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Of Purebloods and Wings	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Lucius Views: 38882 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Harry woke slowly, registering the feeling of something dragging over his wing first. His sleep-muddled brain took a few minutes to start up, but once it was working he quickly realized that the thing touching his wing must be one of Lucius’ hands. He opened one eye to find Lucius staring fondly at him, running one hand down Harry’s wing, a few feathers coming out in his hand. He calmly dropped them into the box at his other side.

“Good morning, Love.” The man said quietly. “You are aware that I knew exactly when you woke up?” He checked. “The bond makes it impossible to feign sleep.”

Harry huffed, then stretched lazily. “If you knew when I woke, then you could probably also tell that I’m quite useless the first few minutes after I wake.” He tucked his wings against his back and rolled half on top of Lucius, his back to the man’s chest, splaying out his other bedraggled-looking wing. “Help?” He asked sweetly.

Lucius chuckled, running his fingers through the feathers soothingly. “You really are moulting. Why?” He asked, stroking the wing and pulling out loose feathers as he did so.

Harry closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of Lucius fondling his wings. “Two reasons, although only one really applies to me. One: I lost my virginity last night, and Faurae, as well as Fae, moult when they lose their virginity. Two: We bonded. Normally, the feathers would grow back with different markings, signifying my new family. Since I have the markings of the royal family, mine won’t change, but the moulting still happens.” He explained.

Lucius frowned. “So this should be the only time I’ll need to have the elves check the bedding for feathers before they wash it?” He checked.

Harry flushed. “Um, no. Faurae also moult when they become, er...”

“When they become..?” Lucius prompted.

“Pregnant.” Harry muttered. “We moult when the egg successfully implants. We’re the first species to know for sure when we’re pregnant.”

Lucius smirked. “Excellent news, that.” He then frowned, hand stilling its movements. “Wait a second, that means that…” He narrowed his eyes at Harry. “You knew.” He breathed.

Harry flushed, shifting uncomfortably. “Knew what?” He hedged, not confirming or denying the accusation.

“About Draco’s pregnancy.” Lucius stated, as though it were obvious.

Harry bit his lip. “Only because Severus told me he was moulting.” He answered softly.

Lucius sighed. “We’ll keep this to ourselves. Severus does not need to know. He’d likely try to flay you alive, and I find I’m rather fond of you.” He told the teen lightly.

Harry smiled. “Merlin, am I glad you see it that way! I was afraid you’d tell him, and then I’d either be dead by his hand or serving detention for the rest of the year in retaliation. I’m not even sure which would be worse, plus I’m trying to get on friendly terms with him. Draco’s pregnancy was the only thing I was complicit in that could have really undermined those efforts.” He finished.

Lucius shook his head. “Well, he won’t hear it from me.” The man stated. He plucked a few more feathers from Harry’s wing, then nodded decisively. “Alright, sit up and give them a good shake, see if there’s any more loose feathers.” He told Harry.

Harry sat up and flapped a few times, dislodging a grand total of four feathers from each wing. “Wow. You got nearly all of them out.” He said in mild surprise.

Lucius chuckled. “I’m known for being thorough.” He purred, shoving Harry back into the pillows and kissing him.

Harry moaned into the kiss, winding his arms around Lucius’ neck, more than ready for a second bout of sex, when his stomach growled, loudly.

Lucius broke the kiss, chuckling good-naturedly. “I suppose I should see you fed before we expend massive amounts of energy.” He suggested.

Harry hid his blushing face in his hands. “That’s absolutely mortifying!” He said, the words muffled, but still distinguishable.

“It’s really not all that bad; who’s going to know? You, me and the house-elves.” Lucius got out of bed, stretching his arms above his head, gloriously naked and totally unabashed about it. “Really, Harry, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I’m feeling a bit peckish, myself.”

Harry watched the man as he padded over to his wardrobe, opening it and pulling out two dressing gowns. He put one on and handed the other to Harry. “I see no need to dress when I plan to bring you straight back to bed after eating.” He said simply. “Just cut holes in the back so you can put your wings through, it’s one of many.”

Harry put the other one on after noting with amusement the large Malfoy crest on the back of it. “Do you own anything that doesn’t have the Malfoy crest on it?” He asked.

Lucius just looked at him with a raised eyebrow and asked, “What do you think?”

Harry snorted and shook his head, putting on the dressing gown without further comment.

*****

As they walked into the dining room, a house-elf appeared in front of them with a soft ‘pop.’ “What is Masters wanting for breakfast?” It asked.

Lucius considered the question for a moment before answering. “How about something Elven?” He asked Harry.

Harry nodded. “That sounds good.”

“Do you have a preference for anything?” Lucius asked.

“Caritica root with strawberry sauce is pretty good.” Harry told him.

“That does sound good.” Lucius agreed. “Have you tried it with blackberry sauce? The house-elves make a seedless sauce that’s very good.” He told Harry.

Harry’s eyes widened. “No, I haven’t, but that sounds delicious.” He said.

Lucius nodded, then turned to the elf. “Caritica root with blackberry sauce, Ellie. Thank you.” He said.

The elf nodded and left them alone.

