Santa Malfoy

Title: Santa Malfoy
Author& Notes: never_tempt aka cameowitch
Status/Part: 1/?
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: LM/HP, SS/DM
Date: Dec 13, 2005
Key words: M/M, WAFF

Summary: Lucius plays Santa for Harry and gives him what he asks for.

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.

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Santa Malfoy

Severus Snape was rolling on the floor laughing hysterically. The tall blond just stood there fuming and glaring at his “friend”. He was seriously considering hexing his husband for dragging him into this.

“Severus, please try for a modicum of restraint. You know Harry participates every year in this Muggle tradition of Santa Claus. It’s just this year the Muggle portraying this “fat jolly elf” broke his leg at the last minute and it would have ruined it for the children. I think for one night I can forgo my disdain if it keeps him happy. Besides, who better than a wizard to play a ‘fat, jolly, old elf’?”

Lucius gave up trying to talk to the Potion Master. He looked at the clock and called up the stairs “Hurry Harry, we are going to be late.”

The blond muttered the enlarging spell on himself and his clothes made sure to grow the appropriate facial hair and waited impatiently. Harry was finally heard coming down the steps at an almost run. He stopped as he got to the bottom and adjusted the belt on his costume. Severus stopped laughing as his jaw dropped. Lucius’ eyes gleamed and a low growl was heard as Harry turned around, bent over, looked back over his shoulder and innocently said “Are my seams straight?”

In two steps Lucius was behind him and pulling him up straight. The sight of Harry in those clinging, revealing tights and that too short tunic was something he wasn’t willing to let Severus ogle. He knew what it was doing to his libido and there was no way he would provide wanking material for that bat if he could help it. He and Severus may have been friends and comrades for years and shared many things, but Harry wasn’t going to be one of them. Lucius had pursued the younger man too long before capturing his heart. There was no way he’d ever put a strain on the relationship now.

“My delectable little elf” Lucius whispered in his ear “when we finish this today your get to sit in my lap and tell me what you want. This jolly old elf will make sure he delivers under the tree, in the sleigh, out with the reindeer, under a red blanket. You only have to name it.

Harry leaned further back into his husband or as far back as he could with the “fat” part of Lucius pressing against him. “Lucius, my love, you’ve thoroughly distracted me from thinking of these little tikes we are about to treat. It’s a good thing it’s us this year. These kids will be so surprised when their wishes for a certain toy are granted.” Harry turned around, stood on tiptoe and kissed his husband soundly.

The Gryffindor flashed the Malfoy smirk. His eyes twinkled as he looked as Severus, with a concealed wave of his hand, the dark Slytherin was soon attired as an elf complete with cropped hair and mistletoe on his hat. A small throaty snort let Lucius know his husband was up to something. Turning around, it was the blond’s turn to laugh. Hearing that laugh made Harry frown and with another hand wave the blond was belly laughing out HO-HO-HO’s and his “belly” was quivering. It was Harry’s turn to laugh.

Severus looked down and jumped to his feet. “Harry James Potter-Malfoy you better fix this and fix it now before I hex you into next Yule Season.”

Harry laughed all the harder as Severus tried to change his clothes back and failed. What was even funnier was that every time he tried to change the knee length tunic, it would shrink up two inches.

By now Lucius had joined in the laughing and finally noticed the receding hemline. “Severus, you better stop before the family attributes are exposed.”

The dark Slytherin looked down and yelped. “Are you out of your tiny freaking mind Potter? Wild reindeer wouldn’t drag me into public wearing this.”

Harry smiled again, walked over to him and pulled him down so he could whisper in his ear. Severus stood back up, grinned evilly at the Gryffindor and said “You better be right or there is no place you will be able to hide from me nor does it include the hexes you will have to watch your back for either. Come on Lucius, let’s get this over with. I have a Claus to take care of later.”

The three men left with a resounding pop and landed on the roof of the Muggle orphanage. The two older men looked at Harry with raised eyebrows. He took a hand from each and led them to the door, through it and down. He put his ear to the closed door and listened before opening the door.

The Slytherins looked around in amazement. Never having experienced a Muggle Christmas Children’s visit to Santa Claus, they were astounded at their surroundings. Both were thinking along the same lines of “no wonder they are so screwed up. Huge candy canes here and there, piles of white cotton littering the floor, flashing lights on a pine tree.” It made them more thankful for their decorations, revolving waterballs, the real snow charmed to stay that way, the faerie lights dancing through the trees.

A small cough was heard behind them causing them to turn. The older men dropped their jaws; Harry smirked and shook his head. “A few liberties there Mrs. Claus?”

Draco Malfoy stood in front of the three men closely connected to him. In a falsetto voice he spoke. “Why, Harry Elf, if I’m parading around as a ‘Mrs. Claus’ I refuse to look dumpy and dowdy. I can still come across as motherly while wearing black fishnet stockings, my favorite knee high black leather boots and this delightful ‘little’ red dress. Severus, do you have a problem with my outfit?”

Severus growled low, grabbed “Mrs. Claus” and moved them behind the tree. “Draco when this day is over I plan on teaching you a few things about fishnet and leather boots. You don’t quite fit the entire description Harry gave us of ‘Mrs. Claus’ but let’s see if we can give ‘Mrs. Claus’ those apple red cheeks and twinkling eyes. The others I’ll take care of tonight.” With that declaration, Severus proceeded to put the twinkle in the ‘Mrs.’ eyes and the blush on her cheeks. He broke it off when Draco was complete to Harry’s specifications of what made a good ‘Mrs. Claus’ should look like - twinkling and rosy.

