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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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This chapter is one that we just couldn't resist writing, full of fluffy goodness and Damon/Micha time. Hope you are all as besotted with them and their adorableness as we are. This one might be a little bit short of anything about the rest of the pack, but we have another update for you on Monday, so you will get to read about them again soon too.

Fragmented Soul
Chapter 57 - Fun at the Fair
Damon had been sorting out his investments and business dealings all day, which was never a thrilling experience, not when he had a gorgeous mate waiting for him at home. It had been needed though, given he had been putting it off, not wanting to be away from the pack and territory. However, it was on his travels that he had seen something so ridiculously Micha that he couldn’t resist it.
It might have been a Wednesday evening, which was not traditionally a date night of sorts but it had occurred to Damon, more so after the reaction to the lube, that Micha had not had all the experiences that he should have done at the age of twenty-five.
None of this subtracted from the fact that he was still rather nervous as he returned to the clearing. He had no idea how he was going to ask Micha out on a date, he had never done it before, which was ridiculous for a man of his age. In his one and only relationship Eric had been the one to do the chasing and everything else had been casual sex.
With his stomach tying up in knots, Damon almost chickened out of asking at all. Micha was playing some form of number game with the playing cards with Lukas when he had got home, smiling and laughing as the younger of the two tried to figure out how the submissive was winning all the time.
Having almost decided not to ask Micha at all, Damon had to mentally kick himself. He couldn’t deny Micha valuable life experiences because he was too nervous about asking him. It felt wrong that they hadn’t been out on a date before and that they were already having sex. Damon just wanted to do something nice for his mate and this was the perfect thing.
“Marshmallow!” Micha exclaimed upon seeing his mate approach, throwing down the playing cards and jumping to his feet. In the process he tripped over his own feet and practically fell into Damon’s outstretched arms.
“You miss me, trouble?” Damon asked with amusement as he righted Micha, making sure that he was supporting himself just fine on his own two feet before wrapping his arms around the submissive wolf's waist.
“I always miss you,” Micha beamed, pushing himself up on to his tip toes and kissing his dominant mate.
“Trouble,” Damon said, breaking the kiss and trying not to sound as nervous as he felt. “Can I talk to you for a second?”
“We are talking, marshmallow,” Micha said cheekily, “though I’d much rather be kissing you.”
Biting his bottom lip with uncharacteristic nervousness, Damon took a deep breath, preparing himself. “Well, I was hoping you might agree to spend the evening with me,” he asked quietly, fearful that Micha might say no.
Micha looked like he was seriously considering this question, “Will this evening come with an unlimited supply of kisses and cuddles?” he asked, sounding deadly serious.
“Within reason,” Damon agreed with a laugh, his heart racing as he watched Micha seriously contemplate his answer.
“Hmm, if it’s only within reason then I’m not sure,” Micha said, smiling cheekily up at Damon, his hands reaching up to run through his mate's dark hair.
“We’ll be out in public, trouble,” Damon explained, realising that he hadn’t actually specified what they would be doing when he had asked.
“Public? We won’t be in the clearing?” Micha asked, a little confused by this revelation. He rarely got to leave the clearing and he was pretty all right about that. It wasn’t like he had anywhere else to go, unlike the others, who had jobs.
He had spent his life in pack territories, whether it had been his family’s, Fenrir’s or the packs he had moved between; he had had very little need to go into the muggle or wizarding world. He didn’t really like strange people and he was more than happy to stay exactly where he was.
“No, I want to take you somewhere,” Damon said, watching his mate carefully. There seemed to be worry in his deep purple eyes and Damon wasn’t sure why. He had thought that Micha would have been delighted with the chance to get out of the territory for a while.
“Like actually leaving the clearing?” Micha asked, still in shock at this. He had never thought that Damon would want to take him anywhere, not like this. It was almost date like… was he really that special to Damon?
“Yes, exactly like actually leaving the clearing,” Damon said, amusement clear in his tone. He wasn’t sure if Micha was being serious with these questions or was just being his usual cute self.
“Like a … date?” Micha queried, a little uncertain with this question.
“Yes, I suppose it can be considered a date, it will be the two of us, my treat to you and there will kissing, cuddling and hand holding,” Damon clarified, realising that Micha was actually being rather serious.
“Okay,” Micha said, grinning at Damon, suddenly really liking the idea.
“Okay?” Damon asked, looking at Micha for a little more confirmation than just a one word agreement. He didn’t want to do this if Micha wasn’t keen on the idea. He truly had no idea what he was doing, he just wanted Micha to have a good time.
“I’ll agree, but it was hand holding that sold it to me, you should have opened with that,” Micha said teasingly.
Damon couldn’t help but laugh, pulling Micha close to him and capturing his mate’s lips in a sweet kiss. There were honestly no words to express how much he loved his submissive. Micha wasn’t appeased with something so innocent or so simple though, and his hands, which were threaded through dark hair, pulled a little until their lips met once more and this time the submissive deepened the kiss.
“Keep kissing me like that and we won’t be going anywhere,” Damon growled as he pulled away from the kiss. He could feel his cock twitching with interest in his trousers as Micha pressed himself up against him.
“Mmmm,” Micha said, “I’m not sure which I prefer; the two of us alone in the forest all evening or a date,” the submissive contemplated.
“Take the date,” Damon said with a predatory whisper. “We can have the rest of the evening alone in the forest together when we get back.”
“Best of both, I like how you think,” Micha agreed with a grin.
“Indeed, go and get ready, trouble, we’ll go in about half an hour,” Damon instructed.
“I have another suggestion,” Micha said with a sly smile. “We leave in an hour and you come with me into the forest for a little while before we get ready.”
Damon sighed, though he smiled as he did so. “Okay trouble, lead the way, I’m all yours.” Micha grinned madly as he stepped back from his dominant, grabbing his hand and dragging his mate towards the tree line. The rest of the pack members in the clearing watching them go with amusement.
Neither Damon nor Micha had the patience to go far. They had barely got a few metres from the clearing before Micha pounced, wrapping his arms around Damon so suddenly that they both went tumbling to the ground, laughing as they went, the submissive landing on top and blushing a bright red.
“Whoops,” Micha said, Damon smiling up at him, one hand reaching up to stroke at his submissive mate’s tufty blond hair affectionately.
“What am I going to do with you?” Damon asked fondly as he leaned up as far as he could, pressing a chaste kiss to his mate’s lips.
“Fall in love with me and how stupidly clumsy I am?” Micha asked hopefully. He didn’t really understand what it was about him that Damon liked so much, but even he, with all his self doubt, was beyond denying his mate’s obvious desire for him; and yet, he still felt a little crazy for daring to hope that Damon might truly love him.
“I’m already there, trouble,” Damon said affectionately as he thrust his hips upwards to grind against Micha’s steadily hardening erection. He had given up on trying to deny how deeply in love with his beautiful submissive he had fallen. “I fell for you a long time ago.”
