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Unlikely Heroes: Fallen feathers, mirrored scales	By : KusanoSaku Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 27616 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Unlikely Heroes: Fallen feathers, mirrored scales
Pairing: Future DracoxHarry
Fandom: Harry Potter
Summary: A side fic with vignettes that should give insight into characters in my Unlikely Heroes story.
Notes: I know this title isn't as epic as that of StarlightxMassacre's Rise of the Dracken: The Scaled bits but I did my best. This is not quite a side fic but will show parts of the story that didn't make it into the main story line for whatever reasons. Hopefully this is answer questions or fill in gaps.
This side fic is dedicated to one of my favorite reviewers: Child of the sea96
Warning: Incidents of cross-dressing and sex with a minor. Don't read if you don't like.

Chapter 25- Blaise seduces Charlie

December 17, 1994
Charlie was still wary of their seven-year age difference, something Blaise who was raised partially in the Chuvash Culture by his mother as well as the Wizarding culture of Great Britain cared nothing about. His mother’s second husband a Wizard named George Goyle, the younger brother of Greg’s father Gordon. Lady Goyle had despite his Chuvash blood raised Blaise with his mother sometimes noticing him, his mother had scented him as Chuvash the moment he was born or so she said. After his father’s death she’d sworn not to mate with another Chuvash and had a string of relationships with various wizards. She was on her seventh husband and his sixth stepfather, he’d been mildly aware that his mother was a sex addict from an early age. She had literally fucked five husbands to death…something that highly disconcerted him now that he was aware of it.
Blaise had a secret he kept from everyone except his personal elf, Amry. He ordered secretly things he would be ashamed if his mother found out about and highly embarrassed if Draco discovered. He had since his fourteenth birthday last year prior to Christmas purchased sex toys and other things. He’d secretly taken out a subscription to a magazine his mother had hopefully never heard of. He’d know for almost a year that he was sexually attracted to males. He had intense fantasies of being taken almost violently by someone far bigger then he was. He hoped that he would come into his inheritance and find himself a Submissive Chuvash. He didn’t think he had it in him to be a Dominant.
Since laying eyes on George’s sexy dragon tamer brother Charlie Blaise had extremely sexual dreams about the man. He knew he was exactly a year from his inheritance and it rankled. He wanted to belong to Charlie NOW!
He had convinced Amry to take him from Hogwarts to his Britain residence Ivy Hall, his ‘inheritance’ from George Goyle. He’d discovered a secret room quite on accident that he’d claimed as his own. Here was where he kept his sex toys and other things. He swallowed, though he had no desire to be female Blaise secretly enjoyed wearing woman’s lingerie and underwear that had been designed to be worn by bent wizards. It made him feel sexy; he wished he knew if Charlie was interested in such things.
He was desperate to belong to the man but unsure if Charlie would hold his age over his head until he came of age. A Chuvash was a sexual creature and he couldn’t last that long. Blaise took a scented bath having secretly sent a letter to Charlie begging the man to meet him. He emerged smelling like violets, he ordered Amry to massage oil and lotion into his body. Then sending Amry away he took a toy, a nice thick red one covering it with vanilla scented lube and whimpered as he worked it inside his body. He slipped a silver cock ring on himself after giving himself a brief hand job to get himself hard. He pulled on peach coloured silk panties edged in matching lace over himself, blushing as he noticed how they strained to cover his package despite the small pouch built into it for he didn’t wish to hide his package. He was so hard; he could smell his own arousal strongly as it blended with the scent of his bath oil.
Blaise could hardly move without a moan, he summoned a matching teddy and pulled into over his slim chocolate skinned body. He glanced at himself in the mirror and licked his lips in approval. Dressing in a black robe decorated with green and silver dragons Blaise decided his outfit was complete but not before choosing a pair of eastern style slippers made of green velvet that paired nicely with his robe. If only he could get Charlie too excited he forgot about ages. Blaise had masturbated as well as attempted other methods of self-pleasure but he had never been with a man before. He desperately wanted his first time to be with Charlie…
Amry returned to announce, “Master, your guest has arrived. Amry be escorting him to your study. Mistress away. Not due back until March.”
Blaise nodded, “Thank you Amry. I will join him immediately. Is our meal ready?”
“Ready to be taken to the study Master.”
“Good.” With an unintentional sashay Blaise made his way back to his study, opening the door to find Charlie pacing.
