Dangerous Men

Riddick pulled him to his chest, his shredded shirt almost falling off his shoulders. Logan came back up behind him, his entire body warmed as the men held him, made him feel protected. They had left Charlie out there with the dragons, his mind having forgotten the creatures and their odd behavior.



Harry stared up at the silver eyes, his own emerald green glowing like lightening. Bright blue came into his vision, the feral gleam making them bright like a twin stars in a dark face. His wings melted into his back as he let his defenses down. He didn't know what was going to happen, but this was just too right...And a little freaky when he thought back on it.



Logan moved in and licked his ear making him shudder, the looks of pure lust when he opened his eyes making him self-conscious. His head fell to his chest and he tried to shy away from the grasping hands that pulled him into a dual embrace. Logan tilted his head up and kissed his lips tasting Harry and Riddick in his mouth with a swipe of his tongue against said lips. Harry opened to the invasion and Logan sucked Harry's tongue into his mouth making the younger man moan.



Riddick moved around to Harry's back, his hands following invisible trails on his skin as he divested him of the tattered shirt. It pooled at their feet making a black stain against the dark wood floor. Harry gasped in Logan's mouth when Riddick smoothed his hands over Harry's stomach and chest, fingers brushing nipples. Harry's hands went under Logan's shirt wanting to feel the skin of him against his own. Riddick's shirt went flying overhead, and Logan pulled back far enough to follow suit before picking up where he left off, his mouth flowing down Harry's neck, his mouth placed over one of Riddick's bites.



Riddick's hands moved to the fastenings of Harry's pants, removing them quickly. He heard Logan growl at the suddenly naked Harry under his hands. He grinned a little smugly and divested himself of his own pants and kicked them off to the side. He kept his hands busy by reaching for Logan's pants. Riddick would kill before he admitted it, but Logan was fucking sexy when aroused. If he weren't as feral and dominant as he, Logan would be in his bed as much as Harry...What a delicious thought.



Logan felt hands on his waist and knew they didn't belong to Harry. He didn't care actually that Riddick touched him like this, which would later be inspected thoroughly, and he enjoyed the sensation of his pants coming off. It seems all three of them had forgotten to wear any under clothes. Harry was a surprise even if Riddick seemed the type to only wear what allowed him free movement. Logan just hadn't felt like it today...especially after he had had to change from his previous pair.



Harry arched back when Riddick suddenly bit him right on his neck, almost the exact same place he had before. He keened as pleasure flooded his system, panting to catch his breath. Logan took the cue and bit Harry on the other side of his neck. Harry screamed, his entire body convulsing.



One arm went around Logan's head to hold him in place and one trapped Riddick to his neck. Harry felt fire burning through his entire body letting him know that his magic was coming to the top. He heard a shout, from Riddick or Logan he couldn't tell, but it hadn't been a sound of pain.



“Need lube, now...” Logan panted with his face in Harry's neck, his eyes closed as he fought for control.



“Oil, left drawer,” Riddick said as he gripped Harry to his chest. Logan left just long enough to riffle through the drawer, the oil in his hands as he came back. Popping the cap, he dribbled some into his palm and let his body heat warm it. Soaking his fingers in the oil, Logan reached between Harry's legs with both hands, one grasping his weeping staff, the other trailing down to his ass, delving into the crevice with ease. Harry bucked into the caress of fingers on his cock and whimpered. Logan slowly, if hesitantly slipped in first one knuckle of his finger, then another until Harry pushed into his hand for more when he slowly finger fucked Harry. He added another finger, then another in rapid succession making the vixen hiss in pleasure-pain.



“Two inches inside, to the front. Hit that,” Riddick coached from behind their captive mate. Logan followed his directions and heard Harry's strangled scream, his gasp for breath as he bucked hard onto his hand.



Harry was drowning in sensation, his body in pleasure and just enough pain to make the pleasure that much more intense. Logan teased his cock and hole with nimble fingers as Riddick slowly tortured his skin with barely there caresses and light scratches. He felt his orgasm close, his body bucking harder and faster into Logan's hand. “Fuck me, Logan. Please...fill me...” he pleaded, his voice raw.



