Wicked Game

“Like Holy water, it only burns you faster than you’ll ever dry.”
-Velvet Revolver, Contraband, Slither

Lucius Malfoy scrambled out of the bed, the sheets twisting around his ankles. Suddenly, he fell to the ground, and he heard Dom’s mocking laughter. He glared at him while he rose to his feet. His eyes flickered over to the newcomer, his mouth opening and closing much like a dying fish out of water. It had been so long since he had seen him. Hell, he was surprised that he was seeing him, and he felt like a fool for simply staring at the German, when he scoffed,

“Close your mouth, and get your fucking pants on.” Lucius did one of the commands, but he still couldn’t stop gazing at the creature. His muscles had broadened, making him seem much older and much more sultry. The German had grown his hair out, and he had it held back I a tight pigtail, making his eyes even more distinct. Those eyes, God, the way the brilliant blue faded into a soft lavender so that he seemed almost angelic in a sense. Not the greatest quality in his culture, but what they did to the human soul was unbelievable. They made his knees shake, and his heart would pound, quickly accelerating until Lucius could hear the wretched sound of it echoing through the room. He let his tongue slip over his cracked lips, trying to moisten them, when he finally replied.

“Damion, what are you– what are you doing here?”

“Vell,” the German answered. “I vos actually hoping ve could fix past differences, but now I can see that’s not going to happen,” and he turned to leave. Lucius, however, grabbed his arm, stopping the foreigner, as he pleaded,

“Damion, please you don’t understand. I did this to protect Draco. I did this to protect my son!”

“I really don’t see how getting on your knees vould shield him from harm.” Lucius glanced back at the incubus, his hands wringing in worry, and after a long silence, he finally answered,

“Dom said he would leave Draco alone if I produced a ‘favour’ for him.”

“And you actually believed him?” Flieder screamed. “You actually believed that he vould keep his vord?”

“What else was I supposed to do? Just let him have his way with him? I’ve seen the way his eyes gazed over Draco like he was a piece of meat. I can’t kick him out. The Dark Lord wouldn’t let me, and I don’t think he would fancy me harming him either. Tell me, Damion, what else could I do?”

“I don’t know,” he remarked with a shrug. “But there had to be something better than this,” and without letting Lucius have another word, he stormed out, slamming the door behind him. Lucius stared at the now-empty spot, his mind reeling with what just happened when he heard a small cough behind him. Malfoy quickly turned around to face the demon, his cold eyes sparked with an angry life.

“You fucking bastard! I ought to kill you right now. I could have had him back! I could have been with him again!”

“And tell me, what would have happened to your dear wife? Would she haven been discarded now that you were with a past-time love? Also, as I recall, ,you were the one that dropped your drawers. I rodded you to do it, but you were the one to actually do the deed and of your own free will. Do not blame me for your actions.”

“Why not? If it wasn’t for you, Damion and I would still be together! All of this, all of it, is your fault!”

“It’s my fault? It’s my fault that you two didn’t forgive each other for your deeds?”

“The deeds that you invoked. You meant to drive us apart simply because I hadn’t given myself to you.”

“You would have if Flieder hadn’t walked in, and you want to know why you would have given in? You gave in because you doubted him. You doubted if he really loved you or not, and I knew you doubted him, and took advantage of that.”

“You bastard! You fucking ruined my life just because you wanted to get laid!” Suddenly, Malfoy lunged himself at the beast, and in those few seconds. Dominic’s hair grew, and his azure eyes turned to a coal black. Of course, Lucius had already seen all this before. However, as the creature flung the pureblood into the wall, a new feature sprung from him. As his great wings unleashed themselves from Desir’s back, onyx horns slowly twisted from his forehead. Lucius’s lip trembled while the demon glared down at him. He could feel the breath hot against his skin, and he growled,

“You dare try to attack me. You dare try to hurt me!” Then, he slammed the man against the wall, his features twisted in a threatening glare, and the victim whimpered under his pressured grip.

“I’m sorry. I won’t do it again. I swear,” and Dom released him and replied with,

“I know you won’t, because who knows what will happen if you threaten me again.”



Lucius roamed the hallways, his mind in conflict between anger and fear. He couldn’t believe what happened, what was happening, when he saw Damion. He opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted.

“I don’t need to hear your excuses, Lucius.”

“Damion, please, I was only trying to protect my son. He means nothing to me.”

“Really?” he remarked. “He never meant anything to you? So you cheated on me simply for a fucking lay?!”

“Don’t yell at me about that! Nothing happened!”

“Only because I walked in on you!”

“Shut up, Damion! Just shut up! As I recall, you were the one that actually shagged him. You were the reason we broke up.”

“I vos the reason? Hah! Ve both know voo really split us apart. Ve both know voo caused all of our doubts. I loved you, Lucius, and I still do. I had pushed those false doubts out of my mind, but ven I valked in on that, all those distrusts came flooding back. You know, I hated myself since that day. I hated myself more than I hated him. I came here to ask your forgiveness so I’ll see if I get it and leave.” Malfoy waited a few more moments, making sure the German was done, and, suddenly, he leaped into the other’s arms and smacked his lips against the other’s, smiling.

