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traintracksTitle: Charlie Weasley's Fuck Autobiography
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Pairings: permutations of Charlie/Harry/Draco/Teddy, (Harry/Draco, Charlie/Teddy), past Teddy/Victoire, *Bill/Charlie, reference to Bill/Fleur* [highlight to read]
Rating: NC-17 (quite)
Words: 14,500 (in two parts)
Summary: Charlie doesn't think that this is his Fuck Autobiography. But it so is.
Content: threesome/moresome sex, Daddy!kink (between Charlie and Teddy), godfather/godson, passing Teddy around like THE best sex toy ever, bottom!Draco, Top!Draco, a LOT of come, some mild D/s, brief and mild whipping, cousincest, anal sex with no prep, *incest, infidelity* [highlight to read]
A/N: Thank you a million times to my AMAZING beta and cheerleader,tamlane and also to elrhiarhodan who read and supported and gave confidence. Love you, ladies! Also, thank you to everyone on my flist who expressed interest in reading this! <3
I'm not a hard man. I was raised by a man with a good heart, an open mind, a cluttered shed, and a kind soul. If anything, my soft-around-the-edges mum was the harsh one, and then only sometimes. Only when we deserved it.
But just because I'm not hard, doesn't mean I'm not tough. I've been tough since I used to get pushed around in primary school for being queer. I couldn't use magic, so I used my fists. I used my words. I got my point across. Not that I wasn't a pouf. I was and am. But that I'd flay anyone who sneered at me about it.
And then there was Bill. But let's get to him later, shall we?
This isn't a life story. This isn't Charlie Weasley's Fuck Autobiography. Let's just say, I started young and kept at it. There were plenty of bicurious blokes at Hogwarts and a handful of queers. I was the star of the Quidditch team; I didn't have any troubles.
And dragon-handling seems to lure its own class of prime cock. You can bet I took advantage of all the arse on tap when I first got here. But since I took over? Since it's been me in charge? Well, it changes things.
I'm far too busy to carouse all over the village, for one. Everything's about the dragons. When they wake, what they eat, how they fly, who's hurt, who's pregnant, who's cranky (read: homicidal), who needs some extra TLC, which witch or wizard's going to work what shifts, this repair that needs done, THAT repair that needs done, who's complaining about who now, why the cook needs to be sacked, why the cook needs a raise, who's on security detail, who's on the night shift, how the payroll got cocked up, who's on holiday this week, who's getting a divorce and can't stop weeping in the loo, who farted in the pen THIS time… It's exhausting. A man can get to where he's too tired to fuck his own fist, much less a pretty bloke's cunt half the night like they all expect.
So when Harry Potter showed up -- having trained already up in Ireland with his mates, Seamus and Dean -- looking for some responsibility and giving me the eye straight off, well… I dragged him off to bed that first weekend after showing him the ropes, and he's been a fixture there ever since.
Harry and I are different in ways that are good for the work. I use my body and my voice. I can hold out a hand and murmur in my throat to a Welsh Green and have her rolling on her back for tummy rubs in moments. Harry uses his magic. And fuck he's got the magic, that Harry Potter. He can do anything with it, and I do mean anything.
But when it comes right down to it, Harry and I are a lot alike, too. The sex has always been satisfying, but there was never really any mystery to it. We fuck like a couple of dragon-wranglers – dirty, to the point, cocks out, a little bit of slapping, vying for position, some drunk laughing, but then once I've got him pinned and I slide it home, we're all grunting, sweating, done with words and magic and everything but that perfect syncopation.
Harry's my right-hand-man in the pen. He's got a power all his own. He can take me, you know? And I like that.
I like Harry. Sex with him is explosive and real.
But I didn't really feel like I was getting all of him.
Not until Draco Malfoy came calling.
Malfoy… Merlin, he's a piece of work. I don't know what I'd do with him except hog-tie him every night if it weren't for Harry. Harry works him like a Chinese Fireball, and he's had to.
Draco Malfoy. Jesus Fucking Christ.
He shows up in the middle of summer in a suit for fuck's sake. He's applying for the open position of bookkeeper. He's studied Arithmancy extensively since being pardoned by the Wizengamot. 'Extensively'. That's his word, the bloody little uptight tosser. I took one look at his resume and rolled my eyes. I was going to ball it up, but then Harry had to go and walk into the room.
And shit if there weren't sparks flying off the both of them.
"Malfoy."
"Potter."
I took one look at the two of them glaring hate sex at each other and hired Draco on the spot.
It took a month for Harry to lure him in. I should say, Harry took his sweet bloody time. On purpose. Probably just because he likes the way I get hard watching him woo Malfoy with barbs and bickering.
Harry began with annoying physical closeness. It was like watching someone try to bathe a cat. Malfoy bristling and edging away only to somehow find that he'd been cornered by Harry somewhere, unable to escape without drawing his wand, and maybe not even then. Harry just loooooved pushing himself into Draco's space until Draco was practically spitting with affrontedness.
Then Harry would cast a shit-eating smile my direction, and I'd have to just walk away laughing. It wouldn't have been quite so funny if Malfoy hadn't gotten a giant erection every single time Harry cornered him.
And now that they've been fucking for nearly a year, well… Let's just say Draco doesn't seem to be quite so adversely affected by Harry's annoyance tactics. More often than not I have to stop them groping openly in front of the dragons. The Vipertooths especially are skiddish with that stuff.
They're schoolboys during the day -- "Tosser." "Prat." "Insufferable git." "Nutter." -- but that changes at night now. Harry takes such good care of Draco. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't proud of that fact. When I relax with a whiskey and watch Harry whip him, for instance, he never goes too far. Draco never safe-words. I thought it'd be 'Marmalade, marmalade, marmalade!' echoing through the night, but I was wrong.
Harry handles him. He soothes him. When Draco breathes fire, Harry flings it right back on the tip of his whip. When Draco relaxes, quaking with want, Harry touches him, shushes him, uses his mouth on him, whispers things I can't hear.
And when I stand up and walk over and get them both down on the ground and guide Harry's cock to Draco's twitching arsehole, Draco is always close to coming, always docile as milk, always deep deep down and ready.
So when I fuck Harry into him, the locks all click, the magic lines up, and "Ooooh shit yeah. Fuck that little bitch, Harry," comes groaning out of my mouth, and fucking Harry fucking Malfoy is honestly mother fucking transcendent as hell.
Not that I don't kick Harry out of there for a taste of Malfoy's arse myself. Harry will have loosened him up, rocked him close. So I go in him like I'm straight out of Azkaban and starved for it, my cock a red piston, firing in and out of him, and his legs pull back for it, into his fuzzy armpits, his face twisting into something that looks like pain, the noises coming out of him feral and sweet.
That's when Harry takes his mouth, straddling his head and fucking him as fast as I'm doing his arse, and watching it almost does me right in. I tickle Harry's arsehole with my finger until he stills just long enough for me to breach, then we go again, so fast the floorboards are creaking and whining like we're going to plummet into the downstairs flat any moment.
Draco comes first, screaming around Harry's thick plug of a cock and painting my stomach with sticky white ribbons. His arse rippling around me is too much. I fill him up, pumping it hard and deep inside.
Harry has become a mindless fuck machine, striving down into Draco's mouth until I see spit drooling out and he's probably crying.
"Harry," I say. He stops immediately. "C'mere," I call. He withdraws slowly, and Draco licks and sucks at it as he leaves. Harry falls back against my chest, and I hold him. "Open your sopping hole, Malfoy," I instruct. Draco whines, but he pulls his legs open so hard he's shaking. I take Harry's well-tongued cock in my hand and stroke him, aiming for Draco's cunt.
"Charlie," Harry breathes. "Shit."
"I know."
Draco raises his head to watch, hungry eyes all over Harry's cock, my hand on it, so ready.
"Look at him wanting it," I tell Harry. And it's when their eyes meet that it happens. That's when it always happens.
Like I said, sparks.
Harry handles the aftercare, wrapping his arm around Draco and leading him off to the bedroom while I head out to handle the night's first emergency, which is really just a malfunctioning lock charm on Stella's paddock. Which is not an emergency being that she's an elderly dragon and sleeps eighteen hours of every day anyway and is snoring so loudly when I arrive that it's obvious she has no idea she could be out on a joyride around Romania and beyond.
But I fix the lock, scrub Stella behind her right ear until she snorts, bats her eyes at me, belches a column of smoke, and goes back to sleep, then I head back home.
"Mr. C," calls York from the doors of the mess hall, running up to me. "Mr. C!"
"Yeah." I turn on a sigh. I just want to smoke a fag and go to sleep.
"Mr. C, I was just wondering where the new fellow's to be bunking." He looks at a chart he's carrying around. "I thought with Matansky and Burrows, but there's that leak in their roof, so they've had to move in with Janus. What about that little room below your place?" He scratches his neck nervously.
"He's coming in tomorrow you say?" I feel a bit off. Sex usually clears my head, but tonight I feel too relaxed. I hadn't planned on thinking after all that buggering, you know?
"Did Mr. Potter not tell you?" York asks, now extremely nervous. The last thing he wants to do is question me or Harry.
"Yeah. Yeah, he did." I wipe my hands over my face. They still smell like "Mr. Potter's" spunk. "I just forgot. Yeah, that room ought to do the trick." I start to walk away but turn back, walking backwards as I yell, "But do me a favor, would you, and have Riggins Engorgio and Scourgify it really good first?"
