Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

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.

Chapter List
- 12
- 13
- 14
Summary: Lucius enjoys watching Harry have fun.
Harry begins to see just where he truly stands with Lucius.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“So this is w-why you wanted me to change!” Harry excitedly exclaimed as he took in the room before them with wide eyes. Loud music; flashing, multicolored lights; alcohol; and a dancefloor crammed with, mostly, young people grinding and raving to the beat.

An emerald gaze snapped up to regard his master incredulously; once again marveling over just how good he looked in the black, muggle jeans he was wearing with one of his showier button-ups. He shouted over the din, “this… does n-not seem like something you do!”

Lucius snickered as he led them toward an empty booth on the front side of the bar and loudly responded, “you are absolutely correct. Even whatever party potion Tom slipped me isn’t quite enough to get me out there; at least, not anymore.” He sat himself on the edge of one of the bench seats, took ahold of Harry’s hips, and pulled him close to stand between his spread thighs so that they could hear each other better. “Watching you, however,” he purred, “would be of great interest to me, whether I am high or not.”

Harry glanced at the wild crowd for a second before turning wide, eager eyes back on Lucius. “What w-would you like to see?” he queried; vibrating so strongly in anticipation that the blonde man could feel it in his hands still holding the smaller body in place.

“Mostly… I want to see you have fun,” Lucius honestly replied. Immediately, the hips in his grasped slipped away and he had to quickly grab a thin wrist to stop the enthusiastic, young man. “I wasn’t finished,” he teasingly admonished as Harry returned to his previous position.

“Sorry,” the dark-haired boy said in an exaggerated whisper as he bounced animatedly.

Lucius shuddered expectantly at Harry’s excitement; suddenly wondering if he’d rather they just go back home so he could fuck him raw instead. But no, no; Harry clearly wanted to enjoy himself out there now, so he couldn’t do that to him.

“Rules,” he finally managed to force passed his lips. “First, you will stay where I can see you. Second, you may only dance like that…” he gestured to the general crowd before continuing, “with other Pets. Thirdly, you will put a stop to anyone else who does touch you, or I will. And last, I’d like to be aware of where your hands are at all times, as well as those of whoever you are partnered up with at the moment. Understand?”

Harry nodded and tried to walk away again, but Lucius had too tight of a hold on him still. “If anyone bothers you, do not hesitate to let me know,” the blonde man gently stated, though more seriously than before.

“I will,” Harry agreed with a nod and a soft smile before attempting to back out of his master’s grip for a third time.

“Ah, ah. One last thing before I let you go,” Lucius murmured hotly; nearly inaudible over the music. The black-haired Pet grinned knowingly; not needing to be told what was expected of him, given the silvery gaze fixated on his mouth.

As Harry leaned in to fulfill the unspoken request, the hands on his hips jumped up his back and pulled him flush against the larger body. Their lips met briefly, but fiercely while one set of long, pale fingers tangled in a thick mane of dark hair.

Reluctantly, Harry wrenched away from his high, horny master. “Can I go now?” he muttered with a tilt of his head back toward the dancefloor behind him when the hands still refused to release him though.

Lucius slowly and grudgingly relaxed his grip; allowing Harry to be on his way. He slid back on his seat; hungrily watching his Pet, dressed in the same silver negligee from their party the month before, cross the room. This time though, he insisted a pair of black, spandex shorts be worn under it. Once his back was against the wall behind him, he gave the table an unceremonious shove toward the other side of the booth to give himself some space.

Reaching the edge of the crowd, Harry glanced back at Lucius one more time and nervously bit his lower lip. He received a reassuring nod of encouragement instantly and when he returned his attention to the ravers in front of him, a female Pet, no more than a year or two older than himself, reached out and yanked him into the chaos.

“You are so adorable,” she gushed as her arms went around his neck.

It took him a minute to find his rhythm; not so much because of the unfamiliarity or newness of the environment, but simply due his absolute lack of attraction to women. His awkwardness caused a pout to form on the lips of his auburn-haired dance partner as he tried to mirror her enthusiasm.

Just before Harry could apologize and extract himself from her embrace, a large pair of hands found his waist and a very solid, more than obviously male, body pressed against his rear. His head tilted back until he could see there was a muscled, shirtless black man leering down at him.

