Finders, Keepers

Disclaimer: I own neither Harry Potter nor Gundam Wing. I am making no money from this work of fanfiction. Also, in chapter 6, the lyrics to the song that Harry sings are also not mine—they belong to J.K. Rowling.

Summary: The war is over, and Harry has made a startling discovery: he has an older brother, who is a Muggle (most likely), who was adopted away before he was ever born. Crossover with Gundam Wing. Pairing: Heero/Harry Post DH (no epilogue), and Endless Waltz


Finders, Keepers
Chapter 7

Heero sat at the computer in his office, working on the security problem. It had been a few days since the disturbance, but he and his people had yet to find the cause.

It irritated him.

Duo wasn’t happy, either. Neither was Harry, who was under the watchful eye of at least one former Gundam pilot at all times—even when sleeping.

The other guys seemed okay with this arrangement, but Heero was conflicted. Yesterday, he had lucked out and gotten a three hour block during one of Duo’s rare “vacation work meetings.” Duo had actually finished early, and come in halfway through to drag Harry off, so he and Heero had only spent an hour and a half alone together.

Today, though, Heero had drawn the night shift. The second night shift, to be exact. Duo had to sleep sometime, and when he did, his friends go to look after his little brother.

Harry should be sleeping when Heero got to his room, and should stay that way until he left. Harry would be vulnerable, helpless, and if Trowa was telling the truth, practically naked.

It pushed all of Heero’s buttons. He was dreading doing this, but at the same time, he was looking forward to it like a child for Christmas. Harry had given him more sexual satisfaction through fantasy alone, than his last three boyfriends could muster with full access to his body.

In less than a week, the number of Harry fantasies had exceeded the number of Relena fantasies he had ever used.

Heero sighed, shutting off his computer and stretching out the kinks in his back. He really needed to relieve this tension before he did something he would most likely, probably regret—at least, when Duo was around.

Unfortunately, he was out of time. He needed to be in Harry’s room in ten minutes. If he walked quickly, he would make it there on time.

***

Harry heard the door open, and rolled over in bed, pulling the covers over his head to keep the light from reaching him. Quatre must be leaving, and one of the others coming to “guard” him.

Harry was getting fairly tired of having a constant companion. He hadn’t even been able to check his mirror for messages since there was always someone up his arse.

The only good part of this was that he was guaranteed to spend time alone—or near enough—with Heero every couple of days. The other grew even more gorgeous every time Harry saw him.

Harry didn’t see Heero today. He’d spent fifteen hours with Duo, though, so that was probably why. The only reason Duo left him at all was because he had to sleep, and he couldn’t watch Harry while doing that.

Duo was a great big brother, but Harry was getting fed up with how he treated hi. Just because Duo had been in the Muggle war and was some kind of cop didn’t mean Harry was weak.

Even disregarding Harry’s part in his own war—which Duo didn’t know about—Harry had been taking care of himself since he was a small child. He didn’t need a bodyguard—he just wanted a brother!

The door closed, and Harry rolled back to his preferred side, facing the door. He couldn’t make out who would be watching him sleep tonight (which Harry just found creepy), but it didn’t really matter, unless it was Heero—which would be a whole other kind of torture.

Harry closed his eyes, and tried to go back to sleep. Having another person in the room while he slept made him nervous.

***

“Harry?” Heero whispered, creeping up to the bed, where the boy slept. There was no answer. Good—he must be sleeping deep.

Harry slept on his side. His hand rested on the pillow, and he bit his thumb. Heero’s eyes were drawn to Harry’s full lips, and he was reminded of a fantasy where they featured prominently.

Heero groaned and adjusted himself. Being here, now, was bad for his self-control.

He wanted to climb in the bed with Harry. He could see himself, pinning Harry to the bed. He would strip Harry of his sleeping clothes, and worship that thin body with his tongue.

Harry would lavish in the attention. He would moan and writhe under Heero’s fingers, begging him to do more, do it harder. . .