"Right!" York yells, having a Quick Quill scribble his notes for him. "Right away, Mr. C! Only the best for Mr. Potter's nephew!"
But I've already turned, and I'm dragging my exhausted arse back home, too tired to correct him.
When I return, Draco's come out of subspace, and I hear them snarking back in the master. One particularly snide epithet is followed by Harry's laugh, though, so I don't deem it anything I should intervene on.
I grab my pack of Merlins and take them out on the veranda overlooking the deep valley below where we train the new ones. It's empty in the indigo night, the nearly full moon throwing tall tree shadows over the waving grasses. I light my fag, drag deep, and exhale up to the stars, watching the white smoke dissipate on the breeze. I lean on the railing and feel his presence behind me.
"May I join you?"
"I don't know, you get Malfoy all tucked in?"
"Bath," Harry explains, and his arms wrap around my middle, his chin coming to rest on my shoulder.
"He's coming tomorrow," I say.
"He comes every night," Harry scoffs, misunderstanding. "I don't think we need to schedule it."
I chuff a laugh and tap off the ash. "No. Your godson."
"Oh," Harry says. He takes my fag and draws on it, a rare indulgence for him. "Brat didn't owl me."
"I'm giving him Nott's old room."
"That closet? Oh, he'll love that."
"He's new. That's how it goes." I take the fag back and watch the smoke trail over my shoulder from Harry's lips. "Still think he can hack it?"
"The dragons? Absolutely."
"How about the hierarchy?"
Harry snorts. He kisses my neck briefly and then starts to head back inside. "We'll see."
He's standing in the field, arms crossed, wand in hand, all in leather. Everyone came out for this one. Regular work has ground to a halt. When word gets out that a new dragon-wrangler is coming to the ranch, it's reason enough to put everything on hold and see the show. Every straight witch that works for me looks like she's on love potion, though, and half the men do, too. The lesbians look ready to take him home and groom him. The exclusively straight guys cough uncomfortably. I can only roll my eyes. Harry's are squinted.
"What do you think?" I ask him.
Harry takes a breath, thinks. "Give him Claudette," he says.
I can't help but laugh in disbelief. "I wasn't aware you wanted him dead, Harry."
He doesn't even look at me, doesn't crack a smile. His eyes are on Teddy standing there like he could wait for Hell to freeze if he had to. "Give him Claudette," Harry says again.
I sigh and shrug. What Harry wants, Harry tends to get. "Bring out Claudette!" I yell, and a hush falls over the group, followed by murmurs of disbelief.
A kinetic silence falls on the hillside and the valley, an unnatural waiting. Teddy Lupin slowly uncrosses his arms. The quiet vibrates once. It vibrates again. Just very slightly. I can feel it in the arches of my feet and deep within my chest. The silence returns, thick and ringing.
Then there is a deafening shrieking roar, and flames roll out onto the valley from above the tree line. Everyone but Harry, myself, and Teddy ducks, and some scream. Teddy lifts his wand, and something like a Patronus shield form, but shiny black, erupts from his wand, shielding him from the fire until Claudette has soared over him and then lifted her nose into the sky.
Teddy turns and watches her. To my surprise, he holsters his wand.
"What's going on?" Draco's voice comes from behind us. "I was doing the numbers and it sounded like the ranch was under attack."
"It is," I tell him.
Harry just motions for him to stand beside him, not taking his eyes off the field. "It's Teddy," he tells Malfoy.
"Oh."
Draco sidles up next to Harry, and his eyes go round as he, too, watches the dragon circle back around.
"Is that…Claudette?" he asks. "Are you people mad?"
Now Harry smiles. "Just watch."
Teddy stands in the middle of the valley, no cover within a hundred meters in any direction while the rest of us shelter behind shields just inside the trees. The dragon folds back her wings and dives for him, her jaws opening. Teddy opens his arms, not passively but ready for something like a bar brawl. It's not even something I would attempt, and Claudette just almost doesn't hate me. My hand goes to my wand as a reflex. I doubt I could get a good spell off in time. Harry could, but his hand is nowhere near his wand.
"Harry…" I start when I feel sure she's going to roast him.
"Wait."
I let the comment go and file it away under 'Punish Later'. I'm too raptly invested in what's happening on the field.
Claudette lets fly a huge fireball, but the shield I wasn't even aware was still there deflects it easily. Everyone gasps. And as Claudette passes, I see her tail whip back behind her and come slashing down in a fast arc.
This time Teddy doesn't even try to shield. His hands are ready, though, and as the tail aims for his midsection, he jumps, landing on it instead and holding on tight. The crowd erupts in cheering as both dragon and wizard soar over their heads, disappearing over the tree tops, Claudette roaring bitterly as she flies away.
I can't see them now. No one can. I can hear the dragon's bellowing, her wings thwacking the air, and the sounds grow distant.
People are craning their necks, shielding their eyes from the pale sun, murmuring excitedly, worriedly. I look at Harry. He looks at me and then Malfoy, a calm smile on his face.
Then a massive roar splits the air, and Claudette soars out over the valley with Teddy Lupin on her back, riding her.
There is a great throwing up of hands. There is cheering and clapping.
Malfoy says, "Holy shit," and Harry grabs him around the middle, tugging him back against him and watching with laughing eyes.
Teddy soars up over the far trees, and Claudette snuffs out little grey puffs of smoke. They pull a hard turn and fly low over the valley before landing in the center. Teddy dismounts, but before he acknowledges his victory in any way, I see him lean in and nuzzle Claudette, her tough scales. I see him walk up to her great head, where she is now blinking almost sedately. He leans in and speaks to her, stroking her face. She could kill him now with one easy exhale. She doesn't. She lays her head down and shuts her eyes.
"Jesus," I say.
It is then that Harry looks at me. And I think I know before he does. It feels bloody inevitable.
It's not long at all before they're fighting over him, and they don't even realize they're doing it. Well, Draco realizes, I'm sure. He's been looking at the kid like he wants to rip his trousers down in front of everyone and fuck him within an inch of Teddy's life. I'd point out that that's his cousin, but I doubt it would make the difference.
He's my niece's ex, and that sure as hell hasn't made the difference for me.
I'm the first to reprimand people for calling me a dragon-tamer. "Keeper," I will readily growl at them. But the way Teddy tamed Claudette has me thinking that's exactly what he is. He's something I've rarely seen before – like a Parselmouth but with dragons. His few weeks here have only cemented for me that he's an asset to the operation.
And that I'll have his sweet arse riding my cock before long, no doubt about it. Because as much as he seems to enjoy all the witch adulation that's aimed his way, I've seen where his own eyes linger, and it certainly isn't there.
Harry, on the other hand, is a clueless mess. He doesn't know whether he's coming or going, jealous of Draco or Teddy, feeling godfather protective or lover possessive. He has no idea that Teddy worships him and would do him in a heartbeat if he gave the okay. He has no idea about much of anything except that he's just generally pissed off with every word out of Draco's mouth lately.
I've been quite enjoying myself at their expense. There's a fight at least once a day. It's over something else. Something ridiculous. Harry generally picks the fight. But Draco is always ready to stand off against him, his chest out and pointy chin even pointier.
I'm prepared to let it go on as long as they need it to, so it surprises me when one day there's a knock on my office door, and it's Teddy Lupin standing there, and that's exactly what he seems to want to talk about.
"Come in," I gesture and then, instinctively, wave my hand and lock the door behind him. I don't offer him a seat. I want him to have to stand. I want to be able to let my eyes travel his body unimpeded. I definitely do not want him thinking we're in any way on equal footing. Although, to his credit, his ego doesn't seem to match his talent. He's a sweet kid, although with a nice wide Slytherin streak.
"How are you liking it here?" I ask, leaning back in my chair and letting it swivel idly back and forth, my hands clasped loosely over my stomach.
He smiles, hands behind his back. "It's a challenge," he says. "But I love it."
Love. It's been a long time since I've had a new recruit use that kind of language about the work. It's a very good sign. I won't have anybody on the ranch who doesn't love dragons, but most blokes are too afraid of getting caught in a vulnerability to say it.
I nod. "So what brings you by?"
"May I speak freely, sir?"
I swallow down what that word does to me. I've not asked him to call me that. He used to come over for family dinners, for fuck's sake. I might have become his uncle one day had he not had the bollocks to come out finally and save my niece her heart.
"Go ahead," I tell him.
He blinks for a moment, and his hair goes from its natural turquoise to something more like royal blue. I'm not sure how to interpret the change until he speaks.
"You're fucking both of them. Aren't you?"
"That's pretty free," I comment.
He blushes, but he doesn't look down. He meets my eyes, and I have to give him credit; I'm looking at him damned hard. He doesn't apologize. A fact for which I'm glad. I don't want him to. I told him to speak freely, and he did. This whole conversation is a test, and I'm starting to get a little hard. I look down his body. He's on the skinny side. There's something almost effeminate about him – the curve to his waist or the smoothness of his neck. I find myself wondering if this is his natural state or if he's enhanced himself to look more like he feels. If so, bully for him. I know if I had his abilities, I'd play a little, too. I allow my gaze to stop on his dick, held tight in those damnable leather trousers he insists on wearing. He's either hung like a giraffe or he's hard, too. Maybe both.
When I meet his eyes again, his lips are parted and his pupils dilated.
"Yeah," I finally say. "What of it?"
"I just…" he starts. He clears his throat and squares his shoulders. "Harry is my godfather and Draco is my cousin, and they seem to be fighting a lot and—"
"You're worried," I interject, pursing my lips and nodding once. "Understandable. Especially since it's over you."
