Sirius Black Fest 2017: "Burying the Bone"
Title: Burying the Bone
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Sirius/Lucius, background Lucius/Narcissa
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1356
Prompt #: 46 [Sirius doesn't understand what Narcissa sees in Lucius. Until he does.]
Warnings: Highlight to read *Explicit sex, dub-con*
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
A/N: Huge thanks to jake67jake for the last-minute beta.
Summary: Sirius doesn't know what Narcissa sees in Lucius Malfoy, but he's about to find out.
*mod note: this fic is not on AO3*
Sirius ducked into a shadowed doorway of Diagon Alley to avoid catching his cousin's attention. Narcissa had always been the shrewd Black sister, which is why Sirius couldn't understand why she'd chosen to marry Lucius Malfoy. However, it was obvious, from Cissy's swollen stomach, that it wasn't a marriage in name only. Sirius observed Malfoy from his hiding place. The man looked like a right ponce. How had he managed to get Cissy up the duff? Sirius reckoned that even a disgraced and disowned mutt like himself could get Malfoy to drop his trousers. Too bad James wasn't here; Sirius would have liked to make a wager with him.
Sirius watched as Malfoy leaned in to kiss Narcissa's cheek before they separated. Cissy made her way sedately into Madam Malkin's, while old Lucius skived off to Knockturn Alley. Curious to see what Malfoy was up to, Sirius followed. He saw Malfoy enter Borgin and Burkes, and Sirius hurried to catch up to him. He cast a minor charm to make himself less noticeable before he entered the shop. Sirius was just in time to see Malfoy make a purchase. Malfoy tucked the small item in a pocket of his cloak, then he headed for the dirty Floo in a corner of the shop. Sirius followed without thinking, jumping into the Floo just as Malfoy tossed a handful of powder and called out, "Malfoy Manor."
Malfoy's eyes widened as Sirius rushed him, but he was powerless to stop what Sirius had impetuously put into motion. Sirius wrapped his arms around his cousin's husband, and the two of them tumbled out of the Floo in Malfoy Manor. Sirius was used to scrapping, and he made sure to end up on top when they rolled to a stop halfway across the parlor. Malfoy was pinned beneath him, legs splayed to the side in an intriguing fashion.
"How dare you?!" spat Malfoy, struggling to free himself.
Sirius refused to release him.
"What is the meaning of this, Black?"
"What did you buy at Borgin and Burkes?" Sirius demanded. "I'll not have you bringing trouble to my cousin's doorstep."
"Narcissa is no longer your cousin; you've been pruned from the family tree," Malfoy said with a haughty sniff. "Now let me up before I hex your head on backwards."
Malfoy was still trying to escape, but his struggles revealed something very interesting. He was hard. Sirius smirked down at him. "Are you sure you want me to let you go?" he taunted. "I think what you really want is for me to bend you over and pound your poncy hole full of my big cock."
Malfoy gasped. "Release me at once, you filthy bounder!"
Sirius just grinned and pressed down harder, fitting their groins together and letting Malfoy feel how aroused he was.
Malfoy gasped again, but this time, his breath hitched slightly.
Sirius began rubbing their bodies together, enjoying the friction even through their layers of clothing. Only when Malfoy arched up to reciprocate did Sirius back off. He shifted enough to flip Malfoy onto his stomach, right there on the cold, hard floor.
"Enough," spat Malfoy, squirming anew as he struggled to get free.
Sirius dropped onto him again, this time fitting the hard ridge of his cock into the cleft of Malfoy's arse. He began frotting against Malfoy once more. Lucius responded with an odd sound that could have been anger or arousal. However, within moments, his arse was pushing back, and Sirius was lost. He'd only meant to scare Malfoy and make him aware that Sirius could best him, but now there was no way Sirius could leave it at that. He had to bury his bone, and the sooner, the better.
