Hello everyone!

This little fic (which shall be little - three chapters at most I believe) is the result of vairetwilight's ever so sweet birthday fic (despite it being a few days early) that was inspired by a discussion between the two of us. Perhaps a brief timeline would be best: I wrote a short Marcus/Harry drabble for my friend Abby in my drabble series, Harry's Chosen One, which led to a discussion with Vaire, which consequently led to Vaire writing her own fic, The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, which I recommend reading (and reviewing - show her some love!)

Anyway, I loved it and loved her as well, so I thought I would expand on her idea a bit. So, this chapter will be a prequel to that story, and then I will get around to posting a sequel to Vaire's story and then maybe a second sequel after that. To truly understand this story and its following sequels, you will probably want to read Vaire's fic (yes, I am shamelessly advertising for her - she deserves it!) but I suppose you could at least read this chapter on its own.

On a separate note, this will be my first actual chaptered story. Hopefully all you readers will like it.

At the risk of this note being longer than the actual story, I just wanted to say that I hope you all enjoy this story (and don't forget about Vaire!)

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or anything relating to the Harry Potter series. No profit is being made off of this. Though I suppose I am the co-owner of the idea behind this story.

Warnings: Mature language and content, a little bit of violence, and yaoi. Sweet, sweet yaoi. Otherwise known as BL or slash for those less Japanese inclined.

Imperfect Heirs

Chapter 1: The Not-Quite Beginning

It is a difficult thing for a man to resist the natural necessity of mortal passions.

-Plutarch

Marcus bit his lip harshly, barely containing himself as he felt Harry run a hand over his chest, caressing his muscles in one moment, and leaving little bloodied crescent marks the next as he dragged his nails over him. The little minx had been teasing him all fucking night, staring at him lustfully, uncaring that he was undressing Marcus with his eyes right in the middle of another useless fundraiser set up by the Ministry. Surrounded by onlookers half torn between horror and lust, Marcus had been unable to throw Harry over a table or any other relatively horizontal surface (though a wall would suffice he supposed) like he had wanted to, no matter how tempting the thought was.

But now, they were almost home, and Marcus had been waiting long enough to fuck his little lover as punishment for the torture he had been put through.

Harry stopped walking down the street, his ass stopping its enrapturing shaking Marcus' only indication that his younger lover had halted. The green-eyed tempter leaned up, licking the blood Marcus' had unknowingly spilled as he bit his lip, and Marcus felt himself harden even further than he had thought possible.

"I had an idea," Harry murmured wickedly against his older lover's lips, and Marcus almost groaned for a reason entirely non-erotic. The last time his lover had gotten an "idea" as he called them, the Potter-Flint fortune had increased exponentially as Harry sold the first of a number of home-made porn tapes to the general public. Marcus had pissed, no one else was deserving of seeing Harry's body!, but Harry had silenced his protests with a kiss and a lascivious look.

Damn tease.

"We're not making any more porn," Marcus growled, hands clutching Harry's hips roughly.

"I know that," Harry teased, leaning forward to lick a stripe up Marcus' neck. "Just…trust in me okay?"

Marcus fell silent, his mind racing as he bit down on the side of Harry's neck. The younger brunette's low moans set off the veritable light bulb over Marcus' head, and he smirked to himself as he bit Harry's collar bone, lapping up the blood that spilled. From his Seventh year at Hogwarts, Harry's Fourth, on, his trust in the young savior had proven to be repeatedly well-placed. Although Harry had hated even the thought of it, Marcus had entered into Voldemort's Death Eaters during Harry's Sixth year as a spy for the light, much like Snape.

Harry had cursed him the first time he had saw Marcus' Mark. Marcus had replied that it would give him motivation to finish the war as fast as humanly possible. Harry had punched him in the face and had promptly gone off and murdered the bastard.

Marcus knew his little lover well, and knew that hidden behinds his surface-level Gryffindor persona, there lay a mind that thought on levels incomparable to others. While many people had been confused at Harry's darker transformation following the end of the war, Marcus had been beyond thrilled. Harry was flourishing in to who he truly was, and with every day that he saw Harry, not the Boy-Who-Lived or Lord Potter, reveal himself to the world, Marcus felt himself fall in love with him even more.

Not that Harry had believed him with his damnable insecurity issues; no, that had taken fucking him through the dinner table of the apartment they shared to finally get it through Harry's thick skull that maybe Marcus had more than friendly feelings for him.

No matter how un-Slytherin it sounded, Marcus trusted Harry whole-heartedly and implicitly, even though that trust sometimes led to the entire Wizarding World and then some seeing them fuck each other for a profit. Even with those mishaps in mind, Marcus murmured an affirmative against Harry's collar bone. His tempter smirked and apparated them away, surprising Marcus for barely a second that he had done it without the customary wand-drawing and heel-turning.

Marcus resisted the urge to hit himself upside the head the next moment; this was Harry he was thinking about, master of all things technically impossible. Of course he could apparate more easily than the common mortal.

Marcus glanced around, trying his best to ignore Harry who had managed to slip a hand far enough up his shirt to play with a nipple. His brow furrowed; had Harry really apparated them here?

"Twelve Grimmauld Place?' Marcus asked.

Harry merely smirked impishly, grabbing the front of Marcus' shirt and dragging him towards the front door. "Keep an open mind, okay love?"

Marcus stared as Harry unbuttoned his shirt, kissing each revealed patch of the elder's skin. Harry's magic thrummed underneath his skin, betraying his hidden arousal and excitement, and Marcus let out a low growl at the intoxicating feeling. The older man ran a hand through Harry's pitch black hair, smirking as his fingers trailed with unexpected softness from the tresses to the pale shoulders they lay against.

"As you wish," Marcus whispered, kissing Harry firmly as his shirt dropped to the floor as they stepped through the door, grabbing his lover by his arms and slamming him against a nearby wall. Whatever Harry had planned, Marcus would go along with without any more hesitation, doing whatever his little lover wanted him to do.

He loved him too much to do otherwise.

So, first thoughts anyone?

Just as a precaution, I would like no one to think that I am abandoning my drabble series; in fact, the next chapter should hopefully be up tomorrow. Also, this is just a small, quick fic; although I personally see a lot of potential in this, I am going to try my best to reign in the plot bunnies for this idea. I have other things to write/do.

In any case, reviews are loved and always appreciated, and are an easy way to get in my favor (read: I'll love you forever). So please review!

Until next chapter!

Ariaeris~