A Civil Union
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Adult ++
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47,032
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chapter 8
Title:A Civil Union, chapter 8
Warnings:m/m in spirit now, in the flesh later
Summary: The tension builds, and eases.
Disclaimer: The recognizable characters belong to JK Rowling. The OC's belong to me.
Roberts had helped Lucius to get into bed, taking care of getting him to the bathroom and back without too much pain, retrieving his night clothes and the laundry. He remained silent, not trying to force Lucius to speak. Then he had left.
An hour later, Benjamin brought a dinner tray up to his room, and Lucius ate, reading his usually ignored copy of Wizard's Weekly. He also ignored the opportunity Benjamin tried to give him to break the icy correctness that had grown between them.
"Sir, we should do the spell for your ankle now. I can go get Roberts..." The tall, tanned auror offered, standing beside the bed. His shoulders squared.
"No, that is not necessary, Benjamin. Good night." Lucius told him, formally. Not looking up. Concentrating on his paper.
The bans were published, alright. Front page, above the fold. Complete with a doctored photo of Harry Potter and himself, Potter leaning against Lucius, a ridiculously smitten look on his face as he gazed up at the much taller man. The picture shifted, showing him and Harry nuzzling lovingly. Hmmm. He was too irritated at the moment to explore the strange rush he felt at seeing the nuzzling.
It was Roberts who came to pick up the tray and help Lucius to the bathroom again. They were polite, but that was all, wasting no words. When he'd left, Lucius took the opportunity to do a small healing spell on himself. No wand, he thought bitterly. But the spell was adequate. He could limp around the room, without the screaming agonies.
Roberts returned later, dressed in his bronze pajamas, the ones that made his blond hair shine, moving to put out the lights, his intentions clear, but Malfoy dismissed him with, "That will be all Roberts."
Roberts hesitated, an uncertain look on his handsome features. When Lucius stonily ignored him he did leave. Closing the door softly behind himself. His steps moving down the hall were rapid, not the confident measured tread Lucius was used to hearing. But Lucius just couldn't deal with the man next to him as he slept. Not while he remembered the man was his guard, duly assigned by the court. They had not come together as friends. Roberts was one of his jailers. One he was forced to sleep with nightly. Well, for this one night he would not.
In the morning Lucius felt as he had expected. Awful. His head pounded. His body ached. His foot throbbed. His temper was bleak. He lay in bed and contemplated the day. His whole body screeched at him for not letting Roberts sleep next to him. He was overloaded, as bad as he'd ever been.
Work. He had to get up first, wash and dress, then eat without throwing up. He had to, at some point, touch one of the men who were here to prevent this overload from happening. When he didn't stop them from doing their job. He just didn't like to be reminded that they were his keepers first and only then his friends. And that, if he broke the strictures of his court order, he would be turned in to the Azkaban authorities, by the very men he thought of as his closest friends.
So, he had to touch one of them. It was too dangerous not to, not only to himself but to others he'd be around today. Right now, he really didn't want to be near either of them. Groaning he sat up. A tentative knock sounded at the door, before it opened, and Benjamin slipped in.
The younger man didn't ask if Lucius needed help, He simply walked over to the bed and put his hand on Lucius' bare arm. Immediately, Lucius felt better as the overload bled away. Lucius didn't look into the shorter man's eyes this time. He didn't want to see the power moving through those dark eyes as Benjamin drained Lucius' excess magic into himself. He nodded in the general direction of the other man and stood, his larger frame crowding the auror back.
"Thank you, Benjamin." Lucius said in a tone that was clearly a dismissal.
"Sir..." Benjamin ventured, his face pleading, his hand falling reluctantly down to his side.
"I will be fine now. I don't require any additional help this morning. Thank you." Lucius said firmly.
"Yes, sir." Benjamin said, his face stricken. He hurried out.
Breakfast was a trial. Lucius was not rude, he was unfailingly polite, however the usual easy camaraderie was absent. Talk was minimal. Roberts looked down at his plate for most of the meal. Benjamin looked off into space. Lucius ate unhurriedly, but didn't linger as was his habit.
