Furry Magic

Title: Furry Magic, chapter 76

Disclaimer: I do not own HP.


Lucius watched as the young man licked the raw scratches decorating the long, muscular legs that were parted accommodatingly for him, His two hands, small and square with long, agile fingers, were clutched around the thick wrists he held. Graeme's eyes had locked onto Lucius as soon as he entered, but the third had said nothing, didn't move or try to free himself, not alerting Harry that the king was here.

The thick, raven curls were plastered to Harry's wet cheeks, he could smell the tang of sweat and arousal, Lucius thought the youth was the most beautiful sight he had seen, holding Graeme's wrists, flushed with heat, panting, his tongue flicking out, lapping at Graeme's skin, his flesh, rubbing his face along the powerful thighs and groin. Ignoring the erection that was tautly pressed, straining, against the third's abdomen. Lucius bared his fangs soundlessly and stepped nearer.

The big hand in his hair took a moment to register. Then Harry spun around, coming face to face with Lucius. He gasped, wanting to blurt out an apology, to beg for forgiveness, but it wasn't censure or accusation that was in the king's expression. Lucius forced the youth back down, until he lay sprawled on top of Graeme. Then the big man followed him down. Lucius transferred his gaze from huge, emerald green ones to the dark blue eyes.

"Your timing could use some work." Graeme muttered from under Harry, actually not minding that Harry's nicely rounded buttocks were pressed down on his pelvis. He made himself lay still, waiting for his king to speak, the only action he took was to wrap his arms around Harry's torso to steady him. Lucius' eyes blazed, his lips thinning, and Graeme wished he had not made even that small joke. His king was in no mood for it.

"You were going to allow him to be alpha?" Lucius asked, his speech clipped and very precise. Rarely a good sign. "You were going to submit to him?"

"Yes." Graeme said, forehead wrinkling as he realized his king was very angry, barely controlling his temper. Then, it, the anger, won free....a bit.

"NO." The king growled. "Not this time and not ever, until I tell you."

"Yes, my king." Graeme murmured, canting his head a little to the side, baring his throat, trying to soothe his king, laying trapped under the Chosen. He was surprised to have his king protest. He was not prepared for the very clear anger in the other man. Lucius leaned down, his second hand fisting in Graeme's hair, twisting hard. Harry moved a tiny bit off to one side.

"I do not want my Chosen going to you or to any other for something I can not give him. I will never lay under him, I will never beta for him." Lucius ground out. "And you will not either. He is not alpha." He shook his third by the fistful of hair.

"Yes, my king." Graeme returned, pushing down his shock. Lucius shoved Harry further to the side, coming to rest fully on top of Graeme. He was hard, erect, dominant. Fierce.

"Did I offer him to you?" Lucius snarled. Graeme blinked. Some how he knew that the offers of the past were not what Lucius was asking him about. That, in the king's mind, they did not stand, had no relevance here and now. He shook his head the little that was allowed him in the tight grip.

"No, my king." He whispered, knowing he was on uncharted ground, that he had to learn the new rules or suffer. "I presumed."

"You wish to usurp what is mine?" Lucius hissed at him, bringing their faces very close. His strong grip hard, and still caressing. "Are you challenging me, my third?" His pale eyes glittered. He shared the vision of his lethal teeth again.

"No, my king." Graeme whispered, again. He fought down the urge to free himself. His heart was pounding. Adrenaline rushing, wanting him to move, to react, to respond and defend. And he would have, if this was not his king who crouched over him.

"Then show me that you are not. Submit to me, not to this boy. Take the risk with me, where you will not be in control. Where I will take what I want, not what you deign to give me." Lucius demanded, in the guise of asking. Graeme knew there wasn't really a choice. He lifted his chin, letting the other man see the unprotected length, the pulse at his carotid.

"I serve you my king." Graeme responded, wide-eyed. breath coming short. "Take what you will, alpha." He was ready, but it seemed someone else was not. Harry was shaking with terror, yet bravely tried to intervene.

"Lucius, Lucius. Wait." Harry was recovered enough to pull on the were-leopard king's arm. Diverting his aim. "What are you doing? Don't hurt him. Not over me."

"You defend him? When he was taking what was mine without my leave?" The king asked, dangerously low, eyes hooded, menacing. If he was not the Chosen, not beloved, then Graeme would have been truly fearful for his safety. As it was, he didn't want the young man hurt.

"What? You have made it very clear that you wanted him to do this with me. You want him to have sex with me. Are you denying it?" Harry was incredulous. His voice rose an octave, ringing with his surprise.

"Harry." Graeme hissed, urgently, "shut up." Lucius had rounded on the boy, still straddling Graeme, but his attention fixed on Harry, now. And Harry didn't understand what this was, what this play meant, how it was necessary for king and third to play out between them.

"You seek to challenge me?" Lucius rumbled, warningly. His head tilted to the side watching with predatory eyes, waiting for the answer.

"No, no my king." Graeme squirmed under the larger man. "He does not. I am here, my king, let me serve. Let me show you, you are my alpha." Graeme was determined to keep Lucius' focus on him, not on the vulnerable boy. The young one who didn't know when he was playing with fire. Harry looked baffled, but determined, his brow wrinkling, sensing the under currents at play, but not grasping them entirely. His nervous, pink tongue lapped at his lips, and Graeme nearly groaned aloud at the sight. It also drew the king's interest. Not so good.

"You are my king." Graeme said with quiet conviction that at last succeeded in drawing Lucius' attention fully back to him. Lucius let his fangs extend slowly, long and longer, Harry watched in fascination, understanding viscerally that this display was different, far more frightening than the quick transformations from human to fighting leopard. This was on the edge of control. He gasped. That brought the king's eyes back to roam over him.

Graeme ground his teeth in frustration. He turned under Lucius, pulling his hair to one side, baring his back. He shifted his hips, undulating. It had been a long time since Lucius had asked for this, but Graeme remembered how his king liked it.

The ice-grey eyes focused on the long lines of muscle displayed before him, the very broad, intimidatingly powerful shoulders, marred with a few faint scratches, otherwise perfect, tapering down to the man's solid waist, and to the gloriously rounded mounds of his buttocks. Lucius growled. Graeme arched, intent on keeping his king focused. Lucius reached out with long claws.

Harry panicked, thinking Lucius was going to punish, to actually harm Graeme for something Harry had done. He tried to grab the king's arm, but to do it he had to lean across Graeme.
Graeme caught him easily in one arm, wasting no time in dragging Harry underneath him, protecting him from the distracted swipe Lucius sent in the youth's direction. The king wasn't trying to hurt his Chosen, the third knew, just to bat him out of the way, to physically scold him, and warn him off of interfering. Graeme absorbed the light smack, using the opportunity to wriggle Harry further under his own body , and to tantalize the aroused king at the same time.

"Hush. Be still. Don't defy our king." Graeme hissed into Harry's ear as the boy squirmed.

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