Dragons Heritage

Authors notes: Here you go Jan, hope this satisfies you over the missed scene, now depicted here ;) ]

Taking the lead Bator guided Charlie back upstairs to the master-bedroom, one they had all shared the night before. Upon entry to the large, dimly lit room, Bator proceeded to pointing out where the en suite was, telling the red-head where he would be find himself a towel, soap and hair produce, letting his quest know that he was welcome to use them.

Once he had closed the door behind himself Charlie let out a small sigh and shook his head. He was both happy and annoyed over the recent events. In one hand he had the submissive he had been pining for, on the other he had an Alpha he could hardly stand to be near of. Even though their differences in strength and will had been put to the test before, those conflicts resolved and over with, there was still something that roused Charlies hackles.

Charlie still couldn't help but to wonder whether or not he wasn't feeling like he had submitted to Bator simply because he and Bator had both been picked by the same submissive. While normally that'd soothe any Dominants nerves to a tolerable level, it also meant that while they awaited for the submissive to have their bonding-heat to permanently connect them together as a family, the Dominant was in charge of fending off any and all suitors.

”Could it be that since technically he nor I are mated to Harry...that we still see each other as rivals, until we are bonded.” Charlie murmured quietly to himself, while morphing down to his human form, his very naked human form.

Still deep in his thoughts Charlie moved his hands down to his waist, taking some delight in feeling the many scars decorating his flesh as he did so.

The most notable on Charlies body, besides the well defined musculature, was the tattoo of a dragon crawling down Charlie's right leg, with it's tail snaking up and hiding into the trimmed section of hair at the red-heads groin.

In all his naked glory Charlie stretched his arms out and tiptoed for a brief moment, satisfied with the slight snapping of his joints. The many work-trained muscles rippling beneath Charlie's flesh when he stretched, only now taking in his surroundings.

The en suite was half the size of the bedroom itself, quite a large thing itself. Directly at the opposite end of the door was an alcove of sorts. Stepping closer to it Charlie came to the realization that it was actually a bathtub fit for four. Three faucets provided the tub with it's waters, small holes at even intervals lined the edge of the tub. Each hole seemed just deep enough and wide enough to hold a glass upright, but who knows.

Stepping to the side from the tub, looking to his left Charlie took in the shower. You couldn't take the sprinkler in hand, as it was mounted to the wall, the nozzle more like a wide plate, nothing moved in the slightest. Reaching his hands down to grab the ornate handles and twisted them slightly, both at the same time.

For a while nothing happened, so Charlie twisted them a little more until water finally began dribbling out. With a slight twist more the waters rushed out, a cold spray hitting Charlie's face and chest, startling the male enough to yelp indignantly while leaping back.

Rubbing the cold water off of him, warming the spots int he process, Charlie watched the water raining down, literally so. The shower-head made the spray of water resemble rain, light, wide-spread sprinkles of water raining down. Reaching his hand out under the spray Charlie was pleased to find the water warm and the pitter patter of the water a pleasant brushing along the skin, quite a delight really.

Stepping beneath the gentle spray of water Charlie let out a content sigh. Tilting his head back he allowed the spray of water hit his face. Just standing there, completely relaxed and without worry, just letting the water run right over him, and when he eventually moved, it was to remove the tie he had in his hair, having forgotten about it earlier.

With a shake of his head Charlie sprinkled water everywhere, as he long strands of hair were let free to form red rivets like snakes over his shoulders. Lifting his hands up and crossing them to rub at the opposing shoulders, rubbing the water on leisurely. Closing his eyes and sighing again while his body relaxed under the spray of water.

Slowly his hands slid down, crossing again while they slid down to his paws and all the way to the bottom of his rib-cage. On their way over his pectorals the tips of his fingers brushed over Charlies nipples, a ghostly touch, brief and usually ignorable, but for some reason now Charlies mind, or hormones, decided to not leave such a gesture unnoticed.

In his minds eye Charlie could see a pair of far more delicate hands brushing over there. His nose was tickled by the faint scent of coconut and cherry, a scent he was oh so well familiar with. The brief flickers of sensations, fantasies almost made into reality, sent a wave of heat coursing through the red-heads body, pooling in the pit of his stomach and groin.

