Recruiting Techniques (James/Lucius, NC-17)
Not quite on time, but pretty close. I tried to combine last year's unfinished request with this year's pairing (eep!) I hope you enjoy what I came up with and that you had a fabulous day!
Title: Recruiting Techniques
Author: sesheta_66
Rating: NC-17, to be safe.
Word Count: ~1800
Pairing/Characters: James Senior / Lucius (yes, you read that correctly)
Challenge: For dragonlit's birthday request of a James/Lucius ficlet. Also incorporated last year's request for a werewolf!fic, sort-of.
Summary: When Lucius Malfoy is the recruiter, one never knows what to expect.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. They belong to JK Rowling and her publishers. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only. Please observe the rating, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country. All characters engaged in sexual activity are over the age of 18.
Recruiting Techniques
"Yes, my Lord," Lucius replied, pleased to comply with his master's wishes.
He was planning to enjoy this task, recruiting others to the cause. Returning to his old school to do so was a challenge the Slytherin in him welcomed with open arms.
~*~*~
Lucius watched the four of them, sure that he could turn the simpering one - what was his name? - around without difficulty. The prefect might be a problem, but if he could convince the ringleaders, those other two, the rough looking one would likely follow.
Now, how to convince them? Black should have been easy, but he'd already turned his back on the dark ways, and left his pureblood family behind. Narcissa had told Lucius her cousin had been disowned, that he was following in the footsteps of his friend, James Potter. Well, perhaps Lucius could change all that.
So it was that he chose to target Potter. Win him, win them all. He watched the young man before formulating a plan. Oh, yes. He watched as Potter's eyes lit up when he played Quidditch. He watched as he mussed up that already unruly mop of hair, for the benefit of all watching. He saw him talk up the girls and ... wasn't that interesting? He noticed him eyeing a few of the boys as well. Of course, he was very subtle about that, not letting his followers see. Tucking that away for future use, in true Slytherin style, Lucius got to work on his plan.
He was able to convince - okay, an Imperius had been involved - one of the representatives of the Chudley Cannons' junior team to hire him to recruit new players. It was under this cover that Lucius was able to gain virtually free access to Hogwarts. Of course, being an alumnus didn't hurt, which had got him onto the grounds in the first place. Dumbledore, that old fool, never suspected anything when Lucius brought in his letter from the Cannons, and permitted him the run of the place while he was there.
~*~*~
His first meeting with James, following a spectacular Gryffindor win against Ravenclaw, went well. Playing it conservatively, he mentioned his possible interest, but promised nothing. No matter how relaxed he'd appeared, the sparkle in Potter's eyes couldn't be missed. He was very interested.
The next night Lucius had overheard Potter and Black arguing.
"Get your head out of your arse, James, and see what's in front of your face!" Black had yelled.
"What are you on about?"
"He's a Malfoy. He has more money than both of our families combined, and that's saying a lot. What the hell is he doing recruiting for the Cannons?"
"He said that Quidditch was always a passion of his, but that he was never professional material. Said he wants to contribute other ways."
"He may be a recruiter, but it isn't for Quidditch, if you ask me."
"Well, I didn't ask you."
"He's dating, and may even be engaged by now to my cousin Narcissa. If my family hasn't disowned her, that means he's a dark wizard too."
"He's a pureblood, that's all."
"If you say so."
"You're just jealous."
"Never mind, James. You obviously couldn't have your head up your arse because it wouldn't fit; it's inflated too much. Merlin, man, it's not even recruiting time. Why would the Cannons try to recruit you now?"
"Maybe they're just watching for now, and they'll make an offer later."
"I'm telling you, he's recruiting for the Death Eaters."
"You just can't be happy for me, can you?" James bellowed. "Fuck you, Sirius!"
Not exactly what he had hoped for, but Lucius was practical. If he couldn't recruit them all, the top would do. And there was still a chance that Lupin and what's-his-name would follow James. Three out of four lions would do just fine. Meanwhile, there was Severus Snape, who was practically salivating at the idea of joining, and a few potentials in Ravenclaw that he could meet with quietly.
