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I wrote something new.
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Dignity
With a clinical eye, Lucius Malfoy watched as Regulus Black fucked his cousin. It was impressive, in that it broke a long-standing taboo, since they were too closely related to marry, but not terribly impressive at all in any other way. Bellatrix was an animal, of course, but when wasn't the woman vocal, honestly? She was a pureblood, but not really couth enough for the rank it gave her, though no one had ever told her that and escaped unscathed, which really just proved the point.
These thoughts and others flicked through Lucius's mind as he watched, because the sex really was uninteresting. They were both reasonably attractive, too, and the man couldn't be bothered to pretend to be aroused.
Regulus had her bent over the desk in his father's study, the risk of discovery (because he hadn't realized they already had been) omnipresent. It should have been gloriously foul; he could have been uttering filthy things into Bellatrix's ear in an effort to get the woman to shut up, but perhaps Regulus just wasn't interested in what he was doing, because it lacked the creative flair that Lucius, at least, thought all incestuous relations should have.
The swarthy young man emitted barely a grunt when he finished, in stark contrast to Bellatrix, who wasn't afraid to shriek her own climax. How droll and predictable. Lucius sighed, and though he hadn't done it particularly loudly, two pairs of dark, unfocused eyes were instantly drawn his way.
Bellatrix straightened and smoothed down her robes with the air of a predator, but the blonde's eyes were not for her. When he spoke, however, his words, at least, were. "With the way you carry on, Bella, you'd think the boy had been killing you, rather than fucking you." Grey eyes flicked over to her face, daring her to challenge him. "More's the pity he wasn't."
The woman's laughter was high and cold, her voice harsh when she spoke, though Lucius did not trouble himself to continue focusing upon her. "I had to do something to entertain myself, didn't I? He wasn't doing a very good job."
Regulus Black was all of seventeen and, in spite of his age, nothing about him was awkward, because he was a Black, and because good breeding did not allow for awkwardness. Lucius looked on the young man, vaguely impressed, but yet again, not very: he looked impeccably put together for someone who had just finished, though the blonde attested that fact to the ineptitude of his partner at pleasing a man. Black or not, post-coitus there should have been subtle signs of discomposure where there were none, and at Regulus's age and probable lack of experience, they should have been even more pronounced.
Bellatrix seemed to notice his scrutiny, because she gave a wry snort, planting her hands on shapely hips. "What are you thinking of, Lucius?" she chortled.
"Leave us," the blonde responded dryly, letting his eyes return to her to drive the point in. "I wish to speak to the boy without listening to your cackling in the background."
The woman laughed, and if Lucius had been given to showing reactions in facial expression, he would have scowled his annoyance. He didn't even acknowledge her when she sidled by him, brushing a hand down the front of him from collar to groin. "I'll be up in my room if he leaves you as unsatisfied as he did me…" she sing-songed as she closed the study door behind her.
Once she was gone, Lucius regarded his prey impassively, and the young man gazed back, looking distinctly un-prey-like to the untrained eye. The blonde, however, could see that Regulus's knuckles were paler than the rest of him, could easily ascertain that the young man wasn't quite meeting his eyes, instead staring unblinkingly at Lucius's hairline. Interesting that this was enough to disquiet the boy when the sex hadn't.
"Was that your first time, then?" he prompted without preamble, tone fastidious. "Because if it wasn't, it might well have been. That was rather painful to watch." As always, cold and direct. Lucius marked a point in the boy's favour that he didn't flinch. His eyes did not follow the blonde as he moved closer, circled around. Impressive. Lucius had made a practice of intimidating other Slytherins, and he was very good at it.
"No," came the silky response, delicate and proper, almost as if, in spite of what he'd been caught doing, he found the topic distasteful. "Bella caught me with Cissa once, and I've been fucking her ever since. That was…a year ago?" Lucius couldn't help but snort softly in response to the vague sense of pride and self-satisfaction radiating from the boy, which earned him an instant frown. "What?"
"Do you think it bothers me, no matter how many times you've fucked my fiancée? She still belongs to me; will always be mine, and judging from your recent performance, with very good reason..." The blonde's voice was sharp, reproving, and he watched with amusement as Regulus's restraint crumbled in the face of a true scowl.
"Would you like to know what I think, boy?" Lucius asked crisply, the nature of his tone actually encouraging a response where normally it didn't.
