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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 Five:

Draco glared ineffectively at the surrounding aliens. Yes, at first they had terrified him. They were huge. Now they were just a bloody inconvenience.

He snarled at the green eyed one with the tri-coloured golden, brown hair as it blew him a kiss. Damn beasts! He thought viciously, I am not some play thing! Some pet!

Of course, he was sure he certainly looked it. These creatures towered over him, the blue-haired one had shoulders twice as broad as Draco was. That was intimidating.

He glanced down at the strong, slender arms that were pinning him in place before looking up into green eyes. "I need to get to my ship, alien, unleash me!" The alien merely smirked in response and Draco felt his gut clench almost painfully. It would not be in his best interests to find an alien attractive. That was highly disturbing.

He glanced up as someone tapped his knee, to find the scarlet haired alien smiling at him. This creature's red hair was much nicer than the Weasels. The alien tapped his chest, "Cíuin."

Draco snorted, turning away. He didn't want introductions, he wanted to leave.

His knee was tapped again and he quirked an eyebrow at the smiling alien. The golden eyes on this one were somewhat less unnerving than the others, They were almost kind. Draco sighed as the alien tapped his chest again. "Ciúin."

"Kyooon..." Draco repeated slowly, rolling the unfamiliar word on his tongue. Ciúin beamed at him, those unnerving white wings fluttering happily. He tapped Draco's chest lightly. Draco sighed before responding, "Draco."

Ciúin frowned, "Dray...koh." he repeated. The blonde nodded, smiling in spite of himself at the strangeness of it all. He was talking to an alien.

The golden eyed Ciúin went around the group, introducing the aliens. One was left un-introduced.

Draco tilted his head back, unnerved that the alien was so much taller than him, that he could see his face and chest clearly from this angle. "What's your name then, you brute?" he asked warily.

The raven-haired alien chuckled softly at Draco's disgruntled expression. "Bród." He said softly, the sound vibrating in his and against Draco's back, causing him to shiver.

"Bród..." Draco tested the word. "You could become a hindrance."

The blonde watched the alien, trying to understand why something about him irritated Draco. He realised it with a sneer. "You would have the same colouring as Potter." He grimaced in disgust.

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Láid chuckled softly. "I don't think he likes your name, Bród. He looks like he's swallowed sour fruit." Bród shrugged lightly, grinning.

"We'd best get him down to Mawha so that he can have a proper look at him. His head seemed to hurt when he woke up." Ciúin nodded in agreement, standing to open the door. The others filtered out as Bród stood and gather the alien into his arms. Draco.

The man yelled indignantly, kicking out and smacking a hand against Bród's bare chest. Bród chuckled. "I think I prefer carrying you when you're asleep."

H followed the others, Draco stilling in his arms as the man's head swivelled to look around. Bród slowed down, glancing around him at the rugged stone walls and windows, through which the violet evening sky and tree-tops were visible. "Do you not have sights like these in your world?" he asked Draco's wide-eyed gaze softly.

His Mawha was seated in the front room, tucked under his Ahha's dark wing. He straightened as Bród entered, soft smile already in place. The man had melted at the sight of the little alien. It had not been so difficult to convince his Ahha, Darr, to allow him to keep the thing safe, either. There was something about Draco that was strangely alluring.

Lae whistled softly as Bród took a seat beside his parents. "I see what had you so fascinated with his eyes. So different, rather beautiful colours too." He said cheerily, staring intently at the man's colourful gaze. The alien fidgeted nervously, glancing away.

Bród smirked, "his name's Draco." His face became somewhat frustrated, "he can't speak or understand our language, Mawha." Lae tsked in pity and Darr watched on curiously. "That could become an issue." The dark man rumbled lowly.

Draco jumped at the sound, pushing back against Bród's chest before Lae distracted him with a hand to the little ones forehead.

