amanuensis1 & srichard
Author: amanuensis1
Title: ...Is As Good As a Feast
Pairing: Harry/Lucius
Challenge: "I will find a center in you/I will chew it up and leave/I will work to elevate you/just enough to bring you down. - Tool, Sober
"Come for another round, Malfoy?" Harry pushed away from the bars, not bothering to meet Lucius's eyes.
"Actually, Potter, I've come to offer you a change of venue. Well, to be accurate, there's no offer involved. You're being moved."
"Where?"
"My chambers."
*****
"He's broken. Never puts up a fight. He's grown soft and he knows it--he's too fearful of being sent back to frigid dungeon cells and torture." Lucius leaned forward. "He's no threat any longer, my lord."
"Lucius." Voldemort smiled. "You plead so eloquently. Might you have become a bit used to having your plaything about? I suspect you would miss him if I do not decide in your favor."
"My favor is your favor. And yours alone, my lord."
"So long as you remember that, Lucius."
*****
"You've made me into someone I hate."
Lucius pushed into him, savoring not only the hiss of discomfort but also--especially--the way Potter's eyes never left his. "I've let you remain someone who can hate. Be grateful for that."
"I hate you--ah--as well. Are you grateful for that?"
"Unsurprised."
Hate was so much better than indifference. Lucius was content.
Author: Sophie Richard (srichard)
Title: A Dangerous Gambit
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 1991
"Come for another round, Malfoy?" Harry pushed away from the bars, not
bothering to meet Lucius's eyes.
"Actually, Potter, I've come to offer you a change of venue. Well, to be
accurate, there's no offer involved. You're being moved."
"Where?"
"My chambers."
*****
"Do you know," Lucius said, pressing a slippery finger to Harry's entrance, "why I prepare you so carefully every time?"
Harry gritted his teeth and didn't answer, just closed his eyes and focused on the stretching sensation. He tried not to moan as a second finger was introduced.
Lucius caught hold of the unruly black hair. "You will answer," he remarked, staring at the panting, tense boy.
"Because you're a pervert?" Harry's voice was very bitter.
"Your taunts," Lucius replied, letting Harry's head fall down, "grow dull, particularly as they never change." He thrust a third finger in abruptly, smiling at Harry's muted hiss. "I do it so that you stay tight," he explained in pleasant tones. "So that every time is like the first - never losing the savor of violation..."
"Bastard," Harry gasped, at a vicious thrust from the fingers.
"If this is so unpleasant," Lucius replied calmly, "I can always send you back to the dungeons. Or perhaps I should let the others play with you?"
Harry shuddered, but spoke bravely. "Just get on with it. You can save the threats for pillow talk."
Lucius' hand came down on Harry's neck, pushing the boy's head inexorably down into the pillows. He positioned himself behind Harry, slicking up his cock and pressing it to the relaxed entrance. "Getting almost too used to this," he murmured under his breath, then slammed himself inside Harry, hard. The little cry that Harry gave was intoxicating, and Lucius tightened his grip on Harry's neck, fingers like steel digging into soft flesh.
Harry clenched awkwardly against the painful intrusion, moaning and pressing his face into the pillow. "Broken already?" Lucius purred. "That will make things dull." He shifted his hand up to twist in Harry's hair, forcing him to look back over his shoulder. "Your cause is hopeless. You will never be rescued. You are mine."
Tears rose to Harry's eyes, and Lucius smiled at the sight. "Much better." He thrust again, painfully hard, then lowered one hand to stroke Harry's cock, making him arch and mewl in Lucius' tight grip.
Harry held out against the pleasure for a while, twisting and delaying as Lucius made sure every thrust hit the boy's sensitive prostate. "Don't..." Harry's voice was ragged and tormented.
"Come." Lucius hissed out the command as he pushed deep inside Harry, claiming every inch of him. "Come. Come in my hand." He squeezed Harry's cock painfully tight, hissing at the little scream that Harry gave.
