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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
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Chapter six:

Bród awoke languidly, stretching as he turned to face a pair of angry eyes. He snorted at the murderous scowl on the little one's face.

"Good morning to you too, sweetheart." He chuckled.

Draco glared petulantly with those pretty eyes and muttered something alien in response. Well that certainly didn't sound pleasant. Bród grinned and kissed Draco's lips quickly before jumping from the bed. Draco growled like an angry coiláin. It was quite endearing.

Bród strolled to the shelves and plucked out a wrap-around. His brow furrowed as he dug through the too-large clothes for something that would fit Draco. He pulled out a grey throw-over tunic, turning as he measured the size critically. His eyes strayed to the bed and he smirked as Draco quickly faced away, cheeks colouring with that unusual pink flush. The little man's eyes strayed to Bród's naked form against their will as he clutched the bed-sheets to his front.

Bród chuckled. Perhaps Draco's people were more modest about nudity? He handed the tunic over to Draco and dressed himself, eyes glinting in amusement as the little one inspected the garment with a disgruntled grimace before putting it on with a sigh. "My apologies that I have nothing more suitable Draco but you could always go nude." Draco ignored the man's teasing purr, threading his long fingers through his fluffy white hair with purpose.

His expressive eyes watched Bród suspiciously as he stepped out of the bed, tunic falling to his knees like a medical gown. Bród chuckled at the sight. The dark-haired man fastened his wrap-around in place and only just glimpsed Draco as the little man made a break for the door.

He sighed as he swung Draco up and into his arms. Draco crossed his arms and yelled something that sounded insulting. "You can walk when you don't run away." Bród eyed the other man and Draco set his mouth in an unhappy line. At least he wasn't hitting anymore.

Láid snickered at the sight of Bród sauntering into the dining room and carrying a pouting Draco. "Try to make a break for it?" Ciúín grinned, grasping Draco's arm when Bród set him down and leading him to the table. Bród grimaced. "It's not like he'll get very far. There are Guards all over the complex and the Forest entrance is locked." Spraoí watched Draco take a seat, the blonde eyeing the food with a mistrustful squint. "Why does he keep trying to run?" he said through a mouthful of purple fruit, dribbling juice down his chin.

Aoibh grimaced and wiped his twin's mouth, rolling his eyes. "He could be trying to get back to his spaceship." Bród considered that. "I hope he isn't set on going back to wherever he came from." He said sadly, eyes worried.

"He'll settle in time, Bród." His Mawha said from the door. The man chuckled as his mate caught him from behind, planting a swift kiss on his cheek. Bród rolled his eyes at the display, worries easing as he turned to face Draco. The little one was staring at his parents, mouth agape. Bród huffed an amused snort at his expression before pushing a plate of food towards him.

Draco glanced around the room in obvious confusion and exclaimed something unintelligible. "It's an interesting dialect he's got" Ciúin said, plucking the seeds from his bread. "I can't seem to grasp it." Bród nodded as Draco rubbed his head and glanced down at the food in front of him. He sniffed it cautiously. Aoibh gave a startled laugh. "Food, Draco, food!" he chuckled.

Draco looked up warily. "Food?" he repeated, watching Spraoí as he inhaled what was on his own plate. He plucked out a Milís fruit and bit into it, sighing happily at the taste. Bród grinned, reaching over to ruffle his hair. Draco growled in response, flattening his hair down and leaving it sticky from the juices of the fruit.

Ciúin watched the little man curiously. "You should take him to the Féile with us, Bród." He announced. Bród cast doubtful eyes on his parents who shrugged in response.

"He's not going to pick up much stuck in the house constantly." Lae agreed. "It'll do him good to offer him a little freedom." Bród considered the idea. "I'll have to bring him into the complex to buy him clothes." He sighed, grinning as Draco subtly spit out a bite of bitter melon.

Aoibh perked up. "We'll go too! He'll practically have his own Guard." Both Ciúin and Láid smiled in agreement. Bród shrugged. "Why not?"

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Draco took one glance around the corner of the huge hallway the aliens and led him down and back peddled.

He bumped against the alien with the scarlet hair and shook his head. "you have got to be out of your minds if you think I'm going into Alien Central."

The room he had glimpsed had been massive in breadth and height. Draco couldn't even consider it a room because there had been no ceiling, just the vast strange lilac sky. It was littered with stalls, stands, patches of green and most importantly, aliens.

He tensed as he heard Bród's deep chuckle and the man placed a slender hand on Draco's shoulder.

"Don't even try it, you! We're going back down this hallway and into the house!" Draco hissed, nose pointed skywards as he started to turn around. The aliens chuckled and the dark-haired nuisance gripped his shoulder and steered him into what could only be the alien's village.

