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The Dracken Prince	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Tom Views: 12519 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 19
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, the universe, or anything you recognize here. My take on Drackens should be unique, but it is also a borrowed concept. I make no money from this, and do not endorse anything you may see herein.

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Harry woke and stretched, feeling Tom at his back, one arm draped over his waist. He wriggled a bit, smile growing as he heard a pleased hum behind him and felt the hand creeping around to cup him.

Harry turned around and kissed Tom, the hand staying where it was and ending up on his ass. “I’m getting in the shower.” He said. “You should join me.”

He got up and the prosthetics he still hadn’t removed since last night fell off, slipping out of the teddy and to the floor. He laughed. “Dropped my tits.” He said lightly. “I’ll just leave these here.” He set them on the end of the bed and shed the teddy as he headed toward the bathroom.

He heard bedcovers rustling as Tom fought to get out of bed, then a thump and a grunt as he fell to the floor. He hid his smile as he walked into the bathroom, turning on the water and smiling at Zephyr, who had followed him.

*Your mate is clumsy.* The drackling remarked.

*He hasn’t had a chance to shower with me yet. He is excited.* Harry said, amused.

Tom came in and Harry stepped into the shower. Zephyr followed, and so did Tom.

Tom took the drackling in his hands and deposited him gently outside of the water-repelling charm. “You stay out there. This is my time with Harrison.”

*Hey!* Zephyr flew back in, and Harry sighed.

*Zeph, you can shower with me when Tom is not there. He hasn’t shared a shower yet, you have. Let him have this one, okay?* Harry asked.

*Oh, alright.* Zephyr went and curled up on the sink, watching them with his head resting on his tail.

Tom wrapped his arms around Harry. “Wings.” He said, nuzzling Harry’s neck.

“Please.” Harry said.

“Pretty please?” Tom purred.

Harry smiled and let his wings emerge, along with his other traits, and Tom turned him around and began to rub them as the water slid over them. “You’re absolutely gorgeous!” He purred.

Harry chuckled. “Flattery will get you into my pants, I can assure you.” He teased.

Tom hummed and pressed himself bodily against Harry’s back, hands sliding down to rest on his hips, and he began rocking himself against Harry’s ass.

“Not right now, though, I am a little sore from last night.” Harry added.

“Ah. I’m sorry.” Tom stopped his motions.

“I didn’t say stop, just do not enter.” Harry added. “You can rub off on me if you want, I was liking that part just fine.”

“Oh, good, because so was I!” Tom said, then began rocking against him enthusiastically.

Harry began to move with him, and asked, “Are you just going to hold my hips, or do you plan to give me a hand anytime soon?”

Tom chuckled and reached around to stroke his Dracken’s cock. “I didn’t know just how into this you wanted to be.” He teased.

“I enjoy your pleasure, love, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to come, too. Drackens know when their mate is being stingy, and we aren’t generally very forgiving about sex being withheld. Word of advice:” He paused as a pleasured shiver wracked him momentarily, “don’t play with fire.” He finished.

Tom was glad Harry couldn’t see him, because the way his eyebrows hit his hairline at that remark probably would have landed him in the proverbial doghouse for a month. “I see. I’ll keep that in mind.”

Harry came first, relaxing against Tom as the man gripped his hips hard and began furiously rutting against Harry’s ass.

*Come for me.* Harry said, and Tom wailed as he came.

“There. If Mulciber heard that, he’ll get entirely the wrong idea.” Harry said in satisfaction.

Tom groaned. “You are awful.” He muttered as he began to shampoo Harry’s hair.

Harry smiled. “Yes. Wash me and I’ll do you after. Then we need to eat.”

Tom chuckled. “So bossy.” He teased.

“Enjoy it, because you can’t have me any other way.” Harry shot back. “Comes as a package deal now, Harry the bossy sub. Now with wings and tail!” He wrapped his tail around one of Tom’s legs and the man reached down to stroke it.

“I happen to like your tail.” He leered at Harry’s ass. “Both of them.” He added.

Harry laughed. “Alright, finish washing.” He turned around.

Tom washed him quickly, then handed over the cloth.

Harry smelled his shampoo and soap, and wrinkled his nose before leaning in and sniffing Tom. “Hm. After the wedding, you are coming over and we are spending a day in Dad’s lab while he is busy with his new husbands.” He declared.

“Why?” Tom asked, smelling himself. He didn’t smell anything. “What’s wrong?”

Harry held up the shampoo. “This smells fruity.” He said, before holding up the soap. “This is musky. Together they are awful, and neither one compliments your natural scent markers in any way.”

“I don’t have scent markers.” Tom muttered, put-out.

“You do.” Harry countered, pouring some shampoo into his hand. “They are only discernible to other creatures or those with highly developed sense of smell, like Dad’s.”

Tom frowned. “So why didn’t he tell me I smelled bad?” He asked darkly.

Harry grinned as he washed Tom’s hair thoroughly. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but my Dad never had a habit of walking up to you and sniffing you, did he?”

“Well, no, that would be weird.” Tom admitted.

“There you have it, then; he was never close enough to you to tell what your natural scent was. He didn’t know.” Harry told him. “But it’s highly apparent to creatures, like myself, and I don’t like this soap and shampoo together, separately, or on you full stop, so I will be making you a new one. One that amplifies and complements your natural scent. You will be irresistible.” Harry said.

