How Severus Spends His Summer Hols

A/N: Hello all, I just had a few things to say before letting you get on with the reading. First of all, Hols is not ending because of the release the last book in the series. As far as I'm concerned, Severus, Harry, and all the others will live on in this particular universe.

Secondly, this chapter deals with sex. Lots of sex. I'm giving you a heads up that there is a bit of a humiliation scene ahead as well as some surprise fisting. No non con, dub con or any of that, just lots and lots of sex. So enjoy.


Later that evening, after the couple had eaten, Severus followed Harry back to the living room where the younger man's bags were setting. "Harry, you didn't leave with this much. What exactly have you brought home?" he asked as he settled into his recliner and watched his husband.

Harry swallowed down a drink of his milk then shoved a chunk of Honeydukes's fudge in his mouth. Pointing to one of his suitcases that Severus has resized, he began to explain.

He bit his lip as he looked at Severus. "Some of the things in that bag are maternity styled robes, Husband. Madame Malkin's had quite a selection that was a bit more masculine than the ones Allie had made for me. Grant helped me choose them and I picked some out to give to Jason as gifts as well. I was wondering if we might have a shower for him."

Severus considered Harry's request for a moment and shrugged. "If you feel up to organizing one, then I don't see the harm in doing so. However, I'm not sure if Jason wears robes, has he mentioned it to you?" he asked, motioning to Harry to open the bag and display his purchases.

Harry unzipped the bag and shook his head. "He hasn't but he always looks a little uncomfortable in his jeans and his t-shirts and I thought since you said he was getting a little larger that this might make him feel more comfortable. Grant and I split the cost and only bought two for him just in case he proves to be a little more stubborn, Grant said he might be. He laid a blue robe and a burgundy robe out for Severus to look over. "I chose six others just like these for me in these colours as well as red, green, white, black and a second blue one. I really liked that one."

He pointed to some other suitcases. "My original clothes. Those are Christmas gifts. Just about everyone has been shopped for; they only need to be wrapped." Harry looked up at Severus. "May we decorate now too?"

"Decorate?" Severus repeated a perplexed look on his face. "For the holiday?"

Harry nodded. "Yes, Husband. Lights on the house and a tree, please. Like Damon and Grant have done."

Quickly, Severus ran every excuse he could think of through his mind, trying to find one that would sound plausible to Harry. There were none. "We have none of that and this close to Christmas; I shouldn't think there would be much selection, do you?"

Harry turned and batted his eyes at Severus like Grant had shown him. "It doesn't have to be much, Husband. Not so elaborate as what they've done. It can be simple. Just white lights and red Christmas balls on the tree. Maybe some red ribbons, please?" He smiled sweetly at Severus.

Grant had told him that they could go shopping again after Christmas to find the sales. They could stock up on sale items for some of the things he wanted for next year, but to offer Severus something quick and easy this year.

"You would choose simple decorations?" Severus asked, wondering when he'd lost the reins to this discussion.

Harry nodded enthusiastically. "As you've said, it's late in the season, so there might not be much and we're busy with the shop. So, just a tree, a nice sized one, done with little decorations will suffice." He leaned closer to Severus, stroking the man's leg through his sleep pants. He tried to remember what Grant had told him to say if Severus seemed to be resisting. "It's our first Christmas in our new home together, we have to mark it somehow, Severus. There won't ever be another."

Mulling over the thought, somewhat distracted by Harry's hand, Severus sighed and then nodded. "Very well Harry. Would you like a tree from our property or from a lot?" he asked, resigning himself to the unavoidable chaos that was about to invade their home.

"Thank you, Husband." Knowing he had the battle almost won, Harry cinched the deal by running his hand up the inside of Severus's leg, cupping his husband's prick and squeezing gently. He further distracted his husband by leaning in and licking Severus's neck then nibbling on his ear lobe. "A lot; Grant says there's one not too far up the road from here. They get their tree there."

Blood rushing to nether regions, Severus simply nodded. "Very well Harry. A lot it is," he murmured before pulling the younger man down to kiss him, thoroughly mapping Harry's mouth with his tongue. He could live with a tree in their living room for a few weeks if it made Harry happy.

Christmas plans now forgotten, Harry squirmed against Severus, rubbing against him and moaning into the kiss. Reaching down, he pulled his night shirt up around his waist and tugged at Severus's sleep pants, "Need you."

Slithering down off Severus's lap, Harry kissed his way down his husband's chest to his stomach, licking at his navel before jerking down the sleep pants and mouthing the head of Severus's cock. He sighed as he lapped the bead of fluid from the tip. Cutting his eyes up at Severus for a moment, he hesitated; gazing at him lovingly then sucked the glans into his mouth.

Severus' eyes rolled back for a moment, his hands coming up to caress Harry's face gently. "Do you have any idea how beautiful you are right now?" he asked as he looked down at where Harry was kneeling between his knees, the younger man's lips stretched and wrapped around his shaft. "So bloody perfect."

Harry hummed loudly and turned his face stroking it along Severus's fingers. He sucked on Severus's prick, opening his mouth to take in a bit more of the thick cock, the apple head pushing out his cheek on the other side. Pulling off to take a breath, Harry slid his mouth back down and up again. He bobbed and hummed around Severus's cock before sucking and swallowing the saliva and pre-come around the velvety length.

Enveloped by the wet heat, Severus sighed softly, his long fingers twining in Harry's hair before removing the younger man's glasses from his face and setting them on the small table next to the sofa. "Come here Harry," he murmured softly, pulling the other man up gently and laying him on the sofa.

Lust filled eyes raked over Harry's gravid body and Severus felt his prick give a jerk and then the wetness of the pre-come as it dripped onto his leg. "You look positively delicious," he said with a leer, picking up Harry's legs and spreading them, draping one over the back of the sofa. With a smile, Severus plucked the hem of Harry's nightshirt up in his fingers, pushing it up past his husband's swollen belly.

Harry pulled at his nightshirt, removing it, needing to have as much of his body in contact with Severus's as possible. He ran a hand over the mound of his stomach, reaching down to hold his prick and balls up and out of Severus's way.

Face flushed with desire, Harry smiled at Severus. "Thank you, my handsome Husband," he murmured softly. "All for you." He dropped his other foot to the floor, opening himself even wider for Severus.

A sound of desire rumbled low in Severus' throat as he positioned himself, bending to part Harry's folds before placing a long, sucking kiss to his little clit, smiling as he felt it twitch against his tongue.

"Oh!" Harry cried out, his body arching into Severus's mouth as his toes tried to dig to the floor. He reached down, grabbing Severus's hair and tugging, rubbing himself against Severus's face. "More! Need you in me! Please Husband!"

Gently, Severus thrust two long fingers into Harry's cozy, all while still giving the long sucking kisses to his little clit. He knew it was impossible, but he could almost swear Harry tasted different than he had before he'd gone to England, perhaps it was the chocolate.

Harry howled and canted his hips hard against Severus's hand and face. The added stimulation helped but it wasn't enough and he needed more. "Please Husband! Severusssss!"

He pulled on Severus's hair, winding the dark strands around his fingers. "Fuck me, please. My cozy, my bottom, please fill me!"

Severus pulled back from Harry's grasping hands for a moment and looked down at his little husband, not used to him being quite this demanding. With one hand, he pushed his sleep pants down and out of the way before he moved to cover Harry's body with his own. In one thrust, he sheathed his prick in Harry's sopping cozy, groaning at the heat and wetness that surrounded him.

"My beautiful little slut," Severus rumbled, his lips next to Harry's ear as he pistoned his hips in and out of the other man, each stroke filling Harry's cozy before he pulled back out leaving only the tip inside.

