Disclaimer, Pairing and Warning: in chapter 01

Every you, Every Me
C & P by IncubusSuccubus

You Pucker Up, Our Passion's Spent

He knew just how to react to a caress, a kiss or both. His knew his 'uncles' liked it when he sat on their lap and smiled sweetly. He often wanted to please them in return for these fleeting kisses and touches.

He felt so empty without love for eight cold years... all he wanted was to be loved.

So he pleased them.

His favorite, his Angel, was certainly no different. He touched Harry everywhere and said he was a pretty boy and he would like to love him.

Harry's answer was a nod and a sweet smile. The man seemed pleased with that.

Just like his other uncles.

Did you like it when they touched you like that?

Jealousy

Nobody could touch you like that apart from me.

Possessive

My boy. My own.

Mine

Uncle Vernon never introduced other uncles anymore. Every day, in every week, in every month of the summer he would spend it at his Angel's apartment, or a loft as his Angel explained the building to him.

"It was magic," said the boy. He was eleven years old and as curious as any other boy.

"Really?" The man stroked the boy's bare back and urged his sweet little boy to lie on the bed while he lay beside him.

"Yes," he said excitedly. "It has an enchanted ceiling that reflects the sky. I love the night sky the most because it show the stars and the moon. We couldn't see them in London or even in Uncle Vernon's house because of the lights you see. Mrs. Figg explained to me about the lights. Anyway, the castle also had candles floating around us. There were hundreds of them. They were like floating stars in the middle of the Great Hall." The boy played with his golden hair, idly rolling and un-rolling the silky cool hair around his little fingers. He would let the strands cascade and fall around him because they felt good on his skin.

"Sounds magical alright."

"You think so?" The boy beamed at him. "My family didn't want to hear about it. I almost got hit with a frying pan because Aunt Petunia,(that was my aunt, my Uncle's wife), doesn't like magic." They hate magic.

"You are not hurt are you?" he looked at the boy, slightly worried.

The boy shook his head. "I'm okay. It's no worse than usual. I just can't understand why they hate," he lowered his voice. "Magic."

"Ah." He paused. "People sometimes don't want to understand those who are different from them. Maybe they are afraid or they are jealous of people with 'magic'."

"Are they afraid of me?"

"Perhaps. Or they are jealous."

"But I'm just a boy."

"You're a special boy and if they can't love you because you're special, then it's their loss." He took off the boy's glasses and laid them carefully on the side table. "They're blind not to see you."

"You're so understanding, for a Muggle. A Muggle is a person without magic, you see. You're the only Muggle that doesn't freak out when I say magic, besides Mrs. Figg that is."

"Maybe it's because I'm open minded." He took a bottle of dark golden liquid and uncorked it.

The boy laughed. "Maybe it's because you're an Angel."

The man looked at the boy. "Why did you say that?" He dipped his finger in, then touched said finger to the boy's lips and urged the boy to lick it off.

He grinned. "Because you're magic." He darted his tongue and tasted the sweet-like-honey golden liquid.

The man stared at the boy. Bright green eyes stared back filed with unconditional love and trust. He couldn't resist but to kiss the boy, sweetly and lovingly, coaxing those lips to part for him. He teased the plump lips then slipped his tongue in to explore the hot and wet cavern. The boy tasted lusciously sweet. The liquid burnt his tongue; their lips warm and hot and wet.

It was the addiction of the kiss. Involving two tongues. One was teaching and the smaller, younger one was learning.

When they broke the kiss, the boy was breathless and his eyes were bright, yearning for more.

The man nuzzled the boy's neck. "Tell me more about this school of yours."

"Hmm," he sighed contently. "There's this man, he's my Potions Master. He saved me from the other Professor who wanted to get this rock..."

TBC

Thanks to my betas and early readers: Jane, Leila, Draco Malfoy, Ryoko Ishana, Catherine Siviter, Autumn Sun, Mermaid3290, Harvest, Liadyn Malfoy, Lacey1230