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****** Treacherous Boy ******
by Ophiuchus Malfoy [archived by HPFandom_archivist]
Summary
     Harry isn't such a goody little two shoes. And Lucius isn't one to
     waste an opportunity. See what happens when a little meeting between
     the two becomes more than anyone dreamed. Dark-ish!Harry.
Notes
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     reasons. To preserve the archive, I began manually importing its
     works to the AO3 as an Open Doors-approved project in August 2016. I
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     profile.
The Characters belong to J.K. Rowling. The Horcruxes are hers; what little plot
there is, is mine. No money is being made from this. This is a gift for
The_Minx_17. I hope she knows I was joking about the Fenrir/Harry smut.
Treacherous Boy
Harry entered the building cautiously, wand at the ready, muscles loose and
ready for fight or flight. He studied the perimeter of the dusty, spartan room
then checked the map once again to make sure his friends hadn’t followed. Ron
was in the Gryffindor common room with Lavender- probably snogging. Hermione
was in the library tutoring a group of second years. Dumbledore and McGonagall
were sharing tea in the Headmaster’s office. Even Snape was occupied, with
Filch of all people. He was clear.
He was stowing the map in his small rucksack when a noise near the door
startled him. He whipped out his wand and approached the door slowly, when
suddenly he was propelled forward, a weight at his back. He was pushed into the
wall, hands held tight and legs splayed to keep him off balance as someone held
him pinned. He still had a grip on his wand but could not move enough to
properly incant. Nothing in his wandless repertoire was useful under the
circumstances and he knew this building was warded against apparition. Harry
panicked for a moment before a familiar voice cut through the tension.
“Mr. Potter. How you do find yourself in the most awkward predicaments. Is it
the result of your inauspicious sorting, or just terrible luck on your part?
Perhaps you should consult with Sinistra or that fraud Trelawney to see if you
were born under a bad star.”
Harry groaned and closed his eyes as he relaxed into the body pressed behind
him. The hot breath and smooth, quiet voice at his ear sent a little thrill
down his spine.
“Damn you, Lucius. Don’t do that.”
“I have no idea what you are talking about,” Lucius replied, nuzzling the shell
of Harry’s ear.
“Stop sneaking up on me.”
“Ah, but you love the result.” He punctuated his statement with a roll of his
hips, pressing a quickly firming erection into the small of Harry’s back. Harry
whimpered with the truth of it.
“And you should know better by now. I only ‘sneak up’ on you because you let
me. Very lax for someone so lauded for their defense skills, Mr. Potter.” With
that, Lucius abruptly let go and stepped back, leaving an unbalanced Harry to
find his footing. Harry caught himself before he fell and turned around to
glare at his assailant. The scowl would have been much more effective if he
wasn’t flushed with arousal, and he knew it.
“It’s still uncalled for, you posh prat.”
Lucius smiled a dry smile, barely a quirk of the corners of his lips. “And you,
Mr. Potter, are an uneducable heathen. Fortunately for you, you possess a
modicum of charm to make up for your paucity of wit.”
Harry’s eyes narrowed, starting to smolder in amused challenge. “I don’t know
about that. I think I can be educated.” Harry melted against Lucius, resting
his head against Lucius’ neck to smell his unique musk. His tongue emerged to
give a slow lick to the pulse-point there. “I’m a very dedicated student when I
enjoy the subject.”
Despite his inclinations, Lucius remained stoic, his libido firmly in harness.
He raised a blond eyebrow. Thwarted, Harry scowled once more before subsiding
and pulled up a spindly wooden chair. He turned it backwards and straddled it,
placing a petulant chin upon his crossed hands.
“Fine! Fine. I’m all ears.”
Lucius pulled up a chair of his own and, after a quick scourgify, sat down with
rather more refinement. “Hmm. Sometimes I think you are all cock.”
Harry gave a sharp bark of disbelieving laughter. “I’m 17. Of course I’m all
cock. If the Dark Lord wasn’t so hideous I would hazard to say that the power-
he-knows-not involved shagging him to death.”
“Big words for an admitted virgin.”
Harry blushed, then sighed. “It’s not for lack of thinking about it. Or trying.
And you aren’t helping at all, you tease.”
