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Obscene
Chapter Number/Total: 6/31
Chapter Title: Obscene
Words: 3123 Words
Draco took Potter's arm once more to make sure he was safe on the stairs and they made their way down to the dining room to eat breakfast.
Harry walked slowly into the dining room, glancing around as if he were expecting to see other people. "Where is everyone?" he asked quietly.
Draco took in the long table and imagined for a moment what it might have looked like full of Harry's friends and allies. He shook his head to clear the image. "Who are you expecting?" he asked. He choose a spot at one end, pulling out a chair for Potter and then pouring the tea Kreacher brought in.
"The Order," Harry mumbled, looking down at the table as he spoke, fleeting memories skittering across his mind. He wanted to hide from them. Now he wished he had his hair back; it always made a good curtain.
Harry actually looked strange with so little hair and Draco had the urge to rub that fuzzy head. He focused on putting sugar in Harry's tea and then preparing his own. "Why would they be here?" he asked casually.
"Headquarters," Harry mumbled, sinking down in his chair a little.
Draco settled in next to him sipping his own tea. "You mean the headquarters in the fight against the Dark Lord, right?" Draco questioned, trying to draw Harry into talking about the past.
Harry nodded, shivering at the title. He looked up and pulled his teacup close, not taking a sip yet.
Kreacher brought breakfast and muttered his way back out of the room. Draco dished up eggs and sausage for both of them. "Jam for your toast?" he asked Potter. He was trying to get the man into as normal a routine as he could.
Harry nodded, finally taking a small sip of his tea. "Are they dead?" he asked bluntly. He remembered seeing his friends, Hermione and Ron, a long time ago, but not much after that.
"Some of them, but most of them have just moved on in their lives now that the war is over," Draco said, cutting his sausage and then taking a bite.
"I don't see them," Harry said, reaching for his sausage and picking it up even though it was a little hot.
"Your file shows that they used to visit you, especially Granger, Lupin, and the Weasleys. But you ... didn't respond well when they did," Draco said, watching him to see his reaction to that.
Harry vaguely remembered those meetings. They would just come in and talk about a lot of things that Harry didn't understand, or want to understand, so he never knew what to say. He shrugged and chewed on the sausage.
"Would you like to see some of your friends?" Draco asked.
"If they want to see me," Harry said, finishing the sausage and licking his fingers.
Draco was momentarily distracted as he watched the man lick his fingers. This was ridiculous, he told himself. He was reacting like a teenager with no control over himself. He took a deep breath. "I am sure they will," he said. Then he summoned the elf and had him bring parchment, quill and ink. He wrote a short note and then sent the elf on an errand to a Potion Shop in Diagon Alley.
"I wouldn't want to see myself," Harry whispered, leaning over the plate of food and picking up his toast.
"Because of the way you look? Or does something else bother you?" Draco asked.
"I'm disgusting," Harry said, staring hard at the table top. "A disgusting filthy whore." He said it casually, having heard it so many times that he couldn't help but believe that it was true.
Draco shivered, a cold chill racing down his spine. For a moment, he was so stunned that he didn't know what to say or do. He turned in his chair so that he was fully facing Harry now. "Why would you say that?" he asked as softly as he could.
"It's true ... you're only good for one thing, Potter," Harry mumbled, squeezing his eyes shut as he repeated the words he heard, his voice becoming like a low hiss that was disturbingly similar to someone else's. "Put that mouth to good use for once, whore."
The mimic of Voldemort's voice brought another shudder to Draco, and a spike of fear and anger so strong he had to hold on to the table for a long minute to get control of himself. He had read the reports, he reminded himself. Harry had been held captive by Voldemort. The knowledge of what the Dark Lord must have done to Harry made the food in Draco's stomach feel like rocks. "Potter," he whispered, trying to get the man's attention. When he didn't turn toward him, Draco reached a hand out and cupped Potter's chin, gently turning his face so he could look into his eyes.
Harry shuddered, the memory of long clawed fingers overwhelming the sensations of Malfoy's gentle touch. He opened his eyes slowly and looked at Malfoy, his eyes darker as he hissed softly. "Does that hurt? Yesss ...” Harry began shaking, dropping the toast in his hand.
"You are not what He said," Draco said firmly, anger still in his eyes. "You never were."
