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Trifecta	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 69992 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 12
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Lucius gently shook Harry awake. “If you want lunch, you need to get up now.” He informed the teen.

Harry sat up and yawned. “Alright, I’m up.” He mumbled.

Lucius chuckled. “Here.” He tossed a dressing gown to Harry. “You can wear this instead of getting dressed right away. I’m sure the house-elf will be suitably scandalized.” He said in deep amusement.

Harry chuckled and put it on. It dwarfed his frame, but he tied it securely and, though it gaped in the front, baring a large swathe of chest, the important bits were covered. He grinned. “How do I look?” He asked.

Lucius let out a loud laugh, head thrown back. “Like a child playing dress-up.” He answered once his laughter had tapered off. “Come on, let's get out there and eat.”

Harry followed the man out to the sitting room and they sat at the table. The chessboard was set on a trunk nearby, and the table was set for two.

“I assumed you'd take lunch here and leave before dinner. If you plan to stay, the house-elf will need to be informed.” Lucius said. “I understand your bond with Mr. Zabini is still very new; I was unaware of how quickly an incubus bond settles.”

Harry smiled. “It’s going to take another week. But we’re getting close. I can feel it.”

The elf popped in and set plates down. It looked to be veal, but both plates looked different. Lucius had cheese on his, and a white sauce on it, while Harry's was covered in marinara, and had no cheese.

Harry smiled. Lucius had taken his new diet into account, it seemed.

“I have a garlic sauce on mine,” Lucius explained as the elf set down garlic bread before him, and rye at Harry's place. “And yours should be garlic-free. And very rare.” He finished the explanation.

Harry chuckled. “I am supposed to get a feeding before I leave. If you taste of garlic, I may not be able to.” He pointed out.

Lucius smiled. “I will brush and cast a breath-freshening charm first. There will be no garlic flavour left by the time we kiss again. Don’t worry too much.”

Harry nodded his assent and they began to eat.

The smell of the garlic kept tickling Harry's nose, and it was an unpleasant smell, but it was bearable, for Lucius’ company.

After a few bites, the man smiled and asked, “So how often do you and Mr. Zabini have to be intimate right now?”

Harry choked, and took a sip of the wine provided with the meal before he was able to answer. “Every other night or better. We didn’t do anything last night, so I’ll be with him tonight. Why?”

“Just curious. What is he like? Draco said he has left a string of broken hearts behind him over the last couple of years.” Lucius said lightly.

Harry smiled. “He couldn’t find anyone here willing to give him what he wanted. He's a special kind of dominant. Power games. BDSM.” He explained. “We've tried a few things. The most extreme was recently. It's called breathplay.”

Lucius' eyes widened. “That's rather risky.” He said.

Harry nodded. “It was all very carefully done; I was perfectly safe.” He assured his mate.

“Perhaps not perfectly.” Lucius murmured.

“Well, there's always a bit of risk involved when venturing into territory like that, but he was very careful and had a plan in place for any eventuality.” Harry said.

Lucius hummed. “So, I have decided that I will not discuss Severus' lack of reciprocation with him. I'll leave that to you. He is not an inconsiderate lover, usually, so perhaps it is something he will open up to you about, where he would only close down with me. I am not part of the situation, and I should not butt in where I am not wanted or needed.” He said evenly.

Harry nodded slowly. “That's a good point. And I don’t want to make it seem like I came crying to you that he doesn’t give me anything I give him. I didn’t mean it like that; He’s very generous with his body, he really didn’t have to welcome me into his bed at all. I crave him, but unlike with Blaise, my life doesn’t depend on us being intimate.” He said quietly.

Lucius nodded. “Spend a night just talking with him. Whether or not anything happens after the conversation does not concern me, so long as the conversation takes place first.”

“I can do that.” Harry said. “This is good.” He added, taking another bite of his food.

“It should be. I’m trying to spoil you as best I am able right now. Is it working?” Lucius asked.

Harry snorted. “You don’t need to spoil me. Though I am enjoying it.” He added.

Lucius smiled. “Enjoyment is the whole point. Eat up. Draco usually comes by around two on Saturdays, so we either need to be dressed and otherwise occupied in a manner that will not permanently scar him, or you should be gone by then. Whichever you prefer is fine by me, but know that I will not be turning my son away for your sake.” He said firmly.

Harry's mouth dropped open. “I would never ask you to do that!” He said, aghast that Lucius would even think such a thing. “He should be more important to you than me. He's your child!”

Lucius’ brow rose. “And is that Harry speaking, or the Ethologus?” Lucius asked curiously.

Harry opened his mouth, closed it, got a look of deep concentration, and, after several minutes, declared, “Both.”

“Good to know.” Lucius said before turning his attention to his food.

Harry ate as well, thoughts centring around how easily he was discerning the Ethologus' thoughts and desires now. He was either making it stronger by letting it out, or more fully integrating it into himself with repeated attention. Either could be more dangerous in certain situations, but if it was integrating more, he should at least be better able to control it. In theory.

