[FWF] Bourbon on a Saturday Night - This is the result.
So firewhiskeyfic reveals are up - and below is my contribution to the drunken debauchery.
Title: Who do you think you are fooling, Arthur Weasley?
Author: DIGTHEWRITER
I am of legal drinking age in my region: YES. LOL.
For entertainment purposes, you can read the original header and the original unedited fic HERE on DW. The rest from now on (below) is a slightly edited and condensed version.
Pairing(s)/Characters/Fandom: Harry Potter Fandom. Arthur/Lucius/Sirius. There's other characters mentioned and other relationships mentioned.
Challenge/Prompts used: All. [Prompts: Arthur Weasley, Ottery St Catchpole, Misuse of Muggle Artifacts, Plugs, Tinker, Dad]
Rating/Warnings: NC-17. No dialogue. There's hints of Lucius/Sirius from the first war / before the first war - and this is implied underage b/c they are 5 years apart in age. (Which I did not realize when I'd started writing this fic, drunk and then looked it up.) So if Sirius was 16, Lucius was 21. Any explicit sex on screen is over the age limit and consensual.
Word count: ~3000
Author's Notes: Fair warning for folks that the author is not a fan of Molly Weaslsy so she's not written as a compassionate character in this fic. I've written her off screen but I don't like her and might come-thru. JUST FYI. There's no other character bashing or anything in this story. Implied ... I forget what's implied. (Edit: it was implied: Background Drarry.)
Summary: Arthur is put in charge of Lucius Malfoy after the war and then also Sirius Black when he returns from the veil - b/c that's convenient for the story.
Arthur Weasley had always known there was something…wrong with the situation between Lucius Malfoy and Sirius Black. He'd never wanted to be a part of it because he needed to take care of his own family. As the first war had broken out, he was in charge of taking care of his wife and children. By the time the second war happened, he was busy fighting within his family and the world outside. It wasn't his responsibility. He was not Malfoy's minder, even if he had run across Malfoy and his antics quite a few times. The man was out to get Harry and it was Arthur's job to protect Harry. Sirius Black had been safe in Azkaban but when he was out also, Arthur needed to protect Harry more. Harry was like a son to him and he also knew his own son was in love with Harry. He needed to protect both Ron and Harry. It was his duty. His responsibility.
But after the war, he hadn't expected his son Ron to run away with Theodore Nott. It had been the biggest betrayal, more than what Percy had put Arthur through. But Percy was on the right path now, building on a relationship with Oliver, and making a name for himself. Arthur had always thought that his time - his retirement would come soon and he could relax at his village of Ottery St Catchpole - at his home at the Burrow. But Ron leaving England to go and live with Nott would tear his family apart. Or at least Arthur's marriage. Molly chose to leave with Ron and Theodore because she was obligated to take care of her son. Arthur wanted to tell Molly to leave Ron alone. He didn't need his mother. He needed to make his own decisions. They had fought so much after the war, after the Trials, and Arthur knew even she wanted Harry to have chosen Ron but Harry had given her a different betrayal.
With his own family breaking in different directions, Charlie always escaping to Romania, Bill and Fleur settling in to some French village, George heartbroken at the loss of his twin, and Molly leaving with Ron, Arthur did what he knew best. He went back to work. At least at work, he had Harry. Molly had made Arthur promise that he would keep an eye on Harry for his betrayal. Even though Arthur didn't think it was a true betrayal, both Harry and Ron chose to be with sons of Death Eaters, they were still boys who made decisions on their own accord. Arthur had made such a decision once. He'd had the opportunity to run away with a Death Eater but he'd chosen to marry Molly. Harry and Ron were doing what Arthur couldn't do himself. He watched as Lucius married Narcissa, as Sirius loved Remus but went to Azkaban for crimes he didn't commit - Arthur had stayed by Molly's side. But now, Molly was the one who had left him. She always cared about taking care of others more than she wanted to ever have the desire to take care of Arthur.
