Slash ahead! (No lemon, but some smut)

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Harry stretched as far as he could, blankets sliding from his body to pool at his waist as he sat up. He smoothed the blankets beneath his hands and idly gave a half smirk half frown. Hogwarts started in two weeks. The Quidditch World Series started in two days. He glanced to the tickets on his dresser. Sirius had somehow gotten a hold of them and sent them along to him. Sirius and Remus were doing fine for being on the run. Actually they weren't really on the run. They had got out of the country and into France. Only the British wizards seemed really worried of catching them, and everyone believed they were in Britain.

Harry shook the thoughts of his godfather off and stood. He moved away from the bed to the dresser where he grabbed a white bathrobe. He pulled it on, loosely tying the sash to keep it shut. He waved his hand at the bed and it was quickly made. Then he moved to the window and pulled the heavy curtains aside showing the bright sun. He idly hummed as he moved towards his door. He slid out of his room and into the hall, set on heading to the bathroom for a shower. He was barely four steps from his room when two arms wound around his waist and pulled him into a bare chest. Harry tilted his head slightly to see over his shoulder.

Noir wore only a pair of black baggy pants, chest bare, and long black hair loose, falling to his waist. He pulled Harry up against him, squeezing him tightly and leaning over slightly to make up for Harry's small stature. The man made a hum of pleasure as he gently planted kisses up Harry's neck. Harry gave a sharp intake as Noir nipped at his neck. He caught Noir's icy blue eyes flash red.

When was the last time the man had had blood? Sharp fangs grazed over his skin as Noir let out a throaty whimper/moan. Harry was spun around and shoved into the wall violently. His head hit the wall and for a moment he was dazed. Hands grabbed his wrists and held them tightly to the wall. He was pushed up the wall slightly so his feet no longer touched the ground. Noir pushed his knees apart to lean between his legs. Harry legs half clamped to Noir's legs to keep himself up easier.

"Noir-" Harry gasped, cutting off as teeth sunk into the junction between his throat and his shoulder.

He let out a choked cry which slowly died into a moan of pleasure. He forgot everything. He felt himself go limp, only held up by Noir. He felt absolute pleasure and let out a shuddering moan as he leaned his head back, eyes fluttering shut. Noir echoed his moan with one of his own. Harry was starting to get a bit light headed when Noir pulled back, teeth red with blood. As Noir pulled back the feeling of pleasure vanished. Noir's tongue darted out to lick the puncture wounds on Harry's neck before licking the blood off his lips.

"I love your blood." Noir said breathlessly. "It tastes of power and fire."

He liked his lips again and leaned over, ready to take more blood. Harry didn't know what would happen if Noir took more blood. He may suck him dry. When vampires got hungry few things could snap them out of their bloodlust. Lesser vampires would be quite vicious and brutal when trying to get their blood but the higher up vampires had more control, most of the time enough to even stop should they need. Harry tugged futilely at the hold Noir held on him. His senses were too fuzzy to try and use magic. He was so close to unconsciousness from the loss of blood. He couldn't grasp the magic so he grasped the next best thing.

The fire came easy, flaring out from Harry towards Noir. Noir gave a hiss as his arms burnt, dropping Harry to leap back a few steps. Red flames danced around Harry on the wall and floor, not burning but protecting. Harry collapsed on the ground, holding himself up on a half propped elbow. Noir gave a menacing snarl, lips pulling back to show the enlarged fangs as his eyes flashed red. Harry now knew Noir hadn't had blood in a long time. It took a while for him to get to this level of uncontrolled bloodlust.

Harry gave a half whimper as he felt his neck, pulling his hand away to see his fingers stick with blood. Unlike what many people thought, being bitten by a vampire wasn't clean. They had to reach a main vein meaning the wound would also, meaning blood still flowed (if the vampire didn't suck you dry). He almost smiled idly at the blood before he lurched from the blood loss. He felt his elbow slid out from under him and his body hit the floor. His vision was slightly blurry. He could hear snarls and crackles though and see a red barrier in front of him.

Fire was not merely a force that existed and could be utilized. It was essentially alive. Harry wasn't sure it would be fair to call it truly alive, because if that were the case then fire could die. And Harry was pretty sure it couldn't die. You can fight it, you can resist it, you can block it or even negate it. But it would still exist. And it had a mind of its own. It would protect him even if he fell unconscious. The reason it hadn't attacked Noir when he had started to suck the blood was because Harry had long ago told it not to attack the vampire. As soon as he was really threatened though, the order was broken and the fire was protecting him now.

Harry heard a yell of someone and heard the snarls die down. A scream rang out before it silenced, cut off abruptly. He felt his fire pull close to him warming him as it brushed against his skin to see if he was okay. He felt someone step forwards and heard his fire… hiss at them. He heard a calming voice try to reach him but everything was so dull. His fire parted though, vanishing. Harry knew who ever it was they were no threat then.

