Chosen Seduction
Title: Chosen Seduction
Author:Melfina the Blue
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Mischievous from my 25 prompts table
Word Count: 3600
Pairing: Lucius/Harry and past Severus/Lucius
Summary: Harry has issues after the war, lots of them. He decides to find Snape and talk to him, but things don't go quite as planned.
Warnings: Smut, slash, deceit
Notes: I've been working on this since Jan and I finally finished it! Also, massive thanks to Zephre for the name and for listening to me ramble.
Harry wasn't sure why he was here. Then again, Harry wasn't sure of much anymore. Things had seemed so clear in adolescence; he'd kill Voldemort and everything would be happily ever after. That was most certainly not the case now.
After the third time he'd barely stopped himself from hitting Ginny, she had ordered him to go sort himself out, preferably with a shrink or something. She was right, of course. She was always right, and he was always wrong. There was something very broken inside him. He wanted the simple things, a good marriage, a happy family, but he kept screwing it up.
And now here he was, in Malfoy Manor. He figured maybe putting his ghosts to rest might help, and the largest one of all was either here, or someone here knew where he was. Severus Snape. The man had done his best to make his school years hell, and it had come as a shock that he had been good all along. Well, not good really, but on the right side. Certainly on a better side than the Malfoys had been.
He'd been shocked, a few days after the battle, to learn that Snape had survived and was now recovering in an unknown location. Apparently Malfoy had a few strings left to pull. According to his sources, Snape had returned to the Malfoy Manor about three years ago, and that was it. The trail went cold. Snape had published a few potions articles, but no one had seen or heard from him otherwise.
So here he was, standing in the last place he'd ever though he'd be, waiting to see one of the people he disliked most in the world. Figured.
The door opened, startling Harry from his reverie. Lucius Malfoy walked in. He was immaculately dressed, as always, though the toddler in his arms was a bit of a surprise. The baby looked to be about Albus' age, and Harry was rather horrified at the thought that Lucius and Narcissa had produced another child.
"Bababababa!"
"Mr. Potter."
Thump! Lucius seemed to be completely ignoring the fact that his second child was hitting him with a rattle. Harry had to admire that control. Especially when the toddler hit him on the head so hard he broke the rattle. And then started trying to hit Lucius with his own cane instead.
"Mr. Potter, are you mute?"
"Just amused at the sight of your second child trying to brain you."
Lucius raised an eyebrow.
"This is my grandson, Mr. Potter."
"Oh. He's quite spirited."
The toddler had now stopped trying to get Lucius's cane, and was instead playing with his hair. Harry wondered how long it would be before Lucius noticed.
"Is there something you wanted, or should I have the house elves throw you out?"
"Snape."
"Mr. Potter, generally in polite society one gives more than a one word answer. You want Snape what? And why? And what makes you think I know anything at all?"
"You paid for his treatment. You're still paying for private nurses to come here, including one who's a live-in. Now from what I hear, you, Narcissa, and Draco are all in good health, so why are the nurses here?"
"You obviously did some digging, and yet completely managed to miss certain obvious things. It's rather amusing, really."
"What, so I missed that there's a toddler now? Even a Malfoy toddler doesn't need a full-time nursing staff."
"It's not really anything you need to know about, Mr. Potter."
"I think it is. And I'm sure Kingsley would be more than happy to have the Aurors raid this place. And Draco's office. Over and over again. I hear they're very clumsy when they want to be, the Aurors."
Lucius grimaced.
"A Gryffindor playing dirty? Never thought I'd see the day."
"Well, are you going to give me answers? I want to see Snape."
"I will tell him you wish to see him. It will be his decision whether to see you or not."
"So he's here, then?"
"I trust, Mr. Potter, you will allow a sick man his privacy and not intrude upon him without his consent. "
"That's not an answer."
"Yes, he is here."
"And has he recovered?"
"As much as is possible given the nature of his injury. He will never be the man he was."
"So you two aren't fucking like rabbits?"
Lucius frowned and covered the toddler's ears.
"Such language in front of a child, Mr. Potter? How reprehensible. And neither mine nor Severus's love life is any of your business. You should stop taking Rita Skeeter as gospel. Now, I trust you can see yourself out?"
"What about my answer?"
"I will owl you with his decision. Now if you will excuse me..."
Lucius's dramatic exit was rather spoiled by his grandson, who finally decided to yank on the hair in his chubby little fists. Harry left to the sounds of Lucius trying to coax the boy into releasing his hair.
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Surprisingly enough, Lucius was as good as his word. Less than a day later, Harry was back at Malfoy Manor. He waited in the same room for Snape to make an appearance.
