FIC: The Forest Whispers Secrets Left Untold
Greetings. I'm new one here. (Thank Gods I don't look like Harry or there would be some ...initiation rites.)
AUTHOR: ms_anthrophy
TITLE: The Forest Whispers Secrets Left Untold
SUMMARY: This is a story about a young man who ...wasted time. Time was against him. And so was someone else.
WARNINGS: NC-17: slash, dubcon, humiliation, violence
PAIRING: Lucius/Harry
DISCLAIMER: J.K. Rowling and lots ov big companies own the Harry Potter world and all its characters. I do not. Also, they are making the profit and I don't. Which means that suing me is, again, a waste of time and life.
(However, I somehow have this feeling that Lucius Malfoy prefers me writing about them instead of JKR and Harry Potter absolutely does not. *evil smirk*)
A/N: This is also a songfic as the verses between my own writing are taken from Nine Inch Nails' song Mr. Self-Destruct (and somewhat rearranged to better fit in with the story). And despite the fact I also had other reasons for writing this, it is meant to be an unbirthday gift for luciusmistress. Oh fuck, she already agreed to beta this. Umm... a Slytherin unbirthday gift. And now I will stop my totally uninteresting rambling and let you (hopefully) enjoy the story.
The Forest Whispers Secrets Left Untold
The ghosts of the past were gone. All of them, Sirius and Remus, even James and Lily. And so, despite his clear decision, Harry felt the icy fear of death again. So cold, colder than the space between stars, sending shivers through his body. His body. He was so aware of it again, every inch of his skin, his heart beating too fast, his veins full of warm, red blood, red as Ginny's hair... No. No time for that anymore. But still... it seemed so unfair. No time for that ever. Never.
A crack from distance startled Harry. An animal? Or Lord Voldemort Apparating? Please, let it be just an animal. Please, let me live these few torturing moments that's all I've got left. As the black-haired boy looked into the deep forest, he saw a man approaching. A man wearing black Death Eater robes but no, not Voldemort, for Harry would not mistake the silvery-blonde wizard for anyone else. What the bloody HELL was Lucius Malfoy doing here? And why seeing him sent new cold shivers down Harry's spine? Lucius was a defeated man. Defeated and broken by his own Dark Lord.
Well, he certainly looked like so. Lucius had always been pale, but now the colour of his skin was more like a death-pallor, and there were deep, dark shadows under his eyes. And he did not raise his wand (A new wand? How?) to threaten Harry. Instead, if it was possible, Lucius looked like he was relieved to see him.
"Harry. It's so good I found you. The Dark Lord sent me here to see if you were about to ...meet him. He seems to think I'm afraid of you, like he himself is." (To be honest, he is not... I just find it rather ...irritating to have to speak the truth unless necessary.)
Lucius' voice was that usual lazy drawl of his, as he sighed, mocking. It seemed that the blonde Pureblood was not so thoroughly broken, despite his obvious weariness.
(What the FUCK is going on in here? Voldemort afraid of me?)
"You came to tell me you are not afraid of me. Very fucking INTERESTING!"
Harry did not find any sensible reason to be afraid of Lucius Malfoy, despite that he was. And he really didn't want to be.
"Well, it should interest you because I am afraid for you, Harry. For your life."
Lucius' smile was ...affectionate?
"No use for that, Malfoy. I know I'm going to die." (But... if I somehow don't have to... Don't think about it.)
"Maybe. Maybe not. It very much depends on you being interested enough to listen to me. No, I am not trying to coerce you to run for your not-so-precious life as you certainly seem to have accepted your role as the very convenient sacrificial lamb in this nice, little play directed by late Headmaster Dumbledore."
Harry was lost for words, for it all came back again. The dark, bitter feeling of betrayal for Dumbledore keeping his secrets all his own. The long-suppressed desire to have a life of his own, one that was not FUCKING PRE-DESTINED to end up like THIS. Life. Instead of death. Death. The death-fear. And why in the motherfucking hell there happened to be Lucius Malfoy in the forest, knowing all those things he was not supposed to know and even something more and offering to give Harry his life, his new real life, back?
"I take you where you want to go.
I give you all you need to know.
I am the prayers of the naive.
I am the lie you believe ...and I control you.”
It was too bad Harry was so lost in his feelings that he absolutely failed to notice that very cruel and very lascivious smirk that crept on the lean Dark wizard's lips for a little while. Then Lucius was just absolute gentleness again, all smooth silky voice and very carefully arranged hints of compassion in his grey eyes as he met Harry's distressed green gaze.
"WHAT? You... know..."
"About Horcruxes? Oh yes, I do. I had one, you remember?"
"But.. we thought..."
"You were thinking like typical Gryffindors." Lucius shook his head in mock pity.
"I was not very interested to hasten the Dark Lord's return. I, as a Malfoy, am definitely not interested in bowing before anyone. There was a possibility to open the Chamber of Secrets and, therefore a possibility for ...someone brave enough to destroy one of the Dark Lord's most treasured possessions. It could be called a... win-win situation."
