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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: I love all the reads rates and reviews! Every single one makes me giddily happy and feed the muse.

Sorry for the loooooong wait— RL, extra Summer work (busiest time of the year except Winter holidays), a nasty, contentious feud with a neighbor and a new playmate have diverted my attention. Not an excuse, per se, but a damn good reason!

Tati1: Your review was adorable and much appreciated. I’m glad you could take away a message for a “test drive” and are waiting for the right one that doesn’t want to take things too fast. After I wrote that part, I saw “Forgetting Sarah Marshall” and thought it was hilarious that the honeymooning newlyweds-- that had waited until after marriage-- were having troubles with compatibility….. that just proves the point!

Haha, all you guys— Don’t we ALL want a great Charlie?!?

~O~

BRIGHT, PART 1

The Summer passed in a haze of blazing heat, fun and hard work. After the initial night of his (rather unorthodox) introduction wore off, Harry integrated into their way of life more or less easily.

Hermione, his first morning there, had owled a clipping from the Prophet over the mass mobbing of the two in Diagon right before their trip abroad. All the dragon caregivers, and Harry as well, had a huge laugh over the reporter’s speculation that he had hired a bodyguard to help watch his back for varied reasons; Charlie just smirked and made the joke they ALL wanted to voice, saying he’d watch his cute little backside all the time, for free.

This earned them a round of chuckles from everyone— and more than just a bit of awe of how famous it appeared the newcomer in their midst truly was. To them, he just seemed like just a regular, likable bloke and they were determined to treat him as such since it was so crystal-clear from his reaction to the article that he despised his celebrity.

(This fact wasn’t lost on Harry and to which he was eternally grateful. He loved being ‘just Harry’ and his new nickname that had nothing to do with his role in the recent history of the UK.)

This soon became the best Summer of his life as he worked and played among his new (wonderfully unbiased) friends.

Harry hadn’t realized how much physical effort was involved when being employed to care for exotic beasts! And it wasn’t with the dragons themselves either. The reptiles were mostly left to their own devices and simply monitored (only direct interference occurred when a dire need arose)-- although there were extensive notes taken on each individual on every aspect of their behaviour every day by those assigned to hiking through the quadrants on foot.

The brunet figured he should have gotten a clue about it having helped a bit with Charlie and Hagrid back at Hogwarts, finally seeing the ranch that spanned out behind a patch of trees on the other side of his first and largest Wizarding friends’ home (that he’d never bothered to explore).

He had been surprised, then, that he’d never given one thought as to where all the food came from while he was a student, just taken it for granted that it always showed up in between his bouts of anxiety over his present and future.

Why had he never questioned in his second year that the Grounds and GAMEKEEPER had been so concerned about the roosters murdered by the Basilisk to the point he’d had to ask the Headmaster for extra charms around the coop? Or the dodgy acquisition of ‘flesh-eating-slug-repellant’ being purchased in Knockturn Alley when he’d been lost before the start of term to keep the noxious invertebrates from ‘ruining all the school cabbages’?

To be fair, he and Charlie hadn’t done their lions-share of the farming tasks for the school, leaving Hagrid to handle most of it— but the fact that they couldn’t use magic around the regular domestic livestock should have been an indicator. Harry had thought that perhaps his wonderful redhead had been being kind and sensitive to the fact that the unfairly expelled half-Giant wasn’t allowed to wield a wand; he’d had no idea that the vibrations of charms and spells to aid the work spooked ordinary, Muggle farm animals.

So it was all done by hand.

The gardening and harvesting, the mucking of stalls, the herding (though the resident dogs helped, somewhat, in their own haphazard way), the schlepping of heavy feed and water buckets to troughs-- ALL of it-- was intensive manual labour. Harry now understood why all the Preserve inhabitants were so muscular and fit. And how he was now putting on a bit of bulk to his previously more wiry frame, as well as acquiring a tan (and a few freckles on his nose).

Harry was thankful that he was not asked to participate in the slaughter, butchering and subsequent storing of the meat. So far it had mostly been Nick and Vlad put on that duty (with Charlie only seldom pulled from his side to take his turn). He found he did not care for how blood-soaked the men came back from the abattoir.

