The Game (ooh, look fic!)
Name: The Game
Author:melfinatheblue
Rating:R
Characters:Lucius, Narcissa, Andromeda, Crabbe (the elder), Ronald Nott, and other students
Prompt: Playful from my 25prompts table
Warnings: implied noncon, naked men, underage drinking
Word Count: 1500
Summary: Strip poker in the Slytherin common room and someone's a sore loser.
Author's Note: I own nothing, except for the OCs.
"The game, gentlemen, is strip poker. 5 card draw, no wilds. One piece of clothing per hand, and once you run out of clothes, betting sexual favors is acceptable. Are you in, or are you out, Malfoy?"
"In, Nott."
"Good. I like your shirt. Can't wait to win it."
"In your dreams, Nott."
"By the sounds he makes at night, pretty frequently."
"Shut up, Crabbe!"
Malfoy smacked Crabbe.
"There are some things I don't want to know, Crabbe. Nott's fantasies are definitely one of them."
"Oww!"
"Alright, people, we've got a game to play. Try to focus."
"Shut it, Nott. Let's play."
"Are you Slytherins always so talkative? Let's see those bets."
"You're here on sufferance, Smith. Don't forget it."
"Deal the cards, Nott. I'm the one who brought the firewhiskey, remember."
At some point, it had become traditional for the Slytherins to host a weekly, no-holds barred poker game. Slytherins were always welcome, purebloods of other houses were tolerated, and halfbloods from other houses better bring good booze if they wanted in. For the past two years, Nott had arranged things, since the so-called King of Slytherin, Malfoy, had better things to do. During the last holiday, he had come across the idea of 'strip' poker, and thought it was a great idea. He had even talked Malfoy into playing, for the first time. He was looking forward to seeing Malfoy without a shirt, or pants, or any clothes at all, and judging by the number of girls hanging around the common room, he wasn't the only one.
"Alright gentlemen, ante up."
A chorus of "tie" resounded around the table. Nott smirked, and let Malfoy win. Anyone could see the fool was bluffing, but if he got him confident early, he'd be naked and betting blow jobs all the sooner. One thing he knew for sure, Malfoy hated to lose.
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A couple of hours later
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Crabbe and Macnair were completely naked. Smith, the lone non-Slytherin, was wearing only boxers. Only Nott and Malfoy remained mostly clothed.
"Your bet, Malfoy."
"Shirt."
"Blow job."
"I'm out."
"Guess all I've got left is my boxers. Boxers then."
"Socks."
"Socks, Nott?"
"You already have my shirt, remember."
Malfoy smirked.
"So I do. Read them and weep, Nott."
Malfoy laid down his hand. There was a collective groan and he started to pull the pile towards him.
"Not so fast, Malfoy. My hand beats yours. Shirt off, please. And Smith, let's have those boxers."
"Oh well. Deal, Nott."
"Looking forward to having nothing left? I always thought you were a bit of an exhibitionist. Or maybe you just want to show off for the Black sisters?"
"Shut your mouth, and deal."
"With pleasure."
Two hands later, Malfoy was wearing only boxers and socks. He was also not very happy looking. The rest of the people in the room, on the other hand, seemed to be quite happy with the view.
"Damn."
Malfoy threw in his hand.
"Not going to be a sore loser, are you Lucius?"
"Bugger off, Ronald. Let's play."
"You sure? Wouldn't want to damage your reputation by revealing your small wand to the world."
"Why you little!"
Malfoy stood up, wand in hand pointing straight at Nott. He was furious, and would have been rather impressive were it not for the fact he was only wearing boxers.
"My wand's certainly bigger then yours, Ronald Nott. After all, we all know that you couldn't even keep your mudblood girlfriend happy. That's just so sad."
"I'll kill you, Malfoy!"
Ronald Nott launched himself towards Lucius Malfoy. Soon the two of them were grappling on the floor to accompanying shouts from the spectators.
"Go for the boxers!"
"Get him, Lucius!"
"Um, shouldn't we stop them?"
"Nope. And I'll hex you if you try, Smith."
"Duly noted, Black."
Soon enough, Malfoy was sitting on top of Nott. But the victory was a Pyrrhic one. Nott had Malfoy's boxers clutched in one fist, and every Slytherin in the common room (and one Ravenclaw) could see his wand. There was a moment of shocked silence.
