Fornicating with the Enemy

The morning light filled the room slowly as the cool night air turned into an early hour warm breeze.

Harry slept with Lucius holding his hand in his own, Harry’s head resting just on the mans outstretched arm as Lucius’ head rested on the pillow just above his own, both blond and black hair mixing together on the white cushion.

Harry’s lips were slowly sucking on his lovers shoulder and Lucius sleepily pulled him closer, burying his face in his hair, smelling all that was Harry.

A scream pierced the silence of the house and all the inhabitants came running to the source, Harry’s room.

‘Alohomora!” Sirius shouted and the door flew open as he pushed past it, wand raised ready to crucify anyone who tried to hurt his godson.

On the bed, Harry sat naked wrapped around an equally naked Lucius Malfoy, sobbing into his broad chest and arms limp at his sides, the blanket luckily pulled up to their waists to covered them mostly.

Lucius didn’t look at the intruders knowing that the scream would have raised alarms; instead he continued to comfort his lover, holding him tightly.

Remus smelt the blood and gagged, stepping out of the room to re-catch his cool, his eyes gold and his wolf braying for the blood of whoever hurt his cub and howling for the blood and underlying scent of sex that smelt so good.

Sirius saw the blood pour down Lucius chest in small rivets and immediately knew it was Harry’s cursed scar.

“Severus I need a calming potion and healing slave and bandages please,” the potions master glared at the blond before sweeping out of the room to gather what he needed as instructed, still fuming with the blond from last night.

“What is going on?” Molly Weasley hovered close to the bed worried terribly for Harry, but not enough to get close to the two naked men.

“It seems the Dark Lord is angry,” he kissed the top of Harry’s head ignoring everyone else’s winces and continued to sooth the teen who was choking back his sobs in order to calm himself down.

“Here,” Snape threw the stuff on the bed next to the pair and turned to walk out, but was stopped by Harry’s trembling tones.

“He will kill you,” the youth looked up to him, looking into his dark sapphire eyes, the blood still trickling down his forehead and cheek, Harry’s own eyes like liquid emeralds. “The next meeting, he knows you're a spy, he going to kill you, I’ve seen it, don't go!”

“Don’t spare me your tears Potter,” he sneered and once again swept out of the room, leaving everyone else is a horrified silence, they had never notice Severus Snape’s own determined eyes.

“HE GOING TO KILL YOU!” Harry screamed after him as Lucius pulled him back to his chest, allowing the delicate teen to sob out his anguish over the stubborn man.

“How is he?” Remus stepped back into the room, his wolf fully under control and stood by Sirius who just looked at Harry, his friend was truly lost for words.

Lucius cleaned up the blood and rubbed the slave into the wound causing Harry to wince and wince again as the blond wrapped the white bandage around his head like a bandana.

“Drink Harry,” he gave the hiccupping boy the potion vial, Harry didn’t bother to see which potion it was and Lucius caught him as he fell back, dead asleep to the world.

“Sorry love, you can be pissed when you wake up but you need to rest for now,” he whispered as he laid him back under the covers before he turned to everyone else.

“Do you mind if I dress in privacy?” everyone blushed now realizing that they were both nude and hurried to exit the room, Remus went to close the door but stopped to look at the blond who looked back at him with hard eyes.

“Look after him Lucius,” Remus gave a sigh as the blonds eyes softened and he gave a small nod, he then closed the door and walked back into the kitchen where everyone else was discussing how Lucius Malfoy had escaped his warded room and got into Harry’s warded room without breaking said wards.

Lucius turned and looked at his sleeping lover and he tucked the covers around his form before exiting to the ensuite picking up Harry’s fallen dressing gown and sleep pants placing them on the windows ledge.

Lucius stepped into the warm shower after admiring the room; Harry's bathroom was a beautiful white and turquiose with topaz crystals decorating the taps tastefully.

It was certainly surprisingly, what else could one expect from the House of Black other than a black and white decore?

Harry was going to be sleeping until tea, he knew for a fact and he was glad that Severus had caught his eyes so he could ligaments the exchange of calming potion for the dreamless sleep potion.

What Harry had said worried him. What if Lucius was next? What would happen to Harry if the Dark Lord found out about them? Would he force Lucius to bring Harry to him? Or would he just kill him straight off?

He shuddered as he thought on Harry’s last reaction when he had suggested that they should break it off until after the war.

It had not gone down well in the least; Harry had sobbed his little heart out until Lucius had reassured him that he did love him.

His little lover was still so insecure sometimes, he thought soaping his long hair and lean body.

But he was the most attentive and beautiful lover he could ever dream of.

His beautiful smile, he heartfelt laughs, his shining eyes full of lust, mischief, it didn’t matter what; those eyes could reduce him to nothing.

His lithe body was perfect to his eyes, even the few and far between scars. He would worship that body until the end of his days if Harry allowed it.

His body was devoid of hair it was in the genetics the only hair he possessed was the longish wavy nest on his head, said hair that Harry did indeed love having tugged and pulled.

He hummed as he remembered the two dimples one of each of his lover’s bum cheeks that he loved to nip and kiss.

His body was reacting to the imagery in his mind and he felt the spell Harry had cast on him take affect.

The spell was a simple touch enhancer and Lucius’ body was simply being touched by, not a ghost form, but imprints from when Harry had touched him before and he bucked into the hand that held his swelling erection tightly.

“Fucking hell,” he hit his lip and lent back against the wall breathing fast as the water poured over his arousal hot and heavy as he remembered Harry on his knees sucking him to climax.

“Har-ngh.”

The memory of Harry licking him softly, taking the head of his hard cock into his mouth, humming gently as Lucius’ knees almost buckled, the delicate hands stroking the inside of his sensitive thighs, needing and rolling his sack.

Lucius cried out his climax, riding the waves of pleasure out without touching himself.

It brought him off more quickly than Harry but was most definitely not as satisfying as his fiery lover; then again, he didn’t really have time for it anyway.

After he stopped his legs from quivering he washed again and turned off the water and pulled a towel around his waist, shivering slightly as he stepped back into Harry’s room.

He closed the windows quickly and spelled a warming charm in the room after lighting a fire in the fireplace.

He changed swiftly into another set of clothes that Harry had in his trunk for him.

They carried spares, after all you never know what might happen.

He grimaced as he closed the bedroom door behind him and made his way into the kitchen.

He supposed he had better explain everything whilst he had the chance, last time half of them were too shocked and the rest of them just put him in a basic bedroom after Harry fought them to keep him out of the cell they had wanted to put him in.

Charming people really.