Lucius

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Bellatrix Black strolled nonchalantly down the mahogany-panelled corridor and lazily kicked open the door with one scarlet-toed foot.

"Lucius," she almost sang as she entered the darkened room. "Lucius darling, could we possibly have a little chat?"

The man in the bed in front of her groaned. "Bellatrix, not now. I'm busy."

She laughed disbelievingly. "Lucius, what could you possibly be busy with at this time of night?" He merely grunted in reply, but this didn't seem to perturb Bellatrix in the least. "It's not as if I'd find dear, sweet Narcissa in here, is it, hm?" she smirked, causing Lucius to scowl. "After all, hasn't she sworn to save it till her wedding night?"

Lucius growled quietly, and Bellatrix smiled innocently, fluttering her dark lashes as if to say, 'Who? Moi?'

"Dear dear, Lucius; sexually frustrated, are we?"

Lucius growled again, and balled his fists. He daren't say anything to Bellatrix, for her fiancé was a formidable enemy to have, and a very useful ally, but that didn't stop every carefully chosen word his future sister-in-law was saying grating on his nerves like nails down a blackboard.

"Oh Lucius, you look angry! Surely it isn't something I've said?" she pouted, smiling slightly at the look of sheer fury on Lucius' face. "You don't want to lose control, sweetie, after all, no one would like to think of my sister's fiancé alone and out of control in a –" she deftly kicked the door shut behind her, "- locked room with me, now would they?"

Satisfied with the expression on Lucius' face, Bellatrix sauntered over to the bed and perched delicately on the edge, crossing her legs so that the black lace hem of her deep green satin nightgown crept a further three inches up her thigh. Lucius closed his eyes with a frustrated sigh.

"Bellatrix, can you please just –" he opened his eyes, grimacing, "- go away?"

Bellatrix's smile faded and her voice changed instantly. In a tone of pure venom, she leaned in towards Lucius so her nose was only inches from his, and spoke. "Now now, Lucius. We don't want you…upsetting me, now do we?"

Lucius narrowed his eyes and breathed deeply so that he would appear perfectly calm.

"But Bellatrix, sweetheart, why would I possibly want to upset you? Just think what Rodolphus would do," she smiled in satisfaction, "if he found out you crept into my bedroom late at night, wearing a skimpy little piece of –"

Bellatrix breathed heavily, and her voice came out in a low hiss. "If you even dare, I can have you ripped up, limb…from…limb."

Lucius knew it was true, but his face didn't so much as twitch. "But what would happen then, hm? The heir to the Malfoy fortune dead, and not yet married? His poor fiancée wouldn't get a penny of it!"

"That's not true," Bellatrix said too quickly, and cursed inwardly at her display of nervousness. "It would go to Narcissa because you have no one else."

Lucius pretended to think for a minute, before replying. "Well actually, Bella honey, I don't think it would. You see, I have some good friends who would be only too happy to relieve your sister of that burden."

"But she's in your will, surely…" Bellatrix said, doing her best to sound nonplussed.

"Actually, she's not. Malfoy tradition, you see. Until she becomes a Malfoy, she can't touch a penny of what's ours."

"Cute," Bellatrix said, pursing her lips.

"Indeed," Lucius smirked. "Anyway, sweetheart, what did you want with me? Much as I adore your company, I don't want to deprive you of your beauty sleep," he reached out and pinched her cheek, smiling patronisingly. "Don't wanna lose it, do ya? Darling, your face is your best feature."

Bellatrix raised an eyebrow, not budging from where she leant, one dark curl now lying on Lucius' bare shoulder. "I suppose that's all you'd know."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well…honey…that's all of me you've really had a chance to get acquainted with, isn't it?" she smiled sweetly, and innocently ran her tongue, very slowly, around her mouth, a look of vacant concentration on her face.

"Sorry Bella, I know you're a slut, but that doesn't mean we all want it."

Bellatrix was deathly quiet, and for a moment Lucius thought he had gone too far, but then she spoke again, leaning even closer and whispering in his ear. "Lucius," she paused, "how many times," she stopped again, running her hand down his cheek so that she had control of both sides of his face, "do I have to tell you," she swung one leg over him so that she was now straddling his hips through the covers, "not to call me," she moved her head so she was looking directly into his eyes, "Bella?" she snarled and gripped his shoulders, digging her long silver fingernails into his flesh.

"Argh, stop it!"

"Stop what?"

"Stop hurting me!"

"What do you say?"

"Please!"

"Wrong. Lucius honey, you should know by now that begging won't get you anywhere. The Dark Lord would be so disappointed…"

"Bellatrix,you little bitch, cut it out right now!"

"That's better. Grow a spine, you fucking pussy. For fuck's sake, man! No wonder you're not getting laid."

Lucius scowled again, rubbing at his shoulders where ten deep cuts were oozing shimmering blood onto his white skin. "I don't need your fucking tips on how to get laid, bitch."