Harry closed his eyes again and it was gone, whatever it was that had come over him. "Never get away," he mumbled in his own voice now, opening his eyes and looking at Malfoy, his eyes dull again.
"You got away," Draco insisted. "You killed the monster that did those things to you."
"Can I go to the loo?" Harry asked softly, pulling his chin out of Malfoy's hand.
Draco sighed, pulling his hand back. "Sure, this is your home," he said.
Harry stood up quickly and looked around before leaving the dining room and trying to get to the nearest bathroom before he had yet another accident.
Draco followed him, not sure if it was safe to leave him unattended. He stood outside the door.
Using the bathroom quickly, Harry then turned on the faucet and let the water run. He sniffled and leaned over the sink, feeling the tears burn his eyes before he let them spill, beginning to sob quietly.
Draco leaned against the wall beside the door, listening and not knowing if he should stay there and give the man privacy or knock.
Once the tears started, Harry couldn't get them to stop. He crumpled to the floor after a few minutes, pulling his knees up to his chest and rocking, trying his best to muffle the sounds of his sobs.
Draco couldn't take it any more. He knocked on the door. "Potter, can I come in?"
Harry looked up at the door, but didn't reply, sniffing pitifully.
Draco let out a heavy sigh and then opened the door, looking inside. He saw the man curled up on the floor and then knelt down beside him again. He Summoned a handkerchief and handed it to Potter.
Harry took it and wiped at his face, even as more tears continued to spill out of his eyes. He wished he knew what he wanted and needed in order to get better again.
Draco was on one knee again but settled down to both now, resting his body on his legs. He felt like apologising but he knew that getting Potter to face what had happened was his job.
Harry sniffled and sighed, the tears finally lessening. His arms tightened, and for the first time in a while, he wished he could get a hug.
Draco had a momentary flash that it was ironic that it was Potter crying in the bathroom this time, but he found no delight in the fact. He just hoped he could figure out a way to help. "Potter," he whispered. "I am right here."
Harry looked over at him and bit his lip softly. "Can you I mean, would you hold me?" he asked quietly, his voice barely loud enough to hear. "Please ...?”
Draco swallowed hard. The man was asking him to do what his arms felt like they literally ached to do. He nodded and shifted, leaning forward and putting an arm around Potter's shoulders, his other hand resting on the man's knees.
Harry let go of his knees and shifted closer into Malfoy's arms, letting himself fall against him.
Draco clenched his teeth on the moan that threatened to fall from his lips with the feeling of Potter in his arms. He tried to remind himself he was only offering comfort to a patient. It just felt amazingly good.
Harry sighed deeply, pressing his face against Malfoy's chest and breathing in. It felt so good to finally be held by someone like this who apparently didn't want anything in return.
Draco wrapped both arms around the man, rocking him slightly. "You are safe now," he assured him. "He can never hurt you or anyone else again. You made sure of that."
Harry couldn't remember how, but it didn't matter now. He felt safe. Safe in Draco Malfoy's arms, of all people.
Draco closed his eyes, cheek pressed against the fuzzy hair on Potter's head, and the man relaxed in his arms, curling up against him. After a few minutes, Draco whispered, "Potter?" He drew back when he didn't get a reply and realised the other man was dozing. He was so tempted to kiss the man's forehead he pursed his lips in a frown. "Let's get you off the floor," he said.
Harry woke up when Malfoy shifted, feeling exhausted from the crying and not really wanting to move.
"Come on," Draco said, getting to his knees and pulling the man with him. "You can nap on the sofa in the sitting room if you like."
"With you," Harry murmured, slowly getting up.
Draco turned off the faucet, then led the man back to the sitting room and settled him on the sofa. Kreacher shuffled into the room, holding a paper bag. "Kreacher gots it," he said, bowing to the blond.
Harry had no idea what the elf was talking about. He ignored Kreacher, lying down on the couch and getting comfortable next to Malfoy.
Draco suddenly found Potter's feet pressed against his thighs and he stilled for a minute. Then Draco shrugged and relaxed, taking the bag from the elf and sending it to get him a book from their room.
The sofa was really hard to get comfortable on. Harry sat back up after a few minutes and laid down the other way, this time with his head next to Malfoy's thighs.
Kreacher scowled at Harry when he handed Draco the book he had brought back and Draco had to resist the urge to hex the elf. He sent it away to clean their room.
