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Chapter 3 – C is for CBT

“Oh Crap.” Harry said to himself, his voice sounding loud in his empty apartment.

The young wizard had been so excited to see how things had gone the previous day and what today would bring, including the pairing to be selected, that he’d been stunned with what he’d found. It wasn’t so much a problem that his name was there, the thing that had him blinking owlishly was the kink for the play.

CBT, cock and ball torture, just the thought of it had his balls trying to hide by shrinking into his body. He was still no nearer to finding out which way his interest lay, as a sub or as a dom, but he had a suspicion that his partner ‘Tainted Angel’ would have no such confusion. He doubted his ability to be able to dish it out as much as his ability to take it.

He’d hit the reply button a good 10 minutes ago but he’d yet to complete the message, he just didn’t know what to say.

Harry stood up and paced his living room. His thoughts turning back to what Hermione had said, maybe she’d been right and he was crazy to do this. He supposed it wasn’t too late to back out, but was it fair to do so? Besides, it just wasn’t him to run from a challenge.

He sat back down determinedly and started to type.

//This will be a real challenge, I’m both terrified and intrigued. Will Tainted Angel be coming to me or shall I be going to him? Snake Charmer18//

He hit send and felt his insides flip. He hoped he wasn’t getting himself into something he couldn’t handle.

******

“Typical Potter, always the martyr, never one to run from something he doesn’t want to do.” The Game Master sneered as he read the reply.

“Potter? As in… Harry Potter?” His pets eyes had grown bright and excited, “*The* Harry Potter?”

His Master rolled his eyes. “Yes, pet. Don’t get all star struck, he’s not all that impressive in the flesh.”

“But he’s a legend, he defeated he-who-shall-not-be-named.” The young slave bit his tongue before he gave away something he shouldn’t about the future. Every wizard and witch grew up knowing who Harry Potter was.

“Yes… quite.” The dark voice was laced with sarcasm.

“I’m going to meet Harry Potter.” Was the small, gasped realisation.

There was a derisive snort from his Master as he stood up and headed for the room with the mirror. Without thinking, he jumped to his feet and yelped loudly. He had quite the battle not to curse. The soles of his feet were so bruised, knowing what C was, he was already dreading his Master’s celebration of the pairing that would occur in a few hours. He wondered if the next 24 days would be the death of him.

Cheating he orbed through to the other room and for once was incredibly relieved to go down on his knees. His Master was chuckling wickedly at his discomfort and he thought it was most unfair. Perhaps he would beg for them to be healed before the next torture was inflicted on him.

The image swam, bright white swirling mixed with threads of bright green. When it settled the image of a scruffy youth was visible. His dark hair was mussed and just and so hid a scar on his forehead. Bright green eyes shone out markedly, there was laughter in his eyes and tugging at his lips. His clothes were unremarkable, jeans and t-shirt with some slogan on it.

“Harry Potter.” His Master told him, with the tone of the terminally unimpressed.

“He’s so ordinary.”

“What did you expect? A halo and wings?” The lanky man scoffed, knowing the man who would be displayed next.

“I… I don’t know.” He wasn’t disappointed, but it was strange. He really didn’t know what he’d expected, if anything. He knelt and stared up at the image quietly for a moment. He was somewhat surprised that his hero worship was being indulged. “Is he dom or sub?” He asked with a frown after a while.

“Merlin knows… He doesn’t even know himself.”

“Perhaps he’s a switch then, that would explain it. Its not like he has to pigeon hole himself. I guess it would be kind of hard to submit for him, but I can also see that it would be a huge relief to find someone he respected enough that he could let go.”

The Game Master was silently impressed with his boy’s thoughtfulness, he always had such a strong grasp of human nature that he lacked himself. He’d indulged him long enough though, leaning in, he whispered the second name to the frame.

“Warren Worthington the Third.” He declared, as the blond man came into view.

There was a loud gasp from his boy and he felt satisfied by the sound.

“He’s an angel?” There was quite rightly, a look of confusion etched deeply on his young slave’s handsome face.

“No, pet, he just… looks like one. He’s a mutant, as well as the wings he has a healing ability.”

Blond curls framed the beautiful face and blue eyes were bright and distracting, but not as distracting as the huge, fluffy white, wings. He wanted to stroke them, wanted to stroke the strong chest and muscular arms that were naked and on display too. He blushed and lowered his eyes to the floor. It was wrong for him to long for another like that.

