A/N: All right! I am going out on a limb here! I just hope they don't cut me off again! *looks hopeful* I posted as much as I dared to - it's more than last time, don't worry! - but as usual, the full smut is on website. Well, it will be come Friday, since it's now 2:45 AM where I am and I was far too excited and had to post the chapter before I wrote the smut.
ambrezwenko: Happy belated birthday! Thanks - I've been developing my writing since the 8th grade, and I still am. I personally think I still have a very long way to go.
FelinityM: *blushes* Skinny dipping is in the next chapter. This one has what I guess would be something of Harry seducing Lucius. I leave you to judge. I just couldn't say no to the idea of Lucius giving the immigration official a bit of hell. ^.^ Of course, Harry couldn't simply sit this one out…. *koff koff* ^.^ And they don't get bothered at all this time around.
HPIceAngel: Thank you. New chapter here! I think that Lucius and Harry make a great couple.
linny: lol More has arrived. With smut - on website version! I used to think, 'What the hell, everyone else posts the porn. I'm bloody well posting it too!' Then they suspended my service for a month or so - might have been a few weeks, I'm still kinda fuzzy on that. I was livid, but hey - why stress myself out and possibly get kicked off for good. I was going for well structured, and paced in this fic.
Prongs: Thank you. Believe it or not, it's starting to wind down now.
Aliexx: Thank you! That's the first time I really wrote a descriptive slash smut scene, so I am glad someone liked it.
CrimsonTearsofPain: Thanks! I'm hoping to update by Friday the latest…if my East Asian history teacher doesn't give us additional readings. And I don't have to do any more analyses for Homer's 'The Odyssey' for my Narrative English class.
Bammers: o0 This is the best? *shakes head quickly* Oh no, no, no. This is the result of a hyperactive writer who had a disgusting amount of sugar and caffeine in her system at 3 something in the morning and finally figured out how to respond to the challenge. You want good fics? Nimori's 'Allouette' series. It's brilliance at its finest, pure and simple. I can't hear that song now without thinking Harry/Lucius. Another good fic: 'A Spell to Turn Tigers to Butter' by Amanuensis.
ShinigamiLilizBlack: Well, there's a bit more in this chapter ^^ Yes, damn untimely arrivals. But I like to think Harry and Lucius got rid of the pesky annoyance rather well.
MinaXP: XD Douitashimashite, I'm like that too sometimes when I read a fic; ogling included. ^.^ Only, with mine, I can see every little error I made in glaring clarity. These chapters don't take me that long to write. Roughly five - seven hours for one. It's life that prevents me from updating everyday.
En Las Montañas
Chapter 10
Harry sat quietly at the kitchen table, sandwiched between Lucius and Valencia. Ernesto sat on Valencia's free side, drumming his fingers against the worn scratched oak surface. He glanced up at Lucius who had a frosty expression on his face. Harry did blame him one bit; he wasn't that happy either. The blowjob of his life and what was sure to be something else equally pleasurable and they were rudely interrupted. It wasn't rude, but it was some of the worst timing Harry had ever seen. The source of this was seated on the other side of the table in the lone chair.
The sound of papers being shuffled filled the kitchen as they were arranged on the table. The man was lean with a distinctly wiry look to him. It gave Harry the singular impression that he was somehow malnourished. The square glasses that sat on his absurdly round face didn't help much either, since they magnified his eyes so much. The pair of lenses sat perched on the very tip of the thin, aquiline nose.
// Now, \\ the man's thin reedy voice cut through the silence abruptly, startling them, with varying degrees of obviousness. // I believe an introduction is in order. My name is Orelan Rapsodia, and I shall be processing the two citizenship claims. \\ his pale brown eyes darted between each of them.
Harry repressed his laugh; it was completely fishlike, seeing those eyes move. He simply cleared his throat with a small 'Ah'; hopefully his expression didn't betray him. He knew how much was riding on this interview and it wouldn't do well to insult their interviewer before the meeting even started.
// For starters, \\ Orelan pulled out a pen from his jacket and clicked it. // I shall need names from the two applicants. \\ the nib hovered over a blank line as Orelan looked between Harry and Lucius.