“Well that was fairly silly of you, not that I am complaining,” Micha said, his words a little rushed as he gasped for breath, loving the feeling of his mate pressed against him; he could already feel that Damon was every bit as aroused as he was.
“It wasn’t silly, Micha,” Damon said with all seriousness, “it was the best thing to happen to me for a long time. I have no regrets in falling for you,” he knew that Micha was bound to have doubts, but he didn’t want his mate to ever think that he regretted giving him his heart.
“Good to know, but you can come back to all these compliments later,” Micha said, reaching down between their bodies in the hope of starting to rid themselves of their clothing. He was loving hearing about Damon’s devotion to him, but right now he wanted skin to skin contact with his mate and he was done waiting. It was a little tricky, but he managed to pop open the button on Damon’s jeans.
Damon couldn’t help but agree with Micha’s preoccupation and he leaned up to press another kiss to his mate’s slightly parted lips. A groan escaped him, into their kiss, as the submissive’s fingers brushed over his groin in the process of undoing the fastenings.
When Micha broke their kiss a few moments later, having successfully undone Damon’s trousers, he had a devious grin on his face; normally Damon would have thought this reason for concern, but, with the submissive’s hand reaching into his open jeans, it promised wondrous things.
“Oh Merlin,” Damon groaned as Micha wrapped his hand around Damon’s cock, taking a firm grip upon it as he began to pump it, moving slowly, still grinning as he watched his dominant mate. The reactions Damon gave to his touch were never disappointing. He released his grip on his mate’s erection, gripping the waist of his trousers instead; a gentle tug on them had Damon lifting up his hips enough to pull them down to his thighs but Micha had no patience to move them further now that he had the access he wanted.
His confidence was growing, but still he found himself nervous as he took in the sight of Damon’s hard, thick length, standing to attention, practically begging him to act. He knew what he wanted though and what he wanted to do as well. It helped that he knew Damon was going to like it too and that it wouldn’t hurt him.
Kissing his way down Damon’s chest, Micha shimmied his way down his dominant mate’s body, paying close attention to each nipple as he went. Finally reaching his prize, Micha grinned as he heard Damon’s breath hitch. The submissive, spurred on by this reaction, licked the underside of Damon’s cock from base to tip.
“Oh fuck,” Damon cried out with pleasure as he fought not to buck his hips up at the sensation. He heard Micha give a small chuckle before the tip of his erection was suddenly engulfed in a wet heat, the submissive's tongue swirling delicately over the slit, which initiated more profanities to slip from Damon’s lips.
Micha always enjoyed watching his mate come undone like this, loving the groan as he reached up and started to roll Damon’s heavy balls between his fingers, engulfing as much of his dominant mate’s cock as he could before stopping on the verge of panic, not wanting it to touch the back of his throat.
He still didn’t love this the same way that Damon did, but the sounds that his mate was making and the knowledge of the pleasure he was bringing him was more than enough to keep him hard, his own cock pressing against the groin of his trousers. There was very little that he wouldn’t do for Damon, giving him pleasure like this was something that he was more than happy to do.
“Micha!” Damon cried out as he fought off his orgasm.
At his mate’s cry, the submissive pulled back, switching to his hand quickly, feeling grateful that his mate knew he was not ready to experience such a thing just yet. Damon arched his back as a hoarse cry escaped from him as his seed emptied over his belly.
Grinning like an idiot, Micha ran his tongue over his dominant’s firm, muscled stomach, tasting the salty, slightly bitter come upon his tongue. He continued lapping at the creamy white substance as Damon recovered from his climax, Micha’s own erection painfully hard and pressing against his jeans.
“You are getting good at that,” Damon said proudly, once he had regained a little control on himself; though Micha was making that control rather fragile by his continued tasting of the come on his chest. “I think you definitely earned a reward,” he added, smiling as Micha’s purple eyes moved to meet his.
“I enjoyed doing it,” Micha assured him, not wanting his mate to think that he hadn’t actually wanted to do it. “But I am not opposed to rewards,” he added before Damon could take back his offer.
“You remember what I told you about telling me to stop, right?” Damon checked; he wanted to try something new, but he knew that Micha needed to be able to put a stop to it if it wasn’t what he wanted; though he was sure that his mate would enjoy what he had in mind.
“You promised that whatever we were doing, if I said stop then you'd stop,” Micha said, nodding his head and looking a little nervous.
“It’s okay, trust me,” Damon promised, leaning up to press a kiss to Micha’s lips. “Trousers off, on all fours, trouble,” he instructed as he pulled back.
Micha sat up, eyeing Damon critically for a moment, before he smiled as got to his feet to obey. There was a thrill in doing something like this simply because his dominant had told him to, and he took his time, removing his trousers as slowly as he dared, despite the urgency with which he wanted to come.
Damon felt no need to hurry his mate along, happy to watch the gorgeous display before him as Micha exposed himself teasingly. His eyes raking over his mate hungrily with each inch of exposed flesh. He wanted to taste him so badly, he wanted to go a little further than they had gone before, another new experience for his beautiful submissive.
Damon came up on to his knees, removing the rest of his own clothing, as Micha managed to free himself entirely from his trousers, also bringing his jumper over his head and discarding it. “You still want me on all fours?” Micha asked a little nervously, suddenly feeling rather exposed as Damon nodded his head, not trusting himself to speak.
Micha carefully got into position, using his and Damon’s jumpers as padding beneath his knees and palms. He was trembling by the time he felt Damon’s hands on his hips, ghosting gently over his skin.
“So beautiful,” he heard Damon say as the dominant’s hands glided over each globe of his arse making Micha shiver. “Trust me,” Damon said gently as he leant forward and kissed each cheek of his mate’s bum.
“I do,” Micha said, knowing that the words he spoke were true. He may have felt beyond terrified about what was about to happen but he trusted Damon. His dominant knew what he could handle and what he couldn’t, there was no reason for him to be scared at all.
Without so much as a warning, Damon spread apart Micha’s cheeks and ran his tongue around the puckered pink entrance he found there. “Damon!” Micha exclaimed in shock, trying to pull away from his mate, but the dominant had a firm but gentle grip on his hips.
“Trust me, trouble,” Damon said softly, pressing a kiss to the small of Micha’s back. “I will make you feel good, you will enjoy this if you can let me.”
“You really want to… you know…?” Micha asked, looking over his shoulder at his dominant mate. Damon smiled at him as he nodded; Micha bit his lip uncertainly before he spoke. “I’m scared,” he admitted in little more than a whisper.
“I know, trouble, I’ll be gentle, I promise,” Damon said, waiting only long enough to see Micha nod his consent. He wasn’t prepared to go any further unless his submissive was certain that this was what he wanted. Micha was just too precious to hurt in anyway.