When the news came of Sirius's return, Arthur had been interrogating Lucius Malfoy. He was sat across from his charge, asking the same questions he'd asked tens of times before. Harry may have saved the Malfoy family in the Trials, because he was such a kind boy, it didn't mean the Malfoys were all that innocent. Arthur asked to be put in charge of Lucius Malfoy's case. He wanted to see the man as much as he could, get as much info as he could from him. He wanted to know all about the Dark artefacts Malfoy was hiding, had been hiding over the years, and the illegal trades he did in the name of his Dark Lord. He didn't care that Narcissa was fighting to get Lucius his freedom, Arthur had sent her away. Harry was with Draco now. They were always together, the gossip of the newspaper and if that bothered anyone, Arthur didn't let it be known it bothered him too. He said he supported the relationship because he never blamed the children. He had to say that If he didn't say it Molly would be cross because he had to support Ron's relationship with Nott. Arthur also knew that Lucius hated his son was with Harry. That they were pictured kissing at restaurants and bars, that they were living with Harry at Grimmauld Place, that the house of Black approved of Draco's presence in the home and with Harry. Lucius hated it and Arthur loved to exploit it. His plan was to provide enough hope that he was going to get out but never actually let Lucius out. Now that Arthur had no one left to take care of, he was going to take care of his own joy.
Everything changed when during his meeting Arthur was asked to leave his interrogation with Lucius for the news that Sirius Black was back. It seemed the veil only held him there for so long and Black had the determination to return to life rather than choose death.
With more news, came more problems. More responsibilities for Arthur.
The Ministry asked Arthur to be in charge of not only Lucius Malfoy but also Sirius Black. He was ordered to monitor the wizarding home where both of these men were going to live. They would be allowed scheduled visits from both Draco for Lucius and Harry for Sirius. Since the boys were a romantic couple, the Ministry thought it would be easy. Easy for all. Except for Arthur Weasley.
Arthur knew it was probably a bad idea to have both Malfoy and Black live under the same roof but he couldn't exactly tell the Ministry that he knew the men were lovers from a past life. It wasn't his place to know and if he said he did, he would be asked thousands of questions. How did he know? What did he know exactly? Did that mean Black was part of Voldemort's plan or did that make Harry also a threat to the Ministry? Harry wanted to protect Harry for Molly. But he also didn't want the men to know he knew about them. He didn't want the men to figure out that maybe a part of him was jealous. They had managed to give into their desires and even if … for one night… a very long time ago Arthur had allowed Lucius … it didn't mean anything. There were feelings he wasn't willing to tinker with. There were rules he wasn't willing to break.
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It went on for a while. Harry and Draco were now twenty. They wanted to travel. Harry didn't wish to finish his Auror programme and Draco no longer wished to run his father's artefacts business. They still visited the Ministry appointed home but never stayed long. Arthur was also still going, once a week, and it was somehow the worst day of his week but also the best day of his week. He had started to see the small changes in the men that maybe Harry and Draco missed. They slept in the same room. Naturally, the boys wouldn't know where the men slept because they didn't inspect the bedrooms. But Arthur did. He had to. He'd wanted to. He'd wanted to find evidence, hold it against them, and benefit from the situation. But in the end, Arthur knew there was no benefit. Everyone was moving on, finding better jobs, discovering a new passion - and he was there - alone jealous over a relationship from twenty years ago. Mortified of his feelings, yet not being able to vocalise them. Lucius was older than Sirius by half a dozen years, he'd seduced the young boy with his good looks, Arthur would know, Lucius did the same to him but Arthur hadn't been young. He knew what he was doing with Lucius. Sirius on the other hand must have been curious about the man his cousin was courting.
Now he was back there. Knowing what was happening but he couldn't say because it was twenty years later. Sirius was no longer sixteen. Arthur was no longer mesmerised by the youth and beauty of Lucius but with something else entirely. He didn't know how Sirius could allow it. Arthur couldn't understand how Sirius would be willing to have sex with this man who was part of a massive devastation to the wizarding world. He didn't know why he didn't simply ask for a reassignment or quit and go be with Molly. But he kept returning, every week like clockwork. Week after week. Month after month. And now, when months had turned into a year and more.
