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Agents
By : Notsalony
Category: Anita Blake > Crossovers > AB/Harry Potter
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Chapter List
- 17
- 18
- 19
Cynric was 17 in book 19 of Anita Blake, so now he'd be about 18.
spoiler: in book 20 he's not mentioned but in book 21 they talk about how he's 18 and a senior in high school getting scholarships and things for collage.

I don't own the songs used in this story. Their titles and singer's names are credited in the story when the songs start. When two songs are going I refer to the first one to start as the first song and the second song as the second one. That way you can tell which one the lyrics belong to. Limited use of the lyrics was used to help illiterate the moment.

"Why is it that the only thing people care about when it comes to me is that I'm a stripper?" Harry asked after Narcissia had headed out to disapperate.

"You have other qualities." Draco assured him.

"Yeah. But all anyone cares about it seems is that I take my cloths off. EVERYONE takes their cloths off. I just get paid to do it..." He said in a low voice.

"It's okay." Nathaniel walked up and hugged Harry. "There are worse things to be paid for. TRUST ME. But their focused on the fact that they think you're wasting your life. That and they can't understand why people would take their cloths off for money. Not being able to see past that puts blinders on them. More and more till they have a very myopic view of the universe." Nathaniel nodded to himself.

"Too much Jason time." Harry shook his head.

"I can have thoughts like that too you know." Nathaniel pouted.

"Yes you can." Harry smiled and hugged him. "You just don't voice them very often." He smiled brightly. "You're just as insightful as Jason." Harry held him.

"Oh, did you ever get to that work out?" Nathaniel looked at Harry.

"Not exactly. Remember when I left Bobby's house for a bit...?"

"Yeah?"

"I was out back in the junk yard crushing cars." Harry smirked. "It's nice to be able to smash a car with my bare hands instead of just using a spell." Harry stretched, his shirt lifted to show his relatively well-sculpted abs to the room.

"So, going to be on stage tonight?" Draco licked his bottom lip before pulling half of it in to hold it in a lopsided worry line of his lips.

"Yep." Harry grinned. "Nathaniel and I have a show. I have a show. He's got another one. And then I have one with Byron." Harry smiled.

"Byron... the British vampire..." Draco recalled with rancor. They'd gotten in a bit of a tiff when Byron had referred to Harry as Lov. Their relationship had dissolved after that. Resulting in the uneasy dislike of each other. "Lovely." Draco glared.

"You are invited to the show you know." Harry said around a mouth full of toast.

"So I can watch you and that... philandering..."

"He's a gay British vampire." Harry pointed a slice of bacon at Draco. "And just because he's also rather flamboyant and flirts like most men breath, doesn't mean for a second that I'm going to cheat on you with him. You're my gay British vampire. Not him." Harry swallowed. "You're all the vampire I want in my life."

"Thank you." Draco sighed. "I suppose I could go tonight. But who'll be watching Teddy?"

"I've got him." Anita said as she closed the door. "I had a long nap in the hospital. I'll be here on my night off, and I'd love to hang out with him." She smiled.

"So long as Zane stops with the stories." Harry shook his head.

"Stories?" Anita frowned.

"Yeah... he likes to tell Teddy stories about what he did this week." Nathaniel shot Anita a look.

"Shit, why didn't you tell me. I'd have stopped him ages ago." Anita looked shocked.

"Well... so far it's been only slightly inappropriate." Harry sighed. "But Zane seems to not know where the line is." He shook his head.

"I'll have a talk with him tonight." Anita nodded.

"Thanks. For watching Teddy and talking to Zane." Harry gave Anita a hug. "Oh I've been meaning to ask you... do you mind if I use your back yard for something?" Harry bit his lip, the worry plain on his face.

"What are you planning?"

"Making a magical forest for my clan to run through."

"Sure..."
***

"Harry, your going to do what?" Draco looked at him to see if he'd heard him right.

"I'm going to conjure a magical forest for the Tarat to meet in." Harry was writing on a piece of paper laying in the sun out back of Anita's house, his body bathed in light as the only thing covering him was the loose looking shorts he was wearing.

"And how do you expect to keep that hidden?" Draco shook his head.

"I'm going to erect barriers and make it similar to the room of requirement." Harry smiled.

"Harry that was created through over lapping spells that eventually spawned the room." Draco looked shocked.

