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WONKY CROSS	By : JanisJ Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 59358 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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A/N: Thanks for all the reads, rates and reviews! They are awesome and feed my muse! You guys rock!

Sorry for the fake-out with Chapter 20! I tried to update and then realized half of it was weirdly cut off…. Then internet problems…. *Grrrr*

Unneeded: As for how Ginny’s lover deals with her— I think Miss Weasley is VERY different with her. I believe, since she didn’t/doesn’t have all her unrealistic expectations that she has about her supposed life with Harry, she’s much more accepting and realistic. Plus, Demelza understands ‘girly-lovey-parts’ much better ;P. I also imagine the fiery redhead’s domineering personality coupled with her girlfriend’s meek one works for them! ;)

917brat: I’m so tickled to be an inspiration for more HP/CW!! I love it!! I look forward to reading your fic! I think Charlie has sooo much potential as a character, especially since he isn’t described much in canon (there’s only a few brief times). Plus, he’s exactly the type of guy I go for in RL (strong, horny, charismatic yet sweet and a dedicated caregiver to animals :) !

Kimmimaru: I hope it made sense about the Patronus switching the more you read on—and that you are happy he got his stag back! Thanks for all your interest and recent reviews! That makes me very happy :)

Hope all you wonderful readers enjoy this next little bit….

~O~

FOCUS, PART 3

Harry managed a modicum of grace at landing after the Portkey, more than he ever had before, thanks to the strong limbs encircling him and being hugged fiercely to Charlie’s tree-trunk of a torso. He stumbled a bit with his footing but remained upright. Instantly, his lover was holding him at arm’s length, frantic blue eyes checking him over, wordlessly besieging him for confirmation that he was all right.

His heart melted all over again at the care the highly attentive redhead lavished on him. The cock-eyed grin he couldn’t help over being doted upon served to assure Charlie.

And the next thing he noticed that it was hot— much warmer than the climate they had just exited. Starting to sweat slightly, he took a step back to survey his surroundings, noting the heavily wooded area and rustic wooden cottages when a green and tawny blur barreled at them with a screech to rival a Banshee.

“CHARLIEEEEEEEEEEEE!”

It was a testament to the inherent strength of the second eldest Weasley son that when he braced his frame as a woman launched herself onto him he didn’t wobble one bit. Tanned muscled legs in denim cut-offs and cowboy boots gripped him around his waist and her bare, toned arms grabbed his broad shoulders; he was able to support what had to be quite the substantial weight, judging by the fact that once her figure came into focus, she was just as sturdy as Charlie, only feminine in form.

She was laughing, wriggling and running her fingers through his hair, squealing nonsense of how much he’d been missed when he ended the full-bodied hug too early (if her confused expression was anything to go by) and gently pushed her off. “You’re here, you’re back,” she babbled, hands still tangling in his fiery mane.

“Let the man breathe, Tiger,” a slow, sultry voice sounded from over behind Harry and he spun around, chagrined that he’d been so wrapped up in the woman that had affectionately accosted his lover that he hadn’t realized that the three of them were no longer alone. He should have been more constant in his vigilance in the face of being completely out of his depth in a new situation and location!

An extremely tall, even more heavily muscled and unbelievably curvy woman was stalking sinuously towards the newly reunited pair; the sunlight glinted off her golden hair and her loose, flowing white skirt swayed sensually around her knees with each step. (Harry was starting to envy their light, barely-there attire as he felt the sun beating down and feeling humid in his heavier outfit.)

Harry’s mouth popped open when she got nose to freckled nose with his man, now realizing she stood noticeably higher than him as she stared him down— his jaw dropped further when this new woman burst into a dazzling smile and picked Charlie up and swung him around in a circle like he was a small child.

Laughing sheepishly, the ginger dragon-handler took a step back when she set him down. “Still, the ever exuberant witch, I see….”

“At least I didn’t jump you like my partner in crime!” she retorted, and gave him what looked to be quite the bruising punch to his bicep. Harry’s hand twitched and his wand dropped into an easy hold, ready to cast if she harmed him further.

“Why didn’t you tell us you were coming?!” she pouted, affecting hurt feelings fused with acrid acidity— complete with puffy lower lip and rigid hands on rounded hips demanding a satisfactory answer. Harry was reminded of a young Mrs. Weasley, sternly making sure everyone behaved appropriately but tempered by a consuming love to take care of all those around her.

“I--” Charlie was saved the burden of supplication when yet another voice sounded from behind that first ‘Tiger’ girl that had been watching the whole exchange with amusement.

“Well, well, well….” Harry whirled to face the low masculine drawl and blanched in an involuntary shudder; the man approaching was huge, imposing and for some reason the superficial aesthetic resemblance reminded him strongly of what could have been a brother of Lucius Malfoy. The wary brunet went on instinct and made it subtly known that he had his weapon at the ready.

“What do we have here?” The wizard that looked every part of a Norse God made it obvious that his intent gaze was homed in solely on Harry (and NOT on his wayward comrade, ignoring his co-worker completely).

Harry quailed a little as he was dwarfed by the shadow of the confident man approaching him with his hand extended to shake. Something about the intense, predatory ice-blue gaze and calculating smile made him flash back to the Department of Mysteries and the way Malfoy Sr. had tried to coolly charm him into giving over the Prophecy Orb.

He gulped and transferred his wand to his other hand in order to be polite and shake the one extended to him. The minute their hands locked, the man’s eye’s flashed a fire that he was even more disconcerted by.

The croon of, “Such a fresh, new, delectable young gift you have brought us,” directed at Charlie out of the corner of his mouth, all the while boring his hypnotic gaze into Harry’s face (and then raking up and down his body) got the brunet flustered. Not bothering to hide his leering appreciation in the least, this wizard made him feel “as prey” and caused Harry want to put a great distance between them.

The “Chosen One’s” stomach squirmed in discontent. (Was he somehow supposed to be flattered by this?!)

Harry did not care for the way his fingers were clenched firmly at first and then were not let go as his grip slackened to end it; he especially didn’t like the way the stranger’s middle finger stroked and caressed his palm.

(Only his lover had done such a thing when they were innocently holding hands at the Castle-- but it had always ended up being a prelude to a hasty retreat to somewhere private.)

He also didn’t want to be rude, or break the intimidating stare down that seemed to be happening between them.

Perhaps the different customs of foreign people might take offense if he were to end the greeting short? He certainly didn’t want to create any problems or commit a cultural faux pas. He figured he was just acting under being coloured by his gut reaction to finding this new man similar to someone he’d been persecuted by in the past.

Finally (after an embarrassingly long silence— and even longer manual finger-lock he was still in with a stranger all this time), he stammered, “Erm…. Hello. My name is Harry.”

“OH, bless his soul!” Several pairs of eyes flickered towards the smallest woman there as she quietly squealed with fingertips poised over her lips and dispelled whatever unnamed anxiety had been building (drumming the heels of her cowboy boots in synchronicity with her words). “Charlie! He has your same adorable accent!”

Once she mentioned speech— and he’d heard more from her— he thought that the witch he’d first ‘met’ maybe sounded North American (he could be wrong, he didn’t have a lot of experience with international dialects after all). But it WAS the English language in some form or another….