Lowering his head and opening his eyes Charlie was slightly disappointed to find himself still alone under the shower, no pretty mop of black hair and piercing pair of emerald eyes to gaze at. Not a pair of smaller hands running along his wet skin, but his own, calloused pair that had slid all the way down to his hip to wait. Looking down there was not a narrower waist where and another erection jutting up, demanding attention, no there was only the wet wall and his own erection pointing up at him, throbbing needily.

”Suppose there is no harm in relieving myself...” Charlie murmured quietly to himself, while he slid his left hand from his hip and braced it against the wall. Meanwhile his right hand slid down along diagonally from his right hip, diving down towards the left until the junction between his thumb and index finger was pressed firmly against the base of his erection, pressing firmly against it to point the tip against the wall.

Growling softly in the back of his throat Charlie slid his hand slowly forward, and one by one as his fingers brushed over his balls and would no longer touch his flesh, Charlie bent his fingers, slowly wrapping his hand around himself by the time he reached the tip, squeezing there to feel the warmth of his own pre smear along his palm. Letting out a warm breath Charlie slid his hand back down to the base, once more opening up his fingers until only the index finger and thumb circled the base, repeating the same motion time and time again, making sure to make each downward stroke as slow as possible to enjoy the feel to the fullest.

Breathing heavily while leaning against the wall, the soft rain of warm water at his back a grounding effect. Eyes cast down to watch himself masturbate, constantly imagining a certain brunette there, kneeling in front of him. Imagining it was Harry's hand that slid along his wet flesh, instead of his own.

In his mind Charlie could see a certain shyness in Harry as he performed this act. A slight hue of red over the bridge of his nose, with his pupils dilated while he looked up, seeking guidance in this act of unfamiliar way of pleasuring someone other than himself.

Slowly Charlie's hand picked-up the pace of his strokes, each one gaining more need to find that zenith of pleasure. So lost in his self-pleasuring was Charlie that he never noticed the increase of the wet smacking sounds his hand was making as it hit against his groin, not that it mattered, the door was closed, he was alone with his imagination.

Outside in the master-bedroom Bator had gone to the walk-in closet to find himself a set of new clothes to wear, a chore that usually took a while as he always preferred to look his best when venturing outside his own home. Now imagine his surprise when he re-emerged back into the bedroom, to find that the en suite was still occupied, the sound of water splattering against the floor the most prominent sound coming from there, yet if one listened well enough there was a distinct smacking sound to be hear.

Upon reaching this realization Bator's lips split into a grin of wicked delight. Moving to the bed Bator put his clothes down on the bed and moved to the closed door. Laying a hand on the handle and slowly twisting it, as not to disturb the man on the other side, after all who would like to be disturbed at a time like this.

Slowly the unlocked door was pushed open, revealing all to the lord of the house. Bator was greeted with the sight of Charlie braced against the wall with his legs slightly parted to offer stability while his right hand was down stroking a generously sized manhood with a certain need, one that Bator was well familiar with.

Witnessing one as finely formed as Charlie in the throes of masturbation was more than enough to call out Bator's own arousal.

While he hadn't planned on taking a shower quite yet, there was as certain allure in the sight that had the older man stepping into the steamy room. For once Bator was glad that he had slept as long as he had. More so thankful that he had slept in his full form, leaving himself utterly naked, thus making his plan far more easier to execute.

Walking in as quietly as he could Bator made his way over to the distracted dominant, his erection swaying with each step that he took. Stopping only when he was but an inch away from the man, taking in the strong, spicy scent of Charlie's arousal this close forced a shudder to run through the older mans spine.

Moving swiftly Bator took the last step forward. His left foot planting firmly right by Charlies left foot as his front connected with Charlie's back. Left hand reached out to grab and pin Charlie's hand against the wall by the wrist. Meanwhile Bator's right hand circled around to grab onto Charlie's right one, pinning it down to the base of the red-heads aching cock. With his lips by Charlie's ear Bator let out a low rumbling growl, from one dominant to another to say he wasn't a threat.

Charlie could feel his peak approaching, faster and faster his hand slid along his length, oh so close, just one more stroke to go, when all of a sudden there was a solid warmth at his back. Startled from his daydreaming, Charlie attempted to bring his left hand to try and defend himself from the attack, only to find his hand firmly planted against the wall. Meanwhile his right was pinned down against the base of his cock, squeezed down by a hand slightly larger, but far stronger than his and then there was that growl.

The sound seemed to vibrate right through him, and as his mind cleared enough he knew who it was that had him pinned in such a way. Turning his head to the direction from where the sound came from, Charlie was met with the sight of Bator's grin.