It was too much. Harry spilled himself, sobbing, over Lucius' hand, then slumped down, only his hips remaining raised in Lucius' iron grip to take the punishing thrusts. Lucius trembled at the powerful clenching of Harry's arse, his head falling forward, a cascade of pale cornsilk over Harry's pale skin as he filled the boy with his seed.
Harry whimpered and tried to crawl away, feeling uncomfortable, but Lucius held him tightly until he got his breath back, then flung Harry from him roughly. "Enough. Such a good little whore."
Harry curled up tightly, used to the harsh evaluations after sex, by now. He pulled a pillow to his chest, and closed his eyes to dream, blood and death filling his mind, consuming him.
Lucius watched him, the childish posture and lines of anguish on Harry's face. And he smiled. It was enough to go on with.
*****
"He's broken. Never puts up a fight. He's grown soft and he knows it--he's
too fearful of being sent back to frigid dungeon cells and torture." Lucius
leaned forward. "He's no threat any longer, my lord."
"Lucius." Voldemort smiled. "You plead so eloquently. Might you have become
a bit used to having your plaything about? I suspect you would miss him if I
do not decide in your favor."
"My favor is your favor. And yours alone, my lord."
"So long as you remember that, Lucius."
Peter couldn't restrain himself any longer. "My lord, this is madness."
Voldemort sighed. "Wormtail, you have expressed your thoughts on this subject far too often for my patience."
"You have your one enemy here. The one creature who can bring about your downfall. My lord, forgive me if I say that I believe the sensible thing to do here is to kill him."
"Oh, I shall forgive you," Voldemort said lazily. "But I don't know if Lucius will. Are you jealous, Wormtail? Do you need a toy of your own?"
Wormtail sighed. "My lord, what I require is your gracious attention to my concerns. That boy is dangerous. He - he-"
"Oh, here it comes," Lucius smirked.
"He smiles at me!"
Voldemort cradled his head in one hand. "Not this again, Wormtail. We have been over this time and again. He does not smile at you. He denies smiling at you and I see no lie in his mind. Furthermore, none of us has ever seen him smile at you. This...delusion disturbs me."
Peter flushed angrily. "Is it delusion to think it just a little unnatural that soon after his arrival Bellatrix accidentally crucio'd herself to death? How the hell could she do that?"
Lucius sighed. "As I have informed you time and again, rat, Harry was with me during the entire night in question, curled up in bed," a little smile crossed his face, "recovering."
"So will you kindly," Voldemort said sharply, "keep your deluded suspicions to yourself, Wormtail."
And Wormtail did, chiefly for the reason that he was too busy being chased from the room by Nagini, who was snapping at his heels, to voice any others.
*****
"Ron!" Harry screamed raggedly. "Don't leave me here!"
Ron's face was stoic as he moved back from the fortress, covering Hermione as she too retreated. "I'll come back," he shouted, in between casting hexes at the Death Eaters to cover their retreat.
"Ron!" Harry sank down onto his knees on the balcony, his eyes fixed on the receding figures as they became little more than specks.
"So." The cold voice came from behind and above Harry, and he didn't have to turn his head to know who it was. "Every hope failed. Your rescuers driven out like dogs."
Harry, his head sinking down to rest on the cool marble, had no response.
*****
Lucius sat down heavily on the edge of the bed. "Walden Macnair is dead." As soon as the words left his mouth, Lucius regretted them. Potter was hardly the nice little wife that he could confide his troubles to at the end of the day. He had a wife for that, safely at home, whenever he cared to visit her.
Harry, at a sharp look from Lucius, knelt down at his feet and began tugging off his boots. He kept his eyes focused on his task. "What happened?"
"He slipped while he was cleaning his axe." Lucius began rubbing his eyes wearily. "I can't understand it...Death Eaters becoming so careless."
Harry didn't say anything, but Lucius caught him by the back of the head anyway, wrenching his head up. "If I thought you had anything to do with this..." He let the threat hang unspoken. Anyway, there was little more that he could do to Potter and still leave him fit for service.
