Le Frère de Sang

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Anita Blake Vampire Hunter, and I do not make any money from these writings.
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GENERAL DISCLAIMER - I do not own Harry Potter or Anita Blake Vampire Hunter, and I do not make any money from these writings.

NOTES ON THE CHAPTER - So, this chapter is just interaction between our newest triumvirate members. Not really exciting but slightly steamy towards the end.

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I woke up when a body moved next to me, making the bed dip and wobble. I was jostled slightly and then left slightly chilled as an arm that had been around me was removed, and the leg pressed against the backs of mine pulled away.

“Mm. Cold.” I heard a chuckle and I rolled onto my back to glare slightly at Micah who had just climbed out of bed. His boxers were slightly tented at the front, his hair mussled from sleep and there were little bits of sleep dust in his eyes. He gave them a brief rub to clear them then blinked a few times before settling his eyes on me and grinning.

“Come on then lazy bones, since I woke you up you might as well get ready with me. You‘ve got school soon and you still need feeding.” I groaned and sat up, the cover falling down my chest to pool in my waist. I glanced over at the other body in the bed. Asher was as still as a statue again, cold and dead. No other way to put it. He was dead. Still beautiful but dead, dead for the day.

“You have work today…what‘re you going to wear?” I asked Micah, leaning over to kiss Asher’s lips very lightly before pulling back and climbing off the bed. I readjusted my underwear slightly, finding it uncomfortable constricting my morning hardness. Micah’s eyes swept down my body and then gave me a cheeky grin.

“I thought I‘d go like this…or perhaps in my birthday suit. What do you think?”

“Your birthday suit?” I frowned, what did he mean by that?

“Yeah, the suit I was born in.” I frowned further.

“What were you, a demon baby? We aren‘t born with clothes on you know.”

“Exactly.” I gaped at him and then the meaning of his words hit me. My eyes went wide and I choked.

“No! You can‘t go to work naked! Hell no! Only Asher and me are allowed to see your birthday suit…” I paused. “Sorry, and the pard and Anita of course but…but no wearing your birthday suit anywhere but behind closed doors at home!”

Micah stared at me for a moment, his eyes flicking up and down my body before he finally spoke again. “Okay, okay. Come on, join me for a quick shower then we‘ll run to my house and yours to get a change of clothes and then how about I take you out for breakfast?”

“Mm sounds good.” I followed Micah into the shower and stripped off my underwear. I stepped into the shower first, turned it on and got blasted with freezing cold water.

“AH!” I smashed my elbow against the wall and cursed. I tried to twist out of the cold spray and fell out of the shower in my haste.

“Woah!” Strong arms wrapt around me and I looked up at Micah. He was laughing. “Cold?”

“It‘s freezing!” I complained and righted myself on my feet. Micah stuck a hand under the spray and recoiled almost immediately.

“You‘re right, it is.” He grabbed the temperature control and twisted it around. The shower soon became misted up and warmth billowed out. Micah slipped straight in under the spray and leaned back to let it all run into his hair. I stepped carefully in next, my body enjoying the warmth. I closed the door to the shower and pushed myself up against Micah.

“You‘re freezing Harry! Get off!”

“Hah! No way. Warm me up.” I pushed my arms right around his waist and held on tight. My goosebumps went down immediately and I placed a kiss on Micah’s chest before stepping back. “Thanks, I hate being cold.”

“Yeah, you and me both.” Micah growled, batting me over the head with his hand. I dodged it and hit the wall again with my elbow.

“Bloody hell. I‘m gonna have a big bruise there now.” I tried to twist my arm around so I could see whether or not there was a bruise. A hand grabbed the top of my arm and forced me to take a step forwards.

“Speaking of bruises and injuries…how‘s your wrist?” I turned my hand over immediately and looked down at the inside of my arm. The scar was puffed up and the rest of my arm very slightly swollen around it. The skin was slightly darker there too like it was beginning to bruise. I winced just looking at it.

