The Kinkiness of Harry
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Lucius
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
18
Views:
69,810
Reviews:
99
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
3
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Three
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Chapter Three
The sounds of the throbbing bass, the candlelit flames, and even the moaning of ecstasy was exactly what Harry Potter needed to escape the realities of a tiring day. He let the climate of noise and activities envelope him completely, for in these precious hours, he was no longer the Boy-Who-Lived; the jilted lover; the trusted friend; the bravest Auror; and especially not the sworn enemy of Voldemort -- who he had defeated -- or his obedient followers. Here he was only Larry. Larry Gardner. Larry Gardner and his unknown lovers who shared his desire for the forbidden. He was indeed in bliss.
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Lucius Malfoy arrived at 1321 Milwaukee Place in less than 15 minutes. The educated aristocrat noted that his worthy opponent resided in the finest area of this Muggle town. Two large glass doors, which opened only by the occupant, guarded the entrance of this exquisite condominium. As a wizard, the blond would have no trouble entering undetected. But this was an exception to the rule. Even though Lucius Malfoy always obtained what he wanted by any means necessary, he chose to conquer his prey without the use of magic. Well, not entirely, but to Lucius, it could as well be classified as such.
He scanned the names on a list just to the left of the protected doors, and stopped when he reached the one he was searching for: L. Gardner 1270. The tall blond grinned in satisfaction. The brunet boy who was Harry’s last lover had not lied. Of course, Stephan Johnson was most willing to indulge any information by the time he had reached his 5th orgasm.
“May I help you?”
Lucius spun around on his heels with his hand clenched tightly on his cane; prepared to battle with whoever might be challenging him. But his eyes lit up when they gazed upon a young redheaded woman, no older than 25. She was absolutely stunning and had been gifted with a body of a perfect female specimen of lust. His expression quickly turned into a look of appreciation, marveling at the mere sight of her.
“Good evening,” he replied in a silky voice.
The young woman blushed at those two words alone but couldn’t fathom why.
“Hello,” she managed to answer back.
“My name is… Lucas Mallory,” he said, lifting her hand to gently kiss it.
She watched his soft lips grazed along her skin, sending sensations throughout her, causing her to shiver. She softly giggled as she flushed pink once more.
“My name is Tracey… uh… Tracey Graham. Nice to meet you,” she responded, obviously trying to remember her own name.
“The pleasure is all mine, Miss Graham,” Lucius said as he reluctantly released her shaking hand. “It is ‘Miss’, is it not?”
She nodded with enthusiasm. Why was she so flustered? It wasn't like she had never met a man before. Granted, this was a tall, handsome man with a beautifully proportioned body, but a man nonetheless.
“Perhaps you can assist me. Do you reside here, Miss Graham?”
“Uh.. no...I mean, yes. Yes of course,” she quickly corrected herself. She cursed herself silently for sounding like a giddy schoolgirl.
“Excellent,” the blond said, smiling. “Are you acquainted with Mr Har- Larry Gardner?”
She raised a curious eyebrow at his mistake but lost her suspicion when she stared into the clear grey eyes shining back at her.
“Yes I am,” she answered reassuringly as she snapped out of her trance. “Everyone here is,” she quickly added.
Lucius gave her a warm smile as he explained. “My apologies, Miss Graham. I’m afraid I have not properly introduced myself. I am a long-time friend of Larry’s family. I am in town on business and was hoping to surprise him with a short visit.”
The question of why this gentleman was waiting patiently for a resident to appear, suddenly became clear to Tracey. She wondered how long he'd been waiting.
“Oh. I hope you weren’t waiting too long. I’m sorry if you took offence to my rash greeting.”
“Not at all, Tracey. I’m sorry. May I call you Tracey?”
She nodded again with a wide grin. “Of course, of course.” She was blathering again! She couldn’t hide her apparent behaviour, but it was obvious the man was encouraging it.
“Do you know whether he is currently at home?”
“Uh, yes. I mean no. No he’s not. I saw him leave just a while ago. Usually when he leaves right after work, it means he wants to unwind a bit.”
“Of course. Understandable with his field of work. Do you know where he goes to unwind?”
