Title: A Picture Worth a Thousand Words
Author: eeyore9990
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Bellatrix/Rodolphus/Rabastan, surprise
Word count: Exactly 1000
Kinks: Voyeurism, blowjobs, fingering, biting, piercing, self-gratification, family fun, and… DEATH EATERS HAVING SEX!!! Woohoo!! (written for January 2007 kinks)
Warnings: Written in the second person (and if you were looking for stuff like sexual warnings here, what are you doing in this comm???????)
A/N: Based on the fabulous art by sh4rds, In the Family.
Acknowledgements: A special thanks to sh4rds for allowing me to abuse her artwork for my own amusement, to alisanne for listening to me angst over this and providing a nudge when necessary, and for the fabulous mods of daily_deviant for being so understanding and allowing me to post well beyond my post date.

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The picture the three people make is worth far more than the standard one thousand words, but you wouldn’t know because it leaves you absolutely speechless. They are not simply beautiful together, but awe-inspiring.

Bellatrix has never been a soft woman. “Domineering” is the word you have always associated with her, and you most often say it with a sneer. You like your women to know their place, and she’s never been one to sit quietly while there are Muggles to be tortured.

If you had to say what you would have expected her to be like in this situation, you’d certainly have said that she’d be in the middle, directing the men around her, issuing orders in her sharp voice. Instead, what you see is enough to make your view of her shift slightly.

She is leaning in toward Rodolphus, heavy lids lowered over her cold eyes, lips parted on a feminine sigh of pleasure. The marks of her passion decorate his chest, and as you watch, she presses against him, parted lips sucking small kisses into his back. The fingernails of her left hand rake through Rodolphus’ pubic hair; narrowly missing Rabastan’s lips as they slide all the way down Rodolphus’ cock; taking every inch without pause.

Rodolphus reaches back then with a smirk, two fingers sliding casually, almost thoughtlessly between Bellatrix’ thighs, drawing a small, nearly helpless noise from her that startles you all over again. That is certainly not a noise you would have ever expected to hear from her, and just the sound of it makes the blood thrum through your veins a bit faster. The fact that Rodolphus can bring it from her with such seemingly little effort makes you look at him with slightly more respect than you’ve ever shown him.

Rodolphus himself is a surprise, as well. He is certainly far more fit than you would have expected, given the way his robes seem to swallow him. A good tailor would have made sure to use a lighter material, so that it draped along his muscular body to better effect. The glint of metal here and there shows that he has several piercings decorating his body, but the one that beguiles you most is the one that seems to highlight his nipple.

It pushes the small bit of darkened flesh out from his chest, a small, delectable presentation on a silver platter, so to speak. You find yourself running the tip of your tongue over your lower lip as you stare, mesmerised. You want to taste it, this treat that looks so proud to belong to its owner. Instead, a small grunt pulls your focus up, and you see Rodolphus’ lips moving as he whispers… encouragement?... to Rabastan.

You shift forward slightly, wanting to know what it is he says at moments like this, but catch yourself before you take that first step. You don’t want to draw their attention toward you because you don’t want them to stop. You don’t ever want them to stop. You have learned something about yourself in these stolen moments.

You like to watch.

But of all you’ve experienced in these last few moments, nothing is more shocking to you than your reaction to seeing Rabastan. His mouth, spread so wide, lips stretched thin and glistening with saliva, makes your cock pulse with need. You watch his throat work desperately and find yourself swallowing along with him. The look of bliss on his face belies the pain you know he had to have experienced at some point this evening, judging by the vivid teeth marks decorating the skin of his shoulder and chest.

Your breathing becomes ragged then when, your gaze following the lines of his body, you see Rabastan’s cock. It is flushed a deep red and you can count his heartbeats in the way it throbs just so. The head is shiny and as you watch, entranced, he drops one hand from Rodolphus’ thigh and smoothes just the palm over the very tip, rubbing small circles before raising the hand up and offering it to his brother.

As your eyes follow the hand, you realise that your hand is pressing against the ache of your own erection. A shallow sigh escapes you as you release the fastenings of your trousers and let the full length of your own cock fill your hand. You begin to slowly stroke yourself, keeping your strokes light, more to tease yourself than to find satisfaction.

The spectacle in front of you captures your whole attention as Rodolphus grabs Rabastan’s wrist, pulling the hand to his mouth so that he can lick at the come-slick skin. Your mouth is open now, allowing your harsh breathing to escape without drawing the attention of anyone in the room. You refuse to acknowledge, even to yourself, that you might just be longing for a taste of what Rabastan has to offer.

You shift again, and that is when Bellatrix sees you.

Her lips curve up in a wicked little smile and the tip of her tongue traces lightly across the blade of Rodolphus’ shoulder. When she reaches the point where shoulder and neck join, her mouth opens wide, showing bright white teeth just before she sinks them into his skin. Your gasp is drowned out by the sound of Rodolphus’ groan as he throws his head back and comes in Rabastan’s mouth.

Rabastan swallows several times before releasing Rodolphus; then, without pause, he inches forward and you see his mouth open, the long, pink tongue coming out to lick delicately at Bellatrix. Your grip tightens around your cock then, sliding up and down so fast you know it would be a blur if you could wrench your gaze from Bellatrix’ long enough to look.

When her eyes flutter closed on another of those surprisingly soft noises, you can no longer hold back. As your come pulses onto the floor, a harsh laugh echoes in your ears.

“So glad we could entertain you, Lucius.”