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It was a day like any other day. Like any other week Arthur had been at the Ministry appointed home for Sirius Black and Lucius Malfoy. Sirius had had the option of moving out since Arthur had cleared him of any offence or misconduct but Sirius had chosen to stay. He'd stated that his home at Grimmauld Place never felt like home and he'd spent more time at Azkaban than anywhere else so living with an ex-Death Eater and keeping his tabs on him was a better option. So on this day, which was like any other day, like any day of the week Arthur had been there, he'd felt the shift as soon as he'd arrived. He'd done his routine questions, the inspection of the property, and instead of leaving - he'd been invited to stay for dinner.
Arthur chose to stay.
Sirius was still young. Still felt young. He was so eager. Eager to please, his mouth so hot and wanting. The man had nothing better to do. His friends were all dead, Arthur watched as Lucius observed them with a smirk and content in his eyes while Sirius was on his knees in front of Arthur. This wasn't … was this what he'd wanted? Was this what he'd been after all this time? To feel Lucius's eyes on him while Sirius gave him the gratification Arthur had witnessed so many times, so many years ago, on Lucius? Arthur was pushed back on the sofa, nearly naked while Sirius rode him. His eyes closed, his head tilted back, and his mouth slightly parted. Lucius only watched them for afar. Maybe he was waiting for Arthur to say something. Maybe he wanted Arthur to reach for Lucius, ask him to come and satisfy him too, but Arthur would do no such thing. He knew the games the other man played, and he wasn't going to let him win.
Week after week, things changed, and they remained the same. Arthur only visited on routine as he did his inspections periodically, and then he stayed a bit longer. Sirius always started it, and Sirius always finished it. Lucius only watched. Arthur was getting frustrated but he was determined to not let on. It wasn't his place to ask for it. He hadn't asked for any of this. It was Sirius who had initiated it while Arthur only continued and played along.
Arthur wasn't a fool though. For a month, he didn't conduct his visitations. He requested time off from the Ministry and decided to visit his family in various parts of the world. His sons were happy to see him, his daughter was delighted he could watch her at practise for the World Cup.
When he returned, he was surprised to find Sirius Black waiting for him at his house. Sirius was polite for the most part. He stayed for dinner, a night-cap, and a blow job. When he was leaving for the night, he requested to leave via the Floo rather than Apparition. Sirius's magical privileges were never revoked, he was free to do as he pleased in the wizarding world, so Arthur was surprised at the request but allowed it. As soon as the Floo roared, Sirius pulled at Arthur and they both were transported to the house Sirius shared with Lucius.
Lucius was sat by the fire, a drink in his hand, and the room extremely dark.
He looked annoyed at Sirius for a brief moment until he realised Sirius was holding Arthur more or less hostage. His arms were wrapped around Arthur's plump waist, his head was resting on Arthur's shoulder, and he laughed- his body vibrating against Arthur's. This had been Sirius' ploy. Arthur had no idea what Lucius thought about where Sirius had been, how long he'd been gone for, but he had not expected Sirius to return with Arthur. Arthur hadn't expected it either. He thought he was beating the Death Eater at his game, but it was Sirius, the sneaky dog who had planned something completely different. Sirius pushed Arthur and he stumbled forward, nearly falling when Lucius caught him. Lucius raised his eyebrow, almost as if challenging Arthur, and Arthur found his footing. He liked feeling Lucius's hands on him. He didn't wish for the man to let him go. He didn't. Not for a long time. Arthur's eyes landed on Lucius's mouth which was equally smirking and trembling with anticipation. Arthur had never had the Gryffindor bravado everyone spoke about. He had the courage, the willingness to do what was right, and stand up for what he believed in but he had never in his life plunged forward. Until tonight. Until this moment when he leaned in and grabbed Lucius's mouth. He bit Lucius's lower lip and sucked on it hard. He didn't know if he actually wanted to kiss Lucius ever before but he did then. Right then, thanks to Sirius Black, of all people, Arthur had Lucius Malfoy in his arms and he wanted to do unspeakable things to him.