“I don’t tease Mr. Potter. I merely allude to future possibilities.”
“That’s bullocks and you know it Lucius.”
“I don’t recall giving you permission to be so free with my name either.”
Harry’s answering snort wasn’t very mirthful. “So you can ‘allude’ to us making
free with our dirty bits but I can’t call you by your given name?”
Lucius remained enigmatic. “To the task at hand, Mr. Potter?”
Harry scrubbed at his face with his hands then sat up straighter. “Right. How
is it going on your end?"
“My end, as you put it, is better than expected. The debacle at the Department
of Mysteries has turned fortuitous. Though initially displeased with me, the
Dark Lord trusts that I have nowhere else to turn to, and am therefore firmly
in his camp. The idea of a third front in this war has not occurred to him. I
am well placed to play both ends against the middle.”
“And the Horcrux search?”
Lucius pulled a piece of parchment from his robe and handed it to Harry.
“Nothing overt has been said, but I have made note of objects and places that
show promise. I’ve marked those that I feel are the most likely. Just tap it
with your wand, its keyed to your signature.”
“I’ve had some research done on my end too. I think a few items cross over, but
your list looks to be the better of the two. I think I have a handle on the
locket as well.”
“I am almost positive that Nagini is also a Horcrux, but she should be the last
to be destroyed. It wouldn’t do to alert him before we are prepared.”
“What about the ranks?” Harry gave him a lopsided grin. “I’ll show you mine if
you show me yours.”
“I cannot say anything overt, but there has been subtle discontent in much of
the Dark Lord’s camp. There are a few of the inner circle that I am sure would
turn traitor, given another option, and more in the general assembly. They are
not happy with their lack of…advancement.”
“Auror fodder.”
“To put it mildly.”
“Any names?”
“Avery and Jugson. Kolinsky. I’m not quite sure about McNair. One of the
Carrows. And,” Lucius paused, “Peter Pettigrew.”
“No. Absolutely not.”
“I thought as much. He is a treacherous creature and his self-abasement is an
affront to all Wizards. We could string him along, then cut ties after he has
committed himself. The Dark Lord won’t let him live after Wormtail renounces
him in favor of another.”
“I like that. Let Voldie do the dirty work. Very Slytherin.”
“Of course.” Lucius looked amused. “How is the fiction of Harry Potter: Golden
Boy, holding up to scrutiny?”
“Argh. As well as can be expected. I’m supposed to be dating Ginny, which has
roughly cut the amount of Amortentia slipped into my food in half. I used to be
jealous that I couldn’t attend order meetings, but now I’m just livid when I
do. A resistance movement with no resistance. The French could put up a more
valiant fight.” Harry laughed. “That’s a thought. I could talk to Fleur about
recruiting a variety of hot Veela to wage war on both the Death Eaters and the
Ministry.” Harry smiled at his own joke, but the smile faded as he saw Lucius’
already straight spine go rigid.
“The second task, your fourth year. Draco mentioned the rescue of one of the
Delacour girls.”
“Yeah, what of it?”
“Would you say that she owes you a life-debt?”
“Well, yeah, probably. Why?”
“Wretch. You know nothing of blood and politics. She is the daughter of a high-
ranking official. Veela.”
“And…”
“And, Mr. Potter, you might have inadvertently provided us with the one of the
means to our ends. ”
“Maybe I’m stupid, but I think you need to spell it out for me.”
“I won’t hold it against you, not since the power-he-knows-not may just be a
large dose of properly applied Gryffindor stupidity.”
“Hey! I prefer to think of it as ballsy.”
“Cease your phallic thinking for once and listen.”
And he did.
***
Harry went straight to an empty Grimmauld Place and crawled into bed after
stripping down and ditching the lone portrait in the loo. He barely hit the
sheets before he had a fist wrapped around his frantic member, furiously
stroking the erection that Lucius had ignited and kept aflame for hours. He
spat in his hand for more lubrication, in too much of a hurry to retrieve some
proper lube. His hand was almost a blur as he spread his thighs, applying a
finger to his puckered entrance, stroking and pressing until his balls drew up
and he fountained over his clenching fist, teeth grinding, eyes blinded by the
sudden white-hot incendiary flash of his orgasm.
“Lucius!”
