Top Harry Drabble: Harry/Oberyn(GoT)

Summary: In which Harry loves the Red Viper of Dorne.

Harry glanced to Oberyn, riding ahead of the Dornish party and determined to head to King's Landing with revenge in his heart. The sun shone above them as they rode from the port in the city to the gates, the banners of various Dornish nobles swaying in the wind. Ellaria Sand rode next to him and they exchanged worried looks, both knowing that there was trouble ahead.

Oberyn was bound and determined to get vengeance for Elia and her children and who could blame him? Harry sighed, pondering what he knew of Robert's Rebellion and Westerosi history. Robert hadn't even been a good king nor had he reigned for a long time. Most of the Targaryen kings had ruled far longer than Robert had and there had been quite a bit of peace during the dragon dynasty.

He hadn't been in Westeros for longer than a year but he knew most of their customs and traditions. He had kept mostly to Dorne during these past few months, enjoying the mostly non judgemental attitudes of the Dornish and appreciating their inheritance laws. He had come to like Oberyn's niece, Princess Arianne Martell, the heir to Dorne, and her brothers and Ser Daemon Sand.

Oberyn though… He loved having a lover who was eager and hot, ready for sex anytime Harry was in the mood. He loved him, for being there for Harry while he adjusted to being in Westeros, for readily enough welcoming him and hosting him like a friend. Oberyn had taught him how to ride and had tried to teach him how to fight with a spear but that hadn't gone well. That bit of practice had devolved into sex, particularly hot, sweaty sex.

"You are hopeless."

Harry snorted, rolling his eyes and shifting shape between one step and the next into his panther form. He yowled and charged, his paws sinking into the sand of the practice court and colliding with Oberyn, seeing his amused dark eyes as they both pitched backward into the sand. Harry ended up on two legs again as he lowered down to press a kiss to Oberyn's waiting mouth.

Oberyn grinned up into the kiss and tugged Harry closer as their cocks touched through their clothing, twin, heated gasps filling court. The Martell guards who were in sight and hearing range moved away, either turning their backs or walking off to the walls of the castle.

"Oberyn…" Harry muttered, peeling back the other man's tunic and leaving a trail of kisses up his throat. "Not in the sand."

"We've done it everywhere else," Oberyn argued, his eyes going wide with arousal as Harry's arm trailed down to his cock under his tunic. Sweat dripped down their foreheads and Harry's heart beating so fast. "Besides, I think we scarred my brother and niece for life."

Harry let out a surprised laugh and shook his head. "Your bedroom, Oberyn. I meant your bedroom."

Oberyn smirked and Harry grabbed a hold of him and apparated them to Oberyn's rooms in Sunspear, in the same tower as the rooms for the ruling Prince of Dorne. Of course, right now Prince Doran was in the Water Gardens and Ser Manfrey Martell was the castellan of Sunspear.

They landed right on Oberyn's bed and Harry immediately stepped back, stripping off his sweaty tunic and watching Oberyn do the same. Prince Oberyn Martell, the Red Viper, was the most muscular man Harry had ever seen and it wasn't due to working out in a gym. It was the years and years of spear fighting, the horse back riding and running. It was fighting in a mercenary company in Essos.

Harry wasn't bad himself but he had worked to keep his body in shape, building muscles for speed and endurance, better to best the Death Eaters.

Oberyn's dark hair lay on his shoulders, longer than Harry had ever seen it and his mouth went dry at the look Oberyn was giving him. It was an invitation, a challenge and Harry utterly loved it, closing the distance between them and pushing Oberyn back down onto the bed with a nudge. Both of their cocks had hardened, pre-cum at the tips, not losing anything in the travel.

Oberyn's eyes glinted up at him as they rocked together, as Harry summoned their vial of oil that they used and coated his fingers with it. Oberyn gasped, bucking up into Harry's fingers as he shuffled back a bit to settle in between his legs.

Oberyn's breath hitched as pleasure built at the base of his spine, sparks of it flooding his body. Harry's finger hit that spot and he let out a strangled whine, arching back into Harry's fingers as one became two, fingering him open. "Get on with it, Harry."

"Someone might think you love sex," Harry muttered, his lips twitching up into a grin and his green eyes wide with arousal.

Oberyn snorted, his heart skipping a beat as Harry's fingers disappeared and were replaced with his cock in one big thrust. "Surely… Fuck. Surely, it's not a bad thing. There are worse things to love, you know."

Harry smiled and reached down to pull him into a kiss, adjusting his angle before withdrawing a little bit. Little nipping kisses combined with Harry thrusting back in hardened his cock even more, a trail of licks and little bites down his chest and a little pinch to a nipple threw him over the edge, his release screaming through him. His muscles squeezed around Harry's cock and brought the other man off too. Oberyn let out a strangled growl, pleasure rocketing through his body, his toes curling and his fingers clawing the bedsheets.

He came too as Harry was trailing a light finger over his chest, dipping down to lay kisses on each of his battle scars. There weren't that many but Harry was kissing the few that there were.

"There are worse things to love than sex," Harry murmured, muttering something else in that hissy language of his, the one that made sex even hotter. Parseltongue, Harry called it.

