Le Frère de Sang

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GENERAL DISCLAIMER - I do not own any of the characters used.

NOTES ON THE CHAPTER - Once again we have another more GRAPHIC SCENE. Some of you may not think it is graphic but to me it is so I will class it as such. I also change a character from the Harry Potter books from ‘straight’ to ‘gay’ - as most fan fiction writers often do.

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I pulled on the last layer of the formal robes and checked my look in the mirror. My scar was on view so I summoned a brush to me and brushed my hair so part of it hid my scar. My hair was loose, framing my face. My eyes were bright green with anxiety. I pushed all my mental shields up to maximum so I wouldn’t be feeling anyone else’s emotions when at court. I pulled on my shoes and wiggled my feet in them to get comfortable.

“You ready?” I turned, Micah was in the doorway looking absolutely stunning. I smiled at him, he looked handsome and not at all out of place in wizarding robes.

“Yeah. Lets go before I start finding faults and start fussing. You look…really good.”

“Thanks so do you.” I nodded and glanced back at my mirror image. Arms came around my chest pulling me back so I rested against Micah’s chest. His cheek brushed mine and he gripped me tightly stepping forwards so his whole body was pressed up against mine.

“Everything will be okay. He might not have left a formal will but he left instructions, in writing, for you and the goblins. We have evidence so everything is fine. Don’t worry so much.”

“I know I guess I’m just worrying what they have.”

“It doesn’t matter. Nobody will stand up against you for long and Blaise’s instructions are what’s most important. Come on, lets get this over with so I can help you relax.” I nodded and let him draw me out of my room and down the stairs. The neck of the robes fit snug against my skin but my neck is rather sensitive and it felt like the material was trying to strangle me. I tugged it away from my neck a few times then gave up. It was aweful but I couldn’t stretch the material out of place because of the safety spells on it, not allowing the material to stretch. I tugged the sleeves over my hands slightly, thankfully they were long enough and took a big breath in making the material over my chest expand.

“Stop fidgeting and playing with your clothes.”

“Nervous habit.” Micah rolled his eyes and gave me a look over his shoulder.

“I know it is, and so does everybody else. Don’t show them you are nervous.” I sighed again, I hate this. Do I really have to go? Why did they decide Blaise’s money needed to be redistributed? What was the point in all of this? Why was everything being challenged?

“We’re taking the floo to the ministry. If we take a Taxi and get into the ministry by the telephone box I’ll have extra time to work myself into a frenzy.” God I wish Blaise was here.

We went to the fireplace and I pulled Micah into it with me. I pushed myself close to him and, he got the idea, he wrapped his arms around me tightly. I gave the address and we zoomed away from fireplace to fireplace. If it hadn’t have been for Micah I would have fallen over and landed on my arse but he held me tightly and I couldn’t move a muscle.

“Micah? You can let go now.”

“If I must.” His arms shook as he released me. Does he hate all wizarding transport? He didn’t seem so bad when we used it at the airport. He did look slightly green around the edges, but that could have been the fire I suppose.

We stepped out of the fireplace and I cast a quick cleaning charm over Micah and me. We joined the queue of people waiting to enter the ministry and when we got to the front of the line I gave our names and the details of our trip into the ministry, I also handed over my wand and insisted that Micah had left his wand at home. The assistant there gaped at me for a while, eyes flicking up to my forehead, but handed us our badges. From the courner of my eye I could see several people take off running in different directions.

“Do you know the way to the court room Mr Potter or do you require a guide?”

“I’m sure I can find it thank you.” I grabbed Micah by the wrist and tugged him away. If I was right the news of my arrival would be flooding over the Ministry and news people would be swarming in in their dozens, not to mention the aurors who might come to either arrest me or escourt me.

Micah had read his book, the one Hermione wrote, and told me everything she’d written. He was rather annoyed at me for leaving out several details when I told him the story of my life when I was ill. Still, he forgave me only to become more than slightly paranoid about letting me leave his sight. He also told me he would drag me back to the safety of St Louis if he had to, if it was the only way to get me out of Britain. It was sweet. Still, from the book we gathered that the Wizarding world didn’t think me evil and that I was still incredibly revered.

