Le Frère de Sang

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GENERAL DISCLAIMER - I do not own any of the characters used.

NOTES ON THE CHAPTER - So, in this chapter we see a discussion take place, a trip to the hospital and another INTIMATE SCENE between Harry and his squeeze. Again it isn’t very graphic but we are certainly seeing this more clearly here.

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We went to my old room. I noticed nothing had changed except the fact it was lacking all my clothes and books. There was a small gathering of dust on top of the surfaces. I gave it a small frown. Would my vampire hosts be offended if I did a banishing spell on the dust? Would they be more offended if I asked them permission first? If I brought it to their attention then they’d be embarrassed but if I got rid of it then perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad.

I sent my magic into the room. Asher tensed ever so slightly and the hand holding mine tightened a fraction. I looked up at him and saw he had a small look of pleasure on his face. He liked feeling my magic? He looked at me and I saw something glistening in his eyes. It was intense but I couldn’t tell what he was trying to communicate to me through his eyes alone. Jean-Claude didn’t seem to notice the magic.

“Perhaps we should all have a seat?” Jean-Claude said and indicated to the sofa. Asher lead the way, still holding my hand and Jean-Claude moved over to the dining table to collect a chair. He sat down in front of us. Asher reclined onto the seat, looking comfortable. His hand held mine on his thigh occasionally fiddling with my fingers. I rested my injured wrist in my lap but didn’t lean back into the chair. I stayed sat upright, my body turned at an angle so I could see Asher while still being able to see Jean-Claude. If you were to make a triangle with each of us at it’s points it would be a scalene triangle.

“I believe Micah has a nurse in his pard. I shall ask Anita whether it is possible for you to see the nurse about your wrist.”

“Don’t’ worry about it.” I said. Micah didn’t seem very fond of me since I kept insulting Anita. “I’ll just rest it, it’ll be fine.”

“I would like for you to see someone. It has swollen quite badly. If not a member of the pard then a doctor, I shall arrange the visit to the hospital. You’re choice.” I grimaced, that wasn’t a choice really. I swear that giving choices is a controlling thing, gives the illusion of choice and free will while at the same time bending you to their will.

“Fine. I’ll meet with someone of the pard if it’s okay with everyone. If they don’t agree then I’m just resting my wrist. I’m not going to the hospital.” Jean-Claude didn’t seem to like that but nodded with determination on his face. There was silence for a few minutes and I watched Jean-Claude’s facial expression, it changed from determined to slightly angry then to a satisfied look.

“Ma petite has spoken to Micah and he has gone to collect Cherry.” I’d heard that Jean-Claude had a mind link with Anita and Richard so I guess that’s how he managed to arrange everything.

“Thanks.” I muttered and looked at my wrist. It was rather swollen, pain throbbing through it. I swear it was still just a sprain or something though.

“Now. We have many things to discuss. I believe we should start by going over the guardianship arrangement.” I snapped my head to look at Jean-Claude. He was watching me carefully with his dark eyes. Asher tapped his fingers on the back of my hand and then interlinked our fingers.

“What about the arrangement?”

“You do not seem happy with my guardianship over you and there are many people in Anita’s work place who disagree with the arrangement too. However, as the relationship to Blaise was what it was and as Blaise had the ardeur which is only found in my sire’s children, you are ward of this bloodline. I have no wish to concern my sire with you, you would not like her I do not think and it would not be wise to invite her here. Thus I believe we should stick with this arrangement.”

“So just because I was blood brother to a vampire with a power from your line I now belong to you?”

“Oui, that is the law. You are my ward. However, if you are dissatisfied with me then another from the same line can take my place. Asher for instance. Damian also comes from the line.” Damian I hardly knew, except that he lived with Nathaniel, Anita and Micah and that he was part of Anita’s second triumvirate. Asher…I trusted Asher however to have a budding relationship like ours was with a guardian didn’t sit right with me.

“I won’t change guardians.” I said.

