Title: Interrogation Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Lucius/Percy Disclaimer: I don't own any of this, and I'm not making any money off this story, either. JKR and her publishers own it all. Summary: Weasleys really shouldn't walk through Diagon Alley at night. You never know what you'll find. Set between Goblet of Fire and Order of the Phoenix. Warnings: Dubious consent, first-time, dirty talk Author's Note: I've never written this pairing before. I hope you like it, Iamisaac. Cheers! :)
"He who is prudent and lies in wait for an enemy who is not, will be victorious." --Sun Tzu, The Art of War ~~*~~
Walking through Diagon Alley late at night can be a lonely, intimidating experience, Percy thought. Still, he'd had no choice. He'd worked late at the Ministry, his new position as an assistant to Minister Fudge keeping him in the office longer, and with a heavier workload. He was still getting used to his new duties and had spent the evening moving into his new offices before finally leaving to pick up some new quills and parchment as well as new work robes at Madam Malkin's. His errands had kept him out later than usual, and Percy was tired, but relieved that he would be home soon.
Pushing himself to walk faster, Percy stiffened his shoulders, determined to get to the Leaky Cauldron quickly and Floo home. Apparation would be too dangerous in his exhaustion, so Floo was the safest way to travel. He could see the Leaky Cauldron up ahead, and lengthened his stride, ready for this day to finally end.
As he passed a darkened alcove near Knockturn Alley, he suddenly felt a presence and almost immediately felt himself grabbed from behind, his arms pinned behind his back by another, stronger pair of arms. Before he had time to speak or even think, his assailant shifted position so Percy was in an inescapable arm lock, his face pinned up against the nearby brick wall.
"Don't struggle and do as you're told and you'll live," hissed his attacker. It was a smooth, mildly aristocratic voice, and was distinctly male. "You do want to live, don't you, Weasley?"
Percy's mind struggled to place the voice of the wizard pinning him against the wall. It was clearly a man, and one who not only knew him, but also seemed to dislike him due to his name. Only one wizard immediately matched that description.
Lucius was a very wealthy, powerful wizard and was rumored to be one of Voldemort's Death Eaters, though the Ministry had pardoned him of any wrongdoing many years before. Malfoy had a well-known hatred of Muggles and non-pureblood wizards, but reserved a special contempt for Percy and his family, whom the elder wizard saw as blood traitors for their tolerance of non-purebloods. An extremely manipulative, dangerous man, Lucius had the power and status to get what he wanted, and Percy knew that Lucius would not hesitate to harm him or otherwise humiliate him. His blood ran cold.
As Percy stood there considering his options he felt the Death Eater pull away, but he dared not move lest he end up on the receiving end of a well-placed Killing Curse. His mind was racing, trying to find a way out, but Lucius was faster, casting a series of spells that provided a magical perimeter around them, trapping the younger wizard with the older man.
Pulled further into the narrow alcove, Percy found himself forcefully turned around and thrown up against the wall, pain spiking up his spine as he hit the rough brick. Another incantation was cast, and he saw the contempt in Lucius' eyes as the blond man faced him.
Steeling himself and pouring as much courage as he could into his voice, he said, "You won't get away with this, Malfoy. The Minister will not tolerate his assistant being harmed," Percy continued. "It would be in your best interest to let me go."
"You are in no position to tell me anything about my interests, Weasley," sneered Lucius as he advanced on Percy. "And the Minister will tolerate whatever I allow him to," he continued. "You can't possibly believe that you would have more influence on Fudge than I do."
"What is it that you want from me?" asked Percy as he looked at Lucius. Dressed in his usual tailored black silk robes, the older man had an aristocrat's grace, and carried himself as a man who knew what he wanted and when. The most striking part of his look was the ornate walking stick he was known for. The silver snake head with emerald eyes showcased Malfoy's status as a Slytherin, and could easily double as a weapon. Percy took note of that and decided to hear out the older wizard.
"Only to gain some information," replied the blonde wizard. "And you're just the wizard to give it to me."
