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And It Rained	By : Jemixe Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Lucius Views: 10025 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-And It Rained
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Disclaimer: Harry Potter et al, belongs to J. K. Rowling, Warner Brothers, Scholastic, and all others involved. Which is sad for me, since I am not any of the afore mentioned groups.

Author�s Note: This takes place in my Incubus Dreams universe. It happens in the future, after the events of that story. It just came to me and I had to write it down before I lost it. I hope you enjoy.

Lucius watched his bond mate. It was raining down heavily, the sky a dark mass of storm clouds, but Harry didn�t seem to care, or even notice. Lucius sighed in disappointment when he remembered why Harry was in his current state, and when he remembered the promise Harry extracted from him. Lucius was torn between pride at Harry�s Slytherin cunning and annoyance at the fact that he couldn�t do anything to exact revenge on his bond mate�s behalf.

Flashback

Lucius leaned back on the chaise longue, giving himself over to his lover�s ministrations. Harry�s hands were soothing, while his mouth was anything but. It was a lesson in opposites Lucius always willingly subjected himself to.

Harry nuzzled the crease of Lucius� thigh and hip, so close to the apex, but not nearly close enough.

�Please Lucius. I�m not asking for much.� The plea was punctuated with a leisurely lick at Lucius� cock.

Lucius could barely recall what the question was. He knew Harry was manipulating him to do something. Lucius knew it because it was a tactic he himself had used on Harry.

�It won�t be for long.�A lick and a short suck followed that statement.

�You don�t even have to come.� Lucius growled his displeasure at that suggestion, then growled for an entirely different reason when Harry suddenly fully engulfed Lucius� cock in his warm, wet mouth. Any other reply Lucius may have attempted was lost when Harry used his teeth; a light scraping against the tip. It was enough to catch Lucius� attention, but not enough to hurt.

Lucius looked down at the sight, and was instantly entranced. Harry was staring intently into Lucius� silvery eyes; Harry�s own sparkling with lust. His pupils were so dilated they left only a small green outline around black. Harry�s cheeks were flushed and his lips were full, stretched around Lucius� turgid flesh.

Slowly, Harry sank his mouth further down the shaft, taking Lucius in inch by inch, until his nose was buried in silky, pale blond hair. Lucius� hands tightened on the arms of the chaise longue, his jaw tightened as Harry�s throat swallowed around the head of his cock. He watched as his bond mate slowly lifted his head up, sucking on the way up. Lucius had to hold on tighter to the arms of the chaise to keep his hips from following that wonderful mouth.

Harry didn�t go back down afterwards; still keeping eye contact, he stuck out his tongue and pointed it, using the tip to trace around the crease at the head, occasionally flicking it up and dipping it in the slit. He traced the vein on the underside, using only the barest of touches, before he got to Lucius� sac. Using the same feathery tongue caresses, Harry washed the Lucius� balls, never breaking contact with Lucius� stormy eyes.

Lucius released one chaise arm from his death grip, and threaded it through Harry�s eternally unruly ebon locks.

�Teasing me isn�t exactly healthy for one�s continued living.�

Harry stopped his ministrations to smile up at Lucius in amusement before he licked his lips.

�I�ll take my chances. However, I may be persuaded if you�ll grant me my request.� One black eyebrow rose expectantly.

Lucius narrowed his eyes in response and bend down, catching Harry under his arms and bodily lifting the boy up, settling him in his lap.

�Do you honestly believe I will allow you to get away with this attempted manipulation?�

Harry lowered his head demurely and coyly looked up at Lucius through his lashes.

�Can it really be called manipulation if you know about it, and knowingly allow me to get away with it? I just want a small favor.�

Lucius groaned when Harry wriggled a little in his lap, his lush bottom rubbing against his still hard cock.

�Why do you insist on visiting those muggles? I don�t like them, you know that, and you have no need to return there. Last summer was you last summer there.�

Harry huffed out a breath and sat fully on Lucius� lap.

�I don�t know myself. Lucius, they�re the only blood family I have left. My parents are dead, my godfather is dead, Remus is unavailable; the Dursely�s are the only family I have left; especially as you don�t like the Weasleys. I want them to know that I�m happy now, and maybe they can finally be happy for me too.�

Lucius thought about it. He wasn�t fond of muggles on the best of days, but Harry�s relatives made him regret turning his back on being a Death Eater. He didn�t know all of what they�d done to Harry, but he knew enough to fill him with the desire to show them exactly what a fully trained and Dark wizard could do.

