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Dragon in a Snake Pit	By : KJmom827 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Charlie/Draco Views: 10886 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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- 1-Dragon in a Snake Pit
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A/N: Many thanks to Lori for the beta. Any and all remaining mistakes are my own. Hugs and love to you all!

"You can't be seriously considering this." The words were out of Draco's mouth the moment the silencing spell went up around the room.

"I'm not." He wasn't, he'd already made up his mind. He never really considered it at all.

"Good." Draco's reply was so full of relief, that Charlie hated what he had to say next.

"I'm doing it." He saw several emotions fly across the usually guarded face in a matter of seconds.

"No, you are not. Do you even understand what it would mean? You would be labeled a Death Eater. No one will understand, or even care why your arm bears the mark. You'll be shunned, spit upon. You know, as well as I do, that Potter won't fail. Where will that leave you? You'll be an outcast, Charlie. You might even be arrested. Do you know how bad it will burn when he does it? Do you have any idea how much pain you'll be in every fucking time he calls, and you don't answer? You-you just can't, I won't…I won't let you."

Draco's body was shaking with the force of his tirade, his face was flushed with anger, his hands were running nervously through his hair, and he could hardly catch his breath. Charlie hated to see the young man so stressed, but Charlie knew it was the only way. Did he want to do it? Hell no. But, he'd done a lot of things in his life that he hadn't wanted. He'd just add it to the list, and move on.

He approached Draco slowly, as he did with frightened young hatchlings. Crooning softly, he placed a gentle hand on Draco's shoulder and drew the shivering man into his arms. Charlie rubbed circles into Draco's back, as he whispered into his ear.

"It will be okay, Draco. Snape is going to help us get away from here. Once we're out, I promise you, everything will be fine."

"No, it won't. That bastard, that fucking bastard… He ruins everything. Nothing in my life is safe from him. He oozes into everything and… and… I hate him!" Draco's face was pressed into Charlie's chest, and his hands wrung furiously into Charlie's shirt. He growled into the fabric, before jerking away suddenly.

"When we get where ever we're going, I want to see Potter. I don't have much I can tell him, but I'll do what I can. I want that son of a bitch dead, and I don't much care anymore if my father goes down with him."

"Draco, he's your father."

"Yeah, and he's also the reason we're still here. Every wretched thing that's ever happened in my life can be traced back to him."

Charlie nodded, and tried to pull the smaller body against him once more.

"Charlie, what…"

"Shhh, just…I need…"

"Ah, has your Gryffindor courage finally abandoned you?" The soft tone of his voice belied the condescending question.

"No, but, I think we could both use a bit of a cuddle right now."

Draco knitted his eyebrows together in confusion. "You are very strange, Charlie Weasley. I just can't figure you out."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you're this huge, sexy, muscular, manly man, and here you are, asking for a cuddle. It just seems… off."

"Why? Do you think asking for what I need is unmanly? Or, is it what I'm asking for that emasculates me in your eyes?"

"I didn't say-"

It had been a rough day, and it wasn't even over yet. Charlie was ready to just get it all out there, and have done with it.

"Yes, Draco. I'm big, I'm strong, I'm tattooed, I'm hairy, and I'm most certainly manly. But, I also like to hold and be held. I like to snuggle. Every now and then, I cry. I'm brave mostly, but I get scared just like everyone else. I'm gay, and sometimes I take it up the arse. I'm sorry if you-"

"No. I don't think you're feminine. I find myself more intrigued with you with every revelation. I like the fact that you are an enigma. I love the idea of cuddling with you, and I love knowing that you won't look down on me for it."

Draco moved closer, and lifted his arm to rest his hand on Charlie's neck. Very slowly, as if he thought he would be denied, he stepped back into Charlie's embrace. Charlie was so much taller than Draco, but if he tilted his head down, just so, he could bring their lips together.

"You like it?" His head was reeling. He'd thought Draco was poking fun at him, but it seemed that wasn't the case.

"I like you. I don't understand it. You are a Weasley, and I barely know you. But, there's something… I don't know what, but I want to find out."

Charlie swallowed around the lump in his throat, and cupped Draco's head to his chest again. If he was going to resist his urge to kiss him, Charlie had to remove the temptation of his lips being so close.

"Me too." Charlie sighed. Some of the tension eased out of the body in his arms, and Charlie maneuvered them toward the bed.

"Are we going to snuggle now?" Draco raised his head, and there was so much sweetness in the man's face. Charlie allowed his hand to linger long enough to smooth along Draco's full bottom lip. His breath caught, and his cock twitched, when Draco pursed his lips and pressed a kiss to the pad of Charlie's thumb. Not breaking eye contact, Draco eased back onto the bed.