Oberyn's cock was soft but it perked up to attention at that and Harry raised an eyebrow. Oberyn shrugged, a pleased grin on his lips.

"You think your niece will be upset with us if we stay in here for the rest of the afternoon?" Harry questioned, mischief in his eyes.

"We'll tell her it was spear practice," Oberyn said.

Harry let out a laugh at his words and when he tried to stop, one glance at Oberyn was all it took to start laughing again. "You're horrible."

"You love me."

"That I do," Harry said, shrugging in exasperation and winking at him.

The banners of House Baratheon and House Lannister flew over the Red Keep as they rode through the gates of the city. The keep was visible from the Dragon Gate and Harry once again looked at Oberyn, thinking of what was going on in Westeros right now. The War of the Five Kings was being fought in the riverlands right now, with Joffrey Baratheon on the throne. Robb Stark was the King in the North while Stannis was the King in the Narrow Sea. Renly Baratheon had crowned himself King, apparently having disregarded the proper inheritance rules.

And… Oberyn was riding into the pit of lions, the family that tore his sister from him. When Harry had heard of what happened to Oberyn's sister and her children, he had had to take a moment, his stomach had gotten so torn up into knots over that. Lord Tywin Lannister was in the capital at this very moment and so was Ser Gregor Clegane.

Harry stopped his horse, the gentle mare who had put up with him this long, and sighed. Oberyn had had nightmares every week, dreams of what had happened to his sister and Harry had had to hear him scream out for her, for her children.

He glanced to Ellaria Sand, Oberyn's other lover and raised an eyebrow, dipping his head Oberyn's way. Her eyes narrowed as she studied him, her dark eyes worried. They had talked the night before they had left Dorne and Sunspear, talked of their fears of where this revenge would end. If it would ever end.

"Oberyn?" Harry called out, watching as Oberyn stopped his horse and turned.

"Harry?"

"Don't say I never did anything for you!" He disapparated on the spot, disappearing from his horse's saddle amidst the castle and the lions.

He landed amidst a battle and a raging river, though it wasn't a very high river or dangerous river. And it wasn't just any old river. He could see the House Targaryen banners at the south side of the river and the banners of Houses Stark, Arryn, Baratheon and Tully on the northern side of the river.

He sidestepped two men colliding and jumped up into the air, whispering words under his breath, one spell in particular to lift him up and up. He rose over the battle, trying to find one man in particular, one man who had started it all and now who could end it easily. The silver hair was easy to spot in amidst all the black and brown hair and he floated over the bannermen of House Targaryen to hover over Prince Rhaegar Targaryen and Lord Robert Baratheon.

A silence swept over the men below him, stillness erupting out from the center of the fight. Prince Rhaegar Targaryen froze at the sight of him, his mouth dropping open. Robert too froze, his dark blue eyes furious as he zeroed in on the prince.

"Who… Who are you?" Prince Rhaegar questioned, as everyone stopped fighting below Harry.

He could see Lord Eddard Stark, Lord Hoster Tully, Lord Jon Arryn in the fight and quickly spotted Prince Lewyn Martell, Doran, Oberyn and Elia's uncle, fighting to stay standing between three Baratheon men at arms.

"Someone who wants this to stop," Harry spoke, pointing his wand at his throat and magnifying his voice. "This needs to stop. Prince Rhaegar needs to ascend to the throne."

Robert glared at him and was about to open his mouth when Harry vanished.

Harry landed back in King's Landing, fifteen years later and back on his horse. Only this time… There were House Targaryen banners above the Red Keep, the three-headed dragon flying free. He was amongst the Dornish contingent and he could see his lover, Oberyn. The man looked at peace now, his shoulders loose and relaxed.

They had just entered the courtyard of the Keep and Harry could see many people spilling out of the Keep and throne room. It looked to be quite a party, four teenagers racing out to greet Prince Oberyn. The adults at the end were slightly familiar but then again, Harry had only seen the prince.

Ellaria's eyes widened as soon as he reappeared, a strange light entering her. "Oberyn! He's back!"

Oberyn stopped his horse where he was and turned, his eyes widening. He urged his horse towards Harry's, cantering back down the lines and dismounted at Harry's side. Harry dismounted too, studying Oberyn as he stared too stared at him.

"Harry?"

"Yeah?"

"What…" Oberyn blinked, grasping his head and shaking. "You… Elia… She's alive!"

Harry shrugged. "I would hope so otherwise I just did what I did for nothing."

King Rhaegar Targaryen walked out behind his children and two wives, Queen Elia Martell and Queen Lyanna Stark, followed by his small council. Lord Jon Arryn walked behind him as Hand of the King, followed by Stannis Baratheon as Master of Ships.

Princess Rhaenys Targaryen, Prince Aegon Targaryen, Princess Daenerys and Prince Aemon Targaryen all walked out to greet the Dornish contingent. Prince Viserys was the one in the back of the group, walking with his older brother and his two wives. Aemon was the only one who did not look like a Targaryen, with his dark hair and grey eyes. There was a direwolf at his side, all white with red eyes and a sword at his hip, one that looked an awful lot like Valyrian steel.

"You have a beautiful family," Harry added, startling a little as Oberyn yanked him into a hot kiss. Harry pressed his lips to Oberyn's, holding him still.

"Thank you."