Wicked Game

“Life is not simply white or black. Our reality is a multifaceted web of jewels which are detailed in an endless spectrum of greys.”
--Lucifer, Return of the Goddess


Draco had finally stopped struggling, stopped moving, as Lucius backed himself against the wall, straining to get his son to his feet. His argent eyes surveyed the body in his arms as he scowled. It was pathetic; his son was totally lost simply because he had to break up with his boyfriend. It was a pity that Draco didn’t realise the favour Lucius had done for him. It was better that he felt the pain of love while he had the upper hand, because love does not conquer all. All love managed to do was betray you. It was a monster waiting to devour your soul. Malfoy took another step back, bracing himself against the wall as he heaved upward. Finally, Draco managed to rise to his feet, but he only stood a few seconds when he slumped to the floor in defeat. Lucius scowled and kicked the body beside him. Draco, however, continued to stare at the floor, still lost in his world of love, when a knock came to the door. Lucius gave his son another kick, and he started toward the doorway. Another knock echoed through the manor, followed soon after by the ring of the doorbell. Lucius scowled at the visitor’s impatience, and the door swung open.

“Have you . . . . ?” Lucius started, but was stopped short as a look of disbelief came upon his face. His smoky eyes trailed over the body in front of him. Muscles rippled through the bronzed body. He wore a white muscle shirt over a pair of black jeans so tight that you could tell nothing else was underneath. Sunlight brought out his red and golden highlights in his chestnut hair. It hung ear length yet his bangs were shorter, the shortest hairs hanging to eye length, and his eyes, God, they were so stunning. The orbs were an ice blue, bright and crystalline. Next, the beauty smiled, showing rows of perfect teeth.

“Afternoon, Lucius. Long time, no see.” Next, the stranger began to have the door swung in his face, but a strong, muscled arm held it open as the god continued to talk. “I need to speak with you.”

“I would suggest not bothering unless you will be thinking with your head instead of your junk!”

“Aw, you’ll hurt its feelings,” he grinned. “And hasn’t your mother ever taught you not to judge before you tried it?”

“Fuck you!”

“I would, but I am here on business . . . mostly.” Then, Malfoy raised an eyebrow as he asked,

“What do you want, Dominic?”

“A good many things when it comes to you, my flame, but I do not lie when I said I was here on business. Your Dark Lord sent me,” the vile creature answered. Malfoy’s eyes widened in the slightest bit as he thought What is the Dark Lord doing with Dominic? What is Dominic doing with Him? Is this simply a scheme for me to let him back into my life? Well, I guess there is only one way to find out, and he stepped back, sighing.

“Come inside.” Once the two were indoors and the door closed shut behind them, Lucius turned to Dominic and demanded, “Tell me what it is you came to tell me, Dominic, and then leave.”

“I’m afraid it is not that simple, my flame,” he replied, taking a step forward, and he watched as Lucius took a step back which caused the incubus to grin. “It seems you are still frightened of me, but of what part?” Another step. “Are you afraid of the nightmare inside of me?” Step. “Are you afraid of the pain I can inflict on your mind with that body?” Another step toward Lucius. “Or are you afraid of my seductive charm? Afraid that you really have no chance now that Damion is gone? Well?” Another step and Dominic Desir had the elder Malfoy pressed against the wall. Lucius could smell a faint trickle of cologne drifting from Desir’s skin, his soft, likable skin. He urged to run a hand along the muscled arms while running his tongue along those delicious lips. He could feel Dominic’s hand creep up his thigh, creeping toward his centre. Lucius felt Dom’s hand trail gently over his member, and he felt himself go hard. Dominic grinned as he continued upward, and he dipped his fingers into Lucius’s waistband. Malfoy quickly pulled away as best he could.

“Dominic, stop it! Just tell me what you came to tell me and leave!”

“Fine. I am doing some work for Voldemort (shudder), and I need a place to stay. You see, my house is far from here, and Voldemort (another shudder) wishes me near at hand.”

“And what is it he wishes you to do?”

“I’m afraid I can’t tell you, Lucius.” He shook his head.

“Then, you do not need to be here. Go find someplace else.”

“Father?” Dominic turned around to see Draco Malfoy behind him; he saw a young version of the recent Lucius. He had the same cold grey eyes, empty of all emotions except pain and perhaps anger. His platinum blonde hair was dishevelled as was his clothing. Was the boy always this way, or did something happen to make him change, and if so what? Dominic took a step toward the boy when he heard Lucius cry,

“Draco, go back to your room!” The boy turned to go when Dom interrupted.

“No, no, no, let him stay. He’s not bothering me any. After all, the boy’s probably just curious.” He held out his hand and smiled. “He probably just wants to know who I am.” Then, Lucius scowled as he gave Dominic a wretched look as he watched Draco take a step forward, taking his hand in the demon’s, and Lucius learned one thing about demons. They never told the complete truth. Draco’s eyes rolled up toward his father’s, a quizzical look on his face, as he asked,

“Father, who is this?” The elder sighed. There was no way out of this, and Dominic was going to make sure of that.

“This is Mister Desir. He’s an old friend. Now, please, Draco, go to your room. I need to talk to him . . . alone.” Draco nodded his head, and Lucius watched as his son vanished. Once he was sure he was gone, Lucius uttered two words.

“Get out” Dominic, however, ignored his comment as he stated with a smirk in his eyes.

“You have a son. He looks so much like you.”

“Leave him alone, Dominic!”

“What happened to Mr. Desir? I bet Draco would enjoy him.”
“Leave him alone, Dominic! Leave my son the fuck alone!”

“Give me a place to stay.”

“That’s the problem,” Lucius scowled. “I don’t trust you in this house, especially now that you want to fuck my son.”

“Fine,” Dominic replied with a smirk. “I’ll be sure to tell the Dark Lord I will not be on hand, because his faithful Death Eater won’t take me in.”

“Fuck you, Dominic!”

“I told you, I would if I could, but I am here on business. Of course, something can always be arranged,” he purred, rubbing his hand over Malfoy’s chest. “Perhaps if you and I . . . “ Then, Lucius shoved him off.

“No, Dom, no. I’m married now, and you are just bad news, and you can stay as long as you swear not to touch me, my son, or my wife. You will have your bedroom and washroom, and you will be allowed in no other. Is that clear?”

“Crystal.”

“Good, now get out!”

“What? You’re taking back your word?”

“No, but I’m setting up a ‘security’ system. Come back in a week’s time.” Then, Dominic Desir bowed as he replied,

“I will do that,” and he turned around, an evil grin plastered on his face for he had already decided he would come back early, early enough to “comfort” a certain boy.