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Breaking of the Curse ...	By : pittwitch Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 12058 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Breaking the Curse ...
by Pittwitch

Chapter One:

Lucius Malfoy strutted through the Ministry of Magic with an air of proprietorship only he could project. Damn bloody cursed idiotic ... how dare Fudge summon me? I had plans for today. Wonderful wicked plans.

He swooped past the secretary, not even deigning to glance at the mousy woman, and barged right through into the Minister's office.

"You sent for me?" Lucius more bellowed than asked. The door slammed shut behind him, making the small woman jump nervously before returning to her filing.

"The Ministry has decreed that all suspect wizards will allow our Aurors to search their homes and property for any Dark Objects or evidence of Dark Curses."

"Excuse me?" Lucius asked in a low threatening voice.

"All wizards suspected in the past or present of dabbling in the Dark Arts shall submit to inspection by our Auror teams."

"Absolutely not!" he protested. "How dare you expect to intrude upon my home?"

"May I remind you that your status amongst the members of the Wizengamot is much more tenuous lately, Lucius?"

"You do not need to remind ME of anything, Fudge."

"Good then. We agree."

"We most certainly do not agree." Lucius sniffed haughtily. "But as a courtesy to you, and as an attempt to set a good example, I shall allow this cursed intrusion into my privacy."

"You will allow us unfettered access to every nook and cranny of Malfoy Manor, Lucius," the Minister threatened with his customary empty politeness.

"As you wish, Minister," Lucius acquiesced disdainfully. He pulled his black gloves back on to his hands and rose from the less than comfortable chair in the Minister's office.

"The team will be there tomorrow morning at sunrise." The Minister was forced to peer up at the imposing figure before him.

"I shall endeavor to have the elves prepare enough coffee." Malfoy sneered and bowed his head respectfully at the same time.

"As you wish, Lucius."

At dawn the next day, a swarm of workmanlike Aurors encapsulated Malfoy Manor, spreading out and invading the stately old manor. Lucius Malfoy himself had opened the door to the invaders, watching disdainfully as they flowed past him into the sanctuary of his home. Only two faces, or heads, stood out in the mass of sameness. One sported bubble gum pink hair. The other was crowned with deep red hair pulled neatly back into a ponytail.

He watched the redhead's progress from the edge of his peripheral vision, noting that he made straight for the dungeon entrance. Lucius Malfoy smiled, a greasy, promising smile, at the thoughts of what the Weasley spawn would find down there.

The Cursebreaker cautiously descended the stairs, vigilantly casting warning spells about himself. The torches flared to life as he neared them, graciously lighting his way. He proceeded as far as he could and began to scan each room, methodically working his way back towards the stairs, one cell at a time, or so that was the plan. Bill Weasley lost himself in his work, at home in his element, searching out curses, dark or other, that would be a danger to himself and others, or could prove Lucius Malfoy was the fiend his father always said he was. Room after room, strange object after strange object, Bill could find nothing incriminating.

Kingsley Shacklebolt eased down to the dungeon in search of the Cursebreaker. Finding him, he flashed a white grin at the redhead who was glowering at a very old, unused, moldering cot in a cell.

"Find anything interesting, Bill?"

"Not a damn thing, Kingsley."

"Pity that," Kingsley rumbled, obviously disappointed.

"Well, I still have a few rooms yet."

"We're almost done with the rest of the house."

"I can handle this," Bill bragged, not without reason. "Room after room of musty, moldering old furniture. Doesn't look like anyone has been down here in years."

"Well, I'll be back to check on you."

"As you wish, Kingsley," Bill added with a smile and finished his sweep of the tiny room. He continued working the rooms on the right side of the stone corridor before reaching the end and turning around to do the remaining left side rooms. Much to his disappointment, Bill found nothing noteworthy in any of the rooms, nothing noteworthy that was until he opened the very last door.

The sconces there flared to dramatic life, casting shadows into the corners, and illuminating a myriad of items that aroused Bill's curiosity immensely. Nearly forgetting himself, he stopped abruptly then cast a diagnostic charm ahead of himself. The scan of the room showed absolutely no magic whatsoever. Bill was even more curious now, easing further into the room. Bill wasn't sure if he were disappointed or delighted. He was drawn to the pegboard on the wall where numerous leather items hung, neatly, well-oiled, and gleaming, calling to him softly to come closer, ever closer. His reverie was interrupted by an unwelcomed yet appreciated voice.

