Harry concentrated on his core, on the magic slowly trickling back in and filling back up after being so drained. It was still low, and he was still tired and kicked in, but it had been two days since he had woken up, and the trickle of magic was increasing as time went by.
Severus and Remus had taught him to meditate and to encourage the flow of magic through his core, it meant that he was always at the highest strength, and that his magic flowed smoothly, it also helped after he tired himself out during rituals, though he had never pushed it to the extent that he had this time.
Severus had been furious with him when he had fire called them yesterday, Remus had just worn that pinched expression that meant he was a mixture of angry, upset and worried while Severus had exploded at him which meant he was incredibly worried and had been fretting.
They had calmed a little when he had told them about his mates and the reason that he had done what he had, why he had pushed himself so hard, especially when he had explained how much more balanced and settled he felt, how he felt as though this had been the right choice for him, and they had seen how hopeful he was for his future with them, especially considering the smile that he had worn when telling them their plans for the future.
He just had to introduce them all properly now.
"And how can I help you Jean-Claude?" Harry said without opening his eyes.
"How long have you known I was here?" The French Vampire asked.
"Since you sat down, have you got your fill watching me?"
"You are quite something to watch,"
"Even if I did not have my hands full already with my three mates, I don't bottom I'm afraid,"
"I could bottom for you, to get to taste that magic,"
"Were I not bonded now I would have taken you up on that, especially if you added Asher into the mix,"
Harry cracked his eye open and met the twinkling blue eyes of the vampire, and the horrified look of his cousin who had just walked through the door.
"I…."
"Ah Richard, hello," Jean Claude waved at Richard over his shoulder, his curly black hair falling over his shoulder as he turned to look at him from where he was sitting cross legged in front of the Wizard.
"I did not hear that," Richard grumbled.
"Your cousin has good taste," Jean-Claude leant back onto his hands.
"Stop teasing him," Harry snorted, opening both eyes and rolled his shoulders. "What can I do for you, you did not come all the way here to admire me,"
"I could have done," Jean-Claude shrugged before looking more serious. "Anita, we have not been able to track her,"
"And you are looking for me to help?" Harry asked as Richard and Rafael stepped into the room and sat down on the nearby sofa. Nathaniel stepped into the room and hesitated looking between them concerned as he held the cup of tea in his hands close.
"I was just bringing this in for you Harry," The wereleopard said to Harry.
"Thank you," Harry held his hand out to the redhead. "Where are you going?" He asked capturing Nathaniel's hand when he passed the tea over to him and quickly went to leave.
"You're talking business, I should get out of the way," Nathaniel said softly.
"Indicating that you're in the way," Harry kissed his hand before tugging gently. "Stay, if you want,"
Nathaniel dithered for a second before he stepped closer to Harry and allowed the wizard to tug him down into his lap, leaning against him and watching happily as Harry took a sip of the tea and sighed contentedly.
"So, back to business," Jean-Claude smirked.
"Even I can smell the amount of sex that you and Asher have been having, so don't look at us like that," Harry snorted.
"Yes we want your help tracking her," Jean-Claude sniffed, ignoring Harry's comment.
"I can try and use my magic to track her, once I am back at full power," Harry nodded.
"I will give you a favour if you find her," Jean-Claude said seriously.
"As tempting as that offer is, this I will do for free, I have a very strong desire to meet Ms Blake," Harry said lowly, wrapping his arm around Nathaniel's waist.
"Hmm, I imagine that you do. When you have recovered if we can…"
Everyone in the room froze as Harry and Nathaniel tensed.
"What is that?" Nathaniel asked scared.
"Stephen!" Harry hissed, panicked. "Nathaniel, stay with Richard!" He had the space of mind to gently press his wereleopard into Richard's arms before he apparated out.
Stephen grimaced waiting for the impact of the punch that was coming at him again, eyes tightly closed when there was a loud crack filling the air and then the sound of a crunch. He opened his eyes and found Harry standing in front of him, radiating fury as he caught the wrist of one of the other thropes and twisted it, causing a loud snap to echo through the air, his free hand suddenly had a dagger dropping down into it, and he slashed out at the two other thropes that were trying to come in at him from the side.