“Very well. You pointed out earlier that guardians were more involved than I have been in your life.” I pointed out a lot of things earlier. Some I wished I could take back. In the heat of the moment I’d confessed to being abused. “I had not wished to be intrusive thus I stayed out of the way. As you want me more involved might I suggest that you get a chaperone when with Asher?”

“Chaperone Jean-Claude? What makes you believe he would be unsafe with me as to require a chaperone?” Asher asked and I saw him meet Jean-Claude’s gaze with slight hostility and hurt.

“Do not be so offended mon chardonneret.” Jean-Claude said easily. “Harry is, however, a minor until he is eighteen thus should not be alone with one of our kind, or indeed with a lycanthrope, until then. We risk persecution. I, or another, should be with you to bear witness that nothing untoward happens.”

“Um…Actually I am of age. I’m seventeen. Being a seventeen year old wizard makes me exempt from any age laws set down by muggle governments. I have a letter explaining that I am legal to do anything I like now.” Jean-Claude and Asher stared at me before Asher squeezed my hand with a small smile.

“Will that stand up in court though I wonder? In a case where most will want to execute Asher or myself?”

“Yeah. It will. And because of who I am they’d believe me anyway.” That earned me a questioning frown.

“Explain.” I withdrew slightly, hunching my shoulders forwards. I touched the scar on my forehead, ignoring the pain in my wrist.

“I don’t want to explain yet. Just know that for all intense and purposes I am of legal age and free from muggle restraints.” Jean-Claude nodded slightly though he didn’t look too happy at my reluctance to explain any further.

“Then, as your guardian, I am adding a restraint that you will adhere to. You may not go clubbing without supervision.” I jerked, I wanted to stand up but Asher still had my hand.

“What?! You can’t do that!”

“I am your guardian, it is my right.”

“But…but clubbing is my outlet! You can’t take that away!”

“I never said I was taking away your option to go clubbing. Non, for if I did that I have no doubts that you’d rebel and do so anyway. I merely said you needed supervision. You shall be accompanied by someone I trust when you wish to go.” He might as well just take clubbing from me! I didn’t want to be observed. I didn’t want to be guarded. I went clubbing for freedom from everything, that included the people I was stuck around. Blaise always accompanied me sure but then he left me part way through most of the time and I could completely lose myself. I didn’t want anyone guarding me when I shook of restraints, they would probably be the people I was trying to shake off!

“Great. Now I have to find another hobby.” I muttered and leaned back in the chair. I took my hand away from Asher and crossed my arms over my chest. Pain shot through my wrist and I grimaced, releasing my arms ever so slightly so I wasn’t holding them so hard against me.

“I did not say that at all mon magicien.” I shrugged.

“Having somebody there with me defeats the purpose of going to the clubs. I go to get rid of all restraints but if one is following me then there’s no point in going is there?”

“So I cannot see you dance then? I heard you do it so very well.” I looked over at Asher. He wanted to see me dance? He continued speaking. “You would object to dancing with me?”

“No I wouldn’t…” I admitted. If he wanted to dance with me I wouldn’t object. Images of how we’d dance together flashed through my mind, heat rushed to my face. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach again. How did Asher dance? How would Asher dance with me?

“Then would you object to me escorting you clubbing?” I suppose not…but Jean-claude had just said that we shouldn’t really be alone together.

“But Jean-Claude just said we should have a chaperone.”

“If your wizarding laws can protect Asher against persecution while in this relationship with you then you can be alone. Asher can be your chaperone. Be aware also that Nathaniel, Jason, Damian, Richard and others are also available to be called upon. They could escort you clubbing too, they are your friends are they not?”

“I suppose so…” Were they my friends? Nathaniel left me, Jason didn’t really care much for me we were just like good acquaintances. Damian was just an acquaintance ad Richard hated me because I liked guys. From what I’ve heard from Nathaniel Damian isn’t fond of homosexuals, although Nathaniel might just have said he didn’t like or partake in homosexual sex. Can’t remember. Either way, I don’t know his opinion of me.

