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The Dracken Prince	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Tom Views: 12519 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 19
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, the universe, or anything you recognize here. My take on Drackens should be unique, but it is also a borrowed concept. I make no money from this, and do not endorse anything you may see herein.

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“I want you to pull my hair this time; on purpose.” Harry said.

Tom recoiled. “No!” He objected.

Harry took Tom's face in his hands and kissed him. “I want this.” He urged. “You want it, too.”

Tom still looked hesitant, and Harry took his hand. “Your options are that you help me work past this, in an environment where you have some measure of control over the process, or I will find someone else who will. It won’t be sexual, but it will be sensual, so if you don’t want someone else seeing me in that kind of light, you’d be best served by doing this for me yourself. It will be done. I’m not giving that fat bastard this kind of control over me.” Harry added firmly.

Tom sighed. “I’ll do it, but can we do it slowly?”

Harry smiled. “I will let you know if we are pushing too far, and besides, you will probably be able to tell by yourself. You are very good at noticing my little signals.” He assured his mate.

“Alright. We’ll try.” Tom said.

“Good.” Harry pushed him backward onto the bed. “Now, you need to be in considerably less clothing right now.” He examined his nails as his claws grew out, then eyed Tom’s robes. “How fond of those are you?”

Tom paled. “No, I’m keeping these, thank you. I paid good money for the exact shade of your Dracken form. Let’s just take them off, rather than slicing them off, alright?”

Harry growled and retracted his claws. “Then get them off now.”

Tom smiled and quickly undressed. “Bossy.”

“Impatient.” Harry corrected. “You aren’t the only one who has been wanting their mate since last night.”

Tom grabbed Harry’s hand and pulled, tumbling Harry into bed—and right into his lap. “Oh, now, this is nice.” He purred, running one hand over Harry’s abs and pinching on a nipple gently with the other one. “All this beautiful flesh, spread out like a banquet in my lap.” He repositioned Harry in the centre of the bed. “Don’t mind me, I’m just going to have a little snack.” He said before taking Harry’s cock into his mouth.

Harry cried out and bucked and Tom hummed in approval. He took Harry’s hands and guided them to his hair, then grabbed his hips and wordlessly urged the teen to fuck his face.

Harry began to do so, needing no further prompting. He massaged Tom’s scalp and guided him down further, amazed at how he was able to keep from gagging, and a little jealous that he hadn’t learned those skills with Harry. But it was a little far-fetched to expect a Dark Lord to reach—his age, and Harry wasn’t going to dwell on that—without gaining at least some sexual experience.

Tom swallowed over the head of Harry’s cock, and Harry fisted his hands in his hair and began tugging.

“Going to come, going to—Ah!” Harry shouted as his climax rushed over him, Tom eagerly swallowing down his seed. “I thought I wasn’t supposed to come twice for every one you managed?” Harry asked as he panted, brain reeling from his orgasm.

Tom licked his lips as he raised his head. “Ah, yes, I did say that, didn’t I?” He asked rhetorically. “It only applies when I say so, my darling.” He added flippantly.

“Hypocrite.” Harry muttered.

“Dark Lord.” Tom corrected. “I have retained some of the traits. Changing the rules as and when I see fit is one that will never go away.” He informed Harry.

Harry snorted and reached down to stroke him. “Going to see to yourself now?”

Tom smiled. “And I’m going to let loose just a little bit more than I originally planned, since you insist.” He confirmed, then slid down and cast a quick cleaning charm. “First, you need to relax a bit.”

Harry moaned and felt his bones liquefy as Tom’s tongue ran over his entrance. It was dirty, it was forbidden, and all Harry could think of was how insanely good the act made him feel! Which, honestly, only seemed to make it hotter.

Tom seemed to enjoy it, too, humming and nibbling, driving his tongue forward and laving it over him, switching the sensations often enough to keep him guessing.

Harry gasped as two fingers made their way into him alongside the tongue and arched his hips as they unerringly found his prostate.

Tom chuckled and twisted them, and Harry bucked again. “Fuck, Tom, stop doing that!”

Tom lifted his head. “Make me.” He said challengingly.

Harry just groaned in response and let himself sink pliantly into the mattress, giving himself over to his mate.

Tom added a last finger, stretching him open, and moved up to kiss him.

Harry made a face, but accepted the kiss without too much fuss. He wasn’t fond of it, but there was little reason in baulking when he had already had so much of Tom in his mouth. As long as he was clean before hand, it was a small concession to make.

“Ready for me? This will be a little rougher than you are used to. Remember, I’m going to let loose a bit more.” Tom warned.

Harry smiled. “I will work up to accepting and even revelling in your full passion, love. I don’t want you to always have to hold back. That’s why I’m working on it.” He assured him. “Let’s do this.”

Tom slid in, working his hands into Harry’s hair, not pulling, but unmistakably there.

Harry ignored the sensation, focusing on Tom’s cock in him, and rolling his hips in counterpoint to the slow movements.

Then, the hands fisted.

Harry tensed a bit, then shook his head as Tom faltered. “No, I’m fine. Keep going.” He said.

Tom sighed, but kept moving, leaning down and kissing Harry in an effort to distract him.

Harry responded to the kiss, feeling the hands in his hair tugging as he moved his head, but ignored the feeling and concentrated on the other things he was feeling.

