Tainted

VII"¦

You're filthy cute and baby you know it.
---Prince

The doors opened for him and he dashed inside, and came to a sudden halt. And he had thought the outside had been amazing, just the front room was enough to leave him speechless. The same grey stone that made the cliffs was bathed in candlelight, making it glow bronze. It seemed to be marbled with another lighter stone that seemed to sparkle, glittering back at Harry like a thousand stars.

The roof was high, strong pillars led up to arches far above him. A candelabra hung in the middle of the room, casting the glow off the walls and pillars. A great set of marbled stairs led up to a second level and two hallways off from them. Great emerald curtains covered the windows. They really did have a thing for velvet Harry thought as he looked at them.

Artwork, old and new, lined the walls, making what could have very well been a bare, intimidating room seem just that little more friendly. Some waved at him. Wizard paintings. But others were snapshots in time, catching the one single moment. This surprised Harry. Why would two people, whom he had believed hated Muggles, have Muggle paintings? Unless that had all been an act.

One of the still paintings drew Harry's attention and he walked over to it. It was a fair few years old, at least ten if Harry were to hazard a guess, and was of the three members of the Malfoy family. It seemed strange to see the three of them frozen in time. Lucius stood, looking smart in a dark forest green suit. One hand rested on the shoulder of the only woman in the picture. Unlike her husband's silver blonde hair, Narcissa Malfoy's hair was golden. It hung in fine sheets around her body. She had emerald eyes that glittered against creamy skin and the emerald dress she wore. A young Draco sat in her lap, a small hand curled around a lock of his mother's hair.

"She's beautiful," Harry breathed, staring at her image.

"She is, isn't she?" Harry hadn't even realised that Lucius was right behind him until the older man spoke. He looked up into sad grey eyes as he viewed his departed wife.

"Did she know about you and Draco?"

"No," Draco said softly from his left side. "It's not something a mother would have understood. We saved a lot of heartache by keeping it from her. She truly was a beautiful person." Both Malfoys stared at the image of her, bringing a scowl too Harry's face.

He spun so that he was looking at the two of them, emerald eyes glinting in a strange light. His hands rested on his hips, drumming slightly as he looked from one man to the next. And then he smiled, the movement pulling his lips off his teeth.

And that was all the warning either of them received.

Harry jumped, his arms wrapping around Lucius' tall frame like a monkey. He fastened his lips to Lucius', sucking the very breath from his body. Lucius stumbled back slightly as he found his arms full of a very excited Harry and a mouth full of questing tongue. He groaned hungrily as he felt the evidence of Harry's arousal press against his stomach, his hands cupping the young man's full ass.

He pulled back from the heated kiss long enough to gasp, "bedroom," thickly into the air. He barely registered the slight chuckling sound Draco made before his lips once again found Harry's. Taking off at a fast stride, he carried the light boy towards the master bedroom further into the house. Going up the stairs took much more effort then either of them had anticipated as each step Lucius took brought their cocks into contact, rubbing them against each other. The action left them both breathless as they reached the top.

And Draco helped none. When they stopped moving at the top of the stairs, his slim hand reached in between their bodies and grasped the two erections with the one hand. Harry rested his forehead against Lucius', gasping and rocking into the touch. Lucius groaned, almost melting into his son's erotic touch as he squeezed his palm around the two shafts.

And then he let go, his hand moving out from between them and the other one pushing the small of Lucius' back. "Bedroom," came his mocking voice.

Both of them growled at him. "He's your son, do something about him."

"I am, I'm about to fuck the brains out of his "˜arch nemesis'."

Harry shuddered, letting the words wash over him. "Then what are you waiting for?" He purred, threading his fingers through the fine strands of Lucius' hair and pulling his lips up to meet his. Harry could kiss like a tornado when the mood took him, and the mood had most definitely taken him.

His lips meshed with the older man below him, caressing hard as his tongue tasted him. Merlin, he tasted good, like exotic spices. With the loss of Draco's hand, he ground himself against Lucius in a maddening rhythm, bringing the two of them quickly towards completion.

Draco's hand grabbed the bottom of Harry's long hair, gently but firmly tugging his lips away from his father's. His voice took on a rough quality that indicated that he wasn't unaffected by the current goings on. "I thought I said-"

Draco didn't get a chance to finish before Harry's lips crashed into his, cutting off whatever he had been about to say. Draco was overwhelmed by the passion of the kiss as it caught him up. He took a moment, but returned the touch full force, loving the way Harry's lips parted beneath his. Their tongues met and danced.

