Fic: Marcus/Draco in Madagascar
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bottom_dracoTitle: Flight of the Madagascar Dragon
Author: Gwen Malfoy
Rating: PG-13 to R
Summary: Drawn for a challenge. Draco and Marcus in Madagascar. Good bloody luck!
Pairings: Marcus Flint/Draco Malfoy
Author’s Notes: Marcus has normal teeth in my mind, so don’t let the horrible representation of him in the movies affect your reading. Also, I don’t know anything about dragons or Madagascar, so I’m writing this based off the assumptions that 1) no one has read ‘Fantastic Beasts and Where To Find Them’ closely enough to contest and 2) Madagascar has jungles and Indian tribe-type people. I’m also not sure of the Ministry’s departments.
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It was only partly due to any genuine interest in dragons that Marcus Flint had ended up in a sweltering jungle in Madagascar.
His genuine interest in dragons was only rooted in his far greater interest in Draco Malfoy, who was, obviously, named for the creature in question. So, really, the trip came around to Draco, as all things in his life seemed to.
He had read in The Daily Prophet that they had found a nest of incredibly rare dragons in Madagascar and that the Ministry’s Department of Magical Creatures was heading the investigation into them. Marcus knew that Draco worked in that department, almost exclusively on dragons. With nothing better to do and with an acute awareness that he very seriously needed a vacation, Marcus had decided to make the trip and see them in person.
He had informed his superiors that he was taking his vacation, packed up, and sat in front of the phone for an hour before his flight, toying with the idea of calling Oliver Weasley, his ex. (Oliver had rather unceremoniously broken it off after two years of on-again-off-again dating and moved out of the flat they shared. When Marcus asked for a reason, Oliver had smirked and said he got the feeling there was someone else. Marcus had told him that he didn’t know the half of it.)
Two days later, he still hadn’t caught a glimpse of either Draco or the dragons.
He woke up on the third day hot, irritable, and covered in mosquito bites, as was quickly becoming the norm. He heaved a sigh and climbed out of his cot. He stopped dead when he stepped out his tent.
Draco Malfoy was standing directly outside the tent, talking to one of the natives in whatever language it was that they spoke--Marcus couldn’t place it.
Draco turned when he came out of the tent and waved two fingers at him.
“Flint; it’s good to see you.” Painfully aware of his state of half-dress and still only partly awake, Marcus blinked and said,
“How did you know I was here?” Draco shrugged.
“One of the people on my team said they’d seen someone I went to school with, so I figured I’d come see. I thought it might be Potter--he’s stalking me, you know.” Draco said, looking rather proud of the fact. He grinned and rubbed Marcus’ sunburned shoulder. “Hot enough for you?”
Draco himself seemed rather unaffected by the heat, despite the deep flush and sheen of sweat that was already present on his still-pale skin.
“It’s--um--yeah.” Marcus stammered. Draco smirked and said,
“I remember you being a bit more articulate. Anyway, come and have dinner with me tonight at around nine and we can catch up, okay?”
“Um--okay.”
“Excellent. Oh--have you seen the dragons yet?”
“No. They said it’s not open to civilians yet.” Draco waved a hand dismissively.
“Don’t be silly, come with me, I’ll show you. They’re really beautiful. I’ll be back in ten minutes or so, okay?”
“Okay.”
___________________________________________________________
The dragons were beautiful, with charcoal grey scales and huge yellow eyes at half-mast.
“They’re nocturnal, so they won’t really bother to wake up while we’re here unless we do something to make them feel threatened.” Draco whispered from beside him, gazing on the dragons with an almost pained expression on his face. “The natives are afraid of them.” He sighed and shook his head. “Idiots. It’s amazing how few of them are left, particularly this kind.”
“They’re amazing.” Marcus said simply. Draco turned to him with an appraising glance.
“I didn’t know you were a dragon man.” Marcus smiled, keeping his eyes on the dragons.
“You have no idea.”
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That night, after taking particular care of his appearance--well, as particular as one could get in the bloody jungle--Marcus went to Draco’s tent, but what he found was not a dinner scene.
Draco turned when he came in and winced.