Much to his surprise, Lucius didn't fight back. He mumbled something along the lines of Finally, got the courage did you? but the words were lost as Arthur pushed Lucius back on the sofa he'd been sitting on and had the man's legs wrapped around his waist. If anyone had ever told him that by the age of sixty, Arthur would still be lusting after the man who had made his entire career a nightmare, brought him nothing but pain and misery, and when he would finally have him, it would feel like triumph and the best sort of satisfaction … he would have told them that they were insane. There was a higher chance that Arthur would be accused of misusing Muggle artefacts than be fucking Lucius Malfoy at the his age, but that's what he was doing.
Sirius Apparated them to their bed while he rested on his side, watching Arthur take Lucius - a form of satisfaction on Sirius's face, Arthur couldn't describe.
Arthur woke up the next day, sore and naked. He had a blanket on him - it was soft and comfortable but he knew it wasn't his own. The bed he was on wasn't his, either. When he came more into consciousness of the day, he was alone. He wondered for a moment if the night before he'd dreamt it all or if after he'd fallen asleep the men had moved him to the guest room. He looked around the room, and from his notes of having visited the house hundreds of times now… he knew he was in the main bedroom. He heard the sound of a clicking door and then the en-suite bathroom door opened and Lucius walked out with nothing but a towel around his waist. He paused briefly as if in shock and looked down at Arthur. Maybe he didn't expect Arthur to be awake already or maybe he thought if Arthur woke up he would have Apparated home. He stood there for what felt like ages looking at Arthur and Arthur stared right back. He had no words. He had nothing to say. What could he say?
Arthur tried his luck. He shifted in the bed, turned to his side, and removed the blanket. Lucius took it as an invitation and settled himself on the bed next to Arthur =, pulling the blanket back on them. They stared at each other for a while and even then Arthur couldn't find the words. How had he obsessed over this man for ages and not have the words. His fingers touched Lucius's face, his lips, until Lucius took Arthur's finger in his mouth and started to suck on it. He sucked, long and hard, and Arthur was Hard again … wanting Lucius again. And again. He'd had his fun with Sirius but … that was okay and it was special and different. That was to get off. But with Lucius, his hair tangled in Arthur's fingers, his hips pressed against Arthur's was divine. This was the man he'd loved to hate for what felt like a hundred years… but also wanted to be his. And his only… for a one hundred years.
They moved together, slowly and deliberately. There was a moment when Arthur had realised that Sirius had come back into the room but neither he or Lucius had stopped. They kept moving together, Lucius took their erections in hand together and rode them into an orgasmic bliss Arthur hadn't felt for who knew how long. He'd had his fun with Molly when they were young but the passion he'd once felt - he'd never felt with Molly - seemed to be back. He looked at Sirius when they were done and Sirius didn't seem upset. He smiled down at the both of them and nodded once. He told them to get dressed and come downstairs for breakfast.
Arthur expected to leave after breakfast but he didn't. He stayed for lunch and dinner. Until it was time to call it a night, he took his leave. He had wondered if he needed to make an excuse to leave but it wasn't strange or uncomfortable. These were men he'd known for some time now. They were settled in their ways and he was settled in his. He wondered if he should have told them when he was going to return but he didn't.
He was back the week after for his inspection. He was greeted with Lucius alone in the house. Sirius had gone to visit Harry and Draco - expecting to be returning later in the evening. Arthur asked to stay the evening. Lucius seemed surprised at that. Maybe he expected Arthur to command his authority… but he still didn't know what they were doing. It was, of course, terrible, and against all the rules. If the Ministry found out, he'd be sacked. Maybe even sent to Azkaban. But Arthur had evidently stopped caring. About this at least. He'd wanted to fuck… fuck Lucius Malfoy. He'd wanted his cock in the man. He'd wanted Lucius to beg him … for him to stop. Beg him to keep going. Beg him with everything he had in him. Arthur had wanted Lucius to … wanted all from him. And finally he was getting his wishes fulfilled.
He was in no mood to stop.
