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Lucius Malfoy found himself in a no-win situation. Above all things, Malfoy's were survivors and would do whatever was deemed necessary to save their own skin. Even if that meant betraying everything they had ever stood for. He was ashamed to realize that his eighteen-year-old son had been wiser than he. Draco had refused to take the Mark in his final year at Hogwarts and informed his father he would rather be dead than serve an insane creature. Too late, Lucius saw clearly just how low the chance was of the Dark Lord actually winning this war. And so he made his decision.
Two hours later found him in Dumbledore’s office along with Severus Snape and Harry Potter. Ostensibly, the Order of the Phoenix currently had its headquarters in a little-known portion of Hogwarts. It was here he found his request to join the Order categorically refused. He had thought to simply exchange one position of power for another, but that was apparently not to be.
“I am afraid, Mr. Malfoy, that we simply cannot allow that,” stated Dumbledore patiently.
Snape snorted. “I should hope not.”
Desperate, Lucius decided that whinging was apparently called for. And whatever else he had to do to prove his allegiance. “I can give you the locations of all the Death Eaters meeting places.”
“We already have that information. You have no bargaining point,” Harry snapped. This war had dragged on for way too long. In the process, something in Harry had hardened, leaving him impatient with those he distrusted. It could be partially because he had been spending an inordinate amount of time with his battle partner-cum-lover, Severus Snape. He refused to consider that, however.
“What can I do to convince you my sincerity?”
“I’m afraid there’s nothing you can do, no information you can give us, that will allow you into the Order. That requires trust, and quite simply, Mr. Malfoy, we don’t trust you. If you wish to join the side of the Light I see no objection. We welcome it. However, we cannot allow you to be a part of the very organization running the battle on behalf of the Light.” As he finished speaking, Dumbledore gave the man a gentle, understanding look, one with an edge of knowing.
Eyes glinting and pride refusing to allow him to bend and scrape before this man whom Voldemort so feared, Lucius fell silent. At least here he would not be required to kiss the hands or feet on the older wizard in front of him. Nor was he expected to bow.
“Harry, Severus…could you show our guest to his rooms? I’m sure he would like some rest.”
Despite the wording, it was clear to all in the room that this was not a request. Standing, and sketching a modestly mocking bow to Dumbledore, Lucius turned and followed the men out of the room. In silence they descended to the dungeons, and Severus stopped before a door not far from where his own chambers were located.
In Parseltongue, Potter spoke to the serpent guarding the door and waited for it to crack open before turning to Lucius with a short, “You may enter the chamber by saying her name. It’s Slerissan.” Ready to be rid of Malfoy’s company, Harry turned in the direction of Severus’ rooms and continued walking.
At Malfoy’s raised eyebrow, Snape simply said, “That does not concern you,” before he too headed for his rooms. He could hear their door close with a resounding thump as he pulled the door to his own chambers open wide enough to get into the room. An image of Potter and Snape together in bed flashed through his head.
Well, he thought with a snort as he pulled his door closed behind him, it may not concern me, but it certainly does give me an idea of how to prove my loyalty. Besides, the boy can hardly resist given what he has to work with.
Smug and resolved to put his plan in action on the morrow, he undressed and slid into the bed with a grateful sigh moments before sleep claimed him. The ludicrous thought of Harry actually enjoying sex with Snape enough to refuse him followed him into sleep.
The next morning during breakfast, Lucius paid careful attention to the interaction between Potter and Snape. He noticed that while they sat together, they rarely touched, and not once did he see their lips meet. Yet there was an air about them: that which proclaimed they belonged to each other. Perhaps it was the way their bodies leaned toward each other or the way Potter moved the sugar bowl towards Snape as the man poured his tea, or the way Snape fed Potter’s owl as the bird delivered the mail.
No matter, Lucius thought, secure in his Veela heritage and his wintry good looks. There hadn’t been a person that he had failed to seduce, and he refused to believe there might be one now. It would be difficult, but not impossible, especially given the fact that he had waited as long as he had to defect and had given his son difficulties when he had refused the Mark. He simply had to get Potter alone. He looked up from his meal to see that Potter had left his place at the High Table and was headed out the teacher’s entrance towards the dungeons.
