AN: Here on this February 15th aka Evil Author Day, I bring you all this short thing. This was actually written back on 2019 so you can guess that this might never become a full thing.

*Most of Clayton's and Archimedes's speeches came from the actual animated Disney movie.

Some info that I couldn't figure out how to fully implement to the story:

*Set in the 1880's like in the Disney movie.

*No magic.

*When his parents died, Harry was adopted by the Porters and raised as a brother to Jane. His father was a friend of Archimedes Q. Porter.

*Harry is a submissive, which means he can get pregnant. Being a male submissive is extremely rare which makes him really popular and sought after among Dominants, resulting in Harry's annoyance.

*He feels a strong dislike towards Clayton and his "romantic" advances but tries to push his uneasiness away as he works with his father.

Like the roar of thunder, the loud crack resounded through the trees astounding everyone.

"What was that?" Tarzan asked in an awed whisper. Kerchak, who was standing next to him, quickly became somber before he turned around and announced in a gruff voice, "Everyone, let's move."

Quietly following behind the group, he kept stealing glances back towards the trees. He couldn't help but be curious.

What kind of creature made such a noise?

He considered just leaving it, surely it was only a one-time thing, he thought but stopped on his tracks when another loud crack resounded and looked back towards the source before glancing to his retreating family. Making sure the group wasn't looking his way, he quickly moved following the noise.

oOo

Someone, please, make him stop. Harry begged inside his head as he slowly walked behind the talkative man who was excitedly speaking of his multiple hunting exploits. He didn't care about the hunting at all, in fact; he was here solely for research purposes, not for killing innocent animals for fun only to be displayed as a trophy.

He quietly grumbled as the guide went on, "-a safari I led up the Zambezi. Marvelous. Lots of hunting, yes. Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang." The tall man exuberated as he energetically swung his machete cutting through the trees while he simply rolled his eyes as the other continued to relate his 'hunting adventures'.

Trying to tune him out, he looked around in hopes of finding something to distract himself with. Straining his ears, he noticed some rustling on the branches above them and paused trying to figure out if that was some kind of animal. Raising his head, he inspected the area around them to see where the sound came from before he shrugged. It was probably just some kind of bird or a monkey.

"-wildebeest everywhere. Two bearers loading three rifles for me, blasting away-" The word 'bearer' made Harry stop on his tracks. Surely he meant some sort of assistant holding his rifle for him, but the strange way he said it made him think otherwise and immediately felt disgusted.

It was bad enough that at his young age of nineteen he was constantly reminded of his status as Omega by the stupid hierarchy of British "gentlemen", but the name of bearer was one of the worse names that had reached his ears and greatly considered it an insult. He was more than just a womb.

He never liked the man; he would've preferred any other person but William Clayton. Ever since their first meeting he had a bad feeling about him and he would never forget the strange glint in his eyes when he looked at him.

He tried to push these feelings down, even though he was certain they were his instincts screaming for him to run.

Sadly, Clayton was the best suited for the job with his experience in the wilderness. And his father seemed to like him for some reason. He only hoped that whatever it was, it won't end up blowing up on their faces.

"That's when I knew I was born for Africa and Africa was created for-" The man went on but stopped abruptly, sensing something between the leaves and shoot without hesitation before quickly swinging his machete clearing his path, rifle back in hand ready to fire.

Jumping at the sound of the gunshot, the young man rushed towards the hunts man and pushed the gun away exclaiming in exasperation. "Could you stop shooting for a second?! You are scaring the poor creatures!" He was fed up of the sound of that damned rifle, his ears ringing every time the man pulled the trigger.

"Dangerous creatures, my dear. Creatures that could rip your pretty face off with sharp claws and teeth. I must remind you that we aren't in England anymore." Clayton replied still looking at the trees before turning towards him with a raised eyebrow.

"I know that very well but if you keep this up the animals will leave the area for sure, making it harder for us to track."

"Clayton!" A voice exclaimed and a small white haired man came rushing towards them, shooting questions one after the other. "W-what happened? I heard the shooting. What is it? What is it?! Are we in danger?!"

"Papa, stop…" Harry sighed tiredly, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"I thought I saw something hiding between the trees." Clayton muttered as he continued his search, he was sure there was something hiding there and scrunched his face in thought before he turned towards Harry again. "I still wonder what made you come this far. I love your enthusiasm but you should've followed your sister's advice and stayed with her in London." He said, holding his rifle with one hand in a cocky posture. "The jungle isn't a place for someone like you, pet."