"Yes! Oh gods, yes!" Harry gasped as Severus entered him and he wrapped his arms and legs about the other man, clinging to him as he moved with him. When the movement stopped, he whined and gazed at Severus, confused.

Harry's eyes were dazed and unfocused in his need and he tried to move back onto Severus's prick, "Husband?"

"What are you Harry?" Severus asked softly as he plunged his length back into the smaller man, rocking him up on the sofa before pulling back to rest with only the tip inside once more. Piercing black eyes searched Harry's lust filled face before Severus reached down between them and manipulated his husband's clit with his fingers.

Harry blinked and licked his lips, grunting as Severus thrust into him once more then stopped. "Your slut... your whore, Master." Whimpering, he tried to move again, tried to get more of Severus's cock inside of him. "Husband please, it aches..." he begged, digging his hands into Severus's back and spreading his legs wider, moaning wantonly for Severus.

Taking in the sight of Harry so wanton underneath him, Severus grasped the younger man's shoulder and began to thrust into him deeply, careful of how hard he was fucking his small husband, but trying to give him what he needed. "Tell me how to make it better Harry," he gasped, sweat beginning to bead on his brow and back.

Harry arched his back as Severus began to move again, taking the thrusts as deep as he could. His little cock jerked and semen dribbled out as he continued to move under Severus. "Harder, Master! Please!" he begged. "Make it stop!"

Harry canted his hips, trying to spread his legs wider under Severus and open himself for the other man.

Hearing the need in Harry's voice, Severus began to thrust harder, feeling the familiar tightening in the small of his back as he drew near to his own orgasm. "My Harry," he groaned, slamming into his husband's body and rocking his hips. "Rub your cozy Harry, rub it and make it feel good."

Moaning, Harry reached down and pressed his fingers to the small nub of flesh under his balls. He rubbed fast and hard on it as Severus thrust into him, his legs shaking and quivering as the sensations shot through his body. "Oh, oh, oh..." his head rolled back and forth on the sofa cushion as he bit down on his lip. It felt so good but it still wasn't enough.

Severus put two of his long fingers into Harry's mouth, rubbing them over the younger man's wet tongue. "Get them wet baby, get them good and wet."

Harry whimpered around the fingers in his mouth, running his tongue over them trying to make them as wet as possible. Pulling them from his mouth, Harry slid them down to his cozy, slicking the digits with the dampness there as well. "Please Husband," he murmured and went back to rubbing on his clit once more.

Severus pulled his hand from Harry's cozy, using his other hand to push the other man's knees up a bit more, he inserted his wet fingers into Harry's little pucker at the same time he slid his cock back into his husband's wet folds. "How's that love?" Searching for and finding Harry's prostate, Severus began to massage it awkwardly as he continued to rock his hips.

Harry keened, his eyes rolling in their sockets. His body pushed forward and back, arching into both touches, sliding wetly onto Severus's fingers and cock. "Nrghh..." He stiffened momentarily as fluid flowed from him, soaking the sofa and Severus once more and Harry shouted. "More!"

Thrusting a third finger into Harry's arse, Severus thrust erratically several times before he came with a loud shout and then slumped to the side to avoid crushing his small husband under his weight. "Are you alright?" he panted, his eyes closed as he tried to regain his breath.

Breathing heavily, Harry nodded as he lay sprawled on the sofa. He smirked and snorted then sighed as his entire body just collapsed, finally satiated and exhausted. Opening his eyes, he nodded again, grunting as one tiny foot stuck out the side of his stomach. He rubbed the protrusion gently and touched Severus's side. "Am now," he panted. "Are you?"

Severus nodded wordlessly, beginning to see what Damon had been talking about now. He reached up past Harry's head to grope for his wand on the side table, wrapping his fingers around it and casting a silent cleansing spell over both of them.

"Would you like anything?" Severus asked softly, tiredness beginning to creep into his voice.

Harry sat up and thought for a moment. "Crisps please, with some mustard to dip them in. Chocolate milk to drink too."

Severus smiled, sitting up and patting Harry's knee gently. "Get comfortable and I'll bring it to you, alright? Does the flavour crisps matter?" he asked as he reached for his sleep pants.

Harry pulled on his night shirt. "Cheese-flavoured if we have them, please. If not, the plain ones will do. Thank you." He grabbed Severus's hand and brought it to his mouth, pressing a lingering kiss to the long fingers before rubbing them along his face. "I love you, Severus."

"I love you too Harry," Severus said gently, bending down from where he was pulling up the sleep pants and kissing the man's cheek softly. "I am glad you are home now."

Harry grinned and snuggled back into the sofa, yawning widely. "I'm glad to be back. It was nice to visit my family there but this is home now, Severus." He leaned his head back on the sofa and sighed as he rubbed his belly. "Our home."

Severus smiled to himself as he listened to Harry's words. "Yes, this is our home and we will raise our family here within these walls," he said as he walked into the kitchen to get a snack for Harry and something for himself as well.

Coming back out to the living room, he handed Harry a plate with several varieties of crisps and a small cup of mustard. Setting Harry's milk down on the side table, Severus sat back down and picked up his sandwich.

"How is Molly doing?" he asked before biting into his snack.

Harry smiled at Severus sticking his finger in the mustard and licking it off before answering his husband. "As well as can be expected. All the children were there and I think it helped to have Grant there too. They talked a lot after that first night and she really worked with him on his charms and spells. We both had blue hair one night." He dipped a crisp into the mustard and contemplated it for a moment then looked at Severus, offering him a bite. "Would you like one?"

"A plain one would be nice, thank you," Severus said turning to Harry and smiling. "I do hope you conveyed condolences for both of us. How are Ron and Hermione?"

Harry shrugged, stuffed the crisp in his mouth and offered him the plate. "I did. She said to tell you congratulations on your shop. Oh, one of those bags is baby clothes for Reganne as well as some blankets she knitted. Grant and I also shipped home some packages of foodstuffs that I know you liked that are hard to find here. They should be arriving soon." He stopped, trying to remember everything he wanted to tell Severus, laying one hand on the other man's foot and stroking idly up and down the pale skin.

"Ron and Hermione were fine, still no plans to start a family." He dipped his other hand back into the mustard, sucking the tart yellow sauce from his fingers as he thought.

Severus munched on a few crisps while listening to Harry, smiling as he watched his husband eating the mustard straight. "Did you leave any money in your vault?" he teased playfully.

Harry grinned sheepishly and nodded. "I kept all the receipts, Husband if you would like to see them. I also took Grant sightseeing while we were there. We didn't only shop, I promise."

"No love, I don't need to see your receipts. I'm glad that you had some fun even though you were there for such a tragic reason," Severus said as he pulled one of Harry's smaller bags to them and settled it between them. "Show me what you have here."

Harry wiped his hands on a serviette and unzipped the bag. Laughing, he opened a Ziploc bag and handed Severus a Chocolate Frog card of himself. "Grant and I kept all of these. This bag is full of them. There are old and new ones from when I was in school so I thought we could start a collection. He seemed to like them, said something about taking pictures of the extras and selling them online if we wanted."

Severus chuckled as he took the bag. "I trust Grant has a collection to rival yours? And yes, I suppose they would sell on the Wizarding section of a few auction sites. You may look on the computer once our electricity is back on. Just how many frogs did the two of you eat?"

Harry shrugged as he drew out several plastic bags of cards. "This should be all the cards. We put them all together so we didn't lose them." He looked up at Severus and bit his lip. "Severus, how much do you know about Fleymann's? Grant talked to me a little bit about it while we were there but I still have questions. The chocolate craving is pretty severe but it helps to have the Wizarding chocolate. So, I'm going to guess that we ate at least twelve to fifteen frogs."