Ah, perfect. Lucius waited for a minute before he also got up and left; however, he went through the doors of the Great Hall in an effort to throw the hound off the scent, so to speak. He ducked into a little-used corridor and pressed his fingers into the helm of a knight,
revealing a hidden passage. Quickly, he made his way through it to appear in the hall behind Harry as he made his way leisurely to the dungeons.
Begin as you mean to go on, Lucius my boy. “Mr. Potter, a word if you please,” he called out to Harry’s back.
Harry stopped with a small groan. Not now. I don’t want to deal with whatever tactic he’s come up with now. Marshalling his emotions, he turned to face the obnoxious blonde coming toward him, outwardly calm and collected. It was a trick he had picked up from Severus. Inwardly, his blood raced under his skin.
“What can I do for you, Mr. Malfoy?” he asked as the man came within speaking distance. The fact that he couldn’t stand the man in front of him did not mean he couldn’t be polite. He immediately slammed up his internal defences and made ready to activate external ones at the ingratiating smile that greeted his question. He supposed Malfoy meant for it to be charming, but it most assuredly was not.
“You have it wrong, Mr. Potter. You should be asking what I could do for you. I have something to propose to you. One I’m certain you will agree to. It should, however, be discussed in private. Perhaps your chambers?” he suggested, raising an elegant brow.
“I think not, Mr. Malfoy. We can talk in here,” Harry replied, motioning to an empty classroom to his right.
Lucius frowned slightly before the smile once again took up residence on his face. This was no time to appear less than subservient. Not if his plan was to work. Preceding Harry into the room, he walked to a desk and sat negligently on the edge, making certain to present the best view of himself possible to Harry’s eyes.
“Now then, why don’t you tell me what it is you want?” Impatient and still suspicious, Harry walked a small way into the room while staying close enough to the door that he could reach it if he needed to.
“You are currently with Severus, yes,” drawled Lucius, more as a statement than a question. At Harry’s puzzled nod, he went on: “Given the scarcity of worthy choices here, I propose myself for your pleasure. For your…amusement, if you will. As a show of good will, of course. I am willing to place myself at your disposal, to meet whatever needs may…arise.”
Harry choked. Surely I couldn’t have heard correctly. “Malfoy, are you propositioning me?”
Lucius’ eyes narrowed. “Not at all. I am willingly offering myself as your slave to do with as you wish, in an effort to prove my loyalty. I will even extend the offer to include your…Severus,” he spat the name like a curse, “ifyou deem it necessary for me to do so.” His tone clearly indicated that he thought it not only unnecessary, but abhorrent as well.
Harry smiled, a devious, vicious little thing. He gave Malfoy an appraising glance, taking in the fine figure, the lovely hair and the cold, contemptuous mouth. Oh yes. Severus should be back in the room by now. “Come with me, Malfoy,” he snapped, turning to open the door as he spoke.
Reaching the door to the rooms he and Severus shared, he simply said, “Wait here,” before speaking to the snake guarding the door. He stuck his head around the jamb and called for Severus. When Severus appeared and pushed the door open wider, he gave his mate a meaningful look and merely said, “Malfoy has a proposal. We’ll explain when we get to his rooms.”
Looking
speculatively at Lucius, then back to Harry, Severus nodded. He stepped through the door and pulled it closed behind him.
The trip to Malfoy’s suite was made in silence, one that made Lucius vaguely uncomfortable. He felt as though something important was eluding him, something he needed to know. He was confident that even though he was required to bed Snape, he would acquit himself well enough to be accepted. Opening the door, he swept to the side and invited his guests in with an extravagant gesture.
Once inside, Severus turned to Harry and asked softly, “Why are we here?”
Just as softly, Harry responded, “Why don’t I have him show you?” His voice cold as he addressed the blonde in front of him, he said only one word:
“Strip.”