”What're you doing, let me go right now.” Charlie huffed, only to draw in a sharp breath when he felt Bator shift slightly.

It seems that not all of them had been in contact with one another, as with the shift of Bator's body there was a new feeling in the mix. There was something hard, something long and quite thick pressing against the crack of Charlie's ass, and with the added feel of exactly WHAT Bator had in mind came another growl, this one far more demanding.

”I'm seeing to it that the needs of my quests are met to their fullest.” Bator growled hotly against the shell of Charlie's ear, before biting the lobe of the mans ear, not too rough, but not gently either, just enough to make Charlie gasp.

”I was taking care of it just fine by myself, thank you.” Charlie grunted, shoving his shoulder against the man behind him, for no result what so ever.

”Indeed you were, But I'm sure I can make it just that much more...enjoyable.” Bator growled against the back of Charlies ear.

While he spoke Bator slid his right hand along, away from pinning Charlie's hand and instead used his grip to give a slow, firm stroke along Charlies erection. The shuddering breath that Charlie drew as a resoult was enough to assure Bator that Charlie wasn't about to fight too hard, yet.

Letting Bator resume on his stroking Charlie moved to a more pressing matter. Moving his freed right hand back, sliding it along till he had it between Bators erection and his own ass, gripping the older mans cock firmly, only to regret it a moment later.

In the way Charlie had slid his hand down, He had the tip of Bator's erection at his wrist, and the tip of Charlie's middle finger still couldn't reach the base, not even the assumed pubic hair there. Swallowing down the lump that had formed in hsi throat Charlie flexed his fingers, wrapping them around the other the best he could, leaving his middle finger pressing against the underside of it.

While Bator had the length, Charlie was delighted to find that his had more girth to go with it, a fact he would love to demonstrate to the man behind him.

”That's it , az én kis láng....” Bator growled quietly into Charlie's ear, rolling his hips lazily to rub himself against Charlies taut behind.

”W-what....” Charlie huffed out, yet again trying to nudge the other away from him, onyl to be met with the same sort of resistance one would expect from a wall of stone.

Instead of answering Bator put more of his weight against Charlie, forcing the red-head to put more of his strength into use propping against the wall. When Charlies left arm began to shake fromt he added strain, and awkward position, Charlie tugged his right arm away to take some of the weight off, although he was painfully aware how vulnerable he was at the moment.

”Tell me Charlie....Ever had a man lay claim on you before.” Bator practically purred into Charlie's ear, before sliding his lips along the length of Charlies neck, laying nibbling kisses along the length of it.

”How's that...any of your business...:” Charlie hissed out, trying to move his shoulder to block Bator's approaches on his neck, only to have the older man bite him just a bit harder to force him to let go.

”It is, since it will determine how much of a preparation I will undergo before I claim you.” Bator growled softly, planting one last bite, right onto the one he had made days ago in the forest.

”You're not claiming anything....” Charlie hissed, only to gasp when the most recent of his scars was bitten on, the red-heads entire body shuddering beneath the wave of sensations the action caused.

”Oh, but I am, or did you think yourself safe when Harry's heat comes? You think you would have a chance at claiming dominance over me then?” Bator snarled, the sound almost entirely filled with threat, only a hint of the previous seduction in it as the man ground up against his pinned prey.

Charlie was stunned into inaction by those words. It was true that when a submissive went into heat, those in the mateship were lost in the pull of it all, and only the established pecking order would remain, as far as who gets to top who went. So even if Charlie was raising his hackles at about every turn he could now, the fact was that he had still lost in fights for dominance twice now, and if that should carry on over to the first heat.

Swallowing down his pride, and nerves, Charlie gave a tentative roll of his hips, just to get an estimate of the manhood that was pressed against his rear. Would he dare take it in the throes of a heat, and see just how operational he would be afterwards...Or should he get accustomed to it before-hand. With another roll of his hips Charlie reached his decision, and hung his head.

”I've...been with men before, both top and bottom, just...not with well endowed men.” Charlie growled out, not liking the situation at all, and if it weren't for the built-up lust from his earlier masturbation, he would walk away from this.

”Why thank you Charlie. Now be a good boy and remain as you are Such good behavior demands a reward.” Bator murmured softly against Charlie's shoulder, before nibbling on the bite-mark again, just to make Charlie shudder.

