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Of Purebloods and Wings	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Lucius Views: 38882 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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“Mr. Potter, please stay after class.” Lucius’ voice called out as students were shoving books and parchment back into their bags and filtering out the door.

Harry put his things away and waited until the last student walked out, then walked up to Lucius. “Did you mean it?” He asked shyly.

Lucius smiled. “Of course I meant it, Harry. I love you. I think I have for some time, I just didn’t realize it until we had that dream together. I almost told you then, but I didn’t want you to think it was something that I just accidentally let slip in the heat of the moment, so I held it in until we woke. Then I wrote that letter, which almost caused me to miss breakfast.” He said wryly.

Harry snorted. “Well, I love you too, but you already knew that.” He said, wrapping his arms around the blond’s neck and drawing him down for a kiss.

Lucius hummed into the kiss, relaxing as Harry drew his fingers over his neck and through his hair. He licked his lips after breaking the kiss. “As much as I’d love to keep you here—and trust me, I’d love that a great deal—you have classes you need to attend. Now, go, and you might not be late.” He told Harry, gently pushing him toward the door.

Harry ran out the door with a wide smile, waving as he crossed the threshold and then jogged to class, arriving just before the bell.

*****

Harry sat down to lunch with a wide smile on his face that even History of Magic hadn’t been able to erase.

Ginny looked at him questioningly. “You’re in a good mood today. What did I miss?” She asked Harry curiously.

“You weren’t at breakfast, or you’d know already.” He teased.

“So tell me!” Ginny urged.

Harry chuckled. “Lucius sent me a letter this morning.” He said as he cut into the sauce-covered root on his plate. The house-elves had given him Elven food that day, which was making the day even better.

Ginny waited a few seconds more, then sighed. “And?” She asked in a peevish tone.

“He loves me. He finally said it.” Harry said softly.

Neville and Ginny both grinned.

“Brilliant! See, I knew he would! That’s great!” Ginny exclaimed, bouncing in her seat.

“I’m really happy for you, Harry.” Neville said in a more subdued tone.

Harry flushed. “I’ve been waiting to hear those words for a while now, and now that he’s finally said them, I think we can safely say that I’m going to end up staying with him forever.”

Ginny nodded fervently. “You’d better! It would be the ultimate peace treaty between Draco’s family and mine, and to be honest, we talked quite a bit at his wedding, and I like him. A lot. Besides, he owes me a dance, and I intend to collect at your wedding to Luscious.”

Harry rolled his eyes. “I’m glad I can be of service.” He replied drolly.

“So am I.” Ginny agreed, before she began eating.

Harry shook his head and focused on his own food.

*****

“So, tonight, we’ll be going over some things that submissives need to know. I’ll then cover the topic of wing care, since dominant Faurae don’t have wings, but the submissives do.” Ana said, after she had sent Lucius and Severus off with Liam to discuss ‘things dominants need to know.’

Harry and Draco sat down with her, forming a small triangle.

“So, the first thing you need to know is that there are several ways to know when you are pregnant, just like with women, but there is one thing that creatures share that you may not already be aware of: you’ll start to want your dominant around you as much as possible. There are ways to keep the urge at bay for a few hours, but you will need to be in their presence for at least three hours per day. If you can’t be with them and you start craving them, you can wear their clothing, and having their scent on you should help. The reason we want our dominant so much is that we feel most vulnerable when we’re pregnant, and with Faurae, pregnancy also interferes with your human magic, as I’m led to believe.”

Draco nodded. “Yes, that’s true.” He confirmed.

Ana smiled. “All the more reason to have your dominant with you as often as possible.” She told him. “Another thing you might not be aware of is that your pheromones are a powerful thing. Draco, you will not be able to sway your mate as easily as Harry can with his, but you will be able to diffuse his anger in tense situations. Harry, yours may also work on Draco to an extent, although I cannot say for sure.”

Draco looked over at Harry. “Well? Try to make me do something.” He urged.

Harry sighed. “Draco, there’s nothing I actually want you to do right now.” He said in a long-suffering tone.

Draco rolled his eyes. “Then think of something.” He said.

“Fine!” Harry snapped, then concentrated on the phrase: ‘Draco, shut up,’ while flapping his wings lightly to fan his pheromones toward Draco.

Draco sat there, locking eyes with him, before he gave up and turned to Ana. “He’s not doing anything but making me smell him.” He said flatly.

Harry huffed. “Well, I tried to, at least. But if I could do it, you wouldn’t have talked.”

“Oh.” Draco said, then shrugged. “So I’m guessing it doesn’t work for him.”

Harry shook his head. “My relation to the royal family must be distant enough to have not passed that ability on to me.” He guessed.