“Um, his normal place to go is a club called Sound Stage.”
Lucius smiled devilishly, but it only left Tracey with the feeling he was happy to have found him tonight.
“You have been most kind, Miss Graham. Perhaps we shall meet again in a more . . . casual setting?" A smile barely touched his lips.
Tracey’s face turned the shade of her hair and the aristocrat lifted her hand again to kiss it. She watched him as if he was moving in slow motion.
“TRACEY!” a voice cried out.
Tracey jerked back her hand and turned to the open glass door where a larger woman was standing.
“Martha,” she acknowledged.
“You should have been back a half hour ago,” the woman huffed. “What kept you?” she asked gruffly as she pursed her lips tightly and shot Lucius a hateful look.
The blond merely smiled back and turned his attention back to the flustered redhead. “I do apologise for taking up your time, Miss Graham. It was a pleasure meeting you.” He turned to the woman in the doorway and barely bowed his head. “Good evening, ma’am.”
Lucius passed by Tracey with a soft smile and made it a point to lightly touch his body against hers. When he was sure they both entered the building, he looked back to see Martha scolding her young lover. A sparkle gleamed in his eyes and he left in search of the “Sound Stage”.
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Lucius Malfoy located the club easily enough and wasted no time in paying the man, who called himself “Bouncer,” a cover fee, whatever that was. Once inside, another man was waiting to take his outer robe and any other piece of clothing he wished to remove. The aristocrat arched an eyebrow at the man then quickly scanned the room just beyond the door he was blocking, and noticed all the members were halfway naked. He also witnessed just exactly what was in store for him.
Through the foggy haze, he could see the scantily dressed men, mostly donned in leather outfits and chains. The rest, it appeared, were wearing nothing short of the imagination. Intriguing, he thought. He removed all but his silk shirt and black slacks. Before the man took his apparel away, Lucius reached in the pocket of his outer robe and retrieved a pair of leather gloves. He curled his lip up in what looked like an amused sneer and the man who guarded the door, furrowed his brow. Lucius ignored the man’s ignorance and proceeded inside.
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Chapter Three
The sounds of the throbbing bass, the candlelit flames, and even the moaning of ecstasy was exactly what Harry Potter needed to escape the realities of a tiring day. He let the climate of noise and activities envelope him completely, for in these precious hours, he was no longer the Boy-Who-Lived; the jilted lover; the trusted friend; the bravest Auror; and especially not the sworn enemy of Voldemort -- who he had defeated -- or his obedient followers. Here he was only Larry. Larry Gardner. Larry Gardner and his unknown lovers who shared his desire for the forbidden. He was indeed in bliss.
~*~*~*~*~
Lucius Malfoy arrived at 1321 Milwaukee Place in less than 15 minutes. The educated aristocrat noted that his worthy opponent resided in the finest area of this Muggle town. Two large glass doors, which opened only by the occupant, guarded the entrance of this exquisite condominium. As a wizard, the blond would have no trouble entering undetected. But this was an exception to the rule. Even though Lucius Malfoy always obtained what he wanted by any means necessary, he chose to conquer his prey without the use of magic. Well, not entirely, but to Lucius, it could as well be classified as such.
He scanned the names on a list just to the left of the protected doors, and stopped when he reached the one he was searching for: L. Gardner 1270. The tall blond grinned in satisfaction. The brunet boy who was Harry’s last lover had not lied. Of course, Stephan Johnson was most willing to indulge any information by the time he had reached his 5th orgasm.
“May I help you?”
Lucius spun around on his heels with his hand clenched tightly on his cane; prepared to battle with whoever might be challenging him. But his eyes lit up when they gazed upon a young redheaded woman, no older than 25. She was absolutely stunning and had been gifted with a body of a perfect female specimen of lust. His expression quickly turned into a look of appreciation, marveling at the mere sight of her.
“Good evening,” he replied in a silky voice.
The young woman blushed at those two words alone but couldn’t fathom why.
“Hello,” she managed to answer back.
“My name is… Lucas Mallory,” he said, lifting her hand to gently kiss it.
