TBGC

Call It Love
Chapter Seven

Harry languidly stroked Evan’s silk black hair as he had been doing for hours. After Lucius had left the small boy had curled up on the floor and fallen asleep with his head in his father’s lap. It was peaceful, almost too much so. For the first hour Harry had expected Lucius to come and separate them, but he hadn’t. Eventually, he’d settled down, and relaxed, though sleep had been impossible.

Evan shifted on his lap, probably dreaming about something or other. It didn’t really matter. He had wanted to take Evan off the floor and allow him to be more comfortable, but couldn’t bring himself to put his son on the bed Lucius had raped him in, so he’d relented to sitting upright against the wall next to the window, thinking.

His thoughts, unfortunately, had been his other sleep deterrent. He kept thinking about Draco, kept thinking about the scene Lucius had forced him to replay earlier that evening. It had been strange, at the time. There had been so much behind that kiss, so much love and it had scared him. What scared him more, though, was that the feeling had more than obviously been mutual. If he hadn’t stopped it when he did, he could have guaranteed it would have turned into more than ‘just a kiss.’

Of course, once he’d been given the night to think it over, he’d come to the conclusion that he couldn’t, that it was a mistake, that it had been the stupid moon, and the alcohol, and stars, and all the goddamned romance that shouldn’t have been there, that had never been a part of Harry’s life.

That was what really ate Harry up in the end. He’d told Draco it was a mistake; that it couldn’t happen again. The statement had hurt the other man, but he’d done a famous job of covering it up, smirking and telling Harry that ‘yeah, it probably was, but it was a damned decent one at that.’

It had been decent, it had been more than decent; it had been the best bloody kiss Harry’d ever had. Not that he had very many others, but it had left him tingling all over and more than slightly tempted to have a wank before his son woke up.

He hadn’t though, because Harry, despite everything, had not masturbated in nearly six years. He just couldn’t. Every time he closed his eyes he felt the pillow smothering his face, felt the panic and the pain all over again. In the end, what with taking care of Evan and school and then teaching, he just didn’t have the time. That and he wasn’t alone very often.

That kiss had been the first time since shortly after his rape that he’d been truly tempted to try sexual gratification. He hadn’t even done much of it before then. That was the Dursleys fault. It wasn’t like he’d been sat aside and told the facts of life like everyone else, then they would have had to worry about more little freaks running around. He’d had to find out the basics of sex on his own and masturbation from a very embarrassed Ron, who’d tried to explain to Harry why he kept waking up with stiff bits.

The sun had risen some time ago; it was fairly bright outside, but still a pale blue, so it had to be early. The sun was rising at around five in the morning, school would let out in a two months. Evan’s birthday was creeping up, as well. Draco had wanted to buy Evan a toy broom for his birthday, which Harry had forbidden because of the boy’s tendency not to listen to his father that would inevitable get him hurt while flying around Hogwarts. It didn’t matter what Harry said, though, Draco was… no, he would have gotten it, anyway. He was as bad as Evan. There was absolutely no way for Harry to put his foot down with the two of them.

He closed his eyes passively as he heard Lucius’ boots thudding against the heavy rug in the hall. The door opened softly, but didn’t close and the older wizard stood at the doorway a few moments, probably analyzing the scene before him. He didn’t bother to close it behind him. “You’re not asleep.”

Harry shrugged, “I wasn’t actually pretending to be.”

Evan sighed in his sleep, cuddling further against his father’s leg and clutching the robe protectively as though he sensed impending separation. Harry started stroking his head again, not entirely sure when he had stopped, and watched him carefully for signs he was waking up.

Lucius leaned against the wall, with his arms folded neatly over his chest, saying nothing for a time. It felt impossible long to Harry, who stared unfocused at his son’s head. When the older man finally pushed off Harry couldn’t help tensing up. He did not want to give his son up when he had no clue how long it would be before they saw each other again.

“Wake him up; he needs to be in his own bed.”

Wake him up? Actually wake him up? Was he entirely insane? Harry felt the numbness that had settled in over the hours slipping away. Wake up a five-year-old to put him back to bed? Did he even know what he was asking? His mouth opened before he could stop it, “Have you lost your mind?”

Lucius eye twitched. He had spent the last hours at his desk rather than in bed and, if he was really lucky, he would get to lay down for an hour or so before heading to the ministry. He was not in the mood to listen to Potter’s insolence at the moment. “Harry, love, either wake him up or risk incurring my wrath. The choice is up to you.”

The green eyes sparkled for a moment before Harry gave into soft, restrained laughter. “Oh, pardon me, I wouldn’t want to ‘incur your wrath.’ Only you don’t go willfully waking five-year-olds this early in the morning.”

