Predator and Prey
Title: Predator and Prey
Rating:hard R
Pairing:Lucius Malfoy/Kingsley Shacklebolt, Lucius/Narcissa
Summary:Shacklebolt needs Lucius's help. That help comes with a price.
Warnings:slash, het, images of blood play and bondage, dubcon,
Prompt: A single red rose, the colour yellow and the sound of Draco complaining from luciusfqf. Also aroused from my 25prompts table.
Notes:No actual sex, oddly enough. Big thanks to stonegrad for the beta.
Word Count:1540
Lucius smirked. He loved the chase, and this prey was proving to be most stimulating. He wiped the blood from his mouth. Kingsley was a fighter, that was certain.
"How dare you, Malfoy!"
"How dare I what? You're the one who started this, Shacklebolt, not me."
"I never did."
Lucius walked over to Kingsley, grabbed the back of his head, and pulled him into a rough kiss. Kingsley pushed him away, ripping his shirt open in the process, and then punched him again. Lucius smirked even as he staggered backwards.
"I haven't hit you once. You're the one resorting to violence. If you want to leave, the door's right there."
Kingsley looked from Lucius to the door and back again. He could taste Lucius's blood in his mouth and it was oddly appealing. Lucius was oddly appealing. Why was he not heading towards the door? Lucius had kissed him twice now, and he was still here. And why was he thinking of him as Lucius?
'Goddamn it, that's Malfoy, a Death Eater, bigot, and all-around slime ball! I am not attracted to him, and I am not going to start calling him by first name. It's Malfoy, lord of the scum. Get hold of yourself.'
"Well, Shacklebolt? Leaving or not?"
'Damn him, he's smirking. Merlin, I need to stop thinking with my cock. All he wants is to use me, I know that! So why can't I convince myself to leave? And now I'm going to need a reason for why I'm still here. Damn it all to hell.'
"We've not finished our discussion. Are you planning to support a pay raise for the Aurors or not?"
Lucius looked at Shacklebolt. He was standing straight and tall, but there was panic in his eyes, panic he couldn't quite keep from his voice. His hands were clutching his robes, probably in a failed effort to keep them from trembling. Lucius smiled, slowly, predatorily.
"Well, you've yet to persuade me."
"I'm certainly not going to persuade you like that!"
"It won't pass without my support, Shacklebolt, you know that. And if you were so offended by my suggestion, you'd have stalked out that door by now. Your mouth is lying, but your body is not. You're interested, you just can't bring yourself to admit it."
"Fuck you."
"That's just not going to work, I'm afraid."
Lucius moved closer to Shacklebolt, and leaned in.
Shacklebolt could feel that long hair trailing over his neck as Lucius placed his lips next to his ear.
"I'd much rather fuck you," he whispered, running a hand over Kingsley's scalp. Kingsley shivered in spite of himself. There was no denying that certain traitorous parts of him were very interested in Malfoy's offer. He cast about wildly, trying to find something to distract himself, or Malfoy. There was a red rose sitting in a vase on Malfoy's desk. A certain part of his brain immediately offered up images of a naked Malfoy bound with chains of red roses, their thorns cutting into his white flesh and releasing rivulets of blood. He shook his head. That image should really not be so appealing. He desperately tried to think of something to say. Narcissa had something to do with roses, didn't she? That could work, remind him of his wife.
"Did your wife give you that rose?"
"It comes from her rose garden. She prefers the yellow-pink roses, but there is something very poetic about a single red rose."
"Especially on a white background."
It took Kingsley a moment to realize what he had just said. Damn Malfoy! And the man was smiling like he could read his mind and see the images his brain was coming up with. He wasn't even sure it was possible to make bonds of roses. Merlin's balls, he had to think of something less appealing! He resorted to his normal image to get rid of arousal, Fudge buggering Snape. Damn, it wasn't working. That image of a red rose-bound Malfoy, smirking, just would not be banished.
"Shacklebolt, are you listening?"
"Yes."
"Good, I'll give you two days to think about it. You know what I want, and what it will get you. Now, if you don't mind, I have other things to do. Good day, and close the door behind you."
