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Agents
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Anything in { } is Parsaltongue

"Itzpapalotl." Jean-Claude welcomed her.

"Jean-Claude." She smiled. "A pleasure to be welcomed into your territory." She bowed and bared her neck.

"You offer your neck to me?" Jean-Claude blinked.

"You surpass me as a fountain. I am a mere Goddess bereft of a people to worshiper her." She smiled as Jean-Claude did the ancient dance of coming close to her neck but not actually touching it.

"To open yourself up to another like this. A true sign of trust." He pulled back.

"Trust is like a fern in the desert. It must be watered and cared for." Itzpapalotl smiled her pale tan making her look exotic as she sat there in a business suit.

"You've toned it down a lot." Anita observed.

"One can not travel in the mortal realms with out dressing the part." She smiled sardonically.

"True. I don't do travel cloths well." Anita shrugged.

"Uh, can I ask why we're here?" Harry sat next to Draco, their other two lovers sitting behind them.

"You are here because I am going to give gifts." Itzpapalotl smiled. "Gifts to help strengthen our friendship." She clapped and a muscular man stepped forwards holding an obsidian box. "I hear you drink in powers." Itzpapalotl smiled at Harry. "I offer to you the power to take into yourself any animal to call that any master vampire you touch has." She nodded her head and the box was handed to Harry.

"You captured the power's flame?" Harry looked shocked.

"Yes." She smiled brightly. "It is hard... but a spell or two and the box holds it as if it were in the fire pit still."

"You know our kind of magic?" Draco frowned.

"We had your kind of wizard in my time... but they used to worship us with blood and fire and... alas.. I miss the old days." She shrugged, her black hair waving as she moved. "But yes, I know some of your magics. And for those I do not understand I have my human servant." She stroked his darkly tanned hand.

"Not to sound like an egocentric pain, but do I get a present?" Draco looked like he was fighting not to blush.

"Ah, my dear Mr. Malfoy." She smiled brightly. "For you I bring a gift as well." She clapped her hands again and another box was brought forwards. "The box of telling. A gift of the first gods of my kind." She opened the box and a silver liquid filled it near the brim.

"And what's this when it's at home?" Draco raised an eyebrow.

"The box of telling." Itzpapalotl smiled again. "Touch the liquid and it becomes the shape of what ever animal you are to call when you are a master." She touched it and a silver jaguar crawled out and walked across her hand before slinking back in. "The liquid replenishes itself. " She explained. "But the first time you do it, it produces a living animated silver beast to practice your power on." She motioned and the box was passed to Draco. He swallowed and put his fingers into the liquid. It felt warm and alive and suddenly a silver serpent slithered out from the box and up his hand to rest on his palm. It looked at him with emerald eyes.

"Slytherin colors." Harry remarked as he stroked the serpent's head. It nuzzled into his hand, but seemed to only have eyes for Draco.

"She's beautiful." Draco breathed softly.

"So you are what I've felt here." A voice drew their attention towards one of the drapes that acted like a door.

"Melanie, mon serpent, please come in." Jean-Claude said with what could have been a sigh.

"Thank you my host." She said calmly as she walked into the room, her eyes on Draco. "Are you here to enslave me as well?" Her head tilted sideways.

"Why would I enslave you?" Draco looked from her to Jean-Claude. "I don't even know-" Draco stopped and looked at her. "You're a lamia." He looked her up and down.

"So new to your powers and you can already tell that." She made a hissing noise. "That does not bode well for me." She transformed into her half snake half woman form and lunged at him. Harry grabbed her by the arms and stepped between them. Her eyes went wide. "YOU!" She jumped back. She hissed a few times and when he didn't react she frowned, shifting back. "You do not speak it now. You... you've lost it." She walked around Harry eyeing him. "You poor child." She jumped him and kissed him, her forked tongue wrapping around his for a second and then pulled back. "My gift if you can keep him from enslaving me." She left quickly.

"{That was.... well odd. Odd is what that was}." Harry looked around at everyone.

"{Harry... if you can stop talking Parsaltongue at them they might understand you}." Draco frowned. "{I understood you}..." His mouth fell open. "{I CAN UNDERSTAND YOU}!" He grinned and stood up.

