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Harry had been the Master of Death for 13 long years and while many odd things had occurred due to his duties as Master, this by far took the prize.

“Bloody Hell!” Harry shouted, more out of being taking by surprise than anything but the sight that greeted him in his bed was eye opening all the same. And he’d seen a lot in his life.

The man lying beside him opened bright blue eyes before screaming like a little girl and rolling right off the mattress. He hit Harry’s bedroom floor with a deeply resonating thud that had Harry wincing. Scrambling for his wand he started to untangle his bedsheets wrapped tight around his body. Only to yelp and still, wand raised in threat when a very naked individual hopped to it’s feet on the other side of his bed with an almost cheerful bounce.

“Who the fuck are you?!” He demanded, hands shaking, eyes wide on the expanse of skin.

“Rude,” Chided the intruder, hands on his hips and head tilted up in a snooty expression. Though it was hard to read with all the scarring. “Not the first time I’ve made someone scream in bed but I like the screaming to be for more fun reasons.”

Harry had zero clues on how to handle this stranger. So far they hadn’t made any moves to harm him and they weren’t pointing any wands at him. Taking a deep breath he tried again.

“Who are you?” He said very slowly.

“Wilson. Wade. Wade Wilson. A.K.A. the Deadpool! Merc with a Mouth, Regenerate Degenerate! Papi Pool, but you can call me Daddy if that’s too much of a mouthful.” The man said waggling his non-existent eyebrows at Harry.

Trying to process this information with a pounding pulse and sleep addled brain he just squinted at…Wade? He was going with Wade, not Da-, just no.

“And you’re naked in my bedroom, why?” Harry asked, waving his wand offhandedly to emphasize his question. The gesture drew Wade’s eye and had the stranger tilting his head like a confused puppy.

“Well, see that’s a good question,” Wade said, pointing a finger at Harry and grinning wide, “No clue, though, one second I was blown to bits and the next I’m having the aftermath of a one-night stand without all the fun bits. Which, speaking of, can I see the ‘fun bits’?”

Harry yanked up his sheets, covering up the bits in question with a growl that did nothing to halt the other man. Then the words registered and he cautiously lowered his wand. “Blown to bits?”

“Yeah! Nothing like being ‘blown’ now is there? I’d much rather a hot wet mouth than a pile of C-4 but beggars can’t be choosers. Unless…” Wade said, looking very pointedly at Harry’s mouth with a leer.

Thinning his lips and trying to not let the weird stray curl of lust at the thought of sucking dick derail him Harry sat up straight and looked over the stranger, careful to avoid looking at the part of the man that was also sitting up straight. “You died?”

The scarred man, Wade, nodded cheerfully.

“Is that why…but usually when people die they don’t have any wounds from the death just pre-existing…” Harry said most of that to himself.

“Ah, the scars? The roadmap rash of bad skin? That, that was here before the boom-y.” He made a little explosion gesture with sound affects. But at Harry’s wondering the confidence had dropped from Wade’s shoulders. Guilt ate a Harry for making the stranger uncomfortable. Then he remembered it was a naked man hitting on him in the middle of the night and he felt the guilt lessen. Except, this guy was dead? He wasn’t acting like anyone Harry had helped Death with before, though.

“You were actually blown up…,Wade?” Harry asked, softer now.

The stranger gave a soft moan at the use of his name that made Harry feel dirty just hearing it.

“Yup, pretty boy.” He popped the ‘p’s and the ‘b’. Eyes trailing over Harry’s bared chest.

“Uhm, well, I’m sorry about that, I uh - Death usually gives a bit better notice to me when I have a guest by. Just, give me a moment, yeah?” Harry asked.

“Take all the time you need, sweetheart. I’m more than happy just to listen to you. Love me a good accent. Mmmmm. Death busy tonight, Handsome?”

Blushing, Harry scooped the sheet around his hips and found a shirt and some jeans so he wouldn’t be escorting this strange man to the afterlife in his pants. It wasn’t often that he was hit on so strongly but Wade sounded American and he’d heard they were a bit ‘louder’ with their intentions than most.

Having finally dressed he was turning around to find the man still rambling on about Death being a hottie but usually a thottie, fully nude, with a raging hard-on, running his hands over Harry’s bookshelves. Choking on his spit at the image, Harry worked on finding the words he’d need to convince this man to go into the light when he vanished entirely. Never before had a soul disappeared before he could escort them to the beyond. Blinking did nothing to change the situation. Rubbing a hand down his face, Harry sighed and dropped back into bed.

“What the fuck?” He muttered to himself, trying and failing not to think of a certain part of anatomy of the strange scarred and overly sexualized stranger.

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He had written off the strange man - Wade - from his mind. Death sent new people to Harry, people who hadn’t arrived naked nor flirting, thank Merlin. Harry had done his due diligence, explaining, consoling, directing them on the afterlife. It’d become rote after so many years and one odd outlier had, while being a very interesting outlier, faded into his memory.

Until he’d found himself in the company of Wade yet again.

Nude.

In the Bath.

The splash of water as something massive dropped into Harry’s bath like a fucking cannon ball had his heart racing as fast as the time he’d almost gone to afterlife himself.

“Fuckin’ Hell, mate?!” Harry may have screamed the words, he knows he stood up abruptly in the water, doused entirely with soap dripping down his body to gape at the sight of a scarred form in a very painful looking belly flop position. And wasn’t moving…wait, he wasn’t moving?!

Against his better judgment Harry nudged at the body, the scarred skin looked familiar and he only knew one person who was completely hairless and liked to intrude on him in the buff.

“Wade?” He asked, poking yet again with a bottle of shampoo.

Bubbles burbled up around Wade’s ears but he didn’t twitch. Harry grumbled, his conscience said to help the man, turn him over, perform CPR, something. But by Godric Gryffindor that was the last bloody thing he wanted to do. Screwing up his face he sighed and carefully placed his arms under Wade’s body. Whispering a featherweight charm he turned the man over and lifted him up to deposit him on the sill of the bath. Thankful that he’d extended the bath to be much like Hogwart’s prefect bath he had enough room to lay out the large man. Knowing, logically, that Wade was dead…yet again, he still checked for a pulse and did a few pushes on the chest until water spewed forth. Oddly, like one of the muggle cartoon characters Dudley used to watch. Sighing at the strange sight he waited for Wade to resuscitate while trying not to let his eyes stray south like they had last time.

“Wade.” He said as the man continued to lay there and play dead.

A scarred toe twitched.

“Waaade.”

The bath water finally stopped sloshing about.

“Wade!”

“Fiiiiiine, can’t you let a man fake drown in peace?” Wade said in the same tone, finally cracking an eye open then both blinking wide at the sight of Harry.

“Not if it’s in my bath, no.” Harry crossed his arms, staring down at the still sort of stranger that had scared him witless in the nude twice now.

“Fuh-iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine,” Wade said with a wolf whistle following, not complaining, complimenting as his crystal blue eyes tracked Harry from head to water line. The water line being well below his waist.

Harry resisted the urge to sink into his bath but couldn’t hide the blush rising on his face or the throb in his groin at the sudden interest of another after such a long time.

“No.” He said, hoping to head off whatever Wade wanted to say.

“Yesss,” Wade said with a hiss eerily reminiscent of parseltongue that made Harry shudder before jumping back in surprise at the entirety of Wade barrel rolling into the bathtub. How such a hulking body could move so smoothly, Harry had no clue, but Wade was under the water for only a second before rising like a Hydra from the bubbles.

“No, now can I please introduce you to the afterlife?” And be done with you. He thought with an internal grumble that was not good hero behavior but he didn’t know how to handle this man. Wade gave off the same aura as the twins had and that was terrifying because he was hitting on Harry and dripping naked in his bathtub and the twins had never done that. Thank Merlin for the little things.

“Awe, man, I thought for sure the bathtub trick I learned from that one Kingsmen Fanfic would actually work. Eggsy had survived that hotel explosion, you’d think I would too.” Came Wade’s very confusing reply.

Harry shook his head, sighing at the onset of his headache and summoned a towel before wading his way towards the exit of his bath. Only to draw up short when Wade sidestepped into his path.

“Now why would you want to cover up such a masterpiece, baby boy? Don’t go putting fig leaves where they have no right being, we like our art out in the open.” Wade said, leering down at Harry. Who hadn’t realized the height difference was so significant. The lewd man was at least a whole head taller than Harry. He hated it when people used their height to intimidate him. Tilting his head back to glare at the man he finally took in the words but couldn’t understand.

“Figs? Eggs? What- no, no, whatever confusing language you speak that sounds like English, just no. You’re dead…from a…’bathtub incident’? Just go into the light. Please.” Harry’s exasperation evident as he tried to sidestep the behemoth only to find himself even closer to a musculature that he was getting very conflicting feelings over seeing. Could you be jealous, aroused, and annoyed by someone all at the same time? Because that’s where Harry was.

“No can do, pretty boy. This is one energizer bunny that ain’t ever quit.” Wade said in what Harry suspected was a put upon southern twang. But he was terribly distracted by large scarred hands landing on his hips and stalling his attempt to get around the other man.

“Accio wand.” Harry said. Hand held out for his wand in the other room, still under his pile of clothes where he’d left it after a long day of paperwork.

“Gesundheit.” Wade grinned down at him, hands petting now and not just holding Harry still. Then Harry was lifted and spun like a bloody ballerina, he blinked, hand’s twitching on Wade’s shoulders for support and maybe a little out of surprise. Harry’s chest was even with the top of Wade’s head, the towel lost in the move. And floating in the water, bobbing along like a tiny bathtub battleship was Harry’s wand. “What the fuck, isn’t that the kindling you were pointing at me last time?”

At that rude question Wade looked up at Harry in confusion. Both men froze at the positioning with far too prolonged eye contact.

“Dirty Dancing Pose on the second date.” Wade whispered in a breathy voice that made Harry’s stomach clench. Or at least he thought that’s what the man said, but it made as much sense as anything else Wade had said. Which was none, Harry needed a translation spell for the strange being in his bathtub. He also needed to not have his prick pressed into the bloke’s belly, especially because the slippery water was making things harder for him than they needed to be. Harry’s face was definitely bright red and a dusty pink was making it’s way over scarred cheeks.

“Put. Me. Down.” Harry bit out. His ears were heating up and he could feel his cock twitching against what he knew was at least a six pack of very impressive abdominals.

“Yes, Daddy.” Wade said and then promptly vanished. Dropping the Wizarding World’s Chosen One unceremoniously.

After Harry had climbed out of the bath half-hard, bedraggled, dragging a sopping towel and with his wand clutched tight in a pale knuckled fist he growled out one word, “Wade.”

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He did in fact remember Wade after the second surprise appearance. It was much harder, no matter how busy he was, to put the strangely attractive scarred man who kept not fully dying from his mind. As someone who death didn’t entirely stick to himself, Harry was curious but also vaguely annoyed.

If he’d had anyone he could have asked who knew Wade, Harry would have been quickly informed that that is the default status of any poor unfortunate soul who makes the acquaintance of the lovable Deadpool. Curious, vaguely annoyed, and unable to put the man from their mind. Wade was talented at taking up the thoughts of others. (The author can attest to this fact.)

But atop of all that. Harry had no bloody clue on how to handle his…attraction. If that’s what he was going to label it. Because Harry did not want to label this. He didn’t want to think about it either, but that ship had sailed. So, it was that Harry was thinking about Wade at the exact moment he appeared.

If Harry was also holding his dick at that exact moment. Well, that was just fate fucking with him yet again.

Harry startled when Wade’s body crashed into the sink counter behind him. Harry startled so badly that he whacked his head hard on the tile wall of the bathroom less than a foot from his face and pissed on his shoes. If his dick hadn’t been in his hand he would’ve had Wade at wand point yet again but for some odd reason his trauma response of threatening any loud noise with a curse or hex didn’t easily equate to when he was having to take a bloody piss.

Head turned over his shoulder in an aghast expression he blindly zipped himself up, hissing at burning pain from the zipper at the quick move and shouted, “Wade?!”

The groan the scarred man gave started out pained and turned horny when he took in Harry across from him. Wade was barely clothed, still any clothing was a bonus to Harry after the last two times, and oddly smoking. Not with cigarettes but literally the wisps of what clothing he had left, which looked to be the remains of hot pink footie pajamas, were blooming with wisps of smoke.

Harry was only two steps across the room with Wade posing like he wanted to be painted as Harry’s French girl from that one movie Hermione had convinced him to watch once when the door to the restroom opened.

“Occupied,” Wade said in a rough scratched up voice while Harrie said, “Bit full up here, mate.”

The very drunk wizard blinked, frozen in the doorway, then slowly lifted a pointing finger at Harry. Only to slur, “You’re…uh….that one hero bloke….uhm…Harold?”

Harry grumbled but didn’t really have the energy for conversations with two people testing his limits. “Nope, wrong person. Need some privacy now.”

And with that he spelled the door closed wandlessly, the lock slotting into place loudly. Wade was gaping at the door, then Harry, then the door, like an old cartoon character. Eyes wide he swiveled into a crouch atop the countertop as Harry came closer.

“Ah, I really, I really have to piss, mate….please?” Came a very muffled and pitiful voice through the locked door. Harry heaved a great sigh and spelled the door open again before doing a ‘very well, hurry the fuck up’ face and gesture. He pinched his brow, eyes clenched shut in a bid for patience as the man used the urinal quickly, and vocally. When he finally left, not having washed his hands - which, disgusting - Harry crossed his arms and met Wade’s eyes with a questioning brow.

“Hellllooooo Pretty Boy,” Wade said coquettishly, batting his lashes though it looked a lot more like he was blinking poorly.

“What was it this time?” Harry asked coldly.

With a pout the scarred man said, “Lost track of time on my own bomb chatting about Golden Girls at a sleepover.”

Harry didn’t know where to start with that. ‘Bomb’, ‘Golden Girls’, or ‘Sleepover’. So, he decided it didn’t matter. Instead, he pivoted in the conversation. “How do you keep not fully dying?”

“Special powers, baby boy, like Buttercup. All sugar and spice and a lil somethin’ somethin’.” The last few words were emphasized by a hip thrust that was actually mildly impressive because Wade had to balance only on his arms to do the move. Harry got distracted with the way the muscles flexed with the acrobatics of it. Even if it was lewd and probably more to get a rise out of Harry than anything. Before Harry could work his way through the mystery that was Wade he was getting his own interrogation. “So you’re a hero, huh?”

He’d guessed that Wade wasn’t a wizard, mainly from the comments about his wand the last two times he’d seen the man. But he didn’t quite read as a full on Muggle. Wade was…something else…and Harry wasn’t sure if he wanted to let more of his backstory leak out. So, instead he rocked back on his heels and said, “Do I look like a hero to you?”

“You’re about as much of a hero as I am, handsome.” Wade grinned, teeth bright white and practically blinding as he leered up at Harry. A thick tongue slid across chapped lips and Harry hated that he followed the motion so closely. He swallowed down whatever feelings were trying to creep up and instead stepped even closer, pushing into Wade’s personal space, between the larger man’s heavily muscled thighs.

“I don’t suppose you’d give an easy answer to why you keep dying but not dying?”

“Not the kind of guy to kiss and tell, unless it’s someone famous! In which case, you’d never believe it but I know one very handsy frencher who’s name ryhmes with Pony Park. Well deserved Yelp reviews on that guy. 10/10 would lick out again. No wonder they always compare him to metal, eh? Eh?”

“I have no clue who you’re referencing.” Harry said in the same cadence of Snape, he’d learned how to channel a bit of that disdainful energy. Useful to look down your nose on someone on occasion. It didn’t seem to be having the effect he wanted on Wade, though. So, he tried for physical intimidation. Harry slammed a hand onto the mirror just over the scarred man’s shoulder and leaned in close. Only whatever he was going to say next got interrupted by a girlish squeal of joy.

“Kabedon! You’re kabedonning me! Yes, Dadd-”

And on that note, Wade vanished yet again before any questions could be answered. Leaving Harry propped on a mirror, looking down at the smoking remains of pink fluffy footie pajamas in a sink and with an aching penis.

From the zipper. Not Wade. Zipper.

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His office was his sacred space. Harry had wards within wards within even more wards. Overkill had nothing on his warding skills. So, suffice to say the last thing he expected was a massive scarred man to suddenly appear atop his desk, scattering poorly ordered papers, half a sandwich, shattering a cup of tea and in a spectacular feat impaling himself upon Harry's favorite quill. He really liked that quill. Had bitten the end of the feather just the way he liked it, Merlin Damn It!

“I might, in fact, hate you, Wade.” Harry stated calmly even as his hands twitched with the bare beginnings of a panic attack at yet another surprise. He should start carrying around calming draughts with the way things were going. Idly, he had the thought that if Moody were still alive he'd probably shake Wade’s hand and thank him for the extra practice towards constant vigilance. The image of the two extremely strange men meeting was a humorous one in Harry’s opinion.

“I'm not hate-able, I'm lovable, like a stuffed unicorn.” Wade groaned, twisting himself further atop the detritus of Harry's desk.

“It's illegal to stuff a Unicorn.”

“Wait- What?” Wade asked distractedly as he yanked the quill from his arse. A very plush arse in the strangest pair of embroidered short shorts and suspenders.

“What are you wearing?” The question needed to be asked.

“Lederhosen, very vogue, makes my treasure trail look extra sleek, eh?”

Harry frowned at once again being unable to translate Wade into standard English.

“You died.” He pointed out when it became clear that Wade was not intending to move off his desk nor clean it up. And feeling that this interaction was somehow inevitable Harry found himself going along with it for the first time.

“Oktoberfest.” Wade said like that explained anything. That was not an answer in Harry’s opinion.

“It's August…” Harry corrected.

On that lesson about calendars Wade opened his eyes, crisp beautiful blue and smiled wide at Harry. The color arrested his breath in his chest. He'd always had a thing for gorgeous eyes. Stuffing that thought down in the back of his brain he tried to work up the anger he'd had at being frightened by Wade's appearance time and again. Or even the annoyance he'd had at how confusing and flirtatious the man was around him. But it just wasn't there. Exhausted, he frowned down at the man, took off his glasses and rubbed at the bridge of his nose with a sigh. “You're not going to go into the light this time, either, are you?”

“Can't,” came the least expected answer in the least expected tone. Wade sounded almost sad.

“Wade…”

“Can you kabedon me again, Daddy?”

And on that note the annoyance was back and Harry was almost certain he'd imagined the note of sadness in the scarred man's voice. With a huff he stood, wrapped both Lederhosen straps in his hands and did a maneuver that spun Wade on his desk and pulled him upright to a sitting position in one smooth move. The strange man gave a gasp that some part of Harry's brain noted as lewd. Harry yanked him close, another hopeful attempt at physical intimidation. Or at least that's what he told himself. Not for the body heat blazing against him or the press of bare skin under his knuckles. And definitely not for the thick powerful thighs trapping his hips against those ugly embroidered short shorts.

“I had to ask my friends what that word meant.” Harry grumbled, ignoring the shifting Wade was making as a sign of Harry's intimidation working and not for what it really was. (Delicious friction.)

“Daddy?! I would've never pegged you for vanilla.” Wade said, leaning back on his palms behind him drawing the Lederhosen straps tight as he bit his lip seductively at Harry.

“I am not vanilla!” Harry snapped, then shaking his head said, “And I meant ‘kabedon’.”

“I'm expanding your vocabulary and your mind one kink at a time, baby boy.” Wade said with a purr. His legs tightened on Harry, plastering their hips together. Harry couldn't mistake the shifting for anything but outright grinding now and against all logic it was heating him up from the inside out. “So, is that a no to the Daddy kink?”

“Can you for once take something seriously?” Harry bit out, using the same voice he'd used on dark wizards. Wade's chest lifted in a deep breath as he sat up and wrapped his arms around Harry's neck.

“You want something serious?” The scarred man asked, sounding serious despite the flirty positioning.

“Wade, just speak plainly. Are you not human? Is that why you don't stay dead?” Harry asked, wondering if Wade was half magic, perhaps a squib with a latent inheritance or some child born of a promise with Death.

“Ruuuude, insults aren't a kink for me, not a hard limit but still! I'm human, solid human, can't you tell?” This with the proof of humanity bulging against Harry's own. A finger twirled one of Harry’s curls at the back of his head while the other hand caressed the nape of his neck. The touch was spiraling his thoughts off the mystery of Wade.

“I meant-” Harry started only to stop when his body was yanked forward with Wade's, who was distracted by something on Harry’s desk.

“Harry Potter…” Wade read with a joyful gasp, holding the name plate for his desk aloft. “Head Auror of the DMLE! Gasp! You're a Potterhead too?”

Frowning Harry wondered what a Potterhead was, was that like the Potter Watch, and why did Wade say ‘too’? The hand on his nape disappeared only to push up the fringed on his forehead baring his scar blatantly to Wade's wide eyes. Usually he'd hex someone for touching him like that, for staring at his scar but Wade looked weirdly excited at the sight and not like the usual adoring fans either.

“You're a cosplayer! O.M.G! I'm a Huffly-Puffly! Are you a Grinning Griffin? I can't believe you're a fan of the Harriet Potter franchise too?! Isn't she just the best!”

Harry had only enough brain power left to blink blankly at Wade before the man vanished yet again. Leaving Harry stumbling into a sprawl across his own desk. When he righted himself the spell to tidy his room did nothing to tidy away the pressing concern in his pants.

“Cosplay…” he murmured with a groan as he rearranged his erection and tried to breathe through the aftereffects of a collision with Wade. One day he’d solve the riddle that was the scarred man who couldn’t seem to stay dead to save his life. But that was not today.

“Bloody hell! My favorite quill!”

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It felt like it’d been forever since he’d last been to the Burrow. He’d been busy with work and exhausted so much of the time lately so getting to see his family again was a relief. Harry relaxed into his roll as Uncle ‘Arry once more. Rose and Hugo were the sweetest and Teddy absolutely loved getting to spend time with him. He was often used as the built-in babysitter for his friend’s children. Victoire was the only one even reasonably standoffish around him and even she would come and ask him for snacks or presents whenever he showed. Harry had always wanted kids, wanted a big family, and this was his. Teddy burrowed under his arm, reading a book that Harry had gotten him the year before on dragons while Rose and Hugo argued over a chess board nearby. Not that he entirely understood what the argument was even about. Harry had been brutally destroyed far too many times in Wizard’s Chess by the Weasley-Granger family members for him to mind it too badly.

Harry was utterly relaxed for the first time in weeks if not months, sat upon the floor before the sofa listening to his family chatter on fondly when Wade appeared. Weirdly (thankfully?) he landed on the sofa right behind Harry’s head. Badly, he landed head first and utterly decimated the Burrow Family sofa that had been around since the birth of Bill Weasley.

Harry pulled Teddy into his lap, eyes wide and wand out towards the dust and sofa fluff floating in the air. His back turned to Rose and Hugo as he put them behind him and cast a wandless and wordless protego over them all. A pained groan rang out from the depths of the sofa and it was familiar enough that Harry’s wand faltered. A noticeably scarred hand with neat fingernails slammed down making the kids yelp but relaxing Harry entirely. His wand set back in the holster on his thigh the protego faded. He leant forward, setting Teddy aside safely to peer into the mess of the sofa. Looking for who he knew was there.

“Wade?”

“Baby Boy?”

“I am not answering to that.” Harry said, not noticing the small smile lifting his lips. The relief of the kids being safe and it just being Wade was making him dizzy so he didn’t fight the nickname as he may have wanted in the past.

“Uuuuuughhhhhhhaaaaahhhhhheeeeh? You have kids?!” Wade asked in a squeaky voice, peering over the edge of the sofa. Harry peeked over his shoulder and while all three children were wide-eyed they seemed to be taking the lead from their Uncle ‘Arry and not panicking. The sound-proofing spells on the Burrow also looked to be holding because not a single adult had come to discover what was making this new ruckus.

“I’m a godfather.” Harry answered without thought. Not sure why he felt the need to clarify. But it felt like something clicked back into place when Wade’s shoulders dropped in relief.

“So, just to double check?” Wade asked, out of breath, pulling himself up and out of the remains of the sofa, “You’re not married, have not created any progeny yourself, and I’m allowed to flirt with you even though you’ve just admitted to be a mafia boss.”

“I’m not sure where to start with that sentence…” He said, peering up at the scarred mystery man who looked to be a towering monolith from Harry’s spot on the carpet. Idly he was thankful that Wade was wearing actual clothes this time, muggle jeans and a t-shirt with a stuffed unicorn toy with bulging rainbow eyes on the front. Was that a reference to their last conversation? Granted the clothes weren’t in the best condition, riddled with holes and what had to be blood stains. “What do you mean mafia boss?”

And with that question, Wade put on the worst accent Harry had ever heard and said with strange hand gestures and and deep frown , “I’ll make him an offer he can’t refuse and we’ll go to the mattresses.”

Harry frowned, that made absolutely zero sense and had somehow sounded like a pick up line except not? “Huh?”

“Oh! Is that from that muggle movie?!” Rose squealed, startling Harry with the sudden question shouted into his ear.

“It is! Mum said we shouldn’t watch it but Da left it on?” Hugo chimed in, standing up using Harry’s shoulders for support causing him to grunt. Teddy, perfect child that he was simply closed his book and sidled closer to Harry for support. His eye color flickered and that’s what let Harry know his godson was still nervous with the stranger. Which…now that Harry thought of it…

“How can they see you? Usually only I see…” Harry said, frustrated at yet another mystery tacked onto Wade’s list of unending questions.