Despite falling asleep quickly in the bathroom, Harry couldn't do so as easily now, thinking that he was missing something. He lifted his shoulders and moved up a little, slowly resting his head in Malfoy's lap. He waited to see if Malfoy would push him away, bracing himself for it.
Draco shifted his book to the other hand when Potter moved and, for a moment, was at a loss with what to do with his arm on the side near Potter. He laid it back along the sofa. Then he tried to read, tried to ignore the warmth of the man's face pressed against his thigh.
When Malfoy didn't push him away, Harry closed his eyes and relaxed, falling asleep within a few minutes.
***
Harry grunted softly and curled up a little, pressing his cheek against the cold stone floor of the room. He was still burning up, the pleasure almost completely taken over by the pain that accompanied it.
Lucius was leaning over Voldemort's chair, kissing him. Harry watched in horror, feeling disgusted with himself when he felt yet another spike of arousal. After a minute of slick kisses and soft sounds, Lucius drew back and then dropped gracefully to his knees in front of Voldemort. His soft white hair contrasted with the black silk of his gown as he tossed it back out of his way and bent to bring his mouth to the Dark Lord's erection.
Harry closed his eyes, but the image stayed in his mind, a small groan of pleasure escaping him. He wanted to be touched like Lucius was touching Voldemort, but at the same time he was revolted by the idea of who it was. He rocked back and forth on the floor, body shuddering in need.
Harry heard slurping sounds and Voldemort groaned in pleasure. The sounds were obscene – wet sounds from Lucius while he sucked and hummed, and hissing pants coming from Voldemort. Harry rolled over on his side so that his back was facing the pair, but he could still hear every single sound that was made. And he hated the way it was making his entire body ache. Harry curled up as tightly as he could, his cock painfully hard. He didn't even want to look at it, afraid of what colour it would be, instead he looked back over his shoulder at the pair, even with all the sounds and his mind telling him not to.
He saw Lucius' mouth sliding up and down Voldemort's cock, wet and glistening. The Dark Lord's hand resting on the back of the man's blond head. After a minute, Voldemort said, "Now," and Lucius slid himself back up until he was standing. He let the black silk robe slither to the ground until he stood naked, arousal jutting from his lean, pale body.
Lucius Summoned his wand then and cast a charm on himself before turning around, with his back to the Dark Lord. He backed up and Voldemort reached to hold both his hips, spreading his arse. Then Lucius bent his knees, sitting down. Harry saw the Dark Lord angle his cock to press it to Lucius' arse and heard the man gasp as he settled onto it. Lucius began to moan softly as he rotated his hips and Voldemort's fingers guided his movements.
Harry's eyes widened and he couldn't help but stare, never having seen something like this, let alone having it done right in front of him. The worst part was that he felt his entire body shiver at the thought of how good it must feel ... if the look on Lucius' face was any indication. Harry couldn't help the small moan that escaped him as well, swallowing hard and trying to tell himself to look away, but he just couldn't.
Both men looked over at Harry's sound and Voldemort smiled. "Come here, Harry," he told him.
Harry bit his lip and shook his head, but he found himself getting up on his hands and knees, crawling slowly toward Voldemort and Lucius.
Voldemort slid a hand around Lucius' hip and down to run his fingers over the man's arousal. Lucius gasped. "Touch it, whore," Voldemort encouraged. "I know you want to."
"No," Harry whispered, his hands clenching into fists.
"Your skin practically crawls with need by now," Lucius taunted.
It was. It was making Harry tremble with the effort of not just reaching out to touch one of them. "I don't want to," Harry insisted, but he found himself reaching out, hesitantly touching Lucius' thigh. Touching Lucius seemed to ease some of the pain in Harry. Lucius arched his eyebrow at him, wriggling his arse in Voldemort's lap. Harry sighed in relief, his eyes sliding shut as he began to gently rub Lucius' thigh, shuddering.
Lucius reached up and grabbed Harry's hair again, tugging him closer. Harry could tell where this was going again, but he didn't fight it this time, craving anything that would just make the pain stop. Lucius pulled Harry's head forward to his own cock until the glistening head was pressed to the young man's lips and Harry swallowed the last of whatever dignity he had as he opened his mouth, letting Lucius' cock slip inside.
