TBGC

Call It Love
Chapter Three

Malfoy Manor was as large as Draco had said it was. The front foyer, or what Harry managed to see of it as he followed Lucius through one of the many doors, was larger than he and Evan’s entire suite at Hogwarts. Not that this was difficult. He had been offered larger ones, but none of them were close enough to the entrance hall for his liking.

He still wasn’t quite sure why he needed to be so close to the castle’s main hall, except that it made him more comfortable and that, since it was a little used passage, he could set all the wards and protections he wanted. The only drawback had, of course, been its size. The one they were in consisted of only a sitting room, bathroom, and one bedroom.

Having never had anything of his own, Harry was insistent that, no matter how inconvenient or awkward it might be, Evan would have his own room. So he had turned the sitting room into a sort of master bedroom and put Evan in the other one, tacky furnishings and all. Not that the bedroom ever got much use. Evan didn’t like to sleep alone, if Harry tucked him in, he’d just get up and sneak into his father’s bed first chance he got. But after a while Harry had decided it didn’t matter, as long as the room was there it was all right.

He’d been so deep in thought that he nearly ran into Lucius when the wizard stopped in front of a large white door. Damn, he should have been paying attention to where they were going, now he had absolutely no clue where this was and, according to Draco, it was very easy to get lost.

When Lucius opened the door, Harry tightened his grip on the book bag, which he hadn’t realized was already cutting the circulation off to his fingers. It appeared that, dark wizard or not, Lucius had been telling the truth. Though Evan’s sleep was obviously magic induced (he never slept on his back with his arms neatly laid at his side) he looked rather comfortable.

Harry stepped slowly into the room and a dim light turned on, just bright enough so that he could see around. He gaped openly, not bothering to deny that he was stunned. The furniture was very close to the same that Draco had wanted Harry to get, only instead of dark wood it was white washed and decorated with pictures of moving animals. The walls were a painted landscape with various magical creatures playing throughout it.

A large toy chest sat at the foot of the bed and Harry set the book bag and suit case on top of it before sitting on the bed next to Evan and surveying his face to make sure he hadn’t been hurt. He couldn’t help noting that the mattress was extremely soft and that the comforter felt like goose feather and Egyptian cotton.

Harry could feel Lucius staring at him, but he still jumped a little when the older wizard spoke, “I told you everything would be provided for.”

Scoffing, Harry brushed hair out Evan’s face and noticed he had been changed from his usual red and gold nightshirt into a pair of white silk pajamas. “I suppose you had nothing better to do with Draco’s old things.”

For a moment Lucius said nothing, but when he did his voice was low and firm, “Malfoys do not give their children second hand things. Everything in here was bought specifically for our son using the information I got from Draco.”

Harry gulped down the knot that had formed in his throat when Lucius had said ‘our son.’ No matter how hard he tried to pretend other wise Evan was indeed their son, but at least that fact was doing some good at the moment. He took a deep breath to steady his voice and tucked Evan’s arms under the blanket, pulling it to his chin. “Lucius,” He waited for a sound that said continue, mostly because he didn’t think he could otherwise, “is Voldemort still interested in my son?”

He made sure to emphasize ‘my,’ though he doubted it would do any good. Malfoy waited a moment before answering, perhaps contemplating his answer, most likely allowing Harry to dread it just that much longer. “Not in particular. If he could get his hands on Evan he would be pleased, but he assumes to let you raise him a few more years and then take him before he starts school.”

“Isn’t he worried about my influence?”

Harry shuddered as a hand touched his shoulder, “No. Lord Voldemort has more important things to worry about and, besides, anything you teach the child can be unlearned. As I’m sure you well remember.”

He shrugged off the hand, gripping his own upper arm tightly. Lucius was referring to the way Dumbledore had taught Harry not to fear Voldemort and how, in less that a week, Voldemort had retrained him to fear even the mention of his name. Not that Harry ever let it show, he’d become a marvel actor during his pregnancy, having to convince everyone that he was all right and that, yes, everything was going to be fine when he didn’t believe a word of it himself.

Harry started slightly as Lucius fingers wrapped around his upper arm and pulled him to his feet, he felt hot breath next to his ear, “I believe it’s time for bed, don’t you?”

For the first time in years Harry realized how much larger than him Lucius was. It was a matter of some debate whether Evan had gotten the Potter or Malfoy build, as there was no one alive that knew what James Potter had looked like as a toddler and Harry, having been so undernourished, had always been extremely small for his age. At twenty-two Harry stood five foot eight, taller only than Hermione - even Ginny beat him by an inch. Sirius had said that Lily had been shorter and Prongs taller, but Harry seemed to take after his father in every other aspect so there was a good chance Harry’s slight built was due to the starvation from the Dursleys rather than actual genetics.

