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Lucius' Pet	By : nekluvshp Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Lucius Views: 28479 -:- 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; believing the man desperately needs another form of entertainment.
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“So, where are we going?” Lucius asked Tom as they made their way down the gravel path to the wrought iron gate.

“Ah, that’s a surprise,” the older wizard replied with a smirk.

Silver eyes rolled in their sockets at the opacity before he next queried, “and who else have you invited?”

“I’m afraid no one else could make it,” Tom lied; not even bothering to hide this fact. Lucius rolled his eyes again.

Once outside the gate, Tom took his friend’s arm and together they disappeared.

An instant later, the two men reappeared in the darkness of Diagon Alley. The pair made their way through the thinning crowd of last minute shoppers and walked for a bit until they came to a side street.

Knockturn Alley. Lucius suppressed a sigh. He now had some idea, at least, of where they were going.

Sure enough, a few moments later, they came up to a rather nondescript building except for the bright, neon sign identifying it as “The Naughty Pet”. Beneath the lettering was a moving image of a wizard spanking a female Pet who was bent over his knees. A large, imposing man opened the door and the pounding bass of techno music reached their ears.

“Ugh,” Lucius grimaced. “I am not dressed for this. I’m not sure I even OWN attire for this.”

Tom motioned for the other man to precede him inside as he retorted, “it may have been a life time ago, but I know you know that’s not the part we’re here for.”

Inside was bustling. They made their way around the edge of a massive dance floor where all manner of witches, wizards, and Pets alike were dancing and grinding against each other. They walked passed the bar; a large, semi-enclosed rectangle making up the center of the building. Beyond that, the vibe was a bit calmer.

Centered in the back half of the room was an open, oblong stage covered in cushions and pillows where a pair of female Pets performed for the audience. Almost the entirety of all three walls were lined with round booths that each had their own smaller stage with a pole mounted on it instead of a normal table.

Tom led his friend to one of the empty booths and took a seat, gesturing for Lucius to do the same. The blonde man hesitated. “I need to use the lavatory,” he yelled over the music and then immediately made his way toward a back hall where the restroom signs were.

Lucius didn’t actually have to go; he just wanted a moment to collect himself. He walked into the men’s room and up to a sink where he splashed some cool water on his face. He knew Tom well enough to know this was the kind of place he’d take them and he had a Pet at home. So, why did he agree to this again?

By the time the blonde man returned to the booth, Tom had ordered them both drinks.

“You prefer bourbon, yes?” Tom asked, sipping from his own glass.

Lucius nodded as he picked up his drink from the narrow bar that ran around the front of the platform. He was then handed a single, solid sheet of parchment listing amenities the club offered. The menu ranged from dances, to blow jobs, to full on sex; the last of which required a private room and was the only one marked “Price upon Request”.

“Order anything you like, I’m buying tonight,” Tom shouted.

As Lucius perused the list in his hand, a dark-haired, male Pet, easily in his late twenties mounted the stage and began dancing around the pole.

Club Pets tended to be older since no one wanted them anymore; as it was obviously the youth and vigor that was the main draw. By thirty-five, they were usually released from Pethood and allowed to become normal members of society.

“I think I’ll just watch tonight, thank you,” Lucius said as he set the menu in the empty space on the seat between them.

“Oh, come on, loosen up. Get sucked off and relax a little,” Tom said as he leaned closer to the blonde so they wouldn’t have to keep shouting.

“I prefer to relax with Harry,” Lucius stated matter-of-factly; drinking deeply from his tumbler.

Tom scoffed and rolled his eyes at the mention of the Pet. Half the point of this was to get the blonde man’s mind off of Harry. He propped his feet up on the edge of the stage and informed him, “you know, there are other holes you can stick your cock in.”

It was Lucius’ turn to roll his eyes. He finished off his first glass before replying, “some of us actually think of other people as more than just holes to fill, Tom.”

The greying man took a swig from his own drink and then dramatically groused, “what happened to you, Lucius? You were so much more fun when we were young.”

A cynical, platinum brow rose. “I grew up,” he stated as he lifted the tumbler he forgot he’d already drained to lips, only to instead to launch into, “And what do you mean ‘we’? Last I checked, you’re damn near three decades my senior. It wasn’t my fault my father died and you needed a replacement best friend,” he ranted as he got the attention of a passing waitress for a refill.

Tom chided the other man with a few sarcastic clicks of his tongue. “You know very well friendship is not what I was looking for from you; at least, not at first,” he purred; his gaze firmly fixed on the Pet still entertaining them.

