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Fic "Personal Dragons"~ Harry Potter: Charlie
Title: Personal Dragons
Author: auntbijou
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: None really
Summary: Tattoos can sometimes lead to important discoveries about oneself, and not always what one expects...
Word Count: 2,719
Disclaimer: It all belongs to JK Rowling, not me, alas, not me. It is for entertainment purposes only, and no money is being made from it. Or I'd have no mortgage.
A/N: Written for the bbtp_challenge on Insanejournal, and inspired by a photo that Minxie and I both squeed over muchly, and decided that Charlie most absolutely had to have one.




Charlie lay back, closed his eyes, and thought of England.

It had seemed like a good idea at the time, he thought briefly as he took slow, deep breaths and forced himself to relax. The tattoo wizard was almost done cleaning his skin, prepping it for the magical tattoo... well, it wasn't completely magical. The inks were, and the charms to bring the tattoo to life definitely were, but the process of putting the ink into the skin... that still had to be done the old fashioned way. With needles.

Charlie was most definitely not looking at the needle gun that would be shortly poised over his most prized possession.

A sudden memory of the conversation that had started it all came to mind and he smiled as it overtook him. Lying on his back in the softness of furs, legs splayed open as a dark head kissed its way down his chest and belly, working wonders on his libido, and then bright ice-blue eyes were twinkling up at him. "My friend, your dragon is... most impressive."

Charlie chuckled. "Thank you. It's one of the benefits of being a Weasley."

Vasily paused. "Benefits?"

Charlie leaned back and crossed his arms behind his head, grinning at his fellow dragon handler. "All the Weasley men are generously endowed." He hissed when a warm tongue licked slowly up his length.

"Yes, I think your dragon is enjoying this greatly," purred Vasily. He kissed the tip, watching it twitch before taking it in his mouth for a long, slow suck.

"Like my dragon, do you?" asked Charlie breathily. He hummed when Vasily kneaded his belly with a firm hand.

"Da," said the dark-haired man, licking up the sturdy length and flicking his tongue under the head. "It's a very good dragon. See?" and he touched the tip with his tongue. "Here is head... well shaped, strong jaw..." he slid his tongue under the glans, caressing it, "nice, full neck," and his tongue stroked down the shaft. "He is a good, strong dragon." The bright blue eyes looked up at him slyly. "He will mate well."

"Ouch!" Charlie opened his eyes, pulled from his memories and back to the present. The tattoo wizard was watching him with concern, the hand gripping his cock impersonal but firm.

"You all right?"

Charlie took in a deep breath, let it out slowly, then nodded. "Yeah, you just... caught me by surprise. Sorry."

The tattoo wizard's dark eyes glittered as he leaned back, considering Charlie carefully. "Are you sure you want to go through with this?" Charlie forced himself to meet the man's eyes calmly. Well, at least as calmly as he could manage, considering the man was holding his "dragon" in one hand, his wand in the other. "It's not for everyone, and there's no shame in backing out..."

It had taken Charlie a long time to find a tattoo wizard who practiced tebori, and even longer to find one who practiced the wizarding version of it. He had certainly traveled far enough for it, and he was not going to back out now. "I want this, Enjo-san," he said, keeping his voice low and calm. "I've wanted this for a long, long time. I'm not backing out." He sat up and bowed from the waist. "Please, Enjo-san, I would be most honored if you would tattoo me."

Enjo was silent, then slowly nodded. "Very well. However, I think I will make a few changes." He raised his hand to quell Charlie's protests, and fixed a glare on the younger man until he quieted, then nodded slowly. "I will cast a charm that will keep you fully engorged. This will enable me to not only mark the design on your ... dragon," and Enjo allowed a small smile to cross his lips, "but it will also allow me to make the outline, and then accomplish the shading and coloring as well."

"You said there would be no pain blocking charms," began Charlie, and Enjo raised his hand again.

"And there will be none," Enjo said, raising his wand. "That is important as well. You will feel every prick of the needles. However, I think it will be a very different experience than you expect." He moved his wand over Charlie's groin, murmuring softly in Japanese, and Charlie suddenly let out a slow exhalation at the sensation of sudden fullness in his groin, a fullness that seemed to flow into the organ that had gone limp only moments before. It grew hard and full before his eyes, and he looked back up at the tattoo wizard.

"Is this... normal?"

