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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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“Oh! Before I forget, Ana did tell us something about wing care that you need to know. Did you know that family members and mates help care for a submissive’s wings?” Harry asked.

Lucius looked interested. “Oh? Does this involve me getting to touch them all over? Because I confess, I do like them, and I didn’t quite get enough of them during that massage. I wanted to play with them some more, but I didn’t know if you would be receptive to it.”

Harry grinned. “So I take it you wouldn’t be against preening them for me?” He asked.

“What does this ‘preening’ entail, exactly?” Lucius asked.

“Um, just smoothing the feathers and plucking out the loose ones. Also, there’s a gland near the top of them on the underside that lets out an oil you can smooth over them to make them shiny. But… Um, she did say it’s pheromone-scented, so… Don’t get carried away.” Harry added, flushing.

Lucius’ eyebrow rose. “I can control myself, Harry. And I would love to preen your wings for you. Would you like me to do it now? We still have an hour before curfew.”

Harry nodded. “Yes, let’s do that now. Should I..?”

“You should go into the bedroom and lie down on my bed.” Lucius supplied.

Harry flushed. “Right.” He went into the bedroom, Lucius following behind. He took his shirt off and lay down on the bed, spreading his wings out over his back.

Lucius took his own shirt off, setting it aside with Harry’s and climbing onto the bed, sitting on the teen’s thighs. He reached out and touched both wings, burying his hands in the feathers.

Harry moaned. “That feels nice.” He breathed, shifting a little.

Lucius chuckled. “I have hopes that this will feel even better soon.” He said softly. He reached under the wings and felt around at the base for a few moments, finding the gland that produced the oil. He squeezed it, gathering some caramel-scented oil in his palm. He brought it to his nose and sniffed it, then dipped a finger in and tasted it. He moaned. It tasted exactly like Harry smelled. It was even closer than the chocolates, which were very close to the scent. But this—it was a perfect match!

Harry looked over his shoulder. “Hey, don’t eat it, you’re supposed to put it on my feathers!” He reminded the man.

Lucius chuckled and spread it on both palms, then ran both hands through Harry’s feathers. “Better?” He asked.

Harry moaned in response, going lax under Lucius’ gentle touch. “The best.” He enthused in a breathy voice, nuzzling into the cinnamon-scented bedding as Lucius ran his hands over his wings some more.

Lucius found a feather that was sticking out and tugged gently on it. It came out in his hand. “Do you want to keep any feathers that come out?” He asked.

“Mm?” Harry sleepily hummed. “Oh, no; you can keep them, if you want.”

Lucius hummed, setting it aside. “It’s a part of you, of course I want.” He said quietly. “Don’t fall asleep.” He added.

Harry shook his head. “’M not sleepy.” He said. “Just relaxed.” He added for clarification.

“Of course, my mistake.” Lucius agreed, stroking the feathers and occasionally pulling one out or smoothing it back into place. He worked with single-minded purpose, and after about half an hour, he had finished both wings.

“There!” He declared, leaning back. “Done. Your wings look more beautiful than ever, by the way.” He added.

Harry smiled and shifted. “Then get off me and let me up.” He said.

Lucius lay down on top of his back. “Now why would I do that?” He purred.

“Get off!” Harry huffed in a playful tone. “You’re so heavy!”

“Oh, I am not!” Lucius disagreed, grabbing Harry’s hands and pinning them next to his head. “Just lie there and take it!” He growled playfully, rutting against Harry’s arse and nipping at his ear.

Harry moaned, canting his hips toward Lucius. “Okay.” He laid there for a few minutes, until Lucius relented and got off of him.

Lucius chuckled. “That wasn’t too much for you, was it?”

Harry shook his head. “No, that was hot.” He said with a smile.

“Glad to hear it.” Lucius said smugly. “I’ll do that more often, then.”

“Not too often.” Harry warned. “We don’t want to go too far, after all.”

Lucius hummed, then shrugged. “I promise I’ll only do that when clothes are present.”

Harry shook his head. “Just don’t go too far. But if I get naked with you before we’re married, I fully expect there to be frotting going on.” He added with an impish smile.

Lucius groaned. “You’ll be the death of me, I just know it.”

Harry laughed. “But, oh, what a way to go!”

