Disclaimer: I do not own the original canon nor am I making any profit from writing this piece. All works are accredited to their original authors, performers, and producers while this piece is mine. No copyright infringement is intended. I acknowledge that all views and opinions expressed herein are merely my interpretations of the characters and situations found within the original canon and may not reflect the views and opinions of the original author(s), producer(s), and/or other people.

Warnings: This story may contain material that is not suitable for all audiences and may offend some readers. Please exercise understanding of personal sensitivities before and during reading.

Author's Note(s): I was originally going to give this to my friend Gwen as part of our Secret Santa Exchange, but I didn't finish it in time.

Challenge/Competition Block:
Stacked with: MC4A (SpB; Ship; War; CM; TY; FR; SN; O3; MT; Cluster; Rum; MLG
Individual Challenges: Rainbow Focus; Gryffindor MC; Slytherin MC; Sett to Destroy; Lion's Moon & Shadow Bribery (Y); Seeds; Shipmas; Golden Times; Interesting Times; Old Shoes (Y); Feeling So Logical [Magical]; Ethnic & Present; Rian-Russo Inversion; Flags & Ribbons; In a Flash; Greatest Gift
Challenge (Prompt): Wi Bingo [2D] (Light); Heroic Shadow [Su Md 1] (Jewelry)
Representation: Harry Potter/Blaise Zabini; Desi Harry Potter; Queer Relationships & Abuse Survivors
Bonus Challenge(s): Second Verse (Spinning Plates; Unwanted Advice; Lock & Key; Lovely Coconuts; Most Human Bean; Casper's House; Hot Apple; One Man's Cow); Chorus (Wabi Sabi; Fizzy Lemonade; Fire Song; Mouth of Babes; Tomorrow's Shade; Larger than Life; Unicorn; Creature Feature; Wind Beneath; Abandoned Ship; In the Trench; Sitting Hummingbird)
Tertiary Bonus Challenges: CM (Brier; Navigate; Yogin); TY (Enfant); FR (Satisfaction); SN (Rail; Intercept); O3 (Olivine)
Word Count: 861

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As You Wish
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Blaise dragged the tips of his fingers down the smooth skin of Harry's back as he knelt between Harry's spread legs. Neither of them wore any clothing, even though Harry had on several pieces of jewelry that Blaise had gotten him during their courtship. The titanium shone brightly against the rich tan of Harry's skin and the shimmering colors of his black wings.

Silver looked delectable against Harry's skin, and Blaise had had no problem finding alternatives of the same color when Harry mentioned not wanting to wear something that was essentially poison to more than one member of his makeshift family. The fact that titanium was a better conductor of magic and held runic magic better was really more of a perk. Having Harry protected by Blaise's own magic soothed the edges of his territoriality, allowing him to keep a clearer head when it came to his possessiveness over his mate.

Skirting the slope of Harry's ass, Blaise dragged his fingers back up their previous path. Ever so responsive to having Blaise's hands on his body, Harry relaxed into the bed with a slow exhale of breath. Harry's wings extended out at the same time, more because of the tension holding them folded had released than a real attempt at presentation. The light from the nearby firepit danced off Harry's feathers in a dazzle of playful colors.

Blaise's wings flared up and open as the instinct to present to his mate despite already having him under him and naked. The firelight caught on the coppery feathers and sent another dabbling of light dancing across Harry's skin and feathers. Oh, but the sight of Harry laying there covered in nothing but things originating from Blaise was beyond nice, and the view from Blaise's perspective was only going to get better.

As beautiful as he was now, Harry would even more so after Blaise had him deep enough in subspace that he would forget to hide his reactions.

If given permission, Blaise would have gladly ripped apart all who had taught Harry that habit and slowly enough that he would be able to feed them their still beating heart at the end. He would have bathed in their blood and not regretted the violence for a moment. It wasn't in his nature to do so, after all, not in defense (however late) of his mate. But Harry could not bear the thought of another's suffering, no matter how well deserved. Even the idea that he was supposedly destined to defeat Voldemort bothered his precious mate.

That was fine. Blaise could make the kill quick, if it would help his Harry sleep afterwards. He would do anything for his Harry.

Unable to help himself, Blaise leaned forward and planted a kiss to the small spot of skin between the starling-like wings of his partner. Harry shivered beneath his lips. Blaise traced his nose against the base of first one wing and then the other, drawing out more of those tiny shudders. Then he very carefully nipped at the oil gland of one wing.

"Blaise," Harry whined softly. Though he could extrapolate many things from both Harry's body language and the bond shimmering between them, there was always a certain comfort in hearing the words. So Blaise hummed a questioning tone to him before giving the sensitive spot a flick of his tongue. Harry moaned, making an aborted move to arch into the touch. He was more insistent as he repeated himself. "Blaise."

"Do you want something, my love?" Blaise murmured against the feathered joint. Harry squirmed beneath him, likely seeking more. Blaise ran his hands back down to Harry's hips. Then he used the hold to still the motion of his lover. Harry gave another whining recitation of his name. Blaise nosed through the short feathers covering the joint. "Ask and it's yours. Anything you desire, I will do. You just have to tell me, love."

"Tah-touch me," Harry stuttered out. He was probably trying to make it a command. The desperation humming in their bond certainly suggested that. "I want you to touch me."

"I am touching you," Blaise reminded him. He squeezed Harry's hips to emphasis the point.

Feeling a bit obscene, he used his thumbs to spread Harry's butt cheeks. The purple gem on the base of the plug in Harry's ass glinted teasingly as it was revealed to the light. Like all the other pieces of jewelry Harry wore, the metal of the plug was pure titanium. Harry moaned as Blaise brushed his thumb against the pommel of the plug, both nudging it against Harry's prostate and activating one of the weaker vibration spells.

Harry spread his wings as he arched his back in unquestionable presentation.

"Touch me more," Harry demanded, glaring over his shoulder. His eyes sparked like they were full of green fire. Blaise grinned at him. As if by accident, he traced his thumb over the gem on the plug again and activating another layer of the vibration spells. Harry broke off glaring to press his forehead to the bed. "Please."

"As you wish," Blaise said in a perfect show of obedience.

Then he followed through.

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An Ending
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