Harry still couldn't manage a complete sentence. It was not that he hadn't thought of Lucius Malfoy as a slippery, lying bastard all the time but now when the man told the truth behind one of his probably countless plots, untangling the silken threads of absolutely controlled thoughts, words and actions right before Harry, the black-haired Gryffindor was just beyond belief. Beyond words and beyond understanding. Just as Lucius had counted on him to be.
"It seems like I finally have convinced you to ...understand to appreciate my desperate attempt to help you, Harry. However, this happens to be a rather long story..."
"N-no! I mean... I want to hear everything but the hour is almost up and if I don't-"
"Yes, time is running short. Here. But luckily the Forbidden Forest holds many secrets and despite your many brave ventures inside it, you seem not to be aware of the Timeless Meadow, which is ...a place outside time."
"A what?"
"A very special place. One can spend as much time as one wants there, and then just return to the very moment before."
Lucius offered his hand to Harry, bitten fingernails, welts and dried blood a clear sign of all the hard time he had been through.
"I'll take you there if you wish." (Well... I somehow doubt he really wishes that.)
Harry took Lucius' hand, his own damp with cold sweat, and the foreboding dark forest disappeared.
They Apparated into a place almost as immensely beautiful as its enchantment was strong. It wasn't day anymore, but a warm summer evening and there were exotic flowers abloom everywhere, flowers of witchery which grew nowhere else. The air was filled with different scents, all beautiful. Some of them sweetly innocent as the eyes of a newborn baby, some as sparklingly delightful as the first spring morning after a cold, long winter and some so darkly sensual that Harry did not have any experience to describe the feelings they evoked but Lucius definitely did. There were soft, humming voices of magical birds and even the colour of the grass was a shade of soft fey-like green. The Timeless Meadow could certainly be called a very special place, in many more ways than one.
Lucius took off his Death Eater robe and laid it down on soft grass to make them a more comfortable place to sit on. He sat down and gestured Harry to sit beside him. Harry did that, feeling completely relaxed now, as the sheer beauty of the magical meadow soothed his fears. They were somewhere so far away from death. They were in refuge of forever.
"As I promised, I will tell you everything you need to know to defeat our enemy and become the Man-Who-Lives instead of the Boy-Who-Lived. However... as you have been such a nuisance for me from time to time, my information comes with a price."
"Your son is-"
"My son is alive, well and safe.I know."
"How.."
"I think that's very much between me and Draco."
Lucius felt the snake-shaped scar on his chest tingle with heat as the ritual bond between him and his beloved son sent Draco's feelings to him. A bond of Dark Arts, a bond of love that knew no boundaries. A bond sealed with pure blood and semen.
"So, I don't have any need for your knowledge. Instead, I would be rather interested in defiling your innocence. To be more ...precise, the innocence of your flesh."
"I am the needle in your vein.
I am the hate you can't sustain.
I am the pusher, you are the whore.
I am the need you have for more ...and I control you."
"You... WHAT? This is another perverted game of Vold-"
Harry tried to get away, but with one liquid movement Lucius’ hand covered his mouth, rendering him speechless as the platinum-blonde wizard grasped Harry's wrists with his other hand. The young Gryffindor was rather helpless now, very much like his hatred.
"All black and white. Like Aurors and Death-Eaters. Like you and the Dark Lord. So similar. Just black and white, black and white all over." (Idiots.)
All compassion was now gone from Lucius' grey eyes.
(Stupid boy. He would have perished long since if there wouldn't be the Dark Lord's equally stupid obsession to get rid of him himself.) "You really should know better than to utter that traced name aloud if you don't fancy those perverted games of the former Lord of mine."
Lucius removed his both hands, his smirk lustful and amused. Harry was speechless, gasping to keep his hatred inside, hatred that burnt like Fiendfyre.
"I thought as much. So, you really should listen to me and keep that pretty mouth of yours shut. For now, at least."
Red mist of rage beyond everything Harry had ever felt before clouded his vision. He reached for his wand, not able to think of anything else than to curse that devious oversexed bastard so bad he would be begging for death. Until Lucius spoke again, his drawl piercing through the young black-haired wizard's hatred.
"I thought you were still interested in saving the world from the plague that is the Dark Lord. And as I am now the only person benevolent enough to stand between his triumph and your death, I think you should show some restraint despite that it seems not to be a very Gryffindor virtue."
"You fucked-up disgusting piece of shit! It will be a lifetime in Azkaban for your crimes!"
"Oh... you really are innocent."
Now Lucius' smirk was glowing with predatory lust.
"Severus certainly is not the only remarkable Occlumens and I can even plead for a dose of Veritaserum, still telling only truths. I am betraying the Dark Lord now, actually I betrayed him even before he returned among the living. I am desperately trying everything to save your life and... I guess the Wizengamot would like to hear me telling all about you offering your body to me, to use as I wish, all the nice details of me making love to you."
"You. Sick. Fuck."
"Ah. I knew you would submit to my ...wishes. Now, I would propose you to undress."
"I drag you down, I use you up.
I am denial, guilt and fear ...and I control you."
