Fic: Promised - Chapter 118
Title: Promised
Author: neddiheht (Ashavan Doyon)
Artist: ritalaura2000
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: All ATWT characters the property of P&G/Telenext. Harry Potter and the characters associated with that universe belong to J. K. Rowling, Warner Brothers, and Scholastic. No copyright infringement intended. No profit made from this fiction.
Characters/Pairings: Noah/Draco, Luke/Neville, Luke/Noah, Draco/Harry. Some mention of other fun pairings not involving Luke, Noah, Draco or Harry.
Word Count: 205,207
Warnings alternate universe, graphic sex, arranged marriages, mpreg, some mention of non-consensual sex. This is a Nuke fic set largely in the Harry Potter verse and combined with a Drarry pairing.
Summary: Luciano Grimaldi was a perfectly happy young wizard. His family carefully neutral during the war, he has found happiness in the years since Voldemort's fall with herbologist, hero, and friend of the Savior, Neville Longbottom. Only he's just been informed that in the tradition of ancient pure blood families, he was promised at birth, in an offering to keep his family safe, to the son of infamous American Death Eater Winston Mayer.
Noah Mayer is a very unhappy wizard. In love for years with fellow Death Eater Draco Malfoy, the two young men have secretly found solace and love in each others arms, dreading the day they knew would come. They are promised, in the traditions of the oldest families. Promised to young wizards who didn't know. Married, for all intents and purposes, almost at birth to strangers who will doubtless hate them. Now they must surrender to duty and obligation. Now they must turn their backs on a love they know and risk everything for what might be. Noah always knew he hated pure blood traditions. This was why.
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Chapter 118
Soft kisses pressed into Noah's neck, into his back.
"Didn't we just do this?" asked Noah softly, turning to lay on his back on the bed.
"What? After the ceremony?" said Luke, kissing the claim mark on Noah's shoulder. "That was... rushed."
Noah smiled. It had been. A rushed consummation and a return to the reception before any of Luke's relatives caused a total melt down. They'd been too late, of course, returning to find Minerva and Kingsley in a heated argument with Luke's mother and grandmother while Emma and Luke's sisters had watched hopelessly unable to stop the fighting.
Luke had not been pleased to come from the bliss of love making, however hasty, to a room full of arguing adults all confident that they knew best. Kingsley had been the voice of reason, noting that the ceremony was exactly what Noah and Luke had wanted it to be: Noah's submission, yielding naked and open and bare to surrender to his mate.
Minerva supported the relationship, but was scandalized to have not one but two professor's yielding themselves in submission to a wolf. That Noah had gone the traditional route of claiming rites and worn nothing beneath the robes he shed during the ceremony had not helped with Minerva's sense of propriety, even if she'd known the choice in advance.
Lily had been practically screaming that Luke belonged to Neville and that was what had been meant to be. Lucinda had argued that the Ministry ought to have banned Unbreakable promise bindings long ago. And both seemed determined that Noah, as a former Death Eater, belonged in Azkaban. Kingsley's quiet assertion that this hardly seemed helpful, as surely they wanted Luke to enjoy a hale sane mate rather than an insane one he'd have to marry in a cold cell and consummate in a quasi-supervised conjugal visit had not helped.
The arguing had grown so bad that Narcissa had departed, taking Teddy and Ethan both from the hall to floo from her sons' quarters to Grimmauld Place.
"Could have been worse love. Faith could have seen both of us naked instead of just me," laughed Noah.
"I'm glad you find some humor in this," said Luke, rolling over on his back next to Noah. "She cornered me after to ask how I could possibly take something that big."
"She didn't!"
"Yes, she did. Redder than I've ever seen her, but she did."
"Well. Now I have that to look forward to at family visits. Knowing your whole family has seen me naked," said Noah. His laugh was a bit subdued. "If I'm even invited to family visits."
"We could go to the Grimaldi Estate for holidays," said Luke, his voice equally glum. "Damian accepted you. Witnessed. Acknowledged you and our daughter both as Grimaldi."
"You know I think you need to come to an understanding with your father, Luke, but that's not what I meant," said Noah. "Holidays will be with the Snyder family and you know it. And they hate me."
Luke pulled Noah's hand to his lips and kissed it. "The Snyders love you. It's the Walsh women that hate you."
"Great, so I've pissed off all the people in your family that can cast a proper hex!"
"You didn't piss them off. Emma and my dad, they'll," Luke hesitated, "it'll get better, Noah."
"It's okay, love," said Noah. "I was a Death Eater. I can deal with people hating me. As long as I have you with me."
Luke smiled. "You are mine, baby. They can't take you away from me, ever."
Noah smiled and rolled on top of him. "You mean that?"
Luke smiled at the not unpleasant feel of his mate pressed against him. "I mean that."
"You know," said Noah, leaning down to brush his lips gently against Luke's, "it is our wedding night."
"You think I could forget that?" asked Luke with a chuckle. "I... I don't want to hurt anything," he said, a hand pressing gently against Noah's abdomen.
"It's good for the baby, love. To feel our magic merge and surround her," said Noah. "Don't worry. She's safe. I'll keep her safe, always."
