White Coat, Chapter 4.
warnings: sex ahead, so all minors, out of the pool.
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Five weeks from when he was first brought to his new home Lucius stared up at the canopy over their bed and quietly said, "Tomorrow I want to put my coat on."
From beside him Harry sat up. "Are you sure, Luce? There is no need to rush."
Lucius met his concerned eyes resolutely. "I am certain I will never fully heal until I do." It was the truth. There was a gap, a void he could feel separating his human and veela selves. He didn't feel complete and he was confident he wouldn't until he changed.
"Alright," Harry reluctantly agreed. "Tomorrow after breakfast we'll try."
For this morning, for the first time, Lucius saw Harry's own veela coat. It was a beautiful reddish black and looked much larger than Lucius' own. Harry had chosen a room on the ground floor that looked to be used for storage, its hard wood floors and unadorned walls unrelieved by any furniture. At their entrance a large chest appeared in the center of the room and from this Harry withdrew his coat.
"Remus helped me through my first change. I'd felt feverish for days before. After that, for the next few times, until I learned to shift, it was easier to do when I was excited. Angry or upset. Or aroused." As he spoke he transfigured the now empty chest into a large pillow, big enough to accommodate them both. Kneeling on the pillow Harry held out his hand. "Come here, my fox."
Lucius frowned at the curl of anger he felt at thinking of someone else arousing his mate. He didn't like the implication, but shoved the feelings aside to consider later. Eyeing the pillow the blond doubted Harry meant to spark his temper. Over the last month he had learned his mate's touch and let him help him out of his robe, revealing his pale nude form beneath. He did not flinch once, expertly conditioned to arch into Harry's firm strokes and hard pinches. Nearly every night he had been taught to this pleasure and he clutched desperately at his coat as Harry quickly brought him to the edge of bliss.
Only to knock him down. Again and again his mate teased him to climax only to deny him. Lucius writhed, teeth cutting into his lip as he cried for release. Sweat dripped from his shivering limbs and he gulped in lungfuls of air. "Please, Harry, please," he begged. His balls were trying to draw up, but Harry had them in a hard grip, squeezing and yanking them down until Lucius wailed. Pleasure, pain, he could feel himself stretching to breaking between the two extremes. His awareness shrank to that stretch, that agonizing bridge between human and veela, father and mother, past and future, until he screamed. Shrank until he touched the other side and his world exploded.
It hurt. Hurt worse than any curse Voldemort had ever cast and he went a little mad from it. So long, over twenty years, and his veela side struck out with angered vengeance. His human mind, his reason and logic, was burned away. He became what he had been for years: a neglected, suffering animal. He had no awareness beyond his need to voice his pain and he howled, clawed hands gouging the floor and walls, leaving bloody disfigured paw prints behind.
/No./ A large body barreled into him, knocking him into a hard roll that fetched him against the far wall. From across the room a black veela snorted at him. /You are not to hurt yourself./
Too far gone to understand the human words Lucius snarled and attacked. The other veela met his charge and the two grappled the breadth of the room. Though Lucius had rage fueling his attack he was not a match to the heavier, more experienced veela. Teeth bit his nape and he went limp with a soft whine, unresisting as he was wrestled up onto his haunches. The larger veela mounted him in a show of dominance and claiming, establishing himself as the alpha. A few quick thrusts and then he pulled out, though he did not let go.
Held tightly to the other, the white veela slowly calmed. The rage, contained for too long, slowly cooled, helped along by his alpha's comforting purr. He wasn't alone and somehow that helped. Before he had been lonely and frightened, but he gradually remembered he was safe. Here with Harry no one could hurt him and to the veela that was more important than any perceptions of freedom. He was Lucius Malfoy-Potter and here, for the first time in his forty plus years, he knew comfort and safety.
Curled on their sides the two veela remained together for several hours. Harry purred and cleaned Lucius' fur, scent marking him as he took away the pain. The blond felt almost disconnected, hazily drifting while newly re-discovered parts of himself settled back into place. Harry occasionally licked his face and after a few hours the white veela licked back.
