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The Destructive Sorrow of a Passionate Man
Title: The Destructive Sorrow of a Passionate Man
Author: carly_pinkstone AKA Quill Lumos
Pairing: Spike/Severus/Harry (crossover character)
Kink/Prompt: kitten/forced bonding
Rating: NC17 (or NC-25 for safety’s sake)
Warnings: Vampire Sex, orgasm denial, bondage, teeth, blood, sucking, oral, anal, innocent Harry (at least at the beginning of the story),
Summary: Forced to bond with Severus Snape in order to save their lives, Harry Potter finds himself trapped in a loveless marriage. Luckily salvation is at hand (and other parts of the anatomy) with a little help from a certain vampire
Author's Notes and Disclaimer: I do not own anything Harry Potter, related nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. It all belongs to JK Rowling. Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Inc., Warner Brothers, etc., etc


Part two as promised.

Part One here Part One.

I have posted this story here because I don't like friendslocking which seems to becoming an increasing problem on LJ. So this post is not locked. If you are not of legal age, you should not be reading it, so shoo! everyone else welcome

No Harry's were hurt in the writing of this fic!










When Harry awoke this time, someone was kissing him. There was passion in the kisses, tenderness. He kept his eyes closed, because if this was a dream then he did not want to wake. The kisses were wonderful and Harry was fast discovering that he liked kisses very much indeed.

He moaned as those hot lips moved up his body, they were accompanied by insistent hands which tenderly stroked his skin, making him shudder with arousal.

Finally, he found his mouth was claimed. A curious tongue gently forced itself between his lips and he opened them to allow the intruder exploration.

At last, he opened his eyes. This was too real, too sensual, to be a dream.

“Severus!!” It was Severus who was kissing him. Severus who was making his nerve endings tingle and his skin erupt in goose bumps. Harry couldn’t help himself, it was just too unusual, he jerked away.

The dark eyes that had been drinking him in, that were normally unfathomable, flashed with something that looked like hurt. But why would Severus be hurt? He hated Harry, didn’t he?

“’Ello, Kitten feeling better?” It was Spike that had spoken. “Severus thought it was time you joined us again. Go and do your stuff in the bathroom, but hurry back, we need to talk.”

Harry was uncertain. He looked at Severus, who did not look back at him. He didn’t really understand this Sire/Childe thing that Severus obviously had going with Spike. Severus had not really told him very much. Spike had filled in a lot of details but even so, he didn’t understand why he felt compelled to obey. Maybe it had something to do with being thralled? That strange feeling of completeness that he had felt when Spike had licked his claim mark?

He went to pull a sheet from the bed to cover himself, but his wrist was grabbed as he extended his arm. “Don’t hide yourself, Kitten. You’re beautiful, you are. We’ve seen everything anyway, and very nice it is too.”

Harry didn’t even think about arguing this time, he couldn’t help himself. He wondered if he might feel more of that talented mouth sucking his cock again. He hurried to the bathroom and came back to find a tray of fruit and pastries laid out on the bed.

Severus still wasn’t looking at him; he was staring at the tray. But Spike was. Spike watched him walk across the room with unabashed pleasure, a sort of hunger in his eyes.

“Well, Kitten,” he said, “don’t you look fucking fantastic?” Harry felt the red heat of embarrassment flush his body with colour. Spike actually purred.

Harry faltered for a moment and then padded over to the bed, still as naked as the day that he was born but determined to be unfazed by the deep blue eyes that watched his every move.

He sat down beside Spike, as far away from Severus as he could manage. He reached for a pastry and pulled off a corner of an iced Danish.

“Harry.” It was Severus that spoke this time. “Harry, we need to talk. I…I need to apologise. I have handled things very badly between us.”

This time when Harry looked up at him, Severus met his gaze.

“I have not treated you fairly or in the way in which you deserve to be treated.”

Harry shrugged. “You’ve been okay,” he said. “You’ve treated me better than anyone else I have ever lived with. You’ve been kind; you took me shopping and bought me stuff. Oh, and you always get my favourite jam!”

The last sentence was thrown down in a sort of triumph as proof of Severus’ qualities. Harry put the Danish in his mouth and began to chew.



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Severus shuddered.

Spike had been right, hadn’t he? There was something very vulnerable about Harry, something lost. He had ignored it before, not wanting to show affection, had let his guilt prevent him from seeing the truth.

“Harry, that is not enough,” he said. “It is unacceptable. I….I should have shown you how much I care for you, I should have kissed you more often. You deserve kisses, Harry.”

Harry was staring at him now in frank astonishment.

“You care for me?” he asked incredulously. “Me, Harry Potter, me?”

“Yes, I do. I care for you deeply. I know that you deserve better, Harry, but I would like it if we could, if you would consider, starting again?”

