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Lucius' Pet	By : nekluvshp Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Lucius Views: 28480 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 7
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and characters, nor do I make any money from the writing of this fic.

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Chapter Summary:
Tom invites his best friend, Lucius, for Guy's Night; leaving Harry to entertain Aster alone at the Manor.
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“Alright. Alright. Fine,” Lucius conceded to the head in his fireplace.

“Excellent!” the grey-haired man exclaimed. “I’ll be there around seven tonight, then?”

“Yes,” Lucius confirmed and the head disappeared. He sighed heavily as he now had to have a rather unpleasant conversation with his Pet.

“Harry!” Lucius called as he opened the door to his study and stepped into the hall. He turned to the left and made his way toward the drawing room. Not finding him there, he headed upstairs to look for the elusive boy.

“Harry!” he shouted again as he reached the top of the staircase.

Again, he received no reply and the man began to wonder if Harry hadn’t gone out for a flight session. But that didn’t seem right; he always remembered to ask permission first.

Reaching his master suite first, he peeked inside, but it was empty. He then padded farther down the hall to his Pet’s bedroom; which was rarely ever used now.

Lucius knocked on Harry’s closed door. No answer. He checked the knob to see if it was locked, but the door swung open effortlessly.

A smile graced the blonde man’s lips as he entered the room and noticed his napping Pet. Harry was lying on his back, naked, with one hand thrown over his eyes, the other resting on his ever so slightly protruding abdomen. He approached the bed and perched himself on the edge.

“Harry,” he said softly and gently shook his Pet in an attempt to wake him. The boy in question stirred a little but stayed asleep. “Harry,” he repeated a little more forcefully.

Finally, the teen’s arm moved and he blinked his emerald eyes open. “What is it?” he asked through a small yawn.

“I need to speak to you about something,” Lucius slowly began.

Noting the serious tone of his master’s voice, Harry sat up, rubbing his eyes as he went. “M’kay,” the boy said.

Lucius heaved a sigh. “How would you feel… about entertaining Aster for a few hours tonight?” he asked.

“Uh… I’d hate it,” Harry articulated. “Why?”

“My friend, and I use that term loosely, Tom has decided I need more fun in my life. He insisted on us having a ‘guy’s night out’, so to speak. No wives; not that either of us have one. No Pets,” Lucius quickly explained.

Harry’s brow furrowed. “What does th-that have to do with Aster?” he asked curiously, at a loss.

“Tom… has never liked leaving his Pets home alone if he can help it,” Lucius replied. “He absolutely refuses to trust them.”

“So he has to c-come here?” Harry whined. “Aster’s a dick. I don’t like him.”

“I know you don’t, Pet,” he caressed Harry’s cheek. “And I’m not asking you to like him, just spend a little time with him. Who knows, maybe you’ll find something in common?”

Harry brought his knees to his chest and sighed. “I guess I can handle th-that,” he gave in.

Lucius kissed the top of his Pet’s head. “Good boy,” he praised.

At exactly seven o’clock, the doorbell chimed. Lucius was still getting ready to go, so he left answering the door to Harry.

“H-hello, sir,” Harry reluctantly greeted the grey-haired man. “Come i-in.”

“Good evening, Harry,” Tom replied with a leer; looking Harry up and down. “Don’t you look ravishing tonight?”

Harry glanced down at himself. He was currently dressed in a thick, full length, winter robe. The only skin he was showing were his hands, feet, and face. This man could apparently sexualize anything.

“Aster, say hello,” the man ordered his Pet.

“Hi, Harry,” the sandy-haired boy huffed. It didn’t sound like he was too fond of the situation either. Though, Harry did note, he was fully clothed for once, likely only because of the cold weather. The dark-haired Pet led the two guests into the manor and to the drawing room.

“My m-master is still getting r-ready,” Harry explained. “He s-said you can pour a dr-drink while you wait.” He motioned to the liquor cabinet.

