Muggle Ministry Relations (or Lucius Gets Fucked)

Muggle Ministry Relations or Lucius Gets Fucked

author- 8inchCaliper aka SnapeSlave

pairing- Lucius Malfoy/Arthur Weasley

summary- Arthur comes along with Lucius on a wild goose chase - but who\'s misleading whom?

rating- NC17

warnings- not really, except maybe a little dubious consent at first...*snicker*

spoilers? Well, not likely - except mention of Sirius Black...maybe around the time of OotP...or end of Gof...none actually...

Disclaimer - I do not own these characters. No infringement intended. No profit made. No harm done. Yes?


Author\'s note: This is for my peeps at HPANA (MadEyeMax and madelineluvsdraco) - for being so patient with me!



Arthur Weasley sits at his desk, pondering the interoffice memo while also making notes on the newest curious muggle item to be found in the wizard world. An MP3 player. He holds it up close to his eyes, then shakes it against his ear, tentatively pressing the tiny buttons… His eyes are furrowed even though he adores his work, and his mind occasionally wanders, to his wife, his kids, the state of the world…and what it would be like to be a muggle, to be completely oblivious of anything non-muggle, to be sheltered, if you will.

His eyes glass over as he tries to imagine it when a platinum blond head pokes into his cubicle, nearly clear blue eyes focused intently on him, immaculate robe of satin draped over the slender aristocratic body and a sneer in place. Arthur knocks over a small Faberge egg and curses under his breath when it chips.

“Well,” says the condescending voice with a hint of sarcasm. “If it isn’t my fellow ministry employee, Arthur Weasley.”

The red head grounds his teeth, feeling more spite than anything else. He always has the same fantasy, of catching the blond wizard alone, in the most hidden of places and cursing him to oblivion – but of course, he could never do this. He has never raised his wand to harm another living soul – even when threatened, he has a lot of hesitation…

“Malfoy,” He mutters as good-natured as he can muster.

The pale blue eyes continue to stare down as long, gloved fingers rest against the metal edges of his cubicle.
“Looking rather peaked today, Weasley. Overworked? Or simply…unable to rest properly. I imagine not, sleeping in a tiny wooded little bungalow with twelve other ,Weasleys…it is twelve, isn’t it? Have I missed anyone?”

Already irritated, Arthur takes a calming inhale for strength and glances up into twin pools of pale blue.
“You wanted something, Malfoy?”

The blond seems to consider the words, then sneers slowly. “Oh. Nothing important, I’m sure. I only wanted to spread a little…goodwill.”

Arthur wishes in this instant that he could vanish from his very spot, but Disapparating right in the middle of work would draw too much attention – and it would seem like fleeing. ‘You’re a big boy.’ He tells himself. ‘Lucius Malfoy will eventually go away. Just a bit longer to deal with him and he’ll get bored and leave.’

“Then again, Weasley, you might be just the wizard I was looking for.”

‘Oh God.’ Arthur thinks to himself. ‘What the damn hell is he playing at, now? This isn’t the average taunting bully stuff…this is…odd.’

“Alright, Lucius, how can I be of assistance?”

The man tugs off his long black glove and examines his beautifully manicured hand first before replying.

“The minister of magic has asked that I…include you in this little…how should I put it? Mission?”

Now Arthur is sure this is a joke, but he plays along, exhaling slowly. “Right. Well. What is this…mission?”

Lucius looks rather put out as he seems to ache with every word he says next. “Some investigation thing, concerning the whereabouts of…Sirius Black.”
Arthur doesn’t mean to drop the egg or the MP3 player, but both seem to slip from his grasp as he bends to try and catch them both, inadvertently bumping his knee hard against the edge of his desk.

“Shite.” He mutters to himself, picking up the fallen articles and rubbing his smarting injury, not meeting Malfoy’s eyes as more trinkets slip from his desk, a slip of paper here, a common garden variety BIC pen there.

The blonde’s eyes furrow as they watch the redheaded man with renewed interest. “Dear me, was it something I said?” The sarcasm laces his voice.

