02# Obscure Oblivion
The bright light of the full moon illuminated the scene: a young man, nearly a boy, lying on a bed, between the silky white and green sheets, his pale chest glowing slightly in the dark. Ebony locks sprawled over the pillows; his clouded green eyes were unfocused, unconscious of his surroundings or the man next to him, who stared at him in awe.
Lucius sighed and stroke one of the shoulder length, black strands out of the boy's face. Well, Harry wasn't really a boy anymore, his shoulders broad and muscles well build under the skin of his chest, but in comparison to himself, he was still a child - just like Draco had been, when he had been given the kiss. Lucius pushed the memory aside and gazed along the boy's neck, over his chest, firm nipples hard in the chill of the night, down to his bellybutton. A thin trail of dark hair began there and led the way to unknown territories Lucius ached to explore, but he couldn't. Harry was too pure, to innocent to be touched like that.
The boy was still dazed, though his eyes were open, and the blonde gazed into these deep green orbs, forgetting his grief for a brief moment, before another wave of sadness rolled over him, threatening to drown him under her pressure.
~*~
Dizzy. Unable to focus on anything, his breathing shallow and flat. A hand stroking his cheek. Touch. It's good to be touched, a little affection here and there, only once more, please!
There the hand is again, hovering over his cheek, before it settles there, a finger trailing his lips, parting them slightly. A mouth bents down, wet and hot, lips brushing lips, waiting for more.
Can't breath!
The lips vanish and are replaced by a thumb. He takes the finger into his mouth, curling his tongue around it. Shivers. The hand shivers, when he plants a kiss on its palm. More!
Another hand is there, on his arm, stroking. Hand finds hand, pulling the other one over him, fingers intertwined. Long, silky hair falling from his shoulders the other bents down again.
"Harry?"
His voice is hoarse, filled with passion and need.
"More!"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I need." he pants, "Take me!"
The other shifts and his hand travels down his face, neck, chest. A finger circles one nipple, until a mouth comes down and sucks on it, teeth biting gently on the tender flesh.
Lust.
He arches, his body and mind on fire, against the source of pleasure, that moves over his body, licking and kissing places he remembers being touched on, but never in such intensity.
Passion.
The other groans. His mouth has reached the waistline of white silk, those blessed hands pulling the fabric down. He cannot control himself, the temptation too big, his hear too lonely.
Need.
Yes, he needs him. The boy squirms beneath his ministrations, bucking his hips instinctively. The blonde smiles seductively and pulls him up into another feverish kiss. Lips bruise.
The boy thrusts his groin against the blonde's thigh. He needs the friction, needs release. He blonde senses that, knows it, because he needs it, too. But he can wait.
Want.
Hot wetness surrounds his bobbing need. Slow and gentle, licking, the other brings him over the edge, gives him, what he needs so badly.
Release.
Has to wait a little longer. The white and black silk lies on the floor next to the bed. The blonde kneels between his wide spread legs, which he lifts to his shoulders. A bottle of scented oil comes to use, fingers preparing the puckering hole, widening the tight passage. No virgin, no, but still pure - desirable. He smiles and kisses the other once again, before he positions himself and thrust into that tight passage, his mind blown away by the sudden friction, helpless he slides into the lost paradise, giving into this blinding light.
~*~
The sun warmed his features, tickling his nose. No - that is not the sun, but a long, fair strand of hair. The memory returned quickly, together with a sore in the back. Harry shuddered, when a hand touched his shoulder and turned him around.
"Lucius."
"We have to talk."
"I'd rather not. Excuse me, but I'll be late for work."
"You were fired, when the shop closed."
"I'm looking for a new job today."
"I see. You should stop drinking, you know?"
"That is not your concern."
"I only want what's best for you. Listen-"
"No, Lucius. This was one night and today I'm going back to my flat, to MY life and you will stay HERE, okay?"
"Yes, but-"
"No buts, just leave it be."
"Everybody leaves you be - is that what you want?"
"Damn yes! Is that so hard to catch?"
"No really, are you really sure, though? You're right - it's not my concern, BUT you should think about it, will you? Please, Harry."
"Fine. Where are my clothes?"
"A house-elf came by, they're still wet after the wash-"
"Wash? Why that?"
"They were dirty."
"Great - really!"
"You can have some of Draco's old. They should fit you."
"Thanks."
"Calmed down now?"
"I think so. How is he?"
"Draco? We gave him an overdose of his sleeping draught, he's dead."
"My condolences."
"Thank you. It was the best."
"You mean he went insane?"