The flustered brunet was relieved to be able to disengage his limb from the white-blond-haired man then and was grateful that Charlie pulled his forearm away and linked their fists once again. Harry noticed his partner was tense, wondering at the hint of dare in his eyes when he stiffly introduced the other male dragon-handler with clenched teeth, “This is Nick.”

The golden-blonde woman quietly observing all this silently off to the side muttered, “Also known as ‘The Dick’. Although the name has nothing to do with that skinny, pale Flobberworm he carries between his legs.” At his scowl, she added, obviously not scared by the powerful man in the least and informed them all, “Nick ‘The Sarcastic Asshole’ doesn’t quite have the same ring to it, does it?”

“Ah shut it, Titsy!” the Malfoy-clone sneered with half malice, but mixed with some good-natured ribbing. “It’s called ‘dry wit’ and I wouldn’t expect you to know the difference.” He turned to Harry again and purred, “You’re welcome to decide for yourself what part of me fits the description.” He leaned in close, his warm breath ghosting over Harry’s face, “She’s overly critical at times…. And I assure you, it’s well worth it to give me a try….”

“Fuck off all of you!” Charlie said laughing. “Harry, this is SerenaRose.” He indicated the girl with hair spanning all colors of brown and honey, even orange where the sun shone through it— the brunet now noticing she had a very unusual shade of forest green eyes-- “also known as ‘Tiger’. We all have come to live with certain nicknames around here….”

She took up both his hands, disregarding the wand (an odd reaction Harry thought. Most people he knew of would be rabid for a perusal of his famous Holly-and-Phoenix Ollivander creation or absolutely squeamish of it.) She smoothed her fingers over his. He got another strange surge of appraisal from her.

(Something about her— but vastly different at the same time— reminded him of Luna. Something he couldn’t quite grasp about an inner-knowledge or intuition he had no concept about….)

She seemed to contemplate his digits rather diligently, as if committing their shape to memory and beamed up at Charlie, winking. “So this is the reason we haven’t gotten one measly letter since Christmas?”

Charlie shakily chuckled and nodded, murmuring “I’ve been busy.”

At SerenaRose’s impish smirk he cleared his throat, “This is MaryAnne,” the redhead gestured toward the tall blonde woman who was alternately glaring at Nick and smiling welcomingly at their guest.

“Pleased to meet you,” she stated formally and received a handshake of her own and leaned in to tell Harry, “don’t mind the boys, they are ill-mannered, stupid and posturing on the best of days.”

“Well,” she humphed, raising her head, speaking louder so that all could hear, “since we have a couple more mouths to feed, we’ll need more than the tri-tip I have marinating.” With that, the mothering blonde snatched a chicken that had wandered close by and wrung its neck with a swift expediency.

SerenaRose closed her eyes. She reverently clutched the amulet that hung around her neck and then plucked a feather from beast’s chest—over its heart— and whispered, “Bless the bird” while her breath blew the fluff away on the breeze.

“Don’t mind her,” Charlie squeezed his lover around his shoulders, “She’s delicate about slaughter.”

SerenaRose’s lids flashed open and irises burned with a certain AK fire.

“I’m not delicate!” she growled, and punched Charlie’s arm. He flinched away laughing. “I’m sensitive!”

She turned towards Harry in gentle explanation, “My spirituality is Earth and Synergy-based…. I thank the Goddess for the food we eat,” she told the newcomer. “I DO like to eat meat….” She elaborated with a strange glint in her eye, “Though, I just don’t enjoy death.”

“Yeah, yeah, we all know you like to eat ‘meat’…..” MaryAnne grumbled with a knowing smile as she sat herself on the road where she’d stood and began pulling feathers.

“Ah, and you DO enjoy ‘le petit mort’…. Multiple times, little woman,” Nick said teasingly….

The smallest witch (still as tall as Charlie and larger than Harry) made some dismissive noises, murmuring that ‘orgasms are life-affirming’. Charlie whispered in Harry’s ear that her moniker reflected how she was a hellcat in the sack, full of snarls and scratching and when she reached a sufficient amount of climaxes, she purred.

“So,” SerenaRose overly-loudly changed the subject (knowing full-well what her redheaded colleague had said), “Neil’s on paternity leave, they had twins. And Jason and Josh are on patrol…. Should be in the southeast quadrant by now….” There was a grin threatening, but of course, Harry was in the dark as to what was so humourous.

Charlie’s smile matched it as he asked, “How long?”

She uttered, “Two weeks,” holding up a couple fingers and giggling as if it was a punch-line to a joke.

(Apparently it WAS as everyone had a big laugh at this information.)

Harry waited until Charlie’s chuckles died down enough to explain:

“Josh and Jason prefer women for sure, but both are such randy buggers that a fortnight does them in and they can’t stand it anymore. They hold out, piss and moan, are irritable as all shit for days and miserable to be around. Then say ‘fuck it!’ and…. well…. DO. You can set your watch to it!” (He gestured, proffering his wrist although he never wore a timepiece on his arm.) “And they have a couple more weeks to go in the rotation…. Poor prats still pretend they aren’t at least a little Bi….”

Just as the redhead was going to inquire after some other co-workers, they were interrupted by yet another Preserve inhabitant. It was immediately obvious that this person was not so pleased to see the newly arrived couple as the others.

“Harry. FUCKING. Potter!”

A bitter voice sounded behind them all and the burly people whirled as one to the nasally whine that sounded, coming from the only two-story building flanking one side of the square. Out from behind Nick’s hulking frame-- that had eclipsed her from view entirely until she was upon them-- the owner of the voice emerged.

(Harry recognized her. She had been in his year and friends with Bulstrode and Parkinson…… what was her first name? He knew it started with a ‘T’…. Tessie? Tammy? All he really knew of her was ‘Miss Davis’.)

“You know, Pansy had it right that we should have handed you over to the Dark Lord! It would have saved us a whole lot of trouble. Thanks for nothing, you goody-two-shoes Half-Blood SCUM! Now you made it so all of us have to go on without getting our degree!”

“We fixed the school. Everyone is invited back in September to finish despite the unusual circumstances….” Harry offered. He was trying to placate this girl amicably though inside he was seething that if she had had HER way, many hundreds more people would not get the chance to complete their education. They’d be dead.

(Not to mention the twisted Soul she would’ve followed was a Half-Blood himself-- even more so, since HIS father was a full Muggle and Harry’s mother was Muggle-born but a witch nonetheless!)

Charlie, himself, was desperately holding back from knocking the shit out of this little twit that was single-handedly ruining his home and hopes for a warm reception and acceptance for his beloved’s introduction to this huge part of his life. Indeed, this twat had tainted the bliss of his sanctuary, free from all judgment. Her poisonous presence threw him, like hearing the jarring of a string of wrong notes in a favourite piece of music.

“As if anyone there would want Slytherins back!” she screeched in a tone that was grating on everyone’s nerves (if the grimaces of his friends were anything to go by).

“We’d be murdered in our sleep!” she spat. Her thin figure trembled in self-righteous anger, her spindly frame looked sickly compared to all the muscled bodies surrounding her-- and with her sallow, pasty-white skin the colour of sour milk, it was clear she didn’t belong. She wasn’t one of them.

“That would be ‘The Bitch’. She rides in on called favors to haunt us. Oh, and does the paper-work….” MaryAnne remarked, supplying some commentary and background of as to why this caustic person was here and how they felt about the witch.

