHP
“Tell me about the young lady you were with,” Damon requested gently as he and Micha snuggled together under the special hides that the submissive had been bought for Christmas. They were close to the fire but slightly away from the others, giving them some privacy. Fenrir was the only one of them who hadn’t come back to the clearing to sleep and Jenson was sat up waiting for him to return.
“Her name was Lyla,” Micha said softly, a smile on his lips as he closed his eyes and tried to recall her face. It was difficult when he hadn’t seen her for quite so many years. “It was almost six years ago,” he added, after he managed to work it out.
“Did you love her?” Damon asked trying to keep the slight hint of jealousy from his voice. The thought of Micha being with anyone else made his stomach tie up in painful knots.
“Love her? Maybe, kind of, not like I love you, but she was special,” Micha tried to explain. It was difficult to try and remember exactly how he had felt about her now. “It was certainly a lot of fun sneaking around.”
“Sneaking around?” Damon queried, not quite understanding.
“Yeah, she was the only daughter of the Alpha of the pack I was staying with at the time,” Micha explained, grinning a little at the memory. He hadn’t thought about the Pearson pack or Lyla in a very long time; it was nice to have them in his thoughts and to talk about them again.
“Micha!” Damon exclaimed, but he was half laughing. He wanted to be surprised, if not shocked by this confession but he just couldn’t be, it was just so Micha.
“Well, I never denied that your nickname for me hadn’t always been well suited,” Micha said with a chuckle. “She was beautiful though, eighteen years old and you should have seen her hair. Long and black, and that grin. What twenty year old boy wouldn’t have fallen for her?”
“So what happened?” Damon asked curiously, suppressing the jealousy he was feeling as he manoeuvred himself slightly so that he could see his mate properly and stroke his hair a little, enjoying the feeling of running it through his fingers. He had to remind himself that Micha was his now, they were mates and Lyla was in the past.
“I wasn’t the only one who loved her. The Beta wolf of the pack, Dylan, was betrothed to her, thanks to her dad, who didn’t like me at all,” Micha explained. Wondering for a moment what had happened to them; Lyla and Dylan were probably mated with children of their own by now. They had probably forgotten all about him and he didn’t blame them in the slightest.
“They didn’t hurt you did they?” Damon asked, with concern. The idea that yet more people might have made Micha’s life harder than he already knew it had been was hard to take.
“What are you going to do if they did, marshmallow?” Micha asked with a chuckle. “Hunt them down and kill them?” He couldn’t help but think that it was nice to be protected, even if it was against threats that were so many years gone that there really was no need; not that the Pearson pack had ever been a real issue.
“Maybe,” Damon said with low growl, knowing that he wouldn’t even know where to start with such a thing, but that he would try anyway, for Micha’s sake.
“Well save your strength, they didn’t hurt me,” Micha told him, stealing a quick kiss. “I knew it was time to go when we almost got caught so I left,” he explained.
“Just like that?” Damon asked in surprise. Micha had obviously be very taken with the young woman, Lyla, and yet he had just seemingly walked away.
“Yes, I didn’t even say goodbye to her,” he said with a wry smile. “She would have wanted to come with me. I had no pack, nothing of my own, she was better with her pack and I knew that, so yeah, I left, just like that,” he explained.
“You gave her up believing she would be better off without you?” Damon asked, and Micha nodded. It had been such an easy decision in his mind and in truth he had never let himself believe that their relationship would last, so it wasn’t so difficult to give it up in the end. In his heart, however much he had wanted to deny it, he was a submissive and he had always been more attracted to men than women, it never would have lasted with Lyla even if he had stayed.
“So what about you?” Micha asked. “How about you tell me about your long, sordid history of relationships,” he requested with a grin. He realised he had no idea what Damon’s experience was actually like, he had just assumed that his mate had a long history of relationships and men falling at his feet; after all he was stunningly handsome, at least in Micha's eyes.
“Long, sordid history huh?” Damon queried with an amused smile
“Well you are a lot older than me,” Micha teased, wrapping his arms around Damon and cuddling into his side.
