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Scars	By : KJmom827 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Lucius Views: 20362 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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He’s standing over a table inspecting our food when I return. He is wearing emerald green, silk pajamas and I think he looks positively edible, until he turns to look at me. The green of his pajamas reflects in his eyes and makes them even brighter. It’s as if the whole bloody world is in black and white and the only color that exists is green, and he owns it. The way he’s looking at me, like I’m the only man in the universe and he’s been waiting just for me, adds to this living portrait of perfection.

“Lucius, you look… wow, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in pajamas. Do you sleep in them?” I cannot do this any longer. I will not overtly come on to him, but when he leaves me an opening… So, I won’t go overboard and invite him to find out, but just a little tease can’t hurt too much.

“Only when I sleep alone,” I busy myself by completely uncovering our food, but my attention is focused entirely on him.

“Oh… um, do you… do you sleep in them often?” It was timid and squeaky like a little mouse. I can’t restrain my chuckle at his awkward attempt to inquire about my sex life. This is not something we should be discussing, but if it gets his mind off Draco, then so be it.

“I have slept in these, or a pair similar, since before my wife passed away.”

“Oh,” Personally I feel that an admission that heavy deserves more than just an ‘Oh’. Or I do, until I remember that it’s been almost as long for him and he hasn’t even had the fleeting satisfaction of self-pleasure. Which reminds me that we need to discuss treating him for that as well.

As we sit on his bed, trying to balance our plates and glasses of wine on ridiculous trays that are hardly big enough, I ask him, “When would you like to begin working on that curse?”

He does not hesitate, “Right now. Yesterday. A year ago.”

“It isn’t going to be an overnight fix, like I informed you earlier. I must perform the counter spell several times. The process will be reminiscent of your experience with puberty. At first you will probably experience erotic dreams that will eventually result in-”

“I got it, wet dreams and morning wood that I’ll actually know what to do with this time around. I don’t need the talk on the birds and the bees. I’d just like to know what we need to do to get it started.”

“Wood? Birds and Bees? What kind of coming of age talk do muggles give their children?” I’m a little bit horrified at his references. He just laughs.

“Yeah, I’ve always thought that was a little strange. Sorry, I don’t mean to sound impatient, but I kind of am,” He isn’t eating, he’s just pushing his food around on his plate. I won’t say anything to him tonight, it’s been a long day, but tomorrow he will need to start eating properly.

“That’s perfectly understandable. I really am very sorry about this, Harry. I wish I’d known sooner, I knew something wasn’t right. I even had inklings about what was going on, but I never knew how bad. I’d hoped the two of you would be able to work it out on your own.”

“It’s not your fault, Lucius, besides, how many times did you try to get me to talk? How many times did you ask me if I was ok, if I needed help? I always knew you were there, just waiting for me if it was too much. You know, that’s one thing I didn’t give in to. He wanted to move away shortly after he cursed me, right about the time he started to believe we were having an affair. It only deepened his suspicion, but I absolutely refused to leave the Manor. You were my safety net, Lucius. So, don’t apologize to me, if anything I should be thanking you,” It’s good to know that he feels safe with me, but worsens my guilt over how I feel about him. I don’t feel bad for loving him, but wish I could stop wanting him. I almost feel as if it’s a betrayal of his trust.

“I should have pushed harder a hell of a lot sooner, but that cannot be rectified. So, let’s just try to move forward. I will perform the first counter spell tonight and I will continue to do so nightly until you are able to achieve an erection and ejaculate successfully. I know it’s not ideal to have to talk to me about such things, but it is important that you keep me informed,” I hate how clinical I sound, but it’s that or seductive and right now the former is the best choice.

“I don’t mind so much. I mean, it will probably be embarrassing to endure wet dreams again, but considering what I have to regain, I think I’ll be just fine. Draco was very… adventurous, so there isn’t much that really embarrasses me about sex anymore, and you probably did not want to hear that, sorry. But, I’m just saying that telling you I came won’t be the worst thing I’ve ever had to do. As a matter of fact, I look forward to it. It’s nice, I haven’t had anything to look forward to in a while,” I can’t even process what he’s just said. No, I can, I just don’t want to. What horrible things did he have to do to please Draco? The cutting, the bleeding, obviously, but the way he said that makes me think there was more. I don’t let myself dwell on what could be worse than that, because truthfully, I don’t want to know.

