How Severus Spends His Summer Hols

Severus looked up from his chess game with Max as the smells he recognized from home began to filter through the Wolffe house. His little husband had gotten up with Grant at nearly first light, and the two had gone to the market. Once they had returned everyone but Mother Wolffe was banned from the kitchen, as the two subs set about bringing a British Sunday dinner to the decidedly American table.

Damon had only grunted when Severus had explained some of the dishes, and Max looked skeptical. However, both men had decided that they would suffer through the meal for Harry's sake. Allie had been quiet the whole time, eyeing the other men in the room, since even she had been banned. Harry had wanted it to be a surprise for them all. The tall Potions Master stood and took a chance by opening the kitchen door, and sticking his face in the crack.

"Merlin, Harry is that what I think it is? It smells brilliant."

Harry turned to the door, and smiled. "It's supper, Husband. If you will go sit back down, I'll bring you tea, alright?" he asked, as he gently pushed the door closed once more.

The little wizard smiled at Grant, and quickly set about making up a tray to take out. The large teapot was steeping and there was several plates of small sandwiches; watercress, sour cream and cucumber, and plain butter, cut into triangles, and arranged nicely. There was also a plate of small cakes and scones, with clotted cream and jam to accompany it.

Harry picked up the laden tray, and Grant followed along with another carrying cups, napkins, cream, sugar, lemon, and spoons. Together they left the kitchen, and entered the living room, setting the trays down on the coffee table. Harry looked up at Severus and smiled shyly.

"Your tea, Husband," he said softly as he prepared a cup for him, and placed several small sandwiches on a napkin before serving them to his husband.

Severus reached out, and cupped Harry's face, stroking a thumb across his cheek. "Thank you, little one."

Severus sat back, and took the serviette and cup from his husband. Picking up a delicate sour cream and cucumber sandwich, he popped the whole thing in his mouth, humming in response. "Perfect, Harry. I am proud of you." Then, he picked up a butter sandwich, and held it out to his husband. "You are remembering to eat as well aren't you?"

Harry smiled as he took a nibble from a corner of the sandwich. "Yes, Husband. This is to your liking?" he asked softly, aware that the others were now poking about on the trays. He was hoping against hope that his new family would not be disappointed.

Grant looked at Damon's face, and shook his head. He quickly poured the man a cup of tea, and chose several sandwiches for him as well. "Damon, please nibble on this while we finish up the meal, alright?" he asked low enough that only his husband heard. The older submissive knew how much this meant to Harry.

Damon took the sandwiches from Grant, and shoved one into his mouth like he had seen Severus do. He chewed for a moment then grinned. "Mmm bread, butter, and potato. Give me another one of those." He took a sip of the dark brew, then nodded as well, and looked at Harry.

"Nice job, Bit," Damon said, as he shoved another of the little sandwiches in his mouth.

Severus chuckled and shook his head. "You did well, Pet," he whispered, and then looked over at Max who was spreading jam on a scone.

"Here baby, have something to snack on, I know you must be hungry," he said, offering half of the scone to Allie before biting into the other half. "It’s like a biscuit of sorts. They’re good, Harry."

Max grabbed another, and hesitated before trying the clotted cream as well. Allie took the flaky bread, and looked at the jam, before picking off a little piece that hadn't been slathered with the sweetened fruit. She nodded. "Good, Harry."

He smiled happily, and pressed a kiss to the palm of Severus' hand. "This boy will go, and finish preparing your meal, Husband," he said softly, and rose back to his feet. Harry backed away as he watched the others eat what he'd prepared, and then turned to go back into the kitchen.

Grant smiled at his husband, and leaned down to kiss his cheek. "Thank you for being nice," he whispered in his ear before he left to follow Harry.

Damon looked at Severus, and smiled. "I wasn't just being nice," he said, as he put the vegetable sandwiches to the side, and went digging for the butter ones again. "These little bits of cholesterol on bread are good."

He popped another one into his mouth, and sipped his tea before reaching across the table to pick up a scone. "We need to have 'tea' more often."

Severus shook his head at him, and looked at Allie. "Try the sour cream and cucumber, Allie. They are light."

Allie shook her head and handed the scone back to Max. "That's alright. I don't want to spoil my supper." She fixed a cup of tea and added a lemon to the brew before sipping, and then making a face. "Don't see what’s wrong with iced tea."

Allie placed the cup on the saucer, and sat back in the couch sighing, and rubbed her hand across her stomach.

Grant glanced at the pregnant witch for a moment, and nodded. "I'll get you a glass, Allie," he said, and picked up her cup to take back to the kitchen.

He was worried about her, she just didn't seem like she was feeling well these days. Grant smiled when he remembered Damon's remark, he should have known the man would hone in on the butter like a bee to honey. Once in the kitchen, he poured a glass of ice tea, and answered Harry's curious look.

"It's for Allie, I don't think she's feeling well today. Damon is out there going through the sandwiches faster than the other two," he laughed, and took the tea back out to the little witch.

Mother Wolffe looked at Harry in amusement. "Who would have thought that all I had to do to get that boy to eat his vegetables was to put them on a butter sandwich? I tried for years to get him to eat something besides corn and green beans," she laughed.

Allie looked up at Grant as he came back, and smiled weakly. "Thanks, Grant." She took a sip of the tea, and then made a face. "I don't think it's you or Harry, Grant. Nothing tastes right."

She sat the glass down on the table, and picked at her robe. "I get like this in the later stages." She cut her eyes to the other men devouring the scones and sandwiches, and shook her head. "You go on back to the kitchen. If you'll give me the dishes, I'll set the table. I need to get away from the testosterone."