“Damn.”

“Yes damn!” Micah agreed and raised my wrist so he could have a closer look. He ran a hand over the swelling pressing gently. I flinched and tried to snatch my hand back.

“Ow! Micah, did you have to touch it? That hurt.”

“I‘m not surprised!” He released my wrist and moved out from under the spray to grab the shampoo. “I‘ll pick you up after school and take you to see Cherry so she can check whether it‘s okay or not.” Cherry was the member of Micah’s pard who was trained as a nurse. She dealt with my wrist after I’d injured it before, when Jean-Claude had dragged me out of the club right before me and Asher got together.

“Okay…wait, you‘re not going to work?”

“Oh I am, unlike someone I know I wouldn‘t not go, not without a good reason at least.” I glared and soaked myself beneath the spray.

“Hey, I had a good reason. Besides, I did all my homework and I‘ll even go around picking up the work I missed if it will make you feel any better.”

“Yeah, it would. And I agree, you had a good reason but to lie about it like that…I‘m not happy with you but…well, to be honest it‘s intimidating.”

“Huh?!” I stared at him completely confused. He’d lathered in the shampoo to his hair and had his eyes screwed shut. I moved out of the way and gave him a small nudge so he went beneath the spray. “What do you mean? What‘s intimidating?”

“Well, I suppose intimidating isn‘t the right word but I can‘t think of another. What you‘d do for Asher, because you love him, is pretty…awe inspiring I suppose. It‘s shocking, marvellous but shocking.”

“Oh…”

“It really puts things into perspective, or takes what I thought was in perspective out and gives me things to think about. This idea of yours though, you know I‘ll help in any way I can right?” Despite the suds of shampoo falling down his face and body I leaned up and pressed my lips to his briefly.

“Of course.” We finished off in the shower as quickly as we could. Due to the cold spray I’d been under before my morning arousal had vanished but Micah’s hadn’t so he had to take care of it. I was out of the shower before then though. I dried off using a towel then escaped the bathroom so I didn’t have to hear Micah. When I reached the main room I found all our clothes in piles on a chair. Asher had probably done them after Micah and I had fallen asleep. We did all manage to spend some time together though, Asher hadn’t spent too long at work and came back as quickly as he could. We didn’t do much besides talk because they didn’t want to ‘strain me’ after my loosing so much blood. Worry warts.

“Right, where‘s my clothes. Ah, thank you!” Micah plucked his clothes from the chair and carried them over to the bed before he started pulling them on. I watched him for a moment thinking about the clothes. My magic could help today, especially since we were running short on time.

“Hey Micah? I think I could transfigure your clothes into something acceptable for you to go to work in if you‘d like.” Micah glanced at me and raised an eyeborw in question.

“Transfigure clothes?”

“Mhmm. Watch.” I lay my clothes out on the bed and concentrated on changing my once red t-shirt into a long sleeved black shirt with a red pattern. Then I changed my full length blue jeans to black jeans to match.

“Okay. Sure. Well can you do shirt and smart trousers? What about jackets?” I nodded and looked over his clothes. He had worn informal though tidy trousers with a short sleeved shirt and a tracksuit jacket. I waved my hand at the trousers concentrating and they turned into dark blue trousers with the proper crease down the fronts. Then I turned his short sleeved shirt into a long sleeved, though admittedly thin, shirt in white. His jacket I turned into a suit jacket to match his trousers.

“Brilliant. Thanks.” I smiled and pulled my own newly transfigured clothes on, casting cleaning and refreshening charms at them as I went. As an after thought I sent cleaning and refresh charms over at Micah’s clothes and laughed when he growled at me.

“You did that on purpose!”

“Well I thought you might appreciate clean, fresh smelling clothes!” Micah scowled.

“Well yeah but I‘m never gonna get my trousers on now.” I glanced down and laughed again, he had a more than slight problem.

“Want me to throw a chilling charm at you?”