We took the lift to the court floor and I was reminded violently of my trial in fifth year and then witnessing several other trials both in person and in various people’s pensieves. As soon as we exited the lift we were crowded by thousands of hands. I gasped and Micah choked before grabbing my biceps.

“Mr Potter! What…”

“Mr Potter…how do you”

“Where have you…”

“Why are you…”

“Harry! Please tell us…”

“People are saying…”

“Is it true!”

“Smile for the camera Mr Potter!”

“Merlin!” I swore. Newscameras flashed at me and I covered my face before trying to gather my shaken wits. I should have known this would happen. I did know that this would happen. Oh Merlin. I stood up straight.

“If I could have your attention please?” Everyone shut up immediately and poised their quills over their parchment. Camera’s flashed again but I turned my attention to the peole ready to write what I said. “I am in England only for the court hearing over Blaise Zabini’s estates and shall be leaving shortly after. I would appreciate being given privacy during my stay here, privacy both from the press and from the public. I would also appreciate it if my companion was given the same treatment. I do not wish to see any false reports or publishings or any false retelling of my statement, should I read my words being falsified I shall be pulling the publishing up on it. I shall not do any interviews, and I shall not be giving any further information as to my private life, my occupation or my location. Suffice it to say I have been pursuing a different and quiet path of life and I have been enjoying it. Now please, let us pass as we have a trial to attend.”

Thankfully the reporters moved out of my way and allowed Micah and me to pass through. Camera’s did flash but nobody questioned us further. The doors to the court room were held open for us by some members of the press so I gave them a smile, which they got on camera, and then we entered the room, the doors closing behind us.

The room was nearly empty. The Malfoys were there and I thought I saw Pansy Parkinson there too. There were a few other people. Most noticeably however I saw Hermione sat in the Judge’s apprentice seat. Good on her if she was going into wizarding law. She met my eyes and I saw her expression change to shock before I looked away and I gestured for Micah to take a seat in the front row. No sooner had we sat down were we joined by a goblin, who sat next to me, and a ministry official.

“May I ask your reason for attending and your names sirs?” I looked up at the official, it was Percy Weasley. He too seemed to recognise me for his face went momentarily blank with shock before he regained his wits, smiled and repoised his quill. I told him my name, though he hardly needed it and gave him Micah’s full name. The Goblin introduced himself as Rustkin Gnarlbut.

“We have evidence for this trial.” Percy nodded and lowered the parchment.

“It’s good to see you again Harry.” I offered him a small smile. He was being sincere, his eyes showed it and his face was open and honest.

“Thank you Percy, you look well.”

“I am well, I got married.” He flashed his wedding band to me, it was beautifully made and not at all plain like I expected it to be. He must have come into some money to afford a thing like that! It was made of yellow gold and white gold. The two different gold’s seemed to weave together and every point they crossed had a ruby.

“Wow Percy, that’s beautiful. Who’s the lucky…” Percy cut across me before I could finish my sentence.

“Actually I was the lucky person. He proposed to me.” He?

“You’re gay!” Percy looked rather nervous at my rather burst out question. “B-but…but I thought gays weren’t accepted here!”

“The public’s view has changed. Not long after you left actually. It came out that Professor Dumbledore was gay and that people turned on the ministry saying that Dumbledore had to die without a partner because his choice in partner wasn’t allowed. Ever since then the rules have changed. As of nine months ago we had gay marriages here too, we got them not long after it became legal in the muggle world.” I grinned.

“Percy that’s great! So who is he?”

“Julien Reedwick, he was a chaser for the Slytherin team in the first game you ever played. That was his last year. We met up around about the time you left, he’s a professionsl quidditch player now but he went to the Ministry to sort out an administration job for when he has to retire from quidditch and we bumped into each other. He’s a good man. He proposed to me on New Years day.”