Severus eyed the bags filled with cards and smirked. "You are asking me to believe you at fifteen frogs and accumulated that many cards?" he asked shaking his head. "I know some about Fleymann's, but Grant does know much more."

Harry looked at his lap. "I meant just this afternoon, while we were driving."

Throwing his head back, Severus laughed loudly for a moment before looking at Harry once more. "You did eat something substantial as well didn't you?"

Harry nodded. "Some of the chocolate had peanut butter in it. Grant says it's protein!"

Severus groaned at the example of Grant logic. "Yes it is protein, but not exactly what I meant." He looked over at Harry's glass. "Would you like more milk?"

Harry drank all the milk in his glass and nodded, holding the empty container out to his husband. "Yes Sir, please. We did eat real food, Severus. There's just something in the chocolate though, Wizarding chocolate especially, Husband. Can we talk to the specialist you mentioned about it?"

Severus took Harry's glass, tapping his wand against the side of it and nodding as it refilled itself. "There Harry. Yes, if Doctor Montgomery is willing to talk about his work, then I shall endeavour to make an appointment for us."

He looked at Harry and smiled gently. "Are you in any pain?"

Harry shook his head as he took the glass. Taking a drink he made a face and handed it back to Severus. "Sir... it's soured." He scratched his stomach and yawned again. "No pain, not really. There's this kind of current that seems to run under my skin almost like an itch of sorts but it's really mild right now."

He laid his hand on Severus's pant leg and sighed. "When I touch you like this, it's less." he wriggled his fingers under the hem of the cloth and touched him skin to skin. "It's even better like that but that's about all the discomfort I'm in right now."

"I'm sorry Harry; I didn't even think to taste it first. Here, allow me," Severus said as he took the glass and carried to the kitchen to refill it properly. Sodding mountain and the effect it had on simple magic.

He thought about how Harry had answered and wondered why Damon seemed to make such a fuss over it. His Harry seemed well within his mind and not overcome with any crazed desires; a bit more randy than normal, but they'd also been apart for over a week.

Carrying the milk back into the living room, he handed it to his young husband and then settled back down. "Did Grant seem well?"

Harry sipped the milk cautiously again this time then nodded. "Thank you." He thought about what Severus had asked and nodded. "He did maybe a bit more irritable but he said he needed Damon." he chuckled. "For a moment there at the airport I thought he was going to climb the counter and rip out the rental clerk's hair. Stupid woman wasn't listening to him."

"Grant was violent?" Severus asked curiously, that was certainly not like the small man.

"Oh no," Harry shook his head, his hand once again drifting down to Severus's foot, stroking his ankle. "He kept telling her he had a reservation for the car and she kept trying to tell him he didn't."

Severus snorted; he knew what a stubborn Grant could be like. "I can only imagine," he chuckled and felt a pang of sympathy for Damon. "He wasn't nasty to you, was he?"

"No, not at all." Harry shook his head then turned and looked at Severus. "It was really odd, right up until we stopped out on the drive Grant's presence was just fine, a comfort even. Then when we got here, I felt you step out of the house and then all I could feel was you. It seemed to creep over my skin like ants and it ached until I touched you when you got out of the truck."

Severus listened, reaching out to place his hand over Harry's and squeezing it tightly. "Just let me know what you need and we'll take care of it, alright? When do you want to get the tree?"

Harry twined their fingers and smiled, squeezing Severus's fingers in return. "I'll try not to be too demanding. Whenever you are ready to get the tree. Tomorrow if it's stopped snowing."

"Demand all you like, it's alright," Severus said pressing a kiss to Harry's fingers. "If the roads are passable we'll do so. Tell me what exactly you'd like to do to our home for this holiday."

Sighing, Harry leaned against Severus. He'd promised Severus simple and thought about how to keep it that way. "Just some lights on the house, white maybe." He looked up at his husband. "Do you think it might be easier to get an artificial tree with the lights already on it then all we have to do is buy the decorations?"

"No, no, if we are to have a tree, then it shall be a real one," Severus said with a smile, starting to get a little more in the spirit for his husband. "Perhaps a nice wreath for the door as well?"

Harry grinned and nodded, snuggling against Severus once more. "Can it have lights too and a bell? Lights, ball ornaments and ribbons for the tree. Stockings for the hearth. I'll need wrapping paper, boxes and tape to wrap the gifts." He looked up at Severus. "What would you like to go on the top of the tree?"

Severus laughed, now knowing how Damon found himself flustered at this time of the year. "A star perhaps, what would you like?"

"A star sounds fine to me. It'll be simple, beautiful and elegant." Harry sighed, curling his hand around Severus's foot, massaging the long toes gently. He rested his head on Severus's shoulder and yawned then closed his eyes. "Are we having Christmas dinner at Damon and Grant's?"

Shrugging, Severus put his arm around Harry, pulling him closer. "Honestly, I'm not certain. I'll have to ask about what we will be doing. You aren't wanting to cook, are you?" he asked as he pressed a kiss to Harry's forehead.

Harry snorted and shook his head. "No, I had my fill of insanity for holiday cooking." He opened his eyes and smiled as he looked up at his husband. "I'll help out but I never want to do that again by myself. Well, I mean Davy helped out a lot but never again alone."

Severus nodded, knowing that even Grant became high strung and irritable when faced with cooking a holiday meal. "I understand Harry, don't worry, I'll speak with Damon. Would you like to retire early, love? You look tired," he said gently as they listened to the wind outside howl.

Harry sat up and looked at Severus. "I didn't mean I don't want to cook for you Severus. I just meant I don't want to do it all by myself. I'll help Grant if he wants me too for Christmas. Maybe Jason and Davy can too. That'll be fun." he held out a hand to his husband and nodded. "Put me to bed, Sir?"

"Don't fret Harry, I understand and of course I'll put you to bed," Severus said as he got to his feet and carefully pulled Harry to his. Waving his wand, he darkened the room and led them both back to the bedroom.

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Damon heard the car door slam and he got up off the sofa, anxious to see his husband after a week's time. Not knowing what to expect he'd placed the bottle of lube as well as the sedative Severus had given him on the bedside table. A chocolate bar, a Diet Coke and some Chinese take-out also awaited his little husband if he wanted them. He opened the door to go help Grant with his luggage, taking a deep breath as he stepped out on to the porch. "Pet?"

Grant hurried as fast as he could through the deep snow, dropping his bags as he went, the need to be in Damon's arms overwhelming him. The remaining few miles home had been agonizing for him and he was nearly in tears from need.

"Damon!" he cried out as he made it to the backdoor, trying to kick out of his snow covered shoes and trousers before even making it into the house.

Damon ran down the steps as he saw his little husband. "Wait! You'll freeze it off out here!" He scooped the little man up and picked him up, leaving the bags out on the ground. He wrapped his arms around him, sliding Grant's legs around his middle and carrying him towards the house, nuzzling his neck. "My Injun. Come on, let's get you inside, baby," he murmured softly against Grant's skin. "I got everything ready."

"Help me," Grant begged, his eyes desperate as he tried to get his clothing off to expose as much skin as he could to Damon.

Damon kicked the kitchen door shut and set Grant on the table. He shrugged off his jacket and shirt then pulled off Grant's, picking him back up and holding him close once more, carrying him into their bedroom. He rubbed Grant's back. "Shh, it's all right. I got you. I've got you." He reassured Grant and pressed soft kisses to his exposed skin, holding him with one arm under his bottom, the other hand busy trying to finish undressing his husband.