“I think I’ll do that,” Tom said; taking the boy up on the offer. He poured himself a glass of brandy. “You’re old enough to drink, aren’t you, Harry? Would you like anything?”

Harry shook his head. “I d-don’t like alcohol,” he answered brusquely; deliberately omitting the more significant reason.

Tom shrugged nonchalantly and then took a seat in a wingback chair. Aster stood next to him and the man wrapped an arm around his Pet’s waist; giving his arse a firm squeeze as he did. He looked between Harry and his own Pet a few times; sipping at his drink.

“Now that you’re legal, I don’t suppose you’d ever perform with Aster for me, would you?” he asked his friend’s Pet; filling the silence.

Harry nervously shook his head again.

“And what if your master ordered you to?” Tom asked next. “Would you do it? Or would you defy him and be punished instead?” Either possibility seemed like they would please him.

The green-eyed boy had to think about this for a moment. Obviously, he wanted to avoid punishment if he could help it, but if he was honest, he didn’t want to have sex with anyone besides Lucius. Or, at the very least, he didn’t want anyone else inside him.

“O-only if I was on top,” he finally replied. “But m-my master would never d-do that.”

Tom’s grin widened as he watched the boy over the rim of his glass. “It seems I need to have a discussion with Lucius,” he said mostly to himself. “Aster, stand next to Harry for a moment,” he suddenly ordered his Pet. The sandy-haired boy left his master’s embrace to do as he was told. The grey-haired man took a drink of his brandy as he compared the two Pets.

Despite being three years younger, Aster was several inches taller and a fair amount broader than Harry. Whatever the scenario, watching them together would certainly be interesting.

“You’re sure you’re eighteen?” Tom asked.

“Ye… yes. Why?” Harry returned.

“Just curious,” he replied with a small shrug. “You’re quite small for your age.”

Harry rolled his eyes. “You d-don’t need to remind me,” he muttered defiantly as he crossed his arms; having grown accustomed to the informal way in which he was allowed to speak to Lucius.

“What was that, Pet?” Tom demanded; a spark of anger in his dark eyes.

“N-nothing, s-sir,” Harry stuttered; remembering his place.

A pair of footsteps was then heard clicking down the hall.

“Evening, Tom,” Lucius said as he entered the drawing room.

Tom set his glass down on an end table. “Lucius,” He greeted as he stood from his seat. The men shook hands; one of them much more stiffly than the other.

“Harry, I’ll be back in a few hours. Please, behave yourself tonight,” the blonde man said as he stroked his Pet’s unruly, black hair.

“Yes, master,” Harry nearly purred his reply at the affection.

Tom said something similar to his own Pet, only he was much ruder about it.

Finally, the two men departed, leaving Harry and Aster alone.

“So… what do you w-wanna do?” Harry asked the other Pet. “I have exploding sn-snap or gobstones we could play. L-Lucius has an absolutely gorgeous chess set, but I’m awful; or maybe he’s just that good,” he rambled some suggestions. “And it’s too dark already for q-quidditch.”

Aster said nothing at first; just gave Harry a smirk. Then he sauntered across the room to the half-full tumbler his master left behind and downed it in one go. Finished with that, he headed for the liquor cabinet.

“You want something?” the sandy-haired boy asked as he pulled out a nearly full decanter of brown liquid.

“I can’t,” Harry stated.

“Oh please, by the time they get back, our masters will be far too pissed to notice we drank too,” the other Pet said as he refilled the empty glass. He then took a swig directly from the container before replacing the stopper and returning it to its place.

“Th-that’s not why,” the dark-haired boy responded timidly.

Aster took a deep drink of his alcohol. “Then why?”

“I’m uh… I’m p-pregnant,” Harry relented as a hand automatically went to his all but nonexistent bump; still hidden easily enough by his thick robe. The other Pet sputtered in his glass.

“Fucking hell, really?” Aster exclaimed. “You guys’ve been legal for what, a month? And your master knocked you up already?”

