Authors Note: This is my first harry potter and DH fic.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters.

Warnings: Sexual content, Language, Violence

Summery: He was the boy who lived, but he just wanted to die. To find peace. He was under the boys spell. His body ached for him and he was drowning in those green eyes. He didnt understand it. Neither of them did. But soon Savitar will realize that even a Chthonian can find love.

Harry's knees turned to jello as he was experiencing the best kiss of his life. He was surprised at first, but his quickly returned the kiss, moving his hands to the back of the mans head and tip toeing so he could get all the more into the mans mouth. Savitar hands roamed south until they rested on the wizards ass. And it made the immortal harder to find out that the boy had a very fat heinie. He squeezed the boys ample bottom making him moan into his mouth.

Damn. If that wasn't the most amazing sound the immortal ever heard...

The battle for dominance in the kiss didnt last long as Savitar did a trick with his tongue the made Harry even more weak in the knee. The wizard whimpered as the man broke the kiss. He was about to ask why, but he he couldn't get it out as the man threw him onto the bed and was on top of him in a second. Savitar dipped his head and began attacking the boys neck. Sucking, licking, and biting, The immortal wanted to leave marks. A side of him he hadn't know about was rearing its head, and lust clouded his vision.

He shouldn't be doing this. He doesn't even know who this guy is. He should be destroying him, and yet he was. Hard as a rock and wanting to pound into this boy until neither could walk anymore.

Oh yeah...

He fully intended to see what that fat behind could do.

Using his powers he made the boys clothes fall from his body onto the bed. Harry was to hot and horny to pay attention to how he did that.

Savitar watched as the boy inhaled deeply and closed his eyes. He was in his bed and trembling. The thought made him harder than he could have imagined. His eyes traveled over the boys naked body and he licked his lips in hunger.

He growled appreciatively of the boys lean athletic body.

Harry was turned on by being straddled, but he didnt want to be easily dominated. In one swift graceful movement, Harry flipped the man over him so now the wizard was on top. The Chthonian was surprise, but he was interested to see where this was going.

Harry worked his way down kissing the mans neck, chest, and stomach. Each kiss making the man beneath him shiver a little.

When he reached the mans huge bulge, he unzipped the white pants and his cock sprang free. Harry was intimidated by how large it was. It looked smooth and thick. Harry didnt know what he was doing. He never sucked off a man before, but he had girls do it to him so he would have to try what they did.

Savitar gasped when the boy took his whole cock into his mouth. The whole thing. It had been centuries since someone could do that.

At first Harry was bobbing his head slowly taking agonizingly slow, long sucks, that were making the immortal crazy. Then he began to work him hard now, growling and sucking and slurping as noisily as he could, using his tongue to take long loud licks up and down Savitar's thick shaft.

The immortal loved the noises the boy was making. It was driving him wild to hear him sounding like he is the best thing the boy had in his mouth. He brought his hands to the boys head. Harry thought it was a signal to go harder, so he started slamming his mouth down on the man until his throat felt like it was being ripped open. Savitar put his hands in the boys hair and pulls him to stop.

Harry froze at the action. Memories of the past came to him and he remembered all the painful times his abusive uncle yanked on his hair.

Panicking harry removed his mouth from the mans cock and slapped his hands away, jumping off the bed. Savitar wanted to whimper form the sudden lose of warmth of the boys mouth. He saw the panic on the boys face, and he sat up watching the boy look around the room as if searching for something.

" What are you doing?" He sounded angry. Harry ignored him as he found his pants on the bed beside the man. He reached for them but Savitar grabbed him by the wrist. He looked the man in the face and saw the look of fury and murder in those lavender eyes.

" What the hell are you playing at."

Harry felt a surge of magic go through his body, he didnt know what was happening but at the same time he instantly knew. He held his hand out in front of the man and blast of energy flew from his hand hit the man in the chest and sent him flying across the room.

