I hope you enjoy this first story, thank you for reading! Fair warning this story isn't just fluff there's drama too (But eventually a happy ending!) I'm ignoring a lot of the 'rules' of both the Gargoyles world and Harry Potter world but it's for the good of the story! This is the first in the 'Game' Series

~ Ero Game ~

The back alley lights seemed abnormally bright considering the time of night. The eyes watching them squinted and continued on. The cigarette that was burning in his mouth did nothing but irritate his eyes more. He knew that he shouldn't be smoking but he was too stubborn and right now he really needed a nicotine fix. The silence was disturbed when a cat over turned a trash can. He didn't startle but he did pause and count a few seconds before he continued on. He caught a glimpse of himself in a broken mirror. It was amazing that he looked so…normal. His hair had grown out a bit since coming to America, probably time for a trim but he couldn't bring himself to care. He had a few piercings in his ears just because he could and jeans and dark coat. He looked like any other young man on the street. It was a funny thought.

The trash can had covered the sound he had been waiting for when a dark stone colored hand reached from behind him, took the cigarette out of his mouth and flicked it away. Harry smiled, he had known that he should have hurried the smoke. He paused when a low growl told him that ignoring the situation would not make it better. He turned around and quickly found himself pressed up against the rough stone wall of the alley. Harry grunted from the impact but smiled as he looked up at the giant form that towered above him. He felt no fear as he looked up at Goliath. The Gargoyle's eyes were narrowed in agitation but not the pure white that came with anger. Harry smiled and reached up to caress along Goliath's jaw, their size made it difficult but Goliath lowered his head to make it more comfortable. So he wasn't that mad, just annoyed.

"I thought we had discussed that habit of yours." Harry let the deep husky voice wash over him as he watched Goliath destroy the cigarette between his clawed fingers. He knew he shouldn't think of it as such…but it was incredibly sensual to him. He looked up, his green eyes flashing with lust through his lashes. He could see that same lust answered in the darkness of Goliath's eyes.

Goliath reached forward his hand steady as he fought against his own strength to touch Harry gently. He could see the confidence that Harry had in him shining in those bright green eyes. Such faith. It always amazed him. He leaned down, so slowly… He always had to be so careful, even when Harry didn't want him to be. He pressed his lips down against Harry's and gave a small grown as the reckless man did as he always did and he closed his eyes as he pressed Harry harder up against the wall. His hands grasped Harry's shoulders even as he ground his body against the smaller's. How…how could it be so…strong every time? Every time it was impossible to resist…

He was losing control. Harry could feel it. He moaned and pressed eagerly to the body that was literally as hard as a rock. He moaned and arched his neck begging Goliath for more. He knew that the gargoyle would try to resist…Goliath was so noble it was one thing he loved about him. He wanted so badly to do the right thing. After every time the leader would swear that they couldn't do it again. That it was too dangerous. But he didn't care all he knew was that he needed…this…whatever it was.

Panting Goliath tried to regain control of himself "Harry…" He shouldn't do this… he couldn't do this. But… but his hands were moving on his own. His claws were tearing away the thin clothing that Harry insisted on wearing…He had noticed how provocative they were under the coat…At every turn Harry was frustrating and tempting him…He moaned when that porcelain neck was exposed. That was playing dirty, Harry knew him too well. He gave in and growled as he lowered his mouth to it and began to mark it. He would regret this. He knew he would and he didn't care. In the end he always gave in to Harry. Always.

The alley was startlingly silent as Harry adjusted his tight pants. He sighed as he looked at the tattered remains of his shirt. Really… did Goliath have to destroy his shirt every time? Goliath refused to leave more than a few marks on him but apparently his clothing was open game. Harry opened his hand and the shirt mended itself. His wand had been destroyed during the war but the Elder Wand was now his and as long as it was on his body he had no need to wave it or use verbal enchantments. Apparently that was below the Master of Death.

Harry didn't have to turn to know that Goliath would be staring moodily at the wall. Every time. Just like the shirts. He shook his head and pulled out another cigarette, since he was going to be the Master of Death for the foreseeable future there was no real reason to worry about dying. He lit it up and turned to look at Goliath. Yup. He could see the regret in those dark eyes already. He shook his head "Just go already…"

There was a pause and for a moment Harry thought Goliath had gone but again his cigarette was taken from his mouth. He turned with an arched brow as he stubbornly dug for another cigarette "Look Goliath we've both done this enough times to know how this is going to end. You're going to say that this never should have happened and that it was terribly irresponsible and then in a few days you'll mysteriously find me in an alley again and the story just repeats itself. So instead of doing the long talk this time can you just bugger off?"

Harry could see that his words bothered Goliath but the gargoyle wouldn't be able to say anything against them since they were the truth. Instead this time Goliath said something that surprised him.

"You're going to go see him now aren't you?" Goliath's voice held a tone of resentment that Harry had never heard before.

Harry lit his third cigarette and took a drag as he studied Goliath for a moment. He was thinking quickly. He knew of only one person that he visited every time he got together with and eventually ditched by Goliath…Who would also have the power to make Goliath take that tone. Owen Burnett…otherwise known as Puck. "Yes…"

The pause continued and Harry took a moment to enjoy the fact that a he had somehow managed to make Goliath uncomfortable. It was petty but after all he was usually the one left behind after being told he was a mistake again and again. It felt good and he wasn't going to feel guilty about enjoying it.

