Furry Magic
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Lucius
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
104
Views:
136,525
Reviews:
711
Recommended:
4
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 36
Title: Furry Magic, chapter 36
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Harry felt the call. He\'d never experienced anything quite like it. It was not what he\'d expected when he\'d learned that Lucius could call him.
This was like being caressed with an expert hand, only internally. The sensation, the need to follow the call whispered over him. Over his skin, down his throat, into his belly, around his heart, every organ touched with drowningly deep compulsion. The very cells of his body longed to obey the call. No. Not painful. But, impossible to ignore. Almost impossible to disobey.
Harry was used to pain. That was how Voldemort had called him. With pain and torture, his scar feeling like his head would split open, and the promise of worse if he did not go to him. This was none of that. Harry stood up from his piled furs. The idea of having to go to this one man, the king, his king, while he still smarted from seeing him intimately embracing another.... That burned. That was pain.
He toyed with the idea of resistance. Harry had no illusions on that front. He was strong. He could choose not to go. It would tear at him, but he was capable of planting his feet and resisting. The question was, was it worth it? He was tired. He felt empty. Vaguely sad. Numb. Crying did that to him. It created a barrier between himself and his pain. Too bad the numbness always faded, and the suffering was waiting when it did. Harry hated that. He would rather flee. Would have done that, made his escape, just few short months ago. Now he chose not to run.
He chose to answer the call.
Harry wiped his stinging eyes with the back of one hand. They were both irritated and still wet with tears stuck to his long, long lashes. He would go, because he had no other choice but to face this. Because, he didn\'t care if Lucius saw him like this. It was over. He had loved and been used. It was his own fault for believing, for trusting, for not listening. Graeme had been right. Who would have thought that Graeme was the one who was being truthful? And, Harry had refused to listen to him.
Lucius was the one who first noticed Harry was in the doorway. He stood and gestured the youth inside. Harry looked at him with a face blanked of _expression, a face that came from the deepest pain and grief, drenched in tears, and left to dry. Tight, stretched, and stiff. Lucius frowned when he saw it. He still had no idea of what he\'d done to cause the boy such pain as this. Draco said it was his treatment of the boy. Lucius couldn\'t imagine that.
Draco leaped to his feet and rushed over to Harry. Enfolding him in his arms. Harry looked over the older boy\'s shoulder, straight into the eyes of the pride king. He rested his chin on Draco\'s chest, pushing his face into the firm flesh, so only his eyes showed over Draco\'s shoulder, the lower half of his face hidden. Graeme was next to the desk, his face was curious, more inquiring and less angry than Harry had ever seen it when the older were-leopard looked at him.
\"I can\'t do this.\" Harry said, flatly, his voice muffled in the shirt he was only just managing not to bite into. \"I want to go.\"
\"Go? Go where?\" Lucius asked him, sitting once more in the chair behind the desk. Draco led Harry to the couch and sat him there. Tried to take care of him. Harry was distant, the touches were not able to reach him, they were like something happening to someone else.
\"Away from here. I don\'t want to be here.\" Harry said. His eyes would not release the silver gaze of the man who sat at the desk. He registered it when Graeme moved, but couldn\'t muster the will to look that direction.
\"Why?\" Lucius asked, his voice was soft, velvet. His grey eyes weren\'t icy, weren\'t cold. They watched, with gentleness, the youth he was speaking to. His Chosen. Harry managed a slight shrug, tried to look away, failed. He couldn\'t fall into that pit, please, not now.
\"I am a laughing stock now. I let myself be used, fucked in public in front of anyone who wanted to look. Now, I have served my purpose, and it is over. You have Troy to take my place. Like I took Fred\'s. Ghod, I didn\'t realize what I did to him. I hope he will forgive me someday.\" Harry\'s voice was still bland, forced out through his constricted throat, strangely sounding just about normal, but Lucius knew he meant the words.
\"Fred is well. He has not been hurt, or harmed by you in any way. His place has not changed. He is still my Marked and my Claimed. Troy has the place he is meant to have, I have Marked him. You have your place. You are my Chosen. The pride is your family. You will remain here, where you will be safe and we can care for you. You have done nothing shameful. We are not humans to hide our passions in locked rooms.\"
\"I am not safe here. I can\'t live the way you do. I don\'t want to. I *want* to hide my passion in a locked room. I don\'t want to see it in front of me, when you take your lovers, how ever many there are. I don\'t want there to be others.\" Harry sighed, Draco squeezed his arm, glared at his father. \"I only wanted one. I only wanted you. One lover, who was mine, who I didn\'t have to share, not like that. Be the king of the pride, take care of them, but be *my* lover, faithful, mine. That was all I wanted. I thought I had it. Now I know better.\"
The silence grew as Lucius considered his words. Lucius spoke, low and gentle to Harry, who was curled miserably on the cushions.
\"Come. Sit with me, Chosen. Listen. Graeme and Draco are about to tell me what I should do with you. Both believe that I have failed you, that I have done you disservice. Though each believes it is a different one.\" Lucius stood and walked over to the couch, taking the cushion next to Harry.
Harry flinched. Lucius ignored the flinch. He pulled Harry into his arms, guiding him to lay his head on the king\'s chest, tilting his head back so they looked into each other\'s eyes. Harry couldn\'t breathe. His fingers slipped and fumbled for a hold, Twisted in the long, silken pale hair, clutched the thick biceps. The big hands smoothed his hair. Harry wished he could pull away. But the touch...he needed it. The touch of the one who hurt him. He needed it. He clung to the man, no longer so resolute.
