Genre: Lotrps AU/Harry Potter future!fic crossover
Summary: Dom becomes a teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and finds himself strangely attracted to Elijah, one of the Gryffindor seventh-years.
Rating: NC-17 woot!
Warnings: Like I said, AU and crossover. Also it's HP so, obviously, supernatural stuff.
Disclaimer: The wonderful HP world is created by JK Rowling who is not me, and the LOTR boys do not belong to me, both facts which I obviously regret but are nevertheless true. Sniff.
Feedback: Makes me prostrate myself at your feet and grovel pathetically.
Author's notes: Back from holiday with eye infection wholly defeated and muse unblocked! Thanks as ever to my wonderful beta pinkegogirl!
This chapter is especially for saura_, to cheer her up, like I promised.
After leaving the Archives, Dom and Elijah took their leave of Fran, Philippa and Kiran, who were all rather surprised to see them leave so soon.
“I thought you were intending to stay the whole day?” asked Phillipa.
“Well, that was the original plan,” said Dom, feeling his ears heat up under Fran’s gaze and hoping against hope she wouldn’t notice it. “But ah… Elijah has his exams coming up, and I think we should be back in time so that we – that is to say he, can do some revision before dinner.”
“Revision?” asked Fran nonchalantly, raising an eyebrow. “Is that what they call it these days?”
Dom looked desparately to his lover for help, only to see Elijah’s eyes bulging with the effort of smothering his giggles behind his hand. He caught Dom’s eye and let out a strangled snort, then turned quickly away. Fran and Kiran were grinning widely; Phillipa, like Elijah, was wholly engaged with keeping back her laughter.
Dom threw his arms up in defeat. “Okay, fine, have it your way. We’re going back early so that we can go to my place and shag like rabbits until curfew. Happy now?”
“Thank you for that spot of honesty, Dominic,” said Fran, straightening his robes in a motherly fashion and standing on tiptoe to kiss him. Then, much to the surprise of both young men, she kissed Elijah as well.
“And thank you,” she said, smiling. “For what you’ve given him.”
Elijah smiled back at her, glancing at Dom, who was beaming at the both of them. The young man thought of the crying little boy in the Pensieve, the angry teenager; the lonely, miserable creature he had just seen in many shapes and forms, and looking now at Dom’s smiling eyes, knew exactly what Fran meant.
“It is my pleasure,” he replied honestly.
“So,” said Elijah as they walked down the hall back to the elevators, “do you think they like me? Will they want me working with them?”
Dom snorted. “Haven’t you been paying attention? They fucking loved you. I think Fran was about ready to adopt you.”
Elijah smiled ruefully as they entered the elevator, empty but for the two of them. This was an opportunity that could not be wasted, and as soon as the doors slid shut he backed Dom against the metal wall and started kissing his neck.
“Well, to be honest I wasn’t paying attention much. I was thinking about how you said something really interesting back there.”
“Mmm, which bit?” asked Dom, tilting his head to give his lover better access.
“The bit about going back to your place and shagging like rabbits,” said Elijah into his ear before drawing the earlobe between his lips and suckling it.
“Ooh, yeah… that was a rather interesting bit, wasn’t it?”
“Very. Did you mean it? Can we?”
Dom laughed low in his throat. “I’m game if you are.”
“I’m nineteen and horny, Dom, what do you think? What I mean is: won’t we be missed?”
Dom grinned. “Actually I told Billy we wouldn’t be back until after dinnertime.”
Elijah nipped his neck sharply, earning a nice yelp. “How convenient. So you planned this whole thing?”
The younger man pulled back to give his lover a devious grin. “I like the way you think.”
Dom kissed him, short and hard, just before the elevator doors pinged and slid open. “I like the way I think, too.”
Dom leaned out of the fireplace to look left and right. “Okay, all clear.”
The two young men stepped out onto Viggo’s hearthrug and looked around the empty gamekeeper’s cabin. As Dom had predicted, Viggo was not in; he was doing his rounds. “And even if he would be there,” Dom had assured Elijah, “he would probably just pretend we didn’t exist anyway.”