Allie sat forward awkwardly, slapping at Max's hand when he moved to help her up from the low sofa, and she looked at Grant expectantly. Max shook his head, and picked up his tea instead as his wife struggled to get to her feet. If she wanted to wallow about like a walrus, then so be it. He turned his attention back to the chess game he was playing, and moved his rook out of danger from Sev's knight.

Grant offered Allie a hand up; he hadn't missed her tetchiness either. “Thank you, Allie. That would be a help if you don’t mind. We are going to use the good service in the china cabinet in the dining room. The tableware is in the top drawer, and the linens in the drawer next to it."

Allie pushed Grant's hand away as well, and raised an eyebrow. "Oh the good service... well... wow. I'll be certain to be extra careful while I am setting the places." She finally got to her feet, turned, and made her way to the dining room, muttering softly. "Well, la ti da! Fancy snacks and fancy plates."

His mouth set in a thin line, Grant glanced at Damon, and he was less than amused by the girl's behaviour. Grant smiled once at his husband, and left for the kitchen. Max merely shook his head as he heard his wife's muttering.

"I'm sorry Damon, Severus. She's just not feeling well. I should have just let her stay at home," he said with a sigh, and prayed the woman wouldn't take it out on Grant's china.

Damon shook his head, and grunted. "Should have," he muttered, and turned back to the plate to grab another scone. "Hopefully she'll straighten out soon enough. I don't remember her being this bad with Sarah."

The conversation dissolved into the past, informing Severus of some of the things he might have to look forward to in Harry's pregnancy. A couple of hours later, Harry's voice called them to the dining room where he had laid out all the dishes for their Sunday supper. The roast beef sat waiting on someone to carve it, surrounded by steaming roasted potatoes and parsnips. Tureens of Brussels sprouts and green beans sat along side one gravy boat filled with a thick bread sauce, and a second one with rich brown gravy. Hot fresh homemade bread loaves filled a basket, and a small pot of horseradish sat next to that. Lastly, a bowl of mushy peas with large chunks of ham hock completed the spread.

Severus grinned as he recognized his favourite foods, and he pulled Harry into his arms, and squeezed him tightly. "Harry, it looks wonderful," he said as he pulled out the chair for his husband.

"Thank you, Husband," Harry said quietly, and watched the reactions from the other people from beneath lowered lashes. "I made several of your favourites." He nodded to the tureen of mushies and glanced up at his mate. The butter was melting nicely in the rich green vegetable and chunks of ham.

Max held a chair out for Allie, and sighed when she sat down with a look of disgust on her face. "The meal looks wonderful, Harry. You and Grant outdid yourselves," he said smiling at both men, and then turned to Mother Wolffe. "And I am sure you kept them in line Marion."

Grant gracefully slid into the seat Damon held out for him after his husband seated his mother. "Damon, I am not going to say a word about your diet this evening. I want you to eat and enjoy," he murmured as the older man scooted him into the table before turning to pour the bottle of red wine that had been breathing on the sideboard.

Damon raised an eyebrow, and looked at Harry. "What did you do to him?" He grinned at the little sub. "You get to cook more often if that's the new rule."

He grabbed the carving knife and serving fork then looked to Harry. "Is it alright to carve, Harry?" he asked once everyone had been seated.

Harry looked up at his husband who nodded back. "Yes, Damon, thank you," he said softly, smiling as Severus took his hand under the table.

He'd cooked the beef so that it was medium rare, and was rewarded as the blade revealed the juicy pink meat beneath the rich brown surface. Harry looked over the table, and realized something was missing.

"Excuse me a moment please, I forgot to place the pudding on the table," he said as he slipped out of his seat, and scurried for the kitchen. He returned a moment later with the piping hot Yorkshire pudding, still steaming from the oven, the crust golden brown and sizzling in the beef drippings.

Harry set the dish on the trivet that had been set out for it, and then returned to his seat. "I didn't want you to have your beef without the pudding, sir."

Damon hummed as he sliced into the meat. "Oh, Harry, this looks perfect. You and Grant did a really good job."

Other nods of agreement sounded from around the table except from one person. Allie wrinkled her nose; she couldn't hold her tongue any longer. "What kind of pudding is that? And what is that green stuff?"

She looked up to watch as a piece of the pink, slightly bloody, roast fell from the knife, and she turned her face. "Gods, people, it's not even done. How in the hell can we eat it?" Allie turned green, and stood up. "I am not staying for this. Max, take me home... sir. Now."

Max looked at his wife and submissive as she stood over him. He'd had enough of her that day. "Sit down, girl. Harry and Grant worked damned hard on this meal, and you are at least going to sit here with your mouth shut while I enjoy it," he said firmly, and nodded to her chair. "You do not have to eat, but you will sit."

Harry looked down at his plate, and sighed quietly. He knew he should have just kept the idea of cooking dinner for everyone to himself. Grant looked at Allie, his contempt barely hidden on his face. He could tell how badly her actions had hurt someone that she called a friend.

Allie narrowed her eyes at her husband. "I will not, you pompous asshole." She picked up her plate, and flung it at Max's head. She missed, but just barely, and it crashed loudly against the wall. "I will not sit here, and watch you enjoy this... this sick family, and a Death Eater's hospitality. And you can go to fucking Charleston without me. I couldn't give a damn if they stay in this fucking country or not!"

Allie turned, and stormed out of the room, the front door slamming behind her. From beyond the door, the sound of a car starting could be heard, and the engine raced before a spray of gravel rattled against the house, and then silence descended on the room.

