Top Harry Drabble: Harry/Steve McGarrett
Chapter Summary: In which Harry remembers the classified operation in which he met Steve McGarrett. (Hawaii 5-0)
This is a direct continuation/same 'verse of last chapter, with Harry/Danny.
"Steve… as in Steve McGarrett?"
Danny turned to look at Harry, raised an eyebrow at him. "The one and the same. He gives me a headache on a daily basis."
Harry's eyes narrowed and he let out a snort of surprised laughter. "Should have known from your stories after work. That man's good in bed."
Danny's eyes widened and he started to laugh. Judging by Harry's expression, his laughter was taking on a hysterical edge and he didn't give a shit.
"Of course you two know each other. Of fucking course. The two danger magnets in my life know each other. How did you meet?"
"On a classified operation."
"Sure. Of course. That's the only answer."
"McGarrett, you're with Potter."
Steve turned to look at the man across from him, the wizard, as the lead man in charge continued to list off partnerships. It was one non-magical soldier with a magical soldier, a Navy SEAL partnered with an auror, and Steve hadn't known what to make of the existence of wizards or witches at first. The demonstration had settled him, making his heart beat fast in awe and more than a little bit of healthy respect.
The light of the moon shone through the windows in the warehouse they were in, curling around the witchlights in the air above the men and women.
Potter returned Steve's look, his green eyes narrowed in thought, as he crossed his arms. Potter was supposed to be one of the more dangerous aurors around, the man thought to be taking the Head Auror position in England within the next few months. His dark hair was wild, falling all over the man's head, unlike the rules about what you could do with your hair in the American army and navy. The scar on his forehead was faded but Steve could still see it, see the structure of it as it jutted downward across the man's skin.
Potter was wearing some kind of armor and Steve narrowed his eyes, trying to get a better look at it, as their CO's voice quieted. The man was also wearing boots and black pants, similar to everyone else, and a holster on his left thigh. His wand fit snugly into the leather of the holster and overall, Steve was quite satisfied by the look. He had seen some wizards who didn't look as prepared as Potter did. Each Navy SEAL walked over to their appointed Auror and Steve did the same, stopping a foot away from Potter, who raised an eyebrow.
"It's dragonhide armor," Potter remarked idly. "Friend of mine had it made for me."
"They say you're the most dangerous out of them."
"I heard the same about you from your CO," Potter said, his lips twitching up into a grin as he gave Steve a slow once over look. Steve's heart skipped a beat at the heat in Potter's eyes but he focused on why they were here in the first place. "You lot and your guns… It's a pity that you Americans have the DADT. Well… Care to join the others at the perimeter?"
Steve watched as Potter's eyes flashed, as he held out a hand. He refused to flush at Potter's words and his looks in front of both teams and the CO. It had been a while since he had slept with someone, especially a guy, but they were on mission right now. The other members of his team took the hands of the aurors and the cracks of multiple apparitions filled the air.
"Yeah. Just make sure you have the coordinates right."
Potter rolled his eyes in bemusement, rocked back on the heels of his feet. "I'm good at what I do, McGarrett. Either you trust me with this or you don't."
Steve stared at him before dropping his hand in Potter's, feeling the warm calluses on his palm. Steve wondered if the stories about Potter were true, if he really had experienced what he had said.
"I don't bite," Potter offered wryly. "Close your eyes. It's better that way."
As soon as he closed his eyes, Potter muttered something under his breath and Steve felt a tug at his waist before he was yanked away. It felt like he was being squeezed through a tube for hours and then he landed on his feet and into chaos.
"Down!"
"Shots fired! Man down!"
He immediately drew his weapon, a HK416 with sound suppressing rounds, and crouched in the corner of the field they had landed in. Harry stood in front of him, maybe an inch or two ahead of him, and muttered under his breath as spell light shot across the field in front of them. Bullets sprayed around them, following the spells and thunked into people. Steve pulled down his night vision goggles and turned them on, looking for targets and finding several.
A bullet smacked into his kevlar vest, leaving him gasping for breath but otherwise unharmed. "Fuck."
"You're telling me. Someone betrayed us," Potter whispered breathlessly. "Come on. Let's go. Still got a job to do."
A blue shield popped up in front of them, shining bright in the night sky. Steve couldn't see Potter wielding his wand, couldn't see that Potter had anything in his hands as they ran through the field of tall grass in the outskirts of a wizarding village. They were in Afghanistan, nowhere near any civilization and alone. Through his goggles, Steve followed Potter, keeping a foot behind him and just as they reached the other side of the field, movement ran across his line of vision. He holstered his rifle, drew his sidearm, a SIG Sauer P226, aimed it, and pulled the trigger.
A yell echoed throughout the field and Steve kept moving, his CO's voice echoing in his mind. Shoot to kill. Don't want these bastards getting their hands on the weaponry that the wizards are keeping in their bunker.