Now neither one of us is eating, so I collect our trays to return them to the table. He keeps his wine and when I turn back to the bed I’m greeted with a most provocative sight. He’s laying on his side with his head propped on his hand, swirling a glass of wine, and watching me. He could easily be a lover waiting for me to return. He isn’t, though, and I will do good to remember that.

“Are you ready for me to cast the spell?”

He sets his glass on the bedside table and turns back to me, “I don’t have to get… naked or anything, right?” I could say ‘yes’, he’d never know the difference. I open my mouth to do just that, but shake my head before my traitorous mouth can utter a sound.

“Ok, good. Not that I would mind so much, it just that I don’t much like being naked now. It takes someone… special to find my body attractive as it is and it’s hard to be comfortable naked if you feel repulsive,” ‘Special’ isn’t the word I would have used.

“You are by no means repulsive, Harry. Lay on your back.“ He grins a little at my compliment, but doesn’t comment. It takes me only a few minutes to finish the incantation, but I find myself reluctant to leave.

“Well, that’s it. How do you feel? Do you think you need more salve tonight? It’s a rather weak mixture, so it wouldn’t hurt to apply it again,” Yes, I’m searching for any reason to touch him.

“No, I’m ok for tonight,” It seems he doesn’t want me to leave yet either. He scoots back to his side of the bed and pats the empty spot beside him. I’m going straight to hell. Still, that knowledge doesn’t keep me from climbing in and reclining against the headboard as if I belong there.

“Let’s play a game,” Merlin, Harry, please just stop.

“What kind of game?” Now I need to stop.

“We’ll take turns asking each other questions. I get to ask you one, and you must answer honestly, then you get to ask one and I have to do the same. We just go back and forth like that, it’s a good way to get to know someone. I think, after as long as he kept us apart, we should get reacquainted,” Another opening, but I can’t think of anything to say that wouldn’t be very lecherous.

“Ok.”

“You can go first, and you can ask anything you want.”

“Wouldn’t this be more reliable with a bit of veritaserum?”

“I’m sure that it would, but this is also about trust. We have to trust each other to answer honestly. My turn-”

“Wait, I thought you said I got to go first?”

“I did, you asked about veritaserum and I answered. Now I get to ask a question,” The devious little… “It really doesn’t bother you for me to be staying here?”

Oh, how to answer that, “You are always welcome in my home, Harry. I enjoy your company very much,” Ah, honest and not damning. I’m quite proud of that. I wish I could ask questions so innocent, but there are things I need but don’t wish to know.

“Did…” Why do I find this so difficult to ask? “Did Draco find it attractive? The wounds and scars?” He stills for a moment before answering.

“In a way. I don’t think he found them physically attractive, he told me that often enough. I think he liked what they represented, the power he had over me,” I have to close my eyes for a moment. I can’t look at him, not when my guilt is threatening to overwhelm me.

“Lucius? Hey…” He’s so gentle, like I’m the one who needs comforting, and maybe I am, but he’s the one who’s been hurt, “It’s not your fault, please, stop thinking that. To be honest, I’m finding it harder to lay all the blame on Draco. I know I can beat him easily in a duel, still, I stayed. Look, let’s forget about the stupid game. Let’s try to get some sleep. I know it’s early, but I’m a little tired now.”

I agree, I hate to end his game so soon and I don’t want to leave him, but it has been a very long day. We have another trying day ahead of us before we can rest.

“I’ll see you in the morning, Harry,” As I stand he grabs my hand and I have the horrifying but wonderful thought that he will ask me to sleep in his bed. That would be too much. I just might snap, but he doesn’t. Instead he gives my hand three more squeezes before falling back onto the bed and crawling under the covers.

“What was that?” He looks at me like he knows something I don’t, like he has a fantastic secret that he won’t divulge.

“Maybe I’ll tell you one of these days,” His smile this time is angelic and it takes my breath. I can only nod and try not to run from the room as I strive to keep myself from doing something utterly idiotic, like kiss him.
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