Disclaimer, Pairing and Warning: in chapter 01

Every you, Every Me
C & P by IncubusSuccubus

No Circumstances Could Excuse

When Harry regained consciousness, it was night and the room was dark. He got up and went to the bathroom to wash off and take a long shower. He felt dirty and numb. And yet…. With only a towel wrapped around his waist, he stepper into the softly lit bedroom. He crept in slowly and climbed onto the bed.

Lucius opened his eyes and regarded the boy silently. Then with a soft voice he said, "I knew you would come."

Harry closed his eyes. "Yes," he said. "I have." He discarded the towel and leaned down.

"Come."

The boy fell into the man's arms with a sigh and burrowed deep into the warmth and safety of his Angel. He was trapped in a maelstrom of emotion but he knew nothing else but to trust this man unconditionally. Their mouths and tongues joined in slow building kiss.

Lucius changed his position a little so he could accommodate his boy. They laid comfortably with him occasionally caressing the boy. He dropped a light kiss on the boy's forehead and whispered, "I'm not a nice man."

"I know," said Harry, just as quiet.

"And yet you're here."

"I can't help it."

Lucius tipped the boy's face up and looked deep into those green eyes. "I know what you're thinking." He stroked the boy's cheek. "You want to know why you're here, why I'm here. You want to know why your flesh burns under my touch, why your blood boils with just a kiss, why your bones shiver with desire when you are with me. You want to know why life and death are related, why I stand by his side."

Harry swallowed, his throat constricted tightly. "Why?"

Lucius touched the boy's lower lip with his fingertip. "I want you." -And you want me. "You need me." -And I you. "And I have to-" Walk this path, and so do you. I was too late to save you then but we haven't lost the war yet.

Harry took his older lover's arm into his and turned it around so the palm was facing up. The black skull and snake entwined, etched deep on the pale skin. "You believe in him, don't you? You believe in Voldemort's ideals because you're not disturbed by that monster." Harry would have been amazed that Lucius didn't flinch at the Dark Lord's name if he had not been too tired from everything that happened.

"He has some good points and the power to back up his strength," said Lucius quietly. He took back his hand and cradled the boy, glad when the boy didn't flinch away from his tainted soul.

"He's wrong," said Harry, nuzzling on the man's neck and settling comfortably in Lucius' warm embrace. His hands stroked back at his Angel's cool skin.

"Prove to me he's wrong. Prove to me /I'm/ wrong." He caressed the boy's bare back. His fingertips touched the sliver of magic spheres.

"I will."

Someday.

TBC

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