Cold Hands, Dark Heart

Title: Cold Hands, Dark Heart
Author: Anath de Malfoy
Pairing: Lucius/Dementor\'s Hand, Lucius/Walden Macnair
Summary: Lucius and Walden enjoy playing Master and slave games. Tonight, Walden gives these games a darker edge...
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: M/M slash, implied BDSM, high squick rating, masturbation.
Possible Spoilers: Books 1-5 (mostly Book 3 as this is set in the POA timeline)
Disclaimer: All characters and profits belong to J.K. Rowling. This stuff I do purely for the fun of it.

Lucius stretched languorously on the rich dark velvet of his counterpane, his hands securely manacled to the bedposts. He could barely conceal a delicious shudder at the thought of what Walden might have planned for this evening. The executioner of dangerous beasts was consummately skilled in drawing forth raptures and agonies beyond mere mortal knowledge; although thought a savage, bestial madman by many, Macnair was an artist with the whip, the blade, and any form of torture that could be named. Pain and degradation became a decadent bliss beneath the expert hands of Walden; that was the reason why Lucius submitted to him and no other. Lucius preferred to dominate in his sexual encounters with other men (with the exception of the nights she had spent with Lucius conceiving son and heir Draco, who was currently away at school, his wife Narcissa preferred to enjoy discreet sensual encounters with gorgeous ladies), but to the brutal yet inventive Macnair he was a willing, if sometimes insolently provocative slave.

\"Do get on with it, Walden,\" Lucius drawled tauntingly, his eyes gleaming with elation as he felt a stinging blow from the executioner\'s hard hand crack across his face. Macnair was so attractive when enraged...

\"Remember your place, slut, and call me \'Master\' when you\'re bound,\" Macnair snarled coldly. \"I\'ll have to punish you for both your impudence and your impatience, my beauty...\"

The hot wax spilled from a candle flame onto Lucius\' bare chest, and roughly peeled off again the very moment that it cooled felt most delectable indeed, but Lucius craved much more. And he figured that a little more teasing impertinence would bring about the desired result.

\"That hardly hurt at all, \'Master\',\" Lucius sneered, the last word a barely disguised insult. \"Losing your touch, are you? I may have to pull a few strings and get some of the old crowd released from Azkaban... I\'d be willing to bet a few Galleons that they\'ll be nice and bloodthirsty after years trapped in that hellhole!\"

Macnair\'s eyes blazed with fury. Lucius could not resist a small triumphant smile; now he would surely receive the long, hard flogging he had been aching for. But instead, Macnair himself smiled, his expression dark and sinister as he slowly intoned, \"So, my spirited little whore, it\'s Azkaban you want, is it? Well then, it\'s Azkaban you\'ll get...\"

Lucius suddenly felt very alarmed. He was not sure if he liked the new menacing tone in his lover\'s voice at all. \"What on earth - ?\" he started to say, but stopped as a sudden fearful chill gripped him at the sight of what Walden was inviting into the room.

A Dementor.

Lucius knew from his son\'s letters that there were Dementors guarding Hogwarts School against the escaped prisoner Sirius Black, but how in the world had Walden managed to bring one of the ghastly creatures to Malfoy Manor? Leaning over the pinioned man and stroking his tumbling light blond hair, Macnair answered Lucius\' unspoken question with a whispered, \"You\'re not the only one who has connections and can pull strings, my pet...\"

The bound man\'s blood pounded in his veins with dread, but strangely he did not feel the soul-rending despair that a Dementor\'s presence typically evoked. Some kind of inhibiting spell cast on the vile creature by Macnair, perhaps? Walden\'s threatening smile grew broader as he hissed, \"I\'ve got our friend here charmed, my precious, so he won\'t be giving you any of his pretty little kisses... but there\'s plenty of other fun he can have with you. I won\'t be laying a hand on you at all tonight, but I can\'t say the same for him at all...\"

The Dementor glided closer, and Lucius saw its skeletal hand emerge from beneath the dark material that enshrouded it, cold rotted flesh and scant bone ghosted over the smooth pallor of his skin, now damp with the sudden onset of a cold sweat. It was all that Lucius could do not to shriek aloud in terror as the hand moved slowly down towards his naked loins.