If he continued to have his way, he'd have Lucius wear a plug when Arthur wasn't around.
THE END.
Title: Who do you think you are fooling, Arthur Weasley?
Author: DIGTHEWRITER
I am of legal drinking age in my region: YES. LOL.
For entertainment purposes, you can read the original header and the original unedited fic HERE on DW. The rest from now on (below) is a slightly edited and condensed version.
Pairing(s)/Characters/Fandom: Harry Potter Fandom. Arthur/Lucius/Sirius. There's other characters mentioned and other relationships mentioned.
Challenge/Prompts used: All. [Prompts: Arthur Weasley, Ottery St Catchpole, Misuse of Muggle Artifacts, Plugs, Tinker, Dad]
Rating/Warnings: NC-17. No dialogue. There's hints of Lucius/Sirius from the first war / before the first war - and this is implied underage b/c they are 5 years apart in age. (Which I did not realize when I'd started writing this fic, drunk and then looked it up.) So if Sirius was 16, Lucius was 21. Any explicit sex on screen is over the age limit and consensual.
Word count: ~3000
Author's Notes: Fair warning for folks that the author is not a fan of Molly Weaslsy so she's not written as a compassionate character in this fic. I've written her off screen but I don't like her and might come-thru. JUST FYI. There's no other character bashing or anything in this story. Implied ... I forget what's implied. (Edit: it was implied: Background Drarry.)
Summary: Arthur is put in charge of Lucius Malfoy after the war and then also Sirius Black when he returns from the veil - b/c that's convenient for the story.
Arthur Weasley had always known there was something…wrong with the situation between Lucius Malfoy and Sirius Black. He'd never wanted to be a part of it because he needed to take care of his own family. As the first war had broken out, he was in charge of taking care of his wife and children. By the time the second war happened, he was busy fighting within his family and the world outside. It wasn't his responsibility. He was not Malfoy's minder, even if he had run across Malfoy and his antics quite a few times. The man was out to get Harry and it was Arthur's job to protect Harry. Sirius Black had been safe in Azkaban but when he was out also, Arthur needed to protect Harry more. Harry was like a son to him and he also knew his own son was in love with Harry. He needed to protect both Ron and Harry. It was his duty. His responsibility.
But after the war, he hadn't expected his son Ron to run away with Theodore Nott. It had been the biggest betrayal, more than what Percy had put Arthur through. But Percy was on the right path now, building on a relationship with Oliver, and making a name for himself. Arthur had always thought that his time - his retirement would come soon and he could relax at his village of Ottery St Catchpole - at his home at the Burrow. But Ron leaving England to go and live with Nott would tear his family apart. Or at least Arthur's marriage. Molly chose to leave with Ron and Theodore because she was obligated to take care of her son. Arthur wanted to tell Molly to leave Ron alone. He didn't need his mother. He needed to make his own decisions. They had fought so much after the war, after the Trials, and Arthur knew even she wanted Harry to have chosen Ron but Harry had given her a different betrayal.
With his own family breaking in different directions, Charlie always escaping to Romania, Bill and Fleur settling in to some French village, George heartbroken at the loss of his twin, and Molly leaving with Ron, Arthur did what he knew best. He went back to work. At least at work, he had Harry. Molly had made Arthur promise that he would keep an eye on Harry for his betrayal. Even though Arthur didn't think it was a true betrayal, both Harry and Ron chose to be with sons of Death Eaters, they were still boys who made decisions on their own accord. Arthur had made such a decision once. He'd had the opportunity to run away with a Death Eater but he'd chosen to marry Molly. Harry and Ron were doing what Arthur couldn't do himself. He watched as Lucius married Narcissa, as Sirius loved Remus but went to Azkaban for crimes he didn't commit - Arthur had stayed by Molly's side. But now, Molly was the one who had left him. She always cared about taking care of others more than she wanted to ever have the desire to take care of Arthur.
