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Disclaimer: I don't make any money from Harry Potter because I don't own it. That's why there was no kinky sex in it.

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I don't make any money from Harry Potter because I don't own it. That's why there was no kinky sex in it.

CONSENTUAL Lucius/Colin, because I think Colin needs more attention. Semi-dark epilogue complaint, sort of. After two wars, Lucius has come to the conclusion that he'd rather not know about the secrets he's not keeping, and his boy doesn't object. Most of the time. Loosely inspired by photos of Hugh Mitchell grown up and gothed out.

And sorry about the first post. I can't even begin to explain how I got 6 copies of the story when i posted. It only took me 3 tries to put it up. Thanks so mush for the encouragement, Tesgura, and feel free to run with any inspiration you picked up from the pair or content.

For Joanna, who would also like more m/m watersports. And for me, because my mind can be a terribly dirty place some times. And maybe for you too, but I'll never know if you don't review.

And you did remember to read the warnings, right? 'cause I wasn't joking.

Bliss

In the soft glow of the fire light, deep within the dungeon of Hogwarts, Lucius found himself wondering once again what he was doing there. Oh, he knew he was waiting for his dirty little secret to arrive, waiting to do all manner of filthy things to the boy, nearly a man now. The part he still had trouble wrapping his mind around was why he came back time after time despite the risk, despite knowing just how wrong it was, despite the power he continued to hand his little submissive lover every time they met like this.

It started, really, the year of the reptile, as he had dubbed it in his mind, with his son's second year bringing him to the school rather often. Then it had been a stray thought of the small blond having the potential of growing into a lovely little toy for his son if the plan worked out as intended, with Lucius as the new head of the pure-blood movement. Wizards often took male pets to keep themselves amused till marriage contracts were fulfilled, and he would be pleased to introduce his son to the long standing tradition.

Unfortunately, at some point he met the mahogany brown eyes with starburts of bright sunlight gold, framed in long curling lashes, and lost his soul to some yet unnameable quality within. Even at that age, something about his eyes were anything but innocent and strangely captivating. Dark and twisted fantasies started to twist themselves around those eyes in his dreams, leaving him with sweat damp sheets and aching for release like no other had in all his years. To this day, he still can't say for sure what it was he saw lurking in the boy's gaze, but it touched him too deeply to ignore.

He had intended to leave the dreams as nothing more. It was the only practical approach to dealing with a lust for a Gryffindor younger than his son and clearly enamored with the boy hero he photographed so much. Slytherin perverts who had dark marks would be tattled on before any fun even started, it's simply the order of the universe. Some questions are really better left unanswered.

Then that fateful day happened the following year. He felt the silencing and locking charms, as only a parent can, on his way out of a visit with his old friend, Severus, and felt so nostalgic that he just had to peak at what the snakes were getting up to, maybe even advise them on how to get away with it. Instead, after he quietly unraveled the privacy charms, he found that boy, robe on the floor, pants around his knees, shirt hanging from his elbows, in front of a large photo, but not of Potter. It was of Lucius the year before with his hair loose and caught in a breeze. As he watched through a crack in the door, the boys hands vanished into the most tantalizing places as he panted and moaned, kneeling before that image.

His ego broke him, surely, as his name slid from rosy lips like a prayer and the youth spilled on the stones between his knees. As Lucius watched, the little deviant turned with heavy lidded knowing eyes to look directly into shocked gray as he lapped at his soiled hand like a kitten. Intellect surrendered to libido, and Lucius mauled him like a beast in heat right there on the abandoned class floor, too lost to think of lock spells or consequences till his heart rate calmed and his breathing evened once again.

That boy had been no virgin, of that he was certain. Oh, he had all the enthusiasm of a virgin, but the skill and finesse of a well seasoned courtesan of the highest class, anticipating needs and meeting desires before they were even fully formed thoughts. Someone had educated the minx very thoroughly before the elder Malfoy had ever gotten to him. As he lay there in the pure-blood's arms, sweaty and bruised and bleeding in places Lucius couldn't even remember abusing in the heat of passion, “Why?” was all Lucius could think.

