Ch. 9

A Snake's Seduction

Afternoon rays drifted into the Room of Requirement. It shone onto a room that reeked of sex and sweat. There were two people sleeping peacefully in a large bed. One a tall teen holding onto a smaller teen who still had cum leaking out of his butt. There was a soft snoring sound, the bigger teen hugging the smaller protectively.

Harry Potter's eyes fluttered open, revealing a dazzling ruby red. He looked down at his lover and smiled. Crawling up the bed he stared at his lover's beautiful face before gently kissing his cheek. "Blaise… Blaise, wake up."

The teen below him groaned and opened an equally beautiful set of ruby-red eyes. A smile appeared on both their faces. "Your eyes are beautiful Blaise," Harry whispered. "It worked…"

"Yours are beautiful too cub," Blaise smiled. He caressed the back of Harry's head and brought him in for a gentle kiss.

"How do you feel?" Harry whispered.

"Brilliant…" Blaise breathed. "Like… I can feel my body pulsing with more magical energy that I didn't know was possible… give me my wand cub."

Harry nodded and rolled off his lover to the edge of the bed. He reached for their bundle of clothing and pulled Blaise's wand out of the pocket. He gave it to Blaise. The Slytherin waved his wand at the low couch in front of the fireplace and with barely a whisper, the couch began to float into the air as though it weighed nothing. It flew around the room with just a flick of Blaise's wrist before returning to it's normal spot.

Harry giggled and teased a finger around Blaise's nipple, "So you can make furniture fly," he said with a sly smile.

"Oh I can do so much more than that baby," Blaise purred. He took Harry's hand in his own and Harry moaned as his ass stretched out as though being teased by an invisible man. Blaise smirked at Harry's gasps and moans as his sensitive hole quivered and pulsed with need. "Like that baby boy?" Blaise asked.

"Ah—ahhh," Harry gasped, he found he was unable to form words as Blaise flexed his fingers on his hand, and the pressure in his hole increased. "Electricity is so much fun to play with," Blaise hummed. "Always wanted to do this to my boy."

The spell ended and Harry's hole stopped pulsing. Blaise sat up and brought Harry with, cuddling the boy as his hand drifted to his gapping hole, rubbing it gently. "Last night was amazing Harry… every that happened it was like out of a fairy tale."

"A very kinky, naughty fairy tale," Harry giggled. "But it was good one I think. The Incubus is very happy."

"Oh? How is he?" Blaise asked.

"Better, his hands are free," Harry said. Blaise looked at Harry confused so he explained, "Inside where I can talk and meet with him… he's in this mental prison Dumbledore made. He's chained up, I mean really changed up. His arms were behind his back like this"—Harry sat up on Blaise's lap and held his arms behind his back—"in this weird tube thing that was chained to the wall, his feet were chained to the wall too and his wings are all tied up."

"Ouch… he must be in a lot of pain," Blaise winced.

"Oh I am… but watching your life distracts me from it," the Incubus whispered.

"He says that he is but we're distracting him from it," Harry said.

"Alright… though I really think we should work on Draco now, get him and you out of those chains as quickly as possible," Blaise said as he stretched his arms. "Fuck I feel good… and I look sexier than I ever have before," he smirked.

Harry giggled and curled around Blaise, "You're always sexy," he purred. "Now you are devilishly sexy."

"Oh I like the sound of sound of that," Blaise said. "Blaise, the devilishly sexy Slytherin…"

"With the reddest of eyes," Harry whispered.

"Really?" Blaise asked, his eyes going wide. He looked around and luckily found a mirror inside. He stared at it for a moment and blinked. "My eyes are red…. When do they change back?" he asked. Harry was surprised that Blaise was calm.

"With time it usually goes back to normal," Harry said. He took the mirror and smiled, "See? Already my eyes are shifting back to green."

"Beautiful," Blaise whispered. Harry smiled as he noticed Blaise's eyes started to change too. They lazily kissed until their eyes were back to normal and Harry gently pulled his boyfriend out of bed.

"So… now what?" Blaise breathed. "Do we fuck again or… should we work on bringing the sexy and arrogant Draco in on the fun?"

"Now," Harry whispered. "Now… hmm," Harry thought for a moment. "Draco would be a bit more trouble to get…. He is very arrogant."

"And sexy," Blaise smirked. "And I think you already have an effect on him."

"Really?"

"Yeah," Blaise nodded. "All he complained about was you for the last five years." He chuckled and smirked, "I swear if we hadn't dated, Draco would have already tried to claim you. And now because you're an Incubus, I think we'll make him very happy when he learns he still can."

Harry giggled and shook his head playfully, "You really want to start corrupting others, don't you?" he asked.

"Don't you want to free yourself from Dumbledore's binds?" Blaise frowned.