"{that's not all you understood}." Harry hissed back at Draco who followed Harry's gaze down to his tented crotch.

"{oh}." He sat back down quickly. "Sorry." He said as he blushed.

"It is fine." Itzpapalotl smiled. "Such is the beauty of men." She stroked her human servant's inner thigh. "Speaking of, my gift to Anita should be brought in. "She smiled brightly. "All though, it may be more of a gift to both you and Harry." She looked over to Harry who was sitting again. "Since you are both collectors of men." She clapped her hands and the jaguar head was removed from one of her attendants. "Anita you will remember Seth." She smiled.

"Why'd you bring him here." Anita said quickly.

"My gift to you in the coming war is the power of the jaguar." She nodded and Seth moved between Anita and Harry. "He prefers males. But he has a feeling for Anita." She quirked a lip up into a smile. "He can give you the gift that is his beast and become your beast to call. Thought I do not understand Harry's ability to collect males. Does he not shift like you?" Itzpapalotl tilted her head.

"Oh I shift." Harry changed his hand into a black paw with yellow markings. "I'm a hybrid."

"The Tarat." Itzpapalotl looked both shocked and pleased. "I had not realized their breed returned." She looked at Jean-Claude. "You do collect such lovely beings to you." She smiled. "What mix are you?" She sat on the edge of her seat.

"Werewolf and wereleopard." Harry confessed.

"Ah. Lovely animals. Did you do this to yourself or was the spell cast upon you?" She looked at him carefully.

"It was cast on another, he shifted, infected me, and then my magic stabilized it." Harry watched her.

"Then I'd be willing to give you something that will finish the transmutation." Her human servant looking concerned at her.

"But I am finished, third full moon coming up." Harry looked around.

"The Tarat is a blending of beasts. It is meant to hold the number of perfection and be a perfect blend of all those in it's mix." She looked at Harry carefully. "You hold but two of the seven animals you are to hold. I will give you the power to complete yourself. For a price." She looked around. "I would ask that you made a clan for yourself and that one of my would be cat's be gifted after you're whole."

"Let me get this right." Harry sat up and looked at her. "You want me use the magic you'll teach me... to add five more animals to my mix. And what you want in return for this is for me to make a clan, which I'm assuming is like a pard or a pack for the Tarat breed?" She nodded. "And you want me to infect one of the people who is in line to become a werejaguar for you?"

"Correct." Itzpapalotl nodded.

"Why?" Harry blinked his confusion.

"The Tarat is a legend even to my people. The council, for fear of their power wiped out the whole breed. Only Padma, master of beasts, could control them. And while he was yet young the council as it stood knew the danger of these chimeras of sorcery. So they wiped them out before he could command them into his army."

"I'm really not liking this council in Europe so much." Draco crossed his arms. "Turn me into a vampire, put a death sentence on Harry's kind of lycan. They're not overtly friendly you know. Maybe we should send them a gift basket of kittens." He looked around the room as everyone seemed to be thinking he was insane. "You know... to sweeten them up. Before the bomb under the kittens takes out the whole building with them inside it." He smiled sweetly.

"Honey, that'd kill the kittens." Harry patted his leg.

"I know, that's why the kittens will be dead before hand." Draco rolled his eyes.

"They won’t be lulled by dead kittens Draco, they'll be confused as hell."

"Oh you're right. No one needs to be confused that much before they die." Draco sat down.

"Is he okay?" Itzpapalotl looked concerned at Draco.

"Yeah, he's just nervous and cranky. He nearly got blown up the other day. And add to that all the stress of being dragged into a new war after just barely getting out of our last one. He tends to babble out insane plans when he's nervous." Harry licked his lips.

"I do not!" Draco looked at Harry.

"I say we attack him wearing nothing but lettuce leaves covered in melted butter and armed with a drum stick. He'll never see it coming." Harry looked at him evenly.

"I was drunk." Was Draco's succulent opinion.

"Really? I thought you were rather sober." Harry shrugged and left it alone. "So.. is there any reason to really finish being a Tarat?" Harry bit his lip.

