Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Warnings: Angst, touching, mistakes, and some mature themes. AN at bottom of page.
Chapter eight
Harry jumped at the sound of Kerto's furious voice. He turned his head to stare at the side of Kerto's averted face and Draco who was weakly leaning against the door frame, his eyes spitting fire at the man embracing Harry. Harry's eyes lowered to Draco's slight figure in shock. He was clad in only a shirt, with small barely visible marks along the hem. He had rows of vibrant love bites across his neck made more startling by the silver spirals circling angrily across his skin, "Wha—." Kerto's irate voice broke through, "Harry come here. Do not argue, now!" Harry looked up at Feng confused; the beautiful man just smiled peacefully at him, and tightened his grip around Harry's waist.
"Hello, Kerto is it? It is very nice to meet you. I am Feng. I was sent here by the council to teach young Harry here. I am afraid that he cannot go to you. His power is dampened in my presence, and I am sure you don't want to be, scared stiff, shall we say."
The even politeness that came from Feng's lips seemed to infuriate Kerto further. The scent from Feng's skin deepened. Harry stared in amazement as his eyes met Kerto's for the first time in days. Remembering his anger a blush stained his cheeks, and he hid his face in Feng's shoulder. Feng's soothing hand caressed the length of Harry's hair. Harry shifted disconcerted, the hand was slightly too close to his bottom.
Harry stiffened as a second pair of hands wrapped themselves around his waist.
"He has to be in your presence, you do not need to touch him."
Kerto's voice was taut with irritation, as he pulled Harry onto his lap. Feng's eyes widened and musical lilting laughter filled the air.
"I apologize, I didn't realize you would be so, possessive, little Harry did look so very alone, so very vulnerable,"
Feng smiled showing elongated fangs. Harry shivered with cold, the temperature felt like it had dropped ten degrees. Kerto's arms around his waist tightened painfully, Harry gasped. Cold hands slithered along his shoulders, Harry glanced back. Draco was staring at Feng with unwavering fury. His body was draped over Kerto's back, and his arms barely reached Harry over Kerto's broad shoulders.
"Why did they send you, an unmated dominant?"
Kerto's voice echoed strangely in Harry's head as he stared at Feng in shock. Feng was a dominant. Didn't Kerto say that Harry wouldn't feel comfortable in the presence of other male Velulf's? What was going on?
"Send me? Well I guess they thought that if I didn't have a mate after sixty years I wouldn't be able to find one now. Isn't that curious?"
Feng was smiling tauntingly at Kerto. Kerto abruptly released Harry and stood over Feng. He drew his fist back; Harry winced at the rush of wind that followed his strike. He squeezed his eyes closed at the sound of flesh against flesh.
"Well, well look at this little puppy, so aggressive, little Kerto. Harry, please keep your eyes closed."
Harry squeezed his eyes closed tighter, and shivered at the rush of sound as a much louder smack echoed through the clearing. The world narrowed around Harry's eyes, and he struggled to keep his eyes closed.
"Kerto stop it, let go! Feng! Don't hurt him!"
Draco's frantic voice rang out clear and pained. Harry heard the sounds of fighting increase.
"Pll-eease!"
Draco's fearful voice sang. Harry couldn't take it any longer; he opened his eyes looking down at the ground.
"Stop it! Stop it right now!"
He screamed at the two fighting dominants. Kerto had his back to Harry and Feng was staring directly at Harry with surprise. They had both stopped moving. Tears were blurring Harry's vision. Harry stood and ran towards the house, fingers clenched to his eyes; he just wanted to scream.
Harry ran up the stairs the sound of his feet pounding against the wood echoed oddly in his ears. He stared straight down at the stairs so he didn't catch anyone unawares of his gaze. Harry froze. There was a strange sensation in his chest. Harry fell to his knees overwhelmed with pain. It felt as if his heart was tearing open. He lifted a hand to his chest. He felt the skin under his hand throb, and Harry choked back a scream. His wings began to shiver as they surrounded him, his muscles spasmed. His claws pierced his chest, blood slid down his fingers.
Harry's mind blanked and his wide scared eyes stared blankly in front of him. A profound pang stabbed his insides. Harry curled up on the ground his wings quivering around him as they curled against him. Ice creeped slowly through his veins, and a whimper escaped passed his lips. Harry grit his teeth his fangs digging into his lips. No! He wasn't going to let his creature win. He wasn't going to cry anymore. He could handle this pain.
