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Long Strides to a Short Walk	By : EmeraldGrey Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 5988 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-1
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9a
- 10-9b
- 11-9c
- 12-10
- 13-11
- 7
- 8
- 9
D/H

Slashfiction

Rated PG-13 to NC-17

Long Strides to a Short Walk

By

Emerald Grey

*PLEASE, see Chapters 1 for any and all Disclaimers, Warnings, Pairings, Summaries, & Dedications*

Song is: Run Away by Live

(I've taken artistic licence and changed the 'she' in the song to ' he' )

**~~**Chapter 8**~~**

Neville Longbottom was a quiet boy.

He had no use for making trouble and no use for troublemakers.

Well, that was always what his Gran had told him when he'd come home for Summer Hols after telling her about the many 'mis'-adventures that the �Harry Potter trio� had gotten up to that year, and she always said the same thing, every single bloody time, so it had to hold some truth.

Neville was an introspective child, and right now, after contemplating any and everything that had recently happened, including his part in it, he'd come to a decision.

It was a simple yet dangerous decision.

He was gonna feckin' hex the next bloody person that started another bloody fight!

MERLIN!

All of the shouting, and yelling, and screaming, and... AHH!

It was just too much.

Couldn't they just talk, and work this out?

It wasn't that he didn't care for his friends; Neville loved them dearly.

Through the years, each one in their own way had, on several occasions, rescued him from numerous jinxes, hexes, and other scary things.

But, they weren�t exactly little children anymore, and in the last 48 hours, he'd done some major growing up. Although he'd agreed with Hermione that this situation indeed needed to be resolved, in all actuality, it was a bit too late for that now.

Short of a bloody time turner, they were stuck with this situation as it stood.

Cold hard facts were just that.

Little sharp slaps of reality.

Fact number one: Both Malfoy AND Harry were now 'expecting'.

Up the Duff, preggers, and that fact was real.

Fact number two: Aside from Hermione, almost everyone else in this room was responsible for this situation.

He had stolen the potion, Colin had administered it, and if Ron and Zabini had just grown a 'pair' and stood up to Flint and Wood, none of this would of even happened.

But name calling and petty hair pulling was NOT the answer.

Levelling his wand at the bug eyed bushy haired girl and the cowering blonde Slytherin hiding behind the slack-jawed redhead, Neville said, "I mean it. Just. Stop. This. Now."

Seeing their nervousness at his wands direction, he sighed, carefully slipping it back into the folds of his robe.

"Now," he said, "Lets talk this over like adults, and try and find a solution, okay?" Looking pointedly at Hermione and Blaise he added, "Without any bickering."

Hermione sniffed loudly, straightened her robes and sat down across from Neville.

Blaise emerged from behind Ron and sat down on the sofa, scooting over to make room for the redhead.

Ron blushed, but was quick to settle in next to his new friend. Colin and some others settled in as well, ready for this much-needed chat.

For the next few hours until bedtime, they discussed the situation at hand, and rallied to mend the now torn relationship between themselves and their estranged friend, who was currently stuck in the Infirmary with his worst enemy.

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'Looks like I've lost the will to carry on, my friend He said And you can hear it

in my whispered cries for love'

Harry tenderly rubbed at the slight bump on the back of his head as he carefully shifted the small breakfast tray on his lap to get more comfortable.

Although Madame Pomfrey had given him and Malfoy a choice to stay in bed for one more day or to attend classes, he'd been torn at what to do.

He loved his friends, he cherished them, and after finding out last night from his bed-mate, Malfoy, the depths of deceit his friends had sunk to, and all for some bloody bet... well, he was still in a mild shock.

Finding out you were now preggers with your best enemy�s child? Now that... that was, what had that Muggle telly commercial said?

Oh yeah, right, 'priceless'. But?

Finding out you yourself had knocked up said enemy?

That was just heartbreaking.

All of his carefully laid plans to protect Draco... All gone, �poof�, and now? He was in even worse danger, as were their unborn children.

The one he'd unwittingly given to Draco, and the one Draco had unknowingly given to him.

Snorting lightly he scooped up a forkful of fluffy scrambled eggs.

Chewing thoughtfully, he then slowly spread blackberry jam on a warm thin wedge of wheat toast with the tines of his little white plastic fork, as he attempted once again to wrap his mind around everything that Malfoy had said to him the previous night.