“Shut up, you fat cow! This fucker here destroyed our way of life!” the young lady screamed, gesticulating wildly at their brunet visitor, becoming more unhinged by the moment. “That stupid Gryffindor ruined everything! You just hate me because I’m a Slytherin!!”

SerenaRose’s face wrinkled in disgust and pity, but laughed as she shook her head. She held a sweet tone in her condescension:

“And we keep telling you— those labels have no bearing here. None of us went to your school, so that means nothing. It’s too horribly juvenile…. and incredibly unnecessary!” She laughed again, and then sighed, making it clear to the woman that she found her pathetic without saying it out-right.

Harry’s estimation of the witch rose while Charlie looked on with amusement. “We simply make assumptions and judgments based on the presented evidence and merit,” the green-eyed woman continued. “And you have some unusual and very negative ideas….”

“Hufflepuff!!” It was clear by the girl’s vicious tone it was meant to be an insult, but as SerenaRose had said, it didn’t mean anything to those who didn’t know the Hogwarts Houses or their rivalries.

MaryAnne simply responded with a brittle, uninterested, “Gesundheit,” and continued plucking feathers.

The man that Harry recognized as their dragon liaison, Ivan Yakinov (that caused him to snigger inwardly about his name but his outward countenance held nothing but respect) came up behind them and they ALL straightened up and fell in line. It was a true measure to the man’s innate aura of authority. All teasing and joking fell to the wayside and they presented themselves in professional deference.

“Tracey. Lee. DAVIS!” he barked. The disagreeable girl visibly flinched and slowly turned to face the thundering, hulking mass of man that stood behind her in a towering temper.

(AH, Harry realized. Yes, ‘Tracey’-- it started with a ‘T’, had two syllables and ended with an ‘ee’ sound!)

“Niece, I send you back to my sister!” he yelled. “You broke the terms to the familial contract! You have been rude and inhospitable to my staff since you arrived for asylum-- but you dare to insult a reputable and esteemed guest? This is the last straw, child! Gather your things.”

Tracey looked horrified but didn’t budge. “March!” her uncle barked, wand drawn and motioning towards-- what Harry assumed-- were her quarters.

She gave them all a mutinous and murderous glare and stormed off.

Charlie muttered under his breath, “More like she should be IN an asylum….” (Harry cringed a bit that two girls in the short span of two days had been turned out of their home because of their reaction to seeing him.)

“Ding, dong, the witch is dead!” MaryAnne sing-songed and swayed in time to her words while still picking tonight’s dinner bald, boldly voicing their stance before the two were completely out of ear-shot.

“Which old witch?” SerenaRose answered in a rhythm that made the men come to the conclusion that this was some practiced exchange-- perhaps from an American nursery-rhyme or seen on Muggle television?

“The wicked witch!” the blonde responded with a grin, chanting in the same measured meter, pointing at the gaunt girl’s retreating back.

The men just shook their heads— it had to be some thing they didn’t get; after all, the shrew of a woman in question wasn’t deceased…. Just banished. And it seemed the dragon-handlers who’d had to deal with her until now were nothing but pleased that she was made to leave.

The mystified males could only laugh at the justified sentiment and the soft affectionate look shared by the two ladies over something secret between the two self-proclaimed ‘partners in crime’-- and then tuned them out as they mentioned something about red shoes. (The men knew then for sure they were uninterested in asking or knowing more!)

Harry wrinkled his nose when one of them sighed, “Our savior” and the smaller woman noticed.

“Oh! Sorry! That’s one of those ostentatious titles the Brits call you that you hate so much, isn’t it? We never followed that stuff much but Charlie used to gush in writing about you before the start of the New Year….” she rushed to elaborate— then gave the sheepish redhead a pointed glare, indicating she was still a bit miffed by the lack of correspondence since then.

“I didn’t mean anything by it, just that we’ve been hoping for that bitch to leave us alone ever since she got here. But thank you all the same— You got her to go away and saved us all from so MANY headaches! Didn’t mean to offend you….”

The brunet couldn’t help the pleased grin that explanation left— Here he could be ‘Just Harry’. He appreciated the candor-- and he could tell how honestly sincere and open she was with all the words she spoke.

SerenaRose moved towards the rows of vegetables in the garden that spanned out behind the rough-hewn structures they had landed in the center of, saying to Charlie and Harry, “Go settle in and wait for dinner,” as she whisked up a picking basket. “Nick, please try and behave yourself with our company. I have the feeling Red would greatly appreciate it.”

She shot an indiscernible smile over her shoulder at Harry as she left.

Two large dogs bounded at the small gathering-- a goofy looking Lab and a black and white Husky.

Harry didn’t know what disconcerted him more— the fact that his lover had so much unspoken history that he wasn’t privy to or the fact that the two canines were checking him over, slobbering and sniffing with muzzles filled with sharp teeth at his crotch. They seemed friendly, but as half his experience with canines was rather negative (Ripper and Fluffy sprang to mind— Padfoot didn’t count as it was really Sirius— and he’d always thought Fang was the wimpy exception to the rule) so he was wary.

The wolf-like dog howled accusingly at Charlie and he muttered apologies to this ‘Ayla’ that he’d been gone so long and patted her while she melted her side into his shins in submissive acquiescence. (Harry was again amazed at the easy rapport Charlie seemed to have with all animals-- He found the nurturing caregiving EXTREMLEY sexy!)

Charlie queried, “Where’s Vlad?” and Harry noted two identical, telling grins from the co-workers that remained.

Nick answered, barely restraining his glee, “It’s Queenie’s day off.”

Charlie chuckled, obviously getting an inside joke again and pulled Harry by his sleeve eagerly, tugging him towards the second little shack down the dirt-paved lane like he couldn’t wait to give him a present.

They burst in the front door and were greeted by the sight of a towering, equally-muscled (as everyone they’d met so far) man, but the black body-hair that was spilling from a tight bustier, mini skirt and down burly legs (complete with huge feet squished into stiletto heels) created a horridly oxymoronic visual juxtaposition.

The heavily painted face registered shock before morphing into a scowl. He waved his wand and transfigured his flamboyant outfit back into trousers and t-shirt, also effectively cancelling his garish make-up.

“You did not tell anyvone you were comingk,” he stated with a growl— in yet another indiscernible accent to Harry— adding with an annoyed, “vith company.” (His guttural sound was kind-of reminiscent of Viktor’s? Maybe?)

“What, and ruin the surprise?” Charlie asked with the same high-pitched tone that smacked of feigned innocence— it strongly reminded Harry of the twins when everyone knew damn well that it was them that had perpetrated a prank. (The brunet spared a pang in his chest over the loss of Fred, although time was letting it dull just a little bit.)

”Aw, he’s cool….” His redheaded lover waved dismissively. “This is Harry.”

Vlad nodded, “I thingk the surprise vas more for your friend?” Making a pointed look at them both but his eyes traveling the newcomer’s frozen features, he gruffly continued, “I must admit, I’ve gotten rather used to having the cottage to myself for the past year.”

Charlie smiled as they grasped each other in huge arms, murmuring that it really HAD been entirely too long , dispelling any notion the man was cross with their dropping in— it was quite the opposite in fact, a man’s way of expressing that they had been missing the other’s presence.

Harry might have thought to be jealous until he remembered that the redhead had told him this man was totally straight, despite enjoying cross-dressing in the privacy of his own home.

