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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,364
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Title: True
Author: Anath de Malfoy
Pairing: Voldemort/Lucius
Summary: 320-word drabble; young Lucius Malfoy finds the love his parents failed to give him elsewhere
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: M/M slash, chanslash (Lucius is 13, about to start his third year at Hogwarts), seduction, AU
Possible Spoilers: Books 1-5
Disclaimer: All characters and profits belong to J.K. Rowling. This is my very own tomfoolery (yes, bad pun intentional).
His father, proud and regal, has no time for a mere child\'s needs; his mother, beautiful and vain, finds his existence a necessary inconvenience. His other relatives prefer to smile upon him from afar - he cannot go to them for guidance or affection. To his teachers, Lucius Malfoy is either a bright and talented student but otherwise just part of the numerous hordes of children they must attend to, or an exasperating, arrogant little brat.
Until that nice Mr Riddle started doing business with Malfoy Senior, and visiting their sumptuous manor house some evenings, there was nobody who saw Lucius as special, treasured, cherished beyond all else. When the tall, slim, sinisterly handsome man laid eyes upon the boy with hair so blond it seemed to shimmer like moonlight, the pale and graceful child whose sensual lithe body was just beginning to display the first signs of young manhood, he saw more than other adults would admit was there. The pure gaze of an archangel, ready to fall from Heaven at his command. The hunger and ambition of a true Slytherin, willing to serve only the worthiest Lord. The lust of a decadent, deliciously perverse young catamite, drinking in the sight of his new Master\'s noble nakedness with reverent yet debauched adoration in his eyes as he knelt to worship the towering hardness before him with his mouth, or wildly giving himself with all his passion as he bent on all fours while his lover, his ruler, the possessor of his very soul thrust deeper and deeper into him.
The man who was once Tom Riddle sees perfection, the making of a worthy second in command to the Heir of Slytherin. A glorious consort, life-mate and beloved; no wife or male paramour that Lucius may bed in future years could ever come between Lucius and the man who Lucius now knows by his true and proper name, Lord Voldemort.
Author: Anath de Malfoy
Pairing: Voldemort/Lucius
Summary: 320-word drabble; young Lucius Malfoy finds the love his parents failed to give him elsewhere
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: M/M slash, chanslash (Lucius is 13, about to start his third year at Hogwarts), seduction, AU
Possible Spoilers: Books 1-5
Disclaimer: All characters and profits belong to J.K. Rowling. This is my very own tomfoolery (yes, bad pun intentional).
His father, proud and regal, has no time for a mere child\'s needs; his mother, beautiful and vain, finds his existence a necessary inconvenience. His other relatives prefer to smile upon him from afar - he cannot go to them for guidance or affection. To his teachers, Lucius Malfoy is either a bright and talented student but otherwise just part of the numerous hordes of children they must attend to, or an exasperating, arrogant little brat.
Until that nice Mr Riddle started doing business with Malfoy Senior, and visiting their sumptuous manor house some evenings, there was nobody who saw Lucius as special, treasured, cherished beyond all else. When the tall, slim, sinisterly handsome man laid eyes upon the boy with hair so blond it seemed to shimmer like moonlight, the pale and graceful child whose sensual lithe body was just beginning to display the first signs of young manhood, he saw more than other adults would admit was there. The pure gaze of an archangel, ready to fall from Heaven at his command. The hunger and ambition of a true Slytherin, willing to serve only the worthiest Lord. The lust of a decadent, deliciously perverse young catamite, drinking in the sight of his new Master\'s noble nakedness with reverent yet debauched adoration in his eyes as he knelt to worship the towering hardness before him with his mouth, or wildly giving himself with all his passion as he bent on all fours while his lover, his ruler, the possessor of his very soul thrust deeper and deeper into him.
The man who was once Tom Riddle sees perfection, the making of a worthy second in command to the Heir of Slytherin. A glorious consort, life-mate and beloved; no wife or male paramour that Lucius may bed in future years could ever come between Lucius and the man who Lucius now knows by his true and proper name, Lord Voldemort.