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"I just can't believe it." Draco sighed as he played with his silver snake. "He invites us to watch him have mock sex with a few people, get us all hot and bothered, and then he gets to say he's too tired for sex?" Draco huffed.

"You're getting better at willing that snake." Melanie observed as she listened to Draco.

"Thanks." He smiled at her. "It's just good to have someone who doesn't mind listening to me." He stretched. "One immortal being to another nearly immortal, what's it like to out live most of the humans?" Draco looked at her with a sad look in his eye.

"It takes time." She moved to sit next to Draco. "To come to terms with the shock of realizing what feels like days to you has been entire life times. I remember growing up with dear friends. And I still expect to find them running around even though they've been dust for more then a few thousand years." She shrugged. "I may eventually get over it. Or I may not. Only time will tell." She smiled brightly. "I am sure of one thing. You do not wish me a slave." She stretched.

"Not even slightly." Draco toyed with his snake. "I lived as a slave in my own home. Then was given away to Voldemort." Draco closed his eyes, trying not to remember the ceremony that had bound him to Voldemort. "I wouldn't wish that on anyone else." He stroked the snake in his hand.

"And I think that's what makes you so pleasant to be around." She stroked Draco's hair. "It's been a long time since I found someone who was this... open to the snake." She smiled brightly.

"I'd be worried you'd try to turn me into a Lamia, but I know you can't transform a vampire into one of your kind." Draco held her hand.

"And mores the pity. But I see things in you." She grinned.

"Like what?" Draco looked up at her.

"{This.}" Her sibylline voice hissed as she touched Draco's forehead. Instantly his serpent skin spread across his flesh leaving him a snake man sitting on her bed. "{I do not know how you have come to possess the flesh of a lamia to wrap yourself in, young one. But I do know that you possess it.}"

"{One of my ancestors was able to become an animagus, when he became a vampire the power mutated into being able to become a snake man. My mother brought me a vial of the magically charged blood of her side of the family where his powers were stored.}" Draco hissed back.

"{Ah. Sorian Black.}" Melanie nodded.

"{You knew him?}" Draco's slit eyes flashed.

"{Who do you think taught him to become a snake?}" Her smile played across her face. "{I taught him the flesh of a lamia, as I taught our tongue to Salazar Slytherin. But tongues were never enough for Salazar... no he needed servants. So he took what he knew of my people's magic and created the basilisks. Releasing our gods on anyone unpure.}" Draco could taste the dirty feeling she put into the words. "{I hear he died alone, bitter and old, broken save one power. To call snakes.}" She smiled. "{At least he didn't forget.}"

"{The people who write the history books should really talk to you.}" Draco marveled.

"{Some of them did. When my former master allowed it. I was kept as his pet on a tight leash. Only let out when he willed it. But then he never knew about my cave of my children and would be kin had Anita not killed them.}" She sighed and lamented, as much as her Lamia nature allowed, the loss of what could have been. "{When you get to be my age, you long for family.}" She stroked a hand down Draco's exposed snake skin chest. "{So very lonely....}" She looked up at him.

"{Uh... Melanie....}"

"{SSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHH}" Draco cooed as she shushed him in Parsaltongue.
***

"Draco?" Dean frowned as he spotted Draco, his cloths utterly a mess, his hair sticking up at odd angles. He looked flushed and was panting. "You okay?"

"yeah... yeah... I.... yeah..." He looked around and Dean spotted the huge hickie on Draco's neck.

"Shit, Harry's playful isn't he?"

"Harry? What?" Draco touched it. "Oh... uh... no, not Harry.. Definitely NOT Harry." Draco held his neck. "Uh, you want something?" He tried to recover.

"I was going to tell you we're having a meeting over at Anita's place... and if that's not Harry's handy work, whose is it?" Dean smirked.

"ONE very aggressive person, who needs to learn that vampire flesh is STILL capable of chafing.." He continued to blush as he walked out with Dean.

"How much blood have you been drinking to be able to blush like that?"

"I am not blushing!" Draco demanded, till he passed a mirror and cursed under his breath. "Okay, so I AM blushing." He huffed.

"Draco?"

