Challenge: Lucius Malfoy/Bill Weasley
Challenger: lantana
Due Date: September 1st.
Rating: R, I believe
A SAFE ACCIDENT
The director of Gringotts did not look happy, and him being a goblin, that was not a pretty sight. His contorted face showed his needle sharp teeth all too clear, and his irises seemed to be whirling around the narrowed pupils.
Lucius was duly impressed by the sight. He knew of course what was the problem. The latest addition to his safe.
He had suppressed his suspicions, after all it was a gift from his Master, and as such it was supposed to be valuable, powerful, and not likely to endanger him or his cover. He really, really should learn to trust his instincts, and perhaps it would be wise too if he would renounce his association with Voldemort. Ah well, business first. That blasted goblin was getting more steamed up by the minute, he'd better try to calm him down with whatever promise or bribe that was needed.
The scratchy goblin voice was dealing out blame and recriminations at an astounding pace. His safe had exploded. Galleons had been spread all over half a mile of corridor. No guarantees could be made about their return. Other items of doubtful origin had been discovered inside the ruined safe. Their best curse breaker was at them, rendering them harmless. All costs for damage control and repairs would be on his account. It would be a sign of his good will if he were to assist the curse breaker with his work, by pointing out the dangers he knew about. Lucius nodded at all appropriate places, he would not complain about missing monies, he would pay, he would remove the offending items, and he would assist this curse breaker.
He strode to the waiting cart with all signs of utter confidence. To be honest, he was vastly more experienced in casting than in breaking curses, and he doubted he could assist a professional in any way.
He saw the first stray galleons glittering in darkened corners minutes before he arrived at his ruined safe. Shards of metal and rubble were to be seen not much later. Next signal of the past destruction, and the repairs being made, was the muttering voice of someone worrying about the possible curses some object might be carrying. The voice sounded young, but very skilled. Of course, he'd have to be if he was Gringotts' best.
As he had expected, his safe was in shambles. Money and gems were roughly swept into a corner, and most objects were standing apart, dampening fields over them. The curse breaker was bending over a black mirror, carefully releasing reconnaissance spells. The man looked� eccentric. Deep red hair, worn in a bushy ponytail over his back. Dragon leather boots, dragon leather pants. Tight pants. Very tight. Lucius swallowed. The man surely could get away with such an outfit, he rarely had seen such legs, and never supporting such an a� backside, he corrected himself. He would NOT fall for a pretty boy again he admonished himself. The last time had been a very expensive experience, what with the blackmail and all.
The man turned slightly as he heard Lucius' arrival, raising his free hand to hold him back for a moment. Sweet Merlin. Was that a dragon tooth the man was wearing as an earring? It certainly looked like it, and he didn't think they sold fakes anywhere. The man soon reached a point where he could interrupt safely, and he turned to welcome the owner of the safe.
A Weasley. He might have known it, that red hair stood out everywhere. The associated temper was there too, he soon found out, as the young man gave him a tongue lashing of his own. Lucius was in no mood to undergo it passively, after the directorial rant he'd already been subject to, but he had little choice. The Weasley guy - he had introduced himself as Bill - had a sublime mastery of the more colourful parts of the English language, and as he saw it, he had every reason to use it.
According to him, this safe of his was a disaster waiting to happen. Lucius had been irresponsible to a criminal degree, it was almost as if he had on purpose piled up the most sensitive, the most volatile items the world knew. Did he know just how even two of these would react if something set them off? Could he imagine if ALL of them went kaboom? Did he believe himself invulnerable, or was he just what he appeared to be, an empty-headed, aristocratic, stupid DUMB BLONDE?
All right, he had heard enough. He would take responsibility for his ignorance, but he did not need to accept the added insults. He whipped out his wand, and threw a curse at the arrogant brat. Said brat wasn't too slow - he would have to be fast, in his line of work - and easily ducked the curse. Of course, this meant the curse hit something else. A Dark item. Which went KABOOM, with an astonishing resonance. Waves of whatever the curse it was carrying hit them first, and rolled majestically out of the safe, into the corridor and possibly quite a lot further than that. It also set off a string of pearls, which gave of a weak, amber aura that went not much further than the entry of the safe.
Weasley returned to waving his wand and muttering reconnaissance spells to find out what exactly had happened, and discover just how they had been cursed. He once again drew on his vast knowledge of the dictionary once he discovered just what had been unleashed.
Lucius inquired politely in his most sophisticated drawl if he could be so kind to explain just what had happened, and what would be the consequences. Oh, and if he could explain it so a non-professional curse breaker might actually understand it, without all the technical mumbo-jumbo. Brown eyes spat fire, but the voice of the Weasley guy was calm enough as he explained in simple words, as if he were talking to a first year student at Hogwarts, that the first, most powerful curse would rob everybody it hit with total loss of self-control. The second, lighter burst had been a powerful, but more limited lust spell. Couldn't he feel the effects yet?
