A/N: Damn! This is a long one!
Chapter 16
It had taken a few hours of peace from his son for Lucius to be able to leave him alone and be satisfied that he would be alright.
Once he'd finally pulled himself from Draco's sleeping side, he decided he should probably get something to eat, or at least nibble on, before bed. It was nearly midnight and he hadn't heard a peep from Draco for nearly three hours. The fever seemed to have passed within the hour of taking the potion and his fidgeting had calmed less than half an hour after that. Even with all of this, Lucius had decided to sleep in Draco's room in the armchair he had claimed as his for whenever he visited his son's wing of the house. He knew Draco would be fine, but his fatherly instincts wouldn't let him leave his son alone until he had awoken again and proved his health.
After a quick bite he would return to his son's side. He briefly wondered where Harry was, but, judging by the time, his mate was probably already asleep.
When Lucius entered the Dining Room he was quite surprised to see Harry sitting at the table, and in his chair!
The veela cocked his head to the side as he stepped closer and Harry glanced up at him before returning to his bowl of steaming porridge.
There goes his assumption of Harry being asleep.
"What are you doing?" Lucius asked him softly with a slightly rough and unused voice.
"Eating." Harry answered, taking a small spoonful into his mouth whilst he looked up at Lucius, as if to ask, What does it look like I'm doing?
"You're in my chair." Lucius pointed out and Harry looked at him; silently replying with a raised brow, So?
The blonde guessed that having your own chair of station wasn't really something that Harry understood yet. The chair at the head of the table was for the Head of House whether he was present in the building or not, it was to be left vacant for him to acknowledge his stature. Instead of arguing it over, Lucius merely sat on Harry's right and the teen gave him a nod of acknowledgement.
"Couldn't sleep?" Lucius asked his mate softly.
"I had too much energy in me to sleep." Was his response along with another spoonful of lumpy slop. Good thing it tasted better than it looked, or he would have puked just from the sight of it. "How has Draco been?"
Lucius smiled at the other man. He had guessed that Harry would eventually inquire about Draco and it caused a soft warm flush to flare in his chest before it calmed once again to a dull sweet ache that he always felt around his mate -it was the wonderfully sweet assurance that his mate was alive and alright at all times. The ache was like a heartbeat; when it was still Lucius knew something was wrong, and when it ached sweetly like now, he knew things were fine. Yet another side effect of the kiss they had shared.
"Draco has been sleeping peacefully for a few hours. I only came down here for a quick bite before returning."
Harry looked the blonde's tired frame over and cocked his head at the blonde. "You look exhausted. How about I stay with Draco tonight to make sure he gets through the night alright and you get rest?" It wasn't much of question, or a suggestion, but Lucius still felt capable to argue against the firm decision.
"I think not. You are equally as worry-worn and drained as myself. I am fine with staying with Draco tonight. It isn't a duty. He is well enough to stay alone, but I feel it is my parental right to sleep beside my son in case he needs me at all. Do you understand?"
Harry rolled his eyes in frustration. "Of course, and I also feel some kind of odd urge to be by his side," he spoke seriously, "but it's perfectly absurd for us both to sleep with him, so how about we come to a compromise? Hmm?" Harry queried with a raised brow as he took a sip of cold water, leaving the compromise up to Lucius to decide.
The veela sat in contemplative thought for a short time before his eyes suddenly came alight with mischief.
"Here is the only compromise I am willing to make with you." He started and immediately had Harry's full curious attention. "You may guard our Draco tonight while I rest in my own room, but tomorrow you must allow me to baby you and take care of you as you deserve for the entire day."
"Excuse me?" Harry questioned with a frown. He didn't quite understand the compromise, nor what Lucius was getting out of this besides a good night sleep.
"You haven't had anyone to take care of you completely before as if you were a prince, correct? I would like to do this for you. I would like to -in a sense- be your servant for tomorrow and take care of your every whim and treat you as the royalty you deserve for the wonderful person you are." Lucius' eyes showed nothing but the sincerity in his voice.
Harry looked at him warily. "You want to treat me like a prince?" He asked.
"Yes." Lucius nodded.
"What's the catch?" The teen's eyes narrowed.
"You have to not argue with anything I wish to pamper you with." Lucius responded with a small smirk. "You can't do anything without me with you so you don't have to lift a finger the entire day. If I want you to lounge about while I fluff a pillow for your feet or read to you, you have to endure whatever I see fit."
Harry saw a bit of Slytherin in the blonde's eyes, but also sincere desire to do as he spoke. Lucius wanted to take care of him as any mate desired to do every once in a while. Was he seriously thinking of accepting this?
"Everyone deserves to be treated special at least once in a while, and I would like tomorrow to be your day." Lucius finished with a warm smile.
Harry sighed, not really seeing a downside to the argument, so he finally nodded a few times before meeting the blonde's eyes.
"That sounds lovely." He answered wearily and Lucius rewarded his kind words with a bright smile which quickly turned into a smirk as he saw the mechanics in Lucius' mind spin and work as he planned and schemed the next day completely.
