Wicked Game

“It’s when Heaven turns to black, Hell to white, right to wrong, and wrong to right.”
--H.I.M., Love Metal, Beyond Redemption


A week had passed when Lucius Malfoy heard the dreaded knock on the door. His stomach churned as he slowly started for the door. Why the hell was he doing this? Why the hell was he letting Dominic back into his life? Why the hell was he letting torture step into his home, letting a threat enter, a threat toward his family: his wife, his son, himself? What if he didn’t have enough willpower to hold Dominic off? What if he gave all of himself to the beast? Lucius breathed in deeply, readying himself for the obstacle ahead. He took those last few steps and opened the door. Dominic stood there, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. He wore another pair of tight black jeans with red thread sewn into them and a satin scarlet red shirt that brought out his highlights. It was so tight, however, that it left little to the imagination. Finishing the outfit was, of course, his black boos, which left Lucius wondering if the man had ever worn a pair of tennis shoes. Hell, he wondered if he had even thought about wearing them. Desir turned his head to the Malfoy, bringing those wondrous eyes in Lucius’s vision, as he said,

“Bonjour. Now, where am I to be staying? I’m hoping I get to share a room, but I doubt that.” Lucius scowled, his eyes narrowing, as he spat,

“The only person you will be sharing a room with is your ego.” Then, Lucius Malfoy began to storm off, motioning for his tormentor to follow. Why was this happening to him? Did God have something against him? Probably, but that was beside the point. Anyway, of all the punishments He could have dished out, why did He have to choose Dominic? Lucius sighed as he continued through the winding corridors until he stopped in front of a fine oak door. Taking out a key, Lucius stuck it in the lock as he cried,

“This is where you will be staying. Nowhere else, and to be sure, I will keep the key. Have a nice stay.” That’s when Draco passed them, right when the pureblood was about to shut Dom into his prison. Draco stared, slightly awed at what he was seeing, when he muttered,

“Mr. Desir, I didn’t think I would be seeing you again.” Dom smiled at Malfoy as he replied,

“Please, call me Dominic, or if you prefer, Dom.”

“All right, Mister, I mean, Dominic.” Lucius scowled as his eyes shifted from Dominic to Draco and ordered,

“Draco, go to your room. Dominic and I are busy.”

“How come you keep sending me away every time we try to talk? I mean, if you hate him so much, why are you even bothering to let him stay?” Next, Lucius’s hand rushed through the still air, slapping across his son’s face, as he screamed,

"Don’t you ever challenge my ways! Never, and I don’t want you to ever even think about disobeying me! You have done enough of that as it is!” Then, Dominic rushed forward, grabbing the father’s wrist, as he demanded,

“Leave him be.” Lucius pulled away, his cold eyes narrowed in anger, as he spat,

“Don’t you dare tell me how to treat my son. You may be staying here, but you are not to interfere in my personal business. Stay away from me, Dom. Stay away from my wife, and defiantly stay away from my son!” Then, his eyes shifted back to the younger. He grabbed hold of the boy’s arm and started off before adding, “We’ll talk later, Desir.”



Lucius shoved Draco into his room and watched him stumble to the floor. He stalked toward the frightened boy with his hand raised as he screamed,

“You bloody little smeg! I don’t know what the hell you are trying to pull, but I am warning you now, you had better stop while it is still safe, because, my dear boy, that cliff is drawing closer, and Desir won’t help you back up. No, he won’t, but he will give you that push that sends you stumbling.”

“You’re just saying that, because you no longer have control.” All of a sudden, Lucius threw the gamin into the wall, his lips drawn back in a snarl. He crawled over the body, pinning it, as he growled,

“Do not disillusion yourself. You know very well I still hold the leash. The collar just needs tightening.” Draco looked up at his father, only to see eyes that matched his own, cold and alone. He wondered if his father really loved him. He wondered if he had wanted him at all. He wondered if he had wanted a son or an heir. Draco struggled underneath the body, trying to remain strong, but he couldn’t help the way his body quaked, or the way his eyes flickered around the room for some sort of escape. “Aw. . . .” he father sneered. “Is my ickle son scared? But you should have known that this would have happened, or did you think Desir would protect you?”

