Disclaimer, Pairing and Warning: in chapter 01

Every you, Every Me
C & P by IncubusSuccubus

Sucker Love, a Box I Choose. No Other Box I Choose to Use.

Today was raining again. The room was darker but the fire lit the fireplace and they had each other to warm the bed. The candlelight flickered as if there was a brush of wind.

"Come here," said Lucius with a breathy sigh.

Harry climbed on top of Lucius' lap.

"So how's school?" Lucius asked casually as he helped the boy straddled his lap. His hand snaked around the boy's slim waist and dragged the shorts a little bit lower from the hips. His thumb idly circling on the spot he knew would make Harry shiver.

And shiver he did. "I met my father's friends." Harry held onto his Angel's shoulders. He dropped his head and buried his face in the crook of Lucius' neck. "Did you know them?" Did you know my parents?

"Harry." He gathered the boy into his arms and cradled him on his lap. He had Harry's legs on either side of him. Lucius' back was leaning on the pillows by the bedpost. He licked and nuzzled the junction between the boy's collarbone and neck, biting the flesh, claiming the spot.

"Nhgg..oh."

Lucius chuckled and licked the bruised skin as if in apology. He held the boy's hip so that Harry's bottom rested on his prick. They brushed deliciously and groaned out loud.

He lifted the boy and laid him on the blanket with his head on the pillow. He gazed at the beautiful sight of his boy. The green eyes were slightly glazed and the pale column of his neck was beckoning him.

He stroked Harry's neck up and down from his throat to his collarbone. Lucius' wet lips soon followed the hot trail of his fingertips. Harry sighed softly.

"Your parents were the fairytale story, one that ended happily but not ever after," he said quietly after a moment.

Harry sucked in the air heavily. He never knew his parents and was not sure what he should feel. Maybe he felt a hint of sadness from the loss, but not overly despairing.

"The Hunter lost his way to grandma's house and couldn't save the baby boy with the red blanket." He watched his boy tip his head back in a sensual arc, exposing silky white skin. He reckoned it had been raining the whole time that year. No wonder his boy looked so pale. The boy's lips were slightly parted and his green eyes half-closed and his black ebony hair spread lovely on the white pillow. "And the rat scurried away, following the Pied Piper into the depth of darkness."

"How-" Harry was about to ask but he gasped instead as his Angel licked his nipple.

"The werewolf strayed from his path and met the baby boy when he grew up," he continued, ignoring the boy's question. "But he couldn't stay-" -to devour you, because I wouldn't let him. He bent down. Because you are mine. And he whispered in the boy's ear. "Did you miss him?"

TBC

Thanks to my earlier readers and beta: Draco Malfoy, Autumn Sun, Leila, Sansa

A/N: Since FFnet has policy with mature content, I post the longer version at my live journal, check my bio or just go to lj dot com slash users slash meine underscore liebe slash 13235 dot html. I also post this story at the silver snitch under user name IncubusSuccubus. review pls? )