"I don't understand, if the chemo isn't working, then why do I have to keep taking it?" Harry asked, trying not to whine but failing spectacularly. He really, really didn't want the chemo again.
Carlisle looked up from where he was getting the port ready and gave his mate an understanding grin. "We're hoping between all the potions and the chemo, we can keep you alive to your birthday."
Harry scratched at his port, pouting when Carlisle grabbed his hand and gently laid it down on the bed. "I really don't like having that crap in my body, and it makes me feel horrible. Maybe you should just go ahead and bite me now."
"Is that what you truly want?" Carlisle asked, knowing that Harry wasn't ready for that. He hated how weak he was, but if Harry said yes, he wouldn't hesitate to bite him. He had always had such amazing control, well, it all went out the window when Harry came into his life.
Harry shrugged his shoulders. "I could be done with his mess," he said, pointing to his port. "I wouldn't be sick anymore, and I wouldn't have to worry about anyone taking me away from you. Those are pretty big incentives."
Carlisle lovingly caressed his mates cheek, thrilled that after only a short amount of time together, Harry didn't want to leave him. "Love, you have no idea how badly I want to bite you and end your suffering, but we don't know what my venom will do to you. Please, just give your professor time to analyze my venom."
Harry sucked on his bottom, he wanting to cry, but he tired of being a baby. "Fine," he answered in a whisper, jerkily nodding his head.
Carlisle leaned in and gently claimed his mate's lips. The kiss was slow and sweet, and he purposely produced extra venom, hoping that it would help with the side effects of the chemo. He had filled Severus in on his suspicions that his venom was actually making Harry feel better.
Moaning, Harry opened his mouth wider and deepened the kiss. Carlisle tasted amazing and he wanted more. It was almost like Carlisle was a drug, and once got a taste, he couldn't stop.
"This doesn't look like starting chemotherapy to me," Severus groaned, walking into the room.
"This also isn't very professional conduct," Poppy said, glaring at Carlisle.
"I don't know, I think it's excellent medicine," Harry smiled, pulling Carlisle back down for another kiss.
Rolling his eyes, Severus started pulling out the potions that Harry would require. After this he was going to have to return to Hogwarts to brew some more potions for the boy, even though it was killing him leaving his new mate. He had only known Esme for a few short hours, but he already found her to be the most compassionate, loving person that he had ever met. He knew that he didn't deserve a mate like her, especially with all the horrible things he had done in the past. Luckily for him he was a Slytherin, past be damned, he wasn't going to walk away from the best thing that ever happened to him.
Reluctantly, Carlisle broke off the kiss. Both Severus and Poppy were right, it wasn't very professional of him to be making out with his patient, even if he was his adorable little mate, and they really needed to get the chemo started.
"Are you ready to get started, Harry?" Carlisle asked, grabbing the IV bags.
"No," Harry answered quickly, covering his port with his hand. "I don't want that stuff."
Pinching the bridge of his nose, Severus snapped. "Potter, enough with your dramatics. I have better things to do than sit here and wait for you to finish with your little meltdown."
"Severus!" Esme cried from the doorway. "Don't talk to Harry like that. He's just a boy who's sick and scared, show some compassion."
Harry had to press his lips tightly together to keep from smiling. He had never heard anyone snap at Snape like that, not even . Looking up at his professor, he had a hard time not busting out laughing when he saw the look of shock on his face. Snape had always been good at not showing any emotions and keeping his mask firmly in place.