“Which is precisely why friends is all we’ve ever been. If Abraxas heard the things you used to say to me…” Lucius muttered.

“Bitch, please,” Tom chuckled; casting a sideways glance at the blonde. “Your father heard worse. Your father said worse.”

Lucius rolled his eyes again. “Toward his nineteen year old son might possibly have been a bit different, wouldn’t you think?” he rhetorically asked as he suppressed a shudder of disgust. “Just the idea of someone speaking to Draco the way I speak to Harry is horrifying.”

“Thankfully, I wouldn’t know. I’ve never had the misfortune of spawning a child,” the older man crowed.

“So far as you know,” Lucius snorted into his new glass.

“Isn’t that the son you recently disowned?” Tom shot back. “I can’t see why you’d still care.”

Silver eyes glared daggers at the grey-haired man. “And this is where I change the subject,” he declared.

Forty-five minutes after they sat down, Lucius had consumed a decent amount of alcohol and he was starting to feel decidedly good. He found himself suddenly loving the cashmere his robe was made of. It was a fabric he always enjoyed, but this was different. He was practically feeling himself up.

Lucius’ head dropped back against the booth as he melted into the cushion. He closed his eyes and continued to run his hands along his clothing, humming happily. His entire body seemed to be extra sensitive at the moment and he found he was getting hard.

Suddenly, pleasure spread throughout him like a wildfire and he moaned gutturally. He automatically reached for the head now bobbing in his lap and blindly buried his hands in the hair he found there.

“Fuck!” the man groaned as he was deep throated. He knew he wasn’t going to last long.

Slowly, Lucius managed to lift his head from his seat to look down at the black hair blocking his view. “Look at me, Pet,” he commanded. Silvery eyes met icy blue and Lucius felt his heart skip a beat. Those should have been green.

Abruptly, he yanked the Pet off of his cock and shoved him away. He quickly tucked himself back into his underwear and jumped up from the booth; his head swimming with the sudden movement. He shook it, trying to clear the fog.

“Di- Did you spike my drink!?” he seethed at Tom.

Sighing, the older man raised his own head from the back cushion of the booth and stopped the female Pet working his cock. He looked up at his friend standing over him, his pupils blown wide and an unfittingly serene smile on his lips despite being interrupted. “Yes, I did,” Tom freely admitted as he flopped back in his seat once more; obviously under the effects of the same intoxicant.

“Fucking hell!” the blonde man exclaimed, brushing away some hair that had fallen in his face. The silky smoothness of his locks caught his attention and he spent a moment just touching his own tresses. “Why!?” he yelled when he finally snapped out of it.

Erection still out, Tom crossed his legs and shrugged. “I knew you wouldn’t let me fuck Harry otherwise,” he replied casually. “I needed to lower your inhibitions.”

“So you fucking DRUGGED me!?” Lucius fumed, trying not to squirm at the pleasurable feeling his robe was still giving him. “How long is it going to last?”

“Five, six hours,” Tom replied with another shrug. “There’s no stopping it now, so you may as well just enjoy it and let the Pet I paid for finish his job.”

“No!” Lucius uttered forcefully. “I already feel like I betrayed Harry enough as it is.”

Tom laughed coldly. “There’s no such thing as cheating on a Pet, Luci,” he reminded his friend.

“You know I hate that name!” Lucius spat with far less fire than he was aiming for. “Now, take! Me! Home! I can’t apparate like this.”

The grey-haired man sighed again but conceded. His night was already ruined as far as he was concerned. “Fine,” Tom whined and finally put his softening cock away. At least he’d have Aster at home to enjoy the rest of his roll with.

Back at the manor, Lucius let himself and Tom into the house. “Collect your Pet and kindly leave my home,” the blonde man ordered, gesturing down the hall. The pair of men first made their way to the drawing room; finding only Harry reading this week’s quidditch magazine.

“Where’s Aster?” Tom asked; glancing around the room for his Pet.

“In the k-kitchen,” Harry nervously replied. He got up and followed the two men to the aforementioned room where Aster was on the floor, bound and gagged, but conscious.

“What the hell is going on?” Tom harshly queried and moved to untie his Pet.

“What happened here, Harry?” Lucius asked much more calmly. The dark-haired boy dragged a hand through his hair and quickly recounted the events of his evening, not leaving out a single detail.

Lucius turned to face Tom; trying his damnedest to be angry but whatever he’d been given was making it difficult to properly express. “You tried to dose my Pet as well?” he asked in disbelief. More emphatically, he added, “My pregnant Pet?”