Lucius slid his hand gently along Harry's jawline, fingers tracing down his neck and the young Gryffindor felt his fear merging with disgust, like cold worms were crawling on his skin. Still, he removed his clothes as fast as he could.
(Please, let this be over soon.)
"Ah. You amaze me, my hero. So eager..."
"It's not like that, you depraved rapist!"
"Now, that was rather ...lovely. Sit down, golden boy."
Lucius' soft drawl was so much more dominant than the cold, alien voice of Voldemort. The Dark Lord wanted everyone to obey him, he wanted that too much. The posturing aristocratic Pureblood just ...expected that.
(I will just close my eyes and pretend he is someone else. ...SOMEONE ELSE RAPING ME.)
In a different situation, like talking with Ron after a few glasses of Firewhisky, Harry would have thought of that just as a somewhat bad joke. Not now. Even while he felt every muscle in his body fighting against Lucius' orders, Harry sat down.
Lucius wrapped his arms around Harry, caressing him gently. That absolutely did not ease the feeling of cold worms. The silvery-blonde wizard had not bothered to remove his clothes but even the touch of his dark green snake-embroidered silk shirt on Harry's bare skin made the young man shiver. Even worse was the touch of his black velvet trousers against the young Gryffindor's cock because it did not make him shiver from disgust. Harry could smell Lucius' scent, dark and sensual like an autumn evening and he Did. Not. Want. That. And now there was Lucius' tongue on Harry's nipples, playfully teasing and his soft hand touching Harry's cock. His half-erect cock.
"My hero, you should lie down on your back and spread your legs apart. Much more pleasant for you that way. I should also probably mention that you are not allowed to touch yourself or there will be no information."
"Like I EVER wanted to do that while you fucking traitorous bastard are RAPING me!"
Lucius arched his left eyebrow in mild interest while his smirk widened from amusement, not bothered enough to answer otherwise. Somehow, that made an icy breeze of fear blow through Harry's red flaming anger.
Harry obeyed, trying to think of anything else but his shameful state. Lucius drew his wand again and Harry gritted his teeth tightly together, waiting for some painful curse. Instead, there were softly whispered Lubricatus spells and Lucius' hand gently teasing his virginal opening. When the silvery-blonde wizard slid one finger inside Harry's arse, it felt arousing and Harry so much hoped for a painful curse instead. Another finger, slow and skilful movements and Harry tried not to relax, not to gasp from pleasure. No success. Third one, gently stretching the young Gryffindor's opening and Harry couldn't suppress his soft moans as he tried not to thrust his arse against Lucius' fingers. No success whatsoever.
"N-no!"
"Meaning 'yes'. Or, to be more precise, 'Lucius, please fuck me'."
The lean, pale wizard's voice was as sickeningly sweet and malicious as was his face. Like his carefully lubricated cock sliding slowly inside Harry's tight channel. It hurt slightly but the intense feeling of arousal was stronger. Lucius' thrusts were gentle and teasing and he found very soon that sweet spot inside Harry's arse that he didn't even know before was there. The pleasure the younger wizard so much did not want to feel. Harry did not want it so much that his cock was so very hard, slick with precome, aching to be touched and his whole body desperate for release.
"I.. need... you fucking.. depraved..."
"Manners, Harry. There is this rather important word you seem to have completely forgotten."
"Please.." Now Harry really hated himself.
"Ah, that's the word. Come for me, little saviour."
Lucius grabbed Harry's throbbing prick, and stroked it. Twice, as he didn't need to do more. Harry's orgasm felt like tainted heaven. Like angels penetrated by meat hooks and razor blades, bleeding and climaxing at the same time. He so much didn't want it to feel good and in a desperate attempt to hide his moans, he spoke, only managing to utter the only words that obscenely filled his mind, in a way somewhat similar to that of Lucius' cock filling his arse.
"I wish I was dead."
"I am the voice inside your head
I am the lover in your bed
I am the sex that you provide
I am the hate you try to hide ...and I control you."
Lucius let out a low chuckle and spoke again. His drawl was slithering into Harry's mind like a snake, so cold and devoid of all emotions.
"You are begging me to kill you? Your dead body, first warm and then cold, rotting slowly in the meadow, eventually giving birth to new flowers... I could give that to you and you know it. Painless death, like falling into deep, dark sleep without dreams. Without memories. Forever."
The platinum-blonde Pureblood drew his wand and slid it slowly across Harry's chin. And the worst thing was that even this mockingly soft touch felt good. No, the worst thing was that Harry was not able to suffocate a gasp of pleasure and the other reason for that was Lucius' hard prick inside his arse, the warmth and closeness he had never felt before.
"But I won't, because you disappoint me. Shouldn't you be our last and only hope against the Dark Lord?"
