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The Adventures of the Sex-God Savior	By : Camorgan Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Lucius Views: 30139 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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The Adventures of the Sex-God Savior and the Drool-Worthy Death Eater

Though Harry was happy, he could tell immediately that his godfather was not. Severus seemed to be gone by the time Harry was able to approach Sirius. He had always had an open face, Sirius, his joy or misery painted clearly in his expression. Lucius was showing their other guests out, and so Harry took a moment to place a hand on Sirius shoulder, worry in his face.

"Sirius...?"

"I'm a fool, Harry. I sent him a gift, and a letter. No big love confessions or anything, just a small note to tell him I care. I didn't say who it was from, but he saw right through me. He...didn't take it well. He told me a note and a book wouldn't change the hatred between us. But I don't hate him, Harry. He does though...he hates me." Sirius looked dejected, like he was going to curl into a ball and never get up.

"I'm sure he doesn't..."

"He does. It was in his eyes, Harry."

"Maybe you should just try to prove you're different now, I mean, if you had bullied me all my life and then told me you cared all of a sudden, I wouldn't believe you either. But if you worked for it, proved it, I might be more inclined to let you in." Harry said. Sirius nodded slowly, his face twisted as if he were half way to crying, and half way to an idea.

"Maybe you're right, Harry...yes, I will prove it. Somehow, I will." There was a light back in Sirius' eyes and the dark-haired boy smiled to see it's return. He patted his godfather's shoulder, turning as he felt a hand on his own shoulder. Lucius was behind him, all the other guests gone now.

"Everything alright, darling?" Lucius asked quietly. Harry nodded, turning back to Sirius.

"I'll be going then, Harry. Thank you." Sirius said, hugging Harry tightly and ruffling his hair like he had done when Harry was younger. He turned his attention to Lucius and gave him a curt nod.

"Congratulations, I know you'll take good care of my godson."

"Only the best, for my Harry." Lucius replied, earning a look of respect from Sirius. He smiled and nodded, waving as he left the room. Harry watched him go, and silently wished him good luck with whatever he thought of next to win over Severus Snape. He hoped it worked, both Sirius and Severus deserved to be as happy as Harry was right now.

"He looked upset." Lucius commented, surprising Harry. He had never known Lucius to be concerned about Sirius. But then again, Lucius Malfoy was full of surprises it seemed.

"Yeah. He, uh, got rejected." He said, leaving Severus' name out of it. He wasn't sure if Sirius would appreciate him telling Lucius about it. Though it turned out he didn't need to.

"He's playing with fire, turning his affections toward Severus." Harry looked at him quickly, shock showing on his face.

"How did you-"

"Severus is my dearest friend, Harry." Was his only explanation. Harry shook his head in disbelief.

"But we should not talk about them now..." Lucius said softly. Harry instantly recognized his tone of voice, deep and huskier than usual. Lucius' hands gripped his shoulders and turned him so they were facing each other. His long hands slid downward, eventually slipping into Harry's hands. He raised his left hand up and kissed the ring that lay there.

Harry gasped softly, his hand moving from Lucius' to cup his face. He could feel the barest bit of stubble on his cheek and shivered, wondering what that would feel like against his own face, or maybe against his thighs...

"What should we talk about?" Harry breathed. Lucius smirked, his hands snaking around Harry's torso and tugging him close to his body.

"Perhaps we shouldn't talk much at all, hm?" Lucius whispered, his mouth suddenly so close it took Harry's breath away.

"Sounds good..." He answered, gasping as Lucius' lips closed in on his, covering them completely with his soft, insistent mouth. Harry moaned, his fingers curling around the nape of the older man's neck as he pressed himself as close as possible.

He loved this. Loved the feeling of Lucius' firm, strong body pressed close to his. His lips beneath his own. It was far more wonderful than he could have ever imagined. And he had imagined it quite a bit. Who would have thought that he, Harry Potter, would end up in Lucius Malfoy's arms? It was like the last blow at Voldemort. Even he couldn't create a rift between the light and the dark. They were here together, kissing, promising love to each other. Getting married.

For the hundredth time it hit Harry that he was getting married. He could have Lucius all to himself. He could belong to the Malfoy. It only made him kiss the older man harder. They parted finally, panting for breath.

"We should go upstairs, love." Lucius whispered, his arms tightening around Harry as he disapparated. They reappeared in their room. Harry's heart skipped a beat. Their room. Soon they would share everything. Love for Lucius seized him powerfully, and an urge to please him took hold of him. He reached up for Lucius' face, having to pull him down to kiss him properly.

