Penndragonne

By Tashasaphi

Chapter 10

Disclaimer: I own Kinder bars. They are my guilty pleasure.

Year 6 and all is not well at Hogwarts. After a devastating attack on the castle, the world is turned topsy turvy for the work-stressed Harry, and he finds a new light in a new companion…A story of love, friendship and abusing ones minions

WARNINGS: Slash, M/M/M, Violence, Bondage and just general Lucius and his minions filth, really.

A/N

We got to chapter 10! I finally get to showcase my smut skills. But trust me, this is a Harry/Draco story, and this brief foray is not going to upstage that in any way, when I get to it (just a couple of chapters more, I PROMISE.

WARNINGS:

Homosexuality

Bestiality/ some characters are not human oO I am serious, yo

Lucius being a Masochistic fcktard

Master/Sub relations

Bondage? Yeah, there's bondage.

Pleasure/Pain --- sick in the head I is.

Thanks for your continued support!

The clock ticked slowly on the mantle piece. A Monday afternoon. They were all gone. The party had been approved, his bracelet checked, the servants wrung of information. Now all he had to cope with was his mail and waiting for the invasion of his recluse this weekend. He shuddered at the thought. He shook his head, and in the silence of the office, got back to work. Pouring over the letter, Lucius felt a giddy jolt flood his system. The letter itself was the general junk his nephew sent him weekly, nothing special. Some other magic was afoot.

'You can come in,' he called calmly, and heard the door flutter open gently as a svelte body leant against it. The young man cast him a sultry look from his fiery amber eyes.

'You took an awfully long time to notice today,' he purred in a soft, velvety European accent, pouting. Lucius sighed, rubbing his temples.

'I was busy and you didn't knock,' he snarled. 'What does that mean?' The creature tried to smother a giddy squeak and he hurried across the office and slipped to the floor about two metres from Lucius' chair. The tag on his collar glinted in the candle light, flickering into the grooves of the embossed 'L'. A draft snuck down the chimney and toyed with his feather light colourless hair. Lucius turned his chair around, his silvered eyes boring into the flaming ones before him, before he raised his wand.

'Crucio,' he muttered, and watched as the delicate figure suddenly contorted, eyes rolling back, uttering an animalistic howl. Long teeth crept out of his gums as he writhed, shrieking, and his slender, pianist's fingers bent into cruel claws. The cries became more and more frenzied, blood trickling from the corner of the flailing creature's mouth, before Lucius lifted his wand, and the sound stopped dead, leaving only echoes in the archways of the ancient architecture. Slowly, the body sunk flat against the floor, the teeth and claws withdrawing, and the chest rising and falling in rapid, shallow breaths.

'Master…' he finally managed, mouth curving into an almost satisfied looking smile.

'Wipe your chin, Orion.' Lucius commanded, swinging his chair back to face the desk.

'You are a complete waste of my time and energy, do you know that?' He looked at the gold band under her sleeve. On it his name and other criminal identifications were embossed. That stunt had nearly taken away his daily quota of energy. He snarled. Beside him, something stirred. Slowly, shakily, Orion's slender form bent itself up, smearing the blood of his chin with the back of his hand before licking at it like a cat.

'Are you decent now?' Lucius mused, starting the reply to his persistent but extremely well connected nephew. Orion mewed.

'Of course, Master,' he purred. 'You asked me to clean myself… therefore I am cleansed.' Orion slunk to his feet with the fluidity of a snake and swept in a deliciously slow and alluring fashion over to the chair, before draping himself over the back of the chair, eyes falling on Lucius lovingly. 'Whatever your wish, I am yours to command.' Almost mechanically, Lucius raised a hand ran his fingertips over the contours of Orion's face and down his neck, eliciting a desperate gasp from the younger man.

'I know,' Lucius whispered, feeling Orion tremble as his hand snaked back up across the boys cheek. A hand locked around the boy's neck and he in took a sharp breath.

'Kiss it.' Orion let out a longing sort of groan and dropped like a rag doll to his knees, Lucius's hand falling limply with him, before the boy tenderly, yet desperately, clutched the hand and began to press his lips to it, caressing it so tenderly Lucius had to avert his eyes to get back to his letter. For several minutes a silence descended across the room, with only the crackle of the fire, the scratch of the quill and the flutter of the owl's wings to interrupt the sensation tickling up and down Lucius' arm.

'E-Enough,' Lucius finally sighed, as if it were some great effort, and Orion gently released his hand, eyeing him dolefully.

'Up,' Lucius commanded, and in seconds Orion was on his feet. Lucius swivelled his chair around to face him, and studied the boy standing between his legs. Orion, he knew, was sixteen years old, and although his effeminate figure and gestures gave away his youth, and his race, his eyes showed a deeper kind of wisdom and understanding. Lucius relied on both these qualities in the boy. Beauty and an alluring nature, combined perfectly with a deeper understanding of the way the human mind works than any other creature alive. Except, of course, perhaps a few of his race. However, Orion failed to be as hot headed as they were, nor as frivolous and 'loose'. Lucky for Lucius, Orion was very intelligent, but more so than this, he was dedicated, and loyal.

'Perfect,' Lucius found himself whispering, eyes tracing burning lines across the boy's fine features and delicate figure. He raised a hand loosely, and Orion matched it, allowing his own slender fingers to ensnared by the stronger ones of the older man. Lucius drew the boy to him, and pulled him to the ends of his knees. Orion studied him for the briefest moment, and Lucius felt himself being torn open by the gaze.