Harry’s eyes filled with tears.

“Oh,” he said. “I thought you didn’t want me anymore.”

The last statement was spoken in such a small voice; the voice of someone who believes that they have no right to exist, no right to expect affection at all.

“I do want you, Harry. I have always wanted you.”

Harry’s temper flared for a moment.

“Well you have a fucking funny way of showing it!” he spat.

They were looking straight at each other now. Harry was glaring at him, his chest was heaving with the effort of keeping his temper, his eyes were flashing dangerously. Spike, momentarily forgotten by both of them, was munching on a pecan plait. Dipping it in a mug of something that looked suspiciously like blood to Severus.

“I am sorry, Harry. Truly I am.”

The tears were still there, still unshed in Harry’s eyes, but there was something else too.

Hope.

There was also uncertainty and puzzlement. Severus felt himself moving towards Harry. Slowly. Oh so slowly Severus crawled across the enormous bed and then he was holding Harry in his arms, crushing his lips against Severus’ own.

He was kissing Harry and into his kisses he was putting everything, all his love, all that he wanted to say, all that he felt, everything.

And Harry was kissing him back eagerly, desperately, as if kissing was his new favourite thing.

Harry’s hands rose to Severus’ hair then, touching the now silky locks. For a moment they stilled, those hands, and then they moved again, burying themselves in the blackness. Having Harry playing with his hair did something to Severus. It was as if someone had sent an electric shock to his groin and he felt himself growing hard. Harry’s cock was growing hard also, as if in answer to Severus’ need.

Then all at once it was as if they could not get enough of each other. Their kisses grew urgent. Their hands moved up and down each other’s bodies as if exploring them for the first time. Harry’s skin was so smooth, so fucking soft, and he was so fucking responsive. How could he have missed this? How could he have denied himself this? How could he have denied Harry?

Harry’s eyes were closed; his head was thrown back in supplication. Spike was right; Harry was submitting. He was allowing Severus complete access to whatever part of him that he wished.

Harry was whimpering, the sound was completely delicious.

“Oh fuck!” Severus said in a strangled voice. Then he was coming hard, his cock was emptying all over Harry. All over his groin, his legs, his cock.

Severus could feel Harry stiffening too; he was about to come as well. He increased the movement of his hips, rubbing himself against Harry.

“No!”

Spike was there, all at once. He came from nowhere, displaying that vampire speed that Severus so rarely used himself.

Harry whimpered again. “Please? Oh, please?”

“Not yet, Kitten. It’s not time yet.” Spike had tilted Harry’s chin, turned those lust-fogged green eyes to look at him.

“We need to reaffirm the bond, love. You can’t come yet. Do you trust me, Harry?”

Harry was struggling to come back from the very brink of orgasm. He raised his eyes to meet Spike’s.

“Hmn?”

Spike cupped his cheek so gently, so tenderly, that Severus almost gasped.

“Will you trust me, Kitten?”

It seemed an eternity before Harry nodded slowly.

Spike smiled.

“Good boy!” he said. “We have to reaffirm the bond, make it stronger.

Harry, we both have to fuck you. Do you understand? I have to take you and then Severus must too. There is a ceremony. We’ll do it properly this time. We fuck you and then we bite you and then we say some words and then you’ll belong to Severus forever and to the clan Aurelius.

“Really, it should be my sire here doing this, but since he went on that fucking guilt trip he won’t do anything like this anymore. But it needs to be done, do you understand, Kitten? If it had been done properly before, Severus could not have ignored your needs in the way he has done.

“You’re hurting, my love, and it needs to be sorted. Will you trust us? Will you let us do what needs to be done?”

Harry nodded again.

He placed his hot forehead against Severus’ shoulder, panting with need. He reached down towards his cock, seeking release, but Spike stopped him.

“Not yet, love. Later, not yet.”

Then all at once the tray had vanished and Spike was gently but firmly pushing Harry back down onto the bed.



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Harry let Spike take over. He wasn’t quite sure what was happening but it was better than anything that had gone before in his sad sex life.

Severus had told him that he cared for him. He had kissed him and it had been wonderful. Harry had never felt like this before. He felt desired, more alive than he had for years.

Spike was showing him something, so Harry did his very best to look at what it was. It wasn’t easy to concentrate and his vision was very blurred, although whether that was because of his lack of glasses or the heightened desire that he was feeling, Harry couldn’t be entirely sure.

“This is a cock ring, Kitten,” Spike was saying. I’m going to fix it on your cock and then you won’t be able to come until we let you. Do you understand, Harry?”

That wad of cotton wool was back in Harry’s brain, but he understood enough. Spike and Severus were going to fuck him and they weren’t going to let him come. It didn’t seem very fair to Harry but when had his life ever been fair?