He doesn't do me the discourtesy of trying to look shocked. This is not news to him. "I…didn't want to be the cause of…problems for them," he hedges so very politely. Like we're not talking about Harry and Draco wanting to fuck the living daylights out of him.
"I'm not worried about it," I tell him.
"You're not, sir?"
I let myself smile just a little bit at that one. Well-placed. Deferent. "Teddy," I say, "Fighting is their foreplay. It always has been, and it always will be."
Now he smiles almost shyly. He's aware of this, too. Interesting.
"What do you want, Lupin?" I ask. I unclasp my hands and lay them on the armrests. His eyes track the movement then meet my gaze again. So subtle, but I know we're understanding one another perfectly.
He takes one step forward.
"Unh unh," I say, flicking the back of one finger at him to tell him to step back again. He does. I consider him for a moment, look him up and down once more. There's only one way for this to go. "Strip," I tell him.
And I don't know if I expected some virginal appalled response or a sexual harassment suit or what, but I don't get any of that. I get the aroused fluttering of his lashes, and then his hands go to his shirt and peel it off over his head.
There are muscles under there I wasn't aware of. That or he's so good at morphing, he added them before he lifted the hem. His nipples are dark. There is no hair on his chest. I wet my bottom lip and nod for him to continue.
The trousers, boots, and socks go next, leaving him in tight, cock-hugging pants. There's a smattering of hair down his belly and over his lean thighs and calves. His ankles are bony and somehow beautiful. But I'm a bloke, so my gaze comes back to the proverbial elephant in the room.
The kid's packing.
"I believe I said strip," I say.
He inhales, takes the waistband of his pants in his hands, and then works them down hips, thighs, and then off. He stands tall again, unable to mask the way his face says he wants my approval.
Goddamn, he's got it.
It's easily nine inches, so heavy it leans off to the side and even slightly down. It's roseate, the eager head slipping out of the foreskin for me.
I say nothing, but I pick up my wand and fashion a cushion on the floor between my feet. I nod to it.
The boy kneels, his cock bobbing obscenely as he moves, then he looks up at me for permission.
"Go on then," I tell him.
He falls to it with hunger, loosening my belt, unfastening my flies, reaching in and dragging out my prick, eyes feasting on it. It twitches in his hands.
He looks up at me again.
"I'm betting you either suck cock like a virgin or a pro," I tell him. "Which is it, kid?"
He slants me a flat-out evil smile and then aims me into his mouth and slides all the way down until his face is pressed to my groin and I'm lodged in his throat.
My head falls back, and I'm gasping, momentarily undone by it. He swallows around me, squeezing down so bloody tight, huffing warm air through his nose. I look down at him. His eyes are watering, his mouth stretched open around the thick root of me.
"Shit, Teddy," I sigh on a laugh.
He pulls back only enough to look up at me, eyes innocent and dark.
"Bob your head for Daddy," I breathe, sending up a half-hearted apology to Remus wherever he may be.
But the kid doesn't even blink. Well, he does, but in a good way. He groans around my cock and then does as told, bobbing his head up and down, covering his teeth and letting his spit run out over my cock to ease the way.
"Goddamn son of a bitch," I moan, letting my hand cup the back of his head. I don't know if it's the best head I've ever gotten – both Harry and Draco are quite talented – but I think it's the easiest. There's no gagging or scraping or false-starts. Teddy's made for me. And that, in itself, is a turn on.
I pull his mouth off my cock by the hair. His mouth is sloppy red. I stand up, and he automatically scoots back. When I feed him my cock again, he's eager, all over it, whining and chasing it down, all open-mouthed animal want.
When I fit it inside, he shuts his eyes and sucks. I stroke his hair, cup his jaw. Then I take his head in both hands and I start to thrust the whole of my cock in and out of his mouth.
"You like Daddy's cock?"
He whimpers. I glance down to see that his own prick is drooling, leaving a long line of pre-come dangling from its head. For the first time, I wish one of the other two were here to suck that beast of a cock for him. Draco. Definitely. That or I want Harry to do it with magic. Teddy's humping the air now as I fuck his face, not daring to touch himself. I want Harry here to point his wand and have Teddy coming in seconds.
That thought, along with the sight of my prick stretching Teddy's mouth open over and over again, is most certainly enough, and I hold him close, trembling, and start to come. He swallows, suckling again, and I grit my teeth against crying out at how good it feels.
I stroke his pretty face and ease my cock over his tongue until I'm through. When I pull it out, he falls forward in an effort to keep sucking it.
I smile down at him and tuck myself away. I sit back down in my chair and beckon him. He stands on shaky legs.
"Turn around," I tell him, and when he does, I pull him back onto my lap. I drape one of his legs and then the other over the armrests. His head comes to lie against my shoulder on his moan. I weigh his gorgeous cock in my hand and murmur against the shell of his ear, "Say my name."
What comes out – what hitches out on his breath – is, "D-Daddy…"
Oh, this is going to be so fucking good.
Not just now, my hand milking him and his arse wiggling against my spent cock through my jeans. But this. Him and me and the easiness with which he's accepted the role. And him and me and Harry and Draco. I bloody can't wait to introduce them to my boy.
He writhes on top of me as I pull on his cock, drop my hand to fondle his bollocks gently, as I pluck at his tits hard, leaving his cock to bounce with his undulations.
He turns his face into my neck and breathes moist breaths against me. I take his cock in my hand again and let it fly. His mouth opens. He holds his breath. Then his come shoots in an arc out onto the cushion, and he's whimpering, "Daddy, Daddy, Nnnndaddy…" like he's been dying to do just that.
I thumb over the soft slit of him, rubbing his spunk over the tender head until he tries to close his legs. I let him. I'd hold him, cradle him – he's so goddamned brilliant – but we're not quite there yet.
"Up," I command and then help him stand, all wobbly and spent.
I move my chair back behind my desk and pick up my quill and parchment. He dresses once more, and I start checking off items on the list York sent me for the mess hall order. I speak to Teddy without looking up. "This has nothing to do with the work. You do your work well, you stay on. Period. No matter what. You understand?"
"Yes, sir," he says, throat scratchy from my cock bruising it.
"Draco's cooking tomorrow night. He's good at it. Come by if you want to. Eight o'clock." I look up at him.
He's buttoning his jeans when he nods.
"Good," I say. "Double check on Claudette for me before your shift's over, too, would you? She was too fussy for anyone to get near her today."
"Yes, sir," he says again. "Thank you, sir."
I quirk a smile at him. "Get out of here."
He smiles back, his sapphire eyes twinkling. "Okay, Daddy." Then he's out the door, leaving me to throb in the wake of that word and what we've suddenly become.
The next day and a half are work, work, work. I've barely even seen any of them, not even when I crashed into bed late last night. Harry had already sacked out in his own room, but Draco was up late fixing a mistake in the numbers and hadn't even dragged his arse home yet. I thought about going to his office, rubbing his neck and then ordering him into bed, but I was just too bloody knackered myself, and I think I was asleep before the sheets even got warm.
I heard Draco come in around two, quietly rummage in the kitchen, and then close the door to his own room. I had hoped he'd choose Harry's, but no such luck.
That's fine. All that shit ends tonight.
I'm finishing signing the paychecks when Padma Patil bursts into my office.
"I'm sorry, Charlie. It's Stella."
I follow her out of the room at a brisk clip and pass her on the way to the paddock.
Harry's already by the dragon's side when I arrive. He looks up at me hopelessly. His wand dangles from his hand, useless. Malfoy is outside the paddock, leaning his chin on the rail, just watching Harry, keeping a silent vigil.
"What do you need?" I ask Harry.
"I dunno," he answers.
I nod. "Patil, where's Lupin?"
"I believe he took Claudette for a test flight."
"Fuck."
But then it occurs to me. I pull my wand and produce my Patronus. The wolf explodes from my wand, looking around, teeth bared.
"Find Teddy," I tell it and then watch it run through the ranch, around a corner, and away.
I look at Harry. "Just keep her comfortable. I'll be right back."
Harry nods. He shares a look with Malfoy and then turns back to Stella, conjuring warming charms and pain-relievers. I take Padma aside, out of the paddock. "Get me all the literature you can on whatever you think this could be."
She nods and takes off at a run. She's my best researcher, and I've no doubt she'll be back with volumes. I just don't know if it will be in time.
I Accio a tarp to use as a blanket. "Malfoy," I call, and he shakes himself and moves to help me, mucking up his dress shoes and silk trousers more readily than I'd assumed he would. We drape the tarp over Stella. I crouch beside Harry. "How long have you been here?"
"I dunno," he says again. He looks haggard.
"Three hours," Draco supplies in his stead. He's standing there with his arms crossed, frowning.
"Harry, go get some tea or something. Sit down somewhere. I'll take over for you," I tell him.
"I'm not leaving her."
"Malfoy?" I start.
"Right," he says. "Tea." Then he leaves the paddock and Harry closes his eyes on a heavy sigh.
"Do you think it's just age?" Harry asks me.
"I wish I knew." I scratch at my neck and then peer into her drooping right eye. "She hasn't been spry for a long time, but I figured she had another five years to go. How does she respond to—"
I'm interrupted by Teddy striding into the paddock and stripping off his leather gloves as he goes, letting them drop to the ground. He crouches next to me, his hand going to Stella's neck straight off. He looks at her, at me, at Harry. "Hey," is all he says. He frowns and strokes her head. "Can I have a few minutes with her?"
