A/N: Inspired by KT Tunstall's Black Horse & The Cherry Tree and Maroon 5's Come Away to the Water. I was listening to them when this popped straight into my head... AU and Regency Era once again. Harry's the stable boy, Sev's the Lord of the Manor; you tell me where this is going. *snicker*

DISCLAIMER: No matter how much I wave my wand, I will never own Sev and our favorite green-eyed Wizard. *sobs*

WARNING: Yaoi is an important part of these. Please desist in flaming. Werewolves, werecats and implied sex; oh my. I couldn't resist this one.

-Ryder

P.S. There may be more than one title that gets a continuation; Dragon's Might, Dragon's Might II... etc.

P.P.S. READ ME FIRST! The Sub and Dom mentioned here are general categories but the term Domme is in fact a lifestyle choice. The way it's used here is meant that way for a certain married couple that is mentioned. However, it's not that way for the threesome I love writing so much about. Casual, casual and in case ya didn't unnerstand the FIRST time I said it... CASUAL. They do switch places but rather infrequently.

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Harry urged Belladonna, the Laird's huge Arabian stallion, into a gallop the horse still full of skittishness. After cooling down the beautiful animal he hummed softly as he curried the thick black coat. Mr. Weasley, his employer besides the Laird, was getting on in the years and could no longer take care of the horses as he once had. He caught the conversation going on between Arthur and the newcomer as he groomed the Arabian.

"Arthur, who was that reckless fool on Bella?"

"Hello, Milord. That's Harry. I hired him on since I can't take care of them like I used to n' the man's good with horses."

"Hmph. Has he been biting our newest hostler?"

"As if, sir. He took one look at Bella and just stared him down. Told that willfull beast of yours that if he didn't bite, he'd ride him good... Just like you do when you have a terrible day of meetings."

"Canter was too early." his highest employer harrumphed, the tall figure towering over Mr. Weasley.

"Hey, beautiful. No... Hahaha! Stop tha'!" Harry squeaked as Belladonna nosed his chest after he'd finished up with the currying. "Alright. Ah spoil ya too much. Maybe Ah should give mah attention to Fawkes." The stallion snorted at the mention of Harry's own prized stallion, a big Libyan who had blood-bay coloring. "Don't ya harrumph at me lahke that. Just lahke your owner, hmm? Beautiful and complicated in more ways than one." he whispered against the horse's smoothed out mane.

"Fawkes?"

"Harry's got his own stallion that he keeps here and pays for with his earnings. Doesn't steal, works harder than even my boys and Molly dotes on him."

"A glowing report, I'm sure, but not to my standards. I want to meet him."

"He should be finishing Bella shortly. Harry, m'boy, you done?"

"Yeah. Bella's nosing me 'gain though..." Sure enough, Harry had to shove the affectionate stallion away from him as he left the loose box. "Sorry." He had a sheepish grin on his face and then froze at the sight of Lord Snape. Looking down, he twined his twitching black tail around his thigh and flattened his ears against his head.

"A werecat? You hired a were to handle my horses?" Harry gave his employer a small smile and loped to where he kept his already packed bag, clucking at his stallion, mounting as easily as he always had. Keeping the facade was hard for Mr. Weasley (who treated him like family even when he'd been revealed) and he tipped his hat at Lord Snape before exiting the barn at a trot. "I'm thinking, you idiot, not telling you to leave." The man snapped just as Fawkes stepped hoof over the doorway. "I haven't even been properly introduced and you're already half-way out the door. Whatever for?"

"Wizards don't like weres, sir. Ah was just gettin' out of your hair before Ah could cause trouble." he admitted honestly, turning in the saddle. "Ya didn' seem th' type ta take in strays."

"Drop the accent."

"'Tisn't one, Laird. Ah come from th' rocks o' Ireland."

"Ireland... Ireland... Potter." Harry flinched at the name. "You're the-Merlin damn it all. James Potter's been searching for you for weeks!" Harry had finally had enough and snarled back, baring his fangs as he wheeled his stallion about to face Lord Snape.