"What a fucking twat," Harry said softly as he stood, and moved around to start to pick up the pieces of the broken plate. He shook his head as he knelt down. Grant had told him that this set had been given to him and Damon by Damon's commanding officer as a wedding gift.

Grant sat there open mouthed, unable to comprehend what had just happened in his home. How dare that woman say such horrid things? He realized then that one of his precious pieces of china had been destroyed. Max sat in stony silence as Severus and Damon looked at him. For all the world he wished the earth would open up and swallow him whole.

Standing, he bent down next to Harry, shooing the little sub away from the mess. He repaired the plate with his wand but it still didn't look quite right, and the big healer shook his head.

"I apologize for her to you Marion, Grant, Damon, Harry and Sev. She's been having wild influxes of hormones that make her act out like this."

Max stood, avoiding their eyes as he placed the plate on the table, thankful his parents had taken Sarah for the week to go to Disneyland, and to visit with them in their Anaheim home.

"I should have listened to her when she said she wasn't up for company," he said softly, and then finally looked up at them, begging them silently to carry on. "I'll replace the whole service, Grant."

Grant wound his napkin in his hands under the table for a moment. "Don't worry about it, Max, it's simply a plate, nothing important," he said softly, and nodded to Damon. "Let her cool off for awhile."

Harry gave him a hug, and went to sit back beside his husband who was still speechless. The tall Potions Master decided immediately to write Max a draft to cover the bond he and Allie had put up. The last thing he wanted was the small witch blathering on about having to sponsor him and Harry.

"Thank you, Harry," Max finally said, shaking his head as he took up the bowl of mushy peas. "No, Grant, I insist. She's never broken something of someone else's before, and I know how important the set is to you and Damon."

Passing the bowl to Severus, he realized that he couldn’t look the other man in the eye as he continued. "She's just a little out of sorts. Remember when she was pregnant with Sarah, and she threw the Diet Coke suitcase at me? She calmed down after the baby was born, and she'll do it again, I know," he said firmly, and looked up at the other men. "Now how do you eat this pudding with the beef? I want the full British experience."

He smiled broadly as if the matter were closed, and they had moved on. Severus nodded as he spooned the vegetable onto Harry's plate, and then his own.

"I remember," he said as he passed the food to Damon next, not feeling much like speaking at the moment.

Harry licked his lips, and looked from Severus to Max. "It's not a sweet pudding, sir. Just spoon out a bit, and ladle gravy over it," he explained as the big red head followed his instructions. "I apologize if it is not very good."

Grant let Damon serve him, and waited until he'd served his mother and then himself, watching the man to see his reaction. Damon didn't say a word; he was too angry with the woman for acting like a militant bitch. He hadn't approved of her the last time she had gotten out of control, and he sure as hell didn't appreciate it in his own home, in front of his husband and family. The little bitch didn't deserve to have Max apologise for her. She needed a swift kick in the ass to straighten her out, pregnant or not.

"Harry, I am certain it will be fine," Damon said tersely, even as he followed Harry’s instructions. "It all looks and smells wonderful," he continued as he looked around the table. "Well, eat up before it gets cold." He stabbed some green beans and forked them into his mouth.

Marion stared at them for a moment, then cut in to her roast beef. "Max, honey, I think Allie just needs some time with her man. She needs to be treated properly in the bedroom. But then again, sometimes when a woman gets like that, well, even a good lay can't fix things." She bit into the roast beef, and then sipped her wine. "I swear, Harry, that is the best roast I have had in a long time." She cut off another piece and then hummed in delight.

Grant nearly choked on his food as he heard his mother-in-law's words, and Severus had to turn his head to hide his silent laughter. Max only shook his head, and then looked to his meal.

"I do apologize for her behaviour. If you wish, I'll go as well," he said as he looked across the table at Damon. He could tell what the older man thought of the woman's behaviour, and truth be told, he was close to putting Allie over his knee.

Damon grunted. "Don't move, and eat your dinner. We got business to take care of tomorrow, and you need to eat. Let that bitch fend for herself." He looked up at Max, meeting his blue eyes, as he continued to stab things on his plate, and eat. "No more about it tonight."

He speared a Brussel sprout, and put it in his mouth, chewing for a moment. "Ah hell! Grant, did you put those nasty things on my plate?" Damon grabbed his glass of wine, and drank deeply.

Grant smirked as he forked a sprout into his own mouth. "No, Damon, your mother did," he said sweetly as he raised his own glass to his lips.

Damon smiled sweetly at his mother, shook his head, and then pushed the sprouts to the side. "I am a grown man now, Mama, I think I can decide on what foods to eat. Besides, Grant said I didn't have to follow my diet." He stabbed the roast beef, and shoved a whole slice in his mouth.

Marion smiled warmly, and buttered a slice of fresh bread before wrapping it around a Brussels sprout, and handing it to him. "It worked with the other vegetables, it might work with this," she chuckled.

Grant just shook his head, and continued to eat, smiling sadly as he watched Max gamely cut up his food. He could tell the big man felt out of place. "No one is upset with you, Max," he said as he reached over, and patted the man's hand. "Enjoy the meal Harry made for us."

Harry ate a few bites of beef, a portion of potato, and a bite of the pudding before he pushed his plate away. "May I be excused, Husband?" he asked softly, his appetite gone now after the disruption a few moments before.

The smile that had been on Severus’ face was replaced with a look of concern as he looked down at his husband. Leaning in closer, he pressed a kiss to the younger man's face. "Are you alright Harry? Did you get enough to eat?"

Harry just shook his head, and sighed. "I'm not hungry any more, Sir."

