Royal Secret
Disclaimer: See previous chapters. I own Sebastian Crowler and any other Royal Advisors I come up with.
Thank yous: KatanaKira, Mistress Vamp, potterluvva, Rock and Sarcasm, marblez.
I have decided to start alternating between Tom and Lucius's point of views and a normal point of view. This first-person thing isn't that easy for me.
This story is somewhat of an experiment for me, so if some of the writing seems a bit…off… then that will be why.
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Chapter Four
Ah… The perfect end to the perfect day. What more could a man ask for, than to be sprawled out on his own couch with his gorgeous young lover curled up against him?
This is the first time that I have seen my dear Lucius since his Easter break from school; as he had decided, albeit reluctantly, to forgo time with me to study for his N.E.W.T examinations in June. With his brain, I am sure he did exceptionally well.
Holding him in my arms at the moment, I have noticed that he is thinner than he was last time I saw him, "Have you been eating right?"
"You sound like my mother."
"Hardly."
Ah! Oh my God, that noise! He knows what it does to me; he must. I had no intention of shagging his brains out tonight but if he continues, I'm going to have to insist.
"Anyway, if you're studying hard like I was, you don't have time to eat."
"I thought you could multi-task?"
"I can, but they banned us from doing our homework or reading while eating in the Great Hall."
"Oh, poor thing," haha, he squeaks when you squeeze him. Mm, I love it when he nuzzles his head against my neck.
"Yes, pity me… Has my father told you of his plans for me this summer?"
I suddenly feel rather tired as I nod in reply, my chin coming to rest on top of his lovely blond head, when I realise that he can't see my nodding, "Yes. It was my idea, in fact," oh. An indignant huff. "You can't expect to sit around and do nothing, Lucius, you have to prepare and learn. If you start now, you will actually be ready to take the responsibility that your father is yet to fully understand."
"I suppose so."
"I know so."
"I don't think you know as much as you like to think you do, Tom."
Brat.
"I think you're all talk and no action. Unless, of course, you count action as manipulating and using my father for your own evil gain?"
The brat is onto me. Dammit.
Say something, Riddle. He knows you're guilty of what he's saying already, so say something.
Open mouth. Create sound. Move mouth to form words. It's not difficult, Riddle. Do it!
No! Don't move, Lucius! What are you doing?
Oh dear, he gets the 'I'm-very-unimpressed-with-you' look from his mother. That glint in his light grey eyes, an eyebrow raised; though the seriousness of this look is slightly lessened by his unkempt hair and unbuttoned shirt.
"Well?"
"Well what?"
Oh for fuck's sake, Riddle, don't toy with him. He is not his stupid father!
He is not amused.
"I just want to know what your plans are. I mean, are you going to use me the same way that you have been using my father when I become King? Are you hoping to corrupt me by filling my head with your schemes mid-shag? Are you going to cast me aside when I have a son of my own and he turns seventeen? A simple yes or no answer is all I want. Don't I deserve that?"
Ow. He is painfully digging his fingers into my shoulders… Funny, I don't notice when we're having sex; but not being in the coital act at this very moment, it does hurt.
Stop thinking about sex, Riddle! Stop it! This is a serious conversation!
"I would not use you, Lucius-"
Don't huff at me, boy.
"I use your father because he is none the wiser to it. You actually employ the use of your brain and can quite clearly determine whether or not someone is working in your best interests or not."
I wonder if he realises how cute he is when he frowns.
"But… What's in it for you?"
"World domination, of course."
A glare.
…Apparently this is not the time to make jokes.
"I do have my reasons, Lucius."
"But you're not going to tell me?"
"Not at the moment, no."
Oh, bless him. He looks so cute when he's being serious or when he's thinking… I don't know how he plans on running the Wizarding World and being taken seriously with that pretty face.
"So I can trust you?"
What a silly question, of course he-
Hang on. Does that mean that he doesn't already trust me?
"Of course you can trust me, Lucius. Have I ever given you reason not to?"
No, don't hesitate! That's not a good sign!
"I guess not…"
My reputation as a complete bastard is going right out the window because of his damned prettiness…and cuteness… I hope he realises that.
"Will you tell me about your evil schemes one day?"
I will, if you suck my… Perhaps that wouldn't be the brightest way to answer right now.