When the news came of Sirius's return, Arthur had been interrogating Lucius Malfoy. He was sat across from his charge, asking the same questions he'd asked tens of times before. Harry may have saved the Malfoy family in the Trials, because he was such a kind boy, it didn't mean the Malfoys were all that innocent. Arthur asked to be put in charge of Lucius Malfoy's case. He wanted to see the man as much as he could, get as much info as he could from him. He wanted to know all about the Dark artefacts Malfoy was hiding, had been hiding over the years, and the illegal trades he did in the name of his Dark Lord. He didn't care that Narcissa was fighting to get Lucius his freedom, Arthur had sent her away. Harry was with Draco now. They were always together, the gossip of the newspaper and if that bothered anyone, Arthur didn't let it be known it bothered him too. He said he supported the relationship because he never blamed the children. He had to say that If he didn't say it Molly would be cross because he had to support Ron's relationship with Nott. Arthur also knew that Lucius hated his son was with Harry. That they were pictured kissing at restaurants and bars, that they were living with Harry at Grimmauld Place, that the house of Black approved of Draco's presence in the home and with Harry. Lucius hated it and Arthur loved to exploit it. His plan was to provide enough hope that he was going to get out but never actually let Lucius out. Now that Arthur had no one left to take care of, he was going to take care of his own joy.
Everything changed when during his meeting Arthur was asked to leave his interrogation with Lucius for the news that Sirius Black was back. It seemed the veil only held him there for so long and Black had the determination to return to life rather than choose death.
With more news, came more problems. More responsibilities for Arthur.
The Ministry asked Arthur to be in charge of not only Lucius Malfoy but also Sirius Black. He was ordered to monitor the wizarding home where both of these men were going to live. They would be allowed scheduled visits from both Draco for Lucius and Harry for Sirius. Since the boys were a romantic couple, the Ministry thought it would be easy. Easy for all. Except for Arthur Weasley.
Arthur knew it was probably a bad idea to have both Malfoy and Black live under the same roof but he couldn't exactly tell the Ministry that he knew the men were lovers from a past life. It wasn't his place to know and if he said he did, he would be asked thousands of questions. How did he know? What did he know exactly? Did that mean Black was part of Voldemort's plan or did that make Harry also a threat to the Ministry? Harry wanted to protect Harry for Molly. But he also didn't want the men to know he knew about them. He didn't want the men to figure out that maybe a part of him was jealous. They had managed to give into their desires and even if … for one night… a very long time ago Arthur had allowed Lucius … it didn't mean anything. There were feelings he wasn't willing to tinker with. There were rules he wasn't willing to break.
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It went on for a while. Harry and Draco were now twenty. They wanted to travel. Harry didn't wish to finish his Auror programme and Draco no longer wished to run his father's artefacts business. They still visited the Ministry appointed home but never stayed long. Arthur was also still going, once a week, and it was somehow the worst day of his week but also the best day of his week. He had started to see the small changes in the men that maybe Harry and Draco missed. They slept in the same room. Naturally, the boys wouldn't know where the men slept because they didn't inspect the bedrooms. But Arthur did. He had to. He'd wanted to. He'd wanted to find evidence, hold it against them, and benefit from the situation. But in the end, Arthur knew there was no benefit. Everyone was moving on, finding better jobs, discovering a new passion - and he was there - alone jealous over a relationship from twenty years ago. Mortified of his feelings, yet not being able to vocalise them. Lucius was older than Sirius by half a dozen years, he'd seduced the young boy with his good looks, Arthur would know, Lucius did the same to him but Arthur hadn't been young. He knew what he was doing with Lucius. Sirius on the other hand must have been curious about the man his cousin was courting.
Now he was back there. Knowing what was happening but he couldn't say because it was twenty years later. Sirius was no longer sixteen. Arthur was no longer mesmerised by the youth and beauty of Lucius but with something else entirely. He didn't know how Sirius could allow it. Arthur couldn't understand how Sirius would be willing to have sex with this man who was part of a massive devastation to the wizarding world. He didn't know why he didn't simply ask for a reassignment or quit and go be with Molly. But he kept returning, every week like clockwork. Week after week. Month after month. And now, when months had turned into a year and more.