The submissive gesture did not go unnoticed by his Master. He stepped close to his boy and lifted his chin. “You are mine, pet. I don’t mind if you look, and it doesn’t bother me if you lust… at the end of the day… you are with me, in my arms.”

“Yes, Master. Yours, only yours.” Was the quiet reply.

The image vanished with a wave of his hand.

******

//I wil come to you. Where I am is not very private for the kind of play we will be enjoying.

Angel//

That said it all to Harry, the man was obviously a dom. From the reply that the Game Master had left, he figured he had about an hour to prepare. He headed to the bathroom and showered thoroughly before placing his hand on his pubic hair and saying the short spell he’d made up “Abrumpo Capillus Genitor”. Leaving his genitals hair free. It wasn’t the first time he’d done it, and he always enjoyed the sensation of being naked down there, it felt so naughty and sexy.

He figured that if they were going to be indulging in CBT that it was best to be clean-shaven. He shuddered at that thought.

He ran his hand over his smooth balls and felt his cock harden in response. He moaned and thought about a quick jack off session. But that would be cheating, wouldn’t it? He was 18 and there was little doubt in his mind that he would be able to get hard again. But how embarrassing would it be if they arrived while he was still…at it? He decided to wait.

Harry pulled on a pair of jeans and roughly towelled his unruly hair until it was only a little damp. Looking in the mirror, he chuckled at his dishevelled appearance. Who would guess by looking at him that he was the most powerful wizard in the world? He smirked at his reflection and messed with his hair until it lay vaguely how he wanted it.

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The new messages had been waiting when Warren had woke up. He’d had a late night out flying and so had ended up sleeping late. The first thing he’d done was check out Snake Charmer18’s profile. It had turned out that he really was 18 and lived in England. His wings fluttered restlessly as he waited to be taken to the young man.

The next thing he did was check his kit. He pulled the holdall from the bottom of the wardrobe and sorted through the items in there. Some of it was unneeded and he unloaded them into a pillowcase and returned them to their usual hiding place. He had some toys that were perfect for this kind of play.

******

Harry held out his wand in his bedroom. He wasn’t sure why he even bothered with the wand anymore, he’d shown that he didn’t need it in the final battle. Somehow, it just felt comfortable to use it sometimes though.

“Amplio Cella” The room more than doubled in width and length.

“Aperio Necto Cuspis” He didn’t point at anything in particular, he knew it would work on the whole room.

The room shimmered and transformed; attachment points becoming visible on the walls, floor and ceiling. Chains with cuffs attached dangled loosely.

He pointed his wand at his standard double bed and muttered again, “Amplio.” He transformed it into a large sumptuous bed with satin sheets and comforter, piles of pillows heaped on it by the headboard.

He looked around the room satisfied that everything was as it should be and returned to his living room to await his guest.

******

Warren wasn’t surprised when the young brunette appeared in his bedroom. His kit was waiting on the bed and he simply picked it up with a pleasant smile in the guy’s direction.

“I’ve been expecting you.” Warren said simply.

The young slave, smiled. “Yeah, I guess you have.” His eyes were drawn to the wings.

“They’re not going to be an issue are they? I really don’t want to have to bind them. This whole thing is about being myself.”

“No, not at all. I don’t think your play partner will be shocked or object. He’s used to the unusual.”

Warren raised an eyebrow in interest. “Is that so? He’s only young, has he seen so much?”

The young slave’s smile wavered, “he’s had a difficult life. He’s young, but mature…and powerful.”

He reached out his hand to the tall blond man with an inviting smile, “I’ll take you to him.”

******

Harry was pacing the length of his living room, chewing on a fingernail. He was sure that they would have arrived by now, and the longer they took the more nervous he felt. Mentally, he was rehearsing the release spell, saying the latin word over and over in his head. He had moved beyond expecting them and was now worried they wouldn’t be coming.

He turned to head for his computer to see if there were any new messages. With a musical sound two men appeared in front of him. He stared at them a moment. One was brunette and wearing a white collar round his neck, the other was blond and had white wings that were fluttering with anxiety or agitation he couldn’t quite tell for sure.

“M…Mr Potter… Harry. It’s an honour.” The slave stammered. He was staring back at Harry, his face full of awe and admiration.