"Nice wand, Malfoy. Should keep my sister happy."
Malfoy looked down at himself.
"Damn. Thank you, 'Romy. I'll take my boxers back now, Nott."
"Not happening, Malfoy."
"Now who's a sore loser, Nott?"
"Bite me."
"If you insist."
Malfoy swiveled around so that he was straddling Nott. He then leaned down, and bit his neck.
"You bastard, you bit me!"
"You did ask."
"Get off, Malfoy."
"Lucius, don't let him up. We all know the rules, Nott. You've earned a forfeit, and it's Lucius's to choose."
"Ladies' choice, Romy."
"Thank you, Lucius."
From his spot on the floor, Nott could see both Andromeda Black and her sister, Narcissa. He paled as Narcissa leaned over to whisper something in her sister's ear. Everyone knew Narcissa was as kinky as they came, and second only to her oldest sister Bellatrix in perversion. Of course, no one breathed a word of it, since she was good with a hex, and due to marry Malfoy sooner or later. There were very few students stupid enough to piss them both off by suggesting she was anything other than a sweet little virgin.
"That's a lovely thought, 'Cissy. Show of hands. Who wants to see Lucius bugger Nott?"
"No way in bloody hell!"
"Shut up Nott, you don't get a vote."
Almost everyone he could see had their hands raised, with the exception of that odd first-year Snape. And even he looked interested.
"Any opinion, Lucius?"
"I said ladies choice, and I meant it. I'm your obedient slave, Romy."
Nott noted the very interesting look on Narcissa's face. Looked like Malfoy had just given her an idea, one she liked.
"There you have it. Someone get Lucius some lube. I suspect Nott's a tight arse."
Malfoy got off of him, and Nott tried to bolt. Malfoy grabbed him by the arm, and Nott spun around and kicked him in the balls. Malfoy doubled over in pain, and Nott pushed his way out of the common room.
"Now that was dirty pool."
Andromeda looked over at Lucius, who was making little pain noises and was dead-white.
"Do you need to go to the infirmary? Smith, Crabbe, help him get dressed and get him there."
Lucius made a gurgling noise as the two other boys helped him with his clothes and walked him out of the common room. Narcissa trailed behind them.
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In the infirmary
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"There we go, Mr. Malfoy. Just keep ice on it and you'll be right as rain in no time."
Lucius did not feel right as rain. He was pissed and hurting, and Nott was going to pay.
"Come on Lucius, let's get back to the dungeon and I'll help you plot your revenge."
He leaned on 'Cissa as they slowly walked back.
"You know, dearest, a public buggering is far too good for Nott now."
"You have an idea, I take it."
"I'll come up with one. Something painful and humiliating. I can't believe he mocked your wand. It's a wonderful wand and you know just what to do with it, I'm sure."
"Thank you, 'Cissa. I'm sure by the time we get back, you'll have a good idea and they'll have caught him."
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In point of fact, it took nearly four hours to find Nott. He'd hidden in one of the unused classrooms, and hexed several people before he was captured and dragged back to the common room. Lucius had ensconced himself in one of the green armchairs, and Narcissa was perched on one of the arms. An evil smile lit up her face when she saw Nott. He quavered. This was not going to be fun.
"Well, Nott, what do you have to say for yourself?"
"You're not going to bugger me."
"I have no intention of going anywhere near you. You disgust me. Bad enough that you're a bad sport, but you weren't even enough of a man to take your earned punishment. Honestly, Nott, grow a pair that function. 'Cissa, Romy, and Crabbe are going to deal with you, and I look forward to hearing your moans. Be sure to yell loud enough that I can hear you in my room, will you?"
He slowly stood up, careful not to dislodge Narcissa.
"Have fun during playtime, and take loads of pictures."
"You're not staying."
"I feel it would be painful to do so. Certain portions of my anatomy are not particularly happy right now, and I don't wish to antagonize them further. But do have fun."
He walked carefully out of the room. Behind him he could hear a struggle, and then the moans started. He smirked. Playtime was always so much fun, and while it was a pity that he couldn't join in, 'Cissa would be in the mood for some private play later on. And that kind was really the most entertaining.
