Comfort

Pairing(s): Tony/Harry

Warning(s): Male/Male relationship

Prompt: 57 Comfort of 100 Drabble Table

Harry groggily became aware that something was wrong when the bed shifted. He was the only one home and his dog, Padfoot, only ever slept on the couch in the living room. Shifting his hand under his pillow for his wand, Harry slowly opened his eyes only to have them snap open.

"Tony?" he questioned, sitting up at the sight of the other. "What's wrong?"

Tony only stared at him, green eyes dull and lifeless, face lacking its usual charming appeal. He looked haggard and tired, skin paler. Worried, Harry reached out to rest a hand on the other's shoulder, only to squeak in surprise as he was dragged into a strong grip, face buried in his shoulder.

"Tony…" he trailed off as arms tightened around him. "Please talk to me…"

The NCIS agent took a shuddering breath, shoulders shaking with suppressed emotions. "I love you," Tony whispered, pressing desperate kisses against the wizard's pulse point. "I won't let anything bad happen to you. Not ever…"

Gently, Harry carded his hands through Tony's hair, understanding dawning on him. "I know," he murmured, turning slightly to press a kiss against his ear. "I know you won't."

He leaned back, taking Tony to lay with him. Tony kept his face buried and his grip tight but Harry allowed him, running his fingers soothingly down his spine. The steady mantra of "I love you" was the only noise in the room and Harry knew the only thing he could do was to try to comfort his lover like he always did when a case hit closer to home. He held him until Tony fell into a fitful sleep, and even after that he didn't let go.