“Yessssss!” he said. Spike’s hands were stroking his hips and Severus was showering his shoulders with tiny little kisses that felt so sweet that he never wanted them to stop.

He felt a hand grasp his cock and he was so near the edge that he nearly came, just from that single touch. But the hand was skilled and something cold and unyielding was swiftly and snugly wrapped around the base of his cock.

Harry moaned.

Now that the ring was in place it seemed that the two men had decided that there was no longer any reason to hold back. Harry found himself being caressed and stroked, kissed and nibbled. Hands were everywhere all at once. Harry was not a Gryffindor for nothing. He abandoned all thought and all worry. These two men would not hurt him; they were taking him somewhere he had never been before, to the other side of ecstasy.

So he let himself go. He melted into the bed with complete abandonment and allowed Spike and Severus to do what they wanted, whatever they wanted, and as he surrendered to their tender, erotic ministrations his cock filled even more, until he felt that he might overflow, explode with delicious agony.

The ring constricted the base of his shaft, hard and unyielding, denying him the pleasure that he was seeking and pushing him over the edge into a different kind of consciousness, one where he was helpless in a sea of blissful delight.

Minerva had once told Harry that she thought that a good motto for Gryffindors would be Carpe Diem – seize the day. Once a Gryffindor decided to do something, he went for it wholeheartedly, without reservation. Harry didn’t often do that, the opportunity rarely arose, but when it did he had no qualms about snap decisions. They were beautiful, these men. Spike was like a dream of sex, a figment of a sex starved mind and Severus? Harry had been wishing that Severus would hug him or kiss him or make love to him for months now.

Long, lonely months.

They were light and dark, the contrast was stunning. Their hair, their eyes, their skin. Heat and coolness, passion and desire and all of it, all of it, concentrated on him.

Tomorrow things might well be back to normal. Severus could be cold and distant again and Spike could go back to his own boy. But right now they were here with him, making love to him, and that was enough for Harry. He was theirs to play with, Harry thought. And then he thought no more; he just gave himself over completely to sensation.




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Severus had never been so aroused. Harry was writhing beneath them. His face was flushed, beautifully flushed. His eyes were closed and his lips parted.

He was making little moans and whimpers. He looked so fucking wanton, so desirable, that Severus wondered if he would manage not to come, he didn’t have the help that Harry did to prevent an orgasm.

Harry was sticky with Severus’ come. He would not be allowed to wash it off just yet. It would need time to be absorbed into his skin, but it had started to irritate him. Harry reached down to feel the moist sheen that covered him but Spike took the boy’s hands and pulled them above his tousled head, pinning them to the bed as he did so.

“Don’t touch, Kitten,“ he purred. “I need that.”

Spike nodded to Severus. It was time.

Severus took Harry in his arms. The boy was pliant, malleable; he let Severus do whatever he wanted. And what Severus wanted was to pull Harry up so that the boy’s back rested against his chest, so that his head was on Severus’ shoulder.

Harry’s head lolled. He was totally lost in the new feelings that were running through his body. Severus kissed him gently.

“I’m coming inside you now, Kitten.” Spike’s voice, pregnant with desire, cut across the little noises that Harry was making.

“Please,” Harry whispered. “Oh, please!”

Spike scooped a handful of the liquid that had not yet dried in the crook of Harry’s thighs and started to prepare him.

Severus laid his chin on Harry’s shoulder and watched what Spike was doing. His sire’s cock was standing proud, engorged. Severus knew that Spike could fuck for hours and he was obviously very eager indeed to get inside Harry. For a moment, Severus almost felt a pang about sharing Harry, but then the boy reached up with his hands and buried them once again in Severus’ hair.

Severus nearly melted with tenderness. Harry wanted him too, didn’t he? He had reached for Severus even in the throes of passion. He was nuzzling Severus. Overcome with desire he might be, but he was seeking Severus. Part of Severus knew that Harry had never turned from him; it had always been Severus who had rejected Harry.

Harry moaned and writhed again, then let out the tiniest of sobs.

Severus’ cock twitched against Harry’s lower back and then got even harder as he watched Spike finger fucking his boy.

Harry was mewling with need now, and Severus knew that he would never forget how debauched Harry looked as Spike worked Severus’ come as a lubricant into Harry’s arse. It was the only lubricant Harry would get. Everything had to be completely natural, of them. They were marking him as belonging to the clan Aurelius and no external preparation could be allowed at all.

Finally Spike had obviously decided that Harry was ready because he placed himself so that his cock, his rock hard, engorged cock, was ready to breach Harry.

And with one swift thrust he was inside.

Harry screamed.