Sirius rose to his knees. He kept one hand clenched in Malfoy's collar, which prevented Malfoy from raising his head. Malfoy resumed his efforts to get away. He got his knees under him, conveniently raising his arse. It was what Sirius was waiting for. He flipped the folds of Malfoy's cloak up, over his back, and reached beneath him to unfasten his trousers.
"What are you doing?!"
"Don't pretend you don't want this," muttered Sirius. He succeeded in getting Malfoy's trousers undone, and then he proceeded to drag them down, exposing Malfoy's firm, pale cheeks. Sirius kept a grip on Malfoy's collar as he worked to get his own trousers undone. Once he was able to push his trousers and pants down, Sirius sighed in pleasure when his cock bobbed free.
"Unhand me at once!"
Sirius ignored the order. If Malfoy truly didn't want what he had coming, he could have called out for help. Instead, he was making token protests that led Sirius to believe that he simply didn't want to admit how badly he wanted a cock up his poncy hole.
Sirius pulled his wand from his sleeve and flicked it at Malfoy's arse. The suddenness of the lubrication charm drew a squeal from Malfoy, but no further protest. Indeed, as Sirius dropped his wand and kneed Malfoy's legs apart, Malfoy moaned and went still. Only the trembling of his limbs betrayed his excitement. Sirius maintained his hold on Malfoy's cloak, not trusting that he wouldn't still try to break away. With his other hand, he guided his throbbing cock to Malfoy's entrance. Sirius nudged Malfoy's rim, applying pressure until the head of his cock popped past the ring of muscle.
Malfoy whined and scrabbled forward, as if wanting to uncouple them. Sirius was having none of it. He released his hold on Malfoy's cloak and grabbed Malfoy's hair instead. Lucius' forward momentum was abruptly halted, and he moaned. He arched his back, raising his arse higher. Sirius grinned. It seemed as if Lucius enjoyed a bit of rough. That was good, because Sirius was in no mood to be gentle. His free hand gripped Malfoy's hip, fingers digging into the tender flesh even as his cock pounded into Lucius' tight hole. It was obvious he was no virgin, leaving Sirius to wonder if Malfoy had a male lover on the side, and if so, did Cissy know about it? No one played a Black for a fool and got away with it. Sirius' family may have disowned him, but that didn't mean he couldn't defend Narcissa's honor.
Malfoy was panting and groaning, writhing and bucking beneath Sirius' onslaught. "Touch...me," he managed to grit.
Sirius smirked again. He reached under Malfoy, finding his cock hard and eager for some stimulation. A sharp intake of breath met Sirius' questing hand. He fondled Malfoy, squeezing and pulling his prick as he buggered him. It didn't take long for Malfoy to jerk in Sirius' hand, spilling his essence as he climaxed. He loosed a tremulous sigh and would have fallen forward, were it not for the implacable hold that Sirius had on his hair. Lucius wasn't going anywhere until Sirius sullied his pureblood arse. Sirius drove in hard again and again. When he came, he threw his head back and clenched his teeth to prevent a howl of pleasure and conquest from bursting forth. Instead, the sound he made was a growl of satisfaction as he emptied his balls in Malfoy's twitching hole. Sirius pulled out and directed his last spurt at Malfoy's arse, spattering that pale flesh with his cream.
He released Malfoy's hair, and Malfoy lurched away from him. Sirius stood up and tucked himself in, while Lucius clambered unsteadily to his feet.
"Get out," Malfoy said, voice flat and eyes hard. He tried to sneer and failed. His tough act was foiled by his disheveled hair, flushed face, and spent cock.
"You enjoyed that," Sirius said mildly. He retrieved his wand and backed to the Floo, not trusting Malfoy to pass up a chance to curse him. Sirius grabbed some powder and tossed it down.
"Diagon Alley!"
He emerged into bright sunshine. Only then, did Sirius feel the tension leave his shoulders. He sauntered into the crowd on the pavement with a spring in his step. At least now Sirius knew what Narcissa saw in Lucius Malfoy.