Harry grabbed his pants and searched the pockets for the port key he felt in them earlier. Savitar got up from the floor, his eyes turned from lavender to red as fury engulfed him.

He was going to bathe in the blood of this kid.

Harry had the portkey in hand and instantly he was teleported out of the room, the same time the man lunge at him.

Harry landed hard in an alley way. His naked form ache from landing on hard concrete. Damn there was something really wrong with that damn portkey. Speaking of which he noticed that was not in his hands anymore. At least he had his pants, which he really needed to put on. After putting them on he looked around to see where he was. All he knew was that it was night time. Hopefully there wasn't any people out, because he didnt want to have to explain why he was running around in nothing but pants.

He started to walk out the alley but stopped and feel to his knees. Harry's hands began to burn, agonizingly.

" Bloody hell!" he hissed through clenched teeth. He was looking at his hands and they were glowing red. His nails elongated and weird black ancient symbols covered his hands.

" The fuck is this?"

" Well, what do we have here?"

Harry turned around to find a group of six handsome blonde guys were in the alley with him. What disturbed him was they way they looked at him.

Like he was lunch.

They all smiled wickedly. Showing off sets of fangs.

Oh shit.

They all came at him quickly. Harry had to defend himself. Remembering what he just this to that tall guy he raised his hands and began firing blast of magic at them. When two of his shots it one of he men they blew up into gold dust.

The others stopped in their tracks. They all glared at Harry.

" A were hunter," one of them sneered. " Quickly lets kill him and take his powers." The other seemed to agree with that because they started moving again. And damn, did they move fast. Shooting more blast at them harry manage to kill two more. One came up from behind him, Harry was to late to realize this. But then the blonde screamed in pain and then burst into dust.

Harry turned around to see what did it, but no one was there. He heard the remaining two shout, and turned to see them burst into dust. Standing by their remains was a man. A tall, lean redheaded man looked at him. Eerie yellow eyes were filled with torment and power, and set in a face so delicately chiseled it bordered on pretty. Basically the guy was gorgeous. And harry thought that in a very heterosexual platonic way. His shoulder-length red hair framed his face perfectly. He was dressed in an all black goth clothing the man was a sight to behold. Especially since harry could feel the mans aura at screamed Ill-gut-you-like-a-chicken, with the promise of an ass-whooping. What really caught the wizards eye was the black leather collar around the mans neck. There was something about it that made Harry feel something. But he didnt understand what.

Then again it might be the guy. That voice in the back of Harry head that warns him of danger was screaming at him. He had to get out of here.

Jared approached the boy who was wearing nothing but pants. Whatever, he'd seen weirder.

The Sephirii had felt a spike in the universe, as well as a imbalance in the natural order, and a rupture in the ether.

He tracked the disturbance to New Orleans.

Here.

In this alley.

To this boy.

Harry didnt like the way the man was looking at him. Like if was sizing him up for a coffin, and studding him at the same time.

Jared scanned the boys body. His eye widened when he saw he boys hands. The black symbols on them were all to familiar.

Impossible. But to was, and Jared couldn't believe it.

Raw fury and hate tore through him, and Harry was lifted off the floor and slammed into the nearest wall by an unseen force.

" Who are you!" yelled the Sephirii. He stalked towards the boy and manifested Takara in his hands. Harry tried to move, but couldn't. He treed to think of a spell but remembered he didnt have his wand.

Yup he was dead.

But Harry wasn't afraid. Sure he didnt want to be stabbed to death with a sword, but hey, at least he was going to die.

" Do it," it came out as a whisper, but Jared heard it.

" I intend to," he raised Takara, preparing to deal the killing blow. Harry closed his eyes, and waited.

Acheron woke up from his slumber when he felt it. Getting out of bed slowly so to not wake up Tory, he changed his pajamas to clothes with only a thought, and teleported to his throne room.

There he was met with Jericho, son of Warcraft and Hate, Madoc, Nick, Sin, and much to his surprise Thorn. Nick was the first to speak.

" So im guessing you all just felt that."

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