Batman/Catwoman/Gambit will be posted later. But here's your other request: Lucius/Bellatrix. Rated R-ish.
The Absence of Silence
They were the only ones left.
The Muggles, limp and bloody and broken against the wall, weren’t making noise any longer, so Lucius, still panting from the torture, shoves Bellatrix against the wall (the still-breathing Muggle shuddered) intent on filling the room with gorgeous, guttural sounds again.
Her skin is bare under the bloody black robes, sticky against her flesh in places.
He can only see part of her eyes through her mask, but he thinks she’s grinning as she wraps one leg around his waist, pushing into his hand as she lets out a moan.
He doesn’t taste Bellatrix, because he’s afraid she’ll taste like Narcissa.
He pinches and twists. Her grunts, gasps and groans as she presses harder into his touch fill the room, echoing the same way the Muggle’s cries had minutes before, gloriously. Her fingernails scrape against his shoulders and tangle in his hair as her cry intensifies
( ... )
OoO, you really took that ran with it! It's better than I ever hoped for, but that doesn't surprise me because your writing is astounding.
This is really electric, and dirty, and filthy, and guilt inducing. The line about Narcissa really got me. It's as if Lucius can seperate himself from Lucius Malfoy, husband and father, and Lucius Malfoy, Death Eater. Wow.
The Absence of Silence
They were the only ones left.
The Muggles, limp and bloody and broken against the wall, weren’t making noise any longer, so Lucius, still panting from the torture, shoves Bellatrix against the wall (the still-breathing Muggle shuddered) intent on filling the room with gorgeous, guttural sounds again.
Her skin is bare under the bloody black robes, sticky against her flesh in places.
He can only see part of her eyes through her mask, but he thinks she’s grinning as she wraps one leg around his waist, pushing into his hand as she lets out a moan.
He doesn’t taste Bellatrix, because he’s afraid she’ll taste like Narcissa.
He pinches and twists. Her grunts, gasps and groans as she presses harder into his touch fill the room, echoing the same way the Muggle’s cries had minutes before, gloriously. Her fingernails scrape against his shoulders and tangle in his hair as her cry intensifies ( ... )
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This is really electric, and dirty, and filthy, and guilt inducing. The line about Narcissa really got me. It's as if Lucius can seperate himself from Lucius Malfoy, husband and father, and Lucius Malfoy, Death Eater. Wow.
*applauds wildly*
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