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Lucius Malfoy is practically royalty ([info]luciusmalfoi) wrote in [info]the_recruitment,
@ 2012-02-13 00:32:00

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Entry tags:! 02/1977, ! complete, ! thread, char: lucius malfoy, char: rodolphus lestrange, char: sirius black, npc: lord voldemort

Who: Lucius Malfoy & Sirius Black, later Rodolphus Lestrange and Lord Voldemort
What: Lucius has seduced Sirius into going with him to the Room of Requirement, where he will eventually be taken to the Dark Lord to be brainwashed.
Where: Room of Requirement
When: The night of the ball
Status: Complete
Rating: M, DEFINITELY M for semi-consensual snogging, shagging, and all sorts of psychological abuse.

You must be used to me spendin
And all that sweet winin and dinin
Well I'm fuckin you tonight


Up the stairs they went, lead by Lucius every step of the way. He guided Sirius through the zig-zag of stairs, corridors, and portraits that looked at them oddly [many of them scoffed at a Malfoy touching a blood traitor, while others merely watched with interest], until finally reaching the 7th floor corridor with the statue of Barnabas the Barmy. The trolls looked just as ridiculous as always, made even more wild by the events unfolding that evening. Lucius still tried not to think too much on what he'd had to do to get them to this point, yet he readily allowed his mind to recollect the delicious image of that werewolf breaking apart at the seams. That was one point in revenge for what he'd nearly done to Severus. Now came the best and simultaneously worst part of the entire plot.

He snatched his hand back in an effort to recollect himself as he paced the corridor and thought about the room with the Vanishing cabinet and a lush four poster covered in silken sheets. After the third pass, an intricately decorated doorway appeared and Lucius went back toward Sirius, putting on his best grin and tugging at his hands again.

"Come on, we'll have plenty of privacy in here, where no one will ever find us." He planted another kiss on the other boy's lips and started pulling them back toward the door, a hand going behind him to open the old handle. When they were inside, he watched the door slam as he broke the kiss, lowering his brows in an entirely too naughty look when he noted that now nobody could disturb them. He pinned Sirius with a smouldering gaze as his hands went up to his own collar and he started to pull off his cravat.


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[info]_withoutacause
2012-02-13 06:54 am UTC (link)
Sirius submitted himself willingly. Heat was coursing through his body in waves blocking out all common sense. He wanted, no, he needed Lucius. He had never needed anything morein his entire life, and there were far too many clothes between them right now.

He tore at Lucius' vest, hearing seams rip and buttons bounce away and not giving a shit. He growled when all he encountered was more fabric, and began tearing at his shirt as well. The whole time he kept his lips firmly pressed to the other boys, tounge seeking and probing, teeth nipping at his soft lips.

"Fuck," he moaned, still struggling with the buttons on Lucius' dress shirt.

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[info]luciusmalfoi
2012-02-13 07:13 am UTC (link)
Lucius felt a little surprised at the determination and sheer need of the other boy. Perhaps he'd applied a little too much aphrodisiac? He would have to speak with Severus about the ratio the other Slytherin had used at some point, but right now, he just let his expensively tailored attire be torn to shreds, returning Sirius's kisses with as much fervour as he could muster. Surely the heat of the moment should be affecting him as well, but try as he might to gain some pleasure out of this, he kept firmly telling himself that this was all a charade. It made it easier to then take a firm grip of Sirius's upper arms and turn them so that Black's back was facing the bed. With a break in the snog, he took a moment to regulate his breathing and just meet Sirius's gaze with his own.

"Easy, there's no rush," he murmured lightly, giving the other boy a smile that could melt hearts and turn even the coldest of men into a puddle of goo. Lucius decided to take a softer angle in order to really allow himself to break the other boy down and prepare his mind for the Dark Lord's invasion. Thus, with that image in mind, Lucius leaned forward for another kiss as he slowly backed Sirius up until the backs of his legs hit the bed. He let his tongue run along the other boy's lips in a plea for entry while his hands got busy and ran along Sirius's chest, reaching for the edge of his outfit and trying to get it off as he went.

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[info]_withoutacause
2012-02-13 07:20 am UTC (link)
Sirius moaned pitifully, letting Lucius take the lead as his clothes were stipped off. He kissed back passionatly, tangling his fingers in Lucius' soft hair.

When his legs hit the bed he all but collapsed, dragging them both down onto the soft down mattress. Sirius moaned again, his need becoming almost painful.

"Lucius," he whimpered, kissing him fervently and finally sliding the expensive shirt off his broad, muscled shoulders. He wanted this so badly, he had never felt like this before. Every other thought was banished, the man lying half on top of him was the only thing in the entire world at that moment.

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[info]luciusmalfoi
2012-02-13 07:34 am UTC (link)
Everything was going so perfectly that he felt a small sense of elation overcome. It allowed him to become more easily aroused as Sirius pushed the shirt off of his shoulders. They were captured at the sleeve as Lucius held onto the other boy's face, still kissing and licking at his lips as though they were simply the most delicious treat he'd tasted in a long time. His insides were turning just a little bit, yet he forced himself to shove the sensation down when he lifted each arm in turn, eventually flinging the garment off. He returned the favour to the other boy and unbuttoned everything in his way, being considerably more delicate with the fabrics as they eventually opened and he could slip his hands inside, going first to his pectorals and then down around his waist.

With a forceful lift, he landed them both more toward the centre of the soft mattress and broke the kiss, hands trailing down toward Sirius's trousers and quickly undoing the fastenings. He started to pant due to having to suppressing himself, so he let just a fraction of this moment be enjoyable in order to make a more convincing show.

