How Severus Spends His Summer Hols

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A/N~ Many many thanks to unbroken_halo for keeping my butt on track and not doing twenty zillion other things. Many many thanks to golden_snitch for the same thing. Our thanks to mnstr for betaing.
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Severus walked down the short hallway to the living room, the thought passing through his mind that he was feeling like a Muggle prisoner taking the walk to his death. He stood in the doorway to the living room of their home and waited, the silence nearly deafening, and the looks from the others nearly palpable. Severus felt Max brush up behind him and he stepped to one side as his best friend walked on into the living room and looked at Damon and Grant.

"Harry just has some superficial burns, there is no sign of contractions or damage to the baby," the red head stopped and looked from the older couple sitting on the sofa to where Sev was standing. He cleared his throat quietly. "Do I need to be here, or should I go?"

Severus didn't say a word he just looked down at his shoes and waited.

"Don't leave just yet, Max." Damon shifted Grant off his lap. He got and walked over to his son, his voice was eerily quiet when he spoke. "I am disappointed in you, Severus." He took a deep breath and turned away. He spun and lit into the dark haired man. "What in Merlin's name possessed you to bring that shit over here?"

Damon raised his hand then clinched his fist and brought it to his side again. He closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. He knew he shouldn't yell. He still felt sick to his stomach and knew that Grant would be after him if he didn't calm down. The image though of Harry with the wires wrapped around him and the scars appearing was burned into his mind.

The thought of what could have happened to Harry and his grandchild made him ill again and he placed his hand over his mouth to avoid sicking up there in the floor. He took a deep breath. "My gods, Severus do you realize what could have happened?"

Grant watched his husband worriedly, he knew the stress wasn't good on Damon and that alone gave him more reason to tear into their boy for his stupidity. "Damon," he murmured, reaching one hand out to him. "calm down."

Severus raised his head and looked at Damon and tried to answer. "I never thought he'd find that box," he whispered. "he was never supposed to find it..." he continued at a whisper. He looked down at his hands and tried to figure out why he'd ever brought it into their new home; he had promised himself he wouldn't bring that into his new life. "I don't know. I could have lost my family."

Max moved to Damon's side and gently pushed him back down by Grant. He was at a loss for words, he had no idea what they were talking about and didn't really think he wanted to ask. He took a calming draught from his bag and gave it to Damon, "I want you to take this, or I'm going to make you leave. You look like hell old man."

"Thank you Max," Grant murmured as he stared at Severus, his anger was at a steady boil now.

Damon knew he should comply. He took the vial and held on to it. "Thank you, Max." He looked at Severus. "You don't know? You never thought. That's right Severus you didn't think!" His hand shook as he pointed at the ex-Potions Master. "You can't sweep this under the rug, boy. It has to be dealt with and finished now. That boy and that baby in there need you. I ought to tear into your ass."

What do I do? I'll throw everything out, okay? He'll never be around things like that again," Severus said as he looked back up to Damon. "There won't be anything else brought in here."

Grant shifted on the sofa and thought of something. "Where in Merlin's name is that box now, Severus?"

"Put away in the closet," the younger man replied as he shuffled his feet.

Damon stood back up, calming potion forgotten. "IN THE CLOSET!" He started for Severus. "Goddammit Severus. What in the hell is going through your fucking head?" He grabbed Severus and shook him. "That boy and the babe..."

Damon let go and turned. He retched and the casserole, he and Harry had eaten earlier came up. He sank to the floor and continued to vomit.

Grant was at his side faster than Max and was rubbing his back and murmuring to him, he looked up at Severus. "Go fetch him some water now," he snapped and then looked at Max. "Help me get him onto the sofa, please."

Max waited until the older wizard had stopped throwing up before helping him up and onto the furniture. "Would someone like to tell me what's going on?" he asked as he summoned a wet washcloth from the bathroom and handed it to Grant. The red head pulled a nausea potion from his bag and tipped it to the older man's lips.

Severus returned with the water and after handing the glass to Grant, he used his wand to clean up the mess. "No Max, you don't need to know...it's not going to happen again," he said as he pinched the bridge of his nose and sat down heavily in one of the arm chairs. "Harry has paid for my past."

Damon swallowed down the potion. "It better not. Get your ass in that room and bring that box out of there. We are going to burn it right now. Make certain you get everything, too."

Damon pulled Grant into his lap and held on to him tightly. "I think he does need to know. Harry too. Especially if Harry is going to space out like that again." He looked up at Max. "Are they well? Both Harry and the babe?"

Max nodded. "I checked them over good." He looked at Severus. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want, Sev."

Severus didn't say anything, just walked back down the hallway and quietly entered the darkened bedroom. He stood for a moment and looked at the still form of his husband lying under the quilt. "I'm so sorry, little one, you were never meant to be hurt," he whispered softly and leaned down to run his fingers tenderly over the tanned cheek.

He went into the closet and pulled the box down from the top shelf and left the room just as quietly as he'd entered. He brought it in and sat it down on the low coffee table in front of his parents before sitting back down.

Max looked at the box and then at Damon. "Harry is fine; he just has some burns that will be gone by morning. I did a quick scan and the baby is just fine. What exactly happened? How did he get the burns?"

Damon scowled at the box. "Harry and I were talking. He had fallen and I was treating his knees, they had gotten scuffed. We talked about the stuff in the box and he thought it was Grant's. I opened my big mouth and he went a quiet and locked himself in the bedroom. That's when I called you all."

He pulled Grant close again. "I broke the window to get to him. He had a battery and harness wrapped around him." Damon shivered again. "You're certain the babe is alright?"

Max looked at Damon and shook his head. "The baby's just fine Damon. He had a harness wrapped around his...?" he asked and looked at Grant. "Why would you have something like that?"

Grant snorted. "That garbage isn't mine Max, we play hard, but nothing like that," he said and pointed at the innocent looking cardboard box in between all of them.

Severus looked up at Damon. "What did you tell him?"

"Nothing and he asked too. I told him I would clean up your mess and he told me he knew what the stuff was for. I informed he didn't but wanted to know how he knew and he shook me off then locked me out of the room." Damon sighed then glared at Severus. "I should put your ass back on the cross and really tear into you this time."

Damon turned to Max. "Thank you and Grant's right we play hard. 'Old school' I think they call it nowadays. But I would never have anything like the junk in that box."

Max looked at them all and then reached for the box to see for himself. He opened it and started to reach in to poke around, but the sight of blades made him take caution and he pulled back. "This is yours, Sev?" he asked quietly. He closed the flaps on the box and turned to his friend, he knew the man was a sadist, but this was...this was just heinous. "You use this stuff on people?" he asked quietly.

When Severus didn't answer he looked back to Damon and Grant. "I think I need to know what is going on with this stuff. Am I going to be seeing Harry with injuries from these...things?"

Severus shook his head. "I've never used them on anyone and you'll never see Harry harmed by them again. He got into the box by mistake, he must have thought I'd use them on him," he said softly and sighed as he listened to the silence. He wanted to crawl into a hole and hide, but honour and pride would never allow it.

"I sure as hell hope not." Damon answered. "Max I told Harry that I wouldn't tell him why Sev had that stuff but it needs to be dealt with." He looked over to his son. "I'm sorry, Sev."

Damon looked back to Max. "Sev's father used them and to this day he still calls Sev home." He eyed Sev. "Come here, son."

