Jailbait; Gift for iamisaac
Recipient: iamisaac
Title: Jailbait
Author: k8matty
Beta: RL Beta this time, prefers not to be named (wussy) :D
Pairing(s): Lucius/Sirius
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): Dub!con, Non!con, Shower!sex, bondage!sex, humiliation, mind-fucks, some voyeurism.
Length: 6,524
Summary: Lucius Malfoy has landed in Azkaban and finds himself cellmates with Sirius Black. In an effort to stave off the sex-starved convicts, Lucius allows Black to ‘own’ him.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction set in the Harry Potter universe - all recognisable characters and settings are the property of J. K. Rowling and her associates. No copyright infringement is intended. No profit is made from this work. Please observe your local laws with regards to the age-limit and content of this work.
Author's Notes: Obviously, this is not entirely DH compliant. For starters, Sirius is alive; rather than dying at the end of OOTP, he was captured by the Ministry and thrown in prison. The story starts some time after the end of DH, where Lucius Malfoy has been captured.
Jailbait
“New arrival, is it?”
“He’s not half bad, is he?”
Lucius sneered disdainfully as he was lead down the narrow prison corridor. The Azkaban inmates leered at him, calling out lewd suggestions and insults. Had Lucius been armed, he would have hexed the lecherous smiles from their faces. As it was, he could only glower as the guard tugged impatiently on his bindings.
Though Azkaban was now devoid of Dementors, the human tenants were no less disturbed, and they seemed to get worse the further Lucius was lead into the blackened depths. Finally, he and his guard reached a solid iron door, boasting the words “Section 13: Most Dangerous Criminals”.
Luicus couldn’t help feeling a little smug at being declared one of the most dangerous men on the planet.
The smugness evaporated the instant the door swung forwards, and Luicus was greeted by the hundred or so other most dangerous men on the planet.
“Oi, Black! Got yourself a new friend!” The guard chuckled as he flung Lucius face first into his filthy cell.
Luicus looked up into the once-handsome face, staring down at him with undisguised horror. At the same time, they spoke.
“You.”
~*~
“What the fuck are you doing in my cell?” Sirius snarled, advancing on Lucius menacingly.
Lucius rose to his feet, brushing off his chest as though this would somehow clean his filthy prison garments.
He was about to offer a snide retort when a sudden crash made Lucius twist around in alarm. A dark-haired man in the cell opposite was slamming his palms against the bars of his door, cold, beady eyes fixed on Luicus.
“Gotcha self a new one, have ya Black? Gonna break him in tonight, or what?”
“Piss off, Rookwood!” Black snarled, his face transforming and becoming almost frightening. Lucius actually felt himself recoil as a low snarl erupted in Sirius’ throat, sending Rookwood sheepishly slinking to his grubby little cot.
“I sincerely hope for your sake you’re not entertaining any notions of ‘breaking me in’.” Lucius warned, inching towards one of the little beds. He was so tired.
Sirius snorted. “Like I’d want to go anywhere near your arse, Malfoy.”
***
Lucius would have quite happily lived out his sentence in his dingy cell, but unfortunately, the nice man with the heavy bat had other ideas. Prisoners were required to eat as a whole, and Lucius didn’t feel so much like eating, especially when every single man in the room was staring at him as though he was on the menu.
Just as Lucius was about to risk sneaking back and locking himself in his cell, a chillingly familiar voice rasped in his ear.
“Don’t talk, just follow, or else.” Something sharp was digging deliberately into his back.
Lucius stood, turned, and was greeted by Rookwood, as well as three other lecherous-looking men, all of whom were eyeing Lucius greedily. A sharpened pipe has been fashioned into a weapon, and Rookwood waved it threateningly as a cue for Lucius to walk ahead.
The guard didn’t stop them from exiting the breakfast hall; perhaps Rookwood had paid him off somehow, or maybe he simply wanted Lucius to get what was coming to him.
They reached the corridor where Lucius resided, but instead of going into his cell, Lucius found himself being shoved into the one opposite. Rookwood’s.
“Lets get on with it, then.” Rookwood growled, sparing no hesitation in shoving Lucius against a wall and biting a trail across his neck.
“Still clean,” he muttered, swiping a harsh tongue across Lucius’ alabaster neck. He turned his head round to face his accomplices, both of which were watching greedily with sickeningly obvious erections.
“Stand watch, you idiots!” Rookwood barked, sending two of the three men scampering to stand outside the cell. The third, a tall man with brown dreadlocks, stayed and settled himself on his own cot bed.
“Mmm, yeah, got you all to ourselves now, don’t we Slater?” Rookwood tore carelessly at Lucius clothes, ripping them clean from his torso and leaving Lucius’ bare chest on display.
“Please,” Lucius choked, recoiling from the hardness he felt pressing into his thigh. “I have money, I’m very rich, leave me alone…”
Rookwood laughed - it was not a pleasant sound.
“Money, hey? Well that’s handy, since Azkaban has this nifty little gift shop I do so love to frequent.”
He seized a handful of Lucius’ hair and pulled sharply, making Lucius cry out. “Listen up, Malfoy; money, status, none of that matters in here. The only things we have is what we can grab inside the walls. You might be a rich man on the outside, but in here, you’re just another pretty arse.”
Lucius shook in horror as Rookwood withdrew his erect cock and stroked it promisingly. A quick look to his right confirmed that Slater had done the same.
A sharp pain to his skull told Lucius that Rookwood was pulling his hair again.
“On your fucking knees.”
Luicus’ legs trembled as he lowered himself to the floor with Malfoy grace.
Rookwood didn’t waste time with preamble before pushing himself between Lucius’ parted lips. He moaned and leaked foul-tasting fluid onto Lucius’ tongue, and Lucius had to screw his eyes up in an effort not to vomit.
All Luicus could think, as he sucked miserably at the cock in his mouth, was how grateful he was that Narcissa and Draco had evaded prison, and would never witness his most shameful hour.
The vein on the underside of Rookwood’s cock started fluttering madly, and Lucius braced himself for the flow of bitter liquid.
But it never came; the next moment, Lucius was being hauled to his feet, pulled backwards against a firm, oddly comforting chest.
“This one’s mine, you hear me?” The man holding Lucius snarled. “You and yours better keep your hands off from here on.”
Lucius barely had time to dimly register that Sirius Black had actually come to his rescue; one look at Rookwood’s cock, still wet with spit from Lucius’ mouth, and he was running back to his cell, making it just in time to throw up in the dingy bowl that passed for a toilet.
“You okay?”
Lucius spat into the bowl before turning and looking at Black, standing by the door to their cell and watching Lucius with a wary expression.
“I heard some of the men talking at breakfast.” Sirius began, saving Lucius the trouble of asking how he knew to come to his rescue. “I would have been there sooner, but I didn’t know which cell…” Sirius trailed off and shook his head. “You got off easy, though.”
“Easy?” Lucius croaked, throat burning.
Sirius nodded. “Next time, I doubt you’ll be so lucky.”
Lucius spat again into the toilet, but it was hopeless. The taste of Rookwood’s cock was too strong and wasn’t going anywhere.
“Why do they leave you alone?” Even to his ears, it sounded petulant.
Sirius’ face darkened. “Rookwood and his boys came after me years ago.” Sirius let out a dry chuckle. “Lets just say no one’s given me trouble since.”
“You told them to leave me.” Lucius pointed out, unable to keep the hope out of his voice. You said I was yours he nearly added, but caught himself just in time.
Sirius shook his head. “Once everyone in here realizes I’m not interested in fucking you, they’ll have at it. If I was to continue telling them to leave off, they’d mistake it for compassion, a sign of weakness that I am not keen to demonstrate.”
Lucius slumped against the wall, shivering and registering numbly that his prison shirt was still in Rookwood’s cell. Damned if he was going back for it, though.
As though he was reading Lucius’ mind, Sirius took off his shirt and passed it to him, revealing a body that looked to be in surprisingly good condition.
“All I’ve done is bought you time, Malfoy. Enjoy it while it lasts.”
~*~
Lucius lay awake that night, absentmindedly flicking his gaze between his sleeping roommate, and the cell opposite theirs.
There was no privacy from Slater and Rookwood. Anything that happened in Lucius’ cell would be seen.
Anything.
Once everyone realizes I’m not interested in fucking you, they’ll have at it.
Black had saved him. Why, Lucius wasn’t sure, nor did he care particularly. Absurd, nonsensical acts of nobility were a common trait amongst Gryffindors after all, and their reasons were neither Lucius’ interest nor business. Lucius was a Slytherin, and like any Slytherin, he would achieve his ends by any means necessary.
Feigning stealth, Lucius rose from his bed, moving slowly as though he were trying to move unseen. He undressed, knowing by the breathy gasp from the cell opposite that he had his desired audience.
Black was asleep; but he wouldn’t be for long.