"Mr. Potter?"
"Mr. Malfoy. Where's Snape?"
"He can see you right now. He asked me to give you this."
Lucius held out a piece of paper. Harry took it and opened it.
"Potter. If you truly wish to see me, there is something you must do first. Consider it a test of your good intentions. I have asked Lucius to deliver this to you. Have sex with him, here and now, and I will consent to speak to you. Snape."
Harry flushed red. That damn old pervert! He wasn't going to let a murderer like Malfoy anywhere near him!
"Is something wrong, Mr. Potter?"
Harry silently handed Lucius the note. Lucius read, and then walked out of the room. The door closed on its own behind him. Harry moved to the doorway, and put his ear to the door. He could hear Lucius yelling, something about a life debt. He couldn't hear the reply, but whatever it was must have been persuasive, because he heard footsteps coming back towards him. He quickly moved away from the door. No sense being caught eavesdropping.
The door slammed open as Lucius stalked back into the room. He did not look happy.
"So, what did he say?"
"The offer is non-negotiable. He will allow you to think about it overnight, but if you do not acquiesce, he will not see you."
"And you're okay with this offer?"
"Okay is not the word I would use, Mr. Potter. I will accept it, but I do not like it."
"If you don't like it, why are you accepting it?"
"What passes between Severus and myself is none of your business."
"You feel some sort of obligation, don't you?"
"Do I need to reiterate myself, Mr. Potter? None of your business."
"Well, if I'm going to fuck you, I rather think it is."
"Mr. Potter, there is no way in hell you will be 'fucking' me. Ever. I may deign to top you, but I will not bottom."
"And if the only way I will cooperate is if I top?"
"It is a matter of supreme indifference to me whether you ever see Severus or not. This is your quest, Mr. Potter, not mine."
"But I'm not gay."
"And that is a problem how?"
"I have no interest in taking it up the arse. Kinda disgusting, actually."
"That is your problem, not mine."
A gong sounded somewhere else in the house, and Lucius rolled his eyes. Harry was surprised how much he looked like Draco in that moment.
"Excuse me, Mr. Potter. It appears Severus wants to speak to me again."
Lucius walked out of the room, and this time Harry followed.
"Mr. Potter, please respect Severus's wishes."
"No. I want to see him with my own two eyes before I decide whether to do this or not. How else will I make sure this isn't one of your sick little games?"
"Mr. Potter, I have about as much interest in sleeping with a dead and rotting corpse. Let me assure you, you are nowhere near desirable to me."
"Yeah, I believe that. Just like I believe you were never a Death Eater. Give me a break."
Lucius's shoulders stiffened, but he said nothing, just increased his pace. Harry was surprised at how fast he could move and still look like he was strolling. Must be those long legs. He hurried to keep up, looking around as he did so. He'd never been inside a house like this, and he wanted to see what he could. He was so busy looking at the paintings on the walls, and the occasional wall niche with a statue in it, that he failed to notice that Lucius had stopped moving and slammed right into him, knocking him down and then compounding things by falling on top of him.
"Get off me now, Potter!"
"I'm trying, I'm stuck!"
“A likely story! Get off me this instant or else!”
“Or else what? You'll wiggle me to death?”
Lucius started to struggle. Harry found the wiggling quite distracting.
“Will you just hold still?”
“Or what? You'll knock me down and sit on top of me? You're already doing that, you idiot.”
Lucius's wiggling increased. Harry suddenly realized that certain portions of his anatomy had decided this was fun. He decided to put that down to the dry spell he'd been having since Ginny kicked him out and not to worry about it. After all, he didn't find Lucius Malfoy appealing in any way, shape, or form. Nope, not sexy at all. There was not a single thing appealing about him.
“Father? POTTER? Seriously, father, you can do better. Much better. In fact, I think you'd do better with pond scum.”
“Please get Potter off me, Draco. He seems to have failed at the simple task of walking.”
“Well, he failed a lot of simple tasks, as I recall.”
“Hey! Right here.”
“Which is the problem. I mean, really, Potter, how do you fail to get off someone after you've knocked them down?”
“How 'bout you just help untangle me and make snide comments later?”
“And exactly how are you tangled?”
“Your father's on both my arms. He's too heavy and I can't get them out.”
Draco grabbed Harry's shoulder and pulled, hard.
“Ow!”
“Crybaby. Are you unhurt, father?”
“More or less.”
"Potter, is there a particular reason you've shown up now, or did your life just feel empty without a Malfoy to annoy?"
"I need to see Snape."
"And if he doesn't want to see you?"
