|Slash Pervert (slashpervert) wrote,|
@ 2009-04-01 01:01:00
|Entry tags:||aveeno_baby, fiction, h/d, unexpected|
Unexpected - Chapter 1: Harry's Menagerie
Authors: slashpervert and aveeno_baby.
Betas: brknhalo241, asm614, Mini Mouse, and Indie.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Genre: Fluff, Smut, Hurt/Comfort
Length: 94,000 words (40 Chapters)
Warnings (Mark to Read): Language, Explicit, M/M Sex, Masturbation, Oral, Rimming, Anal, Mpreg, and mental health issues such as anxiety attacks. (Characters in this fiction are over 18.)
Summary: Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy have lived together for four years in their country house surrounded by a magical menagerie of unwanted animals Harry rescues. Yet, Harry wants more. He dreams of a family that includes children.
Notes: Post-war, AU after HBP, not DH compliant. Sequel to Undesirable, though can be read separately. Whereas, Undesirable was very dark, this one is very fluffy with some angst. Thanks to corvusdea for help with Latin for spells. Icon adapted by slashpervert from Passion by dirty_darella.
Disclaimer: This is a non-commercial work of fan fiction intended for adult audiences only. No copyright infringement intended. (Full Disclaimer!)
Chapter Number/Total: 1/40
Chapter Title: Harry's Menagerie
Words: 2075 Words
Harry’s face was warm, slick and wet. That was the first thing he could feel, all over his face and even his lips. For a brief moment he thought it was Draco, but he realised that the man didn't usually wake him up licking him.Well, not on his face. That job had been left to the animals. Snuffles and Wags to be precise.
"I'm awake," Harry mumbled, reaching to pet the two animals and trying to get them to stop. He knew they wouldn't, not until he sat up and went to feed them. But he was tired; he’d had a long night, and he could only blame that on Draco, who still had his arms wrapped tightly around Harry.
Wags, who looked like a Jack Russell Terrier, wasn't actually a dog, but a Crup someone had maimed, chopping off his forked tail. He was so excited he actually licked Draco's arm. The man growled, face still pressed into Harry's hair, and drew his hand back. "I hate that thing," he muttered. For his part, Snuffles, their Golden Retriever, knew better and kept his drooling to Harry's face.
"You don't," Harry mumbled back, trying not to open his mouth too widely to keep from getting dog tongue inside it. He sighed and then started to get up, using the sheet to wipe off his face. "Alright, alright, you two. Off the bed. I'm coming."
Draco pulled the sheet up over his head, quickly shielding his face from Wags. Wags tried to wag his tail, but given he didn't have one, he wagged his bottom instead, jumping up and down. Snuffles watched the Crup with something akin to embarrassment in his face.
Harry smiled, reaching over to scratch behind his ears. He thought Wags was adorable and always would. "Good morning," he said, both to the animals and Draco. He reached over to poke the man. "Want breakfast up here or downstairs?"
At the answering groan from the man-sized lump in his bed, Harry smiled and answered. "Up here then." He pushed the sheet away and got out of the bed. He then pulled on a pair of boxers and pushed his feet into a pair of slippers. "I'll be back in a bit," he said to Draco as he pulled on his robe. He'd have to feed all the animals first and then make breakfast for the two of them. It was their morning routine, or at least his morning routine, since Draco was usually asleep for most of it.
Oberon, the Kneazle, who looked like a huge tortoise-shell tabby cat with six fingers on each front paw, was waiting in the hall. He used the "dogs" to do his dirty work, but was in on the morning food plan, of course. He led the way to the kitchen.
"Knew you'd be out here," Harry said as he followed. He hopped up onto the kitchen counter and opened the cupboards, pulling down the containers of food. They had to keep them there because Oberon’s paws were near prehensile and he could get them open otherwise. "Alright, here we are." He poured the food into each dish and then got down off the counter and set them on the floor for them to eat.
"Anyone seen Severus?" he asked.
"Bloody fuckin' morning," a voice squeaked as the Jarvey, who looked like a huge ferret, came through the pet flap on the back door. Jarveys were rude creatures as a rule, so this was his equivalent of a cheery greeting. He was one of the animals Harry rescued because, after all, no one wanted a foul-mouthed magical ferret for a pet.
"Good morning!" Harry replied, pouring some food into his bowl. He was so used to the Jarvey's language that he barely noticed it anymore. Except when they had company over. That was always interesting.
All four of the larger animals, who were allowed to roam in and out of the large farm house, were happily munching. His full mouth kept Severus' insults to mumbles for the moment. But the morning feedings weren't done. Snowball, the one-eared white rabbit, and Fluffy, the bald Puffskein, were waiting in the hutch on the back patio.
Harry nodded and grabbed the next container of food, tightening the robe around him before he went to the door that led to the backyard. He stepped outside and breathed in the cool morning air of early spring. It was probably a little after seven in the morning and, while Harry had been feeling tired a bit ago, he was wide awake now.
"Good morning," he said as he walked around to the hutch and opened it, peeking inside at the rabbit and Puffskein. "Breakfast!" He scooped out handfuls and placed it in both of their dishes, making sure they had water as well. Snowball hopped excitedly, her one ear twitching, while Fluffy purred as usual.
Harry grinned, petting them both for a few minutes before he closed the hutch. He'd have to remember to let them out for a bit of freedom later on. But for now, it was time to feed the birds upstairs. He went back inside and got the bird food out of the cupboard under the stairs, before he went all the way up and into the attic, which served as their own aviary, stepping inside. He was careful about where he stepped in here, since there were owl droppings everywhere. He pulled his wand out of his robe and murmured a quick Cleaning Spell before he walked further inside.