Lucius peeled away the thin prison blankets and lay his body flat against the one beneath him.
The man had good reflexes, Lucius noted as Sirius woke with a start, immediately seizing Lucius’ wrists and locking them into place behind his back. As soon as Sirius’ eyes widened in recognition, Lucius pressed their mouths together.
“Please,” he whispered, “They’re watching.”
Sirius flicked his eyes to the door and then back to Lucius.
“You’re serious?” his voice was gravelly.
Lucius shuddered, ignoring the slight spark that low tone sent through his spine.
“I’m very sure, Black. Call it the lesser of two evils.” Lucius’ voice stopped working there, and Sirius took it as his opportunity to press his own mouth against the pale lips above him in a sign of agreement.
“Lie on your front.” Sirius spoke at a normal volume, causing low hisses of appreciation to erupt from the cells around them.
Lucius’ cheeks flamed with humiliation, but he did as he was told, lying face-down on the bed and spreading his legs.
“Such a pretty arse.” Sirius continued, loud enough for everyone around them to hear.
Lucius grit his teeth, telling himself that this was for his own protection, that the more the other inmates thought Black wanted him, the more they would stay away. He told himself that this was a ruse, that Black didn’t really want him, that he didn’t have a pretty arse. Well, maybe he did, but still, the point remains.
“Fucking love this hair. You’ll keep it nice and long for me, won’t you Malfoy?” Sirius pinched Lucius’ hip.
“Yes.” Pinch. “Yes, sir.” Lucius offered.
Sirius groaned; he couldn’t help it. Lucius was a beautiful man, despite his arrogance, and seeing him splayed and naked and calling Sirius sir…
Sirius spat several times into his hand, lubing up his cock and bringing it to line with Lucius hole. His wordless magic wasn’t the best, but a quick stretching charm would make a world of difference. He pushed inside, swearing loudly as his cock was engulfed in sweet, tight heat.
Lucius cried out, clutching at Sirius’ discarded pillow. Fuck, that hurt, even with the mediocre stretching charm Black had performed. Black settled himself across Lucius’ back, and Lucius tried very hard not to think about how nice and warm Sirius felt against him.
All too soon, Sirius started pumping his hips, pointedly ignoring when Lucius cried out in pain. The other cellmates were jeering, and Lucius felt like he might die of shame, when Sirius tapped something inside him that made his entire body convulse.
“Fuck!” Lucius shouted, eyes crossing as Sirius touched it again. Was he doing that on purpose? Lucius didn’t know or care, all he knew was that somewhere in the midst of all this horror, he felt good and soon he was able to ignore the jeering voices and just let himself go. One thrust later and Lucius came, his shouted curse muffled by the pillow which had somehow wound up between his teeth.
As Lucius came down from his high, he felt wet warmth erupt inside of him, and then Sirius collapsed across his back, panting inside Lucius’ ear.
It was warm and sticky and strangely pleasant, and Lucius couldn’t help the pang of disappointment when Sirius withdrew and made his way to Lucius’ bed.
“I’m sleeping here.” He said matter-of-factly. “My sheets are all messy now.”
Lucius closed his eyes in shame as Rookwood started to applaud.
~*~
“So, here’s how this is going to work.” Sirius began at breakfast the next day, stealing some of Lucius’ food in an obvious way that none of the other inmates could fail to notice. Lucius kept quiet, allowing his cellmate to exhibit dominance. “You do as I say, when I say it. You stay with me. You don’t go off with anyone else. You should be fine so long as you follow those simple rules.”
Lucius nodded, chewing thoughtfully on stale toast. “Why are you doing this for me?”
Sirius raised his eyebrows. “You’re not exactly a bad shag, Malfoy. And more to the point,” Sirius leaned forwards, “Why aren’t you looking out for yourself?”
“Excuse me?” Lucius raised an aristocratic eyebrow.
Sirius rolled his eyes. “You’re a Death Eater. I don’t see why you can’t just wave your mark and send most of them fleeing.”
Lucius threw Sirius a look. “Appreciative as I am for what you’re doing, you would be wise not to ask anything on that subject.”
Sirius considered pushing the subject, but then he caught a look at Lucius’ arm - where a black skull should have been tattooed, now sat nasty-looking scar.
~*~
Three days later, the other inmates hesitant treatment of Lucius had subsided, and he once again found himself the object of lewd tauntings, gropings, and promises that, should Sirius ever tire of him, there would be many willing to pick up where he left off.
For this reason, Lucius never left Sirius’ side; oddly enough, as they were forced to spend time together, they found that they could tolerate each other to the point of actually enjoying some of their conversations.
It was in the showers that the next lightning bolt struck.
Soaping his body with handfuls of suds, Lucius had been blocking out the usual jeers and catcalls quite well, until one familiar, spiteful voice caught his attention.
“Hey Malfoy, looks like Black’s got something for you to take care of!”
Lucius turned and stared, eyes bugging when he saw Sirius’ erection, red and straining under the spray of water. Sirius’ eyes were round and almost apologetic for a moment, before he strode over to Lucius and shoved him to his knees.
Horror coiled in Lucius’ belly, but something about seeing Sirius spontaneously excited like this made the experience not altogether unpleasant.
He parted his lips obediently, sucking the head of Sirius’ cock into his mouth; it was different than sucking Rookwood. Under the flow of water, Sirius tasted much cleaner, though certainly not lacking in flavour. The bittersweet drops that had tasted so foul before, now tasted almost palatable, and Lucius actually found himself suckling around the heated pole, trying to milk more precome from Black’s swollen flesh.
“Fuck!” Sirius swore and bucked his hips forwards, unconsciously threading his fingers in Lucius’ hair. Three days without beauty products had taken a toll on the once immaculately silky mane, but it was still beautiful and Sirius couldn’t help but stroke it as Lucius wrapped a hand around the base of his cock and squeezed experimentally.
“Fuck, that’s hot.”
Lucius ignored the voices coming from around him, focusing on bringing Sirius off. He took the cock in his mouth down as far as he dared, bobbing his head and coughing when a sudden deposit of fluid glazed his soft palate.
Lucius spat most of it onto the tiled floor, but found himself swallowing the remainder, chancing a look up at Sirius and blushing when he saw the heated gaze staring down at him.
“Finish washing and then come back to our cell.” Sirius growled, fresh arousal spiking when Lucius hastened to obey.
Lucius washed himself thoroughly, trying to ignore the fact that he felt almost eager to follow Sirius back to their cell. His cock was filling with blood at the mere thought of it, and he quickly donned his clean clothes in an effort to shield his swelling organs from the other inmates.
Sirius had seen; “Now.” Gods, he all but rasped.
Sirius and Lucius barely made it back to the cell before they were tearing at one another like mad men.
“Fucking hell!” Sirius swore, bucking against Lucius’ hips as he buried his face in the blonde, towel-dried hair.
The man smelled somehow cleaner than he had when he’d first arrived; gone was the reeking odor of expensive cologne. He smelled natural and earthy, and positively delicious. Sirius couldn’t help but flick his tongue out for a taste.
“Mm,” Lucius hummed in a agreement, feeling the coiling pressure of arousal build until it was pressed solidly against Black’s leg.
“We have quite a few minutes before everyone else gets here,” Sirius murmured, delving a hand into the back of Lucius’ prison trousers. “Can I do something for you?”
Lucius shuddered pleasurably at the implications. “What exactly would you like to do?”
Sirius raised an eyebrow, and without warning, spun Lucius around and pushed him onto the bed.
“What on Earth-” Lucius gasped as Sirius slapped him hard on the bottom.
Cheeks flaming, Lucius turned to face him. “Did you just spank me?”
Sirius glowered. “And I’ll do it again, if you don’t face forwards and keep quiet”
Lucius swallowed. “Yes, sir.” He husked, liking when Sirius growled and adjusted himself in response.
Sirius settled himself on the ground, between Lucius’ legs as he removed the troublesome lower garments. Lucius’ breath hitched as his buttocks were parted, cool air ghosting over his hole. But then the air changed from a cool draft to a hot breath, and before Lucius had time to register it properly, a warm, wet muscle was sliding over his clenched pucker.
“Oh Lords!” Lucius choked and redoubled his hold on the filthy bed sheets. Black was using his tongue on him! Once, twice, three times, and oh gods Sirius tongue was inside him, probing and licking and making Lucius squirm with need.
It was disgusting, and yet Lucius could feel every bone in his body melting as Sirius applied loving licks to his steadily relaxing muscles.
All too soon, the sound of footsteps alerted the men to the approach of the inmates, and Sirius detached his face from Lucius arse with a disappointed sigh. He had been sure that if he kept it up long enough, he’d be able to bring Lucius off with tongue alone.
No matter, Sirius thought with a bitter chuckle, they both had their entire lives in this cell to try it another time.