Chuckling nervously, Arthur rights himself and attempts to look neutral. “Uh. No! No not at all…” He even musters a smile, averting his eyes as he imagines Lucius Malfoy trying to slip past his defenses, knowing how most Death Eaters are skilled at Legilimens or some other mind reading capability… It would just be the cherry on the cake if Malfoy were to learn, through him, where Sirius Black is actually keeping himself hidden – or even where the Order of the Phoenix has its secret meetings. He doesn’t usually have to deal with this, but Malfoy doesn’t usually bother with him this much…

“As I was saying…” Lucius continues, keeping eyes trained on the side of Arthur’s head. “…Fudge has asked that I follow you along on some wild bloody goose chase…to survey this residence…where he is supposedly hiding out…”

Arthur actually feels a cool droplet of sweat slip down from his head and into the back of his shirt between his shoulder blades. This can’t be good. Can’t be good at all…and why the bloody hell would Fudge send Lucius out of the office? No one ever makes Lucius do anything he doesn’t want to do. In fact, the rumor is that Lucius actually does nothing but sit in an immaculate office all day and have his toes licked by Veelas…

“Ah…”Arthur comments, straightening his desk, nervously, mindful of those eggshell eyes glued to him. “…and where d-does the Minster think he’s h-hiding?” Not really wanting to hear the details, Arthur feels his stomach clench as he waits for Lucius Malfoy’s cold reply.

“Muggle London.” He says simply, and Arthur glances up at him, eyes round and shocked and very very pleased. He feels a releasing of tension in his shoulders like euphoria and allows a smile to touch his lips.

“Muggle London, did you say?”

Lucius exhales and averts his gaze, unwilling to let Arthur relish his displeasure. “Yes. Muggle London. Had you heard anything about this?”

Arthur stammers, “Uh…uh…not exactly…I…”

“Right,” Lucius cuts in absently. “Well, we shall go there and…survey this would be hidey hole…and…”

“Wait…” Arthur isn’t sure he has heard the man correctly. “…go there? You mean together? You and me?”

Lucius cuts pale blue eyes at Arthur. “I’m sorry, Weasley, but I don’t actually have the time to play repeat all day with you. Yes. You and I. To Muggle London. To find Sirius Black. Now.”

Arthur clears his throat and stands, meeting Malfoy’s height and therefore meeting his gaze. “Of course, Lucius. Forgive me.”

The blond man straightens himself higher, thereby giving him a half inch or so advantage over the redhead.
With a swish of his black cloak, he then turns and stars out of the office, expecting that Arthur will follow, which he does.

As they head down the long corridor, Arthur is shrugging into his travelling cloak when he thinks of something.

“Uh…Lucius…” The Death Eater stops abruptly, causing Arthur to collide with him roughly. “…Uh…sorry…forgive me…” Arthur is straightening Lucius’ pristine robes, instinctively, as if he has bumped into a pageant model and not another wizard.

“What is it, this time, Weasley!” Lucius says through clenched teeth.

Arthur feels his face heating to crimson and clears his throat again. “Ah…yes, I think…well, I was thinking, perhaps…well…if we’re to be landing right in the middle of Muggle London, perhaps it might be best if we…looked muggle…y’know...muggle clothes…”

The dark wizard takes a long pause before the corners of his lips quirk up a bit. “That’s rich, Weasley. I’ll file that way in ‘things to laugh about’ later. For now, though, I’m not exactly amused. You don’t expect me, Lucius Malfoy, to go about in…” He shuts his eyes as if it might hurt to say the words aloud. “…No. To even consider it is beneath me.”

Arthur nods, hastily, but cannot abandon the idea – even as Lucius turns down another corridor and he does his best to keep up with him and his long flowing platinum mane, such a stark contrast to the black cloak.
When they arrive inside a small empty office, Lucius shuts the door once both are inside and goes up to the desk. On it sits a small empty can and Arthur knows they have been cleared to Portkey to their location. He can’t help but to feel a strange sense of giddiness come over him at he prospect of going into a muggle domain, a real actual muggle city. Oh, sure he has been to one before – but never on an actual mission (supposedly) just there to poke around. Still, if Lucius believes they are going there to track down Sirius Black, Arthur is content to let him believe it. He only hopes Lucius won’t be too angry when they come back with nothing…

When Lucius gestures for Arthur to place his hands on the can, Arthur pauses and allows his gaze to travel up and down his colleague’s attire.

“What now, Weasley?” Lucius sounds exasperated and exhausted.