'So, Neville had stolen the stuff that Colin had spiked the fire-whiskey with, at Ron and Blaise's insistence. It was to have been a 'Lost' potion, something that mimics amnesia for about 30 minutes.'

Harry snorted once more. 'Ha, bloody ha, he and Malfoy, sitting across from each other, wondering who the bloody hell they even were? But, the potion had turned out to be a 'Lust' potion, something Professor Snape had created back in the late 80's that helped witches or, as in his and Malfoy�s case, wizards, 'get with child' for reasons of infertility, or for that 'one shot' at procuring an Heir for those that found it distasteful to have to actually 'touch' the mate being forced on them.

The then esteemed young Potions Master Snape had found his place in the pages of infinity after being placed in Hogwarts, a History.

'Lust potion', or 'Facio Genialis existo Fertilitas existo Gravida' worked like this: first, you became VERY, VERY lust driven, and once copulation had occurred, you then became VERY VERY fertile, BUT, only the witch or wizard that had ingested the potion, would become pregnant. It was unknown as to just how long the effects of the potion lasted, and it varied with each individual case. However, the Professor had scared them both when he had told them gravely, that only half of the potion was needed.

Colin had dumped in the whole bloody vial. So, it was now unknown as to just how that would affect them or their growing babies. And while they would 'grow a uterus' they would 'deliver' the Muggle caesarean way; the baby would have to be cut out of them.

Once delivered, the scar of the cut would magically seal, leaving only a tiny mark.

If the child delivered was a boy, a little permanent half moon would appear near the birth parent�s navel.

If the child delivered was a girl, the mark would become a tiny star.

The potion adapted to the needs of the ingestee. If you already had the equipment, it just strengthened what you had. If you were lacking, it gave it to you, but only temporarily: until the birth of the child.�

Harry had been a bit relieved at that bit of news, even as he had toyed with the idea of him and Draco having a large family.

Draining his cup of juice, Harry�s mind still reeled at the enormity of the situation.

He smiled slightly as he watched the glass slowly re-fill with the tasty orange liquid.

Picking up his toast, he nibbled slowly as he remembered what else Draco had told him.

�Malfoy even explained that Ron and Zabini had pleaded their reasons. He said that both boys had been bullied by both teams and their former Captains, Flint and Wood, that they had no choice but to come up with a Captain�s Prank each. Then, whoever won the last Quidditch game of the season also won the bet, and their prank would be played. Hmm, just what HAD they been smoking? Hmmm...'

Shuddering slightly at the mere thought of Ron having won that bloody bet, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Taking a small sip of pumpkin juice from the clear plastic cup, he looked over at the curtain.

Malfoy had been silent ever since his Father's eagle owl had arrived.

After the nurse had checked them both, and Dobby had brought them their breakfast, Malfoy had made it a point to draw the curtain closed, and hadn't spoken to him since last night, when he'd tried to explain to Harry all that had happened once he'd passed out.

Not believing one word, Harry had threatened him, and that had been that.

Harry winced again, not because of his head, but because of the whispered broken words coming from behind the curtain.

They tore at his heart, as piercing as a Mandrake�s cry, but he had to be strong, he had to steel himself. He'd told Malfoy he'd be there for the child that he had given the blond, and that he'd let Draco be there for the baby that was soon to be the next Malfoy Heir, but bloody hell, he had to draw the line somewhere!

And he knew it, deep down inside he could feel it: his denial had all but broken Malfoy�s heart, when he had refused the stammering Slytherin�s hasty proposal of marriage.

Harry had stood firm, and no amount of threats or bribes (and Malfoy had slung out quite a few) was going to change his mind.

He simply would NOT put Draco in such danger, because if Voldemort knew the depths of the feelings that Harry had for the other boy, Draco would be in mortal peril forever.

Softly, Harry called to Dobby. He'd suddenly lost his appetite.

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'I need your blissful touch to carry me away again So can we roll tonight, roll through your desert, can we start over and just...

Run Away, Run Away tonight It ain't no victory, but I don't care, I don't care if it's wrong or right

We can just Run Away, Run Away tonight It ain't no victory but I don't care, I don't care if it's wrong or right

~~**Dream flashback~~** Spring, 1987

In a room at the Leaky Cauldron

Two naked, sweaty, well-shagged young men lay on their backs, side by side, one arm tucked behind their heads, their other hands clasped between their lean bodies, long slender fingers interlacing.

