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Dragons Heritage	By : Doragonkage Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 50298 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 6
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or the Dracken concept, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling

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Previously: A long rage-filled mixture of a sound between a howl and a roar ripped out from Bator as his own massive wings spread out, snapping to their full span, reaching up high like the shadow of death as the rest of him grew out to match. “This time...I vill not let you get away....this time...I vill END YOU!” These were the last words from the morphing figure before another howling roar was let out, just as the last shreds of clothing fell to the ground.
The two dominants were staring down one another, claws at the ready, wings twitching as they moved about, both looking for that opportune moment to dash and be done with it. Even with newly fuelled rage from Bator's last statement, Charlie had enough Instinct left to not dash in madly, instead he feinted and snapped, testing his opponent out, opponent who had caught him off-guard last time.
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For a while the two circled about each other, never once breaking eye-contact. When one would feint, the other would prepare to defend from it, until Bator finally made the first move.
Snapping his wings tight against his back while moving his arms back, bending them at the elbow so his hands were at level with his hip. Clawed fingers curved slightly and ready to strike, but that wasn't what he was after as he rushed forward, a loud roar accompanying the dash.
As he moved, Bator narrowed his eyes to mere slits and focused on Charlie and what he would do, and sure enough the hot-headed little pest went straight for it.
Answering the challenging roar Charlie rushed forward as well after folding his wings tight against his back. Left arm moved so his left hand was at level with his shoulder. Meanwhile his right was similar to the way Bator had his. With the difference that he had his hand slightly more outwards stretched and higher, palm up to possibly dig his claws into the opponents gut from below.
At the moment of Impact several things happened at once. Bator's arms snapped forward, like a pair of solid bands of scale, muscle and bone to clamp tight around the smaller males torso, effectively pinning the wings and arms against the body.
As Bator snapped him into a bear hug, effectively using his mass and strength to knock his breath away while shoving him forward, but not before he got his own shot in. As those massive arms moved, so did Charlie’s snap forward, the left arm extending his hand up to bring it down In a forceful slash, catching Bator on the shoulder, but Instead of feeling the scales give and flesh tearing as blood gushed, his claws left nice scratches on the black scales before his left arm was pinned.
Meanwhile Charlie’s right hand punched up, pinning the fingers together to have each digit supporting each other as he thrust the hand forward with all his might. The scales cracked as the point of claw was thrust against it, the tough hide beneath opening up as it was cut, a bit of blood oozing out to coat the tip of Charlie’s fingers.
The joy of having pierced those solid scales on his second strike was short lived. Charlie was feeling those strong arms moving, clawed hands clamping down tight onto his biceps as they remained chest to chest with only the tips of Charlie’s toes dragging on the ground as he was shoved along until an abrupt end. Charlie was yanked off from the solid form of Bator's front, only to find his back colliding with the trunk of a tree, his head shooting backwards so the back of it smacked onto the tree as well. Without a moment to right his aching head, Charlie let out grunt, before his vision went black and a loud crack echoed in his ears.
Letting the red-scaled menace drop down into a heap on the ground Bator took a step back, growling low in his throat as he inspected the small, bleeding wound at his abdomen. The injury itself was nothing too dangerous, but certainly unexpected.
Looking down at Charlie as the other grunted and attempted at pushing himself up onto his hands and knees. “Get up, can't go down that easy again.” Bator snarled as he bent at the waist and reached his left hand down to grab Charlie by the hair.
As the fingers curled to grip his hair, Charlie’s hands shot up to grapple at the arm there to lessen the pull on his hair. Snarling as he was forced up to dance precariously on the tips of his toes while attempting to glare daggers at the other.
Snarling low and vibrant in his throat Bator met the glare with his own, although his lips were tugged into a grin.
“You are still as pathetic as ever.” Bator growled menacingly.
Hissing In response to the larger male, Charlie narrowed his eyes as his vision began to clear as the wound at the back of his head righted itself. Flexing his arms and using his hold on Bator's arm to pull him up while his abdomen flexed in an effort to bring his hips up.
Meanwhile his legs bent slightly to add to the swing up. Once he had a proper alignment Charlie shot his legs up, one aimed right against the shoulder of the arm that now held him, the other to Bator's chin while arching his back to toss the other off balance as his feet made contact.
