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Made for it
Author: me_midget (surprise, surprise)
Fandom: Harry Potter
Summary: When Oliver's and Lucius' life goes on and everything seems to be perfect and just the way they want it to be more and more stumbling blocks are lying in their way.
Pairings: Oliver/Lucius
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: slash (surprise, surprise), mpreg, fluff, drama; un-beta-ed
Disclaimer: I own Olli-Poo and nothing and nobody else
Comments: This thing is having a more open 'ending', I think, but I hope it is still alright. I'll go to sleep now. Nighty! ... And I'm angry at lj, because it forces me to use the stupid Rich-text and the fucking shit is not working proberly and I want to pull my hair out. ARGH!
"Are you ready, love?" Lucius asked and adjusted his traditional robes in front of the mirror.
"Would you let me stay here if I say no?" Oliver asked, clearly looking unhappy.
"No."
"Thought so." He sighed and let Lucius draw him in a quick hug.
"You know that the press is waiting for us. They are here because I said that we have an announcement to make. So we can't let them stand there."
"I know. I'm just not ready for this."
"It'll be alright." Lucius brushed some none existent soot off of Oliver's robes and smoothed them down, shortly resting on the 2 kilogram extra weight that was Oliver's stomach and home to their little, unborn baby boy.
"I hope." Oliver sighed, took Lucius' hand and let himself be led outside to a table that was securely behinds thick, invisible wards. The press was already awaiting them and questions shot up as soon as they were in sight.
When Lucius cleared his throat every single one of them got silent. Oliver looked at them and smirked inside. Sometimes it was good to have such a famous and influential husband. And sometimes he just wanted to lead a life without any reporter trying to storm his wedding reception.
"Ladies and gentleman, my husband and I have invited you to inform you of an interesting development concerning his and my future. We thought that the public has the right to know about this, hence why we asked you - the finest of our Wizarding culture's newsmakers - to come. Ladies and gentleman, we would like to announce my husband's pregnancy."
Well, Lucius knew without a doubt how to make a good show out of a simple, short announcement. Reporters jumped to their feet, their hands raised up high and yelled questions as if firing spells at an opponent.
"Lucius! Lucius!" The reporters shouted and Oliver cringed. He hated it when the people form the press used their names as if they knew them personally, but they did it ever since they noticed during the press conference after the wedding that shouting "Mr Malfoy!" could cause some confusion.
Lucius pointed at someone form the Daily Prophet.
"How far into the pregnancy are you, Oliver?" Oliver also hated when people asked him questions or when they first shouted Lucius' name to ask Oliver afterwards. But it was necessary.
"I'm five months pregnant now."
"Do you know the sex of the baby yet?"
"If I would I wouldn't tell you." Lucius shot him a look and Oliver grimaced wryly. "Can't spoil the surprise, can I? I don't want to take the fun of guessing and betting after all." Some laughed, but not long, because there were so many questions that needed to be asked.
"Are you still working?"
"Are you planning to stay at home once the child is born?"
"Don't you think it's unnatural for men to be pregnant?"
"Are you doing something special to make sure that the baby is healthy?"
"Who is your doctor?"
"What made you want to have a baby?" In the end they didn't even answer half of the questions, but the hoard was happy and Apperated from the room the second Oliver and Lucius had left - there were news that needed to be published after all.
Oliver plodded down on the sofa and closed his eyes, groaning in relief when he finally hit the cushion.
"Are you tired?" Lucius asked and it sounded like he was pulling his robes off - something Oliver hadn't bothered with. Too many clasps that would take too much time to be opened and would have delayed the lying down.
"Uh-huh." He heard heavy steps, caused by Lucius' boots, and then gentle hands brushed over his forehead. Oliver sighed. "At least it's over now."
"Common, sit up." Lucius said and pulled Oliver into a sitting position, before he started to open the clasps. He pressed butterfly kisses on Oliver's temple.
"Hmm. That feels nice." Oliver mumbled, not even bothering to open his eyes.
"Do you want a massage?" Lucius took off the robe, sat down behind Oliver and ran his fingers up and down the back of Oliver's neck, applying slight pressure to the tense muscles.
