New Chances

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Some reviewers from aff.net have mentioned the age for biting is 18. Since I have not read the actual stories I had not know that; but it has come up so I have thought up something to get past that but will not show up until Harry and Asher get to St. Louis.

Another Question: Should Anita hate Harry? Like him later? Like him right away? Or be indifferent?

Ron: good- 2
Bad- 2
Dumbledore: good- 1
Bad- 2

Gift: A little Harry/OC action in here…


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Chapter 5 (moving right along!)

Asher had worked out a plan. They would first backtrack along the route he took when he ended up in England then he would travel to Asia and back to America. St. Louis would be their final stop, but their first stop was actually going to be in the nightlife of London. Yes, he would take Harry shopping and get him a new look for their travels. After all Harry is starting a new page in life and he might as well look good for it.

The next night when Asher woke Harry up he told him to get dressed and meet him in ten minutes in the den. Looking confused and sad at not getting a nice wake up call again Harry got dressed in the rags that he had from the Dursleys and went to find Asher.

When Harry arrived at the den Asher was no where to be found. Sighing Harry slumped onto the couch next to the fire and lost himself in the flames. He was so lost that he didn’t notice Asher walk in the room and stand in front of Harry.

When Harry did come out of his musings the first thing he noticed was leather clad legs in front of him. Nice, strong legs in cased in tight black leather pants that looked painted on. Harry’s eyes traveled up the legs and lingered on the crotch that he could see. It looked larger now that it was encases as it is then before.

“Harry, mon magicien.” Asher called distracting Harry from staring at his crotch. Harry’s eyes traveled the rest of the way to Asher’s eyes taking in the loose open shirt on the way. “Are you ready?”

“Where are we going? What did you say?”

“You are going to get new clothes and I called you my magician.”

“ Oh, but aren’t all stores closed at this time of night?”

“Not in the nightlife part of London.”

“The nightlife of London?”

“Yes, when all shops for vampires, weres, and other things of the night open. Food, clothes, clubs, etc. Our first stop is getting you clothes, then your eyes fixed if you like, and anything else would want.” Asher told Harry as he pulled off the couch and out of the room keeping a hand on Harry’s hip as he led him to the door. Harry couldn’t help but watch Asher’s legs and hips as they walked form the second floor to the first. As they left the house Harry let Asher walk ahead a little and watched his ass in the leather before Asher pulled him closer.

“Are you going to stare at my ass all night or do you want to get some leather of our own mon magicien?” Asher whispered into Harry’s ear while pulling him even closer until they were flush against each other. Asher’s right hand moved down to squeeze Harry’s ass.

“After all, imagine this ass here in a nice pair of poured-on-tight leather pants. We would make quite the pair…” Asher continued to massage Harry’s ass, with both hands now, until Harry was wreathing against him and holding onto his shoulders.

“Anything!” Harry breathed out as he pushed his body against Asher’s.

“Good, then let’s go.” Asher gave Harry’s ass one last pat before stepping into the car that was provided for them by Jean-Claude, who knew of Asher’s plans and supported them one hundred percent.


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Harry and Asher spent hours in stores finding the clothes that looked and felt best on Harry. They went through silk, cotton, rylon, fleece, leather, spandex (which both agreed will never be tried again), and some of the more exotic cloths like dragon, bascalisk, spird silk, Indian weave, and many oriental styles.

Harry tried on baggy, tight, slim, boot cut, flare, shorts, ¾, and any and all lengths and styles in between for pants. He tried tight, lose, short, long, short sleave, long sleave, button up, zip up, open front, renaissance style, and more in tops. They left each store loaded with bags of clothing in all shades, styles, and fabrics.

The next store they stopped at was a shoe store where they ended up with boots, formal shoes, tennis shoes, sandals, and any other shoes that caught their attention.

After hours of shopping for clothes Asher brought Harry to a nice looking restaurant. Once they were greeted, seated, and finally looking at the menu Harry realized that they weren’t in what one could consider a ‘normal’ restaurant. Something about the place just screamed different to Harry, but he couldn’t figure it out.

“Asher, why am I getting a strange feeling about his place?” Harry asked leaning closer to Asher so no one could over hear and get offended.

“Hm? Oh, that would be the supernatural staff that you’re feeling. The cooks are vampires and the wait staff are various weres.” Asher explained not looking up from his menu.

“Oh.” Harry went back to looking at the food offered and became more confused. “Asher?”