Luke leaned up to touch his forehead against Noah's. "Ours. God, I love you so much."
"Same here," said Noah. "Make me yours, Luke, please."
Luke rolled Noah over and rested on top of him, pulling both their wands from the white trousers they'd worn when they returned to the reception and sliding them under their respective pillows. "What do you want me to do?"
Noah's hand moved to the pillow and he banished their trousers, leaving them both naked on the bed. He slipped his wand back under the pillow and smiled as he felt Luke's hardening length against him. He kissed Luke again, a slow deep kiss that left them both breathless after. "Yours," whispered Noah softly.
Luke leaned into him to press lips against the claim on his shoulder, to press a teasing kiss into the flesh of his neck, his fingers stroking Noah's right side as the light from their marks grew quite suddenly very strong. "Want you."
"Belong to you."
"Mmm. I know," said Luke, nuzzling into his neck, his fingers sliding down the mark, resting very briefly on Noah's hip before moving to grasp Noah around his hardening length. He kissed Noah's neck gently. "You didn't say what you wanted..."
Noah ran his fingers through Luke's hair. "Owned."
"But I asked..."
"Love, that is what I want. I want to be owned. To be yours. Make me yours."
"Already mine," said Luke, his tongue flicking out to tease against the rim of Noah's ear. "Always."
"You wanted me..."
"Always want you, bubby," said Luke, his tongue skirting along the rim of Noah's ear as he whispered the words. "Always need you." He began to slide in gentle thrusts against Noah's body. "Want to feel you next to me."
Noah turned his head to catch Luke's lips and kiss him, so gently, like there was nothing in the world he'd ever want more than to feel soft lips against his, so tender and sweet. His hands moved to Luke's chest, running through the hair there, the feel of Luke's body like electricity filling him. "I belong to you," he said softly.
Luke tugged gently on Noah's hardened cock. "All of you is mine, bubby."
"I... I made us something special for tonight, love."
"Our pup..."
"I wouldn't do anything, anything," Noah turned Luke's face so they were looking directly at each other, "to jeopardize our daughter."
Luke nodded and laid his head against Noah's chest. "I just. I need to protect her. To protect both of you."
Noah whispered a word and a vial sailed across the room to land comfortably in his hands. One handed he ended up pulling the cork stopper out with his teeth as he wrapped his legs around Luke's waist. Luke's eyes exploded, showing only a trace of brown around the edges as his nose twitched. Noah smiled and kissed Luke on the cheek, moving the bottle under Luke's nose and watching as his eyelids fluttered and his eyes rolled back. "Holy fuck, Noah," he whispered.
"For you. It's... it's a duplicate of my slick when I went into heat, without the added bits that made me ripe and wanton," Noah chuckled. "Not that those parts weren't wonderful, but like the parts that make my body produce this," he nodded at the bottle, "they aren't safe for our pup. But it's certainly safe to use it as lube.
Luke was fighting for control. "Noah, I. What if I..."
"I'm not afraid of your beast, Luke. But you didn't lose it when I was really in heat and I don't think you will now unless you want to."
Luke gulped as Noah handed him the bottle.
"I am your possession, love."
Luke shook his head. "I own you, baby, you're mine. But you're so much more than that." Luke kissed him and didn't let go. He didn't let go as he poured the contents of the bottle over Noah's arse, or as he rubbed the slick over Noah's groin and cock. He didn't let go as he pressed slick fingers into Noah's arse, making the man's leg's tighten around Luke's waist. He didn't let go as he poured the last of the bottle into his hand and set it aside, blindly, too focused on the desperately mad kiss to see where the bottle went as he rubbed the slick of Noah's liquids and pheromones into his cock and pressed it into the wrinkled muscle.
Finally, pressed hard against twitching muscle, he released Noah from his kiss. "Gently, yeah?" he said, making very soft thrusts that only began to push the muscle aside.
"You're never gentle," said Noah.
Luke shook his head. "Sometimes gentle is better," he said, still thrusting softly without fully breaching into Noah's body."
Noah moaned. "But I want you..."
"Mmmm," said Luke, the gentle thrusts pushing against the resistance and pressing into Noah but still not yet breaching him. "Need you to want me."
"Please!" wailed Noah. "Want you inside me..."
Luke shook his head. "Want to go slow," he said, "make it last for you."
"But I'm yours..."
Luke smiled and leaned in to kiss him again, "I know. And I want you to remember this always." His eyes rolled back and he moaned as the gentle thrusting finally carried him past the muscle and into Noah.
Noah whimpered as he was entered only briefly but then again and again and again. Luke's head was thrown back in ecstatic pleasure and he was still being so very gentle. Noah wrapped his arms around Luke, crossing them behind his neck and pressed a kiss to his throat at his adam's apple. He whimpered again as Luke's thrust brought him inside and clenched his arse muscles tight, using his legs to pull Luke tighter to him.
Luke's eyes flew open as he was pulled deep into Noah. "Noooaaaah!" he cried out his head falling forward to kiss Noah's neck. He was deeply seated now and not moving, his cock pulsing against Noah's sphincter.