~*~*~
A couple of days later, Black approached him.
"I know what you're after, and you won't get it," he warned.
"Some good Quidditch players?" Lucius asked.
"Cut the crap, Malfoy. I know who you're really recruiting for."
"Do enlighten me, Black. I'm sure your observations are fascinating."
"You will never get James to join the Death Eaters." Lucius raised his eyebrows. "Oh, yes, I know. I'm sure you're one of them, and that you're here on Voldemort's orders."
"Well, then. That's me all figured out now. I suppose I should leave."
"Yeah."
"Really, you can't be serious, Sirius. If I were working for him, I hardly think one little warning from you would have me running away with my tail between my legs. Think about it."
"I'm watching you."
Lucius grinned. "I'm terrified."
Black left, and Lucius decided that he would much rather do the watching.
~*~*~
The following day, he noticed Lupin was absent from the group, that hanger-on was fidgety, and Potter and Black weren't speaking. Lucius exited the Great Hall after lunch, cast a Disillusionment Charm on himself and waited. Sure enough, shortly after he left, Black appeared, presumably to follow Lucius. How predictable.
He watched as Black got more and more agitated when he was unable to find Lucius, then made his way outside to the grounds. Lucius followed him as far as the Whomping Willow, that ridiculous tree they'd planted in his last year at the school, and which had almost taken his head off one time. He stayed well back, but Black was headed right towards it. Oh, good. Perhaps the tree will take him out.
He watched in fascination as Black took a stick and pressed it to the trunk, stopping its movement. Then Lucius watched him disappear beneath the tree. Looking around to check that no one would see a lone stick hovering across to the tree, he picked up a stick and made his own way over. He pressed the spot and followed Black.
~*~*~
James was in his dormitory looking at the map. Oh, shit. He watched in horror as first Sirius, then Malfoy went into the tunnel.
Not again, James thought. What the hell was Sirius thinking? He'd almost got Snivellus killed the last time. Now ... no, this had to stop!
He hoped that Sirius hadn't noticed, but he couldn't be sure. He had been willing to see Snivelly killed by Lupin's hand - or paw, as it were. What's to say he wouldn't want Malfoy done in too? In fact, Sirius thought he was a Death Eater, which would make him even more dangerous in his mind than Snape ever was.
James grabbed his Invisibility Cloak and went to save Sirius's arse once again.
He had to run to catch up, removing his cloak only when in the tunnel. A few minutes into his chase, cloak tucked away, James heard two things at once. There was a great howling in the distance, and footsteps that had just come to an abrupt halt not too far in front of him. He couldn't see anyone, but he knew Malfoy was there.
"You need to get out of here, Lucius," James said, trying to catch his breath. "It's not safe." As if to emphasize the point, another howl tore through the air. A deep growl sounded after that. "Now." He reached into the air in front of him, and managed to grasp Malfoy's cloak.
"What is that?" Lucius asked.
"Werewolf," he said. "Drop the Disillusionment Charm, yeah? I know it's you."
"How?" Another loud howl sounded.
"Doesn't matter. Let's go before it kills you."
Another howl coupled with thrashing and banging overhead seemed to convince him. He dropped the charm and followed. Once they got outside, James threw the Invisibility Cloak over both of them, and led the way back to the castle, up to the fifth floor, and into an unused classroom that he and Sirius often used when they needed to have a private conversation.
"Have a seat," he said, motioning to one of the desks.
"I saw Black go down there," Malfoy said. "Are you telling me that he's a werewolf?"
"No, he's not."
"You don't seem worried about him," he pointed out. "Why is that?"
"Sirius can take care of himself. You, on the other hand, wandered into something you didn't expect."
"So you came to rescue me?" He tried not to laugh at the absurdity of Potter thinking Lucius needed rescuing.
"Well, it would hardly do to have a recruiter torn to shreds before I even sign a contract."
Malfoy gave a sly grin. He got up and walked over to stand right in front of James.
