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The Dracken Prince	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Tom Views: 12519 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 19
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, the universe, or anything you recognize here. My take on Drackens should be unique, but it is also a borrowed concept. I make no money from this, and do not endorse anything you may see herein.

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Harry came into the room in high spirits after completing his work, ignoring Tom’s extremely discontented expression.

“Hello, love. No, I'm not taking the charm off. You need to be under it for a full twenty-four hours to let the message sink in. Sorry. We can have sex, though, that should cheer you up a bit.”

Tom glared at him and Harry smiled, then kissed him. “Don't be angry with me. It’s only temporary.” He pulled back and gave his mate a stern look. “Besides that, if you have been reading those journals, you know full well that I am being lenient.” He added. “You said no to a Dracken. Not many people escape that scenario walking on two unbroken legs. You're lucky this was a first offense. Please keep in mind why we’re doing this: the safety of our future children. That is paramount to me. If anyone so much as suspects that the way to harm them is through me, it puts them more at risk. Your followers have little care for me.”

Tom sighed, but nodded in acceptance.

“So do you want me?” Harry asked.

Tom babbled incoherently and pulled him in for a kiss.

Harry laughed into the kiss and spoke through the bond, ‘I’m going to take that as a yes.’

Tom growled and nipped at his bottom lip, and Harry responded by nipping him back. “I’m the biter here.” He told the man after breaking the kiss.

Tom smirked and babbled something at him that, from the tone at least, sounded sassy.

Harry smiled. “Come on, let’s go to bed.” He pulled him into the bedroom by his hand and pushed him onto the bed, then crawled over him. “How about I ride you?” He asked, unbuttoning Tom’s shirt as he spoke.

Tom’s eyes gleamed and he nodded eagerly, reaching for Harry’s buttons himself.

They worked around each other, Harry slapping Tom’s hand out of the way and Tom retaliating by glaring and muttering nonsensically before he went back to work, doing his best to stay out of the way of Harry’s hands as they worked each other’s shirts off.

Harry was out of his first, and Tom smiled smugly as the Dracken shrugged his shirt off and let it slide off the bed.

He pointedly watched the shirt fall to the floor, then looked back up at Harry and uttered a single, disgruntled sound.

Harry snorted. “Yes, I’m a slob, but you love me anyway,” he said, and Tom huffed.

Harry got Tom’s shirt off and balled it up before throwing it the same way his shirt had gone, and Tom glared at him before blathering out something in indignation.

“I’m sorry, was that shirt expensive?” Harry asked sweetly, and Tom nodded once. “Oh, does that mean you don’t want sex after all?” Tom frantically shook his head in denial. “Then don’t complain.” Harry said before moving on to his trousers.

Tom sighed and went to work on Harry’s as well, both of them finishing at the same time. Tom groaned and lay pliant under Harry as the teen shimmied out of his trousers and pants while still atop him, then took pity on him and helped him out of his, as well.

Once they were both naked, Harry quickly cast a contraceptive spell and was about to cast the preparation spell as well, when Tom grabbed his wand hand and babbled another one-syllable word.

“What?” Harry asked.

Tom’s eyes darkened and he purred some nonsense words at Harry.

Harry bit back his laughter and tried not to smile. “You’ll have to be a bit more specific, love.” He said.

Tom sighed and moved his finger in the universal ‘turn-around’ motion.

Harry’s eyes widened and he turned, then squeaked as Tom grabbed his hips and pulled him back toward his face. “Oh!” Harry said, right before a hot tongue swept over him and it turned into “Ohh!”

He let his upper half go limp on top of his mate and relaxed as Tom began tonguing him with enthusiasm. The tongue worked him for a few moments before a finger joined it and he shuddered as his prostate was stroked insistently. “Oh, Merlin, Tom, if you want me to last you have to stop that!” He jerked away, and Tom chuckled.

“Arsehole.” Harry muttered, turning back around, and Tom purred more nonsense his way. Harry sighed and smiled, before moving in to kiss him. “Loveable arsehole.” He amended right before their lips met.

He pulled back and the look on Tom’s face was priceless—he was totally in shock. He babbled something that sounded confused and pleased, and Harry smiled.

“Yes, I kissed you right after you rimming me.” He replied evenly.

Tom babbled again, and Harry shrugged. “Because if you’re going to insist on doing it from time to time, it seems silly for me to ask you not to kiss me after. If you’re okay with it, I should be, too.”

Tom said something softly, and Harry leaned in for another peck.

“I know I don’t have to. That’s the whole point of me being willing to.” He replied. “Now are you going to shut up and let me sit on your cock, or not?”

Tom nodded eagerly.

Harry grabbed his cock and pumped it a few times, then positioned it and sat back on the thick length. “Gods, you fill me so good!”

Tom muttered something that sounded like agreement, then moaned, grabbing Harry’s hips and helping him move.

Harry rolled his hips, then told his mate, “Go ahead.”

Tom’s eyes asked the question for him, and Harry smiled. “Pull on my hair. I know you like it, and it’s not so bad. We haven’t done it in a while.”

Tom smiled widely and grabbed a handful of his hair, tugging and making Harry bow back a bit. He reached up with his other hand and began playing with a nipple, and Harry moaned lowly.

“Definitely not so bad.” He repeated, and Tom used the hair in his fist to pull him in for a kiss.

Harry moaned into his mouth as the hand started massaging his scalp, and Tom moaned in response.