Kingsley took a moment to gather himself. Lucius smirked as he attempted to stalk out as though he were mortally offended by the very suggestion of sex. Men who were mortally offended did not walk like that. That was the walk of an aroused man. Sooner or later, he'd capitulate to his desires, and then he would have him. He glanced over at the grandfather clock in the corner of his office. It was almost time for tea, and he should head home. Lucius glanced down at himself. What a mess. He should straighten himself out, and then go home.
He tried for a moment to refasten his shirt, then gave it up as hopeless. He certainly couldn't leave the office and head down to the floos looking like this. It was definitely a day to use the Portkey to get back
Narcissa was sitting in the solar when Lucius walked by. She noted his rumpled and bruised state and smiled. He'd obviously had some fun.
"Lucius?"
"Dearest, did you want something?"
"Come here, please."
Lucius walked into the solar and up to Narcissa's chair. She stood as he approached, and then kissed him. He put his arms around her waist and pulled her closer, almost, but not quite painfully hard. He was in a mood, the best kind as far as she was concerned. He finally broke the kiss, and she looked at him.
"I take it the hunt is going well?"
"Of course, dearest. He'll give in, just a matter of time."
"Good. Now, let's take this somewhere else."
Lucius swept her up into his arms, and walked into the hall.
"Any place in particular? Or is it gentlemen's choice today?"
"We haven't used the dining room in a while. And you need to see the new paint, to see if you like it or not."
Lucius carried her into the dining room. The large mahogany table was currently empty except for candelabra. He deposited her on the edge of it, and looked at the walls.
"I'm not sure the color yellow is right for this room, but I wanted your opinion."
"It's a bit cheerful for this room. Maybe a blue?"
"Maybe."
She pulled him by his hair down into another kiss. One of his hands slipped up her leg, hiking up her skirt.
"Oh my god, I think I've gone blind!"
The complaint distracted them both. Lucius looked behind him. Draco was standing in the doorway, looking horrified.
"We eat on that, and you're going to... ugh, I don't even want to contemplate it. Parents are not supposed to do that sort of thing, or if they do, it should be done decently, in private so that their children will never find out about it. I'm never going to be able to get that image out of my head. I think I'm going to be sick."
"Draco, one of these days you'll be wanting to do the exact same thing. Now, go find something else to do. We're busy, and I have no intention of letting your father stop what he's up to."
Lucius growled in assent, and waved a hand behind him. The door slammed shut.
"Ow! That hurt."
Draco rubbed his nose ruefully, staring at the door. He then kicked it a couple of times. Stupid parents. He was never going to be able to eat at that table again. And oh Merlin, now they were making noises. Ew! He decided that now was a good time to be at the other end of the house. Or the other end of the continent. He'd heard Japan was nice this time of year. And running away would certainly teach them a lesson. He walked up to his room to pack.
"He's going to run away again."
"We'll worry about that later, 'Cissa."
"I should ..."
Lucius was suddenly holding her down.
"You're not going anywhere," he growled. "I'm not done yet and neither are you."
He ripped open the bodice of her dress. She raked her nails down his back, and he arched back into the touch. A bit of pain always added spice to things.
"Let me up, Lucius. We can finish this later."
A growl was her only answer.
"Lucius, parenting first, wild sex second. Now let me go, or there won't be any wild sex at all. I'm not your prey, I am your equal."
Lucius sighed.
"Fuck."
"Later. I promise."
Lucius reluctantly let go of 'Cissa. Her smile promised many delights to come but he wanted delights now, damn it! She was right though. Draco was probably already packing. And he certainly wasn't going to get anything if he did run away.
"I'll put on a clean shirt and go talk to him."
"Thank you, Lucius."
He sighed and walked out of the room, completely missing the smile that appeared upon Narcissa's face. That was probably for the best.
Narcissa covered herself as best she could and left the room. It was time to head up to the bedroom and get ready to show Lucius once again that, while he might prefer to consider his sexual partners as his quarry, she was just as much a predator as he was. And this afternoon, he was going to be her prey.
