Sedated and Compliant, (Lucius/Harry, R)
Title: Sedated and Compliant
Author:
digthewriter
Pairing: Lucius/Harry and other pairings.
Rating: R
Word Count: ~600
Summary: Lucius takes the same drug as Harry and they live in a world that pleases them both.
Author's Notes: Created for rarepair_shorts holiday exchange fest. My recipient was leontinabowie who wanted a dark!fic; and my awesome beta was amorette who was just super helpful with this.
With the Dark Lord out of the way...
Potter was nice like this. Sedated and compliant.
Lucius watched as the young man flew around on the Quidditch pitch, diving in for the Snitch, rising up a champion. The crowd's breath hitched before they all cheered as their Saviour once again dominated the field and emerged the victor.
The victor.
Lucius quite liked that title for the boy.
He mixed the potion and had him drink it as Potter dreamt what could now never be.
It was too bad, really. Potter fucked well after winning a game, and if it'd been real, that euphoria of winning would have stayed with him longer than it did now.
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The leather gloves came off first, and Lucius tsked at that. He liked them on Potter. Liked it when Potter was naked with nothing but those gloves on him. At home, he liked exploring all of him as Potter's hands would be tied to the bed and his fingers would curl up underneath those gloves.
As Potter threw them on the floor, Lucius bent down to pick them up. Surely, the boy needed to know his manners. You shouldn't just throw your things around the changing rooms like that. Even if you were the only one there.
"Did I displease you?" Potter asked with a smirk.
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"I own the team, boy. I can have you kicked off at any moment," Lucius said, walking up to Potter. His hands were pressed against the dingy walls of the changing room, his legs spread apart, and his arse ready for the taking.
In this fantasy, Potter was the Quidditch star-if anything, it wasn't that farfetched a notion. On the Quidditch pitch, Potter had always had skill. Maybe not the sort of skill a brute like Krum possessed, but Potter was always able to hold his own.
"I think you might be wearing too many clothes," Potter said, pushing back against the front of Lucius's trousers. In the fantasy, Potter wanted Lucius inside him.
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Potter's moans echoed through the empty halls of the changing room. Lucius liked how he never questioned why they were always alone. Why none of the team members were ever there after the game. Why he always won so easily.
He wondered if Potter knew what his reality was and he simply chose to submit to the fantasy provided to him. The spells that were cast on him; the potions that were administered to him.
If he were this compliant without all of that, Lucius would take him with so much delight. He could provide so much more pleasure. If only the boy would succumb more easily.
¤
"How is he?" Draco asked Harry the next morning. He was there every morning checking on his father, no matter the weather.
Now that it was Christmas, his father's presence was even more missed in the Manor. His mother cried nearly every day, but she, just like Draco, knew they couldn't do anything.
Not after the accident in Azkaban which voided Lucius of all lucid thought, filling his head with illusions only he could see. Harry had managed to get the approval from the Ministry to transport Lucius to St Mungo's under his care.
"Same, but healthy," Harry replied with a sombre tone. He handed Lucius Malfoy's chart off to the Healer-on-call and was ready to walk out of the hospital with Draco. "It's Christmas, let me buy you a cup of cocoa."
Draco nodded with reluctance, and they wandered off. Harry brushed his fingers against Draco's wondering how long he'd have to wait until he could have what he truly wanted.
With the older Malfoy out of the way, he could focus on making Draco his.
¤
This entry was originally posted at http://digthewriter.dreamwidth.org/422941.html. Please comment anywhere you'd like. Thanks for reading
Author:
digthewriter
Pairing: Lucius/Harry and other pairings.
Rating: R
Word Count: ~600
Summary: Lucius takes the same drug as Harry and they live in a world that pleases them both.
Author's Notes: Created for rarepair_shorts holiday exchange fest. My recipient was leontinabowie who wanted a dark!fic; and my awesome beta was amorette who was just super helpful with this.
With the Dark Lord out of the way...
Potter was nice like this. Sedated and compliant.
Lucius watched as the young man flew around on the Quidditch pitch, diving in for the Snitch, rising up a champion. The crowd's breath hitched before they all cheered as their Saviour once again dominated the field and emerged the victor.
The victor.
Lucius quite liked that title for the boy.
He mixed the potion and had him drink it as Potter dreamt what could now never be.
It was too bad, really. Potter fucked well after winning a game, and if it'd been real, that euphoria of winning would have stayed with him longer than it did now.
¤
The leather gloves came off first, and Lucius tsked at that. He liked them on Potter. Liked it when Potter was naked with nothing but those gloves on him. At home, he liked exploring all of him as Potter's hands would be tied to the bed and his fingers would curl up underneath those gloves.
As Potter threw them on the floor, Lucius bent down to pick them up. Surely, the boy needed to know his manners. You shouldn't just throw your things around the changing rooms like that. Even if you were the only one there.
"Did I displease you?" Potter asked with a smirk.
¤
"I own the team, boy. I can have you kicked off at any moment," Lucius said, walking up to Potter. His hands were pressed against the dingy walls of the changing room, his legs spread apart, and his arse ready for the taking.
In this fantasy, Potter was the Quidditch star-if anything, it wasn't that farfetched a notion. On the Quidditch pitch, Potter had always had skill. Maybe not the sort of skill a brute like Krum possessed, but Potter was always able to hold his own.
"I think you might be wearing too many clothes," Potter said, pushing back against the front of Lucius's trousers. In the fantasy, Potter wanted Lucius inside him.
¤
Potter's moans echoed through the empty halls of the changing room. Lucius liked how he never questioned why they were always alone. Why none of the team members were ever there after the game. Why he always won so easily.
He wondered if Potter knew what his reality was and he simply chose to submit to the fantasy provided to him. The spells that were cast on him; the potions that were administered to him.
If he were this compliant without all of that, Lucius would take him with so much delight. He could provide so much more pleasure. If only the boy would succumb more easily.
¤
"How is he?" Draco asked Harry the next morning. He was there every morning checking on his father, no matter the weather.
Now that it was Christmas, his father's presence was even more missed in the Manor. His mother cried nearly every day, but she, just like Draco, knew they couldn't do anything.
Not after the accident in Azkaban which voided Lucius of all lucid thought, filling his head with illusions only he could see. Harry had managed to get the approval from the Ministry to transport Lucius to St Mungo's under his care.
"Same, but healthy," Harry replied with a sombre tone. He handed Lucius Malfoy's chart off to the Healer-on-call and was ready to walk out of the hospital with Draco. "It's Christmas, let me buy you a cup of cocoa."
Draco nodded with reluctance, and they wandered off. Harry brushed his fingers against Draco's wondering how long he'd have to wait until he could have what he truly wanted.
With the older Malfoy out of the way, he could focus on making Draco his.
¤
This entry was originally posted at http://digthewriter.dreamwidth.org/422941.html. Please comment anywhere you'd like. Thanks for reading