This Time

Author's Note: Meh. I'm kinda disturbed. Written for laurel_tx's Mistaken Identity Challenge on livejournal. Not sure where the idea popped out from. I don't think I've ever written Lucius before. It's kinda odd, especially since he's pretty deranged at this point. Sorry if all the "--"'s distract you. It's my way of showing how jumbled up Lucius' mindset is.

i seem to be developing a slight obsession with malfoys.

Warnings: SLASH/Boy!Touching! Kinda OOC for Nutcase!Lucius. Implied character death. Implied necrophilia, I guess. Implied death!sex. Mentions of non-con. Language. Unbeta'd. X-posted.

Disclaimer: I think we all know why this doesn't belong to me.



"I need to see Lucius Malfoy," the hooded figure told the guard at the Azkaban gate.

"No visitors allowed after dark," the guard snarled.

"He has been summoned before the Wizengamot. I must speak with him," the figure insisted, showing the guard a piece of parchment with the signatures of several high-ranking members of the Wizengamot on it.

"Very well. I'll have an escort found immediately--"

"That won't be necessary." The figure lowered his hood a little, and the guard, muttering suspiciously, waved a Secrecy Senor around him, then grudgingly stepped aside.

"Third floor down, through the door on the right, last cell on the left, Mr. Potter." he grunted, gesturing toward the prison.

"Thanks."



Lucius was sitting against the dingy stone wall of his cell. His ragged prison robes were yanked up around his waist, and he was talking to himself, slowly wanking shamelessly. "...And I had him cuffed to the wall--made him suck my cock--Circe--he bit me, and I came all over his face, like the slut he was. Circe, haven't thought of this in years--remember it like it was yesterday, though. Blindfolded him, too, I remember. I could tell he wanted it, though--moaned and cursed, wrapped his fucking legs around my waist, he did--doesn't matter how much he said no--he still came all over himself, with me buried up to my balls in his arse! Potter--sweet Circe--he was a great fuck. Of course, then we killed him--" He shuddered a little, then sneered at the wall opposite him, panting a little.

He caught sight of Harry, who'd been standing there, watching him wank and listening with a revolted kind of aroused curiousity, for the last few minutes.

"Potter! You're still alive! You're even trickier than Wormtail! He's really dead this time--I made sure of it--the Dark Lord will thank me for getting rid of the real traitor! I knew all along it wasn't Severus!"

Harry only watched him babble on. Even if he hadn't known Lucius before, he'd have been able to tell he'd gone 'round the bend, by the simple fact that he thought Voldemort was still alive. Harry had seen the body burning.

"But I thought you were dead! You sneaky little bastard, I thought you were dead! Sweet Circe--it's about time, anyway, Potter--waited for so long--thought I'd get to kill you in the war, I did--but then the Dark Lord wanted to do you himself--but I was there the night I thought we killed you, too, remember--and Malfoys always get what they want, in the end! But I thought you were dead! You could've been a great Death Eater, you know, if you hadn't been a filthy blood-traitor! How'd you survive it?" Lucius laughed excitedly, still stroking himself unashamedly.

"I was just remembering that night we fucked, too--just thinking about you! Circe, you're such a slut--always were--shagging Black even after you got married to the Mudblood--moaned like a dirty whore, too, with my cock up your arse--and in front of your dear wife, and the brat, too!"

Harry stared, his mouth hanging open slightly. He was flushed red as a tomato, hearing Lucius talk about fucking James, and was more than a little hard at the thought of James shagging Sirius. " 'Lucius Malfoy, you are hereby commanded to appear before the court of the Wizengamot--' " he began, reading the summons as quickly as he could. When he was finished, Harry turned and began walking down the corridor, pleased to be leaving, though he doubted Lucius had heard a word he'd said, considering he obviously still believed Harry to be his dead father.

"Leaving so soon? Too bad, I was hoping to have some fun before you left! You have to admit, you like seeing me like this--stuck in this filthy cell, getting myself off in plain view, like the exhibitionist I am--bet you want me to suck your cock like a dirty slut--want to come in my mouth! Bet you want me to fuck you again--you're such a whore, Potter--I'll get you this time, in the end, I always get what I want--" Harry paused, then turned back toward the cell, where Lucius was still shouting obscenities. He could take advantage of this. He didn't really have time to get home and wank--he had a meeting to get to in less than an hour--and Lucius seemed willing...

"You're right, Lucius," he murmured, fiddling with the complicated locking spell on the door of the cell. "I do want that."

"Of course you do." The once-chilling grey eyes gleamed in the dim light of the prison.

Harry finally managed to unlock the cell door and get himself inside. He was fumbling with the lock, trying to lock it again, but Lucius grabbed him around the waist, efficiently distracting the younger man with groping hands. Harry groaned when Lucius ripped him around and shoved him against the wall, nipping his exposed throat harshly. His wand clattered to the floor, but neither man seemed to notice.

Lucius ripped Harry's robes in an attempt to get them off, but his own were in shreds by the time Harry was through with them and both were naked. One moment, Harry was on top, nibbling down Lucius' pale chest and clawing at his bony shoulders, and the next--

The next, Lucius had lunged forward, looking utterly manic, pinning Harry beneath him and snatching the dropped wand in the same instant. Pointing the wand in Harry's face as his cock pressed against Harry's arse, Lucius snickered, whispering maliciously.

"Just before you die, you'll feel my cock up your arse again, and you'll know that I've won. For sure, this time."