*moans and weeps at the buffet of hotness spread out, including the unexpected morsels of unlooked-for delight* Oh, GOD. A Harry who solicits this from Lucius and a Lucius who's STILL a bastard about it! The awful, brutal fucking that Harry makes himself endure, the spanking, Lucius using Legilimency on him...! (God, this beautiful phrase: Memories were bleeding out like slabs of meat, prodded and examined with the shiny blade...) And the post-coital plotting and revelations were so full, so delicious, they rivaled the smut for hot-making cleverness, I swear. The depth of this blew me away, with the entire backstory of Harry's Slytherin upbringing woven throughout this without ever feeling heavy or out of place. And the multi-pairing lusting of Harry! For Lucius, for Draco, for Ron, for Sirius, fuck, how I loved that you put that in there especially. And the way Snape still hates him. (In fact, the line "Snape hates my guts," Harry stated flatly. was poetry, bare and sweet and laid out plainly like that.) And the last line--a perfect ending as well as a delicious reminder of how young Harry is, to be plotting all this, for Lucius to be sodomizing him, all of it. OH.