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Nightfall
(Percy/Harry for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
emiime by way of coffee_n_cocoa, "nightfall", R if you squint, 1044 words)
"I still don't like you much," Percy told the slender-limbed figure sprawled over his pillows. "You're arrogant, rude, belligerent..."
"Ah." Arms were folded over a thin but, Percy couldn't help but acknowledge, rather nice-looking chest. "You like the way I fuck, then."
"Obscene too," Percy groused, pushing his horn-rimmed glasses onto his nose to properly glare at the saviour of the wizarding world draped naked over his bed.
"Oh yes," said saviour agreed, running a suggestive fingertip over his soft prick. Percy liked Potter's eyes without glasses. Not because they were as pretty as the papers claimed – though they were – but because they made his face softer, looking innocent even when he was stroking himself.
"You still shouldn't have brushed off the Minister like that." Even the morning after the evening before, it niggled. "Offering you Senior Aurorship, with no formal training..."
"Scrimgeour just wants a figurehead," Potter said flatly, and in a flash Percy understood why this could never work. Potter was being offered everything Percy had to slave for on a silver platter, and didn't give a damn. Better end this now, when it was nothing but a mad flash of passion. For Potter, sleeping with men was just one more thing that set him apart from all others. For Percy, it would mean the end of his career.
"You took a mad risk yesterday," he mumbled, the words strangely bulky on his tongue. "If someone had seen us-"
Potter, silencing Percy's accusatory snarl under his mouth with the carpeted door to Scrimgeour's office not even fully closed, sharp fingers immobilising Percy's wrists, a hot body trapping him against the wall... Percy's world had tilted sharply, and then some raw, half-forgotten part of him had clutched back, a fierce, feral thing that had wrung a whimper out of Potter himself. They'd made it out of the Ministry – unseen, Percy prayed in retrospect – and tumbled into the Floo to Percy's flat still wrapped around each other.
Clear-headed now, Percy worried what signals he'd been sending. Was there something... obvious about him, or had it all been Potter, Legilimens and flaunting it?
It looked as if Potter picked lovers who disliked him – the papers had squeezed the most out of his disastrous affair with Draco Malfoy right after the war. Not that Percy followed Potter's press, of course, but the Minister expected his staff to be familiar with the things that occupied the wizard on the street. Percy certainly fit the pattern.
"That's all right," Potter said, arching his back into the pillow. "I don't mind being your dirty little secret."
"That's not it!" Percy protested, even though it was, wasn't it? "I can't see you jumping to tell my brothers either!" Potter's face closed, and made Percy wonder how Ron had taken Harry's public coming out. He couldn't very well ask, not after what had happened when Arthur had found out about Percy only weeks after Percy'd left Hogwarts. Only now, years later, Percy was able to consider that his father's fury at him joining Fudge's staff might have had other reasons than that a queer son must needs be a traitor. Back then, though, Percy's skin had been fairywing-thin, and rejection had cut him to the bone beyond repair. Either way, Harry hooking up with the family traitor would not be something the Weasleys would accept.
He hadn't had anyone in his bed, no chance to lazily explore skin and revel in gasped responses since he'd started work at the Ministry.
Potter grabbed him when Percy reached for his robes, pulling him down on the bed to stroke his mouth over Percy's collarbone before nibbling at the most prominent freckles there. A glimpse at the clock told Percy that he was nowhere near late yet, apart from his habit of showing up at the office one hour before everybody else just in case. Well, bugger it only this once! He relaxed under Potter's lips, running fingertips up and down his flank and smiled at the soft intake of breath against his chest.
And found himself flipped onto his back, grinning green eyes sparkling when Potter kissed the tip of his nose. Then the sinful mouth trailed downwards, pausing to nip at nipples and belly-button before Potter buried his face in the crease between Percy's hip and thigh where Percy's legs had splayed open. Hair tickled Percy's prick and made it twitch for all that it had certainly been sated and more during the night. The feel of Potter sucking small red marks on the most tender flesh on Percy's body left all his hairs standing up in the most pleasurable way possible.
Potter had turned out a generous, wicked lover, although the awed surprise he'd shown at Percy's tenderness had told Percy that whatever skills Draco Malfoy must have imparted on him, acquiring them had come with a price.