"I do," Harry nodded, "but won't it raise suspicion? I mean, my friends were already cautious that I'm dating you… wouldn't it be better to wait a bit until we go aft—I mean, until we try to bring Draco in?"

Blaise thought for a moment, "I guess you are right," he said, letting go of Harry and moving to the couch. The two of them sat down and Blaise lit the fireplace with his wand. "After all, polygamy is a bit frowned upon and rare," he said.

"Yeah, it is," Harry nodded. "And yet we need that sort of relationship, not that I mind," Harry shrugged. "Though, I'm a bit nervous."

"Oh? About what?" Blaise asked.

"When I have everyone I need to free my Incubus… can I love you all? Equally?" Harry frowned. "Or will there always be this jealousy going on between you all… and this guilt growing inside me? Thinking about it now… it's like there's a coil slowly tightening, and I don't want it to spring."

Blaise frowned. He took Harry's hand in his. "Then let's make a promise, to make sure that never happens."

"What type of promise?" Harry asked.

"Simple," Blaise said, "That we both need to love Draco and whoever else comes along. That way, you won't feel any pressure and there won't be any jealousy between us…I think."

"Love… I guess that'll work," Harry said. "But, how are we going to make Draco love us?"

"That's a hard thing, he's very… difficult," Blaise sighed. "And that is coming from his best friend. He's vain, arrogant at times, believes that he deserves the best because he is a Malfoy… yet I feel like there is a bit of him that already wants you."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked.

"Well for the past five years or so, you always seem to be the center of his attention, yeah?" Blaise said. "And… well…" Blaise looked as though he was contemplating something dangerous. A depressed look on his face, Blaise took a deep breath before saying, "I think he might have done something drastic… to get your attention or to show he is a Malfoy…I don't know but… I saw his arm."

"What… what was on his arm?" Harry whispered.

Blaise's eyes hesitated. They flickered with worry and fear as he looked from Harry to the fireplace.

"Blaise…" Harry whispered, "please tell me… what is on Draco's arm?"

"The Dark Mark."

"The Dark Mark! You've burnt your disgusting mark onto a child!" The Incubus roared in his prison. The red eyes appeared, followed by Voldemort's chuckle. "You stupid small dicked piece of shit!" The Incubus roared.

"What? Angry that I've apparently got to him first?" the red eyes asked. There was a delighted smirk in his voice. "Where is the playfulness? The confident purr that hanged from your voice?"

"This is no time to play you bastard! Malfoy is a child!"

"And you wanted to make him a demon… who is in the wrong here, I wonder?" Voldemort mused.

"You are! For trying to turn him into another one of your fanatic killing machines," the Incubus said. "All I offer is power, love, and company that'll make him want for nothing else! All you'll bring is disgusting misery. What have you even assigned him anyways?" The Incubus glared at the red eyes. The eyes stayed where they were, but looked as though they were coming closer to the prison window until the Incubus could only see a hint of a face.

"I do not know," the red eyes said.

"Bull."

Voldemort's voice filled the prison. The Incubus flinched at the cold sound, his anger leading to a moment of weakness. "It is true, however…" Voldemort explained. "The Dark Lord has closed himself to the idiot boy, so I cannot see into his thoughts or mind."

"So… you are separated from him, are you?" The Incubus asked.

"Yes, I am… I have been in the boy for his entire existence and yet only now has the Dark Lord wised up to his connection with the boy," Voldemort said. The Incubus frowned.

"What are you?"

Voldemort stepped forward again, revealing a hideous face. His skin looked a burnt pink and stretched over his skull, as if his head was too big for the skin. There was no nose, but two slits and a wicked, cruel smile as the two red eyes burrowed down at the Incubus. His body was skeletal, naked with the same burnt pink skin hugging every bone. Bile filled the Incubus's mouth but he swallowed it down as Voldemort walked around the window slowly, moving to the entrance and into the prison. He did not stop until he was only a foot in front of the Incubus. He reached out a disgusting arm and grasped the Incubus's chin, forcing him to stare at the creature.

"Wouldn't you like to know," Voldemort laughed, the prison walls shaking with his cold voice. The Incubus felt a deadly chill crawl up him, he felt fear, a fatal fear, fill him as he struggled to get away from Voldemort.

The Dark Lord continued to laugh as the Incubus fought to squirm away. Voldemort threw the Incubus's head to the side and walked away, his laugh echoing loudly even as he disappeared.

"Fuck!" The Incubus cursed. "Harry! Harry! I need you in here—now!"

Harry groaned, he felt a great pressure at his head. He and Blaise were walking out of the Room of Requirement and down the corridor to the Grand Staircase when Harry stopped and fell to this knees.

"Harry! I need you in here—now!"

"Harry—what's happening?" Blaise panicked.

"Ahhh hurts… Incubus… needs me," Harry gritted out. Then, with a final scream, everything went black and he fell to the floor.