"Good night, Harry." Lucius told his mate as he stood, ruffling Harry's messy hair before exiting the room with a long sure stride.
What have I gotten myself into? The dark-haired teen asked himself as he continued with his porridge.
After finishing the meal, Harry called for a house-elf to take his dishes with a 'Thank you' and left for Draco's room.
As Harry entered Draco's bedroom silently, the younger blonde's eyes cracked open and he blearily looked up at him before his eyes shown with recognition and he almost seemed to bow his head as Harry approached.
Harry sat beside Draco smoothly on the bed's edge and reached out a hand unconsciously to stroke Draco's soft hair.
"Draco, how are you?"
"Better." Draco answered, leaning up onto his elbow, nudging Harry's hand to continue what it was doing.
"Draco, can I ask something of you?" Harry asked softly.
"Of course." Draco replied as he met Harry's gaze unflinchingly.
"Today, when I asked if you would acknowledge me as your parent, I didn't mean for you to do so. I had not meant to trigger your veela side into submission at all. I was merely curious, and when your veela side seemed to acknowledge me, I worried that we would change. Lucius and I are nowhere near together yet and if that doesn't happen, I didn't… I don't want us to be different… well, not really. I still want us to be able to say everything to each other like before and still be able to keep some secrets from Lucius -whether he and I are together or not- and only to ourselves, but I also know that you can draw comfort from me -because of your veela side's acceptance- in more of parental way and if you need to, I want you to draw from me like that. You get it? This should only draw us closer, not farther apart. I hope that being your friend and… whatever I am… we will be closer than even your father and you are. That's all that I meant by asking you that earlier. You don't have to think that I'm higher in the ranks than you. You can still joke. We can still prank one another. You can still swear and cuss at me to your little black heart's content, etc."
Draco snickered as he sat up completely and looked levelly into Harry's eyes. "I'd love that." He nodded once and they both laughed. "Does this mean that you have accepted my father completely?" He questioned with a great deal of hope shining through on his face.
Harry looked back without glancing away from those blue/silver eyes as he debated the issue in his head.
"I have not completely accepted Lucius, but…" He looked away, then back to Draco. "We have a confidence, right? You won't go telling your father?"
The blonde was torn over this for only a moment before he nodded honestly to his confidant.
Harry sighed in relief as he opened his mouth and continued. "There's something there." Harry whispered breathlessly. Draco watched in shock as emotion and power seemed to swirl and grind away at Harry as he released all of his emotion -allowing them to touch him without restraining them so he could honestly tell Draco all of what he had been feeling lately, using his hands to show emphasis. Draco was continuously amazed at how Harry was able to subdue almost all of his emotion to later go over in this manner. It must have been one of his Auror skills, but it was quite beautiful to watch because as a 'Dark Creature' Draco could actually see the aura and emotions rage around Harry at times like this. "I feel something deep for Lucius. After he kissed me, I found myself wanting to touch him back and it startled me. I wasn't sure if it was because of the kiss or not, but… There are issues we have to talk about -him and I- but I think it's going somewhere." He blushed slightly as he looked up to Draco with bright eyes. He pulled his glasses off in frustration and rubbed tiredly at the bridge of his nose.
Draco studied Harry for a while before he spoke. "What about the kiss?" He asked eagerly, though he tried to subdue himself slightly for his pride's sake.
"What about it?" Harry asked as he pushed his glasses back onto his face so that he could look over them at Draco, though the image was slightly blurred because of his bad vision. He had tried a vision spell on himself a while back, but it had eventually worn off to the point where people were blurry again, but at least he could tell who was who now.
"Did it give you a spark? Were there explosions? Did the world suddenly clear up and you saw your soul mate? Was-?" Draco stopped abruptly at the look Harry was giving him over his glasses -one brow raised high as the other furrowed and looked at him saying, You know better.
"You've been reading too many romance novels." Harry responded with a flippant sigh. "No, there were no explosions, or sparks. It was… I was surprised at first. He just… Damn!" He growled in frustration as he tried to sort his thoughts out and not confuse Draco further. "First thing I knew when I woke from my nap was that I was being kissed. He pulled back, I got up, we shared words, he suddenly decides to kiss me again without warning and it… took me aback. I didn't react to him at first, then it felt like something inside me was pulling my stomach out through my throat. I was engulfed by this alluring power coming from Lucius, but… it didn't feel like the 'veela allurement' that I felt from Fleur in Fourth Year. It was more of a loving tug." He shook his head, trying to clear his emotions from clouding his mind. "It felt… good, I guess." He murmured and Draco smiled so wide he looked like a Cheshire Cat, though Harry wasn't looking at him. "I almost think it felt… right… but that can't be right."
"Why can't it?" Draco argued abruptly, his own heart fluttering madly.
"How can it!" Harry shouted and stood to pace the room suddenly. "I've known him for such a short amount of time-"
"That's the power of us, Harry! That's the power of Veela! Our mates are made for us!"