"No...please," Severus whispered and hung his head. No one else needed to know his shame, his ordeal with his father. He heard Damon call him and he automatically crossed the few feet to stand in front of the man. "Yes sir."

"His father?" Max asked softly and just looked at his friend. He'd had no idea and couldn't imagine that Severus had never said a word. "You are telling me his father abuses him? Still?"

Damon nodded and looked to Grant. "Scoot over, Pet. I am going to need your help, I think." He took Severus' hand and pulled him down into his lap as Grant moved to sit next to him. "Calm down, Sev. We are going to help you through this. It's time to deal with this. How long has it been since he called you?"

Damon looked up at Max. "It happens about once a year and yeah still." He moved Severus around, stroking his hair and placed his head in Grant's lap. “It’s okay, son we're here for you."

"Spring holidays, he commanded an audience with me," he said, his face burning in shame as he allowed Damon to arrange him like a small child between his parents. "I was there for the weekend."

Grant shook his head, he'd known by the fresh scar on the back of his boy's neck that Orion Snape had harmed him. He carefully carded his fingers through the younger man's hair and calmed himself down so he could be compassionate to his Little Bird's needs. "Does he know where you are now?"

Severus nodded. "Jo told me that when I asked for asylum, a copy of my request was sent to all immediate family members so they would know how to find me." He couldn't give voice to the fear he felt that one day he would come home and find that monster sitting in his home waiting for him, or harming his Harry.

Damon scowled. "Son-of-bitch! I can't believe that whore told him. Get me the goddamn phone so I can call Veldon and give her a piece of my mind." He started to get up.

Max pushed the older Dom back into the couch. "Sit down. Sir. Tempers are running to high here." He grabbed the calming potion. "Take this now. Sir."

Grant fixed his husband with a steely glare and pointed at the bottle. "Take it now old man," he said sternly and took the potion from Max to press to his man's lips. "Now Damon."

Severus slid off from between them both and moved back to his chair. "There's nothing to be upset about, she was only doing what the law instructs Damon," he said shortly as he picked at his pant leg and tried to ignore what was happening.

Damon glared at Grant and then Max. "She endangered my sons and my grandchild. Don't look at me like that I consider Harry my son as well." He swallowed the potion down. "Happy now?" He sighed as the floating sensation came over him. "Don't like being drugged makes me say things I normally wouldn't."

Damon held out his hand to Severus. "I'm sorry son but it had to be done. I was just trying to help."

"Airing my dirty laundry....of course," Severus mumbled as he stared out the window. Max watched the interchange and just couldn't stop himself.

"What exactly is the deal with Sev's family? He hurt you how, man?"

Severus blanked his face. "None of your business, Dr. Sorens. As I said it's dirty laundry and I don not want to discuss this any longer." He crossed his arms over his chest and glared at Max then Damon.

Damon raised an eyebrow. "Be nice Severus, he wants to help." He leaned over to Grant. "Tell him to play nice, Grant." He kissed the man’s neck and laid his head on his sub's shoulder.

Grant patted his husband's leg and looked at Severus. "No one here is judging you, honey. We just don't want to see you hurting yourself anymore and we don't want Harry to get hurt inadvertently," he said as he leaned forward and patted his boy's knee.

"Doctor Sorens? What the hell Sev? You’ve never called me that before. What is going on?" Max asked as he looked at his friend like he'd grown a second head.

Severus smiled sourly at Grant. "Well, then, he is definitely with the wrong man. You know I am a right bastard. What I do to my body is my business and mine alone." He looked at Max. "That is your name is it not."

Damon rose up, slowly. "Max, give him a potion too. He's being an ass." He slurred his words slightly and leaned his head down on Grant again. "Gods, I sound like an idiot. I hate taking meds. They fuck with my head." He kissed Grant again and nuzzled his neck.

Max shook his head and pulled a potion out for his friend. "You are going to take this Snape. You can take it with or without a fuss, I don't care which," he said as he got to his feet and stood over the smaller man. Grant watched his boys and patted Damon's cheek gently.

"Just lie back here on the sofa Damon, I'm going to help Max with our boy," he said softly as he pressed a kiss to the older man's cheek and laid him back against the cushions before standing up and moving around to stand behind Severus' chair. "If he fusses, I'll hold him while you get it down him."

Severus looked up at Grant. "You and what army?" He eyed Damon. "The big bad Dom is stoned out of his gourd."

Damon sat up. "I might be stoned, boy but I’m still sober enough to take a belt to your ass if need be. Take the damn potion."

Grant moved around and sat on the arm of Severus' chair, holding up one hand to Damon to shush him. "Sev, will you please take this? It is not good for you to be so upset," he said gently as he took the potion from Max and held it out for the other man.

Max folded his arms over his chest and stepped back to give them some space, he didn't want to pin his friend down unless it was absolutely unavoidable. "It isn't going to knock you out, Sev, I promise that."

No. I'll end up like him." He nodded to Damon. "Always have. I can't afford to have loose lips."

Damon kissed Grant's out stretched hand. "I'm alright. The medicine has seen to it." He blinked. "Take the potion Severus or I'll have Max sit on you while Grant pours it down your throat." He grinned. "I get to pinch that honker you call a nose."

Grant rolled his eyes. "Damon, you are not helping and don't call his nose a honker, for the love of all that is holy man, sit back and stare at the ceiling," he sighed as he looked at his husband. He looked back to his boy and frowned. "Sev, you aren't spying any longer, there are no huge dark secrets. Take half a dose, alright?"

Damon frowned and it looked suspiciously like pouting. Severus laughed in spite of himself and when he did so Max pounced. He planted himself on Severus' lap and poured the bottle down the man's throat then pinched Severus' nose. "Swallow it, man. Please for me." He rubbed on the pale throat until Sev involuntarily swallowed. His black eyes were glaring at Max the whole time. Max planted a soft kiss on his friend and got up. "Sorry Sev, but Grant's right." He sat on the edge of the coffee table. "Now talk."

Grant stood up and shook his head, he had a feeling Severus was going to clam up on them. "Sev, is it alright if I take Max into the kitchen and just give him the basics?" he asked as he stroked the black hair and felt him trembling in rage. "Calm down baby, please just calm down."

Severus glared up at Grant and then looked away. Damon reached across and grabbed Severus' arm. He dragged the other man back into his lap and held him.”Go on Grant I got him." He held Severus close and rubbed his back. "It's us against them Sev we'll get them later. Teach them to drug us, will they?”

Severus was starting to feel the effects of the potion and stopped his struggles in Damon's arms. "No one was ever supposed to know, I was never supposed to tell," he mumbled, his speech slurred and his eyes getting heavy.

Grant grabbed Max by the arm and led him into the kitchen where he pulled out a chair and motioned to the healer, "Sit, this isn't pretty and I'm only doing this once." He pulled out a chair for himself and sat heavily, feeling the burden of Severus' childhood on his shoulders.

Max looked at Grant. "Damn, Grant if it's that bad maybe I don't need to know. Besides if he really trusted me he would have told me by now. I think that is what hurts the most that he couldn't confide in me." He took a deep breath. "Okay tell me, give it to me straight."

Damon eyed Severus. "Want to lay down with me here?" He shifted on the couch and took Severus with him. Grant had never left him with Severus after an episode and now all he wanted to do was make up for the way he had yelled at his son. He brushed back the dark hair and kissed his cheek. "It will be alright, Sev. Grant and Max both care for you. So do I, son."

