Drabbles: "Peace Is a Lie" By Reddwarfer & Djin7
Title: Peace Is a Lie
Author: reddwarfer & djin7
Ratings/Warnings: ~Adult
Pairings: LM/various - HP/SS/NM/BL/LV et al
A/N: 12 interconnected 100 word drabbles Written for the I_love_looshie comm (2007). These are Leila's (Lucius POV) and These are DJ's (all others).
*~*~*
Avery tries to touch him, but Lucius ignores this in favour of rubbing his thigh more firmly against Avery's cock.
It's not that he doesn't want to feel the pleasure, it's that he wants to see someone fall to pieces beneath him more.
Avery closes his eyes, and Lucius stares at him. He's never done this before, never kissed, never touched. He reaches up, and puts one hand on Avery's throat, and clenches just a little.
"What're you-"Avery asks, eyes wide and giving him a searching look, before he can't speak at all.
Lucius doesn't say a word, smiles.
*~*~*
Avery's family is powerful, and their money infinite. His status in Slytherin House is assured.
Yet he allows Lucius to break him. He can't comprehend what it is that Malfoy holds over him, what makes him so utterly powerless in his presence. It could be the boy's beauty, but Avery has had his pick of beauty, so that can't be it.
Avery's magic is strong, and his physical strength second to none at Hogwarts.
He doesn't yet understand, but the cold power emanating from this man he is submitting to actually grounds him even while he gasps for air.
Yes.
*~*~*
Lucius watches as she slowly disrobes, nervous, but not wanting to show it. He really didn't want to marry her, but there isn't anyone he does. As far as needs are concerned, she'll suffice.
She turns to him, eyes cold, smile absent and waits for his command. She's smart, raised like a true Slytherin, a devoted servant.
He orders her onto the bed dispassionately, and she obeys.
Sitting next to her sister, Narcissa looks even more pale than ever.
Bellatrix licks her throat on his orders and he wonders how long this meek subservience will last.
No one obeys forever.
*~*~*
Bella licks her all over at her future husband's request, and she can't help but shudder in revulsion at this test. Narcissa will have this marriage, or she isn't a Black.
The Black Family blood traitors - sister, cousins - have made it necessary for her to secure this match. She will allow Lucius to debase her, permit her sister's ever-increasing madness to heat her.
Narcissa shuts down her mind, letting sensation wash over her, so giving the cold bastard a show he won't forget.
But in the end, it will be Lucius who pays, once she secures the Black-Malfoy heir.
*~*~*
Lucius isn't fond of being on his knees anymore than he's fond of being told what to do. However, he will do what he must.
The Dark Lord stands above him, and he can't help but be in awe of that power. It's almost suffocating.
The cock in his mouth almost chokes him, but he hides it well.
Whatever it takes to get what he wants, he tells himself, and doing this will get what he wants.
He knows one day this wizard before him will fall, and someone will take his place.
Lucius intends for it to be him.
*~*~*
This one, Tom thinks to himself, I can use. He can be the face that launched a thousand Morsmordres!
He has plans; to secure his place in history, his immortality, and the pretty, ambitious snake currently sucking on his cock will either help him, or die trying. Tom has no use for pretty things.
He wants only power. Pretty Lucius Malfoy with his pretty face and trophy wife and riches can give him the Ministry and the ears of those in the parlours of the glitterati of the Wizarding World.
It is this thought that brings him to orgasm.
*~*~*
Severus isn't like himself, Lucius knows, but he is useful beyond anyone else he's ever met. It's in Severus' nature to serve, to be on his knees before better, stronger masters. He'll never be his own wizard, and Lucius preys on this.
With one hand on Severus' hip, Lucius thrusts in again harder, grinning as he does. Lucius has always found Severus easy to manipulate.
There are things he needs, things he wants to know, whispers coming to his ears. He will not believe a word until Severus confirms them:
The Dark Lord isn't as defeated as everyone has thought.
*~*~*
Severus goes to a place in his mind when he services Lucius. In this place, he's standing tall, and Lucius is gazing up at him with worshipful eyes that slowly register that he, Severus, is the one that finally brought him low.
