WARNING!: Lemon… Please heed the warning… for your health and sanity. If it disturbs you, then yes, please go back.
"Geez mate, you spent most of the holiday with Bill working on that pyramid!" Ron groused one afternoon when he was just with his friend and no one else. Bill was in a meeting and the others were ahead checking out some molded sculptures in the middle of the desert.
Harry felt guilty leaving his friend most of the trip. "Sorry, it's a lot of fun. I've learnt a lot of new spells and a lot about curse-breaking."
"Yeah I gathered. It's alright. I suppose you and Bill would get along well. You've really changed though," Ron pointed out. "Not in a bad way mind you, I mean you're tanner, a little taller, and you seem a lot less shy."
"Being around your brother can do that," Harry said laughingly. "He's taught me quite a bit and pretty much replaced my entire wardrobe and glasses."
"It's nice to see, Harry. Don't let anyone tell you differently."
Harry beamed. "Thanks Ron."
"Seriously, it's nice to see my friends personality shine!" Ron did something strange and hugged him. Harry gaped but didn't pull away. He hugged the redhead.
"That means a lot Ron."
There was only ten days left and Harry would be leaving. It was kind of a depressing thought. He was so used to waking for morning, sometimes hands would be crawling all over him, other times a mouth would be waking him in gasps of pleasure.
He was going to miss reciprocating the actions and the simple touches Bill offered him. No one had ever done anything like that to him before. No one had ever simply hugged him or kissed his forehead. Bill taught him so much, showed him so much, and at a risk to himself.
Harry's thoughts were scattered as he stared at the Parsel Runic wall before him. They never did make it into the third corridor. They were still working on the dusty shiny gold objects that had all of the curse-breakers hopping around like small children.
He'd finished a third notebook filled with information, spells, and Potions recipes that probably never saw the light of day. There was so much history, Harry would never forget it. The intimate lives of the four founders were so much more interesting than the goblin wars Binn's droned on about.
Bill came up behind him, the shadow of the man consumed him, and hands began to slowly card through his raven hair. The man did this so very often that the excavation group quickly got used to it, though Farran gave him dirty glares often.
Nothing was said during this time. Carmella arched an eyebrow at them when Bill gazed over at the corner where Andrew had been pouring over a map with Lloyd. Farran much to Bill's amusement was hopping with jealousy. The blond had red staining his cheeks and Bill couldn't help but wonder how his pride felt that a thirteen-year-old got all his attention.
But Harry was no typical thirteen year old. Merlin, no. Bill forgot so many times only to have to be reminded several hours later. The redhead couldn't help but briefly think about how different it would be when Harry was gone.
It was going to take some getting used too. Bill was extremely used to waking up with the teen in his bed, sometimes the boy's body would be laying across him. He was such a cuddle bug. Chuckling quietly, he slipped his arms around Harry and squeezed him in a hug.
"What are you laughing at?" Harry asked enjoying the random hug.
"Liar," Harry drawled, feeling the man's hot breath against his neck.
"Am I?" Bill whispered into his ear.
"Well, okay, I'm laughing because of you."
"What did I do?" Harry asked back low enough so that no one else heard them.
Bill grinned. "Not in a mean way little raven. You know I'd never do that. I've really enjoyed having you here, Harry."
Harry's heart skipped and his stomach fluttered. "I've enjoyed being here very much."
"You're always welcome. You don't have to be with my family to come here, the invitation is always open to you and you alone," he whispered. "Don't forget it."
Harry smiled. "I won't."
Dinner with the entire Weasley family that evening consisted of wild and crazy fireworks set off by the twins. They were outside of Bill's cottage on picnic tables enjoying the display. Ron and Ginny wound up fighting with one another and Percy was sitting next to Harry with a book in his nose and every so often he glance up at the dispay of fireworks. Even he had been fascinated with them.
Harry was finishing his summer homework with Bill by his side. Mrs. Weasley was serving ice cream and talking about Hermione's stay in France.
It was the first time Harry heard his Muggleborn friend's name. "Argh, I hate Potions," he hissed throwing the quill down hastily.
Bill took his paper. "Potions was never an enjoyment of mine. I was in my last year of Hogwarts when Snape stepped in." He put one arm around Harry drawing him close. The teen rested his cheek against the man's chest.
