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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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I am honestly surprised by how much people are enjoying this story. At least, I am assuming such with the number of dragon prints I have for it. Nowhere near my other HP story, but still quite a lot.
Anyway, moving on. I am trying to see how I can squeeze in Lily being removed from the picture. I have so many ideas for it, but it’s my working towards it that is bugging me. I will get there sooner or later.
And with Harry going to school soon, there won’t be as much smut going on either. Unless James does a pop-by and they get freaky. I will see what I can do without it seeming forced in any way. I generally just let my stories write themselves. So read on, everyone!
Here the Chapter Starts
Pregnancy can be a wonderful thing. Just the thought that there will soon be a new life in the world brought forth from one’s own body would excite most. A little piece of one’s self that will still be in the world even when the parent is long gone.
Right now, though, as much as Harry loved the fact that he is pregnant, he hates the side effects. School is in one week and his little one decided that it was a good idea to make him empty his already starving stomach into the porcelain throne in the bathroom. All because Lily just had to cook eggs with ginger powder in them. Harry never much cared for ginger, and his baby apparently agrees with him. Thus, worshipping the porcelain god.
James was in the bathroom with him, rubbing his back with a smirk. Lily refused to come into the bathroom, not wanting to catch whatever ‘sickness’ Harry was carrying around. If he could get away with cursing her for the comment, he would have. But he was too busy purging bile from his stomach.
"I love the baby, I do," he muttered, wiping his mouth. "But I hate what it’s doing to me right now."
"Typical response," James chuckled, running his hand through Harry’s raven hair. "Wait until you’re so horny, you can’t wait for a more private place."
Harry barked out a sarcastic laugh. "You mean I’m not already?" the younger asked knowingly.
Planting a quick kiss to the raven’s forehead, James smirked at him. "More so than you already are." Getting to his feet, he looked down at the kneeling teen. "Feel well enough to eat something now?"
Harry quirked a brow at him then gave him a hungry grin. "Maybe I can keep a little something down," he said softly. "Only if Daddy feeds it to me, though."
Catching on to what the teen was asking him for, he reluctantly shook his head. "Lily is awake and not that far away," the man pointed out in a whisper.
"Are you a wizard or not?" Harry scoffed with a roll of his eyes. "Set up a Silencing Ward."
James suddenly furrowed his brow and looked down to the teen. "Why haven’t we done that before?" he asked.
"Because then we won’t be able to hear anything outside the ward," Harry replied easily, his hand reaching up to the other’s belt and tugging on it. "Meaning if she woke up, we wouldn’t know it. At least right now, we know she’s awake and avoiding this bathroom like I have the plague."
"Well, that actually makes some sense," James agreed with a nod of his head as the teen undid his belt and pulled down his zipper. He didn’t tug down his pants, only moved the fabric blocking him and allowing the limb cock to fall out of the opening. With a wave of his wand, a shimmer ran down the door and walls, blocking out all sound while keeping their noise confined inside. "I guess I should started feeding you then."
Giggling, Harry licked at the soft organ, his tongue pulling it into his mouth where he gave it a shallow suck while pulling back until it popped out of his mouth. James groaned as Harry repeated the gesture, his hands combing through the raven hair as he leaned against the counter. Each time Harry did the act, he grew harder and thicker, his cock slowly growing upwards instead of hanging down.
Once it was standing as high as it could, the teen fully took the penis into his mouth, humming around it as his tongue rubbed the underbelly of the thick organ. James groaned in response, pushing his hips to the face currently attached to his cock, pressing the tip further down the raven’s throat. Harry pulled back, hollowing his cheeks with a hard suck before swallowing the cock once again.
The mouth surrounding him was wet and hot, throat tightly squeezing him down before the teen retreated with a moan. "Harry, not sure how long I can last with you taking my dick in so nicely," he warned, tugging on the thick black hair in his grasp.
Chuckling around the length in his mouth, the teen released it with a wet pop then ran his tongue up and down the underside. The tip of his tongue flicked at the tip, lapping up the small beads of precum leaking out. "Daddy likes my blowjobs, then?"
"Daddy loves it when you suck him off," James stated, his hips still rocking towards the teen. His penis slide across kissing lips, the hard shaft sliding down the side of the raven’s face. "But if you keep going, then I won’t be able to hold myself back for very long."
