Ok, new prompt. The Lightning Challenge - Vlad meeting mindwiped Robin in the future. Except it also fakes place in my Chosen One Shots universe - where Vlad and Harry are vampires and gay boys together! So, lets see how this goes. All the warnings for all the boy loving!
-YDHP-
"Are you sure my ears won't explode?"
"Positive. It's uncomfortable at first, but you'll get used to it."
Harry eyed his boyfriend suspiciously, but nodded all the same and finished buttoning up his slim black shirt. Vampires really did look good in black. It had been over a year since the whole biting and turning thing, and Harry actually loved this life now - his friends had mostly come around, he had Vlad and he was immortal without the horcruxes. Life was pretty good.
That didn't mean he wasn't wary of going to a nightclub. Vlad had done it many times before Harry became a permanent fixture, but between the dodging madmen and reclusive lifestyle, Harry had never had time. He wasn't sure the loud music wouldn't hurt his hearing, though he trusted Vlad to stop him losing his head and biting anybody. That was why they had waited a year - to make sure the half fang understood hunger and how to cope.
Vlad slid arms around his waist, nuzzling into his neck and he could feel the smiling lips on his skin.
"You look amazing. We should go before I lock you in my coffin all night."
Shivering as Vlad brushed a kiss over the side of his jaw, it sounded immensely appealing but he was determined to prove to himself he could be around humans again en masse. Both as a vampire and a mildly reclusive wizard. Cool fingers slid through his, squeezing lightly, reassuring him.
"Right. Let's go before I let you."
Vlad chuckled against his neck, looking equally devastating in his black short sleeved shirt, crimson waistcoat and tie - a little formal, but he looked so good Harry doubted anyone would care. Least of all him - he was probably drooling.
He could hear the music from the top of the street, pulsing beats but Vlad promised it was different in there.
"Breathers can order drinks and hear each other so it can't be that loud."
Rolling his eyes, Harry braced himself as they made it through the door, the sound pretty uncomfortable already and people all around. It was slightly overwhelming and he didn't envision it getting better. Vlad plied him with an alcoholic drink - he had only ever imbibed wizard alcohol, this muggle version was a little gross.
He found himself pulled onto the dance floor, awkward to the extreme but highly aware many people, male and female, were eyeing his boyfriend. He didn't blame them, Vlad was gorgeous. And mindblowing in bed, but they weren't about to find that out.
Uncaring of the atmosphere around them, Vlad cupped his jaw and kissed him, soft and sweet and it relaxed him. He couldn't dance, but he tried until Vlad rolled his eyes fondly, turned him around and danced with his hands on his hips. The alcohol made everything a little blurry, and he began to tune out the volume of the music, feeling the beat run through him like a pulse once had. Vlad moved in time, and he got a thrill of arousal feeling Vlad's erection against his back.
He felt nervous when Vlad groped him openly, squeezing at his groin and Harry gasped - nobody could hear them, but they could see them. Then he took a look around and realised they were being fairly tame - there was a couple in one corner blatantly with their hands down each others jeans.
Vlad turned him back around and kissed him roughly, sending heat surging through him in a way that was cruel. Mostly because they were nowhere near a place he could pin Vlad down and straddle him. His tongue dragged over the roof of his mouth, traced his fangs more delicately, fingers curled tight around his hips.
"You've got some admirers, have you noticed?"
Breathless and dizzy with arousal - in the middle of a very public place, his boyfriend was evil - Harry shook his head.
"I get the feeling that's you. I would say have you looked in a mirror, but..."
Vlad chuckled deeply near his ear, chest rumbling with the sound.
"No, really. When you turn around, you'll see half a dozen people checking out your ass in those jeans."
Vlad added a squeeze that made his hips jerk, grinding against each other for a second and it was almost too tempting to keep doing it, people staring be damned. Evil as ever, Vlad kissed him again and turned him back, and he wasn't wrong - there were people openly ogling them. Even Harry.
