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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 Seven:

Draco jumped as the alien with the golden-bronze hair squealed fitfully. That sound was a war cry in itself.

Aoibh chattered happily, smoothing the material over Draco's limbs as he admired it. The thigh-length crimson tunic clung somewhat to his frame, even if the sleeves were too loose and too long. Draco let the alien fix his clothes in place with a defeated sigh.

After an hour of Bród trying to tech him how to tie the undergarments and Lae scrubbing him furiously in a sunken tub of foaming liquid, Draco had lost the will to battle, or to live. He wasn't sure which.

He rolled his eyes as Ciúin's fingers dragged through his hair, adding thin braids and crimson beads. "Ruin my hair and I'll cut your pretty braid off while you sleep, Ciúin." He grumbled through gritted teeth. His eyes narrowed on Bród, watching as his 'roommate' tied the sash of his emerald tunic. The outfits looked far better on the aliens.

The two aliens with the darker wings, Láid and Darr, wore similar outfits, though they had matching trousers and their tunics were open.

"I want what the masculine men are wearing." Draco growled out, suddenly self-conscious about his very naked legs. He eyed Aoibh with mistrust as the man snapped a silver bracelet around Draco's ankle. The white-winged aliens were definitely the more feminine creatures of the race.

Draco tilted his head back to take in Bród's lanky form. It truly pained him that he was smaller than the smaller aliens.

"Your race is eventually going to die out, you know," Draco said logically, shaking his head and wincing at the sound of clinking beads. "What with your serious lack of females and all. You probably already know this but you really need to look out for whatever one's you've got hidden."

Draco had considered it for some time before coming to the conclusion that females must be praised in this society and kept hidden from public view. The majority of couples he had seen yesterday had been all male, yet he had also seen young children. The only logical explanation he could find was that the females must breed with only the finest, leaving the males to rear the children. It was an odd way to run things but it worked for them, he supposed.

Draco jumped as Bród's arms wrapped around his waist and his head was kissed by the taller man.

"Hands off!" he snapped. The brute was getting far too friendly. The night time kisses were unacceptable, no matter how enjoyable they were.

"If you were a human woman, I wouldn't be nearly as objective." Draco said accusingly. He glanced up into Bród's smirking green eyes and gulped. If Bród was a human female, he wouldn't be Bród. Draco darted away from that thought.

"Where are we going?" he asked, turning wide eyes on the front door which laid now held open. Bród started to pull him forwards and Draco dug his heels into the floor. "Not bloody likely!" the blonde snarled, "last time I went out there I was nearly molested!"

Bród regarded the smaller man for a moment, green eyes glowing slightly. Draco's eyes grew huge. "Don't you da...!"

His exclamation was cut off suddenly as Bród swept an arm beneath his legs and lifted him, following the others from the house.

Draco growled in frustration. "This is not a sufficient way to earn my trust." Bród grinned in response to his angry retorts as they walked down the hall towards the Alien Village, as Draco had dubbed it. The sky was a deep purple and when Draco saw how full the centre was, he blushed in embarrassment and demanded to be put down.

Bród complied, most likely due to the yank Draco had given one of the aliens' braids. The blonde straightened his tunic, disgruntled, and turned to survey the area.

The aliens were dressed in similar clothing, a variety of bright colours and silks. The stalls had been moved to one end of the hall and blankets littered the stone floor, some already occupied by men and laughing children. A large mound of stick and leaved was piled behind a low, circular wall in the centre. Draco clucked his tongue softly. What was going on here?

An exclamation of delight sounded to one side and he turned to see Bród embracing someone. As Bród reared back slightly, still holding the other person, Draco saw a pair of white wings and the sweetest face he'd ever come across on a man.

The new alien had golden yes and an unnecessary amount of golden curls littered with tiny gems. Those soft eyes turned to see Draco and the man exclaimed, talking to Bród excitedly. Bród glanced back at the smaller man and beckoned forward.

As Draco moved towards the pair, Bród moved away and Draco froze, incredulous gaze fixated on the stranger's abdomen. He yelped.

"Is that a pregnant man?"

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Bród frowned as Draco continued to chatter, gesturing at Col's stomach with hue eyes.

Bród grimaced at his cousin. "Sorry, Col, he tends to get bouts of excitement. I don't know what's brought this on." Col chuckled. "It's quite alright, Bród," he waved a hand absently before laying it on his rounded stomach. "When Darr told Ahha about the whole thing, I didn't believe it! Trust you to find and rescue an alien." Both men grinned, Bród keeping a wary eye on Draco as the pale man moved in, eyes fixed on his cousin's baby bump.

"I was hoping you could help with the language thing actually, Col. I know you work with the scholars at the Eolas Complex, does it sound in anyway familiar?"

Col shook his head, rubbing his bump softly. "Afraid not, cousin. Although I do know one or two of the Elders at the Aon Complex speak the Sean Teanga. They'd be your best bet." Bród sighed. "I was afraid you'd say that." He glanced at Draco who looked as though he was about to poke Col's stomach.

"What in the name of the Gods has you so fascinated?"Bród exclaimed, baffled. Col chuckled as Draco jumped guiltily. "Do you suppose it's pregnancy he's odd about? Maybe his people have a less defined bump?" Col smirked as he took Draco's hand and pressed it against his bump, where his baby was currently kicking.