He arched back against Severus, burying his face against Severus’ neck, grasping his hair, pulling it slightly, his breath hot against Severus’ skin. Sweet tears that had sprung unbidden to Harry’s eyes with the shock of such forceful penetration burned into Severus’ flesh like a molten brand.

Severus welcomed the slight pain. He found his breath getting faster as he watched his sire plunging in and out of Harry with increasing ferocity.
Harry was screaming. The words that he managed to get out were only half formed.

“More. Please. Oh! Oh! Harder! Harder! Harder!”

Spike was thrusting harder. Banging into Harry and Harry was simultaneously trying to wriggle back into Severus’ embrace and arch his body towards Spike.

Spike looked at Severus. His eyes flashed gold and then he wrapped a hand behind Severus’ neck and was kissing him full on the mouth.

Severus kept one hand firmly on Harry’s hip. Holding him in place. The other he buried in Spike’s rough curls.

Spike normally wore his hair gelled but the shower earlier had removed the gel and Spike’s hair was curling naturally. It was soft and springy and Severus wished he wore it like this more often: He thought it suited him.

Spike was claiming Severus too. He was claiming them both. He was plundering Severus’ mouth even as he was ravishing Harry.

The boy was trapped beneath them, lost in a sea of unfamiliar feelings.

Spike’s kisses intensified, their tongues danced on each other’s lips as they fought for dominance of the kissing.

Severus’ cock was crushed against the very top of Harry’s arse crack and the superb feeling nearly forced him to come again. Such wonderful friction.

Spike grasped Severus more firmly, his grip almost painful, and then, finally, he tore himself away from Severus. All at once he changed to game face. He threw back his head and roared.

“Harry!” Severus said. “You have to say the words that will bind you to the clan Aurelius. You have to say them after me.”

Harry wasn’t answering him. He was lost in the sensations that were washing over him.

“Harry!” Spike growled the words. His voice was much deeper, much more feral than his usual tones.

“Hmmm?”

Spike drew back his hand and slapped Harry’s thigh; the boy yelped in pain.
“Harry, we have to say the spell, do you understand?”

“Yes,” Harry said. “Yyyes, sorry.”

Spike shushed him. “Not sorry, Kitten. Nothing to be sorry for.”

“I, William of Aurelius, accept thee, Harry James Potter, into the clan as my Childe’s bonded mate. I claim rights to the use of thy person and promise thee always the protection of the clan, the safety of the family, whenever thee should need to seek it.”

“You have to accept, Harry,” Severus whispered into the boy’s hair. “Repeat after me.……..I, Harry James Potter.”

Harry looked up at him, his eyes unfocussed. He grabbed at the back of Severus’ neck as if searching for an anchor. He struggled to come back to himself; lost somewhere in a world of rapturous sensitivity, but finally he began to speak.

His voice was quiet but strong as he repeated, “I, Harry James Potter.”

“Do accept thee, William of Aurelius, as Sire of my bond mate.”

A hitch of breath and then, “Do accept thee, William of Aurelius, as Sire of my bond mate.”

“I give you rights to my person….”

“I give you rights to my person…..”

“And claim the right to seek protection and help from the clan Aurelius, if ever I should need to.”

“And claim the right to seek protection and help from the clan Aurelius, if ever I should need to.”

At Harry’s last words, Spike’s thrusting intensified and Harry seemed lost again. Then Spike leaned forward and sank his fangs deep into the tender skin between Harry’s neck and shoulder and Harry let out an ear-splitting scream.

Spike was drinking deeply and Harry’s scream broke off to be replaced by deep moans and the sound of Spike sucking at his treasured prize.

Then Spike was coming, his head thrown back again, Harry’s blood gleamed wetly on his fangs and on his chin. This time the roar that he let out was unearthly in its duration and its ferocity. Spike slumped forward and Severus was buried beneath the sweet weight of his sire and his husband.

For a short while they lay there with their limbs entwined, recovering, until Spike pushed himself up on his elbows and looked down at his scrumptious prize. Severus could see the muscles rippling under the pale, smooth skin.

Harry was lying on Severus’ chest, looking, for all the world, as if his bones had melted. Spike leaned closer. “Are you all right Kitten?” he asked.

Harry wrenched his head up and looked at the vampire.

“Tired,” he said. “so tired. Can I come soon? Please let me come? So tender, hurts.”

“I know honey!” Spike replied, his accent momentarily sounding more American than English, echoing his adopted country. He placed a gentle kiss on Harry’s head.

“Just the last little bit, love,” he continued. “Just Severus’ claim now, that’s all, and then you can come, then you can rest.”

Harry groaned. Severus could tell that he was exhausted. The boy shivered now at every touch. He was hyper aware, Severus knew. His every sense would be screaming at him, like fingernails scraping on a blackboard. The draining of blood. The taking of the very life source that pulsed through his body would have left him attuned to every nuance of Spike and because of the connection - by extension - to Severus.

