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A Different Kind of Hero	By : JunjouSlashGirl Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 53263 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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Chapter List
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Chapter 6. Working Together
HP
Harry had opened his eyes and blinked in irritation. The last thing he could remember was lying next to Lucius on the sofa watching Sherlock. So how had he gotten into bed?
"Good morning, Harry. How are you feeling?"
He turned around and found Lucius lying next to him, his eyes still closed. Stretching carefully, he noticed that the ache in his muscles had been reduced to a feeling that was similar to his soreness after a particular hard Quidditch training session.
Smiling, he answered: "I feel much better, but how did I get upstairs?"
Lucius huffed: "I carried you, of course."
Harry blinked in confusion: "How long was I asleep?"
"Nearly 24 hours, you fell asleep after half an hour of watching the movie," Lucius answered softly.
"I slept that long? Why didn't you wake me?" Harry asked in shock.
"Because," his dominant drawled lazily "You needed the rest to heal and I find watching you sleep rather calming and enjoyable."
"Wasn't it boring to sit on the sofa the whole time?" Harry asked sceptically, he really didn't like the thought of boring his mate.
"You never could bore me," Lucius replied softly and turned around to give him a soft kiss. Harry mewled appreciatively and wrapped his arms around his mate's neck, trying to deepen the kiss, but Lucius would not let him. A bit irritated, he drew away to look the aristocrat in the eyes, who just chuckled:
"Harry, you are still not fully healed and I will not partake in any action that could affect your recovery."
Pouting, Harry made his best puppy-eyes look that had always worked until now; he really wanted to kiss a bit more, it always made him feel good, but this time Lucius merely shook his head.
"No," his mate said sternly, forbidding any further argument with that one word.
Feeling a bit offended, he sat up and asked: "Are there any plans for today?"
"Yes, there are," Lucius smirked, obviously recognizing his annoyance but not acknowledging it.
"And what will we do?" he asked, hoping that maybe they could go outside for a walk with Nagini.
"The same as yesterday," Lucius chuckled.
Harry huffed. He really didn't think it necessary. He felt far better than the night before and the sound of spending another night on the sofa sounded boring.
"Do we have to? It sounds boring," he complained, knowing that he sounded like a small, whiny child but not caring at the moment.
"Yes, we will lie on the sofa, watch some more movies and if you behave well, we might play a game of chess or two," Lucius commanded and stood up to pull his trousers and shirt on.
"Can't we at least go for a walk? Nagini has to eat," he tried, knowing that it wouldn't be successful.
"Nagini ate three sheep only a couple of days ago, she will be fine for at least another week," Lucius retorted.
Glaring, Harry stood up as well, picking up his pants.
"Do not bother, you will lie down anyway," his mate commanded and Harry dropped his pants in annoyance, snapping: "But I will not be carried downstairs again!" He didn't wait for an answer and stomped down the stairs in his long sleeping shirt.
Light floated out of the kitchen and into the hallway as he came down. Snape sat behind the Daily Prophet, expression gloomier than ever.
"Has something happened?" he asked as he made his way to the refrigerator, maybe he could at least make some breakfast for the man...if he was lucky.
"I told him some uncomfortable truths last night," Lucius drawled as he sat down at the small kitchen table adding: "What are you doing, Harry?"
Ignoring his dominant's question for now, he went over to the stove and asked: "What kind of truths?"
"That I will not tell you, it is not my story," Lucius explained and then repeated his earlier question, but Harry's stubborn streak had sprung to life and he ignored him once more, pulling a bowl from the shelf to prepare pancakes.
"Harry, what are you doing? Didn't I tell you that you would rest today?" Lucius' voice had gained a growling undertone, but it had little effect on Harry; in comparison to other submissives, vampire submissives were not very obedient when they truly didn't want to be, so he only turned and glared at Lucius. Harry knew instinctively that Lucius could use ‘compulsion’ on him, to literally force him to oblige, but he also knew that Lucius' instincts would warn him not to do so, because compulsion would make him into a mindless puppet for a short moment, but not stop the huge argument and the breach of trust that would most likely cause. The dominant's compulsion was only meant to save the submissive from an otherwise dangerous situation and thus Lucius would not dare to use it on him.
The loud growl that vibrated through the small room told Harry that he been right with his assumptions. He gave another smirk and turned back around.
"If you at least let me do this, I will lie down afterwards like the good little submissive I am," he promised sweetly.
Snape made a choking sound then that sounded like suppressed laughter, and Harry was proud of himself; he had stood his ground against his overprotective dominant and made his stiff Potions Master laugh.
He started to pour flour into the bowl and added three eggs and milk. Snape, who must have caught on what he was doing after putting his paper to the side asked:
"Is that for me?"
"Yes," Harry just answered and started to mix the ingredients.
"There is no need to go to such extents for me," the Potions Master's voice sounded behind him, a bit strained.
"It is no problem," Harry answered smoothly."
"Severus wants to tell you in his polite manner, that he is not hungry," Lucius elaborated.
"Yeah," Harry just said, he had gathered as much, but he would not stop cooking after his mate had finally given up.
"Well?" Severus asked in a drawling voice.
"I don't care, I want to cook and Snape is the only person present who still needs to eat actual food, so I will cook for him."
Severus groaned, but Harry paid it no mind. He had always loved cooking, even for the Dursley’s. They had left him alone in the kitchen and it had always relaxed him and even more importantly: It was the only thing besides lazing about he would be allowed to do today, so Snape would just have to eat. The man could use the added calories anyway, there really was no reason to be so thin unless someone was starving him as Harry had been starved in the past, but he really didn't believe that someone could do that to the grouchy, but powerful wizard. It was more likely, that the man just forgot to eat on a regular basis, when he was once again engrossed in a potion.
Pouring the dough into a heated pan, he quickly baked a whole pile of pancakes. After he had piled them on a big plate and added syrup, he put the plate in front of his professor, smiling happily down on him.
Severus only glared at his meal, but to Harry's joy, started eating without any more complains.
"Well, I will go into the living room then," he announced and wandered off, leaving two stunned wizards behind.
Sitting down comfortably, he spread the thin sofa-blanket over his legs. It really made no difference for his body temperature, but it was still comforting to snuggle into the soft material. He started the TV and the DVD-player with the remote and started the first episode once more; he had fallen asleep in the midst of it after all.
Skipping forwards, he searched for the last scene he could remember.
"You want to watch them again?"
Harry startled, he had been so distracted, that he had not heard his mate approaching.
"Yeah, I did not get to watch much yesterday, but the beginning had been really good. Do you want to join me?"
"Later, I have watched the entire season. I will just ask Severus to join me in a game of chess for now," Lucius answered.
Harry blinked in surprise; he would never have thought that Lucius could have the patience to watch an entire season of a muggle series. "Really? Did you like it?"
"It was not as boring as I imagined, neither was it as bad."
Harry grinned broadly and angled his neck so that he could look into his mate's face.
"You liked it," he teased.
"I did not say that," Lucius huffed.
"Yeah, but it was as good as an admission," Harry smirked.
Scowling down on him, Lucius sneered: "Surely not. I could never like a muggle movie," and then turned and left Harry to his own devices.
Snickering, Harry turned back to the TV. His mate came back only ten minutes later, a grumpy potions master in toe.
