How Severus Spends His Summer Hols

Severus watched Harry, a smile on his face while his husband set about unpacking the holiday baubles they'd brought back from the Wolffe's. Damon hadn't let them leave without insisting they take a box of decorations to start things off. "Have you found anything you like Harry?" Severus asked, leaning forward in his chair to stroke some of the younger man's hair back from his face.

Harry leaned into Severus' fingers, his hand paused halfway as he reached into the tote, pulling out a wrapped object. He hummed. "Not certain just yet. There's some beautiful figurines here though."

Severus nodded as he looked at the things Harry had already unwrapped; delicate angels and snowmen, crystal bells and Santas, all things Grant had squirreled away. "He's collected things for years Harry. Somewhere in their attic, there are several boxes of things he brought home from the Orient as well. The man is a packrat," he laughed.

Harry nodded as he unwrapped a brass sleigh with the reindeer attached by little chains and set that aside as well. He looked up at Severus and bit his lip. "Husband... this is all very nice and I'm thankful to Grant for allowing us to borrow it but...," he stopped and bowed his head for a moment then looked back up at Severus. "Would it be wrong to say that I'd like for us to pick out something that's just ours?"

"No Harry, not at all. I think it would be a nice tradition for our family to have our own decorations. I think Damon wanted to make sure Grant saw that he did send something with us," Severus said softly, stroking a thumb over Harry's lips. "Leave that and I'll repack it in the morning, but it might be nice if we used one piece perhaps?"

Harry nodded and licked Severus' thumb with the tip of his tongue then sucked it into his mouth, moaning softly around the digit. He slid it in and out of his mouth a few times; closing his eyes and moaning softly then kissed the tip and grinned at his husband. "Yes Sir. Which piece would you like to keep?"

"That angel there, I've always liked it," Severus said, nodding at the piece he meant. "It's one of the first ones Damon gave him when they became a couple and he discovered Grant liked the holiday." He definitely had plans for his Harry once all the breakables were safely out of harm's way.

Harry nodded. He'd thought the sandstone angel was beautiful as well. Picking up the figurine in question he carefully heaved his body off the sofa and stepped over the other collectables, waddling carefully to the fireplace. He placed her in the centre of the mantel and turn to look at Severus. "How about here with some fairy lights and some white fluff around her? Not much but just a little and she can be the centrepiece."

Severus nodded, he really didn't care, he just liked the angel. "That will be fine Harry. Before I forget, were you wishing to decorate the shop as well?" he asked, leaning back on the sofa and stretching his arms over his head.

Harry looked down at his feet and back at Severus. He left the angel on the mantle and padded over to Severus, sitting down and snuggling into his side. "I don't mind decorating the shop if you still want me to. I think we've enough lights left over to do the front window."

Harry looked up at his husband, watching him as he stretched and then shrugged his shoulders. "Are you tired Husband?" he asked softly, running a hand over the man's chest.

"A bit I suppose. Snow is heavier than it looks Harry," Severus said with a chuckle, catching Harry's hand in his own and bringing it to his lips so he could kiss the younger man's fingertips.

The roads had been mostly clear when they'd driven home from town, but it had started snowing again and Severus knew he'd end up out clearing a path for Harry and the dogs shortly. Normally he would have picked up his wand and simply cast a spell, but when he'd tried that earlier in the day, the amount of snow had doubled and then quadrupled before he could cancel the charm. And he'd still had to shovel it.

"Would you still like to go for supper Sunday?" Severus asked, watching Harry fuss with the small figurine on their mantle.

He pulled one of Severus's arms down around him and threaded their fingers together. "I... I want to be there for Grant. He was there for me at the Burrow but I'm scared for him as well."

Pressing a kiss to Harry's forehead, Severus pulled him over to sit on his lap. "I think it will be alright Harry. Damon is seeking help for Grant. This Richard Montgomery fellow is supposed to be the best," he murmured getting more comfortable where he sat.

"Grant knows you mean well, he's simply not himself right now. Perhaps the normal routine of a family dinner will help him," he suggested, bending his head down and nipping at Harry's shoulder. "How are you feeling?"

"Oh okay. Then, sure, we should still go." Harry closed his eyes and leaned against Severus, licking his lips and moaning softly. "I feel pretty good right about now," he breathed and ran a hand up Severus's arm to thread his fingers in Severus's hair. He squirmed slightly on Severus's lap, trying to get closer to his husband. "And you, Husband?"

Smiling to himself, Severus ran his hands up under Harry's shirt, letting his fingers caress the pale skin of his husband's pregnant belly. "I think you feel good as well," he chuckled, his lips close enough to Harry's ear that his breath stirred the stray hairs along the younger man's neck.

Harry shivered and pressed his belly into Severus's hand. He laughed softly, flushed and boldly answered him. "I'm glad you like it, Husband, because you feel good on me. I'd like to feel more of you."

"You would?" Severus teased, moving his hands to Harry's hips and pulling him back closer to him. "My knee wouldn't mind some attention if you would like to feel it."

Harry grinned and ran his other hand down Severus's leg, caressing his leg through his jeans then digging his nails into Severus's knee. "Just your knee? There's nothing else that needs attention?" He gently tightened his fist in Severus's hair, carefully pulling on the dark strands then let go and massaged his scalp.

Growling softly, Severus grabbed Harry's hand and put it on his waist band. "I would assume that you'd find something else to play with, brat," he chided gently and rubbed his fingers over Harry's.

Harry fingered the top of Severus's jeans and smirked. "Just following orders, Husband." He tipped his face up and offered his mouth to Severus, licking his bottom lip slowly as he ran his hand carefully around to the button on Severus's jeans and trailed his nails along the zip. "Although if there is something else My Sir would like me to find I can certainly search it out."

Raising a brow, Severus looked at Harry and chuckled evilly. "Let's see how creative you can be with my knee first," he said, moving his hand down to cup Harry's groin, his fingers splayed over the quiescent prick and balls.

Harry groaned and thrust into Severus's hand, wishing again that his prick was hard for Severus to show him just how aroused he was. He spread his legs across Severus's knee and leaned his stomach to the side of Severus's leg, pushing his arse in the air for Severus. He ran his hands over Severus's knee, foundling it and clinging to his leg, trying not to fall off as he pressed a kiss to the denim clad leg.

"Stand up Harry," Severus instructed, gently pushing the young man from his lap and helping him to his feet. "Strip for me and show me what you can do on my knee."

He smirked and raised an eyebrow to his husband as if in a challenge. "I'm waiting Harry."

Harry stepped a few paces away from his husband and slowly slid the over robe from his shoulders, dropping it to the floor gracefully. He smirked at Severus, turned around and reached behind himself, unzipping the robe in the back then dropped his arms to his sides.

The under robe slid to the floor and Harry wrapped his arms over his stomach, looked over his shoulder at Severus then smiled as he turned around. He slid his hands away from his stomach, down his thighs and framed his crotch even though he couldn't see it any longer.

Stepping forward, Harry bent, reaching between his legs for his small prick and sat on Severus's knee. He spread his own legs wide across Severus's and with his cock lying along Severus' leg, he thrust his hips forward, riding and rubbing Severus's knee against his cozy.

Severus leaned back and bounced his knee a little as Harry rubbed himself over the denim. "You're getting wet Harry, does it feel good?" he asked, his hands running over his husband's thighs, his thumbs making small circles on the insides of this knees as he stroked the soft skin.