"I don’t want you to hold it," Harry informed, nipping sharply at the burning skin currently bumping against his nose. "I want to drink it all, Daddy. I’m hungry and need you to feed me." He took the tip back into his mouth, tongue swirling around it before swallowing the length once more. Bobbing his head quickly, he hummed and moaned around the meat in his mouth, causing vibrations to shoot up James’ form.
Groaning, the older released his load into the waiting mouth, Harry looking up at him as he drank it. He wasn’t allowing a drop to slip out, refusing to let the cock go until it stopped spilling into his throat. Even when it was done and the flesh softening, Harry slowly pulled back with a hard suck, his tongue running over the sensitive skin to clean it as he retreated back.
"All full, Daddy," he said with a grin, licking his lips. "It was really tasty."
"I bet it was," James replied as he tucked himself back into his pants. "Are you good for a while?"
"Yep!" the teen chirped as he steadily got back to his feet. "Thanks for breakfast, Daddy." He wrapped his arms around James’ neck, pressing his lips to the other’s. James accepted it, lips opening before his tongue plunged into the teen’s mouth. He could taste himself mixed into the flavor of the raven, his tongue reaching as far as it could with the other’s tangling with it. Pulling away, the teen smirked at him. "It was delicious."
Here is a line!
He hates her. Now more than ever before.
James is his now, even though he acts like he is hers. James fully confessed that he loves Harry more than the woman he married. That she meant less to him now than she has before.
Yet she dares to drape herself over him, coaxing him for sex at her whim. Like sex is all about her pleasure, at her convenience. Harry understands that it is about pleasure for both parties, to give as much as receive. Maybe not every time one partner is in the mood while the other isn’t, but she pushed him away for weeks, sometimes months, only to try and seduce him back into her clutches and into her bed.
He was pleased to see James deny her. After all, why would he need a woman that only receives when he has a lover that will give as well? It baffled the redhead when her husband told her that he wasn’t in the mood. Of course he wouldn’t be, not when he has Harry ready for him whenever he wishes. Before he even thinks of touching himself, he searches for the teen and flirts. Depending on how Harry responds, he will have sex or not. More often than not, he gets sex.
Harry may have been carried by the bitch, but he received nothing from her, except for the genetic coloring of his eyes that managed to slip through. Unless that is from his father or mother and he just doesn’t know it. Something to ask when the time is appropriate. Regardless, he is always ready and willing to accept his lover at his discretion. He has a feeling that, if he were to deny, James would be respectful and back away. But he doesn’t want to push the older male away. He wants it all.
How dare she even try to take what is his.
She watched her husband with surprised green eyes as he rose and left the room with a cheerful smile over his shoulder, saying he was going to make a quick firecall to Sirius. Harry snickered as Lily stared in disbelief, snarling at him when she noticed the teen nearby.
"And just what do you find so funny?!" she snapped at him.
He gave her a feral smirk. "I just think it’s funny that you tell him ‘no’ every time he asks you for sex, but can’t seem to handle getting a ‘no’ when you ask," he pointed out, leaning against the wall. "That’s pretty hypocritical to you."
"Shut your mouth and mind you own damn business!" the woman shouted at him as she jumped to her feet. "I don’t need your father to find my pleasure, anyway. He was just so suffocating for a while that I thought I should give him something to shut him up."
"So you meant to give him pity sex," the raven scoffed with a roll of his eyes, catching the comment that could be her hinting at cheating on the man. "I’m curious about something. It’s obvious you don’t love him. You hated him during your school years. Why’d you even marry him?"
Lily sniffed at him disdainfully. "What, you think I married him out of an ulterior motive?" the redhead asked cautiously.
"Now you’re putting words in my mouth," Harry chuckled.
Lips twitching into a knowing smile, she stared at him hard before pulling out a vial of bright yellow potion. "I bet that’s not all that’s been in your whorish mouth," she snipped, shaking the vial.
Harry’s eyes widened before he growled in response. He knew he hid that. She went digging through his things without him knowing it. So what if she knows he’s pregnant? There’s no way she knows who the father is. After all, the test only tells positive or negative, not parentage.