"Harry. . . Please. . . Stop."
Warm hands cupped Harry's face. Harry opened his eyes. Feng was in front of him a mournful look on his perfect face.
"I am sorry Harry. I didn't mean for things to go this far. I didn't mean for Kerto to get involved."
Sweat trickled down Harry's face. Kerto? What did Feng do to Kerto? Did Feng hurt him? The anguish within Harry intensified, with fury Harry punched Feng. Feng didn't flinch. Strong arms pulled him close and held him prisoner. Harry scrambled to break free, his claws digging into Feng's skin.
"Harry. Harry! Harry! Calm down. Kerto is fine. Draco is tending to him. I am sorry. I only meant to taunt him a little. He was making you so sad. It was never my intention for things to escalate so quickly. With just a little teasing he exploded. Your dominant is quite volatile." Feng chuckled awkwardly.
Harry stared at him shocked, the pain in his chest lessening. A piercing relief filled his bones. Kerto was alright. Harry felt his breathing even out and his wings relax against him. Harry glared at Feng.
"Why did you do that? Why did you put me through that? What was that? Why did I feel so much pain all of the sudden?"
Harry tilted his head enquiringly at Feng. The man laughed awkwardly and lifted a hand to his cloud white hair. His face twisted in a way that would usually make someone appear unattractive but somehow made Feng look even more appealing. Harry stared. How could anyone be so pretty? Feng spoke jarring Harry from his thoughts.
"I suspect that you had such a strong reaction of seeing Kerto in danger, because he was fighting me. You see Harry. We are neutral's to one another. I suspect that seeing two potential mates in danger caused a rather negative reaction inside of you. I also suspect that you have a mild empathetic ability. Which means you can feel the pain of others. Harry?"
Harry was staring shocked at Feng. What? His mind was twirling with confusion. Neutral? Empathetic? Did that mean Feng was his mate as well?
"What's a neutral?"
Feng smiled surprised before answering.
"Ah, I forgot you are a fledgling. A neutral is not a mate exactly. They can be mates however most Neutral's are two people who are, well, neutral to one another. Hmm. Let me put it this way. You know how I can neutralize your power of petrification. I have the elemental association with wind, ehehehe, as my name suggests. This wind allows me to keep your fire ability calm, but at the same time I could fan the flames and increase your ability tenfold. I also have the ability of causing someone great harm with my eyes. Only I melt people, not petrify them. Luckily for everyone around me I have had many years to practice. This leads me back to my point a neutral is someone who can control, and be controlled by someone who is complementary. When I say we are neutrals, we simply have opposite abilities. We are magically compatible, that is all. Do you understand?"
Harry nodded slowly.
"Is that why I feel so safe with you?"
Harry clenched his fists by his side, as his face heated with embarrassment. He waited staring at Feng with clenched teeth, as the man snickered behind his hand.
"Feng."
"Alright, sorry, sorry. TouCHy." Feng laughed.
"Yes, the reason you feel safe with me is probably because we are neutral to one another. I suspect as we get to know one another your magic will realize that we are not mates. Now, I have asked Kerto to stay behind. As I thought it would be best if I explained what had happened first. But I can see by his face that he getting impatient."
Feng laughed merrily, his blue eyes twinkling madly.
A loud growl echoed in the room. Harry spun around. He felt Feng grasp his wrist calmly. Kerto had his eyes closed, and his face projected his annoyance. Draco stood slightly behind him with closed eyes as well. Harry narrowed his eyes at the smirk gracing Draco's smug face. Prat.
"You can open your eyes."
Feng said his voice held a note of condescension. Harry shot him a heated glare. His breath stopped as Kerto opened his eyes and stared at Harry dolefully. He took a step forward Harry stiffened. They stared at each other warily. Harry didn't know what to do. Harry started when he heard a snort. He squeaked when Draco grabbed him and pulled him close, his hands squeezing Harry's arse. One of Draco's hands entangled in Harry's hair and pulled. Harry shivered as Draco sniffed his neck. Harry tried to turn his head. Draco forced his head back. Harry opened his mouth to protest. Draco bit down. Harry's knees buckled. Feng's tight grip on Harry's arm held him up.