Holy hell, Lucius was still aroused, practically keening as much as his Malfoy arrogance allowed him to. Sirius couldn’t see his cock, but from the way Lucius was rubbing against the sheets, it was hard and aching to the point of overwhelming.
Quickly, Sirius withdrew his own throbbing length and stroked it a few times to relieve the tension.
“You going to take him now, or what?”
Sirius started, twisting around and catching sight of Rookwood. He was leaning against the cell wall and stroking his cock languidly as he stared unashamedly at Lucius, lying naked on Sirius’ cot.
“Piss off, Rookwood.” Sirius growled, real anger boiling up inside him. Unlike most of the snarling Sirius exhibited as means to repel the other inmates, the ugly mask of fury he now wore was nothing short of genuine. Just the thought of that cock having been in Lucius’ mouth was enough to make Sirius see red.
Rookwood hesitated, but kept watching and continued his nauseating display.
“He’s getting away.” He commented dully, nodding to where Lucius lay.
Alarmed, Sirius turned to Luicus, who had slowly started to inch away from the bed and towards his discarded clothes.
Rookwood snickered. “You need a hand training him?” he offered, squeezing his cock pointedly.
“I don’t think so.” Sirius snarled, hauling Lucius back onto the bed. What the hell was he playing at, trying to get away from Sirius with Rookwood watching? Had he no idea of how dangerous that was?
“Where do you think you were going?” Sirius spat, shoving Lucius onto his back. The grey eyes were impossibly round with fear, and his white limbs started to flail, kicking out and trying to push Sirius’ weight off him.
Rookwood was laughing, and Sirius was slowly losing his temper. He overpowered Lucius’ struggles easily, but they still enraged him; how dare he compromise their safety this way?
“Rookwood,” Sirius growled, turning to the man at the door. “Either make yourself useful or go away.”
Rookwood’s expression lit up like someone had given him the keys to Azkaban for Christmas. “How can I be of service, Black?”
Lucius practically vibrated with terror, and he thrashed madly under Black’s unrelenting grip.
Sick with himself, Sirius answered “Fetch us some rope or something, will you? I’m going to want my hands free.”
A loud ripping from Lucius’ cot told him that Rookwood was fashioning bindings from his sheets. He pinned Lucius’ wrists together and fastened them to the bar that ran along the edge of Sirius’ cot. Sirius stroked his prick, trying to get it hard so that he could do what needed to be done.
Lucius shouted for mercy, and panic erupted in Sirius’ chest as he realized his body would not let him do this. No matter how hard Sirius tried to take pleasure in the bound form beneath him, the rising nausea tainted Sirius’ arousal, leaving nothing but a desire to rip Rookwood to pieces. And once Rookwood and the others caught on, both Lucius and Sirius would pay the price.
“Black! Get out, you got a visitor.” The sound of the guard’s approaching was nothing short of a relief, and it was with haste that Sirius abandoned his barely-erect prick and stuffed it back into his trousers.
“Harry Potter’s here to see you.” The guard informed him, before he was hauling Sirius out of the cell and manhandling him down the corridor.
Wait, no, Lucius shouted around his gag, thrashing in his bonds as Rookwood advanced with a menacing smirk. Don’t leave me!
“Got you all to myself at last, hey then Malfoy?”
~*~
“You look like shit.”
“Nice to see you too, Harry.”
Harry shook his head, running a hand through his hair. “I wanted to tell the guards to leave you alone… Remus said it’d only get you in more trouble…”
“Remus was right.” Sirius nodded. Those with special treatment usually got beatings when the guards were looking the other way. Azkaban was rather like high-school in that respect.
“You won’t have to put up with it much longer though.” Harry grinned, leaning forwards. “You’ll be out in a week.”
Sirius blinked a few times, his shock tantamount to if his Godson had informed him he would be shacking up with Snape and renaming himself Harriet.
“Out?”
Harry’s grin became, if possible, even wider. “That’s what I said.”
“How? I don’t understand, my trial was months ago.” When Sirius had been caught at the Department of Mysteries, the Ministry had ruled that the absence of the Dark Mark was nowhere near enough evidence to suggest he had not allied himself with Voldemort.
Harry nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, but Lucius Malfoy went to trial last month.”
“Malfoy? What’s he got to do with this?” Sirius tried not to let anything show, anything that might suggest that he’d had his tongue up Malfoy’s arse not half an hour ago.
Harry didn’t notice. “The Malfoy’s went into hiding when Voldemort disappeared. But about a month ago, Lucius turned up with a full confession.
He cleared your name.” Harry informed Sirius, surprise evident in his voice. “They questioned him heaps about you - I reckon they were trying to bribe him, even. He just said you weren’t a Death Eater, and that was it. He got the book thrown at him.”
Sirius didn’t say anything. He was numb.
“Sirius? Mate, are you okay?”
“I can’t leave.” He whispered.
Harry blinked. “What?”
“I can’t leave.” Sirius repeated, standing up slowly and drawing the attention of the guard. “Harry, I’m sorry, but I need to stay here.”
Harry was clearly shocked. “Sirius, are you okay?”
No, he wasn’t. He’d nearly raped the man who had condemned himself to life in prison for Sirius. He was pretty far from okay.
“I’d like to go back to my cell.”
~*~
Quite as soon as Sirius reached his cell, he wished he hadn’t.
Where a beautiful, blonde creature should be sleeping, lay instead a bloodied wreck. Lucius was moaning softly, still tied to the headboard where Sirius had left him, but in far worse shape.
His body was covered in bites, scratches and already-purpling bruises. His wrists were chafed from his bindings and his alabaster hair was matted with blood. But worst of all was the creamy mess that was Lucius’ hole, red and sore and leaking far too much seed for just one man.
“Fucking hell…” Sirius whispered in horror, falling to his knees beside the cot and recoiling as he saw Lucius’ black eye and bloodied lips.
“I take it you’re getting out.” Lucius muttered bitterly. “Congratulations.”
“Did you really clear my name?” Sirius reached to undo Lucius’ bindings, stomach rolling as the man whimpered with pain.
“Yes.” He admitted, eyes closed.
Sirius stared at the broken man before him with new eyes. He had done evil things, there was no doubt about it. But he had also voluntarily gone to prison to make up for it. Sirius found his gaze lingering on the unexplained scar in place of Lucius’ Dark Mark.
“I’m so sorry, Lucius.” Sirius murmured, leaning forwards to kiss Lucius’ neck.
“It would have happened sooner or later.” Lucius’ voice sounded hollow.
Sirius shook his head, not caring that tears were flowing freely for any inmate who cared to look. This was all his fault.
Sirius shuddered as a strange tingling sensation prickled in his belly. It surged again, stronger this time, and by the third time Sirius recognized what it was.
Somewhere inside Sirius, his magic was stirring, sparked to life by the intense emotions coursing through his body, directed solely towards the man laying beside him.
“Don’t move.” He ordered Lucius hoarsely, leaning over him and placing his hands flat against the alabaster back. He winced as he felt wet lines of blood tickle his palms.
Sirius hummed low in his throat, calling forth every trace of magic he could find within himself. He was weak, and he had no wand, but he had what he knew was the highest form of power within a human being. He cared about Lucius, he loved him with every vestige of his being, and even if it cost Sirius exactly that to heal him, so be it.
Lucius gasped as he felt his wounds knit themselves together, felt the blinding pain in his passage fade away to a dull ache and then nothing. His injuries were disappearing; Sirius was healing him.
As soon as the last cut closed up and the last bruise faded away, Sirius fell to the ground, wheezing in pain. The last thing he saw before hitting the ground was the terrified look on Lucius’ face.
Then everything went black.
~*~
A day later
“I don’t care, I’m going to see him!” Harry snarled at the guard as he barreled through the prison corridor.
“Visitors are not permitted-” the guard faltered as the Chosen One shot him a death-glare and continued through to the Most Dangerous Criminals wing.
This is strange, Harry observed, frowning at the lack of activity that greeted him. All the cells were empty, although it was neither mealtime nor shower time. Where were all the inmates?
Voices could be heard ahead; Harry broke into a run when he realized around which cell the inmates were gathered.
Harry pushed through the crowd of shouting men, gasping in disbelief when he came to face with the source of the commotion.
Sirius was lying in a grubby bed, his face ashen and practically dripping with cold sweat. His breathing was ragged and labored, and he seemed to be fading in and out of consciousness. The other inmates were trying to get at him; and fending them off (Harry blinked a few times to make doubly sure) was Lucius Malfoy.
“Get away!” He snarled, punching an advancing inmate in the face, smiling savagely at the resounding crack and stream of blood that followed.
“Give it up, Malfoy!”
“Let us at him!”
“You touch him, I’ll kill you!” Malfoy shouted wrestling furiously with one of the larger men, sheer anger spurring him on.
