How Severus Spends His Summer Hols

A/N: Hello everyone. Yes I know it's been forever since the last update, but there's been a lot going on. What with the ice storm, then snow storm, and me going to work, it's been insane for me and I know Angel's been busy as well. I just wanted to apologize for the length of time it's been and wanted to assure you that the story hasn't been abandoned. With the hours I work, I get only a few hours a week to sit down and write, so things are taking longer and I appreciate your patience. We hope everyone that celebrates has a wonderful and safe holiday and I promise it won't be as long for the next update.


Harry turned over in the bed and sighed as he squinted and looked at the clock on his side of the bed. It was a little after four a.m. and he was wide awake and feeling amorous.

He poked Severus gently in the back of his shoulder and grinned to himself in the dark, wondering if he could wake his husband up.

Severus grunted and rolled over, burrowing down into the pillows and pulled the blankets up over his head.

Making a face, Harry snuggled up as close as he could to Severus' back, putting an arm over his waist and toying with the waistband of the man's sleep pants.

Severus hummed and moved back into the warmth that was Harry, reaching down to twine their fingers. He lifted Harry's hand and kissed his palm, chuckling softly as he tried to go back to sleep. "Reganne wake you? What is it you desire now, my little one?"

"She's kicking me in the kidneys again," Harry murmured softly and snuggled closer. "Just woke up thinking about you." He didn't apologize for waking his husband because he wasn't sorry he'd done so.

Severus shifted in the bed and turned over, placing one hand on Harry's stomach, sliding his hand up and under his nightshirt. "There, there now, Reganne," he murmured softly as he rubbed Harry's tummy. He leaned in and kissed Harry's cheek. "Cease and desisted immediately or it shall be detention for you."

Harry giggled at the serious tone of his husband's voice. "Yes Professor," he said, turning his head and offering his mouth to Severus.

Severus chuckled as he felt a well placed kick against his palm then the baby stilled. "Yes, well at least someone listens to me." He took Harry's offering, pressing his lips to his husband's and licking gently along the seam.

Harry purred in the dark as he lay there in Severus' arms. "I was dreaming about you before I woke up," he whispered huskily, his finger sliding over the sparse hairs on the man's chest.

Severus chuckled again and pulled Harry closer, wrapping his arms around the other man. "Must have been a lovely dream then." He ran his arms up and down Harry's back then cupped his bottom. "Let's see if we can't go back to sleep and visit that place again, shall we?"

"It was. You had me tied up and you were putting clamps on the insides of my thighs and telling me how I was going to scream when you pulled them off," Harry said with a shudder as he felt a familiar twinge in his nether regions.

Severus' eyes popped opened in the dark, sucking in a breath as he listened to Harry talk about his dream. "Harry... just because we played a bit harder earlier this evening does not mean you are ready to advance that fast so soon."

"I know that Husband, like I said, it was just a dream," Harry said, rolling his eyes, safe in the knowledge that Severus couldn't see him doing it. "I just woke up randy and thinking about you."

Severus could hear the eye roll in his husband's voice and pinched his bottom in response. "Randy eh? I might be able to take care of that."

"Well, I wouldn't want to deprive you of your sleep or anything," Harry chuckled as he pushed his bottom back against Severus' hand. "I know that older people need their rest."

Severus sneered. "Oh, just for that, I might make you go sleep on the sofa with the hounds."

"But it's cold out there; you wouldn't do that to your daughter, would you?" Harry asked, feigning innocence as he let his fingers trail down Severus' chest and toyed with his waist band again.

Severus snorted even as he leaned his stomach into Harry's fingers. "She is snug and warm where she resides, I should think, and there is a fireplace for you."

Giving a great sigh, Harry pulled his hand away. "Very well, Husband. I'll wake you later on with your coffee." He made to pull away, fifty percent certain the other man had only been joking.

Severus grabbed Harry's shirt. "If you vacate this bed then I really will make you sleep on the sofa, Mister Snape."

Grinning in the dark, Harry immediately put his hands over his husband's and gave them a squeeze. "Do you want me to let you go back to sleep?" he asked softly, thinking he'd at least offer to be good.

Severus drew Harry close to him again. "No, never let it be said that I let my Harry go unfulfilled."

"How can I please you?" Harry murmured as he tried to wriggle his way closer and became frustrated because of his belly. "Do you want to have me?"

Severus grabbed Harry and rolled over on to his back, settling Harry on his lap. "You always please me, and I always want to have you, Harry." He ran his hands over Harry's stomach then down his legs. "Tell me how I can please you, my Own."

"I don't want there to be a misunderstanding again, but I feel like I need you in me," Harry said, rocking his body atop Severus' and shivering slightly in the chilly air. "Like I'm starving for your body."

Severus reached under his pillow and drew out his wand, casting several Warming charms. He set it aside and ran his hands over Harry again. "I understand and since you are explaining, there will be no misunderstanding. Take what you need, Harry, I am here for you." He pulled on Harry's shirt, drawing him down to him and pressing their mouths together.

Kissing Severus thoroughly, Harry sat back up and pulled his night shirt up to expose everything below his waist. He looked down at Severus in the dim light that filtered through their window and smiled shyly. "I don't want to be on top."

Severus looked up at Harry and nodded. He pulled Harry down to him and rolled them once more, settling next to him. He kissed him softly and slowly before pulling away. "That can be arranged. Anything else, Harry?" He reached down and pulled the drawstring on his bottoms, sliding out of his pyjamas and kicking them off his legs.

Harry shook his head, shivering from the excitement of having his husband running his hands over his body. "I just want you as deep as you can be in me," he murmured as he slid his hands down Severus' chest and wrapped one hand around the man's shaft, pumping it slowly.

Severus groaned and thrust into Harry's hand. "Roll to your other side, Harry."

"Yes Husband," Harry murmured, giving Severus' prick a final squeeze before rolling to his other side and pulling his nightshirt up more. "Which are you going to use?"

Severus moved up along side of Harry and wrapped his arms around him. He rubbed up against Harry, pressing kisses to the back of his neck. "Which ever you desire, Bit."

Harry shook his head, biting back a moan as he was tempted to try to rock back onto Severus without any lube or stretching. "Doesn't matter. Whichever you will enjoy the most," he panted and then whined.

"Shhh, little one. Let me take care of you." Severus pushed Harry's leg forward and reached between his legs, rubbing his fingers across Harry's cosy then eased two inside of him.

Harry gasped softly and pushed himself down onto the fingers and rocked slowly back and forth. "Feels so good when you touch me," he moaned. He could feel how wet he was already and smiled at the thought of how good it should feel for Severus.

Severus grinned and eased another finger into Harry, kissing along his shoulders and neck. "Anything to make you feel good, my precocious little one."

Harry smiled and reached behind him to caress Severus' erection with his hand. "I always feel good when you touch me," he purred, pulling one of his legs up and out of his husband's way. "You make my cozy so wet, Husband."

Severus groaned and closed his eyes, thrusting into Harry's hand. "Harry," he growled softly and scooted closer to him. He pushed Harry's hand out of the way and grabbed his prick, rubbing the head of his cock over the damp folds before pushing forward slowly into Harry. He sucked in a breath as the heat of Harry's body surrounded him and he reminded himself not to hurt Harry as he continued to ease into him.

Sucking in his breath as Severus filled him, Harry whined softly and pushed back onto him. "I don't know if I'll ever get used to this," he whispered as he clenched his muscles around Severus' shaft and moaned.

Wrapping his arms around him, Severus sighed, just letting the warmth of Harry's body and clench of his muscles massage him as he held onto his young husband. He shifted his body closer, moulding himself to the other man's back, trying to get as close as possible. Pressing a kiss to the back of Harry's head, he eased his hips away and slowly slid out then lazily thrust back in. "Get used to what, my Harry?" he breathed across Harry's ear then nibbled on his lobe.

"Having you in me like this instead of my arse," Harry murmured, trying to turn enough to offer his mouth to his husband. "It's easier, isn't it?"

With one hand, Harry managed to reach around his belly and between his legs, his fingers touching and stroking where their bodies were joined.

Severus groaned low and long when he felt the light brushes of Harry's fingertips along his prick as he slid into him. He stretched to reach Harry's mouth, nipping at his lips gently as he continued to move in and out of him. "Just because it's easier doesn't change the fact that you are still you, Harry."

Harry smiled in the dawn light, inwardly pleased that Severus still loved him. "Feels like I was made just for you, Husband, and I wouldn't have it any other way," he sighed, as he rocked his hips and reached back, placing his hand on Severus' hip to pull him closer.

"I know," Severus chuckled and slid his arm down Harry's body, running his hand over the swell of his belly. He cupped the bulge, splaying his hand across the expanse as he moved.

