A/N; Here we are, another part up! oh and... Sorry to everyone, I was caught up with the scene and totally forgot that Gambit and Storm know each other and consider themselves siblings! Please forgive me for not putting it in!
WARNING; SLASH, M-Feral on M-Feral lovin'! Bewarned before hand.
They were seated in Charles' office, Victor slumped into a loveseat, Harry sitting down against his side and bringing down the older Feral's arm around himself, still seeking comfort. Charles took place directly across from them, Ororo in a chair on his left side, Jean and Scott on his right with Logan sitting on the edge of the elder telepath's desk behind his fellow team members, keeping a very close eye on the blond giant.
Gambit had volunteered to keep an eye on the children along with the teenagers, who were all too hyper about what was going on to really entertain the little ones by themselves.
"I guess I should explain from a biological point of view first," Harry sighed, looking up at the ceiling as he gathered his words.
"Because you really mean to tell me that the mother of your children, your 'Victoria' is this…man?" Scott snapped, only keeping to his seat because of Jean's hand on his arm.
"Other way around, little boy," Victor sneered.
Harry rolled his eyes before he looked directly to Jean, the one he knew would understand him the most, even if she looked unsure of his mate.
"Hermione and me have done the research, little that we could find, but Feral mutants have very distinctive features. Victor has retractable sharp nails, Logan has claws that come out from between his knuckles. There are a few others reported also…and then there is me."
"Dear, every mutation is different, you don't have to worry about being out of the norm," Storm interjected, and if you looked closely, you could see the why she'd said it.
Harry had a small twisted smile of self-hate, one that could have been taken for anything, but coupled with his words, they didn't need a large spectrum of psychological knowledge to see it was a war Harry fought inside of himself every day.
"I've no claws, Miss Monroe. My nails are as sharp as any humans'. I don't have fangs, even if my teeth are sharper. I heal just like the others at an impossible rate, but that is the extent of it…visually. Have you ever wondered why a woman Feral has never had an absurd amount of children before?"
The question took them by surprise, and they looked at each other, to see who had a possible answer. Jean was even half tempted to call down to Hank to see if he had any theories.
"Why don't they?"
"Because if they do happen to fall pregnant, as soon as they injure themselves, the womb will restore itself to how it originally was; empty. There is one case we managed to find, and she gave birth to one child successfully, but it was a battle of circumstances and the sheer number of times it took for her try and keep a fetus… she ended up being unable to emotionally care for the child after a few years. It's remarkable we were even able to find the story to start with, but Hermione is persistent that way and I needed information about what I was turning into."
That little smile was there again and if it weren't for Victor being there, Jean and Ororo would have been holding the stuffing out of the young father, though now it would seem to appear he was actually the mother.
"And seeing as you had no outward physical signs of being a Feral, you came up with the theory that…?" Scott urged, shifting in his seat, clearly not as comfortable with the conversation as the others seemed to be.
"My mutation was not made to fight, as theirs was, but to breed. We've also theorized that eventually I won't be able to do it anymore, that with age my healing abilities will catch on with the morning sickness and aches and pains of a pregnancy and deem them to be harmful, but that's yet to come. And yes; it was not only theorized, but also proven; I can fall pregnant and am the bearer of Lilly, Tyler, Caleb and Caiden. I actually have pictures to prove it too… hidden somewhere."
Victor gave a purring chuckle before he talked.
"And how radiant you are with all of that new life inside of you."
When anyone else would have taken that as a compliment, Harry preferred to roll his eyes and elbow the Sabertooth in the stomach, causing the Feral to lose his breath completely, his laugh coming out raspy as he doubled over, arm still clutched around his mate protectively.
"He only means that he quite enjoys how that new life ends up inside of me, the pervert. Anyways, is there any other question about my questionable gender at this point?"
Jean jumped to her feet at that last comment, placing her hands on her hips and she glared at the other green eyed mutant.
