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@ 2008-12-06 11:46:00
|Entry tags:||2008, character: charlie weasley, character: draco malfoy, character: harry potter, fic|
Fic: Dragon Handlers (Harry/Charlie/Draco, NC-17) for the community
Recipient: The Community
Title: Dragon Handlers
Pairing(s):Harry/Draco, Charlie/Draco, Charlie/Harry/Draco
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended. All characters engaging in sexual activity are 16 years or older.
Summary: Draco comes to Romania. The whole trip proves to be much different from what Draco imagined.
Warnings: Slash, spanking, threesome, bondage, light D/S
Author's Notes:And the great thanks goes to W. There would be no story without her. She kicked me through my depression and made me write. Thanks to my two other Greatest betas for their patience and time they spent correcting my story.
It was a particularly bad day, but not weather-wise. No, the weather was, ironically, very pleasant. The evening was warm and nice, but the death of his girl was something that made Harry hate this particular day more than anything. He felt so helpless, and even though he knew that Daisy was going to die, he couldn't stop the memories of the war coming back to him when he felt as helpless as he did today.
Thankfully it was all in the past, and even though he'd been very attached to Daisy, she wasn't a friend, a teacher or a fellow wizard. She was an old Dragon who had suffered for long time, and eventually died peacefully in her sleep. It seemed that death followed him everywhere. He had left England and the past filled with death of humans; only to come to Romania and work with the old, dying dragons. Of the two evils, he preferred the second one.
There were times when he missed his friends, his carefree life and the fact that his name opened almost every door, but with every step he had been reminded how many people died.
So he ended up here, in the middle of the Romanian mountains, living in a small commune with his best friend's brother, Charlie, working with dragons. In a place where he was only Harry and not "the boy who lived".
Thank Merlin for Charlie and his constant presence. The thought of Charlie instantly made him feel slightly lighter. Harry passed the first of the few houses in the vicinity and went in the direction of a small pub. The beer, or maybe something a bit stronger should make him feel better, and Charlie was probably already waiting for him.
Harry combed his hair with fingers and entered the smoky pub, immediately spotting the familiar red mop of hair. He walked in its direction but then stopped dead in his tracks; sure that the ghosts of the past finally came to haunt him even here.
He would recognise that hair colour anywhere, he saw it too often in his nightmares soaked with crimson blood. What the fuck was Malfoy doing in here?
Just then, Charlie saw him and nodded his head at him with a smile.
'Ah, here he is.' Harry heard Charlie speak and saw Malfoy turn his head. Harry saw the blond's mask of indifference slip only for a moment, but Malfoy was undoubtedly thunder struck .
'Malfoy.' Harry nodded his head.
The blond's mask was back in place, along with the trademark I-am-so-much-better-than-thou-smirk. 'Potter.'
It was typical, really. Just when something unpleasant had happened, life usually stored something much worse for him. Harry stared into maliciously glistening, grey irises, but soon Malfoy had turned back to Charlie, ignoring him.
'You could have told me that the person we were waiting for was Potter,' Draco said through the clenched teeth. Charlie reached for Harry and pulled him to sit beside him. Harry squeezed the warm hand.
'That would have inevitably spoiled the surprise.' Charlie smiled brightly. 'I really hope it won't change your plans, Draco.' Charlie looked at the blond and then turned to Harry. 'To bring you up to date, Draco is in Romania visiting relatives and I invited him a few years ago to come here and visit me any time. He finally decided to take me up on my offer.' After these words, Charlie looked at Draco and winked. ' I hope Harry you don't mind, him staying at our place.'
Harry shook off the feeling that something must have been terribly wrong with Charlie winking at Draco Malfoy.
'Well, sure.' He sighed, not convinced at all.
After two beers, it wasn't hard to get back to the old roles of two guys who hated each other's guts. An insult here, a snide remark there and Harry was feeling almost comfortable. After the third beer, Harry felt his arsenal of insults run down and he limited himself to listening to the friendly talk that Draco and Charlie shared, which gave him a good opportunity to observe the blond.
As always, he was cute as hell, impeccably dressed, and completely ignoring Harry at this point. It seemed the only person in Malfoy's word was Charlie, who, as he always did, when confronted with a nice piece of arse, smiled mischievously. Malfoy remained oblivious to Charlie's attitude.
They obviously knew each other well, and liked one another as well because Malfoy seemed almost relaxed.
Harry thought back to the times when he considered Draco a spoiled, rotten child of a Death Eater, a nasty snake and a malicious prick, but then the hell had frozen over and he had to change this opinion. Malfoy turned out to be the spoiled rotten child who saved his arse, plus he was the nasty Slytherin who changed sides to save his own arse. And now, he was a malicious prick whom Charlie seemed to fancy.
Harry cursed; he should drink another beer to numb this train of thoughts, but with Malfoy around, one should always be cautious and sober.
His observation of Malfoy was giving Harry the very unpleasant feeling of something swelling up in his stomach; something disturbingly akin to indigestion. He snorted out of the blue, thinking it was Malfoy-poisoning, which earned him a strange look from Charlie and a disgusted one from Draco.
Shortly before midnight, they decided to go home.
When they stepped out the pub, before anyone could react, a fist swished through the air and with an unhealthy crack connected with the pale face. Harry smiled as he shook his hand out and massaged his knuckles.
'Now I feel much better,' said Harry merrily.
'Are you mad, Potter?' Malfoy snarled through his hand from under which trickled rivulets of blood.
'It's for all those fucking years,' Harry called, a lopsided smile on his face.
'Harry!' Charlie exclaimed.
'Stay out of it, Charlie,' Harry warned. 'I've always wanted to do that.'
'He helped us for Merlin's sake!' Charlie reasoned, his voice strong and firm, but slightly panicked.
'But he still is an annoying, spoiled, Slytherin prick and I finally didn't have a reason not to do it.'
'You are out of your mind, Potter!' In a blink of an eye, Harry saw Malfoy taming the bleeding with a spell.
'Sorry, Draco…' Charlie started, but Malfoy stopped him.
