TBGC

Call It Love
Chapter Six

For someone who had sated himself twice in less than twenty four hours with the object of a five year obsession, Lucius Malfoy found that he was hardly feeling anymore satisfied than he had the day before. He’d spent his entire work day, rounding quickly on its eighth hour, contemplating the Potter issue.

It wasn’t that he hadn’t enjoyed taking the young man, he had. In fact, thinking about for any longer than necessary led to rather detailed fantasies about doing it again. The Potter issue was that he wanted more. He wanted to dark haired wizard under him, begging him, writhing in pleasure. He wanted to see those famous green eyes unfocused in passion.

Lucius eyed the door to his office ominously as he slid his hand under the desk, rubbing himself in slow circles. If what his son had told him was true, it wouldn’t be all that difficult. According to Draco, Potter had never had sex of the willing sort. All it would really take was showing him how good it could feel and it wouldn’t be long before he had Harry begging him.

His eyes fell on the paper in front of him as he unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out, stroking it. Harry and Evan’s disappearance was all over the Daily Prophet. The front page was plastered with a picture of the Potter father and son. The photo Harry was making every attempt to drag photo Evan from the frame (Potters snap shots were known to be empty quite a bit of the time), but the five year old kept dragging his feet and digging his heels into the ground, refusing to let go of his father.

Lucius concentrated on the up and down heave of Harry’s chest and distinct flush that had come into his cheeks as he tired to gently manhandle the young boy. His climax hit him far harder and far faster than he had anticipated. Cum hit the desk and he sighed, both in frustration and relief.

Staring down at the mess on top of his desk, He ran a lazy finger through the fluid. It was much thinner than usual, but then it had been a while since he’d managed to go three times in such quick succession. He smirked down at the Daily Prophet. Photo Harry had given up and dropped to his knees, tickling his son in retribution for having to stay within the frame.

As he watched the scene play out in front of him, he lazily ran his finger over his tongue, tasting the salty mix of his own skin mixed with cum. Lucius was actually rather anxious to get back to the mansion.

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It had been a beautiful day, the sky had been scantly filled with fluffy white clouds, the sun had been bright, and there was a pleasant breeze that shook the trees every few minutes. Harry had spent hours staring out the large bay window in Lucius’ room. After his bath he’d found he was unable to sleep. Every time he closed his eyes he saw Lucius, or heard his voice, so he’d sat down at the window and taken in everything of the Malfoy grounds that he could see.

Draco had spent hours reminiscing over his childhood; giving Harry detailed descriptions about the evergreen fields of grass that he’d flown his broom, and chased the well trained magical creatures that roamed around. Now that Harry had a chance to see it for himself he had to admit it was rather enchanting. Every blade of the grass on the extensive field was the same shade of green and trimmed to exactly the same height. Beyond the field was a forest, not at all as dark and forbidden looking as the one at Hogwarts, in fact, it gave Harry the impression that he’d like to stroll through it.

Not that Harry was fooled for even a moment, there were probably more deadly creatures roaming there than the Forbidden forest at the school had ever hosted, they probably just weren’t quite as rare. Hagrid did have a flare for the unusual.

The sun was setting in the most magnificent array of orange and purple. The colors cast off the top of the tree and the shadows of the forest deepened, becoming both ominous and, in some odd way, romantic. He got the feeling that he’d like to take a moonlight stroll through it.

Despite the fact that he did not turn around, Harry was aware of the door opening behind him shortly after the last of the color had faded. He listened intently as the boots thudded across the carpeted floor, tracing the progressing sound with the layout of the room. Lucius had stopped next to the bed. For a few minutes there was no sound at all, and Harry got the impression he was being watched, but said nothing, made no movement himself.

When he finally heard the rustling of a cloak being removed, he found himself jumping slightly, his hand moving ever so slightly toward the pocket his wand would usually be stored in. He flinched as he remembered it was empty; his wand was in Evan’s bedroom, lying uselessly on the floor.

Of course, there was a bright side. This would not be the first time he had taken Evan and left the castle with no notice. Once before, some years ago, Harry had received word that one of Voldemort’s followers had managed to get into the castle and was bidding his or her time before striking. He’d packed some of Evan’s things and left, waiting till there was word the Death Eater had been captured. So, it wasn’t entirely out of character for Harry and Evan to disappear without warning and without taking much more than the small boy’s emergency pack. What would be impossible for Dumbledore, or anyone else, to believe was that he would leave his wand behind and his wards down.

No one would believe that. Not even Filch, who still thought of him as an irresponsible, snot nosed, little twit.

He heard Lucius unlacing his boots and flinched. He wasn’t sure he could handle another round this soon; hell, he wasn’t even sure he was handling what had happened in that morning, yet.

There was another lengthy pause before the barefooted aristocrat made his way around the bed and towards the young man in the window. His son had said that Harry was very aware of his surroundings, that he could read what was going on around him without having to see it. He could now see for himself it was no exaggeration. Every movement he made caused the muscles in Harry’s body to tense, most especially when he’d taken his cloak and shoes off.

