MIT: Magic Incorporating Technology

Alanis, I've responded to your questions at the end of the chapter, since I don't want to give anything away before reading this one.



Okay, this chapter is going to be very heavy on the smut, while also containing a key plot point, which will wrap up Jerry's involvement in the story. Pay attention to the warnings.



Warnings: Blowjob, gay sex, attempted rape, more gay sex, suicide/possible murder.



Chapter Eight: Getting Rid Of The Ex



After an hour or so, Harry woke again. Glancing at his clock, he saw that it was only half past two in the afternoon. He looked back at Ash, who was still fast asleep, and smiled. Ash had let Harry be in charge during sex... and he'd even hinted at letting Harry do the penetrating in a future encounter. He was sweet, and caring, and seemed to have no problem with Harry being an ex-wizard. From previous evidence he also enjoyed showing affection in public.



Harry wondered briefly whether Remus could see into the future.



Soon, Harry grew bored with just watching Ash sleep, and started trailing his fingers over Ash's features, commiting them to touch-memory. The older man smiled and pressed his face against Harry's hand, still asleep but obviously enjoying the touch. Harry smiled back and pressed a gentle kiss to Ash's lips.



Next, he drew the covers back and started trailing his hands down Ash's chest, following his fingers with his mouth. He spent some time playing with the man's nipples, before going further down and briefly licking at his belly-button. By now, he could feel Ash's hard cock pressing into his chest, and smiled as he lowered his head and bestowed short, hard licks to it.



Ash's hips started thrusting up, searching for more, but Harry just chuckled and continued with his licks. He then recalled something Ash had done earlier, and moved down to start licking at the man's balls. When he gently took the sac into his mouth and started sucking, he could feel the legs either side of him jerk in response.



"Harry..."



The smaller man looked up at the moan, but it seemed Ash was still asleep. Harry grinned wickedly as he removed his mouth from Ash's balls and sat back, devouring the body spread before him with his eyes. He then leaned forward again and took Ash's cock in his mouth, giving a hard suck as he did so.



"Oh sweet fuck!" Ash exclaimed as he opened his eyes. He looked down to see Harry's green eyes staring up at him in amusement, as the younger man bobbed his head up and down. It only took a split-second for him to come to a decision. He rolled over a little and snagged the lube from where he'd placed it on the floor earlier, then passed it down to Harry.



Harry looked up at him and released the cock, making Ash whine in disappointment.



"Harry, that wasn't a request to stop! I want you to fuck me," Ash elaborated. Harry blinked in surprise.



"You... want me to..."



"Fuck me, yes. C'mon, hurry it up!" He reached out and tried to tug Harry back down to finish his previous task.



Harry smiled at him, then briefly left the bed to retrieve another condom. At Ash's muttered curse, he grabbed a handful and brought them back with him.



"Here," he gave all but one to Ash. "Stick them under the pillow for easy access."



"Oh, I like how you think," Ash grinned at him as he complied.



Harry laughed, then went back to sucking on Ash. He was actually very nervous about this, but Ash seemed to think it was a good idea. After coating his fingers in the lube, he gently started rubbing at Ash's entrance.



Ash bucked his hips a little at the cold, but pressed back against the finger, wanting Harry inside him. In truth, Ash enjoyed being both top and bottom, though he had to trust someone implicitly to consider bottoming.



Pushing a finger inside Ash, Harry felt himself harden completely. In one night and day he'd done more new things with Ash than he'd ever done before. It was exhilarating, and it took all of Harry's control to make sure he prepared Ash properly.



When he added a second finger, Ash let out a moan that may have included his name. Harry smiled and continued sucking, scissoring his fingers and searching.



"FUCK YES!" Ash shouted, and Harry knew he'd found the man's prostate. He kept thrusting his fingers to hit it as he sucked Ash's cock, and fairly soon Ash was writhing and bucking his hips, pleading for more. He added another finger, making sure that Ash was properly stretched, but was cut off by a nudge from Ash's leg.



"Harry, that's enough, promise. Just get in me!" Ash seemed almost desperate, and Harry decided to follow his instructions. He gave one final, hard suck to the cock in his mouth before releasing it and sitting up. As he tore open the condom wrapper and rolled it onto his own dick, Ash quickly turned to lie on his stomach and raised onto his knees, arse in the air like a cat in heat. Harry had to breath hard not to come from the sight alone.



He briefly massaged Ash's arse cheeks for a moment, before raising onto his own knees and pressing the head of his cock against Ash's entrance. As he gently slid in, he felt the muscles clamp down on him, and started panting heavily. He came to a rest when he was fully sheathed, enjoying the tight heat surrounding him.