“I’m really happy for you. As long as you love him and he makes you happy that’s all that matters.” I hugged him in congratulations and he accepted my hug with a smile and a fierce blush. I let go quickly and he had his head slightly ducked down. “So what do you do now?”

“I’m still secretary to the Minister but today I got the job of overseeing court because the person who usually does it was ill about an hour ago and had to go home. I was the only one available. I get a lot of over pay so I’m not fussed. How’ve you been Harry?”

“I’ve been good! I’ve got a…I can’t really call him a lover but he’s my partner back at home. He…well it’s all complicated but I’m happy. How did your family take your marriage?” Percy looked a little upset now.

“Ah yes…well Mum wasn’t too bad. She accepted Julien well enough, is always inviting us around. Dad is polite but I can tell he isn’t happy with my choice. Bill and Fleur, they just keep introducing me to these pretty girls in the hope I’ll fall for one of them and leave my husband. Ron steers well clear of me and is very careful to wear plenty of layers in my presence. Charlie is like mum, he doesn’t care. He admitted to me he’s had a few boyfriends but he’s engaged to this woman now. As for Ginny, she thinks it’s gross and won’t speak to me. George thinks it’s really funny and takes pleasure in winding everyone else in the family up about how they are so squeamish. And then there’s you.”

“Well you don’t have to worry about what I think of you. God I wish I’d been there to see you get married. Didn’t anyone try to contact me?” Percy looked incredibly guilty now.

“I was unsure how you’d react. Mum and dad came to the wedding, as did Charlie and George but other than that and a few collegues from work nobody else was there from my side of the family. I was worried you’d react like the others so I didn’t invite you. I’m sorry Harry.” I patted him on the shoulder. I may have my shields up but I knew he was feeling guilty and sad.

“It’s okay. I never told any of you that I was gay because I was scared how you’d react so it doesn’t matter. Perhaps…” I looked over to Micah who was watching the conversation with a polite look on his face. I bit my lip. “Micah, would it be okay with you if we had some dinner guests sometime this week?”

Micah smiled at me and nodded to Percy. “Invite whoever you like Harry, I don’t mind. Just so long as they don’t change your mind about you coming back with me.”

“I won’t change my mind.” I turned back to Percy. “Would you like to have dinner with us sometime this week? We’re only here another six days then we fly home.”

“Julien’s free day after tomorrow and I can make arrangements, especially if I name drop a little to my boss.” I rolled my eyes but smiled.

“Sure, sounds good. I’ll talk to Dobby and Kreacher. Send me a list of allergies or food dislikes so I don’t cook something neither of you will eat?”

“Sure…oh. I’d better go, it’s about to start.” Percy turned to walk away then paused and turned back to me. “Thank you. For not judging me I mean.”

“I wouldn’t judge you Percy. I’d be a hypocrite to.” Percy nodded and left. I sat down again and nudged Micah with my shoulder. “You okay with having him over?”

“I already told you, I’m fine with it. So long as you are happy with it, I’m happy.”

“I think I’ll have to make arrangements to meet the other Weasleys too though. I would only be good manners.” They abandoned me once and me confessing I go the same way as Percy would probably cause them to abandon me again. Still, I should see them. Now I’ve been spotted and Hermione has seen me I wouldn’t make it out of England without receiving a howler.

“Court is now in session! Please rise for the Judge Madam Bones!” We all stood up and then sat as we were directed to. Madam Bones called on Malfoy to start the session off with. I looked over at Rustkin.

“Does his evidence stand a chance at winning against ours?”

“Not at all. His outdates ours and thus is irrelevant.” I nodded. Good.

“I knew Blaise Zabini all through Hogwarts, he was one of my dearest friends. Just after the rise of the Dark Lord we made plans on what should happen should we die and kept a copy of it each. I have Blaise’s instructions here. Blaise left instructions that, on the event of his death and him having no heir, an heir is to be chosen for him and raised with true pureblood customs. That heir would be the sole benefactor of his estates and monies and would carry on the name Zabini. These instructions have been signed and dated.” Malfoy handed the papers to Percy who took the evidence up to Madam Bones. She looked them over and nodded. “I would like to do as Blaise asked of me and carry out his instructions so he can rest in peace.”