Evan, on the other hand, had no such problem, he was the same height as most of his piers and taller than some. Looking at Lucius, Harry had to admit the Malfoy genes were very probably where he got it. The elder Malfoy towered over Harry at six foot three and was nearly twice as broad in the shoulders. Apparently, being a death eater was hard work, because Harry was fairly sure it was all muscle.

He pulled his arm back, half tested Malfoy’s grip, half actually trying to get away. Definitely all muscle. “As loathe as I am to ask this and as positive as I am that I don’t want to know the answer, what do you want from me?”

Lucius twisted Harry’s arm so that he was forced to stand chest to chest, his back to his son. He could feel the hard-on in Lucius trousers and forced himself not to try and pull away again. “Isn’t it obvious, Harry dear? I want you. I’ve wanted to have you all to myself since the first time I took you.”

Before Harry could shut his mouth, the sarcastic side of him took control, “Oh, and what took you so long?”

The older wizard took no notice, pulling Harry yet closer and wrapping an arm around his waist to keep him from pulling back, “My son had an interest, so I stayed away; however, Draco is no longer an obstacle.”

Harry did try and pull away then, but it was no use and Lucius appeared to be enjoying it, so he stopped. “I want to stay with Evan; he’s not used to sleeping alone. He’ll be scared when he wakes up.”

Lucius let go of Harry’s waist, but tightened his grip on the arm, pulling him from the room forcefully, “You will see your son tomorrow, assuming you have behaved yourself.”

Lucius had very little difficulty dragging Potter through Malfoy manor. Not that he was entirely surprised, by size comparison alone it was obvious, but he’d expected there might have been more to the dark haired wizard than what was on the surface. Really, though, to be fair to the young man, he might be in shock. He was obviously over attached to his son and having that threatened probably had an impact, not to mention finding out that a close friend was dead; either that or he was smarter than Lucius was giving him credit for.

He opened the door to his bedroom with a tap of his wand and flung the smaller man inside, quickly shutting it behind him. Potter managed to stay on his feet, grabbing the bed post for support and then letting it go as though it were hot. He knew what was coming and he wasn’t rushing the door, or backing away. He knew that Lucius was stronger, probably knew he couldn’t get out the door without his wand (which was still on the floor of his suite at Hogwarts) and, most importantly, knew that fighting this would be a losing battle.

Lucius shrugged off his cloak, undoing the clasp in a sweeping gesture, and let it fall to the floor. He saw Potter shake slightly, but it stopped almost before he noticed. Stepping across the room, he used one hand to shove Harry onto the bed, watching his eyes squeeze shut for just a moment before snapping open and staring straight ahead, determined not to appear scared.

Very good, this was the same thing that had attracted him to Potter when he was sixteen. The fight had been fun, it had made it more enjoyable, but the real thrill had been that the boy had never truly shown he was afraid.

Lucius leaned down, crawling on top of the smaller figure, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, savoring every inch of bare skin that was revealed. Potter was still staring straight ahead, into Lucius’s chest, a decidedly blank expression on his face.

Once the shirt was completely open, Lucius planted his mouth firmly against the other, drinking the startled yelp when he bit the lower lip and shoved his tongue inside the younger man’s warm mouth. It tasted like peppermint tooth paste and fear. Fear had a distinct taste, musty and hot in a dry mouth.

He worked his knees between Potter’s, who resisted for only a second, then pressed his pelvis down, watching delightedly as the green eyes got larger and the pupils dilated slightly, giving them a glassy appearance.

Potter was by far one of the most beautiful creatures he had ever seen, ever had the privilege to touch. Lucius ran his tongue around the mouth once more, savoring the heat, before pulling out and moving to his neck, biting on the pulse, licking it so he could feel the quickened heart beats under his tongue, grinding down with his hips as he did so.

As though on queue Potter scurried back, trying to get away from the pressure between his legs and Lucius followed, waiting until the smaller man’s head was on the pillow before he pressed a hand into the shoulder, halting the movement. He resumed kissing, trailing his lips down to lightly nibble the sensitive nipples, enjoying the little noises of protest and unwanted pleasure coming from his victim.

Somehow the fact that Harry wasn’t actively fighting was making Lucius even harder. He wanted to analyze it, but there was time for that later and his clothes were getting stuffy. He pulled his lose fitting shirt over his head and slid up, to press his bare chest against Harry’s, who flinched ever so slightly.

Lucius returned to invading his mouth while he enjoyed the feel of the fiery skin against his own. Potter chest was remarkably tan, golden and smooth; it lifted and fell heavily with each breath. Twisting his fingers through the messy black hair, Lucius held Potter head still with one hand while his other began undoing the smaller man’s pants, reaching inside the underwear to massage the flaccid penis beneath.