Grant arched his back and whined softly at the contact, feeling like he was on fire or under the attack of thousands of biting insects; his body alive with the need to be covered by his husband. "Don't worry about getting me ready, just do it," he pled as he helped to kick his clothing away.

Damon hummed and fell to the bed on top of Grant. He arched over him, biting and sucking on his chest as he pushed at his sweats. He fumbled for the lube Severus had given him, slicking his cock with the satiny potion. Kicking the cloth away, he spread Grant's legs and ran his slick hand over his husband then grabbed his prick and slid inside of him. Gathering Grant back in his arms, he pulled out and shoved home. "I've got you baby," he murmured and kissed Grant.

"Don't let go," Grant begged as he clung to Damon, sobbing softly as he felt himself filled by his husband's cock. "Don't let go." Wrapping his legs around Damon's waist, he began to rock his hips, thrusting upwards to meet Damon's strokes.

"Never," Damon promised. Curling his other hand around Grant's shoulder he thrust into his husband. He moved in and out of him, never slowing the steady rhythm as he worked them quickly toward climax. Nibbling on Grant's neck and shoulder, he licked and sucked on his skin, trying to touch and soothe him as much as possible.

Tears ran down Grant's face as he tried to push himself to relief. Moving his hand between their bodies, he roughly rubbed and pulled at his small cock, bringing his other hand down to manipulate his clit and stroke Damon's shaft. "Hurt me," he whispered.

Damon shook his head, "No, not like this. We'll get through this." He slammed into his husband harder, feeling his balls tighten as Grant's muscles clenched and grabbed at him. "Come for me, little one." He groaned and his orgasm drew his body taut as he released into Grant.

"I'm trying," Grant sobbed, feeling Damon's seed hot inside of him, but the urges he had weren't abating.

Damon swallowed and nodded, reaching between them pressing the small erect length flat against Grant's belly. Thanking whatever gods had graced Severus with his intelligence; he continued to thrust his still hard cock into Grant and rubbed Grant's cock at the same time. "I know, baby. Tell me what you need."

"I don't know," Grant whimpered, grasping at Damon's shoulders, hating the fact that he felt as though he was disappointing his Master. "I'm sorry."

Damon shook his head and pressed a kiss to Grant's forehead. Gently, he licked away the tear tracks and kissed Grant's mouth, still trying to ease his husband's discomfort. "Don't be. Let me help you." He nuzzled at Grant's neck and sucked on his skin, humming and mouthing his body as he stroked his little prick and cunt. Turning his hand, he pressed his thumb over Grant's clit and rubbed there as well, hoping to overload all his senses at once.

Shuddering violently, Grant swallowed back his sobs as the tightly wound coil that he'd felt in his belly for the past several hours, suddenly let loose. Digging his short nails into Damon's shoulders, Grant clung to the man as he rode out his orgasm before falling back to the pillows limply.

Damon sighed and eased out of his husband, rolling them over. He laid Grant on his chest and rubbed his back, slowly resting Grant's head on his chest. "Welcome home, My Grant." Pressing a kiss to the dark hair, he sighed. "That a little better?"
Grant fought back a yawn and nodded. "Thank you," he whispered quietly and then closed his eyes. "I was hoping that when Max said I was no longer fertile, that this wouldn't happen any more. I know you have to be tired of dealing with it as much as I am."

Damon grunted. "I always want my horny little Injun." Running his hands down Grant's body he held him tightly to him then cupped his bottom, squeezing the pert cheeks gently before letting go. "I'll never get tired of you. You make things exciting."

Damon wiped his hands on the bed sheets then wrapped them around Grant's face, lifting his head to look in his eyes. "You need me to stay with you right now or can I go get your bags before they rot on the lawn?"

"I can go with you?" Grant asked softly, turning his head in Damon's hands to kiss the man's palm. "I could show you what I can do?"

Damon ran his thumb across Grant's lips and nodded. "Sounds like a plan to me. You can sit in my lap and summon them from the kitchen. I'll feed you some Garlic Chicken while you do it." He traced Grant's cheekbones with his fingertips, caressing the tanned skin. "You want anything else, baby?"

Grant licked his lips and lowered his eyes. "May I have a toy please?" he asked softly. "For when I'm sitting on your lap?"

Damon eyed Grant for a moment. "That didn't help? What we just did?" He slid one hand back down Grant's body to his bottom, massaging one cheek gently.

Not sure how to answer, Grant let his hands fall to his lap and kept his eyes to the floor. "I shouldn't have asked. I'm alright," he said softly, getting to his feet and going to the dresser for a nightshirt. "Would you like your sweats?"

Damon got out of bed and followed Grant, turning the small man around and cupping his face. Lifting Grant's head, he looked into his eyes, "That's not the answer to what I asked, Grant. I've already told you once tonight, that I'd do everything possible to help you. I need to know how bad it is, baby, so I can do that."

He pressed a soft kiss to Grant's mouth. "Don't hide it from me, Injun. I can't help you if you do."

Grant groaned softly as Damon kissed him, his body responding despite the sex they'd just had. Pulling away, he looked down in frustration at his evident erection. "It's bad Damon. I can't recall it being this bad before," he said quietly. "I don't know why."

Sighing, Damon held out his arms to Grant, knowing if he pursued his husband Grant would just keep backing away. "That's all right, Grant. We've dealt with it in the past and we'll deal with it now. Let me help you." He smiled gently at the little man. "We have all night; Pet and I've no intentions of going anywhere."

"I didn't want to come home like this," Grant said softly. "I just wanted to have a quiet night with you without feeling like I was in heat or something. This is worse than when you put that stuff on me to make me go all night." He stepped forward, picking up Damon's hand and pressing it to his cheek.

Slowly, Damon drew Grant into his arms, pressing his body to the smaller man's. "I understand but that's what I'm here for, baby. Better or worse remember. We've been through my worse, now we'll do yours." He kissed the top of Grant's head and rubbed his back slowly, making certain to cover as much skin as possible with each swipe of his hands. "That's my job to take care of you now."

"Thank you," Grant whispered pressing his body against Damon's. If this had been forty years ago, he would have been able to count on Damon recuperating quickly and being ready for another go, but now, Grant knew his husband needed time between rounds. "Would you play with me again tonight?"

Damon grinned and pulled back slightly to look down at his husband. "I can still keep up with you for a bit longer." He took Grant's hand and wrapped it around his prick, moving their hands along his length slowly. "I told you Sev brewed something new and it seems to be working well. I don't know how long it will last but it's yours for now." He didn't mention that he'd gone and seen a Muggle doctor about some things as well.

Grant smiled wickedly, his hand squeezing the length of Damon's cock. "You are so big," he murmured as he dropped to his knees and lapped gently along Damon's shaft, taking his time slurping and nuzzling the erect flesh.

Damon hung his head watching, Grant through narrowed eyes as Grant's mouth moved over his prick. "Look at you, my dirty little Injun. You look good like that, down on your knees, sucking my cock. Right where you should be." He reached down and picked up Grant's braid, pulling the thong from the end and letting the long loose strands go. He swallowed as the hair cascaded around Grant's body, "Fuck, you are beautiful like this."

Grant whimpered as he listened to Damon's gruff voice, so happy that his Master and husband had realized what he needed at the moment. He knew Damon didn't really care for 'belittling' him, but Grant couldn't help it that it got him off something fierce.

Redoubling his efforts, Grant pulled back just enough to wrap his lips around the tip of Damon's prick and swallow him down. Glancing up, he saw how his husband was watching him and moved one hand to between his legs to toy with his slit.

Damon smirked as he watched Grant. "You think you can do something with that? Is it wet, is it slick, Injun? Bet it's not as good as that mouth of yours."