// Lucien St. Pécheuraud. \\ Lucius said smoothly.
Harry didn't look at Lucius, but judging from Orelan's perplexed look, Lucius must have had a peculiar smirk on his face.
// And you? \\ Orelan looked at Harry.
// Me? \\ Harry started a bit, caught off guard. // Heath. \\ he said as the name popped into his mind.
// Heath…\\ Orelan asked after writing quickly.
// Heath Sunderland. \\ Harry said.
Orelan wrote in the surname. // Different surnames. All right then. Are you two related by blood in anyway? It's policy that we don't separate children from their parents. \\ Orelan looked between the two of them.
There was a puzzled flash in Ernesto's eyes that Harry didn't miss. // No, we're not family. \\ he said.
// However, \\ Lucius said coolly. // We are in a relationship. Would you care to tell me your policy about that? \\
Orelan watched Lucius for a moment before giving a small sniff. // That is none of our business and since you are not married, your claims will be treated separately. \\ Orelan stated. // Now, how long have you been residing here? Five years is the minimum before anyone can apply for citizenship. You should take into account, Mr. St. Pécheuraud, that you cannot hold both British and Spanish citizenship. You shall have to relinquish the British citizenship in order to take the Spanish one. \\
// Duly noted. \\ Lucius said frostily.
Harry glanced at Valencia, noticing the flash of puzzlement and worry in her eyes. But first, the question had to be addressed. // How many years? \\ Harry made a small show of thinking. // Five and a half years, I believe. \\
// Ha, \\ Ernesto scoffed with a grin. // It was six, you silly boy. \\
// Thanks Ernesto, \\ Harry said with a small smile of gratitude. // It was six years ago that Lucien and I arrived here. \\
// Hrm. And you both, \\ Orelan gestured between Harry and Lucius with his pen. // Are in an established relationship? \\ Orelan gave a sudden smile that creeped Harry out. // For how long? And how old are the both of you? \\
Harry narrowed his eyes in dislike. // I'm twenty four years old. I was born in 1973, if you care to do the math. \\ who cared if he was lying through his teeth at this point; he certainly didn't.
//And you, Mr. St. Pécheuraud. \\
// 43. \\
Orelan simply raised an eyebrow and pursed his lips slightly. // And how long has this…relationship been for? \\
// I don't think that's any of your- \\ Harry started, rising from his seat and more than a bit incensed
// Three years, Mr. Rapsodia, \\ Lucius said, placing a hand on Harry's shoulder. // Unless that is a problem. Surely this won't count as a…slight against us. \\ Lucius placed a heavy, yet delicate, emphasis on the word.
Orelan's face tinged slightly at the murderous look in Lucius' eyes. Harry sat back down, not bothering to hide the smug look of satisfaction on his face. Good. How dare the prick ask something like that? Even he could see the papers from here and no where did it indicate anything about the duration of their relationship. Orelan nodded curtly, filling in a few more blanks before parcelling the papers into two piles and handing them to Lucius and Harry.
// There's some details that you both need to fill in. However, I do not find myself convinced as to the true nature of your relationship. Thus I shall be staying for a day or so to observe you. \\
// What?! \\ Valencia stood up, outraged. // You can't- \\
// I assure you, Mrs. Ortiz, \\ Orelan said, raising a hand to indicate silence. // This is not the first time something like this has been done. It is simply to insure and verify the facts that are provided on the citizenship application. I do not wish to inconvenience you in any means, but this is a remote farm and thus, it would be best if I simply remain here and conducted my observations in the day. \\
Harry glared at the man; he wasn't exactly sure how the citizenship process worked, but this was more than likely wasn't it, judging from Valencia's reaction. But if they had any chance, they had to play the game. Harry suddenly smiled brightly at Orelan.
// Fine. But Lucien and I are currently sharing the only other available bed in the house. \\ Harry said before an innocent shrug. // And we don't exactly like to share, so I suppose you can sleep on the couch. \\ Harry tried not to smile even more brightly when Orelan's face went bright red.