'Shut up, Weasley. I'm obviously not welcome here. Potter seems to still be the ugly, self-centred Gryffindor freak he has always been.'
Charlie looked at Harry with a you-will-regret-it look.
'Oh no, Malfoy!' Harry felt anger bubbling inside him . 'You are going to stay with us because I don't want to feel his wrath for spoiling your visit.' He said pointing at Charlie.
'And he is sleeping in your bedroom,' Charlie added calmly.
'What?' That was enough. He hated when Charlie treated him like a kid. Harry fought the urge to stamp his foot. 'I'm not sharing my room with him!'
'Grow up, Potter.' Malfoy had the decency to smirk at him.
The dark-haired man looked at Charlie and decided that continuing this argument was pointless.
'Fine.' He sighed, defeated. Only Charlie could make him feel completely overpowered. 'Let's go.' Harry strolled in the direction of the house they lived in.
'One more thing,' Harry heard Malfoy speak. 'Hey, Potter!'
Harry turned around, only to feel a pain in the centre of his face when the other wizard's fist connected with his nose. Harry tripped over something and, falling on his arse, cursed under his breath and looked at the men standing above him smirking. Now that was simply creepy.
Charlie changed his smirk into a warm smile and helped Harry up from the ground.
'You deserved that, you know.' They started to march in the direction of the small house.
'Get lost!' replied Harry holding his nose.
In no time, they were sitting in a cozy looking living room on the worn couch making plans for tomorrow. Well, it was mainly Charlie who did all the planning, so Harry ended up being asked, or rather commanded, to take Draco for a little tour to the Dragon Training Centre where Charlie worked. Harry, unfortunately, had a free day, so he had no reason to refuse. He agreed but not without displaying his feelings in a pout and the sourest look he could call up on his face.
'Oh come on, you will see the “black beauty" that they're sending tomorrow from Poland. Besides, I thought you two had some kind of understanding,' Charlie said, amused.
'Surprise, surprise,' Malfoy snorted.
'Shut up, Malfoy,' Potter snapped. 'Charlie, calling it understanding is inadequate, it was a truce, nothing more, and for the war only.' Harry explained, trying to stay calm, which was hard knowing that Malfoy was treating him like he didn't exist.
'Peace, truce, it doesn't matter. You don't hit someone who saved your life.'
Ouch, that hurt. It was true, but... Harry looked at Draco, who only shrugged and went back to studying various photos of dragons that were scattered all over the place.
Harry was lost for words. He had punched Draco because it felt like the right thing to do at the time. There hadn't been any good time for it in the past, and really Malfoy deserved it. Besides it helped with the unpleasant “Malfoy poisoning".
For few more moments, he studied the perfectly sculpted body of their guest. It was hard to decide what he thought about Malfoy now. He was spoiled rotten and a filthy rich skunk for sure, but he saved Harry's life, helped bring other Death Eaters to justice, and was obviously on friendly terms with Charlie. And, Harry had hit him. Fuck but that sounded like something completely stupid and childish right now.
'Sorry Malfoy,' Harry mumbled. The blond ignored him which made Harry grind his teeth. 'I'm going to sleep, Charlie, I'm dead tired. Night.'
Even though he was tired, Harry couldn't sleep because of the thoughts speeding through his head. Memories of Hogwarts, war, post-war insanity... He had come here to Romania to run away. Here, he was only Harry, only a guy who needed to sweat his earnings. Then suddenly, Malfoy showed up and his past crashed down into his shelter.
Malfoy. The name carried so many meanings, memories, mainly the bad ones. Except for one, the memory that was blurry and partial and he didn't know how to feel about it.
It was the final battle. Malfoy was standing alongside members of the Order, fighting with the side of Light. Then an explosion. Harry remembered platinum hair soaking in crimson blood, and then everything disappeared in darkness.
When he woke up, no one told him anything and he didn't ask. He came back into the centre of the fight and finally defeated Voldemort, becoming The-Boy-Who-Lived-Again.
It was much later that Harry found out that Malfoy saved his arse. Too late for saying "thank you," and at this point he didn't care. He would have to talk with Malfoy tomorrow, if Malfoy would be willing to listen.
Harry heard the door to the other bedroom close, signalling that the blond had left the living room. He lazily padded to the room and found Charlie, who had already transfigured the sofa into a bed and was getting ready to sleep.
'I suppose you'd rather sleep in your bedroom, right?' Asked Harry sitting on the bed 'It' wouldn't be good if dragons felt any magic on you.' He yawned and scratched his head. 'You were completely unfair, by the way.'
'Pot, kettle.' Charlie smiled.
'Oh please! He made my school life a living hell,' Harry argued.
'He saved your life.'
'That's not the point!' Harry huffed, frustrated. 'And you treat me like a child.'
'You act like one.' Charlie ruffled Harry's hair.
Harry sighed, resigned.
'Doesn't matter. I want to hear the story tomorrow because my imagination can't help when I wonder how a Weasley and a Malfoy got together.'
'War does things to people.' Charlie smiled enigmatically.
'True. Night, Charlie.'
Harry arranged himself on the transfigured bed and, surprisingly, almost immediately, fell asleep.
Sometime during the night, Harry woke up to the heavenly feeling of having his cock inside a hot, wet mouth. Mmmm, it was either a nice dream, or Charlie had decided to prove he didn't treat him like a kid at all. The green-eyed man shamelessly enjoyed the feeling of a tongue circling the head and then licking him from base to tip. He shivered. He tried to stay as quiet as possible, biting his lip, while the wicked tongue licked him in every possible way. The task became even harder when the mouth suddenly started placing butterfly kisses all over his shaft, only to swallow him whole the next moment.
He couldn't help moaning. 'Mmmm, Charlie'
Suddenly, the mouth was gone, and one of the lamps flicked to life.
Grey eyes looked at him over his erection, bewildered, and Harry allowed himself to smirk.
The hot, skilled mouth belonged to Draco Malfoy.
