"So," Harry said swallowing thickly, watching Hermione eat after she finished nursing the baby, who laid asleep on a tiny bassinet next to her by the kitchen table, "someone saved my life today."

Hermione choked on a piece of chicken and gratefully took Ron's glass of water, "What? But you were just in the office today."

"What happened, mate?" Ron asked, nicking a piece of his wife's chicken while she was busy trying to get her wind pipes to work.

Harry shrugged, still confused about what had happened earlier that day. He opened his mouth and began telling them how midway through his laborious paperwork, he had gotten so bored that he was going in search of some coffee as an excuse to take a break. The day had been completely normal, complete with the screaming of pissed off witches and wizards apprehended by his fellow Aurors on the field. He had stepped out of his cubicle, past the closed door of his Head Officer's room, and out of the stagnant office. He had walked a meter, not really noticing where he was going when he heard a door slam a few feet in front of him. Harry had only a few seconds to glance up before a great rumbling sound began above them, great chunks of graphite raining down heavily, threatening to crush him. Before he knew what was happening, someone had brushed onto him, melding their bodies together, pushing him out of the falling roof against a wall and successfully shielding him from the falling debris. His heart had been beating inside his chest furiously, the only thing he could hear in the aftermath besides the hot breath against his ear from the man covering him. A few seconds passed by before either moved leaving plenty of time for Harry to become aware of the strength and tallness of the man above him, shadowing him completely in height and muscle mass. Finally, he was freed and surveyed with dark, penetrating eyes before being given a curt nod and being left alone. It did not occur to him until he had made it back into his cubicle a half hour later after conferring with other Ministry Officials about what had happened that he knew those eyes; they belonged to Marcus Flint, a more mature, taller, more fit Marcus Flint than the one he had met in school.

"Marcus Flint?" Hermione raised her eyebrows in surprise. "You're kidding."

"Nope," said Harry. "He pushed me against a wall and then left. It was weird."

"Those idiots renovating the offices have to be more careful. Did you know I stopped by yesterday to pick up some paperwork and I found them playing with their wands, never mind that there are so many spells within Ministry walls to make even-"

Ron interrupted his wife's annoyed rant in favor of moving his eyebrows up and down and saying, "Pushed you against a wall, did he?" in a lascivious tone.

"Ron!" the tips of Harry's ears had gone pink.

Hermione stopped talking and gave a small giggle, shrugging at Harry's accusatory look, "How did he look?"

"You guys are unbelievable," Harry avoided the question.

"That good, huh?" Hermione persisted.

Harry scoffed, "No, not that good, thank you very much. I didn't even get a good look at him. Mostly, I just felt him and- you guys!" Harry stopped talking when the other two laughed loudly. Ignoring them, Harry stood up and walked to the bassinet, picking up his niece and cooing at her as he walked away from Hermione and Ron into the living room.

"Is it bad that I don't feel guilty?" Ron asked Hermione, popping a piece of lettuce into his mouth, an attempt to support his wife while she tried to lose the last of the baby weight.

Hermione grinned, "Nope."

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"Hey, Potter," Lucas Hellings greeted him three days later, coming into the office for the first time all week, "I heard you almost got crushed on Monday."

Harry flushed slightly and tried to ignore the snickers coming from the Aurors around the room. "It's not my fault that the ceiling collapsed just as I walked out, you know," Harry called out to the room in general.

Fred, his sometimes partner, shook his head from a cubicle adjacent to his, "It's just bloody unbelievable that all of this shit happens only to you."

"It's not my fault," Harry muttered under his breath as everyone went back to work.

Lucas smiled and tucked some of Harry's hair behind his ear, "Just wanted to say I'm glad to see you weren't squished."

"Thanks," Harry said sarcastically.

"I mean it," Lucas grinned, bringing out a charming dimple on his tanned face, his baby blues glinting mischievously. "You look much better this way."

