Top Harry Drabble: Harry/Oliver A/B/O

Chapter Summary:

Harry is the occasional alpha that Oliver goes to before the island. (Arrow, Harry/Oliver)

"You are such a brat."

Oliver grinned and moaned as Harry thrust deeper, the other man's fingers digging into his hips to hold him in place. He arched back into Harry even as Harry's other hand snaked up his back and curled around his neck. Heat licked into his body and pleasure boiled through him as the sounds of skin hitting skin filled the hall.

"Our contract-"

"The contract says nothing about you interrupting a business meeting, Oliver," Harry hissed, squeezing Oliver's neck a little and pulling out. "You could have knocked!"

Oliver groaned and squirmed around only to be held in place. "I was in heat!"

"You could have come by sooner," Harry argued, his voice husky, thrusting back in hard and Oliver's second release of the night rode through him. He felt full, deliciously so, and he whined, arching back into Harry and feeling the guy's cock slide into him further. "I swear to Merlin... I wouldn't have agreed to this if I had known you were like this!"

Oliver whimpered as the hand on his hip moved and trailed nails over his ass, goosebumps trailing over his arms at the touch. His toes curled in his boots and his fingers gripped the counter in front of him in a white knuckled hold as Harry bent him further over, thrusting in and then pulling out only to rub his cock between his thighs. Harry's chest was at his back, warm and overwhelming, and alpha.

The smell of ozone and strangely enough lilies wafted down and he shivered, clutching onto the counter tighter as his legs trembled, as sweat dripped down his forehead.

Oliver whined and bucked back, his eyes wide and there were words coming out of his mouth and… "Please. Fuck me."

"Be a good boy for me?"

Oliver shuddered at the words, at the breath that tickled his ear. Harry mouthed at the skin of his neck, avoiding the scent gland, avoiding the temptation to claim, and Oliver groaned as Harry licked over his ear, sending ripples of want and pleasure and heat through him. It was like flames were licking through him and he needed more.

He arched back into the hands that held him, his breath unsteady, and the sudden, sharp slap on his ass startled him. Oliver stood there, his breath hitching, and another release echoed through him at the pain-pleasure that filled him. Sparks of heat roiled through him and he wasn't done. He needed…

"No more interrupting me at meetings," Harry croaked out, squeezing Oliver's hips and then he shoved back into him, hard and warm and Oliver yelled.

Harry's breath tickled his neck even as it stayed unsteady, as his cock grew in size within him. Oliver whined and sighed in pleasure, breathing out deeply and feeling Harry seat himself deeper within him. Pleasure roiled through him, filling him and echoing throughout his body like waves.

A month later, Harry was on the phone with a goblin representative, talking about his vaults and accounts with them with the TV on in the background.

"Robert and Oliver Queen presumed dead at sea!"

Harry raised an eyebrow, his heart skipping a beat at the news headline, and then turned back to meeting with the goblins.

Two and ¾ years later and a knock on his door woke him up. The wards hadn't activated but he still tucked his wand into his pocket as he stood up, not bothering to throw on a shirt as he hastened down the staircase and over to the door. He hesitated, his heart thumping in his chest, for a moment before slowly opening the door.

There was a man and a woman on the other side, both dressed all in black, combat armor on their chest and combat boots on their feet. And… a baby carrier at their feet between the two agents. A small infant lay in the basket, tufts of dark hair sprouting from its head and two bright blue eyes peering up at Harry.

Harry blinked, looked at the two people who were clearly agents from some government organization, and sighed. "Who died?"

The two agents looked at him, their eyes narrowing. The man drew out an envelope from a pocket and handed it over.

"At least you guys waited for me to answer the door," Harry remarked as he glanced down at the name on the paper. He snorted at his own words and laughed, remembering Petunia describing finding him on her doorstep. Dumbledore hadn't waited for the Durselys to open their door but these two agents had.

The agents continued to stare at him, their eyes widening at his continued laughter. They looked fairly bewildered but they still didn't comment or remark on his reaction.

It was addressed to him but he wasn't familiar at all with the… Memories flashed through his mind, at the scribbled name. He slipped his finger through the envelope and drew out the letter within, his heart falling into his stomach at the words.

Harry,

I hope… I hope you remember me. You and I had a contract with each other before… I hoped… I can't keep my son with me and I hoped… The whole world thinks I'm dead and I want to keep it that way. I… The other parent is… dead and I… hoped you might be willing to take care of him.

His name is Grant… or I guess his other parent… the alpha thought of that name. His alpha's last name was Wilson but don't… don't name him that. Use your name.

If you don't want him… I… These two agents have their orders but I don't want…

Don't tell anyone who his parents are, please. I don't want my mom and sister to know that I'm alive either. I don't know… if I'll be coming back.

Oliver Queen

Harry's stomach roiled at the words on the paper, seeing the dried tear stains. He slowly brought up the paper to his nose and inhaled deeply, trying to see if he could… The faint scent of leather, sweat, blood and wild radiated from the letter. That last one was pure Oliver and omega and Harry's heart skipped a beat.