"God ..." Oliver hummed contently and Lucius slipped his hands under Oliver's shirt, slowly massaging the tension and the knot away. He liked touching Oliver's skin. Always hot and never as soft as his own, no matter how many of Lucius' creams and gels he secretly used. He could feel Oliver's ribs and his spine and silently vowed to present him with a huge chocolate cake the next day. Oliver made a noise in the back of his throat and Lucius smiled deviously, because he didn't even have to look down on Oliver to find the second reason why he liked massaging Oliver. He lit his hands wander to Oliver's chest and brushed the nipples, making Oliver gasp and himself harden even more. He unzipped Oliver's trousers and took his dick out while pushing his own groin at Oliver's butt.
"Lick." He whispered into his lover's ear, making him whimper and sneaking his tongue out and licking Lucius' left hand until it was wet all over. Lucius bit down on Oliver's ear and started stroking Oliver's dick, his hand slick from Oliver's own saliva. Oliver moaned when Lucius ran his thumb over Oliver's slit and Lucius held him tight against his chest, rubbing himself against Oliver's bum. "Do you like fucking my hand, Oliver? Slick and hot and wet and tight? Just like your hole, Oliver. Imagine me pumping into it, hard. Would you like that? I could reduce you to a screaming, begging mass." Oliver arched up in his hand and desperately let one of his hands grasp the one on his cock. He moaned hoarsely one last time and then came all over Lucius' hand. Only seconds later Lucius let out a deep groan and then stilled.
Oliver opened an eye and turned his head so he could look at Lucius' flushed face.
"Did you just come in your trousers?" Oliver asked smugly. Lucius shrugged.
"You know how much I like your little whimpers." Lucius untangled himself from Oliver and got up, watching with a fond smile how Oliver tried to suppress a yawn. "You're look exhausted, love." He bent down and picked Oliver up, bridal style, admiring himself for his strength, and carried Oliver to their bedroom, where he tucked him in.
"Lie down next to me, Luc?" Lucius thought about refusing, because he had still some work to do, but he couldn't say no when Oliver had this open, pleading look.
"Sure."
When Oliver woke up it was morning already or at least the clock on his nightstand said that it was, because Oliver didn't feel very rested. He sighed and lay quiet for some seconds till he noticed what had woken him up.
"Are you leaving?" He asked Lucius, who was straightening his cravat in front of the mirror.
"Yes. I have work to do. My office is loaded and if I ever want to make it to a partner my bosses have to see that I can manage so much work."
"But on a Sunday?"
"I didn't work yesterday." Oliver huffed.
"I don't understand why you have to work on Saturdays anyway. Why can't you have a normal work schedule like everyone else has?"
"What, a 9am-5pm day? Like <i>the commons</i>? Ew." Lucius said smugly and completely ignored that Oliver glared at him.
"<b>I</b> am working in these hours."
"I know."
"Arse."
"You know you love it."
"Psh!"
"Oh, common. Aurors and the guys at Gringotts are working on Sundays too. And the shop keepers, restaurant owners and their staff. Quidditch players. Dragon tamers. Remus."
"Remus is researching about Dark Arts at the moment."
"Exactly. And he's researching all the time. Black whined about it the last time he was here."
"... I don't see your point." Lucius came over and kissed him on the forehead.
"My point is that I have to leave for work now. See you later."
"Yeah, yeah. Later." Lucius rolled his eyes and left Oliver, who quickly fell asleep again.
Oliver sipped at his tea and looked at Lily, who was sitting on the other side of the table in the winter garden where they were having tea.
"How's it going then?" he asked.
"With being pregnant?" Lily sat down her cup. "Quite alright. I hadn't had the morning sickness like you had, thank God, but since the beginning I have this weird food cravings. I'm eating Fizzing Whizzbees all the time."
"You hated them when we were in school."
"I know." Lily grimaced. "I still do." Oliver laughed and took a bite of his chocolate cake that had been delivered earlier and had been the reason to invite Lily over. That and needing someone to talk to.
"Weird that you and me are pregnant the same time."