"Wouldn't be so bad if he wasn't such a callous bastard," Harry murmured out of Mrs. Weasley's hearing. "He literally hates me, more than any other Gryffindor for that matter."
He placed it down and took up a quill. "You'll have to recopy this in your writing," he whispered getting a new sheet of parchment.
Harry blushed. "Thank you," he said burying his nose into the man's chest and watching him rewrite the essay.
When Harry got up to wash his hands and put his homework away he was so lost in thought that he hadn't heard Bill follow him inside until the man's front pressed against his back. "You've washed them enough, little raven," he said turning the taps off.
"Oh," Harry smiled listlessly. "I was in thought."
"I saw." He took a towel and wiped Harry's now very clean hands and gave him a soft kiss.
Harry hummed and shifted around so that he could get at Bill better. His fingers slipped up the man's loose fitting shirt while being held tightly by those strong arms. The kisses got deeper, Harry's hands slid around the man's back and glided affectionately up and down provoking a shiver in the process.
Bill licked along his neck around his ear and nibbling against the lobe, getting a quiet slavish moan. Harry ran the length of his back, gliding around his sides and arse. The more he indulged in touching Bill the sharper the bites became until his lips were being attacked and sucked vigorously until they were a cherry red.
When they parted, Bill cupped Harry's cheeks. "What were you thinking about?"
Harry laughed hoarsely. "I don't remember," he muttered squeezing Bill. "But I know what I'm thinking now," he began innocently.
Bill arched an eyebrow. "Do indulge me?" The colour rose in Harry's cheeks. It was the first time he'd been in embarrassed since the first time Bill touched him. "What is it?" He couldn't stand the colour, it was too attractive. He stroked the side of his hot cheeks.
"Take my virginity?"
Bill should have expected it. But he hadn't. The request was so simple, so, earnest. "Is that what you want?"
"There is no one else I would trust more than you, William," he said the man's real name getting a true smile from him. "I would like for you to take it from me."
"Such a request," Bill breathed and peppered the boy's lips tenderly. "How can I say no?"
"I hope not," Harry hummed.
There was movement outside and with their heart beating fast, Bill pushed away. Harry headed straight for the bathroom and glimpsed Ron coming through with leftovers.
"Mum says I have to hand wash the dishes with Ginny's help," he grumbled.
"Have at it little brother," Bill taunted. He was glad for the tan on his face and the ability to hide his own arousal even with tight fitting trousers.
When everyone was finally gone, Harry came out in a white fluffy towel wrapped securely around his body. His hair was dripping wet. He was about to go to his room for some pyjamas when a tug on the back of the towel sent him falling into Bill's back.
"No need for clothes when I'm going to yank them off anyway," Bill hissed into the teen's ear.
Bill was already shirtless and in black boxers, when Harry spun around to face him. He was led into the man's bedroom where the door was closed and locked.
The kisses began at the same time he was placed on the bed and the towel ripped from his body. Harry was left breathless, they were slower and more tender. Bill straddled Harry's naked body, kissing from his neck down his thin tan chest. No words needed ton be exchanged as Bill cast the Cleansing Spells on the teen's body.
He was used to the sudden tingly hollow feeling, and sighed out when Bill's mouth and tongue ran in circles along his belly button. His heart was racing fast as he handed himself fully over to Bill's hands. They treated him good, moving slow making him moan and whimper before he could muffle them. His body shivered when that tongue lapped across erection and a lubricated finger began to assault his entrance.
"Ohh…" Harry loved that feeling of invasion. He was a slave to it and found his hips shifting up against them. Two fingers were soon taking their place, working him into a wild frenzy.
All this time, Bill was watching, eyes glittering with arousal as he rubbed his cock and flicked his tongue across the smooth underside of Harry's. It was throbbing and hard to capacity. His arse was so tight and so sweet, it would take a lot no to slam inside impatiently. He looked way too beautiful under his submission, writhing in agonizing pleasure.
He slid his fingers up to the knuckles causing Harry to scream aloud and pant wantfully. His cock leaked signalling the pleasure Bill was sending through him.
Bill realized that Harry was the proper submissive in sex. Some people didn't like the feel and only did it to either try it or to please their partner. Erogenous zones were in different parts of people's bodies. To some it was uncomfortable and it hurt and to others it was like an agonizing bliss.