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It was a day like any other day. Like any other week Arthur had been at the Ministry appointed home for Sirius Black and Lucius Malfoy. Sirius had had the option of moving out since Arthur had cleared him of any offence or misconduct but Sirius had chosen to stay. He'd stated that his home at Grimmauld Place never felt like home and he'd spent more time at Azkaban than anywhere else so living with an ex-Death Eater and keeping his tabs on him was a better option. So on this day, which was like any other day, like any day of the week Arthur had been there, he'd felt the shift as soon as he'd arrived. He'd done his routine questions, the inspection of the property, and instead of leaving - he'd been invited to stay for dinner.
Arthur chose to stay.
Sirius was still young. Still felt young. He was so eager. Eager to please, his mouth so hot and wanting. The man had nothing better to do. His friends were all dead, Arthur watched as Lucius observed them with a smirk and content in his eyes while Sirius was on his knees in front of Arthur. This wasn't … was this what he'd wanted? Was this what he'd been after all this time? To feel Lucius's eyes on him while Sirius gave him the gratification Arthur had witnessed so many times, so many years ago, on Lucius? Arthur was pushed back on the sofa, nearly naked while Sirius rode him. His eyes closed, his head tilted back, and his mouth slightly parted. Lucius only watched them for afar. Maybe he was waiting for Arthur to say something. Maybe he wanted Arthur to reach for Lucius, ask him to come and satisfy him too, but Arthur would do no such thing. He knew the games the other man played, and he wasn't going to let him win.
Week after week, things changed, and they remained the same. Arthur only visited on routine as he did his inspections periodically, and then he stayed a bit longer. Sirius always started it, and Sirius always finished it. Lucius only watched. Arthur was getting frustrated but he was determined to not let on. It wasn't his place to ask for it. He hadn't asked for any of this. It was Sirius who had initiated it while Arthur only continued and played along.
Arthur wasn't a fool though. For a month, he didn't conduct his visitations. He requested time off from the Ministry and decided to visit his family in various parts of the world. His sons were happy to see him, his daughter was delighted he could watch her at practise for the World Cup.
When he returned, he was surprised to find Sirius Black waiting for him at his house. Sirius was polite for the most part. He stayed for dinner, a night-cap, and a blow job. When he was leaving for the night, he requested to leave via the Floo rather than Apparition. Sirius's magical privileges were never revoked, he was free to do as he pleased in the wizarding world, so Arthur was surprised at the request but allowed it. As soon as the Floo roared, Sirius pulled at Arthur and they both were transported to the house Sirius shared with Lucius.
Lucius was sat by the fire, a drink in his hand, and the room extremely dark.
He looked annoyed at Sirius for a brief moment until he realised Sirius was holding Arthur more or less hostage. His arms were wrapped around Arthur's plump waist, his head was resting on Arthur's shoulder, and he laughed- his body vibrating against Arthur's. This had been Sirius' ploy. Arthur had no idea what Lucius thought about where Sirius had been, how long he'd been gone for, but he had not expected Sirius to return with Arthur. Arthur hadn't expected it either. He thought he was beating the Death Eater at his game, but it was Sirius, the sneaky dog who had planned something completely different. Sirius pushed Arthur and he stumbled forward, nearly falling when Lucius caught him. Lucius raised his eyebrow, almost as if challenging Arthur, and Arthur found his footing. He liked feeling Lucius's hands on him. He didn't wish for the man to let him go. He didn't. Not for a long time. Arthur's eyes landed on Lucius's mouth which was equally smirking and trembling with anticipation. Arthur had never had the Gryffindor bravado everyone spoke about. He had the courage, the willingness to do what was right, and stand up for what he believed in but he had never in his life plunged forward. Until tonight. Until this moment when he leaned in and grabbed Lucius's mouth. He bit Lucius's lower lip and sucked on it hard. He didn't know if he actually wanted to kiss Lucius ever before but he did then. Right then, thanks to Sirius Black, of all people, Arthur had Lucius Malfoy in his arms and he wanted to do unspeakable things to him.