Grant shuddered listening to Damon's voice, humming softly around the flesh in his mouth and throat. Snaking his other hand down, he pulled his small cock up tight to his belly as he shoved the fingers of his other hand into himself.

Damon shook his head. "Didn't think so. It's just as useless as that bit of flesh you think to call a prick. Worthless." he swallowed as he watched Grant. "Good for nothing, not even as decoration."

Letting himself go into that particular headspace, Grant pulled his mouth off of Damon's cock and sat back on the floor, spreading his legs wide as he played with himself. Looking around, he spied the lube Damon had used. "May I use the lube Daddy?" he asked softly, an idea forming in his head.

Damon looked back at the table and then back down at Grant. Taking a step back, he sighed softly and tried to calm himself. "Use our regular, not the stuff Sev brewed and be quick about it, Kitten."

"Thank you Daddy," Grant said as he flipped around and crawled to the nightstand to fetch what they normally used. Going back to where he'd been, Grant assumed his previous position before opening the lube and dipping most of one hand into it.

"Watch Daddy," he murmured as he reached back down between his legs, inserting his fingers into his slit, one after another until he had four inside of himself. Shaking and moaning, he looked up once more at Damon. "Watch."

Folding his thumb in as tight as he could, Grant slowly began to push his whole hand into his body, his body bending and shaking as he worked his hand in to almost the wrist before he began to twist it from side to side.

Damon sucked in a breath as he watched Grant fist himself, groaning as the small hand turned wetly inside of his husband's slit. He smirked then licked his lips, sticking his foot out and rubbing it along side of Grant's fist for a moment. "Well, well, you did find a good use for it, I'm surprised." He adjusted his stance and clapped lazily. "How long can you keep that up? Surely not for too long."

Grant bit his lip and looked up at Damon. "Does Daddy want to use his Kitten?" he asked and then groaned loudly as he tried to push his hand in deeper, his little cunt spasming around it. "Kitten has a tight little hole for Daddy's cock."

Whimpering and whining, Grant brought his knees together while keeping his hand inside of himself and slowly rolled to his belly, bringing his knees up under him while he ground himself down on his hand.

Damon watched, shocked, as Grant rolled on the floor and fucked himself on his fist. In all their time together nothing like this had ever happened and he wondered what just exactly was going on with his little husband.

"Yellow, Grant." Damon bent and picked up Grant, laying him out on the bed. He hated to slow their scene but when Grant was this bad off in his cycle he didn't need to be rushing him to the hospital trying to explain what had happened. "Let me see, baby."

Groaning softly, Grant focussed on Damon's voice and stilled, his hand slipping out of him a little. "Did I do bad?" he asked softly as he waited for Damon to tell him what to do.

Damon shook his head, "Just checking on you, baby. I'm sorry. You scared me. We can continue. You want my hand?"

Grant shook his head. "Will you take my ass? I can do this while you do," he said as he pushed his hand back in, closing his eyes and groaning from the sensations as he did so.

Damon wrapped his hands around Grant's face. "Look at me, Pet. I'll have to take you from behind; it's easier that way. Are you certain you want that?"

Grant nodded, once more rolling carefully to his belly, bringing his knees up under him. He spread his knees wide, giving Damon a perfect view of his cunt stretched around his hand and his tiny pucker. "Hard Daddy, please," he begged softly, his eyes glazing over as he rocked back and forth fucking himself on his hand.

Damon groaned, hard pressed in his decision in choosing to do as his husband asked or just calling the scene off altogether. He shouldn't have bothered really though, he knew what he would do, because this was all for Grant.

Taking a deep breath, he searched Grant's face once more then grabbed the lubricant and slicked his fingers. He climbed up onto the bed and shoved two fingers into Grant's ass, leaning over him to hiss in his ear. "Daddy's Kitten. Nice, tight ass. You are such a slut; can't wait to fuck you."

Moaning loudly, Grant pushed back against Damon's fingers. "Daddy's whore," breathed. The pupils in his chocolate brown eyes were dilated as he stared into nothingness, his head thrown back to expose his throat to his Master. A fine sweat had broken over his body, leaving him slick and shimmering in the low light of the lamp in the bedroom.

Damon rubbed Grant's back adding another finger to his ass at the same time. "That's right, my whore, my slut, my bitch." He pressed a kiss to Grant's tailbone, licking the sweat from his body and smiling at the sweet taste of it. "My chocolate Injun," he murmured fondly.

"I'm so close," Grant panted, his body shaking as he tried to push his hand in deeper as he pushed back on Damon's fingers. "Now... please... in me."

Damon nodded, slicking himself with his other hand as he continued to stretch Grant. Rising up to his knees, he pressed his prick to the opening without removing his fingers. Pulling his fingers from Grant, he slammed into him, hard then grabbed hold of his hips, easing back out and shoving back in again just as hard.

Grant howled, thrashing as much as he could under his husband as Damon held him tightly. "Can I?" he cried out loudly, his twat clenching around his fingers and his small cock twitching and jerking from the pounding he was receiving against his prostate.

Damon growled and nodded. "Yes!" He could feel Grant's body quivering under his fingers and hoped this time it would be enough. "Come for me, Pet!" he thrust harder into Grant, feeling himself ready for release the second time that night in such a short time.

His hips bucking wildly, Grant fucked himself on both Damon's cock and his own hand uncontrollably, screaming out as he felt the hot liquid begin to gush from his slit around his hand. "Daddy!"

Damon gasped as Grant's orgasm splashed over him, the muscles in his body tightening around him, drawing his own orgasm from him. "Grant!"

Grant's arms and legs trembled as he slowly pulled his hand from his body, Damon's comforting weight still covering his back and the man's cock still buried in his ass.

"Oh gods," Grant groaned softly, giving Damon's cock an experimental squeeze with the muscles in his ass. "It's been years since I've done that; I can't believe I'm still that flexible."

Damon grinned and pressed a kiss to Grant's back, groaning softly as Grant's muscles squeezed him tightly. "It was beautiful. You are beautiful," he murmured softly and eased out of Grant then thrust back in forcefully, gripping his slender hips tightly as he began to make love to his husband once more.

Grant's eyes widened and he bit his lip, surprised that Damon still had the stamina to continue. "Damon... what was in that lube?" he asked, arching his back to accept his husband.

Damon chuckled. "It was Sev's Sex Salve and a little blue pill, Pet." He slammed into Grant and growled as he licked the back of Grant's neck, biting his skin gently.

"You went to a Muggle doctor?" Grant asked with a grunt, his body pushed forward on the bed. He had a hard time believing Damon had gone to a Muggle doctor for something to help him achieve an erection.

Damon held still inside of Grant, holding on to his hips, his body shaking from excitement and the drugs. "I wanted to be able to help you." he said softly. "When you told it me was bad, I told Severus I needed something and he told me about the lube. He also brewed me some Pepper-Up. I went to the doc in Wheeling when I went to get you some take out before we came home."

Grant closed his eyes as he thought of the chemical cocktail coursing through his husband's veins. "I'm sorry Damon," he managed softly, wishing now he'd never mentioned how bad the cycle had started out for him. "I don't want you to take any more. I'll be alright."

Damon caressed Grant's back gently and laid kisses across his damp skin. "Don't worry about it Pet. I'm fine. I was kinda honest with the Muggle and he said I'm fine to take it. Really." He pulled out of Grant and thrust back into his husband, groaning at the sensation. "See? I'm ready for you, so ready for you."

Grinding back against Damon's hip bones, Grant moaned softly. "What did you tell him, what is kinda honest Damon?" he asked, struggling to keep himself in check for a few minutes longer before giving over to his body's instinctual drive to procreate.