“No can say, pretty boy, I’ve never been in charge of these visits, just happy to be along for the ride.” Wade said. Harry could see him barely hold back the lewd hip thrust he wanted to make in honor of having kids present. Instead, he immediately stepped over the rest of the sofa and popped a squat directly in front of Harry.

Harry grumbled but let it go. Wade wasn’t scaring the children and he wasn’t pushing things too far so instead Harry sat back and decided he could leave the mystery alone until the next time Wade died but didn’t quite die.

“Are you Uncle Harry’s friend?” Teddy asked quietly, looking between the two adults in confusion and curiosity.

“I’m Wade, Wade Winston Wilson. But you can call just call me Wade if you want.” The massive scarred man said with a wide smile and crinkled eyes. He waved at the kids and something about the softness of it made Harry reevaluate Wade. From his Auror training he knew what the man was doing. Bringing himself down to the kid’s eye level. Making his body as small as possible. Giving his name and greeting but not forcing a touch with a handshake or pat or hug. Letting the kids keep their distance and showing that he was willing to ask questions but not making false promises like knowing Harry too well. It was all things he’d learned as an Auror having to help kids in tough situations.

“I’ve met Wade a few times, he’s a Hufflepuff.” Harry said softly, looking to each of the kids to let them know the other man was safe. “Wade, these are my godchildren; Rose, Hugo and Teddy.”

Teddy immediately perked up, “I’m a Hufflepuff.”

“I love being a Huffly-Puffly, the bestest house ever in Hagworts, right? It’s great to meet a fellow Potterhead!” Wade gushed, doing a tiny wiggle of joy that looked oddly adorable on the massive man. Cute, Harry thought against his will.

“We’re both gonna’ be Gryffindors like our parents and Uncle!” Rose piped in, pushing her brother to the side to get closer to Wade. Hugo let it go good-naturedly.

“That was the second house I would’ve chosen, the hat said I could’ve done either but I look so good in yellow, you know?” Wade prattled on.

All three kids started to bicker like proper siblings about the ‘best house’ behind Harry’s back giving him a moment to lean towards the other man and whisper a question, “Are you okay, Wade? You…(died)…again?”

“Yeah, accident at the Tesco, cleanup in Aisle Two, yanno’? Had some competition find me as I was stocking back up on Chimichangas. I’d had to go to three different shops until I found one with a brand that was eco friendly, I care about the environment, eh. Oh man, I hope they haven’t thawed by the time I get back. Food poisioning is a-“ Wade froze, eyes flicking to the kids behind Harry, then said, “uh, it’s not a fun time.”

Harry struggled to hide the smile twitching on his features at the weak ending to Wade’s rant. Kindness snuck out in his quiet words. “Thanks for being good with the kids.”

“I love kids, just trying not to scare them too badly with all this,” Wade whispered back gesturing to his face with a sad glint to his eyes.

Shaking his head in confusion, Harry raised his brows in question at the scarred man until suddenly it kicked in. Wade was worried the kids wouldn’t like his scars. That they would scare them, actually. Now shaking his head for another reason Harry checked that the kids were still mid argue before leaning even closer and using a finger to ask Wade to meet him for a personal conversation. Only a few inches apart now, Harry got lost in the blue eyes for a long second before remembering why he’d needed to speak to the man. “No, the kids don’t mind scars. Their parents and I each have our own. You may have a few more than us but it’s nothing new. Wade…your scars don’t scare us.”

Wade blinked those beautiful eyes, a sheen building as Harry watched. Hearing the other man’s breath catch in his chest Harry had to wonder if Wade had ever heard that level of easy acceptance for his looks before. Then that thought was lost to sensation as Wade’s sigh gusted over Harry’s lips right before he disappeared. For the first time since meeting the other man Harry wanted him to stay not just to ask him questions, to unravel his mystery, but to have him smile again and crinkle those eyes up with happiness.

All three children went silent suddenly behind Harry and he sat slowly back.

“Where’d Wade go?” Hugo asked, sounding put out like he’d missed his favorite telly show again.

“I was going to prove to him that Gryffindors are better!” Rose pouted.

“Did he apparate away?” Teddy asked, snuggling up under Harry’s arm like before, big eyes blinking up at him in bright crystalline blue just like Wade’s before fading into Harry’s own familiar green and then the soft brown of Remus.

“He’s a very busy man,” Harry said.

“Well, I liked him.” Rose decided, sounding exactly like Hermione at her age.

“Me too, I’ve always hated that sofa.” Hugo said, sounding exactly like Ron at his age too.

The sound of a door opening off a ways and shouts of the Weasley variety had both siblings bounding off without another thought. While Harry spelled the sofa back in one piece - maybe with a bit more dust and less fluffing then before - Teddy was quiet in thought.

“He looked like he might cry.”

“He did, didn’t he?” Harry mused.

“Did we scare him?” Teddy asked. Teddy had been afraid of scaring people ever since he’d been old enough to remember the reactions people had to his metamorphamagus powers. Not everyone handled someone shifting features in front of them very well. And those experiences had molded Teddy into who he was.

“No, he’s just not used to having friends so fast.”

“Do you think it’d be okay for me to write him a letter? Like a pencil pal, George was telling me all about those the other day. I liked his shirt and I don’t meet many Hufflepuffs that are adults. Just the Professors, really.” Teddy’s request was one of the few that Harry had ever heard and soft on his godson he nodded without thought.

“If you write it, we can try to send it via Owl, or I can give it to him the next time I see him, if you want? Ask him if he’d like to be your pen pal?”

Soft bright blue hair bobbed against Harry’s shoulder before the quick flash of a grin appeared. Then the boy was off, scrambling up to his room. Probably for a quill and some parchment. Harry sighed, left all alone and cross legged on the Burrow living room floor with a lot to think about. And the new task of seeing if Wade - a huge flirty scarred man who couldn’t entirely die - would be willing to be pen pals with his godson.

“How does this happen to me?” He asked of no one in particular.

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Harry had been carrying around Teddy’s letter of friendship for at least two weeks before Wade dropped in next. It would’ve been far too easy if things had gone smoothly in that regard but per his usual luck regarding the scarred man he was yet again caught out in his smalls. Growling to himself, he scowled down at the smoking pile of Wizard’s Brewing robes. They’d done their duty and kept his parts safe and attached but out of laziness he’d not worn anything underneath and Teddy’s letter was buried in one of the warded pockets alongside his wand.

“Shite.” He grumbled, banishing the rest of the blasted potion that had ruined his day. If only he’d kept Snape’s textbook he could have had better instruction for the stupid recipe. If wishes could fly they’d be hippogriff’s like Luna would say to him. The odd phrase worked to twist his lips into some semblance of a smile.

Then a huge hunk of scarred man landed atop his laboratory table in a very impressive crouch. Harry wished he wasn’t as startled but he did shriek like a little girl at the sudden sight not less than a meter from his face. Which then set off Wade screaming like a small child and back and forth until both men realized they were just that - grown men squealing at each other in fright. Two sets of throats cleared in embarrassment before Wade gasped making Harry startle all over again.

“O. M. G. Did I land in your kink dungeon?! You have a kink dungeon! I knew I liked you for a reason!” Wade said, dropping down from the table so he towered over Harry, though his attention was on anything but the smaller man.

Harry on the other hand, was greeted with the sight of black and red leather that looked suctioned to Wade’s muscled form. Weakly he said, “It’s not a kink dungeon…why are you wearing so much leather?” Or was it dragon-hide? It looked remarkably well made, Harry peered at it, hand petting over one pectoral as he tried to figure out the material.

“All the better to enjoy your kink dungeon with, my dear.” Wade purred, attention pinned now on Harry who blushed and yanked back his hand.

“So, uhm, you died…in a kink outfit?” Harry asked for lack of a better response.

Wade burst out with a loud laugh that made Harry flinch, then it settled into quiet abashed chuckles. Harry was able to pull his gaze from the other man’s body for the first time and frowned at the mask adorning the man. He didn’t like being unable to see Wade’s face and as his eyes scanned the other for blood he frowned all the harder to realize he couldn’t make out any injuries easily.

“It’s not a kink outfit, pretty boy, it’s for my day-gig. I’m a merc, the leather has some protective padding, makes it easy to move about on rough surfaces.” That was said with the usual lewd eyebrow wriggle of flirtation which looked extra comical under the mask. Harry watched awed as the eye lenses moved with the expression in a way that he assumed only magic could make happen. But Wade kept right on chatting, “Plus the red and black help hide the blood, good for saving on cleaning costs, eh?”

“You wear leather for your job as a…merchant?” Harry asked slowly, feeling like a dunderhead.

“Wrong kind of merc there, cutie.” Wade said with a finger boop to Harry’s nose.

At that Harry remembered the letter and said, “Shite.”

“What did I do?” Wade asked in the saddest voice Harry had heard since he’d last babysat. He assumed the accompanying puppy dog eyes were hidden under the mask.

“Nothing, Wade, just I promised Teddy I’d give you a letter and ask you to be his penpal but his letter is in there.” Harry said pointing to- weirdly- right between Wade’s feet where the still smoking pile of fabric rested. Wade didn’t move except to look down his body and give the most adorable noise of surprise. Harry decided he was not going to think it was adorable. Then he decided he was in fact the worst dunderhead because he was still in his pants. Sighing, Harry gave up on his clothing situation when it came to Wade, he’d already seen him in enough compromising positions, what was another. More important was Teddy’s letter and his wand. “Shite, and my wand is in there too.”

“Really committing to this magic thing, huh, Handsome? It’s a good thing I’m a fan of method acting myself. Maybe you’ll be cast in the HBO Harrie Potter reboot, you’d make a sexy Sirius. Though, I was always more of a Remus fan myself but something about a bad boy reformed with tattoos and fresh on run just does it for me.” Wade said making Harry’s head spin with all the implications so he was unable to stop Wade from picking up the mass of dangerously coated fabric with his gloved hands. Immediately the caustic liquid left pooling on the robes ate into Wade’s gloves.

“Drop that!” Harry shouted to no avail.

“Tell me where the letter is, quick, this stings like a bitch! What were you stewing? Acid?” Wade said with some hissing in pain.

“There, there, it’s just in there, now drop it for fuck’s sake! Wade!” Harry barely held back from taking it from the other man but knew he’d be in even worse shape and one of them would have to help heal the other. Better that Wade drop the blasted thing and Harry could fix him up than they both make a mess of themselves. When the wand and letter came into view Harry grabbed them up fast and set them to the side in a safety bubble - one he’d perfected wandlessly after a few mishaps over the years. Then he banished the rest of the robe from Wade’s grasp and fluttered his hands around the other man’s in worry. “Shite, Wade, don’t do that, you could be seriously hurt!”

Now that the worst of the trouble had past, he ran to a shelf and grabbed up one of the healing potions he kept on hand and a numbing one just in case the healing didn’t take care of everything and then a pain relief one for the man to drink. Juggling the three potion bottles he pushed Wade down onto a stool and carefully yanked the hands out and palm up for his work. The gloves had dissolved entirely, red flesh was barely visible under the massive amounts of blood and little peeks of bone made Harry horribly upset. He ranted at Wade as he uncorked the first bottle with his teeth and spit out the cork to focus his attention on applying the healing potion to each finger and then the palms. Thankfully, it hadn’t gotten beyond his palms. He tried to scourgify the blood as fresh pink skin came into view. Frowning, he watched as the healing took on an unnatural speed. He’d used this potion himself before times aplenty and it never worked quite this fast. It was fast but not in seconds fast - usually a minute or two which is why he’d grabbed the numbing and pain relief potions.

“What the-“ Harry muttered but just shook his head and poured on the numbing potion. A creamy mint green concoction.

“Fuuuuuuck,” Wade hissed, shifting on the stool, making Harry worry the potion wasn’t working until the scarred man said, “That shit is magic, Gawd Dahmn baby boy but that is some good shit! Usually nothing numbs me, nothing works on me. But that’s doing something beautiful right there. Pour it all one me, baby. Give me all your cream.”

Harry’s eyes went wide at the lustful tone Wade’s voice had taken. Then he immediately regretted being only in his pants because he was hardening at the same rate the other was healing and it was noticeable.

“Mmmm, you can give me that too, not sure if it’ll help heal me faster but I’m willing to try.” Wade said, lowering his hands to just in front Harry’s tenting pants and despite the blood flow going south Harry could connect the dots.

He tugged the other man’s hands up and tilted them so the numbing potion would cover everything while outright ignoring the way his cock throbbed for Wade. His inattention did nothing to stop Wade from wriggling forward on the stool until his knees bracketed Harry and he was all but in Wade’s lap. Shaking his head at the other’s antics he set aside the empty bottles and uncorked the pain relief potion even though he wasn’t sure it was necessary and tried to hand it to Wade only to stop. His hands, Wade shouldn’t use his hands. And the mask, Harry was going to have to lift it to get to his mouth.

“Uhm, I need-“ He started shyly.

“Anything you need I’ll give you, pretty boy, just ask.” Wade purred, wiggling enticingly, still somehow looming over Harry even sat on the stool.

“Your mask, I need to lift your mask, for the potion.” Harry said. Confused when Wade tensed. But then after a moment or two where Wade’s head was tilted in thought he nodded and lifted his chin for Harry.

“You’ll have to tug it up from the collar, it’s tucked into the suit.” Wade said, baring his throat. It shouldn’t have made his prick pulse but it did. Like a sign of submission or trust.

Harry swallowed down his nerves at the thought and realized he’d need both hands for this. He put the potion aside and using his thumbs found the hem of the mask. There was something erotic to rolling up the leather, revealing inches of scarred skin, the delineation of his throat muscles working with the move. Harry tucked the ends of the mask on Wade’s nose and tried not to stare at the other man’s lips. Grabbing up the potion he blushed as Wade’s mouth dropped open, tongue cupped to catch the liquid.

“You have a lot of trust for you to just drink whatever I give you.” Harry muttered, pouring the stream of potion into Wade’s mouth, ears hot with embarrassment and arousal at the act.

After a loud swallow and a smack of his lips just to gall Harry he grinned and said, “Well, if you did poison me it wouldn’t last long. Maybe it’d just mean I’d stay here a bit more? That’s a win for me. Whatever that was tastes nasty, though, don’t you have something with a better flavor- Oooohhoooohoho, that’s a pain relief drink, isn’t it? You’re going to have to connect me to your dealer.” Wade ending his ramble with a loud moan and with hands still coated with potion palmed Harry’s arse and tugged him into his body with a rolling drag of his hips.

Having lost his balance, Harry caught himself on wide shoulders, the potion’s bottle dropping and rolling away with a tinkling on the stone floor. He was busy with his hands full with the bucking man who held him tight. Harry could only go along for the ride as his cock was stroked with hot leather and an answering erection. He was too surprised or too turned out to struggle out of the grasp. Not that he was sure he even wanted too. His face was buried against Wade’s neck, muscles tensing at the sudden frottage and lip bitten to hide his own groan of gratification.

“I’ve not felt this good in years,” Wade hissed, writhing against Harry.

The hot breath on his neck and the knowledge that he was making this monolith of a man moan did him in. Harry shivered and came in his pants, heart racing and skin tingling against the rough and smooth of the leather. A mouth found the spot below his ear as he lazed in post-orgasmic bliss. That same mouth pressed kisses down his jaw, across his cheek, up his chin until he was kissing lips. Harry was slowly licked out, tongues tangling with wet noises that made his prick twitch in an effort to restart. When Wade vanished it was at the worst possible time, yet again, and without Teddy’s letter or any talk of pen pals, Harry realized. Brain fogged from cumming and the kiss but able to realize he’d failed his godson and his own self-control.

And he had mint green hand prints emblazoned on his pants. Yet, he didn’t regret that kiss one bit. He crouched on the cold stone floor, head in his hands, wincing at the feel of cooling cum in his pants as he gave a small - yet manly - grumble about this new turn of events.

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He was distracted from Wade (and Teddy’s quest for a pen pal) by the date. Harry both loved and hated this holiday. As a child Halloween had been one of the few times he’d felt free at the Dursleys. He’d never been allowed to go trick or treating but Dudley had always been a mess enough that he’d inevitably lose a few of the candies he’d acquired before he could make a count of them. It wasn’t often that Harry was allowed a treat.

On the other hand, after Halloween Vernon and Petunia would have an uptick in hatred for any unnaturalness around them. And Dudley, on a sugar high, would have extra energy for his distasteful treatment of Harry.

After his Hogwarts letters, after Hagrid telling him the truth, after Harry found out that his parents hadn’t died in a car crash. The Holiday had warped further. The majesty of a magic based holiday in Hogwarts twisted into the one day that represented the murder of the only people who were supposed to have loved him.

So, he loved it and he hated it. Currently he was loving it by eating his way through the third slice of extreme chocolate cake prepared by Kreacher. He was hating it with his third glass of fire whiskey. The burn of fiery liquor did a great job of making it so he didn’t feel the tears on his face as he remembered all the people he’d lost. This day was worse for him than even May 2nd. They’d won the war, even with the losses made, he’d still had the knowledge that he’d seen his family on that day, that he’d defeated Voldemort. That everything would be okay and it was all shown in the transition to spring. The blooming of new flowers and greenery abounding. But October? It was a transition to dark and cold days. Making it all the harder for him to be optimistic about the future.

His face was dry and the cake was delicious when Wade landed with a thud on Harry’s kitchen table. Surprisingly the Black family table withstood the weight of a fully grown man dropping onto it suddenly with only an ominous groan. As the entire house was ominous and liked to groan Harry didn’t think anything of it. He was still busy with his fire whiskey and cake. Neither of which had been damaged in Wade’s abrupt visit.

“’Allo Wade,” Harry said, voice raspy with tears and disuse. Only the bare tips of his ears and nose pinked at the memory trying to work it’s way past the alcohol to remind him of just what he’d done with this man the last time he’d seen him.

“Hi Harry.” Came a quiet groan from near the top of the table.

Kreacher popped into existence in the kitchen, ears flopping as he narrowed his eyes on the stranger in his home. Harry just shook his head and said, “Kreacher, another slice of cake and a cup of tea for my guest, please?”

“As Master wants,” Kreacher muttered then with a snap a plate with the thinnest slice of cake and a cup of steaming hot tea dropped onto Wade’s chest. Kreacher popped off to do whatever it was that he did in the middle of the night.

“You already have a sub?” Wade asked weakly, wincing at the scalding tea on his skin.

Harry shook his head, not having the energy to try and figure out what that meant exactly. “Eat your cake, Wade.”

“Cake?!” The man asked with a little noise of joy. Wade scooted off the table, clad only in dark trousers he took the chair directly next to Harry’s and with a bit of audacity splashed some of Harry’s fire whiskey into his own cup of tea. Before Wade could dig into his wafer thin slice of cake, Harry switched their plates so Wade had the larger piece.

“Chocolate.” He stated simply. Taking a swig of his alcohol while watching the larger man’s face light up. He was glad the leather was absent this time. Both so he could see more of Wade and also so he wasn’t distracted with the desire to feel it on his bare skin again.

“My favorite!”

“Mine too.” Harry murmured quietly.

For a while both men ate in silence, the warmth of the fire whiskey made Wade hiss at the first sip but he continued drinking so Harry let it go. With a cough Wade said, “This is some amazing stuff, why does it feel like I’m deep throating the Human Torch?”

Harry choked on his own mouthful of liquor. “What?”

“Oh, I mean, I’ve never had the opportunity for it yet, but I have to assume it’s a lot alike.”

“What?”

“You’re having a bad day, eh?”

Harry blinked at the other man before shrugging and shoving a forkful of cake into his mouth. He was slowly pulling the fork from his mouth when his eyes met Wade’s. Or better yet, Harry looked at Wade looking at him but Wade’s eyes were very intent on Harry’s mouth. Nervous, Harry licked his lips free of any lingering chocolate. Blue eyes watching each and every twitch of his tongue. The same tongue and mouth that Wade had tasted before. Harry had the odd thought that he’d like to know if Wade tasted as much like fire whiskey, tea, and chocolate cake as he imagined.

“I can make it better.” Wade said suddenly.

“Huh?”

“If you want…I can make sure you have a better day…” Wade said, in what sounded like an offer for…what? Harry’s brows furrowed lightly as he tilted his head at the man in confusion. Seeing the puzzlement, Wade put down his own fork and tea and leant into Harry’s space. A thickly muscled arm slid across the back of Harry’s chair. Heat emanating from the scarred shirtless man. Harry’s attention skipped over the ripple of Wade’s chest and abdominals to the gorgeous blue eyes and down to the masculine hand that had just been placed on his thigh. Like it was made of Styrofoam and not dense wood filled with a fully grown man, Harry’s chair and him were maneuvered one handed so he was facing Wade directly.

Harry watched blankly as Wade took Harry’s plate and fork and put them on the table. A scarred thumb slid through thick chocolate icing making him frown before the digit was presented to him. Green eyes met blue with confusion until Wade gave him a hint. A pink tongue slid along well sculpted lips, leaving behind a glisten. Wade’s thumb came closer to Harry’s mouth in a silent question and without his usual barriers he did what he wanted to without worry about what he should do. Leaning forward he slowly flattened his tongue down the length of Wade’s thumb before swallowing it whole and sucking it free of it’s treat. The effect was instantaneous. Wade’s pupils dilated, black swallowing up that crystalline sea with lust as his mouth popped open on a rush of air.

He’d never had that strong of an impact on anyone. Let alone any of his lovers. More often than not they’d been disappointed by him in a way that had cut to the quick and shortened his efforts drastically. This reaction was heady, making Harry dizzy as his trousers tightened in a rush of his pulse.

“Consider it a man having his dessert.” Wade rumbled, as his thumb slowly withdrew from Harry’s lips. The scarred man dragged the wet pad of his finger down Harry’s chin and over the ridge of his adam’s apple until he was stopped by the buttons of his shirt. Harry thought he could see Wade want to undress him, to remove his shirt but to his surprise the scarred man instead dropped both wide hands to Harry’s thighs. The blast of heat from the touch made his muscles bunch and tense under the gentle hold. Wade soothed him with soft strokes from the top of his knee to the crease of his hip where it met his thigh. Thumbs dangerously close to Harry’s awakening cock. “If you don’t want this you say something, okay? I’ll stop at any time, you just say ‘stop’ and I will. We can go over a proper safe word next time.”

Harry gave a garbled noise in answer that paused Wade’s hands. Fingertips tensing into the flesh there like a brand.

Bright blue eyes pinned him in his seat as much as those fingers did. “I need verbal consent, pretty boy. Do you want me to help make you forget all your worries by sucking your cock into the back of my throat? Yes or no?”

His nod was automatic and the ‘yes’ he said after earned him a wide smile of gleaming white teeth before those hands he was so aware of slid to the button on his jeans. Already he could feel the spell Wade cast on him making him feel better with only the whispered sound of zipper loud in the quiet room. Harry sucked in a breath when his prick was pulled free of his pants. This was the first time Wade’s scarred hands had been on his cock and the texture of his skin made Harry all the more sensitive.

“Such a pretty cock, look at it, all flushed and happy to meet me.” Wade cooed at his penis. He’d liked to say he hated the cooing but aside from some embarrassment at having his privates complimented in such a manner he was more flattered than anything. As was his prick which gave a visible throb in the massive man’s hands. Even though Wade was hunched over he still seemed to take up all the space in the room. Harry had the odd yet arousing feeling of being small and treasured.

The only words being uttered after that we’re Harry’s broken cursing as Wade did in fact swallow him down into the back of his throat. Hot, wet heat engulfed his prick with perfection. His body couldn’t decide if he should slump down in relaxed pleasure or tense into a curl over Wade’s head. Harry’s fingers scrabbled at the bared shoulder blades that flexed on Wade’s back with each bob of his head up and down on his cock. The most lewd smacking sucking noises were blending with groaning and happy hums from the both of them. Groaning being Harry who wasn’t certain he’d survive this experience. Having never had his cock properly hoovered before. Happy hums being Wade who sounded like this was the time of his life and the best thing he’d ever put in his mouth. Even happier than he had when eating the blasted chocolate cake, Harry thought with only half a brain cell left to him.

“Oh, fuck! Wade, whatever that was, do that, that, mnnnnn,” Harry demanded as his nails bit into the other man’s back for purchase. Bent in half while his whole body pulsed with each strong suck of Wade’s throat working around the head of his prick Harry’s eyes rolled back in his head and he came with a guttural cry torn from him.

When his vision returned, it was a struggle as Wade hadn’t released him, though he’d pulled back off Harry’s prick enough to be suckling it free of whatever was left, cleaning it with rolls of his tongue that teased him into oversensitivity. Harry watched through blurry eyes as the scratches he’d raked into Wade’s back healed before him. The blood under his nails the only clue that he’d dug into the larger scarred man in his insensate state.

“Wade,” Harry whimpered the name. Shivering when Wade let his prick drop limp from his lips. Lips that we’re wet and a beautiful red that Harry couldn’t tear his gaze from if he’d even wanted to. He had nothing left in him to move when Wade leant forward and pressed a kiss to his lips. Easing him open with a lick past sex slacked lips. Wade tasted like cum and cake with just the barest hint of fire whiskey chasing him. It made Harry moan into the kiss. Dizzy, he hadn’t noticed his eyes fall closed and when Wade pulled back he’d followed the other man’s lips only to crack open his eyes to empty air.

