Against Better Judgement, Chapter 4
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gwendolyngraceDisclaimers: Everything originates with JK Rowling. Her characters; my spin.
Spoilers: PoA? Possible GoF. Maybe even OoP, although this was originally begun 2 years before it came out.
(Originally chapter 5? Okay, I'm confused now. Maybe Chapter 1 was really 1-2, not 1-3. Whatever.)
Summary: Lucius visits his fiancee at Hogwarts but gives in to temptation on the side.
Pairing: LM/SS/JP
Warnings: Slash. Boy Sluts. BDSM. Threesomes may occur. Major age differences, but I will not be specific. Suffice to say that in my interpretation, Lucius is at least 10 years older than the Marauders. For modesty's sake, we can assume everyone is at least well into puberty. If you are squicked by statutory sex, imagine the boys are above the age of consent. I won't argue.
Archive: Drop me a line, but be my guest.
Notes: Here it is, the sex you've been waiting for! Well, some of it, anyway. Lucius and James!
The rest of the week went well, until Friday morning. Severus spent his free time preparing James, working out their code, and thinking about how he wanted to present their deal to Lucius. But Friday, the Owl Post brought him a letter from home.
It was a rare occurrence, but not unheard of, for Severus to hear from his father. Usually it meant he was in some sort of trouble. The envelope wasn't red, at least, so he hadn't done anything to get a Howler. With a slightly shaking hand, he took the communication from the owl, who swooped away immediately.
The handwriting belonged to neither his father, Cadmus, nor his uncle, Maximus, but its loops and swirls proclaimed it to be penned by Plautus Brixton, his uncle's companion. It read:
Severus,
However are you getting on this year? We haven't heard anything--can't I entice you to come home for Easter this once, at least? No, I know: you prefer to stay there with your friends.
You're already wondering why in the world I'm writing to you, aren't you? You're right, dear, there is a reason, of course, besides worrying about you. It's not easy to say but--well, you ought to know. We had the Ministry in earlier this week--nothing we can't take care of ourselves, but...there may be a fine. It won't be large, I'm sure--after all, Max and your father know how to get round the bureaucracy, always have done--but you may need to work this summer, instead of taking a well-deserved break.
I don't wish to alarm you, dear, but I thought you ought to be prepared. Anything you have to contribute to expenses of course would help greatly to alleviate the situation. But don't stint yourself on our account! I always say that you should be able to keep a little pocket money for yourself, despite what your father says. We'll be fine.
Meanwhile, you concentrate on your studying and everything else. Aren't you getting close to those standard exams soon? I can't remember what year you take them in--never mattered to me, did it? Well, I'm sure you'll do smashingly--to hear your father tell it, you cast a jinx the first time you ever held his wand at six months! And soon, we'll have our very own agent at the Ministry--no more raids on that day! Wouldn't Max and your father be pleased by that?
Well, I must dash and get this to the post before the boys get home. And there's still the washing to do (which means the Muggle laundry, for now, unless I can convince Max to "help"). Well, never mind, darling, it's none of your concern at the moment, is it? Mind your teachers, and don't get caught doing anything extracurricular!
Affectionately,
Plautus
His signature was a long curly-queue that looped in on itself in several places and swirled around to cross the 't.' Severus reread it again, his eyes resting nervously on the middle paragraph: "Anything you have to contribute." It was a gentle, indirect reminder that he'd been short of money at Christmas. Spending too much time on two customers who didn't pay--though no one at home knew that. Luckily, the letter was from Plautus, by far the kindest of his three guardians, but still, it brought priorities creeping up on him at an inconvenient point in time. Well, if all went well, this week-end would mean James could understand why Severus had paying customers, and he wouldn't have to explain anything beyond, "I like it." And maybe Lucius could be persuaded to make up some of Severus's shortfall, under the circumstances....
****
That afternoon, Severus arranged to escort Lucius Malfoy to his guest chambers again. He waited for the carriage from Hogsmeade with no small amount of nerves. What if this didn't work? What if James got hurt? What if, what if... too many variables, he thought testily. It didn't help that Plautus's letter had him thinking about home--a topic he could usually leave blessedly behind during the year.
The carriage came into view through the open door of the castle. It was raining lightly, but Lucius cast a quick water-repelling charm on himself and crossed to the entrance, briefcase in hand, without a drop wetting his hair or his cloak.
"Good afternoon, Severus," he greeted the boy cordially. "I trust my regular room is prepared?"
"Yes, sir," Snape said eagerly. He could pretend to be strong all he wished, when Lucius wasn't there. Without the reality, Severus imagined he could demand nearly anything, dictate the relationship on his own terms. The moment he caught sight of the man, though, he caved inevitably. "There's another matter I wanted to tell you about," he continued as he shut the door behind them. The carriage was already circling to return to the village.
"Yes?" Lucius smiled benignly, but somehow there was something predatory in the curve of his lips, the cold grey eyes.
"This way," Severus said quickly, courage failing him. He swept up the stairs with the older man so close they could almost brush robes.
Lucius seemed to understand that the boy wanted privacy to impart his information. They walked to the guest room in silence. Severus opened the door and let the warlock precede him inside. As soon as Severus stepped in, however, Lucius closed the door behind him and grabbed the boy by his robes.
"Your message had better not be to say you're not meeting me tonight," Lucius warned him before clamping their mouths together in a savage kiss. He pressed a knee against Severus's crotch viciously, making the other moan from the sensation. Severus gripped the man's robes and pulled them up until his hands made contact with the smooth, warm skin of his partner's back. He ran his nails up and down while Lucius worked him between kneecap and door, rubbing against his balls and the tightness of muscle further back, his robe causing friction between his cock and Lucius's thigh. Lucius was talking to him, he realised.
"Tell me what you want to tell me, Severus," he ordered, his hands raking over Severus's nipples.
Severus gasped incoherently, unable to think beyond Lucius's touch. "Ngg...fuck me first," he begged.
Lucius smiled, and this time it was all predator. "Not yet," he said. "I don't have to--you're already about to come," he observed.
"Please..."
"Are you going to beg the Death Eaters like that? Like a good whore?" Lucius licked one side of Severus's throat, leaving a glistening trail.
"Yes...if you want me to..." Severus panted, scraping his crotch against Lucius's knee desperately. "Please...inside me...."
Lucius pulled away abruptly and Severus crashed to the floor. "What about our bargain?" he demanded, crossing to the bed. "What about Potter?"
Severus winced. His head hit the oak door as he fell; the flagstone floor was cold and hard compared to the wizard's penetrating, pounding knee. "That's--what I was going to tell you...." he muttered feebly.
"Then why didn't you do so when I asked?" Lucius said testily. He began to unpack his bag, which was at the foot of the bed.
