Paradise

A subtle hand traced the many scars on his back, some given to him by that hand, some won in battles... He leaned into the cool fingers, rutting his hips rhythmically. His breath was loud, harsh pants. Gagged, any demands he growled out were muffled completely...

Lucius licked the dirty, grimy ear, savoring the taste. Fenrir shivered and closed his eyes again. Submitting to the feel of a pale, ghostly hand softly touching him. Slobber fell freely from his mouth as he continued to rut into nothing. He was not allowed to be stimulated. He was not allowed to be gratified. He fucking loved it.

"I asked you... Would you like to have me or your wand? I do believe I'm much much thicker..."

Oh, Fenrir wanted him, had to have him. He would. Drool went everywhere as he spluttered out his need. Lucius sneered at the savagery. He tamed this beast with his own hands, no magic, no force. This monster craved him. He sighed. Beautiful...

He took the gag out, sitting on the beast's back. Fenrir's limbs didn't waver once. On all fours, the added weight was wanted. The man sitting on him could give him everything he ever wanted.

"What did you want?" the purr came out in a drawl.

"You know." Fenrir's teeth clenched.

"No. I don't. Tell me, or I'll leave you here, like this."

"You know what it is..."

"Are you shy, now? Crude parasite, you are..."

"I always want..."

"What?"

Lucius was losing his patience now. They had played these games months ago, and he thought they were through, but apparently they weren't. With a pale hand, he gripped Fenrir's grey, matted hair in a fist, wrapping it around.

"What?!"

Fenrir growled. This night, the night before the full moon, he wanted to struggle... Just once more. For his own dignity.

"Agh!"

A fistful of hair was caught in the pale talons and tugged free. Fenrir shook. Not from pain, not from anger, but from lust.

"I want you."

"I thought so."

Lucius shook off the greasy hair from his hand with delight. Fenrir could feel the other man grinning maniacly as he got up off his body.

"Love?" his voice was so soft and sweet, he made Fenrir shiver.

A shiny, leather boot greeted his sight. It sat there, catching the yellow light of the lanterns strung up on the stone walls, beckoning his tongue. Fenrir loved the texture on his tongue and wanted to come right then and there from knowing the pleasure licking the boot would cause his master.

His master...

He had waited too long and that elegant foot poised itself and nailed him in the face, nearly toppling him over. Lucius thought he heard a crack. He didn't miss the hiss that spewed out of his dear Fenrir's nasty mouth. "What's taking you?"

Fenrir quickly bent down and started lapping at the cool leather, soft and resistant againt his tongue. It tasted of dirt, boot polish, and lust. The three sweetest things Fenrir never dreamed of before. It nearly squeaked under his attacking muscle.

Lucius purred at him, watching closely at the mut licking his boot attentively. What a horrible sight.

Fenrir felt weightless, in pure elevation. A sharp crack stung him and caught him off guard. Held high was a black whip. Lucius was smiling sweetly and nodded for him to continue his love making to the boot. Again the fire lashed against his back, making him arch and groan. Fenrir almost bit his tongue. God... This was heaven.

"You're done. Good boy."

The boot was dripping with saliva, a bright sheen glistened at the toe. Lovely.

"Dear, Fenrir, turn around so that I may see what is mine."

That was what Fenrir loved about Lucius. He was completely Lucius's and no one else's. Fenrir had claimed many people, lovers and lives, but no one had ever owned him until he met Lucius. His words stirred him. What is mine, what is mine, what is mine, what is mine....

And there, a finger, slick and cold, no... It was a wand. Fenrir turned around but was haulted by the boot he had just kissed tenderly. It knocked into his side warningly.

"I'm only preparing you. What an ugly piece you are. Look at this... So tight... So dirty."

He shoved it further and whispered a spell and shallowly fucked the man that shook and trembled under him. Fenrir nearly whimpered. It was paradise.

Quickly it was gone. "You have me. What should I do?"

Fenrir couldn't voice it. His voice... Was gone. Completely. He could feel the man prodding at his core, nudging him open, slightly. "What is it, baby?"

It was vile, Fenrir wanted to sob. Lucius made him feel helpless, powerless, innocent... Human. Fenrir felt human for once. "Tell me, sweetie. Tell me, Fenrir, pet, love."

"Do it."

Lucius moved in a bit, testing.

"Oohh, what is it you want from me?"

Lucius was losing himself in the tight ring, but he was still master.

"Tell me what it is you want..."

"Fuck me."

Lucius slammed in, Fenrir could only cry out and shove back against the intruder. God. Lucius was completely in him and pulling out and ruthlessly slamming back in. "You hideous bitch. You nasty whore. You monster. You lapdog. You bastard. You stupid cunt. Take it, bitch..."

Lucius chanted nasty things into Fenrir's ear as he moved faster. Fenrir could only growl back in disagreement, then sob in agreement. Was this rape?

"You're my lapdog, aren't you? You like taking Master's cock, and sobbing and crying out for him. don't you? You fucking love this posh bastard fuck you like you deserve."

"Y-y-yessss." He could only hiss his reply out, barely. Tears stung his eyes and streaked his dirty face. It was all too true. The regretful tears falling out were all the times he had wished... He could kill Lucius. He regretted all those terrible thoughts. The dark blood trickling down his sweat and mud covered thighs was atonement. The short, well-groomed nails carving lines into his back was atonement. The bruise slowly healing on his face was atonement.

"Ugly creature."

The pace was quickening, their breaths short, Lucius losing it completely was growling incoherent things into Fenrir's ear. Fenrir's senses were short of intense as he heard and felt everything going on between the two. He dug at the floor, scraping at it, struggling for release.

Everything that was pushed down deep was coming up for the both of them. Lucius composure and Fenrir's rage was dying, only a part of the past that they had overcome together.Slamming into each other, stars shined against their eyes.

It was a feverish dance, losing themsevles in the clammy atmosphere. Lucius grabbed a fistful of hair and slammed Fenrir's head down on the cold stone and cried out. He became the beast for one moment, and then released it into Fenrir, letting heirs to the Malfoy fortune slip down the bloody, grimy thighs.

Fenrir was straining not to end it yet, clenching himself tightly around the man inside him. He was finished. Not yet... And then those soft, elegant hands started to tease him as he was rutted against. This was the part Fenrir cared for the most. His innards softly massaged as were his chest and cock, stroked slowly at first and then quickly...

It ended. Fenrir only growled behind his gnashed yellow teeth. Lucius stayed inside for a good ten minutes before hauling himself off.

"You know I'd kiss you, but..."

Then he changed his mind and unhooked Fenrir's collar instead. He could finally stand to full height, he grabbed Lucius and pinned him to the wall.

"We're not done yet, master. A pound of flesh for paradise..."


Author's Note: The last line is from 10 Years's song "All Your Lies" which inspired me to write this fic. This is my first fic posted on this site and I'm very excited. Please leave a comment and review about how much you liked or hated it. Thank you for reading. :D