“Very well. Is there any evidence to the contrary?” Madam Bones asked the small assembly. Malfoy sat down with a small smirk on his face. It was barely noticeable, and could have been mistaken for a smile of politeness but when I lowered my shields slightly I could feel the smugness radiating from him.

“Mr Zabini had a named heir.” Rustkin stood up next to me and held up the papers I’d asked him to bring with him. The papers showed all the legalities of Blaise and my blood bonding. It showed that, as brothers, we were each other’s heirs and could carry on the family names. “Before his move to America Mr Zabini wrote a statement naming the sole benefactor of his estates and in so doing named his heir. The line is to continue through…”

“Goblins are not permitted to give evidence in a Wizarding court. You know the laws Gnarlbut.” Madam Bones said. Rustkin went indignant and I stood up before he could burst out his anger at the treatment.

“Has that ridiculous law not been changed yet? Isn’t it about time wizards stopped thinking so highly of themselves? I see not much has changed since I left. Rustkin, if I may continue on for you, since they deny you a right you were born with?”

“Yes, do continue for me for they shall hear this either way, they must or they aren’t doing their jobs correctly.” I smirked at him and he handed the papers to me. I always liked Rustkin. I met him for the second time when Blaise and I went to the bank before we left England. He was in charge of Blaise’s accounts. He took over mine too when we left and made all the arrangements for us. The first time I met him he witnessed our blood bonding.

“Mr Potter?”

“Potter?!” I nodded slightly to Madam Bones then gave Malfoy a small wave, he went from shocked to angry. He narrowed his eyes and glared heavily at me.

“Yes, there. I see everyone still knows my name. Fantastic. Now then, as Rustkin was about to say, before you enforced that ridiculous law, is that Blaise Zabini left, instructions I believed Mr Malfoy called it, as to what would happen upon his death. If you look at the papers you will see they are labelled for a year ago. These instructions therefore leave the ones Mr Malfoy handed to you null and void. Blaise left all his estates and his money to me.”

“Why would Mr Zabini have left all of this to you? As far as I am aware the two of you never spoke. Isn’t this true Mr Malfoy?” Madam Bones questioned.

“That is true Madam Bones. Never once did Blaise speak with Harry Potter in the whole time at Hogwarts.” I smiled indulgently but sadly. Blaise’s loss ached in my chest again and I clasped my hands in front of me to stop myself from rubbing my chest.

“Both before and after the war, because of lingering prejudice, Blaise and I never spoke to each other in public. However, Mr Malfoy can attest to Blaise sometimes sneaking out for some solitude or simply not being found? It was in those times that he was with me. Blaise served as a spy for the Light in the war and I was his only contact. It was from this contact that we grew close, incredibly close. We grew to value each others lives above our own, we became as close as good brothers. It was this bond that had us do an ancient, and unless the laws have since changed, legal blood bonding ceremony. Rustkin has the details of the ceremony, and a penseive memory should you wish to view the ritual yourself to see the truth of my words. That is of course if you can bare to hear the truth from Rustkin. Suffice it to say, because of this bond we became each others heirs and each others brothers. While neither of us made a formal will Blaise left instructions that in the event of his death I get everything. Please, view the evidence for yourselves. Rustkin, perhaps you could do the honours?”

Rustkin moved forwards and I sat down. Madam Bones, graciously, took the evidence from the goblin and viewed it all before reading through the information on the ritual that Rustkin had provided her with. Finally finished reading all the evidence she looked back to me.

“According to this you should have a scar?” I held up my palm but didn’t move from my seat.

“It is faint but it is there.” Percy moved forwards and with an apologetic smile to me he looked at my palm before nodding to Madam Bones.