Harry leaned forward some and gripped Severus's thigh to keep his balance, and thrust harder against his knee. He closed his eyes, licked his lips and moaned softly. "Not as good as you would, Sir."

"Do you think you will be able to come like that Harry? Do you think you can rub yourself off?" Severus murmured, his eyes fastened to Harry's body, his hands moving up to tease the man's nipples, pinching and pulling at them gently.

Harry groaned as Severus's fingers pulled at his skin. "Might but I'd rather have you in me Severus, please." He moved his hips a bit faster just in case Severus did want to see him come this way and moaned again.

Severus raised a brow once more as he listened to his submissive. It seemed as if the younger man was being a bit demanding. "If you are not enjoying the activities, we can always cease and do something differently," he said, pulling Harry's nipples sharply.

Harry sucked in a breath and opened his eyes, looking up at Severus for a moment then back down at his leg. "Yes Sir." he bowed his head and moved his hips faster along Severus's knee, biting his lip as he rocking back and forth.

Severus pulled his hand from Harry's body and crossed his arms over his chest. "Stop Harry. Get up."

Harry froze and eased himself off of Severus's knee. He stood in front of Severus with his head bent, hands splayed out in front of him, framing himself for Severus. "Yes Sir."

Getting to his feet, Severus looked down at Harry and then walked from the living room to the bedroom, leaving the small man standing there. "Stay Bit."

Harry swallowed and stood still, not moving as he waited for Severus to return. He didn't understand what had happened. He'd not done anything different than the last time they'd had sex. He sucked in a breath and bit his lip, trying not to cry as his emotions got the best of him while he stood there wondering what he'd done wrong to displease Severus.

Severus stood in the doorway of the living room, a light leather flogger in one hand as he watched Harry from behind. His small husband was exceptionally handsome and now that he was carrying their child, Harry was next to irresistible.

Harry had been hinting for some time that he wanted to step up some of their activities, to push himself further in what they were doing and what he was experiencing. While Harry had been away, Severus had borrowed several items from Damon's well stocked dungeon, one of them being the flogger he now had in his hand.

"Spread your legs Harry and get a solid stance," Severus instructed as he walked up behind the man and ran the tip of the leather handle down his spine before bending to press a kiss at the nape of Harry's neck.

Harry gasped but automatically did as asked. He swallowed hard and breathed heavily out his nose as he spread his legs. He flattened his feet and curled his toes into the carpet for a moment then relaxed and waited on Severus. "Yes Sir," he murmured softly, hoping his voice was clear and free of tremors.

Nodding to himself in approval, Severus let the arm that was holding the flogger move away from his side and swing gently to and fro, the falls wrapping and unwrapping harmlessly around Harry's leg. "Do you know what this is Pet?" Severus asked softly as he brought the flogger up, trailing the falls along the backs of the younger man's thighs and buttocks.

Harry nodded. "Y-yes Sir." He swallowed again, closed his eyes and licked his lips as the soft suede falls tickled the backs of his legs. He shifted again, setting his feet and making certain he was steady. Merlin, how long had it been since Severus had taken a flogger to him? He couldn't even remember the last time and groaned quietly in anticipation.

"Would you like this to be used on you tonight Harry? You may say no and we'll continue with no consequence," Severus said softly as he wrapped one arm around the man's chest and held him for a moment.

Harry leaned against Severus, drawing strength from him and nodded. "Please, Sir. It's... safe right? I mean... I want to but I think I need something else to keep my balance please."

"We'll keep it gentle Harry, I promise, you will be fine," Severus said to reassure the man and then looked around the room, smiling as he saw the perfect spot next to the fireplace. Harry would stay warm and the wall there had nothing adorning it to get in the way.

"Go stand by the hearth and place your hands on the wall. Tell me if you will be warm enough there," Severus instructed, drawing his arm back from Harry and putting his hands on his hips to watch the younger man.

Harry moved to the spot Severus had indicated, leaning forward as instructed, splaying his hands against the wall and spreading his feet. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, bowing his head and closing his eyes as he got ready to go into his head space. His entire body vibrated with need and desire and he couldn't wait to feel the falls across his skin.

The radiant heat from the fireplace warmed his palms through the wall and his side from the stones of the hearth and he sighed once more, curling his toes into the floor then relaxing. "It's warm enough, Sir. I'm ready when you are Husband."

Stepping up to just behind Harry, Severus tucked the flogger under one arm and let his fingers drop lightly on the smaller man's back. Fingertips tracing each scar, Severus placed reverent kisses along the smaller mans' shoulders before letting his hands trail down at cup Harry's arse cheeks.

"Did you know that you are beautiful?" Severus breathed, his hands gently kneading and massaging the round globes of flesh, pulling the cheeks apart to expose Harry's pucker again and again as he thought about sinking into the younger man. "You are beautiful stretched around my cock."

Harry moaned and curled his fingers against the wall, pushing his bum back into Severus's hands. "Only for you and only on your prick, Sir." He licked his lips, still waiting to feel the leather against his skin or whatever else Severus had planned for him. His body throbbed in desire and he moaned softly again.

Chuckling, Severus took several steps back and the flogger from under his arm. "Ready yourself Pet," he said, swinging the leather back and forth through the air, listening to the soothing swish of the falls before bringing it up on one swing and swatting the under curve of his husband's arse and then doing it twice more putting enough force into it to pink the pale skin.

Harry jumped at the first swat on his bottom then groaned at the thud of the next two. The sounds of the leather whirling through the air soothed him just as much as the impact of the falls. He hung his head further down and sighed, "Thank You, Husband."

He flexed his toes and fingers, slowly sinking into his headspace as he focused on letting go of everything.

Imparting several more strikes on Harry's bottom, Severus paused for a moment to run his fingertips over the heated skin, pinching and pulling at the soft flesh before sinking his thumb into the young man's cozy and thrusting in and out for a moment.

Harry gasped and brought his head up, sucking in a breath as Severus's hands played over his skin. He bent his knees and rocked down on to the finger that entered him, crying out softly. "Oh gods yes! Please!"

Pulling his thumb from Harry, Severus smiled and stepped back, this time bringing the flogger down sharply on the man's shoulders and upper back. "How does that feel Pet?" he asked over the sound of the leather hitting the man's skin.

Harry whinged when Severus removed his fingers from him but hissed as the leather thudded over his back. He arched his back and hung his head, sighing and moving his feet, steadying himself again. "More please Sir!"

Steadily and methodically, Severus proceeded to flog Harry, varying each strike in intensity and location from the backs of his thighs to the tops of his shoulders, all the while murmuring encouragement and praise as the man shook and shuddered under the assault.

Stopping, Severus threw the flogger to the side and then stepped up behind Harry, one arm encircling his belly while his other hand thrust between his legs roughly. "I think you enjoyed this Pet," he purred as he toyed with the wet flesh he found.

Harry cried out, nearly sobbing as Severus's fingers played with him. He leaned back against his husband, letting him support his weight as he sagged against him. "Yes! Yes Sir, boy did!" He rocked and bent his knees trying to get more of Severus's fingers inside of himself. His back was warmed and relaxed, his body aroused and he wanted Severus so much. "Need you Husband... want you so much!"

"You've earned a reward Harry," Severus purred as he lazily stroked Harry's cozy and limp cock. "Would you like to know what it is?"

Harry tried to thrust his hips into Severus's hand and nodded. "Pleasepleaseplease," he begged.