"You are definitely male Harry, no one can take that away from you! Sure, you may not have been able to impregnate your ex-wife, but that doesn't mean the rest of your equipment isn't working. Lots of men have defaults in that department and most don't even have a reason for it! And while yes, the fact that you are able to carry children to term is rather unbelievable; you've done it three times so far, twins in one of those bundles! You're unusual, but you were meant to be," she stated firmly, not looking away from him for a second, wanting him to understand her words to their full extent.
He smiled after a few seconds, this one being of amusement rather than self-loathing.
"You really need to meet 'Mione one day," he said, looking more comfortable as he leaned back in his seat, less trying to hide into Victor's side.
"So, other than bein' a mama; how'd the two of ya ever meet? Can't possibly have been coincidence," Logan huffed, chewing on an unlit cigar butt.
Harry suddenly blushed while Victor had a very lecherous smirk on his face.
"Actually, it kind of was. As I'm sure you've heard through the grape vines by now, I used to be married. I was already friends with the family before we started dating and one of her brothers is actually one of my two best friends. My wedding to Ginny was really rushed and we may have not been thinking clearly at the time, but I eventually came to realize the error we'd made. After we made it clear we were getting a divorce, one of her brothers decided to take me out on the town, to celebrate my soon-to-be celibacy."
Charles actually held up a hand, gaining Harry's attention, the young man stopped talking to let the telepath speak.
"Mr. Malfoy mentioned your ex-wife being pregnant as being the catalyst of your nuptial. Was there ever any truth behind it?"
Harry bit his bottom lip, lost in thoughts for a few seconds.
"First time around, we got married, but then she lost it. Third month she was supposed to be in. I never accompanied her to any of her medical exams at that time, so I can't tell if she really was pregnant, but just when I learned about my little problem and was about to tell her about it, she revealed to be pregnant and she clearly wasn't lying that time."
Charles had figured that Harry had found out about his infertility and then left Ginny with the child of whomever she was pregnant with. He had never suspected that she had lied the first time around and had then used an outsider to impregnate her. It also meant she may have had a possible streak of infidelity going on behind Harry's back.
"What happened to the child, if I'm not stepping over any boundaries?"
"Living with his biological father and his lover. You've actually heard of him, I'm sure. Rafael Zabini. He's a playmate of Scorpius' when Draco's over in London."
"Cooties boy?" Logan snorted, amused.
Harry gave a nod, smile wide on his lips.
"Yep, that's the one. Blaise is gay, always has been and always will be, I think his mother might be to blame for that one, but I digress. He keeps on telling Rafael that girls have cooties which is why Rafael has two daddies instead of a daddy and a mommy. His lover, also an old school pal of mine named Seamus Finnigan, finds it hilarious and lays it on thick to the point where Rafael will barely see his grand-mothers."
Scott frowned, leaning forward as Jean sat back down beside him.
"If he's so against women, how did he get your ex pregnant?"
Victor smirked while Harry averted all gazes, his gloved hands twisting around each other.
"When we confronted Ginny about the paternity of the fetus, she revealed that it was Blaise and it all puzzled us. It wasn't a secret in our school that he buggered blokes and after we had pressed her about that statement, she finally told us the truth. She found him extremely drunk one night and abused of his intoxication to see if the rumors were true about his sexual escapades. He didn't remember the experience, only thought he'd dreamed of one of her brothers, since they all share close features. It gained him full custody and I have to admit it's better for Rafael this way."
"Met the crazy bitch once; would be better if ya'd just take her out back and shoot her one 'tween the eyes," Victor grunted.
Harry glared at him.
"Just because she's had troubles in the past doesn't mean she's a bad person. She's doing alright with Dean now and she's causing no one any heartache."
"'Cept ya can't visit the place without calling first to make sure she's outta the house, can ya?"
"It is impolite to just show up at someone's doorstep unless it's an emergency. It's you I should be teaching manners to, not our children."
The big Feral just rolled his eyes, clearly getting disinterested with the argument as he didn't reply.