“Now there is something I wish to discuss.” I looked up at Jean-Claude, had he taken my silence for agreement to his rule? From the way he was looking there wasn’t a chance of going back to the previous conversation.

“Yes?”

“It has always been that any human who has been bitten three times by a vampire dies. If that human has been bitten by only one vampire then they will be turned into one by the bite. You have not become a vampire or died despite Blaise biting you. This could be because, as you explained, he was borne a vampire and did not rise as one. Asher has fed from you once, should he feed again there is the risk you will die.”

“No there isn’t.” We studied vampires in Defence Against The Dark Arts. Jean-Claude looked at me with a look that asked me to explain. “Only really weak wizards or witches, and squibs those with no magic but born to a Wizarding family, can be changed into a vampire when bitten. And we only die if we are completely drained and our magic is unable to assist us. I’m more powerful,” loathe though I am to admit it, “I need to be drained and fed vampire blood in order to change and only if I’m magically exhausted and then drained of blood will I die. Hard to kill me. Always survive somehow.”

If only they knew how true that was. Voldemort killed me but I didn’t stay dead. The Dursleys practically killed me, but I survived. Near death experiences, deadly adventures…I’ve done the lot and I’m still here. What is a vampire or two compared to all of that?

“I see. So there’s no concern with your survival then?”

“No…not as far as being fed from is concerned.”

“We just shouldn’t feed you our blood?”

“Not really. Little bits doesn’t matter, but lots will turn me.” Jean-Claude nodded and his body relaxed slightly into the dining chair.

“Then would you consent to being my pomme de sang?” I turned to Asher when he said that.

“Is that like Jason? He feeds Jean-Claude.”

“Yes like Jason, but for me.” I nodded and uncrossed my arms. Sitting in a defensive situation now didn’t seem to have much point.

“Sure. I don’t mind. But I’m going to need your help with something if you need to feed from me often.” Asher nodded and reached a hand out to take mine back. I met him half way.

“What is it you need?” Jean-Claude asked, steepling his hands and fingertips over his lap.

“Ingredients for a potion. I’d get them myself but in America I wouldn’t know where to look for some of them. Blaise usually took care of getting the ingredients, and he usually made the potion. Since he isn’t here I’ll have to do it but I can’t make a potion without ingredients. Can I give you a list tomorrow or something?”

“That would be acceptable. What, may I ask, is the potion for?”

“Oh. It’s a blood replenishing potion. It’s just good to have some spare, just in case. It’s not that I don’t trust you Asher, and it’s not that I didn’t trust Blaise either, but sometimes things come up straight after a feed and if I’m needed to be fully alert then I can’t do that without taking a potion first.”

“I shall see to it that you get the ingredients.” I nodded.

There was a knock on the door before we could talk any more and Jean-Claude rose. He walked gracefully over to the door, his movements making it seem like he floated over, and pulled open the door.

“Ah. Thank you for responding so promptly. Come, he is over there.” The door opened wider and Micah and a woman stepped through. The woman gave me a small smile and walked towards me. She was dressed in a nurses’ uniform, her hair pulled into a bun, and a nurses bag was slung over one shoulder. She had kind eyes, and a kind smile.

“Hi, I’m Cherry. I heard you hurt your wrist?” I nodded and held up my hand to her. She pulled forwards the chair Jean-Claude had been sat on until she was right in front of me and then took my injured wrist. “Okay, can you wiggle your fingers?”

“Yeah.” I wiggled them slightly for her, wincing. Did she really want me to keep wiggling when it hurt? Cherry gave me another smile.

“Can you move your fingers without it hurting?”

“Not really no.” I gave a sigh of relief as she told me to stop. She carried out a quick check, pressing on the swelling to see what hurt, moving my hand up and down to see where it hurt. Ten minutes later she was finished.

“I’d really like to get your hand X-rayed. I don’t think it’s broken but there’s a smaller bone in the wrist that could be broken and if it is then we will need to know about it. I can make a call to get you booked in for the hospital immediately if you like?”