Severus got to his feet. "You...distracted me," he explained silkily. "Not that I minded," he added as he joined the other man by the bedside. A merciless look from Lucius quelled his impulse. "It's all arranged. I'll bring him here tonight. He'll be waiting for you when you're through with her." He reached out and smoothed the wizard's robes in back. "In the meantime..." he ventured suggestively.
"I have work to do, Severus," the older man told him coldly.
Severus bit his lip nervously. He didn't understand: why was Lucius so distant? It didn't promise to be a good night for James, if he was in a foul mood over something. He tried again.
"Wouldn't it go faster if you weren't so tense?" he asked, leaning in to kiss him lightly. "You seemed to want it a minute ago," he reasoned, running a hand through the silvery blond hair.
Lucius closed his eyes and sighed. He reached up to place his own hand over Severus's as it travelled across his scalp...and gripped the boy's wrist roughly. He twisted and pulled, throwing Severus face first onto the bed with a jerking motion. Half a second later, his robes were off and he was on top of the slim young wizard.
Severus stifled a whimper as Lucius bent his arm back painfully. The man's weight on his wrist pressed him into the bed. He heard Lucius utter a spell to lock the door, felt the weight shift as Lucius leaned forward to set his wand by the bedside. With his free hand, Lucius pulled Severus's robes out of the way, and plunged inside him with no further preparation. Severus buried his head in the coverlet to muffle his outcry. Lucius held him there several minutes while he took him savagely, anger and frustration palpable in his assault, but without offering any explanation for the younger boy. His rage subsided in the act of ejaculating, however, and he pulled out, slick with semen and blood, devoid of any desire for more. He released Severus's arm (had he been holding it all that time?) and crawled off the bed. Panting slightly, he crossed to the private bathroom and the torches inside lit. "See that James is here by 10:00--I'll want to take some time with him," he ordered Severus before shutting the door.
It was a clear dismissal, but Severus needed a moment to collect himself before he could chance leaving. He had clients who liked it that rough--even Lucius himself, on occasion--but it had been a while and he was out of practice taking it without lubrication or some foreplay. He snarled, still filled with unwelcome thoughts about home. No doubt, his father and uncle would tell him he was soft and weak. He found his wand and cast a healing charm on himself so he could leave. He wanted to find James as quickly as possible to warn him about Lucius's mood.
****
He didn't find him right away, so at supper he risked punishment by using his wand. He tossed a wad of parchment toward the Gryffindor table and surreptitiously guided the missile to James's plate. Meet me in the fourth floor lounge, 9:00.
When James arrived, he told him something was bothering Lucius, but made sure James knew the man was pleased that they would both be joining him that evening. James, understandably, wondered whether they should reschedule.
"No...I'm sure he's just stressed over something," Severus assured him quickly. "Besides, we've been preparing for this--do you really want to back out now?"
"Sev," James stroked the back of his hand down one side of Severus's face, "I want to do this for you. But if it's a bad time for him...."
"I already told him we'd both be coming. James, it's all right. I can handle him, I really can." He sounded much more certain of this than he felt. A weird, sinking feeling had begun in his stomach right after supper, and it wasn't going away. He'd had some time to think about the afternoon, and decided that, perhaps, Lucius was testing him. He mentioned the Death Eaters--Severus's price for bringing James into their sex play. It could only mean he was wondering how the young wizard would withstand their company. Maybe forceful intercourse was something a number of them liked. Or maybe, in a manipulation that reminded Severus all too clearly of his uncle, Lucius just wanted to see how he would react to an abrupt change of personality. Again, he worried more for James than for himself. James was too--normal, too pure to understand head games like that. He resolved to do for James what Plautus would never do for him: really protect him, really keep him from being truly harmed in any of this. If only James would understand the meaning of what Severus hoped to do.
They proceeded to the second floor guest wing without incident. Once, they had to avoid Mrs Norris, but the fraying edge of a tapestry distracted her at just the right moment. They crossed the open corridor as the cat playfully batted at the fringe. As they reached the other side, Severus
glanced at James, who grinned and blew across the tip of his wand.
"Works every time," he told the other.
Malfoy's room was empty when they got there, as planned. The two made rather short work of arranging the room, lighting and positioning candles strategically, charming the turned-down sheets with an anti-moisture treatment, and pouring fresh water for all three of them. As Severus sat down on the edge of the bed, James stretched out languidly, curling his torso around the Slytherin.
"Comfy?" Severus asked tartly.
"Quite," responded James, ignoring him. James did "cute" more naturally than Severus ever could. He almost envied him.
Just then the door opened and Lucius Malfoy strode in. Tall, thin, and pale, he crossed to a little table where his briefcase stood and dropped a pair of gloves onto it. He unclasped his cloak and draped it over the chair before turning to speak.
"James," he greeted the boy simply.
James's heart skipped once. Not since he'd tumbled into the alcove and first laid eyes on Lucius Malfoy had the man looked so...scrumptious. He felt vaguely guilty, with Severus sitting right there, at the reactions of his body. He could feel the colour rising to his cheeks, and...other places as well. But then, he remembered that the whole point of the exercise was to explore how it could be possible to care about Severus deeply while having rabid sex with someone else. Looking at the older warlock towering above him, he decided this wouldn't be too difficult. Then he remembered he wasn't sure what to call his would-be lover.
"Hello, sir," he compromised.
Malfoy smiled thinly. "'Sir' will do," he told him, picking up on the boy's uncertainty. "For now, anyway." The predatory look crept back into his pointed face. Severus stood up and the movement seemed to break Lucius's reverie. "Thank you, Severus," he said, without looking away from his new conquest. "I'll be in touch about our next get-together." He reached into a pocket of his robes and pulled out a small flask.
But Severus hadn't moved. Lucius tore his gaze away from the Potter boy and onto the other young wizard. "That will be all, Severus," he said pointedly, barely disguising the impatience in his voice.
Severus licked his lips nervously. "Lucius--James asked me to stay," he said. His voice sounded stronger than he felt.
"And I'm telling you to leave us," Lucius said with narrowing eyes. The glint of cold steel sparked in his grey irises. For a moment, neither moved. "Unless you want to forfeit your end of the bargain?" Lucius asked menacingly.
Severus's own brow furrowed with anger. He wouldn't--he couldn't--let James go through this alone, but if Lucius really meant to cancel the deal.... Indecision warred within him. His hand twitched toward his wand pocket, but the merest shift in Lucius's cocked eye aborted Severus's movement.
"Severus?" a gentle voice resounded in the room. James intervened, standing between Lucius and the student wizard, obscuring the blond from Snape's view. "Sev? It's okay." He turned to Lucius, sashaying across the small distance between them. "I think I know what you're getting at, sir," he said, sensually. "I want some time to ourselves, too. But to tell you the truth..." he stood on tiptoe to whisper in Lucius's ear with hot breath, "I was hoping to have a little fun with both of you, at some point." He pulled back, but not before licking the man's earlobe with just the tip of his tongue.
