TBGC

Call It Love
Chapter Twelve

Lucius stood by the bay windows in the dining hall, staring aimlessly into the evening. In truth, he couldn’t have cared less about the stars, but it was far more interesting to watch them twinkle than to watch the food in the table getting cold.

He had not expected Harry to be in a good mood, he had, however, expected him to show. It was ten minutes past the hour, which put Harry at fifteen minutes late. Lucius was on the verge of either sending another house elf or simply going up himself to see what was taking so bloody long when the doors opened and the source of his aggravation came in, carrying the little bundle of a manipulative child in his arms.

If it wasn’t for the simple fact that Harry’s sanity rested on Evan’s well being Lucius would have beaten the child at least twice in the past few days. At the same time he couldn’t help feeling a strange draw to the boy.

It was nothing like anything he had felt for Draco; that weakling child may have been his son by blood, but he had taken after his mother in everything, his personality, his taste in clothing. Evan, on the other hand, took after Lucius himself more than Harry. Oh, the Gryffindor goodness was there as well, it had shown itself in the way the boy woke his father up, pretending it wasn’t the nightmares when it quite obviously was. The little act probably hadn’t fooled Harry, but the act itself was kind and beyond anything Lucius would have been capable of that age; probably not even now.

He watched them sit down. Evan’s cloak was not on, leaving him in shorts and a lightweight tunic style shirt. His ankle was wrapped in a thin bandage; both his knees were scraped raw and covered in thick healing salve. Harry set the boy down in on of the three set places at the table and looked up long enough to glare at Lucius.

“It isn’t that bad; he scraped up his knees and elbows, small bump on the head, and a slightly sprained ankle.”

Lucius raised an interested eyebrow, “Wild magic?”

Harry nodded, “It wouldn’t be the first time.” A half smile spread on Harry’s face as he served food onto Evan’s plate. “Sirius bought him the wizarding version of ‘slip-and-slide’ last year for his birthday and he decided to try it out on a table in the great hall when Winky wasn’t looking. He came out of it with two bruises, but not even a single cut.”

Evan pouted, looking at his father incredulously, “I didn’t fall that far.”

“Oh, no, of course not.” Harry ruffled Evan’s hair, “You went sliding down the entire length of the Ravenclaw table, flew off the end, and crashed into the legs of the head table. It was a miracle you didn’t break anything.”

“There are no such things as miracles, only magic and people who are too ignorant to notice it.”

“Keep quoting Uncle Severus and you’ll end up just like him.”

Lucius could not comprehend how such a simple banter of words could mesmerize him so thoroughly. Perhaps it was that such a light hearted, good-natured exchange had never before taken place under his roof, let alone at his dining room table. The dining room had always been a somber place where meals were eaten in silence, or, on the occasions Narcissa received letters from their son, a one sided dictation interjected every so often by threats.

Taking a seat at the head of the table, he watched the two talk as they ate, ignoring him entirely. It didn’t bother him, though, there was too much on his mind; such as what he was to do about the Dark Lord.

It was in his best interest to hand over the young Potter before Lord Voldemort found out his whereabouts. If what Severus said was true, then he had been very much mistaken in his lord’s interests in the boy over the years. Of course, he had already told Harry that they were safe from any such attack while at Malfoy Manor, that Voldemort had no active desire to spirit Evan away at the present. He might as well allow the belief to persist as it would be much easier to get Harry to follow him outside the manor if he had no idea were they were going.

Evan was bantering on about something, it sounded like it had to do with ‘Grandpa Sirius,’ and ‘Grandma Moony.’ Harry chuckled, but as Lucius watched the green eyes darted expectantly towards him.

As Harry looked away quickly, Lucius felt his lower regions twitch. Merlin help him, but he wanted to take Harry right there on the table. He suppressed a smirk as the thought ‘again’ crept into his mind. He wanted to grab him and press him onto the dark, hard wood, grind into him until those piercing green eyes glazed over in passion, until Harry was moaning for more.

He caught Harry staring back at him and allowed a half turned smile to creep across his face; let his little captive interpret it as he will. Tonight was going to be... rather agreeable.

