Top Harry Drabble: Harry/Brian O'Conner

Chapter Summary: In which Harry knows Brian O'Conner before the events of the first movie. (Fast & Furious)

"Good work gentlemen. Now go take the night off and come back fresh in the morning."

Harry twitched a little bit at the words and then shrugged, glancing over to the non magical cop who had been his partner during the case. Officer Brian O'Conner. Messy, blond curls. Bright, vivid blue eyes that still shone with energy and excitement. Brian exchanged glances with him too, his eyes narrowing. Harry gestured to the exit, raising an eyebrow.

"Go for a drink?"

"Yeah, sure. Just give me a second," Brian muttered, flipping through paperwork on his desk. "Make sure everything's copacetic."

Harry nodded, grinning idly at Brian's distracted answer, and stood up from his desk, or at least his temporary desk, and watched the younger man finish up. He had been the liaison between the non magical world and the magical here for at least four months and Brian had joined the police force one month ago. Though no one here knew what Harry really did, they all knew not to mess with him. There wasn't even any attempted hazing, not after Harry quickly and efficiently took down a drug dealer on his first day.

Brian on the other hand… was reckless, didn't stay in one spot for too long and had a record already. A couple nights spent in juvie for grand theft auto. Drove too fast on patrol and played quick and dirty with authority. Harry wasn't one to say anything against driving too fast on patrol but that cocky grin… It'd get him in trouble one of these days, possibly with a bigger fish in the sea than the officers in the Los Angeles police department.

For now… Harry did his best to keep the newbie out of trouble, humoring Brian when he kept his foot on the gas pedal a little heavier. Besides… the speed was… fun, echoing the couple hours each week he spent on his broomstick. And he suspected that Brian knew Harry wasn't going to say anything when they sped up on an empty road.

It was that need to prove himself that got Brian into the most trouble and Harry kept on having to pull the other man out of gang territory. There was at least one, maybe two gangs that were entirely comprised of witches and wizards, ones that kept to themselves except for when they took revenge on one another for some such hit or attack.

It was one such night off that Harry and Brian had been caught between the two magical gangs, in one of the non magical neighborhoods of LA. Thankfully, it was dark out, the moon only a sliver and the stars almost afraid to show themselves, twinkling quietly. The only lights out were the porch lights of houses, of headlights and tail lights passing by.

"Something's wrong," Brian muttered, slowly pressing down on the gas.

"You picking up what I'm picking up, hmm?" Harry questioned, keeping his eyes glued to the sidewalk to the left of them. The quiet crack of apparition passed them by in an alleyway and Harry felt the almost imperceptible power flowing in from both sides of the street. And Brian pulling the car over, putting it in park, was enough of an answer in and of itself. "O'Conner, I'm gonna give you a choice here."

"What. Do we need to call for backup?" Brian asked, turning to look at him, his hand not on the steering wheel falling down to the gun at his hip. He stared at Harry, his blue eyes narrowing in thought. Brian was only a year younger than him but they worked well together, keeping pace with each other easily enough. And Harry suspected that they shared more than a need to keep the peace on the streets. "This a gang thing?"

"No. Well… no to the backup but yes to the gang thing. But it's not one of yours," Harry offered, lifting his shoulders.

Brian blinked and glared at him. "What the fuck do you mean not one of mine?"

"Long, complicated, half classified story, Brian," Harry said, his heart picking up as he felt the air around him shiver, even though he was in a police car. "I can handle this but I need you to either stay here in the car or turn around and drive back to the station."

"I'm coming with you," Brian retorted, crossing his arms and glaring at him.

"No, you're not," Harry argued, reaching out to flick his forehead. "So… what's your choice?"

Brian flipped him the bird and Harry swore as the guy unbuckled his seatbelt.

"Brian!"

The minute Brian reached out for the door, Harry reached out and pulled him back in, glaring at him. He could feel the heat radiating from the guy, almost like a car engine overheating. "You are staying here, O'Conner. For Merlin's sake, stay the fuck here."

"The hell I have to. What the fuck is going on?" Brian's eyes flashed and Harry kept his fingers clasped over Brian's wrist.

"It's above your paygrade, Brian, and I know you want to become a detective at some point," Harry returned, slowly reaching his other hand down to his own waist, to his belt. "You can't do that if you're dead. Besides, you must have family at home. I'm your partner, O'Conner. I'm looking after you."

Brian flinched minutely, something darkening in his eyes one minute and the next vanishing. Harry swallowed at the look in Brian's eyes and Brian stared back, refusing to back down.

"I'm your partner too, Harry," Brian argued, his eyes flicking down to where Harry still had a hold of his wrist. Harry caught the moment Brian licked his lips, swallowed, and loosened his grip a little.