"Yes."
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked."
"It's okay. Come with me, I'll show you the way."
They walked along the corridor, past the stairs and held in front of a door with a dragon carved into the dark wood. The room behind was huge. The green canopy of the bed matched the floor, all the furniture out of the same dark wood as the door, Victorian style.
A gigantic dresser filled one wall of the room. Lucius opened different drawers and threw a few items onto the bed, before he opened one of the doors and found, what he had looked for: black, tight fitting pants and a white turtleneck pullover. They had been Draco's favorites.
"Take these, they'll suit you."
"Turn around."
"As if I had not seen you naked before. Fine!"
.
"Ready."
"You look great."
"Thanks. I'll return them, when I'm at home."
"No need. Keep them, they're useless here."
"Maybe you should move."
"What?"
"You should move. This place keeps too many memories. You should go on with your life."
"I might, if you stop drinking."
"I suppose that's alright. I haven't got any money for it anyway."
"No money at all?"
"Not really. The first got off with that bill I had to pay to build up Godric's Hollow. But I can't live there. The nightmares I get, when I'm alone in the house drive me crazy. There wasn't so much left and I only worked one year at Hogwarts, but I can't stay there for the same reason like before. The Burrow, you know, the house of the Weasleys, was destroyed after the war and I helped a bit to build it up, but after Ron died last year in that attack this madman Lestrange started, I cut most ties. My old friends are either married, happy, with no need for a cracked hero or dead, and I can't turn up at Hermione's house, it would hurt too much and I think I blamed too much on her, when we met the last time. All in all, Lucius, I will find a new job, maybe something more. friendly a try to survive. I might contact some old people, but I highly doubt it. Can I go now?"
"One question: Where do you live?"
"Nocturne Alley 666, at least that's the name of the shop beneath."
"I know that shop."
"On the backside, highest level. Why do you ask?"
"May I visit you some time?"
"I'm not for rent, thank you, Lucius."
"I didn't mean that. But it was good to talk to you."
"I guess it was. See you around."
"You can't apparate from here. Use the Floo over there."
"Thanks."
"Bye"
"Bye."
Harry turned and threw the powder into the fire, saying, "Knocturne Alley 666, top level", and left, leaving the manor behind and returning to his sanctuary in Wizarding London.
The bright light of the full moon illuminated the scene: a young man, nearly a boy, lying on a bed, between the silky white and green sheets, his pale chest glowing slightly in the dark. Ebony locks sprawled over the pillows; his clouded green eyes were unfocused, unconscious of his surroundings or the man next to him, who stared at him in awe.
Lucius sighed and stroke one of the shoulder length, black strands out of the boy's face. Well, Harry wasn't really a boy anymore, his shoulders broad and muscles well build under the skin of his chest, but in comparison to himself, he was still a child - just like Draco had been, when he had been given the kiss. Lucius pushed the memory aside and gazed along the boy's neck, over his chest, firm nipples hard in the chill of the night, down to his bellybutton. A thin trail of dark hair began there and led the way to unknown territories Lucius ached to explore, but he couldn't. Harry was too pure, to innocent to be touched like that.
The boy was still dazed, though his eyes were open, and the blonde gazed into these deep green orbs, forgetting his grief for a brief moment, before another wave of sadness rolled over him, threatening to drown him under her pressure.
~*~
Dizzy. Unable to focus on anything, his breathing shallow and flat. A hand stroking his cheek. Touch. It's good to be touched, a little affection here and there, only once more, please!
There the hand is again, hovering over his cheek, before it settles there, a finger trailing his lips, parting them slightly. A mouth bents down, wet and hot, lips brushing lips, waiting for more.
Can't breath!
The lips vanish and are replaced by a thumb. He takes the finger into his mouth, curling his tongue around it. Shivers. The hand shivers, when he plants a kiss on its palm. More!
Another hand is there, on his arm, stroking. Hand finds hand, pulling the other one over him, fingers intertwined. Long, silky hair falling from his shoulders the other bents down again.
"Harry?"
His voice is hoarse, filled with passion and need.
"More!"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I need." he pants, "Take me!"
The other shifts and his hand travels down his face, neck, chest. A finger circles one nipple, until a mouth comes down and sucks on it, teeth biting gently on the tender flesh.
Lust.
He arches, his body and mind on fire, against the source of pleasure, that moves over his body, licking and kissing places he remembers being touched on, but never in such intensity.
Passion.
The other groans. His mouth has reached the waistline of white silk, those blessed hands pulling the fabric down. He cannot control himself, the temptation too big, his hear too lonely.