Rolling into a crouch Lucius watched Harry scratch his chest. The black veela was larger than himself, though with less hair. Roughly humanoid felines, veela could stand upright or move about on all fours, looking something like a fantastical imagining of a cross between a fox and a cat. Lucius knew from his studying that veela could shift from human, humanoid and full beast at will. Harry had pointed human ears but Lucius could feel his own twitching from atop his head. Distractedly swishing the floor behind him Harry's tail was long and short haired. Lucius preferred his own, elegant and full, complimenting the heavier fur on his fore arms and legs. While Harry's coat certainly looked exotic, shimmering with a red reflection as the light struck him, Lucius decided he was prettier. Really, Harry looked like an oddly done panther rather than a true Magical Creature. Poor baby, Lucius huffed.
The noise attracted the boy's attention and before he could escape Lucius was tackled back onto their pillow. Harry was playfully growling and Lucius gamely shoved back. His veela side was no older than his mate and mewled at the chance to play. Behind them the door suddenly clicked open and Lucius wiggled away, leading the black veela on a chase through the mansion. The house elves made themselves scarce, perhaps remembering better than their masters that veela used to regularly eat elves.
Finally, Harry caught him in the garden, rolling him through a fragrant patch of green. This time, Lucius knew to lift his tail to Harry's triumphant claiming, fresh blood running from his nape. His arsehole protested as well but the white veela just wiggled and clawed at the cool dirt. Again neither of them orgasmed, but Lucius felt happy just the same. With the shaded cool ground beneath him, the sun warming him from above and his mate wrapped tightly about him Lucius fell asleep, uncaring of the dirt or open air. When he woke hours later it would be once again as a man. Harry was still in veela form, but, waking when Lucius stirred, he easily changed back. Watching from inches away, all Lucius could see was a blurring no matter how hard he squinted, and then Harry was back. Gathering up their coats they went in for dinner, pale and tanned fingers casually entwined and unremarked upon. Neither took notice of any subtle changes to Lucius' appearance, both glad the blond was becoming what he should have always been.
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When Harry did not find his mate in the library he immediately wandered out into the blond's second favored place amongst the dozens of rooms that filled the mansion: the garden. Bringing forth his veela only enough to perk his nose he followed the trail of scent to his mate. Lucius was stretched out on a soft patch of grass, plume of tail lazily waving in the air as he stalked a fat bee dancing just past his nose. For the past six weeks the blond had lived in his veela form, exploring the world that had been denied to him for so long. From bees to flowers Lucius diligently stalked his prey with playful intensity. Even though he had done much the same when he had first donned his coat it was somehow more kittenish watching Lucius do the same. It was certainly more erotic and Harry firmly wrangled those desires.
Though Lucius was a full grown man his veela growth had been prematurely stunted, even before he'd gone into his first heat. A year had thankfully elapsed between Harry's veela maturation and that first itching, burning ache to just fuck. He still fondly remembered that first time, spent with the Weasley twins and their collection of toys. When he looked in Lucius' eyes, however, he could find no awareness of himself as a sexual creature. It raised a conflict in Harry on an instinctual level, his veela confused over whether his mate was an adult or child, but he knew the only way to fully awake Lucius' veela side was to encourage him to accept the pleasures of his body.
Harry well knew that if anyone from Hogwarts or the Order had borne witness to his treatment of the former deatheater over the past month there would have been strident objections. Though they never openly spoke of it, Harry knew Lucius had been physically and sexually abused by Voldemort and his followers. Modern thought would dictate avoiding any sexual contact whatsoever and handling Lucius with utmost care at a cautious distance. None of which Harry had done, simply because modern sensibilities had nothing to do with veela. Lucius was his mate and though he was currently too damaged to consciously recognize his body's yearnings, it would have hurt him more in the long run if the blond's mate had refused to touch him. On their most primal levels, veela needed the touch of their mate to live.
Watching Lucius viciously eat a flower, happily growling until he abruptly coughed and spit the offending bloom out, Harry wondered if he was going to go insane before his mate was ready for him. They could have coupled as humans, he was certain Lucius wouldn't fight him, but that would only have increased his frustration and possibly back lashed on him. His veela needed its mate and in a very real, painful, sense, Lucius wasn't it.
Ears twitching amidst his mane of silver white hair Lucius rubbed his face into the grass, clawed hands kneading into the dirt. His low pitched purr was a siren's call Harry could not resist and he pulled a shrunken chest out of his pocket. A whispered word and he bounded over to his mate, crouching in front of him. Lucius' head jerked up in surprise and Harry's kissed his nose before he leapt away, tail lightly whapping the blond's face in challenge.
