Of Potions and Wings

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Draco opened his eyes and stretched, then winced. He ached, all over and inside, and his body clearly hadn’t recovered from last night’s vigorous activities. He and Severus had woken twice through the night, and both times they had made love again, and Draco was covered in finger-shaped bruises and bite marks, as well as hickeys, since Severus had apparently wanted to mark him all over, claiming every part of his body individually.

 


He sat up and his wings fluttered. He looked down and saw feathers on the bed. He snapped to alertnes in an instant as he cried out in shock, picking them up.

 


Severus’ eyes opened. “Draco, what’s wrong?” He asked, then yawned.

 


“My feathers are falling out!” Draco said in alarm, showing Severus the handful of feathers.

 


Severus sat up and looked him over. “Turn.” He ordered. “Let me look over your wings. We’ll see if we can find the problem.”

 


Draco turned and Severus gasped. Draco’s feathers looked horrible, all ruffled and uneven. He ran one hand down a wing, and showed Draco his hand, which was full of feathers. “I do believe you are moulting.” He told the blond evenly.

 


“Moulting?!” Draco shrieked. “I’m not supposed to moult! My beautiful feathers—“

 


“Will grow back, every bit as lovely as they were before, Love. Don’t worry. It happens to birds several times a year. Perhaps it’s just that time of year for you?” Severus ventured.

 


“I’m not a bird, Severus!” Draco snapped.

 


Severus sighed. “No, you are not. Well, no sense in letting them go to waste. Collect them,” he conjured a small box, “and put them in here. Faurae feathers are very useful in potions, but extremely hard to find. They can substitute for several other ingredients, as well.” He said.

 


Draco glared at him. “You’re going to use what is a traumatic event for me as a way to get rare ingredients?!” He asked reproachfully.

 


Severus blinked. “Waste not, want not, Draco. They’re going to fall out anyway, so why shouldn’t we benefit from it?”

 


Draco moaned. “I don’t want them to fall out!” He mourned.

 


Severus sighed. “Perhaps someday we will figure out why they fell out, but for now, just put them in the box. We will keep them in case we need them.” He said.

 


Draco grumbled, but put the feathers on the bed into the box, then ran his hands over his wings, pulling out the loose feathers and placing them in the box as well. He sadly looked over the bald patches, inspecting them to find that new feathers were starting to peek through the skin. “Well, at least they’re growing back fast.” He mused.

 


Severus got up and dressed, covering the scratch marks on his back and the hickeys dotted all over his chest, then headed for the door.

 


“Where are you going?” Draco demanded.

 


“I’m going to look through the few books I have on Faurae for any mention of moulting and why or when it occurs. I don’t remember seeing anything on it, but maybe I overlooked something because it didn’t apply to me.” Severus answered.

 


Draco watched him go, then sighed. He tried to retract his wings, but found that no matter how hard he tried, they simply wouldn’t retract. He had no option but to let them stay out for as long as it took for them to be done molting. He got up and called for Pippy, pulling on boxers and trousers, but leaving his top half bare. There was no sense in getting feathers stuck in one of his shirts, after all.

 


Pippy appeared with a ‘pop.’ “Yes, Master Draco?” She asked, eager to be of service.

 


Draco ran a hand over his face. “I appear to be moulting. Can you pick up any feathers I drop and put them in this box?” He asked, handing her the box of feathers he’d already collected.

 


Pippy nodded, ears flapping with the motion. “Yes, Master Draco! Pippy will be sure to save all the feathers! When Master Draco has lost all his feathers, where would he like Pippy to put the box?”

 


“On the bed will be fine. Severus can decide what he wants to do with them later.” Draco said. He got out of bed and headed down the stairs to join Severus, who was most likely in the library, trailing feathers as he went.

 


Pippy followed behind him, picking up the feathers and putting them in the box happily.

 


Draco wandered into the library and sat in a chair next to Severus at the table, looking at the two books the man wasn’t currently looking through. “Find anything yet?” He asked.

 


Severus looked him over, then shook his head.

 


Draco’s wings fluttered, loosing a few more feathers, and Pippy popped in to pick them up.

