Daimons

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Chapter 23

The Daimons and the werewolves circled about one another, each eyeing the other suspiciously.

“Damn,” Remus muttered when he returned from visiting his wife. ‘I should have waited to fuck Rose till later.’ Remus saw Armstrong march through the crowd. ‘Now I might have a fight on my hands.’

The Daimon ignored Remus and headed straight for Silverrage. With a menacing growl he stood toe to toe with the large werewolf.

“Daimon,” Silverrage snarled.

“Werewolf.” The Daimon gave the large werewolf a slight nudge.

Silverrage bared his teeth. Remus took a step in between them to act as a buffer between the two, only to be pushed by both men out of the way.

“Silverrage, you old wolf, how have you been?” With that, their arms encircled one another for a quick comradeship hug.

“Well. And you old friend, how do you fare?”

“That’s a tale for another time. Are you staying?” Arm asked.

“That is the plan of our new Alpha.” With the nod of his head he acknowledged Lupin.

“Remus, an Alpha?” Armstrong began to giggle. “How in the hell did Remus become the Alpha?”

“Hey,” Remus protested.

“By accident,” Silverrage answered.

“It had to be.” Tears were flowing from his eyes from laughing so hard.

“You do know I’m standing right here?” Remus asked.

“Come on.” Armstrong placed his arm around Silverrage’s shoulder. “You can stay with me and my husband.”

“You married? I thought no one would ever put up with the likes of you.”

“Found someone who would. I’ll pour us a couple of strong drinks and catch up.”

“Looking forward to it.” Turning towards Remus he said, “Be sure the werewolves are fed and housed for the night. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Remus stared as the two friends left. “Yeah, right, I’m the Alpha. Like hell I am.” He muttered as he went about to be sure his pack was taken care of.

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Draco had put Tyler to bed. It had taken him, it seemed, forever to settle the boy down. Tucking him tightly into bed and placing a kiss on his forehead he closed the door. He barely had time to place a silencing charm on the room when Ron had him against the wall.

“This is to take off the edge off,” he whispered as he nibbled on Draco’s ear. The sexual tension between them was palpable. Ron had his cock already out while he pulled Draco’s from the confines of his boxers. Invading Draco’s mouth with his tongue, Ron placed both cocks side by side and held them tightly in his hand as he rocked back and forth. It only took a few moments of having theirs cocks rub together before Draco bit Ron’s lower lip while he silently came in Ron’s hand. Draco dug his fingers into Ron’s backside and pulled closer, tipping the red head into his own orgasm.

“Merlin I’ve missed you,” Ron whispered in a sated Draco’s ear.

“I was a fool to fight these feelings I had for you. Will you ever forgive me?”

“Once I’m balls deep in your arse you can consider yourself forgiven. Until then you’ll have to work for it.” Ron’s eyes shown with mischief.

“What do you have in mind?” Draco placed his arms about his lover’s neck.

Ron surprised Draco by sweeping him into his arms. “Being my submissive is not a bad start.” He headed towards the bedroom. Locking the door behind them, Ron placed Draco on his feet. Fluffing the pillows up on the headboard, he got comfortable. His longs legs crossed at the ankle.

“Strip for me Draco, slowly. I want to admire you, to see what I’ve been missing out on.”

Draco turned bright red. The moment of truth had come and Draco froze. Besides the few encounter with Ron, Draco was totally naïve. He knew what was supposed to happen, what went where but the actual act had eluded him. Now faced with the reality of … going to bed with Ron… Merlin, he couldn’t bring himself to say the word, how pitiful was that?

“Draco what’s wrong?” Ron couldn’t help but notice Draco’s hesitation. “Are you being shy?” Ron went to his soon to be lover and used his knuckle to tilt Draco’s head back until their eyes met. “You have been with someone, haven’t you?”

The Slytherin took offense and pulled away from Ron. “Like you’re so much more knowledgeable about sex than I am.”

“Yeah, it seems I am.” Ron closed the distance between the two of them and started to unbutton Draco's shirt. “I have five older brothers and a sister. There was always someone to fool around with.”

“When did you… you know… lose your virginity?” he whispered, as if there was someone to overhear their conversation. He mimicked Ron by absentmindedly disrobing him.

“Fourteen.” Ron slipped the shirt off Draco’s shoulder, exposing his hairless torso. “Bill’s friend was spending the night. Merlin, he was beautiful, all muscles and no brains but he knew how to use his cock. By the time he was done with me I had a smile on my face for three days.”

Draco knew he had been described by members of the Quidditch team as being effeminate in his physique. That, up until now, never bothered him but seeing Ron’s muscular built made him feel inadequate.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” Ron asked, as his callous hands glided over Draco’s milky white skin.

“Don’t lie to me Ron. I’m scrawny compared to you.” Ron shook his head and wondered how someone as egotistical as Draco, could be so insecure about his body.

