Then He Tucked Me Into Bed

This is a first fic for me. Please R/R. You may see this posted under my other name never_tempt Thanks to keikokin for the wonderful encouragement and beta work

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Harry was ready to give up. He had lived his life according to the wants and demands of others. What had he ever done for himself? Harry sighed thinking of his life then and now. He knew he should concentrate on now and in the future. He had saved the world and now was his chance to make his own life in this “new world”.

Harry sighed again and circled the room slowly. Again. “I will find a way.” After several attempts on various items, he walked over to the plush rug in front of the fire. He toed off his shoes and socks and stepped on the carpet. It felt wonderful on his bare skin and he couldn’t help smiling and running his feet across it in small arcs. Harry began thinking again. “Hmm, this is nice. Would it be this good under my hands?” He slowly lowered himself to the rug, the way he was feeling there was no moving fast or just dropping. Harry’s hands began touching and feeling the rug as if it was a lover’s skin under his hands and he wanted to explore. Harry moaned and closed his eyes to absorb the sensations and continued stroking the rug with hands and feet and moaning.

Little did Harry know that he now had an audience that was completely absorbed in watching and listening to him. The viewer was enthralled with the sight before him. How he longed to go to Harry and just hold him but knew that was almost an impossibility. He had tried to protect Harry at every possible opportunity and still he felt like a failure. Harry was in this condition because of him and he knew the man before him would not let him back in his life. Why had he been so hasty? Why hadn’t he listened to Harry for once?

He felt the glass he was holding began to sweat. He had brought a drink for Harry, maybe as a way to at least be able to speak to him. He kept watch over Harry and remembered the feel of Harry’s hands and his feet and the rest of him. He was standing here holding a glass watching Harry stroke a carpet and was jealous. His life was pathetic and it was time for a change.

As quiet as a butterfly’s wings on the wind, he glided over to the rug and just stood watching Harry’s face and looking at the exquisite form in front of him. It wouldn’t be long now and they could move on with their lives. He shook his head and tried to figure out how to get Harry’s attention withotarttartling him. Harry didn’t need scares right now, he needed peace and rest and security. He tried his best to make sure Harry had all of that now. It was the very least he could do.

The viewer was ready. Very quietly and slowly he lowered himself to the carpet a few feet in front of Harry while his back was to the fireplace. His voice whispered “Harry” and he waited.

The emerald green eyes he loved so much slowly opened and looked at him. Harry caught his breath on a gasp. “Why are you here now?” Harry’s voice sounded almost dead to the other man and he had an urge to cry.

“Harry, I brought you some juice. I thought we might talk while you drink. Would you like something to snack on? I will get you anything you want, just tell me what it is.” The man was ready to grovel just to be allowed to be in his presence. Harry looked at the man and could see sincerity and regret written all over the face and it tugged at him. Finally.

“Just answer some questions for me after you take the first drink out of the juice.” Harry watched as the man took the drink and handed him the glass. Harry waited a minute and he took a drink. “Why did you stay away? Was it me? What did I do or not do that you wanted from me? Haven’t I always tried to please you and make you happy? Will you at least talk to me now that you’re here?” Harry didn’t realize he hadn’t given the man a chance to answer any of the questions.

The man in front of Harry shook his head and tried to smile. This sounded more like the Harry he had been missing. “Harry, what I have to say may confuse both of us even more, but I know its true in the depths of my being. I’ve only said I love you to you in my life and it scared me. When I didn’t listen to you and went about life in my own stubborn way, I hurt you and that was the last thing I wanted. I realized I was hurting you and couldn’t stand myself so I figured you couldn’t stand me anymore so I stayed away. That has been incredibly difficult knowing I had left you like that. It was never you Harry. It was my sorry existence that forced me away from you when you needed me most. Does it help to know I was a perfectly miserable prat without you and my own family avoided me? Harry, never doubt yourself, your capacity for making people their happiest is something wonderful. I only feel better about myself when I’m near you. Can you see your way into letting me back into your life?”

The man stayed still and watched Harry for a reaction. Harry lowered his head when the man in front of him had finished speaking. He knew he had always had feelings for the man and most of them, on reflection, were ones of caring and love disguised as hate. Harry had dreamed of this moment so many times. Now that it was here in front of him, he finally knew what he had to do.

Harry brought his tear stained face up and looked at the man in front of him. “You have hurt me for the last time, is that understood? I will not allow you to keep on the way we were. There have to be changes for all of us. If you can’t accept that or are too scared, make it easier on me and leave now and never return.” Harry had added a touch of hardness to his voice on the never return. He wanted there to be no mistakes this time – it was all or nothing now. He had a life to live and his lover could go with him or he would go on without him. Harry waited for a reacti
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The man swallowed hard and looked at the vision in front of him. His Harry and all he had to do was reach out a hand and accept change. It scared him, but not enough to make him give up on a life with Harry. “Harry take me back, I can’t stand being away anymore. Loving you and missing you was more torture than the Dark Lord could ever have cast upon me. For us Harry, I will change and make you happy. You know I will still be obnoxiously protective, but what’s mine I protect and love.” He reached out a hand to the face and traced a tear trail. “Harry, I will try my very hardest to make sure I do nothing to cause you tears again. You should never cry and I should never be the cause of them. May I kiss you Harry? I have so dreamed of your lips and missed them.”

