Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

Constant Vigilance	By : Anath Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 2519 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Constant Vigilance
- 1
Title: Constant Vigilance
Author: Anath de Malfoy
Pairing: Walden Macnair/Mad-Eye Moody
Summary: Executioner Walden Macnair has a secret love - one the Dark Lord would definitely not approve of!
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: M/M slash, weird plotless smut, possible OOC-ness, some non-con
Possible Spoilers: Books 1-4
Disclaimer: These characters and the profits that go with them are J.K. Rowling's. What they get up to after hours, however, is my affair.

[A/N: This story is set before the events of GoF, possibly around the PoA timeline when Moody is still retired (this is the real Moody here, not the imitation version portrayed by Barty Crouch Jr) and Macnair has long been cleared of being a Death Eater and is plying a respectable if bloody trade.]

They always meet on neutral ground; although their love is steadfast, an edge of mutual mistrust gives their meetings a delicious extra frisson of danger. In this discreet, secluded rented room in Hogsmeade, a passion that must be kept forever secret from the families, friends and associates past and present of the two men involved is regularly consummated with all the faith and solemnity of a nuptial night.

Walden Macnair, the Ministry of Magic's executioner of dangerous creatures, is the first to Apparate in the gloom and splendour of this oak-panelled chamber. He wastes no time, shedding every stitch of clothing on him the moment he arrives, even the leather pants and boots he usually prefers to wear for carnal encounters. For the man that Walden is trysting with tonight is the only lover that he likes to strip himself entirely naked for, the sole being to whom Macnair offers his tenderness, his vuabilability. With this man, the soul-searing intimacy of heartbeats unified and flesh on flesh is far more exquisite than any number of games involving dominance, punishment and pain.

Seconds later, Walden's beloved stands before him; carefully, the new arrival lays aside his travelling cloak and long staff of wood. This man, decades Walden's senior, has a less imposing body than the tall and powerfully built executioner. But every inch of the older wizard radiates strength of will and purpose, a depth of arcane skill and knowledge that makes him every bit as formidable as Macnair. Both of the older man's eyes are fixed upon Macnair intently, the darkly hued natural eye and the vivid, unblinking blue magical one capturing Macnair's gaze and holding it fast. The current of hunger and desire that hums between the pair is like a heatwave, almost visible, crackling and alive.

Macnair steps forward and twines his fingers in his lover's tumbling mane of dark grey hair, pulling the aged former Auror to him in a fierce embrace, a deep and bruising kiss.

"Undress yourself, Alastor," Macnair whispers lecherously when he finally breaks the kiss, a sinister, sensual smile playing about his lips. He watches as Mad-Eye Moody swiftly disrobes, placing his clothing, his wand and everything else he has brought with him upon the nightstand or a nearby chair. As soon as Moody is bare before him, Macnair lifts the older man onto the vast velvet-covered bed. Moody lies facing upward as Walden begins kissing the ex-Auror on every part of his scarred and damaged form. Tracing the lines of every gouge and cicatrix with tender hands and an ardent, loving tongue. Moaning with rapt reverence and a gentleness Macnair reveals to no other as he softly unfastens Moody's wooden leg and begins to caress and suckle at the ruined stump of the natural limb with warm, silky lips. Moody gasps and his hips move involuntarily, his erection straining and glistening. Alastor's breath is shallow and rapid, wordlessly imploring Walden for more as the executioner's hot mouth pleasures him everywhere.

-You are beautiful to me, Alastor Moody, Macnair thinks to himself as he begins to flicker his tongue-tip over the older wizard's hard cock. Every broken, twisted part of you is glorious. You have known pain and survived it, old Auror, overcoming and mastering agony and suffering that would have destroyed a lesser man. Scars recalling the glory of your wounds, the nectar of your flowing blood - these are what make your body more desirable to me than the flawless skin of some unblemished youth. It's what makes me want you so much, Moody...