"Leave it alone."

"Dra-"

"LEAVE it alone Dean." Draco's eyes flashed. He wasn't trying to roll Dean, but he was nearly ready to make the Marshal forget what he's seen.

"Okay then." Dean shrugged it off.
***

"You know... you look vaguely familiar." Draco frowned as he looked at Chuck.

"I've got one of those faces." He fained a smile.

"Nope. I don't know muggle faces. But I do remember seeing that face somewhere." Draco sat down and crossed his arms, his silver snake curling around his wrist. "I'll think of it eventually." Draco shrugged.

"Goody." Chuck sighed.

"To Anita's." Dean started the car and took off. Laughing to himself as Draco sat looked at Chuck from time to time trying to place is face.
***

"Okay, we're all here Dean. Why all the secrecy?" Anita was leaning on the rail of the front porch. She watched as Dean and Draco got out of the front seat. She tensed as Micheal got out of the back seat by suddenly being half way to the porch. The fourth person got out of the car and Anita could feel something strange about him. "Dean who is this?"

"This is Chuck, he's a prophet. He sees the future and writes it down." Dean shrugged.

"He's much more then that." Anita bristled at him. She'd felt this before. This feeling of power that flooded the room. She felt it every time she'd prayed and God and listened to her. She looked at Chuck like he was some oddity.

"Hey Anita." Chuck waved. He took too more steps and her cross burst into gold light.

"Who are you?" Anita said, still wearing the glowing cross that was shockingly cool to her skin.

"Well I think you know that." Chuck walked forward and the night became day as the cross became a comfortable but bright light. "You pray daily, sometimes forty times a day. You have only asked me about something sexual once. I had Marianne tell you that You had all the facts and you knew what you had to do, I just didn't get why you were asking me." He shrugged. "And see things worked out great." He motioned to Nathaniel.

"You can't be..." Micheal frowned.

"I wanted a vacation. I'm good at changing my face..." Chuck shrugged.

"That's where I know you!" Draco hit his forehead, everyone turned to look at him. "Father had a book that contained the faces of every god in their human form. There were six chapters on just your faces." He smiled. "That's why you look familiar." He walked up to Harry.

"You know you're a right bastard for being able to do that." Damian said from inside the house.

"Do what?" Draco looked around.

"You're sparkling." Harry pointed to Draco's skin.

"So? He's a day walker."

"Yeah, but this is holy sun light." Chuck turned to Draco with a frown. "You should be unable to move or at least running for cover. How do you sparkle."

"I'm a polytheist." Draco shrugged.

"That's never stopped a vampire from cowering before." Chuck frowned.

"I just don't believe in you that strongly." Draco shrugged.

"Even with me standing in front of you?"

"Nope. I can see a lot of things. I can do a lot of things. But it doesn't mean I fall down and worship every thing I see." He shrugged. "I'm a Malfoy. We do things our way." Draco smiled.

"Malfoy. Oh that explains it." Chuck nodded.

"How's his last name make that much of a difference?" Dean frowned now.

"The Malfoys and I have a long standing issue with one another." Chuck looked Draco up and down like he was measuring him. "Ever since 1482." Draco's eyebrows shot up.

"You're talking about Lancelot De Malfoy." Draco looked shocked.

"You know his story then?" Chuck smiled.

"He was caught fornicating in a temple, the priest found him and, after a long drawn out ceremony he was excommunicated from the church." Draco grinned. "Of course he was a pure blood wizard who was also a devote Catholic, back in those days it wasn't so difficult to be both." Draco shrugged. "We have a LOT of family rules that were written because of him." He smiled. "A Malfoy shall not work with the church, A Malfoy will not become a member of any religion beyond his magical heritage. A Malfoy shall not ever make consultation with deities of religions not be fitting of a pure blood wizard."

"Now that just hurts my feelings." Chuck grinned.

"The only Malfoy who ever had more rules written after his life was Great Uncle Hector. We have a lot of rules listing which animals and magical beasts we will not have sex with. Randy devil that he is." Draco shook his head. "But we know that because he was worried about his immortal soul and the souls of all his kin's men he supposedly summoned the Catholic God to him through a very strong ritual and made a deal with him."

