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Mirkys Drabble Chain	By : MirkyTwilight Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 11557 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Title: Drabble 15 - Poor Thing
Pairing: Harry.OM.OM
Fandom: Harry Potter Xover Lord of the Ring
AN: Surprise threesome, another part will be added in the future.

Sweat matted his brow, his body glistened in the moon light, and hair stuck to his face as his teeth bit into his arm. His stomach muscles clenched as waves of pleasure had him mewling in agony. There was only so much he could take and his lover was in a playful mood this night. A leather strap cut off his ejaculation but that didn�t stop orgasms from wracking his body, it was a frustrating combination of pain and pleasure that had his mind floating in nirvana not truly aware of the audience enraptured.
Finally!
His legs were once again spread and the blunt head of a slightly thicker cock pressed against his gaping hole and with one jerk he cried out as the assault battered that special place in him that was swollen and pulsed. Begging, the young wizard arched his back and thrashed his head as his thighs clenched around his lover who was merciless. The man above grunted and with a punishing jerk that forced that cock as deep as possible he felt his insides bathed with a scorching heat.
It should have been over, that strap around his angry cock should have been untangled to allow him his own release� but his lover merely pulled out and the bed dipped as the man was no longer there. He tugged at his binds, �Please�� his wrists were raw and his lungs burned as the very air was thick with the scent of sex and magic making it harder to breadth�
*gasp*
Awakening, body bathed in sweat Harry stared unseeing into the dark that was his bedroom. The sheets were tangled between his legs and his chest heaved as he gulped in each desperate breadth. Glancing from the shadows to the open balcony doors he stared out into the night as the sheer curtains billowed with the spring wind. His tears had long since dried, all he had were memories of a life that seemed so long ago but truly for him passed into the half century mark. Still a sob escaped him and Harry turned to his pillows for comfort as he remembered being tossed into a world he knew nothing about, elves, goblins, hobbits, a ring� the one ring to rule them all.
It had only been passing minutes from when Malfoy uttered some unknown spell at him during a friendly duel but it was a great many passing years for Harry. Years that had shown when he dropped from the ceiling to the cobblestone amongst the chaos of students and professors�, the youth had from his teens had been replaced to that of a young man who was still unfortunately shorter than his lovers but held a strength that came from riding horses, climbing mountains, and wielding a sword. Fingers biting into the expensive fabric Harry remembered the odd looks from the ranger and elf, the way they would surround him, the way one would touch him with abandonment and the other more restrained. It had taken a while for the term lover to be applied, Elves worked oddly with wooing and no one had bothered to inform him, the group merely shared secret smiles or rolled their eyes when his precious Legolas would court him with the help of Aragorn.
To be left with nothing but memories was torture and it was all Harry could do to not end his life� with the bonding he couldn�t. It was a bitter sweet reality to learn that somewhere in some alternate dimension, reality, world, his lovers were alive. If they were dead their ties would be severed and his former attempts would have killed him. Above all else Harry hoped they were happy together, well, and healthy. It was a hope he clung to in the dead of the night where his false smiles could slip away and he could grieve on his own.
The war against Sauraun had been won, the ring destroyed, and they intended to travel freely and make love beneath the stars, Harry�s only consolation was that before he was so angrily snatched from his happiness he at least was able to bond himself to the men he loved beyond reason. It was the only way for them to be together for as long as Legolas lived, the elf was essentially immortal. The nicks on the palm of his hand where their blood mingled were a solid reminder that his time on Middle Earth wasn�t a figment of his imagination.
Voldemort was nothing but a ranting child compared to Orcs and the Eye in the Sky, a problem Harry quickly took care of before he hid himself away. Tossing the sheets aside Harry sat up and rubbed at his face, the stubble on his chin reminded him he needed to shave. Standing Harry padded to the balcony and stared out into the city that was as far away from the Queen as he could get. Even at such a late hour the world moved at a quick place, time wouldn�t change, the wizards changed very little and he was in awe to watch how the muggle's advanced from digital billboards to trains that drove on the street above traffic.
The railing was smooth and cool beneath his hands as he peered down the hundred plus stories of the hotel to the pool below. How many times had he jumped from this ledge? How many times had he wished the impact would kill him? Scoffing Harry knew it was too many times and after all these years he shouldn�t be so melodramatic. Shouldn�t he be grateful he had time and money on his hands to help find answers? Only� there weren�t any answers. Harry had thrown galleons at anyone and everyone that could help him; he hired whom he could to scour the vast libraries of the world to find something that could send him back.
One leg then the other Harry maneuvered himself so he sat on the railing, legs dangling. The fall always made him feel alive, the rush of adrenaline allowed for him to pretend he wasn�t dead because without them he was essentially nothing. Lifting a hand, his foot hooked behind the railings poles. The scar on his palm was pink and raised, it looked as if it hadn�t quite healed with the skin around still red� it reminded him of himself, he was still the same as he had arrived. Not quite healed, raw, red, a permanent fixture in a world that just might die with him still wandering.
The wind gushed towards him, his hair flew behind him and for a moment he wondered if the powers that be were trying to valiantly stop him from unhooking his feet from their hold and sleeping pants bunching as he slid off the smooth rail to fall� He would tumble down, the wind swallowing and caressing him, the windows would pass him in a blur, and his heart would beat a mile a minute as he fell but the rush never came as his arm gave a jerk. Harry looked up first at the knuckled grip that bit into the flesh of his arm and up, up, to the glaring grey eyes that he fell into.
�Aragorn.� It came out breathless, a whisper on his lips he wasn�t sure he spoke at all.
�You should let him fall.� The tone was angry and Harry felt his heart lurch as he looked over and there bathed in the lights that was the stars and the surrounding city was Legolas.
�Are you a fool?� Aragorn bit out.
He should have been happy, deliriously so, but Harry felt for a moment that he was back on Middle Earth and aggravation ate at him. It was stupid, a childish reaction he was known for. Honestly the former ranger should have known better, never, ever, call Harry a fool. If you did, he would do foolish things just to prove a point that really in the end did prove he was a fool. It was a shock of magic, a familiar and much missed zap that had Aragorn�s grip go slack and Legolas lunge to grab at him but Harry fell with �aha� smirk that had both men shouting, �Harry!�
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