Promising Submission

Pleasure coursed through his body when Damian bit into his neck from behind, every suck increasing it. It wasn’t as pleasurable as Jean-Claude or Asher’s bite but Damian was a very old, very strong vampire. The vibrations on him and in him caused him to writhe and Damian was forced to use his arms to hold him still or he would accidentally tear his neck. Nathanial whimpered when he felt Jason move in front of him, and unzip his pants. He hardly ever wore anything under his pants, living with Harry it wasn’t practical, and so Jason had full access to his purple cock.

“What’s this?” Nathanial heard him ask. He tried to say something but the pleasure in him wouldn’t let him. “No..don’t.” Jason reached for the cock ring and unsnapped it, swallowing him whole in the next second. Then Nathanial was cumming.

When he had come down from his high, Nathanial realized what happened. His eyes flew open and he looked at Jason accusingly. “Why did you do that? Oh I’m in so much trouble.” Nathanial hadn’t ever disobeyed a direct order before. He wasn’t sure what his master would do, he was still so sore from his lashing. He whimpered and both Jason and Damian looked at him in shock.

“He doesn’t let you cum? Why they hell are you with this guy? He treats you worse then Anita did.” Jason ranted.

“No, I ran away over a misunderstanding instead of staying and talking about it and I’m being punished.” Nathanial knew that Jason had never understood what he needed. The wolf just couldn’t accept that he wanted pain and control this way. He’d tried to explain many times but, it never changed Jason’s mind.

He was only upset that he'd been forced to cum, against Harry's wishes. He and Jason had been pleasured by the other during a feeding before, it was nothing new, and he wasn't upset by it. In fact it never crossed his mind that Jason should have asked his master for permission before touching him. Jason's actions were simply common.

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Asher followed Harry Potter down the hall. He was fairly sure he knew what this was about. The man wanted to make sure he wasn’t after Nathanial. It interested him how possessive Harry Potter was of Nathanial, since they’d only been together for little over a week.

He stopped just inside the door and was shocked to find the paintings moving when they got to the office. Potter turned to him and smiled at his shock. “You knew I had power, you just don’t know how far reaching it is.” Asher grew fearful. “You did this?”

Harry Potter laughed, “No, I bought them this way. There is a whole world of people like me, well, not as powerful, but Wizards and Witches. They decided I was a danger, and hunted me, and then they voted a terrorist as Minister of Magic. So I left. I still have a few friends there but so far I like it here.”

The wizard smiled, and Asher was reminded of the old vampires, those who have so many memories their smiles have many meanings.

Stepping closer, the wizard leaned into the vampire, and said softly. “Your very beautiful Asher. I am going to kiss you.” Asher chuckled. For all of his power, the man had no idea how to seduce someone. The bluntness was refreshing. He leaned forward to align their lips.

The kiss was soft and slow; a discovery by both parties. They wanted to know how deep the attraction went. Asher could tell that the other wasn’t the kind of man who slept with just anyone. That he was even considering being with him, just to allow Asher to express his feelings to Nathanial, spoke of deep affection for the leopard.

The wizard pulled back after a thorough exploration and sighed. “That was lovely.” “Indeed, mon cher. I think I’d like another.” He lowered his head again to a chuckle. This kiss was different, harder, a battle for dominance ensued. Asher won, only because the other needed air and had to pull back. “mmm have it your way.” He said with a gasp when Asher wrapped his arms around his waist and bent him backwards slightly. It was interesting that the dark haired man would allow him to be even the slightest bit dominant on their first affair. Asher had assumed that the man was far too suspicious to let him. Perhaps it was because Nathanial wasn’t involved at the moment.

Asher was used to using sex to get what he wanted, and wasn’t above seducing Harry Potter to get at the one he really wanted. If this kiss was any indication, it would be any chore at all.