I stand and gesture for Harry to come with me. He does so with reluctance, and we leave the paddock only to lean against the railing and watch. Malfoy returns with two cups of tea, one for Harry and one for me. Harry takes his with a not-at-all-begrudging 'thank you' and sips as Malfoy settles next to him. I notice the hand he lays on Harry's back, and I'd smile if I weren't positively stymied by Stella.
Dragons tend to die like they live, going out in a blast of fire, smoke, and honor. To die quietly is not the dragon way. Not that I've experienced at any rate.
Malfoy's hand strokes down Harry's tense back, fingers tucking securely into Harry's waistband. Harry sips his tea, watching Teddy and frowning. I watch then, too. Watch him lean in, both hands on Stella's face. Teddy closes his eyes and starts murmuring something.
"What's he doing, Charlie?" Malfoy whispers.
I shake my head slowly. "I don't know."
I'm not sure if I'm seeing things, but Teddy's hands appear to glow a soft pink. He brushes his thumbs over Stella's armored brows tenderly. He stops speaking and seems to wait for an answer. They're so still. I don't even dare breathe. The only movement is the rising of steam from two mugs and the lifting and lowering of Stella's back with her labored breath.
Five slow minutes go by, and I stand there listening to my own heart beating, tea going cold.
Finally, Teddy opens his eyes. He strokes down Stella's snout and murmurs something again. Then he stands, stretches, and turns to the three of us.
He walks over to the rail and addresses me. "She needs a trough full of firewhiskey and several buckets of burning embers. Her fire's out."
"Merlin," Harry breathes. "That's it? She's not dying?"
"No," Teddy smiles. "She says she's got ten years left. She seemed quite certain." His eyes flick to Malfoy and then settle again on me. "That's it, sir."
"Good work, Lupin," I tell him. He beams at me, beams at Harry next. Harry reaches out. He squeezes his shoulder, jostling him, and Teddy's hair goes magenta so fast, it ripples. He looks at Malfoy, blushing and then dropping his gaze.
"Harry," I say.
He turns to me, ready to spring into action, of course.
"Go home," I tell him.
His face falls.
"Malfoy, see that he gets there?"
He nods, all business.
I turn back to Teddy as Malfoy manages to half-drag Harry away. Patil has just run up as well. "You two, get a team together and bring her what she needs. Report back to me in two hours. I'll be in my office."
Patil hurries off again, but Teddy lags behind.
"What?" I say.
He blinks and steps closer. "Your Patronus," he says and stops.
I cross my arms. "What of it?"
"It's…a wolf."
"It's none of your business," I say. "Dinner at eight." Then I leave him to his task and walk away.
And it's all I can do not to think of him with every step.
When Teddy shows up at five of, he breaks up the biscuit fight in which Harry is chucking stale ones at the back of Malfoy's head while he attempts to stir his now-famous cherry sauce.
"Bloody shove it up your arse, you giant dick," Malfoy's in the middle of growling, unable to stop stirring for fear his creation will scald.
Harry's in the middle of a snicker, his arm pulled back, biscuit at the ready, when Teddy sticks his head in the door. "Hey. May I come in?"
I look up from my Prophet reading and can't help the slow smile at seeing him there, freshly showered and eager. He's got, of all things, a box of chocolates in his hands that he must have bought in the village and a bottle of wine as well. I remember how his mouth felt around my cock, and that's what I'm thinking of when his eyes light on me, and he smiles, too.
"Come in," I tell him, putting down my paper and standing. "You didn't have to." I take the chocolates and wine from him.
"I didn't know red or white, so I just went red. Hope that's okay," he says. He looks at Harry. "Hi."
"Hi," Harry says back, eyes a little wide.
"Hey, Draco," Teddy calls into the kitchen.
Malfoy peers over his shoulder at Teddy. He looks him up and down. "Red's fine," he says, still stirring.
I deposit the gifts on the counter and suffer a long, questioning look – slightly accusing – from Harry. He knows it's not innocent. He knows because he knows me. It's easier to put it off on me than to accept his own Teddy-induced erections. It's also a lot easier to blame Malfoy and project it all onto him. Harry can't do the same shit with me, and that's precisely why it has to be this way. I give Harry a pat on the arse and an it'll-be-okay wink.
"How's that coming, Malfoy?" I ask.
"Ask Potter," he spits. But then he sighs. "It's done, actually."
I wander over to leave a long, moist kiss on the side of his neck. "Looks beautiful," I tell him. Then I turn back to Harry and Teddy looking awkward as hell, like they've never been in the same room together.
This is going to be atrociously fun.
I bark, "Let's eat!"
It's delicious, but no one except Teddy is eating too much. Teddy makes up for that, though, by eating three plates-full.
"Wow, Draco, when did you learn to cook?" he says, dabbing his mouth and missing the blop of cherry sauce at the corner.
Three men shift uncomfortably in their seats. We all want to lick it off. I've kept it together all through the meal, not drinking too much, not dragging Teddy into my lap, etc. But now…God, now it's more than I can stand.
"Excuse me, Malfoy, I'm sorry," I say, interrupting his attempt to talk about cooking when I know all he wants is to drop down under the table and suck us all off. I lean over to Teddy whose eyes go a little wide. I swipe my tongue over the blob of cherry sauce, and he whimpers slightly. I take advantage and delve my tongue into his mouth.
We snog for a good minute, minute and a half. I can hear Harry and Malfoy stop breathing. I can hear it when they start again, too. Teddy's mouth is sweet and pliant and I leave it almost regretfully, licking my lips and watching his eyes slowly open again.
When I look at the other two, it's as though they've both been hexed by different spells. Malfoy looks close to coming. Harry looks like he wants to run from the room.
"Charlie, I—" Harry starts. Ah, the good godfather. He's going to coolly decline.
"Harry," I say, "you want to screw his perfect arse just like I do. If you deny it, I'm going to lose my temper."
He throws his napkin down on the table and stands. A muscle in his jaw is jumping. I lean further back in my chair.
"Who says you can just decide for all of us?" he grits out.
It's almost comical, since we had pretty much come to just that agreement. He's conveniently forgotten maybe. That or he's just projecting again.
"Not denying it then, I see," I tell him, not bothering to raise my voice.
He blinks. He blushes hot and fast. He blinks some more. He grips the edge of the table, and then his eyes land on Teddy. "I—" Harry starts. They stare at each other for long seconds. Then Harry's gaze drifts to Malfoy who is watching him keenly. Harry swallows.
To my surprise, Teddy stands next. He walks around the table until he's next to Harry. I think he's going to take his hand or hug him and decline himself, but instead he resolutely grabs Harry around the back of his head and just plants one on him.
Malfoy gasps. I think Harry does, too, but Teddy swallows it, dipping his tongue into Harry's mouth sweetly. Harry's hands come up, hover for a moment, and then take Teddy by the hips hard, hauling him close and groaning. Then Teddy's hands are in his hair, yanking while he sighs into the kiss, rubbing himself against Harry's body wantonly.
I look at Malfoy, sitting there dumbstruck. He looks at me. I nod over to Harry and Teddy in a go-on gesture. He swallows and rises, walking around the table on shaky legs. I want to palm my cock so bloody bad, but I just watch as Malfoy steps up behind Teddy, presses himself to his back, and starts to mouth over his neck. His hands slide over Harry's on Teddy's hips, and Harry gasps. The sound makes my cock jump in my jeans.
I pull my wand while they all snog and Vanish the remains of dinner. Hell, I go a step further and just get rid of the whole table.
Harry pulls out of the kiss and looks at Teddy searchingly. He looks over Teddy's shoulder at Malfoy, who manages to grin even while biting down on Teddy's shoulder. Teddy whimpers again.
"I'm glad that's settled," I say. "Now, all three of you. To the living room. Right bloody now."
End Part One
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Author:
traintracksPairings: permutations of Charlie/Harry/Draco/Teddy, (Harry/Draco, Charlie/Teddy), past Teddy/Victoire, *Bill/Charlie, reference to Bill/Fleur* [highlight to read]
Rating: NC-17 (quite)
Words: 14,500 (in two parts)
Summary: Charlie doesn't think that this is his Fuck Autobiography. But it so is.
Content: threesome/moresome sex, Daddy!kink (between Charlie and Teddy), godfather/godson, passing Teddy around like THE best sex toy ever, bottom!Draco, Top!Draco, a LOT of come, some mild D/s, brief and mild whipping, cousincest, anal sex with no prep, *incest, infidelity* [highlight to read]
A/N: Thank you a million times to my AMAZING beta and cheerleader,
tamlane and also to elrhiarhodan who read and supported and gave confidence. Love you, ladies! Also, thank you to everyone on my flist who expressed interest in reading this! <3 I'm not a hard man. I was raised by a man with a good heart, an open mind, a cluttered shed, and a kind soul. If anything, my soft-around-the-edges mum was the harsh one, and then only sometimes. Only when we deserved it.
But just because I'm not hard, doesn't mean I'm not tough. I've been tough since I used to get pushed around in primary school for being queer. I couldn't use magic, so I used my fists. I used my words. I got my point across. Not that I wasn't a pouf. I was and am. But that I'd flay anyone who sneered at me about it.
And then there was Bill. But let's get to him later, shall we?
This isn't a life story. This isn't Charlie Weasley's Fuck Autobiography. Let's just say, I started young and kept at it. There were plenty of bicurious blokes at Hogwarts and a handful of queers. I was the star of the Quidditch team; I didn't have any troubles.