The hands were everything. They took his strength, they took his ability to deny how much he craved them. Merlin, he was weak, so spineless. He turned his face into the cradling embrace, fought the losing battle with his dignity and began to cry.
ne\'ichan
faestion1@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Harry felt the call. He\'d never experienced anything quite like it. It was not what he\'d expected when he\'d learned that Lucius could call him.
This was like being caressed with an expert hand, only internally. The sensation, the need to follow the call whispered over him. Over his skin, down his throat, into his belly, around his heart, every organ touched with drowningly deep compulsion. The very cells of his body longed to obey the call. No. Not painful. But, impossible to ignore. Almost impossible to disobey.
Harry was used to pain. That was how Voldemort had called him. With pain and torture, his scar feeling like his head would split open, and the promise of worse if he did not go to him. This was none of that. Harry stood up from his piled furs. The idea of having to go to this one man, the king, his king, while he still smarted from seeing him intimately embracing another.... That burned. That was pain.
He toyed with the idea of resistance. Harry had no illusions on that front. He was strong. He could choose not to go. It would tear at him, but he was capable of planting his feet and resisting. The question was, was it worth it? He was tired. He felt empty. Vaguely sad. Numb. Crying did that to him. It created a barrier between himself and his pain. Too bad the numbness always faded, and the suffering was waiting when it did. Harry hated that. He would rather flee. Would have done that, made his escape, just few short months ago. Now he chose not to run.
He chose to answer the call.
Harry wiped his stinging eyes with the back of one hand. They were both irritated and still wet with tears stuck to his long, long lashes. He would go, because he had no other choice but to face this. Because, he didn\'t care if Lucius saw him like this. It was over. He had loved and been used. It was his own fault for believing, for trusting, for not listening. Graeme had been right. Who would have thought that Graeme was the one who was being truthful? And, Harry had refused to listen to him.
Lucius was the one who first noticed Harry was in the doorway. He stood and gestured the youth inside. Harry looked at him with a face blanked of _expression, a face that came from the deepest pain and grief, drenched in tears, and left to dry. Tight, stretched, and stiff. Lucius frowned when he saw it. He still had no idea of what he\'d done to cause the boy such pain as this. Draco said it was his treatment of the boy. Lucius couldn\'t imagine that.
Draco leaped to his feet and rushed over to Harry. Enfolding him in his arms. Harry looked over the older boy\'s shoulder, straight into the eyes of the pride king. He rested his chin on Draco\'s chest, pushing his face into the firm flesh, so only his eyes showed over Draco\'s shoulder, the lower half of his face hidden. Graeme was next to the desk, his face was curious, more inquiring and less angry than Harry had ever seen it when the older were-leopard looked at him.
\"I can\'t do this.\" Harry said, flatly, his voice muffled in the shirt he was only just managing not to bite into. \"I want to go.\"
\"Go? Go where?\" Lucius asked him, sitting once more in the chair behind the desk. Draco led Harry to the couch and sat him there. Tried to take care of him. Harry was distant, the touches were not able to reach him, they were like something happening to someone else.
\"Away from here. I don\'t want to be here.\" Harry said. His eyes would not release the silver gaze of the man who sat at the desk. He registered it when Graeme moved, but couldn\'t muster the will to look that direction.
\"Why?\" Lucius asked, his voice was soft, velvet. His grey eyes weren\'t icy, weren\'t cold. They watched, with gentleness, the youth he was speaking to. His Chosen. Harry managed a slight shrug, tried to look away, failed. He couldn\'t fall into that pit, please, not now.
\"I am a laughing stock now. I let myself be used, fucked in public in front of anyone who wanted to look. Now, I have served my purpose, and it is over. You have Troy to take my place. Like I took Fred\'s. Ghod, I didn\'t realize what I did to him. I hope he will forgive me someday.\" Harry\'s voice was still bland, forced out through his constricted throat, strangely sounding just about normal, but Lucius knew he meant the words.
\"Fred is well. He has not been hurt, or harmed by you in any way. His place has not changed. He is still my Marked and my Claimed. Troy has the place he is meant to have, I have Marked him. You have your place. You are my Chosen. The pride is your family. You will remain here, where you will be safe and we can care for you. You have done nothing shameful. We are not humans to hide our passions in locked rooms.\"
\"I am not safe here. I can\'t live the way you do. I don\'t want to. I *want* to hide my passion in a locked room. I don\'t want to see it in front of me, when you take your lovers, how ever many there are. I don\'t want there to be others.\" Harry sighed, Draco squeezed his arm, glared at his father. \"I only wanted one. I only wanted you. One lover, who was mine, who I didn\'t have to share, not like that. Be the king of the pride, take care of them, but be *my* lover, faithful, mine. That was all I wanted. I thought I had it. Now I know better.\"
The silence grew as Lucius considered his words. Lucius spoke, low and gentle to Harry, who was curled miserably on the cushions.
\"Come. Sit with me, Chosen. Listen. Graeme and Draco are about to tell me what I should do with you. Both believe that I have failed you, that I have done you disservice. Though each believes it is a different one.\" Lucius stood and walked over to the couch, taking the cushion next to Harry.
Harry flinched. Lucius ignored the flinch. He pulled Harry into his arms, guiding him to lay his head on the king\'s chest, tilting his head back so they looked into each other\'s eyes. Harry couldn\'t breathe. His fingers slipped and fumbled for a hold, Twisted in the long, silken pale hair, clutched the thick biceps. The big hands smoothed his hair. Harry wished he could pull away. But the touch...he needed it. The touch of the one who hurt him. He needed it. He clung to the man, no longer so resolute.
The hands were everything. They took his strength, they took his ability to deny how much he craved them. Merlin, he was weak, so spineless. He turned his face into the cradling embrace, fought the losing battle with his dignity and began to cry.
ne\'ichan
faestion1@yahoo.com