Not an Angel

“It’s the best sport out there,” Harry said, leaning in as if to say something scandalous. “And it’s the only one on broomsticks!” He laughed and leaned back again. “Destiny made you a slayer, huh? I guess we’re both the unlucky ones, then.”

There were long moments of touching and exploring, feeling the heat growing between them. When the hunter pulled back, he was struck with the intense way he looked deeply into his eyes. He wondered if the man knew who he was under the mask. Was it someone who knew him from his eyes. He searched the other’s as well, trying to guess if they knew each other. If they had done this before. He shook his head lightly. He didn’t want to guess. He wanted to exist in this world at that moment. This was Hunter and he was ready to be caught. “Do you? Hmm…” He pulled back some toward the trunk of the tree, voice growing playful and seductive. “How do you want me Hunter? What part of this body do you want?” He dragged a hand down his bare torso slowly before lifting his short rough muslin skirt to expose his hardening length, which he stroked lazily. “This?” His hand continued around his hip disappearing between his cheeks. “This?” After a moment and a low breathy moan, the hand reappeared and climbed back up his torso until he was able to suck a finger into his mouth, making a show of hollowing his cheeks and fallating his own finger. “Or this?” 

Satine chuckled lightly as she watched the other take her hand and place that kiss to it, admiring the smoothness of the other as he did it. “Though perhaps seeing you a little out of control might be a little fun, I’ll admit.” She teased before she seemed to give a soft pleased litlte sound at those words. “My, you are very charming, arn’t you, Mister Hunter.” She teased as she brushued her knee against the others leg. “Bet you charm all the ladies with such words.”

“I’ve got another match in a few weeks,” Harry said. “You’re more than welcome to come watch.” He picked up his glass and took a sip. “I hate that the world is a place where we need Aurors, but it seems like it’s where I can make the most impact.” He shrugged. “What got you into… doing what you do?”

He was about to comment about the spot being a perfect place to explore those desires when suddenly he was being spun around and pulled into a forceful kiss. He immediately returned the passion, kissing back wantonly. He reached hands up to cup his cheeks. His headdress fell backward off his head, but he paid it no mind. He only cared for those lips on his, tongue exploring… body yearning. “Desire you brave hunter. Need you.” 

When the other man let the topic of werewolves drop, Harry figured he would do the same. Better to just have a good time and enjoy the party. “Oh man, you’d love Quidditch if you ever get the chance to see a match. I just played earlier, so it’ll have to be another day. Makes sense that you’d run into Aurors, though, considering your line of work. I’m working my way up to that myself.”

“Don’t worry my powerful friend, you’ll have it. My cock, my ass, my mouth, my hands… anything you desire. The harvest is a time of desires Hunter. Let me see to yours.” He turned over his shoulder to smile seductively at him. “Over there.” He pointed to an old weeping willow with dense hanging branches. With any luck they would have it all to themselves. When they got there he pulled aside the branches to expose the secret spot safe underneath. 

The hunter had an excellent idea and he knew just the place. But first… he took the man’s hand bringing his fingers to his mouth sucking on the index finger before taking the whole hand and trailing it down his chest until it was covering his hardening length. He held the man’s eye contact the whole time only breaking when he stepped away. He held onto the hand though as he led them out to a small courtyard out a side door. 

“Well, you must not have met many werewolves, then,” Harry retorted. Or you didn’t give them a chance to prove themselves, he added silently to himself. “I’m not that good at making potions myself, but they really work a wonder when you need them to,” he explained. “Yeah. Quidditch is the most exciting way to ride a broomstick. I’m guessing you’ve never seen a match?”

Satine just pressed her lips together as she tilted her head as her eyes followed the other bowing in front of her like that- amused as hell at the move. “You’re most welcome, handsome.” She purred, a hand reaching up to brush along his shoulder and moving down the others chest, over where his heart would be. “I would greatly appreciate it if you didn’t big guy.  I’m even tempted to say I’d give you a reward if you didn’t.” She teased before her hand dropped away. “Having a good night then?”

The pagan chuckled lightly deep in his chest as he looked down. “Well, you ‘liking’ me is not a mystery is it. Your body gives you away.” He shuddered a little at the warm caress of the other’s breath on his ear and neck. “Did I? Mmm, that makes me very pleased. I do like a bit of attention.” When Hunter yet again licked his lips, the pagan’s body started to give away secrets too. Being nearly naked it was impossible to hide.

“Madam” There’s an easy light laugh at that, her lips turning up at the politeness with tilt of her head. “Satine. The Sparkling Diamond. A pleasure to meet you, Mister Hunter.”  She said easily enough, lowering her drink to the bar as she turned her body completely to the other, enjoying the feeling of those eyes all over hers. “And either way, I adore the sight of those pants on you- however you wish to talk about them.” After all, they made the others ass and crotch look god damn godly if the little drop of Satine’s eyes along the others body was anything to go by.  “Though now I am wondering whatever you’re going to do if you find someone dressed as a vampire tonight.  Though a fight might make the night that much more entertaining.” They mused, giving a little challaneging smirk. 

The pagan’s eyes went to those lips as a pink tongue peaked out to moisten them. As the man made room closer to his body, he stepped into the space reaching out to just barely drag a finger tip along the seam of his shirt at the shoulder. “Hmm… Hunter… A name and a profession I think.” He quirked an eyebrow in question. “My name? I think that will have to be one of those mysteries. Not all have names do they?” He smiled beatifically. “Besides I do not think that you will have to work too hard to get my attention, Hunter.”  

“I hope you only attack the vampires and werewolves who are a danger to others,” Harry said, trying to keep the judgment out of his voice, but he wasn’t fully successful. “Not all werewolves are bad. There are potions that can help them.” He pulled out his wand and spun it between his fingers. “This works a lot better and has a lot more to it than a pistol. But I’m tired of fighting evil. I’d really rather just play a good game of Quidditch.”

The growl of a voice beside him caught his attention. The pirate shifted slightly, his rum held in one hand, to appraise the mysterious new arrival. His lips pursed in confusion. “Those are some odd looking weapons you have there. Are you planning on building a small fence and getting very thirsty along the way?” he asked, curious and smirking all at once.

“You may think what you want,” she said simply with a dead pan face, “Makes no different to me. “Monsters? And what are we looking for in these monsters?”

“All right, all right,” Harry said, holding up his hands in surrender. “I didn’t mean it like that. Sorry.” He took a long sip of his drink before setting it back down on the table. “So, tell me more about yourself, Hunter. Looks like you’ve got something against vampires?” he added, waving down at the stakes along the man’s waist.