Lucius looked down into James's eyes, and Severus could see him melt. Did he look like that, when he looked at James, too? Probably. Lucius traced James's jaw with a finger, then in a sudden motion, caught the young man's chin in his hand.
"Is that so, little Gryffindor?"
James nodded gravely. "Don't mistake me, sir, I really want this," he promised breathlessly. "But I'll only do it if Severus can come back later." His eyes flicked up at Malfoy's, then back down somewhere around the man's smirking mouth.
"Oh, you'd do it anyway, I think," Lucius assured him. "But why not?" He looked away again and with a cursory nod at Snape said, "Give us two hours, then come back."
Severus chanced one last look at James for permission to leave. James winked at him, all the while moving closer into Lucius's circle. "You heard him, Sev," James said lightly. "Scram." Feeling even more useless than before, Severus retreated.
****
The door barely shut on them before Lucius closed his arms around James's waist and his lips sought the other's mouth. James kissed him chastely, but didn't allow the wizard's tongue to force his mouth open. He pulled back gently and licked his lips. "Mm. What's that taste, sir?" he asked, his eyes flicking to Lucius's pocket.
Lucius smiled, reached into his pocket, and brought out the flask. James put his arms around him as he let go to unscrew the cap. He held the flask to James's lips, and James closed his mouth around it without taking his hands away from Lucius's back. He bent his knees slightly and tipped his chin up, looking at Lucius the whole time. Lucius saw the alcohol hit the back of James's throat, but the boy was smart enough not to inhale. He swallowed and Lucius withdrew the flask quickly to keep it from spilling. As James straightened, he licked his lips and his eyes closed slowly as the warmth spread through him.
"What is it?" he asked hoarsely.
"Whiskey," Lucius explained, "distilled with a small amount of Re'em blood for strength."
James smiled. "I like it," he concluded. He craned his neck to nibble on Lucius's throat. His hands wandered freely and he felt Lucius shudder from the drag of his nails across the man's back. In return, he felt Lucius grip the back of his head and press him closer. James worked his way over Lucius's jaw and this time kissed him open-mouthed. He could taste more of the heady liquor on Lucius's tongue as it ran over his own. Lucius was steering them toward the bed unfailingly.
"What would you like first, sir?" James asked as his knees buckled against the mattress. Lucius chuckled deeply. He ran a hand up James's leg and cupped one buttock, turning the boy to lie length-wise on the bed.
"How about you shut up and follow orders?" he said with a mixture of tease and warning. He pulled James down the bed by his ass, causing his robes to bunch up underneath him and exposing his lower half. Lucius ran his hands over the boy's skin, marvelling at how it responded to him. The lightest brush gave James gooseflesh, and he shuddered, suppressing a giggle, when Lucius explored the darker area between James's legs.
"Strip," Lucius ordered without looking away from his activity, which at the moment was running one manicured nail over James's shaft very, very lightly. James sat up a bit and pulled the robes off, tossing them in a heap across the room. Lucius still didn't look up, but ran his other hand over James's torso and chest, pausing on each nipple to pinch and twist hard.
James gasped. Severus was never like this. Even all this week, the closest he'd been to dominating was that night when he coached James through masturbation, and even then, his "orders" weren't so cold, so heartless. So sexy. He felt himself get even harder as Lucius pressed his fingers over his skin. Suddenly Lucius's other hand slipped down further and James felt a finger inside him.
"Now," Lucius said clearly, "you mustn't come until I'm ready, understand, Potter? Only when I say."
James nodded, noticing that Lucius was finally looking up at him, into his eyes, for confirmation. They were as pale as Severus's were dark, but he still felt like he might fall inside them. Lucius's finger began to slide back and forth, and James tore his eyes away so he could resist the urge to
climax right then.
Lucius continued his attentions, adding another finger. James gritted his teeth--Severus always went so slowly, it barely hurt--but alongside the pain, he felt an amazing euphoria. He widened the gap between his legs, easing the pressure, but Lucius took this as a signal and instead of allowing James to enjoy the sensation, he pulled his hand out and positioned the head of his cock. Ignoring the robe which he had bunched around his thighs, Lucius sank his penis into James with an unrelenting, long stroke.
This time James did cry out, but stifled it quickly when Lucius clamped a hand over his mouth. He did not remove the hand, though, even when James made no more sound, but pressed against the boy's jaw, making it difficult to breathe.
This too was a new experience for James, one he wasn't sure he liked, though. He shook his head back and forth, jerking in time to Lucius's strokes inside him. When that didn't work, he reached up with one arm to pull Lucius's hand away, only to have Lucius intercept him and pin that arm down, as well. Although he had his nostrils free, the lack of air far outweighed his concerns about holding back his orgasm. In fact, despite the feeling of Lucius stretching him and rubbing against him, his fear threatened to cancel his erection altogether. He bit one of Lucius's fingers, not hard, but hard enough to get the warlock's attention.
It didn't have the effect he envisioned, but Lucius's hand did leave his mouth. It was only then James realised the wizard's eyes had been closed, but now they were open and enraged. A second later, Lucius pulled out and pushed James off the bed.
"Suck," Lucius told him tersely, turning toward him on the edge of the bed. "And so help me, boy, another trick like that..."
"I'm sorry, sir," James said quickly, on his knees. "But I couldn't breathe." When Lucius didn't admonish him for speaking, he crawled toward him. He slid his hands underneath Lucius's robes to take them off and out of his way. "I'm so hot for you," he heard himself explaining, "I didn't want to stop feeling that way." But Lucius wasn't looking at him; he was looking at some point far in the distance. Feeling oddly rejected, James worked his hands over Lucius's smooth chest, taking in the pale skin that contrasted with his own tan chest and Severus's faintly sallow one. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to Lucius's sternum, then tasted his way down his mid-line to the still hard cock. He hadn't really had the chance to look at it before--Lucius had plunged inside him so quickly, and his robes were in the way--but now, he let himself examine it slowly. Here was a grown man's implement, fully developed and standing at attention. No wonder it had filled him up so completely. He didn't think either he or Severus were small--he'd done his share of surreptitious comparisons while in the Gryffindor bath room or the Quidditch locker rooms--but Lucius was something altogether new for him.
Very slowly, and very gently, he ran his fingertips over Lucius's head. It bobbed and jumped in response. James stroked down the shaft, underneath to the scrotum, and back up, thinking of the way he liked to touch and be touched. Lucius made no sound, but when James chanced a peek upward, the man's eyes were closed to slits.
"Keep going," Lucius said slowly when James paused. "You just might make up for what you did wrong back there."