He ran his scared hand through his dark hair and used the other to trace the lines along his back. The wizard’s hands were fisted in his hair, holding his head firm. He used those hands to force Asher’s head back and said, “Alright, you’ve made your point. You know your business.” He blushed a little and straitened to give himself some space. “I don’t know the words to do this. I’m a blunt kinda guy. I know you want Nathanial and I don’t mind as long as he’s okay with it, but he’s mine and although I share well, you will not be borrowing him or seeing him without me.” He smiled to take the sting out of it, “I like you Asher, and would really enjoy being with you, as I’m sure would Nathanial. Understand, I’m a jealous person, and although I don’t mind sharing if I’m there, anything else seems like a betrayal. If you were to get involved with both of us, on an emotional level, I don’t think I’d mind but…”

Asher spoke when it looked like he’d finished. “I understand Harry, if I can call you that, if its just sex, you want to be there, and if it becomes emotional you want to be involved.” Harry nodded, “I also understand that you and Nathanial have a structured relationship. I am not asking to become apart of your contract, as I don’t know where these feelings for Nathanial will take me. I do not wish to take him from you.”

He tried to prepare himself for divulging more personal things, making himself more vulnerable then he was used to, but this man had already been in his head, it wouldn’t make him more vulnerable then that did. “Since Juliana died, I have been on the outside of the relationships with all those I care about. Jean-Claude wouldn’t see me because of Anita, and she didn’t really care for me. I was hoping for a more emotional attachment with Nathanial, and now I have hope for you as well.”

Harry smiled softly and leaned into him again, acknowledging weakness he showed and portraying a great deal of perception. “I understand, that’s how I was before Nathanial. You just want to be loved yourself, not as an extension of another, or slept with because you’re good in the sack.” He hugged him and rested his head on Asher’s shoulder. “I’d like to get to know you better before I allow you into our contract, no I know what you said,” he spoke quickly when Asher tried to interrupt, “but if you want to really be involved with us then that’s how it would have to be. Nathanial needs certain things to feel content, as do I, and I’m sure you do to. This way everything is met. Perhaps down the line in his retraining, you will come and participate?” Asher smiled, “I would like that.” They kissed again softly and Asher felt that this was the most consideration he’d gotten in a while. He sighed that it had to be from a stranger.

Harry pulled away saying they needed to go back because Nathanial was upset. They hurried down the hall and Asher stopped at the entrance, confused at what he was seeing. Nathanial was crying softly and being yelled at by a little green thing. Damian was trying to calm him down and Jason looked both apologetic and defiant when he looked up at Harry.

The wizard forcefully dismissed the screaming green thing, pulled Nathanial to him and whispered, “Shh, kitten I’m here, what happened…Kitten, shh…I can’t understand you you’ll have to calm down.”

Asher moved to reach and hand down to Damian to help him stand. “What happened?”
Damian snorted. “Seems like he wasn’t supposed to cum, but couldn’t help it when Jason took off the cock ring he was wearing.”

“That doesn’t seem so distressing?” He questioned, referring to why Nathanial was a simpering mess.

“Well he was worried that he would be punished, but then Jason started trying to convince him that this was proof that this is a bad relationship and to leave with him.”

Asher hummed. First Micah and now Jason, what was causing the other lycanthropes in Nathanial’s life to be so negative? He listened to Harry and Nathanial speak after Harry finally calmed him down, but wouldn’t have heard it if it wasn’t for his vampire hearing it was so soft.

“I came. I’m sorry master, I couldn’t help it. It felt so good.”

“You came through the ring?” Harry was speaking slowly and calmly, reinforcing that it was a good thing to talk to him. Asher approved of his method and thought that if this was how he handled everything in their relationship, that Nathanial was in good hands. Asher couldn’t be on guard like that every moment, like was needed for a 24/7 dom/sub relationship like they had.

“No, Jason took it off, and without it I couldn’t stop it.”

“Ah, well then kitten it’s not your fault.”

Nathanial looked up at him fearfully, “don’t punish Jason, he didn’t know I was being punished.”

