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In Lust	By : Dragon_Ruler_06 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/James Views: 103495 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 15
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Getting to some good stuff that isn’t focused on smut. The story will still have lots of smut, but we’re getting to a point that doesn’t focus on it. You know what? Ignore me and just read.
Here the Chapter Starts
James was gone for the day, which irked Harry immensely. He knows the man has a job, one he’s really good at, but that doesn’t mean he really enjoys the fact that he was left home alone with Lily. If it wasn’t for that charm that could reveal what spells were used on certain wands, he would kill her. In an instant. Probably painfully, if he had to deal with this anymore.
"I can’t believe this," the woman ranted, not even bothering to hide her words. "Of course James goes to work when we’re supposed to go to Diagon Alley. Now I have to cancel all my plans just to take a useless brat like you."
It had been nonstop all morning. His Hogwarts letter and school supply list had been delivered at breakfast, as usual, and because James is working, Lily has the job of taking Harry shopping before the large crowds gather. It was easier to shop for the items as soon as the list is received rather than waiting until the last possible moment. But it wasn’t like they had to go today.
"If you don’t want to go, then just wait until Dad gets back and he’ll take me tomorrow," Harry pointed out with an annoyed roll of his eyes.
"What, and listen to him bitch about how everything good was bought out?" Lily snapped back. "We’re going today."
"Then stop your bitching about it!"
"How dare you speak to me like that," the woman exclaimed angrily. "I am your mother!"
"Then act like a mother!" Harry shouted back before grabbing the pot of Floo powder. "You know what? I’m seventeen now. I don’t need you to hold my hand. I can get my own supplies. So go be your useless self and chat with your girlfriends over how ‘unfair’ your ‘little boy’ is being."
"Put that powder down right now, brat!" Lily ordered, reaching for the pot that Harry jerked away from her snatching hands. "Whether you like it or not, I am going with you. As much as I hate it, the both of us are going to Diagon Alley to spend my hard-earned money on your shit."
"Your hard-earned money?" he repeated with a scoff. "You mean Dad’s hard-earned money! And the money he inherited from his family!" He turned to the fireplace. "You know, if you didn’t want to get pregnant, maybe you should have been taking a potion. You sure as hell don’t deserve to even call yourself a mother!" Throwing the Floo powder down, he yelled his destination, soon engulfed by the green flames before Lily could pull him from the fireplace.
He exited, a bit unbalanced, into the Leaky Cauldron, brushing off any debris from his robes as he tried to settle his stomach. Stress is not good right now, and neither is Floo, apparently. As far as he’s aware, though, only one of those could potentially harm the baby.
Greeting Tom the bartender, he went to the back alley and pulled out his wand, tapping the bricks to reveal the archway. As expected, many parents with their children were flooding the street, bustling around from store to store in order to collect the items they need for the school year. He’ll be a part of that crowd one day, holding his child’s hand as they look through windows at the newest merchandise, perhaps bribing James into buying it, or eating delicious ice cream at the parlor.
First stop, however, is always the bank. Hearing the most annoying voice (to him) calling for him, he glared over his shoulder to the redheaded woman trying to reach him. She hates spending any money on him, but loves being in the limelight as his parent. She calls him useless yet uses him for his fame. Perhaps his real father should have done them all a favor and killed her instead of stunning her when he attacked them so long ago.
Thankfully, the crowd is thick enough that he could lose her easy, and he wasn’t the easiest to spot from behind. He quickly shuffled through the crowd, evading various people that didn’t even seem to realize who just brushed by them. Lily will eventually catch up, seeing as the first destination is always the most obvious. But any amount of time he can get away from her helps to keep him calm.
He reached the steps of the bank while she was stuck somewhere in the middle of the bustling alley. With a victorious smirk, he entered through the large doors. Thankfully, James gave him the vault key, telling Lily that Harry is old enough and responsible enough to trust with it. Harry thinks its because he doesn’t want Lily going on another shopping spree that would made a serious depletion of his family’s collected wealth.
Approaching one of the goblin tellers, he patiently waited to be acknowledge. It was a trick James once showed him. While Lily wanted things done when she wants it done, believing that it is her right as a Lady, James taught Harry that patience with the goblins insured a more pleasant visit.
"May I help you?" the goblin greeted him, done weighing his small pile gems.