"Well with out the ritual being complete your were animals will eventually rebel and try to tear you apart. That is if you don't deplete your magic first." Itzpapalotl looked at him carefully. "Right now, the ritual isn't holding them together. You are. Every minute of every day you're using up large amounts of your magic to contain the beasts as one being. It isn't enough and it'll eventually over tax you, burn out your magic, and then rip you to shreds." She said evenly.

"Right, finishing this ritual soon then." Harry nodded. "But... you want me to make one of my clan out of one of your soon to be or would be werejaguar as soon as I'm finished?"

"Yes."

"I don't understand that. But if the person is willing, I'll do it." Harry sighed.

"Good." Itzpapalotl held out her hand and her human servant reluctantly handed her a journal he kept in a pouch at his side. "Treat this with great care. It's the last of its kind." Itzpapalotl held out the book to Harry. "It's a full compendium of every Aztec wizard's ritual and spell. We knew of the Tarat and knew they were powerful beasts. We will grant to you the powers we once held most sacred for you word that upon completion of your beast, you will form a clan and you will take one of ours into that clan." Her eye became like night skies full of dying stars.

"Yes." Harry felt the magic as he touched the book, it was a wandless unbreakable vow. Harry looked up at her in shock. "You knew what we were doing?"

"Yes." She smiled pleasantly. "A wizard from Spain did such a ritual with one of my priests to find my priestesses. He raped and tortured them. He is my play thing now." She smiled showing a little fang. "Diego will know the error of his ways. At the hands of those he left for dead." Her eyes held anger and rage. "He had certain gifts of his own that are ours now." She smiled brightly. "Would you be willing to bargain for more ancient magics?"

"Not sure if I have much to bargain with...." Harry bit his lip.

"I'd be willing to part with his magical powers for your assurance that you will place a magical core into each of the Tarat." She grinned. "Picturing. Wizarding Tarats. Each of them a full fledged wizard and a sifter as well." She smiled.

"Why would you want that?" Harry frowned.

"Because." She smiled brightly. "As the mother had her children who were both vampire and lycan. I think this council is going to need the Tarot to be beast and wizard, and able to fight as both." She looked at Jean-Claude. "And because I'm petitioning to be on the council." She dropped the other shoe.

"Itzpapalotl..." Jean-Claude looked shocked.

"Oh there is nothing for you to say Jean-Claude. I know it will take a vote and much debate. And in the end it will require me being blood oathed to you like all the masters are." She smiled. "So far there is nothing in that order that bothers me." She shrugged. "But it is interesting to me. You have your line which was of Belle's line. And you have Draco of the Traveler's line. But I can sense the fountain about him. So I know he is his own line now. A powerful line...." She smiled at Draco. "And you have Max with his weretigers and Auggie with his werelions and Samuel with his mermaids. A powerful set of masters. But only two real Sourdre de sang." She shook her head. "You will need more lines. More power. And I can show Harry how to make them, which I will do for the price of being made a fountain of my own." She smiled at Harry.

"That... how... I..." Harry blinked.

"Jean-Claude." She turned to him. "Many speculate about my origin. The God that made me was Acolnahuacatl and before his passing into the underworld that he now controls, he told me the secret of his creation. Acolnahuacatl was sired into vampirehood and able to take his Godhood by Teteoinnan, mother of the Gods, who was sired by Toci, grandmother of the gods. Toci was in turn sired by one you would know as Mr. Oliver." Anita and Jean-Claude both looked up at that.

"The Earthmover was the Sourdre de sang of your entire line?" Jean-Claude looked thunderstruck.

"Mr. Oliver was one of the Mother's first children. He didn't inherit the lycan side, but only her vampiric side. Of course we called him Ehecatl. God of earth and wind." She smiled brightly. "He did inherit some of the Day Father's powers. But to me was given power over the night demons of our realm and to make the Tzitzimime, the star demons." She stroked her human servant's leg. "Of course the Tzitzimime were what we called those I gave the power to drain live essence from anything they touched. Because their eyes were full of stars." She smiled. "As mine are full of the night sky when I use my greater powers. But." She looked at Harry. "With out you, I fear I will only be master and never Sourdre de sang."

