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Lucius' Pet	By : nekluvshp Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Lucius Views: 28479 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 7
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and characters, nor do I make any money from the writing of this fic.

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Chapter Summary:
Surprise, surprise, Harry and Lucius don't make it a year.
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In the blink of an eye, winter melted into spring and Harry had been Lucius’ Pet for six months.

April came around, which meant Lucius’s birthday. His forty-fourth, to be exact. He wanted to spend the weekend staying in with his Pet, but Harry had other plans.

“Let’s go out.” Harry insisted the evening of the eighteenth, the day before his birthday. “S-somewhere fancy, maybe in France. We n-need to celebrate properly.”

“Alright, Pet.” Lucius conceded. “We can go out. What did you have in mind?”

Harry shrugged. “Dinner?” He suggested.

Lucius nodded. “I know a place.”

~!~

The pair appeared with a crack in a damp alley in Paris. They walked a few blocks through the light rain until they came to a small, secluded bistro called Sultry in English.

They entered the small restaurant and were immediately greeted by the host, a wizard wearing black dress robes trimmed in silver. “Puis-je prendre vos manteaux?” The man asked in French.

“He wants our cloaks.” Lucius whispered to Harry. They both shed the aforementioned garment and handed them over.

“Veuillez vous asseoir n'importe où.” The host said before presumably taking their cloaks to the coat room.

Lucius led Harry farther into the restaurant and chose a table near a window. “He told us to sit where we please.” Lucius said as they walked.

Not long after they took their seats, a waitress appeared wearing a dress the same colors as the host’s outfit.

“Des boissons?” She asked cheerily as she handed them each a single-page menu.

In French, Lucius ordered champagne for himself and pumpkin juice for Harry.

“So, you speak French.” Harry noted after the witch left with their drink order.

“Obviously.” Lucius said with a smirk.

A moment passed where Lucius perused the short menu. The waitress returned with a full champagne flute for the blonde man and a glass goblet of juice for his Pet.

“Savez-vous ce que vous aurez?” The woman asked as she set their glasses down.

“Nous aurons tous les deux l'agneau.” Lucius placed their order and handed the menus back over. He took a drink of his champagne.

“Votre nourriture sera bientôt prête.”

After the witch had left them alone again, Harry leaned forward and quietly asked, “You didn’t order snails, did you?”

The blonde man laughed and took another sip. “Don’t worry. Snails aren’t even on the menu. I ordered us both lamb.”

While they waited for their food, Harry looked around the room. It took him a minute to notice, but eventually he realized there was a high number of Pets in various states of dress in the restaurant.

“What exactly is this place?” He finally asked.

Lucius gestured to the room in general. “This is a restaurant that caters exclusively to masters and Pets.” He explained before finishing his glass.

Almost the moment he had set his empty flute down, the waitress was back with a bottle in hand.

“Vous voulez une recharge?” She asked.

“Oui s'il vous plaît.” He replied and she refilled his glass. The witch turned to walk away, but Lucius caught her attention by gently touching her arm.

“Laissez la bouteille.” He instructed.

“Bien sur monsieur.” She said and set the bottle of champagne on the table before leaving them alone once more.

Forty-five minutes later, Harry and Lucius stepped back onto the street and retraced their steps to the alley they had originally apparated to.

“Are you sure you’re okay to apparate?” Harry asked as they entered the alley.

Lucius staggered just slightly as he walked. “I’m fine, Pet.” He reassured the boy.

The blonde man took a tight hold of Harry’s arm and they disapparated with a loud pop.

When they reappeared, the gate to Malfoy Manor was already open. Maybe he’d forgotten to close it when they left?

Inside, both males stripped off their cloaks and hung them on the cloak rack before heading farther into the manor.

“I think I’m going to pour myself a drink.” Lucius said as they walked down the hall. He stopped outside the closed double doors that led to the drawing room where he kept his liquor cabinet. That was strange; these doors were usually left open.

Lucius pushed the doors open and was greeted by dozens of voices shouting, “surprise!” The man stumbled back a little in his inebriated state. Startled, he looked down at his Pet, who was smiling voraciously.

