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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

"Come here..."

All the air left in him rushed out at the soft demand, his heart speeding up. He stood from the chair, trembling, and slowly approached Lucius, who was only a couple strides away. He watched Harry intently, lounging arrogantly in his chair. Some how his cocky nature only made Harry want him more. When Harry was close enough, Lucius reached out, placing his long fingered hand delicately on the small of the younger man's back. He tugged the boy closer.

Harry landed neatly in Lucius's lap, his hands flying to the back of the chair to steady himself. The effect was instant, their foreheads brushing for a moment before Harry met the silver eyes, gasped softly and tilted his head to mesh their lips together. Harry arched into Lucius, a soft, desperate whimper escaping his lips. The kiss seemed to go on and on, reducing Harry to a melted, moaning mess.

After what seemed like an eternity, Lucius broke their kiss, leaving Harry gasping as his sinful mouth moved to his neck. The kisses and nips felt like fire on his skin, and when Lucius suddenly sucked violently on a sensitive spot, Harry couldn't hold back the stunned moan that followed. His fingers tightened on the chair behind his head as older lover clearly marked his territory.

Harry couldn't imagine being more aroused, yet Lucius never ceased to amaze. His mouth left the large red mark on his neck to press seductively against his ear. He inhaled sharply, shuddering as the man's breath hit his flesh. He was whimpering pathetically by the time Lucius began to purr into his ear.

"You are mine, Mr. Potter. Mine."

"Mm, Merlin, yes." He could feel it as Lucius smiled predatorily against his ear. The next thing he knew they were disapparating, and suddenly Harry was on his back on a rather large bed. His heart skipped a beat, realizing he must be in Lucius' bed. He opened his eyes to look, but before he could take in the details of the room, his emerald eyes fluttered shut in surprised pleasure. The older wizard's lips were on his again, making any curiosity melt away as Harry himself melted into Lucius.

He felt hot, so hot as Lucius' lips and tongue made his head spin. He suddenly wanted more, wanted desperately to touch Lucius. His hands moved from holding the man's face, running his fingers through the amazingly soft, white blonde hair and freeing it from it's ribbon. It cascaded down around their faces like a silky curtain. Harry moaned softly, tangling his hands in it and pulling.

Lucius was never one to sit back and let his lovers lead the action. He was undeniably the dominant person in this relationship and he was quite pleased with that prospect. The mere thought of Harry writhing under his hands moved him to take their play a bit further.

The first touch of his fingers to Harry's skin was rewarded with a sharp gasp. Lucius reveled in his ability to evoke such reactions and found himself wanting to see all the variations there were and how exactly sensitive the boy was. He began slow, brushing over Harry's collarbone and the juncture between his neck and shoulder where he had left a blazing red mark. The dark haired man let out a shuddering moan at this and Lucius stored the possibility of slight masochism in the back of his mind. He continued, running down his clothed chest with slight annoyance. Well, he would just have to fix that.

The long fingers slipped under the cloth, meeting a warm, muscled torso. His touch was ever so gentle, yet Harry was gasping and shuddering violently beneath him, his fingers tightening in his hair. Lucius groaned lightly, enjoying the pull at his hair. It was a certain kink of his. Harry, shivering, noticed this with a smile before gasping and choking on a moan. Lucius' thumb had just brushed lightly over his nipple. With a smirk, the older man rubbed harder.

"A-ah!" Harry cried, arching into the touch, eyes wide. He was shocked, he had never even thought of his nipples being so sensitive. Lucius was merciless as he found that Harry's nipples drove the boy crazy, slipping both hands up his shirt to pinch and rub along them.

"Please, L-Lucius!" Harry whined, his breath coming out in pants.

"Mm, please what?" He asked calmly, his lips assaulting his neck once more.

"Merlin, touch me more..."

"Touch you where?" Lucius asked, his hot breath flooding over Harry's ear. Harry trembled, pulling on all his courage to boldly wrap his leg around Lucius' and tug him down so he lay between Harry's spread legs. With a soft moan he rolled his hips upward, gasping as his erection slid over Lucius' taut stomach, and as a similar hardness pressed against his.