“You might have to else I‘m gonna have to go back in the shower.” I threw the charm at him and he hissed harshly but his arousal went down.

“You‘re clothes okay?”

“Yeah. The jacket‘s a bit big but it‘s all fine. Now, we‘d better got going. We still need to eat.”

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“Here you are then. I‘ll pick you up after school too okay?” I turned to look at Micah and nodded. My cheeks still felt hot from when we had eaten breakfast. Part way through eating and talking I found Micah staring at me and once I noticed that I realised he had been staring at me for quite some time and still hadn’t stopped. He, in fact, stared at me all the time. Then we’d gone to my house to get my school bag and he’d followed me in and had stared around the house like he hadn’t already seen it. Not to mention when we reached the stairs he had asked where abouts we’d had sex because he couldn’t remember how far up the stairs we had been. I had flushed so red I was worried I’d attract all the vampires in the area, despite them sleeping for the day.

“Sure. I‘ll be out as quick as I can then. You still taking me to see Cherry?” Micah nodded and grabbed my wrist inspecting the scar once more.

“I think we should go, we won‘t stay long but I want to make sure everything is okay with this.” He ran his finger over the length of the scar and, though it didn’t hurt, I pulled my hand back. I had this imagery of me dragging the knife through my skin since his finger was moving in the same direction I had sliced.

“Sorry.” I apologised for jerking my hand away. “Sorry for doing it too but I wanted to help.”

“I know.” Micah sighed then put the handbrake on and leaned over it to kiss me. I relaxed into it, letting him have whatever he wanted and offering no resistance whatsoever. I pressed into the kiss and joined in but I didn’t try to dominate, I did everything after his lead. “Now get going before you miss school again because I decide you need to be kept an eye on.”

“Okay. See you later.” I climbed out of the passenger door and shut it gently. I had just turned to walk towards the school when Micah called me back, having electrically opened the passenger side window.

“Hey Harry?”

“Yeah?” I looked at him and found him smiling in a soft way.

“I love you, remember that.” I laughed lightly. How could I ever forget that? Especially since I’ve felt it and seen it and heard it and…and returned it.

“I could never forget. I love you too.” Micah continued to smile, nodded, wound the window up and drove off. I watched him leave till he was out of sight then wandered into school ignoring the way my peers teased and tried to bully me. I ignored their taunts, pointing, mocking stairs and laughter.

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I walked out of the meeting room and found Micah waiting, rather impatiently, in the waiting room chair. He shot straight to his feet and grabbed my bag when he saw me and walked over, putting his arm around my shoulders.

“So? What did she say?” I grinned at him ruefully.

“She told me I was a stupid fool who was lucky. She said I would be fine but that I would probably forever have a scar there. She also told me not to do that again because if I died she‘d have Anita bring me back so she could kill me, and if I survived she‘d throttle me!” Micah laughed and kissed my temple still chuckling slightly.

“Ah good.” I frowned at him trying to hold back my laughter.

“Good that she‘d throttle me? Or good that she‘d kill me?”

“Both.” I opened my mouth in mock outrage and he continued talking like he hadn’t noticed. “But since you‘ve no plans to do it again it doesn‘t matter does it?”

“No.” I couldn’t think of anything else to say so we walked out of the hospital silently. It was comfortable, I realised, us walking like this with Micah. His arm around my shoulders, his warmth against me, was comforting, the silence between us comfortable and the simmering of our emotions just below the surface wonderful. There was no need to talk, we could just walk quietly and still be happy. We’d not walked like this before, not as far as I can remember. I glanced up at him, looking over his hair and his face. His lips were half way between relaxed and smiling, a nice look on him. His hair was hair was brushing his skin gently, occasionally getting in his eyes and when it did he’d flick his head ever so slightly and send it flipping back out of his way.