The fingers left, Harry whimpering at the lose of contact then gasped when something much bigger than three fingers was pushed inside, dragging all along his prostrate and causing him to tremble when his breath deserted him. This was so fucking unbelievable.



Harry felt Riddick move, his cock bouncing on Harry's ass. Fingers caressed where Logan and Harry met, then slipped inside with oil to ease the way. Harry stifled a hiss of displeasure as he felt himself stretched unbelievably wide, the sting of pulled muscles making him try and pull away. Riddick held him against Logan as he continued stretching his hole, fingers pumping in and out in time to Logan's slow rocking. Harry relaxed into the sensation and moaned into Logan's chest. Harry hadn't expected Riddick to join Logan in fucking him.



Riddick slicked his own erection, pressing into Harry's ass along side Logan's cock and Harry arched at the thickness penetrating him, almost painfully full. They stopped moving to allow Harry to adjust, their brows beading with perspiration as Logan and Riddick held off. When Harry wiggled in impatience, they both slowly pulled out and rocked back in, Harry groaning loud and long at the sensation. Almost as if rehearsed, Logan slid a claw free and cut his wrist, offering it to Harry to take. Harry's mouth wrapped around the wound as it closed and suckled the flesh relishing in the flavor of copper and Wolverine. Riddick held up his own wrist for Logan to cut and set his own at Harry's mouth. Harry traded off as Logan's wrist closed, the wound barely a scar.



Harry's tongue followed a trail of blood to the cut, his lips becoming the color of the blood he took as it smeared onto his lips. Riddick watched as Harry's tongue glided over the wound as he slowly healed it with his mouth. The blood flow quickly stopped, the wound mirroring the one Logan now sported.



Harry sliced his wrists on Logan's claw, offering one to Riddick and one to Logan. Both took the offered blood, basking in the feral taste that came with the coppery overtone. Logan started thrusting, Riddick making his own rhythm slow as Logan went hard and fast. The dual sensations pounded Harry, his entire body focused on the feel of being penetrated so thoroughly and thickly. The feel of them feeding on him made him cry out, his neck arching back as both released his wrists to bite his tender flesh.



Harry came with a scream, his body clamping down on their thick flesh and dragging Logan with him immediately as he bowed his back, his head on Riddick's shoulder. Riddick followed with a hard thrust, his body arching into Harry's, the feeling of being squeezed making it hard for him to breathe. Logan slipped out and fell to his knees, hissing at the foreign pain. Harry barely stood a minute before Riddick had to catch him and ease both of them to the floor as his strength left his legs.



“I—I think...its safe to say...that our kind of...sex leaves...little to be...desired...” Harry panted out.



Logan started convulsing and Harry looked at him with dazed and worried eyes. “Wha?”



Riddick chuckled weakly and Harry heard Logan wheeze out a laugh. Harry gave them quizzical looks, his eyes nearly crossing as he lay there and tried to figure out what the hell it was he said that was so damn funny. Logan finally turned onto his back, his chest heaving as he gulped air. When he could breathe moderately well, he looked at Harry and grinned. “You are such a vanilla flavored boy its almost hysterical.”



“Vanilla?”



Riddick let Harry lean into his chest as he propped himself up on a nearby wall...less than a foot from where they had shagged each other senseless. “It means you are still a green horn, Green Eyes. I agree with him.”



“Hey!” Harry was affronted...for all of ten seconds. “Okay, so my only experience has been with women and that was almost five years ago. I just didn't like it.”



Logan gaped for a moment before clicking his jaw shut. “You didn't like sex...” he guffawed and rolled onto his side holding his stomach. “That's rich!”



Harry stuck his tongue out at Logan before settling into Riddick. He yawned, his eyes drifting shut. “'M gonna take a nap, 'kay?” Harry nuzzled Riddick's chest, planting a kiss on the nearest skin and instantly falling asleep.