"Are you sure they aren't just other vampires? All pale."
"Everyone's pale under these lights, that's why I like it here. Blend in."
Harry rolled his eyes, then his hips and relished the choked moan Vlad tried to fight back. He turned back, finding Vlad only had eyes for him again and smiling to himself as they kissed.
"Can I drag you out back and do bad things to you in an alleyway now? All part of the experience. Well, it is now because you look divine."
"Your pick up lines leave a lot to be desired sometimes. Lead the way."
There was an upside to the crowds here, as it meant they could go super-speed without really being noticed. And nobody noticed them walk 'through' the door, and he found himself pinned to the wall and Vlad's mouth on his neck in milliseconds. Quick fingers had his jeans unfastened soon after, but they couldn't get much further.
"Whoa! Sorry!"
Harry vaguely registered the Welsh accent, turning to see a breather - about their age, maybe a year older - clearly dropping out there to have a cigarette. Thankful he was incapable of blushing anymore, Harry fumbled to zip his jeans up but the other person was smirking, clearly knowing what he had interrupted. He was kind of attractive, lean build and broad shoulders elegantly displayed in black and red. He had dark eyes, dark hair, pale skin and a smirk he wouldn't think amiss on a vampire.
He turned to Vlad, who looked... traumatized. Harry had seen that look before, never on Vlad's face before but on those who had lost loved ones in the war. Reaching for his boyfriends hand, the vampire jumped in surprise.
"No... Not a problem. Let's go Harry."
He didn't get a chance to blink before Vlad pulled them away, any lingering alcohol effects gone in the face of Vlad's weird reaction. They didn't stop until they were back home, and he didn't have a second to ask before Vlad's mouth was back on his, desperate and needy.
He wasn't sure Vlad's headspace was ideal, but Harry was happy to give him what he needed. And well, they had been interrupted...
Their clothes were gone in under a minute, leaking hard cocks rubbing against each other as Vlad fumbled for the nearby lube. They didn't care who topped who generally, but sometimes Vlad needed to not think, and other times he wanted to watch Harry fall apart beneath him. He wasn't sure which this was, as slick fingers circled his hole and slipped in with relative ease - they had sex almost nightly, but Vlad never skipped on prep.
Laser focus had fingers pressing at his prostate, making stars dance across his vision and his hips cant up repeatedly, chasing the sensation as Vlad stretched and lubricated him thoroughly.
"I'm ready, come on!"
Another quick fumble and the damp head was pushing him open, Vlad sliding inside him always a little bit of a burn but one Harry loved. Vlad stilled as he bottomed out, fangs already down and a growl echoing in his throat. The feeling of being so full was always intense, making his nerves hum pleasantly as he waited for Vlad to get into his rhythm.
He looked up, meeting Vlad's eyes and he thought he saw a few tears building in the sapphire sparkles, but then his eyes were closed and hips moving, both sighing and moaning their appreciation of the sensations. They were both cold to the touch, but heat blazed between them with every thrust and grope, Vlad's hand reaching to squeeze at Harry's cock and stroke clumsily, the motions sloppy in comparison to the perfect aim he had for stimulating him on the inside.
Fangs sank deep into his skin, and Vlad's hips stuttered to a standstill as he came inside Harry. He wasn't there yet, but Vlad noticed and moved fast, swallowing down his cock and sucking hard until Harry was a shuddering mess as he crashed headlong into climax.
He swallowed, then crawled up and wrapped tight around Harry, the tears definitely falling now. He knew by the way Vlad held him, face buried in the crook of his neck and occasional shakes wracking his frame that he wouldn't get an answer right now, sliding a hand down Vlad's arm to lace their hands together over Harry's stomach. It was a slightly awkward angle, but Vlad clearly needed the comfort.
