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Safe in His Arms	By : Giovanna Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Lucius Views: 22622 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Chapter List
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SUMUARY: It is the end of the war and Harry has lost everything and everyone he loves. He feels he has no one to turn to he has fallen to pieces. Little does he know someone is there to pick him up and put him back together? All Harry wants to be is safe in his arms.
Disclaimer:
All the rights go to J.K. Rowling. I wish I could claim them but I cannot sadly.
Pairings: Lucius Malfoy/Harry Potter.
With Some: Fluffy. BDSM. Alternate Universe/Dom/Sub. Mpreg Harry. Romance. Unrequited Love...
Authors Note: Happy New Year Guys! I know that I'm a bit late on that but I have been busy writing this and other chapters. I thank you all for your continuous support on this story. I thank you for your patients while I work through each chapter. Thanks to Katie for all her hard work.
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Thoughts are in italics
Chapter Ten- Welcome to My World
-Week 1-
Harry Potter-Black-Malfoy is in heaven at this very moment. How can he not be when he is so very close to exploding all over his husband’s chiseled chest beneath him? Lucius Malfoy’s cock must be infused with magic because it is doing delicious things to his body and prostate.
“Luc, I’m close,” he pants out. Harry is sitting on top of Lucius’s glorious body riding his magical cock to heaven.
Lucius chuckles, “Not yet Baby,” as he thrusts inside Harry and hits his prostate making him see stars, “I don’t want you coming until I tell you to.” Harry whines in frustration at being denied release.
They are on an impromptu honeymoon. Two weeks after the twins proposed to Draco, Lucius whisks Harry away to Greece for rest and relaxation. They arrived two days ago. Harry would love to say that he went to the beach to work on his tan or tried some delicious Greek food in any of the fine restaurants he has heard about, or even visit a museum and learned about some Greek history. Alas, he cannot; the only thing Harry can claim he has seen so far is: the headboard, the footboard, the beautiful art on the ceiling, the inside and out of the claw foot bathtub and the shower. In just two days, Harry can safely say he knows almost every inch of their luxurious hotel room but nothing beyond their walls.
Harry knows he should say something but how can he when Lucius walks around their hotel sans clothing? If they go outside of their little heaven, Lucius will have to cover up all those wonderful attributes of his that Harry so loves to admire. “Luc, please…I…can’t…” He leans back and grabs hold of Lucius’s thighs, squeezing and grinding down on the cock inside of him. Lucius moans at this new angle. Harry enjoys the response he gets from Lucius and does it again, this time he widens his legs to steady himself then grinds down, rotating his hips. “You like that?” Harry pants.
Instead of answering the question, Lucius grabs his hips, stilling his movements. Harry yelps when Lucius flips him on his back without leaving his body. Lucius gets on his knees and pulls Harry’s arse onto his thighs, allowing his cock to plunge deeper inside of him. Harry cannot stop his moan from escaping. Lucius thrusts inside of him like a wild animal, widening Harry’s legs into the shape of a “V”. Harry’s head is swimming with lust; Lucius’s lack of restraint as he fucks him drives him crazy. Their lovemaking always starts out slow and sensual but it always ends up wild and animalistic. Lucius has his legs by the ankle, assaulting his quivering hole in the most delicious way. “Mine.” Lucius grunts.
Harry grabs onto the headboard to keep him from moving up or banging his head. Harry is happy for silencing charms because their neighbors would be banging on their door daily, not to mention money has its privileges and they are in the penthouse suite. Lucius does not let up on him and Harry meets Lucius thrust for thrust. “Yes, Luc just like that.” Harry says.
“You like that, Baby?” Lucius asks as he thrusts into Harry, hitting his prostate and making him go crazy.
Harry’s only response is a moan.
“I am the only one that can make you feel this way. No one else touches what is mine.” Lucius’s every word is emphasized with a hard thrust of his hips. “Me, Love. Only me.”
“Please Luc, let me cum,” he begs.
“I love how you beg so prettily.” He tells Harry. “Beg some more.” Sweat drenches their bodies and the sheets.
“Please-please, oh please, let me cum.” Harry moves one hand down to touch his cock to bring himself off only to have his hand slapped away.
“No!” Lucius says through clenched teeth, “I told you no one touch what’s mine, that includes you.”
Lucius lets go of Harry’s ankle; they easily fall and rest on those broad shoulders. Lucius grabs hold of Harry’s waist and continues to thrusts harder inside of him. Lucius’s hair hangs wetly in his face. Harry lets go of the headboard; he reaches up and pulls his man down into a kiss, bending himself in half. Harry moans into the kiss, this position gives Lucius better access to his prostate. Harry swears he can feel Lucius’s cock so deep inside him that he can feel it all the way in his throat. Harry cannot take it anymore he needs to come. Before he can pull away from the kiss and beg to cum again, Lucius whispers the magic words against his lips. “Cum for me.”
Harry does not need anymore prompting. Harry comes all over his stomach and his chest. Lucius follows right behind him. His legs slip from Lucius’s shoulders, falling to the bed boneless. Lucius lies on top of him, still buried inside of him; he nuzzles his face into Harry’s neck. Both pant, trying to catch their breath. “You do realize we are going to get stuck together the longer we stay like this?” Harry says him, not really asking a question.
Lucius chuckles and wiggles on top of him, making his still half hard length moved inside of him. “I don’t mind it one bit.” He kisses the side of Harry’s neck then sucks on it, leaving a mark.
“Luc?”
“Yes, Baby?”
“It isn’t that I don’t love exploring every inch of our rooms, because I do, believe me.” He starts off running the tips of his fingers down Lucius’s sweat soaked back, “But I really would like to actually see Greece at some point.” He says to his husband.
Lucius lifts his head to look at Harry, “Are you trying to tell me you are not enjoying the sights?” as he grinds his hips, making Harry moans and licks his lips.
“Oh, I am enjoying the sights tremendously. You are a sight to behold. But I am referring to leaving this room at some point.” Harry says with a chuckle.
“I knew there was something I forgot to tell you. Harry, my Love, we will be here for three weeks.” He says while leaning down to kiss Harry senseless. When the kiss is over Harry’s eyes are clouded. Merlin, the man knows how to turn his mind into mush with merely a kiss. “I plan on keeping you in this bed for the first week. The other two I will let you drag me all around Greece to your heart’s content.” He continues, “Considering we..” before he can say anymore Harry’s stomach growls. Breakfast had been hours ago. They look at each other, laughing at Harry’s rumbling stomach.
After much convincing on Harry’s part with an amazing blowjob, three hours later they exit their hotel room in search of a very late lunch. Lucius had already told Harry that he has a few businesses in Greece, so Harry knows this is not his first time here. Now that they are married, Harry decided to let Lucius handle the Potter and Black fortune. However, he will sign any and all paperwork after careful review. It was one of the stipulations to get Lucius to agree with what Harry wanted. As of now, Harry owns stock in all Malfoy businesses. There is also a separate vault that is set up that can only be accessed by Lucius and Harry; they still keep the Black, Malfoy and Potter vaults separate.
They decide not to sit in a restaurant but to get gyros and drinks as they walk around taking in the sights of the city. Lucius and Harry act completely like the newlyweds they are, like horny teenagers, touching and groping each other. Lucius had told Harry that Narcissa was never one for PDAs so he finds it refreshing that Harry does not mind being touched and kissed in public. How could anyone not want to be touched by this man? thinks Harry. Lucius is smart, handsome, sexy and most of all easy to love. Harry wonders as they walk why it took him so long to notice that the love of his life has always been right there waiting for him. During their walk through the marketplace Harry cannot resist stopping in a few stores and stalls to get souvenirs for Teddy, Draco and the twins. The locals are putting on a street show, so Harry and Lucius decided to stay and watch. Afterwards, they do some more sightseeing, eat dinner then go back to their hotel room, and floo call Draco to check up on Teddy. He is getting so big thinks Harry.
Draco tells them that every time they speak with Teddy he gets a bit sad after he hearing his and Lucius’s voice. Teddy whines, reaching out with his pudgy little hands, trying to get to them. At six almost seven months, Teddy can now get on his knees, rocking back and forth as he tries to push himself of into a crawl, the only thing he has managed to do so far is fall to his belly then roll to his back. Harry melts at the thought of how close Teddy and Lucius have become. There are nights when Harry would roll over to snuggle up to Lucius only to find him gone but he knew exactly where his husband would be: with Teddy, no matter how late in the night it is, Lucius would get up to feed, change or just to spend time with Teddy. Harry hopes one day he can give Lucius more children. Those are his thoughts as he drifts off to sleep: to one day fill the manor with more Potter-Malfoy children. Maybe in the morning he will bring the subject up to Lucius. Another thought that comes to his mind as he drifts off to sleep is how happy he is. Happier than he has ever been in his entire life and he hopes it stays that way.
