Bear Naked Honesty

A/N: Thanks to my slashinistas: Alisanne, Eeyore and knightmare, who keep me literate and sane.

For once, Harry exited the Floo without stumbling. Score one for me, he thought, brushing the soot from his clothes. Lucius followed closely behind.

“Is this acceptable?” he asked, steering Harry towards the large picture window overlooking the French Alps.

“It’s beautiful,” Harry breathed, taking in the snow-covered mountains, frozen lakes and tall pine trees surrounding the chateau. “I’ve never seen anything like this.”

“Never?” Lucius asked, coming up and embracing him from behind.

“No. Hogwarts was my first time outside of London. The Dursleys never took me anywhere. I sort of told myself that after I finished school - and Voldemort - that I would take the time to travel. I just haven’t gotten around to it. Besides, I’ve been busy,” Harry finished, snuggling back into the warmth of his lover.

“Busy? With what, I wonder?” Lucius asked playfully.

“Well, when I turned eighteen, this beautiful man came into my life and swept me off my feet. I’ve been a bit preoccupied,” Harry said, smiling.

“Who is this man? I’ll kill him,” Lucius growled, kissing the side of Harry’s neck.

“You’re smirking again, aren’t you?” Harry inquired, shivering from the touch.

“How can you tell?” Lucius replied.

“Your voice changes,” Harry said, turning in Lucius’ arms. He rested his head against Lucius’ chest. “Thank you for bringing me here.”

Lucius kissed the top of Harry’s head, carding his fingers through the dark locks. “I didn’t know that you hadn’t travelled much. Though I know differently now, of course, I had assumed that the Muggles who raised you took better care of you. And I intend to make up for it, as often as I can.”

“Why?” Harry asked.

“Because…because you deserve it. Now,” Lucius said, stepping back a bit, “what would you say to a bite to eat?”

“What’s on the menu?” Harry asked, looking up.

Lucius raised an eyebrow. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

~@~

After a light dinner, Lucius took Harry into what Harry figured to be the gaming room. Comfortable sofas and squishy armchairs, a full bar and fireplace decorated the large room, complete with more of the large picture windows. In front of the fire was a white bearskin rug. Harry was delighted.

“You’ve thought of everything,” he beamed, lying down on the animal skin. Lucius sat down, and floated a round pot to their location. Lifting his wand again, he summoned a platter of fruit. “What’s this?” Harry asked.

“Dessert,” Lucius answered. “Chocolate fondue, to be specific.”

“Brilliant!” Harry exclaimed, moving into a reclining position. He watched as Lucius dipped a fat strawberry into the melted chocolate, then extended the sweet to him. He licked the chocolate from the tip, taking a bite. “Mmmm,” he moaned. He chose a slice of melon to feed to his lover, shivering as a pink tongue curled around the offering. They teased each other in this way, stealing kisses in between.

When Harry accidentally dribbled a bit of chocolate onto Lucius’ chin, he couldn’t resist anymore. Pushing him backwards, Harry leaned over and slowly licked the chocolate away. He snaked his tongue over Lucius’ chin and up to his lips, seeking entrance, which Lucius granted. Harry curled into Lucius’ side, sliding one hand into the heavy mane of hair, his other possessively placed over Lucius’ heart. They kissed slowly, languidly, enjoying the taste of each other. The kiss ended in its own time, as Lucius stroked long fingers over Harry’s cheek.

With no words spoken, they began to undress one another, shirts, pants and shoes piling up next to them. Stretching out once more on the rug in front of the fire, they resumed their slow dance of kisses and caresses. Usually, when they met, it was all heat and lust, the need to fuck overwhelming all else. And while that in and of itself was great, Harry found that he needed more. Needed…something else, something more substantial.

So thinking, he shifted until he was leaning over Lucius. He bent his head to the long, pale neck and sucked gently, moving down to a nipple and worrying it with his teeth. Smiling at the hiss that escaped from Lucius, Harry afforded the other side the same treatment.

He continued down to Lucius’ hipbones to the inside of his thighs, licking a stripe up to his scrotum. Harry sucked a testicle into his mouth, enjoying the feel of the slightly wrinkled skin, feeling it firm up under his ministrations. He abandoned these for his primary target, the long length of cock practically calling for attention.

Harry debated briefly as to whether he wanted to tease Lucius with feather-like flicks of his tongue, or swallow him whole. Swallowing won out.

