Author: Mosh Title: Not Nearly Broken Note: You may not archive, re-post, or alter any of my stories without my permission. Please contact me first. Thanks! |
After lazily sipping the last of his wine, Lucius set his glass down. He rested the quill he'd been carefully scratching across the parchment back in the gargoyle-shaped ink well. His Muggle-Resistance reports were finally finished. Gently rubbing his eyes, he rose from behind his desk. He eyed the two statues sitting at either side of his study door; porcelain perfection, each orange-brown freckle painted on masterfully by genes; glazed blue eyes staring ahead at nothing; naked bodies arched. Like two alabaster statues, they held stock still, their hands planted firmly to the carpet in front of them, their legs bent beneath their bodies in a kneeling position. "Come." As he opened the door and walked through, they sprang to life. Animated strangely, with jerky limbs and gagging mouths, they followed on their knees, shuffling across the floor, their limp cocks swaying in time to their movements like twin pendulums. "You've been so good this past week," Lucius said, leading them onwards, along a warm, carpeted corridor and then down a set of steps. "You may accompany me on a visit." They tried very hard not to bump into each other, tried not to stumble. Although he caught them occasionally aiding one another, Lucius let it be. Although he caught their eyes flashing back and forth in silent communication: 'Are you okay?' and 'No, not really', he let it go, this time.
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"Lucius." Needing no further invitation, Lucius swept through into Severus's underground office. "Let them in." Fred and George crawled in his wake. Severus watched them suspiciously as they passed the threshold, his eyes trained on the muscles in their shoulders, the ripple of their spines under their golden backs. Their arses worked too temptingly; left to right and left to right and left to right, knee by knee, foot by foot, until they were in and Severus closed the door. "I don't know why you keep them." Oh, Severus, you liar. "I keep them," Lucius said with a pleasant smile, "because it took so long to break them in." He went to Severus and stroked a fine white finger down one sallow cheek. "Which reminds me. I believe you owe me something." With a reluctant smirk, Severus pulled back and fetched a small money pouch from his robes' pocket. As he did, his eyes passed over the twins still kneeling beside the door. "Hang on a second, I just saw them communicate with each other." "They're more or less obedient," said Lucius smoothly. "What's a little eye contact here and there?" "I know them. I wouldn't trust them as far as I could throw them, the rotten little fools." Severus held on to the money pouch, the coins rattling snugly inside. "And as it is, our bet remains outstanding. They aren't broken. Not nearly broken." Inhaling deeply, Lucius let out an impatient sigh. The boys behaved, they understood their place. They had already been given one or two small tastes of the kind of punishment they'd be met with if they ever tried to be cheeky. They were also fully aware of the unspeakable punishment they'd suffer if they tried to escape - not by Lucius's hands, but his Lord's. Lucius had explained it to them very early on. "Not nearly? Please. They're as broken as need be." Severus looked dubious. Letting out an incredulous huff, Lucius went about straightening the cuffs of his robes. "Do you have some time to spare?" he said, after a moment. Severus glanced at the stacks of reports scattered across his desk, then shrugged lightly and nodded. "If it would ease your mind..." Lucius indicated to the twins. Wetting his thin lips with his tongue, Severus stared at them. "I..." "You may have your pick." "They look exactly the same. What difference would it make?" "Ah." Lucius went to the twins and beckoned Severus to follow him. "If you look closely..." He pointed to the nearest twins' shoulder, where a dense, brownish spattering of freckles formed a neat circular pattern. Then to the other twin, where, on closer inspection, the freckles were formed in a rough heart-shape. "Cute," Severus remarked dryly. Lucius let out a soft snort. "They're very interesting, if you take the time to look." "I don't have the luxury of time, particularly not to study much more than plans and maps." Severus's voice dropped to a whisper. "He's getting restless again, Lucius. You must have noticed it." "Hmm," Lucius hummed, non-committally. It didn't do to talk about the Dark Lord behind his back, under any