---Back in London— One Week Later-
-Week 2-
Rita Skeeter, gossip columnist, sorts through her mail, separating the unsatisfied readers from the satisfied ones and the indifferent. Her unsatisfied readers pile is substantially bigger than the other two, those she tends to burn without even reading them. Surprisingly, Rita is starting to care about whether or not her readers value her as a reporter. True, her purpose is to report the news as she sees it and nothing else. What does it matter if she imparted her own opinions rather than being impartial in her work? Her favorite topic since he hit the Wizarding World is Harry Potter, who of late has not been seen in the past few months. Usually Rita would know his every move, her spies at Hogwarts keep her in the loop on his every move. However, since the day of the final battle, Harry Potter has been seen very rarely.
Rita picks up an unusual envelope, this one is thicker than the others. Curious as a cat, she opens it and starts to read. As she reads, her eyes bulge out of her head and a smile forms on her lips. This can only be a gift from the fates to get something this juicy. She thinks to herself. Rita jumps out her seat, runs to her editor’s office and bursts through the door with visible excitement.
“Markem, I’ve got the hottest news! You will want to print now, to run in tonight's edition.” She yells.
“What is it now Skeeter?” Markem asks her.
“I have the juiciest story about our favorite hero and his new so-called husband.” She tells her editor with excitement dancing in her eyes.
“Husband? How did we not know Potter got married? Who is it?” Markem asks.
“Malfoy,” is all Rita says.
“Draco Malfoy?” Markem asks in confusion. “I thought he and the Weasley chit were dating?”
“Not Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy.” Rita says overcome with excitement.
“You are slipping Skeeter, how did you find out this information?” Markem asks her.
Rita thrusts the letter in front of his face, Markem grabs it from her hands and quickly scans the letter, gasping at what he reads. “Are you sure about this? Is this source reliable?”
“Look at the name of who sent it.” Rita tells him.
“This cannot be real.” He says then looks up at Skeeter. “Why would they send something like this?”
Rita shrugs her shoulders, “Either they really hate the Malfoys or what they say is completely true. Either way, we cannot pass up the opportunity to print this.” Rita says gesturing to the letter in his hand.
Markem rubs his pointed chin as he thinks about what to do with this news. “This is what I want you to do. Investigate and do it right this time, Skeeter. No adding your words to make it better. Write exactly what you see and nothing else. If everything that the letter says is true, we will print it.” He tells her, he looks back down at the letter. “I am not fucking with the power of a Black, Malfoy and Potter by spending time in Azkaban if this information is wrong. It is time the Prophet turns over a new leaf and do serious journalism. We need to regain the trust of the people. I don’t care nor do I want to know how you do it but get me the truth.”
Rita smiles, as long as she has been working for Markem and the Prophet, he has yet to figure out her animagus ability. Rita nods her head then leaves his office. She gets on a lift alone; she changes into her beetle form and makes her way to Malfoy Manor to wait for the Aurors. Moreover, this will also gives her the opportunity to watch the so-called family without anyone knowing.
--Malfoy Manor--
Draco runs his fingers through the soft tresses between his legs. With Harry and his father away on their impromptu honeymoon and Teddy down for a nap, Draco and his twins decide to take some time for themselves. It starts out with the three having a picnic in the east side garden, which is a bit further away from the Manor. Draco’s twins take turns feeding, touching and kissing him in all the right places. Draco cannot help the whimper that escapes from his lips when Fred reaches down between his legs and strokes his hard length. Even though they live together, it has been a while since they have been able to explore each other. Fred squeezes his cock while George nibbles on his earlobe. Draco closes his eyes, enjoying the feeling and touch of his men.
“Dragon, there is something Fred and I would like to try with you.” George tells him, driving Draco mad as he places soft kisses on his neck and behind his ear.
“Do you trust us, Love?” Fred asks, rubbing his face on Draco’s clothed cock.
How did they expect him to answer a question with them touching him like that? “We need you to answer, Love.” All Draco can do is nod his head in response. Draco is on edge as Fred starts to unbutton his pants, sliding them down his slender hips and slowly revealing his hard cock. Draco leans back into George’s embrace, who starts to unbutton his shirt. George opens Draco’s shirt, exposing his skin to the cool summer air; his nipples pebble as soon as the air touches them. Fred finishes taking his pants off, leaving Draco completely exposed. Fred nuzzles his face in Draco’s exposed groin, then licks and bites his way down to his balls, taking one into his mouth.
Draco’s body is on fire inside and out; his twins know how to touch him. They know how to make his body beg and scream without him making a sound. They know how to play his body like a violin. George moves one of his hands down to grip Draco’s cock, pumping it slowly, while the other moves his head back and steals a kiss. Draco screams into the kiss when Fred moves his lips from his balls and swirls his tongue around the head of his cock and laps up his pre-ejaculation. Georg does not let go of his cock and with every pump Fred follows by deep throat Draco, driving him wild with need. He wants or rather, he needs cum to stop the burning inferno inside of him. Just as he is about to, George lets go of his cock. Fred pulls his lips off, making a popping sound. Draco gives a strangled whine of distress, as if to ask why.
“Not yet, Love,” George, says answering his unasked question.
“Ple--please I need you. Need you both so bad,” he stutters out.
“You have us, Love. But we need you to be patient until I am in you,” Fred tells him as he places tiny kisses on the inside of Draco’s thighs. “And you in George.”
Draco gasps and turns suddenly to look at George only to see to sincerity of Fred’s words. In all of their trysts together, Draco has never made love to George the way he wants to. George has taken him but he has never taken George. “Are you sure?” He asks George.
George reaches up and cups Draco’s cheek and rubs his thumb on his bottom lip. “I love you, Dragon, I want to give everything I am to you. No holding back, we are all equals in this relationship. Fred and I will never be intimate with each other. But I want you to know you are not just Fred’s equal but mine also.” George tells with love shining in those chocolate eyes Draco loved so much. “I am ready for you.”
Draco reaches up and pulls George into a passionate kiss. Fred slips a hand between them and starts to unbutton George’s shirt. Draco pulls back, leaving only a hair’s breadth between their lips. “I have dreamed of being inside you so many times, I promise to be gentle.” Draco gives him a chaste kiss, “Thank you for trusting me.”
Draco helps Fred undress George and lays him down on the blanket beneath them. “Just relax.” Draco’s voice is heavy with arousal; he knows his breath is coming out in pants. He has waited so long to be inside of his love, he wants to make this good for him. George slowly lies down as he lets Draco and Fred undress him completely. This is a defining moment in their relationship. All three are dominant in their own life but in their relationship, George is the most dominant.
Draco places gentle kisses on George’s lips, cheeks, strong chiseled jaw, moving down to his nipples teasing, biting and licking to ease the pain. It feels so good to Draco to have George writhing and moaning underneath him. Draco lays his body completely on the blanket and makes sure that he is in the perfect position to suck on George’s glorious cock. Draco gasps and closes his eyes as he is taken by surprise when Fred opens his arse cheeks and licks his quivering hole. Draco lifts his hips just a bit more to give Fred better access; he loves the feeling of Fred’s tongue just as much as he loves his cock inside on him. The Ministry should declare the things his man can do with his wicked tongue illegal.
Draco feels a hand tighten in his hair; he opens his eyes to see George staring at him, pleading with him. Feeling a bit adventurous, Draco swallows George’s hot erection whole, drawing a scream from him. This goes on for the next few minutes, maybe hours; Draco is not sure, the only thing that can be heard are moans, groans and whimpers as the men pleasure each other. Draco feels Fred use one then two fingers to open and stretch his hole, never taking his mouth away. Knowing this is George’s first time, Draco wants him to focus on pleasure and not pain. Without taking his lips off George’s cock, he feels around for something to ease the way. He could have used a lubrication charm but Draco likes the pleasure of opening up his love with his own fingers.
Draco’s hands touch the tube of lube just as one of Fred’s fingers hit his prostate, causing him to moan and sending the vibrations through George’s cock. George thrusts his hips up, sending his cock deeper into Draco’s mouth. Draco is not sure how much more of this he can take, he needs to feel Fred inside of him now just as much as he needs to be inside George. Taking his lips away from George’s cock, “I need you to--” Draco moans as Fred slides in another finger inside of him. Merlin, the man knows how to steal his breath away and wipe every thought from his mind. It is as if George understands because he goes to his hands and knees.
“Fred,” Draco moans his name. “I need,” Oh Merlin, does he need. Fred stops his assault on Draco’s prostate and arse; he sits up placing kisses on his spine and neck. Draco goes to his knees, reaching up with one hand to run his fingers in Fred’s hair, turning his head to place gentle kisses on his neck and jaw.