Politely bowing his head, Harry stepped forth and withdrew his key. "I need to make a withdraw from the Potter family vault," he informed.
"I see," the teller acknowledged, taking the key. "Come with me, young Lord, and we will verify everything is in order before making the withdrawal." Collecting his gems, the goblin stepped down from his pedestal and indicated for Harry to follow. Silently, the teen shadowed the goblin down a nearby hallway, passing several doors until they reached the sixth one on their left. "If you will wait inside, young Lord, your accountant will be with you shortly."
"Thank you," Harry said, accepting the key the goblin held out for him to take. "Have a pleasant day."
"And you," the teller returned before he walked off.
Turning back to the large wooden door with golden designs on it, Harry inhaled deeply then slowly let the breath out. Grasping the handle, he pushed the door open and stepped inside. The office wasn’t much. A few large weapons on the wall, two suits of goblin armor in corners behind the desk, and closed curtains blocking out the light from the windows.
The desk was a simple redwood with various items on it; a lamp, inkpot, at least four quills, and two bins with papers neatly stacked in them. The chair behind the desk and the two in front of it were redwood as ell with golden borders, feet, and bright red cushions. It almost looked like someone from Gryffindor decorated them room.
Taking a seat, he waited for the accountant to arrive, fiddling with his fingers boredly until the door opened and another goblin entered. This one was bigger than the tellers, more broad as well, and older. He was carrying a slim folder in one hand while inspecting a dagger in the other.
"Good morning, young Lord Potter," the accountant greeted as he took his seat. "I am your family accountant, Sharpjaw."
"Good morning, Sharpjaw," Harry returned with a nod. "I was told some verification needed to be done."
"We do this for all young witches and wizards that reach seventeen," the goblin explained. "Regardless of parentage, blood, or race. I am sure you received our letter informing you that you have access to various properties, vaults, and other such things."
"As well as another letter," the teen added.
"Yes, that as well," Sharpjaw sighed gently. "If you wish, you may have a Inheritance Test done to prove if the letter you received was correct or not. It would also help move the verification along much faster."
"Do you know what was written in that letter?" he asked curiously.
"I had a brief discussion with the goblin that handled the affair. Do you wish to have the test done?"
Harry thought about it, his eyes sliding close. The letter saying it is one thing. He can brush it off, burn it, and forget all it said. His blood saying the same thing is what would make it more real. Permanent. While he wasn’t sure if he wanted to do that, he had to know.
"Yes," he answered, his eyes opening once again. "I want to have to test done."
"Very well," the goblin accepted, pulling out a sheet of parchment and laying it on top of the desk. Holding the dagger he was inspecting earlier, he turned it around and offered it to Harry handle first. "Three drops of your blood on the parchment and we will see what it says."
Taking the dagger, Harry dug the sharp tip into the tip of his thumb, biting back a hiss of pain. Blood started emerging from the cut. Holding his hand over the parchment, he squeezed his thumb to coax the blood to fall onto the sheet. One by one, red fell and splattered onto the waiting parchment, disappearing into it. It took but a moment before words started scrawling across it.
Name: Harry James Potter – Birthdate: July 31, 1980 - Current Condition: Alive / Pregnant
Birthparents: Tom Marvolo Riddle AKA Lord Voldemort (Alive-Father) and Regulus Black (Deceased-Mother)
Guardians: Lord James Potter (Alive) and Lady Lily Potter ne Evans (Alive)
Godparents – Appointed by Guardians: Sirius Black (Alive-Godfather) and Alice Longbottom (Alive-Godmother-Incapacitated)
Creature Blood: Shadow Veela - mated
Vault Access: Potter Family Vaults, Slytherin Family Vaults, Gaunt Family Vaults, Black Family Vaults, Peverell Family Vaults
Harry could not move, the words etching themselves into his brain. The letter was true, he is the son of Voldemort, the man that has been trying to kill him since he was an infant. Did he even know? Or was the attack something else?
"Allow me to be the among the first to congratulate you on your pregnancy," the goblin spoke, pulling Harry from his thoughts. "Though it is a bit unexpected, sometimes these things happen."
"You did not just call my baby a ‘thing’," Harry sternly said, glaring at the goblin.
"I meant no insult, merely that such events happen when least expected," Sharpjaw corrected. "Now then, the Inheritance Test should be all that is needed to finish verification. If you refused to do the test, then the process would have gone on much longer. However, this should be all that is needed and I will make sure that you receive no trouble accessing your vaults. Is this all you require for today?"
