Le Frère de Sang

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Disclaimer - See the one above.

NOTES ON THE CHAPTER - More INTIMACY. We also see a sensibility of Harry’s from further back in the story rear its head again. Once more we see his ‘flight’ instinct begin to kick in though luckily he doesn’t get the chance in this one. This chapter is more GRAPHIC and involves intimacy between Micah and Harry and Asher and Micah.

We also see the relationships being cemented though again as I am not completely familiar with the Anita Blake universe I haven’t written everything down.

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I looked down at Asher’s deadly still body. He was completely unmoving and three days ago it had shocked me to wake up next to him like that. Now though it just fascinated me. He was like a corpse, a beautiful corpse, completely still in death. He didn’t breath, he didn’t move and he was lacking any colour. I didn’t want to open my empathic ability to see whether he could feel or not, in case I found any emotions lacking. That would terrify me, it was bad enough that seeing him so still was scary. Feeling him completely vacant of emotion might make me convince myself he wasn’t going to wake up.

We were on the private jet Jean-Claude had arranged for Asher and Micah to take them to England to fetch me. Asher had a coffin to lie in and I was perched on the edge of it watching him. We were on our way back home. I had made arrangements with the goblins to have a house back there, even picked it out and was just waiting for confirmation that the money had changed hands and get my keys sent to me. The house was a three bed roomed house with a kitchen, dinning room, a lounge, three bathrooms one of which was an en suite and pretty garden both out the back and the front of the house. It also, surprisingly, had a cellar spanning the whole length and width of the house. Of course it didn’t have a garage but it did have a drive way and loft space and since Asher had a chauffer and therefore didn’t need to use the driveway and because I didn’t have a car it would only be Micah who needed to use it.

“Harry, come and sit with me. He‘s going to sleep for a few more hours yet no matter how much you stare at him.” I sighed and grudgingly moved across the cabin to Micah who was happily reclined on a sofa watching some random film that I wasn’t interested in. I sat down besides him and he wrapped an arm around my shoulders. “You okay?”

“Yeah.”

“Than cheer up!” I laughed despite myself at his slightly put out tone of voice. He seemed satisfied though and nuzzled my cheek for a moment before turning back to the film. I watched for a while with him, some guy was in a car race and had just crossed some train tracks as a tram came along, he missed it my millimetres.

“Micah, how come you are okay with this whole triumverate thing? I mean you kept saying you weren‘t gay and you resisted the very idea of being in a relationship with me but now you are okay with being bound to two guys? I don‘t understand.” Micah sighed and shifted around, hitting the ‘off’ button on the television.

“Okay, I admit I wasn‘t okay with the idea. When Jean-Claude and I told you about it I was still mostly in denial and, yes, I was blaming you slightly no matter how grateful I was to still be alive. Then you ran away and I was in a panic trying to find you. Asher, who had been told to stay away so he could get the bond under control in his head, found out and we grouped together to think of places you might have gone. We spent every day in each other‘s company. We spoke aloud and through the connection in our heads and gained control of the bond. In the time we spent together I‘m slightly embarrassed to say we experimented. We tried kissing and we talked about what could and would happen with the bond. Because of that I felt more secure in it. I mean Asher understood that I wasn’t gay and he didn‘t push my boundaries any further than kissing. I don‘t have any huge feelings of love for him, nor him for me, but I respect him. I won‘t deny the bond and I wont refuse what is necessary. Besides which I love you and if you are expected to share me then I can share you with Asher.”

“Hm.” That made sense I suppose, he and Asher talked things out…wait a minute. “Wait, you spoke through the connection in your heads? What‘s that? What connection?”

“You mean you can‘t hear our thoughts?” I shook my head and Micah frowned. “Why not? I mean I could hear most of yours and I could definitely hear Asher‘s unless he put up some sort of block on it.”

“A block? You mean like Occulumency?” Stupid me, Micah wouldn’t know what that is. “Occulumency shields protect the mind from invasion. I learned it from Blaise, it also helps me keep my empathy in check.”

“Yeah, well if you have occulumency shields up then it probably stops you from hearing our thoughts. Luckily though it doesn‘t stop all of your thoughts. Well, you remember when we were in the hall? And you were rejecting us then suddenly accepted us and said something about burning? I could hear what you were thinking then. Thinking about something being so red and so hot.”

“I took my shields down to get evidence that you didn‘t love me only to be proved completely wrong.” Micah nodded again.

“So you accept us completely then? No more escapades to England?” I laughed and shook my head, no. No more of that. Micah grinned and grabbed my knees lifting them up so suddenly that I was sent sprawling backwards against the seat. He threw himself up and over me, settling between my legs. “Good because I don‘t ever plan on letting you go.”

I moaned as he kissed me, all coherency leaving me as I surrendered to him yet again. I seem to do that a lot, just surrender to them. And if I’m not surrendering I’m running away when they aren’t looking. I seem to run away from a lot of things. I ran from England with Blaise, then I ran away again when I was ridiculed, then ran back when I was hurt and now I was leaving once more. At least this time I let Percy and Julien know when I was leaving and with whom. They greeted both Micah and Asher warmly and made a joke of how they were obviously devoted to me because they chased me just for the chance to stake their claim. Micah’s tongue claimed my mouth and my tongue.

Asher woke up a few hours later when night fell. It was strange how he woke and slept when daylight disappeared and arrived. It was even stranger that this pattern continued despite the fact we were travelling against the turn of the planet. He sat up in his coffin and looked around before his eyes settled on Micah and me.

“Sleep okay Asher?”

“Oui mon petit. I overheard your interesting conversation too.” He rose from the coffin and walked over to us. I had been dozing against Micah but when Asher had woken up Micah had nudged me awake. Asher walked straight over and leaned over me pressing his lips to mine again. When he didn’t pull back immediately, giving me the peck I had been expecting, I made a small sound and put my hand on his cheek. His lips curved up and he moved his lips slightly against mine before pulling completely away from me.

“What do we do when we get back to St Louis?” Asher and Micah shared a look before Asher kissed me again, this time it was just a quick press of his lips against mine before he pulled away. He sat down besides me and put an arm around me.

“No doubt Jean-Claude will have assembled most of your friends to greet you. We shall of course meet with them before retiring to our rooms. I regret to inform you that I shall have my duties to attend to once we return but I shall endeavour to finish they quickly so we will have time to spend together.” I felt warm spread through my chest again. A smile curled on my lips. I was happy, if slightly nervous.

“Will you need to feed again?”

