Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Exotic ❯ Chapter 10 ( Chapter 10 )

Disclaimer: Still not mine ….

 

 

Before the chappie starts, I wanted to clear something up. The Ministry of Magic in my story differs from the original one, due to the different government system. It is suited next an ancient Wizarding castle, the traditional home of the Wizarding king/lord. There hadn't been a king for centuries, and the ministry ruled on its on with the Minister of Magic as the head of state. After the war Voldemort was crowned as king, although he is mostly referred as the Lord of all Lords, and the Ministry answerers to him. There is still a House of Lords and a House of Commons that have a certain amount of power.

 

Other than that I just wanted to apologize for taking so long to update. I'll try to do better.

 

Have fun and please review!

 

Exotic

Chapter 10

Lucius tried desperately to hide the grin on his face, for one Malfoys are always in control of their feelings and facial expression, and secondly it was never wise to piss off an irate Dark Lord … except if your name was Albus Dumbledore, that is. He did is best while handing his lord the garments he needed to wear for this evening. Usually it would have been the old coot who assisted their lord on this last part of the cleansing ceremony, but since it wasn't the really important part of the ritual, and only a matter of convenience, really, Tom decided that it was better for both their health if Dumbles would remove his annoying presence.

 

“He did this on purpose; he bloody did this on purpose. I know it Lucius.”

 

Oh damn, but it was rather hard not to laugh. “I know my liege. He was the same way at Severus and my bonding ceremony. It was a tad more difficult for Sev to perform that night. He did seem to think that Albus was somehow spying on us.”

 

Tom glared at his friend and right hand. “I can imagine that. How on earth did that old bastard know my choice already? Nobody should know.”

 

Lucius perked up. “So you've already decided.”

 

“You know I can't tell you now.” Looking at Lucius' hopeful face, Tom smirked evilly. “But anyways, how did you come about such a petite little thing, Lucius?”

 

Lucius blinked in confusion, then it hit him and the smirk was returned. “He seemed to be just your type, my Lord.”

 

 

 

 

Humming in delight Lucius later on returned to his rooms at the Dark Lord's castle. Every candidate's family was given rooms to stay for the night, and as the Dark Lord's right hand, he had a suite at his disposal anyways. Entering the living room he found his little wolfling curled up on the couch in front of the fireside. Smiling softly he bowed down to kiss his pet on the head. “Hello, Remus. Where are the other two at?”

 

Remus smiled softly at his master, comfortably lulled by the warmth and peace of the room. “Sirius has apparently found a way to break the new wards on Severus' potions cabinet … again. Now he has been sentenced to scrubbing all of Sev's dirty caldrons. And Severus has been on a brewing spree lately, so it might take a while.”

 

Lucius chuckled in apparent glee. “Serves him right to underestimate our puppy, doesn't it. Sirius seems to love baiting Severus. And Sev was so proud he found this particular nasty protection spell.” He seated himself next to Remus, pulling him closer until they were comfortably snuggled together. He rarely had time for his wolf, his little firecracker always at the centre of his attention while in the same room.

 

“He did look a tad singed, I think. Apparently the spell was effective, to a certain degree.” Remus murmured while making room for his master.

Remus sighed contently. He really liked being taken care of, most of the time. Since the day he was bitten, he hardly ever felt save. First it was about people finding out what he had turned into, the fear of never having friends. Later he was afraid of hurting people, especially those he loved. The fact that getting a proper job was nearly impossible for a werewolf made taking care of himself more than strenuous.

In the forest with Sirius and Harry he had been able to be who he was, hunting and gathering what they needed to survive. But it wasn't really a place to stay forever.

Now he was taken care of, fed and adored. Sometimes he wondered if it was shallow of him to feel that way. To feel so precious to somebody was an incredible feeling. And Lucius, he was so happy when the blond had time for him. While he accepted that most of Lucius' attention was focused on Sirius, he enjoyed the closeness they shared at occasions like this.

 

Remus snuggled closer to Lucius and put his head on the strong shoulders. He didn't notice neither the devious spark in the quicksilver eyes, nor the slow smirk, but he most definitely noticed the strong hand pushing up his shirt only stroke the bare belly. Remus started to squirm. When the hand reached lower to a place its attention was needed even more, Remus moaned out loud, looking up into smouldering silver eyes.

Soon his mouth was plundered expertly, and Remus knew what Sirius adored about the Blonde. (Although he would never admit it to save his life.)

This absolute air of control, dominance and authority practically oozing of the Nobleman, it made Remus knees go weak, and his libido go into overdrive.

 

Remus sighed in contentment when his lips were caught in a heated kiss, while those strong hands debauched his body. Quick hands disposed of his clothes and soon a very naked wolf writhed on top of an equally aroused, yet still partially clothed, pureblood.

 

Remus could feel the soft material of his master's trousers at the pale globes of his ass. He could fell his master's fingers fondling his nubs, while a hot mouth did wicked things to his neck.

He shuddered when Lucius hotly breathed into his sensitve ear: “Turn around.”

He quickly obeyed, and moaned when he felt a lubrication spell preparing him for his master. He heard a zipper and felt something hot and hard sliding against his hole.

 

“Ride me, “ Lucius roughly commanded, and Remus keened in need to obey. Strong hands helped stabilize him, while he aligned himself with his masters length. Drawing in large gulps of air, Remus slowly lowered himself, marvelling on the feeling of being stretched so thoroughly. When he came to a rest, after what felt like an eternity, finally sat on his master's lap, cock fully embedded, feeling the zipper at his buttocks, both men moaned out loud at the feeling.

 

After letting his wolf getting used to the feeling, Lucius started with slow circling movements, making Remus shudder in delight. Shortly afterwards, Remus started to move up and down, sweat forming on his skin. After what seemed like an eternity, Remus fell forward, on his master's exposed chest, gasping for air, begging for more.

With a growl Lucius took control of the movements, holding his wolfling's hips in a strong grasp, while pounding into him with abandon. Soon he could feel Remus shudder and moan, wetness spreading between them. Strong and hot muscles massaged his own length, and he followed his beloved into orgasmic bliss.

 

Holding tightly onto each other, both men snuggled together in front of the chimney, letting themselves get lulled into a deep sleep.

 

 

At the same time in the same house, deep down in a certain potion master's lab:

 

“OHHHH, Severus!” Sirius moaned loudly, feeling the cool of the potion cabinet at his back, protective spell slightly sizzling his skin, while hard cock pounded him with punishing strokes.

 

“That will teach you … to leave my potions lab … alone … damn mutt….” Severus groaned out before kissing the bane of his existence deeply.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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