Lucius Malfoy was wilder than Harry had ever seen him; his blonde hair was matted, and had tied itself into a haphazard knot at the back of his head. His hands and arms were caked with blood, and Harry had a nasty feeling that most of it wasn’t his own.
But his face - oh his face, Harry almost shrank back at the raw fury on every line and feature. With a primordial bellow, he drove his elbow into the back of a man who had managed to get as far as Sirius’ bed, and had been attempting to find the waistband of his trousers. With a sickening swoop, Harry realized just what these men were trying to get.
“Get the fuck away from my Godfather.” Harry growled, withdrawing his wand and pointing it at the man currently engaged in fighting Lucius.
“Potter?” Lucius’ momentary distraction was enough for his attacker to punch him in the temple and send him spinning to the floor.
“Stupefy! Stupefy!” Harry screamed, aiming his wand at every inmate he could find. When all were twitching on the ground, Harry turned to Malfoy.
“Are… are you okay?” Harry reached out to Lucius, surprised when he actually took his hand and hauled himself to his feet.
“I’ve been better, frankly.” Lucius drawled, wincing and arching his back, causing it to crack loudly. He shook his head, causing another disheveled strand of blonde hair to fall from his crude ponytail, then without giving Harry another glance, he went to Sirius’ beside.
“You need to take him out of here. He’s very weak.” Lucius informed Harry, never taking his eyes away from Sirius as he touched the clammy face reassuringly.
Sirius fretful twitching slowed and relaxed into soft breathing, as though even in sleep, Lucius’ touch calmed him.
“It was because of you, wasn’t it?” Harry asked, staring at the scene before him. “He wouldn’t leave because of you.”
Lucius winced. “Sirius tried to shield me from… what I’m sure you can imagine these men were just trying to do to him.”
Harry fought very hard not to dwell on the word ‘tried’.
“He knows about how you defended him in your testimony.” Harry informed Lucius. He nodded.
“I guessed as much when he went and did this to himself.” Lucius gestured at the lifeless mess that was Sirius. “Which is why you have to get him out of here today, Potter. Just take him and go. I can’t fend them off forever.”
“What about you?” Harry asked quietly, even as he moved forwards to awaken Sirius and take him away from this horrid place.
Lucius smiled wanly and kissed the top of Sirius’ head. “You can’t save everyone, Potter.”
Harry stalked past the gaping guards once more, this time with a groaning Sirius Black around his shoulders in a fireman’s carry.
Just you watch me.
~*~
One year later.
Lucius combed his long, immaculately conditioned hair with easy grace; one year ago, he could have barely combed his fingers through the tangled mess, yet alone sit in an en-suite bathroom working product into the shining locks.
“Are you done yet?” Sirius smirked from the bathroom door, clad in nothing but a fluffy white towel, Since leaving Azkaban, his own raven hair had grown to fall a little past his shoulders, and its condition had made a significant improvement. Even his skeletal face was retrieving most of its old beauty.
“Just thinking. It’s our anniversary.” Lucius shook out his mane.
Sirius raised an eyebrow. “Is this the good kind of anniversary, or the bad kind?” he asked gently.
Lucius bit his tongue; it was a tricky question to answer. Although the day that Sirius had left prison had been one of the worst of Lucius’ life, that same day had been the day that Lucius himself had been freed, under direct orders from Harry Potter and Minister Shacklebot.
That night, Sirius and Lucius had moved into Grimmauld Place; it was not Sirius’ favourite place in the world, but he imagined that Malfoy Manor had bad memories for Lucius as well. They were currently looking for a place of their own, and until then, Harry was happy about sharing the house with them, so long as they remembered to put silencing charms on their room.
“It was the start of our new life together.” Lucius explained. “And I think that’s an occasion worth celebrating.”
A grin broke out over Sirius’ face. “And how do you propose we celebrate?”
In answer, Lucius seized Sirius’ towel and dragged him to their bedroom. They wrestled playfully for a while, rubbing towel-clad cocks against each other until the teasing friction became too much of too little.
“On the bed.” Lucius whispered, reaching for the lube as he said it.
Nodding, Sirius stepped back and fell easily onto the large four-poster that they shared. His towel was tented by his erection, and he grinned as he reached beneath it and started to stroke himself idly.
“Enough of that,” Lucius admonished, batting his hand out the way and parting the white material himself. He kissed a hot trail down Sirius’ body, taking special care to lick each of Sirius’ thighs, knowing the teasing touch would drive him crazy.
“Suck me,” Sirius begged, resisting the urge to pull Lucius onto his cock himself.
After Lucius’ traumatic experience in prison, learning to enjoy sex again had taken time, but so long as he felt in control, Lucius was fine. As always, Lucius felt a niggle of discomfort when he opened his mouth to accept the prick throbbing greedily against his lips; this is Sirius, he reminded himself, Sirius won’t hurt me.
Relaxed now, Lucius let Sirius slide into his throat.
“Oh-h fuck!” Sirius groaned, moving his hips before he could help himself. Lucius had the most perfect mouth, and the sight of those lips stretched around his cock was enough to make any man come undone.
With one hand, Lucius worked the parts of Sirius he couldn’t reach, namely the base of his cock and his full, flushed balls. With the other hand, Lucius opened the lube and squeezed some on his fingers.
“Oh yes,” Sirius breathed when he saw what Lucius was doing; he spread his legs further to allow Lucius access to everything in between.
Smiling around his mouthful, Lucius bought his wet fingers to Sirius’ opening, teasing the clenched flesh gently for a few moments before pushing two fingers inside.
“Ah-ahh!” Sirius yelled as Lucius drove his fingers in up to the knuckle. Lucius felt around, trying to find the spot that made Sirius clench around his fingers and dribble precome against his tongue.
“There!” Sirius all but screamed, skewering himself eagerly against the probing digits. “Right there, Lucius, keep going right there!”
Lucius hummed and thrust his fingers in and out, bobbing his head enthusiastically until Sirius was squirming with need on the bed.
“Lucius!” he cried out, arching off the sheets his hands were fisted in. He was so close, too close, all Lucius had to do was - oh that - and Sirius would lose all control.
“Stop, wait, not yet.” Sirius babbled pulling away from Lucius’ mouth and clutching the base of his cock in an effort to stave off orgasm.
“Come inside me.” Sirius begged, opening his legs wantonly and tilting his slick arse up at Lucius invitingly.
Lucius swallowed and scrambled into place, lining up with Sirius’ hole and pushing the head of his cock into blissfully tight heat.
“More?” he offered, thrusting his hips forwards and groaning when more of his cock was engulfed in Sirius’ body.
“All the way.” Sirius agreed, bracing his hands against the headboard and bearing down, impaling himself on Lucius’ length.
Lucius slammed his hips forwards, drunk on lust for a moment as he ground desperately between Sirius’ thighs.
“Gods… so beautiful…” Lucius groaned, meaning every word as he stared down at the squirming man beneath him.
Sirius cried out with pleased surprise as Lucius gripped his ankles and pulled them up and over his shoulders, angling Sirius’ body just right so he could lie back and enjoy the grazing of his prostate.
“Lucius, don’t you dare stop doing that…” Sirius begged as his balls started to tighten.
“Wouldn’t dream.” Lucius promised, thrusting harder and faster, watching with undisguised awe as Sirius’ eyes rolled into the back of his head and his face tightened with concentration.
“Touch yourself,” Lucius rasped, barely lasting to the end of his instruction before his own groin started to tingle with an oncoming wave of pleasure.
Sirius reached for his cock, stroking it once, twice, before his arse was flooded with warm seed and that extra stimulation sent him toppling over the edge.
“Fuck! Lucius!” Sirius yelled, milking his cock for all it was worth. He came so hard that more of it splattered onto Lucius than his own body, but Lucius hardly seemed to mind.
The two lay together, panting contentedly for a few minutes, before they were jolted by a fist banging on the door.
“Silencing charms!” Harry bellowed irritably, before stomping away down the stairs.
Sirius paled. “Oh, fuck.”
Lucius arched an eyebrow. “Problem?”
“Problem? Of course there’s a problem! My teenage Godson just overheard me having sex!”
Lucius snorted. “That teenage Godson of yours has fought through war and won, I hardly think he’s in danger of having his innocent little mind tarnished.”
The two fell into silence for a long while, before Sirius worked up the courage to break it.
“Lucius?”
“Mm?”
“…I love you. You know that, right?”
“Naturally.” Lucius deadpanned, kissing Sirius’ nipple lightly. “And I, you.”
Sirius swallowed. “So what would you say if I asked you to marry me?”
There was an audible silence, where the only sounds were that of Sirius’ heart pounding in his ears.
Then, the door started emitting frantic thumps.
“Say yes, you arsehole, or I’ll put you back in prison myself!”
Lucius rolled his eyes. “Provided you learn a silencing charm before our wedding night, I accept.”
