Top Harry tales: Harry/Thomas Barrow

SUMMARY: Lord Potter travels to Downton Abbey for dinner party after World War 1, with his omega Lady Potter, who used to work there. (Downton Abbey, post season 2, set mid season 3~)

"Oh, do we have to do this?" Harry muttered, scowling as he paced around the room, looking down at the clothes on the bed. He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, hearing footsteps on the stairs. "What I wouldn't give to not put on airs like this."

"My lord. Care to have me dress you?"

Harry smiled at the familiar voice and then rolled his eyes, opening them to look right into Thomas' bright blue ones. "You shouldn't be up, my darling. Also… not your lord."

Thomas grinned mischievously, his eyes sparking with heat, and reached out to drop his hands on Harry's shoulders. Brushing away some lint, real or not, and Harry's heart skipped a beat.

"You are my alpha though," Thomas offered, his voice full of heat and want. "All mine."

"Yes, I'm yours and you're mine, Mr Barrow," Harry started, lowering his voice, seeing Thomas shiver. He reached out to his omega, taking in the sight of the man, and laying his fingers over Thomas' chest. Letting his fingers smooth a line down his mate's shirt to the rounded belly beneath. Thomas shuddered and glanced down, taking one of his hands to cover Harry's, sucking in a sharp breath. "You're so pretty like this, you know?"

Thomas sighed and his eyes fluttered closed, stepping closer to him and baring his throat. Harry swallowed and brought his other hand to run his knuckles over the mating bite he'd given the man a year ago. Thomas gasped as Harry curled his fingers around his neck, threading through the hairs at the back.

"Pregnant with our cub," Harry whispered, leaning in and scenting him, inhaling that delightful scent that had changed eight and a half months ago. "You're going to make us late for dinner at the Abbey."

"Sod them. I want you."

Harry snorted, feeling his cock stir in his pants as heat bubbled up in the pit of his gut. He breathed in Thomas' scent, that cool scent that always made him a wee bit possessive. "I wanted you the moment I saw you, you know."

Thomas shuddered as Harry's fingers moved over his visible skin, shivered when Harry slipped his fingers underneath his shirt. Stroking overheated skin, over his belly. Harry let out a noise that was distinctly half growl, half groan, and tugged Thomas over, leaving no space between them. And he knew Thomas could feel how hard he was, judging by how his mate sucked in a sharp breath, his pupils blowing.

"Fuck."

Thomas smirked at him and Harry rolled his eyes, leaning in to kiss the man again, making it as wet and hot and sloppy as he could. Nipping a little and brushing his tongue against Thomas' lips, slipping into his mouth. Thomas moaned and jerked against him, his breathing stuttering more, his pants a little wet with slick. Harry grinned and curled his tongue a little in that move that always made Thomas start to come apart even more. Thomas jerked against him, swaying into him, his whole body sensitive, his smaller cock hard.

Harry nudged Thomas back, hearing his omega's breath hitch as Thomas hit the wall behind them. Heat sparked at the base of his spine and he nosed over Thomas' skin, as Thomas lifted his chin up, giving him more access.

Harry smiled heatedly and licked a line of heat down that pretty neck, nipping a bite into Thomas' skin and hearing him moan. Thomas nearly swayed against him, his head slumping against the wall, wrapping his arms around Harry's back, digging his fingers in.

"You're gonna be such a good mum," Harry murmured, licking over the mating mark and feeling Thomas buck against him, making his own breath stutter. Making his cock harden even more, heat thrumming through him. He reached up to push down Thomas' shirt and leaned into bite a nipple, licking over it. Sucking on it for a minute, feeling Thomas shiver and tremble underneath him.

"Oh. More, please," Thomas groaned out, his hips jerking unconsciously, wanting more friction, wanting Harry. Wanting his alpha.

Harry lowered his hand down, smoothing over Thomas' skin, pushing his pants down to get at his cock. Thomas groaned louder, digging his nails into Harry's back deeper, probably unaware of it. Harry swallowed on a dry throat and stroked Thomas idly, watching him come apart.