They walked to the table and sat down, Lucius picking up the Daily Prophet that was sitting at his seat. “Well, let’s see if the reporters listened to me yesterday. I might have convinced them to keep silent on the fact that we used a soul-bond, which will help when it comes to the battle. If Voldemort doesn’t know that my life is now ties to yours, there is no reason to suspect duplicity from me. If they let on that we soul-bound, Severus will have to think quickly to help cover for me. He can pull it off, but it’s better if there’s no need for that.” The man murmured, looking over the article.

Harry nodded, pouring them both tea.

Lucius smiled. “They listened. ‘The type of bond used is being kept secret so as to preserve our Chosen One’s privacy, but it can be mentioned that there was a purity spell cast, and Harry Potter was indeed still virginal.’” He read. “You really get very little privacy.” He remarked to Harry.

Harry smiled wryly. “Trust me, I know.” He agreed.

“However, this is a good thing. It will keep the Dark Lord in the dark about my true loyalties without extra lies, which will give us more wiggle room with our plans when the time comes.” Lucius murmured.

Ellie brought their food out and Lucius set the paper aside. “The picture of us is very nice.” He said, nudging the paper toward Harry.

Harry picked up the paper and looked at the picture. It was taken while they were exchanging promises, and Lucius and Harry were standing, hands clasped together, staring into each others’ eyes. “I like it.” Harry said happily.

Lucius nodded. “We’ll get the original from the Prophet editor, re-size it and hang it in our bedroom. Sound good?”

“Sounds wonderful. Are you sure you can get them to give it up?” He asked.

Lucius smiled. “I have my ways of persuading people.” He assured Harry. “For now, let’s eat. We can worry about everything else later. We have a week before we can be seen out in public, anyway. We can’t do anything until then.”

Harry nodded and concentrated on his food.

*****

After breakfast, the two headed back into the bedroom. Harry fell onto the bed face-first, spreading his wings out behind him. “Fix them?” He asked Lucius.

Lucius chuckled and straddled his mate, plucking out the last few feathers and stroking over the new ones coming in. “Should I preen them?” He asked.

“Please.” Harry affirmed.

Lucius reached under the wings for the preen gland and collected some of Harry’s oil, eyes widening as he caught the scent. It was stronger now, and even sweeter than before. Plus, his cock was suddenly far more interested in the proceedings. “Merlin.” He breathed. He took a second to close his eyes and take a few deep breaths, which didn’t help much to clear his head.

Harry shifted under him. “Is there a problem?” He asked.

Lucius cleared his throat. “No.” He said, bringing his hands to the top of Harry’s wings and beginning to coat the feathers in a light layer of oil, trying to ignore the scent, which was wreaking havoc on his self-control. “I think Severus neglected to warn me that preening between mates would be a highly sensual activity.” Lucius finally admitted to Harry after he’d coated the feathers that had grown in already.

Harry smiled into the mattress at the admission. “Well, Draco told me. Is this going to be a problem?” He added cheekily. “I thought you’d be okay with it, honestly.”

Lucius growled, leaning in to nip at Harry’s neck and lick over the mating mark he’d left, making the teen shiver. “I have no problem fucking you again, no.”

Harry wriggled. “Good. Then what are you waiting for?” He pressed.

Lucius helped Harry out of the dressing gown he was wearing and took a few moments to take his own off, dropping them next to the bed. He grabbed Harry by the hips and pulled them up, then slipped one still-slick finger into him.

“Are you using my preen oil as lube?” Harry asked in shock.

Lucius chuckled. “It’s still on my hands, it smells good, and it’s, apparently, an aphrodisiac now, so why not?” He answered.

Harry smiled and shook his head. “Only you.” He said in amusement.

Lucius snorted. “I think you’ll find, if you ask, that Severus and Draco have probably done the same.”

Harry made a face. “That’s never going to happen; I’d rather not know any details about Severus’ sex life, thanks.” He said in distaste.

Lucius chuckled. “And I’d prefer to stay out of Draco’s, so we’ll never know.”

Harry wriggled his hips. “Alright, get back to what you were doing, please.” He requested.

“Pushy little sub.” Lucius smacked his arse sharply, drawing a gasp from Harry as he involuntarily clenched down on Lucius’ finger. “Be quiet or you’ll be punished.”

Harry turned his head to look back at Lucius. “Punished?” His eyes gleamed in excitement. “Punished how?”

Lucius added another finger and began stretching him quickly. “It may involve tying you up and keeping you on the edge of orgasm for hours. Trust me, you don’t want to go that route. Behave.” He urged.

Harry moaned and let his shoulders sink back down to the bed, arching his back, putting his arse on full display. “Fuck me.” He begged. “Fuck me now.”

“Patience is a virtue.” Lucius murmured distractedly, adding a third finger to the ones working Harry open.

Harry moaned softly. “You’ll find I have very little patience, I’m afraid.” He admitted.

“I’m sure we can work around the lack, if we try.” Lucius said evenly, pulling his fingers free and reaching below Harry’s wings to gather some more preen oil, which he used to slick his cock. “Oh, yes, this will make a fine lube, indeed.” He said happily, then slid into Harry.