“Indeed, eleven years is a huge gap, perhaps I am too much of an old man for you,” Damon teased right back, hugging Micha against him, his finger playing absently with Micha’s scruffy blond hair.
“Nope, I like my old man,” Micha said, smiling and snuggling closer.
“Well, despite my added years, I have only had a few flings and one serious relationship before you,” Damon said honestly. They all seemed so long ago now; he had raised Clayton from a toddler to a teen in the time since he had last had a relationship, an age ago.
“That’s all I get?” Micha asked, a little unhappy that he had shared so much about Lyla when Damon was so unwilling to share anything about his own past.
“What do you want to know?” Damon asked; there was only one relationship that he had had that he thought Micha needed to know about and he needed to organize his thoughts on that before sharing as he wanted Micha to be sure that he was all that mattered to him now.
“Everything, start at the beginning,” Micha said, confident that he wanted to know everything there was to know about his mate.
“Okay, my first time was with Fenrir,” Damon admitted with a wry smile, knowing that this was going to shock Micha a little.
“Wait, what? As in our Alpha, Fenrir?” Micha asked, astounded, actually sitting up a little so that he could stare at Damon to see if he could work out of he was joking or not. However, the serious expression on Damon’s face told him that he was very serious.
“Yes, we have known each other since we were young boys; and boys will be curious. I was fifteen when we first had sex but we’d been fooling around long before that,” Damon explained, motioning for Micha to lie down with him again.
“Does Harry know this?” Micha asked as he did what he was told and snuggled down with his mate again, still a little taken aback by this revelation. He couldn’t imagine Fenrir bottoming to anyone, which meant Damon had bottomed to others before this afternoon.
“No, not unless Fenrir decided to share it with him,” Damon said, thinking that it wasn’t likely that that had happened. “And knowing the Alpha as I do, I doubt he has.” The Alpha wasn’t exactly the open and sharing kind of person, so unless Harry had demanded a complete history, he probably didn’t know. “I don’t think it wise to tell Harry, either. It hasn’t happened since we were sixteen, it was a long time ago,” he added, in case Micha got ideas about discussing it with him.
“Wow, just wow, I can’t believe you had sex with Fenrir,” Micha said, still feeling a little shocked. “Is he as big and as good as Harry claims? Wait, don’t answer that. I am pretty sure I don’t want to know.”
“Yes, well, I’m glad you don’t want to know,” Damon said with a frown, keen to move the conversation along and not at all sure how he felt about the knowledge that Harry and Micha were having such discussions. “After that there was a muggle boy, who was of very little consequence. And a young girl because at seventeen, I was curious.”
“You didn’t like it, sleeping with girls I mean?” Micha asked curiously.
“Why do you say that?” Damon queried, looking to Micha, wondering how he had drawn that conclusion. He loved the way his submissive’s mind worked and how he explained his logic, it was always adorably cute.
“Because you’re with me now and I’m not a girl,” Micha explained, not disappointing with his explanation behind his logic.
Damon laughed. “Quite right, you are not a girl,” he said, grinning widely at his beautiful mate. “It isn’t that I didn’t enjoy it,” he went on to explain, “I just enjoy men more, both giving and receiving.”
“Okay,” Micha said, nodding his understanding. “So after the girl?”
“A few casual flings,” Damon told him with a shrug, none of them had really mattered at all, he wasn’t sure he could recall their faces, let alone their names. “And then my one and only serious relationship before you,” he said with a heavy sigh; this was going to be the one that it would be difficult to talk about, and he so rarely had to now.
“What was his name?” Micha asked curiously, wanting to hear about the other person that Damon had been committed to, even if it was in the past.
“Eric,” Damon said, a fond smile on his lips as he recalled him. “We were together three years,” he told him. Eric had been such a big part of his life once, and those three years had felt like a lifetime together back then; he had once wondered how he would be ever able to live in the aftermath.
“That’s a long time,” Micha said, obviously surprised, but still clearly curious.
“Particularly for a guy just going into his twenties,” Damon said with wry amusement, nodding his head in agreement. “But I loved him, he loved me,” he added, wanting to make it clear that Eric was someone who was once a big, big part of his life.
