Strange Love
Written for the Genie Game challenge
For Dear Pigfarts. Love the Doctor who wished for "the weirdest pairing you can think of!"
Genie type - standard
Warning - this story contains interspecies relationship between a man and his house elf. It is complete crack nonsense and is not meant to be taken seriously.
Dobby was quite fond of the edible body glitter he had found in Hermione's bag while cleaning her room. He and Winky had tried it out on each other, getting drunk on butterbeer and doing body shots while consuming the delicious, flavored sparkly glitter. But although he had had fun experimenting with this pleasurable new taste sensation, what he really wanted to do was take some of this glitter home to his loving master.
That night, Dobby snuck into Hermione's room and stole her entire bag full of edible body glitter. He brought it home to his master, dragging the heavy bag up the stairs towards their bedroom, leaving shining flecks of silver and pink behind him on the floor.
Everyone thought that Dobby had been freed a few years ago, and that he would never again return to Malfoy manor. But over the years he had come to love the abuse inflicted upon him by Lucius Malfoy, and they developed a rather strange relationship, with Dobby acting as the willing submissive whenever Lucius wanted a pleasure filled night of inflicting pain upon the poor creature.
"Master," Dobby called out, opening the bedroom door and looking around for Lucius. "Master, I is home. And I has brought you a gift, sir."
Lucius entered the room, walking out of the bathroom wearing a luxurious emerald green bathrobe tied at the waist with a silver drawstring. He looked down at the elf, a glass of wine in his hand as Dobby heaved the heavy bag across the room and deposited it on the bed.
"Look, master," said Dobby, panting from exertion as he climbed up onto the bed. He took one of the bottles of shiny glitter from the bag and held it up for Lucius to see. "This is edible body glitter. This one is tasting of grape flavor, sir. You sprinkles it on then licks it off. It is very good, sir."
The blond aristocrat raised an eyebrow as he looked at the bottle of shimmering glitter sparkling in the candlelight. "Where did you find this?" he asked, setting aside his glass of wine on the table beside the bed.
"In Miss Granger's possession, sir," said Dobby. "Dobby suspects she was using it on the Weasley boy, sir. He has the most sparkly trousers as of late."
"I see." Lucius sat down on the bed beside his precious elf. He grasped the edges of his silk robe and eased the lush fabric aside, exposing his smooth, bare chest. "Go on," he said, in that oh so sweet, seductive voice of his.
Dobby's bright green eyes lit up as a smile spread across his face. "Really, sir? You is letting me use this?"
"Certainly," Lucius replied. "You have behaved yourself and taken your punishments when necessary. So I think you have earned a reward."
The house elf opened the lid of grape flavored glitter, dipping his fingers in the jar and smearing it across Lucius' chest. The pureblood wizard exhaled a deep sigh of pleasure as he felt the elf's hands brush lightly across his chest. Dobby then leaned in close and gave his master's chest a tentative lick.
Lucius was enjoying these pleasurable sensations, letting his darling house elf smear more glitter on his chest, painting him in a variety of different colors and flavors. It was their little secret. No one needed to know. Just a wizard and his elf, alone for the evening, enjoying a night of passionate bliss.