Damon sighed, "About my health. Had to be or he wouldn't have given me the pills. He just doesn't know I'm a Wizard." He covered Grant again trying to distract him by running his tongue down his spine, digging his fingers into Grant's hips and thrusting against that spot inside his ass. He rubbed the head of his prick back and forth, moaning softly at the effects it was having on himself as well.

Grant's eyes crossed as he tried to form a coherent sentence. "You... you have to be... Oh fuck... You have to be impotent to get them," he growled as he tried to rock his hips to get off.

Damon grunted and pulled out almost all the way, slamming back into his husband hard. "You talk too much," he hissed in Grant's ear. "Just enjoy it my Own, because I'm going to fuck you all night long and in the morning you won't even be able to walk."

Moaning loudly with each thrust of his husband's prick, the pills forgotten, Grant rocked back to meet Damon's body, his head hanging down with his hair tumbling down over the pillows. "Do you want my pussy?" he asked softly, reaching back between his legs to let his finger tips stroke over Damon's heavy balls. "Fill me till your come is running down my legs?"

"Yes," Damon sucked in a breath, continuing to thrust into Grant as the softly spoken words filtered back to him. He groaned, sliding out of his husband and summoned his wand. Casting a quick cleaning spell on himself, he slid into Grant's dripping slit, shouting out at the change in heat and dampness.

It seemed like Grant's body was on fire and the heat seared over him as he pounded into the other man once more. He didn't know if it was the potion, the Muggle drugs he'd taken or just Grant himself but it was burning him inside and out. "Oh gods," he murmured softly leaning down to rain kisses on Grant's back, licking the sweat off his skin.

Grant shuddered, dropping his shoulders and chest to the bed, lifting and tilting his ass to give Damon perfect access to his body. "So hot," he murmured, his cheek against the cool pillow, his fists clenching the sheets. "Harder."

Damon grunted and rose up off of Grant, pulling back on his hips as he thrust forward into him, hands digging into the tanned skin. He panted; felt his heart racing as he pounded into Grant, knowing there would most likely be bruises on both of them in the morning. "Touch yourself my Own," he managed to pant as he slammed into Grant.

Crying out as Damon pounded into him, Grant did as he'd been told and reached between his legs to rub and pinch at his clit and small cock, teasing the tortured flesh until he was bucking and thrashing beneath Damon.

"My cock is so hard," Grant growled, doing something he didn't do often, wrapping his hand around the small member and fisting it roughly, trying to match his strokes with his husband's. He could feel something burning the tender flesh and wondered if he hadn't gotten some of Severus' special lube on himself by accident.

Damon pulled out of Grant, flipped him over and covered him again, sliding back into him hard as he leaned over him. He hooked one of Grant's legs with his am then slammed into him again. Reaching between them, he rubbed Grant's clit as he continued to thrust into him.

Looking down at Grant, he eyed the smaller man. "Love you," he murmured as he worked the other man's body then leaned down and took his mouth and he rocked their hips together harder.

Abandoning his aching cock, Grant wrapped his arms around Damon's shoulders, short nails digging into the older man's back as he began to twitch and spasm under the man's body.

He could feel the sheets dragging at his skin as Damon's powerful thrusts moved them across the large bed, could feel what he knew were going to be friction burns later on and not caring.

Damon groaned into Grant's mouth as he felt the sharp little nails dig into his skin. He thrust harder, grinding into Grant using the large muscles of his legs to push himself into the small man. He hung on to Grant, losing himself in the scent, sounds and sensations of their love making. Not noticing that they were slowly running out of mattress space, he continued to pound into Grant then bent his head to the man's chest, nipping and licking on his skin.

Grant's eyes rolled back as the force of his orgasm hit him, every muscle in his body going taut just as a powerful thrust from Damon pushed him over the edge of the bed.

Instinctively, Grant flung his arms back to catch himself only to hear a sharp crack and feel a searing pain shoot up his right arm. "No!" he yelped as the momentum of Damon's thrusts carried them both over the edge of the mattress and onto the floor.

"Dammit!" Damon rolled off of Grant as they tumbled to the floor, landing hard on his side. Groaning and panting, he crawled over to Grant, "Pet, you all right?" He brushed back Grant's hair and pulled him into his lap, looking him over as he tried to calm himself down. He'd heard Grant yelp and that hadn't sounded good.

"I'll live," Grant panted as he scrambled to his knees, cradling his right wrist to his chest and pushing at Damon with his other hand as he tried to climb back onto his husband. "Lay down."

"Whoa, there Injun." Damon grabbed Grant's waist. "Let me see what happened here." He carefully pulled Grant's am away from his chest and looked at his hand, gently touching and bending his wrist.

"Ow, stop it," Grant hissed, trying to snatch his arm back, a tear sliding down one tanned cheek.

Damon held fast to Grant's arm, shaking his head. "I'm sorry, baby. I won't touch it again." He cupped Grant's face with his other hand and wiped away the tears with his thumb. "You're hurt, Pet. Now be still and let me see. Can you move it on your own?"

Gritting his teeth against the pain, Grant tried moving his hand, wincing as the pain surged up his arm again. "No," he panted, his face paling as he shivered trying to fight the urge to vomit. "It's broke."

Damon shook his head and carefully put Grant on his feet. "All right. Come on then, we're going to the hospital to get it set." He stood and picked up his wand, cleaning them gently and summoning their clothes from the rest of the house.

Looking at Grant, he smiled weakly, "I'm sorry baby. Let me get you a pain potion then I'll help you get dressed."

Grant looked up at Damon and frowned slightly. "Why are you apologizing?" he asked softly, using his good hand to stroke the man's face. "It's going to be alright."

Damon nuzzled Grant's hand. "I know it will be, but I didn't mean to try and kill us." He smiled at his husband and leaned down to press a kiss to his mouth then brushed past him to the bathroom, coming out with the pain numbing potion. "Here you are. It's one of mine so go easy on it, but I figured it would work best since it's stronger."

Grant took the phial, looking down at it pensively for a moment before he brought it to his lips. "Would you just use a charm to mend my wrist? I don't want to go to the hospital. They'll ask questions."

"Grant, it's been years since I've used those spells and I'm not a doctor." Damon eyed him as he went to the dresser to retrieve them some clothes. "Besides, we weren't doing anything wrong. You fell out of bed and that's all they need to know."

"Damon, they'll know what we were doing if I tell them I fell out of bed," Grant muttered, rolling his eyes. "I'd do the spell myself, but I don't know if it would work. Come on Damon, just do them, please?"

Damon pulled on a tee-shirt and some boxers then grabbed some for Grant. Turning to his husband he gave him a look, "No. Come here and get dressed. I'm taking you to the hospital and that's final. I don't care what they think. You are hurt and it needs to be set."

Obeying, Grant went to Damon, still carefully holding his wrist to his chest. "What are we going to tell them?" he asked as he stepped into the boxers his husband held open for him.

Damon pulled the under shorts up Grant's legs and smiled at him. "That I was making love to my husband and broke him."

"Are you sure you want people to know what we were doing?" Grant asked softly, a small smile curving his lips as he thought about what they had just been doing. "They'll probably smell it on me anyhow."

Damon turned and grabbed some soft sweat pants and held them out for Grant. "After this many years, Pet, if they don't know by now then I could care less what they think we get up to. They are going to talk regardless so it doesn't make a bit of difference to me. We know what happened, so fuck them."

He slid the pants up Grant's legs and pressed a kiss to his crotch then stood. He summoned on of his own t-shirts for the small man and held it open for Grant to slide into. "Be careful now."

Grant eyed the tee shirt and shook his head. "I think one of your flannel shirts would work better Damon," he said. In a way he agreed with how Damon thought, but then again, no one would say boo to a mouse in front of the man nor did he have a professional image that had to be maintained.