“Asher said he‘d be coming over tonight. He said it has been a long time since he has seen….” I had jumped when Micah had broken the silence between us and now he paused again I frowned. Micah’s lips moved without sound for a minute before he sighed and then looked down at me with a smile. “He said it has been a long time since he has seen our room at your house.”

“Oh…Then I‘d better get home quick so I can wash the sheets and things before he arrives. The bed isn‘t made and all my clothes are scattered all over the floor, the place is a right tip!” Micah laughed at me.

“You‘re a teenager Harry, you aren‘t meant to be tidy.”

“Mm, that‘s true but then what is your excuse?!” It was lucky we were outside then because I had to run away quickly as Micah made to grab me and punish me for what I said. I ran to the car but no sooner had I reached it did his fingers tickle my waist and I collapsed against the body of the car in hysterics as Micah attacked me.

“Take it back Harry.”

“Never! Ahaha!” I squirmed and tried to get free. There were too many people around, plenty of them watching, so I couldn’t use my magic to help which meant I was completely at his mercy. When his hand reached that part of my side I couldn’t stop the howl of laughter.

“Apologise or I tickle you some more!”

“No! Haha…no m…oh ah get off! Hahahaha…Micah…Micah I can‘t b…Aha…I can‘t breathe Micah I can‘t breathe!”

“Apologise then!” I tried to catch my breath between being tickle but it was hard.

“S-s-s-sorry!” I finally yelled out and immediately the tickling stopped. I turned my head to the side, resting my now sweaty forehead against the car and looking at him. He seemed rather pleased with himself. I gave him a half hearted glare. He just laughed at me.

“Come on. We have a bedroom to tidy and then we get to entertain our wonderful third for the evening.” He kissed me lightly on the lips then unlocked the car, holding the door open for me to slide in. Since Asher was coming I wouldn’t be able to get my homework done. Still, I could just omit the fact that I had homework in favour of more pleasureable activities. My blood rushed south in anticipation. I bit muy lip and saw Micah glance my way with humour in his eyes. He could probably smell me getting aroused. I bit my lip harder and tried to force all images away but they wouldn’t go.

By the time we arrived at my house I was rather annoyed at myself though I had managed to force my arousal away eventually.

I got out of the car and all but ran into the house. The sun had gone down mid journey and Asher was either in the house waiting or on his way which meant he could have seen the mess or was about to. I grabbed my keys from my bag and shoved them in the lock…it was unlocked. Asher must be in there, either that or I never locked the door. I pushed the door open and walked inside.

“Hello? Asher, you here?”

“Ah, you have returned. I hope you do not mind my letting myself in?” Asher walked from the lounge into the hall. Grinned at him and threw my bag on the floor so I could greet him properly.

“Course not, let yourself in whenever you like.” I reached up and wrapped an arm around his shoulders, hoping he didn’t mind the invasion of his personal space. From the half smile, half smirk, I think I can assume he didn’t mind at all. He wrapped an arm around my waist, his fingers splaying across my lower back, pulling me forwards against him. I leaned my head back so I could look him in the eye while keeping my lower body pressed to his.

“I thank you for the open invitation.” I grinned at him and pulled his head down so his lips were right next to mine. I gave him a wicked grin, remembering something about giving a good welcome to guests…or to specific guests, namely Micah and Asher. “Micah‘s been teaching me how to greet people properly, would you like me to show you?”

“Haha!” Micah laughed from behind me. I tossed him a grin over my shoulder then looked back at Asher who was looking curious, amused and…and something else that I couldn’t recognise just then.

“Oh? Well, by all means, if you have been learning then perhaps you need a second opinion to know what grade you‘ll get?”

“So…you want me to show you what I‘ve learned then?”

“Oh course.” I grinned wider.

“Good.” I tugged him down and pressed my lips up against his. I kissed him as hard as I could and he reciprocated just as hard. It ended up with me submitting as usual, though I did press myself more firmly against him. I could feel him grow against me, and I could feel myself grow. Still eventually, despite breathing a little during the kiss, I had to pull back so I could get proper air.