"I really have no time for chess, I still need to find a cure for your sunlight problem," Snape complained.
"You should spend at least an hour with something else other than potions," Lucius retorted and Harry could hear him setting up the chess board.
"And why, pray tell, should I do something else?"
"Because," Lucius drawled "I have seen the movie Harry is watching already and I cannot stand another of those stupid novels; and for the last few days I only played against Harry and I need a real challenge for a change."
"Hey! I heard that!" Harry shouted indignantly. "I am getting better, you said it yourself!"
"I did and it is true, but you still have much to learn until you will be a serious match for me," Lucius replied and Harry could hear the smirk in his mate's voice.
Harry assumed that Lucius and Snape had started their game, because the two men fell silent. He ended the first episode and started the second one, but the game still seemed to be in full play, because no one had called ‘check’ yet. As he had finished the third episode, he finally got curious and made his way over to the two adults, who were frowning equally fiercely, obviously deep in thought.
Eying the board, he tried to decipher, which man was winning, but the pieces were so mixed that he could not even say who was playing white and who was playing black.
"Are you black or white?" he asked Lucius curiously, but his mate only silenced him with a muttered: "Hush, Harry, I need to concentrate."
That at least sounded as if his mate was losing. Hoping that Lucius would not turn out to be a sore loser, he decided to take the chance and sneak into Dudley's room to play some Playstation.
Silently, he climbed up the stairs, only to jump in surprise as he nearly tripped over Nagini.
"Hello little Master. Do you feel better?" his familiar asked.
"Yes, thank you. How did you know that I was ill?" he asked, opening the door to his late cousin's room and letting Nagini in first.
"I could smell it. You smelled like my old master’s followers after he punished them."
"Well, I kind of was hit by the same curse," Harry scratched the back of his neck and sat down on the soft bed.
Nagini seemed to frown; at least as much as a snake could. "I did not notice any attack and I surely would have, if anyone had intruded on your home," she hissed, sounding as if she was annoyed with herself.
"There was no intruder, I had a vision about Voldemort and because of our mental link, I felt every curse he inflicted on his followers," he explained quickly, he didn't want Nagini to start believing that she was a bad familiar.
"Did your mate help you?" she asked.
"He did thankfully, or I would have lost my mind," he said silently.
Nagini eyed him intensely and then nodded: "Your mate really is strong."
"He is," Harry agreed and started the console. "Do you want stay with me for a bit?" he asked and smiled happily when Nagini curled around his body, before laying her heavy head into his lap.
He was just about to meet his final opponent, when the door flew open and Lucius stomped inside, an unhappy scowl on his face.
"Did you lose?" He asked, stopping the game.
"No, it was a tie," Lucius said, looking as if the outcome was just as bad as an actual loss.
"So, why are you so gloomy then?"
"Because, I told you to rest, but instead of listening, you have wandered off," Lucius growled.
"I am resting, the only difference is, that I am resting in another room," Harry then stood up to cuddle his grumpy dominant, who sighed at the contact.
"I am only worried about you," Lucius admitted softly.
A pang of guilt pierced Harry's heart and he nuzzled Lucius’ chest.
"I am sorry, I was a lousy submissive today and that after you have taken care of me a whole day and night without even sleeping," he apologized softly.
"You were, but I forgive you, my stubborn little submissive. I think I should have expected that your famous stubbornness would show up at some point," Lucius chuckled and kissed his head.
Harry chewed on his bottom lip; it didn't feel right that Lucius would forgive him so easily, he wanted to do something for his mate, so he asked: "Is there something I can do to make it up to you?"
"Let me carry you downstairs, wrap you in a blanket and place you on my lap," Lucius answered and smiled softly, one hand coming up to stroke over his neck with a sharp claw. Harry shivered in pleasure as he felt his skin being sliced open and a single droplet of blood making its way down his sensitive skin. Lucius scooped the precious liquid up and licked it from his finger, a low groan leaving his throat. Harry wrapped his arm around his mate and waited until Lucius had gained control over his senses again. He was picked up easily, but instead of being carried directly downstairs, Lucius went over to the shelf and retrieved the second season of Sherlock.

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The next day was the twelfth day since their arrival at 4 Privet Drive. Lucius had finally declared Harry fully healed and now he currently sat curled up in Lucius' lap, reading yet another ancient book to try and find a solution to their problem of the Horcruxes.
Snape was down in his lab, and he was glad to have some time alone with Lucius, even when they just sat together on the couch. Lucius was once again stroking Harry's neck. The skin there already looked very abused. It always sent little tingles down his spine, right to his lower abdomen and cock whenever Lucius pierced his skin there, marking him. Of course it hurt him when his mate drew blood and marked his white skin with another lilac bruise, but as long as his mate inflicted this sensual pain, it felt good. If someone were to ask him, he would probably answer that it hurt just the right amount to make his body tingle and feeling alive, but truth to be told, Harry didn't know if Lucius could hurt him too much; as far as he could tell, the pleasure only grew with the amount of pain inflicted. He could never explain his feelings to any of his friends, because they would be shocked and would never be able to understand; and truth to be told, before his transformation he would not have been able to understand it either.
The fact that only Lucius was able to leave permanent marks on his body anymore, just as he was the only one able to heal his skin, made the marks that much more precious to him and they never left permanent scars anyway. Every scratch simply disappeared after a couple of days.
It worked the other way around as well, but Harry, as a submissive had no wish to mark Lucius’ skin. He was content to wear the bruises and scratches that marked him as a mated submissive as clearly as his mating mark; it was something to be proud of.
Something heavy lay down in his lap and he closed his book to see what it was.
"You once said that you would keep me safe from my old master. Do you stay true to your words?" Nagini hissed, looking up at him with unblinking eyes.
Confused, Harry nodded. Of course he would help the snake, who had suffered so much already under Lord Voldemort.
At the next moment, the reptile struck. She wound her heavy body around Harry's smaller one, pulling him from Lucius’ lap and onto the floor. Harry's dead heart was pounding rapidly and sudden fear clouded his mind. He had thought that Nagini had become a friend; was she still loyal to the Dark Lord in the end?
Through blurry, tear filled eyes he saw that Lucius had sprung to his feet, his wand already in his hand, aiming at Nagini.
"Stop, Lucius!"
Harry believed it was Severus who had shouted, but from his place on the ground, he could not see him. He heard him saying: "She is binding herself to your mate, let her be!" before a searing pain erupted from just beneath his collarbones. He screamed in agony when the snake's poison entered his system. It could not harm him, but the poison of a magical snake was still very painful, even for a vampire. Nagini restricted his convulsing body; it was as if liquid fire was burning his organs. His vision went blank and his voice broke under his agonized scream.
Harry didn't know how long he had laid on the floor, writhing in agony, until the pain subsided and his vision returned. Nagini was still curled tightly around him and he would have suffocated if he had still been alive.
When the reptile noticed that he was fully conscious again, she let him go hissing: "Master."
Harry sat up, his whole body shaking and nodded once in acceptance of the service Nagini had just promised him. The snake laid her head on his lap and he finally looked up to see Severus barely restraining an aggravated Lucius.
"I am fine," he croaked out, trying to reassure his furious mate.
"She has hurt you, it doesn't matter why," Lucius growled through flashing fangs.
