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So this is a Harry/SLASH crossover series of one shots.

WARNING: SLASH. Go back now if you don't like it. Not beta'd.

These are the crossovers I'm willing to do. I may have forgotten one or two or three and if you know I'll write them, you can go ahead and send me a message. But remember, just because I read some of the fics, doesn't mean I can write them as well.

Angel/Bones/BTVS/Charmed/Criminal Minds/CSI: Las Vegas/ CSI: Miami/Ghost Whisperer/Glee/House/The Mentalist/Merlin (BBC)/Mortal Instruments/Sherlock (BBC)/ Supernatural/Twilight

Just send me a message with a pairing and a prompt.

Natalie668 has requested a Harry/Angel pairing (Angel)

"It was only a little nibble!" Spike defended himself as Angel pinned him up against the office wall. "He smelled funny!"

Harry made a sound of indignation from where he lent against the desk, a hand to his throat. He glared angrily at the platinum blond.

"You had no right to even be near him!" Angel snarled, face vamped out in his anger. "I should rip you apart!"

"Oh come on, Nancy boy," Spike struggled against the tight grip. "How was I to know that-"

Angel pulled Spike away from the wall and threw him across the room. The other vampire rolled over and jumped to his feet, body coiled and ready to fight if Angel made another attack on him. Harry rolled his eyes at the display. He straightened up and placed a hand on Angel's forearm when the undead male made to continue his assault.

"Angel, enough." Harry commanded, staring hard into the demonic yellow eyes of his lover. "Spike didn't know who I was."

"He bit you!" Angel exclaimed incredulously.

"Nibbled! I nibbled him." Spike growled. "You're just being melodramatic, you ponce."

"Melodramatic? Me?" Angel snapped out.

"The both of you, pack it in." Harry ordered. Angel and Spike both looked mutinous. "Now." Harry glared.

"Fine." Angel muttered and pulled his arm free from Harry's grasp to wrap it about his waist, pulling the wizard in close. His face transformed back to human, but the fierceness was still shining in his eyes as he watched Spike wearily. The younger vampire relaxed when he saw that his sire wasn't about to launch into a fight. He smirked at the possessiveness that Angel showed, and already several new and insulting nicknames were forming in his mind.

"So, Captain forehead has got himself a boyfriend." Spike smirked. "A... wizard, if my tastebuds serves me right."

Angel growled warningly.

"I am a wizard." Harry admitted with a shrug. "Name's Harry Potter."

Spike blinked at that. "Harry Potter. As in the Harry Potter. Defeater of Voldemort?"

It was Harry's turn to blink. "Does everyone know who I am?"

"Pretty much anyone who was on the side of evil." Spike shrugged.

Harry frowned.

"Spike used to be evil." Angel informed Harry.

"Used to be." Spike repeated. "Past tense."

"Oh." Harry nodded, snuggling into Angel's side. "Okay then."

"Angel was evil too." Spike saw fit to point out. "Tortured and killed a lot more than I did."

"Spike." Angel tightened his grip around Harry when he felt the mortal move. "Shut. Up."

"It's all right." Harry soothed Angel. "I already know." At Angel's sceptical and worried look, Harry wrapped his own arms around the vampire and stared up at him with trusting eyes. "And I don't care."

Angel smiled down at him with relief. Harry mimicked him, tilting his head back in a silent request. Now grinning, Angel complied, bringing their lips together in a long and gentle kiss. Both ignored the disgusted sound from Spike and focused on one another. Harry whined when one of Angel's hands slipped down past his hip to rest on his arse.

"Oh, bloody hell, save me." Came Spike's voice, followed by the slam of the office door.

Neither cared as Harry was backed up against the wall roughly. Harry gave a squeak when his back met the hard surface, before moaning when Angel detached their lips and started to make his way down to his neck, where he paid special attention to the bite mark that Spike had left earlier.

"He had no right to touch you." Angel growled lowly, sucking at the skin harshly. "You are mine. You should only have my mark."

"Yes." Harry hissed, nearly slipping into parseltongue. "Your mark."

"Next time he comes near you, stake him." Angel ordered, pressing Harder against Harry, now licking at the small bruise that was forming tenderly.

"Promise." Harry huffed when Angel pulled away a little. "Don't stop."

"I'm not." Angel glanced at the doors. "I just don't want anyone to disturb us."

"It's called magic." Harry said, pulling his wand out from the wrist holder it rested in. With a wave the doors glowed briefly, followed by the sound of a lock clicking in place. "Done. Nothing short of a strong blasting spell can get through that."

Angel smirked down at his lover. "I hope you have nothing planned for a while." He said.

"Nothing springs to mind." Harry tugged at the shirt Angel wore meaningfully. "If there was anything, it won't be that important."

"Good to know." Angel hummed, suddenly lifting Harry up off his feet, leaving the other male no choice but to wrap his legs around Angel's waist.

"What about the windows?" Harry had the mind to ask.

"Screw them."

"I'd rather you screw me."

Angel laughed, the sound quickly becoming muffled against Harry's lips. Thankfully no one needed the two for several hours, on the other hand, Harry had forgotten to put up the silencing charms.

A little bit of a possessive Angel, there. Hmm.