"I understand that, but… it just seems too impossible that love can be found and built in mere days." He looked to the ceiling. "I realize that you Veela make a lot of odd things possible, but I just… guess I need to have more time with him to figure myself out. He made me promise to spend tomorrow with him."
Draco perked up at that. "Really? That's great." He smirked. "I'll make sure to leave you two alone." He winked suggestively.
Harry sighed. He had nothing more to add to this conversation.
Lucius gazed on Harry as he stirred his porridge continuously without really eating much of it.
More porridge. He thought with a hidden grimace. He likes that stuff?
The teen finally sighed heavily as he looked wearily around the room, and finally at Lucius for a short time.
Through the open curtains streamed bright sunshine which should have brightened his day, but he felt slightly wary about the day's upcoming events.
"I'm done with breakfast." Harry murmured reluctantly as he stood from his seat on Lucius' right.
Lucius nodded as he stood from his chair. He had woken quite early in the morning, bathed, woken Draco -the grump- for an early meal, then sent his son off as he awaited his mate to awaken an hour or so later. Draco had wished him good luck with his mate and strode off to work promising his father that he felt fine and he had to speak with his associates and today was good enough a day as any.
The veela silently led the way to his room, with Harry walking only a step behind him toward this unknown part of the Manor. Instead of taking the long way, which led by his Aunt's portrait, he went a shortcut, so the old bat wouldn't insult his Harry. He desperately desired for this day to go smoothly. He prayed this day would go smoothly.
Once they had reached his doors, Lucius opened one door for Harry and allowed the slightly shorter man to enter before him with a slight bow.
He shut the door securely behind them and gestured to the room they stood in. "These are my rooms, in case you were wondering. I hope you remember how to get up here, but I'll show you again if you don't."
The dark-haired youth nodded numbly. "I remember." He mumbled. "Do we really have to do this?" Harry asked with a defeated look that seemed uncharacteristic of his features as he looked around the lavish Sitting Room.
"You agreed." Lucius responded with a small triumphant smile as he looked his mate up and down once.
The Auror looked back warily. He had indeed agreed to this, but it just made him too uncomfortable now that the task came down to completing it. Lucius noted this with a sad frown.
"Have faith." The veela whispered to him gently, and their eyes connected. "I only want to pamper you. All I want is to take care of you like you've deserved for ad infinitum."
The dark-haired teen breathed in deeply and let his breath out with a sigh. "What do you want me to do?"
"Feel… enjoy…" Lucius answered as he smiled at the other man. "Draco says Muggles call it 'spa treatment'." He stated as he led his mate to the door after the fireplace on the left of when you walk in. He opened it and stepped in with Harry following behind him shortly.
Harry let out a laugh. "Okay. Now what?" He admired the marble and grandeur of the bathing room before looking back to Lucius curiously. He tried to hide any kind of anxiety, but the blonde only looked at him with gentle loving eyes.
"Disrobe down to your undergarments and lay down on the chaise in the Sitting Room face down for a massage." He instructed as he turned to leave his lavish bathroom.
"Er, uh, Lucius?"
The veela turned gracefully back to look on his mate calmly with a raised brow.
"I don't…" Harry paused a moment in nervousness, then ran a hand through his hair and forced himself to remember that he was no longer a school boy. He took a deep breath and decided this day would be very embarrassing if he was shy about himself and insecure. "I don't wear anything under my clothes." He finally said with a straight face and a confident demeanor that Lucius enjoyed. The blonde was taken aback for a moment before he smiled warmly.
"You can wear something of mine if you'll be more comfortable, or you can go in the raw, though I'll cover you with a sheet, of course. I intend to give you a massage." The veela in Lucius drew a great deal of pleasure from the thought that his mate might wear some of his clothes, or perhaps nothing at all.
"Boxers, if you have them." Harry replied.
Lucius nodded as he left Harry alone.
Knowing that Lucius wouldn't ever harm him intentionally, and knowing he could get up and walk away if he wanted, he began to undress -pulling off his jacket first.
Lucius stepped back into the bathroom just in time to see Harry pull the ends of his shirt over his head, exposing his lean muscle, toned chest, and broad shoulders exquisitely to his blonde watcher. Trying to keep his mouth closed, and his eyes and breathing calm, Lucius schooled his face to a tranquil mask as Harry's face popped out of his shirt and he saw Lucius. He continued pulling the shirt off his arms as he looked over at the veela in the doorway. As he walked over to Lucius, Harry tossed his shirt onto the empty vanity counter taking up a great deal of the corner.
"What have you got for me?" He queried, stepping closer to the blonde.
Lucius held a pair of silk boxers out to Harry, who took them with a sigh. "Thanks."
"I'll be waiting for you in the Sitting Room." Lucius announced as he left to change into more comfortable clothes for his task.
After stripping down completely, Harry pulled the silk boxers on and shivered as the material rubbed against himself.
Merlin, how does he go through a day wearing these? The teen thought as he tried to get his mind off the feel of the garment. He stepped out of the bathroom and into the Sitting Room, where Lucius awaited him on the long leather couch opposite of the roaring fireplace and beside the chaise.