"So this new deal... you give me Diego's magical core if I make my clan wizards as well and let Jean-Claude's council use them as an army." She nodded. "And you'll show me how to make Max, Auggie, and Samuel all Sourdre de sang if I make you one too?"

"Correct." She nodded.

"I think I can agree to do the first one." Harry bit his lip. "But I'm not sure I should let the second part of that happen." Harry looked at her.

"A smart young man." She smiled. "Take your time. I do not need an answer today." She shrugged. "But I do wish to give you all one last... little warning." She smiled. "The offspring of Huehuecoyotl, god of shapeshifters, and Huehueteotl, god of flames, is coming to your city." She looked gravely serious at them all.

"Is this... another vampire god?" Anita braced herself for having to face another 'Red-Woman's husband.'

"No." Itzpapalotl shook her head. "No this is the flame of the first one. The lycan's heart string. The fire of change. This is the Lycan's flame." She looked around the room at everyone looking confused. "The flame of water. The burning liquid... do you not know of these things?"

"You're talking about the flameless fire." Harry frowned.

"The wizards would call it such." Itzpapalotl looked pleased.

"But that's just a myth. We even created a spell based off of it." Harry picked up his wand and cast the spell Hermione had learned in the first year at Hogwarts, conjuring blue flames that sat atop the table in front of him but neither burned, consumed, nor spread. "They give heat with out burning. We use them all the time... but the myth... is just that a myth." Harry looked at her.

"If that is all it is, then touch the flameless fire and see what happens." Itzpapalotl smirked. Harry picked it up and the second it touched his hand it shifted into his Tarat wolfman hand.

"That's not possible..." Harry frowned.

"The magic of the flameless fire is that it made lycans. It gave the Nahual, the shapeshifting witches, the power to become the first lycans and from them were born all of the modern breeds."

"But the mother... she's a lycan as well as a vampire." Jean-Claude frowned.

"I call it their off spring only because they brought that flame to our land." Itzpapalotl looked darkly at Jean-Claude. "The mother knows not the source of lycans. Only that they exist. The source flame made them, and it is also needed to make the Tarat whole." She looked at Harry then. "It will be brought to the Museum here in this town with in the week. I suggest you obtain it before the creature that made the Tarat you slue come looking for it. They must have known it would be here soon. Or else why risk making an incomplete Tarat now?"

"She has a point." Draco looked around the room. "The flame would make that thing stronger... and they had to know it'd be here or why else do this here and now." He frowned. "And for what it's worth I think we need her." They all looked at him then. "I'm not disputing that I think you're insane." Itzpapalotl looked at him. "But I think it's the kind of insanity that we need. You're powerful, strong, and bring a hell of a lot to the table."

"So she would get your vote?" Jean-Claude looked at him.

"Yes. She gets my vote." Draco looked him in the eye.

"And you ma petite?"

"I think she'd be an important addition to the council." Anita looked Itzpapalotl in the eyes.

"Then you have three votes among the six who are on the council as of now." Itzpapalotl smiled and nodded. "You must still get Max, Auggie, and Samuel's votes."

"Not a problem once I show young Harry how to make them fountains of their own lines."
***

"So I just... let you in my head... and you show me how to use the power... and I show you my thoughts on the clan?" Harry was sitting facing Itzpapalotl in the front room of Jean-Claude's home in the underground of the Circus.

"Yes." She smiled as she put her hands on his and opened his mind like it was a nut to be shelled. She spilled into him and Harry felt the feeling he'd gotten when Snape had invaded his mind over and over again. His instinct was to try to block but instead he felt himself being inspected and his memories of home and family and of seeing what the pack and pard were like. He's feelings all of it being seen through Itzpapalotl's eyes. But like he had with Snape, he turned it on Itzpapalotl and was in her head. He saw how to spread his power, to cast it out like a net and capture all in the net and making them masters or more by his powers. He also saw that she longed for him to make her chosen one a Tarat so she could bargain with Anita to dissolve her bond with her human servant so she could make a triumvirate with her human servant and the young Tarat. He pulled back. "You are skilled." She smiled.

"Thanks." Harry fell over. "That... hurt..." He looked ill.