Asher wondered at how Nathanial could come to these strange conclusions about what Harry said. When calm he could see all the underlying messages Harry left him, but when he was upset, it seemed that he made some up. Asher considered the possible avenues Harry could take now.

“Kitten, why were you so upset? Were you afraid I’d punish you for something not your fault?”

Ah, he would ignore it, not promising not to punish Jason and not taking blame himself. Again Asher approved.

“No, well, a little. But,” He stopped and bit his lip.

“Pet, you will tell me why you were upset. You will trust that my reactions will be appropriate.”

Interesting tactic. Asher had never had a pet as broken as Nathanial, and it seemed that Harry used a firm hand softened with genuine affection.

Nathanial swallowed and Asher heard his heart rate pick up, and interestingly enough, smelled arousal spike. “Jason was saying things that upset me.”

“Such as?” There was no change in Harry’s voice, no censure or anger or condemnation, he simply wanted to know.

“Well, he said that me being afraid…” He was interrupted by Jason’s snarling.

“I can say it. I told him that being this afraid of you was proof you were bad for him. That he should leave with me and I would take care of him. You are hurting him, I saw him wince when he sat down, and I won’t let you hurt him.”

Asher sighed, Jason was young and although he was Jean-Claude’s beau, he was treated softly and so had no background to help him understand Nathanial’s needs.

Harry addressed the wolf, but kept his voice calm. “You are an uninvited guest in our home; you are on thin ice as it is. Be silent.”

He turned back to speak softly to the man in his arms. “Kitten, I am not upset with you. I am pleased that you didn’t try and hide it from me. Did you drink the potion?” Nathanial answered yes. “Good I think that we should do something else, and perhaps Jason should go home. Go put that movie you wanted to watch in and I’ll take care of things.” Nathanial sniffed, kissed Harry on his cheek, and stood up to move toward the tv.

“Jason, you are his friend. You should have more care for his feelings. I do not want him upset again tonight; do you think you can handle that?”

Jason nodded irritably and shifted to sit with Asher when the vampire sat down. He whispered, “I don’t understand.”

Asher ran his hand up and down his back in a soothing gesture, “They are happy this way. Let's just enjoy being with him.”

Nathanial put in whatever movie and walked over to cuddle into Harry’s side. Half way through the movie, Harry paused it and had the little green thing bring them all refreshments.

Asher thanked it when it handed him a glass of chardonnay. It scowled at him. “Winky” Nathanial said, and Asher assumed that it was the green things name because it turned the scowl on him. “You are embarrassing your Master by treating his guests this way. If you cannot handle your job we will replace you.” Living with Harry must be good for Nathanial. He was using old social systems to put the servant in its place. He watched as Harry gave him a proud smile, and Nathanial beam. Long accustomed to feelings of longing and envy wound through him. How he would love to have someone look at him with pride or even just affection, without expecting something in return. Although, Harry did expect things from Nathanial. He expected loyalty, obedience, and trust; not remotely similar to the power plays vampires were fond of.

Before the movie, which Asher was only barely interested in, started again, Jason moved to sit with Damian, so Asher joined Harry and Nathanial on their couch. He sat next to Harry, assuming that it was to early in their agreement to display his feelings for Nathanial. He was surprised then, when Harry picked Nathanial up to put him between them. The leopard quickly got into a comfortable position; head against Asher’s shoulder and sitting in Harry’s lap. This position allowed Asher to lean against the broader human. With Harry’s permission, he put his arm over Nathanial’s hip and tried to turn his attention back to the uninteresting movie.

Jason was obviously riveted, but the movie, Street Racer or something, was too flashy and loud for Asher to enjoy it. He never really liked the movies they watched while spending time together but it was something easy for them all to do. Instead he focused on studying those in the room. He could smell arousal coming from both Nathanial and Harry, and when there was a lull in the movies volume he could hear a faint buzzing.

Occasionally the leopard would whimper or shudder, putting pressure against Asher. He raised his other arm to support him, and caught Harry smirking. Making a small noise to capture his companions attention, he sent him a confused and cautious look.

