Title: Quibbles
Author: Anath de Malfoy
Pairing: Lucius/Walden Macnair
Summary: Drabblefic inspired by OotP. Humour, parody.
Rating: R
Warnings: M/M slash, BDSM. Probably AU as well, as dear Luna's daddy probably wouldn't print anything so spicy as this... ;)
Possible Spoilers: Books 1-5
Disclaimer: These characters and all associated profits are the property of J.K. Rowling. They visit me to show off their sexiness.
A/N: Although The Quibbler is spoken of in OotP as a magazine, I've described it as a newspaper here to make it seem more of a sleazy tabloid.
"I don't bloody well believe it! This is utter nonsense! Lies!"
Lucius Malfoy seemed like he was going to wear out the lush black velvet carpet of his private bedchamber at Malfoy Manor with all his pacing - though he did look delectable with his dark green silk night-robe hanging open, showing off his slender yet well-muscled body, and his platinum blond hair swishing about as he tossed his head in anger. His voice tight with rage, he began to read aloud from the newspaper that he clutched in his hand, the Quibbler. Normally Lucius would never stoop to reading such tabloid trash, but his friend Walden Macnair had brought a scandalous article in the paper to Lucius' attention.
"Respectable, upright member of the wizarding community Lucius Malfoy may be a pure-blooded wizard and proud of it, but that aristocratic gentleman's boudoir activities may be saucier than he would like the wizarding world to know. A reputable source claims that he saw Mr Malfoy at the Gehenna Club, a well-known haunt of the wizarding world's gay leather community. According to our source's information, the husband of Narcissa Black Malfoy and father of 13-year-old Hogwarts student Draco Malfoy was stripped naked but for a rhinestone collar, and was being lead around on a leash like a dog by none other than the Ministry of Magic's very own executioner of dangerous creatures, Walden Macnair. Clad impeccably in dragon-leather fetish wear, Mr Macnair then proceeded to bend Mr Malfoy over and flagellate his rear end with a riding crop before subjecting Malfoy to a very public and extremely thorough buggering."
Lucius flung the newspaper across the room, and turned his flushed face towards Macnair, who sat on the bed, nodding in agreement.
"I swear, Walden, those bastards at the Quibbler aren't going to get away with printing such swill about us! I'll make sure they regret that article if it's the last thing I do!"
"You do that, Lucius, and I'll back you up every step of the way," Macnair snarled as he stood up, laying aside the whip he'd been toying with moments before and picking up something else from the nightstand. He strode over to Lucius and whispered in the blond man's ear, "How could they print something so outrageous? Rhinestone collar - how tacky! Every wizard and his owl, cat or toad knows that Lucius Malfoy would never be seen dead in anything but a genuine diamond collar." As Walden pronounced these words, he buckled the aforementioned collar around Lucius' neck.
"Exactly," Lucius purred, and he bent forward to lightly kiss his lover's eagerly parted lips. The two men kissed until Walden began to feel his cock grow hard. The executioner stepped away from Malfoy and slowly, sensuously unzipped his leather pants.
"On your knees, bitch!" Macnair commanded, and Lucius quickly shed his robe and obeyed his master, licking his lips at the sight of the glistening erection before him.
~ Fin.
Author: Anath de Malfoy
Pairing: Lucius/Walden Macnair
Summary: Drabblefic inspired by OotP. Humour, parody.
Rating: R
Warnings: M/M slash, BDSM. Probably AU as well, as dear Luna's daddy probably wouldn't print anything so spicy as this... ;)
Possible Spoilers: Books 1-5
Disclaimer: These characters and all associated profits are the property of J.K. Rowling. They visit me to show off their sexiness.
A/N: Although The Quibbler is spoken of in OotP as a magazine, I've described it as a newspaper here to make it seem more of a sleazy tabloid.
"I don't bloody well believe it! This is utter nonsense! Lies!"
Lucius Malfoy seemed like he was going to wear out the lush black velvet carpet of his private bedchamber at Malfoy Manor with all his pacing - though he did look delectable with his dark green silk night-robe hanging open, showing off his slender yet well-muscled body, and his platinum blond hair swishing about as he tossed his head in anger. His voice tight with rage, he began to read aloud from the newspaper that he clutched in his hand, the Quibbler. Normally Lucius would never stoop to reading such tabloid trash, but his friend Walden Macnair had brought a scandalous article in the paper to Lucius' attention.
"Respectable, upright member of the wizarding community Lucius Malfoy may be a pure-blooded wizard and proud of it, but that aristocratic gentleman's boudoir activities may be saucier than he would like the wizarding world to know. A reputable source claims that he saw Mr Malfoy at the Gehenna Club, a well-known haunt of the wizarding world's gay leather community. According to our source's information, the husband of Narcissa Black Malfoy and father of 13-year-old Hogwarts student Draco Malfoy was stripped naked but for a rhinestone collar, and was being lead around on a leash like a dog by none other than the Ministry of Magic's very own executioner of dangerous creatures, Walden Macnair. Clad impeccably in dragon-leather fetish wear, Mr Macnair then proceeded to bend Mr Malfoy over and flagellate his rear end with a riding crop before subjecting Malfoy to a very public and extremely thorough buggering."
Lucius flung the newspaper across the room, and turned his flushed face towards Macnair, who sat on the bed, nodding in agreement.
"I swear, Walden, those bastards at the Quibbler aren't going to get away with printing such swill about us! I'll make sure they regret that article if it's the last thing I do!"
"You do that, Lucius, and I'll back you up every step of the way," Macnair snarled as he stood up, laying aside the whip he'd been toying with moments before and picking up something else from the nightstand. He strode over to Lucius and whispered in the blond man's ear, "How could they print something so outrageous? Rhinestone collar - how tacky! Every wizard and his owl, cat or toad knows that Lucius Malfoy would never be seen dead in anything but a genuine diamond collar." As Walden pronounced these words, he buckled the aforementioned collar around Lucius' neck.
"Exactly," Lucius purred, and he bent forward to lightly kiss his lover's eagerly parted lips. The two men kissed until Walden began to feel his cock grow hard. The executioner stepped away from Malfoy and slowly, sensuously unzipped his leather pants.
"On your knees, bitch!" Macnair commanded, and Lucius quickly shed his robe and obeyed his master, licking his lips at the sight of the glistening erection before him.
~ Fin.