Riddick grunted as he tried to move Harry enough to get up without waking him as he tried to get them to his bed. Logan was there supporting Harry and offering a hand up with his free hand. Riddick took it and heaved himself up, leading the way to the king-sized bed and burrowing under the covers and dragging a sleeping Harry to the middle of the bed. Logan took the other side of Harry, curling around the smaller man and reaching with a hand over Harry's still body. Riddick allowed the hand to lay on his hip, his eyes closed as he found oblivion.



^-^



“So, you're a demon, you are from Makai—AKA Demon World, and you are here for Harry...Why?”



“Well, King Enma wants to meet the Chimera. It's been a while since we've had one around the Makai and Harry is the only one we know of.”



Charlie didn't know what was more...unusual about this: A) he was talking to a dragon...and it was talking back or B) that the Makai was UNDER Japan instead of just another side dimension. He would think about it later when he could chalk it up to “Harry-osities”...a rather extensive list for one person.



“Okay, so that means you are not a Jade Green, then...But you look just like one. What are you, exactly? I mean, other than a demon...”



“I'm an Ice Maiden being punished for something I will not say. I must maintain this shape for as long as I can manage, other wise, I'll melt when I revert to my power conserving humanoid form.”



Charlie winced. “Harsh.”



The “Jade Green” tilted her head to the side, her draconian features curving into a crocodile grin. “I think you'll not have to worry about Harry, as you so eloquently put it, 'going off the deep end' after this. The two creatures with him decided to fix their weak link as soon as possible.”



“I'm not going to ask because asking means that when I'm asked for details, I have to give them. Nope, don't wanna know, don't need to know, not going to know.”



The dragon laughed at him delightedly and he sulked for all he was worth. Then something she said registered...Creatures? “What do you mean creatures? Weren't those two human?”



“Not really. In appearance maybe, but they are far from human. One is immortal, his strength in his animal. The other is nearly immortal himself, his strength in his body. By consummating their mate with blood, they become demon with him, his blood in their veins only strengthening them further. Though, by our law they are still human. I would like to see what kind of power base they will have now...” she mused almost to herself.



“But Harry's a human chimera, not a true demon.”



“Ah, but he is a demon, little human. By consuming the soul of his enemy, he became something that could only be demonic in nature even if he is a kind and sweet boy...I've been talking to Norbert and he only sings praise of the boy and his mum...Some Hagrid fellow if I understand that correctly. Anyway, Harry as you call him has, under law 12493, section 7, paragraph 15, become a demon. Not in the sense that he is a bad creature, but a new Makai citizen...Though he won't live there. He probably wouldn't survive the separation from his more-or-less human mates. Koenma will most likely have to employ them to his detective agency to keep his father from blasting them farther than Hell's pit!”



“This is so bloody damn strange...” Charlie stated with a grin on his face. “Harry might blast this King Enma back. He's a little keen on staying alive.”



The dragoness laughed, he voice a sound similar to shattering glass and wind chimes. Both grating and soothing at the same time. She liked this human, he was smart and astoundingly brilliant and witty. It was hard to find someone like that anywhere in this day and age. She just might have to keep him...



^_~



Charlie had to spend the night at the institute, the dragons staying therefore keeping him on the ground. That Ororo woman, though very pretty, seemed almost terrifying. Then again, how many women can call on the weather to show their mood?



Harry, Riddick and Logan had slept long and hard, their bodies going through some changes during the night that they would be amused by after they got over the shock...



Hermione was feverishly pouring over books, her ring telling her that Harry was definitely not in danger, per say, but getting himself into mischief. Not surprising, but not that great either. Draco stood at her side, his hands on his hips as he perused the large tome on the book stand, turning the delicate pages with fingered gloves.



“Hermione, dear woman that you are, are you sure about this? I mean, Harry is the world's savior from a malicious force that we hopefully won't see any more of any time soon. How could he need this kind of information when one of those has yet to be seen top side since the divide way back when, before England started to record Asian, African and American data to help them and ourselves keep up with all magical incidents. You know, to keep from repeating some of the mistakes that abound from little to no information because of language barriers.”



Hermione sighed. Draco was a descent guy, good-looking according to Ginny and a great minister once you got past the snotty attitude, but he was the most aggravating man to exist when asked for a favor. “You will look this up or I will spell you lime green for a month! With no reversals. Do I make myself clear?”



