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Title: Infidelity
Author: Anath de Malfoy
Pairing: Lucius/Walden Macnair
Summary: Lucius gets married, but that cannot dissolve the bond between him and the man he loves...
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: M/M slash, BDSM, semi-violence, and some non-con
Possible Spoilers: Books 1-4
Disclaimer: These characters are the property of J.K. Rowling - likewise the profits. Lucius Malfoy, however, belongs to Walden Macnair in this fic!

At the stroke of midnight, a storm broke through the clouds and sent relentless streaks of coldly metallic rain against the ornate stained glass windows of Malfoy Manor, illuminating the bridal chamber with each bolt of lightning from the murky skies.

Lucius Malfoy could have chosen to remain in bed beside his new bride, Narcissa. It was his wedding night, after all; the celebrations of feasting, drinking and dancing were over and it was time, others would say, to begin married life in earnest and devote his attentions to the woman he had just taken as his wife. But Lucius had made a promise more binding than any wedding vow - to rise from his bed and consummate a dark tryst with the one member of the wedding party who had remained at the Manor for this clandestine meeting...

Slipping from between the black silk sheets, Lucius covered his naked body with a cloak that had been enchanted to shield him from the rain. Before draping the sleek warm velvet around himself, he caught a glimpse of himself in the full-length mirror on the wall. He was tall, slim yet fairly muscular, and not much hair grew over his pale, sculpted chest, although the light blond tresses upon his head were flowing and abundant. Lucius was an extremely beautiful man, and he hoped that his beauty would help to appease the jealous rage of the lover who awaited him, sheltered by the black marble and emerald glass gazebo in the Manor's grounds.

As Lucius fled the house and felt the rain sting against his face, his breath quickened and his heart hammered against his ribs until they ached. It was only to beget the child that both he and Narcissa longed for, the child that would carry on the lines of their pure-blood wizarding families, that Lucius and Narcissa had agreed to marry. As soon as their son or daughter was safely conceived and born, each of them would return to the pursuit of members of their own sex, which they vastly preferred above all else. Lucius hoped that the man he was meeting with tonight could be persuaded to see reason, to accept that after the Malfoy heir arrived all would be as it was before the wedding, with Narcissa again bedding her luscious girls and Lucius belonging once more to the man he loved...

All hope of this, however, was immediately dispelled the moment Lucius entered the gazebo and let his cloak slip to the floor. Lucius had barely glimpsed the wand held in the other man's hand and heard the shout of "Crucio!" before he was writhing upon the ground in bone-wrenching agony. Again and again the Cruciatus curse was cast upon the fallen Lucius - obviously Walden Macnair sought to make Lucius scream and beg for mercy. But Lucius clenched his jaws tight, gritting his teeth, bearing the pain as best he could. Lucius Malfoy was not going to lower himself by crying like a child in front of Macnair. Lucius' fierce pride, his strength in the face of torment, had been one reason why Walden had fallen for him in the first place.

At last the pain ceased. Weakened, Lucius tried to raise himself, but a dragon-hide boot kicked him back down as Macnair's harsh, cold voice rang out above him.

"Did you think I would feel any differently about this, Lucius, just because it's a woman this time, and there was a wedding vow? No, you faithless slut, there's no distinction between tonight and the time I caught you with that filthy little fuck of a boy-whore in Knockturn Alley. Or when I found you with young Snape after the last Death Eater gathering. You just won't learn, will you, Lucius? You belong to me, and me alone, and now you're going to have to be punished for your sluttish ways..."

Lucius repressed a shiver, and prepared himself for more Cruciatus, but instead he felt Macnair's hands in his long hair, pulling him to his knees. Macnair slowly unzipped his leather pants and pulled the blond's head towards the swollen erection that suddenly stood exposed. No verbal command was needed for Lucius' tongue to eagerly start lapping at the shaft, for his willing lips to kiss its veined length and his aching mouth to caress it with heat and moisture before opening to allow all of its massive thickness into his throat. Rapt and breathless, Lucius allowed himself to be taken this way, mercilessly choked with that huge cock again and again. Although Lucius knew from his lover's barely stifled moans that Walden was enjoying this, and Lucius adored servicing Macnair with his mouth, Lucius was careful to avoid stimulating his lover too much. If Lucius made Macnair come too soon, any punishment the dominant man was planning would be even more severe, even harder to endure.

