WARNING: SMUT!


Alan quickly stood, look at Harry, "If I may, your honor."

Brown nodded, "Of course."

Alan walked around the table, buttoning his jacket, "Mr. Potter, you say you did this for the greater good."

Harry nodded, "I did."

Alan took a deep breath, Harry was going to kill him, "You sound as if you've had to do something for the greater good before."

Harry blinked at his husband. Where the fuck was he going with this? "I... I have."

"You were in war, isn't that correct, Mr. Potter?" Alan asked, knowing that it was in Harry's record that he had been promoted to General by the British Army. "You have dual citizenship. You are still a citizen of Britain. And, in the war, you were a General."

Harry's eyes became cold at Alan's words. "Yes, Mr. Shore, I was a General in the War." He emphasized the word 'war', knowing that both he and Alan were speaking of a different war than the court room thought.

"You had to make sacrifices," Alan asked.

"Yes." Came a harsh reply.

Alan nodded, glancing to Frank, who was looking to Harry with a new light. He knew this would make Frank more open to Harry. "What kind did you have to make?"

Harry shook his head, "I'm not overly-"

"Please, Harry, answer the question," Alan said, gently.

The court room was silent as they waited for Harry to respond. You could hear a pin drop. The only sign that Harry was even thinking about answering the question was his almost stricken face.

"I once had to kill a man face to face," Harry said, his fingers clenched as he thought of the day of the final battle.

"Why, Harry?" Alan asked, moving over to his husbands side.

"He had his weapon pointed at my troupe. It was..." He shook his head. He had to be careful not to tell the truth. "It would've killed us all if I didn't do something first."

Alan nodded, "So, you killed this man, to protect yourself."

"I killed him, Alan," Harry shouted, suddenly, making the court room jump, "to save the ones I cared about! This man was absolutely insane! He wore a grin the entire time he had his weapon pointed on us! He was ready to kill us all, laughing, shouting about impurities! Calling us all traitors!" Harry felt a tear fall, "Then, he turned his weapon to a little boy. He was only eleven. That was when I reacted. Just as he fired I jumped in the way. I had already pulled my weapon," his memory flashed as he remembered flying through the air, the green sparks firing from his wand, "I fired as I fell. He was dead within an instant." He closed his eyes, "He still had that sadistic grin on his face."

Alan nodded, sadly. His poor husband... He's had to face so much. "You saved that boy's life, Harry. Just like you saved that baby girl's." Harry didn't respond. "You obviously recovered." Harry nodded. "Do you regret what you did to save that boy, Mr. Potter?"

"Never," Harry responded, immediately. "Just like I don't regret saving that baby."

He moved to go to his seat, before turning back to Harry, "One more question, then you can step down." Harry wiped his face, but turned to his husband. "What was it that you named the baby?"

Harry frowned, knowing his husband already knew her name, "Hope, Mr. Shore. I named her Hope."

Alan nodded, before turning back to his seat.

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"I know you're angry about what happened, but I needed to do that." Alan said, as they walked into his office.

"Why, exactly, did you feel the need to bring up something so emotional, Alan?!" Harry demanded, crossing his arms, with a glare of rage.

Alan sighed, "Harry, while you right in your testimony with Frank, you also came off as a cold hearted dick!" He stared deep into his husbands eyes, "I love you, but when you get defensive, which you were you can be a total ass!"

Harry scoffed, "Of course I'm defensive, Alan!" He shouted. "They're trying to take my baby girl away from me!"

Alan stepped forward, "I know they're trying to take Hope away, Harry!" He shook his head, "I know, and I love her, too! This weekend was the best weekend I've had in a very long time." He sighed, closing his eyes, "I love you, Harry! And, I love Alexander! I fell in love with Hope as well. She is so beautiful, and sweet, and everything I could want in a baby girl!" He put his hands on Harry's shoulders. "I love you, my darling. I love our growing family. But, I needed to do that to you today. I needed to because if I didn't... you would've seemed to cold to care for the baby. You weren't coming off as compassionate. You were coming off as indifferent. They needed to see you as a caring person. Your sacrifice, even if it was for a world no one knows about, it proves you are caring."