And dragon-handling seems to lure its own class of prime cock. You can bet I took advantage of all the arse on tap when I first got here. But since I took over? Since it's been me in charge? Well, it changes things.
I'm far too busy to carouse all over the village, for one. Everything's about the dragons. When they wake, what they eat, how they fly, who's hurt, who's pregnant, who's cranky (read: homicidal), who needs some extra TLC, which witch or wizard's going to work what shifts, this repair that needs done, THAT repair that needs done, who's complaining about who now, why the cook needs to be sacked, why the cook needs a raise, who's on security detail, who's on the night shift, how the payroll got cocked up, who's on holiday this week, who's getting a divorce and can't stop weeping in the loo, who farted in the pen THIS time… It's exhausting. A man can get to where he's too tired to fuck his own fist, much less a pretty bloke's cunt half the night like they all expect.
So when Harry Potter showed up -- having trained already up in Ireland with his mates, Seamus and Dean -- looking for some responsibility and giving me the eye straight off, well… I dragged him off to bed that first weekend after showing him the ropes, and he's been a fixture there ever since.
Harry and I are different in ways that are good for the work. I use my body and my voice. I can hold out a hand and murmur in my throat to a Welsh Green and have her rolling on her back for tummy rubs in moments. Harry uses his magic. And fuck he's got the magic, that Harry Potter. He can do anything with it, and I do mean anything.
But when it comes right down to it, Harry and I are a lot alike, too. The sex has always been satisfying, but there was never really any mystery to it. We fuck like a couple of dragon-wranglers – dirty, to the point, cocks out, a little bit of slapping, vying for position, some drunk laughing, but then once I've got him pinned and I slide it home, we're all grunting, sweating, done with words and magic and everything but that perfect syncopation.
Harry's my right-hand-man in the pen. He's got a power all his own. He can take me, you know? And I like that.
I like Harry. Sex with him is explosive and real.
But I didn't really feel like I was getting all of him.
Not until Draco Malfoy came calling.
Malfoy… Merlin, he's a piece of work. I don't know what I'd do with him except hog-tie him every night if it weren't for Harry. Harry works him like a Chinese Fireball, and he's had to.
Draco Malfoy. Jesus Fucking Christ.
He shows up in the middle of summer in a suit for fuck's sake. He's applying for the open position of bookkeeper. He's studied Arithmancy extensively since being pardoned by the Wizengamot. 'Extensively'. That's his word, the bloody little uptight tosser. I took one look at his resume and rolled my eyes. I was going to ball it up, but then Harry had to go and walk into the room.
And shit if there weren't sparks flying off the both of them.
"Malfoy."
"Potter."
I took one look at the two of them glaring hate sex at each other and hired Draco on the spot.
It took a month for Harry to lure him in. I should say, Harry took his sweet bloody time. On purpose. Probably just because he likes the way I get hard watching him woo Malfoy with barbs and bickering.
Harry began with annoying physical closeness. It was like watching someone try to bathe a cat. Malfoy bristling and edging away only to somehow find that he'd been cornered by Harry somewhere, unable to escape without drawing his wand, and maybe not even then. Harry just loooooved pushing himself into Draco's space until Draco was practically spitting with affrontedness.
Then Harry would cast a shit-eating smile my direction, and I'd have to just walk away laughing. It wouldn't have been quite so funny if Malfoy hadn't gotten a giant erection every single time Harry cornered him.
And now that they've been fucking for nearly a year, well… Let's just say Draco doesn't seem to be quite so adversely affected by Harry's annoyance tactics. More often than not I have to stop them groping openly in front of the dragons. The Vipertooths especially are skiddish with that stuff.
They're schoolboys during the day -- "Tosser." "Prat." "Insufferable git." "Nutter." -- but that changes at night now. Harry takes such good care of Draco. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't proud of that fact. When I relax with a whiskey and watch Harry whip him, for instance, he never goes too far. Draco never safe-words. I thought it'd be 'Marmalade, marmalade, marmalade!' echoing through the night, but I was wrong.
Harry handles him. He soothes him. When Draco breathes fire, Harry flings it right back on the tip of his whip. When Draco relaxes, quaking with want, Harry touches him, shushes him, uses his mouth on him, whispers things I can't hear.
And when I stand up and walk over and get them both down on the ground and guide Harry's cock to Draco's twitching arsehole, Draco is always close to coming, always docile as milk, always deep deep down and ready.
So when I fuck Harry into him, the locks all click, the magic lines up, and "Ooooh shit yeah. Fuck that little bitch, Harry," comes groaning out of my mouth, and fucking Harry fucking Malfoy is honestly mother fucking transcendent as hell.
Not that I don't kick Harry out of there for a taste of Malfoy's arse myself. Harry will have loosened him up, rocked him close. So I go in him like I'm straight out of Azkaban and starved for it, my cock a red piston, firing in and out of him, and his legs pull back for it, into his fuzzy armpits, his face twisting into something that looks like pain, the noises coming out of him feral and sweet.
That's when Harry takes his mouth, straddling his head and fucking him as fast as I'm doing his arse, and watching it almost does me right in. I tickle Harry's arsehole with my finger until he stills just long enough for me to breach, then we go again, so fast the floorboards are creaking and whining like we're going to plummet into the downstairs flat any moment.
Draco comes first, screaming around Harry's thick plug of a cock and painting my stomach with sticky white ribbons. His arse rippling around me is too much. I fill him up, pumping it hard and deep inside.
Harry has become a mindless fuck machine, striving down into Draco's mouth until I see spit drooling out and he's probably crying.
"Harry," I say. He stops immediately. "C'mere," I call. He withdraws slowly, and Draco licks and sucks at it as he leaves. Harry falls back against my chest, and I hold him. "Open your sopping hole, Malfoy," I instruct. Draco whines, but he pulls his legs open so hard he's shaking. I take Harry's well-tongued cock in my hand and stroke him, aiming for Draco's cunt.
"Charlie," Harry breathes. "Shit."
"I know."
Draco raises his head to watch, hungry eyes all over Harry's cock, my hand on it, so ready.
"Look at him wanting it," I tell Harry. And it's when their eyes meet that it happens. That's when it always happens.
Like I said, sparks.
Harry handles the aftercare, wrapping his arm around Draco and leading him off to the bedroom while I head out to handle the night's first emergency, which is really just a malfunctioning lock charm on Stella's paddock. Which is not an emergency being that she's an elderly dragon and sleeps eighteen hours of every day anyway and is snoring so loudly when I arrive that it's obvious she has no idea she could be out on a joyride around Romania and beyond.
But I fix the lock, scrub Stella behind her right ear until she snorts, bats her eyes at me, belches a column of smoke, and goes back to sleep, then I head back home.
"Mr. C," calls York from the doors of the mess hall, running up to me. "Mr. C!"
"Yeah." I turn on a sigh. I just want to smoke a fag and go to sleep.
"Mr. C, I was just wondering where the new fellow's to be bunking." He looks at a chart he's carrying around. "I thought with Matansky and Burrows, but there's that leak in their roof, so they've had to move in with Janus. What about that little room below your place?" He scratches his neck nervously.
"He's coming in tomorrow you say?" I feel a bit off. Sex usually clears my head, but tonight I feel too relaxed. I hadn't planned on thinking after all that buggering, you know?
"Did Mr. Potter not tell you?" York asks, now extremely nervous. The last thing he wants to do is question me or Harry.
"Yeah. Yeah, he did." I wipe my hands over my face. They still smell like "Mr. Potter's" spunk. "I just forgot. Yeah, that room ought to do the trick." I start to walk away but turn back, walking backwards as I yell, "But do me a favor, would you, and have Riggins Engorgio and Scourgify it really good first?"
"Right!" York yells, having a Quick Quill scribble his notes for him. "Right away, Mr. C! Only the best for Mr. Potter's nephew!"
But I've already turned, and I'm dragging my exhausted arse back home, too tired to correct him.
When I return, Draco's come out of subspace, and I hear them snarking back in the master. One particularly snide epithet is followed by Harry's laugh, though, so I don't deem it anything I should intervene on.
I grab my pack of Merlins and take them out on the veranda overlooking the deep valley below where we train the new ones. It's empty in the indigo night, the nearly full moon throwing tall tree shadows over the waving grasses. I light my fag, drag deep, and exhale up to the stars, watching the white smoke dissipate on the breeze. I lean on the railing and feel his presence behind me.
"May I join you?"
"I don't know, you get Malfoy all tucked in?"
"Bath," Harry explains, and his arms wrap around my middle, his chin coming to rest on my shoulder.
"He's coming tomorrow," I say.
"He comes every night," Harry scoffs, misunderstanding. "I don't think we need to schedule it."
I chuff a laugh and tap off the ash. "No. Your godson."
"Oh," Harry says. He takes my fag and draws on it, a rare indulgence for him. "Brat didn't owl me."
"I'm giving him Nott's old room."
"That closet? Oh, he'll love that."
"He's new. That's how it goes." I take the fag back and watch the smoke trail over my shoulder from Harry's lips. "Still think he can hack it?"
"The dragons? Absolutely."
"How about the hierarchy?"
Harry snorts. He kisses my neck briefly and then starts to head back inside. "We'll see."
He's standing in the field, arms crossed, wand in hand, all in leather. Everyone came out for this one. Regular work has ground to a halt. When word gets out that a new dragon-wrangler is coming to the ranch, it's reason enough to put everything on hold and see the show. Every straight witch that works for me looks like she's on love potion, though, and half the men do, too. The lesbians look ready to take him home and groom him. The exclusively straight guys cough uncomfortably. I can only roll my eyes. Harry's are squinted.
