A Civil Union

Title: A Civil Union, chapter 18
Author: ne'ichan


Benjamin poured us all a brandy when we staggered in to the kitchen hours later. My bow tie was a thing of the past, and Roberts' was askew. Benjamin somehow managed to look every bit as perfectly groomed as when we'd first braved the wedding company. I shook my head, a smile curling at the corner of my mouth.

The reception was just a nightmarish memory, at last. We were married, the officiator had said so. Sputtering a little over the 'husband and husband' pronouncement, but managing, in the end to get the words out. I turned to Potter as we sat there, at the table, in the gradually warming kitchen. He looked stunned, but happy as he swirled his drink in it's snifter.

"I can tell you about the court order now, if you'd like." I said, wanting him to know, not to wanting to keep him in the dark a moment longer.

"Not now," he said in return, leaning forward towards me, placing a finger on my mouth, "not tonight. Tonight I want to be a newly married man, in love with my husband. Nothing else." My heart melted, and I agreed. Whatever he wanted. If it was within my power to give, I'd give it. The explanation could wait.


I undressed with an uncommon awareness of what I was preparing for. I wondered what I should do. Should I strip down to my briefs? Wait for my brand new husband in the nude? Nude with Roberts in the same bed?

I stood next to the big bed, holding my sleeping trousers, unable to decide. Roberts entered my bedroom before Harry. He saw my consternation at once and hurried to my side.

"Just do what you'd do on any other night, Lucius. Put on your pajamas, you can always take them off later." He soothed. He was wearing his usual I noted, and I found it comforting. Good advice I decided. I dragged on my silks, top and bottom, just like always. Tonight my feet looked especially bare.

If Harry and I had shared a bed before tonight the pressure would have been off. I would not be feeling this paralyzed. But we hadn't. Both of us had thought waiting for the wedding night would allow us to develop our relationship more honestly. We thought it would make us more comfortable. And it had, in part. We had become great friends in a very short period of time. But not with this part. Not with the sex.

"Hey." Roberts and I turned to the door. Potter stood there, less than two meters away, smelling fresh scrubbed, the hair around his face a bit damp from his before bed ablutions. He was wearing a horrible set of red and gold Gryffindor plaid flannel pajamas. He was beautiful. "I thought we'd use your bed, it is larger than mine." He said, quietly.

I nodded, and he came further into the room, looking around. He'd not been in here before I realized. I moved to the wall and turned on the overhead light. I didn't use the 'luminos' spell often, I tended to set things on fire when I did. In fact, I could reliably start the kitchen fire with the illumination spell. A little too much magic. Muggle electricity worked just fine for such simple things. And was less risky.

Harry looked around until his eyes came to rest on me. Then he reached out and shut the overhead off. We were left with the low, golden glow of the lighting from the beside lamp. The three of us, standing next to the bed. Harry kept his deep green eyes fastened on mine. Then he began to unbutton his top.

"Get in bed, gentlemen, just as you are," he told us. "I am not in the mood to wait all night." His top fell to the floor. Roberts looked at me, and I looked at him. We both tumbled into the bed. I heard someone's throat clear, and I saw Benjamin in the doorway, head shyly to one side.

"I just came to say goodnight, Sir." He said, his voice more subdued than I'd heard in a long while. His amber eyes were suspiciously shiny. He looked...lonely.

"You, too, Benjie." Harry ordered before I could return my Companion's good night wish. "In the bed. Hurry up." He gave Benjamin's sleeve a little tug. And then there were three of us, all in the bed, gaping, waiting for him.

"Let's start out with something simple, cause I am not up to anything too complicated if you don't mind." Potter said as he crawled up into the bed from the foot. I saw his cheeks were tinged with a blush. I flashed on what he might mean by complicated. I was sporting my own blush, then. Hmmm. Well. Yes, best wait for anything...complicated.

I was plastered securely against Roberts, he at my back, upper hand on my hip, firm grip. This was going to be the last place and time I allowed any accidents to happen. Harry lay right up against me, with Benjamin behind him as he faced me. He snuggled in close, and my arms moved to hold onto him.

Oh, ghod. It was perfect. Holding him. Feeling him breathe against my chest. Being able to bury my nose in his curls, inhale the special scent that was Harry, clean and natural. I stroked a finger through his hair. I found his ear, circled it with the tip of my finger, tugged on his lobe, before sinking all the fingers of that hand into his mop of hair so I was holding his head in my palm. I kissed the top of his head, his temple, his ear, massaging his scalp with my fingers. He moaned.

My skin tried to crawl off my body at that sound. Every nerve I had went on alert. And all my blood was...down there. He wiggled against me, pulling back to look at me. He grinned. "Lucius." He said, in that tone that said everything.

I leaned back harder into Roberts, hardly noticing he was there. I put a hand under Harry's bottom and lifted him up. It brought our mouths to a level.

I brushed his lips with mine. Soft. Gentle. And again, stopping to press, feel the wet line of his lips where they were parted a fraction, where the moisture stuck us together a bit.

Softer. Nibbling. Lingering. Pulling his bottom lip into my mouth, sucking on it. Laving it with my tongue to soothe it. Tasting him. I turned my head to fit our mouths together.

His tongue tangled with mine, licking, tiny sweet touches, lapping at me. His upper leg wound itself over my hip, knee sliding along my flank. He pushed closer to me. He was hard, his body trembling, seeking to be all the nearer. My hand cupped his rear, pulled him in. Pressed him tight, his erection on my belly.

He moaned again. Low, deep, needy, aching. He moved against me. My erection caught the downward motion of his body, rode up along the inside of his thigh. I hissed at the contact, and he dragged his mouth away. His hands fumbled at my pants.

"Off, down, out of the way, now, now, now," he muttered. I had them down around my knees in an instant. He took care of his own, tugged them off to hang by one ankle. He was bare, his skin next to mine. Silk, satin. So smooth.

My hands roamed over him, both hands, holding his buttocks, fingers finding the dimples, full of those hot rounded curves. He shivered. He bit my chest above the top, I hissed at the sensation, his sharp teeth on my skin. He grabbed my waist. Moved. Sliding against me, one hand slipped down, and he was holding me, tight in his grasp.

"Harry," I managed to get out. I was going to explode. He slid his hand up and down, whimpered at the surge my body gave in response. He straddled me. Our cocks together, held in both his hands. He swayed his hips making his cock slide along mine.

My head fell back. I let out a helpless groan. He echoed me, and I looked up, his eyes were bright, his face pink, his mouth open, panting, he looked into my eyes, his own wide, and he moaned. I shuddered under that look, hearing that sound from him.

"Luc!" He keened, "I can't...." and he came. All over me, his hands, my prick, in hot surges, flooding my stomach. It was the last bit I needed, every muscle in my pelvis seized up. I released, my body rigid as I did. Long exquisite pulses of pleasure. Jets of moisture, splattering between us. His spasms of breath on my chest as he collapsed forward onto me. Letting out little moans, over and over. Ghod. I lay limp. Utterly helpless to move. I had never felt a release like that. Sudden. Tearingly intense.

I slowly came back to myself, Harry glued to me in more ways than one, content. I shifted and felt the unmistakable length of an erection pressing into my hip from behind. I went still. My eyes popped open. I saw Benjamin lying unnaturally still, his face buried into a pillow, his knees raised to conceal his groin. Harry's bottom was pressed to him while he drowsed.

"Sorry, sir." Roberts strangled voice reached me, diverting me from watching Benjamin, reminding me who's erection was against my bum. "I didn't expect..." He cleared his throat, without notable success. "Not what I expected." He wheezed.

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