He cried himself to sleep, and Harry managed to doze off, waking with Vlad still octopus-ed around him and a sore ache in his lower back. Endlessly thankful his magic hadn't gone when he was turned, Harry managed to aim his wand at his stomach and murmur a couple of healing spells. It had been a while since Vlad had been so rough, but he really didn't mind the odd frantic fuck.
"Sorry."
"In case you didn't notice, I enjoyed it. Are we going to talk now?"
"Drink first?"
The Grand High Vampire was stalling, but Harry let him have a minute to collect his thoughts and fetch their soya blood. They didn't bother dressing - anyone who turned up at Grimmauld Place unannounced knew what they were risking. His favourite reaction had been Severus Snape walking in on Vlad making tea naked. Neither could look at each other for weeks, especially awkward when the Potions professor was dating Vlad's tutor/trainer.
Vlad handed him a glass brimming with red, drinking from the bottle himself.
"I never told you about my childhood. Before I was the chosen one, when I wanted to be a normal boy."
He knew this, but never pushed - Harry didn't love talking about growing up either.
"So you don't know about Robin Branagh."
Vlad cried again as he told the story, the breather boy who loved vampires, his first friend. He clocked pretty fast that Vlad had recognised the man outside the club, and he absolutely understood the reaction now. He apologised again for the way he had been when they got back, but Harry just reiterated that he forgave him.
"Do you want to see him again?"
Vlad froze, a full body shiver running through him.
"He wouldn't forgive me. I wouldn't forgive me. I stole his memories."
"To save your family, and them from a war. Vlad, if anyone's taken a sacrifice and validated it, it's you."
"Says the one who's parents died for their destiny."
Harry let it slide, just this once, because he knew Vlad was digging at himself, not Harry. He reached for Vlad's cheek, kissing him gently.
"You're going to wonder forever if you don't."
Vlad burrowed into his embrace, and the conversation was left for about a week, not addressed again until after Vlad's next VHC meeting.
"I want to see him. You're right, I'm going to wonder forever if I don't."
"Guess we're going back to the club?"
"We don't have to."
Harry rolled his eyes - he wasn't going to leave Vlad twisting for all eternity.
"I'm not insecure in this Vlad. You chose me. I know that."
Vlad didn't let go of his hand the whole time on the way there, and he had never seen the vampire imbibe alcohol but he was clearly tense, relaxing a little with the vodka he drank down, cringing at the taste. Harry should introduce him to firewhisky sometime.
"There's no guarantee he's even going to be here."
"He was hanging out the back for a smoke, there's a smoking shelter for customers upstairs on the balcony. I think he probably works here."
Vlad had said he liked this place, so in reality he should have known that. Though Harry knew Vlad mostly went out to 'hook up' back when Harry had disappeared on him after the first time they met, he might not have stayed to drink. Plus, he hadn't been in a year, Robin might be new to the area. He wasn't picturing some elaborate set up here.
"I can't see him. Let's check out back."
Vlad swallowed thickly, letting Harry lead him towards the doors and they quickly 'sped' through them.
"Took you long enough. Hi Vlad."
Robin was already there, leant casually up against the wall with a half-smoked cigarette resting between his fingers. Vlad appeared to have lost his voice, staring blankly.
"You remember him? Hi, I'm Harry by the way."
"Robin. Yes, I remember. I would have said before but you kind of bolted."
"I was shocked!" Ah, Vlad had found his voice.
"So was I, I didn't know you were gay but there you were feeling up some guy."
"And I didn't think you remembered."
"Mmm. I guessed that much."
Robin stopped to draw on his cigarette, the muscles in his long, pale throat transfixing Harry as they worked tightly (he was a vampire, he noticed these things!). As he exhaled the smoke, lit beneath a flickering security light high up on the wall, he turned dark brown eyes to Harry.
"So, are you a vampire too? I always said I'd make him turn me, but I'm still human."
Harry could only nod, wondering if this breather would resent such a thing. He didn't seem to, looking rather at ease while Vlad had a minor meltdown next to him.