James returned his attention to the work. Lucius had told him to suck, so suck he did. Severus let him try this pretty often, so he thought he knew what to do. It was weird, thinking about Severus and yet not missing him. His desire had peaked when Lucius first came in, and he hadn't missed the reference to some kind of bargain, but all that paled in comparison to the rush of power he'd felt when Lucius acquiesced and told Severus to come back later. Remembering how the man had succumbed, James took his time, enjoying that feeling.
Lucius was lying back on his elbows now, naked except for his boots. James stroked the wizard's shaft, trying to recall the rhythm Lucius used inside him earlier. He felt a warm hand clamp onto his scalp and push down roughly. James responded, sucking harder and moving a little faster. He could feel his own tip scraping against the bedspread and wished Lucius would let him climax, but he held on, concentrating on his speed and the feel of Lucius's cock in his mouth instead. Soon, Lucius was sitting up again, thrusting deeper into his throat, but that only made him gag, so James pulled back to the head, increasing his rhythm. Lucius's nails bit into his shoulders in an effort to pull him closer, but James used his hand to squeeze instead. With a series of thrashes, Lucius came hot and hard into the boy's mouth.
He fell back onto the bed, breathing heavily, but not even sweating. James reached over for one of the glasses of water he had set out earlier, washing down the metallic taste, absently comparing it to the taste of Severus. Lucius was watching him; he could feel the icy eyes following his movements. He held out the water to Lucius, who waved it away, but held out a booted foot. "Make yourself useful," he suggested. James pulled off the boot, then the other, and circled the bed as Lucius made himself more comfortable on it.
"Well, you're not completely inept," Lucius said appraisingly. James felt himself blush. "Though you do take liberties," he went on. He leaned back against the headboard. "Severus wasn't selling you short, after all," he said calmly.
James knew Lucius wanted him to take the bait, but he refused. He wondered how much time had passed already, and how soon Severus would be coming back. Strangely, he still felt like he didn't need Severus there the way he thought he would. A nagging desire forming in the pit of his stomach, James circled the bed and crawled next to Lucius, close enough to feel the man's heat. It was strange how a man so pale could generate such fire. "Severus isn't here," he said seductively. "You don't want me to think I'm not enough for you, do you?" he asked, hoping he didn't sound too childish.
Lucius just laughed sharply. "You'll do," he said, which wasn't exactly the answer James expected. "Greedy bitch, aren't you?" Lucius continued, leaning over to kiss James bruisingly hard.
James quivered and his cock jumped. He still hadn't relieved his own ache, and it wasn't getting any easier to resist. "Ah... I..." he stammered, trying to form the request, but unsure how to put it.
"Not yet," Lucius denied him, pleased with his cruelty. "When I say so."
"I'm not sure I can...."
"Are you a tramp or not?" Lucius fired back, rolling toward him to run a hand up James's side. "Well?" He pulled James by the shoulder onto his stomach, the boy's side pressing against his torso. He flipped over enough to separate James's legs with one of his own, using his knee to stroke the boy's inner thighs. "Not too much blood," Lucius observed, running one hand over James's anus and inspecting his fingertips. "Still, I don't want to break my new toy right away, do I?" he mused, raking his nails over James's spine and ignoring James's muffled squeal from the middle of the pillows. "Hm...." Lucius turned over and sat up. He reached into his discarded robes and pulled out the flask and his wand. Taking another sip of whiskey, he tapped James's wrists with the wand.
James couldn't move. He was pinned to the bed at the wrists as completely as if tied there. "Spread your legs," Lucius said curtly, and James found himself complying. Two more taps of Lucius's wand, one on each ankle, and now his legs were restrained as well.
He turned his head to the side, but his vision was blocked by the pillows. He heard the scraping sound of metal as Lucius either screwed or unscrewed the cap to the flask--screwed, he guessed--and then the soft noise of him setting it down on the bedside table.
"This ought to do it," Lucius muttered to himself, and then James felt the man's weight settle in between his open legs. A few seconds later, he felt something very cold and wet being pushed....
"Aaaahh," he half-sighed, half-screamed from the sensation. Ice. It was ice inside him. This was new... and... wow.
After the first few seconds, the cold lost its intense burn. He felt Lucius shifting around behind him and then, as if from far away, he felt something else.... A hot feeling, to mingle with the cold ice which was melting inside. Lucius was blowing hot air onto the ice. James began to shake. It tickled and tingled and made him want to squirm and relaxed him all at the same time. Next Lucius began licking... James felt like he would burst.
"Please...." He heard himself wail.
In answer, he felt Lucius reach around him and down, and now the man's sinewy hand closed around James's sensitive cock.
"God... please?" James panted. Lucius was all over him now, blowing and licking and pumping.
"You like this, do you?" Lucius whispered between hot blasts. He squeezed with delicate pressure against James's head.
"Yes! God.... Please, sir, please, let me...." James marvelled that he remembered how to speak.
"Not quite yet," Lucius purred from behind.
James screamed wordlessly.
"Oh, don't fight," Lucius told him, lapping up the melting water, mingled with the residue of James's trickle of blood. "Just relax, slut. You'll last longer if you let go."
"Ngg... gonna..."
"Not yet," Lucius assured him, moving down James's shaft to his balls. He pulled up to his knees and positioned himself again. "Still too tight...." He pulled James's wall apart slowly this time, inserting a finger and searching for his prostate. James's perfect back lay before him, the boy's
whimpers completely beyond language now. His back muscles were taut from his time as a Chaser and the spell stretching his arms to either side. His ass, so clean and round, begged to be bitten, smacked, turned red. Lucius found the sensitive gland and began stroking it with the pad of his finger. James sobbed, his whole body shuddering. His sphincter released, though, and Lucius slid inside an instant later, leaning forward for a long stroke, both hands now working the boy in front.
"Gaaaaah...." James made an ecstatic noise beneath him. He couldn't hold on much longer.
"Shh..." Lucius made it sound more like a warning than a comfort.
The sound thrilled James. So much power...so raw, so hot. Lucius went back to working him with one hand, while the other roved freely over James's pure and unblemished back, tracing little patterns around his shoulder blades and each vertebra. He hit his stride with his rhythm, matching his strokes against the boy's prostate with the strokes of his hands. As he felt his own pressure building, he moved his hand up to the young wizard's tip, the other hand braced on James's shoulder.
"All right," Lucius said ever so softly. "Now."
He barely finished speaking before hot liquid spurted into his hand, accompanied by James's uncontrolled scream. The moistness, precious and pearl-white and warmer than mother's milk, coated his fingers and threw him into his own release. He convulsed as his seed left him and poured into the boy's cavity, the orgasm one of the best he'd had in months. Definitely worth taking the time with this one. In a rare moment of self-indulgence, he pulled his hand out from underneath James, glistening and sticky with semen, and licked his fingers and palm clean.
"Mm," Lucius half-growled in pleasure. "You are a tasty thing, aren't you?"
James had passed out underneath him.
TBC....