As he recovered from his high he absently trailed his fingers down the concave,
ridged plane of his stomach, leaving viscous trails of cooling semen in their
wake. He brought two fingers to his lips, licking them like a lolly, imagining
that it was Lucius’ cum, that it was Lucius’ hand that had brought him such
pleasure. Mmm.
Lucius had the fortitude of a bloody rock. Harry would have been discouraged
but for the sexual promise Lucius always held in his eyes. Eyes that said
‘wait.’ It seemed like he had been waiting for a very long time, but he would
wait as long as it took. No one measured up to Lucius. It had been Lucius since
age 12.
Not that he had realized it at first. That came later. That first meeting had
been awful, and he had truly hated Lucius Malfoy, father of his childhood enemy
and all around bastard. Their second meeting was the catalyst for change. The
destruction of the diary coupled with Harry’s masterful trick with the sock put
a considering, and slightly admiring light in Lucius’ pale eyes. He had checked
the corridor and found that they were alone with only the newly freed Dobby for
company.
“Mr. Potter,” he began, the first time a Malfoy had spoken to him with
courtesy. Harry looked surprised, then suspicious. “I would like to speak with
you, if I may.”
Harry’s face turned pugnacious. His wand was halfway up; a jinx flirted with
his lips. “Go ahead then.”
“Alone, please, Mr. Potter.”
Harry looked from Lucius, to an outraged Dobby, then back to Lucius. He never
took his eyes from Lucius as he said, “Dobby, give us a minute please.”
“But Mr. Harry Potter sir, I cou-“
“Please Dobby?”
“Ok Mr. Harry Potter sir, but Lucius Malfoy will not be harming you. If you is
needing Dobby just ask.”
“That’ll be fine.”
Dobby frowned, but popped out of the hall. Lucius was even more impressed by
the protective display. Potter seemed to collect allies everywhere, no matter
how…dubious. That was a valuable asset.
“I would like to be blunt Mr. Potter, but first-“ Lucius looked around and
spied a door. He motioned for Harry to follow him in. After a pause to weigh
his options, Harry followed. Just like a Gryffindor.
Lucius locked and warded the door, adding a silencing charm for good measure
after looking around for any nosy portraits. Satisfied, he turned and favored
Harry with a smile.
Harry wasn’t impressed. “Well?”
“You, Mr. Potter, are being lied to.”
Harry opened his mouth to protest when Lucius cut him off. “Let me finish.
Perhaps a better way to phrase it would be non-disclosure.”
“What do you mean?”
“You are remarkably ignorant of the Wizarding world. Did you not receive
orientation the summer before your first year?”
Harry bristled. “There’s no such thing as -”
“Yes, there is. There is a ministry issued handbook for students as well as
family members. There are visits from the Education Department.”
“My aunt and uncle…”
“Would not have mattered. Do you think you are the first student with a
difficult homelife? There are ways around family interference.”
His answer was a grudging, “No.”
“This is but a fraction of the slights against you. And I can provide proof of
everything I say.”
Calculating green eyes surveyed him, trying to weigh his intent. Perhaps the
boy wasn’t as stupid as Severus would have him believe.
“What’s in it for you?”
Lucius smirked, making his narrow features seem even pointier. “An ally.”
“I would never join Voldemort!”
“You silly boy. I’m not talking about you serving the Dark Lord. I’m talking
about allying myself with you.”
That made Harry stop short.
“Me? Why me? I’m nothing special.”
The incredulous look Lucius gave him was almost comical and did not sit well on
the man’s face. “You are a very magically powerful wizard. You are also in
possession of fame, and, suitably applied, fame equals political power. I can
help you there.”
“I still don’t understand.”
Lucius was pensive for a moment, as if coming to a realization. “They haven’t
told you, have they?”
“Told me what?”
“Why, the prophecy.”
***
That was the beginning of a strange odyssey. Surreptitious owls exchanged.
Furtive meetings in Hogsmeade, which eventually became plans for the biggest
dual double-cross in Wizarding history.
And then there was the sex.
