Chapter two
Fabian Prewitt was for a word dashingly good looking. His hair was the same almost crimson red of Bill, Charlie and Ginny's rather than the more orangey ginger the other children possessed. It was what looked shoulder length and tied back at the base of his head, his skin was tanned a deep golden with a few freckles over his nose and under his eyes, deep blue sapphire eyes that glinted with warmth but shone with a fiery nature that Harry caught glimpses of in Ron. He was a tall man at what was probably 6,3 and had broad shoulders and what looked like a nicely muscled frame to match. He had a powerful presence that Harry could feel trickling over him already, as his eyes drank Harry in with that hope and…something else Harry couldn't put his finger on.
"Harry, it is good to finally meet you," Fabian smiled and bowed when he saw Harry shifting awkwardly in place not sure what he was meant to do now. However that smile and the words made his legs go slightly jelly like. At least attraction to his husband to be was not going to be an issue, though his mind did make the unfortunate jump to the men from those 'bodice ripper' stories Dean thought the rest of them didn't know he read.
"Hi," He choked out before blushing mortified. Fabian however smiled wider and stepped into the circle, walking towards him with a prowl that reminded Harry more of a predator than a man, and Merlin did it work for this man! He was stunned when upon reaching him Fabian gently cupped the back of his head and pressed their lips together. It was completely chaste and gentle, barely lasting a few seconds but it still left his lips tingling.
"I apologise, but I have been waiting months to be able to do that," Fabian grinned.
"I didn't mind," Harry managed to say.
"Are you sure?" Fabian asked a little concerned his fingers brushing over the blush Harry knew had to be staining his cheeks.
"Honestly no, I just wasn't expecting it," Harry laughed shyly.
"You'll learn quickly I'm an affectionate and tactile man," Fabian chuckled a deep chested chuckle before placing his hand on the small of Harry's back. "Come, let us go home, this has probably been an overwhelming night for you,"
Harry nodded an agreement and started out the room, as Fabian's hand stayed where it was to guide him Harry found himself leaning slightly into the warmth and strength the other man seemed to give out. He was nervous, and well terrified of how fast things were going, but at the same time being in Fabian's presence seemed to make something click in Harry and he felt safe in his presence in a way that shocked him. He wondered absently if this was what Mr Weasley had meant about arranged marriages in the wizarding world.
"I'm going to apparate us home now, ok Harry?" Fabian said as they stepped outside the bank. At Harry's nod Fabian didn't hold onto his arm as Mr Weasley had done, instead he wrapped his arms securely around Harry and apparated them out. Harry found his own arms around Fabian, his hands holding onto his robes for a good few moments after they had arrived.
"Sorry," He said embarrassed trying to tug away, but Fabian's hand cupping the back of his neck stopped him and had him looking up.
"It has most likely been a long and shocking night for you, I am happy that you are accepting comfort from me," Fabian smiled warmly. "Now, the tour can wait till tomorrow, for now how about a warm drink and some talk before bed? I'm sure you have questions for me, and I know I have a few for you," Fabian suggested.
"That would be nice," Harry nodded.
"Good, now take a seat and I will be right back, is hot chocolate ok?" Fabian asked guiding Harry over to a love seat in front of a crackling fireplace.
"That would be pretty amazing right now," Harry smiled slightly. Fabian nodded with an echoing smile, his fingers brushing over Harry's cheek once more before he turned to leave the room in a way that made Harry blush again. It was almost as though he could not believe Harry was real.
Once he watched Fabian disappearing out the room Harry looked around, automatically trying to get a hint of his future husband from the room. It was decorated with three dove grey walls and one crimson red one over the fireplace, the black leather sofa he was seated on was comfy with slightly high, rounded arms. On the mantle place pictures stood, one of the Weasleys all waving madly at him from the frame, one of Mrs and Mr Weasley on what had to be their wedding day with Fabian and who could only be Gideon grinning proudly on either side of the happy couple, a picture of Gideon with his arm wrapped around a pretty blonde haired woman on what looked like their wedding day with Fabian grinning beside Gideon and Mr and Mrs Weasley beside his wife, one of just the seven Weasley children, all piled in together from what looked a good few years ago looking at Ginny and Ron, and a picture of a quite young little girl carefully holding a baby boy - Rose and Samuel - he would guess.
Looking further he saw long red velvet curtains closed over a window, a huge TV that would have made the Dursleys drool was sitting in sight of the sofa he was on with shelves stacked with DVDs next to it.