Title: Jailbait
Author: k8matty
Beta: RL Beta this time, prefers not to be named (wussy) :D
Pairing(s): Lucius/Sirius
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): Dub!con, Non!con, Shower!sex, bondage!sex, humiliation, mind-fucks, some voyeurism.
Length: 6,524
Summary: Lucius Malfoy has landed in Azkaban and finds himself cellmates with Sirius Black. In an effort to stave off the sex-starved convicts, Lucius allows Black to ‘own’ him.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction set in the Harry Potter universe - all recognisable characters and settings are the property of J. K. Rowling and her associates. No copyright infringement is intended. No profit is made from this work. Please observe your local laws with regards to the age-limit and content of this work.
Author's Notes: Obviously, this is not entirely DH compliant. For starters, Sirius is alive; rather than dying at the end of OOTP, he was captured by the Ministry and thrown in prison. The story starts some time after the end of DH, where Lucius Malfoy has been captured.
Jailbait
“New arrival, is it?”
“He’s not half bad, is he?”
Lucius sneered disdainfully as he was lead down the narrow prison corridor. The Azkaban inmates leered at him, calling out lewd suggestions and insults. Had Lucius been armed, he would have hexed the lecherous smiles from their faces. As it was, he could only glower as the guard tugged impatiently on his bindings.
Though Azkaban was now devoid of Dementors, the human tenants were no less disturbed, and they seemed to get worse the further Lucius was lead into the blackened depths. Finally, he and his guard reached a solid iron door, boasting the words “Section 13: Most Dangerous Criminals”.
Luicus couldn’t help feeling a little smug at being declared one of the most dangerous men on the planet.
The smugness evaporated the instant the door swung forwards, and Luicus was greeted by the hundred or so other most dangerous men on the planet.
“Oi, Black! Got yourself a new friend!” The guard chuckled as he flung Lucius face first into his filthy cell.
Luicus looked up into the once-handsome face, staring down at him with undisguised horror. At the same time, they spoke.
“You.”
~*~
“What the fuck are you doing in my cell?” Sirius snarled, advancing on Lucius menacingly.
Lucius rose to his feet, brushing off his chest as though this would somehow clean his filthy prison garments.
He was about to offer a snide retort when a sudden crash made Lucius twist around in alarm. A dark-haired man in the cell opposite was slamming his palms against the bars of his door, cold, beady eyes fixed on Luicus.
“Gotcha self a new one, have ya Black? Gonna break him in tonight, or what?”
“Piss off, Rookwood!” Black snarled, his face transforming and becoming almost frightening. Lucius actually felt himself recoil as a low snarl erupted in Sirius’ throat, sending Rookwood sheepishly slinking to his grubby little cot.
“I sincerely hope for your sake you’re not entertaining any notions of ‘breaking me in’.” Lucius warned, inching towards one of the little beds. He was so tired.
Sirius snorted. “Like I’d want to go anywhere near your arse, Malfoy.”
***
Lucius would have quite happily lived out his sentence in his dingy cell, but unfortunately, the nice man with the heavy bat had other ideas. Prisoners were required to eat as a whole, and Lucius didn’t feel so much like eating, especially when every single man in the room was staring at him as though he was on the menu.
Just as Lucius was about to risk sneaking back and locking himself in his cell, a chillingly familiar voice rasped in his ear.
“Don’t talk, just follow, or else.” Something sharp was digging deliberately into his back.
Lucius stood, turned, and was greeted by Rookwood, as well as three other lecherous-looking men, all of whom were eyeing Lucius greedily. A sharpened pipe has been fashioned into a weapon, and Rookwood waved it threateningly as a cue for Lucius to walk ahead.
The guard didn’t stop them from exiting the breakfast hall; perhaps Rookwood had paid him off somehow, or maybe he simply wanted Lucius to get what was coming to him.
They reached the corridor where Lucius resided, but instead of going into his cell, Lucius found himself being shoved into the one opposite. Rookwood’s.
“Lets get on with it, then.” Rookwood growled, sparing no hesitation in shoving Lucius against a wall and biting a trail across his neck.
“Still clean,” he muttered, swiping a harsh tongue across Lucius’ alabaster neck. He turned his head round to face his accomplices, both of which were watching greedily with sickeningly obvious erections.
“Stand watch, you idiots!” Rookwood barked, sending two of the three men scampering to stand outside the cell. The third, a tall man with brown dreadlocks, stayed and settled himself on his own cot bed.
“Mmm, yeah, got you all to ourselves now, don’t we Slater?” Rookwood tore carelessly at Lucius clothes, ripping them clean from his torso and leaving Lucius’ bare chest on display.
“Please,” Lucius choked, recoiling from the hardness he felt pressing into his thigh. “I have money, I’m very rich, leave me alone…”
Rookwood laughed - it was not a pleasant sound.
“Money, hey? Well that’s handy, since Azkaban has this nifty little gift shop I do so love to frequent.”
He seized a handful of Lucius’ hair and pulled sharply, making Lucius cry out. “Listen up, Malfoy; money, status, none of that matters in here. The only things we have is what we can grab inside the walls. You might be a rich man on the outside, but in here, you’re just another pretty arse.”
Lucius shook in horror as Rookwood withdrew his erect cock and stroked it promisingly. A quick look to his right confirmed that Slater had done the same.
A sharp pain to his skull told Lucius that Rookwood was pulling his hair again.
“On your fucking knees.”
Luicus’ legs trembled as he lowered himself to the floor with Malfoy grace.
Rookwood didn’t waste time with preamble before pushing himself between Lucius’ parted lips. He moaned and leaked foul-tasting fluid onto Lucius’ tongue, and Lucius had to screw his eyes up in an effort not to vomit.
All Luicus could think, as he sucked miserably at the cock in his mouth, was how grateful he was that Narcissa and Draco had evaded prison, and would never witness his most shameful hour.
The vein on the underside of Rookwood’s cock started fluttering madly, and Lucius braced himself for the flow of bitter liquid.
But it never came; the next moment, Lucius was being hauled to his feet, pulled backwards against a firm, oddly comforting chest.
“This one’s mine, you hear me?” The man holding Lucius snarled. “You and yours better keep your hands off from here on.”
Lucius barely had time to dimly register that Sirius Black had actually come to his rescue; one look at Rookwood’s cock, still wet with spit from Lucius’ mouth, and he was running back to his cell, making it just in time to throw up in the dingy bowl that passed for a toilet.
“You okay?”
Lucius spat into the bowl before turning and looking at Black, standing by the door to their cell and watching Lucius with a wary expression.
“I heard some of the men talking at breakfast.” Sirius began, saving Lucius the trouble of asking how he knew to come to his rescue. “I would have been there sooner, but I didn’t know which cell…” Sirius trailed off and shook his head. “You got off easy, though.”
“Easy?” Lucius croaked, throat burning.
Sirius nodded. “Next time, I doubt you’ll be so lucky.”
Lucius spat again into the toilet, but it was hopeless. The taste of Rookwood’s cock was too strong and wasn’t going anywhere.
“Why do they leave you alone?” Even to his ears, it sounded petulant.
Sirius’ face darkened. “Rookwood and his boys came after me years ago.” Sirius let out a dry chuckle. “Lets just say no one’s given me trouble since.”
“You told them to leave me.” Lucius pointed out, unable to keep the hope out of his voice. You said I was yours he nearly added, but caught himself just in time.
Sirius shook his head. “Once everyone in here realizes I’m not interested in fucking you, they’ll have at it. If I was to continue telling them to leave off, they’d mistake it for compassion, a sign of weakness that I am not keen to demonstrate.”
Lucius slumped against the wall, shivering and registering numbly that his prison shirt was still in Rookwood’s cell. Damned if he was going back for it, though.
As though he was reading Lucius’ mind, Sirius took off his shirt and passed it to him, revealing a body that looked to be in surprisingly good condition.
“All I’ve done is bought you time, Malfoy. Enjoy it while it lasts.”
~*~
Lucius lay awake that night, absentmindedly flicking his gaze between his sleeping roommate, and the cell opposite theirs.
There was no privacy from Slater and Rookwood. Anything that happened in Lucius’ cell would be seen.
Anything.
Once everyone realizes I’m not interested in fucking you, they’ll have at it.
Black had saved him. Why, Lucius wasn’t sure, nor did he care particularly. Absurd, nonsensical acts of nobility were a common trait amongst Gryffindors after all, and their reasons were neither Lucius’ interest nor business. Lucius was a Slytherin, and like any Slytherin, he would achieve his ends by any means necessary.
Feigning stealth, Lucius rose from his bed, moving slowly as though he were trying to move unseen. He undressed, knowing by the breathy gasp from the cell opposite that he had his desired audience.
Black was asleep; but he wouldn’t be for long.
