Warning: this is a Harry/Severus/Tom smut chapter. It is safe to read up to the line 'Harry was intrigued tk say the least and obediently followed Severus back to their rooms'. For those of you who are interested, enjoy.
Severus led Harry down to the lab he had set up. It was the first time Harry had ever been in the man's personal domain and he had to say he was impressed. The high, vaulted ceiling reminded Harry a little of the old church that Petunia had once taken him to. There were large windows on the sides of the building, looking out over the moat and courtyard making the whole place seem very light and airy.
"For some reason I thought it would be down in the dungeons," Harry mused, causing Severus to scoff.
"That is only at Hogwarts and mostly because he wanted a way to be able to easily separate himself from the other founders, or at least that's what I assume anyway," Severus explained. "It's actually quite dangerous to have a potions laboratory down in the dungeons in case of explosions. The magic reinforcing the ones at Hogwarts must have been immense. Most schools have something similar to this one, with high ceilings to help negate the impact if there are any accidents."
"It's a much nicer environment, although I notice you still have some dark corners," Harry smirked, pointing to the large shelved area at the back of the room that didn't have any windows in.
"Of course," Severus said, rolling his eyes as if it should be obvious why. When Harry looked at him blankly he sighed. "Some ingredients are light or heat sensitive. They need to be stored in a dark and cold environment to prevent them from degrading quickly and becoming useless."
"Huh," Harry said. "I'm surprised that sort of thing didn't come up in lessons."
"It shouldn't have to," Severus grouced. "Children growing up in magical households learn these things in the way that muggles learn which food products need to go in the fridge. Muggleborn are given a pamphlet that I painstakingly prepared to cover all of the basic information that magical children learn so they aren't too far behind and the magical children don't get too bored going over basic information. Admittedly there are probably some magical children who could benefit from going over the basics again."
"Then there are people like me who didn't grow up in a magical household and I'm not a Muggleborn," Harry pointed out.
Severus paused. "And I'm assuming that Dumbledore didn't think to pass the information on to you." Harry shook his head. "It figures. I'll be sure to give you a crash course in the basics before the lessons start mostly because it will be a pain trying to work out your schedule if you're in the basic level in some classes and the advanced level in others."
"You're not going based on age?" Harry queried.
Severus shook his head. "Age is all well and good to use when you have an education system that has been established for a while but it makes no sense for us to do that as we want to increase people's understanding as much and as quickly as possible. We'll probably do a quick test to begin with to see what level people are at and where best to place them."
"Hopefully I won't be in the bottom set for everything then," Harry chuckled nervously.
"Highly doubtful," Severus reassured him, "unless you retained absolutely no knowledge from your two years at Hogwarts. Eric has done an admirable job I'm sure but he is only one man so his ability to teach the children is very limited. We also have the benefit of being able to make our wands so we don't have to stick to the Ministry's arbitrary rule of no wands before a child is starting Hogwarts."
"Isn't that done for a reason?" Harry asked. "I mean hasn't Hogwarts always catered to that age group?"
"It's unclear," Severus admitted. "People forget that, prior to 597, no schools existed in England whatsoever and it was only the advent of Christianity that brought the idea of formal education to these isles. These schools were under the auspices of the church for the most part, however, until about 1100 which, with the growth of towns after the Norman conquest, led to schools and universities being founded that weren't directly under the control of the church. They still only allowed entry for boys, however, and only those from the higher echelons of society. If Hogwarts always ran the way it does now then it might have been hard to explain it to people."
"I suppose. I wonder if Hogwarts was any different at the start then?"
"Possibly, but if it were then that knowledge has been lost to the ages for some reason. That is enough of a history lesson though, we are here for a reason after all. Now, what ingredients are you happy to let me experiment with?"
Harry shrugged. "What were you thinking?"
"Well the usual: hair, nails, saliva, blood and semen. If you're amenable that is. Given that we're theoretically talking about phoenix parts as well, some tears would be preferable."
Harry frowned. "I don't have a problem with all that really although, like I said, I don't normally cry. It's why it was so strange when I did before and my eyes healed."
"There are ways of inducing tears if you're willing to try."
"I can always say stop if I start feeling uncomfortable, right?"
"Of course Harry," Severus smiled. "I won't do anything without your consent."
"Ok then, where do you want me?"
Severus had sat Harry down in a chair and had carefully cleaned and trimmed his nails, collecting the cut nails in a vial before filing Harry's nails smooth. Harry was practically glowing at the pampering treatment he was getting.
"Perhaps I should try to grow my nails a bit so you have more to work with next time."
"We can try," Severus agreed, clearly happy that Harry was already talking about a next time. "There is a potion you can use to encourage the growth but I don't know if it will have an adverse effect on any properties your nails might have."
"We can always see," Harry said, "and I'm sure if you're helping me take care of my nails they will get really long."
