Disclaimer: This story uses elements from The Harry Potter Books Series by JK Rowling - 30 Days of Night motion picture (Sony Pictures) - and the Dark Hunter Book Series by Sherrilyn Kenyon-They're not mine - I'm just having fun with them.

A/N: Sorry it's been so long - hope you're still with me!

Chapter 4

Harry woke to the feeling of hands on him; large, warm, gentle hands touching him… rubbing… caressing.

He moaned.

He was so warm and tingly…

"Open your eyes little one."

Harry shook his head ever so slightly. If he opened his eyes he'd wake up… then the warm and tingly feelings would go away.

Something hot and wet caressed his top lip.

"Please," the voice whispered, "please open your eyes."

Harry felt the pull of those words; a need to do what was requested… so he listened… and found snake eyes above him. Not the red ones of his nightmares, but a creamy jade. He was mesmerized by those eyes.

"Beautiful," the voice hissed.

"Who are you," Harry hissed back.

"Illarion of the Dragons."

"Oh…"

Illarion turned his head, "Who are you then little one?"

"Harry… just Harry."

"My Harry."

"Oh."

Harry watched the other man's face get closer and closer to his own. He knew he was about to be kissed and he wasn't sure how he felt about that. He was twenty-two and the only kisses he'd had were from girls… before he'd even graduated from school… Was he even gay? At this point he supposed he was asexual really…

And then lips were touching lips and Harry lost the ability to think.

The feelings… the taste! Harry's back arched as Illarion's tongue licked just inside his lips, slowly going deeper inside; flicking, licking, and then a suck.

Harry moaned and threaded his fingers into Illarion's blonde hair, pulling the larger man closer to him.

Merlin! It was like electricity slowly filling his skin – it tingled, it throbbed, it almost hurt but in a way that made his toes curl and stomach clench.

"Ahem."

Harry froze.

Illarion pulled away and looked back over his shoulder with a silent snarl.

"Now, now. It wasn't my idea. Boy's brother wants to see him," someone said.

The blonde hissed.

"Honest! I may be a jerk but I'm not that much of a jerk. This pair isn't to be trifled with Illarion. Let them see each other, get their bearings, and I'm sure they won't mind letting you two get on with it."

Harry lay perfectly still – embarrassment filling him. Here he was making out with a … with a NAKED stranger, wherever here was and he had no idea where Xander was.

He pushed at the naked chest above him and slowly the larger man moved to the side. Quickly Harry slid to the side of the… bed, he supposed it was, only to stop and stare at his blurry, naked legs.

He just sat there.

Absolutely bewildered.

For some reason this situation had him completely brain-locked.

For the first time in his life he simply had no clue what to do next.

"Here," Illarion hissed gently, "let me help you."

Harry allowed himself to be pulled to his feet and dressed but it all passed in a blur.

There was a flash of light and then Xander was cupping his face.

"Harry? Look at me Bro. Harry?"

Harry blinked.

"Harry? Come on now, give me a sign you're in there or things are going to head downhill here… and you know with one eye I'll wind up rolling down that hill…"

And just like that the sound came back to Harry – like the camera had zoomed back out and he was aware of the world again.

"Xander?"

The bigger brunette sighed in relief, "Yeah, it's me Harry. You all right there?"

"Yeah… yeah. I think it all got to be a bit too much, ya know?"

Xander nodded, "Everything went kinda slowmo and quiet – like you were underwater?"

"Yeah," Harry drug a hand over his face.

"It happens – trust me. It's like the brain hits the pause button – it just needed a minute to cope. You better now?"

"I think so, yeah."

"Cool… you wanna tell me about your friend here… and why are you in a skirt?"