"What are you doing?" James asked. Sirius's words echoed in his head. He's recruiting for the Death Eaters.
Malfoy reached beneath James's robes, grabbing the waist of his trousers. "Malfoys are never in anyone's debt," he said, as if that explained everything. His eyes never left James's as he undid first the button, then the zip.
James was about to object, or at least say something, but all coherent thought left him as Malfoy pulled down his trousers and pants, and began gently stroking James's cock. "Oh."
Lucius smiled and continued to stroke James to full hardness. "You're not really recruiting for the Cannons, are you?" James managed to utter.
"What do you think?" Lucius said as he dropped to his knees.
"I think maybe Sirius was right about you," he whimpered. The man knew what he was doing, and at this rate James was not going to last very long.
"And what did Sirius say?" Stroke, stroke, twist.
"That you're recruiting for the Death Eaters," James replied, not sure why he was talking at all.
Lucius bent down and licked a trail from root to tip. "The group that wants to ensure pureblood wizards are protected from Muggles and Muggle-borns?"
"Yeah ... them."
"You should consider the superiority of purebloods, Potter." He took the head into his mouth, swirled his tongue in a most delicious way, then drew back. "You are in a unique position, James. People look up to you. You would do well, working for the pureblood cause." Lucius then proceeded to show James Potter just what a superior, pureblood wizard's mouth could do.
For a fleeting moment, as his come shot down that gorgeous pureblood throat, James wondered why exactly he had chosen the side of the Light.
As he came down from his high, and his eyes fluttered open, he could see the outline of a large, black dog in the hallway, walking away with its tail between its legs. Ah, yes. Right. We're the good guys.
"Remember what I said, Potter." Lucius refastened James's trousers. "You'd do well as a Death Eater."
"You have interesting recruitment techniques; I'll give you that."
Malfoy smirked at him as he licked the last bit of evidence of their tryst from the corner of his mouth. "Oh, you have no idea."
As he watched Lucius walk down the hall, James heard "Obliviate!"
Smiling as he recognised his friend's voice, James thought to himself that he'd rather not discover any more Death Eater recruitment techniques. Well, not while Sirius was around anyway.
.
Title: Recruiting Techniques
Author: sesheta_66
Rating: NC-17, to be safe.
Word Count: ~1800
Pairing/Characters: James Senior / Lucius (yes, you read that correctly)
Challenge: For dragonlit's birthday request of a James/Lucius ficlet. Also incorporated last year's request for a werewolf!fic, sort-of.
Summary: When Lucius Malfoy is the recruiter, one never knows what to expect.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. They belong to JK Rowling and her publishers. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only. Please observe the rating, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country. All characters engaged in sexual activity are over the age of 18.
Recruiting Techniques
"Yes, my Lord," Lucius replied, pleased to comply with his master's wishes.
He was planning to enjoy this task, recruiting others to the cause. Returning to his old school to do so was a challenge the Slytherin in him welcomed with open arms.
~*~*~
Lucius watched the four of them, sure that he could turn the simpering one - what was his name? - around without difficulty. The prefect might be a problem, but if he could convince the ringleaders, those other two, the rough looking one would likely follow.
Now, how to convince them? Black should have been easy, but he'd already turned his back on the dark ways, and left his pureblood family behind. Narcissa had told Lucius her cousin had been disowned, that he was following in the footsteps of his friend, James Potter. Well, perhaps Lucius could change all that.
So it was that he chose to target Potter. Win him, win them all. He watched the young man before formulating a plan. Oh, yes. He watched as Potter's eyes lit up when he played Quidditch. He watched as he mussed up that already unruly mop of hair, for the benefit of all watching. He saw him talk up the girls and ... wasn't that interesting? He noticed him eyeing a few of the boys as well. Of course, he was very subtle about that, not letting his followers see. Tucking that away for future use, in true Slytherin style, Lucius got to work on his plan.
