Week Two Challenge.
Week Two Challenge; Final Session
Pairing: Percy/Lucius
Word Count: 299
Rating: R
Scenario: Why Percy really went bad, and ignored his family for oh-so long.
He’s in my flat again.
"Hello Percy Weasley."
He always calls me that. I think it’s to remind me who I am, that I’m so much lower than him. I ought to be grateful that he doesn’t just call me Weasley.
"Hello Mr Malfoy," I say politely. "I wish you wouldn’t come into my flat when I’m not here."
"Oh, you know you like the surprise," he says lazily, holding out his hand to me.
I let him pull me closer. I don’t bother to look around the flat. I know that I won’t see any signs of him searching it. He’s too clever for that. It’s only noticeable if you look.
He kisses me. His mouth is hot and utterly irresistible. His kisses get fiercer and he pulls me down onto the couch. I straddle his lap and close my eyes. It’s more fun to have my eyes closed. It’s not that I actually pretend that he’s someone else - that’s totally impossible. If you’re having sex with Lucius, you know you are. But I can sometimes pretend that I’m not in a grotty flat. And I can ignore the look of disdain on his face.
He fucks me fiercely, like he always does. It always hurts. I like it hurting.
Afterwards, he lets he cuddle up on his lap and strokes my back. I like that too although I always know why he’s doing it.
"Spoken to any of them?" he asks lightly.
"No."
It’s why he comes here. Why I can never speak with any of my family, no matter what I might want. He’d know. Even if I didn’t tell him, he’d know.
"Ah well."
He leaves after that and I clear the flat up, wondering it will be safe to talk to my family again.
Pairing: Percy/Lucius
Word Count: 299
Rating: R
Scenario: Why Percy really went bad, and ignored his family for oh-so long.
He’s in my flat again.
"Hello Percy Weasley."
He always calls me that. I think it’s to remind me who I am, that I’m so much lower than him. I ought to be grateful that he doesn’t just call me Weasley.
"Hello Mr Malfoy," I say politely. "I wish you wouldn’t come into my flat when I’m not here."
"Oh, you know you like the surprise," he says lazily, holding out his hand to me.
I let him pull me closer. I don’t bother to look around the flat. I know that I won’t see any signs of him searching it. He’s too clever for that. It’s only noticeable if you look.
He kisses me. His mouth is hot and utterly irresistible. His kisses get fiercer and he pulls me down onto the couch. I straddle his lap and close my eyes. It’s more fun to have my eyes closed. It’s not that I actually pretend that he’s someone else - that’s totally impossible. If you’re having sex with Lucius, you know you are. But I can sometimes pretend that I’m not in a grotty flat. And I can ignore the look of disdain on his face.
He fucks me fiercely, like he always does. It always hurts. I like it hurting.
Afterwards, he lets he cuddle up on his lap and strokes my back. I like that too although I always know why he’s doing it.
"Spoken to any of them?" he asks lightly.
"No."
It’s why he comes here. Why I can never speak with any of my family, no matter what I might want. He’d know. Even if I didn’t tell him, he’d know.
"Ah well."
He leaves after that and I clear the flat up, wondering it will be safe to talk to my family again.