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Scars	By : KJmom827 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Lucius Views: 20250 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Harry is waiting for me in my study when I return. He's curled up in the chair closet to the hearth and he's reading. He's reading the letters from Draco. He looks up as I step out of the flames and gives me a small smile.

"Did you enjoy your time with Snape?" The letter he was reading is discarded - seemingly forgotten immediately - onto the table beside the chair.

"I did, very much. How was your visit with Mrs. Weasley?"

"Um…enlightening. You'd best start calling her by her first name. I think she's going to be coming around quite often." I raise an eyebrow, but nod in acceptance. I'll have to try very hard to win that one over, smart girl she is.

"I would expect no less. Do you feel better?" He stretches his legs and stands. Then, he clears the three steps between us, wraps his arms around my waist, and tilts his head up to look at me.

"Much better." His grin is contagious; I return it and feel him hug me a little tighter. I'm going to ask him about his choice of reading material, but first I'm going to kiss him. I think I've been denying us for too long,

I tuck a finger under his chin and tilts his head a little further. I see realization dawn on him and his breath hitches. I haven't initiated too many kisses and he's excited that I'm taking the lead. I press my lips to his, just a feather light caress, and he moans. I keep the kiss chaste for as long as I can stand, then nip gently at his bottom lip.

The moment my teeth come into play, he gasps and opens for me. I slide my tongue along his lips for a moment before slipping it slowly into the cavern of his mouth. He responds immediately and enthusiastically. He tries to press his body more deeply into mine, but I keep the heat growing between us to a slow simmer. I force his tongue to adopt my rhythm; slow, languid strokes.

When I try to pull away, he quickly reaches up to tangle his hand in my hair. I've worn it loose since the night he told me how much he loves it. He keeps the pace I've started with our mouths, and tenderly runs his fingers through my hair. I let him have his way, soon he'll have to breathe.

No sooner than the thought crosses my mind, he releases my lips and rests his head against my chest. He's panting into the fabric of my shirt and I feel a gust work its way between the buttons and skim warmly across my skin.

I have no idea how I'll resist him. He won't let me distance myself and I cannot take this any further. The air around us is positively thick with need, and both of us are shaking.

"Harry…" My voice cracks, I clear my throat, and he giggles.

"I'm so glad I'm not the only one affected. Yeah, I know, no hanky-panky. It's ok, really. I'm just glad you're finally kissing me; finally letting me touch you."

"Yes, well, a man can only resist temptation for so long. I'm afraid I've reached my limit." I remember Severus and think maybe I reached it a long time ago.

"Good, I'm glad you find me tempting then." He lets his hands drop and steps back.

"I was thinking we should cuddle on the couch with a good book tonight."

"Cuddle?" I can't help it, I just don't think I've ever been asked to cuddle before. Severus is a very tactile person, but he never asked. Narcissa, while extremely sweet and caring, didn't care much for being held.

"Yeah, you know, we stretch out together - arms and legs are involved - get all tangled up and just enjoy each other's company." Brat. As if I don't know the meaning of the word.

"I'm aware of what it is you're asking, it's just a foreign concept to me; not the action, the question. I think…I think I'd like that very much, Harry." I really would, in fact, I'm wondering why we don't just start now.

He grins - will I ever tire of that? "Fantastic, now, I'm going to take these up to my room and finish. This is something I'd kind of like to do alone." He scoops up the letters from Draco and gives me one more lingering look before leaving the room. I can't help but notice there's a bounce in his step.

With a sigh, I flop - very ungracefully - into the chair still warm from Harry's body heat. I've nothing to do but wait for him to return. I lean my head back and let my eyes close. I find myself swept away in long-buried memories that my talk with Severus seems to have pushed to the fore of my mind.

"Did you read the paper today, Lucius?" He's sitting behind the desk in his office and I can see his struggle to remain there. No, I didn't read it, but I know what was there all the same. I'd almost talked myself out of coming here, but the desire to see him - feel him - again was just too strong.

"No, I did not. Surely you aren't surprised by this, Severus. You knew it was coming." I'd told him directly after the first time he kissed me. I knew, even then, that one kiss would never be enough. I knew I'd fall in love with that boy. I did, he did, but it matters very little. It never really mattered because there was no light at the end of the tunnel for us.

