Top Harry Drabble: Harry/Stephen Strange
Chapter Summary: In which Death comes a calling to Dr Stephen Strange.
This chapter might count as dubious consent, just as a warning.
"Stephen, what's wrong?"
"Wong, I'm okay. Nothing's… wrong."
Wong raised an eyebrow, glancing behind him at the men and women behind him. "Stephen, you came back from that portal sweating."
"I'm fine!"
Wong heard Stephen curse under his breath through the door, magic roiling and sliding through the door.
"You don't sound fine!"
"I'm a doctor! I know when I'm not fine and I'm fine!"
Wong rolled his eyes at Stephen's words, hearing the thin desperation in his tone. "I'm coming in, Stephen!"
"No, you are not!"
Wong sighed and drew a rune in the air before feeling the air bubble cover him from head to toe, just in case whatever Stephen had was contagious. The yelp from behind the door made him try the door only to find it locked and… barred with magic. Shadows filled the hallway behind him and he turned, his eyes widening at the sight.
"He is mine."
A cloaked man stood alone in the center of the hallway, covered in shadows and magic. Wong shivered as a slight chill wound around the hall and watched as the man walked towards him.
Wong could not see a single identifying trait or facial feature as the cloak hid the person, whoever he was. Though the man was wearing a dark green shirt and jeans and Wong was definitely sure that the man was a sorcerer. He just wasn't sure who or what the man was. To have come through the sanctum's wards so easily...
Wong raised his hands up, about to conjure a magical weapon when the figure shook his head.
"Do not worry for him. I care for my own and he is that."
The figure slowly trailed through the hallway, his cloak fluttering over the floor. It wasn't like Stephen's cloak but Wong could tell there was a magical quality to it as it shimmered in his vision.
"Let me through or I will destroy this sanctum."
Wong hesitated. "You have the power to do that."
The figure cackled, in an eerie, high pitched voice, and then swept past him as if he was not entirely walking on the floor but floating above it.
Stephen paced in his room, feeling sweat drip down his back, and fall. His heart raced within his chest and he was warm, unusually warm, and… His cock was hard, under his leggings. He had encountered an entity within the realm he had entered but… He hadn't known…
He groaned at a slight touch, as the material rubbed up against him, hearing the door jostle distantly. "Wong! Don't you dare come in!"
"Wong is still outside."
Stephen yelped and turned around, almost aching with arousal. Nothing he did had helped either.
The man in front of him was standing idle, cloaked from head to toe and all Stephen could see of him was the lower half of his face. He was halfway sure it was a man but… he wasn't too sure… Shadows pooled at the guy's feet and curled about the man. "Who the hell are you?"
"You are mine. I have come to claim you."
Stephen spluttered at the words, breathing heavily, as he stared at the guy. "The fuck do you mean? I do not belong to anyone."
"You are mine. You have been mine ever since you died."
Stephen shivered at the words, dark and solemn and heated. "Who the fuck are you?"
"I am Death."
The man reached up a hand and lowered his hood, revealing glowing green eyes and long black hair. The scar on the man's forehead drew Stephen's attention first, looking like branches of lightning forking downward on the man's skin. The man… or was he Death with a capital D… took a step towards Stephen and Stephen took a step back, extending his arms to conjure a magical weapon.
"Hold on a minute. I do not belong to anybody and I am not…" Stephen trailed off on a groan as the man took another step forwards and pressed his hand to his chest. Stephen shuddered at the touch, feeling it all the way through his body. "Who the fuck do you think you are?"
"Death. The title is self explanatory, Stephen."
Stephen stared at the man, blinking for a minute and trying to decide if that was the guy's sense of humor.
"Your activities three months ago were only at my behest, human. You would not have come back if I decided differently."
"I thought by using the time stone…"
The man… Death… looked at him like he was a child, lowering his hand to trace the stone before his lips twitched up into a small, amused smile. "You used an infinity stone without much knowledge. You were arrogant enough when you first traveled down the path of a sorcerer. Did you not know enough about Death?"
"Hold on. I wasn't-"
The man before Stephen reached out to press two fingers against his lips, cupping his chin. Stephen's heart skipped a beat at the cold touch, at the touch that held just a trace of possessiveness within its fingers.
"Death claims those who try to trick it. You are mine."
Stephen looked into the entity's eyes, freezing like a deer in headlights. Death stared back, a spark of heated amusement in its' green eyes, before withdrawing his fingers. Stephen stared at it before the figure vanished only for arms to come around his waist.
Cold echoed through his body even as they were both still clothed. Stephen felt cold breath against his neck, goosebumps rising on his skin, and then Death laid his mouth against his ear, whispering.
"You are handsome. Not all of my chosen are besides," Death murmured, before pressing a kiss to Stephen's neck. He shuddered at the press of lips to his neck and distantly wondered if his own cloak would try to fight Death's touch.
