All Better

Disclaimer: I own not the people, just what they do was my idea. I don't get any money or anything from this, just the fun of writing and *hopefully* reviews.
Dedication: This ficlet I wrote for my fried archangel_rosiel, who was sick, and the fic actually achieved my goal with it: it helped her get better.

Harry lays on the ground writhing. He hates these curses, and the training doesn't go anywhere, he can't build up any resistance, despite what they said. The curse stops. Has he finally screamed enough? It sure feels so, his throat has long not been so sore. When he is scooped up in strong arms and feels tears falling on his face, he doesn't bother trying to open his eyes. He knows Lucius can't stand hurting him. He doesn't know why he does then. Mmh... but he remembers why he lets him. Luc's makeup kisses are so sweet. He tastes like snow and strawberries and salty tears.
Harry lets himself be healed and lets himself be kissed and starts kissing back, tentatively at first, kissing the tears away. He brings his arms up around his lover's neck and clings to him, letting him know he wasn't hurting anymore, showing him there was no need to cry, that he needs him, that he loves him.
And like he has done so often after their “training sessions”, Lucius picks him up, cradles the small boy to his chest and carries him away. Out of the room they trained in, through the vast halls of the Castle, up so many flights of stairs and finally inside a grand bedroom.
“We're there, love,” he whispers into the boy's ear and places him gently on the bed.
Harry opens his eyes and smiles a genuine smile right into the worried face hovering above him. He sits up gingerly, testing his balance, then smiles. Taking Lucius hand, he stands, “Come, love.” He gives a little tug and Lucius lets Harry lead him to the Bathroom.
With great foresight the house-elves had already poured them a bath. The room is already filled with rose-scented steam. Lucius carefully helps Harry into the tub, then climbs in behind him.
He takes a washcloth and gently starts washing Harry, who leans into Lucius, effectively coaxing him to put the washcloth away and convincing him to stop washing and start snuggling.
Lucius lets his hands roam over Harry's scarred torso and sighs, trying to count those scars he had given the boy, but Harry wouldn't have him sad. He leans back and catches Lucius mouth in a kiss.
The elder wizard loses all thoughts of misery as he kisses back. Their tongues duel, mocking their earlier fight, but in the end Lucius gives in as always and lets Harry plunder his mouth.
The water had long become cold when Lucius pulls Harry out of his lap and climbs out of the tub. He dries himself off and puts on a light silken robe, before he gathers Harry out of the water,wraps him head to toe in a towel the size of a blanket and carries him back into the bedroom.
Lucius' eyes are gleaming in the candlelight as he lays Harry on the four-poster bed. He growls low, mock threatening in the back of his throat when he hears a faint giggle coming from inside the blanket and unwraps Harry as if he was a most desired present.
At the sight of his lovoomiooming over him, Harry stops giggling, and mewls. At that sound something inside Lucius breaks... and he pounces.
Where in the bath he had washed every part of Harry's body that had been hurting - that he had hurt- he now seeks to kiss them better. Pinning Harry's wrist over his head with one hand, he cups his young lover's face with the other and looks deep into those swirling green orbs and hisses the only three words, he knows in Parseltongue: “I love You”, eliciting a breathy,appreciative moan from Harry. He gives his love a quick peck onto the forehead and seeks his way to his ear from there. Nibbling along the shell, he has Harry shuddering and writhing, trying to get his hands free to hold on to him.
Lucius gives the ear a last teasing flick with his tongue and continues on his trail downwards, licking and kissing his way along Harry's slender neck. He takes his time nibbling on Harry's collarbone and pays attention in particular to the little hollow at the base of throat.
This is, next to his ears, one of Harry's most sensitive spots - and the best accessible at that. Many times when they were sitting together, Lucius would reach out and brush his thumb ever so lightly across Harry's collarbone and let it linger in the hollow in the middle, driving Harry insane.