circumstances. You could never be quite sure when he was listening in, and by what means. "Then, we will not bother you further." "No, wait," Severus cut in, as Lucius turned to leave. He was staring icily at the twins, but it was very evident from the way his intense gaze remained on them that he was interested. He bit his lip, then, finally, "Bring them over here." He moved over to his desk and began to clear his papers and quills away. Lightly tapping their backsides with the toe of his boot, one after the other, Lucius prompted Fred and George across the carpet. They went catlike, two slinking creatures of cream and orange. His chest swelled with pride. Not broken? Oh, honestly. "Stand," Lucius commanded. The twins rose unsteadily to their feet, swaying slightly as they got used to being upright after so many hours on their knees. They were tall, slim, firm things; Lucius kept an appraising eye on them as Severus prepared some space. "The one with the heart," Severus said eventually, not looking up as he pushed the last parchment into his desk drawer and closed it. Lucius gave George a little nudge. "Go to Severus." George obeyed. As he rounded the desk, his balled up fists were not lost on Lucius. Nor on Severus. "If they try anything funny..." he warned. "I'll not hesitate." "I'm sure they're well aware of what you're capable of." Lucius stepped up behind Fred and pushed him closer to the edge of the desk. "Over." Fred didn't move. "I could call Macnair in to join us, if you'd prefer." Fred leaned over, until he was pressed against the shiny polished wood. Macnair had taken an unhealthy interest in Lucius's toys over the past few weeks, sometimes going so far as trailing them as they were allowed their half-hour of exercise around the grounds, or making random, pointless visits to Lucius's office to all but drool over them. The two boys weren't stupid, contrary to popular belief among the Death Eaters. Well, they weren't suicidal, at the very least. As it was, they could have been dealt a far worse fate when the Dark Lord had taken over the Ministry and assigned his followers their stations. They could have ended up with Pettigrew. Or Bellatrix. Severus, standing behind his twin, took Lucius's lead. He tapped the freckle-heart with his fingertips and over George went, mirroring his brother's position. It shouldn't have been so delightful to watch them trying not to squirm. Oh, to hell with it - it was magnificent. "Still," Lucius instructed. His eyes locked with Severus's and he let his mouth fall open a fraction. Severus swallowed, clearly excited. "I don't have anything to-" "All taken care of." Those jackdaw-black eyes lowered to George's arse, and Severus swallowed once again. Lucius looked down and saw an exact replica of what Severus did: a tight pink hole glistening with moisture, pre-applied lubrication. "You planned this all along." "I don't know what you're talking about," Lucius said. "It must be remnants of the last time I took them." "You never change." "And you wouldn't have it any other way." The two men allowed a moment to appreciate each other, twenty-seven years worth of turbulent history drawing them - always - inexplicably together. Then, slowly, Lucius brought his hand up to the clasp on his cloak. The silver dragon parted, the dark blue fabric slipping from his broad shoulders and on to the floor like the coils of a snake. The material was charmed not to crease, so he left it there. He held Severus's full attention as he drew one finger down the front of his shirt, a simple spell lurking unvoiced in his throat; the buttons popped open of their own accord in its wake. It was too much to watch Severus's large black pupils dilate, to watch that red-pink tongue sweeping out over his lower lip. Judging by the pressure against the front of Severus's plain black trousers, he was fully erect already. Very nice. Steeling himself, Lucius fought not to forget about the twins. From his side, he could see Fred's thighs trembling with the effort of holding himself over the desk. He imagined Severus's twin was feeling the same. "You're doing very well," Lucius encouraged. He still couldn't see why Severus distrusted them so much, though he trusted Severus with his life, and therefore his opinion in almost all matters. Severus had known them while teaching at Hogwarts, after all. Looking up from under heavy dark eyebrows, Severus followed the movement of Lucius's hands as they drew his shirt apart. Lucius revelled in the parched scrutiny, the firm press of Severus's lips, recalling how they felt beneath his own. He usually tied his hair back while working, but