He tightened his grip on the page, tucked it into a pocket, and knelt down, peering at the boy within the carrier. "Hello, Grant."

"You'll take him?"

"Yes, I'll take the kid," Harry murmured, reaching out to the boy.

"Here are his papers," the woman said, handing a brown envelope over to him. Harry grasped them and tucked them into another pocket, saving them for later. "Everything's in order."

Grant looked up at him, blinking, and stuck out his left arm, flexing his small fingers. Harry slowly let the kid grasp his own, watching as Grant tightened his grip on the finger.

"Oh, Oliver," Harry whispered, leaning down to get the boy's scent and scooping him up. "What did you get yourself into?"

Grant smelled of Oliver and some other alpha but Harry brought the boy to his chest and held tight. There was a slightly bitter scent about the kid but it was faint.

"Tight grip you've got there, kiddo," Harry murmured, keeping one arm around the boy and picking up the basket with the other. He watched as the two agents left and then turned around and walked back into his home. He'd floo call Molly in a few minutes to see if she had any spare baby clothes and supplies.

Two years later and Harry looked at the TV as he watched Oliver Queen walk out from the courthouse, after legally coming back from the dead. Grant was in his playpen, chattering happily.

He took a few steps closer to the TV, eying the expression on Oliver's face. Tight shoulders, narrowed eyes, precise movements and there was nothing soft about Oliver anymore. The man was all muscle and he watched as Oliver walked down the courthouse steps, idly recognizing the man next to him as Tommy Merlyn.

Oliver though… He recognized something on the man's face, something… "That's a mask."

"Papa?"

Harry turned to look at Grant, turning the TV off with a flick of a hand, and walked over to his son. Grant was two years old and had already started to walk, making Harry have to baby proof the house. Kreacher had volunteered to help out his son and had invited Winky over to help too.

"Hey, sweetheart," Harry remarked quietly. "What's up with the world these days?"

Grant smiled widely up at him and reached up to grab his favorite toy, a stuffed T-Rex that actually moved and roared. The stuffed dragon sat next to it, forgotten for the day. "She has a boo-boo."

"Oh, does she? How did the dino get injured?" Harry questioned, returning his son's smile with one of his own.

"She was protecting her mate!" Grant exclaimed, gesturing frantically to the dragon.

"Oh, well, then. Does she need a kiss to make it all better?"

"Yes!"

Harry smiled and pressed a kiss to the stuffed dinosaur before dropping a kiss on Grant's mess of hair. Grant giggled and rolled over onto the other side of the playpen, dragging the dragon and t-rex with him. Harry smiled and ruffled the boy's hair as he sat down to watch his son play.

The wards twitched an alert but didn't activate at the presence of the hooded man. Harry's heart skipped a beat and he stood up, headed over to the window. He could see the Hood out there, the quiver full of arrows on his back, and hood over his head. Harry stared at the man and then let out a shaky breath before heading back over to the door, stepping out.

"Hey."

The Hood, the vigilante that had been stirring up the police and every single citizen of Star City, started a little. Harry watched as Oliver's shoulders tightened and curled and the grip on his bow tightened. He imagined white knuckles under gloves and he winced. Oliver didn't know about Harry completely, didn't know about the wizarding world, but he still had asked Harry to look after Grant.

"Oliver."

The Hood turned his way and Harry stopped breathing as thunder echoed in the distance. The moon shone down on them and the stars twinkled and rain spit onto the ground. This was the fifth night that Oliver had made his way to Harry's home and to watch his son through the window.

Oliver took a step towards Harry, hesitant and wary and trembling and Harry flinched at the sight. Oliver ended up just one step shy of the porch before it began to really pour and Harry brought out his wand, shook it out and held it over the both of them.

Oliver stopped, his eyes widening a little bit, and then his knees buckled, his breathing unsteady, the bow dropping to the ground with a light thump. Harry quickly closed the distance between them and curled an arm around the man, reaching out to slip Oliver's hood down.

Oliver was thin and all muscle and he was trembling in Harry's arms.

"How… How did you know it was me?"

"Your scent," Harry offered quietly, looking into Oliver's familiar blue eyes. "Oliver… what happened to you on that island?"

Oliver shuddered, his arms flexing and his head dropping before he straightened up. "I shouldn't…"

"He's your son, Oliver. You have every right to be here," Harry said, bumping shoulders with him. "You don't have to tell me anything right now anyways. Would you like to… come in?"

"Can I?"

"What kind of question is that? Of course. He's sleeping right now but you can look at him from the same room." Harry started to stand up but Oliver stayed still. "You need a minute?"

Oliver dipped his head in a nod and Harry kept the wand-umbrella over them as he tightened his other arm around Oliver's waist. A noise left Oliver's throat, something akin to a strangled cry, and Harry left his wand to float in the air and wrapped his other arm around Oliver.

"You're home. You're safe," Harry whispered, meeting Oliver's blue eyes. "You are welcome anytime, Oliver. No need for permission. And no need to worry about anybody seeing you right now."