"Yes, but you beat me to it." Lily waggled with the pastry fork in front of his face and made him laugh again. Then he looked at the cake and his face darkened.
"I can't believe that he's working on a Sunday. Is his work more important than me?"
"Oh, honey, don't think that. You know he's only working so hard because he wants to become a partner and make more money."
"What for? We have everything we need."
"And when the baby is born? You'll need more."
"Well, it's not like we're poor or anything."
"No, it's not. But look at this from Lucius' point of view. He grew up in a huge manor with enormously rich parents. Of course he wants his child to have every comfort he had."
"His life wasn't that good as a kid."
"I know. But Lucius wants his child to not worry about anything. He'll be a doting father, you know that."
"Or he's just a workaholic."
"You don't really think that, do you?"
"... No. ... I'm sorry, I shouldn't bother you with this."
"I don't mind, Olli." Lily reached out and took his hand in hers.
"I'm just frustrated. And my back hurts."
"Didn't you say that Lucius gave you a backrub yesterday?" She wiggled her eyebrows, making him chuckle.
"Yeah, he did. But that was yesterday and now is now."
"Very wise of you."
"I know." Oliver stuck his tongue out. And just when he was about to ask something about how James was doing - he had been quite freaking out when they had found out about Lily's pregnancy nearly two months after Oliver got pregnant himself - he felt something. Oliver gasped and stared down at his stomach.
"Oliver?" Lily asked, sounding concerned. "Are you alright?" Oliver blinked and put a hand on his slightly round belly.
"I ..." he started. There. There it was again, like a strong tingle. Oliver let out a shaky laugh. "He's kicking."
"What?" Lily jumped up and quickly walked over to him.
"My baby ... Oh God ... I can feel him." One hand on his stomach the other flew to his mouth and covered it. A lump formed in his throat and he tried to swallow it down, but it wouldn't go away. Lily lay her hand down next to his and squealed when she felt another tentative move. Oliver looked at her and tears started spilling out of his eyes. How much he wished it would be Lucius sitting next to him now.
"Honey, I'm home!" Lucius called when he walked through the door. He heard noises from the kitchen and followed them like
"Hey." he said, barely turning around. "Dinner should be ready in a few minutes. You can already sit down if you want to."
"Can I help you with anything?" Lucius asked and sat down.
"Nah. Don't trouble yourself." Oliver tested the sauce he had been stirring and waved his wand, making plates, forks and knifes sail out of the closets. Another wave of his wand made sure that the pots were floating behind him when he sat down.
"What's for dinner?"
"See for yourself." Oliver said and started serving. "Beef with mushroom-cream sauce, potatoes and green beans. And I have pudding for dessert."
"You're a doll."
"I never want to hear that again, Lucius Malfoy." Lucius snickered. "So I take it your day has been good?"
"It was quite alright. Got most of the work done so I don't have to start extra early today. And how was your day?"
"Nice. I had Lily over for tea."
"Oh? And what did you two talk about?"
"The baby."
"Ours?"
"Yes."
"How incredibly handsome he will become? He is, after all, my son." Oliver shot him a look and cleared his throat.
"We talked about how he moved."
"Moved?"
"Yes. You know it's when you do this." Oliver waved around his arms, looking quite ridiculously and making Lucius frown.
"I know what moving is, you prick. I mean, what do you mean with moved?"
"I mean that I felt him moving." Oliver's was suddenly quite small. Lucius' fork clattered loudly onto the plate.
"What?" He blinked and was next to Oliver in the blink of an eye, putting both of his hands on Oliver's stomach. "When?"
"Around
"Is he alright?"
"Yes. I read it up. They don't move all the time, especially not at the beginning. And if they do you can't always feel it. I mean, later you can, when the baby is big and strong enough and when you do it'll probably hurt, but not now."
"So I'm late?"
"Yes." Lucius let go of his stomach and sat down again, picking at his food. Oliver couldn't but feel ... cold and lonely without the touch.
"I'm sorry." Lucius mumbled. It felt weird to know that he hadn't been there when it happened. Somehow he had thought he would automatically be there when something happened. Something important like this ... he should've been here.
"It's alright. Now eat before your dinner gets cold."