“Hm?”

“What type of restaurant is this?”

“Japanese, why?”

“I don’t know what any of this is.”

“Should I order for you?”

“Please.” Harry sat back and watched as waiters brought out various dishes to customers. Some got bowls, long plates, square plates, or small rectangles. Harry didn’t even pay attention when a waiter came and Asher ordered for the both of them.

“What’d you get me?” Harry asked curiously.

“That’s a surprise, but I promise you’ll like it.” Harry sat back in his seat and looked around at the decorations on the walls of the place. There seemed to be a lot of pictures of women with really white faces and black hair pilled on top of their head. There also seemed to be some modern looking pictures of people with weird hair styles and colors, in all various stages of undress. Asher noticing his attention to the modern pictures decided to explain who they were.

“Those are pictures of various musicians and groups in Japan right now. Like that group of five is called Arashi, they are a pop band. That one in the corner of the male with blonde hair is Gackt, a rock singer. That over there is Morning Musume, that is Smap, and that is L'Arc-en-Ciel. Over on the far wall is Shun Oguri, an actor in Japanese dramas.” Asher continued to point out who the various people were keeping Harry entertained until the food arrived.

Harry was very interested in finding out what Asher had ordered for him and studied his bowl intently until moving his attention to what Asher was given.

“So…what are they?” Harry asked after several seconds of inspecting both.

“I ordered you Shio Ramen and asked for Yakisoba for myself. This ramen should be a lot different from any you had before.”

“So like Top Ramen?” Harry interrupted.

“No. This is better then that store bought stuff people outside of Japan content themselves with. This has thinly sliced beef, green onions, seaweed, a beef based ramen sauce, and flour noodles.”

“Oh, sorry.”

“No worries. Yakisoba is a stir-fry with cabbage, bean sprouts, onions, and beef.” Asher finished explaining the dishes and started eating.

Harry dug into his ramen, the first full meal from a restaurant that he’s ever had. It was also one of the best meals he’s ever had; he decided when they were both finished.

“Now Harry, why don’t you go and change into one of your new outfits for the rest of the night?” Asher suggested indicating where the bathrooms where. Harry went to change into some of the new clothes he got and while he was changing into the tight green silk shirt he heard someone enter the room. Thinking it was someone using the facilities Harry didn’t bother to turn around. He pulled the shirt over his head and zipped up the dark blue jeans that showed off his ass. Harry was about to turn to the mirror to see how it looked when someone trapped him in their arms.

“Hello, gorgeous.” The person behind him whispered in his ear before nipping at the lobe gently. The man was slowly moving his hands up and down Harry’s chest getting lower each pass. Harry, enjoying the attention, did nothing to stop the man from grinding into his ass and even pushed back at each push.

The guy worked one hand up Harry’s shirt to one of his nipples and started teasing the nipple to hardness while his other hand rested against Harry’s erection. Harry reached back and tangled one hand in the guy’s hair and held onto the counter with the other. Harry closed his eyes in pleasure as the guy behind him slowly undid his jeans and slipped a hand around his erection.

The guy moved Harry’s head enough to give Harry a mind-blowing kiss as he jerked Harry of in the restaurant’s bathroom. Within moments Harry was panting with need and rubbing harder against the guy behind him, ignoring the fact that he didn’t even know who he was. The guy started speeding up his hand movements as he felt Harry become bigger until Harry came.

With one last kiss the guy slipped Harry back into his jeans, zipped him up, patted his ass, and walked out of the bathroom. Harry leaned back against the counter trying to get his breath back to normal before rejoining Asher at their table. However before he could leave Asher walked in and gave him a small peck.

“Did you enjoy my gift?”

“You sent him in?” Harry asked breathlessly.

“Yes.” Asher couldn’t get any more out before Harry jumped him and was kissing all around his face.

“Who was it?” Harry asked in between kisses.

“Our waiter, I saw how interested in each other you two were so I told to come in while you were changing.”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have been checking others out while we were out.”

“Don’t. I sent him to you; I know you wouldn’t have done anything otherwise.” Asher gave Harry a sweet kiss before suggesting that they return home for sleep because daybreak would be soon.

Harry, happy knowing that Asher wasn’t mad about someone else jerking him off and even sent that person in to him, followed Asher out the door and into the car. As he got into the car he noticed the waiter out of the corner of his eye wink at him.

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I know that vampire’s can’t taste food without a human servant however in this fic Asher eats anyways.


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