The baby rolled and kicked under her father's touch causing Harry to gasp and jerk as he was assaulted from the inside. "I think we woke her up," he laughed softly and then groaned as Severus thrust deep into him. "Gods, that feels so right."

Severus chuckled, feeling the little punches and kicks and pressing slightly harder against Harry's stomach. "We'll just have to rock her back to sleep then."

He gentled his thrusts into Harry and ran his hands soothingly over Harry's belly. "Easy now, little babe."

"Oh!" Harry cried out sharply as he came suddenly, his cozy spasming tightly as he brought his knees up and dug his fingers into Severus' arm.

Severus thrust a few more times into the clenching muscles then sighed out his orgasm, holding tightly to Harry but trying not to squeeze his stomach. He panted short, hot puffs over Harry's ear then whispered, "Love you both, my precious Harry." He relaxed and laid back on the pillows, still inside Harry and arms still draped over him.

"Love you too," Harry mumbled, his eyes closing in the dim light. "Don't move 'kay? Want you to stay in me for awhile." Reaching down, he pulled the blankets up over them and snuggled back against the other man to get comfortable. He could feel his body calming down and smiled to himself again as he dozed off once more.

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Jason woke and reached out across the bed, finding nothing. He frowned and rolled over, carefully pulling himself up and leaning back against the headboard. He sighed and wondered if Richard was still in Gregory's office. It had only been just a few days but he'd gotten used to the other man's presence in the bed at night. He shook his head and decided he'd go looked for him even though he knew he really shouldn't. He couldn't help it though. There was just something about the older man that made him want to be near him and it drove Jason up the wall because it tore down all the carefully built walls he'd set up over the past six months.

Sighing, Jason pushed the blankets off his legs and wiggled out of the bed, stopping by the bathroom first before padding quietly out into the apartment to Gregory's office and knocking on the door.

Richard sat up suddenly, a feeling of guilt running through him at the sound of the knock. "Yeah?" he called out softly before getting up to open the door, trying to lick the orange dust from his fingertips that his late night snack of cheese puffs had left.

Jason looked up at Richard and arched an eyebrow. His stomach growled loudly suddenly as he watched Richard lick his fingers. He ran his tongue across his lips and swallowed. "You have cheesy snacks and didn't share?"

Richard stared stupidly at Jason for a moment and then looked back at the bag still setting on his desk. "I didn't know you liked them," he offered as he opened the door more and held his clean hand out to Jason. "Want some?"

Jason stared at Richard's hand for a moment then took it, twining their fingers and sighing softly. He squeezed Richard's hand and entered the room, standing next to Richard and trying to resist the urge to lean up against him. "Actually, I came to see what was keeping you from coming to bed but I think I could eat some." He bit his lip and looked up into the man's handsome face. "I didn't interrupt anything important, did I?"

Richard pulled Jason along behind him to the desk where he picked up the cheese puffs and his soda in one hand and then tugged the younger man along to the living room. Sitting down, he pulled Jason down beside him.

"I was just finishing up the entries for one of the doctor's on the file I'm working on and had the urge for something bad for me. You weren't waiting up, were you?" Richard asked as he held the bag out to Jason and turned on the lamp that set on the side table. "Dave and Greg in bed?"

Jason reached in and took a cheesy puff, shaking his head in answer. "They went to bed hours ago and I just woke up." He turned his head and tossed the ball in his mouth. "Cause you weren't there." he coughed and wriggled to the edge of the couch. "I need a drink. Want something else?"

"I'll get it. Chocolate milk alright with you? I'm going to have one of Greg's sodas. We'll go to bed in a minute, okay? I just needed to let my brain slow down so I didn't keep you awake fretting," Richard said, putting a hand on the younger man's knee to keep him from getting up. On impulse, he leaned in and pressed a kiss to Jason's lips before he stood.

"Milk is fine." Jason groaned softly and closed his eyes as Richard kissed him then reached out and grabbed his hand, pulling him down again. He searched Richard's face for a moment, then leaned in and pressed their mouths together once more.

Kissing him back, Richard brought his hands up to Jason's face and held the younger man as he explored his mouth. "You taste so fucking good," he whispered as the kiss was finally broken. "I'll be right back and we'll go to bed soon, alright?"

Jason nodded slowly and licked his lips. "I don't really need the milk," he said softly. "If you're ready now."

Richard looked at him and grinned. "I'll get us something to drink for later, alright?" he said as he got to his feet. "I'll be right back to tuck you in."

Going to the kitchen, Richard quickly fixed two glasses and carried them back out. "Come on Jason, let's go to bed," he said softly, not wanting to wake up his friend and his husband. "Let me tuck you in properly."

Jason heaved himself off the sofa, his face suddenly hot as he looked at Richard. "You'll be staying this time?" He cursed himself silently for asking and knew he needed to duct tape his tongue to the roof of his mouth from now on. He really should go on back to his trailer and quit hoping for things he couldn't have.

"I told you that I wasn't going anywhere Jason," Richard said softly, his eyes scanning the other man's face. It was so obvious that Jason was gun-shy and scared to death, he reminded Richard of a dog he'd found once that had been beaten so many times it wouldn't look at a person without pissing itself in fear.

He held his hand out to Jason and smiled a little. "Come on Jason, I'm finished for the night."

Jason nodded and reached out for Richard's hand. He led Richard to the bedroom, taking deep breaths to calm himself as he felt the warmth from the other man's body behind him. This relationship was happening too fast it seemed and he wasn't certain just exactly what he felt for Richard but he did know he desired the other man's touch, scent and presence something fierce. And that was dangerous for him and his sons, but right now with Richard's fingers wrapped around his own, he didn't care.

Careful of Jason, Richard turned the bed down on the other side and then turned to the smaller man. "Come on, get in bed while I change," he said as he picked up the sweatpants he normally slept in and nodded towards the bathroom. He could kick himself for getting intimate with the younger man so quickly, he knew he needed to take things slowly so he wouldn't lose this man from his life. Bending down, he kissed Jason's cheek and grinned at him in the soft light from the lamp on the nightstand.

Jason flushed and nodded, climbing into the bed and leaned back against the headboard. Smiling at Richard, he waved at him, "Go on. Although I don't know why you go into the bathroom to change when you've seen me naked as the day I was born. It's a wonder you didn't lose your sight then."

Richard shrugged and grinned, Jason was right; they had already seen each other nude. "Why would I have lost my sight? Because you're pregnant?" he asked as he stripped off his shirt and unbuckled his belt before he pulled a tee shirt over his head.

"Jason, I meant it when I said you were a sight to behold, I think you're gorgeous," he said, turning his back to push his jeans down over his hips and kick them off before pulling his sweatpants on. Turning back to face the younger man in bed, he gave him a little grin before he crawled in on the other side of the bed.

Jason watched Richard strip down and crawl up on to the bed. He rested his hands on his stomach and rubbed gently, shrugging his shoulders. "Thanks, but I think you're wrong. I'm all stretched out and round." He cut his eyes at Richard. "You, on the other hand, there aren't enough words to describe you." He grinned at Richard. "Long, tall Texan."

Richard laughed at Jason's assessment of him. "My mom always said I was all legs, no ass and a chest like a twelve year old girl," chuckled as he pulled the covers up over them and moved to place his hand on Jason's belly. "You however, are full of life and that makes you irresistibly gorgeous."

Jason grunted as the babies moved, kicking or pushing against the pressure on their environment. He laughed and laid his hand over Richard's, rubbing his stomach, trying to soothe the children inside. "Well, you are a man. I like your legs and chest and there's definitely an ass there."

"You're definitely a man as well and I happen to find you very easy on my eyes," Richard murmured, snuggling close and rubbing Jason's belly as he kissed the back of his neck. "Most definitely a man."

Jason closed his eyes and hummed, leaning into Richard. "You think so? Even though I'm a freak that can have babies," he whispered softly.

"You aren't a freak Jason. I can't even imagine trying to go through what you've dealt with and frankly, I'm a damned pussy when it comes to thinking about actually giving birth. You're more man than damn near any of them I know that haven't been in your shoes," Richard said as he moved his arm up to wrap around the man's chest and hugged him tighter. "I wish you could see yourself through my eyes just for a moment."

Jason sucked in a breath as he was squeezed, biting his lip and trying not to give into the flux of hormones that pricked at his eyes. "Thank you," he whispered softly. He breathed in Richard's scent, nuzzling his chest and wrapping his arms around him.

"I'm just stating the truth Jason," Richard murmured, leaning in to gently kiss the younger man's forehead as he stroked his back. A few minutes later a rhythmic squeaking and several knocks from the other side of the wall caused him to chuckle. "Looks like we're not the only ones awake."