Swallowing, the teen nodded. "Yes, thank you. It’s a lot to take in, so forgive me for being snappish."
Sharpjaw nodded in understanding then smirked. "I am a father of three little ones. Trust me, that was nothing compared to my wife when she was carrying."
Letting out a weak chuckle, Harry shakily got to his feet. "Thank you, Sharpjaw, for taking the time to help me with these matters. I will take my leave now, if that is alright with you."
"Very well, Mister Potter," Sharpjaw replied with a nod. "I bid you farewell."
Smiling gently to the goblin, Harry left the room. Once the door was closed behind him, he let out a low whine, squeezing his eyes shut and hitting the back of his head to the door. He knows the information is important, and it might calm James down a bit since he still believes that Harry is his son. But he hesitates to even think about how he would bring it up.
Here is a line!
Harry jumped awake when he felt the shifting of his bed, blinking rapidly as he searched for his glasses. Soft shushes and light kisses to his shoulder calmed him down, realizing who was there. "Daddy, you scared me," he grumbled.
"Sorry," James offered, planting another kiss to the teen’s shoulder. "How was the trip?"
"Ugh! I never want to be left alone here with her again!"
"Come on, Harry. She’s your mother. I know you two don’t get along too well, but it couldn’t have been that bad."
"Seriously?!" Harry scoffed, looking to the man incredulously. "Does she know you’re home yet?"
"Not yet," James answered with a grin. "I wanted to see you first."
Humming lowly, Harry rolled onto his back, James pulling back enough for Harry to get comfortable then placing his arm across the younger male’s bare torso. "She is unbearable," he started. "The whole time we were getting ready, she kept ranting about how you chose work over us and that she had to cancel everything she had planned in order to take me shopping. I told her that I am old enough to take care of myself now, I don’t need her with me for school supplies. So I left without her. Then she followed after me and acted like nothing happened, talking with people like she’s a model mother. It’s sickening!"
"Sorry you had to go through all that," the man said gently, his arm pulling back enough that his hand was on the teen’s flat stomach, thumb gently rubbing the skin. "If I could have avoided work, I would have."
"It’s not your fault," he reassured, moving his head to rub against James’ chest. "You can’t help it when you have to go to work. I just don’t like being stuck with her." He sighed heavily then smirked. "At least this is the last time I go shopping for my own supplies. Next time I get school supplies, Little One will be eleven."
James laughed lowly at that. "Did anything else happen?" he asked, still grinning.
Chewing on his lip, Harry tucked his head down, avoid eye contact.
"Harry? Baby boy, you have to tell your Daddy if something is wrong."
"I found some stuff out today," he said lowly. "Actually, I found out a while ago, but I had it confirmed today."
"What is it?" the man gently asked, burying his face into the raven locks of the teen. "It’s really bothering you. I can tell, so don’t bother lying."
"I… I just… I need to sort it all out first," Harry offered, looking up a bit. "It’s kind of… shattering, I guess. I mean, it’s both a good thing and a bad thing, but I think you might hate me if I told you! I’m too scared to say what it is because I don’t want to lose you, Daddy! And I can’t wrap my own mind around it because nothing makes any sense!"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, slow down there," James attempted to calm. Harry’s body shook from his withheld sobs, taking in deep breaths to try and calm himself. "It’s alright. It’s okay. Settle down now." He held the teen until his body stopped trembling and his breathing calmed. "Now, what is this about me hating you? You know that won’t happen. I already told you so."
"But this will make you hate me," Harry whimpered.
Huffing lightly, James looked down at the younger male. He really was scared of a potential rejection, which he couldn’t understand. He’s gone this far with his son. For crying out loud, they’re having a baby! So what could Harry have found out that would make James hate and leave him?
He has to do something to reassure his forbidden lover. He couldn’t really think of anything that would work as a promise, but he could do something to help the teen relax. Sex may be their go-to thing, but it was usually Harry providing him with pleasure. He took what James could offer him through sex, but he was always making sure it was James getting the most out of it. In a way, it was how Harry expressed how much he loved him and he just took it regardless.
Time to fix that.