"The deal as your family puts it, was this. I would give him alone protection from the church. And ensure that the souls of his children and their children and so on would reach Heaven. But he would have to do two things for me. Ensure that non of you ever believed in me again because if you did, it would breach the contract and the magic. The other was he was to set up an account that was away from the regular funds your family holds. This account was to be were he stored several things for me." Chuck looked at Draco.

"Vault number 112...." He looked shocked.

"Vault number 112." Chuck held up a Gringots' key for Draco and Harry to see.

"But that's a myth... no one in the family's ever been able to prove that vault 112 actually ever belonged to us." Draco protested.

"Oh it did." Chuck smiled. "It's also where several of my relics were hidden during the 1940's. The Catholic church was busy selling its soul out the backdoor to the Nazi's." Chuck shook his head. "So I had my agents in the Wizarding world help me move some things into 112. It's got all sorts of holy artifacts that I so did NOT want the Nazi's getting control over."

"I have to ask the question... why is any of that important?" Harry frowned.

"You're going to need to know a few things." Chuck pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket. "Something's coming. You pissed off some very angry and very powerful people by taking away their would be Tarat. And now making ties to the vampires and the Necromancer? They want you dead. In a bad bad way." Chuck sighed. "And while normally I wouldn't show myself, I'd just use one of my agents... I've been on vacation too long. No one knows to take orders from me now." He shook his head. "So I'm here, because you're going to need help. And because Anita needs to know a few things."

"What do I need to know?" Anita swallowed.

"The reason why." Chuck looked into her eyes.

***

"Any clue what he's saying to her in there?" Harry turned to Draco who seemed to be leaning towards the house.

"I'm not sure. He may have made my family immune to his powers. And taught us how to self immune ourselves later on. But what ever he's doing is making me hear Phoenix song instead of him and Anita talking." Draco scowled.

"You really shouldn't scowl you know... you'll get wrinkles." Harry grinned.

"Harry the only thing that can give me wrinkles now is a piece of wood about 12 inches long." Draco closed his eyes and regretted saying that.

"So you're saying riding Sam will give you wrinkles. Good to know." Harry chuckled.

"You are such a...."

"Such a what?" Harry taunted.

"Such a Gryffindor!" Draco protested.

"Thank you." Harry mock bowed from where he was sitting on the deck. "Oh, did Jake call?" Harry nuzzled Draco.

"Yes, your new Tarat called. He's a little excited. He got a new job. And he wanted to know if he could move in or if you had clan housing set up yet since he'd have to move farther out this way anyway for his new job." Draco smiled softly.

"Clan housing.. Well I have the forest... but I hadn't... I mean... shit." Harry put his head in his hands. "I'm the clan's leader... I'm supposed to be on top of this sort of thing." He sighed.

"Well I do have the magical movers and construction company on retainer. I'm sure I can open my house or maybe have another house built and then have it charmed to open to a door here in this house. Something like a Tarat doggy door." Draco smiled.

"Bending space?" Harry looked up at Draco.

"More like linking. But I won't tell if you don't." He smiled. They both knew that in a muggle home, having a magical doorway that even slightly bent the laws of the physical universe was a big issue. It could land you in Azkaban for life. But since Anita was a Necromancer and there was scores of lycans and vampires at her house at any given time... they figured they could get away with this little bit of magic.

"I'll let you handle the details then." Harry leaned in and kissed Draco.

"thanks." Draco mumbled, his cock hardening again.

"You've fed already?" Harry grinned.

"Yeah." Draco replied shyly as he tried to think up an answer to the question Harry was bound to ask.

"{Wanna go inside and see if we can make an indecent amount of noise?}" Harry hissed in Draco's ear.

"gods..." Draco whimpered, his cock throbbing. "You know what that does to me." He panted.

"{Yes. I know. And I can't wait to see you naked, screwing your brains out on my cock.}" Harry curled his lips as he spoke.

"Harry..." Draco whimpered, his cock drooling in his boxers.