"How could I?" Harry asked in a low voice. "I never leave your rooms without you."
"No," Lucius said, sighing. "You don't." He stood up. "All the same, I think you might be a little too pleased about this turn of events. Thinking it might give you an advantage?"
"N-no," Harry stammered. "No."
"But I do think an object lesson might be quite beneficial," Lucius said with a smile. "Clothes off and over the end of the bed."
Harry shuddered, but obeyed, pulling off the thin robes Lucius had given him and climbing awkwardly so that his full weight rested on the top of the footboard, the hard wood digging into his narrow hips.
Lucius gave a little sigh of pleasure at the sight, and moved to the armoire, taking out the soft, supple flogger. He moved to stand behind Harry, running one hand over the smooth skin, faintly marked with bruises here and there. "So pale and colorless. That must be corrected." He brought the flogger down for a stinging blow.
Harry yelped a little, his hands fisting at the burn of it. Lucius watched his reaction carefully. "Do you want to go back to the dungeons, Harry?"
"No," Harry ground out, from behind clenched teeth.
"Then what do you say?"
"Can't..."
Lucius brought the flogger down again, harder, on Harry's thighs, before spreading them with a rough hand, exposing more tender flesh. "What do you say, Harry?"
"Won't..." Harry was biting his lip hard.
The flogger came down hard on Harry's sensitive inner thighs.
Harry's head jerked at the burning sting. "Thank you, master, for correcting me," he gabbled.
Lucius smoothed a hand over the heated flesh. "Good."
*****
"You've made me into someone I hate."
Lucius pushed into him, savoring not only the hiss of discomfort but
also--especially--the way Potter's eyes never left his. "I've let you remain
someone who can hate. Be grateful for that."
"I hate you--ah--as well. Are you grateful for that?"
"Unsurprised."
Afterwards, Harry curled up again with the pillow clutched tightly to his chest. His eyes glazed over as his hands worked inside the soft stuffing, finding the treasure trove there. He sought out the correct figure by touch, and his lips moved faintly, as if in sleep, while his fingernails dug into the waxen figure.
Lucius, looking over at him, was almost moved to pity by the look of pain and concentration on the boy's face. Almost.
*****
Albus looked down the table at the assembled members of the Order. "Very well. Severus, what have you to report?"
"Mulciber apparently accidentally walked off a cliff last night," Severus said, then added, grudgingly, "Potter's efforts seem to be effective, despite their primitive nature."
"It's so vulgar," Draco burst out. "Voodoo indeed. A nice Killing Curse is clean and elegant, but that stuff..." He broke off at a stern look from Severus.
"And how is Harry himself?" Albus continued, ignoring Draco.
Severus rolled his eyes. "Apart from an occasional spot of Gryffindor self-loathing for the role he is forced to play, quite well indeed."
"That can't be true," Minerva said, irritably. "For heaven's sake, being forced to publicly service Malfoy, and - and being beaten! Albus, I don't know how you could allow this."
Albus patted her hand. "Minerva, you know this was Harry's decision. After Severus gained knowledge of Lucius'...rather startling desires, Harry was determined to take this advantage."
"Never seen a boy so eager t'be captured," Hagrid spoke up unexpectedly.
"Trust me," Draco muttered, "The Boy Who Lived To Be Shagged By My Father During Afternoon Tea is not suffering." He shuddered, and was reassured by Severus' hand tightly clasping his knee under the table.
Ron shook his head. "I hate to say it," he said with a hard look, "but Malfoy's right. For Merlin's sake, he winked at me during that last 'rescue attempt.'"
Albus nodded. "How long will it be before Harry has the chance to get what he truly needs?"
Severus smirked. "Judging from the glazed look on the Dark Lord's face during their last...exhibition, I should say not long at all. He has begun being rather sharp with Lucius about not being too possessive over his pet."
"And then," Albus said comfortably, addressing Minerva, "this will all be over."
Minerva sniffed. "It's indecent," she said sharply. And as to that, no one dared argue. On balance, though, no one could seem to mind very much either.