While a good roll in the sheets solves most things, some things are just unsolvable.

The shorter and darker of the two mumbled something, breaking open the serenity of the moment and igniting fierce passion in the taller, paler man�s soul.

"Dammit Jamie! Don't say that!"

"Luc, look, I- I have to, I must do this, I- I have no other choice. It's... it's Lily. Um... she's- she's pregnant, and- and they're making me do this... my parents... my- my grandparents... They said I- I had to grow up, and do the right thing. I- I don't want to, Merlin knows, but,"

The slim dark haired young man turned to look at his lover, his sorrow-filled, piercing, dark-blue eyes saying much more than his stumbling words.

"Luc, we knew that this couldn't last. We've been luckier than most. Please babe, you've got to help me be strong and we both have to do the right thing. I love you, Lucius, and I always will. You were my first everything, but we'd both be disowned if we do anything other then what�s expected of us. Look, my baby's due in July. It's going to be a boy, Luc! I- I hope you'll be happy for me... please, babe, try and understand that if I could change this... MERLIN! I would if I could."

Reaching over he gently brushed back the long, silky, blonde curtain that hides his lover�s beautiful face and silent tears.

Tilting up that strong jaw, he quietly admitted, "Luv, I'd rather marry you, and raise a family with you, but," he chuckled softly, and at his next words, a rueful smile was pulled from the blond�s full pink lips. "Until someone invents such a potion, I'm afraid we both have no such luxury. We both know that this is the only way. I'm the last of my family, and you're the last of yours. It's the price we pay for not only being the only child, but the only male Heir as well. I know your father has chosen Narcissa Black for you. My father took great pleasure in telling me that fact, even knowing how I feel about you, knowing how much that little tid bit of information would hurt... but, Lucius, it's our family duty to do what's right."

Now taking the sobbing blond man and folding him gently into his embrace, he whispered into the baby fine hair, "I wish we could run away from all of this, my Heart, but neither one of us is strong enough to stand up to our bastard fathers, and we are but pawns to our destiny."

Gently he turned them both, pulling his pouting lover down on top, until broad muscular chests touched.

As tightly defined stomachs rubbed, he spread his long legs, causing them both to moan as their erections softly brushed and slowly stiffened.

Reaching down to touch the heavy silky shaft of his lover, James tilted his hips to accept Lucius.

As the angelic blond nudged the tip of his swollen cock against the entrance to his Heaven, James surprised him by wrapping his strong legs around his lover�s slender waist, bucking upward, and impaling himself onto his lover�s thick erection.

"Oh God Jamie! I love you SO much, please, I can't lose you! There has to be another way! PLEASE!"

Reaching up, James snaked his arms around Lucius' neck and pulled him down close, so close he could taste his breath as he told him, "Lucius, until the day I die, I will love you! I'm glad I lost the Captain�s Bet, because I've won so much! The only regret I have is the years that we�ve wasted fighting, when we could have been doing so much more productive things with our bodies." As he tilted a black slim brow suggestively, they both started to snicker, but soon, firm, seeking mouths and soft, teasing tongues were locked in a rhythm that matched the gentle thrusting of their sweat slicked bodies.

The room echoed with their harsh moans.

That next morning, after a leisurely breakfast downstairs, they paid their bill, making sure to generously tip the man who had, for the last few years since they'd graduated Hogwarts, kept their little dark secret.

Tom watched them part for the last time.

As they firmly shook hands goodbye, cerulean blue and silver grey eyes held much sorrow.

"Have a good life Luc."

"You do the same James, and uh... congrats on the upcoming wedding and er, on the, well about being a dad soon. Live well James, and please remember me."

"As if I could ever forget."

At the barkeepers snort, they both smiled as they noticed him quickly turn away to discreetly wipe his eyes on the edge of his dish towel.

"You boys best git now, I gotta open up, and, ah, I'll be in the back. James, Lucius."

Giving them both a quick nod, he left.

Turning once again, they dropped hands, as they said the last two words they would ever say to each other in this existence.

"Goodbye, Lucius."

"Goodbye, James."

~~**Present, Malfoy Manor~~**

"No, No, NO!"