"Does it really matter whether I want to hear it or not?" Regulus countered, soft voice couched with the slightest edge.
"Temper, temper." His voice was dry, unamused. This was a predator's dance, and Lucius was surprised the boy was keeping up at all. "Anyway, what I think is," and here he paused behind Regulus, speaking directly into his ear, "your body is not for fucking, but instead made to be fucked." The blonde watched with interest as a shiver raced down Regulus's spine. Well. Wasn't that interesting?
"My…how very filthy of you," Lucius breathed, finally allowing some of his infinite amusement with the situation to work its way into his voice. "You've given it some thought, have you? Would you have preferred to be the one bent over that desk?" he hissed, tongue flicking out to thoughtlessly trace the curve of Regulus's ear. "I'm sure if you'd asked, Bellatrix would have fucked you with her fingers until you came all over Mr. Black's fine antique mahogany. Maybe even use her wand, so she could get you really deeply."
The boy was trembling, faintly, and Lucius pressed the advantage, sliding right up behind him, grinding his half-aroused cock to Regulus's ass. One gloved hand held the boy's hip, adding pressure since he knew there was no way his prey would flee.
"Why didn't you ask her?" Lucius wasn't any taller than Regulus, but his body was more solid, his mere presence overwhelming. And, of course, he knew it. "Were you afraid of what she might think of you? I assure you, right now she couldn't think any less. Or perhaps, you were afraid to give her that power over you…" His tone was teasing, knowing.
With their bodies flush, it was easy to discern another faint shiver. The boy's flesh spoke to him, in a way his lips had been trained not to. "Your body is traitorous," Lucius murmured, teeth brief and sharp on Regulus's ear. "It tells me what you want, though you do not wish me to know.
"I am going to teach you some things, young Master Black… Power is not to simply be given, like some sort of gift. It is to be taken." He pushed Regulus forward and the boy's hands splayed across the smooth wood of his father's desk reflexively to keep himself from landing on his face. "This is why you are not made for fucking," Lucius teased. "You could not even seize power from a woman who is so free with it that she would not have fought to keep it. Are you really so afraid of what people think?"
Regulus was panting hard in the midst of fluttering parchment, still cascading from his father's desk. Still, he had yet to offer a single objection to anything Lucius had said. The boy was anything but composed, and the blonde was furious at this continued silence, prevaricated stoicism.
"Still in control, are we? Still clinging to your precious dignity, although it is so very obvious how much you want this? Are you so truly foolish to think, after the display I witnessed earlier, that you even have any dignity left?" Lucius hissed scathingly. His hands were rougher than they needed to be, working the button of Regulus's trousers, shoving them and pants together down around the boy's knees.
That, at least, elicited a low groan from the young man, and then another, louder one when Lucius had opened his own trousers to grind his stiffening cock between the tight cheeks of the boy's ass. The blonde snorted disdainfully, easily subduing his own response.
"You may be the heir, and Black blood may run through your veins, and yes that does elevate you above almost everyone, but remember this, boy, because you are no better than your peers, and I will always be here to remind you of that fact." He paused only to moisten two fingers in his mouth; the boy didn't deserve more extensive lubrication than that, and then drove both digits home without warning.
The sudden agonized gasp startled from Regulus's lips was music to his ears, and he never so much as hesitated as he thrust into the boy at a hard, fast pace.
Lucius watched as the young Black squirmed and whimpered, his attempts at self-control an exercise in futility, and the blonde's grey eyes were anything but clinical now. "How does it feel?" he purred. "Your covering may be as pretty as the rest of us, but deep down you're filthy, and all the incompetent fucking in the world can't hide it. The only reason you played around with Narcissa and Bellatrix is because they aren't smart enough to figure out your game. Isn't that right?" With that last, he drove his fingers deep, hard, seeking out that spot that would bend any man to his will.
"Yes!" Regulus cried, the sound somewhere between a sob and a moan, and though it wasn't clear whether he was, in fact, answering the question, Lucius didn't press for any elaboration.
The blonde withdrew his fingers, and Regulus nearly choked, pressing his cheek to the hard wood of his father's desk, gazing up at Lucius through one heavily-lidded eye. The look he gave the man spoke of unadulterated hatred, and undeniable need, and debauched innocence, as if innocence was anything he could even remember having.