"How did you meet? I never thought he would be around breathers again."
"Not really a conversation for public."
"My shifts over in an hour, hang around and we can talk."
Robin tossed his cigarette aside, blew the last of his smoke out and strolled past them both. Vlad's mouth opened and closed a couple of times, but no sound came out.
"We don't have to stay Vlad."
"I'm not running off on him again. He deserves at least some truth from me."
Watching Vlad's mind whirl, Harry had to wonder just how close the two boys had been as teenagers.
"It wasn't like that. I know what you're thinking. We really were just best friends."
"Shame. He's cute!"
Vlad looked mildly scandalized, shaking his head.
"Also straight as a stake. Spent his time at my home between saying vampires were cool and drooling over Ingrid."
Pretending to be disappointed, he let Vlad cling to him, seeking reassurance.
"You stayed. I'm surprised. Your place or mine?"
"Whichever suits you. We don't live that far."
Robin was all casual indifference on the surface, pulling a slim leather jacket over his bare arms. Harry didn't know him to say that was normal or just an act.
"Lead the way."
There was an awkward minute as Harry wasn't sure if they were walking, flitting or apparating, but Robin grabbed his arm and nodded slightly. Vlad grimaced to himself at the slight, but took Harry's other arm, gripping tight as he focused on side-along-ing two.
"What just happened?"
Remembering the nausea inducing early journeys when he was human, Harry hunted out water for the breather while Vlad awkwardly paced.
"Apparition. I wasn't any ordinary breather, I was a wizard. Still am, but also a vampire now. Think of it like magical teleporting if it helps."
Robin swallowed the water down, looking confused.
"A wizard. How did that bring you to the vampires?"
"Bad guy attacked some vamps. We had to peace make before they declared war. Vlad was the Grand High Vampire, well, he still is, but that's how we met."
"So you did it? Chosen One?"
Vlad nodded, still silently staring at the human.
"And you guys are a thing, yeah?"
"On and off. Until he bit me. That was what, a year ago?"
Vlad just nodded again, missing the point of Harry trying to prompt him to talk. Seeing as those two were being really awkward, Harry nudged them to go sit down in the kitchen, making tea out of habit - he spent a lot of time with Mrs Weasley still.
"Sugar Robin?"
"Two."
Vlad and Robin spoke at the same time, one dark eyebrow arching in Vlad's direction as he ducked his head. Vlad didn't take sugar in his tea, so he could only be answering for Robin.
"You remembered."
"I remember everything back then. It was the only thing that got me through early days at the VHC, because if I didn't take my spot I gave up life in Stokely for nothing really."
He wondered if he should leave - this felt like an intensely private conversation that wasn't really his business.
"Aren't you going to ask?"
Robin sipped at his mug of tea, making a small sound of appreciation that Harry perhaps enjoyed a little too much.
"How do you remember?"
"Nobody else does, don't worry. I had an accident learning to ride a motorbike, banged my head up pretty good. I don't know if it was the whole life flashing before my eyes that broke it, or the cocktail of brain related medications, but I started remembering bits and pieces. Mostly fuzzy, but after about a year I reckon it was all back. I was angry for a while, but hey, life's too short when you're a breather to hold grudges."
Unbidden images of Robin wearing skintight leather flickered in his mind, wholly inappropriate and he stayed intently focused on his cup of tea. It was the pale skin, he decided. He had only ever really been attracted to Vlad, and Robin had quite a few similar features. Even so, he should leave. This wasn't about him.
"I'm sorry."
"I know."
Silence lapsed again, filled with slurping sounds and Robin breathing, pulse thumping away like the club music had.
"You can always make it up to me. Because the way he's been looking at me, your boyfriend either wants to bang me or bite me, so he's game. How about you?"