“Lucius, I didn-,” Before Tom could finish making his excuse though, Lucius’ fist connected with his jaw; sending him reeling.

“It doesn’t matter if you didn’t fucking! Know! You can’t just drug people,” he gritted. “Get out of my house!”

After righting himself, Tom grabbed his Pet by the elbow and yanked him toward the front door. Lucius followed closely behind. “Just so it’s clear…” he began once the other two had crossed the threshold. “We are not friends anymore.” And he slammed the door in Tom’s face.

Lucius leaned against the closed portal and ran a hand down his face.

“Di-did something happen?” Harry unexpectedly asked from behind him; trying to make sense of the limited information he’d picked up.

“Yes, Pet,” the blonde man replied as he headed back down the hall.

“Are you okay?” the teen asked next.

Lucius glanced back at the boy following him. “I just… need to sit down.”

In the drawing room, Lucius took a seat on a plush couch and Harry automatically climbed onto his lap. The man sighed deeply; greatly enjoying the weight of his Pet on him. He began running his hand through Harry’s hair and let his head fall back.

“Your p-pupils are huge,” the dark-haired boy commented on the wide, darkened, silver eyes staring up at the ceiling.

“That’s not surprising,” Lucius replied and then clarified, “Tom drugged me.”

“What? Why?” Harry asked as Lucius’ hand moved from his hair to run up and down his velvet covered back.

Lucius sighed again. “To make me more cooperative so I would let him fuck you.” The party potion causing him to explain a little more vulgarly than he normal would have.

“D-do you think… that’s why he wanted Aster to d-drug me?” the boy queried.

“Most likely.” They fell silent for a minute where Lucius continued to touch his Pet anywhere he could reach.

“H-How do you feel right now?” Harry asked; breaking the stillness.

“Fantastic, actually,” the man replied with an almost dreamy smile. “And unbelievably aroused,” he emphasized his point by grabbing Harry’s arse. “Fuck, I want your mouth on my cock, Pet.”

Without another word, Harry slid to the floor; settling on his knees in front of his master. He pulled up the man’s robe and released his erection from the confines of his boxer briefs.

Instantly, Harry sucked the hardened flesh into his mouth.

“Yes, Pet,” Lucius hissed and buried a hand in Harry’s dark hair. “Faster,” he commanded, craving release.

Harry obeyed happily; drawing more of his master’s cock passed his lips as he did.

“Fuck!” the man groaned. “I’m gonna…” he tried to warn his Pet, but felt his climax hit him before he could finish speaking. He moaned wordlessly as he came down Harry’s throat.

Finished with his task, Harry rose from the floor; wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he did. There was an obvious tenting in his robe that Lucius noticed. The man beckoned him onto his lap again, this time back to front, and first massaged the brunette’s cock through the thick fabric of his clothing.

Harry whimpered and panted in response to the stimulation, but desperately wanted direct contact. “Please,” he begged as he shimmied his robe up his legs.

“Patience, Harry,” Lucius breathed into black hair even as he snaked his hand beneath the velvet. He bypassed the throbbing manhood longing for his touch to caress the skin of Harry’s naval for just a moment; still unable to feel any evidence of the life growing within. An appreciative hum escaped the boy on his lap as a pale hand finally wrapped around the eighteen year old’s cock.

One of Harry’s tinier hands took a tight hold of the larger man’s free forearm and the other reached up behind him and around Lucius’ neck to tangle in his long, silky locks. He groaned shamelessly as the stroking of his erection ever so slowly increased in pace. And as he neared released, he used the leverage from his hold on the other man to thrust up into the hand what little he could. “Lucius!” he gasped a moment later as his seed spurted onto his clothing pooled on his stomach.

The jade-eyed boy took a minute to calm himself before tilting his head to look up at his master. He was a tad surprised to find him staring off into the distance; his head clearly elsewhere at the moment.

“Lucius?” Harry asked; waving a hand in front of his face.

The man in question snapped back to reality and a leer formed on his lips. “How do you feel about dancing?” he unexpectedly queried.

Harry’s face screwed up in confusion for a moment as he processed the very off-topic question. “Well, the only k-kind I’ve ever really done would be the few types of ballroom dancing I h-had to learn. Why?” he asked with a curious tilt of his head.

Lucius glanced at the grandfather clock in the corner. It was barely eight-thirty, so the night was still young. He returned his attention back to the green eyes inquiringly watching him. With a mischievous smirk, he returned, “how would you like to try a very different kind of dancing?”
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