Lucius eyed Harry’s wings. “Do you think I need to preen the undersides of your wings?” He asked.

Harry turned to look at what he could see of his wings. “Does it look like they need it?” He asked, examining the downy undersides.

Lucius shrugged. “No, but I could still oil them for you.”

Harry shook his head. “No, these ones look a little bit more fuzzy; I think oil would just make them look and feel… Well, oily. In a bad way.” He said.

Lucius nodded. “I know what you mean.” He brought a hand to his mouth and stuck a finger in. “Mm.”

Harry laughed. “Still have oil on your hands?” He asked.

Lucius smiled. “A bit. It tastes delicious.” He said.

“Go ahead and lick it off, if you want. Ana didn’t say eating it would be bad, so I assume it’s been done before with no ill results.” Harry said in amusement.

“Glad to know I have your blessing.” Lucius replied wryly before licking his palm with obvious relish.

Harry smiled. “And when you’re done with that, you can take me back to my dormitory.” He said.

“I’d be happy to escort you back.” Lucius replied.

*****

Draco sat down next to Harry and began dishing himself up some eggs. “So, how did last night go?” The blond asked.

Harry flushed. “Um, very well, why?”

“Because I want to know how it worked out. Did Father keep to the rules, or did he get pheromone-drunk and make a big mistake?” He whispered. “Because Severus nearly couldn’t control himself after, and—“

“Alright, that’s more than I want to hear!” Harry said loudly, clapping his hands over his ears.

Draco rolled his eyes and pulled one of Harry’s hands away. “Well?!” He hissed, worry evident in his eyes.

Harry sighed. “It was fine, Draco. We just talked and he… Did it. No mishaps.” He whispered to the other teen.

Draco nodded. “Good, good. I didn’t realize it would be so… Intense.”

“Intense? What do you mean? It wasn’t all that intense for us.” Harry said in confusion. “It was really relaxing, but…”

“Yeah, and arousing as hell.” Draco added in an undertone.

Harry flushed. “Well, yeah, but it was bearable, you know?”

Draco looked at him in confusion, then shrugged. “Maybe it has something to do with us already being mated, and you two not.” He said lowly.

“Maybe.” Harry agreed. “What happened with you two? No details, per se, just… Main concerns.”

Draco grinned. “Severus was driven insane by the pheromone oil. I’ve never seen him so focused on making me come undone, but…” Draco licked his lips, eyes gleaming. “I really liked it.” He said softly.

Harry shrugged. “It must have something to do with the bond, because Lucius and I were able to keep things under control.” He told Draco.

“Hm.” Draco took a bite of his eggs and made a face. He turned to Hermione. “Hermione, could you pass me the pepper?”

Hermione handed it over and Draco proceeded to smother his eggs in it.

Harry made a face. “Didn’t get enough last night?” He asked.

Draco shot him a confused look. “What are you talking ab—Oh. Right. Shut up, My Lord, I happen to like pepper.” He sneered the title, then pointedly ignored Harry for the rest of his meal.

*****

Harry panted, resting his hands on his knees. He watched incredulously as Revyn refilled the bowl. “What—again?” He wheezed.

Revyn smiled. “One last time. To prove the last two weren’t flukes. Just once more, you can do it, right?”

Harry shook his head. “I’ll try, but I’m not completely sure I can.”

“I won’t judge you if you’re not quite there yet, I just want to know.” Revyn told him, standing back. “Alright, whenever you’re ready.”

Harry straightened and took a moment to catch his breath. Ana was watching him work with his element, and he had already shown her most of what he could do, but Revyn was insisting on testing his ability to flash-boil, since Harry hadn’t learned that skill to his satisfaction when they’d had to stop the lessons.

Harry concentrated on the bowl and had it boiling in thirty seconds, and it had all turned to steam within a minute.

Revyn nodded. “You’re slowing, but you’re still managing it, which is better than I expected. You can rest now. You’ve learned all I can teach.” He came over and laid a hand on Harry’s shoulder. “I’m proud of you.” He said.

Harry nodded. “I’m glad.” He replied with a smile.

Nathan was watching from several feet away. He smiled and gave a few slow claps. “Congratulations, you’ve gotten through all Revyn’s lessons, with one extra, and you haven’t killed him. I’m impressed.” He said.