Potter held his breath, gripping the covers as Lucius worked his palm against the velvet skin, feeling the cock slowly hardening. Harry seemed to finally give up something and his eyes closed. He seethed between his teeth in frustration when his mouth was let go. Lucius sat up onto his knees pulling Harry pants down, allowing him to sit up, as it made taking them off easier.

As he took in the naked body before him, Lucius silently noted everything that was and was not different, surprised at how few the differences were after so long. He was only a few short inches taller, his legs were still only scantly covered in dark hair that was smooth to the touch, much like his skin. In fact, the only real difference was the small scar above the line of pubic hair that marked the spot they had removed the baby.

Lucius growled softly, possessively, and gripped Potter’s wrists, pressing them into the mattress to keep him from moving away as he kissed the pale line, licked it. He felt the muscles tensing and the arms pulling back. When he had satisfied himself, Lucius used his grip to pull Potter back onto his back, attacking his mouth viciously, feeling his carnal urges taking over. He held both the wrists above Potter’s head in one of his hands and used the other to remove his own pants, freeing his aching erection.

He could see the stubborn panic coming over the face at the crotch on crotch contact and held on until it receded and he was sure the man below him wasn’t going anywhere. He leaned in and bit an earlobe, whispering deeply, “This would work better if you turned around.”

Harry’s breath caught and Lucius smiled sadistically, pulling up and watching with silent triumph as Potter turned himself over, crossing his arms under his head and burying his face in the crook. Lucius thought about preparing the petite body below him, but decided against it. Tonight was not about pleasure; it was about control, about being inside and leaving no question as to who was dominant.

Melding over the other’s back he positioned himself and bit into the perfect shoulder as he forced his cock slowly past the tight, unprepared ring of muscle barring his way. He heard the muffled little whimpers and bit down harder, giving himself something more to concentrate on than the tight warmth quickly surrounding him.

Pushing harder he felt himself sink the rest of the way in and pulled his teeth from the skin, surveying the damage. Lucius forced himself to stay perfectly still, afraid that any more movement than the tiny shudders bellow him would cause him to cum before he was ready.

He lapped at the little specks of blood while his excitement came down and his body slowly unwound. When he thought it was safe to move he shifted his weight slightly and pulled out very slowly till just the head rested inside. Harry was whimpering again, breathing quickly, his body retightening in fear. Allowing himself only a moment to smirk he shoved in as quickly as he thought was safe. No use damaging Potter just yet, it would much more satisfying when he begged for it.

“I hate you.” The voice was barely audible and Lucius picked himself up enough to see that Potter was concentrating very hard on the pillow below him. His eyes were watery, though he wasn’t crying, and his arm was bleeding profusely where he had sunk his own teeth into the skin. Lucius ran a hand through the black hair, pulling the sweat that had built up around the edges through the strands.

Harry whimpered at the almost kind gesture and pushed his face back into his arm, smearing the blood against his cheek, “I hate you, I hate you, I…”

Lucius pulled his head up by the hair and licked his neck, tasting the salty skin under his tongue, “I know.”

Without waiting for a response he began to move in long, slow thrusts, his own body shining with sweat from the excursion of not pounding. Harry yelped softly with each downward movement. After several minutes of agonizing control, Lucius fell forward, his elbows on either side of the Potter’s head, and began to move in earnest, sharp, shallow thrusts and bit into the other shoulder.

Once he had begun really moving he knew it wouldn’t be long before he finished. Potter was so tight it was painful, but he was enjoying it, he wanted it, wanted to draw blood and tears and, though he doubted he would succeed in the later of the two, the thought alone was driving him to the edge of orgasm.

Potter clenched tighter against the invasion, for what reason, Lucius didn’t know and didn’t care, but it was enough to push him over the edge and he growled gutturally as he came, pressing himself as deep into the unwilling body as he could, his balls tight against those bellow him. He held himself in the position long after he was finished, relishing the aftermath of orgasm that coursed through his body and the wonderfully tight ass around his quickly deflating cock.

He waited till he felt the body bellow him twitch uncomfortable and forced himself up and over with more will power than he thought he had left. Harry didn’t move, he didn’t try and get up, didn’t even shift positions. Lucius watched him for several minutes, but the need to sleep was far more demanding than simple curiosity. Of course, his need to clean up was also rather pressing, but he ignored it, deciding that a morning shower would be much more enjoyable, especially if he had company.

Making a few motions with his wand, he ensured that Potter couldn’t leave the bed and left it at that. Any physical attack on the young man’s behalf without a wand or other weapon would be pointless. He turned onto his stomach, sensitive flesh brushing against the sheets and threw an arm around Harry. It had definitely been a profitable day

-tbc-

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