Lucius stood straighter, his voice raising. “This is my manor, you are my prisoner, and you will do as I say. Wake up our son so that he can sleep in his room.”

Harry winced as he felt Evan stir in his lap. The boy sat up, rubbing his eyes sleepily until they settled on Lucius. He glared at the death eater, scooting closer to his father. “What’s he doing here?”

Lucius eye twitched again, his patience quickly coming to an end. He walked over to the two and glared back at the child, “Get up.”

Evan threw his arms around his father protectively, “No.”

Taking deep breaths, Lucius turned his gaze to Harry, who sighed and began rubbing Evan’s back reassuring, “Evan, why don’t you go with Mr. Malfoy, take a short nap, and I’ll see you at breakfast.”

“But, father, I don’t want to go to bed, I’m not tired. Why can’t I stay with you?”

After a short pause, in which Harry seemd to be contemplating something, he looked up at Lucius and held his eye. “Because Mr. Malfoy won’t let you.”

There was a thirty second pause, in which Lucius got the feeling that he was in no way going to enjoy what was about to happen. Evan turned around to him, eyes brimming with tears, “Why can’t I stay?”

He restrained himself from scowling. The child was obviously upset and it would not do to further the situation. “You are too old to be sleeping with your fathers.”

“Who says?”

“I do.”

“Well, I don’t like you. Besides, you’re not my father; I don’t have to listen to you.”

Harry paled slightly at his son’s defiant proclamation. He looked up at the elder wizard and saw the barely suppressed rage in Lucius’ face. “L… Lucius?” He hated himself for the timid quiver in his voice.

Lucius pulled his face into a determined blank mask as he addressed the child. “Stand up.”

Evan looked up at his father, “Father?”

Before Harry could answer, Lucius reached down grabbing the boy’s arm and wrenching him up. Evan gave a small pained cry, but didn’t struggle against the restraining hand. Harry, however, seemed to jerk from his fearful stupor at the sound of his son’s voice and stood as well, staring at Lucius with a mix of stubborn determination. “Let him go.”

Without hesitation Lucius gripped Evan’s arm tighter, raised his free hand and backhanded Harry, watching with more than a little satisfaction as the smaller man fell to the floor. He ignored Evan’s protests and weak struggles as he dragged him out of the room, magically locking the door behind them.

They had made it halfway to the room when the boy gave up struggling and instead going went entirely limp, falling to the ground and forcing Lucius to stop. The grey eyes were glistening and tears were streaming down his face. He tried to lift the child to his feet, but he only hung like a dead weight, “Get up.”

“I want my daddy, take me back.”

Lucius forced himself not to sneer, trying to think of anything he could say that wouldn’t upset the sobbing boy any further. Damn he was absolutely no good with children, especially those with no respect or discipline. Why couldn’t Evan be more like Draco? Why couldn’t he just do what he was told without asking questions?

Oh, but of course, Lucius reminded himself, he couldn’t well be sure what Draco was like at this age. He’d seen him only at dinner and on holidays, sometimes not even then if he was too busy. It hadn’t been till Draco started Hogwarts that he took any real interest and then it was to instruct him on how to behave.

Evan stopped trying to pull his arm out of Lucius’ grip, which was holding it at an awkward angle, and instead resorted to full out bawling, his nose running unattractively. At the moment there was nothing Lucius wanted more than to take him back to Harry and just hand him over, make him stop, but couldn’t bring himself to reward the display.

Leaning down, he picked Evan up and put him over his shoulder and trying to keep the little legs from kicking him in the face; as it was he was probably going to have very prominent bruises on his chest and back.

“Put me down! I want my daddy, put me down!”

Oh, great Merlin, his ears were ringing. He dropped Evan unceremoniously onto the child-sized bed and stooped down to grip the little arms to his sides, off handedly noting how small they were. “Shut up.”

Evan’s wails softened, though the tears were pouring just as fast. Letting go, Lucius started for the door only to find himself stopped by a pair of arms throwing themselves around one of his legs. Looking down, he saw the desperate look in the sniveling child’s face and tried not to outwardly winch. “Let go.”

“Please? I’ll be r... really good. I’ll s... sit still and I w... won’t make a sound and... and I won’t talk back ever, ever again.”

Lucius glared down, “You most certainly will not, now let go.”

Evan dropped his arms, realizing he was upsetting the man even more. “But I want... I want daddy. Please?”

Without bothering to reply, Lucius swept out the room, closing the door behind him, and cringing as the wailing started up again, echoing down the hall. Merlin’s balls that was obnoxious. He had a flash of the Weasley family and found himself shuddering slightly at the thought of seven.