Draco turns his to focus on George, and watches his love pull on his hard cock. Draco reaches around and slaps George’s hand away. “Mine,” he tells him. “Mine to touch, mine to play with.” George moans at Draco’s possessiveness. Draco uses his other hand to open George up, starting with one, two then three fingers. Draco never knew his dominant partner could be such a needy bottom, the way he is pushing and grinding his hips onto his fingers. He is about to use a fourth when George yells, “Enough, in me now, I need you now.”
“He is ready, Love. Make him scream your name the way I’m going to make you beg me to let you cum.” Fred whispers in his ear. Fred reaches around and takes Draco’s cock in his hand then positions it to George lube slicked arse. Draco squirts more lube on his cock then slowly enters George. Draco cannot describe the feeling of his lover’s arse fitting around his cock like a fucking glove. Draco runs his hands on the small of George’s back to help ease the ache as he enters. Draco stops moving when he bottoms out in his love’s arse, so the he can adjust to the feeling of Draco’s cock. Fred pulls apart Draco’s arse cheeks then positions himself at Draco’s waiting hole and enters in one swift move, which makes Draco push forward into George.
All three men moan at the feeling. Draco reaches around with one hand and squeezes Fred’s arse cheek. With Draco in the middle, he is able to control the pace of their lovemaking. Draco moves his hips slowly inside of George, and pulls on the cock slowly inside of him. Draco is in heaven, fucking and being fucked at the same time, what more can a wizard ask for? They keep the slow pace for a while, Draco fucking George slowly as Fred does the same to him, until Fred reposition his hips and hits Draco’s prostate. “Oh Merlin, do that again,” Draco tells Fred.
“Do what, this?” Fred says as he hits Draco’s prostate over and over again. Each time Fred hits his prostate Draco fucks into George harder.
“Oh Merlin, Draco, please I need to cum. You feel so good inside of me, better than I imagined.” George begs him. Draco grabs on to George’s hips with both hands and begins to piston his hips, while Fred does the same to him. Their coordinated rhythm stutters as Draco quickens his pace, thrusting into George faster and faster. Within seconds, George yells out Draco’s name as he comes on the blanket in front of him without Draco touching his cock.
“That’s it, Love, cum on my cock. Squeeze me, fucking milk me.” Draco tells him. George does just that, squeezing Draco’s cock and making him cum. Draco clamps on to the cock in his arse as he comes inside George, seconds later Fred yells Draco’s name, spilling his seed and coating his insides. Three bodies fall on their sides, panting and still attached to each other. Whispered words of I love you’s and kisses can be heard as each man drifts off to sleep.
They are so caught up in each other that none of the men notice the little beetle resting on the leaf above their heads who had been watching their lovemaking. Or a blanket is now covering their naked bodies. The beetle gets up and flies away, heading to a dark corner to transform back, gasping as she does. “Oh Morgana and Merlin. Malfoy and Weasley’s together. That was so fucking hot.” She says out loud, fanning herself. This complicates things she thinks to herself. I wonder if the senders of today’s letter know of this relationship? Maybe someone should inform them. Rita turns back into her beetle animagus form then sets off to the Burrow; snooping is always her favorite thing to do before she writes a column.
--Weasley Burrow--
Rita lands on a windowsill, finally at the Burrow. Sometimes being so small has its disadvantages. Then again, the advantages are so lucrative for a reporter like herself, now as she listens in on the conversation between mother and daughter.
“Mom, do you think they believe us?”
“I don’t see why not. Your father certainly believes you. He has always considered Harry one of his son’s.”
“Mom, you cannot go by Dad’s reaction, he believes just about anything we tell him. Why did you marry such a gullible fool anyway?”
Rita cannot believe what she is hearing, “Back in the day, Arthur was strapping, handsome and rich. Quite like Harry is now.”
Molly’s right Rita thinks to herself. I remember a time when I had a bit of a crush on Arthur Weasley myself. He had a full head of hair, and a body to die for, a mixture between his son’s Bill and Charlie. The Weasley’s were a prominent wealthy family, not as wealthy as the Black’s, Malfoy’s or the the Potter’s but wealthy nonetheless. That was until Molly Prewett got her claws into him. No one knew how she did it. As far as everyone knew he hated her guts. Many suspected she gave him a love potion because one week he was cursing her and the next they were married. Arthur’s father Septimus was livid when he heard the news. Septimus tried to force Arthur to annul the marriage because it was still in the early stages. But Arthur refused, so Septimus placed a curse on their vaults. Until Molly dies or Arthur divorces her, they and their descendants will live the life of paupers and Arthur will not be entitled to the Weasley inheritance. Septimus took it one step further and kicked them out of Weasley Manor. Everyone believed that Molly and Arthur must really have been in love to give up so much and to live on so little. But I have always believed there was something more going on.
“Then what happened? Where is all the riches? Why do we live in this hovel?” Rita hears Ginny ask, interrupting her thoughts.
“Your blasted grandfather Weasley cursed his own son. Septimus suspected I married your father for his money, which of course I did. I trapped him by drugging him and getting pregnant with Bill, forcing him to marry me. You see Ginny dear,” Molly says with a sigh. “Arthur was in love with someone else. No one knew who it was and I refused to let all that wealth go to someone else.” Molly sighed. “I know over the years we have told you children that we were in love since Hogwarts but the truth is Arthur could not stand me. He hated my guts and if I stop feeding him love potion #9, a potion stronger than amortentia because it requires my tears, Arthur would come to realize that he does not love me.”
Oh Merlin this is bigger than just Harry Potter.
“Will you teach me how to make that potion? I’m sure I am going to need it when I try to get Harry to love me, just in case Malfoy does not go to Azkaban.”
“Of course Ginny dear, I will teach you everything I know. I will also teach you the potion that will kill him once you marry him. I am still looking for a clause in that curse your grandfather placed on the Weasley vaults before I kill your father. Can you picture it Ginny? We finally move out of this hovel living in Black, Potter, or Weasley Manor. Finally getting what we deserve.”
“Yes, Mom,” Ginny says with a dreamy tone in her voice. “But I am not sure I want to kill Harry as soon as we marry. He does have a gorgeous body and what woman would not want to take advantage of that? Plus, he is the savior of the Wizarding world; it would not look right if he died suddenly when even the greatest Dark Lord in history could not kill him.”
“You are absolutely right, Ginny dear. We will just bide our time and when you are ready we will kill him together. But first let’s work on getting that Death Eater Malfoy out of the way and that little bastard they have together.”
“Our other problem is the brat. When did Harry have time to have a child?” Ginny says out loud.
“I’m not sure but we can’t kill the child unfortunately. Maybe you can blood adopt him and this way he will be yours and Harry’s child.”
“We will see, Mom. At this point, my focus is getting Harry away from Lucius Malfoy’s grasp.”
Rita Skeeter is stunned for the first time in her gossiping life. In all of her years of listening to conversations between corrupt politicians and cheating spouses, this is the first time Rita does not know what she should do. What started out, as a story on Harry Potter is now a story of intrigue and possibly murder? She will definitely report what she heard in her column but when is the question. She needs to time it right to get her the highest recognition possible. However, that will have to wait until all the facts are in. Listening to this conversation, Rita thinks, put together these women are more evil than Voldemort, well maybe that’s taking it a bit too far but they are still evil. Formulating an idea, Rita flies away and transforms into her human form, letting her presence known by breaching the wards of the Burrow. Rita walks up to the door, prepared for what is to come when it opens for her.
“Rita Skeeter, how nice to see you.” Molly Weasley says, but her eyes are clearly saying otherwise.
“Hello, Mrs. Weasley, do you mind if I come in?”
“Why yes my dear, would you like some tea?”
“No, that is alright, I am not staying long. I just wanted to ask a few question regarding the relationship between your sons Fred and George and Draco Malfoy.” Rita can tell this is a complete shock to Molly from the way her eyes bug out of her head. “You see it poses a problem for the rape accusation if your twins are involved with the son of the man who supposedly raped the savior of the Wizarding world. Why would they live at Malfoy Manor with Harry Potter’s rapist and son?”
“Where did you hear such lies? No Weasley in their right mind would involve themselves with the Malfoy’s. Especially my boys, we taught them better than that. That young Malfoy must have slipped them a love potion!”
You would know all about love potions, wouldn’t you? Questions Rita, “From all that I have witnessed, your twins appear to be quite smitten with young Malfoy.” and scorching hot together but she will keep that to herself. “Mrs. Weasley, my editor gave me strict orders to investigate your letter. He wants to make sure that what we print in the Prophet is the absolute truth, especially when it involves the Boy-Who-Lived-Twice, even more so if he is involved with that Malfoy. My editor and I plan to keep our arses out of Azkaban.”