"It's hard, Alan," Harry responded. "Remember, we were prisoners for a while. I lost myself when... when they..."

Alan wrapped his arms around his husbands. "Shh," Alan whispered. "It's alright. I know."

Harry sighed as he relaxed in his husbands embrace. "I love you, so much." He wrapped his arms around his Alan.

"I love you, too, Harry," Alan whispered. They basked in each others presence.

"Ahem," came a voice, forcing them to turn. Shirley Schmidt stood there, a small smile playing on her face. "Hello, Mr. Harry Potter, my name is Shirley Schmidt." She walked forward, her hand out stretched.

Harry smiled, grabbing her hand and, like the lord he was, pulled it to his lips and kissed the top. "Ms. Schmidt. How do you do?"

Shirley blushed slightly, but her smiled stayed. "I'm well, thank you." They let go of their hands. "Mr. Potter-"

"Harry, please," Harry interrupted. "I hate being called Mr. Potter."

Shirley nodded, "Harry. I want to thank you for coming to us with your problem and your business. While I don't normally share this with our clients, seeing as you are Alan's..." She hesitated. "I'm sorry, but what are you to Alan?"

Harry grinned, "I'm his husband, Ms. Schmidt."

Shirley's eyes bulged. "You're what?!" She looked between the two, before forcing her eyes to Alan. "You are married?! To a man?"

Alan had confusion in his eyes, looking almost genuinely curious, "Yes, Shirley. Is that a problem?"

She hesitated, but only for a beat, "No! Of course not. It's just... I never expected you to be married, much less to a man!" She got an eyebrow from both men before her. She looked down, momentarily, "I'm sorry, that... was rude of me. Harry, I recently found out what your case entailed. I was shocked, honestly. You purchased a baby, correct?"

Harry nodded, "Yes. I did."

Shirley shook her head, "Why? Surely, there was something else you could've done."

Harry paused, thinking, before answering, "I did what I had to, to ensure the child would be safe. Anything else wouldn't have worked for me. I would've always wondered what happened. Always. This way, I know she is safe."

"I think," came another voice from the door, "he did a hell of a job." Denny walked forward, his hand in his pocket, staring at Harry with a proud look. "You did the American thing, my boy. Instead of letting someone else take care of the problem, you took care of it. And with money!" Denny pat Harry on the shoulder, "We'll make a real American out of you, yet, my boy!"

Harry smiled at the older man. He nodded, and smirked, "Of course, Denny."

Alan, however, was looking at Denny as though he'd never seen him before. "Denny! You're a genius!" He walked over to his desk, sitting down.

Harry and Shirley looked to Alan with wide eyes.

Without batting an eye, however, Denny nodded, "Of course I am, Alan!" He looked to the other two, "And it's high time the people around here realized it!" He reached over, ignoring Shirley, grabbed Harry by the shoulders and proceeded to kiss him.

Harry, for his part, mostly didn't react, besides tilting his head so he didn't bump noses. As far as kisses went, it wasn't the worst. Denny wasn't over sloppy and he obviously knew what he was doing. But, he wasn't Alan. So, rather than kissing back, Harry stood there, allowing Denny what he would, before Denny pulled away, looking smug.

Denny looked amazed, at both himself and Harry. "I'm sorry, Harry. Ever since I met you, I've wondered what Alan saw in you. Now, I know. You are amazing in more ways than one." He nodded to Harry, who looked back with an amused smile on his face. Denny turned to Alan, "If you cheat on him again, Alan, I'll have to take him off your hands, do you understand me?"

Alan, not at all surprised by Denny's actions, nodded to him. "Of course, Denny, I would expect nothing else." He turned back to his writing.

At that, Denny strode from the room and out the door.

Shirley stared at Harry with something akin to respect. "I imagine that was nothing of a shock to you?"