Charlie spun as the mingled scent of male arousal and violets practically assaulted his senses when the door opened. He was surprised but not shocked to find the source of the scents was Blaise, a friend of his brothers Fred and George. To his embarrassment he felt his Chuvash attempt to rise. “Zabini. Why am I here?”
Blaise swallowed, “Because I wanted to spend time getting to know one another away from other people.” He hissed drawing closer, “Call me Blaise.
“What is this place?”
Blaise grinned, “One of my mother’s homes, Ivy Hall. Her least favourite as it were. She is only here during my vacations and sometimes not even then.”
“So we’re alone?”
Blaise shrugged, “Depends of if you count the House elves. Only one knows who my company is and won’t tell even mother. He’s been my guardian since I was born, father appointed him before he died.”
“I don’t think this is a good idea. As flattering as your interest is, given your age.” Charlie protested.
“For a Dominant Chuvash you’re pretty clueless. Don’t you know age means nothing? Seven years isn’t anything. I’ve known Chuvash anywhere from months to two decades apart in age. My father was sixteen when mother was born, he was betrothed to her and they were bonded as soon as she came into her inheritance. My grandparents were old-fashioned; both my parents were last born. We are long-lived did you know that? Besides, I’m fifteen today, we both know it’s perfectly acceptable for betrothed persons to be Bonded with Parental consent when they are fourteen. Legally girls can be Bonded when they are twelve but that hardly ever happens.”
Charlie swallowed; Merlin knew he found Blaise highly attractive. But Blaise wasn’t of age and he hadn’t come into his inheritance yet. How did they know he would be a Submissive anyway? Male Submissives were supposed to be rare. “I know what little I could glean from books and what Dragomir would tell me. I never really met any Chuvash nearer my age until I met you. I know Harry is supposed to be one…”
“Well take it from me, I do plan on introducing you to the upper-crust of Chuvash Society. As a descendant of the Chuvash King you will be much sought.” Blaise scowled, “Especially by fathers of pretty Submissive Chuvash.”
“Too bad for them I am only attracted to males.”
Blaise snorted, “Maybe your wizard side is. You’re forgetting something very important.” He had slowly approached Charlie, his arousal getting stronger in the man’s presence.
Charlie had to fight against the allure of the arousal of a youth around a year from his inheritance. His Chuvash threatened more to crawl his way to the surface. “I’m forgetting what?”
“That your mate is determined by your Chuvash. Your sexuality is determined by his attraction.” Blaise hissed in Parseltongue, he’d adored the sound of Charlie speaking the language and enjoyed conversing, ‘flirting’ in it. Well their minds automatically translated the hissing into English and thus into flirtatious words.
Charlie hated thinking about his Chuvash possibly choosing a woman. “How do I avoid my Chuvash bonding to a female Submissive?” the idea of bonding to a female sickened him.
Blaise moved to push Charlie onto a sofa near the fire, “You let your Chuvash free, let him chose me.” He hissed against Charlie’s neck, “He knows I can give him what he needs. He desires children, he wants a mate, and he has been trapped for so long. We’re sensual creatures, sex addicts. Claim me.” He said as he slithered into the large man’s lap, slowly rolling his narrow hips so his arse rubbed against the man’s groin. A Dominant Chuvash could be very well endowed and he silently pleaded with the fates that Charlie was. “I promises, I’m a virgin…I’m all his…yours…”
Charlie felt his resistance waning beneath the youth’s charms, true seven years wasn’t that much of a difference but Blaise was neither adult by wizard or Chuvash standards. He was nearly ashamed to admit it but Blaise was very desirable and beautiful for a male. That chocolate skin that had a lithe set of natural muscles, a small high arse and delicate features. His Chuvash instincts craved to be released; Blaise was fifteen today, he was twenty-two last week and he’d been a Chuvash for six years. Not once had he given in and dared to express his sexual desires afraid his Chuvash would emerge.
Blaise brought his face close to Charlie’s and hissed, “Make me yours. If you’re man enough for it.”
Charlie gripped the boy’s face in his strong hands, his fingers shifting into claws and digging into his soft skin. He kissed him roughly: man enough? He’d show this boy he was a man! His arousal strained the jeans he wore beneath his robes. His scales around his groin though sparse were clearly stimulated by the pressure of the teen in his lap.