I sighed. I really didn’t want to go to the hospital. Really didn’t want to be there. In hospitals there are lots of people, most of whom don’t feel well and are in pain. If my shields didn’t hold up then I’d be in big trouble. Still, there was no alternative. I didn’t know any medical spells to heal myself and I didn’t even know exactly what the damage was. I’d have to go to the hospital. Bugger.

“Okay.” I gave in and leaned back into the sofa once again, my arm pressed against Asher’s. I gave his hand a squeeze and cuddled my wrist to my chest.

“I’ll go and make that call then. I’ll get you booked in for tonight if that’s okay?” I nodded to her and she left the room, pulling out a mobile phone on the way and speaking to Micah briefly. Micah stayed in the room but she left.

“I can drive you to the hospital. Cherry has a shift starting soon so I’ll be taking her in with us.” I nodded again at Micah’s words. I’d have to be in the car with him? His aura was lathered in Anita’s. They’d been all over each other by the looks of things, her aura covered nearly all of him.

“I’m afraid I cannot accompany you, mon petit magicien.” I looked to Asher who was looking at me with solemn eyes.

“Oh.”

“I have been neglecting my duties tonight and should go attend to them shortly. Perhaps I can see you tomorrow evening? After sunset?” I smiled at him, he wasn’t walking away from me then.

“Sure. I’ll apparrate to this room shall I?”

“As you wish. I shall meet you here. Perhaps I could show you my chambers?” I grinned at him. That would be nice.

“Okay.”

“Um…” We all turned our attention back to Cherry who had once again joined us in the room. “I’ve booked you in for X-ray in half an hour.”

“We should leave now then. Thank you Cherry.” Micah said. He looked to me and I sighed and rose to my feet.

“I shall stay here. Jean-Claude and I have things than need to be discussed. I shall see you tomorrow evening.” Asher said and raised my hand to his lips. He kissed the back of it then released me. Did he think I’d be uncomfortable with anything other than that in front of Micah and Cherry? Perhaps, or maybe he was worried about being on view to them for his own reasons. Was he protecting himself from persecution? Would Micah and Cherry tell on us? I looked them over, they were talking quietly. I didn’t really know them, they could snitch.

“Bye.” I offered with a smile and walked out. Jean-Claude gave me a smile as I passed and I offered one back. I followed Micah and Cherry out to the car.

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“What are the results?” I sighed at Micah’s question. The wereleopard had stayed with me through the X-ray but had waited outside while I was given the results.

“I’ve got a splint and I’m supposed to rest it. In two weeks I have to come back and have it X-rayed again. They offered my a sling but I declined. The splint is enough, I can barely move my hand.”

“Well when they say rest they mean no movement or use of your wrist. If the splint helps then that’s fine.” I pulled a face at Micah’s words and he laughed gently at me. Micah was quite nice when you got to know him. We’d had to wait an hour between the X-Ray and the results so we’d had a lot of time to chat. We avoided subjects like our ‘gifts’ and those tied to us with ‘gifts’. We just spoke about hobbies and things. But from the way he wasn’t being harsh with me after seeing me and Anita in the same room he had to have been nice. He could have made a fuss and demanded answers but he didn’t.

“We’d better get you back to Richard’s then.”

“Yeah. I guess.” We walked slowly out of the hospital and to Micah’s car. When we were driving along Micah turned to me slightly.

“You know, Nathaniel’s pretty upset about what happened earlier. Do you think you can forgive him for not coming to see you?” I bit my lip. Nathaniel was a friend but he had abandoned me.

“I don’t know.”

“He has had a tough life…”

“That isn’t an excuse. I’ve had a tough life but I don’t abandon those I think of as my friends.” Unless they abandon me first.

“You didn’t make any attempt to contact him though did you.” Micah accused.