Max looked up, and smiled gently at Grant, then turned to his best friend. "Don't force him on my account, Sev." He pushed his plate away. "Harry, is there dessert? If you don't want any then I'll take your portion. This was delicious, but I think I'll be a bit naughty, and have the sweets without finishing my supper." He grinned at the small sub, and then looked down at Damon and Grant. "Anyone want to join me?"

Harry nodded, and looked at Max. "Yes, sir, I'll get it." He slipped out of his seat, and picked up Max's nearly full plate before moving around the table to begin clearing everyone else’s. Maybe the dogs would eat the meat, and the chickens the rest of it.

Max grabbed Harry's arm, and looked up into the green eyes, then over to Sev. "Harry, I am so sorry." He grabbed the little sub, pulled him into his lap, and wrapped his arms around the disappointed young man. "Please don't let Allie send you into a tailspin. I know you worked really hard on this supper for us all."

The stress of dealing with his wife, and all that had happened over the past few weeks, came crashing down on the healer all at once. He took a deep breath, and held on to the small sub. "She didn't mean anything by it, Harry, honest."

Max reached up, and stroked Harry's dark hair. Meeting his eyes, he silently asked for Harry to be alright, and for forgiveness he knew he didn't deserve. Harry looked uncertain for a moment, and then leaned in and let the big man simply hug him close.

"I'm sorry, too," he said softly. "I hope she feels better soon." The little wizard looked over the table to see if anyone else was eating, and then turned to look back at Max.

"I made a trifle and a cake for afters. Which would you like? And would anyone else like for me to take their plate?" he asked as he returned the smile his husband had given him, and just let the big man hold onto him.

Max swallowed, and sighed. He squeezed Harry tighter for a moment, then let go of the sub. "I don't care, Bit. Both of them."

Damon pulled the plate closer to him, and shook his head. "Grant said I could eat it all, and you aren't taking it away from me."

Taking the buttered bread from his mother, he dumped out the Brussel sprout, and took a bite out of the soft bread. "You all have dessert now if you want. I want the food first then I'll get cake, and whatever the trifle thingy is."

Grant looked at Damon, and nearly laughed. "Will you bite if I reach out, and touch your plate?" he teased as he ate the last bit of his beef and pudding, and then passed his plate to his husband for more.

Damon nodded. "You, I might. Harry I'll just nibble on." He grinned then began loading up Grant's plate again.

"I'm not ready for dessert just yet, Harry, and it doesn't look like anyone else is either," Grant said with a smile as the plate was passed back to him.
Harry nodded, and slipped from Max's lap. "I'll be right back with your dessert," he said as he left the dining room, and came back a few moments later with a plate bearing a rich slice of chocolate cake, and a serving of peach trifle. He set it in front of the Healer, and then slipped back into his seat next to Severus, his appetite apparently returning as he reached for his plate, and finished his meat and vegetables.

Max stared at the dessert plate, and nodded. "Thanks, Harry," he said, picking up his fork, and digging into the cake first, wanting the feel good properties of the chocolate to work their magic on him.

"I am glad to see you eating, My Own," Severus commented lowly as he watched his husband finish up the rest of his supper.

Grant looked at Severus, who had a look of content happiness on his face as he ate. "So this is how you eat at that fancy school?"

Severus swallowed the beef he had in his mouth, and then took a sip of his wine. "This is some of the foods we would eat at Hogwarts. The students use magic for everything there, and so large quantities of fuel are needed. At Hogwarts, there would have most likely been roast pork and turkey, as well as roasted chicken, plus a few more vegs." He sighed. "Flagons of Pumpkin juice, and milk, then once that was done, the tables would clear, and then the desserts would appear."

Everyone looked up as the sound of a belch ripped across the table. Mother Wolffe delicately daubed her lips with her napkin before tucking back into her food without missing a beat. Harry tried desperately not to laugh, and ended up grinning up at Severus.

"The Pumpkin juice is what I seem to miss the most, and can't seem to find here," Harry said as he sipped his glass of ginger ale, and then began to spoon up his peas. He wasn't going to let Allie ruin what he'd worked so hard on.

Max nodded, and ate his dessert as the conversations started back up around him. He'd find a way to replace Grant's dishes that he knew were older than himself, and to get Harry some of the Pumpkin juice he was longing for to make up for Allie's behaviour. Just another month or so, and things would settle down.

After dessert, Mother Wolffe retired to her room to read her book, and Max went as well to the pull out couch in Grant's office. After a bit of television, Damon volunteered to wash up the dishes nearly sending Grant into fits, and the Indian followed his husband into the kitchen to make certain no more of his precious china was damaged.

Severus turned to Harry and smiled at the younger man. "That was a most excellent meal, My Harry. I am very proud of you."

"Thank you, Husband. I am happy that it pleased you," he said and smiled shyly. "Would you like me to bring you a drink to relax?" He turned on the sofa to look at his husband, and blushed as he saw the contented look on his face.

Severus shook his head. "I am quite happy to just sit here with you for a while." He pulled the younger man into his lap with Harry's back against his chest, lifting Harry’s tee shirt over his stomach, and pressing a hand to the stretched skin.

"Good evening, little Reganne. Did you get enough to eat?" he asked as he rubbed Harry's stomach, and nibbled on his neck. "Did you get enough to eat tonight, little one?"

Harry leaned back, and rested his head on Severus' shoulder, closing his eyes as his husband rubbed over his belly, and spoke softly to their child. He nodded when he was asked, and shifted his weight to get more comfortable.