"Severus' father has instilled in him a need for self harm if he becomes aroused and has no outlet for it," Grant began. "The things in the box out there, he used on himself. I'll answer what I can if I feel it isn't breaking a trust with Severus, alright?" He looked Max straight in the eye and continued. "Don't feel bad that he didn't tell you, I only found out because I found him bleeding and unable to find his wand."

Max rubbed his face. "His real father did this to him? Not some step-parent? Damn Grant I don't know what to say." He swallowed. "How is it that none of us have ever seen him like this? Why hasn't Damon done something about it?"

Max met Grant's dark eyes. "Do you think Harry's in danger?"

Severus held on to Damon. "I... I'm sorry Da that he found the box. I'll make it up to him, I promise."

Damon shushed him and petted his hair. "I know you will son; I know exactly how you feel."

Grant nodded as Max spoke. "His real father did this. He's hid it from everyone," he said as he stood up and got himself a glass of water before returning to his seat. "Harry doesn’t know and Severus isn't ready to tell him yet. Damon doesn't know how badly Severus hurts himself Max; he's always let me take care of the boy."

He stopped and listened for a moment to see if they were behaving in the other room before he answered Max's last question. "Harry's not in any danger from Severus, but I think that if Orion Snape shows up, there will be trouble."


In the living room the other two men lay on the sofa, back to chest, father comforting son, while they talked of the baby's future and the bicycle Damon would be getting her for her first birthday. "It looks like a little Sportster, I'll have them trick it out for her too," he said as he patted his boy's arm. Severus chuckled in a loose, easy rumble and Damon laughed with him.

Grant and Max came out of the kitchen nearly an hour later, Max looking shaken and pale by what he'd been told, and Grant rubbing his back gently. He guided him over to the chair Severus had been sitting in and pushed him down gently. Grant then moved to the sofa where he sat down on the coffee table and ran his hand over the shoulders of both of his men.

"Severus, Damon, I need you boys to wake up now," he said gently as he shook the sleeping men. It always amazed him how hard calming draughts hit those two. Severus was the first to open his dark eyes and Grant helped him to a sitting position.

"Max, would you bring some water for them, please?" the submissive asked as he pushed Severus' fringe back off of his face and smiled at him. "Hello sleepyhead."

Max nodded then got up and went back into the kitchen.

Severus gave a crooked smile back at Grant. "Hi Grant." He said softly and laid his head back on Damon.

The older Dom wrapped and arm around him. "Let us sleep, Pet." He opened one blue eye. "Please. Has someone checked on Harry and the babe?"

"I'll go check in a moment, but his potion will be wearing off soon and this collection needs to be dealt with before then," Grant said as he pulled Sev back up into a sitting position. "Come on Severus, you need to do this. Exorcize those demons, baby." He lightly slapped the sun kissed cheeks. "Come on, up you get now, let the old man sleep."

Max brought the water in and set it down next to Grant. "Come on Sev, I'm going to do this with you. You and me buddy, against that bastard," he said as he pulled Severus to his feet.

Severus stood and then sat back down hard. He took a deep breath and looked back at Damon on the couch.

The older Dom looked at his boy. "Go on, son. I'll listen for Harry." He struggled to sit up and reached for the television controls. He pulled Grant close and kissed him hard. "For our family only, Dr. Wolffe. No one else."

Grant wrapped his arms around his husband and murmured in his ear. "I'll do all I can, but they are going to need to talk to someone. I can't do it. I thought I could, but I can't, I'm too involved." He shook his head sadly and watched as Severus picked up the box from the table and followed his best friend out the door and into the yard.

Damon nodded. "Then that's it. No more for you, Pet. You are now a retired doc." He grinned at his sub. "Your life now entirely consists of making me happy." He kissed Grant and then cringed as the door slammed behind Sev and Max. "Think they'll be alright?"

Max looked over his shoulder to make certain Sev was following him. He had only looked a couple of things in the box and he had been ill. He didn't understand why someone could want to inflict that type of pain when you could just as easily use pleasure. The two sensations were so close in nature.

He led the other man past the milking shed to the back side. Kneeling down he dug out a small hole then summoned some branches from the near by woods. Breaking them apart he lit the kindling with his wand and stood. "Alright Sev.
Get out the first thing and let it go." He moved behind the other man and wrapped his arms around him then released him. "I'm here for you."

"The fire needs to be hotter, it's mostly metal things," Severus said as he set the box on the ground and pushed the flaps open. He waited until Max caused the small fire to burn white hot before he stood up with the wire harness in his hand, tossing it in without looking at it.

As he watched the flames consume it, he looked at the other man. "It would be faster if I just threw the whole thing on, box and all, you know." He bent back down and pulled out several small blades and a cock cage that had sharpened spikes on the inside; he looked at them for a long moment before he threw them into the flames. It felt in some ways that he was throwing away his childhood or his security.

Max shook his head as the items went in one by one. "No, this way you can see them and recognize that they are gone." He was horrified at the things in the box; things Sev had used on himself and it upset him. They were friends and had had a fun time together. Max had learned things from Severus and felt that he could go to the British man with anything.

"Why, Sev? Why didn't you tell me?" Max asked. He looked at his friend. Anger at not being confided in and the realization that he could have helped out all these years hit him. "Dammit, Sev! We are friends. I would have helped you. We slept together, man. I care about you and you didn't even come to me. You... you resorted to that shit," He pointed at the box. "Why, man, why?"

"It wasn't anything you did or didn't do Max," Severus began as he threw more things into the fire. "Much of this I've had since I was just a student. It's the way I knew how to deal with arousal."

His fingers found the modified vampire glove and he unconsciously dropped it down by his feet, out of the red head's line of sight. "I was ashamed by the fact I needed this because of my father," he said softly and threw several more things in. "I wish I'd had gone to you, I really do."

Max nodded and walked around the fire to make certain everything was burning. He bent and picked up the vampire glove and turned it over. "Damn, Severus. You used this on your beautiful skin and that monster cock? It's a wonder you still got it." He raised his eyebrow and snorted. "How much of it do you think you scraped away?" He shook his head. "I know that was bad but damn Sev, I just can't see you or anyone else using something like this."

Max handed the glove to Sev. "I made your body sing when we were together, Sev. Make certain that gets in there as well as the rest of this shit."

Severus took the wicked looking thing and squatted there as he looked at the flames. "You know, most of this was given to me by Orion?" he asked as he picked up the box and dumped the contents into the fire. "A way for him to keep me under his control when I wasn't under his roof." He pressed the back of one hand to his eyes and didn't say anything for a moment.

"I hate that man more than I've hated anyone else in my life, yet look at the control he's had over my actions for over thirty years..." he muttered as he watched everything burn to ash. He looked up at Max. "He can't have that anymore. My actions harmed Harry. That will never happen again.”

Max nodded and knelt to pull Severus into his arms. He scooted them away from the fire some and sat on the ground turning Severus to face the flames. "You know Sev, this is a fantastic start." He rocked the other man while the fire burned down.

Severus nodded and sat there drawing support from Max as they watched all the hurtful, hateful things be destroyed. The pair sat there for nearly an hour until the fire burned down to nothing but glowing coals and there was no sign of anything. He shifted his lanky frame and looked back up towards the house.

"Harry is really alright?" he asked, biting his lower lip. "Nothing is wrong with the baby?"

