HP fic up for adoption
posted by: abstract_concept in fanfic_fanfic
Name: the_con_cept
Length of fragment: 326 words
Fandom: HP
Main characters and/or pairing(s): Lucius Malfoy/Harry Potter
Rating: NC-17
If you think you can do better (and chances are you can) go for it!
Other notes: I'd intended this fic either be a non-con or a perceived non-con in which Harry and Lucius was screwing over Voldemort, with your typical kinky sexy eater voyeurs scene if nothing else. If you want any clarifications, feel free to hit me up, I’m at tangled_feet@yahoo.com. Beyond that, it’s all yours baby.
A slap across his face left Harry’s cheek tingling. His scalp burned as his hair was pulled as he was guided to Lucius’ cock. Harry gagged, the hand on the back of his neck holding him there, relentlessly forcing him to take more.
Worst of all were the eyes. There were many eyes on him; some dark with avariciousness, like Snape’s, some contemptuous, like Draco’s, some barely taking him in at all, like Bellatrix’s, counting him unimportant whether he was sucking cock or fighting for his life.
They all watched as Harry shifted from one knee to the other, feeling incredibly vulnerable and exposed. It took all his will power to keep from trying to cover himself, but he knew Lucius would hit him again if he did. So instead of letting his hand slide down to attempt modesty, he let it creep up and tentatively probe the collar around his neck. He could feel the pulse of magic there, the magic in his body that the collar was currently absorbing and inhibiting.
To all the eyes around him, from Snape’s dark gaze to Voldemort’s undisguised gleam of victory, Harry must look utterly helpless, beyond all hope.
But those eyes weren’t the ones that bothered Harry the most. It was Lucius’ eyes, full of malicious laughter, that really made Harry angry.
A corner of Lucius’ mouth twitched as he thrust into Harry’s open, yielding mouth, forcing himself down Harry’s throat. Harry choked a little, feeling terror and humiliation wash over him, and Lucius pulled him off only to pause and thrust up into his mouth once more.
Harry noticed that no one was wondering how the man had broken free any longer, no one was questioning his escape from Azkaban and capture of Harry. No one was saying anything against Lucius at all.
Lucius lightly ran his knuckles along Harry’s cheek, brushing his hair back a little so that the voyeurs would have a better view.