Rita can tell Molly was fuming on the inside; however, she remains cool, calm and collected on the outside. Gathering her notes, Rita sets out to leave and stops at the door then drops one last bomb. “If I am not mistaken, Mrs. Weasley when I saw the trio, they were wearing silver bands on their fingers. Could they have gotten married or engaged and not informed the family, and here I thought the Weasley family was a close knit clan?” With that she exits the Burrow to set out for her office, she has a story to write. Rita Skeeter is turning over a new leaf of sorts. She will still ruin lives with her columns, no doubt about that but she will only print the truth and nothing but the truth so help her Merlin.
--Greece--Week 3--
Lucius is at his desk in the hotel, going over his latest business acquisition. Although he is on his honeymoon with the man he loves, business is never too far from his mind. Now that he has a husband and a new son, building up the Malfoy empire is paramount.
Lucius is a bit worried, tonight he plans to show Harry a part of himself he has kept hidden for far too long. Harry has joked around with the idea of Lucius putting a collar on him, if Harry only knew how much Lucius wants that, how much he wants to see Harry wearing his collar. Lucius Malfoy is a Dominant, not just any Dominant but a Master in the BDSM world. While some men play at being a Dom, Lucius is a Dominant in every sense of the word. Subs over the world know his name and his expertise with a flogger and a whip. Men and women fall at his feet every chance they get, begging for him to take them as his Submissive. How ironic that for years he, himself, fell at the feet of a maniacal man but that was something he had no control over, not until he found a way out of it. Falling in love with Harry made that happen.
Tonight, he is taking Harry to a BDSM club he is part owner of with his cousin Hugo Dimitris Malfoy. The club is called D&L Inferno. Hugo is also a Master; they both trained under the same man Israel Pierce. Izzy as he likes to be called by other Dom’s was a hard taskmaster. Izzy felt that in order to become a great Master in wielding a whip you had to experience the life of a Submissive yourself. Lucius and Hugo spent two years under Izzy’s tutelage and now feel as if they are better Masters because of it. Over the years, Lucius has taken Submissives but no one permanent; he hopes to change that with Harry. Lucius hopes that Harry will be able to embrace this side of him but if not he will turn his back to the BDSM lifestyle, just to keep the man he loves.
Harry walks into the room dressed in a pair of black leather pants and a green silk shirt. His hair now tamable is pulled back from his face, showing off his scar and his arresting green eyes. Lucius’s attention is drawn to his arse when Harry bends over to put on his boots. Lucius really hopes Harry will take to the BDSM lifestyle. Harry told him stories of how he was abused growing up; the abuse was thankfully not physical but no less painful.. Lucius hopes that he is able to show his love that in the BDSM world, it is not about torture or abuse but about pleasure. The pleasure a Dom can give to a Submissive is not something easy to explain. Lucius hopes that he can stress the fact that all cases the Sub are the one in control. Control to say when to start, to slow down and most of all when to stop.
“Luc, Luc, are you going to answer my question?”
Lucius is brought out of his thoughts; he looks up from staring at Harry’s arse to realize Harry is staring right back at him. “What?” he asks, a bit confused.
“I said are you going to tell me exactly where we are going?” Harry says as he walks over to him, pushing him back from the desk then straddling and sitting on his lap. There is something different about Harry tonight. His hips seem a bit wider, his face looks a bit fuller and for some reason he is glowing. Lucius loses his train of thought with Harry sitting on his lap, and running his hands across his chest, tweaking his nipples. “You are not paying attention to me, Love. Is there something the matter? You seem deep in thought.”
Lucius reaches up, taking Harry’s hands then placing gentle kisses on his fingertips and looks into his eyes. “There is nothing the matter, I was thinking that tonight will be a different pace from all the other nights. I have not been to this establishment in a very long time even though I am part owner.” Lucius sighs, “I want to share everything myself with you, Baby, show you a part of myself that I have kept hidden from everyone, even Draco. Narcissa never knew the real me, but I want you to. I do not want to hide myself from you.”
Harry realizes that whatever it is that Lucius wants to tell him tonight, has him on edge. Harry feels the need to reassure his husband that he has nothing to worry about. “Whatever it is you want to show me will not make me love you any less.” Harry tells him. “With you, I have finally found love.”
“I hope you still feel the same way after tonight, my Love.” Lucius taps Harry’s hips signaling him to stand up. Lucius walks over to the bed, grabs his shirt and puts it on. Lucius decides that tonight there is no need for jackets. Foregoing his cane, Lucius makes sure his wand is in its holster. Stretching his hand out for Harry to take it and then they are off.
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They appear in front of a restaurant with two doormen standing on either side. When they see Lucius and Harry, they immediately rush to open the doors. “Master Lucius.” They say together, bowing their heads slightly as he and Lucius walk through the doors. When they get inside the hostess sees them and immediately rushes over to them. D&L Inferno has two clubs and two restaurants inside of it. One set caters to the more vanilla lifestyle and the other caters to those who lived a BDSM lifestyle. Hugo manages and operates the club, sending Lucius updates every week. Lucius wonders if he subconsciously chose Greece as their honeymoon destination for the simple fact that he wanted to introduce Harry to this side of himself.
“Master Lucius, we received your owl; your private table is ready.” The hostess informs him.
“Thank you, Maria.”
“Also, Master Hugo said to inform you that everything is ready for tonight.”
“Very well, lead the way.”
Harry finds the conversation a bit confusing. The fact that they call Lucius Master instead of Lord Malfoy peaks his interest right away. Harry’s not sure what is going to happen tonight but he trusts Lucius. They follow Maria up a winding stairs that leads to another restaurant. When they enter the double doors Harry is impressed at the elegance of what he sees. The tables are separated by thick drapes to give the diners privacy if they required it. All are closed but one. Harry is able to see inside, two men sitting on their knees on pillows, while another is feeding them. That stops him in his tracks. The men sitting on the cushions are dressed in leather pants and no shirts. Thick leather collars are around their necks attached to a leashes lying on the floor. In contrast, the man feeding them is completely dressed. What is this place Lucius brought me to Harry wonders. The man feeding the two men looks up and sees Harry standing there looking at them and stares back at him hard as if he has broken a cardinal rule. He bends and whispers something to the man closest to the drapes, who gets up and closes them.
Lucius must have realized that Harry is not walking beside him because he comes back to stand beside Harry, “Babe, what’s wrong?”
How can Harry explain to Lucius the things he has just seen, “Nothing,” he whispers. He then looks up at Lucius who has a worried look on his face. “Really, it’s nothing.”
“If you are sure, come on, let’s sit down and enjoy a nice dinner before we go dancing.” He says with a smile. Harry nods his head in agreement. He has to admit what he saw seemed a bit intimate between the three men. Harry’s curiosity is peaked and he wonders if that is what is hidden behind the rest of the closed drapes. They finally get to their table, where the hostess stands patiently waiting for them. Inside is lit with candles all around. It is decorated in Slytherin green and silver with a touch of black. To Harry’s relief there are no cushions on the floor beside the table or on the booth seat.
“Master Lucius, I hope this is to your liking?”
Lucius inspects their table and its surroundings, nodding his head. “It is Maria, thank you.”
“Very well, your server tonight is Alejandro.” She hesitates for a bit and glance at Harry before continuing. “When he heard you would be in tonight, he specifically requested to be your server.” She tells Lucius as she looks at Harry.
Lucius seems nonplussed that a server wants to serve him specifically. Harry is also very confused that the hostess keeps referring to Lucius as Master and not Lord Malfoy. “Thank you Maria, that will be all.” Lucius says dismissing her.
She leaves and closes the drapes without being told to do so. Harry is about to ask Lucius why Maria and the two guards refer to him as Master Lucius when the drapes open up to reveal a handsome young man, who Harry can only describe as a twink, and seems to only have eyes for Lucius. The man ignores Harry, as if he isn’t even there. “Master Luc, it is so good to see you again.” Harry can hear the purr in the server’s tone.
Luc, what the fuck? Harry yells in his head. I am the only one that refers to Lucius as Luc. Instead of correcting the little twink, Lucius speaks to him normally. “Alejandro, how good to see you again.”
Harry can only describe Alejandro body type as that of a twink, he is not muscular or not as muscular as Harry is. He is a bit taller than Harry and has dark hair and hazel eyes. The little twink as Harry refers to him, smiles as if Lucius has just given him one thousand galleons, “You as well, Master Luc,” little twink purrs. Yup he definitely purred while he ran his hands down Lucius’s shoulder. “Is there anything you would like to start with tonight, a spanking perhaps?” As if pretending, he did not say that Alejandro continues, “I mean a drink perhaps.”
Harry is not looking at Lucius to see how he is reacting to Alejandro’s attention. He needs to get to the bottom of this before he hex someone. “Excuse me!” Harry says loudly getting Lucius and little twink’s attention. “If you would not mind, I need to speak with Luc,” Harry says emphasizing the Luc in Lucius’s name, “for a minute.” Little twink has the gall to look offended that Harry interrupted whatever he was doing to get Lucius’s attention. Then he has the nerve to look back at Lucius for his approval.
