Blooming Flowers
Summertime
"Why are you limping?"
"Narcissa's anniversary present."
"Ah."
As the Dark Lord went back to doing whatever it is Dark Lords did, Lucius carefully laid himself across the cushioned couch the wizard kept in his office, facedown. His backside throbbed and made him pray for Severus to hurry up with the pain potion.
Though it wasn't his first time bottoming, it had been some time.
For those who knew them well, a.k.a Severus, who to this day, still said it was an unwilling friendship on his part. The fact that Draco had remained an only child for so long, was surprising.
Unlike some of their family members, Lucius' and Narcissa's marriage had not been an arranged one. They had first met at a party, both sixteen, and had hit it off quickly. Lucius charmed by Narcissa's quick wit, and ability to take his shit and fire it back at him tenfold, Narcissa amazed that Lucius had managed to make her of all people blush, laugh, and keep her interest.
After that, they didn't see each other for a year, content to owl each other back in forth. When they did see each other again, it was Lucius's birthday. After a lot of talk and cake, Narcissa had pulled Lucius into his father's study, pushed the teen into his father's favorite chair, hitched up her lovely light yellow and white dress, and rode him, panting Happy Birthday against his lips.
To this day, Lucius does not know how they ended up that way, or what he had done to warrant such a gift, and his wife still won't tell him why she had done it.
After that, they didn't end up in a relationship per se, at least that's what Lucius thought, it was more friends with benefits. Lots and lots of benefits. Somewhere between the benefits, they fell in love and got married, and because apparently marriage was a turn on for them, it wasn't long before Draco was born.
And their sex life was still going strong.
So you can imagine confusion as to why there weren't anymore mini Malfoys running around, especially since both were physically healthy.
Long story short, Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy had a healthy sex life. Lucius had asked her what she wanted for their anniversary, and it ended with Narcissa using a spell that gave her a temporary penis and gave her husband the dicking of his life.
"How's the plan coming along?" Lucius asked, voice muffled by the pillow he had pressed his face into.
"Well. All the candidates I have chosen have accepted my proposal, and the announcement will be in next week's paper."
Lucius made a sound of approval as the door to the room opened.
"So that's why Narcissa sounded so smug."
Lucius turned his head to look at his smirking friend.
"You know my wife still wants to do a threesome with you."
"Your wife is not coming anywhere near my arse." Severus huffed as he came over, pulling the potion bottle out of one of his robe pockets.
"I think she wants to watch."
"Well, that one depends on who is doing what."
"You two realize I'm still in the room, yes?"
"I'm sure Narcissa will not mind another addition, milord," Severus purred as he held out the potion bottle.
Carefully, Lucius sat up properly and took it from him. Popping it open he downed it in one go and groaned in relief as the throbbing went instantly away.
"If the Dark Lord wasn't such a possessive bastard, I'd have married you for your skills alone."
"What about Narcissa?"
"Again, threesome."
"I'm kicking the both of you out."
Snickering, Severus settle beside his friend, "Then you wouldn't hear about how the staff meeting went."
Grumbling, and promising that his lover wouldn't be sitting right for a week, Voldemort motioned for Severus to talk.
"The meeting went as usual, though Hagrid will be the new Care for Magical Creatures professor starting this coming school year."
".….Is that wise?"
"No."
Hagrid for all that he was good with animals, had a very…..odd view when it came to what was and what wasn't dangerous to be around people.
"Thankfully, he came to me for advice," Severus added upon seeing Lucius horrified expression, the man no doubt remembering Fluffy and Aragog, "Nerves as a first-time teacher I think, we will be having a few meetings to discuss lesson plans."
Lucius sighed in relief.
"And the Dark Arts position?"
"Ah, I suppose Remus did not tell you yet. Albus tried to hire him on, but that fail through for reasons you both well know."
Severus didn't roll his eyes at the gleeful look on the Dark Lord's face, but it was close.
His lover was so petty sometimes.
"So, the position as of right now is open."
"You didn't offer up yourself?" Lucius asked, surprised.
"Tempted, however, I don't trust anyone to teach the children proper potion-making."