"What the fuck! Who are you? Blake is out the picture and you appear!" One of the other's hissed backing up and eyeing Harry concerned.
"I am his mate, and you have pissed me off!" Harry growled very convincingly, Stephen would have thought that he was a thrope himself.
"Mate?! What the fuck are you?!"
"Dangerous," Harry smirked all teeth, somehow managing to make it threatening and not cheesy. Then he followed it up by dropping his wand into his hand and casting at who was clearly the lead of this little group, the thrope going down as a huge slash opened up across his chest. It would heal, but it would hurt like hell and take a while. And it would have quickly killed a human.
"Fair warning to you and anyone else, just because Blake is out of the picture, doesn't mean that there is no one to protect people. The next person to dare look at my mates wrong, I won't be as gentle!" Harry warned before turning his back on them and walked over to Stephen.
"That was gentle?!" One of them hissed disbelievingly as they grabbed their leader and dragged him away quickly. But Harry's full attention was on Stephen, brushing his thumb under his eyes and scowling at the fading bruises there, his thumb touching under his sluggishly bleeding lip that was already healing.
"I'm ok," Stephen assured him.
"You're hurt!" Harry growled, anger rolling off him still.
"I am ok, you got here in time," Stephen went up onto his toes so that he could cup Harry's face hoping to calm him down. Harry's hands went to his hips, gripping them tightly but still careful not to hurt him, a low growl continuing in his chest as his eyes scanned over Stephen. "Harry?"
"I am going to apparate you home now, I need you somewhere safe...it doesn't feel pleasant," Harry managed to say through gritted teeth.
"Ok," Stephen wrapped his arms trustingly around Harry's shoulders, feeling the tension in him rolling under his skin.
He grimaced as they disappeared and then reappeared back in Richard's house, the experience not the most comfortable at all. Harry's arms tightened again around Stephen as his eyes scanned around the room.
"Harry? Stephen, are you ok?" Richard asked stepping forward.
"I was attacked, a few idiots who thought that now Anita was clearly out the way that they could push themselves to the top of the pile. Harry got there before they could really do anything. He's a little worked up," Stephen soothed his hands up and down Harry's sides trying to calm him.
"They hurt you!" Harry growled.
"It was a couple of punches," Stephen shook his head.
"Ok, how about we sit down together," Jason hurried over, snagging Nathaniel on the way passed as Harry's magic snapped out at Stephen's words.
Between the three of them they managed to get Harry onto the sofa and curled around him, Stephen in his lap, Jason and Nathaniel pressed against the two of them.
"Are they still alive?" Jean-Claude asked casually.
"Just about," Stephen smiled a little pleased with how Harry had defended him.
"Why are you smiling, you were hurt!" Harry grumbled smoothing his hands over Stephen's thighs as much to comfort himself as his mate.
"You protected me, I am not made of glass Harry," Stephen stroked his cheek.
"You still shouldn't have been hurt!" Harry scowled.
"I am already healed Harry," Stephen kissed his cheek. Harry grumbled to himself, pulling his submissives' closer.
"You're so protective," Jason cooed happily rubbing his nose against Harry's cheek, just giggling at the look his lover gave him.
"Jason, don't tease him right now!" Stephen sighed, rubbing Harry's other cheek with his nose.
"I can't calm down," Harry grit out.
"Hmm, I would say you're acting rather like a thrope right now," Jean-Claude hummed, his body relaxed and reposed on the sofa, but his eyes were sharp as he took everything in.
"Harry?" Richard asked concerned, crouching down near to him and looking him over questioningly.
"I…" Harry licked his lips as he tried, and failed, to calm down the urge to bundle his submissives' away somewhere safe and never let them leave.
They all started when the door slammed open and Shang-Da walked in, too close to Harry and his mates, and Harry's magic snapped out shoving the wolf back out the door with a muffled 'what the fuck' as he stumbled back down the corridor.
Harry huffed out a breath as though he had run a marathon.