"Now," said Lucius, "before I get started with you, I need to get a minor detail out of the way," he continued. Reaching into Percy's robes, the Death Eater pulled out the wand that had been with the Gryffindor wizard since his eleventh birthday. Eyeing it carefully, Lucius turned an amused gaze on the younger man.
"No!"cried Percy. "My wand…"
An innocent look crossed Malfoy's face as he glanced back at Percy. "Oh, don't worry, Weasley. I've no intention of breaking your wand. You'll need it again someday. But you also don't need it now. " Lucius idly tossed the wand into the farthest corner in the alcove, and then turned back to his prey.
Fixing his gaze on Percy, Lucius absently tapped his chin as he asked, "Now…what should I do next? Ah," he nodded, "I believe I know just what to do with you."
"What would that be?" sneered Percy. "Kill me? Cut me open and have me bleed in front of you?"
Shaking his head, Lucius replied, "Killing you would ruin my plans, and I've no desire to soil my robes with your traitorous blood. I think I'll start with this instead," he smiled, pointing his wand at Percy. "Crucio!"
The pain hit like a thousand small knives piercing his flesh, and Percy screamed, his body collapsing to the concrete floor. Every second of the curse was torturous as he twitched and convulsed, his muscles no longer his own to control, and he wondered just how long Lucius would keep the curse going.
Then, it all went dark.
For his part, Lucius watched as Percy twisted and turned under the Cruciatus, and as the redheaded wizard suffered, the blond man felt a small twinge of desire shoot up his spine. Seeing one of Arthur Weasley's children at his mercy and in a position of vulnerability gave Lucius an idea for how to better achieve his goals, and in a way that would give him a small bit of revenge against that traitorous bastard Arthur. He'd never recovered from the humiliation of being bested in Flourish & Blotts, and suddenly, here was an opportunity to advance the Dark Lord's plans and have a secret bit of revenge on the man who'd shamed him.
His marriage to Narcissa was solid, and he was truly devoted to his wife and son, but this…this was delicious. Just the possibility of taking something of Weasley's sent shivers coursing through his body. He was truly alive in a way he'd not felt for years.
He'd attacked without a clear plan, but suddenly, Lucius knew exactly what his next course of action would be.
Everything hurts, Percy thought as he finally began to stir. Groaning, he opened his eyes, only to find himself staring up at a dingy, cracked ceiling. Groggy, disoriented and with no clue as to his situation, Percy shook his head to try and dispel his dizziness. He found it only made his head hurt even more. Attempting to sit up wasn't an option, as every muscle in his body still ached from the Cruciatus curse, so he stayed still and tried to remember all he'd gone through.
The last thing he remembered was being cursed in a dark alcove with Lucius. So why did he feel a mattress under his back, and a pillow beneath his head? Before he could ponder that too deeply, the door opened, and the blond Death Eater walked back in.
"Ah. So you're awake again?" Lucius asked. "Pity. I rather liked you unconscious. It would spare me your voice."
"Wh-where…where am I?" Percy asked.
"We are in a small, abandoned inn in Knockturn Alley," answered the Death Eater. "The alcove no longer suited my needs. I am many things, but a Philistine is not one of them. I prefer comfort when dealing with my… affairs."
Affairs? Is that what Death Eaters call kidnapping and imprisonment? Percy didn't say that out loud, lest he anger the older man. Instead, he lay there silently, watching the older wizard cross the room and sit on the edge of the bed.
"No doubt you are wondering why I brought you here. It is quite simple, Weasley," explained Lucius. "I am going to get the information I need, and entertain myself in the process."
Before he could ask what that meant, Lucius pointed his wand at Percy once more, saying "Imperio."
The younger wizard's eyes glazed over slightly, and Lucius leaned over the supine body on the bed, his fingers tracing across Percy's jawline.
"You want to help me, don't you, Percy?" he asked, his voice silky. "You know I'm only doing what's right for the wizarding world."
Leaning into the blond man's touch, Percy replied, "Y-yes…I will help you."