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Tonight, if the little pint sized devil got his way, was going to be its own little portion of hell, a place Lucius was fairly sure he was going in the after life. Evan was being particularly difficult, crying and whining that he wanted to sleep with his father, that the room was too big and scary and, damnit, if the little sod wasn’t smiling from ear to ear every time Harry wasn’t looking.

“But, Daddy, I’m too scared to sleep in here all alone.”

Manipulative little prat! Harry’s face had absolutely melted at the word ‘Daddy,’ as Evan must have surely known it would. Harry looked over his shoulder, missing the wicked grin that split his son’s face. “Lucius...”

“No.” Evan’s smile dropped, his brows knitted together in frustration. “He is perfectly safe in here.” Harry opened his mouth to protest, but Lucius cut him off. “No.”

Harry’s closed his eyes, his face tight as though he were stealing himself from something before he turned back to his son. “You have to sleep in here tonight, Evan.”

“But, Daddy,” the grey eyes had misted over in concern, even though his posture didn’t say that he intended to throw a fit, “I want to sleep with you.”

“You can’t, sweetie, I’m sorry.”

“But my ankle! What if I need to use the bathroom and it hurts too much.”

Lucius’ eye twitched, the pitch the child had picked was actually painful and he could feel the signs that said a headache was imminent. “Then the house elves will assist you.”

“But I don’t trust the house elves.”

“Why exactly not?”

“Because they’re yours and you’re a bad, evil man and anything you own is bad and evil, too, and I hope you...”

Harry clamped his hand quickly over Evan’s mouth and turned to face Lucius, whose face had become much too calm. “Lucius, he doesn’t mean it.”

“Oh, he means it and it’s very possibly one of the most correct statements ever made about me that didn’t regard my lineage.” Lucius stepped forward, grabbing Harry’s arm, simultaneously pulling him away from his son and pushing him towards the door.

Lucius felt his fingers twitch to grab hold of the child’s face, to squeeze those cherub cheeks till Evan whimpered in pain, but he held back, knowing that Harry was watching, knowing that any plans he had made would be unsalvageable the moment he lost control of his temper. “Listen very carefully, little Potter child, you would do well to watch what you say, no matter how true it may be. That little habit of uninhibited honestly could get you into trouble in the future. It could get you injured beyond what even your amazing wild magic can defend against. There are some people, little Evan James, that would kill you for less. Do you understand?”

Everything was silent, Lucius was fairly sure that even Harry was holding his breath. Evan opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again and settled on nodding his head shakily.

“Good, now go to sleep, your father and I have things we need to discuss.” He turned around and swept out the door; his temper had abated somewhat, but the urge to hit something, someone in particular, was still too strong to ignore.

It wasn’t that he thought he was anything other than ‘bad and evil,’ but hearing it said to his face was not something he was used to. Besides even that, ‘evil’ was a very uninventive way of putting things, very blunt. Lucius had been called many things in the past; most often by someone he was torturing. ‘Foul beast of a mudblood whore’ had been one of the many Harry had used at sixteen.

The door he was leaning next to opened and Harry came out. Nervousness was etched into his posture, from the stiffness of his body to the way his eyes moved to Lucius and away, afraid to really look, but unable to stop himself. As he locked onto the bight green eye, every ounce of barely concealed rage melted out of Lucius body leaving only his desire for the young man in front of him

He wanted Harry. He wanted him screaming in pleasure as he came.

Harry took a deep breath, but dropped his eyes to the floor, “At your lead.”

Nothing was said as they made their way down the hall, in fact, Lucius was hard pressed to even hear Potter’s breathing behind him. Once they had reached the bedroom, the blonde wizard opened the door and stepped aside, making a show of sweeping his arm out, as though to say ‘ladies first.’

Harry caught the meaning and scowled, but said nothing as he stepped into the room and stopped just inside the door. Lucius stepped in after him, closing it tightly and muttering the locking spell before placing his hands on the tense shoulder of his unwilling lover.

The aristocratic hands ran over the stiff shoulders and down the arms, feeling the taught muscles under his fingers, enjoying the way they froze under his touch, enjoying even more the thought of them melting. He squeezed the biceps lightly before leaning his head down to whisper into Harry’s ear.