"Your brother-in-law took you out for a night on the town, I believe you were explaining?" Charles recapped before the couple started to argue.
"Oh, yeah, so George decided I needed a last chance at being wild before I became Teddy's legal guardian and that I needed a new outlook on life, and seeing as he and Fred were ready to try everything once, if not twice to be sure, we went to an open minded club…"
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Harry sat on his bed in Grimmauld Place, watching as George went through his closet, taking out one shirt or pair of slacks before throwing them on a growing pile of discarded.
"Is there anything proper at all in here that isn't what you wore for your wedding?" George asked in exasperation after a few more minutes, coming out of the closet and letting himself fall on the bed besides Harry.
"I don't need to be all dressed up you know."
"You're not getting outta this one that easily, Mr. Potter! We shall go get you proper clubbing clothes and then we are getting you out on the scene, nice and proper, and you are to forget about my unmentionable sibling!" exclaimed the carrot top, jumping to his feet and then proceeding to pull Harry to his.
"The papers aren't even drawn up yet, you know. I am still legally married to her. What if she tries to bring it up against me? That at the first chance I could, I jumped into someone else's arms?"
George rolled his eyes, clearly thinking his younger friend was exaggerating on the subject of infidelity.
"She starts to complain, you have the rest of us as witnesses. We have your back and you know it. Even mum's ready to put Gin aside for what she's done to you, and that's saying a lot. Now come on, before I just jump you here and now!"
Harry burst out laughing, knowing full well that the lonely twin would never think of him in a romantic way.
"Fine, let's go shopping then. But you'll have to let me buy you something too," he replied, trying to see if that wouldn't change the older teenager's mind.
"Oh, I'm more than alright with that! Drinks are on me for the rest of the night though!"
Harry could only laugh, shaking his head as he grabbed a light coat against the chill and followed the unusually chirper redhead out.
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The music was pulsing in his veins, the alcohol helping his blood along dance around until his limbs felt as light as air, the bodies moving around him, against him, urged him on to forget everything outside of the moment.
Opening his green eyes, he spotted George twirling around a boy and a girl, kissing both alternatively, his grief over losing the other half of his soul clear as he tried to lose himself in the moment also.
Knowing his friend was still close and alive, Harry turned away and wrapped his arms around the neck of the person dancing behind him, letting the music once more wash over his every senses.
It was as someone's hand started to pull at his belt, trying to undo it that he stepped back and moved away from the middle of the dance floor, heading for the bar.
Once there, he took a deep breath and rested his forehead against his crossed arms on the bar top, hoping to get a bit of fresh air away from the throng of people. Not finding exactly what he was looking for in that position and not wanting to leave the club without George, he instead looked up and down the bar, trying to spot where the busy bartenders were.
And before he could actually locate one, a barmaid appeared in front of him with a drink, placing it in front of him and giving him a wink.
"From the gent over at the booth there," she said, pointing at the shady semi circular benched areas with tables in the middle, where Harry could only make out the vague outline of a large person sitting directly in the middle across from the opening, arms placed lazily on top of the bench.
"And what's he been drinking all night?" the green eyed mutant asked, raising a brow.
She smiled widely, placed a beer in front of him.
"He's already paid for it too," she giggled.
Harry rolled his eyes and made his way through the patrons, easily dodging wildly moving limbs and drunken walkers. When he reached the booth, he glanced back to see where George was, and once he found him happily still on the dance floor, he entered the shaded area, his eyes easily adjusting to take in the long haired blond of a beast that had bought him a drink, placing the beer in front of this stranger and taking a sip of whatever concoction he had been given.
"Thanks for the drink," he said, feeling a shiver go up his spine as those piercing eyes looked at him.
"Pleasure's all mine, puppet."
He wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or something else, but he felt the urging need to crawl into this dangerous creature's lap, but he held himself back. He'd heard enough stories from others on how things like that could make a person just disappear, never to be seen again; and while that notion sounded rather appealing at the moment, what with all the media attention and the fans wanting something from him all the time; he needed to be present to take care of Teddy.