"Please Lucius, she has offered me her services as my familiar, don't hurt her," Harry pleaded, standing up and going over to his mate, who instantly scooped him up into his arms, taking deep breaths of Harry's scent. It really had not been the wisest move of Nagini to bind herself to him in this manner, but maybe there were bonding rituals for a magical snake as there had been for him and Lucius and therefore, he would not accuse her of wanting to hurt him, he honestly doubt that it had been her goal. It was more likely that the pain of Nagini's venom had been an unavoidable side effect.
Lucius looked as if he was not sure if he should agree or not, so he gave Lucius a chaste kiss on his cheek: "Please?" he put on his best puppy-eyes look, before nuzzling his dominant’s neck for good measure.
"Would it make you happy, if I restrain myself from punishing her?" Lucius hissed.
"Yes," Harry answered, nuzzling his dominant’s neck.
"Then I will do that, even though she deserves death for the pain she has caused you."
"Thank you," Harry gave the thick vein on Lucius throat a thankful lick and the man shuddered.
Lucius carried him over to the sofa and laid him down gently before pulling his shirt over his head, revealing two angry, red marks shaped like the two halves of the yin and yang symbol, lying next to each other, just beneath Harry's collar bones. Harry shivered, when his mates tongue soothed over the irritated skin. Lucius hands started to roam Harry's half naked body, searching for any other spot that might be hurt. Harry flushed, when a thumb brushed his right nipple, sending small shivers directly down into his groin and eliciting a quiet whimper from his mouth, pressing automatically into that wet muscle.
Snape cleared his throat and Harry bolted up-right, he had forgotten that the man was in the room with them. Lucius only growled under his breath and grabbed Harry, placing him in his lap and crossing his strong arms in front of his body. Sighing contently, Harry snuggled back into his mate’s strong chest. Lucius was a good and strong mate, he was glad to be his submissive.
"What do you want, Severus?" Lucius snapped, not even trying to control his emotions like it would be for a proper Malfoy.
Snape cleared his throat again, his cheeks flushed, but trying his hardest to not show his embarrassment over seeing his best friend nearly devouring his student:
"I think I have successfully brewed a potion, that will allow you and Harry to live during the day again," the man announced.
"Really? So quickly?" Harry beamed, happy that he would be able to enjoy the sun again soon.
"Of course, you forget that I am the best Potions Master in Britain," Snape huffed.
"Not only in Britain," Lucius drawled, but Harry ignored his comment in favour of another question:
"Can we drink it now?" Harry asked eagerly.
"You should take it before you go to sleep so that your bodies can rest while the potion takes effect. I will give it to you before sunrise and try to wake you two up around noon," Snape announced.
"Thank you, Severus. It means a lot to us," Lucius inclined his head politely.
"It is important to us all that you can resume your old lives," Snape retorted, scoffing.
"Then we can take a break from all the boring research for the rest of the night!" Harry exclaimed, happily bouncing on Lucius’ lap.
"It is not boring, it is necessary," Snape glared at him, but Lucius just asked: "And what do you propose we could do?"
Harry jumped from his lap and ran up to his late cousin's bedroom, searching for a moment; he came back with a slim box in his hands.
"Interview with a vampire?" Lucius asked, one elegant eyebrow raised.
Harry grinned broadly: "Yes, it's good!"
"Have we not watched enough nonsense on the black box in the last two days?" Lucius scoffed.
"It is called a television, or telly, or just TV and don't try to tell me that you have not liked Sherlock," Harry retorted and started the DVD player.
"But a vampire movie?" Lucius sounded pained.
Harry only rolled his eyes.
Snape tried to turn around without drawing suspicion, but Lucius growled: "You will not leave me alone with the silly fairy tales muggles make up about vampires! Sit down and watch; after all, you at least know exactly what a telly is!"
Glaring at his friend, Snape sat down in one of the armchairs.
He decided not to comment and started the movie and then climbed back into Lucius’ lap, where he snuggled comfortably into his mate’s warm body.
It didn't take Lucius long to start making snide remarks: "Stupid vampire, why is he giving a muggle an interview?"
"It is the reason for telling his story," Harry explained.
"He should tell his story to a friend, it would be much safer for him, muggles are incalculable," Lucius replied dryly.
"It is just a movie," Harry rolled his eyes.
"I certainly hope so, otherwise the wizarding community could be in great danger."
"Stop spoiling the movie and just relax for once," Harry huffed.
"There is nothing to spoil," Lucius muttered.
"Of course there is, ‘Interview with a vampire’ is a great movie, with great actors!"
"They are not as good looking or as intelligent as I am," Lucius glared at the TV, where Louis just awoke after his transformation.
"Mh...I don't know, he sure is hot as well," Harry teased, but quickly noticed that he had gone too far. Lucius slid a hand under his shirt driving his sharp claws down Harry's back, from his neck down to his tailbone. A shiver shook his body and he arched into the touch. Biting his bottom lip, he desperately tried to stifle a groan, but he lost the battle when Lucius’ index finger slid fluidly into his trousers scratching teasingly at the beginning of Harry's crevice, but not going any closer to his now quivering hole. It was telling about the trust he had developed for his mate that he didn't panic anymore at Lucius’ touch.
"Do never forget who your mate is," Lucius whispered into his ear.
"I...I will never forget ...who my mate is," Harry gasped.
"Good," Lucius said pulling his hand from Harry’s pants.
When Harry had calmed down a bit he threw a quick glance over at Snape. Luckily, his Professor had not witnessed any of his and Lucius’ exchange. Harry tried to concentrate back on the movie, but didn't really succeed. His skin was still tingling from the spot where Lucius had touched him, especially his crack felt highly sensitive right now. He wanted to fidget, to hopefully get rid of the feeling, but he had learned his lesson about fidgeting. The caressing touches on his neck weren't helping either. Harry became hyper aware of his whole body and that was not a good experience when one of your professors sat only a few feet away from you.
He couldn't say if Lucius was aware of his predicament or not, but he had the suspicion that the aristocrat was all too aware of what he was doing to his mate. The man was just too intelligent to not notice. The only good thing was that Lucius had stopped to comment on the film. In the end, the movie was nearly over, when Harry succeeded to concentrate again.
"Well, that was interesting," said Snape in a voice that suggested that he had not liked the movie in the least, when the credits started.
"It sure was an experience," Lucius agreed falsely and with a wicked smile. Harry just knew that he didn't mean the movie at all.
"I liked the film," Harry huffed and glared at the two men.
"We will not forbid you to like such... ‘undemanding’ free time activities," Snape drawled.
"At least I do other things than just brewing potions until I reek like a bloody apothecary," Harry retorted dryly.
Snape didn't even grace his retort with an answer.
"We will retire now," Lucius announced and lifted Harry from his lap, who thought that it probably would be the best for when they would be woken by Snape after only the half of their usual sleeping time.
Don't forget your potion," Snape stopped them and pulled two small glass vials with an oily black potion from his robe pocket.
"Thank you," Lucius said and took the offered bottles. Laying a hand on the small of Harry's back, he firmly but gently guided him upstairs. In their room, Harry started to undress. He exchanged his shirt for an older one, one he would not dare to wear to school anymore and then stepped out of his trousers, leaving his lower half naked when he climbed under the covers. He had no problem to sleep like this, knowing that Lucius liked him exposed and he had slept like this since the day Lucius had asked him to not wear boxers beneath his trousers. He knew his mate would like to have him completely naked at night, but he still needed one layer of clothing as a barrier.