His fingers slipped into the blonde's hair, pulling the ribbon out easily and letting it fall to the floor. He was entirely too dressed, Harry decided, taking his cane and throwing it on the bed, and then unbuttoning and pushing clothing open impatiently.

"My, my, Mr. Potter." Lucius drawled, smirking down at his dark haired lover. Harry returned his smile, feeling bolder than ever. He tugged the man's robes off, and pushing him back until Lucius' back hit the wall to the right of the bed. Harry looked up at Lucius' surprised face and dropped to his knees, fingers pulling and pushing at the catch on his trousers.

The smirk on the elder Malfoy's face disappeared, replaced with shock. Harry had never been this bold, and he had never given him head, either. He was terribly shy about that sort of thing, but here he was. He gasped as his pants fell away from his groin, and then Harry's hand was releasing his already achingly hard cock. Lucius' hands fell into the dark hair, gripping as his heart beat so fast he was worried it'd pop from his chest.

"Harry..."

"Mm, shush. I want to so badly." Harry replied, running his fingertips lovingly over the hot, silky flesh. Lucius shivered noticeably, caressing the side of Harry's face encouragingly. Harry leaned into the touch slightly, closing his eyes in bliss. Then he opened his eyes and placed a soft kiss on the tip of Lucius' cock. He smiled against it as Lucius gasped again, flicking his tongue across it next.

It seemed even larger now that he was going to wrap his mouth around it. It felt huge in his hands, and he moaned just thinking of it inside of him. But that was for later, now he wanted to focus on pleasing his fiancé.

He licked it next, running his tongue up the underside from base to tip, sucking the head into his mouth and dipping his tongue inside the slit. He was rewarded with a moan and a buck of the hips that pushed the cock deeper into his mouth. He groaned as the weight settled on his tongue and sucked impulsively.

Lucius had forgotten what it was like, having a hot mouth around him, and Merlin, it was good. Harry was obviously new to this, but Lucius was sure he'd learn quickly, because it was so good. Harry was so eager to please too, those lips tightening around him until Lucius was sure he would die from the pleasure.

Harry hadn't expected to love it so much, but having Lucius in his mouth was incredibly erotic. He moaned against the flesh, loving how Lucius responded to even the slightest movement. He could feel himself hardening from just having his lover's cock in his mouth and sucked harder, digging his fingers into the fabric of Lucius' trousers.

He flicked his eyes up and whimpered, his cock twitching with arousal. Lucius looked so...delicious. Even with his clothes in a disarray, and his pants undone, he looked strangely regal. There was a look of pure bliss on his face that Harry immediately decided he wanted to see a lot more. He was tense with it, his muscles jumping and his fingers clenching in his hair, his hips arching forward longingly. He was beautiful, and sexy, and powerful.

Suddenly, Lucius' eyes opened and they locked on each other. There was a hungry look in Lucius' silver eyes, a burning desire that sent chills down Harry's spine. He was pulled to his feet in seconds, and then his back hit the wall and Lucius' mouth was claiming his. The kiss took his breath away and it was so delicious he clung to the elder Malfoy like his life depended on it.

Lucius couldn't stand it anymore, this new, teasing, aggressive Harry. He needed to take him, and take him hard. He slid a knee in between Harry's legs, his bare cock pressing invitingly against Harry's stomach as he slipped his tongue into the boy's mouth, miming what he was going to do elsewhere soon. He relished how Harry's fingers dug into his back, his whole body melding to his perfectly. He could feel the hardness of Harry's cock against his knee and he pressed against it gently, earning a whimper.

He broke away from the kiss and drove right back in, kissing and sucking at his neck in just the right places. Harry could do nothing more than gasp and buck desperately into Lucius' knee.

"Please, mm, oh, please..."

"Please what, Mr. Potter?" Lucius teased, his long fingers brushing down his shirt, unbuttoning it slowly and making a point to just skim his flesh. Harry shivered, arching into the touch.

"Fuck me..." Harry whimpered, biting his lip and meeting Lucius' eyes. Damn. Lucius couldn't help but groan, pushing away Harry's clothing like it had offended him.

"Such dirty language, Mr. Potter." He growled, pushing his knee against Harry's cock. Harry moaned, reaching down and wrapping a sure hand around Lucius' erection, caressing him teasingly.

"I think I prefer Mr. Malfoy." He replied softly, rubbing his thumb across the head of Lucius' cock.

It was like something snapped in Lucius, if he had been turned on before, he wasn't sure what the hell to call this. That one little phrase sent a fire rushing through his veins, and all semblance of control disappeared. He tore at the remainder of Harry's clothes, pulling his back away from the wall so he could toss him on the bed. Even the surprised look on Harry's flushed face as he bounced slightly on the bed made him hornier. Harry was naked within seconds, and the sudden desperation and viciousness seemed to give a brightness to his eyes. He sat up, tugging Lucius close by the belt loops so he could push away the rest of his clothing.

