Oblivious to the Obvious (Betaed by Alfsigr)
Rated: NC-17
Pairings: LVHP/TMHP
Warnings: EXTREME MAN SEX!!! Almost rape…AND MORE MAN SEX!!!
Disclaimer: Dudes. Do I look like a own the mind of a mega movie making writer's head? No! Not really! Okies? Dun sue meh.
Note: I've gotten rather addicted to this story line, so I might be updating this one more. So until I get more reviews for TOF, I won't really be working on it. 8 reviews folks. Just 8. makes a writer sad ya know? And mucho thanks to my buddy, Alfsigr for helping me Beta this. You are just too awesome.
Previously:
"It would definitely benefit the both of you if you got together…
"However…" Both males turned full attention to the vampire, whose fingers were laced in front of her lips in a very ominous manner.
"I cannot allow the two of you to be together."
Normally, Tom was a very pleasant guy. Normally, he was a very charming ladies man. Normally, he would never directly harm a female in any bodily manner.
Normally, Tom was not a bundle of raging hormones threatening to throw all hell to the sky and ravish adorable, black-haired, green-eyed cat-demis.
So
Keeping that in mind
Please do not be shocked that he currently had both hands wrapped rather tightly around a certain thousand year old vampire's neck. It wouldn't kill her of course, vampires didn't need to breathe, but it did cause her a good amount of discomfort and it did prevent her vocal cords from functioning correctly.
Now, a few things happened in succession.
Deayva started flailing…
Which caused her foot to land on a chair…
Which caused the chair to flip into the air… ((A/N: …I made a rhyme…))
Which crashed into a table…
Which sent the table top flipping up…
Which sent the drinks on the table flipping up…
Which landed.
On Tom…
And Harry…
Now picture this:
Tom is a bag of rampaging testosterone while Harry is an alluring little submissive who oozes pheromones. They are both soaking wet. Harry has a large white shirt on.
Cat-boy pheromones wet white shirt sex deprived underworld overlord.
Yeah.
Can we all say erection???
Tom sat calmly in his chair in one of the private, first rate rooms on the dance floor level. He let his body relax in the emerald green couch that he was laying on, his head falling back onto one armrest while his feet rested on the other. He was exhausted, mentally and physically…but mostly mentally.
After the drinks had thrown themselves rather generously over Tom's and Harry's bodies (Dea was miraculously dry), the two were ordered into the backrooms to get dried off before they could talk. Tom's generous 'gift' did not go unnoticed. Harry flushed a very deep red color when Tom turned full body to him, and Tom was pretty sure that more than one person gawked at his bulge as he walked into the staff room (some redhead at the bar gave him a 'nice job' look and gestured at Harry). Tom didn't mind though. He always thought that if you had it, flaunt it.
Now the interesting part has yet to come.
Once in the room, Harry, still soaking wet, very quickly stripped off his clothes after turning away. This gave Tom a very nice view of his very naked backside. This caused Tom's 'places' to twitch and his nose started to gush blood all over the floor. Harry, understanding this reaction after the last few times he'd met with a guest, flushed even darker (was that possible?) and quickly proceeded to KO Tom via fist to face. Surprisingly, the young boy was strong. Harry then ran into one of the lockers, which evidently served as an emergency escape route that was only accessible by a magic password (that Tom did not have).
Grudgingly, Tom forced himself into a cold shower (which he located in locker number 256), dressed himself in the black silk robes handed to him by a stuttering house elf named Topp, and was escorted into the room he was in now by another house elf named Tipp. It had been more than half an hour since he arrived, which gave him time to calm down from his hormone high and contemplate what had happened.
Sure he's met many beings that were dazzling, but never had he experienced something so intense. The want – no, the need – to fuck the green-eyed beauty into every single piece of furniture and in every single possible (and perhaps some impossible) positions drove him so far off the deep end that it actually dented his perfectly honed stoic mask and forced him to do things that now seemed so insanely out of character. Something was definitely up. He doubted that it was a potion or charm. Only Snape could produce something of the like, and the last time one of his concoctions found its way to the digestive system of the Dark Lord, well, let's just leave that to history. He knew for a fact that no one, not even Dumbledore himself, could cast a charm that powerful, let alone successfully cast it on Tom. If it was some sort of prophesy, so help him he would go back in time to Crucio Merlin until the fart was dead. That meant that there was only one possibility left, and the authoress, being the evil little twit she is, will not be informing the readers of said possibility until later in the story.
Just as Tom's brain was starting to develop a horrible migraine from the thinking and something else he couldn't put a name too, Deayva (that little Satan spawn) and Harry (who was blushing glaring (pouting) hiding behind Dea) walked into the room. Tom instantly snapped himself from the couch and stomped his way up to the master vampire.
"I demand to know what the hell is going on." He said, the venomous voice accompanied by a death glare and a fisted shirt on the side. Being alone with his life-long acquaintance (friend) and the boy he intends to screw into the next decade, he didn't have to plaster on his 'cool face'. Dea, with a very happy (evil?) smile, swatted off Tom's hand from the front of her shirt and took a seat on the chair next to her. She gestured for both Tom and Harry to sit as well, and being that her chair and the couch were the only two pieces of seating furniture in the room, they both sat on it, Harry pointedly keeping himself as far away from the 'uber-pervert' as possible.