Slowly Bator let go of Charlies wrist and cock, stepping back slightly while sliding his palms along Charlies flesh, taking great delight in the feel of the musculature there as it rippled beneath his touch. Taking his time tracing the many scars littering Charlie's body, Bator delighted in the way touching those scars made Charlie shudder and squirm.

Once Bator had his hips on Charlie's hips the older man went down onto one knee to be at an eye-level with Charlie's rear. Licking his lips while tracing his hands along so his left came to cup the left cheek, while his right ghosted over the right one and slid along between Charlie's legs and went for the aching maleness, giving it a slight stroke and a tug.

”Lean forward and open your legs some more, if you would be so kind..” Bator instructed from where he was, leaning in to place a small bite onto the unoccupied right buttock.

With only slight hesitation Charlie opened-up his legs some more and bent at the waist a little, shuffling back a little to be comfortable in the position. Bent as he was Charlie was fairly certain that he was leaving nothing hidden, and the though of what was to come brought a blue to tint Charlie's cheeks a healthy hue of red.

Bator growled deep within his chest as he watched Charlie comply with his request. Watching those strong legs work, the large muscles that made up Charlie's thighs and ass flexing beneath the soft flesh in a way that had Bator's erection throbbing even more.

Letting out another growl Bator leaned in close and stuck out his tongue to run it over the exposed hole. Hearing and feeling Charlie jolt in surprise to having something foreign like that rubbing over his hole, was another source of thrill for Bator, who hesitated none in repeating the stroke, this time with a bit more pressure.

While Bator worked his tongue along Charlies hole, working it to accept further preparation, Bator also stroked along Charlie's length, just to keep the red-head pre-occupied with the many different sensations rushing through his body.

After a while of rimming Bator pulling back and moved his hand away from kneading Charlies ass. Sliding his freed hand over to brush his middle finger over the slicked hole, growling softly in satisfaction as Charlie groaned and pressed back against it, almost demanding.

Bator pushed himself up to his feet, and at the same time he applied just enough pressure with his left hand to slip the tip of his middle finger past the ring of flesh, once more delighting in Charlie's response to his advances.As he stood Bator drew right hand away from Charlie's erection, sliding it around to cup the swell of the mans ass. Grinning slightly wider, showing a row of pearly white teeth Bator drew his right hand back an inch or two, only to bring it down harshly against the wet flesh.

The resounding smack was accompanied by a brief cry from Charlie, who attempted to straighten out. Bator snapped his right hand up, dragging it along the expanse of Charlie's back to snap onto the red-heads neck, gripping tight while putting enough weight to it to keep the man bent over as he was.

”Do not pretend like you didn't like it...I can smell it, I can feel it in the way your ass clings to my finger.” Bator snarled in a manner befitting a predator.

While he spoke Bator pulled his middle finger out, only to press it and his index finger against the bothered opening. With all the care he thought necessary Bator pushed the two fingers in, going slow just so he could enjoy the feeling of the ring of muscle undulating around his finger, only dreaming of having that around something else.

Charlie would of retorted to the implication that he liked it a little rough, but his words were stolen from him by a curt buck of Bator's hips that rubbed the older mans erection along his thigh, leaving a smear of pre in it's wake to be washed away by the water. To top that off the finger was withdrawn from within him, and as ashamed as Charlie might be to admit it, he did let out a small throaty whine at the loss, only to gasp sharply when he felt a larger insertion take its place.

”Think you can break me old man? Is that why you're going through all this trouble of prepping.” Charlie growled, looking over his shoulder at Bator, while a grin stretched Charlie's lips.

To put emphasis on his words Charlie flexed the muscles of his rear the best he could, to trap the two digits within for a brief moment, an act that earned him a throaty growl from the man behind him. Taking great pleasure in the way Bator growled and stiffened behind him was more than enough a reward for Charlie, who merely repeated the flex of muscles anew.

” Az én kis láng...” Bator growled huskily before he withdrawing his fingers, using the hand to smack the left side of Charlie's ass, just for good measure.

Bator moved himself fully behind Charlie, and ground his hips close to rub his erection along the crack of Charlie's ass. Placing his left hand at Charlie's left hip Bator used his right hand to grasp himself, pulling back enough to run the mushroom tip along Charlie's ass, leaving behind a musky trail of pre-come.

For a while Bator merely teased Charlie by running the tip of his length over the bothered opening and preventing any and all attempts to pull away or escape. Only when Charlie snarled in frustration, did Bator seize with his teasing.

