Perfect
TITLE: Perfect
RATING: R
DISCLAIMER: Belongs to J.K. Rowling.
WARNINGS: Non-con, oral sex
NOTES: I’m actually not into Lucius/Ron myself…but I do love
Kennahijja, so I thought I’d see if I could do a quick drabble for her.
SUMMARY: Lucius has a use for flaws…and for Ron. 200 words
Perfect
Lucius Malfoy tolerates perfection.
He has a comely wife, an ambitious son, a pure bloodline. He enjoys haute cuisine, rare wines, and Bach.
However, this flawless, polished life sometimes leaves Lucius…somewhat unsatisfied.
That is why he is a Death Eater, eagerly torching the homes of Muggle-lovers. That is why he enjoys making helpless, impotent Muggles flee in terror. That is why he competes with his colleagues for his master’s approval, revelling in the cut-throat, ruthless rivalry.
That is why he goes down to the cellar at night to unchain his plaything. That is why he thrills at the uncouth slurs, and abides the snarls and swearing and spittle.
He settles beside the youth, running fingers through that vivid hair. He unbuttons his trousers, relishing his captive’s shudder.
He bows the boy’s back, bends him low over his swelling prick, and bids him to take it in his mouth. He smiles when Ron does so, choking on the slippery hardness of Lucius’ cock…and on his own pride.
He touches the boy’s face gently, caressing those hideous blemishes-those freckles-while his pet whimpers softly. It’s perfect.
Lucius Malfoy tolerates perfection…
But without the imperfect, he could not be superior at all.