Fornicating with the Enemy

Harry stood with his arms crossed and a cigarette hanging limply between his thumb and finger, he braced himself against the chilling breeze as he stood in front of the large open windows in a pair of sleeping pants and a simple three quarter length dressing gown.

His sloping shoulders, sinewy arms and chest were covered in a light brush of goose-bumps as the night air caused the dressing gown to flutter behind him, the tails playing like naughty children.

He shivered and took another drag of the cigarette which burned surprisingly bright in the pitch blackness of the room and the evening.

There was no full moon tonight, but it was close to three quarters and would explain how Remus had found them, his sense of smell tripled, quadrupled even the closer the moon got to being full.

The wind howled in the distance, weaving in and out of the London homes, business buildings and parks. To any other person it would seem like a beast rearing up for an attack but for Harry it was soothing, he stepped up on the ledge and relaxed swaying with the wind, letting it wrap around him like a safety net.

Harry almost felt that if he jumped somehow he wouldn’t fall but would be encased in the freedom that was waiting for him to lay claim to.

The wind brushed his skin lovely with cooling hands as the evening descended into the pure hours of the night where everyone is safe and privacy is not invaded.

The most secret hours of the night.

“You are most beautiful when at peace like this,” he heard Lucius’ low tones behind him, but still did not turn to face him, enjoying the winds company too much.

“And we really should give these up, personally I blame you for introducing these ‘death sticks’ to me,” Lucius lent against the windows edge and took one of the cigarettes from the packed on Harry’s beside table, he lit it with the muggle lighter next to the packet.

“How do you do that,” the blond gestured taking and drag from the ‘death stick’ he had named so affectionately.

“I’ve seen you do it a few times. What are you doing exactly?” he was as curious as anyone would be, it was definitely unique, you don’t see someone playing with the wind like a younger sibling every day did you?

“What do you mean?” Harry flickered away the end of the cigarette watching the bright end fall into the shadowed garden before he turned to face his lover with a look of confusion. “I’m not doing anything.”

“Harry, I can assure you that whatever your doing it not nothing,” Lucius looked into his deep green eyes and his own widened slightly as he took a slight step back.

“Go look in the mirror,” he sounded breathless with…fear?

Harry rolled his eyes and stepped down from the windows ledge and strolled over to the full length mirror, his eyes widening comically and he squinted before reopening them fully and sighing with a look of distaste.

“They’re pink,” he said stonily and pouted before turning back to Lucius who stared at him with raised eyebrows and then he turned back to his reflection. “Now they’re blue, green, pink and…red?” he gave his refection a funny look, blinking rapidly before sighing as they reverted back to their normal emerald green.

Harry squinted one last time before shrugging and walking back to Lucius, or more importantly the cigarettes, Lucius grabbed his arms and turned Harry to face him.

He tilted Harry’s face up to look him in the eyes. At 6ft2 it was hard to look anyone directly in the eye without looking down on them and with Harry’s petit-ness for a man at 5ft8; it gave Lucius an excuse to touch him again.

Lucius ran his thumb over Harry’s soft pastel pink lips looking intensely into his verdant eyes all the while.

Harry did nothing but stare back as his blond lover plucked the packet of smokes from his grasp and threw them back on the bedside table.

Lucius took another drag on the cigarette he was still smoking before chucking the half finished ‘death stick’ out of the window.

Harry opened him mouth to say something as his eyes followed the smoke trail from the wasted cigarette when the blond gripped his chin a little more tightly and brought their lips together sharing the smoke he had inhaled with his younger lover who took it down.

Harry moaned lightly as Lucius nipped at his lips, smoke escaping from there lips as he pressed himself bodily up against the democratic man who was wearing a black button down shirt with a charcoal silver silk waist coat, black slacks and a belt that Harry quickly made work of as he pulled it out from Lucius’ trousers.

Lucius slid the light dressing gown Harry was wearing off his shoulders and they let it pool at their feet, causing Harry to shiver as Lucius and the wind combined caressed his skin. Lucius’ touch electrifyingly hot, the wind’s icy cold.

Harry’s hands felt their way up his lovers clothed muscular arms and threaded them through his long blond platinum locks, twisting them tightly and bringing Lucius’ teasing mouth into full contact with his own, biting his top lip in retaliation for keeping him waiting.

Lucius’ fingers trailer over the elastic of the sleeping pants Harry wore and he slipped his hands under them, pleased that Harry was naked underneath as he cupped his buttocks and massaged his gorgeous bum cheeks, Harry moaned slightly louder into his still teasing mouth as Lucius swallowed down the delicious sounds with practised ease.