So worked-up were the two of them that both sported attributes from their Dracken, both had claws instead of nails. Irises mere slits like a reptiles and teeth sharpened and some elongated with a few scales broken through the skin. Bator moved one last time to bring himself to a perfect alignment with what he sought, and the moment he laid pressure against the tiny ring of flesh, he felt Charlie shudder and tense.

Growling like a feral animal Bator thrust his hips once, twice and on the third go he finally breached Charlie's most intimate. The feel of that tight ring of flesh clamping down around the tip of his length was enough to rip another growl out of Bator, who's grip on Charlie tightened again.

After a while of enjoying the rhythmic clenching of the tiny muscle Bator snarled again and forced more of himself to invade the warmth that reluctantly welcomed him. Taking delight in the returning snarl and hisses from Charlie, Bator decided to award the feisty dominant.

Moving his right hand away from Charlie's hip, Bator made sure to drag his claws along the length of Charlie's back, leaving behind red lines in his wake. Sliding his hand all the way up to the head where Bator combed his claws through the mans hair before taking a firm hold of it, tugging to force Charlie's head back so Bator could watch the expression on that handsome face.

Once Bator had slid himself in fully, his balls resting heavily against Charlie's ass, Bator took a small break to adjust his stance slightly. Left foot sliding forward a little while his right knee bent just a fraction to solidify his stance before he began anew.

Dragging himself out slowly all the way until merely the tip remained, watching Charlie's face as it went through the emotions of delight and anger, all things which fueled Bator's own lust. Ever the kind of a man to award deeds that pleased him, Bator gave Charlie what he seemed to want. To be completely dominated and made to feel all there was.

Hissing deep in his throat Bator snapped his hips forward, thrusting his length fully into Charlie, the resulting smack of flesh on flesh drowned out by the throaty snarl from Charlie, who reacted to such brutality by clamping down tight onto the invading organ. Without pause Bator pulled himself back just as Charlie squeezed, causing the both of them to growl in pleasure, one from the mere strength behind the squeeze, the other from the friction and feel of his strength being resisted.

From then on Bator was relentless, his hips snapping back and forth rhythmically, yet without mercy. Bator would alternate between deep and slow strokes, and shallow and fast, not giving Charlie time to really adjust to anything.

To mix things up some more Bator would sometimes roll his hips in search of that one spot that would open the gates of Eden for Charlie. Each time Bator would brush that tiny bundle of nerves, Bator would growl deeply in the resulting spasm of those silky insides.

Charlie found himself unable to move, his joints locked in palce to keep himself upright when the large man took him. Charlie's claws had long since dug into the wall. The stone cracking more each time Bator would ram forward, and with each stroke in Charlie felt himself fill-up with the warmth of the other man in a way that made his own loins burn and ache.

Like all good things in the world , so was this coming to an end for the two of them, both men feeling the heat gather in their loins, rapidly building-up into a raging inferno that demanded release. While Charlie had figured that he would have to finish himself off once Bator had his fun, imagine his surprise when he felt the claws retract from his hip and a strong hand wrapping around his aching manhood.

With each of thrust of his hips Bator would move his hand the opposite way on Charlie's cock, giving it his all until finally neither could take any more. Bator preparing for the inevitable by moving his right hand away from the back of Charlie's head to linger at the red-heads throat instead.

To stifle his own roar of of pleasure Bator bit onto Charlie's shoulder again, muffling the sound onto the flesh as his cock erupted within the tight warmth of Charlie's ass. Jet after another of thick, potent cum splashed against the tender flesh within.

Charlie felt the eruption of warmth within him, and the sensation added with the stroking and feeling of rapture was enough to send Charlie over his own edge, yet when he was about to shout out his pleasure, he found his throat squeezed tight, the sound dying down onto his lips as a mere gurgle.

The added sensation of being choked made Charlie's orgasm just that much stronger.His hips would twitch with each spurt of cum he would shoot out to splatter against the wall, with the last few ropes of cum landing onto an awaiting palm.

Feeling drained in all ways imaginable Charlie retracted his claws from the wall, and for once he was thankful for the man behind him for keeping him upright. Even as it was by the throat, although as the hand had loosened it's hold to allow proper breathing, and by a long, rigid cock in the ass.