The romp would not end the way Harry wished it would, but it was still fun to chase each other about, pushing Lucius to discover the limits of this form. The blond was getting very good at scaling trees, Harry grumbled to himself, throwing his heavier bulk up the tree's trunk after the more svelte veela. Maybe the Slytherin was part snake, but Harry grinned, he was not part bird and the dark veela caught him mid-leap from branch to branch. Lucius gave a short yelp to suddenly find himself upended under Harry's arm, instinctively curling into his body as Harry carried them back to the flower strewn ground.
They rolled in a tangle of limbs until Harry had the blond beneath him, wiggling as much as he could. He did not struggle out of fear, bottom lip caught by sharp little teeth to hold in his merriment, and Harry was as careful as always to keep his ardent interest away from Lucius' notice. Holding his wrists to the crushed pansies Harry playfully nipped at his throat, wanting to hear him squeal. Lucius wiggled harder, starting to pant. A long leg slid up between Harry's, the blond arching to rub them together.
Harry froze. The scents swirling around them were changing, Lucius' musk deepening. Sparking a reciprocal pheromone change in Harry's. Could their day have finally come? The blond moaned sharply, eyes widening in mounting fear as a warm flush brightened his skin.
"Harry?" Lucius whispered, unconsciously rubbing against him. "What is happening?"
"Shhh," Harry soothed, starting a rough purr to calm the panicking veela. Letting go of his wrists Harry settled more heavily against his mate, gently rocking, caressing his shivering sides. Lucius reacted as hoped; gasping sharply and clinging tightly in mounting excitement. "I think you're feeling your first heat, fox."
"Heat . . .," Lucius whined softly, straining against him, "I, Harry, please. I am burning!"
Okay, this heat was coming on fast. Trying to think with his own erection digging into the soft fur covering Lucius' hip Harry groaned. They needed to . . .needed to . . . "Change back, Luce," Harry said desperately, changing back himself. His dark coat fell around them and Lucius grabbed at it.
"Can't," the blond cried, mewling sharply and thrashing in his hold. "Make this stop, Harry! Stop it at once!"
Harry shook his head. "It is a heat, my fox. Unfortunately, they happen and there are only two ways to deal with them: satisfy it or isolate yourself and ride it out." He carded back his mate's hair, sympathy shining in his verdant eyes. "I can tell you from experience the second will be agonizing and last on nigh a week. Surrender to what your body asks of you and the burning will abate quickly into a unique pleasure you'll not know outside of a heat. Let me try to change you back. It might help." Firmly he pushed his veela against Lucius', forcing the submissive beast to retreat. The blond whimpered at the forced change, twisting in brief pain, but still looked somewhat relieved when he at last blinked open his eyes, fully human. The fever of his heat looked undiminished, however, and Lucius groaned.
Maddened argent eyes stared up into his, but Harry had been nothing but forthright since Lucius had come here. He had no reason to lie now when it'd been his right to bed Lucius whenever he chose. Reading about the biology and drives of a magical race was a far cry from experiencing it and Harry saw that realization dawn in Lucius' eyes. This was real. Though it had taken him over two decades he was at last reaching veela maturity.
Harry grinned, happy for his mate, for their bond. "Lucius?"
The blond shakily nodded, but struggled when Harry took up rubbing against him. "A Malfoy does not copulate in the grass like a commoner," he prudishly protested.
The brunette chuckled, licking a path from collarbone to ear. "We're not in the grass, we're on a bed of flowers."
Yet Lucius did not relax, even as his body desperately arched into Harry's. "Not our first time, Harry," he quietly enjoined.
The man was truly determined to drive him mad, but Harry stopped. Took a deep breath, which really didn't help, taking in a great lungful of their mingled pheromones. Trembling fingers ghosted across Lucius' flushed cheeks and Harry kissed his beautiful fox even as he apparated them to their bedroom. They landed softly on the bed and Harry drew back, grinning wickedly. Lucius undulated beneath him, long slender hands sliding up to catch the hem of his shirt and slowly draw it up. The white coat splayed out over the red coverlet beneath the blond brought forth the luminance of the slowly revealed skin.
Harry stilled his wrist when a wide patch of that pale belly was bared, trembling with the blond's panted breath. His hand, tanned a creamy gold, must have felt cold because Lucius flinched to feel his fingers lightly stroke his over warm skin. Silvery blue eyes watched him, watched him lay a proprietary hand and slide it up under the shirt to brush over a pebbled nipple. Lucius' breath shuddered out of him but he did not look away.