Harry was just about to respond when a loud crash was heard off the hall, followed by furious yelling and the unmistakable crack of a hex. Pushing off his chair, Harry hurried out of the office, following Fred to see what the commotion was all about. The door to Ludo Bagman's office was thrown wide open and through it they could see a large figure throwing a lamp at Ludo, looking livid. Normally, the Magical Sports workers were in the floor above them, but with the renovations they had been forced to move down with the Aurors offices for the time being. Rushing forward to help the overwhelmed man, Harry couldn't help but think that Ludo Bagman was lucky to be down here. Fred sent the first hex, but it went wide and rebounded off a piece of metal on the desk, obviously magicked for that purpose. It hit Fred and he went down on one knee to catch his breath. Harry bypassed him and ran into the room, throwing ropes around the individual attacking Ludo and threw himself at the man in order to stop him from doing more damage. They crashed into the floor and Harry straddled him, putting pressure with his thighs so that the man beneath him did not move. With scrunched brows, Harry was surprised to see Marcus Flint below him, even now trying to get at Ludo, screaming about how it was not over, whatever it was.

Fred came into the room and helped Harry subdue Flint, finally taking him from Harry's hands when he quieted down. Harry checked on Ludo and found the spluttering man out of breath but otherwise unhurt. Harry set him upright and helped him to his feet. Though Ludo pointed an angry finger at Flint and began yelling how indeed it was not over but just the beginning, Harry noticed how Flint had gone deadly quiet, refusing to answer Fred's questions. Instead, his eyes were set forward obstinately as if he knew that he was going to be led away and was only looking to get it over with. Fred gave a frustrated sigh and pushed him forward; Harry was startled momentarily when those dark eyes focused on him before passing and being led downstairs to the Law Enforcement crew.

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"Thanks, Lucas," Harry sighed wearily midday a week later coming off a successful operation which had gone through the night. He took the offered coffee gratefully from the blond's hands and took a heavy swing, smiling as the hot liquid burned down his throat.

"Were you hurt?" Lucas asked, sitting on the edge of Harry's desk watching him carefully.

Harry shook his head, "No. Almost got my eyebrows singed off, but it all worked out in the end."

Lucas started laughing, "Good thing too-"

"What the-?" Harry turned his head to watch as the door to the office was slammed open.

Marcus Flint was marching in dressed in fine, crisp black robes, looking respectable and armed to the teeth with a set of serious looking lawyers holding heavy leather suitcases. It was easy to spot lawyers; they all had the same look about them that spoke of arrogance and which usually did nothing but make the Aurors' lives harder. Harry had no doubt what this was about. He was sure it had to do with Ludo, but since it had become a legal problem they had to go through the Head of Magical Law Enforcement before they could slap a lawsuit on Bagman's desk. Flint's eyes lingered on Harry as he passed and strayed momentarily to Lucas before passing him up disdainfully, moving without knocking into their Head's office.

Lucas raised his eyebrows and looked at Harry, "Well, he has a foul attitude if I ever saw one."

Harry cracked a smile and shook his head, "He does seem a little full of himself, doesn't he?"

"You think?" Lucas asked as everyone in the room concentrated on the lawyers' babble as they explained in no uncertain terms that their client was set on suing Bagman.

Harry shook his head, "What do you reckon Ludo did?"

Lucas shrugged, "Between you and me, I have no doubt it was something stupid."

When they finally made their way out once again, Harry was almost positive he was being stared at, but when he looked up, Marcus was staring forward. There was a glint of determination in his eyes that spoke of being close to getting what he wanted. It did something strange to his chiseled face, somehow made it more intense, and Harry had to admit to himself that Hermione was right. Marcus Flint really did look that good.

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On Sunday evening of the same week, Harry was smiling with satisfaction as he made his way to the Leaky Cauldron. He had spent a wonderful day with George, Angelina, Ron, and Hermione, baby Rose spending a few hours with Mrs. Weasley, and was ready to head home. He had a brown paper bag filled with some left over food from the wonderful restaurant where they had dinner and had decided to floo home because of it instead of Apparating. Food didn't usually make the journey when he Apparated and he had really enjoyed the pasta. Pushing the back door open, Harry smiled at Tom,

the inn keeper, and asked to use the fireplace. He threw a pinch of powder into the fire and stepped through, waving jovially at Tom, ready to speak the words to go home. At the same moment, however, a tall man came through and wrapped his arms around Harry's waist, catching him unaware as they spun. Unable to look up, Harry could only smell the pleasant scent of expensive cologne against his nose.