Tom inside him, the slick tongue tangling with his. He gasped as Tom tugged a bit more, then slid one hand out of his hair and down his body to wrap around his cock.

Harry gasped and threw his head back as Tom began stroking him, the hand in his hair giving a sharp yank at the motion, and Harry froze.

Tom cursed. “Sorry, sorry!” He removed his hand and stopped everything.

“Dammit, don’t stop, just get the hand out of my hair and keep going!” He said, wrapping his legs around Tom’s hips.

Tom chuckled and began thrusting again, picking up speed.

Harry responded eagerly, then mumbled, “Try again.”

Tom didn’t want to stop the little pleasured noises Harry was letting out now, he knew the Dracken was close, but when a Dracken gave you an order...

He slid his hand back into Harry’s hair and fisted it, giving it a sharp tug, and Harry gasped, the sound not one of fear. It was surprise only, but even that was better than he fear response.

Tom vowed that he would have Harry moaning in pleasure at the feel of his hair being pulled eventually, and tightened his grip on his cock, leaning down to kiss him.

Harry wailed into the kiss, coming hard, and Tom mentally declared a small victory as he followed, disentangling his hand from Harry’s hair while the teen lay dazed and sated.

“Better?” Tom asked, collapsing beside him.

Harry gave him a disgruntled look and pulled him closer, arranging him half on top on his chest. “We’ve discussed this.” He said in annoyance.

“Not this time. The discussion this time was very different.” Tom reminded him. “Case-by-case basis until you are over these things, Harrison. Pick your battles.” He added.

Harry sighed. “I love you.” He said.

Tom smiled. “And I love you. You really are making remarkable progress, you don’t get over these things overnight, or even in one go. It will be a long road, but we will travel it together, and emerge victorious when our time comes.” He assured Harry. “For now, sleep. We will wake in an hour or so for a late dinner.”

Harry hummed and nodded, then slipped into a light doze.

*****

Icarus Vaisey smirked down at the letter in his hand.

Mulciber wanted his help! He was thrilled to be offered the chance to help his Lord out of a sticky situation, and a standard love potion would be easy to brew. If he kept it around longer, it would even amplify the effects; he knew enough about potions to know that.

He quickly penned a letter saying he would help, and sent it off, then went to his parents’ lab to check if he had all the ingredients for a small love potion.

If an easy one didn’t work, he could brew amortentia, but he would need access to blood and hair for that, and he had no way of procuring either of those yet.

Best to start small.

*****

“What was your childhood like?” Harry asked upon waking, through a yawn.

Tom stiffened. “I was an orphan.” He bit out. “During a war.” He added. “It was not good.”

Harry nodded. “Yeah, neither was mine. Is it better now?” He asked, rolling on top of his mate and kissing him. “Do I make it better?”

Tom smiled and wrapped his arms around Harry. “You make it all better. Everything is sunshine and daisies around you.” He made a face. “It’s disgusting.”

Harry laughed. “Come on, dinner time.” He turned to eye the drackling. *Are you coming?*

Zephyr flew over and perched on his head. *You can’t get rid of me!* He said happily.

Harry chuckled, cast a quick spell to tame his hair, and they headed downstairs.

Dinner was a hearty stew, and Tom plied Harry with several glasses of a deep red wine; there was strawberries and cream for dessert, served with a chocolate dessert wine that Harry thoroughly enjoyed.

Tom sighed happily, replete. “I think we should decide what scent you are going to make me tomorrow.” He said to Harry. “I don’t want to smell girly.”

Harry smiled. “I wouldn’t make you smell girly, love. You have hints of cocoa—not chocolate, the unsweetened stuff—and also hints of woodsmoke. I think something masculine, maybe something that can add a hint of sweetness to that, maybe a sweet, smoky scent. Something that will bring out and even play up your natural scent. I’ll know it when I smell it.” He said lightly.

Tom hummed. “Do I get to approve of it before you decide on it?”

“Oh, yeah. You’ll have to approve.” Harry said lightly, adding through the bond, ‘Or we won’t use it at all and I’l have to start over.’

The unspoken words were to give an added illusion of authority to his words for Mulciber’s benefit. If the man believed that Harry was the dominant mate, those whispers would spread, and their secret would be safe, keeping Harry safer while he hid away from the world during his pregnancies.

No one could know he would be the one carrying the children.

Tom smiled and chuckled. “I’m sure I will like whatever you decide on. You have your father’s talent with scents; I trust you.”

Harry grinned wryly. “Dad has more talent with brewing, though.” He pointed out. “I didn’t seem to inherit enough of that to reach his level.”

“No one can match your father, Harrison; don’t even bother comparing yourself to him. The man is a freak of nature, I’m sure he was created, rather than conceived. He was made in a lab somewhere.”

Harry laughed. “Well, his Dad was a muggle, so legitimate, I suppose.”

Tom looked smug. “I rest my case.” He said, crossing his arms over his chest.

Harry snorted. “I love you. You’re strange, but it suits me.”

Tom reached out and cupped his cheek. “I will always love you. I’m glad you think we suit, because if you did not, I would kill anyone who got in between us two. You are mine, Harrison.”

“Always yours.” Harry agreed happily.
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