Rating:hard R
Pairing:Lucius Malfoy/Kingsley Shacklebolt, Lucius/Narcissa
Summary:Shacklebolt needs Lucius's help. That help comes with a price.
Warnings:slash, het, images of blood play and bondage, dubcon,
Prompt: A single red rose, the colour yellow and the sound of Draco complaining from luciusfqf. Also aroused from my 25prompts table.
Notes:No actual sex, oddly enough. Big thanks to stonegrad for the beta.
Word Count:1540
Lucius smirked. He loved the chase, and this prey was proving to be most stimulating. He wiped the blood from his mouth. Kingsley was a fighter, that was certain.
"How dare you, Malfoy!"
"How dare I what? You're the one who started this, Shacklebolt, not me."
"I never did."
Lucius walked over to Kingsley, grabbed the back of his head, and pulled him into a rough kiss. Kingsley pushed him away, ripping his shirt open in the process, and then punched him again. Lucius smirked even as he staggered backwards.
"I haven't hit you once. You're the one resorting to violence. If you want to leave, the door's right there."
Kingsley looked from Lucius to the door and back again. He could taste Lucius's blood in his mouth and it was oddly appealing. Lucius was oddly appealing. Why was he not heading towards the door? Lucius had kissed him twice now, and he was still here. And why was he thinking of him as Lucius?
'Goddamn it, that's Malfoy, a Death Eater, bigot, and all-around slime ball! I am not attracted to him, and I am not going to start calling him by first name. It's Malfoy, lord of the scum. Get hold of yourself.'
"Well, Shacklebolt? Leaving or not?"
'Damn him, he's smirking. Merlin, I need to stop thinking with my cock. All he wants is to use me, I know that! So why can't I convince myself to leave? And now I'm going to need a reason for why I'm still here. Damn it all to hell.'
"We've not finished our discussion. Are you planning to support a pay raise for the Aurors or not?"
Lucius looked at Shacklebolt. He was standing straight and tall, but there was panic in his eyes, panic he couldn't quite keep from his voice. His hands were clutching his robes, probably in a failed effort to keep them from trembling. Lucius smiled, slowly, predatorily.
"Well, you've yet to persuade me."
"I'm certainly not going to persuade you like that!"
"It won't pass without my support, Shacklebolt, you know that. And if you were so offended by my suggestion, you'd have stalked out that door by now. Your mouth is lying, but your body is not. You're interested, you just can't bring yourself to admit it."
"Fuck you."
"That's just not going to work, I'm afraid."
Lucius moved closer to Shacklebolt, and leaned in.
Shacklebolt could feel that long hair trailing over his neck as Lucius placed his lips next to his ear.
"I'd much rather fuck you," he whispered, running a hand over Kingsley's scalp. Kingsley shivered in spite of himself. There was no denying that certain traitorous parts of him were very interested in Malfoy's offer. He cast about wildly, trying to find something to distract himself, or Malfoy. There was a red rose sitting in a vase on Malfoy's desk. A certain part of his brain immediately offered up images of a naked Malfoy bound with chains of red roses, their thorns cutting into his white flesh and releasing rivulets of blood. He shook his head. That image should really not be so appealing. He desperately tried to think of something to say. Narcissa had something to do with roses, didn't she? That could work, remind him of his wife.
"Did your wife give you that rose?"
"It comes from her rose garden. She prefers the yellow-pink roses, but there is something very poetic about a single red rose."
"Especially on a white background."
It took Kingsley a moment to realize what he had just said. Damn Malfoy! And the man was smiling like he could read his mind and see the images his brain was coming up with. He wasn't even sure it was possible to make bonds of roses. Merlin's balls, he had to think of something less appealing! He resorted to his normal image to get rid of arousal, Fudge buggering Snape. Damn, it wasn't working. That image of a red rose-bound Malfoy, smirking, just would not be banished.
"Shacklebolt, are you listening?"
"Yes."
"Good, I'll give you two days to think about it. You know what I want, and what it will get you. Now, if you don't mind, I have other things to do. Good day, and close the door behind you."