Bill loved it and he toyed with Harry touching him just like this when he was a little older. He would teach Harry everything he could. Make him get it all right. He reached up and took Harry's parting lips and sucked on them, their tongues met in a waging war that was lost on the raven's part. "Open your eyes, little raven… you are going to watch me…" Bill commanded huskily running his tongue across the boy's chin.
Harry's brilliant eyes opened as Bill comfortably settled between his legs and pulled his fingers free. "Mmm… more?" He purred shamelessly.
Grinning, Bill licked Harry's begging mouth. "You will get more, I promise, but you can't close your eyes."
"I won't," Harry hitched a breath when Bill's fingers began to smear the both of them with the lubricant. He sighed when Bill's fingers slipped in and out swift and brushing, teasing him thoroughly.
"You like that huh?"
Harry merely nodded, staring at Bill piteously.
"You want my cock?" Bill asked pressing kisses to the side of his mouth.
"Mhmm," Harry murmured.
"Well, then I guess I shouldn't deny you much longer, hm?"
"Insatiable as ever," Bill whispered. "But remember if I hurt you too bad, tell me okay? You're a little younger than I wish…"
Harry moaned and ran his hands up and down Bill's arms. "Please?"
Chuckling, Bill arched Harry's bum upwards and placed a pillow underneath. "Relax…" Gently, he massaged Harry's parted thighs and then his member, working him over while bracing himself for the initial contact. He knew it would be painful for Harry, but Bill also knew that he would do everything in his power to make it as less as possible. He didn't want to hear Harry scream with pain. He wanted to hear him scream in pleasure and bliss.
Harry whimpered aloud when Bill teased his entrance, rubbing the slick head tauntingly, gasping he rocked himself against man enjoying the sensitive nerves that shot its way like a jet up his body. When Bill penetrated him however, all of the initial pleasure drained and his gasp of pleasure became a gasp of stress. He forced his body to relax and bit sharply down on his lip when Bill's cock slowly slid it's way inside. At first it was like someone had taken a dull knife. It hurt, oh did it hurt. Harry clenched Bill's arms. He saw the man's mouth open slightly wide at the sensation. "Tell me?" Bill hissed.
"Keep going," Harry managed to work out.
That's not what Bill expected. Harry felt so good and hot, so unbelievably tight.
It took a few minutes of splitting pain, before it began to slowly ebb away and become bearable. Harry moaned when Bill's cock hit the proper nerves that those fingers barely touched upon.
"That's what I want to hear," Bill said hovering over Harry and driving himself all the way in, making the boy mew in whimper with a mixture of pain and pleasure.
"Ooh," Harry hummed at the width that was stretching him. When Bill began to pull back everything inside of Harry shuddered. He screamed out in painful delight. With every gentle thrust, Harry was sent back and forth into a world of pain and pleasure.
Dark red hair fluttered into his face and Bill's groans became an aphrodisiac that compelled Harry to mew for more. Their skin was already flaming hot with small beads of sweat. Harry slipped his arms around Bill's neck and pulled him down for a kiss as the sensation became a sudden need.
Bill held one slender leg with his forearm and drove himself slowly in and out of Harry's strangling entrance. Fuck, he'd not been with a virgin since he had been one. Harry's whimpers and moans that turned to pleasure gave Bill a silent demand to speed up. Harry felt and looked so perfect underneath him. He was genuinely beautiful in every way possible.
Groaning, Bill thrust in him a little sharper getting a shout of pain but then a sob of undying pleasure. He pressed kisses against Harry's leg that was propped up on him.
Harry's eyes remained open and seeing. Bill was above him, sending him surges of desire. The man's hand wrapped around Harry's cock and with every slam into his arse and every stroke the orgasm inside of Harry built up until the ropes of cum pooled from his combining screams of arousing intensity.
Bill fell forward, letting go of Harry's leg and blessed him with sloppy wet kisses as he continued to invade Harry, not letting him go just yet. This was the teen's first time and he'd be damned if the raven came only once while under him. His seed smeared across their stomach and chest. He slowed down so that he didn't explode inside of Harry, which he could have done easily at any given time considering the ring of tightened heat that assaulted him.
Harry feeling limp and hardly sober found his body responding once again to the sexual kisses placed on his mouth. Bill's delicious tongue slicing him and making his trembling body grind against his cock inside of him. With his arms wrapped around then man's neck he slowly worked against Bill, gasping and humming with fervor.