“Mmm,” Harry whined, twisting onto his back. He thrashed on the bed, kicking the covers off and spreading his legs. “Nng.” His hand wandered down from the pillow to grab at his pants.

There was a distinct bulge poking at Harry’s pajama bottoms.

Heero couldn’t take it any more. He felt something snap in the back of his head, and attacked, leaping onto the bed. He pushed Harry’s legs further apart and settled between them. He ground his erection into Harry’s, and assaulted his neck.

Harry moaned and stroked himself faster. Heero grabbed his hand and drew it above his head.

“Please,” Harry whimpered. “Please touch me.” His eyes opened, boring into Heero’s.

Heero obeyed, his hand diving under the band of Harry’s pants to seek him out. He found Harry’s dick and gave it a squeeze.

“Merlin. Merlin—God.” Harry panted, wrapping his legs around Heero’s waist. He gripped Heero’s neck with his free hand and dragged his head down.

Their lips met for the first time. Harry licked Heero’s mouth, and Heero welcomed him in. As Harry sucked on his tongue, Heero sped up the pace of his strokes.

Harry broke away from Heero, turning his head to cry out. “Oh, god,” he breathed. “Faster, Heero. Oh, please, faster.”

Heero squeezed Harry, and did as he was asked.

Harry sang at that and seized Heero’s ass, grinding their groins together. “Fuck me,” he whispered. “Fuck me, Heero. I need you to.”

Heero let go of Harry’s neck and looked into his eyes. Heero was achingly hard. He longed to open up Harry and fill him until Heero was all he knew. But. . .”I don’t have anything with me.”

Harry let go of Heero’s ass and reached blindly toward the nightstand. “Use this.” Harry pushed a tube of lube and a condom in Heero’s hand. “Now please, please, please, just fuck me.”

Heero’s cock twitched. How could he say no? He couldn’t disappoint Duo’s little—Harry. He couldn’t disappoint Harry.

Heero slid off Harry, missing the contact as soon as it was gone. Harry fisted himself as Heero stripped, staring in Heero’s direction.

“I wish I could see you,” Harry said. It’s so dark in here.”

Heero could see Harry perfectly—sometimes, he forgot how sharp his senses were.

“The cameras will pick us up if we turn on the lights.” It must be too dark in here for the TV Room techs to see them, or somebody would already be busting down the door. If Duo saw this, he would be murderous.

Heero hesitated. He didn’t want his best friend angry with him. Every fight they’d ever had—and there had been a fair few—would pale in comparison to the one that would follow this. Duo might even shoot him again.

Harry pulled off his pants, and threw them on the floor. Heero climbed on top of the naked boy before he thought.

Duo would get over it eventually. Probably.

Heero bit open the condom wrapper, and made to put it on. Harry grabbed it from him.

“I want to,” Harry said. He rolled it onto Heero’s dick, and Heero shuddered. He wouldn’t make it to the sex if Harry kept touching him like that. He wouldn’t mind, but Harry might.

“Stop,” Heero ordered.

Harry removed his hand and put it on the back of Heero’s head. “Kiss me.”

Heero complied, bring his lips down to meet Harry’s. He kissed him softly, so afraid to break him. Harry opened his mouth and drew Heero in. Their tongues danced together. Harry’s mouth was hot. Heero drowned in the feel of him.

As they kissed, Harry twined his fingers with Heero’s. He slowly brought Heero’s hand to rest on his ass. Heero took the hint, and gathered some more lube on his fingers, his lips never leaving Harry’s.

He pushed one finger into Harry, who whimpered into Heero’s mouth. He was so tight, like he’d never been fucked before. He did everything right, though—he didn’t tighten his muscles; he pushed back on Heero’s fingers. He couldn’t be a virgin.

Still, Heero had to check. He tore his mouth from Harry’s, his fingers plundering Harry’s ass. “Are you a—”

“No—don’t stop,” Harry said, dragging Heero back down. “Keep going. Heero. Kiss me, shag me, whatever you want. Just don’t stop.”

