Another challenge from PsychoHippy, her challenge from me is called 'My Sunshine'.

Warning: Slash, if you don't like it, read this to educate yourself, but don't bother flaming: those things bore me.

Note: In this fic I wrote Peter so he would be a bit like Neville, only with less back bone. So when you read this he is talking about a Neville look alike (but only slightly).

Disclaimer: Any recognisable character in this story is not mine, (sadly) I make no profit.

I suppose it was inevitable he would fall in love with me.

He's attracted to power.

And I radiate it.

I can't feel the least guilty as I lie here with a beautiful woman in my arms, her perfect breasts rubbing against my chest. Moaning with gratitude as I take her hard and how I please. Twisting her fingers in my hair and biting down on my neck.

I don't feel guilty, but I can't keep my mind on the perfect woman.

The reason I took Peter in the first place was to get inside information on the Gryffindor. They were… unpleasant to us Slytherins. Peter had been hanging around us for while, being the power hungry weasel he is.

I took him; I gave him everything he wanted.

The woman flips me onto my back and takes control, teasing me, just keeping out of my reach.

This reminds me of the time Peter tried to take control once.

His mousey hair flopping into his eyes. A scrawny figure and excited eyes, far from sexy.

Although … it was… cute.

She moans my name in my ear.

But I can't keep my mind on her – all I can think about is how he moaned my name just before he told me he loved me.

I couldn't return that phrase.

I don't feel guilty.

She scrunches up her face as a push myself into her, her small nose and pouting mouth in an irresistible oh.

The way his face scrunches up when I tease him, the little wrinkle in his nose.

'I love you Lucius'

What am I thinking? I need to get this punk out of my head.

I run my hands over her perfect hips, pushing her roughly onto her back, making her lips bleed as I bite down on her, making her moan and beg for me. Pushing – I can feel myself bruising her, but she begs for more and I comply.

The way she pants my name reminds me of him. I bite and suck frantically at her lips to shut her up. She moans my name into my mouth, her breath dancing over my tongue like his, scorching. But something separates the two of them.

I used him to get back at the Gryffindors, but that has been achieved.

I don't need him anymore.

Why do I still take him?

Why do I meet him every Wednesday night in the Room Of Requirement – so that it can be just us.

Not just for sex – we talk, laugh and eat together – share innocent kisses and play chess.

We share things about ourselves.

Things I would never dream of telling anyone else.

Things that I have always dreamed of telling someone.

'You mean the world to me'

I gouge into her perfect skin as my nails dig down her back.

I go faster and faster as she begs for more, biting and sucking.

"Lucius –please!"

'I can't.' I pull out and get off her, putting my head in my hands, rubbing my eyes.

I can't.

'I feel too guilty about betraying him.'