Author:melfinatheblue
Rating:R
Characters:Lucius, Narcissa, Andromeda, Crabbe (the elder), Ronald Nott, and other students
Prompt: Playful from my 25prompts table
Warnings: implied noncon, naked men, underage drinking
Word Count: 1500
Summary: Strip poker in the Slytherin common room and someone's a sore loser.
Author's Note: I own nothing, except for the OCs.
"The game, gentlemen, is strip poker. 5 card draw, no wilds. One piece of clothing per hand, and once you run out of clothes, betting sexual favors is acceptable. Are you in, or are you out, Malfoy?"
"In, Nott."
"Good. I like your shirt. Can't wait to win it."
"In your dreams, Nott."
"By the sounds he makes at night, pretty frequently."
"Shut up, Crabbe!"
Malfoy smacked Crabbe.
"There are some things I don't want to know, Crabbe. Nott's fantasies are definitely one of them."
"Oww!"
"Alright, people, we've got a game to play. Try to focus."
"Shut it, Nott. Let's play."
"Are you Slytherins always so talkative? Let's see those bets."
"You're here on sufferance, Smith. Don't forget it."
"Deal the cards, Nott. I'm the one who brought the firewhiskey, remember."
At some point, it had become traditional for the Slytherins to host a weekly, no-holds barred poker game. Slytherins were always welcome, purebloods of other houses were tolerated, and halfbloods from other houses better bring good booze if they wanted in. For the past two years, Nott had arranged things, since the so-called King of Slytherin, Malfoy, had better things to do. During the last holiday, he had come across the idea of 'strip' poker, and thought it was a great idea. He had even talked Malfoy into playing, for the first time. He was looking forward to seeing Malfoy without a shirt, or pants, or any clothes at all, and judging by the number of girls hanging around the common room, he wasn't the only one.
"Alright gentlemen, ante up."
A chorus of "tie" resounded around the table. Nott smirked, and let Malfoy win. Anyone could see the fool was bluffing, but if he got him confident early, he'd be naked and betting blow jobs all the sooner. One thing he knew for sure, Malfoy hated to lose.
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A couple of hours later
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Crabbe and Macnair were completely naked. Smith, the lone non-Slytherin, was wearing only boxers. Only Nott and Malfoy remained mostly clothed.
"Your bet, Malfoy."
"Shirt."
"Blow job."
"I'm out."
"Guess all I've got left is my boxers. Boxers then."
"Socks."
"Socks, Nott?"
"You already have my shirt, remember."
Malfoy smirked.
"So I do. Read them and weep, Nott."
Malfoy laid down his hand. There was a collective groan and he started to pull the pile towards him.
"Not so fast, Malfoy. My hand beats yours. Shirt off, please. And Smith, let's have those boxers."
"Oh well. Deal, Nott."
"Looking forward to having nothing left? I always thought you were a bit of an exhibitionist. Or maybe you just want to show off for the Black sisters?"
"Shut your mouth, and deal."
"With pleasure."
Two hands later, Malfoy was wearing only boxers and socks. He was also not very happy looking. The rest of the people in the room, on the other hand, seemed to be quite happy with the view.
"Damn."
Malfoy threw in his hand.
"Not going to be a sore loser, are you Lucius?"
"Bugger off, Ronald. Let's play."
"You sure? Wouldn't want to damage your reputation by revealing your small wand to the world."
"Why you little!"
Malfoy stood up, wand in hand pointing straight at Nott. He was furious, and would have been rather impressive were it not for the fact he was only wearing boxers.
"My wand's certainly bigger then yours, Ronald Nott. After all, we all know that you couldn't even keep your mudblood girlfriend happy. That's just so sad."
"I'll kill you, Malfoy!"
Ronald Nott launched himself towards Lucius Malfoy. Soon the two of them were grappling on the floor to accompanying shouts from the spectators.
"Go for the boxers!"
"Get him, Lucius!"
"Um, shouldn't we stop them?"
"Nope. And I'll hex you if you try, Smith."
"Duly noted, Black."
Soon enough, Malfoy was sitting on top of Nott. But the victory was a Pyrrhic one. Nott had Malfoy's boxers clutched in one fist, and every Slytherin in the common room (and one Ravenclaw) could see his wand. There was a moment of shocked silence.