"Apparently I get to prove myself by fucking him, " said Harry, hitching his thumb in Lucius's direction.
Draco scrunched up his face in disgust. Lucius frowned.
"Draco, not helping."
"But, ewww, Potter?"
Lucius growled at his son, and Draco smiled.
"Father, that doesn't scare me. Anyway, I'm going out, and mother's babysitting. Oh, and let me know if it's as small as I think it is. You know it's generally proportional to height."
"Draco, I have no plans to regale you with the details of Potter's anatomy."
"Hey! I am not small!"
Lucius and Draco both looked down at him. Harry groaned inwardly. He hated being short. Everyone taller then him should have to kneel, so he was tall.
"Potter, you're short."
"No, you're just freakishly tall. Both of you."
Lucius raised an eyebrow, as did Draco.
"Fine, Mr. Potter. Draco, enjoy your lunch."
"Are you sure about this, father?"
"More or less. Now, go have a good time. I can handle Potter."
Draco sauntered off.
"Come along, Mr. Potter. Severus is just down this corridor."
Lucius started walking again. Harry followed, more carefully this time. He really did not need to make a fool of himself again. Lucius stopped in front of a door and opened it.
"Severus?"
Snape's voice was extremely raspy as he answered Malfoy.
"Yes, Lucius?"
"Potter refused to wait."
"Why am I not surprised? Let him in."
Lucius moved out of the doorway and Harry walked in. Snape was lying on a bed, surrounded by machines. He was connected to them by various tubes. He did not look well.
"What's wrong with him?"
"I'm a quadriplegic, Potter. The snake venom damaged my spine. These machines are keeping me alive."
"Oh."
"Now that your curiosity is satisfied, will you agree to the terms or not?"
"But why?"
"That is not your concern, Potter. Fuck Lucius, or let him fuck you, or leave. Pick one."
"But I'm not gay!"
"I don't care, Potter. Pick."
"I'm not bottoming for him, Severus."
"Lucius, you'll do as I say."
"I don't take orders from you, not on that. You know far better than most why I don't bottom. As I recall, you were there at the time, took a turn."
"And I saved your life that night, and how many other times? Nine, ten? Not to mention what I did to save Draco."
"Wait, what?"
Harry was really confused. He looked from Malfoy to Snape and back again. They appeared to be in a staring contest, until Malfoy turned to look at him.
"Not your business, Potter."
"But, um, if there's some good reason you won't bottom, then I kinda should know, shouldn't I? If we're going to have sex and all."
"Potter, do you know why I got off without going to Azkaban?"
"No, no one does."
"Then let's keep it that way, shall we? You have absolutely no need to know the details."
"But what does not bottoming have to do with...ohh. They gave you a merciful pardon cause of what Voldemort did, didn't they?"
"Potter, not your business. Now, are we doing this, or are you leaving?"
"Here?"
"No, Potter, not here. In another room."
"Oh."
Harry thought for a minute. He needed to talk to Snape, needed some sort of closure. But the idea of taking it up the arse really didn't appeal and neither did Malfoy.
"Do you know what to do?"
"Potter, Severus and I were lovers for many years. Do you honestly think he'd tolerate incompetence in bed any better than he tolerated it in the classroom?"
"Huh?"
"Yes, I know what to do, and how to make sure you enjoy yourself."
"I don't like this."
"The feeling is entirely mutual, Potter."
"Okay. Just so we understand each other."
"We do. Now if you'll follow me..."
Malfoy led Harry out of the room, closing the door behind him, and down the corridor to another door. He opened it to reveal a room dominated by a huge four poster bed. Harry gulped. This was really going to happen, he was really going to do this. Malfoy gestured him in, and closed the door behind him.
"There's a bathroom through there," Malfoy said, indicating another door. "Take a shower if you're so inclined."
Harry nodded and went into the bathroom. A shower would at least give him some time to think. The bathroom reminded him of one of those in the Muggle magazines, the ones Ginny was always drooling over. It was all stone and wood, and the shower was huge, with a seat and about five shower heads. He stripped quickly and turned the shower on. It was nice, very nice. He grabbed the soap, and started lathering himself up. He completely failed to notice Malfoy slip into the room, strip, and then open the shower door and slip his arms around Harry, who jumped.
"What the fuck?"
"Seemed easier than letting you think."
"But..."
Malfoy's hands found one of Harry's nipples and Harry arched back against him. Suddenly this didn't seem so bad. If Malfoy was planning on doing that, and ooh, nuzzling his neck just there, yup, not a problem at all. Malfoy certainly seemed to know what he was doing.
"Sit, Harry. It'll be easier."