But even as Percy shuddered under the ministrations, he wondered. Surely Potter could not think he had to seduce him to be allowed to return, not a non-entity like Percy? Still, the young man's gaze was hooded in a way that reminded Percy of the shy boy squeezed between Ron and a twin at the Burrow's kitchen table, smiling nervously and trying to take up as little space as possible.
Almost regretfully, he pulled Potter up and into his arms until they lay chest to chest and Potter's mad hair tickled the side of Percy's face. He kissed Potter's light frown and then his mouth, gentle and without any of the urgency that had coloured the night before. Then he shooed the boy off the bed and reached for his robes at last.
"Will I see you at nightfall?" Potter asked, glasses in hand and not quite meeting Percy's eyes under the pretense of shaking out his crumpled sweater.
"Yes," Percy said, eyes full of wild mop of black hair and tense spine, and then again, "Yes, Harry. Until nightfall."
To Me
(Harry/Lucius forannephoenix by way of lysa1, "collar", NC-17, 959 words)
The boy bristles like an outraged cat, his neck muscles rigid as the collar snaps shut around his throat. Lucius steps back to admire his handiwork. A tasteful, thin circle of metal encloses Potter's smooth neck, as black as the hair straggling over it as the boy shakes his head from side to side like a pet on a new leash. Yes, this will do fine, Lucius decides. He's not a subtle man, but here, a symbol will achieve more than brute force. After all, the boy has come to him.
He lifts Potter's chin with a finger, meeting furious green eyes behind glass, and a warm glow suffuses his groin. He will not insult himself – or his late master – by pretending that this is just vengeance on the Dark Lord's killer. It's not. It's all about Potter.
With a wand flick, he divests Potter of his clothes, surprisingly respectable ones for a Muggle-raised halfblood. Trousers, shirt, boots and summer cloak in black and scarlet reappear to fold themselves on the chair by the door, and Lucius admires the expanse of skin bared for his perusal. A few nearly healed marks from the final battle, although for all that Potter defeated the Dark Lord, he walked away from it with only a few scratches. They all had, apart from Voldemort.
Too thin and scrawny to be pretty, Lucius observes, ignoring the boy's angrily thinning lips, except for the striking colours. A wiry sort of strength, though, under all that flustered modesty. And oh, the defiance! Lucius smiles slowly. Another flick, and twin metal bracelets appear round Potter's wrists, pulling them up to his head as they weld themselves to the back of the collar until Potter's elbows stand up behind his ears like the wings of a minuscule butterfly.
The boy wobbles, snarls until Lucius shoves him back against the wall hard; only his upturned arms cushion him from banging his head against stone. The snarl morphs into a horrified gasp when Lucius closes his fingers around Potter's soft prick, which first seems to deflate even further, then twitches under the rough kneading. Oh yes! As much as Lucius wants to curse the Ministry for inflicting this travesty of a 'peace agreement' on them, he has to admit that there is sheer, fitting beauty in this.
"Soon," Lucius promises sweetly, and really, the way Potter is baring teeth at him is just too precious. But that sort of insolence has to go.
A third wand flick whips the boy around as the collar fuses itself to the wall, leaving him gasping for breath with his cheek pressed into the stone wall. Quite a handsome backside, Lucius thinks and runs his hand over it possessively while smirking at the goose-pimples his touch evokes in Potter. And ultimately, much too pretty to leave unmarked.
He lifts his cane from the table, running the snake fangs of the handle up the inside of Potter's armpit. The ice-cold tickle provokes a yelp, and Lucius grins broadly behind Potter's back. After a melodramatic pause, he deals Potter's pert little arse cheeks two sharp blows that quickly colour into red welts. The boy groans into the wall at the third, delivered with considerably more force, and Lucius turns the cane to strike the last with the handle. A few red drops spill from the graze where the serpent fang has bitten down.
Lucius bends down to place the cane on the floor, and then pauses on one knee to lick the blood off the fleshy swell of Potter's buttock. The metallic tang blooming on his tongue is as sweet as Potter's panicked wriggle.
"Bastard!" the boy groans, silence broken at last, and Lucius permits himself to press up against his backside, the heated flesh burning against his thighs and prick.
"But it's what you asked for," he murmurs into a sweaty strand of hair curling below the boy's ear, and above the collar. "You came to me, remember?"
This time, the little martyr remains wisely silent.