“I-I’d really rather not talk a-about it,” the green-eyed teen replied.

“Is he letting you keep it?” The sandy-haired boy interrogated; obstinately ignoring the discomfort the topic was causing Harry. “Most masters are careful enough to not get their Pets pregnant in the first place, but when it does happen, they make them kill it,” he commented in a startlingly dejected tone.

And suddenly, Harry had a thought. Aster was only fifteen, so he hadn’t been legal too much longer than himself; but he had witnessed Tom breaking the rules with his Pet. So that begged the question, “y-you’ve been pregnant before, haven’t you?”

Aster nodded before finishing off his glass.

“I’m s-sorry. It’s supposed to be a g-good thing,” Harry said softly; thinking about his own predicament but unable to even imagine Lucius being so coldhearted.

“You said you have exploding snap?” Aster abruptly changed the subject.

“Yeah, up in my room.”

The younger teen filled his empty tumbler to the brim; pouring from a different bottle than before. He gestured toward the door after taking a sip. “Lead the way.”

Upstairs, the pair of Pets made themselves comfortable on a thick rug on the floor of Harry’s bedroom. The black-haired boy set up a game and neither of them said a word outside of what was necessary to play for the duration of the first match.

After thoroughly kicking Harry’s arse immediately though, Aster seemed to loosen up. He laid himself down on his stomach with his feet in the air behind him as the deck was shuffled. While Harry went first, the fifteen year old slowly struck up a conversation. “Did you know…” He paused to sip his drink. “…that there is a spell to prevent a person from coming?”

Harry’s gaze snapped up to meet the hazel eyes waiting for his reaction and his shaggy hair bounced as he shook his head. “What… what’s the point of that?” he slowly asked; genuinely confused.

Aster gave him an almost smug smirk as he started his own turn. “I’m not surprised you don’t know. Your master doesn’t seem the type unless you were the one to bring it up first and you definitely came from a place too reputable to teach that kinda shit,” he lengthily replied; providing no actual answers to Harry question.

“Lucius doesn’t s-seem like the type to what?”

“Fuck, that is weird,” the sandy-haired Pet said with a small shudder; again ignoring the query.

Harry rolled his eyes excruciatingly hard as he said, “I want to as-sk ‘what’s weird’, but you still haven’t ans-swered my last question, so…” They both jumped when a card unexpectedly exploded during his trailing off.

Aster took a swig from his glass before answering with a chuckle, “the way you call your master by name. It’s just so… wrong.” He purposely gave an exaggerated jolt of disgust at the idea.

Now it was Harry’s turn to laugh. “That’s what h-he prefers I call him; at least when w-we’re alone or in very, very specific company. I’m sorry you can’t bring yourself t-to say ‘Tom’,” he tittered.

The younger Pet pulled a face and sarcastically echoed, “I’m SoRrY yOu CaN’t BrInG yOuRsElF...” But it really was true, so he had to trail off before the end of the sentence. “I’s your turn. Go.”

“Am I ever going t-to get an answer to my original qu-uestion?” Harry demanded.

Aster giggled jovially. “Mate, I don’ ev’n ‘member what it was anymore,” he replied; the effects of the alcohol he’d been drinking becoming apparent.

Harry huffed in frustration. “What is the p-point of a spell that keeps someone from get-ting off?” he reminded the other Pet.

“Riiiiight, righ’, righ’ righ’,” the hazel-eyed teen babbled with a wave of his hand. “D’you like edging?” he then asked for reference.

Recovering from the mental whiplash of the out-of-nowhere question, all Harry managed in reply was, “Uh…”

Another giggle escaped Aster. “’kay, tha’ one I know ya know, jus’ prolly not tha’ word. Does your master ev’r let ya get close an’ then stop? An’ then again? An’ again? ‘til you finally getta come and you fuckin’ see stars?” he probed before taking another large gulp of liquor.

Harry’s mouth dropped opened in a silent ‘oh’ of realization as he nodded rapidly.