They snuck out through the backdoor of the cabin and sprinted the few yards that separated the cabin from the Forest edge, both giggling like children because it was just the most ridiculous stealth operation either had ever been in.
Once they were safely swallowed up by the shadows of the trees, Elijah wasted no time in backing Dom up against the nearest friendly-looking oak tree that happened to be standing nearby, and kissed him hard and urgently.
“Mmmph,” said Dom, gently pushing his lover away. “We really shouldn’t, not here.”
Elijah actually pouted at that, looking more like a ten-year old than anything else. “Why not?”
“Well, for starters, Sean and Andy are over there,” said Dom, pointing over Elijah’s shoulder at his two collegues walking towards the Forest edge, talking animatedly.
Dom quickly pulled his young lover behind the tree, not taking his eyes off the two approaching figures. “Come on, let’s go back to mine. I promise you there are plenty of trees there you can back me up against.”
They walked to Dom’s clearing at a leisurely pace, hand in hand, with Dom occasionally pointing out certain favourite haunts to Elijah and sharing memories with him about his time in the Forest. A few times there was a rustling to be heard in the bushes around them or the trees above them that would make Elijah’s eyes dart around nervously, but they encountered no one.
The sky was already darkening and the sun setting brilliantly when they reached Dom’s little house by the inlet of the lake. The waterfall was mumbling pleasantly and the last light played on the gently lapping water. There was no other sound but that of the Forest around them.
For a moment, the both of them just stood still and savoured the moment, before Elijah turned to Dom with a mischievous expression on his face.
“Oh dear, looks like it’s too late for tea and too early for dinner,” he intoned fake-earnestly, blinking at his lover in a theatrical fashion. “Whatever shall we do to keep busy?”
Dom looked out over the water, then turned back to Elijah and grinned. “Fancy a swim?”
“What?” Elijah laughed at the sheer ridiculousness of that statement, but then he saw that Dom had already kicked off his shoes and was now getting rid of his socks and shrugging off his cloak. “You can’t be serious! It’s February!”
“I’ve got something I want to show you,” said Dom, seemingly not listening at all as he pulled his robes over his head.
“Dom, the water’s fucking freezing,” Elijah tried again.
“It’ll be worth it, I promise,” said Dom, wiggling his eyebrows as he pulled off his shirt, not a single goosebump rising on his now bare chest even as it was hit by the near-freezing air.
“Worth a slow, agonising death?” asked Elijah, sceptically. “’Cause that’s what’s gonna happen, you know. I don’t have as high a body temperature as you have.”
“Don’t you think I know that?” asked Dom, stripping off his trousers and piling his clothes haphazardly by the door of his little house, before straightening up and standing in front of his lover stark naked. “Do you really think I would do anything to put you in danger?”
Unable to argue this point, Elijah rolled his eyes and sighed deeply before pulling off his own trainers. “I must be out of my mind,” he muttered under his breath.
As he finished undressing and stood, teeth chattering, at the water’s edge, Dom strapped his wand to his wrist with one of the leather cuffs he always wore, and gave him a sunny smile. “Thanks for trusting me, love.”
“You can thank me again when I’m dead from cold-induced heart failure,” slurred Elijah, feeling giddy with cold and eyeing the water with not a little trepidation.
Dom gave him a friendly cuff on the shoulder and then, spreading his arms, made a beautiful dive into the icy lake, resurfacing seconds later wiping his hair out of his eyes and beckoning to his lover. “Come on, Lij, it’ll be over the sooner.”
Elijah took a deep breath and stepped from the bank into the more shallow part, willing his body to move forward even as it protested against the cold water on his skin. He managed to slowly walk in until he was up to his knees in the water, then stopped, panting as if he’d just run a marathon. Looking up at Dom watching him expectantly, he took a deep breath, gathered all his courage, and let himself fall forward.
The breath was knocked out of him as if he’d been punched in the stomach several times over, and he struggled to the surface to gasp for air. Then Dom was beside him, putting an inexplicably warm hand on his shoulder and gently coaxing him onward.
Keep moving, keep breathing. That was the key. Elijah felt six years old again, trying to doggy-paddle behind an almost amphibian-swimming Dom, who had to stop several times to wait for him.