“Hm…you have worked hard I see.” Asher murmured into my ear as I pressed my face into his neck so that I could both smell him and catch up on all the oxygen my body had been denied.

“Mm. Well Micah didn‘t like my welcome the other day so he helped me improve.” I laughed slightly still breathing hard. I heard a small laugh from behind me and felt the laugh go through Asher’s body.

“Ah, I see. Then for your welcome I give you an A minus. Now, let us see if your teacher is fit to teach shall we? I shall grade him too, if he will let me.” I released Asher enough so I could look over at Micah. Micah smirked a little and nodded his head.

“Of course, then perhaps I shall be able to grade you too.” I smiled and moved out of the way so that Asher and Micah could move together. Micah was still smirking though it was softer. I couldn’t see Asher’s face but from the way he flicked his hair from his face and then sped up his movements fractionally when Micah continued moving with the same expression, I could guess he was smiling and happy. When they were closer to each other Micah whispered something I couldn’t hear but Asher gave a small laugh.

Then Micah moved. He stepped sharply forwards, plunged one hand into Asher’s hair and the other coiled quickly around his waist, and smashed their lips together. They practically devoured each other. Their heads moving from left to right trying to better their angles. Their hands clutching and holding each other close. Their bodies became fused together almost, they were so close. There wasn’t a milimetre between them. Micah pressed his body up and I saw a very small undulation in his movement. Their groins pressed together making it hard to tell whether they were effected by this. I was effected, that was for sure. I was very hard beneath my trousers, my breathing had increased in rate again and I had to continually lick my lips.

Then they broke apart, Micah panting though he gave Asher a quick peck before pulling back completely and sucking in air.

“That was a perfect greeting. I see our petit magicien has been learning from the best.”

“Thank you. Though I‘m sure my skills will need to be practised too, perhaps you would agree to help me maintain this level of performance?” Micah grinned as he spoke, slowly untangling his hand from Asher’s hair.

“Any time. Call upon me any time and I will be more than happy to oblige.” Asher turned to look at me and then alternated his glance between us. “Tell me though, how might a vampire arrange to have a greeting like that every time he sees the both of you? And would it be possibly to get a repeat performance at some point this evening?”

“Well…” Micah began only my stomach made a loud gurgling noise. I felt what remained of my blood rush into my cheeks and I wrapped my arms around my stomach as if providing it with extra layers would drown out the sound. Micah and Asher stared at me for a moment then laughed.

“I think a repeat performance will have to wait until we have fed our magicien, non?”

“Yeah, that might be a good idea.” Micah replied, peeling himself away from Asher and making to come towards me. I felt completely embarrassed though and quickly excused myself to the kitchen to raid it for food. I didn’t find anything I could cook quickly though and sighed in disappointment.

“Perhaps, Harry, you would allow me to order food into the house? Chinese food or Indian or something of the like?” I looked at Asher and gave him a small smile and a nod.

“Might be a good idea. Nothing spicy though, I‘m not in the mood for spicy.” Micah, with his mobile in his hand jumped up to sit on the counter.

“There‘s a steak house in the centre that do home deliveries. I can order Harry and me something then, perhaps, today we could share the flavours with you Asher?”

“If that is agreeable to you.” Asher said neutrally, though I could see and feel, even without using my empathy, that he was excited by the idea.

“Sure!” I agreed readily and Micah started to search for the number on his phone.

We ordered then to bide our time waiting for the delivery Micah told Asher about my visit to the hospital to check my wrist and then informed the both of us about his day. Then I told them about mine. Asher didn’t share much, only that he had agreed with Jean-Claude to have this evening off. Then the food was here and we moved into the dinning room. Micah got the plates, Asher the serving spoons and the cutlery and I set about opening everything up ready. When the plates came I served Micah’s food first then mine and we sat down and waited.