"No? No sexual frustration? Then I suppose it's alright if I just –" she shuffled forwards slightly, then ground her hips downwards.

"Gaah!"

Bellatrix smirked. "So I was right. You're not getting enough, and having me sit here like this…only wearing this little piece of thin, cold satin…knowing if you just reached out and touched me you could feel everything…" she pretended to look sympathetic, "it must be torture."

Lucius' eyes didn't move from Bellatrix's face, but his lip curled. "Like playing with fire, don't you?"

"Fire? My, my, aren't we cocky tonight?" Bellatrix smirked and looked Lucius' bare torso up and down, knowing he was watching the movement of her gaze. "Hot maybe, but honey, you couldn't scald."

"Oh really?"

Lucius knew this was a pointless argument, as his conversations with Bellatrix always were, but that didn't really matter. There was sexual tension, and neither could get rid of it; Rodolphus was out of town, and Narcissa had sworn to keep her virginity intact until her wedding night. Two long and drawn-out months away. And, of course, Lucius couldn't fuck Bellatrix, no matter how much he'd like to. The Dark Lord needed a new generation, created by unions between powerful pureblood families, and that was what he intended for Lucius and Narcissa. One Black sister was already betrothed to a muggle, and she would be dealt with. Another was soon to be a Lestrange, and Narcissa was destined to be a Malfoy. Shagging Bellatrix would ruin both these potential marriages and, Lucius shuddered internally, incur the Dark Lord's wrath.

"Oh yes. I bet you're like a cold fish."

"If that makes you happy, sweetie."

"I know what would make me happy, and it's nothing to do with fucking your puny ass."

"Well actually I think it'd be more a case of me fucking your ass. Basic anatomy, you know."

"Very funny," Bellatrix pursed her lips, "but you're not doing a very good job of hiding it, now are you Lucius?"

"Hiding what?" Lucius asked, raising one blonde eyebrow.

Bellatrix ground her hips again, watching Lucius' expression, and whispered huskily, "You want me. You want to fuck me senseless. You want tochain me to your fucking bed and fuck the hell out of me. Don't try to deny it."

"I wasn't," Lucius smirked and Bellatrix gave a malicious smile.

"Well honey, you're not gonna get it. Hate to break the news to you, but I can sit here and do anything I want to you and you can't fuck me. Poor Lucius," Bellatrix pulled a pouty puppydog face.

"Be careful, Bella. You don't know what you're messing with."

"Oh Lucius, you never listen, do you?" she leaned down and bit his neck, making him gasp.

"Bellatrix, stop it! You evil bitch, let go of my fucking neck!"

She raised her head and looked at him, and he could see his own blood dripping from the corner of her lip. He watched her silently as she wiped the blood off his neck with one long, slender finger and licked it off, tantalisingly.

"Had to teach you a lesson, didn't I?"

"Kinky bitch."

Bellatrix smirked. "That had better not have been a complaint, Lucius."

"Oh it wasn't. Just cut it out with the pain, would you?"

"Oh no, Lucius. You need to learn to take the pain. You can't be a Death Eater and a little wuss, you know."

"My personal life is none of your business, Bellatrix."

"If you say so, dear. But don't forget that I'll be joining the ranks too, as soon as I get out of Dumbledore's little muggle-haven he calls a school."

Lucius smiled. "Why not get it anyway? It's not like you do anything important at Hogwarts, now is it?"

"For your information, I'm Head Girl, which is more than you ever managed to achieve."

Lucius flushed slightly, his alabaster complexion tinged slightly pink. "So what?"

"Lucius you fucking imbecile, I can't exactly keep my arm covered all year long, can I? And if Dumbledore found out, I'd be kicked out of my position and there'd be no more information on Hogwarts for the Dark Lord."

"You're passing information to the Dark Lord?"

"Maybe, maybe not. You know it's forbidden to divulge plans to untrustworthy people."

"You don't trust me?"

"Of course not. You're a Malfoy."

Lucius smirked. Clearly the name still bore some respect. "And I wouldn't trust you in a million years, Bella. You're a Black, a Slytherin, a bitch, a slut and a Death Eater."

"Precisely. But Lucius, you've forgotten again." Bellatrix lowered her mouth to Lucius' neck and began to suck at the bite mark which was still leaking blood, causing him to wince and tense up.

"Stop it, Bellatrix. Fucking stop it. Stop the fuck sucking my fucking neck, you fucking dirty vampire sket."

Bellatrix took not a blind bit of notice, so Lucius grabbed her roughly around the waist and flipped her over, rolling on top of her.

"Fuck, Lucius. What's your problem?"

"You're my fucking problem. You shouldn't tease a Malfoy, Bella."

She moved to grab him with her nails, but he pinned her wrists above her head. "No Bella, it's my turn now. How does it feel to be helpless?"

"Now who's the kinky one?"