Spoilers: PoA? Possible GoF. Maybe even OoP, although this was originally begun 2 years before it came out.
(Originally chapter 5? Okay, I'm confused now. Maybe Chapter 1 was really 1-2, not 1-3. Whatever.)
Summary: Lucius visits his fiancee at Hogwarts but gives in to temptation on the side.
Pairing: LM/SS/JP
Warnings: Slash. Boy Sluts. BDSM. Threesomes may occur. Major age differences, but I will not be specific. Suffice to say that in my interpretation, Lucius is at least 10 years older than the Marauders. For modesty's sake, we can assume everyone is at least well into puberty. If you are squicked by statutory sex, imagine the boys are above the age of consent. I won't argue.
Archive: Drop me a line, but be my guest.
Notes: Here it is, the sex you've been waiting for! Well, some of it, anyway. Lucius and James!
The rest of the week went well, until Friday morning. Severus spent his free time preparing James, working out their code, and thinking about how he wanted to present their deal to Lucius. But Friday, the Owl Post brought him a letter from home.
It was a rare occurrence, but not unheard of, for Severus to hear from his father. Usually it meant he was in some sort of trouble. The envelope wasn't red, at least, so he hadn't done anything to get a Howler. With a slightly shaking hand, he took the communication from the owl, who swooped away immediately.
The handwriting belonged to neither his father, Cadmus, nor his uncle, Maximus, but its loops and swirls proclaimed it to be penned by Plautus Brixton, his uncle's companion. It read:
Severus,
However are you getting on this year? We haven't heard anything--can't I entice you to come home for Easter this once, at least? No, I know: you prefer to stay there with your friends.
You're already wondering why in the world I'm writing to you, aren't you? You're right, dear, there is a reason, of course, besides worrying about you. It's not easy to say but--well, you ought to know. We had the Ministry in earlier this week--nothing we can't take care of ourselves, but...there may be a fine. It won't be large, I'm sure--after all, Max and your father know how to get round the bureaucracy, always have done--but you may need to work this summer, instead of taking a well-deserved break.
I don't wish to alarm you, dear, but I thought you ought to be prepared. Anything you have to contribute to expenses of course would help greatly to alleviate the situation. But don't stint yourself on our account! I always say that you should be able to keep a little pocket money for yourself, despite what your father says. We'll be fine.
Meanwhile, you concentrate on your studying and everything else. Aren't you getting close to those standard exams soon? I can't remember what year you take them in--never mattered to me, did it? Well, I'm sure you'll do smashingly--to hear your father tell it, you cast a jinx the first time you ever held his wand at six months! And soon, we'll have our very own agent at the Ministry--no more raids on that day! Wouldn't Max and your father be pleased by that?
Well, I must dash and get this to the post before the boys get home. And there's still the washing to do (which means the Muggle laundry, for now, unless I can convince Max to "help"). Well, never mind, darling, it's none of your concern at the moment, is it? Mind your teachers, and don't get caught doing anything extracurricular!
Affectionately,
Plautus
His signature was a long curly-queue that looped in on itself in several places and swirled around to cross the 't.' Severus reread it again, his eyes resting nervously on the middle paragraph: "Anything you have to contribute." It was a gentle, indirect reminder that he'd been short of money at Christmas. Spending too much time on two customers who didn't pay--though no one at home knew that. Luckily, the letter was from Plautus, by far the kindest of his three guardians, but still, it brought priorities creeping up on him at an inconvenient point in time. Well, if all went well, this week-end would mean James could understand why Severus had paying customers, and he wouldn't have to explain anything beyond, "I like it." And maybe Lucius could be persuaded to make up some of Severus's shortfall, under the circumstances....
****
That afternoon, Severus arranged to escort Lucius Malfoy to his guest chambers again. He waited for the carriage from Hogsmeade with no small amount of nerves. What if this didn't work? What if James got hurt? What if, what if... too many variables, he thought testily. It didn't help that Plautus's letter had him thinking about home--a topic he could usually leave blessedly behind during the year.
The carriage came into view through the open door of the castle. It was raining lightly, but Lucius cast a quick water-repelling charm on himself and crossed to the entrance, briefcase in hand, without a drop wetting his hair or his cloak.
"Good afternoon, Severus," he greeted the boy cordially. "I trust my regular room is prepared?"
"Yes, sir," Snape said eagerly. He could pretend to be strong all he wished, when Lucius wasn't there. Without the reality, Severus imagined he could demand nearly anything, dictate the relationship on his own terms. The moment he caught sight of the man, though, he caved inevitably. "There's another matter I wanted to tell you about," he continued as he shut the door behind them. The carriage was already circling to return to the village.
"Yes?" Lucius smiled benignly, but somehow there was something predatory in the curve of his lips, the cold grey eyes.
"This way," Severus said quickly, courage failing him. He swept up the stairs with the older man so close they could almost brush robes.
Lucius seemed to understand that the boy wanted privacy to impart his information. They walked to the guest room in silence. Severus opened the door and let the warlock precede him inside. As soon as Severus stepped in, however, Lucius closed the door behind him and grabbed the boy by his robes.
"Your message had better not be to say you're not meeting me tonight," Lucius warned him before clamping their mouths together in a savage kiss. He pressed a knee against Severus's crotch viciously, making the other moan from the sensation. Severus gripped the man's robes and pulled them up until his hands made contact with the smooth, warm skin of his partner's back. He ran his nails up and down while Lucius worked him between kneecap and door, rubbing against his balls and the tightness of muscle further back, his robe causing friction between his cock and Lucius's thigh. Lucius was talking to him, he realised.
"Tell me what you want to tell me, Severus," he ordered, his hands raking over Severus's nipples.
Severus gasped incoherently, unable to think beyond Lucius's touch. "Ngg...fuck me first," he begged.
Lucius smiled, and this time it was all predator. "Not yet," he said. "I don't have to--you're already about to come," he observed.
"Please..."
"Are you going to beg the Death Eaters like that? Like a good whore?" Lucius licked one side of Severus's throat, leaving a glistening trail.
"Yes...if you want me to..." Severus panted, scraping his crotch against Lucius's knee desperately. "Please...inside me...."
Lucius pulled away abruptly and Severus crashed to the floor. "What about our bargain?" he demanded, crossing to the bed. "What about Potter?"
Severus winced. His head hit the oak door as he fell; the flagstone floor was cold and hard compared to the wizard's penetrating, pounding knee. "That's--what I was going to tell you...." he muttered feebly.
"Then why didn't you do so when I asked?" Lucius said testily. He began to unpack his bag, which was at the foot of the bed.
Severus got to his feet. "You...distracted me," he explained silkily. "Not that I minded," he added as he joined the other man by the bedside. A merciless look from Lucius quelled his impulse. "It's all arranged. I'll bring him here tonight. He'll be waiting for you when you're through with her." He reached out and smoothed the wizard's robes in back. "In the meantime..." he ventured suggestively.
