Pet

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THIRTY-ONE
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The handfasting was a blur to Harry; he could not make out the old warlock’s words over the pounding of his heart. The friendly faces in the room were few and far between and the dull pain in his scar told him Lord Voldemort was near. The young wizard forced himself not to bolt from the makeshift altar. Beside him, Lucius calmly stood in his icy elegance, and Harry focused on his former master for strength.

In the room beyond, Harry’s stare was misinterpreted by many to be a look of adoration, but those few who knew him, knew the inner turmoil that plagued the former savior. With this step, there was no turning back.

Harry held out his left arm, surprised that it was not shaking. With soft incantations a length of heavy gold and emerald ribbon was wound around his thin wrist and brought to meet Lucius’ left hand. With the palms of their hands joined, the ribbon was wound around both of their wrists. The slender sprite whispered the words that would bind him to Lucius Malfoy and heard Lucius’ strong voice reply to the corresponding questions. The old warlock circled his wand three times counter clockwise above their hands and the ribbon began to writhe. Calmness overtook Harry as the ribbon became cold to the touch and began to glow. When the glow faded, the ribbon had turned into matching gold bonding bracelets in the shape of basilisks.

Brown eyes glittered with tears in the late morning sunlight as he and Lucius sealed the bond with a kiss. Ginny wiped the joyous tears from her face; she would finally be permitted to acknowledge her adopted brother in polite society.

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Lucius’ hand rested on Harry’s knee as he read through the urgent Ministry of Magic correspondence that could not wait until his return to London in a week’s time. Through the window of a magical limousine, Harry watched the cities turn into villages and the villages become farms and vineyards. To celebrate their hand fasting, Lucius was taking Harry to an ancient Malfoy family estate somewhere in the French countryside.

The green-eyed wizard idly caressed his new wand, adjusting to the unfamiliar balance of the smaller and more flexible instrument. Although not quite as difficult to find as his original wand, Ollivander had spent over an hour locating the perfect replacement. His new wand was still made of holly, but it’s core was the unusual combination of unicorn and thestral hair – the perfect balance of light and dark.

“You’ve been awfully quiet, Pet.” Lucius’ voice broke through Harry’s contemplative reverie. “You’re not sulking because I made you leave Rosamond behind, are you?”

“I miss her, but she’ll be safe with Draco and Pippi. I am rather worried about Severus, though.”

Lucius wrapped his arm around Harry’s shoulders and pulled him close, ignoring the Ministry parchments that tumbled to the floor. “Sev will be fine, Love. He’s not receptive to situations he can not control, but he has a warm heart hidden beneath that snark and he will make a wonderful father.”

Harry curled up beside the white blond wizard and mentally shook his head. For such an intelligent man, Lucius was blind. Having never been a slave or a sexual plaything, Lucius would never understand the damage the forced pregnancy was creating in Severus’ soul. Harry’s own forced pregnancy had been devastating to him before he made peace with the situation and fell in love with his unborn daughter. But Harry’s pregnancy had been forced by Narcissa’s hand, not by Lucius, and that had made all the difference. Severus felt betrayed by the man he thought he loved, and if he could not find peace within himself, Harry worried for the Potion Master’s sanity.

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Harry sat on the edge of the clawfoot tub and dried between his toes with a thick, white towel. His eyes darted over the opulent décor of the bathroom; Lucius was reinforcing the wards on his old family manor and would return soon.

Harry examined his reflection in the gilt mirror and his hand immediately was drawn to the basilisk tattoo. He felt nervous and he wasn’t sure why. He stroked the serpent; it wasn’t as if he was anything resembling a blushing virgin terrified of his wedding night, was it? The emerald eyes glittered on the heavy gold bonding bracelet and he realized the reason for his unease. A part of him was reliving his first bonding to Lucius Malfoy, a bond he had no say in, a bond that had been forged in pain, and a bond that had resulted in the violent removal of his virginity. Consciously he knew that the Ritual of Possession and his handfasting were supposed to be worlds apart, but unconsciously, he feared that it, too, might be sealed in violence

Harry shook the thought from his mind and carefully dressed in the nightshirt and dressing gown left for him by a house elf. Knowing Lucius, he would not be wearing either garment for long.