"I've been waiting for him to do it for three and a half years." Harry responded, smiling kindly to the woman. "He's often told me that he wondered why Alan married me. I suppose he's found what he was looking for."

Shirley shook her head, but smiled at Harry. "I see you understand Denny better than I. I'll take my leave. Good luck tomorrow."

Harry waved, before turning to his husband. "Now, why is Denny a genius?"

Alan looked up, "You mean besides the obvious?" He set his pen down. "He gave me a novel idea for tomorrow."

Harry raised a brow, before flicking his finger. The door shut and locked by it's self. Alan leaned back in his chair, his eyes trained on his mate. Harry walked, no prowled, over to Alan with a dark look in his eyes.

"When was the last time you fed, my love?" Harry asked, reaching Alan's chair, which turned to face him.

Alan tilted his head, "From you? I'd say about three years."

Harry smiled and leaned over the arms of the chair. "My, my." He straddled his husband, "That is such a long wait. You must be famished!" He mock gasped.

Alan leaned forward, a hairs breath from Harry's lips, "Starving," he whispered, before capturing those delectable lips as his own.

Alan felt, more than heard, Harry moan into the touch. Harry opened his mouth and tongue met tongue in a fierce battle. Alan let go of his death grip on his chair, pushing his hands up Harry's back, relishing in the feel of the muscled spine. Suddenly, Alan's succubus abilities kicked in, causing his eyes to change color from their normal blue to a deep dark black. Suddenly, there was a rush of pheromones in the air, causing Harry to moan again. He brushed his arousal against Alan's, causing Harry to break the kiss and throw his head back.

Alan took that moment to latch onto Harry's throat. Merlin, it'd been too long for both of them. While Alan was able to feed, and stay healthy, on other people, he only ever felt truly satisfied after feeding from Harry. Harry was his mate.

Alan licked his way down Harry's neck, reaching the hollow in his throat. He lifted his hips, to meet Harry's thrusts, to maximize his husbands pleasure. Harry groaned at this, losing himself in sensation. He gripped harder onto Alan's shoulders, groaning deep as his husband sucked harder at his collar bone. Harry could feel pleasure spiking at every thrust. Alan's hands drifted to his hips, steadying him as their rhythm became faster and deeper.

Alan's own arousal became heightened as he attempted to match Harry thrust for thrust. Harry could feel his muscles coiling through him, readying him, as pheromone filled his nose making him thrust harder into Alan. Nails dug into Alan's shoulders, but he didn't even care. Panting into Harry's throat, he jerked Harry down hard, hoping this would assist his husband into reaching his orgasm.

It didn't. He needed to think of something fast, because he could feed himself if Harry didn't come.

"Mmm," he moaned, "oh, my love." Harry's face relaxed and his thrusts came faster. "My mate. Yes, I've missed you so." Harry's nails dug just a bit more. "Oh, Merlin, Harry! Oh, fuck, yes. Who do you belong to, my love?"

Harry panted harder, trying to get closer to Alan, "Oh, y-you... Alan... Uh... Alan... Please!"

Alan smirked, yes, Harry was getting quite close, "Please, what?"

"Nngh..." Was the only response given.

"Do you want to come, Harry?" Alan jerked Harry down, hard, again. This caused the man to shudder. "I want you to come. I want you to come so hard you can't breath." He jerked Harry down again. "Come on, baby." Harry started stuttering in his thrusts. "That's it, my love. That's it." He latched on to Harry's jugular, feeling for the vein there. When he felt it pulse under his tongue, he pulled back again. "Harry," he commanded, "come!" He thrust particularly hard into Harry as he pulled him down towards his hips.

Harry felt his release pushing forward at every word from Alan's sinful lips, but the moment Alan ordered him to come and the feeling of Alan's arousal forced into his... Harry suddenly felt an explosion. It was something he hadn't felt since his last time with Alan and he knew he would feel with no other.

