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Scars	By : KJmom827 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Lucius Views: 20250 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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I do not hesitate to go directly to Harry's door once I've decided to follow this probable path to hell. I knock, but do not give him a chance to invite me in. He's packing, slowly and methodically, almost dazedly.

"Harry, I'd like to talk to you," He jerks as if I've startled him, but he doesn't look at me.

"Oh! Sorry, I thought you were an elf, that's crazy though. They wouldn't knock, would they?" He's still folding clothes and putting them neatly into a duffel bag.

"No, Harry, please stop."

"I'm just… It'll only take a few more minutes and I'll be ready to go. Hopefully Molly will let me stay with them, that's what I'm counting on anyway. If not, I'll figure something out. If nothing else, I'll get a room at the Leaky-"

"Harry, stop packing, you aren't going anywhere unless you want to," He's hands still momentarily, and that is the only indication that he hears me.

"No, I won't even bother Molly, I'll just got straight to Gring-"

The word is cut off by a gasp when my hand closes over his. His body is completely rigid as I firmly squeeze his hand three times. For several tense moments the only sound in the room is his harsh panting. He's terrified, but he hasn't moved away from me.

He doesn't say anything as I wrap my other arm around him and grasp his other hand, but his body loosens just a little. Once I have both of his hands in mine, our fingers entwined, I slowly pull him into me. I'm hyper-aware of every point of connection between us; our hands, his back against my chest, my hips pressing into the small of his back, his arse against the top of my thighs, his head when he finally lets it fall back to rest in the space between my shoulder and collar bone. He finally breaks the silence with one word that drips with need.

"Lucius," It's breathy, almost a moan, and it's exactly how I've longed to hear him say my name. I don't answer because, though there are things we need to talk about, words have no place here, not right now.

I pull him up to his full height so that our bodies are better aligned and hear myself moan when the action drags him, ever so slightly, up my hardening length. I'd like to kiss him, but I don't want to risk breaking this spell, so I settle for pulling his ear lobe into my mouth tenderly. I've wanted to taste him for so very long, and I'm not disappointed. He is divine and his reaction is even more so.

His hands tighten around my fingers, his body pushes even further into mine, and I feel his heart accelerate. I let my mouth move from his ear to the inviting skin of his neck. I want to nip at him, but I'm not sure how that would be received, so I kiss and lick him instead. With every press of my lips and stroke of my tongue, he bows into me and every other breath that comes out carries a hint of my name.

I start to move our hands over his body, I want to feel him, but I don't want to let go of his hands or scare him. So, I use his palms and my fingertips to map out the well-defined muscles of his chest. I move lower and I feel his stomach quiver. That tiny, involuntary reaction causes me to thrust into him and everything shifts. He stops responding to me and begins to take control of our movements.

When our hands reach the hem of his shirt, he guides me under it and leaves me there to explore as his arms come up and around my neck. He tilts his head to give me better access to his neck and begins to work on the tie holding my hair in place. It comes loose and his fingers twist into my hair just as my thumbs slide over his nipples. He arches and hisses loudly.

"Yes," One word, three letters, but it's all I need. I spin him around, intent on devouring his mouth, but stop as our eyes meet. I'm frozen, captivated by the love and trust swirling in the almost black depths. One of his hands untangles from my hair and cups my cheek. He runs his thumb over my bottom lip and grins a little when my tongue snakes out to taste him. His eyes dart down to my mouth and he pulls his lower lip in between his teeth. He worries it for just a moment, then looks into my eyes again as he releases it and moves forward. He moves so slowly, as if I might disappear or run, if he goes too fast.

The first touch of his mouth is sweet and tentative, a tiny kiss, then another. He pulls back slightly and his breath caresses my lips. I'm confused for a second before I realize that he's waiting for me. He made the first move, but he wants me to take it all the way. Another chance, a chance to walk away, forget his happened, pretend there's nothing here. Yes, he's waiting for me to kiss him, but he's also offering that. He knows as well as I do that once we've opened these floodgates, there's no going back.

My fingers grip the damp skin of his back as I pull him even closer. Our breath mingles between us. Our hearts beat against each other through muscle, bone, and skin. It feels like the end and the beginning. It feels like everything.