"Up," he commanded, tapping on the other boy's pelvis so that he could slip off his trousers, pinning a heated gaze on Sirius while kneeling over him.

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[info]_withoutacause
2012-02-13 07:40 am UTC (link)
Sirius lifted his hips as Lucius pulled his trousers off. The muted light turned his blond hair to brown, and his eyes to hazel, the handsome face softened into the familiar scarred pattern of Remus Lupin...

"Remus," he moaned, closing his eyes and panting as the other boy pinned him down. It felt incredible, being trapped. Completely at the mercy of this beautiful, incredible man.

He reached out and caught the sweet face, pulling it down for a tender, heartfelt kiss. He hummed happily in the back of his throat, then began nipping and sucking his way down Remus' collar bone, claiming him. "Remus..."

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[info]luciusmalfoi
2012-02-13 07:54 am UTC (link)
Lucius's steel grey eyes sharpened upon hearing that abomination's named being uttered so lovingly. He cursed having tossed aside the shirt containing the aphrodisiac, so he quickly came up with something to bring the situation back into his favour. Lucius couldn't have Sirius breaking out of his hold now, not until he had him exactly where he wanted him.

He pulled away from the attention being given to his collar bone and dove for the boy's ear, biting the lobe without restraint before growling into his ear, "Lucius, you mean, don't you Black? I'm the one who has you under my mercy, and you're loving every minute of it, aren't you?" He roughly clawed at the boy's naked chest, leaving red gashes where his nails had met flesh. He crushed himself onto the other boy, forcing his face to meet Lucius's heated expression and sneering lips.

"Now turn over," he snapped, pulling him roughly up as Lucius leaned back on his knees, his own trousers still in place and a heat quickly building at his core. Now this is what had him finally enjoying the moment. Tormenting another and having his way always served as a fine emotional high for Lucius.

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[info]_withoutacause
2012-02-13 07:59 am UTC (link)
One moment he'd been with Remus, lost in the other boy, drowning in desire and need and lust, and the next there was pain and terror and...

"Lucius, mean, don't you Black? I'm the one who has you under my mercy, and you're loving every minute of it, aren't you?"

He opened his eyes, and stared up at a nightmare. Lucius Malfoy, all but naked, tearing his nails down Sirius' chest. He couldn't remember how he had gotten here, but he knew in an instant that he was in serious trouble.

"Now turn over."

Sirius snapped. He began thrashing like a wild animal, screaming wordlessly and attempting to break the hold. But he was weak, disoriented, and couldn't seem to break free. He clawed at Lucius, but couldn't get purchase, and his fingers did little more than leave faint white lines.

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[info]luciusmalfoi
2012-02-13 08:28 am UTC (link)
No matter what Sirius tried to do, Lucius had gotten a firm hold on the other boy and shoved him face-forward onto the mattress, being only a touch careful not to let him suffocate against the sheets. With a quick motion, his free hand reached back for the wand that was tucked against his ankle, aiming it toward Sirius's back with a gleam in his eyes. He proceeded to grit out the spell between his teeth, "Immobulus!" That would ensure that his victim [oh, how he loved to think of him that way] would remain still, yet continue to feel everything that was happening to him.

He then undid his trousers with both free hands, shoving them from his ankles and pulling out the hardness that had been straining against fabric from the moment that Lucius had to get rough. He felt adrenaline and euphoria simultaneously running through him at the prospect of taking complete control, of being able to dole out the proper punishment for a blood traitor who'd turned his back on his own kind. He then tucked his arms beneath Sirius's magically bound body, running both hands down against the boy's hips. He roughly tugged Sirius back till he was on at the edge of Lucius's lap. The heavy erection was pulsing with the rush of charged blood and he grinned, planting a wet kiss heavily against Sirius's cheek, making sure to linger so that the other boy would know just who was doing this and that he couldn't get away.

"Hold tight," he mocked, placing a hand against the front of his chest to brace him and letting his other run against his back until it carressed his arse cheeks. If it were any more possible, Lucius felt himself strain even more toward what his baser side wanted, and without further distraction, he pulled Sirius back while shoving his hips forward. No proper preparation or other warning given as his dick penetrated Sirius.

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[info]_withoutacause
2012-02-13 08:42 am UTC (link)
Sirius couldn't move. He tried, fuck he tried, but the spell held him rigid. Malfoy was turning him, touching him, and it was all too much. Sirius wanted to scream, to tear the world apart if it meant getting out of this, but all he could do was cry silently as Malfoy kissed him. A kiss should never feel like that. The tears came harder.

He closed his eyes, imagining himself somewhere, anywhere else. The common room. He's sitting in front of the fire with James and Peter and Remus, oh fuck, Remus, and they're playing exploding snap, they're, they're planning a prank and, no, no please no, and they have their homework spread all around them, and...

"Hold tight."

It's the Full Moon, and Padfoot is chasing the Wolf through the trees and...

He's jolted from his fantasy the moment Malfoy enters him. If he could scream, his throat would be raw, if he could move his whole body would be arching off the bed, if he could... So he did the only thing left, the one thing he learned from his mother and the years he spent at her mercy. He turned himself off, just like flipping a switch. Sirius was gone.

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[info]luciusmalfoi
2012-02-13 09:07 am UTC (link)
Lucius savoured the shock of heat and the tightness that surrounded him. It wasn't long before he felt the slick blood start to course down his erection as he kept shoving mercilessly into the other boy until he fell forward, landing against Sirius's back. He pushed the boy down and kept thrusting until he felt the burst of hot pleasure explode in his mind, releasing his load into Sirius's badly abused arse. Lucius was panting heavily against the warm, yet rigid body beneath him. When he caught his breath and felt the beads of perspiration cooling against his skin, a self-satisfied smile slid across his lips. He pulled himself back while gazing interestedly at the mix of red and white turning into pink swirls. A quirk scourgify spell was uttered and the mess was gone in an instant.

