Title: Black and Deep Desires

By Dr. Kim-chan

Me: Well, this fic is certainly starting to live up to its title.

Harry: I'll say.

Me: Now you'll understand why I gave this fic its rating. But I won't describe every detail, like I said before. It'll all be done in general yet suggestive terms. (strikes a dramatic pose) That is the art of true fanfiction writing.

Ron: (still tied up in his chair) It's the art of insanity, that's what it is.

Me: Quiet, you. Just sit there and critique this chapter like a good little muse…hey! I just noticed something! I went four whole chapters without making a disclaimer!

All 3: (gasp) Make one now!

Me: Okay! Before I get reported, let us have it on record that I do not own nor do I aspire to own any part of the Harry Potter corporate colossus. All that glitter and gold belongs to Warner Bros., as well as the almighty writer who is JK Rowling. Besides, they'd have my ass on a platter if they found out what I was doing with her characters…

Ron: Yeah, like forcing them into bizarre slash fics!

Me: What-ever. Rolling Chapter 5, Part 2! (clicks the remote)

(Begin Chap. 5)

...It was a never-ending sea of silk and the scent of musk, with Ron attempting to fight his way up to the surface. He continued to writhe, trying to break free. But it was no use; he was exhausting himself out. In fact, that had been Lucius's plan. Simply by latching on to his wrists, he was able to keep his prey where he wanted it. He wouldn't have to resort to brute force...and he didn't want to. Ron would learn his place soon enough.

A minute later, Ron stopped moving entirely, panting loudly. His pajama shirt was wrinkled and twisted every which way, the waistband of his pants tugged slightly down without being too appealing. Satisfied, Lucius released his arms and inspected Ron's trembling body up and down, wondering where to start first. Then, with indifference, he began to undo the shirt buttons. Upon finishing the last button, he pushed away the two separate pieces to expose Ron's chest.

"My, my, my. Your skin is so pale. I'm curious to see just how pale you are."

A slow lunge upward, and now Lucius sat at the far end of the bed, letting Ron get a second wind. The blonde's pajamas consisted of draping black velvet brocade, leaving everything to the imagination. Not thinking clearly, Ron made his first mistake by also getting up. In the process, the shirt slipped away and off of his arms, leaving his torso bare. A second too late, he noticed Lucius staring and frantically tried to put his shirt back on. A sudden leap, and Lucius was back on top, his hands working ferociously. Before long both of their shirts were on the carpet below. Either it was his state of shock, or Ron was taking the time to feel the warmth of the older man's chest. Due to their similar heights, their faces were always level with one another.

"You've never even kissed yet, have you, Weasley?"

Ron shook his head, unknowingly signaling for Lucius to make the initiative. Slowly, their lips touched, and Ron was at a loss for what to think or say. It was another moment later before tongue was involved. For what seemed like ages, he closed his eyes to distract himself from thinking about whom he was kissing.

Suddenly, there was a sharp pinch at his neck, and Ron's eyes flew open.

"Ah!" he hissed, rubbing the sore spot. He didn't have to guess who was responsible for that discomfort. Lucius was giving him another hard stare.

"Not a satisfactory kiss," the man reprimanded. "Was your mind somewhere else?"

"Yes," Ron admitted.

"Then start thinking. Be more aware of what I'm doing to you. I may be dominant here, but you must make the effort to cooperate. Don't just lie there with your mouth open so wantonly."

Ron's anger returned. He may not have had a mastery of vocabulary like Hermione, but he knew what that last word meant.

"I'm not asking for this," he snapped. "Believe me, it's the last thing I'd ask for. You're the one who's acting so wanton."

Lucius sat above him, contemplating Ron's comeback. He stood still for a while with a curious glance in his blue eyes—long enough for the redhead to be fooled into thinking that he'd won the debate.

Not exactly.

As fast as a cobra poised to strike, Lucius' arm swung out backwards, then curved forward, gaining enough momentum for the hand to make a burning red welt on the younger boy's cheek. Ron's head recoiled and he looked away, his eyes thin slits of hatred, staring at no one in particular. He was angrier than ever, yet a bit of dismay was also included. Nobody had ever slapped him before (at least not so brutally). All fury was kept stored up in his body and soul; he sure as hell couldn't fight back against Draco's father. He had to remind himself why he was doing this. If he didn't carry out his…'duties', then his family would be in danger. But Ron Weasley was not one to be pushed around. Not by anything.

Or perhaps he spoke too soon. The worst of this ordeal was soon to come.

