"You look tired," Lucius said as he walked into the large meeting room, making sure that he moved as smoothly and gracefully as his upbringing had taught him. The space between them was a decently large one, this room was designed for large gatherings after all, and it allowed Lucius the time that he wanted to ensure that those green eyes had time to take him in properly, he had worn robes that fitted him perfectly, shaped over his chest to show off the muscles there, shaped over his waist, and cut back so that his legs could be seen properly in the fitted grey linen that he was wearing, knowing that when he stepped forward the material clung around the muscles in his thighs. His robes flowed around him impressively, the light blue looking almost like water, highlighting his slightly tanned skin and bringing out his blue eyes perfectly.

It also helped that the man he was walking towards always tended to wear black robes, not as any form of a fashion statement but more through laziness and not caring about the image that the right robes could present. It frustrated Lucius repeatedly. But he worked with what he had, and knowing that the other would be in dark robes made it easier for him to dress himself, wanting to highlight the differences between them, showing the balance between them.

He was halfway down the hall when the man he was walking to shifted in his seat, instead of leaning forward with his elbows resting on his knees the way that he had when Lucius had walked in, he dropped back into the chair - 'it isn't a throne, Lucius!' - in that lazy sprawl he had that drove many of them mad, and Lucius was definitely not immune to it, feeling his pulse flutter.

"Charming," Harry said watching as Lucius got a little closer.

"Meant with concern, not insult," Lucius held his hands up.

"Well, you decided to run off on holiday and left me to deal with the idiots," Harry said softly.

"I invited you to come with me," Lucius reminded him.

"Yes, you did," Harry snorted, turning to look out the window tiredly, resting his chin into the palm of his hand. "Don't think holidays are really something I have time for,"

"You are the Lord of Britain, you can do as you wish," Lucius reminded him, again.

"I am the Dark Lord of Britain, and I have responsibilities here," Harry said, still not looking at him as he came to a stop at the four stairs leading up to the dais Harry's chair - 'it's NOT a throne, Lucius!' - sat on.

"You can enjoy yourself and be responsible," Lucius argued.

"You're back early, did you not have a good time?" Harry turned green eyes onto him without turning his head.

"No, it was quite enjoyable," Lucius answered.

"Then why come back early?" Harry sighed, turning fully to him.

"I missed you," Lucius said simply, and Harry's stunning green eyes narrowed on him.

"I am not in the mood for this Lucius," Harry sighed, annoyed.

"For what?" Lucius tilted his head, making sure that his blond hair slipped over his shoulder and fell around his face like a curtain.

"You know exactly what, Lucius," Harry's narrowed eyes started turning into a glare.

"I have no clue what you mean," Lucius looked right back at him with calm blue eyes.

"Enough Lucius! I have had a long few days, and I am not in the mood for this!" Harry slammed his hands onto his chair sitting up straight.

"My Lord, I am not…"

"Lucius! Get out! I have told you that I am not in the mood for this! This stops right now, no more of this! Go!" Harry got to his feet and pointed out the door as he shouted. The air was still between them for a few moments, and there were several things that Lucius could say and do at this moment. He chose probably the most confrontational one, and probably the only one that was going to work.

He stepped onto the first step, without permission.

"Lucius!" Harry warned.

"You always keep yourself away from me, you keep the distance between us like it is a shield, you push away everything that I say, you ignore everything that I have said to you, you ignore what I am trying to say to you," Lucius stepped onto the second step, and Harry's eyes widened.

"Lucius, stop this!" Harry tried to demand, but there was a slight tremble in his voice and he took a step back, his arm wrapping around his waist.

"No," Lucius made it clear, stepping onto the third step.

"Why are you doing this? Why do you have to do this!" Harry turned away from him, staring out the window again. Lucius stepped onto the fourth and final step, and finally, he was standing on the dais, the same level as Harry, looking at the smaller, lithe young man staring out the window, his expression tired and his face looking drawn.

"Because I missed you while I was away, desperately, no matter how enjoyable the holiday was, I missed you," Lucius admitted softly.

"Of course, you did," Harry's snorted and derisive response was not the reaction that Lucius had been expecting to his confession, and he frowned a little confused.

"I did," He said firmly.

"I am sure you missed me desperately while you were fucking Zabini!" Harry snapped, turning around to glare at him, and Lucius blinked at him.