"{I wonder if talking like this can make you cum.}" Harry worried Draco's lip between his teeth. "{Your hard cock just spewing molten hot cum into your pants... your large balls contracting and spasming as you empty yourself over and over again.}"

"Ha-harr-harry.." Draco panted. He was close.

"{It makes me want to manifest some maple syrup and drizzle your naked flesh in it before slowly licking it off with tiny cat like swipes of my tongue.}" Harry grinned as Draco contorted his face trying to keep from cumming. "{And in the end all I have to do is say one word to make you cum. Just one.}" Harry paused and Draco looked up at him. "{Phonebook}" Harry drew the word out as Draco's eyes rolled back and he gave a wordless moan, shooting off in his pants. Harry caught him as he went boneless."{And yeah I smell her. I smell her on every part of you she touched.}" Harry's voice went cold. "{Draco I don't share so well in my love life. I had to share everything growing up... Even at Hogwarts I couldn't have anything that was just mine. Draco, I know I'm making you share me... and I know it's not rational what I'm asking... but... don't make me share...}" He nuzzled Draco's neck.

"{I'm sor-}" Harry put fingers to Draco's lips and silenced him with a gentle stroke of his kissable lips

"{You didn't know my hang up. No harm no foul.}" Harry kissed Draco. "{I won't hold this against you. And I don't mind you and the them having sex.}" Harry glanced at Nathaniel and Sam who were sitting talking with Dean and Micheal. "{I just... no girls... please?}" Harry's voice took a pleading tone.

"{No more girls.}" Draco nodded.

"{Good.}" Harry moved over and licked Draco's ear. "{What say we ask Dean if we can try to stain his seats?}" Harry looked hopeful.
***

Dean didn't feel it was conducive to their staying alive to have sex in his car, so Draco, Harry, Sam, and Nathaniel decided they'd have a little fun out in the woods. They told Dean that they had their cell phones if and when they were needed. Till then the three lycans and the vampire were going to go out into the woods and have a nice healthy bout of sex. Dean had scoffed at that but Micheal had started to open his mouth so he focused his energy on shutting the annoying and mouthy angel up.

"This feels so strange..." Sam commented as he dropped his shorts and stretched naked in the shadow of a large hemlock tree.

"You get used to being naked outdoors." Nathaniel was doing stretches as well. He'd been watching Teddy most of the day and was more then a little tuckered out.

"Well I've had to go sky clad for some rituals over in England." Harry supplied as he walked up to them, his cock half hard and leading the way. "And I didn't think I'd ever get this comfortable in my own skin. I think it's a lycan thing." Harry turned around to where Draco was looking up at the stars, his milky white arse visible to the other three. "Him, he's always been that comfortable. Gods I remember one time Fred and George spilled this cloth remover down his front. Left him standing in front of the class baring his bollocks to the whole class and he just stood there and talked like he wasn't flashing us all his kit." Harry grinned.

"You know... Draco may get off on your parshaltongue, but your English accent is enough for me." Sam smiled, his cock hardening.

"What is it about the sound of my voice that does it for you two?" Harry shook his head.

"Dunno, I like your eyes." Nathaniel shrugged.

"Does no one like me for my brain?" Harry pouted.

"Potter, you're young, hot, and can talk two languages that turn at least two of us into jelly. Be happy and don't pout or we'll have to give you something to suck on that's a bit bigger then your thumb." Draco called over his shoulder.

"Promises, promises." Harry taunted. And demonstrating the Black family legacy through speed, Draco was suddenly in front of Harry snogging the life out of him while one hand found the back of Harry's head, crushing him to Draco, the other worked on firmly grasping his shoulder. Harry struggled to pull himself away from Draco to breath and only just succeeded when Draco used his considerable strength to push Harry down to his knees. His still hard and now moist cock pointed at Harry's chin till Harry took the hint and ducked down and captured the organ in his mouth.

Nathaniel smirked and moved behind Harry, crouching down onto the forest floor, his own ridged member running parallel to the ground as he moved in and grabbed Harry's buttocks. Grasping firmly he pulled Harry's ass cheeks apart and found the pink puckered rose of his hidden valley. Swooping in for the kill Nathaniel penetrated Harry's pucker with his nimble tongue.