"...I… I wasn't trying to trick you."
"You were trying to trick someone using Death. You should have read the fine print," Death remarked, before one of his hands trailed down, pressing down and grasped Stephen's cock.
Stephen jolted at the touch and Death let out a laugh, quiet but eerie, and pressed a biting kiss to his neck once again. Stephen moaned and Death almost purred at the sound, stroking his fingers over Stephen's waist.
"There was no fine print!" Stephen croaked out, closing his eyes and trying to restrain himself from bucking up into the hands.
"That's what they all say," Death said, amusement in his voice. "You should see yourself. Sweaty and writhing in my arms. You have not been fucked in the last several months, have you?"
"That's what they all say? What… Fuck!" Stephen shouted out as Death rubbed his cock through his pants and then withdrew. "What are we doing?"
"I do not know about you but I am about to fuck you."
Stephen's eyes widened and his heart beat double time as the weight of his cloak disappeared, as his shirt and jeans vanished. A cold hand pressed against his back, making him shiver with it, and urged him up against the wall. He lightly put his hands against the wall, feeling them tremble and the cold touch of fingers fitting over his froze him. He shuddered as a light, phantom touch trailed over his chest, rubbing over a nipple and flicking it. Pleasure jolted through him, setting his nerves on fire. Ghostly fingers trailed over his chest, rubbing circles into his skin and he moaned, leaning into the fingers.
"Death takes care of its own, Stephen. You encountered something in that realm that left you vulnerable. I am only marking you as mine."
"We can do it without using sex though…" Stephen trailed off, as Death wrapped itself around him again, bucking into the finger that trailed over his hole. "Surely. There are oaths…"
"Nothing as enjoyable as this though. I saw you try to pleasure yourself before I came. It would not have worked, Dr Strange."
Stephen shuddered as the wet finger breached him, stroking and curling through him and he yelled.
"So responsive. I will enjoy learning your body."
Stephen moaned as another finger joined the first, stretching him and opening him up. "I… Fuck. Do you… fuck all of your..."
"Perhaps. You are the first sorcerer I have chosen. It rather… reminds me of myself when I was learning. I was much less arrogant than you were though."
Stephen's eyes widened even as sweat dripped down his bare back, dripping down his forehead. He gasped as something wet touched his cock, almost mirroring a mouth but… not quite, as it trailed up and stroked. "What… What is this? Fuck. It… fuck!"
"I have been around for over five hundred years, human. I know how to pleasure a partner."
He shuddered as the phantom tongue laved over his cock, sending white hot jolts of pleasure through him. Pre-come leaked from the tip of his cock and he let out a strangled gasp as Death's fingers left his hole only to feel the tip of a cock. A cold hand pressed against his shoulders and Death slid into him with one try, hitting his prostate easily.
Stephen whimpered and bucked into the hand that was holding him, his cock aching. He felt full, maybe too full, but it felt… It hurt just a little bit though Death had used lubricant but the stretch… He had to close his eyes as pleasure shivered through him, building as Death pulled out and then thrust in again.
"Are you close, Stephen? I can feel you under me, straining for me."
Stephen groaned again as sensations boiled up within him, pleasure overriding all his senses. Death let out another noise, similar to before, one of smug satisfaction and then bit a nipping kiss into the crook of his neck and Stephen cried out, pleasure blinding him and he saw darkness.
When he came to, he was on his bed, tucked under the covers. His body still shook with pleasure, trembling with exhaustion. He felt tired out, felt almost like he had gone to the gym and his skin was throbbing at his neck. He reached out to press his fingers to it, rubbing over the rough bite mark.
"I did so enjoy seeing you come apart for me, Dr Strange."
"What. Death doesn't cuddle?"
Stephen blinked his eyes open and peered towards where the voice was coming from. Death was sitting on the chair in the corner, taking a sip of something from a mug. Steam billowed from the mug as Stephen watched and Death snorted, its lips twitching up into an amused grin.
"If you want me to hold you… All you have to do is ask it of me."
Stephen blinked.
"I shall be off. In the future, Stephen, do try to avoid the creature you saw. That was a spirit of an incubus."
"What did you mean when you said I remind you of yourself when you were learning?"
Death raised an eyebrow, his eyes narrowing. "Mind what you say. We do not know each other that well now."
"Were you always Death?"
"Dr Strange, my patience with humans is short. Even with you there is a limit."
Stephen met Death's eyes and swallowed at the look in them. There was a quiet lethalness to Death's eyes and perhaps it was tempered but Stephen wasn't too sure.
"There is something coming, Stephen. Thanos the Destroyer. Warn the Avengers before it is too late. Warn Anthony Stark. This is the only warning you will get."
AN: HAPPY HOLIDAYS!