Snape raised an eyebrow and turned to see if this command would be obeyed. Surprisingly, it was. With a cold, unimpressed expression, Harry watched Malfoy strip.
Lucius was furious, but careful to disguise it under a mask of feigned indifference. Just because he had offered himself as a whore didn’t mean that he expected to be treated as one. Definitely not from the Golden Boy of the wizarding world. Perhaps he isn’t as golden or as guileless as we were led to believe, he thought. Yet another thing our ‘Master’ neglected to mention.
When he stood naked, Harry strode towards him and lazily circled him like a man inspecting a piece of horseflesh. Stopping in front of his new slave, he crossed his arms. Voice artic, he ground out, “I usually expect a bit more enthusiasm from my playthings. This was your idea after all, Lucius,” he stretched the name in a parody of affection. “Are you certain you’re up to the task?”
Swallowing the cutting words he wished to say, Lucius simply fell to his knees, head bowed and hands crossed behind his back. Over his head, Harry and Severus shared an amused glace. It seemed the arrogant pureblood fully intended to go through with this…persuasion.
Slowly, Harry walked towards the prone figure of Lucius Malfoy. He took his time, stalking the man in much the same way a tiger stalks its prey. Beckoning his mate closer, he broke the silence, directing his question to Lucius.
“Do you consent to this?”
“Yes.”
“You willingly give yourself as my slave, to do as I wish, to bring me pleasure in whatever form I desire?”
Shuddering, Lucius answered, “Yes. I consent to this and more. I willingly lay my body in your command.”
“Do you come in respect, trust and truth?” Harry smiled at Severus. He had taken the words from Harry’s thoughts.
Lucius seethed internally. Bad enough to be bound to the Potter brat, but to Snape as well! The things I do to get what I want. “Yes.” I can do this. Sex is power and power over Potter is what I need.
Positioning himself and Severus in front of Malfoy, Harry once again began speaking.
“Look at me.” Once he had Lucius attention, he began laying out the rules: “There will be no mouth-to-mouth kissing. I will let you know where your mouth is wanted. If you wish to please me, you must please Severus. If he is unsatisfied in any way with your performance, I will be displeased. Your word will be ‘decanter’ in any game we may play. You will address both Severus and myself as ‘Sir’ unless otherwise instructed. Do you understand these rules?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Undress us. You may stand to do so.”
Lucius rose to obey and completed his task in a modicum of time. Both his new masters looked amused at the speed with which they were divested of their clothing. Despite that, Lucius felt arousal blossoming as he realized he was going to get to fuck the Boy Who Lived. Perhaps not in the way he had originally envisioned, but he could still bend the man to his will. It would take time, but he was certain it could be done. After all, hadn’t it worked with Severus? Finished with his task, he stepped back and once again dropped to his knees, head bowed. He thought the easiest way through this would be to act in the manner he preferred his pets to act.
Ignoring Lucius entirely with the exception of telling him to watch, Harry focused his attention on Severus. Severus, whom Harry loved more than life. Taking his lover’s hands and pulling him in close, he dropped a tender kiss on Severus’ nose. Malfoy’s lips curled slightly in disgust at Potter placing his perfect lips on such a gross imperfection before he remembered he was supposed to be doing everything possible to convince Potter he would be happy as nothing but the boy’s slave. Sex is power, Lucius, he chanted in his head. Do whatever you must to achieve your goals. Just act how you want the boy to act when he becomes yours. He smoothed his features into submission and placed his eyes firmly on his two ‘masters’, ignoring the snort his subconscious gave at that term. As if these two could ever master him. He would have them both begging before the night was over.
Harry and Severus made their way through the door to Lucius’ temporary bedroom. On his knees, much as he would expect from any slave of his, Lucius followed them and watched as, still kissing, they fell unto the bed. It seemed as though they were intent on devouring each other slowly, lips and hands feasting as though they were each other’s last meal. Somehow, he found that vaguely disconcerting. There was much more affection apparent in their embrace than had been evident in their public interaction. He frowned as it slowly began to dawn on him that seducing Harry to himself might not be as simple as he had thought. He had supposed sex between the two men to be mundane and stale, lacking affection and tenderness and desire. What he was watching was the exact opposite of what he had imagined.
