The Kinkiness of Harry

AN: I can't thank all of you enough for your kind words regarding my stories, and especially your patience. *HUGS* I hope you enjoy this chapter and the next one is being written as I type.

Annie



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Chapter Eighteen

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Harry closed his eyes, tilted his head back and sighed as the water caressed over his chest. He smiled unconsciously, thinking about the last two hours and how amazing it had been. Just the thought of Lucius considering using a ‘double’ to join them was enough reason for Harry to feel elated. In fact, Harry had no idea that Lucius would actually go through with it.

Hell, it wasn’t even in Harry’s secret desires today to do such a thing. Yes, they had talked it about it before – actually it was Harry who had talked about it - but it never seemed like Lucius had taken it seriously. Harry smiled. He never was so happy to be proven wrong.

There was one thing Harry had noticed that had surprised Lucius: to have free access to Harry's mind. Of course, it took a lot of trust on Harry's part to allow him, but it was worth it. His smile widened as he thought back to Lucius’s expression when Harry had first mentioned it. The first few times, understandably, Harry was terrified, but Lucius had walked him through it, telling him that he had enough experience in Legitimacy to not go too deep. And he didn’t. Lucius had controlled himself, taking only the information that Harry had offered him. It was so much easier on Harry this way because some of the things he had wanted to do embarrassed him, and he knew that there would be no way Harry would have been able to say them out loud.

Which brings Harry to today. He had finally got the courage to think of something he had been obsessing over, but as usual, Harry didn’t know how to approach the topic. At the beginning of their relationship, Harry had been angry at Lucius when the blond had acted like a Master and had treated Harry like a slave, but secretly, that image of Harry at Lucius’s feet had never really left him. In fact from time to time, he had even thought about asking Lucius if they could do it again, but Harry, of course, would stress that this time it would be consensual. And that Harry truly wanted it.

All morning long Harry dreamed of how it would begin. Sitting in front of the telly had distracted Harry for about five minutes, but the image of him at Lucius’s feet, wanting to be humiliated and abused like a slave, was enough to drive Harry insane. And so, Harry's heart was pounding the entire morning, and he knew that he had to do something to start it, so he did the only thing he could think of:

Initiate a ‘game’ so Lucius would read his mind.

Harry was terrified that Lucius would have gone straight to a ‘punishment’ for Harry's forward behaviour, but it seemed as if Lucius knew Harry all too well. He recognised straightaway that Harry wanted to play a game – it had been a whole week – and so he skipped the punishment and started right away. Lucius knew Harry liked his toys and he knew Harry liked to be tortured mercilessly with them. But, even though Harry did enjoy his prolonged suffering, it wasn’t enough for him. He wanted more.

Harry wished with all his might that Lucius would have entered his mind before they had gone into the room, but he was also content that Lucius had agreed to do anything today.

When Lucius approached Harry at the end, Harry’s heart exploded within his chest. He had already convinced himself that the session was over, and, even if it wasn’t, they wouldn’t have had the time to do anything. But Lucius had caught him off guard, and so by the time Lucius had touched his mind, the exact image of what Harry had wanted to do, seemed to have disappeared.

Yes, Harry did want to be whipped until he begged Lucius to stop, but that was only a part of what he had wanted. Just once Harry wanted to see what it was like to be treated like a slave and to do anything Lucius demanded of him. Shine his boots with his tongue the way he had done all those months ago. Fetch him dinner on his knees. Make him wear a chastity belt all day with a large dildo wedged inside of him. And definitely bring him closer and closer to a climax and then deny him.

Harry reached down and grabbed his hardened cock. His fist closed around it and he squeezed it so tight that he knew it must have turned purple. Harry told himself mentally over and over again not to stroke it, not to give in and come, but the desire was consuming him. With all his might, he forced himself to look over at the clock and tried to convince himself that Lucius would be entering the room any moment now. Harry then turned his attention to the door and silently pleaded with Lucius to come back.

It was no use, of course. Lucius number one and Lucius number two were both in their playroom, attending to ‘Past’ Harry. At that image, Harry gripped his cock harder to muffle his rising temptation to masturbate. Harry could hear Lucius’s voice echoing his mind:

‘Patience, Harry. Patience.’