When the spinning finally stopped, Harry pushed through his fireplace and stepped back, letting the food drop in favor of getting his wand. His breath was coming very fast and when he saw Marcus Flint standing in front of him, his stomach did an odd flip. They stood there a few tense moments, without doing anything, Marcus' dark eyes raking over Harry with an indescribable type of scrutiny. He certainly didn't look dangerous despite the fact that he towered over Harry. In the time that they had been waiting, Harry knew that he could have drawn his own wand if he was set on doing something dangerous. Instead, he had merely stared forward, leaving Harry more nervous and unnerved than he was threatened.

Blinking up uncertainly, Harry allowed his wand to drop by his side and said, "Umm, hi."

Before he knew what was happening, Flint had stepped forward and pressed him up against the wall, successfully knocking his wand away and sneaking his hand up Harry's thin t-shirt. Marcus crashed his lips roughly on to Harry's and thrust his tongue inside, giving out a guttural sound of satisfaction as if he had wanted to do that very badly. His knee found its way in between Harry's legs and rubbed upwards, making Harry gasp into the kiss. He had no clue what was going on, but suddenly his shirt was missing and Marcus was peeling off his pants and pushing down his boxers, grabbing on to Harry's erection and plunging down with his hand. With a low moan, Harry arched his head, giving Marcus room to latch on to his neck where he bit down, making Harry let out this tiny little sound that went straight down to Marcus' penis. Harry turned his head, searching for Flint's lips as the hand on his cock kept up its steady rhythm.

Marcus kissed his way to Harry's ear and muttered, "Room," huskily, pulling on Harry to take him there.

Without thinking, Harry grabbed his hand and led him past the kitchen to a spacious, comfortable room off the hall. He had not made his bed that morning, but the room was otherwise neat, for which he was vaguely thankful for. Marcus lowered Harry on to the bed and peeled off his shirt, revealing a magnificent chest that led down to a set of abs that made Harry flush. He pushed off his pants after kicking off his shoes and socks. With a deep blush, Harry realized Flint was not wearing any boxers. His eyes went a little round as he caught sight of Marcus' penis, and it was then that Harry decided Flint's best looking body part was always sadly covered. Somehow his hand found its way around the hard shaft and he marveled momentarily at its length and berth, his fingers barely touching as they made their way around; Marcus Flint was hung.

However, Harry was soon distracted as Marcus pushed himself on top of him, pushing Harry's legs wide apart as he attacked Harry's mouth and sank further down to bite down on a pert nipple. Harry was vaguely aware that he was making some embarrassing sounds that sounded awfully like mewling when Flint pressed the tip of his wand to his anus and set a shot of lubrication tingling inside of him. Flint worked his fingers into Harry, stretching him wonderfully and surprisingly without pain as they graced that spot that made Harry moan out wantonly. Flint's eyes were concentrated upon him, dark and heavy with lust, watching him as if Harry was the last and most important thing on the planet. Pushing forward, Flint wrapped Harry's legs around his waist and kept one of his hands on Harry's thigh using it as leverage as he pushed forward and inside of Harry.

It felt wonderful. Harry had never had sex without pain, but this, this was something amazing. Whatever nifty spell Flint had used, he was a genius, because though Harry could feel the berth and strength of the cock pushing inside of him, there was only the hint of pain which instead of making his erection drop made it stand on end with excitement. When Flint drove forward and slammed home, Harry gasped and moaned out loudly, sinking his nails into Marcus' back as he slid back and pushed forward again, hard. Harry had never had sex with anyone like this, because atop him, Marcus Flint looked like such a man. Everything about him was masculine, from the hard shaft driving over and over into Harry to the flat, muscled belly, up to his dark eyes hazy with lust. Without once touching his penis, Marcus drove Harry to climax, moving inside of him until Harry's erection came back once again. Another first for Harry, who was squirming beneath him in delirious pleasure. Finally, when it felt like it was all too much, when Marcus' cock was slamming against him giving him such an amazing feeling that he thought he would die, a hand wrapped around his penis and worked hard until Harry came with a hoarse cry. Above him, Flint worked himself into Harry, once, twice, and a third time before moaning a delicious moan that made the hair on Harry's arms stand on end and allowing his weight to drop carefully on top of him.