"Here we are," Fabian stepped back into the room carrying two cups, his eyes drinking over Harry. He sat down close enough that their legs were pressed together before passing Harry one of the cups. Harry flushed slightly when he then placed the free arm over the back of the sofa behind Harry. "I'm sorry…" Fabian winced and started to pull his arm away, only to pause when Harry tentatively placed his hand over his wrist.
"Its ok, I… I like it," Harry said not able to look at the man from embarrassment, Fabian stopped that however when he hooked a gentle finger under Harry's chin.
"If I do something to make you uncomfortable, or that you aren't ready for, or that you don't like I want you to tell me straight away ok? No worried about hurting my feelings or that I will get angry," Fabian said firmly.
"Ok…I do like it though. I feel safe and…calmer," Harry told him.
"Our magic is compatible, and the contract is already partially in place between us, that will ease some of the discomfort between us, it will give a natural pull," Fabian explained as he settled his arm behind Harry again. Before he could talk himself out of it Harry shifted so he was a little closer to Fabian, feeling pleased when the older man smiled at him.
"You said you have known about this for a few months?" Harry asked taking a sip of his hot chocolate.
"Molly and Arthur got in touch with me about five months ago. As I said in my letter, I have been looking to marry for a good year or so now, but no one has been right. They told me about the slightly mad plan that they had come up with and asked if I would consider you. I will admit at first I was going to say no, you are young and I am looking to start a family. But the more they spoke about you… I agreed, and I have been waiting since then for this day," Fabian chuckled as Harry blushed.
"I want a family, my own family. Voldemort is gone and I… I have a chance at a future now, children, that is something I want," Harry clarified for the older man.
"I reckon between the two of us we can produce some kids that would blow peoples socks off," Fabian grinned getting a laugh from Harry he had hoped for.
"I don't want to disappoint you. You are going to have to go against Dumbledore and face being my husband and I…" Harry's slightly miserable words were cut off by Fabian's lips, another chaste but tender kiss being placed there. He pulled away but kept his face close to Harry's as he stroked his cheek.
"Stop right there. One, I am aware of what I am going against, and I will do so gladly at your side, I am gaining from what I can see is a kind, caring, strong, powerful, generous, loving, gorgeous husband who I am sure already coming to adore. Two, the only way you will ever disappoint me is by not being exactly who you are. And three, Dumbledore can go swivel on that bloody high horse of his for all I care," Fabian told Harry firmly.
"I…no one has told me to just be me before," Harry blinked before mentally cursing at the admission.
"I want Harry, just Harry, my husband who I am going to build a life with here in our home, build a family with and live out my lie with," Fabian shook his head, combing his fingers through Harry's hair.
"I want peace, love, a family," Harry whispered the admission he had locked away in his heart for so long.
"Then let me give it to you," Fabian answered just as softly, leaning closer to press kisses to Harry's face.
"You could break my heart," Harry bit his lip trying not to give into the drugging, lulling feeling of Fabian's fingers in his hair, his body so close, his lips over his face.
"And you mines Harry. But I won't, I want to love you, to shower you in all the love and affection you deserve, to treat you the way you deserve. I want to give you the children you desire and ensure the peace you long for," Fabian murmured as he pulled Harry's body closer to his own.
"What's going on?" Harry asked slightly panicked at the feeling of his magic dancing through his veins and the fire lighting his skin.
"It seems we all underestimated how compatible our magic would be, and how much we would both want this. Magic is a sentient being, when both of us agreed to the bonding it started to twine us together, when we met even more so. It is urging the bonding on now, because we both apparently wish for it. If you aren't ready you need to tell me now Harry," Fabian explained through gritted teeth. From where his hand was resting on Fabian's shoulder Harry could feel the strength the man was having to use to hold himself back. He quickly considered his options while battling with himself as well. He was going to bond with Fabian, if they were ready now, if this passion and pleasure was burning between them now, why put it off? They both wanted each other this much! And his body was singing for the other man's, for their joining.
"Yes, now, please now!" Harry gasped out clinging tighter to the bigger man. Fabian let out a noise almost like a wounded animals and then his lips searched out Harry's. This was no chaste kiss. The hunger and desire Harry was feeling seemed to be pushed through the kiss in equal measure from Fabian. He guided Harry's mouth open and stroked his tongue along his lips before plunging inside to devour Harry and light the flame inside of him even brighter. Harry gasped before clinging onto the strong shoulders and kissing back as best he could.
He hummed in pleasure as Fabian took him apart with his kiss alone until every bone in his body was limp but his muscles seemed to be burning. He was aching already pressing against his dragon hide trousers, and he could feel Fabian's pressed against his hips.
