AN: WARNING! EXPLICIT MATERIAL!
Harry walked into the bar. It didn't take much for him to confund the bouncer. He hated having to do this, but… he needed to get away from everyone at Grimmauld Place. They were all pestering him to take action, to fight, to win…. To do something! He hated it.
He walked up to the bar, not nervous, and ordered a whiskey tumbler. He had had firewhiskey and knew that this would be water compared to that. After his first sip, which was easy, he sighed and laid his head on his palm. Life would be so much easier if he was dead.
"Rough night," a deep voice sounded next to him. He glanced up to see the most startlingly clear blue eyes. "I'll have what he's having," the man said. When the bartender went to work, Harry looked over his new companion. Dark wavy hair was styled back; pale skin was almost alabaster in color. He had an aristocratic nose and a full set of lips. He was wearing a skin tight black shirt, with grey slacks, that covered such strong muscles they bulged with very little effort. He was… gorgeous.
"What I'm having isn't strong enough to cover my 'rough night'." Harry replied, downing the rest of his drink, before motioning to the bartender for a refill. The bartender gave the other man his, before tipping the bottle and pouring its contents into Harry's empty glass.
The other man smirked into his drink as he tipped his head back to down the drink. Harry gulped as he watched his Adams apple bob up and down. He, Harry, hadn't been laid since… Seamus, seven months ago. Of course, he didn't think this… brute of a man would let him top.
Noticing Harry's obvious staring, the man turned to him, "My name is Khan." He held out his hand.
Harry accepted it, feeling warmth radiating from the long fingers, "Harrison," he replied, giving only a slightly false name. It wouldn't do to allow this stranger to know anything about him.
Khan raised an eyebrow, "You've never been here before."
"How would you know?" Harry asked, taking his hand back, and sipping more of his drink.
"Because," Kahn drawled, "if you had I would've pounced sooner."
Harry smirked, his confidence rising a little more. He wasn't as timid as he pretended at school. Nor was he as socially awkward as everyone thought. "I'm sure you would have."
"I know I would," Khan said, licking his lips, "just as I know that you're not eighteen, despite the fact that you're here."
Harry didn't allow his face to show any emotion, though internally he gasped. "What makes you think that?"
Khan smirked, "You're far too innocent for the likes of this place." He glanced at Harry up and down, "Innocence I would thoroughly enjoy exploring."
Harry could feel himself tremble with anticipation. The thought of allowing this man access to his body was tempting. He looked as though he could do the most depraved things. He brought the glass to his lips, finished the contents, and stood from the stool.
"Then, let's go on an exploration, shall we?" Harry whispered into Khan's ear, causing the man to gasp.
Without allowing Khan to respond, Harry began to walk toward the exit. He felt a strong hand on his elbow and he was jerked around. Warm, harsh, unyielding lips met his. Harry felt any fight in him crumble. When Khan's tongue wished to gain entrance, Harry granted it immediately. Tongues met, clashed, fought and Harry felt lightheaded.
Suddenly, Khan pulled away. "How old are you?" He whispered into his ear.
Harry closed his eyes, "Sixteen."
Khan sighed, "Virgin?"
Harry shuddered at the thought of Khan entering him, "No and yes. No for fucking someone, yes for being fucked."
He felt Khan stiffen slightly, "So… I would be the first to enter that," Khan reached a hand down his back, "tight," he reached his arse, "warm," he squeezed, causing Harry to moan, "hole."
Harry shuddered again, "Yes," he whispered back.
Khan smirked, "So responsive," he murmured, "so perfect." He licked the outer shell of Harry's ear. "Good. I wouldn't want anyone else to have entered you," he nipped the lobe. "Shall we depart?"
Harry could only nod in response.
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Harry sighed as Khan's mouth worked wonders on his lower abdomen. He clutched the comforter on the bed as Khan's head dipped lower to the tip of his penis. He groaned as the man licked and sucked at the skin, before taking it completely in his mouth.
"Sweet, dear Morgana!" Harry moaned, he felt Khan's fingers gently prodding his opening. "Yes, Merlin, yes, in!" He shouted to the bigger man, earning him a chuckle.
"So responsive," Khan whispered, before delving a digit within the warm cavern. He heard Harrison moan and smirked. Could this boy be any more perfect? "Do you like that?"
Harry tried to get more of Khan's finger inside of him, before Khan twisted it and bumped Harry's prostate. Harry shrieked in surprise, begging for it again, and thrusting down hard when he felt another finger enter him. The digits scissored him, opening him, making it hard to do anything but feel.