“Kitten,” He whispered so only Nathanial and Asher could hear him over the movie. “Tell Asher what your punishment was.”

“I..ah…can’t cum for …oh…two weeks.” Nathanial gasped out.

Understanding lit his face and Asher shifted so he could run his hand up Nathanial’s shirt and kiss his neck. He locked eyes with Harry, watching as his face darkened with lust. Nathanial’s cries became loud enough to gain the attention of the other occupants of the room.

Although Damian looked amused, Jason cried out, “God, you are always going at it aren’t you Nathanial. Jeeze such a slut..”

This apparently was the last straw from Harry, and Asher quickly caught Nathanial when he was pushed into his lap. Stalking like a cat on the prowl, Harry forced Jason to stand. “That is enough from you. You came to my house uninvited, touched my pet without my permission, tried to lure him away, and now you insult him. You are not welcome in our house again. I suggest you leave.”

“I came with Damian how am I supposed to get back?” Jason cried out, a last attempt to save his dignity.

“Not my problem.” Harry dropped him to the ground and with a wave of his arm, the wolf was gone. Damian hopped up from the chair and looked around. Asher knew he didn’t care for the werewolf overly much, and assumed it was more curiosity then anything. People don’t just disappear after all.

“I sent him outside the wards. He’s fine.” Damian nodded and strode over to where Nathanial was shaking, his head buried in Asher’s neck. The leopard looked up at his soft voice. “Pay him no attention little one. His mouth moves faster then his mind thinks.” Nathanial nodded and got up to hug him. “Are you leaving? Harry said you could move in today.”

“Yes, I told Jean-Claude I was responsible for him this evening. I will have to return him. If its alright with your Harry I will return soon.” Harry nodded and told him to call for Dobby when he returned if they weren’t available. “This is your home now after all. Dobby will show you to your rooms when you get back.” They clasped arms and with a nod at Asher, Damian left.

Nathanial gave a small shy smile and a nod from Asher’s lap when asked if he’d like to continue the movie. Asher chuckled, if he understood right, neither man had paid any more attention to it then he had. Harry chuckled and sat next to them. The wizard reached over to remove Nathanial’s cloths and Asher took advantage by worshiping the skin exposed.

The leopard arched into him and pushed back with his hips into Asher’s rapidly hardening arousal causing the vampire to feel the vibrations from the plug. Harry slipped a leg under Nathanial to spread his legs apart and lifted his hips to take off the remainder of Nathanial’s cloths. He instructed Nathanial to help him undress Asher, and the vampire felt his heart beat once at their gentleness. Once naked, Asher turned his head to the side, afraid to see disgust in their eyes. He turned his head back when he felt a hand on his chin. Harry kissed him softly and Nathanial stroked both his arms and chest indiscriminately.

“We all have our scars. Yours just happen to be both outside and inside. You are still the most beautiful man I’ve ever met.” Asher tried to convince himself that the wizard was just trying to be courteous, but he saw honesty in Harry’s eyes, and knew that the wizard would not appreciate being doubted. He nodded his head in acceptance and shifted to help Harry with his cloths.

The three of them discovered each other softly and gently. Asher was sure his deep feeling for Nathanial were apparent as he explored his flesh, cataloging exactly what each part tasted like. He felt that with time he could feel as deeply for Harry. At another time, it may have worried the vampire that these feelings came up so soon and all of the sudden, but he had other things on his mind. They turned over Nathanial and Asher paused, concerned over the red welts that covered his back and thighs.

“What happened?” He asked Harry.

“He ran away, and put himself in danger. He was punished.” The green eyed may ran his fingers over some of the welts and Asher saw his lust flare. “He was so beautiful under my whip.” Asher shivered at the dark desires Harry’s voice invoked. At Bella’s court, Asher was sex slave, whore, torturer, and diplomat. His every action revolved around sex. He remembered what it felt like to be hurt the way Nathanial was, and the dark satisfaction that came from causing pain in a way that forced his victims to beg for it. But he’d never been with someone who he could trust completely. Jean-Claude always played power games when they were alone. He wondered what it would feel like to be with Harry like Nathanial was.