As Harry met his greeny-brown eyes they dropped to the floor and a blush crept up his cheeks. As used to fame as he was, the younger man still wasn’t prepared to face it in his home. He gave a self-conscious smile.

“There’s no need…” Harry started to say, and the eyes came back up to meet his.

Warren watched the exchange with interest. The young man who’d brought him here respected the boy, he was reacting like he was someone very important. That was food for thought. He coughed to remind them of his presence.

“Oh, sorry.” The Game Master’s pet blushed deeply, “Warren Worthington… this is Harry Potter. Harry… Warren.”

He looked back at Harry, “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, Master will be laughing at me. He already thinks…” He trailed off, looking like he was listening to an unheard voice. “I’ll come back when you’re ready to go home.” He said to Warren and vanished.

“Hi.” Harry said, suddenly feeling shy.

“Should I be bowing? Our friend seemed somewhat in awe of you?” Warren laced his comment with the unasked question ‘what’s so special about you?’

“I… no… I mean… I have that affect on wizards and witches, they… um… I’m sort of important to them.”

“Wizards and…?” Warren wondered if he’d fallen down the rabbit hole. He’d assumed that the young man that brought him here was a mutant that could teleport.

“Yeah.” Harry ran a hand through his hair, his eyes kept shifting to the wings that he could see peeking up from Warren’s back. “Like me.”

“You’re a wizard?” He couldn’t help it; his voice was full of disbelief and more than a little condescending.

The dark haired boy nodded, holding his ego in check and not launching into the propaganda, this guy wouldn’t want to hear it.

“This is gonna sound crazy, but… are you really an angel?” Harry turned the conversation away from himself.

Warren rolled his eyes, “No, I’m not… just a mutant with wings.” His tone was a little harsher than he’d intended and he noticed the young man wince.

“Sorry.” Harry muttered and shifted uncomfortably.

It was Warren’s turn to wince, he hadn’t meant to hurt the boy’s feelings, and it wasn’t the way to start things off for sure. “No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have snapped. It just gets old.” His tone softened as he stepped nearer, treating the youth like a frightened child.

“I can understand that, totally.” He waved his hand at the spot that the other guy had vacated, “I get that a lot. It’s why I try not to spend too much time in the wizarding community. But I have responsibilities, its unavoidable.”

Warren was intrigued, how could such a young man be so important, have so much fame. He was like a movie star almost, but more so it would seem. “They all want a piece of us, huh?”

Perhaps this pairing was not so unusual after all, they had things in common in a strange way. Both were in the spotlight, with more responsibility than they cared to carry and not enough space to be themselves. Constantly living up to other people’s expectations and meeting the needs of the public; leaving their own unacknowledged. As he watched, Harry visibly relaxed. He’d hit the spot and Warren smiled inwardly.

“Oh Merlin, yes, not just a piece but whole limbs.” Harry agreed, not realising he had taken a step closer himself. It was then that he noticed the bag in warren’s hand, though, and he started to tense again.

He bent to put the bag on the floor, “You don’t have to fear me Harry. I can make this pleasurable for both of us, but you have to let me.” Warren said softly, closing the gap between them. Reaching up he cupped the handsome boy’s face in his hands.

Harry blinked up at him, he was nervous… no, he was terrified. But if he didn’t do this then he’d always wonder about the ‘what ifs?’ Sex with a stranger was supposed to be easy and stress free, it was supposed to be the thing to do if you don’t want to get involved. Some how though, Harry always seemed to try to make anonymous meetings into something more. He wanted to be loved and cared for, he wanted someone who could see past what he was. So, he could acknowledge that he wasn’t just scared of what they were going to do, but also that he might get stupidly attached.

He nodded. “I want to do this.” He told him sincerely.

Warren smiled, “Good.”

“I need a safeword.” Harry declared quietly.

The blond mutant nodded, “Do you have one in mind.”

“Libero. It will release me too.” He said the word aloud that he’d been rehearsing in his head for almost an hour before Warren had arrived.

Familiar with Latin, Warren smiled, “It will?”

Harry grinned, “You want me to prove it to you?”

That seemed to break the ice between the two of them and Warren started to laugh at the strangeness of the situation. He was in England, about to engage in S & M play with a wizard who could release himself with a word. It was fairly ridiculous.

“I suppose we should go to the bedroom.” The young wizard’s voice cut into Warren’s amusement.

