A Civil Union
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Lucius
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
19
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47,033
Reviews:
72
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chapter 9
Title: A Civil Union, chapter 9
Summary:Feelings.
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JK Rowling.
Lucius' POV
I can not fully describe what it was like standing in my office in Roberts' arms.
I knew rationally that it was only one night we had been feuding. One night that I had refused him my bed, refused to sleep next to him. It felt like much, much longer. I held him close to me, wrapping my arms around him, as he did me, both of us aware of an edge of desperation. I needed the feel of his strong body against mine. Needed his strength. Needed it like I needed my next breath. From the power in his embrace, he felt the need, too. His chest was snug against mine, the swell of it so familiar, only a little lower than mine, as he was the shorter of us, I could tuck his chin into my shoulder. I could rock him against me.
I tried to analyze my jumbled feelings as I became aware of them. I was acting as if I had reconciled with a much beloved spouse after a painful fight. Not like a fight with a friend. The intensity of the fight had been too great. More like I had been betrayed by a lover. And now was reconciling. Forgiving, being forgiven in return.
It was beyond me to know how I could have such feelings for him. I was a man and he was most definitely a very masculine man. I was attracted to women, their softness, their scent their curves and hidden valleys. As was he.
I had no sexual feelings for Roberts. I did however want to hug him, sleep with him, talk with him, spend my time with him, perhaps even kiss him. I had to admit he was rightly the closest thing I had to a husband. He and Benjamin. Though Benjamin, while a tad more beefy, and even more visually male, was the more wifely of the two. I had, for all intents and purposes, a husband and a wife already. I just had not recognized it. How did Harry Potter fit into the already complicated mix? Could he fit at all?
I thought about it as I hugged Roberts to me, as I stroked his pale hair. His face was against mine, my cheek to his forehead. His voice a low croon without words puffing out to shiver along my neck. His hands running up and down my back and sides as if he could not hold them still, soothing, and touching, reconfirming and balancing me. Much more than I'd do with a man who was only my friend. Petting at my loosed hair, his fingers smoothing it down. And I didn't object to the touch. I craved it. I wanted it. I was wishing I could go back to last night and ask him to bed with me. Roll into his loose sleepy embrace and just....sleep.
If I disregarded the fact that Benjamin, Roberts and I did not have sex, did not desire one another that way, then I would say, yes, we were married, or as close to it as was possible for three men who had been nothing but heterosexual all their lives.
We made a home and a life together, we slept together, filled each others' days and nights. Did each others laundry. Tended one another's hurts. I loved to touch them and when I could not have their touch, I mourned, I suffered. A valuable lesson to learn. I did love them.
While Roberts and I embraced, and I struggled with my epiphany, I heard Harry, his voice low, and not in the least intrusive. He spoke to us both, I saw him a mere foot away, his face warm and open. He had a smile on his face, and a look near awe while he watched us holding one another.
"You are touching him now, so I can hug him now, right?" Harry Potter asked my Companion. Moving that little bit closer. Raising his slender but strong arms questioningly.
I heard Roberts murmur in return. Potter slid his arms around us both, hugging tight. With honest feeling. He wanted to hold us both. Hold us together.
I had time to think, 'now that is weird.' Then I was experiencing Harry's thoughts. Not words, or sentences, but emotions, feelings, intentions. I was astounded to know he cared for me, wanted me happy, thought I deserved it. Thought I was a beautiful person, and such a beautiful, beautiful man. Harry Potter, the man who was being forced to marry me unwillingly, unsolicited, desired me. Harry Potter was straight, but he had no hesitation admitting to himself he wanted me, found me desirable. I don't know why it was such a shock. It staggered me.
I pulled back enough to look down at him, his green eyes, deep and shining, to see that he was still smiling, and I put my arm around him, pulled him nearer. He was so small, so slight. He was smaller than my former wife, Narcissa.
I wondered just what I was going to do with a legal male spouse. Essentially a third husband. Or, I thought irreverently, two husbands, that would be Harry and Roberts, and one wife, Benjamin. I wondered just how Benjamin would take to being the wife of the bunch.
ne'ichan
faestion1@yahoo.com
Summary:Feelings.