As Charlie moved Bator was too slow to react, just barely managing to blink as the male arched and his feet shot up. The force of the foot that connected with his jaw had Bator's head snapping back and his jaws crashing shut with a snap of teeth.
Meanwhile the foot that connected with Bator's shoulder threw the larger male off of his footing. Coupled with the dead-weight hanging off of his arm had Bator taking a few staggering steps before tumbling forwards.
Using his momentum and secure footing to his advantage Charlie pushed with his legs to push himself away from the other, ending up thudding on the ground and sliding on it a few feet as the larger male landed on his knees and right hand. HIs left one stretched to the side, which had his left shoulder smashing to the dirt as his wings unfolded and sprawled at his side.
Wasting not a moment Charlie scampered to his feet and lunged at his opponent. Charlie rushed in and pounced, landing onto Bator's back, right between the wings.
Snapping his legs tight around the others torso to anchor himself down Charlie growled as he brought his right arm down, sinking his claws Into the base of the right wing, causing the male beneath to roar out and jolt, still slightly dazed as those claws dug In and secured the red ones hold.
Baling up his left hand Charlie brought it down against the back of Bator's head, making said man’s head smack against the dirt. Satisfied with the sound of Impact and the low grunt he got from the larger male Invigorated Charlie so he repeated the strike again and again, pummelling the back of the brunettes head with his fist while the ground below took care of the front.
As each strike connected with the back of his head Bator felt his vision blur, both from the strikes and the dust hitting his eyes. The sting of those claws hooking in the flesh of his wing. Tugging, tearing and ripping with each and every buck and twitch he made in response to the merciless assault.
As much as it hurt having the daylights beat out of you, it was also a source of thrill to the larger, older dracker, every rush of agony fanning the flames of bloodlust, each sting of cracking scale feeding the rush of battle, but enough was enough, and he felt he had given the little spitfire more than enough.
Letting out a quick growl Bator moved his right wing, folding it down against himself, effectively pinning the hand at its base, even as the fingers there dug in deeper till the claws scraped against the bone. At the same time his left wing pinned tight against his torso to pin the others leg down as an added measure.
While his wings moved, so did his arms and torso. Both of Bator's hands clamped down onto Charlie’s ankles as he tossed his torso up, kneeling for a moment, but letting the momentum from it send them both leaning back.
With the sudden motion beneath Charlie found himself pinned against the solid back of his adversary. Tug as he might there was no way for him to break free, so without any other option Charlie kept hammering his left fist against Bator's head, hoping to deter him from the course he had sent his bulk to.
Even as blood coated Charlie’s knuckles he felt the rush of air at his back, heard it In his ears and felt it In his gut. The world tilting swiftly and before he could properly prepare for it Charlie felt the unforgiving ground connect with his back.
Letting out a strangled groan as the wind was knocked out of him from the brute force of the ground and Bator's weight smashing onto him, Charlie felt his strength leaving him momentarily, much to his own horror.
While bending backwards Bator had spread his legs slightly to better accommodate the motion. In his bent position Bator let go of Charlie’s ankles In favour of moving his arms back to grapple Charlie by the biceps.
Front there Bator moved his legs so he could plant his feet flat on the ground and arched off of Charlie. Now forming a bridge above the breathless figure beneath him, Bator dipped his backside down just a bit to add to the push with his legs.
With a flesh of his legs Bator kicked his lower half off of the other and sent it flying in a neat arch up and over. The motion forced Charlie’s claws out of Bator's flesh, causing the man to growl sharply in pain, and a twisted form of pleasure, as his lower half flew over, only to thud down well above Charlie’s head.
With a thud Bator's feet smashed to the ground toes first leaving the male on all fours with only their heads now aligned, sparing just a moment to glare down at the red-head before moving again. Bringing his head down to latch his sharp fangs onto Charlie’s shoulder, biting Into it hard enough to bite through to have a nice, warm gush of blood In his mouth, accompanied by the red-heads roar of agony.
As Charlie began to thrash about on his hold, Bator only tightened his hold with his jaws and left hand, while letting go with his right. Drawing his right hand back and baling it into a fist before bringing it heavily down onto Charlie’s shoulder.