Harry couldn't find a retort scathing enough, maybe because he didn't know anymore whom he hated more, himself or Lucius. He closed his eyes in an already doomed attempt to forget everything, as he could only see the amused smile and the mocking gentleness in Lucius' eyes. The image was burnt into his mind. And it certainly didn't prevent that feeling of Lucius' long hair, like soft, soothing liquid silver, caressing Harry's nipples in a way he had dreamed Ginny to do. His despair so deep, Harry didn't even try to resist soft fingers forced inside his mouth, covered with the Gryffindor's Golden Boy's own sperm, licking the bitter liquid from Lucius' hand, feeling the silvery-blonde wizard smear more semen on Harry's face. All he tried to do was to not think about Ginny. Not now, please not now. And, as most people know, trying not to think about something is an attempt as futile as taming a dragon to keep it as an obedient pet.
"However, I think I have now extended my kindness too far, tenderly caring only about your needs. Therefore, I suggest you to open your eyes or I might remember how extremely delightful it is to feel a body spasming uncontrollably and clenching so tightly around my cock while under a Cruciatus curse."
Hating himself even more, Harry opened his eyes to meet Lucius' gaze, lustful and beyond all cruelty he had ever seen.
"Ah. Very beautiful emerald-green, so alike your Mudblood mother's."
"Don't you FUCKING dare to call-"
His words were interrupted with burning pain as Lucius now thrust his cock deep inside Harry's arse. Harder and faster all the time, burying his prick so deep that the young man felt he was being flayed inside, very thoroughly but carefully. It was not like Lucius wouldn't be paying attention to important details. Harry gritted his teeth together, and did not scream.
"Ahh... you are so tight, my brave hero... Yess... so delightful to.. ohh.. defile... It brings so much... memories..."
The platinum-blonde wizard held his wand again, and despite all his attempts not to beg, Harry couldn't keep silent.
"Lucius... please... no..."
"So easily broken, now? I suggest you to remember that all this you are going through is for the greater good."
The sadistic demon, his face still sickeningly beautiful, bent over, whispering into Harry's ear a word in a sweet tone so utterly mocking.
"Crucio."
The agony was beyond imagination. It was like acid, dissolving Harry inside into nothingness. Nothingness that was bright absolute pain. Limitless light, laughing silvery light like a thousand sharp needles penetrating every fibre of his being. Harry screamed and screamed until his voice was gone. And still he kept screaming silently, as Lucius climaxed deep inside Harry's tortured channel, his sibilant sound of absolute pleasure a dark, twisted mirror image of Harry's suffering. The blonde Pureblood kept the Unforgivable Curse going on and on, milking last drops of his semen inside the young Gryffindor's arse as Harry was drowning deeper and deeper into something that could only described as an eternity in Hell. Lucius ended the curse and withdrew his cock out of Harry's arse in one brutal movement, then moving towards his used toy's face. Even while on the verge of losing his consciousness, Harry raised his head in a doomed attempt to bite the Dark Wizard's prick as Lucius wiped it clean on Harry's face and hair, paying special attention to his lightning bolt scar.
"Oh, your desperate attempt to harm your helper is so very inappropriate." Lucius’ silky drawl was so very satisfied, so very disgusting, as he buttoned his black velvet trousers again and grabbed his Death Eater cloak from the ground.
"Your fucking information."
"You should not fear the Dark Lord. You will not die." (Or well... according to my research, he probably won't.)
Lucius' smirk merged satisfaction with cruelty as he bowed to Harry in a way so mocking that it felt as if he had wiped semen off his cock on Harry's face again.
"How-"
With a loud crack, Lucius Disapparated.
"YOU! FUCKING! BASTARD!"
The platinum-blonde wizard bowed before Lord Voldemort, feigning fear, not betraying a slightest hint of betrayal or disobedience.
"My Lord. He seems to be afraid, but he is coming. As you presumed, I had to coerce him somewhat with a Cruciatus curse."
"Good."
A cold voice, so sure of his triumph.
Lucius fucking Malfoy. The pain inside Harry's arse was searing as he wiped his own sperm off his body, but the shame, the shame hurt even more. The stain of semen, both Lucius' and his own. The stain of shame. He would never be clean again. Even the beauty of the Timeless Meadow evoked just feelings of abhor and sickness, like Lucius had stained it too, claimed it as his own, just like he had claimed Harry's body. Somehow, now it really didn't matter that he was about to die.
"I am the bullet in the gun
I am the truth from which you run
I am the silencing machine
I am the end of all your dreams ...and I control you."
ENDNOTES: 1. My fourth fic this far. Finally got it ready. 2. Dedicated to my subconscious (I got the idea from a dream) and to luciusmistress for her being so absolutely great friend, my beta and especially for her great Lucius/Harry which evoked my feelings to attempt something with the same pairing. 3. The summary contains modified lyrics from Death in June's song Tick Tock. 4. This is somewhat a part of my ongoing storyline (as all my stories this far are loosely linked with each other while meant to work on their own too). I am, however, rather sure that this is an AU part of it ...depends on if I get an idea good enough for Lucius to ...coerce Harry to give up his anal virginity before. ("I certainly don't need your help in that." -Lucius. "Umm... you really do have a point there, Mr. Malfoy." (Just can't help but love that posturing elitist bastard.) -me.) 5. And yes, I would very much like to get any feedback. Please? Pretty please? Of course especially constructive criticism -helps me to improve my writing which means less lousy fanfiction;)- but I'd like to read anything you thought about the story.