“Upon the death of one of the bond members the blood bond dies too and any of his blood you carried would be purged from your body. Doesn’t that make you not related anymore thus not his blood sibling?” Malfoy asked with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Going on that yes I would no longer be his blood sibling but the fact remains we were blood siblings once. But don’t forget Mr Malfoy, I have further evidence that Blaise wanted to leave everything to me.”

“Mr Potter is quite correct. From this evidence neither the Ministry, who has yet to present a case, or Mr Malfoy can have Mr Zabini’s estates. All monies and estates are left in Mr Potter’s care. Court is dismissed without hearing the Ministry’s claims. Thank you everybody.”

“All rise for Judge Madam Bones!” We all stood again and I felt Micah’s hand on my hand. I gave him a small smile and as soon as Madam Bones was out of the room I squeezed his hand back. Malfoy gave me a nasty look but left the room without any ill intent, as far as my empathy could tell. Rustkin returned to me and the three of us left the court room. Outside were all the reporters though luckily not crowding around me. I walked past them and made sure to comment loudly.

“Isn’t it ridiculous that the law still doesn’t permit magical creatures to speak in court. Is the ministry asking for another war and rebellion? I can’t imagine goblins and others standing for this for much longer. If there is a rebellion I know which side I’d be on. Thank you so much for you help today Rustkin, call upon me whenever you need me to return the favour.” Quills scratched against parchment. Rustkin gave me a large smirk.

“I believe everything shall be squared off soon enough.” His eyes flicked to the press and I nodded. Hopefully there would be equal rights all around.

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“There’s nothing you can do…just let the pain end…”

“No!”

“Yes…Magic knew I couldn’t live through this…please, run.”

“Blaise…”

“Run Harry! I want you to run. I love you! Run!”

“Blaise!”

“Harry!”

“Blaise please…”
“Run Harry!”
“Harry!”
“Blaise!” I jerked upright in bed and was immediately wrapped in strong arms and my face was buried in a neck.

“Harry, shh it’s okay. I’ve got you.”

“M-Micah?” Hands stroked my back and the body shifted slightly against mine.

“Yeah. It was just a nightmare Harry.” I moaned and wrapped my arms around his neck, clinging to him and taking all that I could from him. He held me tightly back and I could tell tears were soaking his shirt.

“It was a memory…” Micah made calming noises and continued to stroke my back. Finally he began to draw away. I let him and pulled my hands back into my lap, lowering my head.

“You’ve had a stressful day, even though you didn’t show it at court. You remembering is healthy, you grieveing still is healthy. Just know that he is in a better place and he isn’t in pain any more. That’s all that matters right? He’s at peace and his instructions are being carried out. That’s all that matters.”

“Vampire heaven?”

“Well, if there’s a wereleopard heaven then there’s got to be a vampire heaven right?” I laughed slightly through my tears and wiped them away. Micah was smiling at me with light in his eyes.

“Yeah I guess. Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” He raised a hand and pressed it gently to my cheek, wiping the tear tracks away with his thumb. I kept my eyes on him. We were close again and my skin was suddenly becoming ultra sensitive to his touch. “I’d like…I don’t want to take advantage of you when you are still upset.”

He wanted me? He wanted to kiss me but didn’t want to take advantage? I’m okay, he can take advantage. I want him touching me. I gripped his hand and held it on my face.

“I’m okay. I’m fine. It was just a nightmare, you won’t be taking advantage.” Micah sighed and leaned his forehead against mine.

“I just don’t know if…I see you looking fantastic all the time, even better today all dressed up and taking charge. I see you and I know you are male but I can’t take my eyes off you. You are spectacular, absolutely wonderful in everyway. But it keeps nagging at me that you are male and I don’t like the idea of anal sex, receiving it or giving it. It doesn’t appeal to me. But I want you, I want to love you. I can’t get you out of my mind.”

“If it’s any help the idea of anal sex is unappealing to me too, as is oral sex. I’m trying to get used to the idea because I want to be that close with somebody, I want to be able to give myself like that. But I’m not comfortable with the idea but I know that it’s just inexperience talking and my fear of pain.” Surprisingly it doesn’t pain me to be that unmanly and admit to being a virgin.