"I assure you that none of those accursed items are actually magically cursed, Mr. Weasley." Lucius reclined against the doorjamb, gazing at Arthur's child with cool regard.

"I realize that,"Bill snarled, but not taking his eyes off the leather harnesses, the large wooden cross, the table with so many tools laid out so neatly. "But, what I can"t figure out is how the hell someone is supposed to wear this?" he asked as he held up an intricate leather harness with its silver dee-rings gleaming in the torchlight.

"Shall I demonstrate, Mr.Weasley?" offered Lucius in his most alluring purr.

"You'd wear this?" stuttered Bill in incredulity.

"No, no, dear boy," continued the aristocrat as he stepped ever closer. "You will wear that." Lucius smiled triumphantly when Bill failed to back away from the challenge. Malfoy narrowed his eyes, reading the eldest Weasley's facial expression. "I think you very much want to wear it."

Bill drew a deep, shuddering breath, still holding the leather straps in his fingers, staring at them in indecision and rubbing his thumb over the flat surface, marveling at the suppleness he found there. Both men stood stock still for long, pressured moments until Bill finally tore his eyes from the device in his hands and met Lucius' gaze forthrightly. Lucius merely stood and patiently waited, not rushing such a momentous decision, but secretly offering any sacrifice to any goddess who was listening for her to encourage Arthur Weasley's offspring to submit to his invitation.

In answer to the unspoken question, Bill Weasley reverently handed the harness over to Lucius and began to disrobe. Lucius forced himself to quash his shiver of delight at the young man's willingness and the possibilities that lay ahead of them.

Lucius flicked his hand at the door; the boom of wood slamming home against wood echoed through the empty dungeons. He quickly parted the leather and waited for the pony-tailed man-boy to step forward to him. As his outer layers disappeared, Lucius could not help but admire the porcelain-skinned Adonis before him. Bill Weasley was a well-muscled man. The smooth planes of his chest were perfectly interrupted by two round tan nipples, one sporting a tiny barred piercing through the center, with a tiny silver chain connecting the ends. He nearly licked his lips in anticipation of using his teeth to tug on that chain. Drawing a deep breath to center himself back in the moment, Lucius lifted the leather contraption and placed it over Bill's head to settle it gently on his shoulders. He eased the one inch thick collar around Bill's neck. Bill bowed his head, studying the leather straps as they lay in stark contrast to his pale skin.

"Look at me,"Lucius chided him softly, not wanting to scare him, yet.

Slowly, Bill tore his attention away from the leather straps brushing against his rising erection, and met Lucius' eyes.

"Once I secure this, you will be mine to play with until I release you. Do you understand what you are agreeing to here, Mr. Weasley?"

Bill shook his head, his pony tail swaying. Lucius eased the collar from his neck and began to remove the harness as well.

"No ..." Bill whispered, grabbing Lucius' hand. "Please? I want to understand."

"You've never done this sort of thing before?" Malfoy asked in amazement.

Bill stuttered a bit before answering, "No, no but I have ah ..."

"Perhaps you watched a demonstration?" Lucius submitted for him.

"Uh, yeah, I did." Bill blushed, red flaming quickly across his pale cheeks, tempting Lucius further to ascertain just how quickly his other cheeks might flame. He was drawn to touch Bill's face, softly, curiously, and strangely undemanding. "I liked it," Bill finally conceded, leaning ever so slightly into Lucius' touch. Bill's blue eyes, open and clear, peered deeply into Lucius' stormy gray ones.

"Well ..." Lucius hedged, drawing out Bill's dismay.

"Please? No one will ever know," Bill vowed as he rubbed his thumb over the back of Malfoy's hand.

"One word," commanded Lucius triumphantly.

"Not one word!" swore Bill.

"No, pet, pick one word, now." Lucius smiled at the young man's misunderstanding and patted his cheek. "A safe word."

Bill's brows knit together in confusion. He leaned into Lucius' hand even more. Lucius smiled, trying to calm his prey.
"A word you would not normally say or use during sexual relations that will signal to stop, and stop immediately, pet," Lucius lied. a rather sinister grin on his face.

"Oh!" Bill smiled, relieved. He thought for a few moments before blurting out his one word, "Scabbers."