Again, Harry found himself thanking Merlin he couldn't blush, because Robin had indeed caught him out. Vlad seemed to have an existential crisis in the space of thirty seconds, then turned to Harry. Not sure there were words, he just nodded. Common sense hadn't led him to fooling around with a vampire, and he hadn't done anything a little wild in a while.
"You're serious."
"Deadly."
How was Robin so calm? His heart stayed perfectly steady, even as he got up and approached Harry calmly, smirking.
"How did you two get anywhere? You're both so shy!"
His mouth was suddenly dry, but he didn't have room to go for his mug. Blood flowing so near didn't really help, and he realised why Vlad had called him "hot" repeatedly when Robin put a hand on his chest. Even through his clothes, the heat soaked into his skin and made his dead heart do backflips. Stopping never occurred to him, heat melting his rational thought when a mouth slanted over his own, instinct taking over completely.
Robin needed to breathe, so he had to stop and pull back. He didn't get long before Vlad grabbed hold of him, and the sight of Vlad kissing Robin did all sorts of things to Harry's insides, none of them negative. There was history and frantic need in the way their mouths crushed together over and over, and the cool exterior was gone as Robin's pulse raced and little whines left his mouth.
Usually too aroused to appreciate it fully himself, Vlad looked the picture of debauched already as he remembered not to suffocate the human, Robin a panting mess clutching the counter top for stability.
"Now I'm mad again. We could have been doing that for years."
Vlad's face went from lust to horror to amusement through that sentence, laughing aloud and Harry was just happy to see that look on his face. He had never been a jealous person, and Robin had been a deep part of Vlad's life before they had even met. He had no reason to mind Vlad losing the guilt that had crippled him for years. And Robin was gorgeous, even more so a little kiss-swollen and panting.
"He's not going to fit in our coffin. Just saying."
"George's old room? Since he thinks we didn't realise he spends all his time in Ingrid's room."
Robin raised an eyebrow again, questioning.
"You're still in touch with Ingrid?"
"You want to talk? Now?"
That won Vlad a smirk, a slight shake of the head.
"True. Talk later. Bed now."
He wasn't sure who was more surprised this was happening, him or Vlad. Vlad kissed him softly, murmuring an "I love you" against his mouth and it soothed him, left him open to the whole experience. There was something about watching Vlad kiss and touch the other boy, being able to observe the lithe muscles from a different angle, graceful explorations he wasn't too distracted to appreciate when it was himself.
"You just gonna sit there?"
Realising he had become a little absorbed, Harry realised they were both missing t-shirts and Robin had a proud bruise purpling on his neck. The nearly never-ending expanse of pale skin on show was enough to make him dizzy, Robin looking up with an expectant smile and Vlad with something between lust and hope.
"Do you guys do the whole top and bottom thing?"
"No. I mean, Harry's the only guy who's topped me but we switch all the time."
"Very much a go with the flow couple. How about you?"
Robin wriggled to work his skinny jeans open, clearly sighing in relief as the pressure eased and then stretched, elongating the sinful lean torso.
"I was planning on being in the middle of a highly attractive sandwich, just checking who's going to be where."
Harry looked at Vlad, searching for what he wanted.
"On your back Vlad, you are supposed to be making it up to him after all."
He wasn't sure Vlad had ever gotten out of his trousers so fast, and as vampires that was saying something. Harry shed his top, loosening his own trousers over the painful erection and holding out a hand. Vlad knew the manoeuvre, not the least bit surprised by the bottle that flew into his outstretched hand.
"Magic. Awesome."
He tossed the lube to a grinning Robin, getting comfortable to watch.
"Go ahead. I'll wait."
He wanted Vlad to have a minute to get into the right headspace, relax with someone new touching him. And they looked divine together, watching alone a privilege to behold. Robin peeled away his own jeans, bare as a newborn and completely at ease in that fact as he lubed his cock, then his fingers. Harry caught the bottle, watching as Robin dropped his wet hand between Vlad's thighs, leaning down to kiss him.