Once he knew that Micha was fine and wanted him to continue, Damon bent his head down and circled his tongue around the submissive’s entrance, delighting in the sounds that Micha made as he did this. He kind of wanted to say ‘I told you so,’ but that would have meant stopping, which he had no intention of doing unless Micha asked him to.
Listening to the delightful noises Micha was making, Damon reached one hand around the submissive’s hip and took the hard and aching erection in hand; he was sure that his mate was enjoying it, but there was nothing like feeling the proof of it in the palm of his hand.
Damon couldn’t help the little chuckle that he gave, when Micha seemed unable to decide which way to move his hips, but he teased the taut ring of muscle with his tongue, revelling in the musky taste of his mate.
Needing to taste more, Damon thrust his tongue into Micha’s tight entrance. His mind was buzzing with compliments he wanted his mate to hear, but he could feel how close Micha was getting and was enjoying pushing him towards that edge too much to want to pull back enough to utter the words.
“Damon, please,” Micha gasped out, leaning his head down on his arms; his hips were thrusting of their own accord and he didn’t think he could have possibly stopped them if he wanted to. Forward, into the strong grip around his hard and leaking cock; backwards, impaling himself on Damon’s teasing tongue; he wasn’t able to get enough of either and yet his balls were pulling up tighter already.
Damon carried on spearing his tongue into the tight, hot entrance of his mate, his hand that was fisted around Micha’s cock pumping faster as the submissive’s pleading became more desperate and demanding. Micha knew that he wasn’t going to last much longer, not with the multitude of sensations being ravished upon him. Damon must have known this as he increased his speed, sending Micha tumbling over the edge, come coating the floor as he reached his climax.
Micha was taking deep breaths, trying to calm his racing heart as Damon pulled him back into his arms, so that he was kneeling with the submissive on his lap. It took a few moments for Micha to regain himself, but once he had he turned and looked up at his mate. “I like date nights,” he said happily.
“We haven’t even gone on our date yet,” Damon pointed out, shaking his head with an amused smile on his face.
“Oh yeah,” Micha said, a goofy grin on his face. “You don’t have to take me anywhere, you know. I’m happy with what we just did, it was amazing!” he told his mate; he was so glad that Damon knew how far to push him with trying new things, because he wouldn’t have believed that he was ready for what they had just done.
“I want to show off my mate, I want to spoil you rotten,” Damon said stubbornly; he was glad that Micha had enjoyed what they had done, but their relationship was more than just sex and what he had planned was something he wanted Micha to experience. “Go and get ready,” Damon growled, when Micha looked ready to protest, “we’re going!”
“I love that you want to but… you don’t have to,” Micha protested again.
“I am not doing this because I have to, trouble,” Damon said with a roll of his eyes. “I am doing this because I love you, and because I think you will enjoy this.”
“No one has ever done anything like this for me before and this is my first date. I feel really stupid; I don’t know what to wear or if I’m meant to act any differently and it’s making my tummy all tingly to think of going somewhere alone, just the two of us, because I really love you and you won’t tell me where we’re going and you just gave me… I don’t even know what that was but wow, and…” Damon swiftly shut Micha up with a deep, passionate kiss that the submissive melted into eagerly.
“Your mind always amazes me, trouble,” Damon said with a laugh. “All those thoughts, those insecurities, when there is no need for you to feel any of it. Trust me to know what you need and right now I think you need to be spoilt, so let me spoil you.”
FGHP
Damon held Micha tightly in his arms as he apparated from the territory. Nerves were messing with his stomach and with his head so that he had to concentrate very hard to make sure that he didn’t splinch either of them. It helped that he knew where he was going, of course, because the funfair was a muggle one and he couldn’t very well just appear out of thin air, which meant apparating to a safe location and walking the rest of the short distance to their destination.
He just really hoped Micha liked this; he had thought that it was a very Micha thing to do when he had first seen it advertised but now he was overly worried that it would just be too much for him after everything that his mate had been through. The fact that it was a Wednesday evening, however, apparently went in their favour. It didn’t seem to be overly busy when they arrived, and Micha’s amethyst eyes went wide in awe and wonder as he tried to take everything in.
The people, the bright flashing lights, rides that spun you around, a gigantic Ferris wheel, enormous stuffed animals that could be won as prizes, rides that tipped you upside down, a carousel that had one of those jingles that was on a repetitive loop, drawing people in.
Damon watched his submissive carefully as they stood on the edge of the fair, taking everything in. He was trying to gage Micha’s reaction and figure out if he had done the right thing by bringing him here. For a brief moment he thought that Micha was on the verge of freaking out and that it was all too much for him but then the submissive turned to him, beaming.
“Please tell me this is where we’re going?” he asked hopefully, looking up at his dominant mate pleadingly and Damon couldn’t help but smile back, nodding his head happily. “This is… wow,” Micha said, flinging his arms around his mate’s shoulders and kissing him for all he was worth, which of course initiated several cat calls from passers-by, which made Micha blush furiously.
“Lead the way, trouble,” Damon said with a smile, thrilled at how much Micha seemed to like his surprise date night. His eyes were wide, like a curious child as the two of them walked hand in hand through the maze of rides, stalls and people, the smell of cheap, fast food assaulting their nostrils as they went.
“Can we go on some of the rides?” Micha asked pleadingly, looking around at the many that he had to chose from, all of them with bright, flashing lights that overwhelmed his eyes in a blaze of colour.
Damon couldn’t help but laugh. “I wouldn’t have brought you here to tease you,” he said with amusement. “What do you want to go on first?”
Micha looked around for a moment, debating between the cars that slammed into each other, which didn’t look overly romantic, or the large wheel that rotated slowly, each seat designed for just two people. “That one,” he said pointing at the Ferris wheel with obvious enthusiasm.
Damon smiled with relief; he was not a fan of the rides that tipped you upside down or spun you so fast you felt as if you might be sick, though he would have suffered them all for Micha if that had been what his mate wanted to go on.
“This has got to be all done by wizards, right?” Micha asked as Damon led him over to the relatively short cue for a turn on the wheel.
“Actually it’s a muggle thing,” Damon explained, pulling Micha into his side and nuzzling into him lovingly. The submissive clung to his dominant mate as they edged closer to the ride he had chosen, it suddenly looked a whole lot more intimidating than it had from a distance.
The noise was overwhelming, repetitive beats coming from the larger scarier rides that had those who dared go on them screaming, laughter coming from the ghost house as people exited. The one ride that Micha couldn’t take his eyes off was the one that span you around and rocked you back and forth in an arc until you eventually flipped over. Just watching it made the submissive’s stomach knot and twist.
“Muggles did all of this?” Micha asked in utter astonishment as they reached the front of the cue. Damon could see how nervous his mate was and drew him into a chaste kiss right before they were ushered forward.
A young man, who was rather obnoxiously chewing gum, put them into their seat and secured them in place. Micha grabbed for Damon’s hand, shaking a little but not wanting to admit his fear, which seemed entirely irrational considering that no one else was making a fuss on this particular ride.