"Actually it was part that and part planning. The founders wrote very specific laws into effect inside the space that is the room." Harry traced out some symbols. "Now the problem is going to be getting materials." He bit the end of his quill.

"What would you need?" Draco looked astonished that Harry was being even remotely practical now.

"Well Tarat blood, mine, to allow us access. Which allows all those forms of lycan in...." Harry frowned. "But I'd want magical charms to warn me if anyone enters with out permission from me." He nodded. "I'd also need silver, lime stone, a clipping from one of the forbidden forest trees, and a lot of quartz dust." He looked down his notes. "Loads of quartz dust." He looked up at Draco.

"Well I can have most of that delivered in under an hour. But you're going to have to fire chat up McGonagall for a clipping of the forest. Her or Hagrid." He shook his head.

"Actually I have an in with the new Herbology teacher." Harry grinned.

"Sprout retired?" Draco's mouth fell open. "I hadn't heard about that... damn. Being in the colony really cut me off from the news. Who replaced her?" He stroked a hair out of Harry's face, his fingers in the sunlight and instantly shining with his diamond skin.

"Neville."

"Longbottom... teaches... at... gods." Draco closed his eyes and counted to 10.

"Potions he sucked at because of Snape. Herbology he outclasses anything we ever learned." Harry defended his friend. "And if anyone would have a clipping of the trees I need, it'd be him." Harry smiled. "You order your side of it, and I'll go handle Neville." Harry kissed Draco and headed inside.

"One day I'll understand what passes for his mind... I know I will." Draco sighed and went towards the phone to make some calls.
***

"Neville? You there?" Harry's face was shaped from flames in Neville's private room at Hogwarts. He suddenly caught a glimpse of flesh and saw Neville standing in nothing but a very clingy towel. "Neville, where did you get access to a weight room?" Harry asked very seriously as he drank in the toned and tanned body that had once been covered in baby fat.

"I started working out after that year of hell." Neville crouched down. "And what's up?" Neville frowned. "You're not in trouble are you?"

"Nope. Just need a huge favor." Harry grinned.

"And would this be the kind that's liable to get me sacked?" Neville gave a knowing look.

"I swear that you'll not loose your job or get in any trouble from this favor."

"Okay, and who are you and what have you done with Harry Potter?" Neville smiled.

"There is no way I'm that bad." Harry with indignation in his voice.

"Nope, just cost me a lot of house points." Neville smiled. "Whatcha need?"

"About seven to eight inches of clippings from the Forbidden Forest." Harry said innocently.

"Oh is that all." Neville said sarcastically.

"Pretty please?" Harry smiled.

"Give me time to get dressed and I'll go get you a sample." Neville shook his head.

"Who are you talking too?" Dean Thomas walked out wearing nothing but his own wet hair and he put his hands on his hips when he saw Harry's face in the flame. "You had better not get him in any trouble Harry."

"I solemnly swear that I'm up to no evil." Harry did a mock solute.

"Some how... I don't believe you." Dean shrugged. "At any rate. I'm going to finish the shower, you coming back in honey?" He kissed Neville's cheek.

"Going to run down and get some clippings for Harry." Neville blushed.

"Nothing to be ashamed of Nev." Harry grinned. "I'm dating Draco Malfoy, Nathaniel Graison, and Sam Winchester. Trust me, YOU have nothing to be ashamed of being with Dean."

"Thanks. That's what I keep telling him." Dean swatted Neville on the ass. "I'll see you once I've drained all the hot water." Dean vanished.

"You aren't... like... creeped out or anything are you?" Neville asked Harry's head quickly.

"Neville. I'm a lycan. I'm dating two lycans and a vampire. If neither of you is a blood thirsty monster, I count you as one of the normal couples."

"Oh." Neville nodded. "I'll just go get that clipping." Neville transfigured his robe into what looked like outer robes and headed out. He wasn't gone twenty minutes when he came back in with a wrapped package. "I hope you only need the six of them. The rest are kind of ear marked for other projects."

"Thanks, that'll be more then enough." Harry smiled as he accepted the package as it came through the fire to him. "Thanks Neville." Harry grinned.

"Don't say anything about..." Neville pointed at the shower room.

"Sure thing." Harry grinned. "Thanks again." Harry lifted the package and pulled back. He smiled at Draco. "I have my end of the deal, you have yours?"

"They'll be portkey'd into the back yard soon." Draco walked with Harry as a couple large crates popped into being. The delivery wizard made room and sacks of the quartz powder popped into existence in the open space he made.