It was humiliating, really. Draco made the mistake of his life. He mistook Harry Potter for Charlie Weasley. Pathetic.
Draco looked into the green, very cattish eyes that watched him curiously. He couldn't have been in a more uncomfortable position. Hovering inches over Potter's erect prick, a really nice one, but Potter's anyway. He had to save the face, and to do it he had to play the situation right.
'I'm sure, I'm so much better than him.' Yup, turn the cards, get some sex and you can always Obliviate Potter later.
'Oooh, really?' Potter smirked at him.
Draco had to admit, even if only to himself, that Potter looked good like that. Not as good as Charlie of course, but good anyway.
'I'll show you a proper Oooh.' Draco brushed his finger along the scar marring Potters right thigh and, looking straight into the green eyes, licked his lips.
Potter's breath hitched and instantly changed into murmur when Draco came back where he left, his mouth swallowing Potter's cock.
'Fuck' Potter groaned and Draco, feeling the wave of magic – probably a silencing ward - wash about him, doubled his efforts and ministrations.
He had Potter just where he'd always wanted: underneath him, with complete control over him and surprisingly, the only thing Draco could think of, was Potter holding his head and fucking his mouth. Draco swirled his tongue as the excitement danced and burned inside him.
'My God, Malfoy' Potter groaned and Draco felt a wave of heat go straight into his groin. He grazed his teeth lightly over the pulsing shaft and Potter gasped 'Just… like… that'
It was completely inappropriate, he didn't even like Potter! Well, but he didn't have to like him to sleep with him, right?
Draco shivered when he felt Potter's hands finally sliding into his hair, pushing on his head, a wave of heat running through him when the cock was pushed deeper into his mouth. He moaned earning twin moan from Potter.
'Fuck...' Potter slipped out of his mouth and yanked him up.
Draco found himself being shoved away and turned on his stomach. Who could have known that Potter was so strong? Draco suddenly wished that Potter would take him hard. He rocked his back, making Potter grind his erection between his cheeks. He heard words whispered in the sensuous voice straight to his ear.
'May I Fuck you?' In any other situation, he would have snorted in amusement. Leave it to Potter to use "may" and "fuck" in one sentence.
'Stop talking, start fucking, Potter.' Draco answered, irritated. He felt a nibble on his ear which sent shivers down his body, straight to his groin.
Potter's mouth seemed to follow it with delicate kisses and tentative licks on his back. Draco moaned contentedly. He liked such attention, and if Potter was heading in the direction he thought he was... Draco wantonly pushed his arse up and heard Potter chuckle. It was all he would do to give Potter a clue. In no time hands parted his cheeks and wet tongue swiped between them. Draco moaned and felt his cock twitch at the action; it felt heavenly. The tongue laved at his hole and Draco shuddered, his hole clenching greedily; he wanted more.
Potter started to lick his opening in earnest, eliciting sobs of pleasure from Draco's chest, only to push the tip of the tongue inside. Draco groaned loudly and Potter started to poke his tongue at the quivering entrance. Draco felt lust inflaming him, as the tongue tasted his most private place. At the same time Draco felt a finger slipping inside his arse, he was being scorched with need and anticipation.
'Fuck me already, Potter. I'm not a virgin, you damn Gryffindor.' Draco felt the finger retreating and then Potter's hard cock slid between his cheeks.
'You will have to call me Harry, Draco.' Potter whispered into his ear and Draco almost whimpered at the way his name rolled out of Potter's lips while the delicious cock slid between his cheeks, teasing his hole.
'Fine. Harry.' He accented the name 'Now be a good little puppy and fuck me already.' He felt the cock being positioned and finally pushed inside… slowly. He groaned in frustration and pushed back hard.
'Fuck, Draco!' Potter panted.
'That's the idea. Move.'
And Potter did: he held Draco's hips firmly and rocked out and into the tight hole. That was good.
Draco tried to meet every thrust which took him closer and closer to completion. The delicious burning, stretching and sounds Potter made mixed together to make Draco burn with excitement. With every passing second Potter's grip on Draco's hips tightened, on the verge of pain. Draco willingly abandoned himself in this sensation; Potter's hand flowed to Draco's cock immediately setting a fast rhythm.
Draco felt his arse clench around the thick shaft and then Potter's cock pulsed and shot warm come into him, hand on his cock forcibly pulling the orgasm out of Draco's body.
When they finally collapsed sweaty and sticky, breathing hard, Draco immediately used the cleaning spell. Potter cradled him closer.
'That was... unexpected' Potter said eventually.
'Yeah' Draco for the help of God couldn't think about any other reply.
'So, you and Charlie?' Potter made a vague gesture and Draco rolled his eyes.
'Yes, Potter, we fucked.' Draco sighed. 'Not that's any of your business anyway.'
Potter huffed indignant, but didn't press the matter, instead he tried for something else, which, really, took Draco by surprise.
'I'm really sorry, you know for the thing at the pub. It was stupid.' Potter was talking calmly straight into Draco's neck, sending pleasurable shivers down his spine.
'So bloody much,' he answered a little bit too much breathlessly for his taste.
'And I want to say "thank you" for saving my life,' Potter whispered shyly. 'I know I should have said it much earlier, but there hasn't been a good occasion, you know. I have no idea what really happened back then, can you tell me?'
Draco wanted to say something about good occasions but instead he found himself answering. 'You fought my father and those few other Death Eaters with all your might. I don't want to remember their ugly faces, really. I don't really know what happened either, but from what I have heard there was an explosion and I got hit in the head. My father, even though he was aiming for you, shot a dampening charm on me, saving my sorry life. The others had an opportunity to disarm him. So it was either your dumb luck or pure accident that saved you, not me.'
Silence followed the words he spoke, Potter acknowledging the facts.
Draco knew what others probably told to the saviour of the wizarding world, that Draco threw himself to shield the chosen one from he explosion. Bullshit.
Obviously uncomfortable, Potter tried to change the topic. With no grace at all.
'Merlin, it's so strange lying here, naked... with you... after sex...' Potter seemed lost and Draco stopped him.