"Everywhere." He whimpered.

Something about Lucius' calm seemed to shatter. Harry gasped sharply as the man pulled back, a wicked gleam in his eyes. His sweater was pulled off in an instant, thrown off the side of the bed carelessly as Lucius' deft fingers unbuttoned his shirt. Silver eyes met heated emerald as long hands whispered down Harry's chest, teasing hyper-sensitive nipples and following every contour. When they reached the top of Harry's slacks, they gripped the thin hips suddenly.

"Ah!" Harry's head fell back, mouth open, his hold in the soft blonde hair tightening as Lucius' hips ground mercilessly into his own. The friction was so delicious.

"Clothes...mm...off." He moaned, his fingers slipping hastily over the buttons on Lucius' shirt, slowly revealing perfect milky skin. He groaned softly, pushing the shirt away and running his hands reverently up his arms.

"You seem quite eager, Mr. Potter." Lucius drawled, rolling his hips down. Harry cried out, arching up against Lucius' bare chest and moaning as their skin touched.

"Merlin, I want you so badly." He replied desperately.

"You want me, Mr. Potter? In what way? How much of me? Do you want tonight, do you just want sex?" Lucius asked, his voice soft yet insistent. Harry shook his head, trying to arch into Lucius as much as possible.

"No...I want it all. I want all of you, Lucius." He whispered, his voice shaking slightly. Lucius' heart gave a jump, a rush of longing and affection rushing through him.

"Will you be mine, Harry? Truly?" He asked quietly, meeting the large emerald eyes. Harry seemed to freeze for a moment, knowing this moment changed everything. Knowing that saying yes, would mean so much more than 'dating' Lucius Malfoy. The man was dominating, he craved power, he possessed everything completely. Harry knew that would not exclude him. He took a deep breath, the thought of Lucius possessing him, of belonging to only him, setting his entire body aflame all over again. He knew that he wanted to be no where more than in Lucius' arms.

"...Yes. I'm yours, Lucius Malfoy...Completely."

Lucius' body was atop his instantly, their bare chests meeting finally. Harry sighed in pleasure, which quickly turned to a gasp as a long hand gripped his unruly black hair and tugged back. A soft moan followed, muffled as Lucius' demanding lips crashed down on his. Harry melted into the kiss, yielding at once to the older wizard's tongue and wrapping his arms around his shoulders.

Lucius had never heard sweeter words. Never in his life had he felt like this. Sure, he had felt in control and powerful before, but never so fiercely protective, so absolutely consumed by feeling. He wanted to love the man beneath him, wanted to take him into his arms and make him never want to leave. Wanted to have him squirm and writhe and moan under his fingers and chant over and over that he loved him. This one, and only thought, made him stop. He cursed himself slightly for it, knowing that he very well have shagged Harry Potter tonight. But Lucius wanted to do more than shag his brains out, he wanted the love to be in it. They had very strong feelings for each other, there was no doubt, but it wasn't love yet.

Harry's eyes fluttered open in confusion, meeting Lucius' and frowning slightly at the expression on his face.

'Is...is something wrong?" He asked softly, suddenly nervous. Lucius shook his head, gazing down at him intently. Harry's breath left him as Lucius' hand caressed the side of his face, brushing his thumb over his lower lip, which was red and swollen from kissing. The look in his eyes was unmistakable, a simmering, strong fondness.

"Nothing at all, Harry." His first name struck him hard. He realized it was the first time he had used it since they had started kissing. For reasons unknown, he blushed, leaning into the touch ever so slightly. Lucius gave him a heart-stopping smile, and Harry knew he was gone for good.

"As much as I desperately want to keep you in my bed tonight, it seems you have awoken a rather traditional part of myself." Harry opened his mouth, confusion evident in his furrowed eyebrows.

"Harry," He said, meeting the brilliant green eyes again. Harry closed his mouth, listening.