“Alejandro, please bring us a bottle of house wine and to start bruschetta, prosciutto e melone and battered sauteed artichoke and some of the chef’s fresh baked bread.”
“Anything you desire, Master Luc.” Alejandro turns and scowls at Harry before leaving he and Lucius alone.
Harry is boiling with rage. “How dare you sit there and let that little twink flirt with you while I am sitting here! The fact that you let him touch you, makes me see red. And he called you Luc. I am the only one that calls you that! And why the fuck is everyone calling you Master Luc?” Harry yells firing question after question. This is not how he saw their night starting out. Dinner some dancing then back to their hotel to make love. “Answer me, Lucius.”
“Harry, it is not what it looks like.”
“Really?” Harry says sarcastically.
“Just a few weeks ago you went crazy with jealousy that Draco and I were going out on a date. But another man touching you is not what it looks like? Sell that bullshit to someone who has no common sense.” Harry is so disappointed; he does not want to hear what Lucius has to say, gets up from the table and walks out of the restaurant. He hears Lucius calling his name but he refuses to stop and listen to his answer. How can Lucus do that to him? Tears well in his eyes but he refuses to let them fall, he is not weak and he will not cry over this. Maybe he overreacted? But the fact that Lucius did not put the fucking little twink in his place made jealousy burn inside of Harry.
Harry is not sure where he is exactly, he thought as he made his way back downstairs to the entrance of the restaurant, however, it seems he is in another part. How big is this building? “Sir, can I help you?” a female voice asks, with concern in her voice.
Harry looks at the person expecting to see Maria. He clears his throat. “Yes, I was wondering if you can show me to the exit?”
“Why certainly, sir. If you will follow me this way.”
Harry nods his head as he and whom he guesses is the hostess. They wind their way through the restaurant. He finds it a bit suspicious as they exit the restaurant into a club. Harry summarizes that there are silencing charms all over the building because as soon as you enter the music hits you. People are dancing and drinking, there are all types of couples: men with men, women with men and women with women; there are even a few threesomes crushed together on the dance floor. This is what he wanted tonight with Lucius but the man had to go and fuck that up by letting the little twink flirt with him and not addressing it.
He is so intrigued by all the couples dancing; he does not realize they have entered another club. Not until he realizes men and women are sitting on the floor at another person’s feet. Collars around their necks, nipples pierced, if Harry is not mistaken there is a man getting his arse spanked by a woman. And that is when it hits him, why did he not see it before? Lucius brought him to a BDSM restaurant and club. Could Lucus be into the BDSM lifestyle? Lucius has made mention of spanking him and even collaring him but Harry thought that was all in jest, wasn’t it? Harry is not sure how he feels about that.
Harry and the hostess whose name he does not know, stops in front of a closed door with a snake design on the front. Harry is sure that they are not at the exit, why didn’t he just disapparate out of there? Curiosity killed the cat is the answer he got back.
“Here we are sir.”
“This is not the exit!” Harry snaps at her.
“I am well aware of that sir, but this is where Master Lucius wants you to wait for him.”
“Why do you call him Master?”
“Because that is what and who he is. Have a good night sir.” She says to him before she walks away.
Harry takes a hesitant step into the room, he is expecting to see Lucius but he is not there. Harry looks around he sees a wall to ceiling mirror in front of a plush burgundy chair, giant standing candles light the room. Harry feels outside his element, he tentatively sits down in the chair. A moment later, the room suddenly goes dark and light from the other side of the mirror appears. In front of Harry on what looks like a cross standing on a stage is Alejandro, the little twink server is tied to the cross. A silk green scarf covers the little twink’s eyes; he is also naked from the waist up. Harry is about to rush out and save the guy even though he hates him at the moment. But his hero complex kicks in and the only thing he can think of is that he has to try and save the guy. Harry stops in his tracks when Lucius walks up behind the Alejandro and stands behind him. As if knowing that Harry is behind the mirrors he lifts his head and stares directly through it. Harry feels as if Lucius is staring right into his very soul.
Even angry Harry cannot help but admire his husband’s body and his dominating presence. Lucius’s black silk shirt is open, showing off his hairless chest and ripped abs, his hair is loose he had taken it down from the tie that held it when they arrived earlier. He is wearing leather gloves that look to be the same material as his pants. Around Lucius’s shoulders hangs a black leather flogger. Lucius walks closer to Alejandro and whispers something in his ear. Alejandro nods his head yes. At this point Harry goes from concern for the little twink to anger and dare he say it out loud, jealousy. First the twink flirts with his husband and now his husband is touching said twink in a intimate manner, in front of others, it feels as if Lucius has disregarded Harry’s feelings completely.
Lucius steps back from Alejandro reach up and slowly pull the flogger off his shoulder. He tests the strength by pulling on it then swinging in the air. Harry notice that Alejandro jumps from what Harry can only guess is the sound of the flogger. Harry is at a disadvantage because he can only see what is happening, he cannot hear the sounds coming from the other side. Lucius apparently likes the feel and strength flogger. He stands a bit further from Alejandro, lifting his hand and lets the flogger land on the little twink shoulder giving him three quick lashes back to back.
Harry expects Alejandro to scream or try to get away but from the shape of his mouth and the way he seems to be breathing, Harry can only summarize that the little twink is enjoying it. Harry looks from the little twink to Lucius, to see only determination on his husband’s face. Is Lucius trying to prove something to me? Harry wonders. Harry’s still not sure what to think or how to feel, other than anger or jealousy. He feels there is something else he needs to understand about what is happening right in front of him.

Harry watches the scene and his mind goes back to all the times he and Luc made love. From the very beginning Lucius told him he likes to be in control. Harry just thought that it was only when they are in bed together. But he realizes it is every aspect of their life together. Merlin, he is an idiot, all this time Lucius was showing bits and pieces of himself but he was too busy being happy to pay attention. Lucius controlled everything from where they ate, what they did together, and what he wore, and the list goes on and on.
Harry realizes he has been giving up control to Lucius, he should be angry with himself but he is not. This is what he wants, maybe even needs. Subconsciously, he is becoming the Submissive to Lucius’s Dominant side. The only thing Harry has control over is the way he and Lucius raise Teddy. Harry also realizes that this is what Lucius has been afraid to show him. The question that remains to be answered is if Harry is ready to fully embrace the Submissive inside of him.
Harry’s mind comes back to focus when Lucius stops flogging Alejandro and walks closer to him. Lucius removes the blindfold; Alejandro’s face is turned at just the right angle so that Harry can see more of his face. And that is when Harry sees it. Alejandro’s eyes are fully blown and unfocused; it is as if he is in another world and the only thing he is experiencing is the pleasure of Lucius flogging Alejandro again; this time it seems as if the strokes are getting harder and harder. Not realizing what is going on, Harry reaches up and palms his growing erection. The sight of his dominant husband flogging another man turns him on, why I am not angry? he questions himself. What would it be like to be in Alejandro’s position? Harry closed his eyes and imagines himself in Alejandro’s position.
Lucius standing behind, shirt off, leather pants unbuttoned. Harry can feel the heat of Lucius’s skin on his back as his husband whispers naughty things in his ear. “I’m going to paddle your arse red. Then I am going to open you up with the biggest plug I can find and watch you as I use it to fuck you, bringing you to the edge before I fuck you thoroughly. And when you are about to cum without my permission, I will paddle your arse once more. Then slip my hard cock inside of you and fuck you until we both cum from exhaustion.
Harry cannot take it anymore; he quickly opens his pants, opening his eyes to watch as his husband flogs another man. Harry’s anger is still present but right now he is too turned on at the prospect of Lucius doing the same thing to him to bothered by his anger. Harry pulls on his hard cock roughly, swiftly bringing himself over the edge and cuming in his hands just as Alejandro cums in his pants. Harry watches as Lucius drops the flogger, takes off the leather gloves and says something to another person.
Lucius stands there and stares right at Harry through the two-way mirror, pleading with his eyes for Harry to understand that this is the real Lucius Malfoy. The part of him that he has kept hidden from everyone and he does not want to hide it from the one man he truly loves. Harry can also see that Lucius is trying to say that he is sorry what happened earlier and that it should not have happened. Harry still has his hand around his cock, yet cannot help but to stare at his husband finally understanding what he just has just seen. Punishment. Lucius has just punished Alejandro for upsetting Harry.
A few seconds later another man who looks like Lucius’s twin steps up on stage and stands beside him. The starling difference between the two is the hair; the other man has dark, almost black short-cropped hair. The Lucius look-alike rushes to the cross, unties Alejandro, taking him in his arms and leaving the stage. Harry hurries and cleans himself up, tucking his cock back into his pants. He needs to find the exit and get the hell out of there; he needs time to think process what he just saw and did. Harry does not see when Lucius leaves the stage, nor does he hear the door open when Lucius walks through it.