His eyes flash with a warning I don't quite understand - or maybe I don't want to understand. His jaw clenches and I see every muscle in his body go rigid with barely restrained fury.

"I thought…I hoped-"

"And I kept telling you to stop. I am to be wed in less than two weeks. My father is - as you know - very ill. We are hurrying things along so that he can see his only son get married before he dies. He will watch me get married, Severus."

In a flash he's up and around his desk. Before I can think to defend myself he punches me in the nose and I feel a trickle of blood, despite my numb shock.

"What-"

"That was for making me love you, you fucking bastard." Then I'm pushed into the wall and his lips are on mine. They're hot and wet and so-bloody-perfect that I wonder how I'll ever be able to kiss anyone else and not think of him.

He pulls back and rests his head firmly against mine. I hear him whimper and I open my eyes to see the tears that are making steady progress down his face.

He speaks again through labored breath, "And that was for loving me back."

"Lucius?" I snap my eyes open and turn to look at Harry. A quick glance to the clock behind him tells me I've been sleeping for a few hours. I shake my head to clear any remaining thoughts of Severus.

"I'm sorry, Harry. I must have dozed off." My voice is raspy in a way that says that I hadn't dozed, I'd slept heavily.

"Sure, that's the reason I only had to call your name five times. Come on, it's almost dinner time." I take his hand and let him lead me to the dining room.

Once we're seated and enjoying the first course, I take a chance and ask him about the letters.

"So, if I may ask, did Hermione suggest you read Draco's letters?" Her name feels weird on my tongue, but I can't bring myself to deny his request.

"Yeah. She said it might help me find some closure or something silly like that. She asked me to move in with them. She said George would be thrilled and she's missed me. I told her no, by the way. I think she suspects something is going on with us. She kept looking at me funny when I said anything about you."

I'm almost certain she had suspicions before I even left, but I don't tell him that.

"Does that bother you?"

"No, why would it bother me?" He looks utterly confused, as if there truly is nothing of which to be ashamed.

"Harry, not only am I old enough to be your father, but I'm also your ex-lover's father. On top of that, I'm an ex-death eater. There are many reasons your friends and the wizarding world in general will look down on us."

"And? Hermione will be ok once she realizes how good you are for me. The rest of them? I don't give a rat's hairy arse what they think." He stuffs another bite of food into his mouth and smiles around it. It should be disgusting, but I find it very-Harry and extremely endearing.

I want to argue with him - tell him how hard it will be - but maybe I can let myself believe, just for a bit, that we'll be ok. He seems so sure of it, that I find it difficult to be the voice of gloom and doom.

"Eat up, Lucius. We have a date." He winks at me and turns his full attention to the meal in front of him.

A date. How long has it been since I've had a date? Granted this isn't a real date, but still. No matter how hard I try, I cannot remember a single time that I've actually been asked on or asked another person on a date. Severus and I always had to be so discreet, and Narcissa was my intended wife before I even met her the first time. We had to rush the wedding so there was no courting, not that it was necessary anyway. Sure, we went out to eat and such, but she was my wife. There was nothing remotely nerve-wracking about it.

I suddenly realize what it is I'm doing. I'm entering a relationship with no clue as to how it will turn out. There is no reason that I can't be with him and there is nothing forcing me to be with him. It's strange that I can have so many years on him - so much experience - and still feel like I'm floundering in a odd new land.

As soon as we talk to Draco, I'm taking Harry out. I'm going to wine and dine him. I'm going to hold his hand and maybe even kiss him - in public. Well, that is, if he is agreeable. I don't think that will be an issue.

We skip desert and Harry suggests pajamas again. He also implies what he wouldn't mind helping me change; this boy is going to be the death of me. I'm really not looking forward to discussing this with my son, but I'll be damned glad when it's done. Dinner and wine…then my bed. Surely I can hold out a few more days?

A/N: I hope the Severus dream/memory doesn't seem out of place, I just felt like that would be weighing heavily on Lucius after their visit. Plus, I'm considering (in the distant future) actually writing the prequel that has been requested. So, I was trying it out on you. But, if that happens it won't be soon. I have a lot on my plate right now. I'm working on 4 stories so yeah, hands very full. Anyhoo, all my virtual love til next time.
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