Harry knew he was fighting a losing battle and he growled in frustration at himself, and then slammed the sides of his fists against the shower wall. He had done it so loudly that he didn’t hear the door open and close. Nor did he feel the water turn off, nor a presence slip in behind him. He did, however, feel the pain on his scalp as his hair was roughly grasped and his head was yanked back. He cried out, partly in surprise and the other from shock at the instant pain, but he yelled even louder when his balls were strangled by an iron hand.

“You better not be doing what I think you are doing,” Lucius hissed in his ear.

Harry gasped as the tightness surrounding his balls increased. He could feel his erection waning.

“I-I…” Harry gurgled out.

“Because if you were, the punishment would be severe.” When there was no immediate answer, Lucius squeezed harder, causing Harry to scream. “Answer me!” Lucius snapped, relaxing his grip slightly on Harry's head.

“Yes! Yes! I was!” Harry cried, then added quickly, “I mean I started to! Please, Lucius, please! I didn’t! I really didn’t. I wanted to but I stopped. Honest.”

There was deafening silence and Harry trembled under Lucius’s scrutinised gaze. Suddenly, Harry’s balls were constricted again and Harry screamed as he bent forward as if that would alleviate the pain.

“You had better be telling me the truth,” Lucius warned.

“I am! I swear! Read my thoughts! Please, Lucius! You’re hurting me!”

Another anguished pause. Harry collapsed to the shower floor as soon as Lucius released him. He looked up at the blond, horrified. There was an evil smirk covering Lucius’s lips and it scared Harry.

“I--” Harry began but his words were cut off.

“You wanted to know, did you not?” Lucius asked but it sounded more like a rhetorical statement.

As Harry was still holding his red and tortured balls, he frowned, completely confused. Lucius, who was still dressed, knelt down in front of Harry, making sure the end of his trousers didn’t get wet. He gently caressed Harry's cheek, but Harry froze, anticipating the worst. He gasped when his face was cupped and two thumbs wiped his tears away.

“This is precisely how you would be treated if you were to disobey me – as my slave,” Lucius said simply.

A dawn of understanding crossed Harry's face. “I-I didn’t think you saw that,” Harry whispered. “Or that you would do it this soon.” Harry paused. “Without telling me.”

Lucius nodded. “I only wanted to prepare you if you chose to go through with this. I wanted you to see exactly what would happen to you, and that it could happen at any given moment.”

Harry nodded. That made sense. Of course, that didn’t mean Harry liked it. He watched as Lucius stood and he held out his hand. Harry took it gingerly, still eyeing the blond carefully. He stood up cautiously, his hand still cupping his tender balls. He flinched slightly when Lucius took a step forward.

“Relax, Harry. I won’t hurt you again,” Lucius whispered soothingly.

He brought Harry in a tight hug, caressing his back and gently nipping at his neck. Lucius ran his fingers through Harry's hair lovingly and waited until Harry visibly relaxed.

“Come now,” Lucius said with a small smile. “Let’s attend to this before it swells further,” he said, removing Harry's hand and cradling the boy’s balls ever so tenderly.

Harry remained silent as Lucius guided him over to their bed, and he helped him lie down. Lucius disappeared for a moment and then reappeared, carrying a small phial and a jar. The blond set both of them on the bed next to Harry, and without looking up at him, he uncorked the bottle. Lucius brought it up to Harry's lips.

“Drink this,” Lucius whispered.

Harry nodded and smiled mentally. This was the Lucius Harry knew and loved... And trusted. Harry instinctively flinched when warm fingers touched his eyelids, motioning them to close. Harry did what he was silently told, but immediately gasped as hot liquid touched his cock and sore balls.

“Shh,” Lucius said softly. “This will help. Trust me.”

Harry nodded again and he could already feel the lotion cool down. He flinched again when his right wrist was taken gingerly and was placed on top of long, silky hair. The hand patted Harry's, indicating that he wanted Harry’s hand to remain there. Unknowing why, Harry kept it there and then he could feel Lucius’s head move closer until it was hovering over Harry’s groin.

Harry gripped Lucius’s hair tightly as his cock was sucked into a hot mouth.

“Lucius!” Harry gasped, but was silenced by a finger that touched his lips.