Much to his surprise, Lucius didn't fight back. He mumbled something along the lines of Finally, got the courage did you? but the words were lost as Arthur pushed Lucius back on the sofa he'd been sitting on and had the man's legs wrapped around his waist. If anyone had ever told him that by the age of sixty, Arthur would still be lusting after the man who had made his entire career a nightmare, brought him nothing but pain and misery, and when he would finally have him, it would feel like triumph and the best sort of satisfaction … he would have told them that they were insane. There was a higher chance that Arthur would be accused of misusing Muggle artefacts than be fucking Lucius Malfoy at the his age, but that's what he was doing.
Sirius Apparated them to their bed while he rested on his side, watching Arthur take Lucius - a form of satisfaction on Sirius's face, Arthur couldn't describe.
Arthur woke up the next day, sore and naked. He had a blanket on him - it was soft and comfortable but he knew it wasn't his own. The bed he was on wasn't his, either. When he came more into consciousness of the day, he was alone. He wondered for a moment if the night before he'd dreamt it all or if after he'd fallen asleep the men had moved him to the guest room. He looked around the room, and from his notes of having visited the house hundreds of times now… he knew he was in the main bedroom. He heard the sound of a clicking door and then the en-suite bathroom door opened and Lucius walked out with nothing but a towel around his waist. He paused briefly as if in shock and looked down at Arthur. Maybe he didn't expect Arthur to be awake already or maybe he thought if Arthur woke up he would have Apparated home. He stood there for what felt like ages looking at Arthur and Arthur stared right back. He had no words. He had nothing to say. What could he say?
Arthur tried his luck. He shifted in the bed, turned to his side, and removed the blanket. Lucius took it as an invitation and settled himself on the bed next to Arthur =, pulling the blanket back on them. They stared at each other for a while and even then Arthur couldn't find the words. How had he obsessed over this man for ages and not have the words. His fingers touched Lucius's face, his lips, until Lucius took Arthur's finger in his mouth and started to suck on it. He sucked, long and hard, and Arthur was Hard again … wanting Lucius again. And again. He'd had his fun with Sirius but … that was okay and it was special and different. That was to get off. But with Lucius, his hair tangled in Arthur's fingers, his hips pressed against Arthur's was divine. This was the man he'd loved to hate for what felt like a hundred years… but also wanted to be his. And his only… for a one hundred years.
They moved together, slowly and deliberately. There was a moment when Arthur had realised that Sirius had come back into the room but neither he or Lucius had stopped. They kept moving together, Lucius took their erections in hand together and rode them into an orgasmic bliss Arthur hadn't felt for who knew how long. He'd had his fun with Molly when they were young but the passion he'd once felt - he'd never felt with Molly - seemed to be back. He looked at Sirius when they were done and Sirius didn't seem upset. He smiled down at the both of them and nodded once. He told them to get dressed and come downstairs for breakfast.
Arthur expected to leave after breakfast but he didn't. He stayed for lunch and dinner. Until it was time to call it a night, he took his leave. He had wondered if he needed to make an excuse to leave but it wasn't strange or uncomfortable. These were men he'd known for some time now. They were settled in their ways and he was settled in his. He wondered if he should have told them when he was going to return but he didn't.
He was back the week after for his inspection. He was greeted with Lucius alone in the house. Sirius had gone to visit Harry and Draco - expecting to be returning later in the evening. Arthur asked to stay the evening. Lucius seemed surprised at that. Maybe he expected Arthur to command his authority… but he still didn't know what they were doing. It was, of course, terrible, and against all the rules. If the Ministry found out, he'd be sacked. Maybe even sent to Azkaban. But Arthur had evidently stopped caring. About this at least. He'd wanted to fuck… fuck Lucius Malfoy. He'd wanted his cock in the man. He'd wanted Lucius to beg him … for him to stop. Beg him to keep going. Beg him with everything he had in him. Arthur had wanted Lucius to … wanted all from him. And finally he was getting his wishes fulfilled.
He was in no mood to stop.
If he continued to have his way, he'd have Lucius wear a plug when Arthur wasn't around.
THE END.