”Thank you Charlie, I needed that.” Bator rumbled quietly into Charlie's ear before moving his head in a way to plant a small peck on Charlie's cheek, before guiding the man down to kneel on the floor after pulling himself out.

Charlie was already blushing from the words, but once he felt Bator withdraw from his tender insides, Charlie couldn't help but to blush a darker shade of red when he felt warm cum trickling out, sliding along his inner thigh before the water washed it away.

Remaining kneeling on the floor Charlie caught his breath and watched as Bator brought his left hand up and stuck his tongue out to swipe away the traces of Charlie's release that had splattered there. The sight causing Charlie's spent cock to give a twitch, much to the amusement of Bator himself.

”Clean yourself up, I will fetch you a pain reliever in the meanwhile.” Bator said once he had finished licking Charlie's cum off of his palm.

Once Bator turned his back to Charlie and began heading out, Charlie's eyes blew wide open at what he saw.

Harry shot upright to a sitting position with a gasp. His eyes wide and his breathing heavy and hot, while he lift his left hand up to run it over his forehead and hair, pulling the wayward strands of hair back. Groaning slightly Harry flopped back onto the bed and gazed up at the darkened ceiling, the dream he just had vivid in his minds eye still.

It wasn't till a little while after his abrupt awakening that Harry became aware of a wetness in his boxers. Tugging off the covers and lifting the waistband of his boxers Harry groaned again. Apparently he had been physically as aroused as he had felt through the entire dream, resulting in a musky surprise for him. With a sigh harry let the waistband snap back before the teen rolled out of bed, hissing in discomfort when his feet hit the cold floor.

It was a choice that all three had agreed on to sleep in their own bedrooms up until they were fully bonded, especially when taking into consideration what had happened the first night when the trio had slept in the same bed after Bator's mother had left back home to Hungary.

Harry shuddered as the brief memory of waking up to his two dominants snarling at each other, both looming above him looking just about ready to go at each other, and had harry not slept in the middle, they might of. It wasn't until Harry smacked the both of them on the shoulder and demanded that they stop, that the two settled down, still glaring at one another.

While he reminisced about the recent events, Harry removed his underwear, and used them to clean up his loins before fetching a new pair from his trunk, as well as a pair of socks to put on before venturing out, wet pair of boxers in hand, out to the downstairs bathroom.

Making quick work of rinsing his underwear and himself, Harry wrung them dry into the sink and then cleaned up after himself before venturing out again. Deciding to stop by the kitchen to get himself something to drink Harry set his damp boxers on the chair and fetched himself a glass of juice and set his boxers on the edge of the table before sitting down with his juice and thoughts.

Sitting there with his half of a glass of juice left is where Bator found Harry. The older man was dressed in a sleeveless shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants, quite a difference from his usual attire, but one that complimented the mans looks in a..thuggish manner.

”Where are you going this early?” Harry inquired, head tilted slightly as he let his eyes roam over the figure in the doorway.

”It's six am, so not so early...” Bator chuckled, nodding his head towards the exit. ”I vas heading out for a morning jog, like I alvays do, vant to come vith?”

”Uhh...Sure, just got to get dressed.” Harry said with a smile, drinking his juice down swiftly and washing the glass and grabbing himself a paper hand-towel when he returned to the table to fetch his boxers and wiping teh table clean from where the wet garment had been on.

”vhy're you wandering around with a pair of wet boxers in hand?” Bator inquired, sounding slightly worried, up until Harry he got a whiff of the lingering smell of musk when Harry got close enough.

”I...uhh...had a dream..”Harry replied honestly, blushing a deep shade of red at it, although he was thankful that Bator simply stepped to the side to let him pass.

”I vill wait by the door.” Bator chuckled slightly, reaching his left hand out to ruffle Harry's hair before the teen could sprint off to get himself dressed.

Harry arrived ten minutes later, dressed in a white long sleeved shirt that hugged his figure tightly, and a pair of black sweatpants that seemed a size too big, but would do for now. After Bator got over his staring-fit he led Harry out to the front yard to stretch first before setting out to jog along Diagon Alley. While they jogged, keeping the pace at an even level for the both of them, the two talked, very much like they had when they had met the first time. The subjects they talked of changing whenever the two would quiet down to just enjoy the sound of the others breathing and the scent of each other in the air.

Even as the atmosphere was relaxed Harry did feel slightly bad that Charlie had been left back, but he did vow that he'd find something he could do with just Charlie, as not to give neither of them a reason to act hostile over.