From that angle, in combination with the flurry of movement and flashing of lights, Harry couldn’t tell if he was wearing a collar or not. So, without dislodging the young woman wrapped around him, he lifted his arms up and around the neck of the taller man behind him.

Upon, thankfully, finding what he was looking for, the smaller Pet’s hips fell into time with the ones grinding against his backside. The girl still on his front noticed the shift in both his mood and movement and happily adjusted to match them. Finally, Harry looked back over at the booth his master was occupying and held his heavy gaze as he undulated to the beat.

The blonde took a sip from a drink he’d ordered in the meantime as he was thoroughly enraptured by his Pet’s swaying body. For over an hour, the pair maintained almost continuous eye contact as the dark-haired teen moved from partner to partner on the edge of the dance floor.

Eventually, a sweaty, panting, and worked up Harry rushed back over to Lucius; who now had the top few buttons of his shirt undone due to the excessive body heat in the club, as well as the party potion still coursing through his veins. He casually pointed at a glass of water sitting on the table and was glad he did not have to actually order Harry to hydrate himself.

Once he’d nearly drained the glass, eighteen-year-old set it back down with a clink and regarded the seated man with eager eyes. He all but lunged at him; straddling his lap and engaging him in a ferocious battle of tongues.

Lucius, still very much rolling his ass off, did not hesitate to reciprocate. One hand buried in dark hair and the other found a firm arse as Harry began to move his hips against him to the beat of the music.

A loud gasp of his name cut through the lust and drug induced haze in Lucius’ mind just enough for him to remember where they were. “Harry…” he panted; trying to keep the impatient, young man off his mouth long enough to speak an entire sentence. “Any more and I will not have the sense to keep from fucking you right here.”

Emerald green eyes looked fervently into silver and Lucius received a single, heated word in reply, “so?”

Lucius shuddered at the throaty response before he had his mouth occupied once again and a set of nimble fingers were releasing his erection from behind its confines. He unsheathed his wand from up one of his long sleeves and first used it to cut a conveniently placed tear in the seam of Harry’s shorts. But a moment a later, it was the tiny body in his arms shuddering as he used the well versed spells to prepare him.

In the time it took Lucius to deposit his, now unneeded, wand on the table beside them, Harry had mounted his cock and, with a firm grasp on his shoulders, was riding him like there was no tomorrow. His own hands returned to their previous positions and he used the one gripping a dark-haired nape to pull their mouths back together in an attempt to muffle any cries of passion that would inevitably slip out.

As a result of his enhanced sense of pleasure, Lucius found himself coming within the tight channel far sooner than usual. He held the lithe body firmly against himself; reducing the other’s movements to nothing more than shallow grinding as they both rode out their own orgasms, his having triggered Harry’s.

The black-haired Pet slackened his grip and collapsed against his master’s heavying torso; both taking a minute to calm their racing hearts.

“You know,” Lucius eventually began; speaking directly in Harry’s ear so he wouldn’t have to shout, “I was drugged with a potion basically designed to lead to this.” He then tittered, “so, I was wondering what your excuse was.”

Harry tilted his head back to look up at him as he replied breathily against a pale neck, “absolutely. Raging. Pregnancy. Hormones.” He rocked his pelvis lightly into the wider one beneath him because, in point of fact, he was the one who was still hard.

Before Lucius could react to this information, a stern voice loudly interrupted them with a call of, “excuse me!” The attention of both men snapped to the very large wizard standing with his arms crossed at the end of their booth. “I’m gonna need to ask you gentlemen to either leave or be escorted out.” The teen had the decency to look ashamed and buried his face against Lucius’ chest in embarrassment.

A snicker rumbled beneath him and a soft kiss was pressed to the top of his head before the older man replied to the bouncer, “one hundred percent understandable. I assure you, we will be gone momentarily.” He subtly gestured toward the fact that he and Harry were still connected and therefore needed time to right themselves.

The man gave him a curt nod and held up a single finger to indicate they had one minute to be walking out the door under their own power. He left them alone to monitor from afar once he received a nod of acknowledgement in return.