When he returned to the master suite Harry was sitting up where he had fallen, his knees pressed up to his chest. He looked much younger than twenty-two at the moment; in fact, he greatly resembled the teenager Lucius had taken so many years back.

He seemed lost in thought and didn’t notice Lucius had returned for several moments; when he did he seemed to shrink in on himself, “If you hurt him, Malfoy, I swear to…”

Lucius waved his hand, interrupting him, “Don’t swear, it’s unbecoming. Evan is unharmed, though he was very distressed at the idea of leaving you.”

Harry’s face relaxed visibly, the fear ebbed away and the tension left his body. He stood up shakily, looking at the floor to avoid Lucius’ gaze. “He’s never talked back like that before. Not even when Snape wouldn’t put chocolate in his milk when he was three. I didn’t... I thought he’d throw his usual temper tantrum and you’d let him stay to shut him up. That’s what he usually does.”

Taking his clothes off methodically Lucius watched Harry from the corner of his eye, enjoying the way he flinched almost imperceptibly as buttons were undone. “He did that, too. He called you daddy. Rather surprising, actually, I wasn’t excepting that.”

“He does it when he’s really upset. I used to try and get him to call me daddy or dad or something other than that impersonal ‘father’ bit, but Snape and Draco always referred to me as father and eventually Evan picked up on it. He’d do anything Draco said to.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Lucius watched Harry’s eyes become unfocused for a moment, before he suddenly stood straight and walked around to the other side of the bed, his face now determined and his voice ringing slightly of sarcasm, “Any particular way you want me?”

Oh, very clever. He was distancing himself with a complicating mix of compliancy and defiance. Do what is required, but in a way that won’t please. Perhaps Lucius had made it a little too clear that he enjoyed the fear behind their last encounters. Of course, he very much intended to do something about it and now was as good a time as any.

Raising an aristocratic eyebrow, he strode elegantly around the bed, watching the tension mount with every step he took. “Oh no, Love, I think your fine right where you are.”

“Going to fuck me standing up, then?”

Putting an arm firmly around Harry’s waist, Lucius smirked, “Oh, no, it’s far too difficult, and not nearly as pleasurable as you might think. No, I have no intentions of fucking you tonight.”

Harry faltered, “No?”

“No.” He leaned forward and pressed his lips to Harry’s, massaging them. Very slowly he started to work his tongue into the warmth mouth under his, running against lips, then teeth. When Harry finally relented, Lucius had to repress a moan. He could feel the smaller man slowly relaxing in his arms, his mouth softening against the invasion.

A loud pop issued through the room. “Eek!”

Lucius was too shocked by the sudden squeal to keep his captive from jumping back. Harry had pressed himself, half hunched over, against the nightstand, one hand steadying himself, the other pressed in obvious repulsion against his mouth. Damn, that had been so close; another few seconds and Harry would have been putty in his hands.

Turning his attention to the cause of the disruption, he saw a house elf standing in the center of the room, it’s ears back in fear as it looked up at its’ Master. Lucius scowled down at it, “You are supposed to be watching the boy.”

“Yes, Master Malfoy, sir, I’m sorry Master Malfoy, sir.”

Lucius crossed his arms over his chest, trying to look as intimidating as possible while willing away what had been “Well?”

The house elf, Mimi, gave another squeak and trembled harder. “It’s Young Master Potter, sir.”

Harry suddenly looked up, his hand dropped form his face, “What about Evan? He hasn’t hurt himself, has he?”

Raising an eyebrow at the dark-haired man, Lucius smirked “I highly doubt your son is into self mutilation, love.”

“You would be surprised what a five-year-old will do for attention.”

Mimi began nodded enthusiastically, “Yes, sirs. Evan is saying he wants his father and he is screaming, so I goes to check and tells him he can’t because Mr. Malfoy is forbidding it.” Lucius winched. “And he says he’ll hold his breath till I get Master Potter, sir.”

“Let him.”

Lucius started to turn away, but Mimi stumbled forward anxiously, “Master Malfoy, sir, I did. Mimi tells him she won’t, but he keeps passing out. So, I thinks it’s better to get Master Potter, sir, before Master Evan hurts himself.”

Harry looked at Lucius with a careful blank expression, “That, Lucius, *love*, is why I’m so lenient.”

Lucius dismissed the sarcasm in the tone. “Mimi, you are to bring Evan here and then send word to the Ministry that I will be coming in late. Tell them I have family business to attend; if anything important should arise, they can contact me.”

-tbc-

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