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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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“Are you okay with it?” Harry asked quietly once Severus and Draco had left for the dungeons. “I mean, really okay with it?”

“Hm? With what?” Lucius asked, stopping in the middle of the deserted hallway.

Harry turned to face him, linking their free hands between them. “Being bonded with me. Is it not what you want, or..?” He bit his lip.

Lucius freed one hand and cupped Harry’s face. “I don’t hate the idea, Harry, never think that. It’s just… It’s unexpected, that’s all. I’m still absorbing the information, really.” He said softly.

Harry sighed. “Sorry. This happens with royals. We bond based on emotion more than the actual bite. The bite just seals the bond, it forms on its own as we fall in love. I can’t really help it.” He explained.

Lucius licked his lips. “I want to be bonded with you, I do. I just had no idea that we were already heading down that road. I wouldn’t change it for the world, though. The idea is already starting to grow on me.” He said with a small smile.

“Good.” Harry said, sounding relieved. “I don’t want you to think you’re being pushed into anything. If you decide you don’t want me before the bite, the bond can be broken.” He offered.

“I don’t want to break it.” Lucius said firmly. “I would never do that. A natural bond… It’s rare, and precious. Nothing about it is forced, or coerced. It just happens. Do you know how often that happens?” He asked.

Harry shrugged. “No idea.” He said.

Lucius shook his head. “It’s rare enough that the lore about it is all rumours. No one knows anything about natural bonds for sure. Except, apparently, the royal Fae. We’re part of the lucky few, Harry.” He said.

Harry smiled. “I’m glad you feel that way. Come on, I need to get to sleep.” He said, tugging Lucius toward Gryffindor Tower.

Lucius hesitated. “Harry…” He stopped and narrowed his eyes, staring at the floor.

Harry cocked his head. “What?”

Lucius met his eyes, looking uncertain. “Would you be willing to sleep with me tonight? Just to sleep. I don’t want to be apart after learning something like that.” He admitted.

“I suppose I could. I’ll have Dobby bring me pyjamas and a change of clothes tomorrow.” Harry said.

“I’d appreciate it.” Lucius said honestly. “It would make my Faurae feel much better about our forming bond if I could have a preview of what it’ll be like to wake up next to you every morning.”

Harry nodded. “Alright. I’ll sleep with you tonight. Just… You do wear pyjamas, right?”

Lucius smirked. “I own some, and I will wear them tonight.” He promised.

Harry’s face flamed at the insinuation that Lucius normally slept nude, but he ignored the fact and licked his lips. “Okay, good. Let’s go.” He said in a slightly nervous tone.

Lucius chuckled, but headed toward his rooms.

Harry spent most of the short walk getting increasingly more flustered, and when Lucius opened the door and motioned for Harry to precede him into the room, the teen almost bolted. He took a deep breath, steeled his nerves, and walked in, fidgeting.

Lucius followed him in and locked the door. He stepped up behind Harry, wrapping his arms around Harry’s waist and resting his chin on the teen’s shoulder. “Relax.” He whispered into his ear. “I’m not going to eat you.” He nipped at Harry’s ear, then added, “Or ravish you. Not until our wedding night, that is.” He amended. “And by then, you’ll be begging me for it, believe me.”

Harry shivered at the thought.

Lucius walked into the bedroom and opened a drawer, pulling out a set of red pyjamas.

Harry smiled. “Gryffindor red?” He asked teasingly.

Lucius shook his head with a smile. “They were a gag gift from Severus, who knows I usually sleep in the nude. I must admit, though, I do look good in red.” He mused, then shook himself. “I went to the Manor and retrieved them when the Dark Lord gave me the mission to woo you; I’ll need pyjamas during our weekend trip.” He said pragmatically.

Harry nodded. “Good point. You don’t need to wear the top. Just the bottoms will be fine.” He said.

Lucius hummed, smiling, as he put the top back into the drawer and closed it. “Alright. I’ll change in the bathroom. You can call Dobby to bring you pyjamas and let me know when you’re ready for me to come out.” He told the teen.

“Alright.” Harry said as Lucius went into the bathroom and shut the door.

Harry called for Dobby quietly.

“Harry Potter is needing Dobby?” The elf asked the moment he appeared.

Harry smiled fondly, wondering if the elf ever slept. He seemed to be available at any hour if Harry needed him.

“Yes.” Harry said. “I need you to go to my dormitory and bring me pyjama bottoms.”

Dobby’s eyes widened. “Harry Potter is going to sleep here?” He squeaked. “With Master Malfoy?” He added.

“Er, yes. Just… Keep it a secret, okay?” Harry asked nervously.

Dobby slowly nodded, eyes wide. “Dobby will be right back, Harry Potter!” He said, then popped away.