"If you lay down, we can start." The veela gestured to a velvet chaise with a small table holding various oils, scents, cloths, powders, etc.
With a sigh Harry laid himself on the chaise so his feet lay on the backrest; he propped himself up on his elbows and cocked his head to the side to stare at Lucius.
"Now what?"
Lucius smirked at the man that he was now being allowed to touch; his mate. "Now we begin." He purred as he stood and walked over to his prize. Lucius sat on the edge of the chaise, his hip barely touching his mate's. He pulled a sheet from atop the chaise and covered Harry's lower body reluctantly with it.
"What now?" Harry asked as Lucius uncorked a large bottle of oil that immediately brought the smell of juniper to Harry's nose.
Before Lucius had time to react, Harry had swiftly sat up and leaned over him, grabbing the bottle in his hand (whilst grabbing his hand as well) and pulling the bottle to his nose for closer inspection.
This was the closest Lucius could remember Harry willingly getting to him, and he relished the situation as he took this time to smell Harry as well. His mate's neck was mere inches from his mouth.
"Is this juniper?" Harry asked in a heavenly voice.
"Yes." Gods! What that voice did to him!
"What's it for?"
"It goes on your skin. It's like a soothing ointment. It's supposed to help you relax and take away any aches you have."
Harry nodded with a smile. "That's the spice it's diluted with then?"
"You can smell the spice?" Lucius queried in shock. It awed him that someone without heightened senses could catch the taint to the smell.
"Well, no, but I've smelled juniper raw before and it doesn't bite at my nose like the smell of this does, so I assumed it had a spice in it."
"How perceptive." The blonde murmured, smirking at his mate.
Harry shrugged before releasing his hand and spinning gracefully to lay back the way he was, and propping himself on his elbows. He watched as Lucius poured the oil into this hand, placing the bottle down and corking it before rubbing his hands together slowly.
"This might be cold." The veela warned as he hovered his hands over Harry's back.
Harry glanced back at the man behind him nervously, but sighed, suddenly deciding he would trust the blonde instead of worrying like this. He reached back and rounded up his long black locks, twirling them together and holding them over his shoulder as he leaned down and rested his body on the chaise.
Lucius awed at the beauty of his mate before reaching to touch again.
"Wait." Harry breathed softly. It wasn't a denial, just a delay which caused Lucius to pull his hands back as Harry moved again, reaching a long strong arm back and silently calling a pillow from the couch to his hand which he promptly placed under his head before adjusting and nodding once for Lucius to continue. "I'm alright now."
When Lucius finally connected his slick hands with Harry's back, both fought down a growl of pleasure. He began slicking the oil over Harry's entire back before starting to push down more roughly on the tight shoulders. His mate began to make noises that almost caused him to stop, but he continued.
Moans, groans, gasps, soft cries when he touched a sensitive area were almost his undoing!
His hands roamed and plundered all over the youth's back, down and down until he reached the slim hips. Harry looked to be enjoying himself immensely. He almost looked to have fallen asleep as the knots and aches were worked away from his body.
When Lucius' hand slid over Harry's right hip, the youth's hand shot out and snatched his wrist back tightly, twisting it slightly as he sat up and on his side to glare a sleepy warning at the blonde.
"What-?" Lucius began with a frown, not really seeing what he'd done wrong, but Harry's expression changed back, as if he'd only been startled.
"You didn't do anything wrong." Harry told him with a small smile. "I have a scar there and it's just very tender. I was nearly asleep and you just surprised me."
The veela nodded once in understanding as his wrist was released.
Harry leaned back down onto the chaise on his side, exposing his hip for Lucius to see more clearly. He lifted his hand to Lucius. "Let me see your hand." Harry whispered softly.
Lucius obliged and Harry moved his hand so only two figures were outstretched.
"You can't see the scar because the medi-witches fixed it up so well, but it was a nasty wound. You can feel it, though." Harry brought the blonde's fingers to his skin and delicately swirling them over his hip.
Lucius gasped slightly at the groove and texture of the skin where he could feel the scar. It had definitely been a deep one. Though there was no discoloration, he could feel the fresh new hairless skin that smoothed over the area. It caused a flare of possessive anger to shoot through him.
Who dared to harm his mate like this!
"Who hurt you?" He demanded his question with a growl very deep in his throat.
Harry looked up to the man behind him, slightly startled, but also smiling slightly.
"There's nothing you could do about it." Harry told him with a shake of his head.
"I doubt that." Lucius snapped back, but Harry merely laughed at him before squeezing the hand in his to calm the irate man down.
"I mean that there is actually nothing you could do about it, whether you knew his name or not. I had my saber in his chest, piercing his lung when he pulled a knife from his waist and stabbed me before dying. There is nothing more you can do to harm the man."
"Does he have any relatives?" He asked coldly. He wasn't expecting the laugh, that's probably why he nearly fell off the chaise when it happened. His mate just began laughing a hearty laugh that made Lucius pause everything, including his heartbeat as he admired the beauty before him. He'd never heard such music previously. It felt natural to place his hand on the youth's abdomen as he threw his dark head back and let out louder peels of laughter.