He became aware that the two men on his bed were whispering to each other. Softly. Lovingly. Words he had never expected to hear. Words of love and devotion. Words of intense need. And something in him opened and unfurled. He couldn’t remember anyone ever speaking to him that way, and suddenly, that’s what he wanted. He wanted Potter to whisper words of love and need to him, not that black haired snake. Not that ridiculous traitor.
Then, it occurred to him that what he was doing was to prove to Potter that he was a much a traitor as Snape, and whatever it was that unfurled in him before withered. He convinced himself that it was only desire for power over Potter that drove him, that he had no desire for Potter himself. Merlin knew he had no desire of any kind for Snape, except to remove him as an obstacle to Potter’s affections.
He was jerked from his ruminations by Potter’s voice calling his name.
“Yes, sir,” he murmured, reminding himself he was playing a slave.
“Come over here. I want you to prepare me.”
He couldn’t suppress the desire that rose to choke him at those words. Despite his denial, he knew he had wanted the boy. Wanted him first to defile him, to deflower him, to damage him for His Lord. Now he wanted him for himself. To have him. To own him. To control him. Sex was just the means to an end, but there was no reason he couldn’t enjoy it. The boy was beautiful. There would be no shame in enjoying him. It’s not as if it were Snape he lusted for, Snape he yearned to sink his flesh into.
He crawled toward the bed, a bit unsure as to how he should get on while on all fours. Harry, apparently realizing his problem and not in the mood to wait, simply told him to climb on. Severus moved back to allow Lucius room. Lucius shifted between Harry’s legs and reached his hands forward, sliding them down the chest of the reclining man towards the thick erection jutting out of a nest of wiry black hair. Sliding his hands around the shaft, both men shuddered. Harry because Lucius’ hands were cool, and Lucius because he had his hands around Harry Potter’s cock and how hot was that? Harry reached behind him towards Severus and brought his hand back, holding a vial of some sort of oil, reminding Lucius what his task was.
He took the vial, uncapped it and slid a finger inside, thoroughly coating it before brining it back to Harry’s body and sliding the slick finger over Harry’s puckered entrance. Determined to enjoy himself, Harry focused on the dilated black eyes of his lover as he watched Lucius stretch him, first sliding that slick finger inside him only to remove it and replace it with two.
Lucius was careful in his stretching, as he didn’t plan on hurting either himself of Potter. He was aware, albeit only marginally, that he was a tad wider than Severus appeared to be. When he deemed Potter to be stretched enough, he moved to coat himself, only to be stopped by the man he had spent such laborious effort stretching.
“No,” came the quiet command. “This is not for you. Switch places with Severus and get comfortable and watch. You are forbidden to touch yourself,” he added, taking note of the impressive prick seated in platinum curls, leaking pre-cum in excitement. He licked his lips and Lucius moaned. Harry smiled and turned his attention to Severus, opening his arms and legs in welcome.
Lucius could do nothing but watch as Severus slid his hard cock into Harry’s stretched opening. He could only listen as Harry moaned, listen to him tell Snape how good he felt inside him, how big he was, how much he loved having him right where he was. He snorted disdainfully as Harry begged Snape to move deeper, but couldn’t help imagining himself in Snape’s place. He shifted to get a better view and found himself confronted with Snape sliding in and out of Harry’s body. He couldn’t look away. He felt himself getting impossibly harder, felt the pre-cum dripping from his cock, spilling over the foreskin, sliding down his shaft. More than he had ever wanted anything, he wanted to be the burying himself in that tight ass, that ass that seemed to se sucking at Snape’s cock like a kid with a blood pop.
He watched Severus’ hand close around that beautiful prick that he had held only minutes before and found himself wanting to suck that cock. Wanted to suck it till it exploded in his mouth, and was shocked when Harry told him to do just that. Manoeuvring himself between the two thrusting bodies, Lucius slowly slid his lips over the shockingly hot cock as Severus held it up towards his mouth. He worked it slowly, taking his time to savour the taste and the feel of it, heavy in his mouth and on his tongue.