"He and the Bump are fine Severus. He must have used a low wattage or the battery must have been going dry because as bad as the burns were Damon got to him in time. You were very lucky that the old fucker was here." Max stroked his hair and kissed his cheek. "You ready to go back in and deal with the aftermath? Harry should be waking up any time now. He's going to need to eat and I'll check over him once again if you like."

"This was the last thing Harry needed. He's been doing so much better and now this," Severus said sadly and shook his head. "He really thought I would use those things on him."

The Potions Master stood and pulled his wand out to douse the coals good before he and Max went back up to the house. He walked into the living room to find Grant sitting on one end of the sofa with Damon stretched out and his head resting in his husband's lap. Harry wasn't with them.

"Harry's not awake yet?" he asked as he took a seat in his recliner and looked over at Damon. "You certainly look comfortable."

Damon opened one eye and looked up at Severus. "Take care of business?" The blue vanished again and he sighed. "Hadn't heard a peep from him and I just went back and checked on him." He grinned. "It doesn't get much better than this." He added as Grant ran his fingers through the grey blond hair. The former Marine grabbed on thin wrist and pulled it to his lips. "You need to take care of Harry so just tell us when you want us to leave and we will let you be."

"How long will he sleep?" Severus asked looking at Max, surely he should have been awake by now. He got up and walked back into the bedroom and watched Harry sleep for a moment. He narrowed his eyes and moved forward to look down at his husband.

"I know you are awake, Harry," he said with a gentle smile. "Are you ready to go into the other room?" He sat down on the edge of the bed and stroked the young man's back. One green eye opened and looked at him.

"I'm not awake," he mumbled and reached a hand out from under his blanket to rest it on his husband's knee. "They'll look at me like I'm crazy again."

Severus sighed. "Harry, if anyone's crazy, it is I." he placed a long hand over the small tanned one on his knee. "I am sorry you found those things. I never intended you to find them and I most certainly would never use them on you." He cupped the young man's face. "Do you understand me Harry? I am so, sorry, love."

Harry wriggled around under the blanket until he could lay his head on Severus' lap. "You aren't crazy," he said softly. "I don't know why you have that stuff and I don't want to know as long as they weren't for me." He closed his eyes again, still feeling the lingering effects of the calming potion. "Who's out there?”

Severus bent and kissed the dark hair and ran his hand over Harry's back. "Alright, one day I'll tell you I promise and it was never for you." He sighed, his Harry was safe. "Max and Damon and Grant are in the living room; Lucius and Draco will be back soon as well. What would you like to eat, little one? I am on kitchen duty tonight."

Harry groaned and sat up, propping himself up with his hands. "I don't suppose you'd be on take away duty, would you?" he asked with a sly grin and did his best to look adorable.

Severus stood and bowed gracefully and kissed Harry’s belly. "Your wish is my command, Little Mistress." Mischievous black eyes glittered at his husband. "What does your heart desire?"

"Mistress?" squawked, picking up a pillow and swatting his husband with it on the hip. "Fine slave boy. I want Chinese, lots and lots of Chinese food." He smirked and tipped his nose in the air regally. "Get to it boy, don't make me get the crop." He dissolved into laughter for a moment before sobering and looking up at his husband. "I need to apologize to everyone."

"Chinese it is but you will eat the broccoli tonight." Severus chuckled and put his hands on his hips. "Who said I was talking to you? I was asking the Bump!" He looked down at Harry. "Don't tease Harry, I might like that." His laughter joined his husband's and then stopped when he felt the green eyes on him.

"No Harry, It is I who should be apologizing. You had been doing so well and it was my fuck up that had you slipping into the episode. Damon was so worried about you and it's all my fault." He knelt down beside the bed and took Harry's hand. "I'll spend the rest of my days making it up to you, Harry." He kissed the tanned hand and rubbed it against his cheek.

Harry leaned forward and kissed his husband softly on the side of his mouth. "I'm not eating broccoli," he murmured against the smooth cheek. He swung his legs out from under the blanket and stood up slowly. "I need to get dressed Husband, I can't go out there naked."

He looked around the bed and bent down to pick up his shorts and tee shirt before sitting back down on the bed to put them on. He paused a moment to look at where the harness had been. His skin was unmarred once more, the weak glamour he wore most of the time back in place. He nodded satisfied that he'd kept his scars hidden, only Severus knew that they were there.


Severus raised an eyebrow. "Broccoli has iron in it and the Bump needs it Harry, and so do you. You will eat it, no more cheek." He rubbed his face. "We have got to name her soon. We can't keep calling her Bump for the next five months."

He watched the glamour come back up and bit his lip. "Harry... Damon and Max both saw you."

"No," Harry whispered as his shoulders slumped, "I didn't want anyone else to know." He pulled his shirt on over his head and bent to pull on his shorts. When he rose back up, the look of sadness had gone from his face.” What’s done is done, I can't undo it now."

He picked up a brush and ran it through his hair, frowning as it only got wilder. "I should have left it long, at least it laid flat then."

Severus stood and took Harry into his arms. "Pet, they have seen mine and still they accepted me. They know we have been through hell and back Harry. They are family and love us regardless of the past." He smiled at Harry in the mirror. "We had to come across the pond to find our family love, but it's here now and it will never go away now. Even after twelve years of putting up with me, they are still here."

He ran a pale hand through the midnight locks and they stood up even worse. "I like your hair just the way it is, Harry and I wouldn't change a thing."

Harry regarded him from under his fringe for a long moment before giving him a grin. "I suppose you are worse than me, aren't you? Damon told me about the portable loo...why?" he asked and laughed at the look on his husband's face. "He says he can fill me in on all sorts of things.”

There was a knock at the door and they both turned to find Max standing in the open doorway with a grin. "Damon told him, eh?" he asked as he walked in the room and took a good look at Harry.

"Did you want to look me over?" he asked, facing the healer, lifting his arms to the side and spreading his fingers as if to say 'here I am, look all you like'.

Max grinned and walked into the room. "What else did Damon spill?" He looked over at Severus and pulled his wand. "Did he tell you about the time when Severus hexed me and then Damon and Grant took a belt to both of us?" He cast several spells over Harry and then looked back at the murderous look on Sev's face. "Or about the time he got up in Grant's plum tree and got sick as a dog for eating the green plums and Budwieser at the same time."

"Max, I love you as I would a brother, but please shut up," Severus said with a tight smile as he moved to cover Harry's ears. "I'm quite sure my husband is not interested in the hijinx I used to get up to."

Harry danced back out of Severus' reach and grinned at Max, "I just know about the loo and the elk. What else did he do?" he asked as Severus groaned and covered his face.

"Max, if you love me in the least, you will kindly shut up," he moaned from behind his hands and to his utter horror, he heard Max's wicked laugh and knew he was busted.

"Well, where should I start..." Max rubbed his face and let out a yell when his head was jerked back by his long red hair. Damon had a hold of the tresses and Grant stood behind him, smirking.

"You are rescued, son." The blond man growled out and then turned to Harry. "Only because it's my job to share with Harry the tales of your misadventures." He winked at the young man and pulled Max's hair again. "What's doing, Healer? How's my granddaughter and her daddy?"

Severus only dropped his head and shook it resigned to the fates that Harry would sooner or later learn of all of the asinine things he'd done while in the States. "Don't listen to them Harry....its lies all lies. You know me; would I actually lock someone in a portable bathroom and then roll it across the ground?"