“Not far now,” he said encouragingly as they reached a cluster of rocks at the far side of the inlet, about thirty feet from Dom’s willow. “Come on, then.”
And he dived under.
Elijah panicked briefly, but remembered Dom’s earlier words, and followed his example. To his surprise, the water was remarkably clear, though without his glasses things remained a bit of a blur for him anyway. Dom was waiting patiently for him and took his arm as soon as he was within reach, tugging him towards what seemed like a small underwater cave. They swam inside and, to Elijah’s relief, went almost immediately upwards, breaking the surface of the water two seconds later.
They were in a small circular cave with a high domed ceiling, in the middle of which there was a hole letting the daylight in. Elijah could see the outline of some bare branches crossing each other over the hole, and imagined that in the warm seasons, it would be completely hidden by the undergrowth on top of the rock.
Dom had by now swum to a ledge along the wall, and climbed it as easily as one would the steps in a swimming pool. He sat down on it, his upper body out of the water but his lower body still submerged, and gestured invitingly for Elijah to join him.
Swimming was proving harder and harder for the younger man, seeing as how the water wasn’t much warmer here than it was outside, but he managed at last to scramble onto the ledge and plop down ungracefully next to Dom, all his limbs shaking.
The Changeling immediately folded his shivering lover into his arms and kissed the top of his head. “There, we’re here. Now I can make it more comfortable for you.” He pulled his wand from the wristcuff and pointed it at the water.
Immediately Elijah felt it warming to a more agreeable temperature, and soon the little cave was filled with steam as the warmth mounted to that of a pleasantly hot bath. Elijah felt the colour return to his face, and sighed in contentment.
“That’s better, innit?” smiled Dom, squeezing his shoulder. “Now look up.”
Above them, the sun seemed to be setting, as the light falling through the hole in the ceiling was diminishing rapidly. Then the sunlight was gone, and Elijah gasped.
All around them in the cave walls, tiny lights seemed to have switched on, glowing in different hues of green and yellow. Closer examination revealed that it came from hundreds of little cocoons, nestled in even the smallest of cracks and crevices.
“Fairy eggs,” explained Dom, his face illuminated by the gentle light. “This is a fairy breeding cave. You should see it in spring when they hatch.”
“It’s awesome,” breathed Elijah, the cold swim already forgotten in the sight of such beauty.
“Mmm-hmm,” Dom agreed, kissing his shoulder and moving a bit closer before kissing it again.
“Dom,” Elijah sighed softly, his eyes drifting closed as his lover’s lips kissed up his neck. “Oh…”
“Are you still cold?” Dom husked into his ear, kissing it.
“But you’re still shaking,” he pointed out, lips never leaving his lover’s skin. “Do you… want to move a bit closer, perhaps?”
Without waiting for an answer he pulled Elijah onto his lap, facing him, and the younger man gasped as he felt how hard Dom already was. They looked into each other’s eyes for seconds, sharing breath between them, and then Elijah closed the distance and pressed his lips to Dom’s.
The Changeling’s mouth opened to him instantly, and both of them moaned softly as Elijah dipped his tongue between Dom’s lips and deepened the kiss. Dom’s hands came around Elijah’s waist to pull them flush together, so that they moaned again into each other’s mouths.
Elijah hummed in approval as Dom’s skilful hands slid lower under the water and began to gently massage his buttocks, squeezing and kneading and oh, how could something so simple feel so fucking good?
He gasped again as the older man’s fingers began to explore, sliding between his cheeks and teasing his entrance with featherlight touches, then gradually rubbing more firmly as he found out how sensitive his lover was down there.
“God, Dom,” murmured Elijah, unconciously beginning to rock back and forth on Dom’s lap, the sound of the water lapping against the rock echoing against the walls along with his words. “More, please, oh…”
“Fuck, yeah,” Dom whispered as their cocks came into contact between their bellies, creating the most delicious friction. He let one finger tease Elijah’s entrance once more before pressing inside. Elijah went still for a second, but as Dom kissed him again he resumed his movements, and he felt him relax even as he pressed the finger completely inside. “Good?”