Lucius peeled away the thin prison blankets and lay his body flat against the one beneath him.
The man had good reflexes, Lucius noted as Sirius woke with a start, immediately seizing Lucius’ wrists and locking them into place behind his back. As soon as Sirius’ eyes widened in recognition, Lucius pressed their mouths together.
“Please,” he whispered, “They’re watching.”
Sirius flicked his eyes to the door and then back to Lucius.
“You’re serious?” his voice was gravelly.
Lucius shuddered, ignoring the slight spark that low tone sent through his spine.
“I’m very sure, Black. Call it the lesser of two evils.” Lucius’ voice stopped working there, and Sirius took it as his opportunity to press his own mouth against the pale lips above him in a sign of agreement.
“Lie on your front.” Sirius spoke at a normal volume, causing low hisses of appreciation to erupt from the cells around them.
Lucius’ cheeks flamed with humiliation, but he did as he was told, lying face-down on the bed and spreading his legs.
“Such a pretty arse.” Sirius continued, loud enough for everyone around them to hear.
Lucius grit his teeth, telling himself that this was for his own protection, that the more the other inmates thought Black wanted him, the more they would stay away. He told himself that this was a ruse, that Black didn’t really want him, that he didn’t have a pretty arse. Well, maybe he did, but still, the point remains.
“Fucking love this hair. You’ll keep it nice and long for me, won’t you Malfoy?” Sirius pinched Lucius’ hip.
“Yes.” Pinch. “Yes, sir.” Lucius offered.
Sirius groaned; he couldn’t help it. Lucius was a beautiful man, despite his arrogance, and seeing him splayed and naked and calling Sirius sir…
Sirius spat several times into his hand, lubing up his cock and bringing it to line with Lucius hole. His wordless magic wasn’t the best, but a quick stretching charm would make a world of difference. He pushed inside, swearing loudly as his cock was engulfed in sweet, tight heat.
Lucius cried out, clutching at Sirius’ discarded pillow. Fuck, that hurt, even with the mediocre stretching charm Black had performed. Black settled himself across Lucius’ back, and Lucius tried very hard not to think about how nice and warm Sirius felt against him.
All too soon, Sirius started pumping his hips, pointedly ignoring when Lucius cried out in pain. The other cellmates were jeering, and Lucius felt like he might die of shame, when Sirius tapped something inside him that made his entire body convulse.
“Fuck!” Lucius shouted, eyes crossing as Sirius touched it again. Was he doing that on purpose? Lucius didn’t know or care, all he knew was that somewhere in the midst of all this horror, he felt good and soon he was able to ignore the jeering voices and just let himself go. One thrust later and Lucius came, his shouted curse muffled by the pillow which had somehow wound up between his teeth.
As Lucius came down from his high, he felt wet warmth erupt inside of him, and then Sirius collapsed across his back, panting inside Lucius’ ear.
It was warm and sticky and strangely pleasant, and Lucius couldn’t help the pang of disappointment when Sirius withdrew and made his way to Lucius’ bed.
“I’m sleeping here.” He said matter-of-factly. “My sheets are all messy now.”
Lucius closed his eyes in shame as Rookwood started to applaud.
~*~
“So, here’s how this is going to work.” Sirius began at breakfast the next day, stealing some of Lucius’ food in an obvious way that none of the other inmates could fail to notice. Lucius kept quiet, allowing his cellmate to exhibit dominance. “You do as I say, when I say it. You stay with me. You don’t go off with anyone else. You should be fine so long as you follow those simple rules.”
Lucius nodded, chewing thoughtfully on stale toast. “Why are you doing this for me?”
Sirius raised his eyebrows. “You’re not exactly a bad shag, Malfoy. And more to the point,” Sirius leaned forwards, “Why aren’t you looking out for yourself?”
“Excuse me?” Lucius raised an aristocratic eyebrow.
Sirius rolled his eyes. “You’re a Death Eater. I don’t see why you can’t just wave your mark and send most of them fleeing.”
Lucius threw Sirius a look. “Appreciative as I am for what you’re doing, you would be wise not to ask anything on that subject.”
Sirius considered pushing the subject, but then he caught a look at Lucius’ arm - where a black skull should have been tattooed, now sat nasty-looking scar.
~*~
Three days later, the other inmates hesitant treatment of Lucius had subsided, and he once again found himself the object of lewd tauntings, gropings, and promises that, should Sirius ever tire of him, there would be many willing to pick up where he left off.
For this reason, Lucius never left Sirius’ side; oddly enough, as they were forced to spend time together, they found that they could tolerate each other to the point of actually enjoying some of their conversations.
It was in the showers that the next lightning bolt struck.
Soaping his body with handfuls of suds, Lucius had been blocking out the usual jeers and catcalls quite well, until one familiar, spiteful voice caught his attention.
“Hey Malfoy, looks like Black’s got something for you to take care of!”
Lucius turned and stared, eyes bugging when he saw Sirius’ erection, red and straining under the spray of water. Sirius’ eyes were round and almost apologetic for a moment, before he strode over to Lucius and shoved him to his knees.
Horror coiled in Lucius’ belly, but something about seeing Sirius spontaneously excited like this made the experience not altogether unpleasant.
He parted his lips obediently, sucking the head of Sirius’ cock into his mouth; it was different than sucking Rookwood. Under the flow of water, Sirius tasted much cleaner, though certainly not lacking in flavour. The bittersweet drops that had tasted so foul before, now tasted almost palatable, and Lucius actually found himself suckling around the heated pole, trying to milk more precome from Black’s swollen flesh.
“Fuck!” Sirius swore and bucked his hips forwards, unconsciously threading his fingers in Lucius’ hair. Three days without beauty products had taken a toll on the once immaculately silky mane, but it was still beautiful and Sirius couldn’t help but stroke it as Lucius wrapped a hand around the base of his cock and squeezed experimentally.
“Fuck, that’s hot.”
Lucius ignored the voices coming from around him, focusing on bringing Sirius off. He took the cock in his mouth down as far as he dared, bobbing his head and coughing when a sudden deposit of fluid glazed his soft palate.
Lucius spat most of it onto the tiled floor, but found himself swallowing the remainder, chancing a look up at Sirius and blushing when he saw the heated gaze staring down at him.
“Finish washing and then come back to our cell.” Sirius growled, fresh arousal spiking when Lucius hastened to obey.
Lucius washed himself thoroughly, trying to ignore the fact that he felt almost eager to follow Sirius back to their cell. His cock was filling with blood at the mere thought of it, and he quickly donned his clean clothes in an effort to shield his swelling organs from the other inmates.
Sirius had seen; “Now.” Gods, he all but rasped.
Sirius and Lucius barely made it back to the cell before they were tearing at one another like mad men.
“Fucking hell!” Sirius swore, bucking against Lucius’ hips as he buried his face in the blonde, towel-dried hair.
The man smelled somehow cleaner than he had when he’d first arrived; gone was the reeking odor of expensive cologne. He smelled natural and earthy, and positively delicious. Sirius couldn’t help but flick his tongue out for a taste.
“Mm,” Lucius hummed in a agreement, feeling the coiling pressure of arousal build until it was pressed solidly against Black’s leg.
“We have quite a few minutes before everyone else gets here,” Sirius murmured, delving a hand into the back of Lucius’ prison trousers. “Can I do something for you?”
Lucius shuddered pleasurably at the implications. “What exactly would you like to do?”
Sirius raised an eyebrow, and without warning, spun Lucius around and pushed him onto the bed.
“What on Earth-” Lucius gasped as Sirius slapped him hard on the bottom.
Cheeks flaming, Lucius turned to face him. “Did you just spank me?”
Sirius glowered. “And I’ll do it again, if you don’t face forwards and keep quiet”
Lucius swallowed. “Yes, sir.” He husked, liking when Sirius growled and adjusted himself in response.
Sirius settled himself on the ground, between Lucius’ legs as he removed the troublesome lower garments. Lucius’ breath hitched as his buttocks were parted, cool air ghosting over his hole. But then the air changed from a cool draft to a hot breath, and before Lucius had time to register it properly, a warm, wet muscle was sliding over his clenched pucker.
“Oh Lords!” Lucius choked and redoubled his hold on the filthy bed sheets. Black was using his tongue on him! Once, twice, three times, and oh gods Sirius tongue was inside him, probing and licking and making Lucius squirm with need.
It was disgusting, and yet Lucius could feel every bone in his body melting as Sirius applied loving licks to his steadily relaxing muscles.
All too soon, the sound of footsteps alerted the men to the approach of the inmates, and Sirius detached his face from Lucius arse with a disappointed sigh. He had been sure that if he kept it up long enough, he’d be able to bring Lucius off with tongue alone.
No matter, Sirius thought with a bitter chuckle, they both had their entire lives in this cell to try it another time.