\"By Salazar, Macnair, if you don\'t get this thing away from me...\" Lucius tried to threaten, but his ever-growing apprehension made his voice quaver as the almost fleshless fingers began to tenderly caress the outlines of his cock and balls. The touch of the grisly being felt strangely sensual; the fingertips were as skilled as Walden\'s own as they moved carefully up and down Lucius\' shaft, which was hardening despite the fear gnawing in the pit of the blond wizard\'s belly.

\"But Lucius, I don\'t think he wants to go away... and from the look of things you don\'t want him to leave either,\" Macnair taunted, stepping aside to achieve a better view as the emaciated fingers strayed lower still, sliding towards the delicate skin of Lucius\' entrance. Lucius finally did utter a sharp cry then, and clamped his thighs together, attempting to repel the invader. But Macnair, a vicious scowl twisting his face, pulled out his wand and cast several swift spells, causing the shackkles to suddenly release their grip, Lucius\' body to swivel around so his most hidden orifice was within the Dementor\'s reach, and his legs to jerk violently apart and remain rigidly in place.

\"You\'re going to let him in, Lucius, like it or not,\" Macnair growled. \"You belong to me, you uppity blond bitch, and I\'ll give you to whoever or whatever I please. And that includes this Dementor. For the next few moments, he will be your Master - if you try and resist him, I might decide to remove the charm he\'s under! I\'m just going to stand here and watch... and of course, enjoy...\"

Unable even to struggle, Lucius lay helpless yet inexplicably aroused as he felt the Dementor\'s fingertip press against the pucker of his vulnerable opening. The intruding digit seemed somehow wet and clammy, and it was this ghastly preternatural fluid that eased the Dementor\'s passage into Lucius. The blond wizard moaned, half in fear tinged by humiliation and half in pleasure; the bony fingertip seemed to flex and arch within him, searching for the sensitivity of his prostate, finding it, and delicately teasing its nearly fleshless point across that sweet spot in a motion so heavenly that Lucius almost sobbed aloud. It was wrong, so very wrong, but Gods it was exquisite, the creature slowly fucking him with its spiny, jointed finger and Macnair\'s breathing becoming harder and more laboured with each moment as he unzipped his leather pants and began to stroke his own massively swollen cock in rhythm with the Dementor\'s thrusts inside his blond beloved. Lucius found himself gasping for breath as the finger probed deep, sending him to the darkest parts of Heaven or Hell or wherever this dreadful, beautiful apparition had been engendered, and he came in white-hot spurts. Although it was the Dementor\'s caress that had brought him to this unearthly rapture, it was Macnair\'s name he found himself screaming at the last second of his blissfully agonising climax, hearing the answering roar of his own name torn from the throat of the dominant wizard as he too reached his ecstasy.

Lucius lay there, panting and dazed for several minutes; he did not even see the Dementor glide out of the room the same way it had entered, or Macnair cast another spell to free his frozen legs. He regained his senses cradled close against his lover\'s broad chest, and felt a tender kiss upon his perspiration-dampened forehead.

\"Such a hot little slut, a prefect slave,\" Walden whispered. \"That\'s why I worship you, Lucius Malfoy - you can take absolutely anything at all...\"

Lucius did not answer, merely drawing his lover\'s head down for a deep, sensuous kiss, but inside he glowed with more pride than he had ever felt before. He had indeed endured much tonight, more than he had thought humanly possible, and increased Macnair\'s devotion and respect for him by a hundredfold.

Although he would die rather than admit it aloud to anyone, Lucius was greatly looking forward to the next lusciously fearsome act of love that Walden would devise...

~ Fin.