'Do yourself a favour and shut up.' Though Draco had to admit that this whole situation was peculiar and unreal in an oddly comforting way.
Draco rolled his eyes for the umpteenth time tonight. 'You tell me, I wasn't the one who attacked you without any obvious reason.'
'Fine, I promise I won't act like you were a spoiled little sissy and the worst thing that ever happened to me.'
Draco almost snorted amused but choked the feeling just before it surfaced.
'You flatter me, really. I thought The Dark Lord was the worst thing that ever happened to you.' He couldn't deny the first, though. He was good little mum's boy and he was proud of it. He would've shrugged, but with Potter's strong arm wrapped tightly around him, the gesture seemed pointless.
'Shut up or I'll regret I said that,' said Potter sleepily.
Draco suddenly realized that he already regretted having to Obliviate Potter and that he did and said all of this, only because he knew Potter wouldn't remember anything.
'Just... shut up.' Suddenly Draco saw in mind's eye two eleven year olds, shaking hands and smiling to each other. 'Night, Potter' He whispered and choked the hope swelling inside him. There were things that should remain unchanged.
Draco waited till he heard Potters breath steadying and only then disentangled himself from Harry's strong arms. He looked at the sleeping wizard and sighed. His arse burned pleasurably from the earlier activities. The... thing with Potter was pleasant, but you can count on the damn Gryffindor to make something else out of it.
'Obliviate' Draco whispered pointing his wand at the other wizard, wishing deep inside that it wasn't necessary.
He padded to his bed and fell asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow.
Next day he woke up to the loud knocking.
'Wake up, Malfoy,' he heard Potter's voice muffled by the door.
'Get stuffed, Potter' He snapped and dragged himself out of bed, wincing slightly at the slight twinge in his bottom.
When he finally made his way to the kitchen, Potter was already eating his toast generously covered with some kind of jam.
'Bon appetit,' Draco said quietly and prepared some toast for himself.
Through the whole breakfast they didn't speak a word to each other, the silence quite uncomfortable. Potter was the first to break it when they stepped out of the tiny house.
'I'm sorry Malfoy.' For a second Draco's heart skipped a beat, worried if he cast the Obliviate spell correctly. ...for hitting you...' Potter continued, unsure.
Draco found himself waiting for the next part of this train of thoughts
'I mean…' Potter seemed to be blabbing so Draco took in the surroundings, the really beautiful high mountains, full of green slopes and rocky tops. 'It was pretty stupid.'
Draco breathed in the crisp mountain air. That was new, Potter admitting he acted stupid.
'Sorry.' Potter finished eventually.
'Accepted,' Draco murmured disinterestedly and walked alongside Potter, who suddenly started to sulk.
"What did he expect, a make up kiss?" Draco snorted at the thought.
'What's so funny, Malfoy?' Potter stopped and looked at him scowling.
'You,' Draco answered without thinking. Potter groaned angrily and resumed his walk, though now at a much faster pace.
After half an hour of walking Draco felt his legs refusing to work properly, constantly slowing him down. If it was such long distance, couldn't they take a portkey or something?
'Tired?' Potter asked maliciously and Draco bit his tongue in an effort not to reply with something that would earn him a punch from Potter, now completely reasonably.
He settled for teasing: 'I just wonder if you are too stupid to not apparate us straight there.'
'And I wonder how ignorant you are that you don't know that Dragons hate magic.'
Touche! Draco had no idea.
'Besides, we're just around the corner, so to speak.'
Draco looked around and saw a tiny blackened shed in the middle of a large field.
They entered the shed and Potter closed the door.
'Close your eyes. Turn around three times. Open them and touch the first thing that comes into focus. No wand.'
Potter turned around three times, reached out and he was gone.
Draco cursed and repeated the procedure. In no time he was standing in the same shed, Potter beside him.
They stepped out. Draco's words died on his lips when he took in the new view. When he looked at the same surroundings, heavily scorched with fire, few trees still smoking, he felt a slimy fear settle in his stomach. A strange tingling of wards washed about him, taking away the gross feeling.
He glanced at Potter who had suddenly frozen in place, his face full of some indescribable emotion, rather than malicious smirk he wore when stepping out the shack.
Draco felt a very disturbing urge to ask if he was all right, so he bit his tongue as a precaution, just in case something slipped out of his lips.
Potter looked at him and smiled mischievously for no apparent reason.
'Come on, Charlie should be somewhere around there.' He pointed into direction of a large gathering of disturbingly green trees.
Draco nodded his head, wondering why Potter suddenly seemed so cheerful. He looked around and with a pang of fear, realized that everywhere around them were dragons. He could distinguish a few gigantic creatures much too close for his comfort. Thankfully the trees seemed closer.
Seemed being the operative word. After another half an hour work Draco 's legs started to rebel against the workout, but the effort was worth it.
When they passed the trees, Draco laid eyes on the most magnificent Dragon he had ever seen. It's black scales shone on the giant form. Muscles played under the skin when the dragon struggled with three shirtless, muscled men holding him captive with ropes thrown around its two necks.
Instantly Draco changed the object of his admiration. Long, red hair flowed in the hot air. Draco licked his lips hungrily; Charlie's muscled body glistened with sweat, muscles moving, strong hands gripping the rope tightly. Charlie's skin, tanned, marred with many scars glittered in the sun as his strong arms held the rope. It was sheer power, uncontrollable and wild.
'Such a beauty, such a beast' Draco heard Potter whisper with admiration.
'Fuck yes,' he answered and only then realised that Potter was referring to the dragon. He dragged his eyes from the sexy redhead to once again look at the black beast. They stood so close he could feel the heat of the dragon's breath.
'That's a Polish two-headed. Black type, damn ugly character.'
Potter whispered much too close to Draco's ear, with such a sensuous voice that Draco shivered. 'He had started getting out of hand, setting countless objects on fire... so they've sent him here... We have to tame him.'
Draco relished the dark voice, that once again managed to send shivers down his spine.