In the midst of recovering from his shock, his overbearing master tackled him down into the silk again. However, there was something different about the position he had put the younger boy in which Ron couldn't quite put his finger on. For one thing, he wasn't facing Lucius anymore. Instead, he was lying on his stomach—

No!, Ron protested mentally. That bastard wouldn't dare.

"I see you're overdue for a lesson in respecting your superiors. Yet I already see that the classic punishments won't cut it. You're too much of a free spirit, what with following Potter into the depths of hell and back," Lucius reflected bitterly. "That's all right—I already know your weakness. It's a deep mechanism of the mind you'd never understand, so it may be best to show you."

"What're you babbling on about?" Ron complained, his voice partially muffled by the sheets.

"Simply put, you can stand a beating or two. Something like that would never put you down. Besides, I can't give you back to your parents damaged. On the other hand, if someone became too intimate with you, you get very uncomfortable."

Ron thought it over, and it was true. Hitting only made him stronger—in fact, he enjoyed a good bout. It was closeness he hated more than anything. He even got antsy when his mom hugged him (or maybe that was just embarrassment).

"You need a punishment that means more than a hit, a punishment no one can see. That's why I asked if you've lost your virginity yet. You see…I'd like to have the honor of taking it."

That was all he needed to say. In mere seconds Ron turned from defiant to terrified. He jumped up to try another escape, but Lucius already had him pinned down. Ignoring how exhausted he was, Ron thrashed about, shouting out protests and insults alike. He stubbornly carried on like that for what felt like half an hour, but he had a restricted area of movement. His arms and legs became weak, and then he reluctantly gave up. He didn't want to, but he had to. His muscles ached, his throat was hoarse…besides, to whom in the Malfoy Manor could he call for help? He had no friends here. There wasn't anything he could do. He was trapped.

"Resistance only wets my appetite," the older man warned, his fingers and thumb latching on to the waistband of Ron's pants. In one swift stroke, he pulled them down to his knees. What made this situation more mortifying was that he had also pulled down his underwear in the process. This act of carnal affection defied all logic within the redhead. He was literally being exposed to one of the most loathsome individuals he ever met. But the older man was far from finishing his intimate work. He pulled off the restrictive clothing completely and threw them on top of the pile of shirts. The bastard was daring to.

I will not cry. I will not cry. That's just what he wants. He wants to see me collapse and become a pathetic pile of dung. No matter what, I won't become weak. I won't let him see me cry…

It was a desperate effort. He was blushing hotly, but not crying. Burning warmth pulsated behind his eyeballs. Moisture collected on his eyelids. It was the most embarrassing moment of his life. Lucius changed positions so that his body was now flat parallel and a millimeter above Ron's, the taunting voice in his reddened ears. A quiet rustling of silk was also heard—the sound of Lucius taking off his own pants.

"It'll be over in a minute, Weasley…just relax…"

The black silk brocade pants also found their way to the floor, along with Lucius's own undergarments. Daring to peek, Ron turned away from the pillow and looked up to his assailant. A sinister grin stared back; it was the crazed look of a monster preparing to feast upon his defenseless prey. Lucius's body…surprisingly, it didn't look half bad. He became thinner than when Ron last remembered him; that oh-so-warm chest heaving with deranged determination…Ron buried his face into the pillow. He didn't want his eyes to describe anything further than that.

Besides, he felt it a second later.

The sensation was unlike anything in this world Ron had ever experienced in his life. It was a hot, rushed, forceful touch that went as deep as it could, painful enough to make the redhead cry out, but at the same time strangely alluring. Slowly, the mysterious invader sneaked halfway out and entered again at the same steady speed. Was this really happening to him? Ron was now at the point where his mind was floating around aimlessly; still aware of what was going on, but in a haze of disbelief. He couldn't control his lips, which were spaced apart instead of clenched like he wanted them to be. Drunken with conflicting senses, Ron moaned into the pillow. Misinterpreting the sounds, Lucius took up speed, changing the moans to helpless whimpers and fast-paced breaths.

And so this macabre ritual of intimacy between Ron Weasley and Lucius Malfoy continued, all through the night, and whosoever found themselves at that peak of indescribable pleasure before the sun rose found themselves the luckier.

(End Chap. 5)

Me: (speechless)

Ron: (speechless)

Harry: (speechless)

Draco: "Mysterious invader"? What the hell?

Me: I SAID general terms!

Ron: Not that I wanted that chapter to continue, but that's it?

Me: Pretty much. You'll hear about the morning after next. Besides, I've totally been procrastinating on this chapter for a week, and I've gotten more reviews since then! So until Chapter Six! Let the wave of Ron/Lucius spread throughout FF.N!

All except Ron: Hoo-hah!