"Thank you." Draco paid extra.

"Your welcome. Thanks for picking Wiz Co. for your supply needs." He bowed and popped out of existence as he disapperated.

"Wiz Co.?" Harry looked at Draco.

"Best at large scale supply delivery." Draco said sagely as he opened up the crates. "Now where do you want this?"
***

"Okay. The alter is set up. The magic is set up. And now all I have to do is seal the circle." Harry flicked his wand at the bags of quartz dust and they animated and began pouring out the circle and the shapes. "You should probably get back to the house." Harry looked over his shoulder to Draco.

"Okay." Draco took off.

"Okay..." Harry noticed the empty sacks laying themselves out. "Good." Harry flicked his wand again and flames started up in all the candles he'd set up. "Hear me now oh nature gods. I beg of thee this place to enchant. Spread life with in this barrier. Grow a wide forest that seems endless. Fill it with magical beasts and creatures that the Tarat Lycans may hunt and worship you with the hunt you so deserve. Oh gods of nature, hear my prayer and see this magic to its completion." Harry flicked his wand again and started chanting. As he chanted, the flames in the candles burst into pillars of fire that expanded till they touched the quartz powder, each flame becoming a different color.

"{'(WISH GRANTED)'}" Eight voices said as once in every tongue Harry had ever heard, as Harry felt the power encompass the area. It created a box like shell of a room, causing the outside forest to grow till it eventually covered the outside of the box. One part was transformed into a kind of door that only the Tarat would notice. And from that the barrier was set. As the winds filled this now dark void Harry saw the moon over head and felt the cuttings from Neville flood from the alter and start growing, merging and with in a mater of minutes he was sitting in an ancient forest clearing.

Harry trembled as the magic flooded the area. Before he could blink Harry realized he was being watched. He looked up to see a herd of what looked to be a unicorn standing in the edge of the trees. Harry gasped, surely the powers above would not have sent him unicorns for his Tarat to hunt. He watched the beasts watching him and felt himself being judged and measured.

(We are not to hunt. Our blood your down fall be.) Harry felt rather then heard the herd leader speak to him. (We are here to purify the waters and keep this place in trust for you. Teach your Clan about us and keep them from harming us. And we will be your guard.) Harry nodded. (Other beasts roam these woods now. Magical birds are plentiful here, so too are the Owlbear, Changelings, Nalla, and more.) Harry saw flashes of each beast as it spoke to him. (And the Thestrals wait near the house. The life spring calls them stronger then this place.)

"Life spring?" Harry's mind flashed on Anita. "She's a necromancer."

(A life spring. All life exists. Some exists to give new life to the dead. That is all she is. A giver of new live. Short as it is. It is her nature. We can not judge her for doing what she is meant for.) Harry felt the truth of their words. (We will tend to this place, go now to her and explain the Thestrals. For they will need guidance.)

"Thank you." Harry bowed before running out.
***

"Harry..." Nathaniel said in an all together too calm voice. "Why are their zombie horses outside the house." He turned away from the window.

"Well their not zombies. Their Thestrals. Their born like that." He blinks. "You can see them." Nathaniel nodded. "You've witnessed death." He hugged Nathaniel then.

"What?"

"Well, that's the thing about Thestrals. They can fly. They can pull things. And unless you've seen a human being die, then they are entirely invisible to you." Harry ticked off on his fingers.

"What are they doing here?" Nathaniel licked his lips.

"My ritual... it summoned them. But their more interested in Anita then in my little forest."

"Why Anita?"

"The unicorns said she was a life spring." Harry shrugged.

"Unicorns?"

"Yeah. Oh they were summoned by the spell too. They... well their tending to the animals in the magical forest out back." Harry shrugged. "Where's Anita?"

"Sleeping." Nathaniel motioned but stopped when he saw her standing in the door way.

"Not so much." Anita rubbed the sleep from her eyes. "They're calling to me..." She motioned to the window.

"Well you're calling them here." Harry nervously licked his lips before adding. "The Thestrals are attracted to death and death magic." Harry tried to explain but was cut short as Anita walked out and stepped in front of one of the herd of Thestrals.

"He leads them." She said as her hand darted out to stroke him.