Harry sat down on Malfoy's lap. He couldn't help noticing Malfoy's cock pressing against him, and it was strangely arousing. Malfoy lifted him, and turned him around so that they were facing. One of his hands grabbed Harry's arse as he pulled Harry into a kiss. Harry was very briefly embarrassed to note that their mouths were at the same height. Then he was too busy enjoying the kiss to pay attention to anything else. He ground his hips down into Malfoy's lap, wanting more contact, wanting more everything, and Malfoy obliged. A hand snaked around his cock, and he started to moan. This was so good, how could this be so good? Sex with Ginny was never like this. He'd never had sex like this. That hand knew exactly what to do to drive him wild.
"Fuck, I'm going to..."
And before he could even finish the warning, he came, splattering his seed all over Malfoy's crotch. Malfoy raised an eyebrow.
"A bit eager, are we, Harry?"
"Fuck, that was, fuck."
"I'm afraid I didn't understand that."
"Good. You're fucking good."
Lucius smiled.
"Nice to know, but that was just the prelude. Think you're up to the full score?"
"Fuck, yes."
"Then stand up and spread your legs apart."
Harry did as he was told, and Malfoy spread his arse cheeks apart. He tensed as Malfoy slipped a slick finger into him, but then Malfoy crooked his finger and brushed something, and oh god that was good.
"And that, Harry, is your prostate. And very soon, I'm going to be thrusting with all my might into that spot."
"Oh god."
Harry decided that Lucius Malfoy might have the sexiest voice ever, as Malfoy continued to tell him exactly what he was going to do to him while stretching him out.
"OH GOD! MORE!"
"You really are a little slut, aren't you Harry? I've got three fingers inside of you, and you still want more. How much more? Do you want my cock in there?"
"Oh fuck yes!"
Harry wasn't entirely sure what was happening or what he was saying, and he didn't much care. Just never wanted those fingers to stop.
"Move."
Harry wasn't sure what Malfoy meant, but then he was pushed down onto a hard surface.
"Kneel. I want that pretty arse stuck high up in the air so I can do all sorts of things to it."
Harry groaned and complied. He felt something blunt press against him and stiffened.
"Come now, Harry, don't you want me to keep making you feel good? You need to relax if you want that heavenly feeling back."
Harry relaxed, and Malfoy slowly pushed his cock in. It was big, so bit, and it hurt. Harry whimpered.
"Easy, Harry, easy," said Malfoy, patting Harry's side. "The worst part is over."
And then he started to move inside Harry, and Harry lost what little coherency he had left. He was babbling and moaning and begging as Malfoy kept thrusting and it was the greatest thing ever and how could he not have known how amazing this was and oh GOD MALFOY!
Harry came, gasping and sputtering, and two thrusts later, Malfoy came as well, and sat down onto the bench next to Harry, breathing hard.
"Fuck, that was fuck."
"Yes, Harry, that was a fuck. A pretty decent one."
Harry sat down next to Malfoy, leaning against him.
"No, that was, I don't know the words for what that was but how did I not know how amazing taking it up the arse was?"
"Obviously your education was sadly neglected."
"I mean sex with Ginny's nothing like this."
"How very sad for you, Harry."
"And I'm really going to have to stop thinking of you as Malfoy. It's confusing."
"Considering what we're just done, you may call me Lucius if you like."
"Can we do that again?"
"I will need some time to recover, Harry."
"No, I mean, like another time? Just because it's nice, not because I want to see Snape."
Lucius burst out laughing.
"Hey! That's not funny!"
Lucius kept laughing. Harry punched him in the mouth.
"THAT'S NOT FUNNY!"
Lucius put a hand to his face.
"Amazingly, yes it is. I win the bet. I told Severus you were bi."
"What? This was all a trick to win a bet?"
"And make a dying man happy. Severus has been watching the entire time."
"I'll kill you!"
Harry wrapped his hands around Lucius' throat and began to squeeze. Lucius clawed at his forearms, leaving deep livid claw marks, but Harry was not going to let go. And then the world went black.
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Harry woke up in a strange room. His head and arse really hurt. He rubbed his head ruefully. He was wearing his pants, and there was a note pinned to his crotch.
"Potter. Word of advice, never strangle on the first date. If you want to make arrangements, owl. Severus quite enjoyed the show.
-L
Postscript: your relations with your wife might be improved if you accepted your attraction to men and dealt with it. Just a thought."
Harry groaned and put his head in his hands. He'd gone to see Snape seeking closure, and now things were much more complicated. Fuck.
And the little voice in his head telling him 'yes, we got fucked and we loved it and let's do it again now' really wasn't helping. It was right, but it certainly wasn't helping.