Arthur exhales and shrugs. “I just…really hate to trouble you with it, but should someone happen by…they might feel a little intimidated…”

Lucius glances down at his robes and his wand and serpent head cane. Also, his shoes are rather shiny and fine – almost too attention-getting, he must grudgingly admit. In a huff, Lucius rolls his eyes.

“Fine, Weasley – but what do you suggest? – and nothing muggle! I won’t be seen in such rags!”

Arthur shrugs. “Well, no one would know, Lucius. Only us – and we mustn’t stand out lest we be spotted and risk exposure. The ministry hates having to deal with the erasing of memories and such…it would simply make our job a little easier…but of course, you don’t have to subscribe to my line of thinking. You’re your own wizard, afterall…”

“Fine!” He snaps. “Whatever, Weasley. Just do it, quickly and not a word of it to anyone!” Malfoy Senior narrows his eyes. “I shall know if you do. I have ways.”

Arthur ignores the chill creeping slowly up his spine at the softly uttered words and takes his wand in hand. “Right then…” He clears his throat yet again. “…now, lets see…what was that spell?”

“Get on with it, then!”

“Oh…” Arthur remembers. “…Of course…” With a murmured charm, Lucius feels a strange sensation and in another instant has to clasp his hands over his mouth to keep from screaming. With one glance down at himself, he begins to tremble with rage and embarrassment. On his feet are some kind of white trainers with strange shapes on them (check marks?), his long legs are no longer adorned in fine black slacks but rather some kind of blue, gray abrasive denim – with pockets – and he is wearing a tight fitting nylon shirt with logos on it – as if it might be worn by some kind of athlete – a biker of some sort. Everything feels so…close fitting… He feels heat in his cheeks as he regards Arthur, the wizard who suggested this abominable change but who seems to be wearing much the same attire as before, brown slacks, brown shoes and a tan blazer over a white button-down. Is this really how muggles go about? In these clown costumes?

Not wanting Arthur to see him ruffled, Lucius removes his hands from his mouth, takes a deep breath, glares one last time at Arthur before they Portkey to the inside of a small muggle flat.

Feeling the first stirrings of uncontainable excitement, Arthur’s only worry is that muggles may actually be here, but instead of harping on it, he begins to poke around. Lucius looks almost anxious as he pulls his wand from inside his pocket and glances around, quietly. Arthur feels as if his attention is being pulled in two different directions. On the one hand, he has never been inside an actual flat, occupied by actual muggles where he is free to roam and poke and prod – and maybe even take back a stolen trinket or two. On the other hand, he is very intrigued by the sight of Lucius in these clothes. He never knew the man was so slender and well built – and the way the jeans hug his firm little bottom…He shakes his head a bit to clear such thoughts. ‘Merlin!’ He thinks to himself, ‘This is Malfoy. Lucius Malfoy – a Death Eater and loyal follower of Lord Voldemort. Not the wizard to be daydreaming about!’ He exhales and turns back towards a painting where the glass reflects Lucius’ long frame on the other side of the room. ‘Still, he is very well built…’

“Have you found anything?” Lucius asks, bringing Arthur abruptly out of his reverie and approaching, slowly.

“Um. No. Not actually. Have you?”

Lucius pauses before responding, then shakes his head.

He stays where he is, hovering very near to Arthur, glancing up to regard the Picasso hanging on the wall before them.

“This is odd.” He says in a contemplative voice.

“What is odd?” Arthur inquires, trying not to breathe much.

“The paintings…. they don’t move.”

In such a close proximity, Arthur wonders why the scent of Lucius Malfoy would make the hair on his arms stand on end, it’s such a lovely light sweet scent…

When they hear a strange chime, they both stare at the door and glance at each other, uncertainty written on both their faces.

“It’s the door bell.” Arthur offers in a voice barely above a whisper. “Do you reckon we should open it?”

Lucius shakes his head. “No.” His voice is even quieter than Arthur’s. “Leave it. We don’t want anyone knowing we’re here.”

Arthur nods and turns away, and Lucius takes this opportunity to glance at him, with his back turned, and lick his perfect lips. He feels an incredible pull towards the man, but he would never admit it – not in a thousand lifetimes. But he does admire a man like Arthur, a good man, a family man, a warm man with open emotions who doesn’t have to hide behind a façade…oh yes. He adores seeing him, teasing him – anything to bring him closer, and he wonders, absently, if that hair is as fiery to the touch as it looks.
“It’s getting louder.” Arthur finally says, with a resigned look on his face. “I’m going to open it.”
Lucius doesn’t think this is such a good idea but decides not to voice his concern. Perhaps it is someone looking for Sirius Black.