Harry could feel the silver-red eyes lingering on his thighs and butt when he crawled over onto his side of the bed. It showed him how trustworthy his dominant was that he had not overstepped Harry's boundaries, even so the aristocrat clearly wanted more than to watch him.
"I want to discuss something with you before we take the potion and go to bed," Lucius announced, still sitting on the bed frame. Harry, who had already laid down the blanket pulled up until it reached his nose sat up again, curious as to what his mate had to say. He could see in Lucius’ eyes that it was something very important and he wanted to make an impression of being attentive.
"I would like to explain to you what it means to be mated on a legal level. Am I right to assume that you have do not have much knowledge about wizarding rights?" Lucius asked in a business like voice. Harry shook his head; the only thing he had picked up (of course from one of Hermione's lectures) was that wizarding rights were even more complicated than the muggle ones.
"Mates, no matter their species, are considered a unit, even more thoroughly bound to each other than a married couple," Lucius explained.
Harry nodded again, as a sign that he was listening and understanding so far.
"By now all our possessions, be it vaults or estates will be fused together."
Harry’s eyes widened in fear. That meant that someone knew, that he and Lucius were mated, but no one should know. It was important for their safety and for their plans to end the war quickly. What would happen if Dumbledore found out or even worse: the Ministry?
Lucius seemed to have noticed Harry's distress because he stroke gently over his mating mark, pulling Harry from his horrifying thoughts. "You do not need to worry. Severus has dealt with the Ministry archives and the only other creatures who will know about our mating are the goblins, but they are very secretive and will never give the Ministry information about their customers, especially if they are creatures like themselves."
"Are you sure?" Harry questioned. He never had to deal with goblins before, so did not have much knowledge about the little creatures. He only knew that they loved gold and jewels.
"I am sure," Lucius reassured him and motioned for Harry to stretch out one hand. Harry obliged immediately and Lucius dropped a small golden key into his hand. He blinked confusedly at the object and asked: "What is the key for?"
"This," Lucius drawled "is the key to the Malfoy family vault. Your money would have probably transferred there already due to the fact that you are the submissive and thus have, in legal terms, married into my family. If I had been your submissive, it would be the other way around."
Harry gulped, that was a lot to take in: "Does that mean that my name is now Malfoy?"
"Not unless we get married in the traditional wizarding way. For creatures who can recognize mates by their scents, it is not important to have the same name. So they often keep their last names," Lucius elaborated.
"That's a relief," Harry sighed, for a moment he had feared that his father's family had died out because of his mating.
"Why is it a relief? Do you not like to be mated to me?" Lucius voice was harsh and Harry could hear hurt hidden in it. So he hurried to explain:
"No, it's just that would have meant that the Potters had died out and I always wanted to continue my father's line, even if it is through immortality and not through children and heirs."
His mate’s features softened. If there was something a Malfoy could understand, then it was the love of a family name and the wish to continue the line: "If this is important to you and we wish to marry at some point in the future, I would offer you to hyphenate our names, so that neither family line has to end."
Harry flushed, he had never thought about things like getting married before, but for Lucius who came from an ancient Pureblood family and had already been married once, it seemed to be natural to talk about those things.
"I will keep it in mind," Harry mumbled, non-committedly. He stared at the small golden key, wondering to himself if it had been Narcissa's or even Draco's once, but he didn't ask. Instead he questioned: "Does that mean that I am allowed to take whatever I want from your vault whenever I want?"
"It is not only my vault, but ours and yes, you are allowed to take as much money as you need. Even without your own money I would possess more than you could ever spend. But I warn you: There are many artefacts in the Malfoy family vault and many of them should not be touched carelessly, they are of a dark nature," Lucius said sternly.
"Don't worry; I am not so stupid as to randomly touch magical objects, especially if they are from a Malfoy vault. The only objects I would try to touch even less are those from the Black vault," Harry smirked. It was a well known fact that both families, the Malfoy’s and the Black’s were tightly connected with the Dark Arts, but until now, the Ministry had never found any evidence; surely because of their many allies in the Ministry who always warned them in time, before the ministry officials and Aurors came for a raid.
"It is also possible, that you develop a certain talent for the Dark Arts, because every Malfoy is born with it and as the mate to the main heir the Manor’s magic will provide you with new powers, so that you can adapt easier to your new family. The provision can come in the form of new spells and theoretical knowledge you did not possess before," Lucius continued his explanation.
"A Manor can do something like that?" Harry asked wondering. The whole business to being mated to a Malfoy seemed to have much more consequences than he had anticipated, but it was kind of exciting. He only hoped that he would be able to live up to the proud family name.
"Of course it can. It is a magical building, nearly as old as Hogwarts. There is no comparison to a muggle family home."
"Yeah, I know that," Harry muttered, feeling stupid that he knew so little about the wizarding world, even after four years living in the magical community.
"Thank you for explaining everything to me," Harry crawled over and gave his mate a soft kiss on his cheek. So close he noticed that Lucius intoxicating scent had become even more delicious and water gathered in his mouth, but he didn't want to think about what that meant this evening. The day had been eventful enough.
Lucius slid under the covers next to him, as always only wearing his tight black boxers. Harry always tried not to look down, because then he could see how huge the man really was. During their first mating Harry's mind had been too clouded to notice it, but he was sure he would clearly notice it next time.
Lucius gave him one of the vials and Harry uncorked it, eyeing the shimmering liquid with suspicion, but when he sniffed at it, thankfully he could not smell anything. Collecting all his courage, he downed the potion with one large gulp; he really hated potions. Blinking in surprise he commented: "It tasted like water,"
"Thank Merlin," Lucius muttered before drowning his own.
They lay down, but the sun was not yet rising and thus the numbing tiredness had not started to cloud over Harry's mind yet.
"Do you not want to come closer?" Lucius asked neutrally, but Harry could see his raised eyebrow in the dark. Chuckling, he skidded over, nuzzling his mate’s smooth chest. He felt a bit giddy and tilted his head upwards, looking at the underside of Lucius chin. Suddenly feeling brave and needy for more closeness to his mate, he pressed his body against his mate’s taller one and started to carefully nibble along his jawline.
Lucius’ skin tasted almost as good as he smelled; rich and clean, because they both didn't perspire anymore. His mate hummed in appreciation and started stroking lazily up and down Harry's back. Giving a purring sound of his own, Harry concentrated harder on his task at hand, which was making his dominant feel good. Licking a trail downwards over his vein, Harry felt a tingling sensation rising in his stomach, followed by happiness. He was so glad that Lucius let him explore his body; even though he probably was very clumsy and did just a fraction of thing his mates wished for.
Leaving his mate's throat, Harry propped himself up on his forearms and looked down at Lucius. The blonde aristocrat met his gaze with his own contented one. Even in private his face was very guarded, only a bit more open than in public, but it was enough for Harry; it showed him that Lucius trusted him. Hopefully in time it would become even more open for him.
Leaning forwards, he carefully touched Lucius’ smooth cheek with his small hand. The situation was something very intimate, even without much touching and kissing, but Lucius’ patience with him meant the world to Harry.