The warm haze of relief from the ‘gift’ Wade had given him was sliced through with a coldness at the absence of the man himself. Harry let his head drop back on a sigh. Willing back the urge to cry yet again.

And he’d still forgotten the whole pen pals thing. For the first time, Harry wished he had his own way to contact Wade.

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It was weeks into November before Harry saw Wade again. He kept the letter from Teddy on him almost constantly. Especially after he’d visited his godson a few times and had to sadly inform him that he’d failed to get pen pal permission from Wade in the meanwhile. Teddy had inherited Tonk’s skill at reaching everyone’s heart and he’d also apparently inherited Lupin’s puppy dog eyes. That sad expression still caused a pang every time Harry touched the letter. If he hadn’t charmed it to remain pristine it’d probably be a creased and smeared ink mess with how Harry handled it.

Currently, the letter in question was tucked neatly away in his inner jacket pocket opposite his wallet and right over where his wand holster sat. He liked to be as prepared as possible when he went out with friends. And doubly prepared if it was to a Wizarding World location. The current bar in a back street of Wizarding London was filled to the brim with people who knew him. Not all of them just wanted an autograph or to thank him for his sacrifice. Which, was in itself a discomfiting thing to hear again and again.

All the same he’d agreed- in a fit of social guilt of course -to go and spend time with people he knew well. Neville had been the one to ask, a clever tactic on behalf of his friends. Ginny, Dean, Luna, and Draco -he’d mellowed with age- were all present and arrayed around the table. Ron and Hermione couldn’t make it for the night but maybe all for the best. Harry had a habit of using his best friends to pretend at conversations. He’d let them lead any topic and nod along quietly with the appropriate noises of attention at the right time. Without them he had to actually talk. Not his strong suit.

He’d gone off to the bar for the next round and as an excuse to escape the conversation about work and the ministry when Wade appeared. Thankfully, fully dressed in muggle clothes. Nice ones at that, jeans that molded to his thick thighs and a long sleeve tee that could have been painted on. Not that Harry noticed all that at first, since Wade happened to appear atop the bar right in front of his face. In a bloody squat that just accentuated all those muscles. The move that landed him there was that of a superhero, awe inspiring. With a massive thud the entire bar top shook and gave a groan at the sudden weight.

Harry did not squeal in fright this time. He choked. On his drink, spraying a very decent pint of lager all over Wade’s nicely fitted denims. After coughing the liquid free of his lungs he peered up at the scarred man he’d been thinking near constantly about and had a mini meltdown.

“Wade?! What the bloody fuck, mate?!” He whisper-yelled into the abrupt quiet of the bar. It drew the other man’s attention down to him and Harry watched the play of emotions as his friend went from a ‘constant vigilance’ to surprise and then settling on a leering grin that made Harry blush hotly.

“Hey! No apparition onto the bar! Get your boots off my bar top or I’ll kick your arse out on the cobblestones!”

At the shout from one of the employees Harry scrambled back to give Wade space. Wade did not scramble. He was a picture of elegance in motion. Without using his hands he jumped smoothly off the bar and landed upright looming over Harry. It was something to see for certain and his mouth went dry at the confidence. If it hadn’t been official before it definitely was now. Harry fancied this strange scarred man who couldn’t keep from dying.

Brain coming back to him after a moment he spelled the bar clean with a grimace of apology, spelled Wade’s crotch dry of lager, and scooped up the pitchers of golden liquid with a galleon tip as a bribe to not kick them out. Either the money, the spell, or his fame earned them clemency. Nodding for Wade to follow them in his rush to get away from the bartender he didn’t think on the fact that he was leading him right into the clutches of his friends. Harry froze in sight of the table, all eyes on him, only to startle when a large hand settled at the base of his spine. Jittery with nerves he glanced at Wade, finding a grin that thawed him just a bit, then back at the people he’d went to war with and gave a nod to himself. Fuck it, it couldn’t be that bad letting them all meet, could it?

“Who’s your boyfriend?” Ginny teased with a grin of her own. One that he’d seen a time too many when his love life became the topic on hand. Harry may have slammed the pitchers onto the table a little hard. Though the glass had been charmed impervious - a standard of any wizarding establishment - so it only made a satisfying thud and sloshed liquid onto his hands. Wandlessly and wordlessly spelling himself dry he glared at them all. Then winced at Neville’s wounded expression. Hand rubbing over the back of his neck he gestured to Wade.

“Everyone this is Wade, Wade this is Neville, Ginny, Luna, Dean and Draco.” He thought he’d handled that well enough until everyone’s faces took on a look of confusion. Turning to Wade he understood the confusion. It wasn’t the scars, it wasn’t the bald head, it wasn’t even the fact that Wade was a monolith of muscle. It was the undisguised and blatant glee on his face like a child on Boxing Day. Harry muttered under his breath, “Oh Godric.”

“You didn’t tell me this was a cosplay meet-up!” Wade said in a rush, he’d said it mostly to Harry but hadn’t been overly quiet.

“It’s no- It’s not cosplay. I don’t cosplay.” Harry grumbled feeling a blush come on. He’d searched up the definition and he was not a cosplayer. Of that he was certain.

“But…?” Wade said, bald brows furrowing in question as his head tilted like a giant puppy. He pointed to Harry’s friends and now only for Harry’s ears said, “But they’re all named after characters from Harrie Potter?”

“And I’m Harry.” Harry said slowly with a nod.

“Yes.” Wade agreed.

“But we’re not cosplayers.” Harry pointed out.

“But…you’re all from Hagwort’s School of Wizardry and Wixcraft.”

“We all went to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy.” Harry corrected.

He watched, fascinated, as thoughts whisked through Wade’s head. Too many to properly list but entertaining all the same until something must have clicked. Bright crystal blue eyes widened in understanding. The man looked at Harry, looked at his friends, looked about the bar filled to the brim with magical people, then back at Harry and said, “Ehhhhh. Okay?”

Now Harry was the one to blink, obviously Wade had some understanding of magic. The man near constantly kept dying and coming back to life and that was not a common trait of muggles. So he’d assumed the man was just a unique brand American Magical. Wizard or other he wasn’t sure but he’d assumed all the same. Plus, he’d recognized Harry - sort of - and knew the houses - kind of - and had talked about magic - maybe - so it stood to reason he was in the know how on magic. His thoughts on it were interrupted with Wade clapping his hands and turning to grin at the table of bewildered people.

“Howdy, I’m Wade, I’m visiting from the U.S. of A and I apologize for barging in. My Canadian heritage is cringing at the rudeness and crying maple syrup tears as we speak.”

Harry was vindicated in the blank and stunned gazes of his friends. The kids had taken to him easily so it was a gift to know that adults all had generally the same reaction. Excepting Luna, of course, who dreamily said, “Oh, how lovely, I love maple syrup.”

“And you’re…dating…Potter?” Draco asked, slowly with a glance between the two men.

“Oh Lordy no! He’s a fine and fit fiddle, he wouldn’t date someone like me in a million years.” Wade said with a big guffaw that faded into self conscious chuckles as he took a seat. Completely missing the play of emotions on Harry’s face behind him.

Having just come to the conclusion not long before that he fancied the man. He ran through shock at the words, pleasure at the compliment in them, and settled on upset. Some terrible mix of sadness, frustration, and resignment. Because of course the first bloke he’d properly fancy after deciding he was bisexual would flirt with him and be physical with him and then tell anyone but him that it was basically impossible to date. Realizing that he was an open book to all of his friends around the table he cleared his face and pretended his best to occlude. Though, even that was probably a failure. He’d always been rubbish at hiding his feelings.

“So you and Harry…” Neville asks, brow furrowed in confusion.

“Are friends, uhm, acquaintances? Buddies?” Wade asks, peering over his shoulder at Harry. At the sight of those pretty blue eyes and the trust there he softens.

“Yea, we’ve become friends through some…strange circumstances. Which, actually,” He says, frowning in remembrance, Harry rifles through his jacket and pulls out the letter with a flourish and holds it out to Wade with a smile of relief, “Teddy wanted you to have this. He said he’d like to be pen pals if you accept? I’d forgotten to give it to you last time or the time before.”

“Oh.” Wade perks up at the letter and takes it like it’s a gift from the Queen herself. “He actually wants to be my pen pal? I thought I’d hallucinated that.”

“Do you hallucinate a lot?” Ginny asked quietly under her breath with a worried glance between them.

“Teddy?” Neville asked.

“Pen pals is a fabulous thing, I think the young Lupin and you will have many wonderful conversations.” Luna added.

Draco and Dean both exchanged a look and took a drink of lager as Harry took a seat beside Wade. He nudged in close next to the massive man, still happy to see him even if things were derailing at a pace that dizzied him. Knees budging up together he leant in close to ask, “So, will you? Be pen pals with Teddy?”

As though he doesn’t believe the letter or offer is real he turns the letter around and around in his hands. If Harry wasn’t paying so much attention he wouldn’t have heard the answer. A weak quiet, “Of course, I’d love to. For as long he wants…”

Harry can’t help the soft smile he gives. He’ll be able to tell Teddy the good news and maybe learn more about the curious man that Wade is. Right as he leans in to ask if he might have a number or address to reach him at Wade vanishes yet again.

“He seems nice. You’ve chosen a fascinating man to fancy, Harry.” Luna says into the silence.

His blush is not at all hidden as he takes a long swig of lager and tries to figure out what to say to his friends.

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His friends had been an odd mix of reactions - supportive, a little pitying, and then moved right on to ribbing him for his massive crush. He hadn’t known what to expect. Primarily because he’d never planned on anything to do with Wade. He hadn’t planned to meet him, to be so caught up in him, to be intimate with him, and definitely not to fancy him. Yet, there Harry was, thoughts constantly churning about a scarred man who had the attention span of a niffler in a vault.

It didn’t help things that Teddy was the man’s pen pal, though that’s what he’d initially wanted. Harry had heard about that from Andromeda. ‘Muggle mail from a strange man who doodled a ninja on the envelope, Harry?’ She had not appreciated his sheepish shrug. He had not appreciated the surge of envy he’d had towards his own godson. His curiosity was a beast. What was in the letters. It’d been almost a whole month since Wade had last dropped in on him and from what he could tell his godson had received a handful of correspondence from Harry’s crush. And not a single note meant for Harry in all of that.

He’d been pouting about it - Ginny’s words, not his - for far too long and decided to instead spend his day off completing the to-do list he’d had for far too long and had been avoiding. Already he’d packed up the boxes of books he was planning to get looked over for value and possible curse-breaking. He’d checked through his garden for the pick of ingredients he had on hand for dinner and what he’d need to gather at the grocers. It was Kreacher’s day off as well, a hotly contested issue for years now, and he was looking forward to cooking for himself for once. And then there was a visit to Gringotts to check on his accounts and drop off the books with Bill. Not altogether a bad list, but the books had weighed in the back of his mind for quite a while. He’d been spoiled by Bill’s leniency with his timetables. Perhaps he could convince the man out for a cuppa to catch up. Harry visited with the Weasley’s on the regular but it always felt like Bill was busy or away for work on those visits. He saw more of Fleur and Victoire than he did the man he thought of as a brother.

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The goblin escorting him to Bill’s office was surprisingly sprightly. Harry was halfway to scurrying after the officious individual. The tails of it’s coat didn’t even touch the floor despite being far longer than it’s legs. Impressed, he tried his best to keep up and not get distracted by the environment. Most of the time he’d visited with Bill had been at the Burrow or at Bill and Fleur’s home and not at his place of work. And despite having actually broken into and out of Gringott’s Harry didn’t have a lot of experience within the bowels of the great building. Perhaps it was in his mind, the distant roar of dragons, and the klaxon of alarms.

Shaking it off he found they’d reached their destination within the cavernous halls, a small rounded door that had him thinking of that Hobbit story Hermione had gifted him in a bid to get him reading for pleasure. It was circled with moss and lichen and gleamed with warm wood. The goblin didn’t speak other than to point menacingly at the door and then him before twirling about and disappearing back down the hall.

Unsure, Harry knocked on the door only for it to swing open silently. Inside was the most non-descript boring office he’d ever seen. White painted walls, filing cabinets, a serviceable plain desk and two visitor chairs that looked the barest form of comfort. But there, sat behind the desk was Bill, looking haggard and happy to see him. Taking a tentative step through the door, Harry looked about, confusion plain on his face, for Bill laughed at him as he stood, setting aside his paperwork.

“It’s a loaner office. I usually work from home or on the road, every time I need an actual office space they have ‘these’.” Bill grinned and hugged Harry in the way of all the Weasley’s. With all their love and joy plain and maybe just a bit too much strength in their arms. Huffing at the squeeze, Harry grinned back and settled into a guest chair, Bill sitting down in the other guest chair instead of back behind the desk. “So, you finally got around to spring cleaning the library. Mum’ll be proud of you.”

Harry clicked his tongue at Bill at the mention of Molly. His psuedo-adoptive mother had many and varied opinions on Grimmauld and Harry’s cleaning habits. Pulling the shrunken boxes free of his robes he set them aside on the desk. All three boxes barely scraped the height of Bill’s paperweight.

“Thanks again, for offering to take a look through them, I don’t want anyone cursed but I’d like to make sure they all make it to good homes. I trust your skills at curse-breaking more than anyone else.”

“I’ll take care with them.” Bill said, leaning back in his chair. He was giving Harry a look that he’d most recently seen on Ginny. Harry hid his sigh internally and waited out the conversation he didn’t want to have. The same one he’d been dodging having with Ron and Hermione. “So…”

Harry groaned, “Just ask.”

“I heard from Ginny that you have a crush.”

“You’re all gossips, every one of you.” Harry griped, though he felt loved.

“We are, especially about family, you missed a lot of the gossip we all had when Ron was thinking through proposing to Hermione. He’d wanted to just hand her the ring during breakfast one day.”

Wincing at his best friend, Harry nodded. “Gossiped your way to him doing a showy proposal did you?”

“You truly believe that Ron was the one who came up with the idea so Hermione had a private tour of the Library of Alexandria’s Magical Rebuild right at sunset?”

She still tells me about it every time I stop by.” Harry said with a laugh. He relaxed into the uncomfortable chair, knowing that Bill was safe to share with. He’d always looked up to the other man like an older brother. “Yes, your gossip is correct. I fancy Wade.”

“Wade, is it?” Bill’s smile was kind and patient.

“I didn’t mean to, it’s just, Wade. He’s a force of nature.”

“So you have that in common, then?”

Harry grumbled but had to agree. He’d been told that a time or two, especially after becoming an Auror. It wasn’t always said in the best of ways.

“Have you told him your feelings? Or asked him out?” Bill said, like that was completely logical.

“Uh.”

It was. It was logical. Fuck, Harry thought. He’d not thought to do either. He’d been on the tracks to an unrequited crush without a single thought to dating the man or talking about his emotions. Not a good sign for his future relationships and definitely a sign of his past ones. Bill gave a good natured chuckle at Harry’s face. His expression had screwed up at the thought of discussing ‘feelings’ with anyone let alone someone as confounding and derailing as Wade.

“A date?”

With a nod and a grin at his expense, “Yes, Harry, that’s what people usually do when they find someone they fancy.”

“It’s not that eas-“ Harry started to say only to be interrupted with a body landing atop his. The uncomfortable and quaint guest chair had no way of saving itself from a death by two grown men. Thus, Harry found himself squashed flat atop a pile of kindling and scratchy fabric padding with definite splinters in Bill’s borrowed office.

“Harry!” Bill shouted.

Vaguely, past the sudden thump to his head, Harry heard what he suspected was Bill moving around. The body on his lightened and lifted. Blinking blearily and wheezing air into his pancaked lungs Harry could make out scarred skin and a tee shirt emblazoned with what looked like an off brand crest for Hogwarts.

“Harry!” This shout was all Wade. Including a healthy dose of panic and glee. “I’m so sorry there, baby boy, did not stick that landing. The Judges would disqualify me for that maneuver. Can you breathe for me?”

He wanted to argue that he was breathing just fine and knew exactly how to do so but couldn’t gather enough oxygen to get the words out so he grunted and slowly sat up. Feeling the new bump on the back of his head he blinked a few times but the image before him didn’t change. Wade was levitated and wrapped up tight in ropes, Bill behind him with wide eyes and a pale face and a wand pointed with a ferocity that was heart warming. With his first full chest of air, Harry waved weakly at Wade and said, “Bill, meet Wade, Wade, this is Bill.”

“This is-“ Bill began but cut off before revealing Harry’s feelings. With a chagrined look he slowly lowered Wade and spelled the ropes away. “…Wade?”

“That’s me! Wade Wilson, Merc with a Motormouth, the handsomest avocado you’ve ever met, but you can call my Pooly, short for Deadpool.” Wade said in a ramble that sucked up all the energy in the room. Against his will, Harry felt a smile twitch his lips. The large scarred man, freed from his restraints, crawled across the bland office floor on hands and knees to Harry’s side. He waited for a nod from Harry before checking the back of his head for the injury Harry had found. “Ooof, you have a walnut growing out the back of your skull, pretty boy. It could wear a hat all it’s own. Still feeling dizzy?”

Making some noise to the effect of yes, Harry was surprised to find he’d closed his eyes for longer than he’d thought. When he next opened them he was sitting in Wade’s lap, the detritus of the chair vanished, and Bill was crouched in front of him with a potion bottle held out. The worried expression on the red head’s face boded badly. Harry quaffed the potion with minimal movements and held in his grimace at the taste. A soft sigh his only show that the healing potion worked.

“Woah,” Wade breathed, close to his ears. “Your clone-to-be has been reabsorbed back into your body.”

Bill coughed out a laugh at the comment, looking between them with a humored gleam. “Only one Harry Potter allowed.”

“Right?! Or else you’d have to battle for supremacy. Which, it never goes quite the way you think it will. The last one I had to do, Gwenpool gained the upper hand and Zombiepool was starting an apocalypse in the wrong world and it was all getting rather messy. Much better to not create copies or go multiverse hopping if you can. Keeps the timeline neat and clean.”

Harry let that remark roll right off him. Why did he like this man again? Squinting in thought he tried to list the reasons past his recent concussion only to get distracted by heavily muscled arms wrapping him up in a hug.

“Uh, Wade?”

“Yes, pookie?”

“No.”

“Cookie?”

“No.”

“Wookie?”

“Wade!”

“Harry!”

“Why am I in your lap?” He asked, trying to get away from the battle of the pet names. Also to ignore the look on Bill’s face at this interaction altogether. Feeling caught out for bantering with his crush in front of his family he fought his blush to no avail.

“Well, spookie bear,” Wade started, ignoring Harry’s growl, “whenever I’m concussed I always crave a good cuddle. And it seemed like your buddy Bill was taking care of the details so I thought I’d just scoop you up for an all time winning Wade Wilson hug of epic proportions.”

“It kept you from hitting your head on the floor when you tipped over.” Bill said simply, patting Harry’s knee before settling into a cross legged sit across from Harry and Wade.

“That too.” Wade chirped happily. Then promptly vanished, which made Harry tip over and knock his head on the wall behind him. Through a new wave of head pain he heard Bill speak.

“Does he do that often?”

“Hug people?” Harry grumbled.

“Vanish.”

“Oh. Yeah.”

“I like him.” Bill said. Harry sighed and took the next potion held out to him.

Chapter Text

After the requisite interrogation from Bill, Wade did basically appear and disappear from one of the most secure locations in the Wizarding World, he hugged Harry and sent him back home with a lot to think on. Primarily, how to ask out Wade. Hermione would be proud because his first thought, okay second after panicking, was to make a list. Even if the list was on the back of a flyer he’d confiscated from the Auror Office for (ironically) speed dating. Smoothing out the wrinkled page he’d found in his back pocket once he got home he sat down at his desk and stared at the blank page. Muggle Pen in hand he tried his darnedest.

1. Wait until he pops into existence and see if he’ll agree to coffee.

2. Talk to Teddy to see if he’ll ask Wade for you.

3. Bribe Wade’s address from Teddy so you can visit.

Was that too morally questionable? Harry left it on the list. Unlike asking his Godson to do his dirty work. Bribery in the form of books wasn’t frowned upon by Andromeda. And technically, Harry had helped set up the Pen Pal situation to begin with, so maybe he had some leeway. Frowning, he thought hard, while chewing up the end of the muggle pen. Still satisfying even if it wasn’t a feather. Worse for his teeth, though. He crunched on the plastic in frustration.

4. Use your Auror access to magically stalk Wade so you can show up in his life for once.

5. Keep a Muggle phone on hand in case Wade pops up so you can skip addresses altogether.

6. Write Wade a letter and let the owls handle it.

As soon as he wrote it he understood exactly how much of a dunderhead he truly was. The owls! They knew where everyone was and from what Harry could tell they were allowed to deliver to people who were Muggle so long as they knew of the Wizarding World.

But then, what should he write? He couldn’t use the dumb flyer. It would send the wrong message anyways. So, he got up, yelling for Kreacher, Harry just had to find at least one of the sets of stationary that Hermione had gifted him over the years. Less than ten minutes later ignoring the grumbling of Kreacher Harry looked over the stack of still sealed stationary sets for one he thought might impress Wade. He had to hand it to Hermione, she chose some interesting designs. Setting aside the Howler set (she’d been maudlin about wanting to hear his voice that year since they’d all been so busy then Harry had pointed out that that was what floo calls were for) he scrunched his face in thought. Small snowy owls flew across the page edges of one, cute, but it reminded him of Hedwig too much to use. The next had Quidditch players framing the letter but they were surprisingly aggressive with the bludgers over the place where Harry wanted to write. Another had cauldrons and little potion bottles bopping about - which made him think of Snape so that was out. Snape and a date request for Wade did not go in the same category of his mind, no thank you.

So, it was the forest scene paper. Little animals darted in between trees at the bottom while flying creatures took to the sky. He spotted kneazles and hippogriffs and acromantula and a dragon among others. Perfect. Now he just had to think of something to write that was compelling enough to keep Wade from forgetting to read his words in favor of watching the moving art.

What felt like forever later he was surrounded by scrunched up failures of letters and that was after he’d erased the words enough time that the animals on the page either scattered or attacked Harry when he tried to write. The last blank page sat before him, but Harry couldn’t stare at it for a second longer. His face was in his hands. Angrily grumbling to himself he mistook the thud behind him for another sound of the old house.

“Just write it, Harry, that’s all it is. Just write the blasted words. ‘Wade. Let’s go out. P.S. do you have a phone number so I never have to go through this trying experience ever again?’”

“You want to go out?” Came a question precariously close to his ear.

As was becoming habit Harry squealed like a little girl and tipped back in his chair. Wade caught the chair but that did nothing to stop his own answering squeal of surprise. After a round or two of noises that were by no means manly both panting men calmed enough to stare at each other. Wade slowly tilted Harry’s chair upright. The clatter of the wood meeting floor loud in the room between them. When Harry didn’t immediately speak up, he wasn’t 100 percent certain he hadn’t hallucinated Wade, the scarred man looked about the littered room.

Harry watched as his crush knelt and picked up one of the crumpled letters and unfolded it to read the chicken scratch that was his writing. Then another. And another. Another and another. Until Wade was sat cross legged on the floor of Harry’s den surrounded by the mess of Harry’s attempts to ask him out.

“You do.” He said wistfully. “You really want to go on a date with me.”

Nodding, not trusting his vocal chords to not squeak, Harry awaited his verdict.

“Why?”

“Why?” He echoed.

“Why.” Wade confirmed.

“…do I want to go on a date with you?” He asked rhetorically, frowning down at the whirlwind of a man he couldn’t stop thinking about. Wade was endearing, folded up on his floor, wearing board shorts and a matching floral button down and sandals with socks. Harry hadn’t expected a question to his question. Rubbing at his face he winced at the scritch of his five o’clock shadow and dropped his hands to stare into those crystalline blue eyes.

“I fancy you?” Harry said simply.

“But…why?”

“Because you’re you?”

“You sound unsure.” Wade said, as he rolled to his feet in a smooth move that was intimidating and attractive. Harry felt dwarfed and out of his depth staring up at the large man.

“I’m not. I don’t often fancy others. I’m kind of bad at love.” Not the thing to tell someone you want to go on a date with you, Harry chided himself.

“But none of that still explains. Why me, baby boy?” Wade’s voice had gentled further like he knew how much this was taking a toll on Harry.

He couldn’t look the other man in the eye as the words rolled off his tongue. Harry pressed his palms into his eyes and gave the truth. “You’re the most extraordinary person I’ve met. And that means a lot. With my life. But somehow you’re more compelling and interesting to me. Magic has become mundane but you? I can’t imagine you ever being mundane. Aside from my brain constantly reminding me of you, you look like that. All big and muscled and bright eyed. With a smile that I dream about. Not to mention the flirting. I’ve never come across someone who screams sexuality like you. I even like the bloody pet names. It’s all new and scary and-“

Harry had looked up to find that he was alone in his den. Choking back the swell of emotion in his throat he screwed up his face in frustration. For a brief moment he wondered if he’d imagined Wade being there at all. But then on his desk the blank piece of paper was no longer quite so empty. A scrawled ‘yes’ and a series of numbers sat below his pen. He was so elated he missed the fact that all of his scrapped letters were absent.