 


“I see you’ve enlisted Pippy’s help in dealing with this.” Severus said in amusement.

 


Draco shrugged. “She’s happy to do it, which is more tham I can say for myself. Why shouldn’t I give the task to someone that will enjoy it?” He asked.

 


The house-elf left them alone again.

 


“Indeed.” Severus agreed. “Well, since you’re here, pick up a book. I don’t see anything relevant in this one, but there may be something in the others.” He told the blond.

 


Draco picked up a book and looked through the index. He found one mention of moulting, and turned to that page, then sighed when he found it.

 


‘Faurae wings will moult several times during a submissive Faurae’s lifetime, but Faurae will not reveal when those times are, and are close-lipped about the reasons they moult, so no further information is available.’

 


“I don’t think we’re going to have much luck.” Draco said, showing the passage to Severus.

 


Severus scanned it, then nodded. “You are likely right. I do sometimes wish we as a species were not so secretive, but there is nothing to be done about it.” He decided, closing the book he was looking through.

 


Draco huffed, his wings twitched, and a few more feathers dropped to the floor.

 


Pippy popped into the room to pick them up.

 


“Severus, I can’t retract my wings.” Draco stated morosely.

 


Severus raised a brow. “Most likely due to the moulting. I’m sure you will be able to retract them again once they are back to normal.” He said.

 


Draco sighed. “Well, this is a lovely start to our honeymoon.” He perked up. “I still haven’t sucked you, and now you have no reason to not let me.” He pointed out.

 


Severus smirked. “No, I do not.” He replied evenly.

 


Draco got up and walked over to Severus, kneeling in front of him. “I’m going to enjoy this.” He purred, opening the man’s trousers and taking out his cock. He leaned forward and swirled his tongue around the tip, tasting Severus for the first time since their stay at the Dragonseye Hotel. He hummed in pleasure as the taste of pepper exploded on his taste buds. He sucked Severus in deeper, using his tongue to massage the underside of his cock as Severus had done to him last night. It was difficult, as Severus’ cock was so thick it left little room for maneuvering, but he managed well enough, he thought.

 


Severus didn’t seem to mind, if his harsh panting was anything to go by. The man’s fingers carded through Draco’s hair, gently urging him to take Severus deeper. “Relax your throat, Draco.” The man said in a near whisper.

 


Draco relaxed his throat as best he could, then looked up, meeting the man’s eyes.

 


Severus guided his head down further, and Draco felt Severus’ cock sliding into his throat. He gagged and pulled back.

 


Severus chuckled. “For a first try, that was very good. We’ll work on it.” He said.

 


Draco licked his lips, then took Severus’ cock into his mouth again, sucking on it and taking him in deep, now that he’d gotten a feel for what it was like. He gagged a few times, but it was getting easier to do.

 


He looked up at Severus, who gasped at the sight. The gagging had caused tears to pool in Draco’s eyes, and he looked angelic, even with his mouth stretched wide around Severus’ thick length. Severus growled, his fingers tightening in Draco’s hair. “Merlin, Draco, you’re so beautiful like that.” He told the blond.

 


He heard Draco hum, and knew that if the blond’s mouth weren’t so very full, he would be smiling.

 


As the hum vibrated along his length, his head fell back and he gasped. “Draco, if you don’t want a mouthful of my come, stop sucking now and we can finish me off another way.”

 


Draco’s brow furrowed and he hummed again.

 


Severus was sure that was Draco’s way of telling him he’d swallow, or die trying. He looked back down at the blond, almost coming at the sight.

 


Draco took him in deep once more, gagging, and that was all it took.

 


Severus came as the blond pulled back just enough to breathe, and Draco’s eyes snapped to his as his mouth was flooded with come.

 


The blond swallowed as much as he could, but a bit of it still escaped his mouth, sliding down his chin as he pulled back, licking his lips. He wiped the semen off his chin and sucked on the finger with a smug look in his eyes. “That was fun.” He said, his voice rough from having a cock down his throat. “We need to do that more often.”

 


Severus growled and pulled Draco up into his lap, kissing him. He could taste himself in the blond’s mouth, and he found he quite liked it. He pulled away and smiled at him. “How did it taste?” He asked curiously.