Even the brunet, as self-admittedly dim as he was about feelings could see that this was how they dealt with emotional issues of separation. In fact, it was much the same as how he and Ron had dealt with the reunion after battling the Locket Horcrux together….

Some things you just KNOW and don’t have to say out loud…. (in ‘girly-style’).

~O~

Over an incredibly delicious dinner, Charlie launched into a full-blown recitation to his friends of ‘The Golden Trio’s’ escape from Gringotts on the back of an Ukrainian Ironbelly-- having insisted on hearing it so many times from Harry, he knew it by heart. The brunet had to roll his eyes as the redhead embellished each part, blow by blow, making it sound thrilling and exciting rather than the fear-filled and utterly mad endeavor that it actually was.

Harry still wasn’t used to so much avid attention.

He understood everyone’s fascination with a new person with fresh stories to tell when they only really interacted with a limited number of people day in and day out— but he squirmed uncomfortably in his seat at being placed in such a ‘Lumos Maxima’.

And especially with the leering, hungry looks Charlie’s comrades (minus Vlad who was only interested in a neutral way) were sending his way just added to his nerves. Amidst an inordinate amount of finger and utensil licking, suggestive fondling of wine glass stems and the subtle shifting of their bodies towards him and his companion, the meal passed in what could only be called an elaborate display of seduction.

Across the table, SerenaRose was making obscene noises-- bordering on explicitly sexual— of enjoyment as she savored (subtly tonguing) the steak on her fork before sucking it in…. And while he was sure he was totally gay, Harry couldn’t keep his eyes completely from the mesmerizing ample cleavage of MaryAnne (who took every opportunity to lean forward and show off what Nature gave her).

He thought he’d discovered the origin of her nickname for himself until they laughingly informed him that she had a penchant for flashing her chest the drunker she got. (“You love it!” she snapped at the teasing men with humour dancing in her stormy eyes.)

Helpless as he was, unable to help his gaze dipping towards those ‘pressed together puppies’ (Nick’s description, not his) or the flirty, inviting glimmer in both the women’s expressions, he was not aroused by them. He supposed they were both quite attractive, for females, but their unvoiced yet rather blatant attempts at luring him in really did nothing for his libido.

(Harry was actually glad for that confirmation as a new puzzle piece of himself slid into place. He was truly SURE now!)

Emerald eyes tried to stay averted from Nick altogether; that man made him anxious and didn’t like his cocky sense of entitlement— it was too much like the Malfoy men— and it was just as much of a turn-off as the women.

While the girls were merely offering (unwanted and never-to-be-accepted) open-ended invitations, the tall Scandinavian was acting as if bedding the newcomer was a done deal, simply because he was aesthetically pleasing to the eye. Certainly his lewd comments and thinly-veiled suggestions made it seem so-- like it was only a matter of time that he would stray from Charlie’s side and be drawn in by his greatness.

That was a definite deal-breaker and it made him determined to prove the smug bastard wrong (funny and engaging as he was); besides, he loved Charlie and wanted only him. He also didn’t care much for how these strangers took it for granted that he was there for the sole purpose of being passed around as a novelty.

True, it really had nothing to do with his celebrity status in the UK which he liked. Yet simply for the fact that he was deemed “fresh meat” (as Nick had so eloquently put it while he praised his redheaded buddy for bringing them all ‘such a tasty morsel’) he wanted no part of it.

(It was made even more embarrassing when it came to light that this domineering man in his thirties had been one of Charlie’s friends that had come to fetch the smuggled Norberta from Hogwarts when he was eleven— and was now making no secret at wanting to have sex with him! His cheeks had reddened horribly when the man appraised him, yet again, remarking that ‘he’d grown up VERY well’. He’d been a kid then, for cripes-sake!!)

And he hated how they all cooed and moaned at how ‘adorable’, ‘too cute’ and ‘delicious’ their remarks made him uncontrollably blush. The noticeable colouring at each ribald comment that stole over his heated features were humiliating! (Which made him flush all the more.) (It was mortifying.)

They were all so self-confident and he felt like he was a virgin all over again, despite having had several months of sexual experience under his belt. But he tried not to let it bother him too much, for the sake of getting along with the people that were so important to Charlie.

Yet it had also irked him that they all found it SO preposterous and hilarious that Charlie announced that he was now monogamous.

(He MAY have gulped down his wine faster and faster in those instances— during the man he loved’s repeated declarations— only to have his goblet refreshed and re-filled faster than he could blink!)

The adamant disbelief on their faces and ‘I’ll believe it when I see it’ comments made the brunet rankle in annoyance, tinged with a heavy dose of insecurity; after all, they knew his past behaviour better than he did-- so where would that leave him if their predictions of weak willpower came true? They made it seem like it was a physical impossibility that he wouldn’t go back to hopping from bed to bed!

But he was stubbornly determined to make friends and fit in as well as he could (without sleeping with anyone else) for Charlie’s sake. He only wanted the Weasley-he-was-in-love-with to be happy. He figured that he would have to learn to live with it if he had to share, and just be satisfied if the wizard he loved decided to spend time with him as well.

Somehow, Charlie’s friends had also taken it upon themselves to come up with a nickname for him— and it didn’t set right with him at first (even though it was said with fond affection).

It was ‘Little-Man”.

It was irritating until he realized it was just a description of his appearance to show his distinction (and more importantly, INCLUSION) in the group. It was true. He was smaller, shorter than most, and certainly less bulky than the rest of them. He figured that all of them HAD to be, with such a demanding job….

It meant they wanted him to be a part of them! (It was made even better when Charlie informed them all that he was NOT little in the place it counted most. The looks on their faces were priceless.)

Hell, with all the muscled people he was currently surrounded by, he DID seem small, even though he still toned and fit. He decided to wear the name with pride, for it was just his. ALL his.

(Shit, he figured it was WAY better than ‘The Chosen One’, ‘The Saviour’ or the bloody “Boy-Who-Lived’!! This was just HIM…. What set him apart and PART of an accepting group! And at least he was called a MAN now.)

He had to laugh along with the others when Nick had derided Charlie for dooming himself to a relationship that he had to be an perpetual bottom for— because ‘no way such a sweet tiny ass could withstand his freakishly fat prick’— and the redhead proudly informed him that they were quite even on that score.

At the eyebrows raised around the table, the second eldest Weasley brother derived much pleasure in boasting that Harry took him like champ— and was in fact, a real-live, true Triwizard CHAMPion that had been the first to steal an egg from a brooding mother— at the age of fourteen! From Athena the Horntail, no less!! (Proclaiming that only HIS man had had the balls!)

Harry was a bit chuffed at the murmurs of awe; usually he eschewed any attention about his accomplishing the first task but somehow he was pleased with the adulation he was receiving and was filled with a warm and fuzzy feeling.

The girls laughed when MaryAnne commented, “It takes a REAL man to accept a thunder-cock like Charlie’s….”

She winked kindly at Harry and then turned to Nick who was caught in a whirlwind of desire for such a powerful and attractive young wizard and chagrined at being caught out on being misinformed-- until she announced proudly (and loudly), “And not whine about how much it hurts afterwards like a little bitch!”

SerenaRose added under her breath, “Or it takes a real woman….”