Ignoring the jumpy movements of the raven haired man, Lucius walked up behind him and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Enjoying the view, love?”

He shuddered, the muscles in his shoulder tensing under Lucius’ hand. “The grounds are very nice. A little too clinical, perhaps, but otherwise…” Harry suddenly saw an image of Evan playing on the Quiditch pitch, while Harry watched the team practices. “Is Evan allowed outside? I mean, maybe I could take him out to play, he likes it outside.”

He could hear the smirk in Lucius’ voice, “If you behave.” The manicured hand slipped under Harry’s collar, massaging the shoulder gently. “Tonight, however, I thought we would try something different.”

Harry bit back the immediate thought; to try something new you had to have a routine in the first place and they, in no way, had a routine. He closed his eyes and felt Lucius kneeling down behind him, one hand staying on his shoulder, the other resting itself on his hip.

Lucius waited patiently for the body in front of him to relax before sliding his hand further in Harry’s lap and slowly rubbing Harry’s flaccid penis under his palm. “Is it true, Harry, that you’ve never had sex willingly; that after I took you at sixteen you never so much as looked in another man or woman’s direction?”

Harry scowled, clamping his mouth shut and trying to think about anything but the building pleasure in his groin. It was very, very hard to ignore. It was true, it was more true than anyone knew, but what bothered Harry more was where Lucius might have gotten that information.

As if reading his mind, Lucius chuckling, slowly running his tongue up Harry’s neck, flicking ear lobe and dropping his voice to a sexual purr, “I tortured every detail of your life from Draco. I know who your favorite students are. I know that you let Evan help you grade some of your more basic tests. I know your favorite color in green, but that it would take more threats than I’m willing dole out to get you to admit it.”

The hand was pressing harder now, stroking the unwilling cock, forcing it to harden. “I know that last New Year my son kissed you. I know it was your first real kiss since before Evan was born.” The fingers shifted just slightly and the buttons came undone. Harry couldn’t decide whether it took too long or wasn’t fast enough.

Long fingers wrapped themselves around his cock and he couldn’t help from reaching behind himself, gripping Lucius thighs for support as his back arched at the contact. “Was it good, Harry?” Harry half sobbed, half moaned at the questioned. He didn’t want to think about Draco right now, Draco was dead, it wasn’t right, but he couldn’t help himself, not with that hand slowly working over his shaft and the hot air blowing against his neck.

“He told me every detail, like he was escaping. He told me how he had just helped you put Evan to bed and you two were sitting in the Astronomy Tower, making sure none of the students crept up there after hours. He told me you were drinking, but only enough to get buzzed, nothing heavy. He said that he leaned over and told you that you owed him a birthday present.”

Harry clenched his fists tighter into the fine material on Lucius’ legs, feeling his short finger nails ripping into it, trying to tear into the flesh. He wanted him to stop, but couldn’t bring himself to say it.

“And you scoffed at him, and told him you never exchanged birthday presents, that Draco thought it was passé. Then he leaned closer, and you kind of caught your breath, and your eyes misted over, and he said he was allowed to change his mind. He kissed you, softly at first,” the stroke slowed, fingers unclenched slightly, “but when you reacted he put a hand on the back of your neck and deepened in.”

The fingers tightened, but didn’t speed up. Harry felt his mouth open, to beg for more, but forced it to close. “He pushed his tongue into your mouth and you still didn’t pull away, in fact, you reciprocated. You kissed him just as passionately as he was kissing you. What did he taste like, Harry? Did he taste like the butterbear, or something else? He said you tasted like peppermint, he wasn’t even sure why.”

The hand sped up slightly and Harry gave a half cry as he came, energy pouring out of his body as he spilled over Lucius’ hand. As suddenly as though he’d been slapped, the reality of the situation came back to him. He pulled away, turning around on his knees to face the blonde wizard, tears had started leaking down his face, “You sick sod, how dare you talk about him when you’re the one who killed him? How dare you use his memory to... touch me like that? You’ve no right.”

Lucius raised one eyebrow and reached forward, holding his hand inches from Harry’s face. “I’d have thought you’d be grateful. Would you have rather I let you think about me. The results would have been,” he smirked at the sticky mess on the hand he was holding out, “the same, I assure you. I presumed, however, you would prefer the memory of my dead son over me; at least for now.”

Lucius stood up, staring down at the still teary eyed youth on the ground. “The house elves will bring you something to eat. You’ll see Evan tomorrow morning, assuming there are no more outbursts.”

Evan was waiting in dining room, dressed in back dinner robed, kicking his feet back and forth in the air. Lucius waited in the doorway for the child to notice his presence. It didn’t take long. The little feet stopped moving and the boy looked over, mistrusting grey eyes sweeping the doorway, “Where’s my father?”

So much like Draco. “He won’t be joining us tonight.”

“I want my father.”

Lucius ignored the command and sat down, making a motion with his wand so that food appeared on the plates in front of them. “Eat all of that and you might see him tomorrow.”

