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Submission
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,466
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Submission
Submission
by scourgify, © 25 Jan 2004
Warning: semi-AU, possible OOC-ness. Draft, unbetaed, prolly sux.
Disclaimer: charas not mine. I would have made them even more evil than JK in canon.
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It was dark, save for the one torch in the sconce. The night was chilly, the wind whistled as the rain beat its rhythmic tattoo on the eaves.
He stood between the desk and the light, eyes boring into the young man sitting on the chair. He was so still, as if carved out of alabaster. He lifted up a hand and motioned the latter to his side.
Silken rustle as hands touched. Palms running over skin, fingers gripping like iron, nails raking on cloth.
Heat.
Heat burning on skin as fingers moved with feverish urgency to remove clothing. They were bound in primal sensations – desire fuelling fear, fuelling desire again.
Fingers gripped in long blond tresses, yanking the head back, exposing the curve of the neck. He put his lips against the skin and whispered, “Do you give yourself willingly to me?” The young man nodded, unable to voice his assent.
He pulled back fractionally and gazed into the eyes of his companion. Eyes unfocused with lust and hunger…and something else. The arrogance has been stripped away, leaving only primal desire.
The blond man pulled away and took a step back towards the desk. His naked skin glow in the lamplight as he held out a hand towards his companion. A slow smile spread on his face.
“Do what you will,” the voice was soft and low.
He stood looking down at the young man a little while. Then he stepped closer, his hand hovering over the skin. Not touching, but following every contour of the blond’s body – his cheeks, neck, chest, groin, all the way down to his ankles and then upwards again. He smiled as a sharp hiss issued from the man.
“Please,” the plea was heavy with desire.
Arms circled his waist, drawing him close as the naked body pressed against him. He embraced the blond and then pushed him firmly onto the desk. “Beg,” he said. “I want to hear you beg,”
Coyly, “Please…I want you. Touch me, kiss me…,”
“Yes?” The tone was dark, laced with barely suppressed feral desire.
When the answer came, it was too low to be heard. “I want you to fuck me.” He looked up with glassy eyes, his breathing laboured as he spread himself on the desk like an obscene offering to a pagan deity.
That was the sordid truth. How he wanted the other man to take him, dominate him into submission and fulfil his wanton desire. He gazed towards the ceiling of the potions classroom as arms embraced him, a body lying along and over him, holding his face and whispering his name, “Lucius…”
~ END ~
*rubs hands. smirks*
by scourgify, © 25 Jan 2004
Warning: semi-AU, possible OOC-ness. Draft, unbetaed, prolly sux.
Disclaimer: charas not mine. I would have made them even more evil than JK in canon.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It was dark, save for the one torch in the sconce. The night was chilly, the wind whistled as the rain beat its rhythmic tattoo on the eaves.
He stood between the desk and the light, eyes boring into the young man sitting on the chair. He was so still, as if carved out of alabaster. He lifted up a hand and motioned the latter to his side.
Silken rustle as hands touched. Palms running over skin, fingers gripping like iron, nails raking on cloth.
Heat.
Heat burning on skin as fingers moved with feverish urgency to remove clothing. They were bound in primal sensations – desire fuelling fear, fuelling desire again.
Fingers gripped in long blond tresses, yanking the head back, exposing the curve of the neck. He put his lips against the skin and whispered, “Do you give yourself willingly to me?” The young man nodded, unable to voice his assent.
He pulled back fractionally and gazed into the eyes of his companion. Eyes unfocused with lust and hunger…and something else. The arrogance has been stripped away, leaving only primal desire.
The blond man pulled away and took a step back towards the desk. His naked skin glow in the lamplight as he held out a hand towards his companion. A slow smile spread on his face.
“Do what you will,” the voice was soft and low.
He stood looking down at the young man a little while. Then he stepped closer, his hand hovering over the skin. Not touching, but following every contour of the blond’s body – his cheeks, neck, chest, groin, all the way down to his ankles and then upwards again. He smiled as a sharp hiss issued from the man.
“Please,” the plea was heavy with desire.
Arms circled his waist, drawing him close as the naked body pressed against him. He embraced the blond and then pushed him firmly onto the desk. “Beg,” he said. “I want to hear you beg,”
Coyly, “Please…I want you. Touch me, kiss me…,”
“Yes?” The tone was dark, laced with barely suppressed feral desire.
When the answer came, it was too low to be heard. “I want you to fuck me.” He looked up with glassy eyes, his breathing laboured as he spread himself on the desk like an obscene offering to a pagan deity.
That was the sordid truth. How he wanted the other man to take him, dominate him into submission and fulfil his wanton desire. He gazed towards the ceiling of the potions classroom as arms embraced him, a body lying along and over him, holding his face and whispering his name, “Lucius…”
~ END ~
*rubs hands. smirks*