He loves teasing and thankfully, Harry loves being teased.
To a certain extent. Which Lucius is rapidly approaching. Harry is thrashing underneath Lucius as best he can with his hand pinned to the mattress and Lucius all but lying on top of him. The air between their bodies is almost sizzling and Harry bucks and thrashes to close the distance and *feel* his lover's body. At last Lucius gives in to Harry's strangled pleas and continues his trail of feathery kisses and ghosting caresses. It becomes harder and ever harder for the blond wizard to keep the pace slow and the touches teasing.
“Oh, God...”
Harry moans when Lucius latches onto his nipple, worrying the tight nub between his teeth, licking and nibbling alternately and circling, rubbing, pinching the other nipple between his long slender fingers. He arches into the touch with all his might, but Lucius would not let himself be rushed tonight. Listening to all the gasps and sighs and sobs and moans and “oh gods, Lucius”s his ministrations draw from Harry, Lucius shudders and growls possessively. He never sees Harry open his eyes again, to watch before he loses control and plunges into Harry, swallowing the young man's leaking cock whole. He only feels Harry arch off the bed, and suddenly knows, tonight is the night. He sucks and swallows around Harry, waiting for one special plea, he will finally fulfil. He opens his mouth with a pop and grins, hearing Harry moan at the sudden cold.
Lucius starts feathering kisses along the underside of Harry's shaft. Kissing here, suckling there, licking across the head, blowing it softly like one would a dandelion.
Soon Harry is begging. “ Please... oh god, oh god oh gooood, ... please, Lucius, please... more, PLEASE!More, please!”
This is just what Lucius was waiting for. He presses a last soft kiss to the head before he pulls away and lets go of Harry's hands, too. Harry's eyes fly open and he cries out at the loss of contact, but is quickly stilled when Lucius kisses him ahisphispers in his ears “yes, Harry, more.” Harry shudders in anticipation and his eyes flutter shut as Lucius leans away to fetch a small vial.
Lucius looks at his lover, lying on the bed, stretched out, legs spread wantonly, proud erection almost bursting, yet he makes no move to touch himself. Smiling, Lucius leans down to Harry again and whispers: “turn around, love” before gently flipping Harry onto his stomach. Harry pulls his knees underneath himself, propping his behind up in the air.
Aroused even more by the sight, Lucius quickly coats his fingers with the contents of the vial. He starts stroking Harry's cheeks and can't help to chuckle at the way Harry pushes back into the touch. Slowly, Lucius inches closer to Harry's entrance, finally pushing his finger inside. he waits, still, until Harry stops hissing and pushes back again. Only then does he start moving his finger around, wriggling. When Harry starts moaning again, he adds another finger and then a third, all the while caressing Harry's back with his other hand.
“Love... need you!” Harry manages between pants, and Lucius loses all reserve. He pulls out his fingers, slicks his own, far too long neglected, erection and takes Harry from behind. A strangled yelp brings him back to his senses and he leans over Harry's, reaching around him in an awkward embrace, whispering apologies and holds perfectly still, revelling in the feel of finally being inside his lover.
A startled yelp escapes Lucius own throat when Harry begins to rock against him and he picks up the rhythm, thrusting into Harry. Thrusting slowly turns into thrusting quickly,turns into pounding senselessly. 'So tight' is all Lucius can think of aside from 'HARRY, my Harry, MY Harry' He reaches around his Harry, taking his throbbing cock in hand, pulling in sync with his thrusts. Three or four thrusts later harry tenses, clenches around his own cock ever so deliciously and comes, screaming, “LUC!” And Lucius follows him over the edge.
When both their breathing has calmed down, Lucius carefully slips out of Harry. Murmuring a quick cleaning spell, he spoons up behind Harry and pulls the cover over both of them and strokes Harry's hair as Harry snuggles up against him and murmurs “all better now”.
A few minutes later, Harry kisses a spot on Lucius' shoulder he can reach without turning his head and, in falling asleep, hisses : “love you too”.

*fin*

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