He reached for his own cock, when his hand was grabbed and pushed up over his head. His other hand soon joined the first, when he felt Khan move his body over his, withdrawing his exploring fingers.
"You shoot from my cock alone," Khan whispered dangerously, "nothing else."
Harry shivered with anticipation as Khan aligned with his opening. He felt the hands leave his wrists, but, somehow, knew better than to move them. When Khan moved into him, he gasped in pain. Was this what Seamus had felt?
He groaned, and then whimpered.
"Shh," whispered Khan, he rubbed a hand through Harry's hair. "It's alright; I know it hurt the first time." He leaned forward and kissed Harry through the pain, not retaliating when Harry's hands lifted themselves and attached to his shoulders.
When the pain passed, Harry clutched his shoulders in an iron grip, before nodding the older man. Khan smiled gently down to him, before he began to move within him. There was still some stinging pain, but every brush of Khan's cock against his prostate sent sparks of pleasure rippling through his body, and soon Harry forgot all about the initial pain.
Moan again, Harry lifted a hand to Khan's hair. He pushed his fingers through the, somehow, still perfectly styled locks and tugged. Khan leaned down and pressed his lips to Harry. Khan's tongue thrust in, mimicking perfectly the thrusts of his hips. Harry began to pant harder.
"Yes," Khan whispered, breaking contact with his lips to whisper into his ear, "feel me? Nothing will ever feel like this again." He thrust faster and harder, "You will always feel me, won't you? Always." He licked the shell of Harry's ear, "You'll always be mine," Khan whispered.
At this point, Harry would've agreed to anything, just so long as Khan didn't stop moving. So, in response to the nonsense he heard, he nodded back.
"Yes," Harry groaned, his abused prostate taking more hits, "Uh…. Yes, Khan!"
"Say my name again," Khan ordered. He pushed harder than any normal human should have been able to take. But, somehow, Harry was able. He, Khan, was too far gone to care.
"Khan," Harry panted, "Khan!"
"Mmm," Khan moaned, licking his ear again. "You're mine! Say it!" He hissed.
"Yours," Harry exclaimed, the idea of belonging to Khan pushing him over the edge. He stiffened as he came, his whole body becoming ridged. He shot his load between their two sweaty chests, slicking Khan's abdomen deliciously.
The feeling of Harry's virgin channel tightening around him was too much for Khan, and he gave over to his baser urges. He bit into Harry's neck, marking him like an animal as his come coated Harry's inner walls.
Sated, and content, Khan gently lifted out of Harry, and settled next to him.
He wasn't quite tired yet, and was perfectly happy with cuddling the boy. He wrapped his arms around him, whispering, "You could join me in Asia, you know."
Harry shifted, turning his head to Khan in confusion, "You're from Asia? You sound British."
Khan smirked, "I am British, Harrison." He sniffed Harry's neck, where he marked him, "Harrison. A plain name for such an amazing creature."
Harry lifted an eyebrow, "Sometimes, the most amazing things sound like they would be the most boring."
Khan full out laughed, his head thrown back, teeth gleaming, chest heaving. When he finished, he looked back to Harry, "You are brilliant." He pulled Harry closer. "Think on it. Join me. We could rule all of the East together."
Harry felt confusion filter through him and he frowned, "How would we do that?"
Khan smiled, "As if you don't know." He leaned forward and kissed Harry. "Sleep. We will discuss this tomorrow."
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"And the next day, you woke first," Death said, finishing Harry's memory for him.
"And I obliviated him," Harry whispered, his eyes clouded with memory. He brought his attention back to the archangel.
"Yes," Death nodded, "you did." He folded his hands together, "He remembered a bit of you, you know." He looked Harry in the eye, "John Harrison. That was his tribute to you. He never really forgot. His memory could be crumbling. At least the one you created."
Harry shook his head. "It won't matter."
Death raised an eyebrow, looking Harry up and down, "And why not?"
"Because," came a voice behind them, "I already know."
Death turned, eyebrow raised high, as he saw Khan Noonien Singh and John Grimm standing behind him.
AN: This chapter was actually quite easy to write. As you can see, Khan is Khan. A couple of you were wondering if he was someone else, but no, he is still Khan. This whole thing, with Khan knowing is NOT the shocker! The shocker will actually shock you. Also, them meeting Death is not the shocker. So, as thanks for updating so quickly... I WANT MY COOKIES! I WANT THEM DOUBLE STUFFED! Also, I wanna hear what you guys think the last shocker might be! Please, you guys actually give me ideas! If you want this drawn out more than two more chapters, you've gotta review what you think! This whole thing was not intended to be a three some! Look at the good you guys do! SO MORE COOKIES!