Damon nodded and put the shirt away, rummaging though the closet until he found one that matched somewhat knowing his husband would fret otherwise. He rolled the long sleeve up and held it out to Grant. "Well, hopefully someone we know will be on call tonight and it won't matter. Besides, it ain't none of their damned business."

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Max looked up from the quiet nurse's station where he was manning his post for the nurse that had gone on her dinner break. He had the ER rotation that night at Blue Ridge and was currently bored out of his mind. Most of the good citizens had listened to the radio pleas to stay home where it was safe, so he'd seen only one case in the past three hours and that was a young woman who had gone into false labour.

Max had sent her up to Maternity for observation and had gone back to his video games. It was going to be a long night.

Hearing the automatic doors to the ER open, Max looked up briefly, seeing no one, he went back to his game. The nurse could deal with it.

Damon looked around the corner then carried Grant into the ER. Spotting Max sitting in a chair, he walked over to the big man and kicked at his feet. "Hey, put your toy down and help a man out." he hissed softly.

Max looked up and then pulled back a bit in surprise. "What the hell?" he asked softly as he got to his feet. "What's going on?"

Damon looked around the room and bent close to Grant as he set him on his feet. "I'll handle this." He looked up at Max. "Hey Max, Grant had an accident coming home this evening. We were unloading his bags and he fell on the back porch. You know how those steps are. I'm not sure, but I think it's broken." He ran his hand over Grant's hair gently, smiling at his husband then looking back at Max. "I brought him in just to make certain."

Max looked at Damon and then down at Grant, noticing the smaller man wouldn't meet his eyes. "Bring him back Damon and I'll take a look at him. You can wait for him in the waiting room," he said as he picked up a clipboard and pointed to a curtained area.

Damon frowned. "Max... you know what time of the year it is. Don't you think it might be best if I stay with him while you fix his arm?"

"Just bring him back Damon, I'll have him back to you good as new in no time," Max said, keeping his tone professional and even. He needed to make sure that all was well with Grant, the fact the small man wouldn't look him in the eye worried him.

Taking a deep breath Damon nodded. Turning to Gant he bent and looked him in the eye, "You'll be all right. I'll be just outside." He shrugged off his jacket and wrapped his around Grant, hoping enough of his scent was on the garment to last Grant for a while. He believed the little man when he'd told him the cycle was bad this time. Grant normally kept things from him but this time he hadn't hesitated so he knew something was wrong.

He carefully led Grant over to the bed Max had indicated, keeping his hand on Grant for as long as possible. Damon looked at Max once more. "Are you certain I can't stay with him?" he asked again, running his hand up and down Grant's back as he helped his husband up onto the bed.

Max looked Damon in the eye and shook his head. "Not at the moment, but I'll bring you back shortly, alright?" he said as he started to pull the privacy curtain around the bed.

Damon scowled and pulled away from Grant as the curtain swept across his feet. Swearing softly, he stomped out to the waiting room, feeling like an ogre, knowing exactly why Max had acted like he had and hating himself and the big healer for a moment as he threw himself into a hard plastic chair to wait.

Grant looked at the swaying curtain and bit his lip. "You didn't have to send him out," he said softly.

Max sighed and turned around to look at Grant. "I did and you know why I did." He pulled out a splint kit from the cabinet and sat down on the stool, holding his hand out to Grant as he looked at him. "Let me see what he did to you," he said softly. "You want to tell me what happened?"

Grant looked at Max, keeping his arm cradled protectively. "He didn't do anything to me. I fell."

Max licked his lips and nodded, eyeing his friend. He took a deep breath and rubbed his face. "Are you certain that's your story? I'm just trying to do my job Grant. You know I have to ask."

Grant knew Max was being honest. Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, he looked down at his wrist. "I fell out of bed during sex."

Max closed his eyes and shook his head. "Dammit Grant, that's a worse excuse than the one before. Look, I know he was angry about you getting lost in England. Tell me right now if he did something to you. Please. I'm trying to help you out and I really don't want to have to call the sheriff but you aren't making this easy on me. Just tell me the truth."

Grant held his injured arm out to Max. "Look for yourself Max. We were having sex and I came off the bed, that's all," he said softly. It was the truth and Max could use a truth serum if he wanted to.

Max stared at Grant for a moment then sighed. "Oh hell, I should have known with you two it would have been something kinky that brought you in here." He carefully unwrapped Grant's arm and hissed softly. The small wrist was swollen and purple, turned at an odd angle and Max shook his head in sympathy.

"Looks like you did it up good, but I'm going to need to X-ray it to make certain." Max looked at Grant. "I'm sorry but I had to ask. I'll get one of the nurses in here with some pain medicine for you and we'll get you fixed up."

Grant tried not to laugh; grimacing as Max gently manipulated his wrist. "Nothing too kinky, I just fell off the bed. I know you had to ask. Would you let Damon come back here now?" he asked hopefully.

Max nodded and stood. "Let me go get him and send for an X-ray tech. Don't move and I'll be right back."

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Several hours later after Grant's wrist was cast and the small man was sedated, Max was sitting in the exam area with the couple; still, no one else had been in that night.

"Merlin, I feel like I'm being paid to do nothing," Max grumbled, dreading the time that was coming that Damon would take Grant home, he'd miss the company. "I could be home right now with my family."

Damon grunted as he ran his hands through Grant's hair. The small man had finally gone to sleep after Max had given him some pain medicine. He looked over at his friend. "How are the kids doing? You know you can bundle them up and come stay with us tonight. There's plenty of room."

"The kids are fine. Allie got there about an hour before my shift, so she probably has them both in bed right now," Max said, a faint smile on his lips as he thought of the way his wife had looked that afternoon with freshly fallen snow in her dark hair and her cheeks reddened from the cold.

Damon stared at Max. "Excuse me? Did you just say Allie? You let her back in the house with those babies? What the hell is going through your head, boy?"

"We talked yesterday Damon. We're going to see a counsellor about this, she's seeing one now," Max said, trying not to be defensive. "They are her kids too, she has every right to see them and be with them."

Damon rubbed his face and looked at him, running a hand through his hair. "I understand that, son but I'm worried about you. She's been so... I can't understand..." he trailed off and looked down at Grant then back at Max. "Look, I know it's not my place to tell you your business but are you certain they are safe with her?"

Max looked away for a moment and nodded. "I put tracing charms on the children before she got there and the wards will alert me if she tries to take them out," he said, hating the fact he'd felt as though he needed to do something like that. Damon was right though, Allie had definitely been off in the past few months.

Damon nodded, his heartbeat slowing some at Max's reassurances but he would be certain to drive by the Sorens's home when he finally left the hospital just to see for himself. "All right and how are you doing with her wanting to see them?"

"I'm glad Damon. I know that you all don't like her too much, at least not much lately, but she's still my wife and she was like the witch I fell in love with yesterday," Max said, trying to explain. "I was talking to Adams this morning and he said she could have been suffering from something hormonal that shifted her behaviour, he was going to see if she'd come into see him this week.”

Damon nodded, completely understanding the position Max was in. Grant's cycles could shift his normally cheerful personality into something completely unrecognizable so he sympathized with the big man. "It's not that we don't like her, son, it's the fact of how she was treating you and the littles. A lot can be forgiven if a change is made and followed through." He looked up and met the man's eyes. "Sincerity and honesty counts in a relationship, Max."

“Yes it does Damon and you should have seen how happy she was to see the kids,” Max said, swallowing the lump in his throat. “How happy she seemed to see me.”