Blaise moaned, his first kiss…his cock strained his panties to their limit. He felt the trickle of blood on his cheeks as Charlie’s claws broke skin. He opened his lips after the…no HIS Dominant’s tongue assaulted his lips. He was putty in his Dominant’s claws, his willing recipient of pleasure. His body belonged to the large man who kissed him…
Charlie kissed Blaise roughly, surprised at the sexual aggression he felt rising. His Chuvash was disentangling itself from his attempts over the years to subdue him. He slid a clawed hand to cup Blaise’s neck as he kissed him, his hand slithered sensually down Blaise’s neck and his claws seemed to slice the robe open. He gasped, his Chuvash roared fighting harder to be released. He’d never seen anything this…
Blaise moaned into the kiss, he absent-mindly registered that his robe, a favourite was sliced open. He vaguely noted his teddy that flirted with the bottom of his arse when standing was hitched up to his thighs. His panty-clad bottom was still erotically rolling over Charlie’s groin. His ringed cock was straining his panties. His hissed between kisses, “I’m yours. Have me at your will. Unwrap me. You want me. Take me.”
The whispered hisses broke Charlie’s last visage of control, he hissed back, his claw digging into Blaise’s neck more. “You’re pretty forward for a virgin.” He sniffed but couldn’t find the scent of another Dominant Chuvash much less a man clinging to the teen.
“Waited for you.” Blaise whimpered as he felt claws dig deeper into his scaleless flesh.
“You look delicious…” Charlie ran a claw down Blaise’s chest slicing open the teddy, bearing the lightly muscled torso of the teen. “Hope you weren’t fond of that.”
Blaise felt that claw slice through the teddy and a cut was drawn from the centre of his chest between his nipples to his naval. Both robe and teddy slid down his body leaving him naked but for his slippers and panties. The sting of claw cutting skin and blood sliding down his flesh sent fresh jolts of pleasure to his groin. “Yes…Dominant…my body is yours to use…to enjoy…” he spread his slim legs more wantonly…
Charlie bent to lick the trail of blood on both cheeks from his claws. He discovered he loved the taste of Blaise’s blood, he growled as he nipped and bit his way down the teen’s neck. His Chuvash bit Blaise’s shoulder harshly; leaving a hopefully permanent mark that claimed the boy as HIS.
Blaise was pliant beneath Charlie’s attentions; the bite on his shoulder though unexpected was pleasurable and blissfully received. His restrained cock dribbled a little, wetting his panties and staining them with pre-cum but he couldn’t come no matter how much he desired it. Charlie had to grant him release; he hoped to earn it by gifting the sexually deprived Chuvash access to pleasure. He wouldn’t be capable of conceiving until he had his first Heat. Which wouldn’t be until three or four months after he came into his inheritance. Not that he was eager to give his mate a child soon but he was eager to prove his ability to give his Dominant children which every Dominant and Submissive craved beyond any measure.
Charlie growled, “Should I take you here?”
Blaise looked up with rapturous look at his Dominant, “Take me where it is your will. I live to serve your pleasure.” His face clearly flushed a deeper shade of rich chocolate, his lips bruised from kissing, his pupils dilated with pleasure while the marks from his chosen Dominant’s claws were slowly healing on his face. He groaned, feeling the hardness beneath him, the sheer size filled him with yearning. “I am yours.”
Charlie smirked, “Sofa later. I want to make your arse mine in a proper bed.”
Blaise waved his hand languidly and his bedroom door opened. “I sleep on crimson silk sheets, naked.”
Charlie’s wings tore through his shirt and robes, blood spraying the air.
Blaise gasped, his wings had the most brilliant shades of deep, rich greens and blues scales. His pale scales on his shoulder would in the future proclaim his mate by acquiring the similar patterns and colours. With only wings and claws Charlie was by far the most desirable man he’d ever seen and he wanted to be made his so badly. His whole body craved to be marked and claimed by the deeply tanned dragon tamer.