"Yes," said the small man with a smile as he turned to the pile of cushions in the corner and began directing them around Charlie's body. "If it becomes uncomfortable, tell me and I will adjust the charm." Charlie's body rose and the cushions were arranged under him, until he was lying with his hips higher than his head, legs splayed wide. "Relax," said Enjo softly. "The prick you felt earlier was only to test your resolve. For now, I only mark the design in place. Soon, though, we will begin."

Charlie lay back and closed his eyes. Finally, after three years of thinking about it, searching for artists, and working up the nerve to actually do it, he was going to get the tattoo that he felt expressed his feelings about his career choice.

Enjo's hands were cool, and moved deftly over the areas that were to be tattooed. He felt the cold touch of a brush after the tingle of cleaning charms, and opened his eyes to see the man focused on marking the design. The fine brush moved over his penis, and groin, then down to his balls, and he closed his eyes, forcing himself not to squirm at the wet tickling sensation on his most sensitive skin. It seemed to go on for hours. It wasn't unbearable. In fact, it was almost... enjoyable. When it stopped, he opened his eyes, and saw Enjo putting the brush away. "Still with me, dragon handler?" he said with a slight curve to his lips.

"Yeah," said Charlie, hoping he showed no sign of what that brush had done to him.

Enjo nodded, and reached for a series of thin, metal rods. "Are you ready to begin?"

It hurt. It hurt like bloody fuck at first. He'd expected that. After all, this tattoo was going on his bits, and that was always the most sensitive part of a bloke's anatomy. What he hadn't expected was that it would change. That the pain would become this... pleasant hum in his ears, that the constant, "shaa, shaa, shaa" of the needles would become like a quiet whisper, and his breathing slowed, his eyes fluttered as his head fell back in the cushion under it, and he actually moaned at one point. He wasn't... aroused, exactly, but the steady movement of the needles, the swipe of a cloth over his skin that wiped away the ink, the touch of Enjo's fingertips, gripping his cock and turning it, pushing his leg further out, turning his sac as he sought a better angle, it all melded into the hum, into the spacey feeling that seemed to wrap around him and float him above all the sensations...

"Dragon handler? Dragon handler..."

He opened his eyes to see the tattoo wizard leaning over him. "Yeah?" he said dreamily.

"We start the shading now."

He sighed and arched his back, feeling the pricking starting at the lowest part of his belly, where the wings of the dragon spread over where his thighs joined his body. A hand smoothed down his thigh, and he felt the pricking again, the swipe of the cloth, the slightest sting of the potion used to both cleanse and disinfect the area being tattooed... he sighed again, turning his head and staring at the picture pinned to the corkboard wall, the reference Enjo was using as he worked. He looked at the wide-spread wings on the drawing and then closed his eyes. With every push of the needles, the picture grew against his eyelids. First, the outline, and now, the outline gained substance, shading filing in mass, moving up the sides of his shaft to emphasize the scales. He floated blissfully, the picture gaining more detail in his mind, vaguely hearing Enjo telling him that he was starting the coloring process. Time had no place here, nor did pain, not really. It was as Enjo had said, it was very different than he had expected. Very different from the experiences described to him from other dragon handlers at the Preserve, experiences that required fire whiskey, or someone gripping their hand hard, or gritted teeth. There had been pain, but this... this seemed to transcend the pain, seemed to lift him above it in a way he'd never experienced before. It was as if he were discovering a whole new part of himself that he hadn't even known existed, a part that maybe explained why he felt so fulfilled in his chosen career... and yet, at the same time, explained something that he hadn't even known was missing. And somehow, he knew he was going to spend a great deal of time trying to find it.

The hands smoothed over his groin again, and he moaned softly when they shifted his sac, holding it steady as the needles pushed gently into it, and he nearly whined at the sensation. It hurt... but it didn't, the fingers squeezing gently, pushing his engorged cock out of the way, stroking along the edge, would he ever find anyone who would push him to the edge like this, keep him here, hovering, as he waited... waited for something, anything, for the touch that would keep him from drifting away in this endless now?

"Dragon handler..."

Would there be a voice to anchor him like this, to keep him from drifting too far? Would hands ever touch him like this, would a quiet but firm voice ever admonish him to stay still, to obey, to not move, would hands move over him as something caused pain that wasn't pain, exactly, making him want to squirm, to writhe, to moan, but leave him unable to, because he hadn't been told he could?

