Harry looked out at Stark Industries, seeing the air field and the jet that he had taken from London sitting idly in the hangar. A hawk screamed as it flew past him on his broomstick and Hedwig hissed from where she was on the tip of his broom, her tail twitching in annoyance. Her ears went right down to her head, a very pissed off cat, and Harry sighed at her look of irritation.

"Fine. Go be a smartass hawk too," Harry muttered, reaching out to tap her on her back. The late afternoon sun surrounded them as Hedwig transformed from a cat into a beautiful white hawk, taking flight right from his broomstick. "At least you're not prey!"

Hedwig whistled and flew right at the hawk, putting on speed and swerving at the last instant. Harry rolled his eyes and peered down at the many and multiple cars leaving from the Stark Industries labs, seeing Tony's car leaving a few minutes later. He had spelled a sense enhancing charm over himself a few minutes ago, letting him see the car, see Pepper sighing as she watched him go.

A notice me not kept him from being seen as he flew over the rest of Malibu, idly taking in the city. It was loud and busy almost every minute of the day, making him wish that he was still in his own world. Back at Hogwarts, surrounded by magic and people like him.

The wedding was in a few days and Tony had offered to show him around the city, around the offices, but Harry… hadn't been ready for that. Jarvis had sent him several possible job offers, a few in the city and a few elsewhere in the state, with the reassurance that he would easily be able to commute back and forth with a car from Stark Industries.

One offer had drawn his interest and that had been working with veterans in Los Angeles. Tony hadn't asked about his job hunt since they had first met a couple of days ago and Harry figured… Tony Stark was a billionaire. Tony probably figured that he'd support his husband, given that Harry hadn't told him about his own funds.

He flew over the city, idly following the car that Happy was driving and that Tony was in, following it into the Malibu hills and over to a big estate. One that was currently very busy, cars lining up to get in, with well dressed people getting out. Dusk was just now hitting the city, the sun falling rapidly, leaving just a hint of light as the skies brightened momentarily. A slight breeze pushed and pulled the trees below him and he felt his hair pushed back by a stray line of air.

"...Tony."

He just had to get that one screw into that spot and… He glanced up at the underside of the car he was working on, looking up into the engine and swore, grabbing for something else in the small kit he had brought with him.

"...Tony?"

The hand on his bare ankle made him shiver, heat flaring into the base of his spine. And then the smells filtered in and he sucked in a breath, even as he swallowed at the scent of alpha flooded his body. He grinned and let Harry pull him out from under the car, leering up at the man.

Harry smirked down at him and then rolled his eyes, kneeling to be at eye level. "I brought dinner, Tony. Unless… you'd be interested in eating something else?"

"Oh, no, we can't do it before the wedding," Tony murmured, letting his body go limp down against the roller. "Not that!"

Harry laughed and flicked his ankle. "Asshole. Come on. If we're to be… you know… married in a few days, the least you can do is let me feed you at least once."

"You gonna be one of those nontraditional alphas and cook for me? Awww."

Harry stared at him, tilting his head as if he was trying to figure him out. Tony's heart jumped and flipped around in his chest at the look, wondering what Harry was thinking. The first night they had spent together, he had had Jarvis just order out for dinner and for breakfast. And for lunch too but... "I did. Just don't expect anything fancy."

Tony blinked. "Is it really dinner time?"

"It is, if you're one for a 'traditional' dinner time," Harry answered, grinning. "Which, I get the feeling that you're not one for."

"Who told you that? I should fire them."

"It was me, sir," Jarvis butted in, his prim British disapproval startling a laugh out of Harry. "Harry also had me restock the kitchen while you worked."

Tony watched as Harry lit up as he laughed, his heart flipping around in his chest at the sight.

"This is a bachelor pad," Harry offered, his eyes sparking with amusement. "Fancy bachelor pad. Your kitchen only had the bare minimum in it."

"Alright. So dinner and a movie and possibly sex?" Tony questioned, fluttering his eyelashes hopefully.

"Maybe. If you're really, really good," Harry offered, winking at him and licking his lips.

Tony smirked at him and took Harry's outstretched hand, letting the man help him up.

"Homemade pizza?" Tony repeated, his eyes widening in awe. "Marry me. Now."

Harry laughed and gestured to the kitchen island, letting out a noise of consideration. He glanced over to where Hedwig was curled up on the dog bed right next to the window, occasionally letting out quiet, sleepy noises. She had made herself promptly at home here and neither Tony or Jarvis had said a word otherwise against her. A dog bed had found its way into the mansion during the past day or so, while she and Harry had been outside on their walk along the coastline.

Tony hadn't said a word about it yet but he could see it in the man's eyes.

The sun had gone down and the fire in the fireplace crackled away. The lighting in the mansion matched the lighting outside, bright enough to see by but not bright enough to outshine the moon outside. Tony's stomach growled at the sight of the two pizzas on the kitchen island, reminding him that he hadn't eaten since breakfast.