Author:Melfina the Blue
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Mischievous from my 25 prompts table
Word Count: 3600
Pairing: Lucius/Harry and past Severus/Lucius
Summary: Harry has issues after the war, lots of them. He decides to find Snape and talk to him, but things don't go quite as planned.
Warnings: Smut, slash, deceit
Notes: I've been working on this since Jan and I finally finished it! Also, massive thanks to Zephre for the name and for listening to me ramble.
Harry wasn't sure why he was here. Then again, Harry wasn't sure of much anymore. Things had seemed so clear in adolescence; he'd kill Voldemort and everything would be happily ever after. That was most certainly not the case now.
After the third time he'd barely stopped himself from hitting Ginny, she had ordered him to go sort himself out, preferably with a shrink or something. She was right, of course. She was always right, and he was always wrong. There was something very broken inside him. He wanted the simple things, a good marriage, a happy family, but he kept screwing it up.
And now here he was, in Malfoy Manor. He figured maybe putting his ghosts to rest might help, and the largest one of all was either here, or someone here knew where he was. Severus Snape. The man had done his best to make his school years hell, and it had come as a shock that he had been good all along. Well, not good really, but on the right side. Certainly on a better side than the Malfoys had been.
He'd been shocked, a few days after the battle, to learn that Snape had survived and was now recovering in an unknown location. Apparently Malfoy had a few strings left to pull. According to his sources, Snape had returned to the Malfoy Manor about three years ago, and that was it. The trail went cold. Snape had published a few potions articles, but no one had seen or heard from him otherwise.
So here he was, standing in the last place he'd ever though he'd be, waiting to see one of the people he disliked most in the world. Figured.
The door opened, startling Harry from his reverie. Lucius Malfoy walked in. He was immaculately dressed, as always, though the toddler in his arms was a bit of a surprise. The baby looked to be about Albus' age, and Harry was rather horrified at the thought that Lucius and Narcissa had produced another child.
"Bababababa!"
"Mr. Potter."
Thump! Lucius seemed to be completely ignoring the fact that his second child was hitting him with a rattle. Harry had to admire that control. Especially when the toddler hit him on the head so hard he broke the rattle. And then started trying to hit Lucius with his own cane instead.
"Mr. Potter, are you mute?"
"Just amused at the sight of your second child trying to brain you."
Lucius raised an eyebrow.
"This is my grandson, Mr. Potter."
"Oh. He's quite spirited."
The toddler had now stopped trying to get Lucius's cane, and was instead playing with his hair. Harry wondered how long it would be before Lucius noticed.
"Is there something you wanted, or should I have the house elves throw you out?"
"Snape."
"Mr. Potter, generally in polite society one gives more than a one word answer. You want Snape what? And why? And what makes you think I know anything at all?"
"You paid for his treatment. You're still paying for private nurses to come here, including one who's a live-in. Now from what I hear, you, Narcissa, and Draco are all in good health, so why are the nurses here?"
"You obviously did some digging, and yet completely managed to miss certain obvious things. It's rather amusing, really."
"What, so I missed that there's a toddler now? Even a Malfoy toddler doesn't need a full-time nursing staff."
"It's not really anything you need to know about, Mr. Potter."
"I think it is. And I'm sure Kingsley would be more than happy to have the Aurors raid this place. And Draco's office. Over and over again. I hear they're very clumsy when they want to be, the Aurors."
Lucius grimaced.
"A Gryffindor playing dirty? Never thought I'd see the day."
"Well, are you going to give me answers? I want to see Snape."
"I will tell him you wish to see him. It will be his decision whether to see you or not."
"So he's here, then?"
"I trust, Mr. Potter, you will allow a sick man his privacy and not intrude upon him without his consent. "
"That's not an answer."
"Yes, he is here."
"And has he recovered?"
"As much as is possible given the nature of his injury. He will never be the man he was."
"So you two aren't fucking like rabbits?"
Lucius frowned and covered the toddler's ears.
"Such language in front of a child, Mr. Potter? How reprehensible. And neither mine nor Severus's love life is any of your business. You should stop taking Rita Skeeter as gospel. Now, I trust you can see yourself out?"
"What about my answer?"
"I will owl you with his decision. Now if you will excuse me..."
Lucius's dramatic exit was rather spoiled by his grandson, who finally decided to yank on the hair in his chubby little fists. Harry left to the sounds of Lucius trying to coax the boy into releasing his hair.
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Surprisingly enough, Lucius was as good as his word. Less than a day later, Harry was back at Malfoy Manor. He waited in the same room for Snape to make an appearance.