"What do you think?" I ask him.
Harry takes a breath, thinks. "Give him Claudette," he says.
I can't help but laugh in disbelief. "I wasn't aware you wanted him dead, Harry."
He doesn't even look at me, doesn't crack a smile. His eyes are on Teddy standing there like he could wait for Hell to freeze if he had to. "Give him Claudette," Harry says again.
I sigh and shrug. What Harry wants, Harry tends to get. "Bring out Claudette!" I yell, and a hush falls over the group, followed by murmurs of disbelief.
A kinetic silence falls on the hillside and the valley, an unnatural waiting. Teddy Lupin slowly uncrosses his arms. The quiet vibrates once. It vibrates again. Just very slightly. I can feel it in the arches of my feet and deep within my chest. The silence returns, thick and ringing.
Then there is a deafening shrieking roar, and flames roll out onto the valley from above the tree line. Everyone but Harry, myself, and Teddy ducks, and some scream. Teddy lifts his wand, and something like a Patronus shield form, but shiny black, erupts from his wand, shielding him from the fire until Claudette has soared over him and then lifted her nose into the sky.
Teddy turns and watches her. To my surprise, he holsters his wand.
"What's going on?" Draco's voice comes from behind us. "I was doing the numbers and it sounded like the ranch was under attack."
"It is," I tell him.
Harry just motions for him to stand beside him, not taking his eyes off the field. "It's Teddy," he tells Malfoy.
"Oh."
Draco sidles up next to Harry, and his eyes go round as he, too, watches the dragon circle back around.
"Is that…Claudette?" he asks. "Are you people mad?"
Now Harry smiles. "Just watch."
Teddy stands in the middle of the valley, no cover within a hundred meters in any direction while the rest of us shelter behind shields just inside the trees. The dragon folds back her wings and dives for him, her jaws opening. Teddy opens his arms, not passively but ready for something like a bar brawl. It's not even something I would attempt, and Claudette just almost doesn't hate me. My hand goes to my wand as a reflex. I doubt I could get a good spell off in time. Harry could, but his hand is nowhere near his wand.
"Harry…" I start when I feel sure she's going to roast him.
"Wait."
I let the comment go and file it away under 'Punish Later'. I'm too raptly invested in what's happening on the field.
Claudette lets fly a huge fireball, but the shield I wasn't even aware was still there deflects it easily. Everyone gasps. And as Claudette passes, I see her tail whip back behind her and come slashing down in a fast arc.
This time Teddy doesn't even try to shield. His hands are ready, though, and as the tail aims for his midsection, he jumps, landing on it instead and holding on tight. The crowd erupts in cheering as both dragon and wizard soar over their heads, disappearing over the tree tops, Claudette roaring bitterly as she flies away.
I can't see them now. No one can. I can hear the dragon's bellowing, her wings thwacking the air, and the sounds grow distant.
People are craning their necks, shielding their eyes from the pale sun, murmuring excitedly, worriedly. I look at Harry. He looks at me and then Malfoy, a calm smile on his face.
Then a massive roar splits the air, and Claudette soars out over the valley with Teddy Lupin on her back, riding her.
There is a great throwing up of hands. There is cheering and clapping.
Malfoy says, "Holy shit," and Harry grabs him around the middle, tugging him back against him and watching with laughing eyes.
Teddy soars up over the far trees, and Claudette snuffs out little grey puffs of smoke. They pull a hard turn and fly low over the valley before landing in the center. Teddy dismounts, but before he acknowledges his victory in any way, I see him lean in and nuzzle Claudette, her tough scales. I see him walk up to her great head, where she is now blinking almost sedately. He leans in and speaks to her, stroking her face. She could kill him now with one easy exhale. She doesn't. She lays her head down and shuts her eyes.
"Jesus," I say.
It is then that Harry looks at me. And I think I know before he does. It feels bloody inevitable.
It's not long at all before they're fighting over him, and they don't even realize they're doing it. Well, Draco realizes, I'm sure. He's been looking at the kid like he wants to rip his trousers down in front of everyone and fuck him within an inch of Teddy's life. I'd point out that that's his cousin, but I doubt it would make the difference.
He's my niece's ex, and that sure as hell hasn't made the difference for me.
I'm the first to reprimand people for calling me a dragon-tamer. "Keeper," I will readily growl at them. But the way Teddy tamed Claudette has me thinking that's exactly what he is. He's something I've rarely seen before – like a Parselmouth but with dragons. His few weeks here have only cemented for me that he's an asset to the operation.
And that I'll have his sweet arse riding my cock before long, no doubt about it. Because as much as he seems to enjoy all the witch adulation that's aimed his way, I've seen where his own eyes linger, and it certainly isn't there.
Harry, on the other hand, is a clueless mess. He doesn't know whether he's coming or going, jealous of Draco or Teddy, feeling godfather protective or lover possessive. He has no idea that Teddy worships him and would do him in a heartbeat if he gave the okay. He has no idea about much of anything except that he's just generally pissed off with every word out of Draco's mouth lately.
I've been quite enjoying myself at their expense. There's a fight at least once a day. It's over something else. Something ridiculous. Harry generally picks the fight. But Draco is always ready to stand off against him, his chest out and pointy chin even pointier.
I'm prepared to let it go on as long as they need it to, so it surprises me when one day there's a knock on my office door, and it's Teddy Lupin standing there, and that's exactly what he seems to want to talk about.
"Come in," I gesture and then, instinctively, wave my hand and lock the door behind him. I don't offer him a seat. I want him to have to stand. I want to be able to let my eyes travel his body unimpeded. I definitely do not want him thinking we're in any way on equal footing. Although, to his credit, his ego doesn't seem to match his talent. He's a sweet kid, although with a nice wide Slytherin streak.
"How are you liking it here?" I ask, leaning back in my chair and letting it swivel idly back and forth, my hands clasped loosely over my stomach.
He smiles, hands behind his back. "It's a challenge," he says. "But I love it."
Love. It's been a long time since I've had a new recruit use that kind of language about the work. It's a very good sign. I won't have anybody on the ranch who doesn't love dragons, but most blokes are too afraid of getting caught in a vulnerability to say it.
I nod. "So what brings you by?"
"May I speak freely, sir?"
I swallow down what that word does to me. I've not asked him to call me that. He used to come over for family dinners, for fuck's sake. I might have become his uncle one day had he not had the bollocks to come out finally and save my niece her heart.
"Go ahead," I tell him.
He blinks for a moment, and his hair goes from its natural turquoise to something more like royal blue. I'm not sure how to interpret the change until he speaks.
"You're fucking both of them. Aren't you?"
"That's pretty free," I comment.
He blushes, but he doesn't look down. He meets my eyes, and I have to give him credit; I'm looking at him damned hard. He doesn't apologize. A fact for which I'm glad. I don't want him to. I told him to speak freely, and he did. This whole conversation is a test, and I'm starting to get a little hard. I look down his body. He's on the skinny side. There's something almost effeminate about him – the curve to his waist or the smoothness of his neck. I find myself wondering if this is his natural state or if he's enhanced himself to look more like he feels. If so, bully for him. I know if I had his abilities, I'd play a little, too. I allow my gaze to stop on his dick, held tight in those damnable leather trousers he insists on wearing. He's either hung like a giraffe or he's hard, too. Maybe both.
When I meet his eyes again, his lips are parted and his pupils dilated.
"Yeah," I finally say. "What of it?"
"I just…" he starts. He clears his throat and squares his shoulders. "Harry is my godfather and Draco is my cousin, and they seem to be fighting a lot and—"
"You're worried," I interject, pursing my lips and nodding once. "Understandable. Especially since it's over you."
He doesn't do me the discourtesy of trying to look shocked. This is not news to him. "I…didn't want to be the cause of…problems for them," he hedges so very politely. Like we're not talking about Harry and Draco wanting to fuck the living daylights out of him.
"I'm not worried about it," I tell him.
"You're not, sir?"
I let myself smile just a little bit at that one. Well-placed. Deferent. "Teddy," I say, "Fighting is their foreplay. It always has been, and it always will be."
Now he smiles almost shyly. He's aware of this, too. Interesting.
"What do you want, Lupin?" I ask. I unclasp my hands and lay them on the armrests. His eyes track the movement then meet my gaze again. So subtle, but I know we're understanding one another perfectly.
He takes one step forward.
"Unh unh," I say, flicking the back of one finger at him to tell him to step back again. He does. I consider him for a moment, look him up and down once more. There's only one way for this to go. "Strip," I tell him.
And I don't know if I expected some virginal appalled response or a sexual harassment suit or what, but I don't get any of that. I get the aroused fluttering of his lashes, and then his hands go to his shirt and peel it off over his head.
There are muscles under there I wasn't aware of. That or he's so good at morphing, he added them before he lifted the hem. His nipples are dark. There is no hair on his chest. I wet my bottom lip and nod for him to continue.
The trousers, boots, and socks go next, leaving him in tight, cock-hugging pants. There's a smattering of hair down his belly and over his lean thighs and calves. His ankles are bony and somehow beautiful. But I'm a bloke, so my gaze comes back to the proverbial elephant in the room.
The kid's packing.
"I believe I said strip," I say.
He inhales, takes the waistband of his pants in his hands, and then works them down hips, thighs, and then off. He stands tall again, unable to mask the way his face says he wants my approval.
Goddamn, he's got it.