Title: ...Is As Good As a Feast
Pairing: Harry/Lucius
Challenge: "I will find a center in you/I will chew it up and leave/I will work to elevate you/just enough to bring you down. - Tool, Sober
"Come for another round, Malfoy?" Harry pushed away from the bars, not bothering to meet Lucius's eyes.
"Actually, Potter, I've come to offer you a change of venue. Well, to be accurate, there's no offer involved. You're being moved."
"Where?"
"My chambers."
*****
"He's broken. Never puts up a fight. He's grown soft and he knows it--he's too fearful of being sent back to frigid dungeon cells and torture." Lucius leaned forward. "He's no threat any longer, my lord."
"Lucius." Voldemort smiled. "You plead so eloquently. Might you have become a bit used to having your plaything about? I suspect you would miss him if I do not decide in your favor."
"My favor is your favor. And yours alone, my lord."
"So long as you remember that, Lucius."
*****
"You've made me into someone I hate."
Lucius pushed into him, savoring not only the hiss of discomfort but also--especially--the way Potter's eyes never left his. "I've let you remain someone who can hate. Be grateful for that."
"I hate you--ah--as well. Are you grateful for that?"
"Unsurprised."
Hate was so much better than indifference. Lucius was content.
Author: Sophie Richard (srichard)
Title: A Dangerous Gambit
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 1991
"Come for another round, Malfoy?" Harry pushed away from the bars, not
bothering to meet Lucius's eyes.
"Actually, Potter, I've come to offer you a change of venue. Well, to be
accurate, there's no offer involved. You're being moved."
"Where?"
"My chambers."
*****
"Do you know," Lucius said, pressing a slippery finger to Harry's entrance, "why I prepare you so carefully every time?"
Harry gritted his teeth and didn't answer, just closed his eyes and focused on the stretching sensation. He tried not to moan as a second finger was introduced.
Lucius caught hold of the unruly black hair. "You will answer," he remarked, staring at the panting, tense boy.
"Because you're a pervert?" Harry's voice was very bitter.
"Your taunts," Lucius replied, letting Harry's head fall down, "grow dull, particularly as they never change." He thrust a third finger in abruptly, smiling at Harry's muted hiss. "I do it so that you stay tight," he explained in pleasant tones. "So that every time is like the first - never losing the savor of violation..."
"Bastard," Harry gasped, at a vicious thrust from the fingers.
"If this is so unpleasant," Lucius replied calmly, "I can always send you back to the dungeons. Or perhaps I should let the others play with you?"
Harry shuddered, but spoke bravely. "Just get on with it. You can save the threats for pillow talk."
Lucius' hand came down on Harry's neck, pushing the boy's head inexorably down into the pillows. He positioned himself behind Harry, slicking up his cock and pressing it to the relaxed entrance. "Getting almost too used to this," he murmured under his breath, then slammed himself inside Harry, hard. The little cry that Harry gave was intoxicating, and Lucius tightened his grip on Harry's neck, fingers like steel digging into soft flesh.
Harry clenched awkwardly against the painful intrusion, moaning and pressing his face into the pillow. "Broken already?" Lucius purred. "That will make things dull." He shifted his hand up to twist in Harry's hair, forcing him to look back over his shoulder. "Your cause is hopeless. You will never be rescued. You are mine."
Tears rose to Harry's eyes, and Lucius smiled at the sight. "Much better." He thrust again, painfully hard, then lowered one hand to stroke Harry's cock, making him arch and mewl in Lucius' tight grip.
Harry held out against the pleasure for a while, twisting and delaying as Lucius made sure every thrust hit the boy's sensitive prostate. "Don't..." Harry's voice was ragged and tormented.
"Come." Lucius hissed out the command as he pushed deep inside Harry, claiming every inch of him. "Come. Come in my hand." He squeezed Harry's cock painfully tight, hissing at the little scream that Harry gave.