Severus serves many masters, and his fate begins and ends with him on his knees. But he knows more than Lucius, more than the Dark Lord, more than Dumbledore. He is omnipotent with his information safely stored behind rock solid Occlumency shields.
One day, he will be the one being serviced.
He doesn't forget to moan on cue.
*~*~*
Being in Azkaban has its uses, Lucius discovers. He hears things that he is not supposed to hear. Knows things he isn't supposed to know.
The Dark Lord no longer has a use for him, this much is now clear. He grins as he looks down at his torn robes. It doesn't bother him nearly as much as it should.
Draco comes to see him as often as he can, face full of bravado and that Malfoy pride he so insistently instilled in him.
He carefully lets his son know where to place his loyalties.
No one abandons Lucius Malfoy
*~*~*
His father is still a Malfoy. Draco finds himself filling with pride at every sneer the guard tries to throw. His father will never break, never cower.
He knows what he has to do. Draco must complete the task set to him, no matter the cost, to make his father proud, be worthy of his heritage.
Draco will do whatever it takes-even bow as lowly as his father appears to do.
He knows that being on his knees is the illusion. With his father free, they can restore the Malfoy name and house to better than it has ever been.
*~*~*
Potter never cowers, and it makes Lucius want to laugh. It's always more satisfying to break the ones that resist.
He doesn't plan on going back to Azkaban, anymore than he plans on letting this reckless wizard kill him.
Lucius' mouth curves into a smile as he trails a finger down Potter's cheek. There's something beautiful in the way he shudders.
He knows there are better ways to break a man than with the Cruciatus curse alone.
Potter scrambles out of his hold, and he allows the boy to get away, just this once.
Lucius knows that boy will come back.
*~*~*
He's never been more terrified in his life. Harry has seen the things madmen do, and he knows that this time is different.
He doesn't care about pain nor his pride, not about the safety of others, nothing but his need to escape this man's clutches. There is only Harry, and his flight response is going into overdrive for perhaps the very first time.
Harry knows that Lucius has found his weakness, and is terrified that he wants it. Wants what Lucius offers.
He barely suppresses a mad laughing sob at the thought of what his mark will look like.
*~*~*
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Author: reddwarfer & djin7
Ratings/Warnings: ~Adult
Pairings: LM/various - HP/SS/NM/BL/LV et al
A/N: 12 interconnected 100 word drabbles Written for the I_love_looshie comm (2007). These are Leila's (Lucius POV) and These are DJ's (all others).
*~*~*
Avery tries to touch him, but Lucius ignores this in favour of rubbing his thigh more firmly against Avery's cock.
It's not that he doesn't want to feel the pleasure, it's that he wants to see someone fall to pieces beneath him more.
Avery closes his eyes, and Lucius stares at him. He's never done this before, never kissed, never touched. He reaches up, and puts one hand on Avery's throat, and clenches just a little.
"What're you-"Avery asks, eyes wide and giving him a searching look, before he can't speak at all.
Lucius doesn't say a word, smiles.
*~*~*
Avery's family is powerful, and their money infinite. His status in Slytherin House is assured.
Yet he allows Lucius to break him. He can't comprehend what it is that Malfoy holds over him, what makes him so utterly powerless in his presence. It could be the boy's beauty, but Avery has had his pick of beauty, so that can't be it.
Avery's magic is strong, and his physical strength second to none at Hogwarts.
He doesn't yet understand, but the cold power emanating from this man he is submitting to actually grounds him even while he gasps for air.
Yes.
*~*~*
Lucius watches as she slowly disrobes, nervous, but not wanting to show it. He really didn't want to marry her, but there isn't anyone he does. As far as needs are concerned, she'll suffice.
She turns to him, eyes cold, smile absent and waits for his command. She's smart, raised like a true Slytherin, a devoted servant.
He orders her onto the bed dispassionately, and she obeys.
Sitting next to her sister, Narcissa looks even more pale than ever.
Bellatrix licks her throat on his orders and he wonders how long this meek subservience will last.
No one obeys forever.
*~*~*
Bella licks her all over at her future husband's request, and she can't help but shudder in revulsion at this test. Narcissa will have this marriage, or she isn't a Black.