He looked down at Sirius's back, beat up and scratched, wondering if the boy had passed out yet. Narrowing his quickly cooling gaze, he reached for a shoulder and turned him over, noticing the glazed expression that indicated a perfect canvas for him to start on the next phase. Smiling over his work, he got off of the mattress and retrieved his trousers, leaving Sirius to lay in the evidence of what had just happened.

Composed and mostly dressed, he fixed the torn shirt on his shoulders and murmured a tailoring charm that he'd learned from his mother, pleased as he felt the threads reform over his chest while he walked toward the Vanishing cabinet to the side of the bed. As his hand rested on it, he looked back at his victim and allowed himself a mental pat on the back. Then his voice whispered the proper spell to open the space between sister cabinets: "Harmonia Nectere Passus."

Lifting the newly reformed sleeve of his left arm, he pressed the tip of his wand to the Dark Mark and watched as the snake and skull turned black, the snake's body squirming within the skull's gaping maw. His call to the Dark Lord and his associate was set in motion and there was not a thing that Sirius would be able to do.

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[info]parentalia
2012-02-13 11:30 pm UTC (link)
From what Lucius had told him after the Dark Lord had left the meeting earlier that day, he would lead their target to the Room of Requirement after eight. Not wanting to leave anything to chance, Rodolphus had made the trip to Diagon Alley when the shadows outside his window began to grow long. He was in the basement of Borgin and Burke's in time to hear a clock chime seven and after that his evening became a test of his patience.

He poked around at the wares for sale with tepid interest. The only gift he planned on giving had already been made and wrapped weeks ago so there was nothing he truly needed to buy. He opened the Vanishing Cabinet several times, pressed against the walls, and crawled inside even though he didn't dare open the passage. The shop's proprietor left him alone despite Rodolphus' best attempts to engage him in conversation, and just when he was about to get frustrated he felt movement on his forearm and shook back the sleeve of his robes to reveal the darkened Mark.

Finally!

Taking his wand out just in case he twirled it in his fingers before holding it at the ready and stepped into the wardrobe. He trusted Lucius only in his loyalty to the Dark Lord but there was no accounting for his ability for success. He probably should have known better but his desire to swoop in and save the day over ruled his common sense. In all the time he'd known the Malfoy heir he couldn't recall a single time he erred in truly important circumstances.

When he emerged on the other side, a hex on the tip of his tongue, he was disappointed to find that nothing was amiss and he wasn't going to get to curse anybody. Voldemort hadn't even come yet. It was kind of neat how that cabinet worked though!

"Lucius," he nodded, pushing the hood of his robes down from off of his head and left the cabinet door open. More than the tall blond, however, Rodolphus was interested in finding out who it was he had chosen to kidnap and why the room had decided a large bed was what Lucius had been seeking upon entrance. "Who?" he inquired as he neared the four-poster and when he saw the prone, desecrated figure on the blankets with an absent look in his eyes he arched a brow and glanced sidelong at his cohort. "Have fun?"

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[info]luciusmalfoi
2012-02-14 03:52 am UTC (link)
Lucius merely smirked and nodded in greeting upon Rodolphus's arrival, having anticipated a perhaps rocky start to the evening. While Lucius had been more trusted in the ranks thanks in part to his father's loyal service, he was still young, and surely not all of the other Death Eaters trusted him. He knew to expect this and readied himself accordingly. When Rodolphus enquired as to his activities, he merely laughed lightly, as if it were just a game to him. Naturally it had been, but he would never reveal the depth to which he had sunk in order to get his task done. It was implied that sleeping with a blood traitor was a dirty deed, but with the Dark Lord's new plan, even the bitterest of blood traitor venom could be tamed almost overnight. It was too perfect.

"That depends upon your definition of the word 'fun', Lestrange. I did what needed to be done, and clearly, it had the desired outcome." Lucius glanced over at Sirius's blank expression, pride in his own work overcoming him so that he grinned and walked around the bed, lifting the still-bound body. "Should we appear before the Dark Lord with Black in this state, he may actually congratulate me on a job well done. You know how he enjoys making blood traitors suffer."

Lucius hoisted the abused Sirius Black onto a shoulder, taking a sheet along with and covering his bare arse not for the sake of modesty, but for the need to not have a naked, battered bum presented to the Dark Lord. As he carefully rose up with Sirius firmly in place, he headed for the cabinet and set him down before it, taking his wand out and placing a levitation charm upon him.

"Shall we get going, then?"

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[info]parentalia
2012-02-14 04:07 am UTC (link)
Watching as the blond tended to his capture, Rodolphus rubbed his calloused fingers over his mouth and jaw speculating over all the events that could have possibly taken place that ended in Sirius Black absent of is clothes. Had he walked in on him and someone else? If that were the case where was the second person? Unless the one Sirius had been with was a plant set up by Lucius, some stupid wide-eyed pureblooded girl desperate for his attention and willing to take a fall if it meant a pat on the head. That would still be one hell of a loose end, though. Unless he used Imperius. Did Lucius know Imperius?

It made his head hurt after a moment and he was glad when Lucius was ready to go so he wouldn't have to consider it anymore. Frankly, he wasn't sure he even wanted to know. "Does it say blood traitor on his stomach?" He asked and climbed back into the cabinet figuring they could take Sirius between them before the boon was presented to the Dark Lord.