“How?! Tell me how I was supposed to contact him? I don’t have his phone number, Richard doesn’t talk to me so I can’t as him to pass on any messages and he doesn’t talk to the pard because of Anita! How was I supposed to contact him huh? Tell me Micah because I really want to know!” Micah growled at me, I’d been yelling at him. At the angry glint in his eye I backed down. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell…but seriously! I had no way to contact him.”

“It would be hard. Especially with Richard and you staying with him. Richard doesn’t like pard members and he likes Nathaniel even less. That’s part of the reason Nathaniel couldn’t contact you. He’s scared of Richard.” Micah confessed. “Perhaps I could bring Nathaniel out to see you, not at Richard’s house but to pick you up after school or something?”

That sounded good. I didn’t have friends at school. Since I was at summer school now I had to find my own way home so having someone meet me then sounded like a good idea.

“I’d like that.”

“Good. We’ll do that then.” I offered Micah a grateful smile. I’d forgive Nathaniel. It’s always better to have friends and I didn’t want to lose Nathaniel completely just because we couldn’t contact each other. I’d try harder. And with Micah helping him perhaps Nathaniel would be able to come and see me more.

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I nervously clenched my good hand and fiddled with the hem of my t-shirt. I was early to the room; it was about an hour before the sun would have completely set. I’d gotten up at one o’clock in the afternoon and since then I’d been going crazy. I’d tried to do homework to distract myself, I’d tried watching television and watching a film but hadn’t managed it. I’d had two showers and changed my clothes three times. I had nothing to do to waste time. Asher wouldn’t be awake for a while, what could I do until then?

I was wearing a pair of tight black jeans that hung to my butt and hips but was looser around my shins. My grey t-shirt had a wavy line design on it with red, bright green and blue lines. I’d not exactly decided on wearing this, more told myself to not be stupid about meeting Asher tonight and dress to suit myself. I didn’t need to impress Asher. If he wanted me, if he liked me as I was, then I didn’t need to change myself. If he didn’t like what I wore then he could tell me, until then I’d wear what I liked.

“Waiting for me, mon petit magicien?” I spun around at the voice. There was Asher standing in the doorway to my room looking as radiant as ever. He was dressed all in blue: dark blue trousers and a lighter blue shirt. His shirt was tucked into his trousers outlining his trim waist that was bigger than mine but harder too. His hair looked like spun gold hanging free over his face.

“Y-yeah.” I looked down at my watch. I’d managed to wrap my watch around the splint I had to wear on my wrist. “Isn’t it early for you to be up?”

“Non.” He said and walked over to me. He raised a hand and placed it on my cheek. I flinched. He looked at me steadily. “This is where Anita hit you. It has marked you.”

“Yeah.” I nodded. The right side of my face was bruised and painful. Mostly my cheek was swollen, covered in a dark green-yellow bruise that didn’t compliment my eyes at all. Around by my eyes the bruise was darker but it hurt a lot less.

“I shall have words with her I think.” I turned my nose up slightly but refrained from comment. What could I say about it after all? I didn’t like Anita but I wouldn’t ask Asher to avoid her, he liked her. “What was the verdict on your wrist?”

“Oh. They don’t think it’s broken but there’s apparently a smaller bone in the wrist and if I’ve broken that then it won’t show up on the x-ray for about a week or two. So I have to go back in and be x-rayed again. Till then I’ve got to wear this and rest it.”

“Ah.” Asher put a hand to the left side of my face and tilted my chin upwards. He lowered his lips to mine and I smiled slightly. His lips met mine again and I felt my magic flare up within me. I closed my eyes. He pushed down harder into me and I groaned, opening up to him as I had done yesterday. I opened my mouth and he kissed me hard though he didn’t explore with his tongue, just kept his lips over mine. His hand crept around my waist and then suddenly his tongue was in my mouth.

“Mmm!” I groaned again, shocked. I could feel that, even in the kiss, Asher’s lips were smiling. I squeezed my eyes shut harder and pushed up into him, wrapping my arms around his neck to keep him against me.