AUTHOR: ms_anthrophy
TITLE: The Forest Whispers Secrets Left Untold
SUMMARY: This is a story about a young man who ...wasted time. Time was against him. And so was someone else.
WARNINGS: NC-17: slash, dubcon, humiliation, violence
PAIRING: Lucius/Harry
DISCLAIMER: J.K. Rowling and lots ov big companies own the Harry Potter world and all its characters. I do not. Also, they are making the profit and I don't. Which means that suing me is, again, a waste of time and life.
(However, I somehow have this feeling that Lucius Malfoy prefers me writing about them instead of JKR and Harry Potter absolutely does not. *evil smirk*)
A/N: This is also a songfic as the verses between my own writing are taken from Nine Inch Nails' song Mr. Self-Destruct (and somewhat rearranged to better fit in with the story). And despite the fact I also had other reasons for writing this, it is meant to be an unbirthday gift for luciusmistress. Oh fuck, she already agreed to beta this. Umm... a Slytherin unbirthday gift. And now I will stop my totally uninteresting rambling and let you (hopefully) enjoy the story.
The Forest Whispers Secrets Left Untold
The ghosts of the past were gone. All of them, Sirius and Remus, even James and Lily. And so, despite his clear decision, Harry felt the icy fear of death again. So cold, colder than the space between stars, sending shivers through his body. His body. He was so aware of it again, every inch of his skin, his heart beating too fast, his veins full of warm, red blood, red as Ginny's hair... No. No time for that anymore. But still... it seemed so unfair. No time for that ever. Never.
A crack from distance startled Harry. An animal? Or Lord Voldemort Apparating? Please, let it be just an animal. Please, let me live these few torturing moments that's all I've got left. As the black-haired boy looked into the deep forest, he saw a man approaching. A man wearing black Death Eater robes but no, not Voldemort, for Harry would not mistake the silvery-blonde wizard for anyone else. What the bloody HELL was Lucius Malfoy doing here? And why seeing him sent new cold shivers down Harry's spine? Lucius was a defeated man. Defeated and broken by his own Dark Lord.
Well, he certainly looked like so. Lucius had always been pale, but now the colour of his skin was more like a death-pallor, and there were deep, dark shadows under his eyes. And he did not raise his wand (A new wand? How?) to threaten Harry. Instead, if it was possible, Lucius looked like he was relieved to see him.
"Harry. It's so good I found you. The Dark Lord sent me here to see if you were about to ...meet him. He seems to think I'm afraid of you, like he himself is." (To be honest, he is not... I just find it rather ...irritating to have to speak the truth unless necessary.)
Lucius' voice was that usual lazy drawl of his, as he sighed, mocking. It seemed that the blonde Pureblood was not so thoroughly broken, despite his obvious weariness.
(What the FUCK is going on in here? Voldemort afraid of me?)
"You came to tell me you are not afraid of me. Very fucking INTERESTING!"
Harry did not find any sensible reason to be afraid of Lucius Malfoy, despite that he was. And he really didn't want to be.
"Well, it should interest you because I am afraid for you, Harry. For your life."
Lucius' smile was ...affectionate?
"No use for that, Malfoy. I know I'm going to die." (But... if I somehow don't have to... Don't think about it.)
"Maybe. Maybe not. It very much depends on you being interested enough to listen to me. No, I am not trying to coerce you to run for your not-so-precious life as you certainly seem to have accepted your role as the very convenient sacrificial lamb in this nice, little play directed by late Headmaster Dumbledore."
Harry was lost for words, for it all came back again. The dark, bitter feeling of betrayal for Dumbledore keeping his secrets all his own. The long-suppressed desire to have a life of his own, one that was not FUCKING PRE-DESTINED to end up like THIS. Life. Instead of death. Death. The death-fear. And why in the motherfucking hell there happened to be Lucius Malfoy in the forest, knowing all those things he was not supposed to know and even something more and offering to give Harry his life, his new real life, back?
"I take you where you want to go.
I give you all you need to know.
I am the prayers of the naive.
I am the lie you believe ...and I control you.”
It was too bad Harry was so lost in his feelings that he absolutely failed to notice that very cruel and very lascivious smirk that crept on the lean Dark wizard's lips for a little while. Then Lucius was just absolute gentleness again, all smooth silky voice and very carefully arranged hints of compassion in his grey eyes as he met Harry's distressed green gaze.
"WHAT? You... know..."
"About Horcruxes? Oh yes, I do. I had one, you remember?"
"But.. we thought..."
"You were thinking like typical Gryffindors." Lucius shook his head in mock pity.
"I was not very interested to hasten the Dark Lord's return. I, as a Malfoy, am definitely not interested in bowing before anyone. There was a possibility to open the Chamber of Secrets and, therefore a possibility for ...someone brave enough to destroy one of the Dark Lord's most treasured possessions. It could be called a... win-win situation."