Harry had no idea how what just happened had come about, not least of all, because he could still feel Flint, his hot seed deep inside of him along with his penis. Pushing off with his forearms, Marcus spread Harry's legs open a little wider and looked into his eyes, watching as Harry moaned out one last time as he pulled out, slowly, as if to capitalize on the look on Harry's face. Without a word, Marcus kissed his neck and bit down so that Harry knew he had left a hickey and moved to Harry's mouth to kiss him thoroughly. Without thinking, Harry closed his eyes for a second and dropped off to sleep, exhausted and boneless with pleasure.

When Harry awoke at five a.m. the next morning, he was naked and alone. He gathered his sheets about him and turned on the lights, going into the living room to find the dropped bag of food next to the fireplace. Otherwise, everything was in its rightful place. He could tell even from a distance that the floo hadn't been used, because there was no sign of a fire having been lit. He bent down to pick up the bag and gave out a soft hiss, feeling for the first time discomfort from the earlier activities. Moving into the kitchen to drop the ruined food in the waste basket, all Harry could do was shake his head. He had no idea how it had happened. All he knew was that he had possibly just had the best sex of his life with a person he had not seen in years, someone that he knew absolutely nothing about. Scenes of a few hours ago kept replaying in his mind, and it was with deep confusion that he felt his erection reawaken. Regardless of what had happened, though, he had work in the morning, and so he returned to his bed. Flint had no doubt Apparated home, and Harry was probably never going to see him again. He settled further into his pillow, and it took him a moment to realize that it smelled like Flint, delicious. Sighing, Harry settled down trying to stop his mind from wandering to images of a dark male atop of him, driving over and over into him. He failed.

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"Harry, are you alright?" Hermione asked the next day at lunch, looking at her best friend with worry. He looked as if he had not gotten enough sleep, and the fact that he had called her to see if she wanted to go to a restaurant with him while Ron was busy at the joke shop was strange. Usually, he would just bring take out and meet them both in Diagon Alley.

"Hey, you two," Ron greeted them, taking off his jacket and sitting down, giving his Hermione a soft kiss on the lips then extending his arms out for his daughter. "What is this about, then?"

Hermione shrugged and looked at Harry with concern, "Harry?"

"I slept with Flint," Harry let out before he could lose his nerve.

Ron grinned lewdly and burst out laughing, "You invited us to lunch so you could tell us about your sordid sex life?"

Hermione slapped his leg and looked at Harry, "How did- well, let me stop. First of all, do you want to talk about it?"

Harry scratched the back of his head, "I don't know if there's anything to talk about, actually. Yesterday after dinner, I went into the Leaky Cauldron and when I was about to floo home, he stepped inside the fireplace and went home with me. It was kind of an accident."

"And now you're freaked out," Ron said looking from his best friend to his smiling baby.

"Yes, that about sums it up," Harry nodded.

"Well, did he say anything?" Hermione asked him, taking a sip of her water.

Harry blushed and shook his head, "There wasn't much talking involved."

"Oh, that's the best kind," Ron earned another slap from Hermione.

Then, she paused as if gathering her courage to ask, "Well, was it the best kind?"

"Hermione!"

"Harry, give me a break," she said. "I deal with baby poop and throw up all day. I don't feel sexy, and I can't have sex for another two weeks. Come on, give me something here."

Harry burst out laughing, glad that he had invited his friends, even if they were crazy. Hermione had calmed down a lot since school, and being married to Ron had beaten into her a sense of humor. Thankfully, now that he had said it out loud, it became easier to bear. Sure, Harry still had no clue why, but at least he wasn't keeping it to himself any longer. At least he didn't feel as if he was going to burst anymore.