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JK Rowling.
Lucius' POV
I can not fully describe what it was like standing in my office in Roberts' arms.
I knew rationally that it was only one night we had been feuding. One night that I had refused him my bed, refused to sleep next to him. It felt like much, much longer. I held him close to me, wrapping my arms around him, as he did me, both of us aware of an edge of desperation. I needed the feel of his strong body against mine. Needed his strength. Needed it like I needed my next breath. From the power in his embrace, he felt the need, too. His chest was snug against mine, the swell of it so familiar, only a little lower than mine, as he was the shorter of us, I could tuck his chin into my shoulder. I could rock him against me.
I tried to analyze my jumbled feelings as I became aware of them. I was acting as if I had reconciled with a much beloved spouse after a painful fight. Not like a fight with a friend. The intensity of the fight had been too great. More like I had been betrayed by a lover. And now was reconciling. Forgiving, being forgiven in return.
It was beyond me to know how I could have such feelings for him. I was a man and he was most definitely a very masculine man. I was attracted to women, their softness, their scent their curves and hidden valleys. As was he.
I had no sexual feelings for Roberts. I did however want to hug him, sleep with him, talk with him, spend my time with him, perhaps even kiss him. I had to admit he was rightly the closest thing I had to a husband. He and Benjamin. Though Benjamin, while a tad more beefy, and even more visually male, was the more wifely of the two. I had, for all intents and purposes, a husband and a wife already. I just had not recognized it. How did Harry Potter fit into the already complicated mix? Could he fit at all?
I thought about it as I hugged Roberts to me, as I stroked his pale hair. His face was against mine, my cheek to his forehead. His voice a low croon without words puffing out to shiver along my neck. His hands running up and down my back and sides as if he could not hold them still, soothing, and touching, reconfirming and balancing me. Much more than I'd do with a man who was only my friend. Petting at my loosed hair, his fingers smoothing it down. And I didn't object to the touch. I craved it. I wanted it. I was wishing I could go back to last night and ask him to bed with me. Roll into his loose sleepy embrace and just....sleep.
If I disregarded the fact that Benjamin, Roberts and I did not have sex, did not desire one another that way, then I would say, yes, we were married, or as close to it as was possible for three men who had been nothing but heterosexual all their lives.
We made a home and a life together, we slept together, filled each others' days and nights. Did each others laundry. Tended one another's hurts. I loved to touch them and when I could not have their touch, I mourned, I suffered. A valuable lesson to learn. I did love them.
While Roberts and I embraced, and I struggled with my epiphany, I heard Harry, his voice low, and not in the least intrusive. He spoke to us both, I saw him a mere foot away, his face warm and open. He had a smile on his face, and a look near awe while he watched us holding one another.
"You are touching him now, so I can hug him now, right?" Harry Potter asked my Companion. Moving that little bit closer. Raising his slender but strong arms questioningly.
I heard Roberts murmur in return. Potter slid his arms around us both, hugging tight. With honest feeling. He wanted to hold us both. Hold us together.
I had time to think, 'now that is weird.' Then I was experiencing Harry's thoughts. Not words, or sentences, but emotions, feelings, intentions. I was astounded to know he cared for me, wanted me happy, thought I deserved it. Thought I was a beautiful person, and such a beautiful, beautiful man. Harry Potter, the man who was being forced to marry me unwillingly, unsolicited, desired me. Harry Potter was straight, but he had no hesitation admitting to himself he wanted me, found me desirable. I don't know why it was such a shock. It staggered me.
I pulled back enough to look down at him, his green eyes, deep and shining, to see that he was still smiling, and I put my arm around him, pulled him nearer. He was so small, so slight. He was smaller than my former wife, Narcissa.
I wondered just what I was going to do with a legal male spouse. Essentially a third husband. Or, I thought irreverently, two husbands, that would be Harry and Roberts, and one wife, Benjamin. I wondered just how Benjamin would take to being the wife of the bunch.
ne'ichan
faestion1@yahoo.com