"And pray tell, why were you going through my things?" he asked harshly, teeth clenching. How did she even get the potion from his warded drawer? "My room is private to everyone, especially you."
"Why I was there is not important," she taunted him, curling her fingers around the potion. "But I have yet to see you leave for anywhere most of the summer, and we haven’t received very many visitors. In fact, the only male presence always around is your father. Which makes me think that you two have been up to something. A little something that can easily play into my favor."
"You’re full of shit," he chuckled darkly. "What, you think I’m having sex with my father? That I’m pregnant with my baby brother or sister? No, my lover and I are not related. At least, not that I am aware of. Some Purebloods, not that you would really be aware since you’re Muggleborn, tend to be related somehow."
"You expect me to believe you?" the woman brushed off, stepping towards the doorway that James left through a while ago. "I wonder just how far James will go to keep me quiet."
As she turned away from him, Harry’s lips curled into a snarl, teeth bared angrily. How dare she! She has no proof of a relationship beyond a positive test, no way of telling that he and James are together. Yet she plans to exploit her husband into doing whatever she says, to give her anything she wants.
He won’t allow it. She made herself a larger threat with this. If she just left everything alone, she may have lasted longer. As it stands now, though, she will be lucky to survive long enough to say anything to James.
Chuckling under his breath, he followed after her on silent feet. The study James uses for his firecalls is at the other side of the house, and they have plenty of objects in the building for an ‘accident’ to happen. He just needs the perfect spot. Perfect location. Perfect tool.
One turn away, he spotted it. An ugly old bust that she bought years ago, regardless of cost. As she rounded the corner, it was a mere foot away. With a wave of his hand, the spike of her high heels snapped, causing her to stumble in her haste. Unbalanced, she fell to the side, hitting the stand holding the bust up. It wobbled on its stand as she rubbed her leg, soothing it of any pain she may have felt.
The bust tilted off the edge of the stand. She looked up with wide eyes as it fell to her. She wasn’t able to move fast enough. It hit her head, splattering blood across the floor from the massive hole it left on her head, continuing on its journey to the floor. It crashed loudly as she fell next to the scattering pieces, blood pooling around her head as her eyes glazed over.
"Accio, potion," he whispered sharply, knowing James will come out to investigate the commotion. The yellow potion flew from her loose hand to his quickly, the teen vanishing around the corner just as James came from his study.
"Lily?!" he heard the man call out frantically. "LILY?!"
Harry, further down the hall but still close enough to hear, smirked to himself as he tucked the potion away. His threat is removed. James no longer has a wife. They no longer have to hide within their own home.
"Hey-ho, the witch is dead," he sang softly, giggling to himself. Taking deep breaths, he adopted a worried expression then darted back towards the study, his feet skidding to a halt at the sight of James holding Lily to his chest, tears spilling from his eyes as he petted her bloody head.
Spotting him, James shakily said, "Go in the study and tell Sirius to come through."
Why is he crying? She’s gone now. He doesn’t love her anyway. Daddy is all his now. They don’t have to worry about Lily anymore.
"Now, Harry!"
Nodding, he went into the study, spotting his godfather’s face in the fire. "Uncle Sirius, Dad needs you to come through."
Here is a line!
The Aurors took her body for an autopsy. Though the cause of death was obvious, they wanted to check for any foul play that could have been involved. As the body was taken, the lead Auror tested the wands of both Harry and James for a list of spells used. Nothing showed up that would suggest they had anything to do with the accident, so their wands were returned and James was told that they would contact him as soon as possible when they get results. As well as excuse him for a few days to recover from the trauma.
When the Aurors left the house, James had retreated back into the study, Sirius and Remus following after him to offer words of comfort. Harry went to his own room, waiting for the two men to leave. Or more like, he planned on doing so. As he passed by the door to their bedroom, he grew curious and went inside.
He did not doubt that Lily had her own secrets. What she said to him before her death only told him that she had some serious ones. If she kept a record of them, they would be in a private journal. With her dead, all privacy wards would be gone without her life force or magic to depend on. Time for some secrets to be let out.
The first place he looked was her bedside table. Finding nothing but a few personal items, he looked over to her bookshelf. No surprise, nothing but novels and stories. Why would she keep a journal, magic or not, in plain view like an idiot? Huffing, he skimmed over the room before focusing on the closet. He has a little secret compartment in his. Why wouldn’t she?