"I'm getting fat," he murmured and then laughed. It was true, he was gaining weight all over; his face, his belly, his bottom, his thighs, but he looked healthy and happy now. "Did you, Husband?" he asked as he rubbed Severus' thigh with one hand.

Severus hummed. "You aren't getting fat, Harry. For the first time I think you might actually be at a proper weight for your stature." He leaned his head back, and pressed a kiss to the younger man's forehead. "It looks good on you, and I'll hope you'll keep some of the weight after the baby." He moved his hands down Harry's belly, and began to rub and massage his thighs.

Harry purred as he got more comfortable. "That feels so good," he murmured, and reached up behind him to lock his hands around the back of Severus' neck, and stretch once more. "I like the fact I don't look like I'm going to break. I get the feeling you were afraid you'd break me a few times." He squirmed around and stopped as he felt the growing bulge in Severus' jeans.

Severus nodded, and ran his hands back up Harry's body. "I've always had to be careful, Harry. I took more precautions with you, it's true." He groaned softly as Harry stopped squirming then turned his face to nuzzle the soft rat's nest hair, and breathe in the scent of his husband. "I am glad you are enjoying this my Harry because I am as well."

Severus nibbled on Harry's neck, and down to his shoulder. "I wish... I wish I could show you what that does to me," Harry breathed as his back arched, and he pushed back against Severus' groin. He was frustrated once more by his body's failure to respond normally to stimulation.

Harry hissed as Severus ran one hand down over his chest, and teased a nipple. Severus chuckled. "Harry, you are showing me what it does to you. The other shall return soon enough."

"Do you think maybe we could tonight?"

He grinned against Harry's neck, and licked up the long column of tanned flesh. "We could what, My Own? You'll have to tell me what you want. I am feeling a little sluggish from all that good food." He ran his hand over the little sub's crotch, knowing exactly what Harry meant. "Whisper it to me, Harry. Tell me exactly what you would like to do tonight."

Severus nipped Harry's ear lobe, and then pulled it into his mouth, suckling gently on the soft skin. Sucking in a deep, shuddering breath, Harry shivered, and turned so that his mouth was pressed to the other man's ear.

"I want to come with your prick buried so deep inside of me that you can feel my heart beating against it," he whispered, and licked the outer shell of Sev's ear, and moaned softly for him.

Severus hissed, and lifted Harry to his feet, then swatted his bottom. "Go... upstairs now." He stood and pulled down on his jeans, adjusting himself so he could walk. "Damon, Grant we're going to bed."

He turned Harry towards the stairs, not bothering to wait for an answer from the older couple. Harry hurried up the steps, and once in the bedroom, he knelt beside their bed. He'd not been told to remove his clothes, so he knelt there in his shorts and tee shirt, waiting for the other man. He really wished he'd remembered a gag; he was going to have a hard time staying quiet.

Severus ran downstairs to the basement, and dug through one of Damon and Grant's toy cabinets. Finding what he was looking for, he grinned and raced up the basement stairs, then barreled up the next set to find Harry on the floor next to their borrowed bed. He took a deep breath to calm himself, and looked down at his little husband, and held out a hand to help him up off the floor.

"My angel, I want you to strip for me... slowly."

Harry smiled, and pushed his shorts down over his widened hips, letting his tee shirt fall down to mid thigh as the denim slid down his tanned legs, and fell to a puddle of material on the floor. He ran one hand up under his shirt, and teased his nipples while the other one moved between his legs, and rubbed his wetness with eager fingers.

Harry opened one green eye, and watched Severus sitting on the bed with a rapt expression on his face. With a soft moaning sigh, Harry began to tug the hem of the shirt up, exposing his swollen belly and peaked nipples to his husband.

"Like this?" he whispered as the shirt was pulled over his head, and dropped to the floor, leaving him nude in the soft lamplight.

Severus groaned, and rubbed his hand over the bulge in his jeans as he watched Harry's clothing fall to the floor, and the sub's most delicious body be revealed. The slender form had begun filling in more and more since they had been in the States, and while Severus was slightly saddened to see the washboard stomach disappear, he was heartily grateful for the reason. His Harry was brilliant normally, but pregnant he was absolutely magnificent.

"Perfect, My Harry," he whispered in return. He slowly stood, and walked to the younger man. "Now, help me get rid of these clothes as well."

He bent, and captured Harry's mouth, delving deep in the warm cavern, and tasting the supper, and his Harry. He moaned, and pulled the little sub close to him, hands running down the scarred flesh, caressing him softly. Nimble fingers soon had Severus' belt unbuckled, and his jeans undone, and being tugged slowly down his lean hips.

Harry pressed close to him, doing his best to undress his husband, and not break the kiss he was sharing. Harry's hands found the large, throbbing cock, and he whimpered low in his throat, feeling his cozy give a twitch as well.

"Want you," he whispered, as he pulled away long enough to begin unbuttoning the long sleeve shirt Severus was wearing, and push it over his broad shoulders. "Want you so bad."

Harry soon had his former professor stripped, and was rubbing up against him like a cat in heat, moaning and whimpering as he knelt to lick over the shiny head of Sev's prick as it peeked from its foreskin. Severus moaned, and his back arched as Harry took him in his mouth, pushing himself deeper into the hot, wet mouth. He put a hand out and tangled his fingers in the dark locks and tugged gently on them.

"Merlin, Harry, that feels so good," he hissed. "Need you."

Obediently, Harry rose and got on the bed on all fours, his bottom raised in the air, and his thighs spread invitingly. "For you, Husband," he purred as he ran a hand between his legs, and parted his cozy for the man if that was his pleasure for the night.