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The slender wizard perched uncomfortably on a brocade-covered settee. The room had a museum quality to it and Harry was grateful that he did not have to permanently live in this room awash in brocade swags and silken flounces. He felt as if he had been dropped into a Muggle Valentine’s Day candy box.

A house elf delivered a light meal of bread, cheese and fruit as well as a bottle of champagne. Harry returned to the book of French magical history in his lap. Lucius was bathing in the next room.

Harry jumped when a shadow fell across the pages he was pretending to read. Lucius had approached so silently the younger wizard had not heard him. Harry set the book aside and looked into the gray blue eyes. A shudder ran through him at the lustful expression cast his way.

Harry’s fingers toyed with the ribbon of a silver wrapped box that materialized in his lap. He lifted the lid.
The brilliant green eyes widened in confusion as he recognized the contents nestled within the gift box. Harry swallowed audibly as Lucius reached into the box and draped a square of indigo silk over Harry’s shoulder and repeated the motion with a bit of green silk on the opposite shoulder. Harry’s hands began to shake. Why had Lucius presented him with his costume from Fiddlesticks, the proof of his disgrace, on what was essentially their wedding night?

“Lucius, I…” Harry found his words silenced by a fiercely possessive kiss. He was pulled to his feet and his slight frame pressed tightly against the solid warmth of the white blond wizard.

“Put on the costume, Pet,” Lucius breathed huskily into his ear, arousal evident in the deep purr. “I want you to dance…”

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Harry adjusted his last veil. He did not conjure kohl for his eyes; he did not attempt to conceal his scar. He had never wanted to see this hated costume again, much less dance in it. Severus was mistaken; Lucius did not respect him. Harry was once again made to feel like a whore and the feeling made him angry.

Harry squared his shoulders; if Lucius demanded a dance, he’d give him a damned dance. With a final look at his reflection, the slender young man stepped into the bedroom. With a quick flick of his wand, a vaguely Arabian tune filled the room.

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Lucius licked his lips. Harry’s dance was a sensual feast. There was seductiveness in his movements that had not been present when he danced at Fiddlesticks. The white blond wizard felt a current of sexual magic flow through him; he wondered if it was an accidental effect or a careful manipulation on Harry’s part. Lucius was beginning to realize that his former concubine had more layers to him than an onion.

At the completion of his striptease, just as the last veil fell, Lucius swept him off his feet and tossed him into the middle of the large bed. The older wizard crawled across the large mattress as if stalking his prey. Harry skittered away, just out of his reach.

“No,” Harry said forcefully. Lucius’ eyes narrowed, wondering what had gotten into his usually passive pet.

“No?” he questioned, reaching out for a thin ankle and finding it jerked away.

“This is my wedding night. I will not be jumped like a bitch in heat. I will not be taken by force and I will no longer be made to feel like a whore.”

Lucius leaned back on his haunches, both perplexed and intrigued by the smaller wizard’s outburst.

“Pet, what ever are you on about?”

Harry’s hand shot up, the serpent bracelet sliding down the thin wrist. “Wizarding Law says this bracelet makes us equals. I reserve some rights to say when and how I wish to be fucked. You have always taken your pleasure whenever and however you wanted…with no thoughts to me or how painful it might be.”

“You have never complained before.” Lucius was confused by this turn of events. “I thought you liked it rough.”

“You…thought…wrong,” Harry snapped.

Shifting his position on the bed, Harry reached for Lucius’ hand and placed it, palm flat, overtop the basilisk tattoo. His green eyes bored into Lucius, willing him to understand. “What does this mark signify? And then tell me I was in any position to voice my objections.”