When he had finally let it all out, Harry sat back up onto his elbow and looked up to Lucius with a flushed face and a slight tear in his eye which he wiped away with a smile.
"Oh, man, I haven't laughed like that in ages." He smiled adorably up at the blonde for a moment. "You're so protective, it's cute."
"And you are beautiful when you smile… and when you laugh… and…" He just dropped off what he was saying and leaned closer.
"I get the picture." Harry responded softly with a blush. He looked curiously at Lucius who was squinting at him slightly. "What?" He asked with a raised brow. The man was looking at his face as if there was something wrong, or that he was looking for something that was hidden behind a hair or freckle. "What!" He demanded after he started to become self-conscious and was looking at the blonde like he was crazy. Tentatively Lucius reached out his hands and took his mate's glasses and removed them from his face gently, whilst still looking crucially at Harry. Once the glasses were gone and Harry was slightly squinting to get a better view of Lucius without his glasses, the blonde's eyes finally widened with a smile.
"There you are." He murmured and Harry blushed at him before smiling goofily and slapping Lucius on the arm playfully.
"If you wanted to take them off, you should have said something instead of looking at me stupid!"
Lucius smiled slightly as he shook his head. "The look on your face was priceless." He shrugged. "Would you like me to continue, or shall we proceed to something more?"
"I think you've abused me enough." Harry teased after a moment of thought as he sat up -his hand firmly covering his right hip.
The blonde snorted at the absurdity of that thought. "Let's move on then." He stood and gestured for Harry to remain as he stalked over to the bathroom and disappeared inside.
Soon, the sounds of water pouring into a tub could be heard and not long after that steam began to pour from the bathroom, rolling along the ceiling.
Lucius reappeared at the doorway and moved to crack the windows open before moving toward Harry with a brush in hand. "May I?" He asked with a raised brow.
Harry shrugged and sat up straight so Lucius could stand behind him and brush his long locks to take out any snarls from the big ebony curls.
"You like your hair long?" Lucius asked him as he ran his fingers through the silky hair to see if he'd gotten all the knots.
"It's just hair." Harry replied. "It's a nice look, I suppose, but I only keep it this long because it weighs down my hair from sticking straight up. It's either keep it long, or shave it off."
"Gods, please don't shave it!" Lucius put in with a pout and a wince.
Harry laughed softly. "Not planning on it." He responded, smiling. He turned from Lucius' hands to look up at the blonde. "I like your hair too, you know."
Lucius was taken aback by this. It was getting near the middle of his back and if he'd had any time to leave, he would have had his barber cut it to a more fashionable length. "I was going to have it cut." He proclaimed and was shocked by the outrage he saw on the youth's face.
"No!" Harry cried out as he stood quickly. He began to reach out for Lucius' hair, but stopped himself.
"Go ahead." Lucius whispered breathily, each of them on one side of the chaise. He leaned forward, kneeling on the chaise so that he looked up into his mate's endless orbs of emerald. If his mate liked his hair long, then long was how it would stay.
The dark-haired man hesitated for a while before tentatively reaching forward and running both of his hands through the veela's hair from each of his temples. Lucius couldn't help the shiver that shot down his spine at the feeling of his mate's hands in his hair. He gasped softly and leaned into the touch like a puppy yearning for its master's affection.
"Keep going." Lucius begged, his eyes glazed over as he looked up to his mate.
"Lucius." The name sounded like an endearment in another language as it left his lips and it caused the blonde to shiver again. "May I ask you about when you were a Death Eater?"
Lucius' clouded eyes cleared slightly at hearing the question, but because the fingers continued their quest through his hair he remained half in the world of nirvana.
"Ask at your leisure." He responded with a slight moan.
"I've been an Auror for nearly a year and… I've seen some pretty terrible things that Death Eaters have done. I've seen some very cruel rapes and horrible deaths in the name of Voldemort-"
Lucius took hold of both of Harry's hands to keep him from speaking further. He pulled both hands to his lips and kissed each on the back, then palm.
"I have never raped a soul in my life." He promised with his eyes locked with Harry's. "Not unlike you though, I have killed many people." He sighed heavily. "Some were younger than I would have preferred. I did attempt to kill your friend in your Second Year with that journal, but never have I killed one younger than her. I daresay that I can count the amount of children I've killed on one hand." He vowed as he placed one of Harry's hands over his heart. "I swear this to you on my honor." He spoke strongly and Harry felt a great deal of relief flow into him. Without even realizing it had been there, Lucius had torn down Harry's last restraint.
"Thank the gods!" He cried out. The veela's eyes widened at the teary eyes of his mate. Harry pulled Lucius' left arm up until it wrapped around his neck, then turned his head and affectionately kissed the junction at his elbow, sending waves of pleasure through Lucius. Harry then brought Lucius' other arm to join his left around his shoulders as he wrapped his arms quickly around the blonde's waist and pulled their mouths together roughly.
(Sex scene edited out.)
(Just kidding!)