'You are unwell,' Orion concluded, falling again to his knees and nuzzling against Lucius' knees.

'I'm fine,' Lucius sighed, watching as Orion raised his burning eyes to his mercury-silver set again.

'You are tired then,' he whispered captivatingly, using his free hand to stroke at his Master's leg. 'You work too hard.'

'I am a busy man,' Lucius muttered. Orion cocked his head, his face a perfect frown.

'Even busy men need to rest,' he decided, trailing an ice cold fingertip down Lucius' thigh, making him shiver, and eliciting a small, knowing smile from the youth. 'You will rest now, won't you?' Lucius found a smile creep to his lips.

'Yes,' he said gently, folding the letter with one hand and placing it flat against the desk. Orion raised an eyebrow.

'Are you blind today?' he asked playfully.

'Of course,' Lucius purred back, as Orion stood up.

'Then I will lead you,' he whispered, pulling a little on Lucius' hand. His touch now felt like fire, and it pulled Lucius mindlessly to his feet. Damn, the boy was good.

'Lead me,' Lucius commanded, and Orion's touch drew him on, his thumb pad tracing circles against Lucius' skin. Lucius' eyes fluttered shut. Orion, as usual, had picked the perfect moment in which to help him relax. Lucius found himself bending on to the extravagant, accommodating chaise lounge, his body falling against the velvet and the slope of the arm. He closed his eyes, uttering a quiet sigh, hardly noticing to soft added weight of Orion clambering on against the back of the piece and curling up to him. Lucius said nothing, he merely thought what he wanted, and instinctively Orion complied, his soft featured face pressing it's rose petal lips along his chin line, as light as down. He felt his wand being drawn from his pocket, and head the delicate swish as Orion used it to close and lock the door and turn out the lamps. Orion had some decency under his many layers of perfect and beautiful darkness. Lucius found himself uttering a small, broken sigh as teeth grazed against his neck, and dextrous fingers unwound his buttons and grazed nails along his chest.

'I thought you said I needed rest,' Lucius purred as Orion shifted his light frame to straddle his hips and nip along the older man's collarbone. Orion sighed contentedly as Lucius gasped as the desperate fingers traced lower.

'Relaxation is the most important part of rest,' Orion protested. Lucius let out a little chuckle that reverberated through the smaller boy as his lips came to rest at Lucius' nipple.

'No,' Lucius hissed, and Orion backed off a few millimetres, his breath fanning against Lucius' skin maddeningly. 'Sit up.' Smirking a little, Orion rotated his hips and pushed himself up, eliciting a groan from his master. Lucius hooked a finger under the collar and yanked, and watched as the fair haired boy gagged, face a picture of abused innocence.

'Behave,' Lucius purred. His hands rose together to remove the infuriatingly complex details of the boy's white shirt. 'When will The Lady be home?'

'In about three hours,' Orion mused, tucking a few strands of his oddly pale hair behind a perfect, small ear. 'She is visiting your relatives at le châteaux.' Lucius raised one hand to trace across the boy's face, watching as the eyes fluttered shut and listening to his whimper of divine pleasure.

'Who is she visiting?' he purred.

'Pascale,' Orion gasped as the fingertips grazed across his lips. 'Your cousin Pascale, and her children.' Orion tried to suppress a yelp by biting his lips as Lucius hands trailed down his body to clamp onto his waist, tracing small circles on his now bare stomach.

'What are the children's names?' Lucius persisted, watching Orion squirm to try and regain composure. This is what the boy dreamt of each night. To force him to keep his thoughts elsewhere whilst Lucius had his fun must have been such sweet torture. And such sweet pleasure for Lucius to watch the boy gasp for air and squirm. Internally he felt a pang of something. He had never been selective in his sexual partners, but Orion came above all others, no matter his gender. He didn't behave like a boy. To be fair, he didn't behave like a human at all.

'Jacques… ah…Claude and…nnnnn!' Orion's back arched as Lucius' fingertips dipped lower.

'Answer the question!' Lucius hissed threateningly. A tear traced it's way across the heavily flushed naturally pale cheek.

'Madeline,' he finished shakily. 'Jacques, Claude and Madeline.' Orion's eyes fluttered open as Lucius chuckled. 'I'm supposed to be helping you relax!' Lucius traced patterns on Orion's exposed stomach with a fingertip, chuckling, the other arm behind his head in an air of superior calm.

'Watching you in such beautiful agony is most relaxing,' he sneered. Orion pouted, eliciting a louder laugh from Lucius. Lucius sighed, still tenderly tracing shaped across Orion's chest and stomach, watching him brace and his eyes flutter shut as he began to toy with the boy's nipples.

'Did Aquilla do as I asked?' Lucius asked shortly as Orion's head fell back.

'What… would that have been?' he managed. Lucius sat up a little, letting his breath caress the burning skin. Orion whimpered.

'I asked him this morning to see to the Whitcamps… over in the next village. Did he do as I asked.' Orion straightened himself a little, curving his body away from Lucius until he could get his answer out.

'He left the manor for an hour, no more than that. He came back hungry. This is all I know.' Lucius' grip of Orion's hips tightened and the smaller boy yelped in pain. Lucius forcibly shifted the boy off of his lap and turned to face out across the room. Like a scarf, Orion fell about his neck, nibbling and purring into the skin.