"UMPH!" Harry moaned around Draco's cock. Draco panted and raked his fingers through Harry's raven locks. Sam moved behind Draco and ran a hand down Draco's back and started toying with the cleft between his ass cheeks. Draco smiled at him before Sam worked a finger into his cold nether regions. Sam loosened Draco's hole up a bit and then smacked him on the ass.

"I'll be back for some of that." He grinned before walking over and slamming into Nathaniel's upturned ass in one go. Nathaniel moaned from where he was eating out Harry's ass before settling back. Sam leaned across and pulled Draco into a kiss, his hips pounding into Nathaniel as fast as his lycan body can move. "Good." Sam's voice thick with lust as he buried his twelve inch bone in Nathaniel's tight opening. "Fuck, for someone who gets screwed as often as you are Nathaniel, you stay so damn tight..." Sam commented as he plowed.

"It's because he knows how to use his body and we're just learning what he has to teach." Draco retch down and stroked Nathaniel's cheek. "We love you." He looked Nathaniel in the eyes. "FUCK HARRY!" Draco closed his eyes as he started screwing Harry's throat. The Tarat had shifted his throat around so that he could swallow all that Draco had to offer.

"So good...." Sam moaned, his body begging for release in Nathaniel's upturned ass.

"Need to blow..." Draco whimpered as he slammed into Harry. "Need to..." He yelled as he emptied his still full balls into Harry's willing throat. "Shit..." Draco fell to his knees and began to snowball with Harry.

"Damn that's hot." Sam fully sheathed himself one last time in Nathaniel before blowing his load. Nathaniel gave a pout before Harry turned around and planted his ass firmly on Nathaniel's firm cock, taking it balls deep in his ass.

"Sam, can you sit on my lap?" Harry asked over his shoulder

"Sure...?" Sam raised an eyebrow as he came forward and offered his warm welcoming ass to Harry's throbbing cock. Harry sank himself into his boyfriend and pulled him in close. Harry looked up and smirked at Draco. Draco knelt down and gobbled Sam's still rampant cock into his mouth. "FUCK!" Sam moaned as he was caught between the two pleasures.

"Good idea." Nathaniel smirked as he fucked Harry into Sam. His hips a blur of motion as he made love as the top.

"Draco... can I try something a little... tighter... please?" Sam began begging as the suction got stronger.

"Sure." Draco pulled up and off of Sam's cock before whirling around and fully sheathing Sam into his tight hole.

"FUCK ME!" Sam moaned.

"Was that a comment or an order?" Draco arched an eyebrow.

"BOTH." Growled Harry as he picked up the pace between Nathaniel and Sam.

"Works with me." Draco began matching the over all pace as he bounced up and down on Sam's twelve inch rod, putting Sam's meaty bear like paw around his cock and fucking Sam's hand. He was panting as his dick was weeping from the pleasure the four found together. The four of them pounding away at one another till the forest was alive with the sounds of thick loads of cum being spilled into needy holes and pleasant sounds of contentment.
***

"Really guys?" Dean crossed his arms as three naked lycans and an equally naked vampire walked up to the house.

"The forest moves." Harry blushed. "And with it our cloths."

"I still want to know why Accio cloths didn't work." Draco frowned.

"Magical forest, too much magic going on right now for our magic to work. Most likely anyways." Harry turned to Draco.

"Who the hell corn holed you?" Dean walked up and felt around Harry's dripping asshole.

"That'd be me." Nathaniel meekly raised a hand.

"Damn." Dean looked at the sizable tool between Nathaniel's legs. "You have to register that as a deadly weapon?" Dean looked Nathaniel in the face.

"Only if I have to mine." Sam was swinging his own over sized cock back and forth.

"Shit." Dean looked at his brother's hard cock. They'd only seen each other in passing in the nude in the last few years. And Sam had been hiding his soft cock in the jail cell. But now out here, fully naked and still hard... Dean could see it all.

"Uh... Dean...?" Harry moaned.

"What?" Dean looked back at Harry.

"You're fingering my hole." Harry blushed as his cock started getting hard from the two fingers on Dean's right hand that were buried in Harry's open hole.