MaryAnne ventured in there for a few choice cuts to take away to make their meals while still fresh, but clearly her domain was the kitchen. It seemed to be by popular consensus— and her natural talent and love for it— to do the cooking. Titsy made their scrumptious meals, but also canned delectable jams and jellies.

SerenaRose was best at tapping trees for syrup, collecting eggs, feeding the animals and nurturing the plants. She had the knack for supervising the picking for the present and allocating the appropriate proportions needed to preserve for the long Winter months (and she NEVER went anywhere near what she called ‘The Murder House’).

Tiger and Charlie-bear were both in charge of helping the pregnant livestock give birth and tend to their young. There was something very precious about witnessing such compassionate kindness and the gentle care exuding from the man he loved that Harry felt embarrassed to admit he felt ‘gooey’-- all sappy and shit-eating-grin stupid. Seriously, it brought tears to his eyes. The profoundness of it all was horribly mortifying yet hauntingly beautiful at the same time.

The stocky redhead was also deemed the ‘handy-man extraordinaire’ on the premises. He fixed the fencing, barns and the electrical lighting systems in the animal enclosures (a knowledge no doubt aided by being a son of Arthur). He also maintained the integrity of the staff cabins, office spaces and took care of plumbing and roofing issues that arose in both areas.

Vlad was exceptionally adept at making bread and wonderful cheeses. Harry felt weird about actually milking the cows— the tugging of appendages and squirting had him squirming-- but he had no problem churning butter. Everyone took a turn grinding the portions of grain set aside to make flour. When Jason and Josh were back in camp, Harry learned that they were very skilled in fermenting a variety of great tasting wines and beers.

Neil, who he’d only seen and met briefly in passing a couple times, was apparently the bee-keeper; he kept them in honey for toast and tea-- and the makings for the J-boys’ sweet mead-- but also sold some by the jar in town.

In fact, the last team-member (that was mostly away on paternity-leave nowadays to help his wife with their new twins but dropped in occasionally) gathered various surplus wares and goods they produced to sell to the surrounding community, allowing them some extra money to buy the things they couldn’t manufacture, like sugar, yeast, salt and pepper-- just to name a few. Harry could tell he was well liked by the staff— but had also determined early on that the busy man’s attention was elsewhere

ALL the dragon-caregivers aided the up-keep with the containment wards— it was part of their roaming rotations they went in across the whole property in pairs for three weeks at a time. And do the dishes when they were stationed around Home-base.

MaryAnne was exempt from that sudsy duty because she kept them all so well fed when she wasn’t in the field. The times she WAS they all had to fend for themselves and subsist on sub-par fare-- a lot of scrambled eggs, tossed salads and cold sandwiches.

Harry just went along with whatever he could and was happy to help and be there by his boyfriend’s side.

(That still sounded weird! Weird, but wonderful. BOYFRIEND!!)

The brunet tried to keep his distance from caring for the animals too much lest he get attached— he saw very well the resigned sorrow SerenaRose felt when they were marked to go (and the heavy drinking that accompanied it). If they weren’t currently mothers and children, there was the good chance that several of the adults would be led past the containment wards-- especially during the warmer months when the reptiles were most active-- to wander in the different sectors of the Dragons’ territories and inevitably be picked off by natural means…. or selected to feed the staff.

In addition to the livestock kept close-by, Charlie had told him that there were wild herds of deer, goats and imported bison that roamed free, living off the natural grass-lands and native shrubbery during the Spring, Summer and Fall. During the frigid Winter weather the feral ones would come around, looking for a hand-out of stored grains and hay, and perhaps shelter in the mangers away from the harsh elements.

But mostly, Harry’s holiday was filled with bright sunlight, dunking for a brisk cool-off in the various streams around the compound, a carefree camaraderie and getting the chores done. It was a good life.

Nights were spent enjoying each other’s company drinking the J-boy’s fermented beverages, playing games and working on projects (MaryAnne always had something to sew and SerenaRose enjoyed making artsy things with beads and feathers or drawing).