Draco “eep-ed” and started skimming the book again. “Here,” he announced after several minutes reading. “['Chimera are almost mythical creatures due to their scarcity. Most people who have seen the elusive chimera were near Japan, the Makai's veil nonexistent at the time. It is said that most chimera married into human lines, weakening their inherent magic. It is also said that there was a reason for doing so, the thinning of the blood a good thing for the magically enhanced beings that were dying out.



['When the chimera marry into magical human society (marries a witch or wizard) the humans gain many pluses, their innate core magic astoundingly large and concise. Unfortunately, the magic tends to be very destructive and or wild and violent.



['Mutant-chimera mating is a forbidden act in it self due to the fact that the mutant and chimera will produce creatures not understood in normal society...'] Normal society, my arse. They just didn't want anything stronger than they being born to such 'low bred Neanderthals' like mutants,” Draco mocked. “Let's see...mating right? Um...['Chimera, as they are more than one beast, being, and or creature, usually have one to four mates at a time. The mating process is speculation among greater minds, the actual act unknown. Also, the amount of polygamy relationships are due to the fact that chimeras have a high death rate for such strongly magical creatures. The cause is unknown but is under speculation.' ]”



Hermione sighed again and rubbed her temples. “I'll write Harry a note tomorrow. He'll need to know, and Logan will just the thrilled to hear about this.” She skimmed another book, this one even more vague than the last she had read. She almost closed the book when a paragraph caught her eye. ['Male chimera are rare, the last known one being Kuronue from before the Veil. For more details, look up “Kurama, the Master Thief” in any Japanese folk lore scroll or book.']



Hermione hurried to the shelf full of Asian fairy tales, her eyes skimming the titles. THERE! She pulled a thin book from the shelf, her hands flipping the pages quickly as she found the story. “Kurama, the Master Thief” was in bold script at the top of the page.



“Draco, I found someone to talk to...”



“Poor soul.” He ducked the quill as it embedded itself in the wooden shelf behind him.



^.^



“I don't believe this...I just don't,” Harry repeated to the mirror as he looked at himself. It was ridiculous...and therefore it would happen to him. “Riddick, get your tight arse in here and tell me what's different. I can't pin it down yet.”



Riddick sauntered in in all his nude glory making Harry pause. Damn, that man was fucking gorgeous. Harry shook his head and turned back to the mirror to try and find out what the fuck was different. “I can't see anything but longer canines, but that I attribute to Logan. I can smell, taste, feel, and hear better than before, again from Logan. You, I'm not sure, but something is niggling at the back—Oh, merlin!”



Riddick had pulled Harry a little farther from the mirror and there, barely shimmering was a hand print...in emerald green, no less, around his navel. Harry twisted around and searched Riddick for any changes. There on his neck was a scar, one the resembled his own just behind his ear. Harry sprinted to look at Logan, his heart hammering in his throat.



Logan was still asleep, his body worn. “Logan, wake up please. Logan, come on...”Harry tried to talk the man awake but he just rolled over. Harry huffed and leaned in, a finger barely tapping the large shoulder. Logan whipped around, claws drawn and impaled Harry on the antimantium appendages.



“Oh, god...Harry...”



Harry felt the metal slide from his torso, his body in so much pain. The squelching of skin parting then reweaving almost echoed in the room. Harry was slid down to the bed, red streaking the pale skin, staining the sheets and the hands that so lovingly touched him.



Riddick had never felt like this: helpless, lost. His hands wavered over the broken skin, the stench of copper thick. Logan was beside him, his hands drenched in the precious crimson and he stemmed the flow with the sheets.



“Riddick, I—we gotta get Hank. Or—or, FUCK! CHARLIE WEASLEY! GET YOUR SPYIN' ASS IN HERE!”



A sheepish red head poked around the door, the grin fading as he saw Harry on the bed. “What in merlin's name happened?”



Logan looked uncomfortable. “I had a nightmare. It's not smart to wake from one unless you can heal like I do...”