"Mr. Potter?"
"Mr. Malfoy. Where's Snape?"
"He can see you right now. He asked me to give you this."
Lucius held out a piece of paper. Harry took it and opened it.
"Potter. If you truly wish to see me, there is something you must do first. Consider it a test of your good intentions. I have asked Lucius to deliver this to you. Have sex with him, here and now, and I will consent to speak to you. Snape."
Harry flushed red. That damn old pervert! He wasn't going to let a murderer like Malfoy anywhere near him!
"Is something wrong, Mr. Potter?"
Harry silently handed Lucius the note. Lucius read, and then walked out of the room. The door closed on its own behind him. Harry moved to the doorway, and put his ear to the door. He could hear Lucius yelling, something about a life debt. He couldn't hear the reply, but whatever it was must have been persuasive, because he heard footsteps coming back towards him. He quickly moved away from the door. No sense being caught eavesdropping.
The door slammed open as Lucius stalked back into the room. He did not look happy.
"So, what did he say?"
"The offer is non-negotiable. He will allow you to think about it overnight, but if you do not acquiesce, he will not see you."
"And you're okay with this offer?"
"Okay is not the word I would use, Mr. Potter. I will accept it, but I do not like it."
"If you don't like it, why are you accepting it?"
"What passes between Severus and myself is none of your business."
"You feel some sort of obligation, don't you?"
"Do I need to reiterate myself, Mr. Potter? None of your business."
"Well, if I'm going to fuck you, I rather think it is."
"Mr. Potter, there is no way in hell you will be 'fucking' me. Ever. I may deign to top you, but I will not bottom."
"And if the only way I will cooperate is if I top?"
"It is a matter of supreme indifference to me whether you ever see Severus or not. This is your quest, Mr. Potter, not mine."
"But I'm not gay."
"And that is a problem how?"
"I have no interest in taking it up the arse. Kinda disgusting, actually."
"That is your problem, not mine."
A gong sounded somewhere else in the house, and Lucius rolled his eyes. Harry was surprised how much he looked like Draco in that moment.
"Excuse me, Mr. Potter. It appears Severus wants to speak to me again."
Lucius walked out of the room, and this time Harry followed.
"Mr. Potter, please respect Severus's wishes."
"No. I want to see him with my own two eyes before I decide whether to do this or not. How else will I make sure this isn't one of your sick little games?"
"Mr. Potter, I have about as much interest in sleeping with a dead and rotting corpse. Let me assure you, you are nowhere near desirable to me."
"Yeah, I believe that. Just like I believe you were never a Death Eater. Give me a break."
Lucius's shoulders stiffened, but he said nothing, just increased his pace. Harry was surprised at how fast he could move and still look like he was strolling. Must be those long legs. He hurried to keep up, looking around as he did so. He'd never been inside a house like this, and he wanted to see what he could. He was so busy looking at the paintings on the walls, and the occasional wall niche with a statue in it, that he failed to notice that Lucius had stopped moving and slammed right into him, knocking him down and then compounding things by falling on top of him.
"Get off me now, Potter!"
"I'm trying, I'm stuck!"
“A likely story! Get off me this instant or else!”
“Or else what? You'll wiggle me to death?”
Lucius started to struggle. Harry found the wiggling quite distracting.
“Will you just hold still?”
“Or what? You'll knock me down and sit on top of me? You're already doing that, you idiot.”
Lucius's wiggling increased. Harry suddenly realized that certain portions of his anatomy had decided this was fun. He decided to put that down to the dry spell he'd been having since Ginny kicked him out and not to worry about it. After all, he didn't find Lucius Malfoy appealing in any way, shape, or form. Nope, not sexy at all. There was not a single thing appealing about him.
“Father? POTTER? Seriously, father, you can do better. Much better. In fact, I think you'd do better with pond scum.”
“Please get Potter off me, Draco. He seems to have failed at the simple task of walking.”
“Well, he failed a lot of simple tasks, as I recall.”
“Hey! Right here.”
“Which is the problem. I mean, really, Potter, how do you fail to get off someone after you've knocked them down?”
“How 'bout you just help untangle me and make snide comments later?”
“And exactly how are you tangled?”
“Your father's on both my arms. He's too heavy and I can't get them out.”
Draco grabbed Harry's shoulder and pulled, hard.
“Ow!”
“Crybaby. Are you unhurt, father?”
“More or less.”
"Potter, is there a particular reason you've shown up now, or did your life just feel empty without a Malfoy to annoy?"
"I need to see Snape."
"And if he doesn't want to see you?"
"Apparently I get to prove myself by fucking him, " said Harry, hitching his thumb in Lucius's direction.