The hand left his hair and moved back to his hip, the other one coming around to stroke his cock.

“Oh, yes, that! Do that!” Harry began thrusting into the hand, and Tom once again babbled something. This time the tone was decidedly sultry, and Harry was able to guess what he was saying again. “Keep doing that, and I will!”

Tom growled and sped up both his hand and his thrusts, and Harry wailed as the hand tightened suddenly and just about ripped the orgasm from him.

He slumped on top of Tom as the man grabbed his hips and pistoned into him a few times before shouting as he, too, spilled his pleasure and then relaxed with a heavy sigh.

He spoke some more gibberish at Harry, and Harry nodded. “Very good.” He agreed. “Let’s go to sleep; it’s been a long day.”

*****

The next morning found Tom and Harry sitting together, eating breakfast and not talking.

Harry was quiet because he didn’t want to embarrass Tom by making him babble in public, and Tom remained silent because no one would understand him anyway, so why even bother?

They both ate quickly, then shared a quick kiss as Tom got up to rush out the doors.

“He’s taking this remarkably well.” Draco commented to Harry.

Harry nodded. “He realized how lucky he was to get away without bodily injury.” He was not at all surprised that the news of what happened between them had travelled so quickly. A Dracken punishing their mate publically, while something that happened often enough among Drackens, was still not a widely seen event due to the rarity of Drackens themselves, and was newsworthy for that reason alone. “He’s not going to give me more lip and earn something worse, because whatever I came up with would probably be more painful than this time was.”

Draco nodded. “That makes sense.” He said. “Ready for class?”

Harry handed off the last tiny piece of the banana he’d been feeding to Zephyr and nodded. “Let’s go.” He said.

*****

Tom had to resort to using the toilet method to get into the Ministry, since there was no way he could use the visitor’s entrance or Floo in without speaking, and there were anti-Apparition Wards all around the Ministry.

He grimaced and flushed himself down the drain.

When he got to work, he met up with his partner, Rufus Scrimgeour.

“Hey, Tom. How are things today?” He asked, chipper as ever. “Want to go get tea?”

Tom sighed, and drew his wand, writing in the air with burning letters, ‘I’m being punished.’

Rufus frowned. “How so?”

Tom opened his mouth and tried to explain, and gibberish emerged.

“Ahh. Babbling curse. What did you do?” Rufus asked.

‘Said no to my Dracken.’

Rufus winced. “Oh. I’m honestly surprised you aren’t walking funny today.” He said.

Tom gave him a droll stare. ‘He’d heal that before I came in. I’m an Auror, you nitwit.’

“Well, even so, we’ll be relegated to desk duty today, since you can’t be out in the field under a babbling curse.” Rufus said heavily. “Thanks for that.”

Tom sent a stinging hex at the other man’s hand, and he yelped and dropped his wand. Tom scowled and wrote in the air, ‘I can still hex you.’

Rufus sighed. “Yes, you can.” He picked up his wand. “Anyway, fancy that tea? I know your order by now; I can get it for you.”

‘I suppose we may as well. We still haven’t figured out who was dosing us at Hogwarts.’ Tom admitted.

Rufus frowned. “I thought you would’ve had that wrapped up by now.” He said.

Tom’s frown deepened. ‘I was trying to when Harrison caught me. That’s when I said no to him. He was telling me to leave the students alone and not question them.’

“Ah.” Rufus said softly. “Perhaps he wants you to stay out of it in case you get hurt?”

‘What if he gets hurt?!’ Tom wrote, the letters mere inches away from Rufus’ face.

Rufus looked at him blankly. “He’s a Dracken. No one can touch him, not even close. Let him protect you, it’s his job as your dominant. Don’t give him a complex by usurping his place in the relationship.” He said.

Tom resisted the urge to roll his eyes, and merely thought to himself, If only you knew…

The pair went to a small café down the street, taking their first break of the day. It was a luxury Rufus hadn’t had before becoming Tom’s partner. When your partner brought with him a 100% success rate in apprehending your targets, it came with certain perks. A thirty-minute break first thing in the morning? Amelia Bones herself approved it at Tom’s request.

Rufus was a little jealous, but since he was also allowed to enjoy a leisurely morning tea with him, he supposed there was no point in complaining. Who was dumb enough to grouse about sharing preferential treatment? He was counting himself lucky that Tom hadn’t let on that he had caught and bound every suspect himself before Rufus even caught up with him!

“So, if I’m not being too forward,” Rufus said softly once their tea had come, “how hard did he pound you last night? Was it an extra punishment, or did he take pity on you?"

Tom’s eye twitched. ‘He was good to me. That being said, it was still quite a workout. Both of us are lucky we didn’t sprain something.’

Rufus laughed. “I’m glad you’re getting some! Puts you in a good mood!”

‘Harry is very generous in bed. He makes sure I get plenty of what I like while he gets what he likes. Our sex life is extremely satisfying to us both.’ Tom smirked. ‘And that is all I feel like sharing. Do not ask again. If I volunteer something, you may respond, but stop trying to pry into what it is like to have a Dracken mate. You and I are not that close.’

Rufus chuckled. “I suppose not, we only just met three months ago. Give me time, though, and I will surely become a good friend to you. I have my ways of breaking through people’s defenses.”

Tom hummed noncommittally. You are free to try, of course. He thought to himself.
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