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Buckle Up Blondie	By : slytherincailin Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3974 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: DISCLAIMER: The following is a work of fan-fiction based upon the world and characters of Harry Potter which are owned exclusively by J. K. Rowling. No profit or money was gained.

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Chapter Three:

Bród could safely say that, had he died after seeing his brother, Spraoí, that morning, he would have died happy.

Spraoí's pea-green eyes glared and flashed in obvious warning as he made his way into the back garden. His once golden hair was now a most vile shade of brownish-red and clumped together like seaweed. Bród howled with laughter as he watched his younger brother, clutching his sides desperately.

"Alright," Spraoí snarled, claws out and white wings snapping back, "Which one of you bastards was at my hair wash?"

His Mawha clucked his tongue in distaste as he watched Aoibh edge his way behind a chair. "He's going to find you." The golden-haired man whispered, turning a page in his book absently.

Bród chose that moment to inhale the piece of sweet bread he'd been chewing on. He choked, rust-bronze face turning an unhealthy puce as he tried to force down the food. He swallowed it back painfully, pale-white wings fluttering in relief. He turned triumphant eyes on his Mawha. Lae rolled his own green orbs in response. "Proud of you, son," he said dryly.

Spraoí had finally spotted his twin brother, Aoibh, and had darted forward when there was a boom like thunder from the violet sky.

Bród glanced up, frowning as he saw the cloudless skies. His gaze narrowed as he spotted something dark in the distance. The spot seemed to be increasing at an alarming rate.

He gasped. "Mawha!" he yelled, "get inside!"

Lae's green eyes grew huge and he stood, dragging Aoibh and Spraoí behind him. The spot was growing closer and Bród could make out its almost boat-like shape. Lae dragged him into the house and Bród glimpsed two other men running from the kitchen into the living room. Ciúin and Láid. His Ahha's face was blank in its unease and mistrust and his black wings were pulled taut, as though they could surround his family.

The resounding shockwaves which followed the impact of the craft caused the windows of their home to vibrate and his stomach to plummet. It had landed in the forest.

Bród froze, remaining in place for only a moment before his excitement caught up with him and he launched forward, too swift for his Ahha's grasp. He pulled open the door and ran towards whatever had just crashed, cringing at his Mawha's pleading cry to come back.

He couldn't go back, not yet. Not now.

He raced through the forest, white wings tucked behind him as he let his legs push forward. He became aware of people running to his left and right. His friends, Ciúin and Láid. He grinned, danger or not, his friends would always be by his side.

The trio slowed as broken trees, rocks and near-devastation came into view. Bród folded his wings in, green eyes wide. He sniffed the air, nose wrinkling at the acidic smell. They advanced slowly. Bród's black hair fell around him, beads clinking together softly. Ciúin breathed rapidly to his left, body tense as he held his long scarlet braid in one hand. Láid remained in front of the boy, blue hair wild and full of leaves and violet wings flared in defense.

Bród stilled as they came upon the large smoking vessel and the hole it had left. The boat-shaped thing lay on its side, huge and in piece, but tarnished and broken in places. There was what looked like a door to one side.

Bród jumped into the pit, bare feet hissing as they touched the scorched ground. Two light thumps indicated that his friends had followed him. The trio stopped before the door.

"Is it logical to open that thing, Ciúin?" Láid asked his partner quietly.

Ciúin stared, in awe of the vessel. "Most definitely not."

Bród shrugged and grabbed what looked like a handle. The door swung open smoothly. Palms smoking slightly, the dark-haired man took a step forward.

Ciúin hissed. "What if there are aliens?" he bit his lip. "These could be feral creatures, full of diseases!" Bród glanced at his red-haired friend before looking back into the dark interior. "Or someone could be hurt." Bród retorted logically.

Ciúin's golden eyes softened. He was always a sucker for someone in need. The three advanced, ducking barriers within the spaceship. There was no sound. They waited, tense, at the end of the tunnel, staring into a large room with a large window. There didn't seem to be anything there.

Bród heaved a sigh of disappointment. "Guess it's just a spare piece of equipment someone out there lost control of." He turned to the other two. "We had better head back before this thing gets mobbed by officials."