Harry still couldn't manage a complete sentence. It was not that he hadn't thought of Lucius Malfoy as a slippery, lying bastard all the time but now when the man told the truth behind one of his probably countless plots, untangling the silken threads of absolutely controlled thoughts, words and actions right before Harry, the black-haired Gryffindor was just beyond belief. Beyond words and beyond understanding. Just as Lucius had counted on him to be.
"It seems like I finally have convinced you to ...understand to appreciate my desperate attempt to help you, Harry. However, this happens to be a rather long story..."
"N-no! I mean... I want to hear everything but the hour is almost up and if I don't-"
"Yes, time is running short. Here. But luckily the Forbidden Forest holds many secrets and despite your many brave ventures inside it, you seem not to be aware of the Timeless Meadow, which is ...a place outside time."
"A what?"
"A very special place. One can spend as much time as one wants there, and then just return to the very moment before."
Lucius offered his hand to Harry, bitten fingernails, welts and dried blood a clear sign of all the hard time he had been through.
"I'll take you there if you wish." (Well... I somehow doubt he really wishes that.)
Harry took Lucius' hand, his own damp with cold sweat, and the foreboding dark forest disappeared.
They Apparated into a place almost as immensely beautiful as its enchantment was strong. It wasn't day anymore, but a warm summer evening and there were exotic flowers abloom everywhere, flowers of witchery which grew nowhere else. The air was filled with different scents, all beautiful. Some of them sweetly innocent as the eyes of a newborn baby, some as sparklingly delightful as the first spring morning after a cold, long winter and some so darkly sensual that Harry did not have any experience to describe the feelings they evoked but Lucius definitely did. There were soft, humming voices of magical birds and even the colour of the grass was a shade of soft fey-like green. The Timeless Meadow could certainly be called a very special place, in many more ways than one.
Lucius took off his Death Eater robe and laid it down on soft grass to make them a more comfortable place to sit on. He sat down and gestured Harry to sit beside him. Harry did that, feeling completely relaxed now, as the sheer beauty of the magical meadow soothed his fears. They were somewhere so far away from death. They were in refuge of forever.
"As I promised, I will tell you everything you need to know to defeat our enemy and become the Man-Who-Lives instead of the Boy-Who-Lived. However... as you have been such a nuisance for me from time to time, my information comes with a price."
"Your son is-"
"My son is alive, well and safe.I know."
"How.."
"I think that's very much between me and Draco."
Lucius felt the snake-shaped scar on his chest tingle with heat as the ritual bond between him and his beloved son sent Draco's feelings to him. A bond of Dark Arts, a bond of love that knew no boundaries. A bond sealed with pure blood and semen.
"So, I don't have any need for your knowledge. Instead, I would be rather interested in defiling your innocence. To be more ...precise, the innocence of your flesh."
"I am the needle in your vein.
I am the hate you can't sustain.
I am the pusher, you are the whore.
I am the need you have for more ...and I control you."
"You... WHAT? This is another perverted game of Vold-"
Harry tried to get away, but with one liquid movement Lucius’ hand covered his mouth, rendering him speechless as the platinum-blonde wizard grasped Harry's wrists with his other hand. The young Gryffindor was rather helpless now, very much like his hatred.
"All black and white. Like Aurors and Death-Eaters. Like you and the Dark Lord. So similar. Just black and white, black and white all over." (Idiots.)
All compassion was now gone from Lucius' grey eyes.
(Stupid boy. He would have perished long since if there wouldn't be the Dark Lord's equally stupid obsession to get rid of him himself.) "You really should know better than to utter that traced name aloud if you don't fancy those perverted games of the former Lord of mine."
Lucius removed his both hands, his smirk lustful and amused. Harry was speechless, gasping to keep his hatred inside, hatred that burnt like Fiendfyre.
"I thought as much. So, you really should listen to me and keep that pretty mouth of yours shut. For now, at least."
Red mist of rage beyond everything Harry had ever felt before clouded his vision. He reached for his wand, not able to think of anything else than to curse that devious oversexed bastard so bad he would be begging for death. Until Lucius spoke again, his drawl piercing through the young black-haired wizard's hatred.
"I thought you were still interested in saving the world from the plague that is the Dark Lord. And as I am now the only person benevolent enough to stand between his triumph and your death, I think you should show some restraint despite that it seems not to be a very Gryffindor virtue."
"You fucked-up disgusting piece of shit! It will be a lifetime in Azkaban for your crimes!"
"Oh... you really are innocent."
Now Lucius' smirk was glowing with predatory lust.
"Severus certainly is not the only remarkable Occlumens and I can even plead for a dose of Veritaserum, still telling only truths. I am betraying the Dark Lord now, actually I betrayed him even before he returned among the living. I am desperately trying everything to save your life and... I guess the Wizengamot would like to hear me telling all about you offering your body to me, to use as I wish, all the nice details of me making love to you."
"You. Sick. Fuck."
"Ah. I knew you would submit to my ...wishes. Now, I would propose you to undress."
"I drag you down, I use you up.
I am denial, guilt and fear ...and I control you."
Lucius slid his hand gently along Harry's jawline, fingers tracing down his neck and the young Gryffindor felt his fear merging with disgust, like cold worms were crawling on his skin. Still, he removed his clothes as fast as he could.