They also listened and sung along with Nick playing his guitar. The blond, just as Charlie had predicted, hadn’t let up on his plan of the seduction of Harry. But even though his outward appearance was appealing (and his lewd lyrics were delivered amongst suggestive leers towards the bashful brunet) the gorgeous Norseman never got anywhere with his intended quarry.

His boyfriend’s indifference pleased the second eldest Weasley and he tried to shower his young lover with affection as a show of positive reinforcement for withstanding such obvious offers and advances (as well as giving him so many reasons to be completely content and satisfied by him and him alone).

When Jason and Josh got back Harry learned the taller man liked to play piano and make up funny— at times TOO teasing, too personal-- songs off the top of his head, poking fun at the others, himself or simply the shared generic foibles of life. The shorter of the two, Josh, liked to read (kind-of reminding the brunet of Hermione) and often got a little preachy and pretentious with his constant quoting of literature.

But they were both genial fellows and it was obvious they had great hearts.

(Of course, Harry only discovered this about them after they wandered into camp up the steps to the deserted cabin at the end of the road, dusty and tired. He’d stood and was fully ready to cross the square to make their acquaintance when the pair were grasped by the fronts of their shirts, dragged in by the girls bursting out the front door; flinging their packs off, the travel-weary men were hauled inside for what looked to be a thorough shagging.

Charlie just laughed and shook his head in amusement from his seat on their porch, not bothering to get up. His unsurprised demeanor told Harry this was some sort of typical home-coming ritual for those four.)

They DID use their Portkey punches every so often.

They had to check on Blanca and Hagrid to make sure the adjunct project was going safely, was well-supervised and provide the necessary documentation to the proper authorities. The couple also visited with Ron, Hermione and the others when Harry got to feeling homesick. And of course, they had to go have an obligatory family celebration for his last year-as-a-teen birthday at Arthur and Molly’s insistence.

Every time they went back, Harry’s progressively changing appearance was remarked on (mostly by the ladies), much to the brunet’s embarrassment. His more bulky muscles were pinched and pointed out to the general crowd. Tanned skin was touched with admiring fingers and positively commented over. To his utter discomfort, the men would eye him enviously, but grudgingly tell him that Romania obviously agreed with him.

Molly would lovingly finger her wand and plead with him to let her cut his hair— to which he always adamantly refused; he found a new empathy for Bill and Charlie when she’d hound them about it during their visits home. NO WAY he would get it hacked off now! It was finally semi-cooperating with the longer length weighing down the strands. It also helped that he could smooth and gather it into a pony-tail at the base of his neck, just like the rest of the dragon Preserve men.

If he had known that he would have grown it out years ago! Just like he would have done several other things differently if he’d been aware of many other important things about himself….

Plus (though he could never tell the family Matriarch the whole truth), he loved the way her son ran his fingers through it, brutally fisted his locks in a handful and pulled it when they were having rough sex.

~O~

The brunet had been surprised and shocked when his man first showed him his suitcase of sex toys that he had stashed under his bed; he’d spluttered incoherently and Charlie had chuckled, explaining, “Do you really think I’d bring this back home to The Burrow last Summer? With my mum in every stitch of everyone’s business? No sir! Really never had any good reason to tote it around….”

When Harry gasped and gaped with a goldfish-out-water mouth he laughed gently.

“Toys and devices aren’t really necessary for casual, random, occasional sex. They’re more for when you’ve got repeat performances…. and the space and non-judgmental trust to enjoy them. That, or the complete privacy of being on your own. Some of these I got thinking they’d be fun only to find out they weren’t my cup of tea. Couldn’t quite find it in myself to throw them away, though…..” he trailed off, his sapphire eyes roved over the contents speculatively.

Charlie enjoyed the rapidly dilating pupils ringed with green as they raked over the odds and ends of his accoutrement collection. “Most of these are fine for when you’re flying solo, but trying to get two seconds to wank in my parents’ house I wasn’t about to whip these out and get all involved past a simple tug ’n’ twist.”

Harry’s glowing face said it all— he was imagining his lover playing with himself under the same roof as he had been, desperate for release as well; he could also sense there was a hot, brief flair of jealousy that, while the brunet had to share a room with Ron while drowning in suffocating waves of rampant libido, the second eldest Weasley had had his and Bill’s childhood room all to himself.