Harry's head came up and he cackled with pure glee. "THAT was not the story I was referring to, but now I need the details," he giggled and Severus looked stricken when he realized he'd just ratted himself out.

"Bugger all, Grant, I'm going for take away, would you like to join me? We're having Chinese tonight," he asked as he pulled Harry to him and tipped his face up for a sound kiss before he left. "Yes, I know General Tsao's chicken and lots of egg rolls."


"Good Husband," Harry smirked as he wrapped his arms around the taller man's waist for a moment. "And I want ice cream as well. I don't care what kind, but just make sure it's green, okay."

"Merlin, he's craving colors now," Grant laughed and stepped in to kiss him on the forehead. "Don't you scare us again, or I'll put you in the corner for a time out." He turned to his husband. "What shall I bring back for you?"

Damon grinned and pulled the smaller man close for a kiss. "I shall be good and have you bring me some steamed vegetables; make certain there is lots of broccoli and rice as well. I'll let you pick out the meat for us if you wish." He stole another kiss from Grant and turned to Harry. "I'm staying here with you again."

Max nodded and watched the loving between the two couples. "Well, if you all are doing that then I am going home to Allie, she'll have something made for me." He turned to Harry as well. "Iron, young man. Get it from vegetables or you are getting a potion or pill for it." The Healer turned back to Damon.

"Other than being slightly anemic, he's fine. No problems from earlier at all."

"Fine, I'll eat my veg," Harry pouted and crossed his arms over his chest and then smiling at his husband. "I'll have extra veg, and I promise I'll eat them all, okay?"

Severus pulled Max into a hug. "Thank you for everything, you don't know what it meant to me," he said softly as he leaned his head on his shoulder before pulling away. "Tell Allie hello from us, alright?"

Harry looked at Damon and looked down. "Yes sir, shall I go to the living room?"

Max returned the hug. "Will do, man. You come to me if there is a next time." He poked the thin man in the chest with a beefy finger before placing a light kiss to Severus' head.

Damon smiled at the younger man. "Don't act like I am taking you to the gallows, boy. We'll have a good time discussing Severus AND Max's misadventures." He pointed at Severus and Grant. "You too, food now. I can hear the grand baby squalling already."

He eyed Max." Hit the road, medicine man. The sooner you are out of here the sooner our dinner comes back, right Harry?" He winked at the younger man again.

The front screen door slammed as Max headed out and was followed by Severus and Grant, who were still deciding what to order for everyone. Harry stared at the older Dom for a moment before excusing himself for the bathroom. He sat in there for nearly ten minutes wondering what on earth he was going to say to his father-in-law.

Damon waited for Harry to come out of the bedroom as he sat on the couch. He flipped the channels on TV and then turned it off. He went and stood in the doorway and the image of Harry sprawled in the floor came back. He closed his eyes and shook his head. "Don't hide from me, Harry." He said softly but firmly. "Come on out and meet me in the living room."

Harry washed his face one last time and opened the door to the bathroom. It was time to face Damon. He walked into the living room and sat down on Severus' recliner and waited silently as the old wizard looked him over.

"I'm sorry," he whispered and looked down at his hands. "I lost myself again."

Damon sighed and rubbed his hands on his jeans. "Come here, Harry, I want to tell you something." He patted his lap and looked at Harry, expectantly.

Harry rose and went to his father-in-law, sitting down on his lap and looking at his hands. "Yes sir."

Damon rubbed Harry's back and pulled him close for a moment. The Dom settled Harry to make him more comfortable and looked up into the impossibly green eyes. "Might I?" He held his hand over Harry's belly.

Harry nodded and moved his hands down to give access to Damon. "Yes sir, it's okay. She's quiet now though." He relaxed as much as he could and looked into the wrinkled face. Severus was right, they did accept him.

Damon smiled. "That's okay. I just like to feel the magic there, Harry. Grant and I tried for several years but it just wasn't meant to be. That's not what I want to talk to you about though." He placed his hand on Harry's tummy and smiled at the little signature that was growing by leaps and bounds. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back on the edge of the couch.

"I know what it's like to lose yourself, Harry. It's happened to me before. For about a year or so, I wasn't right after I came back from Korea. I did some really bad things to Grant and he forgave me for them but I never have." He opened his eyes and looked at Harry. "So we know, Harry, what it's like and I want you to know that we don't think you are crazy. You mean so much to Severus and that in turn makes you important to Grant and I. And it's not just because of the baby, Harry. You are a good man who has had it rough and now it's time for a cleansing. It's rough and it will hurt at times but you'll be all the better for it."

Damon rubbed Harry's stomach and sighed. "That's all the preaching I am doing. Do you have anything to say?"

Harry nodded his head and turned to wrap his arms around the man's neck. "Thank you Damon, I promise I'll take good care of Severus and our children," he said softly. "I know you saw me without my glamour. Sev told me it was down. Morgan did that to me, not my husband. I just wanted you to know that."

After a few moments he wriggled around and stood up. "Would you like something to drink? I am going to get a glass of kool aid."

Damon nodded. "Sit down, Harry it's time you and Grant got a good turn." He stood and pushed the other man gently to the couch and covered him with a light throw. He handed him the remote to the TV. "Kool-aid it is young man, would you like ice in that?

Harry stared at him for a moment with his mouth open before he spoke. "Sure, please, but not much." He looked down at the remote in his hand and wondered just exactly what had happened. Shrugging, he aimed the remote at the television and looked for a program on something interesting. Aha....American Choppers, he'd heard Max talking about it, leaving it on that he settled back and watched in amazement at what the men in the show were doing.

"Have you seen this, Damon?" he asked as the other man rejoined him, handing him his glass of cherry kool aid.

Damon eyed the man on the television. "Yeah, I've seen what they do to the bikes and in one way it's sacrilegious. I mean look at that. Take a perfectly good machine, tear it down and then put it back together and it looks like something out of a science fiction movie." He sat next to Harry and passed him a cookie, one of Sev's favorites that Grant had made a few days ago.

"And that other fella...what is it... Jesse James. He's done up some awesome looking cycles for charity too but give me simple and American made." He bit down into his own cookie and sipped from the ice cold glass of milk he brought with him.

"Oh," Harry said as he bit into his cookie and then lifted the remote, changing the channel to the military one. "Is that better, sir?" He leaned in next to Damon as the narrator began to discuss the Korean War. He glanced up at Damon and then gave him the remote. "Maybe you should pick the show, sir." He sat back and sipped his kool aid.

Damon turned it to the motorcycle show and handed the remote back to the younger man. "Just because I don't like the looks of the things, son, doesn't mean I can't appreciate the craftsmanship in it. Watch the show if you like it, Harry."

Damon eyed the boy and pulled him close to his side and placed his arm on the back of the couch. "Are you comfortable, Bit? Can I get you and the Bump something else?"

"Thank you," he murmured as he watched the men on the show roll the newly made bike out for a test drive. "I'd never be able to handle one myself, I'm just too small."

Harry was quiet for awhile and then the next show began and he grinned. He loved Myth Busters, he liked to see what they were going to destroy in each episode. "You know, I think they would have loved Sev's class, you know," he laughed as he watched the younger one get zapped again.

"Did you and Grant ever come to see him in Scotland?" he asked as he picked another biscuit up and bit into it. "I really need to learn how to make these."