The blond American picked up his bag and held his hand out with a smile, “lead the way.”

Harry walked fully into the charmed bedroom. “This is it.” He said with modesty. He looked at Warren who’s eyes gave nothing away as he evaluated the room. “If it’s not what you want I can change it. I just went for how I usually, um, entertained… which isn’t often so it might not be right.”

“Change it, how?” Warren asked. He was quietly impressed with the room, it was dark and sultry with rich reds and gold, it was a surprise and not at all what he’d expected.

“Y’know, with magic. Is it ok? Is there anything you…er… need?”

Warren shook his head, “It looks like you’ve thought of everything. Anything else I need, I brought with me.” He set his bag down on a dresser.

Harry fingered the hem of his t-shirt, wondering if he should strip off, or wait to be told, or… there were too many variables. So, he ended up doing what felt right and pulled his top off, revealing his quidditch toned muscles. Warren was facing away from him as it came off. He was about to toss it aside when he felt that maybe he should have waited, he almost put it back on again.

Indecision was still clearly etched on Harry’s features when Warren turned to face him. Eyes scanned over that delicious torso. “You work out? Or is that magic too?” He asked with humour in his tone.

“I play quidditch, it puts muscle on you in places you didn’t know existed.” Harry said brightly with a blush, not mentioning the fact he had displaced Krum as the most successful Seeker in the sport.

“Quidditch?” Warren thought he was familiar with most sports, but he’d never heard of it, perhaps it was an English thing.

“It’s a wizard thing… broomsticks and enchanted balls.” Harry gave a small laugh.

Warren removed his own shirt and fluttered his wings to settle the feathers more comfortably.

“Wow.” Harry felt his cock stir at the expanse of muscle that greeted him. “Suddenly, I feel like a scrawny kid again.”

The blond chuckled, “My work requires a high level of fitness, not to mention the flying. I’ve a few years on you yet, keep up with the sport and you’ll catch up.” He nodded towards the dark-haired youth’s jeans, “Take them off too and any underwear.”

A redness crept up his cheeks, he hadn’t blushed so much since that time in the prefect’s bathroom with moaning myrtle. He looked down, then back up, suddenly feeling bashful, what if he didn’t measure up? He hesitated, hands hovering over the fly.

“Now, boy.” Warren’s tone was commanding. Pleasantries over with, it was down to the business of the day.

Harry was grateful for the change in attitude, it let him know where he stood and what was expected. His hands moved to obey regardless of his thoughts. His fly unbuttoned, he pushed his jeans and jockey shorts down together and pulled them off his feet. He hadn’t bothered with shoes and socks, there hadn’t seemed much point, he knew he’d only have to take them off again. His hands automatically moved to cover his hardening cock, trying to spare his modesty.

“Don’t cover yourself up boy or I’ll cuff your hands behind your back out of the way.”

Harry gulped and nervously moved his hands to hang at his sides. Evidently, the embarrassment didn’t put a damper on his arousal, as his cock continued to harden under the piercing blue gaze of the older man.

Warren was careful not to show his amusement at the boy’s discomfort, instead he gave him an approving smile, focusing on the hairless pubic area. A thought took shape in his mind and his smile grew wicked.

“You can restrain yourself against the wall.” He pointed to the chains and cuffs that hung from the wall. The young man was a wizard, might as well make use of it.

Harry didn’t know whether to laugh or blush at the instruction, he had no doubt that the instruction meant he was to use his magic to achieve the goal. He stepped up to the wall and turned to face outward. Spreading his legs and holding his arms up, he spoke softly, “Ligo.”

Warren watched with barely contained amazement as the cuffs snaked around Harry’s wrists and ankles, fastening buckles snugly.

“Adstringo” The chains tightened into the wall until his limbs were stretched.

The winged mutant was not easily impressed, but he couldn’t deny that the display of power had done just that. He felt like applauding. “Well, that’s a real time saver.”

Despite his predicament, Harry laughed. He’d never thought about that before, something else occurred to him too at that point. He didn’t need another person to give himself the kind of pleasure he liked; for some reason he’d never thought of perverting his power to those ends before.

Warren stepped up in front of him. Leaning in, he licked at Harry’s neck, then suckled, grazing his teeth against tender flesh. He moved his lips and tongue over the pulse point and nuzzled gently. He worked his way up, nipping at the boy’s earlobe with his teeth, he flickered his tongue over it then blew a stream of cool air across it.