"Zabini?" Lucius asked.

"I am not stupid Malfoy!" Harry snapped, fully glaring at him now.

"I know you are not, I have not been Malfoy to you for nearly two years now," Lucius had not been expecting it to go quite in this direction, he had known that it wasn't going to be easy, but this was baffling and utterly unexpected. Pretty much everything that he should have expected from Harry really now that he was thinking about it.

"No you haven't, but I am fed up with this, I want you to leave and I don't want to see your face again!"

"I am not… My Lord…Harry…I have not slept with Zabini," Lucius shook his head.

"Do not lie to me!" Harry shouted, suddenly spinning around and storming towards him, shoving at his chest. Lucius gripped Harry's wrist, using the chance of him finally being close enough to him. "Let go!"

"I am not lying to you," Lucius shook his head.

"So Zabini didn't go with you?" Harry stopped trying to pull his arm away but glared furiously up at Lucius.

"He did, his uncle called in a favour with me, he wanted his nephew introduced to a few people there, and so he came with me and I made the introductions," Lucius shook his head.

"Right, and he didn't warm your bed? Didn't keep you entertained?" Harry sneered.

"I am not interested in being 'entertained' in any way, and I have not been since I knelt at your feet and swore myself to you as my Lord! I have been nothing but loyal and truthful to you, I have always been honest with you, I have stood by your side, through defeating Voldemort, assisting you in taking over the Death Eaters you wanted and getting rid of the ones that you did not want, defeating Dumbledore and helping rid those of the Order you wished rid of, through taking over Wizarding Britain, I have been loyal to you and you alone, mind, body, and heart!" Lucius growled tugging Harry closer to himself.

"You play with me! You play with my emotions! You take advantage of…of the way that you know I feel about you to play with me, and get out of me what you want!" Harry turned his eyes away from Lucius, and his heart ached for the man that he cared so much about and the things that he had been through.

"You think that I am playing with you to get what I want out of you?" Lucius repeated.

"Lucius," Harry growled warningly, turning to glare up at him again, but within those green eyes, Lucius was able to see the hurt that Harry was so good at hiding. "What are you doing?" he blinked confused, swaying forward when Lucius suddenly let go of his arm, taking a step back away from him.

Harry clutched his arm to his chest as he watched Lucius taking another step back, unsure whether Lucius was going to turn and leave him now or not. Instead, Lucius dropped down onto one knee in front of Harry in an imitation of the night that he had bound himself to the powerful young man and sworn to fight for him, truly starting the ball rolling on Harry standing where he was now.

"On my magic, on my honour, and on my name I swear that nothing I have ever said or done in regard to my feelings for you has been a lie," Lucius placed his hand over his chest and spoke the vow.

"Lucius, stand up," Harry flustered.

"I have never, and will never play with your emotions, or play with you, and I never ever wish to hurt you, this is swear," Lucius finished.

"You didn't say anything about not using the way I feel about you to get what you want," Harry was blushing a delightful red as he looked down at Lucius, his whole face softening as he took in what Lucius had just vowed to him.

"My Lord, My Love," Lucius smirked, standing in a smooth motion and swept to stand over Harry so that his Lord had to tilt his head up to look at him, Lucius' blond hair and light robes sweeping around the darker form of his Lord like a veil with the sudden movement forward. He smirked down at Harry as he cupped his face, this was one of the reasons that he loved him, he was quick thinking and sharp. "I am a Malfoy, I will always try and get what I want,"

"At least you admit it," Harry huffed, not quite meeting Lucius' eyes as that blush got a little darker.

"Just as I know that you are perfectly capable of not giving in to all my whims, as frustrating as that can be," Lucius chuckled, stroking his thumb over Harry's cheek. He took a breath when green eyes finally lifted and met his.

"Lucius," Harry said, and it was pleading, pleading for him not to be playing with him despite his vow, pleading with him not to hurt him the way that so many others had.

"I love you," Lucius answered in response and watched joy sweep over the handsome face under his hand. "More than anything, I love you, My Lord, My Love," he repeated, and Harry sucked in a deep breath.

"Kiss me,"

"Is that an order, My Lord?" Lucius chuckled.

"Yes!" Harry growled gripping Lucius' lapels and started pulling him forward.