Severus pulled his hand away for a moment. "Focus Harry," he admonished gently. "You may pick the position we make love in tonight."

Harry panted and hung his head for a moment. He swallowed hard and let himself be held by Severus. "Yes Husband," he whispered softly and licked his lips. "I... I'm sorry. I just... just need you. Need you in me." He looked up at Severus, breathing gently. "Anyway you'd like me is how I want you to have me, Severus, so long as you come in me."

Severus listened to Harry speak and frowned for a moment, perhaps the flogging hadn't been a good idea that evening. "I fear I owe you an apology Harry," he said softly as he twined their fingers and led the smaller man to their bedroom. "I've neglected you."

Nudging the smaller man's hips, Severus manoeuvred him onto the bed and onto his side before lying down next to him and summoning their lube to him. "Tell me what you think would feel the best for you."

Harry shook his head, "No, you've not neglected me, Severus." He touched his husband running his hands along his body, fingers working at his clothing and trying to remove it to get to his skin. "What we did... there in the living room, was bloody fantastic. I want to do it again sometime." He smiled at his husband, rolling over and pulling at Severus's shirt. "Right now, I just need your body, your touch, your skin and your come. I think. I don't know why. I just feel that it's right."

Severus nodded, pulling back enough to let Harry pull his shirt from his waistband before working it over his head. "You shall receive what you need Harry, every bit of it," he breathed as he worked at his jeans, undoing them and wriggling them off without getting up from the bed. His thick prick twitched as the air touched it and he chuckled, thinking of how good Harry was going to feel wrapped around him.

Harry sucked in a breath as he watched Severus pull off his jeans. He reached out and ran his hand up Severus's leg, closing his eyes as he leaned in and stretched out beside Severus. He pressed his face to Severus's thigh and kissed the pale skin, running his tongue up to his hip and inhaled his husband's scent. "This..." he sighed again and kissed a small scar near the dark curls above Severus's prick, "is what I needed."

Threading his fingers in Harry's hair, Severus gently guided the younger man's mouth to his shaft. "Is it Harry? How badly do you need it?" he asked, his voice deep and gravely as his fingers tightened in his sub's hair.

Harry wrapped his hands around Severus's prick and squeezed it gently. He hummed softly as he watched a small bead of fluid well up at the top and he licked his lips. "Yes Sir. It's become something of a necessity that I have it often as possible," he murmured and leaned closer carefully running his tongue over the top of Severus's prick, clearing away the drop. He sighed and licked him again, wrapping his lips around the apple head and moaning around it as he began to suck firmly on Severus's flesh.

Severus groaned loudly as he thrust into Harry's mouth, the feel of the scrape of the younger man's teeth adding an edge to the sensations. "You should have all you need Harry. I want to see you walking around here with my come dripping down your thighs and drying on your chin," he growled. "Watch you spread your legs to take me at my word."

Fists clenched in Harry's hair, Severus held his head and fucked his mouth for several long moments, grunting and growling at the feelings he was getting and the way Harry looked with his lips stretched so wide.

Harry grunted right along with Severus, trying to suck and swallow around Severus's prick as it was thrust in and out of his mouth. Fuck! How long had it been since Severus had treated him like this? He loved it, had missed it and had craved it for so long.

He scrambled to his knees as Severus held his head, trying to bend his neck so he could take Severus further back into his throat. Severus had just about worked his gag reflex out of him but he wanted to feel the slide of that prick along his tongue and even further back. To feel Severus's release slipping down his throat as he swallowed him down. He moaned around Severus's prick and opened his eyes looking up at Severus, silently begging him to come just so he could taste him.

"Do you think you're going to take it all, you little slut?" Severus crooned, smoothly working his hips and sliding in and out of Harry's wet mouth, each thrust pushing just a little deeper as he waited for the younger man's gag reflex to kick in and smiling when it didn't.

Harry moaned loudly around Severus's prick, sucking back the saliva as Severus pulled out of his mouth some and swallowed quickly. He clenched his fingers in the bed sheets as he listened to Severus's voice purring softly to him and it tightened something in his body, making his cozy tingle and throb.

Holding Harry's head between both hands, Severus thrust twice more and then pulled out from between his lips, one hand twisting almost cruelly in the other man's hair as he turned him to face the mirror on the dresser.

"Look at yourself Harry," Severus growled, bending down to bite at his husband's ear. "Look at your face, look how wet and swollen your mouth is."

Harry licked his lips and moaned softly as he opened his eyes, blinking to focus on himself in the mirror. "Your slut," he murmured and reached up to collect the rest of the wetness from his face then licked off his palm, trying to get a taste of Severus in the dampness.

Picking up his wand from where he'd left it on the nightstand, Severus spelled the mirror to move to be level with the bed and Harry's gaze. "Keep your glasses on, little one," he murmured, carefully rolling Harry to sit between his legs and face the mirror.

"Do you see yourself?" he asked, running one hand over Harry's swollen belly before moving up to pinch and pull at his nipples again.

Harry nodded and arched his back, pushing his stomach and chest into Severus's hand as he watched them in the mirror. "Severussss," he hissed softly. "Please."

Putting his arms around Harry, Severus grabbed the younger man behind the knees, lifting his legs up and out, putting him on display in the mirror. Draping Harry's legs over his, Severus reached both hands between the man's legs, one cupping and gently squeezing his cock and balls while the other spread the lips of his cozy.

"Touch yourself Harry," he murmured, his lips next to Harry's ear as he manipulated the small prick in his hand.

Harry hung his head and took a deep breath, reaching down to touch himself as Severus had asked. He slowly ran his fingers over the wet skin, hissing softly. He pressed gently against his clit then moved down again, stroking himself.

Watching for a moment, Severus pressed a kiss to Harry's shoulders and moved his hands to caress the man's belly. "I wanted you to see how beautiful you are. My angel," he murmured, carefully leaning over with the man in his arms until they were both lying on the bed spooning, his erection pressing against Harry's back.

"Move your leg forward a little for me, love," Severus instructed, one hand moving to guide his small husband. "I want to be in you now."

Finally! Harry sighed and bit his lip, nodding his head as he reached down and pulled his leg up for Severus. "Yes, Severus, please. Need you in me." He let go of his leg long enough to place his hand behind him and touched Severus, caressing his skin with his fingertips.

Hearing the note of exasperation in his husband's voice, Severus bit his tongue, taking Harry's hand and moving it to rest on his hip. With one hand he grasped his cock and eased it between the folds between the other man's legs, sheathing himself in several slow thrusts.

Harry sucked in a breath and moaned long and low in his throat, pushing back on to Severus. "Oh gods, yes. Thank you Severus, thank you," he murmured as he rocked his hips on Severus's prick. "Please come, please come," Harry muttered softly over and over again.

Holding Harry's hip with one hand, Severus began thrusting deep into his husband, speeding up his thrusts to reach orgasm quickly. He wasn't deaf, he could hear what his little Harry was muttering.

Almost angrily, feeling as though Harry would rather be doing something else with his time, Severus grit his teeth and grunted with each thrust, his hand moving to pull Harry's knee up more. "I'll be done soon."

Harry gasped and moaned loudly, clawing at the bed sheets as Severus thrust harder into him, "Oh Merlin yes!" His orgasm hit him like a freight train as Severus slammed into him and he screamed suddenly, his body tightening as fluid gushed out of him unexpectedly.