"I have work to do, Severus," the older man told him coldly.
Severus bit his lip nervously. He didn't understand: why was Lucius so distant? It didn't promise to be a good night for James, if he was in a foul mood over something. He tried again.
"Wouldn't it go faster if you weren't so tense?" he asked, leaning in to kiss him lightly. "You seemed to want it a minute ago," he reasoned, running a hand through the silvery blond hair.
Lucius closed his eyes and sighed. He reached up to place his own hand over Severus's as it travelled across his scalp...and gripped the boy's wrist roughly. He twisted and pulled, throwing Severus face first onto the bed with a jerking motion. Half a second later, his robes were off and he was on top of the slim young wizard.
Severus stifled a whimper as Lucius bent his arm back painfully. The man's weight on his wrist pressed him into the bed. He heard Lucius utter a spell to lock the door, felt the weight shift as Lucius leaned forward to set his wand by the bedside. With his free hand, Lucius pulled Severus's robes out of the way, and plunged inside him with no further preparation. Severus buried his head in the coverlet to muffle his outcry. Lucius held him there several minutes while he took him savagely, anger and frustration palpable in his assault, but without offering any explanation for the younger boy. His rage subsided in the act of ejaculating, however, and he pulled out, slick with semen and blood, devoid of any desire for more. He released Severus's arm (had he been holding it all that time?) and crawled off the bed. Panting slightly, he crossed to the private bathroom and the torches inside lit. "See that James is here by 10:00--I'll want to take some time with him," he ordered Severus before shutting the door.
It was a clear dismissal, but Severus needed a moment to collect himself before he could chance leaving. He had clients who liked it that rough--even Lucius himself, on occasion--but it had been a while and he was out of practice taking it without lubrication or some foreplay. He snarled, still filled with unwelcome thoughts about home. No doubt, his father and uncle would tell him he was soft and weak. He found his wand and cast a healing charm on himself so he could leave. He wanted to find James as quickly as possible to warn him about Lucius's mood.
****
He didn't find him right away, so at supper he risked punishment by using his wand. He tossed a wad of parchment toward the Gryffindor table and surreptitiously guided the missile to James's plate. Meet me in the fourth floor lounge, 9:00.
When James arrived, he told him something was bothering Lucius, but made sure James knew the man was pleased that they would both be joining him that evening. James, understandably, wondered whether they should reschedule.
"No...I'm sure he's just stressed over something," Severus assured him quickly. "Besides, we've been preparing for this--do you really want to back out now?"
"Sev," James stroked the back of his hand down one side of Severus's face, "I want to do this for you. But if it's a bad time for him...."
"I already told him we'd both be coming. James, it's all right. I can handle him, I really can." He sounded much more certain of this than he felt. A weird, sinking feeling had begun in his stomach right after supper, and it wasn't going away. He'd had some time to think about the afternoon, and decided that, perhaps, Lucius was testing him. He mentioned the Death Eaters--Severus's price for bringing James into their sex play. It could only mean he was wondering how the young wizard would withstand their company. Maybe forceful intercourse was something a number of them liked. Or maybe, in a manipulation that reminded Severus all too clearly of his uncle, Lucius just wanted to see how he would react to an abrupt change of personality. Again, he worried more for James than for himself. James was too--normal, too pure to understand head games like that. He resolved to do for James what Plautus would never do for him: really protect him, really keep him from being truly harmed in any of this. If only James would understand the meaning of what Severus hoped to do.
They proceeded to the second floor guest wing without incident. Once, they had to avoid Mrs Norris, but the fraying edge of a tapestry distracted her at just the right moment. They crossed the open corridor as the cat playfully batted at the fringe. As they reached the other side, Severus
glanced at James, who grinned and blew across the tip of his wand.
"Works every time," he told the other.
Malfoy's room was empty when they got there, as planned. The two made rather short work of arranging the room, lighting and positioning candles strategically, charming the turned-down sheets with an anti-moisture treatment, and pouring fresh water for all three of them. As Severus sat down on the edge of the bed, James stretched out languidly, curling his torso around the Slytherin.
"Comfy?" Severus asked tartly.
"Quite," responded James, ignoring him. James did "cute" more naturally than Severus ever could. He almost envied him.
Just then the door opened and Lucius Malfoy strode in. Tall, thin, and pale, he crossed to a little table where his briefcase stood and dropped a pair of gloves onto it. He unclasped his cloak and draped it over the chair before turning to speak.
"James," he greeted the boy simply.
James's heart skipped once. Not since he'd tumbled into the alcove and first laid eyes on Lucius Malfoy had the man looked so...scrumptious. He felt vaguely guilty, with Severus sitting right there, at the reactions of his body. He could feel the colour rising to his cheeks, and...other places as well. But then, he remembered that the whole point of the exercise was to explore how it could be possible to care about Severus deeply while having rabid sex with someone else. Looking at the older warlock towering above him, he decided this wouldn't be too difficult. Then he remembered he wasn't sure what to call his would-be lover.
"Hello, sir," he compromised.
Malfoy smiled thinly. "'Sir' will do," he told him, picking up on the boy's uncertainty. "For now, anyway." The predatory look crept back into his pointed face. Severus stood up and the movement seemed to break Lucius's reverie. "Thank you, Severus," he said, without looking away from his new conquest. "I'll be in touch about our next get-together." He reached into a pocket of his robes and pulled out a small flask.
But Severus hadn't moved. Lucius tore his gaze away from the Potter boy and onto the other young wizard. "That will be all, Severus," he said pointedly, barely disguising the impatience in his voice.
Severus licked his lips nervously. "Lucius--James asked me to stay," he said. His voice sounded stronger than he felt.
"And I'm telling you to leave us," Lucius said with narrowing eyes. The glint of cold steel sparked in his grey irises. For a moment, neither moved. "Unless you want to forfeit your end of the bargain?" Lucius asked menacingly.
Severus's own brow furrowed with anger. He wouldn't--he couldn't--let James go through this alone, but if Lucius really meant to cancel the deal.... Indecision warred within him. His hand twitched toward his wand pocket, but the merest shift in Lucius's cocked eye aborted Severus's movement.
"Severus?" a gentle voice resounded in the room. James intervened, standing between Lucius and the student wizard, obscuring the blond from Snape's view. "Sev? It's okay." He turned to Lucius, sashaying across the small distance between them. "I think I know what you're getting at, sir," he said, sensually. "I want some time to ourselves, too. But to tell you the truth..." he stood on tiptoe to whisper in Lucius's ear with hot breath, "I was hoping to have a little fun with both of you, at some point." He pulled back, but not before licking the man's earlobe with just the tip of his tongue.