'Call him,' Lucius hissed, wringing his hands. Orion stiffened a little against Lucius' back, and Lucius felt the surge of energy from the boy. He also heard the poorly stifled groan a few doors away.

'Damn it, Orion!' shouted a coarse, clear voice, and footsteps pounded across the floor. There was a click as Orion swished the wand to unlock the door, before it flew open and someone in a waistcoat and ornamental shirt padded into the room. He froze up after shutting the door, pressing his body to it, though no blush came to his cheeks.

'Bring yourself,' Lucius said slowly, 'and your chair… here,' He gestured to a point on the oriental rug about five feet from him. Slowly, painfully, almost mechanically the boy moved across the floor, picked up the simple wooden chair as if it were on fire, and moved it to the allocated space. Orion mewed, eyeing Aquilla superiorly as he nuzzled Lucius' shoulder. Aquilla met his gaze, but almost fearfully, ebony clashing with flame.

'Sit,' Lucius commanded. Aquilla replied quickly rather than gracefully. The chair did not overbalance. Aquilla was similar in build to Orion, but he had an unhealthy, underfed look which offset his fine, handsome features. His eyes and hair were dark, and the cut less clean and neat than Lucius would have liked. The hair itself had the qualities of raven's feathers; heavy, slick and dark. He was perhaps a little taller than the petite Orion, and weighed more, but it was lean muscle rather than bulk. His habit of dressing in old fashioned robes was something Lucius found vaguely alluring about him, but he was too vulnerable for Lucius to have a powerfully sexual interest in.

'Do you recall me asking you to do something this morning?' Lucius asked silkily, drawing Orion around him and across his lap as he reclined. Aquilla frowned.

'Deliver a message to the Whitcamps,' he replied shortly, his voice harsher to listen to than the silken tones of his pale counterpart. 'I delivered directly after you made your request... despite the damage...' He arrogantly raised a hand, showing a nasty peeling sunburn that was creeping from under the cuff of his sleeves. Lucius narrowed his eyes.

'I asked you to "enlighten" the Whitcamps, not to just deliver the message, I believe.' Aquilla stiffened again. Orion let out a purr of pleasure as Lucius began to caress him again.

'I…'

'They are still alive? All of them?' Aquilla's eyes widened.

'You asked me to enlighten and educate… get the message across, not murder!' Lucius slapped his hand down across Orion's gut, causing him to shriek in pain. Tendrils swept out of the chair's legs and bound his feet. Aquilla swallowed hard.

'Aquilla,' Lucius whispered. 'Educate, and enlighten. Surely you know by now that I am never literal in my meaning, and I am never subtle in my action. You also know that I have a limiter on my wand and a lock down on the estate. You further know that your job is to be my hand in these sort matters, since I am unable to use mine own.' Orion whimpered as Lucius soothed the stinging red mark across his navel. 'Therefore, when I sent you to educate and enlighten the Whitcamps, to get my message across, what do you think I meant?' Aquilla averted his eyes.

'Look at me or suffer,' he snapped, watching Aquilla's eyes flick back to his. 'Now answer.'

'You wanted me to kill them,' Aquilla muttered.

'Correct,' mused Lucius softly, feeling Orion squirm as he toyed with this puppet of his.

'Because that is what you are good at. That is what I have you for. My killing curse. I do value you, Aquilla.'

'You make me very aware of that,' Aquilla muttered. Orion dug his nails into the chaise as he moaned.

'I'm glad,' Lucius purred. 'Because it is my intention to make you feel valued, and to use you to your full potential. However…'

'I have failed you through my sheer and utter incompetence,' Aquilla sneered. Orion growled at him angrily and he wilted, but the growl soon became a purring gasp of sheer bliss.

'No,' Lucius corrected him. The chair shifted across the carpet towards him. Aquilla didn't move from his precisely tensed pose. Lucius eyed him carefully. 'You failed because you are a coward. You have the skills, and you are competent. It's unfortunate that somewhere along the line your genes have been twisted in a way that you have forgotten your instincts.' Aquilla was shivering violently at this point, and had his eyes pinched shut, breath gasping.

'Stop it…' he whispered. Lucius frowned. The tendrils secured his hands behind his back. Aquilla's head fell back as sweat began to bead on his forehead and flush rejuvenated his pale face and blue tinged lips.

'Damn you, Orion,' he hissed, panting. Lucius looked down to find Orion's eyes fixed on Aquilla. He smirked, petting Orion's hair. Aquilla was horrified.

'Please, O-' he couldn't finish the word as he shivered and groaned, trying to fight the sensations.

'Please, what?' Orion purred, moving himself off Lucius' lap and to the floor.

'Stop it!' Aquilla pleaded, voice cracking, writhing against his bonds. Orion crawled the short way to Aquilla's chair, stopping at the darker haired boy's ensnared feet.

'Stop what?' he asked innocently. Aquilla's body fell limp, panting heavily, shaking feebly.

'This,' he managed. Orion cocked his head as Lucius tore of his shirt and set about removing the rest of Orion's.

'Am I embarrassing you, Aquilla?' he asked, eyes wide and fiery. Aquilla met his gaze and jolted at the intense sensation, bucking against the chair.

'Yes!' he cried pitifully. 'Please, stop!'

'You love me, don't you?' Orion purred coolly.

'Yeeeees,' Aquilla managed through gritted teeth. Orion rested his chin on Aquilla's knee, he watched him gasp for air, back arched against his bonds as the crept across his chest and thighs.

'Then you serve only our master?'