After they are, Lucius went into the bathroom to brush his teeth—very vigorously, from what Harry could hear through the open door as he dressed—and came back out, casting a breath-freshening charm for good measure.

Harry smiled. “All the garlic gone?” He asked.

Lucius walked over to his chair and sat, patting his lap. “Why don’t you come over here and see for yourself?” He purred.

Harry planted himself in Lucius’ lap and leaned in. “Open.” He demanded.

Lucius gave him a long-suffering look, but obediently opened his mouth and let Harry sniff his breath to ensure that no garlic scent lingered.

“Really,” He spoke once Harry had nodded in satisfaction and drawn back, “One might almost think you don't trust me.”

Harry gave him a deadpan look. “I’m not entirely stupid, and you did try to kill me at least once. I’m simply being careful. You might try again.”

Lucius grinned. “Ah, you have me there.” He agreed.

“Anyway, you smell fine, so let me at your magic.” Harry said before leaning in and claiming Lucius' mouth.

Lucius moaned in appreciation, then realized that Harry was drawing more than usual, and panicked. He began to struggle, but Harry quickly stopped, biting his lip almost viciously before breaking the kiss. He pulled back to reveal oval pupils and wickedly sharp teeth.

“You were taking too much.” Lucius snapped.

“I was taking more.” Harry—or rather, the Ethologus—replied. “Not too much. You'll have to trust that I know your limits, and you weren’t in any danger. Which is why I bit you for struggling. Nothing will heal that bite. It has to heal naturally. Ethologus punishments are immune to Wizarding magic. They absorb any that touches them.” He said smugly. “I took about two-thirds of what I wanted. I'll want more next time I come to see you.” He said.

Lucius sighed. “Fine. Are you sure you wouldn’t rather just take what you want now?”

The Ethologus gave him a venomous, yet pouty, look. “You ruined the mood.” It said petulantly, getting out of his lap. “I’ll talk to Severus tomorrow when I go to get my potion. First, I have some work I need to complete. I’m going to stop by to tell him what happened last night, but that will be before bed. I'll see you.”

“Wait!” Lucius grabbed his wrist and conjured a mirror. “You don’t want to head out like that.” He said, handing Harry the hand mirror.

Harry eyed his reflection, scowled, and concentrated. His teeth morphed back to the way they usually were, and his pupils dilated back to circles. “Thanks. That could have been disastrous.”

“You're welcome. I don’t want you getting found out any more than you do.” Lucius explained.

Harry handed the mirror back. “See you Monday.” Harry said lightly.

He met Draco as he was leaving and nodded at him. “Draco.”

Draco sneered. “Ew. I don’t even want to think about what you were doing in there. Is my father decent right now?”

Harry smiled. “Yes. We finished hours ago.” He told the blond.

“Wonderful. See you, Harry.” Draco said before hurrying to Lucius' rooms.

*****

“Finished!” Harry announced, throwing his quill down in triumph.

“Good.” Hermione said, closing her book. “You've got twenty minutes until curfew.”

Harry’s eyes widened. “Shit! I'll see you later! I wanted to see Severus before I went to bed.” He told her.

Hermione waved and got her things together as Harry shoved his completed essay into his bag and took off toward Severus' rooms.

Harry knocked on Severus' door, hoping the man wasn’t asleep yet. As luck would have it, the door opened, and Harry rushed into Severus' arms, burying his face in the man's chest. “I can feel it, Severus, all the time!” He said, distressed. “There's a monster inside me, and all it wants to do is hurt and kill!”

Severus' arms came up to wrap around him, and he sighed. “Oh, Harry, what has that awful man done to you?” He asked.

Vlad spoke from the shadows behind Harry. “I drew out his instincts. The trick, little one, is control. Yes, it will always be there, just beneath the surface. Master it, and use it. It will make you stronger, more ruthless when you fight, which you need. But never let it control you. That will make you my next target. That is what separates the true vampires from the rogues. Don’t turn on your instincts, but don’t let them rule you. It’s a delicate balance, but give it time, and you will learn. Be well, little one. I’ve taught you all I can. I must head home now. My coven needs me.” He said, and turned to head out of the dungeons.

“Are you staying here tonight?” Severus asked Harry.

Harry shook his head. “Can’t. I was too afraid to be with Blaise after I got back last night, but now… I have no choice. He… Something eases when I’m with him, but I’m not sure if I can be properly submissive with him anymore. The instincts… What if they rebel? What if I’m fundamentally damaged as a submissive now?” He asked in a small voice.

Severus sighed. “Then Blaise will have to learn to love you in a different way, that's all. Or perhaps your incubus will latch onto someone else. Someone less dominant, perhaps?”

Harry chuckled. “You'd like that, wouldn’t you?” He asked teasingly.

“I’m not going to lie, it would be welcome.” Severus said.

Harry pulled away. “I'll come see you tomorrow and maybe spend the night with you, if you want. I love you.” He said.

“And I, you.” Severus returned, and watched as Harry turned and headed back to his other mate.

The expected jealousy, when it came, was muted.

Severus smiled. It was progress.
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