I took a step forwards and Asher’s hand crept further around my waist until his arm was flat against my back. He tugged me forwards again and we were suddenly pressed flush against each other. It felt wonderful; pressed up against a hard strong body that was holding me tightly but still lovingly. The left side of my face ached, protested to the kiss but the rest of me wanted more. Warmth spread through my, tingling in every part of my body. My heart rate sped up and I pulled back slightly to gasp in air. No sooner had I pulled air into my lungs was my mouth dominated again.

I could feel myself becoming light headed and the warmth was turning into heat, becoming heavy in my stomach. I could feel something stirring and my magic was zinging through me. I pulled it into my arms to help me and pushed Asher away a little.

“Ah!” I gasped in air, lowering my forehead to Asher’s chest so he couldn’t kiss me again and stop me breathing. I wobbled and the arms around my held me still, Asher chuckled slightly. I pulled away and gave him a frown.

“Not funny. It’s your fault.” Asher just laughed again and stooped to kiss me once more. This kiss was gentle, he just lapped at my mouth. I pressed my tongue to his, it strange feeling another tongue against your own but it isn’t especially unpleasant. Excitement zapped up my spine and made me shiver. Asher made a noise, it sounded like he liked the reaction I gave him.

I called my magic up again, it came overly willingly. I threw it into Asher again and he pulled from the kiss growling, eyes shut in enjoyment. His teeth were together, I could see his fangs, but his lips were curved at the corners. He growled again in pleasure and I reluctantly pulled my magic back to me. No sooner had I done that did he kiss me again, hard.

Tongues clashed and he dominated my mouth easily. Accidentally I cut my tongue on his fang and he sucked on the wound. It was all I could do to hold on tight and offer a little resistance and participation. At last Asher pulled back and I let my forehead rest against his chin.

“You taste divine.” I laughed gently and rolled my head back to look at him.

“It’s the magic in my blood.” Asher grinned at me, his fangs on full view.

“I wasn’t talking about your blood. However, that tastes better than divine.” I shook my head with a smile, heat filled my cheeks and I know I blushed heavily at the comment. Asher smiled.

“When did you want to feed?” Asher dropped his smile slightly.

“Whenever it is convenient for you.” I smiled at him.

“I don’t mind. Where do you want me?”

“Hm.” Asher looked around the room and then back to me. He went to say something then paused. His eyes travelled over my face, I know he was looking at the bruise. I turned my face away so he couldn’t see it. “Ah ah ah. Now now, I want to see all of you. It’s only a bruise.”

He curled a finger under my chin and turned my head back around. I looked up at him. Hypocrite. I pushed my bad hand up to his hair and pushed it behind his ear. He made to drop his head forwards again and hide himself.

“Ah ah ah. Now now.” I repeated. “I want to see all of you. It’s only a scar.”

“It’s hideous.” He snarled. I tsked him and reached up to kiss his scarring.

“Not it isn’t.” He didn’t believe me. Why did he believe me last night and not today. “Can’t you accept that? You don’t have to walk around displaying if you don’t want to but in private, please let me see all of you?”

“As you wish, if you are not disgusted by it.” I smiled and shook my head, he kissed me lightly on the lips.

“Now, how do you want to feed?”

“Would you consent to me feeding from behind you?” I frowned, that was a new one. Blaise never fed from behind me.

“Um…”

“It would stop me from hurting your cheek.” Asher ran a hand ever so lightly over my bruised cheek. “I would not take advantage of my position, though if it would make you feel more at ease I can feed facing you.”

“No it’s okay.” I felt like I’d been put in a corner emotionally. “You can feed how you like. I trust you.”

“Then come, sit with me.” Asher took my hand and lead me over to the bed. He sat with his back against the headboard and opened his legs, bending them. “Come sit between my legs, put your back against my chest.”

I gave him a sceptical look but dutifully began to climb onto the bed. I kicked off my shoes first though then banished his shoes.