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[info]luciusmalfoi
2012-02-14 04:59 am UTC (link)
"Why... that would have been the crowning jewel, wouldn't it have? I should do that to the next one," he affirmed, joining Rodolphus in the cabinet and bringing Sirius over with his wand. It was a slightly tight fit, but as soon as he'd closed the cabinet door, they were instantly transported into the sister cabinet at Borgin & Burke's, where Lucius pushed open the heavy door and stepped out as if had been a light trip. Smoothing his hair back in place so that not a flyaway strand could be seen, he guided the levitating Sirius down toward the basement, completely ignoring old Burke raising a brow at their victim's semi-nude state. However, the shop owner knew not to interfere with their work and simply held his tongue.

Upon bringing his charge into the cold room, he dropped Sirius on the floor and went searching through the dark wares, finding a suitable chair that came equipped with thorny manacles. Bringing it to the centre of the room, he prepared the apparatus and placed a final sticking charm on its legs so that it wouldn't move during perhaps a violent session. He smiled at the thought of what might be happening that evening. As it was the first venture in this grand plan, he and Rodolphus would be the first to be honoured with the Dark Lord's fine work. He looked forward to it as he strapped Sirius in, and for good measure, carved 'blood traitor' into his belly, as Rodolphus had suggested. Finally, he removed the Immobulus and covered up Sirius's lap with the sheet, binding it to him and to the chair.

All that remained was for the two Death Eaters to collaborate on the next phase. Lucius looked up from his work and searched Rodolphus out, indicating that he should join him before Sirius so that he could be apprised of the next steps.

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[info]parentalia
2012-02-14 05:20 am UTC (link)
The chair, Rodolphus knew from an experience gained an hour or so before, was not at all comfortable and seemed like the perfect place to drop and bind an apostate like Sirius Black. Generally, Rodolphus didn't care enough about people to hate them to the point of rage but the one in front of him now, as he crouched near the legs of the chair, was definitely one of the few.

The fact that a wizard from a family of his caliber could turn his back on everything he'd been given and all that he had in favor of the filth that infected the world in droves and forced them to live under a statute of secrecy was deplorable. More than deplorable. It was so infuriating he, with his vocabulary, didn't have an appropriate word for the measure of emotion it forced on him.

He was probably just jealous.

"It doesn't seem right," he mused as he stood and reclaimed his wand for the ready. "Can't we release him? So he can yell and scream and beg?" He wanted the same satisfaction Lucius had had in the Room of Requirement except he wanted to keep his trousers on. "So he can fight?" So he could hit him?

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[info]luciusmalfoi
2012-02-14 05:39 am UTC (link)
Smirking at the thought, he merely shook his head and looked down at Sirius, still in his dazed state as he was; not for much longer, though. The session would end in a complete violation of his mind to accompany the one performed on his body. It would take several such sessions to truly break him and turn him into a faithful follower, but Lucius had plenty of patience and time. He'd hardly needed to lift a finger to get his schoolwork and Head Boy duties done satisfactorily. That was the benefit of a sharp mind and the ability to delegate. It was surprising how many were willing to do his dirty work when bribed with the right things.

As he shook himself of his musings, he turned to Rodolphus and pulled himself a little higher, knowing that he couldn't get himself taller, but at least he could be imposing in his demeanour. "As enjoyable as that would be for all of us, the Dark Lord has a specific plan. Have you been taught the Immemorio spell yet? As you and I need to work closely in the foreseeable future, you should know it and be able to master it. We first perform it to prepare the target's mind for the Dark Lord. However, anything we do between the spell and summoning the Dark Lord... is up to our discretion," he finished, raising a brow at the implication.

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[info]parentalia
2012-02-14 05:56 am UTC (link)
The authoritarian posture Lucius adopted was one Rodolphus was familiar with mostly on account of Rabastan who used it against him on more than one occasion in an attempt to prove a point. It was something even he was guilty of, especially when dealing with the parents of his peers he often found himself shoulder to shoulder with in the Dark Lord's ranks. It was annoying, at least when he was on the receiving end.

He was older than Lucius by a year but that rarely seemed to work in his favor. The fact that this wasn't the first time he'd found himself subordinate to the Malfoy didn't make it any easier to swallow. They'd had half a year of Quidditch together and now, even after he'd boasted to Voldemort that if he and Lucius had reversed positions he wouldn't need any help at all, the truth of it was, a master he definitely was not.

"I know the spell," he answered flatly giving away his own inadequacy with his tone. Some things, some charms, they just didn't stick well with him. The Cruciatus curse had been his in a matter of moments but Imperus still wasn't something he could complete successfully.

To prove that he wasn't completely useless, though, Rodolphus' wand followed his imperfect version of the motions that accompanied his magic, "Immemorio."

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[info]luciusmalfoi
2012-02-14 06:30 am UTC (link)
Lucius observed the defensive tack that Rodolphus took, amused at how he'd ruffled the other Death Eater's feathers. He always prided himself on his ability to perform magic and was quite ready to be the good teacher, showing others how to improve upon their own flawed techniques. In his mind, he could do no wrong where magic was concerned, despite that being a very flawed view. No one was perfect, not even Lucius, but he would never see that logic unless it bit him on the arse in the form of a massive failure. He wasn't about to let himself fail, though, not in this task.

As Rodolphus tried to perform the wand maneuver, Lucius simply raised both brows at the imperfect form, unable to let himself be quiet on the display. "Charming, Lestrange, but when you perform the cutting motion, you need to actually cut the air, not try to gouge it like some barbarian attempting to kill his meal. Honestly, observe."