"Fuck… Harry… you are too tight," Bill barely managed to get out in a husky grit. He buried his face into his young lover's damp hair and wrapped a hand around the side of the teen's flesh, urging him to keep moving. He knew what he was doing, Harry's arousal shot back in full, the pain was almost non existent and what was left was a numbing sense of euphoria that sent both of them into another world.
Bill had many partners but he'd never had someone so intense… tight… or hot for that matter. He held Harry's curved hip, using his fingers to pull back the skin so that the movements were not obstructed as much and the bouncing continued until Harry was practically impaling himself on Bill, screaming and pulling on his hair.
"That's how you want it?" Bill chuckled roughly against his ear.
"But you're so tight, what if I hurt you?" He wanted too, oh did he, he wanted to slam his cock inside stretch Harry as far as he could and make those screams amplify.
"Voracious as always," Bill kissed him on the side of the mouth. "Let's switch position, you climb on top of me."
Harry's eyes were alight with a fire. He was stuck to the bed but not for long. Bill shifted on his side and landed on his back in the middle of the bed, he pulled Harry with him until he shakily manoeuvred on top. He could feel his arse burning, the lubrication was reapplied, placing his hands on the man's hard chest he sank down, his pulsing entrance taking Bill.
With a fiery cry, Harry worked himself on top of the man, rocking sweaty and furiously. He ignored the warning signs of pain and focused on the sizzling projections of desire that invaded.
Bill was seeing and feeling everything in absolute splendor. Harry's smooth flawless body on top of him, bouncing with vigor. He was so amazing this way. His small hands against Bill's chest, his moans and begging cries. He held Harry's waist and hips, every muscle moved and shifted in accordance to his cock, which complied under the teen's stretching skin. The boy's legs was straddled on both sides giving him an advantage. His messy hair and bright green eyes open. Bill pulled him down by the neck and splashed kisses across his sweet face.
"Oh, Bill… mmm…"
Bill's eyes rolled at the sound of his name coming out of that mouth. Such a pretty mouth it was. Sliding his hands back down, he gripped Harry's body stilling him on his cock and then before Harry had time to give out those beautiful protests, Bill's hips rose and he slammed up into Harry, knocking the breath out of the him and sending him flying forward onto his chest. Bill gained some speed pressing in on the lower part of Harry's spin and driving his organ so far in that Harry's pleasurable sobs reached a new height of volume and his cum spilled out again between their bodies. It was only then that Bill allowed his own body to release, pumping Harry full of his seed. The teen in question simply lay there, limp and breathing hard, while the sobs took him over.
"Little raven… loves me inside, huh?" Bill asked after he found a wave of air to breath on.
"Yes." Harry gurgled in Bill's ear. His cheeks were burning at that but he wasn't embarrassed.
"Perhaps we will lay here and not move," the redhead hummed, getting a soft shaky laugh from the raven boy on top of him.
"Not too sure if I can move," he confessed.
"You moved enough," Bill moaned and pulled Harry back for a kiss. "You are an intense person." Harry didn't understand what that meant and shrugged innocently. He was hardly conscious when Bill finally decided to clean the two of them and lay him in the folds of the covers. "Go to sleep little raven, I'll take care of you." It was the last thing he heard before everything drifted away from him.
The affects of the night before caught up to Harry then very next morning. His spine was vibrating with a splitting pain. His butt burned beyond recognition and he was so unbelievably tired the next morning. He latched onto Bill during his sleep, refusing to let him go.
Bill awoke to an arm full of Harry, though he didn't mind. But the time told him that the Excavation Team would be there in an hour and he didn't think the teen would be able to move. He brushed Harry's hair out of the way and stared down at his softly breathing figure.
He hoped that Harry wouldn't be sick this morning. He remembered his first time on the bottom and grimaced at said memory. He'd thrown up all the next morning and couldn't eat anything for two days. But then again he had been with an inexperienced bastard. That was perhaps what made Bill never regret taking Harry's virginity at such a young age. He wouldn't have to go through a cold partner who only thought about his own pleasure. If Harry awoke sick, Bill wasn't leaving his side.
No, he wasn't going to work today. Gently, he lifted Harry's figure and lay him into the pillows before extracting himself quietly as possible. He flicked his wand dressing himself immediately. He closed his bedroom door back at the exact same time the crew knocked at his door.