Alien faces and strangely coloured eyes greeted the group as they strode forward, Draco going unnoticed only because he had sandwiched himself between Bród and Ciúin, safely hidden.

When Bród advanced suddenly, Draco was left in plain sight and he froze. A small alien somewhat shorter than himself spotted him. The child, for the round face could only be that of a child's, stared at Draco with huge scarlet eyes. He tugged on the arm of a taller man, "Ahha! Look!" he yelled, causing surrounding aliens to glance in the direction he was pointing.

Draco felt his knees shake as several pairs of eyes settled on him. There were exclamations of surprise and confusion as more people began to notice the smaller man. Draco's heart hammered painfully in his chest. "Bród!" he called out shakily.

He shrieked as a thin hand entwined with his own and breathed a sigh of relief when his eyes met acid-green orbs. "Leave me alone again and I'll tear you apart!" Draco snarled, but his voice quivered pathetically.

Bród stroked his hair softly as aliens gathered around curiously, chattering animatedly. Draco let the aliens he knew talk to the crowds, growling at any familiar alien that tried to pet him.

"I am not on display for you!" he hissed, cheeks flushing. He partially hid behind Bród's slender form as he observed the group. He noticed one major thing and frowned in confusion. There were no women.

There was not one feminine face or curved body that he could see. There were pretty aliens, of course, slender, white-winged aliens that could pass for female from a distance, he supposed. But they were not.

"Where are your women?" he blurted out, eyeing the more 'masculine', broad aliens with mistrust. "Do you keep them locked up?" His eyes drifted to a blue-eyed alien who was holding an infant in his arms protectively; a taller man stood behind them, emerald wings wrapped around the pair.

Draco blanched. "You do have women don't you?" he yelled, horrified. He stared into Bród's soft features. Bród was one of the prettier aliens. "Are you one of the females, am I seeing things wrong?" Draco asked incredulously. He flushed as he recalled the little show Bród had given him that morning. Definitely male.

He shook his head, bewildered and Bród smiled at him sweetly before tugging the smaller man along to the stalls.

"Surely you've got females somewhere, how do you reproduce?" Draco queried, rubbing his forehead absently. He had not only landed himself in a house full of apparently homosexual men, he had landed himself in an all-male planet? Draco snorted, that couldn't be right. That was ridiculous.

Their group moved through the stalls effortlessly, Aoibh chattering excitedly whenever he found something he admired. Draco flushed as a garment was measured against him once again. The fact that the aliens seemed to be buying him clothes was... nice, but unnerving. Just how long were they expecting him to stay? He sighed in worry as the group sorted through the jewellery and Bród turned away to pay for the outfit.

A rough hand gripped his arm suddenly and he was spun around to face a pair of blank white eyes. The alien towered over him, muscles bunching and scarlet wings flaring dramatically. Draco gasped and pushed at the arm holding him, face screwing up in distaste. "Let me go." He snarled.

He panicked as the man grinned feraly and began pulling him away, quickly. Draco shrieked, pushing a firm hand against the creature's torso as a spark of magic raced up his arm.

The alien was thrown onto his back with a grunt and there was a resounding crack from the impact of pure magic hitting flesh. Draco felt himself being drawn back into Bród's soft embrace as the others stared at him with wide eyes. Draco shook his head wearily. Accidental magic could really be a blessing sometimes.

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"You should have seen it, Darr. It was incredible." Láid exclaimed as the group settled into the Front room, "I don't even know what to call it."

Ciúin nodded, staring intently at the pale man as Draco sipped from the mug Bród had given him. "We'd only turned around for a moment and when we heard Draco cry out, we were ready to run at whoever had bothered him. But he just pushed away that piece of dirt like it was nothing. Cumacht went flying back and there was a spark and a crack like wood snapping."

Bród wrapped protective arms around Draco, looking into his Ahha's curious gaze.

"You don't suppose he could do magic, do you?" Spraoí asked, eyes glinting. Aoibh snorted, "Like those snobs in the Aon Complex? That's all just tricks and illusion, Spraoí I've told you not to fall for it." Spraoí shook his head stubbornly. "Some of them are real. They have the Sean Draíocht, Cara told me so." Aoibh groaned loudly. "Cara! I'm losing my twin to a cheap-shot magician."

Lae growled before Spraoí could respond. "Hush up!" he said, frowning. He turned gentle eyes on his son. "You could take him to the Elders in the Aon Complex, Bród. They might understand what it is he did."

Bród sighed. "I'm not taking him there, yet. Let him settle. Those guys give me the creeps."

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A/N:

Coiláin: puppy [kwill-aw-in]

Milís: sweet [mill-ish]

Féile: festival [fay-la]

Aon: first [ay-on]

Sean Draíocht: old magic [shan dree-ockt]

Cumacht: (name) meaning Power [coo-ockt]
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