Charlie surveyed the damage...then sighed. “Okay, so Harry took your blood, right?” Logan and Riddick nodded. “Fine. Give him a minute to utilize his new...attributes. It's a little scary the first time, but at least this is more controlled than what Angelina went through with George. The twins really had a big scare when she—Okay, I get it, I get it. Put me down, Riddick,” Charlie calmly stated as he fingered the wand in his hand.



Riddick let the stocky man slide down the door until his feet touched the carpet before flinging him away. “When do they kick in?”



Charlie looked at a watch-like device on his hand. “I'd say they already have. Harry's out of the “mortal danger” and in the “healing” process. Here, take a look.” He held out his wrist to Riddick who snatched the device from the man with minor protest. Those silver eyes nearly scared Charlie more than staring down an enraged Chinese Fireball without a wand and little to no shelter to hide behind. Not a good feeling.



Riddick tossed the thing to Logan who caught it on reflex as he watched with disbelieving eyes when the skin closed over the fresh wounds not even leaving a scar to mar that pale and soft skin. His fingers brushed against the skin praying it hadn't been an illusion. They came away sticky, the original tears gone under the thickening blood. Cradling Harry to his chest, Logan ignored Charlie and looked at Riddick. “I'm gonna clean him up before he wakes up. I'll just be in there,” he tilted his head to indicate the door on the other side of the room.



Riddick nodded and watched the man carry Harry away. “Weasley, I suggest that you leave us until this is finished. When I leave this room, I want you to be there and ready to answer some questions. If you are not there, I won't care if Green Eyes likes or not. You will die.”



Charlie gulped and nodded at the silently enraged man before high tailing it out the door. Several curious faces tried to look in but no one could really see anything in the dark room before the door snapped shut.



-_-



“DRACO MALFOY! Get your skinny blond arse in this room now!”



Draco rolled his eyes at the woman that lay in the bed, her hair in a fall around her willowy shoulders. A boy sat across from her, his face far too old and mature than it should be for one his age. His hair framed a handsome face with the brightest blue eyes to be seen. He grinned at the Malfoy heir.



“Malfoy, I would say that she has you on a leash, but that can't be true. Why you're the Minister of Magic,” Neville drawled with a grin. Draco and Ginny rolled their eyes at him and Ginny giggled. Blaise just shut his eyes and turned over.



He didn't understand it. He was intelligent, strong, observant...And a complete fool. His family was dead because of him, several of his friends died at his hand, and no one had asked why he wanted to close himself off from the world and die. A lonely and final place of rest. Fitting for the Dark Lord's fool.



Voldemort had ruined his life so many times he had lost count. The ugly mark on his arm was a forced mark, but it was there. He felt Draco and Ginny hugging, talking, smiling at each other. Neville would watch on with a bemused expression and try not to snort in laughter when Draco would blush and mumble through whatever it was he wanted to say or sleep for a while. Draco had refused, he had been disowned by his father and then reinstated by Narcissa less than three weeks later when Lucius was murdered by his “Lord and Master” for failing him. Draco had been right, courageous and didn't think out the full ramifications, things that a Gryffindor were and he had made the faultless decision. And he had been labeled a fool by his own house though they would be the foolish and impulsive.



“Excuse me, but is there a Blaise Zambini here?”



That voice was new and innocent. Who had a voice like that after such a war?



“He's in the last bed, left side, curtains drawn. Why are you here?” Ginny, the ever curious and meddling woman she was, asked quite bluntly.



“Thank you, Gin, but I must be along now. I have to talk to Zambini.”



“Suit yourself, then, but he's not going to talk.”



“He won't have to.”



That presence was a new but old one. Maybe from school but I have never heard that particular voice before...maybe. Her steps are so light I can't really tell who's walking, but there is a grace that is communicated through the clothing that rustles just so. I can smell the lavender soap coming off her skin from here, even if the scent isn't that cloying. It's barely there by normal standards.



Soft cool hands grab my face tenderly and I jerk away. I can't stand the feeling of someone touching those scars...Foolish scars. The hands slip to my arms instead where she communicates almost as much with her fingers as with her words.



