Secret Bliss | By : InfernalParadise Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 7083 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Due to personal events in my life, I wasn't able to post the next chapter cuz I needed time for myself. When my beloved beta sent me this chapter corrected today, however, I knew it wants to be posted badly. :) Besides, this is how I try to thank Lisa for all the encouraging, correcting, listening and whatelse she's been doing for a long time now! Thank you, hon!!!
This chapter is kinda dark. I wrote it even before I had had that bad phase (which is thankfully over by now) because I was sick of all the happy chapters running around. So that's why this one is darker at the beginning - some things of Lucius' past get explained, too, and you will finally find out what it's about Lucius' "second bedchamber".
Enjoy, review, and encourage me to do the next one!! :)
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Chapter 12
Brush of the Past
Not even four seconds in the shower, and I already found myself pressed against the next wall, Lucius plunging into my body from behind without any warning that it even hurt a bit. And there, beneath the clear jet of water and the slowly building steam, I suddenly glimpsed a part of the other Lucius – that one that I had wished to never encounter, no matter how many years my former immortality would have stood for. There’s this old saying of leaving your past behind, but it’s only a kind lie. Lucius would never be able to leave behind what he had done once… what he had been once… Because somewhere deep inside him the Death Eater was still more powerful than we could fear it to be. Voldemort had left scars on anyone that had ever been in contact with him – even now he raised his skeleton-like hands from his grave to brush the cold fingers across the past to put a bit of revived life into it again. But the memory… the memory was the worst. I remembered all those little details in Lucius’ life that I had tried to forget already at the beginning of our relationship as if they had never existed. Now, however, they came creeping forward, and it was hard to say whether their suffocating presence or Lucius’ painful assault on my body caused more pain. Maybe the deepest cut into my insides was the fact that the man who told me "I love you" about twenty times a day didn’t even seem to realize what he was doing. It was almost as if Lucius had turned into the old Lucius Malfoy again. It was as if the real one had drifted to a place far away where we would finally be able to lay side by side, an old willow above us, our hearts resting in peace beneath the heavy stones that held our names in silver writing. One day, we would be there, together and undividable, and only then we would find the final peace that had been granted to none of us during our lifetime. Was that the Sephor still thinking in my head? And what the heck was a Sephor?
"Lucius, stop…"
Instead of a reply, however, he came hard inside me, and for the very first time in my life I felt disgusted at that feeling although the shower quickly washed away most of it. When Lucius moved away from me, I grimaced at the soreness he had given me all by himself.
"Merlin… what did I do?", his broken voice sounded small in the big bathroom.
Although I didn’t feel any interest in facing, let alone seeing Lucius that very moment, I turned around in anger and slapped him hard. He had probably deserved more than just this one, and we both knew it.
"Send Draco a message to tell him to not come here tonight", I snapped at him.
"Not?", Lucius was completely confused and had trouble understanding.
"Unless he wants to meet you cut into little pieces, of course."
"Pieces?", he echoed until he realized it with a truly shocked expression, "Oh, pieces. This is my turn to run away with some lead, I suppose?"
"No lead this time, Lucius."
His eyes darkened in pain.
"I can ask you to forgive me, but it will mean little compared to what I did. For a second… I don’t know… I felt like being someone else… again. Like I’ve been a completely different person for a long time and was content with it, then. Is this who I had been once? The Malfoy people feared? The Death Eater?"
Suddenly there was that moment again that I had endured on the roofs of Malfoy Manor once before. Lucius looked old, worn out. He reminded me of someone who had had a long life full of agony and sorrow, and still release wasn’t yet visible. I froze although the shower was still on and quite the contrary of cold.
"This is the old Lucius, yes."
"It’s no pleasure being him, I can assure you", he snorted despisingly.
"I rather had a different impression."
"You have to believe me, Vivienne. I don’t take pleasure in hurting you – no matter how it may have seemed some minutes ago."
He moved under the shower stream and closed his eyes as the water floated over his face. When he opened them again, they reflected his inner pain at the memories that had returned to him as well as to me.
"My other bedchamber", he mumbled, "I suddenly remember it like it’s been only seconds since I’ve been there the last time. Who was I then?"