Everyone chuckled at that, perhaps more than Nick, but he still had his eyes bored into the side of their guest’s skull, trying to affect suave confidence.

Harry didn’t know whether to be embarrassed or angry that they were all talking about him getting it up the ass. He soon realized that everyone was rather impressed by that, as well as the stunts with the dragons (and that Nick guy seemed to have had his haughty attitude knocked down a peg or two), so he supposed it was all right.

(All the drinks certainly helped ease his natural tension….)

After dinner-- since it was too far to walk and unsafe to Apparate after a night of bar-going (and a noteworthy and excellent reason to celebrate having a guest)-- they gathered up several horses from the stables and rode to the closest town on the outskirts of the property. Since Harry had never ridden a horse before (Buckbeak and a Thestral didn’t really count— he hadn’t been steering) he snuggled up behind Charlie and enjoyed the closeness.

Apparently, they didn’t go out much, but when they did, it was to a tiny village that was “campus” adjacent. It reminded Harry of Hogsmeade.

The local tavern was small and poorly lit, but cozy (and a lot cleaner than the Hog’s Head). It was one of those places where everyone knew everyone else. (Except Harry, of course.) But the wine from dinner fortified his resolve to enjoy himself.

It was homey and the other patrons greeted their party warmly, as did the bar owner and wait-staff.

Harry was pleased that even though there were flashes of recognition that they had heard of his name or seen his picture, he was respectfully welcomed just as they would do for anyone else; it put him at ease and he was able to sit back comfortably with his libations (albeit with his back to the wall and eye on the door.)

Even though he didn’t know the specific dragons or people they were talking about, he was enjoying Charlie’s happiness with the stories and news he was sharing with his friends, finally able to catch up.

~O~

“Chaaaaarlie-bear!”

The witch that was so calm and serene while sober had been getting progressively loud and handsy with the more she drank; case in point—despite the redhead insisting that he was only with Harry now, she’d been running her fingers over his muscles and leaning into him, smushing her breasts into his biceps in order to pet any part of the newcomer she could reach from across Charlie’s chest. “Are you sure you won’t shaaaare?”

(Harry had to suppress— what he hoped were imperceptible— shudders of revulsion. SerenaRose was an attractive woman to his eyes, yes, but he just wasn’t turned on by the female gender in a sexual way. In fact, he definitely knew that for sure now, after seeing the display and contemplating it.)

The slightly disconcerted brunet questioned— in one of his rare contributions to the conversation, “How did she know your form?”

Charlie pulled away from her attentions and pressed tightly up against his lover, effectively blocking her hands from his man’s body. “She doesn’t…. it’s just something Nick calls me when I’m with guys….” At his inquisitive look, the blond man in question got that feral look in his eye again and avidly watched the exchange, eager to hear the explanation.

Charlie sighed, “Gay men that are big and hairy are called ‘hair-bears’. Since I’m anything but thin and devoid of body-hair or walk around with sashaying hips and talk with a lisp….” He waved his huge square palms around in silent elaboration.

Before the brunet could censor his liquor-loosened mouth, he blurted, “But you shave your--” and boldly put a sweaty hand high on his thigh, at the juncture of his groin (something he never would have done in Britain— perhaps the openness of everyone’s sexuality here was rubbing off on him figuratively as well as literally).

MaryAnne snorted and snickered into her cup. “Has he told you why he started doing that?”

The group started sniggering, leaving Harry in the dark (yet again). He flicked his head to the side, back and forth.

The blonde woman on his right took pity on him at his flummoxed expression and smoothed a stray lock of hair behind his ear with a pink-painted nail. “He made it so that we had to change his nickname to just ‘Red’….” She paused for a moment of dramatic suspense and a twinkle flashed in her storm-blue eyes before she delivered the anticipated blow in deadpan: “From ‘Red-bush’.”

The gathering laughed uproariously, the brunet included.

“That’s only half the reason though, isn’t it short man?” Nick drawled, leaning back in his chair, looking pointedly at Charlie in a challenging way that Harry didn’t like.

Harry was surprised to see his lover’s jaw clench as he tried to produce his usual easy-going smile; he’d never known the happy-go-lucky man to be self-conscious, despite having aimed many light-hearted self-deprecating remarks towards himself.

(Why would Charlie care so much if he was one of the shorter people there? Especially now that HE was there-- Harry had the smallest stature of them all! They all knew it! He was now officially designated “Little-Man”, for Goodness sake!)

“Oh, but I DID know his ‘form’ once upon a time, not too long ago!” SerenaRose leaned forward and slurred, latching onto the previous thread of conversation and effectively making the brunet forget to wonder about Charlie’s inexplicable embarrassment.

Harry supposed it was meant to be sensual and sexy, but it kind-of irritated him that she was so forward about throwing their sexual escapades in his face. He was clearly beyond his ken among so many people that switched partners according to whatever the current moment or attraction was….

(He never had nor ever would have the luxury of “unattached sex”-- or friends that he cared about and trusted, yet was also attracted to enough for casual encounters).

Charlie changed the subject— yet again— to divert attention, he announced loudly, “He meant this!”

He cast his Patronus to bumble around the bottle and empty-glass laden table and then rise on its hind legs and let out a silent roar; the whole room— the dragon Preserve party as well as the rest of the pub-- was stilled in shock at the unusual bright light and sudden emergence of such an unexpected spectacular display of the large ethereal bear.

For several seconds nobody moved a muscle— or even breathed— and then MaryAnne whooped and starting the applause that rang throughout the room.

Then they were bombarded with questions and Charlie tried answering over the din, giving credit to his lover (that Harry tried to duck). Even the few other people at other tables minding their own business-- until now-- swamped the table and were firing off questions in a noisy and rowdy fashion.

When their frenzied attentions all turned to him, he got overwhelmed; it was too much like being accosted at the War Memorial and at Diagon!

He didn’t know most of these people, he was in a foreign land and the people he had met today were far from him being able to invest an unwavering trust in just yet. When he saw that Charlie had his hands full and didn’t seem to sense his distress, his defensive magic flared in self-preservation and he did the only thing he could think of to cut off the noise.

His stag ran furiously around the empty parts on the floor, tossing its neck and jabbing the air with its antlers.

But instead of having no sound, there was an angry huffing and snorting through flared nostrils and a sharp staccato clattering of hooves. Once he’d got all eyes on it and mouths shut at him, the majestic animal pawed and lowered its impressive rack, tensed to charge.

But instead of lunging forward, it lifted its head and intoned in the strongest, most thundering authoritative voice they’d ever heard in Harry’s (so far) timid timbre, “ENOUGH!!”

All onlookers backed off immediately and didn’t start up again; the force behind the spell literally shook the floor and rattled teeth. The brunet continued the message in a more civil way but no less firm tone from the Cervine’s mouth, “I’ll teach anyone who wants to know, but not right now.”

When the mist cleared seconds later, he slumped against Charlie and pleaded in his ear, “Can we go? I’m tired.”

Charlie, caught up in the spectacle that he and his lover made to his close-knit community, immediately sobered and realized how much all this was an ordeal for Harry; he took a moment to look at everything from his perspective and realized his mistake. He felt bad that he’d been enjoying himself with his reunion while this had to be very difficult for the private, shy man that he loved.

“We’re knackered,” he announced loudly. “International Portkey’s really wipe you out, after all.” He pulled his lover to his side, supporting his weight and waved an amicable goodnight.