"Gods, Walden!" Moody almost screams as the younger wizard begins to suck his cock, engulfing the pulsating shaft with mouth and throat, surrounding Moody with delicious heat and moisture. Walden's strong fingers stroke and gently press upon Alastor's balls, cradling and stimulating the sensitive sac as Walden relishes the salty drops of precome that seep from the tip of Moody's rigid member.

Macnair's own hardness is throbbing and aching for attention. "Spread your legs, Alastor..." he murmurs huskily as he lifts his face from between Moody's thighs and runs an exploring fingertip along the cleft of the older man's ass. Macnair reaches over to the nightstand for a phial of oil, but he is suddenly pinioned by the unexpected strength of gnarled hands as Moody slips from underneath Macnair and rolls the younger wizard onto his stomach, straddling Macnair and touching his swiftly reclaimed wand to Macnair's temple.

"Constant vigilance, lad! Never lower your guard around an Auror!" Moody growls as he grips the back of Macnair's neck, holding the other man fast as he slides the wand's tip along Macnair's spine, down towards the younger man's ass and into his tight opening. Moody whispers a spell to ease the wand's passage inwards, and slowly begins to move it in and out of Walden, snarling lasciviously, "You'd better keep still and let me take you the way I want you, Macnair - unless you'd enjoy finding out what Cruciatus feels like from the inside!"

Macnair freezes; he wants to struggle, but does not dare. He has not been receptive to another male since his Hogwarts days, preferring the role of master, the act of being in control. But that menacing wand probing within him keeps him compliant to Moody, and sends shivers of unbidden fear and pleasure through his body.

"Get up on all fours, just like the beast you are, Death Eater," Moody hisses. "Yes, I know you were cleared, but that's how I like to think of you. So evil, so beautiful, and all mine..."

The wand is kept close by as Moody props up his crippled limb with pillows, ready for when he starts slamming into Macnair. He lifts the executioner's hips, bending to spread Walden's ass-cheeks and sensuously tongue the lusciously puckered entrance between them. Macnair utters a strangled moan; despite his reluctance for being in such a helpless position, he loves the slick wetness on his most hidden orifice, the tender intrusion of the older wizard's skilled, exploring tongue. Walden actually groans in protest when Moody pulls away and pushes the wand back into him, casting another spell for added moisture, but soon he is almost sobbing in rapture as the wand begins to sensually brush against his prostate, again and again sending spasms of ecstasy all through him.

Walden feels Alastor's expert hands open him wider, and he roars at the searing, glorious agony of Moody's swollen length invading him. Alastor Moody's cock thrusts deep inside Macnair's clenched, dampened channel; the executioner is lost in waves of alternating rage and lust, resenting the loss of power but too aroused to do anything other than surrender to the most exquisite fucking he has ever had. Walden raises his ass higher in the air, offering himself shamelessly to Alastor, unable to repress his lust any more as the executioner feels one of Moody's hands stray across the broad expanse of his chest, finding an erect, responsive nipple and twisting it viciously.

"Like pain, do you, boy?" Moody snarls in his delectably gravel-toned voice, making Walden shudder pleasurably again. "Depraved, delicious creature... I know what you enjoy, you hot-blooded killer. I know you like fucking the tight holes of your dangerous beasts before you lop their heads off, don't you, Walden? And I bet you'd love to do the same thing to some pretty young lad - fuck him hard and then take his head off with your axe, isn't that right, lover?"

"Yes!" Macnair roars as Alastor pounds into him. "Oh Merlin, yes - oh Moody, don't stop, just fuck me!" And Moody does, not ceasing his relentless pace until he feels himself explode in heated bliss inside Macnair, seizing the executioner's cock in a vice-like grip and pumping it hard until Walden reaches his own burning release.

Carefully, Moody slides out of Macnair and lies beside him, panting. Macnair pulls the older man close, and kisses the top of his grizzled head.

"Do that again, Alastor Moody, and I'll take a whip to your battered old hide," the executioner threatens, and Moody laughs wickedly, rolling his magical eye back in his head.

"Hold that thought, Walden - it might be fun to actually try that next time," the older wizard chuckles, bending to lap the scalding streams of sweat from the executioner's wide chest.

~ Fin.
- 1
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Constant Vigilance