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The Adventures of the Sex-God Savior	By : Camorgan Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Lucius Views: 30139 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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The Adventures of the Sex-God Savior and the Drool-Worthy Death Eater

All the same warnings and disclaimers and what-not apply to this chapter as well.

If Lucius wasn't mistaken - which was most definitely the case, for Malfoys were never mistaken. Mistakes were for the lesser folk. - Harry was absolutely smitten with him. He'd always thought the boy was frightened of him, intimidated perhaps? Yet that day in the office, when he had graced him with his smile, he was almost certain it was not fear that caused his face to flush.

Oh, no. Harry Potter, the Golden Boy Savior, was attracted to him. The thought surprised Lucius. Mostly because he was pleased by it. His own reaction to it was a shock to him, because instead of rejoicing about the fact that Harry was damn sexy and he was probably fantastic in bed, he had found himself wondering if the boy was only attracted. Whether he liked Lucius.

The elder Malfoy had paused at this thought, setting his wine glass down and staring into the fire in near awe. Since Narcissa's death, Lucius had been colder than ever. His wife had been very dear to him, the love of his life and while he had always recognized his attraction to men, he hadn't seen himself having feelings for anyone after she died.

Yet, Harry...he was different. He felt his lips curling into a smile as he thought of his adorable blush. He supposed he should have been at least a little concerned about his age. Harry was the same age as his son, but he was of age now, right? So nothing illegal. Not that laws had ever stopped him before, of course.

So he made it a sort of mission, to test the waters, observe how Harry reacted to him. The dinner seemed to confirm it for him. He made sure to sit across from him, away from the rest of the group. He had been very pleased with the results, yet one last test to make sure couldn't hurt.

When he had had Harry in hallway alone, breathless with his presence, it was all he could do not to kiss him right there. But where would the fun be in that?

No, he had much better plans...

When Harry walked into his office the next morning, he was disappointed to find it empty. He took his seat at his desk and started in on his work, wondering where Lucius was. He had been shivering in anticipation for this morning, just to see him. He had it so bad.

The brunette quickly lost himself in his work, and so when a soft husky voice washed over his ear he stiffened, just barely biting back a moan.

"Good morning, Harry." Said man swallowed, his groin flooding with warmth much to his chagrin.

"G-good morning, Mr. Malfoy."

"Oh, please call me Lucius, remember?" The man was practically purring and Harry wondered if he made that noise in other situations too. He turned to look at him and stopped breathing. His hair was loose, hanging around his face, the platinum blonde locks shimmering. The man smelled delicious, and he felt slightly heady from it, not to mention his face was so close and his thin smirking lips taunting him.

Slowly, he met his eyes and gasped softly at the look in them. Burning desire, and a softly simmering affection. Harry couldn't help himself, he only had to shift forward a centimeter before their lips met. It was a hot whisper of a kiss, though it hardly stayed that way for long because soon Lucius was pressing forward.

Harry moaned as their lips crashed together. Suddenly Lucius' hand was buried in his unruly hair, gripping it and pulling his head back so he could kiss the boy deeper. Harry's head was spinning, heart beating against his chest so hard he was sure Lucius could hear it. His hands were somehow clutching the older man's robes, holding him close as his tongue delved into his mouth and took Harry's breath away.

When they parted, the brunette was panting softly. Avada Kedavra eyes met stony grey and he whispered one word.

"Wow..." Lucius' lips quirked upward, his hand moving around to cup his face. The man's thumb rubbed along Harry's lower lip which was red and slightly swollen from their none-too-gentle kiss. He looked as if he was thinking very hard about something, and when he leaned in and caught his lips in another kiss, it was drastically different than the last.

This one was soft, searching, and mind-bogglingly passionate. It made Harry melt, his arms wrapping around the older man's neck, fingers tangling in silky blonde hair. He gasped as he was pulled from his chair. Lucius spun him around until he was sitting in the chair, pulling him forward and into his lap. He moaned in surprise as long arms wrapped around his back, pushing him against the older man's body.

They kissed for what seemed like forever, a long, hot blur of pleasure that had Harry panting again as they parted. He rested his head against Lucius' forehead and tried to catch his breath.

"Lucius..."

"Yes?" His voice sounded different. It was warm and laced with something Harry had never heard in his tone before.

"What...what does this mean?"

"Hmm, what would you like it to mean?" Lucius asked with a hint of amusement. Harry pulled back slightly, meeting the man's eyes briefly before flushing a bit and looking down.