"I...I've never felt this strongly for someone before. I desire you more than I can comprehend. If I was any younger or more stupid, I would take you right now. Yet...I want more than that for us. I want the night that you give yourself to me to be the best night of your life. I don't want you to regret anything. I want you to be able to say that you love me. I am a jealous and possessive man, and I want every part of you to be mine."

Harry stared at him, seeing those cold silver eyes turn warm, and hearing that lazy arrogant drawl tense and take a serious, almost pleading tone. It was absolutely mind boggling. Harry felt a rush of affection, heat far different from earlier pooling in his chest. He smiled broadly, leaning up to kiss Lucius' thin mouth. Happiness took hold of him, and it seemed to click into place. He was, rapidly and surely, falling in love with Lucius Malfoy. The best part of it was that his arms were there to catch him.

"I always knew you were an honorable man, Mr. Malfoy." He said, smiling sweetly at him, only a hint of teasing in his tone. Lucius' smile turned instantly into a smirk, his lips pressing hotly against Harry's ear.

"Just because I'm not going to shag you yet, doesn't mean I won't tease you mercilessly, Mr. Potter. My honor only extends so far, you see." Harry gasped softly, laughing lightly.

"Of course not, I would be worried if you turned all righteous on me." Harry said, smiling.

"You are an insufferable brat." Harry shuddered, looking alarmed.

"You sound like Snape." Lucius rolled his eyes, moving gracefully to the side. He leaned in toward Harry and kissed him softly on the lips before standing from the bed and stretching languidly. Harry couldn't help but let his eyes stray down his toned back and pause on his firm arse.

"That, Mr. Potter, is an intolerable accusation." Lucius said, pulling his hair back into a perfect ponytail. He turned his steely eyes onto Harry, who was lounging on the bed with his hands resting above his head and one leg slightly bent. His eyes twinkled wickedly, a smile playing at his lips. Lucius let his gaze wander purposefully, almost reconsidering his sudden streak of nobleness.

"Would you like to join me by the fire?" He asked, extending a hand to him. Harry smiled, taking his hand and following him to the large fireplace that he had overlooked in his distraction earlier.

"Are you serious?' Harry asked, laughing merrily over the rim of his wineglass and slumping back against the love seat. He was curled up on one side, turned to face the elegantly sprawled form of Lucius Malfoy. The elder man was currently smirking in amusement, sipping his glass of wine and observing the face of his young lover.

They had spent many nights like this, drinking expensive wine by the fire in Lucius' chambers and talking about anything and everything under the sun. For having such an age gap and appearing to be so completely different, it seemed to Harry and Lucius himself that they were more compatible than either had ever dreamed. Not only did they have intense chemistry in their intimate encounters, but their personalities meshed together seamlessly.

"Quite. You'd imagine that death eaters would be a tad more serious, and intelligent." Harry snorted at this.

"I'm not so sure about that. Some of them seemed pretty idiotic to me. It seemed Voldemort could only attract idiots, insane people, and irreversibly evil people. The rest of them were just unfortunate enough to sucked into it all." He said quietly, looking up at Lucius a bit nervously. They had not brought up Lucius' past, or discussed Harry's struggle with Voldemort. It was a touchy subject, that they knew would have to be talked about eventually. This didn't stop Harry from blushing in embarrassment and looking away, sipping his wine.

"Harry...I know that a lot of things, terrible, unforgivable, things, happened during the war. My reluctance is no excuse for the pain I caused you then. If I had been a stronger man-" "No, please, don't." Harry interjected, setting his glass down and taking one of Lucius' hands in his.

"It's over now, and I forgave you a long time ago. I don't want us to be The Savior - or whatever they call me now, and The Ex-Death Eater, I want us to be Harry and Lucius. You make me feel like me, regardless of our past, you've given me so much now." He lifted Lucius' hand and kissed it softly, looking up at him.