"Is that so?" Severus raised an eyebrow in amusement and pressed a kiss on Harry's knuckles before standing up and moving behind Harry and carefully tweezing out some of Harry's hair. Harry didn't even flinch as the strands were removed, but Severus still gave him a kiss on his temple and thanked him for his effort.
Spitting into the different vials felt weird to Harry, mostly because he had always been taught that it was very rude to spit in public so to do it with Severus watching was very strange and Harry found himself getting embarrassed.
Severus suggested leaving the tears until later and asked if Harry was alright to give a semen sample. Harry looked down at his lap and gulped. It was one thing to fantasise about doing something like that bit it was another thing entirely to have to actually do it in reality.
"You want me to wank in front of you?"
Severus looked a little flushed at the idea but shook his head. "I can leave the room if you would find that easier. I would only need you to try and aim the semen into a dish."
"Ok," Harry nodded sheepishly.
Severus smiled indulgently and gave Harry a quick kiss on the cheek before leaving the lab to give Harry a bit of privacy.
The problem was that it didn't exactly help. Harry didn't know whether it was the more clinical atmosphere of the lab or the fact that he knew that Severus was waiting just outside the door but, no matter what he tried to think about, he couldn't seem to maintain an erection. He was starting to think that there might be something wrong with him. Feeling dejected he went to the door and let Severus in without a word, simply walking over and slumping back into the chair.
"There's no need to fret Harry, many people need to be in the mood to perform. We can always try something else at a later stage. Let's leave that for now and try tears if that's alright with you. I have some onions you can chop which should do the job."
Harry shook his head. "Onions have never affected me. Whenever Petunia would organise a barbecue I would always have to cut all of the onions because I could cut bag fulls of them and never shed a tear."
"Interesting," Severus mused. "There is a theory that phoenix's can't be forced to cry and will only cry when the need arises, or on demand, depending on which school of thought you adhere to. There is a possibility that the tears simply can't be forced and must come from emotion, either profound sadness or joy."
"I don't think it's on demand, or at least not with me it isn't. I don't know about emotions, I don't think I've even felt anything that strongly one way or the other."
"That is understandable from what I've heard of your upbringing, there is a high chance that your mind has simply numbed itself as a sort of survival method. Fret not though. If you will trust me I may have a solution to that as well as your performance problem."
Harry was intrigued to say the least and obediently followed Severus back to their rooms, only a little surprised to see Severus ask a House elf to summon Tom. Severus stopped in front of their bed and waited for Tom to arrive.
Harry felt his nerves as the silence continued.
"There's no need to be worried, Harry," Severus reassured him. "Remember this is no different to anything else that we do. You have control; we will not do anything that you don't want to."
"What is the plan then?" Harry queried.
"I was planning on tickling you," Severus smirked.
"Tickling!" Harry exclaimed.
"Indeed," Tom purred. "I am aware that it is something that has probably never happened before but I can assure you that it isn't a bad thing. I imagine Severus's idea though, is that a person can laugh so hard they end up producing tears."
"That was my thinking yes," Severus nodded. "Tickling has been likened to torture, however mildly, which is why I need you to understand what you will be agreeing to. We will need to push your limits so I think it will be best if you are restrained and it works best if we can access bare skin, but obviously only what you are comfortable with baring."
Harry gulped. "Ok but can I keep my knickers on. I don't know why but I don't quite feel ready to be completely naked in front of you guys yet."
"That's perfectly understandable Harry," Tom reassured him. "There will also be a safe word for you to use if things get too much for you but I do want you to consider things before using it and not just say it because things are a little uncomfortable."
"I understand," Harry said. "So, um, should I just, er, get undressed and lie on the bed."
Both Severus and Tom took a deep breath and nodded as their nostrils flared. Harry gulped again turned his back to their hungry stares, being reminded once again that he wasn't mentally ready for a fully physical relationship with the two vampires that he had found himself bound to.
When he had got down to his knickers, a pair of purple silk French knickers with a scalloped edge, he timidly shuffled to the middle of the bed and lay back, stretching his hands above his head.
"Is this ok?"
"Very," Severus rasped and brandished his wand causing thick ropes to erupt from the tip, securing Harry's wrists to the headboard as his feet were pulled to attach to each of the bottom posts.
Harry wriggled feeling how securely he was bound and felt a jolt of pleasure course through him.
"Are the ropes ok? Not too tight?" Severus asked. "And have you thought about what you want your safe word to be? It will be easier if its something you come up with."
"No, their fine," Harry reassured him, feeling a little breathless already himself. "I'm ready to go whenever you guys are. I decided my safe word will be Dumbledore."
"That will definitely put a dampner on things," Tom chuckled as he shrugged of his outer robes and Harry felt a tension build inside him. His attention was pulled back to Severus however as the man gently stroked his fingers from Harry's wrist to the inside of his elbow causing Harry to squirm and moan slightly.