“Though I WILL tell you, I wished I had this monster that one night when you and me first got to be alone together on the porch and were suffering with matching boners after Quidditch!” He held up a vibrator in a phallic shape. “It’s Muggle and water-proof,” he went on, delighting in his lover’s discomfort.

Harry was just shocked that he’d been so obvious— and chuffed the man he loved admitted to wanting him all the way back then.

Successfully reading the warring emotions on his face, Charlie assured him that that hadn’t been the first time he’d tossed off to mental images of him and Harry together— but seeing the relentless hard-on the teen had sported had definitely played a major part in him finding a cold shower later was not enough of a deterrent; he’d jacked off and had to use his own fingers as a (severely lacking) substitute for the shaft he’d witnessed in Harry’s pants.

The brunet’s flush spread down his chest as he took in the knowledge that someone had wanted him just as he was: Awkward, embarrassed, filled with lust…. Conflicted. UNAWARE.

(And finally realized that un-dying erection from seeing Charlie dominate a Bill and it just being the two of them, together, privately, afterwards had kept it alive meant how much he wanted the man! He just hadn’t known it then! He hadn’t the concept that he WOULD!)

(He snorted inwardly at the homophone/pun of ‘wood’, no doubt a product of hanging around his new friends.)

Charlie kissed his cheeks, heated by the subject matter at hand. The genuine response was a turn-on beyond what any object other than the physical ones the two of them could provide; they made love then, after his confession and display of having such a collection— using nothing more than what Nature gave them.

For the most part, the novice brunet was intrigued and willing to try things at least once. (There was so much he didn’t know!) And he REALLY wanted to please and keep the interest of his much more seasoned man. The vibrators and dildos were nice, but nothing compared to having the man himself.

NOTHING was better than Charlie!

But there was one mortifying time that stopped them both in their tracks:

The-Boy-Who-Lived-Through-Too-Much started hyperventilating over being hand-cuffed to the bed frame.

At first, Charlie thought he was simply heavily breathing and getting into it— after all, the young wizard had always enjoyed it when he pinned his wrists above his head in a strong palm— but the frantic kicking, panic-fuelled shoving-punch when he was released and then the scooting up the bed, tucking into a ball quickly disabused him of that notion.

Confused, he pulled back and waited until Harry could breathe easily enough to talk-- his hands hovered, torn between holding him and unsure if he should touch. The sweaty brunet was panting and skittish, muttering “I’m sorry, I’m sorry” over and over again as he rocked, avoiding eye-contact.

Charlie didn’t fully understand— shouldn’t it be HIM that offered apologies over and over again if this was the reaction?

Finally, he got it out of the agitated teen:

Soon, Harry was apologizing for being ‘no fun’, ‘too boring’ and ‘vanilla’; it was revealed that he couldn’t take the cold metal, the hard, impersonal restraint because it reminded him of being immobilized, bound tight to a chilling headstone and helpless in The Graveyard.

Charlie felt like throwing up when he heard the entire story spilling from those cherubic lips (and the very real memories that were the subject of so many subsequent nightmares) of his part in Voldemort’s resurrection. He listened in horror to his beloved’s hollow voice— muffled, as he had his famously scarred forehead still pressed to his knees— and was secretly relieved that he couldn’t see what was most likely a deadened-cast to those usually vibrant eyes.

The boy had watched a friend get murdered and knew he’d been marked to be next after a grueling, taunting fanfare, drawing out the inevitable? Been in the presence of a group of Death Eaters at the age of fourteen? He’d actually dueled and endured a ‘Crucio’ from THE psycho maniac?? And made it back in one piece?!

How was he such a functioning person at this point?

(Most of the time, Charlie didn’t even think of what he’d gone through, just saw him as a delightful person to be around. It was times like these that really made him amazed at the young man’s resilience.)

He’d never heard all this before!

The second-eldest Weasley had wondered about the scar on his forearm, yes, but had always left him his space. He had to reassure his sweetheart many times that he didn’t care if Harry wasn’t into bondage; it was completely understandable for someone who had experienced a true torture like that, and not in a simply playful— and safe-- setting!