Lucius' face had softened, his expression unreadable as he pulled Harry into his arms and kissed him deeply. It was a long, emotion-filled kiss. Lucius was trembling delicately, and when he felt a wetness on his cheek, he realized that the ever cool, composed, Lucius Malfoy, was crying. Pulling back he took the man's face in his hands and wiped away the tears, his heart shattering as he took in the absolute remorse in his eyes. He had never seen the man look so old before, or so broken.

"Don't cry, Lucius, please..." He pleaded, tears burning his eyes.

"I just...don't know how...how I deserve you." Harry shook his head, lifting Lucius' chin and looking into the shining silver eyes.

"I want you more than anything in the world, Lucius. You deserve me and much more, more than I could ever give you."

"The only thing I could ever want from you, is you, Harry." Lucius replied. Harry kissed him again, pulling back to whisper across his lips.

"You have me. Soon, you'll have every part of me. I'm falling for you, Lucius, and I don't want to ever get back up."

When the next Order dinner came about, Harry was distinctly nervous. The only person who really knew that Lucius and he were together, was Hermione. It wasn't that he was keeping it from everyone, he just...hadn't found the right time to tell everyone. It hardly mattered if he was ready or not now. It would be painstakingly obvious to everyone as soon as they saw him and Lucius interact. Lucius made his claim well known, subtle though he was. To make it more profound, he was arriving with Lucius and Draco tonight.

As the three of them apparated to the outside of number 12 Grimmauld Place, Harry's heart began to race. He was imagining the look on Sirius' face. Despite his casualness before, he knew his godfather would react much differently when they were actually together in front of him. And Ron, who had teased him about fancying someone. Harry could guess that he had never once suspected Lucius. That was only the beginning of course, the mere thought of the conversation to come making his heart pick up even more.

As if reading his mind, Lucius draped an arm protectively over Harry's shoulder, his ringed hand laying comfortably on the side of his arm. His thumb rubbed soothing circles into his arm, a soft, inconspicuous show of affection that completely contradicted the rest of his appearance. He looked regal and striking as ever, expensive cloak and cane aloft.

To make things even worse, if people didn't notice the possessive arm around his shoulder, they would surely notice the Malfoy crest, however small, on the collar of his shirt. The dark green silk shirt had been a gift from Lucius, and at the collar was his crest in silver thread. He was clearly and arrogantly stating his claim. The only comfort Harry had was that the shirt covered the red marks on his throat.

He took a deep breath as the door opened, Remus' face greeting them with a smile that faltered only slightly as he took in the arm around Harry's shoulder and the small crest glinting in the light.

"Harry, how nice to see you. And you as well, Lucius, Draco." He said, stepping back and letting them step through the threshold into the warm house. Harry's heart jumped as he heard voices drifting down the hall. He was silently thankful for Remus' ever calm personality. It was a relief not to met with questions as soon as he walked in the door.

"Everyone in in the living room and Molly says dinner will be ready in about twenty minutes. So, ah, you can socialize!" He said cheerfully, leading them down the hall into the living room. Harry took a steadying breath as Remus joined Tonks and he was now in full view of everyone in the room. It went awkwardly silent, the members of the Order staring in shock. Hermione, bless her soul, broke the tension, smiling boldly and jumping up.

"Harry! You look wonderful." She said, pulling him into a hug and looking him over, smiling at the crest at his collar.

"He's treating you well, I see." Hermione said, nodding respectfully at Lucius.

"How are you tonight, Mr. Malfoy?"

"Quite well, Mrs. Weasley. Thank you." This little conversation seemed to break the hush that had fallen over the living room. Lucius turned to look down at Harry and leaned in to whisper into his ear. While people were now talking, he could feel every single pair of eyes on him.

"We are quite the center of attention, aren't we?" Harry smiled, the smooth voice calming him slightly.

"How about you go see your friends and we'll make this a bit easier for them, hm?" Harry turned to look at him, surprised that he was going to let him leave his side.