"Nice wand, Malfoy. Should keep my sister happy."
Malfoy looked down at himself.
"Damn. Thank you, 'Romy. I'll take my boxers back now, Nott."
"Not happening, Malfoy."
"Now who's a sore loser, Nott?"
"Bite me."
"If you insist."
Malfoy swiveled around so that he was straddling Nott. He then leaned down, and bit his neck.
"You bastard, you bit me!"
"You did ask."
"Get off, Malfoy."
"Lucius, don't let him up. We all know the rules, Nott. You've earned a forfeit, and it's Lucius's to choose."
"Ladies' choice, Romy."
"Thank you, Lucius."
From his spot on the floor, Nott could see both Andromeda Black and her sister, Narcissa. He paled as Narcissa leaned over to whisper something in her sister's ear. Everyone knew Narcissa was as kinky as they came, and second only to her oldest sister Bellatrix in perversion. Of course, no one breathed a word of it, since she was good with a hex, and due to marry Malfoy sooner or later. There were very few students stupid enough to piss them both off by suggesting she was anything other than a sweet little virgin.
"That's a lovely thought, 'Cissy. Show of hands. Who wants to see Lucius bugger Nott?"
"No way in bloody hell!"
"Shut up Nott, you don't get a vote."
Almost everyone he could see had their hands raised, with the exception of that odd first-year Snape. And even he looked interested.
"Any opinion, Lucius?"
"I said ladies choice, and I meant it. I'm your obedient slave, Romy."
Nott noted the very interesting look on Narcissa's face. Looked like Malfoy had just given her an idea, one she liked.
"There you have it. Someone get Lucius some lube. I suspect Nott's a tight arse."
Malfoy got off of him, and Nott tried to bolt. Malfoy grabbed him by the arm, and Nott spun around and kicked him in the balls. Malfoy doubled over in pain, and Nott pushed his way out of the common room.
"Now that was dirty pool."
Andromeda looked over at Lucius, who was making little pain noises and was dead-white.
"Do you need to go to the infirmary? Smith, Crabbe, help him get dressed and get him there."
Lucius made a gurgling noise as the two other boys helped him with his clothes and walked him out of the common room. Narcissa trailed behind them.
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In the infirmary
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"There we go, Mr. Malfoy. Just keep ice on it and you'll be right as rain in no time."
Lucius did not feel right as rain. He was pissed and hurting, and Nott was going to pay.
"Come on Lucius, let's get back to the dungeon and I'll help you plot your revenge."
He leaned on 'Cissa as they slowly walked back.
"You know, dearest, a public buggering is far too good for Nott now."
"You have an idea, I take it."
"I'll come up with one. Something painful and humiliating. I can't believe he mocked your wand. It's a wonderful wand and you know just what to do with it, I'm sure."
"Thank you, 'Cissa. I'm sure by the time we get back, you'll have a good idea and they'll have caught him."
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In point of fact, it took nearly four hours to find Nott. He'd hidden in one of the unused classrooms, and hexed several people before he was captured and dragged back to the common room. Lucius had ensconced himself in one of the green armchairs, and Narcissa was perched on one of the arms. An evil smile lit up her face when she saw Nott. He quavered. This was not going to be fun.
"Well, Nott, what do you have to say for yourself?"
"You're not going to bugger me."
"I have no intention of going anywhere near you. You disgust me. Bad enough that you're a bad sport, but you weren't even enough of a man to take your earned punishment. Honestly, Nott, grow a pair that function. 'Cissa, Romy, and Crabbe are going to deal with you, and I look forward to hearing your moans. Be sure to yell loud enough that I can hear you in my room, will you?"
He slowly stood up, careful not to dislodge Narcissa.
"Have fun during playtime, and take loads of pictures."
"You're not staying."
"I feel it would be painful to do so. Certain portions of my anatomy are not particularly happy right now, and I don't wish to antagonize them further. But do have fun."
He walked carefully out of the room. Behind him he could hear a struggle, and then the moans started. He smirked. Playtime was always so much fun, and while it was a pity that he couldn't join in, 'Cissa would be in the mood for some private play later on. And that kind was really the most entertaining.