"Ah cannae go home! Mah Da would personally see ta it tha' Ah get shot with silver! Ah cannae get rid of this and these; if Ah could, Ah'd have been back all those weeks ago, ya Bastaird! Mah Ma just about broke when Ah told her Ah was leavin' 'cause he'd kill me and make a new Heir with her!" he roared fiercely, jumping off his horse and getting into Snape's face on his tip-toes. "Can't go home, can't stay anywhere... Might as well be doin' somethin' that Ah enjoy." Harry sighed as he deflated, slumping his shoulders in defeat. "Do what ya want."

"Welcome to my staff, Mr. Potter. I take it you've met my valet?"

"Valet? Nah. Ain't even been close ta th' thing ya call a house."

"Remus Lupin is my personal valet. He's a werewolf and manages just fine except for the morning after the moon. I can occasionally get dressed by myself."

"An' they don'... They don' make remarks?"

"I am what you call an eccentric Lord, Mr. Potter."

"'M not a Potter anymore." came the mumbled reply.

"Just Harry?"

"Ah happen ta lahke bein' jus' Harry." he defended hotly.

"All of my lunar employees end up taking the name Lupin. Would you like to as well?"

"There's more of us here?" Harry countered with another question.

"Several and only Remus does inside work. You are to continue with the fine horsemanship I see here. However, you urged Belladonna into a canter far faster than I would have."

"He wanted it today; was practically pullin' me forward this mornin'... Ah just let him have at it, sir."

"You're done for the day, yes?" the damnable man smiled and Harry sighed.

"Am now, ya Highness. Where ya want me?"

In the Manor, Harry leaned against a black marble pillar as the Laird and Master went off to seek out his 'lunar employees' just for him. He didn't understand the man and was confused by the brusque tone but gentle words.

"Severus, you've probably confused the man." his ears pricked up at the sound of a gentle male voice and then his Laird's deeper rumble.

"That accent is driving me up the bloody wall, Remus! All I can do is think about him."

"Mmm, sounds like someone's found out the lure of Ireland." he assumed the gentle tenor was Remus.

"It's just him. The way he drawls eveything so casually and then he got in my face. He was very angry..."

"Ach, wasnae too angry with ya, Laird. Jus' confused."

"Hello, gorgeous. Mmm, now I see what has him all bothered." The golden-eyed wolf circled him and he hissed softly, his tail half fluffed in warning.

"Ya barking' up th' wrong tree, Faolchu. Go sniff out th' Animagus tha' keeps starin' at th' Manor."

"Animagus... Big black dog, if I'm not mistaken?"

"Yeah. What's it to ya?" he grinned suddenly, batting the wolf when he got too close to his private area.

"Only that he's never been brave enough to ask. Severus has his eye on you."

"Th' Laird? Are ya crazy or jus' plain stupid? Ah'm th' hostler." Harry argued, crossing his arms and realizing that they were having the conversation on a level not of human hearing. "He's th' Laird, th' king o' this particular castle an' Ah won't ruin his chances."

"He's already done that; he brought a known gigolo to a Malfoy Equinox Revelry." Harry sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Ya cuttin' too close, faolchu... an' if ya want that hot tail, ya better go for it. Natural sub, Ah think, so he's not approachin' ya."

"Yourself? Will you allow Severus-"

"Nah. He'll work for it." They raised their voices to about human hearing, "Yeah, Ah'll take th' name Lupin."

"It means of the wolf."

"Figures."

-PoV-

Severus mulled over his interests, buried in paperwork that was frightfully dull, not nearly as interesting as Remus and his latest Lupin. Yes, lusting after his stable boy and his valet; Father would be rolling over in his grave and the rather macabre thought cheered him up enough to slog through more paperwork before his mind returned to the tawny eyes as well as a new shade of bottle-green. Mother would be proud he'd picked such strong men.

"Damnation, I can never catch a Merlin-begrudged break..."

"Muttering over paperwork again, Sev'rus?"

"No nicknames. My mind is not functioning properly. Look those over before I hand them to Lucius, would you?" he answers mindlessly to Remus, dipping his quill into his favored sepia-toned ink. He relaxes around his wolf for a fraction of a second before realizing he's let go of his scent spell. Pulling it up at the last second, he hears his wolf gasp. "Ignore it." he pleads softly.