 


Draco smiled. “Like pepper.” He answered happily.

 


“Is that how I smell to you?” Severus asked.

 


Draco nodded, then leaned in to sniff at Severus’ neck. “I like it. Father always complains that I use it far too much, but it’s never stopped me from using it at almost every meal.” He said, trailing his lips over the warm skin. “I like hot foods, you know that.”

 


Severus hummed. “Strange, but it never tasted that way to me. Have you ever tried you own?” He asked the blond.

 


Draco pulled away and flushed, but nodded. “Yes. I didn’t like it as much as I liked yours, though.”

 


Severus’ brow furrowed. “So you didn’t find yours sweet, I’m assuming?”

 


Draco shook his head. “Not at all.”

 


“To me, yours is utterly sweet and intoxicating.” Severus answered. “Hm, that is odd. Perhaps there are pheromones in the ejaculate, and that’s why we can’t detect them ourselves, but we can taste each other’s?” He wondered aloud.

 


Draco huffed out a short laugh. “I don’t really care so much, Sev. Why not just enjoy it?” He asked.

 


Severus smirked. “Are you telling me you don’t want to conduct a few experiments with me?”

 


“Are they naked experiments?” Draco asked, eyes gleaming.

 


“Part of them will be conducted in the nude, yes. The other part involves brewing, so those parts will need to be conducted with clothing on, I’m afraid.” Severus said in amusement.

 


Draco licked his lips. “Well, the naked part sounds like fun. When do we start?” He asked.

 


“If you’re hard, we can collect a sample right now. And who knows, perhaps one sample will not be enough.” Severus said lightly, summoning a small vial from the kitchen, where he kept a few extras he had no need for in his potions lab.

 


Draco hummed. “Yes, I’m hard. How do you want me?”

 


“Remove your trousers,” Severus instructed and Draco slid off his lap and began to strip, “then sit with your back against my chest, legs spread wide.”

 


Draco sat on his lap, spreading his legs and draping his knees over Severus’ legs as his wings pressed against Severus’ chest, trapped between their bodies.

 


Severus reached down to stroke his cock, holding the vial in front of Draco’s cock.

 


Draco moaned, leaning his head back against Severus’ shoulder. “Yeah, that’s good. A little harder... Faster... Mm, just like that.” He began panting as his hips started moving in time with Severus’ strokes.

 


Severus chuckled. “Enjoying yourself, Mr. Malfoy?” He purred in Draco’s ear.

 


Draco moaned and came, shuddering against Severus’ body as Severus collected his come in the vial.

 


“No fair, using your classroom voice against me like that.” Draco protested weakly, slumped against Severus’ chest.

 


Severus kissed the side of Draco’s neck. “It may not have been fair, exactly, but it was nonetheless effective.” He stated. “Now I’m going to go brew. You may join me if you dress first.”

 


Draco took the chair and waved him away. “Go ahead and brew. I’m going to sit here and try to get my brain to solidify. I think it melted just now.”

 


Severus chuckled as he headed to his lab.

 


Draco walked into the kitchen and told Pippy to bring him tea and a light breakfast, preferably something Elven.

 


He picked up the paper and choked when he saw the front page.

 


There was a picture of Harry there from a few years back, but the damning part was the headline: “Boy-Who-Lived is a Faurae!”

 


Draco groaned, slapping his forehead with his free hand. “Harry, damn it, we didn’t want You-Know-Who to find out!” He said in exasperation, knowing it was futile now. He’d know before the day was out.

 


Pippy appeared with tea and a dish of sliced tikka, a fruit that grew only in the forests where there were Elves to tend it, since it was a delicate plant and it reacted badly to human magic.

 


Draco took a bite and savored it. “Thank you, Pippy, this is wonderful!” He moaned in bliss.

 


Pippy beamed at him. “Pippy bes happy to serve Master Draco! Master Draco bes making Master Severus very happy!”

 


Draco chuckled. “Oh, trust me, he makes me happy, too.” He assured her.

 


‘If I have my way,’ He mused, ‘we’ll be making each other happy for many years to come.’