Charlie had never felt so free or so sexually driven, the sight of the mostly naked teen that looked at him with such worship filled him with such uncontrollable desire. He leapt from the sofa, clutching the boy snapped his wings once and soared on instinct into the bedroom. The bed was reminiscent of ones at Weasley Hall, with high wooden posts and thick velvet green curtains. True to Blaise’s promising words the boy’s bed had blood red silk sheets that teased and caressed the skin. Charlie banished his own clothes as well as Blaise’s robe, the panties and mostly cut open teddy were left on. Pinning the boy to the bed he vaguely noticed the liberally casted warming charms on the sheets. A pleasurable addition…
Blaise lay on the bed, pinned, he could feel Charlie’s eyes roam over his body. He felt the gaze as if seemed to penetrate his skin and his chosen Dominant seemed to look into his soul. He hissed quietly, “I prepared myself for you. I don’t expect gentleness.” His eyes flashed, “I don’t want a gentle Dominant. I want a true Dominant that isn’t ashamed to give into his desires to fulfill his needs. I’m no breakable toy, I’ll heal.”
Charlie accepted the almost defiantly hissed words, he was even more eager to plunder this willing body for his own pleasure. He bent to lick and bit a nipple eagerly.
Sweet pain, it gave Blaise such pleasure. He groaned, arching his body up into his Dominant.
Charlie nipped, bit, licked, sucked and clawed his way down Blaise’s body. Upon reaching the uncut part of the teddy he ripped it completely bearing the chocolate skinned teen to his own voracious eyes. He ran his tongue over the extremely taunt peach-coloured lace edged silk of the boy’s panties.
Blaise squirmed, “Yes…” hissing in Parseltongue, English was forgotten…
Charlie smirked, running a single claw lightly, almost teasing over the silken panties.
Blaise whimpered, “Dominant!”
Charlie pressed harder with his claw, the already tight silk fraying beneath the claw. The sensitive skin of the teen’s prick blossomed red with blood. He took it into his mouth, eagerly using his tongue to explore both taste and texture.
Blaise’s eyes rolled back into his head, he gave himself up to the pleasure. He’d never had anyone suck his prick for him. This was a gift…he owed his chosen Dominant for this…he hoped Charlie enjoyed his arse as much as he was enjoying that mouth.
Charlie was surprised at the hardness he felt and saw that Blaise was much smaller then himself. His own prick was about ten inches long and six inches thick at least; Blaise’s was thinner and a lot shorter around six and half long by four wide. He was still young but he doubted a probable Submissive would be able to reach his size at all. He realized that Blaise couldn’t come after intense sucking and teasing with his teeth and tongue. He noticed the small prick held stiff by a ring at its base. He squeezed it firmly, “What is this?”
“A ring Dominant.” Blaise gasped, opening his eyes a little. “I don’t wish to come without your consent. I wish that my body gives you your pleasure first.” He blushed hissing shyly; “I want to feel your seed inside me before I spill mine.”
Charlie’s heart raced, this boy wanted him to come first? Blaise…offered himself for his personal pleasure…nearly begging not to be allowed to cum before his Dominant? He’d barely allowed himself to fantasize about a guy that would do that for him.
Blaise shifted a bit, spreading his legs as wantonly as he could, “Please Dominant. I…” his hiss trailed off, he couldn’t put into words that he’d placed a dildo inside his arse that was covered in lube and charmed to stay warm.
Charlie squeezed the hard little cock, licking the dripping head before sucking the balls hanging below them into his mouth. The sack was so much smaller then his own, but he knew that his Submissive would enjoy that.
Blaise’s eyes fluttered closed again, he gasped, able to say nothing…it all felt so good. His skin seemed to burn where his chosen Dominant touched him with hand, claw or tongue.
Charlie smirked, biting each chocolate thigh before spreading Blaise’s arse cheeks. Before he could run his tongue through the cleft or lick that winking hole he noticed something had already been put inside Blaise. Growling he poked it, “What is this?”
Blaise blushed, “Didn’t think you’d want to waste time prepping me. I wanted you inside me so bad.” He swallowed before continuing in Parseltongue, “Forgive me Dominant. It can come out.” He banished it back to the wash pile for Amry.
Charlie barely had a chance to see that the red thing was shaped like a cock before it was out of sight. He pushed a finger inside Blaise’s arse; it was warm, he noticed as he lightly teased the walls with the tip of his claws.
Blaise whimpered, “I’m sorry Dominant. Please…take me. I want to serve your pleasure…please…”
Charlie realized that all Blaise had been doing was making it easier on him. The boy wanted to please him so badly that he wanted to be easier to shag, the toy had widened the tiny hole and it seemed to beckon enticingly to be filled.
