Secrets In Lace

Title: Secrets In Lace 3/3
Author: Annika von Rammstein
Pairing: HP/LM
Summary: A/U I suppose... Harry has a secret fetish, and finds the perfect partner to share it with...
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Contains m/m sex, underage sex, cross-dressing, fetishism, implied incest
Spoilers: Possibly books 1-4
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, no profit, don't sue!

Trembling just a little, Harry stepped from the tub when Lucius did, and allowed himself to be enveloped in a huge black bath towel. He instantly felt dry all over - a magical towel, obviously. Lucius, likewise towel-draped, opened a door on the other side of the room and invited Harry to step through. This bathroom must be an ensuite to the master bedroom, Harry thought as Lucius led him into the grandest chamber yet. This was where Lucius Malfoy slept, and entertained his lovers.

Although Harry felt more relaxed around Lucius after the bath, he was still apprehensive. His desire for the older man was almost at a fever pitch, but Harry wasn't yet sure he trusted Lucius or believed the blond's declaration of love. Harry didn't think Lucius intended to kill him, and if the Death Eater's intention had been to lure Harry to Malfoy Manor and hand him over to Voldemort, surely he'd have done it by now. However, Harry wouldn't put it past a man like Lucius Malfoy to put him under a spell or under the influence of some potion or drug, then coerce him into sexual acts that he wasn't ready or willing for. Harry didn't exactly fancy being tied up and flogged, for example - at least, not at this early stage of his sexual experience.

Lucius walked over to a nearby shelf and poured something from a decanter into a crystal glass, handing it to Harry. Seeing the boy's doubtful expression, he chuckled warmly. "Just some Ogden's Old Firewhiskey, my dear Harry, to calm your nerves. I'll have a drop myself, just to prove that it's all right..." Lucius poured himself a glass of the liquor and drank it. Seeing this, Harry took a sip, then another, feeling grateful for the powerful warmth that spread over his body. At last, Harry allowed his eyes to stray around the room and get a good look at his surroundings.

This bedchamber was magnificent - Harry was almost ankle-deep in the plush carpet and thick fur rugs. On the walls hung many moving wizard portraits and many fine works from famous Muggle artists. Several Grecian or Roman marble statues stood along the walls, all male nudes. The luxurious four-poster bed was the centrepiece; draped in satin, silk and velvet, it looked large and comfortable enough to accommodate more than two people.

But it wasn't all this grandeur that caught Harry's attention and made him gasp. He found himself staring at a moving photograph on Lucius' nightstand, in an elaborate silver and jade frame. It was of two boys in Hogwarts uniforms, who seemed about fourteen or fifteen years of age. One was blond and the other dark - for a moment, Harry thought the blond boy was Draco Malfoy, but then he realised that the features were slightly different, and instead of having short, slicked-back hair, this boy had long hair tied up with a black velvet band. This was obviously Lucius as a youngster. He and the dark-haired boy had their arms around each other, laughing, behaving affectionately to one another. As Harry watched, stunned, the blond youth stroked the dark one's face with slender white fingers and pulled him into a passionate kiss. Harry instinctively recognised the black-haired youth in the picture - that was a face he had seen many times in the wizard photo album Hagrid had given him in his first year. A face uncannily resembling his own...

The second boy was Harry's own father, James Potter.

"That picture was taken in our fourth year by your father's best friend, Sirius Black," Lucius said softly, noticing the look on Harry's face. "He was the only one who knew about us. We could trust nobody else - there would have been absolute hell to pay if word got out that a Gryffindor was seeing a Slytherin. It was strange how James and I were drawn together - rivals on the Quidditch pitch, belonging to opposing houses, and we both had radically different ideas on the purity of blood issue - but there it was, like a force of nature... we were madly, hopelessly in love. It lasted until we left Hogwarts, and ended explosively when I became a Death Eater, something that James found utterly repugnant. He rushed off and married Lily Evans before he even calmed down. I was heartbroken of course - but I survived, as always. I married my childhood friend Narcissa, we had our precious Draco, and I found other beautiful young men to bed... including the son of the man I loved, who far surpasses his father in every way. Sweet as James was, he never cared for the more unusual forms of lovemaking... he wasn't like you or I, my dear Harry."

