Frozen

Frozen


Summary: Harry Potter did his duty, he killed the Dark Lord. When he was nineteen he found a lover in Carlisle Cullen, when he was twenty his duty tore them apart, at twenty-seven he was turned. Now, more than a hundred years later, he’s found him again. CCHP. HP/Twilight Crossover!


Pairings: Carlisle/Harry, Edward/Bella, Emmett/Rosalie, Jasper/Alice.


Warnings: Slash, swearing, violence, vampires biting during sex (very mild blood play, nothing graphic) Mentions of MPREG!!!


AN: There will be some BLOOD PLAY in this fic, starting in this chapter. If that creeps you out, please stop reading now because I don’t want to hear about it later! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!


Chapter 8

Last Time:

Carlisle sighed quietly. He pulled back slightly, moving his lips softly along the pale flesh spread out so temptingly before him. He gently kissed along the underside of Harry’s jaw, while the man in question tilted his head back in offering. He finally selected the right spot and pressed a long, loving kiss against the nearly translucent skin. He opened his mouth and applied just enough pressure to break the skin, then withdrew his teeth and sucked.
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The peace was ended as the older of the two pulled back suddenly. He looked down at his mate, obviously confused. “How did you stop the nurse from taking your vital signs??” and was treated to Harry’s rich laughter.


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Another week passed and the snow slowly stopped falling. Carlisle was able to come home for longer periods of time, working normal shifts and taking care of himself. He was feeding regularly again, causing the dark circles to disappear out from under his amber eyes.


At the current moment the sun was up, but Harry and Carlisle were still lounging in bed—Harry’s upper body lying atop the larger man, with strong arms holding his body to Carlisle’s. The stillness was broken by a phone ringing downstairs. Harry realized belatedly that the five youngest had all gone to Port Angeles to do some Christmas shopping, and that there wasn’t anyone else home to answer the call.


Harry sighed and made to pull away from peaceful embrace but was stopped when the arms tightened, pulling him completely atop to elder vampire. He pulled his head back to look at the calm face of his beloved while raising a questioning eyebrow. Carlisle’s lips curled into the slightest smirk as he shook his head slightly.


“It’ll stop ringing in a moment.” He said, voice deep and rough from lack of use.


Harry choked on a laugh. “What if it’s important?” He asked.


“Then they can leave a message.”


The younger of the two let out an amused huff, once again attempting to pull away.
He was, once again, stopped.


He began to struggle in earnest, half annoyed and half amused at his mate’s own amusement. His eyes widened as Carlisle’s legs wrapped around his body and he was suddenly flipped over and onto his back with the older man resting above him—pinning his arms and legs to the bed. He finally let the smile he was holding back cross his face while letting his body relax down into the soft mattress.


Carlisle smiled down at him, amber eyes shining, and leaned down to press his lips against Harry’s. Neither noticed the phone stop ringing as Harry willing returned the embrace, pulling his arms from Carlisle’s lax grip to wrap around his neck.


Their gentle kiss turned harsher as time went on and soon had Harry curling his fists tightly into Carlisle’s soft blonde hair. His tongue pressed sharply against Carlisle’s canine and he pushed hard enough to split the flesh. Carlisle let out an animalistic growl half a moment before he dove in, trying to catch the falling nectar with his own tongue. Harry purred in pleasure as his tongue was suckled in his mate’s mouth, his blood drawn out sensually.


They both paused as their two cell phones began ringing at the same time. Harry pulled back and released Carlisle to reach over and grab the phones that were resting on the bedside table. He glanced at his screen as he handed the other phone over. “Alice.” He murmured.


“Edward.” Carlisle replied as he pulled back and off the smaller male.


“Alice?” Harry asked quietly as he answered his phone.


“Why didn’t you answer the phone earlier?” She demanded, voice frantic. “Never mind, we’re on our way home. There’s people going to be there soon—they seem to know you Harry.”


She had disconnected the line before Harry could question her. He looked up to see that Edward had also hung up with Carlisle. He looked questioningly at the man but he didn’t seem to know any more than Alice had told Harry. Harry sighed, reaching up to brush the venom and blood from his lip in disappointment. Carlisle stood from the bed and straightened his cloths before he held out a hand to help his mate up off the bed.


The two walked calmly out the room and down the stairs still holding hands. They settled down onto the couch with Harry snuggled into Carlisle’s side and stayed that way until they heard Rosalie’s car come screeching into the driveway.


The five young vampires flooded into the house and into the living room where their ‘parents’ sat. Before anyone could say anything the sound of another car rumbled toward the house. The five youngest tensed up even further, causing Harry and Carlisle to exchange a look before Harry stood and walked over to the window. He glanced back at the family to see Carlisle staring intently at Edward. He rolled his eyes at the scene, having gotten use his families’ oddities months previously.


He turned back around to see a deep black Aston Martin Vanquish crawling up the dirt road. He tired to peer into the car and see who was driving but could see only his reflection in the glass. Suddenly he had an arm wrapped around his waist and was pulled back from the window.


Harry found himself behind Carlisle with the older male in a protective half-crouch before him. He stood shocked, feeling surprisingly insulted that Carlisle felt he needed protecting. He spent a full fifteen seconds glaring at the strong back before his mind went off on another tangent and he felt his anger drain away.