He proceeded to perform the figure eight in the air, punctuated by a swift cut down and to the right, which landed the tip of his wand a few inches from Sirius's face. "Immemorio," he said clearly, watching as the spell took hold of Black's pupils and widened them, leaving his mind open for the plundering. While Lucius was an accomplished Occlumens, he didn't possess a strong enough grasp of Legilimency to actually get started on the process, so he pulled his wand away and released the spell, turning to Rodolphus with a smug look.

"And that's how it's done. You may want to practise a bit if you do not wish to fail when our Lord arrives. I would hate to see him lose faith in you so early into our task."

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[info]parentalia
2012-02-14 06:44 am UTC (link)
Rodolphus inwardly turned sour when his spell had all the effect that a good ole fashioned "Abracadabra Open Sesame" would have knowing there was no graceful way he could pretend that his flop was anything other than an complete and utter failure. There was more he could do, more than Immemorio that the Dark Lord would be able to utilize. His entire plan to dominate their society certainly didn't rest single handedly on one measly spell.

"Our Lord knows my mind," he interjected stubbornly and turned away from the vapid Sirius (he honestly didn't notice the difference between this version of the Black and how he looked the rest of his life) and quickly drew the motion in the air once with a downward tug of the corners of his mouth. He cut through the air as if it were Lucius' face.

That definitely made it a lot easier to remember.

Lucius was right, though, he didn't want to disappoint Him. Voldemort was the figure he'd been searching for his whole life and to be cast aside as worthless now would be devastating. He may not get a second chance.

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[info]luciusmalfoi
2012-02-14 09:08 am UTC (link)
"He does indeed, does He?" Lucius raised both brows interestedly, recalling the moment when the Dark Lord had focused his attentions on Lestrange. It had made him grit his teeth while trying to hold back his displeasure with the situation, but of course, he thought no more on it and refocused his attentions on his task. The Death Eater ranks were almost like a game, losing and winning little battles that could rise you up or make you fall spectacularly down the rungs of the ladder to power. And worst of it all was that Voldemort was a merciless totalitarian, so very little error was tolerated, particularly from his higher ranking members, as demonstrated on Rosier, Sr and even due to Lucius's quick tongue.

Turning back to Sirius, he focused on the task and started to speak anew, with a stronger determination than before to succeed. The tension that was developing in the air was not lost on Lucius.

"Let us get things started, shall we?" he queried of the stupored Sirius. Aiming his wand at him, he cast Rennervate to bring him out of the safety of his mind and back into the hell that was about to rain down. The pleased expression on Lucius's face would've been the first thing Sirius would see and that made Lucius even more enthralled by the upcoming events. Raising his left sleeve with a flourish, he pressed the tip of his wand into the Dark Mark for the second time that night and watched the serpent stretch out in anticipation.

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[info]parentalia
2012-02-14 09:34 am UTC (link)
The memory of Lord Voldemort's whisper, the penetration of his gaze that could only have been the work of an experienced legilimens, the sensation of the tip of a wand beneath his chin lifting his head, still evoked strange feelings inside of Rodolphus' gut. They weren't emotions of fear, although the Dark Lord was obviously someone he needed to be careful around, and it wasn't the same sort of excitement that overpowered him whenever he saw Bellatrix Black although he did want Voldemort to be just as pleased with him. Was it admiration? Respect? No, neither of those were enough. It made his heart race, being in His presence and in the midst of a life where so little meant anything he had swiftly become addicted to that feeling. "He knows me," he repeated, more to himself than to Lucius and turned when he sensed magic in the air once more.

"How does it work?" Rodolphus asked, his curiosity getting the best of him despite his loathing for ever having to admit he didn't understand something completely. "Does the spell leave his mind open to suggestion? Will He rewrite memories? Remove the defect in his brain that caused him to turn his back on the Wizarding World? Is it like being hypnotized?"

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[info]_withoutacause
2012-02-14 09:49 am UTC (link)
Sirius didn't want to wake up. He knew something terrible, something horrible was waiting for him, and all he wanted to do was cling to this lovely emptiness for as long as he possibly could. But the spell was inoxerable, and Sirius felt himself pulled from the safety of oblivion and back into the Hell that was his current situation.

He awoke with a gasp, every ache and pain coming back to life with a furious intensity. Something digging into his arms, and his chest burned, but nothing could compare to the firey agony that lanced through his pelvis and deep inside of him. He felt like something had torn, something vital he would never get back.

His eyes fell on Lucius Malfoy, and the most intense fear threatened to cripple him. Malfoy had hurt him, had invaded him, and just looking at him brought every moment rushing back.

"No, please..." He whimpered, not even really registering the other presence in the room. "Please, please, no..."

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[info]luciusmalfoi
2012-02-14 10:02 am UTC (link)
Lucius merely smiled at the whimpering Black, turning an eye on his companion as he ignored the sounds and proceeded to explain as requested:

"While I am sure that many of us would appreciate the removal of such a defect, I'm afraid that does not come into play. More like a penetration of the mind and a search for weaknesses to exploit. He will place a trigger in his victim's mind, such as a familiar item or landmark which will activate dark thoughts when seen. In a way, yes, it would be akin to hypnotism." Lucius turned back to Sirius and raised a brow with his next point, staring at him while he made it.

"He may even choose to alter the very nature of his victim's mind if He so desires. That, however, would take several nights." Satisfied that he'd offered Sirius with enough to think about, he leaned back from the chair and awaited their Lord's appearance.

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[info]recruitment_npc
2012-02-14 10:38 am UTC (link)
After what appeared to be almost too long, Lord Voldemort felt the call of his faithful Death Eaters, signalling that their victim was ready for the evening's session of manipulation and implantation of new ideas. The turn of his thin lips was a poor imitation of a smile that came off far too gruesome as he disapparated from Riddle Manor.

