Semper Fidelis [2/64]
Title: Semper Fidelis
Author: demon sloth
Pairing: Acheron/Harry (eventually)
Fandom: Harry Potter and Dark-Hunters crossover
Theme: #52: Below
Ash woke slowly.
He felt good. No, he felt better than good. His head wasn’t pounding - it didn’t even hurt anymore.
Ash frowned a little as that thought sunk slowly through his sleep-drowsed mind.
He wasn’t hurt at all. Actually, he felt better than he had ever been in all his long life. He was warm and comfortable and the dark storm in the back of his mind that raged continuously had quietened down. In fact, he felt so good that his body was trying to draw him back into sleep.
That thought alarmed him enough that he managed to wake up a little more; images of being ambushed in his bed causing adrenaline to rush through his bloodstream.
Then his pillow mumbled something and shifted beneath him.
Ash’s eyes shot open.
He wasn’t lying on a pillow - he was lying on the kid that Savitar had dropped off last night. And, to his horror, he was nuzzling his bare neck, teeth gently scraping the skin over the pulsing artery.
He scrambled to his hands and knees - trying desperately to keep from touching him. Harry.
The teen let out a whine of protest in his sleep and shivered slightly as the cool air hit his bare skin.
What had happened to the kid’s shirt?
Please tell him that he hadn’t vanished it in his sleep. That’s all he’d need.
It was as he was staring at the sleeping man beneath him that Ash realised that he was harder than he had ever been in his life. Horrified, he almost leapt from the bed and flashed across to the other side of the room until his back was pressed against the cool wall.
At least they both had their pants on. That was some measure of small comfort.
Still, what had he done? He’d been practically grinding against the boy in his sleep! The boy who didn’t look more than seventeen. What the hell was wrong with him?
He gritted his teeth then winced as his fangs cut his lip. Alarmed, he summoned a mirror into being and willed himself to have a reflection.
His fangs were fully descended and his eyes were a bright hellish red.
Dear gods.
Closing his eyes he banished the mirror and fisted his hands. Breathing deeply he tried to calm himself down - to push the demon back into the back of his conscious mind.
It was a struggle but after a few moments he felt his fangs recede and the familiar swirl of power seep into the back of his consciousness. The only difference being that instead of a storm that battered against his defences it was swirling gently, calmly.
He shook his head. Now was not the time to wonder about any of that. He’d think on it later - after he had called Savitar and demand that he come and pick the boy up.
There was no way he was letting the guy stay with him - especially after this. Who knew what would happen if he did? Maybe he’d do more than wake up with the kid below him - using him as a pillow.
Ash shuddered and changed into his usual ensemble, ignoring how his leather pants were just that little bit tighter than usual, and strode from the room without a second glance.
He needed Harry out of here now.