Doing his best to ignore the blasted nickname, Harry just stared at him with a strained smile. "Thank you for your concern, sir, but I can assure you that I can take care of myself. I came here only for the fact that I wanted to and to help my father in his research. Now, care to show us the way?" He finished with a gesture forward only receiving an arrogant smirk from Clayton before he oh-so-slowly turned around making his way through the undergrowth.

Harry quietly seethed behind. If the man was going to keep throwing nicknames and showing off, he feared that he was going to do something that would highly upset his father. He was tired of being treated as a delicate creature only because of his status.

Speaking about his father… he was too absorbed muttering to himself what kind of animals could be found on the area. "It could have been a Hippopotamus amphibious or a Rhinoceros bihornus, maybe a Papio ursinus or-"

With an exhausted smile, he could only shake his head at his father antics before his eyes widened as he looked where he was standing, noticing the big palm leaves and the shape. "Papa, look where you are standing!" He exclaimed happily, crouching to inspect it closely. "It's a nest!"

"At last! Our first sign in days." Clayton grinned. "Do you think the beasts could be nearby?"

"I would prefer if you didn't use that term-" Harry started, giving him the stink eye before his father cut in ignorant in his excitement, "It's possible. I mean, there is the proof that they had been there-"

"Papa!" Harry called to bring his father attention, "Look over there! There are more!" He exclaimed, pointing towards the multiple nests, "That means that-"

"-they have family groups!" Archimedes continued an exuberant look on his face.

"Excuse me, 'family groups'?" Clayton cut in with a dubious smirk on his face, "I'm sorry but these are wild beasts that would sooner tear your head off than being friendly."

"On the contrary, Mr Clayton. We have the theory that they are extremely social creatures-" Harry tried to reason but he was promptly silenced when Clayton widened his eyes and grabbed his gun, quickly shooting towards the tree-covered ceiling.

"Stop it with that!" He hissed, slowly pulling his hands away from his ears, tired of being on edge because of that damned rifle. "What if it's what we have been looking for?!"

"That was no gorilla." Clayton muttered looking towards the looming trees above them.

Astonished, they followed his gaze in confusion only to be surrounded by silence. "I think we are just overreacting, and the gunshots aren't helping." Harry quietly stated, looking at the agitated sate of his father.

"Perhaps we should move along."

"Yes, indeed." Arcuimedes pipped in. "We should keep heading west following the Ganoderma ablonatum." He exuberated in his usual jubilant manner.

Harry sighed as he stood up, glancing around from time to time intrigued at what was that kept Clayton on edge. He seemed to know what he was doing so it had to be something out there. Hopefully it wasn't something that they should be worried about.

He could still hear them talking a few feet away, hunting trips, again, when he was startled by the sound of rustling coming from the bushes behind him.

Standing still, he gasped as a heavy crunch followed by more rustling resounded and he quickly turned around, eyes darting from side to side in fear. He could swear that he saw a dark blur passing through from the corner of his eyes.

"W-what-?" He stammered nervously before he looked back towards the direction the others had gone but he couldn't see or heard them anymore.

He gulped and stared at the big bushes in front of him. Biting his lip he debated whether or not he should investigate the source of the noises. Of course, his curious nature won.

oOo

From his place between the trees, Tarzan was completely amazed. The creatures looked like him!

There were three of them, a big one whose voice had some kind of growl to it, a thin one who strangely seemed out of place but at the same time it looked right at home amongst the big leaves, and a small gray one who seemed to be excited for everything it saw.

Were they a family?

Probably not all of them, he concluded as he noticed there seemed to be some kind of hostility between the big and thin one.

He had tried to let himself be known but after he almost got hit with a small projectile he decided that it would be better to just remain hiding for the moment.

Staring strangely at the weird chattering,

oOo

Moving across the big leaves and trees Harry stared in amazement at the big display of nature. Jane would eat her little heart out just to see this, he grinned reaching for the small satchel at his side when he was startled by something falling on his head.

Lightly rubbing his head, he glanced at the fruit a few inches from his feet. The culprit, a small baboon.

"Are you what all the fuss was about?" he chuckled. That was golden, he thought, great hunter Clayton scared of a baby baboon.

"Hold still," he muttered excitedly as he pulled his sketch book, "Luna would love to be there, and she will definitely love you." He gushed, thinking of his friend back in London and her love for any living creatures. Finishing adding the details on the drawing he looked up only to notice that the small animal was gone.

He startled when he felt something climbing on his back and turned his head, noticing the baboon on his shoulder.

Amused, he pointed at the book signaling the drawing, "What do you think?"