They swiftly extricated themselves from each other and, once Lucius had his pants zipped back up, he retrieved his wand to repair the intentional damage to Harry’s shorts. They then stood from the bench seat; the blonde grabbing their half-finished drinks as they moved. He turned back toward the booth when they were both clear of it and flicked his wand to right the table to its standard position.

Harry followed as Lucius made a beeline for the bar to leave their glasses; emptying his own on the way. They clinked together as he set them down before dropping a handful of silver coins from his pocket next to them; more than enough to cover the three drinks he’d had. After exchanging a friendly nod of recognition with one of the bartenders, the pair exited the building.

As they strolled away from the club, Harry looked up at his master and nervously asked, “d-do you need me to apparate us home, t-too?” He’d already apparated them to Diagon Alley to begin with and he was not fond of doing it again.

Being a Pet meant he wasn’t even allowed to get his license; so more importantly, he had no formal training. Lucius had just very quickly realized that giving Harry his green tag meant being interrupted to take him places. The man decided to teach his Pet to apparate himself. As long as Harry was careful, and he always was, they’d be fine.

The blonde man understood his Pet’s hesitance and with a sigh, he honestly explained, “if it was just me, I’d risk it. Or, fuck, maybe, may-be if you weren’t pregnant. But I’m not really comfortable putting either of you in danger of being splinched simply because I misjudged how hard I’m rolling on a party potion.”

Harry’s expression of unease turned to one of surprise. “It’s s-still that bad?” he exclaimed as he noted Lucius’ relatively relaxed posture; his hands clasped behind his back as they walked at a leisurely pace. “I mean, exc-cept for the fact that if I didn’t already kn-now your eyes are silver, I wouldn’t know what c-color they are right now; your pupils are so fucking b-big. But, other than that… you s-seem so calm,” the eighteen year old marveled.

Lucius smirked proudly at this fact. Glancing down at the boy beside him, he responded, “from a young age, I was taught the delicate art of allowing others to see only what I want them to see and I have spent my life perfecting it. And you seem to have missed the part where I have past experience with these potions.”

“Wait, what?” a dark head of Harry snapped up from the path they were walking.

“Remember when we got there; I said the one potion Tom drugged me with wasn’t enough to get me on the dancefloor anymore?” Lucius reminded him. “I was young once, too.”

“Ooh,” Harry uttered but then a little cheekily continued, “I j-just thought you meant because you’re too o-old.”

Silver eyes playfully glared down at the mop of black hair walking next to him. “Well, yes, I suppose that would be the most simplistic and offensive way of putting it,” he sniggered as he brought them to a halt where the two alleys met. He then asked, “are you willing to apparate us? Otherwise, if I recall correctly, The Leaky Cauldron has floo powder for purchase in single use amounts.”

Harry anxiously bit his lip, but truthfully replied, “I’d really prefer the f-floo.”

Lucius nodded and they turned in the direction of the pub.

“So, c-can I ask you something kinda… personal, I g-guess?” the green-eyed teen asked as they continued on.

“Ask; and if I answer at all, it won’t be a lie.”

Harry took a deep breath. “Do… d-do I only s-see w-what you w-want me to…?” he queried; his stutter returning in full force.

A comforting hand wrapped around his waist as they walked before he received a soft reply of, “no. You get all of me. You and… until recently, Draco. But no one else.”

Deciding a change of subject was needed, Harry asked a very different question. “W-what does it feel like?”

“The potion?” Dark hair bobbed in response. “It relaxes and enhances pleasure for the imbiber; lowering inhibitions in the process. Basically, everything you thought was good before is like pure ecstasy. Food, fabric, music… sex,” Lucius purred his final example. “And you can’t get enough of it.” He suddenly removed his arm from around Harry as he realized his touching was growing in intensity and returned both behind his own back.

“I t-take it I feel good?”

“You feel…” The blonde man slowed to a complete stop as he thought about how to answer that. “You mentioned how calm I look, and yes, this would generally be considered a relaxed demeanor. But in truth, I have been holding my own hands in place for the most part because it is taking every ounce of my willpower not to pin you to the nearest wall and take you for as long as humanly possible.”

Harry grinned up at his master, reached for one of his clasped hands, and began to drag him toward their destination. “We’d better get home then.”
- 12
- 13
- 14
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Lucius' Pet