"Your scent…" Harry murmured, leaning into swallow up a moan from Thomas, licking into the man's mouth, nipping his bottom lip. His heart thundered in his chest, blood pounding away, making him rut against Thomas, feeling his mate grind against him as well. Noises spilled from Thomas' throat as they moved together, hot and wet. "Drove me crazy."

"Not very… British of you," Thomas croaked, as Harry moved with him.

Harry snorted and quickened his pace for half a minute before pulling away. Thomas snarled and glared at him, making Harry smile fondly at him. More than used to his testy omega mate.

"I can't fuck you, remember? Doctor's orders," Harry murmured, brushing some of Thomas' now sweaty hair off his forehead. Trailing his fingers down to smooth over Thomas' lips, seeing him gulp. "Too close to your due date."

Thomas opened his mouth to argue when Harry smirked up at him, full of hot desire, and went to his knees. A strangled noise left Thomas' mouth as Harry ran his fingers over Thomas' thighs, trailing his fingernails up hot skin, seeing the pile of clothes that they had both dumped to the floor. Thomas' outfit and his own suit, both crumpled up. He felt Thomas twitch irritably beneath his hands at the sight and he smiled.

He brushed his fingers over the lot of them, sending a spark of magic through them, and then focused on the man in front of him. Seeing the clothes rise up into the air and hover before floating over to the table to be smoothed out. Thomas sighed happily as Harry pressed a kiss to first one knee and then the other, kissing his way up to his cock.

Harry looked up at his mate, the man who had softened the blow of accidental time travel, and swallowed him in one move. Thomas's hips jerked as if he had just gotten shocked with electricity, his eyes widening, his hands moving to grasp Harry's shoulders for balance. His mouth opened in a soft little motion but the whine that came out of it was anything but soft.

Harry grinned around him, humming, and licked at the underside, hollowing his cheeks.

Thomas stared down at Harry, at his alpha, who was like no other alpha he knew. The man who without a fuss got down on his knees to pleasure him, peering up at him with heat and mischief and desire. Harry rolled his shoulders and took him down further, deeper, making Thomas shiver as goosebumps rolled up his arms. Heat coiled through him easily, almost to that edge, as Harry sucked him down, no hesitance in his body. Thomas moaned and bucked, that look in Harry's eyes making him almost come on the spot.

Harry slid his hand around him, smoothing over his skin and circling his hole. Thomas keened at the sensations and pleasure shot through him, making him tremble and shake as he spilled into that warm mouth. His eyes fluttered shut as his head fell back against the wall behind him and Harry pulled off, stroking him, practically milking him through it. The thought sent jitters of more pleasure through him, his legs trembling, making him glad he was up against the wall.

"Now we really will be late to dinner," Harry whispered, his voice hoarse as he stood up, trailing his fingers up Thomas' belly, his fingers pausing their travel. His heart skipped several beats at the thought that they would have a kid in not too terribly long. A kid of their own.

"I believe you wanted to be."

Harry snorted in amusement as he trailed his fingers up to Thomas' cheek, smoothing his thumb over heated skin. "That's probably true. Never had an English butler as a boyfriend before."

Thomas' lips twitched up into a fond smile as he finally opened his eyes. "I would be offended if you had. They would have been positively awful."

Harry laughed and leaned in to kiss him, just a light press of his lips to Thomas'. "I'm pretty sure it's supposed to be the alpha who gets all possessive anyway."

Thomas' gaze dropped to the floor, frowning. Harry reached up to curl his fingers at the nape of Thomas' neck, squeezing a little bit, feeling Thomas shudder under his fingers. "I love you for who you are, Thomas. Never doubt that."

Thomas shivered and Harry tipped his chin up, meeting his eyes. "Now… let's get this… thing over with."

"This thing. Only you would call it that," Thomas argued, his eyes sparking with exasperated delight.

"I could bite another mark into your neck if you want me to," Harry offered, shrugging lightly. "You're mine and to hell with anyone else."