“No shoes on the furniture.” Asher laughed and tapped my side reminding me to turn around. I settled against him, pressed back into his chest. I put my arms on his legs, from where he bent them it was almost like he’d become an arm chair with his legs as the arm rests.

One of his arms wrapped around my waist and held me gently against him, not using his strength to keep me there so I could escape should I chose to. His other hand swept my hair from my shoulders and leaned down. His nose pressed against the skin on my neck and I took a deep breath. It would only hurt at first, I reminded myself. It wasn’t like feeding Blaise, Asher made it pleasurable. Blaise never meant to hurt me but he couldn’t help it.

“Is this okay mon petit magicien?”

“Yeah.” I breathed and felt Asher lick my neck. I tilted my head to the side more.

“Open your mind to me Harry,” He let the ‘r’s in my name vibrate of his tongue. It sent shivers down my spine. “Open your mind and let me roll you.”

Open my mind to him? Let down my shields?

“I don’t understand.” I whispered, his tongue gliding over the skin on my neck once more.

“Open your mind, let me take you and roll you in pleasure.” Open my mind to vampire mind tricks? Open my mind to Asher? Did I trust him enough for that, he was already asking a lot.

“I get enough from your bite; there can’t be more pleasure than from your power.” I whispered and Asher kissed my skin.

“There can. Let me roll you?” I grabbed his arm and gripped him tightly.

“I don’t think I can. Please…I don’t think I can. Just feed.” I twisted my head around and pulled my body away to try to see him properly. He allowed the movement and looked at me. The scars around one eye just pulled you to the bright blue depths. They weren’t hideous and they didn’t feel wrong at all. They were smooth, if a little like melted and reset candle wax. I pressed my lips to his. “Please, I don’t think I can.”

“Would you try another day for me?” I nodded and he smiled slightly. “Then I’ll just sink you in my power.”

I nodded again and turned my head away, barring my neck to him once more. He leaned down and covered my skin in kisses. His open mouth pressed against my skin, a cool and slippery touch. It sent tingles down my spine and I tried to stay still, not give into the shivers. A hard lick and then there was a slight jab of pain.

I felt power sweep in and catch me, throwing me into the deepest pool of pleasure I’ve ever known. I gasped in breath. It felt like I was trying to breath through suffocating heat. Pleasure bubbled up inside of me again and tried to push it’s way out. It was like a balloon inside of me being blown up too much. My chest heaved, a hot heaviness built up in my stomach again. The heaviness buzzed and lightning smashed through every nerve frying them and sending more pleasure to my brain.

“AH!” Pleasure burst out of me, breaking through and exploding from me into the room. The stars in front of my eyes could have been from the pleasure or from my magic which had launched itself out of me at the same moment the pleasure did. Did I have my eyes open? When did I close them?

“Ohh…” The heat ebbed slightly, the pleasure still humming and I could still feel Asher sucking gently on my neck. I raised a hand to his head and ran my fingers through his hair when the heat built up again.

“Oh Merlin!” I swore and the bubbling inside me began again. It bubbled like lava, building inside of my body before spilling out violently. I shuddered, my arms shaking, my stomach quivering. Heat pooled lower and lower, building and becoming hotter and hotter.

“Ooooh…” I whimpered and pushed back against Asher’s chest. His arm around my waist travelled across my stomach, his other hand holding my hip tightly. Against my back something hot was becoming harder and pressing against my lower back.

“Asher!” I jumped as Asher’s hand slid under my shirt and danced across my skin. The pleasure nearly exploded from me then. It raged and thrummed against the confines of my body but didn’t go. Asher’s hand pushed up further and touched my nipple.

“Ah!” Asher stopped sucking, giving licks to my neck. Hot lips kissed and sucked on my skin. His hand rubbed a circle around my nipple, then over it cutting the circle in half and started again. His other hand moved from my hip and across to my other one. Half way there he pressed down on me and the pleasure in my body crested. It barged out of me and I threw my head back, arching into it.