"And I appreciate it," Harry offered quietly, seeing a group of wizards and witches apparate into the middle of the street ahead of them. "Babe, I'm trying to keep you alive here."

Brian's cheeks reddened at the nickname but he didn't comment on it. "Fine."

Harry raised an eyebrow, feeling Brian's arm flex under his fingers, his pulse speed up, seeing that same reckless flash in his eyes, and quickly snapped one loop of the cuffs around the wrist in his grasp. Brian jolted and glared at him, even as Harry locked the other loop through the steering wheel.

"Stay here," Harry ordered, quickly but subtly drawing a rune on the window of the car as he slipped out. His magic sizzled before quieting down, sinking deep into the car itself and shielding it from any magical or non magical gaze.

Brian swallowed but nodded. "Be careful, whatever you have to do."

"I will."

Harry stared into Brian's eyes and raised an eyebrow. Brian's eyes flashed with what might have been a different kind of heat, the heat that came from being tied down in entirely different circumstances but he stayed still. Harry nodded, his lips twitching up into an almost smirk, and disappeared down an alley.

Brian swore as soon as he lost track of Harry and then turned to fiddling with the cuff on his wrist. He reached his other hand into his belt and realized that Harry had taken the keys to his cuffs too, making sure that Brian wouldn't be able to unlock the cuffs either way. He hissed through gritted teeth and swore again when he heard yells and shouts, flashes of light speeding through the air about a mile ahead of him.

His heart had stopped the minute Harry had cuffed him to the steering wheel and then had picked up, galloping faster than it had a minute ago. His blood had run south and he heard his own breath hitch. He swallowed at another loud yell, at another flash of bright violet light and then bent down, as much as he could and picked apart the car from the inside, pulling out wires and smiling.

It was another few minutes before he fitted one of the wires that trailed out from the car and fit it into the keyhole of the cuff around his wrist, digging it in. A mushroom cloud of the faintest blue filled the street in front of him and he almost missed it, twisting the wires around and… "Ahaha!"

The cuff itself clicked open and Brian swung his hand out, pushed his door open and grasped his gun tightly in his right hand. He stood there, breathing heavily, and looked around, hoping to see his partner…

"O'Conner! I told you to stay in the fucking vehicle!"

Brian snorted, his heart hammering in his chest at the sight of Harry walking towards him. Harry looked a little pale, a little out of breath but otherwise fine. There was no blood on his uniform but he looked… lethal. There was a look in his eyes that spoke of danger and Harry's eyes flashed as Brian answered. "When have I ever done anything you told me to do?!"

Harry rolled his eyes as he stopped in front of him, reaching out to press a hand to Brian's chest.

"Besides, you told me to stay here," Brian added, smirking at him and pointing down to the ground. "I'm here."

"Details, Brian. How'd you break out of the cuffs anyway?" Harry asked, his eyes narrowing as he took a step, closing the distance between them.

Brian sucked in a tight breath at the heat that radiated from Harry, the hint of restrained violence in Harry's curled shoulders, his green eyes. "Trade secret."

Harry snorted and Brian shivered even as Harry pushed him up against their car, using the hand on his chest as an anchor. And Harry's lips met his, warm and gentle at first and then hot and wet as Harry nipped and licked. Brian groaned as his back hit cold metal and glass, as Harry curled a hand around the back of his neck, squeezing slightly.

His heart near galloped out of his chest and his knees threatened to buckle at the force, at the heat from the man. It was like he had received a shot of NOS, making his nerves light up and shiver. His cock definitely took an interest in his partner's actions, stirring, and all of his blood ran south full tilt, making him let out a strangled moan. As Harry's tongue brushed against his, he shuddered, wrapping his own arms around Harry and holding on.

The minute that Harry pulled away, breathing heavily, his eyes blown, Brian gasped, sucking in air like a drowning man. Harry smiled and cupped his chin, meeting his eyes, even as his other arm went to cup him through his pants. Brian whined and arched into Harry's fingers, feeling his entire body tremble.

Harry leaned in again and mouthed and licked his way down his throat, yanking down his shirt to get to his skin. Brian reached out to help, pulling off his uniform shirt and tilting his head, letting Harry have better access as his cock hardened even more. His eyes fluttered closed almost against his will as he let the car behind him hold him up, hearing and feeling Harry take what was left of the space between them, stroking him through his pants.

"Next time, do what I say, Brian," Harry whispered, his voice husky with desire, nipping bites into his skin, into his throat, his mouth. "At least in this matter. Until you're…"

"Until what?" Brian muttered, opening his eyes and meeting those green ones. "Until I earn...fuck... my place here?"

