Fic: Proof Enough, Harry/Lucius, NC-17
Title: Proof Enough
Author: GMTH
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: HP/LM
Disclaimer: Everything you recognize from the Harry Potter series belongs to JK Rowling, Warner Bros., Scholastic and whoever else lays claim to it. No copyright infringement is intended and no profit is being made from this attempt at creativity.
Warnings: This is a nasty one, to suit my mood right now. Rough sex, established body piercings, BDSM and a horribly sadistic and manipulative Lucius, just 'cause that's the way I like him best.
Note: Harry is ADULT in this piece. Let's say he's in his mid-20s.
Summary: Harry makes a promise and Lucius wants to be sure he really means it.
PROOF ENOUGH
"What would you do to please me, Harry?" Lucius purred. His touch was like fire on Harry's quivering skin, his breath a sultry caress on the sensitive hollow of Harry's neck, and the younger man's hands cramped with the denial of not being able to touch Lucius in return.
"Anything," Harry whispered. It was the answer he always gave, the answer he knew he was expected to give, but that was not the only reason he said it. No. He meant it. He would do anything Lucius asked of him, anything to be taken and consumed and violated in the way that only Lucius could.
"An easy promise to make." Harry shivered as Lucius's lips formed the words against the shell of his ear. "But not such an easy promise to keep."
"Isn't this proof enough that I mean what I say?" Harry asked softly, gesturing as best he could to the Y-shaped band of leather that adorned his body. Each of the upper arms of the Y was hooked to a gold ring pierced through the tight flesh of his nipples, the lower portion to a similar ring through the head of his cock. He would wear this harness for the rest of his life; the piercings were magical and could never be removed unless Lucius released them. Harry hated the way they looked and loathed the way they snagged his clothing on the rare occasions when he wore any, but he refused to ask Lucius for their release.
"No," Lucius replied, tugging sharply on the leather band. Knife-edged spikes of painful ecstasy danced across all three erogenous zones, and Harry thrashed and drummed his heels against the mattress as his cock began to fill. Lucius smiled and tugged again harder, watching Harry, letting his pain and pleasure feed his own arousal.
"Then how -" Harry moaned breathlessly as the piercings shifted once more " - how can I prove it to you?"
"There is a way," Lucius whispered thoughtfully, "if you are willing."
"Whatever you want, Lucius," Harry gasped.
"Very well," Lucius said. "Let's see if your promise is sincere." Grabbing up his wand, he murmured the spell to release the manacles from Harry's wrists. "Up. On your knees. Hold onto the headboard."
Harry moved as swiftly as his aching muscles would allow, arranging himself as Lucius had commanded. Another softly-spoken spell and his wrists were shackled to the headboard once more. Lucius reached around him from behind and threaded the leather band criss-crossing his torso through a hook in the wall. The band snapped taut as Lucius pulled Harry's hips back into position, wrenching a grunt from the younger wizard's throat and a string of pre-come from the tip of his straining cock.
Lucius prepared Harry quickly, his fingers lubricated with yet more magic, then breached him roughly and began his ride. With quick, deep thrusts he fucked Harry's grasping arse, drawing himself out completely each time before bottoming out on the plunge back in. Harry dipped his head and gripped the headboard with trembling hands, trying to hold his body still and minimize the jostling of his piercings. But the effort soon proved futile as Lucius's movements became even more intense. Every inch of Harry's body burned, but it was delicious and incredible and he gave himself over to it. He begged Lucius to give him more, fuck him faster, plunder him harder, sweating and squirming and rocking himself back against Lucius's hips. When Lucius wrapped his long, delicate fingers around the length of Harry's cock, he lasted for only a few rapid strokes before a mind-numbing orgasm burst through him.
And still Lucius continued his assault. When the last of Harry's seed had gushed into his palm, Lucius released him and Harry leaned back against him bonelessly. A moment later he felt the cool brush of Lucius's wand against his chest. He prodded Harry's distended nipples with the tip of his wand, sending tingles of magic skittering across each one in turn before slowing the movement of his hips.
"Avada K..." Lucius whispered slowly in Harry's ear, pressing the tip of the wand to Harry's heart.
The luxurious haze of his afterglow ricocheted away faster than any Snitch possibly could as Harry realized what Lucius was planning to do. He stiffened and bucked backward frantically, trying to dislodge the older wizard. "Lucius!" he cried, "what are you doing?!"
"I'm testing your promise," Lucius replied matter-of-factly, steadying himself in place. "You said you would do anything to please me."
"I didn't mean... I never thought..." In his panic, Harry was unable to form a complete thought. His heart was thrumming erratically and he was certain he would have lost control of his bowels had Lucius's cock not been planted deep within them. His begging took on a decidedly different tone as tears began cascading down his cheeks. "Please, Lucius, don't..."
Lucius sighed his irritation. "I warned you that the promise would be easier to make than to keep."
"Oh gods... no..."
"Very well, then," Lucius growled in a dangerous, silky tone. "The next time I ask you that question, I expect you will be prepared to give me a more realistic answer. Crucio!"
Every muscle in Harry's body tensed and cramped as the white-hot pain tore him in half. Lucius's screams joined Harry's as the he spasmed around the length of his cock, ripping his climax from him. He released Harry from the curse only after he was sure the last drop of semen had been wrung from his trembling, tingling balls.
"You disappoint me, Harry," Lucius said hoarsely as he withdrew.
Harry could not answer. His nerves were still stinging from the curse and his thoughts were in such a turmoil he was unable to formulate a response or even to understand what it was he was feeling. When Lucius freed him from his bondage, he collapsed onto the bed, choking on his tears. It was not until long after Lucius had gone that he could finally put a name to the emotion roiling inside him.