"No one has ever forced me out like that." Itzpapalotl knelt down by Harry. "How did you do that?"

"I was a Horcrux." Harry looked up at her.

"Ah. The soul fragment's protective spells. They linger on your body, mind, and soul for seven generations after the fragment is removed." She stroked his scar. "We created such magics and they were stolen by the Spanish and used by your Voldemort." She gave him a knowing look.

"Yeah. It gave me the power to ... push people out of my head and I've been learning more to keep it strong." Harry licked his dry lips.

"Then you are wise. Use your enemies weapons against him." She smiled brightly. "I am glad I gave you more tools." She smiled. "Oh... there is another thing I must tell you. Having touched your heart and mind. There is a way to know for whom that power was meant." Itzpapalotl looked into Harry's eyes. "All I need do is enter your power to feed and I can show you how to... find the one it belongs to." She smiled brightly.

"What do you want for it..."

"A kiss...." She smiled. Harry nodded and one soul burning kiss later they were in a hall of carved stone that had once been an Aztec temple. At the heart of it was a massive fire pit that was Itzpapalotl's power. It was bordering on being enough to start her own line., but Harry knew with out a push it would never grow. But as he stood there she moved to his bright fire in its gilded cage.

'To know whom these powers were meant for you must call her to you.' Itzpapalotl took Harry's hand and put it out to his flame. 'Call her to you.'

'Belle Morte.' He whispered, and roses scented the air as she walked into the room.

'Itzpapalotl.' She frowned. 'You should not be here.' She looked at her confused.

'Ask her.' Itzpapalotl ordered Harry.

'Who is meant to be master, who is meant to be fountain?' Harry only had eyes for Belle.

'Why your ancestors of course.' Belle walked to him. 'Jean-Claude is master of wolves and Sourdre de sang of his own line.' She walked up. 'But you are now of wolf and cat. And cats must go to your other ancestor.' She stroked the edge of his flame's cage. 'Damian must be made a master of cats and Sourdre de sang as well.' She looked him in the eyes. 'That way your ancestors can call you equally and control you if you ever get out of hand. I once voted to have the Tarat vanquished and all those with knowledge of their kind tortured so that their immortal souls could never tell their secrets again. Now I think you will be a powerful ally and a powerful protector of Jean-Claude's council. But he will need a way to ensure, at least to the others, that you can not rise up against them. Max will call the tiger in you once it's in you. Auggie the lion, Jean-Claude the wolf, Anita the leopard, and Damian all else. So that no one member of the council can have full control over you or your clan.'

'Thank you.' Harry bowed and pulled out of the kiss. "Thank you." He breathed into Itzpapalotl's face.

"You're most welcome. I would ask to be made the fountain after you make Damian." She smiled brightly. "So I can see that you are doing it correctly." She got up off of Harry.

"Okay."
***

"Damian, thank you for coming." Harry sat down on a chair near his grandfather while Jean-Claude, Anita, Asher, Draco, and Itzpapalotl sat at various other parts of the room. "Belle left a gift in my care for you." Harry watched Damian flinch. "She knew of your link through me. And she wanted to ensure that the council that Jean-Claude was making would have me and my Tarat clan as an army to help them, so she left me the powers to make you a master vampire and a Sourdre de sang." Harry watched Damian's face.

"And you've brought me here... to give me these powers?" Damian's careful exterior radiating calmness.

"Yes." Harry smiled. "I'm going to make you a master with an animal to call." Damian bit back the need to cry. "This power will be yours wholly and completely. No one, not even me, will ever be able to take it from you." Damian hugged Harry then.

"What do I have to do?" Damian smiled.

"Hold still." He stood up and walked into the middle of the room. He saw the flame in his mind, spreading it till it formed a net of flames. He moved physically but magically and mentally he threw the net over Damian and felt the power sink into Damian, expanding and remaking his inner fire and it's holder till he let go. Once he let go he could feel the power radiating off of Damian by himself. He raised his emerald eyes at Harry and they were like burning flames as were his own.

"I feel you... and Anita... I feel the cats..." He looked amazed. Anita shivered as they locked eyes.

"They're all sitting up look at you..." She sounded confused.