Bureaucrats. They were pushy, annoying, insistent, nosy little buggers that were best dealt with using a fairly hefty bribe. Unfortunately for Lucius, the current bureaucrat peering over his shoulder, as he had been for virtually all day, was a Muggle. And the only money Lucius had was something along the lines of ten Galleons, perhaps six Sickles and Merlin knew how many Knuts tucked away in his Mokeskin purse. That meant it was useless at the moment. Thankfully, the sun was setting and it was time to start -
// I assume you can speak Spanish fluently, Mr. St. Pécheuraud? \\ Orelan's words broke into Lucius' thoughts.
// Are you simply going to stand there and ask me inane question, Mr. Rapsodia? \\ Lucius sneered. // If that is the case, you may help me round up the rest of the goats so we can start back down in time for dinner. \\
// I see, \\ Orelan sniffed once more, straightening out his shirt. He made no motion to help. // Have you been working at the farm the entire time? \\
// No, I like to run off into the mountains and perform feats of daring, like jumping from the hilltops, from time to time, \\ Lucius snarled. // Do you wish to know how I spend my nights as well? The ritualistic dancing beneath the moonlight should be particularly fascinating.\\
// Mr. Sunderland didn't give me this much trouble yesterday. \\ Orelan said in a miffed tone.
Lucius scowled darkly at Orelan. Yesterday this insufferable man had tagged along with Harry all day. Needless to say Lucius wasn't that surprised when Harry fumed and sulked to himself through dinner and all evening before he promptly went to sleep without so much as a good night. Lucius was starting to think he would be like that if this kept up for much longer. Thankfully, Voldemort didn't have many people like this man on his side; Lucius would have gone insane if he had.
If there was one thing Lucius was grateful for, it was that he hadn't held back on the snide acerbic comments that seemed to simply rile Orelan all the more with each one. It was very amusing; in a sadistic, vindictive manner. But it had been a long while since Lucius had let off some steam and thus, he was more than content, no, pleased, to release it all on the annoying thin man.
// Did you hear what I said Mr. St, Péc- \\ Orelan started.
// I heard what you said, \\ Lucius snapped. // And Mr. Sunderland is rather polite to fault, except when one tries to pry into his private life. Yes, I have been working here the entire time. Now, if you don't mind, I have some goats to round up. \\
And with that he stalked off quickly, leaving the skinny man to follow after him hastily. Even today, of all days, the goats seemed to be giving him trouble. They simply refused to head back down to the farm from their hillside pasture. They started up the hill, wandered along it, and did everything but go in the direction of down. By the time Lucius managed to get them all into the pen, twilight was settling and Orelan was still tagging behind him like a lost puppy.
// Are you sure you closed the pen gate right? \\ Orelan piped up as Lucius opened the backdoor to enter the kitchen.
He dared to ask Lucius if he did something so simple right? There was no way Lucius could have messed it up. Latch went into groove. Cover came down to prevent latch from coming out. Simple and easy; one, two, done. It took Lucius a great deal of restraint to not turn around and swat the silly man right over his head. Of course if Lucius could use his wand, it wouldn't be a swat; it'd be one hell of a nasty curse.
// Perhaps you should double check the- \\ Orelan started.
Lucius gritted his teeth, not turning around. //You seem to have done virtually nothing but critique me all day. I think you'd be more satisfied if you went and checked it your damned self. \\
And with that, he opened the door, to find Harry, Ernesto and Valencia bustling around the kitchen. Harry was setting the table, while Ernesto made the salad and Valencia stirred whatever was in the pot. They all had tiny smirks on their faces. Lucius caught Harry's eye and got a wide grin from him.
// Ah, Mr. Rapsodia, \\ Harry said as he finished setting the fourth place. // If you wish to have a conversation, just outside the backdoor is not the place. \\
Lucius could feel the corners of his own mouth tug into a small smirk. So that's why they all looked so amused. Probably because he said what they had been dying to say. Orelan didn't say anything as they all sat down at the table, Valencia bringing over what turned out to be a big pot of stew. The meal started off quietly, Orelan paying rapt attention to the chunks of carrots and celery floating in the rich brown liquid.