“I could feed now if you permit me too?” I bit my lip. There were still about five hours left of the flight, there was no point in my denying what was happening but would five hours be enough time to complete one more tie? Would it be safe in an aeroplane?

“Asher…how do we do the ritual for the third mark?” Asher froze, he went deadly still almost as if he was in the dead sleep again except he was sat right next to me. My heart rate spiked and my breathing was just about to pick up as I started to panic when Asher moved again.

“We need time, safety and comfort.”

“Is there enough time now?” I felt Micah’s grip on me become harder, almost to the point of pain. Asher frowned slightly at me.

“Is that what you want mon amour? Believe me, nothing would make me happier but are you sure this is what you want?”

Is it what I want? To be one step closer to a full marital binding? For to me it would class as marriage when we completed the forth mark. They would be my husbands, whether they acknowledged me as theirs or not. Is it what I wanted? Tied down at only seventeen? Married at seventeen? It was a strange thing to think about. But then again unless one of us were to die the marks wouldn’t not disappear, nor would the triumverate break. I didn’t want them to die, and for all my sadness at how my life had been I was in no mood to die soon either. There was no point in resisting further really. We’d all be stuck together anyway and completing the bonds would only help and not hinder things.

“Yes Asher, I want it. It will help us all won‘t it? And I love you, I don‘t want you to die just to get rid of the marks, I won‘t let you die. If there‘s time can we complete the third mark now, with Micah guarding us?”

“Are you sure Harry? It‘s a big step. I remember Anita when she completed the third mark with Jean-Claude, she…” I put my finger to Micah’s lips to silence him.

“I‘m not Anita and while I haven‘t heard her story I‘m pretty sure our circumstance are different.” I turned back to Asher, swallowed and grasped his hand tightly. “I accept the third mark Asher.”

“Then let us all adjourn to the bedroom.” Asher stood and offered me his hand. I took it and he helped me to my feet. Then, surprisingly, he held his handout to Micah too. Micah accepted and stood up grasping Asher’s slightly larger hand in his. Asher took us both through the plane cabin and into the bedroom built into the plane. It was just a large bed that took up pretty much the entire room making you climb from the foot of the bed up towards the pillows instead of getting on from the side.

I made to climb onto the bed but Asher stopped me. He tugged my shirt from me exposing my chest and leaving my neck completely open to the bite with no collar offering weak protection. Then I climbed onto the bed. Asher climbed on the bed and then crawled up me and Micah climbed on to my left. He gripped my hand and leaned down to give me a quick kiss before he pulled back almost entirely. I kept our fingers entwined though. For all I was agreeing I was very nervous and slightly fearful. It coiled inside me like a spring ready to jump up and make my body react.

“It may hurt Harry, there won‘t be the power in my bite as before.” I just nodded. Blaise always pained me…hell, his bite could make me sick sometimes. I missed him. He would have approved of Asher though right? Of course he would, Asher was strong and beautiful and he protected me. Sure, I wasn’t always happy with him and emotionally I could get hurt but I loved him and enjoyed being with him. The same goes with Micah, although I don’t know whether or not Blaise would agree to me being in a relationship with a were. Still, I loved him too and Blaise wasn’t here so I’ll never know for certain.

“I can take pain.” I said then decided to add something quickly. My nervousness and fear coiling tighter in my stomach. The only problem with the third mark is that Asher would see me laid completely bare, he would see all my memories and know all my thoughts and feelings. What would he think of me? “Please, whatever you see, don‘t hate me?”

Asher gave me a small smile and stroked my face. “As long as you promise the same for me.”

“I promise.” I said and he nodded and whispered it back to me. It didn’t make the fear go away but it did make me feel slightly better. As he leaned down towards my neck I took a large shuddering breath, gripped Micah’s hand hard and waited for Asher to seal the third mark.

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I was leaning my head against Micah’s shoulder while Asher talked on the phone. Jean-Claude had ordered his chauffeur to pick us up from the airport and Asher had sat in the front leaving Micah and me plenty of room in the back of the car. Occasionally Asher would look at us using the mirror in the sunguard that flapped down. I didn’t exactly have enough energy to smile, neither did Micah, but my wish to smile or show Asher affection must have showed in my face because he offered me a smile back from behind his hair.

“You okay?” Micah whispered against my hair and once again Asher’s eyes flicked our way. Micah had asked me that question frequently since I had woken up. The memory sharing had been…exhausting. I’ll even admit to seeing a side of Asher that I didn’t want to have witnessed. I’m okay with blood and things but to witness what he did because of his maker, and had done to him, was horrible. All that sex and torture and torture during sex, sex torture, sex after torture…all of it horrible. It certainly didn’t make me want to rush towards having sex. Hell, it completely put me off using any sexual toy. After seeing what could be done with them I wouldn’t be buying or using hell, I wouldn’t even be touching or looking at sex toys.

Because of the connection Micah shared with Asher and I, during the third mark in making me a human servant Micah witnessed both our memories. He, luckily, managed to keep his own private but he saw all mine and he saw all Ashers. He has been taking it well. He openly admitted he never ever wanted to meet Asher’s maker and that should she come to town he was taking me out of town and Asher should go with us too. He also expressed a lot of anger on Asher’s behalf after witnessing the people pour holy water over Asher and over the loss of Julianna. He had given Asher a small hug and told him he understood the pain of the loss.

Me? Well I was happy to see that Asher had truly loved her, happy to see him happy, but it didn’t exactly fill me with a lot of confidence. He had Anita, his new Julianna, what did he need me for? He didn’t love me with the same passion he loved Julianna that’s for sure. I understood the anger at the persecution he faced, I felt the loss he felt for Julianna and his pain rekindled my pain. My losses pierced through me, my only consolation was that now my pain was understood by Asher and Micah.

They both saw my memory of my one year old self being hit with the killing curse, they heard my mother beg for my life. They felt my pain at being shut in the cupboard under the stairs, they knew my heartache when I realised I was unloved and a freak. They felt the pain of realising my parents had been betrayed and that the betrayal lead to their death. They witnessed Cedric die, saw Dumbledore being put to rest, watched Remus’ funeral and Hermione and Ron turning their backs on me. They understood my pain at Blaise’s death. What was worse I suppose was that they knew my thoughts and feelings around Anita. That had really caused a reaction. They now knew where my hate and my revulsion came from having met Voldemort in my memories.

“I‘m okay, are you?” I replied to Micah and he pressed a kiss to my forehead. They were both being very good about facing the demons of my past. They hadn’t rejected me. Asher had been stunned when neither of us rejected him, his shock matching mine when they reassured me that they still loved me.