"Oh, I won't let it slide so easily though. Let's give them something to talk about." Lucius drawled, and before Harry had really registered what he meant, he was kissing him. Right in front of the entire Order. And it wasn't exactly a chaste peck. Harry pulled back breathless and flushed, extremely embarrassed. Lucius smirked, using a thumb to wipe a bit of moistness from the corner of Harry's mouth before striding off and taking a seat confidently, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

Harry was sure his face was beet red as he moved toward his friends, who were all staring at him in awe save Hermione. She was giggling, trying her best to hide it behind her hand. He took a seat without a word, sinking back against the cushions. They still said nothing.

"Would you quit staring at me?"

"Bloody hell." Ron muttered, looking to his wife in confusion. She just smiled, sitting down next to him.

"Did you know about this Hermione?"

"Oh, yes. It was quite obvious even before told me." She said lightly. Ron looked stricken.

"But...Malfoy..."

"Oh, Ronald, please. Don't be stupid. Harry can date whoever he likes." Hermione said, rolling her eyes.

"Dating. It looked like they were bloody engaged already! Look, he's even got the crest on him. And the way Malfoy had his arm around him, as if he owned him, the arrogant little-"

"Ronald!"

"Please, I know it's a little, unexpected..."

"That's for sure!"

"But Lucius and I, well, I care about him a lot." Harry said, his face burning.

"I think it's very sweet." Harry looked at Ginny in surprise. She hadn't said a word until now, and he sort of expected her to be upset, but she looked genuinely happy for him. She gave him a soft smile and then glared at her brother.

"If Harry is happy, we should be too."

"Yeah, mate, I mean obviously Fred and I are heart-broken,"

"Absolutely torn,"

"Lamenting at the loss of our one true love,"

"Sobbing with the anguish,"

"Just choking with it,"

"But hey, when you love,"

"You care more about their happiness than your own."

"So we can let you go, Harry."

"But remember. We loved you." They finished together, nodding solemnly. Harry burst out in laughter, shaking his head as the twins hugged him between them. When he resurfaced, Ron looked slightly less pale.

"Well, I suppose you guys have a point...are you really happy with him, Harry?" Harry nodded, his eyes straying to Lucius, their eyes meeting across the room for a moment. Then the silver eyes turned back to his godfather, who seemed to be speaking very animatedly to him in a violent manner. Harry rolled his eyes, sure that Sirius was making death threats.

Draco took this moment to show up.

"So, Potter, I know your practically my step-dad and everything, but I think we should agree on a normal friend relationship, as I find I would have great difficulty viewing you in a fatherly manner." He stated. Harry looked at him for a moment, as if deciding on whether to be offended. He finally nodded, smiling a little bit.

"Alright, Draco, but you have to promise not to be an arse to my friends." Draco scoffed, waving his hand.

"Oh, them. Of course not. Now that I'm out of school and the Dark Lord is dead I could care less about all that blood traitor, muggle-born tripe. I'm actually disappointed I was never friends with you before, the company you keep is highly amusing." He stated, walking over and sliding boldly in between Fred and George, slinging his arms over the back of the couch. Fred and George exchanged mischievous looks and Harry wondered how much longer Draco's fling with Blaise would last.

"Why, hello there Draco."

"What's a cute little Slytherin prince doing in between two Gryffindors like ourselves?"

"I think I like it, Fred."

Harry sniggered, seeing the look of apprehension on Draco's face. Ron's eyes were wide as he shook his head, as if that would fix all of the sudden wrongness in his life.

"Dinner, everyone!" Molly called from the kitchen. Harry stood up with the rest of them, laughing again as Draco became trapped between the twin's arms. He lagged behind, watching everyone walk into the kitchen when suddenly he felt an arm wrap about his shoulders again. He turned toward Lucius and smiled.

"Survived my godfather, did you?"

"Oh, it was intensely terrifying. However, I assured him my intentions were honorable and that you have never been alone in my chambers."

"You are such a liar." Harry said with a grin.

"I am offended, Mr. Potter. Why would I leave you alone in my room? You would surely get lonely without my company." Lucius said with a wicked smile.

"Lucius, I think you are growing on me more and more each day."
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