"I am marrying you," Harry retorted as they both sat down. He had made two pizzas, taking Jarvis' knowledge on Tony into consideration. The pizzas were still hot and had just come out of the oven a couple of minutes ago.

"Who's the omega here?" Tony asked, already reaching out to grab two slices.

"You were busy and…" Harry trailed off as he reached for a slice. "You're not the most traditional omega."

"Got it in one," Tony argued.

"Besides, you haven't tasted them yet," Harry offered, shrugging as he took a bite of his slice. "They could be awful."

Tony bit into the slice of pepperoni and groaned, his eyes widening. "Nope. Not awful. Rain check on the sex for now."

Harry snorted and dug in, watching as Tony fluttered his eyelashes as he ate, looking over at Harry and leering. "It's the least I can do anyway. I'm not going to mooch off of you for forever."

"Why not? This is providing," Tony argued, groaning again as he took a big bite, licking his lips and fingers and… Harry groaned at the sight, heat filling his body, and Tony winked at him.

"Either stop doing that or I'm going to fuck you on the dining table," Harry suggested, crooking an eyebrow Tony's way.

Tony smirked at him, heat flaring in his belly, as he picked up his slice and took a bite, licking his fingers clean again, licking his lips. Harry groaned, his eyes blowing wide, and he stood up and walked around the table to stand right in front of him. Tony winked at him and Harry swore, reaching out to tug him into a kiss.

For a first kiss with his fiancee, it was warm and chaste, sparking a little as a tease as to what was to come. Harry's hands came around him, one going around to cup his neck and the other to grasp his chin, framing him in. Tony shivered at the heat in Harry's eyes as he pulled back and then he pulled him back in, going for more. More of that scent that was… he guessed was uniquely Harry. That scent that filled the air right before a storm did, the ozone, and heat trickled through him like the start of a rain storm, light and teasing. And some kind of… old wood, dry and old.

A noise left Harry's throat as Tony moved against him, making his cock stir. Harry nudged Tony backward, making him stumble a little bit but Harry caught him, moved him to sit back on the bar stool. Tony groaned at the manhandling and peered up at him, his brown eyes blown wide with desire. Harry smirked at him and pulled Tony's shirt off, his fingers running up against the man's warm skin.

Tony arched into him immediately, as Harry pressed a kiss to his skin, as Harry took a step back to look him over.

"Hey, come back-" Tony paused, his voice low as he made gimme motions with his hands. "Harry."

Harry smiled and looked over that tanned, muscular chest that didn't have any scars, no marks, no anything, and stepped into the circle of Tony's hips. "You're gorgeous."

Tony blinked even as his cock hardened, as Harry's fingers traced over his skin, and then smirked, his breath hitching at the naked desire in those green eyes. "Awww, you're just saying that."

Harry snorted and pressed into him again, brushing kisses to his mouth, to his chin, down his throat. Tony groaned and reached out to dig his fingers into Harry's hips, tugging him closer, trying to get more of that pale skin. "I am not just saying that, Stark."

"Ahhh, Merlin, you're awed by me, huh? I knew it. You're-"

Harry's eyes darkened at Tony's nickname, his breathing hitching as his pupils blew wide, black edging out green. "Tony."

"What? You just want a piece of this," Tony argued, grinning and then breaking out into a low moan as Harry closed the last remaining space between them and slipped a hand right into his jeans. Tony shuddered, heat tripping through him, into him, as Harry's fingers wrapped around his cock, stroking him. Up, down, thumbing the head, and Tony sucked in a strangled breath, swaying with need, with hunger, as Harry reached his other hand up to curl around his neck.

"I want all of you," Harry croaked out, pressing the pad of his thumb to the scent gland on the base of his throat. The punch of lust that shuddered through Tony was sudden and made him almost choke with it, feeling Harry's fingers tighten around his cock at the same time. "You gave me a home, Tony."

Hedwig chose that moment to bark and bark loudly, irritated.

Harry snorted in amusement and met his eyes. "Gave us a home. Fine."

Tony laughed breathlessly, moaning loudly as Harry stroked him faster, tighter, coming as Harry leaned into suck a bruise into the crook of his neck. His toes curled and pleasure ran roughshod through him as he shook with it, his eyes closing unconsciously.

"You like… the name… Merlin?" Tony finally asked, his voice rough, opening his eyes to see Harry looking at him, smug pride in those green eyes.

"You don't even know," Harry answered hoarsely, his eyes widening as Tony slipped his own hands out to stroke over Harry's jeans, rubbing over his cock. He leaned against Tony, touching his forehead to his, panting with need as Tony rubbed him off. "All mine."

"You're mine too, alpha," Tony agreed, rumbling low in his throat.

Harry jerked against him, swaying as he came immediately at the word. "Tony."

"You ran into scissors when you were younger, didn't you?" Tony asked, as Harry slid down his naked body, the morning sun waking them both up.

"Nope," Harry answered, his voice hoarse from sleep, peering up and meeting his eyes right before swallowing him down.