"Harry it's ok…"
"Richard my first instinct there was to hurt Shang-Da, it took everything I had not to," Harry grunted.
"Hey, hey its ok, we're ok," Jason soothed his fingers through Harry's hair smiling warmly at him when green eyes snapped to him. "You protect us so good,"
"Jason," Harry tightened his hand around Jason's waist, managing to draw a whine from his mate, but not a pained one.
"Sorry," Jason smiled sheepishly at the look Rafael shot him, partly exasperated, partly amused.
"You know, we took on aspects of each other when we first formed our bond," Jean Claude hummed.
"You think I am taking on thrope aspects?" Harry paused in trying to bury himself into Jason's shoulder to look at the vampire.
"You are bound to three of them, not to mention the amount of time you spend around Richard and Rafael and the others. You're also incredibly powerful, and the magic in this city is soaked in thrope magic,"
"And my core emptied, I have been absorbing it into my core naturally," Harry huffed.
"This is our fault?" Jason said softly.
"Hey this isn't anyone's fault, and it isn't a bad thing...except for wanting to kill anyone that hurts you, or gets too close to you," Harry grimaced a little.
"But…"
"Hey, everyone upstairs," Harry stood and urged his mates to their feet. "Just my mates!" He huffed shoving Jean-Claude back onto the sofa as the vampire went to stand. Chuckling the dark haired vampire just sprawled on the sofa like he was on a photoshoot.
"Ok?" Richard asked as Harry herded his mates past him.
"Yeah, think we just need a little talk, and I need to have them somewhere safe and shut off to calm down," Harry managed to smile, kissing Richard's cheek before carrying on herding his mates up the stairs.
They stepped into their room, and Harry's shoulders managed to relax only when he had shut the doors and felt his wards sliding into place. He rested his head against the wood trying to gather his slightly scrambled thoughts for a few moments before turning to see all three of his mates standing looking at him apprehensively, even Jason had no sign of his fun, bright smile and twinkling blue eyes as he watched Harry cautiously.
"Ok, first things first, this isn't a bad thing, this isn't something that I am angry, upset or worried about, understood?" Harry started. "I would like a verbal answer please," He said firmly when all three just nodded with their eyes lowered.
"Yes," They said quickly looking up at him startled.
"This is not something that you are to blame for, it is a natural part of the bond that has occurred, yes?"
"Yes," They said though not entirely convincingly.
"This is something that I will be able to adjust to, it will just take a little bit of time and it took me by surprise. I am not upset or angry about this in any way," Harry reiterated, stepping towards them, he cupped the backs of Stephen and Nathaniel's heads and drew them close and leant forward to gently kiss Jason, holding the three of them close to him.
Slowly all three of them wrapped their arms around him, pressing into him as they soaked up the comfort and warmth that Harry was offering them.
"We should be offering you comfort, not the other way around," Jason huffed as he burrowed into Harry's chest.
"This is my place in our family, and I am happy about that. Focussing on you guys has helped calm me down, especially now I have you somewhere safe," Harry chuckled. "My lovely mates, I was just worried how far I would go to protect you all,"
"How far?" Stephen frowned.
"Darling, I wanted nothing more than to kill those men for daring to hurt you and make you afraid," Harry shook his head.
Stephen flushed a little at the pet name and the rest of the words. He snuggled a little closer to Harry humming happily.
Twenty minutes later the three of them looked amused at Harry as he had them bundled onto the bed and was making sure that they were secure in his room poking around at his own wards.
"Harry," Jason chuckled, holding his hand out to their mate when he turned to look at them. "Come here, we're safe, we're fine, come snuggle was us, please,"
Harry made a point of checking the window one more time, just to make sure that his mates didn't know exactly how twisted around their fingers he already was, before he made his way over to the bed.
He settled between his mates in the position that seemed to have become their position when they were snuggling like this, Stephen and Jason on either side of him and Nathaniel settled between his legs.
"Jean-Claude was flirting with Harry earlier," Nathaniel muttered into his stomach where he was laying sprawled out like a basking cat.