Damon sighed; he'd wait and see, reserving his judgement for later. "I'm glad for you then, if it's what you want and I hope it works out. It's terrible the way young people think marriage is a throw-away thing nowadays." He gently stroked Grant's cheek, and then smoothed the sleepy frown lines from his brow. He looked over at Max again, smiling at him. "You all planning Christmas together or can we still expect you at the house?"

“I don’t know honestly. I had been planning to spend it with you, but let me ask Allie,” he said as he pulled his cell phone from his pocket and dialled his home number.

Allie jumped from where she had been sleeping on the sofa when the phone rang. She sat up and rubbed her eyes, picking up the phone and answering it, "Hello, Sorens residence." She got up and padded to the first bedroom, leaning in the room to peer in, checking on Sarah as she slept.

“Hey Allie, it’s me... Max. How are things going? Are you all staying warm enough?” Max asked, cursing himself for sounding like an idiot.

Allie chuckled softly and closed Sarah's door softly, walking down the hall to Max's room to check on the baby. "Hello Maxwell. We're fine. I'm checking on the children now." She peeked into the large room, smiling as she saw the child curled up with his bottom in the air. Checking the clock on the bedside table, she turned and walked out back toward the living room, making her way into the kitchen; it was almost time for Max's bottle. "Shouldn't you be working? Stitching someone back together or something? Saving the world from drunks and disorderlies," Laughing, she pulled down a can of formula and a bottle from the cabinet.

Max chuckled at his wife’s words. “Actually it’s been really quiet tonight. Saw a woman and sent her up to maternity and set a wrist. I didn’t wake you, did I?” he asked as he glanced down at his watch and noticed the time.

"You did but that's all right. I had set my cell to go off in a few minutes, I'm making little Max's bottle right now." Allie dumped the powder in the bottle, and then grabbed some water from the fridge, carefully measuring out the pure water into the baby bottle then screwing on the nipple top. She shook it vigorously for a moment then tapped it with her wand, heating it gently.

Wedging the phone between her shoulder and her ear, she tested the temperature on her wrist and nodded, putting the bottle on the counter to cool for a moment before going to wake the baby. "I'm glad you are having an easy night." She hesitated a moment then continued. "I've missed you."

Max felt his face warm and turned away a little from where Damon was sitting with Grant. “I’ve missed you as well. Can I ask you a question Al?”

Allie flushed. "I will not have phone sex with you while you are at work, Max. But other than that go right ahead." She giggled and picked up the bottle, shaking and testing it again then nodding; it was the right temperature now. She walked into the living room then headed for the bedroom to get the baby.

Max snorted in surprise. “No Al! Not that, not after the last time,” he teased gently as he listened to the sounds from his home of her puttering around as if nothing bad had ever happened.

“I was going to ask about Christmas and if you had plans.”

Allie laughed softly, shaking her head as she pushed open the door, setting the bottle down and gently waking her son. She settled him on the changing table, smiling down at him as he stared at her with his big blue eyes while she changed his diaper. "I haven't really thought about it, why?"

Buttoning his sleeper back up around the new diaper, she cradled him in her arms and offered him the bottle, grinning again as he latched on to the nipple and began sucking heartily. She settled down on the sofa, gently running a finger over his forehead as he drank, just watching him watch her as he ate. "Would you like me to spend it with you and the children?"

“Yeah, I’d like that. Do you think you might be up to visiting at Damon and Grant’s for a little while on Christmas day? You know, like we used to,” Max said, wishing that no one else was there to hear his conversation.

Allie arched an eyebrow as she listened to Max. "I would love to spend the day with you and the children. I suppose if you would like to see Damon and Grant, we could, if you are certain that we are welcome."

“Damon’s here, he just asked. That was one of the reasons I called, to see what you thought about it,” Max said, not thinking about the implied information he’d just given his wife.

"Why is Damon at the hospital? He's not hurt, is he?" Allie asked curiously as she pulled the bottle from Max's mouth, lifting him to her shoulder to burp him. "I heard Margaret talking about him helping to plough out roads in town today. Tell him I said thank you for that as well as the invite."

“No, he’s alright, he brought Grant in. I’ll tell him,” Max said as he shifted in his chair. “I should be home in an hour or so, maybe sooner, depends on when the next guy gets here. Want to have a late supper or early breakfast with me? I’ll cook.

Allie frowned. "What happened to Grant?" She wondered if Damon had done something to the small man then returned her attention to the baby in her arms, smiling at him when he belched and cooed. She cradled him again, returning the bottle to him mouth. "I'll cook. I promised Sarah, I'd make her Mickey pancakes for breakfast this morning, if that's all right with you? I didn't know how long you'd be working."

Max made a face, grimacing as he realized what he’d done. “Slipped on some ice Al, that’s all,” he said quickly, not wanting to look at Damon. “I’ll let you finish feeding the baby. Call me if you need anything, okay?”

"Sure he did," Allie muttered. "I bet he had some help on the way down as well." She smiled at little Max. "All right, Maxwell. I will and be careful driving home. Bye."

Max ended the car and turned back to the older couple. “I’m sorry Damon; I didn’t ask if it was alright if Allie came along at Christmas. I guess I just assumed since we’ve always been there as a family,” he said feeling awkward under the other man’s gaze.

Damon just stared at Max for a moment, not certain what to say to the man. He took a deep breath before speaking. "I don't mind her coming to join us at Christmas but I do not appreciate being the subject of gossip, Max." His voice was soft and low but firm as he spoke, trying to keep his temper and not wake his husband. "I understand she's your wife but I also know you are a doctor and things like that should be kept private."

“You’re right Damon. I shouldn’t have mentioned your name. I wasn’t thinking,” Max said as he looked away for a moment. “Maybe it would be best if we didn’t bother you all this year.”

Damon carefully gathered his husband up into his arms and stood, looking down at Max, trying not to say anything that would irrevocably change their friendship. "You are welcome at anytime Max, you know that. Just have a care next time. There are some in this town that would love it to have proof to what you think you suspect."

“I had to ask Damon, you know that. I had to ask,” Max said softly, wishing now that he had never been on call that night.

Damon sighed. "I know you did and I'm all right with that now. What I'm not all right with is you telling Allie." He shook his head. "It's over and done with now, Max."

Max looked at Damon for a moment, choosing his words before he spoke. “Damon... you brought your husband in after he took a spill on the ice on the back porch. He broke his wrist in two places. Both were clean breaks. I put him in a cast to stabilize the joint until the potions I’ve prescribed have taken full effect. Due to his age, I would advise the next three weeks in the cast.”

Damon winced again at hearing the diagnosis; another reason for Grant having to be sedated. He had not been happy to hear that Max wouldn't be able to fix the break with his wand. After screaming at the two of them at the top of his lungs for fifteen minutes, Grant had allowed Max to set and cast his wrist. He'd held his husband, helped shoved the potions down his throat and watched as they took effect while Max had carefully wrapped Grant's arm in plaster. It had been a very long night for everyone.

He sighed and nodded. "Thank you, Max. I appreciate all your help tonight."

“You’re very welcome. If you want, I can write a prescription for something when he starts itching,” Max said as he stood to walk them out.

Damon nodded. "Thank you again, Max." he looked at the big man and smiled at him. "I hope everything works out with you and Allie. She really is welcome at Christmas if you can keep her in line." He wanted to have their family together, seeing as they'd all be there for once.

“Please tell Grant I’m sorry when he wakes up,” Max said. “You might want to see how he feels about having Allie there before we just show up.” He held the door open for Damon and peered into the night. “By the way, she wanted me to thank you for working on the roads today.”

Damon nodded and smiled. "All in a day's work, man. All in a day's work. You be careful going home."