Closing his eyes and breathing through the desire to flip the small man over and pound into him as Harry came, Severus growled loudly and then buried himself as deep as he could before losing his control and filling the contracting channel with his seed.

After a few moments of breathing heavily to recover, Severus rolled away and sat up, picking up his wand and waving it at the mirror to replace it where it belonged before he got to his feet.

Harry felt it immediately when Severus came and calmed. He lay panting on the bed afterwards, too tired to do anything else. He whimpered softly when Severus moved away from him and left the bed. Carefully dragging his body up, he looked at his husband, watching him as he replaced the mirror. "Severus?"

Severus turned to look at his small husband and felt a pang of regret in his chest. Sitting back down on the edge of the bed, he stroked Harry's side. "Are you alright Harry?" he asked softly.

Harry leaned into Severus's hand, pulling it to his mouth. He pressed a kiss to each one of the long stained fingers then to Severus's palm and nodded. "More than all right, Husband. Thank you." He looked up at Severus and sighed softly, resting his head in Severus's hand. "I enjoyed that very much. Did you?"

Severus nodded, bringing his other hand up to stroke Harry's hair. "I'm glad you were pleased," he murmured, sitting still for a moment longer before shifting to stand back up. "I'm going to let the dogs out."

Harry immediately felt the loss of Severus's warmth when he moved away. He looked up at Severus, frowning slightly. "All right," he said softly and heaved himself to his feet. "I'll just clean up in here then." He bit his lip and looked around at the bed, trying to figure out what had happened and wondered why he felt so bereft all of the sudden.

Severus paused in the doorway, his dressing robe in his hand. "Would you like a snack Harry? Are you alright?"

Harry nodded as he bent and picked up the pillows, tossing them to the floor in a pile. "Not very hungry, thank you Sir." he murmured. He pulled at the sheet and bit his lip again, trying not to cry as his eyes began to water suddenly. He swiped at his face, cursing his hormones softly.

Seeing the tears, Severus was back at Harry's side in an instant, his arms wrapping around the younger man. "Talk to me love," he murmured, sitting down on the side of the bed and pulling Harry down onto his lap. "What is it?"

Harry sucked in a big breath and turned his face to Severus's chest. Severus's release had been running down his legs and he felt it slid along his thighs as he was pulled down onto his husband's lap. He let out a wail and the tears flowed once more as Severus's arms wrapped around him. "You hh-hate me! I... I'm ccc-changing and not... me anymore. You were going... going to leave..." he cried out and rubbed his face against Severus's chest then slapped his palms against his pecs as well. "Ddd-didn't hhh-old me."

Eyes widening in shock and surprise, Severus pulled Harry closer to him and rocked him slowly. "Where did you get that nonsensical idea brat? Hmmm? You'll always be my Harry," he murmured, trying to sooth the pregnant man.

Harry curled his hands into a fist and hit Severus lightly again then cried some more, rubbing his face against Severus chest once more. "I don't know!" He sucked in a hitching breath and blew it out, panting and trying to calm down as he was rocked. His body hummed as he was surround by his husband's scent and skin and he snuggled into him. "Needed you like this too," he murmured. "And you left me."

Severus closed his eyes and wondered where his somewhat level headed husband had gone and when this emotional creature had taken his place. "Harry, I thought you were wanting me to hurry and finish," he said slowly, wondering after he said it if he should have kept his mouth shut.

Harry looked up at Severus and blinked, wiping a hand at his face and underneath his glasses. "I... I did but I didn't mean it like that." He frowned and shook his head. "That doesn't sound right. It's hard to explain, Husband. I just felt like I needed to have you come inside me. It was this... pressing urge suddenly. Like... like, I had to have it or I was going to combust or something if I didn't feel it rushing inside of me." He looked up at Severus then down at his lap again. "That doesn't make any sense, I know but it just felt that way and it didn't matter how I got it I just needed it some way."

Severus sighed and shifted Harry on his lap. "Then perhaps until you are feeling better, there oughtn't to be anything extra happening. We will keep things simple so as not to put you in any distress, alright?" he asked, running his fingers through Harry's fringe and then pressing a kiss to his forehead.

Harry closed his eyes and hummed softly as Severus's lips pressed against his skin. Severus's nails ran lightly across his scalp and he purred, snuggling into Severus, feeling warm and safe again. He sighed and ran his hands over Severus's chest, pressing his lips to the pale skin. "I really did enjoy the flogging, Husband and how you were when you were fucking my mouth," he said quietly. "I don't want to go back to being treated like glass, Severus."

He looked up at his husband. "I need that as well. Please."

Severus took a breath, trying to find a way that would give them both what they needed, and sighed as he realized he didn't think it was possible. "You'll need to let me know what you are in the mood for Harry, at least for now," he said tucking Harry's head under his chin. "I apologize for making you wait."

Harry sighed and squeezed Severus's arm. "Thank you, Husband, I didn't mean for you to feel like that was all I wanted you for. I'm sorry I got boogies all over your chest and became an emotional girl again."

"It's alright Harry, the ingredients I work with are much worse," Severus said, giving the man a small smile. "Are you alright now?" He looked into the green eyes and waited.

Harry smiled at him and nodded. "Better now. Yes, I think so." he frowned slightly and bit his lip. "Husband...do you think what's wrong with Grant is... can it happen early?"

"Are you meaning the irrationality?" Severus asked, considering Harry's question. He certainly hoped Harry was not going to begin acting like Damon's small husband, he wasn't certain if he could handle it.

Harry nodded. "Among other things. It seems like every time I'm around Grant; we just seem to bounce off each other, I guess is what I'm trying to say. I just wondered if whatever was wrong with him was contagious. Or maybe it's just the pregnancy? Look how Ali acted."

"I think you may be right, that it is the pregnancy hormones that are feeding into this as well as the hormonal cycle your body is experiencing with the Fleymann's. If you like, we will speak to Doctor Montgomery about your concerns," Severus said, making mental note to contact the man no later than tomorrow morning.

Harry nodded and snuggled into Severus's chest. "I'd like that and thank you, Severus." He sighed softly and stroked his husband's chest looking up at him for a moment and licking his lips. "Can we take a bath now? As much as I wanted to have you in me, it's rather uncomfortable having you stuck to me now." he chuckled slightly and tried to pulled his leg apart from Severus's, grimacing as their skin clung together.

Making a face, Severus lifted Harry from his lap and set him on his feet. "Go on and start your bathwater Harry, I do need to let the dogs out before they destroy something," he chuckled, gently swatting the man's bottom as he got to his feet as well.

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Allie sighed as she picked up the baby bottle and shook it, then pushed her way into the living room. She gasped and froze as she saw Sarah on the sofa with Little Max. Somehow her daughter had gotten the baby out of his bouncer then climbed up onto the sofa. Max was sprawled out on Sarah's lap, his little feet kicking wildly. Sarah had one hand on his stomach and was looking down at him as the baby looked up at her. She swallowed hard and took a step forward. "Sarah, sweetie, what are you doing?"

Sarah looked up at her mother and smiled. "I'm helpin' Bubba. He dinna like his chair." She ran her hand over the baby's hair and Max made a gurgling noise. "I'm holding his head like daddy showdeded me."

Allie blinked several times and nodded dumbly as she sat down slowly beside them on the sofa. She'd only left them alone for just a moment to go and get the bottle. "All right. Can Mommy have Max now to feed him?"

