Something Special About Harry

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Thanks to Keikokin for asking me to write this pairing for her in this situation. Thanks to Tivogirl for the wonderful Beta work and putting up with my ramblings!

Rate it as NC-17 Most Warnings apply

Chapter 2

Lucius sat stroking the raven-haired young man, keeping watch over him and listening for Severus. He quietly contemplated the task ahead of the two older men, torn in his thinking and feelings. On one hand, it was their duty to tell Harry what he needed to know, even though he knew that it would strain whatever relationships they had built previous to tonight. On the other hand, he could not believe what was happening, he knew it was possible but had never dared to dream it would come to pass. He looked to the clock on the mantle and decided he needed to look in on Severus. Trying to ease away from Harry was not going to be possible; when he moved Harry moved and clung that much tighter.

“Harry” He ran his finger across one of the winged eyebrows. “Harry, wake up for me.” He stroked down Harry’s nose and across his lips. Harry’s tongue darted out, just catching the tip of Lucius’ finger. Lucius stiffened in more than one place at the contact. He moved his hand away and pulled Harry up by the shoulders. The sudden change of position brought the younger man to full awake. Looking around, he remembered where and what had happened. “Lucius, Severus?” Lucius chuckled. “Come on, let’s go check on him. It’s been three hours. Did you enjoy your nap?” Harry looked at him and blushed, he had never slept on or with anybody before and he was unsure how to answer that question. Instead, he jumped up and headed for the bedroom. They entered to see Severus just starting to stir and Harry bounded over to the bed, quickly sitting next to Severus. “How are you Professor?” Harry’s voice was barely above a squeak.

Severus looked at the young man and fixed him with a glare designed to chill him to the bone. He wasn’t hurt that bad or if he had been Poppy had already taken care of it so he decided to have some fun. “Well, Potter, after surviving the Marauders I think I should be used to attempted murder to my person in my own quarters. It doesn’t matter that you were so preoccupied; you didn’t know who was in the room with you. I have never seen two people practice tongue twisters quite like that in my life. I thought I was the teacher, but I’m sure you will be able to teach that old dog new tricks.” He looked at Lucius and curled his lip in a sneer. “And you Lucius. You should know better. You knew the chances yet you allowed it.” Lucius bristled at the tone and the implications. Harry looked at Lucius and growled again at Severus, stood and went to Lucius, taking a hand in his in an automatic reaction. “Severus, I’d like to have seen you resist. Let us not forget who saw something building and took off out of the room.”

Lucius looked at his friend and accomplice on the bed. “Severus, if anyone should know better, I would have thought it would have been obvious to you. Now get your ancient carcass out of that bed. We have things to do and explain.” Lucius turned to Harry. “Come Harry, we will go fix the snarky git something to improve his disposition. I was only an eighth of a grade behind his royal ass there. I am quite competent at brewing too. Draco had to get it from me; his mother was only good at brewing up trouble.” They made their way to the sitting room, where Lucius made his way over to the drinks cabinet, poured a glass of Severus’ finest fire whiskey and handed it to Harry. He poured a second and set it on the tray. He looked at Harry who was taking a hesitant drink from the glass. Lucius smirked at the grimace on the young face. He reached out; taking the glass from the trembling fingers turned it so his lips covered the same place as Harry’s had. He took a drink and set the glass down.

Lucius pulled the young man to him, meshing lips. Harry parted his lips in eager anticipation of the experienced tongue from earlier. To Harry’s shock, Lucius let a thin stream of the whiskey he held in his mouth seep into his awaiting one. The young man held still, not sure what to expect next. The blond brought a hand up and ever so gently stroked Harry’s throat, encouraging him to swallow. The raven-haired young man followed the lead and felt the warmed liquid trickle down his throat, warming as it went.
Lucius continued feeding the whiskey to Harry until the last sip, which he swallowed. He then let his tongue glide into the awaiting cavern of the young man’s mouth. The duel began again. Harry could now taste the whiskey on both of them and it drove him on to seek more from the other’s mouth. His tongue slid against Lucius’ and inside the awaiting mouth where he began an exploration of his own.