"I...I really like you." He said quietly. Lucius was silent for a moment, afraid, Harry looked back up at him only to gasp at the smile he saw on his face. The back of Lucius' hand raised to caress the side of his cheek. Barely breathing, Harry leaned into the touch.

"I am quite fond of you, Harry." He said, causing Harry to smile broadly.

"I was so afraid you would reject me." He admitted, blushing.

"I've surprised myself with how much I've taken to you. At first I thought I only found you incredibly handsome." Harry's face reddened even more. "Yet, I believe it is more than that."

"I thought the same thing. Only I thought you were absolutely drool worthy."

"Oh, you don't think that anymore?" Lucius asked, a wicked sort of smile on his lips.

"N-no...I do." Harry stuttered, smiling sheepishly. Lucius leaned in, kissing the side of Harry's mouth slightly.

"I admit I was under-phrasing a bit. For you are utterly delectable." He all but hissed. Harry shivered, his fingers clutching at the older man's shoulders.

"Especially when you're so responsive...I wonder, are you so sensitive every where else too?" He asked quietly, his tongue teasing Harry's lips, smiling at how the boy gasped and moaned.

"You'll have to find out." He breathed.

"Mmm, I do like that idea. Yet..." He kissed him firmly. "We are supposed to be working." He said. Harry smiled, slightly embarrassed.

"Er, right. Got a little distracted, you know."

"Indeed." Lucius said, his lips still curled into a smile. It was odd seeing the elder Malfoy smile so much, but none-the-less, it made Harry's heart warm. He made him smile...He moved from the man's lap, letting him walk back to his desk before taking his seat again.

Harry grinned softly as he sat down, Lucius' warmth still present on the leather. As they worked, their eyes would meet occasionally, each time causing a rush of warmth to spread over Harry's face. This had to be some kind of dream.

"Harry? ...Harry?" He started, looking over at Hermione suddenly.

"What?"

"You have that look on your face again, only..." She paused, a look of sudden comprehension dawning on her face. She smiled. "Something happened...between you and Mr. Malfoy." She said. Harry sighed, Hermione was way to perceptive for her own good. Despite his attempt at annoyance, a smile crept it's way onto his face. Lucius...

Hermione gasped, covering an awe-induced giggle.

"Oh my god. Are you...did he...?"

"Yeah." Harry breathed, his lips tingling with the very memory. His fingers played over the tea cup in front of him, which he had been neglecting as he stared into space and dreamt of a certain Malfoy.

"I can't believe it...what will everyone say?" Harry blinked, frowning a bit. He hadn't really thought much of that, at least he knew that Sirius wouldn't make a big deal out of it. Then again, that was before he knew that his godson had been on Lucius Malfoy's lap being kissed into oblivion. He decided he would leave that tiny part out. What his godfather didn't know couldn't hurt him.

"Er..."

"Is it official?"

"I wouldn't say that. I know he feels the same way about me though, and it only happened just yesterday, so..." Harry was interrupted by a sharp tapping at the window. He looked over at the window, seeing a large black eagle owl hovering there. He didn't recognize it, but stood to open the window anyway. The owl stuck out it's leg to offer a large scroll tied in a red silk ribbon.

Harry took it from the owl's leg, petting it's head and feeding it a bit of biscuit. The owl hooted, nibbling on it as it waited for Harry to read the letter. Harry untied the ribbon and unrolled the parchment. It was a heavy, creamy paper, whoever had sent it was surely rich and powerful.

To Mr. Harry Potter

Ron and Hermione Weasley's residence,

Tea Room

From Mr. Lucius Malfoy

Harry,

I would like to cordially invite you to dinner at the Malfoy Manor this Friday evening, at 6 o'clock. I sincerely hope you accept my invitation. I am quite anxious to see you again, Mr. Potter.

Yours,

Lucius Malfoy

Harry smiled, the letter was so formal, yet he could hear the words leaving Lucius' mouth in a purr. He turned the parchment over and took a quill from Hermione. He wrote a response.

Lucius,

I would love to come to dinner, I couldn't possibly turn down a chance to see you. I will be there on Friday.

Love,

Harry

He sent the response back with the owl and leaned back in his chair, smiling.

"Wow, Harry, you're glowing from a letter." Hermione said, stifling a giggle.

"I know..." Harry said dreamily. Somehow, he just didn't care. He was completely taken by Lucius Malfoy.

"Harry, how many times are you going to change your clothes?"