A flash of red light shot through his vision and another body fell to the ground in front of them. The stars twinkled above them and there was no other light except the light of dangerous spells. Steve could even see a hint of green passing through the air a mile away, wondering what kind of spell made that kind of sickly green light. Potter's eyes were similar enough to that shade that Steve was more curious than worried.
"Won't last long but it'll give us time to get to cover," Potter muttered, giving a thumbs up to Steve and moved on. "Fuck."
They moved silently through the open acre that led up to the village, hiding under an overhang of a roof. The cottage next to them was empty, that much Steve could tell through his goggles and he tapped Harry on the shoulder, hearing the shouted spells and spray of bullets behind them die down. He hoped his team was alright, hoped that they weren't all dead. His heart was beating rapidly, adrenaline coursing through his veins as he tightened his grip on his rifle.
"What?" Potter questioned, keeping his voice low as he turned to glance at Steve.
"The cottage is empty if you want a break."
Potter made a noise of frustration and turned back around, keeping still for a few minutes. "We need to regroup. Anything from your team?"
"No. Anything from yours?"
"Judging by the lack of patronuses, no. Let's take a break in there. The warehouse our targets are in is just five miles north of us," Potter finally said, taking the lead again and walking around the corner of the cottage.
Steve followed, side stepping a mutilated body, keeping a tight grip on his weapon. There was another body by the door of the cottage, one that was frozen but not in… Steve drew Potter's attention and the man peered down at the body, reaching down to touch the woman's bare arm.
"Petrified. This isn't good," Potter muttered, before stepping in front of the door. "And… fuck. I have a bad feeling about this. Those look like bite marks."
Steve pulled Potter to a stop, gestured at himself and then at the door. Potter stared at him and then stepped to the side, letting him have the room to breach. Steve reached down into one of the pockets of his tac vest and pulled out a grenade, before kicking the door open and pointing his rifle at the interior of the cottage. He heard a soft glide of something before Potter yelled out warning, felt a hand grab his kevlar vest and yank backward.
Steve fell backward into Potter's arms, following the pull and then grew his grenade into the cottage.
"Don't take those goggles off, McGarrett," Potter exclaimed, his voice calm enough considering their situation. "You just happened to have grenades on your person?"
"You never know when one might come in handy."
Potter snorted, his arms still around Steve and he shivered at the touch. "At least it distracted the animal. No muggle weapons can kill that thing. Though… maybe a tank could, I suppose. Stay here and let me deal with it."
"What is it?"
"Basilisk. I hope no one else has encountered anything like this," Potter whispered, before dropping his arms, trailing off of Steve's skin and leaving goosebumps in his wake. "You really have a lot of muscles, you know. What do they give you in that army of yours?"
"Navy. I'm in the Navy, Potter, not the army."
Potter let out a quiet laugh and stepped through the open doorway. "So you say."
"So I say? The fuck is that supposed to mean?" Steve questioned, his eyes narrowing at the man in front of him.
Hissing filled the air and Steve closed his mouth on realizing that it was not coming from the beast inside. Potter flicked his hand up, motioning around in a circle and a witchlight rose from his fingers, floating up until it lit up the entirety of the small cottage before them. Steve's eyes widened at the sight that met him, at the giant snake that was curled up at the back of the cottage. He raised his rifle and aimed at the beast's head, evening his breathing until his fingers were steady.
The snake did not even radiate any heat in his goggles. That was why he hadn't seen in it before when they were outside. It was just a pale, grey cold and long, long enough to circle the cottage. It was hissing back at Potter and Steve froze at the sound of the hissing words coming from the man in front of him. It had just been a rumor amongst the men and his team that Potter could talk to snakes, the one wizard who could.
They hadn't been given much information on the wizarding world aside from what wizards and witches could do but talking to snakes had not been mentioned. A week ago, someone had asked Potter about his years fighting Voldemort and someone else had asked about Voldemort's snake. Potter had neither confirmed nor denied that he had more abilities than had been made public, something about the wizarding world thinking ill of some of them.
His heart continued to race, jumping as Potter finally fell quiet and the giant snake in front of them stared at them, its eyelids closed over. Potter let out a deep sigh and stepped back to Steve's side, reaching up to drop his hand over Steve's, over the hand he had on his rifle.
"It's okay. No need for that," Potter offered, pushing down slightly enough that Steve got the message and lowered it. "The rogues had it under control. It's going to guard the cottage for us now while we regroup here."
Steve blinked at Potter's words and nodded, reaching up to slip off his goggles. "It won't kill us?"
"No. Your grenade actually kind of… knocked it on its head enough that the spell was lifted."
"What the fuck happened back there?" Steve questioned, watching as Potter started to pace through the cottage. It was a small building, with only three visible rooms. Potter stuck his head through one of the doors, wrinkled his nose, and closed the door behind him.
"Someone betrayed us," Potter remarked idly, stopping at the far end of the cottage and muttering another spell under his breath. The blue light of a patronus flowed from his fingertips and transformed into a big glowing stag, its antlers skimming the ceiling. "Your guess is as good as mine right now."