“Draco I adore your body, I adore everything about you.” Ron pulled the half clad body of Draco next to him. “Every time I’m near you my heart starts to race. When you left me I thought I was going to die. And now, I can’t think of anything but how wonderful it will be to have my prick deep inside you. To listen to you moan my name, to beg me to fuck you until you come on my cock alone.” Draco actually swooned in Ron’s arms.

Ron once again picked up Draco and carried him over to the bed. He slipped Draco’s slacks and shorts over his narrow hips, leaving him naked on the bed. Draco’s long, thin cock was hard and curved upward leaving little wet marks across his bellybutton.

“Will you put yourself into my hands and let me show you the wonders of sex?” Ron asked as he slipped his own trousers off. There were many things in the coming months that Ron would introduce Draco to. Erotic spankings, bondage, object penetrations, cock rings, and his favorite, cross dressing. Draco would look perfect in women's underwear. Ron could imagine how breathtaking Draco would be in a garter belt and hose. He would introduce him slowly to his world. Tonight it would be straight sex. More than sex, they would be making love.

“Will it hurt? I mean when you put that,” Draco pointed at Ron’s well endowed cock, “in me?”

Ron crawled up on the bed next to Draco. “I won’t lie, it will hurt but the enjoyment outweighs any pain you might endure.”

“You promise?” Draco sounded so young.

“I promise!” Ron laid his large body over Draco’s smaller one.

Draco was very responsive to Ron’s touches and soon became putty in his hands. In no time Ron had Draco on all fours. His fingers oiled, he toyed with Draco’s tight hole. He slipped one finger in moving his finger about until he came across his prize.

“Oh Great Merlin, do that again,” Draco ordered.

Ron was happy to oblige. By the time he pressed the blunt head of his cock next to Draco’s relaxed opening the Slytherin was begging Ron to take him. Each time Draco reached for his own manhood, he got a stinging swat on the arse and was ordered to stop.

Ron couldn’t help but smile at how well Draco took orders. It would make life between them easier when Ron started to train Draco in the art of submission.

Ron knew instinctively that Draco was a natural submissive, at least in the bedroom. And that all that mattered to Ron. Outside of the bedroom he didn’t care if Draco ruled the roost; but in the bedroom Ron would rule. The lessons that would be taught will be so subtle that Draco would never know what was happening.

Ron held onto Draco’s hips and steadily pressed forward until he was fully sheathed. He leaned over his lover and kissed his shoulder. “All is forgiven.” With that, Ron started slowly moving in and out of Draco’s tight hole. All conscious thought was gone leaving an incoherent, babbling Draco thrusting backward, encouraging Ron to speed up. The sound of flesh slapping flesh echoed in the small house.

Ron could feel his balls tighten and knew he was about to empty them into Draco. Ron reached beneath his love and grabbed Draco’s prick.

“Come for me, Draco.” Ron stroked the hard shaft only once when Draco released his sperm over Ron’s rough hand and onto the sheets. The Slytherin clenched his arse around Ron, sending the Gryffindor into his own orgasmic bliss. Ron collapsed on top of Draco. He knew from experience it wasn’t a good idea to fall asleep without cleaning up, but at the moment he hadn’t the energy to care. Instead, he spooned up against the man he loved, possessively threw an arm and a leg across him, and fell asleep.

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Early morning found a lonely, slightly inebriated Daimon walking across the compound to Del’s cottage and to his husband. ‘Husband’. Armstrong harrumphed. The word was lacking, it couldn’t entail all of the emotions that he had for Severus.

He didn’t even try to be quiet as he entered his friend’s home. The wards would have woken Del anyway. Del stood in his robe in the doorway of his bedroom, his wand drawn. Seeing who it was he disappeared, only to reappear a few second later with a vile in his hand.

“Hangover medicine,” he stated as he placed the vile on the dinning room table. “You’ll need it when you wake up.”

“Thanks.” Armstrong swayed. “Silverrage sleeping it off at my home. Would you see that he gets some?”

“Silverrage is here? I look forward to seeing him.” The three were comrades in arms and shared some horrific as well as fond memories between them. “Go to bed Arm before you land on your arse. I’ll be sure Silverrage has the hangover medicine first thing in the morning.”

Armstrong gave Edelman a slight wave goodnight as he disappeared behind the door. Severus looked so pale in the moon light, almost like death. The only sign of life was the slow rise and fall of his diaphragm. Stripping down to his boxers, Armstrong crawled into bed with his husband. He curled next to him and pulled the unresponsive body closer.


"I couldn’t bare another night without you in my arms,” he whispered as he kissed the top of Severus’ head. “I love you more than life itself.”

“And I you."

Armstrong gasped. Did Severus really reply or was it his drunken imagination playing games? He studied his husband for the longest time, looking for any sign of life. Unable to fend off sleep, his eyes drifted shut as Morpheus captured his spirit. He was snoring slightly when, under the sheet, a hand crawled looking for and finding its prize. When Armstrong woke in the morning he found Severus’ long fingers circling his enormous cock, holding it for dear life.

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