Evan didn’t pick up his fork, “I want to see him now. Where’s my father?”

Raising an eyebrow, Lucius eyed the five-year-old. “He’s in bed.”

For several minutes Evan said nothing, he stared at Lucius with an almost contemplative expression on his face, his brows knitted together in thought. Then, with a hint of the same smirk Lucius had seen so often on his own son's face, he spoke, “Is he spreading his legs for you?”

Wine splattered on the table as Lucius lost his ability to drink. “Pardon?”

There was a smug air around the child now, “That’s what father said you wanted from him. So, is that what he’s doing?” It was a critical few moments before he could compose himself enough to think properly, unfortunately, Evan didn’t have that problem. “What does that mean, anyway? Why would you want my father to spread his legs?”

Lucius stared openly, at a complete loss for the first time in quite a while. “You... were supposed to be humming.”

Evan smiled sweetly, picking up his juice with both hands, “I always listen, that’s why father always says things like that, so I won’t understand.”

What the hell was he supposed to say? He didn’t exactly think it was appropriate to actually tell him, but he had to say something. Lucius had hardly seen Draco at this age, he’d been raised almost entirely by his mother and house elves, but he somehow doubted that even his own pompous son had asked those kinds of questions at five.

Standing up too quickly, Lucius cursed his spilt wine, but didn’t bother to put the goblet upright. Instead, he marched around the table and picked up Evan, who had already put his own glass safely next to his plate. He held the child under one arm, storming as quickly as he could until they were outside the master suite. Then he set him on the ground, making sure he was standing right and opened the door, nudging the boy’s shoulder to indicate he should move forward.

Evan seemed somewhat trepidatious until he caught sight of his father sitting, once again, with his back to the door, “Father!”

Harry stood up and turned around at the same time, stumbling as he was caught off guard by the sound of Evan’s voice, but there was an instant smile on his face. “Oh gods, Evan, are you okay?”

Lucius could hardly help the smirk that crept onto his face as Harry knelt down in front of the boy, once again seeming to be checking for marks. “Do you intend to do that every time, love?”

“Yes.” He didn’t like the snappy tone, but dismissed it as he saw how red Harry’s eyes were. So, he’d been crying the whole time. Lucius wondered whether it was for Draco or the fact he wouldn’t be seeing his son. Perhaps it was both.

Remembering what he had come for, Lucius crossed his arms over his chest. “Now, Evan, ask your father.”

Evan smiled sweetly back at the blonde man, his eyes as innocent as though he didn’t have a clue what Lucius was talking about, “Aren’t you my father, too?”

“Just ask him.”

The smile broadened, “I don’t understand.”

A knowing look crossed Harry’s face, but he said nothing, waiting for someone to tell him what was going on.

“Ask your father what you asked me in the dining hall.”

Evan turned back, head high, “I asked him where you were, and he told me you were in the bedroom.” He looked very proud of himself, too proud.

Harry forced himself not to laugh as Lucius slit his eyes dangerously. “You... Potter, tell him what spreading your legs meant.”

“Lucius!” Harry’s jaw dropped, “If you want to say things like that around him, tell him to hum.”

Lucius fought the urge to either curse Harry for talking to him that way or scream. Neither seemed very dignified. He opened his mouth to speak, but had to shut it again as the first thing that came to mind was ‘He said it first.’ Taking a deep breath, he composed himself, “You’re son asked me what it meant and I felt that you would be the best person to handle the situation.”

Harry turned to look at Evan who was still smiling, “Is that true?”

The smile dropped slightly, “Yes, but I only did it because he wouldn’t let me see you.”

Lucius’ left eye had begun to twitch. Little prat had played him for it. He’d known that if he made Lucius uncomfortable enough he’d see his father, so he’d purposefully asked the most embarrassing question he could think of.

Harry seemed nonplussed, and brushed a stray strand of hair behind Evan’s ear, “I wanted to see you, too, but where did you hear that?”

Where did he...? Where did Potter think he heard it? As far as Lucius knew it wasn’t a term commonly used around Hogwarts.

Evan hung his head, a small pout forming on his lips, “You.”

“Evan James Potter, I told you to hum. You know that means you aren’t supposed to listen.”

“I know!” Evan looked up, throwing his arms around his father’s neck, “You were so mad, though, I couldn’t help it.”

Harry didn’t look as though he believed that, but he wrapped his arms around Evan and drew him into his lap, “It’s all right, but do you really want to know?”

Evan smiled a little at this, shaking his head enthusiastically. Lucius took a step forward, his first instinct to take the child away now that issue was resolved. Harry didn’t move. He didn’t tense, or grip his son tighter, in fact, he seemed to have started smiling, just a small, content smile.

The past twenty four hours had taught Lucius that Harry was very aware of his surroundings. It had appeared to be just as Draco said, nothing could truly distract him. Apparently, he was wrong. Lucius got the distinct impression that the entire house could have come down around them and Harry wouldn’t have noticed.

Turning around, Lucius stepped outside and closed the door behind him.

-tbc-

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