She watched his soft lips grazed along her skin, sending sensations throughout her, causing her to shiver. She softly giggled as she flushed pink once more.
“My name is Tracey… uh… Tracey Graham. Nice to meet you,” she responded, obviously trying to remember her own name.
“The pleasure is all mine, Miss Graham,” Lucius said as he reluctantly released her shaking hand. “It is ‘Miss’, is it not?”
She nodded with enthusiasm. Why was she so flustered? It wasn't like she had never met a man before. Granted, this was a tall, handsome man with a beautifully proportioned body, but a man nonetheless.
“Perhaps you can assist me. Do you reside here, Miss Graham?”
“Uh.. no...I mean, yes. Yes of course,” she quickly corrected herself. She cursed herself silently for sounding like a giddy schoolgirl.
“Excellent,” the blond said, smiling. “Are you acquainted with Mr Har- Larry Gardner?”
She raised a curious eyebrow at his mistake but lost her suspicion when she stared into the clear grey eyes shining back at her.
“Yes I am,” she answered reassuringly as she snapped out of her trance. “Everyone here is,” she quickly added.
Lucius gave her a warm smile as he explained. “My apologies, Miss Graham. I’m afraid I have not properly introduced myself. I am a long-time friend of Larry’s family. I am in town on business and was hoping to surprise him with a short visit.”
The question of why this gentleman was waiting patiently for a resident to appear, suddenly became clear to Tracey. She wondered how long he'd been waiting.
“Oh. I hope you weren’t waiting too long. I’m sorry if you took offence to my rash greeting.”
“Not at all, Tracey. I’m sorry. May I call you Tracey?”
She nodded again with a wide grin. “Of course, of course.” She was blathering again! She couldn’t hide her apparent behaviour, but it was obvious the man was encouraging it.
“Do you know whether he is currently at home?”
“Uh, yes. I mean no. No he’s not. I saw him leave just a while ago. Usually when he leaves right after work, it means he wants to unwind a bit.”
“Of course. Understandable with his field of work. Do you know where he goes to unwind?”
“Um, his normal place to go is a club called Sound Stage.”
Lucius smiled devilishly, but it only left Tracey with the feeling he was happy to have found him tonight.
“You have been most kind, Miss Graham. Perhaps we shall meet again in a more . . . casual setting?" A smile barely touched his lips.
Tracey’s face turned the shade of her hair and the aristocrat lifted her hand again to kiss it. She watched him as if he was moving in slow motion.
“TRACEY!” a voice cried out.
Tracey jerked back her hand and turned to the open glass door where a larger woman was standing.
“Martha,” she acknowledged.
“You should have been back a half hour ago,” the woman huffed. “What kept you?” she asked gruffly as she pursed her lips tightly and shot Lucius a hateful look.
The blond merely smiled back and turned his attention back to the flustered redhead. “I do apologise for taking up your time, Miss Graham. It was a pleasure meeting you.” He turned to the woman in the doorway and barely bowed his head. “Good evening, ma’am.”
Lucius passed by Tracey with a soft smile and made it a point to lightly touch his body against hers. When he was sure they both entered the building, he looked back to see Martha scolding her young lover. A sparkle gleamed in his eyes and he left in search of the “Sound Stage”.
~*~*~*~*~
Lucius Malfoy located the club easily enough and wasted no time in paying the man, who called himself “Bouncer,” a cover fee, whatever that was. Once inside, another man was waiting to take his outer robe and any other piece of clothing he wished to remove. The aristocrat arched an eyebrow at the man then quickly scanned the room just beyond the door he was blocking, and noticed all the members were halfway naked. He also witnessed just exactly what was in store for him.
Through the foggy haze, he could see the scantily dressed men, mostly donned in leather outfits and chains. The rest, it appeared, were wearing nothing short of the imagination. Intriguing, he thought. He removed all but his silk shirt and black slacks. Before the man took his apparel away, Lucius reached in the pocket of his outer robe and retrieved a pair of leather gloves. He curled his lip up in what looked like an amused sneer and the man who guarded the door, furrowed his brow. Lucius ignored the man’s ignorance and proceeded inside.
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