Ana pursed her lips. “I suppose so. Pity.” She said lightly. “Anyway, those are the important things, but you’ll learn best what you can and can’t get away with in regards to your mates best by doing. On to the next topic: wing care. Faurae submissives get the wings from the Fae lines within them, which means they react to situations like a Fae’s wings do. That being said, you will both moult several times over the course of your lives, though only Draco will have had his markings change at one instance.”

“What caused that?” Draco asked in interest. “Severus and I couldn’t find out from books.”

Ana smiled. “That’s because it’s a private matter. We don’t usually speak of it. A Fae that’s not a bloodline royal will moult when they lose their virginity, and again when they mate, when their markings will change. If both things happen on the same night, the Faurae will only moult the once to cover both instances. Harry, you will still moult for both reasons, though you will have the same markings when your feathers grow back in. Another early sign of pregnancy, the earliest, in fact, is that you will moult when the egg implants, which is also the point where your scent will start to change. It’s not noticeable, at first, but as you progress, your mate will be able to scent your growing child under your scent. It’s just a scent of talcum and milk, nothing special, until the child hits the age of puberty, when their scent will change to become unique, and will begin to smell either like a dominant or a submissive, and the submissives will gain their wings. During the moulting, you will need to stay out of sight of anyone that is not your mate. If you come into contact with anyone else, you will be overprotective of your newly-conceived child to the point of stress. Not a good idea.

“Your wings are important, and should be treated as such. Those that are in the same family, such as parents and their children, can preen each other—straightening feathers and pulling out loose ones—and mates will usually do the same for each other. You two can preen each other, if you trust each other enough—the wings are very sensitive, as I’m sure you’ve noticed. If you’d like, you can explain to your mates that you want to be preened, and tell them how to do it. There is a gland at the top of the wing joint, between the wing and the back, that, when squeezed, will let out a small amount of pheromone-scented oil that can be used to smooth over the feathers, which will give them a pretty sheen for a few weeks until it sinks back into the feathers. It keeps them from drying out and falling out sooner, as well.” Ana pursed her lips and thought for a moment. “I think that covers it. They moult, and preening is fun. It’s also very relaxing, I highly recommend it.” She grinned, then it faded. “Oh, one more thing: don’t fly while pregnant. It’s dangerous, especially for your kind, and your centre of gravity will be off, besides. Even gliding is dangerous, because you will have to shift your wings in different ways to catch the air, and you could easily miscalculate. It’s just not advisable.”

Harry grimaced. “Duly noted.” He said.

Draco gave a jerky nod.

“On final, minor note: Never let anyone else touch a claiming mark. The mark, when touched by your mate, will elicit a pleasure response, warm tingles and the like, and when bitten, it can catapult you straight into an orgasm, but if someone else touches it, your mate will fly into a murderous rage that it can sometimes be difficult to quell.” Ana clapped her hands together once. “That’s it, then. Oh, looks like dominant 101 is finished, too!” She said cheerfully.

Harry and Draco turned to see Liam and the other two coming towards them. The three submissives stood and Ana called out: “You can approach, we’re all finished.”

Draco rushed Severus and jumped into his arms, wrapping his legs around the man’s waist and arms around his neck. “Mm, you’re a little flushed. Did you discuss sexy stuff?” He asked teasingly.

Severus huffed and nodded. “We’ll talk when we get back to our rooms.” He told the blond.

Harry approached Lucius and nuzzled into his neck, wrapping his arms around the man’s neck. “Love you.” He whispered.

Lucius growled, wrapping his arms around Harry’s waist, and nuzzled him in return. “And I love you, my little mate-to-be. I have a strong suspicion that I always will. You’ll never get rid of me.” He said.

“Do you promise?” Harry asked in a teasing tone, walking his fingers up Lucius’ chest to stop over his heart, where he let his fingers curl into the fabric of Lucius’ shirt.

“I swear it.” Lucius told him, before claiming his mouth in a rough kiss.

Harry sighed into the kiss, letting Lucius’ tongue into his mouth and responding by twining his own around it. He had learned not to try to dominate the kiss himself, but responding to the kiss was just fine.

Lucius’ hands tightened around his waist before a throat clearing caught their attention. Lucius broke the kiss and turned toward Severus with a growl. “What?!” He snapped.

Severus’ eyebrow rose. “I would have thought you’d want to get back to the castle and spend some alone time with your sub. Was I mistaken?” He drawled.

Lucius flushed and cleared his throat. “Right. Let’s go, then.” He said, letting go of Harry and offering his arm.

Harry took the arm as Ana led them to the portal, where Kilton was waiting.

“So, Harry.” Kilton said, catching the brunet’s attention.

“Yes?” Harry asked.

Kilton grinned. “Revyn wants to see you tomorrow. Something about a test of how well you’ve been doing on his last lesson? You have been practicing on your own time, right?”

Harry nodded. He’d been taking long baths on Sundays, working with the water, then flash-boiling some in a bowl after he’d finished his bath. “I can do that. Let him know I’ll be ready.”