Vlad was always responsive, kissing and grabbing and generally encouraging. Tonight he was half feral, growling at Robin to move faster when he went slow, and Harry could see the struggle he was having not to bite Robin's lip with his fangs. He remembered all too well the way Vlad's cock would pulse in his hand whenever Harry's human blood had dripped from a split lip, but he was clearly holding back for Robin.
"I'm ready, stop teasing me!"
He was writhing, pushing back on Robin's fingers and Harry wished they hadn't waited so long to play with a third - this was amazing.
"You getting in on this or what?"
Robin beckoned at him teasingly, and Harry took the invitation. Vlad did look like he couldn't take much more either way. Robin was even hotter on the inside, tight and smooth against Harry's fingers and whining beautifully when his prostate was touched. When he deemed himself ready enough, he clenched hard around the stretching intrusion, making Harry choke on air as they all shuffled into place.
The angle was a little awkward, until they pushed a cushion under Vlad's lower back and then it was perfect. Body heat was a miracle, Harry decided after the first thrust, Robin's back burning hot against his chest. When Robin thrust, Vlad moaned, but when Harry thrusted hard - pushing Robin deeper still - he cried out. Robin rocked between them effortlessly, deep groans filling the air and his spiking pulse mere centimeters from Harry's fangs. He didn't bite, but the image of Robin bleeding into his mouth was appealing in ways it shouldn't have been, adding to the heat growing in his stomach.
Heat and slick and twitching muscles wrapped around his cock was almost too much to take, but when he recognised the sounds Vlad was making, he knew the other vampire was close, and Robin was starting to shake between them, lean muscles quivering where Harry could feel them pressed tight together. His cock twitched once, twice and then spurted, hips thrusting jerkily to extend his peak as much as possible.
Vlad came seconds later, and he was intimately familiar with that added grunting sound that Vlad only made when Harry came inside him. Panting and gasping, sweaty where Robin's heated skin had been pressed against him, they slowly disentangled from each other, flopping either side of Vlad who looked as thoroughly fucked as Harry felt. There was silence for a few minutes, then broken by Robin.
"Talk later. Sleep now. Some of us have been at work."
Robin mumbled against Vlad's shoulder, clearly already halfway to asleep. Given he was half laying on Vlad, he had little choice in the matter. Harry tilted his face, leaning to kiss Vlad with a smile. Out of habit more than anything, he did the cleaning charms that got the residue of lube and come off their skin. He had forgotten Robin wasn't used to that until he shrieked.
"What the hell was that?"
"Cleaning charm. Magic. Beats waking up... sticky."
"Oh. Ok. Warn me next time."
The breathers breathing evened out, heart rate lowering - he was asleep. Judging by Vlad's face relaxing, he was close behind so Harry settled down, waving a hand to move the covers over them - Robin would still get cold.
When he woke, he quickly became aware of a warmth somewhere around his groin, looking down to find a head of dark hair and a hot mouth on his cock.
Blinking sleep out of his eyes, he looked over to the other side of the bed where Vlad and Robin had been. It was decidedly empty, confusing him until a hard suck distracted him enough. When the mouth pulled off he whined in protest, looking down to find Robin smirking up at him.
"Vlad had an urgent messenger bat. Said I could wake you however I liked."
Hazy with sleep, Harry was no closer to coming up with an answer before Robin was down on him again, hot wet tongue dragging up his shaft and throat muscles swallowing around his tip on each down stroke. Always easiest to bring off when he had just woke up, he was shuddering and gasping through a climax within minutes. Robin swallowed it all, grinning cheekily as Harry shook on the bed.
Vlad was back a few minutes later, kissing Robin and smirking at the taste in his mouth before moving to kiss Harry. He clutched at Vlad's hair, holding him in place - maybe to reassure them both, but mostly because kissing Vlad was awesome.
"So. Who is it Ingrid's dating?"