"Bedroom!" Lucius growled, one of his arms wrapping tightly around Draco's waist and lifting the younger man as if he weighed nothing. The two of them, with their lips still fused together, were carried bodily through the halls to the said bedroom.

The bed took up most of the room, it could have comfortably fit five people with room to spare. It was old and sturdy, or at least Lucius hoped it was, a small smile spreading across his features. Goodness knows it was going to need to be. The Master bedroom was far into the cliff that the room had no windows and it's walls were the same blue grey as the outside walls. Except the candles that floated around the room gave it the same golden glow as the rest of the house. There was a fireplace in the corner that would have been lit if it had been the winter months.

Lucius dropped the two wiggling teens onto the bed, stepping back for a moment as both managed to pull themselves up onto their knees, their lips still locked, enjoying and learning each other. They were circled in each other's arms, hands tracing circles through the material of their shirts.

That was until Draco got bored and his hands grabbed the base of the turtleneck, revealing creamy skin on planes of sculptured muscles. Being a Seeker had its advantages, Lucius knew his son's body was carved the same way. As the offending piece of clothing was raised even higher strawberry nipples became hardened nubs as the cold air blasted them. Harry had to raise his arms so the top would pass easily over him and the kiss broke for a moment as it went over his head.

Only to be caught on the glasses he still wore.

Draco laughed, loving the cute flustered look that passed over the bottom of his soon to be lover's face. He kissed the blinded boy, making him groan in frustration as he tried to free himself of the constricting garment. Draco's fingers caused him to freeze in his effort as they ran from the lobe of his ear to his lips. Ghosting down his neck, they brushed over his nipples, causing a gasp to pass his lips. They travelled on downwards, circling his navel.

"I like you like this, Potter." Draco whispered, his voice dripping with lust, "so wanton. So incredibly submissive." His lips went back to the mark they had been creating earlier. "Makes me wonder why we weren't fucking earlier."

"It might have something to do with the fact that you're an arrogant prat." Harry whimpered into the air but refrained from removing the turtleneck any further. He too liked the feeling of helplessness the trapping fabric created.

Draco chuckled. "Flattery will get you fucked."

Whatever Harry had been about to say was lost as Draco's lips closed over a nipple, sucking hard. Damn it, the boy knew which buttons to press, Harry thought as his body arched and his teeth bit down on his lip, silencing the scream that had been about to erupt.

"No." Lucius murmured as his weight eased onto the bed behind Harry. "Don't hold it in, Harry, we want too hear you make as much noise as humanly possible." He had removed his velvet top, his bare torso pressing against his back as his arms wound around his front. He made a soft keening sound as Lucius' hand unbuttoned the pants, the zip coming down over his arousal.

He wore no underwear beneath them and Lucius enjoyed the fact his hand could move unrestricted beneath them. Not that it mattered as Draco and he began to ease Harry down onto the bed, tugging the pants and boots from his body. Lucius removed the turtleneck, kissing the flushed cheeks before the lips.

Harry lay naked before them, an aroused flush spread over the creamy skin. His black hair fanned around him and his full, thoroughly kissed lips were parted as his breath came out in short gasps. Harry's arousal was standing flat against his belly, begging to be touched. His arms were raised above his head, unconsciously stretching himself out before them as if he were some pagan on a sacrificial altar. He looked so completely delicious that they both had to taste him. Savour him.

Draco started at his head, kissing his eyes closed before moving on. His lips touched every piece of bare flesh they could manage, sucking here, nipping lightly there. Lucius started at his toes, taking one foot and sucking each toe between his lips, swirling them with his tongue. He moved onto the next, repeating it there as well. He kissed and nipped at his ankles, moving up the calves as Draco's lips found the second nipple. They worried at it then onwards down his body, his tongue tracing the smooth plane of flesh at his stomach.

He had to stop when he reached Harry's navel, the soft mews coming from Harry sending him quietly insane. He tongued at the freckle just above the indent, causing the sounds to go even higher. Lucius sucked softly at the pale thighs, loving the way the blood rushed too them.

As one they moved on the untouched erection. Draco's lips wrapped around the head, Lucius running his tongue down the shaft before suckling on the balls. Harry did not last under the dual assault, rising off the bed and further into Draco's mouth as he screamed, coming hard. Draco swallowed as much as he could, but some escaped, his father catching the final remnants.

They shared a sticky kiss above the collapsed Harry.

"Why aren't you two naked yet?"

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