Kilton nodded. “I will. See you then!” The Elf said, waving before he hurried off to find his mate.

Ana just smiled and shook her head, then opened the portal. “I’ll see you all tomorrow.” She said as they passed through, waving at her before she closed it up again.

The four Faurae entered the castle together and set off. After they separated, Lucius took Harry to his room. “Our talk brought up some things I want to discuss with you before we get to that point. It’s something I think it would be best for you to know.” He said, then whispered the password and let Harry precede him into the room.

He closed the door and Harry pushed him into his chair, then sat on his lap and grabbed his left hand. “Do you mind?” He asked, licking the base of the thumb. “I really want some.” He said, blushing.

Lucius chuckled. “Fine, go ahead; I’ll talk while you do that, so listen, alright?”

Harry nodded and bit down, letting blood pool in his mouth before swallowing.

“So, dominants tend to be a bit more… Adventurous in bed than most people are, when they have a submissive of their own. I’ve learned more about Severus and Draco’s sex life than I wanted to,” he wrinkled his nose, then continued, “and I’ve found out why I have such a strong urge to manhandle you around when we’re together.”

Harry glanced over at the man, mouth still clamped on his hand. “Mm?” He hummed.

Lucius chuckled. “Yes, every time we’re alone I get the urge to throw you down and position you like a doll before holding you down and rutting against you like mad. I thought it was just the fact that you are precisely my type, but apparently, there is biology at work there, too. I am predisposed to incorporate a certain level of power play into our sex life for me to feel fulfilled.” He admitted, flushing. “Not as much as Severus wants, according to my scent, but some.”

Harry sucked harder on his hand for a moment, then broke the suction and closed the small holes. “That could be… Fun.” He said with a grin.

Lucius chuckled. “Liam did mention that submissives were built for that kind of lovemaking, and that, deep down, they crave it, but they can live without it if need be.” He added.

“Will our sex life include ropes? I quite like the idea of you tying me up. It sounds hot.” Harry purred, leaning in close.

Lucius kissed him, then whispered against his lips: “It probably will include ropes, as well as blindfolds and light spankings. Possibly a gag once in a while.” He said, laying his hand on Harry’s knee. “I take it this will be fine with you?” He asked, running his hand up Harry’s leg slowly.

Harry’s breathing sped up as Lucius’ hand neared his groin. “Yes, yes, it sounds great! Oh, God, stop teasing and touch me!” He hissed, pushing his hips upwards.

Lucius chuckled, moving his hand the remaining few inches up and cupping him. “My, you’re awfully hard, aren’t you?”

Harry moaned, leaning back against the arm of the chair and bucking into Lucius’ hand. “Your fault.” He said quietly. “Talking about all the dirty things you want to do to me.”

Lucius growled and grabbed Harry by the back of his neck, hauling him up and into a bruising kiss. “Not want to.” He breathed after breaking the kiss. “Will.” He added once Harry had opened lust-blown eyes.

Harry gasped and came, as Lucius’ hand continued to massage him through the aftershocks, milking every last drop of seed from him.

Lucius took a deep breath and smiled. “You do smell delicious, Harry. Especially after you climax.” He said smugly.

“Now I have to clean up.” Harry groused, fumbling for his wand.

Lucius cast a wandless ‘scourgify’ and smirked. “You’ll learn to do that one wandless soon.” He told the teen.

“Why should I, when I’ve got you?” Harry asked teasingly.

“I’m not there when you pleasure yourself behind your bed curtains, plus I won’t always be there after we mate. I sometimes travel, occasionally for a week or two at a time. I will bring you with me whenever I can, but I have certain… Business contacts that require I come alone. I will, of course, supply you with toys to use while I’m gone, but there will be times that you are alone.” Lucius warned.

“I don’t like the sound of that.” Harry admitted.

Lucius snorted. “Yes, neither did your predecessor, but I have a feeling you’re actually more likely to do something about it.” He noted.

Harry narrowed his eyes. “When I can think of something that might work. I don’t think a hunger strike will have the effect I’m looking for.”

“I can have the house-elves spell food into you if you won’t eat willingly; that won’t work.” Lucius said calmly.

Harry sighed. “Yeah, I didn’t think so.” His eyes gleamed. “Now, withholding sex on the other hand—“

“Is cruel and unusual punishment. Please don’t.” Lucius requested.

“That might actually work, then.” Harry said happily.

Lucius groaned, laying his head back against the chair. “Harry, you can’t deny me your body; I crave it so badly already!”

Harry laughed. “Good. I’ve got you wrapped around my little finger.”

Lucius eyed him consideringly. “You’ll be against it, too, once I get you wrapped around my cock.” He stated.

Harry flushed. “Okay, that was… Explicit.”

“And true, you’ll see.” Lucius said lightly.
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