Sarah nodded. "Can I help too?"

Allie smiled. "Sure baby." She set the bottle to the side and picked up Max first, laying him over her shoulder then scooted back on the sofa. "Climb up here in my lap, Sarah, but be careful."

Sarah did as told and sat down hard on Allie's lap and looked up at her as she grabbed the bottle as well.

Allie laughed softly and wrapped an arm around Sarah then gently laid Max in her lap. She held his head and helped Sarah feed him the bottle. "You have to hold it for him because he's not strong enough just yet. That's a girl." She smiled at the child and looked up as she heard Max's truck pull into the drive. "Oh! It looks like your Daddy's here. He'll get to see you what a big help you've been to Mommy today."

Sarah grinned happily up at her mama; after all, Daddy had told her that she was going to have to be a big girl now.

Max shut the truck off, opening the truck door and stepping out. It had been a long day at the office and he was glad to be home even though he was going to have to go back in tomorrow for a few hours to help at the free clinic.

Walking into the mud room, he shed his coat and boots before calling out. "I'm home, is anyone else here?"

Allie nodded at Sarah, "Tell him where we at," she whispered softly.

Sarah giggled. "In here! Come find us Daddy!"

Smiling to himself, Max padded through the house on socked feet, following the sounds of the little girl's giggling. "There you are!" he said, throwing his hands up in surprise as he stood in the doorway and looked down at the cozy scene.

Catching up his little girl in a hug as she hurtled herself at his legs, he looked down at Allie. "Thank you for staying with them. I didn't realize how long it would take me to close up the office today," Max murmured softly, dreading the moment that was coming when Allie would tell him she was going home.

Allie shrugged as she shifted Little Max back after Sarah's flight from her lap. Searching his face for a moment, she smiled at him fondly. "It's my place to, isn't it?" she said just as quietly then looked at her daughter. "We had a good time today, didn't we, Sarah?"

"Yep, yep, yep!" Sarah chirped as she swung on Max's arms. "I helpded the baby!"

Max looked down at Sarah and then at Allie. "You did? Were you a big girl for Mommy?"

Allie nodded and chuckled slightly. "Oh yes, she was a big help. Remind me to tell you about it when we go to bed tonight." She stopped suddenly and flushed as she looked away from him.

"I'll do that," Max said, a small smile evident in his voice.

"So what does my little family want for supper tonight? It's Friday and that's the night I cook, so what shall it be?" Max asked with a laugh, wanting to help Allie smooth over her uncomfortableness. "I suppose a better question would be, is there anything in this house to cook?"

Allie flushed again and looked up at him. "I hate to burst your bubble cause I just remembered that it was your night to cook but you remember how I wanted to make something to take for Harry. Well, I did that. We went out to Clangman's today and did some shopping after you left. There's two casseroles in there and Sarah and I made the chocolate cake as well. Plus there's chicken and dumplings in the crock pot for dinner."

She smiled at him. "You got your choice of chicken and stuffing or turkey pot pie besides the dumplings. Which ever one you don't want for dinner tonight, I'll take to Harry tomorrow."

Max grinned and thought for a moment. "Do you think one of them might hold until Sunday?" he asked, thinking about Grant and the fact Damon had called to let him know that dinner was going to be held as usual.

Allie nodded. "It should. You can put it in the freezer now and then take it out Saturday night, if you want." She pulled the bottle from Little Max's mouth and sat him up on her lap, holding his chin in her hand while she pat on his back with her other hand, to burp him. "It doesn't matter to me which one you'd like to have, Papa Bear. You just need to warm up some green veggies with the chicken and stuffing if you choose that."

Max nodded. "I was just thinking that if we went over for Sunday dinner that we might take one to help Grant out," he said with a shrug. "I'll go get the table set. Are you hungry?"

Allie blinked and stopped patting Little Max for a second. "Oh, well you're welcome to take it then. I'll bake another cake too for you. But I don't think I'd be welcome over there on Sunday," she said softly and began patting him again, a crease furrowing her brow. "I could eat, yes please."

"Well then, we don't need to be there if that's the case," Max said, meaning every word as he smiled down at Allie. "I'll have it on the table in a few minutes. Do you need a minute to freshen up or anything?"

Allie looked up at him and shook her head. She cradled Little Max in her arms and reached out a hand to him. "No, Max. Don't stop going over there just because of me. They're your family too."

Taking Allie's hand, Max sat down next to her and their son. "We're a family, right Al?" he asked as he stroked the baby's head gently and looked at his wife. "They can either deal with that fact or we don't need them around us."

Allie bit her lip, looked down at the baby then back up at him. "I've already caused enough trouble, Max and I don't want there to be anymore. Don't hurt them like I hurt you. They need to understand why before you go and issue an ultimatum and take away Sarah and Max out of their lives." She squeezed his hand gently.

"I'll talk to Damon," Max conceded, not really wanting to take the two men from Sarah's life. "If we don't go, then we can watch movies or something here at home, unless you need to do something else."

He mentally cursed himself for forgetting for a moment that Allie no longer lived with them and had a life of her own to lead. "Sorry Al, I wasn't thinking. I'll go set the table." Max gave her an embarrassed smile and got to his feet.

A spike of panic went through Allie as she looked up at him. She blinked and looked down at Little Max in her arms then at Sarah sitting in the floor playing with her toys. She'd had a good day today and she'd really enjoyed being with their children as well. Doctor Camden had told her that she would begin to recognize herself and once again remember what it was like to just be happy doing what she liked to do. It would take time and come slowly but it would happen.

Allie looked back up at Max and smiled at him, flushing lightly. "I'd like that. I mean if it's all right and we don't go to Damon and Grant's. I don't have any plans and there's nothing I really would rather do than try to work on our marriage with you. I think we had a really good day today and I'd hoped that we could talk some more tonight after we put Sarah and Max to bed." She blinked and sucked in a breath. "I'm babbling aren't I?"

Max looked down at her and grinned. "You're just fine Allie, just fine. Does the heathen need a bath tonight or is she good to go?" he asked, nodding over to where Sarah was colouring in one of her colouring books.

Allie took another deep breath and smiled brightly. She swallowed and squeezed the baby to her as she looked up at Max. 'I can do this', she told herself. "So long as she doesn't get dinner in her eyebrows, she's good to go for tonight since we bathed her earlier today." She stood carefully and sighed. "Let me lay him down then I'll join you all in the kitchen."

Max stepped back, instinctively knowing that the woman was feeling crowded. "Alright Allie, I'll be in the kitchen," he said as he took several steps backwards and then turned to leave the room. "It's alright if we eat in the breakfast nook, right?"

Allie nodded as she made her way to the baby's room. "That's fine with me," she called out. "Sarah, go wash your hands for dinner, baby."

Several hours later, after the dishes were done and the children in bed, Max changed to his sleep pants and an old college sweatshirt. He paused for a moment and then laid Allie's old sweats out on the bed just in case she'd want to change.

Going back out to the living room, he settled into his chair and scratched idly at his knee. "Dinner was wonderful Allie, thank you for cooking and going to the market. I've kind of let things get away from me lately."

Allie flushed and sat down on the sofa close to Max's chair. "You're welcome. I noticed some of your mama's influence in the cabinet and how bare it was. I just had them charge everything to the account, I hope you don't mind." She folded her legs up under her and played with the box holding the television remotes on the side table.

