Reminiscence

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Lucius was in ecstasy and he hadn´t even gone around to the actual fucking yet. He was surprised that sounds and smells stimulated him as much as the actual sensory perception of touch. His sexual horizon up to this point had consisted of sex in an arranged marriage, which was more polite than passionate, and the rapes in the sevice of the Dark Lord - caused by duty and used to prove oneself.

Constantine Montague, his head forcefully stuffed between Evan Rosiers arse cheeks, made the most delightful slurping and gagging noises. It filled Lucius with an amused satisfaction to watch this hypocritical homophobic doormat getting his just desserts. Literally.

"Rosier, my dear brother in arms, judging by Constanine´s gagging noises the man needs to draw a fresh breath of air!"

Montague made a movement as if to pull away but Lucius grip on his neck never ceased.

"I think its time to give him what he so clearly desires."

Rosier chuckled breathlessly, having found delight in Lucius´ game and the knowledge that he was in a better position than Montague by far. As slowly as he could he began to release the dammed up gases from his orifice. Montague´s body went stiff with the effort not to vomit and he retched without pause now. He seemed to have stopped breathing after it first dawned on him what lay in store for him. His facial colour changed to a furious flaming purple, his whole body shuddered as he refused to inhale the foul scent.

"Tut tut, Constantine, what would our master say to your pitiful performance? You should face your orders like a man otherwise one might think you are a little pansy", sniggered Lucius, before a deep rumbling laugh escaped his throat.
Their cautious audience allowed themselves to titter excitedly.

Montague, by now shaking all over, took a deep desperate breath and promtly vomited violently. If not for Lucius pulling Constantines´ head back and a squeaking Rosier leaping forward, Montague´s sick would have hit the arse in front of him.

Lucius didn´t need time to summon anger, as he usually needed to perform the Cruciatus. The curse hit a still vomiting Montague right between the eyes and caused him to errupt into gurgling screames.
Watching the writhing form of the lower-ranking Death Eater hatefully, Lucius snarled, " Crabbe! Goyle! Flint! I want you to take care of this pitiful excuse of a Death Eater! Show the scum what awaits those who don´t obey orders to my satisfaction! The Dark Lord is waiting. I don´t have time to draw this out."
With mutters of approval the other dark men levitated Montague´s soiled form to an adjacent room.

Lucius flicked his wand irritated to vanish the mess the unworthy creature had made and drew a long calming breath. He then let his eyes fall to an squatting Rosier who looked not longer sure of the merits of this game. He sighted. He had not lied to the others - he HAD to get this over quickly. Although not at all averse of raping Muggles or traitor scum, Lucius still refrained from violently forcing fellow Death Eaters to buggery if he could help it. Rosier, in particular, had never done something to really annoy him. He had gotten into this position merely by the circumstance, that the virility potion Lucius had taken needed something more than the takers right hand and - well - Rosier HAD the nicest arse of the lot. So, Lucius did what he would not be caught at in different conditions - he chose to appease Rosier with his most soothing voice and to fight the urge, to just take him, a little longer.

"I know, these are not the most romantic of circumstances, Evan. You know we have to report to the Dark Lord in time and that the outcome will not be made nicer if I arrive there in my current condition. I apologize for what I ask from you. I know, this is not what you signed up for but lets not make this any harder than it already is." Rosier chuckled weakly and Lucius responded with a faint smile.

"Did you ever ..." Lucius coughed embarassed. He couln´t believe he was having a "girl-talk" with Rosier of all people, the man who had fucked another man to death not half an hour ago, joking all the time.

"Uuum, no. But I trust you to make this good for both of us," grinned Rosier, getting on all fours again and wiggling his arse seductively.



TBC


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I apologize for the shortness of this chapter. Reviews are very much appreciated, as they really make my day. No kidding. Feel also free to criticize grammar and spelling errors. I am in dire need of a beta.