Harry tilted his head, stilling his hand, and Brian groaned, his hips bucking up for more friction.

"Brian… in my opinion, you've already earned it," Harry offered, his voice low and rough.

"Uh… can this wait?" Brian croaked out, looking pointedly down at Harry's hand, which still had a hold of him.

Harry smiled, heat filling his eyes again, and slipped his fingers underneath Brian's pants, touching heated skin. Brian moaned loudly, bucking into those fingers that seemed to find the most sensitive places and dig in, stroking him, twisting and biting and… smearing some pre-come over him, thumbing the head. Harry nipped and sucked a bruise into his neck at the same time, making a yell leave his throat almost unconsciously as his release drove through him. His vision spun with stars as he slumped against the car, breathing heavily, his toes curling. Pleasure ran roughshod through him, his nerves lighting up with electricity.

The gentle tug at his hair pulled him back to the slight breeze that rustled past him, through him. Harry was looking at him fondly, his eyes soft.

"You already earned your place at the station," Harry offered, more than a little breathlessly. "At least with me. Even if you picked up how to pick locks with car wires as a 'trade secret'."

"That was Rome's secret," Brian said, quietly, turning away to look up at the sky, at the road in front of them.

"Rome?"

"A friend."

Harry raised an eyebrow. "There a problem with him?"

"It's not your problem. Forget about it," Brian muttered, shaking his head.

Harry let out a sharp breath. "You're a little reckless, you know that?"

"Yeah. Tanner's been trying to beat that out of me," Brian remarked, laughing.

"Not literally, I hope."

"Nah."

Harry matched his grin with one of his own and shuffled over next to him, bumping shoulders. Brian watched as Harry looked up into the sky too, letting out a noise of consideration.

"I'm leaving tomorrow," Harry finally said, leaning into him.

Brian sighed and leaned into Harry's side a little bit, wary now. "They fire you?"

"No. I got a call from my people in England," Harry offered, slipping an arm around Brian's waist and pulling him in. "Probably won't be back for a while."

"Define a while."

"Year or two. It's… a thing with me," Harry explained without explaining. "I'm not employed by the LAPD but by another agency entirely."

"They trying to cockblock us?"

Harry let out a startled laugh and turned to look at Brian.

"No. It's… politics. Mostly a big old popularity contest really," Harry said, shrugging. "You promise to still be around then?"

"Yeah. You promise to come back?"

"You really want me to?"

Brian shrugged and elbowed him. "If you wanna."

Harry snorted.

Four years, one month and two weeks later and Brian Earl Spilner walked into the garage owned by Dominic Toretto, spotting the Supra and making a beeline for it. He smiled and nodded to Dom, already huddled over the engine which had been hauled out. Jesse sat by his computer, making little adjustments to the design, none of which Brian had a hope in hell of understanding, really, and drawing it out on the papers beside him.

Letty was working on her own car, nodding to him as he passed. Vince was nowhere to be seen but Leon was working on his car, well half his car and half switching over to Jesse's.

He knew Mia was still at the store and walked over to the other side of the Supra, kneeling down and getting underneath it. "You know, Dom, this might not be ready for Race Wars."

"It will be," Dom remarked quietly, his voice rumbly, making shivers and goosebumps roll up Brian's skin. "You got a way with cars, buster."

Brian nodded and swallowed at the praise even though Dom couldn't see him. He was about to open his mouth to say something when someone called out.

"Hey, Dom!"

Brian jolted at the voice, at the very familiar voice with the English accent. His heart stopped and rode all the way up into his throat as he slowly wheeled back and out from under the car to see…

"Harry, you alright?"

"You say that as if I always show up here with mysterious injuries, Dom," Harry Potter remarked, shrugging and leaning against the doorway. "That was one time, Toretto."

Dom's eyes glinted with something, maybe amusement, maybe something else. "One time was enough. Hey, Spilner, you done gawking over there?"

"It's like he's never heard someone with an English accent before," Potter offered.

Jesse laughed and Letty snorted.

Brian let out a choked laugh as he met Harry's eyes, seeing recognition in them, seeing... Ah fuck. Harry's eyes narrowed as he looked Brian over, his eyes flashing with suspicion as Dom called him Spilner instead of O'Conner. And that was it. He was burned. This whole undercover operation was burned. Fuck.

AN: I think... moral of this story, folks, is that Brian O'Conner has a type.

Also... belated as it is... since I fell down a Vin Diesel rabbit hole and then a Fast & Furious hole... RIP to Paul Walker. The more I read about him makes me fall in love with him just a little bit more.