In fact, Lucius had been experiencing trouble in his nether regions since he arrived in his safe, taking in the sight of a perfect body clad in dragon hide. He had to admit matters had been turning more urgent the past minutes; in fact his trousers were in danger of losing quite a few buttons. He swallowed, nodded curtly. Weasley grinned, he was having the same troubles, if the stretched out leather of his pants was any indication. Nice pants. Nice grin too, in fact, once you got used to the freckled face it was placed into. Those lips were quite delicious; he wondered how they would feel under his.
Mmmh. Very nice indeed. Nice tongue too, very active, very daring. And what those hands were doing with his neck and shoulders would be considered illegal in many places, he'd wager. He moaned, and pushed his body closer to the fiery angel that was making him feel all those wonderful things. What a pity, the hands quitted their occupation. He would help them loosen up all those bothersome robes, then they could return at what they had been doing so admirably. The hands didn't stop until he was completely naked, and then urged his hands to join them to undress the young man humping him. He agreed, it was far to warm anyway, naked was much better, much more fun.
Again the long-fingered hands were doing miracles on his neck and shoulders, but this time they didn't stop there, but slowly descended, getting intimately acquainted with each muscle in his body and turning him into a collection of melting bones, surrounded by liquefied muscles, and held together by burning skin.
Suddenly, his mouth was free, and he used it to spout a string of nonsense, as an even cleverer mouth joined the clever hands in their effort of reducing him to nothing. The hands were attacking his buttocks now, while the mouth roamed freely across his chest, licking at the hollow of his throat, nipping at his nipples. He shivered as a tongue drew a wet, hot line, down from his throat, in and past his navel, to finish circling the tip of his cock. He babbled his nonsense more urgently, grammar and vocabulary seriously limited, but his flame like lover seemed to understand anyway. His cock was swiftly swallowed, smothered in heat and wetness, the movement and pressure around it drawing his orgasm from him almost immediately. He was screaming then, still the same nonsense but a lot louder. More, more, he wanted more, needed more; he needed all this beauty could give.
His release had left him dizzy, and he was so glad he was invited to have a lie down. Yes, he'd lie on his stomach, why not, just as comfortable. Sweet Merlin. The hands and mouth now started a coordinated attack on his backside. They left not an inch of his skin untouched, and the smooth arabesques of hot wetness the tongue left were leading straight to his arse. The tongue was doing unmentionable things down there, and he decided to forego the babbling stage this time and go straight to screaming. The tongue felt encouraged by this, and started moving fast, in and out of his clenching muscle, opening him, wetting him. He never wanted it to stop, but it did stop after a while, no matter how he protested. It was replaced by something even better, although he hadn't believed that possible.
Oh. He didn't know he could do that. Were muscles really supposed to stretch that far? Nobody ever told him this was it was like, taking a cock inside. It was glorious, he felt warmth and pressure and friction all tangled up into one mind shattering feeling. The feeling went so deep inside of him, and somewhere along the way it got even more intense. He remembered vaguely that he had put his cock inside other men like that, and that sometimes they demanded he'd keep hitting the same spot over and over again. Had they been feeling the same as he did now? Lucky bastards. It was so wonderful, he never wanted it to stop, it had to stop, this was killing him. The heated pressure inside kept building higher, spreading all over his body, and finally converging into his throbbing cock. He wailed, his whole body tensed, as a second orgasm hit him, and he fell into darkness. The last vague impressions he had was of liquid fire drenching his bowels, and his exhausted lover screaming his name and collapsing over him.
Lucius awoke at a soft touch to his shoulder, feeling very mellow, and weak as a kitten. He was also slightly confused as to where he was, how he got here, and whom exactly it was that was shaking at his shoulder. Well, whoever it was, why couldn't they leave him alone, he wanted to sleep some more, unless there was a repeat of whatever they had been doing that had left him feeling so good. He mumbled some protest, but the hand touching his shoulder was very persistent. In the end, he gave in and opened an eye. This was not the ceiling of his room, or any room he had slept in before. It was roughly hewn rock. His eye drifted from the ceiling to the rest of his surroundings, and he frowned. Why was he lying down in his safe at Gringotts, and why was he naked, and most of all: why wasn't he alone? Who had dared to enter his property?
Long red hair. Freckles. A smooth, muscular, naked body, and a very tasty-looking grin. That grin finally brought back his memory: the accident, the curse-breaker working in his exploded safe, their quarrel, and its consequences - oh Gods, its consequences� Lucius loved those consequences. "Do you think we could do that again, but without the curses?" he drawled. As he was swept away again by kisses and touches, a thought bubbled in from his lust-flooded brain. " Bill's not much of a talker, but I believe this means yes�"
End.
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