“I’m sorry, but I have to take a rain check on the dinner--some of the natives got Lanatin--that’s one of the dragons--got her riled up and she did a bit of damage with her wings. They’ve got her restrained, but she needs calming down. Have a seat, though.” He said, gesturing to a chair. Marcus half-way to it as Draco began unbuttoning his shirt.
“What are you doing?” Draco glanced at him.
“I’m changing--not clothes, I mean, I’m an Animagus, dragon form. I’m just gonna change, it’ll make it easier to talk to her.” Marcus made a faint sound and sat.
Draco braced his hands on the tent pole and leaned forward.
“So, what have you been up to? It’s been quite some time since I’ve seen you.” Marcus started to answer, but quickly stopped as the skin of Draco’s back between his shoulder blades parted and the tips of white, scaly wings began to emerge.
“Does it always look like this?” Marcus asked on a single exhalation as the skin around the wings began to turn to blue-green scales.
“I’m only partially transforming.” Draco replied, breathing heavily. “Anything else scares the natives.”
When the wings had come out to half their span, Draco straightened and flexed them, creating a gust of humid air inside the tent. They were huge affairs, white with aqua patches and sharp looking tips. He turned to him and Marcus couldn’t stifle a gasp.
Patches of Draco’s skin all over had turned to scales and his eyes were completely consumed by the same blue-green hue on his wings.
“Oh, God,” Marcus breathed. “You look--”
“Amazing, I know. Animalistic is a good look on me.” Draco said with a grin, flapping his wings in what appeared to be a nonchalant manner. “You like my wings?”
“They’re beautiful. *You’re* beautiful like this.” Draco tipped his chin up and smiled at him.
“Wait for me. This should only take a little while.” He said, and swept out of the tent.
He returned three hours later, and Marcus had long since fallen asleep.
He started awake when Draco came into the tent, slick with sweat and looking like he’d just run a marathon, only without the jubilation.
“Sorry it took so long.” Draco said, crawling up on the bed. He wings retracted and his scales smoothed over. He sat up and rolled his shoulders, wincing sharply.
“Does it hurt when they come out?” Marcus asked curiously, scooting his chair a bit closer.
“Only a bit. It’s just that it takes a little effort to keep from changing completely and they keep wanting to come out to their full-length. It gets pretty painful after awhile.” Marcus paused for a moment, watching Draco bite his lip as he stretched.
“I could rub them if you want.” Draco gave a sigh of relief.
“That’d be great.” He said. He turned his back to Marcus and glanced over his shoulder, his eyes dark with some implacable emotion. “Well?”
Marcus went to the bed. He got to his knees behind Draco and settled down, his thighs pressed against Draco’s. He ran his fingers over Draco’s shoulders for a moment before pressing his thumbs hard into the knotted muscle. Draco let out a thready moan and leaned his head back on Marcus’s shoulder.
“That’s nice.” Draco murmured into his neck, arching his back and forcing them into even closer contact.
“So,” Marcus said, forcing his voice to stay steady. “How’d you come into this job?”
“Well, my parents always had a fondness for dragons, and I guess it just transmitted to me--I’ve always found them fascinating. And yourself?” Draco asked, arching his back again and sliding his arm around to Marcus’s head, forcing the other man to look at him. “How deep does your dragon obsession go?” Marcus slid his hands down Draco’s sides to his slim, white hips and said,
“Quite far.” Draco flicked his tongue out and licked Marcus’s bottom lip.
“Good to know.” He breathed huskily before turning and shoving him back onto the bed.
Then there was only the sound of moans and mosquitoes in the dead of the Madagascar night.
______________________________________________________
The next morning, Marcus awoke cool and alone. He lay staring at the top of the tent for a few minutes, remembering the previous night, Draco writhing beneath him while the faint hum of insects played in their ears. After awhile, he rolled over and discovered a note on Draco’s side of the bed. It read,
Marcus,
Had the usual urgent work, had to run. Join me tonight to see the pack get let out. The flight of the Madagascar dragon is quite a sight to see.
Sincerely,
Draco
Marcus was sure it was.