Severus smirked and continued the action and Harry almost forgot about Tom until the man dragged a feather along the arch of Harry's foot causing him to squawk in surprise as his toes curled against the sensation. Severus was apparently not about to be outdone and got hia own feather, dragging it down Harry's neck and down to his armpit causing him to giggle and squirm.
The pair took their time dragging the feathers over every inch of Harry's body, seemingly trying to catalogue every spot that made Harry gasp but paying particular attention to the spots that made him laugh, not just under his arms but his neck, chest, the inside of his elbow and behind his knee. His feet were also surprisingly ticklish and frequently had Harry shrieking. Not that it made much difference as the more they seemed to tickle him, the more ticklish he became until it felt like every inch of his body was overly sensitive.
Harry was gasping with laughter, fighting to catch his breath but determined to push through. He pleaded, although he didn't know what for, as the gentle, tickling sensation pushed through pleasure and just began to just skirt the edges of pain. It didn't help that he was embarrassingly aware of the effect his partner's attention was having on his body. He could feel his cock stretching against the tight confines of his pants, the damp material rubbing against his sensitive head every time he moved. It didn't help that the feathers were intermittently teasing places that Harry found intensely arousing such as his nipples and the crease between his arse and thigh. At one point Tom's feather had even snuck up beneath his pants to flick against the sensitive skin right near Harry's groin. That had caused him to groan out loud and buck up, looking for some kind of friction.
Tom and Severus never deviated from their task, however, and it wasn't long until Harry was openly sobbing and begging for relief.
"If you want us to stop you just need to say the word," Severus reminded him.
Harry shook his head in defiance. He knew what he needed to do and he wasn't about to give up because something was a little uncomfortable. He had certainly experienced worse than this before. It was more the fact that he was so fucking frustrated with himself that he couldn't cry when he wanted to. All he had to do was produce one damn tear.
A scream tore through him as he arched off the bed only to collapse back down with a heart wrenching sob of relief as he felt moisture well up in his eyes. Severus and Tom were on him like a shot, holding vials up to Harry's eyes to collect every precious tear that he spilled, not moving an inch until the last one fell.
"Well done Pet," Tom cooed, stroking his hair.
"Thank you," Harry whispered coarsely. "I'm sorry that it took so long."
"There is no need to apologise," Severus reassured him. "I am grateful for your gift. If you are comfortable giving me a semen sample as well now might be a good time."
Harry's cheeks flared bright red. "I do know if I'm ready for you to touch me directly and the thought of actually touching myself in front of you is a little embarrassing. I've fantasised about doing it but actually doing it is something very different. I," Harry trailed off.
Severus stroked Harry's face reassuringly. "You can say whatever is on your mind Little One, you need fear no judgement from us."
Harry flashed Severus a relieved smile. "It's just the idea of getting my, my cock out in front of you and actually doing that is embarrassing and a little bit daunting."
"That's understandable," Severus smiled, "but I imagine your confidence in your body and your ability to arouse us will only grow with time. For now would you like to deal with your problem on your own or would you like some help. I have yet to get a blood sample from you after all."
"What did you have in mind?" Harry queried.
"Well you seem to enjoy it a lot when Tom and I feed."
That caused Harry's arousal to spark again and he found himself quickly nodding in agreement.
Severus smiled and gave Harry a gentle kiss on the lips. "Now, would you like to do this the same as before or would you like to try something new."
Severus stroked the inside of Harry's thighs to let him know what he meant and Harry gulped.
"Um, new I think," Harry stuttered, causing Severus and Tom to smile at him indulgently.
"If you look like you're struggling for release will it be alright if we touch you?" Tom asked, clearly understanding that Harry was a little skittish with the situation.
"I suppose, yes, but the safe word still holds right?"
"Of course, Harry," Tom reassured him as Severus once more began to stroke his thigh causing Harry to completely forget what he was saying.
The first gentle touch of lips to his soft, sensitive skin had Harry gasping in both surprise and pleasure. He didn't have time to think too much about it, however, as lips began mapping each of his thighs, only to be followed by talent tongues that had Harry groaning and straining for more. The first scratch of teeth on his skin had Harry crying out in pleasure and the flood of pheromones that followed had his head swimming with desire and he was lost, aware of nothing but need and want and the few teasing touches that his partners gave him. He was whimpering pathetically but he was beyond caring; nothing mattered other than chasing down that sweet release.
There was a gentle stroke to the sensitive skin underneath his arse as someone carefully pulled the now soaking silk knickers over his straining cock. That sensation, along with the sudden blast of cool air that hit his cock as it sprung free from its confines was enough to push Harry over the edge as he screamed his release and fell into a sweet oblivion. He was vaguely aware of someone pouring a potion down his throat although he did feel the when his bonds were released, murmuring a tired thanks to the gentle hands that soothed his aching muscles. He thought he felt some cool edges of things, which a part of his brain told him might be important, and there was something warm and damp that passed over him but Harry couldn't quite bring himself to care, far too sated to do anything more than sleep.