He was completely subsumed, pliable; he would let them do whatever they wished. He shifted, lay on his front and opened his legs wide, just as he had every week for the past sixteen months to help Severus to fuck him.

Severus winced. It was all he could do to hold on to his erection. It was only the thought of being buried in Harry, of making him plead with need and desire, that kept Severus hard at all.

This was what he had reduced their marriage to, a cold fuck once a week. This beautiful, biddable boy had been his for the taking and Severus had rejected him time after time.

But no more.

It was up to him to fix things. He bent down and placed a kiss on Harry’s lower back. That smooth, perfect back. He pushed his tongue into the crack of Harry’s arse and tasted the cool, salty essence of his sire, wrenching a series of whimpers and pleas from the defenseless boy. He trailed a line of diminutive kisses up to where the claim bite that Spike had made was idly oozing blood and then laved the incisions with his tongue.

Harry let out a sound that sounded suspiciously like a sob. His fists curled and he trembled with need.

“No, sweetheart,” Severus said. “Not any more! No more Friday night fuck. I love you and want to make love with you” He pulled Harry onto his side and spooned against him.

He was tender with his lover. Because that was what Harry was after all. He had tried to ignore the bond for so very long, but he could not do that any more. Not now that he knew how much he had hurt Harry. He would spend the rest of their lives making up if necessary.

Gently, so gently, he began to stroke and caress Harry, running the tips of his fingers over Harry’s skin and Harry trembled harder and sighed deeply. Severus could not help himself; he had to play with Harry for a short while, he had denied himself the pleasure of Harry for too long. He squeezed Harry’s nipple between thumb and forefinger and rubbed and teased it until it stood hard and proud. Harry was begging again and reached up as to stop the teasing. But Severus grabbed Harry’s hand, and pulled it behind the boy’s back. Harry’s other arm was trapped beneath them and now this one too was effectively ensnared between their bodies. Harry was his, completely and utterly his, and totally at his mercy.

Several growled in anticipation.

He ran his own hand down Harry’s torso, feeling the firm, flat stomach, letting a finger trace the happy trail that had appeared recently with Harry’s increasing maturity. He continued down, down the boy’s body until he reached Harry’s cock. Severus wrapped his hand around it and began to pull it gently. The organ was completely engorged, so filled with blood that it felt like it might burst. Harry had to be on the very edge of pain and pleasure; he had to be close to being totally engulfed by sensation.

Severus started to whisper in Harry’s ear about how the boy had better get used to this, because this was how things were going to be from now on. How Harry belonged to Severus, how the boy was his to do with as he wished.

Harry was mewling; his cock, if anything, was even harder than before.

He started a litany of.

“Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease!”

Those gorgeous green eyes of his stared blankly ahead, seeing nothing and luminous with desire.

Severus let his own cock go where it would. Harry was already well prepared and fully open so he buried himself fully in the wet, hot hole that was Harry’s anus with one firm thrust.

Harry screamed again. This scream was raw, primal. Between them, he and Spike, they had made the boy scream and beg and plead so much that his voice now had a ragged edge to it. Later, when this was over, Severus would bring him potions to soothe the rawness.

But for now, he lost himself in the delicious sensation of pushing into the hot tightness that was Harry. Severus could feel his orgasm building and he still had to speak the words that would reaffirm the bond. Harry didn’t have to say anything this time. He had already promised Severus that he would honour, obey and serve the first time that they had bonded. It was Severus who had broken faith with the spirit of the promise between them, not Harry.

Spike was playing with Harry too, but just on the periphery of their coupling, just adding a little piquancy to the sweet torture that Severus was inflicting on the boy. Helping keep him in a heightened state of arousal.

He had claimed his mouth and pinched his nipples; he had nibbled his thighs, holding Harry’s legs open while he played with his cock. Licking that, nibbling that too. Sucking the hard weight of it like one of his beloved blood lollies.

He was currently sucking at Harry’s toes. Nibbling at the instep of his foot, licking of the bottoms of his feet, whilst Harry weakly and futilely tried to pull away.

Harry had half-heartedly tried to resist all evening, though without success, struggling inadequately, not quite able to completely surrender but totally unable to escape their erotic plundering of his helpless young body.

Severus pushed himself up on his elbow because he wanted to see Harry’s face.

Harry’s eyes were still wide and glassy. He was flushed, his lips parted. Severus thought that he would need to allow the boy his release very soon if he didn’t want Harry fainting until after the ceremony. He ran a hand over Harry’s smooth muscled thigh; caressing him, he slowed his rhythm of thrusts now aimed to hit the boy’s prostate with each intrusion.