“Right, Harry do you remember how to lower your shields so just our bond is open?” I nodded and concentrated. It can be quite hard to just open yourself to the bond and not end up opening up all your mental shields. Keeping my empathy under control is difficult, especially since having kept it locked up tightly it barely gets the chance to rein free and often leaks out when I let down a little of my shield. It’s strange to think of empathy like that, like water, but it’s as clear as I can make it.

“Okay, I think I‘m done.” I said and both Asher and Micah paused for a moment before shaking their heads.

“No, you are not, else you would have heard us just a moment ago.” Oh. Great. They’d tested the bond by sending me a thought and I’d missed it. I concentrated again and lowered several more of my shields. My empathy came flooding to the forefront and I could pick up all the emotions of those within the house. It’s lucky, I suppose, that my empathy doesn’t pick up animal emotions and insect emotions.

“Is that better?”

The things I will do to you when we make it to the bedroom tonight. I heard that with a slightly French accent and knew it was Asher.

He’s going to look wonderful so flushed and aroused and at my mercy! I choked, a mental image accompanying that sentence. I glared at Asher and Micah and felt my cheeks flame. They both smirked.

“Yep, you‘ve got it open. Shall we eat then?” I continued to glare at Micah but he just settled a half grin, half smirk at me. Asher just looked excited and I lost my glare immediately and cut up a piece of potatoe to stick in my mouth, since Micah had immediately gone for his steak. Asher’s eyes light up and he smiled. I gave him a smile, happiness filling my chest, both my happiness and Asher and Micah’s. Love also flooded into my mind. I tried to keep concentrating on my food and not on any of the emotions, else I might get lost in them. I ate and ate, mixing all the different tastes together. I summoned, causing Asher and Micah to groan slightly, some drinks and glasses from the kitchen. Wine came, orange juice, apple juice, fizzy drinks. I had pudding for us, that was about the only thing in our…sorry, in my fridge.

“Eat some more meat for me, mon magicien.” I nodded and cut some more up, sliding it into my mouth and letting it roll around in my mouth for a moment. Asher smiled with delight again and I felt another flood of love, accompanied by gratitude.

We finished the food slowly, though I still had room for extra. I hadn’t eaten all my dinner. Because of the bond I kept getting the taste of Micah’s food in my mouth and at times it contrasted so violently with mine that I had to take a break. So as nice as the food was I couldn’t eat it all.

“Would you like pudding?” I asked both Asher and Micah. Asher got a greedy look on his face. Micah just looked curious.

“There‘s pudding? I thought you had no food for dinner?”

“Well I didn‘t. This is pudding. Chocolate gateaux isn‘t a dinner food. It‘s a pudding food.” Micah nodded and gave me a smile.

“Bring it out then Harry, I think we should give Asher a taste of both chocolate and a sugar high.” I grinned and raced out of my chair, floating all the dirty plates behind me. Once in the kitchen I cast the house keeping spells that would have the plates being cleaned magically and put away and all the left over food banished. Then I grabbed the gateaux, some plates and forks and carried it into the dinning room.

“Harry, doesn‘t that have to stand and be brought up to room temperature before being eaten?”

“Yep, but Wizards have a way around that. We also have ways to make foods froze within seconds, good huh?” I grinned and waved my hand in a side to side movement bringing it down slowly. It was like a re-enactment of something melting, with just my hand alone. I suppose that was the inspiration behind such a hand movement for the spell though. Honestly though, so long as magic has a direction, a command behind it, there’s no need for wand movements.

“Wonderful. Come on then, I‘m hungry.” I rolled my eyes at him, there was no way Micah could be hungry. He’d eaten all of his dinner and even a little of mine. Still I served up the cake, giving us both a big slice. I took my first big mouthful and closed my eyes in delight, a tingle going over my mouth at it’s taste. Chocolate is a wonderful thing, though English chocolate is admittedly a lot better than American Chocolate. Perhaps I should mail Percy and Julien and ask them to bring some chocolate from England when they come. Or better yet I should arrange a trip for Micah, Asher and me to go to Belgium…isn’t it them who make the best chocolate? Hey…actually that would make a good present for several people come Christmas. I’m sure Nathaniel would appreciate it…though Anita probably wouldn’t because from what I know she’s trying to watch her weight.