"That's fine. I have no idea what's supposed to be in there. So I just let Sarah pick out what she wants," Max said with a shake of his head. "I need to get my act together, huh?"

He looked around the comfortable room and sighed in contentment. "Would you like a fire Allie?"

"Oh really? Now that's going to come back and bite you on the ass, you know that, don't you?" Allie looked up and nodded, smiling at him. "Sure, if you'll come and sit by me like we used to after you get it going. I'll tell you how Sarah nearly put me in my grave today as well."

"I'll do that," Max said, getting to his feet and quickly laying a fire in the grate. Not willing to wait for the time it would take to normally start, he pulled his wand and shot a few sparks into the wood and smiled at the cheerily blazing result.

Sitting down on the sofa, close but not too close to the woman, Max looked over at her. "Now what did the heathen do today?"

Allie took a deep breath and closed her eyes, settling herself as she recalled the incident. She reached out and laid her hand on his leg and looked up at him. "She picked up Little Max today and got up on the sofa, all by herself. I was only gone for a second when I went to go into the kitchen to get his bottle, but, Lord have mercy, she gave me a fright."

"She what? Oh Merlin!" Max exclaimed shaking his head. "I'll talk to her in the morning. She should know better than that. Thank goodness neither one of them were hurt."

Without thinking, he laid one of his big hands over Allie's, giving it a gentle squeeze as he thought about what their daughter had done. "Maybe they need separate sitters or something to make sure she doesn't do that again?"

Allie sucked in a breath and looked up at him. She swallowed and turned her hand over, twining their fingers. "No, no. It's all right. They're all right and she was doing exactly what you told her to do. She told me that and was so proud of herself that she'd helped her 'bubba'." She squeezed his hand and turned toward him on the sofa. "Oh Max, you should have seen them. After I got over my shock, it was precious. She was just cradling his head like nobody's business and his little legs were just a kicking. She was smiling at him and he was trying to talk to her."

Max grinned once more, pulling her hand closer to his body as he turned on the sofa to tuck one knee up under himself and look at her. "I'm so looking forward to being home this weekend. I have four hours at the clinic tomorrow, but it's my weekend, so I can't bitch too much," he said, mentioning the free clinic that Grant had insisted the practice open several years ago, it was open twice a month for a half day on Saturdays and there were people from all around that came in for it.

"Is there anything good on TV tonight or should we just leave it off?"

Allie smiled at him and shrugged as he squeezed his fingers again and scooted closer to him. "I haven't watched TV in a while so I don't even know what's on. You can leave it off if you want it doesn't matter to me." She reached up, tucked a few strands of his hair behind his ear and gently touching his cheek then pulled her hand away. "Do you need me to watch the babies tomorrow? I will. I don't have anything to do, you know and if Adam's up at the clinic then maybe I could catch him and get him to get me a release and I could start back for the spring semester," she babbled again, twisting her free hand in her shirt.

Max looked down at her, his eyes widening a bit as he licked his lips. "If you wouldn't mind staying with the kids, that would be great. I want to kiss you so bad Al," he murmured softly and then looked away.

"I'll be here for them then." Allie flushed and nodded, looking down at her lap. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly as she moved to her knees on the sofa. "I think I might like that, if you promise to go gently," she said softly.

"I promise," Max breathed, watching her every move, his eyes following her as he leaned closer and pressed his lips over hers for a moment, a small whine escaping his lips. "I've missed you so much."

Allie's eyes fluttered shut as Max's lips crossed hers. "Oh," she murmured quietly and licked her lips, swallowing hard. "I missed you while you were gone today," she murmured. "Do that again." she said quietly as she reached out and placed one hand on his shoulder to steady herself.

"Did you?" Max murmured as he gently kissed her again and then waited. "I missed you too."

Allie smiled. "Yeah, I did actually." She squeezed his shoulder gently. "Again."

Max leaned into kiss the woman once more, this time one hand coming up to rest on her waist as he did. "How's that?"

Allie shuddered and licked her lips, opening her eyes to look at him. "That's all right." She raised her other hand to his head and threaded her fingers in his hair, leaning closer to him. "Be real still Max, cause I want to kiss you this time but I'm scared," she murmured softly.

"Nothing to be scared of, it's only me," Max whispered back, holding still for Allie as he closed his eyes and waited, wondering how long it was going to take before he'd need to excuse himself to the bathroom for a few minutes.

Allie giggled nervously. "I know and I don't want to mess up again. I'm so sorry I hurt you." she whispered quietly and ran her fingers through his hair again. She closed her eyes, bent her head and pressed her mouth to his.

Pulling back reluctantly from the kiss, Max looked at his wife and smiled. "I want to try something, okay?" he asked as he moved around on the sofa until both feet were resting on the floor once more and his back was resting comfortably against the cushions. "Straddle my lap and kiss me?"

Allie opened her eyes and looked at him. She took a deep breath and nodded, climbing over his lap. She placed her hands on his shoulders and smiled nervously at him. "Go slow Max, please. I'm all right for now but please don't push me too far."

"We only do what you want to do Allie," Max said softly, putting his hands down to rest on the sofa on either side of his legs. "Do what you'd like with me, I'm all yours."

Allie grinned and flushed, bowing her head slightly. She looked back up at him and shook her head. "One more kiss because I don't want to get you all riled up and not finish it." She reached up and stroked a finger along his face. "But I wouldn't mind you holding me like we did the other night. Can we do that?"

"You won't be upset if I need to step into the other room for a minute, will you?" he asked, swallowing nervously and clutching the sofa cushions in his big hands as she stroked his face. "I'll hold you for as long as you'll let me Al."
A look of understanding crossed her face and Allie sucked in a breath. "Oh Max, I'm sorry." She pulled her hand away from his face and began to climb down off him.

Instantly his hands were on her hips. "No. Please Al, you don't need to move right now. I'm not going to do anything to make you uncomfortable," Max pled then realized what he'd done. "Sorry." Dropping his hands once more, he took a deep breath and blew it out slowly.

Shaking slightly, Allie stayed where she was at. "Max, I'm sorry I didn't mean to. I promise. I do want to work on us but I don't think I can have sex right now." She climbed off of him and sat down beside him, not looking at him.

"I never wanted you to think that I was trying to pressure you into that Allie. I just didn't want you to move yet," Max said miserable that he'd made the little woman upset. "I'll be back, okay?"

He quickly got to his feet and shuffled from the room, the sound of a door closing followed by the muffled thud of something hitting a wall came from somewhere in the house.

In the bathroom, Max looked at himself in the mirror and shook his head. "You big stupid dumb ass," he muttered at his reflection. "You really fucked it up this time, didn't you?" Taking his wand in his hand, he quickly cast an impotence spell on himself that deflated his slowly filling cock immediately.

Looking at his reflection square in the eye, Max gave himself a pep talk. "Don't fuck this up asshole."

Allie cringed as she heard something hit the wall and valiantly hoped it wasn't Max's fist. She bit her lip and cursed herself for ever telling him she would have liked to kiss him again. Curling her hands together she waited for him to return and wondered if she shouldn't just leave. Maybe he was better off without her.

Running some cold water, Max washed his face, drying it roughly on a hand towel before leaving the bathroom and rejoined Allie in the living room.

"Hey babe, would you like something to drink while I'm up?" Max asked, leaning against the doorjamb and looking at her with a smile. "I think I might have some cocoa."