Jason groaned and buried his face in Richard's chest. "Oh, gods, at least it's only noise and not vocal. I don't think I could handle that. You'd think they could at least remember the Muffling charms, since there's guests in the house."

About that time, Davy's voice could be heard begging Gregory to move just like that again and to do it now.

Richard hung his head and laughed before raising a fist and banging on the wall. "Hey, we're trying to have a moment here!" he yelled out.

Gregory laughed and banged on the wall. "Then go get a room if you want silence, because we were just about to have a moment!"

Jason groaned again and pulled the blankets up over his head, "Merlin, I thought I left the siblings back in Wheeling."

Richard shook his head as he rose up on one elbow and reached across Jason for his wand. "Let's see if we can turn them down a little," he muttered as he cast a quick spell to lessen the noise.

Laying his wand back down, he turned the light off and pressed a kiss to Jason's temple. "How are you feeling?"

"Thanks," Jason smiled and sighed, snuggling against Richard. "Embarrassed, but all right. You?"

"Embarrassed? Why?" Richard asked, lying back down and getting as close as he could to Jason, smiling as one of the babies kicked against him. "We weren't the ones rattling the wall."

Jason grunted but smiled as he felt Richard's hand on his stomach. "You had brothers and sisters. That right there was almost just as bad as one of them walking into the bathroom while you were in the shower. I'll never be able to look Davy or the Doc in the face again."

Richard laughed softly. "It's going to be alright, it didn't sound like there were any whips or chains, so they won't act any different in the morning," he chuckled, kissing Jason's forehead again.

Jason stilled. "Whips or chains? Aw man, are they in to that freaky shit too?"

"Oh yeah. You don't even want to know," Richard said with a shake of his head as he thought about a scene he'd walked into several years ago.

Jason shuddered. "What is it with people? Harry and the Professor and now Davy and the Doc. It must be in the water in this town. That's it! I'm drinking Davy's bottled stuff from now on."

Richard shrugged. "I've actually met a lot of couples that are into it to one degree or another. It's not all whips and chains, you know."

Jason shook his head. "I don't care and I don't want to know any more than I already do. Sex is all over the place and it should be kept behind closed doors. It's no one's business what anyone else gets up to and I certainly don't want anyone know what I do."

"Awwww, does that mean I'm not going to get to feel you up in front of the town?" Richard teased, moving forward enough to nibble along Jason's jaw line. "To grope you in front of the Professor?"

Jason closed his eyes and moaned softly. "Yes, those busybodies talk about me enough as it is and I can only imagine what they are saying now. Although, I'm not stopping you from doing what you are doing right now." He reached up and ran his hand up Richard's side, fingers threading into his hair.

"We'll keep it PG then babe," Richard murmured, stroking his hands along Jason's sides and leaning in to kiss him again. He didn't want to pressure the younger man into anything and didn't know how safe relations were now.

"Why? The door is closed and you put up a spell," Jason whispered softly and pressed his mouth to Richard's. He licked across the seam, nipping at his bottom lips and sucking it into his mouth for a moment before letting it go. "I'm well above the age of consent, so I definitely suggest NC-17 content from now on."

"You do, huh?" Richard breathed softly, letting his hands drift down to cup Jason's bottom. "You aren't one of those guys that don't believe in eating, right?"

Jason laughed and shook his head. "I'll eat someone out of house and home according to my parents. Never could figure out why someone would want to stay tiny like Doctor Wolffe, I'd have had my ass kicked all over the soccer field," he chuckled as he mentioned the sport he'd played back in high school. No, he'd never been a light eater on purpose.

Richard smiled. "Good, I like a man that I'm not afraid that's going to break," he murmured. He rolled to his back and pulled Jason to lay over his chest as he played in the younger man's hair.

Jason sighed and nuzzled Richard's chest, rubbing his face against the other man's skin and breathing in his scent. He ran his hands over Richard's body, just touching him and learning the perfect imperfections in the layout of his muscles and flesh. "Oh, I'm pretty sturdy and I'll squish you like this."

"Are you uncomfortable?" Richard asked softly as he rubbed a hand over Jason's back.

Jason shook his head. "No. I just don't want to make you uncomfortable or squish you." He rose up and looked down at Richard. "I didn't really disturb you from your work, did I?"

"Not at all, I was busy eating. I'd already closed the file for the night. I'm sorry that I've been preoccupied with it tonight. It's a wonder that little man is even sane," Richard mused as he made sure the blankets were pulled up over them.

Jason nodded and lay back down, making certain to press his ear over Richard's heart. He sighed and closed his eyes, reaching up to wrap one hand over Richard's shoulder. "Don't tell me if I'm not supposed to know. I don't want you to get in trouble." He pressed a kiss to Richard's chest and sighed again. "You are going to go to dinner with me tomorrow, right?"

Richard nodded, pressing his hand to the back of Jason's head. "I am. I was thinking about trying to interview Doctor Wolffe a little tomorrow."

Jason hummed, listening as Richard's chest rumbled and the steady thump-thump of his heart soothed him. "All right, just don't ask him anything that's going to make him attack you again. I don't like it when you all are upset like that," he murmured softly.

"I'm going to do my best not to upset anyone. I just want him to see that I'm not Satan or something, you know?" Richard said with a sigh and hoped he might be able to get out of the visit tomorrow without bloodshed.

Jason tightened his arms around Richard and yawned. "It'll be all right, they're good people. I hope you can help him. They've been really nice to me and it would be good to know that some of their kindness was repaid through you."

"I'm not too worried about Mister Wolffe, he seems to be fairly reasonable," Richard chuckled, stroking Jason's hair and bending down to kiss the top of his head. "Are you comfortable?"

"Mmmhmm," Jason hummed. "Mister Wolffe is the one you should worry about if you can't fix Doctor Wolffe though. His family owns this town; well I might as well say he and Doc Wolffe own this town now. Poor Mrs. Wolffe isn't well any more but his family is old and well established in this area."

Richard was quiet for a moment, he'd had that sort of thing hanging over his head before in cases and wasn't too worried... yet. "Well, I suppose if worse comes to worse, I can pack up my things and spirit you away," he said softly.

Jason grinned and patted Richard's shoulder. "I have faith in you. You'll find out whatever is wrong with him."

"We could run away to the Bahamas or something. What do you think? Raise those boys on coconuts and shrimp," Richard teased gently, letting his hands roam further down Jason's body, stroking over his lower back.

Jason laughed as he arched into Richard's hands, nearly purring as he revelled in the touches. "I've never been out of the States but it sounds like fun."

"It does, huh?" Richard teased as he inched Jason's nightshirt up to bare the man's upper thighs. "Bet we could come up with a room tour we wouldn't forget."

Leaning in, Richard kissed Jason thoroughly and looked at him once the kiss was broken. "I know this is going to sound bad, but I'm so damned hard it hurts and I just want to rub all over you."

Jason smiled lazily. "Not that you could notice, but you ain't the only one, cowboy." He rose up and kissed Richard again, reaching down at the same time to wrap his hand around Richard's prick. Squeezing him gently through his sweats, he pulled away. "Whatcha waiting on?"

Groaning, Richard's eyes rolled as he hastily pushed his pants down enough to free himself. "I don't know about sex Jason, how are you feeling?" he panted, taking himself in hand and giving himself a few rough strokes.

Jason licked his lips as he watched then slid down Richard's body, pulling off his sweats to make room for himself between Richard's legs. "I feel like I need to have a taste of you at least once." He wrapped his hand around Richard's then bent over him, licking the tip of his prick and sighing as he tasted the fluid welling up.

"Fuck!" Richard hissed, his hands moving to the back of Jason's head instinctively, fingers tangling in the other man's short hair. His balls felt like they were going to burst, the need to come on or in Jason so fierce.

Jason chuckled, blowing a puff of air across the head of Richard's cock. "No, but I'll suck you dry instead." He wrapped his lips around the head and swirled his tongue over the crown then slid as much as he could into his mouth.

Cursing loudly, Richard forced himself to turn loose of Jason's hair and grabbed the bedclothes instead, rocking his hips up to pump into the man's mouth. "Oh shit. Oh shit. Jason. Oh shit," he muttered under his breath as his eyes rolled back in his head.

Jason hummed and closed his eyes, swallowing around Richard's prick as he moved his fist along the length he didn't have in his mouth.

Mouth hanging open, Richard shouted hoarsely as he came, pushing deeper into Jason's mouth. He couldn't explain how he was feeling, technically he knew he was responding to the pheromones Jason was giving off, but this was the first time in his life he'd ever been affected by something like this.