I looked away from his pleading grimace, unwilling to answer him the truth, but it was useless since he knew it anyway. Lucius’ other bedchamber… oh yes, I remembered it although I had seen it just a single time years ago. That so-called room even wasn’t an actual bedchamber, but a torture chamber. During his loyal years towards Voldemort, Lucius had been an unbelievingly sadistic monster, a powerful wizard with abilities to use against every peaceful living creature. No wonder Narcissa had divorced him, and no wonder Draco had put as much space as possible between his father and himself. Whereas Lucius’ mistresses of those times had had the doubtful pleasure to be part of his cruel games including blood, pain, rape and humiliation. Some of them may have truly enjoyed it, but I knew how intimidating only the name Malfoy could be, therefore it had surely been a matter of power and dominance – a game in which Lucius was clearly supreme. I had never wanted to think about it. When Lucius and I had met the first time, he had already joined Dumbledore’s side, remaining a spy for the dark side and letting Voldemort believe he still was his most loyal confidant. In a certain way, Lucius was forgiven his sins of the past by the public because of his importance for the good cause – or at least no one ever talked about it. Even he himself kept silent as soon as it came to his dark past. I had endured many of those quiet nights when he would just turn around, pretending to sleep because he didn’t want to even have to think of what had once been. It had been only a matter of time until he would have to, though, and now he didn’t see any chance to escape anymore.
I turned to leave the shower, but Lucius’ head shot up at my sudden movement.
"Don’t go", it was more a plea than an actual command.
"You knew you’d have to face it one day."
"I did", he gazed at me in bitter realization, "Does it give you contentment to know it has finally happened?"
As much as I should have felt satisfaction for his suffering now because of his violent action on me before, it was no pleasure to see Lucius like this.
"No, Lucius. I’ve never enjoyed you being miserable."
He raised one hand to touch my chin when I avoided his gaze.
"How can you not be?"
"We decided to grow old with each other, even if it will mean a childless life. After all, isn’t that what a relationship is supposed to be about? Staying at one’s side in good and in bad times as well? I meant that when I said it, and I love you despite all your bad times and sides, Lucius."
He closed his eyes with an almost pain filled grimace, but didn’t succeed in avoiding his tears, though. In over two years and the months before when I had known him from seeing him every now and then, I had never seen Lucius crying. This was the deepest sight I had ever received into his very inside, I suddenly realized, and there wasn’t any greater gift he could have given me – not if I lived a thousand years.
"I love you. And it’s meaningless that we won’t have children. All I want is growing old with you by my side, Vivienne… and resting by your side one day when everything mortal is gone and unimportant."
It’s one thing to propose to someone in a lifetime. But it’s so much bigger, so much more meaningful to propose to someone for death. The time in a grave is forever although there are no terms of time anymore, for the hectic life is the one that continues above, carrying on until it leads to the final peace as well.
"Sometimes at night, when you are already asleep, I can see you lying next to me… and I imagine that even though all of you may be gone one day, your hair will remain longer than the rest. I see you at my side, Lucius, and it doesn’t bother me to feel your bones touching mine. In death we are all the same, no matter how rich or beautiful we may have been once. I’ve seen this the first time already years ago… or centuries. After a while I’ve lost track of time, but this image remained until today."
One day, nothing but long blond hair would surround a grinning skull, would grow filthy and muddled as the rest of our bodies, and still everything would stay in the memory of each other.
"If this is what you’ve been seeing, then I’ll be looking forward to death", Lucius solemnly said after a minute of silence, "Until then, however, I will cherish my days in your love."
From any other man those words would have sounded trashy and meaningless. From Lucius those words sounded real.
"As for now", he raised his voice a bit, "I’d like to make up for my former behavior, if you agree."
"I do."
Lucius pulled me under the still floating water, and pressed his body against my backside while his fingers stroked across my collarbone.
"I love you", a whisper came to my ear, "I won’t ever hurt you again, I promise. Not even if you beg me to."
"You’ve just spoiled all my ideas for the future", I sighed in frustration, but he simply smiled against my temple before he placed a loving kiss on it.
With another step he brought me to face the wall like I had done already once before, only this time it was nothing but pleasurable. His hands embraced me tightly while he used my position to gain better access to my neck. If he continued like this, I’d have to cover a few nice bruises unless I wanted Draco to give a grinning remark about it later at dinner.
I sighed into his touch when one hand moved between my legs and he leaned slightly forward to brace himself with his right hand, thus pressing me closer to his body. Judging from his arousal, it took all of Lucius’ strength to hold himself back until he finally slid into me from behind, turning my head with the hand he balanced us with to kiss me properly. For a second, we almost stumbled against the wall, but Lucius was quick to regain control of the situation again. Then all I was left to do was close my eyes, returning slow kisses, enjoying the most attractive wizard of London claiming my body in gentle, still strong thrusts. I would have to make Lucius regret his behavior more often if that was the treatment I received afterwards.
"I love you", he whispered against my lips and smiled into the following kiss when I tightened around him before my climax.
How he had been able to endure for so long was a mystery to me when he finally came between waves of my own release, but he seemed as surprised and pleased about it as I did. Only reluctantly I pulled away from his warm body to turn around and face him. Lucius smiled at me in a mixture of love and post-orgasmic bliss (a look he most probably shared with me), closing his arms around me, his breath warm against my hair.
"Did I make up properly?", he asked in amusement as I snuggled up against him and only nodded, too exhausted to find an answer.
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