Lucius chuckled quietly as the boy's hips squirmed and he pressed close, his cock deliberate against the boy's wriggling ass as he leaned over, and with an air of extreme delicacy dragged his tongue along the side of Regulus's face from jaw to temple.
With a subtle shift, he aligned himself and drove inward, gasping softly at the tight heat he was engulfed by. With a wry sense of amusement, he couldn't help but note that Regulus was anything but composed: writhing and moaning and shuddering beneath him, grasping blindly at the desk for something to hold on to and sending even more parchment to the floor.
Lucius's pace was hard and fast and brutal, his own demeanour barely controlled. However, at the same time, the man fucked with purpose, and that purpose was to see Regulus uncontrolled, overwhelmed, lacking in all that dignity and poise he cleaved to. Pureblood or not, there was no place for such things in good sex.
Regulus's voice was hoarse and an octave lower than usual, and he did not trouble himself to mute his groans at all; Lucius would have accused the boy of Bellatrix's theatrics if it hadn't been so very obvious how much he was enjoying himself.
With as aroused as the blonde had been by the entire affair, it wasn't long at all before Lucius was straining his release, muscles taut, hips pumping erratically as he filled the boy with his seed.
His hair was damp with sweat, gracelessly sticking to his face as he panted thickly, but mindless of his own disarray, Lucius reached up, seized Regulus's cock roughly, intent the boy should at least match his own state. He continued thrusting into that hot, willing body in quick bursts, his own figure wracked with tremors as he overstimulated his softening cock.
The sound Regulus made when he finished was not too far short of a scream, his fluids indeed spurting onto the front of his father's desk. Lucius wondered if, by some small miracle, anyone in the house hadn't heard him. Not that it mattered, of course.
Lucius removed himself from the boy, straightened himself up impeccably. Regulus all but collapsed, a boneless mess supported by antique mahogany. A beautiful portrait of defilement. Minutes ticked by as the young man heaved great panting breaths, eyes slightly glazed as they regarded Lucius coldly.
Once the blonde was satisfied that he was again presentable, he raised a disdainful eyebrow at the boy. "Let that be a lesson to you," he murmured in a measured, ever so slightly amused drawl. "No one cares what you get up to, or with whom."
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Dignity
With a clinical eye, Lucius Malfoy watched as Regulus Black fucked his cousin. It was impressive, in that it broke a long-standing taboo, since they were too closely related to marry, but not terribly impressive at all in any other way. Bellatrix was an animal, of course, but when wasn't the woman vocal, honestly? She was a pureblood, but not really couth enough for the rank it gave her, though no one had ever told her that and escaped unscathed, which really just proved the point.
These thoughts and others flicked through Lucius's mind as he watched, because the sex really was uninteresting. They were both reasonably attractive, too, and the man couldn't be bothered to pretend to be aroused.
Regulus had her bent over the desk in his father's study, the risk of discovery (because he hadn't realized they already had been) omnipresent. It should have been gloriously foul; he could have been uttering filthy things into Bellatrix's ear in an effort to get the woman to shut up, but perhaps Regulus just wasn't interested in what he was doing, because it lacked the creative flair that Lucius, at least, thought all incestuous relations should have.
The swarthy young man emitted barely a grunt when he finished, in stark contrast to Bellatrix, who wasn't afraid to shriek her own climax. How droll and predictable. Lucius sighed, and though he hadn't done it particularly loudly, two pairs of dark, unfocused eyes were instantly drawn his way.
Bellatrix straightened and smoothed down her robes with the air of a predator, but the blonde's eyes were not for her. When he spoke, however, his words, at least, were. "With the way you carry on, Bella, you'd think the boy had been killing you, rather than fucking you." Grey eyes flicked over to her face, daring her to challenge him. "More's the pity he wasn't."
The woman's laughter was high and cold, her voice harsh when she spoke, though Lucius did not trouble himself to continue focusing upon her. "I had to do something to entertain myself, didn't I? He wasn't doing a very good job."
Regulus Black was all of seventeen and, in spite of his age, nothing about him was awkward, because he was a Black, and because good breeding did not allow for awkwardness. Lucius looked on the young man, vaguely impressed, but yet again, not very: he looked impeccably put together for someone who had just finished, though the blonde attested that fact to the ineptitude of his partner at pleasing a man. Black or not, post-coitus there should have been subtle signs of discomposure where there were none, and at Regulus's age and probable lack of experience, they should have been even more pronounced.