"How have I never caught this part of your scent?"

"I hid it from you. I did not want to give up what time you willingly shared with me as we became friends instead of Master and Servant. I am so sor-Mmm?" Remus pinned him to the chair, crooning softly in the back of his throat, ravishing his mouth quite thoroughly. "What? I thought that you wanted Black?"

Remus snorted snuggling closer, tawny eyes fluttering shut as his wolf lay against his chest.

"Please. I'll leave him for Dom's like Lucius and Narcissa."

"'Cissa's a Dom?" he asked, surprise lacing his voice.

"Technically, she's a Domme. Very, very hot and beautiful when she's like that. I had the pleasure once of just watching her work over a middle-man... Hmm. You, however, are not up for that sort of thing and niether am I. Harry will make an excellent sub."

"You had a 'were' conversation with him." Severus accuses and Remus shrugs. "I told you not to have those within my range again."

"I'm not sorry. I warned you it might happen." His wolf wasn't the least bit repentant. "I really did, Sev'rus."

"I am incredibly fond of you, Remy. I really am. But I do not find it amusing that you hold sub-level conversations right under my nose."

"I thought you have a no nicknames policy right now?"

"Remy, Remy, Remy... I didn't say you could."

"I was supposed to read your bloody mind?"

"Remus." he was serious for a moment, "You've been my best friend since we were seventeen. I trust you more than I trust anyone and I'm hoping you can read my moods." It clicked as tawny eyes met his briefly. "Ah, so you do understand."

"Not read your mind but bloody close, hmm? You do tend to shield your emotions."

"My scent shall have to suffice. I refuse to cover it up anymore."

"You smell like sandalwood, pine and heather. No way am I that stupid to give up something that I enjoy..." Remus retorted, curling up in his lap and pulling the already signed papers to him.

-PoV-

Harry could smell Remus on his Laird. A happy scent, nearing deliriousness with the way it intoxicated his heightened senses. So they were together; he smiled sadly against Fawkes's coat.

"Dinnae think they need mah hand anymore, ol' beauty. Ah was jus' foolin' mahself that Ah could ever be pleasin' ta someone." The stallion whickered in alarm as Remus appeared at his headstall. "'Lo, Remus. Jus' finishin' up mah beauty. Ya need me for heavy lifin'?" He swiped the currying brush once more over everything before putting up the tack and wiping his hands on his black trousers, scattering blood-bay horsehairs on himself.

"Severus wants you up at the Manor."

"Why? He's got ya alre-Shouldnae opened mah mouth. Sorry." he apologizes sheepishly for the slip in protocol. Remus just looked him over and licked his lips. "Ah'm not ya toy an' ya-Damnation, did it again. Dinnae ken what makes me lahke this." he wanted both of them so badly it hurt deep within his heart. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath before opening them and making his way to the Manor with Remus. Severus's scent washed over him as he strode into the Manor with his mud-caked boots, shuffling nervously, his tail thumping hard against his left thigh.

"Wow, those are really muddy..."

"If'n ya dinnae mind, Ah asked one o' th' maids ta put mah houseslippers in here. Tha' way Ah can leave th' mud at th' door-" His breath choked off as Lupin pinned him against the foyer wall. Green eyes looked up into tawny, not an ounce of fear as he was pressed fully against the wolf, aware of the arousal. "What do ya want?" He growled lowly, giving up the confusion and asking bluntly. "C'n smell th' Laird on ya..." Golden eyes widened for a fraction of a second before Lupin dipped to sniff at his clear Marking spot.

"What I want, wily kitten, is you writhing on both of our cocks, making those absolutely delicious mewling sounds you make when pleasuring yourself." Harry drew in a shuddering breath at the images now filtering through his mind. "Mmm, and Severus wants you spread apart, hands tied to the headboard with strips of leather as you let us pleasure you. That definitive enough? Hmm, you taste intoxicating..." Lupin crooned as he licked a swipe up his neck.

"Nngh... Bad wolf. Ah thought ya were in a relationship with th' Laird." he moaned softly, weakly pushing at the persistent werewolf.

"Remus. Tsk, tsk, seducing my hostler before he's even taken off his boots."