To Lucius' annoyance, Bellatrix didn't look remotely bothered by the fact that his body was pinning her to the bed, rendering her incapable of moving. "This is my house, and my rules apply. I don't know why you think you can get away with teasing me like the little slut you are, but you can't. You don't even have your wand, you stupid little girl."

"Stupid little girl? That's a new one. In case you hadn't noticed, Lucius, you're only two years older than me, and a great deal thicker."

"How dare you!"

"You know it's true, Lucius. And you wouldn't hurt me. You don't want to mar something this perfect, now do you?" Bellatrix arched her back and sighed innocently, thrusting her breasts into Lucius' eyeline. She felt the effect of this against her thigh.

"Watch what you're doing, Bellatrix. After all, you can't stop me doing whatever I want to do."

"But Lucius, why would I want to stop you?" She ground her body upwards, pressing ever part of her scantily clad body against him.

"You've had your warnings, Bella. Watch where you step."

Bellatrix just lay on her back, biting her lip coyly, and blew a kiss at Lucius.

This was the last straw for him. He growled and grabbed the edge of her nightgown, ripping it all down the front. She thrust her body against him and he released her wrists from his grip, grabbing her breasts instead and massaging them roughly. He bent his head and bit her nipple viciously, not seeing he grin of triumph on her face. Moaning provocatively, she wriggled and Lucius thrust against her.

"You want it too, bitch."

"Oh but Lucius, don't you realise what you've done?"

"What's that then? Finally got what I want from you?"

Bellatrix smiled, and her dark eyes glinted. "Ah, Lucius. You've just provided me with an excellent memory for the Dark Lord to see." Lucius paled dramatically, the flush which had previously coloured his cheeks vanishing completely, and Bellatrix continued. "I'll be able to show him your naked torso against by bruised and bitten breasts, thrusting frantically, and me moaning in pain. Reckon he'll be pleased?"

"Bellatrix, you-- you wouldn't."

"Wouldn't I?"

"Please, Bellatrix. Please, you can't –"

"Oh yes I can. And I've already warned you about pleading." Bellatrix crawled forwards to Lucius, who had sat back at the edge of the bed, and straddled him again, her naked body pressing up against him causing him to groan once more in anger and frustration.

"Alright, what do I have to do?"

"Ah, he finally cottons on."

"Just get on with it, Bellatrix. What do you want from me?"

"Now there's a question…"

"Bellatrix…" he growled.

"Temper, temper. Well, there's a little favour I'd like to ask of you."

"Go on."

"I want you to bring Sirius down."

"Sirius? Your cousin?"

"The very same."

Lucius laughed. "Come off it, what did he do? Refuse to shag you?"

"You're not in a position to be making remarks like that, are you Lucius?"

"No. Sorry sweetums, do carry on," he feigned a look of sheer concentration.

"Make the Dark Lord recruit Pettigrew."

"How the fuck would I do that? The Dark Lord is not stupid."

"Well done. Great deduction, Detective Malfoy. Through Pettigrew, he can reach Potter, and you will convince him to bring the traitor down with him. Got it?"

Lucius sighed. She clearly had this all worked out. He couldn't deny that Pettigrew was an ingenious way to access Potter and his Auror mother, and the Dark Lord may agree. "Fine. Fine, fine, fine. Now get out."

"Don't be rude, Lucius. Don't I get a goodnight kiss?" She leaned forward and caressed Lucius' lips with her own, pressing her still-exposed breasts against his own bare skin. He groaned and cupped her derrière with one hand, tangling the other into her long, dark, silky mane.Bellatrix broke away, smiling, leaving him panting.

"Just some backup evidence, you understand," Lucius put his head in his hands, but looked up again as she threw her nightgown at him. "Mend it."

He did as he was told, and could only watch as she slipped it back over her head, making a great show of tossing her hair, arching her back, stretching, and smoothing the garment over her body.

"Night, sweetie," she said, and blew a kiss, "and Merry Christmas!"

Making sure he was watching her ever move, she bent over to unlock the door and sauntered out of the room, a satisfied smirk on her face.

Please let me know what you think - I love Bellatrix and wanted to do something evil with her. Plus I don't like Lucius, so that's where the Lucius-bashing came from. this happened under the influence of too much scary music and weird food, so don't blame me, blame...er...okay, blame me. I think I'd like to make this into a kinda collection of one-shots involving Bella that sorta make a story but don't connect, if you follow me. I could leave it as a one-shot, but I'll see what you guys think.

Review please!

Becca

P.S. For the sake of this fic, Lucius is around 19, Bella is 17 and in her 7th year at Hogwarts, and Narcissa is in her 6th. I know that makes Cissy a little young for Lucius, but he's a bastard, so no matter. I'm not too sure how old they're all supposed to be at this point, but bear with me here - it's artistic license!That fits in with the MWPP fic I'm writing that features Bella and co. every now and again, savvy?