"Yes, suck him, whore," Voldemort encouraged, thrusting up into Lucius at the same time. Lucius' fingers tightened in Harry's hair and he moaned. Harry winced, but he tightened his lips around Lucius and began to suck, the pain receding as he did.
"Yesss," Lucius hissed as he began to fuck Harry's mouth as he also fucked himself on Voldemort's cock.
Harry tried his best to keep up, even when Lucius' cock slipped into his throat a few times, making him cough. The edge of his glasses were digging into the bridge of his nose and he couldn't pull back to catch his breath, not with the other man gripping his hair so tightly. Lucius continued to thrust into Harry's mouth, both he and Voldemort sighing and moaning now.
"Yes, Harry, suck him," the Dark Lord hissed. "That's what you're good for, slut. All you're good for."
Harry's throat and jaw were beginning to hurt him, but at least the pain wasn’t as bad as it was before in the rest of his body. He sucked the best he could. It wasn’t like he had ever done this before.
Lucius growled and Harry's mouth was flooded with his seed as the man bucked in Voldemort's lap. Voldemort hissed and moaned, too. Harry choked but didn't swallow, letting the bitter liquid leak out of the sides of his mouth as he waited for Lucius' grip to loosen so he could pull back.
Lucius sighed, releasing Harry and leaning back against the Dark Lord who wrapped both arms around the blond. Harry pulled back a little reluctantly, afraid that now that he wasn't touching Lucius, the pain would come back. He turned his head to the side and spat out what was in it.
After a few minutes in which the other two men's breathing calmed, Harry felt the pain growing again. His skin seemed to pulse with his cock, which, having had no release of its own, was red and weeping.
Lucius stood up, Summoned his wand again and cast Cleaning Charms on himself and his Master. Then he sauntered over to the table and poured them both glasses of wine. He handed one to his Master and stood beside the chair, leaning on the back and contemplating Harry. "You will beg us, you know," he said casually.
"Beg you for what?" Harry managed to mumble, pulling off his glasses to rub his eyes tiredly from where he sat on the floor.
Lucius laughed. "For anything, for everything."
Harry shook his head and looked down, feeling as though the pain was increasing with every breath he took. "Never," he gasped, slowly falling onto his side, pressing his cheek to the stone.
Chapter Title: Obscene
Words: 3123 Words
Draco took Potter's arm once more to make sure he was safe on the stairs and they made their way down to the dining room to eat breakfast.
Harry walked slowly into the dining room, glancing around as if he were expecting to see other people. "Where is everyone?" he asked quietly.
Draco took in the long table and imagined for a moment what it might have looked like full of Harry's friends and allies. He shook his head to clear the image. "Who are you expecting?" he asked. He choose a spot at one end, pulling out a chair for Potter and then pouring the tea Kreacher brought in.
"The Order," Harry mumbled, looking down at the table as he spoke, fleeting memories skittering across his mind. He wanted to hide from them. Now he wished he had his hair back; it always made a good curtain.
Harry actually looked strange with so little hair and Draco had the urge to rub that fuzzy head. He focused on putting sugar in Harry's tea and then preparing his own. "Why would they be here?" he asked casually.
"Headquarters," Harry mumbled, sinking down in his chair a little.
Draco settled in next to him sipping his own tea. "You mean the headquarters in the fight against the Dark Lord, right?" Draco questioned, trying to draw Harry into talking about the past.
Harry nodded, shivering at the title. He looked up and pulled his teacup close, not taking a sip yet.
Kreacher brought breakfast and muttered his way back out of the room. Draco dished up eggs and sausage for both of them. "Jam for your toast?" he asked Potter. He was trying to get the man into as normal a routine as he could.
Harry nodded, finally taking a small sip of his tea. "Are they dead?" he asked bluntly. He remembered seeing his friends, Hermione and Ron, a long time ago, but not much after that.
"Some of them, but most of them have just moved on in their lives now that the war is over," Draco said, cutting his sausage and then taking a bite.
"I don't see them," Harry said, reaching for his sausage and picking it up even though it was a little hot.
"Your file shows that they used to visit you, especially Granger, Lupin, and the Weasleys. But you ... didn't respond well when they did," Draco said, watching him to see his reaction to that.
Harry vaguely remembered those meetings. They would just come in and talk about a lot of things that Harry didn't understand, or want to understand, so he never knew what to say. He shrugged and chewed on the sausage.