"Sorry, sir. Get off!" He finally shoved with more strength and straightened his clothes as Remus Lupin smirked at him. "Ya needed me for somethin'?" For the second time that very morning, he was pinned against the wall and ravished. "H-oh! Ya together with th' wolf..."

"Wily kitten, it is accepted in the Wizarding World. What more do you need to know?" Harry squeaked as he was so casually picked up, plopped in front of a blond Laird his braid mussed and a huge bruise forming on his neck, his kerchief in Remus's pocket.

"Damn wolf and sneaky Laird... Jus' what Ah need-Ach, not ya too."

"Severus, care to explain what Harry Potter is doing in your Manor severely ruffled and given no time to clean up?"

"'M not a Potter anymore. Da disowned me. Heard it from some bimbo while Ah was workin' a tavern. As for th' cleanin' up part... Those two decided t'was funny ta maul th' hostler Laird Malfoy." There was no mistaking that shade, as the Malfoys had visited one summer long ago. A blond brow rose as the other Wizard turned to his Laird and the wolf both of whom were looking guiltily out the windows. "Not ta mention th' tiny fact tha' Ah'm a werecat." He gives a twisted smile as both men spin to face him as the Malfoy Laird turns slowly.

"Of that I am extremely aware, Mr..."

"Lupin. Th' Laird told me all of his lunar employees take th' name."

"Ah, yes, that particular practice. Severus I thought you stopped taking in strays."

"As I have stated to Harry, I am a rather eccentric Lord. I will continue to take in strays and giving them a job they enjoy. They're ridiculously loyal, strong and friendly to those who reply in kind... Lucius. As I recall, your last four gardeners quit over a small detail and your hostler had designs on your wife." The Wizard frowned at the mention of the facts and then sighed.

"Why is it you are always correct when it comes to hiring people?"

"The same reason you understand financial situations so well; it is a gift I have found rewards in." came the Laird's drawled reply. "Would you like my help in the matter?"

"Yes. Do they have to be here?"

"They happen to be my lovers. What I say here will only be repeated for them to pick apart later and present a plan for another day."

Harry had ignored most of the conversation, curled up on the settee as he was. A part of it drifted across to him even though his eyes were closed; he looked to be asleep. Indeed, he was half-asleep and simply drifting.

"You do realize that your latest Lupin is out?"

"It's part of his nature to nap now. I am not so churlish as to deny him the hours of sleep he catches up on. He arises with the dawn and often does not go to bed until well after nine on the evening."

"Churlish? Severus, you've a kind heart under the Byronesque façade. Never would man or Wizard call you unkind." The Laird laughed harshly, a bitter sound Harry didn't like so he huffed. "Even your little cat agrees in his slumber."

"Leave Harry out of this."

"Why? He is handsome, fair of face and sharp of wit. I, for one, can see how you would dote on him if the man allowed it." the retort was soft, yet held a distinct tone that Harry didn't understand.

"I know that, Lucius. However I have been called that and more by Lord Potter. All in an effort to belittle me to the one woman whose company I enjoy; Harry's Mother. We are friends only. The man is jealous that Lily prefers my company to his, my stoic nature to his more boisterous."

"Duly noted, Severus."

"You are teasing me again."

"Indeed." Harry let out a sleepy mewl, yawning widely and sitting up, stretching out languidly. "Good afternoon, Mr. Lupin."

"Mmm, Ah sleep too much." he mumbled, rubbing the eye gooies from his eyes. "Laird, Ah gotta go."

"You do?"

"Horses ain't gonna take care o' themselves, now are they?"

"Seeing as how Mr. Weasley's youngest did it whilst you were asleep, I see no reason for you to go just yet."

"Oh." he flushed a bright pink and sat down again, pouncing on his tail and licking it, ignoring the shocked gasps of the two Lairds as he bent at what seemed an impossible angle to reach the underside of his thickly-furred tail. "What?" The Laird shuddered, his left eye twitching sporadically.

"How is that even possible?"

"Uhh, Ah'm real flexible?"

Ending A/N: *cackle* What is this? Whatever. I'm posting it anyway. As always, folks, ASK ME FOR DRABBLES!