Harry was grateful that he deflected notice off of his weakness (and thought of a plausible excuse on the fly that didn’t make him look like a giant weenie, too pathetic and unable to deal with a hoard of clamoring strangers).

~O~

As they wandered back on the road to the Preserve, the monotonous, steady ‘clip-clop’ of Racer’s hooves soothed their frayed nerves; Harry’s from the whole day and Charlie’s while he was chastising himself for pushing his special man so far that he’d had to ask to leave. He should have known it was too much all at once!

(FUCK!! He was such an asshole!)

Charlie once again got that feeling that he was both contradictorily being clung to but at the same time given the blessing to be cut free.

Harry was agonizing about how inadequate he truly was at being with someone as amazing and alluring Charlie. Everyone who looked at the striking man wanted the charismatic dragon-handler! How could he keep the man’s attention with all the offers he’d seen with his own eyes this day? They were all bigger and better, experienced…. And had well-established ‘friends with benefits’ arrangements in place.

The brunet hugged his arms tight around his lover’s thick waist. He lay the side of his swimming head against Charlie’s broad back, lulled by the rhythm his shoulder blades made as they rode; he breathed in the comforting scent of leather, man-musk and Earth that was Charlie. (He figured if he couldn’t deal with it, he had more than enough punches in his Portkey card to get away.)

Little did he know, Charlie was thinking along similar lines. Everyone wanted the man he loved— and why wouldn’t they? He was gorgeous. He was sweet. He was wonderful in every way. The second eldest Weasley brother worried it was only a matter of time, under repeated advances from his co-workers that Harry would succumb to the temptation.

He’d never quite understood jealousy before he got to know Harry.

He felt it when the young man had married his sister less than a year ago, but it was combined with a hopelessness that he’d lost any chance with him forever (slim that it was, seeing as everyone thought he was straight), coupled with a certain distance created by reality that resonated the old saying ‘can’t miss what you never had.’

Charlie was well aware that his friends would want a piece of any newcomer he brought home and was mentally prepared for that. But he was blind-sided by the tangible, crippling ache in his chest when he thought of the possibility of Harry going off for a bit of fun with someone— anyone-- else!

Sure, he’d been disappointed in the past on the rare occasion when the object of his interest for the night had ultimately chosen someone else to fuck, but it was more like a simple envy that someone else was getting some and not him— or a friend had that usurped the toy he preferred that second to play with. (And it wasn’t as if he couldn’t go get a ‘plan B’ in his bed either….)

Everything was different now.

Harry and him had never spoken about what their relationship was, had just been enjoying it so far— it was all so wondrous and new-- but they hadn’t had to face true competition before now. Everyone around the Castle and Hogsmeade had left them alone. And now that he’d had a taste of what a real relationship could be like, he couldn’t bear to live without it.

Charlie had always thought those silly saps that fancied themselves in love were SO limited and vulnerable (and perhaps they were) but he understood how deep those feelings ran now. He was currently experiencing firsthand this molten ball of lead that settled in his gut and painfully squeezed his heart at the mere thought that Harry might want someone else over him.

~O~

Charlie and Harry were both uncharacteristically quiet as they made their way to his room, sat heavily on the bed and and pulled off their boots, stinky socks and damp shirts.

“I’M SORRY!” They both blurted out at the same time, then laughed a little at that and bade the other go on.

Harry shook his shaggy head and stayed silent. Emerald eyes strayed to the unfinished wooden walls that were adorned with random pictures of people and dragons. Charlie took a deep breath and ran a shaky hand through his auburn curls. “I should have known this was all too much too soon! This is my home, I got caught up in everything, being back…. Fuck— can you ever forgive me?”

“What? I’m glad you got to have fun with your friends…. I just…. I’m sorry I’m not more used to new people and situations….” He clenched his fists in his lap, “I apologize that I made you cut your time short. You should go back and find them….”

“No! Cuteness, no!” Charlie grabbed his hands. “I’M the one who’s sorry! I should have protected you. I know you don’t like the chaotic attention of crowds.” Charlie seemed to deflate a bit, “But I won’t come between you and my buddies.”

Harry wasn’t quite sure what he was trying to say but he didn’t really like his defeated tone. (He wouldn’t help defend him against his Preserve-mates if needed? He knew they were important to the redhead, but he wouldn’t lift a wand against them if he was being harmed?) He frowned, feeling uneasy. “What are you on about?”

Muttering more to himself than his lover, he continued, “I knew they’d be interested…. You’re awesome….Why wouldn’t they? Look at you!” then spoke a bit more loudly, “I thought I could handle it but I didn’t know how hard it would be…. Shit, this is embarrassing.” Sapphire eyes were darting around in uncharacteristic anxiety.

A black eyebrow quirked in confusion, but answered, “The only thing that is embarrassing is that I couldn’t handle all those people all talking at me at once.” Now Harry was the one who sounded squashed, “You must be ashamed of me.”

Charlie shook his head in negation, murmuring, “Never. And it’s completely understandable….” He swiped his hand over his furrowed face and confessed, “I’m embarrassed that I’m so in love and deeply attached to you that I am a quivering mess over the thought of you wanting someone else.” Then he practically yelled (it was totally manly and NOT a screech from the back of his throat), “That’s never happened to me before!”

“It’s never happened to me before either!” Harry declared in equal fervor. “I mean, I never even cared that my wife was with Demelza but I couldn’t stand it when you spent time with Fields. We weren’t even together then and it still drove me mad!”

Charlie didn’t completely register what Harry had said— he was too focused on what was still troubling him. “You have three people that would like nothing more than to have a hot romp with y--”

Harry cut him off. “They all want you…. like you’re used to.”

“No,” the redhead sighed in resignation. “I’m old news. They want you. They’d only settle for me---”

Harry interrupted again, sarcastically reminding the agitated man that it was ONLY because he was considered ‘fresh meat’ and not because he was any good in the sack (subtly implying by his tone that the redhead obviously was).

Charlie snorted. “Nick thought he was flattering you by that…. He doesn’t know you— probably thinks anyone I would hook up with would be as easy and open as all of us.” The tattooed man shrugged and then gave a mirthless little laugh. “You really don’t know how sexy you are….or skillful. I wish you would, but it’s actually part of your charm.” He traced a finger down the nose of the man he loved.

“I promised myself I wouldn’t keep you from all that exploration and experimentation you never got,” he whispered, “and still do….” Then his eyes clouded over and he turned away abruptly. “I thought I could be cool with it…. I just didn’t know it would hurt so much to step aside and let you spread your wings….” Charlie’s huge chest heaved a heavy sigh.

“Sorry,” he rested his freckled forehead in his hands and practically whined, “this is my hang up— you do whatever you want.”

The brunet blinked in shock and stated as simply as he could, “I don’t want anyone but you.”

“You say that now,” The dragon-handler said with a certain rueful dismissiveness that both angered and made him endearing to Harry. “You know they won’t let up and eventually you’ll get curious. All I ask is that you tell me, be honest, OK? I think it would be worse if you were to keep it behind my back only to find out through jokes and innuendo.”

Harry was appalled. “I’m not going to sleep with anyone else!!”

“They aren’t going to stop—“

“I don’t want girls!”