now Lucius reached up and pulled the simple black ribbon out of its set place, letting it loose. One shirt-tale dusted over his navel. His hair spilled forward over his shoulders. The hunger in Severus's expression threatened to overwhelm him. Sweaty skin squeaked across varnished wood as one of the twins shifted. Severus seemed to retract back into himself, blinking. His gaze broke and lowered to the two boys spread out for them, banquetesque. Down to George's cream-white buttocks. He gave one a quick squeeze. The boy flinched. With steady fingers, Severus unbuttoned his shirt, sliding it off his thin, lanky frame. Lucius didn't doubt that Severus was feeling exactly what he was; that they could close their eyes and pretend they were young again. The thrill of having Severus there far outweighed any of the encounters he'd had with his toys in the past few weeks. He had wanted to share them for so long, and even though Severus deemed them unready, it was good enough. Lucius had already decided he'd be bringing them along on his next visit, and the one after, and the thousand after that. Cissy would positively die if she could see them like this. She knew, of course, but she thankfully lacked the imagination to conceive of anything on this level. Severus's spidery fingers worked the fastening on his trousers. The head of his cock poked free as he pulled at the material, the heavy, reddened shaft falling forth as he worked them down his legs. Lucius freed himself and wrapped his fingers around his cock, pushing the foreskin tight, then back. His eyes trained mercilessly on Severus, he reached down with his other hand and then up between his twin's thighs, stroking the skin with a filigree-light touch. His twin whimpered; Severus's twin was soon to follow. Lucius wondered if the other could feel it, the delicate press of his fingers from across the desk. He rounded his index over the glistening hole, purely out of curiosity, trying to bring another shudder from Severus's toy. "Ohh..." his twin moaned. "Ohh..." went the other. "Perfection," he muttered, delighted. "Just don't turn your back on them," said Severus. "They might play nicely a million times." He twisted a finger into his twin's arse, pushing roughly. "But ultimately, they're not of our cause, and never will be." "Stop your blathering, Severus. Now's not the time." "I was just saying." Stepping out of the pool of his trousers, Lucius manoeuvred himself flush against Fred's behind and nudged his cock into the shining hole. His eyes started to close of their own will. Never had he felt so frivolous, with Severus at his arm, with his nasty little pets at his beck and call, with his Lord throned at the head of the Ministry, where he belonged. Everything seemed to be in its place. Fred let out a yelp. "Silence." Lucius leaned down and whispered softly against the boy's ear. "Listen to how well your brother is taking it." In truth, Severus hadn't penetrated George yet, but Fred didn't need to know that. As he pushed in, he felt the shudder-tense, shudder-tense, as Fred fought to keep still and quiet. Severus was smoothing circles over George's hipbones with his thumbs, the skin glowing red for a second before turning pale again as he curiously increased and decreased the pressure. "Exquisite, aren't they?" Lucius sank in further, the head of his cock popping through into searing perfection. "Imagine taking them both, one after the other, and back again." "Ohh." Yes, Severus had made the right choice; George, apparently more the business-minded of the two, pushed back as Severus forced in to him. Yet his cry was an octave higher than his brother's. Fred started to shake, realising Lucius's previous lie. "You know what to do," Lucius instructed, adding a touch of firmness to his tone. "Do it." After a long moment, Fred spread his legs wider apart, panting. And slowly, out of coordination, Lucius and Severus started to move. The build was sensational, measured at first, little jerks rolling into longer, deeper strokes, breath coming faster and harder. Both men took care not to damage their twitching, shuddering twins. Not at first, not intentionally. But Severus was rapidly making George his own, wearing him thoroughly. Lucius caught the intense expression, the way Severus's eyelids drooped, the way his fingers pinched silken hips and dug in until there were darkly spreading purple marks, not enough to mar the flesh permanently, but enough to hurt. With supreme satisfaction, Lucius tended to his twin, also - threading his fingers in soft, damp flames and pulling until Fred's face rose off the table. A symphony