// So, \\ Harry said. // Mr. Rapsodia, do you have enough to complete the application? Lucien and I gave them to you yesterday. \\
Orelan looked up at Harry. // One more day should confirm anything beyond a doubt. \\
// Ah, I see. \\ Harry said simply, dunking a piece of bread in his bowl. // How is that couch treating you? \\
Lucius simply gave a huff and paid attention to his bowl. This damned man was making it distracting from… Lucius stopped in midchew. Was that a foot sliding against his leg? He glanced over at Harry; the boy was paying attention to his meal, a rather wicked looking smile on his face. Orelan on the other hand looked far from pleased.
// Surely it can't be that…\\ Harry trailed off. // Bad. \\
Lucius coughed slightly as the foot slid upwards a bit more at that last word. Harry was playing footsie with him. At the dinner table of all places.
// It's tolerable. \\ Orelan finally said.
// Hrm, I just thought I would ask, \\ Harry said as he shifted slightly. // I've never slept on the couch, so I was curious. \\
Lucius ate another spoonful as Harry's foot slid up higher. How in bloody hell was Harry able to get his foot that high and make it look like he was still sitting down properly?! Lucius knew playing Quidditch was good for a body, but when did flexibility top that list? It wasn't as if… he swallowed as Harry's toes started rubbing small circles against his thigh. Blast this boy; he was a tease. He closed his eyes, managing to get a grip on himself.
"Is something wrong Lucius?"
Lucius' eyes snapped open at Harry's words. Harry looked concerned enough, but Lucius could see the glimmer of amusement in those emerald depths. "Perfectly fine."
"Savouring dinner?" Harry asked, earning puzzled looks from Ernesto, Valencia and Orelan.
"Among other things," Lucius said simply, shifting slightly. "Though I am sure some can wait for later."
"Ah, all right." Harry said, drawing his foot back.
// Is everything all right? \\ Ernesto asked.
// Yes, \\ Harry said. // Lucius was simply telling me how good dinner is. \\
Valencia beamed. // Family recipe. Everyone who's had it likes it. \\
// It's very good, \\ Lucius said, promptly eating another mouthful. It honestly was. //Just the right amount of spices. \\
// Hrm, speaking of which, we could use a few things from town. \\ Ernesto said. // We can head up after dinner. \\
// Should they be left here by themselves? \\ Orelan said. // They could pose a flight risk of some sort. \\
// I suppose, \\ Ernesto said, stroking his chin. // But we've left them here alone before. And found them when we came back. Along with all our possessions. \\ he finished in a deadpan voice.
//That's all right, \\ Harry said. // Take all the time you need. Everything will be perfectly fine here. \\
Lucius watched as Harry went back to his stew. And when he caught a glance from Harry, the green depths flashing with amusement and scheming, he had a feeling everything wouldn't be perfectly fine.
Harry smiled slightly as he closed the bedroom door. He could hear the shower still going. Good, Lucius wasn't done yet. After dinner, Lucius had stomped up here and promptly the shower had started running. Harry wasn't that inclined to spend the evening in the company of one Orelan Rapsodia, and thus he had fled from the uncomfortable living room fifteen minutes later. If there was one thing he was glad for it was that he had come in early to have a shower before dinner.
He tiptoed his way over to the bathroom, avoiding the creaky spots on the floor, and eased in, snagging the folded shirt and bottom Lucius left on the countertop. He slipped back out into the bedroom and placed them on the chair before tucking it in to the desk.
His clothes were the next thing to go as he stripped down to his boxers and stretched out on the bed. He fingered the soft material; who would have thought that wearing black underwear the day he thought he would kill Voldemort would turn out to be more fortuitous than originally thought. The steady drum of the water wasn't relenting any time soon. He rested his head against the pillows staring up at the ceiling.
Could Ernesto and Valencia have arrived at a worst time? Dragging the bureaucrat from hell didn't help much in Harry's opinion. The way Orelan was hanging around him yesterday and asking those stupid, obvious questions that even an eight year old would laugh at did not help Harry's demeanour for the day. He got less work done in that one day than he ever had in his entire life. Thankfully no one tried to talk to him that; if they had, he would have more than likely bitten their heads off.