He traced Lucius' lips and cheekbone with his eyes, letting them wander upwards to his elegant eyebrows, which were so expressive when you knew the subtle differences in their movements. His mate was so beautiful, like a marble statue, and like a statue he would continue to be this beautiful, for all eternity and by his side. Sometimes, Harry could still not quite believe it, that he had ended up with the most gorgeous and richest pureblood in the wizarding world. Surely, his money didn't matter to Harry, but his attractive physique was a huge plus.
"Tell me, what is on your mind?" Lucius demanded to know quietly.
"That I am happy," Harry answered truthfully, chewing nervously on his bottom lip. He wanted to kiss Lucius, but he was not sure how to go about it or even if he was allowed as a submissive to kiss his mate so bluntly on his lips; it was after all something different than giving the man a quick peck on his cheek.
"Harry, you can do whatever you like. You are my mate and as such, I am fond of your touches," Lucius lifted his own hand and cupped his cheek gently. Shifting one last time, Harry bent down and pressed his lips against Lucius’, only to notice that he still had no idea what he had to do next, until now, his mate had always taken the lead. Lucius opened his mouth and Harry's tongue slipped inside. The arousing taste of him quickly made Harry forget all his previous nervousness and he pressed down on his dominant’s chest, starting to explore his mouth. Clumsily, he caressed his mate’s long fangs and stroked the roof of his mouth with his tongue. Lucius groaned beneath him and Harry closed his eyes, fully drowning in the kiss. He could feel his mate’s blood sluggishly pulsing through his lips where they touched.
With another groan Harry was suddenly roughly pushed from Lucius’ chest, only to find his mate seconds later pressing his heavy body down on him. He gasped when he felt Lucius’ throbbing hardness on his thigh, but before he had realised it fully, his mate attacked his mouth hungrily.
"Harry, you are such a temptation," Lucius groaned into his mouth and bit harshly down on his lower lip. Harry moaned in painful pleasure, the combination never failed to let his skin tingle all over.
Lucius claimed his mouth again, and Harry could do nothing more than to submit to the fierce kiss. It felt so good to be covered by his dominant's larger body, the fact that he could barely move any more made the experience that much more exciting. A strong hand grabbed his thick hair and pulled painfully on his locks, tilting his head until Lucius’ tongue could slide down his throat all the way. Harry's throat convulsed with the unknown sensation of having something thrust down in it. He would have gagged, if Lucius hadn't held him firmly in place, not allowing him to move an inch whilst he claimed Harry's mouth. It was good that neither of them needed air, because otherwise they would have been forced to end the kiss much sooner. As it was, there was no need to part their lips and intertwined tongues. A hand stroked the side of Harry's throat and as suddenly as Lucius had started to ravish him, he was gone again.
Blinking in confusion, Harry sat up. "Have I done something wrong?" he asked carefully.
"No, Harry, but I would have done something wrong soon if I had not stopped. I promised you to not pressure you into more than you are willing to give and I will keep my promise," Lucius answered, combing reassuringly through Harry's hair. The man lay down and pulled Harry to his chest.
"I can feel the sun rising," Lucius said and kissed the top of his head softly.
"Sleep well," Harry mumbled and nuzzled his chest, before drifting off.

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HP
"I really had hoped to find you two more decent; after all, I have warned you that I would try to wake you up!"
Harry opened his eyes, blinking a few times to focus his vision. Next to him lay Lucius, glaring up at the speaker."But at least it looks promising; I doubt that I would have been able to wake you up, if the potion had not worked. Get dressed and come down, but carefully. I would not want you two to burn to ashes, in case I am wrong after all."
Harry recognized the voice as Snape’s. The sound of fading footsteps told him that the man was gone and he slowly sat up. It was still dark in their room, due to the roller blind in front of the window. He still felt as if he had awoken from death, but that was probably a side effect of being a vampire and most likely came very close to reality. Lucius sat up next to him; he looked gloomy and grouchy, an expression he would normally never show so openly, he had not even shown his dismay so clearly two days ago when Harry still had been ill and escaped from the living room, but being awoken from an unnatural vampire sleep achieved it, even for a Malfoy.
Without wishing Harry a good morning, he stood up and went over to the chair, on which he had hung his two trousers and shirts.
Harry watched his mate glaring down his legs, as if the garment had offended him personally, but he was currently very happy with just watching his mate, despite his bad mood, Lucius was after all still a breathtaking sight. His eyes roamed the well defined body, his pale and smooth skin, which covered every strong muscle so perfectly. He could never decide whether he liked to eye his mate's chest more than his long, slender but strong legs or his back, with all the muscles that stretched and tightened with every movement and those wonderful, sharp shoulder blades. Even his dominant’s throat was attractive, it was as strong as the rest of him and Lucius’ alluring scent was especially strong there.
Harry remembered the kiss they had shared yesterday, the kiss he had initiated and blushed, the odd tingling sensation came back to his throat.
Lucius must have smelled his thought, or more probably his reaction to his thoughts, because he turned around and his gloomy expression changed into a hungry one.
"Seeing something you like? Or remembering something you like?" he all but purred, before stalking like a tiger towards Harry.
Harry gulped and opened his mouth, but no sound came out. Lucius’ intoxicating scent filled his nostrils and water gathered in his mouth, whilst heat rushed to his lower region.
"Answer me Harry. I am your dominant and I demand that you tell me your thoughts," Lucius growled.
"I...I... was looking at you and then I remembered our kiss," Harry stuttered, feeling utterly mortified.
"And?" Lucius prompted.
"I liked the kiss," Harry said and licked his lips, his eyes fixed on his dominants throat, directly at the spot where his carotid artery lay beneath and his heart began to race in hungry anticipation.
Lucius’ eyes flashed and his nostrils flared: "You smell so delicious this morning. I would like nothing more than to devour you right now, but I believe that our first shared ‘meal’ should be consummated with more time to spare and without Severus waiting for us downstairs. I would not wish for any interruption. But tonight..." Lucius didn't finish his sentence but let it hang in the air.
Harry could do nothing more than to nod in a daze. Lucius’ eyes and voice had something of a hypnotic effect right now and his whole body felt like a big pile of pudding. It didn't help when Lucius bent down and licked a long trail over where his own carotid lay. He shuddered and gasped, but before the sensation in his lower body could grow even stronger, Lucius pulled back and stepped away from him.
"Get dressed, Severus is already waiting and probably fantasising about what we are doing to need as much time as we are taking to come down to him."
Harry hastily obliged and was ready only two minutes later. The vampire genes had provided him with more speed and even a bit more grace. Of course, his grace would never be able to rival Lucius’ and he was still clumsy most of the time, but he was at least stumbling now with more elegance when he did than before.
"Well are you finished?" Lucius asked, sounding slightly bored. "I certainly will buy you new clothes as soon as I am able to," he added with a calculating glance over at Harry.
Harry didn't respond, he had heard that sentence enough times in the last couple of days; instead, he went to open their bedroom door and step out of the dark room, but the strong hands of his mate held him back: "Wait here, I will go first, it is the duty of the dominant to protect his submissive and not to send him out like an unworthy lab rat."