Lucius looked down into James's eyes, and Severus could see him melt. Did he look like that, when he looked at James, too? Probably. Lucius traced James's jaw with a finger, then in a sudden motion, caught the young man's chin in his hand.
"Is that so, little Gryffindor?"
James nodded gravely. "Don't mistake me, sir, I really want this," he promised breathlessly. "But I'll only do it if Severus can come back later." His eyes flicked up at Malfoy's, then back down somewhere around the man's smirking mouth.
"Oh, you'd do it anyway, I think," Lucius assured him. "But why not?" He looked away again and with a cursory nod at Snape said, "Give us two hours, then come back."
Severus chanced one last look at James for permission to leave. James winked at him, all the while moving closer into Lucius's circle. "You heard him, Sev," James said lightly. "Scram." Feeling even more useless than before, Severus retreated.
****
The door barely shut on them before Lucius closed his arms around James's waist and his lips sought the other's mouth. James kissed him chastely, but didn't allow the wizard's tongue to force his mouth open. He pulled back gently and licked his lips. "Mm. What's that taste, sir?" he asked, his eyes flicking to Lucius's pocket.
Lucius smiled, reached into his pocket, and brought out the flask. James put his arms around him as he let go to unscrew the cap. He held the flask to James's lips, and James closed his mouth around it without taking his hands away from Lucius's back. He bent his knees slightly and tipped his chin up, looking at Lucius the whole time. Lucius saw the alcohol hit the back of James's throat, but the boy was smart enough not to inhale. He swallowed and Lucius withdrew the flask quickly to keep it from spilling. As James straightened, he licked his lips and his eyes closed slowly as the warmth spread through him.
"What is it?" he asked hoarsely.
"Whiskey," Lucius explained, "distilled with a small amount of Re'em blood for strength."
James smiled. "I like it," he concluded. He craned his neck to nibble on Lucius's throat. His hands wandered freely and he felt Lucius shudder from the drag of his nails across the man's back. In return, he felt Lucius grip the back of his head and press him closer. James worked his way over Lucius's jaw and this time kissed him open-mouthed. He could taste more of the heady liquor on Lucius's tongue as it ran over his own. Lucius was steering them toward the bed unfailingly.
"What would you like first, sir?" James asked as his knees buckled against the mattress. Lucius chuckled deeply. He ran a hand up James's leg and cupped one buttock, turning the boy to lie length-wise on the bed.
"How about you shut up and follow orders?" he said with a mixture of tease and warning. He pulled James down the bed by his ass, causing his robes to bunch up underneath him and exposing his lower half. Lucius ran his hands over the boy's skin, marvelling at how it responded to him. The lightest brush gave James gooseflesh, and he shuddered, suppressing a giggle, when Lucius explored the darker area between James's legs.
"Strip," Lucius ordered without looking away from his activity, which at the moment was running one manicured nail over James's shaft very, very lightly. James sat up a bit and pulled the robes off, tossing them in a heap across the room. Lucius still didn't look up, but ran his other hand over James's torso and chest, pausing on each nipple to pinch and twist hard.
James gasped. Severus was never like this. Even all this week, the closest he'd been to dominating was that night when he coached James through masturbation, and even then, his "orders" weren't so cold, so heartless. So sexy. He felt himself get even harder as Lucius pressed his fingers over his skin. Suddenly Lucius's other hand slipped down further and James felt a finger inside him.
"Now," Lucius said clearly, "you mustn't come until I'm ready, understand, Potter? Only when I say."
James nodded, noticing that Lucius was finally looking up at him, into his eyes, for confirmation. They were as pale as Severus's were dark, but he still felt like he might fall inside them. Lucius's finger began to slide back and forth, and James tore his eyes away so he could resist the urge to
climax right then.
Lucius continued his attentions, adding another finger. James gritted his teeth--Severus always went so slowly, it barely hurt--but alongside the pain, he felt an amazing euphoria. He widened the gap between his legs, easing the pressure, but Lucius took this as a signal and instead of allowing James to enjoy the sensation, he pulled his hand out and positioned the head of his cock. Ignoring the robe which he had bunched around his thighs, Lucius sank his penis into James with an unrelenting, long stroke.
This time James did cry out, but stifled it quickly when Lucius clamped a hand over his mouth. He did not remove the hand, though, even when James made no more sound, but pressed against the boy's jaw, making it difficult to breathe.
This too was a new experience for James, one he wasn't sure he liked, though. He shook his head back and forth, jerking in time to Lucius's strokes inside him. When that didn't work, he reached up with one arm to pull Lucius's hand away, only to have Lucius intercept him and pin that arm down, as well. Although he had his nostrils free, the lack of air far outweighed his concerns about holding back his orgasm. In fact, despite the feeling of Lucius stretching him and rubbing against him, his fear threatened to cancel his erection altogether. He bit one of Lucius's fingers, not hard, but hard enough to get the warlock's attention.
It didn't have the effect he envisioned, but Lucius's hand did leave his mouth. It was only then James realised the wizard's eyes had been closed, but now they were open and enraged. A second later, Lucius pulled out and pushed James off the bed.
"Suck," Lucius told him tersely, turning toward him on the edge of the bed. "And so help me, boy, another trick like that..."
"I'm sorry, sir," James said quickly, on his knees. "But I couldn't breathe." When Lucius didn't admonish him for speaking, he crawled toward him. He slid his hands underneath Lucius's robes to take them off and out of his way. "I'm so hot for you," he heard himself explaining, "I didn't want to stop feeling that way." But Lucius wasn't looking at him; he was looking at some point far in the distance. Feeling oddly rejected, James worked his hands over Lucius's smooth chest, taking in the pale skin that contrasted with his own tan chest and Severus's faintly sallow one. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to Lucius's sternum, then tasted his way down his mid-line to the still hard cock. He hadn't really had the chance to look at it before--Lucius had plunged inside him so quickly, and his robes were in the way--but now, he let himself examine it slowly. Here was a grown man's implement, fully developed and standing at attention. No wonder it had filled him up so completely. He didn't think either he or Severus were small--he'd done his share of surreptitious comparisons while in the Gryffindor bath room or the Quidditch locker rooms--but Lucius was something altogether new for him.
Very slowly, and very gently, he ran his fingertips over Lucius's head. It bobbed and jumped in response. James stroked down the shaft, underneath to the scrotum, and back up, thinking of the way he liked to touch and be touched. Lucius made no sound, but when James chanced a peek upward, the man's eyes were closed to slits.
"Keep going," Lucius said slowly when James paused. "You just might make up for what you did wrong back there."
James returned his attention to the work. Lucius had told him to suck, so suck he did. Severus let him try this pretty often, so he thought he knew what to do. It was weird, thinking about Severus and yet not missing him. His desire had peaked when Lucius first came in, and he hadn't missed the reference to some kind of bargain, but all that paled in comparison to the rush of power he'd felt when Lucius acquiesced and told Severus to come back later. Remembering how the man had succumbed, James took his time, enjoying that feeling.