“Happy Birthday, master.” Harry said and wrapped Lucius in a quick hug.

“Did you do this, Pet?” He asked, recovering from his shock.

“He had a little help.” Another voice replied. The blonde man looked up to see Severus had approached them.

Severus offered his friend a drink of something a little stronger than the champagne he’d been drinking earlier in the evening.

Lucius drank deeply from the glass tumbler. He wasn’t particularly fond of surprise parties. But if his Pet had put this together, he needed to enjoy himself.

“Thank you, Pet.” He said and ran his hand through Harry’s dark hair.

Harry suddenly tugged on Lucius’ sleeve and beckoned him closer. “We didn’t invite T-Tom.” He whispered.

Lucius pecked his Pet on the cheek. “Smart.” He replied.

The night wore on and Lucius found himself considerably loosened from the alcohol he was being plied with.

Harry didn’t leave his master’s side. Not specifically because he didn’t want to, but because the man wouldn’t stop touching him and he was enjoying it. Lucius constantly had his hand on Harry, running through his hair, rubbing his shoulder, and even grazing his arse a time or two.

Finally, Harry yawned widely. “T’red, Pet?” Lucius slurred.

“Yeah.” The boy nodded.

“Go on up… to bed then.” He suggested, barely coherent.

“Thank you, master.” Harry said through another yawn. He gave him one last hug before leaving the party for the night.

Harry made his way upstairs to his bedroom, the din of the party following him. At his door, he changed his mind and decided he wanted to sleep in Lucius’ room instead.

Once in the desired room, Harry stripped and snuggled into his cushiony bed. He tried to stay awake and wait for his master to come to bed, but he failed.

Sometime later, Harry was woken by the door opening with a loud bang. He jerked awake and glanced around the dark room blearily for a second, trying to gain his bearings.

Finally, he noticed the people in the doorway, backlit by the light from the hallway. He instantly recognized Lucius, but not the woman he was heavily making out with.

Harry felt his heart drop into his stomach at the sight before him.

Lucius slammed the door shut again, plunging the room back into the semi-darkness of the half-moon outside. The blonde man led the woman to the bed and laid her down on it. He kissed her again before excusing himself. “I’ll be right back.” Harry heard him whisper harshly.

The dark-haired boy watched his master stagger to the bathroom before disappearing behind the door. He turned his attention back to the witch to see her shimmying out of her tight dress.

Harry saw red and launched himself across the room.

“No!” He screamed and jumped on the woman, knocking them both to the ground. The young Pet lashed out at any part of her he could reach.

Suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped around Harry from behind and lifted him off the witch. He continued to kick and flail for a few moments, struggling to get back at her.

“Harry, what are you doing?” Finally made it through the blood pounding in his ears and he fell limp, panting heavily.

When Lucius was satisfied his Pet was done fighting, he set the boy back on his feet. He then helped the witch up off the floor. “I am so sorry for his behavior. I don’t know what’s gotten into him. Let me walk you out.” He told the witch, vastly more sober than he had been a few minutes ago.

“He deserves to be punished severely.” The woman said as they exited the bedroom.

“Don’t worry, he will be.” Came Lucius’ fading reply.

Now alone, the full extent of what he had done hit Harry hard. He fucked up. Big time. He was just a Pet. It wasn’t up to him who Lucius took to his bed.

By the time Lucius returned from escorting the half-naked woman to the floo, Harry had retrieved a paddle and his master’s hair brush and laid them side by side on the bed. Harry himself was bent over the bed, ready to receive whatever punishment Lucius had in store.

“What did you do, Harry!?” Lucius asked angrily as he picked up the items lying next to his pet. He set them both on his dresser, choosing to use his own hand instead. “Answer me, Pet.”

“I at-tacked her.” Harry replied. A sudden hard smack to his naked arse startled him. He noticed his master never said how many strikes he would receive.

“Why?”

Harry found himself physically unable to answer the question.

“Why, Pet!?” Lucius repeated.

“I c-c-can’t…” Harry stammered.

Another smack came down on the opposite cheek from the first. And then the barrage started. Harry lost count after thirty-five.