Blaise cried out in pleasure and pain as Charlie’s large cock pushed into his body, so big…he could feel how tightly he stretched to try to accommodate it. It was bigger then he dared hope…
Charlie would have liked to take this slowly but he was running on sexual desires and needs, four years of barely repressed sexual urges strained for release. The moment his entire prick was inside that tight, small arse he couldn’t help but begin to fuck it roughly.
Blaise lay there gasping as he felt that massive prick slamming in and out of his arse; it felt so good. He would offer himself to his chosen Dominant whenever asked/ordered. He wouldn’t last long between shagging sessions; this was too good…
Charlie’s prick plunged in and out of Blaise’s arse; he revelled in the feeling it gave him. He’d never felt such total pleasure; his Chuvash was far from satisfied when he finally thrust deep into Blaise in time to fill that tight formerly virgin arse with hot cum.
Blaise knew his arse had torn some from the force of Charlie’s thrusts but he would not complain. He enjoyed the rough fucking too much; the warmth inside him increased as he felt shot after shot of hot cum fill his arse and then began leaking. He blushed, moaning, his eyes still closed. He was still desperate for release, after a few moments of breathy silence he hissed in a quiet whisper, “Dominant please…”
Eminently pleased Charlie kissed Blaise’s swollen lips and banished the ring restraining the teen’s prick to the pile of abandoned clothes.
Blaise screamed as he finally was allowed to come.
Charlie had to admit the young debauched future Chuvash looked utterly desirable leaking his cum from that very fucked arse and shooting volley after volley of boyish cum. He kissed him again, his wings and claws presently vanishing leaving him with faintest dusting of scales.
Blaise lay there gasping as he came crashing down from his peak, still sore and slowly healing from the welcome brutal first sexual experience.
Charlie lay beside the teen pulling him close.
After a few lazy moments a house elf appeared with a tray.
“Master be hungry now? Amry be bringing rare steaks and wine.”
Blaise was both hungry and tired but not sure which desire was more pressing. He whispered, “I will do as my Dominant wishes.” He’d been educated from a young age the expected behaviour of a Dominant but it never felt right, he knew in his heart to his mother’s dismay he would be a Submissive. He just hoped the second son of the firstborn of a pureblood lord and the lord of another pureblood line would be a significant enough choice in Dominant to quiet her displeasure.
Charlie knew he should eat and doubted Blaise ate before he arrived, he moved to sit against the elegantly carved headboard and tugged the willing boy into his lap. “We’ll eat.” Summoning the blood red silk sheets to cover Blaise’s naked waist. He banished the cum on the sheets to oblivion to prevent stains, “Put the tray in his lap if you please. I’ll see that he eats.”
Blaise leaned back against his chosen Dominant’s chiselled chest, relaxing despite the remaining pain in his arse. He didn’t regret anything, he was sure he knew in his heart this was his mate, his destined Dominant just as Harry did. He trusted that Charlie would never treat him cruelly despite their urge for rough sex.
After the elf disApparated Charlie began to cut the rare meat, guessing that the teen was too tired to bother cutting the meat he began to feed Blaise alternating bites.
Blaise let Charlie’s Chuvash instincts guide him, allowing his chosen Dominant to feed him. He began to grow sleepy and shifted to rest his head against the hollow of Charlie’s neck.
Charlie did not press the teen to eat but finished the steaks before moving to lay down with the boy holding him close. After a bit he bit his own wrist open with his fangs, “Drink.” His blood was sure to heal any internal injuries Blaise acquired during their vigorous shagging.
Blaise may not have come into his inheritance yet but he was Chuvash enough for the blood of his kind to have a healing effect. He drank a little before falling in a deep sleep. It would prove perhaps his most beneficial. For the first time in his life, Blaise truly felt as if he belonged.
Charlie felt as the teen drifted off to sleep, his Chuvash was almost purring. He had watched enough Dragons in heat to know that while brutal by wizard standards it was not as rough as dragon mating. If the boy didn’t prove to be a Submissive he would be very distraught. It would be very hard not to fall in love with Blaise Zabini, second to the Prince of Slytherin. He hoped his family would understand…that was his last thought before exhaustion claimed him.

What do you think? Outstanding? Exceeds Expectations? Acceptable? Poor? Dreadful? Troll?
A/N: Blaise is a randy dragon thing...Hmmm...should his liaison have consequences? This not a poll just wondering...
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