"Would you like to see some of your friends?" Draco asked.
"If they want to see me," Harry said, finishing the sausage and licking his fingers.
Draco was momentarily distracted as he watched the man lick his fingers. This was ridiculous, he told himself. He was reacting like a teenager with no control over himself. He took a deep breath. "I am sure they will," he said. Then he summoned the elf and had him bring parchment, quill and ink. He wrote a short note and then sent the elf on an errand to a Potion Shop in Diagon Alley.
"I wouldn't want to see myself," Harry whispered, leaning over the plate of food and picking up his toast.
"Because of the way you look? Or does something else bother you?" Draco asked.
"I'm disgusting," Harry said, staring hard at the table top. "A disgusting filthy whore." He said it casually, having heard it so many times that he couldn't help but believe that it was true.
Draco shivered, a cold chill racing down his spine. For a moment, he was so stunned that he didn't know what to say or do. He turned in his chair so that he was fully facing Harry now. "Why would you say that?" he asked as softly as he could.
"It's true ... you're only good for one thing, Potter," Harry mumbled, squeezing his eyes shut as he repeated the words he heard, his voice becoming like a low hiss that was disturbingly similar to someone else's. "Put that mouth to good use for once, whore."
The mimic of Voldemort's voice brought another shudder to Draco, and a spike of fear and anger so strong he had to hold on to the table for a long minute to get control of himself. He had read the reports, he reminded himself. Harry had been held captive by Voldemort. The knowledge of what the Dark Lord must have done to Harry made the food in Draco's stomach feel like rocks. "Potter," he whispered, trying to get the man's attention. When he didn't turn toward him, Draco reached a hand out and cupped Potter's chin, gently turning his face so he could look into his eyes.
Harry shuddered, the memory of long clawed fingers overwhelming the sensations of Malfoy's gentle touch. He opened his eyes slowly and looked at Malfoy, his eyes darker as he hissed softly. "Does that hurt? Yesss ...” Harry began shaking, dropping the toast in his hand.
"You are not what He said," Draco said firmly, anger still in his eyes. "You never were."
Harry closed his eyes again and it was gone, whatever it was that had come over him. "Never get away," he mumbled in his own voice now, opening his eyes and looking at Malfoy, his eyes dull again.
"You got away," Draco insisted. "You killed the monster that did those things to you."
"Can I go to the loo?" Harry asked softly, pulling his chin out of Malfoy's hand.
Draco sighed, pulling his hand back. "Sure, this is your home," he said.
Harry stood up quickly and looked around before leaving the dining room and trying to get to the nearest bathroom before he had yet another accident.
Draco followed him, not sure if it was safe to leave him unattended. He stood outside the door.
Using the bathroom quickly, Harry then turned on the faucet and let the water run. He sniffled and leaned over the sink, feeling the tears burn his eyes before he let them spill, beginning to sob quietly.
Draco leaned against the wall beside the door, listening and not knowing if he should stay there and give the man privacy or knock.
Once the tears started, Harry couldn't get them to stop. He crumpled to the floor after a few minutes, pulling his knees up to his chest and rocking, trying his best to muffle the sounds of his sobs.
Draco couldn't take it any more. He knocked on the door. "Potter, can I come in?"
Harry looked up at the door, but didn't reply, sniffing pitifully.
Draco let out a heavy sigh and then opened the door, looking inside. He saw the man curled up on the floor and then knelt down beside him again. He Summoned a handkerchief and handed it to Potter.
Harry took it and wiped at his face, even as more tears continued to spill out of his eyes. He wished he knew what he wanted and needed in order to get better again.
Draco was on one knee again but settled down to both now, resting his body on his legs. He felt like apologising but he knew that getting Potter to face what had happened was his job.
Harry sniffled and sighed, the tears finally lessening. His arms tightened, and for the first time in a while, he wished he could get a hug.
Draco had a momentary flash that it was ironic that it was Potter crying in the bathroom this time, but he found no delight in the fact. He just hoped he could figure out a way to help. "Potter," he whispered. "I am right here."
Harry looked over at him and bit his lip softly. "Can you I mean, would you hold me?" he asked quietly, his voice barely loud enough to hear. "Please ...?”
Draco swallowed hard. The man was asking him to do what his arms felt like they literally ached to do. He nodded and shifted, leaning forward and putting an arm around Potter's shoulders, his other hand resting on the man's knees.