"My silver fox, tell me you are mine. That what we do today will just be a beginning."
Lucius' eyes closed for the longest minute of Harry's life. The blond veela was shivering constantly with desperate need yet his face was almost serene when he at last met Harry's expectant gaze. "You are my mate," he husked. "MINE and no other's."
"Yes." Harry slipped off the bed, quickly retrieving his wand and spelling away his clothes. Then Lucius'. "I am yours alone."
Pale ivory skin and silvery blond hair spread out over pristine white fur that shone with a blue purity. Those impossibly long legs bent open and wide to receive him with the veela's smooth slender cock rising from its bed of platinum curls: Harry's fantasy come reality. Rising gracefully to his elbows Lucius smiled, most likely at his dumbstruck expression. "And I yours."
A whispered word brought him a jar of lubricant and Harry climbed back atop his mate, abandoning his wand under the pillows so he could again concentrate on his quickly unraveling fox. The sensation of skin on skin made them both groan, Lucius changing pitch as he whimpered and mewled, bucking against the weight atop him. The blond was again lost in his tumultuous rage of emotions. He felt feverish, but Harry only briefly marveled at the stubbornness of the man to repress the demands of nature and fate to insist on a mutual claiming.
"Shhh, Lucius, this is meant to happen," Harry soothed, stroking his sweat sheened chest and stomach, frowning at the quaking tremble of the flesh beneath his hands. Had his first heat been as bad for him?
"Now, Harry, please, now," the words were disjointed and made little sense, but he understood well enough the legs that wrapped around him and the hands that clawed at his back. He wasn't certain, but if this was Lucius' first heat since puberty then it was going to quickly turn agonizing if he wasn't soon gratified.
Slicking his fingers, he pressed one quickly through the veela's entrance, hissing as anal muscles clamped tightly onto the invading digit. Lucius' whole body was clenched and Harry realized there was no way to take him in this state without hurting him. A moment to think and he muttered another spell, the effects immediately noticed as the vice around his finger relaxed. Two fingers thrusted in and scissored, barely stretching the blond's passage before being replaced by a length significantly harder.
Lucius howled as his body was breached by Harry's tumescent shaft. Silver hair whipped against his face and shoulders as the veela thrashed, the powerful arching of his back lifting them both from the mattress. Tightening his grip on the slimly pale hips Harry pressed inside until Lucius had taken every inch of him. An exquisite clench of heat that convulsively spasmed as Lucius orgasmed. The Gryffindor gritted his teeth to keep from coming himself, riding out the first of many orgasms to come. Both their stomachs were slick with come and the veela's manhood had not noticeably softened. Forcing his breathing to a slow in and out Harry cautiously began to move. Shallow thrusts that barely moved him in Lucius' body.
They started slowly, but Lucius did not allow them to long linger at that agonizing pace. With voice and body he urged Harry to a harder pace, to impale him fully with all the strength he could muster. They rocked together with heaving breath, grunting and crying aloud over the wet slap of their bodies. Harry knew he was bruising Lucius' pale flesh with his grip but he could not relent, could not slow down. Could not stop. They were beasts, straining into one another, striving for a unity just beyond their ken.
Harry's coat, slid partly off during their rut, dissolved into a swirl of darkness. It swept over their entangled bodies, neither noticing when Lucius' coat fell into the cloud of energy dancing over them. Their forms blurred as they neared the pinnacle, lost in a starry nimbus of darkness. Veela to veela, their very magicks wedded together in a surge of ecstasy that swept them up in a blinding explosion.
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Feeling the warmth of his coat draped over his nude body Harry slowly swam back to consciousness. Turning his head he saw Lucius sprawled out next to him, his own coat down around his hips, face turned away. When he tried to move Harry groaned, feeling a general ache throughout, but stubbornly flopped over onto his side. Why hadn't anyone told him mating would take so much out of him? He felt as weak as a babe, but lifting his hand to touch that beautiful expanse of bared ivory he could also feel their bond. He could feel Lucius, a slightly sweet coolness faintly occupying a corner of his mind and around his heart.
At his touch Lucius stirred. A slender hand slowly lifted to brush back his tangled hair, a moan Harry sympathized with coming softly. "Fox?" Harry whispered, the endearment sounding raspy from his raw throat. The blond turned to look at him and Harry's breath caught.
No one had told him to expect this.
TBC.