Severus turned, and looked at his husband as he sprawled out on the bed. "Abso-fucking-lutely perfect," he drawled, and moved to the bed to join Harry.

He scooped up the phial he had retrieved last night, and poured some of the silky, slick liquid out on to his fingers. He ran a hand down Harry's back, and then spread the lube on to Harry's puckered entrance, circling the hole before slipping one long finger inside of him. Harry panted and pushed back.

"Yes! Oh fuck! Husband, please," he moaned, and started to rock on his hands and knees, tilting his bottom up to give the other man better access. "Fuck me, Husband," he begged as he looked back over his shoulder at Severus.

Severus chuckled, and knew he had grabbed the correct toy from the basement. "All in good time, My Harry."

He pulled his fingers from Harry, and bent to retrieve the small ball gag he took from the basement. "Watch, My Own." He strode over to the door, and locked it manually. "No one but us, Harry."

Severus returned to the bed, and bent over the smaller man pulling him up into a kiss then held the gag for him. Harry smiled when he saw the gag, and opened his mouth wide to allow his husband to fit the small rubber ball between his lips. He moaned, and smiled around the ball as he heard the muffled sounds he made, his eyes half closed as he turned back around, and presented himself once more to the other man. Now he could scream all he wanted.

Severus grinned at his husband, then buckled the gag around his head. He picked up his wand one more time and conjured a small string of bells then held it out to his submissive, meeting the lust glazed green eyes.

"Throw the bells to the floor if you need to safe, My Harry. Blink once if you understand me."

Harry blinked, and then reached out to trail his fingers over Severus' chest, pausing only to tease the man's nipples and smirk around the gag as his husband hissed in pleasure. Harry turned and resumed his position on his hands and knees, his head up and his arse wriggling enticingly. Merlin, he wanted it. He couldn't help it; he was horny all the time now. Poor Severus was being attacked on a regular basis if Harry could catch him with his hands free for a few moments.

The younger wizard blushed, and moaned throatily behind his gag as he remembered the morning Severus had presented him with a selection of toys to play with to scratch his itch. Severus reached down, and rubbed Harry's hair, then moved behind him once again to thrust two fingers into the tight opening. He bent over the other man, and kissed the back of Harry's neck, trailing his tongue along Harry's muscles, and down the slender frame as he worked his fingers in and out of the smaller man.

"Going to fuck you, My Harry. Take you like I have wanted to for a long time. Slam into you, rock you, and watch you ride my cock like you were meant to."

Harry nodded frantically, his nerves singing as he rocked on the long fingers. 'Yes! Take me hard!' he cried out in his mind, grunting and mewling behind the gag, his lips and chin already shiny with saliva. One hand stole back between his legs and pulled at his flaccid prick, trying to will it to hardness, his cozy getting wetter as he was played with.

Harry spread his legs more, and pushed back, offering, begging, pleading silently to have his Husband's prick slam into him. Severus pulled his fingers from Harry, and took the lube, pouring a generous amount on himself, and slowly stroking it in.

"Alright, My Harry, remember to use the safe if you need it."

He lined himself up, and slowly pressed into the tight entrance, hissing as Harry's muscles gripped his cock trying to pull him in faster than he wanted to go. He placed a hand on Harry's hips to stop Harry from hurting himself, and slowly eased in some more.

Harry mewled and breathed heavily through his nose, his thighs shaking with the effort to not slam himself back onto Severus, even though the burn was great, and he was breaking out in a sweat, he didn't care. He wriggled his hips and pushed back, groaning loudly as Sev's cock went deeper into him. He willed himself to relax, and dropped his forehead to the bed, one hand pulling at his limp cock again. Severus poured more lubrication on his prick, and rubbed on Harry as he pushed into him.

Once fully seated inside his husband, he held still and rubbed Harry's back. He reached up, and rubbed the thin layer of moisture from his brow, and then took a deep breath.

"Alright My Harry?" he asked as he eased out of Harry just a small bit then pushed back in, lying over the other man to press a kiss to his sweaty back.

Harry growled low in his throat, his lips working around the ball gag. Merlin, he needed this so badly. He reached back with the hand not holding the strand of bells, and grasped one of his husband's hands, and bringing it around him to grasp his belly. Harry closed his eyes for a moment, and just concentrated on what he was feeling; he was stretched open around Severus' thick prick, he fancied that he could feel its heat and its throbbing deep inside his arse.

Nodding his head to his husband to let him know he was ready, he began to rock on his hands and knees with Sev's hand still on his belly. Severus groaned, and stood up some. He thrust against the smaller man, pulled out and pushed in hard. "My Harry..."

Grabbing Harry's hip with his other hand, he leaned over again, and shoved into the smaller man. "Gonna fuck you, my angel." He pulled out once more, and thrust back in hard. "Merlin... so tight."

Squeezing Harry's hip tighter, Severus began to pull the other man back and forth on his cock, being careful not to squeeze too hard on the round belly. Harry moaned, and made all sorts of garbled cries from behind the gag. Begging to be ridden harder, faster, to be used. He rose up to where he was kneeling, and resting his back against Severus' chest, one hand pulling at his limp flesh while the other tweaked his nipples.

The breath of the other man hot on his cheek and shoulder, was getting him hotter and his cozy wetter; Harry clenched his channel around Severus tightly and howled in pleasure, the sound muffled by the gag.

"Ahh." Severus bit down on his lip as Harry's muscles clamped down on him, and he began to pound into the other man, losing himself in the sensations. He rubbed Harry's stomach, then eased his thrusting to push Harry forward some to where he could climb up on the bed.