(He also kicked himself over not setting up a safe-word, but in his defense, he thought the mild restraint of one wrist while he gently and reverently worshiped Harry’s ever-responsive body it wouldn’t be needed; they got plenty rough at times, and of course, Harry liked when he pinned him with his body or hands, and he had not planned anything beyond massage and teasing at that point.

Still, he felt as if he should have known….)

Charlie fervently hoped for forgiveness and that Harry believed him when he asserted that simply making love was more than enough to fulfill his deepest desires. He didn’t need that extra stuff, especially if he had Harry!

But it turned out that there WERE more surprises that the young man took delight in:

The nipple clamps were an instant favourite.

It was really cute how shy he was about it at first….. and then incredibly mesmerizing in how he developed a non-verbal signal to show that he wanted them when he was too reserved to ask outright; the bashful young man would lick his thumb and forefinger, twiddling the tip of his tongue through a pinch, all the while pleading with yearning puppy-dog eyes, holding the most intense, meaningful stare ever.

There was nothing more sexy than that in Charlie’s eyes! Nothing! How could he possibly refuse THAT?!

For the exploring brunet, he discovered that when he was being taken on his back, he liked that he had the free hands to control the amount of stimulation to the biting clips, whether it be tugging the chain or pressing fingertips into the points of pain/pleasure— but he also reveled in the fact that when he was fucked from behind and bracing his own frame with both arms, Charlie was the one who played with the device, continuously changing it up by things he’d had yet to think of, with him never knowing exactly where the next sensation was going to come from.

He found it very exciting!

Plus, Charlie’s assurances that the reactions and noises he made turned him on made it even better! When his lover encouraged him in the heat of the moment to let it all out and hear his pleasure, it made him feel embarrassed yet empowered…

It made him feel FREE!

It made him able to communicate the essence of his soul without fussing around to find the right words….

Harry both hated and loved the times that Charlie insisted he go about his day with a butt-plug inserted in his ass (there were two differently shaped ones; he found he liked the metal one better).

The first few times it was nearly unbearable, making him want sex immediately.

He wondered if it was patently obvious to everyone what was in his pants because it sure was noticeable to him (and dominated most of his thoughts)! Charlie basked in the thought how it was absolutely adorable the way he squirmed on his seat at lunch-time. But they both valiantly went through the days like nothing was amiss.

(The brunet missed the way SerenaRose quirked an eyebrow at the redhead or when MaryAnne smiled knowingly into her cup of pumpkin juice the first time it happened. He didn’t see the subtle shake of Charlie’s auburn curls as his expression mimed, ‘no, don’t mention or tease’ and then purse his lips in a silent ‘shhhh’. Much to Red’s relief— and the girls’ amusement-- they both grinned broadly and Titsy loudly brought up a non-related topic to the meal-time conversation.)

Harry was also relieved and grateful when the redhead, his lover-cum-exquisite-tormenter, renewed the lubrication charms when he noticed the wriggling turned from titillated to uncomfortable….

He was even more pleased when they could finally be alone after he’d suffered through his routine of chores holding such a seemingly strange apparatus in his rectum and anus. Charlie would twist it to and fro, agonizingly teasing him, bringing him to the brink of insanity and then viciously yank it out only to plug up his hungry hole with his own, much better, far more superior harder and hotter organic ‘tool’.

~O~

Harry and Charlie were leisurely strolling down a narrow walkway with the redhead chatting amiably about the various beasts he hoped to see. They were going to go flying over some of the closer territories that afternoon under ‘Disillusionment’ charms but Nick caught them on the path. He ran up right before they were going to alter the containment spells enough to enter beyond the wards.

“Red!” he wheezed and panted, leaning a hand on Charlie’s broad shoulder. “Thank Odin-- I found you-- before-- you went in!”

His lover wrinkled his freckled nose gave him a concerned look until the blond could continue, “You have-- an emergency-- international Floo-call…. Hagrid freak (Harry bristled until the winded man continued) ing out. Distraught! Over your dragon.” By the end, he was able to verbalize more easily in complete sentences. “Needs your help straight away.”

