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Yeah, new chappie here, the later action a request from Imera... I hope this "broomstick action" is acceptable =]

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Chapter Thirty Five

Harry's POV

The first Quidditch match of the season was approaching which meant Harry's evenings were taken up with practice.

He'd apologised to Lucius for not being able to visit him in the evenings as often as before but promised the man a surprise present to make up for his time away.

"What is it?" Lucius asked as Harry kissed his neck.

They were in Lucius' office, Harry on Lucius' lap.

"I just said, a surprise," Harry murmured.

"When will I get it?" Lucius demanded pushing Harry away from kissing his throat.

Harry chuckled at Lucius' need to know everything.

"You won't know when and you won't know where!" he said, putting on a voice very similar to Professor Trelawny's.

"Hmm..."

Harry looked at Lucius with the expression he knew Lucius fell for every time.

"Stop that," the man growled, and pulled Harry in for a hungry kiss.

"You'd better make some time for me, Mr Potter, or I will be forced to cancel your practices," Lucius said afterwards.

"I will, I will, stop getting your silk panties in a twist," Harry said grinning.

"My silk panties?"

"Are they silk? Can I see?" Harry asked, unzipping Lucius' zip and peering down the man's trousers. However, the man merely pushed Harry off his lap and zipped his fly up again.

"You're getting far too arrogant," the man muttered.

"I get it from you." Harry stood up and pulled his shoes on. "I need to go practice; I'll see you at lunch."

Harry heard Lucius grunt his goodbye as he left the office and headed for practice.

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Harry found practice exceedingly boring considering how much he usually loved it. Though there were a number of factors that made it boring; for one it was raining – the autumn weather had finally kicked in, and also Katie Bell, the new team captain, was working them hard.

It was all he could do to focus on the game and ignore his longing for Lucius.

"Harry! Heads!" cried Katie who'd accidentally swung a beater at his head. Harry ducked and swerved on his broom.

"Sorry!" he called to his team.

"By all means keep an eye on the snitch, Harry, but do try to avoid getting bludgeoned by a ball!"

"Will do," he replied, shaking his wet hair out of his eyes.

"I think that's enough practice for tonight anyway," Katie shouted. There were cries of relief from Harry's fellow team members as they all landed on the sodden grass.

"Harry, can I have a word?" Ginny asked quietly.

"Oh, um... sorry, Gin, I'm a bit busy with..." he trailed off, unsuccessfully coming up with an excuse.

"Please, I want to talk to you," she said softly holding his arm.

"Okay, make it quick; I have homework to finish," he said trying not to sound harsh.

"Could we go somewhere... else?" she asked tugging him towards the changing rooms.

Harry followed her, not bothering to object; he could always run out if she attempted to kiss him.

When they'd reached the changing rooms, Ginny burst into tears.

"Ginny! What's wrong?" Harry asked shocked; he'd never seen Ginny cry before.

"It's just, I've always liked you and ever since I first saw you I thought we could be together, but lately you seem so distant and isolated. Not to mention the way you've been avoiding me."

"I haven't been av–"

"Yes, Harry, you have. And I would be fine with that if I only knew why."

Harry didn't know what to say. What could he say that wouldn't break her heart?

"I'm sorry," were the first two words that he could think of. "I really do like you, Ginny, but... it's a sisterly love."

"I see," she croaked and gave a weak smile. "You're an amazing person, Harry. I hope you know that."

She gave his hand a gentle squeeze and left the changing room leaving Harry to mull over his thoughts.

He sat down on the bench next to the lockers and held his head in his hands.

"Need some cheering up?" said a silky voice.

Harry's head snapped up and he searched for Lucius. Suddenly the man was revealed – he had obviously been under one of his disillusionment charms.

Harry returned to his despairing pose and said nothing.

"I think you do need someone to perk you up," Lucius said, and Harry felt the man's hands close around his heaving him to his feet.

Harry grunted and snuggled into the man's warm, broad chest.

"Potter, get off; you're getting my suit wet."

"Sorry," he mumbled, and stepped back to grab his clothes.

"Not cheered up by my appearance?" Lucius simpered as he grabbed Harry's arm and swung him back round. "I thought this would be a nice surprise for you."

"It is, it really is," Harry said attempting a smile, but with all of the bottled up emotions from Ginny and Lucius his eyes welled up and a lone tear ran down his cheek.

Lucius wiped the rebellious tear away with a stroke of his thumb.

"Tell me, how's your little backside doing?" Lucius asked. It had been at least a week since Harry had been damaged which meant a week since Harry had felt Lucius inside him.

"It says, very well thank you," Harry said joking weakly.

"Well, now that your teammates are gone and we have the pitch to ourselves how do you feel about giving your backside a little treat?"

"Sounds good," Harry said hoarsely.

"Get your broom and follow me," Lucius said walking outside into the rain.

"I thought you were worried about your suit getting wet?" Harry asked smirking as he collected his Firebolt from the changing room.

Lucius said nothing but gestured for Harry to stand next to him in the middle of the pitch.

"Feel like some experimenting?" he whispered standing behind Harry.

Although Harry had been with Lucius for months he still felt slightly edgy when the man was out of sight and behind him; he felt horribly exposed.

"Depends," Harry said nervously. "What kind?"