“Blaise, I need your help. My friend is in trouble without permission again and I need someone like you to come with me.”



I have heard that voice before, just once as she shielded me from a slashing hex. Her hands take mine and put them on her face allowing me to feel the sincerity there. People can lie with eyes, mouth, and expression, but if it is fake, I can tell. It is a recently acquired...gift. One of my hands slid to her throat to monitor her pulse and the vibrations of her voice, the other touches her lips as she speaks to me like I'm still human. If I just squeeze, her life would be over and she trusts me enough to allow me such intimate exploration. Who is she?



“I know that look,” she whispers to only me, “and I know the answer. I'm Luna. Luna Lovegood, but most know me as Loony Luna.”



My savior from the last battle was...the cracked pot? Soft silk tumbled on my face making me itch to touch it. I remember blond curls and a heart-shaped face filled with large blue doe eyes and rose lips...and a silly lion hat that roared...



“Will you help me? Please?” her breath teased my ear and goose bumps shivered on my spine and arms. No one had been this close in a long time.



“Yes...”



^_^



Harry groaned as he rolled over. “I think I just tore everything apart,” he whimpered into the warmth under him. The warmth chuckled and Harry heard water sloshing before it tickled his sides. “Oh, laugh at my pain, why don't you. You're so mean to meEEeeeyaaaah!”



Harry tried to squirm away from the fingers delving into his sides. Another set joined the first as Harry wiggled ever which way. “Please...” he giggled too hard to continue, fingers tickling his feet that were held still in an iron grasp. “S-stooop! Ack!”



“Do ya promise not to do somethin' stupid like that again?” asked the first man.



“I-I can't!” he gasped out.



“Why not?” asked the other.



“Be-because...this j-jusssst happens.”



“He's tellin' the truth, whether we want him to or not. Damn,” Logan growled. He let Harry go, the boy jumping out of the bath as quickly as he could move with his feet still caught and he out of breath from the tickling torture.



“Riddick...” he whined, “Let me go!” He squeaked when he was pulled the full length of Riddick's body.



“No, vixen. I'm taking you with me when we go see this Charlie person now that you're awake. And by holding you,” he palmed Harry's cock as it swelled against his stomach, “I can have some fun.”



Harry moaned into his mouth as his lips were ravaged. Logan watched fascinated with burning eyes. After that debacle from earlier, he wanted to reaffirm his ties to the boy that had stolen some part of him. But right now it seemed that Riddick was going to take his time with seducing the green-eyed god before them. He didn't think he would mind right now as long as he was apart of it somehow...



“Riddick!” Harry breathed harshly as his neck was attacked and his back pushed into the cold tile of the stand-in shower. “Oh, merlin, fuck me, Riddick...”



Riddick's hand came forward with the bottle of soap from a nearby shelf and he uncapped it with his thumb. Pouring a large pool in his hand, he slicked his cock before using the rest to lubricate his fingers in preparation of finger fucking Harry. One hand slipped down between Harry's slim thighs to his ass. The boy arched back into the hand that had yet to even penetrate him. Riddick grinned just as he bit his mate's shoulder and slid a finger into his ass. Harry screamed.



Two fingers pumped into him making Harry keen and thrust back into the motion. Three fingers and a slight sting had him hissing. Riddick grabbed his cock to guide it into Harry and pushed forward. Harry felt his body stretch for something that he wasn't fully prepared for, but none the less craved. It hurt, burned, and he loved it. His body was being dominated, claimed, marked as another's.



The slight tinge of copper made Logan growl at the two, his already stiff and angry/hungry body balking at the smell of the sweet liquid that meant pain and wounds. He stalked towards Riddick, his hackles raised. “You hurt him and I kill you...” he growled at the taller man.



Riddick growled back and showed his teeth in a parody of a grin. “If you will stop bitching, fuck one of us. NOW!”



Logan didn't let that challenge stand. Grabbing Riddick's face in his hands, he pressed his mouth hard onto surprisingly soft lips. Riddick attempted to bite him, but he ignored the pain of the wound as it was created and then healed. Riddick never stopped his ruthless pounding of the smaller man as Logan turned to kiss him as well, the taste of his own blood flowing into Harry's mouth.