“Oh,” Lucius gasped, as Harry worked him, one hand at the base, moving up and down, meeting his lips on every down stroke. Usually, blowjobs were quick affairs, speedily given in the shower or in between meetings at the Ministry. Harry wanted to take his time for once, and he did.

Swirling his tongue around the tip of Lucius’ cock, Harry pulled the foreskin back to reveal the purpling head, and lapped at the pre-come seeping from the slit. Lucius buried his fingers into Harry’s hair, attempting to control the tempo, but Harry held his hips down. Relaxing his throat muscles, he was able to swallow those last few inches, moaning as he did so.

For Lucius, it was finally too much. He came with a shout, pouring himself down Harry’s throat. Harry continued sucking through the spasms, releasing his lover when pleasure became discomfort. He crawled up the broad expanse of chest and met Lucius in a breath-stealing kiss.

“That was heavenly,” Lucius sighed, rubbing circles along Harry’s back.

“Thanks, but I’m not done,” Harry replied with a wink. He placed a hand on Lucius’ side, and attempted to roll him over.

“Harry, what…?” Lucius started. Harry shushed him with a kiss.

“Just relax,” Harry answered, succeeding in turning Lucius onto his front. He started at the base of Lucius’ neck, kissing, taking small bites of skin. He could feel the tension slowly leaving Lucius, could hear the small sounds of contentment. Emboldened, he made his way down to where he wanted to be, where he hoped that Lucius would allow him to go. Stopping at the curve of the lovely backside in front of him, he murmured a cleansing charm. Lucius started at the tingling sensation, and, turning his head, saw what Harry planned to do. He speared his young lover with an inquiring look and an arched brow.

“I see that the rules have changed,” he said.

“Not really,” Harry replied, stroking the soft skin, kneading it with his fingers. “Just adding a new page.” Harry looked into eyes of silvery blue. “If it’s all right with you.”

Lucius continued to stare; then, seeming to find the answer to some unspoken question, he nodded. “Forgive my interruption. Carry on.” He smiled slightly. “Please,” he added with a whisper.

“Thank you,” Harry said, meaning much more. He leaned in for another kiss. Returning to his place between Lucius’ splayed legs, he placed a pillow under the long torso, tilting the hips upward. He licked a broad stripe from the base of Lucius’ cock, back over his sac and perineum, stopping at the rim of his anus. Rewarded with a shudder, he continued.

He thought that Lucius tasted like paradise. Perhaps his perceptions were clouded by the overwhelming feelings that he had begun to have recently. When they were together, all was right with Harry’s world. When they were apart, even for a day, Harry had begun to feel melancholy, anxious, at sixes and sevens with his life.

He knew what he wanted, he just didn’t know that it would extend beyond the mind-blowing sex that they always had. That, when Lucius walked into a room, it was as if he brought the sun along with him. Harry wanted to share that feeling of sunshine with Lucius.

With that in mind, he made love to him with his mouth and tongue and fingers, kissing, licking, sucking softly, tugging at pliant flesh with his teeth. He slid a finger inside the loosening hole, rubbing gently, adding a second after a few moments.

“Oh, sweet Merlin, yes,” Lucius moaned, pushing back onto Harry’s probing fingers. He didn’t know if this had been Harry’s plan all along, to seduce him, and, truthfully, he didn’t give a flying fuck. He couldn’t recall the last time this was done to him, and, surely, it couldn’t have felt this good, else he would have remembered. “Don’t stop or, I swear by all that is sacred, I will kill you,” he managed to groan.

“What? This?” Harry said, grinning, as he twisted his fingers to stroke Lucius’ prostate. At the decidedly un-Malfoy-like cry that escaped Lucius’ lips, Harry smirked. He had to admit, it was quite a rush to reduce the Malfoy patriarch to a shuddering wreck, but it was an even bigger thrill to know that it was him, Harry, that caused those beautiful sounds to come from the man.

He continued to stretch the opening, adding a third finger, seeking the pleasure spot now and again, sucking open-mouthed kisses onto Lucius’ back. Sensing that his lover was close, he withdrew reluctantly. This was met with a moue of displeasure. Harry leaned over, kissing a shoulder.

“How long, Luc?” he asked, concerned. “How long since you’ve done this?”

“A long time, love,” Lucius said softly. “Years. There’s been no one that I would allow to…have me this way.”

“I’ll go slow, okay?” Harry said.

