Top Harry Drabbles: Harry/Angel(Season 5)
AN: I've been on a Buffy and Angel kick through the past two weeks so... here's Harry and Angel.
There's also a slight threesome that runs through this... Harry/Angel/Spike.
One minute Harry was standing on the astronomy tower of Hogwarts, the castle still like home to him but the occupants not so much, and the next he was falling. Falling… falling and landing on an utterly clean floor that he swore had dried blood on it. He heard the sound of phones ringing around him and the ringing began to multiply, sounding loud and clear in what looked like an office building. He could also feel the presence of dark creatures, the power that he had gained from dying and coming back flaring within him.
The elder wand hummed in his fingers as he sat up, trying to see if he recognized where he was and coming up with a resounding no. There were what felt like vampires standing around him and one… Harry peered up at the dark haired man that stood in front of him with wide eyes and raised an eyebrow. His heart thundered away in his chest, memories flashing through his mind at the sight of him.
The vampire with a soul… or at least one of two vampires with souls now… blinked and stared down at him, his dark eyes widening. Harry saw the other souled vampire… Spike… out of the corner of his eyes, taking in the other's appearance before focusing on the man in front of him.
Harry stood up slowly, stretching to make sure that no bones had been broken in the abrupt travel. "Hello, Angel."
Angel continued to stare at him, crossing his arms defensively almost. The man was wearing a coat and a suit, well made, and his hair had grown out since the last time they had seen each other.
"It's… been a while. Harmony, get those phones taken care of!" Angel yelled, turning to the blonde woman that sat at the desk behind them. Every phone, pager and buzzer was shouting their message and appeared to be getting louder. Harry flinched and waved his fingers towards the nearest phone, sending a thread of magic towards it and breathed a sigh of relief at the quiet that fell.
"Ah, that's better," Harry muttered, shaking his head and seeing Angel's eyes widen further.
"I never… got your name," Angel started, watching him intently.
Harry watched as a man walked over, with darker skin and brown eyes, a kind of raw intelligence shining through them.
"Who is he?"
"Harry. Just Harry and… why the fuck did I just appear here?"
"I'm alive again!" Spike yelled out, his eyes lit up with life and… just a little feral predatory urge.
Harry snorted as Spike raced over towards the blonde woman behind the desk and tugged her down a hall.
"Spike…" Angel trailed off, sighing. "Gunn, meet Harry. Harry. Just Harry? I thought…"
"You thought I was something else?"
"You had to be," Angel said, his eyes narrowing.
"Well, I am a wizard," Harry offered, shrugging. "I still don't know why I'm here."
"Angel, where do you know this guy from?" Gunn questioned, looking between Angel and Harry in confusion. "I don't know him and I usually know all of your sources."
"He's… a friend from Sunnydale," Angel remarked, his dark eyes still focused on Harry.
Harry raised an eyebrow at Angel's words, meeting the man… the demon's eyes. "From Sunnydale, huh?"
"Not here, Harry," Angel argued, his eyes flashing as he turned to look at the hall around them. "What's going on with the phones?"
"We don't know," Gunn said, gesturing to what Harry figured to be more floors in this building. "I was going to go ask the senior partners, see if they had any information."
"Good idea. You do that. Harry, my office," Angel said.
"You have an office now, huh?" Harry asked, falling in beside Angel as they walked over to the left side of the office floor and to a very big office. It was a very spacious office, with one side of it full of ceiling to floor windows that looked out over… Los Angeles. "Last I saw you…"
Angel sighed again and propped his hip against the desk on the side of the room. "It's been a while. Five years. I never said thanks."
"You'll never have to," Harry interrupted, walking over to the windows and looking out through them. "I take it these are specially made for vampires?"
"Yeah. What are you really?" Angel asked, watching the other man intently. His demon had taken interest in Harry the minute he had seen the guy though Angel had been rather occupied at the time. That hell dimension that Buffy had sent him to was… "The First Evil said that it had been responsible for my return to this world but I knew it wasn't true. No warlock-"
"Wizard. And you're right. I'm not just… that," Harry offered, turning to look at him. His green eyes were bright with some emotion, something that looked like contentment. Harry took a step towards Angel and another, ending up right in front of him, and reached a hand up only to pause.
Angel tilted his head in confusion and took a deep breath. He smelled power, ancient and black… but not dark. Not evil. The power that Harry smelled of reminded him of the scent of the… grave.
Harry's lips twitched into a small frown and then brought his hand up to cup Angel's cheek, holding him in place as their eyes met.
"I sent you back… rescued you… because I knew you could still do good here," Harry finally said.