"It's not love." his fallen cherub breathed, barely above a whisper, his voice creaking from earlier screaming. "We are both mature enough to see this. Fixation would be a better term."

Fixation: a force that left a lion behaving like a serpent, and a serpent charging in like a rabid lion. That day alone could have damned them both had either of them slipped, fueled by nothing more then a fascination of sorts. Fortunately, Colin Creevey didn't slip. Nor did he blackmail the way Draco would have, but suggested another meeting.

6^th year, the boy, now technically a man, has outdone himself, not only by keeping up with every kink Lucius could dream, but by giving him a cover for his actions. During the final battle, Colin Creevey died, and Cole Eliot, pure-blooded child orphaned by the first war and raised in a muggle orphanage, didn't. Oh, the real Cole did die, one of the many casualties of that day, but with a well timed potion, Colin Creevey looked dead long enough to fool Potter and glamor himself and Cole's corpse. His brother knew, and backed him up to keep questions away, looking every bit the part of a mourning family member. Sometimes Lucius wondered if Denis knew of the fixation, but some questions were better left unanswered.

The newly Cole chose well, as a quiet Slytherin who was in the wrong place at the wrong time with no friends or family to note his difference. Lucius, naturally, adopted him after the war to protect him in the chaos following the final battle, and nobody ever wondered why. Seamlessly, Mr. Eliot slipped into the role of a student the same year and befriended Denis. He claimed to want to mend relations with the house in honor of Snape, the war hero, and starts a face saving trend for the snakes as they repeat the year, and as his charge, Lucius has all the reason in the world to watch him, visit him, met him in dark dungeon class rooms.

So he waits, knowing his fixation could still destroy him, he waits.

Cole, with dark hair and darker eyes, tanned skin and broad shoulders slides in the door and shimmers out of existence. School robes fall loose, as if expecting a growth spurt and silky sooty blond curls replace wiry tresses, mahogany eyes promise all manner of sins. Colin quickly sheds his clothing, not yet looking directly at his master, even though Lucius knows, just knows, that he feels the eyes in the shadows, reveling old whip scares on rosy pale flesh(the source predated their arrangement and was never spoken of), delicately muscled even so late in his growth, as well as the silver piercings set with jade that the older man still remembers giving him as if it were yesterday, not nearly 4 years ago, gleaming in the teens most sensitive places.

He kneels, eyes down, hands clasped behind his back,and waits, the perfect illusion of submission. The blond waited, watching, listening, and even sniffing for clues as to what his pet needed this time, ready to match him in the perfect illusion of dominance. They had both known form the beginning who was really in control during these secret rendezvous.

"Sir, please. I can't wait much longer." the beauty whines shifting his legs as if he may cover himself soon, opening things with what he knows will bring punishment, and sooner rather then later. At the same time, there is a tremor or uncertainty and shyness laced with the words, asking for comfort and affirmation that he is desired. His familiar sent of brown sugar and ginger, a favored soap perhaps, is laced with a dark woody fragrance, patchouli, maybe with notes of frankencense, ask for primal lust, bordering on aggression, making it clear that he needs to feel own and marked before he can accept tenderness this time, and a hint of something sharp that Lucius has not yet placed, so he will deal with that later.

Not acting just yet, he gives the boy a chance to dig himself into more trouble while enjoying the image. The hair that had been a mousey brown when they had begun had paled over the years, shifting into a smokey blond color that looked positively ethereal as the light caught the disheveled waves of gleaming mercurial strands. Features that began with soft curves of lingering baby fat lengthened and sharpened, the full pouting lips grew plumper and darker, nearing raspberry. His long, slim, hairless build and wide dark eyes with long curling dusty brown lashes gave the teen the look of the ancient paintings of the high elves not seen in centuries outside of text and old ritual room paintings, often making the pale man wonder about the true ancestry of his plaything, who had begun trying to rub himself off on his own leg.