Lucius propped himself up on one elbow, reaching out to caress Harry’s face. “I trust you,” he said, covering Harry’s lips with his own.

Something leapt inside of Harry at those words. That Lucius would say them meant more than any term of endearment ever would. He reached for the oil, coating his erection liberally, then proceeded to stretch Lucius just a bit more. Deeming him ready, Harry moved into position, when he was stopped by Lucius.

“Wait, Harry,” Lucius said, taking the moment to turn onto his back. “I want to see your face.”

“Are you sure? The other position might be more comfortable…” Harry began.

“I trust you not to hurt me,” Lucius said. “Because, if you do…” he trailed off.

Harry made as if to reply, then saw the look in Lucius’ eyes for what it was. For one brief moment, he saw Voldemort’s former right-hand man. He gulped.

“I won’t, I promise,” Harry swore, a bit nervous. He lined himself up once again, and slowly breached the first ring of muscle. He saw Lucius wince, heard the sharp intake of breath, and waited until his body accepted the intrusion. While he contemplated easing further in, Lucius took the matter out of his hands by impaling himself with one thrust, arching off the floor, a startled groan bursting from him. Panting harshly, he grabbed the back of Harry’s head, and pulled him down for a bruising kiss.

“Now, fuck me,” he demanded.

Harry pulled back slowly, and pushed forward, hard. If this was the way Lucius wanted it, by the gods, that’s what Harry would give him. He pulled Lucius’ long legs up to rest on his shoulders, effectively bending him in half, and proceeded to pound him into the floor.

“Gods, Luc, you’re so fucking tight,” Harry moaned. Bracing himself with his hands on the floor, Harry leaned forward, lengthening his strokes, occasionally hitting Lucius’ prostate, if the moans from his lover were any indication. Harry reached in to grasp Lucius’ cock, slick form weeping copious amounts of pre-come. He tried to time the strokes to his thrusts, losing all sense of rhythm in the sensations that he was caught up in.

“Harry…” Lucius moaned, and, without further warning, came hard, clenching his anal walls to the point of near pain, and bringing Harry along for the ride.

“Ohhh….” was all Harry could manage, as he poured himself into Lucius, shaking with the force of his orgasm. He all but collapsed onto him, sighing as strong arms embraced him. Harsh breaths passed back and forth between them, and, after a few minutes, Harry was able to perform a Scourgify spell. He moved to the side, taking his weight off of Lucius. He glanced up, saw Lucius smirking, and answered with his own.

“Feeling pretty proud of yourself, are you?” Lucius asked.

“Mmmm,” Harry sighed, snuggling in closer. “That was amazing.”

“Yes, it was,” Lucius replied, kissing Harry. “You were amazing.”

Harry smiled.

~@~

Harry stood at the window watching the falling snow, the room lit only by the glow of the fireplace. He wondered what Lucius would say if he were to admit to his feelings for the man. They definitely weren’t the crush-like feelings of several months ago. The had morphed into something much stronger.

Something very much like love.

Unsure of Lucius’ feelings, Harry didn’t want to open himself to possible heartbreak. He knew that Lucius liked him, cared for him in his own way. The meetings between them were always fun and exciting. But there were times that they’d spent just talking, laying on Harry’s sofa, or the chaise in Lucius’ study.

Where was this headed? Harry wondered. He was startled from his thoughts by arms embracing him from behind, wrapping him in a fire-warmed blanket.

“What are you thinking about, love?” Lucius asked quietly.

There, that word. Love. Lucius had been calling him that since their first time together. Harry liked it; it made him feel special, like he meant something to the older man.

“Tonight,” Harry said, finally. “The look on your face when you came. Your hair in the firelight. You are a beautiful man, Lucius Malfoy.”

“So are you, Harry Potter,” Lucius murmured, placing a kiss on Harry’s cheek. “So, where’s our next stop?”

Harry turned to Lucius, smile in place. “I think it’s time to call in that favour you said that Severus owes you.”

Lucius smirked. “Indeed. I wonder what dear Albus would think of that?”

“Are you kidding? He’ll know! He always knows,” Harry laughed. Harry sobered a moment. “You don’t think he’ll…tell McGonagall, do you?”

“Harry…where’s your sense of adventure?” Lucius replied, chuckling. “The thought of being caught is half the thrill. Let your Slytherin side come out to play.”

Harry reached down and cupped Lucius’ cock in his hand. “How about I let a Slytherin in to play?”


~fin- maybe~