He was able to convince - okay, an Imperius had been involved - one of the representatives of the Chudley Cannons' junior team to hire him to recruit new players. It was under this cover that Lucius was able to gain virtually free access to Hogwarts. Of course, being an alumnus didn't hurt, which had got him onto the grounds in the first place. Dumbledore, that old fool, never suspected anything when Lucius brought in his letter from the Cannons, and permitted him the run of the place while he was there.
~*~*~
His first meeting with James, following a spectacular Gryffindor win against Ravenclaw, went well. Playing it conservatively, he mentioned his possible interest, but promised nothing. No matter how relaxed he'd appeared, the sparkle in Potter's eyes couldn't be missed. He was very interested.
The next night Lucius had overheard Potter and Black arguing.
"Get your head out of your arse, James, and see what's in front of your face!" Black had yelled.
"What are you on about?"
"He's a Malfoy. He has more money than both of our families combined, and that's saying a lot. What the hell is he doing recruiting for the Cannons?"
"He said that Quidditch was always a passion of his, but that he was never professional material. Said he wants to contribute other ways."
"He may be a recruiter, but it isn't for Quidditch, if you ask me."
"Well, I didn't ask you."
"He's dating, and may even be engaged by now to my cousin Narcissa. If my family hasn't disowned her, that means he's a dark wizard too."
"He's a pureblood, that's all."
"If you say so."
"You're just jealous."
"Never mind, James. You obviously couldn't have your head up your arse because it wouldn't fit; it's inflated too much. Merlin, man, it's not even recruiting time. Why would the Cannons try to recruit you now?"
"Maybe they're just watching for now, and they'll make an offer later."
"I'm telling you, he's recruiting for the Death Eaters."
"You just can't be happy for me, can you?" James bellowed. "Fuck you, Sirius!"
Not exactly what he had hoped for, but Lucius was practical. If he couldn't recruit them all, the top would do. And there was still a chance that Lupin and what's-his-name would follow James. Three out of four lions would do just fine. Meanwhile, there was Severus Snape, who was practically salivating at the idea of joining, and a few potentials in Ravenclaw that he could meet with quietly.
~*~*~
A couple of days later, Black approached him.
"I know what you're after, and you won't get it," he warned.
"Some good Quidditch players?" Lucius asked.
"Cut the crap, Malfoy. I know who you're really recruiting for."
"Do enlighten me, Black. I'm sure your observations are fascinating."
"You will never get James to join the Death Eaters." Lucius raised his eyebrows. "Oh, yes, I know. I'm sure you're one of them, and that you're here on Voldemort's orders."
"Well, then. That's me all figured out now. I suppose I should leave."
"Yeah."
"Really, you can't be serious, Sirius. If I were working for him, I hardly think one little warning from you would have me running away with my tail between my legs. Think about it."
"I'm watching you."
Lucius grinned. "I'm terrified."
Black left, and Lucius decided that he would much rather do the watching.
~*~*~
The following day, he noticed Lupin was absent from the group, that hanger-on was fidgety, and Potter and Black weren't speaking. Lucius exited the Great Hall after lunch, cast a Disillusionment Charm on himself and waited. Sure enough, shortly after he left, Black appeared, presumably to follow Lucius. How predictable.
He watched as Black got more and more agitated when he was unable to find Lucius, then made his way outside to the grounds. Lucius followed him as far as the Whomping Willow, that ridiculous tree they'd planted in his last year at the school, and which had almost taken his head off one time. He stayed well back, but Black was headed right towards it. Oh, good. Perhaps the tree will take him out.
He watched in fascination as Black took a stick and pressed it to the trunk, stopping its movement. Then Lucius watched him disappear beneath the tree. Looking around to check that no one would see a lone stick hovering across to the tree, he picked up a stick and made his own way over. He pressed the spot and followed Black.
~*~*~
James was in his dormitory looking at the map. Oh, shit. He watched in horror as first Sirius, then Malfoy went into the tunnel.
Not again, James thought. What the hell was Sirius thinking? He'd almost got Snivellus killed the last time. Now ... no, this had to stop!
