Disclaimer: all character belonged to JK Rowling or otherwise stated. The title Every You Every Me and lyric are shamely taken from Placebo
Pairing: Lucius Malfoy x Harry Potter, Severus Snape x Harry Potter
Warning: Slash. Chan . Implied sex. NC-17
Every you, Every Me
C & P by IncubusSuccubus
Sucker Love is Heaven Sent
Sometimes he asked quietly. "Why are you here?" Why? -With bright green eyes that resembled a pair of emeralds on a pale white face. He was asking a question, a question 7 years past due.
"Because I want you." You wanted me. You needed me. You wanted me to fuck your tight little ass. He gathered the boy into his arms. The boy's lithe body was flushed deliciously against him. "I paid for you so I could-" Kiss you. Touch you.
Remember?
He remembered the first time he touched the boy's silky hair and tasted his cherry red lips. He was untouched then, still pure and innocently so, until...
His uncle introduced his 'friends' as his new 'uncles' and said he must be a good little boy. Those men would give him sweets and chocolate and new pretty clothes if he behaved sweetly. Everyday his 'uncles' changed.
The boy was seated nicely on the luxurious bed, pale and scared. He was dressed in a clean white shirt and black short shorts. His hairless legs were drawn together tightly and his little hands were trembling on his lap. His green eyes behind the thick-rimmed glasses darted everywhere frantically, as if he wanted to escape from there. He bit his lips until they were red and plump. He was delicious to look at.
"You're not supposed to wear shoes in this room, child."
The boy looked at his host, shaking. "I'm sorry, sir." He took off his shoes quickly and laid them under the bed neatly. When he started on his socks the man stopped him.
"Leave it."
The boy nodded obediently. "Yes sir." He looked down. His hands were fiddling with the end of his shirt.
The man smiled indulgently. He knelt in front of the boy and lifted his face with his thumb and forefinger. "You are a good boy, are you not?"
"Yes sir." He nodded vigorously.
"And beautiful, too."
He blushed.
"Like an angelic child," said the man.
"Oh no sir, I'm just a boy. You..." his eyes glimmered with golden tints inside the green. "You are the Angel."
"Oh?" queried the man. "Why do you say that?" He stroked his cheek while his other hand rested on the boy's knee.
The boy blushed prettily. "You have blue eyes and golden hair. You look like the picture I saw in a Sunday school book. You know, about angels," he trailed off.
The man laughed softly. "I never have been called an Angel before." A devil, yes, but never an Angel . But..."I can, however, be one. If you want me to." His hand crept upward, caressing the silky skin.
The boy smiled. His cheeks reddened even more. He darted his tongue between his lips, which were suddenly dry, suddenly trembling. He wet them instinctively.
The man's blue eyes flared briefly. The boy didn't understand what that meant, but later, much, much later, he would love and hate the heated gaze. Only now he was all warm and comfortable and safe with this man.
"It is your first time in today's gathering, is it not?" asked the man as he contentedly touched his exposed skin, starting from his hands, his arms then they went down to his legs, his feet and went up and down repetitively.
The boy nodded.
"Do you like it?"
The boy squirmed. "It was weird. I have never been, you know, I mean..." he stopped, trying to find words to describe what he was feeling. "My family... they were not the touchy sorts. But those men...and I never met them but they were so attentive of me and my family was never..."
"They never hugged you or kissed you?" or touched you like they loved you.
He shook his head. "It was different. They sort of do that with my cousin but never..." me . "Oh," He gasped when the man's warm hand caressed his inner thigh.
"You were never loved?"
No. Never.
The man gazed at him. "Do you want me to?"
The boy looked at him innocent and clueless.
"If you want, I can be." Your Angel, and "I could love you." And show you what it was like to be loved and to love, to give and to receive.
"Oh." His eyes were wide and bright.
The man parted his legs. "Say yes." His hands caressed up and down his legs.
They were warm and they left tingling sensation all over him: Inside and out, and between his legs. His lips parted and he panted softly. The boy nodded his pretty little head.
The man smiled gently. "I want to kiss you." He drew his face near. His hot breath brushed hotly against the pale skin. "May I?"
The boy tilted his head. His eyes fluttered half-close. His lips parted...
Yes.
TBC
Thanks to my betas and early readers: Bunny Slayr, Leila, Keikokin, Draco Malfoy, Ryoko Ishana, Harvest, Liadyn Malfoy, Lacey1230