"Anita I'm not sure that's..." Harry was thrown back as Anita's power flared to life. Touching such a source of death magic with her own death magic was creating a violent reaction. When Harry could finally look up he saw what had started out life as a Thestral was now a much larger beast. While Thestrals were the size of horses, this new beast was roughly the size of a centaur. It was still as skeletal as any Thestral Harry had ever seen, but it seemed to be enveloped in a miasma, and it's once small skeletal leathery wings were now large and numerous. What had been two was now six large aged leather-looking wings. The creature also seemed to be wearing a kind of bone armor shell that had grown over its seemingly rotting flesh. "what is that?" Harry breathed.

"A death elemental." Anita said slightly confused from where she was laying down. "I touched it... and it became a death elemental." She looked a little thrown as she tried to right herself and couldn't seem to stand.

"It's big..." Nathaniel looked it up and down.

"That it is." Harry gaped. "I've never seen one that big."

"The horse or his cock?" Draco frowned from where he was leaning on the doorframe.

"The ... death elemental." Harry looked over to Draco.

"Right...." Draco smirked. "So now we have Thestrals and Death Elementals in the forest. Nothing like a touch of Hogwarts to make one feel at home." He smiled softly.
***

"Is Uncle Harry working tonight?" Teddy asked as he looked up from his coloring book.

"Yes. And Uncle Nathaniel." Anita smiled as Cynric walked in with her coffee.

"Uncle Nattie likes his job." Teddy went back to coloring.

"Does he know what Nathaniel and Harry do?" Cynric asked as he moved a blue strand of hair out of his eyes.

"They take their cloths off in front of people." Teddy continued to color as he spoke. "But it's something only adults should do." Teddy looked up at the too stunned adults who were watching him.

"Who told you that?" Anita bit the inside of her cheek.

"I heard Nattie talking about it." Teddy said plainly. "So I asked." He shrugged and went back to coloring.

"He reminds me a lot of Draco." Cynric shook his head.

"Well they are cousins." Anita sighed.

"Draco's my first cousin once removed." Teddy smiled brightly.

"Family history was important to his grandma." Anita smiled.

"She showed me the family tapestry." Teddy beamed.

"Tapestry?" Cynric frowned.

"Wizarding families, the old ones, Harry says, have a family tree tapestry that grows as children are born in the family." Anita watched Teddy coloring.

"That would be a good way to get the news out that there was a birth in the family." Cynric smiled softly, putting his head on Anita's shoulder.

"Don't go planning a family just yet." Anita gave him a look.

"I do not plan a head of my station." Cynric shrugged.

"Meaning?" Anita frowned.

"He's worried that he won't get to have kids." Teddy kept on coloring.

"How do you know that?" Anita looked at Teddy.

"He makes the same faces that Draco does." Teddy smiled at his picture.

"Ah." Anita tousled his now bright purple hair. "It's a lovely picture." Anita commented.

"Thank you Auntie Anita." Teddy snuggled into her arms.

"It looks like an owl in flight." Cynric blinked.

"YAY YOU CAN TELL WHAT IT IS!" Teddy jumped onto Cynric next, his hair matching Cynric's as he cuddled.

"I swear if I could bottle his energy...." Anita shook her head.

"It's okay." Cynric smiled as he held the little blue haired boy. "It's okay." He held the boy to him.

'Some how I think it's anything but.' Anita mentally sighed as Nicky walked out wearing nothing but the towel that he was using to dry his hair.

"NICKY!" Anita yelled. "Put something on!" She looked startled.

"Why?" Nicky looked down.

"Kid." She pointed.

"So?" Nicky shrugged. "I'm naked, I've got bits. And he can see them. So?" He frowned.

"You don't show little kids..." Anita started.

"How's he supposed to learn?" Nicky frowned.

"You agree with me don't you?" She turned to Cynric.

"We grew up naked with the streak." Cynric shrugged. "We were taught early on about our bodies and about how to handle them."

"Your group is a streak?" Nicky grinned.

"Says the lion from the pride." Cynric smiled back.

"I'm going to loose this one." Anita pinched the bridge of her nose. "God help me."
***

"Chuck you okay?" Dean looked over at Chuck who'd jumped.

"Yeah... I'm fine... I ... I just heard something." He shrugged.

"What'd you hear?" Micheal tilted his head.