Kneeling between Harry's legs, Severus moved his hand from the rounded belly, and grabbed Harry's other hip. "Want to pound you so fucking hard..." he panted in Harry's ear. "Just come… don't wait on permission. Come... when you need to... want to feel you clenching hard and tight around me. "

He pulled most of the way out and slammed into his husband, setting a punishing rhythm. Harry fell forward again, this time grabbing the headboard, and holding himself up with one hand. His other hand was rubbing and pulling at his small prick, his fingers slippery with precome. It felt so good, and he begged his Dom for more as he arched his back, and presented himself at a better angle to Severus, clenching tight and releasing his prick in a rhythmic pattern.

His eyes were wide open and unseeing as he felt the familiar ache in his sac even without the erection; he knew he was going to spill. Harry screamed behind the gag, shoving himself back onto Sev, and rocking his hips as he spilled over his fingers, and down his thighs.

Severus shoved into Harry once, twice, and then a third time, and let go just after Harry's release, filling the younger man. He panted heavily and rolled them on to their sides. Wrapping his arms around Harry, he rubbed on his chest and tummy, then reached up and took the gag off the younger man.

"Merlin, My Harry." Severus squeezed the younger man to him, pressing his face into Harry's shoulder, and laying kisses on the tanned skin. He shuddered out a breath trying to calm himself.

"Are you alright?" he asked softly.

"Not done yet," Harry gasped out as his chest heaved, and he reached for Severus' hand, pushing it down to rest between his legs.

He still felt hot and swollen in his cozy. Severus groaned, and eased out of his husband then rolled him onto his back. He moved between Harry's legs, and licked up the semen cooling on his thighs, then ran his tongue up to the cozy little place.

Severus nuzzled Harry's bollocks, lifting them out of the way as he lapped at the little clit. He sucked the tiny nub into his mouth, and reached up to slide two fingers into the dripping slit. Crooking his fingers up, he massaged the spongy knot just inside the warm slick hole. It didn't take but a few moments, and Harry came again with only a tensing of his muscles, and a soft sigh as his legs trembled.

"Thank you, Husband," he murmured as he raised a hand to wipe his mouth and chin dry. He smiled as he got up, and slowly made his way across the hall to the bathroom to fetch a flannel to clean them up.

"Anytime, My Harry," Severus chuckled, and crashed face first into the bed, groaning softly. He rolled onto his back and watched his little husband leave their room. He propped himself up on the pillows, laying sprawled across the bed, exhausted, a small smile gracing his face as he closed his midnight eyes.

As Harry was coming out of the bathroom, the door to Grant's office opened, and Max poked his head out. The small wizard quickly retreated back into the bathroom, and wrapped a towel around his waist before venturing out once more. He was blushing a deep red by the time he slipped back into the bedroom, and shut the door.

Max shook his head, and closed the door. He missed Allie something terrible, even if she had been awful tonight. The pull out sofa was lonely, and he had been tempted to ask Severus if he minded them all sleeping in one big puppy pile, but he didn't know how Harry would have taken that. It wouldn't have been the first time they had shared a bed or partners.

This time, however, Max just wanted someone to hold and take comfort from. He didn't want Severus or Harry sexually, just the comfort provided by friends. But after seeing Harry's state of dress, or lack thereof, he knew he couldn't. He climbed back into the sofa bed and sighed, pulling the other pillow to him, and curling around it.

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Severus opened his eyes as Harry came back into their room, and raised an eyebrow. "Everything alright, My Own?"

Harry knelt beside the bed, and began to wipe Severus clean before he spoke. "Max looks so sad and lost Sev," he said softly as he looked up at him. "Do you think he needs to talk or something?"

The small wizard quickly cleaned himself up, and pulled on a long nightshirt before handing Severus his pajamas. "Do you think he's alright?"

Severus frowned as he stood to pull on the sleep pants. "It's possible, Harry. It's been a while since he's had to sleep alone. Not to mention the fact that Allie embarrassed not only herself tonight, but him as well." He shook his head, and got back into the bed, casting a cleaning spell over the damp blankets, then held them up for his husband.

He thought about Harry's second question for a moment before answering. "I honestly don't know if he's alright. The spat you saw on the way to Sturgis was normally how they work. However, the last time Allie was pregnant, she was very hard on him as well. She seems to turn into a hellcat, then it will blow over, and she'll apologize. He'll forgive her, because he loves her that much." Severus shrugged, and looked down at Harry.

"I don't think it's anything serious, but it was traumatic to all of us involved. She cursed him up one side, and down the other, while Sarah was being born. Then she cried, and apologized afterwards. So, I suspect the same will happen again, and it will be all right in the end. Would you like me to go and check on him?"

Harry slipped under the blanket, and rested one hand on his husband's cheek. "Would you please, Severus? He just looked so sad. I'm worried about him," he said softly, and bit his lower lip.

Severus nodded, and pressed a kiss to Harry's forehead right over the faded famous scar. Slipping out of the bed, he started for the door before turning back around. "Harry, I must ask you a question. If I were to bring Max back in here, would you be adverse to him staying with us?"

He and Max had shared beds many times, and the more he thought about it, the more he realized that this would be a way for him to repay the comforting strength Max had shown when they had disposed of Orion's gifts. Harry looked at Severus for a moment, and looked down.

"Shall I undress now, Sir, or wait until he's here?" he asked softly. Severus had never brought another to their bed, but he always knew that it was a possibility he would one day do so. At least it was Max. Harry thought he'd be kind. He didn't understand the concept of just sleeping in the same bed for comfort.