Arthur swings the door open and watches the little old lady staring back at him with blue hair and a distressed look on her face. He is ecstatic, being face to face with a muggle and her having no knowledge of it.

“Uh…yes, hello madam.” He bows to her, not entirely sure how to greet her and vaguely aware of Lucius creeping up behind him. “How may I be of um…assistance to you this fine afternoon?”

She squints her eyes behind her spectacles, giving Arthur the once over and peering behind him to get a glance of Lucius who is somewhat put off by her.

“You’re not the Warburtons.” She makes the observation in a tiny old lady voice, slightly alarmed, but Arthur laughs good-naturedly.

“Oh. Of course not – we’re uh…visitors of theirs…. Cousins…from another land…. From…uh…Ireland.”
He then turns to glance at Lucius who waves slightly when prompted, disgruntled grimace distorting his lips.

The old lady isn’t convinced, but before Arthur can say or do anything, Lucius has his wand out and is stupefying her – right there in the threshold. Arthur cannot help but feel horrorstruck as the dark wizard comes around to catch the poor muggle in his arms before she can fall and injure herself on the floor. In all the commotion, Arthur finds himself glancing at the curve of Lucius’ ass in the close fitting jeans…

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he regards the other wizard, angrily. “What the bloody Hell were you thinking?”

Closing the door, Lucius turns to face Arthur. “How dare you question me, Weasley. For your information, the old bat wasn’t buying your little piece of fiction – and I didn’t come here to deal with muggles.”

Arthur, staring down at the motionless old woman, considers his next words carefully. “Well, what did you come here for, Lucius? It’s obvious Sirius Black isn’t here; this place is far too public and…”

Lucius glares icily at Arthur. “Perhaps you already knew he wouldn’t be here, Arthur. Perhaps you pre-arranged that he not be here so you could have me look like an ass.”

Arthur stops and gapes back at the other wizard. “You called me Arthur.”

Lucius shrugs, hating that he wishes to be nearer to the other man, wishes he could drink in his scent of ink and muggle fabrics. “A mere slip of the tongue, nothing more, I assure you.”

“Like Hell it was,” Arthur mumbles under his tongue, and catching Lucius eyes, he makes a face.

“If you don’t want to stay here, then perhaps you should Apparate back.” The blond offers. “I don’t mind finishing up here alone.”

Arthur grimaces. “I’m not leaving you here alone – to curse the next muggle who crosses your path.”

Lucius stops and stares at Arthur, having the good graces to look offended. “And just what does that mean?”

Arthur shrugs. “Nothing. Just that…well…it’s no secret what certain…ah… ‘organizations’ you’re affiliated with…”
Lucius glares, hands on hips, a very sexy pose in his current wardrobe. “Who are you to pass judgement on me? You, an insolent, no-rate, middle class wizard of…”

“Fine!” Arthur throws up his arms. “Perhaps I will Apparate back. Anything is better than doing this – with you!”

As he stalks away, Lucius is torn between chasing after him and standing his ground. Truth is, he doesn’t wish to be alone – and he’d brought Arthur along for a reason…

“Have you ever seen one of these?”

Arthur stops in his tracks, hating that his curiosity in muggle possessions wins out every time. Turning very slowly, he approaches Lucius, who holds a small plastic trinket in his hands. He glances at it and Lucius holds it towards him in an outstretched hand.

“I thought you might want to have a look. This is, after all, your area of interest.”

Arthur takes the item into his hands and turns it over, thumbs dancing across the tiny buttons. “It’s some kind of…game…I think…” With a prod, the little thing comes to life, making music and colors and lights. After several seconds of looking at it, Arthur starts to fiddle with the buttons and Lucius watches him, loving him more and more. The way his boyish face lights up with excitement, the way his azure eyes dance as he presses the buttons on this ridiculous muggle diversion. He could grow to love a face like that, so soft and understanding, so wistful and yet determined – and not at all evil or closed off. He continues to stare, licking his lips. And, of course, there is an element of sexual attraction. Lucius can only get off when he’s being predatory.