Lucius was once again struck by Harry�s ability to feel�and forgive. Lucius knew first hand just how forgiving Harry was and how great was his capacity to love. That was the only reason Lucius granted Harry�s request to see his pathetic excuses for muggle relatives.

That, and Harry currently, and slowly, lowering himself onto Lucius� cock. He leaned back and watched through hooded eyes as Harry seated himself fully. He interlaced the fingers of one hand with one of Harry�s. He groaned as Harry fucked himself on Lucius, as Harry tightened his muscles around Lucius, as Harry used his free hand to encircle his own cock and pump it in time with his movement. Lucius watched Harry change angle and knew when he�d found just the right spot.

Lucius used his free hand to trace along Harry�s cheek then moved it behind Harry�s neck to bring him closer. He kissed his bond mate, using their interlocked hands to grab Harry�s hip and urge him faster. Harry pulled back and cried out, spurting onto Lucius� chest and stomach.

Both the sight and feel of Harry coming triggered Lucius� own orgasm. Harry collapsed onto Lucius� chest, breathing shallowly and heavily, trying to catch his breath. Lucius encircled Harry and held tight, catching his own breath.

�Thank you.�

Lucius only grunted in response. He was pondering leaving his wand at home so he wouldn�t even be tempted to curse, hex, or otherwise spell the muggles, therefore ensuring he�d be able to keep his promise to Harry.

Lucius was right in not liking those horrible excuses for humans that Harry was forced to endure and live with for seventeen years of his life. They had reached Harry�s aunt�s house, and had only, reluctantly, been admitted inside. For Lucius, who was used to being granted, almost, his every wish; being looked down upon was a lesson in patience and tolerance. It was something he would only grant his bond mate.

Harry attempted to make polite conversation, which was rebuffed at every turn. He was asked point blank what he thought he was doing returning.

�I wanted to let you know, Aunt Petunia, that I won�t be returning here.� Harry gave a shy smile to Lucius before looked back at his Aunt, Uncle and cousin.

�Good riddance.�

Harry�s smile didn�t falter, but it did look forced.

�I�ve come to collect anything I left behind, and I�d like to invite you to my wedding.�

Harry�s behemoth of an uncle waved his ham hand dismissively before he replied, �You don�t have anything left here, boy. We tossed it all away. After you left for that�place, we got rid of everything. You�re seventeen now and we had no desire to see you here again.�

Vernon completely ignored the wedding invitation, but Dudley didn�t.

�Who�d want to marry you anyway? You�re small, scrawny and have that hideous scar.�

Lucius had enough. The house was too small, the décor ghastly, the smell of muggles offensive to his olfactory senses and the insults to Harry were more than enough. Lucius� hand was itching for his wand. A nice bone breaking hex or a blood-boiling curse would not be amiss. Harry�s hand on his arm saved the muggle�s lives. It also told them who�d want to marry Harry.

�You�re queer? I�ve been housing a queer in the same place as my Dudley?�

�It�s not as if it�s contagious, Aunt Petunia.� Harry answered his aunt in a dry tone, very reminiscent of Lucius.

Lucius decided to speak for the first time.

�Harry is my mate. He�s the perfectly compatible other half to my incubus. While a wedding is not necessary, Harry wants it, and, as I find, so do I.�

�As if he�s not enough of a freak, going to that atrocious school with those ghastly things, he has to turn out queer and mated to something not even human?�

Lucius saw red, the incubus rising, snarling, at the insult to itself and his mate. Cursing and hexing would be a waste of good magic on these bigoted muggles; he�d rip them apart with his bear hands. The only thing stopping Lucius was Harry, and the promise he�d gotten from Lucius to not do anything to hurt his relatives.

A small hand sliding into his diverted Lucius attention to his bond mate. Harry�s face was an expressionless mask as good as any Lucius himself could accomplish.

�For as long as I�ve lived here, you�ve made my life completely miserable. You�ve treated me as something you�d wipe off the bottom of your shoe, while I did nothing to warrant such treatment.

�I�m not ashamed of any of my actions in regards to magic, bonding with Lucius and agreeing to marry him. My only regret is coming here thinking that you could behave like rational adults and be happy for me. My life has had few happy moments as it is, so when they do come, I grasp onto them with both hands.

�Did you even like me a little? Or was I just an unwanted burden?�

Harry�s aunt spoke up.