After a few moment of this luscious torture, Lucius felt himself being lifted by his hair again, and flung against a trellis that was leaning up against the gazebo's wall. In warmer weather, the wooden lattice would be used for climbing vines filled with fragrant blooms. But for now it was a rack of chastisement, upon which the magical cords that issued forth from Macnair's wand swiftly bound Lucius. The blond man's wrists and ankles were secured tightly to the frame, but his mouth was left ungagged. Once again, it was obvious that Macnair wanted to hear Lucius scream.

Lucius bit his lips until he could taste the bitter, coppery tang of his own blood as Macnair proceeded to flog him ruthlessly with a bullwhip, the dominant wizard's favourite instrument for inflicting corporal punishment. Its sleek, serpentine length struck the pale skin in its path over and over with the vicious lacerating force of sword-strokes, cutting livid weals of scarlet upon the smooth bare flesh as the thunder cracked in rhythm with each ferocious lash. Lucius heard Macnair gasp and pant above the raging storm; he could smell his powerful tormentor's deliciously masculine scent, that heady aroma of musk and sweat and lust. He knew how aroused this was making Walden, how much his leather-clad lover longed to ram into the tight ass of the helplessly tied victim that Lucius had become. And Lucius did not have to wait long for what came next; he heard the whip being thrown aside, he felt his bruised and welted cheeks being roughly pushed apart by Walden's wand and hands, and finally heard the lubrication spell being quickly muttered as Macnair drove his cock deep inside Lucius in one brutal thrust.

Walden fucked Lucius hard and fiercely, pounding against his prostate every time, sending waves of agony and rapture through the gloriously beautiful bound wizard's helpless body. Lucius could feel Walden's strong fingers gripping and bruising his hips as Macnair drove into him forcefully, snarling, "Whose are you, Lucius? Who do you belong to, now and forever? Tell me, or I won't let you come! I mean it!"

Dangerously close to release, Lucius found himself first whispering, "I'm yours", and then screaming it at last, over and over again, unable to restrain the passion that overflowed within him. Despite his haughty Malfoy nature, his icy pride, Lucius genuinely loved the man who had enslaved him. The thought of life without Macnair was unendurable. And the only way that Lucius could keep Walden Macnair in his life was to submit completely to his dark desires. No other man could capture Lucius' heart like this; no other man could ever make him feel with such intensity. Love seared Lucius like a liquid flame as Macnair seized his cock and began to pump it, growling, "Yes, my cold-hearted beauty, you're mine. And never forget it!" Sobbing his lover's name, Lucius let his seed erupt over Walden's hand at the same moment that Macnair came inside him, filling him and claiming him forever.

Shuddering with spent lust and relief, soaked in perspiration and reluctant tears, Lucius allowed Walden to unbind him. Lucius began to kneel, intending to kiss Macnair's boots in gratitude for his forgiveness. Stern eyes and strong hands arrested Lucius' descent, however, and Lucius stood waiting apprehensively as Macnair bent to retrieve his wand.

Walden traced the tip of the wand in a circle around Lucius' neck, and murmured a spell; a silver light was emitted and something cold and metallic seemed to be sitting around Lucius' throat. Lucius immediately knew what it was - a collar that could only be seen by Walden and himself.

"Now you'll always remember whose bitch you are, Lucius Malfoy," Macnair whispered huskily, the tone of his voice far more tender than before. "After you get your heir, I don't want to see you in any other arms than mine. Understand?"

"Oh Walden, yes!" Lucius again attempted to kneel before his master, but Macnair would not permit this, pulling Lucius instead into his muscular arms and claiming his lips with one unrelenting kiss after another, tasting the sweetness of his lover's yielding mouth as the storm raged on outside.

~ Fin.
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