The second Harry began to release, Alan allowed his frenulum needle to come forth. The needle pushed past the skin in Harry's throat and into his internal jugular vein, releasing neurotoxins as it went, allowing Harry to feel only a pinch and then only pleasure. The tip of the needle opened and Alan began to feed on Harry's release. The hormones began to fill Alan. His body didn't produce the necessary hormones for release, thus making it impossible to reach without a partner. Oxytocin began to fill Alan's blood stream and he felt his own release pulse and explode through him. He shuddered and gasped, the feeling of ejaculation after so many years, he felt as though he had almost died.

He pulled the needle out of Harry's neck as soon as he ate his fill. Both were panting as they came down from their high. Alan leaned his head on Harry's chest, breathing deeply his mates scent.

Harry wrapped his arms around Alan's shoulders, looking down at his husband, smiling. How had he gone three years without him?

"Alan," Harry said, smiling wider when he only got a grunt as a response. "You need to write down whatever it was that Denny said."

Alan took a deep breath, looking up to his husband. Harry's eye's widened a little, his face going from loving to slight shock in less than a second.

"What?" Alan asked, looking confused.

"Nothing," Harry smiled again, "you're just going to need to put on glamour."

Alan frowned hard, not realizing what Harry meant. Harry conjured a mirror. Curious, Alan looked into the mirror. Gone were the jowls at his jaws and the deep bags under his eyes. His lips were fuller and his jaw was squarer. His hairline was back to it's normal thickness and now that he looked down at himself, his body was no longer out of shape. No, he was who he was when he first met Harry. Young and strong. His clothing didn't fit any longer.

"Oh, dear," Alan said, looking back to his husband. "It looks like I'm going to need to glamour myself every day."

Harry smirked, waving his hand to clean up their mess and putting them back to order. He even tightened Alan's clothing so it didn't fall off of him. "I'll leave you to what ever it was you needed, my darling." He leaned forward and kissed Alan, before standing and walking to the door. Before reaching the door, however, he stopped.

He didn't move. He didn't turn. He didn't do anything, but stand there.

Alan watched him, a moment or two, allowing him his time, before calling out, "Harry?"

Harry turned back to him, and suddenly, Alan knew he was no longer speaking to Harry. Harry's eyes, all of them, had turned completely black. The entire eye, even the whites. He was staring at Alan with a completely blank face, no emotion. This wasn't Harry, Alan knew, because even Harry closed off his face, his eyes still had emotion. This creature's eyes didn't.

"Death," Alan greeted, nodding to him. "What can I help you with?"

"I come with only a warning, Succubus," Death responded, using Harry's mouth, but not his voice. Alan had come to realize that when Death was using his Master to impart wisdom, he had no accent. It made Alan feel wrong.

"And, that would be?" Alan asked, eyeing the being carefully.

"The final act is bloody, however pleasant all the rest of the play is: a little earth is thrown at last upon our head, and that is the end forever." Death responded, cryptically.

"Pascal," Alan noted, giving an eyebrow when no response was given. "I prefer Kerouac: 'The beauty of things that must end'." He watched as Death did not react. "Are you actually here to give a warning, or are we reciting poetry to one another?"

"This will end well and bad, Succubus," Death stated, "for my master knows not which he did."

Alan blinked, "Then why not tell him?"

"It is not my place to tell him," Death responded. "It is only my place to try and warn. He is, after all, my master."

Alan rolled his eyes, "So, to basically sum up, Harry did something that he doesn't know he did, and it's going to end tragically wonderful?"

"More like wonderfully tragic." Death said, walking forward, he leaned on the desk, "Be careful, Succubus, for this is to do with you as well."

Alan felt confusion on his face. "What do you mean?"

"Did you think it would not come back to haunt you, Succubus?" Death asked. Alan stared hard at Death, trying to understand what he was say. Death only stared back, blankly. He stood fully and blinked.

Suddenly, Harry had returned. He blinked, looking around in confusion. "What?" He looked at Alan's troubled face, before sighing. "Death again?"


AN: Alrighty! I thought I'd add a little mystery into this! I also apologize if the smut is just terrible! I hope you all enjoy this! I'll be updating it tomorrow!