Bellatrix seemed to notice his scrutiny, because she gave a wry snort, planting her hands on shapely hips. "What are you thinking of, Lucius?" she chortled.
"Leave us," the blonde responded dryly, letting his eyes return to her to drive the point in. "I wish to speak to the boy without listening to your cackling in the background."
The woman laughed, and if Lucius had been given to showing reactions in facial expression, he would have scowled his annoyance. He didn't even acknowledge her when she sidled by him, brushing a hand down the front of him from collar to groin. "I'll be up in my room if he leaves you as unsatisfied as he did me…" she sing-songed as she closed the study door behind her.
Once she was gone, Lucius regarded his prey impassively, and the young man gazed back, looking distinctly un-prey-like to the untrained eye. The blonde, however, could see that Regulus's knuckles were paler than the rest of him, could easily ascertain that the young man wasn't quite meeting his eyes, instead staring unblinkingly at Lucius's hairline. Interesting that this was enough to disquiet the boy when the sex hadn't.
"Was that your first time, then?" he prompted without preamble, tone fastidious. "Because if it wasn't, it might well have been. That was rather painful to watch." As always, cold and direct. Lucius marked a point in the boy's favour that he didn't flinch. His eyes did not follow the blonde as he moved closer, circled around. Impressive. Lucius had made a practice of intimidating other Slytherins, and he was very good at it.
"No," came the silky response, delicate and proper, almost as if, in spite of what he'd been caught doing, he found the topic distasteful. "Bella caught me with Cissa once, and I've been fucking her ever since. That was…a year ago?" Lucius couldn't help but snort softly in response to the vague sense of pride and self-satisfaction radiating from the boy, which earned him an instant frown. "What?"
"Do you think it bothers me, no matter how many times you've fucked my fiancée? She still belongs to me; will always be mine, and judging from your recent performance, with very good reason..." The blonde's voice was sharp, reproving, and he watched with amusement as Regulus's restraint crumbled in the face of a true scowl.
"Would you like to know what I think, boy?" Lucius asked crisply, the nature of his tone actually encouraging a response where normally it didn't.
"Does it really matter whether I want to hear it or not?" Regulus countered, soft voice couched with the slightest edge.
"Temper, temper." His voice was dry, unamused. This was a predator's dance, and Lucius was surprised the boy was keeping up at all. "Anyway, what I think is," and here he paused behind Regulus, speaking directly into his ear, "your body is not for fucking, but instead made to be fucked." The blonde watched with interest as a shiver raced down Regulus's spine. Well. Wasn't that interesting?
"My…how very filthy of you," Lucius breathed, finally allowing some of his infinite amusement with the situation to work its way into his voice. "You've given it some thought, have you? Would you have preferred to be the one bent over that desk?" he hissed, tongue flicking out to thoughtlessly trace the curve of Regulus's ear. "I'm sure if you'd asked, Bellatrix would have fucked you with her fingers until you came all over Mr. Black's fine antique mahogany. Maybe even use her wand, so she could get you really deeply."
The boy was trembling, faintly, and Lucius pressed the advantage, sliding right up behind him, grinding his half-aroused cock to Regulus's ass. One gloved hand held the boy's hip, adding pressure since he knew there was no way his prey would flee.
"Why didn't you ask her?" Lucius wasn't any taller than Regulus, but his body was more solid, his mere presence overwhelming. And, of course, he knew it. "Were you afraid of what she might think of you? I assure you, right now she couldn't think any less. Or perhaps, you were afraid to give her that power over you…" His tone was teasing, knowing.
With their bodies flush, it was easy to discern another faint shiver. The boy's flesh spoke to him, in a way his lips had been trained not to. "Your body is traitorous," Lucius murmured, teeth brief and sharp on Regulus's ear. "It tells me what you want, though you do not wish me to know.
"I am going to teach you some things, young Master Black… Power is not to simply be given, like some sort of gift. It is to be taken." He pushed Regulus forward and the boy's hands splayed across the smooth wood of his father's desk reflexively to keep himself from landing on his face. "This is why you are not made for fucking," Lucius teased. "You could not even seize power from a woman who is so free with it that she would not have fought to keep it. Are you really so afraid of what people think?"