He pushed the sleep pants off of Harry’s hips and let them fall around his ankles as he continued to run his hands over his bottom, thighs and back, causing Harry to arch into him under the light tracing of finger nails and clutch the man tighter to him.

The nearly full moon was covered suddenly and Harry grew more frantic to have Lucius within him again and he ran his right foot up the man’s calf sensuously.

Lucius took the sign and walked Harry back against the window ledge where he lifted Harry up and sat him down on the tall window seat and stood between his legs never breaking the kiss.

Harry pulled away and looked at Lucius with loving eyes, the moonlight spilled around them again and he smiled softly at the older man as he stood above him like a god.

Lucius cupped Harry’s head and let his rest it on his sturdy chest. They breathed.

“I love you,” it was a whisper amongst the stirring winds around them but it filled Lucius’ once lonely heart with perfect happiness and he ran his fingers through his young lover hair, enjoying his company far more than he ever had anyone else’s.

“Let’s go to bed Harry,” he offered his hand to the teen that wrinkled his nose at him and pushed the hand away with a smile as Lucius laughed aloud.

Lucius unbuttoned his waist coat, shirt and slacks, placing them in the chair by the desk in the corner of the room and removed his boots and socks as Harry stood once more at the window looking out into the night, getting his fill of fresh air.

Lucius turned to Harry and held his hand out again to him and after closing the window to half open he took the offered hand and allowed the tall blond to pull him into the bed with him.

Harry settled himself underneath Lucius as he laid him on the soft white sheets.

Harry traced his fingers over the man’s features.

Silver mercury eyes, defined cheeks and sensuous lips that could play like Sin could only dream of.

Slow kissing ensued between; lips caressing each others as Lucius cradled Harry between his powerful thighs, his free long hair creating a curtain around their faces, blocking them from the wondering eyes of the night as passion built around them like a scorching fire.

They manoeuvred so that Lucius sat between Harry’s parted legs which were slowly rubbing against his thighs.

Harry’s puffed little sighs against his ear as he kissed from his lips, down his chin to his neck and felt Harry’s breathing hitch and his calves beginning to quicken there speed down the length of his leg.

Lucius sucked softly and then harder on the flesh under his lips, Harry’s legs clung around his waist as the man marked him with a bright red love bite, his breathing quickening.

He kissed his way back to Harry’s lips and sat up after another kiss, offering his fingers to the youth who took them straight into his mouth without complaint and moaned around them as Lucius watched his reaction when he brushed the pad of his thumb over his hardened nipple, partly because of him, partly because of the cool breeze that still lingered.

He re-replaced his fingers with his lips and placed the wet fingers at Harry’s rosebud entrance kissing him strongly with exploring tongue as he pushed two digits into his youthful lover, twisting and searching.

Harry gasped into his mouth and his eyes fluttered shut in ecstasy as the man he loved hit that place in him that made him see stars.

“Oh gods, Lucius please,” he swallowed roughly and he clutched than man to him, the blond kissing his neck as he prepared him thoroughly, Harry calling out the explicit things he wanted his lover to do to him.

“Are you ready for me love,” Lucius’ voice rough and a little horse from watching his beloved thrash about like a whore in heat the raunchiest things spewing from his perfectly rogued mouth.

“Oh god, oh Lucius, please, Lucius please,” he was almost incoherent in his pleasure and his breathless sighs and cries moaned into Lucius’ ear made him happy to know that no one else had ever arisen such a desire in his lover before.

And never would if Lucius had his way.

Lucius entered him not slowly and not fast, but enough to satisfy them both at once. Lucius and Harry both buried there faces in each others necks, crying out and they clung to one another desperately.

Harry quivered underneath him, once again breathless that evening but he was not alone in that predicament.

Lucius had a hard time recapturing his own breath and once he and Harry both had, he kissed his Harry’s lips gently, no more teasing just soothing love.

Harry arched his back, eyes squeezed shut and cried out loudly as his blond lover pulled all the way back out and pushed back in to the hilt.

“Oh god LUCIUS!” his eyes rolled back into his head as the man thrust in him again, causing them both to call out there pleasure, heat coiled in both lower belly’s.

“God I love you too,” Lucius mumbled into his ear as Harry bit his earlobe and fisted his hair and once more pulled them closer together, rocking together throughout the night.


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