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salixbabylonTitle: Chafed and Raw
Pairing: Lucius Malfoy/Barty Crouch, Jr.
Word Count: 779
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: JKR owns everything. I just like to play naughty games with her dollies. Also = Canon? What Canon?
Summary: Lucius hosts an enjoyable evening with the new DE recruits. As requested by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Chafed and Raw
It was on the first night Lucius met them that they attracted his attention. There were several new young members present at the gathering at Malfoy Manor. The first wave of recruits had already joined Lord Voldemort's following; this was the second. They were even younger than the previous group had been, some of them still boys not yet finished at Hogwarts.
The two who caught his eye that particular night were the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement's son, Bartemius Crouch, Junior, and a younger son of Narcissa's father's sister, Regulus Black. The two boys were graceful, beautiful, and still a touch innocent. Perfect in almost every way for Lucius' particular vices.
Unfortunately Regulus was a bit too young and well-connected to Lucius; Narcissa might purposefully look away from most of his dalliances, but surely bringing her tender cousin to his bed would test their arrangement needlessly. He was barely seventeen and Lucius could certainly wait until he'd finished his schooling.
Which meant that he turned his attention instead to the young Master Crouch, who invited Lucius to address him as "Barty." Lucius did not request the same familiarity, and relished the boy's slight peevishness in his enunciation of "Mr. Malfoy" over the course of the evening.
Unlike Regulus, whose youth showed in his nervous eagerness to please and be found pleasing, Barty had no such docility. His conversation was spirited and strident, bold and cocky, but with the occasional hint of bravado that betrayed an underlying insecurity which caused Lucius' balls to tingle.
He grinned as he summed an elf to bring them both some wine, letting his teeth show in a way more feral than welcoming. It did not take much to get the young man where Lucius wanted him – a few glasses of Bordeaux and a bit of fawning, a firm hand on the elbow, and an offer to show Barty the family gallery upstairs while Narcissa showed the majority of the guests into the garden.
Before he seemed to even know what was happening to him, the young man was kneeling on the floor, hands bound behind him, a black rubber ball gag stretching his lips in an obscenely delicious grimace. The thin, flexible end of a long whip had been wrapped around the length of his over-eager cock, and Lucius was jerking it, in a rough approximation of stroking, while Barty groaned and writhed as he tried to obey Lucius' commands to withhold his climax and threats at what sort of punishments would follow his disobedience.
Of course there was no chance of Barty's success, Lucius thought with a gleeful surge of power. The lad was too young, not even twenty, and unused to such games. Lucius was pleased, although of course did not show it, at how little time it took before his victim was groaning and ejaculating copiously onto the dark mahogany floor.
A bit later, he noted with special delight the discomfort Barty was experiencing, heels digging into his raw and red arse, kneeling as he ran the tip of his tongue along the length of Lucius' heavy cock; the whip had come in handy for several purposes tonight.
When he could no longer stay wholly silent, Lucius chastised the young man for fidgeting, and ordered him to sit back onto his heels and stay there. One light, fingers-only slap across the face and a threat to leave had Barty complying eagerly, straining forward for Lucius' cock, licking his swollen lips in a nervous flicker.
The red of the youth's mouth was so very charming, and was such a lovely contrast with his creamy complexion, that Lucius saw no reason to resist holding that eager mouth and fucking it hard. After all, the ball gag and its straps had already left the skin chafed, so why not enjoy it fully?
Of course he didn't allow the young man to swallow his release – the Malfoy seed was far too precious, he told Barty, to be spent quenching the thirst of such a willing slut.
It was gratifying indeed that Barty, as he made ready to Disapparate a few hours later, enquired as to whether he might be allowed to return. The eagerness visible in the repeated unconscious licking of his lips, chasing the last remnants of flavor and soothing the rawness of his skin, would have made Lucius groan aloud if his self-control was not so complete.
Yes indeed, Lucius was going to have to reconsider His Lordship's suggestion that he take some of the new recruits into his private tutelage. After all, it would be such a shame not to pass along his expertise to the younger generation.
~end~
Pairing: Lucius Malfoy/Barty Crouch, Jr.