Harry seemed lost in sensation, completely submissive at last to what was being done to him. But when Spike’s groin moved closer to the boy’s mouth, he let a wicked smile cross his lips.

He lifted his head slightly - he must have been able to use his trapped arm as leverage – and licked the tip of Spike’s cock. Spike gasped and Harry’s smile widened then he opened his mouth and took the vampire’s cock as deeply as he could manage. This time Spike yelled, transformed into game face and threw back his head again. He grabbed Harry’s thighs surely hard enough to cause bruises and then slowly eased into the boy more deeply than Severus would have thought possible.

For a moment, Harry seemed to choke and then he relaxed and fully accepted the thick intrusion into his throat. Severus could see the swallowing reflex work as Harry struggled to accommodate Spike’s large, heavy prick.

Severus released Harry’s other hand, still trapped between them.

The boy wasn’t going anywhere, was he? He was skewered between them, pinned in place. Severus had never seen anything as erotic as this in his entire life. Harry was beneath him, wanton and ravished. Filled by Severus and his sire. This glorious, gorgeous boy had given up control of his body to Severus and Spike and allowed himself to be plundered by them and was evidently loving every single moment of it. Allowing them access to even the most secret, most private parts of him.

Severus placed his hand on Harry’s hip, holding him down, whilst once again he slowed the thrusts and slowly, carefully, said the words that would reaffirm the bond.

“Harry James Potter, thee have agreed to be the bond mate of I, Severus Tobias Snape. I hereby reaffirm this bond with my body and by my will. We are from this time forward bound together until death.”

Then he leaned over and, giving himself entirely to the demon inside him, bit down hard on Harry’s shoulder. Dimly, he could feel Harry convulsing beneath him and his internal voice, trapped somewhere in the foggiest part of his brain, muttered something about Spike having released the cock ring.

The feeling of fangs, sharp illicit fangs, burying themselves in firm young flesh was a sensation unlike anything else and one that Severus had denied himself too long.

Harry was his! He tasted of magic, unbridled magic, power beyond belief. He tasted of goodness too, of purity of spirit and he tasted of submission.

His blood sang to Severus, it told of sunshine and happiness and pulsated with life.

Severus thrust harder and drank even more deeply of the delicious fluid as Harry shivered violently beneath him.

Harry’s arse clenched around his cock, the boy was obviously lost in his orgasm and then Severus was coming too. Longer and harder and more fucking fantastically than he had ever come before in his entire life.



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Sometime later, the three of them were still lying in a tangle of limbs. Harry was almost buried under the other two men.

They had wrapped themselves around him. Spike’s head was on his stomach, Severus’ on his shoulder. He was effectively pinned to the bed. These two men had taken Harry and changed his worldview completely. He felt like tonight had been the night that he had finally lost his virginity and that everything before had been just a bad dream.

It wouldn’t change now, would it? Severus was an honourable man and he had promised Harry time and time again tonight that it would be different from now on and Harry believed him, though he wondered if he would ever feel anything quite as intense as what he had felt tonight.

He had fainted during his orgasm.

He had been totally filled, mouth and arse. Both men had been pounding into him. Severus had bitten deep into the flesh of his shoulder and started to drink and Harry had thought he would explode. But then Spike had removed the cock ring and he in turn had bitten into Harry’s thigh. The two men had then been simultaneously fucking him and drinking from him and Harry had been unable to take anything more. His vision had gone completely white and he had passed out as his orgasm reached climax.

Tonight had been such wonderful torture. To have both mouths, both tongues, concentrated on him, both cocks inside him so that he was totally filled.

That gaping emptiness stoppered.

And the bites? Oh God, the bites!

When Severus had first bitten Harry, it had hurt. It had been cold, like everything else in their relationship. He would have resisted it this time; it was only Spike, whom he had come to trust so quickly, who had persuaded him to let them bite him.

It was a blur in his mind, the wonderful debasement. The ebb and flow of his life force. The sharp incisors piercing his skin, the quick jagged intrusion and the subsuming of all else. The loss of vision, the fog that overwhelmed him, that swept away all that had gone before.

He felt unbelievably hot and sweaty. He needed to get clean as he was covered in ejaculate and blood. It wasn’t as bad as it had been earlier though. He had a dim memory of Spike licking him cleaner and calling him a ‘nummy treat’ but he wasn’t sure how accurate the memory was.

He felt absolutely exhausted.

He sighed.

A pair of ice blue eyes looked up and then Spike smiled at him.

“’Lo Kitten, how’re ya feeling?”

Harry smiled back.

“Like I’ve just been ten rounds with a Hippogriff?”

Spike chuckled.

“Yeah, there’s a reason we vampires don’t do family reunions very often,” he said.