He let them in and headed for the kitchen. "A little late on rising aren't we?" Lloyd teased.
"Quite, Harry is sick and I'm not going."
"What's wrong with him?" Andrew asked concerned.
"Nothing sleep and staying off his feet won't cure," he said by way of answer. "I'm not leaving him here by himself all day."
"If he's sleeping he'll be fine," Farran said grudgingly. "Besides can't your mother come and take care of him?"
"No," Bill said pouring the coffee for him and everyone. "Andrew, I take it you know how to open the pyramid?"
"Yes, I've rather mastered Harry's little art of that one word," he said thanking him for the cup. "Will be invaluable for the future."
"Shall I check on him?" Carmella suggested.
"No, just leave him to rest. That's about all he can do right now. You can get along fine without me for a day I'm sure."
"Well, I hope the little guy feels better, I like him Bill, he's got character!" Lloyd crowed taking a hot muffin. "I think I see a curse-breaking career in the future. He's resilient!"
Bill laughed. "Who knows what he'll want."
"Are you sure you can't just leave him here to sleep?" Farran groused. "What will you do all day?"
"This and that. Don't worry about me, I'm not the one confined to the bed right now. My brothers were a little rough on him last night. I think they slipped a prank in his food and it went too far," He lied perfectly.
"The twins?" Andrew asked grinning. "I remember them!"
"How can you not?" Bill asked. "No one will ever forget Fred and George and leaving him under the tender mercy of my mother is a no no. He'll never forgive me."
He saw the team out the door. Farran flashed him a look. "Later?"
"Later what?" Bill asked oblivious. Carmella smirked at him but Andrew was frowning.
"You and I?"
Sighing, didn't the man get it? "No, Farran, good luck today." He shut the door and rolled his eyes. "Whore," he muttered retreating back to his room.
When Harry finally awoke, he felt a little delirious. A warm hand pressed to his forehead signalled that he was no longer laying on top of the redhead.
"Good morning, little raven. How are you feeling?"
Harry peeled his eyes open and looked up into the lines of concern on Bill's handsome face. "I'm fine," he said softly. He was experiencing a lot of burning and splitting pain along with a cracked feeling spine but otherwise he was great. "Don't you have work?"
"Nope, I told them to go ahead without me. I wasn't leaving you here by yourself," Bill replied. He brushed the covers out of the way and ran his hand down the teen's chest. "You sure you don't feel sick?"
Harry shook his head. "Just burning and a bit of pain though I kind of expected that. I don't feel sick."
Bill breathed in relief. "Good, I was worried." Harry shifted on his side and giggled when Bill's fingertips grazed his side. "You are so young. I didn't know what kind of affect I would have on you."
"How old were you?"
Bill slipped further onto the bed against the headboard and Harry curled up in his arms and wrapped his legs around him. "I was fourteen and the guy was a prick. It was a bad experience. It wasn't until my second experience that I realized this at the time though."
"You were only a year older than me."
"Yes and that was why I was worried. I was ill the next day, I couldn't stop throwing up and I refused food for days."
"I don't feel bad," Harry said rising up to kiss the caring man on the cheek. He knew that he made the perfect decision to have Bill take his virginity. He could never be harmed in those handsome hands. He trusted them.
Bill cupped Harry's chin and kissed his lips and ear softly. The Gryffindor's skin was so silky under his touch. He couldn't get over how snug the skin was to his form, whenever he sucked against his sweet neck, he'd have to pull up the skin only for it to snap back away from him.
Harry's hands disappeared inside of the loose fitting shirt and circled across those tight muscles. To touch them was an experience of it's own. The man was a gorgeous Adonis, he was pure sin.
"It would be a pleasure to touch you again," Bill hummed into Harry's ear.
He responded by sliding down and squeezing his cock through his clothes.
Instead of spending his day taking care of an ill Harry Potter, he wound up touching, kissing, and tasting him. He started slow with a bath that the two fit quite perfectly in, considering it's size. Harry's slender form settled nicely between his legs and then it moved from there back to the bedroom, where the boy's shameless demands filled his senses.
Harry glimpsed the Daily Prophet in front of Bill. "Sirius Black?" He asked shifting closer.
Bill sighed and flipped it forward. "Yes, Sirius Black."
"He broke out of that prison?"