Or maybe lack of it. Harry wasn’t quite sure when he started to notice Lucius
as a man. He had known that he liked men for a while, but was very closed mouth
about his orientation. He kept a low profile, only looking when he was sure he
wasn’t observed. He looked at the other boys in the changing room after
practice, cataloging their features, figuring out what he liked or disliked. It
wasn’t until he caught himself staring at Draco’s ass with derision as he once
again compared him to his father that he realized just who starred in his
private fantasies, just who made everyone else come up short. He had promptly
blushed and hurried along to meet Hermione, determined to forget about it.
But the images that now invaded his brain whether waking or sleeping could not
be denied. The meetings with Lucius took on an extra edge, an edge that did not
pass unnoticed.
“Is there something I can help you with?”
Harry squirmed, trying to hide his response and failing miserably. “No. I’m
fine.”
“Are you sure? I could help you with anything. Anything at all.”
Harry’s eyes went wide as he took in the almost blatant invitation. “Uh. But
what about your…” He flushed red and averted his eyes, embarrassed.
“My wife?”
“Er. Yeah. I mean…”
“Charming. Remind me to work on your elocution. To answer what I assume is your
question, what about her?”
“But isn’t she, I mean, wouldn’t she be upset?”
“She has no call to be upset. We have a generous arrangement with no questions
asked, as long as everything is discreet. I’m afraid that if our meetings were
discovered my wife would be the least of our worries.”
“But where do I fall into this?”
“You don’t,” Lucius said as he approached, aligning his body to Harry’s and
looking down into his eyes with heat. “Yet.” He trailed a thumb down the curve
of Harry’s cheek before grasping his chin. Harry gasped, then gulped. “Consider
the possibility…incentive.”
Harry didn’t back away, but his eyes narrowed in challenge. “Don’t think you
can manipulate me with sex.”
Lucius smiled. A real smile. I already have you right where I want you, Mr.
Potter. Sex would just be a perk.
“A perk?”
Lucius’ eyes went feral. “Most definitely a perk.”
***
“I still don’t understand why you think there are only six.”
“That is all there can be.”
As Harry’s brow began to furrow, Lucius continued. “Its like a piece of paper.
Do you have one?” Harry nodded as he fished a scrap of parchment out of his
robe pocket.
“Fold it.” Harry complied. “ And again. And again. And again. And again. And
again. And again. And again-“
“I can’t. It wont fold anymore.”
“You can only fold the biggest piece of parchment in the world seven times. The
soul is the same. It can only be split into seven pieces without doing
irreparable harm to the soul as a whole.”
“Why six, why not five?”
“Do you see the Dark Lord doing anything by half measures?”
But Harry wasn’t listening. He looked thoughtful for a moment. When he spoke,
it was tentative. “Do…do you know how to make a Horcrux?”
“Theoretically, yes, though I lack the raw power or the desire. Why?”
“Could I make one?”
Lucius looked livid. He stood up, almost knocking over his chair in haste. “As
if I would condone such a fool-“
“Lucius! That’s not what I mean. Get your knickers out of their twist.”
Lucius settled back down, but didn’t lose his scowl.
“I just wanted to know if I had enough power.”
“Most certainly. Though I fail to see what bearing that has.”
“Voldemort had six Horcruxes, right? And the piece within him now makes seven
pieces total, correct?”
“Yes.”
And the piece of soul doesn’t revert back to him once the Horcrux is
destroyed?”
“No, it doesn’t.”
“Then,” Harry said, “why don’t we make him an eighth?”
Lucius nearly fell off his chair like Flitwick. His eyes were doing a very un-
Malfoyish imitation of saucers.
“Potter! You bloody little genius. That’s, that’s…Slytherin! A thing of
beauty.”
“Do you think it would work?”
“I think it’s the answer to a prayer. There wouldn’t be a need to find the
remaining Horcruxes. All arithmetical graphing of the theoretical eighth
Horcrux configuration renders the others null and void.”
“Hold it. Theoretical?”
“Well, yes. The Dark Lady Zenobia in the 18th century created an eighth
Horcrux, but there was little data left.”
“What was left?”
“A charred pit the size of Islington.”
“Oh. Ohhh.” Harry grinned. “Lucius, I do believe we are closer to that stellar
fuck you keep promising.”
“Yes. The end is definitely in sight.” He pondered for a moment. “All we need
is our sacrifice.”
“A liability to our side.”