(You have been warned! Skip this bit if you like. It goes until the next page break. It's detailed, but I should hope that it's not too bad. )
When their mouths finally separated, their heavy breathing was the only sound in the room aside from the crackling fire in the background.
"Harry!" Lucius ground out in surprise. "That…"
"That was only the beginning, my veela." Harry responded in a deep sultry voice, pulling the blonde forward again to begin trekking a slow passionate pace of kisses over the fair skin of Lucius' jaw to his sensitive ear. The veela cried out when the skin under his ear was nipped at, then licked over to soothe the redness.
'My veela'! Lucius repeated in his mind. Oh, gods! Could it really have been this simple? To show him that I'm not an evil bastard that deserved his time in Azkaban? To show him that I am worthy of his affections? To show that I love him? He wants me! He wants us together!
Lucius' hands roamed over Harry's back, feeling and memorizing every dip and curve, every flex of muscle as the teen took his body as his own. His hands soon moved to his dark-haired lover's hips, pulling their groins together for more contact. He wanted to touch all of his mate; now!
Harry groaned as he pushed harder against Lucius before suddenly pulling back and taking Lucius' face in one hand, so they were looking directly into each others eyes.
"Do you want this?" He asked huskily. "Do you want me? Do you want us?"
Lucius smirked predatorily at his mate. "Yes." He answered with a hiss.
"I can't hear you." Harry whispered into his ear with his own smirk before licking the shell of Lucius' ear.
The blonde gasped, then growled as he rubbed his groin against his mate's. "Yes!" He hissed louder as he began littering kisses over Harry's neck.
"You don't mind if I…" He licked the gully at the base of Lucius' neck, then nipped gently at the collarbone, "… top, do you?"
The blonde stilled as those words made their way into his brain. Top? I thought I…? Well, it doesn't matter how we're together, does it? The point is that we're finally together.
"Take me gently." Lucius murmured back into his mate's ear. "I'm virgin to that." The blonde felt Harry shiver pleasurably at the sound of his voice. The man growled with desire as he started unbuttoning Lucius' shirt.
"Then we share that." Harry murmured, his hazy eyes clouded with passion. "You were pouring a bath?"
Lucius chuckled softly as they stood and moved toward the bathroom as best they could without separating from each other.
Before they had even reached the three steps to the bath Harry had divested Lucius of all but his silk boxers.
"You and silk." Harry snorted as he knelt before the golden angel, kissing his way down, delving his tongue into the belly just above the boxers rim.
The veela's breathing picked up drastically as he watched that mouth move over him until he could feel hot breath across his clothed erection. He felt his knees weaken as he watched, mesmerized, as Harry's tongue darted out of his mouth to lick at his bulge, before slicking up the cloth from base to tip.
"Oh, gods, Harry! Don't tease!" He begged before crying out as a whole mouth took in his tip around his boxers, then released it and blew on the spot.
"But you look so pretty when you're flushed, Lucius." The teen purred seductively, his hot breath caressing the moist cloth beside his face. Harry's fingers slid smoothly over the blonde's legs, up his thighs, into his boxers, and up to the waist of the cloth. Lucius gazed on with rapt attention as the hands inside his boxers lifted the material over his swollen member and down his legs slowly.
Carefully, Harry tested the taste of cum from Lucius body with a swift lick to his tip. He quickly found himself addicted to the sweet taste of his veela. Lucius was certainly like nothing he had ever tasted before, though he admittedly hadn't tasted many.
His veela. Harry hadn't thought he'd be saying such things… even to himself. He found himself enjoying the feel of Lucius, the responses he was getting from him, the noises he made… the trust he bestowed in Harry by allowing the teen to dominate him… it made the wizard growl with a powerful possessive love that was steadily overtaking his senses. He had given in to his soul mate and decided to take a lead in something that should have been started a year before.
Mine. He thought with a smile as he stood and gathered Lucius into his arms for a very passionate kiss.
The veela didn't know where this sudden kiss came from, but he found himself melting into his mate's embrace.
Yes… kiss… taste… love… be mine! The blonde reached down and caressed Harry's arousal as they kissed. Hearing and feeling the Gryffindor groan caused him to smirk into their kiss.
"Kneel." Harry ordered.
Lucius shivered at the dominant tone. He knelt down before his mate and gazed up at him, looking hungrily over his body as his mate seemed to also be doing to him.
That expression was so unreadable. Was he satisfied with what he saw? Lucius was, indeed, older than the youthful body before him. Maybe…
"Damn, you're hot." Harry growled out earnestly, dissolving any doubt in the blonde's mind easily. The dark-haired man quickly shoved his own boxers down and kicked them aside, letting Lucius have a moment to look him over fully before he knelt in front of Lucius and gently laid him down on his back on the furry rug beside the bath, placing his body over the blonde's.
The complete skin contact sent a thrill through both men.
More! The both thought simultaneously.
Harry flicked his hand and the lights dimmed slightly. When he looked back to Lucius, their eyes connected for a long moment where neither of them moved. Slowly, Harry brought his hand to Lucius' face and caressed his smooth cheek, then that hand slithered into his golden tresses and their mouths slowly met in a chaste sweet kiss.
