|sweetmelodykiss (sweetmelodykiss) wrote in kingsleyfiction,|
@ 2008-09-25 19:47:00
|Entry tags:||author: sweetmelodykiss, pairing: kingsley/lucius, rating: nc17|
Ficlet: No Regrets
This is a Kingsley/Lucius ficlet that I wrote quite a while ago.
Title: No Regrets
Summary: The new Minister of Magic has a pardon for Lucius and possibly something more. Post DH.
Word Count: 1900
Disclaimer: I do not own them. All are owned by JKR.
"What happened to your face, Mr. Malfoy?"
"Minister Shacklebolt, how good of you to come and visit me in Azkaban."
"You didn’t answer my question. What happened to your face?"
"Well, you see that guard, the one with the cauliflower ear, he didn’t think I moved fast enough when he told me to. At any rate, it’s quite a nice shiner, don’t you think?"
"I’m sorry that happened. I can assure you that the guard will be severely reprimanded."
"Don’t go to any trouble on my account. I no longer have any status. The ministry has confiscated all of my money and property. My wife has left me and my son won’t speak to me since he moved in with that redheaded nitwit Ginevra Weasley. A black eye is really quite inconsequential."
"Never the less, the guard will be dealt with."
"Thank you, Minister, but I do not think that’s why you came here. Is that a pistol in your pocket, or are you just glad to see me?" Lucius asked as he sneered lasciviously at the flustered Minister.
"You really are insufferable, but you are also correct." Kingsley pulled a scroll from his pocket and handed it to Lucius. "This, Malfoy, is your pardon. If you would be so kind as to stand up, I will apparate you back to Malfoy Manor."
"What? I thought the ministry took Malfoy Manor?"
"It has been returned to you along with half of your fortune. The other half went to the Hogwarts restoration fund. I’m sure you don’t mind it going for a worthy cause?"
"Um, I suppose not, that seems very reasonable. I'm surprised they didn't take it all."
"Yes, I thought you’d agree. Shall we go now? I’m sure you're anxious to get out of this place."
"Quite anxious, indeed."
Kingsley put his arm around Malfoy's waist and side-along apparated them to the front door of Malfoy Manor. The place had seen better days and Lucius figured the other half of his fortune would go to making repairs. He stared at the front door hanging off its hinges and sighed.
"It's a bit of a mess. May I have my wand?"
"I'm sorry, but you are on probation for the next five years. That means, no wand for you."
"Blast it, how am I going to make repairs? I can't stay here with the house in this condition."
"I'll fix the front door for you. If you'd like, I'll go in with you and repair the worst of it. At least, I can make it habitable until you can hire a contractor."
"All right, I guess that will be helpful."
"Fine then, let's get started. After you, Malfoy," Kingsley said waving his hand for Lucius to go first.
They entered the house with Kingsley clearing debris as they went. Most of the house was intact, but the furniture and antiques looked battered beyond recognition. Kingsley repaired the grand staircase and they ascended cautiously.
Malfoy's gasp of dismay was audible as they entered the master bedroom. His four-poster bed littered the floor like kindling and the once white linens were tattered and strewn about the room like death shrouds. The first wave of tears began to fill Lucius' eyes and that was a bit more than Kingsley could take. So, with one wave of his wand and a significant amount of energy expended, Kingsley put the room to rights, pulling another gasp from Lucius Malfoy.
For the first time that day, Kingsley thought he saw an honest to goodness look of gratitude on Malfoy's face. It didn't last long though, as soon as he got a good look at the master bathroom, his eyes filled with despair again. Italian marble lay in huge chunks across the floor and inside the walk-in closet, his clothes lay burned to ashes. "I have nothing to wear, " Lucius said flatly. All the fight seemed to have left the once *larger than life* Lucius Malfoy.
Kingsley was running out of energy, but he simply couldn't leave Malfoy like this. It would eat away at his conscience if he left the man in this state. Once again, Kingsley waved his wand and repaired the bathroom, cleaning it until it sparkled. He turned on the tub facets with his wand, magically running a bath for the dishevelled, dirty Pureblood.
"Get into the bath, Mr. Malfoy. I'll go and see if I can transfigure you something to wear."
Lucius watched the Minister of Magic leave before hastily stripping out of his filthy prison attire. He climbed into the tub and sighed as the hot water enveloped him. He washed the grime and sweat from his body and hair. Sinking into the warm depths of the water, he closed his eyes and let his mind drift away.
Lucius startled as he felt a hand grabbing his shoulder and jerking him upright. A wave of panic ran through him and his first thought was that the ugly guard in Azkaban was manhandling him again. "Mr. Malfoy, stop struggling. You almost drowned yourself. Wake up."
Lucius spit water out of his mouth and looked around. He was home in his own bathroom and the Minister of Magic was staring down at him. Something white and fluffy appeared before his eyes and he blinked once before realizing it was just a towel.
"Ah, thank you. Sorry about that, I must've dozed off. I haven't been this comfortable in a long time."