He planted a soft kiss to the teen’s pink lips, just a quick peck then pulled away. Rising to his knees, he quickly removed his shirt and tossed it to the side then pulled on one of Harry’s legs so that he was between them.
"Daddy?" Harry called softly.
"Shh, Daddy’s going to make you feel good," he promised, planting another kiss to the teen’s lips then making a trail of butterfly kisses down his neck, chest, then stomach, his back arching as he shuffled back accordingly. He paid special attention to his son’s abdomen, gently sucking on the skin and licking it as he tugged down the teen’s boxers. Slipping the underwear off Harry’s feet, he tossed it in the same direction as his shirt, not really paying attention about whether it went to the shirt or not.
Leaving behind wet trails, his mouth making slight sucking noises as he continued kissing the pale skin, he started going lower. The teen’s penis was already half-hard, still trying to emerge from the loose skin around it. His tongue cupped under the growing member, pulling it into his mouth. Harry whined softly, hips jerking. The smaller cock popped out of his mouth, but his tongue followed it, licking at the smooth skin while his hand massaged the teen’s thighs.
He took the penis back into his mouth, suckling on it as his tongue slid out to swipe over the scrotum handing under it. Harry let out a low moan, covering his mouth in an attempt to keep the volume down. He could feel his own cock pressing against his pants, but didn’t free it. Instead, he released the smaller prick and rose back to a kneeling position, wrapping his arms around the teen to reposition him so that Harry was leaning against his headboard instead of flat on the bed like he was. Despite the size of the bed, it wasn’t large enough for James to stay in such a position comfortably for too long.
With Harry now in a sitting position, James was able to lay on his side and continue what he wanted. He took the cock back into his mouth, humming lowly in order to send the vibrations through Harry like the teen always does to him. Harry gasped, tucking his head down and groaning deeply through tight lips. Petite hands soon dug into his hair, blunt nails scraping his scalp as his locks were grasped. One of his hands pulled back from around Harry’s waist, diving down underneath.
The raven gasped as he felt thick fingers probing his entrance, hips shifting enough for the hand to be sat on, but the finger already slid into him. It rubbed at the walls of his hole, curling and uncurling inside him. His hands left James’ hair, sliding down to the base of his neck with his nails leaving behind red welts.
James continued licking at the cock in his mouth, humming occasionally with his tongue still sneaking out to swipe over the teen’s sack. His tongue withdrew back into his mouth, folding to cup the penis as he gave it a hard suck that made Harry curl over him and let out a breathy moan. His curled body shifted him enough for James to push another finger into the hot passage.
His fingers curled, rubbing the knuckles against the wall, before straightening and scissoring. The walls pressed against his digits, squeezing his fingers and sucking them in. He started slipping his fingers in and out, still bending them as he searched for the sensitive bundle of nerves.
Harry was bent over enough that he could lay his head on James’ back, between his shoulder blades. His tongue darted out, lapping at his sweating skin as he panted hot breath against it, causing goosebumps to prickle. He gave the cock another hard suck, bobbing his head shallowly. Nails dug into his back, teeth pinching his skin but not breaking it.
The teen suddenly yelled out when James brushed against a particular spot inside him, legs bending and pressing against the man’s sides. With a throaty chuckle, James released the cock, giving it one last lick as Harry whined in protest. "Feeling good, baby boy?" he asked teasingly, tongue darting out to poke at the sack below the hard cock.
"Very, Daddy," Harry panted, his ass clenching around the fingers pressing against his prostate. "You’re making me feel so good."
Taking one of the testicles into his mouth, James pushed a third finger into the tight heat, earning another jolt and moan from the teen. All three fingers flexed inside, spreading as much as possible while still stroking against the nerves. Rolling the testicle he was suckling on, he pulled back, bringing the sack with him until it popped out of his mouth only for him to dive back down to it and repeat the treatment.
"Daddy, I’m going to cum if you don’t stop," Harry warned weakly, one hand tugging James’ hair. "It feels so good, I can’t hold it back."
All James did in response was move over to the other testicle to give it the same procedure he gave the first while pushing his fingers in deeper. Harry was starting to get frantic, moaning louder as his gasps quickened, body twisting under his ministrations. The heat around his fingers suddenly clamped down in a familiar way as Harry moaned loudly into his back, legs squeezing against him as the teen reached his climax, ropes of semen flying from his cock and into James’ hair, some of it dripping down onto his face. Waiting for the body to relax, he licked around the twitching dick, gathering up any cum that had spilled onto it.