It was too much. Harry spilled himself, sobbing, over Lucius' hand, then slumped down, only his hips remaining raised in Lucius' iron grip to take the punishing thrusts. Lucius trembled at the powerful clenching of Harry's arse, his head falling forward, a cascade of pale cornsilk over Harry's pale skin as he filled the boy with his seed.
Harry whimpered and tried to crawl away, feeling uncomfortable, but Lucius held him tightly until he got his breath back, then flung Harry from him roughly. "Enough. Such a good little whore."
Harry curled up tightly, used to the harsh evaluations after sex, by now. He pulled a pillow to his chest, and closed his eyes to dream, blood and death filling his mind, consuming him.
Lucius watched him, the childish posture and lines of anguish on Harry's face. And he smiled. It was enough to go on with.
*****
"He's broken. Never puts up a fight. He's grown soft and he knows it--he's
too fearful of being sent back to frigid dungeon cells and torture." Lucius
leaned forward. "He's no threat any longer, my lord."
"Lucius." Voldemort smiled. "You plead so eloquently. Might you have become
a bit used to having your plaything about? I suspect you would miss him if I
do not decide in your favor."
"My favor is your favor. And yours alone, my lord."
"So long as you remember that, Lucius."
Peter couldn't restrain himself any longer. "My lord, this is madness."
Voldemort sighed. "Wormtail, you have expressed your thoughts on this subject far too often for my patience."
"You have your one enemy here. The one creature who can bring about your downfall. My lord, forgive me if I say that I believe the sensible thing to do here is to kill him."
"Oh, I shall forgive you," Voldemort said lazily. "But I don't know if Lucius will. Are you jealous, Wormtail? Do you need a toy of your own?"
Wormtail sighed. "My lord, what I require is your gracious attention to my concerns. That boy is dangerous. He - he-"
"Oh, here it comes," Lucius smirked.
"He smiles at me!"
Voldemort cradled his head in one hand. "Not this again, Wormtail. We have been over this time and again. He does not smile at you. He denies smiling at you and I see no lie in his mind. Furthermore, none of us has ever seen him smile at you. This...delusion disturbs me."
Peter flushed angrily. "Is it delusion to think it just a little unnatural that soon after his arrival Bellatrix accidentally crucio'd herself to death? How the hell could she do that?"
Lucius sighed. "As I have informed you time and again, rat, Harry was with me during the entire night in question, curled up in bed," a little smile crossed his face, "recovering."
"So will you kindly," Voldemort said sharply, "keep your deluded suspicions to yourself, Wormtail."
And Wormtail did, chiefly for the reason that he was too busy being chased from the room by Nagini, who was snapping at his heels, to voice any others.
*****
"Ron!" Harry screamed raggedly. "Don't leave me here!"
Ron's face was stoic as he moved back from the fortress, covering Hermione as she too retreated. "I'll come back," he shouted, in between casting hexes at the Death Eaters to cover their retreat.
"Ron!" Harry sank down onto his knees on the balcony, his eyes fixed on the receding figures as they became little more than specks.
"So." The cold voice came from behind and above Harry, and he didn't have to turn his head to know who it was. "Every hope failed. Your rescuers driven out like dogs."
Harry, his head sinking down to rest on the cool marble, had no response.
*****
Lucius sat down heavily on the edge of the bed. "Walden Macnair is dead." As soon as the words left his mouth, Lucius regretted them. Potter was hardly the nice little wife that he could confide his troubles to at the end of the day. He had a wife for that, safely at home, whenever he cared to visit her.
Harry, at a sharp look from Lucius, knelt down at his feet and began tugging off his boots. He kept his eyes focused on his task. "What happened?"
"He slipped while he was cleaning his axe." Lucius began rubbing his eyes wearily. "I can't understand it...Death Eaters becoming so careless."
Harry didn't say anything, but Lucius caught him by the back of the head anyway, wrenching his head up. "If I thought you had anything to do with this..." He let the threat hang unspoken. Anyway, there was little more that he could do to Potter and still leave him fit for service.
"How could I?" Harry asked in a low voice. "I never leave your rooms without you."