"Oh shit, sorry about that." Dean pulled his fingers out and licked them clean.

"You can always try that straight from the source..." Nathaniel shook his cock at Dean.

"I think I'll pass..." Dean blushed.

"Suit yourself." Nathaniel smiled as he moved back to Harry. "I think I'm going to try some of what you brought to life." Nathaniel dropped to his haunches and swallowed Harry's large dick in one go.

"Holy shit." Dean's jaw fell open.

"Actually no, that's produced by venerated monks." Micheal perched himself on the railing of the front porch. "What you're watching is the art of fellatio. Also more commonly known as a blow-job." He looked intently at where Harry's body seemed to melt into Nathaniel's. "And a damn fine one if you ask me." He smiled.

"Thank you." Nathaniel pulled off to say before going back in and attacking Harry's hard cock.

"Gods..." Harry muttered.

"Well I'm sure we'd all be pleased to know you pray to us when others are on their knees worshipping your mighty organ." Chuck walked out of the house with a grin on his face.

"not... what... I meant...." Harry panted.

"Does it really matter?" Chuck countered.

"Oh fuck no!" Harry gave a lazy smile as he stood their in front of most of his friends getting the world's best blow job. "Fuck." He panted.

"Another fine choice." Chuck smiled again. "But I think you've only got enough to flood his mouth in, 3, 2, 1, now." Chuck pointed as Harry's eyes closed, his head flung back and his mouth contorted in pleasure as he gave a mighty cry, emptying himself again, this time in Nathaniel's willing mouth. "Yep. Perfect timing." He smiled.
***

A half hour and a change of cloths later Draco was sitting in the front room reading when Dean walked up.

"Yeah?" Draco asked with out looking up from his book.

"Your lawyers got Sam out of jail.. but... he's been... well..." Dean sighed. "He's been fired." Draco put down his book, the magical bookmark of his instantly feeding itself into the closing book.

"What?" Draco looked shocked.

"Yeah, he was fired because the agency believes he acted in an undignified and unprofessional manor that they do not think upholds their standards for an officer."

"In short, he's being fired because he's a bloody werewolf." Draco shouted.

"Actually, if I'm reading this right, he's being fired because he called a lawyer during an investigate into his innocence for being a werewolf." Dean handed over the paper work.

"Of all the..." Draco stopped talking to read. After awhile Dean swore he could see Draco's eyes turn red. "I think I'll go make a call." Draco's lips pressed together to make a neat angry line on his face. "Yes. A call." He walked out of the room.

"I hope he doesn't have anyone killed." Dean closed his eyes as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. "On second thought. I'm hoping he doesn't get me put in jail." Dean sighed.
***

"Hello, Wolfram and Hart? Yes, this is Draco Malfoy, heir of the Malfoy estate. Yes, we did some business recently. You helped my lunarly challenged friend to get out of jail. He's just been fired for calling you in." Draco's voice came over the office speaker phone as the room of pleased lawyers instantly dropped into panic mode. "Now if we did things my father's way I'd be enacting clauses 476-2156-41a sub clause 4. In which I would be with in my rights to have anyone who touched this case killed. But I'm going to try a different tactic. Fix this. Fix it now. And MAYBE I won't ak everyone on sight when I visit you. Because believe me. WHEN I get the time, I will be making a visit. And a complaint to the senior partners. Seeing as my family helped put them in place, and oaths were sworn to us in blood, bile, and magics so powerful they'd kill any of you in that room in an instant, I think they might just care what I have to say. Especially since we have a clause that would give us total legal control over their offices in about 76% of the realms their in." Draco drew a breath.

"Sir I'm sure we can..." One of the lawyers started.

"Do shut up. I'm a cranky master vampire who's the head of a newly founded line of vampires, and I'm the legal heir to more money then your collective asses make in a decade. I would stress that I'm already cranky. Piss me off and we'll find out if the ak curse can travel through phone lines." Draco paused.

"I'm sorry sir. It won't happen again." He began panicking.