Harry felt the blood, tasted the thick copper turned sweet and whimpered in pleasure. That taste, once it had made him sick, now it was like a balm as his body soaked it up. And he wanted a little more. His teeth were sharper, the canines almost full fangs as he bite at Logan's mouth in a kiss. Logan groaned and Harry lapped it up. He felt Riddick watching as the man fucked him senseless and vines of thrilled sensual pleasure latched onto his body making him giddy. When Logan moved behind the imposing, silver-eyed man, Riddick jerked hard in his body, hissing as Logan grinned at Harry. The dark-haired man keened as the thrusts became erratic before slowing down.



With a sudden flash of insight, Harry knew what Logan was doing: he was preparing the silver-eyed sex god. Then, it was as if he had two bodies as he felt Riddick's discomfort warring with the curiosity of the unknown pleasure. Harry pulled Riddick to his mouth to share Logan's blood on his tongue, pushing past his lips and teeth and letting the crimson explode in a kaleidescope of flavors.



-.-



I have never felt this before, this utter need to just let anything happen. To my mind, my body, my pleasure ruptured being...Harry was more than enough to drag a homophobic pope to his doom with one glance.



Logan...He watched and I felt my body thrill. I was no voyeuristic bastard, but that primal feeling made me...ponder. When that coppery taste that usually coated my tongue filled my nose, I knew he would do something to exact revenge for damaging our mate. It is my way...his way.



He growled near me and I felt a shock: he had gotten this close and I hadn't even noticed. Blue eyes like beacons in purple waters glared with intent. “You hurt him and I kill you...”



Harry bucked under my hands as I held him to the wall, his legs pressed into mine. I growled back at him. He dare challenges me? I think this is going to be fun. I grinned at that bastard, daring him to do something.



“If you will stop bitching, fuck one of us. NOW!”



It wasn't what I expected. He kissed me...He KISSED me! I bit him, tasting blood and felt myself smirk. But there was one thing, he didn't pull away from the pain. I liked that. When he pushed his torn mouth to Harry's, I watched with a fascination that few women could ever produce for seconds at a time. Logan and Harry were proving to be distractions...distractions that might get me killed soon if I let it. But fuck, that was the sexiest thing I have seen.



I watched until I couldn't Logan as he moved behind me. Was that payback? Seemed kind of sad to me...! He finger was in my ass, the unusual pain making me falter. I had to slow down or I was going to fall down with the kid under me and I'm no light weight. That's when it happened.



I felt down to the second how Harry seemed to become part of my body. I felt every thrust into his deliciously hot, tight body as he squeezed me. I felt as if it was my own body being pounded into the tile wall. I felt every twitched of Logan's fingers as he touched me and I couldn't help the involuntary relaxation.



When Harry took my mouth with his, sharing Logan's blood, I...I'm not sure, but I think I surrendered to that bond. What the fuck was I doing?



Logan's hand was on my ass, his fingers touching the inner walls when that “something” was pushed. I fucking pushed back on his fingers. Like I wanted to be fucked like a little whore...but I couldn't move away. I it was as if Harry had taken control on my legs and held me still. When Logan deemed me ready, he pushed forward and I tried to move from under him. Fuck! Harry was moaning in pleasure and I couldn't think, move, or talk.



“Relax, Logan...It feels so fucking good!” Harry. He was whispering to me, making me burn with his state of bliss.



“What the fuck are you doing to me?”



That half smile of satisfaction on his face made my cock jump in pleasure. My own pleasure. “I am doing nothing, but even you can't say that being fucked senseless isn't a good thing...FUCK,” he moaned when Logan was seated to the hilt inside MY body. “I didn't think this was possible, but I'm going to try and make this happen more often...” he panted into my skin.



“Not with me being bitch,” I whispered back. I am no one's bitch.



“You aren't a bitch, but I won't let it slid that you harmed our mate,” Logan growled at my neck. When he pulled out a little a started rocking, hitting that spot, I felt stars. I don't feel stars. I don't enjoy this kind of shit, but fuck me, Harry and I both were enjoying this. I can't deny that it felt fucking good to have that spot, even if inside my body, touched and rubbed.