Damon, however, didn’t say a thing, simply holding on to Micha’s hand just as firmly as they started to move backwards, climbing steadily higher, only stopping to let others on and off. The submissive’s heart was pounding violently in his chest, his efforts to scoot closer to his mate causing the carriage they were sat in to rock, making Micha tense.
Realising that Micha was scared, having squeezed his eyes tightly shut, Damon wrenched his hand out of the submissive’s tight hold and placed his arm around his mate’s shoulders, holding him close as they climbed slowly and steadily to the top.
“Do you trust me, Micha?” Damon asked softly and he watched as Micha nodded his head, still trembling a little. “Then open your eyes,” Damon instructed gently. The submissive of course did as he was told, opening his eyes and being astounded at what he saw.
They were at the very top of the Ferris wheel and the whole fair was stretched out in front of them; they could see for miles across the countryside where the fun fair had been built for the week. It was stunningly beautiful and Micha couldn’t believe that he had almost missed it.
“Wow,” he said, his eyes taking in everything that they could in awe at how amazing it all looked. He only turned away from the view as they started to go lower, turning to Damon, a huge grin plastered over his face. “This is amazing!”
Before Damon could say anything, Micha had pulled him into a rather passionate kiss that lasted until they reached the bottom of the ride. The young man who had secured them in their seats to begin with having to clear his throat to get their attention. Micha blushing a bright scarlet as he detached himself from Damon and they disembarked.
“Where next, trouble?” Damon asked as they got clear of the Ferris wheel, linking their hands once more. Micha seemed to have an entirely new lease of life after his trip on the Ferris wheel, his confidence building as he dragged the dominant male towards the carousel.
This ride they were able to get on almost at once, Micha insisting that the two of them ride one of the double saddled horses together. What the submissive hadn’t realised was that this meant for the entire five minutes of the duration of the ride, Damon was nestled in behind him, framing him almost completely with his larger body, nuzzling into him.
By the time they disembarked both of them had raging hard-on's as they headed for the ghost house. Micha was a little dubious about this one but Damon assured him that it would be fun, though, it also had the advantage of being dark too. The squeals and shrieks of laughter coming from within helped to sooth Micha a little; in his opinion he had had enough of things jumping out at him in the dark to go on a ride like this but Damon seemed rather keen.
He soon discovered why when he found himself pinned up to the wall in a pitch black corner, a hand down his trousers as Damon ravished his mouth. He groaned into the kiss only to be startled as the floor beneath their feet began to rattle and shake, the sound of machinery groaning beneath them. It had them both in stitches as the dominant righted his mate, making sure any evidence of their activities was hidden before travelling the rest of the ghost house with him.
“Damon,” Micha asked pleadingly, turning his puppy dog eyes on his mate. “Will you try and win a prize for me?”
Damon could only laugh. “Okay, trouble, pick whatever you want and it’s yours,” the dominant said, watching as the submissive looked around thoughtfully, taking in the sight of huge fluffy snakes, elephants, giraffes, what looked to be humanised mice, before his eyes fixed on a grey teddy holding a red heart with the words, ‘I love you beary much’ written on it.
Micha’s eyes lit up. “That one,” he said pointing at the large grey bear.
Damon wasn’t stupid, he knew that these sorts of fun fair games were fixed and that he wasn’t likely to win without magical assistance. Normally he would never have condoned cheating and if he was ever asked he would swear blind that he won the bear honestly but Micha was going to get everything he wanted tonight.
Shifting his wand subtly so that Micha couldn’t see, Damon moved it so that it was up his sleeve as they approached the stall. It appeared to be as simple as knocking down six cans with three wooden balls so Damon paid the money as the man running the stall went over what they had to do to win the prize they wanted.
Damon threw each ball expertly with a whispered charm on each one. With the added help of magic, and of course a suspicious glare from the proprietor of the stall, Micha was finally handed the large grey bear with its heart and ridiculously cheesy motive. Damon had never seen Micha smile as much as he had in that moment.
“Oh, Marshmallow, it’s amazing,” Micha gushed, holding the stuffed animal close.“I’ve never had a teddy and I’ve always wanted one, thank you so much,” he rambled off standing on his tip toes, shuffling the bear to one arm so that the other could go round his mates neck and kissing him.
“You need to name him now,” Damon said with amusement that was hiding his underlying sadness that Micha had never had a teddy before, not even in childhood. He was just glad that he had decided to do this and not chickened out.
“What about Cuddles?” Micha asked hesitantly, not wanting to ruin his amazing gift by giving it the wrong kind of name.
“I think it’s perfect,” Damon said kissing Micha once again, and when he pulled back his mate was smiling happily once more. “Come on, there is something else I want you to try,” Damon added as he broke the kiss. The submissive allowed himself to be led over to one of the food stalls with Cuddles still under one arm.
Micha eyed Damon like he was slightly unhinged as the dominant handed him fluffy pink stuff on a stick a moment later. “What is it?” Micha asked, eyeing it with interest.
“Trust me, trouble, you are going to love it,” Damon said, a twinkle in his grey eyes as he eyed Micha hungrily. The submissive took a small, tentative bite, his eyes going wide in delight as the fluff melted on his tongue, dissolving into sugar.
“Oh, Merlin, that is… fucking amazing!” Micha exclaimed, going back for another bite, this one bigger, taking nearly half of the stick as he went. This of course meant that Micha had some pink candy floss fluff stuck to his lips, which Damon had no trouble kissing away.
The candy floss had vanished in less than a minute after Micha learned that he liked it and even though he had begged for more Damon had said no, not wanting his mate to make himself sick; though he had promised more before they left, encouraging the submissive to pick another ride for them to go on.
“Can we try that one?” Micha asked pointing at a ride that had a giant tea pot in the centre of it and six giant tea cups around it. Damon looked a little dubious but nodded regardless. Micha suddenly looked a little hesitant, however.
“What’s wrong?” Damon asked with concern at the look of worry on his mate’s face.
“Will Cuddles be okay on that?” Micha asked eyeing the ride somewhat dubiously, holding his new teddy close to him.
“I’m sure Cuddles will be just fine,” Damon reassured, finding it adorably sweet how concerned the submissive was about the bear, “I’ll hold on to both of you extra tight.”
“Promise?” Micha asked as Damon wound an arm around his waist and led him over to the ride he wanted to try.
“I promise,” Damon said as they joined the short cue. They were lucky to get the last tea cup so they didn’t have to wait for the ride to go all the way around again before taking their turn.
They had a flaming pink tea cup with bright yellow flower designs all over it, which Micha seemed to absolutely love. He clutched on to Cuddles tightly as he snuggled into Damon, who kept one arm around him and the other on the metal ring in the middle of the tea cup that would spin them around once the ride started.