'Of course…' he spat. 'Damn it…'

'And you do his bidding?'

'Nnh…' was all Aquilla could utter as his body was wracked by trembles of the oncoming earthquake.

'Will you answer?' Orion hissed. 'Or will you debase yourself like a common whore at my command?'

'I do his bidding!' Aquilla gasped.

'Then you won't fail him again?'

'I'll… I'll get the Whitcamps tonight…'

'They'll be expecting you now,' Lucius mused. 'I want them surprised.'

'They will die tonight,' Aquilla groaned. 'I'll… make it bloody… and foul and debasing… and… I'll bring you proof!'

'A full belly on your part will serve me well enough,' Lucius mused as Aquilla cried out in lust under Orion's will.

'Then I'll fill it!' he shrieked. 'I'll fill it for you… my master! Tonight!' Aquilla's head tipped back and his whole body stiffened… and Orion closed his eyes. Aquilla stayed still for a few moments as Orion moved back to be petted by Lucius, before opening his eyes desperately, fighting against his bonds.

'What the fuck!' he cursed as Orion licked Lucius' neck like an obedient dog.

'You didn't really think I'd give you your satisfaction when you fail to give me mine?' Lucius sneered. Aquilla whimpered and writhed, the tendrils were unbreakable.

'I'll go then.' Aquilla panted, face a picture of desperate lust as he watched the beautiful Orion nibble at Lucius' ear and elicit a mew of pleasure.

'That would be too gentle,' Lucius whispered, raising Orion's chin with a hand, smirking at Aquilla, before capturing Orion's lips in a violent conquest. Orion melted into him, moaning in glee, eyes softly shut and eyelashes fluttering on flushed cheeks. Aquilla locked his jaw, breathing through his nose in short, sharp gasps.

'You should be happy,' Lucius whispered after he broke the kiss, caressing Orion's perfect face with a hand. 'You didn't debase yourself, and now you get a show. That's far more than I'd ever give Perseus if he failed to please me.'

'I… am grateful, then,' Aquilla panted, before his chair swung around and parked itself next to the arm of the chaise long. Orion slid from Lucius' tender grip and down between his parted thighs. With shaking hands he reached up and unfastened the starched trousers, sliding them off with gentle care and attention. His eyes glinted hungrily. Aquilla let out an almost silent moan as he longed for them to be on him again. Lucius smirked.

'Continue,' he instructed Orion when he waited for his next command. Orion, silent, reached up removed the final item of Lucius's clothing, his eyes glowing like embers in the dim light of the room. Lucius violently snatched up a handful Orion's hair and tilted up his head sharply, extending the boys slender neck. He gasped, but it was filled with a desperate lust that did nothing to dampen Aquilla's painful excitement.

'You have been waiting for that, haven't you?' Lucius asked softly, ignoring Aquilla's wanton shuffling from his perfect view point. Even if the boy shut his eyes, Orion was particularly vocal. Lucius sneered. Orion blinked up at him, with the most perfect expression on his face. What a clever little creature he was. With a violent yank, Orion was dragged forward until his chin was resting on Lucius' groin, his eyes still locked with his masters. He did not protest, but Lucius could feel his pulse hammering against him through the boy's jugular. Aquilla averted his face, cursing under his breath. His heightened senses were betraying him. He was intoxicated. Slowly, tenderly, Lucius extracted his hand and allowed Orion to fall back onto his knees, shirt hanging off him in sensual disarray. He didn't need to be instructed on what to do next. Aquilla watched on tenterhooks as slowly Orion edged forward, little pink tongue visible and mouth opened a fraction, before popping out to run itself across Lucius's tip the way a cat would lap at milk. Lucius shivered, and braced himself against the chair with one hand. The other trailed up to caress Aquilla's cheek. The boy shivered at the touch, but did not resist. Lucius was satisfied by the little moan that reverberated through his fingertips. Orion, ever so slowly, took the shaft into one hand, and tenderly kissed down the other side, sending heightened sparks of fiery desire and pleasure through Lucius' torso. He groaned. Orion moved back along painfully slowly with a series of laps, before tickling at the sensitive vein with his tongue.

'Damn,' Aquilla spluttered, as if feeling it through the hand on his cheek. Lucius was watching, panting heavily.

'Stop teasing me,' he growled. Orion smiled, purring against the side of the shaft and watching it jump a little.

'You are too tense,' he purred against the soft skin. 'You must relax…' With a flawless movement he moved to the head, licking and kissing at it, pressing his lips around it. Lucius growled. Orion was just waiting for him to give. He was the master, and Orion the servant, but this servant could be very persuasive if he wanted. Lucius leant over and turned Aquilla's head, pressing soft kisses to the lips before forcefully invading the inexperienced mouth with tongue, eliciting groans of confused joy. Within seconds, the power balance had tipped again, and Orion had opened up and allowed Lucius entry. He moved slowly up and down about half the length, tickling and caressing with his tongue, grazing with the perfect firmness with his straight, perfect teeth. Lucius, despite getting his way, was enjoying the sensation of his almost unwilling Aquilla's kiss, and deepened it, eliciting a breathless gasp from the reluctant young man. Orion, feeling ignored, moved faster, massaging the base with his hands, demanding the focus. Lucius couldn't concentrate under the barrage, and his face slipped from Aquilla's, and he leant against the young man's forehead, gasping. Aquilla's mouth hung a little open as he watched, whimpering in ill contained desire. Orion purred skilfully as he made accommodations from the invading organ. Lucius' head fell back, his back arching off the sofa as he gasped.