"My Lord, I have some letters here from…"

"Oh for the love of Merlin!" Lucius groaned when the doors to the hall opened and one of Harry's staff walked in.

"Unless one of those letters tells me that the whole of London is burning, get out and I don't want to be disturbed until after breakfast tomorrow!" Harry ordered snapping his eyes around to glare at the poor woman.

"Yes My Lord!" she squeaked, but then her brain seemed to catch up with her, and it was with a grin that she spun around and hurried away, shutting, and locking the doors behind her.

"I never get a moment peac…" Harry's grumbled words were cut off when Lucius gripped his chin and turned him back to face him, slamming their lips together finally, taking no chance that they wouldn't be interrupted by another of Harry's staff, or one of his friends, or a house elf, or one of the Weasley Warriors or whatever ridiculous name they were calling themselves and their 'resistance' now, he was fed up of being interrupted with Harry, and now that he had him in his arms he was not stopping until Harry was panting in pleasure beneath him with Lucius' name on his lips!

Harry groaned as Lucius kissed him, throwing his arms around the blond's shoulders and slipping his hand into his hair, twining the soft golden threads around his fingers as he kissed back with equal passion, making noises of utter pleasure into Lucius' mouth.

"So amazing," Lucius murmured against Harry's lips as the Dark Lord twisted his hand in the air and he felt about 10 wards and seals closing around the room to make sure that they were not going to be interrupted.

"Lucius," Harry groaned, and he was unable to resist anything that his Lord wanted of him. He leaned forward and kissed him again, sliding their lips together in a dance that the two of them had been made to tangle in together. He groaned when Harry tugged at his hair, and kissed him with a passion and a need that Lucius had never dared to imagine even in some of his wildest dreams.

Harry waved his hand behind them, and Lucius felt the wash of some more wandless magic before he was distracted with kissing and exploring the man that he had loved for so long now, the one that he had been desperate for, the one that despite his bravado he had been unsure that he would be allowed to have.

"Lucius, I need you," Harry murmured against his mouth.

"You have me, always," Lucius murmured back, chasing those lips even as Harry chuckled.

"I need you now," Harry said between kisses, and Lucius clicked on.

"If this is what going away gets me, I am going away far more often," Lucius hummed, leaning down to kiss Harry only for the younger man to dodge him by leaning back and glaring at him.

"Absolutely not, I forbid it!" Harry huffed.

"Did you miss me?" Lucius smirked.

"Like a hole in the head,"

"We will work on your pillow talk," Lucius decided.

"You're a cheeky arse," Harry grumbled, but he was lured back in with those kisses and soon lost himself in them again, indulging himself in them, losing himself in Lucius.

"Are we making love on your throne?" Lucius asked excitedly as he stumbled back to where Harry had motioned earlier and saw that he had extended and stretched the seat of his throne so that it resembled a bed.

"It isn't a throne!" Harry huffed.

"Throne,"

"Chair!"

"Throne!"

"Chair!"

"Throne!"

"You are insufferable!" Harry said as Lucius helped lower him down onto the throne chair and quickly followed him down after throwing his robes away to the side carelessly, blanketing Harry's slender body with his own as he found those now red and kiss bruised lips with his own again.

"I am yours though," Lucius said seriously, pulling back to look down at Harry, "for as long as you will have me,"

"And if I never want to let you go?"

"All the better, it would break my heart being parted from you," Lucius admitted. Harry sucked in a breath before reaching up and pulling him down into another kiss, sliding his hands down as soon as their lips met to undo the buttons of Lucius' shirt and shoved it off of his shoulders.

Harry groaned and arched his back, tilting his head to allow Lucius' clever lips more access to his throat, the blond teasing his way down it with little nips and licks, while Harry's hands explored the hard planes and muscles of Lucius' back. He gasped when his own shirt was yanked off, and he found his nipples being teased unsure whether Lucius' teeth on one or fingers on the other were causing more pleasure.

"Perfect," Lucius groaned looking down at Harry, his Lord, flushed with pleasure, hair ruffled and even wilder than normal, his green eyes shot with lust as they stared at Lucius, his lips swollen delightfully and parted in pleasure.

"Lucius," Harry groaned arching up to thrust their hips together.

"Yes," Lucius agreed feeling their hard erections brushing together through their trousers, feeling how hard Harry was for him already, feeling how much he wanted him, feeling how eager he was for Lucius.