He is startled when Lucius barks out, “The next time you walk away from an argument I will paddle your arse to the point you will not be able to sit for a week. Is that understood?”
Harry jumps and turns in the chair to see his husband standing at the door, his shirt is still unbuttoned, the fastening on his leather pants is now open and his cock is hard and straining against the cloth. There in all his glory stands the man he fell in love with. “And the next time you let that little twink or anyone other than me touch and call you Luc I will show you exactly how I was able to defeat Voldemort.” Harry tells him as he gets up from his chair.
Harry expects Lucius to say something sarcastic or reprimand him for his cheek, but instead he smiles and walks over to stand in front of Harry. Lucius does not make a move to touch him and neither does Harry, “I find your jealousy refreshing.” Lucius whispers.
Harry feels dizzy at having Lucius stand so close to him; he licks his lips, “You will not find it so refreshing when I kill the next person who dares to touch what I consider mine!”
Lucius eyes widen at what Harry just blurted out. “Are you laying claim, my little Submissive?”
“We have a lot to talk about, but to answer your question, yes. I am yours just as much as you are mine.” Lucius reaches up and gently grabs him by his neck then pulls him into a heated kiss. Harry does not protest, he goes into the kiss willingly. The things Lucius does to his mind, soul, and now his body, keeps him in a constant state of arousal. Their kiss lasts a little longer than Harry expects. Lucius moves his hands down, grabbing his thighs and hoisting Harry’s legs around his waist. Harry does not realize they are moving until his back hits the two-way mirror with a thud. Sex does not solve everything but right now Harry needs to feel Lucius inside of him like it is his last breath. Harry’s shirt is ripped from his body without Lucius even breaking their kiss. Harry hisses at the feeling of the cold glass on his back. Harry tightens his legs around Lucius’s hips, crossing his feet at the ankle. Lucius roughly pulls away from his lips, moving his hands from Harry’s thighs to grab his wrists and holds them above his head.
Lucius’s breaths come out in pants as he speaks, “Do you know what I was thinking about while I was punishing Alejandro?”
Lucius tightens his grip on Harry’s wrists as he brings the other down to Harry’s throat, squeezing it but not cutting off his circulation. Harry shakes his head no the best he can, “No, my little Submissive? Then let me tell you. I was thinking about tying you to the spanking bench I have at home in the playroom, and reddening your arse. I told you once that I would spank your arse red and sink into it, I think tonight I will prove to you just exactly what I mean.”
Harry whimpers and starts to grind his erection onto Lucius’s mirrored hardness. Lucius tightens his hold on Harry’s neck, and Harry thinks to himself, I know that this is going to leave marks on my neck but I do not care. Who knew that I have a kinky side? “On no, my little Submissive, you do not get to grind your cock on mine, I am not even sure if I am going to give you permission to cum after your little stunt tonight.”
Harry whines at the thought of Lucius controlling when he comes. Harry wants to beg Lucius to relieve the ache in his cock. “You are mine now Harry, not just as my husband but as my Submissive. Mine to spank, mine to fuck anywhere and anyway I want to.” To prove his point Lucius grinds his erection into Harry’s. “Mine to do with as I please.” All Harry can do is whimper. “Choose two words for me, Baby. A word that will tell me to stop and I will stop when you say that word and the other to tell me when to slow down.”
What the fuck! Lucius is expecting him to think when his brain is overloaded by lust? Harry opens the eyes he does not even remember closing and looks right into Lucius’s grey eyes. “Silver to slow down and red to stop.” he whispers.
“I did not hear you, Love,”
“Silver to slow and red to stop.” Harry moans. “But please don’t stop.” Lucius is driving him crazy with everything he is doing to him. How can one man have so much power over his body?
Lucius bends down and presses his lips to Harry’s ear, “I have no intention of stopping. But feel free to stay the words silver or red whenever you feel I have gone too far. Those are your safewords.”
Harry nods his head in understanding, but right now all he cares about is his husband relieving the fire inside of him. Harry closes his eyes, leans his head back against the mirror as Lucius removes his hand from his neck. Lucius then moves his hand from Harry’s wrist placing both hands on his thighs. “Put your legs down, and turn around facing the mirror.” Harry does as he is told. Lucius reaches around to unbutton Harry’s pants and pushes them down to his booted ankles. “Put your hands on the mirror, stand with your legs apart and stick your arse out. Tonight you will receive your first punishment as my Submissive.”
Harry gasps at the thought of being punished for his earlier cheek. “In this world and in my life, Harry.” Lucius says close to his ear then nips at Harry’s earlobe. “I am a Dominant; most men play or dabble in a BDSM lifestyle but I live it 24/7.” He continues as he place his hot palms on Harry’s arse cheeks. “I get off on submission.” He whispers, “On your submission.” Lucius place gentle kisses on Harry’s neck and shoulders. He grips his hips and pulls his naked arse into his crotch and grinds his hard cock teasingly in between Harry’s arse cheeks. Harry closes his eyes and shudders at the soft feel of Lucius’s leather covered cock. “I know that you understand what is happening here, my Love. I own you mind, body and soul.”
Harry whimpers as Lucius steps away from him, “Now, I am going to give you your first punishment. I think ten spankings is a good start. Five for running away from an argument and five for your cheekiness.” As he speaks Lucius caresses Harry’s arse cheeks with his palm. How does Lucius expects him to concentrate when all Harry can think about his having the man inside of him, quenching his thirst. “I want you to count each spankings with a Sir at the end. Do you understand me, my Love?”
Harry does not answer quickly enough, so Lucius slaps him on his arse to get his attention. “Answer me, Baby.”
Harry nods his head quickly, “Yes Sir, I understand.” He pants out.
“Very well, we shall begin. Remember if it gets too much for you, use your safewords.”
This time Harry answers, “Yes Sir.”
Harry expects Lucius to start out with hard, heavy slaps but the first one is gentle, “One Sir.” Lucius does the same to his other cheek. “Two Sir.”
“Good my little Submissive, you are doing very well for your first time.” Lucius rasps.
On the third and fourth slap, they become a bit harder. This continues with Harry counting out his spankings. By the eighth one he realizes his arse is stinging; the spankings are getting harder and coming a lot faster. Harry begins to feel an odd change within himself, an unexpected calmness overcomes him. His magic does not feel out of control or wild; he feels centered for the first time in maybe forever. He also feels a closer bond with Lucius. He feels as if his mind is in a separate space and time. Harry does not feel the tears falling from his eyes.
It is only when Lucius stops spanking him to wipe them away before giving the last two strokes, that Harry notices. When Lucius is finished with Harry’s punishment, he lovingly wipes the tears from from his Submissive’s eyes. “You respond and submit so beautifully.” The hands on his skin makes his body burns. “Your arse is red just the way I like it. You are the one I have waited my whole life for.”
“Please,” Harry cries.
“What do you need my beautiful Baby?”
“Please make the burning stop.” He begs Lucius.
“Shhh,” Lucius soothes him.
Harry still feels as if his body is not his own. Harry feels as if he is in a different time and place, he is not even aware of the lubrication charm. He is only aware of his Lucius entering him slowly, inch by aching so good inch. Harry wants to cum just from having Lucius inside of him. Yet, it seems as if the man knows Harry’s desperation because he reaches around and grabs Harry’s cock, squeezing it at the base to stop him from coming. The feeling of Lucius’s hips pressing against his reddened arse turns Harry on to the highest extent. “You are always so tight,” Lucius says between clenched teeth. “No matter how many times I am inside of you, your arse fits me like a fucking glove.”
Lucius starts to pump his hips, slowly dragging his cock in and out of Harry. Sweat drenches both of their bodies. Lucius moves his hair to the side then licks the sweat from Harry’s neck before sinks his teeth into his skin, biting and sucking up a mark. Moans, whimpers, grunts and cries are all that is said between the two men as Lucius brings Harry to the edge over and over. No matter how many times Harry begs and cries to cum, Lucius tells him no. “This is a part of his punishment, you are mine, your orgasm is mine.” Lucius grunts as he pistons into Harry.
“Luc, please. I can’t….I need.”
Lucius chuckles softly behind Harry at the fact that he is unable to finish his sentence. “What do you want, Harry? You want to cum?” Harry nods his head rapidly. Lucius sinks his hand into Harry’s hair and moves closer to his ear, “When you cum, will your arse squeeze my cock tighter? Because that’s what I want, Harry. I want you to squeeze and milk me until I cum. Will you be able to do that for me my little Submissive?”