Harry moaned and shivered, his body responding to the teasing attention. He could feel strong hands exploring his body, sliding over his pecs and down over the six pack abs. All the while that wicked mouth played with the delicate skin at his neck, nipping tantalizingly. A hand finally settled on his smooth crotch, gently rolling his balls loosely in their sack.

Harry moaned in pleasure, squirming slightly and tilting his head to the side to allow Warren more room at his neck. He was caught off guard when the hand that was gently fondling him started to pull downwards on his testicles; the pull was slow and insistent. The cuffs on Harry’s wrists wouldn’t allow him to follow the pull downwards, which of course was the idea. He scrunched his eyes shut in pain but didn’t cry out. The pressure was released and his ball sac relaxed, he gasped for air.

The warmth of the body pressed close to him receded and Harry opened his eyes to see where Warren had gone. He saw him collecting something from the bag. In one hand the blond man was holding a black leather blindfold, in the other he held a bundle of soft cord. He set the latter aside under the study of inquisitive green eyes.

Warren gently kissed Harry on the forehead; it caused the boy’s eyes to instinctively flutter closed. He took advantage of that reaction and kissed each eyelid softly, and then he placed the blindfold over them and buckled it at the back of his head.

“Thank you, Sir.” Harry spoke quietly, on impulse.

Warren felt a surge of affection for this young man; he was a real treasure. He lightly kissed him on the lips, almost chastely. His hands sliding over defined pecs once more. He visually drank in the sight of this powerful young man who’d chained himself up at his instruction. His cock pulsed in his slacks and he rubbed his erection through the fabric.

Warren started to talk as he picked up the soft cord, “I’m going to bind your cock boy, tightly, make it so that you won’t be able to cum, make your arousal hurt so good. Then I’m going to add a weight to a loop on the end so it’s pulled downwards. It’ll hurt but it’ll feel so good you won’t know if you want more or you want it to stop.”

As his voice weaved the magic of the words, his hands doubled the cord and threaded it through itself to make a loop. He positioned it around the base of Harry’s cock and balls, to anchor it, then bringing the cord to the front he held the hard shaft steady while the other hand wound the twin strands of cord tightly around the shaft. Keeping it snug, so there were no gaps between each pass of the binding.

He looked up to see that Harry was biting his lower lip hard. He leaned forward and licked at the boy’s earlobe, “let me hear you Harry, I want to hear your pain and pleasure, want to hear you calling my name and begging me to stop and carry on, not knowing which way is up.”

While he talked those talented hands continued to wind the cord tighter.

Harry groaned, Warren was right… it hurt so good. He gasped for air, moans falling from his lips and he didn’t know if it was from the pleasure or the pain.

When he reached the end he tied a knot in the two strands then split them wrapping one back on itself and bringing it back to meet the other, he tied them securely then left a gap and tied another knot to form a loop.

“Feel that boy, all bound up tight, you’re at my mercy aren’t you and you love it.How you want someone to take control for you, take that heavy weight off your shoulders and just make you feel?” Warren whispered close to his ear again.

“Yes… oh….Merlin…” Harry gasped, “Yes… please… Sir.”

“Don’t worry, my boy, I’m going to make you feel so good.” He crooked his index finger in the loop and pulled it downwards, bending Harry’s cock to point towards the ground.

Harry tried to hold back the urge to cry out, but Warren’s voice urged him on, told him to let it out, to let it go, to give it all up to him. There was a howl of pain, the young wizard cried out loudly, as no mercy was shown his bound cock.

Warren nuzzled at the boy’s neck, nipping at the flesh and sucking it into his mouth, leaving tiny love bites marring the perfect skin. When the cry had died down he let go of the loop and the cock swung back up, it caused Harry to cry out again pleasure and pain combined with the surprise of the sudden action.

Short but well manicured fingernails, were dragged down his chest and over his abs, scratching the skin. Somewhere at the back of his mind a voice said ‘abrasion was two days ago’, and he almost laughed.

“Love your body.” That well educated, American voice said in his ear, as a hand returned to fondling his balls. “So hard and perfect. Wish I could keep you like this for hours, at the mercy of my touch and voice. Here because you choose to be.”