“Do you know, in the wizarding world, chocolate is the cure of most things?” I asked taking another big bite and relishing in the warmth that spread through me.

“Really, how do you mean?”

“I mean…well, we have these creatures called Dementors, bloody awful things they are. They eat souls, literally. When they‘re near you they suck all happiness from you and you can only feel how unhappy you were and have ever been, they stir up all your bad memories, they also bring ice and cold with them. Anyway after they leave you should always eat chocolate because it warms you up and cheers you up. Not to mention if you exhaust yourself after a lesson, like you use a lot of spells, you‘re given chocolate to give you a boost.”

“I see. There‘s scientific reasons behind that you know.” I gave Micah a grin.

“Not really. The wizarding world add special ingredients to their chocolate and sometimes spells too. Some help you and some are just for enjoyment purposes. Like, we have chocolate frogs and once you take them out of the packet they jump about. They only have one good jump but they still don‘t stop until you bite it.”

“Freaky.”

“It would be entertaining to see such chocolates at the circus though, would it not?” I nodded at Asher’s words and took a few more mouthfuls.

“Yeah, but wizards magic shouldn‘t really be shown to anyone but those who already know of it. Like it was okay for me to do magic in front of you once you knew what I was. But muggles, non-magic folk, despite knowing about your kind of witches don‘t know about our magic.”

“I see. I also now understand the fascination with chocolate.”

“Mmm, it‘s good isn‘t it.” I drawled out the sounds a little and gave a smirk as I did so. Asher’s eyes light up in mirth and lust and I took another bite, delighting in his enjoyment.

We finished pudding a little while later and immediately after finishing I moved us all to the kitchen. I stopped the magic cleaning the dishes and took over. Asher put the rest of the gateaux, that had charms on it to stop it going off, in the fridge then he and Micah left me to do the plates and things. The only reason I didn’t insist on them helping me was that they got in my way and didn’t do things properly, at least not in my opinion. Years of this work at the Dursleys house has made me slightly particular about how things should be done, with and without magic.

Eventually I moved to join them in the lounge only I got to the door and they seemed quite content there by themselves. Both of them sat on the sofa, with space between them, but they were laughing gently and joking and talking and…and I decided to give them some time to themselves, time without me.

Oh hell…my bedroom. At least while they’re distracted by each other I can tidy it up. I turned and snuck up the stairs pushing open the door to my bedroom. My quilt cover was on the floor in a heap, my clothes scattered in places, on the bed, on the floor. Most of my clothes were just next to the chest of drawers or the wardrobe though. Any dirty clothes that needed washing were always banished to the washing basket in the bathroom.

I moved over and threw all the clothes that had been on the floor onto the bed and began organising them. I separated clean from dirty, and if they were all clean anything that needed to be ironed got thrown in with the dirty clothes to go through the wash again. Then I began putting them away. I finished piling the clothes back into the chest of drawers and bent to pick up the dirty clothes from the bed. I carried them into the bathroom and cursed when several items of clothing fell from the pile. I dumped everything into the washing basket and turned back to get everything else.

The room was tidy. I smiled and looked around it. Sure it needed a dust, but that was solved with a quick spell, as was cleaning the floor. Everything was nice and neat. The kind of bedroom you couldn’t be embarrassed having your lover…sorry, lovers see. Except…I hadn’t heard a peep from Asher or Micah.