Glancing towards the door, he rushed over to the closet and flung the door open. There was nothing on the floor to indicate a hiding location, so he looked up, then smirked upon spotting a slim book. With a quick wave of his wand, the book was brought down to him. He opened to the first page then skipped to the next. They were mainly entries from her younger years, early Hogwarts it seemed.
They were mostly rants about James in general, about how much she despised him and his uppity attitude, his bullying of Severus, and most of all, his unbearable ego. It was when he got to the final year that he stopped skipping and started reading.
‘Mum and Dad are dead. ‘Tuni blames me, because I have magic and Death Eaters were the ones that killed our parents. She said that if I wasn’t such a freak, then they would be alive. We would have been left alone. Maybe she’s right.
‘I need something to help settle. I was relying on Mum and Dad for any financial problems until I could get a job and pay them back. But I found out recently that Muggleborn children have a harder time finding good work once out of school than Pureblood children. It is so unfair! No wonder Muggleborn go back to the Muggle world if this is how we’re treated.
‘Even with my intelligence, I would have difficulty finding a stable job. Severus, a half-blood, has already received petitions from Potion Masters to mentor him for his apprenticeship. What do I have? Nothing but a hateful sister and the clothes on my back, not a knut to my name.
‘James Potter, though, has loads of money. He’s the heir to one of the oldest Pureblood lines, meaning he must be loaded. Maybe I can use his affections for me to secure my future, especially once school is out since ‘Tuni kicked me out. If I become his wife, as much as I would hate it, I would not need to worry about a job. With the money his family has, I would be set for life.’
"That poisonous bitch," Harry growled under his breath, flipping through the pages. "Using Daddy for his money like that." He paused once more upon seeing a word that he hated being associated with Lily.
‘James asked me to marry him. Of course I accepted, I need his money to secure myself. But I will not have children. Never! They would ruin my figure and they’re nothing but little parasites. James would need an heir, though. If I don’t give him one, then he’ll resort to cheating on me for one. He’s a man, so it wouldn’t surprise me any if he slept with some slut a month after we marry.
‘I could use that, though. If I catch him with another woman, or a sub wizard (how disgusting!), then I could divorce him and get most of his money when things play into my favor. What kind of court would deny an obviously heartbroken woman who just found out the "love of her life" cheated on her when they just got married? It is perfect! I should probably start taking my potion before we get married, though. James has been getting grabby lately.’
Harry snarled deeply, angrily turning the pages until he got to another that caught his attention.
‘How the bloody hell am I pregnant?! I have been taking my potion and refusing James sex as often as I can get away with! Those damn Death Eaters, or even Voldemort himself, must have done something to me. It’s the only thing that would make sense! I was locked up for weeks, no potion to prevent pregnancy. They probably knocked me out then raped me in my sleep!
‘I tried telling James that I think something happened in that place, tried to coax him to let me abort the parasite. But he wasn’t listening, fully believing that I am carrying his child. He’s ecstatic! I’ll have to try and get rid of it myself then pass it off as something that just happens. Women miscarry all the time, after all.’
"Too bad for you," he muttered as he flipped a couple more pages. "Let’s see what else was on your mind."
‘Nothing is working! This damn creature inside me is still alive and growing! My body is nothing but ugly swelling and moody swings and vomiting! I hate this brat and it will pay for putting me through all this!
‘Of course James can’t get enough of my pregnancy. He keeps putting his hands on my stomach and talking to the stupid thing. He also keeps trying to talk me into sex while I’m pregnant, but I turned him away. I don’t want him touching me.’
"What are you doing?" he heard someone ask, causing the teen to jump and spin around, holding the closed book to his chest. He let out a brief sigh of relief when he saw it was James at the door. "What’s that?"
"Secrets," Harry snickered as he got to his feet.
"Secrets?" the man repeated in disbelief. "Your mother just had an accident! She just died down the hall! And you’re in here snooping through her things before her body is even cold?!"
"Why are you so mad?" the raven asked, stepping back. "She didn’t even love you! She married you for your money!"