"American?" Harry guessed, knowing the man's accent wasn't from anywhere in the UK.
"Further up north. Canadian. Though it's been a few years since I've even considered anywhere my actual home," purred the man, leaning forward, taking in a deep breath close to Harry.
The simply gesture immediately clued Harry in on what was going on, and he suddenly stiffened. It made the stranger smirk.
"What do you want?" Harry hissed, looking over his shoulder to see if George was alright, but from his sitting position he couldn't get a clear view to the dance floor.
"That all depends on who ya think I am, little puppet," was chuckled darkly, sending more shivers up Harry's back.
Harry found himself unable to answer. There were now more possibilities, and with the setting he was presently in, he couldn't outright accuse the man of being any magical creatures, and if he accused him of being some kind of mutant and turned out to be of the first category, the dangerous stranger could get offended and harmful.
So he kept quiet and those yellow eyes danced with sadistic amusement.
"Was wanderin' by a couple weeks past, and I saw this battle goin' on. Got my blood pumpin' jus' seein' it," the man continued, shivering in mock pleasure. "And as I looked on, somethin' caught my attention. This frail little thin', standin' in the middle of a field of bodies, facin' this deformity o' life. They attacked each other, and both fell, everyone thinkin' they had died."
Harry could only stare with wide eyes, this being having seen the end of the last battle at Hogwarts, on the day that he finally killed Tom Riddle, and learned he wasn't as normal as he had hoped he could become once his nemesis was out of this world.
"Was 'bout to jus' leave after they all gathered around ya, and they confirmed ye were dead rather loudly, when ya moved. That, puppet, caught my attention."
Harry gulped and then looked for actual exit strategies, knowing he would have no good reason for just Apparating out of the muggle club and he would get charged for it, which would make even more publicity hounding for him.
But a clawed hand settled on his shoulder, the stranger's muscled arm resting heavily on his back and he was pulled closer to this dangerous creature, and he found it to be distressingly intoxicating.
"Yer one of a kind, I can just tell. And I want ya to be all mine," was growled into Harry's ear.
Green eyes losing focus, Harry was barely conscious of turning his head towards the blond man before his lips were being devoured, his eyes closing at the pure 'rightness' of the feeling of it as a carnal hunger bloomed inside the pit of his stomach before he grabbed a handful of that long hair and did indeed climb into the stranger's lap after all.
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"We met there and got a few drinks together," Harry explained, blushing as he came out of his memories of the night, glad to have his Occlumency shields up at all times, especially since he knew there were two powerful telepaths in the room with him.
Victor gave a snort at his words, moving the arm around his body so that his hand closed possessively around Harry's hips.
"More than a few drinks, if I remember right. Ya tried to sneak outta my hotel room as if I wouldn't notice ye leavin' too."
Harry sunk in his seat, blush darkening.
"I thought you were asleep."
"Yer lucky I even allowed ya to sleep at all," the Sabertooth replied lecherously.
Jean was now developing a blush also, Scott looking once more uncomfortable. Ororo was clearly holding back her laughter while Charles patiently waited for the mates to turn back their attention to the rest of the room.
But Victor only smirked widely as Harry's thoughts clearly went back to that faithful night.
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Harry barely managed to get a hold of George to tell him he was leaving before he was being dragged out of the club, stumbling as much from the alcohol than from the sexual energy building up from just making out with his stranger. He was actually barely able to notice anything surrounding them, his full attention on his forearm, where he was being held by the strong hand, the mutant's claws threatening to break the soft skin…
Not that he cared at the moment. He was actually starting to wonder how that would feel.
Looking around from the bed, Harry was actually impressed to find they weren't in a dingy place, and it made him look up at his partner with searching eyes as the man locked the door and actually placed a chair under the door knob.
"Expecting anyone?" Harry challenged, raising a brow as he leaned back on his elbows, legs crossed.