Chapter Text

Harry was not a coward. That was one trait that could not be ascribed to him. All the same it took him a few hours to work up the courage to call Wade. In part because he was still reeling from admitting he fancied the man. In part because he’d been given Wade’s number but what did ‘yes’ mean exactly? That he could call the scarred man? That he could ask him out? Or was that the answer to asking him out? He was going to get a date. He’d make it happen. Maybe.

Getting his mind in order was accompanied by getting himself in order. Cleaning up his writing desk and himself and preparing food because somehow in all the chaos eating had slipped his mind. So, it was, a few hours after his last surprise visit by Wade that he faced down his cell phone.

The piece of technology sat silently on his bedside table. Harry had been ushered out of the common rooms of his home by a hassling Kreacher after being fed so he’d sequestered himself in his bedroom. Perched on the edge of his bed in one of his better sets of clothes - jeans without holes, a button down that had all the buttons still attached firmly, and nice shiny boots despite being in his bedroom (a sin to have shoes in his room according to Kreacher) - he reached out to the phone like it was a potentially cursed item. He’d plugged in the number before he could over think it and pressed the call button. Tense like he hadn’t been in years Harry listened to the ringing impatiently. Gripping the phone with sweaty fingers.

“Allo, Dick’s Dildos here, filling your need from micro to macro, what size can I do ya for?” Came the very familiar and cheerful voice of Wade.

Harry blinked, looked at the phone, looked at the number on the piece of paper, looked back. Did Wade work for a sex toy company? Was that the kind of merchant he was? It would weirdly match with Wade’s personality in Harry’s opinion. Though, it did nothing to explain why he kept dying to meet with Harry.

“Hello? Feeling shy? No worries, just press one to hear the options of our shop or hold on the line.” Wade’s voice interrupted his thoughts.

Hurrying to speak as he could hear the wind up voice of the other man, Harry stuttered out, “W-Wade! Wade? It’s me. Harry. Me.”

The other end went silent, Harry did a double take at the phone again, wondering if he’d been disconnected but no, the call was still ongoing. “Wade?” He asked, tentative.

“You called me.”

“You gave me your number.” Harry scrambled to explain, then second thoughts snuck in, “Was I not supposed to call?”

“No! No, if you get a number you should definitely call it.” Wade said, making Harry deflate from the stress relief, slumped he could barely hear the other man’s voice mumbling something that sounded like ‘I just never expect people to actually call me’.

Frowning, Harry tried to get back on track. “So, it’s okay I called?”

“Of course.” Wade’s voice was weak but Harry grasped on the words. An awkward silence settled between them as both thought through what they could say now. And against all his logic and hard earned conversation skills Harry broke the silence first.

“Do you actually sell dildos?” Immediately he berated himself in his head for bringing that up.

“Why? You need some stuffing?” Back was the flirtatious Wade that he’d first met. The kind that looked Harry up and down like he was a delicious treat to be savored. His only response was a choked garbled noise as he slapped a hand over his burning face. A deep rumbly chuckle on the other end of the line did things to his insides.

“I don’t actually sell dildos.” Wade offered with a thread of humor. “I’m a merc remember, the Merc with the Mouth. If you’re wanting something girthy, you can have the real thing anytime, sweet cheeks.”

The blush spread from his face to his ears but he didn’t quite believe Wade’s flirting. Despite the fact the man had groped him and sucked him off, it seemed like too much to hope for. He was still trying to survive this phone call first. Shaking his head, Harry took a deep breath and tried again. “It’s really okay that I called?”

He hated how needy that question made him but the warmth in Wade’s voice when he answered made it all better, “Of course, pretty boy. I like hearing your voice. Better to have you in front of me, but I like this too.”

“Good. Good.” Harry bit his lip, he was too far gone on the scarred man, images of the massive man flickered behind his eyes. Then he caught a strange repeated noise on the other side of the phone. Like a scratch? Or a zipper? Harry frowned, “What are you doing?”

Wade laughed, the happy sound all the better for going straight in Harry’s ear this close. “What’s next, pretty boy? Gonna ask the color of my thong?”

That garbled noise of embarrassment was back. This was not what he imagined when talking on the phone with Wade. Though, it wasn’t far outside of what he should have expected. “Waaaaade.”

“Chill cutie, I’m doing origami. Came into some cool paper recently and decided to practice my skills.”

“Origami?” Harry asked. “Paper folding?”

“Yuppers, different animals and shapes and things. I used to only know how to do paper airplanes then I helped rescue this group of girl scouts and their leader Ellie plied me with cookies and forced me to do origami while we waited out the transport. Cause I tell ya, it’s one thing to joke about wrapping up 13 preteen girls and sticking them to a roof of tiny Toyota but reality is that they don’t want to ruin their hair. Vicious little wolverines when it comes to their hairstyles. So, I had to call in back up and we got stuck at a Waffle House. Now the taste of thin mints and maple syrup and paper cuts all come together. I have a little menagerie so far. Of origami I mean, not girl scouts. Half way through the stack so far, thinking I’ll make a lion next.”

While Wade listed out all the animals he’d already folded, with sometimes accompanying names and sound effects, Harry listened with a growing fondness. He kicked off his shoes and sprawled back on the bed. The creak of the bedspring cutting off Wade’s rant.

“Pretty boy, are you calling me from bed?” The sudden switch from cheerful nattering to a purr of pure sex made Harry shiver. Unable to lie he just made a small noise to fill the lack of a proper answer. Another one of those zipper scratch sounds was heard before the line quieted. Harry tried to still his breathing, feeling nervous about the fact that he had actually called Wade, the strange scarred massive man he fancied, from his bedroom. “What are you wearing, Harry?”

The use of his first name instead of all those nicknames shouldn’t have been hot but it was. He’d not planned to flirt like this, but he answered all the same. “Button down, jeans.” His hands drifted over the buttons, ghosting to the line of his zipper on his jeans. Shaking his hand he forced it out on the bed so he wouldn’t be tempted to touch further.

The temptation only grew as Wade spoke, “Colors, pretty boy, patterns? What’s it look like wrapped around you? Do you fill out that shirt for me? Stretching those jeans?”

It was happening. Was he about to have phone sex?

Licking his lips, Harry tried for seductive, “Blue, the shirt’s blue, it fits…well?”

“What kind of blue? Sky? Baby? Ocean? Smurf? Navy? I’m painting a picture here, honey, give me something to work with. Gonna draw you like one of my French girls.”

Harry ignored that last bit that only confused him, more focused on Wade’s quiet laughter at his own joke. Smiling Harry tried to figure out words for colors. “It’s blue like -“ like your eyes, he thought. Then thought, to hell with it, Wade was a brazen sort and Harry was supposed to be the poster child for bravery. “The color is the same as your eyes. Stunning, crystal blue.”

Now it was Wade’s turn to made that choked garbled noise. Harry felt like he’d won something precious. “No patterns,” he continued, “Just that gorgeous color that makes me think of you.”

The garbled noise twisted and turned until it sounded vaguely like it might have meant the word ‘gorgeous’ incredulously repeated. Grinning, Harry spoke more. “Blue jeans too, though they’re more of that washed rainy blue color. They’re a little tight. My friends call them my ‘just fuck me’ jeans.” Harry laughed at the memory. He’d been flattered and flustered when they’d all ranted about how well he looked in those jeans. The quidditch years and auror exercises making him a rather fit specimen of a bloke. Then the conversation had turned to who had the best arse on the pro teams until it devolved into giggles and drunken compliments.

“Baby boy all in blue, da ba dee, da ba die. Da-aaaamn-a.” Wade half sang the words quietly into Harry’s ear before causing verbal whiplash by asking with all seriousness. “If you unbutton, what’s beneath?”

The question lit a fire in Harry, he’d dressed himself, he knew the answer was a white undershirt, blue boxer briefs. Nothing fancy in his opinion. But suddenly he felt attractive. Before he could think of what to say, Wade spoke again.

“Will you pop those pretty buttons for me, beautiful boy?”

The little hum of affirmation snuck out without his control. That hand that he’d banished to the bedspread was quick to return to his collar. He thumbed his shirt open. Chest rising faster with each pop of the buttons.

“Take your time, handsome. I want you to enjoy yourself.” Wade’s voice had dropped deep making Harry’s mouth go dry. “What button are you on?”

Feeling silly or just outright dizzy, Harry counted the buttons he’d undone. “Four?”

“Pause for me, pretty thing, tell me about what’s underneath.”

“White undershirt.” Harry whispered, worried that Wade would think him boring for his clothing choices. He’d made a blue button down and jeans sound good, he thought. But a white shirt?

Wade groaned on the phone, the sound sexual and combusting Harry. “I bet if I got you wet you’d be the sexiest thing this side of Magic Mike. Agh, a white undershirt baby boy, you’re making all those blue collar fantasies come true.”

Apparently, a white undershirt was practically lingerie to Wade. Happily confused but willing to take the win, Harry shivered, picturing Wade in a white shirt. The fabric stretched taut and soaked through, clinging to muscles and scarred skin the way he wanted to.

“More buttons, my little Benjamin Button.” Wade ordered.

Harry set to work but couldn’t quell the grumble or his quick correction. “Harry. Call me Harry.”

A masculine chuckle precluded his name being said like the epitome of sex. “As you wish, Harry.”

He didn’t even realize he’d made a noise akin to a quiet keen of need, too distracted popping buttons and fuzzy headed from the influence of Wade’s words.

“Baby booooy, Harry honey, you can’t make sounds like that.”

“Whu?” Harry half asked, yanking his shirt free of his jeans. Lifted on one elbow he struggled to strip off the fabric.

“I’ll finish too fast if you give me noises like those.”

Finish? Too fast? Noises? Like what? Harry had lost the thread. He dropped the phone. Shirt thrown across the room, he tore off his undershirt and picked up the phone, breath racing, bed creaking. His cock was painfully trapped in his jeans calling for his touch.

“You’re not taking your time, are you, cutie pie? I heard fabric, sounds like you’re rushing to strip for me.”

Chided, Harry grumbled, “But, Wade-” He pleaded, then winced at the words and the need in his voice.

“What do you look like now, what are you wearing?”

“Jeans, boxer briefs. Blue.” Then remembering the color requirement, tacked on. “Navy. Navy blue.”

“I didn’t hear a zipper? Have you let your pretty prick breathe yet, baby boy? Hm? Harry?”

He shook his head, then remembered, phone call. Swallowing he spoke, “Not yet. Can I?”

“Oh.” Wade breathed the word and Harry froze. “You’re asking permission, like a good boy.” Then he hummed, a pleased sound that make Harry’s pulse skip and his prick throb.

“Wade.” He asked without asking.

An airy chuckle was his answer, then, “Next time we’ll be taking our time, but I can’t deny my good boy, now can I? You’ll get it out for me? I remember how good it was to taste.”

Harry whimpered, he acknowledged that fact and moved beyond it by lifting his hips to relieve the pressure as he carefully unzipped his jeans and pushed all the fabric down until his cock fell free. Already he was leaking, bright red and craving a firm hand. Rolling to the side he threw open his nightstand drawer to fish out the lube. With shaky fingers he poured too much cold liquid over him. Hissing at the sudden chill, he capped the lube and tossed it aside to touch with a sigh from his soul.

“Make those noises for me, baby boy, let me hear you enjoy yourself.”

“Wade,” He warbled the other man’s name, head falling back on the bed. He scooted about until he was comfortable, then switched hands for the phone. Lube slicked fingers clutching tight to his cell phone so he could hear the other man. Vaguely, Harry picked up a sound. Slick and wet. And not him. Holding his breath he listened close. He knew that noise. A fist fucking a prick. Wet with lube. Then Wade gave a moan that sounded almost like his name. “Are you-?”

“Mhm, ‘course I am, it’d be a criminal offense not to with this soundtrack.”

Harry closed his eyes, listening to the sound of Wade stroking himself off to the sound of Harry doing the same. His fingers were slow, starting back up.

“Pretty Boy, how do you like it? Soft and slow? Hard and mean? Messy? Sloppy? Tight and controlled? You like it on the head or at the base? You touch your balls, baby? Tell me, teach me how you want it, so the next time I get my hands on you I can help you unravel.”

All those words broke him down into sensations. Harry had never questioned how he liked to be touched, either by himself or others. That was all instinct. But this? Thinking about it? Explaining it? Knowing that what he said today Wade would do to him sometime in the future was nearly overwhelming.

“Sl-slow? A little sloppy, maybe? I like it tight at the top.” He said, stuttering over his words and he worked himself with his hands through the actions. “ Loose at the bottom. And a twist on the way up.” His breath hitched with the twist. This was slutty, he thought, only further turned on by it.

“Good boy.” Wade said sensual. His own hitching in a copy of Harry’s “Oh, that twist is a good move. I’ll have to remember that.”

Harry was shook, picturing Wade touching himself in the same way. Then a thought, “How do you like it? How would you want me to touch you, Wade?”

“…you want to touch me, pretty boy?” Wade asked, something in his voice but Harry was still high on the pleasure to take proper notice.

“Nn, uh huh, so bad.” He said, in a way that he never thought would sound like him. Harry was past caring. He wanted to touch Wade. The texture of scars and the valleys and hills of muscle was a lure that he struggled to resist. “Want to make you feel good too.”

Another hitch of air from Wade. Harry imagined it was that twist.

“You do. Touch me anyway you want and I’ll feel like I’m high. You could play me like a Bop-It and I’d cum in seconds because it’s you, Harry.”

No clue what a Bop-It was Harry was more than happy with the permission to touch his crush. He rolled, facial hair rasping over the fabric of his bed spread as he pumped his hips into his hand, half fucking, half stroking. “Wade, talk to me. Please, I want - I want to- with your voice.”

“Catnip cutie,” Wade gasped, “You’re more addictive than the best of drugs, baby. I’ll make you feel so good next time. I promise. I’ll return this to you twenty-fold. I’ll milk you, pretty boy. Would you like that?”

Harry nodded, past words, giving sounds of affirmation as he worked himself closer to completion to Wade’s words.

“I’ll touch you all over, run these hands all over that silky skin of yours until I can sculpt you blindfolded. Can’t wait to get my fingers on you. Loved you in my mouth. You taste so good. Did you know that? Better than chocolate cake, the taste of you.”

He made a disbelieving noise, toes curling at the image of Wade licking him in broad strokes of his tongue. Harry was getting near to the edge. Abdomen cramping tight with the need.

“Think you’d let me taste all of you? I’d eat you out until you cried then lick up the tears and cum.”

Those words did it. Pushed over the edge by the thought of Wade’s face buried between his cheeks, fingers pulling him wide while fucking him with his tongue. Not something Harry had ever done before but he wanted to try. Wanted to try with Wade, specifically. And he believed the other man. Something about Wade told Harry that he kept his word when it came to giving Harry pleasure. He had no clue what he sounded like when he came, the phone had fallen free when his eyes cracked open, a small far off moan of his own name reaching him until his brain came back to him. Collapsed half into the mess he’d made Harry scrambled for the phone with shaking slick fingers.

“Wade?” He asked, voice hoarse. Embarrassed at how arousing his own voice came out he coughed and tried again, “Wade? You okay?”

“Brilliant baby boy, absolutely brill as you brits like to say.” A gusty sigh from the other man made him smile. “Wish I could have seen that but hearing it was amazing. Better than those ASMR smut videos.”

Frowning, ‘asmr’, Harry huffed a quiet laugh. Then cursed when he rolled into the cooling cum. He spoke mostly to himself when he said, “I have to go clean up.”

“Go take a nice bath, think of me when you soap up, eh? You have my number, we can talk anytime, Harry.”

Harry hummed happily at that, he mumbled, “Thanks, I’ll call again, anytime, right?”

“Anytime, I’m always on call for you, pretty boy. Might get a dedicated beeper just for you. Gonna clean up myself and finish my little origami zoo. Can’t wait till next time.”

That last bit was said so quiet that Harry almost didn’t catch it. But he did and smiling. He warmly said, “Soon, bye Wade.”

“Bye baby boy.”

It wasn’t until he was sunk into his bath, half soaped up that he remembered that he’d meant the call to ask out the other man and had entirely forgotten his mission.

“Fuck,” he groaned into his hands, sighing but not entirely upset because it came with another excuse to call and speak with Wade, he continued thinking about the man as he washed off the lube and cum of one of the best phone calls he’d ever made.

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A date was set. One week from the call as Harry had work and babysitting and Wade had merc things to do supposedly. The phone call to get the question out was a startlingly short one. Sadly, no phone sex involved as Wade was busy on the other end of the line. Harry thought he heard gunshots and the ring of metal and possibly explosions. Maybe Wade liked to play those new video games that the kids were always on about. First person shooters, he thought, Hugo had tried to explain it to him once but Harry had not been very interested having lived through enough battles in his time. Being an Auror more than filled any quota for violence he had left and even at that he primarily spent his time in paperwork and not fights.

Wade had said yes. Loudly, repeatedly, before calling Harry a pretty poppet (at least that what’s he think he heard) affectionately and then ending the call. Harry would like to think he was inured of Wade’s eccentricities by then but it’d be a lie. The man was a mass of confusion in every interaction they had. An attractive one, though, who gave great head. Harry was willing to accept the exchange. It’s not like confusion wasn’t part and parcel in his life. He’d known Luna for years and she still made him tilt his head like a dog trying to translate it’s owners odd behavior.

They’d texted, Harry and Wade (not Harry and Luna though they did chat on occasion via floo calls), about the time and place. A non-magical pub in London proper that served a mean fish and chips that Hermione had once taken him to. That weekend for a lovely dinner. Perhaps, not the most attractive of foods for flirting, but Wade seemed appreciative of the choice and Harry was really excited. His first true date with a bloke. The fact that it was the man he fancied who always kept him on his toes was a practical promise for a good time. Harry was going to try and keep things pg, for their first date, but he also knew the allure of Wade. He’d play it by ear, honestly.

Currently, it was mid-way through the week and Harry felt like time magic may be at play because the days were dragging. The only moments where it sped up were when Harry and Wade would text or talk on the phone. Which, thankfully, was quite often. Wade was a terrible and terrific texter. He never used punctuation and used shorthand that Harry had to constantly look up in order to understand. He also used these little glyph faces and symbol people that impressed Harry to no end. Things that used regular characters to convey eating or doffing a hat or throwing ninja stars (that last once Teddy had explained to him just now). Harry felt boring by comparison.

“You like him.” Teddy said point blank in the way of children. Stating open secrets with aplomb.

Harry turned three different shades of red but nodded. Both him and Teddy were huddled under a blanket fort in the living room of Andromeda’s home. She’d left off for a visit to Narcissa while Harry watched his godson. Both boys (as she loved to call them) had immediately set to building the best fort by hand (of course no magic necessary for a proper pillow or blanket fort). They’d hauled bedding from the guest bedrooms and draped it over the sofa and armchairs and propped the coffee table on it’s side as a makeshift wall. Teddy took up the bulk of the fort space, Harry was mostly out, sprawled on his stomach trying to decipher texts from Wade with Teddy’s help (only the appropriate texts of course) while his godson crafted a letter for his pen pal.

“Is it different? Liking a boy instead of a girl?” Teddy asked.

Which, good question, Harry gave it a long thought.

“Not really. I still think his eyes are pretty and I want to hold his hand and I think it’d be nice to buy him flowers.” Harry answered, giving it a small nod. He made a note to himself to pick up flowers on the way to the fish and chip place.

“That makes sense.”

“It does. Your Aunt ‘Mione told me that the Wizarding World is progressive.” At the big word Teddy scrunched up his face at Harry, so he rushed to explain, “It means that magical people don’t really care about if it’s a boy or girl or any gender really that they fancy. Muggles are a bit different. But magically…” Harry shrugged hoping he’d answered well. This felt like one of those big moments.

“Are you going to have a baby with him then?“

On that whopper of a sentence Harry’s sense was knocked out of him. As was the air in his lungs. Primarily because someone had literally landed on him. It was a blessing that he’d been resting his chin on a pillow or else he might have chipped a tooth with how heavily Wade squashed him into a pancake on the floor of the living room.

Wade bounced with the landing and rolled to the side. Harry was busy wheezing and blinking away the flecks of black in his vision. With a groan he sucked in a deep breath and turned his head carefully to take in his crush. His crush who had rolled so hard that when he’d stopped it was due to whacking loudly into the legs of an armchair. It set off a series of actions that Harry watched in awe. The chair teetered on it’s back legs, tethered barely upright by a blanket tied to the upper part for stability of the fort. In almost slow motion the chair toppled yanking the blanket free of it’s moorings. Many of which had been loosely tied into other supporting blankets and a large comforter that made up the majority of the fort. Harry had used the comforter’s loops usually used to keep it secure on the bed. With the one loosing blanket the entire thing immediately whoomphed down onto Teddy who cried out in surprise.

Harry, guilty as he would feel about it later, let loose a quiet chuckle before reaching from his still pancaked position for Teddy’s form lumped under the hefty comforter. He peeled up the edge of the feather filled bedding and giggled at a shocked Teddy. The sound made his godson grin. No harm done, except possibly to Andromeda’s furniture. Nothing that Harry couldn’t spell okay.

“You alright there, Teddy?” He asked with humor.

“Is that Wade?”

Leave it to the kid to cut to the important points. Harry gave a nod then stopped, turned to double check, yup, definitely Wade, and nodded at Teddy who scuttled free of the comforter to go help his penpal. Stepping directly over his beloved godfather who’d just been pancaked in the process. Feeling a little discarded, Harry sat up slowly with a quiet groan and the accompanying popping of his spine to watch. Wade, thank Merlin, was fully clothed this visit. Though there was an odd hole in both the front and back of his shirt nearly perfectly circular, about the size of a bottle directly over where his heart would be.

“Hey there Theodore Bear.” Wade muffled out with a smile in his voice at Teddy who scowled at the nickname.

“That’s not my name.” He stated imperiously. “I’m Teddy.”

“Oh, so it’s short for Theopolus then? Thelonius? Teddimund the third?”

Teddy laughed, “Noooo. I’m Ted-dy. Teddy! You know this, Wade!”

The kid helped Wade to sit up, shoving aside the blankets, before standing over the much larger man with his hands on his hips. It was a pose he’d seen on Andromeda a time or two when she scolded someone for being silly. Harry just leant back on his palms and watched the show.

“It’s Edward, actually.” Harry said, making both pair of eyes turn to him. Teddy’s had flickered from the green they took on when Harry was over to match Wade’s blue. He was pinned by two sets of incredulous crystalline blue eyes.

“It is not!” Teddy said, looking betrayed.

“It is. You were named after your grandfather, Ted Tonks, but your parents always called you Teddy when they talked about you so it stuck.” Harry explained.

“Edward,” the kid said quietly. Stunned.

“Edward, solid name. Not as much of a mouthful as Teddimund the third but a great name.” Wade said and like he was given permission to like his true name Teddy straightened and grinned between the two men.

“I have to firecall Rose and Hugo! I’m Edward.” Teddy stated, then darted over to the floo and setting to it.

Wade reached for the kid but paused when the flames changed color to look at Harry for guidance only to panic entirely when Teddy shoved his head into the fire and shouted out for Rose and Hugo. Harry moved quick then, stopping the big man from yanking Teddy back.

“It’s okay,” he whispered quick, recalling how he’d felt the first time he’d seen someone floo call. “It’s magic, he’s safe, it doesn’t hurt him.”

Wade was twitching with the need to act and save Harry’s godson, but he let Harry hold him back, watching with wide eyes as Teddy shouted out the discovery of his name through what was essentially the fireplace.

“Magic,” Wade said, looking away finally from the scene to Harry. He checked a few times before his muscles actually relaxed.

“Magic. It’s a floo call. I thought you knew some things of magic…” Harry said slowly.

“Oh. Yeah, it’s been a bit since I read the series. But yeah, flue calls, that’s right. Never seen it before now. I’m kind of trained to save kids from fires so that was…something.” The usual cheerfulness of Wade’s words was conspicuously absent.

Harry’s heart hurt at how much it must have scared Wade. He’d have to talk to Teddy carefully about it, maybe. He ran a hand up and down Wade’s spine in reassurance, until his fingers caught on the hole baring Wade’s scarred skin. His fingers dipped beneath the hole curiously. That drew Wade’s attention to him. A smile tugged at his lips, the hint of a leer just beginning to bud. Harry drew back his hand with a blush.

“You’ve come to visit?” Harry asked. Then realized, this meant that Wade had died. Again. He hadn’t quite considered that he’d met Wade so many times because he kept…dying. That did something to his heart. A tightening in his chest he hated.

“Yeah, pole speared me through the heart. Shish kebobbed. We should get those sometimes. Sounds yummy. It’s been a while since I’ve been on the pole. Thought I’d broken the habit.” Wade laughed at himself. Mumbling quietly under his breath about the comfort of pleaser heels and making a quick buck or two to hitch a ride back to NYC that one time.

But Harry was busy picturing the vivacious and very much alive Wade being stabbed through the chest. He swallowed down his nausea. Then heard the offer for a date somewhere in the confusing jumble of information and nodded. “I like shish kebabs.” Or he used to before this particular analogy. “You’re alright?”

“Aw, you’re worried about lil ol me?” Wade asked, his voice rising in a fake southern belle accent. The large man nudged at Harry with his shoulder, leaning in close. It brought their faces near enough to distract Harry’s thoughts.