It's easily nine inches, so heavy it leans off to the side and even slightly down. It's roseate, the eager head slipping out of the foreskin for me.
I say nothing, but I pick up my wand and fashion a cushion on the floor between my feet. I nod to it.
The boy kneels, his cock bobbing obscenely as he moves, then he looks up at me for permission.
"Go on then," I tell him.
He falls to it with hunger, loosening my belt, unfastening my flies, reaching in and dragging out my prick, eyes feasting on it. It twitches in his hands.
He looks up at me again.
"I'm betting you either suck cock like a virgin or a pro," I tell him. "Which is it, kid?"
He slants me a flat-out evil smile and then aims me into his mouth and slides all the way down until his face is pressed to my groin and I'm lodged in his throat.
My head falls back, and I'm gasping, momentarily undone by it. He swallows around me, squeezing down so bloody tight, huffing warm air through his nose. I look down at him. His eyes are watering, his mouth stretched open around the thick root of me.
"Shit, Teddy," I sigh on a laugh.
He pulls back only enough to look up at me, eyes innocent and dark.
"Bob your head for Daddy," I breathe, sending up a half-hearted apology to Remus wherever he may be.
But the kid doesn't even blink. Well, he does, but in a good way. He groans around my cock and then does as told, bobbing his head up and down, covering his teeth and letting his spit run out over my cock to ease the way.
"Goddamn son of a bitch," I moan, letting my hand cup the back of his head. I don't know if it's the best head I've ever gotten – both Harry and Draco are quite talented – but I think it's the easiest. There's no gagging or scraping or false-starts. Teddy's made for me. And that, in itself, is a turn on.
I pull his mouth off my cock by the hair. His mouth is sloppy red. I stand up, and he automatically scoots back. When I feed him my cock again, he's eager, all over it, whining and chasing it down, all open-mouthed animal want.
When I fit it inside, he shuts his eyes and sucks. I stroke his hair, cup his jaw. Then I take his head in both hands and I start to thrust the whole of my cock in and out of his mouth.
"You like Daddy's cock?"
He whimpers. I glance down to see that his own prick is drooling, leaving a long line of pre-come dangling from its head. For the first time, I wish one of the other two were here to suck that beast of a cock for him. Draco. Definitely. That or I want Harry to do it with magic. Teddy's humping the air now as I fuck his face, not daring to touch himself. I want Harry here to point his wand and have Teddy coming in seconds.
That thought, along with the sight of my prick stretching Teddy's mouth open over and over again, is most certainly enough, and I hold him close, trembling, and start to come. He swallows, suckling again, and I grit my teeth against crying out at how good it feels.
I stroke his pretty face and ease my cock over his tongue until I'm through. When I pull it out, he falls forward in an effort to keep sucking it.
I smile down at him and tuck myself away. I sit back down in my chair and beckon him. He stands on shaky legs.
"Turn around," I tell him, and when he does, I pull him back onto my lap. I drape one of his legs and then the other over the armrests. His head comes to lie against my shoulder on his moan. I weigh his gorgeous cock in my hand and murmur against the shell of his ear, "Say my name."
What comes out – what hitches out on his breath – is, "D-Daddy…"
Oh, this is going to be so fucking good.
Not just now, my hand milking him and his arse wiggling against my spent cock through my jeans. But this. Him and me and the easiness with which he's accepted the role. And him and me and Harry and Draco. I bloody can't wait to introduce them to my boy.
He writhes on top of me as I pull on his cock, drop my hand to fondle his bollocks gently, as I pluck at his tits hard, leaving his cock to bounce with his undulations.
He turns his face into my neck and breathes moist breaths against me. I take his cock in my hand again and let it fly. His mouth opens. He holds his breath. Then his come shoots in an arc out onto the cushion, and he's whimpering, "Daddy, Daddy, Nnnndaddy…" like he's been dying to do just that.
I thumb over the soft slit of him, rubbing his spunk over the tender head until he tries to close his legs. I let him. I'd hold him, cradle him – he's so goddamned brilliant – but we're not quite there yet.
"Up," I command and then help him stand, all wobbly and spent.
I move my chair back behind my desk and pick up my quill and parchment. He dresses once more, and I start checking off items on the list York sent me for the mess hall order. I speak to Teddy without looking up. "This has nothing to do with the work. You do your work well, you stay on. Period. No matter what. You understand?"
"Yes, sir," he says, throat scratchy from my cock bruising it.
"Draco's cooking tomorrow night. He's good at it. Come by if you want to. Eight o'clock." I look up at him.
He's buttoning his jeans when he nods.
"Good," I say. "Double check on Claudette for me before your shift's over, too, would you? She was too fussy for anyone to get near her today."
"Yes, sir," he says again. "Thank you, sir."
I quirk a smile at him. "Get out of here."
He smiles back, his sapphire eyes twinkling. "Okay, Daddy." Then he's out the door, leaving me to throb in the wake of that word and what we've suddenly become.
The next day and a half are work, work, work. I've barely even seen any of them, not even when I crashed into bed late last night. Harry had already sacked out in his own room, but Draco was up late fixing a mistake in the numbers and hadn't even dragged his arse home yet. I thought about going to his office, rubbing his neck and then ordering him into bed, but I was just too bloody knackered myself, and I think I was asleep before the sheets even got warm.
I heard Draco come in around two, quietly rummage in the kitchen, and then close the door to his own room. I had hoped he'd choose Harry's, but no such luck.
That's fine. All that shit ends tonight.
I'm finishing signing the paychecks when Padma Patil bursts into my office.
"I'm sorry, Charlie. It's Stella."
I follow her out of the room at a brisk clip and pass her on the way to the paddock.
Harry's already by the dragon's side when I arrive. He looks up at me hopelessly. His wand dangles from his hand, useless. Malfoy is outside the paddock, leaning his chin on the rail, just watching Harry, keeping a silent vigil.
"What do you need?" I ask Harry.
"I dunno," he answers.
I nod. "Patil, where's Lupin?"
"I believe he took Claudette for a test flight."
"Fuck."
But then it occurs to me. I pull my wand and produce my Patronus. The wolf explodes from my wand, looking around, teeth bared.
"Find Teddy," I tell it and then watch it run through the ranch, around a corner, and away.
I look at Harry. "Just keep her comfortable. I'll be right back."
Harry nods. He shares a look with Malfoy and then turns back to Stella, conjuring warming charms and pain-relievers. I take Padma aside, out of the paddock. "Get me all the literature you can on whatever you think this could be."
She nods and takes off at a run. She's my best researcher, and I've no doubt she'll be back with volumes. I just don't know if it will be in time.
I Accio a tarp to use as a blanket. "Malfoy," I call, and he shakes himself and moves to help me, mucking up his dress shoes and silk trousers more readily than I'd assumed he would. We drape the tarp over Stella. I crouch beside Harry. "How long have you been here?"
"I dunno," he says again. He looks haggard.
"Three hours," Draco supplies in his stead. He's standing there with his arms crossed, frowning.
"Harry, go get some tea or something. Sit down somewhere. I'll take over for you," I tell him.
"I'm not leaving her."
"Malfoy?" I start.
"Right," he says. "Tea." Then he leaves the paddock and Harry closes his eyes on a heavy sigh.
"Do you think it's just age?" Harry asks me.
"I wish I knew." I scratch at my neck and then peer into her drooping right eye. "She hasn't been spry for a long time, but I figured she had another five years to go. How does she respond to—"
I'm interrupted by Teddy striding into the paddock and stripping off his leather gloves as he goes, letting them drop to the ground. He crouches next to me, his hand going to Stella's neck straight off. He looks at her, at me, at Harry. "Hey," is all he says. He frowns and strokes her head. "Can I have a few minutes with her?"
I stand and gesture for Harry to come with me. He does so with reluctance, and we leave the paddock only to lean against the railing and watch. Malfoy returns with two cups of tea, one for Harry and one for me. Harry takes his with a not-at-all-begrudging 'thank you' and sips as Malfoy settles next to him. I notice the hand he lays on Harry's back, and I'd smile if I weren't positively stymied by Stella.
Dragons tend to die like they live, going out in a blast of fire, smoke, and honor. To die quietly is not the dragon way. Not that I've experienced at any rate.
Malfoy's hand strokes down Harry's tense back, fingers tucking securely into Harry's waistband. Harry sips his tea, watching Teddy and frowning. I watch then, too. Watch him lean in, both hands on Stella's face. Teddy closes his eyes and starts murmuring something.
"What's he doing, Charlie?" Malfoy whispers.
I shake my head slowly. "I don't know."
I'm not sure if I'm seeing things, but Teddy's hands appear to glow a soft pink. He brushes his thumbs over Stella's armored brows tenderly. He stops speaking and seems to wait for an answer. They're so still. I don't even dare breathe. The only movement is the rising of steam from two mugs and the lifting and lowering of Stella's back with her labored breath.
Five slow minutes go by, and I stand there listening to my own heart beating, tea going cold.
Finally, Teddy opens his eyes. He strokes down Stella's snout and murmurs something again. Then he stands, stretches, and turns to the three of us.
He walks over to the rail and addresses me. "She needs a trough full of firewhiskey and several buckets of burning embers. Her fire's out."
"Merlin," Harry breathes. "That's it? She's not dying?"
"No," Teddy smiles. "She says she's got ten years left. She seemed quite certain." His eyes flick to Malfoy and then settle again on me. "That's it, sir."