He lightly slapped the balls that he’d been gently fondling and caused a sharp intake of breath from Harry. He repeated the action, they weren’t hard slaps but they didn’t need to be.

“There are so many possibilities, so many things I could do to you while I have you like this, I’m spoilt for choice.”

Another slap, followed by gentle fondling and Harry was starting to not know what to expect next, a slap or a caress. The pattern was erratic; it drove the breath from his lungs and caused him to gasp in arousal and need. He’d never dreamed that he would enjoy this, not in a million years.

The gentle caress started to pull insistently downwards again, pulling groans and whimpers of pain from the bound boy. The longer they were held, pulled tight like that, the louder the moans grew, he cried out, his upper body started to pull at the chains. The mouth returned to suck and lick at that same ear and he stilled, the power of tender touch merged with the harsh punishment being afforded to his genitals was incredible.

Warren stroked a hand lightly across that strong chest then crossed the room back to his bag. “Of course, with limitless ideas, we could be here for quite sometime.”

He pulled out a bag of mini clothes pins and some other items. He paused to shed the rest of his clothes, the rustle of material catching Harry’s attention. When he returned to the boy, he crouched in front of him and one by one started to attach the pins to the not-so-loose sac. Harry bucked and flinched crying out quietly, his voice now sounding a little hoarse. He had reached 8 when the begging started.

“Please… Sir… god… please… no more… it hurts… can’t take it… please, Sir… take them off. Make it stop… Merlin… please.”

Warren listened and watched carefully, when he was satisfied that the boy had not yet reached his limit he quickly added another two. Then he straightened up and stood in front of the young man, his body was taut, held tense against the onslaught of pain that would be firing up his spine from his groin. His hands found his dark little nipples and played gently with them, before he leaned forward and licked at one, sucking on it gently.

Harry was incoherent, a steady stream of words and noises fell from his mouth and Warren kept a close eye on him. He reached off to the side and added a weight to the loop on the cock binding, it pulled it downwards and Harry cried out loudly again, his words becoming clearer.

The blond X-man kissed him hard on the lips, thrusting his tongue into the other man’s mouth and plundering it harshly. Hands ran over Harry’s body, caressing every part of skin that he could reach. He eventually had to break the kiss for them to breath and the young man was breathing raggedly. If he’d cried out while the pins were going on, he was going to scream when they came off.

Warren started with the first one and eased them off one at a time. There was a pause, then as blood flood back into the tortured flesh, Harry screamed in pain. His voice was raw by the time the last pin came free and he was sagging in the chains. Tears tracked down his face from under the blindfold. Warren smiled warmly, although it was unseen by Harry; he was close to achieving what he felt the boy needed.

“Hush, my boy, its all ok, its all fine. Let it all out, let it go.” His tone was gentle as he leaned in and licked at the sore ball sac that had pulled up tight.

He eased the weight from the loop and set it aside again, his hand returned with a small multi tailed whip, small enough it could hang nicely on a key chain. He lightly drummed his fingers against the tortured sac for a few moments then, as he held the still bound cock out of the way with one hand, he flicked the whip at it the tightening balls with the other.

Harry yelped and tensed back up, his muscles popping out under tanned skin. Warren flicked his wrist again, the thin tails stung the already throbbing flesh. On the fourth strike it was was Harry’s undoing.

“Libero.” He cried out.

All the bindings fell away and Warren caught him before he could hit the ground. “It’s ok sweet thing, I’ve got you, its all ok, your safe, its over, its ok.” He held the young man cradled against him and carried him to the bed.

Still holding him in his arms he continued to whisper soothing words and kissed the boy’s lust heated skin. Warren whispered soothing words to the whimpering young man. “That’s it, my boy, let it out, let it all go… its all going to be ok, its over now, you’re safe. Its over.”

Harry sobbed and whimpered until he fell asleep in that warm embrace, as soft words with double meanings were murmured quietly in his ear.

******

The young slave stared at the screen, his expression was wide open to anyone who cared to look closely. He glanced up at his Master, who was wearing a similar look. He’d never seen such compassion on the man’s face for another person. He suspected that despite all his bravado, the man really did care for the young hero. It would seem that the fates knew what they were doing when they paired Warren with Harry.

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Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me, they are the property of Marvel, Jk Rowling, the makers of CSI and the god that is Joss Whedon. I promise to give them back in one piece.