Holy hell, Lucius was still aroused, practically keening as much as his Malfoy arrogance allowed him to. Sirius couldn’t see his cock, but from the way Lucius was rubbing against the sheets, it was hard and aching to the point of overwhelming.
Quickly, Sirius withdrew his own throbbing length and stroked it a few times to relieve the tension.
“You going to take him now, or what?”
Sirius started, twisting around and catching sight of Rookwood. He was leaning against the cell wall and stroking his cock languidly as he stared unashamedly at Lucius, lying naked on Sirius’ cot.
“Piss off, Rookwood.” Sirius growled, real anger boiling up inside him. Unlike most of the snarling Sirius exhibited as means to repel the other inmates, the ugly mask of fury he now wore was nothing short of genuine. Just the thought of that cock having been in Lucius’ mouth was enough to make Sirius see red.
Rookwood hesitated, but kept watching and continued his nauseating display.
“He’s getting away.” He commented dully, nodding to where Lucius lay.
Alarmed, Sirius turned to Luicus, who had slowly started to inch away from the bed and towards his discarded clothes.
Rookwood snickered. “You need a hand training him?” he offered, squeezing his cock pointedly.
“I don’t think so.” Sirius snarled, hauling Lucius back onto the bed. What the hell was he playing at, trying to get away from Sirius with Rookwood watching? Had he no idea of how dangerous that was?
“Where do you think you were going?” Sirius spat, shoving Lucius onto his back. The grey eyes were impossibly round with fear, and his white limbs started to flail, kicking out and trying to push Sirius’ weight off him.
Rookwood was laughing, and Sirius was slowly losing his temper. He overpowered Lucius’ struggles easily, but they still enraged him; how dare he compromise their safety this way?
“Rookwood,” Sirius growled, turning to the man at the door. “Either make yourself useful or go away.”
Rookwood’s expression lit up like someone had given him the keys to Azkaban for Christmas. “How can I be of service, Black?”
Lucius practically vibrated with terror, and he thrashed madly under Black’s unrelenting grip.
Sick with himself, Sirius answered “Fetch us some rope or something, will you? I’m going to want my hands free.”
A loud ripping from Lucius’ cot told him that Rookwood was fashioning bindings from his sheets. He pinned Lucius’ wrists together and fastened them to the bar that ran along the edge of Sirius’ cot. Sirius stroked his prick, trying to get it hard so that he could do what needed to be done.
Lucius shouted for mercy, and panic erupted in Sirius’ chest as he realized his body would not let him do this. No matter how hard Sirius tried to take pleasure in the bound form beneath him, the rising nausea tainted Sirius’ arousal, leaving nothing but a desire to rip Rookwood to pieces. And once Rookwood and the others caught on, both Lucius and Sirius would pay the price.
“Black! Get out, you got a visitor.” The sound of the guard’s approaching was nothing short of a relief, and it was with haste that Sirius abandoned his barely-erect prick and stuffed it back into his trousers.
“Harry Potter’s here to see you.” The guard informed him, before he was hauling Sirius out of the cell and manhandling him down the corridor.
Wait, no, Lucius shouted around his gag, thrashing in his bonds as Rookwood advanced with a menacing smirk. Don’t leave me!
“Got you all to myself at last, hey then Malfoy?”
~*~
“You look like shit.”
“Nice to see you too, Harry.”
Harry shook his head, running a hand through his hair. “I wanted to tell the guards to leave you alone… Remus said it’d only get you in more trouble…”
“Remus was right.” Sirius nodded. Those with special treatment usually got beatings when the guards were looking the other way. Azkaban was rather like high-school in that respect.
“You won’t have to put up with it much longer though.” Harry grinned, leaning forwards. “You’ll be out in a week.”
Sirius blinked a few times, his shock tantamount to if his Godson had informed him he would be shacking up with Snape and renaming himself Harriet.
“Out?”
Harry’s grin became, if possible, even wider. “That’s what I said.”
“How? I don’t understand, my trial was months ago.” When Sirius had been caught at the Department of Mysteries, the Ministry had ruled that the absence of the Dark Mark was nowhere near enough evidence to suggest he had not allied himself with Voldemort.
Harry nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, but Lucius Malfoy went to trial last month.”
“Malfoy? What’s he got to do with this?” Sirius tried not to let anything show, anything that might suggest that he’d had his tongue up Malfoy’s arse not half an hour ago.
Harry didn’t notice. “The Malfoy’s went into hiding when Voldemort disappeared. But about a month ago, Lucius turned up with a full confession.
He cleared your name.” Harry informed Sirius, surprise evident in his voice. “They questioned him heaps about you - I reckon they were trying to bribe him, even. He just said you weren’t a Death Eater, and that was it. He got the book thrown at him.”
Sirius didn’t say anything. He was numb.
“Sirius? Mate, are you okay?”
“I can’t leave.” He whispered.
Harry blinked. “What?”
“I can’t leave.” Sirius repeated, standing up slowly and drawing the attention of the guard. “Harry, I’m sorry, but I need to stay here.”
Harry was clearly shocked. “Sirius, are you okay?”
No, he wasn’t. He’d nearly raped the man who had condemned himself to life in prison for Sirius. He was pretty far from okay.
“I’d like to go back to my cell.”
~*~
Quite as soon as Sirius reached his cell, he wished he hadn’t.
Where a beautiful, blonde creature should be sleeping, lay instead a bloodied wreck. Lucius was moaning softly, still tied to the headboard where Sirius had left him, but in far worse shape.
His body was covered in bites, scratches and already-purpling bruises. His wrists were chafed from his bindings and his alabaster hair was matted with blood. But worst of all was the creamy mess that was Lucius’ hole, red and sore and leaking far too much seed for just one man.
“Fucking hell…” Sirius whispered in horror, falling to his knees beside the cot and recoiling as he saw Lucius’ black eye and bloodied lips.
“I take it you’re getting out.” Lucius muttered bitterly. “Congratulations.”
“Did you really clear my name?” Sirius reached to undo Lucius’ bindings, stomach rolling as the man whimpered with pain.
“Yes.” He admitted, eyes closed.
Sirius stared at the broken man before him with new eyes. He had done evil things, there was no doubt about it. But he had also voluntarily gone to prison to make up for it. Sirius found his gaze lingering on the unexplained scar in place of Lucius’ Dark Mark.
“I’m so sorry, Lucius.” Sirius murmured, leaning forwards to kiss Lucius’ neck.
“It would have happened sooner or later.” Lucius’ voice sounded hollow.
Sirius shook his head, not caring that tears were flowing freely for any inmate who cared to look. This was all his fault.
Sirius shuddered as a strange tingling sensation prickled in his belly. It surged again, stronger this time, and by the third time Sirius recognized what it was.
Somewhere inside Sirius, his magic was stirring, sparked to life by the intense emotions coursing through his body, directed solely towards the man laying beside him.
“Don’t move.” He ordered Lucius hoarsely, leaning over him and placing his hands flat against the alabaster back. He winced as he felt wet lines of blood tickle his palms.
Sirius hummed low in his throat, calling forth every trace of magic he could find within himself. He was weak, and he had no wand, but he had what he knew was the highest form of power within a human being. He cared about Lucius, he loved him with every vestige of his being, and even if it cost Sirius exactly that to heal him, so be it.
Lucius gasped as he felt his wounds knit themselves together, felt the blinding pain in his passage fade away to a dull ache and then nothing. His injuries were disappearing; Sirius was healing him.
As soon as the last cut closed up and the last bruise faded away, Sirius fell to the ground, wheezing in pain. The last thing he saw before hitting the ground was the terrified look on Lucius’ face.
Then everything went black.
~*~
A day later
“I don’t care, I’m going to see him!” Harry snarled at the guard as he barreled through the prison corridor.
“Visitors are not permitted-” the guard faltered as the Chosen One shot him a death-glare and continued through to the Most Dangerous Criminals wing.
This is strange, Harry observed, frowning at the lack of activity that greeted him. All the cells were empty, although it was neither mealtime nor shower time. Where were all the inmates?
Voices could be heard ahead; Harry broke into a run when he realized around which cell the inmates were gathered.
Harry pushed through the crowd of shouting men, gasping in disbelief when he came to face with the source of the commotion.
Sirius was lying in a grubby bed, his face ashen and practically dripping with cold sweat. His breathing was ragged and labored, and he seemed to be fading in and out of consciousness. The other inmates were trying to get at him; and fending them off (Harry blinked a few times to make doubly sure) was Lucius Malfoy.
“Get away!” He snarled, punching an advancing inmate in the face, smiling savagely at the resounding crack and stream of blood that followed.
“Give it up, Malfoy!”
“Let us at him!”
“You touch him, I’ll kill you!” Malfoy shouted wrestling furiously with one of the larger men, sheer anger spurring him on.