He was a brilliant fuck.
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Sirius/Lucius, background Lucius/Narcissa
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1356
Prompt #: 46 [Sirius doesn't understand what Narcissa sees in Lucius. Until he does.]
Warnings: Highlight to read *Explicit sex, dub-con*
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
A/N: Huge thanks to jake67jake for the last-minute beta.
Summary: Sirius doesn't know what Narcissa sees in Lucius Malfoy, but he's about to find out.
*mod note: this fic is not on AO3*
Sirius ducked into a shadowed doorway of Diagon Alley to avoid catching his cousin's attention. Narcissa had always been the shrewd Black sister, which is why Sirius couldn't understand why she'd chosen to marry Lucius Malfoy. However, it was obvious, from Cissy's swollen stomach, that it wasn't a marriage in name only. Sirius observed Malfoy from his hiding place. The man looked like a right ponce. How had he managed to get Cissy up the duff? Sirius reckoned that even a disgraced and disowned mutt like himself could get Malfoy to drop his trousers. Too bad James wasn't here; Sirius would have liked to make a wager with him.
Sirius watched as Malfoy leaned in to kiss Narcissa's cheek before they separated. Cissy made her way sedately into Madam Malkin's, while old Lucius skived off to Knockturn Alley. Curious to see what Malfoy was up to, Sirius followed. He saw Malfoy enter Borgin and Burkes, and Sirius hurried to catch up to him. He cast a minor charm to make himself less noticeable before he entered the shop. Sirius was just in time to see Malfoy make a purchase. Malfoy tucked the small item in a pocket of his cloak, then he headed for the dirty Floo in a corner of the shop. Sirius followed without thinking, jumping into the Floo just as Malfoy tossed a handful of powder and called out, "Malfoy Manor."
Malfoy's eyes widened as Sirius rushed him, but he was powerless to stop what Sirius had impetuously put into motion. Sirius wrapped his arms around his cousin's husband, and the two of them tumbled out of the Floo in Malfoy Manor. Sirius was used to scrapping, and he made sure to end up on top when they rolled to a stop halfway across the parlor. Malfoy was pinned beneath him, legs splayed to the side in an intriguing fashion.
"How dare you?!" spat Malfoy, struggling to free himself.
Sirius refused to release him.
"What is the meaning of this, Black?"
"What did you buy at Borgin and Burkes?" Sirius demanded. "I'll not have you bringing trouble to my cousin's doorstep."
"Narcissa is no longer your cousin; you've been pruned from the family tree," Malfoy said with a haughty sniff. "Now let me up before I hex your head on backwards."
Malfoy was still trying to escape, but his struggles revealed something very interesting. He was hard. Sirius smirked down at him. "Are you sure you want me to let you go?" he taunted. "I think what you really want is for me to bend you over and pound your poncy hole full of my big cock."
Malfoy gasped. "Release me at once, you filthy bounder!"
Sirius just grinned and pressed down harder, fitting their groins together and letting Malfoy feel how aroused he was.
Malfoy gasped again, but this time, his breath hitched slightly.
Sirius began rubbing their bodies together, enjoying the friction even through their layers of clothing. Only when Malfoy arched up to reciprocate did Sirius back off. He shifted enough to flip Malfoy onto his stomach, right there on the cold, hard floor.
"Enough," spat Malfoy, squirming anew as he struggled to get free.
Sirius dropped onto him again, this time fitting the hard ridge of his cock into the cleft of Malfoy's arse. He began frotting against Malfoy once more. Lucius responded with an odd sound that could have been anger or arousal. However, within moments, his arse was pushing back, and Sirius was lost. He'd only meant to scare Malfoy and make him aware that Sirius could best him, but now there was no way Sirius could leave it at that. He had to bury his bone, and the sooner, the better.