There is an underhanded compliment in picking him as the worst of Voldemort's former chosen, if only to protect his friend from passing into Lucius' hands instead. Well, not entirely – there was no way Lucius could have missed the hard look passing between Potter and Lupin when the werewolf walked up to pick Greyback. Young Potter, Lucius muses as he coats his cock with oil, unable to resist the throb and the lure of the boy's arse any longer, is extraordinarily protective of his little band of friends. In the end, it will make bending him to Lucius' will so much easier.
Slowly, but without allowing Potter time to adjust, he sinks into the yielding arse of the boy, reveling in the shocked little bird cry that flutters from his throat at being breached. Yes, let him writhe to remind him that it was his 'victory' over the Dark that brought him to this.
Ultimately, Lucius has absolutely no qualms to allow the boy a bit of payback in the months to come, if he plays the game well. How better to instill a mutual bond after nurturing Potter's fury at the Ministry. He wants Potter and his crowd on his side in the end, if only to impress on Rufus Scrimgeour just how badly his plan to 'contain' the warring parties by binding them together in this has backfired.
For now, however, Lucius settles himself for a night of pleasure at Potter's expense - which is, after all, exactly what they both deserve.
Nightfall
(Percy/Harry for
emiime by way of coffee_n_cocoa, "nightfall", R if you squint, 1044 words)"I still don't like you much," Percy told the slender-limbed figure sprawled over his pillows. "You're arrogant, rude, belligerent..."
"Ah." Arms were folded over a thin but, Percy couldn't help but acknowledge, rather nice-looking chest. "You like the way I fuck, then."
"Obscene too," Percy groused, pushing his horn-rimmed glasses onto his nose to properly glare at the saviour of the wizarding world draped naked over his bed.
"Oh yes," said saviour agreed, running a suggestive fingertip over his soft prick. Percy liked Potter's eyes without glasses. Not because they were as pretty as the papers claimed – though they were – but because they made his face softer, looking innocent even when he was stroking himself.
"You still shouldn't have brushed off the Minister like that." Even the morning after the evening before, it niggled. "Offering you Senior Aurorship, with no formal training..."
"Scrimgeour just wants a figurehead," Potter said flatly, and in a flash Percy understood why this could never work. Potter was being offered everything Percy had to slave for on a silver platter, and didn't give a damn. Better end this now, when it was nothing but a mad flash of passion. For Potter, sleeping with men was just one more thing that set him apart from all others. For Percy, it would mean the end of his career.
"You took a mad risk yesterday," he mumbled, the words strangely bulky on his tongue. "If someone had seen us-"
Potter, silencing Percy's accusatory snarl under his mouth with the carpeted door to Scrimgeour's office not even fully closed, sharp fingers immobilising Percy's wrists, a hot body trapping him against the wall... Percy's world had tilted sharply, and then some raw, half-forgotten part of him had clutched back, a fierce, feral thing that had wrung a whimper out of Potter himself. They'd made it out of the Ministry – unseen, Percy prayed in retrospect – and tumbled into the Floo to Percy's flat still wrapped around each other.
Clear-headed now, Percy worried what signals he'd been sending. Was there something... obvious about him, or had it all been Potter, Legilimens and flaunting it?
It looked as if Potter picked lovers who disliked him – the papers had squeezed the most out of his disastrous affair with Draco Malfoy right after the war. Not that Percy followed Potter's press, of course, but the Minister expected his staff to be familiar with the things that occupied the wizard on the street. Percy certainly fit the pattern.
"That's all right," Potter said, arching his back into the pillow. "I don't mind being your dirty little secret."
"That's not it!" Percy protested, even though it was, wasn't it? "I can't see you jumping to tell my brothers either!" Potter's face closed, and made Percy wonder how Ron had taken Harry's public coming out. He couldn't very well ask, not after what had happened when Arthur had found out about Percy only weeks after Percy'd left Hogwarts. Only now, years later, Percy was able to consider that his father's fury at him joining Fudge's staff might have had other reasons than that a queer son must needs be a traitor. Back then, though, Percy's skin had been fairywing-thin, and rejection had cut him to the bone beyond repair. Either way, Harry hooking up with the family traitor would not be something the Weasleys would accept.
He hadn't had anyone in his bed, no chance to lazily explore skin and revel in gasped responses since he'd started work at the Ministry.