'Damn,' he hissed. Aquilla had his eyes pinched shut and his face averted, but his breathing was shallow, and his slightly pointed ears flicking at every slightest noise. With an odd sort of wet noise Orion pulled back, panting hot flurries of air over the twitching head.

'Are you… relaxing?' he asked breathlessly. Lucius let out an impassioned growl and snatched up Orion's hair again, pulling the boy up and into his lap with little resistance. Orion, his pale chest dipping and rising in quick, rejuvenating breaths, linked his arms around Lucius' neck and pulled himself up tight, feeling Lucius' trembling hands trace lines down to his trousers.

'You weren't finished,' Orion whispered.

'Why waste it on something so trivial as foreplay?' Lucius purred into the boy's neck, feeling him tense deliciously at the sensation. Aquilla whimpered.

'Quit your complaining,' Lucius snapped at the meek looking boy. 'I am being lenient, am I not?'

'Of course, master,' Aquilla mumbled weakly, eyes pinched shut and averted. Orion helped Lucius derobe him, before straddling his hips, still clinging to his master. Lucius glared at Aquilla.

'Look at me when you address me,' he growled. Aquilla's eyes fluttered open.

'But, sir…' he began, but the icy feeling in the passion heated air brought Aquilla's head up and made it turn to face his master, only to clash eyes with the burning Orion, before his eyes involuntarily and briefly traced the contours of his androgynous form. He looked away with a pained gasp.

'Don't make me look!' Aquilla whined. 'I can't, I can't!' The vines tightened on his throat and choked a sob, before crawling up over his cheek.

'You can,' Lucius purred. 'It's a thing of beauty.' Aquilla's face was turned to face Lucius, and their eyes met. Aquilla found tears welling up, and he pinched them shut.

'Just… let me go and deal with the Whitcamps,' he begged.

'I'm not done with you yet,' Lucius purred. Orion was still frozen, pressed against him, eyeing the now shivering Aquilla.

'You… Please, sir!' Aquilla begged. 'I can't…'

'You weren't complaining before,' Lucius pondered. Aquilla intook a sharp breath.

'I…'

'You're a very odd, perverted young man, Aquilla,' he suggested, watching Aquilla flinch at the terms. 'I suppose one could call it a vaguely endearing feature.'

'Let me go,' Aquilla begged. Orion slowly glided out of Lucius' lap into the little space between his master and the arm of the chaise, before moving his face up close to Aquilla's without touching him. Aquilla's eyes were pinched shut, black fans of lashed fluttering against his cheeks.

'Do you remember when I gave you lust for your disobedience to our master?' he purred, millimetres from Aquilla's lips. Aquilla said nothing. 'Then you remember I told you that you would not forget where your loyalties lay again?' Aquilla bit his lip. Orion smiled.

'Did you forget? Did you forget that you are a servant to your master, and that it is your job to do his every bidding?'

'No,' Aquilla murmured, eyes pinched shut. Orion moved back a little and traced his finger across the other boy's lips, watching him jolt against his confines.

'Then why do you try and deny him?' Orion asked dryly. Aquilla said nothing, and was greeted with a burning hand slapping him hard across the face so that his head was thrown against the high wood back of the chair. He groaned in pain. A tendril plugged his mouth. His eyes opened to meet with Orion's cold amber gaze. Aquilla felt something inside him die a little under that hate. Orion suddenly gasped and his head fell forward onto Aquilla's shoulder. The hand that had dealt the blow dug pointed fingertips into the other boy's arm, it's opposite digging into the arm of the chaise. From where Aquilla was, though his vision seemed shaken by the heavy beating of his heart, he could not see where Lucius' hand was, but he could tell what it was doing. Orion let out a shriek, biting down sharply on Aquilla's shoulder, sending waves of pain and a twisted pleasure through the bound boy's system.

'Jesus,' he spluttered as Orion whimpered. Lucius stroked Orion's back as he trembled.

'Such a good little thing,' he whispered in a sick, possessive tone that nauseated his captive, but seemed to please the now shaking and purring Orion. Aquilla, somewhere between arousal and revulsion, gave an indiscernible groan. Both of Lucius's hands came back into view, clamping around Orion's gently curving hips. Orion moved back a little, releasing Aquilla's collarbone, and revealing a pair of sharp, fast receding teeth under the slightly puffy lips of Orion's perfect mouth, which hung open lightly. His eyes were almost shut and slightly misted. Aquilla was almost disgusted by what his mind had done to the lust this creature had infected him with, and now how he was totally intoxicated with such a pathetic depraved beast. Aquilla mentally reprimanded himself for calling the boy that. If what he idolised was a 'pathetic depraved beast', than what the hell was he? His thoughts were interrupted again by him forcefully pinching his eyes shut as Lucius drew Orion back to cradle him in his lap and make conquest on his mouth. Aquilla's head was once again locked in place by the vines. He felt himself choking on a desperate sob, partly because his hardness was becoming painful, and partly because what Lucius was doing to his petite porcelain puppet was something he could only dream of, and was forced to endure. To take him into his arms, to caress that velveteen skill, to listen to the humming thuds of his racing pulse against his own. To possess. To own. To keep. Orion groaned loudly as Lucius' hand slipped lower, and he released himself from the kiss with a protest.