“I‘m okay.”

Asher just offered another small smile in the mirror and continued on with his conversation. Apparently, from what I could gather from the one sided conversation, Jason had been left in charge while Asher was away and a few things had happened which now required Asher’s immediate attention thus he had to talk on the phone. I turned my head into Micah’s shoulder some more and inhaled his scent. Having seen Asher’s I now knew what everyone’s powers smelt like and while I couldn’t smell it I had, for the last few hours, almost imagined I could when I breathed Micah in. I also knew what it felt like for Asher when I pushed my magic into him in the heat of passion. It was electrifying and arousing, something that embarrassed me greatly now.

“We have arrived sirs.” I looked up at the chauffeur who gave us a smile in the rear-view mirror. I gave him one back and pulled myself away from Micah slightly. I clambered out of the car, lacking all the elegance of my mates, and stood up straight brushing my clothes down. I cast small wandless spells to get rid of any body odour, sweat patches and creases before doing the same to my mates just in case. I also cast another round of cleansing spells for our mouths, hair and bodies just in case, despite having done it only an hour before hand.

“Okay?”

“Yes Micah.” I smiled at him and gratefully walked back into his embrace. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders tightly before releasing me with one hand. Asher came up and pushed a hand behind my neck and pulled me forwards slightly planting a lingering kiss on my forehead though still on the phone. Then he pulled back and gestured for us to follow him indoors. I leaned my head against Micah’s shoulder for a moment and stared at the doors into the circus.

It seemed to symbolise so much at this moment. It symbolised the beginning of our lives as members of a triumverate. It symbolised the new commitments and the responsibility. It symbolised everything I could have, would have and that which would never be mine. It seemed like the door was a one way ticket only, despite the one way ticket actually being when I accidentally bound my mates to me. Still, we’d step through that doorway and not only would we be acknowledging the bond but so would everyone else in our acquaintance.

“Harry?” Micah was looking at me. I hadn’t moved when he’d made to. Me just staring at the doorway had obviously worried him, if the frown on his features was anything to go by. I shook my head and licked my lips, looking over the door from top to bottom a few times. Asher had turned sideways on and was watching me carefully, his lips unmoving despite him having been mid-conversation on the mobile. I jerked my body a little straighter, shook my head and made to move forwards towards the door.

As I moved, every step seeming to add a weight on me, I could see Asher’s eyes softening ever so slightly and feel Micah’s body release a tension I hadn’t noticed was there until it left. I loved them both and this…this door might represent to me the new beginning, the path on which I could never look back if I started on it, but I would bear it because to not go forwards would mean I deny them and myself. So confusing…why did I even have to put such a weight on such a small thing? It was a doorway, just a simple doorway into the circus. It was a back door too, not even the front door. But then that was slightly symbolic too, it was an unconventional way of entering someplace. It matched how unconventional the start of the triumverate was. But still, it’s just a doorway…just a doorway.

“Come, we are to meet Jean-Claude in his office along with others.” I nodded to Asher’s softly spoken words and he held his hand out to me as his other hand flipped the phone closed and slide it away. I allowed my hand to be wrapped in his and gripped him hard as we all moved forwards. When we made it to the doorway Asher and Micah released me and held back so that I could enter first. If I had a choice I’d go last but…but I guess it’s easier for them if I go first. After all, if I am in front of them then I can’t as easily run away from this. I stepped inside, Micah then Asher following me, and the door closed behind us.

I let out a long breath and closed my eyes briefly. See? It was just a doorway, nothing significant about it, it was just a doorway. Nothing happened when I stepped over the threshold. It was just a regular, bog standard doorway from one area to another separated by walls. Just a doorway.

“You okay?” How many times will Micah ask that of me?

“I‘m fine.” Micah laughed ever so slightly, it was breathy and held barely any sound.

“You know, I‘m pretty sure whenever someone asks you that you always answer ‘fine’ no matter what the truth is.” I rolled my eyes and didn’t spare him a glance. I walked down the corridor. Just because he’s seen my memories and knows how I feel doesn’t mean he can remind me that I have been laid bare to him. Further and further into the circus we went, my mates following me as we walked. Finally we made it to Jean-Claude’s office. Asher knocked on the door and looked back over at Micah and me.

“Ah mon amours, such time we must wait here before I can have you to myself again.” Asher’s voice was full of wistfulness and from the light in his eyes I could read he was half serious and half trying to lighten the mood.

“Absence makes the heart grow fonder, does it not?” I whispered to him, leaning into Micah who still had his arm around me. Asher nodded slightly and stepped forward. He raised a hand and slipped it under my chin raising it slightly.

“But there is little more fondness I can have for you and absence would not increase it at all.” He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine giving me a simple, sipping kiss. The intimate skin to skin contact comforted me but all too soon he pulled away as a voice called from the other side of the door.

“Come in.”

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I yawned as I leaned against Micah. We were still in Jean-Claude’s office having been welcomed back by everyone. Anita had also been there and decided to have a rather big rant at me before Asher and Micah made my excuses for me and made her shut up. They had both begun turning green though I had tried my best to keep my shields up when she was ranting. My shields had buckled under the strain and my emotions had slipped through to Asher and Micah and since I was feeling increasingly ill they began to feel it too.

“Jean-Claude, Asher, I think Harry and I shall return to Harry‘s rooms now. This business does not include us and Harry here is beginning to fall asleep.” I jerked off Micah’s shoulder and turned to glare at him.

“I am not!” I protested, though it was ruined as the muscles in my throat and mouth demanded I yawn again. Micah just smiled at me and I heard twin laughs from the French vampires.

“Of course, I shall see to it that food is brought to your rooms later and I promise not to keep Asher away for too long.” Asher just nodded to us and locked eyes with Micah. Obviously he said something to Micah since the were leopard nodded a few times, stopped, then nodded again. Still, I wasn’t going to lower my mental shields just to eavesdrop.

Micah walked me through the corridors of the circus towards my rooms. The trek was familiar to me so I didn’t pay much attention. My body moved as if on auto pilot with Micah’s arm around me offering me support. I unlocked the door with my magic and walked in. I went straight over to the bed and flopped down onto it. The sort fabric brushing against my skin and lulling me gently to sleep.

“You really are tired aren‘t you.” It wasn’t a question but I grunted my answer anyway.

“Yeah.”

“Well, if you are going to sleep I‘m going to have a shower. Promise not to leave the room?” I pushed myself up onto my elbows and looked at him. He had had a shower on the plane but I suppose having a wash in a better shower would be nicer and more relaxing.