Draco shouldn't have managed to take in what happened then, but he did because for him, the time slowed down for this second. One of the ropes snapped and, with a whizzing noise, struck one of the guys straight into face, knocking him unconscious. The dragon tossed his free head and breathed fire.
Draco could see the flames as they approached him. He saw his imminent end approaching as well, but Potter ducked and with strong arms pushed Draco to the ground. He screamed something and Draco felt fire lick his body with an unbearable heat.
When he opened his eyes which he didn't remembered closing, he saw the blackened grass around him, Potter alongside Charlie holding the ropes, trying to soothe the dragon. Potter shouted some indecipherable words to the Dragon who was visibly calming up. It took maybe minutes, maybe hours, Draco couldn't really tell, he was too busy trying to regain his composure.
He watched as the men finally released ropes and Dragon, calmly, almost too calmly, turned and entered the cave.
Draco sat up assessing his own condition. The most amazing thing, he realised, was that he wasn't burnt in any way, while the grass around was scorched, blackened and smoking.
'Draco!' Charlie suddenly appeared beside him with fear in his eyes. 'Thank Merlin for the wards!' He knelt in font of the blond and suddenly Draco found himself being thoroughly kissed. Charlie tasted like sweat and strength combined and Draco instantly melted at the feeling of being in direct contact with such a familiar power. He surrendered to the kiss and felt the heat travel down to his groin. He moaned wantonly and suddenly Charlie stopped.
'Fuck!' He cursed and looked in the direction of Potter who had his back turned to them, as he coiled the ropes.' I shouldn't have...'
Draco immediately felt angry. Fucking Potter was once again ruining the moment.
Charlie sighed. 'I believe it's enough for today. Let's go home.' He stood up. 'Harry, you coming home?'
Potter turned around with a smile and shook his head. 'Later. Show Malfoy around.'
Draco wanted to say that it was not Potter's business what was between Charlie and himself, but suddenly he realised he'd been missing something, because there was strong hand on his shoulder. He looked at Charlie and warm, lively butterflies awoke in his abdomen.
The redhead was looking straight into his eyes with such intensity that Draco could practically taste it. Charlie's hand almost burned his skin through the fabric. The redhead radiated strength. In that moment Draco wanted nothing more than to be dragged to the nearest possible place and get fucked into the ground.
Charlie grasped Draco's hand and the blond obediently followed. They neared a small patch of woods with essentially unaffected by fire trees. Draco gasped as he was pressed into the trunk of a nearby tree by a hard, sweaty body. Thin lips pressed into his, demanding a kiss, which Draco gladly granted. The hard tree was rubbing him in all the wrong ways but he didn't mind.
He wanted this so badly, to be blown away with the passion and power of this man. Charlie kissed him fiercely and Draco lost himself in delight of the act. His need was growing with every second, his cock demanding attention and caress. Draco felt so lost in the arms of the dragon handler, that he didn't realize when his pants had been pulled down and Charlie lifted him up as if he was a feather. Draco quivered with a desire that was slowly consuming him. He wanted Charlie to be inside him. He circled his legs around the redhead's waist and immediately felt head of Charlie's cock touching his entrance.
'Yes' whispered Draco breathlessly.
'Yes what?' Charlie teased, nibbling at the blond's neck.
'Yes fuck me already.' At Draco's words two hands pulled his cheeks apart and the hard, blunt head pushed in. Draco cried out, but Charlie kissed the noise out of his lips. It was so erotic, being spread like that. Gasping, he waited as the head slid past the ring of muscles, followed by the thick shaft. He was quivering and moaning with desire.
'Mmm, I missed it,' Charlie murmured when he was finally fully sheathed, Draco's arse spasming around him. 'You are such a slut, all prepared for me, aren't you...' Draco loved this voice, dark and deep, resonating in his ears.
Charlie laughed at the response, and in quick succession pulled out and pushed back inside, causing Draco to cry out in passion as his prostate was stimulated.
Charlie paused and Draco wanted to say something but his thoughts were quickly forgotten as Charlie started to fuck him fast and hard.
'You're so tight and hot inside, you know.'
It was so hot hearing the usually quiet Charlie talk like that. Draco could only moan incoherently in response, holding onto his lover with his back pressed to the tree.
Charlie touched the magical point inside him with every stroke and together with the dirty talk the redhead treated him with, Draco was spiralling towards orgasm at furious pace.
They were both panting, so close to the finish. Draco felt warm pressure build in his abdomen, his arse squeezing Charlie's cock. The redhead quickened his moves, bringing them both to the edge. The Pressure in Malfoy's abdomen exploded, flooding Draco with extreme pleasure, his arse clenched greedily around hard shaft which erupted inside him, filling him with come.
The extreme pleasure was the last thing Draco remembered after everything went black.
When Draco awoke he had an urge to draw his wand and shoot the first person he saw, but when he opened his eyes and saw a familiar face in close proximity, he realised he was being carried by Charlie, bridal style.
'Oh, you're awake now. You know it's quite flattering, you fainting like that.' Charlie stopped and smiled at Draco.
'I did not…' The blond automatically wanted to respond, but realised Charlie was teasing him. '...faint. I lost consciousness. It's very different. Now put me down please.' Draco felt indignant.
'You sure?' Charlie teased.
Draco gave him a cold look and was immediately placed gently on the ground His legs felt a bit wobbly, but Draco would rather die than allow himself to be carried, at last while conscious.
When they finally reached Charlie's place, Draco slumped onto the sofa exhausted. As he did, he suddenly realised his stickiness.
'Damn the one who said one can't apparate in the reserve!' He uttered and cast a cleaning charm on himself.
'Well there is no such a rule per se but dragons can smell Magic, and believe me, they became very angry when they do.' Charlie shouted from the kitchen. 'Tea?'
'Yes please.' Draco took off his shoes and started to rub his aching feet. Charlie came back from the kitchen, a nice tea set hovering behind him. 'But the magic leaves residue on a person for a few hours,' Draco argued as the tea set lowered itself onto the coffee table and steaming, golden liquid poured itself into the cup.
