Fandom: Harry Potter

Title: Lucius

Words: 605

Warnings/Disclaimer: This story contains homosexual insinuations. If that offends or disturbs you in any way, nick off. I don't own Harry Potter, because small children wouldn't be allowed to read (or watch) it if I did.

Lucius Malfoy was tired. Many things made him tired; a night full of cruciatus curses aimed at him from Lord Voldemort, business meetings, reading owls from Wizenmagot members, talking to Minister Fudge, and hurting children (because hurting children made him unable to sleep.) But not one of those was the real reason he was tired. He was tired because he had just spent almost the entirety of the night having hot sex with Harry Bloody Potter.

Lucius hadn't meant to have sex with him, in fact he'd just wanted to capture him and deliver him to his Lord. But the child was drunk, and Lucius hated harming children. It just didn't sit right with him, as a father. And is not like a drunk sixteen year old would remember what happened. So he'd planned to lead the child to a public place where a concerned member of the public would help him to his house. Except that didn't happen.

It turns out that Harry is a very talkative, flirty drunk. And had a knack for buying people drinks. So Lucius had ended up drinking a bit too much, and hadn't really minded when Harry had slid around the booth they were sitting at, and he did absolutely nothing to stop the green eyed teen when he went in for a pash. In fact the elder man had encouraged the behaviour by placing a supporting hand on the teens lower back.

Harry had started to grind down, and Lucius' sensible side took over. Unfortunately, the sensible side was also drunk on Black Sambuca and Contreau. So its idea was to stop the exhibitionalist behaviour and just take the boy back to his house. And Lucius agreed with the idea wholeheartedly. Soon the boy was naked underneath him, writhing and moaning and screaming. His legs were wrapped around Lucius' waist, back arched and head thrown back as he begged for Lucius to take him harder and faster.

Hours later they finally finished and Harry rolled off Lucius, although one of the blonde mans hands stayed on the small hip. Harry curled into Lucius' side and they both fell into a blissful, unaware, still drunk post-coital sleep.

Lucius was awoken by the wards on his front door alerting him to the fact that someone, who was not his wife or son, was leaving the building. Lucius rushed over to the window, only half aware of the fact that he was devoid of his usual bedclothes, and looked down over the grounds.

He spotted a figure hastily retreating from the house, and Lucius was surprised to note that the figure's shoes were being carried. Lucius followed the figure with his molten silver eyes until he could no longer sight him. He walked back to his bed tiredly, wondering who it was that was retreating from his house so hastily and whether they belonged to his wife or son, until he spotted one bright yellow sock. The sock was folded in between the silk sheets that were lying crumpled at the foot of his bed and his memory returned, though it was slightly fuzzy.

He cursed as he realised that Harry Potter had just escaped from his house, and could probably remember everything. Lucius groaned as he fell back onto his bed, sending a glare to the blue sock that he could distinctly remember pulling off as fast as he could before removing the teens underwear with his teeth. Lucius grimaced. He would not be happy when he woke up again, but right now he was still half asleep and allowed to marvel at how good a fuck Harry Potter had been.