Lucius was lying back on his elbows now, naked except for his boots. James stroked the wizard's shaft, trying to recall the rhythm Lucius used inside him earlier. He felt a warm hand clamp onto his scalp and push down roughly. James responded, sucking harder and moving a little faster. He could feel his own tip scraping against the bedspread and wished Lucius would let him climax, but he held on, concentrating on his speed and the feel of Lucius's cock in his mouth instead. Soon, Lucius was sitting up again, thrusting deeper into his throat, but that only made him gag, so James pulled back to the head, increasing his rhythm. Lucius's nails bit into his shoulders in an effort to pull him closer, but James used his hand to squeeze instead. With a series of thrashes, Lucius came hot and hard into the boy's mouth.
He fell back onto the bed, breathing heavily, but not even sweating. James reached over for one of the glasses of water he had set out earlier, washing down the metallic taste, absently comparing it to the taste of Severus. Lucius was watching him; he could feel the icy eyes following his movements. He held out the water to Lucius, who waved it away, but held out a booted foot. "Make yourself useful," he suggested. James pulled off the boot, then the other, and circled the bed as Lucius made himself more comfortable on it.
"Well, you're not completely inept," Lucius said appraisingly. James felt himself blush. "Though you do take liberties," he went on. He leaned back against the headboard. "Severus wasn't selling you short, after all," he said calmly.
James knew Lucius wanted him to take the bait, but he refused. He wondered how much time had passed already, and how soon Severus would be coming back. Strangely, he still felt like he didn't need Severus there the way he thought he would. A nagging desire forming in the pit of his stomach, James circled the bed and crawled next to Lucius, close enough to feel the man's heat. It was strange how a man so pale could generate such fire. "Severus isn't here," he said seductively. "You don't want me to think I'm not enough for you, do you?" he asked, hoping he didn't sound too childish.
Lucius just laughed sharply. "You'll do," he said, which wasn't exactly the answer James expected. "Greedy bitch, aren't you?" Lucius continued, leaning over to kiss James bruisingly hard.
James quivered and his cock jumped. He still hadn't relieved his own ache, and it wasn't getting any easier to resist. "Ah... I..." he stammered, trying to form the request, but unsure how to put it.
"Not yet," Lucius denied him, pleased with his cruelty. "When I say so."
"I'm not sure I can...."
"Are you a tramp or not?" Lucius fired back, rolling toward him to run a hand up James's side. "Well?" He pulled James by the shoulder onto his stomach, the boy's side pressing against his torso. He flipped over enough to separate James's legs with one of his own, using his knee to stroke the boy's inner thighs. "Not too much blood," Lucius observed, running one hand over James's anus and inspecting his fingertips. "Still, I don't want to break my new toy right away, do I?" he mused, raking his nails over James's spine and ignoring James's muffled squeal from the middle of the pillows. "Hm...." Lucius turned over and sat up. He reached into his discarded robes and pulled out the flask and his wand. Taking another sip of whiskey, he tapped James's wrists with the wand.
James couldn't move. He was pinned to the bed at the wrists as completely as if tied there. "Spread your legs," Lucius said curtly, and James found himself complying. Two more taps of Lucius's wand, one on each ankle, and now his legs were restrained as well.
He turned his head to the side, but his vision was blocked by the pillows. He heard the scraping sound of metal as Lucius either screwed or unscrewed the cap to the flask--screwed, he guessed--and then the soft noise of him setting it down on the bedside table.
"This ought to do it," Lucius muttered to himself, and then James felt the man's weight settle in between his open legs. A few seconds later, he felt something very cold and wet being pushed....
"Aaaahh," he half-sighed, half-screamed from the sensation. Ice. It was ice inside him. This was new... and... wow.
After the first few seconds, the cold lost its intense burn. He felt Lucius shifting around behind him and then, as if from far away, he felt something else.... A hot feeling, to mingle with the cold ice which was melting inside. Lucius was blowing hot air onto the ice. James began to shake. It tickled and tingled and made him want to squirm and relaxed him all at the same time. Next Lucius began licking... James felt like he would burst.
"Please...." He heard himself wail.
In answer, he felt Lucius reach around him and down, and now the man's sinewy hand closed around James's sensitive cock.
"God... please?" James panted. Lucius was all over him now, blowing and licking and pumping.
"You like this, do you?" Lucius whispered between hot blasts. He squeezed with delicate pressure against James's head.
"Yes! God.... Please, sir, please, let me...." James marvelled that he remembered how to speak.
"Not quite yet," Lucius purred from behind.
James screamed wordlessly.
"Oh, don't fight," Lucius told him, lapping up the melting water, mingled with the residue of James's trickle of blood. "Just relax, slut. You'll last longer if you let go."
"Ngg... gonna..."
"Not yet," Lucius assured him, moving down James's shaft to his balls. He pulled up to his knees and positioned himself again. "Still too tight...." He pulled James's wall apart slowly this time, inserting a finger and searching for his prostate. James's perfect back lay before him, the boy's
whimpers completely beyond language now. His back muscles were taut from his time as a Chaser and the spell stretching his arms to either side. His ass, so clean and round, begged to be bitten, smacked, turned red. Lucius found the sensitive gland and began stroking it with the pad of his finger. James sobbed, his whole body shuddering. His sphincter released, though, and Lucius slid inside an instant later, leaning forward for a long stroke, both hands now working the boy in front.
"Gaaaaah...." James made an ecstatic noise beneath him. He couldn't hold on much longer.
"Shh..." Lucius made it sound more like a warning than a comfort.
The sound thrilled James. So much power...so raw, so hot. Lucius went back to working him with one hand, while the other roved freely over James's pure and unblemished back, tracing little patterns around his shoulder blades and each vertebra. He hit his stride with his rhythm, matching his strokes against the boy's prostate with the strokes of his hands. As he felt his own pressure building, he moved his hand up to the young wizard's tip, the other hand braced on James's shoulder.
"All right," Lucius said ever so softly. "Now."
He barely finished speaking before hot liquid spurted into his hand, accompanied by James's uncontrolled scream. The moistness, precious and pearl-white and warmer than mother's milk, coated his fingers and threw him into his own release. He convulsed as his seed left him and poured into the boy's cavity, the orgasm one of the best he'd had in months. Definitely worth taking the time with this one. In a rare moment of self-indulgence, he pulled his hand out from underneath James, glistening and sticky with semen, and licked his fingers and palm clean.
"Mm," Lucius half-growled in pleasure. "You are a tasty thing, aren't you?"
James had passed out underneath him.
TBC....
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Date: 2005-06-27 01:16 pm (UTC)I've got two more that are written (one previously posted, one new) and then I have to figure out the rest.... It, um, grew.