"Fair enough," Both Lucius and Voldemort thought, understanding the man's protectiveness.
"Then does Albus have any ideas?" Voldemort then asked.
Severus shook his head, "None that he has shared with the staff."
Voldemort hummed, then, "Has he spoken to you about Harry again?"
Severus nodded, expression not troubled but something close.
"He has, mainly questions about his mother. I gave him the same answer I gave you two years ago. It didn't appease him, but it'll keep him busy searching for the supposed woman should he take that place."
"Should we create a trail?" Lucius asked, already making plans.
"No," Voldemort answered, "Albus is too smart for that. For now, let him search."
~.~
"Mutt!"
Yawning, Padfoot rolled over onto his back just as Severus came stomping into the living groom, eyes blazing.
"Why is it," Severus started slowly, "that the cat is less of a little shit then you?"
Padfoot wagged his tail.
"How many times have I told you, not to leave your blasted toys in my shoes!" Severus dropped the wet ball, it squeaked with each bounce, and both watched it bounced all over the floor before landing with a long squeak by the chair.
Padfoot rolled onto his front, stood, scratched before curling back down onto the floor.
"This is the third this week," Severus grumbled.
Padfoot yawned.
Severus's eyes twitched.
"Very well, you leave me no choice. Hedwig!"
Padfoot's head shot up in alarm, terror in his eyes.
"Don't give me that look, you brought this on yourself. Ah, there you are."
Perched on the sofa arm, Hedwig gave an inquisitive hoot.
"I have told the mutt numerous times not to leave his toys in my shoes, and yet he still does. Perhaps he'll listen to you."
Hedwig turned her head to Padfoot with narrowed eyes, Padfoot lowered his own with a whine. Eyes narrowing further, and feathers fluffing, Hedwig gave one deep ominous hoot.
With tail between his legs and head still lowered, Padfoot stood and bumped his head against Severus's leg.
Severus stood there for a moment, then he patted the dog's head, "You're forgiven."
Bill and Charlie, the oldest of the Wesley children, and who were visiting, curious about people who as Fred put it "Adopted us without consent." And saw the whole thing, stared. Bill had even stopped chewing the delicious brownies Tom had offered before he left.
".….What the hell did we just watch?" Charlie whispered to his brother.
~.~
"So, Albus owled me, asking me about the teaching position."
"Didn't you tell him no?"
"I did, but this time he asked me if I changed my mind."
"Ah," Jacob hummed as he came into the room with a bowl of popcorn, "what are you going to do?"
Remus sighed as he mate settled down and snuggled up against him, bowl balanced on his lap. "Talk to Voldemort, there are plenty of other wizards and witches who can fill the position. Even more who aren't Werewolves. So I don't know why he's being so persistent about it."
Jacob pressed play, and the previews started up, "Do you think it has anything to do with that Order of his?"
"I have a feeling it could be, I was a member during the First War."
Jacob doesn't say more on the matter of the Order, as the situation was complicated, especially since technically, Remus had switched sides. He said technically because Voldemort or anyone had not asked for Remus to join the Fold, and that both Remus and Jacob had pretty much fallen under the general rule of Don't Ask, Don't Tell.
"Whelp, you can worry about that tomorrow. Tonight is movie night."
Smiling, Remus grabbed some popcorn and focused on the previews.
His mate was right.
By the time the ending credits were rolling, they had switched position, clothing gone, and slick with sweat as Jacob rode Remus's dick. Remus's hands gripping the sofa because his mate said he couldn't touch or move.
"Jacob," Remus growled, eyes flashing as sharper then usual nails dug into the sofa, it's wet, hot, and snug around his cock, just right and not enough.
"Don't come yet," Jacob moaned grinding down.
Remus bared his now sharp teeth at him in frustration, he's been patient since the final act of the movie!
Jacob grinned before sliding up, cock slipping out. The wolf whined and his hips pushed up in a silent plea and slight apology. Humming, Jacob wrapped his fingers around the wet hard cock and gave a firm squeeze in a warning.
Remus went still.
"Are you going to be good for me?" Jacob purred,
Remus nodded.