The little animal let out excited noises before it quickly grabbed the book and ran, tearing some of the pages on his way.

"Hey, now you little-!" Harry exclaimed running after it. "-rascal! I can't believe I'm following a little thief in the shape of a baboon." He muttered picking every page he found. "The girls will surely be in fits if she finds out."

Finally he found the thief sitting on the root of a big tree tossing his papers into the air as if they were confetti.

"Alright, now. Give me that." He ordered with his palm out only for the little animal to wave his arm with intent of keeping him away. "I don't care for that drawing but I want my book back."

Taking advantage of its distraction he snatched the book only for it to start crying. "Ok, that's not- I need this book for my studies and you only wanted a page, see?" He tried to reason, about to rip the page so the baby would stop crying, "There is no need-"

The sudden snarling made him jump and accidentaly drop the book, looking towards the numerous primates on top of the darkened tree.

"T-that must be your family," he chuckled nervously at the intimidating scene, "hey, I was- Really cute child you have there. Very…" he paused, thinking on his next words, "energetic. It's alright; I'll be on my way…" he trailed off, slowly picking his book and stepping backwards as slow as he could.

What is he supposed to do? Run? Don't run? He looked around anxiously. Running would certainly make them angrier, but standing in the same spot will seem as a challenge.

His blood ran cold as he looked at the big mass of adults baring their sharp teeth.

Run. Definitively.

Swallowing heavily, he gripped his book tightly and continued to slowly walk backwards only to stumble on a root, the sudden movement causing them to give chase and he fumbled around to regain his footing before running as fast as he could only to find a cliff. Not having the time to think and knowing that it's wasn't likely that the baboons would stop either, he continued to run and jumped as hard as he could hoping to reach the other end, closing his eyes expecting to hit the ground. Perplexed at only feeling the wind against his face he opened his eyes to find himself hauled up on the air meters above the ground.

"What on earth is-" He breathed out in shock looking behind him and seeing he was held up by a man who was holding on the back of his jacket and screamed in surprise only to scream louder when he felt one of the baboons had grabbed onto his leg and started biting him. "Let go! Let go!" He yelled while he relentlessly hit it with the book managing to free himself but losing his boot in the process. He couldn't help but apologize in his head as the poor monkey fell.

He let out a squeal as he was jostled in the air like a ragdoll before he fell into the arms of the wild man. It took him a second to comprehend what happened before he jolted and pushed him away. "Put me down! Put me down!" He barely touched the ground before he heard the incoming horde of monkeys and immediately exclaimed, "I changed my mind. Pick me up! Pick me up!" as he pulled close towards him, grabbing onto anything he could reach.

After that he could only remember screaming in terror.

oOo

He breathed heavily as he was pressed against the hard bark of a huge tree, he could still heard the screeching of the baboons echoing between the trees. Swallowing he blinked at his savior and quickly pushed him away only to shiver as he touched skin.

Of course this man was ripped to hell and back! How was he supposed to push him away or fight him off him?

What was his luck?

But then he became increasingly concerned as the man started gesturing and making strange sounds towards the baboons.

Only to gawk as the monkeys were chattering along with him and startled as the man suddenly moved towards him making a weird gesture with his hands and motioned to the small baboon.

"O-oh, the drawing-" he muttered, fishing for his book, which he had somehow managed to salvage, and ripped the page with the drawing before giving it to them which was taken roughly by what he presumed to one of his parents with a gruff stare before they left.

The baby monkey cuddling the paper while riding his father's back.

He almost deflated as the rush of adrenaline left his body as all of the monkeys retreated only to remember the weird man next to him and startled, making a sound at the back of his throat when he noticed that he was pretty much named and only wearing a loin cloth and quickly averted his gaze only to find his face mere inches from a very naked and very muscled chest.

And then of course his hormones had to react and tell him that he could and should take a peek.

After all, if people objectified him because of his status as an Omega then he could do the same! But he wouldn't! Because he was a respectful human being!

Papa raised me right. Papa raised me right.

Were his mantra as he moved away, gaze glued to his feet, it won't do to survive whatever that was only to die by falling from this tree.

"I'm on a tree with a very naked man who talks with monkeys." He panted, walking along the thick vine around the trunk of the biggest tree he has ever seen to get as far as he could from this man. "This isn't happening. I'm just delusional. Yeah, it must be the heat that is making me see things." He chuckled almost hysterically only to turn into sobs as he looked to the side and saw this strange man, the very reason of his breakdown, staring curiously at him.

"Jane was right; maybe I shouldn't have come here in the first place."