"Just my imagination. Thought someone was calling my name." Chuck gave a weak smile.
***

"Ladies and Gentlemen, Guilty pleasures is proud to introduce Evan and Brandon." A sexy male voice said over the pa system. "Give it up for our mage of flesh and the wereleopard of your dreams." The stage flooded with mist. Harry and Nathaniel danced out into the mist wearing club cloths as Lady Sovereign's 'Blah Blah' played on the speakers. There was barely an inch between their bodies as they undulated the line of their body back and forth closer and closer to one another. It was like a punk style of belly dancing but they came apart and as they did they moved to a more free style dancing. Nathaniel looked at the audience as his long t shirt came off over his head. He turned back and ran his hands down Harry's open dress shirt. The shirt poofed into smoke and spread off his body. They'd worked out a charm before hand that would transport Harry's cloths to the dressing room.

Harry started the dance again, this time invading Nathaniel's personal space to the music. Working himself closer and closer till he had Nathaniel against the wall. Nathaniel dodged shyly around but Harry caught his jeans and Nathaniel managed to unzip them and make it look like he was making love to the fabric as it slid down his body. Harry threw the fabric as it turned to mist. He had Nathaniel down to his thong and was pawing all over his body. He started gradually humping Nathaniel and gave a wicked smirk as he pulled his fly down and pulled his jeans open and started down with them, repeating Nathaniel's movements, but turning his own pants to mist in the end. Nathaniel tried to run then but Harry gave chase and the muscled planes of his flesh glistened with sweat and the lights above them. Harry was down to his own thong. The pair of them were dancing with their crotches so close it was as if they were one flesh.

Harry spun Nathaniel around and started grinding him and tore his thong off, instantly turning it to mist. Nathaniel lay naked on the stage were Harry held him before stroking down his flesh. He tore off his own thong and it joined Nathaniel's as mist. He angled himself and it looked to the gasping audience that the two naked men on stage where having sex. Granted that was an effect of the spell Harry had used. In fact he was only humping against Nathaniel but since the audience couldn't see their bits, it looked real enough. His hips moving at a brutal pace Harry looked like he was raping Nathaniel. Nathaniel spun around to the gasp of the audience, and transformed. His rippling muscles flowing into his fuzzy cat from. He pulled away from Harry and swiped at him. The audience was eating up the show, on the edge of their seat as the large black leopard took another swipe with his large claws at his would be attacker's bare flesh.

Harry used the mist like a cloak to shield himself as he danced away from Nathaniel. The mist seemed to move and thicken as he moved, hiding him away. He laughed as he stood behind the cat and pointed his wand at it. Nathaniel seemed to fold in on himself and he turned back into a man. He crouched and tried to run, but no mater which way he went, Harry was there blocking him. The audience could feel Nathaniel's terror. When he was moved back to the center of the stage Harry circled him. He moved behind him and looked like he penetrated him again, this time the audience was looking at Nathaniel's sculpted chest as he was taken. The look on his face a mix between lust and fear as he struggled to get a way. But Harry held him tight. As his hips kept up their pumping. Nathaniel made one last effort and when it failed he growled and this time transformed into his leopard man form. Harry did his part by looking like Nathaniel's body had reshaped around his cock while it was buried in him. Nathaniel broke free and ran off the stage, the vague shape of his equipment, hard and needy, bobbing in the mist could be seen, but no real details could be made out as he ran through the audience. Just as he got to the back, Harry was standing in front of him. He walked him back towards the stage. His own healthy cock bobbing as he walked, the details swallowed by the mist he was as good as wearing. He backed Nathaniel right up to the stage which he leaned on. Harry leaned in to steal a kiss and Nathaniel pounced, spinning and pulling Harry on to the stage. He pinned him face down, his large cock dangling and almost visible as Nathaniel aimed and seemed to penetrate him with his larger organ.

Harry moaned and thrashed as he seemed to be taken roughly by his would be victim. His body tensed and he appeared to cum across the stage as he was fucked on stage. Harry just kept cumming, they could see the white fluid land on the stage between the mist when it opened up to show them. Harry's moan of pleasure was swallowed by Nathaniel's roar of triumph as he emptied himself deep in Harry, from the audience's prospective, and pulled out before walking off stage. Harry lay there limp on the stage before getting up in doggie style and seemed to finger himself. One hand in his ass, the other grasping his still hard dick, in the mist he jerked off one last time before dancing after his partner. The silence lasted seconds before there was applauds and standing ovations, not a dry seat in the house from their pantomime of sex. All of it legal since they never directly showed penetration, orgasm, or any actual sexual organs, no one would ever be able to prove they had had sex.