"Sir," Benjamin ventured halfway through his eggs. "We spoke to Mr.Potter last night. May I fill you in on what was said?"
"No, thank you, Benjamin. Perhaps later. Now is not a good time." Lucius replied as he folded his napkin and rose from the table.
Apparating to the office instead of taking the early morning walk meant Lucius' temper was even shorter. The walk always managed to relax him, prepare him for the day. He missed having Roberts hand on his arm as they strolled leisurely to the office. He moved immediately to his inner sanctum.
"Cancel the day's scheduled appointments." He told Roberts who was silent behind him. "I won't be seeing business clients today." Then he went into his office and closed the door. He had some calls to make. He stayed in the office, on the calls until lunch time rolled around. He sipped his cold coffee. Stared at the walls, thinking. Not wanting to go out and deal with people, not even for lunch. Lucius let the tie in his hair out, he ran his hands through his hair, rubbing at his aching skull.
A knock sounded at the door and before Lucius could call out to find out who it was, the door opened and Harry Potter entered. His face was serious, concerned. He approached the desk and sat in the chair in front of it. His large green eyes were intent. He spoke.
"If I could, I'd hug you now. Benjamin and Roberts told me some of it last night. As much as they could, they said. It must be so difficult living like that. I am so sorry. You are a very strong man Lucius Malfoy." Harry said without preamble.
As suddenly as that, Lucius felt his fists clench. In seconds he was shaking. Rage, pain, fear, and loss crowded in on him. He must have looked bad, because Potter regained his feet in a heartbeat, spending one moment of uncertainty as if he wanted to run to Lucius, before running instead to the door shouting for Roberts.
Roberts was in the office in a flash, face full of tense concern, Lucius had a moment to think, he is more than my jailer. He is my friend. Then Roberts' arms were around him, and because it was the only flesh exposed, the other man pressed their faces together, urgently, hands tangling in Lucius' long blond hair.
Lucius was startled when he felt moisture on the face next to his. Roberts was crying?
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Warnings:m/m in spirit now, in the flesh later
Summary: The tension builds, and eases.
Disclaimer: The recognizable characters belong to JK Rowling. The OC's belong to me.
Roberts had helped Lucius to get into bed, taking care of getting him to the bathroom and back without too much pain, retrieving his night clothes and the laundry. He remained silent, not trying to force Lucius to speak. Then he had left.
An hour later, Benjamin brought a dinner tray up to his room, and Lucius ate, reading his usually ignored copy of Wizard's Weekly. He also ignored the opportunity Benjamin tried to give him to break the icy correctness that had grown between them.
"Sir, we should do the spell for your ankle now. I can go get Roberts..." The tall, tanned auror offered, standing beside the bed. His shoulders squared.
"No, that is not necessary, Benjamin. Good night." Lucius told him, formally. Not looking up. Concentrating on his paper.
The bans were published, alright. Front page, above the fold. Complete with a doctored photo of Harry Potter and himself, Potter leaning against Lucius, a ridiculously smitten look on his face as he gazed up at the much taller man. The picture shifted, showing him and Harry nuzzling lovingly. Hmmm. He was too irritated at the moment to explore the strange rush he felt at seeing the nuzzling.
It was Roberts who came to pick up the tray and help Lucius to the bathroom again. They were polite, but that was all, wasting no words. When he'd left, Lucius took the opportunity to do a small healing spell on himself. No wand, he thought bitterly. But the spell was adequate. He could limp around the room, without the screaming agonies.
Roberts returned later, dressed in his bronze pajamas, the ones that made his blond hair shine, moving to put out the lights, his intentions clear, but Malfoy dismissed him with, "That will be all Roberts."
Roberts hesitated, an uncertain look on his handsome features. When Lucius stonily ignored him he did leave. Closing the door softly behind himself. His steps moving down the hall were rapid, not the confident measured tread Lucius was used to hearing. But Lucius just couldn't deal with the man next to him as he slept. Not while he remembered the man was his guard, duly assigned by the court. They had not come together as friends. Roberts was one of his jailers. One he was forced to sleep with nightly. Well, for this one night he would not.