Thomas groaned and slid away, looking over at the old clock on the mantle. "My lord. We do need to be going."

Harry grinned and sighed. "Mr Barrow, are you sure?"

"It's Lady Potter to you," Thomas called as he left the room, heading right for their bedroom and closet. "And you, my lord, are a menace."

"Thank you!"

Thomas groaned from where he was, audible two rooms down, and Harry's grin widened before he joined his mate in dressing properly.

"Have you heard of Lord Potter before?" Cora asked, lifting an eyebrow as she and her husband walked down the stairs to the entry hall of Downton. Their other guests had already arrived, several friends of their family keen to move on from the war. Mary and Edith were in the room with the guests that had already arrived, entertaining them.

Carson and the footmen were standing by at the door, ready to assist the guests with anything they needed.

"No, I have not," Robert answered, shrugging, as they waited by the door. Carson nodded at him to signal that the last car had arrived and he stepped up. "He was recommended by Michale Gregson. A friend of a friend I suppose you could say. There is a Lady Potter, or so I'm told. Carson, you placed two sets at the table for them?"

"I did, mi'lord."

Cora smiled faintly. "Edith sure has been seeing more of him lately. I believe his given name is Harry."

They heard a car pull up to the driveway outside and park. It was rather dark out so all they could see were a couple men getting out of the car, probably the chauffeur and Lord Potter. The man that stepped into the hall in the lead was unfamiliar, tall and lean. Broad shouldered. Long dark hair that had been pulled back neatly, with the tiny hint of facial hair. Scar on his forehead that might have been from the war but it was faint now, etched into the shape of a lightning bolt.

The other man on the other hand was very familiar, his short dark hair smoothed into something attractive. His blue eyes were tentative but sharp. The rounded belly was new and the way that Barrow's hand stroked over it protectively was also new. Both men wore evening cloaks, immaculately tailored.

"Barrow?"

"Lady Potter to you," the unfamiliar man spoke, his eyes flashing with upset, reaching out one of his hands to curl over Barrow's. The alpha to his omega and Robert sucked in a breath, realization hitting him. He heard Cora inhale sharply too and Carson's eyes widened as well, as they both realized where their former footman had gone.

"I am sorry, Lord Potter," Robert offered, watching as James the footman took both of their guest's cloaks. Lord Potter helped the man a little, shuffling off his heavier jacket and handing it over. Barrow spared a glance behind him, eying the unfamiliar footman. "I didn't mean any offense."

Lord Potter arched an eyebrow before dipping his head in a nod. "I am sorry too, however I would appreciate Lady Potter given the respect he deserves."

Carson coughed like he was choking on air, his nose wrinkling as he stared at the two men in front of him. "Mr Barrow-"

"I'm sorry, Mr Carson," Barrow interrupted, his eyes sparking with mischief. "I would have written about my luck but I was busy."

"It's the Potter luck," Lord Harry Potter offered in amusement, his lips curling upward. "I believe Thomas has gotten remarkably knowledgeable in the area."

"Congratulations," Cora finally offered, stepping forward and holding out her hand. "I see you're due?"

Thomas nodded gently, taking Cora's hand and shaking it, seeing Carson splutter out of the corner of his eyes. "I am and soon, my lady."

Cora looked between Thomas and Carson before sighing. "You two are the last guests to show up so we might as well join the others."

Lord Potter ran a hand through his hair and looked around at the Abbey. "It's beautiful."

Cora and Robert both grinned faintly, mostly recovering from the shock. Carson however was still wide eyed, looking down his nose at the Lord and Lady Potter.

Cora gestured down into the hall and led the way with Robert.

Thomas arched an eyebrow Carson's way and Carson stared back. Harry looked first at his mate and then at the butler of Downton Abbey curiously. "I suppose you would have been butler eventually, had you stayed on here."

Carson spluttered and twitched, his mouth opening and closing in shock. He took a step towards Thomas, who didn't move an inch.