Harry’s head dug into the pillow beneath and his back bowed as Lucius’s ministrations increased. Suddenly, and disappointingly, Lucius stopped, earning a frustrated groan from Harry. It was instantly silenced, however, when Harry’s body slid across the bed until his legs dangled over the edge. Before Harry could ask why, muscular arms went underneath the inside of Harry’s legs, causing them to drape over Lucius’s forearms. Strong hands gripped the sides of Harry's waist and pulled him closer to what Harry knew was Lucius’s mouth.

His suspicions were confirmed when Lucius’s hair touched Harry’s thighs and a mouth quickly engulfed his cock. Harry squirmed as his cock went deeper and deeper into Lucius’s mouth and then he could feel the warm breath on his black pubes. Up and down the blond went, sucking harder each time. Lucius’s hands held Harry's hips firmly to keep them from flying up and off the bed. Harry's top half of his body thrashed wildly until he gripped the sheets underneath, but even that didn’t stop Harry's movements. He pulled his fists, along with the balled up sheets, into his mouth to prevent himself from screaming. Harry didn’t release how close he was to an orgasm until it hit him full force.

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Lucius’s mouth remained on Harry's cock, waiting for him to finally come down from his orgasmic high. When he was sure Harry was relaxed enough, he released his hold and gave Harry's cock one final lick before crawling up Harry's body. He smiled, watching Harry's parted lips quiver and the way his eyes were lazily half-closed.

Lucius had sincerely regretted treating Harry the way he had done in the shower, and it was simply heartbreaking to see the fear in his young lover’s eyes, but he had no choice. He had to. He had to make Harry understand just what would have been in store for him if their relationship would have changed that drastically. Lucius didn’t want it to happen, and he was absolutely shocked – and appalled – that Harry did. Lucius tried to convince himself that it wasn’t true when he saw it in Harry’s mind, but he knew it was a lie. He saw what he saw.

Harry wanted to be Lucius’s slave.

Lucius remained calm after seeing it, and was glad that he had arranged for Harry to have two of him because hopefully, it would remind Harry exactly what he would be missing out on if things changed. After their session had ended, Lucius tried to figure out what had happened recently that would have influenced Harry to want to change their roles permanently, but nothing out of the ordinary came to mind. He shook his head and prayed that Harry wouldn’t speak of this again.

He watched with a smile as Harry rolled out of bed and then stumbled to the loo. Obviously, Lucius was getting better at blow jobs and he mentally patted himself on the back. He strolled over to Harry, stood behind him and wrapped his arms around him. Harry leaned back and grinned crookedly. Lucius almost laughed.

“Come on. It’s getting late,” Lucius whispered.

Harry hummed in agreement, but then groaned pathetically when Lucius moved away. The blond smacked him on his bum, shaking his head.

“I despise being late, you know that, Harry.”

Harry sighed and nodded. He lifted the toilet lid and Lucius turned and began to get dressed. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling up his socks, when Harry stepped back into the room.

“Lucius?”

“Hmm?” Lucius answered, not looking over to him.

“Can we…?”

There was a pause.

“What is it, Harry?” Lucius asked, paying attention to him tying his shoes.

Lucius could hear Harry take a deep breath.

“I really would like to do that and I know what the consequences would be and I wouldn’t mind unless you would but I didn’t think you would mind so I really would like to try it,” Harry said, rushing out his words.

Lucius’s breath caught in his throat, unbelieving what he had just heard. Harry still wanted to go through with it! He gradually looked over to Harry, who was nervously wringing his hands together. Lucius rose to his feet slowly, staring at Harry's wide and unsure eyes. Lucius finally managed to breathe, but his chest was heaving hard from anger.

“What did you just say?” Lucius asked evenly.

Harry winced, apparently regretting ever bringing this topic up.

“I…”

“You did not ask me what I think you did,” Lucius began and his voice started to rise louder with every word. “And I cannot believe you would even mention that again, and I sure as fuck do not want to hear it!”

Harry flinched at the blond’s profanity because it was rare that Lucius swore.

“Lucius, I…”

“NO!” Lucius shouted. “If you are unhappy with the way things are then you had better tell me now before I do something that we will both regret!”

He advanced quickly and Harry instantly held up his arm to stop him.

“Lucius, wait! I didn’t know you would get this angry!”

“And just how did you think I was going to act?” Lucius snapped. “Thrilled that I would lose someone who has been my equal up until now?”