“Nick, then. And ESPECIALLY since you rebuffed his initial advance! He’ll be relentless at the challenge,” the redhead groaned, knowing his randy colleague would only redouble his efforts at seduction the more his precious ‘Little-Man’ resisted. The blond simply didn’t comprehend rejection (and indeed, rarely-- if ever-- experienced it).

At Harry’s clueless expression, he elaborated, “He gave you the signal the first second he shook your hand.”

Harry’s face screwed up in consternation, then remembered the ‘finger thing’ on his palm that only Charlie had discreetly done to him in the moments before they went to go find some place private. Suddenly, what the more seasoned man just revealed clicked into place: “Hang on! You mean there is a secret gay handshake you didn’t tell me about?!”

Charlie gave a genuine chuckle, throwing his head back and dissipating some of the seriousness of the situation. “No… anyone can do it to someone they are propositioning. It’s a way to let them know you find them attractive and are suggesting to go fool around-- A sign to communicate your desire nonverbally so if the interest isn’t returned, no one loses face.”

“So that’s what SerenaRose was doing to my hands when we met?” (Admittedly, it wasn’t his palm…. But she was doing some sort of appraising— and seemed inviting.)

“Ah, her,” Charlie pulled on his earlobe. “Yes and no. She definitely wants a crack at you, but she has this theory…. And I’ve found it’s pretty much true. The shape of a man’s fingers will tell her the overall character of a man’s cock when it’s hard.”

Harry spluttered in disbelief.

Charlie continued, “There are still some surprises in the general size, bigger or smaller than expected, or a rare curve or coloration, but,” he held up his hand. Harry took in the stocky digits, wide at the base, tapering slightly to flared, fleshy pads. Yes, he could definitely see the resemblance to the dragon-handler’s member. He looked at his own next-- longish, uniform in girth, the tips rather slim and more pointy. He could see that too.

Wow. Maybe she was onto something.

(Oh, bloody buggering fuck! GREAT! Now all he would be thinking about when he saw men’s hands would be this ‘penis theory’!)

“Trust me,” Charlie grumbled wryly, “she’s had more than enough of a sample size to test the hypothesis and swears it’s mostly reliable…. “

“So, if they want me (he made a ‘tch” noise of disbelief) and they want you…. what do YOU want?”

Charlie swallowed hard, still not meeting his gaze fully. “We’ve never declared we’d be exclusive. I don’t want to stop you from what you never got-- variety, having fun, fucking around….” Harry thought Charlie didn’t sound exactly convinced.

“And you want that too?” Harry asked hesitantly. “Are you going to go off with one of them? Are you going to get bored?” He didn’t want to admit to the dropping sensation in his heart, like doing a Wronskei Feint at what an affirmative answer might be; he didn’t know how he would deal with that. (Well, there was always Firewhiskey and the Shrieking Shack).

“No…. not anymore.” Charlie replied sincerely. “I meant it when I said I’m a one man guy now. I’m done. I found what I want but I won’t stand in your way. I won’t tell you I’m thrilled about it…. But I won’t cock-block for my own selfish reasons. You deserve whatever you want.”

A tidal-wave of relief flooded Harry and he announced, “I only want you…”

“Ahh, you say that now,” Charlie said with a resigned sigh, “but what about later when they all keep after you? I’m not stupid, they are good-looking….”

“I’m serious. I don’t want women. I don’t want Nick— he reminds me of someone who was terrible to me. Even if he didn’t, I only want you….” Then Harry was petrified in fear at his next thought: “Do you WANT me to go away? Shouldn’t I be the one who has to get used to the fact that YOU are going to be sleeping with other people?”

“Good Lord, NO!” His ginger curls ruffled as he vehemently shook his head, “And when I told everyone I’m finished with that stuff, I meant it! I was never connected to anyone like I am with you. EVER! Fuck-- when I think about how pointless and meaningless it was compared to how it is with you…. it was sooooo….. damned…. EMPTY!”

Harry leaned over and whispered huskily, tickling the fine hairs in his ear with his hot breath (having learned over the past six months the igniting effect this would have on is loved one), “I don’t want to be empty….”

It only took Charlie a split-second to pounce.

His mouth crashed hungrily, desperately on Harry’s, knocking the smaller man down on the bed and crushed all the air out of his lungs in a great whoosh. Gasping, the brunet returned the carnal kiss with equal enthusiasm while ripping at the redhead’s pants from wherever he could reach while being pinned down.

Nothing about their coupling would be slow and sweet this time; they both needed instant gratification— an affirmation of the fact that they had just spoken aloud for the first time their desire and mutual assent to be in an exclusive relationship. It was heady, dizzying— and instilled their hearts with an incredibly satisfying sense of true belonging and emotional security.

Snarling, and more than a bit clumsy in their haste, frantic fingers aggressively scrabbled and clawed while they struggled to get naked as fast as possible (without accidentally kneeing each other in the balls, thank you very much!). Harry was panting-- practically keening in the back of his throat-- while the few moments it took for Charlie to find his wand seemed to take too long.

“Charlie, please!” Harry whined. “I need you! I need to feel you NOW!” He screeched when the Elder-and-DragonVein tool jabbed into his rectum a little too roughly (but he loved the sharp sensation) to spell him ready. He pulled Charlie’s hips in between his spread thighs impatiently as the redhead tossed his wand aside. “Get your beautiful, brilliant cock inside me this instant!”

Charlie growled as the pelvis under his wriggled and his butt-cheeks were grabbed and shoved forward, effectively burying his throbbing erection to the hilt in one slick slide. He gulped a few shaky breaths but Harry was squirming and moaning and begging him to just move already.

“Please, Charlie! You have to fuck me— fuck me with everything you’ve got!” His wiry body was bucking up as much as it could under the dragon-handler’s substantial weight to entice it into action.

“Yesssss,” Charlie uttered a heart and cock-felt groan. He reared back and then slammed his boner home. The headboard clapped loudly against the wall. They both moaned and waited through another libido-charged pause, savoring the anticipation.

The older wizard shifted a bit and leaned on thick forearms, hunched over his lover; stout fingers buried in the brunet’s shaggy locks and curled into fists on either side of his head. Harry was in bliss by the huge muscles pressing against him, holding him down and the slight stinging of his scalp.

Despite all the multiple positions they’d tried and enjoyed together, Harry loved this face-to-face one the most:

He could watch his lover’s every expression of joy and lust that flitted across it. They could kiss. Necks, collar-bones and ears could be nipped and licked. The brunet’s hands were free to roam— groping, scratching and pinching either (or both) of their nipples. He could dig his nails into the fascinating divot on the side of Charlie’s meaty buttocks….

On the bottom, Harry could use his ankles to drag his lover’s body closer to his, or, heels put on his tattooed shoulders, get him as deep as that fat rod could go.

But best of all, their bodies fit together perfectly for maximum pleasure.

The length of Charlie’s shaft was exactly enough so that the wide, mushroomed-tip precisely caressed his prostate and his own erection rubbed deliciously through his black treasure trail on his abdomen, tightly trapped up against the swell of the redhead’s slightly podgy gut. It provided more than enough stimulation for him to come without having to waste the use of anyone’s hands (that were much better put to use elsewhere).

Charlie’s humping sped up at Harry’s insistent wailing that he, ‘Go faster! Harder!’ The bedframe jarred and shook the plank walls of the cabin, making quite the racket in symphony with the animalistic noises emitted from the two wizards. (Harry was certain that if a pillow hadn’t been cushioning the top of his skull, he’d definitely have a concussion by now.) “POUND ME!”