Placing his glass back on the shelf, Lucius dropped his towel to the floor and moved towards Harry, embracing him tightly, kissing him wildly. Harry couldn't help but respond, abandoning his own glass and allowing himself to open to the current of desire that flowed between both wizards.

"Enough nostalgia, beautiful boy," Lucius whispered. He took Harry's hand and guided it along the thick, swollen cock that stood erect and glistening between the older man's muscular thighs. "You can see how much I'm aching for you... longing to see how glorious you'll look dressed in - these."

Lucius turned and indicated several items of lacy clothing that lay upon the elegant black velvet bedspread. Not the teddy that Harry had tried on at Madam Malkin's, but an ensemble that was strikingly similar. There was a green silk camisole adorned with silver frills, matching G-string panties that tied with delicate silver bows at the sides, and sheer black stay-up stockings with lace-covered elastic tops. Not only that, but beside the bed lay a pair of silver high-heeled strapless shoes, the same moon-tinted silver as the lace on the undergarments. Harry drew his breath in sharply at the loveliness of all these soft things, and his cock throbbed harder than ever.

"Put them on, Harry," Lucius said, his voice gentle but with an undertone of command. Excited by the gaze of the Slytherin upon him, Harry began to comply, his hands shaking a little, but he lost his fear completely when he felt the sleek material against his heated flesh.

First the stockings were rolled up Harry's slim but sturdy young legs, the elastic snapping into place when it touched his shapely thighs. Then the panties were slipped on and tied into place by the silvery ribbons. No male briefs were barring the way of the feminine apparel this time, and Harry nearly came right then at the exquisite sensation of silky smoothness cradling his cock and balls. He donned the camisole next, its sensual fabric warming his skin delightfully, a perfect fit. Lastly Harry slid his feet into the shoes, and took a few tentative steps in them. The glamorous footwear must have been enchanted, because instead of stumbling about as he undoubtedly would have had he tried on a pair of Muggle women's shoes, Harry found himself moving as gracefully as a model on a catwalk, his hips and buttocks undulating in a sexy, seductive motion.

"By Merlin, you are most beautiful," he heard Lucius whisper, and Harry looked over at the older wizard, eyes shining, and replied, "So are you, Lucius."

And indeed, Lucius now looked more gorgeous than ever, having now donned a brilliant robe of scarlet satin. He had not fastened the belt at the robe's waist and it fell open, alluringly exposing most of the Slytherin's finely toned frame. Lucius was more desirable than any fantasy, his body almost entirely devoid of hair except, of course, for the lush tresses on his head.

"I love the way you move in those shoes, Harry Potter," Lucius crooned, his voice thick as honey, his passion evident from his hard cock and burning eyes. Lucius picked up his wand from a special alcove and murmured a spell; the room was suddenly filled with strains of lilting music. "Dance for me, Harry - for now I am your Gryffindor lord in my red robes, and you are my little Slytherin slut all dressed in green... I want to see how enticing you can be."

Harry felt himself beginning to sway to the music, surrendering to it; closing his eyes, he felt its rhythm tingling beneath his skin, and heard a low purr of approval from Lucius. Harry danced closer and closer to the bed; slowly opening his eyes, he caught a glimpse of himself in a nearby gilt-framed mirror, which actually had the nerve to give a soft wolf-whistle. He hardly recognised himself - it was as if he had become some unearthly beauty, some androgynous being made exclusively for Lucius' pleasure. The music, the frilly garments, the passion in his blood almost sent Harry over the edge. He felt different from when he first came to the Manor; he felt empowered, lust-driven, wanton, becoming the seducer instead of the prey - longing to give himself without restraint to the handsome man in red who watched him raptly. Smiling, Harry sank down beside Lucius on the bed, wrapping his arms around the older man, kissing his face, his neck, down over his chest and murmuring, "I want you, Lucius. I want you to fuck me... make me yours, my silver-eyed serpent. I want to belong to you tonight, to feel you all the way inside me..." His fingers entwined in the blond wizard's hair, and their lips and tongues met in a soul-deep kiss.