Finally, Lucius stopped. His hand couldn’t take it anymore.

“Harry…” Lucius began, considerably calmer than before. “Why did you do it?” He asked softly.

Harry choked on the tears that had started sometime during the bombardment. “I-I r-really c-can’t.” He stuttered again.

Lucius sighed. “Alright, Pet. You don’t have to tell me right now.” He gently said as he lightly ran a hand over Harry’s stinging butt and thighs in a soothing motion. “But tomorrow, we have to talk about this. Can you get on the bed?”

Harry shook his head against the black comforter beneath him. He was too sore to move much.

Lucius lifted his small Pet and helped him lie down properly on the bed. He left Harry on top of the blanket, hoping the cool air would help soothe his skin. Then he climbed onto his side of the bed and passed out on top of the covers himself.

~!~

The next morning, Harry awoke to the feeling of a gentle hand running up his back, into his hair and back down again. He hummed appreciatively and turned his head to look at the man touching him.

Jade eyes blinked up at Lucius. “Hi.” He whispered up at him.

“Good morning, Pet.” The blonde man responded just as quietly. The pair was silent for a few minutes as Lucius continued to rub Harry’s back.

“I’m s-sorry… for last n-night.” Harry finally said.

“I know you are, Pet.” Lucius softly replied.

Harry took a deep breath. “I d-didn’t mean to. I just…” He trailed off.

“It’s alright. Take your time.” Lucius said as he ran his fingers through Harry’s shaggy hair.

“I s-saw you with her… and I s-snapped.” The dark-haired boy explained.

Lucius’ brow furrowed. “Are you saying you were jealous?”

Harry turned from his stomach onto his side to fully face the other man. “More like… possessive.” He amended as the man’s hand settled on his hip.

“I see.” Lucius said with a small smirk.

Harry’s deep green eyes met Lucius’ silvery-grey. A pale hand came up to rest on his cheek.

Lucius lunged forward, capturing his Pet’s lips in a bruising kiss. Fuck the rules.

Harry gasped in surprise and Lucius used the opportunity to slip his tongue into his mouth. The boy’s eyes slid shut and he finally kissed the man back.

The hand on Harry’s face slid down his body and gripped his arse, pulling them together. He could feel Lucius’ erection through the thin fabric of the cotton boxer briefs the man was wearing, the only thing he was wearing.

Lucius pulled away from Harry’s lips to trail kisses down his jaw and neck.

“M-Master.” Harry huffed as his throat was assaulted with various nips, licks, and sucks.

“That’s Lucius.” The man panted against the skin in front of him.

“Yes, Lucius.” The boy replied breathily.

The blonde man made his way down Harry’s body, only stopping to apply attention to his Pet’s pert nipples.

Eventually, he came to Harry’s hard cock nestled against a very small amount of dark hair. He sucked the flesh into his mouth, earning himself a long, loud moan from the boy above.

“Holy fuck!” Harry exclaimed as his hard-on was worked expertly.

After a few minutes of this treatment, Harry felt a familiar tightening in his groin. He didn’t want to come though, not yet.

“S-stop.” He breathed, tugging slightly on Lucius’ long hair.

“What’s… wrong, Pet?” The man asked.

Harry shook his head. “Not yet.” He panted.

Lucius understood and placed a kiss on the inside of Harry’s lightly tanned thigh. He sat up on his knees between his Pet’s thighs before climbing off the bed entirely.

Leaning down, he kissed Harry’s lips again and said, “Stay here. I’ll be right back.” The man then rushed into his bathroom to retrieve his wand he had left there the night before.

By the time Lucius returned, Harry was lazily stroking his manhood to keep it hard. The man stood in the doorway for a moment just watching his Pet touch himself.

Finally, Lucius sauntered back over the bed and removed his underwear before he settled himself between Harry’s legs once more. He pointed his wand at his Pet’s puckered entrance and cast two spells. First, distendo to stretch his rectum, followed by lubrico to lubricate it. Then he tossed his wand onto his bedside table.

Harry shivered a little as cool fluid lined his insides. He then gasped when two fingers were pressed into him and his body was breached for the first time. The digits pumped in and out of him for a minute until they struck that special bundle of nerves, causing his hips to buck off the bed.