(Please, let this be over soon.)
"Ah. You amaze me, my hero. So eager..."
"It's not like that, you depraved rapist!"
"Now, that was rather ...lovely. Sit down, golden boy."
Lucius' soft drawl was so much more dominant than the cold, alien voice of Voldemort. The Dark Lord wanted everyone to obey him, he wanted that too much. The posturing aristocratic Pureblood just ...expected that.
(I will just close my eyes and pretend he is someone else. ...SOMEONE ELSE RAPING ME.)
In a different situation, like talking with Ron after a few glasses of Firewhisky, Harry would have thought of that just as a somewhat bad joke. Not now. Even while he felt every muscle in his body fighting against Lucius' orders, Harry sat down.
Lucius wrapped his arms around Harry, caressing him gently. That absolutely did not ease the feeling of cold worms. The silvery-blonde wizard had not bothered to remove his clothes but even the touch of his dark green snake-embroidered silk shirt on Harry's bare skin made the young man shiver. Even worse was the touch of his black velvet trousers against the young Gryffindor's cock because it did not make him shiver from disgust. Harry could smell Lucius' scent, dark and sensual like an autumn evening and he Did. Not. Want. That. And now there was Lucius' tongue on Harry's nipples, playfully teasing and his soft hand touching Harry's cock. His half-erect cock.
"My hero, you should lie down on your back and spread your legs apart. Much more pleasant for you that way. I should also probably mention that you are not allowed to touch yourself or there will be no information."
"Like I EVER wanted to do that while you fucking traitorous bastard are RAPING me!"
Lucius arched his left eyebrow in mild interest while his smirk widened from amusement, not bothered enough to answer otherwise. Somehow, that made an icy breeze of fear blow through Harry's red flaming anger.
Harry obeyed, trying to think of anything else but his shameful state. Lucius drew his wand again and Harry gritted his teeth tightly together, waiting for some painful curse. Instead, there were softly whispered Lubricatus spells and Lucius' hand gently teasing his virginal opening. When the silvery-blonde wizard slid one finger inside Harry's arse, it felt arousing and Harry so much hoped for a painful curse instead. Another finger, slow and skilful movements and Harry tried not to relax, not to gasp from pleasure. No success. Third one, gently stretching the young Gryffindor's opening and Harry couldn't suppress his soft moans as he tried not to thrust his arse against Lucius' fingers. No success whatsoever.
"N-no!"
"Meaning 'yes'. Or, to be more precise, 'Lucius, please fuck me'."
The lean, pale wizard's voice was as sickeningly sweet and malicious as was his face. Like his carefully lubricated cock sliding slowly inside Harry's tight channel. It hurt slightly but the intense feeling of arousal was stronger. Lucius' thrusts were gentle and teasing and he found very soon that sweet spot inside Harry's arse that he didn't even know before was there. The pleasure the younger wizard so much did not want to feel. Harry did not want it so much that his cock was so very hard, slick with precome, aching to be touched and his whole body desperate for release.
"I.. need... you fucking.. depraved..."
"Manners, Harry. There is this rather important word you seem to have completely forgotten."
"Please.." Now Harry really hated himself.
"Ah, that's the word. Come for me, little saviour."
Lucius grabbed Harry's throbbing prick, and stroked it. Twice, as he didn't need to do more. Harry's orgasm felt like tainted heaven. Like angels penetrated by meat hooks and razor blades, bleeding and climaxing at the same time. He so much didn't want it to feel good and in a desperate attempt to hide his moans, he spoke, only managing to utter the only words that obscenely filled his mind, in a way somewhat similar to that of Lucius' cock filling his arse.
"I wish I was dead."
"I am the voice inside your head
I am the lover in your bed
I am the sex that you provide
I am the hate you try to hide ...and I control you."
Lucius let out a low chuckle and spoke again. His drawl was slithering into Harry's mind like a snake, so cold and devoid of all emotions.
"You are begging me to kill you? Your dead body, first warm and then cold, rotting slowly in the meadow, eventually giving birth to new flowers... I could give that to you and you know it. Painless death, like falling into deep, dark sleep without dreams. Without memories. Forever."
The platinum-blonde Pureblood drew his wand and slid it slowly across Harry's chin. And the worst thing was that even this mockingly soft touch felt good. No, the worst thing was that Harry was not able to suffocate a gasp of pleasure and the other reason for that was Lucius' hard prick inside his arse, the warmth and closeness he had never felt before.
"But I won't, because you disappoint me. Shouldn't you be our last and only hope against the Dark Lord?"
Harry couldn't find a retort scathing enough, maybe because he didn't know anymore whom he hated more, himself or Lucius. He closed his eyes in an already doomed attempt to forget everything, as he could only see the amused smile and the mocking gentleness in Lucius' eyes. The image was burnt into his mind. And it certainly didn't prevent that feeling of Lucius' long hair, like soft, soothing liquid silver, caressing Harry's nipples in a way he had dreamed Ginny to do. His despair so deep, Harry didn't even try to resist soft fingers forced inside his mouth, covered with the Gryffindor's Golden Boy's own sperm, licking the bitter liquid from Lucius' hand, feeling the silvery-blonde wizard smear more semen on Harry's face. All he tried to do was to not think about Ginny. Not now, please not now. And, as most people know, trying not to think about something is an attempt as futile as taming a dragon to keep it as an obedient pet.