"Come again, pet?"

"Scabbers." Bill started to chuckle.

"Scabbers it is then," Lucius agreed as he moved to continue dressing Bill. First, he buckled the collar snugly but not tightly around Bill's neck. Bill rolled his head a bit but did not otherwise touch the collar. Lucius then smoothed the leather across his shoulder, and then down his arm, pausing at the biceps to buckle the arm bands there, the ones that crossed with a shining dee-ring at the center of his upper arm. Lucius hands moved lower and buckled the wrist bands in similar fashion before moving to the next arm.

Malfoy connected the harness at the center of Bill's chest and moved lower to encase the Weasley's balls in a similar leather x-piece, lifting and separating his jewels with the lightest of pressure. Bill bit his tongue as he valiantly attempted to stifle his deliciously agonized groans. Lucius bowed his head to hide his own pleased grin. With skilled expertise, Lucius laced up the flat leather thongs, adorning Bill's now rigid cock with beautifully crossing x-s, and then tied the ends just under the crown of Bill's head. Bill watched in awe as the Pureblood then secured his pulsing member to the harness and stepped back. Malfoy inspected his work carefully, oddly attracted to the wiry tufts of dark red hair that fluffed around the leather straps of the harness. Satisfied, Lucius oozed around behind Bill and adjusted the hindquarter straps to settle just where he loved to feel them. Then, with a shark-like grin, Malfoy moved to face him, and tapped the dee-ring on Bill's right shoulder and the leather self-adjusted to tantalizingly taut, not too tight, definitely not loose enough to chafe.

"I think that shall suffice for now," Lucius instructed his new toy while assessing his handiwork. "Get dressed. Shacklebolt is coming."

A panicked Weasley began throwing on his work clothes while Malfoy merely watched him.

"WEASLEY!" Shacklebolt's voice boomed through the dungeons.

"HERE!" Bill bellowed back.

As he stepped to pass Lucius, the Malfoy monarch murmured, "Return in two hours for dinner. Do not touch yourself, boy.} Lucius smoothed his hand up the outside of Bill's thigh. "I will know if you did."

Bill gulped and nodded before hurrying out to meet Kingsley.

"Did you find anything interesting, Bill?"Kingsley asked as he eyed Lucius suspiciously.

"Uh, no, not really, Kingsley," lied Bill. Kingsley turned his attention to Lucius.

"Congratulations, Malfoy. You slithered out of this one as well."

"I am quite sure I do not know what you are talking about, Kingsley."Lucius tried his best to look like a wide-eyed innocent. Bill nearly choked on his laughter.

"And I am sure you do, Lucius."

Bill hurried out of the dungeons and Kingsley followed as well, leaving a smug looking Lucius Malfoy leaning against his own wall.

Bill fought the urge to readjust himself as he walked, the leather straps between his legs and riding up his crack exciting him much more than he thought they would. The next two hours would be sheer torture for him.

"I can't believe we didn't find a single, solitary thing in that entire Manor," Kingsley griped to Bill.

"Definitely surprising. Makes me wonder if he were warned," Bill wondered aloud as his cock twitched in its restraints.

"No doubts," Kingsley bemoaned their luck. "A whole day wasted."

"Not wasted at all!" Bill exclaimed. "Forced him to clean out the attic and dungeons, didn't we?"

Kingsleys b'ooming laugh echoed through the damp evening air as the two men approached the Apparation point.

"See you for Sunday dinner?" Bill asked.

"Wouldn't miss Molly's Sunday dinner!" Kingsley promised just before he Disapparated with a thunderous crack.

Bill turned to re-appraise the stately Manor he had just left. Framed by the lights, Lucius Malfoy stood staring out the window, a black silhouette of promise that made Bill shiver. A regal silver eagle soared overhead, speeding towards its destination with a clearly visible scroll attached to its leg. Bill watched it as it passed overhead above him then looked back to the man in the window, who nodded acknowledgment and stood watching as Bill Disapparated as well.

Author's Notes:

Dear Readers:

I've not been writing for so long that this actually feels alien to me. I'm hoping that by posting this even though the story is not yet completely finished on my end, that I'll motivate myself to write more and faster. This is a bit of a gift-plot-bunny thing from a friend. I hope you enjoy it. Thanks for reading, PW
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