"Oh? And did Harry flirt back?" Jason narrowed his eyes at him.
"Yes he was, he said that if it weren't for us he would consider it, especially if Asher were thrown into the mix. Jean-Claude even said he would bottom for Harry," Nathaniel giggled when Harry tugged his braid.
"You're a tattle tale!" Harry teased.
"Would you be tempted in the future?" Stephen murmured.
"Pft, I have the three of you to keep up with, I'm not going to have the energy to look at Jean-Claude, I have a feeling that it would be more a fight than sex anyway,"
"Definitely one word for it," Jason snorted. "You two banter back and forth like…" He drew of with a squeak at the look Harry gave him.
"Like?"
"I don't want to say!" Jason giggled.
"Oh no, you started, finish the thought," Harry smirked.
"No, I don't want to!" Jason squealed when Harry lunged for him as he went to dive off of the bed, capturing him around the waist and yanking him back onto the bed, throwing him over his and Stephen's laps, delivering five hard swats to arse. "Harry! Don't tease," Jason whined wiggling in his lap.
Stephen was watching with wide blue eyes, Nathaniel had sat up slightly, leaning on one arm, his purple eyes flicking back and forth between them. Their bonds with him were humming with arousal, worry and nerves, Jason's bond was just humming with arousal and adrenaline.
He took stock of himself and his body, how much energy he had left. If he started this seriously, he would need to make sure that he could take care of all three of them, if one of them were left out they would feel that it was something about them, they were too vulnerable and their bond too new.
He smirked and swatted Jason's arse hard five more times, his wolf whining in his lap as he realised what it meant. He writhed a little more in Harry's lap until Harry's hand settled over his arse to still him.
"Harry…" Jason whined wiggling a little more, before groaning when Harry yanked his jeans down, his magic undoing the button and zip.
"Ok?" Harry asked, pressing his finger to Jason's hole.
"Fuck, Harry, yes! Please!" Jason whined lowly. Harry had his finger lubed in seconds and slid a finger into the warm heat that he had been dreaming of since all the last time he had been buried in Jason's heat.
He looked up and locked eyes with Nathanial and Stephen who were watching with wide eyes, lust written across their faces with a hint of nerves as they watched Harry's finger sliding inside Jason and then with a small twist had Jason whining as he found his prostate and pressed on it firmly and unrelentingly, rubbing the bundle of nerves until he had his werewolf writhing and panting in his lap.
He slipped a second and third finger into Jason and started thrusting, catching and glancing off of that little bundle with every thrust until he was pumping his fingers in a heavy rhythm, listening to the sounds of pleasure that Jason was letting out, that he was wringing from him.
"Oh...oh...oh god...Harry yes, please!" Jason fisted the sheets tightly in his hands thrusting himself back onto Harry's fingers as his pleasure burned higher and harder in his stomach.
"That's it sweetheart, I can't fuck you yet, but I want to see you cum for me, come on, that's it, so perfect," Harry cooed soothingly to Jason, watching his wolf's face hungrily. He had been far from satisfied with their love making before, there was so much more he wanted to do with his wolf's body, far more that he wanted to see and explore, and when he was really feeling up to it, he would definitely be making up for lost time.
"Harry!" Jason screamed, clutching at the bed frantically. Harry was glad for the soundproofing he had previously done to his room. Stephen and Nathanial froze where they had been rubbing themselves through their shorts, unsure whether the scream was in pleasure, glancing nervously at Jason's face. "What the fuck was that?" Jason whined lowly, tilting his hips up pleadingly.
"Did you like that?" Harry said coyly, repeating it and watching Jason tremble in pleasure as he screamed again, his erection a furious red as it bobbed between his legs when he tilted himself into an even more submissive position.
"Like it!" Jackson panted, thrusting himself back onto Harry's fingers. "I love it,"
"I thought you might my delicious wolf," Harry chuckled, landing a couple of spanks to Jason's lightly pinked arse cheeks. He winked at his other two mates who were rubbing themselves again, their cheeks flushed and eyes hungry, before he delivered one extra firm spank to Jason's upturned arse, and flared his magic again as he thrust his fingers against his prostate.