Ash, however, was a lot more impatient, and started thrusting his hips.



"I swear, Harry, if you don't move soon I'm gonna - FUCK!" He shouted out as Harry wrapped a hand around his cock at the same time as he started thrusting.



"You were saying something?" Harry managed to choke out over the pleasure. Ash shook his head and Harry altered the angle of his thrusts, trying to find his prostate again.



"Oh yes, right there!" Ah, found it. Harry was leaning forwards as he fucked Ash, using one hand to stroke his cock and the other to roam over his chest and stomach, tweaking a nipple every now and then. From Ash's garbled words, what seemed to be curses interspersed with Harry's name, he figured that his actions were appreciated.



It was only a few minutes before Ash came, screaming Harry's name and a few more obcenities as he did so. The shorter man followed after just a few more thrusts, then collapsed on top of Ash. They both lay panting, unwilling or unable to move.



Eventually, Harry gingerly sat up, eliciting a whimper from Ash as he withdrew. He quickly threw the condom in the bin and, rolling his lover over onto his back again, used the discarded towel from earlier to clean up Ash's semen.



Ash grinned lazily up at him, clearly sated.



"Y'know," he muttered, trying to pull Harry down to rest again, "that's the best wake-up call I've ever had." Harry laughed and lay down, nuzzling into Ash's chest again.



-MIT-



A fortnight passed, and Harry was feeling on top of the world. He and Ash spent at least an hour together every day, even if a few days passed between having sex. They more often spent their time working on school work, or just talking, getting to know each other better. It was an actual relationship, something Harry had craved for a long time.



He'd received his invite to Ron and Hermione's wedding the following July, not long after his birthday, and had gotten permission to bring Ash with him. Ash was excited at the prospect of visiting England and meeting Harry's friends.



Harry was just as excited about the road-trip they'd plant after, to go visit some of Ash's Hunter friends. Apparently, an old friend of the family's ran a road-house for Hunters. Ash had warned him not to be too free with the magic that was slowly returning, as most Hunters would assume that he had made a deal with a demon to get his powers, and attack first without giving him a chance to explain. Even so, he was still looking forward to it.



Currently, Harry was laying on his bed, dozing. Since Ash had started spending some night sleeping there, Harr had persuaded Kreacher to work his magic again and enlarge the bed to something more suitable for two people. It hadn't actually taken much convincing - the elf actually liked Ash. Then again, most people did.



His final lecture of the day had finished just after two, so he was killing time until Ash's lecture finished. The older man would be coming by after to help Harry with an assignment for the programming class.



He wasn't sure how much time had passed when he heard his door open. It was soft, as were the footsteps that approached the bed, and Harry kept his eyes closed even as a smile tugged at his lips.



"Been waiting for you," he whispered, feeling the bed dip as his visitor straddled his waist.



"Oh really?"



Harry's eyes flew open at the voice. It wasn't Ash.



It was Jerry.



Jerry grabbed the arm that flew at him and quickly pinned Harry to the bed, smashing his mouth against the younger man's in a bruising kiss. Harry bit down hard on Jerry's lip, making him withdraw with a curse.



"Get the fuck off me!" Harry shouted as he struggled. He knew that nothing could happen without him willing Jerry hard, but he was still scared. Jerry was still bigger than him and could physically hurt him.



"No," Jerry shook his head and ground his hips down, obviously trying to get aroused. "See, ever since you left me, I haven't been able to get hard. Except when I see you. So you're gonna get me hard, and we're gonna fuck."



"No!" Harry kept trying to buck Jerry off, and cried out in pain as the older man bit his neck. That was going to bruise.



"Yes," Jerry nodded. He held both of Harry's wrists in one hand, using the other to reach into Harry's pants and grab his cock. "Hm, not hard? I'm sure we can fix that. Just need to get one of your toys out."



Harry was shaking in part anger, part fear. The look in Jerry's eyes was maniacal, and Harry knew that he was going to inflict pain on Harry one way or another.



Feeling his magic give him a burst of strength, Harry managed to throw Jerry off of him and across the room, slamming into the door. Jerry fell to the ground with a curse, but Harry was already moving. He wrenched open the door and threw Jerry out into the hall, before slamming the door closed, locking it and leaning against it.



He could hear Jerry banging on the door, shouting to be let in, but he refused to budge. After a few minutes the banging stopped, and Harry slid down onto the ground, curling into a ball, still shaking.



Harry wasn't sure how much time passed like that. He couldn't think of anything except what had nearly happened, and let out a whimper when someone rattled the door handle.



"Harry? You in there, love?"



