Alphas

A/N; sorry it took so long, but here it is, and it's longer than the last one if my memory serves me correctly.

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Chapter 22; No Games?


Lucius was sitting in his study trying desperately to concentrate on the rapport one of his shopkeepers but he could not seem to focus. The meeting had gone on for three hours and he was down right ready to puke, not that his colossal hangover helped the least.

“- the book sales are rocketing sky high. 56 % in increase.”

“Good.” Lucius murmured. “Good.” Mr. Peronis hooked a brow at his employer’s disinterest. This was not like the perfectionist Lucius Malfoy he had gotten to know in the past ten years. Sure enough, at first he had to cope with an energetic five-year-old running around the Manor, but he would always be intent on his work. Even when the blond terror would crawl up in his lap and make the women in the meeting ‘aaw’ at the sweetness of it all, he would just place the boy in the crook of his arm, were he would fall asleep and continue as nothing happened.

The men’s respect had also shot through the roof when they saw the care he handled his son with. When they had asked why his wife didn’t take care of the child, one of the house elves that was serving tea had popped up and said the Nacrissa was not capable of taking care of a fully grown cat, and that he would rather leave the boy with Bellatrix Lestrange in Azkaban for a week than let him spend an hour alone with that woman. Perions had been to Azkaban once and his body shuddered at the mere thought.


“Are you all right Mr. Malfoy?”

“Yes, I’m fine. Just a bit tired I presume.” He said and rose from his chair.

“Your son is not bringing you any troubles?”

“No, they’re both fine-“ Perions’ jaw dropped; Lucius had ‘two’ sons?

“What the fuck am I saying?” He sighed and stood up to pace the room once more. “Logan, my youngest, got married a month ago and his husband is pregnant. He almost lost the babies last night due to the injuries he got during the attack. They tortured him with Curcio for hours. Who the hell tortures a pregnant male?” he ranted. “Their risk of miscarriage is doubles as it is, and this was by the supposedly good guys- Order of the Phoenix- they’re meant to protect us, not kill our children!” He yelled and threw an antique vase against the silk covered walls in rage.

“The Dark Lord has never done anything like this. At least he offers a painless death!”

“Oh Merlin. Why are you here? You should be at St. Mungo’s!” Perions said, and there were hums of agreement coming from the rest of the table.

“They threw me out. Too many people, but Logan is there. Nicko is upstairs sleeping. Merlin, they even cursed a five-year-old boy. He had cuts, broken ribs and bruises all over the place. It’s times like these I know I picked the right side.” He sighed.

“You-Know-Who’s side?” Lucius didn’t say anything and leaned on the fireplace and breathed deeply. He heard the floo activate and automatically stepped away, but didn’t pay any attention and therefore wasn’t prepared when the Dark Lord stepped out and lashed onto his mouth in a soul-searing kiss. Lucius’ eyes widened in shock, as the lips he had longed after for sixteen years finally met his own. Voldemort held a hand behind his neck while the other wrapped tightly around his waist and pulled him as close as they could get. Lucius’ mind was screaming at him to break the kiss, but the effects of a decade and a half of celibacy broke loose. His body was simply on fire.

Voldemort backed them up against the table, completely oblivious of the people still sitting there, some of them his own men. When the kiss broke Lucius’ knees gave out, but he was caught before he fell by strong arms around his waist.

“Don’t play games with me. I can’t take it right now.” he pleaded as he clung to the dark haired man. His words were too low for everyone to hear but the ones closes to them caught every word.

“I’m not playing. I’m back. For real this time, all of me and I’m not leaving, I promise. No games.”

“No games?” he asked silently.

“No games.” Came resolute answer.

“Ahem.” A tentative voice sounded further down the table. “We were having a meeting, so if you could-“


“Have you lost your mind? That’s the Dark Lord you’re talking to.” Dolohov hissed. The already pale man lost he remaining colour in his face. Dolohov turned back to the couple at the head of the table with a short and courteous nod. “It’s good to have you fully back, my Lord.” He received a non-translatable and very cantankerous growl in return.

“Well, that answers your question of Mr. Malfoys loyalties.”

“Shut your trap and jump in it.” Voldemort snapped. His crimson eyes were darker than normal, with specks of deep green. The anger at their incommodious presence and his arousal showed clearly. The rest of the faces in the room went white and they all hurried out of the room.