After a far too long glance at the other man’s lips, he answered, “Of course. I like you, Wade. I don’t want you hurt.”

The sincerity seemed to almost strike Wade physically. He pulled back, eyes flicking over Harry’s face, he was looking for something and must have found it because his next smile was sweet and crinkled those pretty blue eyes.

“Oh, Baby Boy, you say the sweetest things. Look at you, seducing yourself a Wade Winston Wilson. You’ll never be rid of me if you keep saying stuff like that.”

“Is that a promise?” Harry flirted, his mouth on autopilot. He was proud of it too, he’d always been an abysmal flirt. Wade was teaching him a lot about himself.

Wade leant back in, breathing out his answer on Harry’s lips, “Cross my heart.”

Harry was too focused on the soft yet conquering kiss and the feeling of a chuckle sneaking between the two of them. Wade nipped at him, making Harry gasp and open for his tongue. Licking back he let himself fall into Wade’s orbit, chest pressing into Wade’s arm he lifted his face to the taller man. A moan snuck up his throat when his crush sucked on his lower lip. Wade pulled back enough to shush Harry. Both men checked, but Teddy was still busy shouting at his friends. Exchanging grins at the stolen kiss Harry dove back in, eyes fluttering shut, he kept as quiet as he could with Wade’s tongue slick on his. Harry’s fingers had twined with Wade’s, his heart thudding with excitement. He pulled back to see the effect of their kisses reflected in ocean blue eyes only for him to fall forward into air. Wade having vanished yet again.

Blinking into the sudden absence Harry took a settling breath before turning to the sound of an opening door and Andromeda calling hello. Behind him Teddy continued to shout his joy over his name, head buried in flames, and around him the fort remained in it’s state of disarray. Harry’s phone trilled with a new message, muffled by the comforter. Never a dull time with Wade, he thought, a smile on wet lips as he reached for his phone and tried to come up with excuses for all the blankets spread about.

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Fish and Chips and Flowers, Harry thought to himself with a nervous exhale. He was finally meeting Wade on their first official date and with none of that Master of Death nonsense to muddy it up. No dropping out of nowhere or disappearing on him, he could finally have Wade all to his own for longer than a few minutes. Yet Harry stood outside the little hole in the wall restaurant feeling a mess of worry. The place where he gripped on the bouquet of flowers had stopped crinkling after he’d twisted the green wrapping paper enough to soften the plastic coating. There was no sign of Wade yet, but he’d texted Harry about running late (if that’s what those emojis meant) so he wasn’t panicking over the delay. And Harry knew that Wade was not the most orderly individual. So, he was hopefully, and happily, anxious about the date.

He continued to wait propped up against the brick facing outside the shop growing toasty in a leather jacket that Ginny had helped him pick out. Tight blue jeans and a fitted white shirt and black boots made up the rest of him. Harry had been told by friends that he was the epitome of a bad boy twink in the outfit. They’d had to reassure him that that was a good thing after he’d given them a face. It was mainly pointed out by Luna, which was high praise indeed in his opinion. He was both surprised and not surprised that she even knew what a ‘twink’ was.

Checking his phone for the time again and holding off on a tempus charm out in Muggle London he noted that they’d moved well into the hour late territory, the sky slowly darkening into twilight. Right as he was trying to settle back into a more comfortable lean against the wall he heard his name called.

“Harr-Bear! Honey Buns! I’m here! Sorry for the delaysies, but I had to get myself all gussied up for ya, cutie!” Wade called, waving both arms above his head in an almost full arc over his head. Okay, so maybe it wasn’t exactly Harry’s name, but it worked in this case. Against his instinctual dislike for the nicknames his lips quirked into a smile at the other man’s arrival. Other’s in the street paused to gape at the massive man flouncing down the way.

“Wade.” He said relieved not to be stood up, Harry was too far off to be heard as Wade was at least half a block away. But the large man looked like he knew he’d been spotted.

Which wasn’t a hard thing to do, honestly, because Wade was a tall muscled man, shouting loudly, waving his arms to and fro. Oh, and also completely clothed in layers of black fabric.

Like someone had taken a ninja and Americanized him. Black mask over his mouth, skintight black shirt, black leather jacket, black boots, black sunglasses, black cap. The only thing showing a speck of color was a scarf wrapped about his neck with…tacos?…printed on it in a bright red pattern. Yup, definitely tacos, Harry decided as his date skipped happily towards him. The look worked for Wade. It made him all that bigger, and gave him an air of danger. Harry’s face heated at the thought of a dark and growly Wade. That was silly, the man had only ever been a ray of sunshine embodied. Albeit a flirtatious ray of sunshine. Scars could come from anything and a merchant would have no real battle experience, Harry reminded himself. So this strange hint of deadly energy must be a fluke.

Harry had almost convinced himself until he recalled that he’d met the larger man because he kept dying and coming back to life.

Huh.

That thought was put on hold as his date slid to a halt right in front of him. Harry found himself grinning wide up at Wade and held out the flowers with absolutely no tact whatsoever.

“For me?” Wade squealed, actually squealed and did this odd little move that looked like it belonged in a cartoon where both his hands fluttered by his cheeks and he wriggled happily.

Face bright red and hot enough to heat a kettle Harry nodded and handed the bouquet over to Wade who promptly buried his face in the blooms. He’d gone old school and asked Neville for some red roses. The color suited Wade wonderfully, red and black, soft and layered and perfumed. Glad that he’d chosen them he huffed a quiet laugh when Wade tossed his head back from the flowers spraying freed petals in the air until the drifted into the crevasses of his clothes. Bursts of red in the sea of black. Wade looked beautiful bedecked in roses, he thought and cringed at the sappiness of his own mind.

“No one’s ever bought me flowers before.” Wade said, quiet and happy and almost to himself but Harry heard it clear as day.

“That’s a travesty.”

The scarred man’s lips stretched his face mask into a smile and Harry just bet his eyes crinkled in joy. Wade exclaimed, “It is! A true travesty that.”

“Absolutely,” Harry agreed, “You deserve flowers every day.”

“Lordy but you’re sweeter than Linda’s triple chocolate fudge cake.” Wade said with a American Southern drawl, leaning forward into Harry’s space, the bouquet squishing between their bodies. Crystalline blue eyes peeped out over the dark sunglasses, glinting with mischief. With a wink, Wade was a whirl of movement until Harry’s arm was locked in with his and they’d both entered the Fish & Chip in a smooth maneuver. Harry relaxed into the chaos of the other man, letting him find them seats, listening to him chatter on with the waitstaff. Oddly, Wade chose the exact seating Harry would want. Away from the windows, close to the back exit, backs to the walls, a perfect view of the shop floor. Instead of sitting opposite, Wade tucked Harry into the corner of the booth and scooched in until their bodies pressed together so both could have clear line of sight of everyone in the establishment. The press of Wade’s body was just another of those instances where Harry felt small in comparison he noted with a shiver of interest. It wasn’t often before meeting Wade that he felt that particular combination of protected/safe/small. Idly he had the thought that if Wade had been there when he’d been growing up, things would’ve have been completely different.

“What are you giggling about?” Wade asked, voice warmed like spiced wine.

Instead of saying what was actually on his mind he asked something else, “Are those tacos on your scarf?”

“They are! I see, I’ve landed myself a man of fashion. I tried to find one with chimichangas but sadly the more aesthetically pleasing Mexican food item is apparently tacos. I settled for this beauty, found it on my trip south of the border. Tequila and lime and enough tacos to choke a donkey. Good time, that.” Wade rambled excitedly before whipping back around to the waitress. An older woman with graying sandy hair and sour face who didn’t seem to know what to make of Wade. Harry just watched, entertained, as the other man ordered for them both, granted with a short checking look at Harry for permission. Enjoying himself more than any date he could recall, Harry was chuffed to go along for the ride. First date, he reminded his libido, when the word ‘ride’ drew up other images in his mind.

When they were alone again, or as alone as a pair of people could be in a crowded restaurant, Harry leaned into the larger man. Trying to capture some of the flirtatious energy he’d been told he might have by a few prior one night stands, Harry peered up at Wade with a widening smile. Time to work his magic-er-charm? Blinking long lashes over bright green eyes he tried to make his voice husky and heated. “I’m glad you’re here, Wade.”

The intake of breath from Wade was loud between them and only made Harry smile wider. He still had it.

“I can’t think of a single place I would rather be than here right now. With you.” Oof, the way Wade said that, rumbly and dripping with interest sunk into Harry’s skin.

Wade’s hands made themselves known. One slid around Harry’s shoulders, squeezing him in closer, and the other found it’s way to Harry’s thigh. Fingers brushed his inseam while a thumb grazed far too close to a dangerous territory. Shy and excited all at once Harry wondered if the other would let him slide down the face mask and try to sneak a kiss before their food came. Yes, it was still early in the date but he thought Wade wouldn’t be adverse. Before he could reach up their waitress dropped two baskets filled with steaming fish and chips in front of them. The table side manner left a bit to be desired but the scent of hot fried food went far and beyond granting forgiveness for any inhospitality. On the same wavelength of appreciation Wade took in a deep gulp of steamed air, sucking in the mask over his mouth, before unleashing the loudest filthiest moan Harry could ever recall hearing and he’d seen quite a bit of porn in his years.

“Yer a goddess!” He yelled after the waitress, who’d turned back around with the wide eyes at the lascivious noise. Cheeks pinked she scrunched her face like she was trying not to smile or laugh at the compliment and waved them off. The rest of the people in the restaurant weren’t as willing to look the other way. Harry bit back his own laugh and smile as he glanced over the array of muggles who were seeing Wade live for the first time.

“Wade,” he chided with a slipped out chuckle, “you do know you’re not dating the fish and chips, right?”

“Of course, pretty boy,” Wade reassured, though the words were muffled around a mouthful chips. Fry grease shined on his lips.

Well, that’s one way to get a glimpse of his mouth, Harry thought wryly. Only partially jealous as his date devoted his full attention to their food. The food was a big reason why he’d chosen it for their date. It was delicious, willing to divert his own focus, they both made a show of downing their meal in a spectacular fashion. In other words, both men were a mess of grease and stuffed belly groans with the clinging scent of fried fish, potatoes, and vinegar all over them in record time. Somehow, Harry’s plan of them talking in between delicate bites and getting to know each other better had been thrown out the window. He couldn’t find it in himself to be upset though. Full, with a hot man beside him, and the sound of happy food noises shared Harry was content.

Their waitress however, had come over and given them the stink eye before dropping the check at their table with a clatter of plastic. So, maybe they’d made more of a show than they should’ve. Harry chuckled, fishing out his wallet, then groaned as both actions moved his full stomach fit to bursting uncomfortably. He dropped more than enough to cover their meal and the experience of Wade and Harry’s decimation of the food. Then turned to Wade. Wade who was slowly licking every stray stripe of oil, salt and vinegar from his fingers and lips with decadence.

Bloody hell, Harry thought, dazed, he knew what that man could do with his tongue when he wanted to.

Some of his inner monologue must have leaked out because Wade was suddenly looking at him from the corner of his sunglasses with a telling glint. In a slow, evil move he licked from the base of his middle finger all the way to the tip before sucking it into his mouth with a hum. Harry felt that. A hand slapped down on their table, loud and jolting them both. Wade chuckled as the waitress essentially kicked them out. With a mumbled apology and elbowed back laughs Harry dragged Wade from the shop. The bouquet grabbed last second from their booth. Wade waved the whole shop good bye, rose petals floating delicately on a breeze behind them.

With an hours delay to the start and already finished with what Harry had thought would be the bulk of their date he was clueless as to what they’d do next. But couldn’t find himself upset in the slightest as Wade tangled their fingers together and cackled with glee before pulling Harry down the street behind him.

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Harry was tugged along, listening with an ever growing smile as Wade ranted on. Silly things, stuff about different types of fish and whether or not they could fry up as well as what they just ate. He never quite knew what to expect from conversing with the other man. For some strange reason it made him think of his friends. Outlandish like Luna. Boisterous like Ron. Knowledgeable like Hermione. Sassy like Draco. Jokester like George. Flirtatious and friendly like Ginny. How he could find all the best parts of his best friends in one person was mind-boggling. But somehow he had, and the man was willing to entertain the idea of dating him. Him! Harry. Just…Harry.

He sighed sappily, thankful that Wade’s endless speech covered up the noise of him being a fool. Their fingers were laced together, a perfect fit, in his opinion and Harry kept up easily with the taller man. Who must’ve been slowing his pace for Harry. Another tick in the box of why he liked him. Thoughtful, he thought. Yup, he was gone on the massive scarred man decked out in all black (aside from the tacos imprinted on his scarf).

“I always thought that if I was going to be a fish, I’d like to be a Tuna. One of those huge ones that look like they can swallow a man whole! Like a 13 foot big boi! Bright red inside and vicious and delicious!” Wade said, cheeks stretching his face mask with a smile. Harry wished he wasn’t wearing sunglasses so he could see his eyes crinkle up all beautiful blue.

“I think I’d rather be a Koi.” Harry said, going along with the nonsense. He’d been well trained on Luna, he’d have to thank her later for the practice on conversing on strange topics. She was good friend.

“A Koi!” Wade said far too loudly for the darkened street they walked down. He froze in his step, one foot still up in the air. Harry was idly impressed to watch the other man pivot smoothly on his back foot to face Harry. Dramatically his date used Harry’s hand in his to cover a gasp. “You’d be the cutest Koi ever!”

Harry choked on that compliment, face burning bright red. Why he should be more flustered on being called a cute fish he couldn’t say but the words had struck him as adorable. When he finally caught himself back together he could feel the smirk radiating from the other man. Tsking at himself for getting riled up he raised his brows at Wade to go on.

“Well, even as a person and not a koi you’re still a cutie.” Wade’s voice dropped into flirting territory, only further proven by a lingering kiss on Harry’s knuckles. Granted, through the mask, it still didn’t help to dim the glowing of Harry’s face blushing hotly.

“A Tuna and a Koi, huh?” Harry said, and immediately knew it was the wrong thing to say if he didn’t want to embarrass himself. Wade’s energy had lit up on the idea of their fishes ‘bumping uglies’ as the man had said once.

Another faux gasp, this one of salaciousness, and Wade launched into another discussion that should not be had in public. “We’d have the prettiest and shiniest fish babies!”

Yup, that would teach him to speak before thinking. Please, Merlin, never let his friends catch wind of this conversation, he prayed.

“Just picture it,” Wade used his hands, including the one still clutching Harry’s, to paint the air for effect, “Me - giant Tuna- bright big boi and my sleek and shiny husband-fish - you, the cute Koi- probably gold and red and gleaming in the light surrounded by the biggest school of Tukoina! That’s a word, I’ve made it a word.” (The author would like to say that no, it is not in fact a word, but it is a couple name just like PotterPool so, eh ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )

Harry, not having learned his lesson, remarked on the part he shouldn’t, “We’d be husband-fishes?”

The third gasp in so many minutes, Wade’s head turned to pin Harry with an affronted look. “You’d leave me as your fish baby momma and not take responsibility for all our lil guppies?! You are a bad boy, Pretty Potter! Who knew?”

“Are baby fish called guppies?” Harry was having far too much fun entertaining this absurd discussion.

“Great Question! Did you know according to the internet search our author did that baby fishies are actually called larvae (yuck), then fry (French fries would never) and fingerlings (more potato references my gawd) and finally juveniles (which all those names are, so yeah that fits)!” Wade said with a finger held up in the air and in an almost perfect impression of Hermione.

Harry, deciding to take the bulk of word-vomit for what it was just nodded, pointed over Wade’s shoulder, and tried to distract his date. “What’s that?”

“Huh? A perfectly timed distraction by our author?” Wade said under his breath, making Harry’s brows furrow. Maybe he’d heard wrong. Harry shrugged, but Wade was looking. And it was an interesting sight, nonetheless. They’d paused to have their fish flavored debate right at the lip of an alley. Down which was a whole host of people in fabulous outfits lining up to enter a door painted in a rainbow spectrum.

The most interesting part, though, was the design above the door. Not a sign in that it didn’t have words on it. Instead there was a painting of an epically stylized Unicorn with…was it pooping a rainbow, or was that it’s tail? Either way a streaming rainbow trailed after the animal.

“Oh my, we’re going to have a great time in there.” Wade muttered, having made the decision for the both of them it seemed. Harry was just grateful to be moving away from the earlier topic, it’d been getting out of fin- uh he meant hand, out of hand. Both men lined up with the crowd. Content to people watch they both passed the time in line pointing out things they found that they liked other people sporting.

“Wow, their hair is amazing, I could never get mine to do that.” Harry said, discreetly pointing out a tall woman with long hair pin straight and gleaming gold with understrands of silver. The metallic sheen kept catching his eye.

“If I still had hair, I’d ask them myself,” Wade chuckled, “bet my old hair would’ve gone great with those colors, though. Pity. Ooooh, do you see the feather boa on that fancy fellow? Black and red, they have good taste. Love the length of that bad boy, that’s what he said.”

Harry, temporarily derailed by the thought of what Wade would look like with hair, or what color, length, and type it was, got back on track. Maybe it was a touchy subject? For now they were having fun and that’s what counted most. He looked over the crowd, searching for something to gossip about, when they reached the front of the line. Harry was about to point out the coolest combat boots but turned back to the bouncers.

“Welcome to the Flaming Unicorn, it’s 5 a piece, I’ll need to see IDs, drinks are on the far wall.”

Wrestling his wallet free of his pocket, Harry paid for them both, ignoring the way he blushed to Wade saying ‘awww’ at being covered at the door. It was a completely new world once they entered the club. Making both men stop and stare in awe.

“Oh, yeah, we’re going to have the best time here!” Wade shouted to him over the pounding bass of music. Glowing green eyes met blue behind dark lenses in agreement of an amazing date.

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Harry was still reeling from what lay before him, the experience of finding this place was so much like when he’d first learned of magic. That moment upon seeing a wall open before him and fantastical shops arrayed. Or the time he saw a quidditch stadium filled full for the first time. Or even that night upon the lake where all the new students stared up at a glittering Hogwarts high above in awe. This club was a gem.

It opened out onto a balcony. Archways separating the outer walkway from a small dining area and bar. He could feel the music through his bones, rattling his heart with beats. Wade was an anchor to reality, one that reacted like a golden retriever let loose upon a grove of squirrel habitats. His head whipped from side to side to see everything possible as he’d pull Harry half one way then got distracted and start in another direction. All the while his voice was lost under the music. Harry didn’t mind, he’d enjoyed letting the larger man lead them. He’d done due diligence by feeding them and bringing flowers for his date. The bouquet of which was currently being used as a pointer to show what new excitement held Wade’s attention just then. A few innocent bystanders had been whapped gently with the bouquet. It would be a miracle if any petals remained by the end of the night. He should have spelled it to hold together, he thought wryly. Chuckling he followed, as they found the edge of the balcony which was sloped with small tall tables and stools scattered with the bar on the far wall like they’d been told. The other side held the toilets, Harry noted thankfully, and then there they were at the edge. Staircases spiraled down to a spreading dance floor. The Flaming Unicorn was built out of an old theatre with a stage currently hosting a DJ and a wall of speakers with a psychadelic back lit display. Where there would usually be chairs was instead a see through dance floor completely level. Harry could just catch glimpses of the original seating below as people danced above.

“Amazing.” He whispered. Wade beside was just as transfixed. Both men behaving like small boys, half bent over the railing with wide eyes and big grins. The bouquet at risk of falling on unsuspecting dancers. Wade’s joy was hidden behind his mask and tinted glasses but Harry knew it was there. Could feel it radiating from his date. As soon as he could pull his eyes from the dance floor he found his attention drawn towards the boxes where rich people would usually sit. Each was filled with a different act or dancer. He saw someone doing a robot impression, another twirling upside on a pole, a go-go dancer, a break dancer, someone doing a magic act, another person was painting someone in nothing but a bikini, a pair of lithe men dressed as a devil and angel dance fighting, and the final box held what looked like a rope show. Altogether he decided this place couldn’t be real. Had Muggle London always held places like this? Harry checked the magic act again but no spells that he could see were being used and the wand brandished was a solid cylinder of black tipped in white like a pencil eraser. Not a Wizarding wand from what he could tell. It didn’t stop him from gasping in delight when the magician withdrew a rabbit from a top hat and kissed it cutely on the nose before doing a twist that turned the rabbit into a bouquet of white roses.

“I’ve died and gone to heaven.” Wade’s voice wasn’t shouting, but it startled Harry all the same, as he’d drawn close and said the words directly into Harry’s ear. Moving past his jumpy reaction Harry grinned and turned to speak into Wade’s ear. His lips brushing the shell of scarred skin as he spoke.

“I can’t believe we found something like this. What should we do first?” He’d been thinking, drinks or dancing. But his date had other ideas. As soon as Harry had leant back far enough he saw the large scarred man pulling down the mask covering his mouth and nose using a finger on the hand still holding Harry’s. A brief glimpse of bright white teeth was all the warning he had before lips found his. Groaning into it, Harry kissed back for all he was worth. Leave it to Wade to make this evening even better. A hot tongue begged he relent. His groan shifted into a moan as soon as he opened and that tongue licked across the roof of his mouth. Wade certainly knew how to put his tongue to good use, Harry thought dazed. Using the handhold that his date had been tugging on all night he pulled the larger man closer. His free hand found the small line of scarred skin at Wade’s nape, petting across the texture he hummed into the kiss. When they parted he decided he hated sunglasses with a fervor. The sight of Wade’s eyes denied from him made him grumble. His thoughts must have shown on his face because Wade’s own expression teetered on upset. Quickly smiling and shaking his head he used his grip on Wade’s neck to draw him near. Lips to ear he reassured his date, “I just like seeing your eyes, not a fan of them being hidden from me.”

He could feel the tension leave Wade’s body. A soft smile when he leant back to check in let him know all was okay. Harry wanted more of those kisses, he’d do almost anything to make certain they continued to happen. For a second he worried that he’d done something new wrong because Wade untangled their hands. Only to take off the sunglasses and tuck them away in an inner jacket pocket. As a reward for that Harry stole a quick peck. He said thanks into the corner of Wade’s mouth, enjoying the feeling of a dimple under his lips.

Wade gently grasped his chin and turned his face out to the dance floor, leaning in Harry shivered when Wade spoke into his ear. “I’ll get us drinks, what would you like, sweetheart?” Followed by a kiss just below that made him think about putting something else in his mouth just then.

Shaking off the lustful thoughts he pulled Wade down to him since the other’s hand on his chin still kept his face in place. “Get me whatever you fancy, I trust you, I have to borrow the bathroom but I’ll be right back.”

They both shared another kiss, one that had started sweet and simple but quickly morphed into something hot. Before they could escalate it into a whole other set of actions Harry broke apart with a gasping laugh. Wade released him but both kept peeking back at each other as they went different directions. On his last look back Wade waved and blew a kiss at him before pointing to Harry and telling the person closest to him something, supposedly complimentary or braggart, that made Harry laugh and shake his head at the antics.

Ducking into the men’s room he relaxed at the dimming of noise. Away from Wade, the world lost some of it’s sparkle, he thought with affection. Harry had always thought that without the work of a prophecy he was a rather boring individual. Wade had brought excitement back into his days. And Death had cooled off recently with sending him souls, perhaps as an apology for giving him a ‘repeat customer’, he thought with a quirk of his lips. Or maybe Death was matchmaking it’s two favorite boys. He flashed back to when he’d gone to King’s Cross that one fated night. Death appearing to him as Dumbledore. And Merlin knew that Dumbledore had loved to matchmake. He’d been a meddler of the highest order and he’d always wanted a happy future for Harry. It warmed his heart a small bit to picture a conversation with Dumbledore about Wade of all people.

“Hullo there hot stuff,” came a sultry voice to his left surprising him.

“On your first date with tall, dark, and deadly?” was a sweet voice to his right.

Harry gawked at the urinal as two gorgeous women took to peeing upright on his either side. Blushing, he thought to himself with humor, of course I have to be holding my dick during this chat. Swallowing down his nerves he focused on peeing like a normal person, so his answer came out casual. “Yes, it’s our first official date. Why? Do we have first date energy?”

A phrase he’d picked up from George, that, ‘first date energy’. He suspected that George had learned it from Victoire and Rose. But he was curious how he and Wade looked from an outside perspective.

The dark haired femme fatale to his left grinned feral down at him. Dazed he noted that she was tall. That was for certain. Harry couldn’t help a peek; long lean legs, toned calves, and the highest stiletto heels he’d ever seen. His look was caught and returned with a look of her own down at his arse. If the lift of her brows was any answer he earned approval. “You both have virgin scandal stamped on your foreheads.” She purred.

The lush blonde to his right trilled a laugh, “Ignore her, she likes to rile people up, it’s the bouquet of flowers and how tooth-rottingly sweet you both were at the balcony rail. That’s first date cuteness. Easy to spot from a league off.”

Harry nodded, and quickly cleaned up and tucked himself away. He kept his body language towards the two women as he went to wash up.

“Oooh, we like a cleanly gent, you’re a right steal, handsome.” The tall drink of water said. Harry laughed self-conscious but entertained nonetheless by his new acquaintances.

“We were both just curious about the adorable couple we spotted. Especially when both are such pretty peoples.” The blonde smiled sweetly at him with a coy wink.