“I won‘t leave the room. Does that mean you are trusting me to be on my own in a room where neither you or Asher can see me?” Micah cocked his head to the side slightly at my words before frowning and shaking his head.

“No, you‘re right. You can‘t possibly be left alone. Thus, for your own safety I‘m going to drag you into the bathroom with me to shower.” I stared at him slightly open mouthed. He had to be joking. He and Asher couldn’t seriously be getting that overprotective of me so quickly…well, no it’s happened before. When Blaise found out about all of my past nothing could take him from my side. He wouldn’t leave me for love nor money…until I shoved him away.

“You can‘t be serious.”

“Oh yeah, I‘m serious. I can‘t trust you on your own so you are coming with me.” Micah moved forwards and grabbed my hand giving me small tugs that threatened if I didn’t move with the tugs he would drag me anyway. I twisted my body around and stood up.

“But…but…I‘m not helpless…”

“No you aren‘t. I just think for your own protection you should shower with me.” I was pulled into the bathroom and Micah shut the door quickly locking it before he started tugging at my clothes. I let him, staring at him astonished. He’s going to make me…he’s pushing again for intimacy when he’s not gay? He’s serious about not trusting me alone…he can’t oh!

“Micah!” He’d pushed my trousers and underwear off my hips and brushed his hand down my most sensitive part making me wake up in more ways than one. Micah’s eyes met mine and in them sparked several things, one of which was also shown in his grin. I relaxed slightly and smirked at him. He’d been playing with me. “So it‘s for my protection that I shower with you? It‘s not for your entertainment?”

“Of course not! I‘m completely selfless, this is all for your protection. Now, strip yourself so I can do me.” I raised my eyebrow at him but set about doing as he asked. Then I paused…he’d teased me so why not have revenge. I summoned my magic to me, watching carefully as he balanced on one leg to undo his shoes, and waited until all his attention was on undoing the bow on his laces. Then I released my magic and sent it flying at him. It hit him completely and he slammed his leg to the floor to stop himself from toppling over. He groaned slightly with his eyes shut for a moment or two as I called my magic back to me. Then he looked up at me. “That was completely uncalled for.”

“No it wasn‘t. You see, just like you, I am completely selfless too and my magic decided to help me be helpful.” I waved my hand at him, gesturing to his body. Micah looked down, his frown turning upside down into a gape of shock then a laugh. I had banished all his clothes.

“You!”

“Aha!” I dived out of his way as he leaped at me, banishing my own clothes so I wouldn’t trip on them. I had to throw myself into the shower cubical in order to avoid being caught but he cornered me, grabbed my shoulders and crunched me against him.

“Tease.” Me?! I opened my mouth to object but he just smashed his lips to mine and I felt my knees buckle slightly at the force. I grabbed his shoulders to support myself but as he let one hand drift down to my ass I crossed my arms behind his neck and pushed back into him.

“I…” I panted when he finally moved away allowing me air and to get my balance. “I am not a tease…”

“You know what your magic does to me.” To punctuate his point the pressed his hardness against my growing one. “You know exactly what it does. You did it on purpose.”

“No I didn‘t.”

“Yes…” He kissed me with each word, pushing back my reply. “You…Did!”

“Fine. I did.” He smirked, kissed me again and then turned on the shower spray. I yelped as cold water hit me since I was directly in it’s line of fire and Micah laughed at me before turning the heat of the water up. I glared at him for laughing and in retaliation fired a chilling spell on him briefly. He shivered and his skin came up in goose bumps so I cancelled the spell. Then he shivered and his eyes filled with lust.

“Oh you had so better be ready to take the consequences of your actions!” With that I was yet again crunched against him and he dominated my mouth. He pushed me hard against the wall behind me, so hard that it it hadn’t been for his hand on the back of my head my skull would have been smashed open. His hand protected my head from the impact but he didn’t protect the rest of my body. The coolness of the tiles felt awful and I yelped then I felt the wind be knocked out of me and I choked into the kiss for a moment.

“Micah!”

“If you can‘t handle it then you shouldn‘t have done it!” He growled slightly and leaned in to kiss me hard once more. I could do no more than open my mouth to him and hold on tight. He plundered my mouth before tearing away and pushing his head into my neck and licking and nipping and sucking and kissing.

“Ooh.” I breathed and shut my eyes. The pleasure grew with my eyes shut and my senses became ultra aware of my body. His lips on my neck sent pleasure through me but as he repeated everything over and over again the pleasure flamed into an inferno and it blazed through my body. I gasped and my breath hitched as he kept going and going.

“Hm.” I felt his hum against my body and his lips pulled back from my neck. I opened my eyes to see where he had gone and he was looking down on me with burning eyes and a smug grin. I didn’t know what I looked like but whatever he was seeing he liked.

“Micah.” I whispered to him and his grin widened slightly before he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine again, inhaling deeply just before our lips touched. The pressure he pushed against me forced my mouth open immediately and I moaned again crossing my arms behind his neck and gripping him to me. I felt something brush my chest before it disappeared, then it happened again. It wasn’t water. Then something brushed over my nipple and my body jerked with the pleasure that pierced through me. “MM!”

“Careful, careful.” Micah chided me with a smirk. I glared at him but then my nipple was brushed again and I jerked with a moan.

“Oooh…not fair…” My voice was strained and I nearly winced at hearing it. I shut my eyes. His fingertips stroked my nipple continuously then. He rolled it and I tightened my grip on him. Gods…the pleasure was so hot inside me now. It curled and twisted and lashed inside my stomach and I could feel a very slight pain from my now fully aroused cock. Micah kissed me again, and pinched my nipple. I buckled. I hate the ‘c’ work, even in my pleasure I hate it.

“You‘re…you‘re the tease.” I gasped out, the pleasure so tight and hot inside me I felt I would burst. He wasn’t helping me though, he was making it worse. I pulled my hand from him and moved it down my own body. I’d only ever had Asher or Micah do this to me before but it wouldn’t be hard, Jason told me people do it to themselves all the time. I wrapped my hand around my arousal and pumped once. “Ah!”

“Careful now.” Micah snatched my hand away after I’d only managed one pump. It had felt so good, it would release the pleasure too after it built up some more. Why did he stop me? This was torture! I looked up at him a frown of disbelief on my face. He grinned and moved his hand away from my nipple. I sighed, both in relief and in disappointment. “I don‘t want this to end yet,” was his explanation of why he’d moved my hand away from myself. I looked over his body, his cock was straining too. It was so big now, engorged and painful looking.

