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Distractions
Title: Distractions
Author: Anath de Malfoy
Pairing: Lucius/Wormtail
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Nothing like a little sex to take one\'s mind off one\'s troubles...
Warnings: M/M slash, mentions of BDSM, semi non-con, PWP, probably AU
Possible Spoilers: Books 1-5
Disclaimer: All characters and profits belong to J.K. Rowling. This should be in the books somewhere, but isn\'t. Gah.
Lucius Malfoy sat in an ornate emerald and silver brocade armchair in his private suite of rooms at Malfoy Manor; his dark silk robes were hitched up around his waist, the lower half of his body completely bared. His eyes were narrow slits, and he groaned slightly as the mouth of the man who knelt before him engulfed his hard and seeping cock, and his aching shaft was caressed with an ardent, skillful tongue.
Hips lifting fractionally with each movement of the kneeling man\'s throat around his prick, Lucius attempted to lose himself in each delicious sensation. He tried to forget that it was Pettigrew on his knees before him, that pudgy little nonentity who had ingratiated himself to Lord Voldemort by turning traitor against his Mudblood-loving friends. Lucius despised Wormtail - the nickname would have suited the little rat even if he had not been an Animagus - but he had to admit Pettigrew was damned good at sucking cock. That flickering tongue, those deft, rodent-like little movements with his hands, one holding Lucius\' prick and the other softly stroking the blond wizard\'s balls... exquisite.
Lucius had agreed to this little tryst only because he needed a distraction. The Dark Lord had commanded Lucius\' lover, Walden Macnair, to be his bedmate for the evening, and although Walden did not desire to be with anyone except Lucius, disobeying Lord Voldemort meant certain death. Lucius\' heavily pregnant wife, Narcissa, had totally barred Lucius from her bed as she feared yet another miscarriage, and so Peter Pettigrew\'s fumbling advances had been welcome for once. Moaning as Peter deep-throated him again and again, Lucius tried to suppress his rising jealousy as he imagined Walden bound to Voldemort\'s bed, being flogged and fucked and Merlin only knew what else by the Dark Lord. At least Walden would be good and riled when he returned from Voldemort\'s embraces, as the executioner hated to be submissive to anybody. Lucius shivered, imagining the whipping and darkly ecstatic sexual tortures Walden would inflict upon him. Perhaps Walden would even fist Lucius... there was nothing quite as glorious as feeling the executioner\'s brawny arm pounding into his slicked and needing channel. Pettigrew seemed to take Lucius\' moans as encouragement, and redoubled his efforts, sucking even more voraciously on Lucius\' cock.
\"Stop. I want to fuck your wretched little arse,\" Lucius ordered, watching lust and apprehension wrestle with each other on Wormtail\'s face as the plump little man hesitantly pulled away.
Lifting Pettigrew roughly to his feet, a hand clenched brutally in the Animagus\' scant hair, Lucius threw the smaller man over the arm of the luxuriant chair. There was no way Lucius would allow Pettigrew into his bed, as he was only a temporary plaything and not a lover. In two swift, perfunctory motions Lucius hauled Pettigrew\'s robes up and pulled his pants off. Lucius did not particularly want to see Peter naked, nor did he wish to offer the intimacy of completely disrobing himself. That was for his wife, on the rare occasions when that regal lady deigned to sleep with him, for the Dark Lord when he commanded it, and of course for his beloved Walden, his true master and the love of his life.
Lucius used his wand to perform a quick spell for minimal lubrication, then grabbed Peter hard by his chunky hips and slammed into him viciously, ignoring the little rat\'s wails and sobbing pleas to be gentle. Pettigrew was a snivelling little runt, and not much to look at, but his arse was delectably tight, Lucius noted with a smirk of satisfaction. Oh yes, this was an excellent way to distract himself until Walden came back to him.
~ Fin.
Author: Anath de Malfoy
Pairing: Lucius/Wormtail
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Nothing like a little sex to take one\'s mind off one\'s troubles...
Warnings: M/M slash, mentions of BDSM, semi non-con, PWP, probably AU
Possible Spoilers: Books 1-5
Disclaimer: All characters and profits belong to J.K. Rowling. This should be in the books somewhere, but isn\'t. Gah.
Lucius Malfoy sat in an ornate emerald and silver brocade armchair in his private suite of rooms at Malfoy Manor; his dark silk robes were hitched up around his waist, the lower half of his body completely bared. His eyes were narrow slits, and he groaned slightly as the mouth of the man who knelt before him engulfed his hard and seeping cock, and his aching shaft was caressed with an ardent, skillful tongue.
Hips lifting fractionally with each movement of the kneeling man\'s throat around his prick, Lucius attempted to lose himself in each delicious sensation. He tried to forget that it was Pettigrew on his knees before him, that pudgy little nonentity who had ingratiated himself to Lord Voldemort by turning traitor against his Mudblood-loving friends. Lucius despised Wormtail - the nickname would have suited the little rat even if he had not been an Animagus - but he had to admit Pettigrew was damned good at sucking cock. That flickering tongue, those deft, rodent-like little movements with his hands, one holding Lucius\' prick and the other softly stroking the blond wizard\'s balls... exquisite.
Lucius had agreed to this little tryst only because he needed a distraction. The Dark Lord had commanded Lucius\' lover, Walden Macnair, to be his bedmate for the evening, and although Walden did not desire to be with anyone except Lucius, disobeying Lord Voldemort meant certain death. Lucius\' heavily pregnant wife, Narcissa, had totally barred Lucius from her bed as she feared yet another miscarriage, and so Peter Pettigrew\'s fumbling advances had been welcome for once. Moaning as Peter deep-throated him again and again, Lucius tried to suppress his rising jealousy as he imagined Walden bound to Voldemort\'s bed, being flogged and fucked and Merlin only knew what else by the Dark Lord. At least Walden would be good and riled when he returned from Voldemort\'s embraces, as the executioner hated to be submissive to anybody. Lucius shivered, imagining the whipping and darkly ecstatic sexual tortures Walden would inflict upon him. Perhaps Walden would even fist Lucius... there was nothing quite as glorious as feeling the executioner\'s brawny arm pounding into his slicked and needing channel. Pettigrew seemed to take Lucius\' moans as encouragement, and redoubled his efforts, sucking even more voraciously on Lucius\' cock.
\"Stop. I want to fuck your wretched little arse,\" Lucius ordered, watching lust and apprehension wrestle with each other on Wormtail\'s face as the plump little man hesitantly pulled away.
Lifting Pettigrew roughly to his feet, a hand clenched brutally in the Animagus\' scant hair, Lucius threw the smaller man over the arm of the luxuriant chair. There was no way Lucius would allow Pettigrew into his bed, as he was only a temporary plaything and not a lover. In two swift, perfunctory motions Lucius hauled Pettigrew\'s robes up and pulled his pants off. Lucius did not particularly want to see Peter naked, nor did he wish to offer the intimacy of completely disrobing himself. That was for his wife, on the rare occasions when that regal lady deigned to sleep with him, for the Dark Lord when he commanded it, and of course for his beloved Walden, his true master and the love of his life.
Lucius used his wand to perform a quick spell for minimal lubrication, then grabbed Peter hard by his chunky hips and slammed into him viciously, ignoring the little rat\'s wails and sobbing pleas to be gentle. Pettigrew was a snivelling little runt, and not much to look at, but his arse was delectably tight, Lucius noted with a smirk of satisfaction. Oh yes, this was an excellent way to distract himself until Walden came back to him.
~ Fin.