“I believe…”Arthur states distractedly. “…the object of this game is to…fit these little geometric shapes together…for optimal points…or…uh …advancement to another level…”
Lucius takes this in and watches Arthur with interest. Pushing a stray lock of hair behind his ear, he regards the side of his head.

“Arthur, there’s a reason I invited you here. It has nothing to do with Fudge…although…” When Arthur doesn’t look up from the game, Lucius trudges onward. “…although, I knew you’d be skeptical…I wanted to be…alone…with you.”

At this, Arthur glances up, baffled expression on his face. “ Beg pardon?”

Lucius, clears his throat and turns away from Arthur. “I thought I could win you over in an environment of your own choosing, but then the old woman shows up, throwing a kink in my plans and…”

“Plans?”

With an exasperated sigh, Lucius rolls his eyes. “Arthur, you insufferable wizard, I brought you here to…to seduce you.”

The game falls from his fingers as he regards the other man with a strange rush of emotions: intrigue, disgust, attraction, lust, nausea. Thousands – maybe more – had most likely died by his hand. And yet, Arthur wishes to be nearer to him – in fact, finds him incredibly sexy. Still, he isn’t ready to give in to this yet…not yet…

“You knew Sirius Black wouldn’t be here?”

Lucius nods. “Yes, but haven’t you heard anything I’ve just…”

“You brought me here under false pretenses.”

“Get over yourself, Weasley.” He snaps. “It can’t be the worst proposition you’ve ever had…can it?”

Arthur shrugs his shoulders. “Well…perhaps not the worst, but…”

“Right then, take off your clothes…I want to see your chest hair…is it red – like the ones on top?”

Arthur can do nothing to prevent the blush that creeps into his face. “Well, I should say so…but Lucius…I…”

“Are you going to make me beg?”

Arthur feels his cock twitch at the silkily delivered words. ‘Make him beg? He’d do that?’
The heat in his face has reached his ears as Lucius advances on him slowly. “You know me very well, Arthur Weasley, so you should know that I always get what I want…no exceptions…”

“N-no exceptions?”

Lucius shakes his head, slowly. “No. Especially where matters of sex are concerned.”

His hands reach forward to push the blazer off Arthur’s shoulders, and Arthur feels cornered, never having been in such close proximity with the other man before. Even though this is all happening so fast – like a rush of warm water, he hates to admit that it excites him terribly.

“Right…” His hands rise to grasp Malfoy’s wrists in a loose grip and he chuckles nervously. “…this is rich, very rich. This is a joke, right? I’m on some kind of closed circuit recording…”

Lucius’ eyes look deadly, the ice blue sparkling underneath almost white lashes. “You’ve been preoccupied with muggle dealings far too long. You simply must get a grip on yourself…or…let me get a grip on yourself…”

Arthur swallows. Hard. “Lucius, it isn’t as if I don’t want to…I just…I don’t think I …don’t think we should do this…”

“Why not? I want you. You can’t deny I am painfully attractive…what else is there to consider?”

Arthur almost laughs at the other wizard’s narcissistic outlook – and how it almost doesn’t seem deliberate but rather, a sort of blind oblivion.

Tentatively, Arthur lets a hand come up to rest against the porcelain cheek, dragging a finger down it to the chin and to the lips, shuddering when Lucius takes the fingertip lightly between his teeth. As his cock hardens in his slacks, he simultaneously has an image flicker in his head of Molly and his family and turns his head away.

“I know you’re thinking of her, but I can assure you, she wouldn’t blame you for this…” Lucius says soothingly. “… No one could.”

Sighing, Arthur lets himself be backed into a flat surface on which sits some kind of entertainment center. “Perhaps if you weren’t such an …egotist…”

“Well, then I wouldn’t be myself, now would I Arthur?” He presses himself against the redhead and smiles when he feels the hard protrusion in the pelvic area. “I’ll do whatever you want me to do, Weasley, and I don’t make such accommodations for everyone.”

