A/N: I am not the only one who adopted this story from Hazel. If you see another story by the same title with the same summary don't worry about copiers. We both have the same first chapter, but nothing else. I'm not even going to read the other version of this story, I don't want to accidentally steal someone else ideas.

Beta: This story is Un-Beta'd as of right now. I am looking to work with a beta if anyone reading this is interested. I tried asking a few people who are registered beta's, but they either hadn't seen any Fast and the Furious movies, or hadn't read Harry Potter.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT own Fast and the Furious or its characters. I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters either. Neither story would have ended the same had I owned them. (Evil cackles)

"Do you feel all right?" He was still staring into those too-green eyes, not taking notice of his surroundings. "Dom?" A moment's pause and then again, "Dom!" The worried voice shook him out of his musings on the man in front of him and back to the real world. A world where he wasn't ravishing the beauty in front of him.

"Yes? Oh…I'm fine." His voice sounded distant, even to his own ears. "I'm fine." He repeated his words at the look of concern on the other man's face. That worry made a distinct line appear on the otherwise smooth, young face of Harry. "You shouldn't frown." Dom's voice was distant and sounded muffled in his own head. He tried to clear his throat but all he managed was a small rasp. "It makes your pretty face look…" The older man seemed to be searching for a word. All the while Harry was looking worriedly at Dom. The man seemed to have lost more blood than either of them thought. "It makes your face look not pretty." Dom's words were barely mumbled through a relaxed mouth before he slumped down in the small chair.

"Oh shite…" Harry looked at the man passed out in his kitchen chair and wondered what to do. The first thing that came to mind was to check his pulse. That was the logical thing to do if someone fainted suddenly. He reached out a pale had and rested long fingers on a stubble cover neck. It took him a moment of searching before he felt the hard, steady thumping of the other man' s veins through the pads of his fingers. He breathed a quick sigh of relief. It was good knowing that a man hadn't died in his kitchen. "Okay…now what?"

Harry knew that he couldn't just leave this man, Dom, sitting passed out in his rickety little dining chair. The angle Dom's head was titled would give him a crick in his neck really fast. Not to mention it couldn't have been that comfortable. The long, jean-clad legs were stretched out in front of him, causing a strip of ripped abs to be revealed. The tan, muscular arms were folded and resting on his toned chest. Dom's head was titled completely to the left, causing the muscles in the right side of his neck to stretch tightly.

'The man really is quite handsome.' The thought slipped into Harry's mind before he had the chance to stop it. 'You can't think like that. It won't do either of you any good.' He scolded himself quickly, knowing that he couldn't get attached to this man. Attachment lead to problems; problems that included hidden truths and painful pasts. 'It doesn't matter that you trusted this man faster than anyone in quite a while. It was just a moment of… A moment of temporary insanity.' He tried to reason out why he had trusted this stranger. Harry wouldn't though. It was just one of his feelings that he had a tendency to follow. Sometimes it ended up good, sometimes bad.

"Come on; let's get you moved somewhere comfortable." Harry knew he was too small to move this muscular man by himself. He'd have to try and wake Dom up. Harry put his hands on Dom's shoulder and couldn't help himself when he gave a light squeeze to the wide expanses of skin. The feel of the tight, hard muscle under his fingers sent sparks toward his nether regions and caused highly inappropriate images to flash across his mind. Most of the scenarios had him on his back, with Dom above him. A main occurrence was the feel of heated flesh meeting that of the man above him. 'Stop that!' He forcefully brought his mind out of the proverbial gutter and focused on trying to shake the other man awake.

"Mmmm…ngghhh…" That was the first indication that Harry's plan of waking the older man was working to an extent. Harry said Dom's name a few times before he got a coherent response. "Wha?" The voice sounded groggy from sleep, but was still a deep, husky sound. Though Harry tried to ignore it, the electricity coursing through his body only intensified at the rich tone of Dom's voice. "Where?"

Dom was trying to get a grip on his surroundings when he spotted the small, willowy figure before him. This man was just a beautiful as when he first spotted him, carrying groceries and a baby. The green eyes were focused intently on him with an obvious look of concern, sending warmth throughout his entire body. To know that a beauty, a practical stranger, like Harry was concerned over him… It healed his scarred soul.

"Dom? Are you okay? You kind of passed out." Harry had leaned in so his face was in close proximity to Dom's, trying to make sure Dom was lucid and okay. The teen sighed in relief when Dom replied.

"I'm fine. Really. It was just from the blood loss." His deep voice was still a little weak, but he knew that if he could sleep for a good eight hours he would be fine. Harry still looked concerned so he continued with his reassurances. "I feel alright now," It was a lie both of them spotted, but Dom continued anyways, "but if I could sleep for a few hours…" The older man trailed off, not wanting to impose on Harry's hospitality, but he really wanted to get to know this man personally.

"Yeah, of course. You can bunk with me." Harry couldn't turn this man away, no matter that he had just met him. He just wanted to…to be close to the older man. It just felt natural. He ingnored the logical part of his brain that was screaming his earlier thoughts about attachment issues and continued on with his offer. "I think staying the night would really help you heal some."

"What d'you mean 'bunk with you'?" Dom's mind was conjuring up several situations connected to those words, and they all involved them both naked and together. If Harry meant what Dom thought he meant, they would be sharing a bed. He didn't think he could handle being that close to the beauty without touching.

"Well, I only have one bed and my couch is the most uncomfortable thing to sleep on. I don't mind sharing a bed. I mean, if you do, mind that is, we don't have to." Harry made himself stop rambling and looked up shyly at Dom. He didn't want to be presumptuous about the other man, but he could have sworn the older man was checking him out earlier. It wasn't that he thought they would do anything tonight. They didn't know each other even remotely well enough for that. Harry just thought it would be nice to sleep near Dom; from the small touches he had used to treat the other's wounds, Harry knew Dom just radiated warmth. It would be pleasing, to say the least, to have that body wrapped around him tonight.

"I don't mind." Dom could barely contain the small smile wanted to break across his face. Inside his mind was racing with one thought, 'I get to sleep with Harry!' He knew he might have a problem when he woke u in the morning, but it was worth a night wrapped around the smaller man. Oh, normally Dom didn't move much in his sleep, but Harry didn't know that. Dom would end up with his arms around the younger man before the night ended. All he had to do was make it look like he did it in his sleep.

Dom followed Harry onto a back bedroom and didn't even take a moment to look around. He was focused on Harry and how he moved to unfurl the sheets and climb beneath them. Dom followed suit, only taking the time to pull off his jeans and bloodstained t-shirt. That left him standing in his blue boxers and a grey wife beater. They didn't speak as Dom got into bed and whispered goodnights were traded only a few minutes before Harry drifted off into sleep. Dom waited a few minutes before turning over and wrapping a strong arm around Harry's slim waist. Right before he drifted off, Dom made himself one promise. He would have Harry as his. He wanted Harry as his.

Everyone who's ever know Dominic Toretto would say one thing that is very prominent in his personality. What Dominic sets his mind to, usually comes to pass.

A/N: Okay, that's the second chapter of the story, first chapter I've written. I've had loads of people add my story to favorites or to an alert list, but I have very few reviews. I will never hold a story hostage for reviews, but I do wish to know what people like/dislike about my stories. It really helps me as a writer.

Thanks to everyone who added me/my story to favorites or alert lists. It makes me feel very special.

Alex