At the sound of Ash's voice, Harry lept up and threw the door open. Before Ash could blink, he had his arms filled with Harry, who clung to him and started to cry.



"Woah, Harry! What happened? Are you okay?" Ash quickly wrapped his arms around his lover, stroking the back of his head and trying to comfort him.



Harry shook his head and clung tighter, letting out a whimper.



Ash looked down with wide eyes, more than a little frightened. Then he saw the bruise forming on Harry's neck, and growled in anger. He'd heard a rumour going around that Casey had broken off her engagement to Jerry upon finding out that he'd been sleeping with men. Add a vengeful Jerry to a bruised and scared Harry, and Ash didn't like what he came up with.



"I'm gonna kill him," Ash growled, holding Harry tighter. "Harry, I swear, he's never touching you again."



Harry sniffled a little, not letting go his death-grip on Ash's shirt. The older man nuzzled Harry's hair for a moment, then nodded to himself and lifted the smaller man into his arms. He kicked the door shut behind him as he went into the room properly and lay down on the bed, keeping himself between Harry and the door.



It took a while for Harry to calm down, and he then haltingly told Ash everything. From the curse Kreacher had put on Jerry, to activating it when Ash was giving Harry attention, to what had happened that afternoon. Ash listened to it all, tightening his arms around Harry whenever the smaller man faltered. When the tale was finished, Ash pressed a kiss to Harry's forehead before responding.



"He was going to hurt you. That's all I need to know. And I'm going to kill him for it."



Harry reached up and kissed Ash. The two lay there, legs tangling together, kissing slowly but passionately.



"Ash, make love to me," Harry whispered when he pulled away. Ash gave him a concerned look.



"Are you sure? After what Jerry tried..."



"I'm sure. I can still... I can still feel him on me. I need to feel you."



Ash nodded and kissed him again, rolling them so that he was hovering above Harry. They made short work of undressing, and Ash quickly prepared Harry, even as the younger man wrapped a hand around both of their cocks, stroking them to hardness simultaneously.



Even if it was an awkward position, Ash knew that Harry needed to see him while they had sex this time. So he pulled up Harry's legs to rest over his shoulders, then reached under the pillow for a condom, only to be stopped by Harry.



"No. We're both clean, I... I want to feel you. Please." At the desperate, nearly-broken look in his eyes, Ash nodded. He'd do anything to put Harry back together again.



After coating himself in lube, Ash slid into Harry, taking it slow. He was determined to be tender and caring this time, everything that Harry needed. The angle didn't allow him to kiss Harry's lips, so instead he ran his hands over Harry's chest, and turned his head to press kisses to the legs either side of his head.



Harry led out small gasps of pleasure as he felt Ash moving inside him. He reached out and grasped one of Ash's hands, watching as his love brought the other hand down to stroke him as well. All the time, Ash kept a quiet stream of loving and tender words. He would do whatever it took to make Harry feel secure again.



Soon, both men came, gasping out the others name. Ash took care of the cleanup, never moving far from Harry's side, then pulled the covers over them both and held Harry close as the smaller man drifted off to sleep.



Ash stayed awake, though. He knew that they needed to do something about Jerry - the man was dangerous now. And Harry's previous actions meant that the man was fixated on him, which could only lead to trouble.



He decided that when they woke, he'd try to convince Harry to press charges. If nothing else, it would show Jerry that they weren't going to let the matter go.



-MIT-



As it turned out, pressing charges wasn't necessary.



The news was all over the campus the next morning - Jerry had committed suicide by jumping from the top of the dorms. Harry was shocked when he read the article on the school's website, just as Kreacher appeared with their breakfast.



Ash looked around in suspicion and caught Kreacher's eye. The elf gave an evil grin and winked.



A slow smile spread across Ash's face as he nodded back. Neither would be mentioning this to Harry.



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Alanis, you had a few questions. I'll try answering them without giving too much away.

Yes, Harry is getting his magic back. Very slowly, though, and very erratically. He'll never be as powerful as he used to be.

How long the story will last: I will be covering the end of season two, yes. Not saying what's going to happen though. You'll just have to read and find out. It will be spectacular, though.

Will Harry become a Hunter? No. He's learning Biotechnology, and will be working on a vaccine for Lycanthropy. As for when Ash is kicked out, he'll be going to the Roadhouse. And when Harry finishes school, he'll be going there too.

As for the scars, they will be talking about that at some point. Not right now though - possibly when Harry takes Ash back to England to meet the friends.

Author link: http://hp.adult-fanfiction.org/authors.php?no=1296817917 I misspelled her name. Is Lomonaaeren.