Refugee

Refugee
Crossover fic: WrestlingXHarry Potter
Pairing: Shawn Michaels/Lucius Malfoy
Rated: NC-17! Sex happens here!
Summary: Lucius escapes from Azkaban in the middle of Book 6, wandless, starved, helpless, and completely lost in the muggle world.
Disc: Not my men, not my show, not my book, not my anything! *sooooooooob*

----hmmmmmm, sex on chapter 13 ;-)----

Chapter 13

Shawn lead me to his bed, sitting on the edge and holding my hands. I wasn\'t sure of what to do or what to say, but his thumbs caressing the backs of my hands seemed to say everything that words could not. I sat down next to him, leaning over to brush my cheek against his. His skin was soft, with just enough stubble to create interesting friction. He smelt good, like that stuff from his axe bottle.

His arms circled my neck, bringing us closer together. I wrapped mine around his waist, clutching the back of his shirt. I liked this already, Narcissa and I never held each other like this. I brought my face down in the crook between his neck and shoulder, inhaling in his natural scent and cologne. Shawn\'s tongue drifted up the muscles of my neck, leaving a soft trail of almost-not-there kisses. He rested his face against mine, a small sigh leaving his lips.

My hands trembled a little, fingers drifting up his back warm back under his shirt. He pulled away from me, pulling off the soft white tee shirt he had been wearing. I stared at the sculpted chest before me, taking in each little bit of tanned skin eagerly. I brought my hands down his shoulders, his arms to feel the muscle there, and finally to his hands so I could grasp them in mine. \"You are so beautiful.\" I murmured almost in awe.

Shawn only smiled to me, tugging on the bottom of my shirt. I discarded mine quickly, only to have his hands roaming the planes of my chest. The look of slight awe on his face as he took in my body reminded me of all those late nights of lifting work and reading that moron friend of his body building book. He reached up to grab my lips in a passionate kiss- one so powerful it was like a spell of it\'s own, trapping me in. He pulled us back against the pillows, me reaching for him to wrap him up in my arms in this powerful, unbreakable embrace.

There was something new about this- Something I didn\'t really understand. How could a mere kiss be better than most experiences that I had ever had with Narcissa? We broke away, but our mouths kept moving kissing patches of skin. Shawn\'s skin, his body, him... he\'s like a drug. I moved down his body, his stomach, and when I finally reached the button of his jeans I stopped to look at him.

He was trembling, his moans throaty and deep. He gave a nod to me, and that was all the okay I needed. I opened the button, and slid his pants off. I must say, I didn\'t know he had more tattoos than the one on his arm. I dragged my thumb over the red heart on his upper thigh, bringing my hand down his bare leg to the tattoo on his calf of his home state.

\"I like your tattoo.\" He said indicating to my dark mark.

I want to tell him that\'s not what he thinks it is, but I can\'t. I can\'t let him know. So I quieted him by kissing him firmly on the lips. Soon, we\'ve both forgotten about everything but us. With some working I had my pants and the rest of Shawn\'s clothing off.

My gray eyes, and Shawn\'s pale blue ones traveled down our frames memorizing what we saw before us. I laid my trembling hands on his hips, watching his long legs as they spread to let me in. He was hard, as hard as myself at the moment. He held up his hand to stop me, giving me a small bottle of lubricant. I warmed it up in my hands pouring the liquid on my fingers.

A simple hesitating look from me was quickly quelled by the urgent moan and the tug to one of my blonde tresses by Shawn. I didn\'t need anymore nudging. I pressed my long fingers into his tight hole, eagerly wiggling them deep inside. He let out a sharp cry, pushing down on my hand. I soon realized that my own need didn\'t matter when it came to Shawn; I could pleasure him like this with out even caring a lick of what happened to me. \"Damn it Lucius- I\'m not going to break! I need you inside!\" He nearly sobbed.

I nodded and removed my hand, not caring if Shawn had given me an order. Pushing his legs up to his shoulders, I sheathed myself fully inside him. Shawn\'s body tried to fight the sudden invasion, pushing on my erection. I grunted loudly at the sensation of all the heat- I had never felt anything so magnificent before. My Texan and I were one. I uttered his name over and over as I moved inside, being brought in and drawn out forcefully by his sweet pull.

I reached between his legs, running my palm up the slick erection. I could feel it throbbing while barely touching him. A sense of pride filled me- for me to pleasure this creature to this degree made me feel lighter than air. I picked up my pace, bringing our bodies together with a loud smacking sound. \"Oh god!\" He sobbed shutting his eyes. \"Lucius!\"

I released into him with a roar, my long blonde hair fanning out around me. Tremors shook my body, and I felt wondrously weaker. Shawn\'s legs clamped around me releasing his seed all over my stomach and chest. His chest heaved heavily, his eyes giving me a hazy look. I touched his face lovingly, and he turned his head to me kissing the palm of my hand.

\"Told you.\" He croaked tiredly with a triumphant smile.

I pulled out of him with a groan to lay next to him. My overloaded brain wracked for what that meant. Finally it hit me. \"Bollocks. You WERE right. There is a difference. I don\'t like being wrong- but being wrong about this isn\'t so bad.\"

\"I\'m glad you settled.\" Shawn smirked looking to me with a satisfied expression. He reached over to take my hand, squeezing it. \"I\'m so happy Lucius- I\'m glad I could share that with you.\"

\"You shared more than you thought with me, Shawn. I will never forget you for this night- nor will I ever forget what happened here. You shared me more love than I\'ve ever experienced. I wish I could say I love you, but I\'ve only scratched the surface of what that emotion means.\" And I\'ll protect him forever for it.

A bit of blush sprawled his face. \"I didn\'t think you liked me for the longest time- let alone felt something for me. Didn\'t think I was your type.\"

I arched an eyebrow at that. \"What... or who do you think is my type?\"

\"British. And female. Possibly aristocratic...\" He said thoughtfully tapping his chin. \"Definitely not a Texan wrestler.\"

I didn\'t answer him- mostly because he is right again. And I hate being wrong. Instead I wrapped my arms around him drawing his form against mine. \"Goodnight Shawn.\"

\"Night Lucius.\"

I did not fall asleep right away- I couldn\'t. All that I thought of was how much time I had left here at the ranch... And with Shawn.

TBC.