"No," Lucius said, sighing. "You don't." He stood up. "All the same, I think you might be a little too pleased about this turn of events. Thinking it might give you an advantage?"
"N-no," Harry stammered. "No."
"But I do think an object lesson might be quite beneficial," Lucius said with a smile. "Clothes off and over the end of the bed."
Harry shuddered, but obeyed, pulling off the thin robes Lucius had given him and climbing awkwardly so that his full weight rested on the top of the footboard, the hard wood digging into his narrow hips.
Lucius gave a little sigh of pleasure at the sight, and moved to the armoire, taking out the soft, supple flogger. He moved to stand behind Harry, running one hand over the smooth skin, faintly marked with bruises here and there. "So pale and colorless. That must be corrected." He brought the flogger down for a stinging blow.
Harry yelped a little, his hands fisting at the burn of it. Lucius watched his reaction carefully. "Do you want to go back to the dungeons, Harry?"
"No," Harry ground out, from behind clenched teeth.
"Then what do you say?"
"Can't..."
Lucius brought the flogger down again, harder, on Harry's thighs, before spreading them with a rough hand, exposing more tender flesh. "What do you say, Harry?"
"Won't..." Harry was biting his lip hard.
The flogger came down hard on Harry's sensitive inner thighs.
Harry's head jerked at the burning sting. "Thank you, master, for correcting me," he gabbled.
Lucius smoothed a hand over the heated flesh. "Good."
*****
"You've made me into someone I hate."
Lucius pushed into him, savoring not only the hiss of discomfort but
also--especially--the way Potter's eyes never left his. "I've let you remain
someone who can hate. Be grateful for that."
"I hate you--ah--as well. Are you grateful for that?"
"Unsurprised."
Afterwards, Harry curled up again with the pillow clutched tightly to his chest. His eyes glazed over as his hands worked inside the soft stuffing, finding the treasure trove there. He sought out the correct figure by touch, and his lips moved faintly, as if in sleep, while his fingernails dug into the waxen figure.
Lucius, looking over at him, was almost moved to pity by the look of pain and concentration on the boy's face. Almost.
*****
Albus looked down the table at the assembled members of the Order. "Very well. Severus, what have you to report?"
"Mulciber apparently accidentally walked off a cliff last night," Severus said, then added, grudgingly, "Potter's efforts seem to be effective, despite their primitive nature."
"It's so vulgar," Draco burst out. "Voodoo indeed. A nice Killing Curse is clean and elegant, but that stuff..." He broke off at a stern look from Severus.
"And how is Harry himself?" Albus continued, ignoring Draco.
Severus rolled his eyes. "Apart from an occasional spot of Gryffindor self-loathing for the role he is forced to play, quite well indeed."
"That can't be true," Minerva said, irritably. "For heaven's sake, being forced to publicly service Malfoy, and - and being beaten! Albus, I don't know how you could allow this."
Albus patted her hand. "Minerva, you know this was Harry's decision. After Severus gained knowledge of Lucius'...rather startling desires, Harry was determined to take this advantage."
"Never seen a boy so eager t'be captured," Hagrid spoke up unexpectedly.
"Trust me," Draco muttered, "The Boy Who Lived To Be Shagged By My Father During Afternoon Tea is not suffering." He shuddered, and was reassured by Severus' hand tightly clasping his knee under the table.
Ron shook his head. "I hate to say it," he said with a hard look, "but Malfoy's right. For Merlin's sake, he winked at me during that last 'rescue attempt.'"
Albus nodded. "How long will it be before Harry has the chance to get what he truly needs?"
Severus smirked. "Judging from the glazed look on the Dark Lord's face during their last...exhibition, I should say not long at all. He has begun being rather sharp with Lucius about not being too possessive over his pet."
"And then," Albus said comfortably, addressing Minerva, "this will all be over."
Minerva sniffed. "It's indecent," she said sharply. And as to that, no one dared argue. On balance, though, no one could seem to mind very much either.