"However, I think I have now extended my kindness too far, tenderly caring only about your needs. Therefore, I suggest you to open your eyes or I might remember how extremely delightful it is to feel a body spasming uncontrollably and clenching so tightly around my cock while under a Cruciatus curse."
Hating himself even more, Harry opened his eyes to meet Lucius' gaze, lustful and beyond all cruelty he had ever seen.
"Ah. Very beautiful emerald-green, so alike your Mudblood mother's."
"Don't you FUCKING dare to call-"
His words were interrupted with burning pain as Lucius now thrust his cock deep inside Harry's arse. Harder and faster all the time, burying his prick so deep that the young man felt he was being flayed inside, very thoroughly but carefully. It was not like Lucius wouldn't be paying attention to important details. Harry gritted his teeth together, and did not scream.
"Ahh... you are so tight, my brave hero... Yess... so delightful to.. ohh.. defile... It brings so much... memories..."
The platinum-blonde wizard held his wand again, and despite all his attempts not to beg, Harry couldn't keep silent.
"Lucius... please... no..."
"So easily broken, now? I suggest you to remember that all this you are going through is for the greater good."
The sadistic demon, his face still sickeningly beautiful, bent over, whispering into Harry's ear a word in a sweet tone so utterly mocking.
"Crucio."
The agony was beyond imagination. It was like acid, dissolving Harry inside into nothingness. Nothingness that was bright absolute pain. Limitless light, laughing silvery light like a thousand sharp needles penetrating every fibre of his being. Harry screamed and screamed until his voice was gone. And still he kept screaming silently, as Lucius climaxed deep inside Harry's tortured channel, his sibilant sound of absolute pleasure a dark, twisted mirror image of Harry's suffering. The blonde Pureblood kept the Unforgivable Curse going on and on, milking last drops of his semen inside the young Gryffindor's arse as Harry was drowning deeper and deeper into something that could only described as an eternity in Hell. Lucius ended the curse and withdrew his cock out of Harry's arse in one brutal movement, then moving towards his used toy's face. Even while on the verge of losing his consciousness, Harry raised his head in a doomed attempt to bite the Dark Wizard's prick as Lucius wiped it clean on Harry's face and hair, paying special attention to his lightning bolt scar.
"Oh, your desperate attempt to harm your helper is so very inappropriate." Lucius’ silky drawl was so very satisfied, so very disgusting, as he buttoned his black velvet trousers again and grabbed his Death Eater cloak from the ground.
"Your fucking information."
"You should not fear the Dark Lord. You will not die." (Or well... according to my research, he probably won't.)
Lucius' smirk merged satisfaction with cruelty as he bowed to Harry in a way so mocking that it felt as if he had wiped semen off his cock on Harry's face again.
"How-"
With a loud crack, Lucius Disapparated.
"YOU! FUCKING! BASTARD!"
The platinum-blonde wizard bowed before Lord Voldemort, feigning fear, not betraying a slightest hint of betrayal or disobedience.
"My Lord. He seems to be afraid, but he is coming. As you presumed, I had to coerce him somewhat with a Cruciatus curse."
"Good."
A cold voice, so sure of his triumph.
Lucius fucking Malfoy. The pain inside Harry's arse was searing as he wiped his own sperm off his body, but the shame, the shame hurt even more. The stain of semen, both Lucius' and his own. The stain of shame. He would never be clean again. Even the beauty of the Timeless Meadow evoked just feelings of abhor and sickness, like Lucius had stained it too, claimed it as his own, just like he had claimed Harry's body. Somehow, now it really didn't matter that he was about to die.
"I am the bullet in the gun
I am the truth from which you run
I am the silencing machine
I am the end of all your dreams ...and I control you."
ENDNOTES: 1. My fourth fic this far. Finally got it ready. 2. Dedicated to my subconscious (I got the idea from a dream) and to luciusmistress for her being so absolutely great friend, my beta and especially for her great Lucius/Harry which evoked my feelings to attempt something with the same pairing. 3. The summary contains modified lyrics from Death in June's song Tick Tock. 4. This is somewhat a part of my ongoing storyline (as all my stories this far are loosely linked with each other while meant to work on their own too). I am, however, rather sure that this is an AU part of it ...depends on if I get an idea good enough for Lucius to ...coerce Harry to give up his anal virginity before. ("I certainly don't need your help in that." -Lucius. "Umm... you really do have a point there, Mr. Malfoy." (Just can't help but love that posturing elitist bastard.) -me.) 5. And yes, I would very much like to get any feedback. Please? Pretty please? Of course especially constructive criticism -helps me to improve my writing which means less lousy fanfiction;)- but I'd like to read anything you thought about the story.