Lucius moved swiftly into action, almost on instinct, prowling forward with a deep savage growl, and jerked his naughty bottom's head back by the silken pale strands, glaring fiercely into dark eyes. He saw surprise, but not fear at his harsh treatment. "Naughty, naughty. You know better then to try to touch yourself without permission. Now, what must I do to make sure you don't want to misbehave again?" surprised eyes become hungry, perhaps a little desperate, even as pouty lips make timid little whimpers. In this close proximity, Lucius finally could discern the sharp undertone of the sent and mentally rejoiced at just how dirty Colin liked to play. He smell like just a hint of urine, just enough to tell his lover it was no accident, but soft enough not to draw attention in the halls.

The final detail: Colin wants not just to be disciplined, but humiliated as well, rode hard and rough, then have the bruises gently cleaned."Go bend over the desk and wait." a soft flush blossomed over high cheek bones as the lithe youth scrambled to comply. He practically spilled himself over the old black teacher's desk they decided to keep in the room, spread his legs just enough to tempt and wrapped his fingers around the edge to stay balanced. Lucius contemplated using magic to bind him, but decided he'd prefer to be more hands on this time and drew thick silk cords from the lower desk drawer.

He carefully wrapped and tied slim creamy ankles to the legs of the desk, forcing slender thighs wider in the process. He rose slowly, careful to drag his long loose hair up the back of the bound limbs and over the pale back, savoring the way his boy trembled and arched into the teasing touch. The older blond walked around to the other side of the desk to give delicate looking wrists the same treatment, securing his prize, then bit down sharply and suddenly at the back of the exposed neck with bruising force, earning a throaty moan.

When he reached the front of the desk again, he found his captive to be leaking precum heavily down the desk and attempting to hump the wood in front of him. Oh, he was doing well to have such a reaction so soon in their play, but clearly would need to take action before they could progress or the punishment would become pleasure too soon. Luckily, Lucius had a thought to bring one of his favorite toys today, and it was just what the master ordered.

He slipped off his outer robe and fished the urethral insert out of his pocket, four and a half inches in length with a widened bulb about a quarter inch wide at one end, the shaft dropping to an eighth inch, and a coiled sleeping snake detailed at the other end, curved slightly inward to cradle the cock head while preventing it from slipping in to far to retrieve, all worked skilfully in cold green jade. The wide tip would stop any fluids from releasing without a great deal of pressure while helping to keep it in pace and the natural coolness of the jade and slick texture would provide intense stimulation, bringing his pet near orgasm while slowing just that. Even more fun could be had since the relatively flat snake design would allow Lucius to deep throat the modest cock without removing it, and the jade held enchantments well, so he could heat, cool, or vibrate the piece with a command, bringing maddening levels of pleasure.

Slowly, Lucius took the youth's swollen member in his gloved hand and pulled it back between his legs, knowing the lush suede was tantalizing in it's own right, and slid the boy's foreskin down and out of the way. Then with his index finger and thumb, he pushed far harder then necessary on the sensitive head, earning him a pained whimper and opening the slit for the intrusion.

Had this been one of there gentler sessions, the aristocrat may have lubricated the plug, but today he knew his pet needed the sting that forcing it in dry would bring. Lucius watched in the same twisted fascination he always felt when doing this as the bulbous end was gradually swallowed into the delicate hole amidst panting and high pitched whines. He took his time, knowing the pace was dragging out the pain, as he worked it in. Finally, he gave the snake a sharp flick with his fingers and savored the pain tinges groan the action brought.

Next, he securely wrapped his pet's testicles in thin silk cord, knowing the width of the binding would make the skin more tender, and tied it carefully so he could release it quickly when the time came. To add to this, he summoned what had proven to be Colin's favorite toys, a riding crop, and an acid green ball of about two inches in diameter with a secure cord at one end.

The ball was quite heavy, and would need constant effort to remain in Colin's ass for any length of time, leading him to many a punishment for dropping it before he was allowed, and the cord had lead to a whole different game on a random whim that his boy adored above many others, though always concerned his older lover due to the damage it may do in the long run. Given the boy was practically begging for one of Lucius's favorite kinks with soiled pants, he felt it only fair to indulge today.

He set the crop to the side, leaning it silently against the desk and out of Colin's view, then proceeded to secure the silk cord to the cord extending from the ball, leaving just enough space that the testicles, while still loose, would want to sit comfortably when the ball was only about half way into the virgin tight ass. Even all these years later, Lucius still failed to understand how the mudblood managed to keep such an untouched state despite their exploits, but he never failed to appreciate the fact.