With some hideous pop song blaring out the ride started, and Micha screwed his eyes tightly shut as not only the platform began rotating but the tea cup they were in commenced spinning as well. The submissive squealed as the spinning got faster, clinging to Cuddles and to Damon for all he was worth.
By the time the ride stopped, Damon had to help Micha from their tea cup as he was a little unsteady on his feet, the dizziness having set in. He wasn’t entirely sure how Damon was managing to remain upright when the ground was spinning dangerously beneath his feet.
“I got you,” Damon reassured as they came to a stop, keeping both of his arms around his mate's waist once they were clear of the ride. He wouldn’t have Micha falling over and hurting himself that was for sure.
“Not sure that one was my cup of tea,” Micha said with a giggle, once he had managed to get his footing and the ground felt a little more stable.
Damon laughed. “You are so ridiculous, trouble,” he said, stealing a kiss. “I was going to suggest the helter skelter next,” he told his mate, pointing at the huge tower a little way off, “but I think we could both do with something that wasn’t going to take us round and round in circles first.”
Micha nodded his agreement. “Being this close to you makes me dizzy enough as it is,” Micha admitted with a sweet smile before looking around as Damon led him between a long row of stalls and games. “Fun House,” he read off one of the signs, “that should be fun right?” he asked, turning to Damon.
“Yeah, I think you would enjoy that actually,” Damon said, already knowing he was going to spend the next quarter of an hour catching Micha, and not at all upset about that. Taking his mate’s hand, Damon led them forward and after paying, let Micha lead them up a small metal ramp.
The submissive paused at the top and, holding Cuddles tightly, peered suspiciously around the corner. There was loud music playing and bright lights but apparently Micha decided it was safe to proceed because he stepped into the fun house with a grin on his face. The walls were bright colours, and there were neon lights everywhere, apparently they had caught Micha’s attention well because, as Damon had predicted, he had to catch Micha when he completely failed to notice that a patch of the floor was made up of little rollers.
“Sneaky sods,” Micha said, laughing hard as Damon helped them both over the unsteady surface and helped his mate back onto his feet, the huge bear still firmly in his arms. Damon couldn’t help but sneak in a small grope of his mate’s behind as he righted them both once they were on more stable footing.
Micha turned to glare at him half-heartedly. “They aren’t the only sneaky ones,” Damon said with a wink, nudging his mate forward, and around the next corner, where the path was made up of big wonky steps, that even Micha managed without tripping or anything.
The submissive couldn’t stop smiling, particularly when Damon insisted on walking really very close behind him; far closer than was probably decent in a public place. Though when they reached another set of rollers on the floor, Damon put his feet either side of the rollers and wrapped his arms around Micha’s waist, lifting the submissive onto the moving surface, and helped him glide across it.
Micha laughed happily, and Damon nuzzled into his neck. The dominant had to quickly pull them tight up against a wall as two young teenage boys came rushing through and barged passed them, though this gave Damon the perfect opportunity to push his mate up against the wall, kissing him.
As they rounded the next corner the two of them were faced with a circular tunnel which was large enough for them to walk through, however it appeared to be rotating.
“So much for nothing that will take us round and round in circles,” Micha said with amusement, wriggling out of Damon’s grip and jumping on to the rotating tunnel, giggling when he fell on his bum, giggling and still holding cuddles.
“That is more or less exactly how Harry reacted too,” Damon said with a shake of his head, as he reached down and tried to help Micha back to his feet. “Though he was twelve,” he added with an amused smile. But then Micha pulled and Damon tumbled into the turning tunnel right on top of him.
“Bet he didn’t do that,” Micha said with a grin, as he leaned up and pressed his lips against Damon’s.
“Mum! There are two guys kissing in the tunnel!” a high pitched voice shouted from behind them making both Damon and Micha jump and then start to laugh.
“Looks like we're busted, trouble,” Damon said. Pulling them both to their feet just as the kid’s mother rounded the corner, a look of disapproval on her face as she stepped up next to her daughter.
“Sorry, Ma’am,” Micha said, his best innocent smile on his face. “I slipped,” he told her.
“Disgusting,” she said covering her daughter’s eyes as Damon frowned at the young mother, who was trying to usher her daughter around the two werewolves and through the tunnel to get away from them.
“How did she know we are werewolves?” Micha asked curiously. He was rather under the impression that muggles weren’t aware of magic or magical creatures, and even wizards wouldn’t be able to recognise them on sight.
“She didn’t,” Damon said sadly, not sure if he wanted to expose his innocent mate to the prejudices that some still held. He loved that it hadn’t even occurred to Micha that it might be because they were two guys, but he wouldn’t deceive his mate that way. “She said that because we’re gay,” he told him, pressing a chaste kiss to Micha’s lips.
“Well that’s just stupid,” Micha said dismissively.
“Agreed,” Damon said with a happy laugh, glad that that one woman’s issues hadn’t even phased Micha in the slightest. “Let’s not let it ruin our evening,” he said pressing another kiss to Micha’s lips.
“Because someone we don’t know thinks we’re disgusting?” Micha questioned, looking at Damon as though he had lost his mind. “Isn’t our problem if she can’t see how hot you are,” he said with a grin, pressing another kiss to Damon’s lips before grabbing his hand and dragging him around another corner.
Though he then stopped so suddenly, Damon crashed into him. They found themselves in a small room of distorted mirrors; Micha reached forward, only to pull his hand back quickly as though burnt. He then tilted his head and bent down slightly, watching the movement of his reflection intently.
“Micha…” Damon said softly, torn between amused and amazed by his mate’s reaction; though he supposed that the submissive might never have really seen mirrors before, and certainly not strange ones like these.
“That’s my reflection?” Micha asked quietly, as he stepped forward and brushed his fingers over the glass. “I look like that?” he questioned, thinking he looked so different from others and he had never thought he looked particularly good, but he couldn’t quite get his head around what he was seeing.
“Sort of,” Damon said with a chuckle, stepping up behind the submissive and wrapping his arms around his middle. “Look at my reflection,” he instructed.
Micha did so, taking in the images of himself and his dominant that seemed to be inside the glass. And then he giggled; Damon looked so silly and deformed, with the top of his head big, but a tiny neck and arms that went on and on.
“And the muggles do this without magic?” Micha asked, with obvious scepticism.
“Yep, it is just a normal mirror that has been curved,” Damon told him, kissing Micha’s temple. He really did find his mate’s innocence rather endearing. “Micha… have you never seen your reflection before?” he asked after a few moments, during which the submissive kept tipping his head to the side to try and get a different view.
“Umm, not really,” Micha admitted, turning to look up at Damon; he had seen a mirror once many years ago, the one time he had mysteriously woken up in a hotel, but he hadn't really looked at it then.“It’s not like we have mirrors all over the place in the territory,” he pointed out.
Damon nodded his understanding and, after checking that there was no-one in sight, he pulled out his wand and cast a spell that straightened out the glass in front of them so that it framed a perfect image of the two of them together.