In the morning Lucius felt as he had expected. Awful. His head pounded. His body ached. His foot throbbed. His temper was bleak. He lay in bed and contemplated the day. His whole body screeched at him for not letting Roberts sleep next to him. He was overloaded, as bad as he'd ever been.
Work. He had to get up first, wash and dress, then eat without throwing up. He had to, at some point, touch one of the men who were here to prevent this overload from happening. When he didn't stop them from doing their job. He just didn't like to be reminded that they were his keepers first and only then his friends. And that, if he broke the strictures of his court order, he would be turned in to the Azkaban authorities, by the very men he thought of as his closest friends.
So, he had to touch one of them. It was too dangerous not to, not only to himself but to others he'd be around today. Right now, he really didn't want to be near either of them. Groaning he sat up. A tentative knock sounded at the door, before it opened, and Benjamin slipped in.
The younger man didn't ask if Lucius needed help, He simply walked over to the bed and put his hand on Lucius' bare arm. Immediately, Lucius felt better as the overload bled away. Lucius didn't look into the shorter man's eyes this time. He didn't want to see the power moving through those dark eyes as Benjamin drained Lucius' excess magic into himself. He nodded in the general direction of the other man and stood, his larger frame crowding the auror back.
"Thank you, Benjamin." Lucius said in a tone that was clearly a dismissal.
"Sir..." Benjamin ventured, his face pleading, his hand falling reluctantly down to his side.
"I will be fine now. I don't require any additional help this morning. Thank you." Lucius said firmly.
"Yes, sir." Benjamin said, his face stricken. He hurried out.
Breakfast was a trial. Lucius was not rude, he was unfailingly polite, however the usual easy camaraderie was absent. Talk was minimal. Roberts looked down at his plate for most of the meal. Benjamin looked off into space. Lucius ate unhurriedly, but didn't linger as was his habit.
"Sir," Benjamin ventured halfway through his eggs. "We spoke to Mr.Potter last night. May I fill you in on what was said?"
"No, thank you, Benjamin. Perhaps later. Now is not a good time." Lucius replied as he folded his napkin and rose from the table.
Apparating to the office instead of taking the early morning walk meant Lucius' temper was even shorter. The walk always managed to relax him, prepare him for the day. He missed having Roberts hand on his arm as they strolled leisurely to the office. He moved immediately to his inner sanctum.
"Cancel the day's scheduled appointments." He told Roberts who was silent behind him. "I won't be seeing business clients today." Then he went into his office and closed the door. He had some calls to make. He stayed in the office, on the calls until lunch time rolled around. He sipped his cold coffee. Stared at the walls, thinking. Not wanting to go out and deal with people, not even for lunch. Lucius let the tie in his hair out, he ran his hands through his hair, rubbing at his aching skull.
A knock sounded at the door and before Lucius could call out to find out who it was, the door opened and Harry Potter entered. His face was serious, concerned. He approached the desk and sat in the chair in front of it. His large green eyes were intent. He spoke.
"If I could, I'd hug you now. Benjamin and Roberts told me some of it last night. As much as they could, they said. It must be so difficult living like that. I am so sorry. You are a very strong man Lucius Malfoy." Harry said without preamble.
As suddenly as that, Lucius felt his fists clench. In seconds he was shaking. Rage, pain, fear, and loss crowded in on him. He must have looked bad, because Potter regained his feet in a heartbeat, spending one moment of uncertainty as if he wanted to run to Lucius, before running instead to the door shouting for Roberts.
Roberts was in the office in a flash, face full of tense concern, Lucius had a moment to think, he is more than my jailer. He is my friend. Then Roberts' arms were around him, and because it was the only flesh exposed, the other man pressed their faces together, urgently, hands tangling in Lucius' long blond hair.
Lucius was startled when he felt moisture on the face next to his. Roberts was crying?
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