Harry let go of his knees and shifted closer into Malfoy's arms, letting himself fall against him.
Draco clenched his teeth on the moan that threatened to fall from his lips with the feeling of Potter in his arms. He tried to remind himself he was only offering comfort to a patient. It just felt amazingly good.
Harry sighed deeply, pressing his face against Malfoy's chest and breathing in. It felt so good to finally be held by someone like this who apparently didn't want anything in return.
Draco wrapped both arms around the man, rocking him slightly. "You are safe now," he assured him. "He can never hurt you or anyone else again. You made sure of that."
Harry couldn't remember how, but it didn't matter now. He felt safe. Safe in Draco Malfoy's arms, of all people.
Draco closed his eyes, cheek pressed against the fuzzy hair on Potter's head, and the man relaxed in his arms, curling up against him. After a few minutes, Draco whispered, "Potter?" He drew back when he didn't get a reply and realised the other man was dozing. He was so tempted to kiss the man's forehead he pursed his lips in a frown. "Let's get you off the floor," he said.
Harry woke up when Malfoy shifted, feeling exhausted from the crying and not really wanting to move.
"Come on," Draco said, getting to his knees and pulling the man with him. "You can nap on the sofa in the sitting room if you like."
"With you," Harry murmured, slowly getting up.
Draco turned off the faucet, then led the man back to the sitting room and settled him on the sofa. Kreacher shuffled into the room, holding a paper bag. "Kreacher gots it," he said, bowing to the blond.
Harry had no idea what the elf was talking about. He ignored Kreacher, lying down on the couch and getting comfortable next to Malfoy.
Draco suddenly found Potter's feet pressed against his thighs and he stilled for a minute. Then Draco shrugged and relaxed, taking the bag from the elf and sending it to get him a book from their room.
The sofa was really hard to get comfortable on. Harry sat back up after a few minutes and laid down the other way, this time with his head next to Malfoy's thighs.
Kreacher scowled at Harry when he handed Draco the book he had brought back and Draco had to resist the urge to hex the elf. He sent it away to clean their room.
Despite falling asleep quickly in the bathroom, Harry couldn't do so as easily now, thinking that he was missing something. He lifted his shoulders and moved up a little, slowly resting his head in Malfoy's lap. He waited to see if Malfoy would push him away, bracing himself for it.
Draco shifted his book to the other hand when Potter moved and, for a moment, was at a loss with what to do with his arm on the side near Potter. He laid it back along the sofa. Then he tried to read, tried to ignore the warmth of the man's face pressed against his thigh.
When Malfoy didn't push him away, Harry closed his eyes and relaxed, falling asleep within a few minutes.
***
Harry grunted softly and curled up a little, pressing his cheek against the cold stone floor of the room. He was still burning up, the pleasure almost completely taken over by the pain that accompanied it.
Lucius was leaning over Voldemort's chair, kissing him. Harry watched in horror, feeling disgusted with himself when he felt yet another spike of arousal. After a minute of slick kisses and soft sounds, Lucius drew back and then dropped gracefully to his knees in front of Voldemort. His soft white hair contrasted with the black silk of his gown as he tossed it back out of his way and bent to bring his mouth to the Dark Lord's erection.
Harry closed his eyes, but the image stayed in his mind, a small groan of pleasure escaping him. He wanted to be touched like Lucius was touching Voldemort, but at the same time he was revolted by the idea of who it was. He rocked back and forth on the floor, body shuddering in need.
Harry heard slurping sounds and Voldemort groaned in pleasure. The sounds were obscene – wet sounds from Lucius while he sucked and hummed, and hissing pants coming from Voldemort. Harry rolled over on his side so that his back was facing the pair, but he could still hear every single sound that was made. And he hated the way it was making his entire body ache. Harry curled up as tightly as he could, his cock painfully hard. He didn't even want to look at it, afraid of what colour it would be, instead he looked back over his shoulder at the pair, even with all the sounds and his mind telling him not to.
He saw Lucius' mouth sliding up and down Voldemort's cock, wet and glistening. The Dark Lord's hand resting on the back of the man's blond head. After a minute, Voldemort said, "Now," and Lucius slid himself back up until he was standing. He let the black silk robe slither to the ground until he stood naked, arousal jutting from his lean, pale body.
