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The Rise of the Drackens: The Scaled Bits	By : StarLightMassacre Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 169456 -:- Recommendations : 8 -:- Currently Reading : 21
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A/N: This one-shot is, of course, the morning after Draco bottomed to Nasta and Max and we get to find out exactly why Draco now accepts himself, his Dracken and his mates since that night.

This chapter has a vaguely sexual under current, talk of past sex; talk of the male body parts, slightly sexual fingering for medicinal purposes and male masturbation, so consider yourselves warned, if you don’t wanna know, don’t read.

The Morning After Potion

Draco Abraxas Malfoy, aged seventeen as of yesterday, woke up with a stretch. He looked around him in the bed and as he saw the four other sleeping males, all cuddled up together, he himself wrapped up in a pair of large arms, his own arms wrapped firmly around a heavily sleeping Harry, he felt the familiar contradicting emotions of love, lust and shame for being with four other men, for loving four other men. The latter emotion was slowly being swallowed by the other two emotions and he was sure, in time, it would disappear completely.

He had now been a Dracken for a year and he felt no closer to accepting himself as he had on that first day, he thought that perhaps when his parents actually accepted him, only then would he be able to accept himself, but he had had a talk with Nasta one morning, when it had only been the two of them awake, and the older man had told him that it was the other way around, that only when he accepted himself would his parents accept him, but Draco couldn’t accept himself until he knew his parents would still love him, it was a vicious cycle that he was caught in and he had no idea how to break it.

He wiggled a bit in discomfort as his cheeks burnt with the remembrance of what he had done last night, of what he had done when caught up in the moment of his emotions. He had felt love to his bursting point, lust to a lesser degree as he had watched Harry’s luscious pink lips wrapped around Nasta. He had gotten caught up in the moment and now he awoke to his missing virginity and the mounting shame of his actions. Malfoys were supposed to have steel control of themselves and their bodies and he had caved, he had surrendered his body to these four men in just a single moment of time, a single moment of weakness and it had cost him the entirety of his heart.

He loved these four men. He loved them with his entire being and it frightened him. This level of love, the loss of control he had over himself, it terrified him.

Draco looked over his shoulder as Max made a soft sound in his throat and shifted his very large body closer to his back, a hard something prodding his thigh. Draco went a bit pink as he realised exactly what that hard thing was and rolled over off of his side and onto his back. The lance of pain that ran up his spine had him yelling out.

Nasta shot up with Blaise and Harry clutched to his chest, his black wings with their yellow-gold scales wrapped protectively around them like a shield and Max had him swiped up into his own arms as the two of them looked around alertly for the danger even as Harry yawned and blearily gazed about lazily with half closed eyes. Harry began falling asleep again, lolling against Blaise and Draco felt awful for waking him up.

“What the hell?” Nasta grumbled his voice sleep gruff and gravelly.

“Why did you yell?” Max asked as he pulled him back to look up at him.

“I’m in pain.” Draco hissed out as he arched his back against another spasm of pain.

That made all of them blink. Harry opened his eyes a crack and actually grinned sleepily at him.

“Told you it hurt the morning after. Just imagine ten days of continuous sex, all of it rough and primal, not the soft and gentle you had last night, from four men of varying lengths and girths. I’m bloody sore.”

Max laid him down gently and Draco felt like punching that strong, concerned face. He was not a bloody child! He could handle a bit of bloody pain!

“I…”

“Hush.” Nasta ordered and Draco felt his mouth gently close, he could speak if he wanted to, but he knew it would displease the top dominant, he knew he could be punished if he displeased the top dominant, he didn’t like it, but he remained silent.

“We know how you feel.” Nasta told him quietly as he swayed his arms lightly, Harry sleeping like a baby in his arms. Draco knew if Harry had been any more alert than he was he would have pitched a fit about how he was being treated, but Nasta seemed to be doing it unconsciously as all of his attention was on him.

“We know you don’t want to be fussed over, but we will not have you going around in pain, now you can apply the potion yourself, or one of us can do it for you, but you will have it applied one way or another.”

Draco sighed and pushed the vial of potion at Max, a light staining of pink on his face. Harry had awful trouble trying to apply the potion in the right place and Draco had no aspirations of either making a fool of himself, or prolonging this experience any longer than necessary.

Max smiled lovingly at him at the show of trust he had given the older, bigger male. He huffed and turned his head away as Max coated a finger in the potion and watched Nasta rock Harry like a toddler instead. Blaise was lying down again, but those indigo eyes were open and watching him with love. Draco had never thought that Blaise, his friend since childhood, his roommate of six years and his playmate of forever would ever become one of his sexual partners; he had thought that it would never work between them, but with the addition of Max, Nasta and Harry, it worked so well.

A finger touched one of his most private places and he jumped and squirmed. Blaise sidled over to lay half on his body, nuzzling his cheek lovingly and soothingly as Max once again touched him with a potion coated finger. That finger eased its way inside his body and Draco felt his body burn with embarrassment as it quickly sought out the sore muscles and stroked them.

Along with a small edge of pain, Draco felt near overwhelming pleasure as he remembered what this action had brought him last night and he couldn’t stop himself from reacting with a small sigh from the back of his throat and a twitch of interest from his flaccid cock. Max chuckled and leant down to kiss his belly.

“Now now Draco. Not this morning, you need to recover from last night first, but I’d be more than happy to make love to you again.” Max winked and Draco went bright pink, the darkest his incredibly pale skin could flush.

“Stop teasing him Max.” Nasta chastised lightly. “Apply the potion and leave Draco to recover from your abuses from last night.”