Heero added another finger and latched onto Harry’s neck. Harry screeched as Heero fingered him faster, his hips pumping off of the bed. “Do it now. Please, Heero. Please, fuck me.”

Heero—ever obedient—threw Harry’s legs over his shoulders. He removed his fingers with a squelch, and replaced them with something much better.

Harry bit Heero’s shoulder, muffling a scream and drawing blood. The slight pain effectively distracted Heero from the pure bliss he was encased in.

He dropped his head to Harry’s chest and pumped his hips, experimentally. Harry was too tight. He would never last.

Harry squeezed, and tears leaked from Heero’s eyes. “You’re—so—fucking—perfect,” he growled, punctuating each word with a thrust of his hips.

“Merlin,” Harry panted, wrapping an arm around Heero’s shoulders, holding him tight. “Harder. Fuck me harder.”

Heero growled. Harry’s words affected him. He grabbed Harry’s hands and pushed them above his head. He would block everything but himself from Harry’s mind. Harry would scream his name.

“Heero, Heero, Heero,” Harry moaned, writhing to Heero’s rhythm. Heero fucked Harry faster, harder, his balls drawing close to his body as he neared his peak.

Sweat dripped off him, falling into his eyes. He gripped Harry’s hip with one hand, holding him in place. Harry keened and struggled against his other hand, forcing Harry’s wrists to the bed.

“I’m close, Heero, so close,” Harry pleaded. “Please, let me—” He broke off, moaning as Hero rubbed his prostate. “Oh, God, do that again.”

Heero pumped his hips, pushing Harry’s body forward with the strength of his thrusts. The bed shook. He sped up more as he approached his orgasm, his rhythm thrown off.

Harry clenched his ass, squeezing Heero’s dick, and he was thrown over the edge. Heero came, stronger than he ever had. His hands clenched as he rode out his orgasm, his hips moving erratically.

He slumped onto Harry’s chest when it was over, his breathing labored. He released Harry’s wrists and pushed his legs off his shoulders.

Heero pulled out with a wet sound, and Harry whimpered.

“Please,” Harry whispered. “Please.”

Heero looked down at Harry’s dick—still rock-hard. He lathed his tongue against Harry’s chest, and fisted Harry’s dick, letting go of his hip.

“Yes,” Harry moaned, as Heero worked his way down Harry’s body. “Oh, fuck, yes.”

Heero loosened his grip as he sucked on Harry’s flat belly. He alternated between squeezing Harry and gently stroking hi.

Heero reached Harry’s groin, and blew on his dick. It twitched and Harry threw his head back, howling.

“Please. Oh, please, suck me,” Harry whimpered, pushing his hips up.

Heero pushed Harry’s hips down and held them, trapping Harry underneath him. He slowly tongued the underside of Harry’s cock, and licked his way to the head.

Harry made a strangled noise, and pushed up onto his elbows.

Heero took the head of Harry’s dick in his mouth and sucked. Harry threw his head back, muffling a scream with his hand. Heero smiled around Harry and lowered his mouth until Harry’s cock touched the back of his throat. He steeled himself, and took in the rest of Harry, his chin resting on Harry’s balls, his lips at the base of Harry’s cock.

He swallowed once, and Harry came, keening. Heero sucked Harry throughout his orgasm, rubbing his chin against Harry’s balls.

When Harry was through—when he had spilled every last drop of semen that Heero could suck out of him—Heero swallowed, licking his lips to make sure he got it all.

He looked up at Harry, who smiled lazily at him. “Come ‘ere,” Harry drawled, tugging at Heero’s shoulder. Heero dutifully slip up beside Harry, his arms going around Harry’s waist. Harry tucked his head under Heero’s chin, and slung an arm over him. “Don’t leave before I wake up, okay?”

Hero nodded, pressing a kiss to Harry’s hair. Now that the moment was over, all the reasons why it shouldn’t have happened came flooding back to him. He pushed them away, and concentrated on the fell of Harry in his arms.