"Gahhh!"
The sharp pain eased as Draco licked him. Harry moaned as Draco shifted his hips an aligned their crotches. The pressure of Draco body against his soothed him, Harry went limp and willingly opened his mouth to Draco's metallic kiss. Small moans vibrated along his throat. Harry couldn't breathe. His heart pounded sharply against Draco's chest, and he felt the returning hum. Harry pulled back panting, and dazed as he stared at Draco. He was jolted back to reality as silver spirals, and molten silver eyes glinted back at him. Harry blinked startled. Kerto was behind Draco his arms wrapped tightly around his waist. Draco leered at Harry. His eyes shot to Feng with unease.
"I don't like his scent on you Harry. You will not let him touch you anymore. Got it."
Harry blanched. How dare Draco tell him what to do!
"I will touch anyone I want!" Harry said, his voice shaking with fury.
Draco was pulled from Harry and thrust behind Kerto.
"Draco. Stay." Kerto said, and Draco immediately stilled.
Kerto stared at Harry. His golden eyes glinted dangerously. He stepped closer. Harry froze. Kerto grabbed him. Careful not to break Feng's hold on Harry's wrist, Kerto pulled Harry close. Harry was flush against Kerto's body; his toes barely touched the floor. He stared up into Kerto's eyes. Kerto lowered his head his lips a fraction from Harry's. Harry's eyes fluttered as he closed the distance. Kerto's spicy warm taste filled his mouth, familiar and all at once strange. Harry's lips tingled as flames tickled along his skin. Harry's eyes snapped open, as he felt Kerto's hand drift down and cup his bottom. His awakened member twitched inside his pants.
"Oh, man. Seriously you two!"
Feng's disgusted voice sounded out,
"I am right behind you, you know."
Kerto lifted his head and glared steadily at Feng for interrupting, before he tilted Harry's head back and sank his teeth into the mark marring Harry's neck. A pained moan tore from Harry's throat. His cock twitched and he came as overwhelming pleasure filled him. Kerto pulled back smugly licking Harry's blood off his lips, his hands still around Harry holding him up. Harry blushed and looked down. His eyes widened. Kerto's tight pants had a rather large bulge. Harry couldn't take his eyes away from that bulge. He had felt it pressed against him, but he hadn't realized how ridiculous it looked from the outside. It looked as it Kerto put something in his pants like a twelve year old trying to look like he had a huge dick. Harry snickered. Kerto's hands tightened on his waist. Harry looked up his eyes filled with mirth. Kerto was looking at him like a disconcerted puppy. Harry laughed. Kerto glared at him, and cleared his throat.
"I agree with Draco. I do not like having someone else's scent on you. But since Feng is going to be teaching you I suppose we will have to get used to his, smell."
Kerto wrinkled his nose on the last word. Harry heard Draco mutter something that sounded like,
"Smell my ass. More like rotten stench,"
Before Kerto shot him a glare and a reminder to stay silent.
Harry laughed feeling light all of the sudden. He glanced back at Feng and watched him stare at Draco with amusement. Warm bubbles seemed to dance in Harry's chest. He felt really sparkly. The scent of his mates on his skin, and the reminder of their fangs in his neck brought him a strange sense of joy. Harry frowned. Wait. What? He was happy they bit him? Harry looked up at Kerto worried. Feng's amused laughter startled him out of his worry. Harry felt the pressure on his wrist, and he gasped as Feng pulled him into his arms. Harry stared at Kerto and Draco shocked as Feng pulled back Harry's head his lips caressing his neck.
"I guess it is my turn now."
And Harry felt pain.
TBC. . .
Sorry this chapter took so long. I originally started posting with the idea that I would write very short stories since I do not have a enough free time to really flesh out a story. I started to write this thinking it would be over within a few chapters and less than 25K however that is not the case. This story is going to be around 40K to 50K which is way more than I had planned. Therefore, please be patient with me as I try and plan a relatively stable story line, I will try to update whenever I have a moment to spare. The story is going to be really Angsty the next few chapters, Ah, sorry. The end will be happy as I hate tragedies. If I made any mistakes please let me know, when I go back over and re-edit the chapters I will take those errors in account.
Thanks for reading,
Demonfawn