Harry lingered as both beauties joined him at the sinks. Others drifted in and out of the bathroom during their conversation. He was trying to figure out a way to say thank you and get back to Wade when the blonde spoke again.

“We do love our virgins here, even if it’s just ‘first date virginity’, comes with the territory of being the Flaming Unicorn. Plus it’s good luck for us to tease a newcomer before we go on stage.” She said, checking over her nails as she patted them dry.

“You both work here?” He asked, then nerves caught him as they both turned to him, “At The…Flaming Unicorn?” What a name.

“We do, dancers in the boxes, we like to pick the ones opposite each other so we can compete for attention.” The brunette said, checking her lips from the corner of her eye though she was still turned towards him bodily.

“Is it fun?” His mouth ran from him. Blast it for speaking for him.

Both women perked up at that, the unspoken interest in dancing hidden poorly. Godric save him, Harry couldn’t dance to save his life but the image of Wade in his all black outfit working a pole in the boxes made his mouth go dry with want. The ladies had matching expressions of a cat about to pounce and he realized his error.

“Er…is it?” His stuttered question was lost to thump of music as each woman took him by the elbow and dragged him from the bathroom out onto the balcony again. Both talked over his head, plotting, he was sure. Enough time spent with Hermione and Ginny told him that he was in store for some kindly peer pressure. No way would Wade bail him out of ‘this’. The man would almost certainly go along with Harry’s two new friends. Frog-marched back towards Wade at the bar he just knew this date was taking yet another turn.

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Harry’s two new friends went by Connie and Carla; after their favorite movie growing up. Wade apparently knew what the movie was and Harry was quickly left fourth-wheeling on his date as all three tall people went on a long happy rant about the movie that he’d never seen. Wade was still a thoughtful date and gave Harry a drink during the conversation he watched like a tennis match. The taller man pulled him in under his arm, giving Harry a cuddle that instantly eased his nerves about where this entire interaction was going. Because he knew better than to think that Connie (the gorgeous and intimidating brunette) and Carla (the sun-shiney blonde) would give up on the thread of interest he’d shown towards dancing in the boxes.

The stay of his execution (i.e. his clubbing dance debut) was just fine with him. He got to have Wade’s arm wrapped about him while watching his date shine with enthusiasm. It did help that the drink he’d been handed was delectable. It must’ve had some grenadine in it, bright cherry red and sweet with syrup to combat the tart ginger spice of the base. He was making fast work of it too. The urge to keep himself occupied and the flavour on his tongue sped up his sips. Harry slowed down as his head grew fuzzier. The fried food from earlier soaked up things but it was a rule of thumb that the more delicious an alcoholic beverage the more alcohol it hid. Already he could feel his face growing hot, whether that was from the drink going to his head or from being nestled up to Wade; the Human Heater™, he couldn’t say. His attention was drawn back to the group and away from where he’d been staring up at his date by a pair of giggles at his expense good-naturedly.

Connie and Carla were elbowing each other like long friends and whispering while looking between Harry and Wade with expressions that promised plotting. Here it comes, he thought.

The next thing he knew his drink was set aside. Wade and he were ushered through the back halls of the club to be pushed into a box. Harry turned back to ask what they should do but the two beautiful women just pecked him on each cheek and told him ‘just dance, love’. With the door shut on him he shoved down his groan of despair. It’d been nice while Wade still liked him, he thought despairingly. It was a fact of his life that he couldn’t dance to save it. Many people over the years had been kind enough to tell him that to his face. The best he’d been told was to hide his bad moves, two left feet, and lack of coordination in a crowd. That had been his go-to plan for the club. He’d wanted more than anything to see Wade in action. The large scarred man had a way of moving that looked like art in motion. It snuck out when he was quiet and Harry had been intrigued.

Distantly he could feel the music throbbing through the floors, the steady beat pulling his heart along and quelling his worries. Wade had moved further into the box, taking up the space with his presence. Harry wandered after him, interested by the design against his will. The base of the original box was still there, a heavy curtain closed over the doorway catching the sound. Tarnished gold embellishments flickered with the club lights in the dark of the ceiling and the wood floor gleamed under each step he took forward. Where there would usually be chairs were instead a stage with steps leading up. It was larger than it looked from the balcony, thankfully. The odd thing was that the stage was practically even with the edge of the box’s railing. Maybe half a foot of edge still remained and Harry worried about Wade falling until he got closer.

“It’s a net.” Wade’s words brushed Harry’s ear along with the taller man’s lips. Harry watched as gloved fingers slid through the netting and gave it a test for stability. It moved enough that Harry decided to try himself but his hand was barely able to get the net to move. Just how strong was Wade? He untangled his fingers from the netting. Dark thin metal cording, it would keep them from falling the three stories onto the dancers below. Reassuring, Harry didn’t have a fear of heights, too many years of Quidditch for that.

Harry was impressed, the club had put some thought into this. He was still staring down on the crowd, thoughts ebbing and flowing when Wade’s hands settled on his hips. Tipping his head back against the chest behind him Harry gestured for Wade to lean down and give his ear.

“I didn’t want to disappoint, but I’m an abysmal dancer, Wade.” He warned, bracing for a negative reaction like all the others in his past who’d thought the Chosen One should excel at everything.

But Wade’s chuckle was kind and warm, the sound of his laugh overriding the music for a moment as it traveled from Wade’s chest to his. “That’s my favorite kind of dancer, pretty boy. I’ve always wanted to Rom-Com dance one day. You’re helping me cross this off my bucket list. Knew there was a reason for watching ‘Dirty Dancing’ on repeat. Come ‘Dance with Me’. I’m gonna ‘Step Up’ and ‘Take the Lead’, ‘Honey’. ‘Shall we Dance’?”

Having no clue what that meant but willing to try anything that wouldn’t result in him blowing this date he let Wade lead him to the center of the box’s stage. The hands framing his hips were wide and warm took up more of his focus than expected. This was nothing like any dancing he’d done before and they weren’t even really dancing yet. Wade had pulled his back against his chest, swaying them back and forth to the beat of the music. Harry found his legs molding to the others, his feet were settled atop Wade’s like a kids would when he wasn’t paying attention. It was silly, but it warmed up his heart with a flicker of childish joy. Wade tucked his chin over Harry’s shoulder before wrapping an arm around his chest. His free hand guided Harry’s up and back to Wade’s neck. It stretched him along the entire length of the other man. Somehow the positioning was comforting even though it put him on display. Wade was in charge of the dancing, moving them both in tempo.

Kinky, he thought, knowing he probably looked dazed if anyone could see his face up close. But everyone was far enough away that he didn’t worry about the arousal on his features. It was just Wade and him and the music slipping between the cracks. Melding them together into a single entity. Harry loved it. If this is what the other man considered dancing then maybe just maybe he’d be willing to practice.

“Look across the way,” Wade’s words were closer than the music. Harry hadn’t even realized he’d let his head fall back on the taller man’s shoulder, let his eyes slip closed with the rocking of their bodies. He obeyed out of instinct. Lifting his eyes to the sight of Connie and Carla on the other side of the club. Mirroring them. Gasping, he couldn’t look away. Carla had her arms stretched, hands hidden behind Connie’s hair. Bright and dark slotting into one another. The femme fatale had a hand on Connie’s hip and another tracing the line of her arm with those nails he’d admired. Their heads were close together, Harry could just see their lips shaping words. The thing that caught his attention was the long lean stretch of their legs spread as they rocked together. Beautiful, he thought. Wondering if he and Wade looked anything like that. His thoughts were halted by Wade gasping, his hips rocking forward as the song changed. “Ooooh, yes, beebs for the win!”

The tempo picked up on those confusing words as a song about peaches and Georgia came on, soft female voices broke in asking ‘what’s love’ while the DJ worked his magic over the mix. Wade sang along, mostly for Harry’s benefit, crooning in his ear. The hand at his hip tightened and loosed in time to the song sending waves of heat through him from the point of contact. The rest of them continued to grind and sway. His body was both his and not, held up and orchestrated by his date. Across the club he could see the actions they took repeated. The dip of the beautiful blond, the swing of their hips in tandem, hands stretched high and taut, fingers intertwined. Leather gloves caught his own hands, pulling his arms up above their heads until he rose on his toes. The show of strength was intoxicating. Harry couldn’t hold himself back from the low moan leaving his chest. The entire move timed with ‘the way you lift me up’ as Wade sang it along, voice blending perfectly in with the singers.

What followed next was quite possibly the hottest thing he’d ever done fully dressed. Wade kept his fingers trapped between his but splayed them to run from the top of Harry’s head slowly down. Fingertips tracing the sensitive skin of his brow, his cheeks, his neck, over his shoulders, thumbs flicking across hardened nipples. That caused Harry to make an undignified noise lost under the pounding bass. Wade forced their hands to cross over his abdomen, he settled Harry’s fingers on his own waist. He squeezed Harry into a tight hold, almost hug, before releasing Harry’s hands with a whispered command of ‘hold’ in his ear. Wade rocked them, his gloved fingers sliding back along the line of Harry’s arms up to the shoulders then just his thumbs traced down from Harry’s shoulder blades. Starting to fall forward with the lack of someone holding him upright his breath caught in his throat but Wade caught him. Hands tight on his hips. And lifted him. Easily. Smoothly. Lifted all of Harry above his head in a small throw that turned Harry in a spin. Done so quickly that Harry had no chance to consider panic before the massively muscled caught him. Harry’s legs parted without thought. The next second he found himself anchored only by his ankles crossed behind Wade’s arse. As though he wasn’t already dizzied, Wade tipped Harry backwards, the entire club suddenly upside down. If the blood hadn’t already rushed to his prick it’d be rushing to his head with the dance move. He was swung like a pendulum for a long few beats of the song before Wade took pity and pulled him back up.

Harry gasped, turned on and amazed as Wade’s hips rolled along to the newest song. ‘Deeep’ sang his Date in his ear, ‘rolling, rolling, rolling.’ Taking on the female and male parts matching the pitch perfectly. It was all he could do to clutch to the taller man’s shoulders as he continued to move them both. Wade’s hands had slid under his jacket, lifting his shirt, leather slick on sweat soaked skin. Fingers dipped beneath the band of his tight jeans. Harry jerked, hard, the friction had him moving on his own for once. A kiss on his neck made him relax. Then a voice, “Good boy, release.”

Somehow he knew Wade meant his legs, he unlatched, mindless and fuzzy headed with pleasure he let Wade hitch him high on the bigger man’s hip. His feet still didn’t touch the ground until he was slowly lowered down Wade’s leg. His prick dragged down the denim. Harry looked up at Wade, knelt at his foot his hands caught up in Wade’s gloved ones watching with his heart in his throat as his date presses a kiss to each set of knuckles. He has a brief breakdown, his cock wedged up against a combat boot, staring up like he’s one of the women on Ginny’s book covers. Worshiping some highland clansman or barbarian warrior as his bosoms heave. If anyone had asked Harry if he’d thought this was a remote possibility he would’ve laughed until he cried but there he is. And it’s working. He’s romanced as fuck by Wade. Harry gapes up at the big man as he’s slowly levered back up. That same wonderfully torturous drag of his prick over the entirety of the other man’s leg. His own thighs are stretched wide by how massive Wade’s is and he can’t help but be weak kneed when he’s stood up on his toes finally.

He loses track of time after that. Confident in his trust of Wade to make them dance together he lets his brain go and just feels. The songs blend together, the DJ masterful in keeping everyone on the edge of endorphins. It doesn’t help that Harry himself is kept on the edge in another way altogether. Wade knows, he can see it in the gleam of his teeth on wide grins as they grind together. Harry doesn’t have it in him to be embarrassed of just how affected he is. It does make it easier though that on each time their hips touch he can feel an answering erection meeting his.

It may be their first date but he’d let this man do anything to his body by this point.

Wade’s laughter is loud and travels through where there chests meet. Harry lifts his chin for a kiss when light from the hallway surprises him. The kiss that should have been on his lips slides down his neck and Harry’s vision blurs for a breath before refocusing on Connie and Carla grinning like cheshires in the doorway.

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Dizzy, horny, and teetering past tipsy Harry was having the best date of his life. Feet stuttering on the steps back up to the balcony from the box he was caught up and pressed close to Wade’s side. He tried to stifle his giggle, he was a grown man, grown men should not giggle. Never mind that Ron giggled at things Hermione said all the time when Harry went by to visit and that he’d once caught Dean and Neville giggling about Draco once at the pub. Harry, himself, had hoped to be a bit more put together for this showing. Hopefully Wade was having a good time.

“The best time, Harr Bear.” Wade said into a kiss on Harry’s temple.

“Shite, said that all aloud?” Harry asked, keeping his voice down, because if the two beauties that had taken them on this trip caught on that he was being a soppy fool he’d expire of embarrassment.

“Unh huh but it’s okay, cutie, I’m used to mixing up inner and outer voices all the time. Thought for sure when the author brought up boxes you’d be meeting yellow and white but it looks like they’re lazier than I expected. Definitely can’t judge you for filling in the gaps where they won’t.” Wade grinned down at Harry. Unable to do anything but answer the smile with his own he just happily shook his head at the nonsensical words. Before they could both be sidetracked with snogging in the back hall of the Flaming Unicorn Connie and Carla had them seated at one of the tall tables out on the main balcony. The two women had somehow found the perfect placement because the music wasn’t nearly as overwhelming from the spot they sat down in. Shielded just enough from the loud music by a certain arch placement for them to speak.

“What did you think of it, love?” Carla asked, smoothing down her blonde hair as she idly waved for one of the wait staff to fetch them drinks.

“Enjoyed yourself it looked like.” Connie added with a leer at Harry. If he hadn’t already been overheating he would have blushed at that look.

“We had a fab time following along, Carla and I, you’re both talented dancers.” The blonde piped up making Harry sputter the water he’d just sipped. ‘Talented Dancer’ was not something he’d ever had attributed to him.

Wade patted him on the back, face torn between humor at the reaction and worry for his wellbeing. Harry waved him off but snuck his hand down to tangle fingers with Wade giving a squeeze of affection. When he could speak again, Harry winced and spoke, “It’s really all Wade, I’m a terrible dancer. That was absolutely his brilliant leading.”

“Takes two to tango, Harry.” Wade murmured nudging him with his shoulder.

Already shaking his head, he spoke over the disbelieving looks from the ladies sitting across from him. “No, sincerely, it is a well known and extremely well documented fact that I am the worst dancer among all I know.”

“It didn’t look that way to us.” Connie’s voice was a purr of innuendo.

“We were at a distance but you both looked sublime. I bet the Flaming Unicorn would love to have you both back for an encore sometime. In fact-“ Carla halted, bouncing down from her stool onto those impossible high heels to prance off mid-sentence. Harry blinked, impressed by the energy she still had after how long they’d all been dancing for.

“If it is true,” Connie stopped Harry before he could speak up, “If it is, then perhaps, just maybe, you needed someone you could relax with to actually dance well. That’s what happened with me, I was told I couldn’t tell a beat if it bit me, but then I met that radiant creature who was just here and,” Connie gestured at herself in a showy manner, grin widening to show a hint of sharp canines.

“’Relax’?” He asked blankly.

“And trust. Someone who can show you why dancing is an art form.” She added with a wag of her brows.

Harry hummed and peeked at the person in question. The crinkle of crystalline blue eyes in the flash of club lights struck a chord in his heart. He didn’t even know he’d been leaning into the other man yet again until the slap of a hand on the table startled him into rocking back on his stool. Wade’s hand caught him and tugged him back upright. Smiling his thanks at his date, Harry turned to take in a triumphant Carla, beaming with glee. When she lifted her hand a set of what looked like tickets remained stuck to the table.

“Vouchers! To come back and dance and drink on the house. We’re currently not hiring more dancers at the moment, but Mink said that if that changes they’d love to have you both try out. They’ve already heard some people talking about how much fun it was to watch you two dance.” Her enthusiasm rushed her words, but the glow of it more than made up for Harry’s whirling thoughts.

He was still surprised that someone might actually want him to return and dance of all things when Wade spoke.

“I’m never one to turn down coupons, tickets, or vouchers of any kind. Speaking my language, Lady Carla. In another life I’d be Kristen Bell living the Queenpin dream!” He trilled the words and swiped up the papers, tucking them away in a second. And like that the three were off on another tangent about shopping and discounts and sales that went right over Harry’s head. Shopping was a chore for Harry these days, he couldn’t relate at all, and it’d been years since he’d ever had to worry about the price of what he bought.

The change in conversation away from dancing did thankfully work to cool down his libido. His trousers were far too tight for him to hide if he’d had to get up again anytime soon. It’d been through the miracle of low lighting and body angling that he’d been able to keep his erections from standing proudly on the walk from the boxes. The water worked it’s magic too, he’d grown thirstier than he’d thought. A glimpse at his watch let him know that they’d been dancing for hours. Yet, he couldn’t convince himself to wrap up the date just yet. Not only because it was a blast to watch Wade and Connie and Carla interact like they’d discovered their platonic soul mates. But also because he loved the feel of Wade’s thigh lined up next to his and the squeeze of leather clad gloved fingers holding his hand.

He didn’t want things to end so soon.

Harry decided then, he was going to keep Wade, if Wade would let him. He’d woo and court and date and do everything he could to keep the strange scarred beautiful man holding his hand as long as he could.

In the meantime he’d enjoy watching the massive man gush about breaking in pleaser heels with two women who had stars in their eyes just as much as he did. Relax and trust, he mused, maybe Connie was onto something.

They were all three drinks in and edging into the early hours of the morning when Wade decided they’d best head out. Numbers had been exchanged (Harry was so envious of the ease both women had to acquire the digits in comparison to the stress inducing days he’d spent agonizing over getting Wade’s) and hugs were given (with Harry getting a group hug out of it all with a chorus of coos over how adorable he was - he was not adorable thank you very much - they disagreed) and finally it was just Wade and he back out on the cold streets of Muggle London.

The chill air felt amazing on his overheated skin. He’d not realized just how toasty the club had made him, wearing a leather jacket for most of the night hadn’t helped but he’d been nervous to take it off after the dancing. Harry knew he’d been sweating and having chosen a white t-shirt had backfired on him spectacularly. Unless he’d wanted to enact Wade’s words about wet t-shirt contests in a public setting he was stuck in the leather jacket. And he’d chosen the tougher path. He’d done so much at the club already that made his face set aflame near permanently. One more thing would be one too many.

Not that it mattered, he reminded himself, half-listening as Wade chattered on about dancing movies and his foray into stripping that one time. This was a Wade Date™ and he wouldn’t have it going any other way. Harry let the soft smile sneak onto his face as they both walked aimlessly towards wherever Wade wanted. He assumed they were going towards Wade’s place, not that he expected anything. He wanted to expect something. But first date, he reminded himself. If the night ended right that second it would still have been the best date ever. At least until their next one, he thought.

“What’s that look about, pretty boy?” Wade’s change of tone from the constant chatter was what pulled him from his thoughts. “I think I lost you back on the plot of Magic Mike’s Last Dance. Everything kosher, kitten?”

Harry’s scrunched up expression at the newest nickname made Wade laugh loud and long. But the streets were deserted at that hour and they were passing a park so Harry didn’t worry about others and just shook his head at the antics.

“When can I see you next?” He asked, fate working on his side that it came out confident.

“Oooooh, you’re impatient for more of me, you still haven’t gotten rid of me just yet.” Wade cooed at him, making him chuckle. Wade ‘booped’ him on the nose, saying the word and all as he used their tangled hands to tap at Harry with an index finger. “I’m freelancing so I’m pretty flexible.”

That was 100% a come-on. One that Wade proved by dropping into a split right there on the side of the street before rising back up smoothly. Or it would have been smooth if his joints hadn’t made popping noises. Unable to decide if he should be laughing or stressing over those sounds Harry just grinned as Wade muttered about age getting to him and forgetting his collagen chews.

“I have the night clear on Monday.” He said, bringing the massive man’s interest back to him.

“That’s only a day away.” Wade said quietly, peeking at Harry from the corner of his eye.

“And I’d ask for your time tomorrow if I hadn’t already promised to visit my best friends.”

That seemed to stump the taller man. He stopped there on the street, tugging on Harry’s hand to turn them to face each other. For a long moment both of them just looked, searching for something in the other. It felt like what he’d once thought Occlumency would’ve. That deep stare into the other’s eyes. The desire to know another’s mind closely. But no mental magic was worked. All the same Wade must’ve found what he wished to see because his shoulders softened visibly. Offering a small smile, Harry tilted his head and raised a brow in silent question.

“You actually do want to spend time with me for me.” Wade said.

The sentence stole the air from his lungs. It sounded so much like his own thoughts. For years he’d struggled to trust that someone would see him for him. Just Harry. Not a hero, not some prophecy fulfilled, or some all powerful wizard. It’d taken forever for him to believe in others knowing who he was. And he still met people everyday who only saw him for his labels. Head Auror, War Hero, Chosen One. Harry Potter.

To hear that from Wade, someone who was a whirlwind of personality, who shone with his sense of self.

It shook him.

“I do.” Harry said, simple, sincere.

He watched as his own words shook the man who’d turned his life upside down by dropping into it unannounced. Harry saw the widening of his eyes, the slack of his jaw, the rise of his chest on a caught breath. Then he watched a smile bloom on scarred cheeks and knew he was gone good on Wade.

After smiling at each other like a pair of daft saps they both shook off the aura of their words and turned in tandem to continue walking. They made it quite a distance in happy silence, hands pressed together, the rustle of roses and the quiet tap of shoes on concrete keeping them company. Harry was thinking up things to talk about when Wade pulled them to another stop outside a townhouse that looked in deep disrepair. It strangely made him think of seeing Grimmauld for the first time, long before he’d fixed it up and brightened his home. Confused, Harry turned to ask why they’d stopped there but was startled to see a scowl marring the other’s face as Wade stared at the townhouse. It cleared quickly as soon as Wade caught him looking sliding into an apologetic smile that morphed into a genuine grin down at Harry. Before he could inquire about the expression Wade spoke and derailed his thoughts.

“Monday night. I’d love to spend more time with you, Harry. Just text me when and where and I’ll be there with bells on.” Wade said lightly and ended his sentence with a kiss. Not a peck, nothing dainty. The taller man pulled Harry into a kiss that had heat licking up his spine. Moaning into the other’s mouth, Harry melted into Wade. The bouquet of roses (heavily weathered by the actions of the night and missing a lot of petals) filled the air with floral scents strong enough to override the taste of cherry syrup and ginger on his tongue from Wade’s lips. Practically swooning when they parted for air, Harry met bright blue eyes glinting with mischief. “Thank you for a lovely night out, handsome. You’ve been a debonair date, my dear. But I have to get my beauty sleep. Will you make it home safe?”

Blinking at the sudden dismissal, Harry nodded, biting back the small swell of disappointment at not getting more kisses. At not spending more time together. He’d planned on going slow on this date and had already long broken that rule. It was good, he reminded himself, that he take his time wooing Wade. If he’d wanted something just physical it’d be a different tack but this worked well.

Licking his lips, Harry smiled and said, “I will, good night, Wade. I’ll text you, alright?”

“Bloody brilliant.” The other man agreed with a kiss to Harry’s nose.

Harry watched Wade walk up the steps to his townhouse, a tug at his heart when his date buried his face in the bouquet of flowers and took a deep breath before waving him off with a cute wag of his fingers. With a small wave of his own that had him cringing at himself internally Harry turned and apparated home.

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Harry flopped back in his bed, arm tossed over his eyes and sighed. It’d been perfect. Far and beyond his expectations. Right? Harry knew that in his heart but that last parting was…different than he’d expected. And not because he’d expected sex. He actually fancied Wade, and was more than happy to slow things down. To give Wade all the time he needed. Though from how the man danced he’d guessed time wasn’t required per se. Something though, was off? Something about the way Wade had stilled, scowling at his townhouse before the expression had cleared. That had caught Harry’s eye. He’d been around a lot of situations as an Auror and even before during the war. It wasn’t bragging to say he had an almost sixth sense for these things.

But it was just that one moment. Harry didn’t think it was him, or the date even, that had upset Wade in that moment. So why couldn’t he let it go. Wade was capable from all he knew of the man. He could just hear Hermione in the back of his head telling him to respect Wade’s boundaries and trust in his abilities. Harry would never tell her that she was the angel on his shoulder. Ron; by default the devil in his ear. In the latest instance of mischief his best friend had reminded him to brush up on his sex spells prior to the date. Harry huffed a laugh, looking forward to seeing his closest friends and getting their thoughts on Wade without the worry of time constraints. Soon, he could wait to spill his heart. And man, did his heart have a lot to say.

Dropping his hands up above his head he tried to relax and settle for sleep, what few hours were left that was. Dawn was already breaking across the sky but he only had his visit to the Weasley-Granger household on the docket for the remainder of the weekend. That and figuring out what to do on the next date. Monday. Could he reasonably top their first date? Harry kicked off the covers, overheated still from the nights activities and restless with over-thinking.

Lucky him, his brain was about to take a break because Wade made his entrance in much the same way as usual. By landing in an ungraceful belly flop atop Harry. Wade was marginally off the mark, thankfully for them both. Because Wade’s knee’s landed on either side of Harry’s hips, immediately tightening and pinning Harry to the much larger man. Wade clutched Harry to his chest on instinct as they bounced violently off the bed and rolled to land loudly on the floor. Both men dazed and pressed together in a tangle of limbs and pained groans.