That's understandable. There's a clean robe for you hanging on the door. I'll wait in the bedroom until you're… uh… decent."
"How very gallant," Lucius smirked as Shacklebolt exited the bathroom.
The man was such an enigma. Lucius had never been able to figure him out and he very much wanted to know what made Kingsley Shacklebolt tick. He was so dark and mysterious, so overflowing with quiet power that Lucius' cock actually gave an interested twitch. Lucius thought, 'Well, that hasn't happened in a long while.'
Lucius donned the clean robe and entered the bedroom. Shacklebolt was standing by the window, looking out over the grounds. He turned when Lucius came in and flushed as Malfoy dropped the robe on the floor. "Like what you see, Minister?"
Kingsley eyes told the entire story, dark orbs smouldered with barely restrained desire and his cock jumped inside his tight trousers. Lucius smiled wickedly. "That newly reassembled bed looks quite comfortable. You must be tired after all your exertion. Won't you join me, Minister?"
Kingsley wanted to object, wanted to say no, wanted to run for the door, but his eyes were riveted on the pale skin and jutting cock of Lucius Malfoy. His feet moved with a mind of their own toward the naked man, now lying seductively in the middle of the large bed.
Long, chocolate fingers stroked the silky porcelain skin and his fingertips spun in lazy circles around hardened nipples. Lucius' breath hitched in his throat as full lips descended upon his own hungry lips. Kingsley kissed the same way he did everything, expertly and passionately. He left no corner of Lucius' mouth unexplored. When they broke for air, Lucius was dizzy with the effort. Lights danced before his eyes as Kingsley pressed his body against Lucius', frotting in a sensual rhythm that grew more maddening with each undulation.
"Please," Lucius begged, for what he knew not, but Kingsley knew and he acquiesced to Lucius' quiet plea. He waved his wand and banished his clothes quickly. The first sight of a naked Shacklebolt was nothing short of awe-inspiring.
Lucius eyes glazed with passion as Kingsley moved between his legs and stroked his heavy sack gently. The light touch was infuriatingly erotic. The touch to his hole, equally infuriating and so damned intense, Lucius thought he might actually come from just those gentle ghosts of fingers across his oversensitive skin.
A sharp bite to his neck drew Lucius from his lust induced haze and he cried out in pleasure. Another bite to his nipple had his hips bucking uncontrollably, desperately searching for friction. A strong hand on his thigh held him down while Kingsley cast the lubrication and stretching spell.
"Oh, yes…" Lucius moaned as Kingsley inserted a finger and wiggled it around. "More, please."
"If you insist," Kingsley chuckled as he inserted two fingers and then three. The intense feeling seemed to go on forever until Lucius was out of his mind with need. "Can't wait anymore, now… I want…"
"Yes," Kingsley growled and pulled his fingers out and replaced them with the blunt head of his thick cock. He plunged inside Lucius' tight arse, not stopping until his cock was fully sheathed.
"Bloody hell and damn… Oh, that feels so good, Kingsley. Fuck me, fuck me hard--now!"
Kingsley started to move inside Lucius, slow at first, but steadily gaining momentum as he lost himself in the feel of the gorgeous man beneath him. He'd never been able to admit to himself how attracted he'd always been to Lucius Malfoy, until the moment he began fucking him with abandon.
Lucius raised his arse to meet Kingsley as he slammed into him again and again until they both succumbed to the inevitable. Lucius came first when Kingsley wrapped his big hand around his cock and stroked him in time with his thrusts. Lucius went still and shuddered in Kingsley's hand, spilling his essence over his chest, stomach and Kingsley's fingers.
"Yes, oh God, yes, that's brilliant!" Lucius cried.
With Lucius' arse closing in around his prick, Kingsley grunted once and came hard inside the tightness that surrounded him. "Fuck!"
Kingsley's eyes rolled back in his head, but he kept enough presence of mind not to collapse on top of the frailer man. Instead, he levered up on his arms and rolled harmlessly to Lucius' side as he gasped for breath.
Silence filled the room like a tomb and Lucius could almost hear Kingsley's thoughts. He didn't dare look at the man as he asked, "Regretting it already, Minister?"
Kingsley turned to look at the man beside him as he carefully crafted his answer. "It's not regret exactly, more like guilt for taking advantage of you in your weakened state."
Lucius snorted, "I think you have that backwards, Kingsley. It was I who took advantage of you in your weakened state."
Kingsley laughed, "So you did, Lucius, so you did. I must say, you succeeded in wearing me out quite thoroughly."
"I guess that means you won't be coming back to assist me with the repairs to Malfoy Manor?"
"Is that an open invitation?" Kingsley asked smiling.
"Well, if the devil you know comes calling, do give him my number!"
Kingsley grinned, "You really are insufferable, but I suppose I can't leave you alone here to your own devices. I know you'd find a way to get yourself into trouble."
"You're probably right. So, you have no regrets then?"
With a soft kiss to Lucius' lips Kingsley whispered, "No regrets."
"Good. In that case, I won't have to hire a contractor."