“Wow, that’s… us?” Micha asked, reaching out again. “That’s what I look like?” he asked, and felt Damon hum his agreement and what sounded a lot like approval.
“See, completely gorgeous,” he told the submissive.
Micha tipped his head to one side as if trying to get a better look; he could see Damon, strong, handsome and perfect but then next to his mate there was him. He was shorter, his hair pale and stuck out all over the place and he had never realised just how purple his eyes were.
“I look weird,” Micha said with a sigh. He wasn’t sure why Damon would want to have anything to do with him let alone be seen in public with him. He could see now why the woman had covered her daughter’s eyes and called them disgusting.
“You look perfect to me,” Damon assured him. He could see the insecurity in the way his submissive looked at himself critically. It hurt him so much to see Micha be so judgemental of himself when all Damon could see was perfection.
“I’m short,” Micha said with a frown.
“You just fit into my arms,” Damon countered stubbornly.
“My hair is a mess,” Micha added, reaching up and tugging at a blond tuft, hating the way it stuck up in all different directions as if he had just rolled out of bed and left it.
“It just matches your adorable scatterbrained mind, and just does its own thing,” Damon said fondly as he placed kisses upon his mate’s jaw and neck, wanting him to see just how wonderfully perfect he was.
“My eyes…” Micha started to say but this time Damon didn’t give Micha a chance to finish what he was going to say, unwilling to listen to him berate himself any more.
“Are the most incredible eyes I have ever seen in my entire life and, if we do ever have children together, then I hope every one of them inherits them,” Damon told him honestly. He couldn’t imagine anything more perfect that having a son or daughter with Micha’s messy blond hair and beautiful amethyst eyes.
“You really love me?” Micha asked, still staring at his reflection. He wasn’t sure why someone as handsome as Damon would ever fall in love with him. There was nothing special about him at all, he was entirely unremarkable; his eyes, the only thing that made him different, made him look like a freak.
“Yes,” Damon said with certainty without a second of hesitation. He needed Micha to know this, to believe it because it was how he felt; he loved the submissive with all his heart and never intended on letting him go.
“Even as I am?” Micha asked, looking into Damon’s eyes via the reflection of the two of them. He couldn’t see any sign of deceit or lies in his mate’s expression but he still couldn’t quite believe that Damon wanted him, loved him.
“Because you are exactly who you are,” Damon said truthfully, nuzzling into the nape of his mate’s neck, suckling gently on the sensitive skin there. He wanted to make sure that he made his claim on his submissive, to show Micha exactly how proud he was to have him as his mate.
“I think you must be a little crazy,” Micha said as he closed his eyes, melting into the gentle caress, gasping a little as he felt Damon’s teeth graze over the sensitive spot on his neck.
“Yep,” Damon agreed, knowing full well that he was at least a little nuts, just like each and every member of their family was in one way or another. “But so are you,” he whispered, turning Micha is his arms and kissing him passionately.
The two of them carried on through the fun house, across uneven flooring that shook and rocked back and forth, through huge elastic bands that stretched from floor to ceiling meaning that they had to let go of each other's hands to get through. However, throughout it all, Micha never once let go of Cuddles.
Of course, this meant that the submissive was constantly tripping up or losing his footing but Damon had no problem staying close to his mate and ensuring that he didn’t fall or hurt himself and in the process ensuring that his hands ended up gripping places that they possibly shouldn’t have been while they were in public; not that Micha was complaining though, not judging by his raging hard-on.
They made it through the fun house giggling and in stitches of laughter, their sides hurting they were laughing so much. They spotted the mother who had said they were disgusting talking to a member of staff but they ignored her, heading in the direction of the helter skelter, Damon’s arm over Micha’s shoulders.
“This isn’t going to make me dizzy again is it?” Micha asked, as he looked up the red, white and blue tower, around which a long slide was wrapped.
“No, I think we’ll be okay,” Damon said, leading them up a small set of stairs. At the top of the stairs was a large stack of what looked to be old sacks; Micha gave Damon a strange look as he grabbed one of them and led them through the doorway that lead inside the tower.
“We’re going all the way up?” Micha questioned as they began to climb the stairs, he glanced up and it looked like a really long way, somehow much further than it had looked from outside.
“Yep, all the way up,” Damon confirmed. “But then we get to go down together,” he added in a whisper, leaning in close.
“How did you managed to make taking a slide sound like so much fun?” Micha asked with a laugh. There was a small queue at the top but it didn’t take long for them to reach the front of the line.
Damon placed the sack at the top of the slide and helped Micha take a seat on it; it was clear the submissive was a little nervous and so he kept a firm grip on him to make sure he didn’t move before he was supposed to.
“And to think that I didn’t think I would get between your legs until we got home,” Micha said, giving his mate a grin over his shoulder, as Damon climbed onto the sack behind him, one leg either side of the submissive.
Damon laughed, as he pushed them off down the slide, oblivious to the amused expressions on the faces of the young couple who had been behind them in the queue and had overheard Micha.
It was quite quick, and Micha loved the sensation of the wind in his face and Damon’s arms around him; his mate had been right that he didn’t think it was making him dizzy at all and so he put his arms up, letting out a cry of ‘Weeeeeee’ as they went.
He practically jumped to his feet as they reached the bottom, turning to Damon to ask to go again, when they both spotted a young man coming over to them. Micha quickly stepped closer to Damon, and the dominant put an arm over his shoulders and pulled him into his side. “Can we help you?” Damon asked, a bit more harshly than he intended, but he didn’t like that this man had made Micha so nervous.
“I’m afraid I had a complaint,” the unknown man said, and Damon realised that he worked for the funfair. “Some woman seemed to think that she and her daughter witnessed, and I quote, “disgusting behaviour” in the fun house.”
“Oh,” Damon said, “sorry about that. We really did slip over, but it was nothing more than a bit of innocent kissing,” he insisted.
“I thought that was probably the case,” the young man said kindly, nodding his understanding. “But for the consideration of the other customers I think you should really move your amorous activities to the top of the Ferris wheel for fifteen minutes or so. Free of charge, of course,” he added with a wink. “My husband and I rather enjoy the view from up there.”
Damon and Micha both laughed at that. “Thank you,” Micha said, keen to experience the Ferris wheel again; it had ended far too soon the first time in his opinion and he was more than happy to go again.
The man only smiled at them and motioned for them to follow him. He wanted to make sure that they got their free ride. The way the young mother had been talking about them she made it sound like her daughter had walked in on them naked and fucking, which very clearly had not been the case.
“Oh and I’ve put some money behind the sweet stall, you look like you have a sweet tooth,” the man added as they reached the Ferris wheel, giving Micha a wink that made the submissive blush scarlet and snuggle into Damon. The dominant couldn’t help but smile at how shy Micha was when confronted with strangers.
“Thank you, so much,” Damon said sincerely. “It’s nice to meet someone who doesn’t hold any prejudice,” he added as the Ferris wheel was stopped for them to get on.