Harry let out a low moan, his upper body sinking into the bed as his back arched at an almost obscene angle.

Lucius growled and grabbed his hips, helping Harry move to meet his thrusts as he moved slowly and deliberately.

“You know,” Harry paused to gasp as Lucius hit his prostate dead-on, “The preening devolved into sex rather quickly.” He mused.

Lucius chuckled. “I think you’ll find that with the two of us involved, most thing will either include sex or devolve into sex pretty often.” He told the teen before setting a quick pace, holding onto Harry’s hips and helping him move with him better.

Harry moaned helplessly and let himself be carried away on waves of pleasure.

*****

“Who was it that discovered a Vampire’s immunity to Lycanthropy?” Harry asked, looking up from the essay he’d been working on for the last twenty minutes.

Lucius sighed. “It’s in your book, Minx, use it.” He said firmly.

Harry huffed, looking through the chapter on Vampires. “I shouldn’t have to use it, I married the bloody professor.” He muttered under his breath.

“What was that?” Lucius asked, having heard the tone, but not the words.

“I love you.” Harry replied sweetly.

Lucius shook his head and turned his attention back to his paperwork. “Just hurry up and finish your essay so we can go back to bed. I don’t know why I agreed to let you bring your coursework home on our honeymoon. Really, what was I thinking?”

“Honestly, I don’t think you were at that point. We were so close to being married, we probably would have agreed to anything that let it happen sooner.” Harry told the man with a small grin.

“Well, with the signs that we were soul mates piling up, I was getting rather anxious to find out for sure, so yes, I probably would have.” Lucius admitted.

“About that…” Harry said softly, flushing.

“Yes?” Lucius asked, meeting his eyes.

Harry bit his lip. “The Veela mates, in our past…”

Lucius quirked an inquisitive eyebrow.

“Did you feel everything he felt?” Harry asked in a rush.

Lucius licked his lips, mulling over how best to answer. “If you’re asking if I felt the overwhelming urge to rush across the room and fuck my own son senseless, yes, I felt the call to mate. Rather strongly, in fact. That is why Veela are so protective of their mates; there is only one person that will evoke that strong an emotional response in them, and they are fiercely possessive and territorial once they find their mate. No one who has stood between Veela mates has escaped unscathed.” He answered.

Harry flushed. “Does it change how you look at me? Knowing we were once so closely related, and chose to pursue a relationship like that anyway? Be honest.” He urged.

“Of course not.” Lucius said, shaking his head. “No, Harry, the past lives we saw were just that: the past. None of them have any bearing on who we are now, or what our lives will be like. There is no hidden meaning within those glimpses. They simply are what they are.” He told the teen.

“Right.” Harry turned his attention back to his essay. “I just… It felt weird, knowing that in a past life, I was your son, and you were still okay being with me… Like that, so soon after finding it out.” He muttered.

Lucius chuckled. “Harry, I was able to have sex with you so soon after finding that out because I am skilled in compartmentalizing things like that. I have experience with putting things from my mind when I don’t need to focus on them. I stored the bit of knowledge away, and I bring it out again when I need to. Why, is that causing you to feel a way you’d rather not?” He asked.

Harry nodded. “I keep thinking of it, every time we start getting… Intimate.” He admitted. “I can’t seem to help it, my brain automatically goes there, and it makes me kind of uncomfortable.”

Lucius hummed, closing the folder he’d been looking through, and got up. He sat on the couch beside Harry, taking the teen’s hands into his. “Focus on me. You remember when I taught you Occlumency, right?” He asked.

Harry nodded.

“This will be more of the same.” Lucius told him. “I want you to visualize a box, big and made of something strong. Metal is preferable. Make sure it has at least one good lock on it, something to hold it closed until you want it opened again.”

Harry visualized a big metal box with a combination lock on it, the way he’d always imagined a safe would look. “Alright.” He said once he’d gotten the image firmly in mind.

Lucius squeezed Harry’s hands reassuringly. “Alright, you’re going to take that memory and you’re going to put it in that box, and close it, then lock it up tight.” He advised.

Harry did as he said and nodded once he was done. “That’s it?” He asked.

Lucius smiled. “Can you tell me any details from the memory?” He checked.

Harry frowned, thinking, then shook his head. “No, it’s all really vague.” He mumbled.

“That’s the whole point. Now it will weigh on your thoughts less. I think we’ve both done enough work for today. What would you like to do?” Lucius asked.

Harry grinned. “Fly?” He suggested.

Lucius shrugged. “I’m afraid I only have one broom, and I don’t think you brought yours. Draco would skin me if I went into his room to get one of his, so—“

“No, I meant fly.” Harry said, spreading his wings out behind him. “Unless you’re afraid I’ll drop you.” He challenged with a smirk.

Lucius pursed his lips for a moment, thinking. “Fine, I suppose I might as well give it a try. We’re going over the Quidditch pitch, and don’t take me more than twenty feet up. And for assurance that you won’t drop me, we’re using a featherweight charm.”

Harry nodded. “Fair enough. So, where’s the pitch?” He asked excitedly.
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