Sirius rose to his knees. He kept one hand clenched in Malfoy's collar, which prevented Malfoy from raising his head. Malfoy resumed his efforts to get away. He got his knees under him, conveniently raising his arse. It was what Sirius was waiting for. He flipped the folds of Malfoy's cloak up, over his back, and reached beneath him to unfasten his trousers.
"What are you doing?!"
"Don't pretend you don't want this," muttered Sirius. He succeeded in getting Malfoy's trousers undone, and then he proceeded to drag them down, exposing Malfoy's firm, pale cheeks. Sirius kept a grip on Malfoy's collar as he worked to get his own trousers undone. Once he was able to push his trousers and pants down, Sirius sighed in pleasure when his cock bobbed free.
"Unhand me at once!"
Sirius ignored the order. If Malfoy truly didn't want what he had coming, he could have called out for help. Instead, he was making token protests that led Sirius to believe that he simply didn't want to admit how badly he wanted a cock up his poncy hole.
Sirius pulled his wand from his sleeve and flicked it at Malfoy's arse. The suddenness of the lubrication charm drew a squeal from Malfoy, but no further protest. Indeed, as Sirius dropped his wand and kneed Malfoy's legs apart, Malfoy moaned and went still. Only the trembling of his limbs betrayed his excitement. Sirius maintained his hold on Malfoy's cloak, not trusting that he wouldn't still try to break away. With his other hand, he guided his throbbing cock to Malfoy's entrance. Sirius nudged Malfoy's rim, applying pressure until the head of his cock popped past the ring of muscle.
Malfoy whined and scrabbled forward, as if wanting to uncouple them. Sirius was having none of it. He released his hold on Malfoy's cloak and grabbed Malfoy's hair instead. Lucius' forward momentum was abruptly halted, and he moaned. He arched his back, raising his arse higher. Sirius grinned. It seemed as if Lucius enjoyed a bit of rough. That was good, because Sirius was in no mood to be gentle. His free hand gripped Malfoy's hip, fingers digging into the tender flesh even as his cock pounded into Lucius' tight hole. It was obvious he was no virgin, leaving Sirius to wonder if Malfoy had a male lover on the side, and if so, did Cissy know about it? No one played a Black for a fool and got away with it. Sirius' family may have disowned him, but that didn't mean he couldn't defend Narcissa's honor.
Malfoy was panting and groaning, writhing and bucking beneath Sirius' onslaught. "Touch...me," he managed to grit.
Sirius smirked again. He reached under Malfoy, finding his cock hard and eager for some stimulation. A sharp intake of breath met Sirius' questing hand. He fondled Malfoy, squeezing and pulling his prick as he buggered him. It didn't take long for Malfoy to jerk in Sirius' hand, spilling his essence as he climaxed. He loosed a tremulous sigh and would have fallen forward, were it not for the implacable hold that Sirius had on his hair. Lucius wasn't going anywhere until Sirius sullied his pureblood arse. Sirius drove in hard again and again. When he came, he threw his head back and clenched his teeth to prevent a howl of pleasure and conquest from bursting forth. Instead, the sound he made was a growl of satisfaction as he emptied his balls in Malfoy's twitching hole. Sirius pulled out and directed his last spurt at Malfoy's arse, spattering that pale flesh with his cream.
He released Malfoy's hair, and Malfoy lurched away from him. Sirius stood up and tucked himself in, while Lucius clambered unsteadily to his feet.
"Get out," Malfoy said, voice flat and eyes hard. He tried to sneer and failed. His tough act was foiled by his disheveled hair, flushed face, and spent cock.
"You enjoyed that," Sirius said mildly. He retrieved his wand and backed to the Floo, not trusting Malfoy to pass up a chance to curse him. Sirius grabbed some powder and tossed it down.
"Diagon Alley!"
He emerged into bright sunshine. Only then, did Sirius feel the tension leave his shoulders. He sauntered into the crowd on the pavement with a spring in his step. At least now Sirius knew what Narcissa saw in Lucius Malfoy.
He was a brilliant fuck.