I felt Micah run his hand across my stomach. He was going to touch me and relieve the pressure? His hand moved nearer and nearer. I felt a whimper spill from my lips. His hand passed so close. He brushed me. Then his hand moved away.

“Noo…” I moaned weakly and looked up at him begging him silently. He just smiled. His hand moved down my side, down my hip and suddenly Micah’s whole body dipped and his hand slid down the outside of my thigh. He was nearly eyelevel with my arousal now. I gasped and reached out to him to stop him. It didn’t matter that water was running over my body, I didn’t want anyone kissing me there. It wasn’t hygienic. I opened my mouth to say something as his hand stopped at my knee. No sooner had I opened my mouth did he stand abruptly bringing my knee up with him.

“AH!” I yelped, early overbalancing as my weight was shifted onto one leg and my other was brought up high. Micah’s sudden weight against my chest stopped me falling but I gripped him hard. “Micah what the…”

I broke of. All thought left me. Micah had pushed my knee up and out slightly so that it was higher than his hip and then he’d pressed the whole of his lower body against mine. His arousal pressed just higher than mine but there was no space between us at all now and the friction was delicious.

“Micah!” I groaned, my eyes rolling into my head with the pleasure.

“Harry.” His tone was musical, like he was singing my name in a taunting manner, but his voice was husky and breathy. His hips undulated and my pleasure increased. God, if I’d known I would have raised my leg earlier. I wrapped my leg behind his back, holding him to me as best I could. His hips undulated once again and then his lips were on mine. I swallowed a groan and his tongue pushed into my mouth pressing against my tongue until it moved. I pressed against him and pushed back into his mouth. He moved his tongue with mine and then sucked on my tongue. I made a sound, a cross between a groan and a whimper.

His hips undulated once more then his body dipped again and his arousal slid down my abdomen and over my balls. I gasped and my tongue came back into my mouth as I tried to pull from the kiss. I nearly came, I nearly flew over the edge. Micah’s lips moved back to my neck and to my shoulders and his arousal now slid behind my balls. My body wouldn’t move, I didn’t even know where my limbs were. My head rolled to the side, my arms slid from where ever they had been to lie against the wall at my side. My leg I lost control of too but Micah held it against his hip and his body kept me pressed against the wall and upright instead of obeying the laws of gravity.

“Oh Harry…” I couldn’t respond. He’d undulated his hips again and his arousal had pressed against the underside of my balls. I didn’t know I was sensitive there but it sent so much pleasure through me that again I almost came. My leg completely gave way underneath me and my knee bent. I slid down the wall and Micah pressed his body so hard against mine it was almost painful. “So wonderful!”

“I…I ca….I can…I can‘t hold it…” I gasped, slurred and breathed trying to form the words. The phonemes were thick in my mouth and my mouth couldn’t form anything else my pleasure warped brain wanted it to say. I forced myself on, gasping in breath to try to form more words. “N-need to come…”

“Come then…” Micah growled and thrust his hips into mine. I keened as pleasure stoked the raging inferno some more. I found grip on the floor with my foot and when he thrust again I stamped down arching my body upwards throwing my head back. My head slid down the wall, my chin rising into the air. My hair tugged as it stuck to the wall above me.

“Ah!” I gaped and Micah thrust again. I tried to push my hand between us to grasp myself but my hand was fumbling and weak and didn’t want to move. Micah chuckled and moved his hand to mine. He grasped my hand and moved it onto me wrapping his hand around mine as I used all my concentration to close my hand into a fist around me. I tried to pump down but Micah’s hand stopped me. Then he thrust again and my toes curled. His hand pumped down as he thrust up and I could feel my mouth was wide open. Water from the shower sprayed into my mouth but I couldn’t care. I couldn’t hear whether I was screaming. Couldn’t hear the shower. The inferno blazed loudly in my ears.

He thrust again and pumped down, then up as he let his hips drop. Then he pushed up and pushed down a bit harder and everything exploded.

Something caught painfully in my throat. The ceiling blurred. My eyes stung. Pleasure thundered through me. The raging inferno exploded from me. The unbearable, twisting, coiling heat released with a snap. God it felt so good! I released everything in me, surrendered completely to the wonderful euphoria of pleasure. Light exploded behind my eyes followed by blackness.

I blinked, my eyes so heavy and body so tired. I moved my head around slightly and frowned as I found myself looking up at Micah who was holding the wall for dear life as his body trembled. Streams of white were dripping down his stomach and thighs. His eyes were screwed up tightly closed. His body trembled, every muscle looked strained.

“Micah…” I coughed slightly, my throat burning a little as I spoke. He moved a little and his eyes opened. I gasped. He may not have been aroused any longer but his eyes told a different story. They were alight and deep, light dancing in them and a heat in them that was nearly out of control. I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t move. I just looked at him. I sat on the floor looking at him as water continued to run down my body.

“So much…” Micah said, his voice strained like he was trying to force it out. What did he mean? What was too much? What we did? Was that too much for him? Oh God! Would he leave us? Would he retreat? Micah groaned loudly and sunk to his knees. I noticed he knelt between my legs vaguely but it didn’t matter. He was on his hands and knees, despite the cubicles size. He lifted one hand from the floor and slid it over my cheek pulling me forwards and into a kiss. I was pliant and my lips immediately opened to him when he asked. I was so tired and heavy but Micah was…

“Your magic is too much.” Magic? I tried to bring my mind to my magic. I bit my lip trying to focus, to concentrate. It was so hard but I did it. My magic was still inside me but…but my empathy was wide open. My occulumency shields were not down but they weren’t fully up either. They weren’t letting anything in but from what I could tell they were letting things out. I forced my shields back up to the max and leaned forwards as best as I could with my exhausted body. I kissed Micah lightly.

“My magic wasn‘t doing anything Micah, my emotions were though.” Micah shivered then lunged forwards again. He wasn’t quite as demanding as before, instead he pressed and teased licking and stroking. I moaned and lifted an unsteady arm to wrap it around his shoulder.

“It was intense. What you felt, I felt it and when you came it made me come and it was so so so good.” He dragged the last word out, holding the ‘oo’ until the word was suitably insinuated. I couldn’t repress the shudder. He made the word sound so…it held so much power.

“It would, it‘s how I feel.” He moaned ever so slightly and pressed in again, his hands pushed through my hair and held me to it. He kissed with an open mouth, completely open and almost desperate though it wasn’t deep it was light. As he pulled away he sucked and nipped ever so slightly on my bottom lip.

“We should…we should clean up then…then we should rest. You look shattered.”