'Surely this is not relaxing you?' Orion asked in a coy purr. Lucius did not answer, but his face disappeared behind Orion's profile and elicited high, airy gasps from the mastered instrument of Orion's throat. Orion, lost in the moment, was still brought back a little by the hollow black gaze that bored into him, and though his eyes did flicker towards it, no contact was made. Aquilla winced as Orion jerked and yelped.

'The names of the children,' Lucius ordered, moving down the chaise a little and moving Orion off his lap. The chair spun away from the arm of the chaise and returned to it's previous position. Aquilla's face was forced to face front, and receive a full frontal shot of the rather aroused Lucius Malfoy, knuckle deep in Orion.

'J-Jaques…' Orion began, crying out as Lucius toyed with him. 'Clllaude, and… and… Ah!' From all fours, Orion's arms buckled as Lucius forced his head into the velvet.

'And?' He snarled. Orion moaned piteously, and was rewarded with two fingers brutally joining the first. He shrieked.

'Madeline!' he bawled. 'Madeline!' Tears paused at the corners of his eyes. A sharp gasp escaped him as Lucius let up.

'Very relaxing,' he sneered, before grabbing a handful of Orion's hair and pulling his head up. 'Hands on the arm.' Shivering, but quite clearly in control, Orion did as requested. He legs parted a little further as if on queue. Lucius got onto his knees, and shot a look at Aquilla. Aquilla said nothing, merely returned his gaze with a hollow, dead glare. Lucius smirked.

'That's the effect I wanted,' he purred serenely. The vines began to loosen around Aquilla's head. Lucius kneaded Orion's hips and bent to blow lightly upon him. Orion let out a small, protesting sound, but did not resist as Lucius inevitably clutched him tighter and positioned himself. Aquilla's head fell a little slack, before limply erecting itself. Orion shivered as the light from the fire flickered over his figure, before he contorted as Lucius took the plunge. An unholy, animalistic shriek echoed through the carved arches and hollow spaces of the manor as Orion arched back, eyes wide and pale, mouth open as he bawled out the pain. He froze himself there, rigid, containing Lucius fully, whimpering and muttering words in some unintelligible dialect of a foreign language, hissed through sharp teeth. Lucius, panting a little, caressed him, cooing to him, calming him. If Aquilla had cared, he would have been sickened by this conceited, possessive affection. Orion gripped the edge of the chaise, teeth gritted, quivering and hissing through his teeth as he tried to re-accustomise himself. It had been a long time. Lucius began to pull back and Orion sobbed harrowingly at the movement. The vines began to recede from Aquilla's neck.

'Be quiet,' Lucius ordered, and Orion bit his lip hard, the slits of his eyes seeping fire and tears. His chest rise and fell swiftly and shakily, and he made a throaty noise as Lucius ploughed back into him. His head wrenched back and he groaned through his teeth in rapture, eyes burning like hellish flame as the fire began to die in the hearth. The walls seemed to bend a little, creaking horrifically. Lucius's violent thrusts quickened, and he did not complain when Orion screamed and a little blood began to trickle down his smooth inner thigh after a particularly forceful motion. The door rattled, it's hinges protesting, and the last flickers of the fire flared blue. Lucius' hand instinctively crept under Orion, and he gripped him, eliciting a jerky shiver from the reeling creature. Aquilla, numbly, could see his flesh-shredding teeth begin the lengthen in rapture, and his throaty cries become more desperate, more lust filled, and more animal. If Lucius couldn't control him, he had no doubt that his mixed breed idol would swing around and feast on the human bastard's flesh. As the vines receded from Aquilla's torso, Lucius growled a little, releasing Orion and shoving him away, eliciting more than one gasp from the shaky figure. Within in seconds he hand yanked Orion into his lap by the hip bones, and he sat the boy against his stiffness and he claimed his hungry lips once again. Aquilla felt a sickening hollowness empty behind his solar plexus as a thick streak of slippery gore slithered from Lucius' lips, down Orion's chin, before slinking along his jaw and down the curvature of his throat. He silently tried to suppress it, before reprimanding his human self and letting it flow. This was to his advantage, whether Lucius' was aware of it or not. He felt a deep growl exit his throat as his legs were slowly released, and Orion straddled Lucius' hip, claiming deeper inside his master's lips. It wasn't long before he was sliding down upon his length, and Lucius was free to let his head roll back as his pleasure was served to him on a silver-skinned platter.

'Is this…' Orion muttered thickly through blood stained teeth as he completed seating himself. 'relaxing?' Lucius trailed a hand up Orion's back, before clasping the back of his neck.

'Shut up,' he hissed. 'And don't stop.' Blood slipped from his already reddened lips and Aquilla felt his pupil's lengthen. Orion, ever serving, complied, and this new position and his own masterful skills sent Lucius reeling into a whole new dialect of Babylonian. His back arched as blows were placed down upon his already enflamed lust, and his hips bucked of their own accord. Orion was getting the responses he craved, and his own sensations were beginning to soar. He whimpered as Lucius forced himself deeper. Aquilla flicked the fingers on his now free hand as the vines continued to recede. His gums had begun to itch. Lucius' head rolled in pleasure, his fingers pressing against the flesh of Orion's waist with such force that his fingertips and the blush-heated skin onto which they pressed were blanched. Orion was becoming impatient, and he bucked harder and faster down upon Lucius' thrusts, chewing his lip and whimpering as the shaft created friction again his sensitive inner wall. Aquilla felt the growl exiting his throat before he heard it, his hollow heart thundering in his ears like the beat of a war drum. Lucius let out a sudden, ragged gasp, and near froze, before pushing hard and sending Orion, screeching, over the edge and over his chest. There were maybe one or two more, feeble, stacatto gyrations of Lucius' body, before he slumped against the chaise, Orion falling briefly atop him, before delicately extracting himself. With a purring rush, Aquilla was at Lucius' chin, lapping at the gore upon his neck, his tongue seeking the racing pulse. Lucius pushed him off, and Orion, shakily gathering his garments, was immediately pounced upon, Aquilla's desperate growls humming against his sweat-sheened skin. Orion's fingers clenched the sofa as sharp teeth grazed his skin, and he slowly shut his eyes. There was a sudden flush of cold air and dog-like yelp as Lucius' foot collided with Aquilla's side and he shuddered away, growling.