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"Then, she tried to hex bunny ears on me, but-" Lucas was cut off and Harry's attention was drawn to the closed door of their Head's office.

"What's all that about?" Harry asked, having just come in to drop off some of the magical apprehension tools that he and his partner Fred had used earlier that day. He was about to head out and had just stopped to listen to Lucas tell a funny story when they had been interrupted.

"Oh, that," Lucas said with a frown. "You know that guy that came in with the lawyers?" Harry paled. "Well, he's in there, giving Bottlehagen a tough time. He and the lawyers have been in there for a while, actually."

Apparently not anymore, however, because just at that moment, Bottlehagen, their boss, threw the door open and called out, "One of you, escort these gentlemen out of my office."

No one lined up for the job, caught unaware, and sighing Harry stood up, "I'll do it, sir. I'm just heading out."

Flint walked out and looked at him momentarily before Lucas drew Harry's attention and said goodbye. He leaned in close and whispered that they should have dinner sometime and gently kissed the corner of Harry's mouth, hidden from the rest of their co-workers. They were facing Marcus, however, and he scowled deeply as he watched them, taking some satisfaction in Harry's startled look. Not willing to hurt Lucas' feelings, however, Harry smiled and moved away, waving goodbye to rest of the Aurors as they headed out.

"If you'll follow me, please," Harry told Marcus and his lawyers, his voice leaving no doubt that it was not a suggestion.

When they were out in the hall, Marcus looked at them and muttered, "You can go," before slowing his steps to match Harry's.

"Umm, I'm taking the stairs then," Harry said, pulling up a door to leave. He was surprised to see Flint follow him inside. Marcus slid his thumb over Harry's lip and shook his head, as if he was trying to erase something there. It took Harry a second to realize that something was Lucas' kiss. Before he could get a word out, Flint was kissing him, sucking on Harry's tongue and wrapping his arms around the smaller man, Disapparting them with a small pop.

"Hey, where-" Harry was going to ask where they were, where he had been taken, but Marcus was obviously not up to talking. Instead, he slid his hands under Harry's shirt and pulled it over his head, doing something with his wand that got rid of the rest of Harry's clothes, making them appear folded by the foot of a very large bed. Harry flushed a deep crimson color when Marcus' eyes focused on his raging erection, taut and red with blood flow. Harry bit his lip and yanked on Flint's shirt making him grin with satisfaction, throwing it over his head. Marcus' hands wrapped around Harry's ass solidly, picking him off the ground to wrap his legs around Flint's waist. The taller man kicked off his shoes and walked them to the bed where he took off his pants and socks before grabbing his wand, making that same rush of lubrication run into Harry pleasantly. Apparently, Harry realized, Marcus really did not like to wear underwear.

Thick fingers intruded his opening and stretched him quickly before he was yanked forward and his legs were thrown around Marcus' waist. Without giving him a moment to breathe, Marcus plunged forward, slamming into Harry with a satisfied grunting moan in time with Harry's gasp. He slammed forward again and again, his hand massaging the tip of Harry's penis before going down and then back up quickly. Harry's back was arching of its own accord, angling so that Marcus got him just right every single time. However, mid moan, Flint stopped moving and though Harry tried desperately to move, Marcus prevented him from doing so with hands at his waist. Flint reversed their positions, and Harry suddenly found himself on top, held there by strong hands. His eyes were hazy with confusion and lust, and Harry bit his lip wondering why in the hell it was that Marcus wasn't fucking him.

Then, just when he was about to scream at Marcus to do something, Flint opened his mouth and said just one word, low and commanding, "Move."