"Good boy," slurred Lucius. "You know how important order is for our world, " Lucius said as he climbed on top of the Gryffindor's body. "All I want to do is restore that," he lied, grasping the slim hips below his tightly and grinding his erection against Percy's cock, earning a soft groan from the younger man.
"So… good…." moaned Percy as his head rolled back, his eyes closed. Lucius could feel the redheaded wizard starting to become aroused, the length under his own starting to harden. This had potential, he thought, but first, he wanted something more.
Pulling back, the Death Eater stopped moving his hips, and Percy looked at him in surprise. Lucius rolled off of Percy and lay down on the bed beside the younger man. Grabbing his collar and claiming a hard kiss, Malfoy took one of the Gryffindor's hands and placed it over his erection. Breaking the kiss, he looked Percy in the eye and said, "Suck my cock, boy."
Nervously, Percy replied, "But..I've never," and the older wizard cut him off.
"You're a resourceful boy, Weasley. I'm sure you can figure out how it works."
Turning towards his goal, Percy removed the older man's black silk trousers, his expression dazed. He then removed the rest of Lucius' clothing, exposing the creamy flesh and hard cock concealed by the soft, tailored material that the wealthy man favored. Reaching out and touching the rigid length, Percy lightly traced his fingernails down the shaft and teased the vein on the underside, drawing a shiver and a moan from the Death Eater.
Percy leaned forward; flicking the tip of his tongue into the slit at the tip as he stroked Lucius with an awkward touch. "I…I am not sure what to do," he admitted.
Lucius brought a hand up and laced his fingers into Percy's red curls. "Then I suppose it falls to me to teach you," he leered, thrusting his hips forward, his cock going into Percy's mouth.
Starting with a steady, easy rhythm the blond man moaned at the sight of his shaft passing through Weasley's lips. Over and over he watched himself sink into the mouth that belonged to the son of his hated rival, and he felt his erection becoming stronger.
"Yes, that's it, Weasley. Suck that cock like the poor little sycophant you are," he sighed. "You're enjoying the taste of a powerful man such as myself, aren't you?" He groaned, his hips circling and bucking into Percy's mouth. He thrust a few more times, then pulled back, opting to stop, lest he climax too soon.
Looking at the younger wizard's flushed face and slightly swollen, pretty mouth, Lucius decided it was time to take things with Percy to the next level.
"Ah, my little Weasley play toy, what should I do next?" Lucius asked rhetorically. "I think I will show you who your superior really is," he slurred. "Yes," he decided, "it is time to remind you that you exist to serve wizards like me," he said as he removed Percy's clothing.
Taking Percy's slender cock in hand, Lucius began a firm rhythm, stroking the younger man's erection, one hand working its way lower, cupping his sac gently and massaging it lightly, the younger wizard's breath catching in his throat at the act.
Deciding he was through waiting, Lucius shifted his attention from Percy, and stood up, crossing the room to grab his wand once more. Kneeling on the bed once more, he turned Percy over and told him, "Get up on all fours, Weasley."
The younger wizard obeyed, the Imperius curse that Malfoy had placed still firmly in control.
An amused glance at the redhead wizard on the bed, and Lucius teased, "Look at you, my dear Weasley. Naked and hard just for me, and no doubt begging for me to fuck you." Taking his wand in hand, Lucius cast a lubrication spell, causing Percy to yelp at the feeling. Sliding one finger, then two into the Gryffindor's entrance, Lucius casually prepared the younger man for what was about to happen.
Moaning at the Death Eater's touch, Percy simply moved in rhythm with the older wizard's hand, feeling Lucius' fingers teasing something inside of him that sent shivers up his spine. He'd never felt anything like it before, but he couldn't speak apart from the sounds of pleasure escaping his lips. "Such a wanton boy," teased Lucius. "You want to be taken, don't you Weasley? You're more than ready for me, aren't you? It's what you want."
"Yes!" cried Percy. "Please…please take me," he pleaded, arching his back into the touch of the older wizard's hand, his tight ring of muscle clenching around Lucius' fingers as he moaned in anticipation.