Angel stiffened at the touch, shuddering a little bit at the warmth that seemed to radiate from Harry's fingers. His demon growled and rattled the mental cage he had put it in, leaving him a little breathless. It had been a while since anyone had touched him this way, quiet and warm and totally unafraid. But the again… there was a part of the demon that reveled in Harry's kind of power, the way that he felt familiar and similar to him. Felt like the grave.
"There weren't very many vampires in my original world," Harry murmured, before withdrawing and letting out a soft noise of consideration. Angel flexed his fingers, gripping the desk behind him to restrain himself from taking what might have been offered. He didn't want to hurt anyone, much less the man who had gotten him out of that hell dimension. The last time he had let someone in was Cordelia and that had ended up… poorly. "But I knew you were special, even at first sight. Or well… first… sense, I suppose. Didn't help that I have a people saving thing."
"I'm a demon."
"Part demon," Harry corrected, pointing at him. His eyes flashed with what looked like desire before it was quickly hidden. Angel swallowed on a suddenly dry throat, feeling his heart actually beat once then twice. "And all man. Anyway… is there some way to figure out why I'm here?"
"I'll have Gunn ask the senior partners about it. They might know. We also have a conduit to the Powers that Be," Angel explained, looking Harry over more closely now. He hadn't been able to get a really good look at the man all those years ago, in that moment that Harry had appeared in front of him in that hell dimension. Angel had suppressed those memories the moment he had returned to his dimension, too much torture, torment and pain falling into the lock box in his mind.
Harry was about the same height as him, muscular in the way that a runner was, and wore a shimmery cloak over his shoulders. His black hair was messy and fell down to his shoulders, a few strands lightly covering the scar on his forehead. Angel's eyes narrowed at the sight of the scar, wondering what had made that kind of scarring.
"Powers that Be?" Harry echoed, raising an eyebrow.
"You've never heard of the PtB?"
Harry snorted. "No. What or who are they?"
"Ancient and powerful beings that lived on Earth before the original demons came," Angel said, standing up and looking out through the door. "I need to take care of this issue first though. If that's…"
"I have the time. These days I just roll with it," Harry remarked, already following Angel through the door.
"You do look the same as when I saw you last," Angel commented, heading to go to Fred's lab. "Is that what you mean when you say you have time?"
"I'm not a vampire, if that's what you're asking."
"I know you're not a vampire. You don't stink of demon."
"Oh, well, I feel very flattered."
Angel's lips twitched up into an amused grin and was about to reply when a yell echoed through the hall.
"The prophecy of Shanshu?" Harry repeated, looking between Angel, Fred and Gunn. Spike stood behind them, his coat swishing a bit as he rocked back on his heels. Spike was being unnaturally quiet and Harry could feel both of the vampires, one in front of him and one behind. Both old though Angel was definitely older than Spike. Their power levels were relatively the same, at least if Harry used the senses granted to him by Death. "Are you kidding me?"
"What?" Angel turned to look at the man, crossing his arms.
"It's just… Ugh. Prophecies. Is this something to do with the Powers that Be? Do they work through prophecies or are these…"
"They're made through seers," Gunn explained, looking between Angel and Harry. "What do you have against prophecies?"
"I have everything against prophecies," Harry retorted, glaring at the Wolfram & Hart employee sitting behind the desk. The book the guy was looking through apparently had the actual prophecy of Shanshu, the uncut original as opposed to a translation. "Most of them are self fulfilling. I had one about me and it caused the current Dark Lord of the time to go after my parents."
Angel blinked and met Harry's eyes. Harry rolled his own and shrugged. "It's a long story. Suffice it to say, prophecies suck. If you're going to wherever this place is to drink whatever it's supposed to be, be my guest. I'll be here to help find whatever's causing the melt downs."
"Fine. I'll just take the Viper. I should be done and back before morning," Angel started, turning around and stopping mid stride. "Where did Spike go?"
Harry turned and brushed against Angel's side accidentally on purpose, hearing the man suck in a tight breath. "Oh, he left a few minutes ago."
Angel swore under his breath and ran out of the office, probably heading to the garage. Harry sighed and turned to look at Gunn and Fred, who glared at him.
"You didn't stop him?" Gunn asked, his eyes narrowing.
"What? Stop Spike? They're both souled vampires," Harry said, seeing the guy behind the desk go back to his business. "Prophecies suck is all I can say. They're both really hot too."
Fred just looked at him, blinking once or twice.
Harry rolled his eyes and then stepped out of the much smaller office. "Besides… there's something brewing between those two. Best to let them get it out where no one can get hurt."