Delighting In the feeling of muscle and scale moving beneath his blow, but more so the sounds pouring out from Charlie were enough to have him do it again and again and again.
Roaring, growling and hissing as his body was assaulted anew, trying to bite at the other, only to find himself unable to as that massive fist connected with his shoulder, effectively rendering his right arm useless as the nerves were put under the pressure.
With each blow Charlie could feel his shoulder giving away under the strain and the pain began to over-take the rage, draining him of the fire he'd had earlier. While pain zigzagged through him and he subconsciously still tried to fight back, the human half of his mind had a flashback to an earlier event of the day.
(Flashback)
Still holding eye-contact with the teen, Charlie let a smile tug at the corners of his lips, as a pout began to form on the teens face. “How about tomorrow we take a walk, just the two of us, huh? Will that be alight?” The dragon-handler spoke, making sure to be loud enough for Bator to hear him perfectly from where he stood, tugging on his coat.
Turning his semi-pout upside down back to the delighted expression from before he nodded before stepping aside to say his farewells to Bator. Sparing Charlie one last glance, “Better hold that promise too, or I'll hire the twins to pull the prank of the decade on you, Charlie!” Harry said with a mischievous glint in his eyes before he turned to his quest, leaving the amused red-head to his own thoughts for now.
(Flashback)
Realization dawned upon Charlie then, he was really going to end-up a mangled mass of flesh here, dead and forgotten. He'd never be able to see Harry smile again, hear him laugh, cry or anything else again. What was even worse he couldn't take the lead on that walk; he'd be breaking a promise, a thought that chilled him to the core.
He couldn't bear a thought of causing sadness to the one who had already had his fair share dealt upon him. As the scales on his shoulder finally gave way with a loud, sickening crack Charlie willed him to stop resisting and cried out. “I yield...I YIELD!!”
Placing all his faith on the small chance of fate that submitting here and now would give him a chance to at least keep his life, even If he had to let go of the hope of mating Harry.
The words cried out rang clear In Bator's ears and after his last hammering blow against the red-heads shoulder the first halted there, just waiting for the bluff to wear off. When nothing happened Bator unlatched his jaws and let go of the male, pulling back to stand and look down at the beaten figure.
Bator's right wing drooped a little, blood dribbling still from the wound there, as well as from the one at his side. “Why?” Bator rumbled, glaring at the red-head.
The feeling of fangs leaving his flesh has Charlie hissing low under his breath, but beyond that he did nothing else as Bator stood. Once Bator was up on his feet so did Charlie roll over on the ground to get the weight off of his wings and to push himself up to kneel on the ground HIs right arm hanging heavy at his side as his wings stretched out to work out the kinks.
Lifting his head up to look at the brunette, Charlie made sure to have his eyes land upon Bator's chin, avoiding direct eye-contact on Instinct. “For Harry...:”Charlie groaned out as he moved his left hand over to feel his shoulder, finding some relief in the fact that it didn’t feel broken.
Eyeing the kneeling red-head for a moment, and weighing the words that had been spoken carefully before taking a step, starting on a slow circle around the other dom. “You yield...you forfeit your right to court young Harry as his first mate...for him?...explain.” Bator growled.
Charlie lowered his gaze as Bator began to move, thinking on a way to best explain it, deciding to just go with the simplest choice. “I can't defeat you...so I cannot offer him the protection that you can, but I can offer him guidance in the ways of our kind....”Charlie sighed out, groaning slightly as he attempted to roll his right shoulder slightly.
Bator kept circling for a while, listening carefully to the other, merely growling slightly at the way Charlie ended his explanation, suggesting that the red-head planned on still Interfering with this.
Hearing the growl from behind him had Charlie’s wings tugging back tIght against him while he lowered his head. “He has not had the same kind of upbringing as you and I....what he should have had taught to he has been neglected, he didn’t even know that he was a wizard until his eleventh birthday...” Charlie murmured quietly, remaining knelt on the ground.
Bator halted in his circling after Charlie’s words registered, Harry's upbringing had been neglected? To him that seemed almost impossible. There were rules that had been Implemented to ensure that no Dracken was born and raised unaware, for someone to have...seemed unreal yet, as far as Harry was concerned it seemed...plausIble.
