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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 Eight:

Draco's eyes snapped open.

The room was doused in velvety black shadows and nothing stirred. Something had woken him.

He gasped fitfully as memories of the spaceship pounded his brain, Lander's mocking tones almost as unbearable as the organ-shaking pressure he had endured.

"Twenty-four hours... back home."

Draco let out a startled sob as the thought settled like a cannonball in his sluggish mind. He'd been here far longer than a day. He let out a shrill cry of frustration, how could he not have remembered until now? The ship had left! It was gone without him! He was stuck, trapped here... with the aliens.

He cried out in anger, blinking rapidly as the shadowy form beside him moved suddenly. The shape embraced him with smooth arms, murmuring soothing, nonsensical words against Draco's hair. Partially lost in the sleep-addled confusion of his mind, Draco let himself fall against soft skin and the subtle smell of smoke and musk. He gasped against the person, trying to sort his thoughts when he heard Bród's quiet voice speak his name.

Draco came to his senses with a look of genuine horror, his memory of last night returning in blurs of tossed sheets, grinding bodies and breathy moans. His moans!

Draco shrieked and pushed away from the man he'd obviously had sex with. "You brute!" he howled "you got me drunk and took advantage of me!"

Legs caught up in the sheets, Draco gave a startled squeak as he fell off the bed in an attempt to get away. He groaned, pain spiking up his lower back in an unfamiliar way. A very unfamiliar way.

Bród's chuckling form leaned over the bed to look down at him, eyes glowing brightly in the darkness. He offered a hand to the smaller man.

"No! This is your fault!" Draco growled, even as his cheeks flushed as he vividly recalled molesting the winged-beast in the first place. He got to his knees, groaning painfully. Bród regarded him with smiling eyes.

Draco watched the alien, a weight of utter defeat settling over his mind. The ship had left. His only way home was gone and he'd been too preoccupied trying to seduce this alien to realise it. Draco sighed wearily. Dropping his face into his hands. He'd never see his parents again.

Not that it had been a likely possibility back on Earth, but now, there was no chance. He jumped as slender arms wrapped around him comfortingly. Bród hummed softly and Draco leaned back against the embrace with a mournful sigh. "I hope you don't up and vanish too, you brute." He said tiredly "that seems to be happening to me quite alot."

Body sagging in defeat, Draco let himself be held by the humming alien, not even caring when tears fell down his cheeks. The pain in his backside receded slightly and Draco smirked despite his sombre mood. He chuckled. "Only an alien would have I, Draco Malfoy, begging for sex like a tart. I really hope I was right and you're the type that gets pregnant and not impregnates, Bród. With this world, I'd rather not take my chances."

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Ciúin regarded Draco at the morning meal curiously.

"Why does he seem so subdued?" the red-head asked. Bród watched Draco eat a slice of sweet-bread half-heartedly, one pale hand stroking his lower back. He winced.

"Perhaps he's tired." Aoibh leered at the little man, eyes still hazy from the Alo Berries still in his system. Bród's eyes darkened and he glared at the other male. Just because Aoibh was smaller and more slender than he did not mean he was averse to punching the younger man.

Ciúin frowned in confusion. "Why would he be tired? He's just after waking up."

"Because Bród kept him up half the night f..."

Aoibh's smug announcement was cut off with a yelp as his twin pinched his thigh under the table. "No need to be crude." Spraoí smirked, green eyes landing on Bród and far too bright. "I can honestly say, brother, in all my years of rooming beside you I have never heard such interesting noises before."

Ciúin caught on quickly and gaped at Bród with wide eyes. "You didn't?" he exclaimed, staring at Draco openly. The pale man grumbled darkly at the attention and scooted away, wincing at the discomfort the action must have caused.

Láid gave a startled laugh. "You were not the receiver? I wouldn't have thought you were one to experiment, Bród." The blue-haired man chuckled darkly. Bród growled and his wings snapped in warning, causing Draco to eye him warily.

"It wasn't experimentation, I went on instinct. Draco seemed to know exactly what was natural for him and so I went with that." He snapped, heat rising against his chest. Ciúin snorted before clapping a hand over his mouth, eyes wide. "Oh! No no, I didn't mean to laugh!" he exclaimed, lips quivering. "I didn't think you'd have it in you to be a giver... you're so... traditional."

Aoibh laughed wickedly and Bród glared at them all before sighing. "It wasn't as though I was trading roles purely as a sexual kink. Draco's small, for all we know that could be an indication that he is a receiver on his planet." Bród shrugged.

"What if he is a breeder?" Ciúin asked warily, eyeing the blonde curiously. The dark-haired man shook his head. "I very much doubt it, his...er... opening didn't lubricate. I had to use oils." Láid regarded the small man with open confusion. "How odd." He murmured. Ciúin nodded, "I can't grasp how his people's biology works at all. If Draco is a sire and simply inclined to receiving, it could mean he has a one-sided preference. He probably doesn't understand that your white wings define you as a breeder, Bród. On an off-note if he is a sire, his species' breeders must be very fragile creatures indeed."

Aoibh's eyes glinted maliciously.

"Bród?" he asked innocently, causing the other man's wings to freeze in suspicion.

"You don't suppose Draco could impregnate you, if he is a sire?"

Spraoí snorted into his food, barely avoiding choking on the piece in his mouth as he let out a laugh. "oh!" he wheezed "Could you imagine Bród waddling around with a baby bump and itsey-bitsey over there being the Ahha! That's brilliant!" The group of men snickered at the image as Bród scowled and shifted closer to Draco who was muttering in confusion and annoyance. As the chuckles died down Ciúín sobered. "It might be time to take him to the Aon Complex," he suggested softly, ignoring Aoibh's snort of contempt. "They might know more about his people."

Bród puffed his cheeks out in exasperation. "Alright," he sighed, "but if they start talking to ghosts, I'm leaving."
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