I frowned. Were they okay? They hadn’t come to check on me. Were they still talking? I began walking towards the stairs, carefully lowering my shields. I stumbled and crashed headlong into the wall. Pleasure. Heat so intense it burned my skin. It was like lava in my veins, unstoppable and uncontrollable. My body tingled all over, bursts of pleasure making me curl my toes, clench my stomach muscles and arch my back. I slid down the wall, rolling onto my back when I was finally melted upon the floor. I was erect and hot and aching with need. I could feel hands over me too, touching my nipples, brushing and teasing over my hole. Something had pierced my neck too, sending sharp waves of pleasure through me. Gods! It felt so good.

I moaned. The sound barely there through the hammering of my heart in my ears. My breathing was fast, too fast. My chest heaving up and down. Tingles taking complete control over my limbs. I shivered and gasped and arched and writhed as hands touched me and added to my passion. But there were no hands on me. There was nothing touching the edges of my asshole. There was nothing teasing my nipple. There was nobody sucking my neck. There wasn’t a pair of hips pressing into mine creating glorious friction against my arousal. I barely understood that those things weren’t happening to me. I was in sync with Micah and he and Asher were having sex downstairs.

The pleasure continued and I struggled to keep my mind occupied. I couldn’t think through the pleasure. But I had to concentrate. It was so hot, so good. But it wasn’t mine. And it’s dangerous to loose yourself so completely. For an empath to loose themselves amongst the emotions they feel is like throwing a good swimmer into a sea of violent rapids. It can consume you, no matter your skill at fighting the currents. You can loose yourself. You may not want to follow the emotions but they grab you. It’s dangerous. Blaise practised my control with me to keep me safe. To loose myself, completely immerse myself in Micah…

I cried out loudly, trying to give myself something to focus on. I barely heard the sound. However, I felt the pang of worry and slight fear run through my body, though it wasn’t my emotions. It was enough though. Those feelings broke through the pleasure, never mind that they became swallowed again a moment later. I became aware, I had focus. I reached a hand down and slid it inside my trousers grasping myself. My pleasure was spiralled out of control through my body. But it was mine. My pleasure and not Micah’s. It helped me be more aware of where my body was. I could feel everything once more but it was my feelings. My fear, my pleasure, my hands. I could feel Micah’s pleasure in the back of my head trying to snatch at me and pull me under, like waves crashing over and over again on a wall trying to demolish it. I threw up the walls in my mind, one after the other as quickly as I could. They trembled, the first walls, as I threw them up. They didn’t want to go. But I constructed them and they were there, but I had a huge headache now and…and my pleasure erupted then.

I rode out my pleasure easily. It wasn’t exciting, it wasn’t particularly hot. It had a slight burning feeling to it, it sent some tingles through my body, but all together it felled dull. An orgasm at the expense of nearly loosing myself to another’s orgasm. I couldn’t let it happen again. It’s like eavesdropping, you never get the whole thing and what you do get ends up causing more trouble than it’s worth. Next time I walk doen the stairs to check on them, not cheat.

I pulled my hand from my trousers. It came away covered in white liquid. I grimaced, cast my magic out of my body then hurried to the bathroom to wash my hand. Never mind that the stuff came from my body, what had caused it wasn’t the most pleasant of things despite the pleasure used to make me ejaculate.

I decided then that I couldn’t go downstairs. I had a headache the size of St Louis and the scare I’d just had was enough to make me want to hide away under the blankets. I moved into the bedroom and clambered onto the bed. I fell face first into the pillows and groaned, the softness and coolness of the cotton feeling wonderful against my heated skin. I commando crawled around the bed a little, taking the pillow with me. From the way my feet hung over the edge I could guess I was lying sideways across the bed. I turned my head to the side and saw the headboard. Yeah, I was in bed wrong but…but I was comfortable. I shut my eyes and took a deep breath. I concentrated on the blackness behind my eyelids hoping that that would consume me.

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Notes: So, I’m sorry for the delay. I have had so many problems with chapter 34! It’s been a nightmare! Still, it’s done now. I have the other chapters planned out and there shouldn’t be any more than 38 chapters so we are nearly there. I’ll get the next chapter out when I can.