"Okay. So I'm guessing that I have questions to answer?" Dea asked calmly.
The rockets set off.
"Why can't I buy Harry?" (Tom)
"Why do I have to be bought?" (Harry)
"What did you spike my drink with?" (Tom)
"Did you charm my ass again?" (Harry)
"Did you sneak into my dreams again?" (Tom) (Referring to that one time when Dea snuck into a little dream bubble Tom had and screwed his mind over for the next decade.)
"Why do you keep trying to sell me?" (Harry)
And of course,
"Why the hell are you smirking like that???" (Both)
Keep in mind that all of this was very amusing for the hell raising devil child.
"Okay. Okay." She started, her hands up in front of her in a 'calm down' gesture, "I understand that you both have your questions, and I'll try to answer them." No. She's not really going to try. She'll just answer the ones she feels are worth answering.
"First off, I honestly don't know what the hell is going on between the two of you." Harry and Tom looked at each other. "It feels like a mating bond, but different." Tom's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He never agreed to a mating bond and he was sure as hell his parents couldn't bond him to a boy who was born after their death.
"How so?" he asked, his eyebrow raised in question.
"Well-"
"What's a mating bond?" Harry asked. Being raised in a very strict, magic-detesting human squib family did not do much for his wizardly knowledge. Even after the merging of the wizard and the muggle worlds, there were still many who resented the opposing side.
"A mating bond is a bond between two people who are to be wed in the future. It is normally placed on them at birth by their parents as marriage arrangements, though there are some who use the bond to become closer to the ones they love, because not only does it tie together their minds, but also their magic, which makes them nearly impossible to break from the outside unless due to extreme circumstances." Dea explained. Harry nodded and fell silent.
"So how is it different?" Tom asked.
"I'm not sure." Dea answered. Her chin met her palm as her elbow met the armrest of the chair, her brows knitted together pensively. "It just feels too powerful to be a bond like that. It could be a Celestial bond…but that would require the two of you being born on the same day at the same time within a hundred yards from each other." Dea fell into her musing for a second, leaving the room in blissful silence before Harry's boredom and utter confusion got the better of him.
His right ear twitched with annoyance and his tail flick impatiently against the couch.
"Bonding-shmonding aside, I think there is a more immediate matter at hand." Tom turned and Dea looked up with a snap of a neck.
"Why the hell do I have to go with this pervert?" Harry yelled, pointing an accusing finger to the man beside him.
Tom stared at said finger, wanting to take that digit into his mouth…then slowly kiss his way up that delicate arm…then over the curve of his shoulder…then nibble at the soft, inviting arch of his neck while he mewls-
"Tom!" Tom whipped his head up and away from the demi-cat cutie to turn to the resident pain in the ass.
"Stop thinking. You know what it does to you." The resident pain ordered. Tom huffed and turned away. Dea, happy with the results, focused once again on the fuming little Harry.
"Anyway. Go on Harry."
"I don't want to be sold Deayva!" Harry whined. "I don't want to be raped to death!" Harry's ears flattened down a bit and his tail came to curl itself around his waist, as if it provided him some sort of protection…which it didn't.
"Oh come on Harry! It won't be that bad! Besides! You're going to have to loose your virginity some time. Why not to the underworld one-man super power?" Dea offered jokingly as a statement of comfort. Harry obviously did not appreciate it seeing as how he grabbed the nearest object (being a very firm piece of fruit) and hummed it at the vampire with (yet again) a surprising amount of force, causing her to flip back and over her chair, which followed her and flipped back. Tom winced in sympathy, having experienced Harry's abnormal strength for himself.
"I REFUSE TO BE A PLAY THING FOR MR. LIBIDO!!" Harry screamed, the fur on his ears and tail sticking out from annoyance. Deayva crawled up from the ground holding onto her bleeding nose and righted her chair.
"I understand this Harry; I really do, but…" Dea took a moment to re-situate herself and wipe away the quickly drying blood from her upperlip.
"But what?" Harry snapped. Tom, though completely infatuated with the young boy, kept his tongue. He didn't want to die young. Deayva suddenly became rather serious, surprising the two other occupants.
"As you know, there have been many people who have requested your company Harry (Harry nods, Tom scowls), but you don't know how many." Pause. "46 Harry; 46 people have approached me personally about you, and many more have inquired through other means."
"What the hell does that have to do with Harry's ownership rights?" Tom asked. Deayva sighed and pulled out a piece of parchment.
"This is a petition for Harry's auction, to be taken place in exactly one month."
Ending notes: Short? I know. And I've made a decision.
I have left you a cliffie.
I have turned on anonymous review.
I will not be posting more until I know for a fact that this project is indeed worth my time.
I will be writing the chapters, yes, but I will not post them until I deem this story worth it.
The fates of cat-boi Harry and bishie Tom are in your hands now readers.
R.E.V.I.E.W.