Coming down from the euphoria of the blowjob of his life to suffer a hell in the form of government visitation was not his idea of enjoying the remnants of pleasure coursing through his system.
He closed his eyes, remembering the sight of Lucius between his legs, head bobbing and his tongue working as Harry came to what was the best orgasm he had in very long while. Well, in all honesty it was the best orgasm of his life since none of his boyfriends ever had him jabbering gibberish in between their names. Harry shifted a bit, feeling his cock stir to life at the memory. Weren't hormones wonderful?
The sound of the water abruptly stopping followed by a muffled curse greeted Harry as he snapped out of his thoughts. The sound of steps came before the bathroom door was flung open to reveal a dripping wet Lucius, with a towel knotted at his waist.
The vexed expression on Lucius face melted away as he looked at Harry. Harry simply let his eyes roam lazily over Lucius' body. The blond locks clung wetly to Lucius' neck and shoulders like a golden fan. Some droplets of water clung tenaciously to Lucius' chest and abdomen; while a few slid down to dampen the white cotton around Lucius' waist. Harry licked his lips slightly, his eyes flickering back up to meet intent grey depths.
"Took you long enough to get out of there." Harry said quietly, curling and stretching his toes languidly.
Lucius gave a dry sarcastic looking scowl before he looked around. "Where are my clothes?"
"Why would you need clothes?" Harry asked. "I think you have on enough as it is, don't you?"
Lucius slid Harry a glance and huffed before he started looking around the room. Harry gave a mock sigh and stretched out, arching his back slightly and wiggling his hips, while he dug his feet into the bed, inhaling sharply and biting his lower lip slightly. When he relaxed and sat up fluidly, he found Lucius staring at him, the clothes clutched in a fist. Harry had to fight the smile that wanted to come to his lips. He scooted over and patted the now vacant space beside him.
"Is something the matter, Lucius?" he asked with feigned innocence; he was finding himself aroused by playing this little game.
Lucius placed the clothes back on the chair slowly and walked over to the bed, his tread barely making a sound. "You know perfectly well, what's the matter."
"Please, illuminate me," Harry murmured and he crawled forward a bit, running a hand up Lucius' bare leg.
Lucius frowned slightly as Harry started playing with the hem of the towel. "That dratted man is downstairs. And I refuse to do anything with him in the same house, much less the same vicinity."
"But Lucius," Harry pleaded, tucking his fingers beneath the towel and stroking Lucius' thigh. "We are in a relationship. He thinks we're in a relationship that's fake. And Ernesto and Valencia won't be back until around ten. And it's only eight now. Don't you think we should convince him…otherwise?"
"Yes but then Merlin knows he might come up here to investigate if he hears some noise that he finds suspicious. And I do not intend on giving that…bureaucrat a show." Lucius sneered.
"A show…I actually like the sound of that," Harry murmured, moving his hand up higher, fingers still stroking. "Why not?"
Lucius snorted. "Who would have thought that Harry Potter had an exhibitionist side to him?"
Harry smiled more as he felt the muscle in Lucius' leg harden. "Wouldn't that be a nice sight that greets him if he's foolish enough to come up here."
"And just what sight would that be?" Lucius asked swallowing a bit as Harry inched his hand up further, fingers just brushing Lucius' balls.
Harry moved in to whisper in Lucius' ear. "You and me, lying here on this bed," he purred, his fingertips grazing Lucius' cock, of which gave an enthusiastic twitch. "Kissing madly as you pound into me and I'm writhing beneath you." He let the words trail slowly as he grazed his lips against Lucius' earlobe.
Lucius' eyes closed as he gave a low moan. Harry freed the knotted towel with his other hand, pushing it away as he clambered onto Lucius' lap and nuzzled the older man's neck.
"Oh, and be as loud as you want," Harry gave him a grin. "Lucien."
Lucius pushed Harry back onto the bed, hooking a finger in Harry's boxers and tugging down. "Shut up Heath."