He hoped that Sirius hadn't noticed, but he couldn't be sure. He had been willing to see Snivelly killed by Lupin's hand - or paw, as it were. What's to say he wouldn't want Malfoy done in too? In fact, Sirius thought he was a Death Eater, which would make him even more dangerous in his mind than Snape ever was.
James grabbed his Invisibility Cloak and went to save Sirius's arse once again.
He had to run to catch up, removing his cloak only when in the tunnel. A few minutes into his chase, cloak tucked away, James heard two things at once. There was a great howling in the distance, and footsteps that had just come to an abrupt halt not too far in front of him. He couldn't see anyone, but he knew Malfoy was there.
"You need to get out of here, Lucius," James said, trying to catch his breath. "It's not safe." As if to emphasize the point, another howl tore through the air. A deep growl sounded after that. "Now." He reached into the air in front of him, and managed to grasp Malfoy's cloak.
"What is that?" Lucius asked.
"Werewolf," he said. "Drop the Disillusionment Charm, yeah? I know it's you."
"How?" Another loud howl sounded.
"Doesn't matter. Let's go before it kills you."
Another howl coupled with thrashing and banging overhead seemed to convince him. He dropped the charm and followed. Once they got outside, James threw the Invisibility Cloak over both of them, and led the way back to the castle, up to the fifth floor, and into an unused classroom that he and Sirius often used when they needed to have a private conversation.
"Have a seat," he said, motioning to one of the desks.
"I saw Black go down there," Malfoy said. "Are you telling me that he's a werewolf?"
"No, he's not."
"You don't seem worried about him," he pointed out. "Why is that?"
"Sirius can take care of himself. You, on the other hand, wandered into something you didn't expect."
"So you came to rescue me?" He tried not to laugh at the absurdity of Potter thinking Lucius needed rescuing.
"Well, it would hardly do to have a recruiter torn to shreds before I even sign a contract."
Malfoy gave a sly grin. He got up and walked over to stand right in front of James.
"What are you doing?" James asked. Sirius's words echoed in his head. He's recruiting for the Death Eaters.
Malfoy reached beneath James's robes, grabbing the waist of his trousers. "Malfoys are never in anyone's debt," he said, as if that explained everything. His eyes never left James's as he undid first the button, then the zip.
James was about to object, or at least say something, but all coherent thought left him as Malfoy pulled down his trousers and pants, and began gently stroking James's cock. "Oh."
Lucius smiled and continued to stroke James to full hardness. "You're not really recruiting for the Cannons, are you?" James managed to utter.
"What do you think?" Lucius said as he dropped to his knees.
"I think maybe Sirius was right about you," he whimpered. The man knew what he was doing, and at this rate James was not going to last very long.
"And what did Sirius say?" Stroke, stroke, twist.
"That you're recruiting for the Death Eaters," James replied, not sure why he was talking at all.
Lucius bent down and licked a trail from root to tip. "The group that wants to ensure pureblood wizards are protected from Muggles and Muggle-borns?"
"Yeah ... them."
"You should consider the superiority of purebloods, Potter." He took the head into his mouth, swirled his tongue in a most delicious way, then drew back. "You are in a unique position, James. People look up to you. You would do well, working for the pureblood cause." Lucius then proceeded to show James Potter just what a superior, pureblood wizard's mouth could do.
For a fleeting moment, as his come shot down that gorgeous pureblood throat, James wondered why exactly he had chosen the side of the Light.
As he came down from his high, and his eyes fluttered open, he could see the outline of a large, black dog in the hallway, walking away with its tail between its legs. Ah, yes. Right. We're the good guys.
"Remember what I said, Potter." Lucius refastened James's trousers. "You'd do well as a Death Eater."
"You have interesting recruitment techniques; I'll give you that."
Malfoy smirked at him as he licked the last bit of evidence of their tryst from the corner of his mouth. "Oh, you have no idea."
As he watched Lucius walk down the hall, James heard "Obliviate!"
Smiling as he recognised his friend's voice, James thought to himself that he'd rather not discover any more Death Eater recruitment techniques. Well, not while Sirius was around anyway.
.