"Not at all, but ya can never know. Don't want'a be interrupted anyways."
Harry nodded and watched as the worn beige trench coat was dropped to the floor, leaving his seducer in slacks and a tight black long sleeved shirt, making Harry almost moan at the sight in direct light.
"The name's Harry, by the way," he actually found himself saying.
"A delightful pleasure. I go by Victor," the man purred as he moved closer, grabbing a hold of Harry's ankles, before separating his legs in one smooth move that had Harry on his stomach, back facing his partner for the night.
Instead of the instant panic Harry would have thought would have taken him in such a vulnerable position, he found himself even more aroused, pushing up until he was on his hands and knees, looking over his shoulder with a raised brow.
"In a hurry?" he teased.
"Ya want the truth? If I ain't in ya in the next minute, I can't guaranty yer survival," Victor growled back, his voice very threatening…
… which aroused Harry like never before. In a swift move, he got out from under Victor's claws and turned to face him on his knees, hands reaching for the blonde's clothes. He was surprised when this stranger simply let him pull his shirt up, helping by raising his arms and then just watching with his sharp eyes as Harry's hands went to his belt.
And that's when the young wizard felt himself hesitate, hands having undone the belt and button, zipper halfway down, the slacks clearly bulging out from the Canadian's erectness.
When he chanced to glance up, Victor's head was tilted to the side, eyes full of need, but also curiosity. It caused Harry to swallow with difficulty before he spoke.
"I've never… with another man. I don't know…"
Victor looked at Harry for a few seconds, something clearly passing in his eyes, but Harry wasn't able to read it, before a slow grin grew on the older man's lips, becoming a full on smirk.
"Ya jus' don't realize how much that makes me happy, puppet," came out of those lips before they covered Harry's, all talking flying out of their minds as their bodies pressed together.
Clothes became history in a matter of seconds, Harry barely registering that his new shirt was ripped into pieces and that those sharp nails were a breath away from breaking his sensitive skin. In a blur of motion, he found himself once more on his hands and knees, biting into the pillow as a large, lubed object was being pushed pass his anal ring muscles, causing a painful stretching feeling to run up his spine.
"Easy babe, it's gonna get better, just ya wait," Victor purred, large hands gripping his hips in a bruising grip, not that they would show the next morning, Harry knew.
"Hurts," Harry managed to hiss out, gasping as Victor moved an inch more inside.
"And it'll always. Ya'll always be this tight," the blond grunted, shaking with the effort of holding back.
Looking over his shoulder, Harry was able to see the look of absolute concentration of his present lover's face, and for some reason, he didn't like that look on his face. Letting out a deep breath, Harry closed his eyes and started an exercise of clearing one's mind, one he always had trouble with since it needed for the consciousness and body to be separated and he'd never fully achieved it.
"Do it," Harry hissed, knowing it had to be done now or he'd never be able to.
"Aye aye," was his only warning.
Victor plunged in fully, giving a small roar of satisfaction, Harry's back arching down in pain, a small cry of despair leaving his lips. The pain was less than what he had to endure at the hands of Voldemort and his Death Eaters at times, which allowed Harry to relax sooner into the new feeling from his body being invaded and he actually found himself surprised to feel Victor just staying curled around him, forehead pressed against Harry's back, in no hurry to move.
"Still alive?" Harry found himself asking, breath short.
"I should be the one askin'," came back in a purr.
"Tch, as if I can't handle this. Move."
"Hmm, bossy."
Those were the last words either emitted, Victor pulling his cock out halfway before pounding back into the smaller man, doing this slowly, but with strength, until Harry started to feel the pain being numbed and pleasure take its place. Before long, Victor caught the location of Harry's sweet spot and that's when Harry was sure the neighbors were going to complain, his back arching in pleasure so much that he rose onto his knees only, forcing his dangerous stranger to sit back on his haunches while furiously fucking him without anymore fear of Harry being in pain.
A/N; See ya next time! Leave a comment if you fancy to!