Harry wanted to protest and tell him that he had no problem with going out first. He was indeed the submissive, but that didn't meant that he was weak, in fact, as a vampire he was likely even stronger than Ron now, but Lucius was gone already. He peered into the hallway and saw that the aristocrat had gone until he reached a point where light fell through the open bathroom door. Carefully, the man stretched his hand out and held it into the sunlight for a moment. When nothing happened, he turned back to Harry and gave a curt nod.
Feeling relieved, Harry quickly ran over to catch up with his mate, who was by now already at the stairs.
"Ah, finally," Snape greeted them when they entered the living room. "I almost thought the potion had not worked," the dark man added.
"So far your potion is working just fine. Do we have to drink it every day? You have not explained how exactly the elixir works," Lucius said accusingly.
Snape scuffed, but pretended as if he had not heard Lucius’ reprimand: "No, one portion is enough. The potion alters your vampire genes. Simply put it works like this: A vampire and everything in his body is dead, that means even his genes, but there is one gene what can be considered alive and this is the gene which makes you vulnerable to sunlight. It is very logical, if you think about it, if this gene would not be a living one, than your bodies could not die in the sunlight. To be able to die, there has to be something living. My potion merely kills this gene as well, making you two even more dead than your fellow vampires."
Harry blinked irritated, he was as usual, not able to understand a word of the Potions Master's explanations when it came to his area of expertise, but of course his mate only hummed:
"That sounds very logical," giving him the feeling that he was the only stupid person currently present in the house.
"But I think, we should go on a walk and test the strength of the potion, before we resume our normal lives once again," Snape mused loudly.
"That's a good idea; I have to buy groceries anyway, we can all walk together," Harry suggested, but only earned himself a glare from Lucius.
"I will not go into this muggle store again." the man refused sternly.
"Please Lucius, we have to go outside anyway and it is so boring to go alone and this time, Severus will accompany us as well," Harry begged, widening his already large eyes to go for an even more effective puppy eyes look.
"I am appalled to admit this, but Potter’s suggestion is not bad, we have to go outside anyway," Snape admitted.
"Well then we shall go. The sooner we go, the sooner we are back," Lucius commanded idly.
Harry retrieved the money from the safe and they all stepped outside. It was hot, but the sun was not burning his and Lucius’ skin; even so, he had the feeling that he would get sunburn much faster than in the past. He had been tanned once, but that time was over since his transformation.
Snape blinked into the sunlight, as if he was the vampire and not Harry or Lucius, before pulling something from his pocket and handing it over to them.
"Sunglasses?" Harry asked irritated.
"Yes," Snape drawled.
"But why?...Oh!" Harry grinned sheepishly as he remembered the red ring that now adorned his green irises.
They took the same way as last time, but they got even more attention. Harry thought it was because of Lucius, but this time he got as many glances as his mate. The vampire genes had made his features more elegant and that in combination with his huge green eyes was breathtaking. But Harry didn't realize that. Instead, he glared at the passing people, grumbling under his breath:
"Why do they have to stare at me like this? I know that I am not the adequate companion, let alone mate for a Malfoy, but there is no need for all that starring!"
Lucius chuckled quietly: "I believe this time they are staring at you, because of your cuteness."
"I am not cute!" Harry snapped back. He knew, that he would never be as attractive and in the same way as Lucius, who with his tall lean build, long legs, muscled stomach and chest and broad shoulders the wet dream of every witch and wizard’s who preferred guys, but he sure as hell would not be called cute instead. He would accept ‘ordinary’, but not cute.
"They are glaring, because I destroy the perfect picture you two make, Potter. It is a fact, that all vampires are very attractive, because they are highly sexual creatures. Some wizards and witches even believe that they need sex to live as much as they need blood," Snape mused.
Harry huffed. Sure, his looks had improved after his transformation, but he was still far away from being as attractive as Lucius. Regardless of the reasoning behind it, Harry had never liked that much attention. Unconsciously, he took a step closer to Lucius, who automatically placed one hand at the small of Harry's back. Sighing contently, Harry relaxed and was finally able to enjoy the walk. He had missed the sun; even though she could not warm his skin anymore. He could still tell if it was warm or cold, but it didn't affect him anymore, only Lucius’ touch did.
He watched the birds and the children in their parent’s gardens, whilst they slowly strode down the street. When they reached the store, Lucius slid his hand from Harry's back and they stepped inside.
"Just pick anything you like," Harry invited Snape and beamed up at the man, who just raised an eyebrow, his face stern as ever.
"I will not require much, after all, this will be our last day together," the man answered.
"What? Why?" Harry felt as if something heavy had dropped into his stomach. He had known that he and Lucius would have to split up, at least for some time, because he needed to go to 12 Grimmauld Place to confront Dumbledore and his mate needed to get back into his old Lord's graces, but he had not expected that it would be this soon. He tried not to show his sadness; he had just found Lucius, they were not even bonded for an entire week and they would have to part already, but of course Lucius, as well as Snape saw through his mask.
"Harry, would you like me to join you at the headquarters? You could announce me as a new member after you have become the head of the order, maybe a spy like Severus," Lucius asked gently and a hand settled on Harry's neck. Harry shivered, quickly distracted by the touch, but then he realized, what his mate had just offered:
"But what if the others say that one spy is enough?" Harry asked, chewing on his bottom lip, he really wanted to invite Lucius to 12 Grimmauld Place, but it would not be easy with the history the man had.
"Then tell them, that I do not only spy on Voldemort, but the ministry as well," Lucius suggested.
"But we have members there as well."
His mate snorted: "You have famous Aurors and such. But I know other people within the ministry, people who are too intelligent to open their mouths in front of Moody or Arthur Weasley."
"You would really do that for me? I mean, there are many people you don't like...it will surely not be the best place for you to live..." Harry asked, when he could not think of another reason for Lucius to stay away.
"Potter, I have known Lucius for a long time now and he has always kept his promises, so if he suggests that he will do this for you, then he will, it is part of his Malfoy pride," Snape added unusually gently.
"I know that... and I believe you...thanks" a small smile crept onto Harry's face. It would be hard until his mate joined him, but at least he would see him again before he had to go back to Hogwarts. He turned abruptly around then, not wanting to have a breakdown in a muggle grocery store: "Let's pick up something to eat for Snape."
The two men, who luckily understood Harry's need for distraction nodded and followed him quietly.
Snape picked a tuna salad from the refrigerator and a cup of vanilla pudding. He also fetched a bottle of red wine, holding it up with a questioning raised eyebrow to Lucius. Lucius nodded and they went to the cash point.
To Harry's annoyance he saw the same girl sitting there as the last time. She started to smile and beam up at Lucius as soon as she saw the blonde aristocrat. Snape dumped the groceries in front of her, leaving Harry enough time to watch the girl batting her lashes seductively at his mate. Anger rose inside his small chest, even as a submissive, Harry would not just stand by and watch as someone else flirted with his mate. Lucius was his and it was outrageous that someone else tried to steal the aristocrat from him. With his vision getting red, he stepped next to his mate, grabbing his arm tightly, when it was not enough to interrupt the girls attempts on Lucius, he started to growl threateningly. Lucius turned to him with his usual calm Malfoy mask and lifted his right eyebrow: "Do not tell me that you are jealous," he whispered, so quietly, that only Harry was able to hear it with his enhanced senses. Harry was not calmed down at the least by his mate’s aloof comment and increased his growling, only noticing that his mate was bending down to him, when a nose nuzzled his neck and Lucius whispered: "There is no need to be jealous. She is not as beautiful as you are."