He was disappointed in himself, as well.
Author: GMTH
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: HP/LM
Disclaimer: Everything you recognize from the Harry Potter series belongs to JK Rowling, Warner Bros., Scholastic and whoever else lays claim to it. No copyright infringement is intended and no profit is being made from this attempt at creativity.
Warnings: This is a nasty one, to suit my mood right now. Rough sex, established body piercings, BDSM and a horribly sadistic and manipulative Lucius, just 'cause that's the way I like him best.
Note: Harry is ADULT in this piece. Let's say he's in his mid-20s.
Summary: Harry makes a promise and Lucius wants to be sure he really means it.
PROOF ENOUGH
"What would you do to please me, Harry?" Lucius purred. His touch was like fire on Harry's quivering skin, his breath a sultry caress on the sensitive hollow of Harry's neck, and the younger man's hands cramped with the denial of not being able to touch Lucius in return.
"Anything," Harry whispered. It was the answer he always gave, the answer he knew he was expected to give, but that was not the only reason he said it. No. He meant it. He would do anything Lucius asked of him, anything to be taken and consumed and violated in the way that only Lucius could.
"An easy promise to make." Harry shivered as Lucius's lips formed the words against the shell of his ear. "But not such an easy promise to keep."
"Isn't this proof enough that I mean what I say?" Harry asked softly, gesturing as best he could to the Y-shaped band of leather that adorned his body. Each of the upper arms of the Y was hooked to a gold ring pierced through the tight flesh of his nipples, the lower portion to a similar ring through the head of his cock. He would wear this harness for the rest of his life; the piercings were magical and could never be removed unless Lucius released them. Harry hated the way they looked and loathed the way they snagged his clothing on the rare occasions when he wore any, but he refused to ask Lucius for their release.
"No," Lucius replied, tugging sharply on the leather band. Knife-edged spikes of painful ecstasy danced across all three erogenous zones, and Harry thrashed and drummed his heels against the mattress as his cock began to fill. Lucius smiled and tugged again harder, watching Harry, letting his pain and pleasure feed his own arousal.
"Then how -" Harry moaned breathlessly as the piercings shifted once more " - how can I prove it to you?"
"There is a way," Lucius whispered thoughtfully, "if you are willing."
"Whatever you want, Lucius," Harry gasped.
"Very well," Lucius said. "Let's see if your promise is sincere." Grabbing up his wand, he murmured the spell to release the manacles from Harry's wrists. "Up. On your knees. Hold onto the headboard."
Harry moved as swiftly as his aching muscles would allow, arranging himself as Lucius had commanded. Another softly-spoken spell and his wrists were shackled to the headboard once more. Lucius reached around him from behind and threaded the leather band criss-crossing his torso through a hook in the wall. The band snapped taut as Lucius pulled Harry's hips back into position, wrenching a grunt from the younger wizard's throat and a string of pre-come from the tip of his straining cock.
Lucius prepared Harry quickly, his fingers lubricated with yet more magic, then breached him roughly and began his ride. With quick, deep thrusts he fucked Harry's grasping arse, drawing himself out completely each time before bottoming out on the plunge back in. Harry dipped his head and gripped the headboard with trembling hands, trying to hold his body still and minimize the jostling of his piercings. But the effort soon proved futile as Lucius's movements became even more intense. Every inch of Harry's body burned, but it was delicious and incredible and he gave himself over to it. He begged Lucius to give him more, fuck him faster, plunder him harder, sweating and squirming and rocking himself back against Lucius's hips. When Lucius wrapped his long, delicate fingers around the length of Harry's cock, he lasted for only a few rapid strokes before a mind-numbing orgasm burst through him.
And still Lucius continued his assault. When the last of Harry's seed had gushed into his palm, Lucius released him and Harry leaned back against him bonelessly. A moment later he felt the cool brush of Lucius's wand against his chest. He prodded Harry's distended nipples with the tip of his wand, sending tingles of magic skittering across each one in turn before slowing the movement of his hips.
"Avada K..." Lucius whispered slowly in Harry's ear, pressing the tip of the wand to Harry's heart.
The luxurious haze of his afterglow ricocheted away faster than any Snitch possibly could as Harry realized what Lucius was planning to do. He stiffened and bucked backward frantically, trying to dislodge the older wizard. "Lucius!" he cried, "what are you doing?!"
"I'm testing your promise," Lucius replied matter-of-factly, steadying himself in place. "You said you would do anything to please me."
"I didn't mean... I never thought..." In his panic, Harry was unable to form a complete thought. His heart was thrumming erratically and he was certain he would have lost control of his bowels had Lucius's cock not been planted deep within them. His begging took on a decidedly different tone as tears began cascading down his cheeks. "Please, Lucius, don't..."
Lucius sighed his irritation. "I warned you that the promise would be easier to make than to keep."
"Oh gods... no..."
"Very well, then," Lucius growled in a dangerous, silky tone. "The next time I ask you that question, I expect you will be prepared to give me a more realistic answer. Crucio!"
Every muscle in Harry's body tensed and cramped as the white-hot pain tore him in half. Lucius's screams joined Harry's as the he spasmed around the length of his cock, ripping his climax from him. He released Harry from the curse only after he was sure the last drop of semen had been wrung from his trembling, tingling balls.
"You disappoint me, Harry," Lucius said hoarsely as he withdrew.
Harry could not answer. His nerves were still stinging from the curse and his thoughts were in such a turmoil he was unable to formulate a response or even to understand what it was he was feeling. When Lucius freed him from his bondage, he collapsed onto the bed, choking on his tears. It was not until long after Lucius had gone that he could finally put a name to the emotion roiling inside him.
He was disappointed in himself, as well.