“So do you.” I whispered to him and he laughed, kissed me lightly and stood up. When he was stood he looked down at me. I couldn’t move just then, I could just stare. He gave me a small smile and reached a hand out to me. I moved my hand up into his, just the small movement costing more energy than I felt like I had at that moment.

“I‘ll wash you okay? Just stand there.” I hummed an okay to that and stood there. Micah grabbed the shampoo and quickly washed his hair, grabbed the soap and washed his body before moving the soap onto mine and spreading a light lathering of soap all over me. He didn’t do my ass but he did do my genitals. I took the soap from him to do my ass, it was a step out of my comfort zone still despite my having crossed it once or twice with Asher. I ran the saop between my butt cheeks very quickly then spread it over my ass. My the time I was finished my arms felt too tired to continue. Luckily Micah had just shampooed my hair and had the showerhead in his hand. He rinsed me down then grabbed the conditioner and applied it first to my hair then to his before rinsing us once again.

We stepped out of the shower and Micah grabbed a towel and handed it to me. I dropped it to the floor, to tired to hold its weight. He bent to pick it up but I tugged on my magic as hard as I could and sent it out to dry the both of us. As it hit Micah he groaned and shut his eyes.

“If what we just did hadn‘t made me so tired I‘d have another problem for you to take care of.” He was indicating to his arousal and I couldn‘t help but blush at what he implied. I shut my eyes and raised a hand to rub my eyes, to wipe away the heaviness there. Hands moved onto my hips and a pair of lips lightly kissed over my face. “Come on, you‘re tired.”

“Mm.” Micah lead me out of the bathroom, neither of us dressed or covered, and over to the bed. I climbed onto it of my own free will and slid under the covers still wearing naught but my birthday suit. Micah also slid under the covers and his naked skin pressed against mine as he drew me into his arms.

“Sleep Harry.” I nodded and rolled onto my side scooting down the bed slightly so I could rest my head against his heart. I could hear it beating steadily.

“You know…I do love you. You and Asher, I love you both.” I don’t know how much he understood from that but a kiss was pressed to my head. I closed my eyes and fell asleep immediately, the drum that was Micah’s heart beat keeping my dreams wonderful.

-

I woke very slowly and moaned a slight protest at leaving the wonderful dreams I’d been having. I heard a light chuckle and looked around the room. I didn’t have to look far, Asher was sat on a chair no less than two feet from the bed with a book and notepad in his hand.

“Good morning mon amour. I was hoping you would awaken soon.”

“What time is it?” I squirmed a little trying to find a clock in the room but not seeing any. A warm hard body behind me groaned as I moved and a hand moved around me grasping me tight. I looked over my shoulder to see Micah still sleeping but with a slight frown on his face. I tried to turn over so I was on my back, thus making it easier to escape, when I felt his arousal against my ass and hip. What the hell?! HE couldn‘t be aroused again could he? We‘d not long ago exhausted ourselves in the showers. “Good lord…that shouldn‘t be possible.”

“What shouldn‘t be possible mon amour?” I heard the rustle of fabric and turned to see Asher had stood and was lowering to sit on the bed. His book was on the chair he’d just vacated.

“He‘s…he‘s aroused again.” I stammered out. Why is it having sex isn’t half as bad as talking about it?

“Ah.” Asher said with an all knowing type of smirk. “Now that is possible for the more experienced at sex. Despite all your glorious activities earlier it is entirely possible for Micah to be, shall we say, excited again now.”

“So when I‘m more used to sex I‘ll be able to get…to have sex more often?” That’s it Harry, focus on you and not on the fact that Micah has obviously had sex a lot.

“That‘s right and I am sure Micah and myself will help you enjoy building up your stamina.” I bit my lip feeling my face flame. Images filled my head, hot images that left a burning feeling course through me but didn’t arous me. Images of the three of us in a bed moaning in pleasure, of us in the shower, of us on the…wait…did Asher talk about what Micah and me did earlier? How the hell did he know what happened?

“How do you know what we did earlier?!” Asher grinned and his eyes darkened. He leaned forwards and put his hand next to my head and the other above my head for balance. He leaned over me, his fangs filling his smile, his eyes glistening.

“Oh I don‘t know exactly what you did but I do know exactly how it felt. The pleasure was exquisite and overpowering. I am going to enjoy practising keeping your shields up during sex with you and…and I know I will enjoy practising when you don‘t keep your shields up.”

“I…you…oh Merlin…” Asher just grinned and leaned down pecking a kiss to my lips before pulling away. He kissed me again, still light, and again and again before finally pressing into me a little harder. He didn’t tease me with his tongue, just kept his lips moving over mine and I matched his movement. Then he pulled away and brushed one hand through my hair, spreading it over the pillow.

“I take it you and Micah had fun?”

“Mmhmm.” I agreed, my face once again lighting up in embarrassment. Asher chuckled.

“Oh we had lots of fun, you should have been there.” I groaned slightly and shut my eyes completely red faced as Micah spoke with a deep and husky voice. My body shivered as the vibrations from him talking travelled through my back and into my chest.

“I may not have been there, mon léopard, but I by no means missed it.”

“What do you mean?”

“I felt exactly what Harry felt, his shields must have fallen for suddenly this most delicious pleasure crashed through me.” I moaned again and rolled onto my stomach to bury my face into the pillow. Asher and Micah laughed.

“Don‘t worry about it Harry. You should have seen us when the bond was still knew, I couldn‘t block anything and despite Asher having reasonable blocks he couldn‘t keep me out all the time either and he had to suffer through everything I felt and believe me it wasn‘t pleasant. I had a few times where I changed into my were leopard form in a rage and Asher had to put up with all of my animal emotions and thoughts.”

“Yeah so? That doesn‘t exactly make me feel a whole lot better you know.” Asher chuckled again and a hand grabbed my shoulder and pulled me onto my back so that once again Micah’s arousal was pressed against me.

“Then just think of how wonderful you made me feel mon magicien. I felt so much pleasure then and it was because of you. I thank you so much for that.” He kissed me lightly then pulled away looking thoughtful. “I shall always remember the look on Jean-Claude‘s face. I could not help but, let us say, react to what I felt and I wasn‘t quite able to keep my mouth closed.”

I gaped at him. He..that…that was supposed to make me feel better?! Well it bloody well didn’t! That was totally unneeded, as if I didn’t feel bad enough as it was! My face turned redder and I glared at them both pushing myself up the bed so I rested my back against the headboard. I brought my legs up to my chest and crossed my arms putting as much anger as I could into my face as I looked at them both.