~FIN~
Author: Gwen Malfoy
Rating: PG-13 to R
Summary: Drawn for a challenge. Draco and Marcus in Madagascar. Good bloody luck!
Pairings: Marcus Flint/Draco Malfoy
Author’s Notes: Marcus has normal teeth in my mind, so don’t let the horrible representation of him in the movies affect your reading. Also, I don’t know anything about dragons or Madagascar, so I’m writing this based off the assumptions that 1) no one has read ‘Fantastic Beasts and Where To Find Them’ closely enough to contest and 2) Madagascar has jungles and Indian tribe-type people. I’m also not sure of the Ministry’s departments.
______________________________________________________
It was only partly due to any genuine interest in dragons that Marcus Flint had ended up in a sweltering jungle in Madagascar.
His genuine interest in dragons was only rooted in his far greater interest in Draco Malfoy, who was, obviously, named for the creature in question. So, really, the trip came around to Draco, as all things in his life seemed to.
He had read in The Daily Prophet that they had found a nest of incredibly rare dragons in Madagascar and that the Ministry’s Department of Magical Creatures was heading the investigation into them. Marcus knew that Draco worked in that department, almost exclusively on dragons. With nothing better to do and with an acute awareness that he very seriously needed a vacation, Marcus had decided to make the trip and see them in person.
He had informed his superiors that he was taking his vacation, packed up, and sat in front of the phone for an hour before his flight, toying with the idea of calling Oliver Weasley, his ex. (Oliver had rather unceremoniously broken it off after two years of on-again-off-again dating and moved out of the flat they shared. When Marcus asked for a reason, Oliver had smirked and said he got the feeling there was someone else. Marcus had told him that he didn’t know the half of it.)
Two days later, he still hadn’t caught a glimpse of either Draco or the dragons.
He woke up on the third day hot, irritable, and covered in mosquito bites, as was quickly becoming the norm. He heaved a sigh and climbed out of his cot. He stopped dead when he stepped out his tent.
Draco Malfoy was standing directly outside the tent, talking to one of the natives in whatever language it was that they spoke--Marcus couldn’t place it.
Draco turned when he came out of the tent and waved two fingers at him.
“Flint; it’s good to see you.” Painfully aware of his state of half-dress and still only partly awake, Marcus blinked and said,
“How did you know I was here?” Draco shrugged.
“One of the people on my team said they’d seen someone I went to school with, so I figured I’d come see. I thought it might be Potter--he’s stalking me, you know.” Draco said, looking rather proud of the fact. He grinned and rubbed Marcus’ sunburned shoulder. “Hot enough for you?”
Draco himself seemed rather unaffected by the heat, despite the deep flush and sheen of sweat that was already present on his still-pale skin.
“It’s--um--yeah.” Marcus stammered. Draco smirked and said,
“I remember you being a bit more articulate. Anyway, come and have dinner with me tonight at around nine and we can catch up, okay?”
“Um--okay.”
“Excellent. Oh--have you seen the dragons yet?”
“No. They said it’s not open to civilians yet.” Draco waved a hand dismissively.
“Don’t be silly, come with me, I’ll show you. They’re really beautiful. I’ll be back in ten minutes or so, okay?”
“Okay.”
___________________________________________________________
The dragons were beautiful, with charcoal grey scales and huge yellow eyes at half-mast.
“They’re nocturnal, so they won’t really bother to wake up while we’re here unless we do something to make them feel threatened.” Draco whispered from beside him, gazing on the dragons with an almost pained expression on his face. “The natives are afraid of them.” He sighed and shook his head. “Idiots. It’s amazing how few of them are left, particularly this kind.”
“They’re amazing.” Marcus said simply. Draco turned to him with an appraising glance.
“I didn’t know you were a dragon man.” Marcus smiled, keeping his eyes on the dragons.
“You have no idea.”
___________________________________________________________
That night, after taking particular care of his appearance--well, as particular as one could get in the bloody jungle--Marcus went to Draco’s tent, but what he found was not a dinner scene.
Draco turned when he came in and winced.