The loud crack of his appearance reverberated in the mostly deserted room. Not long before, in this very room, his followers had knelt before him like obedient servants ready to do his bidding. And now two of them presented him with their properly bowed postures, their prey ready for the taking. He swept his cool gaze across both Death Eaters' bowed figures before parting through them and looking down at the chair they'd been hovering over. This victim looked exactly like his predecessors, with the same raven hair and grey eyes that signified a member of the Black lineage.

Voldemort turned to Lucius in one elegant move, robes billowing about his ankles. "Lucius, a Black?" his soft voice enquired, drawing out the 's' in Lucius's name. Upon receiving an affirmative reply from the bowed Death Eater, he felt himself become excited at the prospects of the evening. It appeared that his young follower had presented a fascinating option for the Death Eaters to follow.

Turning his glaze slowly toward Rodolphus, he took in the burly man's obedient stance and enquired of him, as well, "Am I to assume that this was your doing as well, Rodolphus? Or will you allow Lucius full credit for this prey?"

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[info]parentalia
2012-02-14 11:07 am UTC (link)
The prostrate posture adopted the moment Voldemort appeared wasn't a stance Rodolphus minded. As a Pureblood he was proud, more proud than he probably ought to be given the standing his family had as, at the very best, a member of the upper middle class, but his opinion of himself certainly wasn't higher than his opinion of the Dark Lord. He would gladly press his face into the ground as many times as it was required of him because no man was more deserving than the one that stood before him now. The question, however, pitted his respect for the dark wizard against his lofty goals for swift advancement like two abused dogs dropped in a ring to kill each other.

He had definitely wanted to be more useful than he had been but his opportunities to do so weren't as plentiful as he'd planned. His one chance, to cast the immemorio spell, had been abysmal and in the end his greatest achievement had been to open the door to the Vanishing Cabinet. Obviously he couldn't reply with that but what was his only other option? Lying? That would probably be even more appreciated...by Lucius who would certainly get a show when Voldemort taught him a lesson.

He set his jaw as he glared at the floor knowing he needed to say something before Voldemort grew impatient. "I did everything that I could, my Lord. I believe Lucius would agree that we work well together. My only regret is that none of his blood was spilled by my hands."

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[info]_withoutacause
2012-02-14 04:57 pm UTC (link)
This couldn't possibly be real. The man with the snakes face, appearing out of the gloom as Lucius and Rodolphus threw themselves to the floor, that had to be a hallucination. He closed his eyes tight, then opened them again, praying that when he did this would just be gone.

It wasn't.

If this was a dream it was the worst one he'd ever had.

As the snake man looked him over Sirius felt like icy cold hands were running themselves along his soul, and he couldn't help but shivver. Part of him, the part that always got him into trouble, wanted to say something, something defiant and cocky and incredibly stupid. But for the first time in his life Sirius was far too terrified to listen to it.

Finally got some common sense. Moony would be proud.

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[info]recruitment_npc
2012-02-15 08:18 am UTC (link)
He could feel the motions that he noted on Rodolphus's face at his gaze and subsequent question. The young man held potential in him, but to feel the conflict and latent possibility of failure seeping off of him presented an unfavourable situation. Lucius had long been broken of his conflict, as had his other faithful Death Eaters, but this one... he was too new and needed to learn the full capacity of his actions. "I will deal with those stray thoughts later, Rodolphus," his smooth voice hissed out.

Voldemort's eyes broke contact with the Death Eater and he turned back to face their captured prey, sitting so silent and terrified that it brought a small thrill to see him in such a state. "Sirius Black... do you know who I am?" He longed to see the terror hit a high note, to feel how his prey would realise that there was no escape. As he leaned closer to the blood traitor's face, he allowed his Legilimency to latch onto the boy's mind, sensing fear, rebellion, hatred for his family, loyalty... all things that he would rearrange tonight.

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[info]_withoutacause
2012-02-15 08:40 pm UTC (link)
Sirius felt cold right down to his marrow. This man, this thing, was staring right inside of him, and Sirius knew it could see all of his secret thoughts and terrors. He couldn't stop shaking, and even the pain of encounter with Malfoy paled when placed against those cool, serpentine eyes.

"N,No." He strove for defiance, straightening up as best he could. "And I d-don't g-give a shit."

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[info]recruitment_npc
2012-02-15 08:55 pm UTC (link)
The smile that grew on his lips held no amusement nor warmth; it was a cold gesture meant to infuse discomfort in his prey, and if the blood traitor's mind was any hint, it was doing the job.

"Very brave, Sirius," he hissed, drawing out the first and last 's' unnecessarily long. "However, you shall find that I reward not bravery, but intelligence and loyalty. You have neither, is that not so?" He leaned in a bit closer while touching his wandtip to Sirius's chin, lifting it to get a deeper look into his mind. What he saw there was contempt for a pureblood line that went back for generations, and it did nothing to improve Voldemort's mood. This one would deserve everything that he received that night.

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[info]_withoutacause
2012-02-15 08:57 pm UTC (link)
"Fuck off."

He wasn't fooling anyone, least of all himself. But at least the attempted bravado kept him from screaming and crying, the way her desperatly wanted to.