Gunn's lips twitched into a conspicuous, bemused grin. "What if one of them kills the other?"
"If that happens, I can bring them back," Harry offered, sidling out and walking out into the hallway. "I'll do some patrolling through the office. See if I can stop anyone else getting hurt."
Gunn blinked at Harry's words and exchanged glances with Fred.
"That staircase really did a number on you, huh?"
Angel grimaced, letting Harry lead him up the stairs and to what was his apartment. "I was holding back. I didn't want to hurt Spike."
"You held back?"
Angel shrugged and flinched when a particular movement jostled his body. "I hadn't shown you my apartment yet."
"Fred pointed me to it," Harry offered, nudging the door open and taking a look around. "Got yourself quite a loyal team here."
"Thanks."
"You want me to look at those bruises?" Harry asked, idly peeking out of the once again floor to ceiling windows. "They're just bruises, right?"
"No. I'm fine. I've had worse," Angel offered, stretching out his bones and muscles as he walked over to his bed to sit down. "Spike's had worse too."
Harry snorted and walked over to stand in front of him. "So… being CEO of an evil law firm… Wouldn't have pegged you for that."
"It's complicated," Angel argued, dropping his hands in his lap. His coat was ripped and dusty and had holes in it from where he and Spike had tussled. Or fought. Or tried to kill each other. It had always been… blurry between them, the lines crossed as demons and vampires. He remembered times spent with Spike that were as violent but had turned out differently, as Angelus. Times that had often landed the both of them in bed, drawing blood from each other brutally, and Angelus using those moments to teach the younger vampire a lesson.
"Then uncomplicate it," Harry murmured, reaching out a hand to slip the ruined coat off of Angel's shoulders. Angel shuddered and leaned into those deft fingers, feeling Harry curl an arm around his shoulders. He closed his eyes, trusting the man in front of him, and let Harry pull the coat off, pull his shirt off.
"They provided a new life for my son," Angel whispered, opening his eyes as Harry stilled in his movements.
"That… That does not uncomplicate it," Harry retorted, poking him in the shoulder. His now bare shoulder. Angel winced and Harry's eyes softened a little. "You hungry at all?"
"No. Spike and I ate at a demon bar on the way back," Angel offered, closing his eyes as Harry reached out again, placing his warm fingers on his shoulder. Power trickled from Harry's fingers and into his skin and Angel shivered, feeling his skin and muscle warm.
One of his ribs cracked and Angel let out a low growl at the sudden but quick pain.
"Sorry. Sorry, I didn't warn you," Harry muttered, sitting down beside him. "One of your ribs was cracked. It's fine now."
"Thanks."
"You did this for family," Harry said, drawing him around to face him and pulling him into a kiss. Angel groaned and leaned into it, deepening it to get more of that warmth. His heart beat once and then fell silent while he heard Harry's race, heard his breath hitch. Harry slipped his tongue into his mouth while he was distracted, wrapping his arms around him and tugging him in.
Fingers slipped into his hair and tugged lightly, making Angel groan again. Each point of touch lit up, his nerves lighting up as electricity raced through his body, making his cock stir. Harry pulled back and looked at him, raised an eyebrow.
Angel frowned. "You think vampires are straight. We're not. That's just stupid."
Harry laughed and shook his head. "Didn't even pop into my mind. Come here. You look like you could use some… stress relief."
Angel breathed into the next kiss, wrapping an arm around Harry in return. Memories flashed through his mind, of that moment when he had first seen the man in that hell dimension. The man had been cloaked in a shimmery cloak, power radiating from him, a shadow of wings at his back, and almost glowing green eyes. Angel had seen him and their eyes had locked before the Enforcer had drawn his attention again.
His demon melted into the power that radiated from Harry, not rebelling against the kisses or the touches as Harry's hand stroked up his chest. His fingers traced hot, teasing circles into his skin, bringing up goosebumps in his wake. Angel hissed as Harry pressed a kiss to a bruise, leaning down to lick a path up his chest, pressing into him and Angel bared his neck, swallowing a little at the vulnerable position. His demon wasn't even struggling against him, had just melted into it, almost purring like a cat at the attention. And for that Angel was grateful. There was no urge to sink his teeth into Harry's neck except for sexy purposes, no urge to take over. And no hiding.
He watched as Harry stripped out of his shirt, unbuckling his belt and shucking his jeans off. Harry's body was lightly covered in scars, from his forehead to a tiny little red spot on his chest to the one that he had seen on his right hand to the knife wound on his left shoulder. Angel wasn't covered in any scars but he knew Buffy had them. Harry was no different though it looked like he was unashamed of them.