Draco scrunched up his face in disgust. Lucius frowned.
"Draco, not helping."
"But, ewww, Potter?"
Lucius growled at his son, and Draco smiled.
"Father, that doesn't scare me. Anyway, I'm going out, and mother's babysitting. Oh, and let me know if it's as small as I think it is. You know it's generally proportional to height."
"Draco, I have no plans to regale you with the details of Potter's anatomy."
"Hey! I am not small!"
Lucius and Draco both looked down at him. Harry groaned inwardly. He hated being short. Everyone taller then him should have to kneel, so he was tall.
"Potter, you're short."
"No, you're just freakishly tall. Both of you."
Lucius raised an eyebrow, as did Draco.
"Fine, Mr. Potter. Draco, enjoy your lunch."
"Are you sure about this, father?"
"More or less. Now, go have a good time. I can handle Potter."
Draco sauntered off.
"Come along, Mr. Potter. Severus is just down this corridor."
Lucius started walking again. Harry followed, more carefully this time. He really did not need to make a fool of himself again. Lucius stopped in front of a door and opened it.
"Severus?"
Snape's voice was extremely raspy as he answered Malfoy.
"Yes, Lucius?"
"Potter refused to wait."
"Why am I not surprised? Let him in."
Lucius moved out of the doorway and Harry walked in. Snape was lying on a bed, surrounded by machines. He was connected to them by various tubes. He did not look well.
"What's wrong with him?"
"I'm a quadriplegic, Potter. The snake venom damaged my spine. These machines are keeping me alive."
"Oh."
"Now that your curiosity is satisfied, will you agree to the terms or not?"
"But why?"
"That is not your concern, Potter. Fuck Lucius, or let him fuck you, or leave. Pick one."
"But I'm not gay!"
"I don't care, Potter. Pick."
"I'm not bottoming for him, Severus."
"Lucius, you'll do as I say."
"I don't take orders from you, not on that. You know far better than most why I don't bottom. As I recall, you were there at the time, took a turn."
"And I saved your life that night, and how many other times? Nine, ten? Not to mention what I did to save Draco."
"Wait, what?"
Harry was really confused. He looked from Malfoy to Snape and back again. They appeared to be in a staring contest, until Malfoy turned to look at him.
"Not your business, Potter."
"But, um, if there's some good reason you won't bottom, then I kinda should know, shouldn't I? If we're going to have sex and all."
"Potter, do you know why I got off without going to Azkaban?"
"No, no one does."
"Then let's keep it that way, shall we? You have absolutely no need to know the details."
"But what does not bottoming have to do with...ohh. They gave you a merciful pardon cause of what Voldemort did, didn't they?"
"Potter, not your business. Now, are we doing this, or are you leaving?"
"Here?"
"No, Potter, not here. In another room."
"Oh."
Harry thought for a minute. He needed to talk to Snape, needed some sort of closure. But the idea of taking it up the arse really didn't appeal and neither did Malfoy.
"Do you know what to do?"
"Potter, Severus and I were lovers for many years. Do you honestly think he'd tolerate incompetence in bed any better than he tolerated it in the classroom?"
"Huh?"
"Yes, I know what to do, and how to make sure you enjoy yourself."
"I don't like this."
"The feeling is entirely mutual, Potter."
"Okay. Just so we understand each other."
"We do. Now if you'll follow me..."
Malfoy led Harry out of the room, closing the door behind him, and down the corridor to another door. He opened it to reveal a room dominated by a huge four poster bed. Harry gulped. This was really going to happen, he was really going to do this. Malfoy gestured him in, and closed the door behind him.
"There's a bathroom through there," Malfoy said, indicating another door. "Take a shower if you're so inclined."
Harry nodded and went into the bathroom. A shower would at least give him some time to think. The bathroom reminded him of one of those in the Muggle magazines, the ones Ginny was always drooling over. It was all stone and wood, and the shower was huge, with a seat and about five shower heads. He stripped quickly and turned the shower on. It was nice, very nice. He grabbed the soap, and started lathering himself up. He completely failed to notice Malfoy slip into the room, strip, and then open the shower door and slip his arms around Harry, who jumped.
"What the fuck?"
"Seemed easier than letting you think."
"But..."
Malfoy's hands found one of Harry's nipples and Harry arched back against him. Suddenly this didn't seem so bad. If Malfoy was planning on doing that, and ooh, nuzzling his neck just there, yup, not a problem at all. Malfoy certainly seemed to know what he was doing.
"Sit, Harry. It'll be easier."