“Someone of questionable loyalty.”
“Someone too slippery to use.”
“Someone no one would miss.”
They both looked at each other and said, “ Snape.”
***
It was almost too easy.
The first task was polishing Lucius’ reputation. Harry manfully admitted to
Dumbledore his friendship with Lucius, telling him that Lucius had been
secretly helping him for years. It sounded like a load of crap to Harry, but
the old man bought it, probably through sheer desperation. Harry insisted that
few know of Lucius’ “true loyalties.”
And thus began several weeks of carefully edited information funneled to the
Order. Most of it was pure bullshit, of course, but that would only be
discovered on a timeline longer than what they had drafted.
After a month, Lucius told them that he might be able to take out Voldemort. He
did not elaborate. The next part, the more difficult part, fell to Harry.
He had to prepare Snape.
“So how do we do it?”
“Imperius.”
“But Snape told me he could throw it off.”
“So he can. He’s powerful. Almost as powerful as I. Unfortunately, he has you
to contend with.”
“So power will override his ability to undermine the spell?”
“Exactly.”
“I wish they taught this in third year.”
“Don’t worry. They will.”
***
Snape caved quickly. Harry had approached him in a little used dungeon corridor
that had no inquisitive portraits. A little wave of his wand and Snape was
following sedately as Harry found his way to the Whomping Willow.
“Luuuuuucy. I’m Home!”
Lucius glared. “Do that again and I might give the task of relieving you of
your virginity to Goyle.”
Harry’s smile was unrepentant.
“Or worse.”
“How can it get worse?”
“Pansy.”
Harry winced. “Ouch. No call for that. It was just a joke.”
Harry pushed a very cooperative Snape towards Lucius. “Here you go. One Snape,
just like you ordered.”
“Well done. No problems?”
“No. He started yelling about my Gryffindor stupidity so I cast the Imperius
before he got up a good head of steam. Then I hexed him.
“How so?”
“Crotch rot.”
“Ah. A proper going away gift.”
“I certainly thought so.”
Lucius became more solemn. “Are you prepared?”
“As much as I can be.”
“What about the incantation?”
“Its short; I know it by heart.”
“It will be draining, so I have some Pepper Up just in case. If you lose
control of the Imperious I will be ready with a stunner.”
Harry took some deep breaths in preparation.
“Are you ready?” asked Lucius, worry flitting briefly across his face.
“Yeah. Let’s do this.”
***
Snape did wake, but was obliviated before being sent back to his rooms. Lucius
made his weekly report to Voldemort three days later. A day after that Snape
answered his own burning summons.
Lucius had been wrong.
The hole wasn’t the size of Islington. But it was close.
***
Harry entered the room cautiously, wand at the ready, muscles loose and ready
for fight or flight. He studied the perimeter of the elegant room then turned
to see if someone had followed. He was clear.
He was just stowing a small pack of toiletries when a noise near the door
startled him. He whipped out his wand and approached the door slowly, when
suddenly he was propelled forward, a weight at his back. He was pushed into the
wall, hands held tight and legs splayed to keep him off balance as someone held
him pinned. He still had a grip on his wand but could not move enough to
properly incant. Nothing in his wandless repertoire was useful under the
circumstances and he knew this building was warded against apparition. He
smiled.
“Lucius.”
“Mmm.” Lucius nuzzled the soft hair at the base of Harry’s neck then gently bit
down on the ridge of flesh. Harry shuddered and wiggled his hips, eager for
more contact, more pressure.
“Lucius.” This time Harry’s voice held a more frantic note. He bucked as Lucius
bit down harder and ground against him, cock lodged firmly between the cheeks
of Harry’s firm ass.
“Mr. Minister!” That got Lucius’ attention.
With an annoyed look he said, “I’m not the Minister yet.”
“Close enough for government.” Harry gritted his teeth as Lucius’ tongue
counted his top vertebrae. “I need to know if this is it.”
He could feel the smile against his neck. “If its what, Mr. Potter?”
“If…we…you know.”
“If you are trying to ask if this is where I take off your clothes, lick you,
suck you, fuck that dirty little mouth you possess and then fuck your ass until
you beg for me to let you come – then yes.”