"Enough!" he snapped angrily. "I’m not in the mood for your shenanigans, Harry! How can you be so callous? She carried you for nine months, went through hours of labor to give birth to you. And you’re acting like you don’t give a damn that she’s dead now!"
"Because I don’t!" Harry yelled. "I hated her and she hated me before I was even born! She’s not even my real mother! Just listen to this for a minute."
"No!" James denied, but Harry ignored him.
"‘Hours of labor and no luck’," Harry read out loud. "‘No one telling me the baby is in distress. No one telling me that it is me or the rodent inside me. I gave birth to a healthy boy screaming his lungs out.’"
"That’s enough," the older warned.
"‘I didn’t want to hold the little parasite. I want nothing to do with it. James took it as me being too exhausted. Maybe he’ll be his usual incompetent self and drop it. Maybe it’ll break it’s tiny skull wide open and die on the floor. I’m wished for him to drop the monster. I never wanted it!’"
James froze in shock, his eyes growing wide as his breath suddenly stopped. Harry took his silence as a sign to go on. Though he knew the words would hurt his lover’s currently fragile mind, it will eventually make them closer once James realizes that Lily only married him for his wealth.
"‘I tried starving it. I told James that he wouldn’t feed from me. Of course it was a lie, I simply don’t want it to live. My breast stopped lactating from lack of use, so I’m slowly getting my figure back again. James went out and bought formula and mixed some up in bottle. He fed the baby when I wouldn’t, saying he didn’t understand why ‘Harry’ wouldn’t suckle from me. It’s because I wouldn’t allow it. Can’t believed he named the thing.’"
"Stop it," James protested weakly as Harry turned a few more pages.
"‘What use is a Dark Lord when he doesn’t kill his targets? I suspected Severus would beg for my life to be spared from Voldemort, but he would never beg for James or Harry. I woke to James hovering over me, holding the parasite as it screamed. Useless Voldemort. If he killed James and Harry, I could get all the money as the Potter Widow and be without the one thing I never wanted.’"
"Just… stop it, Harry!" the man exclaimed , pressing his back to the wall as his hands covered his ears, eyes squeezing tightly while he slid down to a fetal position. "No more."
Gently, Harry closed the book and placed it on the nearby dresser. With light footsteps, he went to the curled up man and knelt in front of him, carting his fingers through the shaggy hair. "She didn’t love you, Daddy," he cooed softly, nuzzling the man as he held back sobs. "She even took potions so that you wouldn’t get her pregnant. She tried taking potions after she found out about me so that she would miscarry. All she wanted from you was your money.
"But I love you, Daddy. I love you more than anything. And I am having your baby because of my love for you, not because of money. Why would I want that? All I really need is you." Arms snaked around his waist, pulling him down to the broad chest as James buried his face into raven hair, his sobs slipping through. "We’re better off without her, Daddy. We don’t have to hide anymore. It can be just you and me. I can be your wife from now on, mother to your children. I’ll be a much better wife than she was, too. I’ll make sure you always know how much I love you. I’ll never push you away."
James let out a shaky breath, his hold tightening around the younger male. "Tell me something," he whispered, his voice broken. "Did you have anything to do with her death?"
He could tell the truth. He could say that he snapped the heel when she was close enough to the bust. He could tell him that Lily planned on using his pregnancy against James, figuring out that they were together behind her back. Surely James would understand then. Surely Daddy would know why he had to do it.
But Daddy is blind sometimes. He wouldn’t understand. Certainly not in his current state of mind. He would get mad, reject Harry completely and probably tell the Aurors that the teen murdered Lily. Both options, truth or lie, were so easy to just blurt out as soon as he opens his mouth.
"Why would you think that, Daddy?" he asked worriedly. "Do I look like a murderer to you?"
"No, baby boy," the man quickly denied, kissing him. "Not you. Not my beautiful angel."
Here the Chapter Ends
Yep. So Lily is dead and gone now. Mere mentions from here on. Man, if James finds out the truth, he might be pissed. But Harry can manipulate him back to his side. Probably.
Anyway, not much smut this chapter. In fact, it’s less than before. You guys get only one blowjob this chapter! 8 How’d that happen? Did the story start showing up?
Anyway, you guys know the drill by now. Let me know what you think of the chapter! ^^
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