Harry continued to press into him and Angel laid back on the bed, letting Harry straddle his waist as he followed him down. "You done this in a while?"
Angel leaned back down on the bed and pondered the question, letting his breath hitch as Harry rubbed the pads of his fingers over his nipples. "It's been several years for me. You?"
Harry's lips twitched into a grin. "Double digit years or single digit years?"
Angel grimaced and turned to look away.
"Ah. When you were still… Angelus."
Fingers cupped his chin and turned him to face Harry again, letting him see the man's green eyes. "That wasn't you."
"It was," Angel muttered, shaking underneath Harry.
Harry rolled his eyes and pressed a kiss to his mouth, nipping a bite here and there. Angel moaned and arched into the man on top of him, gasping for unneeded breath. At each little bite, shocks of heat sped through him, sending all the blood in his body right to his cock and Harry looked at him with blown pupils.
"My demon likes you," Angel offered finally, quietly.
"Hmm?"
"You're… Death, aren't you?"
Harry snorted and shrugged, trailing fingers down to his waist, to where both of their cocks were hard and bared to the air. "Sorta. Occasionally."
Angel blinked and raised an eyebrow. Harry smiled and stroked him, once, twice, leaving him speechless. "You're gorgeous, you know that?"
Angel felt his cheeks redden and he moaned as Harry twisted his fingers, dancing over both of them. Pleasure grew in each nerve, as heat slithered into him as Harry moved over him, grasping both of their cocks in hand. In his other, magic and power trickled through his fingers, sparking little hits of pleasure everywhere he touched, like he had been plugged into an electricity outlet.
Angel gasped at one particularly tight twist and Harry grinned, leaning over him, his eyes intent. His eyes closed as he reached the edge, heat ready to bubble over the surface, and the tiniest trace of fingers trailing lower and lower and into him sent him over. He dug his fingers into the covers under him as pleasure shook through him, letting him take a deep breath. He distantly heard Harry come himself as sleep overtook him, the multiple weeks of uneasy sleep overtaking him all at once.
"Sleep, Angel. I'll watch over you tonight."
The scrape of the door woke him up and Angel stiffened, his eyes opening to see Harry right next to him. The man was still naked, wrapped up beneath the covers, and blearily woke up, blinking his eyes open. "What? Wasn't me."
Angel sighed and grimaced, knowing who it was by the scent and the history that connected them. "Spike. Get over here. Harry… you alright with..."
"Yeah. Sure," Harry whispered, already scooting over to make room in between them. His green eyes were already drooping closed but he jolted awake. "I think the Powers that Be meant to have me get you all… corporeal, Spike."
Spike hesitated in the doorway, flinching at a noise behind them and a floor beneath.
"Spike…" Angel trailed off. "I don't mind."
He could see Harry look between the two of them, his eyes narrowed as he pondered them.
"You sure you don't mind, mate?" Spike questioned, looking at Angel first and then at Harry.
"If you're worried about me, don't," Harry offered, shrugging. "As long as you don't get all bitey here… we're fine."
Spike snorted and finally shuffled further into the room, pausing again at the foot of the bed. "Have you been kinky, Angel? Because it's about time. The Slayer and I…"
Harry laughed under his breath as they both watched Spike slide onto the bed.
"Had another nightmare?" Angel enquired quietly, lifting up the covers for Spike.
Spike glared at him and then settled in, looking Harry over for a minute before leaning down against the pillow.
"It's fine. We all get them," Harry added, elbowing the blond vampire and turning onto his side. "I'd conjure a patronus if it wouldn't make you guys uncomfortable."
"Patronus?" Angel repeated, lifting his head to look at Harry over Spike.
"I'll explain in the morning," Harry muttered. "It's a magic thing."
"You been to hell too?" Spike asked, meeting Harry's eyes easily.
"No. Kind of. It's a long story," Harry offered, closing his eyes. "Good night."
"You smell good," Spike whispered, his voice slurred with sleep.
Harry blinked and met Angel's eyes before peering down at Spike, between them, and sighed. "I'm pretty sure the Powers that Be didn't have an orgy in mind when they sent me."
Angel rolled his eyes and peered down at Spike, his eyes wrinkling in worry.
"I was only partially kidding," Harry retorted, reaching out to brush his knuckles over Angel's cheek. "Sleep. The world won't end tonight."
Angel raised an eyebrow. "How do you know?"
"I would know. It's not ending tonight. Now get some sleep. I'll make sure there are no nightmares tonight."