He allowed the older man to strip him out his robes, despite the magic blazing between them Fabian took his time, stroking over Harry's pale skin and placing kisses as he revealed it. When his upper body was fully bare Harry reached up before becoming unsure, but before he could retreat Fabian's hands gently captured his own and as he kissed him again with a drugging kiss he guided them to his robe buttons. Still uncertain of being able to do this Harry undid the buttons as quickly as he could without being able to see them considering he was busy exploring Fabian's mouth the same way the man had done to him, much to his enjoyment if the noises he was receiving were anything to go by. However when his hands touched bare skin he could not stop himself from pulling back and looking as he pushed the robes down Fabian's arms and drank in the tanned flesh.
He was just as defined as Harry had thought, the robes most definitely highlighting him. He brushed shaky fingers down over Fabian's chest and down his stomach, his eyes flickering upwards to make sure this was ok. His answer was a deep hungry look that caused him to shiver with desire. Bravely he leant forwards and brushed his lips over Fabian's chest before lightly scraping his teeth over the flesh, following by a soothing kiss.
"Harry!" Fabian grunted, threading his fingers through Harry's hair and pulling him back to kiss him. He let out a startled noise when Fabian gripped him tightly around his waist and under his legs and then stood, hurrying out the room. "I refused to allow your first time, our first time, to be on a sofa," Fabian explained as he hurried up the stairs, his lips not able to stop themselves from searching out Harry's skin, licking and kissing at his neck before seeking out his lips again.
The only impression Harry got of the bedroom that night was silver, and a massive, comfortable bed with soft sheets. The rest was Fabian, of crimson hair coming lose when he tugged the tie out, of strong hands stroking over every inch of his body, tugged his trousers off and then following by taking Harry's off. Of lips caressing his skin, down his stomach before sliding over his hot length and sucking driving Harry's body higher to the heat and singing with pleasure as magic started to spark visibly in the air around them. He was only aware of pleasure as Fabian slowly eased a slicked finger into him as he carried on sucking and bobbing his head around Harry's length, only adding a second finger when Harry released himself with a strangled shout of pleasure.
His body pleasure relaxed and still dancing with pleasure welcomed the second finger and then third as Fabian stretched and prepared him with a careful tenderness that lit his heart. Finally he could take it no longer, his body was screaming for them to join, aching for Fabian and his magic demanding the sealing of the bond between them. Reaching out his arms in plea, his voice too wrecked to speak the words needed Fabian answered, moving into his welcoming arms and lining himself up with Harry's entrance. In one push he eased himself inside of Harry, both of them gasping as the others magic caressed over their bodies in welcome. Harry groaned out, arching his body into his now husband's as Fabian with drew halfway before thrusting back in.
They moved together in a frenzied need, their bodies locking into the same rhythm and guiding them closer and closer to the edge. Fabian's lips were constantly seeking Harry's out and then pulling away so that he could hear the noises his husband made, Harry's hands stroking through the long hair, his fingers digging into Fabian's shoulder as he thrust down against Fabian when he hit his prostate. Finally when it started to feel too much, the coil stretching to its tightest Fabian sealed their lips together one last time and nipped at Harry's bottom lip, the younger man crying out loudly in pleasure as he spilled his pleasure between them, clinging onto his husband tightly as Fabian's magic roared through his body seemingly filling him. The feeling of his magic being welcomed into Harry was too much for Fabian and with one last hard thrust of his hips he spilled into his husband, groaning as Harry's magic washed through him dragging the pleasure out further than he had ever felt before. And then they both choked out cries when they felt their magic leaving the other to twine together above them, sealing them together tightly and completely.
When he came back to himself Fabian realised he was draped over his smaller lover and started to move but Harry made a distressed noise and clung tightly to him, almost asleep already. Gripping onto Harry to show he wasn't leaving him Fabian managed to flip them onto their side with his remaining energy, holding Harry tightly to him not willing to allow his husband from his side as their new bond sparked and soared through him. Harry snuggled closer into his chest and held onto him as they did a little shuffle to figure out where their legs were going to go.
"My husband," Fabian whispered reverently, pushing off the need for sleep for a little longer as he ran his fingers through Harry's hair and looked down at the gorgeous young man who was more than he had ever been able to imagine.
"My husband," Harry mumbled in response, his hand dropping to Fabian's heart.
"Its all yours," Fabian promised. "Sleep, we will talk in the morning," He urged.
"Thought that was what we were supposed to be doing tonight," Harry said, one green eye peering up at him mischievously making Fabian chuckle.
"You are too irresistible mon petit," Fabian husked brushing their lips together languidly.
"More like the other way around," Harry shook his head before losing his fight with sleep, his eyes fluttering shut under Fabian's awed gaze.
"My husband," He sighed happily holding Harry closer and allowing himself to fall asleep.