Need.
Yes, he needs him. The boy squirms beneath his ministrations, bucking his hips instinctively. The blonde smiles seductively and pulls him up into another feverish kiss. Lips bruise.
The boy thrusts his groin against the blonde's thigh. He needs the friction, needs release. He blonde senses that, knows it, because he needs it, too. But he can wait.
Want.
Hot wetness surrounds his bobbing need. Slow and gentle, licking, the other brings him over the edge, gives him, what he needs so badly.
Release.
Has to wait a little longer. The white and black silk lies on the floor next to the bed. The blonde kneels between his wide spread legs, which he lifts to his shoulders. A bottle of scented oil comes to use, fingers preparing the puckering hole, widening the tight passage. No virgin, no, but still pure - desirable. He smiles and kisses the other once again, before he positions himself and thrust into that tight passage, his mind blown away by the sudden friction, helpless he slides into the lost paradise, giving into this blinding light.
~*~
The sun warmed his features, tickling his nose. No - that is not the sun, but a long, fair strand of hair. The memory returned quickly, together with a sore in the back. Harry shuddered, when a hand touched his shoulder and turned him around.
"Lucius."
"We have to talk."
"I'd rather not. Excuse me, but I'll be late for work."
"You were fired, when the shop closed."
"I'm looking for a new job today."
"I see. You should stop drinking, you know?"
"That is not your concern."
"I only want what's best for you. Listen-"
"No, Lucius. This was one night and today I'm going back to my flat, to MY life and you will stay HERE, okay?"
"Yes, but-"
"No buts, just leave it be."
"Everybody leaves you be - is that what you want?"
"Damn yes! Is that so hard to catch?"
"No really, are you really sure, though? You're right - it's not my concern, BUT you should think about it, will you? Please, Harry."
"Fine. Where are my clothes?"
"A house-elf came by, they're still wet after the wash-"
"Wash? Why that?"
"They were dirty."
"Great - really!"
"You can have some of Draco's old. They should fit you."
"Thanks."
"Calmed down now?"
"I think so. How is he?"
"Draco? We gave him an overdose of his sleeping draught, he's dead."
"My condolences."
"Thank you. It was the best."
"You mean he went insane?"
"Yes."
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked."
"It's okay. Come with me, I'll show you the way."
They walked along the corridor, past the stairs and held in front of a door with a dragon carved into the dark wood. The room behind was huge. The green canopy of the bed matched the floor, all the furniture out of the same dark wood as the door, Victorian style.
A gigantic dresser filled one wall of the room. Lucius opened different drawers and threw a few items onto the bed, before he opened one of the doors and found, what he had looked for: black, tight fitting pants and a white turtleneck pullover. They had been Draco's favorites.
"Take these, they'll suit you."
"Turn around."
"As if I had not seen you naked before. Fine!"
.
"Ready."
"You look great."
"Thanks. I'll return them, when I'm at home."
"No need. Keep them, they're useless here."
"Maybe you should move."
"What?"
"You should move. This place keeps too many memories. You should go on with your life."
"I might, if you stop drinking."
"I suppose that's alright. I haven't got any money for it anyway."
"No money at all?"
"Not really. The first got off with that bill I had to pay to build up Godric's Hollow. But I can't live there. The nightmares I get, when I'm alone in the house drive me crazy. There wasn't so much left and I only worked one year at Hogwarts, but I can't stay there for the same reason like before. The Burrow, you know, the house of the Weasleys, was destroyed after the war and I helped a bit to build it up, but after Ron died last year in that attack this madman Lestrange started, I cut most ties. My old friends are either married, happy, with no need for a cracked hero or dead, and I can't turn up at Hermione's house, it would hurt too much and I think I blamed too much on her, when we met the last time. All in all, Lucius, I will find a new job, maybe something more. friendly a try to survive. I might contact some old people, but I highly doubt it. Can I go now?"
"One question: Where do you live?"
"Nocturne Alley 666, at least that's the name of the shop beneath."
"I know that shop."
"On the backside, highest level. Why do you ask?"
"May I visit you some time?"
"I'm not for rent, thank you, Lucius."
"I didn't mean that. But it was good to talk to you."
"I guess it was. See you around."
"You can't apparate from here. Use the Floo over there."
"Thanks."
"Bye"
"Bye."
Harry turned and threw the powder into the fire, saying, "Knocturne Alley 666, top level", and left, leaving the manor behind and returning to his sanctuary in Wizarding London.