A/N: Yay! This is actually a Harry/OC with implied HP/LV, so enjoy! SHAMELESS SLASH!

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Prompt043-Burn

The hot water poured down on them in the silence of the shower. Jesse was supporting all of the 100 pounds of tiny boy in his arms. His boxers were plastered wettly to his body. Harry sighed with a small smile. Jesse was such a good friend. He was always taking care of him. The vampire was occupied with slowly rinsing the shampoo from Harry's black hair.

"This has to stop Harry." Jesse said calmly.

He sighed, looking down over the damage from the latest beating. More bruises and cuts marred his torso and hips. The bruises were a sickly black color and were a sharp contrast with his malnourished pale skin. What had he ever done to deserve the hate his relatives held for him? The reminder of it all brought a shiver from his thin body and the ever present darkness back to his eyes. He was very surprised that he hadn't broken something this time.

"I know but...don't hurt them, ok?"

Jesse glared at him but not because he was angry with him. He was just so frustrated by Harry's willingness to let bad people off the hook. He just wasn't an aggressive person. He would let people do whatever they wanted to him and every time, he would find a way to justify it to himself. Jesse's skin was so pale but it was perfect. Flawless. Thinking of it made him feel freakish and want to hide himself. One of those careful, loving hands stroked his head, getting the last of the shampoo out. Should he tell him? Jesse took such good care of him...He could trust him not to laugh.

Jesse wanted to groan. He had wet dreams about these times. He was constantly forcing himself not to grow hard. Think of something else. Think of anything else. Something other than Harry's lovely body pressed against him, wet and comfortable. If it were a different time and place, Jesse would push him against the shower wall and ravish him. Harry was, after all, his. His mate. He had already claimed him. Not officially, of course, because that would involve sex and, that, his little love was not yet ready for. But every breath the green eyed vixen took sighed against his collar bone, driving him absolutely wild. Jesse swallowed hard, hoping that Harry didn't notice.

"Jesse...? I've been having these dreams...Odd ones." Harry whispered, nuzzling his neck.

Too cute. He was so innocent. So dependant on him for affection.

"Really?"

"Yes. There is this man with red eyes. He tells me that he is going to come and save me from the Dursleys and Dumbledore and everyone. And then we..." He stopped, a crimson blush staining his cheeks, a frown settling between his eyebrows.

Jesse didn't need anymore hint than that. Harry was having those kinds of dreams about another man...? He could feel his eyes turn red from barely concealed anger.

"Jesse? Your not mad at me are you?" The dejection and hurt in Harry's voice made his eyes change back to their original silver color.

His arms traced their way around the thin frame against him and he shook his head. He wasn't mad. But he had an idea who the red eyed man was even if Harry didn't and he would be thrice damned before he let HIM have his mate! Harry may have not been aware of his connection to the Dark Lord but he and his sire had seen it for what it was immediately.

"C'mon. Let's get ready for bed."

~O~

Two pairs of dry boxers later, they were both snuggled warmly in Jesse's bed. Harry had burrowed his way into the vampire's arms, ending up with his whole body flush against poor Jesse's. The heir of the Levesque clan would often just watch Harry long after he fell asleep, just wondering at the beauty and frailty in his arms. Harry had been asleep for only half and hour when he made the first whimper.

' A hot tongue trailed it's way up his neck. Hands gripped his young thighs tightly. It hurt alittle but it was a pain laced with pleasure. He wanted those hands on him. Harry gave a low keening, begging noise. The person above him smirked and he could see them now. The red eyes. They gazed at him and he was not afraid but captivated. Entranced as if under some powerful spell that he couldn't even begin to muster the desire to break. But desire was there. Something hot and heavy lay against his stomach and he reached down to touch it. The thing was soft to the touch but hard, pulsating. The man shivered.

'Your going to undo me, pet, if you do that too much. Not that I will complain much.'

The sibilant hisses tightened things low in his body instantly and one of the sinful hands slid between them to caress and massage his quickly growing body. He whimpered and his dream-lover increased the friction. Harry ran his nails down the pale back above him, unable to restrain the sounds of his pleasure. The long thing on his stomach twitched and burned and the man let out a harsh hiss when his young hand moved up and down it's length.

'Tell me...Tell me and I will give you more than you can imagine...' He whispered hotly in Harry's ear.

He bucked up to meet the hand but his hips were quickly restrained. No! More! Not less! Tell him what?! What did he need to know?! What?! He wanted to scream the question but words wouldn't form all of the sudden. Harry tried to plead with his eyes but to no avail.

'Tell me...'