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[info]parentalia
2012-02-16 04:38 am UTC (link)
While the promise of being "dealt with" later was probably something that should give Rodolphus pause, lingering on the possibility of what such an event could entail seemed like nothing more than a waste of time given what was going on around him. Either he would end up writhing on the floor like an epileptic or he wouldn't, his chance to change the outcome of his future had past and nothing could be gained by worrying about it. Especially since he knew he wasn't going to be killed. He hadn't failed, and even if he had it wasn't as if Voldemort had so many loyal followers he could off a few without valid reason especially someone He knew to be as devout as Rodolphus was.

Keeping his eyes on the ground in front of him or the toes of Voldemort's shoes were the usual rules for events such as this but following proper decorum proved awfully difficult, maybe even impossible, at the idea of the Dark Lord turning his wand on Sirius Black. He lifted his hands from off the basement floor, the tips of his fingers leaving foggy aftermath on the polished cement. He sat back on his legs and turned his head so he could watch.

Being more of the loyal rather than intelligent type Voldemort had mentioned earlier, Rodolphus wasn't sure how the assault would work so he could only hope that it would be difficult. He would hope that Sirius resisted, that his Lord would have to force his way into the blood traitor's brain, rip apart the years of bad influences and poor decisions and fill him with the ideas and beliefs necessary to not only be the Wizard he was supposed to be but also to decimate the life he'd chosen to live instead and the lives of those he'd chosen to live it it with. But most of all he hoped it was agonizing.

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[info]recruitment_npc
2012-02-16 04:55 am UTC (link)
The trickling thoughts that poured off of Rodolphus gave Voldemort slight pause as he allowed them to soak into his own mind and infuse him with further need to cause this blood traitor harm. He was not normally given to such alterations in mood based on another's emotions, but tonight seemed forgivable as Sirius spat so disrespectfully at him.

Deciding that enough was enough, he withdrew his wand from his prey's chin and became stony faced, leaning back just a few centimetres to let Sirius see him in all of his blackened glory. Like a hawk swooping in for the kill, his lips curled and his eyes flashed all of the danger that he was capable of. His voice cut through the air with a sharp hiss.

"You shall learn to respect your betters, Black. I am known as Lord Voldemort. Allow that name to fill your soul with fear, and to permeate your veins with ice. You will not forget it when we are through here." With little more ado, he pointed his wand directly at Sirius and let loose his Cruciatus curse, infusing it with the cold hatred that he felt for all blood traitors. Simultaneously, he invaded his prey's mind and started to search for the self-righteous and rebellious thoughts, tearing them to shreds with his finely tuned Legilimency.

Through the process, Voldemort made sure to push the nerve centres of his brain and amplify the sensations of the Cruciatus, forcing Sirius to feel every excruciating sensation as his mental and physical walls were torn apart.

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[info]_withoutacause
2012-02-16 05:07 am UTC (link)
Pain! That's all there is. Nothing existed before this, and nothing will exist after.

If he had a name he's forgotten it, if he had thoughts beyond Oh Merlin make it stop then they've fled.

He feels like his brain is going to explode, showering everything in gorey horror, and that it would be much better than what is happening to him right now.

And the one part that isn't completely lost in agony is whispering This is just the beginning. You're going to die here, and it is going to hurt like Hell.

When it finally stops Sirius is a shaking, quivering mess. But he pulls enough of himself together to croak

"Lord huh? I sense an inferiority complex. Is it because you have a tiny prick?"

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[info]recruitment_npc
2012-02-16 08:08 am UTC (link)
Voldemort paid little mind to the prey's attempts to regain his strength. Instead, he enjoyed the noises and the shaking that he inflicted through the pain. Breaking the curse, he stepped back and turned to Lucius, and then to Rodolphus.

"You may teach the blood traitor a lesson, my followers," he spoke with a neutral voice, belying the pleasure that he'd taken in giving Black a taste of his disapproval. Let his followers prepare the prey for a total breakdown when his mind would be completely open for altering.

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[info]parentalia
2012-02-16 09:10 am UTC (link)
If Voldemort hadn't freed the clasp of Rodolphus' leash, he very well may have snapped the lead all on his own. He'd predicted that Sirius would stupidly defy the Dark Lord with a fool's desperate display of bravery, bound and captured left few other actions within his power, and he certainly hadn't been disappointed. He'd also been positive, however, that the moment Sirius got even the smallest taste of his Lord's power he would forfeit all blind courage and defiance and beg like the rest of them.

He could see, even from his distance, that the spell that leapt from Voldemort's wand was terrifying and for a moment he wondered if it would be too much for the blood traitor to handle. When it ended, Rodolphus leaned forward, straining to hear the miserable whimpers he knew would be the only sounds such a sorry mass of trembling flesh could utter so he could better tell the story later to Bellatrix and the other Death Eaters who hadn't been lucky enough to be chosen for this particular mission.

The snide retort, even though it came off as pathetic instead of insulting the way Rodolphus was sure it was meant to be, forced him to make fists with his hands and clench his tongue between his teeth to keep himself from getting into trouble on account of a worm. He tasted blood but the coppery, sanguine bite only served to fuel his inner outrage. How dare he. It wasn't the content but the audacity and no sooner had he decided that consequences be damned, Voldemort stepped aside.

The animal inside him had taken over and his wand temporarily forgotten, Rodolphus' long legs swallowed the distance between his spot on the floor and the chair. Without the slightest hesitation or break in gait, the former Slytherin beater reeled back with a drawn fist before slamming the weight of his momentum into Sirius' jaw. It certainly wasn't very civilized, nothing one would expect from a wizard who supposedly prided themselves on the purity of the magic in their blood line, but all that Rodolphus saw was red and all that he desired was cruelty.

