Title: No Rest For The Wicked
Author: eeyore9990
Characters: Kingsley Shacklebolt/Lucius Malfoy
Rating: R
Warnings: Abuse of Power, Bondage, Non-con, Object Penetration
Themes/kinks chosen: Kinky Kristmas prompt of The Cane
Word Count: 1389
Summary: Kingsley has a moment alone with Lucius after the Department of Mysteries and before Azkaban.
Author's notes: Because nothing says "Merry Fucking Christmas" like abuse of power, bondage, and a dash of non-con. *face palm*

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Kingsley lifted the snake-headed cane in his hands, testing the strength of the shaft before twisting the head and removing the hidden wand. Whistling through his teeth, he turned to the prisoner, raising one eyebrow as he said, "Somehow, Malfoy, I expected your wand to be… bigger."

Lucius Malfoy stared at the wall, allowing no expression but the one of polite disinterest that he'd been wearing since he'd arrived, bound in magic-dampening chains.

"Tell me, did it make you feel like a real wizard? Cursing children, I mean."

Lucius' eyes gleamed for a moment, and he turned his head to stare at Kingsley, a smile flirting over his lips. "I have no idea what you mean, Auror Shacklebolt. Cursing children? I would never do such a thing… of my own will."

Kingsley sneered. "Going that route again, are we? Don't you feel it's a bit of a tired line by now? Unoriginal?"

Lucius merely blinked before resuming his inspection of the far wall.

"Come on, Malfoy. You can tell me. Wizard to wizard. You enjoyed it, didn't you? You loved watching them writhe, knowing the only thing holding them down was your… power. Your magic flowing through them, making them scream. It sent a thrill through you, didn't it?"

"I'm nearly positive I requested the presence of my solicitor," Lucius said, his voice lofty and amused.

"Ah, but it's never that easy, is it, Malfoy? The Wizengamot will be ordering the use of Veritaserum any moment now and then there won't be anything for you to hide behind. Not your name, not that twisted little sneer you like to wear. Nothing but the truth."

A light laugh burst from Lucius' lips. "You don't honestly believe that your little tactics will work on me, do you, Shacklebolt? I've been the victim of more strenuous interrogation techniques than these. Really, it's as if you aren't even trying, dear boy."

Kingsley moved quickly, pushing Lucius' chair back against the wall, hands gripping the arms as he put his face right in Lucius'. "Would you like me to? Because I can. Try harder, I mean." A long, intense moment passed before Kingsley relaxed, backing off. "Let's try again, shall we? You were there, in the Department of Mysteries, with all those children at your mercy. Only you don't possess any. So what did that leave you?"

Kingsley paced around the room, tapping a finger to his chin. "Is it possible? Is that what drives you?" he asked, his voice low and musing.

Lucius didn't answer, but his eyes did flicker toward him, one brow quirking in question.

"The power. It really is the power that drives you, isn't it? I wonder what that feels like? Having someone so completely at your mercy. Is it a rush? Is it… orgasmic?"

Time stretched thin as the two men stared at one another, Kingsley trying to will a confession from Lucius while Lucius… Lucius was staring at Kingsley, but he wasn't seeing him. His lips parted and there was the choked sound of air being sucked through a throat gone dry before one word escaped. "Yes."

Kingsley's eyes flared wide with triumph. "Constrictum captus!" The prisoner detention spell jerked Lucius to his feet as magical bonds formed on his wrists, pulling them up and away from his body. His chin went up as a thick restraint formed around his neck and his legs were forced apart as a spreader bar appeared between them. Outrage filled his cold grey eyes and he opened his mouth to say something…

Only to have a gag shoved between his lips.

Kingsley circled around Lucius, eyes roving over his body. "We have your confession; all that remains is for you to await transport to Azkaban. This interview is at an end. Recording stop."

A low hum that had been filling the air around them suddenly ceased as the recording spell was cancelled.

Kingsley stepped behind Lucius before leaning forward and whispering in his ear. "You have much to answer for, Malfoy. Those kids? You should never have touched them. Now I'm going to make you regret every moment you've spent in pursuit of that madman's agenda."

Kingsley surveyed his captive once more before a small, grim smile tipped up the corners of his lips. "You'll be a favourite amongst the inmates, Malfoy. Those delicate features, that pretty hair. They'll enjoy stripping away your haughty demeanour. But why should they have all the fun, hmm?" A slash of Kingsley's wand and Lucius' rich clothing fell away, save for a few tatters that remained draped over his shoulders.

"Perfect."

A low, threatening noise rose from Lucius' throat but Kingsley simply laughed at the sound. "There's nothing you can do; no one will help you now."

With the spreader bar between his legs and his arms held at awkward angles away from his body, Lucius' hips were thrust slightly backward, presenting the perfect picture of subjugation. Kingsley slid one hand over the pale flesh of a rounded arse cheek before squeezing it in a tight grip. Releasing him, Kingsley watched as blood slowly returned to the surface.

Spinning on his heel, Kingsley crossed back over to the table where he'd laid Lucius' cane. Lifting it again, he weighed it in his hands before he raised his eyes to Lucius'. For a long moment, there was no sound, no movement, simply two immovable men locked in silent battle.

Until Kingsley removed the wand from the shaft of the cane and allowed it to fall to the floor with a loud clatter. A small bit of wordless transfiguration caused the tip of the cane to twist itself into a smoothly rounded shape; seeing it, Lucius' eyes went wide and his nostrils flared as he began to struggle uselessly—silently—against the bonds that held him firm.

"Don't worry, Malfoy. I'll use lube. Think of this as a courtesy; none of the other prisoners will bother with stretching. They'll just ram in there, ripping you apart. At least this way, you'll have some preparation."

The look in Lucius' eyes promised retribution even as his breathing turned sharp, panicked. His eyes flicked wildly around the room as Kingsley approached. When they locked on the wand lying useless on the floor, Kingsley shook his head. "You didn't truly think I would allow you to come in contact with your magic, did you? I have been at this for a while." Pausing momentarily, he said, "Being an Auror, that is. This is an entirely new experience for me. But fear not. I'm sure I'll pick it up as I go along."

The lubrication spell provided sparse, but adequate, coverage, casting a faint sheen on the dark wood. Kingsley used one hand to spread the cheeks of Lucius' arse then pressed the cane slowly and steadily against the dusky hole until it was sheathed. As Kingsley pushed it the last few centimetres, a small sound escaped Lucius and Kingsley looked up to see dark colour staining Lucius' chest and face.

Lucius' nostrils worked as short, gasping breaths were torn from him. Standing, Kingsley murmured a short spell which set the cane to rocking back and forth in a nearly violent manner, jolting Lucius' body with every movement.

Kingsley walked around Lucius until he could stare him in the face, watching the muscles at the corners of Lucius' eyes flinch with every thrust of the cane. When a particularly brutal movement of the cane made Lucius scream behind his gag, Kingsley's gaze dropped, his expression pensive.

A short bark of disbelieving laughter burst from Kingsley less than a heartbeat later. "I had no idea, Malfoy. Really. You should have said. I wouldn't have spent so long on the foreplay."

Lucius' eyes squeezed shut in defeat even as his body was wracked with the first tremors of orgasm.

TWO YEARS LATER...

"The Minister is ready to see Mr Malfoy."

The waiting Aurors each grabbed one of the prisoner's arms, pulling him to his feet. The sound of a throat being cleared stopped them and they looked up to see the new Minister standing in the doorway of his office.

"Thank you, gentlemen, but I believe I can handle Mr Malfoy."

No one noticed the shiver that gripped Lucius Malfoy when the Minister reached behind his door and pulled out a familiar cane...