Allie turned and looked at him, blinking a few times as she chewed on her lip. She stood and twisted her hands. "I'm really sorry, Max. Maybe I should just go."

"No Allie, please, everything's alright. I'm fine," Max said quickly, motioning at her to sit back down. "I don't want you to go. Please." He bit his lip and stepped toward her, careful not to give her the feeling of being crowded.

Allie looked at him and sighed. "I don't want to go but I don't want you to have to walk around on egg shells around me either. You shouldn't have to. This is your home and I don't want to make you anymore uncomfortable than you already are."

Max hung his head for a moment. "I just don't want to scare you or something. I don't want you to leave," he said softly and then looked at her. "We have to work through this if we want our marriage to work."

Allie shook her head. "We're a pair, aren't we, Papa bear?" She set her shoulders and stepped closer to him. Taking a deep breath, she reached up to press her palm to his cheek and smiled at him. "I'm trying, baby. I really am," she said softly.
"We'll be fine Allie, just fine," Max replied, turning to press a kiss to the small woman's palm. "Now, how about that cocoa before we curl up on the sofa?"

Allie swallowed and nodded as she ran her thumb across his lips. "Sure, so long as mine has a marshmallow in it."

"I can do that," Max said with a grin and nipped at her thumb. "Go on and sit down, I'll be right back with it."

Allie took his hand again and squeezed as she took a deep breath. "All right. I'll be waiting for you."

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Gregory pulled into the parking spot and looked at his husband as he turned off the car. "I swear Davy. The next time you get a harebrained idea about playing match-maker at least book us somewhere that has a better bed. I certainly hope Rich and Jason got something out of last night. Maybe it got the stick out of their asses so we can all relax. Merlin, I don't know why people make sex so complicated." He grabbed the box of doughnuts and sighed, looking over at Davy and smiling sadly. "I'm sorry, Pet. It's not your fault."

Davy glared at Gregory as he opened his door and grabbed his cup of coffee. "How was I supposed to know they stuck Civil War cannon balls in the mattress?" he shot back, getting out of the car and bumping the door shut with his hip. "Besides, we don't know if their night flopped or not."

Gregory narrowed his eyes at Davy. "I don't remember it being that bad when we stayed there before but damn..." He snorted at his husband. "Night flopped? Merlin, Davy what century is that from?"

Davy rolled his eyes. "So sorry I didn't use a proper Bostonian term for their night sucked," he groused. The night in the uncomfortable bed hadn't been a good one and he was cranky from lack of sleep.

"Watch your tone, Pet. We both had a rough go of it last night and there's no need to be disrespectful." Gregory looked at him and sighed. "We both want Rich happy and I know that's what you were trying to do, Pet."

Davy shrugged, taking a deep breath and trying to hold his tongue. "Well, let's go see if we have any furniture left," he muttered, taking the box of doughnuts from the other man and waiting for him to open the door.

Jason pulled open the door as soon as he heard voices outside. "Thank Merlin! You've got to get me out of here. He's locked himself in the freaking room and won't come out. I really need to go to the bank and the clinic."

Davy looked at Jason and pushed his way past him. He was tired and not in the mood. "Where is he?" he asked as he looked around and saw that his kitchen wasn't as neat as when he'd left it yesterday.

Jason frowned at Davy. "In that room with some damned file. Look, we cleaned up the kitchen last night after dinner and he went in there and hasn't come out since." He looked at Gregory, knowing this man would have to know as well. "I promised him I'd go to the clinic this morning. I really, really need too." he flushed slightly. "I'm having twins."

Gregory's eyes widened as he stared at the young man with the huge, no gigantic, belly. "Twins?" he asked stupidly. "Twins?"

Jason rolled his eyes. "Um yes. That means two. Is someone going to help me out because Rich said he'd take me and I can't get the door open."

Davy rolled his eyes and muttered to himself about Richard's head being so far up his ass that he could examine his own tonsils as he crossed over to the door to his husband's home office and pounded on the door.

"Open up Richard. Open up or I'm turning off the power to the computer!" he shouted at the closed door.

"You do that and I'm putting your knives in the dishwasher," came the muffled reply. "I'm working Davy. Feed Greg whatever it is you've created. I'm certain it's delicious."

Jason crossed his arms over his chest and smirked at Davy. "He's been shouting that at me for the past two hours."

Glaring at the door, Davy kicked it once and then drew his wand, casting 'Alohamora' at it before pushing it open and striding in.

"Jason needs to be taken to the clinic and the bank. If you are his partner, go take care of it," he snapped, one hand on his hip as he reached out to snatch the paper from the man's hand.

Richard turned and snatched the paper out of Davy's hand, glared at him then turned back to the file. "Goddammit Davy. I'm working on a fucking client's file. You can't fucking barge in here like that. Get out before I lose my place!"

Stepping back in shock, Davy stared at Richard for a moment. "I'll take him then. Maybe Trent was right," he muttered as he backed out of the room and turned to Jason.

"Come on, the car's still nice and warm," Davy said to him as he picked up the keys and his cup of coffee.

Jason stared at the room where Richard was then looked at Davy. "Nevermind, I'll walk."

"No Jason, I'll take you, I need to run a couple of errands anyhow, okay?" Davy said, following the man's gaze and shaking his head. "Sorry he's an asshole this morning."

Jason swallowed. "He's supposed to be helping Grant. Maybe I shouldn't have been bothering him. I've been knocking on the door every fifteen minutes, trying to get him to come out so I could get to the bank and the clinic on time." He looked at Davy. "I'm sorry he yelled at you."

Davy shook his head. "You don't worry about it Jason, he gets like this when he's getting into a new case. Greg does it too," he said as he ignored Richard and gave Greg a smile. "Let's go."

Jason shook his head. "It can wait. I don't need to go that badly." He felt a sick sensation in his stomach as he stood there, Richard's words echoing in his ears. He swallowed hard and ran his hand over his stomach.

Richard set the file to one side and pinched the bridge of his nose before he twisted his head from side to side and yawned. "Jason, I'm ready. Sorry about that, I was afraid I'd lose my train of thought as I read that doctor's report. It's abysmal to say the least," he said as he pushed back from the desk and got to his feet.

Jason looked at him and frowned. "I'm not going with you."

Richard stared at Jason for a moment, a frown on his face. "Why not?"

Jason crossed his arms over his chest and glared at Richard. "I've been trying to get you to come out of that room for two hours. I'm not even certain if I can get into the clinic now." He paused and looked at Davy. "Besides you were an asshole to Davy and just who the hell is Trent?"

Richard looked back at the desk and sighed. He'd let a case interfere with his personal life. Again. "Trent was a man I was involved with when I was in England."

Jason followed Richard's eyes and narrowed his own. "And you couldn't tell me about him like I told you about Todd? Did it not occur to you I might like to know while you were fucking me over the bathroom sink?" he stopped and shook his head, running one hand over his stomach. He turned and grabbed his coat off the back of the sofa. "Just go back to your stupid file, I'll walk to town."

"There's nothing to tell with Trent. We were together for three years and he left," Richard said flatly, his hands on his hips as he stared at the smaller man. "I'll explain everything to you. Privately."

Jason looked back at him as he got to the door. "I don't think I need to know anything else if you acted like that around him. And I think your friends already know, so I guess it doesn't really matter if this dumb hillbilly knows now, does it?" His voice cracked as he finished and looked down at his feet.

