Chapter Twelve

Harry's POV

After a very uncomfortable lunch in which Harry felt Malfoy's eyes on him, Harry picked up his plate and went to collect Malfoy's to wash up, but was delayed when Lucius snatched the plate out of Harry's hands and pulled Harry towards him. He struggled at first, but then realised how good all of the other times had felt...

As Harry reminisced about the gentle kisses Malfoy had bestowed upon his lips before, he felt as though he could almost feel the lips upon his now... He then realised that was because Lucius was kissing him.

Wanting to feel the completion and the high spirits he had felt with this man before, he merged into the kiss even more. After a few minutes of undisturbed kissing, Lucius seemed to get hungrier for Harry's body. The man was tugging at Harry's plain white t-shirt, in which Harry assisted him in lifting it off, separating their mouths for a few moments. In those few moments, Harry realised what was happening and noticed that he'd just eagerly tugged his t-shirt off for Malfoy. Before he could decide what to do, Lucius had his lips on Harry's and they were one again.

Suddenly Harry felt himself falling backwards and realised Lucius had pushed him onto the table. He banged his head very hard and tried to sit up to tell Lucius he felt slightly dizzy.

However, Malfoy merely pushed him down again and crawled onto the table and on top of Harry. The man had started stroking his tongue up and down Harry's torso and was teasing Harry's nipples with his fingers.

Harry groaned and arched his back, inviting Lucius to continue. He ignored the throbbing pain in his head; the feeling of Lucius' tongue was overpowering.

He then felt the man's hands slowly pulling down his jeans and he kicked them off trying to make it easier for Lucius.

Harry – who'd had his eyes closed the whole time while Malfoy worked his magic – opened his eyes and looked up to see Lucius looming over him with a hungry look in his eye that Harry found slightly unnerving.

Then Lucius kissed him again and Harry forgot everything. That was, until, he felt Lucius' prick against his entrance which started to push in very slowly.

It had been wonderful up until now. Harry didn't like it; he was on a kitchen table being taken dryly in which was only his second time! He pulled out of the kiss, though Malfoy's mouth continued its attack on Harry's face.

"Luc," gasped Harry, unaware he'd used a nickname for Lucius Malfoy, "stop."

But still the huge member continued its way into Harry. This time was completely different to the first time; Lucius had been gentle and slow, he'd actually spoken to Harry and had used plenty of lubricant then – now Harry was in excruciating pain and could swear that he felt something tear.

"Stop!" Harry said louder, and choked on a sob that he hadn't meant to let out. Lucius, however, seemed to be oblivious to Harry's pain and kept driving in, causing Harry's body, thus also his head, to continuously thump on the table. The impact was pushing him further up the table and he felt his head hit something which then cracked; a plate. He was probably imagining it but it felt as though his head was bleeding...

Finally, after lots of half-hearted protests and cries, Harry felt the pleasure snake round his body again; Malfoy was obviously at his hilt.

After the pain had subsided slightly, both were moving in time with each other, equally desperate to pull the other one closer. Harry had his legs over Malfoy's shoulders and was holding Malfoy's hands which were gripping onto Harry's hips very tightly. Eventually, Harry felt Lucius' seed explode into him. The man fell on top of Harry as he had done last time and, almost as if he wasn't aware of what he was doing, began sucking lightly on Harry's neck.

Lucius is not a light weight man... thought Harry, trying to push the heavy load off.

"Malfoy?" Harry wheezed. "Please?" His voice was hoarse, his head had started pounding and he was finding it hard to breathe.

"Hmm?" Malfoy asked dozily; apparently blissfully ignorant about how uncomfortable Harry was.

"Can't...br..." started Harry, but his head felt heavy and the room seemed to be spinning...

Maybe the room will stop revolving if I close my eyes...

Lucius' POV

In Lucius' opinion, it all went too quick for his liking, yet he felt as though he'd taken Potter about a hundred times.

From his state of contentment he thought he heard Harry talking. Couldn't the boy just relax?

"Hmm?" he asked lazily.

"Can't...br..." but the voice trailed off.

With a sigh, Lucius sat up and was about to ask the boy to repeat what he said but when he looked down upon Harry, the first thing he saw was blood. The boy was bleeding from his head.

How did this happen? Lucius thought wildly.

He examined Potter and saw nail imprints on the boys hips and bruises on his neck. He gently turned his head to the side to see a smashed plate underneath him.

"Why didn't he say anything?" muttered Lucius angrily. He conjured up a bandage and wrapped it round the raven coloured hair which was matted with blood.

Carefully he lifted Harry off the table and sprinted up the stairs, thanking the heavens that Harry was light.

He got to Harry's room and laid him down. He sat on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands.

That's the second time in a day he's been injured by me, Lucius thought miserably to himself. But this was what I wanted, was it not?

He thought back to how he'd felt before he'd appreciated Harry for how he was, not who he was.

The boy turned away revealing the grazed back, obviously from the wall. Lucius felt bad for causing it, but he was also getting rather turned on knowing it was he who had marked Harry, he who had drawn the blood...He remembered the sessions with fellow Death Eaters when they'd torture Muggles for fun and how they got off watching people bleed to death... Lucius remembered the power and strength he'd felt and how he imagined watching the Boy Who Lived bleed under his hands would feel... Well, he'd done that twice already and it was nowhere nearly as satisfying as he thought it would be.

He got up, not wanting to be near Harry any longer. He made for his room and sat on the edge of his bed and thought through what had just happened...

He remembered eating lunch with the boy and feeling so much lust and desperation just to touch him again. Then Potter had got up and walked over to Lucius, only to take his plate, so Lucius had grabbed the boy knowing he would be able to touch him and forget. He had then kissed him and Harry had kissed back. But the kiss was not enough so he'd...he'd... taken the boy there. Dryly. On the table. Without warning.

Again Lucius put his head in his hands and closed his eyes. What did he want?

A soft knock at the door made his head snap up. Surely the boy wouldn't want to see him after that...

He swallowed, got up and made his way to the door...