On The Edge

Title: On The Edge
Author: Anath de Malfoy
Pairing: Lucius/Walden Macnair
Summary: Walden Macnair loves his big sharp axe. Lucius Malfoy loves Walden\'s big sharp axe too... PWP.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: M/M slash, BDSM
Possible Spoilers: Books 1-5
Disclaimer: These characters and their associated profits belong to J.K. Rowling. When they want some real fun, they visit me.

A/N: This was inspired by the incomparable Sarah during one of our online, spontaneous RP sessions. Hugs and much worship to you, sweetie!

Seated at his imposing mahogany desk in his private study, a splendid eagle-feather quill poised elegantly in his hand, Lucius Malfoy was pretending to peruse and sign a stack of parchment documents in front of him. The subtle glow of several gold-tinted globe lamps illuminated his cascade of silver-blond hair, and the reassuring crackle of a superb blaze filled the grand black me fie fireplace.

A smile of amusement and barely repressed anticipation played about Lucius\' lips as he heard the door open softly and saw his lover, Walden Macnair, enter the room. Walden was dressed in his favourite dragon-hide boots and pants, his executioner\'s axe slid into his wide leather belt. The tall, powerful man\'s muscular chest was bare, and glinting with the merest light shimmer of sweat. From the way Macnair moved and the dark sensual gaze he cast towards Lucius, it was obvious that he was aroused. Lucius kept his eyes upon the parchment before him, but his own cock was throbbing with a sudden lustful ache. His son Draco was away at school, and his wife Narcissa was in Hogsmeade with friends for the entire weekend. With the rather insignificant exception of the house-elves and the portraits, Lucius and Walden had the whole of Malfoy Manor to themselves. Nobody who counted would be able to see the ferocity of the two men rutting, or hear Lucius scream. Lucius loved to scream for Walden, loved to feel his pride give way for those few delectable moments of climax as Walden plunged into him without mercy, forcing his length and thickness deliciously against Lucius\' prostate. It was all Lucius could do to maintain his cool demeanour, his façade of icy control as Macnair\'s nearness made his pulse quicken with excitement. He wondered what exquisite degradation his magnificent, sadistic lover would inflict upon him this time. Would Lucius be collared, forced to crawl at Macnair\'s feet and lick his boots? Would there be scalding potions splashed across his skin, or the Cruciatus curse cast upon him as he writhed on the floor? Perhaps he would be whipped or burned, or cut, or even pissed upon. Lucius\' heart hammered against his ribs as he suppressed a shiver. Walden was glorious beyond compare when his brutality was roused...

Lucius struggled not to be distracted by the intoxicating musky scent of his lover\'s body or the enticing swell of his biceps as the larger, stronger man bent over him and possessively began to caress the silky tumble of his radiant tresses. He held the quill determinedly, a little too securely so as not to betray himself with a trembling hand, dipped it in ink and inscribed his signature in graceful loops upon the page. Macnair made a low rumble of displeasure deep in his throat as Lucius continued to feign ignoring him. Lucius smiled craftily, turning his gaze at last upon Macnair and announcing haughtily, \"Can you not see how busy I am, Walden? I\'ve got no time for your depraved little games tonight. There\'s work to be done, too much of it, I\'m afraid...\"

Macnair snarled. \"Don\'t toy with me, Lucius. I can see from here that you\'re hard for me. You\'re a common whore, just like a bitch in heat, for all your hoity-toity ways... your \"work\" can wait.\" He grasped a handful of Lucius\' hair and twisted the other man\'s head towards him viciously, scattering the parchment pages upon the floor with his other hand. \"This nancy-boy stuff isn\'t real work anyway. Perhaps I should show you some of my work, you snooty, stuck-up Malfoy...\"

Lucius was about to say that he had seen enough dangerous beasts getting their heads lopped off in his time, thank you very much, but the cold, formidable gleam in Walden\'s eyes made Lucius hold his tongue. His gaze unwavering, his grip on Lucius\' hair still taut, Macnair pulled the axe from his belt. The firelight glinted menacingly on the meticulously honed and sharpened blade. Lucius could not look away from the weapon, even if he had wanted to. It was inexorable, beautiful and terrifying, just like the man who wielded it so expertly.

Macnair smirked. \"Do you like my axe, lover?\" he whispered chillingly. Lucius found himself biting his lower lip until he tasted blood, his breath coming in quick bursts before he was able to gasp out softly, almost inaudibly, \"Yes...\"

Walden uttered a dangerous laugh as he gently released Lucius\' hair and laid the cutting edge of the blade against the side of the blond man\'s neck. Lucius kept his eyes fixed on Walden, allowing a slight shudder to flow through his tense frame before leaning towards the blade, stretching his neck in surrender against it. Macnair almost purred in approval, rocking his hips nearer to Lucius, his erection at full stand and leaking.

\"You like the way that feels, my beauty?\" Macnair hissed, lightly pushing the blade against Lucius\' exposed skin. Lucius gave a small moan, raising his own hips slightly, letting his voice tremble just a little as he answered, \"Yes...master.\"

Walden ached with desire as he heard his lover\'s submissive tone. \"How exactly does it make you feel, Lucius?\" he murmured, sensual and ominous, pressing the blade harder against the blond\'s skin - not hard enough to cause permanent damage or severe pain, but drawing forth a slender rivulet of blood. Lucius closed his eyes raptly, and replied in the same low, subservient tone of voice, \"Helpless, master. It makes me feel... helpless.\"

Macnair found himself breathing shallowly; his blooazedazed in his veins like a river of flame. This gorgeous blond slut was just too delicious. Seemingly docile in his self-abasement before the man he called his master, but in control throughout it all, winding invisible chains around Macnair\'s cock, his heart, his very soul with that all-surpassing beauty and the sweetness of assumed deference. Despite their carefully crafted and scripted roles for making love, with Walden dominating and Lucius giving in to the lascivious demands of the executioner, Lucius owned Walden absolutely, had him bound in thrall so completely it was almost an enchantment cast without a wand.