Said man stared blankly at his wardrobe. How was someone like him supposed to dress to have dinner with someone like Lucius bloody Malfoy? He was currently in a pair of black slacks, black dress shoes and a tight grey undershirt. He couldn't for the life of him choose a shirt to wear. Was this formal? What did 'formal' and 'casual' even mean to a Malfoy anyway?

"As many times as I have to! Oh, Hermione, you're a girl, help me!" He called desperately. Hermione rolled her eyes, pushing Harry's door open to his room and walking in. She shot a glance at the pile of discarded shirts on the bed with a shake of her head and a smile.

"You're acting like a girl." She told him, shifting through the hangers in the wardrobe. She pulled out one, eyed it for a moment and then pushed it at him.

"Try that one. It matches your eyes." She said. Harry looked down at the emerald green sweater for a minute while Hermione pulled out a grey button up shirt and pushed a pair of neat grey loafers at him.

"Here. Change." She left the room, giving Harry privacy as he changed into the clothes she had handed him. He looked at himself in the mirror, shocked by how well the clothing suited him. Why didn't he take Hermione's advice more often? He laughed to himself as he tried in vain to flatten his hair. He'd been asking himself that question for years.

His best friend smiled in triumph as Harry stepped out of his room fully dressed and smelling of some expensive cologne she had bought him for Christmas.

"Really, Harry, what would you do with out me?"

"I really don't want to find out." He replied with a chuckle, hugging his friend before disapperating.

"Master Harry! Master Lucius has been expecting you. Please follow Juniper, Master Harry." Harry smiled down at the house elf who led him down several drafty, formal halls and eventually into a large sitting room.

Honestly, it was bigger than his entire flat. He had to admire how well Lucius kept his house and his elves. Juniper looked very clean and was wearing a spotless white uniform with the Malfoy crest embroidered in green.

The sitting room almost seemed empty at first. A fire crackled warmly in a large granite fireplace, casting shadows and light over the red hued room. It seemed surprisingly cozy and luxurious compared the silvers, whites and pale greens of what Harry had seen so far. He decided he liked the room and moved to sit in one of the couches, only to notice he wasn't alone after all.

Lucius turned, nearly taking Harry's breath away. He took a moment just to drink him in. Even from a distance, Harry was very aware of how far the older man towered over him. He was dressed completely in black except for the hint of a silver chain under his button up shirt that peeked though the first three buttons, left undone. He was not wearing a cloak or robes, and something about it's absence made his entire body seem longer. His hair was pulled into a loose pony tail at the nape of his neck, his thin fingers curled around his cane.

Harry snapped out of his reverie as the elder Malfoy smiled slowly. It was a smug, arrogant sort of smirk. The kind that told Harry he knew exactly what had been going through his head, and that he was basking in the attention. A blush blossomed over Harry's face.

"Mr. Potter, like what you see?" He asked, his lazy drawl sending shivers down Harry's spine. He took a steadying breath, smiling and letting his eyes move over his form boldly. He wasn't a Gryffindor for nothing.

"Very much." Lucius' eyebrow rose, intrigued and honestly aroused by Harry's straight forward response. His lips twitched upward in amusement as he strode toward Harry, successfully backing him against the arm of the couch. Harry's breath caught in his throat as he gazed up at the tall man in front of him, so close that if he wrapped a hand around his neck and stood on his toes, he could press their mouths together. His mind went a bit hazy at the memory of their last kiss and he licked his lips in anticipation.

"I'm so glad you came, Mr. Potter. You see, I've been so anxious to give you a tour of my home. I think you'll quite enjoy my private chambers." The younger man gripped Lucius' shoulders, unaware of when he had set his hands there.

"I think you're right in that assumption." He replied, his voice breathy.

"Oh, seriously. You two are making me sick to my stomach. I haven't even eaten yet. Bloody hell." Harry's eyes went wide, shocked stiff as the arrogant snarl of Draco Malfoy filled the room. He could have sworn he saw Lucius roll his eyes as he took a calm step back.

"Draco." He said pleasantly.

"Don't 'Draco' me like that, father. Well, let's see him then, who had captured your fickle heart this time?" Harry panicked a little bit, Draco didn't know he was coming. Hell! He didn't know Draco was even going to be here. He looked at Lucius in alarm, who only took his hand and tugged him gently to his side as if it was the most normal thing in world for Lucius Malfoy to have Harry Golden-Boy-Savior Potter pressed against a sofa.