Potter grabbed him when Percy reached for his robes, pulling him down on the bed to stroke his mouth over Percy's collarbone before nibbling at the most prominent freckles there. A glimpse at the clock told Percy that he was nowhere near late yet, apart from his habit of showing up at the office one hour before everybody else just in case. Well, bugger it only this once! He relaxed under Potter's lips, running fingertips up and down his flank and smiled at the soft intake of breath against his chest.
And found himself flipped onto his back, grinning green eyes sparkling when Potter kissed the tip of his nose. Then the sinful mouth trailed downwards, pausing to nip at nipples and belly-button before Potter buried his face in the crease between Percy's hip and thigh where Percy's legs had splayed open. Hair tickled Percy's prick and made it twitch for all that it had certainly been sated and more during the night. The feel of Potter sucking small red marks on the most tender flesh on Percy's body left all his hairs standing up in the most pleasurable way possible.
Potter had turned out a generous, wicked lover, although the awed surprise he'd shown at Percy's tenderness had told Percy that whatever skills Draco Malfoy must have imparted on him, acquiring them had come with a price.
But even as Percy shuddered under the ministrations, he wondered. Surely Potter could not think he had to seduce him to be allowed to return, not a non-entity like Percy? Still, the young man's gaze was hooded in a way that reminded Percy of the shy boy squeezed between Ron and a twin at the Burrow's kitchen table, smiling nervously and trying to take up as little space as possible.
Almost regretfully, he pulled Potter up and into his arms until they lay chest to chest and Potter's mad hair tickled the side of Percy's face. He kissed Potter's light frown and then his mouth, gentle and without any of the urgency that had coloured the night before. Then he shooed the boy off the bed and reached for his robes at last.
"Will I see you at nightfall?" Potter asked, glasses in hand and not quite meeting Percy's eyes under the pretense of shaking out his crumpled sweater.
"Yes," Percy said, eyes full of wild mop of black hair and tense spine, and then again, "Yes, Harry. Until nightfall."
To Me
(Harry/Lucius for
annephoenix by way of lysa1, "collar", NC-17, 959 words)The boy bristles like an outraged cat, his neck muscles rigid as the collar snaps shut around his throat. Lucius steps back to admire his handiwork. A tasteful, thin circle of metal encloses Potter's smooth neck, as black as the hair straggling over it as the boy shakes his head from side to side like a pet on a new leash. Yes, this will do fine, Lucius decides. He's not a subtle man, but here, a symbol will achieve more than brute force. After all, the boy has come to him.
He lifts Potter's chin with a finger, meeting furious green eyes behind glass, and a warm glow suffuses his groin. He will not insult himself – or his late master – by pretending that this is just vengeance on the Dark Lord's killer. It's not. It's all about Potter.
With a wand flick, he divests Potter of his clothes, surprisingly respectable ones for a Muggle-raised halfblood. Trousers, shirt, boots and summer cloak in black and scarlet reappear to fold themselves on the chair by the door, and Lucius admires the expanse of skin bared for his perusal. A few nearly healed marks from the final battle, although for all that Potter defeated the Dark Lord, he walked away from it with only a few scratches. They all had, apart from Voldemort.
Too thin and scrawny to be pretty, Lucius observes, ignoring the boy's angrily thinning lips, except for the striking colours. A wiry sort of strength, though, under all that flustered modesty. And oh, the defiance! Lucius smiles slowly. Another flick, and twin metal bracelets appear round Potter's wrists, pulling them up to his head as they weld themselves to the back of the collar until Potter's elbows stand up behind his ears like the wings of a minuscule butterfly.
The boy wobbles, snarls until Lucius shoves him back against the wall hard; only his upturned arms cushion him from banging his head against stone. The snarl morphs into a horrified gasp when Lucius closes his fingers around Potter's soft prick, which first seems to deflate even further, then twitches under the rough kneading. Oh yes! As much as Lucius wants to curse the Ministry for inflicting this travesty of a 'peace agreement' on them, he has to admit that there is sheer, fitting beauty in this.
"Soon," Lucius promises sweetly, and really, the way Potter is baring teeth at him is just too precious. But that sort of insolence has to go.
A third wand flick whips the boy around as the collar fuses itself to the wall, leaving him gasping for breath with his cheek pressed into the stone wall. Quite a handsome backside, Lucius thinks and runs his hand over it possessively while smirking at the goose-pimples his touch evokes in Potter. And ultimately, much too pretty to leave unmarked.