“I’ve made it very easy for you up to now.” Harry opened his mouth to disagree, but seemed to have lost his voice. “I’ve allowed you to continue in this illusion that you can’t enjoy what I could do to you. I’ve let you believe whatever you liked... until now.” The hands on his shoulders ran down Harry’s arms, sliding off at the wrists and gripping his hips firmly as the deceptively soft mouth latched onto his neck, sending little shivers of pleasure down his spine. He liked... no, Harry gave a little cry of protest at his own thought, but Lucius seemed to take it as encouragement and bit slightly against the skin, turning the shivers into waves and making Harry’s cock twitch to life between his legs.

Harry started to try and push Lucius’ hands off his hips, to lessen the contact somewhat, but Lucius was having none of that and gripped Harry’s wrists instead, holding them firmly to his side until he was sure he smaller man wasn’t going to move them.

When Harry had gone still, Lucius let go of the wrists and moved his hands back to their previous position, slowly letting the left one slip forward to allow the fingers to brush against Harry’s half firm cock. Harry’s face turned towards his captor, but he couldn’t bring himself to look at the cold grey eyes, so he simply focused on the soft material as it rolled over the broad shoulder and down the muscular arm.

Lucius moved the hand forward until it rested languidly on top of his cock, which was quickly filling despite its owners desperate attempts otherwise. Harry’s eyes closed of their own accord and he felt the moan that slipped past his lips. A small voice in the back of his mind was telling him that more contact would be a good thing.

As the hand tightened slightly around the bulge, Harry felt his head go light and he lost touch with reality for a bare moment. His hips moved forward, into the hand, and his head lulled back against the shoulder to allow that sinful mouth more neck to suck on. The brush of silken hair against his face brought him back, but Lucius had latched onto a place behind Harry’s ear that was making quick work of his resolve.

Lucius moved the hand off Harry’s hip and slid it inside the folds of the thin maroon cloak and fingered the first button on the slacks Harry wore under it. He half expected the smaller man to try and throw him off, but it seemed that Harry was too far gone to think of that, so Lucius took his time undoing each of the four buttons, letting the pants fall further open by degrees.

When he finally had each of them undone, he took his hand off the fully hardened cock it had been massaging and used it to undo the clasp of the cloak, ignoring the desperate whimpers coming from Harry’s throat.

Lucius pulled Harry’s cloak off his shoulder and let it pool on the floor, taking just long enough to move so that Harry whimpered again. When he did move, he kept his hands away from the erection as he slipped Harry’s pants down past the small hips, lowering them, as well as himself, to the ground.

Being on his knees in front of anyone was not something Lucius was accustomed to, but he wanted to keep Harry from feeling too intimidated. He wanted his dark haired captive to be concentrating only on that need for pleasure, and if getting on his knees was what it took for Lucius to get what he wanted than he would gladly do so.

A Malfoy will do anything to get what he wants.

Harry stared at the blond head as his underwear joined his pants on the floor. If he closed his eyes right now he could almost pretend it was Draco in front of him, Draco’s hands melting against the skin of his thighs, running down his calves, and making the fine hair on his leg stand on end; Draco’s mouth kissing his hips and Draco’s tongue running down to the inside of his thighs.

The tongue touched the top of his cock, bringing him out his self induced fantasy. He didn’t want to sully the innocent memories he had of Draco, no matter how much better it might make the situation. Of course, Harry was quickly finding that it didn’t really matter who it was, his body was reacting and his brain seemed to have shut off altogether in favor of simply feeling.

Lucius watched Harry carefully, slowly licking his way over the sensitive golden skin, feeling the smooth hairs brushing over his tongue. He tasted bitter like sweat and... banana. He repressed a smile; he hadn’t thought Harry would be partial to that particular soap.

The green in Harry’s eyes dulled, as though a haze had settled over them. That had been what he was waiting for; the moment when Harry began to lose himself in his lust. He dipped his head down and took Harry’s balls in his mouth, gently rolling one, then the other in his mouth as he enjoyed the moans coming from Harry’s throat.