Revyn looked over at him with a grin. “I know, right? Patience of a saint, this one!” He slapped Harry none-too-gently on the back, and Wilkins growled, nearly drawing his sword.

“Calm, Wilkins. They’re friends, it was just a pat on the back, though harder than usual.” Ana told him. “Harry does not require your protection.”

“But the young Lord—“

“Is fine.” Harry interrupted. “We’re all friends, here, Wilkins, but thank you for your concern.”

“Yes, My Lord.” The Fae said, wings drooping.

“Trust me,” Harry told him, “if I ever need protecting around you, you’re who I want to do it.” He assured him.

“Thank you, My Lord.” Wilkins said, perking up some. “I’m honoured that you’d think of me first.”

Harry nodded. “All right, if I’m done here,” He looked at Revyn, who nodded in agreement, “Good. I’m going to go find Lucius.” He said, then headed toward the fire pit.

Lucius was sitting in front of the fire, he and Draco watching a tiny cyclone that had sparks winking from throughout it.

“What are you two doing?” Harry asked, eyeing the whirlwind.

Draco grinned. “Cooperative elemental work. We wanted to see if we could meld our abilities to make them more fearsome. I think this qualifies, especially if we can get it going on a larger scale.”

Harry cocked his head. “A fiery cyclone? Yeah, that sounds terrifying, all right.” He agreed. “Could you maybe put that out? I want in your lap, and it’s kind of in the way.” He said to Lucius, pouting slightly at the man.

The cyclone stopped immediately, and Draco cursed, picking up the sparks. “Father! You almost set the grass on fire! Don’t do that!” He snapped.

Lucius just raised an eyebrow at him and Harry grinned and planted himself in the blond’s lap.

Draco sighed in disgust, throwing the sparks into the fire and stomping off to track down Severus.

Ana came over and sat down next to Lucius. “Someone’s bond is noticeably purring today.” She muttered.

Harry flushed happily, burying his face in Lucius’ neck.

Lucius frowned. “You can see bonds? And we have one?”

Ana waved a hand. “It’s not important. Don’t worry about it.” She said lightly.

“It’s important to me.” Lucius said.

Harry raised his head. “Lucius.” He said, drawing the man’s attention to him. “Do you love me?” He asked.

“Yes.” Lucius answered, a bit bewildered by the question.

“Do you want to stay with me?” Harry asked.

Lucius’ brow furrowed. “Well, yes—“

“Do you plan to give me a mating bite?” Harry interrupted him.

“Yes, but—“

“Then what does it matter if we’re already forming a bond?” Harry asked softly. “It’s not like you’re planning to break it if we do have one, right?” He pressed.

Lucius sighed. “Of course I’m not, but, still, it’s not something that happens often, a bond without the claim. It’s rare.” He said.

Ana giggled. “It is.” She agreed. “But you’re blessed enough to be starting one. Enjoy it.” She advised.

Lucius looked down at Harry, noticing that the teen looked nervous. He smiled and leaned down, giving Harry a deep kiss.

Harry moaned, wrapping his arms around Lucius’ neck.

“Must we all be treated to that sight every time you two are together?” Severus’ voice drawled from somewhere to the right of the kissing couple.

“Mm-hm.” Harry hummed into the kiss.

Lucius chuckled, breaking the kiss. “Sorry, Severus, but I’ve had to watch you kissing Draco, how do you think I feel?” He shot back.

Severus sighed. “Nauseated, I presume?”

“Not quite, but something close.” Lucius told him in obvious amusement.

“Can we go now?” Draco asked, looking up at Severus. “I want to do some kissing of my own.”

Harry groaned, head falling forward to rest on Lucius’ chest. “And just like that, the mood has ended.” He muttered.

Lucius chuckled softly. “Come on, then. Let’s head back to the castle.”

Kilton looked up from where he was putting some more wood on the fire. “I’ll see you guys later, then. Oh, and Draco?”

Draco turned his attention to Kilton.

“That was a good idea. We’ve never thought of mixing elemental powers together. You and your father have just opened up a whole new area of study for Elves. Thanks.”

Draco smiled. “Don’t mention it.” He said happily.
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