He lifts his cane from the table, running the snake fangs of the handle up the inside of Potter's armpit. The ice-cold tickle provokes a yelp, and Lucius grins broadly behind Potter's back. After a melodramatic pause, he deals Potter's pert little arse cheeks two sharp blows that quickly colour into red welts. The boy groans into the wall at the third, delivered with considerably more force, and Lucius turns the cane to strike the last with the handle. A few red drops spill from the graze where the serpent fang has bitten down.
Lucius bends down to place the cane on the floor, and then pauses on one knee to lick the blood off the fleshy swell of Potter's buttock. The metallic tang blooming on his tongue is as sweet as Potter's panicked wriggle.
"Bastard!" the boy groans, silence broken at last, and Lucius permits himself to press up against his backside, the heated flesh burning against his thighs and prick.
"But it's what you asked for," he murmurs into a sweaty strand of hair curling below the boy's ear, and above the collar. "You came to me, remember?"
This time, the little martyr remains wisely silent.
There is an underhanded compliment in picking him as the worst of Voldemort's former chosen, if only to protect his friend from passing into Lucius' hands instead. Well, not entirely – there was no way Lucius could have missed the hard look passing between Potter and Lupin when the werewolf walked up to pick Greyback. Young Potter, Lucius muses as he coats his cock with oil, unable to resist the throb and the lure of the boy's arse any longer, is extraordinarily protective of his little band of friends. In the end, it will make bending him to Lucius' will so much easier.
Slowly, but without allowing Potter time to adjust, he sinks into the yielding arse of the boy, reveling in the shocked little bird cry that flutters from his throat at being breached. Yes, let him writhe to remind him that it was his 'victory' over the Dark that brought him to this.
Ultimately, Lucius has absolutely no qualms to allow the boy a bit of payback in the months to come, if he plays the game well. How better to instill a mutual bond after nurturing Potter's fury at the Ministry. He wants Potter and his crowd on his side in the end, if only to impress on Rufus Scrimgeour just how badly his plan to 'contain' the warring parties by binding them together in this has backfired.
For now, however, Lucius settles himself for a night of pleasure at Potter's expense - which is, after all, exactly what they both deserve.
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Date: 2007-06-17 09:50 pm (UTC)Doing that sort of Lucius always feels like coming home ;).
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Date: 2007-06-17 09:29 pm (UTC)GAH!!!! *DIES* Fucking HELL!!! That was beyond hot. *marries you* :D
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Date: 2007-06-17 09:53 pm (UTC)*marries you* :D
You don't want to, believe me! ;)
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Date: 2007-06-17 10:10 pm (UTC)Oh,
(And the second one is fantastic as well. You write H/Lu soooo well!)
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Date: 2007-06-17 10:33 pm (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2007-06-18 02:15 am (UTC)Also, I'm on a kind of Percy kick right now... the first was quite excellent :).
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Date: 2007-06-18 06:28 pm (UTC)... or so Lucius likes to believe ;). Thank you - I'm so happy you liked them both!
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Date: 2007-06-18 05:41 am (UTC)(I tried SO hard not to go all flaily and capslocky and keysmashy!)
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Date: 2007-06-19 10:35 am (UTC)Baby, you just killed me DED!
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Date: 2007-06-18 08:15 am (UTC)There's my brain gone for the rest of the morning.
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Date: 2007-06-18 06:35 pm (UTC)Thank you, love!
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Date: 2007-06-18 11:03 am (UTC)*loves and loves*
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Date: 2007-06-18 07:03 pm (UTC)Plot bit stolen from my current daily_deviant project for lack of independent ideas. Glad it worked :).
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Date: 2007-06-18 06:13 pm (UTC)(every bit AS MUCH for the Harry/Percy as the Harry/Lucius.)
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Date: 2007-07-28 01:36 pm (UTC)*purrr* need to read more... HP/LM rules!!! Though the Percy fic was cool, too - I've not exacly read many of those, before, but it definitely is an interesting pairing. *sighs happily*
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Date: 2007-07-28 06:48 pm (UTC)It was great fun coming back to my favourite pairing after long absence - and Percy/Harry... I like that a lot, but it's not very common, so having an excuse to try it out was fun ;).