Saving Lucius by sa1boy

Chapter 6

"Lucius, my impatience grows with each passing minute. Where is the progress report on the whereabouts of your wife? Can you confirm to me where Narcissa has disappeared to? I was hoping that you would have returned with her, so that she may be prepared for her new mate."

The Dark Lord was not pleased with his Number One. Lucius had been tasked with finding his wife so that Lord Voldemort could give her to his newest ally.

"My Lord, perhaps if my sweet Narcissa knew the identity of her new love, she would be more inclined to show her face?"

"Crucio!" spat the Dark Lord, raising his wand to Lucius. Thrusting it at him intently, forcing more of his power into the Cruciatus curse. With each thrust, Lucius' screams were the only indication of the severity of the invisible attack. Wave after wave of malevolent energy was penetrating deep into the blonde aristocrat's skin.

"Please, my Lord, forgive me?" Bubbling sores were erupting on Lucius' face, the intensity of the Cruciatus more severe than he had ever felt before.

"Tell me, Lucius, how is it that Narcissa cannot be found? Do you not have your cronies scrying for her?"

Lucius stood up, attempting to hide his agony from his master's onslaught. He'd hidden his wife; he didn't care who she shagged, that was not why he was playing this very dangerous game with his life.

He would give Narcissa's heart on a silver platter if he could further his goals at world domination. But there was one thing in the way. That was Voldemort's newest ally. Lucius had not been included in the plan, had not been consulted as to the nature or identity of the new player. All that was said was that when the time was right, the new 'right hand' to the Dark Lord would reach out and smite all those in the Light.

His only fee for this great service he would perform would be the bride of Lucius Malfoy.

Now Lucius had his own agenda in life.

1st Rule the world

2nd Have heirs to follow suit

3rd Marry his love

Now…Lucius didn't care which way he ruled the magical world. Light was as good as Dark to him; it just mattered that he ruled. Call it 'megalomaniacal self-preservation', if you want. One thing that Lucius had in abundance was cunning. He was the most gifted espionage agent the wizarding world had ever seen. Every successful raid or battle Voldemort's forces succeeded in against the Light, would invariably have been designed on Lucius' information.

Lucius planned that the boy who lived would be seduced by his son Draco from the first day he went to Hogwarts. It was far from being an accident that Draco fell in love with Harry. It was the culmination of a carefully sculptured plan, which was five painful years in the making.

After Harry married Draco, Lucius would have a new ally of his own. And he would marry him, his sense of right and wrong would demand it, after they made love next, and Draco found he was pregnant.

Oh yes, Draco's pregnancy.

Lucius wasn't in the Blind Beggar pub by accident earlier tonight; he, or should I more accurately say, Moe, was there to slip a highly potent fertility draft into the drink his son had been given. Lucius, under his glamour, had spelled the draft into Draco's glass, as Severus made all that commotion.

It would last for twenty-four hours. As it was nearly midnight, he figured that his son and his son's lover would retire for the evening, to follow whatever clues he may have left in the morning. He was, of course, correct as once Draco and his companions realised the direction their next clue was to take them, they decided it would be best to get an early night. And tackle tomorrow with renewed hope.

"Sorry, Lord, I killed one of them earlier this evening; inefficiency cannot be tolerated. I will personally search for her, my Lord." Lucius had two drafts earlier in the Blind Beggar pub. The second one was a sleeping draft, aimed for his lover, Severus.

"Lucius, I will remember what you have said. You have seventy-two hours to bring me Narcissa, or I will give my new ally your son instead. Do I make myself clear?"

Lucius backed away out of the room where the Dark Lord was beginning a conversation with Nagini, his pet snake.

"I understand, Lord, I will bring you one or the other by that time."

Lucius apparated to the doorway he had been in before that evening, and watched as his lover and son were followed into Severus' window, by the one who ultimately would save them all: Harry Potter.

Lucius knew that as soon as Draco became pregnant, Harry would be classed as family, and as family, would be forced to include Lucius within his protective shield. Lucius could then reveal himself, inform on the ally and help Harry to kill Voldemort, and if in the process Harry got killed as well, well…so be it. Lucius would pick up the pieces, and eventually Dumbledore would perish without the Golden Boy to protect him.

Lucius waited until the lights went out and levitated himself under a veil of invisibility to Severus' window. Looking in he saw his life, his lover, naked on the bed, face down, appearing to be asleep.

Hovering over to the next window he observed Harry undressing his son, confident that he was going to be granted his wish of a bonded mate for his son, another heir for the Malfoy name and a protector all-in-one. His plan was coming together.

Moving back to Sev' s window, he waited 'til the potions master stirred no more and let himself in. Severus moaned in his sleep. The feel of Lucius sucking a nipple into his mouth, alternating between nipping and laving at the hard pebble, while fingers plucked and teased their way down his body had to be a dream. "Luciusss," he slurred in his sleep.

Severus rolled towards the warmth and heat crying out as the mouth moved lower, leaving wet trails cooling in the night air. With a guttural sound, Severus thrust forward as the head of his cock was tormented first with a series of small licks then one hard pulling suck before the wet mouth moved yet again.

Severus' top leg was gently pushed up as the mouth moved over his sack first, then made a long swipe up to circle around the tight pucker quivering in anticipation. Severus arched back, feeling two slick fingers enter him… pushing and stretching.

Severus gasped as the head a cock breached the tight ring of muscle. "Oh, gods! Lucius!" The slow thrusting against his prostate rocked the sleeping man to murmuring pleas for release. "Luc… now, I need you… here."

Feeling a hand close around his cock, Severus pushed into the tight hold with every thrust from behind. Moments…minutes or seconds…later, Severus pulsed with a sharp grunt, covering his stomach and linens in the warm bitter fluid of satisfaction. Arching back, he could feel his lover tip over the edge with him.

Lucius left satisfied that he had just reaffirmed his love for his drugged mate. Unaware that in the next room Harry couldn't wake his lover.