Harry waved his hand and their trousers and underwear disappeared in a blink, and Lucius was sure that this was the muggle heaven that Harry had told him about as Harry's thighs came up to grip his hips and Lucius slotted between the perfect valley that Harry's legs made for him, his erection pressing against the already lubed and stretched entrance waiting for him.

"My Lord?" Lucius asked and Harry smiled beautifully at him, slipping his hands into Lucius' hair again.

"Make love to me, Lucius?" he requested, and Lucius lost himself in the hot, tight heat of the man that he had risked everything on, on the man that he had given everything to, and would carry on doing so.

He rocked them together as he eased his way into Harry's body, watched every expression, every flutter of eyelashes, every expression of pleasure that crossed Harry's face, and in return, Harry drank in exactly the same from his own face.

The grip of Harry's body around him, the heat and the passion between them, how desperate they both were for each other drove Lucius higher and higher as he made love to Harry, their bodies rocking together and finding a perfect rhythm to give and take pleasure from each other. Their hands were barely still, Lucius propped himself up above Harry with one of his hands while the other stroked and searched, explored and caressed, and Harry's hands were just as restless, seeming unable to settle on a part of Lucius that they wanted to touch, embrace, and tease.

With a small cry of pleasure, Lucius could not hold himself back any longer and he thrust inside of Harry's body as deep as he could and spilled inside of him, and the feeling of Lucius pressing firmly against his prostate with the angle he was in, along with the feeling of his hot cum filling him sent Harry over the edge spilling between them with a soft cry of pleasure of his own.

Panting Lucius dropped down onto the small space beside Harry though he kept his arm and leg over the smaller man, looking at him as though he were unable to believe his eyes.

"What?" Harry laughed when the blond carried on just looking at him with a soft smile on his face.

"Just unable to believe how lucky I am, and how much I am going to torture Zabini for risking you thinking that I was fucking his nephew," Lucius snorted.

"I wouldn't, I probably wouldn't have said most of what I did, and apparated out, if I hadn't been jealous," Harry laughed turning to look up at the ornately painted ceiling above them. "You have been annoying pain in my arse for years now, pun intended, but I love you too,"

Harry looked so vulnerable, and so open, that Lucius couldn't help but lean forward to kiss Harry again, this time their kiss was slow and sweet, and when they parted Lucius stroked his thumb over Harry's cheek as he smiled gently at him. "Even if you never give me anything at all, those words are all I will ever need,"

"I am sure that I can give you a few treats," Harry smiled rolling over and resting his head on Lucius' arm so that he could look at his lover.

"What type of treats?" Lucius smirked and Harry started laughing.

"You're incorrigible!"

"Seeing you smile and laugh is enough for me," Lucius brushed a lock of dark hair from Harry's face before leaning forward to kiss him gently. "You carry so much weight on your shoulders, I just want to ease your burden a little, in any way that I can," he said gently when they parted.

"What happened to 'I am a Malfoy, I always try and get what I want'?" Harry smiled.

"From everyone but you," Lucius said with such honesty that Harry felt his breath catching in his chest as those sea-blue eyes looked at him.

"I thought that you were playing with me, that there was no way that you really wanted me," Harry admitted, curling a strand of Lucius' blond hair around his finger.

"I have wanted you for years Harry, I will never stop wanting you. Going away, all I could think of was wanting to be back here with you, though preferably you would have been there with me, sprawled out on the sand relaxing," Lucius added the last bit a little mischievously, lighting the mood between them.

"It won't be easy, being with me," Harry warned.

"The positives far outweigh the negatives," Lucius shook his head, "you are trying to push me away,"

"I'm sorry…I just…"

"You're allowed to have good things in your life, you know Harry, you're allowed to be happy, take things for yourself," Lucius said softly.

"My Snake," Harry said fondly tugging Lucius forward with the hair that was still curled around his finger and pressed their lips together again. "What would I do without you?"

"You will never have to know," Lucius promised, kissing Harry again a little deeper.

"Really? Again?" Harry laughed, feeling Lucius' erection pressing against his thigh.

"I told you, there have not been any lovers for a long time, and I have been close to your side and never allowed to touch, only allowed to watch, I am going to be insatiable for quite a while,"

"Promises, promises," Harry smiled before apparating them out of the room and into his bedroom.