“Wha-“ Harry began, his voice muffled in Wade’s chest. His lovely muscled chest. Massive pectorals squished Harry as he tried to struggle free for air. Only Wade constricted all the tighter. Harry’s wrists were caught in a bruising grip, legs locked by thick thighs and his body held down by a heavy arm. Thankfully Harry had the top position or else he’d be struggling even harder but he knew, suspected, that this was Wade. Since he trusted Wade his mind had already turned off the automatic response of fight or flight and instead was operating on pure undiluted confusion. Because the bigger scarred man wasn’t letting him go.

Until, he suddenly was. Wade released him so fast, hands, arms, legs, all unclasping at once so that Harry’s struggle had no resistance and he popped up. On hands and knees, panting for air, Harry looked down at his date with wide eyes.

“Kitten!” Wade exclaimed joyfully surprised, grinning with apology on his face.

“No!” Was Harry’s immediate reaction. “I mean, well, no, but Wade? What the fuck? Kitten?”

“Still not a fan of that pet name?” Wade asked, cheekily.

Harry huffed. He was not a ‘kitten’. He was Harry. Just Harry…and maybe occasionally he’d be okay with being called ‘pretty boy’ but no one would ever learn that from him. That secret was locked away.

“Wade.” He chided. Then took a long look. Wade was sans a few items from his earlier outfit. The jacket, scarf, cap, glasses, and mask were all gone. But what remained looked the worse for wear. Holes and slices had devastated Wade’s long sleeved shirt and trousers. The leather gloves were intact, the only part of him that didn’t have some type of damage. “What happened?”

“Well, uh, so, I know we had a great date and all and I’d love to have invited you in for a nightcap but I had visitors and they weren’t of the friendly variety. So, we’d had to part ways earlier than I’d hoped but hey! I get to see you now! Surprise! Wade Wilson instant delivery, better than PostMates any day. Should call it PostDates, hah! A hot snack on your doorstep - er - bedroom floor in this case but still.”

“Visitors?” Harry repeated, then gasped, “You died! Someone killed you! Is it safe for you to go back?”

He was busy patting down Wade, despite knowing from past experience that the man wouldn’t carry any wounds into the realm of Death Magic. Wade was a unique outlier from all he had seen but that didn’t quell the concern for his date.

“Oooh, we’re getting handsy, okay!” Wade wriggled, not at all helping Harry check him over for injury, instead star-fishing as best he could in an open invitation for touch. “I’ll be fine going back. I usually am. Worse case scenario I get another quick visit with you, cutie. But I think I got them all, so unless some pop into existence before my body recovers it should be all copascetic.”

Harry gave a grumble of worry, not a whine, he was too old to make whining noises he was sure. But the sound made Wade coo at him fondly before stopping his roaming hands by catching his face in those gloved hands. Freezing his futile search, Harry let his worry shine through his eyes as he met bright blue eyes. “You’re really okay? Dying…it isn’t-“ He struggled to find the right words, sighing.

Wade shushed him gently, feathering his thumbs over Harry’s cheeks in a calming manner.

“It’s not my first rodeo, cowboy. Speaking of which…” Wade said, distracting Harry by pointing out that Harry himself wasn’t dressed as he’d been earlier and was currently in the cowboy position atop Wade. Perfectly placed to feel that Wade was absolutely fine and getting finer by the second. The large erection that he’d had on his thoughts far too often of late rubbed up the seam of his pants. Thin cotton covering his own interest barely was all that kept him from being in the buff.

“Wade.” Harry said, for lack of something better to say. The distraction was working beautifully. His scarred crush’s name coming out husky. In for a knut, in for a galleon. He told himself before dipping forward until their foreheads touched. Soft at first then pressing with his weight until Wade chuckled and squished his face affectionately.

In a move that reminded him of how easily Wade had manhandled him in their dancing earlier Harry was lifted off the ground by a lascivious lift of Wade’s hips. Grinding them together as the moaned in sync. Harry decided his questions could wait for a later date, literally, and slotted their mouths together. If this was anything like the other Master of Death visits he had a time limit on how long he could enjoy the way Wade licked into his mouth.

“Fuck.” Wade bit out. Hands re-framing themselves on Harry’s nape so his thumbs could slot beneath his jaw and tilt the smaller man’s head just right. Harry felt like he was being devoured. His hips ground down, blissful friction breaking down his brain. With a needy sigh he rucked up Wade’s shirt. Fingers sliding over muscles and muscles and muscles. The texture of scars - silky smooth and roughly ridged scratching over his palm in a play of sensations. Wade lifted them again, arching off the floor, bucking Harry in his cowboy position before neighing like a horse in Harry’s mouth.

And like that Harry was too busy laughing to be horny. He pushed up, sat on Wade and dissolved into laughter. Hiding his face in his hands he tried to speak. It took a few tries before he could fully say, “Wade. No.”

“Wade. Yes.” His crush said with a winning grin when Harry peeked between his fingers.

The mood had shifted from heated to warm, and Harry let it go. He liked the sweetness budding between the two of them. Idly, his fingers played with the holes in Wade’s shirt.

“I want to take you swinging sometime.” Wade said. Abrupt. A bolt from the blue.

Harry’s brain broke. He swore he could hear the crunch of machinery, the screech of ground down gears, the hiss of air before a fire caught on his thoughts. What? He gaped down at Wade, not sure he heard or understood. Perhaps, he misheard? He’d liked to have misheard right about now.

“You’ll love it,” Wade continued with puppy-like energy, unaware of Harry’s current devolving mental status. “We’ll go to New York and I’ll introduce you to my bestie. He’s taken me swinging a ton! It’s like nothing you’ve ever done before, I promise. Works up a bit of a sweat, but man, the way your whole body shakes after.” Wade said with an italian kissing gesture.

He blinked. Swinging?

“Swinging-“ Wade said, answering Harry’s unsaid question, “is honestly the best sensation! Nothing compares to it. I hope you’re okay with holding another man?” He didn’t wait for Harry’s answer. “He’ll take great care of you. Wouldn’t let you go at all, I swear. Man’s built with pure muscle though he doesn’t look it. Svelte little spider-dude. Bestie will scoop you up however you like. Bridal, backpack, baby. He’s got you. I personally prefer something more Tarzan or George of the Jungle-esque, Brendan Fraser era only of course. But you do you, boo. It’ll have to be in the future of course, like long down the dating line because we’ll have to set things up for oceanic travel. Which, I know sounds like Around the World in 80 days kind of stuff but I’m thinking more like private jet. I’m sure I can convince someone I’m related to Tony Stark to commandeer one of his and we can pop on over and have us a swing sesh.”

“Swinging?” Harry asked, mind whirring with new worries. Like the worry that Wade was asking him to swing, as in ‘swinger’ swinging. But that couldn’t be right, right?

“Uh huh, pretty boy, I feel like I’ve broken you, but don’t worry, Harr Bear! I’ll give you a good rub down after, the muscle strain is for realsies. Just got to get you all loose and limp limbed and you’ll be fine. You’ll figure out where your legs should go and it’ll be off to the races for you after that. I can’t wait! You’re first swing!” Wade finished with a giddy girlish squeal but Harry’s brain wasn’t functioning enough to register the noise

Already, he thought with some fatalistic acceptance, already his crush was planning on loaning Harry’s body out to others and they hadn’t even really had sex themselves yet. What was his life? Swinging.

“Wade- I’m not sure-“ He tried, scared to see the enthusiasm dimmed in his date so soon into dating but needing to say something. The man was offering to take him back to his home, to meet his best friend, to have multiple dates in between. Those were all things Harry wanted. He just…didn’t want to share. Share Wade. Share himself, really, with anyone but Wade. Well, that answered the question on whether he was built monogamous, he thought wryly.

“No worries, pretty boy, I’ll take great care of you!” Wade reassured, propping himself up on his elbows to peck Harry’s lips before vanishing. Harry’s arse landed on the cold wooden floor.

It was good that he was set to see Hermione and Ron later. He needed advice. Badly.

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Harry slumped in the armchair he’d deemed his at the Weasley-Granger home. Things had finally calmed down, Rose and Hugo were off gallivanting in the backyard. Harry loved them but the past hour of play with them but he’d been distracted with thoughts on the topic he needed to share with his two best friends. He still didn’t know what exactly he would say but he knew he had to speak. Without the kids and with some fortifying tea he was finally getting his bearings. Hermione smiled at his exhausted state with a little bit of sisterly judgment. Harry swore he could hear her thinking ‘tired after only an hour, just wait until you have children’. He took it with a grain of salt and a long sip of black tea. Ron kept peeking out the window nervously from where he sat on the love seat beside Hermione. His fatherly urge to keep an eye on his children’s safety at all times was endearing.

Smiling at his friends he took a deep breath and began.

“How do you tell someone you’re dating that you’re not into swinging?”

Ron’s spit take was humorous to watch. Hermione did not seem to enjoy the spray of tea about her living room as much as Harry did. She glared between the two of them before pinning Harry with a long look. His smile dried up, growing twitchy under watchful brown eyes he tried to behave.

“Is it Wade?” She asked carefully.

“Bill or Ginny?” He returned, curious to know who had gossiped about him to her. But Ron took it the wrong way.

Another spray of tea heralded his gulping words, “You’re swinging with my brother AND sister?!”

Twin expressions of horror were pointed directly at Ron until he understood with a quiet ‘oh’. He looked back out the window after the kids, more than likely to get out of meeting either Harry or Hermione’s eyes.

“Luna, actually.” Hermione said, with a lingering stare at her husband. Turning back to Harry she said idly, “She says he has a fascinating aura and that he reminds her of maple syrup.”

Harry gave that a thought. Sticky, sweet, a flavor that took over your entire mouth. That sounded like Wade. He nodded in absent agreement. Luna was a fantastic judge of character.

“Did he actually ask you to go swinging with him or did you misunderstand? If you’re dating already it still has to be recent. Or else I would have assumed you’d tell us long before now.”

And that was a needling thing to say. Hermione had upped her passive aggressive skills after the war. But she had a point. His two best friends and they knew after a whole line of other people. The excuse that they’d been busy only covered so much. Sighing guiltily he conceded. “I meant to tell you but I got wrapped up in…Wade.”

“Now you want advice?” She poked again.

“I do, I need your expertise, ‘Mione. I don’t want to make a hash of this.” When in doubt fall back on flattery and a plea for help. She collapsed like a house of cards. A very aware house of cards by the glint in her eyes.

“Fine. Let’s go through this. You’re dating Wade?”

He nodded.

“It’s a new relationship?”

“Yes.”

“And somehow in this brand new honeymoon period of learning a new person he recommended that you both swing?”

Harry hesitated but he thought so. The pause was noted. She hummed at him.

“Before you get your knickers in a twist perhaps you should just sit down and talk it out, mate?” Ron said, startling both Harry and Hermione into turning to looking at him. “Hey! I have more than a teaspoon of emotional maturity these days. Communication is key in any stage of a relationship. But it’s crucial in the beginning when you’re still getting to know each other and learn how much to trust.”

Hermione kissed her husband on the cheek fondly making Ron grin like a loon. Harry sighed at their antics, even after all these years they complimented one another. He wanted that. The imagined flash of Harry kissing Wade’s cheek and earning himself a wide grin with bright teeth and crinkled up blue eyes made his heart skip a beat.

“You’re probably right, it was a bit of a rushed conversation. I really like Wade. If I mess this up…” Harry trailed off, staring into his tea like it had the answers. With a frown he thought about tea divination but knew better than to think on it long in the house of Hermione.

“Harry.” She said sharply, his head jerked up. How had she known he was thinking about divination? She wasn’t an occlumens the last he checked. His racing pulse slowed from it’s guilty rush when she spoke further, “You are not going to mess this up. The fact that you really like him is already more than enough. You’ll talk and it’ll work out as best it should.”

He noted that phrasing ‘as best it should’. All the same he appreciated the lack of false promises. Rubbing his free hand across his face he groaned and looked at the two people he trusted with his life. “You’re right, I know you’re right. I just need to actually talk to Wade. It’s like you both want me to be in a happy and sustainable relationship.”

That garnered him the laugh he’d wanted.

“So now we can get to the gossip, right?” Ron asked, dragging them all back on topic.

“Oh yes! How did you two meet?” Hermione said, sitting forward with glee.

Harry let his love for his friends warm him over the exasperation.

“Fine, so it’s a bit of a long story…”

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Hermione and Ron wouldn’t stop laughing. Harry was not pouting. He was not having a snit at their reaction. No. He was a mature man who knew how to handle a smidge of mockery with aplomb.

“Very adult of you both,” He groused, crossing his arms with a huff.

“But Harry!” Hermione said between bouts of giggles. “He calls you Harr-Bear! And he thinks you’re a cosplayer?! And you went ‘dancing’?” That last word is said with far too much disbelief before she’s shaking with laughter yet again.

He told them everything. All of it. They knew he was the Master of Death and once they’d been properly reassured that Wade was absolutely still alive and looked happy and healthy each time he met Harry they’d listened with growing smiles. It’d been good to know they approved. So he’d forgiven them the first round of laughter but it was quickly growing old. Ron especially would peek at him and snigger like a right git. Harry knew he was picturing the last time Harry had danced but aged up and with a man inside a club cluttered with rainbows and unicorns. He just knew. Enough years of friendship and you didn’t need mental magic to know another’s thoughts.

“We were invited back. To Dance. They said we were talented.” He said primly, channeling a prattish air.

Both of his best friends did not believe him at all. At. All.

Harry growled under his breath.

“Was it like watching that time we crashed into the Whomping Willow?” Ron asked around gulped chuckles.

“They couldn’t look away from it, could they? Those poor club goers.” Hermione giggled, miming a traumatized expression.

He was replacing his best friends. His first thought was Luna but she’d sold out the information on Wade to Hermione. Maybe Dean? Or Neville? They were nice and kind people. They wouldn’t laugh at him…okay, Neville might not…Dean though. Harry groaned. Now he was pouting.

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When he was free of the lingering laughter of his betrayer best friends he went home and knew what needed to be done. Communication. He sighed. Baby steps, he told himself.

‘Would you like to go to the aquarium with me tomorrow?’

Harry stared at the text message. With a steadying breath he hit send and hoped for the best. He was settling in to wait for a response, expecting it to be a while since sometimes Wade took a bit to answer. When had Harry had asked once Wade had said he was trying to create the optimal message. It made it more fun to wait in his opinion. But his phone vibrated in his hands surprising him into a tiny yelp. A manly yelp, he told himself. Checking the screen with excitement.

‘Itsa DATE~ Should I bring snackies? (～🧃￣3￣)～🍿’

He huffed a small laugh. Too busy texting back about favorite snacks and falling back into the conversation of their ‘fishsonas’ as Wade kept calling their Koi and Tuna selves to worry about swinging or long talks about boundaries in their relationship. He really liked Wade, he thought to himself as he collapsed back into his bed. Harry couldn’t wait for their second date.

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It was Harry’s turn to run late to their date. He hated being late. Doing the right thing he’d texted Wade that work had run over about a new case. They’d yet to truly dive into a talk about jobs. Harry was bloody curious about Wade being a merchant. It just didn’t make sense entirely to him. Wade was such a wild card of a personality and while Harry thought he could probably sell an invisible jet to someone who had a fear of heights he couldn’t see the job fitting right. Like a poorly slotted puzzle piece it sat oddly with him.

Wade was…more.

That was the best way he could describe the massive scarred man who’d swept into his life. Harry knew, though, that the reverse conversation would be required. ‘Quid Pro Quo Clarice’ as Wade had once said, not that Harry knew why he’d been called Clarice but the Latin still stood. He’d have to share his thoughts on being an Auror, let alone the Head Auror. It’d been a long time since he’d had to explain what being part of the Ministry meant to him. What being an Auror meant to him. His history and everything that went with it.

His date had hinted at knowing some things but not all of it was right either. Like ‘Hagworts’ and ‘Huffly-Puffly’. Wade might be a professed Potterhead but it was for the…female version of himself? He still was a bit unclear on that. Harry hummed to himself in thought, perhaps he needed to start paying more attention to the things that didn’t make sense to him. But there were so many, he whined inside his head, and Wade was just so pretty when he smiled. The eyes, the dimples, the rest of him. Those muscles. Okay, he was getting distracted.

Dumping his Auror supplies off to the side chair in his office he double checked his forearm wand holster and patted down his pockets.

“The case will still be there tomorrow,” He told himself, shutting the folder that held the latest mystery within the DMLE.

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“Sorry that I’m late, Wade.” Harry said half breathless having run from the nearest apparition point. It was already edging into half hour late territory and he wanted more time with the other man. All the time in fact. His eyes roved over Wade’s form. “You look-“

“You like?” Wade asked, grinning and turning in a twirl.

Harry loved it. He nodded, mouth too dry for words, and the blood gone from his brain to explain. Skin tight. Molded to muscles. And with just enough skin peeking through.

Wade had worn a blue henley that matched his eyes. It looked textured and tight to the seams. Harry wanted to touch so badly. Then there were the dark jeans and the shiny boots from before peeking out. The baseball cap was gone, Harry noted, happy to have more of his date to see. Glasses with clunky dark rims framed his eyes, hiding the lack of eyebrows. And, Harry’s favorite part, the gloves, remained. Those black leather gloves that had felt smooth as silk on his skin. He swallowed loudly at the sight. Even covered up as Wade was he exuded sex.

Harry closed his mouth with a click. Wade knew how to dress, which was a bit of a surprise considering all the other outfits. He had briefly wondered if Wade would show in a fish patterned onesie when he'd fist suggested the Aquarium.

This was so much better.

“Are you ready for date number two?” He asked with a smile up at the larger man. As soon as he saw the grin in return he presented his newest gift. Flowers had been fun but they had been a bit of a burden to carry around during the last date. He hoped this might be better. Turning up his hand and unfurling his fingers he was met with a delighted gasp from his date.

“For moi? You shouldn't have,” Wade drawled in an indiscernible accent that Harry thought might be French before giving a playful tap to Harry’s shoulder. A playful tap that had Harry stumbling back. The bigger scarred man steadied him with a sheepish expression. “Sorry there, pretty boy, I forgot myself for a mo'.”

“It's alright, I don't mind that you're strong.” Harry said, his voice more breathless at the show of strength than it should be. A gleam glinted in Wade's eye and Harry just knew that the attentive man had discovered something new about him. Something interesting.

“You don’t mind, eh?”

The question was pure sin, slow and smooth and sweet and Harry felt drunk on it. He nodded, not willing to lie and hide how affected he was if it got him more of Wade’s attention. Having Wade focused fully on him undivided was a heady thing. Wade stepped closer until he towered over Harry. Gloved fingers brushed his hands. Watching with his heart pounding loud in his ears he'd completely forgotten for a second about his gift.

His fingers unfolded once again to reveal the crystallized flower bloom. Harry had liked seeing the joy on Wade's face upon being gifted the bouquet of roses but the delight now was even better. Each petal was crystallized, but when touched it was softer than a whisper. It shone like a rainbow. Harry had transfigured it with Rose and Hugo’s help the day before. A gift for Wade, the kids had been so excited to help make something for the strange man who'd fell into the Burrow's couch and was now friends with Teddy too.

“Thank you.” Wade said, his face so close to Harry's as they'd both stared down at the blossom. “That's twice now you've given me flowers.”

“If I had my way I'd bring you flowers every time I saw you.” Harry immediately went an even brighter shade of pink but kept on. “Rose and Hugo, my other godchildren helped me come up with it. You met them briefly, remember? Rose said rainbows and Hugo said rocks, which I took as crystals, and then we looked around ‘Mione’s and them's garden for the prettiest flower for you.”

“Ah two tiny Michaelangelo’s, probably not the amphibious kind paid in pizza. I'll have to remember to thank them the next time I see them. What would two up and coming artists want most…” Wade trailed off, still yet to take the flower from Harry. His fingertips drifted along the rise of the petals without touching.

He held it out again for Wade to take.

“Is it safe to hold?” Wade asked in a delicate way that made Harry gone for him a little more.

“I’ve charmed it, and even if you did break it, I’d fix it all over again for you.” Harry reassured.

With a hum his date gently scooped up his gift. This was a good start, he thought, to a second date and hopefully a conversation that wouldn’t end them before they could truly begin. Wade tucked the flower into his pocket with an unsure look that squeezed at Harry’s heart. He had the odd thought that even if they couldn’t come to terms as a couple that Wade would still very much want to be his friend. It was reassuring. But he had hope.

Chuckling softly, Harry tangled his fingers with Wade’s gloved ones. He took a step back, until Wade followed and they finally set out for the entrance of the Aquarium. Some of that excited childish energy built back up until Wade was skipping and Harry was the one pulled along. Harry let things slip into a happy date haze past the entrance built between sculpted sea creatures and through a tunnel aquarium where Wade chattered on pointing out each creature he saw with tidbits of facts. He’d tack on what person the fish made him think of. Harry was most intrigued by the ‘Romanov’ fish. It was mostly black and looked to be of the angel fish variety with the most stunning red fins floating behind it like streamers. He thought it was deadly beautiful but Wade was off looking at the ‘Stark’ fish and ‘Loki’ fish before he could say so.

“Did you study up on fish before our date?” Harry asked with a light laugh as they wandered. He was subtly steering them towards the touch pool that he just knew Wade would love.

“Of course I did, I like to fully prepare every part of myself for any new experience.”

Now why did that sound so sexual? Harry shook his head, fighting back his blush with a quiet huff. “Is this your first time at an aquarium?”

“Ohohoho, trying to see if you’re popping my cherry, pretty boy?”

At that Harry lost the battle against his blush. There was a very clear whine when he said, “Waaaaade.”

The man in question just chuckled, “No, I really like aquariums, my therapist back home said they can be calming.”

“You have a therapist?” He asked, surprised but not sure why. Hermione had told him mind healers were common place for Muggles. The Dursleys had never taken up with one. Which, now that he thought that, might be all the more reason for the necessity of a therapist.

“Uh huh! I’ve had a few, you have to shop around for them, find the right one. I used to have one - let’s call him Mr. White. He was very….uhm, gruff? He told it like it was. That’s what I needed at the time, for sure. White would never coddle me. Definitely a straight shooter but these days I go to see Mr. Yellow. They’ve taught me to think outside of the box.” Wade laughed like that was the best joke he could make. Harry smiled along. “Yellow is great at comfort. I never knew I needed someone in my life who could always see things in an optimistic way, you know?”

Harry did know. “I don’t have a therapist, I’ve been before…it was a requirement for my job when I first started. They needed to make sure I wasn’t too broken to do what I had too.” He looked to Wade but the scarred face only showed understanding under the glasses frames so he continued, “But you’re Mr. White and Mr. Yellow make me think of my best friends a bit. They’ve been the people that point out what I can’t easily see for me.”

Wade’s nodding along makes him feel safe. Even though talks of mind healers with other people in the past has been a point of contention. He’d had more than a few talks with his friends about how he could use an outside perspective. But that always had felt like they were making the choice for him. It was one thing to agree to have his brain bared before another for the sake of saving the world or even for him to do the one job he’d always wanted. It was another to go to someone and trust that they would actually hear what he had to say and not sell him out to a news outlet for it. Harry’s drawn out of his musings by Wade’s warm voice and arm tucked into his.

“I had to see a shrink for my job waaaaaay back when. I was just a tiny tide pool, then, not the full fledge Pool you see today. It was not fun for anyone involved, hah! But it took me a long time to get out of my own head and even longer to trust someone to listen and not judge. Even therapists are people too and not everyone can hear what ya’ have to say, yanno’?”

“Yeah, it’s the same for me. Trusting, I mean. I’m not great at it.” Harry and Wade share a look, something clicking between them. Kinship, he thinks. They both know what it’s like to be stuck in their heads and needing an outlet but unable to easily find one. “I trust you.”

He did not mean to say that. He meant the words, of course, but saying them?

Wade’s face is a caricature of surprise and Harry can see that the big man is feeling touched. After a long look, Wade says, “That’s brave of you.”

Harry’s bark of laughter at being labeled Brave makes Wade tense. He squeezes where their fingers are tangled together. “You’re not the first person to say that I’m brave.”

“Do you like being called a ‘brave boy’, eh? Harry?”

The mood shifts like a wave, sliding from comfort to humor to instant sex. Harry wonders just what acts he could do for Wade that would get him called a ‘brave boy’ in that tone. Preferably somewhere less public. He doesn’t answer with words, instead tipping his chin up to press their mouths together. Already he loves the feeling of Wade’s skin on his. Surprisingly soft yet raspy, it’s amazing and uniquely Wade in an addictive way. Harry has never been so free with his affections before. When they part his date hums like he got the answer he wanted and they both turn and look at the touch pool tank together.

The bravery hasn’t vanished yet, so Harry takes a deep breath and says what’s been on his mind for hours yet.

“Wade?”

“Hmmm?”

“I- I don’t want to share you with others.” He hates the stutter but struggles on, “I mean, I’m not one for open relationships. I’m a one person…er, person?”

“You want to be exclusive?” Wade clarifies.

