Harry
Potter
Lucius/James,
since you pin Lucius so well
It
runs in the family. That's all I will say, have fun with it.
Rated: R
Lucius smirked as he sauntered lazily over to the dark haired man shackled to his bed. He leered down at him with a cold smirk plastered across his features.
"Hello, Mr. Potter," The blond man greeted silkily as he ran his long index finger down the slightly hairy chest of his captive, leaving a faint scratch with his abnormally long, sharp nail. "And how are you this evening?"
"Dismal as usual," James replied cheerfully. "I haven't seen you in awhile. How was your stay with the Dementors? Did they play nice?"
Lucius growled, and wrapped his hand tightly around James' windpipe. The dark-haired man bucked his hips weakly against his captor, eyes rolling back into his head in pleasure.
"Oh that's right," The blond Death Eater smirked. "That's one of your kinks isn't it? It's so hard to keep track of them sometimes."
"Unh…" The former Auror's eyelids fluttered open as the pressure on his throat was released.
"If only your boy could see you now, not dead in a courageous battle against the Dark Lord to save your wife and son, but merely a slave to appease my sexual appetite."
"And if only your boy knew that he was merely fulfilling the legacy of Malfoy's lusting after Potter's as he continues his tryst with Harry."
Lucius growled and kissed James fiercely, biting his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.
Blood that both men greedily swallowed.