In his large bed at Malfoy Manor, Lucius Malfoy bolted upright.

A small groan escaped his full lips as he remembered the catalyst that had caused him to dream the forbidden dream of his lost love.

Draco, his little Dragon, was now pregnant. And if that wasn't bad enough, it was by his dead lover�s son, whom Draco had also gotten pregnant.

Merlin, they sounded like one of those bloody Muggle soap songs, er, operas, that Severus was so fond of!

Squinting at his Snitch clock on the wall, (it had been one of the many gifts from James) he saw he had time, and he needed to write several letters.

Shower first, breakfast, get those letters off and then? He'd pay a visit to his child.

He'd felt it last night before he'd passed out. He was needed. His little one was in distress, and he'd be damned if he'd ignore it.

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'Looks like I've lost my will to carry on, my friend' He said

'I'm like a posse that's been ridin' for days I've got the scars to prove that love has had It's day and I'ts way with me

So can we roll tonight, roll through your desert, can we start over and just...

Run Away, Run Away tonight,

It ain't no victory, but I don't care, I don't care if it's wrong or right

We can just Run Away, Run Away tonight It ain't no victory but I don't care,

I don't care if it's wrong or right

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It wasn't that Draco was afraid of his father... well, he was, but in a respectful way.

His father had always taken great pains to train him in to know right and wrong in the duty of being a Malfoy. He'd even given him a book on his 6th birthday that was called just that: 'The Art of Being a Malfoy'.

Merlin.

All that year, and in the many since, he'd been grilled and taught, grilled and taught, leaving no doubt in his mind that if he could, he'd just run away from it all.

Of course there were good points: being born an aristocrat, the wealth, the prestige. On the other hand, there were bad ones too: the inevitable marriage to some female Pureblood twit that he'd have to bed and get with child, just to continue the long line of Malfoy.

A tiny bubble of hysterical laughter hit him hard, leaving him shaking.

"Hmm, Daddy, I wonder just where the hell in the bloody 'Malfoy Family Handbook' was this chapter: So, you want to be your own Heir maker eh?"

Merlin.

At the soft snort behind the curtain, he jumped slightly. Crap, he hoped Potter hadn't heard that.

The sudden commotion from the other room startled him yet again.

"Where IS my SON!? I demand to see him! NOW, woman, I don't have all bloody day!"

'Merlin! Well, no time like the present to face this.� And Draco steeled himself, waiting, trembling, wishing he could just run away, far, far away. Of course he'd do his damnedest to get Harry to accompany him.

"Mr. Malfoy!" The stoic Nurse said back just as fiercely, "Your son is in good hands, sir. My hands. I have taken care of young Master Malfoy�s bumps and bruises for many years now, and I truly resent you implying otherwise!" she harrumphed.

"Now, Draco has been in a fight with Harry Potter. Luckily they both have hard heads, and even heartier bodies. They were delivered to me Saturday morning, a bit bloodied and bruised, although my tests have, thank Merlin, shown that the babies are just fine."

She took a deep breath then continued, enjoying the way his silvery eyes appeared to be glazing.

"Knowing Severus as I do, I'm sure you are now aware of their 'special and delicate' conditions, so please refrain from further upsetting your son and his lover." Raising an arched brow at the gob smacked aristocratic younger man she added icily, "Well, have I made myself clear, sir?"

Gritting his teeth, the younger man spat, "As crystal, Madam."

And, brushing her aside, he strode off in an impressive swirl of dark robes to find his baby.

Harry had heard them both, and Merlin! Poppy had called him Draco's lover!

Oh God, he was dead!

Soooooooooo, So, So, Soooooo dead.

Lucius would tell Voldemort, and that would seal everyone�s fate!

Harry held his breath as he watched the captivating Mr. Malfoy stride confidently toward his son.

'Merlin, he was beautiful.' Harry wondered if that would be what Draco would look like once he was older.

His heart caught in his throat though, when Lucius stepped back and pulling the curtain aside, softly said, 'Potter, I shall speak with you momentarily." Smirking, he added, "Seems like congratulations are in order. Welcome to the Malfoy family."

And as he let the curtain fall, Harry felt the tiny hairs on his arm rise from just the sound of that silky, enchanting voice.