Harry's growl immediately stopped and a luckily invisible flush crept up his neck.
"I love it when you blush, it makes me want to ravish you right here on the counter," Lucius purred seductively, before righting himself in. Harry's breath would have hitched, if he still was breathing. He collected himself and glared a bit more at the teller, who stared at Harry in shock, flushing crimson.
Feeling smug, Harry grinned evilly at her, turning his head slightly in the direction of his mate and licked his lips meaningfully. The poor girl nearly choked on her own saliva and hastily scanned the three items.
"You two are unbelievable!" Snape snapped as soon as they had left the store. "Lucius, she could send the police after you for an inappropriate relationship with an underage child!"
"She could, but then I would deal with them; I do still remember that I am a wizard, even though I am not alive anymore," he drawled.
"She had no right to flirt with someone who is mated!" Harry huffed. He still felt very protective about his relationship and his strong vampire instincts had yet to subside.
Snape sighed exasperatedly: "Potter, she is a muggle; she has no idea that you two are mated. She probably would get a stroke, if she found out that something like mates and vampires actually exists."
Harry frowned, a part of him knew that the professor was right, but the knowledge could not connect to the rest of his body, so he just clutched Lucius’ arm tighter.
They went back and settled once again in Harry's living room to read, Harry next to Lucius. Nagini came from the garden and slithered into Harry's lap, who started to pat her gently, whilst reading yet another dark arts book. Even now they still did not know how to get rid of his and his familiars Horcrux.
"You smell upset, little Master," Nagini hissed, her tongue flickering and tasting the air.
"I am, but it is getting better now," Harry admitted quietly, anger still evident in his voice.
"What happened?" Nagini asked, her heavy head lying soothingly on his thigh.
"A girl flirted with Lucius!" Harry hissed sharply.
"Another female flirted with your mate?" Nagini’s voice sounded suddenly upset as well.
"Yes!"
"Why did she do that? Couldn't she smell that you are mated?" she asked irritated.
"No, she was a muggle," Harry explained.
"Stupid muggles, they have even less senses than a common wizard," the female snake huffed.
Harry knew that he probably should tell Nagini that muggles were no lesser people than wizards and witches, but at this moment he couldn't. His blood still started to boil when he thought about that stupid girl. He would never take Lucius to shop there again, just to be safe. Harry didn't believe that his mate would actually respond to the assistant’s attempts, but who knew with what ideas the girl could come up with? Maybe she would one day just kiss him, the thought was unbearable. Huffing to himself, he picked up a random book.
"Why do you read all this books?" Nagini changed the topic.
"We are searching for a way to free you and me from Voldemort's piece of soul," Harry explained.
Nagini lifted her head curiously: "Have you found anything yet?"
"Not really, only a passage saying that someone needs the purest element to capture something impure, at least I believe that the author meant an element, because it was written in a book about alchemy and alchemy is all about elements," Harry sighed.
"What is an element?" Nagini inquired.
"Fire, water, earth and air are considered elements, but I believe that some metals are elements as well," Harry tried to explain.
"A pure metal?" Nagini mused.
Harry nodded.
Without another word the snake rose and slithered from Harry's lap. Harry tried to call her back, but she only continued on her way.
"Is something wrong?" Lucius asked, eyeing Harry over the rim of his book.
"No, I just told Nagini what we are looking for and in the next moment she slithered away," Harry explained.
"Peculiar," Lucius mused but turned back to his book.
"It is a snake, what do you expect?" Snape sneered.
"She is not only a snake, she is a magical creature and thus far more intelligent than a normal snake," Harry defended his familiar.
"Harry is right," Lucius mused, his face already behind his book again.
"But that doesn't mean that she understands magical theory," Snape muttered.
At that moment Nagini came back in. Harry turned his head in an angle he could only manage since he was a vampire. From the corner of his eyes he noticed Lucius studying his stretched neck in this position. The hunger had crept back into his eyes, they probably had to drink soon, Harry mused, before concentrating on his familiar. She had something sparkling in her mouth and Harry recognised it as Dudley's gold necklace.
"This is a sort of metal, isn't it? It smells very pure," Nagini hissed.
Harry took the necklace and held it up: "A necklace?" he asked out loud and Snape looked over to him. The professor's eyes widened comically; Harry had a hard time to hide his amusement at that expression, because it surely would not be appreciated.
"How could we be so blind Lucius?" Snape snapped irritated. Lucius looked up again and his eyes, too, widened in realization.
Harry had yet to catch up with the two men: "What do you mean?"
"Gold is the purest element in the alchemy," Lucius explained calmly.
"Not like this necklace of course, it is mixed with some other metal to make it stronger. What we need is pure gold," Snape added.
"And then?" Harry asked, still not understanding.
"I think what Severus means is that with a spell or a potion as connector, the gold will be able to pull the piece of soul from your bodies," Lucius had put down his book and was now frowning in concentration.
"I think it will be a potion we need, but I do not know which one yet," Snape hummed. "At least we have a concrete idea now," he added.
Harry bent down and patted Nagini’s large head: "Thank you girl, you helped us a lot!"
"Thank you Master," the reptile hissed.
"I think we can take a break at this point," Snape announced and stood up to go into the kitchen. He came back a minute later, his tuna salad and a fork in his hands.
"I think you two should retire for the night and ‘drink’, before you have to separate tomorrow," the man cleared his throat; a red tint was creeping up his neck. Harry furrowed his brows at the Potion Master; why would the man blush about Lucius and his new eating habit? Had he forgotten something that Snape had told him about the drinking?
"We shall retire then," Lucius agreed evenly and stood up.
Harry followed swiftly and together they walked upstairs. Harry was quite nervous, somehow the concept of exchanging blood seemed fairly intimate to him. Feeling unsure, he started to change, as if it were any other night where they would just lay down and sleep. He pulled a fresh shirt from a basket and stepped out of his pants, trying not to think about what they would do. He was torn in two quite frankly. Harry could quite clearly remember the luxurious taste of Lucius, but back then he had not really been aware of what he was doing. Now he knew that he had to bite his mate and drink his blood. Would it be as easy as it sound?
Two warm hands lay down on his shoulders and Lucius stepped close behind him, so that their bodies were touching. He could feel that the aristocrat was naked with the exception of his boxers.
"Are you nervous?" he asked quietly.
"A bit," Harry confessed.
"There is no need, your instincts will help you, and I too." Lucius whispered and pulled his shirt off his body. "I want to have good access to your throat," he explained, seduction heavy in his voice.
Harry gulped and nodded, he would not deny his dominant his body. He trusted Lucius to not force him to participate in anything he wasn't ready for.
The hands guided him backwards until they reached the bed. Harry took a deep breath and his lungs filled with the alluring scent of his mate. His body began to tremble in a mixture of anticipation and fear. Lucius pulled him into his lap and stroked the side of his throat gently, teasingly scraping over the hidden vein. Harry gave a quiet whimper, his body was heating up and the familiar tingling sensation gathered in his lower abdomen. Lucius tongue glided over his throat, his free hand came down to stroke Harry's sensitive neck.
