Authors notes: Sorry that this chapter is so short, But the original contents of this chapter were somethign I did not feel appropriate for . To find this chapter fully You may look in Adult-fanfiction or Archive of our own. Search for Doragonkage Dragon's Heritage, and it should come-up just fine, sorry you all D= I might work on this chapter a bit more, but for now, this is how it is. Suggestions are welcome.

"Clean yourself up, I will fetch you a pain reliever in the meanwhile." Bator said once he had finished licking Charlie's cum off of his palm.

Once Bator turned his back to Charlie and began heading out, Charlie's eyes blew wide open at what he saw.

Harry shot upright to a sitting position with a gasp. His eyes wide and his breathing heavy and hot, while he lift his left hand up to run it over his forehead and hair, pulling the wayward strands of hair back. Groaning slightly Harry flopped back onto the bed and gazed up at the darkened ceiling, the dream he just had vivid in his minds eye still.

It wasn't till a little while after his abrupt awakening that Harry became aware of a wetness in his boxers. Tugging off the covers and lifting the waistband of his boxers Harry groaned again. Apparently he had been physically as aroused as he had felt through the entire dream, resulting in a musky surprise for him. With a sigh harry let the waistband snap back before the teen rolled out of bed, hissing in discomfort when his feet hit the cold floor.

It was a choice that all three had agreed on to sleep in their own bedrooms up until they were fully bonded, especially when taking into consideration what had happened the first night when the trio had slept in the same bed after Bator's mother had left back home to Hungary.

Harry shuddered as the brief memory of waking up to his two dominants snarling at each other, both looming above him looking just about ready to go at each other, and had harry not slept in the middle, they might of. It wasn't until Harry smacked the both of them on the shoulder and demanded that they stop, that the two settled down, still glaring at one another.

While he reminisced about the recent events, Harry removed his underwear, and used them to clean up his loins before fetching a new pair from his trunk, as well as a pair of socks to put on before venturing out, wet pair of boxers in hand, out to the downstairs bathroom.

Making quick work of rinsing his underwear and himself, Harry wrung them dry into the sink and then cleaned up after himself before venturing out again. Deciding to stop by the kitchen to get himself something to drink Harry set his damp boxers on the chair and fetched himself a glass of juice and set his boxers on the edge of the table before sitting down with his juice and thoughts.

Sitting there with his half of a glass of juice left is where Bator found Harry. The older man was dressed in a sleeveless shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants, quite a difference from his usual attire, but one that complimented the mans looks in a..thuggish manner.

"Where are you going this early?" Harry inquired, head tilted slightly as he let his eyes roam over the figure in the doorway.

"It's six am, so not so early..." Bator chuckled, nodding his head towards the exit. "I vas heading out for a morning jog, like I alvays do, vant to come vith?"

"Uhh...Sure, just got to get dressed." Harry said with a smile, drinking his juice down swiftly and washing the glass and grabbing himself a paper hand-towel when he returned to the table to fetch his boxers and wiping teh table clean from where the wet garment had been on.

"vhy're you wandering around with a pair of wet boxers in hand?" Bator inquired, sounding slightly worried, up until Harry he got a whiff of the lingering smell of musk when Harry got close enough.

"I...uhh...had a dream.."Harry replied honestly, blushing a deep shade of red at it, although he was thankful that Bator simply stepped to the side to let him pass.

"I vill wait by the door." Bator chuckled slightly, reaching his left hand out to ruffle Harry's hair before the teen could sprint off to get himself dressed.

Harry arrived ten minutes later, dressed in a white long sleeved shirt that hugged his figure tightly, and a pair of black sweatpants that seemed a size too big, but would do for now. After Bator got over his staring-fit he led Harry out to the front yard to stretch first before setting out to jog along Diagon Alley. While they jogged, keeping the pace at an even level for the both of them, the two talked, very much like they had when they had met the first time. The subjects they talked of changing whenever the two would quiet down to just enjoy the sound of the others breathing and the scent of each other in the air.

Even as the atmosphere was relaxed Harry did feel slightly bad that Charlie had been left back, but he did vow that he'd find something he could do with just Charlie, as not to give neither of them a reason to act hostile over.