"Gods doing that gets me so fucking horny." Harry walked back stage sporting a throbbing hard on.

"Well I'm going to curl up in the back for a bit." Nathaniel shifted back into his human form. "Even with the magic, that takes a lot out of me. I might miss your next performance." He pouted.

"Well Asher's been taping them. I think they plan to release a dvd soon." Harry grinned.

"Gods, could you imagine the royalties off of that?" Nathaniel shook his head.

"I'm thinking collage fund for Teddy." Harry grinned.

"I was thinking school supplies." Nathaniel grinned. "You told me about some of the prices of the stuff for first years alone." He shook his head.

"We can afford it." Harry leaned in and kissed Nathaniel.

"Now, now Lov, can't let anyone see you two love birds snogging each other." Byron grinned as he walked up in his robe.

"Byron, you ready for our show in a bit?"

"Yes, London's on stage now. And then it's a Caleb and a werewolf." Byron smiled as his eyes were for Harry's cock only. "Then it's our turn to dance." He looked up.

"A werewolf? Jason not on tonight?" Harry frowned.

"Nope. He's at home with a good book." Byron licked his lips.

"Save it for the dance floor Byron." Nathaniel turned around. "Draco's in the audience, as is Sam, you'll enjoy torturing them just the same." He smirked.

"Oh goodie. Duckies here to be played." Byron gave an evil smirk.

"You have way too much fun with this." Harry warned.

"Hey, I have the patent on gay blonde British vampire. He's horning in on my brand." Byron quipped.

"Gods this is going to be a mess isn't it." Harry sighed.

"Only if he leaves his seat." Byron smirked wickedly as he walked away.

"I fear for us all." Nathaniel yawned, loosing some of the effect.
***

"Ladies and Gentlemen, put your hands together for their second time on stage tonight. Evan and Jax!" Harry shook his head. Why Byron chose Jax as his stage name had confused him. Why anyone would want to be known as a spring heeled jack he'd never know. But Harry didn't pretend to even understand half of what went through Byron's mind.

The slow country beat of 'I hope you dance anyway' by Lee Ann Womack started up and the pair began to dance. First in ballroom and as the beat picked up more like the sensual dances that Harry had started out doing with Nathaniel. As they danced, Byron's shirt burst into tiny cascade of silvery stars. The stars flew out among the audience and seemed to hang there like the stairs in the sky. As the tune went on they worked themselves around the stage, Harry's shirt joining Byron's as a series of silver sparkles. He made the dance more romantic, sending off the sense that true love could be had in the vampire's arms. Where his dance had conveyed lust and animal attraction with Nathaniel this spoke to a deeper love.

Harry let Byron lead. Their dance taking them down off the stage to be among the audience. Swaying and dancing, their movements mimicking the act of love. They moved closer to one another and their pants burst into star light at the same time. Leaving the pair in naught but their glittering thongs. They were panting hard when a dark cloaked figure strode out of the shadows and grasped Byron's hand. London's dark looks and sense of being took the dance in a new direction. He led Byron, dancing him about the floor, back towards the stage as the music became Police's 'Roxanne'. Byron's cloths bled back into being as a red tux as he was lead by the cloaked London. He danced a dark tango throwing his cloak at Harry, it burst into red sparkles as he stood there. He spun Byron around and came close to kiss Byron when Harry grabbed him and his cloths became a silvery tux.

'It's more then I can stand'

'I hope love never leaves you empty handed...' The music bled back into the first song. Harry danced and helped Byron out of his jacket, throwing it at London as it became silvery star light. They danced a slow dance. As Harry moved into kiss.

'Never settle for the path of least resistance...'

'Feelings I can't fight...' London danced Byron away, taking his shirt off of him, leaving Byron bare chested as they danced. The music swelling as they tangoed. London moved faster and faster. Dipping and dancing with Byron. Byron swooned, as Harry grabbed him and danced him away.

'Loving might be a mistake, but it's worth making.' Harry spun Byron and his once again silver pants burst into silver star light leaving him in his thong as he was danced between the pair. As they danced, London began undressing. Down to just his own pants and what ever he had left he picked up Bryon and pulled him from a close kiss with Harry.