Falling back to the bed limply, Richard gasped for breath as his legs shook from the intensity. "You okay?" he managed softly.

Jason ran his hand up Richard's leg as he swallowed every drop of what the other man had released and then licked him clean, shuddering out his own orgasm untouched as he nodded. He sighed softly and crawled off of Richard, slightly embarrassed by what had happened. He'd not done anything like that since he'd been in school, rubbing off against someone under the bleachers at a football game. What the hell was wrong with him? "Yeah, just a little messy," he whispered softly and flushed as he stood on wobbly legs to go get a warm cloth to clean up with.

"No... hold still," Richard murmured as he caught the hem of Jason's nightshirt and pulled him to the edge of the bed. Lifting the material almost reverently, he began to nuzzle and lap at Jason's groin.

"You smell incredible," he murmured as he licked Jason's cock clean, his big hands holding the smaller man's hips steady.

Jason whimpered and sucked in a breath as he felt Richard's tongue slid across the sensitive skin. It was all he could do not to thrust or rut against the other man's face. "So did you."

Richard looked up and gave Jason a big goofy grin as he pulled him down to the bed. "You're all clean now. Sleepy?" he drawled as he rubbed his face over the other man's hair.

Jason chuckled and pulled away for a moment, shucking the damp clothes off. He didn't have many clothes left and was going to have to wash soon but he didn't want to sleep in the wet spot on his shirt. Besides it was dark enough and it would still be dark in the morning when he got up to get dressed, but he wanted to lay next to the other man skin to skin, even if his belly was in the way. He climbed back into the bed next to Richard, tugging at his t-shirt. "Take this off too, please?" he asked softly.

Richard smiled as he sat up in the bed, carefully pulling his tee shirt off over his head. Tugging Jason closer to him, Richard caressed Jason's belly, letting his hands roam over the warm skin. "Would you like one of my shirts to sleep in?"

Jason shook his head, snuggling in closer to Richard's body and leaning his belly into Richard's hands. Sighing, he closed his eyes and yawned, "No, like this and the blankets on the bed will be fine. Davy keeps it warm enough in here."

"Sounds good to me too, baby," Richard murmured as he lay back with Jason in his arms. Pulling the blankets over them both, he gently kissed Jason's forehead. "I'm tired too."

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Damon leaned down over Grant, thrusting his hips against Grant's as he pressed their mouths together. "Love you, Pet." He groaned softly, resting his forehead against Grant's as his orgasm tightened his body and flowed into Grant for the second time in an hour. Exhausted, he collapsed on top of Grant, panting harshly.

Still striving to reach some imaginary point of relief, Grant tightened his legs around Damon's waist and pushed his hips back up at his husband. "Love you too," he whispered hoarsely as he tried to urge the man into further motion.

Damon grunted and got to his knees, easing out of Grant. He gave a half hearted thrust and shook his head. He rolled to the side and lay down on his back, "I can't, I'm sorry. The pills are wearing off and my head is killing me. Give me a minute, Pet and I'll get a toy, I promise."

Grant nodded tiredly, he was exhausted as well, but yet, he couldn't get his body to calm enough so that he could relax. Rolling to face Damon, he thrust his good hand between his legs and began to finger himself, desperate for some sort of relief.

"I'm so sorry Damon," he murmured, closing his eyes and biting his lip to keep from crying out in pain from aggravating the sore flesh. "I can't make it stop."

Groaning softly, Damon rolled to his side and reached out for Grant's hand, easing it away from his crotch. "Stop, it's not your fault. Don't make it worse than it already is." He pulled Grant closer to him, wrapping his arms around him and rubbed his back. He twined their legs trying to touch as much of Grant's body to his and nuzzled his neck.

His touch had always helped in the past, although nothing seemed to be working lately and everything seemed to be spiralling out of his control now. "I'm trying, baby, I really am."

Grant nodded, he knew Damon was doing all he could to help and he, himself, had no idea how to fix this. "Will you take me downstairs?" he begged softly, thinking that maybe his body could be beaten into submission.

Damon closed his eyes and bit his lip. At any other time he would have loved to take Grant down to their playroom, strap him into the swing, the chair, or the cross and just let him have his frustrations beat out of him. This was different though. He couldn't do that to Grant when he was so out of it that he didn't really know what he was asking for.

He, himself, wasn't right either and in no shape to watch for signs of Grant really being hurt and not just being relieved of his stresses. "No. Grant, I'm sorry but I can't do that to you. You aren't right. Neither one of us are in the right frame of mind for something like that."

"Please," Grant whispered and then shook his head, he knew better than to question his Dom. "I'm sorry Master, I didn't mean to ask again, I just don't know what to do."

Damon sighed and ran his hands over Grant's back. "I know, Pet. I'm at my wit's end as well." He swallowed. "Why don't we just get up and try to start the day? We'll try again in a little while. I'll take a Pepper-Up for this headache and then some of Sev's potion. Those pills are making me feel funny."

"Don't take any more, okay Damon? Really, I'll manage. I don't want you to do anything to your health because of me," Grant said as he scooted painfully to the edge of the bed. He had more of his sedative and he'd take it once he was up. "Why don't you try to rest for a little while and I'll start breakfast."

Damon sat up and ran his hand down Grant's back. "Go take a bath, Pet. Use your potions and crèmes. I can manage breakfast for us." He picked up his wand and cast a cleaning charm on himself, reaching for the bottle of water on the bedside table. He drank down a large swallow and smiled weakly at Grant. "We'll make it."

Grant nodded and then picked up the water from his night stand. "Don't drink any more of this Damon, okay? There's something in it," he said softly and clutched it to his chest sadly.

Damon frowned as he looked at his husband and took a deep breath. "Is it going to help with what's been going on?"

Grant shrugged. "I can't tell if it has or hasn't. It's something one of the potion masters from Oregon sent me before I retired, something he was supplying to a local doctor to calm psych patients," he said as he looked down at the water bottle. "I've been taking it since last night and it hasn't done a thing."

Damon nodded. "Pour it out then. If it isn't working, then we don't need it. I don't want anything Sev hasn't brewed in this house."

Grant nodded and started for the bathroom to do as he'd been told. "Do you want the bruise salve?" he asked, turning back to look at his husband.

Damon shook his head, walking slowly over to the dresser to pull out something to wear. "No, I want you to dispose of that medicine, take your bath and potions that Sev gave you, then come have breakfast with me. We need to go on to Clangman's to get whatever it is you want to make for dinner tonight." He grabbed some boxers and a t-shirt out of the drawer.

Damon looked up at Grant, studying him for a moment. "You still want to do this? The boys'll understand if we don't Pet. You know that, don't you?"

Grant looked back at Damon, somewhat torn in his decision and then nodding. "I have to. I need something that's normal right now," he said with a sad smile and a shrug. "I won't be long in the bath."

Damon nodded. "I'll make it happen then, Pet." He tossed his clothes onto the bed and limped over to Grant, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "Take your time and put the salves on yourself. Try not to irritate it too much." He smiled at Grant as he ran his hands up and down Grant's arms. "I promise I won't burn down the kitchen."

Grant smiled weakly up at him and then turned for the bathroom, closing the door behind him quietly.

Running his bath water, Grant poured in different oils in hopes of soothing his body while he sipped at a phial of sedative that Severus had brewed for him. Shuddering slightly at the bitter taste, he set the glass down on the counter and stepped into the bath with a long sigh and closed eyes.

Several minutes later, Grant was rocking back and forth, his arms wrapped around his chest as he silently prayed to any deity listening to stop the aching need that was consuming him. He couldn't keep doing this and what on earth would happen if every cycle after this was like this one or worse?

Damon listened at the door to Grant's whimpers and quiet prayers, hanging his head and biting back tears of frustration. For the first time in nearly forty years, he adding his own prayers softly, making the long unused sign of the cross as he finished then reaching out and touching the door. He trailed his fingers down the wood then turned and left the room, padding to the kitchen and flipping on the light. He stared at the phone for a moment then shook his head. Montgomery would call them if he found something.
Turning on the coffee maker, Damon then turned to the fridge and pulled out the eggs and bacon. He set them on the counter and looked at the phone again. He turned back and stared out the kitchen door toward the bedroom then picked up the phone, dialling the Corrican's number.

Davy answered the phone on the second ring, conditioned to grab it quick in case it was the hospital for Gregory. "Doctor Corrican's residence," he said as he stepped off the treadmill and sat down while waving a hand to Gregory just in case it was for him. With it being so early, it would almost have to be a medical call.

Damon took a breath and said another silent prayer. "Ah Davy. This... this is Damon. I'm sorry to bother you all so early but is Doctor Montgomery awake?" He let go of the breath softly. "Don't wake him if he isn't. I just... I don't know why I called. Never mind."