***

The next morning, Harry woke alone. Actually, he woke to find somebody rummaging around his room, who was not the person he went to sleep with.

There no sign of Heero.

“Morning, Wufei,” he yawned, sliding out of bed. Too late, he realized that he should be naked. Luckily, someone had dressed hm. He was wearing the same pair of pajama pants he’d gone to bed in the night before.

Now, Harry was really disappointed. He must have dreamed the whole thing.

“Who did that to you?” Wufei demanded, striding across the room.

“Uh, what?” Harry asked, stretching. He was sore all over, his muscles tight.

“That,” Wufei said, waving to Harry’ chest.

Harry frowned and looked down. He didn’t see anything wrong, except for a weird purple bruise below his belly button. Startled, Harry held his wrists to his face. Even with his glasses off, he could make out the bruises there. One was multi-colored, purple and yellow and blue, indicating a new bruise atop an old one.

He lunged onto the bed and grabbed his glasses from the far nightstand. In doing so, he mussed up the covers, revealing a used condom. Heero had forgotten to remove the condom after their first round, and it must have fallen off when he softened.

Harry hastily moved the quilt to cover it, and climbed off the bed. He rushed to the mirror, and took a good look at himself.

Duo would have a fit. Harry was a mass of black and purple bruises, from the ones on his neck, to the ones plastered across his sides. The worst ones were at his hips. He could make out the lines of Heero’s fingers where he’d held Harry. Harry turned around, and tried to look at his back.

After their first round of sex, he and Heero had taken a quick catnap, and awoke ready for another go. Heero was even better the second time around, which made it all the more frustrating that he’d left without a word.

“Were you forced?” Wufei asked, standing by the bed.

Harry whipped around, his hand leaving the mark on his hip. “What? No! What makes you say that?”

“The, um, the pattern of marks makes it appears as though you were held down.” Wufei looked away.

“I was.” Harry didn’t want Wufei to worry—he was the only one here who treated Harry like a capable adult. He couldn’t stand it if that changed, and he was left being seen as a helpless child by everyone. “Not against my will, though. I was, er, very willing.”

Wufei huffed, and strode to the window. “Good. Whoever it was, Duo will kill them quickly, then.”

Harry narrowed his eyes. “Duo isn’t going to do anything, because Duo isn’t going to find out.”

“If the cameras recorded it, Duo has already found the guy and strung him up.”

“The cameras don’t work near me.” Harry said. “I’m surprised I didn’t cause another black-out, truth be told.”

He went to the closet and began rummaging through his new clothes. He needed something help camouflage his bruises. He could use a charm to cover most of it, but he was pants at make up spells. He would need help.

“You won’t tell him, will you?” Harry asked, coming out of the closet. Harry bit his lip. Wufei had agreed to keep magic a secret, not Harry’s sexual escapades.

“Of course not,” Wufei huffed, sitting on the bed. He immediately stood back up, a look up utter disgust on his face. “Just make sure that when Duo does found out—and he will—that he doesn’t know I knew. And I don’t want to know who it was!”

A smile broke out on Harry’s face. “It’s a deal.”

Harry made to open the door, but Wufei grabbed him. “You might want to put a shirt on, first.”

Harry blushed, and ran to the dresser to grab a t-shirt. “Thanks.”

Wufei nodded.

Harry got his wand whiel he was at it. He would need that to disguise the bruises. Hopefully, it would do the job—his phoenix feather wand had been acting funny, lately. Big spells seemed to backfire, or do the opposite of their intended effct. Only small charms—like the tooth cleaning one—worked properly.

“Okay,” Harry said, gathering his things together. “Take me to the bath, Oh Great Protector.” He snickered at the look Wufei gave him.

***

Heero and Duo were once again in Heero’s office, going over the plans for the day. They had discussed it last night, but both of them preferred to get together the morning of, to go over any last-minute details.