The wail Jason let out as he came was more than satisfying for Harry's ego considering his weakened state, his wolf trembling in his lap where he had collapsed. He gently massaged Jason's prostate to draw out his orgasm, stroking his back gently to ground him through it until Jason whined in overstimulation.
He carefully withdrew his fingers, and urged Jason up to straddle his lap, stroking his back under his shirt as he kissed him sweetly until the trembling of his limbs stopped. His blond wolf dropped tiredly to the side, watching with sated hunger as Harry looked to Stephen and Nathanial, his green eyes hungry.
"If you do not want this yet, then you don't have to do anything," Harry made clear.
"But you want to?" Stephen licked his lips.
"Oh, I definitely want to," Harry chuckled roughly. "But you don't have to if you don't,"
"Sorry Nathaniel," Stephen said, throwing himself onto Harry's lap. The wizard chuckled lowly, sliding his hands under Stephen's shirt and drew it over his head, stroking his hands over perfect porcelain skin before moving down to slide his pants off.
"Are you hungry sweetheart?" Harry roughly asked as he palmed Stephen's full arse, humming happily at the handfuls he was greeted with.
"Yes, seeing you earlier, feeling your anger for me, please Harry," Stephen whined rubbing himself against Harry, the wizard groaning at the friction to his own erection.
"Lay down lovely," Harry encouraged, easing Stephen down so that he was laying on his back bracketed by Harry's legs, his own legs thrown over Harry's thighs. With Stephen laying on the bed, his long blond hair a halo around him, Harry was able to see Jason sitting behind Nathaniel, holding his hands to stop him from touching himself.
"You don't want to finish before your turn," Jason said softly, catching Stephen's attention who groaned at the sight of Nathaniel now completely naked, hard and desperate as his lavender eyes watched the two of them intently.
Harry chuckled roughly when Stephen started when Harry's hands stroked over his stomach, those big blue eyes coming back to him as Harry drew patterns on his stomach as he made his way down to Stephen's slender erection.
"Such a perfect handful," Harry groaned hungrily, ignoring the uncertain, nervous look Stephen had given him at the attention to his slightly smaller cock. His expression clearly showed how much he enjoyed the smaller flesh in his hands because Stephen relaxed straight away, before tensing tightly and whining as Harry started pumping his hand, massaging Stephen into a higher state of pleasure.
"Harry!" Stephen gasped, hips jerking when he felt a finger pressing questioningly to his entrance.
"Ok?" Harry asked.
"No...no I don't want that," Stephen said shakily.
"No problem," Harry smiled moving his hand to start stroking Stephen's thigh soothingly, his hand still moving on his erection that had flagged just a little.
"Wait," Stephen gripped his wrist, looking intently at him.
"What do you want lovely? Tell me what it is you want?" Harry encouraged gently.
"I thought you might not…." Stephen panted.
"If you tell me no, then I will never, ever, ever touch you in a way that you don't want, no matter how far into anything that we are," Harry said firmly.
"You're unbelievable," Stephen laughed breathlessly. He wrapped his legs around Harry's waist and tugged himself closer, moving Harry's hand to his arse, pressing his fingers back to his entrance, looking at him shyly. "I want you inside of me," He said, and smiled a little at the groan that Harry let out.
"Handy, huh!" Jason chuckled when Stephen started as Harry's lubed fingers slid inside of him.
"I didn't even...think...where it...had…" Stephen whined, arching his back off the bed as Harry's fingers seemed intent upon taking him apart, his hand playing with his cock and driving him to distraction.
"Magic, so handy," Jason laughed stroking Nathaniel's sides as the two of them watched Stephen arching even further as Harry's fingers started pitoning in and out of him, the werewolf throwing his head back as his fingers scrambled for the covers, tightening his fingers into the sheets until a soft rip was heard.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck Harry!" Stephen whined, his hips thrusting in time with Harry's fingers until… "Fuck!" He screamed as Harry pressed his fingers firmly into his prostate and tightened his grip around Stephen's weeping erection and applied his magic through both hands.