"Yes," Bill frowned and watched Harry read the article. "He's very dangerous. You- uhm - Voldemort's follower." If a thirteen-year-old could say Voldemort's name, he was going too.
Harry snagged the paper from Bill's grip. "Really? What did he break out of prison for?"
Bill tensed at Harry's question. He had promised the boy he would never lie to him. "Well, it was rumoured that Sirius Black was a very close supporter - the point of knowing most of his plans. Black was the first person to ever break out of prison without the use of magic-"
"Stop stalling William!" Harry snapped knowing very well what he was doing. "What did he break out for?"
Bill sighed. "You."
For a moment Harry was stunned by the announcement but then he thought about it and shrugged. "Oh well, I've had worse." He handed the paper back to a gaping redhead.
"Harry, this man is dangerous-"
"I'm sure he's very dangerous, Will," Harry said as a matter of factly. "But you seem to forget that I had a teacher with Voldemort on the back of his head after me when I was eleven. I'm not even remotely scared of the git. Besides, I'll be at Hogwarts, right? Oh and I learned a nifty amount of hexes that I could practice if he comes near."
Ever since Bill took his virginity he'd used the name Will instead of Bill and it only occurred to the older man to not mind one single bit.
Bill smiled lightly. "Yes that's true. But I worry." He thought about all the stuff Harry learnt from them and was a little more relieved. But it still bothered him. Some madman after Harry. He'd overheard his dad telling his brother's to watch Harry carefully when they returned. His father never worried unless there was a valid reason and this - was definitely a reason.
"No need, I'm sure I'll survive the year." Harry clucked his tongue playfully and stole the last bit of grapefruit from Bill's plate.
"Brat," he teased humorously and passed the sugar to him.
It took all of Harry's will to not cry the morning he and the Weasleys were to leave. Bill and Harry stood in the sitting room in a tight embrace. Harry had been lifted off the ground with his legs wrapped firmly around the man's waist and his face buried into his neck.
"I will see you soon, little raven." Bill loathed to admit how sad he was feeling right now. A strange emptiness sunk in his stomach.
Harry didn't trust himself to talk so instead he kissed Bill on the ear. "William," he hummed.
Smiling, Bill pulled back and brushed his fingers along the teen's jaw line. "We better go, we can't be caught like this."
Harry laughed hesitantly and nodded. "True."
Bill kissed him goodbye, soft and slow they sunk into one another with a severe intensity. "Be safe."
"M'k." Harry slipped down back to the ground only to be kissed again in a strangely desperate way.
Bill had his hand on the back of Harry's neck as they left the cottage. Harry's luggage had already been sent on so that it could be shrunken.
Mrs. Weasley saw them coming. "There you are! I was just coming to get you two."
"Sorry mum. I was giving Harry a few books on Ancient Runes, I forgot to dig out," Bill said hugging her.
No one but Mr. Weasley noticed that Bill's latch on Harry remained throughout the goodbye hugs. No one but Mr. Weasley noticed, Harry unconsciously leaning into Bill or the flash of pain flaring in both their eyes.
It took a lot of Harry's energy to step away from Bill and his presence. He did it without arousing suspicion and smiled when Ron's arm went around him.
"See you guys later, perhaps Christmas, I'll make a surprise visit."
"Oh that would be lovely!" Mrs. Weasley squealed with delight.
Mr. Weasley saw his words were directed toward Harry, his son's eyes wouldn't leave the boy's green ones.
When they were gone, Bill glowered at himself and crossed his arms over his chest. Why did he suddenly feel like something was missing?
It wasn't as if Bill loved him. He was thirteen. He cared about Harry, infinitely so and the attachment may have been stronger than he had expected. But it didn't make sense why Bill felt the way he did. He would ignore it. He'd see Harry again.
It wasn't over. Not by a long shot, his little raven wouldn't elude him for long.
A/N: This story was never really meant to go for very long. It was something fun to write for no other reason than to see how far I could take it. I wrote this along with Incorrigible and I didn't dare make this a long chaptered story. This was going to originally be a one-shot but it turned into more. The OC's weren't meant to do anything more than to enhance Bill and Harry's closeness with one another and to secure Bill's thoughts. I don't usually write pointless smut but I wanted to give it a go and I hope I did with taste. As for a sequel, uhm, well I want to explore other pairings before I think of that. Lol - Okay too long. Bubye!