“Like love, love?” Micha asked. “Like what we have?”
“In a way,” Damon told him with a chuckle. “We were young, foolish. Though, he was a dominant like me so we knew we would have to find a submissive to join us to have children biologically but we were happy,” he reminisced.
Micha seemed transfixed as his mate talked. “He was a werewolf?” he asked, wanting to hear all about this other person who had been able to capture Damon’s heart. He was surprised to hear that he had been a dominant though; it seemed that Damon was flexible about who he was with in that way. Though, when Micha thought about it, that made sense; Damon was the kind of guy who would fall in love with someone’s soul, rather than who their body defined them to be.
“He was,” Damon told him. “He joined Fenrir’s pack with me even, just after it was first formed. When Fenrir was building a pack for Harry,” he explained. “And then I was charged with raising Clayton and sent to watch over Harry. Eric, of course, came too.”
“So you got your family after all,” Micha said with a smile, imagining how happy it must have made Damon to have his boyfriend and then the son that Micha knew Damon loved so very, very much; Clayton was the centre of Damon’s world. “So what happened, did he leave you?” he asked, wondering how things could have fallen apart.
“In a way,” Damon said sadly. It had been a long time since he had spoken about it, but he thought about Eric from time to time and he still felt the loss; admittedly though, Micha was making him feel complete again, or closer to it.
“Should I hunt him down and hurt him for hurting you, marshmallow?” Micha asked, echoing Damon’s own offer, thinking that he was being cute.
“That would be difficult considering he is already dead,” Damon said softly, a sad smile on his lips. It still felt strange to say, as though he still didn’t want to believe it to be true.
“Oh… I’m sorry, my big mouth,” Micha said, feeling horrified at what he had said. This was someone that Damon had loved and lost and he had been making jokes. It couldn’t have been easy to talk about Eric and now he felt like a jerk; he always said the wrong thing.
“Don’t be sorry,” Damon said earnestly, pressing a kiss to Micha’s forehead; he knew that his submissive had just been trying to joke and meant no harm by it. “You weren’t to know and I love your big mouth,” he added.
“When did he die?” Micha asked, his voice quiet and hesitant, as though fearing he might say the wrong thing again and end upsetting Damon.
“It was a few months after we adopted Clayton,” Damon told him. “Clay was only about two and a half when Eric died; I doubt he even remembers him at all,” he added, wondering if his son would even know who he meant if he mentioned the name Eric; he made a mental note to ask him sometime.
“How did it happen?” Micha questioned with the same nervous curiosity. “Was he… you know… killed?”
“What? No, it was just a tragic accident,” Damon said, shaking his head sadly. “What kind of lives do we lead where we assume deaths are because someone is killed?” he asked rhetorically. The fact that that had been Micha’s first thought was more than a little heart-breaking.
Micha nodded, resting his head on Damon’s shoulder, wanting to give his mate a moment. “Do you miss him?” he asked in barely more than a whisper, wondering if he was going to spend his life competing against Eric’s memory; he didn’t want Damon to forget or deny the man he had loved and lost, and he just hoped there was space in Damon’s heart for them both.
“Sometimes,” Damon admitted. He had never really had a chance to purely grieve for Eric, he’d had Clayton to think about and they had had to suddenly move house not long after; it had been a whirlwind of emotions and even in more recent years he would let his mind wander back to those times all those years earlier. “It took me a long time to feel ready to be in a relationship with anyone else,” he explained.
“How long?” Micha asked curiously; Damon had already said that Eric was his only serious relationship, so he felt a little confused.
“Only thirteen years,” Damon said with a chuckle. “You are the first,” he admitted. He had sometimes wondered if he would ever let someone else into his heart, not wanting to betray the man he had once believed he would spend his life with. But then he hadn’t been able to resist Micha any longer, the wonderful young submissive had stolen his heart; not that he objected in the slightest.
Micha didn’t understand what about him could have possibly made Damon feel ready for a relationship; maybe he was just in the right place at the right time, he thought to himself. “Really?” he asked, obviously surprised once again.