Arthur feels Lucius nearing, and closes his eyes when he feels the soft lips come into contact with his own. Almost instantly, they mesh together, sloppily, Lucius taking control and making it more and more erotic with each swipe of his eager tongue and each moan from his perfect throat.
Arthur allows his hand to come up and twine in the flowing platinum locks as Lucius pushes even closer, meeting pelvis with pelvis as loud music comes on behind them, startling them both. Some kind of ball room music belts out, and Lucius stares, disoriented into Arthur’s eyes as Arthur lets himself smile a bit. “Its uh…it’s called a radio… they plug it into a wall and…music…”

Impatient, Lucius latches back onto Arthur’s mouth, swallowing the last of the sentence as Arthur, in a daring display, reaches down and cups the perfect left globe of Lucius’ ass, kneading the muscled flesh. The blond murmurs something and takes out his wand…

“What are you doing?” Arthur inquires, slightly panic-stricken.

“Spelling away these godforsaken wardrobes…”

Arthur catches his wrist in a gentle hand. “No. No magic. I’ll…I’ll take them off for you…”

Lucius looks skeptical, but rests his wand on the table as Arthur brushes blond hair from the other man’s face.

“I’ve never wanted anyone like this.” Lucius says, sounding almost unlike himself before uttering “Get this shirt off me…it’s almost binding me in…”

Arthur obeys, wordlessly, lifting the shirt up and over Lucius’ head as the other wizard raises arms to accommodate him. Arthur’s eyes dance across the ivory, hairless chest before him, skimming over pale pink nipples and the slight ripple of muscle. He lets his hands caress the soft, almost velvety skin, tentatively. Aware of Lucius’ cool blue eyes trained on him, he stares down at the concave belly, perfect navel and the thin line of almost translucent fine hair leading down into the muggle jeans. With a shudder, he exhales.

“I don’t know if I can do this.” He murmurs.

“Nonsense.” Lucius replies in a confident voice. “You’re doing fine. Squeeze my nipples. They like that.”

Arthur’s cock twitches yet again, becoming painfully erect as he rests both hands on the other wizard’s pectoral muscles.

“Squeeze them?” Arthur remembers that most women enjoy this, but having never been with another man, he feels out of his element…and he wonders about the strong attraction he feels towards Lucius and how it has been lying dormant for so long…since the man first poked his blond head into his cubicle and uttered his first insult. Arthur wonders if he could consider this little tryst the first stirrings of a mid-life crisis – or if it could be (Merlin-forbid) a genuine love…

“Merlin!” Lucius sounds irritated. “Harder, you dolt! That’ll never do! Squeeze them like you mean it! Make me feel it!”

Angry, Arthur does as told, pinching the nipples between forefinger and thumb, hard enough to make Lucius groan and tremble against him.

“Oh God, Arthur…that’s exactly right…that’s incredible…” He slumps forward a bit, eyes slipping shut. “Again, Arthur, I need it again. Harder…as hard as you can…”

Arthur repeats the action but with a bit more intensity, and Lucius trembles again, forcing himself hard against the other man and claiming his mouth roughly with his own – and Arthur feels the stiff package in the other man’s jeans, rubbing against him.

Releasing the nipples, he reaches around to caress the firm globes of Lucius’ ass, bringing them impossibly closer while Lucius sucks painfully on Arthur’s tongue, making his eyes brim with water.
When they part again, Arthur is out of breath and Lucius is ripping the shirt from Arthur’s body, scratching as he does – and Arthur tries to remember that he’ll need to spell away whatever passion marks he may obtain later.

“I want to see your prick.” Lucius says in a savage voice, hair spilling around his face as he rips open Arthur’s slacks. “I want you to fuck the hell out of me…make me feel - but first, I want to taste you, Arthur…”

“Um…Okay…” Arthur replies in a weak whimper of a voice. “…Whatever you wish…”

Snatching the pants down his legs, Lucius kneels on the floor between his knees and makes a face up at the redhead when he takes in the sight of red and gold striped boxers.

“Gryffindor prat.” He sneers before yanking them down pale, mostly hairless legs.

“Sorry…” Arthur says, blushing profusely.

But Lucius doesn’t seem to notice or care as he stares hungrily at Arthur’s stiff cock, pointing directly at his face, long and fat and turning purple.

“You poor dear…” Lucius says before leaning forward and sliding the entire member down his throat.

Arthur screams out and claws at the desk on which he leans, digging nails into wood, clenching teeth and trying not to come down his colleagues’ throat. “Shite…shite…Lucius…Oh Merlin…easy…please…”

Lucius doesn’t seem to hear, instead sucking with fervor, pulling back to circle the head with his tongue, then downing him entirely, over and over. His hands are clasped onto Arthur’s firm legs, holding him in place as he moves his head back and forth.

