Oops!

See chapter 1 for disclaimers and notes

Draco dragged a totally mortified Harry through the fireplace at Malfoy Manor, clutching the ruined phallus in his hand. He was relieved to see both his father and step father currently at home, curled on the sofa reading trade magazines: Wizard’s Investment Weekly and Perfect Potions.

“Dad, Uncle Sev, we need your help!”

Lucius sprang from the couch, wand instantly to hand. Severus merely lowered his magazine, one eyebrow cocked in question.

“No need to ring ahead, boys, come right in,” he muttered, earning him a “shush” from Lucius.

Harry gingerly perched on an armchair, being careful to rest on his tailbone and hiding his face in his hands, leaving Draco to explain the situation.

“We, ahh…” Draco said haltingly, wondering exactly how to say this without treading into the area of ‘too much information’. Deciding actions spoke louder than words, he held up the phallus for his parents to see. The top quarter of the jade item was missing. Lucius obviously caught on first because his normally narrowed eyes went round, he sucked in his lips, and strode quickly from the room before bursting into loud, raucous laughter.

Hearing this, Harry moaned, the back of his neck turning nearly purple in embarrassment.

Severus was able to hold in his laughter, but his voice was quite strained as he asked Draco, “How did this happen?”

Draco looked at the floor for a few moments, running a hand through his highly tousled hair as he tried desperately to find the words to explain without sounding like a total idiot. “Well, as you know, tomorrow is Harry’s birthday, and uhh… Well, this was his birthday present from me. While we were… you know, using it, it kind of, umm, broke. A bit.”

“I assume Harry is the victim,” Severus said, shooting a look of sympathy at his stepson in law.

“Yes, sir,” Draco replied miserably. “It’s all my fault. I dropped it earlier this evening but it didn’t appear to have been hurt, so I didn’t repair it. I thought about Accio-ing the broken end from Harry, but I didn’t want to injure him.” He gestured dejectedly to the jagged end of the jade and diamond phallus in his hand.

Lucius had recovered himself and re-entered the room during Draco’s last statement. Biting back a fresh round of laughter, he choked out, “It’s a good thing you didn’t do that. You would have torn him a new arsehole.”

Severus scowled at Lucius. “That’s enough, Luc. You don’t know what kind of pain Harry is in. Making jokes isn’t helping the situation.”

Lucius flushed a bit, but nodded, duly chastened. Draco looked between the two men, having heard an undercurrent in his stepfather’s words but not understanding the source.

“Draco, I have a quick and easy solution to your problem,” Severus said.

Harry lifted his head and looked at Severus pleadingly, hope dawning on his face.

“Should we just let nature take its course then?” Draco asked, furrowing his brow. That was the only ‘easy’ solution he could see as a possibility.

Harry glared at his husband and said, “No, Draco, we shouldn’t. Go on, Severus. Ignore my idiot.”

“What you will need to do is put it back in Harry, carefully, and cast reparo. The two pieces will join back together and you should be able to extract it without a problem. The spell will only allow the pieces of the object you’re repairing to come together, which will protect Harry from having bits of him caught between the two ends.”

Harry stood up carefully and threw his arms around Severus, causing the older man to stiffen in alarm before awkwardly lifting a hand to pat Harry on the back. When did I get to be the bloody mother in this relationship? Severus thought, attempting without success to stifle an urge to roll his eyes.

“Do it now, here, before that thing has a chance to tear you up. Use your suite, Draco, and be very careful. We’ll be here in case you have any problems, not that I foresee any so long as you remember to be careful. I cannot stress that enough,” Lucius cautioned the two younger men, his now-sober expression underlining his warning.

Draco nodded and carefully swept a protesting Harry into his arms to carry him up the flight of stairs to the rooms they always used while staying at the Manor. Draco shushed Harry, reminding him that climbing stairs with the jagged piece of diamond-encrusted jade inside himself could cause quite a bit of discomfort. And he knew if anything happened and they had to go to St. Mungo’s or summon a mediwitch, Harry’s name would be plastered all over every Wizarding newspaper in the world.

Arriving at their suite, Draco gently laid Harry on the down coverlet spread across the bed.

“Love, I think the best way to do this, the least painful way for you, would be to basically re-enact what we did earlier. That way you’re well prepared for this blasted thing.” Draco glared at the phallus he was still clutching in his hand.

Harry raised one hand to Draco’s cheek and tipped his face up so he could look into his husband’s beautiful silver eyes. “I trust you, Draco. But this time, my love, I don’t want to come until it’s you inside of me. That way, there will be no chance for mistakes.”

Draco smiled wryly but nodded in understanding before stretching out next to Harry and placing the sweetest of kisses on his full lips. While the kiss started out a bit innocent, it quickly became passionate and consuming. Draco smoothed a hand over Harry’s firmly muscled torso, pulling a quiet moan from the brunet. Harry arched into the hand drawing tantalizing designs on his skin, silently begging for more.

Draco released the phallus and used that hand to stroke Harry’s hard cock, smoothing from the base up over the head then palming the very tip. He locked eyes with Harry as he brought his hand to his mouth and licked the precum off.

“Do it now, Draco,” Harry pleaded. “I want you inside me. Nothing else, just you and me.”

Draco nodded, not trusting his voice. Harry did that to him every time. Just watching his responsive husband was enough to make him so hard he hurt, and tonight he’d gone unrelieved twice. He was going to make love to his husband this time if he had to kill someone to do it.

Draco slowly inserted a finger into Harry after whispering a quick lubricus. Harry whimpered and thrust his hips, finally saying, “More, Draco. Please. You won’t hurt me.”

Draco complied readily, eager to slide more than his fingers into Harry. After he’d stretched Harry enough to insert four fingers, he carefully slid the broken end of the phallus into the brunet and whispered a bit nervously, “Reparo.”

Harry’s eyes rolled back in his head as he felt the two pieces merge, rolling across his prostate. “Dracoooooo. Gods, you, now, in me. Now, now, NOW!”

Draco swiftly pulled the phallus free, drawing a scream of pleasure from Harry. As soon as it was out of Harry’s body, he chucked it over his shoulder and cast a quick healing spell, just in case, before he positioned himself at Harry’s entrance.

“I love you, Harry. Happy Birthday,” he whispered, just before taking Harry’s lips in a shatteringly passionate kiss and driving his hips forward, finding heaven in Harry’s body.

~*~

When Draco left the room with Harry in his arms, Severus turned to Lucius and raised one inky black eyebrow. “You dared to laugh, Luc? I remember how frantic you were when you did the same to me last year. Like father, like son, eh?”

Lucius merely smiled and swept his husband into a long, devouring kiss.

The End.