As he heard murmured words from the other side of the curtain, he then felt the surge of magic that was the 'privacy bubble' that now surrounded Draco and his gorgeous father.

Harry felt so alone.

Malfoy was such a lucky git. At least he HAD a Father to talk this all over with.

Picking up the tiny silver ring on the slender silver necklace he wore, he felt tears sliding down his cheeks. He missed them, both of them and even though he couldn't remember them, every time he touched his ring, he felt loved.

Draco was gob smacked. No, he was... well, he didn't know what he was anymore.

It was all so surreal.

Ever since his father had arrived, pulling back the hospital curtain with one hand and muttered a privacy spell, he'd just sat there quietly on the edge of his bed. After reaching out and enveloping him in a tender hug, a few tears had flowed down both of their cheeks as Lucius softly told Draco everything about himself and James Potter, his fathers one true love...

He had even ruefully mentioned James remark about 'If such a potion were to be invented.'

Still keeping his one important secret from his son, he feigned surprise at the existence of such a potion, agreeing that now, Draco and Harry were carrying the results.

At the end of their chat, Lucius removed the privacy bubble. Opening up the curtain once again, only this time, raking it all the way aside, he stared down at Harry�s bright green eyes with a very strange look flickering in his own mercury depths.

Harry had been crying again, and had sat up quickly, hastily wiping away the salty traces.

Draco�s mouth watered, oh Merlin how he longed to just taste the other boy.

He missed him so badly it hurt.

But, Harry had been VERY rude to him.

Several times.

He couldn't just ignore that, because if he did Harry would walk all over him.

And, he'd be damned if he'd relive his father�s relationship, or lack thereof.

Merlin!

What was he thinking? He was acting as if he and Harry were going to be married!

"Not bloody likely!" had been Harry�s blunt answer to his hasty late-night proposal.

Not that anyone could blame him, after all, Harry was carrying the Malfoy Heir, and he didn't want HIS child...er... their children to be bastards.

Now, if he could just get his bloody father to help him convince his Harry of that one important fact, well, he could, but first, he had to find a way to make his father and HIS Harry to bloody STOP eyeballing each other!

Merlin but James�s son was beautiful.

He had the same messy raven hair, 'Wonder if it�s as soft?�, the same arrogant tilt of his chin, the same full pink lips, ' Would they even taste the same?�. Harry had his father�s slender build, hells, it was like James had come back to haunt and taunt him!

Lucius bit down hard on his own full bottom lip as he watched the boy flicker his little pink tongue against that tantalizing plump flesh, the soft moan escaping when as watching him, Harry nervously began nibbling on both of those kissable, lickable...

Merlin save him!

The only thing that made Harry different than his lost love was his eyes.

Those damn green Evans� eyes.

Lily�s eyes.

At that sharp realization, he shook his head slightly as the icy bucket of reality crashed down, giving him a much-needed dose.

Harry felt light-headed.

Draco�s devilishly stunning father was checking him out.

Those mercury orbs were darkened, looking just like Draco's did before he came.

'Oookay, this is just weird.'

He slyly slid a glance Draco�s way, noting the boy had a tiny scowl on his handsome face, and he couldn't help but grin at the tiny growls emitting from deep inside Draco�s slender pale throat

'Oh, now that, that's just too weird as well. Draco looks as if he's jealous of his Father looking at me, and MERLIN! He sounds as if he'd love to bloody tear out the man�s throat!�

The imp in Harry cheered.

So when the sexy older Malfoy sat down on Harry�s bed, holding out his arms to him, he fell into them, and gratefully took the hug that was offered.

Peering over the wide shoulder, he bit back the urge to giggle. The scowl had deepened, the growling increased.

Lucius breathed in the scent of Harry.

'Merlin, he even smells like my Jamie!'

That same apple and honey scent, with the sultry musky undertones of being all male.

"AHH-HEMM!"

He smirked into Harry�s wild dark curls as he heard his little Dragon clear his throat rather rudely.

Turning around he said, "Now Draconis, Harry here looked like he needed a hug, and since he's now a part of our family, you wouldn't deny him that, would you my sweet?" He purred to his miffed offspring.

Harry quickly had to cover his mouth with both slender hands to keep from laughing.

'Hee, the look on Malfoy�s face!'

But, as much fun as it was to wind Draco up, he had to have some questions answered.