Bród glanced at his Ahha and sighed. "What will we do? If he's to survive here, how can I teach him?" Darr ran a hand though his black hair, pulling strands free from its braid. "I've spoken to the Guard, and the Guarding Officials. They've granted me custody over him as long as he is eventually introduced to the public. He'll have to pick it up. His craft was unstable, liable to blow apart. It had to be dismantled." Bród's concerned eyes travelled to Draco and he grinned at the sight of his Mawha listening to the small man's heart, ear pressed against Draco's narrow chest.

Darr watched the little one push his mate away, only for Lae to return. He chuckled. "There's something about him that draws people in, perhaps it's his size." Bród nodded, "I have to wonder though, if he's as fragile as he looks. It's a miracle he survived that crash."

Darr nodded solemnly, eyes straying to the alien's bewildered features. "Keep a tight hold of him, Bród," he said, expression dark. "Others will not hesitate to grab him."

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The sky was velvet black as Bród carried Draco back to his room. He had pleaded with his Ahha that the little one be left in his care, should he attempt to flee again. Lae had been almost too eager to allow it.

He sighed as he glanced down into Draco's dozing face. "I do hope you like sharing, little one, because you're not leaving my sight." Draco blinked at him blearily, before ignoring him in favour of sleep. He had been nodding off since dark descended, the bump on his head no doubt causing a mild concussion. He could barely keep his head up.

Bród entered his room, touching one wing to the light holder absently. It dimmed and plunged the room into near darkness. Bród hushed softly as Draco stirred in his arm, whimpering softly. The dark-haired man felt his groin tighten in response. Damn, but the man made the most erotic sounds.

He settled Draco in the bed, swiftly divesting the man of the funny clothing he had on. His eyes glowed brightly as the creature's full body came into view, white and flushed and slender. Bród's wings fluttered at the sight. He frowned as he looked at the man's chest, running his fingertips lightly over the long, thin scars that criss-crossed there. Draco shivered slightly and Bród tugged the sheets over the alien's body. He stepped out of his wrap-around and slid under the sheets beside Draco, rocking the bed lightly.

Draco suddenly tensed; he turned swiftly and looked at Bród with disbelieving eyes. He spluttered something in his own language and frowned. Bród hushed the man and moved to press his fingers to Draco's lips in a silent command. Draco jerked back and made to dart from the bed.

"No, Draco!" Bród frowned, grasping the other man's wrist. Draco tried to twist his body from the bed and Bród growled in annoyance and pinned the small body with his own.

"Like sharing, or not Draco, you can't go running around. Everyone's asleep." Bród sighed at the terrified expression on Draco's face and smiled softly. "I won't hurt you Draco, sweetheart," he murmured softly, "just be still okay?"

Draco lay frozen beneath the taller man, eyes huge and breath coming in quick pants. Bród groaned and before he could stop himself, bent to cover Draco's mouth with his own.

The feel of soft velvet and the sweet taste which invaded his senses nearly undid Bród. The dark-haired man growled low in his chest and licked Draco's lip lightly. Slowly, very slowly, Draco's body relaxed beneath his own and the man's mouth became pliant against his lips.

Bród smirked and curled against Draco's side, effectively pinning the man with one arm. "Sleep well, little one." He whispered.

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Draco lay awake as the alien began to drift off. His heart hammered in his chest, the strength behind Bród's arm not easing even in sleep.

Draco pressed a hand to his mouth in stunned silence, licking his lips and tasting Bród.

Smoke. The alien tasted like burning coals and smoky fires. He breathed in shakily, eyes narrowing. This alien definitely did not see him as a pet. You didn't kiss pets.

Draco flushed as the heat from the other man's body radiated through his skin. He needed to get to the ship. He needed to get home. He sighed, memories of that disgusting flat running through his mind. Some home, he sniffed.

Bród reacted to the sound, his hand on Draco's stomach beginning to stroke in soft, absent circles. Draco's eyes fluttered at the sensation before he gasped. What was he doing? What was wrong with him, enjoying the touch of some creature?

As adamant as he tried to make his thoughts, Draco's eyes closed against his will and he drifted to sleep easily, mutterings of stupid aliens still on his lips.
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