"See that it doesn't." Draco's rage could almost be felt over the phone. "Now I don't care what you have to do. I don't care what you charge me. Fix this or tell me how to. I'm giving you 24 hours. After that I'm going to apperate near your building and bring it down on your heads. Is that clear?"

"Yes sir." Draco hung up on them. "What's apperate mean?" One of the lawyers looked at the others.

"It means he'll use magic to teleport in, then he'll use even more magic to tear us apart and make us wish that someone hadn't fucked up. Get the lawyer that handled this in here NOW." The man sitting at the head of the table slammed his fists in.

"Sir... would Mr. Malfoy be in violation of his contract with us if he was consorting with a deity?" A quiet little lawyer cleared his throat.

"No. Why would you..."

"Because Chuck Shurley was spotted in the same town." He looked up at his boss.

"Well that's interesting... but not nearly as interesting as the fact that Mr. Malfoy hung up 22 seconds ago and NONE of you have moved."
***

"I think the lawyers are properly motivated now." Draco walked back to where Dean was sitting. "What?"

"I just got a call. I have a case in Northern Iowa." Dean sighed. "I can't take Sam and I need some back up." Dean looked at Draco for a second. "You're animal to call is snakes right?"

"Yeah..." Draco frowned.

"Does that cover basilisks?"
***

"You wanted to talk to me alone?" Harry sat down, slightly glad he was sitting before God with pants on now.

"Yeah." Chuck closed the doors. "I'm here mainly to arm Anita. But I figure it can't hurt to arm you too." He sat down and looked at Harry. "So a Tarat huh?"

"Yeah." Harry blushed.

"I'm kind of glad that you got it rather then the demons. They'd have used it to a dark end. You, I see bringing a nobility to the Tarats." Chuck crossed his arms as he thought. "Yep. I can see you doing some very good things with it. You and your clan." He smiled again. "Which is great in my book. I'm very glad for it." He smiled again.

"thanks." Harry blushed harder.

"Now we do need to talk about your love life." Chuck fixed his eyes on Harry who swallowed hard.

"Is this where you tell me homosexuality is a bad thing?" Harry looked scared.

"Actually no. I think it's a beautiful thing." Chuck said with a confused blink. "I know the church says I hate gay people. But honestly. Some of my favorite angels are gay. In fact, the Archangel assigned to guard me personally while I'm down here is gay. He's with his boyfriend having crazy angel sex right now." Chuck smiled. "I created sex in every shape form and pleasure response. I made it good so people would like to try to continue on their species. But that's not the end all be all about sex. It's there for enjoyment and pleasure and bringing something beautiful and radiant into the lives of those involved." Chuck smiled.

"Wow."

"Yeah. No, I'm not going to tell you homosexuality is bad. Hell I'm going to commend you for being able to handle a four way where no one's really having an emotional problem. Granted there's something off between Draco and Sam, but they'll work that out soon enough." He patted Harry on the knee. "I know telling you not to worry is kind of pointless." Chuck smirked. "But trust me. It'll be fine." He stroked Harry's knee. "But I suggest you get married."

"excuse me?" Harry's jaw fell open.

"I think a hand fasting marriage between the four of you would be a good thing. A, you'd be entitled to the federal benefits for being Sam's husband. B, you'd be attached to the Malfoy money and the estate protects the spouses pretty good. C, if anything happened to you the other three would have a legal right to care for and decide for both you and Teddy."

"Sam's not a federal marshal anymore."

"Oh that'll be sorted soon enough." Chuck gave a soft laugh. "Honestly, how they think they'll get away with this is beyond even me." He shook his head.

"okay." Harry sat there thunder struck.

"Now, a change of topics." Chuck grinned. "I understand you're a stripper..."
only 3 chapters left, I'm sorry it's taking so long to post these up here. Computer problems and re-editing each chapter takes some time. But trust me, it's time well spent. I've been finding some major errors here and there. And yeah... if you haven't noticed by this point... at one point I called the werepanther Toby and in the NEXT chapter I call him toby in several places and then just started calling him Malcolm. I have no idea why that happened. I think originally Toby was supposed to be a filler name... but eh. Anyways. We'll just assume that Dean and Sam though this name was Toby when it was really Malcolm
tbc
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