“Fuck!” Charlie exclaimed, obviously worried and shot an apologetic glance to Harry. The brunet only nodded and waved him on. “I’ll let you know if we need to Portkey,” Charlie assured his boyfriend with a quick peck (and affectionately murmured “Smeck”). Then he spun and disappeared with a crack. Harry would make his way back home as well, but probably just go on his broom and enjoy a nice fly until he got the bear Patronus-- or find that his lover had already sorted things out and met up with him again.

Nick and Harry’s gazes lingered over the spot Charlie had just vacated a moment until they looked at each other….

Harry was about to thank their messenger but startled a bit as the tall man moved into his personal space; he gulped nervously as the older wizard traced his index finger along his cheekbone and then down his nose.

He registered the too-closeness with trepidation and his instincts raised their hackles. He also noticed that this was the first time he’d been left alone with the man who’d been relentlessly pursuing him; the one he’d been taking precautions against by being in the company of another— at least one other-- since he arrived.

The heat and steam permeating from the other wizard had the intriguing, virile, male scent curling into his nostrils like a vexing vapor….

But it wasn’t the man he wanted.

He felt his sweat-slicked palm slip a little on his Firebolt’s polished shaft when Nick purred, “We’re all alone now. Nobody around for several kilometers…. Care to have a little fun now that your self-appointed bodyguard is gone?”

“No, really,” the brunet gulped, “I should get back. He might need me.” He retreated on shaky steps only to have them mirrored by the persistent predator stalking its prey. His back hit a tree trunk and his relentless pursuer placed his hands on either side of his head and leaned down to where he could feel the other man’s hot breath on his face.

(Had there really been a problem back in the Forbidden Forest? He started to wonder now. Or was this all a ruse to get Charlie to leave his side so he could try and seduce him without any chances to be cock-blocked? So far, he’d always managed to have another caregiver around when Charlie had had to go work elsewhere. Now there was no one else….)

“Why? We’ve got plenty of time before anyone could possibly come by and disturb us,” the blond reasoned with a gusty whisper in Harry’s ear and pressed his body into the smaller one trapped under his.

Harry shook his shaggy locks. “I’m with only Charlie now,” his eyes darted around to his limited escape routes.

“He doesn’t have to know,” Nick pressed on, both literally and figuratively; Harry could feel the hard bulge at his crotch budging into his belly. “It can be our little secret.” The brunet frowned and pushed against the hard chest pinning him, scratching his back into the tree’s rough bark.

When a wet tongue traced the edge of his jaw and a large, pale hand grabbed and groped his ass, he felt his magic crackle.

He knew he was too agitated to Apparate at the moment— he surely had the determination but was too frazzled to focus on destination. He was also too immobilized to make the half-spin correctly.

But he needed to get away.

He had been hoping, ever since he’d first met the man, that the blond would have gotten the hint at every rebuff of his advances— and the obvious way he always made it a point to never been alone with the man— that he wasn’t interested and it was never going to happen between the two of them.

He REALLY didn’t want to hex the him and cause problems for the small close-knit community that had graciously allowed him to come and stay with them, disregarding governmental protocol (AND had been friendly, welcoming him into their little group and making him a part of it). They’d even given him a nickname that was all his own!

He also didn’t want his wild magic to flare without his consent or control. “NO!”

With one adrenaline-powered shove and a hasty ‘Impedimentia’, he was allowed enough space and time to duck under the larger man’s arms and on his broom in a split-second. He blindly flew, realizing the comfort and safety of the camp and its other occupants were closer by than the path could afford. He knew for a fact Tiger was still collecting grain in the wheat field-- which was to his right as-the-crow flied— and if he zipped across, he could make a short-cut through a patch of forest.

He swerved and vaguely heard Nick yell, “Harry, no! Come back!”

No way in Hell he was going back to get mauled against his will!

That was his last thought when he smashed into an invisible barrier in between a clear area amongst the trees and felt like he’d been zapped by a thousand volts of electricity. He was violently thrown to the ground and then everything went black.

~O~

A/N: Again, sorry for the long wait. On the bright side, the second part of this portion is mostly done so will be out shortly. It just got too long and was taking forever (due to the afore-mentioned reasons in the first a/n. Hope you enjoyed and haven’t lost all faith in me because it has taken so long! RL can be a real bitch sometimes!!)
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