"One day, yes."
"Really? Or are you just saying that to keep me coming back to your bed?"
Ooh… He's a shrewd one, isn't he?
"I mean it, Lucius. I will tell you."
"Good."
Oh, finally, he's settling back down. I have never been one for cuddling before, in fact, I don't remember a time when I have cuddled another lover… But I love having Lucius in my arms.
Love. Did I really just use that word? Oh good God…
"I'm tired."
"So am I."
"Bed?"
"The most intelligent thing you've said all evening, my young Prince."
"Shut up."
………
"Riddle."
Peace is shattered.
"Yes, Sebastian?"
How dare he barge into my palace study uninvited? He could have given me some warning. He could have bloody knocked! Honestly, it would not have boded well if he had burst in here while I had Lucius under my desk.
"I, and the other advisors, think it would be best if you discontinued giving counsel to the Prince."
I raise an eyebrow at him, "And why should I? If the Prince wishes to speak with me, then he has every right to, don't you think, Sebastian?"
"Of course he does. However, I am inclined to think that you are not just 'talking' with him. It must stop."
Play the innocent; I clearly have no idea what he is talking about.
"Honestly, Sebastian. You are sadly mistaken about whatever it is that you think is going on. If young Lucius wishes to invest the same trust in me that his father has, then so be it; you cannot control or change that," ha! I love pissing this guy off. "Now, if you don't mind, I have work to do before the meeting this afternoon."
I snort in amusement as he huffs and storms out of my study like a petulant child.
Ah, silence once again…
Hang on, is that snickering I hear?
There it is again!
Who is that?
Oh. The mouth kissing my neck is all the answer I need.
How did he get in here without me noticing?
"Do you think Crowler knows something or do you think he's just bluffing?"
"I imagine he is just bluffing… However, if he isn't, I would stop trying to make me fuck you over this desk right now."
I know he's pouting but I refuse to look. If I look I will be forced to succumb to the power of Lucius Malfoy's Super Pout and Puppy Eyes.
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Ah, the weekly meeting with the advisors.
I hate them.
The advisors.
I hate the meetings too, but not as much as I hate the other advisors.
This week, we are discussing the duties that our charming young Prince will carry out this summer. So far, it has been decided that the lovely blond will be travelling to keep the royal family in favour with the rest of the world.
The young Prince in question is currently lounging on the chaise longue, an adorable look of utter boredom on his pretty face. Occasionally he passes lustful looks at me, I can just about hear him silently begging "please Tom, rescue me from my Tower of Boredom and hide me beneath your robes so we can have some naughty fun".
Okay, so maybe that's what I want him to be thinking.
Oh shit, did Abraxas just talk to me?
"Do you think that is all in order, Tom?"
Do I think what is all in order? My mind has been drifting…
"Yes sir, I do."
That Crowler bastard is glaring at me again; perhaps he really does know more than Lucius and I would like to think he does. Maybe he wasn't bluffing earlier.
"Well, I think everything is fine then-"
Oh Abraxas, you blind optimist.
"Do you think that is all you need to know, Lucius?"
Haha, clearly I am not the only one who allowed his mind wander.
"Yes, father, I think so."
Oh good, because I would rather not be here any longer than I have to be.
"There is something, actually…"
Dammit.
"Father, I think it would be best if I didn't go alone, don't you?"
Oh, you little minx, Lucius. I know exactly what you're up to.
"Oh yes, yes. That's a point, Lucius. Tom?"
"Yes, sir?"
"You won't mind accompanying Lucius on his trip, will you?"
Sex in exotic locations around the world, Abraxas? You bet your arse I won't mind.
"Certainly not, sir; I would be happy to accompany him."
Oh wow, I did not think that the other six royal advisors could look so angry. Crowler, it's understandable, he was here when Abraxas's father was alive; I don't think he has ever been given a huge break to prove himself and his worth. But the others…well I think they just hate me for having the final decision all the time.
But, oh, the look Lucius is giving me… Once again, I am so glad for wizard robes right now.
"Very well then! Lucius, you will be accompanied by Tom during your trip, and he can keep you out of trouble."
"Of course, father. I can't wait."
Neither can I.
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Author's Note: Now, I want to know, is there anything that you, the readers, would like to see in this story (other than a proper sex scene)?