I lower my mouth to his and as soon as our lips touch, his tongue presses against mine. He's eager and patient. He's demanding and docile. He's slow and fast. He's an enigma. How he can be so many opposing things at once is amazing.

My tongue slides alongside his as I map out his mouth. I trace teeth, gums, the roof of his mouth, desperate to have all of him. I'm moving slowly, but when his fingers tighten in my hair, I relinquish control and he attacks my mouth. He's pouring years' worth of pent up desire into me and I feel as if I could drown in it. I let him have his way with me until he pulls back to breathe. He rests his head on my shoulder and I bury my nose in his hair and inhale him as deeply as I can.

"Lucius, I want you, I really do, but-"

"It's too soon," I guess it really is. He's just come out a of a horrible relationship. We've only just admitted to each other how we feel. There are so many reasons we shouldn't do this now or ever.

"NO! I mean… it's not too soon. This has been a long time coming. It's just that I don't feel… right about this happening here," I look around the room, take in the sight of my wife's curtains, her bed, her dresser, a closet that still holds some of her clothing, and I feel horrible for having put him in this situation.

"Oh, Harry. I'm so sorry. I was only thinking about having you close, I didn't mean to…" He raises his head and looks me in the eye.

"I'm not jealous, Lucius. I don't even really mind sleeping here. I'd just rather not disrespect Narcissa by making love in her room, on her bed. I'd feel the same way if we were in-" I cut him off. It's bad enough that my wife's name has entered this conversation, I don't want my son's cropping up.

"I understand, but perhaps we should wait," He starts to protest, but I silence him with a quick kiss, "Just for a while. Let's enjoy this, Harry. Let's take this slowly, the journey can be just as fantastic as the destination."

He doesn't look convinced, but he nods his agreement all the same. I pull back slightly and bring one arm up and out of his shirt. I gently trail one finger down the side of his face and stop just under his chin. I use it to pull his mouth to mine again. I kiss him once more, a tender sweep of lips and a slight brush of tongues. I don't let it become heated, I pull away before I can get caught up in the taste of him.

"How would you like to have some desert? We barely ate earlier and I know for a fact that Pippi made a delicious cherry pie," He's still flushed from our kiss and I can tell he wants to argue, but to his credit he doesn't.

"Sure, did you want to go back to your rooms?" There's a mischievous glint in his eye and I shake my head.

"I was thinking we could take it in my study and follow it with a little scotch," Not too much, though.

"Sounds great, just let me… Shit, go away for a minute, ok? I'm like a bloody horny teenager again and if you don't give me a few minutes alone, I won't be able to concentrate on anything but what's going on downstairs," He nods toward his crotch, which isn't quite touching me and grins sheepishly. Merlin, how I want to offer my assistance regardless of my earlier decision.

I untangle myself from him and take the hair tie still clutched in one of his hands. I reach up to tie my hair back, but he stops me. He runs his hands through my hair, pulling some of it around to rest on my chest, and sighs.

"Could you leave it down? Just for now. I love your hair, you don't know how many times I had to stop myself from freeing it. I think I've always liked it. It seemed so out of place on the man I used to think you were. I remember imagining how soft and silky it would feel when I was just a kid. You seemed so hard and vile, but your hair was always so… beautiful."

I smile at him and place the tie in my pocket. I'm rewarded with a bright smile before he ushers me out of the room.

"Go, I'll be down shortly."

"Don't be long," I give him a knowing smile and step into the hallway.

"Oh, don't worry, I won't, trust me," When he closes the door, I finally let myself fully relax. I collapse against the wall and take a few steadying breaths. I shouldn't be able to, but I swear I can hear his zipper as he lowers it. I push away from the wall and head toward my study before I can convince myself that eavesdropping on him is perfectly acceptable.

A/N: So, I hope you liked. I'm kind of anxious to see how you feel about this. I decided not to throw them onto the nearest bed though the temptation was to do so was almost unbearable. I haven't actually decided whether I'll even write the lemon for this story yet. It will be difficult to do it justice. It will need to be full of emotion and I'm not sure I'm up to the task of doing it properly without it being too fluffy or bodice ripper-ish. Anyway, let me know what ya think! All my love to each of you!
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