His rhythm, slower that the pace Severus thrust into Harry’s body, was enough to drive Harry over the edge he already teetered on. With a long sigh, Harry came into Lucius’ mouth, cock pulsing hot streams of thick cum down his throat. Harry tasted delicious, like the finest caviar and wine. The shock of it almost brought Lucius to orgasm and he quickly yanked at his balls in an effort to keep himself from coming. Aside from the fact that he had a role to play and an order to fulfill, he wanted to come with the Boy Who Lived inside him. He took one last lick and leaned back, eyes flicking up to the sated face of his former lord’s nemesis.
Severus yanked Harry’s hips up, barely avoiding Lucius’ face, and Harry lazily wrapped his legs around his lover’s waist, giving way to mindless pleasure as Severus pounded his way to his own obviously blistering orgasm. Boneless, he laid over Harry, both men clinging tightly to each other as they caught their breath, Lucius sitting on the side aching with the need to come, watching the two men linger in afterglow.
When the two finally separated, Harry beckoned Lucius. Severus backed away, and Harry leaned forward, licking at the tip of the turgid cock and tasting the flavour of Malfoy’s pleasure. Lucius froze, willing himself not to come, determined to get as much as possible from this moment. He gasped a disappointed ‘No’ as Harry pulled away.
“Yes, my pet. I want to watch Severus suck you, watch him do to you what he does to me with that wicked mouth of his. Want to watch you enjoy it,” Harry murmured. He nodded at Snape and slid back towards the head of the bed, eyes fixed on the scene in front of him.
Dear Merlin, no, thought Lucius, as Snape bent his head and lightly pushed his legs apart with his hands. Not this. Not him. I refuse to be aroused by him. Despite his denial, he couldn’t help the little whimpers and moans that escaped his lips as Severus sucked and bit at the flesh of his inner thighs. He had been hard for so long, he couldn’t help but sigh when he felt those lips inching ever closer to the juncture of his legs, hips jerking, cock fucking air as he felt a hot wet tongue wash over his balls. Couldn’t stop the groan that emitted from his throat as he felt his balls being sucked in warmth, one at a time. Glanced over at Potter to see him slowly stroking himself back to hardness and shut his eyes with the sheer pleasure of it. Screamed as he suddenly felt himself swallowed whole into a hot tight throat, his fingers digging deeply into lank black hair, fisting as his hips snapped forwards and up, attempting to drive deeper into that throat.
Up and down and lick and swallow and he heard a ragged voice saying things like ‘please’ and ‘more’ and ‘fuck’ and ‘oh god that’s good’ while all the while the steady suction and swallowing had him caught on the tip of the vicious blade that was orgasm until finally, finally, the throat he was encased in gave a wicked swallow and the man attached to that throat hummed, sending him crashing into the best climax he could ever remember having. It was only as he came down that he realized he was being gently stretched; remembered just who had given him that mind blowing orgasm and groaned, humiliated. Swallowed and felt his throat give a twinge and it came to him that the voice he had heard begging had been none other than his own and felt anger and frustration warring with the satisfaction within him at the idea that Snape, Snape by all the gods, had brought him to an earth-shattering climax with just his mouth and was even now stretching him open.
Harry leaned forward and licked at the skin on the side of Lucius face, licked at his throat and nipped at his nipple, lips traveling haphazardly over his body while Severus’ finger fucked him relentlessly and he keened, helpless to do anything other than that. His eyes widened in shock as the fingers left him and he was flipped onto his stomach and pulled to his knees moments before he felt the hot, hard length of Snape’s cock at his entrance, and belatedly he made an effort to move, to back away, to keep this from happening. Harry merely smiled at the panic in his eyes and held his hips while Snape slowly pushed his cock in Lucius’ arse, splitting him open in one never ending thrust until he was balls-deep inside the arrogant man.