"Dragon handler..."

It wasn't even that he wanted release so much as he wanted... he needed... the hands were gripping his shaft firmly, the gentle, insisting pricking was on the head of his penis, he could see the gleaming eye of the dragon on one side, his body was stretching, arching, his toes pointing, his hands were gripping into the cushions as he heard a chanting from far, far away, his entire groin writhed and he felt his body heave as the release he wasn't expecting swept through him, over him, and left him panting in its wake.

"Dragon handler..."

He opened his eyes and realized the tattoo wizard had been calling him for some time. The eyes that fixed on him as he was helped up into a sitting position were filled with a secret amusement... and understanding. "Is... is it done?" he asked shakily.

For the first time, a full smile spread across the broad face. "Yes, dragon handler, it is done. I have just finished animating it. Do you wish to see it?"

"Yes!" He started to fold his legs under him to get up, but a firm hand on his shoulder made him look up.

"Please, it is not necessary to stand just yet." Enjo lifted his wand and conjured a large mirror, which he then turned obligingly toward Charlie.

Charlie stared. The image that had grown in his mind was but a dim shadow of what he saw. Wings spread across his lower belly with the wing tips touching his hips. Iridescent scales rippled across a broad back and down the back of the neck of the beast, culminating in the head that covered the mushroom tip of his cock, and on the underside, the mouth wide open and hissing. The belly of the dragon, covering his testicles, gleamed in hues of silver and pearl.

"As you wished, the Antipodean Opaleye," said Enjo softly. "I understand now why you chose it, though at first I thought it odd. But the mixing of the inks to get the right sheen on the scales... the mix of blue, magenta, greens, and violet to overlay the pearl... it was a challenge. It is one of the most beautiful of the dragons, the most graceful... the wingspread, almost too delicate and large to allow the beast to fly, and yet... so graceful.. yes, I see why you chose it, indeed."

Charlie turned his head, looking at the beautiful lines, and the shimmer of the inks. "Most people underestimate the Opaleye. They think because it isn't the biggest, or the fiercest looking, that it isn't dangerous..." He smoothed a fingertip along a wing edge, not quite touching it. "But it is a dragon, and it is protective of its family, even more so than most..."

"As are you, dragon handler."

Charlie looked up, and saw the knowing gleam in the tattoo wizard's eyes. "Enjo-san..."

"Do not worry, dragon handler. You did not give me your name, and I will not betray what I know." He nodded. "If it will give you strength in your coming trials, then I am honored to have taken even this small part." He bowed from the waist. "Good fortune to you, dragon handler... and good hunting." Without a further word, he turned and left the room, leaving Charlie sitting there, stunned.

"Do not worry," said the apprentice who had knelt nearby the entire time. Charlie saw ink stains on the young man's hands and realized he had been handing his master needles, inks, and cloths to wipe Charlie's skin. "My master is pleased. He did his best work on you."

Charlie sat still, his mind working as the apprentice cleaned him up, then wiped him down with a specialized healing potion that soothed the irritation of his skin before he covered it. "You will need to take a warm shower this evening, and rub more of this potion into the tattoo." He held a vial out toward Charlie, who took it in a seeming daze. "In a few days, it will scab over. Simply keep smoothing in this potion, and by the end of the week, it should be completely healed up. Of course, were you a Muggle, it would take much longer."

Charlie nodded, then stood carefully, and put his robes back on. "Should I return for a followup?"

"No," said the apprentice soberly. "My master completed your tattoo. This is unusual, because he normally takes many sessions to work a tattoo of this complexity. But... he felt your need was great." He waved a hand over the tattoo, and there was a flash of light. "He wove many protective magics into this tattoo. He does not do so often." The apprentice stood. "Safe journey, dragon handler. And good fortune follow you on your way."

It was a clear dismissal, and Charlie could only return the boy's bow before he left the tattoo wizard's workshop. It was raining softly outside, and Charlie stood for a long moment, thinking of the letter his mother had written him before he'd left the Preserve. Maybe it was time to return to England, time to see his family, touch base with them all again. The times had gotten darker, much darker. And something told him that the key to the thing he was looking for now, the part he had not even known was missing, would be back in England. Squaring his shoulders, his mind made up, Charlie squirmed when he felt the Opaleye stirring in his groin, then walked out into the street, heading for the nearest Apparition point. It was time to go back to the Preserve, and tell them he was going home.