Harry’s knees buckled. He was panting. “Oh God. Lucius. I can’t wait. Need you
to fuck me. Please.”
Lucius replied to this very slowly. “Good things come to those who wait.”
“I, I can’t. Please.”
“You can and you will. Now about these clothes.”
Lucius held both of Harry’s hands in the grip of one hand as the other caressed
its way down Harry’s chest, unbuttoning as he went. He played with the hair he
found there, tickling gently before moving to the belt. He unbuckled it with
dexterity and Harry’s stomach concaved at the brush of those long fingers
parting first the leather, and then the front placket of his trousers. Harry
managed a silent whimper when the trousers succumbed to gravity and that smooth
hand wrapped around his turgid prick through his boxers, squeezing gently, then
harder.
A muttered spell and Lucius was able to free his other hand to caress the body
before him. He removed the boxers and took a moment to appreciate the planes of
Harry’s shoulders, the fine muscle that ran along his spine, the taught neck
and firm, lean biceps. Whipcord strength instead of brawn. Beautiful. What had
been possible in the boy was now reality in the man.
Lucius followed the nobbled spine to caress the buttocks as he spoke, leaning
over to murmur in Harry’s receptive ear. “Think of the possibilities. I’m going
to breach you slowly like a lover should. The first time. Then you are going to
ride me. You are going to sit astride me and fuck yourself on my cock while you
masturbate.” He punctuated this by grabbing Harry’s cheeks firmly and spreading
them, kneading the flesh. “I’m going to bend you over my desk and fuck you hard
and fast. I want you to feel my cock in your fucking throat.”
“Please!”
“Oh yes.” Lucius grabbed him by the hair and yanked his head back, adding a
dose of exquisite pain to the pleasure he was weaving. He lowered his voice to
a whisper as he flirted around Harry’s ear. “I’m going to ruin you. You are
going to be a cock-hungry little whore for me by the time I finish your
introduction. And you are going to love it.”
“Whatever you want.”
“I know.” He smacked Harry on the arse for good measure. “Bend over the desk.
Now.”
Harry complied, giving a little wiggle of his bum as he sent a smouldering look
over his shoulder.
“Spread your legs wider. Wider. That’s it.”
Harry arched his back as a hand stroked the divot above his arse and moaned
when it rested just at the crease of his buttocks.
“Now I want to hear you beg for me to tongue fuck you.”
“Y-you want m-me to-“
“Now!”
“Please!” Harry almost sobbed. “Lucius, please, f-fuck me with your tongue.”
“I think you can do better than that.”
“I need you to fuck me. I want you to put your tongue in my ass. Please.
Lucius! Oh god!”
Lucius had parted his cheeks to reveal the tightly furled hole within. He
followed the line with the flat of his tongue, slowly inching towards the
rapidly winking hole. The hot thrust of his tongue, when it finally came,
surprised a bellow out of Harry, who tried to push back against it, begging for
more.
Lucius himself groaned. Harry tasted like he smelled, incredibly good.
Masculine and woodsy with a hint of the herbal he had used. Sweet. Lucius
devoured him, licking and sucking, placing little bites around the hole he was
slicking with saliva. He could feel the tight ring dilate around his questing
tongue as he stroked with fevered thrusts. It was practically an engraved
invitation to stick his cock in the boy.
His cock throbbed at the thought, and he fumbled at his trouser clasp with one
hand while keeping Harry’s cheeks parted for his assault with the other. He
finally freed himself with a groan, clasping firmly, but not stroking. It
wouldn’t do to come too soon.
Even that touch proved too much, especially coupled with the sounds Harry kept
making as his ass was plundered. Lucius abandoned his own member with a final
stroke then reached for the lube he had placed on the desk not half an hour
before. He dipped several fingers in, coming up with a large amount of shiny,
thick translucent goo. He gave one last swipe of his tongue, before wiping the
lubricant across Harry’s sphinter and quickly penetrating it with his index
finger.
Harry gave a small yipe of surprise, but soon thrust back against the invading
digit, eager for more penetration. Harry took the finger easily.
“Well, well, Mr. Potter. It seems my finger is not the first to have explored
this territory. Tell me, did some other boy have that honor?” Lucius gave a
vicious twist inside him.
“N-no. No! I…it was…my fingers.”
