[FIC] Oh Dear, We Are In Trouble!: Filch/Lucius :: gift for [Bad username: herbailiwick"] Title: Oh Dear, We Are In Trouble! Author: Recipient:herbailiwick Pairing: Filch/Lucius (main); others implied Rating: NC-17 Word Count: 1,173 Warnings: Dub-con, explicit m/m slash, mild bondage, toys, orgasm denial Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended. Summary: Filch catches Lucius doing something very, very wrong – and demands a high price for his silence! But Lucius is more willing than he’d like to admit… Author's Notes: Herbailiwick, although this isn’t one of the pairings you originally listed, you said in your comments that Filch/Lucius is one of the “extra” pairings you like – I have always wanted to try writing it so I hope this fic is acceptable for your requirements! Also I did try to get quite a few of your kinks in here although I wasn’t able to write every one, of course! Many thanks to my beta, who wishes to remain anonymous.
The place was deplorable, really – a cheap little hotel with tacky décor in pink, red and white, attempting to look like one of those Muggle “honeymoon suites” perhaps, with cliched hints at “romance”. Lucius sniffed disdainfully as he took off his cloak and laid aside his cane, looking around him with what he hoped was a suitable air of aristocratic distaste. He would never have chosen to come here with his wife, or any of his lovers. No, this dreadful room with its fake velvet curtains and poor imitations of Persian rugs was his companion’s idea, and Lucius had only agreed to it because it was probably the most discreet option for this unsavoury tryst.
Naturally, the other was just his temporary companion for the night, Lucius told himself firmly… the man was hardly worthy to be one of his regular paramours. Lucius would not be here with him at all if it hadn’t been for a very unpleasant situation indeed. Shuddering, Lucius recalled the other man’s voice and how nasty it had sounded when cackling at that fateful moment… “Oh dear, Mr Malfoy… we are in trouble, aren’t we?”
If it were not for Lucius’ overweening vanity, he would have seriously considered shearing off his long, flowing white-blonde hair at the very moment he heard those chilling words. It had been a glimpse of that hair that had betrayed him at the incident after the Quidditch World Cup as he made what he thought was a tidy little escape, shedding and hiding his Death Eater mask and robes. Nobody else had been around, Lucius had assumed, or noticed a blasted thing - except for the cunning and observant Argus Filch.
That hideous, ill-natured Squib didn’t care about Lucius being a Death Eater, not really… but he was twisted enough to employ a little blackmail, using Lucius’ awkward predicament to get what he wanted. And what he wanted was Lucius, of course. Filch had always had an eye for beauty – male or female – and usually longed for the ones who would never even condescend to acknowledge a piece of filth like him in the normal course of events. Lucius tried to convince himself over and over that it was only because he was being coerced that he was agreeing to sleep with Filch – but deep down the prospect of submitting to the old freak’s caresses stirred some kind of strange excitement. Someone like Filch was bound to be perverted as all hell, and Lucius often liked to sample the more depraved side of sexual pleasure. If Lucius could enjoy the bizarre and often violent acts of lust that Walden Macnair could devise, then Filch should be able to satisfy any stray dark fantasies still lurking in Lucius’ imagination.
Curious and slightly aroused though he was by now, Lucius still took his time disrobing in that horrid hotel bedroom. He wasn’t going to show himself eager to strip before a mere Squib. With his nose firmly in the air, Lucius slowly began to remove each part of his clothing and would even have folded each of his garments carefully and laid them one by one on a chair if it wasn’t for the clutch of a bony hand on his arm and a furious snarl from Filch.
“Get on with it, Malfoy – I haven’t got all bloody year to wait,” the Squib growled. “Or would you rather be stripping for the Aurors now, Mr Dark Wizard?” Lucius quickened his pace a bit after that, though he did feel himself getting harder at the thought. Some of the male Aurors were quite good-looking – that Shacklebolt fellow, for example. And maybe it would soon be time to pay Alastor Moody another visit. That old man was even more of a pervert than Filch seemed to be…
Naked at last, Lucius felt himself being pushed roughly onto the bed, and his hands were swiftly fastened to the bedposts. There wasn’t the smoothness of magical binding, as of course Filch couldn’t use magic for sex or anything else, but the old rogue seemed to know what he was doing with those cuffs, and the faux-fur lining made them comfortable. A black blindfold with elastic at the back was slipped over Lucius’ eyes, which was a relief. He wanted to feel the sensations that Filch could provide, but wasn’t too enthusiastic about having to look at him unclothed. He could hear Filch quickly undressing, and couldn’t supress a shiver.
“Spread your legs,” the Squib ordered, and Lucius found himself reflexively obeying, raising his legs up and pulling them back, exposing his entrance. He gasped as he felt lubricated fingers pushing into him and stretching him, then cried out as something massive was roughly thrust in. It wasn’t Filch’s cock, but something far too large to be human, even bigger than Macnair’s prick, which was the largest he’d ever seen – only a giant’s could outdo it for size... He groaned as the object was pushed deeper within him, filling him completely and making him burn with a delicious pain. It brushed against that spot inside him that made him tremble and melt and need more – his hardness throbbed and he ached for release.
“Don’t you dare come till I say you can,” Filch hissed as he rammed the toy deep inside Lucius’ arse. “If you come now, I’ll leave you tied up here for the chambermaids to find – and spread rumours about, you snooty, stuck-up git!”
So Lucius gritted his teeth and struggled not to orgasm, though his need made him tense his body and almost beg aloud. Only pride held him back from screaming out the Squib’s name, entreating him to let Lucius come. Filch must have seen the strain on Lucius’ face and known that he was close to breaking point, for he pulled the toy out roughly and thrust his own cock into Lucius, fucking him fast and hard. Filch’s prick was much smaller than the implement that had almost torn Lucius apart, but it felt good nonetheless. And Filch must have been as aching and needy as Lucius, if not more so, for it didn’t take long for him to moan and twitch and spill himself inside the tightness of Lucius’ arse.
“Come now, I’ve finished with you,” Lucius heard Filch sneer, and at long last Lucius was able to give himself up to the ecstasy of climax.
There was no kissing or fondling afterwards, of course, since they weren’t really lovers, and Filch was frustratingly slow about un-cuffing Lucius, perhaps in revenge for Lucius’ painstaking strip-tease. Still, Lucius thought to himself as he rubbed his wrists, more for effect than anything else, he wouldn’t mind repeating the experience with Filch. The man was satisfying enough in bed… but next time, Lucius was going to choose where they met for their pleasures. And Lucius was going to provide some toys of his own – he had a nasty suspicion that whatever Filch had used was Muggle in origin! Lucius still had a few standards left, after all.