“Tha’s whut I thought!” Aster sing-songed triumphantly. “So the spell does the same thin’, mos’ly, ‘cept you’ll stay on the edge ‘til the stimlation stops for long ‘nough; or i’s ended an’ ev’ry droppa spunk in you is releas’d in the bes’ orgasm of yur life.”

A dark brow furrowed in confusion. “That… that s-sounds fantastic, but you were almost talking about it bef-fore like it’s forbidden or someth-thing,” Harry carefully voiced.

“No’ice how I said it has ta be e’ded? ‘nyone can say the counter-spell, ‘cept the person it’s on,” the younger boy explained; becoming increasingly morose.

It did not take long for the implications of that to sink in. “Ho-How long does he…?”

A bit calmer than a moment ago, Aster quietly and a little more clearly replied, “usually only a few days. Bu’ this time, I haven’ come in weeks an’ he keeps makin’ me hard jus’ ta frustra’e me.”

Despite the awkward tension, Harry had one more question and he thought it would be best to ask it now rather than bring the mood down again later. “So, can I ask what’s so different about the Pet Shoppe I came from?”

“Tch, i’s prolly a legit Shoppe,” the sandy-haired boy scoffed.

Harry was still confused and asked, “what does that even-”

Aster cut him off him a guttural laugh and rhetorically countered, “how many Shoppes d’you thin’ my master’s been banned from?”

“All of them,” the black-haired Pet responded without hesitation.

“In wes’ern Europe, at the very leas’,” Aster amended before finishing the last mouthful of amber liquid in his glass. “’m hungry. Can we ge’ something ta eat?”

“Sure,” Harry replied as he began picking up the card game.

In the kitchen, Harry made them each a ham and cheese sandwich and poured himself a goblet of pumpkin juice.

“D’you thi’k you could get me ‘nother drin’?” Aster asked through a mouthful of sandwich, holding up his empty glass.

Harry shrugged. “I guess,” he took the tumbler and headed toward the drawing room, but stopped when he was just a step down the hall.

Pushing the door back open, Harry started, “What w-were you dri- did you just put something in my juice!?” he shouted as Aster quickly jerked his hand away from the full goblet and hid something in his robes.

“Tch, n-no,” The sandy-haired boy replied, feigning innocence horribly.

Harry quickly crossed the room and lunged for the boy’s pocket. There was a brief struggle, but eventually he pulled back his hand with an empty vial clutched in it.

“What the h-hell is this!?” He yelled and held the small container in Aster’s face.

“Nothing!”

“If it’s n-nothing, drink it. R-Right now,” Harry demanded and shoved his silver cup into the younger boy’s hands; splashing them both with liquid.

“Fine, my master wanted me to dose you,” the other Pet admitted.

“What the fuck! Why!?”

“He didn’t tell me and I didn’t care enough to ask,” Aster replied and then sarcastically tacked on, “but I think we both have a good idea.”

Harry crossed his arms over his chest. “Your master is an arsehole,” he stated matter-of-factly.

Aster splashed the juice he was still holding in Harry’s face. Harry retaliated by shoving him, causing the other boy to drop the goblet. The younger, but larger, Pet advanced on Harry.

In an instant, Harry whipped out his wand and pointed it at the other boy’s chest. “D-don’t even think about it,” he gritted out. The sandy-haired boy looked between the wand and Harry’s face a few times. He pulled back his fist anyway.

“Stupefy!” Harry cried.

Aster was knocked backward and fell to the floor, unconscious.
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This story is now 100% complete with 19 chapters. There is also a planned sequel AND multi-chapter side-shot!
I'm 2 chapters behind posting here, but I'll update weekly until I catch up to my posting schedule on ao3 and then it'll be every other Monday until New Year's day when the final chapter will go up at midnight! The side-shot starts immediately following the events of chapter 18, so the first chapter of that will go up the day after it and then each chapter for that will be posted concurrently or between relevant chapters in the sequel.
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