Harry's eyes widened. “WHAT? Lucius, what are you talking about?”

“How long have you wanted this, Harry? From the beginning?”

“No! You don’t understand! That’s not--”

“Have you been lying to me all this time, Harry, waiting until the--”

“Lucius, STOP!” Harry screamed. “Give me a chance to say something!”

Lucius clenched his jaw and waited, his nostrils flaring angrily.

Harry looked relieved that Lucius had stopped, and he took a deep breath, apparently trying to collect his thoughts.

“Lucius,” he began calmly. “I’m not sure why you're so angry, but I--” Harry immediately held up his hand to silence the blond. “Stop, Lucius,” Harry pleaded. “Let me finish.”

Lucius pursed his lips tightly over his teeth.

Harry took another breath and started again. “If I had known you would have been this upset, I wouldn’t have even mentioned it – let alone think about it - but I honestly thought you wouldn’t have mind, knowing it was just a game,” Harry insisted.

Lucius blinked at those words.

Just a game?

Harry looked away and blushed. “I have been thinking about this for a long time now, and I…” Harry paused again, fidgeting with his hands. “Well, I have to admit that I’m kind of scared, but I’m excited, as well.”

Just a game?

“I mean it wouldn’t be all the time. Just, you know, once in a while.” Harry glanced over to Lucius. “Unless you don’t want to.” Harry looked away again and sighed. “I just wanted to try it,” he whispered.

Weighing his words carefully, Lucius asked, “Once in a while?” Harry nodded. “Just a game?” Harry nodded again. “You mean you don’t want to live like that?”

“What? NO! Of course not! Is that what you're so angry about? You thought I wanted to do that permanently?” Harry cried, opening his arms and flinging them in the air, disgusted.

“But I saw the images in your mind, and I--”

Harry laughed, shaking his head. “And here I thought I was the insecure one.”

Lucius’s expression turned dark at that and curled his lips into a displeased frown. Harry, however, ignored it and stepped the few feet that separated them, still shaking his head.

“Honestly, Mr Malfoy,” Harry said, smirking. “I thought you knew me better than that,” he teased.

Harry sighed as long, pale fingers made their way into Harry's hair and he leaned into it. Suddenly, he gasped when his head was yanked back.

“I wouldn’t bait me like that, Mr Potter, if I were you. I may start the game now,” Lucius warned.

Harry's eyebrow rose in a dare. “I look forward to it.”

Lucius countered by raising his eyebrow. He lowered his head down just enough to graze his lips over Harry's. “Perhaps we can begin tonight.”

Harry's eyes closed and moaned. “Oh, God,” he breathed softly.

Lucius smirked as he caressed Harry's growing erection.

“Would you like that, Harry? To be my slave?” Harry groaned louder. “To do what I say when I say it?” Lucius taunted, now barely touching Harry's cock.

“Yesss,” Harry hissed.

“And as my slave, you would be denied orgasms. For hours, Harry,” Lucius murmured. He grabbed Harry's cock and squeezed it tight causing the young man to gasp. “For hours,” he repeated.

Lucius smiled as he saw a tear escape Harry's closed eyes. He knew it was tears of anticipation … and of frustration. He leaned down and licked it.

“And yes, Harry, you will cry. You would want to beg me to stop. Beg me to come, but you can’t. You wouldn’t be permitted to. You wouldn’t be permitted to ask for anything.” Harry groaned again. “And I could do anything I wanted to you,” Lucius purred. “I could make you hump my leg while I stroke myself and then come all over your face.”

“Lucius,” Harry whimpered.

“And you wouldn’t be allowed to taste it.”

Harry squirmed under Lucius’s fist that was still lodged in his hair.

“And I’d fuck you, Harry. Anytime I wanted to. Even whilst you slept on the floor,” he said, smiling as he felt Harry stilled at that image. “Yes, Harry. I’d fuck you whilst you slept. And then the next day I’d go to your office, lock the door, bend you over and fuck you again,” he promised. “Then I would leave, wait till you got home and fuck you yet again. And throughout it all, you still wouldn’t be allowed to come.”

“Lucius,” Harry whinged, his voice lowering considerably.

“Perhaps I’ll have your limp cock confined in a metal cage,” Lucius whispered. “Or perhaps I’ll have it hard and weeping and a painfully tight cock ring will keep it from flagging.”