Lucius slips his hand around Harry’s hips to grab his cock, feeling it throbbing and practically soaked with pre-cum. Lucius pumps Harry’s cock fast and steady, working him into even more of a frenzy. Harry’s arse starts to clench on his cock.
“Fuck! Luc! I’m cuming!”
Lucius smiles. He likes to see Harry lose himself in pleasure; he goes from a timid pup to someone without inhibition. This side of Harry only turns Lucius on more. Lucius is about to cum and his rhythm becomes uncoordinated. Lucius releases Harry’s cock and commands him to cum.
“That’s it Baby, cum for me.” It is if Harry’s body will only listen to Lucius. Because as soon as he gives the command Harry comes with a loud scream. His mind comes back to earth and he is now fully aware of his surroundings.
Lucius grabs onto Harry’s hips thrusting harder into him. Harry clenches his arse, squeezing Lucius’s cock inside of him. “That’s what I want, Baby. Squeeze me just like that. Make me cum so that I can mark you inside and out.”
Lucius knows he is not going to last, spanking Harry and seeing him submit so easily, then fucking him into submission are the things he’s dreamed about. To have them come true makes him feel powerful. Harry moans Lucius’s name as he tightens his inner muscles even further around him. Lucius thrusts quickly and deeper several more times, cursing every deity he knows as his balls draw up hard, that tight friction sending him flying over the edge. His release is an explosion of all the tension that he had built up, from wanting to show Harry this side of himself to their little disagreement.
They are both panting and trying to catch their breath. Harry has to admit their lovemaking has always been passionate, scorching hot to the point of burning the sheets. But this time something different occured, it is as if their souls joined together. Harry lets his head fall onto Lucius’s shoulders; he does not have the strength to hold himself up, he feels weak. Lucius’s cock softens and slips from Harry’s body. Harry whimpers at the loss, of not having his lover still inside of him but that is forgotten as he is picked up into Lucius’s strong arms, bridal style. Harry tries to stay awake but he needs to take a quick nap. He closes his eyes and rests his head comfortably on Lucius’s chest. He opens his eyes at Lucius’s voice. “I broke skin, you're bleeding. I know a quick episkey will heal it. But I like seeing my claiming mark on you.” His voice is rough like he had been screaming at a quidditch match.
Harry looks down to see small droplets of blood running down his chest. Lusius lifts Harry’s chin, moving his face away from his chest to expose his neck then bends down and licks at the bleeding bite mark. Harry moans at the sensitivity of his skin. Lucius trails his tongue from Harry’s neck to his lips and pulls him into a kiss. Harry can taste his own blood on Lucius’s tongue. He is more turned on than disgusted; he hums at the image of Lucius licking his blood. Slowly Lucius pulls away, “I’m sorry I hurt you,” Harry is confused for a second, Lucius sees the confusion on Harry’s face and continues. “I am sorry that our dinner was ruined, I am sorry we got into an argument.” He rasps to Harry, rubbing his thumb on his bottom lip then smiles at Harry. “But I am not sorry about the way we made up.”
Harry reaches up and places his hand on Lucius, “I’m not sorry either.” There is a lot that they need to talk about. Especially on the subject of BDSM and the lifestyle on a whole. “Are you going to explain everything to me?” Harry asks Lucius.
Lucius nods his head, “Yes, I planned on doing that at dinner, to have you see a little demonstration.” Lucius smiles, “But it seems we are destined to do things backwards.” Harry cannot help it he smiles as well. First, they got married then then they fell in love while others fall in love then get married. At least our lives will never be boring, thinks Harry. “How about this: let’s clean up, go to dinner and have that conversation?”
“I don’t see why not.” Harry says then stops. “As long as that little twink is not our server.” Not hiding his jealousy.
Lucius chuckles then start to laugh while holding on to Harry. “Little twink, I never thought of Alejandro as a twink before. Other than his brown eyes, I always thought he reminded me of you, with his dark hair and slim body.” Lucius stops laughing at the look on Harry’s face. “No one and I mean no one can hold a candle to you Baby, if I have not said it before I will say it again. You are the only one I want in my life and in my bed.”
“They better not Lucius, I hold true to my threats. And I hold on to what is mine.” Lucius’s grey eyes turn to a slate, almost black at the possessiveness Harry displays. Carefully, Harry gets off Lucius’s lap, he is so out of it he did not even realize they sat down. Harry reaches down and pulls up his pants, hissing as they glide over his spanked arse. Harry looks around for his shirt and sees it ripped up, lying on the floor. Casting a few mending charms on his shirt, he makes it like new. Harry is still concerned; this is a whole new world for him and it seems his body and minds have accepted that he is a Submissive. Now, he just needs to fully understand what that means.
They clean up and make themselves presentable again, Lucius conjures a hair tie, giving it to Harry so that he can put his hair into a low ponytail to show off his bite mark. When they exit the room, the Lucius look-alike is standing outside the door. “Well cousin, I see all is well between you and your Submissive?”
Lucius does not look offended by his cousin’s words. “Yes Hugo, we have worked out our differences for the night and now I think it is time I introduce you to my husband and soon to be Submissive. Lord Harry James Potter-Black-Malfoy.” Harry goes to extend his hand in greeting but Lucius holds on to his arm. “Meet Count Hugo Dimitris Malfoy my cousin, he is the leader of the Vampire coven in Greece.” Harry gasps, “Yes, I know it is a family secret, which I will tell you about another day.” Lucius continues.
A vampire in the Malfoy family? How is that possible? Hugo, or Lucius’s look-alike as Harry refers to him, stares at him with that famous Malfoy scowl. Although he is almost an exact replica of Lucius besides his raven hair, there is something different about him. His skin is paler than Lucius and Draco, pale even for a Malfoy, Harry attributes that to the man being a vampire. Although, he has only been married to Lucius for a short time, Harry knows how to give his own version of that famous Malfoy scowl. “Lucius, advise your Sub it is not polite to stare another Dom, especially in their eyes.” Lucius’s look-alike drawls.
Lucius chuckles, “Hugo, you may want a mindless zombie for a Sub but I prefer my Subs to look me in the eye. However, you are correct, his training will begin as soon as we discuss all of that it entails.”
Hugo sighs, “You do like a challenge, don’t you cousin?”
“You know me well cousin.” Lucius tells him as he looks down at Harry. Harry cannot help but smile and blush.
“As happy as I am that you have finally found your forever Sub, we have business to discuss. I strongly think it is time to open a D&L Inferno in Britain. With the Dark Lord no longer a threat, I feel it is time Sebastian and I come home.”
“I agree with you, Hugo. However, I am currently on my honeymoon, send me an owl next week. Wait, I have a better idea, why don’t you and Seb come for a visit? I am positive Draco will be happy to spend time with his cousin and introduce Seb to his fiances.”
Hugo seems to think about it for a minute, “I will think about it. It would be wonderful to get away from Greece for a bit and look for building options.”
“Very well,” Lucius says with a smile. “Harry and I are off then, we have a dinner to start.”
“Alejandro’s aftercare has been taken care of if you were wondering,” Hugo tells them.
“I was not,” Lucius replies.
Hugo bows his head at Lucius, and gives Harry a scathing look. Harry can tell the relationship between he and Hugo will take some work. They each go their separate ways, with Hugo going back to the BDSM portion of the club and Harry and Lucius going back to the restaurant. This time when Harry and Lucius walk to their table, he does not bat an eye at the things he sees. He is still a bit unsure of everything but knows that Lucius will explain it all and answer any questions he has. The second time around their server is a female; she addressed both Lucius and Harry. However, Lucius orders for both of them. During dinner their conversation goes to all aspects of BDSM and the lifestyle within it.
Lucius explains the concept of SSC, which means Safe, Sane and Consensual. That even though the Dominant likes to be in charge and thinks that he is. The one that holds all the power is the Submissive. With one word from the Submissive and everything will stop. Harry also learns the type of Submissive Lucius wants: someone who can think for themselves, who will fight him back but can also take his punishment when it is doled out. “In public, I want us to continue to be Luc and Harry.” Lucius tells him. “I want you to remain confident in who you are. When we are in the playroom I have designed, we will be Dom and Sub. But I am always your Dom. Do you understand Harry?” And Harry did, Lucius needs to always be in control and his control will always be evident in their lives.
Lucius also wants a Submissive he can push to the limit but not the to the point of safe wording. Lucius explains about Bondage, Discipline/Domination, Sadism & Masochism or Sadomasochism and what it means to him. He explains he enjoys spanking a Submissive with his hands or a paddle a lot more than he does using a flogger.
Harry sees the joyful expression on Lucius’s face when he talks about watching a Sub enter subspace and being the one to take him there. During their conversation, Harry gets intrigued and tells Lucius how he felt for a fleeting moment during his spanking. The feel of being one with his magic and completely centered like never before. Lucius’s voices his concern, stating that he wants Harry to be comfortable with this aspect of their relationship but had not known how to approach the subject because of the abuse Harry endured during his time at the Dursley’s.