Thomas cocked his head and smirked, opening his mouth to say something.

"Thomas." Harry curled his fingers into Thomas' right hand, squeezing a little bit. "My love. Let's go talk with the others."

Thomas took a breath, closed his eyes for half a minute before reopening them. "Very well, alpha."

Harry held out his arm and Thomas laid his arm in his, letting himself be led away.

Carson's lip curled in disgust as he watched them both go, headed towards the drawing room.

"It's not Hogwarts," Thomas whispered, as they walked behind Cora and Robert.

Harry grinned faintly and pulled Thomas closer, curling an arm around the man's waist. He enjoyed hearing his mate's breath stutter as he stroked a finger down his stomach, to his extended belly. Thomas blinked and lowered a hand down to his belly too, as they both felt the babe kick out. "Course it's not Hogwarts. Unless there's forbidden corridors and ghosts in Downton."

"There might've been," Thomas muttered, as Lord and Lady Grantham led them to the sitting room. Alfred stood at the door, all ready to open it for them. Harry could see the moment that the footman recognized Thomas, his eyes widening only a little bit before returning to the blankness that was customary for service workers.

Harry curled his fingers into Thomas' hip, meeting his eyes. "You sure about this?"

"I let you bite me," Thomas retorted, an indignant but affectionate curl to his mouth that Harry was very familiar with now. "You daft man."

Harry grinned and smoothed his fingers over Thomas' elbow, enjoying how close the man was.

Alfred opened the door for the Lord and Lady of Downton Abbey and held it open for them as well. Harry blinked at all the people in the room and then sighed, straightening himself, and pulling his arm from around Thomas' waist. He heard the footman announce them as Lord and Lady Potter before walking in, eying the way that several people stopped talking when they saw Thomas.

He'd never get used to this era and their way of not saying what they really meant or hiding themselves behind words but then again… He was used to people staring at him.

"What is your family like?"

Harry tilted his head as he put down his fork later that evening, turning to look at Lady Sybil Branson next to him. Thomas sat on his other side, his shoulders curled inward subtly.

"My family?" Harry repeated tentatively.

"The Potters. Where do they live?" Sybil asked, her eyes lit up intently.

"My brother, Fleamont and his wife, live near London," Harry said, taking another bite of the desert. It wasn't too much of a lie anyway. He was just incorrect about the relation between himself and Fleamont Potter. He idly glanced at where Tom Branson and Sybil Branson were sitting, on Thomas' other side. Going from what Thomas had said of the couple, Tom had started out as a chauffeur.

Much like Thomas had started out as a footman and now was Lady Potter. In the future, omegas chose whatever name they wanted but in this era… Especially in the upper class, they went by Lady or wife, regardless of first sex.

Thomas grinned as he ate, nibbling at the last few bites of chocolate tart on his plate. Harry smiled quietly and cut a piece of his own off to hold up to Thomas' mouth, ignoring everyone else in the room. The tips of Thomas' ears reddened at the gesture as he met his eyes, slowly leaning forward to eat it off the fork.

Sybil smiled at them both and turned away, giving them both privacy.

The minute that Thomas gasped, Harry froze in his seat, thankful that most of the guests had already left the dining room. Only Lord and Lady Crawley were still in the room, along with Sybil and Tom.

Harry reached over to curl a hand into Thomas', getting his mate's attention. "Thomas?"

"I didn't…" Thomas trailed off, gritting his teeth against another sound, another tightening of his body. Harry winced, taking in the way that the man had gone pale, the way Thomas' fingers were digging into his own and the seat beneath him. And the fact that his pants were wet. "I think it's… time."

Harry nodded, his heart skipping several beats, and reached out to wrap an arm around Thomas' back. "Lady Sybil? Tom?"

Sybil turned to them from where she was getting ready to stand up, tilting her head at Harry's words. "Yes? What's going on?"

Sybil looked at him worriedly, looking between them both. Harry squeezed Thomas' fingers, hearing the man draw in a pained breath. "Thomas is going into labor. I was wondering if we might take a guest room here for the night."