It was the last thing he heard before he was jerked back rudely into consciousness.

~ o ~

Jesse couldn't take it. Harry, his future mate, was laying in his arms, trapped in the throws of an intense dream, writhing against him. It was enough to undo any hot blooded gay male. He just wished it was himself that his love was dreaming about. Harry gave a particularly violent grind and Jesse dug his nails into his arms deep enough to draw blood in an effort not to touch the boy. Or himself. He was hard as a rock and the way they were laying, he was situated right at Harry's back. A delicious, irresistible smell overwhelmed him and his vampire blood raced. The beast in him responded to Harry's arousal with some of it's own. He had never been more excited in his life. 90 years worth of life. Then again, his mate had never been grinding against his happy parts either. Harry jerked up in bed, sweat pouring down his body. Bandages were all over him. Jesse fell deathly still. His eyes had bled to red with the awakening of his beast.

"Jesse!!!" He cried, curling around himself.

This was very obviously a new problem for his virginal friend. Jesse doubted that Harry had ever even touched himself. He was too naive for that. He quickly forced his hunger down, only to rub circles on the distressed teen's back. Harry gasped at the touch on his overly sensitive skin. It took quite some time for Jesse to be able to finally summon his voice.

"Harry...are you alright...?"

The dark haired boy was hiding his face in his hands and he gently forced him to look up. Harry's face was completely red. With his eyes wide and little pants coming out of his slightly parted lips he was a sight that even angels would become rapists at. His beast wanted him to claim his mate. It whispered seductively in his mind.

'Mate him. Mark him. Mine! Soothe. Demand his submission.'

"I feel...like I'm about to blow up...Incomplete. Like something should have happened and it didn't. I don't like it...Make it go away Jesse...Please..."

That just flat out did it for him. The last please, Harry begging and practically in his lap, just did it. Jesse purred low in his throat and Harry caught the sound. He could see something instinctual click into place in his friend. He had been slipping Harry vampire blood for half a year now. He had gained the instincts of one of them. Blood from both himself and his sire.

"Do you trust me, Harry...?" He whispered, his voice husky but still containing that mesmerizing purr.

He nodded, looking up at the crimson eyes with a devotion that surpassed any he had ever seen in someone. He did trust him. Very much so. A slight hand touched his leg and Jesse pulled Harry into his lap. Before the tiny gasp could make it out of his mouth, Jesse's lips were on his. It was almost like something else took over his mind and actions but Harry certainly wasn't complaining. He found himself flat on the bed with a century of horny vampire above him. It seemed as if every nerve ending was on fire. The hands roaming his body were very attentive to the sensitive spots. A tongue licked over his collar bone before he was kissed possessively again. Harry could feel a dainty pair of fangs in the wicked mouth. He kind of...liked it. It was arousing when they traced along his tongue drawing small drops of blood here and there.

Jesse's hands had reached his boxers and slowly slipped inside. His fingertips trailed along the delicate, dancer like hips and a groan escaped him. Harry whispered his name in desperation, arching upwards for more contact. Without warning, Jesse wrapped his hand around his body, drawing a cry from his mate that rocked him. He moved the hand gently, at first, and then faster at Harry's pleading insistence. He was in Heaven. Every time his hand moved, Harry thrust upward. Since he currently had his knee in between his friend's legs, the virgin's thigh rocked against his groin. It was a torturous, never ending cycle. Harry's breaths were coming harder and faster now and Jesse knew that they were both nearly done.

" Harry, please... Let me feed..." He pleaded and the other boy nodded jerkily.

With a groan, Jesse lunged forward, biting the exposed neck. Harry's pulse was like a trapped bird. He tasted so good. Like sweetness. Or orgasm. A few short strokes later and his tiny partner had spilled all over his hand and on his bruised stomach. It was only a moment later Jesse followed. He carefully drew his fangs from Harry's neck. The green eyes were glazed over with post-orgasm haze. The bite oozed a drop of blood before his saliva sealed it completely. It was a gorgeous sight to behold, one he would surely dream about for some time after. Sometime in the heated passion, their hands had become entwined with each other. He leaned down to kiss the sweaty, flushed cheek with a smile.

"Does this mean that we are...lovers? Boyfriends? Friends with benefits? Does it mean anything?" Harry asked and allowed himself to be covered once again, nestled snug in the safety of Jesse's embrace.

"What do you want it to mean? I'm not averse to any of those choices."

"Mmmmm...boyfriends?" He said it like a question making the older boy chuckle against his neck.

"How about mates?"