Harry caught his eyes, and recognized something in them. He smiled and leaned forward to kiss him, hard. “Maybe another time, I will show you how it feels.” Asher nodded absently behind the kiss. It had been some time since he let himself be dominated by any other then Jean-Claude. He was nervous and it must have showed.

Harry asked him to remove Nathanial’s plug. He ran his hands down the inside of the leopard’s thighs and grabbed the base, pulling out quickly and forcefully. Nathanial arched and cried out. Harry moved them so they were all on the floor. Nathanial turned so he was on his hands and knees before Harry. “Master, please let me suck you.”

Harry smiled and granted his permission. He held up a hand and Asher saw a small tube fly into it. He handed it to Asher and told him that Nathanial should be ready for him. With little patience, Asher slathered his cock and fingers with lube and slid three slick digits into Nathanial’s waiting hole, checking to make sure he was well prepared. It wouldn’t do to create bad feelings in Nathanial. His preparation assured, Asher lined himself up and looked to Harry for permission. He understood that this was also a type of training. Showing Nathanial that Harry wouldn’t allow anyone to betray his trust, even when distracted, and that he wouldn't pass him over for another available body. Whether the wizard understood or not it was also Asher's way of creating a dominance spectrum. After grabbing Nathanial’s head hard, and nodding his assent, they both trust in forcefully.

From his angle Asher could see Nathanial’s throat stretch to accept Harry’s larger then normal erection while the wizard fucked his pet's face. His eyes were locked on his master and he seemed to get just as much pleasure from Harry’s noises of pleasure and loss of control as Harry did. It amazed Asher that he didn’t feel left out. There was deep emotion between Master and pet, but occasionally Harry would lean forward to gift Asher with a kiss or touch his arms and chest, or Nathanial would clench his muscles around him and he would know it was meant to include him.

Soon Nathanial's cries signaled that he was close, and Harry absently waved his hand above the rocking leopard. Asher heard a low keening noise of distress and cocked a questioning brow. “Ah, he’s not allowed to cum. I cast a spell that will not allow him to.” He smiled wickedly, "It doesn't stop the pleasure from increasing past orgasm levels though."

Asher nodded and wondered briefly why they bothered with cock rings then, but didn’t voice the question. His attention was focused on taking the pleasure Nathanial and Harry were offering him. Since he no longer had to worry about Nathanial's climax, he sped up his thrusts and suppressed the desire to bite Nathanial when he came on a growl.

Seeing he had climaxed, Harry pulled out of his pets mouth and told Nathanial to turn around and clean the vampire off. Asher groaned when he felt a talented tongue on his softening cock. He opened his eyes at Nathanial’s long moan, to see Harry’s face buried in between Nathanial’s cheeks. He came up, his mouth glistening with cum, and shared a taste with Asher, before wiping it off.

He watched as Harry quickly sheathed himself in his pet and, with precise and forceful thrusts, quickly brought himself to climax.

As their breathing slowed Harry situated them so Nathanial was laying writhing between them on the floor. Harry spoke softly and invited Asher to hold onto the crying man firmly. They both whispered calming words and ran their hands along his body, not to entice but to calm. Asher felt guilty that they had taken pleasure but not returned it, but it wasn’t his place to censure their relationship.

Harry called out to the Dobby servant and asked it to move them to the master bed. Asher shot up in the bed a second later in fear, his eyes wide. “Ah, that was house elf magic. They popped us here because I am to tiered to carry Nathanial up here. Are you alright?”

He nodded and settled back down with them, trying to control his heavy breathing, an old habit of his from when he was alive.

They continued to cuddle and calm Nathanial until the leopard's erection waned. Then Harry fell asleep. Asher and Nathanial stayed awake, talking about Anita and how their lives were different now, until Asher was forced to return to the club to die for the day.