Harry's lips touched every inch of Lucius' skin he could find, and when he was bare, he grabbed Lucius' hands and pulled him down on top of him. They were kissing before they even hit the bed, Harry's legs opening to accommodate Lucius' form. The dark haired wizard cried out as Lucius' cock settled against his ass, pressing enticingly. He lifted his hips, rolling into the hardness and whining as the tip brushed along his entrance.

Lucius' hands flew to Harry's thighs, gripping them as he rolled against his ass teasingly. He sucked mercilessly at the younger man's nipples, whispering a soft spell into his flesh. There was a sudden cool wetness, and the tip of Lucius' cock slid in immediately.

"A-ah! More!" Harry pleaded, trying in vain to push down on Lucius. The older man only smirked, looking up at Harry and holding fast to his thighs. It was pure torture, but he wanted to tease Harry until he could barely stand it, and then pound him into the mattress until he forgot his own name.

He licked gently at the boy's nipples, and began a slow grinding against him. Just so, so that his stomach pressed against Harry's erection, and the head of his cock slipped in and out of him, never moving beyond the first inch or so. The dark haired man was squirming and nearly sobbing, his fingers gripping Lucius' white blonde hair and then the sheets.

"Lucius! Merlin, please..." He sobbed, his whole body trembling with sexual frustration.

"Does this feel good?" Lucius drawled.

"Y-yes! But I-I need more..."

"Hm, more? Like..." He slowly slid all the way in. "This?" He asked, his voice catching slightly, because, Merlin, Harry was tight. Harry's mouth fell open in shock, his head falling back as he was blessedly filled. He moaned deep and long, nails digging into the flesh of Lucius' back.

"Mmm, so good." He panted, opening his eyes to look into the face of his fiancé. Lucius moved one hand from his thigh and caught Harry's left hand, entwining their fingers and pressing them against the mattress. He moved then, pressing hard and slow into Harry.

"You're mine, Harry." He whispered.

His movements were deliberate, and every single one of them slammed directly into Harry's prostate. He was reduced to moans and whimpers, nearly screaming, and tears collecting at the corners of his eyes. It went on for a long time, Lucius teasing by slowing down, moving gently until Harry begged for release.

They came hard and long, Harry screaming his lover's name into the night. He felt claimed, and he gave himself willingly to Lucius without a second thought.

"So, Draco..."

"You look absolutely gorgeous tonight."

Draco Malfoy turned around suddenly, shocked to see both Fred and George standing in the doorway of his bedroom. He blinked. He had thought they had left already, with all the other guests. He had been a little upset, thinking they had left without saying goodbye, but it seemed he had underestimated them.

They were wearing identical suits, the only difference being the color of shirt. He still couldn't really tell the difference between them, except that Fred had a more wicked gleam to his eyes than George. There was definitely that wicked gleam there tonight, and Draco guessed that Fred was wearing green, and George blue.

"I thought you left." He said stupidly, because obviously, there were here. His heart was thumping wildly. They were here. In his room. And they were alone. Vivid images flashed through his mind and he promptly blushed. The one he thought was Fred grinned and closed the door with an ominous click.

"Awe, look Georgie, he's blushing." It was Fred, then, and he was walking toward Draco. They took a seat on either side of Draco, George's arm around his shoulders, and Fred's hand brushing over his cheek. He felt like a love sick fool, but having them both so close made his head foggy.

"U-uhm, what are you doing here?"

"We came for a visit, of course. We figured your dad would be a little preoccupied, so we snuck up to see you."

"Aren't you happy, Draco, darling?" He blinked.

"Of course. I'm just...surprised." Draco said, getting distracted by Fred's hand playing with his hair and the delicious scent of their cologne.

"Well?" Fred asked,

"Are you going to greet us?" George finished, leaning in.

"W-what?" They both laughed and then Fred caught his lips. Oh. Draco moaned, pressing closer to him. He whimpered as he pulled away but then George's soft lips replaced his brother's and they were kissing sweetly. He loved the contrast of the two. George pulled away as well and then, to Draco's surprise, their lips met. His eyes widened, and he leaned back on his elbows, watching in awe.

He wasn't sure why it hadn't occurred to him yet, but as he watched the twins kiss, it seemed...right, somehow. He thought if it was another Weasley, it would have been disturbing, but the twins...they were like two halves of the same person. And on top of that, it was...erotic.

"Surprised?" Draco nodded a little breathlessly and then kissed the closest one to him desperately. They both chuckled, and Draco let himself be swept up in them both.
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