There was Sherlock, Draco's owl, which was their bigger package delivery owl. Harry also had a regular letter delivery owl, Watson. Then there was Nips, one of the old and definitely senile birds he had rescued, Icarus, who Harry preferred to call Lefty because of his missing right wing, and finally Milton, their blind owl. Then Tonks, the mute Fwooper, which was just as well since the song of a Fwooper could drive a person insane. Tonks, being a day bird, was just waking up and shaking out her rainbow feathers.
Harry went around to each bird's pans and filled them with food, petting each animal. He loved that he had a home that could house so many animals that weren't as fortunate as others. The two healthy owls tended to hunt at night, of course, but still liked the food Harry gave them. The other four needed more help from Harry. Nips, for example, was senile and would fly in circles when he was able to take to the air. Now, he earned his name by nipping Harry's hand.
"Ah, good morning to you, too, Nips," Harry said, pulling his hand back and rubbing at the spot where he had bit down. He walked over to Tonks next, watching her for a moment. "Morning, beautiful." He filled her pan next. Tonks rubbed his hand with her head, and the rest of the owls made soft hooting sounds which Harry took as their greetings and thanks.
Once that was all done, Harry went back downstairs to get started on breakfast. He stopped in the loo first to brush his teeth and use the toilet. He preferred to shower with Draco, so that would be for later. Heading back into the kitchen after washing his hands, Harry began pulling out food. He made sausage and eggs with fruit on the side and then brewed tea for Draco and coffee for himself. He finally began walking up the stairs with the tray floating behind him. "Awake yet?" he asked as he stepped inside of their bedroom.
Draco had, as usual, sprawled across the bed when Harry had left it. The sheet had slipped down so that his back and part of his buttocks showed. One arm was flung across the part of the bed where Harry usually slept and Draco’s face was pressed into the crook of the elbow of the other one. The result was that blond hair and smooth skin was all Harry could see of him. Draco made a kind of non-committal noise in response to Harry's query.
Harry smiled and set the tray down on a side table, taking off his robe and slippers before he got up on the bed, lying down next to his lover. "Wake up," he murmured, kissing Draco’s shoulder a few times.
Draco rolled onto his side, reaching for and wrapping his arms around Harry. It was almost reflex and didn't guarantee the blond was awake yet.
Not unexpectedly, Harry felt his lover's hands travelling down his body, one coming to rest on his bum and squeezing. Harry could also feel Draco's usual morning arousal rubbing against his thigh. As always, just feeling Draco against his thigh excited Harry, and he reached to push down the boxers.
That allowed the questing hand more access and Draco certainly made use of it, fingers stroking and pinching Harry's arse. Draco hummed and reached his other hand between them, wrapping around Harry's growing erection.
Harry moaned softly, his hips moving to thrust into Draco's hand. Somewhere in the back of his mind he thought that their food would get cold but, at that moment, he really didn't care. There were spells for that.
Draco was definitely waking up and this was his favourite way to greet the day. He kissed the top of that head of black hair, working his hand up and down Harry's shaft. Three, nearly four, years since he and Harry had become lovers and Draco was still just as hungry for him.
"Draco," Harry whimpered, swallowing as his hips moved faster. "Together, stroke us together."
"Mmm, yes," Draco answered, shifting his hips to line up their cocks and then wrapping his hand around both. He moaned then, fingers of his other hand tightening on Harry's buttocks.
"Fuck," Harry whispered, gently biting down on the skin of Draco's shoulder as they started to move together, wriggling a little so that the hand on his arse could move a little in between them.
Draco responded almost instinctively to that wriggle, fingers sliding down the path they knew well, caressing the puckered hole. His hand on their pricks sped up a little, squeezing the heads together on the upstroke, milking pre-come and then drawing it down their shafts.
"Fuck, yes," Harry gasped, pressing back onto the fingers as Draco's hand sped up, the pleasure building.
His lover's opening was still slightly slick from the night before and Draco pushed his finger inside, both their cocks twitching in his hand as he did. He was panting now, balls tightening with his impending release.
"Close," Harry gasped the moment he felt the finger press inside him, his body beginning to tremble in pleasure.
"Yesss!" Draco hissed, his own warm fluids now spilling out, coating his hand and both of their cocks.
Harry shuddered and came a moment later, his hand gripping Draco's arm. "Oh, Draco," he whispered.
Draco hummed again, still holding sticky flesh, feeling their combined warmth as they sputtered and then slowly began to soften. "Morning, Harry," he answered, rubbing his face in his lover's hair. "Kiss me."
"Morning," Harry murmured, tilting his head up to give Draco a soft kiss.
Draco's grey eyes blinked sleepily, smiling at Harry before nibbling the man's lips with his own and then rubbing their noses together too.
"Sometimes I forget how cranky you are before your morning wank," Harry mumbled, smiling.
Draco wriggled his finger still inside Harry, teasing him before sliding it out. "Yes, orgasm, then tea and talking," he agreed. He reluctantly uncurled his spunk covered hand. "Mmm, clean us?"
Harry pulled the hand up to his mouth and licked away most of it before he reached for his wand and spelled the rest of the mess away. "Gonna have to warm the food up," he said, sitting up with his back against the pillows.
Grinning at his lover's pre-breakfast snack, Draco sighed contentedly and sat up. He stretched, arms high and muscles moving as he shook out his shoulder-length blond hair. Harry liked it longer, and since Draco had resigned from St Mungo's over three years ago, he didn't have to please anyone else.
Harry reached to tuck a bit of Draco's hair behind his ear, looking into Draco's eyes for a moment. "Love you," he said softly.
"Love you, too," Draco answered, reaching for the breakfast tray and picking up his tea.
[Glad they're back?]