'Exactly, and this is why everyone that comes to the reserve is magically cleansed by one of the wards,' Charlie sat down on the desk standing in the corner of the living room and watched Draco like a hawk. 'Every spell cast on, or by the person up to 6 hours back, is removed from their body.' Draco took a sip from the cup currently floating around his head while Charlie continued. 'For example, we can't spell-shave before going to work, because we have the shadow back as soon as we step out of the porting-shed.'
Draco processed the statement and promptly snorted out his tea and began coughing.
Charlie instantly appeared before him 'You OK?'
'Fine, fine,' Draco waved his hand and brushed off the tears that had appeared in his eyes. 'Too hot...'
He rearranged himself on the couch, masking the horror he'd felt. Did he cast the Obliviate more or less than six hours before they arrived at the reserve? Deep inside he knew the answer. He connected the puzzles in his head, Potter's strange behaviour after stepping out of the shed, his lack of surprise when Charlie kissed him... Potter remembered, and, what surprised Draco most, Potter hadn't killed him, yet. Draco cursed inwardly, oblivious to Charlie seizing him with a hungry gaze, he unknowingly fidgeted.
This whole trip proved to be much different from what Draco had imagined. He had wanted to take a break from his everyday life, along with his problems, not make new ones. When Charlie invited him to visit few years ago, he was sure he would never use the invitation Yet he had. Somewhere along the long, boring years he had missed the fiery wizard who always made him burn with desire and feel safe at the same time.
Draco looked at the object of his thoughts and gasped as his eyes were caught by the big blue ones, darkened and filled with lust. He felt like prey and Charlie… well Charlie looked simply predatory. The blond wizard gulped and suddenly his body felt tingly all over. Draco stood up not breaking eye contact with the dragon handler. Charlie rose as well, a small smile playing on his lips. Draco licked his own lips, anxious to taste some of the wilderness the redhead radiated, though, at the same time, his instincts were telling him to run.
Slowly, step by step, he backed his heartbeat fast and erratic, his blood humming in his ears. Draco made another step back, when he felt a piece of furniture behind him. Charlie's smile grew wider, he paralysed Draco with a lustful gaze and with one leap he was beside the blond. Draco whimpered in disappointment when he felt the body almost, but not quite, touch his. Close enough to feel the heat, to smell it.
'Damn I forgot how sexy you can be like this.' Charlie pushed Draco to the desk, the hard edge digging into the blond's arse. He ground his erection into Draco's thigh.
Draco braced himself and felt his cock twitch in interest.
'I forgot how insatiable you are,' he replied cheekily, looking straight into Charlie's eyes. He gulped when Charlie's eyes flashed with desire and narrowed dangerously.
'My my, you need some discipline, don't you, little dragon?' Charlie grabbed Draco's hips and turned him around, only to push him over the desk.
Draco's heart was beating frantically, in fear and desire. He whimpered as Charlie yanked his robes up, baring his arse. Once again the blond realized that this was the strength he had yearned for, that this was the feeling he missed. He shivered as cold air licked his cheeks.
'Afraid, little dragon?' Charlie cupped the shapely cheeks delicately teasing the creamy skin.
'Of you? Never!' Draco replied and realised that it was only half-truth, and immediately shouted as Charlie's hand connected with his arse in a loud slap. The ache it produced was, in Draco's opinion, a really nice feeling, the sting going straight to his groin, which already swelled hopefully.
'That's for being cheeky, dragon.' Charlie reprimanded Draco and cupped the slapped cheek. Without warning, another hit landed on the second cheek. Draco squealed. He loved this tinge of anticipation when the strong hand cupped his bottom delicately and then, without warning, painfully connected with skin.
After a few more slaps Draco was quivering with need, moaning wantonly.
Charlie widened Draco's stance pushing his legs apart with his foot. The tip of a wand was touched to the perineum and Draco felt tinge of magic along with slickness spread inside him.
'Now I believe your lesson would be much more effective if I've just left you like that, but it'd do you no good if another dragon handler found you hot, horny and ready, don't you think?' Charlie purred in his ear. He slid tip of his cock along the perineum, circling the hole teasingly.
Draco felt brainless, at this point it didn't matter who fucked him, but it had to be now. He pushed back and gasped as cock easily slid inside him.
'Such an insatiable little slut.' Charlie said breathlessly and pushed Draco to the desk with his weight. He reached a hand around the blond and grabbed his cock.
Draco whimpered in delight as the hand stroked him and the cock in his arse pulled out and pushed in. His bum was burning and stinging. At this realisation, his arse clenched and Charlie started to move, his hand in perfect tandem with his dick. Draco was moaning lustfully, his body shivering with excitement, his over sensitive arse cheeks pleasurably irritated every time Charlie thrust inside him. The pleasure was forcefully dragged out of his body with every pull of Charlie's hand. He felt his orgasm building and without any warning, exploded, white ecstasy flooding him and making him slump boneless over the desk. Draco purred as his body relaxed and a smile graced his lips. He suddenly felt so tired he thought could fall asleep right on this desk, being pressed with the warm body.
Charlie scooped Draco into his arms and carried him to his bedroom, laying him on the crisp sheets.
'Damn but my feet are really killing me now' Draco said sleepily, nestling into the pillow.
'Maybe I'll give you a little massage then.' Oh yes that sounded good, and from what Draco remembered Charlie was good at that.
Draco relaxed into the pillows while his feet were being pressed and stroked. This was what he had missed as well, the fact that he could completely relax in Charlie's company.
When the war was destroying their world, they had to trust each other completely. Charlie, assigned by the Order to be his guardian when Draco decided to change sides, had to know everything about the Malfoy heir, and had never judged him, no matter what Draco told him.
They were friends faster than one could imagine a Weasley and a Malfoy could ever become.
Now, that the war was over and there was Potter in the equation, Draco had no idea what to do with the feeling of comfort he felt after the whole sex thing with his school's arch-nemesis.
He realized that somewhere along the way he had lost the hate for the name “Potter." Besides, Potter and Charlie had obviously slept together, so where did that leave him? In the middle?