'Promise me, you'll give fate a fighting chance. And promise me... if you get the choice... to sit it out or dance... you'll dance....' London danced Byron away as it turned back to 'Roxanne'. He was dancing Byron into Harry and as they collided with Harry London's pants burst into red stars as they did a three-way tango. Dancing and trying to pull each other from Byron's arms. As both songs worked on till the lights of their stars came in an explosion of colors and deafening silence as the three stood close together panting for breath. The audience jumped to their feet clapping at the show they'd just seen.
***

"That went well." Byron grinned.

"At least he didn't jump us and hex your nuts off." Harry wiped the sweat from his body with an offered towel.

"I'm glad I'm off for the night." London stretched.

"Speak for yourself there Dark Knight. Harry's got to go back out there." Byron stretched.

"You're pulling four times on the stage?" London frowned.

"Four tonight. And only two tomorrow." Harry nodded. "I'm working extra to pick up shifts. I told Asher and Jean-Claude anytime they needed someone to fill in, I'd take the spot so they didn't have to worry." Harry panted.

"You're insane." London looked at him confused.

"I've heard that a few times." Harry grinned. "Usually more like I'm mental." Harry laughed.

"The Daily Prophet spewing more lies?" Byron frowned.

"You read the Prophet?"

"We both did. Back when we were in England." London stretched again.

"Huh. I didn't know muggles read it." Harry blinked.

"Well we're magical in so much that we're vampires." Byron shrugged. "But yeah, we nicked it from some wizards we were feeding on." He grinned.

"You wicked beast you." Harry grinned back.

"I'm wicked? I think you have me confused with someone roughly six foot two, neat short black hair and a look of wicked cleanliness to him." Byron referred to The Wicked Truth.

"You know, I've been wondering... how identical are they...." Harry blushed slightly.

"You know... I've never seen them in the showers." Byron tilted his head to the side.

"I'm not talking about this." London walked away quickly.

"I'd take that as a 'he's seen them naked'?" Harry looked after London.

"You know I think it does..." Byron took off after London.
***

"Ladies and Gentlemen, for the final show tonight, we have a rare treat. Evan, one of our newest men for your viewing pleasure, is going to transform for the first time on stage." The roar of crowd appeal was huge. "Evan is a Tarat, an ancient and long thought dead race of Lycans. They have traits from wolves and cats. And are a mystery of the deep jungle." Jungle music began to play as Harry came out dressed in an Aztec ceremonial robe. His flesh was bare in a lot of places as he danced to the woodwind music laced into the jungle sound. As the heavy drums started Harry threw the robe to the back of the stage revealing his ankle length loin cloth, leather strapped chest, and he began his tribal dance to the drum beet.

Harry's hips began to gyrate as he moved along the stage. He grew out his claws and sliced the leather causing the strips to slide down his body and land on the floor as he danced away from them. Blended into the music Shakira's 'Hips don't lie' started up as Harry shimmied his way down amongst the audience. He started fondling his body, stroking his flanks and running his enlarged hands along his flesh as he danced. Once he was in the middle of seats, Harry's claws severed the strands holding the loin cloth on. Revealing his skintight thong made of a glittering gold material.

Harry moved to the music till the beat got more intense and he burst his skin. His body transforming in one solid movement. Looking like his Tarat man-beast form rose out of a deep water that was his human body. Till he stood in amongst the audience wearing naught but his gold thong against his dark furry form. He continued to dance to applauds and tips being slid into his thong's pouch. Harry wasn't new to this game anymore. The customer gets a few seconds to fondle you while stuffing your thong with your tips. Harry's above average manhood always raked him in some good-sized tips.

He bumped and ground his moneymaker as he moved around the room. Till he got to Draco and Sam's table and could see the look of open lust on their faces. They wanted him. And they wanted him right that minute. Smiling to himself he danced around them, knowing he'd made his point. That at least once in a while date night should be held on a day he worked. He danced his way around the room to finish his circuit and please his adoring fans before collecting his cloths and bowing before leaving the stage. He was happy and exhausted. Harry shifted back and yawned as he headed towards the break room to see if Nathaniel was ready to go or if he could ketch a quick nap there himself when a warm firm hand grabbed him and spun him around.

"Gods you don't know how much I wanted to pin you down and take you right there on stage." Draco snogged Harry into the wall, Sam watching out for them.

"Liked the show then?" Harry said, his fingers brushing his kiss bruised lips.

"YES!" Draco said, his eyes pulsating with need. "Get Nathaniel... our bed is calling." Draco moved and stared after Harry's bare ass as he went after Nathaniel. 'Gods I can't wait to get into that tonight.'
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