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[info]luciusmalfoi
2012-02-17 07:03 am UTC (link)
The Dark Lord's display was enough to make anyone cower with fear, but Lucius held his ground as he observed the proceedings and the disrespectful display that the blood traitor was making. If only he knew the power... he would not be so bold. After tonight, Lucius thought with satisfaction, Sirius Black would be one step closer to submitting before them, and he would begin to learn the meaning of paying for his actions.

Upon receiving permission to join in on the torture, Lucius slowly withdrew his wand, but was beaten to the punch, quite literally, by an impassioned Rodolphus. Fair eyebrows twitched at the sight, not quite believing — though perhaps he should have — the display of brute force instead of the much preferred wand-inflicted torture. No matter, let him have his fun; the blood traitor deserved no less for mouthing off so splendidly.

He stood silently behind his Lord, raising his gaze to meet Voldemort's own piercing eyes as he turned to observe his follower. Feeling himself sucked in by the intense look, he then turned to Rodolphus and spoke in his usual drawl, albeit a bit more darkly than normal, "Step aside, Lestrange. You embarrass us with your brutality. Let the Dark Lord see how it's done with magic."

Stepping beside the Dark Lord when he had received the go ahead, Lucius lightly pointed his wand at Sirius's centre and narrowed steel-coloured eyes, thinking how fitting this was for the likes of such undeserving filth.

"Ignibus Resurgio!" was hissed from a firmly set jaw, a spell of his own creation which burned one from the inside and caused the victim to be overcome by fever. The bright orange colour of the spell reflected in cool grey eyes swirling with mirth and hatred.

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[info]parentalia
2012-02-17 10:09 am UTC (link)
The pulsing throb that radiated up his arm from his hand was something Rodolphus was sure Lucius would never understand. They had both come from pure blood lines, had been raised under similar beliefs and morals, but the Malfoy heir would never degrade himself to something as puerile as physical violence. He was a wizard and wizards used magic. It was the refined way to do battle. The poor sod.

In Rodolphus' opinion there was nothing finer than the feeling of blood oozing down his face like warmed honey. While magic certainly had its place and nothing he could physically do to anyone would work as efficiently as the Cruciatus curse, it was still too impersonal, almost sterile as he stood, detached with a wand extended. The sensation of flesh and bone, the solidity of a body between his knees, and the gurgling chorus of aspirated gore mingling with the groans of the truly agonized combined like the cadence of a love sonnet sent straight from his prey to his ears, the wooing words of a would be lover.

And Lucius had unfortunately come between his newest suitor.

The corners of his mouth twitched, the growling rage that had spurred him into action a moment before swelled until he could taste it in the back of his throat. Lucius wanted magic?

Wordlessly, Rodolphus leveled his knotted wand with the back of the focused blond a few steps in front of him and cast a hurling hex with a vicious swipe of his arm. Already he prepared to follow it with another for Sirius, a jagged hex that looked like a bolt of amaranthine colored lightening.

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[info]_withoutacause
2012-02-18 05:39 am UTC (link)
At first he could bear it. The punch, while unexpected, was nothing he hadn't dealt with before. He sat with her jaw clenched, determined not to let these bastards break him.

Lucius' hex with harder, but his mother had been very fond of it and he'd learned to block the feeling of his blood practically boiling in his veins. He gritted his teeth and glared up at Lucius, as if daring him to do his worst.

The lightning took him by surprise. He'd been so focused, so tense, that the tremors didn't even register at first. But suddenly his entire body was taught as a bowstring and every muscle was vibrating and snapping like rubberbands. The pain that followed a moment later set him keening, every hair on his body standing on end as he shook and shook and shook....

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[info]recruitment_npc
2012-02-18 11:06 am UTC (link)
Observing his subjects attack the blood traitor was like a fine symphony playing in his ears. Voldemort was surprised at how resilient his prey was, but after another several rounds of this, he would make certain to break him enough to implant the necessary thoughts and trigger.

When Rodolphus acted uncouthly and resorted to physical violence, a small twitch in his lip was starting to form, yet he still allowed the act to continue. He'd given his permission for Lucius to intervene, and when he noticed the zeal in Rodolphus's body charging him for a display of magic on his ally, Lord Voldemort stepped in with wand lifted, casting a wordless shield charm and staring coldly at Rodolphus. "Focus your efforts on the blood traitor," he stated pointedly, all traces of a drawl or hiss absent from his low voice. He would deal with this one later.

Turning on Sirius, he felt Lucius step aside and release his spell, leaving the prey for the Dark Lord. He watched the pain on the boy's face with unsympathetic eyes. Pointing his wand at him, he cast a full-body bind and immersed himself in the boy's mind. There, he proceeded to break down the walls of resistance, implanting thoughts of blood purity, hatred toward muggle filth, and a healthy loathing for everyone in Gryffindor. He saw the memories of pranks and good times with his insipid friends, striking those down as well.

When he noted a particular statue more than a handful of times, Voldemort placed a mental trigger on that image to cause a momentary lapse into darkness, so that anyone around Sirius would be affected by the change in his personality, reflecting blood purity ideals like a proper pureblood should. He also left a lingering appreciation for the Black family's legacy as an impeccable Wizarding line, finally emerging with a pleased gasp, stepping back from his work. Turning to his followers, he watched each in turn, cool gaze lingering on Rodolphus for a moment longer before he moved past them both with a final warning to each:

"Leave no traces of tonight, except for internal reminders of what has transpired. Lucius," he hissed, eyes trailing over the suddenly kneeling blond, "erase the memories of tonight. Rodolphus," he addressed, voice hardening and eyes narrowing, "Heed my warning. Your actions tonight will not go unpunished." The loud CRACK seemed to bounce off the concrete walls, leaving the two Death Eaters alone with an abused Sirius Black.

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