The power the dragon-handler poured in to each thrust served to dispel every niggling frustration and fear from the day that Harry would want to go share this intense pleasure with someone else. He was reveling in wrenching the erotic cries and pleas from his lover.

“That’s it, Harry!” he hoarsely shouted, with his voice faltering under the exertion, “So…. Gooood…. At….Taking…. It…. ALL!” The escalating volume of the brunet’s moans every time he was harshly plowed into were music to his ears— and with the need for utter confirmation, he bellowed with each lunge:

“You!” *stroke* “ARE!” *poke* “MINE!” *stab*.

“YESSSSSSSSSS!” Harry screamed, “YOURS! *gasp* ALWAYS!!”

Charlie grinned in triumph as his declarations were agreed to— and that it made the hot erection against his stomach erupt in pulses of wet stickiness; the man below him was jerking and shuddering while riding through the waves of his climax, whimpering his name and praises (still weakly trying to twist a nipple apiece for the both of them).

Charlie came with a roar and a grunt, his tingling lips dribbling incoherent words of awe and love while he spilled his seed deep in Harry’s body, instinctually feeling his completion had somehow permanently marked his territory.

After only a few moments of wheezing and recovering, the redhead smiled as he was shoved front down and felt a wand-tip breach his asshole from behind.

(He said a silent blessing to any and all gods for the practically non-existent refractory period of his lover. The quicker the youth came, the more orgasms it took for Harry to finally go sated-limp. The fast and furious times could keep him hard or ready enough for anywhere from three to five climaxes, whereas if he was teased, tortured mercilessly and suffered denied release, it took only one or two pent-up peaks until he went flaccid and passed out.)

Charlie ‘meeped’ when— no sooner had the Holly-stick disengaged-- not one but two fingers suddenly impaled him. (Ah, he thought, still so desperate and needy, just like he had been— there was no time to wait!) It warmed his heart that he was so desired. It also made his arousal flare and surge again, trying to match his younger counter-part’s teenage sex-drive.

“Harry, stop fiddling and fooling around back there and fuck me!” He was rewarded for his impetuous orders by a swat to his rump.

“Who’s ass is this?!” (The brunet’s commanding side had obviously taken over and Charlie couldn’t have been happier.) His answering moan of ‘yours’ into the pillow earned him another smarting smack. “I can’t hear you! WHO’S ASS IS THIS?!” Harry demanded.

“Yours!” Charlie groaned much louder; it turned him on soooo much when his boyfriend (now) got like this! His prick perked right up. “It’s only for you!” he yelled, totally getting into their vocal sparring. “Take it!! Take me! Fill my hole up with your--”

“Hey!” They both jumped at the foreign voice intruding on their steamy interlude; they were startled by a loud banging on their door with Vlad yelling, “If you two horny fuckers are goingk for a round two, at least haff the decency to cast ‘Silencios’! We get it, OK? Your claim is staked-- point made!”

It all made sense now.

Suddenly, the increased volume to their dirty-talk, the atypical declarations of possessiveness— even Charlie’s insistence to prove that Harry loved to bottom for him, taking his mammoth cock like a pro—came clear. In their hedonistic moments just now, Harry had simply thought it was all due to their inebriation and the fright (and subsequent talk that cleared up their true intentions for each other) that had spurred it on, but one glance at his lover confirmed that there had been some ulterior motives at play as well.

Charlie shrugged sheepishly but looked nowhere near anything resembling apologetic at apparently-- and conveniently-- “forgetting” to cast wards for their privacy.

Harry didn’t know if he should be mortified and angry or flattered and reassured. Sure, it was embarrassing that Charlie’s housemate had overheard all that….

(But…. wait a tick! What was all this ‘WE get it’ crap? And that man was straight, why would he care? He wasn’t one of the ones who was trying to tempt either or both of them into a tryst all evening!)

“You kept your curtains closed!” Nick’s muffled voice accused from behind the (obviously not as solid a barrier he’d once thought) door. Harry’s mouth gaped open while Charlie quietly murmured, “That signals a willingness or penchant for exhibitionism. I didn’t think you’d want that.”

Harry frowned but nodded.

He wasn’t ready for that among any of these strangers that he’d be seeing every day for the Summer…. He was extremely uncomfortable by getting peeped on with his own friends and teachers at Hogwarts, never mind people he didn’t know!

(But the more he had a moment to think about it…. Hmmm. Perhaps it wouldn’t be so weird if it weren’t people he’d grown up with? Was it too horrible that it was by witches and wizards who only knew him as an adult and that found him attractive, rather than a brother or child student?)

Actually, after the initial humiliation of being heard in his moments of uninhibited surrender, he was glad for his unwitting participation in providing an irrefutable display that he was completely spoken for and would not be being ‘handled’ by the Norse dragon-handler. Until….

“Doooooon’t stop,” the brunet heard in a-- distinctly female-- breathy voice. Following that (and he was able to readily identify the other female’s voice with the next line-- even in such a slurred, muted tone.)

It was Tiger. “Awwww! We want t’ hear the sec’nd aaaaact!”

BLOODY HELL!! (They were ALL standing in the hall and had just listened to every explicit bit of that?) Harry’s face lit up in ten deepening shades of red.

(Living with the unbelievable wonkiness of how much these friends who were so much in each other’s business would take some getting used to!)

Harry shook his head— only just then realizing that he still had two fingers buried in his boyfriend’s ass (BOYFRIEND!!)— and bestowed a half-hearted glare upon the man he loved, giving a vicious flick towards his prostate in retaliation.

The incubus-grin and gusty grunt he received from the redhead-- along with a pointed squeeze of his sphincter muscles-- only melted his resolve to be cross about any of it. Despite the interruption, his tumescence twitched. He still wanted to grab the man and pound him into the mattress in reciprocation to the so-called ‘staking a claim’.

He surprised himself by half-wishing to have them hear his dominating rebuttal fuck. Seriously. He needed to put everyone in their place with the sensual take-down he was about to unleash!

(Was that what this was? He wanted to tell them all somehow that Charlie was unequivocally HIS?! He was going to shag him silly anyway, but he shocked himself that he wanted to let everyone know via eaves-dropping on their intimate acts. He found he truly didn’t mind being overheard as long as it served the purpose of getting the others to stay away from HIS man!)

But he conceded that would be rude to their house-mate….

“Don’t listen to za girlz!”

Harry found himself laughing along with Charlie the next moment when Vlad barked out his orders: “Hey, gay-boys, put up the vards for quiet! I vant to sleep this night!” and there were twin squawks of high-pitched dismay and dissention outside the room, coupled with a low-pitched growl of a man thwarted.

Obviously the women disagreed (as did the persistent blond wizard who was spying right along with them).

“They haff MORE than enuff material to use for inspirations!” the gruff man who had to share their house grumpily thundered to everyone within earshot. There were some shuffling noises in the hallway as he added angrily, “Let me and Nick or their vibrators go do the rest of the vork!”

~O~

A/N: Again, sooo sorry for the earlier mix-up! Hope the rest of the chapter made up for it! Always love to hear if you have anything to say…. Otherwise, just hope you enjoy and come back for the next go! :)
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