“Why do you hate him, Father? Why do you blame everything wrong in your life on him?”

“That is none of your business, and sticking your nose in it will add to your punishment. Crucio!” and the long, agonizing screams that escaped Draco’s maw lasted for several lengthy hours.




Lucius Malfoy tucked his wand into his pocket and made his way down the corridor. He pulled out his key and unlocked the wooden gate, stepped inside, and closed it behind him.

“Dominic,” he called, his silver eyes darting around the bedroom, when suddenly, the incubus stepped out of the shadows, making him seem as if he was spawned from the darkness itself. “Dominic, we need to talk.”

“Obviously, else you probably wouldn’t be here.” Then, he stepped into the light, using its advantage to bring out his greatest aspects, making him look like some Dark angel. Lucius felt his throat go dry and his manhood perk as he watched Desir stalk toward him. He watched the way his hips rolled in that perfect rhythm so that it was hypnotizing. He watched as that god moved toward him and brushed his body against his.

“Desir, I- I-“ Lucius stammered. “G-get off of me.”

“No,” he purred against his skin. “I want to make a deal with you. I’ll leave Draco alone if you produce a favour for me,” and he stroked his hand along Malfoy’s member. Lucius felt his hips thrusting against that hand as he began to ponder Why does he have this effect on me? Why do I always feel as if I am losing control? Lucius, you cannot give yourself to him. I might as well. We both know I won’t survive, and I can at least protect Draco this way. Then, Lucius nodded his head and wrapped his arms around the man’s neck, pulling him closer. Dominic then started kissing along the man’s neck and lifted up on the shirt, determined to rush to the climax. Meanwhile, Lucius let his own hands creep along Desir’s chest, his fingertips playing along the median. Suddenly, he felt his clothing being pulled off, and he dropped back to make it easier for the man. Finally, his torso was bare, and Dominic Desir reached out to brush his flesh along Lucius’s happy trail until he had to stop due to obstacles. He kissed along the pecs as he flung his own shirt off, and his nipples became hard as they were brought into the cool air.

Lucius Malfoy ran a hand over the perked objects, and he herded the incubus toward the bed, pushing him down on it. He dragged his tongue down the centre of that beautiful body, letting his tongue wag underneath the pants’ band. His fingers danced along the zipper pull and yanked it down. After that, he managed the button out of its hole, and he saw it. He saw the twitching prick rising toward the heavens, and Lucius felt his own hardened even more, begging for release in his own jeans. He fumbled with his own zipper and brought it down as quickly as possible. Next, he started on his undergarments, and he gravitated them quickly, releasing his cock into the air. Dominic reached up to grab the piece above him, squeezing it roughly. Lucius let out a gasp of pleasure as his hips began to rock forward once again. He felt Dominic’s hand feel him in a variety of harsh strokes. His thumb rolled along Lucius’s head, digging into the slit. A low groan escaped him as he felt the hand rush down hi shaft once again. Why did Dom have to be so pleasurable? He should be hating this, regretting this.

Then, he shifted his position, letting his penis slide out of the pleasing hand. Lucius got to his knees, crawling toward the demon, and his silver orbs gazed over his elongated piece. He touched it lightly, his mind still not able to accept this was happening, when he took the beauty to his maw. Lucius slowly crept down the rod, slowly taking in more, until he no longer could. He sucked what he had and massaged the remaining part, making sure he would get pleasure throughout the whole thing, when he was suddenly interrupted,

“And I thought you would have stopped sucking his dick by now.” Lucius popped out the rod and looked toward the now-open door only to see his old lover, Damion Flieder.