“Dirty little thing, aren’t you? Fucking yourself behind your curtains in
Gryffindor tower, surrounded by other boys. Did they have any idea that you
were buggering yourself?”
“No. Please. More.”
Lucius smirked, but complied, inserting a second finger and sliding it home,
brushing Harry’s prostate in the process.
“Ah!”
“I think you might even be ready for a third. My, my. You must have spent most
of your free time fucking yourself. You’re a bit looser than most virgins.
Excellent.”
“Excellent?”
Lucius removed his fingers from Harry, despite Harry’s protestations, and
swiped them through the tub of lubricant once more. He brought the coated hand
to his own swollen erection to coat it before wiping the excess off on Harry’s
discarded robe. As he lined up the head of his cock with Harry’s hot hole he
kneaded the muscles in Harry’s shoulders. The head slid around the quivering
flesh, teasing them both as Lucius spoke.
“Yes, excellent. Being looser means that I wont have to hold back when I fuck
you through the table.”
With this final pronouncement Lucius thrust forward, sinking into Harry
quickly. He was embedded halfway, but another thrust or two buried him to the
root. They both groaned, and Lucius stopped for a moment, running a hand along
Harry’s sweaty flank.
“Are you all right?”
“Mmm. Full.”
Lucius’ brow furrowed. “Are you in pain?”
“Ah. A little. A burn maybe.” Harry gave an experimental wiggle than had
Lucius’ forehead dropping to Harry’s shoulder. “But I like it. It-Oh!”
Lucius pulled back and thrust once more, grazing Harry’s prostate.
“Fuck! Do that again.”
Lucius laughed in an almost hysterical way and continued to thrust, plowing his
turgid prick into the glorious backside spread so wantonly before him.
“I can’t believe you made me wait for this.”
Privately, Lucius couldn’t believe it either. “It was worth the wait.”
“Fuck. Yeah. Harder. Please.”
Lucius complied, increasing his speed as well as his downward thrust, throwing
his fuck almost straight down so that he didn’t just graze Harry’s prostate, he
battered it.
“Ah! Fuck! Lucius. Fuck me. Lucius, I’m gonna -”
Harry’s entire body clenched as his cock exploded, bubbling over with a steady
fountain of cum. His arse constricted beautifully around Lucius, who gratefully
surrendered to his own long-overdue orgasm. As he let go his vision almost
whited out in sheer pleasure, body pulsing with release before it was replaced
with sweet lethargy.
He slumped over Harry in those few precious post-coital moments, nuzzling his
cheek and pressing almost chaste kisses to the areas of jaw he could reach.
They lay there for a few moments before Lucius laughed.
“Hey! What’s that all about?”
Lucius shifted to the side. And looked at Harry, a gentle smile on his face.
Harry smiled back.”
“I didn’t realize that my late lamented virginity was a laughing matter.”
Lucius brought a hand up to caress Harry’s face. “I wasn’t laughing at you. I
was laughing because I’m happy. I finally have everything I want. I am now a
hero, so I have practically unlimited power. Dumbledore is marginalized after
the false prophecy fiasco. I have the public support of the Boy-who-lived,
and…with the tragic death of my wife during Voldemort’s demise, I have the
freedom to enjoy it.
Harry began to laugh as well, much to Lucius’ confusion.
“You don’t ask for much, do you?”
Lucius looked at him smugly. “What can I say. I like the best. And the best
just happened to be you.”
“How could you tell that?”
“My dear Harry. You were the most Slytherin non-Slytherin to ever out-Slytherin
a Slytherin among Slytherins. How could you not be the best?”
“Hmm. I think I would like to hear you say that three times fast.”
Harry’s eyebrow shot up and a considering light entered his eyes. He
straightened up, and then sank to his knees on the floor in front of Lucius. He
looked up into kindling grey eyes and smiled a siren’s smile, then ran his
hands up Lucius’ thighs to grasp his hardening member.
“Actually, I think that I might say that three times fast. In parseltongue.
Around your cock.” Harry licked a stripe up to the wet head.
Lucius groaned and closed his eyes, bracing his weight on the desk behind him.
“Remember your promise to fuck my mouth?”
“Yesss.”
“Let’s keep that promise, shall we.”
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