Word Count: 779
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: JKR owns everything. I just like to play naughty games with her dollies. Also = Canon? What Canon?
Summary: Lucius hosts an enjoyable evening with the new DE recruits. As requested by
todd_loves_mc.It was on the first night Lucius met them that they attracted his attention. There were several new young members present at the gathering at Malfoy Manor. The first wave of recruits had already joined Lord Voldemort's following; this was the second. They were even younger than the previous group had been, some of them still boys not yet finished at Hogwarts.
The two who caught his eye that particular night were the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement's son, Bartemius Crouch, Junior, and a younger son of Narcissa's father's sister, Regulus Black. The two boys were graceful, beautiful, and still a touch innocent. Perfect in almost every way for Lucius' particular vices.
Unfortunately Regulus was a bit too young and well-connected to Lucius; Narcissa might purposefully look away from most of his dalliances, but surely bringing her tender cousin to his bed would test their arrangement needlessly. He was barely seventeen and Lucius could certainly wait until he'd finished his schooling.
Which meant that he turned his attention instead to the young Master Crouch, who invited Lucius to address him as "Barty." Lucius did not request the same familiarity, and relished the boy's slight peevishness in his enunciation of "Mr. Malfoy" over the course of the evening.
Unlike Regulus, whose youth showed in his nervous eagerness to please and be found pleasing, Barty had no such docility. His conversation was spirited and strident, bold and cocky, but with the occasional hint of bravado that betrayed an underlying insecurity which caused Lucius' balls to tingle.
He grinned as he summed an elf to bring them both some wine, letting his teeth show in a way more feral than welcoming. It did not take much to get the young man where Lucius wanted him – a few glasses of Bordeaux and a bit of fawning, a firm hand on the elbow, and an offer to show Barty the family gallery upstairs while Narcissa showed the majority of the guests into the garden.
Before he seemed to even know what was happening to him, the young man was kneeling on the floor, hands bound behind him, a black rubber ball gag stretching his lips in an obscenely delicious grimace. The thin, flexible end of a long whip had been wrapped around the length of his over-eager cock, and Lucius was jerking it, in a rough approximation of stroking, while Barty groaned and writhed as he tried to obey Lucius' commands to withhold his climax and threats at what sort of punishments would follow his disobedience.
Of course there was no chance of Barty's success, Lucius thought with a gleeful surge of power. The lad was too young, not even twenty, and unused to such games. Lucius was pleased, although of course did not show it, at how little time it took before his victim was groaning and ejaculating copiously onto the dark mahogany floor.
A bit later, he noted with special delight the discomfort Barty was experiencing, heels digging into his raw and red arse, kneeling as he ran the tip of his tongue along the length of Lucius' heavy cock; the whip had come in handy for several purposes tonight.
When he could no longer stay wholly silent, Lucius chastised the young man for fidgeting, and ordered him to sit back onto his heels and stay there. One light, fingers-only slap across the face and a threat to leave had Barty complying eagerly, straining forward for Lucius' cock, licking his swollen lips in a nervous flicker.
The red of the youth's mouth was so very charming, and was such a lovely contrast with his creamy complexion, that Lucius saw no reason to resist holding that eager mouth and fucking it hard. After all, the ball gag and its straps had already left the skin chafed, so why not enjoy it fully?
Of course he didn't allow the young man to swallow his release – the Malfoy seed was far too precious, he told Barty, to be spent quenching the thirst of such a willing slut.
It was gratifying indeed that Barty, as he made ready to Disapparate a few hours later, enquired as to whether he might be allowed to return. The eagerness visible in the repeated unconscious licking of his lips, chasing the last remnants of flavor and soothing the rawness of his skin, would have made Lucius groan aloud if his self-control was not so complete.
Yes indeed, Lucius was going to have to reconsider His Lordship's suggestion that he take some of the new recruits into his private tutelage. After all, it would be such a shame not to pass along his expertise to the younger generation.
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Date: 2007-08-11 08:34 pm (UTC)thanks for writing it for me :)
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Date: 2007-08-12 11:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-11 10:33 pm (UTC)That's damn good fic
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