Finally, The Begining
Written By: Tarallynne Moon
Dedicated to Keikokin, For being a Wonderful Friend, A Brilliant Authoress, And My Personal Inspiration. I Love You, KK!
"It's done." The tall blonde sighed, "Voldemort is dead." He spoke slowly, disbelievingly of the words he had spoken.
"We did it!" an exuberant Harry Potter ran to his lover's arms. Emerald green orbs bore into stormy gray eyes in relief and love. "Finally. We did it." Harry breathed over his lips.
"You did it." Lucius corrected as he leant in and allowed his lips to brush over Harry's. His Harry.
He remembered it all. It seems so fogged, so...hidden from his memory. But no, he remembers, how could he not?
The way their lips would meet. The secrets kept atop the Astronomy Tower at midnight. The moans and pleads of bodies convulsing, writhing in pleasure, and sometimes pain. The way the hero persuaded the villain to the light. The way Harry made Lucius see. Finally. But no, it was only the beginning.
The way their eyes met and held the others' gaze. The way each breath was filled with the others very being. The way Harry would smile and make him melt. The way his eyes would light and make Harry smile. It was their hands, entwined and feeling so...right. The times their simple embrace would keep away the cold that seemed to swallow them whole. The slighted glances cast softly across crowded rooms and yet they would meet, alone they would forever be together. How could he not remember? He remembered it all, it seems. And he wouldn't allow himself to ever forget.
This was what they had worked for, to finally, finally, be together in the light, where all around them could see their love. Where their hands could catch each other and they would not have to pull away. When other eyes would not pull their gazes astray, where nothing could keep him from remembering. Where they would do so much more than remember.
"We did it." Harry repeated more stressfully, letting himself be pulled into Lucius, into his Lucius. And he, too, remembered.
He remembered the fury, the hate, the hidden passion and emotion that erupted into heated kisses and grasps that lead to so much more; to the thrusts and deep moans and gasps and to the writhing wantonly, to begging for more. The thoughts of every night's wet dreams filled with blond hair and silver eyes, broad shoulders and sinfully delicious lips upon which he would devour in its essence. He would always remember those moments. Those heated, lust filled, needy moments.
But now... Now they could have more. Now they could hold one another in the day. Breathe in to the other in the sun's rays. Hold one another and amidst it all, not give a damn what anyone else saw or heard, because, it was over. And everything was alright. They were alright. And Harry could never forget. But now he had so much more...
"Love you," Lucius whispered, voice low, tears welling in his steely eyes.
"I love you, too." Harry whispered, voice just as labored, breaths shallow, lips nearly touching, nearly to their destination. Lips crashed together. Tongues found one another and dueled in desperation. Hands found hips and necks and grasped hair and held on. Finally. But it was only the beginning.