Steve sucked in a tight breath at the sight of the patronus, easily feeling the sense of warmth, security and safety that it radiated. The stag let out a ghostly whinny and loped around the cottage, pausing to peer at Steve and then ran back to Potter.
"I'm in the cottage five miles from our target, Johnson. See that you and your Navy Seal arrive here safely please."
The ghostly stag loped out of the cottage, slipping through the walls and disappeared. Potter sighed and muttered another spell under his breath, perhaps a warding spell by the sounds of it.
"So… we have time," Potter offered quietly, glancing out one of the windows in the cottage and then back at Steve. "We could… play wizarding poker or chess… or something infinitely more exciting."
Steve rolled his eyes and walked over to another window, propping his rifle up to the glass. "We're on mission."
"Yeah. We're taking a break though. You ever heard of a break? Do Navy SEAL's take breaks? Ever?"
"I don't."
Potter raised an eyebrow and took a step closer towards him by the sound of it. A minute later Potter was standing next to him, his hand reaching out to hover over Steve's. "Is it the adrenaline?"
"Potter…"
"McGarrett. I saw you looking at me during the demonstration and as I was casting the patronus. Whatever happens in this cottage, stays in this cottage. And I already warded it. No one's getting in without my knowing about it."
"Alright! Pushy wizard."
"Super SEAL. I ask again… what do they give you in SEAL boot camp? Cause you guys are all rather unfairly attractive," Potter muttered, pulling Steve away from the window and into a kiss.
Steve gasped into it, quickly holstering his rifle and curled his arm around Potter's shoulder. "Potter…"
Potter's other hand slowly undid his tac vest, lowering it lightly to the floor. Steve helped him and reached out to do the same, pushing off Potter's cloak and armor, which fell to the ground with a quiet thunk. Hands slipped under his shirt and Steve groaned as Potter's fingers traced over his stomach and chest, before pushing his shirt off.
A slight push from Potter caused him to stumble into the wall, hitting cold stone. His heart beat like it was trying to pound its way out of his chest and his cock started to harden as Potter reached in again, licking and kissing his way from Steve's shoulder to his throat, nipping a kiss on his mouth. Steve wrapped his arms around Potter, curling his fingers into the man's back.
Potter grinned at him when they pulled away a minute later, both breathless. Steve could see the bulge in Potter's pants and he let out a strangled groan as the other man pressed his hands to Steve's stomach, with one hand trailing down. Potter kept his eyes on Steve's as his fingers slipped under Steve's cargo pants, to trail down to his cock.
Sweat dripped down his back and forehead as pleasure sparked throughout him, building at the base of his spine.
"Fuck. Potter."
"I think we've graduated to calling each other by our first names, don't you think?" Potter… Harry questioned, winking at him and cupping his cock, squeezing a little and twisting. "Since I've got my hand down your pants and all."
Steve let out a choked gasp, his legs trembling as Harry's fingers stroked him, rubbing the tip of his cock and then coming back up. He bucked up into Harry's fingers as he squeezed again but Harry's hand on his chest stopped him moving more, pinning him to the wall behind him. He fell into Harry's arms, leaning on his shoulder, as Harry jerked him off, doing something delightful with his fingers and then he came, his release as Harry whispered a sentence in that language of his, the rough hiss of it going straight to his cock.
"You look even more beautiful like this," Harry muttered as Steve went loose and relaxed in his arms.
Steve's heart continued to race even as his toes uncurled and his breathing began to even out. One of Harry's hands made its way to his neck, curling around him. "Oh, what I wouldn't give to have more time. A nice long fuck would be nice."
Steve sighed out a deep breath and reached out his hand down to Potter's cock, wanting to reciprocate. He palmed the bulge in Harry's pants and enjoyed seeing Harry suck in a tight breath at the touch. "Maybe we could keep in contact?"
"So I can see if I can take you apart?" Harry questioned hoarsely, his voice still warm and there was a hint of steel underneath. "Fuck, Steve. You with the blushing..."
"You with the making me blush."
Steve rubbed at Harry's cock through his pants, slipped his hand under his pants and stroked again. Harry let out a low moan and came quickly, quietly. He withdrew his hand and wiped it off on Harry's cloak on the ground, watching Harry's nose wrinkle. A quick muttered charm vanished the evidence of both of their releases and Steve nodded idly, appreciating the ease with which their mess was cleaned up.
Steve raised an eyebrow and Harry smirked. "Watching you come was fun."
"We should get back to work," Steve remarked, gesturing to the windows and to the eventual target ahead of them.
"Work. Right. Rogue dark wizards don't wait courteously for their hunters to have sex," Harry said, shrugging and slipping on his armor and cloak again. "Come on. I'll take watch for now. Get some sleep."
"We'll both take watch."
"I took a pepper up potion before the team meeting. I'm fine. Get some sleep, McGarrett. We have a long day ahead of us."