“Lucius!” He moaned pleasurably. “D-Do that again.”

The blonde man removed his fingers with a soft pop. “In due time, Pet.” He purred and lined the head of his cock up with the stretched opening.

“Fuck!” Lucius groaned as he pushed into his Pet’s willing body, stilling for a moment when he was balls deep. It had been years since he’d had sex and he didn’t know how long he would last.

“Harry!” He moaned when the young man experimentally tightened his inner muscles around his hard-on.

“Move, Lucius.” Harry pleaded a moment later.

“Yes, Pet.” Lucius heeded the command and pulled out so just the tip remained inside the smaller body. Then he slowly slid forward again until his hips were pressed against Harry’s. He repeated this process a few times, allowing his Pet to become used to the feeling.

Harry hummed approvingly at the feeling of the hard cock sliding in and out of him. “More.” He begged as the pleasure slowly began to build.

Lucius didn’t need to be told twice. He picked up the pace, thrusting that much harder and faster as Harry’s arms wrapped around his body.

Before either of them knew it, Lucius was pounding, almost brutally, into the small body that was his Pet and Harry was meeting him with equal fervor. He began changing his angle slightly, trying to find Harry’s prostate.

“Fuck, yes!” Harry moaned when it was finally struck it dead on and he dug his nails into Lucius’ shoulder blades.

“Do you… want to… come, Pet?” Lucius asked as he slowed down a little, giving Harry’s cock a light squeeze.

“Please!” The boy begged.

Resting his weight on one arm, Lucius began stroking the erection in his hand in time with his hard thrusts.

“Come for me.” He whispered huskily in Harry’s ear.

Immediately, Harry’s head snapped back against the pillow beneath him and his body stiffened, his hips lifting from the bed.

“Lucius!” He cried as his come spurted across their torsos.

“Fuck. Yes, Harry!” Lucius grunted against his Pet’s throat as the passage around his cock tightened and convulsed with Harry’s orgasm, ripping his own from him.

The blonde man panted in place for a moment before rolling to the side and collapsing on his back next to his heavily breathing Pet.

“Wow.” Harry breathed after a few minutes of relative silence.

Lucius laughed lightly at his Pet’s reaction.

“I take it you enjoyed yourself?” The man asked as he reached for his wand to scourgify away Harry’s seed.

“So. Much.” Harry replied, “But uh… w-we broke the rules.”

Lucius smirked a little. “I’m aware.”

“You’re gonna g-get in trouble.” The boy whispered sadly.

The man coaxed Harry into his arms. “I’ll deal with that when the time comes.”

The pair was silent for a moment as Harry traced imaginary lines along Lucius’ bare chest.

“Can… can I ask you s-something?” He finally spoke?

“Of course, Pet.” Lucius replied as he ran a hand through Harry’s thick hair.

Harry took a deep, calming breath. “Why did you… last night… her?” He asked brokenly.

Lucius sighed and ran a hand down his face. He should’ve known this question was coming.

“I was… very drunk last night, Pet.” The man began. “She was small, had short, dark hair, and, aside from her gender, she reminded me of you.” He sighed again. “I thought if I could get my sexual frustrations out with her, I’d be more able to control myself with you. But when I brought her upstairs, I hadn’t considered you’d be in here.

“Last night is my fault. That’s why I used my hand to punish you, to punish myself as well.” He finished explaining.

“So… you were g-going to sleep with her… because you w-wanted me so badly?” Harry inquisitively recapped.

“Exactly.”

Harry lip twitched into a small smile. “That m-makes me feel a little better about it.”

Harry’s green eyes stared vulnerably into Lucius’ silvery-grey, silently conveying the feelings he couldn’t give voice to.

Lucius leaned forward and kissed Harry breathless, running his hand along his small body. “I understand, Pet.” The man whispered once he’d pulled away.

“Oh!” Harry exclaimed, suddenly remembering something as he snuggled into his master’s arms. Laying his head on Lucius’ chest, he chirped, “Happy birthday.”

What a birthday it was.
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