He felt something pressed against his lips and drained into his mouth. He jolted and tried to fight it. Too many memories of poison or being forced to swallow things that hurt him. His fire came back at his panic but did not stop the man. It wasn't fully responding to him. Like it knew he had to take what ever this was. Slowly he swallowed the liquid and immediately he started to feel better. As he licked his lips he recognized the taste; blood-replenishing potion. A moment later his vision was better and he could see Noir holding a man by his throat and sucking him dry. Maen was crouched beside him.

"You okay little flame?" Maen asked.

The werewolf seemed slightly uneasy. From fear of what Harry would say? Of fear for Harry? Of frustration or anger from Harry? Perhaps he was afraid of Harry's reaction?

"Fine." Harry rasped out.

"I did not know he was that hungry or I would not have left you alone to go hunt for him."

Harry gave a nod and reached up to rub the wound. It was still pouring blood, but at a much slower pace. He clamped his hand down to stop the blood flow even more as he pulled himself to his feet, grasping the wall for support. Maen grabbed his elbow and also helped him up.

"You made a break through with your control of fire at least." Maen said with a crooked grin.

Harry frowned in question.

"Before, you controlled the fire well enough and it would almost always listen. Soon it'll be able to protect you even when you do not call it up, an automatic defence, even before you're on the verge or death or mutilation. It'll sense danger immediately. It's also taking shapes without your influence." Maen grinned. "It fought off Noir while in the form of a fox."

Harry gave a slow nod.

"I'm going to have a shower."

Maen's grin slipped away and he gave a nod. Harry stumbled to the bathroom.

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Harry was awoken by a hand brushing hair from his face. After the blood draining he had had a shower and then went back to bed, the abrupt drain and replenishing of blood tired his body out. Harry's eyes snapped opened to find Noir sitting on the edge of his bed, hovering over him. His hair was still loose making a curtain around them. He stroked Harry's cheek.

"I am sorry little flame, I did not mean to loose control." The man whispered.

Harry gave a small nod.

"Do you forgive me flame?"

"…Yes." Harry said.

The man gave a small smile and leaned over. He hesitated a moment, his face hovering centimetres from Harry's. Then he leaned over and kissed him. Noir's one hand reached over him, so he leaned more over Harry, and grabbed his left hand, clasping it gently. When Noir pulled back Harry was breathless, gasping for air. Noir leaned over and pressed his face into Harry's neck, nuzzling it softly.

"I can still remember the taste of your blood. Like your ability to control fire it gave a pleasurable burn. And your power practically flowed through it. It was intoxicating." He breathed breathlessly.

Noir let his hands go and rolled fully onto the bed, his legs on either side of him, his arms on either side of Harry's head. Harry found the man had washed the blood off but still only wore baggy black pants. Harry relaxed into the bed and Noir worked his robe open, making it hang open, half on his shoulders. His hands found Harry's again and curled with his own fingers. The older man gently kissed down to his chest, running his tongue over parts. Harry moaned softly at the touch, arching slightly into the man. Noir gave a chuckle.

"Allow me, little flame, to show you pleasure almost better then getting your blood drained from you."

Harry gave a soft whimper. Noir straightened to a sitting position and pulled Harry up with him. Harry wrapped his arms around Noir's shoulders as the man kissed at his neck, pulling Harry onto his lap. One of Noir's arms wrapped around his waist to keep him up while the other worked at pulling his robe fully off. He growled in irritation as he couldn't fully get it off with one hand. Suddenly an extra arm reached around and pulled it off, throwing it over the edge of the bed. Harry caught a glance of blonde hair and amber eyes. Noir gave a grin over his shoulder.

"Come to help me, Maen?"

"Of course. I wouldn't miss joining in on his first time."

Harry shuddered as fingers ran up his spine. Maen's fingers were quite warm where Noir's were cool.

"Let's not keep the poor virgin a virgin much longer." Noir purred.

"I'm only fourteen." Harry gasped in pleasure as a tongue ran up his back.

"So?" Noir and Maen grinned.

Harry could only moan in pleasure again as they pressed him between themselves.

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Harry woke slowly, not coming to full awareness in seconds like usual. The first thing he felt as arms around his waist and warmth on one side and a coolness on the other side. His eyes fluttered open and he caught sight of blondish hair. He lifted his head slightly and blinked at Maen. The werewolf lay pressed against him, arms circling his waist, face pressed into his stomach. Harry had half curled around the man, hugging his neck. A cool, pale arm, lay over his side, and over onto Maen. He twisted his head slightly to find Noir lying on his stomach, hair fanned out, one arm under his head, and face pressed into Harry's back. Harry shifted slightly and both arms squeezed tighter.

"Sleep yet little Flame. It is early." Maen whispered into his skin, fingers tracing his legs.

"Pedophilia." Harry muttered.

He had no real complaints though. He'd never felt like a child or even a teen. Maen just grinned viciously. Harry sighed slightly and relaxed again, eyes drifting shut. He gave a faint smile and felt himself drift off once again.

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End of Chapter 26.