Pretty Words
Pairing: Lucius/Tom Riddle Jr
Title: Rapture
Word Count: 267
He wanted him. He wanted him so badly. He wanted him like he needed oxygen.
He had everything. He had beauty, with eyes so crimson, reflecting his magical core, with magic so vibrant it shone through his eyes, bleeding them into red…
He had power- so strong he could quell the Dark Allies with a word, silence them with a mere glance. He was their leader, Lord of the Dark Forces, the Dark Lord.
And he craved it. He gloried in the feel of those skilled hands running up and down him, carding his silver hair; he revelled in those hard kisses- relished in the feel of them, moving fast, hard, hurtling towards one goal, one pure goal that would bring them to that sense of euphoria, with their magics twining around each other and wrapping around them, cocooning them in one small minute of rapture.
And then he would get up, robe himself, his red red eyes scrutinising him, his own silver ones staring back, and then he would be gone and his wife would come home from one of her many exploits, and she would know what he had done and he would know what she had done, and they would climb into bed together, and she would silently reminisce about her latest conquest and he would stare off into another world, reflecting on how he willingly submitted, how he willingly bowed down and did whatever asked, if only to taste a little of that rapture again and again and again, and Morgana, he would do it a thousand times.
If only for that rapture.
I should write trashy chick lit. You know, the type of porn disguised as a book, the type that normally is published by Harlequin or Mills and Boon.
I feel mildly repulsed, actually. But hey, this is my own creation, and one can never truly hate their own creation, right? Meh. It's not that I hate it. It's just... Yeah. Never mind.
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Shocking, isn't it? The idea of commenting. I'll shut up now. Don't want my rambling to be longer than the drabbles. :P
Disclaimer: Life would be a lot scarier if I owned Harry Potter. I mean, there'd be a hell of a lot of sex, and violence, and alcohol, and probably several naked, sexy Dracos. Not probably- definitely. And he would be MINE.