Vision came back a second later, however he was in the prison with the Incubus, looking very scared. "Wha—"

"Shut the door! Shut the windows! Shut everything!" The Incubus screamed. "Harry do it! I don't want him coming back in here!"

"Wha—"

"DO IT PLEASE!" The Incubus roared. Harry jumped in surprise and quickly fiddled to look for his wand only to see that he was naked like the Incubus. "DAMN IT HARRY JUST USE YOUR MIND!" The Incubus screamed out and the next second the door and open windows of the prison all closed, leaving it the same stone color and hardness as the rest of the walls. Harry heard chains rattle next to him and turned to see the Incubus fall to the ground, leaving out a breathy sob.

"What happened?" Harry asked.

"H-Him…. He came… he came in here…. I was so scared Harry!" The Incubus cried. He looked so vulnerable that Harry immediately went to the demon's aid, the two of them wrapping their arms around the other as the demon cried out. "It's really him, Voldemort. He's in here with me. He came inside—he never came inside before—I thought I could handle him but I couldn't just one look and—and—" He broke into sobs again.

Harry hugged him harder, nuzzling his head in the Incubus's neck. "It's okay, it's okay," he whispered.

"I need my powers Harry, I am defenseless like this," the Incubus said. "Please… help me."

"I—okay," Harry nodded. "But Draco…"

"Work on him, steal that boy from that hideous bastard," the Incubus said. "Our mating should take away that disgusting mark of his."

"Oh… okay," Harry nodded. "But how? Like Blaise said, Draco's a handful."

"I—I don't care how just do it!" The Incubus screamed, still looking fearful as he glanced around the walls, as if looking for a missed crack or hole. "And please… I'm, I'm so scared Harry, hurry."

"I'll do the best I can," Harry said. "But I don't know when he'll fall in love with Blaise and I."

"That is up for you and Blaise to decide," the Incubus said. "You sure there are no holes here?"

"No… I don't see any," Harry said. The Incubus sighed and relaxed in his chains. "Are you going to be alright in here?" he asked.

"Yeah… yeah I should be fine…" the Incubus nodded. "One second…" He held out his hand and Harry jumped as a ring of fire appeared from the wall. It took a second but a figure stepped out, looking extremely pleased with himself. "Hello cub," he purred.

"Wait," Harry gasped. "Isn't that—"

"Blaise's demon form? Yes," the Incubus nodded. "Like us, his demon now live inside him, being one and the same. I just brought him here for company… and protection."

"I'll work hard to protect my cub," the demonic Blaise purred. He walked towards Harry and spun him around, kissing him deeply, slipping his tongue in the boy's mouth for a second before moving to the Incubus, kissing him deeply and taking Harry's place in his arms.

"We'll be fine," the Incubus said. "I'm sorry for bringing you here so suddenly, I just didn't want to give that monster any chances…"

"It's alright… I hope you feel better," Harry said. He laid down next to the demons and closed his eyes. He felt both demons hands caressing him softly before he felt the now familiar sense of falling, and waking a second later to see Blaise standing over him looking petrified.

"Harry! Oh Harry what happened?" Blaise fretted as Harry opened his eyes. "No, no, take it easy! Don't get up too fast cub—" Blaise got to his knees and helped Harry slowly get into a sitting position. "What happened? You scared the life out of me…"

"My Incubus needed me urgently," Harry said. "I… I don't know how or why but… Voldemort is inside me. Not all of him… but a connection. Dumbledore and myself don't know what it is but… it's been talking with my Incubus… but always kept his distance. Until now I guess. When you told me that Draco's a Death Eater… I guess it gave the connection enough courage or mirth to scare the Incubus…"

"I felt something," Blaise said. "Like I have you in my arms… even when I don't… is that because of—"

"The best I can explain it is that we're bonded now Blaise," Harry said with a small smile. "The demon inside you… and the demon inside me… they call for one another, and right now they're together."

"Inside you…" Blaise said slowly. Harry nodded. "With You-Know-Who…" Harry frowned. "I know this is a lot to take in but look at it this way. Inside me is a prison that Dumbledore made. It used to be window and doorless. Four stone walls as high as you can see, and down at the bottom was the Incubus chained and discomfort. I tried to make him more comfortable, give him windows and an open door, but it seems that Voldemort, or the part of Voldemort inside me, became aware of that.

"He didn't start being scary… in fact it seemed he was scared of the Incubus! My demon used to tease and mock Voldemort! But today… he came in, and the Incubus got scared. Very scared…"

"So much so that he called you in and brought my demon in for comfort," Blaise said. He nodded slowly, though there was a small look of confusion on his face. "I think I get most of it…"

"Good… that's a relief," Harry sighed. He leaned in Blaise's arms and held him tightly, "but… we need Draco. As soon as we can get him."