Harry felt Lucius' skilled hands softly undoing the ribbons of his G-string panties; then, naked below the waist, Harry was laid gently down on his back and Lucius' hot, wet, sensuous mouth was wrapped around Harry's cock. Harry moaned ecstatically as Lucius sucked him, flickering his serpentine tongue on the younger man's needing hardness, covering all of it in warmth and taking it as far into his throat as he could. Harry was almost sobbing from the bliss of it - this was more than incredible, it was completely mind-blowing. Even more rapturous was when Lucius turned his delightfully wicked mouth to Harry's other sensitive places, sucking on the youth's balls and tonguing his entrance, licking all around the sweet, tight puckered hole before pushing his tongue-tip as deep in as he could. Harry was shaking all over, gripping the coverlet and sobbing Lucius' name; his cockhead was dripping wet and he spread his legs as far as they could go, allowing Lucius to kiss and touch and caress everywhere with that exquisite mouth.

"You're the most luscious little morsel," Lucius breathed as he moved upwards from Harry's ass, nipping and lapping at the boy's inner thighs, a delicious torture. " Such a desirable age you're at - no longer a child, but not quite a man...you're my sweet, decadent little faun... all mine, to do as I want with. I could make you come like this Harry - I know I could. I can see it in your lovely green eyes... but you're not coming yet, my beauty. Not until I'm fucking you. Ramming my cock up into you...do you want that now, Harry? Do you want it enough to beg me for it, lover?"
"Y-yes," Harry stammered, knowing he wouldn't be able to control himself much longer. "Please, Lucius, I beg you, fuck me now!"

Harry's cry of submission almost completely undid the older man. Lying down beside Harry, Lucius reached for his wand and performed a quick lubrication charm. Then he put his hands over Harry's hips and lifted the boy so he was sitting astride Lucius.
"This is how we'll do it, Harry - I want to see you. To see all of you, my delectable girl-boy, wearing your pretty clothes of silk and lace..." Lucius hissed. Panting with sheer animal need, Lucius parted the boy's perfect ass-cheeks and positioned his rigid, seeping member against Harry's entrance. Taking care not to hurt the boy, Lucius slowly but deliberately thrust all the way up inside Harry's slick, hot channel.

Harry whimpered a little as Lucius showed him how to move, to find his rhythm and ride the older wizard's cock. It hurt a little, but the desire that Harry felt nullified all pain, especially as he felt the massive hardness of Lucius moving against the special sweet spot deep within Harry. In and out that huge cock moved, stretching and filling the boy with every delectable thrust, opening him to Lucius and at the same time tightening him like a hot velvet glove around the blond Slytherin. They fit together so perfectly, as if they were made to be like this... it was almost unbearably delicious, the friction, the heat, the wetness, the agony and pleasure as the strong fingers of Lucius reached under Harry's camisole and began to pinch and twist his nipples. It was all too much delightful torment all at once, and Harry came, his face twisted in rapture. His climax triggered that of Lucius, and to see the glorious, powerful, beautiful wizard beneath him losing control was the most exciting vision of Harry's young life...

It was over far too soon. Harry would have loved to have stayed and be held in Lucius' arms, but it would be dawn soon and he had to be back at the Weasleys' before he was missed. Luckily he made it back through the Floo network before anyone else was awake at the Burrow, and he was able to crawl back into bed unnoticed. Harry was sorry the night was over, but he was happy. Lucius definitely wanted him again - he had whispered before Harry left that there would be many more pretty, frilly things for Harry to try on next time.

Harry couldn't get to sleep in his bed back in Ron's room, though. He wanted Lucius, he adored Lucius, but wasn't quite sure if he trusted him enough yet to fall head over heels in love. Maybe Lucius only thought of him as a plaything, or a substitute for his father... but Harry had plenty of time to find out, and there was plenty of fun to be had in the meantime.

Harry wasn't the only one lying awake. At Malfoy Manor, Lucius too lay sleepless in his grand bed, thinking of Harry and what they had said to each other. Particularly how Lucius had said he could love Harry... the handsome blond had often said that to pretty boys; it was a mere blandishment to woo them and win their favours. But with Harry, he had meant it - and not just because Harry was beautiful, and reminded him of James. It was because, deep down despite the superficial differences, Lucius and Harry were alike. There was more Gryffindor in the Slytherin and more Slytherin in the Gryffindor than either would like to admit. What was between them was a power too sublime to be understood as mere lust - it could, perhaps, be called magic...

The End.