Neither heard Severus enter the room, nor did they really care. Severus had learned his lesson last time and was not about to touch either of them. Since he had plenty of resources available, he spelled a large pitcher full of ice water above the enraptured couple, turning it upside down on them while he stood in safety on the other side of the room. The cold water did what he anticipated – it broke them apart, causing them to sputter and turn twin evil glares on Severus. He worried now, seeing the malevolent expressions on the two powerful wizards. Lucius looked at Harry then back to Severus. He started across the room towards Severus, pulling a confused Harry behind him. “Out of our way you sadistic bastard. Be prepared when we get back.” Severus stepped out of the way and Lucius continued through his bedroom to the opulent bathroom.

Lucius stopped Harry in front of the sink. “Harry, I’m sorry he’s being an arse wipe. We know he’s not usually like this. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he was jealous, but he knew this would come someday. Now, let’s get dried so we can go back out there and answer some of your questions.” Harry just stood there, still in shock from the first kiss through the iced water. The blond sighed and started undressing himself, still Harry just stood there doing nothing. Lucius placed his shirt on the warming rack to dry, not daring to use a drying spell on the silk shirt. He reached out to Harry and began unbuttoning his silk shirt. He pulled it up out of his pants and continued undoing buttons. When he was done he let his hands ease the shirt open and began the slow travail up the firm, barely hair covered chest to the shoulders. Keeping his hands under the shirt, he began slowly easing it down the shoulder and arms. Harry’s eyes never broke contact with the silver orbs of the older man. Lucius took the shirt in shaking fingers and placed it on another rung of the drying rack and turned back to Harry. “Harry, we have to dry the pants too. Let’s get moving before we catch a chill.” Lucius put his hands down to undo his own. Harry came out of his stupor and closed the distance between them, closing in enough to trap Lucius’ hands between them. Harry moaned, moving his hands on top of Lucius’. “Let me.”

Harry kept constant eye contact with the man in front of him. His hands gently moved the others away, to be replaced by his own on the waistband. He very carefully and slowly undid the top button, letting his hand search for the zipper. Harry was surprised to not find one, so he let his hand look for the next closure, finding another button. Harry undid that one and went in a slow decent to the next one, undoing it and continued down the front of the pants until they were all opened. Lucius stood there, still as a statue as his cock hardened to the consistency of a granite statue. Harry could feel Lucius harden under his hands as he went through the buttons and felt his own respond. He moved his hands away to undo his own and was stopped by a firm grip. “Let me.”

Lucius started on Harry’s button and encountered the zipper. He arched an eyebrow and carefully began moving it down, taking care not to scrape the hardened member causing the bulge under the pants. He finally had them opened after a slow torturous journey for Harry. The former Slytherin spread the waistband, letting it expose the concealed area further down. He put his hands around Harry and began easing the pants down making sure to caress the young tight arse as he went. Lucius began sinking to his knees as he took the pants further down. Once around the ankles, Lucius tapped Harry on the shin, “Lift.” Harry complied and lifted his foot. Lucius slid the shoe off, dragged off the sock and took the first leg of the pants off. He did the same thing with exact precision on the other leg. Lucius let his eyes travel back to their natural position, getting an eyeful of young, hot and hard cock. He placed his hands on the shins in front of him and began to stand, slowly letting his hands feel their way up the shins, over the knees to the Quidditch toned thighs. Lucius spread his fingers to cover more area and both gasped as he feathered his thumbs along the engorged cock, disbelieving it could harden any further until he felt it and then he felt the twitch. The blond continued standing upwards, letting the thumbs smooth over the top of the slowly leaking cock. He was standing upright now and brought Harry closer to him, mouth seeking mouth, letting a hand enclose the straining cock of the young man. His other hand took one of Harry’s and led it to his own confined erection.

