A Civil Union

Title: A Civil Union, chapter 19


When I woke I was the only one left in the big bed. I fumbled at the top of the beside table and found my glasses. I peered over at the clock after seating the spectacles on the end of my nose. 10 a.m.. I sat up, mild panic flooding through my veins. I never slept in so late! The office would be open, without me. I wondered why Benjamin and Roberts had not wakened me. One foot rammed into my slippers, the other foot searching the floor for the errant one.

Then it hit me.

I was married. I had today off. There was nothing I had to do. I could spend the entire day with my new husband. A smile spread across my face.

Then I remembered a little bit more.

Roberts' face was stricken when his eyes met mine. His face was flaming red, his body pressed to mine told me why. We lay looking at each other. I wondered what the hell to do. It was very plain he was asking himself the same.

"You can...uhm, take care of it if you like." I said in a relatively calm voice.

He looked as if I had suggested he perform nude in the public square. OK. One idea shot down. Next idea. This man was one of my best friends. He had just lain awake and listened, and probably watched Potter and me making love. He'd be here again in the future when it happened. This was not going to go away.

'So, Mr.Malfoy,' I thought to myself. 'How are you going to handle it?'

Miriam Destry's chirping lectures rode to the rescue. Communicate. Make it better Malfoy. Fix it. I cleared my throat.

"Benjamin. Are you in any fit state to see to Potter?" I asked, barely whispering the question. Harry was spread drowsily on top of me, warm and heavy and wonderful.

"Sir," he sounded as if he was strangling. "Yes, sir."

Ah. So Benjamin was no better off than Tobias. But he gamely reached out and slid careful arms around Harry.

I relinquished my hold on my new husband, and let my auror take him gently into his arms. Then I bravely turned back to Roberts. One problem at a time.

"Tobias." I began. Then I ran out of words. Hmmm. So much for Madam Destry's advice. Well there was more than one way to communicate. I reached out an pulled Roberts closer to me. I allowed our lips to meet, the kiss was very different from the one Harry and I had shared. I felt a rush of profound relief. Harry was special. He was The One.

Roberts let me kiss him, and it was nice enough, I felt the fine trembling that seized his body now that I held him in my arms. I let my hands roam his back and flank, soothing him as I brought our bodies nearer. At that point instinct began to overwhelm Roberts' embarrassment. We moved together.

I held his face to my shoulder, his breath coming harsh onto my bare skin, his moans cutting through my satiation, reviving my own arousal. I let one hand wander down to cup his powerful buttocks. Different, very different from the far more delicate frame of Harry's body, but good. Hmmm.

My hand wandered to his groin, into his elastic waisted pants. His erection was large, hot, heavy. His response was a half voiced cry smothered against my collar bone. I moved my hand, stroking him. His hand came to rest on top of my own renewed erection. He cupped my testicles, ran his palm over my stiffness. Good. Oh, yes.

I touched him, stroked him, and tried not to think too hard. Was this going to be OK? I heard his moans, panted against my ear, felt the hot breath gust out on my cheek. He let out a keening cry. And that was all he needed. He soaked the front of his pants, I felt the pulsing jets. I held him, comforting him, letting his breathing ease, return to normal.

I jumped when I felt the body move up behind me. Bodies. One was small, one large. Benjamin's big hands, and Potter's smaller ones. They grabbed hold of me, Harry crawling up my back until he was wrapped around me, like an octopus. His nose rubbing my ear.

"Lucius." He breathed, "Oh, Luc. I love you. Don't stop. Please don't stop." Harry pushed tighter against my back, he was fully hard. The small whimper in his voice did things to me, thrilled through me, my hand convulsed on Roberts, who had already spent. He hissed at the too intense stimulation and I moved my hand away.

Benjamin's murmur didn't carry as far as my ears. Harry gave a panted response. He turned and faced Benjamin. Harry's back pressed full length along my side. I knew it when he wrapped himself around Benjamin, and began to kiss him, small kisses. I heard the wet joining and parting of their lips.

"It's alright, Benji." Harry said. One of the times he pulled away. I reached out a lazy hand and laid it over his hip. He was moving, sliding tightly, rubbing Benjamin's arousal against his belly.

Just the sound of his voice, the unsteady heat in it, drove me on, I was not uncertain any longer. I pushed until Roberts was over on his back and behind me and I turned to face Harry. Harry's hand stole up to grasp a handful of Benjamin's dark hair. He kissed him, deep and strong. He pulled back, as I traced their mouths with the very tips of my fingers. Harry sucked them into the wet heat of his mouth. Teased them with his agile tongue.

Benjamin appeared over his shoulder, and Harry tilted his head back, dropping his kisses to the bigger man's throat, closing his eyes. The long line of his strong throat sent another thrill through me. The sound that he let out was far beyond the sight of him. My body surged, Benjamin cried out.

Harry rode Benjamin's body, quick and hard. Harry had two handfuls of his hair, and his face buried between Benjamin's shoulder and neck, at the point they joined. Benjamin's head was arched back, laying on the pillow behind him, and Harry was sucking the exposed flesh. I buried my face in the back of Harry's neck. He was nibbling and licking Benji, his body heaving rhythmically against the older man. Harry was moaning and Benjamin was crying out.

"Oh, oh." And he stiffened, while Harry purred.

Now it was morning.

When I convinced myself there was no way I could stay in the bedroom any longer despite my sudden and profound shyness, I got up and wandered into the kitchen. I dreaded seeing my aurors, what would they think after last night? My feet wanted to drag, but I was a Malfoy, and I forced myself to walk as briskly as I normally would.

I saw Benjamin first, at the counter, in pressed trousers, white shirt, highly polished shoes, and his crisp pink, liberally ruffled apron. He glanced up and met my eyes without flinching, his face lighting up. He smiled, and poured a cup of tea from the brewing pot. I took my usual seat.

"Good morning, sir." Tobias greeted me, spooning oatmeal. He seemed calm and so very normal. His hair was still wet, slicked back, his tie loose around his neck, waiting until after breakfast to be tied. Benjamin set the tea in front of me, prepared as perfectly as it was everyday. He set another bowl of oats and raisins in front of me. Brown sugar sprinkled the top, and cream floated around the whorls. My mouth began to water.

Harry bounced in waving a copy of Witches' Weekly. He kissed my cheek. I felt warm all over, and a silly grin decorated my face.

"Luc, you have to read this!" He giggled, setting the rag down in front of me. I peered at it through my glasses. He tapped the front page story, above the fold.

It was the exclusive story of our wedding. I skimmed the first paragraph then slowed down. I didn't recall any of the events happening quite like that. I finished the story, humphing through it, and was about to set it aside, when Harry picked it up unfolded it and spread it flat. He tapped the lower half of the front page. His face was beaming with a wicked glee.

I turned my attention with difficulty from his lovely face to the paper.

"HARRY POTTER AND LUCIUS MALFOY TO BE SPOKESMEN FOR PEACE TREATY"

I frowned. The second story was worse than the header. I frowned harder. Harry laughed. I looked up, and around at the men in the kitchen. Benjamin rewarmed my tea, nudged the dish of fresh lemon wedges nearer. Roberts leaned back in his chair, relaxed, hands folded on his belly, stretching out his long legs. Our feet, each clad in our slippers, tangled in each others, perfectly comfortably, skin brushing skin. I stirred my oatmeal. It struck me that though things had changed, the important things were still the same.

I crossed my ankles, returned to the preposterous tale, and happily sipped my tea. Harry's toes ran lazily up the back of my calf. I was humming. Utterly content.


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