“Of course, I forgive you. I love you, Damion.” He couldn’t believe it. They were finally going to forgive each other after all these years. They were finally going to rid themselves of all the anger and doubt they had held in their hearts. Damion looked up at Lucius, his arms still clasped around the body, when he muttered,

“I love you, too,” and he slipped his lips onto Lucius’s and produced a kiss so sweet and passionate that Venus, herself, would have trouble matching it. His hands ran through that pallid hair, clasping it tight, as he brought the Malfoy closer until he felt his back hit the wall. Suddenly, Lucius pulled away and flicked out his tongue, letting it drape down the man’s neck. Flieder let out a small gasp. After a few more swirls of the tongue, Lucius got to his knees, lifted up shirt, and began kissing along his stomach, leaving small spots of saliva along the pallid skin. He let his tongue flick out a few times, playing along the indent of Damion’s bellybutton.

Suddenly, Flieder pulled off his shirt so that it was easier for Lucius to trek along him. The cold lips were enough for him to throw his head back and release a few choppy gasps. Lucius could feel his hands drape along his back as they tugged at his own shirt, determined to disrobe the male. The latter sat up and slowly fingered one of its buttons, and with a teasing look on his face, he popped it out. Damion leaned back, obviously enjoying the show, in more than just mind.

Finally, after his slow torment, the top fell to the floor, and soon after, the pureblood started on his jeans, which seemed to only intensify the bulge in the other man’s. He heard the button pop, and he slowly wiggled out of them, showing white silk boxers. Of course, those soon followed the jeans and shirt on the floor, leaving him in the complete nude. Next, Damion unbuttoned his own pants, wriggling out of them as quickly as he could, and while all this was going on, the Malfoy rolled his fingertips along his thickened prick. Flieder then grabbed hold of himself, groping and grinding, as he watched Lucius’s hips start to roll. His hand squeezed his rod, for he was not able to wait for Lucius. His hormones were racing at the speed of light, causing his hand to quicken as he watched the pureblood stalk closer. Then, a few moments later, Damion Flieder felt Malfoy’s digits dancing across his piece. He let go of it, letting his hands slide along the man’s ass.

He could feel the constant pressure of the hand against his pulsing utensil, and his hips thrusted forward to meet it. Lucius let his thumb roll across the head, and he let it slide into the slit. Next, he returned to his knees and took it to his maw. His tongue swirled around it, and that caused a series of sounds to escape the German’s throat.

“Lucius,” he gasped, grabbing hold of the blonde hair, bringing him closer and deeper. Suddenly, Lucius made a small grunt as the tip hit the back of his throat. However, he went right back to his play. He licked down the shaft in sultry strokes, and he brought his hands behind Damion, letting his fingers dance along the rectum’s opening. He pushed two of his digits into it, and Flieder released a small hiss. His face was contracted with slight pain, but that slowly faded away as Lucius wiggled his fingers inside and found the spot. He could feel it twitch inside his jaws every time he hit it, and Lucius Malfoy let out a small chuckle at the voluptuous torment. Damion tugged harder at the hair, causing Malfoy to gag again. Next, the latter slipped another finger into the pickled hole. The victim made another small noise, and his hips thrusted upward. Lucius’s tongue slurped around it again, and Flieder’s eyes rolled back. Then, he felt the hot jets escape him.

After the long spurts had ended, Lucius backed his head, and spat the contents on the floor. How in the hell had he actually swallowed that stuff when he was younger? Mentally, he shook his head, chasing away the thought, before moving his fingers again. Damion made another sound and his hips started to roll. Rambling whispers escaped him, and his eyes pleaded for it to continue, and, of course, the Malfoy gave him his wish. The digits exited the rectum, but soon after, something took their place. His penis, heavy with lust, was already oozing pre-come as it slithered toward the cavity until the head was against it. The hardened probe gently forced its way inside, widening its entryway, and it became enveloped in darkness and blood. Suddenly, another small sound fled the foreign throat as that desire-filled item crawled through the light-deprived tunnel. Malfoy’s hips lunged toward the other’s, bringing the serpent within even deeper. It started slow, but in no time at all, the pace had become expeditious, and heavy pants escaped both of them. He continued the pattern until it had become a constant rhythm. Grunts, moans, and squeals filled the air, and sweat glistened on their pale skins. The constantness of it seemed to go on for hours yet was only some minutes. Suddenly, Lucius ejected his own seed into the body, releasing himself of that lust that had been trapped in him so long.

Then, with a low grunt, and a wet pop, Malfoy pulled himself out of Flieder and dropped to the floor. He seemed exhausted beyond belief, but a pure joy filled his body, and as he held Damion Flieder in his arms, he knew that he never wanted to let go.