“Yep,” Damon said with certainty.
“But why me?” Micha asked, feeling genuinely baffled. “I’m not special…” he insisted.
“You are far more special than you know,” Damon replied, shaking his head a little at Micha’s self-doubt; he was really going to have to work on that.
“Did you not fancy anyone else in all that time?” Micha asked sceptically, turning to look up at his mate with a small smile.
“Fancy? Yes, of course; I wondered for a while if me and Harry’s Dad might…” Damon said, but trailed off shaking his head. “Severus was about as straight as they come though, and was still besotted with Harry’s mother when I knew him.”
Micha chuckled. “Bet Harry and Clayton would have loved being brothers for real though,” he said, wondering if the two of them would have actually managed to cause even more trouble as brothers than they already did.
“And there is a very good reason why Severus being straight was a blessing in disguise,” Damon said with a laugh. “Besides, it was worth every moment waiting for you,” he added, cuddling Micha tightly.
“That was cheesy even for you, marshmallow,” Micha said, tilting his head to look at his mate, grinning at him, loving how ridiculously cheesy the two of them could be.
Damon hummed in agreement. “I think cheesy works for us,” he pointed out. He knew that people often thought both of them somewhat ridiculous, but with each other they didn’t need to pretend of hide who they were; truthfully they were as bad as each other.
“I prefer to think of us as sweet and fluffy,” Micha countered. “Like marshmallows,” he added with a laugh. “I knew the name fitted for some reason.” Damon couldn’t help but let out a deep laugh at this, loving that his rather peculiar nickname finally had some form of meaning behind it.
“Indeed, but no more history lessons, time for sleep, trouble,” Damon said, kissing Micha briefly on the lips, unsure that he could love his submissive any more than he did in that moment. It was then that Damon realised that he was, finally, well and truly over Eric. He had not thought on it for a long time but having found Micha and loving him this powerfully, this intensely, he knew that it would never have been like this with Eric.
“One more question,” Micha went on, wondering if he should ask it at all, feeling rather stupid, but he doubted that there would ever be a better time to ask than right now; after all, they were being so honest and open with one another.
“Yes,” Damon asked, inhaling the scent of Micha as he closed his eyes, preparing for sleep, knowing that tonight it would come easily. He had the dull ache in his lower back from their activities earlier in the day, his mate snuggled contently at his side, this was as close to heaven as he was ever likely to get.
Micha hesitated for a few minutes, debating whether or not to ask at all, but deciding that he wanted to know where Damon stood, he gathered together his courage and asked; “Do you think that we’ll ever have children some day?”
Damon smiled at the question, his hold around Micha tightening, knowing that he had found the one person that he was meant to be with for the rest of his life. “One day, trouble, we’ll have our own brood of sugar obsessed trouble makers who will all love their Mummy very much,” he said in response, loving that Micha was thinking about their future. It boded well for their relationship that he was thinking that far ahead.
“I’m not being called Mummy ever,” Micha stated, glaring at Damon as though he had lost his mind. He had heard that some male submissive’s liked to be called Mummy by their children but he had always thought it was a little strange; he just didn’t really understand it.
“We shall see,” Damon said with a smile on his lips; if Micha really didn’t want to be called Mummy by their children then he wouldn’t mind that, but he thought that he would change his mind when it really came down to it. “Now sleep,” he insisted, ready to just cuddle up and sleep with his mate in his arms, but he could hardly do that with Micha wanting to keep talking.
“I’ll have to hide my chocolate stash from them,” Micha said suddenly, trying to sit back up at the realisation.
Damon, however, maintained his hold on him and got him to relax again. “And Clayton will probably show them where it is,” he pointed out, thinking that keeping their children away from such treats was probably a lost cause. Between Micha’s sweet tooth and Clayton’s influence as their brother, then they didn’t honestly stand a chance.
“Love you, marshmallow,” Micha mumbled as he cuddled back into Damon’s side, closing his eyes as he tried to find sleep.
“Love you too, trouble,” Damon replied, wondering if he could ever be happier than when he had Micha in his arms.

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