He gasped: "Lucius!"
Lucius hummed low in his throat. Harry didn't know what he wanted, his whole body was tingling by now and all his blood seemed to gather in his lower region, he could feel that he was getting aroused rapidly.
"Hush Harry," Lucius whispered and laid him down on the mattress, his long fangs nipped his neck seductively. Harry gave another whimper, the heat in his body was already getting too much and Lucius’ bare skin seemed to burn his own.
"Please," Harry mewled; sounding pathetic in his own ears and Lucius sank his fangs into his throat.
The pain was so unbearable and so beautiful at the same time. Harry knew that he would never be able to live without the sensation. He screamed in pleasure, his mind clouded with lust. Lucius’ fangs in his throat were cold, the perfect opposite to his burning skin. He arched into the touch to push his mate’s fangs even deeper into his body and his now, painfully throbbing cock brushed against the thin material of Lucius' boxers. He moaned loudly; the material felt so rough against his heated flesh. One of Lucius’ hands was stroking down his back and Harry could feel his blood rushing from his body, heightening the pleasure with every second. He bucked his hips, searching for something, he didn't know what. And then his mate’s strong fingers wrapped around his aching cock, squeezing it gently.
Harry moaned, he wanted to push into Lucius’ touch and fangs simultaneously, but that was impossible. Luckily, Lucius started to stroke up and down his length, teasing his slit by every downwards motion.
"So good," Harry hissed. "Please Lucius, more!"
Lucius obliged and his fingers moved quicker over Harry's throbbing member, adding a bit more pressure, which drew another moan from Harry's mouth. He could feel the tingling sensation tightening in his stomach. It took only another stroke and Lucius sharp claws scratching harshly over Harry's slit to push him over the edge. He cried out, bucking uncontrolled and spurting his hot semen over his mate's hand and his lower abdomen.
Lucius pulled his fangs from Harry's flesh, but before the haze in his mind could clear was he was guided to his mate's throat. Harry's gums were itching and without further thinking he opened his mouth and sank his fangs deep into the carotid. The taste of Lucius' blood exploded in his mouth. It tasted like sweet wine; at least, Harry imagined that wine would taste like this. He moaned and closed his eyes; his cock was already stirring again. Growling eagerly, he pulled himself higher on Lucius' body, until he lay completely on his mate's chest. Absentmindedly, he noticed that Lucius was painfully hard as well, but he was too overwhelmed and to inexperienced to offer any relief at this point, it didn't even register very clearly in his mind.
He sucked again deeply and started to rub his once again hot member against Lucius' abdomen. The aristocrat flipped him over so that he lay on his back, his arms tightly clutching around his mate's neck. Lucius' fingers returned to his aching prick. This time the man used his claws and ran them up and down Harry's small length. He groaned and pressed into the claws, mewling in pleasure when they pierced his sensitive skin. Never had he imagined that pain could feel this good. He took another gulp and the tip of one of Lucius' claws pressed into his slit, just a bit, but it was enough to evoke another moan from Harry. He humped against the tip of this claw, the friction at the head of his cock nearly driving him insane. Speeding his hips up he took one last gulp, the claw slid into the inside of Harry's slit, just a fraction of a millimetre, brushing the inside, but it was enough. With a muffled shout Harry came the second time that evening. Lucius stroked him all the way through his orgasm until he was fully spent.
The haze in Harry's mind and the heady feeling in his body subsided and a feeling of utter satisfaction filled his body. His fangs were still buried deeply in his mate's neck and he needed a moment to realize it. Carefully, he retracted his fangs and licked the puncture wounds once to stop the bleeding.
He blinked up at Lucius, feeling as if he was just awakening from a wonderful dream.
Lucius chuckled quietly and bent down to give him a deep kiss. Harry accepted happily and opened his mouth to give his mate’s tongue entrance. He could still taste his own blood in Lucius’ and hummed in appreciation. When Lucius had pulled away, he sat up and smiled sheepishly, only now realizing how many embarrassing noises he had made and how needy he had humped his dominants hands. Fidgeting awkwardly, he lowered his eyes, only to notice the state of his lower body. His abdomen was drenched in cold cum and his penis was covered with dried blood.
Lucius conjured a wet cloth and gave it to Harry. "I could smell your blush even downstairs in the kitchen," the aristocrat chuckled and pressed a kiss to Harry's cheek.
Harry took the cloth and started to clean his belly before proceeding with his limp member. He hissed, when the small towel came in contact with it and a twinge went through his cock. It gave an involuntarily but very excited twitch and Harry blushed even harder, he wished the ground would open to swallow him completely, he was so mortified. Refusing to look up and meet Lucius’ gaze, which he could feel prickling in his neck, he cleaned himself thoroughly and eyed his abused member. A couple of long claw marks marked his soft flesh and an even deeper one adorned his slit. It still hurt, but as always nowadays Harry liked the feeling.
Finally, he had no reason to stare at his lap any longer and looked up. Lucius was watching him intently. With a flick of the aristocrat’s wand the wet cloth was vanished and he drew Harry into his arms.
"You make beautiful noises," Lucius hummed and combed through Harry's thick hair.
"I...I..." Harry didn't know what he should say and started to fidget again. His thigh brushed against something hard and he looked questioningly downwards, only to see that Lucius was still very much aroused. Biting his lower lip, he asked: "Do you want...shall I...?
"Do you feel ready to give a handjob?" Lucius inquired and added. "Be honest."
Harry chewed his lip a second longer before shaking his head, he really didn't feel ready to do such a thing yet; he was still overwhelmed by his own first handjob he received.
"Then you do not need to do it. It will go down soon enough on its own."
Harry flushed and gave the large bulge a last look before leaning back against his mate's arm and snuggled against his strong chest. He felt sated and relaxed like he had never felt before.
Lucius’ blood hummed through his veins and he could feel that his vampire powers and instincts grew even stronger. He could also feel that his vampire side felt even closer to his mate now, thinking more of Lucius as his dominant now than before. It was probably because they had only just exchanged blood for the first time now really; whilst mating it had only been a small sip they had taken from each other. Now, with his mate’s blood pulsing through his veins, he knew why mates were nearly considered one person, you could not get closer to another being. This closeness could not be achieved even through sex. Harry was curious about how much he would change again after this first consummation of blood.
"Are you afraid of tomorrow?" Lucius asked after a long moment of content silence.
Harry started to trace small patterns on the nobleman's smooth skin and noticed it felt dry under his fingertips; neither of them perspired anymore.
"A little. It is more like a drowning sadness, the thought of leaving you so shortly after our mating," Harry mumbled.
"I promise you I will find a way for us to meet regularly," Lucius promised softly.
"But please don't do something that could endanger you," Harry requested.
"I promise. Anything that would put me in danger, would endanger you as well now that we are mated," Lucius said.
"Good," Harry retorted and laid his head down on Lucius’ shoulder.
They talked quietly for a while longer, relishing being in each other’s company. It was already dark outside and they would have to go to sleep soon, but neither of them wanted to waste the last hours of each other’s company with sleeping.
But in the end, Harry fell asleep in Lucius’ strong arms. Smiling softly, the older vampire extinguished the light and pulled the covers over their intertwined bodies, without waking Harry, who stayed unaware of everything.
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