“No problem, have a great night you two,” the man said with another wink before giving them a wave and heading off again. Damon ushered Micha on to the waiting carriage and sat him down before sliding in next to him.
They were fastened in, as they had been before, and then they began their assent to the top. The dominant put his arm around his mate’s shoulders, pulling the submissive close. Micha resting his head upon Damon’s shoulder, cuddling his teddy close to him, sighing in contentment.
“Thank you,” Micha said, his voice so quiet that it was barely even a whisper as he spoke as they neared the top.
“For what?” Damon asked, turning his head and placing a soft kiss to the top of his mate’s head, inhaling the familiar scent of his submissives hair, a scent that relaxed him, calmed him even.
“Tonight, wanting me, loving me, everything,” Micha said, his free hand trailing up Damon’s thigh as the Ferris wheel came to a stop at the very top. There was no one else on the ride, it was just them, all alone, on top of the world, at least that was what it felt like to Micha.
“It has been my pleasure doing all of those things, trouble, not one of them has ever caused me any difficulty,” Damon told his mate honestly, bringing his free hand up and tilting Micha’s chin up so that he could capture the younger man’s lips in a chaste kiss.
FGHP
It had been a pleasantly quiet evening in the clearing with the absence of all three pups, Micha and Damon. Everyone had had a chance to relax, even Fenrir had seemed calmer. Callie had been asleep for most of the evening after preparing dinner and Jenson was glad of it, she needed the rest.
However, he scowled when he heard the sharp crack that announced the arrival of Damon and Micha back in the clearing. If it hadn’t have been for the distinct sound of the submissive giggling then someone might have bothered to get up and check to see who had apparated in, but they all could hear Micha coming a mile off.
The two werewolves staggered back into the clearing, hanging on to one another while also trying to balance several bags, a large teddy bear and what looked like three sticks of candy floss between them while still clinging to each other.
Lukas couldn’t help by laugh at the sight of them as they approached the fire, both of them beaming with happiness. Jenson and Fenrir were scowling; however, Tessie simply looked amused.
“We brought treats,” Micha announced somewhat loudly as he handed one stick of candy floss to Lukas and another to Tessie, both of the recipients looking amused as they accepted the offering and thanked him.
"You got him sugar?" Jenson question with annoyance as Callie shifted in his lap, disturbed by the sudden noise going on around her.
"You should see how much he's eaten,” Damon said giving Jenson a rather apologetic look, knowing that his little sister really did need to rest.
“You’re just grumpy you don’t get candy floss,” Micha said sticking his tongue out at Jenson before delving into one of the bags and bringing out a handful of red heart shaped lollipops that were as big as the palm of Micha’s hand.
He gave two to Jenson who looked rather bemused at this and then Micha turned handing one to Fenrir. “You can give it to Harry,” he explained when Fenrir fixed the submissive with a steely, unimpressed look at the gift.
"Under no circumstances give any of this to Clayton!" Jenson said eyeing the two bags of sweets that Damon and Micha had brought back from their date. He didn’t think having this much processed sugar in the clearing was a great idea considering the state Clayton got in when he ate it.
"You totally did that once didn't you," Micha said, turning to Damon with a grin as he nibbled on his third stick of candy floss, a little sad that he had almost finished it. "I can only imagine what Clay is like on Candy floss."
"Twelve year old Clayton on Candy floss," Damon amended with a grimace at the memory. "Trust me it was a lesson well learned. Harry thought it was hilarious though." He remembered the day he and Severus had taken the two twelve year olds to the fair. The potions master had hated it and left them to it after half an hour. Then Damon had made the mistake of giving them both candy floss. It had not ended well.
“It’s late,” Fenrir grunted. He wasn’t unhappy that two of his pack were filled with such jubilation but seeing them together made him miss Harry and he hated that he couldn’t have his little mate in his arms. He hoped by stating that it was late Damon and Micha might get the hint.
“But I’m not sleepy,” Micha whined as he threw the wood stick from the now finished candy floss onto the fire.
“Come on, trouble,” Damon said with amusement. “I have just the thing to tire you out,” he said putting the bags and the bear down close to where they usually slept before whisking the submissive up and into his arms.
“Don’t go far,” Fenrir instructed firmly, not wanting them to wander too far so late at night.
“And keep it down,” Jenson grumbled as he shifted positions to lie down beside Callie. The last thing he wanted to do was to be kept up all night because two of his pack were having loud, wild, kinky sex.
“Night, all,” Damon said as he headed off into the woods with Micha still in his arms. He heeded Fenrir’s warning and did not go too far into the woods, only going far enough so that they hopefully wouldn’t be heard when things became… orgasmic.
“Too many clothes,” Micha said decisively, as Damon placed him back on his own two feet, the submissive grabbing at Damon’s jumper and encouraging its swift removal. The dominant loved how demanding Micha was; gone was the nervous man and Damon loved to see his mate come alive like this.
Damon allowed Micha to remove his jumper, discarding it to the side in case they might need it. He was rather glad that he had kept the small tube of lube in his jeans pocket for just such emergencies, but first he agreed with Micha, they were wearing far too many clothes.
The submissive, however, was already discarding his own jumper before Damon even had a chance to suggest anything; and then Micha’s hands were on his chest, teasing his nipples and caressing the shape of the muscles. Damon wrapped his arms around his mate pressing their lips together, kissing him for all he was worth.
The two of them were riding on a high from their brilliant evening and neither of them wanted it to end. Damon pulled Micha closer to him with the use of the belt loops on his trousers, grinding against him, both of them hard and aching. They had been teasing each other all night, neither of them were going to last long, at least not for round one.
Breaking the kiss Damon went down to his knees, pulling at Micha’s trousers until the fastening popped open and he was able push the submissive’s trousers and boxers down over his thighs to the ground, exposing Micha’s thick cock.
Digging the lube from his pocket, Damon coated two fingers before reaching round and kneading at his mate’s arse, taking the throbbing cock into his mouth. Micha screamed at how sudden it was, his cock surrounded in a wet, silky heat.
Then he felt a single digit probing at his entrance, circling the tight ring of muscle, waiting for permission before going any further. “Yes, Damon,” Micha said, nodding his head; he was nervous, that was for sure, but it all felt amazing, and he trusted his mate to make him feel good.
Damon hollowed his cheeks, sucking hard as he slipped the tip of his finger inside Micha, looking up at his mate’s face to ensure that he was okay. When the submissive groaned happily, Damon ran his tongue up the underside of Micha’s erection, teasing the length with his mouth.
“Merlin, Damon,” Micha moaned out. It felt strange being able to feel Damon’s finger inside him but it wasn’t painful; on the contrary, the knowledge of what his mate was doing to him, plus the slight pressure felt amazing. His cock and balls were aching with the need to come and couldn’t help but thrust forward into Damon’s mouth slightly, despite the dominant's one handed grip on his hip.