Draco hadn't realised he'd drifted off to sleep until he dreamed that he was the Black Dragon, tied with ropes by Charlie and Harry. He struggled, but they held him securely. Suddenly he found himself being hypnotised by the green eyes of Harry felt the strong hand of Charlie on his neck. The dream, he had to admit, was disturbingly pleasurable.
Draco woke feeling relaxed and happy. The sleep seemed to have regenerated his body wonderfully. He carelessly wondered how much time had passed since he'd fallen asleep, until he realised he couldn't see a thing, and that his movement was rather restricted.
He struggled, feeling cold dread seep into his body. His hands were drawn together over his head and tied to something. His legs were spread apart and bound, allowing him only the minimum of movement. The fear didn't last long, however; because he heard a sensuous voice, a voice he got to know last night, whispering straight into his right ear.
'Mmmm, such a naughty little Dragon.' Potter sounded amused.
'It's unforgivable to take memories from somebody just like that,' a warm voice said into his other ear, teeth nipping at the earlobe playfully.
Draco felt goose bumps rising on his skin, when suddenly, with a wave of magic, the quilt covering him disappeared and cold air licked his body.
'You need a little taming, until you understand.' It was Potter's voice, and Draco once again felt conflicting emotion's bubbling inside him.
He wanted to curse the Gryffindor painfully for treating him like this, because it must have been his doing. At the same time, he felt a need to let Potter do anything he wanted.
'You can't play with others' minds like that,' said Charlie, and Draco felt big hand on his chest, steady and strong.
To Charlie, he could always submit. But Potter… Potter was quite a different story.
'Bite me, Potter!' Draco snarled and gasped when Charlie pinched his nipple.
'Draco, Draco... didn't I teach you anything?'
Draco struggled, but it was hard to fight against the commanding voice of Charlie Weasley, the man who taught him that struggling wasn't good all the time. Another hand joined Charlie's and traced meaningless patterns on Draco's torso and abdomen. Draco found himself melting to the touch. Potter's hands were so much smaller than Charlie's, but felt equally as strong. Draco fidgeted with the realisation that his body had responded happily to the treatment. He had to submit to Potter as well as to Charlie. It really put him in the middle.
Suddenly, Charlie's hand disappeared and, after a moment, Potter's stilled. Draco heard a breathy moan coming from the right side, then Potter's hand disappeared as well and Draco suddenly felt left out.
'Mmm, Charlie,' Potter moaned breathlessly and gasped.
Draco's cock jerked at the sound. He felt his arse clench greedily. Charlie was making Potter moan and Draco was bound and blindfolded. He couldn't do or see anything. This was so unfair.
'If only you could see him now,' Charlie said breathlessly.
Draco saw in his mind's eye a dishevelled and wanton Potter. Touched and licked and kissed and, surprisingly, mostly silent. Excluding the moans, whimpers and other unintelligible noises, Potter wasn't saying anything. It made Draco struggle more. Potter was different like that. Exciting.
He groaned. 'Release me...'
Potter started to pant and make strange mewling noises and Draco bit his tongue not to beg to be touched, even thou his body yearned for contact.
'I will, if you promise you will be a good Dragon from now on,' Charlie teased, his voice waking even more desires within Draco.
'I will.' The blond breathed in loudly when he felt hot breath over his cock, 'I promise, Charlie, please... Oh god!'
The breath changed into hot wet mouth closing and moaning around his cock. Draco arched on the bed and felt the bindings slide off his wrists and ankles, blindfold disappearing. When he opened his eyes, he saw Potter's dark green eyes looking at him mischievously over the mouth stretched around his shaft. Harry dipped his head swallowing Draco almost to the root and moaned. Charlie knelt behind him, his fingers obviously in Potter's arse. Draco felt lust boiling inside him as he looked at the picture, his cock being licked and kissed by those skilled lips.
With the last of his strength, he sat up, pulled Harry off his cock and crushed his mouth to Harry's, tasting himself. Harry responded with eagerness, instantly wrapping strong arms around him. Draco suddenly wanted to laugh, because he realised for the fist time ever, he called Potter by his first name in his head. Something had changed, and he was glad it had.
His thoughts vanished instantly when he felt strong body press to his back. Calloused hands slid along his back awakening tremors of pleasure to his arse, petting it, then moved to his hips and gripped it tightly. Draco felt himself being put on Harry's thighs with almost no effort at all. It excited him.
Harry slid his hands to Draco's bottom and spread the cheeks apart. Charlie's finger slid between the cheeks teasingly, and Draco was sure that Charlie smiled. The digit circled the puckered entrance and disappeared. Draco's slowly growing anticipation made him groan at the loss. Then the finger was back, slick and cold, pushing inside him and Draco's arse clenched around it greedily; it had to be covered with some pain-reliving ointment, because a pleasurable, calming cold spread in places that had burned and ached earlier. He loved to be the centre of attention.
Potter's hands disappeared from his bottom and reappeared around Draco's abdomen. His mouth left Draco's and kissed the blond's neck, nipping and licking a way to his shoulder, teeth lightly scrapping on the sensitive skin.
'Mmmm, still so tight, even though you were fucked not too long ago. Think you're up for another round?'
Draco mewled at the sound of the dark voice.
'I'll gladly fuck you once again.' Charlie purred over Draco's neck, sending bolts of pleasure all over his body.
'Mmmm, yes,' the moan escaped the blonde wizard's lips.
Entranced by the velvet voice, Draco didn't notice the loss of the lips tasting his neck until he had been pulled away from Potter. Draco knelt on the bed between two men, excitement dancing inside him, desire coiling in his stomach.
'And I'm sure you'd gladly fuck Harry, wouldn't you?'
Draco shivered when the words reached his ears. He looked into the deep green eyes and found them shining with desire, the most exciting challenge twinkling inside them.
Harry shamelessly spread his legs, showing everything.
'I've prepared him for you,' Charlie announced.
Harry's eyes looked at Draco as if asking if he was up to the task.