Charlie's mouth and throat were suddenly very dry. Did Draco know how innocent he looked at that moment? He looked like a little boy asking to play big boy games. Charlie wanted, so badly, to show Draco all the care and attention he hadn't received a few nights before, but he knew it was too soon.

"Draco…"

"Whatever you're thinking, just stop. Take off that shirt, and climb in. We aren't discussing Dark Marks, Snape, escape, or what happened to me before you came. We are just going to hold each other, and if you want to kiss me, I won't stop you. If you want to touch me… Well, I can't make promises there, but I want you to, no matter how I might react."

X.X

The only thing on Draco's mind was getting Charlie out of his shirt. He cursed himself for not being able to really look at the man the last time he'd had the chance. He'd spotted a few tattoos peeking out of the man's sleeves, and he'd been aware of them when Charlie had only been wrapped in a towel, but he wanted to touch them. Draco wanted to, at least, see him shirtless one more time before his arm was marred with the Dark Lord's Mark.

Draco was fascinated with the way Charlie's muscles bunched and pulsed. The simple act of removing his shirt caused such appealing tensing and rippling. Draco wished his hands were on the man's arms or stomach, he'd love to feel the play of muscles under firm skin, rather than just watch.

Once Charlie was finally shirtless, Draco couldn't help but stare. He'd expected the man to be littered with inked versions of his beloved dragons. And, there were a few scattered here and there, but various other animals and markings covered Charlie's torso and upper arms. Rising to his knees, Draco stopped Charlie from jumping directly into the bed. He scooted to the edge, and motioned Charlie closer.

Draco's hand was shaking, when he touched a little puppy that pranced around Charlie's right nipple.

"Henry. A dog we had at the reserve. He wandered a little too close to a female guarding an egg. He was a good dog; I thought he should live on." Charlie's voice was low, and quivered a bit as Draco's fingers moved to the next tattoo.

It was one word, stamped into the skin under Charlie's right collarbone. 'Stephen.'

"My first long-term lover. He is an amazing man. We still get together sometimes to have dinner and whatnot."

Draco felt jealousy welling up inside of him, and didn't try to keep it out of his voice.

"What exactly is the 'whatnot'?"

Charlie chuckled, "A game of quidditch, or night of drinking at the pub. It's nothing sexual; he's just a really good friend now."

"Doesn't it bother you to have his name forever on your body?" Not taking his eyes off Charlie's chest, Draco began searching for the next tattoo he wanted Charlie to explain.

"Not at all. He's part of me. Even if our relationship had ended badly, there was a time when he was in my heart. If not for him, or any of the rest of them, I wouldn't be who I am today. Our experiences shape us, Draco. They may not define us, but we are molded by the lives we live, and the way we choose to react to the world around us. I don't regret any of my tattoos."

Charlie's explanation made sense, but it saddened Draco greatly. Charlie was, very soon, going to have a permanent mark that he wasn't choosing. Soon, he wouldn't be able to say that he didn't regret any of them.

"You will."

"No, I won't. I don't just have tattoos, Draco. I also have scars. I didn't choose a single one of those, and most of those experiences were dreadfully painful, but I don't regret them either. Every mark on my body, ink or remnant of injury, tells a story. If you put them all together, they tell my story. My history is all right here, for you to see. Soon, this place will leave a mark, but I'll rise up from it, like always, and it will be nothing but a memory, etched in black across my skin. It will be another story to tell, another piece of me that lines my body. Nothing more."

Draco realized that Charlie had wisdom he'd never considered. It seemed almost every new thing he learned about Charlie contradicted something Charlie had previously revealed about himself. He was brawny, but he wasn't stupid. He was a Weasley, but he wasn't thickheaded. He was both firm and yielding.

Abandoning the talk he'd promised they wouldn't have, he traced his fingers over an odd set of numbers in the center of Charlie's chest.

"These?"

"All my siblings' birthdates. Bill likes to say I only got it so that I can remember them; there are so many of us. I won't deny that it helps." Charlie laughed, and then Draco got his wish when the flesh under his hand flexed.

"When we finally get out of here, I'm going to lay you down, find all your tattoos and scars, and have you tell me every story." It was a bold statement, but he knew Charlie didn't mind when he felt the beat of the man's heart quicken.

"I'd like that, very much."

"Brilliant." Feeling brave, Draco leaned forward and kissed the tiny puppy that had first drawn his attention.

"Mmm. You do realize, that is the third time you've kissed me, and I have yet to reciprocate."

A grin spread across Draco's face, as he moved away and tossed his own shirt to the floor.

"I didn't realize you were counting. It must be of great importance to you."

"It is. I like to repay my debts, in a timely fashion."

Crawling backwards on the bed, Draco winked at Charlie as he reclined against the pillows.

"Well then, what are you waiting for?"