Harry sat down on Malfoy's lap. He couldn't help noticing Malfoy's cock pressing against him, and it was strangely arousing. Malfoy lifted him, and turned him around so that they were facing. One of his hands grabbed Harry's arse as he pulled Harry into a kiss. Harry was very briefly embarrassed to note that their mouths were at the same height. Then he was too busy enjoying the kiss to pay attention to anything else. He ground his hips down into Malfoy's lap, wanting more contact, wanting more everything, and Malfoy obliged. A hand snaked around his cock, and he started to moan. This was so good, how could this be so good? Sex with Ginny was never like this. He'd never had sex like this. That hand knew exactly what to do to drive him wild.
"Fuck, I'm going to..."
And before he could even finish the warning, he came, splattering his seed all over Malfoy's crotch. Malfoy raised an eyebrow.
"A bit eager, are we, Harry?"
"Fuck, that was, fuck."
"I'm afraid I didn't understand that."
"Good. You're fucking good."
Lucius smiled.
"Nice to know, but that was just the prelude. Think you're up to the full score?"
"Fuck, yes."
"Then stand up and spread your legs apart."
Harry did as he was told, and Malfoy spread his arse cheeks apart. He tensed as Malfoy slipped a slick finger into him, but then Malfoy crooked his finger and brushed something, and oh god that was good.
"And that, Harry, is your prostate. And very soon, I'm going to be thrusting with all my might into that spot."
"Oh god."
Harry decided that Lucius Malfoy might have the sexiest voice ever, as Malfoy continued to tell him exactly what he was going to do to him while stretching him out.
"OH GOD! MORE!"
"You really are a little slut, aren't you Harry? I've got three fingers inside of you, and you still want more. How much more? Do you want my cock in there?"
"Oh fuck yes!"
Harry wasn't entirely sure what was happening or what he was saying, and he didn't much care. Just never wanted those fingers to stop.
"Move."
Harry wasn't sure what Malfoy meant, but then he was pushed down onto a hard surface.
"Kneel. I want that pretty arse stuck high up in the air so I can do all sorts of things to it."
Harry groaned and complied. He felt something blunt press against him and stiffened.
"Come now, Harry, don't you want me to keep making you feel good? You need to relax if you want that heavenly feeling back."
Harry relaxed, and Malfoy slowly pushed his cock in. It was big, so bit, and it hurt. Harry whimpered.
"Easy, Harry, easy," said Malfoy, patting Harry's side. "The worst part is over."
And then he started to move inside Harry, and Harry lost what little coherency he had left. He was babbling and moaning and begging as Malfoy kept thrusting and it was the greatest thing ever and how could he not have known how amazing this was and oh GOD MALFOY!
Harry came, gasping and sputtering, and two thrusts later, Malfoy came as well, and sat down onto the bench next to Harry, breathing hard.
"Fuck, that was fuck."
"Yes, Harry, that was a fuck. A pretty decent one."
Harry sat down next to Malfoy, leaning against him.
"No, that was, I don't know the words for what that was but how did I not know how amazing taking it up the arse was?"
"Obviously your education was sadly neglected."
"I mean sex with Ginny's nothing like this."
"How very sad for you, Harry."
"And I'm really going to have to stop thinking of you as Malfoy. It's confusing."
"Considering what we're just done, you may call me Lucius if you like."
"Can we do that again?"
"I will need some time to recover, Harry."
"No, I mean, like another time? Just because it's nice, not because I want to see Snape."
Lucius burst out laughing.
"Hey! That's not funny!"
Lucius kept laughing. Harry punched him in the mouth.
"THAT'S NOT FUNNY!"
Lucius put a hand to his face.
"Amazingly, yes it is. I win the bet. I told Severus you were bi."
"What? This was all a trick to win a bet?"
"And make a dying man happy. Severus has been watching the entire time."
"I'll kill you!"
Harry wrapped his hands around Lucius' throat and began to squeeze. Lucius clawed at his forearms, leaving deep livid claw marks, but Harry was not going to let go. And then the world went black.
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Harry woke up in a strange room. His head and arse really hurt. He rubbed his head ruefully. He was wearing his pants, and there was a note pinned to his crotch.
"Potter. Word of advice, never strangle on the first date. If you want to make arrangements, owl. Severus quite enjoyed the show.
-L
Postscript: your relations with your wife might be improved if you accepted your attraction to men and dealt with it. Just a thought."
Harry groaned and put his head in his hands. He'd gone to see Snape seeking closure, and now things were much more complicated. Fuck.
And the little voice in his head telling him 'yes, we got fucked and we loved it and let's do it again now' really wasn't helping. It was right, but it certainly wasn't helping.