Heat radiated from beneath his hand. Lucius gave no reply, assuming it to be a rhetorical question.

“One of the first things you ever told me was that if you told me to do something, I was to do it without hesitation or reservation, or you would punish me. I have been on the receiving end of a few of your punishments…and I do not get aroused by pain.”

In the pit of his stomach, ice lurched. Lucius knew he was a selfish man and his treatment of his beloved concubine proved just how selfish he was. Thinking back, the only times Harry had been truly responsive was when Lucius was in a playful or tender mood. Harry’s peak sexual enjoyment coincided with his pregnancy and hormones could explain only a fraction of it. Lucius had been a gentle lover during the pregnancy, afraid to injure the unborn child.

Lucius intertwined his fingers with Harry’s and brought the unresisting hand to his lips. He kissed the slender wrist and reached with this other hand to caress the younger man’s shoulder.

“What do you want me to do, Pet?” he asked softly.

Harry smiled. “I want you to make love to me.”

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Lucius crushed fresh strawberries in his fist and drizzled the crushed berries and juice across Harry’s torso. He had seen food used in an erotic magazine article years before and had always wanted to reenact that visual, but Narcissa had always refused. Harry gasped at the cold shock as another fistful of berries was spread across his abdomen and genitals. With a feral smile, Lucius emptied a half flute full of chilled champagne along the same path as the strawberries. Harry arched off the mattress as the ice cold liquid hit his overheated flesh.

“What a mess you’ve made of yourself, my love.”

Lucius’ warm tongue cleaned off one nipple and proceeded to travel across the sticky chest to claim its mate. Harry never thought the icy blond the type to play with his food, but the slender wizard was in no position to dwell on the oddness of the older wizard’s behavior. Lucius’ tongue completed a through cleaning of his chest and abdomen and had moved down to Harry’s now leaking cock. Running his tongue around the tip, Lucius could taste the sweetness of the crushed strawberries and the tang of the pre-cum.

Harry’s hands tried to still his partner’s movements. “I…I’m too close…”

Lucius batted the hands away, pushing them down beside Harry’s hips. He engulfed Harry’s erection and sucked. He could feel Harry tense just before he exploded.

“I’m sorry, Master. I’m sorry’” Harry whispered, dropping too easily back into his submissive role.

“Lucius, not Master.” He kissed his way back up the sticky body ending up at Harry’s mouth. Harry could taste himself on Lucius’ lips. “And there is nothing to apologize for…that was exactly the response I was aiming for.”

Lucius reached for his wand and performed a few quick cleaning charms as Harry recovered from his intense orgasm. He refilled his champagne flute and sipped the bubbly concoction, cleansing the taste of Harry and the strawberries from his palate.

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The possessive way in which every inch of his body was claimed left no doubt in Harry’s mind who he belonged to. Grateful that his first orgasm took the edge off, Harry was already achingly hard by the time Lucius finished stretching him. He forced himself to relax as Lucius breached the tight ring of muscle. It burned as Lucius rocked his hips, slowly burrowing himself in the tight channel. When he was fully seated, he paused, capturing Harry’s kiss swollen lips into a gentle kiss. He felt the slender sprite shift his hips, signaling acceptance.

Lucius kept a slow, steady pace, keeping his bondmate just on the edge of release. He fought his body’s desire to speed things up, to slam into Harry’s body. Folded in half, Harry’s ankles crossed behind his neck and, anchored, Harry proceeded to kiss and nip his exposed throat. Lucius shifted his angle, hitting Harry’s prostate. The slowly built release tore violently through Harry’s thin frame, coating their stomachs with ejaculate. Harry trembled as he came down from his intense climax.

“Oh fuck, Luce,” he panted. “Fuck.”

Lucius rose to his knees, bringing Harry’s hips up with him. He let one of the slender legs fall while holding the other straight against his chest. Slowly increasing his speed, Lucius plunged deeper into Harry’s channel, feeling it pulse, and drawing out his own release.

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