He gently but firmly extracted himself from the charming man�s grip, easing back into his bed, now sitting up to rest against the headboard, pulling the covers over himself to hide the obvious. �Merlin! Malfoy�s father just gave me the mother of all stiffies!'

Composing himself, Harry asked, "Aside from all the niceties, just how does this all set with Voldemort? I know who and what you are to him Mr. Malfoy, so do NOT insult my intelligence by lying to me."

Those penetrating green rays probed deeply, causing Lucius to flinch slightly as Harry softly asked, "Draco and I are both in even more danger, aren't we?"

Looking down at his flat stomach he protectively curled his slender arms around his tummy as he comes to his own conclusions. "As are our unborn children." He whispered.

Looking up again at Lucius, he stared hard at the older man, his eyes fierce. In a voice so deadly that even Draco jumped, he said, "I will kill anyone that harms our children. Having a family is something I'd die for. I- I never knew my own father."

Pausing he takes a great shuddering breath, exhaling as he slowly said, "Our children will know theirs, and you shall personally see to it that we are all safe."

Clashing gazes with the man who would soon play an important part in the lives of their unborn children, as well as the man who with one word could ruin all of their lives, Harry bravely stated, " Do I make myself clear, Mr. Malfoy?"

Lucius, admiring the sheer knackers of the appealing young boy, smiled his most seductive smile as he purred, "Very, and please, call me Luc, Harry... if I may call you that?"

In the other bed, Draco snorted and crossed his arms.

Harry smirked, quirked an ebony brow and replied, "Of course, Luc, after all, we are going to be family soon."

"Hey! What about me!" Draco pouted. "Where are MY warm fuzzies?"

Harry giggled as he watched Luc give his jealous son an exasperated eye roll and hold out his arms.

He was soon filled with his own jealously as he watched Draco dart into his father�s strong embrace. Lucius was enfolding him, protecting him, loving him, as he buried his face in the boy�s soft blond hair, kissing the top of Draco�s silky head.

Sighing a tiny little happy sigh, he felt somehow better when moments later, Luc reaches over and scooped him up in the same hug.

�Yep,� Harry thought, �A change of plans is in order, but I still can�t afford to get too close. But this... this is nice.�

The only other hugs he'd ever known were the ones from Mrs. Weasley, and on occasion, the twins, Ron, and Hermione.

Even though his heart was raw from Draco's embarrassing display Saturday morning, Harry wanted this.

This feeling, a reaction blooming deep inside in his chest, taking root in his heart and soul, so new, so different... it was a sense of belonging.

All his young life, he'd felt like a burden, a nothing, a waste of space, never wanted, never fitting in, NEVER belonging.

He'd be damned if he let anyone treat the baby he was carrying, or the baby he'd made, like dirt under a trainer.

And woe to any son-of-a-bitch that even tried.

They might not have been planned, but he'd spend his life showing both children just how very, very, VERY much they were wanted.

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Re snickered. Ti shot him 'the look'.

You know, the one that you give your lover of many years, because you know each other so well.

That look, that secret code that says, �Behave or else!�.

Re giggled.

Ti growled.

And, when Re snorted, Ti quickly excused himself and his giggling lover, and frog marched Re into his bedroom.

"Ouch! Dammit, Ti, let go!"

Ti shoved Re to the bed, and quickly followed him using his height and strength to his full advantage.

Straddling Re's slender hips, and grasping him by his long silky dark-blonde hair he growled, " No. Now, you listen to me, Papa is NOT a man to be toyed with or laughed at!"

Giving Re's hair a harder tug, he hissed, "Have you NOT learned anything through the years, my sweet?"

At Re's silence he grimly stated, "Godson or no, do not, I repeat, DO not, throw jests at him, especially in front of me." At seeing his lovers dark blue eyes widen and glisten with unshed tears, he loosened his grip, and began to gently run his long fingers through the thick dark-gold strands.

Feeling guilty he blurted, "Mon Dieu! Re just hear him out, okay? I think it's a bloody brilliant idea! It will change everything! You and I will help and we too will become so very powerful!"

Ti's mercury orbs darkened with lusty glee, reminding Re of another set of eyes just as beautiful.

Re's breath caught.

He loved Ti with all of his heart, but, like the older man outside their bedroom, Ti had such a thirst for it.

Power.

Re didn't want or need it.