“Well I’m not inexperienced.”

“It’s what ever you are comfortable with Micah. You know I want you and because of that I’m willing to test my boundaries, to push my boundaries. It’s up to you Micah.” I pulled back from him and moved off the bed. “I’m going to speak with Dobby and Kreacher. I also have to write a few letters. I need a shower first though.”

“Harry…” I didn’t turn around. I almost made it to the door when hands grabbed my arm and spun me around. I was pushed against the door and Micah pressed his body into mine. I gasped, the air rushing out of me. “I don’t want you to go yet!”

“There’s nothing more to say Micah.” What more can I say?! I’ve said everything! He knows how I feel, he knows what I want and he knows that my fears are similar to his. There’s nothing more to say.

“Then don’t speak!” I opened my mouth but he lunged forwards and crashed his lips against mine. I gasped loudly but he just pushed against me further, his tongue invading my mouth. Our teeth clashed slightly and I winced. It’s never nice to clash teeth. I pulled back from the kiss to get space between us and looked up at him. His eyes were blazing, ready for rejection and ready for anger but equally ready for something else.

“You won’t back away from it this time? You wont ignore me or walk away from me, regret this? Promise me that Micah.” Micah nodded and pressed me further into the door. One of his legs slid between mine and our pelvis’ pushed together. I could feel his hard stomach press against mine, his muscled thighs between and against mine. He wasn’t aroused but he wasn’t completely limp either. I swallowed and licked my lips. I needed his answer first…

“I promise I wont regret this, I promise I wont walk away from you, I promise I wont back away from this. But I can’t promise to keep trying if it doesn’t work out.”

“I wouldn’t ask you to do that.” I let out a sigh of relief, my body sagging slightly against his and he pushed me up against the wall that much more.

“I want you.” I closed my eyes. My eyes were prickling. I let my mind shields down. His emotions filled my like air filling a balloon. Warmth, happiness, excitement and through it all a touch of fear. I imagine if he were an empath he’d feel the same things from me. He wanted me. He was sincere. I opened my eyes and freed a hand from where it had been pinned to the wall to wrap it around his shoulders.

“You have me then.” Micah smiled and pushed his lips roughly against mine again. Immediately his tongue invaded my mouth seeking out my tongue and teasing it. He kissed different to Asher. He was equally as dominating but more playful passion where as Asher was all passion and no play. I gripped him hard, how do I kiss back now? I pushed my tongue against his and he ran his tongue over the roof of my mouth before nudging and coaxing my tongue again.

His hands slid behind my back making me arch off the wall slightly to allow them to get between the wall and my back. He took a step backwards, keeping his mouth attached to mine and because he was holding me tightly I had to go with him. He took his tongue away from my mouth as we moved and kissed me carefully so we wouldn’t bite each other or clash teeth again. He pulled away from me when we reached the bed and he turned me around so I had my back to the bed. I slowly sat down.

What was he planning? He made no move to take his clothes off but from my position I could see that he was quite hard now. He leaned down and kissed me again slowly reclining me backwards.

Oh! His hardness pushed against my stomach and I couldn’t stop the moan and the twitch when I felt it. Gods…all that from kissing? I was hardening too! My back pressed against the mattress but my legs still hung over the edge of the bed. It really wasn’t comfortable, especially on my back.

“Micah!” I whined breaking free from the kiss. He pulled back a little and I pushed myself up the bed sighing as I moved. Micah watched me and his emotions were slightly swirling. “I was uncomfortable.”

“Hm.” He grabbed the backs of my knees and pulled my legs up.

“Ah!” He held my legs apart and around his waist. Climbing on the bed he lay between my legs and his hardness pushed into mine. I hissed and closed my eyes…he felt so good! His hand trailed down towards my feet and forced me to cross my legs behind his back. His body pushed mine down into the mattress and when I opened my eyes his face was hovering above me. His eyes were aflame again and I tried to read his emotions but all I got was a big burst of lust, passion and…adoration?