"Let me use you as I want?"
He nodded again.
Jacob leaned down and nibbled on his lover's lips as his hand gave a teasing stroke, "Good boy."
Then the human rides him, grinding this way and that until they're both moaning loudly with it. Jacob lifted off, perhaps an inch, and plunged back down with another breathy moan.
Remus wanted nothing more than to hold him in place and fuck faster and deeper. He can't, won't.
Not this time, but the week leading up to the full moon was a month away.
Jacob tossed his head and slipped lower, shifting his hips to continue rocking about on Remus's cock, clenching. He closed a hand around his cock, finally, and gives himself three swift tugs, letting out a high, keening noise.
Somehow Remus doesn't cum, not even as he watched his mate's eyes roll, mouth opening to let out shaky moans,
No, it's only when Jacob, slumped over, lifted his head to give a shaky kiss and breathed between their lips, "Cum."
That he does.
One solid thrust up, and he's cumming hard.
"You have been around Narcissa and Severus too long," Remus mumbled after everyone's brain was working.
Jacob was still sprawled over his mate's chest, his hair being played with, "You loved it." He yawned.
"I admit nothing."
Jacob laughed.
~.~
Albus gently placed the letter down on his desk, leaning back against the chair he tapped his fingers on the hard surface.
Lupin had agreed to the teaching position, but only for this school year as he had already entered into a contract with another employer for the following year and after. That was good, great even, Albus was truly glad that the man had found work.
It just didn't feel right.
Something about Lupin's new job didn't feel right.
Severus, who has done nothing to warrant suspicion, answered any question asked, has been nothing but helpful. Seemingly gotten over whatever childhood problems with Lupin, and was even friends with the man. Had a son with no mother, a strange scar, and strong magic. A daughter with a different name, and the brightest mind that the school has ever seen. All the later things were a little odd to be sure, but nothing to worry about.
Everything was fine.
And it didn't feel right.
~.~
Since it was Summer, and a weekend, he expected the lake to be filled with families coming out to cool off and enjoy each other's company. So he was surprised to find to see only three families, one evening leaving about an hour after they arrived.
"Though maybe that's for the best." Harry thought watching his sister splash, Henry.
The people living here were used to the Wolf Pack at this point, however, the Pack could still be a little overwhelming not to mention some members of the Pack, especially the Pups, forgot to tone doing the wolf behavior. There was also the fact that today his family was also joined by the Malfoys, which added to the general chaos that was his family, and Anne and Henry.
"Fenrir!" Narcissa shrieked from her blanket, not too far from him.
Harry turned his attention there just in time to see the hunched over Wolf finish his shaking, and was staring at his very unhappy and wet Aunt with a mischievous grin.
"Your fur is going to look lovely next to the fireplace," Narcissa promised darkly.
Standing up straighter, Fenrir's grin turned devilish.
"Try." Fenrir purred.
"Why do I feel all hot?" Harry's brow furrowed in thoughtful confusion.
It wasn't that hot out, and he was still wet from playing in the water earlier, maybe he was getting sick?
The sound of skin being smack, pulled him from his thoughts and back to his Aunt and Fenrir, Narcissa looked less angry now while Fenrir was snickering as he smoothed his wet hair out of his face. Harry watched as beads of water rolled from the hairline down a ruggedly handsome face now that he was paying attention, one bead dripped from Wolf's chin and somehow managed to land in the space between Fenrir's pectorals and down his-
"Why are you making that weird face?"
Both Harry and Draco jumped, Harry for being startled, and Draco because Harry both jumped and made a weird squeaky noise.
"Erm, what was that?" The youngest Malfoy asked.
Harry doesn't answer, mainly because the commotion caught his Aunt and Fenrir's attention and now the two were staring at them.
Fenrir was staring at him.
Draco watched in amazement as his friend's face goes instantly red, blinking rapidly when Harry suddenly stood and power walked to the lake, nearly running a bewildered Voldemort over, face-planted into the water and just….floated there.
Slowly, Draco turned to his mother, and Narcissa at Fenrir, the Wolf just shrugged, equally as clueless as them.
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