With another wave of his hand -without letting his gaze leave his mate's- Harry called the oils from his massage to his hand. A slow smirk grew on his face as he leaned down to Lucius' collar and nipped at the flesh just below it. Hearing the blonde moan, he began to move lower, kissing his way to a nipple.
How wonderful. Harry thought evilly as he watched Lucius unconsciously spread his legs wider in invitation to his mate.
It took a lot of concentration to be able to busy himself with the blonde's nipple, massage his thigh with his right hand, and use his left to cup with oil as his magic worked in unison to pour the oil into his hand for him, then place itself back on the tile -not to mention trying to ignore the ache between his own legs.
He rubbed the oil around in his hand as his right hand gently stroked Lucius' sac teasingly, and his mouth took in the blonde's other nipple to suck on mercilessly.
Lucius' eyes were clouded over with lust and passion as his back arched into both Harry's talented mouth and teasing hand. That mouth! It was heaven and hell at the same time. It was wonderful pleasure and horrible torture to his sanity.
The youth's mouth began trekking back up his body, claiming his neck roughly with sharp bites and long bouts of sucking on the same spot.
He's making a love bite. Lucius thought hazily as he gasped from the pleasure/pain of it, but those hands were still busy bringing him closer and closer. This love bite couldn't go unanswered. Harry was his after all. He leaned into the neck that was so deliciously presented to him and took hold of the succulent flesh with his lips, then teeth -grabbing the man by his hair, which was thoroughly tangled in the blonde's fingers, and pulling him as close as possible.
The man writhed under his ministrations; crying out as he made the mark.
Damn! Harry thought idly as his mark was made. He's goodThe dark-haired man hummed his contentment as Lucius licked tenderly at the angry mark he had made which could clearly be seen on his mate's luscious neck.
Thought came back to Harry after a long while and he remembered his oily hand.
Hmm. Can't let that go to waste…
The veela cried out in surprise as he felt a slick digit glide over his opening.
He's brilliant. Lucius thought with a smirk. Distracting me so well before…
Nothing was really coherent, or even able to be thought of at the moment as that cool digit slid inside of him and began to move mercilessly slow.
It felt so odd to have this being done to him, but Lucius certainly couldn't argue with the pleasure that was mounting in his cock.
"You're so beautiful." Harry whispered tenderly into his ear. Lucius didn't realize he was crying until his mate was licking away his tears and kissing his eyes softly whilst adding another finger to stretch him further and further. "If I hurt you, tell me."
"If you hurt me… you'll know." Was his response.
Harry smirked as his smirk was matched by his blonde lover. He reached out and brought the oil bottle into Lucius' view.
"Care to do the honors?" He asked seductively.
Lucius groaned as his eyes blinked open blearily. Had that been a dream? Damn, that had been one hell of a dream!
It wasn't until Lucius realized he was laying on the rug in his bathroom, that he realized… it hadn't been a dream.
From below him, Harry moaned loudly as the blonde moved on top of him.
The veela smiled like a Cheshire Cat as he noted their naked limbs were entwined lazily on the rug.
"Stop moving." Harry growled from under him and he stilled with a smirk in place. He must have fallen asleep on top of his mate which explained why his mate was grumpy and he was comfortable. Even with the plush rug, Lucius imagined the floor was quite uncomfortable to lay on, especially with another body on top of your own weight. "I was almost asleep." He pouted.
"Never did make it to the bath." Lucius murmured teasingly as he slid his hand over his lover's chest, down his abdomen to smooth over his left hip.
"Hmm." The teen hummed his agreement.
"Care to try for the bed?" The blonde asked casually.
"Bath sounds better." Harry groaned as he flicked his wrist at the bath and it began to steam again, long hours after it had cooled.
"Aw, is the poor baby sore?" Lucius teased with a smirk and snicker.
Without warning Lucius was lifted magically into the air and dropped into the steaming tub, splashing water everywhere. When the blonde surfaced again and turned to glare at his mate he saw him propping his head up on his hand, his luscious body laid out on its side for Lucius to look on as he desired. A sly smirk firmly covering Harry's lips as he sneered at the blonde:
"Poor baby."
The elder Malfoy was about to protest ten different ways from Sunday, but his lover was standing and moving toward him, then sinking into the water gently atop of him, splashing more water over the side of the tub before everything settled.
Lucius couldn't bring himself to be pissed at his mate. They were relaxing in a nice hot bath after their first lovemaking… What was there to argue over?
The blonde leaned forward and kissed his lover's shoulder as the dark-haired man leaned back against his chest to rest.
"Did I hurt you?" Harry questioned tiredly.
"No." Lucius smiled softly as he wrapped his arms around his mate contentedly.
"Good." Harry sighed. He leaned his head up and captured Lucius' lips half-heartedly. They kissed for a short moment before parting and just enjoying each others embrace.
"Eva!" Draco called loudly.
The small elf popped up beside him with a cocked head, her curious ears perked up crookedly to hear his request.
"What can Eva do for Master Draco?" She asked sweetly.