Láid grunted in acknowledgment and gestured for Ciúin to lead the way out. Bród glanced back into the room and started forward. "Keep going," he yelled at his friends, "I'll be out once I find a souvenir."

He kicked the rubble out of his way and bent to pluck a sheet of hard black and silver stuff from the floor. He stood with one last glance around, and froze.

There, obstructed from their earlier view and partially hidden in the rubble, was a body.

An alien.

Bród stepped forwards, heart hammering in his chest. It was turned away from him, but it was small, and so thin. A child? His heart clenched at the thought. The limb were so slender, his shoulder's not large. It looked like a child's body. Its skin was the palest colour Bród had ever seen, almost no colour at all. It was so different from the ruddy, burnished colour of his own skin and the skin of his kind.

Bród's eyes were drawn to the creature's hair, a shock of pure white that fell short just above his shoulders. The children of his planet wore their hair that short.

It was the palest, purest thing Bród had ever laid eyes on. His chest constricted painfully. Consequences be damned, he could not leave its body here to rot or be taken by the officials. If it was a child, as he feared, then the youth deserved a burial.

He knelt by its side and with a tense breath, lifted the corpse into his arms. The rubble shook loose and the alien's face came into his eye-line, a man's face. He nearly dropped the thing in shock. It was a man. His face was fully-formed, lacking in that childish puppy fat and almost too pretty to be the face of an adult. What a pity... He was beautiful.

As Bród watched the alien, transfixed, the little thing's pink lips parted suddenly and it groaned. Bród froze.

Not dead. Not a corpse. He was holding a living alien. The black haired man nearly forgot to breath. He took in a shuddering gasp and clutched the thing closer to his chest. "Alright then" he said shakily and started forward.

Ciúin was the first to spot him. His golden eyes nearly bugged from his head. "What the hell is that?" he whispered, terrified.

Láid turned and gaped openly at the green-eyed man. "You touched an alien." He said in awe, receiving a thump in the arm from Ciúin as the smaller man moved towards bród, eyeing the pale thing with mistrust.

As he neared, his eyes softened and his breath hitched. "Is that a child?" he whispered brokenly, "Is that a dead child?" His lip quivered and he put a hand over his mouth. "Oh... Gods..."

Láid stroked Ciúin's back, amber eyes gloomy as the couple advanced on Bród.

"I... I don't know.. if he's dead." Bród said uneasily. "I thought I heard him... but..."

Ciúín sighed in sorrow. "What was he doing all alone in there?" he reached forward with a quivering hand and pushed back the white hair on the alien's forehead. It felt like silk.

The little creature groaned suddenly and all three men tensed and stared with open fascination. The alien's eyelids fluttered and opened to stare at the trio unseeingly before fluttering closed once more. There was a stunned silence.

"Those eyes..." Ciúin breathed.

"I've never seen anything like..." Bród gaped openly.

"Wow." Láid summarised.

"That's the strangest thing I've ever seen." Ciúin shook his head. He looked up suddenly as the sky dimmed. "He needs to go to yours, Bród. Your Ahha's Chief Guard and your Mawha's a healer. He'll be safest there. The officials can't have him when he's in this state, they'll kill him."

Bród nodded once. "Come on."

A/N: The inspiration for an all-male world was given to me by Xenobia's archive, Ninthwave. In this she has created an amazing world in which there are only males, one type which bares children, and another type which sires children. Her work is a great source of inspiration for me and I adore her concepts. I would recommend you read her books if you have any interest in slash and mpreg visit - freewebs . com / ninthwave

The words Ahha and Mawha are childish words in the Gaelic laguage. They mean Father and Mother. (in this case the mother being the man who carries the child.)

Bród: meaning Proud [bro-id]

Spraoí: meaning Fun [Spree]

Aoibh: meaning Love [Ee-veh or Eve]

Lae: refering to magical lae lines [lay]

Ciúin: meaning Quiet [cyoo-in]

Láid: meaning Strong [law-id]

(Though his name is not mentioned in this chapter, Bród's Ahha's name) Darr: meaning Oak [dar]
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