He liked those, deeper than young man’s voice, unfettered by worry or apprehension. Taking his mouth off Harry, he gained a pitiful whimper and ran his tongue over the underside of the proud shaft in compensation. However, a blowjob was not what Lucius had in mind.

Harry couldn’t say for sure which was worse, that he wanted more, or that he did not care it was Lucius making his body feel this way. Hell, it could have been Snape and Harry would have welcomed the contact at this point. He needed to be touched, needed that mouth to be back where it had been.

But it wasn’t there anymore, it was snaking its way back up Harry’s abdomen, leaving a wet trail behind it, and now Lucius was standing again, looking down at Harry with those smoldering eyes that made shivers run straight into Harry’s crotch. Lucius moved forward and latched his mouth onto Harry’s, kissing the other man firmly, but taking great care not to instill too great a sense of control. Harry needed the illusion that he could pull away at any time.

He let one hand tangle at the hair near Harry’s neck, massaging it slowly while the other worked the buttons of Harry’s loose shirt, much in the same fashion as the pants. When he had them undone, however, he did not pull the shirt off, or even apart, but rather slipped his hand underneath and felt the hot skin underneath. He wanted to press himself against the naked body of his lover and feel that heat against him. To do that, however, he needed to be naked.

Somewhere in his lust hazed mind, Harry registered what was happening, but he couldn’t be bothered with that right now with Lucius hand ice cold against his flushed skin, and it making him gasp into the mouth that was effectively ravishing his own, and he couldn’t decided if he wanted the hand on his neck to join the other in exploring his body, or if he wanted to pull away and tell Lucius to just get on with it, because if whatever was going to happen didn’t happen soon he might explode.

Just when he had decided that maybe the second option was the better of the two, Lucius pulled back and took Harry’s hand, started to step backward until the smaller man followed his lead. Harry wasn’t sure how many steps they took, but he knew where they were taking him. Lucius wanted the bed, and that realization had sparked the part of him that didn’t want this to happen, the part that was still rational.

He would have opened his mouth to voice his discomfort, but Lucius had chosen that moment to press his mouth onto a specific part of Harry’s neck and he suddenly couldn’t remember exactly what it was he had meant to say, so he moaned instead.

Lucius hands were pressing into Harry’s back and running their way up and around, feeling every part of the golden tanned twenty one year old body and Harry had the sudden epiphany that he wanted more than just hands on him.

There was a thirty second pause between realization and understanding - realization that Harry did indeed want to have sex very badly, and that he wanted it with Lucius Malfoy; understanding that it didn’t actually matter who it was but that if Malfoy was the only one handy, Harry might as well use him to get the job done and think about the consequences later. That did not, however, make Harry any less trepidatious about the whole matter. There was still his conscience, which was nagging at him for wanting the father of the man he was fairly certain he had been in love with. He might not have had the time to do anything about it, he might have taken too long, but he still felt empty every time he allowed himself to think about Draco.

Harry was torn between thought and blind lust when he suddenly noticed Lucius robes were missing and his shirt was being thrown into a pile with the other discarded items. It wasn’t that Lucius was not attractive, on the contrary, Harry found the refined musculature more than just appealing - the way Lucius abdomen actually rippled every time he moved, the rigid muscles that stood to attention when Lucius so much as picked up a pen - it was that this was Lucius Malfoy, his rrapist and he should not be overwhelmed with want at the sight of his rapist naked.

But he was. In fact, had Harry been a normal man, with a normal sexual appetite, he would have been drooling. One finger ran around the head of Harry’s cock and his mind dissolved into need, something he was more than happy to oblige at the moment.

With a small push, he fell on the bed, legs inadvertently spread to accommodate the larger man that was crawling on top of him, kissing his stomach and chest, once again working his way down. Harry thought, for the barest of minutes, that Lucius was planning to suck him off again, but when the mouth skipped his cock altogether and instead began working the inside of his thighs, he wasn’t so certain.

“Turn over, love.”

In his limited experience, being on his stomach meant only one thing and Harry wasn’t certain he was entirely ready for that exactly, he wanted something, but he hadn’t really made up his mind as to what just yet. His body, however, seemed to think that compliance was the best option, and before he’d had time to properly mull it over he was on his stomach with two hands slowly spreading his legs.