“My abuses? Nasta love, we both know that you’re the thickest of us, if anyone ripped him during sex it was you.”

“He isn’t ripped, he’s just sore; you are the longest out of us all, if anyone made him sore it was you by going so deep into his body.” Nasta countered with a smile.

Max snorted and went back to his job of carefully rubbing potion into Draco’s internal muscles.

“There, all done.” Max said happily as he pulled his finger free of Draco’s body.

Draco shot up and climbed out of the bed. “I’m going for a shower.”

“Try not to wash off the potion or we’ll have to apply it again.” Nasta said seriously as he laid a sleeping Harry back on the bed, tucking him under the duvet.

Draco didn’t answer as he rushed into the bathroom and into the shower. He turned on the water and just stood there. He didn’t really want a shower, he just wanted some space to think and take care of the by-product of having a finger shoved inside of him, rubbing so gently.

He gripped himself tightly and closed his eyes as he stroked. He was so confused! He loved those men, he had let them take his body, had taken pleasure from it, he had loved it even, but he wasn’t supposed to. He had been interested in women, before his inheritance he had loved looking at the female form, had admired it, had fantasised about it. Even after his inheritance he had still been daydreaming over women, right up until he met Harry when he was calling with his pheromones for a mate.

Harry had turned into a beautiful, gorgeous, slender and supple man. Those large eyes, those thick eyelashes, the curved, sensual mouth. It would have been easy to mistake him for a female if it wasn’t for that hair and his personality. He could handle the thoughts that his daydreams had been confusing Harry with women, he could handle being gay for Harry, but now he wasn’t only gay for Harry. He was gay for three other men and Harry.

The thought of Max’s grin, Nasta’s strength and Blaise’s eyes all got him aroused just as much as Harry did and it confused the hell out of him! He stroked himself faster as he thought of the four men in the bedroom, of his four men. They were his and they loved him just as much as he had come to love them.

Draco swallowed a groan and squeezed himself tightly. He couldn’t imagine living without those four men now. The very thought of it clenched his heart in icy fear. They were a family now, all of them and the baby of course, a baby that could be his.

He jerked himself as the water beating down on his back heated his body and turned it a soft, cherry blossom pink. Those men in the next room cared for him, they weren’t horrible or nasty, they weren’t a set-up, arranged marriage between his parents and theirs, he was with them because he loved them and they loved him and they would never intentionally set out to hurt him, just as he wouldn’t ever want to hurt them.

Draco released himself over the shower wall with a soft cry and he sunk down to sit against the shower door. He had never been happier than he had been during these past few months with those men. His heart was overflowing with love for them and the baby. He had settled into a routine with them, he could talk to them, he confided in them, he was enjoying his current life and he didn’t want to give it up. He wouldn’t ever give this up and it was with that thought that he turned his mind sadly to his parents. It would smother something inside of him to be disowned by them, it would cut him up inside and rip his heart to pieces, but he knew that even if all of that happened, Harry, Blaise, Max and Nasta would be there to help him through it, that those four men would hold him as he cried, would sooth him as he screamed, would lovingly put his heart back together piece by tiny piece and they would do it without once complaining, would do it because they loved him so very much.

It was in that moment, lying supported against the shower door, that Draco realised that he couldn’t give those four men up. Not even for his parents could he give up the life and love he now had, the happiness he felt. A single tear traced down his cheek, mingling with the water from the showerhead as he realised that if it came down to an ultimatum between his parents or his mates, then he would wholeheartedly choose Harry, Nasta, Blaise and Max and he would have absolutely no regrets about doing so.

Draco smiled as he stood up and switched the shower off; he wrapped himself in a fluffy towel and padded on the tiles of the bathroom floor to his clothes. He felt lighter now that he had accepted that he would be with these men for the rest of his life, that his children would be carried and birthed by Harry. Keeping his parents happy in this situation meant making himself utterly miserable and he couldn’t do that to himself, he couldn’t do it to Harry and the others, he couldn’t abandon the baby that could possibly be his.

With his clothes on and his mind made up, Draco went to start a new day living with his lovers, following Max’s infectious belly laugh to the kitchen where he was making breakfast like he always did, Nasta was reading the Daily Prophet that Harry’s owl, Hedwig, had brought whilst he was in the shower and Blaise was laughing along with Max. Nasta’s light scowl made Draco smile; it was obviously something the older man didn’t approve of. He settled down next to Nasta, who unconsciously shifted towards him and laid the paper down flat so they could read it together, it was with a tightening in his heart Draco realised Nasta had been doing this every morning they had shared together. He was easily accepted into their little morning bubble, even though Harry was still asleep in bed. They included him with an ease that spoke of their comfort with him, there was no awkwardness, no forced smiles or greetings, no tension, it was just relaxed and peaceful.

Max laughed again as he set down an armful of plates, hugging Blaise to him, before he gave Draco his own plate of lovingly cooked food and gave him a kiss to the side of the head. It was the first time that Draco didn’t play holy hell with him for it; he didn’t shout, cuss, shove him away or complain. He just accepted the kiss with a small smile and began to eat his food. Max was faintly shocked, Draco could tell from his expression, but he just raised an eyebrow as he took a gulp of tea from his cup and Max went on to give Nasta his breakfast.

It would take a bit of time and a bit more getting used to, but Draco was sure that he had made the right choice. He was happy here, happy with his four lovers and his unborn son. He didn’t want to give them up, so he wouldn’t, he was committed to them now forever and that thought made his soul shine and his heart pulse as he hid a smile behind his tea cup.

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