Stephen came furiously, whining loudly as he did as Harry eased him through his orgasm in the same way that he had with Jason, drawing it out until Stephen could taste almost taste his own pleasure, his chest heaving as he gasped to catch his breath from the pleasure buzzing through his body.
"Tag, you're it," He managed to pant to Nathaniel. He rolled to the side and rested his head on Jason's lap, sprawled on the bed bonelessly, his arms and legs feeling like jelly.
The wereleopard crawled forward, his eyes a little uncertain and Harry smiled combing his fingers through that long, beautiful hair, his touch and words calm and patient despite the fact that his erection was hard and clear between them.
"Tell me what you want to do sweetling," Harry encouraged.
"Can...can I suck you?" Nathaniel asked nervously licking his lips.
"If you want, but I wanted this to be about you and your pleasure," Harry explained.
"I really like...I really enjoy it, I want to," Nathaniel said nervously, wringing his hands as he looked at his lap.
"Well, I definitely am not offering anymore protests if it is what you really want to do, I have definitely thought about having those lips around me," Harry growled, thumbing Nathaniel's bottom lip to get those lavender eyes to look at him.
"I can?" Nathaniel asked eagerly, licking his lips. Harry slid his hand into Nathaniel's hair and tugged him closer into a deep kiss.
"How do you like it?" Harry asked lowly when they parted.
"I'd like you to take control, use me, that...that is what really gets me off," Nathaniel admitted blushingly.
"Well sweetheart, take me out and get your lips around me," Harry ordered a little firmer, two pairs of blue eyes watching hungrily as Nathaniel freed Harry's erection from its confinement and stoked the hard, desperate looking flesh a couple of times before he wrapped his lips around the large erection.
"Fuck," Jason groaned and Stephen hummed with agreement as they watched Harry gather Nathaniel's' long hair into his fist, clearly getting ready to move Nathaniel as he wanted and needed.
"If I do something you don't like, or you need a break you tap my thigh twice, understood?" Harry said firmly as Nathaniel was halfway down his cock, the tight, hot heat of his mouth starting to fry Harry's thinking.
"Mmm," Nathaniel hummed absently before his eyes snapped to Harry when he tugged his hair firmly.
"Nathaniel, I will know after if you were not comfortable with what we did, and if I find out you did not signal me I will be angry, so, you tap if you need to stop, understood?" Harry said more firmly.
"Mhm," Nathaniel agreed more clearly this time.
"Perfect," Harry soothed rubbing the back of his neck as he he shuffled a little further down the headboard and started soft thrusts into the heat surrounding him. Nathaniel felt amazing, the sight of his hips moving absently against the bed as he humped himself into the mattress, his pleasure clear at what he was doing just turned Harry on more.
Nathaniel groaned around the hot, hard flesh in his mouth when Harry thrust further down his throat, pulling back just enough for him to catch his breath and ready himself before Harry started thrusting at a hard, firm pace into his mouth, using his grip on his red hair to move Nathaniel with the thrusts, the sharp tugs at his long hair turning the wereleopard on even more.
He was drooling around Harry's erection as the thick flesh pressed against the back of his throat and then pressed down it, Harry pressing him down with his grip on his head, arching even further in pleasure and pressed himself deeper down Nathaniel's throat as he held him in place, the wereleopard's nose buried into the curls of Harry's pubic hair, his throat clenching and squeezing around the cock thrust down it.
The wereleopard whined and then came shockingly hard when Harry reached down and squeezed his throat, feeling himself filling Nathaniel's throat. Harry quickly tugged Nathaniel back off his cock as the wereleopard twitched in pleasure, writhing in his lap before quickly thrusting himself back into the nearly slack mouth.
With only a couple more thrusts he came down Nathaniel's throat, groaning in pleasure as the Wereleopard sealed his mouth around his flesh and hungrily drank down his cum, lapping eagerly at the head even as his hips were still twitching in pleasure.
"Fuck…" Harry groaned dropping against the headboard, reaching down to gently rub his fingers against Nathaniel's head in comfort and thanks.