Lucius did not move up, as Harry had expected, instead his hands began kneading Harry’s ass as though to relax it. Harry was still trying to prepare himself for maybe a finger (feeling slight flutters in his stomach when he remembered that morning) when something entirely different pressed against his ass.

It was wet and warm, and made the depth of Harry’s balls churn, and it was most definitely not a finger. He looked back and saw Lucius slowly lick each of his ass cheeks before slowly beginning to press against his anus. “Oh, god!” Harry dropped his head to the bed and pressed his forehead against the blankets. That was... “Oh, god.”

Lucius lifted his mouth, “No, Harry, love: Lucius.”

Harry whimpered as the tongue began to push into him again, slowly stretching and spreading him. Oh, Merlin, he was going to fucking cum from this alone, it was like little electric shock waves running up and down his spine, he could barely hold still.

After a few moments, the tongue was replaced by a finger, and Harry was surprised at how easily it slid into him, all the way to the knuckle, and when it started moving, Lucius began licking his way up Harry’s back. Harry moaned deeply as a second finger joined the first. God, but he wanted more, it was like need was radiating from inside him.

It wasn’t until three fingers were moved inside him, brushing against the spot that sent fire through his body, that his need took complete control over him, “God, please...”

“Please what?”

The fingers twisted, “Nnnn, please more, please.”

Lucius was chuckling in Harry’s ear, “Tell me exactly what you want, Harry.”

“God, Lucius, just fuck me, already!” There hadn’t been any room for hesitation or thought, not even mild humiliation at the realization that he was begging his rapist for sex.

It was like they were magic words. The fingers disappeared as Lucius reached past Harry to pick the same vial he had used that morning off of the bed side table. He turned Harry onto his back and gripped his legs under the knees. At Harry’s curious gaze, he allowed a small smirk. “I want to see your face.”

With his legs pulled over Lucius shoulders and his body doubled over on himself, he had a perfect view of Lucius cock as the older man positioned it for entry. There was pain, Harry wasn’t sure it was possible to have sex without pain, but there was also satisfaction, a sense of fulfillment that he had never felt before.

He stopped watching it disappear into him and put his head back, pushing back against the intrusion as much as his position would allow. When he felt Lucius balls against his ass, he moaned contentedly.

Everything went very still and Harry had just enough control over himself to realize that this was time for his body to adjust. Less that a minute went by, however, before Harry felt his body moving of its own accord, pulling back and pushing in minute motions to try and prompt action.

Lucius gave a low, guttural growl and began pulling out slowly. The pulling out hurt, Harry didn’t like that so much, it left parts of him feeling empty again, but when Lucius pushed back in, fast and abrupt, he nearly screamed in pleasure. His legs were dropped off the shoulders and he wrapped them around the man’s waist, using them to push Lucius back towards him every time he dared pulled back.

The harder Lucius pushed, the louder Harry moaned and panted, and the louder Harry became, the harder Lucius fucked him. When long fingers wrapped around Harry’s cock he exploded almost instantly, his back arching and his entire body clamping down. Lucius gave a last violent thrust and Harry felt warmth spreading inside him.

Harry was fairly sure it took several minutes to come down from the euphoric after-bliss, and when he did it was crushing. Lucius had not bothered to get off of him, or to pull out, he seemed perfectly content to lay there on top of Harry and catch his breath.

Ignoring the self-satisfied smirk, Harry pushed Lucius off and turned away from him. He closed his eyes and tried not to think about exactly how much he had enjoyed that and how much he would very much enjoy doing it again. Of course, he wasn’t sure he wanted it to be Lucius, but his exhausted libido gave a small, pleasurable twist at the name.

Although he wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to be anywhere near Lucius at the moment, he couldn’t deny that it felt somehow comforting when Lucius slipped an arm over his waist from behind. Harry closed his eyes tighter. He didn’t want this to be comforting. He wished that he could want it to be just and painful and degrading, as the thought of this man touching him had always been, but he couldn’t.

He lay silently in the bed trying to weed through exactly what it was he felt, but when exhaustion finally took its tool he still had no idea why he wasn’t moving away.

-tbc-

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