"George Weasley. Red headed, absolute joker. Wizard. One of twins, but his twin died in the war."
"Twin? She has a type then?"
This was where Harry learnt that the twins Vlad had mentioned in passing were in fact Robin's older brothers, and Vlad just grinned.
"He's pretty funny. Helped save Harry when his exgirlfriend kidnapped him. Which was all the more impressive because said ex was also his little sister."
Robin shook his head with a short chuckle, demanding tea and a full rundown of the time he had missed - focusing mostly on the year or so Harry and Vlad had been an item. It was oddly comfortable, even for Harry who hadn't met Robin before last night really, and they had fucked before they had any real conversation.
They lazed in the living room with tea, chatting away for hours on end. Robin was wearing Harry's pyjama bottoms - Vlad was broader than either of them, so only Harry's wouldn't swamp him. The look of sheer surprise on Robin's face when Kreacher slunk into the room was hilarious, especially when he leapt behind the sofa asking if they had drugged him into hallucinating.
"Kreacher. This is Robin. Robin, meet Kreacher. Think of him as... Renfield, except he's a house elf not a spider licking cross dressing alchemist. He won't hurt you."
Robin peered over the sofa warily, but Kreacher bowed (sarcastically, but he still bowed) at them all, asking grumpily if they needed anything.
"Can you launder the linens and clothes in George's old room? It'll only take a little while, don't worry Robin."
Kreacher grumped and grumbled as he agreed, and Robin jumped in surprise again when he 'popped' off.
"Magic man. Weird."
"Yeah. First time I flitted Harry he almost puked. First time he side alonged me, I refused to let him touch me for about two hours in case I went all wobbly again."
Harry laughed at the memories, agreeing. After the tense awkwardness broken only by Robin's confidence last night, this was startlingly easy. Harry was leant comfortably against Vlad's bare chest, and the dark lovebite bruising his pale throat was unreasonably attractive.
"You have a back yard? Only I'm dying for a smoke."
All the things from Robin's pockets had luckily been emptied onto the side near the washing machine, but neither Vlad or Harry could follow him outside - the sun was out. When Robin came back in, still in nothing but the loose cotton trousers, Vlad got awkward again.
"Where... Where do we go from here? Is this a one night thing? Should I just mindwipe you and send you back to your life?"
"That's really more down to you guys. I had fun and the sex was spectacular, but I'm not about to say I'm your new boyfriend. And I've got work in..." he checked his watch "five hours. So how about we leave the heavy shit until I leave, you guys can talk back and forth about whatever. If you're there when my shifts over? I'll know. If you aren't. I guess I'll still know."
Robin wouldn't hear any more on the topic, instead requesting a bathroom he could shower in and Vlad suggested the huge bathtub. It was an excellent idea, Harry realised, because it involved naked and sliding skin all over, Robin's hot cock teasing over his ass and Vlad mouthing at his nipples until Harry was a shaking mess of nerve endings. When he was done Vlad and Robin kissed and rutted right next to him, grunting and groping in a way that made his spent cock twitch in interest.
Harry got Kreacher to make Robin food - they kept breather food in because half of Harry's 'adoptive' family visited at random - while they drank down soya, then he side alonged a clean, dressed Robin to his workplace again.
"I'd say I'll see you later, but I guess I'm not sure. So, if not, thanks for letting me be a part of last night. I'm glad he has someone who makes him happy, takes care of him."
Robin leant over and kissed Harry quickly, then disappeared into the door to the bar. Deliberating for several minutes, Harry had half a mind to follow him and just pop them back to Grimmauld Place. But he should probably talk to Vlad first. Though he reckoned he knew how that conversation would go, he wasn't about to make decisions for him. Psyching himself up, Harry disapparated back to his boyfriend, wondering if the paradigm shift was specific to him.
-YDHP-
Well... I'm not sure I love it, but I rarely love any of my work. Hopefully, you guys like it!