'Get you gone,' Lucius hissed, voiceless. Aquilla, eyes glinting, grinned, and with a horrible, leathery sound, vanished to all but a light-swallowing shadow, which, as it passed seamlessly and swiftly through the thick glassed window pane, took on the form of some hellish bat, and vanished into the night. Without further instruction, Orion had pulled on his trousers, and carrying his clothes under one arm he sashayed out of the room, closing the door silently and allowing Lucius to reclaim his mind from the haunts of his passions, before changing for dinner.

Orion purred as he looked back on that moment. He had been forbidden from bothering his 'master' since that day. He flicked his collar pensively, remembering Lucius' reaction to his unseen presence on Halloween Sunday. How delightfully angry he had been. Orion helped himself decadently to a Belgian chocolate from the box beside him, before snuggling down into the copious armchair some more. He allowed himself a sigh of satisfaction as the truffle melted on his tongue. Chocolate was not something he had tasted before he came here. He enjoyed it almost as much blood licked off someone else lips. It was a siren thing. He supposed it was a veela thing too. He'd seen how bloodthirsty they could get, though it was a mere shadow compared with the utter darkness of a siren's heart. He smirked at his own excellence, swathed in midnight blue velvet, a string of her ladyship's topaz's hanging around his slim throat as the maid next door was flogged for stealing them. The sound of her agony pleased him somewhat. He sighed, eyes wandering to his fingertips. What masterful fingertips they were. Before Lucius had found him, he had spent his lonely, orphaned, abandoned days doing exactly what he had pleased- enticing people to their untimely, gory deaths with his peerless beauty and charm. Not a lot had changed. He sucked on a finger, the action bringing back to his mouth the taste of the chocolate, followed by the last thing he had eaten. Human liver. He moaned in delight at the flavour. He had so enjoyed that. Chimera venom had little effect on him, except perhaps as a mild euphoric. The chimera hated and feared him, so, naturally, did as they were told. He had only needed the chimera for one purpose- it's venom. It, at his command, had pounced on the helpless Evelyn and filled him with it. After that, Orion had dismissed it, and spent hours at play with the now intoxicated body of the young man. Defenceless, his muscles all in complete spasm, and the venom keeping his brain and heart working, Evelyn's eyes had spewed tears and looks of agony and misery and longing and disgust and horror. Until, naturally, Orion had gouged them out and force fed them to the wretched creature. It hadn't been long after that the boy's body had finally given in, and in the throes of his death, Orion's monstrous claws had torn his organs asunder and he had devoured them hungrily, one by one. Finally, he had gorged on the liver, before leaving the rest to a few lurking beasts of the night. To be fair, there hadn't been much. That did not bother him. Orion slipped lower in the chair, enjoying the gorgeous wrath of the yellow fire as it lapped and crackled nearby. After spending fourteen years out in the cold, surviving on the heat of the sun and the kill, he had to admit that fire was the thing he probably most enjoyed about living here. Everything else... well, he could get that anywhere. He heard the door open. He inhaled, and smirked. His sense of smell, as keen as any, detected cologne. Expensive cologne. Orion involuntarily smirked. They were alone now. Aquilla had been locked in the dungeon for mouthing off, and all the snotty, irritating, probing 'guests' had quite rightly bogged off. Orion quashed his smirk and faked (very convincingly) a yawn. This was swallowed by a yelp of surprise as the armchair was kicked over and fell hard on top of him. He collided with the wood floor hard, the side table collapsing too and chocolates scattering over the floor. He peeped out from under the chair and whined. He put a hand down to try and lever the chair off his back when a booted foot came down hard on it. He cried out like a wounded bird, flapping his other arm and squawking horribly.

'You killed Evelyn,' Lucius' cool voice hissed. Orion did not answer, his teeth bared in dislike, shuffling under his chair-made prison.

'Admit it!' Lucius hollered, twisting his heel.

'Yaaah!' Orion bawled, his voice bitonal, feathers scattering out from under the chair and his hand burning red hot. Lucius increased the pressure, listening to the more frenzied squawks and shrieks coming from under the chair.

'Tell me you did it!' he commanded. Orion ignored him, his hand igniting in protest. The dragon hide boots were unscathed. Frustrated and in pain, Orion's voice wailed out a horrible protest.

'Shut up!' Lucius commanded. 'Shut up, shut up, shut up!' With that, he kicked the chair off the horrific beast and cast a Spell at it. It slammed through a sofa, knocking it over, and into the wall, dislodging years of dust, sending portraits flying. There was a long, horrible silence, before a frightfully pale head became apparent as it straightened up, glaring maliciously, eyes full of red fire, lips draw back over sharp teeth and thick black claws replacing fingertips.