Carlisle was his dominant mate—of course he was going to feel protective of him. It was one of the things he had missed all the years they were apart—the love and over protectiveness his mate showed him. He had missed the safety he felt with his mate—he missed the carefree feeling of knowing someone else would take care of him, the feeling that he could let his guard down completely and without fear. So why, he asked himself, was he getting upset over it now?


Then Harry realized that he knew the answer to that too. He had been on his own for over a hundred years, completely reliant on himself. Before he had met Carlisle life had been the same way—with him depending only on himself. The brief time, (however wonderful) that he had spent in his mate’s care wasn’t enough to make him let his walls down completely. Harry had known that sooner or later he was going to have to leave his haven. He had, possibly as a defensive mechanism and completely unconsciously, chosen to keep that part of himself. That part of him survived-- thrived even, on knowing that he didn’t need anyone else—that he could always come out on top from naught but his own strength and will.


When Harry had gone back to war his old mannerisms had fallen smoothly back into place. It had taken a bit of pressure to make it happen, but he was able to accomplish it. He had locked down on the emotions that came along with Carlisle—the safety, love, protection, bliss and everything else. He had, in essence, forced his heart to withdraw to a time before Harry had known love. And it worked—for a while. A smell, a picture, a smile—something would always bring his gorgeous mate to mind—and each time it grew harder and harder to lock down on those feelings.


He had his mate back, a little different of course, but back all the same. He desired more than anything to be able to let go completely—to give his entire self over to his mate without fear or trepidation… but he didn’t know how. He had spent his entire life guarding himself—he wasn’t sure he was even capable of bringing down all his protective barriers—but for Carlisle he would try.


He was already letting Carlisle take care of him as he wanted. They went hunting together a few times a week—just the two of them. Carlisle had also come up with the idea that they would go on a ‘date’ once a week. Their first date out still brought a smile to Harry’s face—though not for reason’s one might think.


***Flashback***


Carlisle had come home in a flurry of movement. He swept through the door and over to Harry, scooping the smaller man into his arms as soon as he reached him. Harry let out an oomph of surprise while his sketch pad fell from his lap and he let go of his pencil to drop with it. His arms reached up to wrap around his mates’ neck as the man pecked him ‘hello’ and flew up the stairs to their bedroom.


Carlisle plopped him down on the edge of the bed and went immediately to their closet and began tearing through it.


“What’s going on?” Harry asked him in confused amusement.


The blond man paused to turn. He walked—slowly this time—over to kneel before Harry. “I’m taking you out on a date.” He said simply.


“A date…???”


“Yes. We are going to go into town and see a movie, and then do whatever you want.”


Harry still looked slightly confused but was smiling. “What brought this on?


“A co-worker of mine actually. She was talking to another doctor about how someone may have moved in with us, but no one knew if it were true or not. Then I realized that we haven’t left the house for anything except hunting since you’ve been here. And then I realized that I want to show you off. So, will you allow me to take you for a night on the town?” He finished.


Harry leaned forward to wrap his arms around Carlisle’s neck (in a move that was quickly becoming his favorite) and pecked lightly on his lips. “I would love to go on a date with you.”


Carlisle smiled breathtakingly and reached his hands under Harry’s butt to lift the smaller man effortlessly from the bed. Harry gripped his legs around his mate’s waist and kissed him again.


They had eventually gotten dressed and looked absolutely amazing as they left together. Carlisle drove them to the local theater where they spent the next two hours. They decided to leave the car there and walk around town. Carlisle wanted to show his mate where everything was and give him a ‘tour,’ especially considering Harry had only ever driven through it a couple of times.


A fair amount of people were left staring at the two striking men walking together down their small street. Carlisle had Harry wrapped in his arms most of the night and left little as to who he was. The two of them had gotten a vast amount of entertainment from the mix of shocked, disgusted, pleased and the rare aroused comments that followed them throughout the night. They didn’t end up back home until nearly six o’clock the next morning. The two of them had felt closer than ever, thus beginning their weekly dates.


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Harry sighed aloud, no longer angry but still slightly annoyed. He looked over Carlisle's head to discover that whoever was in the car had already moved out of sight. A second later he heard the doorbell ring. With a glance around the silent room, Harry moved around his love, having to dodge the hand that reached out to grab him, and made his way over to the door.


He could smell a familiar scent on the air, though it was eluding him who exactly it was. As soon as he opened the door he was engulfed in the comforting scent of his master. His eyes widened in shock and he bowed his head in respect and welcome. The man before him radiated power and dominance, but Harry was unafraid. The Cullen's were wary as they moved slowly forward. Carlisle tried to pull his mate back but was unable to reach him as he felt himself being pushed back. He looked up the see the deadly red eyes gazing into his own.


The man, known to a very select few as Vespasian, stepped into the house, followed by two men just as stunningly beautiful as himself. The other two walked to stand in front of him protectively while he turned and focused his complete attention on his old apprentice. His graceful hands reached up to cup Harry’s face. He put pressure under his jaw, forcing his head to rise and Harry to look his master in the eyes.


Green and red eyes locked and time passed unnoticed. Vespasian leaned down slowly and gently pressed his blood red lips to Harry’s forehead. Harry closed his eyes and relished in the familiar contact. The older man pulled back and looked sternly down at him. “I believe you have some explaining to do.”

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