He was definitely up to it. He knelt between the spread legs, Charlie placing a pillow under Harry's hips. Draco positioned the tip of his cock at Harry's entrance, knowing he would soon be wrapped in the warm velvet of his arse.
Harry moaned, looking at him with dark green eyes, his pupils dilated in excitement. He reached to his cock and stroked himself playfully, biting at lower lip.
Draco wanted to do this his own way, on his own terms, but with every passing moment the green eyes bored into him, he grew weaker, and more and more he wanted to be controlled.
'Draco,' Harry whispered with longing, and Draco's resolve shattered. Harry had the control.
Then, the tip of a cock positioning at his own entrance reminded Draco that Charlie had the control as well. He was being controlled by them both. He had become the Dragon from his dream. Their Dragon.
Charlie pushed inside him, sliding easily into a slicked hole. Draco moaned at the slightly dulled feeling of being spread, but Charlie didn't stop at entering him, he also pushed Draco into Harry.
Draco bit his lip to not to let out a scream when he slid through the tight ring of muscles squeezing his cock, lighting up a fire of lust in him. The feeling was heavenly.
Potter whimpered, arching off the bed his hands gripping sheets.
'You know it's like fucking you both at the same time.' Charlie said suddenly, 'You're so hot.'
Draco felt the cock sliding out of him and then thrusting in so forcefully Draco was being shoved completely into Harry's tight passage. The blonde cried out in pleasure, which exploded in his groin suddenly. He stopped thinking. He moved back to impale himself onto Charlie once again, wanting to feel the delicious fullness... only to be forcefully pushed forward into Harry. He moved again, and again and again...
The three of them filled the room with incoherent noises. Draco felt as if their voices were caressing him, making his skin burn and yearn for touch. And the hands touched him. Hands tracing patterns over every inch of skin they reached, lighting up small fires of ecstasy all over him.
Harry pulled Draco close and crushed their mouths together, his tongue demanding entrance and Draco's lips granting it. Draco was consumed with desire to belong to both of them; every move was inciting bolts of passion and pleasure within him.
Charlie was panting behind him, and Harry's eyes were closed, mouth parted in a steady flow of moans and whimpers. Draco was trapped between them, trapped in a prison of need and hunger for completion.
He heard Harry yell something and then brunet's arse clenched tight around him, hot seed exploding onto their bodies. Draco was lost, the exquisite feeling of wet, velvety warmth wrapping around him so tightly, bringing him to the verge of his own fulfilment. He groaned and followed Harry shooting into him, tremors running through his body, pleasure filling his veins.
Charlie groaned and pressed into him deeper, his moves becoming erratic and hard. Draco felt hot come filling him. His over-sensitive body absorbed the heat and strength, basking in the power and pleasure of Charlie.
It took Draco a few moments before he realised that he was lying in a bit of mess. He scrunched his face and moved to search for a wand when a cleansing spell washed over him.
'Thanks,' he murmured.
'My pleasure, you egoist,' he heard Potter's voice beside him.
'Fuck you,' Draco shot back and decided not to raise his head
'Nope... fuck you,' Harry responded with a hint of amusement in his voice.
Draco groaned, irritated.
'And believe me, I'm not finished with you, you know...'
'Boys' Charlie cut in 'Not coming back to the fighting again, are you?'
'Why not? He's still an ass,' Draco heard himself and Harry say in unison, and suddenly he felt the urge to burst out laughing. He followed it. He started to laugh, Harry and Charlie joining him. It was a nice relaxing feeling, and he didn't have many such feelings lately. After all, everything had turned out for the best.
'We have to repeat that sometime,' Charlie said, after they finally stopped to laugh.
'Yeah, but first my arse needs some rest,' Draco winced. 'Ointment or not, it will hurt tomorrow.' Draco looked at Harry's form, curled up beside him.
'Who would have thought that Daisy's death would lead to something like this,' Charlie mused. He hugged Draco tightly.
'Harry's charge, an old Dragon. She died yesterday and Harry got additional holidays, if not for that, I'd have been the one sleeping on the couch.'
Draco rolled his eyes. 'Yay for Daisy,' he said sarcastically and Charlie smiled wider. 'Night.'
Draco rearranged himself on the bed and covered himself with a quilt that appeared from nowhere and fit over the three of them perfectly. He felt content and in some strange way grateful to Daisy the Dragon. He smiled to himself, until he realised that two green eyes were twinkling at him. 'Sleep, Potter,' he said, wanting to sound unapproachable, but Harry giggled and wrapped his arms around Draco. Typically Gryffindor, really.
Charlie lay beside the two sleeping man and couldn't stop grinning.
When he saw Draco in the pub yesterday, he was pretty sure he would get long session of great sex. His hopes were almost shattered when Harry hit the blond, but Draco stayed regardless, and unless Charlie really had to go to work today he would fuck the sweet blond wizard into the mattress as soon as Harry retired to sleep. Instead they had talked all night and Charlie had to admit he had missed not only the body, but also the intellect the man had.
From then on, Charlie couldn't stop thinking about the grey eyes, sinful lips and the lean body. When he saw Draco being smothered by the flames. He instinctively wanted to save him, to check on him. He knew that the ward's preventing the visitors from being burned worked well and Draco was safe but he had to make sure that his Dragon was okay. When he touched the blond wizard, he couldn't contain himself any more. Holding Draco in his arms was like having the leash of a dragon in hand. So exciting.
From that moment on, Charlie had only one thing in mind: to devour that lithe body, to play and to be played with. He woke up from the trance when Draco finally fell asleep.
But then Harry came back and explained what Draco had done to him and stated that he wanted to punish him. Charlie wouldn't have refused even if he could. Having them both of them together was something so exciting, he felt his desires waking up again.
He felt a bit guilty because of Harry up until then. Charlie hadn't said anything to his lover about Draco, and he should know a bit more. However Charlie felt, no, Charlie knew Harry didn't mind. After all, Harry liked surprises. Harry had lost one dragon, but he had gained another.
They were dragon handlers and now they had their own dragon to handle.
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