That tone of voice did something crazy to him, and Harry could do nothing else but impale himself on Flint's thick, long cock over and over, wondering how he had ever thought sex with other people had been good compared to this. He was being driven slowly insane, the hand on his erection making him throw his head back and concentrate on driving himself down on Marcus. It was fabulous, perfection; it was wonderful. Harry felt Flint come inside of him with a deep groan, and he could do nothing but follow suit, sliding down on top of Flint's chest, trying to regain some semblance of control. Beneath his ear, Harry could hear Marcus' heart going very fast and he noted with tired surprise how much bigger than him Marcus was. Then, Harry felt Flint stirring inside of him and found himself on his back once again, being driven into slowly and shallowly, making him moan out in pleasure. Flint really knew what he was doing; his hands were roaming Harry's body, and one wrapped securely around Harry's penis, working it to get his erection back into place. It wasn't long before Harry came again under Flint's very careful ministrations and it was with the deepest satisfaction that he once again felt the hot pulsing of Flint's cum hitting his walls, deep inside.

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Sometime in the middle of the night, Harry woke up to the feeling of a deep burning in his bum. He was momentarily disoriented, unsure of where he was or who it was that he was currently using as a human pillow. He glanced around the large, expensively decorated room which was lighted dimly by the burning fireplace in the far wall. There were large, tall windows on the left and right walls covered by thick curtains, as well as a desk, a couch, and an armchair by the fireplace. There were two night tables by the bed and three doors, two on the right wall and one on the wall behind the bed. Harry assumed they led out of the room and into Marcus' bathroom and closet. Flint was sleeping peacefully beneath him, his long, dark lashes covering his dark eyes. Up close, it was very easy to see that this was a handsome man, a handsome man who made himself less so by the manner in which he carried himself, crudely and arrogantly. His body was a marvelous piece of work, and Harry could find no fat on that body, which was chiseled and heavily muscled, down to the details if his penis was anything to go by. Blushing, Harry squirmed and hissed louder than he intended when his bum dragged across the bed.

Marcus opened his eyes, unfocused and heavy with sleep. He looked at Harry and the first thing he did was drag him down for a long, slow kiss that left Harry flushed. When he pulled back, Flint kissed his way down to Harry's neck and surprised the younger man by asking, "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," Harry said, distracted by a very talented tongue.

A tongue that flicked the lobe of his ear before hissing out, "Liar." Marcus ran a hand to Harry's ass as if to test a hypothesis, and he nodded with understanding when Harry winced. He grabbed his wand and kissed his way down Harry's chest, spreading his legs on the way down. He pushed them up and spread Harry's bum with his thumbs, going forward to soothe the blazing red spot with his tongue, making Harry give a low moan of relief. Marcus put the tip of his wand next to his mouth and muttered a spell that instantly began soothing the burning inside of Harry. He squirmed as fingers kneaded him and drove whatever Flint had put inside of him against the walls, making Harry bite his lip when one hit that spot that made any discomfort worth it. When Marcus began to pull his hand out as if to give Harry time to rest and recover, Harry shook his head, his cheeks flushed, and pulled the larger man on top of him, kissing him desperately and wrapping his legs around his waist.

Flint looked as if he knew better, but Harry didn't give him a chance to think, pulling him forward until the tip of his penis teased his opening. Harry looked at him and breathed out, "Please," before Marcus closed his eyes as that little word sent a shudder of pleasure through his body. Kissing Harry, he pushed forward and slid home, giving the Auror time to adjust. He was tighter around him, and Marcus knew that he was no doubt swollen from their earlier rounds. So, he kept his thrusts slow but deep, powerful, aiming to please every time. He pulled on Harry's dick and focused on making more of those wonderful noises slip out of the squirming man beneath him, until he finally came, prompting him, Flint, to shoot his seed deep into Harry, feeling as Harry's muscles clenched around him. Pulling out, Flint grinned at Harry's low moan and used his wand to clean him before sending another jet of soothing lubrication from his wand. He settled down on the bed, and it took Harry seconds to conform his body to the muscled man's before falling asleep.

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The next morning, the bed was still warm underneath Harry when he decided it was time to wake up. He had felt Marcus leave a little earlier, dressing quickly as if he had a meeting he was late for. Low voices could be heard from the next room, whose door had obviously been left open, and Harry had been drifting in and out of sleep since then. The door opened and Harry caught sight of impeccably dressed wizards walking by before Marcus closed the door, coming into the room with a deep sigh. Harry couldn't help but notice the dark circles around his eyes, no doubt helped along by their long night together. Harry sat up and smiled uncertainly, pulling the covers to cover his lower body.