Davy looked on in horror. "Oh no, no Jason, I provoked Richard. I grabbed something private trying to get him to react," he said quickly. "He's not like that."

Jason shook his head. "Doesn't matter, Davy. Look, I'll just get my things and be out of your way as soon as possible," he said softly. "I'm sorry to have interrupted your visit."

Richard quickly caught up with Jason, touching his elbow gently. "Jason, please," he said softly and hung his head. "Let me take you and I'll explain everything on the way, then you can tell me to go to hell."

Jason bit his lip and shook his head as he pulled his arm away from Richard. "If it had been important you would have told me. Go back to your file and help Doctor Wolffe. He's, at least, important in this town."

Richard raised his head and frowned at Jason. "We've known each other for only a few days Jason, my apologies for not baring the single most horrible thing that's happened to me in my adult life. Something that I've been able to forget completely for a few days until now."

Jason turned around and looked at him. "I've shared with you the most horrible thing that's ever happened to me. Answered questions about it and been reminded of it daily by you. And yet, because we've only known each other a few days then I can't have the same courtesies?"

"Trent ripped my heart out and stomped it flat. I had to see someone about it for a while, trying to get my head straight again. He broke into my files and leaked confidential information about people to the press where it was turned into circus," Richard said shortly, clenching his teeth in anger as he thought about what the man had done to both he and his reputation.

"Todd accused me of fucking around on him after I told him I was pregnant then promised to marry me. I waited for him for hours at the Justice of the Peace, and he never showed. He left me a fucking note telling me to 'lose the kid' and move on without him. On top of that my father told me he'd take care of 'mistake' and I would see the reasoning behind all of it soon enough. That I could have another child later after I grew up some. So don't you tell me about horrible, Doctor Montgomery. I know what horrible is!" Jason growled as tears began to run down his face.

Richard nodded, knowing he didn't have to spill the rest, but he couldn't not tell him either. "I faced a Ministry inquisition and I nearly lost my Healer's License altogether because of him. He told me four times that we were expecting and I believed him, mourned the loss of our 'children' when it was thrown into my face at the end that yes even though he had Fleymann's, he wasn't a bearer. He'd lied to me to see what I'd do," Richard said bitterly, the most he'd spoken about what he'd gone through in a long time. "We've both been fucked over Jason."

Jason took a hitching breath and swiped at his face. "My mother came to get me at the airport, swearing she'd leave my dad over this if he didn't straighten out. I snuck out so I wouldn't be a burden to them any more. I've tried to not get involved with anyone so I wouldn't get attached again. Then the Professor and The Wolffes and then you had to come here." He hung his head, fists clenched tightly in his jacket. "I wanted to ignore you but I couldn't. Then you told me about the twins..." he trailed off, crying harder as he leaned his head against the door frame.

"Jas..." Richard said softly, forgetting that Davy and Gregory were still in the room, "come here." He pulled the smaller man to him and pressed a kiss to the top of his head.

"I'm sorry I yelled at Davy. I just get stupid when I'm working sometimes and I didn't sleep last night. I wasn't certain who was pounding on the door because I'd put a Muffling charm on the room so my pacing wouldn't wake you up," Richard murmured softly, rubbing one hand over the other man's shoulders.

Jason made a noise that was part anguished moan and part relieved sigh as he was encircled by Richard's arms. He dropped his jacket and wrapped one arm around Richard's waist, the other clenching in the back of his shirt as he pressed his face into Richard's chest. He slapped at Richard's hip. "You idiot! What would have happened if the damned apartment had caught on fire? You could have died!" came the muffled response.

"I wasn't thinking. I do that sometimes when I've got an interesting file," Richard murmured. "I'll make sure I don't do it again, okay?" he continued to rub the man's back and hold him close to him.

Gregory stared at the two men, half of what Rich had shouted he'd not even heard before. He looked at Davy, wide eyed, mouthing at him, Did you know that?

Davy shook his head back at his husband, wide eyed as well as the new information was aired about both men. As discreetly as he could, he motioned towards their bedroom, thinking the couple would be better off with a bit more privacy.

Gregory looked back at his friend then to his husband, wanting to say something to Richard. He shook his head and decided he'd be calling his step-father later to find out exactly what all had gone on.

Richard sighed softly as Jason's tears subsided into rough hiccoughs as he continued to sooth the younger man. "Will you forgive me for being an ass?" he asked softly as he pressed a kiss to Jason's hair.

Jason wiped at his face as he pulled away, "I don't know. I don't think I'm the one you should be apologizing to." He looked around the living room for
Davy and frowned as he looked up at Richard again. "Oh for Merlin's sake, they've gone and done it again. You certainly know how to clear the room, don't you?"

Richard looked down shamefaced. "I'll go apologize, I'll be right back and then I'll take you to the clinic, okay?" he said as he ran one thumb over Jason's cheek.

Jason shook his head. "It's too late now. I'll never get in before they close and they won't be open much longer now anyway. It'll just have to wait."

"I could try to call Doctor Sorens for you, see if he could get you as a favour?" Richard offered.

Jason shook his head again. "Don't be doing me any special favours. I don't want you nor Doctor Sorens to get in trouble over me."

"I'm sorry I made you miss the chance to get in to the doctor. Can you go Monday?" Richard asked as he tried to think of how he could help the younger man.

Jason shrugged. "I have to work but if it isn't going to take long I might be able to get in on my lunch time."

"Alright. Want to go on to the bank? You said you needed to go, right?" Richard asked as he turned his head for a moment and looked for his friends. He was really going to have to fix things with Davy, regretting that he'd lost his temper with the man.

Jason nodded and wiped his eyes once more. "I guess. I still need to pay some bills and if we hurry, we can still make the bank." He bent and picked up his jacket biting his lip as he looked at Richard. "Are you certain you don't want me to ask Davy to take me so you can get back to your file?"

Gregory stopped as he got to the bedroom and looked over at Richard. He motioned for him to take Jason out the door, smiling at his friend gently.

Richard shook his head as he picked up his coat. "The file can wait. With my luck, Doctor Wolffe will hex me on spot anyhow," he said with a chuckle as he put a hand on Jason's back to grab him in case he slipped. "Let's go."

Gregory watched the door closed and picked up the telephone, dialling a number he'd not used in a long time. He smiled at his husband as he waited for someone to answer. "You all right, Pet?"

Davy smiled and nodded at his husband as he sat down on the edge of their bed and kicked off his shoes. "Who are you calling?" he asked curiously, watching Greg with the phone.

Gregory held up a hand as the line was picked up. "Frank. I'm sorry to bother you on a Saturday."

Davy shrugged as he heard his father-in-law's name, the conversation already boring him. He hated listening to the two men talk about business, stocks and portfolios. Getting to his feet, he went to the dresser and pulled some clothes out and then stopped to look at Gregory.

"Going to shower," Davy said softly and then smiled as the other man nodded in acknowledgement.

Going into their bathroom, he stripped and started the water running.

"Yes, we'll certainly try to make it for Christmas and give Mother our love." Gregory watched his husband go. Sighing, he shook his head and sat down on their bed. "What I really need is information about a young man named Jason Summers, current residence Echo, West Virginia. The other thing I need is information on a trial that occurred possibly three to five years ago in Britain, defendant Doctor Richard Thomas Montgomery." He listened to his step-father for a few minutes. "Yes, Frank, that Rich. Something's going on with both of them and I want to help anyway I can."