He came back in a few seconds, holding Harry’s yellow pyjama bottoms, and handed them to Harry.

“Dobby hopes Harry Potter knows what he is doing.” Dobby said quietly.

Harry smiled reassuringly. “Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing, Dobby. Thank you. I’ll call you tomorrow morning to bring me clothes.” He told the elf.

Dobby nodded. “Yes, Harry Potter. Good night!”

Harry said good night and the elf popped away again. He quickly changed and slid underneath the covers. “Alright, I’m ready!” He called out.

Lucius opened the bathroom door and came to bed, sliding under the covers and grabbing Harry around the waist, pulling him into his arms and pressing his chest to Harry’s back, tangling their legs together.

Harry stiffened.

Lucius tutted. “Calm down. Go to sleep.” He said softly, closing his eyes and burying his nose in Harry’s hair. “I’m not going to do anything to you.” He assured the teen one last time, before his body went lax. Within minutes, he was asleep.

Harry was having a hard time staying awake as he breathed in Lucius’ hot cinnamon scent. He followed Lucius into sleep quickly, lulled by the comforting scent and presence of the man.

*****

Harry woke to his wand’s alarm and grabbed the offending item, silencing it. He stretched, and the arm around his waist tightened as a growl sounded right behind his head.

Harry froze.

“Don’t you dare leave this bed yet.” Lucius’ sleep-roughened voice warned before the arm left his waist. There was a quick charm spoken and repeated, and Harry felt his mouth lose that taste of morning-breath before it was replaced with a minty flavour. “Turn over.” Lucius demanded.

Harry turned, flushing as the fact that he could feel Lucius’ hard cock through their pyjama bottoms, and had a moment to wonder what the man wanted before soft lips were on his and his mouth was being coaxed open. He moaned, reaching out to wrap his arms around Lucius’ shoulders.

“Mm.” Lucius hummed into his mouth before pulling away. “Good morning, beautiful.” The man murmured, raking his eyes over what he could see of Harry’s form.

Harry flushed. “Good morning.” He let his eyes wander over the man’s chest and noticed the nipple ring. He let go of Lucius’ shoulders to trace the small hoop with one finger.

Lucius hummed happily, lips quirking upward. “You really like the ring, don’t you?” He asked.

Harry cleared his throat. “Um, yeah, I do.” He admitted.

“I’ll make sure to have it in on our wedding day, then.” The man promised softly, before placing another quick kiss on Harry’s lips. “Time to shower. Will you be joining me?” He asked Harry. “I have room.”

Harry licked his lips. “Are you going to molest me in the shower?” He asked.

Lucius smiled. “I was thinking a quick hand-job wouldn’t go amiss, but we don’t have time for any of the other myriad ways I can make your toes curl.” He said teasingly.

Harry’s face flamed. “I suppose I could.” He said.

“I thought as much.” Lucius said smugly. He got out of bed and rounded it, holding out a hand to Harry. “Come on.”

Harry took his hand and was led into the bathroom. They both stripped off their pyjama bottoms and Harry pointedly looked everywhere but at Lucius’ hard cock.

Lucius chuckled softly. “Harry, it’s perfectly alright to look. Every part of me will be all for you soon enough. You’re more than entitled to enjoy my form.” He said evenly.

Harry glanced at the rigid member, and once he’d set eyes on it, he couldn’t seem to look away.

He was a pretty impressive eight inches himself, but Lucius was both longer and a bit thicker than he was, and the end result was… A bit intimidating, to be honest. “Um…” Harry felt heat rise to his face. “Will that even fit in me?” He asked quietly.

Lucius chuckled and cupped his face, guiding the teen’s eyes upward to meet his own silver orbs. “It will fit, Harry. You’re not the first virgin I’ve inducted into the carnal arts, you’ll merely be my last. It will fit, and I assure you, you’ll love it.” He promised before kissing the tip of Harry’s nose. “Get into the shower.” He said, giving Harry’s arse a gentle spank as the teen slipped past him into the shower.

Lucius got in and turned on the water, setting it to his desired temperature. “Is that too hot for you?” He asked Harry.

Harry shook his head. “No, it’s perfect.” The teen breathed, tilting his face upward and closing his eyes as Lucius joined him.

Lucius took a few minutes to enjoy the view of Harry with water streaming over his body, before he decided his previous plan needed amending. He dropped to his knees before Harry, taking the teen’s cock into his mouth once again, sucking on him like his very life depended on it.

Harry moaned and buried a hand in Lucius’ hair. “God, Lucius, what—I mean, why—Fuck!” He panted incoherently.

