Furry Magic

Title: Furry Magic, chapter 90

Disclaimer: I do not own HP.


Draco was grinning from ear to ear as he allowed Yaji to carry him away from the meeting between Sirius, Remus, Lucius and Harry. He'd crashed the meeting with the best of intentions, making his announcement to all the men at once.

Things could not have gone better. Walking in on that kiss between his father and Harry...he still tingled from just thinking about it, and hearing Sirius' acceptance of the obvious, then being able to announce the planned wedding. He had actually made Harry squeak! Most importantly, his father had agreed to the wedding.

Well, not really a wedding. But a ceremony. Acknowledging the feeling the two men harbored for each other, the deep sense of commitment. Lucius was already married in the eyes of the lycanthrope community. To Tanith. The pride's female seer. But, it was not a marriage in more than mutual respect and the recognition that the females of the pride needed the position of traditional power that the Queen represented. It was a marriage of friendship, not passion.

So, while this ceremony would mean more to the men who took part, it would not challenge the Queen's place. Harry though, would be given the chance to see how he was held in love and valued by the people he was now part of. The pride. And after the ritual was completed, no one would doubt how the King revered him, and loved him. Harry needed to know he was loved. Add to that, Sirius and Remus had agreed to participate. All in all Draco was pretty happy.

The only fly in the ointment came when Remus had come closer to greet him, arms opening in preparation for a hug, and Yaji had grabbed Draco up and swung him out of reach, snarling low in his throat. Remus had diplomatically withdrawn, he wasn't a stupid man after all.

"Yaj," Draco had scolded the big man in exasperation. "We are going to have to talk. You, me and Mantheer." Yaji's fiery eyes had met his, and the guardian had showed bared fangs. Not the resolution Draco was looking for.

Draco knew he was going to have to address this overly possessive, protectiveness that the guardians were exhibiting towards him. It was easing up, some, now they actually let him leave his rooms, but not fast enough. Even now when he did leave the rooms, he was almost always accompanied. He liked that they watched over him and the children. But, he was ready for a little of his own independence back. He smiled as he leaned his cheek into Yaji's shoulder, letting himself enjoy the warmth, the feeling of complete safety, of belonging. His own hand rested on one of the large man's arms, the play of muscle very distracting.

"I am not going to be in danger from Remus," Draco murmured. "I know he is a were-wolf, but he was my teacher for several years. And I am not a were-leopard. I will be safe near him. He has no reason to harm me."

Yaji only grunted. He did, however, lower his head and sniff at the silky tresses of Draco's hair. The only smells there, were Draco's, the twins', and Mantheer and Yaji's. No stranger's smell. The scent seemed to calm him, his posture relaxing, the embrace not so fierce, not so tight. Draco let out a sigh. Better. It was nice to be held, just not squeezed quite that hard.

Once Yaji carried him into the rooms they shared with Mantheer and the babies, Draco fully expected to be set down on the floor, so he could get on with his business of the day. Instead, Yaji carried him across the room all the way to the great bed.

Mantheer looked up from where he was bending over the cribs. The blond saw the gaze they exchanged, and knew, in a split second they had different plans for him. His breath caught in his chest. The right time had finally arrived.

Yaji placed Draco in the center of the mattress, and crawled up into the furs after him. Draco felt something shift at that simple action. The intensity of the large guardian was different, his eyes unflinching, soft, but with an intent in them Draco was not able to miss. Yaji was going to touch him, really touch him, make love to him. Now. Today. Draco began trembling. He lifted his arms and put his palms against the smooth-shaven cheeks of the man leaning over him, sinking his fingers into the thick brown hair.

"Yaji," He sighed, as that one turned his face into the simple touch of the youth's hands. Yaji applied his tongue to Draco's hands and wrists, long, wet caresses. Draco whined with need when he felt the suction on his skin. The tenderly nibbling teeth.

"Mine," Yaji growled at him. "Mine." Draco blinked at the insistent demand.

"Mine," came Mantheer's answering statement from across the room. Not in challenge to Yaji, not really. His voice was even deeper. And no less possessive in tone.

The raw, masculine beauty and power of the were-leopards startled Draco anew. Yaji was not classically handsome, nor was Mantheer, but they were supremely, aggressively male, confident, strong, exuding passion and drive that meant so much more to Draco's heart, and his body. They overwhelmed him in a way his only other male lover, Amrys, had not. None of his women had come close to generating this much feeling. These men would devour him. Mark him, claim him.

And just that quickly he understood. The hyper-protectiveness, the displays of ownership. It was in reaction to his, Draco's, not being fully Claimed. He had not publicly acknowledged who he belonged to. He had known, in his heart, that he would at some time in the future take these two men as his lovers. Wanted to. But, he had not done it yet. So, they kept him jealously close. Fended off all others, any possible suitor.

The two large men did not even like their king too near too often. Draco imagined that the reason they tolerated Amrys was not because he was the Sire, but because Severus was his lover. And Severus held Amrys close, not liking it much when Amrys went to others, and snarkily letting him, and everyone around them know, subtly, but unmistakeably of his disinclination to share. Severus Snape was needed by the children. Yaji and Mantheer guarded his children for their safety, but they guarded Draco as their beloved, as yet uncommitted. And so, held very tightly.