The question was whispered against Harry's neck where the bite rested. He could instantly feel the tension spike in his young lover and understandably so. If they truly became mates, Harry would live forever and he would have to come live with him permanently. He wouldn't be able to go back to school or see his wretched family.

"I don't know if I'm ready for that yet Jesse...I'm sorry..." His voice truly was regretful and he was just so damned cute!

"It's alright, Harry. Boyfriends then. And you know I can't let you go back to your relative's home. I will have your things brought but I won't let you go back."

Harry blushed again but a small smile crept into the corners of his mouth. However, something in his mind screamed against it all. Demanded that he go back and wait because the red eyed man would come for him and he needed to be there. He bit down on his lip, making his new boyfriend frown. Jesse slipped into his mind and read the hesitancy. Damn that cheeky Lord Voldemort! Despite the hesitancy, Harry said nothing but snuggled deeper against him and closed his eyes for sleep. Jesse inwardly sighed. He needed to talk to Pere about this.

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His Pere looked at him incredulously.

"You did what?"

Jesse stared him down, unwilling to release his end of the discussion. He knew that he had done what was right.

"I claimed Harry. He is not ready to be true mates yet but I know he will get better. I told him he has to come live with us, but he's so stubborn!" He growled, not at all mad at the boy sleeping up in his room.

His Father raised an amused eyebrow.

"Oh? And why is that, my ever dutiful child?" Kristophe asked, clipping the ends off of some roses he had rescued from the storm outside.

His auburn hair was gathered at the base of his neck as it had been since Jesse had first met Kristophe all those decades ago. He frowned at his Father. He was always coming up with random names and terms to call him by.

"Because that damned Dark Lord! He's been sending Harry dreams through that link of theirs, telling him that he's going to come for him soon. Harry is determined to wait for him! Can you believe it?!" He fumed, huffing, before finding himself plopped into a chair.

Pere smiled. His childe was so funny sometimes. So protective.

"Oh, yes. I can believe it. Your little one has never had anyone before, Jesse. No one to relate to or even to care about his sad but untimely predicament. Then this new person appears that wants to save him from all of it. Even if it meant that you would have to sacrifice some things that you love, wouldn't you wish for something better?"

~ o ~

Harry lay in his bed at the Dursley's, waiting as he had been for three days for the mysterious man to come for him. He tossed in his bed, aching for sleep and relief from the burning fever that coursed through him. A body wracking cough shook his frail form and he gripped his throat painfully. It seemed like his whole body was writhing in agony and sickness. He wished Jesse was with him. He rached over to his side table weakly, groping for the cell phone that his boyfriend had bought him months ago. He had Jesse on speed dial. His hand shook violently as he raised it to his ear.

"Harry?" The vampire answered lightly, confused as to why he would be calling at two in the morning.

"Jesse..." His voice sounded like he was speaking through gravel and he could hear the tension suddenly in the other teen's voice.

"Harry? Are you okay? What's wrong?"

His voice sounded concerned and almost frantic. Harry never got sick after all.

"I don't...feel so good." He gasped painfully, agony shooting through his cough abused and sore throat, "Will you...?"

"I'll be right there. Don't move and stay in bed." Jesse demanded before he clicked the phone off and began his rush over.

Harry sighed, gripping his head against the pain that wa flaring up inside his skull. A dreadful moan escaped his throat at the agony. When Jesse arrived five minutes later, thank Merlin for vampiric speed!, he literally sobbed in relief. His boyfriend rushed over to him after scaling the outside wall into his window. He reached up towards him, wrapping his fevered body around Jesse's cool figure.

"Heavens, Harry, you're burning up! How long have you been like this?" Jesse asked, fretting over him anxiously.

"Started...when I left your place..."

"That was three days ago!"

Jesse growled and wrapped him up in the threadbare blanket, pausing to instead remove his jacket and wrap it around him beneath the scratchy, unforgiving worn material. He cradled Harry in his arms and jumped out of the open window.

~ o ~

His father was looking over Harry now. They had a big problem. Apparently, the vampire blood that he had been slipping Harry was conflicting with his humanity and reeking havoc on his body. They may just have to turn him to save his life. That or...He growled at the very thought of asking the Dark Bastard for help. That- That mate stealer! He scoffed at himself. Oh Merlin, he was so NOT pouting. Okay, maybe just a little. But what was he supposed to do?! His mate was attracted to that jerk off! A knock came at his door and he walked distractedly to the door. He jerked the door open irritably. Unfortunately the source of his irritation was standing behind he door with a cocky smirk on his stupid face.

"I think you have something that belongs to me, little prince." The Dark Lord purred silkily.