It was Harry’s turn to chuckle.

“Well, I wouldn’t know about family reunions,” he said, “me being an orphan.”
Spike’s eyes softened.

“Ya ain’t an orphan any more, Harry. Ya part of the clan Aurelius now. We look after our own. Things’ll be different now as well. Sev won’t neglect ya again. He loves ya, Harry.”

Harry smiled at Spike sadly. He knew that Spike was trying to be kind, but he thought that the vampire really didn’t know what he was talking about.

“Thank you,” he said softly, his eyes were growing weary. “I love him too.”



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Spike could see the doubt written clearly on the boy’s face, he had had a bit of a raw deal in the past. But Spike knew Severus. It had cost the man a lot to ask him here. He was very proud, fiercely independent, he had to have felt very deeply about the boy to have overcome his natural resilience and ask for help. He never had before after all, not in more than twenty years.

But it was up to Severus now to show the boy how much he cared. Spike had done his bit, hadn’t he? Not that the task was onerous in any way.

Harry was looking at him steadily, those wide green eyes inviting a response.

“I know you do, Kitten. You’re a keeper, you are. A bloody treasure beyond compare.” Harry smiled again, somewhat goofily this time.

“Spike?”

“Yeah, Kitten?”

“Why did you tie me up before, when I didn’t want you? Were you going to force me? Why didn’t you just, urm…thrall me from the start?”

“Oh, pet! When ya were tied up, ya were willing all right. That hard cock of yours was not my doing, that was all yours, that was. You were very aroused!

“Later, when you was thralled we coulda done something then, but that wouldn’t ‘ave been right. Being thralled takes away your will and I wouldn’t do that. Wouldn’t have been nearly as much fun as having ya fully taking part like ya did!” Spike waggled his eyebrows suggestively at Harry.

Harry’s goofy smile got bigger.

“Was wonderful,” he sighed. “Jus’ wonderful!”

“Bloody was, too!” Spike said.

“Spike?”

“Yeah, Kitten?”

“Why weren’t you a good choice to be turned into a vampire?”

Spike was surprised. Harry had noticed that little comment earlier and obviously stored it away to ask about later.

He debated about what to tell the boy and then finally decided on the truth. Harry had trusted him completely; he knew he could trust Harry in return, but it was very hard to tell anyone what it had been like for him then, how much pain he had been in.

“Well Kitten,” he began, “I was not an obvious choice, because I was rather weak, dreamy. I was a poet. My friends called me ‘William-the-Bloody-Awful- Poet’. Though I didn’t know that till later, when it was already far too late to kill ‘em.

“I was not a very good vampire to begin with. I couldn’t kill anyone. But I soon learned. Angelus had some, very effective, methods of teaching.

“It took a long time though and the first few years were very hard.

“’Course, you ever share a word of this with anyone, even with Severus, and I shall have to kill you!” Spike tried for a tone of levity, but knew he hadn’t quite managed to hide the hurt he still felt, even after all this time.

He knew his eyes had darkened with anger. They always did when he thought about his first few years as a vampire, when the rest of the clan had hated him and only his ability to care for Angelus’ favourite toy, Drusilla, had kept him alive.

He looked over at Harry to see if he were laughing but Harry’s eyes held only an expression of sympathy and of understanding.

“I know what it’s like when your family doesn’t want you,” the boy said quietly, “and it doesn’t matter what you do to try and make them, you are just never good enough. I won’t tell anyone, Spike, I promise.”

Spike felt like a knot of pain that had been lodged in his cold, dead, heart for as long as he could remember had suddenly melted away.

He held Harry’s gaze for a long moment as they shared a true understanding.

Then Spike blinked and looked away from those hot green eyes.

For a while they lay there entwined. Spike enjoying the precious warmth, the sweet weight of the boy curled beside him.

Then Harry spoke again, voice very soft this time.

“Spike?”

“Yeah, Kitten?”

“What’s your pet’s name?”

Spike smiled.

“He’s called Xander. Xander Lavalle Harris.”

“Tell Xander from me that he’s a lucky man, won’t you?”

Spike opened his mouth to reply but saw that he had lost his chance. Harry had fallen asleep again.

“I’ll tell Sev from me that he’s a lucky man too, Kitten,” he said softly to the oblivious form snuggled beside him.

Eventually, after cuddling the sleeping boy for a bit longer, Spike got up and went and showered. When he came back Severus was sitting on the side of the bed. He looked rather blurry-eyed but gave Spike a somewhat rueful smile.

“Nice and hygienic again, are you, Sire? I never realised vampires took so many showers. Doesn’t quite fit the image, does it? Bloodthirsty, evil, but scrupulously clean.”

Spike gave a short laugh. “Well I don’t shower that much normally, or at least I mostly do after plenty of hot, sticky sex.”

