Title: Ride Out the Storm
Author: eeyore9990
Characters/Pairings: Charlie/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Kinks/Themes Chosen: biting, hair pulling, ceraunophilia: arousal by thunder and lightning/storms
Other Warnings: Completely lacking in even a hint of plot. AKA, whee! Smut!
Word Count: 1150
Summary/Description: Charlie has grown fond of storms.
Author's Notes: Happy Birthday to leela_cat! And also, thank you modly ones for such AWESOME prompts. Yum!

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It wasn't until the first drop of rain landed on Charlie's skin that he realized the day had gone prematurely dark. Looking up, he watched the clouds swirl dangerously overhead, and one corner of his mouth began stretching upward.

"Boys," he shouted to be heard over the rising wind, "I think it's time to wrap this up."

Charlie and his team of four rushed to get the enclosure secured, all the while being mindful of the nesting mother watching them with wings unfurled, her talons digging furrows into the ground beneath her. When the last rock was in place, the five dragon keepers took up positions equidistant from one another and uttered the spells that would keep the enclosure safe from the prying eyes of random Muggles. No power on earth would keep the Muggles safe from the dragon other than a healthy dose of caution, which most Muggles—and wizards—appeared to be born without.

Rain was pounding down by the time Charlie got back to the Reserve's main camp. Bypassing the dining hall, he hurried in the direction of his small cabin. Food he could have any hour of the day; storms like this didn't come along very often.

The sight that met him when he entered his cabin took his breath away; the hair on his arms and the back of his neck stood up, his whole body electrified and focused on the man pacing through the room.

Draco's fingers were scratching at his arms which were crossed in front of him. As he paced, his eyes—the pupils blown so wide there was barely a trace of his irises—darted around the room, searching dark corners and latching onto the slightest movement in the shadows. His hair was a mess from being tugged at and having his fingers run through it. He looked the perfect picture of paranoia but for one detail.

His trousers bulged obscenely from his groin, a small damp patch growing with each rumble of thunder in the distance. A flash of lightning lit the room so bright that Charlie had to raise his hand to shield his eyes. Seconds later, his roommate was wrapped around him, literally humping his leg.

"Charlie," Draco mumbled, his face rubbing against the wet material of Charlie's shirt. "Charlie, Charlie, Charlie."

Charlie's eyes slid closed, and he fell back against the door, letting Draco crawl all over him. Fingers wound as tight as possible in his short hair, tugging on it, pulling his head back to such an angle that breathing became difficult, but that didn't matter because Draco was biting him, sinking his teeth into the large muscle of his shoulder. Charlie's next breath came out a desperate wheeze, and he grabbed Draco by the hips, hauling him up until those long legs were wrapped around him.

"Charlie."

Charlie hissed as Draco's teeth found his neck, biting so hard he felt a trickle of blood slide along his skin. Lightning flashed again and they went down, Charlie's knees buckling under the wash of pleasure when Draco's cock nudged against his. They landed in an ungraceful heap, but neither cared… or rather Charlie didn't care and it was unlikely Draco even noticed.

His name a keening chant—"Charlie, Charlie, Charlie"—he could barely hold it together long enough to free his wand from its holster. Their clothes were gone in a flash of yellow light that did nothing to calm Draco's frantic movements. Draco's fingers pulled and twisted in his hair until Charlie's scalp was tingling with pain-pleasure. Draco sat up, dragging Charlie with him by the hair.

There was just enough time for Charlie to perform a stretching and lubrication spell before Draco was slamming down onto his cock, forcing shouts of pleasure from them both. Charlie grabbed Draco's hips, stopping him in midair, holding him up even as Draco fought against his grip. The wriggling of Draco around his cock nearly broke Charlie's will, but he held on.

Rolling them both over, he grunted when Draco's fist came free, strands of short red hair still clenched in his fingers. He pinned that wrist above Draco's head with one hand and used the other as a clamp over Draco's chest, holding him bodily to the floor. Draco's hips snapped upward with every noise, every bright flash of light from outside the cabin.

Charlie slowly rocked his hips, pressing into Draco until his throat began to close up from the pure pleasure of having all that writhing, clenching heat surrounding him. "Shh, baby," he whispered into Draco's ear. "Shh, I've got you."

In reply, Draco's teeth snapped together so close to his cheek that Charlie felt the wet brush of them against his skin. Burying his face in the crook of Draco's neck—to lick and suck at the sensitive skin there as well as to protect himself from Draco's sharp teeth—he pulled out and slammed back in, the brutality of his thrust met with a shout of pleasure that made his ears ring.

"Charlie!" Draco writhed against him, his cock pressing stiff and wet against Charlie's stomach. "Charlie!" Draco's head thumped against the wooden floorboards, and without thinking, Charlie moved one hand to cushion the back of Draco's head.

The entire cabin rattled with the next clap of thunder.

If Draco had been wild with lust before, it was nothing to how berserk he became then. He slammed his hips up against Charlie's over and over, the movements frantic and jerky. Charlie met him thrust for thrust, barely capable himself of holding onto enough control to keep from hurting them both.

Their movements were completely uncoordinated and sloppy, but the backdrop of the storm drove them on, pushing them higher and higher until Draco's heels began drumming against the back of Charlie's thighs hard enough to leave bruises and he shrieked out his orgasm to the universe at large… which responded with a series of ever-louder thunderclaps.

Charlie pushed up onto his hands, using the blindingly bright lightning to watch Draco's face contort with pleasure. The sight alone was enough to send him spiralling over the edge. Lowering his head, he thrust with each pulse of his orgasm, extending both of their pleasure until he became too sensitive.

Collapsing against Draco, he turned his head and mumbled with lips gone numb, "You okay?"

Draco's body trembled with every ragged breath, but for the first time since Charlie had entered their cabin, he seemed capable of coherent thought. "Yes. Now."

A rumble of thunder from outside made them both hiss, and Charlie rolled over, pulling Draco with him. "It's going to be a long one."

Licking at the still-tender teeth marks in Charlie's shoulder, Draco said, "I'm up for it if you are."

He'd be exhausted in the morning, he knew, but there was no way Charlie would turn down an opportunity to ride out this storm.