"Damon? Um... hold on, I hear someone moving around in the bedroom. Don't hang up, okay?" Davy said, frowning and getting to his feet quickly. He didn't know if Rich was awake or not, but if Damon was calling at this hour, he'd be awake regardless. "Just let me set the phone down for a minute, I'll be right back."

Damon ran a hand over his face and sighed, knowing he should have never picked up the phone. "All right," he murmured softly and looked toward the door, making certain Grant wasn't coming. He turned to the stove and wedged the phone between his shoulder and his ear then bent and pulled out a skillet to start the bacon while he waited.

Davy set the phone down and went to the closed door of the guest room and knocked softly before opening it. Spying Richard under the blankets, Davy crossed the room and shook the man's shoulder gently.

"Rich, you need to get up. There's a phone call for you and I think it's important," Davy said softly, not wanting to wake Jason.

Richard sat up immediately; awake with the ingrained speed of a doctor and years of being on call. "What? I'm up." He blinked rapidly several times and rubbed at his face.

Davy stood back quickly. "Damon Wolffe is on the phone for you. He didn't say why, but he sounds upset."

"Damn," Richard pushed back the blankets and got out of the bed, looking around the room for his sweats that Jason had pulled off last night, as he stumbled toward the bathroom. "I'll be there in a minute. Where the hell are my freaking clothes?" He rubbed at his face again and shook his head, trying to clear the fog of emotions that were calling to his body, demanding he crawl back into the bed with Jason.

Davy nodded and picked up a pair of pants that had been lying on the floor at his feet. "Here," he said softly and tossed them after Richard before going back out to let Damon know he was coming.

"Damon? Rich said he'd be right here," Davy said as he picked the phone back up and was relieved to find the line wasn't dead.

Damon grunted and sipped at his coffee. "You didn't wake him up, did you?" He stabbed a bacon slice and began flipping them over one by one with a fork.

"It's alright Damon, he's a doctor. You're married to one as well, so I'm sure you're used to early calls as well," Davy replied with an unseen shrug.

Damon cursed. "I know that, boy, but I done told you not to wake him up." He sighed and shook his head. "You're still as hard headed as ever, son."

"With all due respect Damon, if you are calling at a quarter to six on a Sunday morning, then you really need to speak to Rich whether he needs to be woke up or not," Davy said unapologetically.

Damon bit his lip for a moment and swallowed hard. "You need to be beat more. Gregory don't keep you in line enough if you are sassing me this early," he said softly and chuckled weakly.

Davy grinned. "I agree completely Damon, if you don't mind, I'll pass the suggestion on to him. Rich will be out in a second. Are you alright?"

"I'm sure he'll take it to heart." Damon snorted and cut his eyes toward the door, sighing softly as he began turning the strips of pork again. "I'll live, Davy."

Davy heard the frustration in the man's voice and asked softly. "What about Grant?"

Damon grit his teeth together. "Boy, did you wake that man up and are buying him time?" he growled softly.

"Yes Sir," Davy said automatically as obedience to the man's tone kicked in.

"Dammit boy, I told you not to." Damon snarled and hung up the phone. He laid it on the counter and hung his head, knowing that he was an idiot for acting the way he had. There was no excuse for it, except he just felt so out of control lately that it had felt good to take back that little bit.

Davy bit his lip as he stared at the dead phone in his hand. He hadn't meant to upset the man, but he just had a feeling that he really needed to talk to Richard. Looking up as Rich walked into the living room, he shrugged.

"He got mad at me for waking you up and hung up."

Richard frowned and scratched his head, arching an eyebrow at Davy as he padded into the kitchen searching for something to eat or possible some coffee to shake off the urge to crawl back into bed. Now that he was up he could start on Doctor Wolffe's file again if he could just shake off this lethargy. "Is that normal? For Mister Wolffe, I mean?"

He opened a cabinet and pulled down a coffee mug, wondering if Doctor Wolffe was having the same maddening effects on his spouse that Jason was trying passing along to him.

Davy shrugged as he followed Richard into the kitchen and started the coffee maker. "Damon is a little rough around the edges, but, no, he's never really been like this to me before."

Richard hummed and leaned against the counter. "And Doctor Wolffe? I suppose you heard all about what happened at the restaurant the other day? That's completely out of character?" He looked over at Davy, covering his mouth as he yawned.

Davy nodded. "Jason told me. I can't believe he did that, really. Grant is one of the sweetest people that you could ever meet Rich, he's just not like this," he said and raised his hands in futility. "Neither one of them are acting right."

Richard nodded and stood up, going to the fridge to peer inside to look for something to snack on as he thought. "So you think everything is all right?"

Davy shook his head. "No, I think everything is all wrong," he said softly. "I'll fix you some breakfast."

Richard nodded and picked the telephone up thoughtfully. "Let me try calling him back to see what the problem is," he said as he punched the redial button and waited. Frowning as he heard the distinctive burr of a busy signal, he shook his head and hung up only to try twice more.

"What's wrong?" Davy asked as he looked up from what he mixing.

"Line's busy. I'd hazard a guess that's he'd left it off the hook," Richard said with annoyance and a little worry. He had seen Doctor Wolffe have a fit and if that wasn't normal behaviour for him then something was terribly off with the small man.

"I'll try their cell numbers, alright? Let me get my phone, the numbers are programmed in it," Davy said as he set his whisk down and went to get his cell phone from the bedroom where he'd left it.

Richard laid a hand on his shoulder. "Don't bother. We'll go over there and see what's going on since I'm curious about it now. Is Greg up? We can take a trip over there if you like and check on them. Just give me a minute to finish dressing and check on Jason."

"You want to go over there this early?" Davy asked and then shrugged. "I'll get Greg."

Leaving the kitchen, he went to their bedroom and sat down on the edge of the bed. Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to Gregory's jaw and whispered in his ear. "Master, I'm sorry to wake you, but Rich needs you."

Gregory wrapped an arm around Davy's neck and pulled him down on to the bed. "What about you? Do you need me?" he grumbled in a sleep roughened voice and nuzzled Davy. "It's not really important, is it?"

"I always need you," Davy said with a smile as he pressed a kiss to the man's lips. "It involves Damon and Grant. Damon called earlier and then hung up and now the line is busy."

Gregory opened his eyes and looked at Davy. "Everything all right? Someone call Severus and let him know what was going on?"

"I don't know. Damon just called to talk to Rich and then hung up and now Rich wants us to go over there with him to check on them," Davy said as he sat back and made room for Gregory to sit up in the bed.

Gregory nodded and sat up. "If he wants to go over there then there is probably a good reason. Grab my bag for me just in case and call Severus. See if he knows what's going on. Might as well wake the rest of the town. Merlin help us all if something were to happen to Damon and Grant."

"Yes Sir," Davy murmured as he went to the closet and laid out some clothes for them both. "Should I call him before we go or wait until we know what's going on?"

Gregory flung back the blankets and padded to the bathroom, "Call him as we are walking out the door. I don't want it to be my ass that Severus is going to be after if we get out there and there's something bad happening."

Davy paused and looked at Gregory for a moment. "But what if isn't something they don't want Severus there for? Maybe we should call Max?" he asked, a pair of jeans in one hand and a sweater in the other.

Gregory stuck his head out of the bathroom, toothbrush hanging out of his mouth. "Max has his family to worry about and doesn't need to be bothered this early. Damon obviously called Richard for a reason, so I think we can just leave Max completely out of this, don't you?" He ducked back into the bathroom.

"But he didn't call Severus either," Davy said as he carried the clothes into the bathroom and leaned against the doorway. "All I'm saying is that maybe we should wait and see what the situation is."

Gregory washed his face and dried it on a towel. He turned and walked out of the bathroom. "Rich is a doctor and so am I, but neither one of us can work potions like Severus can. If something happens I'd really rather Severus be aware of it so he can at least supply us with the brew if necessary."

"I'll get dressed then call. Would you like something to eat?" Davy asked as he gave the man a smile and followed along behind him.

"If I have to be up this early, I want donuts and coffee." Gregory ginned at him as he pulled a t-shirt on over his head. "We'll stop and get some on the way out of town. Oh, gods, they'll be so good and hot and fresh!" He moaned and licked his lips.

Davy just laughed as he shook his head. "Alright. I'll tell Rich you're up and getting ready," he said as he left their bedroom and knocked on the door to the guest room.

Jason opened the door and stared at Davy as he struggled with a sweater, trying to pull the ends over his stomach. "He's almost dressed. Have you seen the dead dick sign?"

Davy looked at Jason, a bewildered expression on his face. "The what?"