Harry and I started melting into one being as I fucked him and was fucked in something of a dance. I was turning into a fucking poet here. “Harry...FUCK...what are you...fucking doing?”



I turned to look at Logan over my shoulder, his eyes flashing blue lightening. With a hard thrust, he hit that spot, making me gasp for breath. Damn them both for making me enjoy this... “Da...damn you...both...” I groaned as Logan thrust hard and fast, my pace echoing his as Harry keened and sobbed out his pleasure. I felt my thrusts in his body, I felt my body thrusting into his, and I felt Logan pounding me fucking senseless.



Harry came suddenly, violently, his body clamping down hard on mine. I felt his orgasm hit, felt as if it was own body shuddering in almost defeat. I roared out my own orgasm, felt my body empty into his, my seed filling my own body...almost. Logan tensed behind me, his thrusts quickening as my own body felt the surge of liquid heat filling it, milking more heat inside...



Harry slumped against my shoulder, his head in my neck where a kiss was laid. I felt his exhaustion transfer to my body and I rocked back from the wave into Logan's chest. He lowered us to the ground, my relief muted. Just what the fuck was going on?!



“That is what I would like to know, Riddick,” Harry mumbled. I felt Logan's confusion before the same thing happened to him: he started to merge with us.



“This is bullshit.”



Harry looked at me with tired green eyes. “I know, but what the funk?”



Logan, I felt him now, his entire body pressed to my back, our back. Harry felt it too, his arms wrapping around up both trying to comfort us. I thought that was funny. A kid, our mate, was trying to protect two of the biggest bad asses known and unknown...



“Logan, keep your thoughts a little quieter, hm? I trying to figure out what it was I did THIS time,” Harry groused. I felt his confusion, his anger, his upset. Logan. Confusion, relief, and timid affection for Harry...and myself. I don't know what I felt: anger, rage, humiliation...relief, comfort, exhaustion...



Something was fucking up, here, and I was getting a bit pissed off about not knowing.



“Charlie had better be waiting when I step outside this room...”



^///^



Charlie had been waiting, his silencing charm doing wonders for him. After that first scream of, um, pleasure, he had thrown it up before anyone could figure out what was going on. He hadn't wanted to know what was going on but he should have suspected it. Mates needed to reaffirm their bonds after those kinds of close calls.



Angelina had been one of the worst cases he had ever seen. Fred and George had been talking when she had come up behind them. George had acted before he thought when a slim hand had touched his shoulder. The curse he had sent at her was one of the few the twins had become immune to after the war, and they were so damn glad when Angelina had snapped back after only a few hours. The curse had almost boiled her blood right out of her veins.



And he, once again, wished he had been anywhere else but there when those three had started going at it like bunnies. Nine months later, twins had been born.



When the door to the suite banged open, Charlie jumped like he was shot. Logan stood there, his imposing stance not one bit diminished by the terry-cloth robe he wore. Riddick stepped up beside him dressed similarly, each grabbing an arm and pulling him with little protest into the dark room.



“Hello, Charlie. Meet my mates Logan the Idiot and Riddick the Insane. Guys, meet my brother Charlie the Dragon Tamer,” Harry said blandly, a mischievous light in his eyes.



Charlie snorted in amusement before laughing like a loon. Logan mock glared at the boy and his “brother” before looking at Riddick with a suffering “what is wrong with us?” look.



“So, Charlie, care to explain WHY I can almost become one with my mates when...Um—intimate?”



Charlie felt his breath freeze and he choked. “WHAT?!”



“Oh, stop being so melodramatic, Charlie, dear. I can tell you what's going on,” chirped a voice from the blocked window. A green head breezed through the shattering glass as if it were nothing, the reptilian eyes sparkling with humor at the gobsmacked look of the males. “Hello, I'm Hikari Yuki. Pleased to meet you, Potter Harry-sama and his mates.”



The grin she sported was anything but comforting. “So, where do I start?”