Tony let out a strangled yell and his nerves lit up like they were on fire, his hips bucking up into that mouth. Harry grinned around him and pressed a hand down to his waist, holding him down.

"I'm gonna guess...fuck."

Harry hummed around his cock, mischief sparking in his eyes, and slipped a finger underneath him, tracing his ass, shutting him up for the next hour. Jarvis was even kind enough to stay silent, diverting calls from Pepper or the board as the sun rose outside.

"Tony…"

"Yeah huh?"

"Tony, we need to talk," Harry said, as they sat in the living room the night before the wedding. They weren't doing anything fancy for a wedding, just inviting Tony's friend and Pepper. Obediah Stane- CEO of Stark Industries- was coming too, a friend of the family, an apparent friend even of Howard Stark. Harry had only idly asked about Tony's father the other day but Tony had gone suspiciously quiet and hadn't talked of the man too much. Only enough to offer Harry an idea of how Howard's parenting was.

"What about? You getting cold feet, Merlin?"

Tony was laying on the couch, his legs stretched out and his feet in Harry's lap. Harry was just in jeans and a red shirt, one that said "my other ride is a broomstick" in the center of it. Hedwig was curled up on Harry's other side, the couch big enough for all three of them. Her warm head lay on the other side of Tony's feet, keeping the two men warm with her breath and fur.

"No. I… It's about your nickname for me," Harry remarked, running his fingers over Tony's feet idly.

"Hmm?"

"You haven't… seen anything, have you?"

Tony blinked and finally looked up from the tablet he was scrolling through. "Nope. Other than the freakishly weird dog and her dad."

Harry poked his knee. "Other than that."

"Noooo…. Was I supposed to?"

"No, I suppose not," Harry said, glancing out through the glass windows across from them. It was dark outside, the waves quiet, the air still. He still wasn't too sure if he trusted Tony enough to tell him of his secret, of Hedwig's secret, but he figured time would tell. "I am grateful enough that you're letting me stay here. I have-"

"Nope. None of that talk. You're not getting away from me that easily, Potter."

"I'm not talking about moving out," Harry retorted, his lips curling into a frown. "I have funds though."

Tony waved a hand and Harry quieted, something stubborn in his eyes that Tony filed away for later.

"No need."

"What about… children?" Harry idly asked, his fingers curling around Tony's calves, stroking, smoothing circles into heated skin. He watched as goosebumps trailed up Tony's skin and he matched Tony's grin with one of his own. "Your heat's soon."

"The thing at city hall's tomorrow. Of course it is. You don't need to worry."

Tony peered back down at his tablet, scribbling something onto the screen with his finger.

"Tony?"

"Forget about it for the night," Tony finally muttered, low and rough before sliding forward, swinging his legs off the couch and moving towards Harry. Hedwig let out a quiet woof at the movement and jumped down off the couch, trotting over to go rest by the floor to ceiling window, watching as various birds flew by.

Tony reached out idly, meeting Harry's eyes, leering at him as he undid the man's jeans. He smirked as he heard Harry suck in a breath, rubbing the palm of his hand against the guy's clothed dick, feeling it harden underneath his fingers.

Harry groaned and curled his fingers around Tony's neck, squeezing lightly, making him shudder. His heart rabbited in his chest, heat curling in the pit of his stomach, sweat trickling down his back and licked down heated skin, taking in the cock in front of him in one swallow.

"Tony! Fuck!" Harry swore, his fingers scratching at the nape of his neck, almost petting him. His voice had roughened with arousal, with heat, and Tony grinned around him, tracing his tongue over the head, throwing his arms behind his back. The noises Harry was making made that center of him pleased, showing off for his alpha, showing off for the man he was about to marry.

"Can you… shit…" Harry paused, breathing heavily, as Tony peered up at him, leering at him. He tipped his head against the fingers that Harry had on his neck before taking him in even deeper, to the base. Harry shuddered, tremors running through him and pulled him in, keeping him in place, his fingers squeezing a little tighter. Like he could totally hold him there, in place, cock in his mouth. Tony groaned at the thought, at being held down, his own cock pulsing with pre-come, aching with need.

Harry grinned down at him, his eyes almost glowing. Later Tony would think it was the moonlight that made those green eyes glow like that but now all he was focused on was the dick in his mouth, all thought driven out of his mind. Fingers smoothed over the hairs at the nape of his neck, teasing over warm skin and Tony twirled his tongue over the slit, over the head and down, sucking and swallowing around him until Harry was tense, shuddering.

The yank on his hair made him shiver, made him come even as he swallowed down Harry's come. It was a minute, another minute before Tony slowly pulled off, breathing heavily, his throat hoarse and looked up into Harry's eyes again.

"Tony. Oh," Harry muttered, voice low and rough, making Tony shiver at the sound of it. "You're perfect."

Tony turned away and laid his head on Harry's lap, feeling his cheeks redden, even as he picked up his tablet.