They stepped back out, waiting for Harry to tell them their jobs and to get started. The Gryffindor put his husband on the Santa throne. The snickered comments of “Figures” and “Seems about right for his lordship” were heard from the other two. Harry leaned over to Lucius and whispered.

“Take no notice of them, they are just jealous. You look good there. In fact, that comes home with us tonight. That’s the first part of what I want tonight.” With a suggestive lick on Lucius’ ear, Harry stood up, turned his back to Lucius and bent over straightening his seams again, stood and with a wiggle, tugged on his tunic. His husband was grateful for the enlargement spell on his belly. It wouldn’t do to have the children asking why his ‘candy cane’ was stuck in his trousers”.

The three Slytherins “suffered” through the sixty children. Severus was in charge of getting them in a line and up to “Santa Claus”. Lucius knew every time he was getting a soggy or full pants kid. The telltale evil grin on the big elf’s face was a dead giveaway. Harry was busy taking pictures of them, while Lucius listened and handed out the presents. Draco was busy handing out the cookies, drinks and candy canes as the excited kids hurried back to their seats. If they were real young, he would carry them back to the caregiver. The caregivers were all amazed at receiving the little ones back dried and smelling like babies. There were some things the young blond wizard just wouldn’t handle.

When the caroling was done and the children thanked the four, the exhausted men made their way back up through the door. No one had noticed Lucius shrinking his throne or putting it in his pocket. He left another one there in red. Harry wanted “that” green one and what Harry wanted, Lucius got for him.

Arriving back at the manor, the two couples enjoyed their own drinks before calling it a night. They’d get something to eat later if they were up to it. The four split up and went to their respective suites.

Harry watched as Lucius returned the throne to its original state and settled into it. The blond looked at Harry and wagged his bushy white eyebrows. “Come here little boy, sit on my lap and tell Santa Malfoy how good you’ve been this year.”

The brunet swayed his hips on his walk to his husband before straddling one of Lucius’ legs and running his boot up the inside of it and bringing his nether regions across the top of the blond’s leg. “Santa, I’ve been a very good boy this year. I made sure everything I started I finished.” Harry stopped talking and licked his lips suggestively as he wiggled trying to get comfortable. “I always made sure I told the man I adore that I loved him and I always encouraged him with what he was doing.” He stopped again, smiling and remembering himself screaming “More Lucius, more, harder” as they made love every time.

“I’ve even been kind to those I used to not like. I haven’t hexed anyone that didn’t deserve it and I’ve even tried to bring laughter to people.” Harry stopped talking and both remembered some of the things he had done over the course of the year. He rode Lucius’ leg again, this time grinding down on it and then edging himself back and forth.

Lucius was sweating by now and quickly waved himself back to normal. Harry braced his hands on the back of the chair, rose up and brought his other leg up and lowered himself onto his husband’s lap. As the two came into intimate contact with each other, Lucius could feel the tightly contained member of Harry rubbing into his. The blond felt his manhood respond, getting harder and throbbing.

Harry kissed near Lucius’ lips around the facial hair. ‘That could be an interesting addition to the night’, thought Harry. Lucius, however, knew exactly where their lips were. He started off slow and tenderly, letting Harry get used to the extra hair. Harry began to moan and deepened the kiss. Lucius finally broke it off after getting his husband worked up into a sweat. “Tell me what you want my good little elf.”

The Gryffindor laid his head on the broad shoulder. “Santa baby, I want you to give me something I can only have once a year.” Harry kissed him again and moved to his earlobe and neck. All the while, he was opening the red jacket, wide belt and other clothes. A bare shoulder exposed itself and Harry commenced his tasting feast.

Lucius groaned at the onslaught and grabbed Harry’s head, bringing their lips together in a searing kiss. “Tell me plainer than that Harry. I have an idea, but I have to be absolutely sure.” This time Lucius began removing the “elf’s” tunic, thought better of it and stopped. He waited. Finally, Harry sighed.

“I want a baby Lucius. I want you to make love with me and to me and make a baby with me. I want a whole family.”

Lucius pulled Harry to him, bringing their lips together again. He waved a hand and the facial hair was no more. Another wave of his hand and Harry felt the cooler air touch his now exposed arse. The Gryffindor broke the kiss and wiggled around on Lucius’ lap, feeling the texture of the costume trousers on his nakedness. Looking down, he saw what Lucius had done and smiled. “Clever darling”. Harry waved his hand. Lucius was now exposed oiled and ready. He waved his hand again and he was lubed and stretched.

Easing himself up, he could feel Lucius positioning his steel hard cock at his entrance. “If this is what you are sure you want Harry, let’s make our baby.” He eased Harry down on his burgeoning manhood and let Harry’s weight settle him all the way down until he could enter no further. Each man was concentrating on “making a baby” while letting Harry fuck himself up and down on the expanding thickness of the blond Slytherin.

As the movements changed tempo, they began muttering each others names, “Make a baby”, and finally, they cried “Baby” for the last time. Harry exploded over their bare chests while Lucius filled Harry’s hot, constricting passage with his even warmer essence. Harry’s head fell to Lucius’ shoulder as they sat there panting.

Neither saw the gentle glow start around them and settle against Harry’s stomach.



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