"Good work, Lupin," I tell him. He beams at me, beams at Harry next. Harry reaches out. He squeezes his shoulder, jostling him, and Teddy's hair goes magenta so fast, it ripples. He looks at Malfoy, blushing and then dropping his gaze.
"Harry," I say.
He turns to me, ready to spring into action, of course.
"Go home," I tell him.
His face falls.
"Malfoy, see that he gets there?"
He nods, all business.
I turn back to Teddy as Malfoy manages to half-drag Harry away. Patil has just run up as well. "You two, get a team together and bring her what she needs. Report back to me in two hours. I'll be in my office."
Patil hurries off again, but Teddy lags behind.
"What?" I say.
He blinks and steps closer. "Your Patronus," he says and stops.
I cross my arms. "What of it?"
"It's…a wolf."
"It's none of your business," I say. "Dinner at eight." Then I leave him to his task and walk away.
And it's all I can do not to think of him with every step.
When Teddy shows up at five of, he breaks up the biscuit fight in which Harry is chucking stale ones at the back of Malfoy's head while he attempts to stir his now-famous cherry sauce.
"Bloody shove it up your arse, you giant dick," Malfoy's in the middle of growling, unable to stop stirring for fear his creation will scald.
Harry's in the middle of a snicker, his arm pulled back, biscuit at the ready, when Teddy sticks his head in the door. "Hey. May I come in?"
I look up from my Prophet reading and can't help the slow smile at seeing him there, freshly showered and eager. He's got, of all things, a box of chocolates in his hands that he must have bought in the village and a bottle of wine as well. I remember how his mouth felt around my cock, and that's what I'm thinking of when his eyes light on me, and he smiles, too.
"Come in," I tell him, putting down my paper and standing. "You didn't have to." I take the chocolates and wine from him.
"I didn't know red or white, so I just went red. Hope that's okay," he says. He looks at Harry. "Hi."
"Hi," Harry says back, eyes a little wide.
"Hey, Draco," Teddy calls into the kitchen.
Malfoy peers over his shoulder at Teddy. He looks him up and down. "Red's fine," he says, still stirring.
I deposit the gifts on the counter and suffer a long, questioning look – slightly accusing – from Harry. He knows it's not innocent. He knows because he knows me. It's easier to put it off on me than to accept his own Teddy-induced erections. It's also a lot easier to blame Malfoy and project it all onto him. Harry can't do the same shit with me, and that's precisely why it has to be this way. I give Harry a pat on the arse and an it'll-be-okay wink.
"How's that coming, Malfoy?" I ask.
"Ask Potter," he spits. But then he sighs. "It's done, actually."
I wander over to leave a long, moist kiss on the side of his neck. "Looks beautiful," I tell him. Then I turn back to Harry and Teddy looking awkward as hell, like they've never been in the same room together.
This is going to be atrociously fun.
I bark, "Let's eat!"
It's delicious, but no one except Teddy is eating too much. Teddy makes up for that, though, by eating three plates-full.
"Wow, Draco, when did you learn to cook?" he says, dabbing his mouth and missing the blop of cherry sauce at the corner.
Three men shift uncomfortably in their seats. We all want to lick it off. I've kept it together all through the meal, not drinking too much, not dragging Teddy into my lap, etc. But now…God, now it's more than I can stand.
"Excuse me, Malfoy, I'm sorry," I say, interrupting his attempt to talk about cooking when I know all he wants is to drop down under the table and suck us all off. I lean over to Teddy whose eyes go a little wide. I swipe my tongue over the blob of cherry sauce, and he whimpers slightly. I take advantage and delve my tongue into his mouth.
We snog for a good minute, minute and a half. I can hear Harry and Malfoy stop breathing. I can hear it when they start again, too. Teddy's mouth is sweet and pliant and I leave it almost regretfully, licking my lips and watching his eyes slowly open again.
When I look at the other two, it's as though they've both been hexed by different spells. Malfoy looks close to coming. Harry looks like he wants to run from the room.
"Charlie, I—" Harry starts. Ah, the good godfather. He's going to coolly decline.
"Harry," I say, "you want to screw his perfect arse just like I do. If you deny it, I'm going to lose my temper."
He throws his napkin down on the table and stands. A muscle in his jaw is jumping. I lean further back in my chair.
"Who says you can just decide for all of us?" he grits out.
It's almost comical, since we had pretty much come to just that agreement. He's conveniently forgotten maybe. That or he's just projecting again.
"Not denying it then, I see," I tell him, not bothering to raise my voice.
He blinks. He blushes hot and fast. He blinks some more. He grips the edge of the table, and then his eyes land on Teddy. "I—" Harry starts. They stare at each other for long seconds. Then Harry's gaze drifts to Malfoy who is watching him keenly. Harry swallows.
To my surprise, Teddy stands next. He walks around the table until he's next to Harry. I think he's going to take his hand or hug him and decline himself, but instead he resolutely grabs Harry around the back of his head and just plants one on him.
Malfoy gasps. I think Harry does, too, but Teddy swallows it, dipping his tongue into Harry's mouth sweetly. Harry's hands come up, hover for a moment, and then take Teddy by the hips hard, hauling him close and groaning. Then Teddy's hands are in his hair, yanking while he sighs into the kiss, rubbing himself against Harry's body wantonly.
I look at Malfoy, sitting there dumbstruck. He looks at me. I nod over to Harry and Teddy in a go-on gesture. He swallows and rises, walking around the table on shaky legs. I want to palm my cock so bloody bad, but I just watch as Malfoy steps up behind Teddy, presses himself to his back, and starts to mouth over his neck. His hands slide over Harry's on Teddy's hips, and Harry gasps. The sound makes my cock jump in my jeans.
I pull my wand while they all snog and Vanish the remains of dinner. Hell, I go a step further and just get rid of the whole table.
Harry pulls out of the kiss and looks at Teddy searchingly. He looks over Teddy's shoulder at Malfoy, who manages to grin even while biting down on Teddy's shoulder. Teddy whimpers again.
"I'm glad that's settled," I say. "Now, all three of you. To the living room. Right bloody now."
End Part One
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- foursome: charlie/harry/draco/teddy,
- kink: age difference,
- kink: anal sex,
- kink: blowjob,
- kink: cock slapping,
- kink: cousincest,
- kink: cross-gen,
- kink: d/s,
- kink: daddy,
- kink: dp,
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- kink: foursome,
- kink: friends with benefits,
- kink: godfather/godson,
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- kink: incest,
- kink: passing someone around,
- kink: rough sex,
- kink: sex on the floor,
- kink: sex without foreplay,
- kink: size,
- kink: threesome,
- kink: uncut cock,
- kink: voyeurism,
- pairing: bill/charlie,
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Date: 2014-01-19 04:06 am (UTC)god, daddy kink. GOD.
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Date: 2014-01-27 10:50 pm (UTC)First off, I’ll congratulate you on your use of first person. It normally takes me a while to really settle into stories told in first person, but this one I was there by the end of the second sentence. It didn’t feel like a writer using a first person POV, it felt like Charlie Weasley telling me a story. <3
I love your description of the sex Harry and Charlie have, how it’s so straightforward, and then how that changes when Draco gets added into the mix but it’s still got a routine to it.
Oh, and the way you describe Draco, coming there in a suit and how Charlie only hired him because of the way he and Harry glare at each other. And how Harry stalked him and cornered him and then paused and grinned at Charlie. klajhfhaasdhfauiwdjhflk, because random keyboard mashing is the only way to describe how I feel about that.
I’m really struggling to keep from quoting the whole damn thing because I feel like ALL OF IT is my favorite part. But I especially enjoyed this line: “ I thought it'd be 'Marmalade, marmalade, marmalade!' echoing through the night” and this description: “docile as milk” was just brilliant.
Oh, and the way that they both handle Draco just like any other dragon. I adored that.
This made me laugh out loud: "He comes every night," Harry scoffs, misunderstanding. "I don't think we need to schedule it."
And the dragon names! Claudette! Stella!
I love Harry fighting with Draco over Teddy and not even knowing why he’s doing it. And Draco being all about it. Oh, those two.
“ Fighting is their foreplay. It always has been, and it always will be.” YES. THIS IS MY HEADCANON SO MUCH.
"Bob your head for Daddy," I breathe, sending up a half-hearted apology to Remus wherever he may be. And that’s where I fell apart in to a gibbering wreck. Oh dear lord. And then you followed it up with Charlie telling him to say his name and Teddy responding with “Daddy” and I completely lost it. Why are you so amazing? Seriously. You are.
And then you follow up that hotness with warm and comfortable domesticity. I love the image of Harry throwing biscuits at Draco’s head when he can’t move away from the stove to retaliate.
“ When I look at the other two, it's as though they've both been hexed by different spells. Malfoy looks close to coming. Harry looks like he wants to run from the room.” Brilliant brilliant brilliant. I love this so much, how Harry’s trying to be the good godfather and Malfoy just doesn’t give a fuck that Teddy is his cousin. And how you tempered how hot Teddy and Harry’s kiss was with a little bit of sweetness, when Draco comes up behind him and slides his hands over Harry’s. I bow down to your smut writing skills. You are amazing.
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Date: 2014-01-27 11:26 pm (UTC)YOU ARE AWESOME.
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Date: 2014-01-27 11:31 pm (UTC)I really do adore your writing. I'm planning my Traintracks Appreciation Day for sometime this week, so I'll just apologize for the flood of comments in advance, shall I?
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Date: 2014-01-27 11:41 pm (UTC)Do your worst. ;-)
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