"Yours," said Noah. "Need you."
Luke thrust very gently, still seated tight against Noah's arse. "Wanted to be gentle."
Noah leaned up and kissed him very seriously. "Like it," said Noah, "but you can be gentle and be inside me at the same time..."
"You," said Luke panting as he continued his almost too gentle abbreviated thrusts, "Have. No. Patience."
Noah smiled behind rapid breaths. Their angle was good and even with these thrusts his body was lighting up as Luke's cock brushed his prostate just so at the end of each stroke. He could barely believe he was managing to be even a little coherent. He tightened his legs against Luke's waist and pushed the next stroke in deeper, right into that... "Oh fuck, Luke!!!"
Luke panted as his thrust was forced deeper, not sure how he was keeping from coming on the spot. Noah's hands were on his chest again, running through the hair there and the touch had his flesh alight with sensation. It was good, distracting him enough to keep him thrusting, to keep him moving against Noah, who kept pushing up into his thrusts and moaning... fuck the moaning. He kissed Noah then, swallowing the sound of the moans with his own mouth and dancing against Noah's tongue.
He pulled away from the kiss reluctantly. It was a difficult angle, even face to face, and Noah's substantial height made it difficult to kiss him for long. He settled for attacking Noah's neck instead as his thrusts slowly morphed into something less gentle, sharper, deeper. The little cries Noah let out with each thrust made Luke wish he could last forever. But if he could the thrusts wouldn't be driving him faster, wouldn't have him whimpering cries into the love bites that were growing to cover Noah's neck, to cover his shoulder, deep bruising marks that literally sucked blood through the skin, touching Luke's lips with the taste of copper and iron.
"Love. You." Luke managed. He was proud to be able to talk at all with sensations surrounding his cock and the taste of Noah on his lips and strong hands making his chest hum with startling electricity.
Noah's moans had grown desperate, and he shook against Luke's body as Luke continued thrusting with a twist of his hips that sent Noah writhing, fisting the soft hair in his hands that he couldn't bear to let go of. "Fuck... fuckfuckfuck, Luke. Want. Luke. Claim."
Luke leaned in to kiss him again as he thrust deep and then ran the bridge of his nose against Noah's cheek. He pushed startlingly deep for a moment and Noah cried out. The scent of the pheromones had Luke struggling against the beast. Noah was right, he did want it. But this was about their wedding night, about Noah being cherished as his, not about loosing his wolf on a husband who didn't, couldn't know what it was to take someone with tooth and claw and fur. He opened his eyes wide, wondering if Noah could see the beast in the solid black. "Mine," he growled, the rumble deep in his throat.
"Yes!" cried Noah, "uh, yes, fuck, uh, Luke! Yours!"
Luke set his forehead against Noah's as he thrust with total abandon into the heat of his love. He was beyond the ability to take it gently. "L-love y-you."
"Oh fuck. Merlin. Harder. Want. Luke, pleeeaaase!"
Luke's head dropped from Noah's to lingers at his neck, kissing the mark there sweetly and then moving to the mark over his heart. Luke thrust very hard then and he allowed the wolf the thrill of victory as his teeth grew a bit longer and he sunk them deep into the flesh over Noah's heart. His soul. These were the parts Noah had offered him as gifts. To hold for him in trust. His teeth sank deeper as he let himself go the rest of the way, thrusting hard and deep into Noah over and over as the man screamed his name.
Fuck. Noah was screaming his name. He'd never heard anything quite so beautiful. He felt the spasm of release as he came inside Noah, only Noah's hands against his chest tearing at the soft hair there were holding him up, his own arms collapsing beneath him as his body spent itself completely inside of Noah's body. Dimly he was aware of the swelling of his cock knotting them together. Dimly he was aware of Noah's fingers exploring his body, ruffling through his fur. Dimly he was aware of what fingers running through fur meant, and that he'd managed to love Noah completely as the beast without doing more than laying his claim over Noah's heart as he had almost every time they'd made love since the heat.
He kissed Noah gently, luxuriating in the feel of his fingers. It was different somehow, to feel Noah's fingers running over his back, fingers spread against the golden fur that was covering him. He kept thrusting in a deep grind against Noah, hating that he hadn't made it somehow last longer.
Noah smiled at Luke's mumbled apologies, as he kept himself wrapped against Luke's body. "You know I came twice," said Noah softly into Luke's hair as he kissed him on the top of his head.
Luke looked up at him in wonder. "I..."
"I know... you were so busy making me feel good that you didn't notice," said Noah, kissing him again.
Luke collapsed against him then and Noah smiled as the fur slowly faded. He wrapped himself completely in Luke, using the Grimaldi wizard's wand to pull discarded blankets over them both before returning it under the pillow.
Noah kissed the top of Luke's head a final time, deliberately entwining their limbs. "I love you Luciano," he said softly, allowing his hand to stray to the sore flesh on his chest where the mark over his heart bled and was already showing signs of even more bruising. "Thank you," he whispered the words softly and then held Luciano to him tightly, but gently, until he too fell asleep.
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