Bring me to Life
Chapter 7
At dinner that night silence filled the dinning room. There had been much revealed and so there was much to think of on the ends of both Andriel and Sherlock. Harry giggled, deciding the silence was not going to last much longer, "SebSeb!" Andriel smiled, "Now now Delair, can you say 'Andriel?'" Harry's Brows creased, "An...And...Andel?" Andriel laughed, "That's close enough. That's my name now. Your name is Delair." Harry huffed, "Deli?" Andriel nodded, "that's right."
Sherlock laughed, "That may take a while for him to get use to. He's smart though isn't he?" Andriel agreed, "Yes it will take him a little while, but not too long. As you said, he is intelligent. That along with the fact that wizarding children are able to understand things quicker than muggle children will help us greatly.
Andriel sighed, "Sherlock, you seem to hold no threat to us or the muggle world. You have magical ancestery and so I am not allowed to hold you here. You may choose to go back to your world if you wish. If you choose this I will take you home and that will be the end of it. If you however choose to integrate into the wizarding world I would not be adverse to allowing you to stay here. I would be able to teach you about this world, in exchange for your help with Harry. Lucius and I could help you become quite successful here...If that is what you wish."
Sherlock took a moment, thinking over his options. He could on one hand, go home and forget this ever happened. To a place where he never quite belonged. Never quite fit in...or he could stay here. Stay here where he felt a spark of happiness. A place where he could learn who he really is and flourish. If he were to leave...He would be without Andriel as well...and that was something he was not willing to do. Particularly when there was an option to spend the rest of his life with said man. Decision made he nodded, "I want to stay. I just learned that I could have magic. I want to learn who I am...I want you to teach me. As strange as it seems since I have never cared for children that much, I am particularly fond of Delair. Helping raise him would be an honor more than a chore."
Andriel smiled, "Wonderful...Since we were so busy today I haven't had a chance to have the house elves prepare your bedroom...would you be adverse to sharing my room one more night?" Sherlock tried not to smirk. Andriel seemed to forget that Sherlock was not so gullable. Though he had only been in this world for less than 48 hours, Sherlock had been granted the oppurtunity to talk to the house elves and was well aware that anything Andriel asked them to do would be done with nothing but a snap or two of the creatures fingers. Sherlock did not let Andriel know he knew as much however and agreed to the sleeping arrangements for the evening. He too had enjoyed sharing the bed with another, and was not about to refuse the offer.
As they finished up with their supper, Andriel picked Delair out of his high chair, "I am going to put this little monster to bed. Meanwhile you can help your self to some of my sleeping robes. Tomorrow we will be going to visit Lucius to discuss more serious matters, and to allow his son, and Delair to get some energy out. I will be upstairs shortly.
Once Delair was put to sleep Andriel made his way down the hall to his sleeping chambers. Peeking in he smiled softly to his self. Before him Sherlock stood in front of the mirror seemingly please with the way his own sleeping robes fit. Andriel made his presence known, "I hope they are comfortable." Sherlock nodded absent mindedly, "Yes they are quite suitable I think. I may have to get some for myself." Andriel nodded his agreement, "Yes. A shopping trip is in order. I am sure Harry would like to go shopping as well. Perhaps tomorrow we can take the boys shopping and stop at the park. That will give the boys time to run off some energy and we can talk while they play at the park. I am sure Lucius will be agreeable."
The men climbed into bed curling under thick satin blankets. Turning towards eachother the two continue to talk mindlessly. They learned about eachother. Andriel learning that Sherlock liked american food, while Sherlock learning that Andriel had an appretiation for potions and cooking. In the midst of their mindless talk a strand of hair slipped into Sherlocks' eyes. Not thinking about his actions, Andriel brushed the strand of hair from Sherlocks' eyes with the tip of his calloused finger.
_Warning: Intense Gay Romantic Interation_
Sherlock felt his breath catch in his throat, "Andriel, what is going on...between us I mean." Andriel sighed, "I am unsure of that my self. Assuming that you are lack the answer we both seek, perhaps it is best to just see where this takes us?" Sherlock leaned into the dark man's hand, "Yes. I can agree with that...but...how far are we going to let it take us right now?"
Andriel smirked, "well...are you okay with me doing this?" He then brushed his lips against Sherlocks'. Sherlock laughed joining in the game, "I think so." Andriel continued rolling on top of the man, "And how about this." Andriel took to kissing down Sherlocks' neck, nibbling and sucking, memorizing each spot that made the man beneath him moan..whimper. All of the heavy breathing and reactions. Sherlock gasped, "G...god yes!"
The game faded to the back of their minds as Severus went further down, dragging his tongue accross the fabric covered chest, dragging his teeth accross the slowly hardening nipples. Making his way to the lining of Sherlocks boxers and the end of the tank top he was wearing. Creeping his fingers along the white fabric, Andriel pushed Sherlocks' shirt up slowly, kissing each bit of revealed flesh, dipping he tongue into each muscular crevice. Andriel couldn't remember anything ever tasting so sweet.
Sherlock moved his hands behind his head giving Andriel full access to his body. Peice by peice Andriel removed his clothing all the while seeming to worship Sherlocks' body pulling the most rediculous sounds from the man. Sherlock grew impatient seeing Andriel so clothed while he was so...not clothed. "You next. I want to see you."
Andriel chuckled pulling his shirt off followed by his boxers, "Is this what you wanted." Sherlock nodded, mouth too dry to speak. By god this man was perfection. But it was as Sherlock saw the man in his full glory that he knew he wasn't ready to go all the way..after all with all his work back at home he had never had any time to enjoy the pleasures of a man or woman. This was new to him. Andriel saw the shock and fear in Sherlocks eyes and kissed the man softly, "Don't worry. I know you're not ready to do everything. That is why I said, 'where it leads us.' There are other ways of enjoying eachothers pleasure."
Andriel took Sherlocks hand and put it to his chest, "You can touch me, and I you," the hands slid down as Andriel lead Sherlock to grip his cock, "do you like this?" Sherlock nodded, "Yes. You feel good. I like touching you ." Andriel released Sherlocks' hand in order to grab Sherlocks' erection. "Stoke me," Andriel instructed, "Fuck yes. That's it. Just like that." All the while Andriel was also following these instructions. Gripping his hand around Sherlocks shaft, practically drueling as Sherlocks' head wents back attempting to gasp for breath. They went on the this, panting and sweating. Practically melting into one hot melting mess of goo.
Sherlock couldn't help it. He tried to hold on as long as he could manage but Andriels' hands were to warm. Too skilled. and he? He was too new to this. "Andriel. Please. I'm not going to last long." Andriel could have cum as Sherlock spoke these words, "It's okay Sherlock. Me too. Let go for me. I want to see you a mess. I want to see you let go like you do for no one else. Let me see past your masks." The gentle encouragment from his bed partner sent Sherlock over the edge, leaving sherlock to let out a quiet scream, "Fuuuck! Andriel! God! Damn It! So good." He hips bucked into Andriels' hand. Just when he thought he was finished cumming, Andriel let go of his own release. Hearing Andriel curse as his hot streams of cum hit his stomach, he felt his own cock release a couple more weak spurts.
Falling against eachother they got control of their breathing before Andriel cleaned them up and the curled against eachother. Sherlock laughed, "See where it takes us you said?" Andriel returned the tired laughed, "Indeed. There is something about you Sherlock...You...Bring me to life in ways I didn't think possible. As I said. We will see where this takes us."