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The Prophecy of the Phoenix	By : greenwizard11 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 7671 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Plan Set in Motion

Lucius unlocked the door to the room and cautiously poked his head in. He nodded a hello to the two healers that were leaving before making his way into the room. James was lying in the bed face down.

He looked up and smiled weakly at the blond. “Don’t worry, I’m still alive.”

Lucius sat down beside him and frowned as he lightly ran his fingertips over the bandages on his lover’s back. “My beautiful dragon,” he whispered referring to both James and the tattoo on his back.

It was a large black dragon that was clutching a sword. It took up the whole top half of his back. He had gotten it on his seventeenth birthday as a present to himself.

“A good charm will fix any scarring or disfigurement if there is any.”

The blond shook his head. “I’m so sorry. I wish there was more I could have done. They had you in that torture room for seven hours!”

James shifted over onto his side. “I’ve been beat up worse than this. I spent the first ten years of my life getting beat up worse than this, and I have your fellow Slytherin’s to thank for it too.”

Lucius reached into the large pocket on the inside of his robes and pulled out a few things. “Here are some of the things you asked for. I don’t know what you’re going to do with them, but you better do it soon. And it wouldn’t be a bad idea for you to be a little more cooperative. I can’t bear the thought of you being tortured and beaten like that again.”

“I fully intend to be completely cooperative.”

The blond raised an eyebrow and stared back at him questioningly. “What exactly are you saying?”

“I’m saying that if I’m not fighting him Voldemort won’t be watching me as closely. That will give me the opportunity to get myself out of this hell hole. Of course I can’t give in too easily. Voldemort may be stupid but I think even he might suspect something is up if I give him a big hug.”

Lucius sat for a moment too stunned to speak. “James, you are a genius!”

“Tell me something I don’t know,” he smiled softly.

“Well, I’ll be getting to spend a lot more time with you without looking suspicious. I talked to the dark lord and managed to convince him that I was the only one who could be trusted with your care.”

“That’s good news. It will certainly make my life easier.”

Lucius nodded and hugged him gently. “I’ll leave you to rest and recover. Word has it that we’re having another gathering tonight to see if you’ve learned anything.”

“Oh, I learned quite a bit.”

James sighed as Lucius walked out the door and locked it behind him. Then he turned back over onto his stomach and went back to sleep.

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A few hours later he was chained to the side of Voldemort’s throne again with the room full of deatheaters. Lucius and Severus were again huddled together in the back corner. How’s he holding up?” Severus whispered to the blond.

“As well as can be expected. You know James. His sheer stubbornness will keep him going long after any other wizard would have broken.”

“I just hope we don’t have a repeat. He’s a very intelligent man that has a knack for doing very stupid things in the name of injured pride.

Lucius nodded then turned his attention to the front of the room. Voldemort waved his hand and the room fell silent. “I’m sure you know why I’ve called you all here again,” he said after a few minutes. “My new pet needs some more training.”

Two masked deatheaters moved forward to unlatch James. Then they dragged him over to one of the tables that had been set along the wall. James didn’t fight as they forced him to bend over the tabletop and shackled his wrists to hold him in place. However when one of the deatheaters moved around behind him to shackle his ankles the dark haired wizard kicked him hard in the groin.

The masked man howled in agony as he dropped to the floor writhing and cursing. Voldemort laughed coldly then raised his hand to make the collar around James’ throat constrict and choke him. The other deatheater then quickly finished shackling him and stood back.

“Now, who is going to go first,” Voldemort hissed and scanned the room. His eyes quickly settled on a tall thin man standing in the front. “You!” he pointed to the man. “Make him submit!”

The man stepped forward with a nod; slipping his robes off and letting them fall to the floor. As he approached James with a lustful gleam in his eye, James pulled on the restraints to test them. To his dismay they were solid. He would never be able to slip out of them quickly without magic, which of course he was cut off from by the collar around his neck.

The man licked his lips as he lightly ran his fingertips over James’ barred ass. He shivered and felt a wave a nausea wash over him. “Beg him to fuck you,” Voldemort hissed with an evil grin.

“Go fuck yourself!”

With a sigh the dark wizard shook his head. “I suppose that will do for now. After all, they say Rome wasn’t built in a day. Go ahead and take him, but don’t hurt him.”

The deatheater reached for the vile of oil that appeared on the table and slathered his now rock hard cock. Licking his lips he pressed the hard flesh against James’ exposed opening. “Remember, don’t hurt him!” Voldemort hissed loudly. “You will treat my property with the same respect you treat me,” he added quickly so no one would mistake his first statement for actual caring.

The unknown deatheater entered him slowly keeping in mind the words of his master. He let out a long guttural moan as he began to slowly fuck the man chained to the table before him.

James did his best to ignore what was going on around him. He could feel the hard cock inside him but he chose to focus his concentration on the pattern the floor tiles were making.

He hoped that it would all be over once the deatheater spilled his seed with a loud roar, but deep down he knew it wasn’t. His fears were confirmed when he felt another enter him roughly. This continued until every last deatheater in attendance had had a turn except one.

Voldemort turned his attention to the blond man standing in the corner still dressed. “Not participating?”

“No,” Lucius replied firmly. “I have no desire to commit such an act.”

“And why ever not? Rumor has it you prefer men over women and we have one right here for the taking. This is a one time offer you know.”

Lucius gave his best Malfoy sneer. “Unlike the rest of you I prefer my conquests to be willing. I mean no disrespect my lord, but I do not wish to participate in such juvenile behavior.”

The dark wizard hissed, but did not take any action against Lucius. “Untie him and take him back to his room!” he ordered. “I’m going to retire for the evening. I had better not be disturbed unless it is extremely important!”

He stood from his throne and stormed out of the room. Lucius breathed a deep sigh of relief, and then he too retired back to Malfoy Manor. It took a strong cup of chamomile tea and a hot bath to settle his nerves, but nothing could settle the knots in his stomach. He prayed that James’ plan would really work and he would be able to escape.

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A/N: To all who have been anxiously awaiting this chapter, sorry for the delay. I’ve been under quite a bit of stress lately. Normally chapters aren’t hard to write, but this one seemed to be. Hopefully things will settle down and I can keep updating regularly. Please review if you liked the story and/or have some suggestions for me. It only takes a few minutes and it could really brighten up my day.
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