My back strained upwards, at a strange angle but the pleasure burst from me erasing my muscles’ protests. The front of my trousers became heavy and something dribbled over the insides of my boxers, tickling the skin.

“Uh.” I sagged against Asher, heaving in air like a starved man. What ever was hot and hard against my back was ebbing away now, becoming softer. Asher’s hand moved to my hip again but his hand that was under my shirt merely slid down to rest on my stomach. My muscles tensed slightly then relaxed, not having the energy to remain at attention.

“I healed your neck. Thank you, Mon Harry.” I turned my head sluggishly towards him, forcing my body to lean to the side so I could look at his face. Asher’s eyes were twinkling. Happiness popped inside of me, I’d made him happy. His lips were curved into a smile, his cheeks flushed and life was practically playing ping-pong in his eyes.

“You’re welcome.” He kissed me and I could taste my blood, not a taste I particularly enjoy. Still, if he liked it… “Mmm…”

“I’ve never had blood like yours before.”

“Mm.” I gave him a lazy smile, too tired to laugh right out. “I’m just special.”

“Oui.” He said, humour in his eyes.

“It was more intense that time. Last time was incredible but this time…”

“I noticed. We had better clean up.” I looked down, I couldn’t see because my jeans were so thick but I could feel something thick inside my boxers. If I had to hazard a guess it would be the same white stuff I wake up with sometimes in the morning, and the stuff I had inside my clothes the last time Asher fed. “Why does your bite make me come Asher?”

Asher laughed at me gently. “It did not just make you come. But it is just the power of the line I was sired from, it is a gift. Do you not like it?”

“Of course I do. I was just curious.” I pulled myself off him and threw myself into the sofa, lying on my back. I waved a hand over the front of my trousers, concentrating on cleaning the area off completely from damp, staining and thick white liquid. It vanished and I felt clean. I looked over at Asher who was watching me intently.

“How many times has that happened in your life, mon Harry?”

“How many times has what happened?” I waved to the front of his trousers. “Do you want me to clean you up?”

“How many times have you reached orgasm in your life? Roughly, how many times?” I considered it. I don’t know. I can’t remember ever feeling such an intense pleasure like Asher gave me.

“I’ve had a few wet dreams I suppose but nothing felt like what you gave me. Do you want me to…”

“Yes please.” I reached a hand out then waved it over Asher’s waistband, concentrating on clearing off any substance out of place. “Merci. Have you had sex before?”

“Merlin!” I gasped, jerking up to look at him. He was looking honestly interested and serious. Blood rushed to my face and I stammered with embarrassment. “No… ahem. No I haven’t. Blaise said everyone we met wasn’t good enough for me and I had too much going on in my life to bother trying to have sex.”

“Yet you know you are gay?”

“Well…that’s not entirely true…I prefer men but if I’m going to be loved I’ll take whatever form the love comes in. But as I said, Blaise said there was never anyone worthy of me and I never cared to disagree with him. Since he’s not here I have to make my own judgements.”

“I’m suitable then?”

“Mais oui.” I grinned, using something I’d hear Jean-Claude say often. I moved on the sofa and knee walked over to Asher. He watched me approach but didn’t do anything. “You’ve been kind, patient and you want me for me. You are handsome, strong and powerful and very capable of fighting your own battles, not making me fight them for you. Blaise would have liked you…but he can’t have you, ‘cus I’ve got you.”

“Hm.” Asher put his hands on my hips again and pulled me forwards more, the movement made me have to straddle one of his thighs. He kissed me deeply. I put my hands to on his shoulders but let one finger brush his lips sending magic to clean his mouth of my blood. He jerked.

“Sorry, I hate the taste of my blood. I’ve tasted it too often in my life. I want to taste you not me.” Asher accepted that and pulled me into another kiss. His taste surrounded me and I let myself drown in it.

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MORE NOTES: Well, I wasn't going to give you this chapter until I remembered it lead immediately on from the previous one. So, here you are. I hope you enjoyed it though you will have to wait a day or two for the next chapters.