“Yeah, yes, I just want to be with you, if that’s alright?” Harry’s bravery has entirely run out. He thinks his fingers might be shaking. But he hadn’t even thought about Wade wanting more than one person in their relationship prior to the ‘swinging’ conversation and he’s never been good dating let alone something this outside of his comfort zone. Wade tends to bring down his barriers though. Maybe it’s just because Wade is a force of nature in his opinion but he has trouble keeping himself closed off against the massive man he fancies.

“I-“ Wade starts then stops and Harry can feel his heart sinking. “Harry,” His date begins again in a solemn tone and he braces himself for being dumped on only date two. Wade’s looking at him but Harry is staring down into the shifting sands of the touch pool praying for this to be quick and merciful. “I’d love that.”

Head snapping up, he’s sure he looks wide eyed and maybe a little crazy, but he’d been expecting a rejection. “You would?”

“Absolutely! It’s been many a year since I’ve last had an exclusive committed relationship that wasn’t with hell spawn. And you’re light years above and beyond my league. I’d have to be crazier than my craziest clone to say no to you. Halfway certain this entire trip has been a hallucination but if it is it’s one of the nicest ones I’ve had.”

There is so much to unpack with that. But Harry’s overjoyed so he goes for the quick and easy fixes and leaves ‘hell spawn’ and ‘craziest clone’ alone.

“Wade, there is no ‘league’ or above and below with you. You’re amazing, and I mean that. I’d be happy to be considered a nice hallucination but this is real. I’m real.” Harry’s practically beaming his happiness at the muscled man so he doesn’t see the pinch to his arm coming. The yelp of surprise he lets out draws the few other visitor’s eyes to them but it wasn’t actually painful. He rubs at the spot and bats away Wade’s hand with a half hearted glower of reprimand. “Wade!”

“You’re real.” Wade says and the mystified tone removes any of the lingering upset Harry has.

“I’m real.” He promises, with a soft sweet kiss to a stunned Wade, “But please don’t pinch me next time. I’m pretty certain you’re supposed to pinch yourself and not others if you think you’re in a dream.”

“But you’re so pinchable, pretty boy.” Wade says and then laughs that laugh that makes Harry’s stomach clench even though he’s gaping up at his now boyfriend. And it’s that thought, that word, that makes him laugh too. Because how can he not be happy? Wade is his.

His boyfriend.

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I redrew the Dirty Dancing movie poster with them 'cause I can!

Honestly, I'm a little tempted to do the bathtub Dirty Dancing lift scene I wrote them way back when before they started dating.

But that might have to be saved for a steamy day - I mean a rainy day, no steam involved (/▽＼)! lol

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Harry was happily floating along on the high of being a boyfriend, specifically Wade's. They were holding hands and while he wished he could feel the fascinating texture of the other man's skin he couldn't quite quell the shiver of the smooth leather on his palm. Wade had pulled snacks from somewhere. Harry had looked all over but unless he had a hidden extended dimension charmed pouch like his mokeskin there was nowhere for him to have stuffed an entire bag of chocolate drizzled popcorn. Shaking out pieces into his open mouth he chattered on about aquatics in film.

“I loved Meg you know?! Nothing like a Statham-Jurassic Park-Deep Blue Sea smoothie to make a movie! If I was a shark I'd absolutely eat that man. Just gobble him right up. Yum! Maybe in another life I am Statham? I've never considered it before. Does that count as selfcest then? What if it's my Reynold's self with my Statham self?” Wade crunched through a new mouthful of popcorn before pulling them down to sit on a bench facing a shark aquarium. “This will require more thought, and lube.”

Harry pinked up at that but didn't entirely stifle his laugh. His date turned a grin on him before offering the popcorn to him with a rustle of the bag. Opening his mouth he waited, embarrassed as Wade shook some out for him. Surprisingly the chocolate and the popcorn were a perfect combination though the chocolate melted fast. Harry licked up the stray smudges. Bright blue eyes tracked the movement of his tongue. He stuck out his tongue in a childish act not expecting Wade to dip down in a sudden move and lick it. Harry sputtered and pushed Wade away with his free hand on his face. Fingers smearing the faux glasses in retaliation as Wade laughed loud and licked his hand instead. The sound of being grossed out escaped Harry entirely without thought. He wiped off the spit on Wade's Henley. Enjoying the texture and the rumble of humor through hot skin and fabric. And maybe a small grope of his boyfriend’s muscles. A very small grope.

“Wade,” Harry whined, laughing at his date. He refused the next offer of popcorn having learned his lesson. Both men settled down into a comfortable silence, watching the sharks swim before them. The sound of loud chewing was oddly familiar and comforting to Harry. He knew most people, Hermione included, hated it. It always made him think of Ron and having food to eat and dinners at the Weasley’s. Scooting closer he enjoyed the warmth of Wade’s body beside his.

He didn’t know why he said it. Honest. They’d worked out everything. About being just them in a relationship. So everything was good, great even. So, Harry spoke, without a worry.

“Thank you…” Harry said, slow and truthful, looking down with a shy heat on his cheeks as the sound of Wade’s chewing slowed to a stop. An adorable noise of question escaping the larger man. “…for understanding that I don’t want to swing, I mean.”

Wade froze, that was the best way Harry could describe it. Akin to hitting him with a stunning spell. Every muscle of the other man tightened visibly and Harry’s breath caught. He knew he’d made a mistake somewhere there. His skill at learning emotions in a room, auras as Luna would call it, for his safety telling him that he’d erred. Harry peeked up at Wade. Finding narrowed blue eyes and disappointment writ wide across scarred skin. Stomach sinking he braced.

“’Don’t want to swing’?” Wade asked, repeating his words back to him. “But why not?”

Harry knew his face was screwing up into something ugly. Clearing his hurt from his features he forced himself to speak, “You said okay to being exclusive.”

A beat of silence. Wade’s head did that sideways tilt of confusion. Like a puppy. Harry had always found it adorable. It twinged at him now.

“Right?” Harry asked in a small voice.

“Yeaaaaah,” Wade agreed. There was a but at the end of that yeah. Harry could hear it.

“But?” he urged, tucking his hands in his pockets to hide the way he flexed them with nerves.

Wade softened, one second he’d been tensed, as solid as steel and the next he was all but deflating into fluff beside Harry. Over his head a light flickered on. Harry squinted up at the sudden brightness before looking back down. Meeting a wide blue gaze behind big frames. Wade’s mouth was in a round ‘o’. It made him want to smile. Harry took a deep breath. Steeling his emotions for this conversation. ‘Communication’ he reminded himself. An overwhelming fondness for the man next to him easing the way.

“Oh, pretty boy,” Wade said in a wispy voice of contrition, “I explained this all horribly, didn’t I?”

“Uh? Did you? I know what ‘swinging’ is. I’m an adult. I just don’t like the idea of sharing you. The wizarding world is pretty open about it all and I’m honestly impressed by people who can have multiple partners. I tend to be the kind of person who’s forgetful about myself let alone another person. But I’d really like to try and be less forgetful with just you and maybe not have…uh…dalliances? With others.” Harry verbally upchucked. Another light flickered on over Wade’s head. Harry scowled up at the lighting. This was one of the nicer aquariums, why were all their lights out to begin with.

Wade’s gloved hands dropped the bag of popcorn, kernels rolling across the floor. Before Harry could move to gather them, either via spell or hand, he had his fingers tightly gripped in Wade’s wide palms. Attention captured. He peered up at the massive man as Wade spoke, “Harr-Bear, sweetheart, handsomest man to ever done look my way, you have it all wrong.”

“I do?” Harry asked, hesitantly hopeful.

“Yes, pretty boy, I don’t want to take you ‘Swinging’, I want to take you ‘swinging’.”

Harry blinked, sure that there was some piece of information hidden there that he wasn’t getting. Wade grinned sheepish, like that explanation was anywhere enough. Nodding to himself, Harry cleared his throat and said, “I’m going to need more information there, love.”

Wade cooed at the pet name, squeezing Harry’s hands before launching into words, “So, you’re right, ‘Swinging’ is a thing, I have done it before, my ex-wife was a big fan of the fishbowl method to fixing madness. Car keys out the wazzoo, yanno? They have a lot of Fords in hell, but I digress.”

Harry did not know. Also, ex-wife? What? Before he could get that question out, Wade continued on.

“But that’s not the ‘swinging’ I’m talking about. My bestie is a talented individual. The kind of the Super and Spidey persuasion. He likes to web his way around NYC like a BAMF and it’s totes amaze balls! Legit one of the best experiences. Like if you’re an adrenaline junkie in the least you should do it at least once. Bucket list type activity. You’re the first person I’ve been with - been with - since becoming besties with him and it’s one of the perks of dating me. Swinging privileges. Yeah?”

Processing all of this new information, he took a second to try and connect the dots. Deciding that this might be just another Wade speak thing he tried to reframe the news. Only one thing really mattered to him right now. Squeezing Wade’s hands in reassurance he carefully asked in a gentle way, “So, you’re not wanting us to have sex with other people. Your ‘swinging’ is not the same as ‘Swinging’?”

Wade nodded so hard it shook his whole body and by proxy Harry. “Yes!”

So relieved he let out a breath of relief he hadn’t know he’d been keeping inside. “Thank fuck.”

His boyfriend giggled. Grinning, Harry may have laughed in a less than adult manner himself but only Wade and the sharks were there to hear it. Both lights overhead flickered off but Harry didn’t care one whit about shoddy electrical wiring in muggle establishments, too busy snogging his boyfriend who didn’t want them to go Swinging, just swinging. …And who had an ex-wife. Well, that would be for another night. Another date, maybe. Harry had latched on the word ‘ex’ and was swimming on the tide of relief at finally having cleared up a massive misunderstanding. Using his hold on the gloved hands he turned and tugged. Climbing atop Wade’s lap to a sound of surprised joy muffled by his tongue. Idly, he waved towards the entry way of the shark exhibit with a notice me not charm and silencing spells so he could commit his whole to snogging the scarred man senseless. Harry flexed his fingers in the textured fabric of Wade’s Henley, pulling back to look into those eyes. Chuckling at the feeling of their glasses clicking against one another.

“Thank fuck, eh?” Wade breathed, bright smile wide and arresting. “That can be arranged. Never took you as an exhibitionist. You have hidden depths.”

Harry laughed, feeling his face heat at the double entendre. “I’d like our first official time to be on a bed.”

“Classy,” Wade moaned when Harry squeezed them closer together. “I do like to be wined and dined. Though I’m more of a Slippery Nipple or Sex on the Beach kinda gal.”

He frowned down at Wade’s chest. Picturing Wade slicked up in oil, nipples shining on a well muscled chest, he decided he could get behind that. Murmuring with half his blood flow in his brain, “I don’t like sex on the beach. Sand gets everywhere.”

Wade guffawed, wide hands on his hips slid down to grope at Harry’s arse, pulling him closer for a kiss. “Too true, pretty boy. Lubricating is much better than sandpapering your privates.” He said between wet short teases of Harry’s mouth. “What are you down for? We don’t have to do anything tonight or even here. I already took care of the cameras in this section and swiped the cleaning sign to prop in front of this place. Just so we’d have some privacy. You only wanna neck?”

Licking his lips as they parted, Harry eyed Wade with impressed approval. “Really?”

The big man hummed, nodding even as he left hickeys on Harry’s jaw. Harry’s eyes fluttered closed on a soft moan of appreciation at the sensation. The desire for more than a bit of necking was definitely there. The zipper on his trousers growing increasingly uncomfortable with the seconds passed. Harry didn’t want to get down at the aquarium. Not entirely. He did have an idea, though.

“Can I blow you?”

Wade dropped him. Literally, instant release, hands popping off his derrière with a comical noise. Harry gaped up at his boyfriend, groaning at the ache in his arse having met the floor so suddenly. Chocolate and popcorn kernels impressed into his date clothes. Sprawled out he got a front row seat at watching Wade panic. Scarred skin turning bright red, hands flapping about in worry over having broken his ‘pretty Harry like an egg’.

Chuckling, Harry asked cheekily, “Is that a no?”

Wade whimpered.

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“It’s not a no, ya’ know?” Wade rushed to say, helping Harry up off the floor of the aquarium and patting him free of the spilled snacks and dust.

Harry didn’t hide his soft smile at the bigger man’s blushing, he also didn’t hide his action when he readjusted himself to not press against his zipper quite so hard. He’d been thinking about getting his mouth on Wade ever since the man had helped him get his mind off things on Halloween night. This reaction was unexpected, though. Wade was always so overtly sexual. For him to knee jerk reject Harry for asking for something startled him. A small part of him let the tiniest sting of rejection at that action come and go. Maybe Wade only liked to give and not get?

“It’s alright, Wade. If you don’t want to.” Harry reassured, petting at the muscled chest only to get distracted by the flex under his fingers.

“I do! I definitely do want to! I wanna’ stuff those cheeks like a chipmunk, I swear!” Wade’s wide hands cupped the cheeks in question as Harry joined in on the blushing.

He shook his head at the descriptive words. The motion did nothing to remove the hold on his face. Sputtering a laugh, he had to ask, “Then yes?”

Wade squished his face into an embarrassing smoosh, rubbing their noses together affectionately. It was not an answer. Harry noted that, but he suspected he was not going to be tasting Wade’s dick tonight. The slightest disappointment wicked at the edge of their perfect date.

“Harr-Bear,” Wade started to say, the sentence drying up as he continued to rub Harry’s cheeks in circles. The soft leather warm and buttery on his skin distracted him from the situation. Licking his lips, he tried to focus on Wade. The scarred man gave a wispy sigh, lips twitching at the corners but not folding into a full smile. “I know, you said you’re okay with me and my skin. But it’s okay to not be okay with wanting to put said skin in your mouth and suck on it like you’re trying to get to the center of a lolly.”

“Oh.” The word-sound escaped him without thought. The fingers cupping his jaw tensed even as they continued to squish him. Harry wondered if it was a cathartic thing, the squishing, like Hermione said it was when she pet Crookshanks or when Ron polished his broomstick. Wade was obviously uncomfortable about the idea of making Harry uncomfortable. So he decided to give it a long thought, for about thirty seconds. Which felt long in the silence of the dimly lit back exhibits of the aquarium. “I think I’d like to try.”

Wade blinked those bright blue eyes at him. Harry’s words not sinking in right away.

“Try?”

“’To put your dick in my mouth and suck on it like I’m trying to get to the center of a…lolly…’” Harry answered, face heating in embarrassment at his words even as he was only repeating Wade. The smallest whine of excitement escaped Wade like the air leaking from a balloon even as glee took over his features. Harry felt all that warm bubbling heat of embarrassment slide down his spine and pool at the base. A pulse of sexual need echoing through every inch of him.

“Here? Now? I can get us a room? The prettiest room you ever did see! Does London have love hotels? Never mind, I’m sure I can find one, or even a dungeon. Oh, you’d look great under red lights surrounded by silk.”

He blinked. Wade was apparently on board with Harry’s request. It’d been a long while since he’d last gone down on someone. None of whom had been anything remotely like Wade. As far as Harry could hazard a guess no one was like Wade.

“Or you could come back to mine?” Harry offered, trying to make his voice husky but probably just sounding parched.

“Ooooh, taking me home so soon? Are you gonna’ sneak me in the back like were hiding out after curfew? I’ll climb in your window any night, princess.” Wade flirted with an overdone wink.

Harry did not giggle, if he laughed it was a manly one, at least that’s what he told himself. The sound lit up Wade’s eyes. A delicate gasp escaping the larger man.

“Well, then, it sounds like we have a plan of action! Whisk me away, handsome!” Wade shimmied before throwing his arms wide in open invitation for Harry to ‘take him’.

“Hold on tight. You might want to close your eyes for the first time.” Harry said, stepping into Wade’s body, pressing them tight and wrapping his arms around Wade’s surprisingly slim waist. Thick muscled arms banded about him, that strange yet addictive surge of feeling small made him bite his lip. The very blatant hump of Wade’s hips against his broke the seal on the moan he’d been holding back.

“That’s what they said the night I lost my virginity!” Wade said cheerily, imprinting each of his fingers into Harry’s hips as he trapped him in crossed arms.

Harry barked a laugh and turned them, Wade going along seamlessly as they apparated out of the aquarium and directly into his bedroom. The spin kept going, Wade twirling them with a squeal like he’d ridden a dragon for the first time. Both men flopped onto the bed with a pronounced bounce, the old furniture giving out a groan at the action. He had never done well with the pulling sensation of magical transportation but doing it with Wade was fun. The bigger man’s gravity made it feel like he was secure yet tossed about. Somehow he ended up underneath, thick thighs caging him in, corded forearms braced on either side of his head. Like they hadn’t apparated at all Wade was back to rutting their hips together.

Wade leered down at him. White teeth shining in the dark of Harry’s room. Whispering a quick lighting spell so he could see he squirmed under the welcome weight with a breathless laugh.

“While this is awfully cozy, it’s going to be a bit difficult to line up properly like this.” Harry let his fingers drift at the edges of Wade’s shirt, brushing over the scarred skin there. It was deliciously hot on his cold fingertips. Made him think of the thrill of drinking hot cocoa after a snowball fight.

“Preference on position, pretty boy?”

“Dealers choice?” Harry asked, certain that Wade’s mind could come up with the hottest position possible. As though proving his thoughts correct, the older man licked his lips lasciviously.

“You sure about that? It’s not beginner approved.” Wade checked.

Harry’s nod was met with a devious chuckle. Not knowing what to expect he blinked in surprise as Wade pushed off the mattress hard enough to bounce Harry. Those gorgeous muscled thighs were the ones framing Harry’s head. Knees around his ears, the thud of shoes hitting the floor behind Wade. Leather gloved hands found his clutching at the bedding and placed them on each thigh.

“If you need me to slow down, stop, take a breath, or just want to try something new you pat me three times, okay? Can you do that for me now so I know you heard me. Pretty sure both our brains on working on less than optimal blood flow.” Wade asked gently, petting over Harry’s hair.

Following orders, he gave the required three pats, and then tried to lift his hips high enough to get any friction on the erection tenting his trousers. Wade chuckled at the useless move. Then cooed at Harry in sympathy when Harry discovered this posing made it so he couldn’t gain enough leverage to do anything except frustrate himself.

Soft leather brushed along his scalp, gently pulling his head back by his riot of curls. “Gorgeous.” The big man murmured, unzipping his jeans slowly. Harry’s hips lifted at the sound. Wade bent double to place a sweet kiss in the center of his forehead. All the air left Harry in a gasp as Wade pulled his prick out. From this angle, everything looked giant, including the cock being fisted before his eyes. Black leather smooth on scarred skin. Yes, Harry was certainly willing to try. He saw the way the bigger man’s fingers flexed on himself, the confidence Harry considered part and parcel with Wade faltering at this moment. Deciding to take that last leap himself Harry ignored the way his skin flamed as he opened his mouth wide and stuck his tongue out in open invitation.

A deep groan echoed through the room and all Wade’s hesitation vanished. His lover tapped a leaking cock head on his tongue. The burst of salty flavor welcome and making Harry moan. He gave a tentative lick on the underside. Wade fed his cock into his mouth slow and sweet. It was a surprisingly gentle thing. Perfectly in line with Wade. The massive man handled Harry like he was something to be treasured.

“Perfect,” the scarred man murmured. Petting through Harry’s hair carefully. A glove clad thumb brushed on his top lip. “More?”

Already his mouth was overfull, a heavy hot weight on his tongue thrilling through his blood. He wanted more, relaxing, Harry gave a soft affirmative noise and sank into the large hand cupping his head.

“There we go, wanna’ see if you have a gag reflex?” A wiggle of hairless brows made Harry roll his eyes but he gave a small nod.

Harry sank his fingertips into the thick muscle of Wade’s thighs at the feeling of his lover’s cock bumping the back of his throat. A small groan at the pressure escaped into the room. Answered by Wade’s own slutty moan. Legs flexed under his hands with a brief thrust. His lashes fluttered as Wade took up a steady measured tempo. Completely unlike any blow job Harry had ever experienced he focused on breathing through the pounding of his pulse and the hot drag of a prick between his lips. Tears brimmed on his lashes, face blooming hotly as just what he was doing hit him. Wade crooned out praise in a constant stream. Harry could only pick up bits and pieces, overwhelmed as he was by the stroking fingers on his scalp, the man curled over top of him, and the quickening of his cock at being put to ‘good use’. One of those phrases of praise that Wade rumbled at him.

“You’re doing so good, pretty boy, swallow for me?”

Leather gloved fingers wiped up drool from his cheeks.

“Just like that, perfect. Oooh, practicing spelling the alphabet with your tongue?”

Harry’s muffled laugh caused his throat to spasm around the head.

“I’ve got you, cutie pie. Can’t promise I won’t make you laugh again.” Wade promised with a groaning laugh of his own. The hand holding his head slid down to his nape, tilting him at an angle that slid even deeper. Both men were noisy after that. Words lost to making sounds, sloppy wet sounds and delighted gasps. At some point his eyes had drifted closed. His fingers curled in the belt loops of Wade’s jeans tugging the larger man closer. Harry’s feet arched in his shoes, lifting his hips off the bed, the only friction on his cock the cruel press of his zipper. It was only as Wade pulled out, throbbing on the tip of his tongue that he realized the scarred man was asking him something.

Humming to show he was listening, Harry took the second to swallow. His chest rose with heavy inhales from between the gap of Wade’s legs. Lungs pulling in sex salted air with each deep breath. He flexed his jaw, grinning up at his boyfriend with hazy eyes.

“Where do you want me? In your stomach? On your tongue? Your pretty face? Make a mess of those lenses? I can catch it if you don’t feel up to a vintage of Chateau de Wilson. Oooooh, or we can consider this edge play if you want to call it.”

Harry was touched to realize that Wade actually meant that. He’d be willing to not get off if it’s what Harry wanted most.

Clearing his throat he asked, “Can I taste it?”

The rasp of his well abused voice made Wade shiver visibly. He gave a slow stroke over his spit slicked cock, taunting, drawing Harry’s eye before answering. “Of course, anything you crave, hot stuff.”

Despite a quick scrunch of his nose at the pet name, Harry opened his mouth for Wade one more time. The happy hum of getting his way sneaking past his self control. Wade was cautious, even as his cock jumped, rubbing on the roof of his mouth before fulfilling the promise of ‘chipmunk cheeks’ and sliding sideways in his jaws. The hot spill of precum soaking the soft inner flesh. Harry let his tongue curl around, humor flickering in his gaze.

“Soon, gotta get it fresh, only the best for you, my little cheeky chipmunk.” Wade sang the words. Sensing Harry’s impatience for that burst of flavor he was promised. The gloved thumb that flicked away a path of tears stretched the corner of his mouth, sliding in alongside the already massive mouthful. His teeth were smoothed over before that thumb gently pushed at his opposite cheek until both of his cheeks poked out. Wade chittered like a small woodland creature and gave a peel of laughter at Harry’s scowl. “Sorry, too cute for words.”

Wade’s thumb removed, using the wetness to stroke at the base of his prick. He pulled back until just the head filled Harry’s mouth. The last thing Harry expected was for Wade to whistle at him before softly singing “’Can you blow my whistle, baby, whistle, baby? Let me know. Boy, I’m gonna show you how to do it and we start real slow. You just put your lips together and you come real close. Can you blow my whistle, baby, whistle, baby? Here we go.’”

Harry was one second from triple tapping on Wade’s thighs for the impromptu musical moment when mid whistle chorus he grunted and groaned with his whole body curling in over Harry. The fingers in Harry’s hair tightened on the verge of pain as the first shot of cum hit his tongue. Hot cum filled his mouth. He swallowed on instinct. Shivering at the feeling of it sliding down his throat he suckled at the tip. Harry smiled around the slightly softening prick, annoyance at the singing session mid-sucking forgotten.

“Mmm, did that taste good, hm?” Wade asked. The man tucked himself away, grinning even as he swiveled off of his straddle. Harry had made it halfway upright before a set of fingers wrapping about his erection caused him to collapse back with a groan. It took only a few rough kneadings of his cock to have him shooting off in his briefs. The sudden setting off of every neuron of pleasure in his body blanked out his brain. No longer trapped under thick thighs he curled up on the bed, face buried in the bedding between Wade’s legs.

“Gorgeous, Harr-Bear. Does that feel good, pretty boy, mm?”

Wade’s name was muffled in the blankets, smearing tears and spit and cum all across it in the process. Harry tried to nod through the shivering shocks of his orgasm. His boyfriend scooped him up, cradling him to his chest. Harry’s shaky fingers sunk into the fabric of his shirt. Glasses knocked askew and fogged up with body heat he could just make out a blinding smile of affection. He passed out to the aftershocks, the flavor of cum in the back of his throat, and wide hands petting over his still quaking form. A single wry thought about whether or not that counted as getting to the center of a lollipop drifted off to the sound of Wade’s happy humming to the earlier song.

Art! Ta-da! Inspired by the lovely moss_and_flame. I adored this suggestion (I like the others too I promise!) and it took me over and wham, here we are! I actually drew this before I wrote this chapter. Incentive, right there, especially since this chapter gave me so much fight lol At first I was like BJ chapter???? No BJ chapter....but maybe...BJ chapter??? and now Chapter 21 is officially the BJ chapter (technically chapter 7 is as well but that one still had more plot than this one *sigh*). Got off topic, either way, have some art and below is the text version if you want that too (●'◡'●)

⭐🤍🌼 Thank you moss_and_flame 🌼🤍⭐