Lucius pulled off his cock long enough to mutter, “Not quite yet,” before resuming his previous employment. He brought one hand up to cup the teen’s balls, gently rolling them in his hand and using the feeling of them as a measure of how close Harry was to coming. He let his other hand drop down between his own legs, stroking himself with the same pace he was sucking Harry with. If he timed it just right they could come together.

Harry moaned and grabbed onto Lucius’ shoulders, using every bit of brainpower left with most of his blood pooling in his lower half to keep from falling into a heap on the shower floor. He looked down and moaned helplessly, closing his eyes against the vision of Lucius Malfoy looking up at him with a mouthful of his cock.

He whimpered a few times, unable to keep the sounds inside. He was biting so hard on his bottom lip he feared he’d bite it off.

Lucius sped up his hand and mouth, feeling Harry’s balls draw tight. Just a few more moments… He tightened his lips, took Harry deep into his throat, and growled.

Harry cried out, coming, and Lucius gave two more quick tugs and spilled over his own hand.

Lucius swallowed Harry’s release, then stood, smirking. “All ready to face the day?” He asked teasingly.

Harry sighed loudly, eyes heavy-lidded. “Mm.” The teen responded, then wrapped his arms around Lucius’ neck, drawing the man into a sloppy kiss. “You are a wonderful man.” He murmured against Lucius’ lips.

Lucius chuckled. “Flirt. I bet you say that to all the men who suck your cock.”

Harry shrugged. “Wouldn’t know.” He replied. “You’re the first.”

Lucius hummed in agreement. “And I’ll be the last.” He added. “Now, let’s get cleaned up. I need enough time to condition my hair. Twice.”

Harry’s eyes snapped open wide at that. “Twice?!” He repeated incredulously.

Lucius nodded, reaching for the shampoo. “Of course. Do you think hair like mine comes easy? It doesn’t, I assure you.”

Harry just shook his head in bafflement. “You have an obsession with your hair.” He muttered.

Lucius just smiled. “Perhaps. But when it’s my best feature, can you blame me?” He asked. The question was obviously rhetorical.

*****

Harry and Draco were first through the portal and Ana grabbed Harry’s arm before he could hurry toward the fire pit. “It’s time.” She said quietly as Severus and Lucius came through. “Sir Gregor is ready to see you.”

Harry nodded. “Alright.” He walked over to Lucius. “I have to go meet with someone.” He explained, then went up on tiptoe to give the blond a quick kiss. “I’ll see you later.” He said, then turned back to Ana. “Okay, let’s go.”

Ana led him to the Clan Hall, taking him down a hallway he hadn’t gone down when he was meeting Matriona. “Sir Gregor is not accustomed to being out in the elements, so he usually stays indoors. He doesn’t take heat very well, and it is always summer here.” She explained, then smiled. “Of course, it is always warm in our capital, too. He spends far too much time indoors, I think. But he is free to do as he wishes, for the most part.” She added with a shrug.

She led Harry to a room and knocked. She folded her hands in front of her and waited until the door opened, then nodded. “Sir Gregor, this is Harry Potter.” She introduced them.

Harry nodded to the man. “Nice to meet you.”

Sir Gregor was several inches taller than Harry, and had long, white hair braided down his back. He was paler than normal, even for a Fae, likely owing to his habit of staying indoors. He looked a few years older than Lucius, and his chocolate brown markings were clearly visible against the pure white of his wings. “Hmm…” He hummed consideringly, looking over Harry. “A fine young Lord, if I do say so myself.” He decided. “Well, come in, then. You need to train to use your gifts.” He said, grabbing Harry’s hand and pulling the boy into the room. “Thank you, Majesty. I’ll send him back in one piece in about an hour.” He said.

Ana smiled. “I’ll see you then, Harry. Try to learn as much as you can. Sir Gregor is a wonderful teacher.” She said, waving and shutting the door before she left.

Sir Gregor let go of Harry’s hand and studied him. “So, you have the Sight, though you’re unaccustomed to using it. You also think that the connection between you and this Voldemort fellow is blocking it? Well, it’s not, so don’t worry about that. You’re just a bit of a late bloomer, with your Faurae blood laying dormant for so long; it’s to be expected. Don’t worry, we’ll sort you out right.” The man said, smiling widely.

Harry blinked. “How did you..?”

Sir Gregor raised both hands and wiggled his fingers. “I took the liberty of dipping into your mind and doing a little research as I pulled you in here.” He explained.

“Oh. Right.” The man could also read his mind. Well, that wasn’t surprising. He was the High Seer, after all.

“Now, Her Majesty brought me because I’m the best. And there was nothing for me to do back home, but she doesn’t know that. Anyway, sit down, try to clear your mind of all thoughts but learning to use your gift, and let’s see what we’re working with here…”
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