When they were all outside, and the door closed behind them the Dark Lord pulled Lucius in of a bone-crushing hug. Tears started leaking from his eyes while he mumbled apologies between the kisses he spread out on every surface of skin he could find.

“’M sorry Luc. I’m sorry for leaving.”

“But you can remember now?” Lucius sniffed.

“Yeah, everything. And I’ve got 500 more reasons to kill Dumbledore, but first I want you. Merlin, sixteen years.”

“You think ‘you’ got it bad? You didn’t have a body to feel the frustration of it!” The only answer he received was a deep kiss and the pull of apparation. As soon as they appeared in the closest bedroom their clothes disappeared in the flash of a spell. Tom laid Lucius down on his back on the heavy dark-blue satin sheets and spread soft buttery and hungry kisses on the milky skin of his long lost lover.

Sixteen years without kisses, without a warm body next to him in his bed. Sixteen years without his memory, without a body.

“Tom, please- I -we can cuddle later. I need you-“ Tom smirked and lashed onto Luc’s neck and hoisted a strong thigh up on his hip. Lucius caught the fingers stroking his cheek in his mouth and sucked them hard. Manicured digits played with his tongue before they retreated and slipped them one by one within the hot shelter that was purely Lucius.

Lucius arched his back at the pleasurable burn, finally. Tom pumped and wiggled his fingers patiently and paid special attention to the small button he cherished so much. They had used to have a Lover’s Heartbeat. It was a spell that made the prostate throb in the same beat as the heart of his lover, but when he had lost his body the spell had been put in stasis. Before he got his memory back, he had wondered what that pulse had been, not that he had minded; it was bloody delicious.

“Merlin, you’re so tight- like our first time.” He said. “There…” Tom found the small spot he had been looking for and stroked both his lover’s favourite spot and his prostate at the same time. Before he left, he could find them in two seconds flat. He was glad to see that he still had the touch. It only took a little while before Lucius was a quivering mass of goo or rather like running water in his hands. He gripped the bed sheets in a desperate need for something to hold on to.

“Ready?”

“Mhm.” Luc nodded. His mind was too much of a mess to form a coherent sentence. Their lips met as their bodies melted together. Lucius could not remember that he had ever felt so full. Tom retreated slowly and sank back into the heated shelter, and let the pale soft thighs cradle his body. Luc could not hold back a most embarrassing mewl as the crown rubbed over his prostate.

Tom smiled at the sweet sound and rolled his hips again. He was awarded with yet another one of the most wonderful sounds he had ever heard. Never could he remember seeing Lucius so beautiful. His lips were red and full, and his cheeks were flushed a pale pink. The silvery blond hair had escaped its black velvet ribbon and was now spread out against the dark sheets. The baby fine strands had begun to curl up around the sides. He could remember playing with those locks whenever Lucius did not hide, or straighten them.

Their breaths came in heated puffs against damp skin. Even the warm air from their lungs felt cool and soothing on their burning skin.

Lucius marvelled in the feeling of Tom moving inside him and above him. He licked the beads of sweat that were rolling down the glistening tanned skin of the muscled arms holding him in a bruising tight grip. He could feel every vein of the hard erection stretched his silky insides. Merlin he had missed that. When he thought it couldn’t get any better Tom moved one of Lucius’ thighs to rest on his shoulder and increased his pace. Luc yelped at the deeper penetration and the shot of intense pleasure that accompanied it. He was sobbing openly, he felt so full.

The heated coil began to tighten in their bodies and their muscles moved on their own accord. Tom relished in the feel of hot tight walls surrounding him, the strong thighs that were clenching his body, and the nails that were buried in his shoulders. Completion came like a tsunami and destroyed everything in its wake. The sweaty bodies collapsed on the bed a ball of tangled limbs. Tom pulled the covers over them and curled himself around the love of his life.

Sixteen years their son had been missing a parent.

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A floor below; the participants of the meeting could not help but smile. They had forgotten a silencing charm. Not only did they hear every moan and mewl, but also every apology and declaration of love.

Maybe the Dark Lord wasn’t all that bad- if he could love…

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A/N; hey, now that you're done reading i can say a few things. first of all. SORRY!

second; i've made at account over at fanfiction.net and i would be so happy if you would like to read some more of my stories. *grinns hopefully* i will be posting more of my writing over there because they've got more fandoms to write in, but don't worry i won't leave my beloved AFF. this site has a special spot in my heart. (best erotica with a plot - or without *innocent face* - on the web)/ the link?

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