Draco had been taken by only one man. The man who had fathered his twins. Amrys. He was far more comfortable with the physical relationship between male and female. His attractions and experience had always lay in that direction. Until now. Until he had felt the bond growing between himself and the two guardian were-leopards who had meant safety, love and acceptance to him all of his life.

That love, after he had become pregnant, had evolved, changed. He had started to fall in love with them. To look at them differently. To want them to touch him for different reasons. The thrill that moved though him when they held him, had nothing to do with safety. It was sexual. Draco didn't know how to have a sexual relationship with a man, let alone two. Sure he had had intercourse with a man, understood the mechanics, had even enjoyed it. But a relationship was far different than just sex. He drew in a shuddering breath.

Amrys had been gentle, careful, and Draco had experienced great pleasure. Yet, when he let himself imagine laying with Yaji and Mantheer... he shivered in alarmed delight, as the craving tore through his body. It was more than he had felt when his children were conceived. He wanted this. The calloused hands, the huge bodies, the flexing of awesome muscle, the sheer power of both of them, to overtake him and drive him to ecstasy. The men who would command his body, his lovemaking, his release. And protect him while they loved him. They would never hurt him. He would not need to worry, or to fear them.

Mantheer glided over the floor towards them, huge and predatory, hungry, his own face changing, becoming flushed, not able to ignore the rising scent of arousal that was no doubt filling the air. He lifted his face in the air sniffing. His fangs dropped, he growled.

"Mine," He repeated, and this time Draco knew the answer.

"Yours." He confirmed, then turned to look up at Yaji, hands still holding him, fingers buried in all that long, brown hair, "Yours." He said again. Just to be clear that he did belong to both.

Draco shivered as Yaji's hands went to the neck of his robes. Anticipating this, what was going to come, was so good, so good. Yaji sucked one of the young man's fingers into his heated mouth, and Draco's eyes flew wide, he squirmed at the sensation, oh, Ghod! It ripped through every cell, all the way to his pelvis, turning hot and liquid there. Long, slow, drawing at his digits, wet, lapping around his palm, he dropped one hand to his groin and squeezed himself, desperately. He was an the verge of coming, of losing control before it had begun, he groaned, trying to stop it, fighting. Barely staving off the threatened release.

Mantheer's teeth rasped over his throat, and Draco, "Oohhh-ed." Mantheer smiled at the desired sound. Yaji drew away.

Mantheer straddled the younger man, knees sinking into the pale, tawny furs, careful to keep his weight off the slender body. Light blue eyes stared up into his face, as Mantheer folded back the edges of the robe, as he followed the path of the loosened buttons. The bed dipped as Yaji rolled back towards them, Yaji looked at the other big man. Then both turned their attention back to Draco.

He was a flash of ivory laying on top of the bed, between Mantheer's huge, powerful thighs. He was staring at them with awe on his beautiful face, his mouth parted, open, breath coming quickly. Mantheer reached out, pushing his hand through the soft, blond hair, long enough now to curl around the youth's shoulder blades when he stood. Sleek and shining, like the hair of his father, the king.

The lush lips begged for attention, not to be forgotten, and Yaji leaned down, depositing a tender kiss on Draco's mouth. A soft brush of sensation. Drawing out a sigh, then growing fractionally deeper, sweeter, a lapping of tongues together, meeting, tasting each other. In sharp counterpoint, the light application of teeth and lips to the one bared nipple, as Mantheer laved it, kissed it, suckled it into his mouth. Draco cried out, arching into the unexpected touch, as it shivered through him.

Hands lifted him, laid him back down on top of Yaji, who cradled him, his body cushioning the young man he adored. He pushed the hair from Draco's face and coaxed their faces together, so the kiss could resume, sensually intense, and oh, so sweet. Draco answered the deep rumbling growl with a shocked moan, the sound of the bigger man surprising him, arousing him. His body felt liquid, heated, needy, desperate for more.

Mantheer ran his tongue down the back of Draco's thigh, broad and thick, wonderfully wet and warm, ghosting along the newly bared skin. He tasted the fresh sweat beading over the youth's pale skin. Let his teeth graze one round buttock. licked it gently to soothe the sharp bite, that had made Draco gasp and tremble.

His thighs were spread, and Draco thought he would stop breathing when he felt the tongue touching him there. Not hesitating, loving him, tasting him so intimately, slipping into his startled body. Leaving him wetter, and wetter, his body loosening, shivering wanting more and more. He felt the thickness move up to press between his legs, behind the soft flesh of his scrotum, slipping over the entrance to his body, meeting Mantheer's tongue.

The tongue drew back bit by bit, relinquishing position to the hard shaft of Yaji's erection, slicking it with wetness. Draco drew in a breath, quick and strained, feeling the slow, careful press of that shaft into himself. A short part of the length, and no farther. A gentle press and relaxation, an easing forward by minute fractions. And the return of Mantheer's welcome, soothing tongue.

To where Yaji was entering him, and unembarrassedly, Mantheer tasted him, where they were joined...Draco moaned, long and loud, unbelieving. No, nooo, nooo. It was too much. The hard fingers holding his hips, strong enough to break him, but so gentle, as Yaji pressed in, until he struck deep, so deep, and Draco arched his back, taking in more. Oh ghod, there couldn't be more. Surrounded by hot male flesh. Filled with it.

No.

Oh.

Please.

More.

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