Severus frowned, and walked back over to the other man. "No, Harry. I think you misunderstood," he said, as he sat on the edge of the bed and pulled his husband into his lap. "I'll not share you with Max, Harry, have no fear of that."

He sighed, and stroked Harry's hair, tipping up the small face to meet the worried green eyes. "If Max were to join us, it would just be to sleep. Have you never crawled into bed with Ron and Hermione, or perhaps with Molly when you stayed with them over the Hols, when I came here without you?"

Harry shook his head. Everyone at the Burrow had been too nervous to try to get that close to him, but while he'd been a student, there had been times Ron had crawled into his bed to comfort him, he remembered that now.

He looked up at Severus once more. "Just to sleep?" he asked softly.

Severus nodded. "Just to sleep. I believe Max calls it one big puppy pile. Does that help? Like when Bezoar and Asphodel curl up with us under the blankets at the house sometimes. It's something friends do for comfort, to make one feel safe, and loved. I have done it with Damon and Grant." He smiled. "It's a powerful thing, My Harry, to be able to share that comfort with someone you care about."

"Alright. I'm sorry I misunderstood, Husband," he said, and then ventured a smile. "Please see if he will join us. I don't like him being so sad." Harry slipped out of the bed, and began to rearrange the pillows to accommodate three people.

Severus nodded. "That's alright, Harry. It had to be explained to me as well the first time Damon allowed me into their bed," he said as he went about expanding the bed, before turning, and leaving Harry to rearrange the rest of the pillows.

Severus padded down the hall, and knocked lightly on the door, then opened it slightly. "Hey, Asshole?"

In Grant's office, Max had given up on trying to sleep, and was up reading one of the books he'd found on Grant's bookshelf, when he heard the knock on his door, and he looked up from the book in surprise.

"Hey, Sev, is everything alright? Harry's not ill is he?" he asked as he marked his spot in the book, and laid it down beside him. He was getting off of the fold out, and reaching for the bag he always carried when Severus shook his head.

"No, he's quite fine, I assure you. He is, however, worried about you," he said, sitting down on the fold out. Severus pushed Max back down, and eyed him critically. "You want to come back with me?"

Max nearly grinned at the prospect, but then Allie's words echoed in his head. The horrible things she's said about his best friend. He blew out a breath, and looked at one big hand. "I'm so sorry, Sev. I don't know what came over her to say those awful things, and ruin the meal Harry made."

Severus reached over, and moved back Max's long hair from his face, his fingers lingering to play with the ends. "She's pregnant, Max, dealing with changes and hormones, you've said so yourself. I've been on the receiving end of one of Harry's crying jags, so in one way I somewhat understand. Granted, what she said was quite nasty, and I am not quite ready to forgive her for them, but you have no control over what comes from her mouth. I am certain she will make apologies like she has before. She just needs some time to calm down."

He would give the little sub the benefit of the doubt for now, because he really cared for Max, but sometimes she just got on his last nerve. "That doesn't mean our friendship is over. Besides, Harry says it's alright if you join us." He grinned at his friend. "It's us, or Damon and Grant, because you know the headshrinker will be up sooner or later to check on you."

Max got out of bed with a grin. "You win hands down. Grant talks in his sleep," he laughed, and pulled the shorter man into a hug. "Thank you for trying to understand. She's worse than before, Sev. It has to end soon."

The big red head turned off the lamp next to the bed, and pulled on a pair of boxers to wear while he was sharing the bed with the Snapes. He didn't think Harry would do well if he showed up as he normally dressed for bed.

Severus nodded. "She's only got... what a little over a month left? I think we can deal with it for now. However, I would start listening to her when she says no about something. It will save us all a bit of heartache." He watched Max dress for sleep, and then stood and embraced the big man. "Let's get some sleep. Big day tomorrow."

"Yeah, we need them to realize you are a valuable member of our society," Max smiled, and followed Severus into the other bedroom.

Max looked at the small man sitting on the edge of the bed, and smiled down at him. "Hey, Bit, thank you for this," he said as he reached out, and ruffled the man's hair.

Harry smiled up at the big healer. "As long as you don't hog the blankets, then you can stay."

Harry turned, crawled up the bed, and pulled back the blankets, settling himself in the middle of the bed. He bit his lip, and patted one hand on each side of him, indicating the men should climb in on either side of him.

Severus climbed on his side of the bed, and pulled Harry in to his arms. "How about I spoon with Harry, then you can scoot up on the other side of him facing us?" He smiled up at his friend, apologizing silently that he couldn’t hold him as he had before, but was still offering the comfort from the both of them.

Max smiled, and waited as the two men got settled, before sliding into the bed himself, and reaching out to pull both men into his arms. He placed a gentle kiss to the top of Harry's head, and smiled to his friend.

"Thank you both," he said softly, running one hand over Harry's shoulders before he reached past him, and stroked Severus' hair. "You are both amazing."

Harry sighed, and snuggled down between the two men. He was warm and safe, sated and comfortable. He yawned, and then grunted as Reganne kicked out against Max, and he opened his eyes wide to look at the big healer.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered quietly.

Severus chuckled as he realized what had happened. "I don't think he minds, Harry. He's most likely used to it." He ran a hand between them and rubbed Harry's belly then patted Max's shoulder. "Anytime, my friend. Glad it's not my back she's kicking tonight," he said with a grin.

Max smiled at the small kick, and rubbed his hand over Harry's tummy soothingly. "Go to sleep, little one. I know your daddies woke you up with all that nonsense, but they are going to be still now," he teased, and winked at the two men. "You would have thought Damon and Grant would have charmed the bed not to squeak by now," he chuckled and closed his eyes. "Goodnight, you two."