"And I them.... it's like you're surrounded by cats..." He looked happy and confused.

"One more skill to give to you grand father." Harry drew his attention back to him.

"Yes please." Damian smiled.

"Okay... here we go..." Harry threw out the net again, this time with the power to be a Sourdre de sang and he felt it sink into Damian. He felt Damian's traits mixing with the power and he could see in his head what would be passed on to Damian's children. They would gain in beauty, a power from Anita, they would gain his inner calm, his warrior's spirit and strength, his sire's day walking and sun immunity, as well as Anita's skill to eat rage. They'd be able to fight their way out of any fight by fist or by feeding. Harry felt that was right and continued filling Damian's power till he felt the flame holder become a fire pit full of flame and life. The instant it happened everyone in the room felt the shift. It hit Damian first, then Anita, and across town it woke Nathaniel up, but from Anita it went into Jean-Claude and Richard. From Nathaniel though the new power went into Harry and Sam. They all felt the new power pouring in and were made stronger for it. Harry turned, his eyes like emerald suns and looked at Itzpapalotl

"Now you." He spread the net over just her and pushed and pushed, filling her fire pit with more fire and more life. She felt so close... but so far... Harry pushed till he could see her line in his head. They would gain her necromancy powers, the power to heal what ever they fed on, to feed by fang and like a God, and they would also gain elemental powers as she was now. A child of the earth mover she herself would gain powers over earth and air. But her children would gain power over either earth or air. And as Harry shared this with her, he felt the power spike and her eyes became blazing darkness as she took the power into herself.

As she turned into her own head of her own line, Harry felt and saw that power filter into every vampire she'd made. Making them stronger and more whole. It traveled from her into her werejaguars and all the way to Seth who was in the other room waiting to try to infect Anita and possibly Harry. Harry felt it all and smiled. He sat down hard and marveled as he felt Itzpapalotl's power spilling into Jean-Claude through their blood oath and into the rest of them like Damian's had. She made them stronger. He laid back and knew without a doubt that Max, Auggie, and Samuel would all vote to induct her if they could have this power. But none of them would know that through their council blood oath to Jean-Claude they would all make him and his multiple triumvirates stronger. Harry lay back and mewed as he soaked up the power that was pouring into him.
***

Later, after promising to open her territory up to Jean-Claude's council, Itzpapalotl packed and thanked Harry and her and her group left to go home and enjoy the benefits of her new powers. All the while Damian was pleased with his own powers and he was asking Anita if they could have Draco and Harry use their magic to create an underground area for he and his line, under her house.

She was slightly against it. But then she was so happy to see Damian so sure of himself that she was starting to think it might not be such a bad idea. If she had the boys do some spells that made it hard for the vampires to just wander into her house. She wasn't so worried about Damian's coming vampires. But she did worry about more vampires having their way with her house. Damian of course, waited a few days, and with Anita's permission and that of Jean-Claude, Damian went to the Church of Eternal Life and asked who among them was willing to be turned. When a few who were willing were selected, Damian took them aside and explained fully what was going to happen to them. He explained everything and in great detail. And they picked one Clarence Roberts.

He was taken to a comfortable place, and asked to open his shirt. Once relaxed Damian gave him the first bite. The next day Clarence was a little more easy going while Damian rolled him and gave him the second bite. On the third night Clarence was hyper and happy, if a little pale. Upon the third bite, Clarence's heart stopped and he lay still. Anita locked them in while Clarence's now dead body and Damian rested together in the room. She would wait for nightfall and watch what was going to happen. That night Anita opened the door to find Clarence sitting there shocked as he looked in the mirror. He'd been a lad of 22, his hair sandy blonde and his body lithe and only slightly filled out. But what stood before her now in naught but his boxers looking shocked was a man of 22, his hair a brilliant dark blonde, his blue eyes were clear and so was his skin and complexion. He stood at his full six foot height and as he turned she realized he was more built then he had been.