Jason grinned. "The dead dick sign. His belt with that ten ton weight on the end of it, you know?" He frowned. "Did I say it wrong?"

"His buckle?" Davy asked slowly, trying to wrap his mind around what Jason had said. "Um... no, I haven't seen it, but you might look in the office if he was in there last night."

Jason flushed and nodded, squeezing past Davy to waddle to Gregory's office and returning with Richard's belt a moment later. "Thanks. We'll be out in a minute."

"Are you going with us?" Davy asked dumbly as he watched Jason go back into the bedroom. "We're going to stop to get donuts."

Jason turned around and looked at Davy, smiling at him and nodding. "If that's all right, I want to see Doctor Wolffe. I won't say no to a bag of donut holes and chocolate milk either."

"Then we'll make sure you have them," Davy said warmly. "We'll be ready to go in a few minutes. I'm going to warm up the car now."

After going outside and starting their car, Davy pulled out his cell phone and took a deep breath before dialling the Overlook.

Severus grunted and reached out over Harry, knocking everything off the bedside table trying to get at the phone. He pulled it under the blankets and pressed the button, "Wh'sit?"

"Severus? This is Davy. Look, I'm really sorry to be calling you so early, but Greg wanted you to know that we're on our way over to your parent's place," Davy said quickly, hoping the man woke up in better moods than he had years ago.

Severus groaned and huffed out a breath. "And... so?" He didn't even want to know what cooking thing Grant and Davy had planned. He'd gone back to sleep and was now relishing his slumber.

"Damon called for Richard about twenty minutes ago," Davy said quietly. "I don't know why, he'd hung up before Rich could get to the phone."

Severus opened his eyes. "What did you say?" He ran a hand across his face as he sat up and leaned back against the headboard.

"Damon called earlier to speak to Rich," Davy repeated, motioning to Rich and the others to hurry up. "Greg wanted me to let you know that we're on our way over to check on them. Rich was concerned when he found out that Damon had hung up before speaking to him."

Severus eased out of the bed. "Who did Damon talk to and what did he say? Why is Montgomery concerned?" He padded to the closet, pulling jeans off a hanger as he wedged the phone between his ear and his shoulder.

"I answered the phone and he wanted to talk to Rich and then became angry after he found out that I'd gone to wake him up. I don't know why he wanted to talk to Rich, but he sounded frazzled," Davy replied quickly, chewing on his bottom lip and wondering if he should have called at all.

Severus hummed. He knew Damon had given Grant's file to Montgomery and he'd been meaning to call the man himself about Harry. If Grant had been acting any stranger than he had last night it was entirely possible Damon was calling to demand results. It might be nothing, but then again when it came to Grant, anything was possible. He tossed his jeans over his shoulder and pulled down a shirt. "I'll meet you there."

"We're leaving in a few minutes, so we'll see you shortly," Davy said as he ended the call and wondered how Damon would chose to kill him for calling Severus. With a sigh and a shrug, he pulled Gregory's coat from the closet and took it into his husband.

"Severus is on his way."

Gregory nodded and pressed a kiss to Davy's cheek, eyeing Richard and Jason as his friend helped the younger man into his coat. "We've got a regular welcoming wagon this morning, don't we? Are you going as well, Jason?"

"Yes Doc, I want to make sure Doctor Wolffe is alright. I'm worried about him," Jason said as he shyly tucked his fingers in Richard's and gave them a squeeze. "It's alright isn't it?"

Gregory stared at him for a moment then shook his head and smiled. "Why not? The more the merrier." He opened the door, gesturing them all out the door. "Let's get a move on them there are donuts and espresso calling my name."

He looked at Davy. "Did you grab my bag too?"

Davy stopped and held up a finger. "Sorry, let me get it Greg," he said as he turned back around and went to the man's office and got what he'd asked for.

Several minutes later, all four were settled into the warmed car with Gregory behind the wheel, the morning skies starting to lighten up as the sun rose.

Gregory pulled up into the drive of the Wolffe's house and shoved the last of the maple bar into his mouth. He washed it down with a large gulp of his espresso and grabbed his bag from the floor board. He looked over his shoulder at Richard and nodded. "Ready?"

Richard nodded, picking up his case as well, not sure of what they were going to find on the other side of the door. He was certainly hoping that they wouldn't be met with a loaded shotgun. Looking back at Jason, he bit his lip. "Why don't they wait here for a moment?"

Gregory nodded. That sounded all right with him. He looked at Davy. "We'll let you know if it's all right to come in after a bit. Keep the car running so you all are warm." He leaned over and kissed Davy's cheek. "If we've not told you to come up by the time Severus gets in you can come in with him, I guess."

Davy nodded and gave Gregory a tight smile; he was worried too about just showing up unannounced like this. Damon Wolffe was a man that valued his privacy and safety and by coming out so early, uninvited, they were violating that. "Be careful," he murmured softly and stared at the darkened house. There was a lamp burning in one of the front rooms, but he couldn't see any movement.

Gregory nodded and looked back at Richard once more as he opened the door. "Let's go." He slid out of the car and shut the door behind him, making his way to the back kitchen porch of the old farmhouse.

Richard shook his head and followed, muttering under his breath. "If I hear any thing about me having a purty mouth, I'm out of here."

Gregory turned around and looked at Rich, arching an eyebrow at his friend. "Excuse me?"

"What? Haven't you seen Deliverance?" Richard asked with a chuckle as he mounted the porch steps and grinned down at Gregory.

Gregory chuckled. "Davy said the same thing the first time we came out here. It just hadn't occurred to that the original country boy would be worried about it now. Damon and Grant are good people and I want to help them. I trust your judgement. If you think it's necessary to be out here then that's all there is to it." He stopped and knocked on the back door.

Grant opened his eyes at the sound of the knock. After his bath, he'd laid back down and dozed fitfully. "Damon?" he mumbled softly, reaching behind his back to find the spot that his husband slept in to be empty.

As the knocking came again, Grant groaned and forced himself out of the bed, wondering who in the hell was on their doorstep at this hour. Tying the sash of his robe tightly around his waist, he went to the kitchen, barely noticing that Damon had been cooking before he opened the door. "Yes?"

Gregory stared at Grant, blinking at him for a moment then shook his head. "Damon...," he stopped and cleared his throat; "Damon called us about half an hour ago. Are you all right?"

"He called you?" Grant asked in confusion as he opened the door more to allow the man into his house, stiffening as he spotted Richard. "Doctor Montgomery."

Richard eyed Grant, taking in his appearance critically and looking around as he entered the house. "Doctor Wolffe, my apologies for disturbing you so early. It's my fault we are bothering you. When your husband called he sounded a little upset and I took it upon myself to see if there was something I could do to help out."

Grant looked around the room bewilderedly, not sure where Damon was, one hand clutching his robe at the throat. "I'll see if I can find him for you," he murmured, shutting the door behind them and wondering where Damon was.

Gregory continued to stare at Grant, not used to seeing the man so out of order and dishevelled. It was disturbing actually, to see him looking so lost. He looked around the kitchen at what appeared to have been breakfast that had been abruptly left for one reason or another.

Turning back around, Gregory looked at Grant. "Why don't you have a seat and have some breakfast, Grant? I'll find him in a moment if you like."

Grant turned back to look at Gregory. "Hmmmm? Oh... alright," he murmured sitting down at his place the table, wincing as his bottom hit the wood. "I didn't know he was cooking. I should have been making his breakfast."

Gregory shrugged as he looked through the cabinets for dishes; trying to recall where things were from the last time he'd been in the house. "He was just trying to take care of you. I do it for Davy, although he doesn't let me in the kitchen except to clean up afterwards," he chuckled as he found the plates and began dishing up the scrambled eggs.

Richard watched the two men interact but mainly focused on Doctor Wolffe, noting his wince. The man looked worn out and exhausted. He turned as Damon entered the kitchen and stared at the man in shock.

Damon stared at the three men in his kitchen. He frowned and wiped his brow with a handkerchief. "What's going on in here?" He limped over to Grant and leaned down, pressing a kiss to his brow. "You all right, Pet?"

"Yes Sir. They were knocking so I let them in. Greg said you called?" Grant asked, tipping his face up to Damon. "Where were you? I couldn't find you."

Nervously, Grant reached out to curl the fingers of his good hand in Damon's shirt. "I couldn't find you," he repeated softly.

"My apologies Damon, but your call alarmed Rich and we just wanted to be sure everything was alright," Gregory explained, closing the cupboard door and leaning against the counter.

Damon looked at Gregory and Richard, frowning again and shook his head at them. He squeezed Grant's hand gently and leaned down again, running one hand over his back as he kissed him again. "It's all right, baby. I'm right here. I needed to take care of something. That drink I had this morning didn't agree with me," he said softly.

