Dark Affair

It was a late evening and everything, was dark and quiet in the Lestrange manor except for one room in the far end of the manor where a small candle were shining and giving a dull light in the otherwise, dark room. Creating lots of shadows that could fool the eye.

Right now two persons were sitting in a large, dark armchair – like everything else in the room, in the far end of the room, far from the window. They apparently had no wish to be seen alone with each other, especially not here. The persons were Walden McNair and Rodolphus Lestrange and as we all know, Roddy is still married to that hag, Bellatrix. Walden, one of the death eaters, was seated in the armchair with a glass with whiskey in his hand that he drank of from time to time. The later one of the pair was sitting in the first ones lap, reading a report about a top secret mission from the dark lord that he had order a few death eaters to do for him.

McNair put his free arm, touching his body lightly as he did so, around Lestrange’s slim waist and pulled him close against his chest so that he also could read the report, *cough* yeah right, we readers knows what he really wants, and he started kissing butterfly-kisses on Roddy’s pale and sensitive neck while he read the report over his shoulder that Roddy still had in his hands.

Roddy moaned by the light touches and let him relax more into the embrace - melting, reports, top secret missions and all of that soon forgotten. He turned around so that he was sitting across Walden’s lap, face-to-face with the handsome man and rubbing their hard erections together, making both of them groan in need of more.

Walden’s glass, that still had whiskey in it, fell from his hand and hit the floor, ice cubes fell all over the dark red carpet, forgotten the same second it started to fall. The hand that had held the now forgotten glass, grabbed Roddy’s soft and slender neck hard and pulled him down and closer for a rough and breathtaking kiss that made both men moan and left them both wanting even more.

Roddy’s hands roamed over Walden’s broad and well sculptured chest and soon found the hem of his shirt and pulled it off leaving Walden with a bare chest. Roddy’s fingers soon found his nipples as he kissed Walden painfully, while Walden literally ripped off Roddy’s black shirt. Walden broke the kiss though to take a look at Roddy’s slim, pale and well shaped upper body and his long, red hair flowing down his back.

Roddy started kissing, biting, licking and sucking on Walden’s neck and collarbone while he skilfully worked with Walden’s belt and pants. And as soon as he had opened them, Walden lifted him up, got up from the armchair, walked out off his pants as they fell around his ankles and walked over to the dark queen-size bed with satin sheet, were he put Roddy down carefully.

As soon as he had put Roddy down he started working on his pants and as soon as they were open he pulled them off leaving Roddy’s pale body in just a pair of black boxers just like himself. It was a very different sight. Roddy was pale, slim, slender with long red hair while Walden was big and well sculptured, he was still flexible, and with hid short dark hair, he was a very masculine sight.

They were just watching each other in total silence for a few moments, just taking in the sight of each others bodies almost naked and oh, so very hard. What a beautiful sight. They never get enough of each other and they simply don’t care if it’s right or wrong either or what other thinks.

Walden was the first one of them to move. He crawled like a cat over to Roddy and started kissing his way over his body and towards his full, bruised lips. His hands were touching their way up towards Roddy’s hard cock that was screaming for attention while Roddy were clutching the sheets, moaning and gasping.

Walden soon pulled off Roddy’s boxers together with his own, leaving them both naked and very horny. Walden mumbled a spell for lubricant before he carefully entered Roddy with two fingers while kissing him senseless. He soon entered another finger making Roddy moan both in pain and in pleasure. He grabbed Walden’s full and very much hard cock and guided him towards his entrance showing him that he was indeed, very ready.

McNair placed his cock by Roddy’s entrance positioning himself above him and entering slowly, letting Roddy adjust to his large cock in his tight arse. Roddy squeezed his shoulder in the same time as he pushed against the cock inside him to signalling that he was ready.

McNair started thrusting, fast and hard, making both of them moan and groan with each thrust and making Roddy scratch Walden’s back, making it bleed and bite his neck hard, leaving marks when Walden hit that special spot.

Walden kept thrusting, sending both of them closer to climax. Roddy came first with a muffled scream against the crock of Walden’s neck and Walden came soon after when he felt that hot, tight arse tightening even more around his cock. He also screamed out his pleasure before he slumped down beside Roddy.
They both fell asleep after that in each others arms…



Next morning…

Roddy woke up the next morning when to sun shone in his eyes through the windows, they had forgotten to pull the curtains and he felt sour in places he knew very well of by now but didn’t want to think about. He felt sweaty, dirty and it smelled sex in the room from the night before. He turned around to the other side just to find the other side of the bed cold and empty, he left early again, just like every other time they have been doing this. But this time, there was a small note on the pillow where Walden had slept. He picked it up, read it and smiled…

‘Until next time…’