It seemed that was all Goliath needed to know because the gargoyle gave a curt nod and then turned to climb up the alley wall and didn't even glance backwards as he opened his wings and flew away. So that's how it was then.

Harry continued smoking his cigarette as he went back the alley way he came in from. A black Mercedes pulled up with perfect timing and Owen was looking at him with a blank face but he knew him well enough by now to see the sympathy in his eyes. Bastard. He knew that he hated sympathy. They sat in silence as the car cruised along. They never had a particular destination in mind but that wasn't the important part.

Owen watched as Harry smoked and gazed unseeingly out the window. The first time this had happened he had been following Goliath during one of Xanatos's former schemes. He had seen Harry limping out of the alley way struggling to light a cigarette and ever since then it had become an absurd little tradition. But one he valued none the less. Harry was an interesting figure in his life. He was the Master of Death and had come to New York a few years after some…unsavory things happened. Anyways he was an interesting individual and there was always something going on around him.

Deciding that Harry had spent enough time sulking Owen smirked and broke the ice "I had the pleasure of seeing Goliath the other day. I saw fit to inform him of our regular chats."

Harry snorted inelegantly from the passenger seat "So that's what he was talking about."

As much as Harry enjoyed Puck's 'Owen' persona short and to the point. "He briefly mentioned you before he, you know, flew off to pretend like it wasn't going to happen again."

Owen glanced over at Harry from the driver's seat. Personally both his Puck and Owen personas agreed that Goliath was a fool. Harry was powerful, thoughtful, sensitive, and of course…beautiful in an almost tragic way. After the War Harry had changed. Most of his friends were dead, the country was in postwar despair and all of his happiest places were in ruin. He had tried to escape from his past but there was no way he could escape his position as Master of Death. It was an unfortunate tale but Harry kept his broken smile throughout it. He pulled over the car at a view point and they looked at the city lights. He was half tempted to take Harry for himself. In fact…

The mood in the car shifted and Harry was aware of it. He flicked the cigarette out of the window and turned to watch as Owen's face gave him a remarkably Puckish smile. He smirked in response "Want a piece for yourself?" His eyes were blank even as his tone and expression were casual when he leaned in towards Owen.

He knew that Goliath judged him even if he couldn't bring himself to say it…But the gargoyle didn't understand and since he was in denial about what was happening between them he never had a chance to explain. It didn't matter now.

He didn't bother thinking any more about it as Owen crawled on top of him and lowered the seat back. Car sex wasn't his favorite, but it was better than an alley way at least. He couldn't help that one last bitter thought as Owen started removing his shirt, carefully button by button taking care not to damage it. For some reason he didn't feel the appreciation that he was expecting.

The outlook had a towering tree that had somehow managed to escape the many renovations that had taken place. A dark form was outlined against the moon but it went unnoticed in the stillness of the night. Goliath's eyes started to bleed white as he watched the two bodies move together. Owen was far gentler than he ever was, but a dark primal side of him was pleased to notice that Harry's sounds were less ardent than when he was with him. His claws gouge into the bark of the tree as he watched them…smelled them. He felt his growl building up before it was cut short by a new voice "You have no right to be upset you know."

He turned and glared fiercely at the figure that had appeared next to him. Puck was smirking at him and a glance at the car told him that Owen was still…in there. He wasn't going to give the trickster the pleasure of being asked how it was possible. He turned away, determined to ignore Puck until he got bored and left.

"Oh this is a conversation that I've been greatly looking forward to having…I won't give up so easily. Did you know that they have sex every time you leave? Of course given Harry's nature he doesn't have much choice, he practically starves waiting for whatever crumbs you deign to throw his way." There was an anger that heated Puck's town that made Goliath turn towards him in surprise. He had only seen Puck truly angry a few times. But even he knew that it was not wise to trifle with him.

"What do you mean…given Harry's nature? He is a human despite his magic no?" Unease crept into him, had he misunderstood something? Wizards in this time were very different from those in his. There was much that he didn't understand but because a sorcerer had been the one responsible for his presence in this time he was still uneasy among them.

Puck's anger vanished as quickly as it had come and he laughed darkly "Oh foolish Goliath. Surely you know that Harry Potter is not just any wizard? He is the Master of Death. Being around death and still existing in the realm of the living drains him, he needs sex to survive on this plane. Though the foolish child tries to make the sex you have with him all that he needs; he must eventually give into his will to survive. But of course you would know all that if you didn't treat him as some sort of whore."

Goliath could feel his eyes starting to bleed white when they faded. Puck was right. He growled and looked away. The way he treated Harry was abysmal. Even Hudson, who only knew part of what was going on, in his own quiet way had suggested he could handle it better… He shook his head. He shouldn't have these feelings at all for a human sorcerer or not…Master of Death or not.

The expressions crossing Goliath's face were interesting. Puck tilted his head to get a better look and smiled. Since becoming a family man Xanatos had become rather dull. His son Alexander was a treat however this was proved to be much more interesting… "Well I suppose it won't matter for much longer…"

Those haunting words hung in the air and Goliath spun to catch the trickster only to find that he was already gone. What did he mean by that? He looked down and saw the car was pulling away and the sun was rising. He would have to search Harry out and ask him about it tomorrow. There were too many secrets between them for this to continue. Whatever it was.

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