Straightening, he looked at Gregory. "I apologize for disturbing you this morning and for having you all to come out here. I told your boy not to wake Doctor Montgomery and he did anyway."

Richard nodded. "It wasn't a problem, Mister Wolffe. Was there something you needed?" He looked at Grant. "Did one of you have a question for me?"

Grant stared back at Richard, a shudder running through his frame as the sedative fought to control his body. "I think he needs you to fix me," he said softly and then turned to Damon.

"I think there's something wrong with me there Damon," he whispered softly and averted his eyes.

Damon made a face, flushing slightly. "Grant, yes we need help but I don't think there's anything wrong with your... parts. I told you there ain't no one operating on you there. Pierce was a quack."

Richard arched an eyebrow and looked over at Gregory for a moment then back at Grant. "I've looked at your files Doctor Wolffe. According to Doctor Sorens, everything is perfectly healthy. Has something happened recently, since you've seen him last?"

Grant shook his head and then sighed, his face colouring as he pulled Damon down to whisper in his ear, embarrassed to say it out loud. "It's bleeding more."

While in the bath, he'd discovered he'd started bleeding and when he couldn't staunch the trickle, he'd simply folded a washcloth and padded between his legs as he'd put on his underclothes.

Damon closed his eyes and sucked in a breath, swallowing hard. "You want me to tell him or you want me to call Max and have him meet you up at the practice building?" he asked just as softly.

He opened his eyes and looked at Richard and Gregory, raising a hand apologetically at the two men.

"I don't want to go anywhere," Grant murmured as he sat back in his seat and studied his cast.

"Damon? Is everything alright?" Gregory asked in concern as he watched the older men and wondered who needed medical attention more at the moment.

Damon sighed and nodded "All right, you won't have to then. I'll see what I can do." he rubbed Grant's back as he straightened. He looked back and forth between Gregory and Richard. "He's bleeding... there. We've been having sex a lot lately for his cycle and his skin is all abraded. But he don't want to go nowhere to get it looked at. Can you do something about it here?"

Richard nodded, he had no trouble doing a house call and he had his bag with him. He looked at Gregory and shrugged. "Sure Mister Wolffe, I don't mind, do you Greg?"

Gregory's eyes widened. "Ah... Rich. I have my bag but do you know how long it's been since I did an OB/GYN rotation?"

"It'll be alright, that's my field if, Mister Wolffe, and his husband are alright with me overseeing," Richard said, well aware that Grant would most likely rather sit on a cactus before he'd let him examine him alone.

"That's alright with me," Grant mumbled, reaching out to take Damon's hand in his own. "But Damon needs to be looked at too, you'll need to stun him first though. He's stubborn."

Damon stiffened and glared at Grant. "I'm fine. Don't you be siccing them witchdoctors on me, Injun." He looked up at Gregory. "One of you fix him though. Even I know this can't keep going on for the next three weeks. Something's got to be done."
Gregory nodded and picked up his bag. "Do you mind if we use your room, or would you rather we use a different bed?" he asked Damon as he watched the man help his small husband to his feet. "If you don't mind, I'm going to have Davy and Jason come in."

Grant looked up in surprise. "They're outside?" he asked softly. "They shouldn't be outside, it's cold and Jason's having a baby, he needs to be in where it's warm. Damon, could you get them in?" He looked up at his husband, his eyes large and pleading.

Damon frown for a moment then smiled at his husband and nodded. "Don't know why in the hell they left them in the damned car like dogs but I'll get them and feed them so long as you play nice with Gregory and Montgomery." He held up a hand then walked out of the room returning a few moments later with Baby tucked in his jacket, under his arm. "Now you can use the bedroom."

He looked at Grant. "You know she was in the bed with you? I looked all over for her this morning and couldn't find her till just now."

Grant gave the little dog a smile. "She was keeping my back warm," he said softly and smiled up at Damon.

Richard shuffled his feet for a moment. "We weren't exactly sure of our welcome and thought it'd be for the best if they waited," he explained.

Grant looked toward the door leading to the rest of the house and looked back to Damon. "Everything is put away?" he asked curiously and wondered if he needed to clean anything up. Their friend and his friend didn't need to see various sex toys and other things lying about.

Damon rolled his eyes and rubbed Baby's head as he walked to the kitchen door, snagging the little animal a piece of bacon as a treat. "Yeah, I cleaned up in there and made the bed. Just don't open the closet door." He looked back at Gregory and Montgomery as he opened the door. "Whatcha think I was going to do shoot ya? Just keep that in mind if you don't fix my Grant." He grinned and walked out, slamming the door behind him.

Gregory blanched at the words and looked at Richard. "Are you sure about this?" he muttered as he followed Grant as the small man made his way slowly from the kitchen.

"I've been threatened with worse. I seem to remember Frank offering to give me swimming lessons to the bottom of Martha's Vineyard when I met your parents." Richard looked at Gregory. "Besides, I thought you said you knew them and they were good people."

"They are good people, I just don't want to do something that doesn't make Grant better," Gregory murmured and then shrugged. "If he's just raw, we can put some ointment on him."

Grant paused at the door to the bedroom and looked back at the two men. "Damon won't shoot you," he said softly, "and I've been using salves and ointments, they aren't helping much."

Gregory flushed. "I'm sorry, Grant. I don't mean to speak about him as such but," he sighed then looked at Grant again. "What do you mean the lotions aren't helping?"

Richard nodded as he listened to Grant. He'd never seen anyone actually fuck themselves raw but he had a feeling that that was exactly what the small man was trying to avoid saying. "How often and are you letting your skin heal between each act?"

Grant shrugged and looked down in embarrassment. "As often as possible with Damon and then when he can't, we use... other things," he said softly and picked at the wood of the door jamb. "The lotions aren't helping any. Nothing is numbing me."

Gregory stared at Grant then looked at Richard. "Sex? Is he talking about sex? That's why he's walking like that?"

Richard frowned and glared at Gregory. "You need to stop using the aids. I'll need to see how badly you've injured yourself but you shouldn't need the sexual aids if Mister Wolffe is able to perform." he arched an eyebrow at Grant. "He is able to, isn't he?"

Gregory groaned. "Oh gods, you have a death wish. I can't believe you just asked that about Damon Wolffe."

"Yes, but he's been taking things to help," Grant answered as he turned on the bedroom light and stepped into the room, turning to face the two men. "Where do you want me?"

Richard ignored Gregory as he followed Grant into the bedroom. "Sit on the end of the bed for now. I know this isn't comfortable and I want you to try and relax as much as possible. Is there anything I can get you before we begin?" he drew his bag and his wand out of his pocket and tapped the bag, resizing it then set it on the end of the bed.

Sitting down as he'd been asked, Grant untied the sash of his robe and shrugged. "I've already had my pain meds and my sedative this morning. I don't think there's anything else you can do, is there?" he asked hopefully as he looked up at Richard and then at Gregory.

Richard shrugged. "We're in your home, Doctor Wolffe, so if there is anything else you'd like then just let me know. I try to accommodate all the people I see to the best of my abilities. I'll make you as comfortable as I can with what I've got available."

Grant slowly got to his feet, trying not to wince as he made his way to the bathroom to get the potions Damon used when his hip acted up. As he left the room, Gregory stared in horror at the small man.

"Do you see that?" he whispered to Richard, nodding towards the bloodstains that were seeping through the back of Grant's robe. "What in the hell has he done to himself to cause that?"

Richard shook his head. "I don't know but they shouldn't need the sexual toys if everything was in working order. One of them isn't supplying the other with something; I just don't know which one it is." He looked at Gregory.

"Fleymann's carriers bond to their partners, especially once they have found the person most compatible with their magic. Once the carrier finds their partner, a sort of symbiotic circle is created between the two of them. Most Fleymann's carriers stay with that person for their entire lives and the two of them enrich each other, giving and receiving physically, magically and strengthening one another."

He shrugged and continued. "They are in essence, heart mates, I think, once of the legends about Fleymann's I read said. I think we call them soul mates, now."

"Then what the hell is this?" Gregory whispered, a feeling of rage and protectiveness surging up for the small man in the other room. "Maybe he doesn't need to be here."

Richard looked at Gregory, arching an eyebrow in surprise. "Look, I know he's your friend but I am trying to help him. I can't do that if he doesn't let me and seeing as we just arrived and I've only had his file one day, I don't think you realize the task I'm facing. Doctor Wolffe is the most senior Fleymann's carrier I've ever been in contact with. I've never even seen this happen before."