Sybil's eyes widened and she looked over to Thomas, who had gone red at the attention. "Yes! Of course you can! I'll get Carson to get the doctor! Mother!"

With that taken care of, Harry turned right to Thomas, sliding the man's chair out so he could take a look and be closer. "I'm here, alright?"

Thomas nodded and Harry turned to look at Lady Grantham, who walked over.

Cora eyed them both, her eyes widening a little bit, before lifting an eyebrow, worry in her eyes. "You can definitely spend the night here. Robert, we need Dr Clarkson. Harry, follow me. I'll lead you to a room you can use."

Harry saw Lord Grantham hurry out of the room, the man's face paling, out of the corner of his eyes.

Harry moved his arm up to Thomas' shoulders and nosed into the crook of his neck, scenting over the mate mark. Thomas shivered and leaned into him, his mouth tight and shoulders tense. "Can you walk, Thomas?"

"You are bloody well not carrying me," Thomas snarled, curling his fingers around Harry's wrist tight enough to bruise.

Harry smiled and stroked over Thomas' back, feeling his muscles ripple. "I might have to."

"I can help," Sybil offered, drawing their attention. "If you wouldn't mind, Thomas."

Thomas hissed under his breath and then swallowed before slowly nodding. Harry met his eyes and slowly drew one of Thomas' arms around his shoulders, lifting him up. Sybil took Thomas' other arm gently and hoisted him up as well, her gaze worried. Tom looked between the three of them, his arms at his sides uselessly.

"Sybil, be careful," Tom spoke.

Sybil smiled and helped Thomas out, glancing back at her husband. "I'll be fine. Besides, I'll be doing this soon too."

Thomas slid onto the bed with a loud but pained noise, shutting his eyes against the pain of a contraction. "I am not… doing this again."

Something soft and sturdy slid behind his back and he assumed it was pillows. Assumed it was Lady Sybil placing several pillows behind him only for familiar arms to wrap around him. Harry propped his head on his shoulder and pressed a kiss to his neck as he slowly undressed him. "You sure?"

Thomas groaned and slumped back against Harry. "Yes."

Harry huffed out a noise and ran his fingers over his neck, sliding into his hair. "I'm here, Thomas. Just like we practiced, yeah?"

"You practiced?" Sybil echoed, standing at the foot of the bed anxiously, her eyes wide, but her lips curled into a smile.

"He made me," Thomas grumbled, breathing heavily.

The cry of a babe broke the air, loud and unhappy, after several hours. Harry breathed a sigh of relief at the noise and held onto Thomas tighter, feeling the man slump into him, exhausted and weary. His omega was sweaty and tired and out of breath, all sorts of ready for this to be over.

"Sounds like she or he are announcing themselves," Harry whispered, stroking over his back.

Dr Clarkson smiled as he held onto the child, rubbing its chest. "Congratulations, Lord Potter. You have a daughter."

Harry grinned and laughed delightedly, sliding out from behind Thomas to move beside him.

"Can I hold her?" Thomas whispered, his voice hoarse from yelling. He was bare from the waist down and Harry had undone his shirt, throwing it off the bed. Sweat dripped down his forehead and chest.

"Of course." The doctor walked back over to the bed and handed their child over. He made sure Thomas had a hold of her before stepping back.

Thomas peered down at their child, at their daughter, and his heart caught in his throat. Her eyes fluttered open, revealing bright green eyes that roved over him curiously. She looked over to Harry, before focusing back on him and holding her fingers out.

"Oh." Thomas sucked in a breath and reached a finger out.

Their daughter curled her tiny, chubby fingers around Thomas', her eyes glued to her mum. Harry's breath caught in his chest and he wiped at his eyes, tugging Thomas in close. He smiled breathlessly and saw Thomas smile as well, seeing the way his eyes crinkled with happiness.

"Morgan."

Thomas dipped his head in agreement, wordless, turned into Harry's arms, his eyes watery.