“Perhaps, yes, perhaps we should speak of something else.”

“Yeah. Change the subject.” I said through gritted teeth. If they didn’t change it then I’d do something bad with my magic, like turn their hair pink or something…no wait, Asher doesn’t mind pink. Fine then, Asher’s hair can be rainbow coloured and Micah’s can be pink, and since they have embarrassed me so much I will make it last a week just to embarrass them!

“Sounds good to me but I‘d better take care of something first.” Micah said and slid out of bed heading for the bathroom. I turned my head away so I wasn’t watching his naked body. If I got any more embarrassed I’d end up with a nosebleed.

“Perhaps you would allow me the pleasure of assisting you?” I snapped my gaze around first to look at Asher then to look at Micah. My eyes were wide and drying as I stared. Micah froze, his muscles tensing. A few muscles in his body spasmed slightly as if they were clenching and unclenching. Then he turned and we got a full frontal. I gaped before focusing only on his face again unable to stop my minds eye reminding me what his whole body looked like despite having seen it a little while ago.

“Assistance would be nice.” He muttered and I turned to see Asher’s reaction. He smiled and moved forwards. Micah watched him warily though I could see the heat in his eyes was similar to the heat I saw in the shower. When Asher reached Micah he put one hand on his arm then leaned forwards and whispered something into Micah’s ear. Micah’s eyes burned then and when Asher pulled back to look Micah gave him a small grin before reaching a hand up to tug on the front of Asher’s shirt. I couldn’t stop the gasp as I saw Micah press his lips to Asher’s. There was hesitation at first on Micah’s part but then when he pressed his lips against Asher’s he growled and pressed harder. Asher chuckled before grabbing at Micah’s neck with the hand that had been on his arm. I couldn’t see the other hand. Though both of Micah’s hands gripped Asher now.

They pulled apart and Asher moved his lips to Micah’s neck then down and I could see his tongue come out a few times to lick at Micah’s nipple. His hand stroked the other and rolled it doing exactly what Micah did to mine. Then Micah yelped and glared down. Asher chuckled slightly.

“No biting.”

“No biting.” Asher agreed with another laugh and went back to licking and kissing over Micah’s chest before dropping completely to his knees. What the devil…he wasn’t going to…yes, yes he was. Asher took Micah’s arousal in his hand and brought it to his mouth. I saw his tongue swipe a few times over the tip then it ran down then up the length of Micah from tip to base then back to tip. God how could he do that?! I know we have sex with it but we also urinate with our cocks and that’s just dirty. He shouldn’t be putting it in his mouth it wasn’t right…was it?

Micah moaned and I watched with horrified fascination as Asher’s mouth took all of Micah in. How did he even fit all that in his mouth! There was…it was too long to fit surely! Asher just took it all in then pulled back, pushed forwards, back, forwards, back, forwards. Then he pulled back completely and used his tongue again, took just the end of it in his mouth, then went back to licking. I didn’t want to see but I couldn’t look away. The sounds Micah was making was heating up my body, in more than just embarrassment. His eyes were closed and he had something akin to bliss on his face.

“Close…so close…” Micah said and Asher hummed. Micah gasped then moaned and his hands wrapped themselves in Asher’s hair. I turned away, I didn’t want to see. Blaise had…I had seen Blaise perform this on one of his many boyfriends once. Once he’d finished he’d fed and left his boyfriend to fall asleep on the bed. He’d come out of his room and stopped dead when he saw me watching. He gestured for me to follow him to the bathroom, there he took his toothbrush and toothpaste and cleaned his teeth with more ferocity than I’d ever seen anyone clean their teeth before. When he was done he marched up to me and slid his hand behind my neck holding me close. He’d told me that I should not ever perform an oral act on a partner unless they were completely cleaned down there. Then he’d changed his mind and told me I should never give anyone an oral act because it wasn’t nice, didn‘t feel good and wasn‘t healthy. Then he asked me whether he could feed from me to take the disgusting taste away. I promised not to give oral sex to anyone and then agreed to let him feed. I guess over time I’d just grown to dislike it all and think it was dirty and not very pleasurable.

Watching Asher and Micah though…Asher’s trousers had a small tent in them and Micah’s face was a picture of bliss. I hugged my knees close to me and put my chin on my left knee. Was Blaise lying? He must have been but…but Blaise didn’t lie, not to me anyway. Perhaps…perhaps he didn’t enjoy it and…well, he was probably trying to give me warnings and keep me safe, happy and clean. He’d also told me that I shouldn’t have sex until I loved someone, despite him going to bed with nearly everyone he could get his hands on. He was a bit of a hypocrite I suppose but that didn’t mean he was lying. He was trying to protect me because he loved me. I could understand the reasoning behind not doing oral sex, the hygiene factor really getting to me, but obviously, from Asher and Micah’s reactions, there were people who enjoyed it and didn’t think hygiene was an issue.

“Ah! Yessss.” Micah hissed and I could see he was holding Asher’s head very still and close to his body. I flinched a bit, thinking about what he must have done in Asher’s mouth. Surely that wasn’t healthy right? Then again, Asher was a vampire so I suppose it didn’t matter too much to him. Micah released Asher and he rose to his feet. I watched as they kissed each other.

“Would you like me to return the favour?” I heard Micah ask. Surely not! Oh please no! I pulled my magic to me ready to summon some clothes so I could get the hell out of the room.

“Sil vous plait.” I heard the reply. Micah nodded and went to kneel. I flew out a hand to summon my clothes and they flew into my hand. I scrabbled to pull my underwear on when out of the corner of my eye I saw Asher holding a standing Micah to him as they kissed. From the movement of Micah’s arm I could guess what he was doing. I sighed in relief and flopped to the bed, my adrenaline and panic leaving my body swiftly and I lay there just trying to regulate my breathing.

I returned my gaze to my lovers after a while and waited while Asher was finally brought to the peak of his pleasure. He relaxed against Micah as they kissed really deeply. I wonder if that was what I looked like when I was kissing Asher, hell I wonder if I looked like that when I was kissing Micah too. I summoned a small piece of magic to me while they were kissing and then fired it out to them with the instruction to completely clean their mouths and their bits. As usual when the magic hit them they pulled away and directed their gaze to me. Did they really find it pleasurable?

“Harry, that‘s not fair you know what your magic does to us!” Micah whined slightly.

“We had just taken care of our problems, are you trying to give us another one each?” I shook my head, the heat that had been in my body from watching those two had completely disappeared since I’d remembered Blaise.

“No, I was just trying to clean you.”