"But he's hurt and he shouldn't be, right? Shouldn't Damon be taking care of this? He isn't, he's out there and leaving us to tend to Grant and Grant's torn up because Damon can't do something right. How hard can it be to make love to someone like that? I mean really. Look at him, he's like a little doll," Gregory muttered angrily, stabbing at the air with a forefinger to make his point.

Richard blinked. "What?" He looked toward the door where Grant had gone then back at Gregory.

Gregory took a step towards the closed bathroom door, a look of determination on his handsome face. "I need to take care of him."

"Whoa! Slow down there, big boy, I don't think so." Richard grabbed his arm and looked Gregory in the eyes. "What do you mean you need to take care of him?"

Gregory shook his friend's hand off and looked at him. "He needs to be taken care of. I'm going to take care of him," he said slowly, each word exaggerated as if he were talking to the village idiot. "I can take care of him."

Richard looked toward the bathroom door then back at Gregory. "We're going to take care of him. Mister Wolffe asked us too."

"I said I would do it."

Grant opened the bathroom door then, bathrobe discarded and in its place he was wearing one of Damon's tee-shirts that hung almost to his knees. In one hand, he held a glass bottle filled with a dark green liquid. "I have this. Damon takes it when his hip is bothering him. Can I have it too?" he asked, oblivious to the tension in the air.

Richard turned and looked at Grant. "I don't know what it is and would really rather you not have anything else that is liable to make you unable to answer any questions I have for you." He looked back at Gregory, stepping slightly in front him, placing himself between Gregory and Grant. "Are you that uncomfortable with the both of us in this room and would rather have someone else with you?"

Grant bit his lip and shook his head. "No, I just want to stop hurting and feeling for a little while. You can fix it, can't you?" he asked as he stepped towards the bed gingerly, walking a little bowlegged. Sitting down carefully on the edge of the bed, he swallowed and looked around. "You're going to conjure stirrups, right? I won't have to just hold my legs up in the air?"

Richard nodded as he moved around, once again in front of Gregory, keeping himself between Doctor Wolffe and the other man. "I can, although if you've irritated your skin that bad that it's raw, my adding insult to injury isn't going to help you and I really don't want to hurt you further. I'll be able to see if that's the problem without putting you in the uncomfortable position."

Gregory elbowed his way past Richard and smiled down at Grant. "Here, let me help you," he said as he reached out to help the man scoot further back on the bed. "Just put your legs up and bend your knees for me. Let your legs fall open naturally and we'll take a look."

Grant nodded wearily as he scooted back and then pulled his shirt up enough to hook his thumb in the waistband of his underwear. "Sorry I didn't take it off in the bathroom, I didn't want to get anything on the floor," he mumbled, face turning red in embarrassment as he looked away from the men while he tugged at his waistband.

"Wait!" Richard nearly groaned then stepped forward and placed a hand on Grant's knee. "Just a minute before you disrobe completely." He cleared his throat and walked over to the door, opening it and calling out. "Davy! Mister Wolffe! Could you come back here a moment?"

Gregory bristled, turning to glare at Richard. "What is the matter, Rich? We don't need a damned circus in here," he hissed angrily.

Richard arched an eyebrow at his friend. "I hate to say it, bud, but this time I think we do." He turned to Grant. "I think I might know what the problem is and you don't even have to get any more undressed.

"You do?" Grant asked hopefully, letting his hands fall back to the bed. "Can you fix it?"

"We'll know in about five seconds." Richard murmured as he heard footsteps and voices.

Damon led Davy back to the bedroom and entered the room. "What's going on? What's all the yelling for?"

Davy looked around the bedroom and curiously at Gregory. "What's going on?" he asked, pushing up the sleeves of his sweater.

"Nothing's going on, Rich just has his damned head up his ass again," Gregory spat angrily, bristling more as Damon walked in.

Richard took a deep breath, his suspicions taking root as he shook his head. "Testing out a theory. Mister Wolffe, if you would please, take a seat over by your husband, please. Davy, you as well. Sit on the other side of Doctor Wolffe."

Davy shrugged as he followed Damon to the bed and reached out to pat Grant's shoulder gently and then lean in to give him a hug.

Gregory fumed and glared at both men, turning to Richard. "What the hell are you trying to prove?" he snarled.

Damon glared at Gregory. "There's no need to get your drawers in a bunch and act like a shit. What Grant's got ain't contagious, you asshole."

"I never said it was. I can take care of him Damon, obviously you're having trouble there," Gregory sneered rudely, crossing his arms over his chest and staring at the man.

Damon snorted and stood. "You think you can, little man. It takes more than a switch hitter to handle my Grant. You ain't man enough, boy."

Grant stared in disbelief at what was happening, getting to his feet and putting his good hand on Damon's arm, tugging at it to get his attention. "He said he could fix me Damon," he whispered, desperate for some sort of relief.

"That's right Grant, I can do it, he can't," Gregory said with a smug smile as Davy looked at his husband like he'd grown a second head.

Damon wrapped his arm around Grant, pulling him close to him but sneering at Gregory. "I believe it was the other doctor, the one that looks old enough to practice for real, that said he could help my Grant, not you." he smirked as he cut his eyes over at Davy. "You can't even handle your own little subbie and Grant would wipe the floor with him in a heartbeat."

"What the hell are you talking about, old man? What do you mean I can't handle Davy?" Gregory snapped angrily, taking a step forward, hands balled into fists at his sides.

"What did I do wrong?" Davy asked, somewhat hurt by Damon's remarks and confused by his husband's behaviour.

Richard watched like one would at a train wreck, his mouth hanging open. He couldn't believe some of the things that had been said and never would have believed it would have gotten this far. But all he could do was watch it unfold before his eyes, too stunned to step between them.

Damon slung Grant behind him and onto the bed then stepped forward. "Just what I said, son. He doesn't listen and therefore, you can't control him. You aren't man enough for my Grant. But, if you think you're big enough for me, then bring it on."

Gregory narrowed his eyes and stepped toe to toe with Damon. "If you were actually man enough for Grant, he wouldn't need those rubber dicks, now would he? So why don't you just go sit out in your rocking chair and let me take care of him."

Still stunned by what Damon had said, Davy stared at Gregory, it taking a few seconds to realize that his husband wasn't defending him to the other man in the least.

Grant lie on the bed, shocked by what was going on, trying to get back to his feet to get between the two men.

Severus rounded the corner into the bedroom, trying to listen to Jason and walk slow enough for the small man. He looked up, sucking in a breath at what he saw and drew his wand, aiming it at his father and Gregory. "Stupify! Stupify!"

He watched the red light fading around their bodies as they fell and looked up at the others around the room. "What the bloody hell is going on?"

"I don't know. They just started this stupid pissing contest out of nowhere," Grant said, the small man was visibly upset as he knelt down next to his husband and stroked his face gently. "Wake him up, Severus."

On the other hand, Davy stood and looked down at his husband, the hurt easy to read on his face that the man hadn't stood up for him to the other Dom. Biting his lip for a moment, he was tempted to kick Gregory, but instead shook his head and walked past the other men and out of the bedroom.

Severus watched Davy go then looked at Grant, raising his wand to do so. "Are you certain?"

Richard cleared his throat "I'm afraid I can't let you do that. Not until you separate them or at least have someone go get Davy so I can explain why Gregory was acting like that." he paused. "Well, even then it might not help much." He looked down at his friend and shook his head. "Gregory is going to be buying a lot of kitchenware soon."

Grant just sat down heavily on the bed, unmindful of the pain he was in as he stared at the two men on his bedroom floor. All he'd wanted was to stop hurting and now Damon had gone all Marine on him and the normally amiable young man they were friends with had behaved like some testosterone driven thug.

"I give up," he said softly, shaking his head sadly. "I can't do this anymore. Doctor Montgomery, will having everything taken out of me stop all of this?" Grant gestured at Damon and then at his own body.

Richard stared at Grant in horror. "I'm not going to mutilate you like that. There has to be another way, there's something I'm missing in all this." He walked closer to the Doctor Wolffe waiting on his pheromones to hit him or Snape, waiting for the two of them to come to blows next. That was part of all this but he couldn't touch on the why just yet. He reached down and pulled Gregory away from Mister Wolffe and dropped him then stood suddenly as he watched Snape walk over to Grant and wrap his arms around the small man just as Davy had done. And nothing happened.

"Oh shit." Richard looked down at Damon then back up at Grant. There could have only been a few reasons why he, Davy and Snape weren't affect by the pheromones Grant had been putting off. There was nothing wrong with the little man and he'd been looking at the problem entirely backwards. "There's nothing wrong with you, exactly, Doctor Wolffe. It's your husband that's the problem. It's him we have to operate on."