�No, we never wanted you. I knew you�d be just like your mother, just as freakish and weird. I hated it in her, and I loathed it in you.�

Lucius looked at Harry, worried when he couldn�t even read anything in Harry�s eyes. Usually, Harry couldn�t hide anything from Lucius, as his eyes always gave him away. But right then, Harry�s eyes held as much emotion as a rock, and it chilled Lucius in ways that things from his past never could.

�Thank you for your honesty, Aunt Petunia. I won�t trouble you with my presence anymore. I hope you have a nice life, and that you get everything you deserve.�

Without a backward glance, Harry left the house, walked down the drive, and settled into the car. Lucius didn�t immediately follow. Instead he pinned the Dursleys with a glare menacing enough to petrify and basilisk.

�Harry is the kindest, most compassionate human I have ever had the privilege to know. The fact that he can see through my past to find something worth loving in me is a humbling experience, and I�ve never felt humbled in my life.

�I, on the other hand, am not kind or nice, or even compassionate towards anyone other than my family, which most definitely includes Harry. I have done things in my past that would make you collapse into a babbling heap; they would give you nightmares for years to come. So believe me when I tell you, it would be nothing to me to torture you to within an inch of your life, only to leave you teetering on the edge. You�d long for the sweet oblivion of death, and I, being unkind and unmerciful, wouldn�t grant it. I would do it over and over until you are sitting in puddle of your own filth, nothing more than a vegetable, drooling and completely unaware of anything but the pain.�

Lucius reveled in the fear he could feel rolling off the three muggles in waves.

�The only reason you�re still relatively cognizant, is because Harry made me promise not to hurt you in any way, shape, or form. He was very specific in the terms of the promise. So the next time you think anything unkind about Harry, remember that he saved your life; probably more times than you can possibly conceive.�
End Flashback
The ride back to the manner was quiet, except for the softly asked question of, �Are they still alive?�

Harry immediately went out into the garden, staying out there even when the rain started. Lucius sighed and walked out into the rain. He walked up to Harry, making sure to create enough noise that Harry knew someone was coming. He stopped a few inches from Harry; close enough to know his bond mate was freezing.

He wrapped his arms around Harry, tucking the smaller wizard�s head beneath his chin. Harry leaned back into Lucius� bigger frame, feeling secure and warm.

�They never beat me, or really raised a hand to me. Uncle Vernon would grab my arm and drag me to the cupboard; or Aunt Petunia would drag me by my ear or hair. Dudley would hit me, but that was basic school yard bully stuff. But mostly, they just ignored me; pretended I didn�t exist.�

Lucius tightened his hold on Harry, not liking the hollow and empty voice coming from his mate. It was so at odds to the usually passionate and animated young man he�d grown to care for and love.

�Sometimes, I wish they did hit me.�

Lucius could understand that. At least then, Harry would have been noticed. He�d still know they despised him, but at least then he�d know he was human. Besides, physical wounds were easier to heal than emotional ones.

�Am I really that unlovable?�

�NO!� Even Lucius was surprised by the vehemence of that statement.

�No, you�re not unlovable, Harry. You have friends who care deeply for you. On numerous occasions, they�ve followed you into dangerous situations because of how much they love you. Your parents loved you so much that they died for you. You godfather loved you enough to put his own life at risk for you. Your teachers care for you, Draco loves you, and I love you.�

It was, in fact, the first time Lucius had actually ever said the words directly to Harry. He�d insinuated it, he�d shown him in different ways, but he�d never actually said the words to Harry.

�Never underestimate your ability to inspire love in others, Harry. Your capacity to love unconditionally inspires others do love you as well. The fact that those wastes of human flesh cannot see it; it indicates a fault with them, not you. They are the ones missing out.

�How you managed to live with them and turn into the caring, forgiving, loving young man you are today is a testament to your character and inner strength.�

Harry turned around in Lucius� arms and pinned the older wizard with glowing green eyes. Lucius was glad to see they weren�t empty and lifeless after the Dursley�s last rejection. Instead, those emeralds were glowing and sparkling. Lucius was once again struck by Harry�s absolute beauty. It was more than merely physical; it exuded from within Harry, and it was completely apart from the incubus� mate. Needing the comfrot at much as Harry, Lucius leaned down and lightly brushed his lips across his mate�s wet brow.

Harry didn�t say anything, he just wrapped his arms around Lucius and laid his head on the blond wizard�s chest, letting the steady heartbeat sooth him.

The rain didn�t stop, but the sky did clear a bit and the sun came out. A rainbow appeared. The storm went from depressing and angry to light and cleansing. Lucius smirked, trust even the weather to cater to Harry�s moods.
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