Arthur’s eyes have rolled into the back of his head, and he wonders how the hell he is expected to fuck when he’s so close to coming already…but in another instant, Lucius is standing, facing him with glistening lips, and Arthur can’t resist the urge to kiss that battered mouth. He wraps the Slytherin in his arms and kisses him passionately, licking his taste off Lucius’ tongue and holding his body so close, loving the contact of skin on skin. It upsets him that he likes it so much, but on the other hand, he really does enjoy it, holding Lucius in his arms, pretending this won’t have bad ramifications, glad that the stiffness in Lucius’ jeans may actually be a direct result of him. The entire scenario is flattering, actually.

When Lucius pulls back, he grins, narrowing his eyes. “I knew you’d like this.”

Arthur trails a hand down Malfoy’s firm belly, feeling only somewhat inferior about his slight pouch. As if Lucius can read his mind (wait, he can can’t he?), he whispers to him. “You’re a very sexy wizard, Weasley – fire red hair and all – and you’re a pureblood. I could simply devour you with crackers…but I’d much rather have you fuck my ass…till I can no longer stand upright…”

Arthur feels his cock leaking in response to Malfoy’s little soliloquy and reaches down for his fly, desperate to see his beautiful prick. Without unzipping all the way, beyond impatient, Arthur reaches in and pulls our the long slender dick and starts caressing it instantly, squeezing pre-come from the head, tugging the foreskin up over the head, and Lucius arches his back and tilts his head so his hair cascades down his back, giving Arthur the perfect, unobstructed view of him and all his pure, beautiful glory. While his one hand fucks his cock, his free hand caresses his pristine skin, down his chest and belly, his sides, up his neck, pulling him forward to feast on his parted mouth.
He pulls back, still stroking Lucius’ dick and whispers, inches from his lips. “Do you reckon they have a bed here someplace?”

Lucius’ face is a mask of pure ecstasy and he shakes his head, distractedly. “Want you to fuck me standing up…” He removes Arthur’s hand and pushes the jeans further down his legs, turning round to face away from him. “…want you to do it now – without lubrication. Just shove it in me.”

Arthur stands there, dumbfounded for several seconds, staring at the perfect globes of pale white ass, wondering how to go about doing this, almost positive it won’t work out…what if it hurts?

“Are you sure, Lucius? It’s just that I’ve…I’ve never…”

“Point taken, Weasley! Now shut up and fuck me! Do it now or suffer the consequences…”

Arthur wonders briefly about the consequences, but decides this is better than any alternative. Moving in close behind the other wizard, he lets the head of his prick rest against the cleft of perfect ass and bends his head to kiss one lightly muscled shoulder, licking the skin gently, moving closer all the while.

“Pull my hair…” Lucius whispers. “…shove that cock in my ass. Do it, Weasley – Merlin, I’m going to die waiting for you.”

Arthur pushes closer, angling his cock between the ass cheeks, parting them with his hands and aiming for the pink pucker. When he pushes his cock head in, he winces, realizing how tight it is.

“Lucius, are you sure we shouldn’t…”

“All the way in, Weasley…” his breath is coming in pants and he is holding onto the wall in front of him for support. “…come on, you big pansy!”

Finally, with a grunt of frustration, Arthur shoves his entire prick all the way inside, stretching Lucius and making him cry out. It feels incredibly tight, but oddly enough, it’s not as dry as it might’ve been – in fact, rather slick.

“Oh, Merlin…Christ, Buddha, Lucius…” Arthur’s eyes roll back into his head as he starts to fuck slowly at first, then picking up speed and banging Lucius into the stereo, making the music blare out again, but both men are far too gone to care. “…Holy shite!”

Arthur is slamming into the tight precious cavity, cock head meeting that sensitive place deep inside Lucius, over and over as both men moan and murmur unintelligible phrases.
“Harder, Weasley…Merlin, I’m so close…you’re so incredible…”

Arthur fucks as hard as he thinks possible, banging them into the stereo, suppressing a laugh when the channel changes to some folk song, sweat dropping from him and onto Lucius’ back. He reaches up, absently, and tugs the platinum hair, making Lucius groan with pleasure.

“Yes! Yes! Grab my cock…fuck me hard! Make me come, Arthur! Merlin, break me open!”