Trowa’s circus was in town, and Duo would be taking Harry to see it, since Harry had never been to one. Next, Duo would take him to the moon—Harry had never been there, either.

Heero pushed down his irritation. He was angry with himself, not Duo and certainly not Harry. Heero was in the wrong, here. He had defile a child—twice—and then run away.

This morning, he just couldn’t bear to look at Harry.

He couldn’t remember why he did what he did. Yes, he was attracted to Harry, so much that it made him shiver just thinking his name, but he had been attracted to many people over the years. Heero had never mauled anyone like he did last night. He had sexually attacked Duo’s little brother.

Even though Harry had said yes—many times, and in a variety of ways—Heero still felt like he had taken advantage of him. The boy had been asleep, and Heero had molested him awake.

He’d never had a sexual experience even remotely similar. Everything he wanted to do, he did. He didn’t hold back for fear of hurting or upsetting Harry. He wanted to follow Harry’s every command—and he did.

His lust overrode his sense.

If he had been thinking straight, he never would have done it. Unfortunately, he had, and now he had to deal with the consequences.

The first step was to tell Duo. Heero made to interrupt his friend, when the door banged open.

“Sirs!” Imad saluted. He was a new Maguanac, usually relegated to menial tasks.

“What is it?” Duo snarled. He had been talking about the measures they would need to take to secure the circus.

Imad looked straight ahead, not acknowledging Duo’s bad mood. Usually, Heero would say something to diffuse any tension, but he was just as growly as Duo today. Maybe more so.

“Sirs, I-I—I was told by Rashid to come get you,” he boy stuttered. He was about Harry’s age.

“What’s going on?” Heero asked, forcing his voice to be pleasant.

“I don’t—I don’t know, sir,” Imad apologized. “Rashid didn’t tell me.”

Heero stood up and slung on his jacket. Duo did the same.

“Is he in the usual place?” Heero asked, striding out the door. Imad nodded, so he took the hall that would lead him to the TV Room.

***

“Do you think we’re doing the right thing?” Ron asked, slumping on a bench outside of the grounds.

“Yes!” Hermione and George yelled in unison, which was kind of scary. They were pacing across the road, which was the way Muggles transported themselves.

Ron absently scratched his arm. He’d felt itchy ever since they landed in the spaceport. Even filled with people, the colony felt empty.

“How was he, the last time you saw him?” Ron asked his brother.

“Sick. Pale. Thin,” George rattled off. “He didn’t east the whole time he was in the hospital—and then he just runs off without so much as a by-your-leave.”

“I can’t believe we didn’t notice,” Hermione said, her shoulders hunched. She sat next to Ron. “I was so concerned with my parents, I didn’t really look at Harry, even when we talked.” Her eyes glistened, and Ron knew she was blaming herself.

He threw an arm around her shoulder, and she leaned into him.

“Do you think we should have brought a Healer?” Ron asked. If Harry was sick, he needed treatment immediately. Ron had seen enough people die—including Harry—to let his best friend neglect his health, for any reason.

“Tried that,” George said, kicking a pebble. “No takers. Not even the one who treated him at St. Mungos.”

“Oh.” Ron looked down. “Do you think Harry’s expecting us?”

“If he’s not, it’s his now sodding fault. I must have left a dozen messages on his mirror, myself,” George said. “He’s lucky we didn’t bring Mum.”

George stormed back and forth up the short path. They had announced themselves as Harry’s friends ten minutes ago, but had yet to be let on to the massive property.

Maybe Harry had told them not to let the trio in? If that was the case, Ron would blast the gates open. It shouldn’t take them too long to find Harry. Then they could grab him, and haul his arse back to England.

“Please proceed to the building on the right,” a voice said from somewhere above their heads. Ron didn’t know how they did it—some kind of Muggle Sonorous to confuse enemies, probably.

The gates opened, and Ron, Hermione, and George filed through. Harry better be in that bloody room, or Ron was going to get pissy.