Lucius Summoned his wand then and cast a charm on himself before turning around, with his back to the Dark Lord. He backed up and Voldemort reached to hold both his hips, spreading his arse. Then Lucius bent his knees, sitting down. Harry saw the Dark Lord angle his cock to press it to Lucius' arse and heard the man gasp as he settled onto it. Lucius began to moan softly as he rotated his hips and Voldemort's fingers guided his movements.
Harry's eyes widened and he couldn't help but stare, never having seen something like this, let alone having it done right in front of him. The worst part was that he felt his entire body shiver at the thought of how good it must feel ... if the look on Lucius' face was any indication. Harry couldn't help the small moan that escaped him as well, swallowing hard and trying to tell himself to look away, but he just couldn't.
Both men looked over at Harry's sound and Voldemort smiled. "Come here, Harry," he told him.
Harry bit his lip and shook his head, but he found himself getting up on his hands and knees, crawling slowly toward Voldemort and Lucius.
Voldemort slid a hand around Lucius' hip and down to run his fingers over the man's arousal. Lucius gasped. "Touch it, whore," Voldemort encouraged. "I know you want to."
"No," Harry whispered, his hands clenching into fists.
"Your skin practically crawls with need by now," Lucius taunted.
It was. It was making Harry tremble with the effort of not just reaching out to touch one of them. "I don't want to," Harry insisted, but he found himself reaching out, hesitantly touching Lucius' thigh. Touching Lucius seemed to ease some of the pain in Harry. Lucius arched his eyebrow at him, wriggling his arse in Voldemort's lap. Harry sighed in relief, his eyes sliding shut as he began to gently rub Lucius' thigh, shuddering.
Lucius reached up and grabbed Harry's hair again, tugging him closer. Harry could tell where this was going again, but he didn't fight it this time, craving anything that would just make the pain stop. Lucius pulled Harry's head forward to his own cock until the glistening head was pressed to the young man's lips and Harry swallowed the last of whatever dignity he had as he opened his mouth, letting Lucius' cock slip inside.
"Yes, suck him, whore," Voldemort encouraged, thrusting up into Lucius at the same time. Lucius' fingers tightened in Harry's hair and he moaned. Harry winced, but he tightened his lips around Lucius and began to suck, the pain receding as he did.
"Yesss," Lucius hissed as he began to fuck Harry's mouth as he also fucked himself on Voldemort's cock.
Harry tried his best to keep up, even when Lucius' cock slipped into his throat a few times, making him cough. The edge of his glasses were digging into the bridge of his nose and he couldn't pull back to catch his breath, not with the other man gripping his hair so tightly. Lucius continued to thrust into Harry's mouth, both he and Voldemort sighing and moaning now.
"Yes, Harry, suck him," the Dark Lord hissed. "That's what you're good for, slut. All you're good for."
Harry's throat and jaw were beginning to hurt him, but at least the pain wasn’t as bad as it was before in the rest of his body. He sucked the best he could. It wasn’t like he had ever done this before.
Lucius growled and Harry's mouth was flooded with his seed as the man bucked in Voldemort's lap. Voldemort hissed and moaned, too. Harry choked but didn't swallow, letting the bitter liquid leak out of the sides of his mouth as he waited for Lucius' grip to loosen so he could pull back.
Lucius sighed, releasing Harry and leaning back against the Dark Lord who wrapped both arms around the blond. Harry pulled back a little reluctantly, afraid that now that he wasn't touching Lucius, the pain would come back. He turned his head to the side and spat out what was in it.
After a few minutes in which the other two men's breathing calmed, Harry felt the pain growing again. His skin seemed to pulse with his cock, which, having had no release of its own, was red and weeping.
Lucius stood up, Summoned his wand again and cast Cleaning Charms on himself and his Master. Then he sauntered over to the table and poured them both glasses of wine. He handed one to his Master and stood beside the chair, leaning on the back and contemplating Harry. "You will beg us, you know," he said casually.
"Beg you for what?" Harry managed to mumble, pulling off his glasses to rub his eyes tiredly from where he sat on the floor.
Lucius laughed. "For anything, for everything."
Harry shook his head and looked down, feeling as though the pain was increasing with every breath he took. "Never," he gasped, slowly falling onto his side, pressing his cheek to the stone.