Disclaimer, Pairing and Warning: in chapter 01

Every you, Every Me
C & P by IncubusSuccubus

Carve Your Name Into My Arm. Instead of Stressed, I Lie Here Charm

He touched the boy's back carefully, marveling at the thin layer of muscle, and watched him while he was asleep in deep slumber. The bareback was flawless but every time he caressed the boy, he could feel the pulse of something underneath that silky smooth flesh, like a sliver of magic under his fingertips. His blues eyes seemed to glow bright silver before they dimmed.

He caressed the boy's flesh again and counted the magical bumps. They were more prominent this year. He didn't think about them before, until now. The undercurrent was decidedly darker. His boy was usually radiant, bright and innocent.

This year he was different.

Outside the rain hit the windows hard like a rainstorm. The room was almost dark and misty cold, but fortunately they were warmed under the thick blankets. He got up and started the fire to give the room light and a bit of warmth. And maybe he would get something to drink.

Harry woke up and sleepily looked for his Angel. He found the man standing near the fireplace, drinking a glass of some kind of liquor, brandy maybe. He couldn't help but marvel at the strongly built body and the golden white color gracing his Angel.

The man noticed him awake and walked towards the bed elegantly. His Angel's muscles rippled under the glow from the fire as he stalked like a graceful feline towards the bed. His Angel made him breathless.

The older man watched the boy watching him as he sat on the bed. The boy's green eyes were luminous like he was looking at a deep forest. Without the glasses, Harry looked like a lithe forest nymph. The boy's eyes were so intense. The boy's gaze caught his breath. He dropped his eyes and followed the shadows down the boy's face, his neck and his shoulder.

Harry followed his Angel's line of vision and his chest constricted with suppressed emotion he had yet to name. He caught /that/ look several times but never so blatantly as today. "Master…"

"Shh." He cupped the boy's cheek and lifted his face up so he could kiss him. "You can say my name, love."

"Lucius."

The boy's ghostly breath brushed across his lips before Lucius kissed him lightly, almost chastely. Every time the boy said his name he shivered and his chest rumbled.

His boy was too innocent for his black heart. /But you don't want to loose the boy even though you know who he is/. He nipped and sucked the boy's lower lip with his teeth and slipped his tongue in when the boy moaned.

His boy was so sweet to his liking. /But you hurt him when he shamed you/. Lucius trusted his tongue in and out and sucked the boy's tongue into his mouth. He pulled the boy onto his lap and held him close.

Harry put his arms around his Angel. He played with Lucius' silvery golden hair. He loved it around his fingers. /He hurt you, but why can't you hate him?/ He shifted so his bottom would rub on the man's lap.

He let Lucius take command of the kiss. The man could plunge and take and teach him. /He hurt your friends, but why do you want him?/ Harry pressed his body closer and let the blanket fall off his shoulder.

When they broke their kiss, they were panting heavily, hot steamy breaths puffing in the air. Their skin-to-skin contact was luscious as they moved and ground against each other.

Lucius felt the boy shiver and looked at him with concern. "Cold?"

"…No," said Harry with his eyes half closed.

"Hmm." Lucius pulled Harry in a more comfortable position with him leaning against the bedpost and the boy half lying on top of him. He took the blanket and wrapped it half around the boy's shoulder.

Harry flinched when Lucius hand brushed his shoulder. "Hurt?"

"…No." Harry shook his head.

Lucius kissed Harry again, slower as if he was taking the time to get to know /Harry/. His hands moved under the blanket to caress the boy's skin. It was cool under his touch. He determined to warm Harry up. He embraced the boy tighter. He licked Harry's shoulder blade and he licked the misty cool skin, soothing the blue bruise he caused earlier. He kissed the slender neck and trailed up to kiss and lick the spot behind the boy's ear.

Harry gave a whimpering sob. He pulled the boy's earlobe into his mouth and nibbled it with his teeth. "Beautiful, my Harry." He sighed when his silk covered prick nestled and rubbed into the cleft of the boy's covered ass.

Harry whimpered again as the tip brushed and teased his hole. A dark painful pleasure coiled in the pit of his stomach. His body was still razor blade cold outside and molten hot inside.

They kissed, they touched, they explored and they moved lovingly, slowly, painfully in Harry mind, body and soul. He didn't realize he was crying.

"Sshh. I'm sorry I hurt you."

"It's not that," said Harry. He held onto his lover? Master? His Angel. His Lucius. He wanted to desperately believe that he didn't do anything wrong to want this man as much as this man wanted him, owned him. He didn't want to think he betrayed his friends, his extended family and the Headmaster. He didn't want to think he was a freak. His couldn't stop his silent cries. "Did you give the book to Ginny?"

"I never gave any book to young Ms. Weasley."

"You lie."

"If I was, could you prove it?"

"…No."

Sighed. "I didn't know the Dark Lord's other name either. Such an enlightening piece of information I admit."

"But who-"

"I don't know, dear boy. I don't know." Lucius brushed his tears away but they kept flowing from the beautiful green eyes. He was also in emotional turmoil. He didn't know how to stop the boy from crying. He didn't know how to soothe the pain. He knew the dilemma: torn between light and dark and knowing nothing in between. He knew the boy was too golden to understand his darkness so he kept silent.

"Just…" he clung at Lucius desperately. "Don't hurt them." Harry closed his eyes so tight like he was in pain. "Please..." he sobbed. "I...please, Lucius..."

The sweet sound of his Harry was twisting his gut. Lucius swallowed hard and hoped his hands and soft kisses on the boy's skin were enough to soothe the distraught boy.

"Don't hurt my friends." Harry's breath hitched. "Please."

"..." He embraced the boy tighter. His chest was tight. He held his boy in his arms and his other hand brushed away the tears.

"Don't---" Harry cried silently, tears streaking down his cheeks.

He covered the boy's eyes and tipped the boy's head back. He kissed Harry lovingly. "I'm sorry."

Harry choked louder and clung at him desperately and in tears.

"I can't."

TBC

Thanks to my betas and early readers: Draco Malfoy, Autumn Sun, Leila, Sansa

A/N: Halo, I can't believe I even get reviews for my first chan ;. Thank you thank you soo much. I always read my reviews and see the readers reaction before posting the next chapter. When writing chapter 4, I don't have many choice to approach the ending of book 2. Remember, Harry did free Dobby and Lucius is a Malfoy and a dangerous dark wizard and a Death Eater. Lucius has the pride to keep his pet in check (he is not a nice man), but he make up to Harry in his own way. I'm having a hard time between book 2-3 and book 4-5 transitions, so any input would be great. Keep the reviews comming and tell me what you think.

He knew the dilemma: torn between light and dark and knowing nothing in between.