But, to his Godfather, and his life mate it meant the world, and neither would settle for less.

To deny Ti this would be bad.

And an angry Ti was NOT a good thing.

Merlin, the boy had a temper!

"Mon Dieu, Ti, you win, I'll do it. Lets go back out there. I'll tell him."

Ti looked down at his now pouting lover, and just had to nibble.

Leaning into Re until their toned bodies touched from shoulders to thighs, he tilted his blond head slightly, sighing softly as he gently bit and then pulled on his lover�s enchanting bottom lip.

Smiling into Re's alluring mouth, he pressed their lips together into such a deep kiss that Re was still slightly panting as they walked out of the bedroom door.

"Papa?" The young blond boy called cheerfully as they walked back into his presence, hand in hand.

"Yes, my angel?"

"Papa, Re has something he wishes to say to you, sir."

Giving Re a small shove, Ti smiled, filled with relief as he watched his Papa, his mentor, motioning the smaller boy forward to where he was sitting on the black leather sofa.

His charming face full of forgiveness, the older man smiled, and patted a place next to him.

Re, nervously nibbling on his bottom lip, looked up into his godfather�s emerald green eyes, and says, "Okay, sir, I'll do it. Count me in, too."

The older, dark brown-haired man smiles a truly evil smile, as he motioned for the blond boy to join them.

With a boy on each side of him, he curls his arms around them, and hugged them tightly.

"Ah, the both of you are like the sons I could never have. Soon, you shall do me even more proud."

Looking down at Ti he said, "I've changed my mind, you should not be parted from your intended." Holding up the tiny silver rings on his slender sliver necklace he says, "These last few days I've felt your pain and confusion at being apart. Your bond is strong, no matter what shenanigans you have gotten up to at school with others, I know you place each other first."

As both boys hung their heads in shame, their faces suffused with guilty blushes, he chuckled, "Oh, come now! It's perfectly normal to experiment! Hells, I did it too when I was but a lad your age!"

As they remained quiet, each lost in their own webs of guilt, he gently said, "For the length of time you both have been bonded, I was curious as to when you'd do that anyway!"

When two young tear-stained faces look up at him, he hastily added, "As long as you are BOTH in agreement, and of the same mind and do it together, taking a lover to your bed can be a rewarding and surprising thing."

At their embarrassed gasp, he snickered. "Well boys, I'd best be going." Reaching into his deep robe pockets he extracted a large black velvet bag with a braided green velvet tie.

"Spend this well, and play your part, just nothing too... you know." He waved his large hand in a so-so manner.

Pulling out a slip of parchment, he handed it to Ti.

"This is the floo address; leave here by 9 a.m. tomorrow. I'll have a crew waiting for your suggestions since you both have more knowledge about this sort of thing, and we're doing it the 'Muggle' way."

At Re's shocked look, he added, "Close your mouth, Pet. I meant yes, it will be made with magical means, just with a 'Muggle' flair."

Looking down at them, he added as he stood, "I know you'll both make me very proud. Do it up right. We want them, we will have them. Soon, they shall be right where I want them, all of them."

He smiled again, and with a red spark of mischief alighting in his green eyes he smirked, "I can smell the pheromones pouring off of you both. It's okay, I was young and randy once too."

And, before they can say another word, or even let out another embarrassed groan, there was a �pop� and he was gone.

Looking at each other, Ti shakes his blond head ruefully, wiping his eyes with his sleeve.

"I'll never get used to that." Snapping his long fingers, both he and Re giggle as they share a memory of the first time the older man had �popped�, scaring both young boys.

"Yes... well, you'd called him 'Papa' since I first saw you, but..." Re snickered, wiping at his own face. However, the tears were no longer of shame, but mirth. His dancing aqua eyes danced as he laughed.

"The look on godfather�s face was quite comical when you insisted on popping your p's loudly, and flat out refusing to ever call him Grandpère, but instead, 'Pop-pa'."

"Well," sniggered Ti, "he was always 'popping' in and out of the room!"

"Come 'ere you," Re said as he drew his lover down over his now prone body, thrusting his hips upward playfully and causing small throaty noises to escape their lips as two cocks trapped in tight blue jeans under black robes hardened.

Soon, the room was filled with the sounds of lusty moans.

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**~~**End of Chapter 8**~~**
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