"It's possible. He doesn't have wings and I can't find other distinctions to mark him as either a breeder or a sire. His biology baffles me." Bród shrugged as he watched Draco's eyes light up in astonishment, mouth slack. He grinned. "He likes you, Col."

Bród urged the pair forwards towards the family, sitting Draco beside himself though the man's eyes remained on Col. The dark haired man grinned and shook his head, accepting the Alo berried Ciúin handed him with a smirk.

"Last time I ate these I ended up stuck in the corner of the front room ceiling for an hour, fully convinced I could sleep hanging from a beam." He grimaced, smiling ruefully at his Mawha's snort of laughter.

Aoibh popped a berry between his own lips before squirting the juice of another into Draco's open mouth. The blonde spluttered, licking his lips and scowling as Spraoí handed him a bunch. Bród frowned. "Are you sure he should be eating those? We don't know if getting drunk is healthy for him."

Láid smacked Bród's back lightly. "Stop worrying. The little deserves to wind down."

Bród grinned and turned to the front as the Head Chief made his way to the burning pit, torch in hand. He gave his welcome speech, bowing formally to Bród's Ahha and retelling their story of creation. A story of fire and the breath of the God's. It was a story Bród painfully wished for Draco to understand.

The Chief paused before lighting the fire, amber eyes bright. "I'd just like to welcome our newest family member. Though his visit was unplanned and unexpected, may he find the peace on our world which he could not find on his own. Fáilte Draco." The gathering repeated the welcome and the blonde paused in his eating, eyes wary. He glanced at the Chief with suspicious eyes as the large man threw the torch into the mound which erupted in yellow-green flames.

Draco looked terrified for a moment before the music began and people rose to start dancing. He relaxed visibly, puffing out his cheeks as he exhaled and popping another berry into his mouth.

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Draco grinned. For a moment there he thought he was going to be thrown into the fire as a sacrifice. But people were dancing and chattering and Ciúin was handing him more of those mouth-watering berries. He was at a party!

He snickered at his own stupidity and tossed back more of the fruit. The berries were amazing. So amazing, in fact, they were making his thoughts blur in a relaxed haze and his eyes lose focus. Bród looked down at him and chuckled deeply. Draco beamed at him. "you're not so bad, brute. Very pretty for a boy. It's a pity you're so tall, I'd love to bend you over and..."

Draco clamped a hand over his mouth, eyes widening. What was he saying? He giggled. "It's a good thing you have no idea what I'm saying. You'd be horribly offended, Pretty boy."

Bród smiled sweetly, carting a hand through Draco's white hair. The blonde's eyes swivelled around the group, noticing that the pregnant man was being twirled by a man with butter-yellow hair and blue wings. Draco giggled again. "A pregnant man," he sighed, "what next?"

He tried to look over the crowd and fell to one side, leaning against Bród for support. The taller man hummed softly before he pulled Draco to his feet and spun him around. Draco's legs betrayed him and he fell with a small "oof" against Bród's torso. He licked his lips. "Okay," Draco breathed, looking up into Bród's laughing face, "maybe I like your height. Tell you what, you can just bend me over."

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Hourse later Aoibh snickered as he watched Bród stumble against the doorframe, the singing form of Draco clutched in his arms.

The little one had burst into song after a few too many Alo berries, much to the amusement of everyone at the Féile. Perhaps they had been a tad too strong for him...

"Where'sh Cyooon?" Spraoí slurred drunkenly, offering a quick "shorry" to his Ahha when he walked into him.

"No doubt in a bush somewhere with Láid." Aoibh snickered, pulling his brother's braid around his own neck like a scarf.

Bród walked to his room to the sounds of his Mawha sending the twins to bed and Draco humming softly in his ear. He dropped Draco onto the bed, stripping the smaller man and himself swiftly. "Pretty voice," he murmured, sliding in beside the blonde. "Goodnight Draco."

What he did not expect was the little one to stroke one small, slim hand down his chest and kiss his cheek.

Bród stiffened as the small hand travelled lower, sinfully smooth and cool against his darker skin. Bród caught the man's hand and darted a look sideways. "You're not in your right mind, sweetheart." Bród said in a strained voice.

Draco leaned across slowly and caught the pointed tip of Bród's ear between his teeth. Patience snapping, the dark-haired man growled low in his throat and spun the small man onto his back, pinning Draco's pale body with his own.

"Draco," Bród panted, "please go to sleep."

Draco moaned breathily and bucked his hips against Bród's. The taller man cursed, capturing Draco's pink lips with his own and slipping a hand between them to fondle Draco.

The white-haired man moaned against Bród's mouth and parted his thighs invitingly. Bród keened softly in his throat. This was new. Being a breeder, he'd never had the opportunity to be on the 'giving' end before.

He stroked Draco's opening, gasping at the wanton cry Draco gave in response. Bród kissed the pale man's mouth hungrily. "I promise I won't hurt you, sweetheart." Draco stared intently back, tri-coloured eyes glassy.

"Bród..."

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Eolas: knowledge [oh-less]

Sean Teanga: old language [shan t-yang-gah]

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