“I’m sorry, but I have to take a rain check on the dinner--some of the natives got Lanatin--that’s one of the dragons--got her riled up and she did a bit of damage with her wings. They’ve got her restrained, but she needs calming down. Have a seat, though.” He said, gesturing to a chair. Marcus half-way to it as Draco began unbuttoning his shirt.
“What are you doing?” Draco glanced at him.
“I’m changing--not clothes, I mean, I’m an Animagus, dragon form. I’m just gonna change, it’ll make it easier to talk to her.” Marcus made a faint sound and sat.
Draco braced his hands on the tent pole and leaned forward.
“So, what have you been up to? It’s been quite some time since I’ve seen you.” Marcus started to answer, but quickly stopped as the skin of Draco’s back between his shoulder blades parted and the tips of white, scaly wings began to emerge.
“Does it always look like this?” Marcus asked on a single exhalation as the skin around the wings began to turn to blue-green scales.
“I’m only partially transforming.” Draco replied, breathing heavily. “Anything else scares the natives.”
When the wings had come out to half their span, Draco straightened and flexed them, creating a gust of humid air inside the tent. They were huge affairs, white with aqua patches and sharp looking tips. He turned to him and Marcus couldn’t stifle a gasp.
Patches of Draco’s skin all over had turned to scales and his eyes were completely consumed by the same blue-green hue on his wings.
“Oh, God,” Marcus breathed. “You look--”
“Amazing, I know. Animalistic is a good look on me.” Draco said with a grin, flapping his wings in what appeared to be a nonchalant manner. “You like my wings?”
“They’re beautiful. *You’re* beautiful like this.” Draco tipped his chin up and smiled at him.
“Wait for me. This should only take a little while.” He said, and swept out of the tent.
He returned three hours later, and Marcus had long since fallen asleep.
He started awake when Draco came into the tent, slick with sweat and looking like he’d just run a marathon, only without the jubilation.
“Sorry it took so long.” Draco said, crawling up on the bed. He wings retracted and his scales smoothed over. He sat up and rolled his shoulders, wincing sharply.
“Does it hurt when they come out?” Marcus asked curiously, scooting his chair a bit closer.
“Only a bit. It’s just that it takes a little effort to keep from changing completely and they keep wanting to come out to their full-length. It gets pretty painful after awhile.” Marcus paused for a moment, watching Draco bite his lip as he stretched.
“I could rub them if you want.” Draco gave a sigh of relief.
“That’d be great.” He said. He turned his back to Marcus and glanced over his shoulder, his eyes dark with some implacable emotion. “Well?”
Marcus went to the bed. He got to his knees behind Draco and settled down, his thighs pressed against Draco’s. He ran his fingers over Draco’s shoulders for a moment before pressing his thumbs hard into the knotted muscle. Draco let out a thready moan and leaned his head back on Marcus’s shoulder.
“That’s nice.” Draco murmured into his neck, arching his back and forcing them into even closer contact.
“So,” Marcus said, forcing his voice to stay steady. “How’d you come into this job?”
“Well, my parents always had a fondness for dragons, and I guess it just transmitted to me--I’ve always found them fascinating. And yourself?” Draco asked, arching his back again and sliding his arm around to Marcus’s head, forcing the other man to look at him. “How deep does your dragon obsession go?” Marcus slid his hands down Draco’s sides to his slim, white hips and said,
“Quite far.” Draco flicked his tongue out and licked Marcus’s bottom lip.
“Good to know.” He breathed huskily before turning and shoving him back onto the bed.
Then there was only the sound of moans and mosquitoes in the dead of the Madagascar night.
______________________________________________________
The next morning, Marcus awoke cool and alone. He lay staring at the top of the tent for a few minutes, remembering the previous night, Draco writhing beneath him while the faint hum of insects played in their ears. After awhile, he rolled over and discovered a note on Draco’s side of the bed. It read,
Marcus,
Had the usual urgent work, had to run. Join me tonight to see the pack get let out. The flight of the Madagascar dragon is quite a sight to see.
Sincerely,
Draco
Marcus was sure it was.
~FIN~
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Date: 2004-05-11 05:12 am (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2004-05-11 08:49 am (UTC)Draco as a dragon... *phurrrrrs* Brillant image!
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