Lucius Malfoy was wilder than Harry had ever seen him; his blonde hair was matted, and had tied itself into a haphazard knot at the back of his head. His hands and arms were caked with blood, and Harry had a nasty feeling that most of it wasn’t his own.
But his face - oh his face, Harry almost shrank back at the raw fury on every line and feature. With a primordial bellow, he drove his elbow into the back of a man who had managed to get as far as Sirius’ bed, and had been attempting to find the waistband of his trousers. With a sickening swoop, Harry realized just what these men were trying to get.
“Get the fuck away from my Godfather.” Harry growled, withdrawing his wand and pointing it at the man currently engaged in fighting Lucius.
“Potter?” Lucius’ momentary distraction was enough for his attacker to punch him in the temple and send him spinning to the floor.
“Stupefy! Stupefy!” Harry screamed, aiming his wand at every inmate he could find. When all were twitching on the ground, Harry turned to Malfoy.
“Are… are you okay?” Harry reached out to Lucius, surprised when he actually took his hand and hauled himself to his feet.
“I’ve been better, frankly.” Lucius drawled, wincing and arching his back, causing it to crack loudly. He shook his head, causing another disheveled strand of blonde hair to fall from his crude ponytail, then without giving Harry another glance, he went to Sirius’ beside.
“You need to take him out of here. He’s very weak.” Lucius informed Harry, never taking his eyes away from Sirius as he touched the clammy face reassuringly.
Sirius fretful twitching slowed and relaxed into soft breathing, as though even in sleep, Lucius’ touch calmed him.
“It was because of you, wasn’t it?” Harry asked, staring at the scene before him. “He wouldn’t leave because of you.”
Lucius winced. “Sirius tried to shield me from… what I’m sure you can imagine these men were just trying to do to him.”
Harry fought very hard not to dwell on the word ‘tried’.
“He knows about how you defended him in your testimony.” Harry informed Lucius. He nodded.
“I guessed as much when he went and did this to himself.” Lucius gestured at the lifeless mess that was Sirius. “Which is why you have to get him out of here today, Potter. Just take him and go. I can’t fend them off forever.”
“What about you?” Harry asked quietly, even as he moved forwards to awaken Sirius and take him away from this horrid place.
Lucius smiled wanly and kissed the top of Sirius’ head. “You can’t save everyone, Potter.”
Harry stalked past the gaping guards once more, this time with a groaning Sirius Black around his shoulders in a fireman’s carry.
Just you watch me.
~*~
One year later.
Lucius combed his long, immaculately conditioned hair with easy grace; one year ago, he could have barely combed his fingers through the tangled mess, yet alone sit in an en-suite bathroom working product into the shining locks.
“Are you done yet?” Sirius smirked from the bathroom door, clad in nothing but a fluffy white towel, Since leaving Azkaban, his own raven hair had grown to fall a little past his shoulders, and its condition had made a significant improvement. Even his skeletal face was retrieving most of its old beauty.
“Just thinking. It’s our anniversary.” Lucius shook out his mane.
Sirius raised an eyebrow. “Is this the good kind of anniversary, or the bad kind?” he asked gently.
Lucius bit his tongue; it was a tricky question to answer. Although the day that Sirius had left prison had been one of the worst of Lucius’ life, that same day had been the day that Lucius himself had been freed, under direct orders from Harry Potter and Minister Shacklebot.
That night, Sirius and Lucius had moved into Grimmauld Place; it was not Sirius’ favourite place in the world, but he imagined that Malfoy Manor had bad memories for Lucius as well. They were currently looking for a place of their own, and until then, Harry was happy about sharing the house with them, so long as they remembered to put silencing charms on their room.
“It was the start of our new life together.” Lucius explained. “And I think that’s an occasion worth celebrating.”
A grin broke out over Sirius’ face. “And how do you propose we celebrate?”
In answer, Lucius seized Sirius’ towel and dragged him to their bedroom. They wrestled playfully for a while, rubbing towel-clad cocks against each other until the teasing friction became too much of too little.
“On the bed.” Lucius whispered, reaching for the lube as he said it.
Nodding, Sirius stepped back and fell easily onto the large four-poster that they shared. His towel was tented by his erection, and he grinned as he reached beneath it and started to stroke himself idly.
“Enough of that,” Lucius admonished, batting his hand out the way and parting the white material himself. He kissed a hot trail down Sirius’ body, taking special care to lick each of Sirius’ thighs, knowing the teasing touch would drive him crazy.
“Suck me,” Sirius begged, resisting the urge to pull Lucius onto his cock himself.
After Lucius’ traumatic experience in prison, learning to enjoy sex again had taken time, but so long as he felt in control, Lucius was fine. As always, Lucius felt a niggle of discomfort when he opened his mouth to accept the prick throbbing greedily against his lips; this is Sirius, he reminded himself, Sirius won’t hurt me.
Relaxed now, Lucius let Sirius slide into his throat.
“Oh-h fuck!” Sirius groaned, moving his hips before he could help himself. Lucius had the most perfect mouth, and the sight of those lips stretched around his cock was enough to make any man come undone.
With one hand, Lucius worked the parts of Sirius he couldn’t reach, namely the base of his cock and his full, flushed balls. With the other hand, Lucius opened the lube and squeezed some on his fingers.
“Oh yes,” Sirius breathed when he saw what Lucius was doing; he spread his legs further to allow Lucius access to everything in between.
Smiling around his mouthful, Lucius bought his wet fingers to Sirius’ opening, teasing the clenched flesh gently for a few moments before pushing two fingers inside.
“Ah-ahh!” Sirius yelled as Lucius drove his fingers in up to the knuckle. Lucius felt around, trying to find the spot that made Sirius clench around his fingers and dribble precome against his tongue.
“There!” Sirius all but screamed, skewering himself eagerly against the probing digits. “Right there, Lucius, keep going right there!”
Lucius hummed and thrust his fingers in and out, bobbing his head enthusiastically until Sirius was squirming with need on the bed.
“Lucius!” he cried out, arching off the sheets his hands were fisted in. He was so close, too close, all Lucius had to do was - oh that - and Sirius would lose all control.
“Stop, wait, not yet.” Sirius babbled pulling away from Lucius’ mouth and clutching the base of his cock in an effort to stave off orgasm.
“Come inside me.” Sirius begged, opening his legs wantonly and tilting his slick arse up at Lucius invitingly.
Lucius swallowed and scrambled into place, lining up with Sirius’ hole and pushing the head of his cock into blissfully tight heat.
“More?” he offered, thrusting his hips forwards and groaning when more of his cock was engulfed in Sirius’ body.
“All the way.” Sirius agreed, bracing his hands against the headboard and bearing down, impaling himself on Lucius’ length.
Lucius slammed his hips forwards, drunk on lust for a moment as he ground desperately between Sirius’ thighs.
“Gods… so beautiful…” Lucius groaned, meaning every word as he stared down at the squirming man beneath him.
Sirius cried out with pleased surprise as Lucius gripped his ankles and pulled them up and over his shoulders, angling Sirius’ body just right so he could lie back and enjoy the grazing of his prostate.
“Lucius, don’t you dare stop doing that…” Sirius begged as his balls started to tighten.
“Wouldn’t dream.” Lucius promised, thrusting harder and faster, watching with undisguised awe as Sirius’ eyes rolled into the back of his head and his face tightened with concentration.
“Touch yourself,” Lucius rasped, barely lasting to the end of his instruction before his own groin started to tingle with an oncoming wave of pleasure.
Sirius reached for his cock, stroking it once, twice, before his arse was flooded with warm seed and that extra stimulation sent him toppling over the edge.
“Fuck! Lucius!” Sirius yelled, milking his cock for all it was worth. He came so hard that more of it splattered onto Lucius than his own body, but Lucius hardly seemed to mind.
The two lay together, panting contentedly for a few minutes, before they were jolted by a fist banging on the door.
“Silencing charms!” Harry bellowed irritably, before stomping away down the stairs.
Sirius paled. “Oh, fuck.”
Lucius arched an eyebrow. “Problem?”
“Problem? Of course there’s a problem! My teenage Godson just overheard me having sex!”
Lucius snorted. “That teenage Godson of yours has fought through war and won, I hardly think he’s in danger of having his innocent little mind tarnished.”
The two fell into silence for a long while, before Sirius worked up the courage to break it.
“Lucius?”
“Mm?”
“…I love you. You know that, right?”
“Naturally.” Lucius deadpanned, kissing Sirius’ nipple lightly. “And I, you.”
Sirius swallowed. “So what would you say if I asked you to marry me?”
There was an audible silence, where the only sounds were that of Sirius’ heart pounding in his ears.
Then, the door started emitting frantic thumps.
“Say yes, you arsehole, or I’ll put you back in prison myself!”
Lucius rolled his eyes. “Provided you learn a silencing charm before our wedding night, I accept.”