Harry reassures Lucius that even though living with the Dursley’s was no picnic, the abuse he received stemmed from hate. Yes, he was starved and neglected, never feeling the love of a mother other than from Molly Weasley or a family period until he met the Weasley’s. The abuse he received was not physical, not from belts, whips and fists. But more by their words of hate and their spiteful neglect. Harry admits that at times he feels guilty for hating Dumbledore for not listening to him when he asked not to return to the Dursley’s. Harry explains that he was more of an house elf who had no self worth. For years he did not know what his name was or who he was as a person. No child should have to feel or think that way. However, tonight just from the spanking he received, he felt treasured, wanted. Lucius assures Harry that he is always wanted, that he will love him until his last breath.
They talk well into the night discussing and working out aspects of what will be their relationship and their lifestyle. Lucius never stops touching Harry while they talk and eat. A few times Lucius feeds Harry some of what he is eating. Lucius expresses the need for aftercare, “It is the Dom’s responsibility to make sure that their Sub comes down from their subspace safely. Tonight, after flogging Alejandro I would normally have stayed with him but I left his care in the hands of Hugo, who is an exceptional Dom.”
They continue their conversation, Harry will always refer to Lucius in all aspect of their lives, they will continue to have respect for each and most of all love each other. Harry admits that for a long time he was afraid and ashamed to say he wanted someone to take care of him. To make the decisions, for so long others relied on him and it feels great to finally have someone else to make the decisions for once. Harry learns about collars and contracts and exactly what it means in their lifestyle. While they are married and bound magically by the goblins, a contract in Lucius’s opinion is something temporary but putting a collar around a Sub’s neck means it is permanent.
Putting both a contract and a collar together means it is unbreakable. Only those Subs and Doms who have no plans of ever separating enter into a collar and contractual agreement. The contract is magically binding and once the collar is on, it can never be removed even in death. Because it is unbreakable, both parties have to be completely willing and in agreement. Magic itself will prevent someone unwilling from being bound. Harry can tell that even though he wears the Malfoy Consort ring on his finger, Lucius wants to have a contract and collar agreement between them but will wait until Harry is ready for that kind of agreement.
Lucius assures him it takes a strong person to give up control and he does not and never will consider Harry a weak person. “While those not in the life may see ours as about abuse or one person beating on another they view as weak, it is not the case. I have seen Dom’s who dole out spankings and whippings but cannot take half of what they give their Subs.” Harry admits shyly he enjoyed the spankings he received earlier that night and would like to explore his Submissive side and asks that they take it slowly. They both agreed to start small, with daily spankings becoming a part of their routine.
--Malfoy Manor--
A few days later found Harry and Lucius flooing home to Malfoy Manor. The first thing Harry does is run to Teddy’s room. Harry missed his little boy so much, he cannot wait to see him. When he gets to Teddy’s room, the baby is not in his crib. Calling for Teddy’s personal nanny Misty, to find out exactly where Teddy is.
“Misty!” When the little elf does not appear Harry knows something is terribly wrong. He walks out of Teddy’s room to Lucius’s office only to stop short when hears yelling and screaming coming from Draco’s side of the Manor.
“I cannot believe you would accuse a Malfoy of such things. We may be many things but a rapist is not one of them. How dare you insinuate that my father raped Harry?”
“Are you calling me a liar, Malfoy?”
“Yes, I am calling you a liar, Witch Bitch!”
“Fred, George, are you going to stand there and let him talk to me like that? What have they done to you?”
Harry is shocked at what he is hearing. He steps into the room to see Molly and Ginny Weasley with two men he has never met. “What the bloody hell is going on here and where is Teddy?”
All eyes turns to see Harry standing in the doorway. “Harry you’re home, when did you and Father get home?” Draco asks excitedly.
“Just a few minutes ago and you did not answer my question. Where is Teddy?”
“I sent him and Misty away for safe keeping. It seems these two women are under the impression that Father raped you, and got you pregnant with Teddy and have come to rescue you. Do you need rescuing step-daddy dear?” Draco drawls pointing to Ginny and Molly.
“Where would they get an insane idea like that?” Harry asks looking at the Weasley women. “What would make you think that Lucius would rape me?”
Ginny speaks up for the first time since Harry entered the room. “You said so, Harry don’t you remember? We were up in Ron’s room after the funeral and you told me what happened. You were begging me to help you.” She says as she walks over to him and touches his face. “But before we could come up with a plan, Lucius came into the room. You don’t have to worry Harry, the Aurors are here to arrest Lucius and take him to jail and we can finally be together.” Ginny is talking to him as if she is trying to hypnotize him with her voice.
“Ginny, I would advise you to get your lying hands off me before I cut your fucking fingers off.” Harry tells her menacingly. Ginny gasps, backing away and clutching her hands to her chest. “How dare you accuse the man I love of something so horrendous. I have told you on numerous occasions we will never be together, I see you as nothing more than a sister and as of today that is no longer the case. I want you out of my home this instant!” Harry then looks at the two Aurors. One has short blonde hair while the other for some reason reminded Harry of Tonks with pink hair. “I do not know what they have told you,” He tells them. “But let the record show that Lucius Malfoy did not nor has he ever raped me.”
“I would love to believe you, Mister Potter,”
“It’s Malfoy” Harry interrupts.
“Very well, Mr. Malfoy” says pink haired Auror. “But the bite on your neck states otherwise.” Harry quickly lifts his hands to cover the bite mark on his neck, only to reveal rope burns on his wrists. Harry blushes thinking about last night. He and Lucius engaged a bit of bondage last night, Harry wanted to see how much he could take being tied up. He made sure Lucius tied the ropes a bit tighter and told him he wanted them to leave evidence of their play. The possessive look Lucius gives him every time he sees his mark on him sends shivers down Harry’s spine each and every time. He bit it again to renew the healing mark from the night of the club. Lucius told Harry he plans on having the bite mark tattooed on permanently with the words “Property of LAM.” That will definitely send the Wizarding World into a tizzy, if they knew what the words meant. The room gasps at seeing his wrists just as Lucius walks into the room.
“Draco, have you seen Harry he said he was going to check on Teddy then meet me in my office?” Lucius calls out as he walks into the room. He stops short when he sees who is standing there. Lucius is shocked to see Molly and Ginny Weasley in his home, his only thought is that the trio plans on telling the Weasley matriarch they are planning to bond. Lucius is equally shocked when Ginny Weasley walks up to him then slaps his face.
“Look what you did to him, you ruined him!” she shrieking in his face.
“I would advise you to get the hell out of my face, you will not have another chance to put your hands on me.” He tells her icily. “Now, will someone tell me what the hell is going on and who I supposedly ruined?” He asks looking around the room.
As if just noticing the Aurors were in the room, Lucius looks surprised when the blonde Auror walks up to him and says “Lucius Malfoy, you have the right to remain silent. You are under arrest for the rape and abuse of Harry Potter.” The blond haired Auror continues as the pink haired one walks behind Lucius and cuffs him using magical cuffs.
“Wait just a bloody minute!” Lucius yells. “ I have done no such thing!”
Harry, Draco and the twins erupt, yelling that Lucius is innocent of all charges, Lucius is trying to calm Harry and tells him to call his cousin Hugo, who is also the family solicitor. No one notices the smile on the two Weasley women. They have sinister smirks on their faces that their plan is working; they got Lucius Malfoy arrested, now all they have to do is keep him in Azkaban. The animagus beetle has been perched unseen on the bookshelf the whole time, watching and absorbing everything from the very beginning.
Harry turns to Ginny and yells in her face. “How could you?! How fucking could you? Why are you trying to ruin one of the things that matters most in my life?!” Ginny reaches out to touch Harry. “Don’t you fucking touch me! I do not want you!” That seems to silence all the yelling in the room. “I will not forgive you for this Ginny and you Mrs. Weasley, how can you stand there and let this happen! I loved you like a son loves a mother.”
“Harry dear, I need you to listen to reason. Can’t you see that the Malfoys are evil? You belong at home with us Harry; we can take care of you.” Molly Weasley tells him. “We are your family, not them.”
“You are no family of mine, if you can stand here and accuse the man I love of rape! Lucius, Draco, Teddy and the twins are my family now!” With all the yelling he is doing, Harry sways a bit but catches himself before he falls.
“Harry, are you ok?” Draco rushes over to him with concern in his voice.
“I don’t know I felt a bit dizzy for a sec...” He does not get to finish his statement because his world starts to go black. The last thing he remembers seeing is Lucius fighting his way to get to him and the Aurors holding him back and the others screaming his name.
Authors Note: THANKS SO MUCH FOR READING! REVIEWS FEED THE PLOT BUNNY!
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