Charlie gracefully lifted himself onto the bed, on his hands and knees. He crawled up from the foot of the bed like a predator stalking its prey. It would have been terrifying, if not for the glint of playfulness in Charlie's eyes.

"Let's see. The first time, you kissed my arm. So, let's start there, shall we?"

Draco could only nod, as Charlie's soft lips made contact with the skin of Draco's upper arm. The sound was light and chaste, but Draco could still feel the warm heat of Charlie's mouth after he pulled away.

"Then, you kissed my thumb." Charlie held Draco's gaze, as he lifted Draco's arm, and placed Draco's thumb at his lips. Charlie gave a gentle, sucking kiss to Draco's thumb. Lowering Draco's arm tenderly, Charlie spoke again.

"And, just now, you kissed my chest." Leaning over Draco, Charlie whispered into the skin of Draco's chest, "I also like to pay my debts with a bit of interest."

When Charlie lips touched Draco this time, his mouth opened a fraction, and Draco felt Charlie's tongue barely graze his skin. Draco couldn't help it, he moaned. When Charlie lifted his head, there was no doubt in Draco's mind what would happen next.

Charlie's lips pushed gently against Draco's. The kiss was sweet and perfect, with just a trace of tongue. Draco was thoroughly pleased when his body remained relaxed, and his hands wandered lazily over Charlie's sides. He might be able to go farther with Charlie than he'd first thought; then, Charlie lowered his body. Charlie's weight was overpowering, and Draco could feel a startling, hard bulge pressing into his thigh. It was way too much, entirely too fast. His brain rejected the reality that the person above him was a kind, caring man. Draco bucked upward, and choked back a scream.

He can't move. His arms are stretched and tied tightly above his head. His legs are pushed into his chest, and held firmly and painfully by strong, rough hands. There's something smeared wetly across his hole. He hates it. He despises being exposed like this; he hates the way that slimy prick pushes forcefully into him. But, more than anything, he's repulsed when his prostate is stimulated, and his cock begins to stir and then harden in spite of his humiliation. Tears prickle at his eyes, but he refuses to shed them here.

"Draco? Merlin, I'm sorry." Charlie had rolled off Draco, and his hands were hovering and flitting over Draco, like he wanted to comfort, but wasn't sure how to do it.

"It's-it's okay. Fuck. I just want-" Draco wanted to be free. He wanted, so badly, to be able to touch Charlie, and be touched in return. We wanted to feel the weight of the other man on him. He needed Charlie to erase all the horrors swimming around in his head, but he couldn't stop the barrage of memories that kept overtaking his mind.

"You'll get there, Draco. I shouldn't have been so pushy. It hasn't been that long since you were ra-"

"Do not say that word. He didn't…do that. I consented to everything. I knew exactly what was going to occur, and I went to him of my own freewill. It wasn't enjoyable, but I let him. I am not a victim. I refuse to be a victim."

"Okay, I won't say it. But, regardless, you've recently had a rather traumatic experience, and I should be more considerate of you." Charlie tried to inch away, to put a bit more distance between them, but Draco grabbed and held firmly to Charlie's arm.

"No, you don't have to move. Please, don't run away. I'm okay when you hold me, and the kiss was good. I just freaked out a little when you…" Draco was so embarrassed, as well as disappointed. What gay man in his right mind would turn down the advances of a man like Charlie? Well, Draco didn't feel much like he was in his right mind just then.

"I won't do that again. I just got caught up in the moment is all. You're really attractive, Draco, and kissing you felt really brilliant."

Taking his chance to alleviate some of the tension he'd created, Draco slipped into a teasing voice.

"You find me attractive, huh?"

Taking Draco's cue, Charlie smirked and propped himself up on his elbow, so that his head was just above Draco's.

"Oh, don't fish for compliments, its unbecoming of someone so poised and proper."

"I wasn't fishing, you've just never said that. I mean, I know I'm rather stunning. I'm just glad you finally noticed."

Charlie laughed. "A bit full of yourself, aren't you?"

It was on the tip of Draco's tongue to say he'd rather be full of Charlie, but that sent a chill down his spine, and caused his bowels to ache. Before he could lapse into another nightmarish flashback, Draco jabbed Charlie in the stomach with one finger.

"You are a good one to be talking, the way you strut around. And, I know the extra swivel in your hips when you walk is intentional. Nobody's arse twists like that naturally."

Charlie grinned again, and lowered himself to his back, holding his arm out for Draco to fill the space against him.

"Been looking at my arse, have you?"

"Well, when you wave it around like that, it's hard not to look."

They continued to bicker, as Draco laid his head on Charlie's chest, and traced every tattoo he could reach with questing fingers. As promised, the impending Marking was forgotten, and for a while, they were just two men, getting to know each other. Sleep took Charlie slowly and gently, and the utter peace Draco felt in the man's arms allowed him to follow shortly after.
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