"Do you have a plan to get Draco to fall in love with us?" Blaise asked.

"Maybe…" Harry said slowly. He thought for a moment. "You said that Draco is arrogant, correct?"

"Yeah, I did," Blaise nodded.

"And… that he already likes me, or have a bit of an obsession with me…"

"He does," Blaise nodded.

"Then we must simply make him jealous… and wanting," Harry suggested. "When you are alone with him, talk about me. How I feel, how I taste, how hot I feel when you sheathe your cock inside me… like a perfect whore."

Blaise gave an approving hum, his hands snaking downwards. "I like this plan already," he chuckled.

"Good then you'll enjoy this part," Harry smirked. "We'll simply kiss in front of him, touch each other… and make sure that Draco knows that he has an open invitation…"

"My, my cub, who knew you could be so manipulative?" Blaise chuckled. "I love this idea… though I'm a little worried."

"About what?"

"You," Blaise whispered. "Are you sure you'll be alright?"

Harry chuckled. He looked up and gently pressed his lips against Blaise's. Smiling, he wrapped his hands around Blaise's waist and murmured, "Of course I will Blaise, I have your demon inside me to protect me and my Incubus. It shows how strong our bond is already… I love you Blaise."

"And I love you Harry Potter," Blaise whispered. "And as much as I hate it, I fear we have to part ways… homework and all."

"Yeah," Harry said laughing softly, "I have more than I would like to admit I need to do… Hermione would kill me if she heard I'm slacking off as much as I am."

"Then you better run off and do your work cub, before your friend gets lethal," Blaise chuckled. "In the meantime I'll do my work, and open our little Draco up to the idea of the three of us."

Harry smiled and kissed Blaise again. The Slytherin escorted Harry to the portrait of the Fat Lady, where he left his cub before turning around and making his long way down to the Slytherin Dungeons.

A moody place with black bricks that danced with green fire, Blaise found his target hunched over in a corner. Draco looked a little worse than wear. Blaise could see what looked like the beginnings of bags under Draco's eyes, flawing his usually smooth silk-like skin. I hope that this isn't causing too much pressure on him, Blaise mentally sighed before he moved closer to his friend.

"Draco, I'm so glad to find you here," Blaise smiled. He placed his hand on Draco's shoulder and slid it down the other Slytherin's body as he sat down, resting it in a friendly matter on Draco's thigh. Draco was always a handsome boy, with a slim body he reminded Blaise of Harry, although his Incubus had more… feminine features, Blaise couldn't help but imagine the two of them dressed just for him.

"Blaise," Draco grunted in response. "Where were you?"

"With Harry," Blaise smirked. Draco's hand stopped writing. He turned to stare at Blaise, his eyes going wider as he saw Blaise's new body. "What…"

Blaise smirked. "Dray… you should have seen how that sexy little demon can move," he said in a low voice, his hand slowing edging towards the inner thigh. "He is so talented, so greedy… that boy made me feel things that I've never felt before. He was so hot and tight… the perfect whore and lover."

"R-Really… that's good then," Draco said, his voice cracked and his face was turning red. Blaise smirked as he felt Draco's trousers moved under his hands, a sign that an erection was clearly growing.

"Yeah… and my whore is so needy," Blaise continued, chuckling. "The boy needs cocks inside him, he was practically begging me to have more join our love-making." He smirked as he watched Draco's face get redder. "He's such a perfect whore, listens to any and all commands… can suck my cock perfectly without choking, and his hole… while it's not virgin-tight anymore, it still is very tight. He'll need a few proper fucks to make it into a worthy cunt for the slutty whore he is…"

Draco was fully hard now. A sense of erotic thrill filled Blaise as he moved his hand closer and closer to Draco's clothed cock. The blonde didn't stop him and soon Blaise was squeezing his cock through the fabric, rubbing his thumb around the head and getting some precum. "You love that idea, don't' you Draco? Well you should, because my cub wants all the cock he can get… especially yours. And what kind of boyfriend would I be if I don't feed his needs?" Blaise whispered, moving closer towards Draco's ear until his lips practically touched them, only a few centimeters apart. "He's such a good boy, following every order. And I feel you want to be the same, don't you Dray? Follow orders and have fun with my cub and me?"

"Enough!" Draco yelled, and he violently pushed against Blaise, tripping over his own chair as he scrambled to stand up. His face was still red, and his hard cock was very obvious. Without a word, Draco ran towards the dormitories, leaving Blaise by himself smirking. On his thumb was the precum which he brought to his lips and licked slowly, moaning at the small taste.

"Oh Harry…" he whispered to himself, "thank you for giving me this wonderful gift… being a demon is going to be so much fun. I can taste it."

A/N: I'm so sorry I've just been so busy! I started a new job, depression just kicked me and I can't stop thinking about the ex-friend that I loved…