Harry sucked in a breath. He had forgotten the man’s persuasive ability and missed the soft voice. It was its own caress over his body. Harry nodded slowly, his throat wouldn’t let him speak yet.

The man moved next to Harry and slowly lowered his mouth to the lips he had missed. It was a kiss that was soft and gentle and conveyed so many things between the two. It said everything both were scared to admit – they only felt complete with each other, it had been too long and they finally felt at home.

They broke off the kiss to breath and sat forehead to fead.ead. “I’ve missed you and won’t be that stupid again Harry.” The man felt his confidence returning. He moved again so he was sitting behind Harry and wrapped his arms around him and caressed Harry all over, renewing their feelings in each other. He began with slow gentle kisses on the neck, almost like a gentle spring breeze. “Harry can we move? I want to feel all of you stretched out against me.” He unwrapped himself from around Harry and stood. Harry looked at him and nodded. He scooped Harry up in his arms. “You feel so right in my arms, do you know that?’ He began walking to the other side of the room and stopped. He kissed Harry’s forehead, both eyes, nose, cheeks and chin before getting to his lips. He groaned at the contact and brought his hands to the top of Harry’s robe and began to unfasten the buttons in agonizing slowness. He finally had the robe off and stood to drink his fill of the being in front of him. “Harry you are more beautiful then I could have imagined.” His hands snaked out and ran down Harry’s arms and back up to the shoulders to start down the chest. “Harry, this is going to sound strange coming from me, but here goes. Harry, can we just lay together? I won’t push for anything more, I just need to feel you near me and know its real.” Harry nodded and his lover removed the rest of their clothes. He walked Harry around to the side of the bed and pulled back the covers. He helped Harry to sit down and went to the other side and joined Harry on the bed. “Tell me how it’s comfortable for you Harry. I will do anything to help you.”

Harry couldn’t believe this was the same man he had fought with so bitterly just weeks ago. What happened to that spark and did he really miss it? “What would make me really comfortable would be for you to show some of the spark that used to shine in your eyes. I want the old you back with just a few slight changes, you won’t even notice them but I would. Meet me in the middle of the bed and hold me and I’ll show you.”

Eager to prove himself, the lithe man moved to the center and reached for Harry. When they were finally together, Harry took one of his lover’s hands and brought it to his mouth. “I still love you, you prat. Don’t ever doubt that but I need to be me too. Part of needing to be me is being with you.” Harry lowered their hands to his chest. “Feel me” The man was more than happy to do as bid and began a slow course along the velvet skin. He reached Harry’s groin and heard him groan. “Like that?” Harry groaned again, “Keep going.” He was even happier to do as bid again. He let his hands roam as he brought his lips to Harry’s again and then they too began to roam. Harry began wiggling, trying to get closer. “Easy Harry, let me do this for you.” The man continued his exploration. His mouth moving over Harry’s chest to gently lick over his nipples and take them into his mouth for a gentle suck and taste. He heard Harry groan louder and went to the next one, eliciting a louder response this time. He continued down the exposed chest and stomach in front of him. He stopped at the navel and placed a few gentle kisses around it. He quickly found the trail of hair leading to Harry’s now erect cock and followed it with his tongue. As he got closer, he could feel Harry getting harder and squirming more. He was glad he could still cause these reactions, there may be hope yet. He let his tongue glide over the top of the erection in front of him while one of his hands gently encircled the cock. “Harry? Are you okay?” “Don’t you dare fucking stop now. I am way to close to blowing.” Harry reached out a hand and brought the face back to his weeping cockhead, hoping the man knew what he wanted now. And he did. He took Harry into his mouth and began licking and sucking like he never had before. He was gentle and just rough enough at the same time. He was enjoying this and could tell Harry was ready. He moved his hand off of the pulsing hardness and let his mouth fully engulf it. It hit the back of his throat and he swallowed around it, causing more pressure and letting it in further. He began bobbing his head up and down on the member and started fondling Harry’s balls. He felt the tightening in the sac and Harry flooded his mouth. He swallowed and swallowed until there was no more. He worked his mouth back to the top and raised his head. The sight before him stole his breath. Harry was laying there looking well loved and sated with a smile the angels would envy. “Harry, I love you. I also love the child you are giving me, never doubt that again. You are the most beautiful creature the gods and goddess put on this earth. Sleep my darling, I will be here when we wake up.”

Harry couldn’t barely talk, only nodded. “Mine. My lover. My Lucius. Welcome home.”

Harry felt his lips covered again and then another type of warmth and looked down. He reached out to Lucius as he pulled the covers over them. “He loved me and then he tucked me into bed. I love you too Lucius.”