of gasps mingled with the slapping of skin against taut, orange-speckled backsides. In unison, the twins' hands skidded across the desk and caught each other, holding on, knuckles whitening with pressure. Lucius, once again, let them be. If he was anything, he was a lenient instructor. With a moan, Severus thrust forward. Lucius growled, fucking Fred so hard into the desk he hoped Severus could feel it all the way across, through the boys' joined hands and through George's body. The twins were mere props. To Lucius, they were mere ways of sweetly torturing himself and his lover. He reached over and took a handful of oily black hair, pulling on it hard. With a groan, Severus followed until their mouths met, tongues out before contact, wanting. Both buried hilt-deep in their charges, they kissed, rumbling unspoken declarations and curses in their chests and in their throats. Lucius drank Severus's obscenities down and shared his own. A sweaty back rose and fell furiously under his flat stomach, Fred gasping against the wood. His sobs sounded wet, just like his brother's. Still with his fistful of Severus's hair, Lucius pulled back, drove forward; still with the rapid heat of Severus's breath on his face, he fucked hard, harder than ever, imagining himself falling through the mass of young boy barrier and into Severus's body, to wind round him and claim his mouth, his neck and his pulse. The twins were screaming now, all obedience forgotten. They thumped as they knocked against the desk, slack weights hanging on in desperation. They choked and cursed filthy, half-finished words. They even struggled feebly. But they were pinned, close to exhaustion, ghosts of the two young men who were brought to Lucius's heel that first day, all defiant-eyed and cheeky-mouthed, two wicked puppies with cherubim features. "Oh. God," Severus groaned. "God, God." Lucius smiled a triumphant smile, his forehead pressed against his lover's, static, while his hips moved violently, rhythm be damned. His Severus stopped breathing momentarily; his twin gave up all resistance, that trembling hole going completely slack. The pressure locked in his groin exploded up and up and out and through and in, and Lucius spun his fingers so tightly in Severus's hair he felt the pluck as a few strands came away in his grasp. He brought them to his mouth and felt one of Severus's hands on his forearm, vice-like; heard the shuddering, savage hiss and resulting sibilant "Lucius..." as he came, as Severus came. He licked along Severus's open mouth and teeth, then bit a moist lip, humming as his hips juddered to a gradual, fading stand still. Spent, breathless curses still burst in the air like aftershocks. Lucius held Severus's head to his shoulder as they lay, almost comfortably, over their oddly-angled bed of limp boys. Then silence swept in and around.
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"Are they all right?" Severus slung his shirt back over his bony shoulders, glancing at the twins. "I'll give them a restorative potion if they really need it." Fred and George curled closely together on the carpet in front of Severus's desk. They both twitched at sporadic intervals. Shortly, Lucius knelt beside them, flipping his cloak out of the way in a flurry. He stroked one lick of fire from the nearest twins' face. "You've proved yourselves beyond my dear Severus's reckoning. For that, you're permitted to spend an extra hour with your younger brother this weekend." Both bodies tensed, fatigue, apparently, forgotten. Lucius was in a very good mood. "Unchaperoned." He rose and once again adjusted his cloak. "Your cousin won't be happy about that," Severus pointed out. "Bellatrix can sit and spin for all I care," Lucius said, staring at the tangle of freckled limbs on the floor. "It would be prudent to give them some incentive." "Oh, so that's what you're calling it, now?" said Severus. "Or maybe you just want to cheat so I'll give up my wager. I'm still not convinced they're broken." "Shush." Lucius smiled. Severus joined him and pressed a lazy kiss against Lucius's mouth. "You could bring them again. Next time." With a predatory look, Lucius slithered his tongue between Severus's lips, tasting, then drawing back. "I planned on it." He turned and strode towards the door, his voice curt once more. "Come, boys." Cheeks wet and every muscle in their bodies tight, Fred and George rose from their untidy cocoon of arms and legs and, after some awkward placement, obediently followed their master on hands and knees. Everything was in its place. ~Fin~ |
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