Buckle Up Blondie

Chapter Twelve :

Bród stared at Draco with bright eyes, his chin cupped in one of his palms. The blonde stared back with a half-hearted scowl. "What want?"

Bród grinned. Draco's Latin was broken and odd, but it was there. He could understand him. "I am happy." he answered the smaller man easily. Aoibh snorted "be happy at home, Bród, I'm starving." Draco glanced at the duel-haired alien. "I am hungry also."

Aoibh couldn't help the small smile that curled his mouth. Draco shouting in an unknown language was cute. Draco trying to communicate with basic Latin was positively adorable. "Shall we go home, little one?"

Draco's small nose wrinkled in disgust. "Little one? I called little one all times?" Aoibh chuckled and nodded. The blonde flushed in anger. "No 'little one'," he sneered "I am Draco. No… pet name. I not pet."

Bród tried to hide his grin as he pulled Draco to his feet. "Of course," he agreed easily, "You are not a pet."

"Nope you're Bród's guilty pleasure."

Bród growled and smacked his brother's arm. "guilty pleasure?" Draco asked in confusion. "What is?" Bród shook his head. "Aoibh is being silly, Draco. Ignore Aoibh." Draco sniffed. "I most times do."

Bród cackled in outright amusement as Aoibh gaped at the little man. Draco's lip curled ever so slightly. A joke? Draco was making a joke? "Smart arse." Aoibh growled, pushing the blonde man towards their home.

The house was empty when they reached it and Bród sighed in relief as Aoibh sauntered out to visit the Centre. He desperately wanted to learn who Draco was. The blonde sat himself at the table as Bród gathered food for them both. He sat beside the smaller man, eyes reluctant to leave his face. Draco glanced at him. "What?"

Bród grinned. "Where do you come from, Draco?"

The blonde stilled suddenly, face becoming hard. He glanced at Bród, as if internally battling with what to say. After a tense moment, he shrugged wearily. "Earth. I belong to Earth. I was stolen and sent to here. Where this place, Bród?"

The taller man's mouth turned down in a grim line. "You are on Tyne, Draco. What do you mean stolen? You did not come willingly?" Draco shook his head. "I was stolen because I alone. Nobody near to help. I an… experiment," Bród shuddered and put a hand to his mouth in horror. An experiment? His beautiful Draco's journey had been against his will as an experiment? Draco's face softened and he reached over to touch Bród's cheek. He hesitated only a moment before he said "I am happy, Bród."

The taller male leaned against Draco's hand, eyes darkening. He gazed at Draco's tri-coloured eyes. "May I kiss you, Draco?" The blonde startled at the question, eyes widening. His nose wrinkled. "Bród no kiss Draco." he said, frowning.

Bród's wings wilted in distress until the smaller man leaned in suddenly.

"Draco kiss Bród."

Bród whimpered as the blonde's mouth descended on his; soft and sweet and completely in charge. The blonde kneeled, giving himself a bare inch in height over the seated dark haired man. As Bród keened quietly against the smaller man's lips, Draco growled low in his throat and stroked slender hands up and down Bród's arms. He pulled away slowly, "Bedroom, Bród." he whispered huskily.

Bród felt his knees weaken considerably. This was a Draco he knew, logically, must have existed. Draco was a sire, dominant by nature and fully aware of his sexual needs. It was a shock, though, to hear the usually gruff man become so abruptly seductive. He glanced up at Draco, eyes wide and lips parted. "Why?" he whispered, wanting only to hear Draco speak again in those rough tones.

Draco's brow furrowed in frustration, apparently not knowing the necessary words in Latin to answer the question. After a moment he shrugged and replied something in his strange, alien tongue.

"Because I am going to fuck you."

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Draco chuckled dryly as he shielded against the small throwing blade with ease. Darr nodded once in praise from the sidelines and Láid growled as his target became near impossible to strike.

It had been approximately three weeks since Draco had begun using Latin as his first language and he was at last, becoming able to settle on Tyne. Though most treated him with wariness still, or worse, blatant curiosity; the aliens were slowly beginning to come to terms with him. His training with Seanchaí still occurred thrice weekly as well as language classes from Céad. At least at this point he was forming coherent conversations, rather than stumbling through it like a child.

The classes with Bród's…Ahha and the fighter, Láid were a recent, but welcome addition. Being able to protect oneself was key.

He straightened and Darr clapped him on the shoulder. "Well done, Draco." Ciúin grinned at him from a distance away as he settled into the couch beside Bród. "Thank you, Dar.."

The larger man chuckled and slapped a grumbling Láid on the back as he exited, "maybe you'll get him next time!" Láid snorted. "Not bloody likely," he muttered, dropping onto a floor cushion and sprawling out. "he's as light footed as a youngling."

Ciúin murmured in sympathy, handing a bunch of Alo berries to both men. "What are we celebrating?" Draco asked warily, eyeing the berries and flushing as thoughts of his last encounter with the fruit made their way into his mind. Bród grinned up at him, popping a berry into his mouth.

"Col has gone into labour. By morning we will have a new family member." Draco grinned. "Ah yes, the pregnant man." He shook his head. "It baffles me still."

Bród bit into a berry with a chuckle as Ciúin launched into another query about the breeders of Draco's race. He was far too fascinated by the notion of females. The dark-haired male frowned suddenly as the berries began to settle in his stomach. He groaned and flung the fruit away, clutching at his stomach.

Ciúin pulled his dark hair back from his face in fright, eyes widening in alarm as Bród put a hand to his mouth. "I need a bowl!"

Draco appeared before the taller man with a basin, no doubt something he had summonsed from the dining room. Bród had a moment to be thankful for the handiness of magic before he heaved and threw up into the vessel.

He gasped softly, colour returning to normal as he wiped his mouth. "Oh Gods," he breathed shakily, inhaling deeply.

"Bród? Bród? A re you ill? Not well? Will I get help? A healer?" Draco. Bród shook his head slowly at the smaller man, eyes drifting to Ciúin and trying to convey a thought to the red head silently. Ciúin laughed abruptly as the situation clicked.

"You're pregnant!"