Noticing the tight hold Harry kept on the sheets, Flint laughed, "Don't you think it's a little late for that?"

Harry blushed and refused to answer, asking instead, "Where am I, exactly?"

"North Ireland," said Flint shrugging off the coat of his suit.

"We're not in England anymore?" Harry asked, a little shocked.

Marcus pulled at his tie, loosening the knot and moved closer to the bed, stealing a kiss from Harry before stepping back to unbutton his dark shirt, "No."

"Fli-er- Mar, umm, what do they call you?" Harry asked, inclining his head to the door in the direction of the retreating wizards.

Marcus looked at him with an unreadable look before saying, "Boss," and walking into the door on the wall by the bed.

Harry could hear the shower heads go off through the open door and, pulling the sheets around himself, he walked and leaned against the door. He watched with focused eyes as Marcus peeled off his clothes, revealing long, smooth muscles. As he walked towards him, Harry had to bite his lip to suppress a groan. Instead, he asked, "What am I supposed to call you then?"

Marcus tugged on the sheets and made them drop; he ran his hand from the curve of Harry's neck down to his belly and to his hand, where he linked their fingers, pulling Harry forward with him into the shower. The water was warm as it rained down upon them, and Harry smiled lightly when Flint pushed him gently against the wall, licking it away from his neck up to his lips, where he dipped forward for a long, smooth kiss. He nipped his way to Harry's ear and grabbing on to Harry's erection, he said, "You can call me whatever you want."

Harry groaned as the large hand worked him, pumping up and down. He allowed his head to drop of Marcus' chest and bit down there with pleasure before giving out a long, loud moan when he came all over Flint's hand. He looked up at him through his lashes and smiled, saying, "Marcus will do fine."

Laughing, Marcus bent down and kissed him, pressing forward enough for Harry to feel his own erection pressing against his waist. Pulling back, Harry went to his knees and licked the head, feeling satisfaction pool in his belly when Marcus' hands laced through his hair. It was strange, but there wasn't much that Harry did not like to do with this man. Even his taste was appealing, and as he licked his way up the shaft, Harry couldn't help but wonder what the hell it was that they were doing, even if it was bloody fucking amazing. Flint came into Harry's mouth and Harry swallowed languidly, licking him clean before going up for a long kiss.

Later, clean and fresh, they dressed together. Harry had to wait a little long under Marcus' scrutiny while a House Elf brought his freshly laundered clothes from the night before and dressed quickly when he had them in his hands. Marcus was wearing a black, finely tailored suit that made his shoulders look kind of amazing, narrowing down on his slim hips. Harry had been right; he did have an aversion to underwear. He sat on the bed and pulled Harry between his legs, tugging Harry's shirt down over the smooth line of his belly but not before kissing him just beneath his bellybutton, leaving a tiny little mark there. His broad hands wrapped aroud Harry's waist and he looked up, saying, "Don't let that man touch you again."

"What man?" Harry asked confused.

"The blond that kissed you. Don't let him touch you again."

Harry didn't like that tone, a tone that was spoken as if Harry had no choice. Crinkling his brows, Harry tried to push off but was stopped. He let out an angry breath and glared down at Flint, "I can bloody do whatever the hell I please, thanks."

Marcus scowled at him, but Harry didn't back down. After some very long moments, Marcus caught Harry off guard and sank his head into Harry's belly, grunting a muttered, "Please," into the air.

Harry looked down with surprise and blinked, not knowing what to say. Then, Marcus kissed him and all he could do was nod, even if he had no idea why, considering he didn't know the man. The sex was incredible. Maybe, Harry decided, so much pleasure was driving him insane.

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Hey, everyone! I'm hell of excited about this one. This is going to be a relatively short one, but I really wanted to do this pairing. I find it very intriguing. Please let me know what you think? Was it hot, boring, unoriginal? Let me know. I really appreciate it! Please, please, please REVIEW! Let's see if I can get at least 20 reviews before next update.

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