"Are you ok?" Jason asked concerned.
"Just tired out," Harry laughed cracking open a bright green eye. "I think nap time might be a good thing,"
"That sounds good," Stephen smiled crawling up Harry's other side.
It took very quick shuffling, and a little shifter strength before they were in their snuggling position, all of them sleepy and sated.
"Magic is handy," Nathaniel sighed wiggling a little to get comfortable before dropping bonelessly against Harry in contentment, the bed dry of their cum and repaired from where they had ripped the covers.
"Definitely handy," Jason said a little breathlessly, clearly remembering what Harry had done.
"Wait till I am healed, that was nothing," Harry chuckled laying with his eyes shut, holding onto his mates and soaking up the happy, sated, content feelings from all of them.
"Wait, you can do more?" Stephen asked eagerly.
"Oh, so much more," Harry laughed.
"Harry, you're a tease," Jason whined as the wizard snoozed off, his hands happily cupping Stephen and Jason's delicious arses, definitely to ensure him good dreams as he slipped away.
Hours later he carefully slipped from between his mates, settling them with strokes on their backs as they shuffled against him. Once he had them settled back onto the bed he pulled some loose trousers on before making his way down the stairs to the kitchen.
"Asher," Harry nodded as he stepped into the room.
"Your wards are very impressive, I felt them thoroughly checking me over when I came in," Asher said from where he was perched on the table, sprawled more like, watching Harry with interest.
"They need improving once I have my magic back to a decent level now that we have Ms Blake running around the city," Harry said as he reached the fridge and grabbed a few things to make a sandwich.
"It smells as though you are recovering well," Asher smirked when Harry looked at him unimpressed.
"Keep your nose to yourself," Harry snorted.
"Mm, it is such a lovely smell though, the four of you, you are a delicious pairing to think about," Asher hummed, sprawling a little more on the table.
"I would think that you and Jean-Claude are fucking each others brains out, is he not satisfying you? He is a little on the older side, refraction can be an issue," Harry smirked.
"There is nothing wrong with our sex life," Asher glared a little straightening.
"Well, you both seem very interested in our sex life," Harry walked over to Asher, the blond looking at him with those deep cornflower blue eyes as Harry stepped inbetween his legs. "What is that that you are looking for?"
"You are incredibly attractive, powerful and despite how much you try to mask it, generous and kind, why would we not want to have you as part of our lives?" Asher tilted his head up.
"I will make it clear. You and Jean-Claude are incredibly attractive, and your power and experience are incredibly attractive. I wouldn't have turned you down two months ago, I would have been exceedingly eager in fact. But, this is now, and I have three mates upstairs that I am forming something incredibly important with, something that I intend to be for the rest of our lives, and I will not in anyway risk that for a quick power tumble,"
"I understand," Asher hopped down, his pale face flushed with borrowed blood.
"Asher, it has nothing to do with anything beyond the fact that I care greatly for Nathaniel, Stephen and Jason, and that what we are forming together is everything to me. You're incredibly attractive," Harry tugged the blond vampire closer to himself with his grip around his arm.
"Don't…" Asher tried to jerk away when Harry reached forward, but the wizard gently brushed his hair back from his face, cupping the burned skin.
"Incredibly attractive, to be blatantly honest where I not dedicated to those men and were free, you are far, far more my type than Jean-Claude, and I would definitely have been chasing you for my bed. As it stands, I like you a lot Asher, and I think that we could be good friends. You don't need to be having sex with me for us to form a bond, or to work together. I would like to work with you and Jean-Claude. St Louis is going to be my home, and working to make sure that it is safe, especially the people that I care about in it is important,"
"Friends then?" Asher offered a little shyly.
"Friends," Harry nodded with a smile. "Just stop trying to get into my pants, it is terrible for my blood pressure,"
"Fine, I can't promise not to tease though," Asher laughed. "I am glad that things are going well for the four of you,"
"Is everything going ok for you and Jean-Claude?" Harry asked crossing his arms and leaning against the table that Asher had been perched on.