“Noooo.”

“And if you dared to touch it, Harry, I would thrash your bum until it turned blood red and then fuck you once again until you were raw.”

Harry was beyond excited by now and his hips were thrusting forward violently, demanding contact. But a sudden smack to his cock made him gasp and he snapped open his eyes.

Lucius was leering down at him, smirking evilly. Their eyes locked and Lucius instantly pulled Harry towards him and their mouths latched together hungrily. When they finally separated, they were both panting heavily.

“Tonight,” they both whispered.

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Harry was inspecting himself again in the mirror for the third time. He was so nervous. He had no idea how The Weasleys would react when they learned that Harry's new boyfriend was none other than Lucius Malfoy. He wondered if they would be disappointed in him (especially Ron), or just plain disgusted. And then, of course, there was the matter of their age difference. Would they look upon Lucius as some sort of paedophile?

Suddenly another terrifying thought occurred to Harry. What was Draco going to do when he discovered ‘Harry Potter’ was his father’s lover?

Harry jumped violently when he felt Lucius’s hand on his shoulder.

“Harry,” Lucius whispered. “It will be all right. You’ll see. There's no reason to be so nervous.”

“That’s easy for you to say, you--”

“No, it’s not,” Lucius interrupted. “I have just as many concerns as you do, but they are most certainly different than yours.”

Harry turned around to face him. “Like what?” he asked honestly.

“Well, there’s our age difference for one thing.”

Even though Harry had already thought of that, he quickly said, “They won’t care!”

Lucius smiled warmly and shook his head, apparently at Harry naivety. “If you were older I’m sure it wouldn’t matter to them, but with you being so young--”

“I don’t care!” Harry snapped. “Would people question it if I was a girl?”

Lucius looked like he was thinking it over.

“They wouldn’t, would they?” Harry challenged.

Lucius sighed and looked away.

“Lucius,” Harry said softly and pulled gently on Lucius’s wrists to get his attention. Lucius looked at him out of the corner of his eye. “You are my boyfriend. Mine. And there's nothing anyone could possibly say to me that would change my mind.” He pulled Lucius closer and whispered, “Nothing.”

Lucius caressed Harry's face and then leaned over and slightly touched their lips together.

“And you are mine.”

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“Ron, honestly. Stop pacing. They’ll be here in an hour and pacing won’t make the time go by any faster,” Hermione said, shaking her head.

“Actually, they Fire-Called a moment ago and said they were about ready,” Arthur said, smiling.

“WHAT?” Hermione shrieked. “They’re on their way? Oh my goodness! I have to get ready!”

Ginny giggled and Arthur turned to Molly to laugh with her, but she had run into the kitchen and pots and pans rattled noisily. Ron and Arthur shared an amused look. Suddenly, Ron frowned.

“Dad?” Ron began. “Do you know who he is?”

Arthur simply smiled at his son and walked into the kitchen.

“Dad!”

Just then the fireplace turned bright green and Harry stepped out, brushing the dust off. Molly and Hermione ran back in the sitting room and Arthur followed shortly behind.

“Well? Where is he?” Hermione quickly asked.

Harry gave Arthur a nervous glance. “Um. Well, you see…”

“Harry,” Arthur said soothingly. “They won’t have a problem with it.”

“What? What problem?” Ron asked his dad, who ignored him. He turned back to Harry. “Harry, who is it?”

Hermione smiled warmly at Harry and went over to stroke his arm affectionately.

“It’s all right, Harry,” she whispered. “We’ll like him whoever he is.”

Harry glanced at each of them and they all nodded their agreement. Except Ron, of course. Hermione elbowed him.

“Ron,” she hissed.

“Oh. Right. Right. She’s right. As long as he makes you happy,” Ron responded, nodding.

Harry took a deep breath and then exhaled loudly. He nodded back at Ron and then turned back to the fireplace. He threw some Floo Powder in and his head disappeared for a moment. He turned back around and stuck out his chest proudly.

“I would like you to meet…” Harry began and then the fireplace came alive and a tall man with long, white-blond hair stepped out and stood behind him. “…Lucius Malfoy.”

Molly gasped, Ginny giggled, Arthur smiled and Hermione nodded knowingly.

As for Ron…

He fainted.


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