It was Severus’ turn to laugh.

“I owe you a lot of gratitude for this, Spike,” he said sincerely.

Spike shrugged. “Wasn’t a problem. In fact, it was a fucking delight! He is a fucking delight!”

Severus looked at the boy curled under the covers with a very tender expression on his face.

Spike suspected that a combination of genes and neglect had left Harry looking so boyish. At nineteen he could pass for several years younger. But he was truly beautiful. Dark, messy ‘I’ve just been fucked’ hair, gorgeous green eyes. If it were not for Xander then Severus might have had a fight on his hands but Spike was too satiated to say so right now.

“You will look after him from now on, won’t you, Sev?” Spike was pottering around the room, retrieving lost items of clothing as he spoke.

“Indeed I will,” Severus said. He stood and wrapped himself in a brown silk, paisley dressing gown.

He shivered, although the room was not cold.

“I do realise how close I came to losing him,” he said. “I won’t take that chance again. I’ll chain him to the bed if I have to, to keep him safe.”

Spike felt himself grin. “Nah, you’ll chain him to the bed ‘cause you’re a kinky bastard,” he said, “and he’ll love it cause he’s a kinky bastard too. You’re well matched, I reckon!”

“You helped us more than you know, Spike.” Severus said in that deep baritone voice of his. “I don’t know if I can repay you.”

“I expect you’ll get the chance one day, pet,” Spike said equably. “I think I might get a plaque for me door when I get back home though, ‘William-the-Bloody-Good-Sex-Therapist’.”

Severus guffawed. “I can assure you, Sire, you’d make a fortune!” he said dryly.

Spike was almost completely dressed now. He ran his fingers through his hair, checking it was gelled in place, and finally he shrugged on the dark leather duster that was a bit of a trademark and checked his pockets for his fags.

“You could stay,” Severus offered. He moved closer. Spike had never thought Severus to be a ‘traditionally’ good-looking man but he was deeply attractive; he moved beautifully and had an innate grace.

“I need to get back,” Spike said. “Otherwise my pet might have prevented yet another apocalypse using only a flashlight and a rock as weapons and got himself hurt into the bargain. He is such a fucking demon magnet!”

Severus was standing very close to him now. He smelt of cloves and cinnamon, and a lot of things that Spike could not identify. And he smelt of sex. Hot, passionate, wanton sex.

“I really do want to thank you, you know?” Severus said. He leaned forward and claimed Spike’s lips. For a moment, they ravaged each other’s mouths demandingly and then pulled apart, panting heavily.

Spike felt a pang for what might have been. If only Severus had not wanted to stay and fulfil the duty that he had undertaken to defeat a mad snake-faced bastard. If only Spike had not had to take care of Dru, with her insane fragility and mad visions.

If only.

It would probably not have worked anyway. Because Severus was too dominant himself and Spike was nobody’s bum boy, not since Angelus. Their relationship would have been passionate, no doubt about that, but fiery, explosive.

They pressed their foreheads together just for a moment. A final act of closeness before parting and then Spike turned and walked away.

Behind him he heard the bedsprings creak as Severus obviously went back to his Harry and the boy’s quiet voice saying, “Love you, Sev’rus.”

Then, “I love you too, Harry,” followed by the sound of a tender kiss.

In no time at all he was well out of range of the couple, moving quickly through the deserted corridors of the big old castle and then out into the frosty grounds. He would catch the early train to Euston, and sit in First Class where he could lower the blinds to keep out the sun - not that there was an awful lot of sun in this part of the world in February.

By this time tomorrow he would be back home in the arms of his own lover. He smiled at the thought of sable hair and deep brown eyes and wide kissable lips.

Xander!

On the horizon, in the far distance, there was a hint of pink around the mountains and at the station a train stood silently at the platform waiting to take him home.

finis





A/N: For those that know nothing about Buffy the Vampire Slayer a good link to find out more is here lit_gal is one of my favourite Buffy slash writers, go here for litgal goodness www.litgal.org

For those that do know a bit about the fandom: this Spike is from the end of season four, beginning of season five. Anya has arrived on the scene but has not become involved with Xander, Spike moved into Xander’s basement with him, found out a bit about his home life and they bonded. Therefore no Buffster relationship either. In my version of their universe The Scoobies have not long found out about Spike and Xander and are still coming to terms with their relationship.

Spike no-longer has an active chip in his brain as Xander came up with the bright idea of taking him to a car wrecking yard and standing him under a magnet.

Most of what I learned about Buffy I learned from fandom. Spike is the “Big Bad”, but he does love humans – especially some humans – and he cares very deeply about anyone he considers to be family. I hope you think that I have captured him and kept him as IC as possible!