“You feel…fantastic…” He murmured. Despite his emotions making all the blood in my body rush south, his comment made some rush back up and fill my cheeks. He laughed slightly at me and dove back in for another kiss.

I held him tight kissing him but when he rocked his hips down into mine creating glorious friction the grip on my magic was released and it rushed through my body and up into his. I knew the moment my magic hit him. He groaned into my mouth and his hips ground into mine again and again and again.

“Ah! Mm…” I gasped in breath but he didn’t seem to need it. He attacked my neck, licking, kissing and nipping at me slightly. Heat filled my body, overloading all my nerves. Tingling spread up and down every limb and pleasure mounted up and up every time he rocked his hips against mine. Merlin! He’s so hard! His hips press down again and it’s like I’ve got a brick pressed into my stomach. He’s so big! Bigger than Asher, so definitely bigger than me! He pushed down again, rocked against me and a sound burst from my throat. So much pleasure!

He growled and pressed his lips into mine again, tongue fiercely invading my mouth and taking control. He dominated my mouth, he was everywhere. I whined against his tongue but that made him rock faster against me. I raised my hips to meet him and that just encouraged him further.

Pleasure burst out of me, shooting stars across my vision and heat spread out over my body, it’s epicentre being my groin. Something slick covered the insides of my underwear and my magic changed from buzzing to gently flowing. Every muscle in my body relaxed and I sank into the mattress. Micah kept moving, his attention going from my lips to my neck again. Small sounds, that I couldn’t hold back, spilled from my lips as pleasure raced up and down my spine from his ministrations.

Finally he pushed hard against me once more and the hardness that pressed into me began to soften. He buried his face into my neck and licked a few times before raising his head. His eyes shone with contentment and pleasure and a smile played on his lips. He leaned up and kissed me ever so gently before pulling away and rolling onto his back. He forced me to roll with him and I ended up straddling him and laid against his chest. I wiggled around a bit and slid down to get more comfortable, since he didn’t release me or let me move away. As I moved he hissed.

“Stop moving! It’s too sensitive now!” I flashed him a small frown, did he mean his…manhood was too sensitive. Merlin! Who comes up with all these stupid words for that piece of anatomy! Why are all of them embarrassing?! “Your magic is overwhelming! I swear I could feel everything you felt when it poured into me. It was like…I don’t know what it’s like…like being freezing cold and entering a very hot room so the heat just curls around you and slams inside you.”

“Hm…it just tingles me.” I drew it back inside me then called some of it forwards again while concentrating on what needed to be cleaned off of Micah and me. My magic went and did as it was asked and Micah hissed again. I felt him harden beneath me and couldn’t help but gape.

“Damn it! I told you I was sensitive! Now look what you’ve done!” He pushed me off him and then climbed back on top of me. “Now you’ve got to help me take care of it.”

I opened my mouth to ask him what he wanted me to do when he pulled his top of. Oh my…he was beautiful. There’s no way to describe it. He has the torso of a god, perfectly detailed and muscled but not overly muscular. It’s incredible toning. It’s nothing like mine. Everything on my body is well defined but he has what I’ve got and sooooo much more.

He pushed his hands under my top and felt over my stomach then up over my chest. He seemed to pause slightly at my flat chest. Now he was reminded I was a guy. He’s going to retreat again now isn’t he…He pushed my shirt up and forced it off over my head. Then he dove down and kissed me.

“It’s going to take some getting used to in my head but I want you for you. Just because you come packed as a male doesn’t mean I want you less, it’s just going to take…longer that it would if you were female.”

He reassured me and kissed me gently again before looking over my chest and meeting my eyes again.

“This is all I’m comfortable with at the moment.” I nodded, I don’t mind. I think if I saw the rest of him I’d either become completely in lust or I’d run away. If he’s anywhere as big as he felt then I’m pretty sure I’ll be running away. I’m bad enough with Asher. Micah lay against me gently and kissed me slowly, this time he let his hands roam over my body while gently bringing himself off for release. I didn’t harden, I couldn’t. I was still feeling incredibly relaxed.

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