"No, Grant won't portkey and I don't fly. I spent enough time in airplanes during the service. I made it over there before Sev's time though and it was beautiful country."

Damon laughed at something on the TV. "I think that one without the mustache just likes to blow things up. I saw them testing out the gas tank additive rumours recently and they put the potato and banana in the tail pipe of the car. Blew up fruit all over the place."

He chuckled again. "I'll show you if you like. Those are one of the few things I can cook, not on the grill, and that actually are edible." He produced another one and gave it to Harry. "You had better eat dinner tonight as well or Sev and Grant will have my hide."

Harry grinned sheepishly and put the biscuit back on the plate. "I forgot they were bringing supper," he said and looked back to the television. "They remind me of Ron's brothers, Fred and George. The twins would love this show, who knows what ideas they'd get for their pranks from it." His tone was wistful as he thought of the friends he'd left behind, but he brightened again at the thought of his new family.

"Why won't Grant portkey? I hate it passionately, but I'll do it if I have to?" he asked as they watched them putting together a ballistics dummy out of goo.

Damon passed the cookie back to him. "Eat it, we have to get rid of the evidence." He laughed. "I've heard of those boys, Weasleys, right? Sev used to get so angry and he would rant and rave about them wasting their talents on pranks when they could have been excellent Potions Masters." He shook his head. "He used to piss and moan about you as well. I have heard about some of your antics."

The rumble of the truck was heard coming up the drive, saving him from answering the portkey question. "Quick, eat it all." He stood and took the plate and glasses into the kitchen and then returned to open the door. "Bout damn time you got back with the food, Bump and Bit are starving here."

Harry stuffed the biscuit in his mouth and hastily wiped the crumbs from his lips as Severus walked in carrying a cardboard box full of take away containers. He looked down at the innocent look Harry was desperately attempting to pass off and smirked.

"What have you two been doing?" he asked with one eyebrow raised as he looked between his husband and Damon. "Come on, might as well tell me now." He held the egg rolls out of Harry's reach. "Go get some plates for us, love."

Grant laughed at Severus and went to his husband for a kiss. "You've been eating cookies Damon Wolffe," he said with a shake of his head. "Severus' cookies, I can taste the butterscotch. You better hope you didn't ruin that boy's appetite."

Damon glared at Severus. "So, he told me he would eat and he has to gain weight anyway. Stay seated, Harry." He sat Grant down next to Harry and kissed the top of his head.

He reached out and Grabbed Severus' ear and the box of food. "Come on, you. You and I have KP tonight." He dragged the other man into the kitchen. Once there he began to dig through the cabinet. "I think you know what needs to be done, don't ya boy. It's time to pamper the subs, way past time I think."

Severus rubbed his ear and looked at Damon. "What are you on about, old man?" he asked as he opened the cupboard door and took down plates.

In the living room, Grant and Harry watched the program and then switched it over to the Weather Channel and laughed at the picture Severus made being dragged into the kitchen by his ear. The sounds of the two submissives laughing brought a smile to both Dom's faces. Severus fixed his and Harry's plates and waited for Damon.

"You know what I am talking about. You did a fuck up and I don't nearly do it enough for Grant. I pissed him off pretty good these past few days and they deserve it. We'll leave after supper and you can finish showing your appreciation to Harry." Damon smirked at his son. "I have ever intention of doing the same to Grant later. Today was rough on us all and we could use a little TLC between the partners."

He dished up a plate for him and Grant. "In here or in front of the television? I think I'll hold Grant while I feed him I haven't done that in a long time." He smiled wistfully and looked at Severus.

Severus looked at him and then at the sounds of laughter from the other room. "Do you think we are going to get them out of there without a fight? Why don't we let them pick?" he asked as he considered Damon's words. "You're right. I think that's where Harry belongs as well tonight." He set the plates back down and quickly transferred food from one to the other.

Standing with the carton of lo mein in his hand, he looked up at Damon. "Am I doing alright by him?" he asked thoughtfully. He didn't want to take Harry for granted and he knew Damon would tell him straight if he were doing so.

Damon nodded. "As well as anyone can considering his and your circumstances." He furrowed his brow and then looked up at Severus. "I told Harry tonight that there were several things I had done in my past that I am not proud of and I did them to Grant and the stubborn Injun still stayed with me after I literally put him through hell. It was different times then but still I think the situation still applies." He looked at his son. "I love him and he returns the sentiment after all that happened. Does that help you any?"

Damon made glasses of tea for everyone and magicked a tray. He set the glasses on the floating helper and picked up the plate. "Anything else I can confuse you with before we return to our mates?"

Severus shook his head, "No, you've done a fine job of it, as usual old man," he laughed as he picked the laden plate up and walked back into the living room. "Would you two like to eat in here or in the kitchen?"

Grant looked at Harry and then to Damon, who was behind Severus. "Harry, when your husband starts doing things like this, now is the time to ask for things," he said with a smirk. "Because you know they are trying to make up for whatever and if you don't know what they've done yet, just give them some time. They hang themselves eventually. Isn't that right Sir?" he finished with a curious look at Damon.

Harry laughed as he listened to Grant and told him he would keep that in mind since there was a new broom on the market he'd love to have after the baby was born.

Severus just shook his head and sat down in his recliner. "We'll see Harry," he smiled and waited for his sub to join him.

Grant stood and let Damon have his spot and then sat down on the floor at the man's feet. "I'll get up in a minute and get something, Harry don't wait for me."

Damon smirked at Grant. "You run your mouth at the oddest times, Pet." he pulled Grant up from the floor and settled him across his lap. He held up the glass of tea for his sub and smiled. "Drink up Pet, we'll show them how it's done."

Grant leaned in and kissed his husband. "I am only trying to clue Bit in on how to read Severus," he said sweetly. As Damon brought the glass to his lips, he closed his eyes and sipped. "Thank you Sir."

Severus patted his lap. "Harry, come sit please," he said holding a hand out to the young man. Harry went willingly, settling on his lap and leaning against his chest with a contented sigh. "Are you comfortable?"

"Yes Husband, it's nice to be back on your lap, I've missed it," Harry replied giving him a huge smile.

Damon grinned and forked up a piece of broccoli and rice. He watched the steam rise off and carefully blew across the bite and eyed Grant. "Now that you think you got me in a mood that I did something what is it that you want, Pet? Hmm?" He held the fork out to Grant.

Severus raised an eyebrow. "Have you, now?" He cut into an egg roll and dipped it into the sauce. Cooling it with a gentle stream of air, he traced Harry's lips with he sauced end. "Well, then it seems a certain old man was right for once." He smirked at Damon.

Grant had the grace to at least attempt to look chastened before he accepted the bite of food, after chewing and swallowing, he smiled. "I'd like to go the next play party down in Wheeling...and play."

Harry nodded and licked his lips clean of the cherry red sauce. He looked up at Grant's mention of a play party and then looked to Severus before taking the piece of egg roll and chewing quietly.

Damon nodded. "I think that can be arranged. If I remember correctly, Mama Love should be having one soon." He rolled up some noodles on the fork and once again cooled them before offering them to Grant. He raised an eyebrow. "Any specific play or would you rather discuss that later?" He cut his gaze over to Harry.

Severus listened to Grant's request and wondered how Harry would react to being put through his paces, now that he was pregnant. They had been to play parties before in Edinburgh avoiding London to lessen the chances of running into Morgan but Harry had done very well and enjoyed himself. "Would you like to go with them, my Harry?" He asked softly.