Harry waited until Severus began to move before he began talking, voice low, seductive, and utterly cold. “You thought you would use this to control me, didn’t you? You thought you only had to get near me, get inside me, show me how much better than Severus you are and I’d come running willingly to you. You expected to take his place at my side. To exchange one lord for another.”
Lucius listened in a horrifying combination of damning realization and prostate-induced bliss.
Severus picked up where Harry left off. “Did you honestly think I’d forgotten how you got me to join the Dark Lord, Lucius?” he asked and he drove viciously inside the blonde’s body. “Did you think I hadn’t told Harry about the things you did, your particular manner of persuasion? Although I must admit, I never expected you to go this far, to be willing to have the cock of the--what was it you called me? --the needy, pathetically undesirable excuse for a Slytherin with the looks of a manticore. Did you think I would have forgotten that you gave me to your little Death eater friends to be fucked until I couldn’t walk?”
All the time, Severus drove even harder into Lucius’ as he spoke, wringing pleasure from his body as Harry coaxed it from his skin with his hands and his lips.
Talking ceased as the men bent themselves to the task at hand: making Lucius Malfoy fold inside himself with pleasure. Severus yanked, forcing Lucius up from his elbows to his hands so he stood on all fours in the bed. He heard a sibilant whisper in his ear, reminiscent to that of Parseltongue, sexy and arousing and damning all at once.
“I’m going to put my mouth on you now,” Harry whispered, “I’m going to slide underneath you and suck that gorgeous cock until you come screaming. Then I’m going to take that mouth of yours and fuck it until I come and you’re going to enjoy every minute of it.” He licked the shell of Lucius’ ear, biting down hard on the lobe before sliding under the straining body to suit action to words. As Severus fucked his arse and Harry sucked his cock, Lucius could feel his will to resist orgasm eroding. When Harry slid his tongue into the slit, Lucius could feel his body tensing, his balls pulling tight, and his orgasm approaching. Harry grabbed a hip and dug his fingers into the firm flesh as Severus drove against Lucius’ prostate and Lucius felt himself slip, orgasm ripping from him much as the names of his lovers ripped from his lips.
Harry scrambled from under him, kneeling in front of him and shoving his cock into the parted lips, hissing as he took in the sight of his lover pounding into the alabaster arse. Lucius, mindless with pleasure, sucked and licked and moaned around the hard length in his mouth, choking as Harry grabbed his head and fucked his face as hard and fast as Severus was now fucking his arse. With a shout of ‘Harry’ Severus came, collapsing over Lucius’ back and Harry took his lips in a brutal kiss. That was enough to send Harry over the edge and he came, filling Lucius’ mouth with is seed, licking at his lover’s lips.
Slowly he withdrew, as Severus slid out of Lucius’ body and the two men rolled off the bed. Lucius slumped, feeling well fucked and sated. He could barely focus on the words being tossed in his direction.
“Lucius,” Harry called once, twice before the man had the presence of mind to roll over and look at him. Once he did, Harry smiled, while Severus looked on with a satisfied smirk.
“Lucius, I must thank you for your offer. However, I find that I have all I need in Severus, who is more than capable of meeting any other needs that may arise. I have no needs for your…services…such as they are. When Severus told me to expect a seduction, I admit I was surprised. But he was right, of course. Pity that a man as smart as you are would resort to the same tricks of his youth, counting on your looks and appeal to garner what you want.”
Harry nodded as Severus whispered something in his ear and went to the other room, returning with their clothing. The two men dressed as Lucius looked on, humiliated, dismayed and angry at the way this night had gone.
As they turned to leave, Harry stopped. Looking back over his shoulder, he said, “You know Lucius, your son had much better technique, both in and out of bed. But don’t worry; it didn’t work on me either. Although, he did at least get to fuck me. Good night, Lucius.”
Then they walked out the room, out the suite, leaving Lucius reeling with the knowledge that not only had his plan failed, he hadn’t even had the pleasure of fucking the Boy Who Lived to soften the blow of his failure.
~ Fin ~