“Yeah,” panted Elijah. “Weird… but good.”
“Ready for another?”
“Hmm.” Elijah let his head fall onto Dom’s shoulder as the Changeling carefully worked another finger inside. Suddenly a spark went off behind his eyes, like a jolt of electricity going through his entire body, and he jerked and yelped, making Dom chuckle. “Still good?”
“Holy shit, do that again, please.”
Dom smiled and complied. Elijah shuddered and groaned loudly. “Now, Dom, now…”
“One more, first,” Dom replied, scissoring his two fingers. “I want you to be ready.”
“I am…” began Elijah, but then Dom added another finger and he was forced to adjust that statement. He was being stretched, and it went beyond feeling weird and actually started to hurt a little.
Dom’s free hand was stroking Elijah’s back gently as the younger man took deep breaths, trying to get used to the feeling, his body tense and still. Then the fingers inside him suddenly did something very interesting, and he cried out in surprise, rocking into his lover once again.
“Fuck yeah,” Dom groaned again, easing his fingers out, leaving Elijah feeling strangely empty. Then something was pressed against his entrance and it took a few moments for Elijah to process the feeling before he realised with a jolt that it was the head of Dom’s cock.
The thought both aroused and terrified him, and he must have tensed up again because Dom resumed the stroking of his back. “Easy, love. I want you to relax for me.”
Elijah nodded and closed his eyes, trying to even out his breathing. The pressing became more urgent and then, all of a sudden, Dom was inside him and both of them were groaning with the sensation of it all.
The younger man scooted forward a bit more on Dom’s lap, feeling him slide deeper inside. He began to rock back and forth, back and forth, the water sloshing in the small space between their bodies. Dom was panting, his eyes closed and his brow furrowed as if in concentration, and the mere sight was so erotic to Elijah that he had to kiss him again.
This kiss was uncoordinated and somewhat messy in their passion, but neither of them cared, really. Dom’s hands were touching every part of Elijah they could reach, and Elijah made an almost inaudible little sound when one of those amazing hands closed around his cock.
“Wait, Dom,” he whispered, trying to slow down but not quite sure whether he was succeeding in it. He opened his eyes and was almost startled to see Dom’s, looking straight at him, their colour the deepest velvety red. It turned him on more than anything.
“Change for me?” he asked. “I love seeing you like that, Dommie, just for me. Seeing how I make you feel. I wanna see that, now, come on.”
Dom seemed to hesitate for just a moment, then Elijah could feel the body beneath and inside him relaxing impossibly, where he had not even realised there had been tension. Once again he thought about what energy it must cost Dom to keep up his appearance all the time.
But now the façade was gone, and somehow, it only ever added to Elijah’s excitement, as he knew it would. Looking at Dom during sex was like seeing his own thoughts and feelings visualised: it was a swirl of deep, dark red colours, pulsing and throbbing, looking hot and wet and sinful and so very… alive.
Their movements sped up as climax was building, and Elijah was fighting to keep his eyes open because looking at Dom made him dizzy and set his senses on overload. He threw his head back in abandon, giving the reins over to Dom, letting his lover fuck him as hard and fast as he liked while he enjoyed the ride.
Dom had been silent through most of it, but now he was making sounds Elijah had never heard before: strange animalistic grunts, evolving into growls as his hands gripped Elijah’s hips, controlling his movements. The fingers started to dig painfully into the younger man’s skin and he knew there would be bruising but he didn’t want them to stop. His own hand went to his cock and he began to pump it awkwardly, chanting nonsense words as they both neared the edge.
Then Dom did something unexpected: he suddenly let out a loud, harsh growl and bit down hard into the skin where Elijah’s shoulder joined his neck. His lover cried out in pain and surprise and delight and he came hard, blunt fingernails scratching the Changeling’s back. Dom thrust once, twice more, as the bright light of his own climax momentarily set the cave alight with brilliance.
For a moment or two neither of them moved, too spent and dazed to even say anything, Dom’s head tucked under Elijah’s chin, the younger man’s cheek resting on the Changeling’s head, warm breaths huffing against sweaty skin.
“Oh,” said Elijah at last, and Dom had to agree.