Aren't you going to eat?" Grant asked as he placed his hand on his husband's wrist and looked at him. When Damon only looked back, he sighed and took the bite before he answered the question. "I want you to put me on the cross, if you think I've earned the right to play." He plucked an egg roll from the plate and held it for Damon to bite into. "I'd like to play like we have before at one of her parties, she's got such a nice dungeon."

"I'd like that, I think," Harry said, sucking on his lower lip as he thought. "How do they play there? Will I be too big then?"

Damon bit the egg roll and chewed, thinking. "I don't see why we can't." He looked at Harry. "Severus if you don't mind. Mama Love is a sadistic Domme, she plays hard Harry but she is very accepting of the way other's play as long as it's within the guidelines of your contract. She wants to make certain the people that play with or around her are safe and have a good time. She has an extensive dungeon and more than likely there'll be something there that suites you and Severus."

Blue eyes trailed to Severus' face. "If that's well with you. I can't remember if we have ever taken you out to Mama Love's dungeon or not." He looked at Grant for an answer and held up the tea for his sub.

"We took him with us about six years ago, remember that Jeremy boy wouldn't let him alone?" Grant mused after he sipped the tea. He looked at Harry and smiled. "I think you'd have a good time, Bit. Severus you should bring him. We usually stay the night in Wheeling instead of driving back, if you liked, we could all drive down together. What do you think, Damon?"

Harry listened and wondered who Jeremy was, but didn't really care; after all, he was the one who was married to the snarky git. "Could we go Husband? It's been a good while since we've gone and I've never seen what a dungeon is supposed to look like."

Severus nodded. "I don't see why not baring any complications." Harry was right it had been a while and it would show the young sub the proper way to play and give him the chance to see the Lifestyle work in a consensual setting. "Brill idea, Grant. When is the next party?”

Damon scowled. "I remember now." He shook off the memory. "But yes, Pet. I think that's a good idea. Sev, if you like I can make the reservations for all of us." He leaned forward and kissed his mate. "You are extraordinary and I haven't told you that or shown you enough."

"You're damn right I am, old man," Grant said fondly after he broke from the kiss. "What did you have in mind to make it up to me with? A long overdue honeymoon in Paris? A housemaid? A new carburetor for my Sportster?" He teased his husband gently and fed him another bite of food. He closed his eyes for a moment and just enjoyed the feel of Damon's strong arm around his waist and the warmth of his body as he was pressed against him. "You are pretty spectacular yourself, honey."

Harry smiled as he watched his in-laws and began to pick broccoli off of the plate he shared with Severus. "I won't be too big, will I?" he asked once more as he bit into the vegetable and chewed while looking down at his tummy. "Is it Muggles and wizards, or what?"

Damon smiled up at Grant. "Anything your little heart desires, My Pet. If I got the tickets to Paris, would you actually go? We would have to portkey." He nuzzled the other man's neck. "You have made me that way, darling." He whispered softly into the warm skin. Gods, he had missed this; just holding Grant in his lap and taking care of him.

Severus nodded his approval as Harry ate the vegetables. "They'll be wizards, My Harry. And I would like to show you off while you are pregnant. I'll talk to Max about you playing but I seem to remember Allie playing just fine when she wasn't trying to behead Max for something during hers." He splayed a long pale hand across Harry's stomach. His babe in his mate. Two things he had never really dreamed of finding in one person. He wrapped his arm around his husband and smiled at him. "I love you, Harry and am proud of you and the fact you are carrying our child. It makes you all the more special to me that you have allowed me to share it with you."

Grant looked at Damon for a moment before he spoke. "You can portkey, I'll take a flight, we'll meet at the airport. In all honesty though, I'd rather go up into Canada for a week or so. How does that sound?" he asked as he felt Damon's breath tickling over his neck. "Or just staying at home is good too." He bit his lip and sighed at the sensations being ghosted over his skin.

Harry looked at Damon. "You never answered me. Why won't Grant portkey?" he asked curiously, putting one hand over Severus' and rubbing their hands over his tummy together. He turned his head and looked at his husband. "I love you too, Husband. You are going to be a wonderful father."

Harry plowed through his vegetables as he waited for Damon to answer; Grant was also looking expectantly at his husband.

"The mysteries of Grant Wolffe are better left to explain on another day." Damon said cryptically. He forked up a steamed dumping, dipped it in the soy sauce and presented it to his love then smiled. "Canada is not a bad idea though, but if we go somewhere I would like us to do it together."

Damon licked up the expanse of Grant's throat and blew softly against the wet skin. "Would you like me to take you home, Pet? Whisper naughty nothings as I tan your backside?" He asked softly. He got into the swing of things ignoring the fact that Harry and Severus were staring at them.

"We can take the car up to Canada, no need to portkey or fly," Grant smiled, his secret was still safe. He'd been a bit worried that Damon would let the young man know he had a serious phobia about portkeys. Hysteria and blind panic was not something he enjoyed experiencing and was so thankful his husband had never tried to make him get over his fear.

Harry listened to the cryptic answer and shook his head with a laugh. He ate another egg roll and then stared in amazement as Damon licked Grant. He pulled a face and looked at Severus with a smirk.

Grant's eyes went wide as Damon's tongue slid over his throat and then felt the man's breath. Goosebumps popped up all over him as he sucked in a breath. "Promises promises, Sir," he whispered back and smiled teasingly.

Damon growled against the damp skin and nipped it lightly. "I always make good on my promises, Injun. For that I think you need a spanking, a good one at that."

Severus chuckled and slid his hand in the leg of Harry's shorts lightly scratching the soft muscled thigh and inched his fingers closer to the moist warmth at his crotch. He ran a finger lightly over the slick opening and moved his hand back to see Harry's reaction. He and Damon had played this game before.

"A good one, eh? Are you sure you can still do that?" Grant teased and made a small noise in his throat as Damon bit him, pressing back against him.

Harry closed his eyes and smiled as he felt his husband's fingers scratch over his skin and then his mouth dropped as Severus touched his cozy. Merlin, was the man trying to make him whimper in front of Damon and Grant? He licked his lips and smiled at Severus as he parted his thighs a tad more and waited.

Damon grinned and saw Harry shift on Severus' lap out of the corner of his eye. He smirked and tugged on Grant's braid. "I have no qualms turning you over my knee right here in front of Sev and Bit." He ran his hand down Grant's back and slid it under the man's bottom and cupped then squeezed the cheek, hard. His other hand moved across Grant's lap and brushed over the front of his trousers.

Severus raised an eyebrow and petted Harry's leg before walking his fingers up the tanned leg and back into the shorts. This time he caressed the tip of Harry's little cock. He crooked his finger and stuck his fingernail in the slit, gently. The long fingers of his other hand curled around Harry's waist and stroked the soft skin there and up to his ribs.

"You wouldn't dare…," the older submissive said as he felt Damon's hand on his bottom and then gulped as he was groped hard. He set the plate he was holding onto the coffee table, pushing into his husband's hand as he bent at the waist. It had been ages since Damon had teased him like this; he'd missed being put on display; if that was what the older man was doing.

Harry trembled as Severus toyed with him, he looked into his husband's eyes and saw the care and love he had for him. He relaxed as Severus stroked his torso and squirmed as he played with his prick. It took only a few touches from the older man to leave him relaxed and ready, something it had taken other partners a lot of effort to manage if he relaxed at all for them.