"Look at my muscle tone!" He said in awe as Damian smiled up at his first child. "I look like I spent my whole life working out!" He was smiling and he moved too fast to be seen as he moved to Damian and scooped him up into a hug. "Thank you." He held Damian and the feeling of calm contentment flooded the room. Damian's powers were amplified when he touched his child. But now he felt Clarence's spark, and knew his life fed Clarence's, and would till Clarence became his own fountain, if he ever did. Later that night Damian took him out coffin shopping and paid for a very regal looking tastefully polished black coffin with a soft blue lining. Clarence was over joyed that he was not only being treated but he was being accepted by someone he felt he wanted to impress.

"I'm proud to be the first in your line." Clarence later said as they went to Dance Macabre to seek out his first willing donor. "I wasn't anything to really look at before." Clarence looked down, not enough blood in him to blush. "I was ashamed to even undress at the gym. But now... I... I feel better." He looked up and at Damian. "Like I'm full of a confidence and a fullness that I didn't... know I could feel."

"You are a strong young man. You're adapting well. And I'm proud to have you in my line." Damian smiled warmly. "Now you remember the rules I explained?" Clarence nodded. "Good. I believe I've found you a willing donor." Damian smiled as he walked over to a young man who looked to be just 21 and was dancing by himself in the club. "May I have a word with you?" Damian called him over to the side.

"Yeah?" The guy looked at Damian through the fringe of black hair in his face.

"Would you be willing to donate some blood to a new vampire?" Damian smiled warmly.

"You?" The guy looked seriously curious now.

"Well I must show him how it is done. But no, it is him." Damian turned and pointed to Clarence and turned back.

"Sure.... how new is he?"

"Turned just this night." Damian smiled. "I will be there to ensure it goes very smoothly with no harm to you."

"Thanks... fuck that's hot." The guy adjusted himself in his tight jeans as he followed Damian back.

"Clarence, this is..."

"Ty."

"Ty. He's willing to be your blood donor for tonight." Damian smiled.

"Hell, you want maybe for longer then that...." Ty bit his lip and looked down.

"Let us get through tonight first." Damian interrupted. He knew already of Clarence's choice of men and he had accepted him and told him that it was more then okay for vampires to be gay. He might have just found Clarence a boyfriend as well as a willing nightly donor and was relatively happy about it. Once back at Clarence's apartment, they had Ty undress down to his boxers. Because, Damian had explained, once Clarence fed, he'd be able to be aroused and they might be able to have a first time together. The promise of being fed upon and rolled and now sex as well. Ty was more then willing as he sat there between the two vampires.

"Now, start by gently rolling the mind like this." Damian showed Clarence how to roll Ty and watched as the young man lulled into a peaceful relaxed state. "Now is the time you penetrate him." Damian fed lightly and released Ty from his control. "How was that?" Ty gave him a lazy smile.

"That was good."

"Now it is your turn Clarence." Damian dirrected him. Clarence gently rolled Ty's mind, feeling the power and rush for the first time but feeling the need to restrain it that his Master had explained to him. He sank his fangs and heard Ty moan as he drank form him. Looking at his 21 year old muscled hard body, Clarence felt the blood flow into his body and into his cock, hardening it in his pants. Once he was done he pulled back and looked at Ty who smiled up at him, his own cock poking out of his fly.

"I'll be out here, if anything you need help with occurs, let me know." Damian bowed and left them to their own devices. Once the door was closed they smiled at each other shyly and started making out hot and heavy. As they were going on Clarence accidentally nicked Ty's lip with his fang.

"You know... I ... How do I go down on you with the fangs?" Clarence blushed.

"Slowly and carefully?" Ty pulled down his boxers exposing his hard slab of man meat. "And lots of lips over your fangs. I think." He licked his lips.

"Okay." Clarence smiled as he sank down between Ty's legs and suckled on the offered organ. Keeping his fangs from touching Ty's dick, he sucked the first cock he'd had in his mouth in a long time. Worshiping the pillar of love Clarence worked Ty closer and closer to his own climax as Clarence began working to open his own clothing. He drank down Ty's love juices as he kept on going. His body built for liquid diets now accepted the liquid life of a different flavor. Once Ty was done with his orgasm Clarence stood up and removed the rest of his cloths. "I hope you're ready for the best night of your life..."
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Agents	By : Notsalony Category: Anita Blake > Crossovers > AB/Harry Potter Views: 5351 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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