Harry finally calmed, pulling back so that he wasn’t curled around the man anymore as he panted against the headboard. James pushed himself up, his fingers easily sliding out. Smirking at the teen, he asked, "Feel better?"
"Almost," Harry returned, pulling James to him for a kiss. His leg brushed against the large bulge in James’ pants, pressing against it. "Daddy’s really hard," the teen murmured against his lips.
"That was for you," James told him. "I can take care of my problem if you don’t feel up to it."
"When are you going to learn?" Harry giggled, licking at his own semen that fell from the man’s hair and onto his face. "I am always up for Daddy’s big dick." He pushed James back enough for him to twist around and brace himself against his headboard, reaching back to grab one of his butt cheeks with one hand and pulling it to reveal the stretched hole. "It would be such a waste for Daddy to stretch my ass like that without using it."
"Well, when you put it like that," James commented as he undid his pants and pushed them down to his thighs. Grasping the teen’s waist with one hand, he used his other to guide his throbbing cock into the prepared hole, groaning as the ring of muscles took him in. Even stretched, it was tight. Fully sheathed, he wrapped his arms around Harry’s waist, slowly pulling out then back in.
Harry moaned lowly at the slow pace, one of his hands grabbing James’ arm. "You can go faster if you want to, Daddy," the teen told him. "I won’t break. And you’re not going to hurt the baby."
"Just taking my time," James returned, planting small kisses to Harry neck. "I’m making sure you enjoy it just as much as I do." He groaned deeply as the teen clenched around him. "Keep that up, though, and I’ll cum too early."
Harry just giggled as James gradually increased his speed. The teen dropped his head, letting out soft moans as James pressed his chest to Harry’s back, his chin on the younger male’s shoulder. His legs slid between the slimmer limbs of the teen without protest, allowing him better positioning. He was soon rocking into the hole, Harry lurching forward while still pushing his ass back to meet with James’ thrusting.
"Feel how much Daddy loves you, baby boy?" he whispered into Harry’s ear, hands sliding up the teen’s torso to his chest, fingers pinching and twisting at the erect nipples. "Because I do. I really do. So very much."
"Yes, Daddy," Harry gasped as his head dropped, his neck nuzzled into and nipped at softly while he squirmed. "I feel it."
"Good," James chuckled into the sweating skin as his thrusts started to lose rhythm, his climax approaching quickly. "Never doubt how much I love you, Harry."
"I won’t! But I’m going to cum again, Daddy!" Harry warned, arching himself into the larger body as he opened his legs wider for the other. "Faster, Daddy! Fuck me faster!"
He could handle only a few more hard thrusts before James felt the teen’s ass squeezing his cock, the small cock spilling sperm onto Harry’s pillow. James came soon after, his own load erupting from his tip and into the flushed, trembling body under him.
It was a moment before he managed to regain control of his body to pull off the teen, who just slid down onto his pillow with his ass still in the air, semen dribbling out of his hole. With a smirk, he ducked down and ran his tongue over the twitching hole, earning a shaky gasp from Harry. His tongue went over the area a couple more times before diving into the passage, wriggling inside. He could easily taste himself as he took in the flavor of his son, his hand firmly squeezing the cheeks while spreading them.
"Daddy," Harry whined, his hips shifting side to side.
Still smirking, James pulled away and grinned down at the teen. "Sorry, but it was too tempting," he said. "You okay?"
"I’m fine now," the raven replied, his body falling sideways but still curled up into a fetal position.
"Good," he said softly, planting a quick kiss to Harry’s flushed face. "I know you’re still worried about whatever it is you’re dealing with, but just know that I will never hate you. And you can tell me whenever you’re ready. Deal?"
Harry nodded, fighting off the sleep trying to claim him. He did manage to say something with a drowsy murmur, but James still caught it. He blinked in surprise as the words processed, remembering back to their conversation the day after the teen turned seventeen. He was confused when they spoke then, but now it suddenly made more sense.
‘I’m not really your son.’
Here the Chapter Ends
Sex, then bomb dropped. Way to go, Harry! Now James is going to be in turmoil for a while.
Was there seriously only one sex scene in this chapter? And in the last? Am I finally getting to a story that has less smut and more plot?!
I honestly have no clue. Let me know what you think!
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