\"Helpless, you say?\" Macnair rumbled menacingly. He leaned down and kissed the top of Lucius\' blond head, keeping the blade held steady as he whispered in his lover\'s ear, \"As helpless as a condemned man kneeling before the block, full of the fear of death but aroused because I\'m holding this axe above you? Knowing that the thought of chopping your head off makes me hard enough to come in my pants? Tell me, Lucius, have you ever touched yourself at night, thinking of what it would be like to become my victim?\"

Lucius gasped and trembled, more with increasing desire than terror of the blade\'s edge at his neck. \"Yes, master, so many times I\'ve touched myself and dreamed of you, of this...\"

Macnair moaned. Slowly he drew the blade away from Lucius\' skin and held the lower part of the axe-handle against his beloved\'s lips. \"Kiss it, lover,\" Walden snarled. \"Worship it with your mouth. Lick it, and get it nice and wet. Since you say you like my axe so much, I think the two of you should get... closer.\" He gave another chilling laugh as Lucius began to kiss and tongue the handle, first tentatively and then avidly. As the blond wizard lavished his attentions upon the weapon, Macnair slyly drew his wand and Transfigured Lucius\' inkwell into a jar of oil. Saliva was not going to be sufficient lubrication for what the executioner had in mind.

Satisfied that Lucius had shown enough adoration to the axe, Walden pulled it away and ordered the blond to his feet. \"Strip for me, my beauty,\" Macnair growled lecherously. \"Nice and slowly. Show me everything, just like the whore you are...\"

Lucius obeyed him willingly, rising and shedding his clothes as sensually as a courtesan. Exposing every inch of his slim, finely toned form to the appraising gaze of Macnair, who growled again in longing, his body on fire for the glorious naked blond.

Macnair\'s breath was coming in ragged pants; his heart was racing. \"Bend over the desk, slut,\" he commanded, pouring some oil from the jar he had created moments before and liberally smearing it over the handle of the axe. \"I want to see that gorgeous arse of yours, wide open and ready for me. You\'re mine, bitch, and I\'ll do whatever I want to you, fuck you however I choose...\"

Uttering something between a moan and a sob, Lucius complied, leaning forward over his desk and parting his buttocks, allowing Macnair a perfect view of the puckered entrance to his vulnerable, needing channel. Macnair could not help but moan again, his lust even more inflamed at the delectable sight. Gripping the handle of his axe just below the head, Walden slowly began to push the handle\'s end against the clenched ring of muscle.

Lucius cried out in shock and a sudden burst of pleasure so intense it was almost pain. He grasped the edge of the desk with tense fingers to keep himself from falling, knuckles blanched, as the lubricated handle began to slowly, teasingly, slide in and out of him. He had never been so stretched and lusciously violated; the blunt end of the weapon opening and filling him felt so exquisitely demeaning, as if he were no more than an object to be taken and used by Macnair at will. His inner muscles parted slickly at the handle\'s every thrust, and the pressure against his prostate sent shudders of rapture through him as he lifted his hips, wordlessly begging for more. He could hear Macnair\'s harsh breathing, could smell the blazing sweat and white-hot wanton need of the executioner as Lucius raised his body to take in more of the axe-handle. Again and again Lucius surrendered as he felt the implement slide into him, claiming him as the executioner\'s wildly willing slave.

\"Come for me, Lucius,\" Macnair gasped raggedly as he began to carefully speed up his thrusting. \"I want to see you come like this, as my victim, powerless and defenceless, with my axe rammed up your arse!\"

Lucius could not hold back his cries of ecstasy and submission any longer. Screaming Walden\'s name, he came hard against the desk, his seed almost torn from deep inside him, totally at the mercy of the man he loved more than his own life. As Walden gently pulled the axe from Lucius and laid it aside, the blond wizard fell to his knees in one graceful, fluid movement and unfastened the executioner\'s leather trousers. He took Walden\'s wet-tipped erection in his mouth before the executioner even had time to speak, deep-throating it with tenderness and skill, each sensual movement of his lips and tongue sheathing Macnair\'s hardness in velvet moisture and heat. Beset by such delicious torture as this, Walden could not help but climax, crying out his love for Lucius as he convulsed with pleasure and his fingers tightened in the kneeling man\'s pale hair.

His body bathed in perspiration as saline and sweet as that of his lover, Walden hoisted Lucius into his brawny arms, carrying the blond into the master bedroom and laying him down upon the luxurious silk-covered bed. Kissing his face, his lips, his chest, suckling voraciously yet lovingly upon his nipples, showering him with caresses that conveyed his reverence, his passion. Lucius reached out and embraced his lover, drawing him upwards and smiling against his lips before their mouths flowed open, tongues entwined.

Neither man needed to speak aloud of love. Their bond to one another was more sacred than a marriage vow, blood-deep, etched into their souls by pleasures keener than a blade.

~ Fin.