'How dare you-'

'How dare you even speak after what you've done,' Lucius snarled. Orion growled at him, shoulders rising, eyes burning at him in anger and pain.

'I will-'

'You will not.' Orion shut his mouth, his fine hair in disarray and clotted with blood seeping from a wound in his scalp. Lucius' mouth was pressed into a thin, pale line of dislike. 'I have just spent the last 24 hours cleaning up after you. Writing letters, arranging funerals... do you have any idea what you've done!' Orion relaxed, smirking nastily, his features becoming his mask again.

'I was hungry,' he said lightly.

'My servants would bring you fresh meat if you asked for it!'

'I don't want fresh meat!' Orion spat. 'I have to kill-'

'Not without my permission,' Lucius snarled. 'You are mine! Do you hear me? Mine! You do as you are told, when you are told, and nothing else. You never kill a Malfoy, do you hear me? Never! You never kill anyone without my permission. NEVER!' He kicked the side table. It broke. Orion glared feverently, teeth locked in a jagged line.

'Say it,' Lucius demanded. 'Say it, or suffer my wrath.' Orion snarled. A curse shot out of his want, and Orion screamed, skin bubbling up on his arm where he had thrown it up in defence.

'Stop!' He screamed.

'Who is your allegiance to?'

'Lucius! Always to you, my master!' Lucius paced across the room to glare down as his quarry wriggled on the floor.

'And what does your master tell you?' Orion opened teary watery yellow eyes.

'To not kill again... without his permission.'

'And what are you going to do about Evelyn?' Lucius asked softly. Orion eyed him meekly.

'I...' he began, before stopping. 'I'll invade their minds, burn the memories away...' Orion whimpered at his boil covered arm. 'I'll make them all forget... for you and your nobility, my master.' Lucius lowered his wand slowly, and Orion crawled to his feet, grovelling, pawing at his legs.

'My master,' he whispered. 'My wonderful, powerful, incredible master...' Lucius did not look at him, but kicked him out of the way. Orion whimpered like a discarded puppy, eyeing Lucius balefully, cradling his infected arm. Lucius paced away, righting the chair, before slumping into it. Orion began to creep over.

'Stay where you are,' he snarled. 'Those boils stink.' Orion mewed weakly, eyeing Lucius past the wrecked sofa. His eyes caught his master's silver pair, and Lucius, frowning, gave him, tossing a tub of ointment to the animal boy. He lathered it on, flexing his fingers as the boils slowly deflated and disappeared.

'You will visit the Rottering-Malfoy's tonight,' Lucius commanded. Orion nodded, blood trickling down the vulnerable curve of his throat. 'Tomorrow morning I will send up the staff one by one. Am I clear?' Orion nodded sharply, bending his elbow as his arm hissed and paled. Lucius frowned.

'I...' he paused. 'I have a task for you,' he said gently. Orion looked up keenly.

'What do you desire?' he asked cordially, as if the blood falling from his skull was nothing. Lucius sighed, examining his finger nails.

'I need him back,' he whispered. Orion tensed up.

'Oh?' he choked. Lucius frowned.

'Yes,' he confirmed. 'His absence disturbs me.' He shook his head. 'No... it is more than that. I must check upon his progress. He has a ridiculous habit of getting into things too deep, and then getting stuck.'

'One would think by this age he could cope with getting himself out,' Orion drawled. Lucius threw a wine glass at him.

'A little less of that disrespect, Orion,' he snapped. 'You've already filled your quota for the week.' Orion said nothing, seething, shards of glass glinting on his cheeks. Lucius eyed the fire. 'I need you and Aquilla to find him.'

'Aquilla cannot concentrate in my presence, master,' Orion commented. Lucius nodded.

'True enough,' he said with a small smile. 'That's why I will send you where you are needed, and him on reconnaissance.' Lucius got to his feet, pacing towards the fireplace. Orion watched him go surreptitiously. 'We must find him... before He does. He will use him against us.'

'Yes...' Orion murmured. 'A pity we couldn't just rid ourselves of the problem-'

'We will,' Lucius cut in dangerously. 'When we defeat Him. More than half His ranks have turned from Him. They fear His power, but they have hearts. Sacrificing our children was when He took a step too far.'

'It was a terrible day,' Orion mewed blankly. Lucius walked back to his seat.

'Go and get ready,' he said calmly. 'You will find out what has happened to him... and whatever else you can dig up of use.' Orion nodded, getting to his feet. 'You leave tomorrow evening.'

'Don't worry yourself, my master.' Orion's eyes sparkled at the prospect of freedom. 'Your darling Orion will not let you down. Draco will be discovered.' He smiled sweetly, an image a tiny shiverring wretch clouding across his eyes. 'As soon as I have news of him, you shall hear of it.'

'Good.' Lucius examined his fingernails as the boy left. 'I would expect no less from you.' With his head facing away from the door, he was unaware of the grin that marred Orion's mouth.

Find him! People don't disappear! He's plotting against me! I must crush him... I must have control!

'Harry, you alright?' Ron shocked him awake and Harry sat up with a horrible gasp. He glared around blearily. His eyes fell on a large ball of silver-grey. Chudley was curled, asleep, against Silver's tiny form. He had slept through it all. Harry frowned, rubbing his burning scar, the carriage gliding along in the predawn light.

'Yeah,' he said. 'I'm fine.'

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