Finally reaching the limits of his patience, Lucius quickly finished working on Percy, then used the remaining lubricant on his fingers to slick up his own erection. Kneeling and positioning himself, he pushed forward, sheathing himself in the tight heat of the Gryffindor wizard. For his part, Percy had braced himself for the intrusion, but couldn't bite back another keening moan as he felt the blunt, thick hardness of Lucius Malfoy as it entered him.
"Oh, gods…" he breathed, and he and Lucius both stilled, the older wizard allowing for Percy's body to adjust to the sensation of being filled. Slowly, the Death Eater pulled out slightly, and thrust back in, his stroke grazing the younger man's prostate. A white light flashed behind Percy's eyes and his arms buckled in response to the sensation, the young man falling forward and pressing his face into the pillow below him. "Yes….please, Lucius. Please…" he begged.
Leaning forward, Lucius kissed a small trail down Percy's neck. His sibilant voice broke the silence. "That's it, my useful little whore. Beg for me. I want to hear it. I want to hear you ask for this as I fuck you."
Grasping Percy's hips firmly, Lucius leaned back and began a hard, fast rhythm into the younger man's body, hitting that little secret spot on every stroke, Percy gasping and whimpering, begging Lucius for more. Thrusting back to meet Malfoy's movements, the two wizards quickly felt their climaxes approaching as they fucked.
Growling intently as he felt his impending release, Lucius leaned forward again as he continued his rhythm. In a deeper, passion-hued voice, he spoke. " You're enjoying this, aren't you, Weasley? Say it. Tell me this is what you want. I want to hear it," he grunted, his thrusts increasing in intensity.
His body on sensory overload, Percy could barely form the words. "Yes! Yes. I'm enjoying this. Yes, I want it. Please, fuck me. Let me come. I'm begging you."
Upon hearing the last sentence, something snapped in Lucius and he growled deeply once more, driving even harder into the body he was fucking. When he reached around to grasp Percy's straining cock, that was all it took, and the younger man reached his climax. A keening cry, and the Gryffindor screamed incoherently as his seed shot out over Lucius' hand, and on to the bed. A few more powerful thrusts, and the Death Eater followed suit, hissing out Percy's name and holding on to both of the younger man's hips as he released himself into that tight body.
After a few moments of insensibility, Lucius pulled out of the younger man, who then rolled over onto his back, his spent body now trying to recover.
Looking Percy in the eye, the Death Eater said, "Now…about the information I require…"
It had been all too easy. And enjoyable, Lucius thought as he walked through Knockturn Alley to the nearest Apparition point.
Not only had he humiliated and used one of Arthur Weasley's own children for his purposes, but he now knew where the Prophecy concerning the Dark Lord was housed. The only challenge that remained was getting his hands on it, but that would be simple enough with his mastery of the Imperius curse. All he needed now was a Ministry employee that worked in the Department, and he would have them claim it for him. It would be a simple task.
Once that was done, and once he handed the Prophecy over to Voldemort, his mistake of losing the diary would be forgiven. He would reclaim his status in the Dark Lord's eyes.
The best part of all? He now had a secret memory of how he obtained the information. He couldn't risk Weasley remembering any of what had happened, so he'd cleaned up and Obliviated the boy after he had got the answers he needed. Convinced the idiot child that he'd mistakenly wandered into Knockturn Alley, and that Lucius had saved him from one of the more…unsavory wizards in the area.
Weasley had been grateful, then picked up his things, nearly running to the Leaky Cauldron, saying something about getting home to rest before work. New duties with the Minister, you know. Have to be up early and at work on time, the toady little brat firmly believing that he had a position of power in the Ministry now.
As he had watched Percy leave, however, Lucius smiled to himself. He knew the truth, and he now had something on Arthur, even if the bastard never found out about it. Leering at his memories of the evening, Lucius apparated away. His next moves were already in the planning stages. All he needed now was a name, and it would all fall into place.