Cupid Painted Blind

Chapter 14: “We are not the same persons this year as last; nor are those we love. It is a happy chance if we, changing, continue to love a changed person.” W. Somerset Maugham

The day had burnt out the sky and the embers of night reigned. Dinner was being served in the great hall.

Victor reclined on the lounge by the fire listening to the hubbub that was Hogwarts, from the lick and hisses of burning torches in the myriad of hallways and clink of moving stairways to hundreds of voices flowing as one in the Great hall. Two voices stood out from the gathered throng one male and one female.

For two days, since they had taken him to the door of Snape’s apartment on the Friday night they had not seen nor heard of Harry. They were worried and justly so, entertaining thoughts of an awkward manner and a stirring of plans that could yet undermine this union.

Victor felt the sensual men relaxing in the next room, comfortable in their unity and for the first time since the ‘Kiss’ he believed in the triumvirate.

When Severus had first come to him requesting the Kiss he was worried, perhaps the enigmatic man was looking to cast him aside, the concern did not lessen any when he saw the Cupido, but having followed with curiosity the wizarding world and its obsession with the-boy-who-lived, he thought the request reasonable.

Truth told he would do anything for his man; the blood in their veins made them one, now they were three. This third had changed the relationship, yes he had consented… but fear unbidden wrapped its black tendrils around his heart.

Soon the link would affirm itself and they would all be together three as one, one blood and one future, no fears, no insecurities, as one mind there would be communication, honesty and trust.

Snape was amazing. Victor remembered the day they met. A sad young man devoid of love desperate for a word of kindness playing the alley; the most beautiful thing he had seen since the shop owner had placed his dusty bones in the window.

Peddling his body on the street unconcerned about who or why, desperate financially and for a kind word. Victor sensed the magic the power of the waif and called to him, it hurt even now what the lad had endured in order to take his moulding bones home.

But their lives had changed and for the better, then that manipulative bastard Voldemort promised his beloved the world and everything Severus desired. Thankfully they could not be separated by mere mortals.

Victor gazed into the fire a tumbler of Ogden’s in his hand the bottle hovering patiently near by. He loved Severus, adored him, his keen mind, his laugh, his touch. He had rescued Severus and Severus had rescued him.

Now there was another and they were three. If it worked they were to become a power beyond anything what-so-ever even that trumped up self proclaimed Lord could imagine.

If it didn’t … well time would tell, and as immortals they certainly had time, lots of it.

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Severus traced kisses along Harry’s shoulder and neck. “Stay” whispered Snape. Drowsy Harry murmured “… Yes. …can do ‘Roll Over’ and ‘Fetch’ hmmm and ‘Beg’ too.”

“Sometime soon Victor will need to share these quarters. We may also need to share bedding depending on the demands of the link. Sleeping together however, does not automatically mean sex.”

Harry, interest stirring in his loins came awake to the thought of being the meat in a sex sandwich. Wriggling around to face his beloved sensual man Harry smiled and pressed himself full body against him. “Victor waits”

A velvet voice interrupted their musings, “He did wait.” Victor approached the bed.

“By my calculations you will need to feed tonight, take your vitamin supplement that is.” He leant across Harry caressing his senses with a perfume of sandalwood, orange blossoms and peach to gently capture Snape’s lips.

The closeness of the third made Harry’s skin tingle, breathe caught in his throat, the pounding of his heart loud to his ears. He needed this man, these men heart, body and soul.

“I thought I would offer myself as a lamb. I am quite accustomed to the hunt, I have fed and you may feed from me.” Victor’s velvet voice stirred Harry’s inner demons clawing just below the surface.

Instinctively Harry reached for the golden god who leant above him and cupping his head drew their faces together. The kiss was tender, arousing and inviting.

Victor stepped away from the bed with two pairs of hungry eyes caressing him. Slowly, mischievously a small smile playing on his lips he removed his shirt to display a gently muscled hairless chest. A fine powdering of golden hair flowed from his navel to vanish into his trousers invitingly.

He ran his hands across his body in appreciation and rested them momentarily on his belt, an unspoken question. Gradually he undid the belt tugging it from its rest and dropped it at his feet.

Capturing those wanton eyes his fingers caressed the fastening of the last piece of clothing between them.

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