Tom grinned. “I like the sound of that!” He said enthusiastically.

Harry dug his claws into Tom enough to cut him, but they would barely bleed, and Tom winced as Harry added, “You will also be faithful!” In an extremely jealous tone.

“I would never stray.” Tom added in a small voice.

“If you did, you wouldn’t survive it.” Harry said lightly, pulling his hand back and continuing to wash his mate.

Tom sighed. “No, I probably wouldn’t.” He agreed, rubbing at the tiny marks. “Are Drackens always this vicious?”

“Some are better, some are worse. Subs tend toward the more demanding, from what Merlin has noticed. Personally, I think I’m showing great restraint.” Harry told him.

When Tom shot him a disbelieving look, Harry added, “Drackens are within their rights to brand their mates, did you know?” in a conversational tone.

Tom paled dramatically. “I’m glad you’re not going to.”

“I’m sure you are.” Harry agreed. “And I will continue to dismiss the idea unless you stray. If you do, your arse will bear a permanent mark of ownership, because I don’t share.”

Tom swallowed as Harry finished cleaning him. “Duly noted, I am only yours.”

Harry smiled. “Good. Now, rinse and we will go find breakfast.”

They quickly dried and headed downstairs, Harry leaving his Dracken parts displayed proudly and Zephyr perched on his shoulder.

They entered the dining room and Mulciber looked up and paled. “You are a Dracken!” He breathed in horrified fascination. If Harrison Prince truly was a Dracken, he was stronger than his Lord, and that made him a threat. The only way to neutralise that threat was to break them up, but he also had to make it look like it was their decision to end things. It would be risky, but there were ways.

Harry turned and glanced at a wing. “Oh, would you look at that? I hadn’t noticed!” He said, sarcasm dripping from every syllable.

“And your mate...?” Mulciber gently prodded.

“Is being good for me.” Harry told him, patting Tom’s hand. “I feel like steak and eggs today, love. And some bacon for Zephyr.”

Mulciber scowled at the flippant way Harry spoke of his hold over his Lord—his once-proud Lord now forced into submission to a schoolboy who did not deserve the place of power he held. As well as the innate power he was displaying so wantonly.

Tom smiled and ordered breakfast for both of them, and gritted his teeth as Zephyr noticed Harry’s steak and began discussing it with him.

Harry scowled and said something to his drackling before cutting off three small pieces of steak and adding it and a few bits of egg to Zephyr’s plate of bacon before taking one of the strips for himself. “Opportunistic little bugger.” He muttered.

Zephyr said something, and Harry’s look softened and he replied softly.

“Well, at least he’s polite.” He added, then began eating.

Tom watched Mulciber watching him, the man’s eyes flicking from him to Harry every few minutes, where they would linger as if he was considering something.

Mulciber decided the best way to force them apart—perhaps the only way—would be to dose both of them with love potions geared to other people. He could easily enlist the help of one of his compatriots’ children in dosing them while both were at Hogwarts, as the new bond would require them to share housing for a year. They could not be separated for more than a few days at a time.

It was a tense meal, but Harry seemed unbothered, and Tom had to admire what was either impressive confidence or a total lack of observational skill.

After they had eaten and were nursing cups of tea Harry spoke to Tom. “At the wedding are you going to dance with me?”

Tom chuckled. “Do you want me to?”

Harry snorted. “Your choices are me, no one, or a brand on your arse. You can pick.” He said lightly, sipping at his tea as his eyes smiled at Tom over the rim.

Mulciber was watching the interplay with narrowed eyes, and Tom thought he caught a glint of disapproval within them, especially at the easy mention of Harry possibly branding him.

“I suppose I am left with no recourse but to dance with you. Such an awful imposition.” Tom replied in good humour.

Mulciber held in the growl that wanted to escape. ‘You will be free of this disgraceful situation soon, My Lord. I swear it.’ He vowed silently. He could do this. The alternative was not to be borne.

“What colour are you planning on wearing?” Harry asked, a wide smile on his face. “Are you going to be in lavender to match me?”

Tom made a face. “No. I actually went and bought my dress robes earlier today, since I wanted a different set than the ones I originally had.”

“Why did you change your mind?” He asked curiously.

Tom chuckled and traced Harry’s lips with a finger. “Because, my little Prince, I wanted to match your glorious wings. Since you will be displaying them, I have gone and bought dress robes the exact shade of your Dracken form. It is a few shades darker than your dragon form, but I assumed there would be a difference; there usually is.” He smiled warmly, while at the other side of the table Mulciber’s blood boiled. “I do so love you.” He added.

Harry nipped at the finger. “I have to go home now, love. Come with me and help me gather my things.”

It wasn’t a request, and Mulciber watched his Lord comply with the easily-given command. ‘I will save you, My Lord. Just give me some time, and do not hate me when I free you and remove this new threat from your life. We do not need a Dracken around; the risk is simply far too great. One misstep and he would easily kill you.’

Harry and Tom went up the stairs and Harry was already deciding what was getting left there. His teddy would stay. The prosthetics had to come home; they were his only set.

But he wouldn’t be staying in Prince Manor much until his father relented and let Tom share his bedroom on a more permanent basis.

Being without Tom caused him too much stress. Something had to give.
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