Damon looked surprised. "Are you doubting me?" He moved on the couch, opening his legs as if to set up a stable platform. He grabbed Grant's waist and turned his body slightly. "You have been rather cheeky today." He grinned devilishly.

"Are you alright with this, my Harry?" Severus asked softly. He moved the plate from Harry's hands and tilted him back in his arms. His hand moved into the shorts some more and he encircled the soft flesh with his fist squeezing lightly. His thumb traced over the wrinkled skin of Harry's sac.

Grant sniffed indignantly. "I am never cheeky. I am a brat," he proclaimed with a grin as he looked at Damon. "You just haven't...in such a long time," he continued quieter as he licked his lips and looked into the blue eyes of his husband.

Harry looked up into Severus' eyes and nodded. "Like when we went to the party at your friend's right?" he asked as he found himself wanting to thrust up into his Dom's hand. He could feel Severus beginning to harden against his back and bit back a moan when he heard one from Grant. From his position, he couldn't really see what had made the older man cry out.

Severus nodded and eased the waist band down on Harry's shorts to rest at the top of his trimmed pubes. He was glad Harry was clean shaven elsewhere and maybe he just might talk Harry into being clean all over. "I'll go slow and you let me know, yeah. You remember your word?"

Damon bent the other man forward and smacked him on the upraised bottom, sharply. He set Grant back up. "Then I have been lax in my duties, boy."

Grant held onto the arm that was supporting his waist and smiled as Damon swatted his behind, as he was sat back up, he smiled at the older man. "Yes Sir, you have been lax and I just keep getting mouthier by the day."

"I remember it," Harry breathed as he felt the air on his exposed skin. It felt so good to be touched. He felt Severus' fingers comb through his little patch of short hair and parted his thighs in anticipation. He didn't know how far he could go, but he was certainly willing to do his best for his own enjoyment.

Damon looked up at his husband and frowned at bit. "That's it." He set Grant on his feet and stood. He swung wide and slapped Grant hard on his bottom and then drew his wand. He cast a feather light charm on his sub, picked him up and tossed him over his shoulder. He turned to face the other couple. "Sev, thanks for dinner. But I have some business to deal with." He grinned at Harry. "Take it easy Bit. Enjoy yourself. He'll be better for this in the morning and you can call on us if you like to see." he gave a small salute to Sev and then smacked Grant hard again.

Sev grinned at Damon. "Yes. It seems so. Grant this is highly unlike you." He smirked at the man slung over Damon's shoulder like one of the cavemen of old. He rubbed Harry's tummy and smiled at him. "They're just playing alright, my Harry? Grant, show him you are well before you go."

Harry looked at Severus and smirked. "I'm not daft, Husband. I know they are only playing, otherwise Grant would've hexed him by now," he said with a laugh. "Besides, he's been asking for it. Haven't you Grant?" He looked up at the older couple and returned Grant's grin.

Grant hung upside down over Damon's shoulder and jumped a little as he was swatted again. He propped his hands on Damon's ass and pushed himself up to look over his shoulder. "Are you going to stop tickling me sometime soon, old man?" he asked with a saucy grin and laughed as he heard Harry's words. "You know it, Harry."

Damon shook his head. "Harry, Severus." He lowered Grant to the floor and bent him at the waist and whaled on him for a few licks then returned him to his shoulder and sauntered out the door.

Severus chuckled as the door slammed behind the two men and the cycle engine could be heard revving. "Now where were we, my little One?" He grinned lasciviously at Harry. "Do you need a spanking as well?"

He looked up at Severus and grinned. "I don't know Professor, do I? Should we have asked Damon to do it?" he teased and quickly hopped up from his husband's lap with a grin on his face.

"Oh ho ho Harry, you are asking for a punishment. I am afraid he is a bit too much for your tastes though. Grant will be sporting some elegant marks tomorrow, if Damon lets him keep them." Severus stood and pushed up imaginary sleeves. "I, on the other hand...” He raised his eyebrow at Harry and grinned ferally. "Run little Harry, because I am going to catch you." He took a step forward.

The smaller man squeaked as he watched Severus take a step toward him and took off through the living room and into the kitchen, he peered from around the doorway and as he saw his husband coming after him with a good natured smirk on his handsome face, he ran out the back yard and hid behind a tree.

"Run, run, fast as you can little Seeker, the Potions Master is on the prowl." Severus bounded out the door and scanned the yard seeing the little imp's Gryffindor red shirt dart behind an oak tree. "Be careful of acorns, Harry; they hurt when you step on them with your bare feet. Don't want you to fall and twist an ankle." He slowed his pace and stripped off his shirt and sauntered around the yard leisurely edging closer to the tree where Harry was hidden.

"Bugger," Harry muttered under his breath as he remembered his wand was in the house and he couldn't make all the acorns go away. He scooted around the big tree trunk and kept an eye on Severus before making a quick dash to a maple tree about twenty feet away. "You can't catch me," he laughed as he leaned against the old tree and watched to see what his husband would do next.

Severus stopped in mid glide and pulled his wand from his pocket. "Tsk, Tsk, Little One always remember to keep your wand about you. You never know what you will encounter in the mountains. A friendly rabbit or a great... big... bear." He pointed his wand at the trees just to Harry's left. Severus moved to intercept the young man dodged right. Then a large Black bear came out of the trees and stood on it's hind legs, looking down at the small wizard. Severus grinned at the illusion and took off running the other way around Harry's tree to come up behind him.

In shock, Harry stood stock still and stared at the beast Severus had conjured. Too late he realized that the older man was right behind him and he had nowhere to go. He turned and held his hands up to him. "Okay, you caught me, now what are you going to do with me?" he asked as innocently as possible. He heard a muffled popping sound behind him and knew the bear had poofed.

Severus grabbed Harry and pressed him close. He chuckled before leaning down and kissing the young man thoroughly. "That was fun. Did you have fun, Harry even though it was short?" He scooped up the other man and carried him towards the house. "You know, I don't think I did this before." He walked around to the front door. "Open the door for me, Harry. Once more over the threshold with you and into our new home and lives, my Harry." He kissed the other man again. "I'll cart you into our room and have my wicked ways with you and see how many pleasurable sounds I can rend from your body. He answered Harry's question huskily.

"You know if I'd been on my broom, you would have never caught me," he smirked as he kissed Severus back. He put his arms around his husband's neck as he was lifted up. "You right, you didn't carry me over the threshold here." He reached out and turned the knob on the front door, pushing it open before tucking his head under Severus' chin. Their home, he smiled and sighed at the idea, he was finally home.

Once in the house he reached up and tweaked the older man's nose. "You have wicked ways, Husband?" he gasped mockingly. "I'm shocked!" he tipped his head so he could lick and nuzzle at the other man's neck, trying to get a reaction out of him.

"My Impertinent Brat!" Severus groaned and kicked the door shut behind him. His arms tightened around the smaller man squeezing him close. "I am going to make your body sing, Harry. An aria that can be heard all over the house." The dark voice purred out to surround them almost as if it were... magic.

The sounds of Harry and Severus’ happy laughter rang through the house, waking Asphodel and Bezoar from their afternoon nap. The two little dachshunds looked at each other as if wondering what their humans were doing this time. After a long moment, the tiny muzzles were laid back on their paws, brown eyes closed; they just didn’t care as long as their meal was on time.