A/N:

Be advised, this chapter is closer to M-rated than the previous four.

-AL

Lights, Camera, ACTION!

TAPE FIVE:

NARCISSA & LUCIUS MALFOY

"I cannot believe you were going to wear that," said Narcissa Malfoy disdainfully to her husband.

"What's wrong with it?" He glanced at the bed, where he'd tossed the floor-length, ornate gold and navy blue crushed velvet wizard's robe he'd intended to wear open over a white dragon hide vest, with white silk trousers. He was standing in front of his wardrobe in nothing but satin undershorts and knee-high gray socks, while Narcissa set up the camcorder.

She intended for them to be videoed while sitting on the heavy oak hope chest at the foot of their king sized bed, though he would have preferred a less intimate setting, perhaps the parlor, drawing room, or library. Of course, he couldn't place too many demands on her, lest she might pull out entirely, meaning this was all for naught. Though considering it was his birthday gift, she might have been a little less... bossy... about the whole thing.

"We have to look as though we fit together," she said. She left the camera on its tripod and hurried to his wardrobe. She was already dressed in a form-fitting currant red Victorian bodice paired with a currant and black accented skirt that clung to her hips and flared only slightly toward the bottom. Her white-blonde hair was plaited up, and her red lips were made even brighter by her pale complexion and darkened lashes.

She'd spent hours getting ready.

He'd taken a shower, combed his hair, and threw on the first outfit he found.

"Wear this." She handed him his high-collared black shirt and a long frock coat.

"I'll look like Severus."

She rolled her eyes. "Fine, this then."

It was similar, black, with buttons, but looked like a cross between a wizard's severe classic frock coat and the jacket for a Muggle tuxedo. He pulled it on over black trousers and a belt, no dragon scale vest, but he did insist upon his best lace up dragon-hide boots.

She quickly explained the way the camcorder worked.

"Afterward, we can play it back - there's a Muggle hotel in London where they've got a video player and a television in every room-"

"A what?" asked Lucius.

"Which will allow us to watch it before we've sent it out." She stood up straighter, thrusting her chest forward, shoulders back, exuding a confidence she didn't quite feel. "Unless you've changed your mind, my darling. I could gift you something else for your birthday."

"This is discrete?"

She nodded.

"Then it is what we shall do." He kissed her high cheekbone, tugged down on his sleeves, and sat in his pre-assigned seat. She handed him his mask. Like his Death Eater mask, it covered most of his face, but unlike the the Death Eater masks, it was gold and silver and adorned with small diamond chips around the eyes, purchased for a New Year's Eve masquerade many years ago. Narcissa slipped on her own mask and waited for Lucius to tie in in the back. Hers covered only half her face, purchased for the same extravagant party. It was white with a black lace overlay and several small feathers one side; it, too, was adorned with diamond chips around the eyes.

"Ready?" she asked.

"If you are," he answered.

She hit the Record button and moved to sit beside him.

"Good evening," he said silkily. "My name and face may be well known to many of you, but for the purpose of maintaining anonymity, given the circumstances, I have chosen to keep both close to the vest. My wife shall do same."

She inclined her head in the tinsiest nod.

"We are seeking someone considerate of our need for discretion, as our reputations are of the utmost importance to us. We are also seeking someone who understands the female form, and knows how to make a woman purr with pleasure. We are seeking someone for whom satisfaction of the baser desires of man comes naturally, one adept at taking the time to build and bring another to ecstasy before expecting anything in return, one who possesses a wicked and talented tongue, fingers that know when to be rough and when to be gentle, and better stamina than a thestral at breeding time. We are seeking someone who revels in having an audience, who can both give and get and knows when the time has come for each, one who can balance maintenance of dignity with indulgence in the darkest, most carnal desires, the-"

"Pleasures of the flesh," Narcissa broke in. She shifted slightly uncomfortable on the wood hope chest. "We are seeking a man who enjoys sex with a woman for the benefit of the woman, not one who lives and comes and goes and dies for himself. One who knows the importance of a deep and lasting kiss be it on these lips, or..." She let the end of the sentence hang, her eyes momentarily focused on her hands in her lap, the implication clear. She again made 'eye contact' with the camera lens, but her hips shifted again as she did so.

Lucius, too, looked somewhat uncomfortable, as if his trousers had suddenly gotten a little too tight. He let out a slightly shaky breath and nodded at her, an encouragement to continue. She went on.

"We seek a man who is not only immune to jealousy, but is spurred on by the knowledge he is being watched, studied, critiqued... loathed. You may have me, and I may have pleasure, and my husband may have the experience of knowing what it is to be tied to a chair, gagged, and forbidden from using magic, whilst watching another man taste and touch and violate his wife of nearly two decades."

"After that portion of the evening has been completed to our satisfaction, it shall be your turn to play observer," said Lucius. He reached over and placed his hand between both of Narcissa's. Her long, red nail scratched lightly at the back of his hand as her thumb traced circles on his inner wrist. "And, should all go well, you'll eventually be permitted to join us. We'll take my wife to the peak of bliss together, and not reach completion until she has unreservedly forgotten her own name, for her mind will have exploded from the sheer euphoria brought on by it all."

"Should we feel this has gone well, we would not be adverse to making it a regular occurrance."

"Indeed," agreed Lucius. "And should you fit with us, should we be a solid match, I promise, we shall make it worth your while in ways you cannot currently conceive, to be discussed and decided at a later date. But for now, we are seeking to fill a position to last one night..."

"One perfect, prolonged, pussy-pleasuring night..."

"During which you, frankly put, shall fuck my wife while I watch..."

"Lucius?" Narcissa sounded breathless, desperate.

"Yes?"

"I want you now."

"Now?"

"Now!"

"Now is good." He grabbed her, pulled her into her lap so she was straddling him, and buried his face between her breasts. She could feel the evidence of his arousal straining against the cloth of his trousers. She untied his mask and tossed it off the side of the bed, but left her own on. Their mouths met in a heated kiss; they did not part until both were in dire need of air.

"Fuck finding another man," panted Narcissa, as she and Lucius tore at each other's clothes. His trousers were unbuttoned. Her bodice was yanked down to expose her breasts. They were both breathing heavily, growing heady, mad for each other. His tongue laved over her nipple. Her long nails scraped at the back of his neck.

"Lucius, love, let's film ourselves doing it and watch later, from that hotel. Yes?"

"Yes! Fuck, Narcissa... yes!" He twisted and tossed her onto the bed with a quick, cheeky grin aimed directly at the camcorder. "Happy birthday to me!"

NEXT UP:

Fenrir Greyback

(Don't worry, his will include more humor and less smut. Or worry, I guess, if citrus is what you're into!)

Thanks for reading!

-AL