blood bound

chapter 20: Play Time

Severus could feel something wet repeatedly moving along his neck as he slowly woke wrapped in warmth. He wondered if he could hang on to the lovely dream he was having or if some new disaster would once more force him into the harsh morning light of reality. The leg gently pressed to his groin quickly put paid to the idea that it was all a dream as his eyes shot wide only to meet a pair of mischievous, hungry emerald orbs. The pleased grumbling growl that Harry gave had him remembering the evening before and exactly how much trouble he was in with his mates.

"Has our sleeping prince awakened?" Voldemort asked sleepily, instinctively tightening his arms around his mates and drawing them marginally closer.

"Yep," Harry said cheerfully, still perched on top of Severus where he had fallen asleep the night before.

"You're a morning person," Severus groaned in dismay only to watch as Harry's eyes momentarily darkened in painful memory.

"No, just well trained," Harry said carefully before burying his face in Severus' neck and inhaling deeply, using the other man's scent to ground him in the here and now. Severus wrapped his arms around the small vampire, half ashamed for bringing up the Dursleys treatment however inadvertently.

"Why did you call me prince?" Severus asked cautiously as something occurred to him.

"What? You thought I wouldn't find out about your heritage when you wrote that you were the half-blood prince in the front of all your school books?" Voldemort asked wickedly. "Of course figuring out how you became a Damphyr has been puzzling me since the meeting."

"My bastard of a father was originally of the Dracul line but he did something and was cursed to slowly starve to death, unable to feed on blood and forced to subsist on muggle food alone. Anything magical that passed his lips would burn like acid. The lack of human blood, as with Harry, reduced his strength to muggle or weaker levels. As far as I know he never knew the cure to the curse but I discovered it once he was finally dead. There were two possible cures drinking 5 gallons of Dragons blood straight from the source or draining a mature Damphyr, preferably one of his own get. Needless to say when I learned that I was greatful that the bastard never survived to see my majority," Severus admitted almost sheepishly. Harry growled low in anger before latching onto Severus' throat and taking a mouthful of blood calming himself and making the two of them instantly hard in addition to their morning wood.

"Mine," Harry muttered against his neck.

"Ours," Voldemort corrected. "Our naughty Damphyr who tried to keep us from finding out that he was threatened. Our naughty Damphyr who will be punished for being so naughty and thinking that we would allow another to take him from us."

Harry hummed his agreement as his eyes once more started glowing bright green in a combination of lust and the hunt. This worried Severus a bit who was still pinned to the bed underneath him. He knew exactly what Voldemort was doing and judging by the smirk on his handsome face his dominant knew that he knew and was enjoying the results immensely. Harry glanced at Voldemort a moment later with the same playful hunting lust that made Severus' breath catch, cocking his head to the side like a curious bird before smiling wickedly. Voldemort abruptly wondered if provoking his mate's hunting instincts had been such a good idea with them trapped together in their bedroom.

"Harry," Voldemort said warningly only to get pounced on by the smaller male as they started tumbling about on the bed, playful growls coming from both of them accompanied by Harry's bright laughter as they tussled.