Draco's sour expression melted for a moment before he looked around the empty Dining Room. "Are they arguing again?" He asked with a groan. "I haven't heard a thing from either of them since I got home." He growled. "Where are they?"
"Master Lucius and Master's mate are in Master Lucius' personal rooms sleeping." She answered with a slight blush.
Draco's eyes widened in shock. "Sleeping!" He demanded in surprise. "Like… sleeping together? I mean… naked?"
Her blush deepened slightly as she nodded several times. "They is in the bathing room."
Draco snickered, but that soon broke out into loud fits of hysterical laughter. "It has finally happened! They're together! Work be damned! This is more interesting. How long have they been asleep?"
"They woke up little while ago, but is sleeping again."
"I see." He thought about leaving them alone to explore their love further, but the thought of disrupting them made his bad day at work just suddenly disappear all together. "Wake them, and ask them to come down for a meal." He ordered with a smile and she warily nodded before leaving with a pop.
A/N: Ah, evil Draco. Eh, don't know what you'll think of the sex scene, but if people want it out, I'll take it out.
Reviews:
Bleckybecs: Even though you can't read many that often, I'm glad you choose to spend your time reading mine!
F00lyJ00ly: I DO! -cough cough- Um, thanks for the proposal and the compliments. I'm trying not to eat too many sweets though, so I think I'll stay away from the snacks for now.
Dangelic Fantasy: I'd be irked too if I had a new parent the same age as I am, but Draco is aristocractic and was brought up where odd things are important and his mother wasn't as close to him as his father. I think I addressed the 'mother' issue where Harry should seem more like a really close friend, rather than a 'mother'. At least, that's how I hoped to portray it.
Pure Black: -blushes- Thank you, darling!
Strega: Sorry I never got around to emailing you this chapter, but it kind of half got written like two weeks ago and the other half got written like... today and yesterday, so... I didn't have the time. -sighs- It's coming out really late in the day too. I had to see the eye doctor earlier and fork over two hundred bucks for contacts. It took a lot out of my sails.
Chekiita: That's all I kept thinking everytime I wrote about Lucius jumping Harry. 'Down boy!' kinda just jumped into my head and I thought it'd be cute. Thanks for the comments.
Kyaku-kun: This was a really long update. I hope you enjoyed it. I loved the 'down boy' bit in the last one two. It's one of my favorite lines so far.
Dmweasley: I'm glad when people are happy I update. It's the flames that get you down, but... thankfully I haven't gotten any of those... -knocks on wood-
Lykaios Nyx: I hope I covered a few of your worries in this chapter. I addressed what Harry thought of the first kiss and all that and what was going on with Draoc and Harry. I don't know about Hermione and Draco getting together. I think I promised someone I wouldn't do it because they didn't like it or something. They saw the idea long before I'd even started to hint at it, so... I don't know.
SnapesFavorite: Ack! No, Harry is not secretly in love with Draco... just a really good relationship because Draco is so much like Lucius that they get along better than anyone else would -like an unconscious connection. -thinks to self- I should probably write that down somewhere. Can't wait for you next chapter to come out, by the by! Eagerly twiddling my thumbs and refusing to write my story unless you write yours! -chuckle- Not really, but... you know what I mean.
GothicAnn87: Sorry this took so long... but IT'S LONG! That makes up for it, right?
LovesEndlessCry: You asked when they would snog each other senseless, then shag... I think I answered that question oh impatient one. -snicker- -smile- Thanks for the review!
Saavik13: No, Draco did not plan to be sick. If I'd had you around I could have planned it like that, but... alas, no... Draco was just... overwhelmed.
Sparkley-Tangerine: Yah!I updated! It's long too!... Yah!
Winstin: Thrilled you like the story! Hope you liked this chapter too. I never thought of Lucius that way... but it is an amusing thought!
MorganEddasil: Eh, no, I don't have the fanart posted yet because I've been working all summer, but I might have some free time next week. If I do get it up I'll tell you. I know I have a membership somewhere... elf-something... uh, it's an art website... widely known, I think. Uh, I can't remember the name of it though... um, damn! I'm not going to be able to sleep now...! -growls- Help!
Krystina Black: -snicker- Glad you reviewed, even if you didn't feel like it. Thanks for your two cents. -smile-
Hecate DeMort: As usual, your review makes me smile. Thanks bunches, babe!
Rlmess: Eh,I didn't understand your question, but thanks for the review. If you rephrase your question, maybe I can help. Something about a son... um, I was thoroughly confused and I must have read it ten times already so... maybe you can help.
And to those of you who reviewed my one-day thingy/warning:
Thelady: Thanks for the warning. I wasn't planning on leaving it up there, but thank you!
Marven: Sorry I seemed to fool you for a moment there. -chuckles- Just trying to make it so I don't get any flames for suddenly adding sex. You got a nice long chapter this time though.
Morgan Eaddsil: Yes, I'm updating today you silly goose!
A/N: I'm pooped. I think I'll go lay in my coffin now. -drags self from computer- Wake me in two weeks!