“Let us say that is the truth...you are still willingly stepping down from this competition? Even knowing that you might never have a chance to court him...although...”Bator growled, a small smirk tugging at his lips as he circled back In front of the red-head.
Charlie lifts his head slightly, a small frown setting on his face. Must Bator taunt him so? Hadn't he already yielded and all but handed harry to him on a silver plate, though the way the brunette spoke piqued Charlie’s curiosity. Looking up, once more avoiding direct eye contact, Charlie tilted his head and let out a small Inquisitive rumble.
Still smirking Bator extended his left hand over to Charlie, waiting for the hesitant, submitting Dracken to take his hand before tugging him up. “The pover that stirs beneath Harry's very skin suggests...that even I vill not be enough to ground him...so who knows.” Bator hissed slightly, engaging Charlie In direct eye-contact.
Charlie hesitated only a moment at taking the offered hand, but since he felt no malice or dark Intent from the other, he took the offered limb to ease himself up to stand. The words that were spoken brought a small smile on Charlie’s lips as well. “Indeed, I'll keep my hopes up. “Charlie said as he nodded his head.
Bator nodded as well while he shook Charlie’s hand. He was willing to trust In Charlie to bring harry up to speed about his Inheritance without getting too close. If Charlie did, however, decide to act behind his back and break his own honour, then Bator would have no Issues In finishing this.
Letting go of Charlie’s hand Bator flexed his fingers and cracked his neck lazily, looking thoughtful for a moment. “I vish to give you something to remember this encounter from....”Bator rumbled with his baritone voice as he reached his right hand up.
Feeling about his neck for a moment he finally scraped his claw against the scales lightly until he could pinch something between his thumb and Index finger, something he brought out In front of a puzzled Charlie.
Between his fingers Bator held a single arrowhead-shaped scale, solid black except for the thin line of white going along the outer edge, thin at the base, thickening towards the point of the scale. “This is to remind you of your submission to me today, and as a reminder of my promise to treasure Harry, even If I could not become his mate.” Bator said in a serious tone of voice.
Charlie reached his left hand out and took the scale, looking at it for a while as he listened. Bristling a little at the first part of Bator's speech, and he could only to nod at the latter part, looking at the other right in the eyes as he set the gifted scale between his teeth and reached his left hand over to his right shoulder.
He began gently feeling about the damaged scales, probing here and there until he found a loose scale and gently pried it away. After cleaning it up with his fingers Charlie offered it to the other, waiting for the male to take it before taking the scale out of his own mouth.
Bator held the scale and examined it carefully. While it was nearly the same arrow-shape as his own, Bator noticed that it was longer and narrower and it had a neat crack in the middle, like spider web spanning along the surface of the blue and red spiral.
“May this be a sign of your supremacy over me and a promise to always defend Harry from the darkness of the world?” Charlie said with the same kind of determination as Bator had just a moment ago.
For a while the two males looked at one another with a serious expression on each of their faces, until a small smile tugged at their lips.
“Best be on our way then. Keep a close eye on our charge, but remember...one false move and I'll be back.” Bator growled out low as he moved his wings to drape them around himself. Once cocooned within his own wings he Apparated away, leaving Charlie alone in the woods.
Letting out a small snort, Charlie brought the scale up to examine it again. “I'm sure you will be, but you had best make yourself worthy of Harry...I will not let him suffer.” Charlie spoke casually to the chilly air before appearing himself back into his own room to heal and to think.
As he materialized in his room, Charlie nearly toppled over as the sound of his brothers voice came from the darkness, said brother of his sitting at his desk, obviously waiting for him.
“I see you've settled some things, Char.” Bill stated, rather than asked as he took in the condition in which his brother was in.
Pointing at the bed as he stood up; Bill merely indicated for Charlie to get on it as he went about gathering up the necessary healing items. “Change back and start talking.” was all he said as he set the items down.
Charlie knew better than to argue with Bill, especially since when the man really wanted to talk about something, so he just shifted back, growling In discomfort the entire way.
Nunn
Authors notes: yay, chapter 15....some action there written in my usual poor manner...sorry...@. @ my Inability to Implement speech Into my writing Is really bothering me....
Updated on 7.4.2015 with Beta-readers corrections <3
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