"We are struggling," Asher sighed after a moment's hesitation. "There has always been a third in our relationships, we seem a little...lost not having that third person there,"
"I'm not trying to be insulting, but have you tried talking it out?" Harry asked gently.
"I...no," Asher frowned down at his feet.
"Asher, relationships, they are so fragile, especially new ones, and while you have been dancing around each other and in and out of a relationship together for a long time, it seems as though you have not really had a proper relationship together. Just you guys. Maybe you need to settle that and both feel secure in it before you bring anyone else to your bed. The bond will help you both with the relationship, but you need to talk about things and ensure that there are no misunderstandings in what you both want and feel. If you don't, then you just risk dancing the same dance that you have been for so long," Harry advised awkwardly.
"Do you talk about things?" Asher asked a little defensively.
"Probably a little too much," Harry laughed. "I am sure that I am starting to annoy my mates a little with my insistence on being clear on what I am feeling or thinking, especially in the middle of an intimate moment, or making sure that we are all on the same page. I made a lot of mistakes and had a lot of misunderstandings in my past by not just talking things through,"
"I...will think about it," Asher nodded, his face thoughtful though hesitant.
"Just a bit of advice," Harry smiled. "And if you want a neutral ear, or even just a little break, you are always welcome here,"
"Just not in your bed," Asher raised a fine golden eyebrow.
"Goodnight Asher," Harry smiled kissing his cheek before going back to making his sandwich.
"You're hard to dislike when even your rejections are sweet," Asher snorted as he walked out the back door, waving over his shoulder.
"See you soon," Harry called cheerfully. "Fuck!" He yelped a moment later when he turned when he heard a noise at the door and found his three mates standing there.
"Sorry Harry," Nathaniel said sweetly.
"You guys gave me a heart attack!" He whined before narrowing his eyes. "How long have you been there?"
"Pretty much since you finished in the fridge," Jason looked a little apologetic as they walked into the room.
"Are you mad?" Stephen asked hesitantly.
"No," Harry smiled. "Just glad that I didn't give in and mad passionate sex with him, that may have been awkard,"
"Aside from not having to worry about you being able to get it up after we wore you out earlier and that you're still tired," Jason grinned. "What you said made it pretty clear how you're feeling,"
"You're a big softy," Stephen smiled shyly pressing into Harry's side.
"I am not," Harry rolled his eyes.
"Yes you are," Nathaniel kissed his cheek before waving his hands away from the sandwich. Jason snagged his free hand and he and Stephen tugged him over to the table. Jason perched on his lap while Stephen pressed against his side.
"We're lucky," Stephen smiled a small content smile.
"You are lucky that I decided to share him," Jason nodded, laughing when Stephen flicked him on the head.
"I am definitely the lucky one," Harry smiled softly looking them over as Nathaniel dropped a plate full of sandwiches onto the table, along with some bowls of crisps.
"Softy," Stephen nodded.
"A softy who can fuck your brains out, best of both worlds," Jason grinned.
"You're ridiculous," Harry huffed nipping Jason's bare shoulder.
"And happy," Nathaniel leant against his other side.
Smiling contentedly to himself Harry snagged a sandwich as they sat there eating their midnight snack, his mates chattering softly given the late night hour, and teasing each other, their bond a soft content hum in the background.
They were building towards something important, he could feel that.
He closed his eyes and settled his thoughts onto his magic, building and filling his core, the hint of lycanthropic magic mixed in there in little bright flashes as his batteries recharged so to speak. He was recharging slower than he would like, especially with Anita Blake out there.
He opened his eyes to watched Nathaniel trying to throw a crisp into Jason's mouth, Stephen laughing as he leant into Harry's side and poked Jason in the side at the last moment to throw him off, Jason warm and giggling in his lap.
He may be a softie for these men, but if anyone tried to take them away from him, or hurt them...he would prove exactly why he was the boogy man to Death Eaters who had shit themselves at the mention of him being near to them.
Ms Blake was going to regret that she had not just surrendered herself to Jean-Claude and his justice, he was going to make sure that she would regret every single little thing that she had done to his mates.