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Chapter 8

Harry and Tony arrived at Harry's Townhome across from Hyde Park in the Mayfair area. The press was milling around outside, shouting questions. They ignored them, and entered the house swiftly.

They entered into a spacious foyer, and Tony could see four archways, leading into various rooms. The furnishings and decor were obviously antique, and very expensive.

"From the sound of the clicking of cameras, that must be my wayward Godson." They heard a man say, as they neared the drawing room.

When they reached the doorway, Harry was tackled by a dark haired man. He was handsome, with pale skin, gray eyes, and mischevious grin.

"Hey Sirius. I missed you too." Harry said, then stepped back to introduce them. "Sirius, meet Tony Stark, my boyfriend. Tony, this is my Godfather Sirius Black the 3rd, Earl of Blackmoor." Harry said in a fake, pompous voice.

"Git. Nice to meet you, Tony. You guys must be hungry. Dinner will be ready shortly. Why don't you guys freshen up first. Feel free to shower together to save water." Sirius said with a smirk.

"Don't mind if I do." Tony said, putting his arm around Harry.

"Don't worry about the luggage, one of the servants will get them." Harry said, leading them up the stairs.

They entered the double doors of the master suite, into a comfortable sitting room. They went into the bedroom next. It was decorated in cream, and burgandy with navy blue accents. Tony's attention was taken away from the room as soon as Harry started stripping.

"I am going to get a shower. Care to join me?" Harry asked, pulling off his boxer briefs.

Tony looked him up and down, then smiled salaciously. "Absolutely babe." He said, then started to undress.

The bathroom that was attached to the bedroom was painted blue, with white subway tile, and black marble countertops. The shower was enormous, as was the sunken tub.

They washed each other thoroughly, Tony spending more time than necessary on Harry's groin area. They stroked each other to completion lazily, kissing each other under the hot spray. After their shower, they dressed, joining Sirius for dinner.

After a sumptuous dinner, the three of them adjourned to the drawing room. Sirius turned to Harry, his face grave.

"I know this is a sore subject Harry, but we need to talk about your Father. The Doctors say he has a few days left, but in my opinion he is waiting until he sees you. I truly believe he is sorry for the way he has treated you, and wants to see you again before he dies. Harry, I know you are still hurting, but this may be your last chance to get some closure. Once he's gone, it will be too late." Sirius said, placing his hand on Harry's shoulder and looking into his eyes.

Harry furrowed his brow. "I know that Siri. I just... I am not sure how much you know about our relationship before I came out, but I can tell you it was almost non-existant. He was never home. He was always working. He only talked to me about my grades, we never talked otherwise. I excelled because I wanted his approval. I played sports because I wanted his approval. I did everything I could to get him to acknowledge me. Then, when I came out, he assaulted me and kicked me out barely an hour after the stitches were in." Harry said. He sighed. "He destroyed me that day, Siri. You are more of a Father to me than he ever was. I will be ready to go see him at nine a.m. tomorrow. Don't expect anymore than that." He said, voice sounding broken.

Harry got up, and headed upstairs. Tony quickly followed. He and Harry had more in common than he knew, Tony thought. He entered the bedroom, and found Harry face down on the bed, shoulders shaking. He sat on the edge of the bed next to him, and starting rubbing his back.

"It will be ok, baby. Whatever happens here, you will still have me." Tony said, trying to soothe Harry.

"Why?" Harry asked, voice clouded with tears. "Why couldn't he have come around earlier? Why did it have to be on his death bed?" Harry asked brokenly.

"I don't know, baby. But at least he did. We cannot change the past. We can only move forward. He loves you, that has to be enough. I had a simular relationship with my Father. I still struggle with it, but I know he loved me in his own way." Tony said.

"Will you hold me, Tony?" Harry asked, rolling onto his back. His face was blotchy and red. Tear tracks ran down his cheeks.

Tony crawled into the bed, and put his arms around Harry. "Try and stop me. I care about you, Harry. I'll do whatever you need." Tony said.

The next morning, Tony and Harry came downstairs, and served themselves breakfast. Tony was eating blueberry pancakes, and bacon. Harry was eating bacon, eggs and toast.

Dobby came in with several newspapers, causing Harry to groan. "What's the damage, Dobby?" He asked. He took one look at the headline, then exclaimed "Fuck!" Harry started reading the story feverishly.

"What is it? Did they not get my good side?" Tony joked, used to crazy headlines. Dobby handed him a copy of the London Daily Mirror. There was a picture of them coming out of the airport together. They had highlighted a large bite mark on Harry's neck.

LOVE BITES!

By Chester Caufield

Lord Harrison Potter-Black returned to England yesterday with Playboy boyfriend Tony Stark. Believed to be in town due to Lord James Potter's ill health, This is the first time in eight months that Potter-Black has visited his home country.

Their relationship has caused controversy and surprise all over the world. Potter-Black seems to have effortlessly tamed the veteran skirt (and trouser) chaser, accomplishing where others have tried and failed. The chemistry between the two is very evident, showcased by the obvious bite mark on Lord Potter-Black's neck. The two obviously did some canoodling on Mr Stark's private jet. One can safely assume they have become full members of the Mile High Club.

Regardless, there have been whispers of a sex tape emerging. Last night, the London Daily Mirror was asked if they wanted to purchase still shots from the above mentioned tape. The Daily Mirror has decided that printing these pictures in the wake of Lord Potter's imminent demise is in poor taste. However, we have bought the rights to the still pictures, and they will be printed at a later date. Stay tuned for more developements to this breaking scandal.

"FUCK!" Tony shouted. A sex tape? Someone had to have planted a camera in the bedroom of his jet. When he found out who, they would wish they had never been born!

"How could this have happened? I know you never would have filmed us without my permission, so who could have done this? This is a nightmare." Harry said, looking miserable.

Tony was touched by the trust Harry showed him. He would endeavor to not squander it. "I don't know, but I will sure as Hell find out." He growled.

Sirius entered the breakfast room, and felt the tension in the air.

"What did I miss?"