Harry stroked Lucius through his pants and wanted to feel more. He began aping the moves Lucius had done to him, complete to the removal of the shoes and socks and back up. Harry only deviated from the pattern when he leaned forward to gently sniff at Lucius’ cock and blond thatch. The sound of the sniffing was enough to cause Lucius to twitch and expand even further. When Harry ran his lips along the length and across the tip, Lucius thought he was dying and on the way to the heavens. He placed a hand on the soft black hair. “Oh gods, Harry, we shouldn’t, not yet.” Harry ignored him and continued tasting him, lapping at the weeping tip, taking in the slightly salty tangy essence of Lucius Malfoy. Harry was driven, he didn’t know what or why he was doing this, but he wanted more. Now. He let his hand gently rub up and down the underside of the shaft while his tongue pressed against the head. He took his other hand and gently moved the cock down until it was standing out straight, straining and begging to be sucked. Harry was flying on pure instinct, never having done anything like this in his life, nor had it ever been done to him. He licked his lips and brought them closer to Lucius, looking up at the groaning man. “Lucius, you have to tell me. I’m new to this.” Harry wet his lips again and stretched his mouth to fit over the head. Lucius groaned when he was encompassed in that eager mouth. “Watch the teeth Harry. Don’t scrape with them or bite. Oh gods, you feel so good.” Harry was encouraged and tried to take more into his mouth, while letting his tongue roam over and under the cock in his mouth. He felt the large member hit the back of his throat and froze. Lucius realized what was happening even through the fog of sensations that was engulfing him. “Harry, oh gods Harry, yes, like that. Now try to swallow and relax your throat muscles.” Harry listened and followed the directions, causing Lucius to cry out in bliss. “Damn, Harry you are great at this. Now, move back, sucking hard at the same time. Then just keep doing that and whatever else you want.” Harry did as he was told, sucking and then began a bobbing action while letting his tongue explore. Lucius wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold out. Knowing he was Harry’s first was just the added stimulus that would send him over the edge in mere seconds. “Harry, gods it’s close. Rub my balls.” Harry brought a hesitant hand up to Lucius sack and gently rubbed his fingers over them. Lucius used every muscle he had to keep from thrusting into the young man working on him so diligently. His free hand made it to the other side of Harry’s head, caressing and holding at the same time. Harry stroked the sack again before taking it in his hand and gently rubbing it together. Lucius felt himself tighten, quicken and rise. “Harry, oh gods, Harry, I’m cumming.” Harry kept up sucking on the man as the first hot stream hit the back of his mouth. Instead of gagging, he began swallowing around the cock, drinking down everything Lucius gave him. Lucius thought he would never stop, it was the best he had ever had and it was all Harry. Harry felt the last twitches of Lucius’ cock and the last bit he had to offer. Harry moved his mouth over him slowly, towards the tip, to make sure he didn’t miss any. When he broke contact, Lucius groaned and slid down to his knees in front of Harry.

Lucius tried to control his breathing but could only gaze at the dream in front of him, still panting. He shuffled closer on his knees and crushed his mouth to the younger one, tasting himself in the mouth. Harry groaned at the erotic thoughts of Lucius tasting himself in his mouth. Lucius heard the groan and pressed closer. Before either realized it, Lucius had Harry on his back on the carpet. He continued kissing the Gryffindor as his hands began an exploration of his own. He found the young pink nipples and tormented them with his hands. He brought his mouth down Harry’s jaw, suckled at his earlobe and down to his neck. The young man’s senses were on overload and he began squirming. “Lucius, oh gods, what do I do?” Lucius froze. He looked down into the trusting and desire enflamed eyes. “You feel harry. Let the sensations take you where they may and trust me to take you to the heavens.” Lucius kissed him again, in a tender kiss and began trailing kisses down Harry again. He reached his chest and placed loving kisses over each nipple. The blond brought one hand up to palm and tease a nipple, while his mouth covered the other and he began laving and sucking it to a hard point. Harry was past coherent thought; he was just a mass of exposed nerves and was trying to take in the sensations. Lucius let his free hand roam to the straining erection. Harry bucked up into the hand and began thrashing around. Lucius switched his mouth to the other nipple and felt Harry growl low in his throat and chest. Lucius knew he was close and worked his way down further. He reached the navel and gently ran his tongue over it before tongue fucking it. Harry nearly doubled up at the feeling and felt his cock readying to explode. ‘Lucius, oh gods, I can’t hold it back.” Lucius heard the frantic cry and moved swiftly. He licked the pre-cum from Harry’s erection and swallowed him whole. Harry let out a gut wrenching cry at the warmth surrounding him as he felt Lucius exploring him with his tongue. Lucius in the meantime, took a hand and gently grasped the testicles and began a gentle rolling motion. It was too much for Harry and he began a wild bucking. Lucius grabbed the hips in his strong hands and held him down. He began sucking harder, swiping faster, rolling the sack faster, and urging Harry on. Harry let out a scream and came harder then he had ever while wanking. Lucius swallowed all that flowed into his mouth and then lovingly cleaned the shrinking cock. Harry sighed and melted into the carpet. Lucius moved up and over his young now lover and kissed him, letting him taste the remnants of himself. The blond moved off to the side and cradled the young man to his chest. Lucius motioned for a towel and covered them both, thinking it was a good thing Severus used the sheet sized towels before they both drifted off to sleep.

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