auntbijou (auntbijou) wrote in hp_roughside, @ 2008-10-20 11:01:00 |
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A Twist Betwixt
Title: A Twist Betwixt
Author: auntbijou
Category: one-shot/angst
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: LM/?/DM
Disclaimer: It’s not mine, it’s the lovely J.K. Rowling’s. I just like to play with them and leave them with their hair mussed, their cheeks flushed, and looking vaguely disoriented.
Warning: Dub-con, slavery, anal, male-male, threesome, mind-games
Summary: Now that they have him trained up the way they like, the Malfoys may never give up their latest toy.
A/N: A birthday prezzie long ago for florida_minxie, and not incidentally betaed by her as well, since she got first reads at that time. I've pulled it out, dusted it off, and given it a few tweaks here and there.
His mouth was open, Draco’s hard cock sliding down his throat. His ass was open, Lucius thrusting himself home until he was seated, balls deep into him. This was what his life had become, a conduit between these two men, his body the medium they used as they stared into each other’s eyes, fucking each other through him.
Sweat slicked his body, their hands sliding over his skin as they moaned in tandem, grunting as they thrust into their slave, fingers twisting in his hair, twisting in his collar, pulling, tugging, and all he could do was submit. Draco’s erection sliding over his tongue, down his throat, and he could only look up into the blond’s face, see the grey eyes looking back down at him, the superior smirk twisting full lips. Lucius’ hands were on his hips, fingers digging in and leaving bruises as he was pounded.
“Such a perfect little whore,” Draco crooned as he thrust harder into the willing mouth. “Such a perfect whore now, what a good boy you are. So eager for cock now, aren’t you, cunt?”
He closed his eyes. Yes, that’s all he was now, a whore for the Malfoys. A collection of holes for them to stick their cocks in and fuck. They’d pounded that lesson into his head and body hard enough that first year. Three years he’d been their whore, and it didn’t look like he was ever going to be anything else. Not while he was theirs.
Lucius was grunting, his movements getting erratic. He was close to coming then. The whore waited for it, waited, knowing what was coming and felt the hand slide up from his hip, up his spine, felt another hand loosen from his tangled hair and move down between his shoulder blades, and then the two men were gripping hands on his back, both of them thrusting wildly now, both of them coming, filling him, and crying out, but the names they shouted were never his.
“Lucius!”
“Draco!”
They pulled out of him carelessly, as always, shoving him down in the bed to lie curled at their feet in a tangle of long limbs as they fell back in the pillows, panting, enjoying the afterglow, saying to themselves that they were merely enjoying their slave, and touching each other only because they were feeling good, not because they wanted each other.
Finally, they came down enough to notice him. A foot shoved at him. “Did it come?”
“No, Master,” he said softly.
“Show us, cunt.”
He unfolded himself from his huddled position at their feet and knelt, his knees apart, his erection hard and needy and thrusting up into the air. Long toes slid up his thigh to caress it, and he shuddered, forcing himself not to look into Lucius’ eyes. “Does it want to come?” he heard Lucius ask softly.
“Please, Master,” he begged, knowing this was what his masters wanted. “Please let this cunt come. Please, its been so very good, Masters, please, let it come, let this cunt come, please?” He actually had tears streaming down his face. It had been so long since he’d last been allowed release.
“I don’t know,” said Draco, his foot sliding under to press a beautifully manicured toe against the loosened hole. “You were a little slow to present yourself, almost like you didn’t want to be fucked…”
“Oh, Master, it loves to be fucked! It loves it when its masters fuck it, please, please, Masters, let this cunt come! Fuck it and let it come, Masters, please,” he begged, closing his eyes as Draco’s toe slipped into him. “Oh, gods, please, more, Master, more! Please…”
“Such an eager little whore,” said Draco, chuckling as he watched the desperate face. “Should we let it come, Father?”
Lucius smirked, watching the whore rock himself on his son’s foot. He leaned forward, catching the slave’s chin with his hand and turning the blue eyes up to his. Once they were staring at each other, he leaned forward, his mouth against the bee-stung lips and breathed, “Come.”
The whore’s reaction was immediate. His body arched and shuddered, he cried out, mouth opening wide, and he spurted hot white jets across Draco’s leg. Draco watched lazily, continuing to fuck the whore with his toe long after the cock had finished and wilted. “I think you need to clean my leg and my toe, whore,” he said quietly.
The whore bowed his head then got off Draco’s foot, applying an eager tongue to the leg presented to him, cleaning up his release, and then doing the same to Draco’s now messy big toe. When he was done, Lucius summoned a house elf. “Tizzy,” he said with a smile. “The whore has been very, very good today. Let it have a bath, and a meal. Then put it to bed.”
“Yes, Master Lucius,” the house elf said, and took the whore by the hand and they disappeared with a sharp crack.
Lucius smirked at his son as he turned to look at him. “Have you heard from dear Harry lately, Draco?”
Draco laughed. “Yes, as a matter of fact.”
“Do tell!”
“Yes. It seems he’s having to finally face the fact that his husband just isn’t coming back.” Draco’s eyes danced. “He thinks he’s either run away to hide in the Muggle world, unable to deal with the grief of losing his family, or he’s fled the country, never to return. He’s even entertained the possibility that Ron could be dead.”
Lucius snorted. “I am sure there are times when the cunt sincerely wishes he were!”
“Father, have I mentioned how absolutely brilliant a move that was, kidnapping Ron Weasley from under Harry Potter’s nose and keeping him here, turning him into our submissive?” Draco’s eyes gleamed with admiration.
“Yes, actually, you have, but I do love hearing it again, and again.” Lucius stood and reached for a dressing gown. “Funny that Potter has never thought of looking here, but then, that’s all to the good, isn’t it? After all, we both changed sides, we would never commit such a heinous act of treason.” He smirked. “Three years… I wonder how much longer we should keep him before we let him go?”
“Oh, five years, Father!” said Draco. “You see, in two more years, Potter will be in the process of having him declared legally dead. How amusing would it be to have Weasley turn up, not only alive, but so clearly broken, two days before the papers are signed?”
Lucius laughed. “You are truly my son. Five years, then! And of course, we shall make sure he can never tell anyone where he’s been.”
“Of course!”
Draco smiled, watching his father walk to the bathroom, wishing he could admire the long lean body, and sighed. Then he stretched and thought of the cunt they’d been enjoying together. Yes, life was good.