"Oh hell. I should have known. Leave it to my father to pick the one man in the entire Wizarding community that would cause the biggest fuss and commotion. Only the best for the Malfoy patriarch, he just couldn't stand it if his life was calm. Only pandemonium and chaos for us Malfoys! We couldn't have the public forgetting that he is the most powerful and wealthy wizard. Wiggling out his sentence and then topping it all off with a cherry flavored Boy-Who-Lived as a big V to the world. Lucius may be a former death eater, but he's so wealthy and sexy, he can woo even goody-two-shoes Potter!"

Harry blinked, looking over at Lucius, who looked absolutely bored with his son's ranting. It occurred to Harry that Draco might be kind of insane.

"Does he do that a lot?" He asked under his breath.

"Oh, yes. Draco, if you're finished, I believe dinner is waiting." Lucius said airily.

"Of course, of course. Anything for you, father!" Draco said sarcastically, turning on his heel and stalking off toward what Harry assumed was the direction of the dinning room. Harry glanced over at Lucius who offered his arm to him graciously. Harry blushed a bit and took it.

If Harry had ever thought about what it would be like to have dinner with the Malfoys, he was quite sure he had never, in his wildest imaginations, thought it would be like this. They were seated around a rather small mahogany dinning table. The dinning room itself was nothing like he imagined the Malfoy's dinning room would be. It wasn't huge and airy, and they, in fact, did not sit at opposite sides of a long table and eat in silence.

In reality, the room was about the size of the sitting room, and seemed just as warm. It too had a fire, and was decorated in dark earth tones. Instead of a stifling silence, a small group of violinists sat in the corner and played softly. It seemed that no matter how big, the Malfoy's rooms always showed great wealth.

While it wasn't an extravagant three course meal including a feathered swan and caviar, the Malfoy's house elves were serving food of great quality. Harry wasn't sure he'd ever tasted better filet mignon in his life, or drank more expensive Belgian wine. Actually, he'd never drank Belgian wine before.

It also wasn't really that awkward. Sure, Draco was an arrogant prat, and Harry was almost positive that he was a bit touched in the head. He wondered how he had never noticed that Draco was so amusing at Hogwarts. He had probably never gotten past the malicious jibes the younger Malfoy had sent his way. Now that his school days were over, and there was no Dark Lord threatening all their lives and torturing 16 year old boys, Harry and Draco actually got along alright.

"So then Blaise, the bloody idiot, tells Pansy that she shouldn't cry too much about losing me to the grasps of homosexuality because while I was rather excellent in bed, and had an overabundance of wealth, and she was unlikely to find anyone better, she still had one thing to hold on to. Well, she was about sobbing now, and looked at him and asked what she had, but then he was all 'oh, wait, maybe not...well, sorry about your luck.' She was so upset and I'm pretty sure she's planning his murder as we speak. No matter, I couldn't possibly let her murder him, he is far too marvelous with his mouth."

Harry was laughing at this, embarrassingly setting his wine glass down as he had almost choked on the liquid at Malfoy's extended rant. Lucius himself was looking rather amused to Harry's right, languidly running his fingers along the rim of his glass.

"Draco, really. Don't feel bad at all about crushing Pansy's dreams?" Harry asked, chuckling.

"What? Of course not! She should have known better than to fall in love with me. Even I can tell that I'm about as obviously gay as Hagrid is a giant. Plus, I'm bloody gorgeous, no straight man could be this good looking."

"As amusing as your sudden friendship with Harry is, Draco, I should like to spend some time alone with him."

"Oh! Don't let me intrude. Merlin, I've been hoping you'd bring some saucy man home, it's right time you got laid." Draco said casually, standing up from the table and looking unconcerned with his father's raised eyebrow. Harry's face flushed immediately, both at being called 'saucy', and the implication that Lucius was going to sweep him away to his room and screw him into the mattress...oh...his mind shut down slightly at that thought and he was suddenly assaulted with various images. Detailed images at that.

He was snapped out of his thoughts as he felt Lucius' gaze fall on him. He flushed even deeper, feeling as if Lucius could tell what was going through his head. He met the older wizard's eyes and nearly gasped at the intense look in the silver depths. His heart gave a funny jump and he suddenly couldn't breathe.

"Harry." Lucius said softly, though in such a way that Harry sincerely wished he would indeed sweep him away to his bedroom.

"Y-yes?" He asked.

"Come here..."

A/N: It has come to my attention that my description of Draco could be taken very offensively. I have changed the term that was offensive and I hope no one else has been offended by my wording. To make it very clear, Draco is supposed to be seen as a rather humorous and hyper-active character, and any terms referring to him as insane or otherwise are to be taken lightly. I apologize once again.

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