The Black Family blood traitors - sister, cousins - have made it necessary for her to secure this match. She will allow Lucius to debase her, permit her sister's ever-increasing madness to heat her.
Narcissa shuts down her mind, letting sensation wash over her, so giving the cold bastard a show he won't forget.
But in the end, it will be Lucius who pays, once she secures the Black-Malfoy heir.
*~*~*
Lucius isn't fond of being on his knees anymore than he's fond of being told what to do. However, he will do what he must.
The Dark Lord stands above him, and he can't help but be in awe of that power. It's almost suffocating.
The cock in his mouth almost chokes him, but he hides it well.
Whatever it takes to get what he wants, he tells himself, and doing this will get what he wants.
He knows one day this wizard before him will fall, and someone will take his place.
Lucius intends for it to be him.
*~*~*
This one, Tom thinks to himself, I can use. He can be the face that launched a thousand Morsmordres!
He has plans; to secure his place in history, his immortality, and the pretty, ambitious snake currently sucking on his cock will either help him, or die trying. Tom has no use for pretty things.
He wants only power. Pretty Lucius Malfoy with his pretty face and trophy wife and riches can give him the Ministry and the ears of those in the parlours of the glitterati of the Wizarding World.
It is this thought that brings him to orgasm.
*~*~*
Severus isn't like himself, Lucius knows, but he is useful beyond anyone else he's ever met. It's in Severus' nature to serve, to be on his knees before better, stronger masters. He'll never be his own wizard, and Lucius preys on this.
With one hand on Severus' hip, Lucius thrusts in again harder, grinning as he does. Lucius has always found Severus easy to manipulate.
There are things he needs, things he wants to know, whispers coming to his ears. He will not believe a word until Severus confirms them:
The Dark Lord isn't as defeated as everyone has thought.
*~*~*
Severus goes to a place in his mind when he services Lucius. In this place, he's standing tall, and Lucius is gazing up at him with worshipful eyes that slowly register that he, Severus, is the one that finally brought him low.
Severus serves many masters, and his fate begins and ends with him on his knees. But he knows more than Lucius, more than the Dark Lord, more than Dumbledore. He is omnipotent with his information safely stored behind rock solid Occlumency shields.
One day, he will be the one being serviced.
He doesn't forget to moan on cue.
*~*~*
Being in Azkaban has its uses, Lucius discovers. He hears things that he is not supposed to hear. Knows things he isn't supposed to know.
The Dark Lord no longer has a use for him, this much is now clear. He grins as he looks down at his torn robes. It doesn't bother him nearly as much as it should.
Draco comes to see him as often as he can, face full of bravado and that Malfoy pride he so insistently instilled in him.
He carefully lets his son know where to place his loyalties.
No one abandons Lucius Malfoy
*~*~*
His father is still a Malfoy. Draco finds himself filling with pride at every sneer the guard tries to throw. His father will never break, never cower.
He knows what he has to do. Draco must complete the task set to him, no matter the cost, to make his father proud, be worthy of his heritage.
Draco will do whatever it takes-even bow as lowly as his father appears to do.
He knows that being on his knees is the illusion. With his father free, they can restore the Malfoy name and house to better than it has ever been.
*~*~*
Potter never cowers, and it makes Lucius want to laugh. It's always more satisfying to break the ones that resist.
He doesn't plan on going back to Azkaban, anymore than he plans on letting this reckless wizard kill him.
Lucius' mouth curves into a smile as he trails a finger down Potter's cheek. There's something beautiful in the way he shudders.
He knows there are better ways to break a man than with the Cruciatus curse alone.
Potter scrambles out of his hold, and he allows the boy to get away, just this once.
Lucius knows that boy will come back.
*~*~*
He's never been more terrified in his life. Harry has seen the things madmen do, and he knows that this time is different.
He doesn't care about pain nor his pride, not about the safety of others, nothing but his need to escape this man's clutches. There is only Harry, and his flight response is going into overdrive for perhaps the very first time.
Harry knows that Lucius has found his weakness, and is terrified that he wants it. Wants what Lucius offers.
He barely suppresses a mad laughing sob at the thought of what his mark will look like.
*~*~*
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