Regulus was panting hard in the midst of fluttering parchment, still cascading from his father's desk. Still, he had yet to offer a single objection to anything Lucius had said. The boy was anything but composed, and the blonde was furious at this continued silence, prevaricated stoicism.
"Still in control, are we? Still clinging to your precious dignity, although it is so very obvious how much you want this? Are you so truly foolish to think, after the display I witnessed earlier, that you even have any dignity left?" Lucius hissed scathingly. His hands were rougher than they needed to be, working the button of Regulus's trousers, shoving them and pants together down around the boy's knees.
That, at least, elicited a low groan from the young man, and then another, louder one when Lucius had opened his own trousers to grind his stiffening cock between the tight cheeks of the boy's ass. The blonde snorted disdainfully, easily subduing his own response.
"You may be the heir, and Black blood may run through your veins, and yes that does elevate you above almost everyone, but remember this, boy, because you are no better than your peers, and I will always be here to remind you of that fact." He paused only to moisten two fingers in his mouth; the boy didn't deserve more extensive lubrication than that, and then drove both digits home without warning.
The sudden agonized gasp startled from Regulus's lips was music to his ears, and he never so much as hesitated as he thrust into the boy at a hard, fast pace.
Lucius watched as the young Black squirmed and whimpered, his attempts at self-control an exercise in futility, and the blonde's grey eyes were anything but clinical now. "How does it feel?" he purred. "Your covering may be as pretty as the rest of us, but deep down you're filthy, and all the incompetent fucking in the world can't hide it. The only reason you played around with Narcissa and Bellatrix is because they aren't smart enough to figure out your game. Isn't that right?" With that last, he drove his fingers deep, hard, seeking out that spot that would bend any man to his will.
"Yes!" Regulus cried, the sound somewhere between a sob and a moan, and though it wasn't clear whether he was, in fact, answering the question, Lucius didn't press for any elaboration.
The blonde withdrew his fingers, and Regulus nearly choked, pressing his cheek to the hard wood of his father's desk, gazing up at Lucius through one heavily-lidded eye. The look he gave the man spoke of unadulterated hatred, and undeniable need, and debauched innocence, as if innocence was anything he could even remember having.
Lucius chuckled quietly as the boy's hips squirmed and he pressed close, his cock deliberate against the boy's wriggling ass as he leaned over, and with an air of extreme delicacy dragged his tongue along the side of Regulus's face from jaw to temple.
With a subtle shift, he aligned himself and drove inward, gasping softly at the tight heat he was engulfed by. With a wry sense of amusement, he couldn't help but note that Regulus was anything but composed: writhing and moaning and shuddering beneath him, grasping blindly at the desk for something to hold on to and sending even more parchment to the floor.
Lucius's pace was hard and fast and brutal, his own demeanour barely controlled. However, at the same time, the man fucked with purpose, and that purpose was to see Regulus uncontrolled, overwhelmed, lacking in all that dignity and poise he cleaved to. Pureblood or not, there was no place for such things in good sex.
Regulus's voice was hoarse and an octave lower than usual, and he did not trouble himself to mute his groans at all; Lucius would have accused the boy of Bellatrix's theatrics if it hadn't been so very obvious how much he was enjoying himself.
With as aroused as the blonde had been by the entire affair, it wasn't long at all before Lucius was straining his release, muscles taut, hips pumping erratically as he filled the boy with his seed.
His hair was damp with sweat, gracelessly sticking to his face as he panted thickly, but mindless of his own disarray, Lucius reached up, seized Regulus's cock roughly, intent the boy should at least match his own state. He continued thrusting into that hot, willing body in quick bursts, his own figure wracked with tremors as he overstimulated his softening cock.
The sound Regulus made when he finished was not too far short of a scream, his fluids indeed spurting onto the front of his father's desk. Lucius wondered if, by some small miracle, anyone in the house hadn't heard him. Not that it mattered, of course.
Lucius removed himself from the boy, straightened himself up impeccably. Regulus all but collapsed, a boneless mess supported by antique mahogany. A beautiful portrait of defilement. Minutes ticked by as the young man heaved great panting breaths, eyes slightly glazed as they regarded Lucius coldly.
Once the blonde was satisfied that he was again presentable, he raised a disdainful eyebrow at the boy. "Let that be a lesson to you," he murmured in a measured, ever so slightly amused drawl. "No one cares what you get up to, or with whom."