Author: Mosh Title: Underwater Note: You may not archive, re-post, or alter any of my stories without my permission. Please contact me first. Thanks! |
Mechtilde's mate, an enormous black and unforgiving Horntail named Brynn, crouched warningly as he followed Harry's movement. He was not at all pleased that someone other than himself had his mate's attention. Harry eyed Brynn warily as he followed Charlie over to the edge of the paddock. Mechtilde puffed out a little cloud of smoke in Harry's wake, and Brynn grunted. "She's quite taken with you." Charlie grinned at him briefly. Harry returned his smile half-heartedly. "She's nice," he said. "But I'm not too struck on her husband." Charlie laughed at that. "They mate for life, you know. Don't blame Brynn for feeling a bit jealous." Harry felt his cheeks redden and slipped his hands into his trouser pockets, kicking at the pebbled ground. "So you said there's another kind?" "I'll show you," Charlie said, indicating for Harry to follow him. "Tomorrow." They went back to Charlie's caravan. As with the tent at the Quidditch World Cup over seven years before, the inside was far greater than it looked on the outside, but Harry still marvelled, every time. As did he marvel at the slow and satisfying burn of Charlie's erect cock, as it slowly, perfectly filled him. It was the kind of respite he needed, after the years of hell he'd endured back in England during the war. The heated, steady fucking was a blissful escape; the pinch of Charlie's fingers on his hips, the slap of gorgeous freckled skin against his arse... it was needed. Charlie had known exactly what Harry needed, and had stated as much within an hour of Harry arriving in Romania. He eventually collapsed on the bed hours later, covered in his own come and slow-blossoming bruises. Harry hadn't felt so relaxed and sated in a long time. As he began to doze off, he felt the familiar pull of Charlie's arms. A strong, comforting grip held him through the night. When the nightmares were at their worst, Charlie's soft voice would break through the haze, soothing him. When the candles started to splutter, when the caravan walls shuddered under the force of Harry's magic, Charlie was there to hold him down, placate him. Charlie was well trained in calming wild creatures, after all.
As he caught his breath, Harry was handed a slick palmful of Gillyweed. He swallowed it after a moment or two, barely having time to reminisce, before having to dive in lest he suffocated. There was a great splash as Charlie joined him underwater. He pulled Harry to him and kissed him. It was an unusual and startling sensation - not having to breathe, not needing to draw air in. Their tongues stroked rhythmically, limbs weightless and artless, twining together in the cool, still water as their hands and feet morphed into fins. Charlie pulled back and smiled, his gills contracting as he said something Harry couldn't make out. Harry smiled back. He gave a quick thumbs-up, feeling absolutely ridiculous when Charlie smirked and beckoned him to follow. Charlie swam off with the kick of thick, muscled legs. He seemed to effortlessly cut through the water like he was born from it. Harry, on the other hand, floundered along, kicking like mad while trying to steer himself. After a while he forced himself to relax, let the web of his feet take over, let the pleasant slide of the lake water guide him rather than hamper him. He had a hard time keeping up, since Charlie was used to swimming out into the depths and knew where he was headed. Soon enough though, Harry found himself bumping up against a broad back. A freckled arm reached back and clutched him around the waist, pulling him forward until he was pressed against Charlie's side. He allowed himself to comfortably nestle there, waiting for whatever Charlie had stopped them for. Charlie suddenly went rigid beside him. Harry didn't know what he should be anticipating, but by the feel of Charlie's alert body, the pounding of his heart, it was going to be quite spectacular. A moment later the lakebed began to stir, silty water swirling around a dark moving shape. As it edged into view Harry took in a breath of water, feeling it pass through his mouth and out from under his jaw. If he had a voice right then, he would have laughed with wonder. The colossal green water dragon pushed up, its coiled tail curling around the many babies rising beneath it. They were miniature replicas of their mother, excitedly fluttering in the bubbles that she let out from her long snout. Harry felt Charlie's hand reach for his own. He took it, squeezing back. The dragon rose and rose; the babies floated so close Harry could have reached out and touched one, but he dared not, not wanting to disturb their play. They looked like over-grown seahorses, their brittle-looking wings peddling in the water and their eyes black and beady, little jaws nipping at each other as they darted to and fro. Harry couldn't help but smile as he watched them. The mother, thankfully still oblivious that she and her family were being observed, began leading her offspring away into the deeper, darker water, becoming an ever-shrinking dark collage of shapes. Enthralled, Harry waited until the last moment, until his feet tingled and his breath came sharp and pressured. Charlie started to rise, his hand still holding on tightly to Harry's, pulling him up. Harry let himself be lead, let himself drift. They burst out of the water and onto the bank, spluttering. Harry coughed as the remnants of his gills disappeared, water pouring crudely out from his mouth and nose. He lay gasping for a few moments, wiping a hand over his face. "She gets me every time," Charlie murmured, a little breathless, beside him. "Isn't she gorgeous?" "Yeah," said Harry, relaxing flat against the stones with a shiver. "I liked the little ones." He heard Charlie laugh softly and he shifted closer after a second, a solid, pleasant warmth at Harry's side. "So now you've seen them all, pretty much." Charlie inhaled deeply, then let out a long, slow breath. "Feel like going back yet?" Harry shuffled closer still, resting his head against Charlie's damp shoulder and stroking one hand across his broad chest. "Nah. Not yet. I like it here better." As he leaned up to kiss Charlie he caught sight of the brilliant green dragon, as she flipped up above the water in the distance, then plunged back down into the comforting depths. ~fin~ |
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