Seeing that his submissive was enjoying himself, Damon began to slowly move his lubed finger; Micha groaned happily, pressing down again the digit inside him. When Damon curled his finger around and brushed against his prostate, Micha cried out with pleasure, seeing stars as he shot his load into his mate's willing mouth.
Damon, however, was not finished, he continued to twist his finger inside of his mate, his tongue lavishing attention on Micha’s cock, which he was determined would not go completely soft. Though Damon could feel his mate’s legs trembling with the force of the orgasm and the dominant knew that his submissive would not be able to remain standing through a second orgasm.
He pulled his finger free, and released Micha’s cock from his mouth, wanting to make sure his submissive wasn’t hurt in the process of getting him off his feet. He wrapped his arms around Micha, pulling his mate closer, and the submissive lowered himself to his knees, straddling Damon’s lap.
The dominants hands circled back to his mate's entrance, pushing his finger inside drawing a delighted moan from Micha. “That feels good, doesn’t it?” Damon asked, though he could already see the truth of it on his mate’s face.
“Really good,” Micha agreed, pressing his hips forward, his half hard erection brushing against the bulge in Damon’s jeans. He wanted to feel more though, and his fingers were quickly undoing the fastenings and reaching inside; the angle was slightly awkward but completely worth it when he was able to take the hard length into his hand and earn a moan of approval from his mate.
“Damon,” Micha gasped out, “I want to feel you inside me,” he pleaded. He wasn’t sure he was ready, in fact he was sure that he wasn’t but at the same time he wanted this, he wanted it more than he had ever wanted anything.
“No,” Damon grunted as Micha’s grip around his erection tightened, the fist pumping at him. The dominant never relented in his movements inside of his mate, going so far as to push in a second finger, causing the submissive to groan in delight.
“No?” Micha questioned, still stroking at his mate. “Why?” He didn’t understand; all evening Damon had been professing his love, telling him how much he wanted him and yet now he was refusing.
“Because we both know you aren’t ready yet,” Damon said firmly. “And when you are, I am going to take my time, a lot more time than we have this evening, and you are going to love every second of it.”
“But I want you,” Micha said somewhat desperately as he pushed himself down on the two fingers inside of them. Damon hooked them round, brushing against the sensitive bundle of nerves that had the submissive pushing his head back and screaming in pleasure again.
“You have me,” Damon told him, pressing kisses to his jaw. “We will just save that particular experience for a special occasion.”
“Our first date isn’t a special occasion?” Micha asked, still stroking Damon’s erection, shifting his hips to drive the digits further inside his arse and his own now hard cock forward against his mate’s.
“Brilliantly special, but I don’t want to rush it,” Damon tried to explain, but it was difficult as he was driven ever closer to his climax. He just knew that tonight wasn’t the right night, but that Micha was asking made him think that it would be soon.
“So close,” Micha told his mate, his head tilted back as Damon kissed and nipped at his exposed neck. The dominant thrust his hips upwards, at the same time pushing his two fingers deeper into his mate, their erections rubbing together, pushing them both to the edge. Micha came first, as Damon brushed over his prostate for a final time, Damon following shortly after, their come mixing together on their chests and thighs.
“That was… amazing,” Micha said breathlessly, slumping forward boneless against his mate, his breathing erratic as he recovered from his third orgasm of the evening, two of those having been in the last half an hour.
“You are amazing,” Damon said as he wrapped his arms around his mate, holding him tightly as they both fought to get themselves under control. He hadn’t dared to hope that their evening would be as brilliant as it had turned out to be. He was so proud of how well Micha had coped with the new things they had tried; he was tempted to say so, but didn’t want to make a thing out of it, not when Micha was so relaxed in his arms. He knew that they would have to go back to the clearing eventually, they’d freeze if they remained out here without much in the way of clothing on, but he was reluctant to move them.
It took them half an hour before they re-entered the clearing. Micha was dressed once more but Damon had remained topless, his jumper filthy. His submissive was dozing lightly in his arms, finally exhausted and close to sleep.
As they made their way past the others to where they usually slept; Damon was rather startled to hear Jenson growl at him rather fiercely. “Thought I said to keep it down!”
Micha giggled in Damon’s arms as he heard this but wisely chose not to say anything seeing as it had been his screams that had not exactly been on the quiet side. “Sorry,” Damon said, his voice still a little husky from the blow job he had given Micha.
That night Damon and Micha lay together, the bear that Damon had won at the fair snuggled between them; they remained on the verge of wakefulness and sleep, sharing tired kisses and lazy strokes as they simply held one another, hardly moving and just being in one another's arms, finding comfort and security there. Micha couldn’t remember feeling as content or as happy as he did in that evening.

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Thatgirl889 - Glad to hear you love our story, but a little sad to hear it is leaving a bad taste in your mouth. You aren't the first person to say that they had a problem with Harry's character in this story, so I would like to take a moment to address the points you have made.

Firstly, yes, Harry is very spoiled, manipulative and over reacts to situations sometimes; but there are reasons that he had been written this way and it was certainly not to make you dislike him. First of all he is behaving quite a lot like a very typical fifteen year old, particularly one who has grown up always being the centre of attention (With Severus, Clay and now Fenrir; even Dumbledore to some extent, though that is obviously more complicated). He has always been told how special and important he is, and has developed a strong sense of entitlement. This is something that will be addressed as the story progresses, but is just part of the character he has become due to the way he was raised.

We are very glad to hear you love Clay so much; he is definitely lively, fun and immature, but I wouldn't worry too much about him becoming the punching bag of the story because he is currently the Omega. Sometimes we tried to get across, and I would like to emphasise again now, is that the Greyback pack care very deeply about each other and, unlike in some other packs, they would not mistreat any member of the pack simply because of their rank, nor without a very good reason. Clay was actually made Omega so that Fenrir could punish him without making him into a punching bag. You are right about how much Clay cares about his family though; he might be a Gryffindor, but he is extremely loyal too. He is willing to go through a lot to protect those he loves and in time they will come to understand just how much he does for them; but he isn't the type to make a thing out of it and therefore it takes them a while to realise.

It also makes me a little sad that you don't think Romy deserves Clay though; she would be the first one to agree with you, but I feel like I need to point out that she has been through absolute hell the last few years of her life. Think back to how she was before they went to Hogwarts... she has grown SO much and is learning to actually be strong. Trouble is she is learning a lot of that from Harry, which (for reasons given above) means she is occasionally somewhat selfish and manipulative, but she is just fourteen and still figuring herself out... trust me when I say give her time.

Overall, yes, these characters are very flawed, and the three pups in particular are because they are still teenagers and growing into themselves. I assure you their personalities have all been very carefully considered and planned out as much as the story, so I hope you stick with us. Sorry about the really long reply, but I wanted to give you full answers to all your points. I hope I covered all the major things.
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