Lucius' tongue caressed the shell of his ear and Harry shivered. He felt like a prat, standing in his sopping wet Quidditch uniform in the rain holding his broomstick with dripping hair.

"Trust me," the man whispered. "I'll cheer you up."

"Okay," Harry breathed. At once he felt his broom being pulled out of his grip. He let it go, puzzled as to what Lucius wanted to do with it.

"Take that hideous Gryffindor uniform off," Lucius muttered, already lifting Harry's robe off his shoulders.

"All of it?" he shrieked. "It's raining!"

"All the more reason to feel the rain cascading down your naked chest," Lucius murmured, his hands round Harry's waist tugging at his shirt.

Feeling extremely fed up of worrying about things he yanked his shirt off and chucked it on the flooded grass. He shivered as he felt the cold rain water trickle down his abdomen.

Suddenly his hands were being pulled above his head and Harry felt a familiar silk ribbon wrap round his wrists.

"Luc–"

"Shush, just enjoy the atmosphere," the man cooed in his ear. Harry's arms were being stretched above his head and he felt something long and wooden against his wrists; his broom?!

Looking up he saw his Firebolt above his head, hovering, with his two hands tied round it. The Firebolt then rose about an inch higher forcing Harry to balance on his toes.

"What the –?"

"Quite imaginative, wouldn't you say so?" Lucius asked stepping round Harry so that he was in front of Harry.

Immediately Harry felt an overwhelming sense of anger and irritation.

Lucius' platinum hair was completely dry, as was his suit.

"Why aren't you wet?" he growled.

"Impervious charm," the man said shrugging.

"So you're going to let me freeze?" Harry hissed as the rain continued to pour down his body.

"Haven't you realised you're no longer shivering?" the man pointed out. "There's a heating spell constantly encircling us."

Harry said nothing but he had to agree; he was no longer cold – just very, very wet.

Lucius stroked a finger down Harry's stretched torso.

"Who ever knew your broom would be used for this?" Lucius asked grinning.

"My arms are going numb," Harry said. He could feel the blood draining from his arms as they were pulled above his head.

"Then we'd better get on with it."

Lucius kissed Harry and pushed Harry's damp fringe off his forehead. Harry groaned in the back of this throat; he loved Lucius' tongue.

When Lucius removed his mouth and crept behind Harry again, Harry felt slightly deprived but felt better when Lucius sucked on his neck making him arch slightly.

Lucius' POV

"How long has it been?" Lucius asked as he pulled Harry's trousers down just so they were under his butt cheeks. "A month? More?"

"Luc, it's only been a week," the boy said exasperatedly.

"Then we have a week's worth of that to catch up with." He pulled down his own trousers, though just so they were giving his cock enough space to get through. He muttered the familiar incantation for lube and saw Harry's entrance get flooded with the stuff.

"Remember that feeling?" he whispered, his hands holding Harry's waist that seemed more exposed due to the boy's hands being above his head.

"Too well," Harry mumbled.

"How about this?" And, removing one hand from the slim waist, he thrust two fingers up the boy's hole, his other hand still holding Harry's waist.

Harry grunted.

"Yes, that too."

Lucius stretched his fingers, ensuring Harry was well prepared.

"I'm going to enter you in a second, do you still want it?"

"We've got this far, do you expect me to say no?" Lucius could sense the need coming from Harry and grinned at how their feelings were equal.

Lucius cast the lube charm for his cock and, once it was covered, he placed it against Harry's tight hole to give warning.

He grabbed Harry's hips to stop the boy moving for when he thrust in.

"Brace yourself," Lucius whispered in Harry's ear, and, unable to take anymore waiting, he plunged into Harry.

Harry cried out sounding slightly strangled and Lucius was motivated by those sounds. He continued to drive in and out of the tight, warm arse, noticing how Harry swayed slightly hanging from the broom.

"So...tight," he grunted, and thrust particularly deeply, bring out a high-pitched, soft cry from Harry's lips:

"There!"

Lucius continued to impel Harry's beautiful, firm arse, hitting the prostate every time.

"L-L-Luciusss..." Harry groaned. "I need to... I'm going to..."

Lucius moved one hand round to hold Harry's rock hard cock in a clamp-like grip.

Harry squealed at the tight pain round his member.

"What are you doing?"

"We're going to come together," Lucius breathed. "We'll be joint in our elation."

For the next few moments Lucius pushed into Harry, still not at his completion.

"Hurry up," hissed the boy.

Finally, Lucius felt that sense of heaven building up and he stroked Harry's cock until he came inside Harry.

They both shuddered as they reached their orgasm and both fell limp.

"I needed that," Lucius said after regaining his breath and pulling out of Harry's arse. "Thank you."

Harry leaned his head back on Lucius' chest and Lucius could see the high, pink cheek bones making Harry look like a fragile, china doll.

"I've missed that," the boy croaked.

Lucius smirked and leaned down to kiss Harry's head.

"Hopefully your sweet, little bottom won't be hurt, which means you'll be able to play your Quidditch still."

"Great," Harry mumbled.

"So, did I cheer you up?" Lucius asked suddenly, remembering the 'purpose' of coming to see Harry after practice.

"What would you do if I said no?" Harry asked.

"I'd have to try again," Lucius said quietly.

"Then my answer is, no."

What has Harry turned into? =O

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