“And it was necessary to clean my mouth?”

“Yes, it was dirty.” They frowned at me for a while then Asher’s eyebrows shot up.

“Oh! I had forgotten your sensitivity to the idea of oral sex.” Asher said with sudden understanding. “I see, well it isn‘t dirty as you claim and it certainly isn‘t harmful. Since you are so opposed to the idea I shall try my best to refrain but I enjoy oral sex as much as I do any other kind of sex. I believe Micah enjoys it too.”

“Yes I like oral sex but why exactly are we talking about this?” Micah asked. I looked away. I’d offended them.

“Harry dislikes the idea of oral sex.”

“Well I can‘t say I‘d be jumping at the chance to perform oral on a man either but it‘s enjoyable to receive. I can‘t imagine anyone disliking it when performed by you Asher.”

“That is not the issue Micah, though I thank you for the compliment to my skills. Harry dislikes it for some hygiene reason, not because he dislikes the feelings associated with it.” I grimaced and cast a quick cleaning charm on myself. I’d seen Asher’s memories, I knew he liked to receive oral sex and I knew he liked to perform it. I didn’t have taste or anything to associate with the memories but just the remembrance of it fuelled my dislike. I wonder whether I’d be like this if Blaise hadn’t said what he said.

“Harry?” I jerked slightly. Micah was on the bed next to me, still naked. I looked up at his eyes so he knew I was listening. Asher was stood not to far away, just behind Micah in fact. “Why do you dislike oral sex?”

“I just don‘t like it.” I said hoping he would not pursue it any further. Apparently my hoping means nothing.

“Why though?”

“I…it was something Blaise said. I promised him I wouldn‘t do it. He said it was dirty and I don‘t…I don‘t want to think about it. Change the subject.”

“But…”

“Leave it for now Micah, we have many, many years ahead of us to change his view and to learn his reasons. There is no need to push the issue now.” Micah sighed and nodded. Then he moved himself on the bed to lay next to me. He leaned his head forwards and kissed me gently. I let him have the kiss, he didn’t open it up or probe my mouth with his tongue, he just kissed me gently and tenderly and calmly. When he was done he pulled back and lay his head down so he could watch me. I held his gaze for a while before looking away and searching out Asher in the room. He was over by the chest of drawers removing some articles of clothing. He stripped down to his underwear and a shirt before returning to the bed and slipping under the covers.

“Sleepy Asher?”

“Non, mon amour. The sun is beginning to set and I must die for the day.” I nodded my understanding, though I really hated his wording. I wish he’d said sleep for the day, instead now I just had this image of those people who died in the war. I kissed Micah quickly then scooted over and crawled under the covers to settle against Asher. I lay my head against his chest, though there was no heart beat in his like there was in Micah’s. “You are going to stay here with me then? Not enjoy the day?”

“I‘ll stay here with you, I‘m still tired.”

“Ah I see, our Micah exhausted you.” I blushed once more and looked around for Micah.

“Micah, are you going to sleep or get up?”

“I think I‘ll get up for a bit. I need to check on a few people and I have a pard to deal with. I‘ll come back here afterwards though or you can call me through the triumverate bond. I‘ll keep my end wide open for you if you need me.”

“I…” I paused. Would it be the same as opening up my occulumency shields, to communicate through the bond? “I don‘t know how to talk through the marks. I don‘t want to lower my occulumency shields and open myself up.”

“It is safe here to open your shields mon magicien.” I bit my lip again and transferred my look to Asher.

“I know but when you‘re asleep I don‘t feel anything from you and that…that‘s disturbing.”

“I see.”

“Alright Harry, you have my mobile number still right?” I nodded. “Then call me on that. We should try to work on communicating through the bond marks too later, just so you are happy to talk through that.”

“Okay.” I yawned.

“See you later then.” Micah leaned forwards and kissed me lightly then pulled away.

“What about me, mon léopard?” Micah turned sharply around with an apology on his lips. He came over and leaned over Asher, pressing a chaste kiss to Asher’s lips.

“Thanks for helping me take care of my little problem.”

“There was nothing little about it.” I mumbled and Asher and Micah laughed briefly.

“No need for thanks, it was my pleasure. Enjoy your day.”

Micah went into the bathroom and closed and locked the door behind him. I rested my head against Asher once again. Except for the whole thing with the oral sex the first night being married in St Louis hadn’t been bad. Asher and Micah had been affectionate with each other and they had still shown me they liked me. Perhaps being married…sorry, being in the triumverate bond wouldn’t be so bad after all. But, then again I’d have to wait and see because no doubt one of the people Micah will see when he’s out is Anita.

“You are thinking very hard mon magicien, would you like to share?”

“Hmm, not really.” We lapsed into silence for a while and I shifted to get more comfortable. I moved my arm over Asher’s stomach, feeling his muscles clench slightly as I did so. “You didn‘t feed today Asher.”

“I did not, no. When I wake I shall see if Jason or Nathaniel will attend to me so that you can have another day‘s break from it.” I shot upright and stared down at him.

“You‘re going to find someone else?!” My voice came out slightly higher pitched than usual, but then the pain in my chest probably caused that. Asher would seek someone else instead of me just the day after we arrived home?

“I thought I would give you some time to recover from being fed from. If you feel there is no need for me to find someone else then I shan‘t. It is not that I want someone else mon amour, I was just trying to keep you healthy. I do not want to lose you, my Harry.” I immediately felt myself relax. He wouldn’t go and find someone else unless I couldn’t handle it, which of course will never happen because of the potion I can take if I feel I’ve lost too much blood.

“I‘m fine. You‘ve never taken too much from me and I have blood replenishing potions on me nearly all the time so it doesn‘t matter. You don‘t need to ask anyone else Asher, I‘m fine.”

“Very well then. I shall feed first thing after sunset.” Asher pulled me down into a light kiss and I smiled at him as he pulled away. He smiled back and brushed my hair back from my face, his fingertips barely brushing my skin. “Sleep now Harry.”

“M‘kay. Sleep well Asher.”

“I‘m sure I will.” I lay back down and he wrapped an arm around me. I wiggled a bit before settling comfortably again and shutting my eyes.

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I would just like to thank you all for reviewing and for those people who have told me about mistakes I have made in the story. Even though I now know the mistakes I am afraid I won't be changing the chapters because when I try to change anything on my accounts (I have stories under another name) something always goes horribly wrong.

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NOW as I said above I have found ways to extend the length of this story and I already have the next few chapters planned out but I am going to need time to write it so updates from here on out shall be weekly if not less while I write chapters 25 onwards.