Kingsley took a moment to gather himself. Lucius smirked as he attempted to stalk out as though he were mortally offended by the very suggestion of sex. Men who were mortally offended did not walk like that. That was the walk of an aroused man. Sooner or later, he'd capitulate to his desires, and then he would have him. He glanced over at the grandfather clock in the corner of his office. It was almost time for tea, and he should head home. Lucius glanced down at himself. What a mess. He should straighten himself out, and then go home.
He tried for a moment to refasten his shirt, then gave it up as hopeless. He certainly couldn't leave the office and head down to the floos looking like this. It was definitely a day to use the Portkey to get back
Narcissa was sitting in the solar when Lucius walked by. She noted his rumpled and bruised state and smiled. He'd obviously had some fun.
"Lucius?"
"Dearest, did you want something?"
"Come here, please."
Lucius walked into the solar and up to Narcissa's chair. She stood as he approached, and then kissed him. He put his arms around her waist and pulled her closer, almost, but not quite painfully hard. He was in a mood, the best kind as far as she was concerned. He finally broke the kiss, and she looked at him.
"I take it the hunt is going well?"
"Of course, dearest. He'll give in, just a matter of time."
"Good. Now, let's take this somewhere else."
Lucius swept her up into his arms, and walked into the hall.
"Any place in particular? Or is it gentlemen's choice today?"
"We haven't used the dining room in a while. And you need to see the new paint, to see if you like it or not."
Lucius carried her into the dining room. The large mahogany table was currently empty except for candelabra. He deposited her on the edge of it, and looked at the walls.
"I'm not sure the color yellow is right for this room, but I wanted your opinion."
"It's a bit cheerful for this room. Maybe a blue?"
"Maybe."
She pulled him by his hair down into another kiss. One of his hands slipped up her leg, hiking up her skirt.
"Oh my god, I think I've gone blind!"
The complaint distracted them both. Lucius looked behind him. Draco was standing in the doorway, looking horrified.
"We eat on that, and you're going to... ugh, I don't even want to contemplate it. Parents are not supposed to do that sort of thing, or if they do, it should be done decently, in private so that their children will never find out about it. I'm never going to be able to get that image out of my head. I think I'm going to be sick."
"Draco, one of these days you'll be wanting to do the exact same thing. Now, go find something else to do. We're busy, and I have no intention of letting your father stop what he's up to."
Lucius growled in assent, and waved a hand behind him. The door slammed shut.
"Ow! That hurt."
Draco rubbed his nose ruefully, staring at the door. He then kicked it a couple of times. Stupid parents. He was never going to be able to eat at that table again. And oh Merlin, now they were making noises. Ew! He decided that now was a good time to be at the other end of the house. Or the other end of the continent. He'd heard Japan was nice this time of year. And running away would certainly teach them a lesson. He walked up to his room to pack.
"He's going to run away again."
"We'll worry about that later, 'Cissa."
"I should ..."
Lucius was suddenly holding her down.
"You're not going anywhere," he growled. "I'm not done yet and neither are you."
He ripped open the bodice of her dress. She raked her nails down his back, and he arched back into the touch. A bit of pain always added spice to things.
"Let me up, Lucius. We can finish this later."
A growl was her only answer.
"Lucius, parenting first, wild sex second. Now let me go, or there won't be any wild sex at all. I'm not your prey, I am your equal."
Lucius sighed.
"Fuck."
"Later. I promise."
Lucius reluctantly let go of 'Cissa. Her smile promised many delights to come but he wanted delights now, damn it! She was right though. Draco was probably already packing. And he certainly wasn't going to get anything if he did run away.
"I'll put on a clean shirt and go talk to him."
"Thank you, Lucius."
He sighed and walked out of the room, completely missing the smile that appeared upon Narcissa's face. That was probably for the best.
Narcissa covered herself as best she could and left the room. It was time to head up to the bedroom and get ready to show Lucius once again that, while he might prefer to consider his sexual partners as his quarry, she was just as much a predator as he was. And this afternoon, he was going to be her prey.