Arthur has a hard time keeping all this straight as he holds a great handful of Lucius’ hair in his fist and uses the other hand to masturbate Lucius’ cock. Meanwhile, he’s ready to spill himself deep inside the other man, but he holds on as best he can, marveling in the tight sweet sensation of being inside another man – and not just any man, Lucius Malfoy. Deciding to take full advantage of this, he reaches down and caresses the velvety soft scrotum, rolling the balls in his hand, then sliding back up and jacking him off in a tight grip. With his other hand, he tugs hard on Lucius’ hair, yanking back his head and turning his face so that he may sloppily kiss him, swallowing his groan while brutally fucking that tight, pure ass. The dark wizard reaches around to drag his fingernails through Arthur’s fire red hair, suckling hungrily on his tongue.

Soon enough, Lucius is crying out, trembling and spilling himself on Arthur’s hand, thereby bringing Arthur off, and Arthur has never had such a shattering orgasm; his eyes are fluttering as he continues to empty himself inside Lucius. They slump together over the wooden table, and Lucius reaches up, pressing all the buttons on the radio until it falls silent.
For several minutes, the only sound is of the two men breathing, and then Lucius moves into an upright position, pushing Arthur away from him – but only long enough to face him. Tugging him forward, he kisses him full on, tongues dueling lazily as Arthur makes a soft sound in the back of his throat and then Lucius pushes him away again, putting several feet between them. He combs a hand through his long hair and Arthur gets a glimpse of the dark mark burned into his forearm as he suddenly feels a stab of regret.

With his wand, Lucius cleans himself as Arthur notes with satisfaction that the other wizard seems to be moving slower then before and with some small measure of caution. Arthur feels good about having given it to him so good, at least.

“Are you all right?” he inquires, not looking at Lucius as he clumsily pulls on the muggle clothes, mindful of the no-magic-outside-of-the-wizarding-world rule.
Lucius doesn’t respond, simply pulls up his jeans and shrugs awkwardly back into the tight-fitting shirt. Instead, though, he murmurs in a sober voice, completely devoid of venom or sarcasm.

“I’ll ready the Portkey.”

Arthur nods, slowly, reality dawning on him that this was just a fluke situation, something he should feel nothing concrete about – just a random fuck, nothing more.

“Right. Of course.”

In moments, they are back inside the office at the ministry and Arthur is performing the spell that will restore their muggle clothes to their wizarding robes. Arthur chances a glance at Lucius to find him already staring at him.

“Listen, Arthur, you should know that…”

“It’s fine,” Arthur interrupts, wanting to avoid anymore awkwardness. “I understand.”

“No.” Lucius says in a quiet voice. “You don’t. I don’t know how to…do this. I only understand the sex part. Beyond that…I’m defunct…so don’t assume I’m…that is to say, I…”

“You’re a Death Eater.” Arthur says bluntly but in an equally quiet voice. “I should have known you would be incapable of…”

“Don’t speak to me in that tone, Arthur.” Lucius says in a savage whisper. “I’m still capable of destroying you if I so choose…”

“So destroy me, you miserable git!”

Lucius sighs, softly. “I don’t want to, Arthur. After today, you should know that.”

Arthur stands there, hands still on the stupid portkey can. “Well, what do you want to do?”

Lucius looks for an instant as if he might be having an internal struggle before leaning over and kissing Arthur lightly on the lips. Arthur lets his fall at his sides before coming up to tug Lucius’ robes forward and bring the man closer to him. Lucius has his hands in Arthur’s short red hair, messing it up as the kiss deepens, and soon they are in a heated embrace before they hear a soft musical noise and both men pull back, a little startled.

“What the hell?” Arthur is searching himself for the source before Lucius pulls the small object from his robe.

“I nicked this for you.” He says, extending the game towards Arthur. “You seemed…taken…by it.”

Arthur smiles in spite of himself. “Um. I…very much appreciate this…” He meets Lucius’ eyes. “..thank you.”

“Right.” Lucius says coldly, backing towards the door. “Well. Don’t expect anything sentimental.”
And with a swish of robes, he bolts out of the door, putting several feet between the two of them. Arthur smiles down at the trinket, still tasting phantom traces of Lucius Malfoy on his lips, as he wonders absently how they will proceed from here.


TBC?