The pale man let the ball drop, enjoying another whine as it dragged the bound flesh with it and watched as the boy's flushed penis tried to flex around the stone encased within it. Scared creamy skin glistened with the beginnings of perspiration, and the flushed pucker between Colin's spread cheeks twitched in anticipation. Unconcerned for the damage it could do to his gloves, Lucius pressed his finger into the orifice roughly, surprised to find it slick.

"Have you been playing with my property without permission, pet?" he growled coldly as the bound boy. Secretly, it never failed to stir him to a full erection when he thought of Colin sneaking away to finger himself before his master arrived, but it wouldn't be as much fun if he didn't get to spank the boy for doing so when he couldn't watch.

"I'm sorry, sir. I ached so bad for cock, sir. I couldn't help myself, sir." Colin sheepishly responded, though the blush on his cheeks was likely more a product of his extreme arousal then actual shame. They both knew he was really begging to be hurt.

"Tsk. You know better. And if I am not mistaken, you have dirtied your self as well, and left it that way. You played with my things while smelling like a toilet. If you are really so eager for cock that you would take anything that spills from one, perhaps I should give you what you need?" Lucius snapped. The game had truly begun now.

"Please, sir-" the youth tried to plead, sounding fearful, but he was cut off by the brutal sting of the ridding crop marking his left cheek and angry red.

"You have been exceedingly naughty. I will need to punish you severely so you remember your place." the aristocrat growled as he rained down blows, as he periodically angled the crop to catch the boy in his crack, graze his painfully stretched scrotum, directly hit the perineum, or even strike the twitching rose bud. Delicious whines and yelps and whimpers met his ears as he reddened and bruised his plaything's ass thoroughly so even the most sensitive spots were abused.

"You know the rules, pet. For behaving like such a dirty little slut, I will have to make sure you suffer suitably." Lucius told him darkly as he lifted the ball to the already raw asshole and shoved with two fingers. He pushed it in past his second knuckle quickly, yanking the testicles bound to it along with and wrung a shriek from the boy and enjoyed the way the slim back bowed.

Fingers still in place he told the youth "Since you were so eager to be filled, you will hold this in place. Every time I see it slipping, I get to beat your stretched hole. If you should drop it, I will add weights to your testicles with alligator clips and put it back. Drop it more then three times, and I will be using chilli oil to lubricate your cock plug."

Colin would have gladly drooped the ball all night had Lucius not made a threat that would prevent it, and he found that while the boy could handle a great deal when it came to bruises, abrasions, and cuts, something about the burn in the nerve rich urethra or his anus from the chilli oil would wilt his erection in seconds. This way, though Colin would let the ball slide and peak, he would hold it for the most part. Lucius reluctantly drew his fingers from the tight heat to return to the whipping and enjoyed the flex of muscles as his pet struggled to hold the toy despite the pull from his scrotum.

Lucius continued the beating and expanded his range to include the boy's scared back and willowy legs, seeming to strike at random as he left a scattering of red. Just as he predicted, he could see the tell tale flexing and relaxing play over the toned ass cheeks as Colin maneuvered the ball to peak and retract in a display of control that defied his age. Like the scars, it was never discuses how the boy learned such things. Perverted sex was reasonable indulgence of a fixation, but questions so personal almost spoke of care.

While he worked, the Slytherin slipped a cobalt vile of potion from his pants pocket and sipped delicately at the dark liquid. Thankfully Severus had never asked too many questions when he requested something that tasted pleasant and would increase his need and volume of urination. Part of him also suspected his old classmate was as dead as young Creevey, but knew it was one of the many questions in life best left alone.

Turning his thoughts back from the darkness, he gave Colin his full attention and realized his pet was at the edge of sub space and it would not be fair to continue playing the little game when the boy wouldn't be aware of the difference between pain and pleasure. It was unlike him to be so careless that he nearly missed the nuances of the games till nearly too late.

"Well done. We are almost finished." he purred against his pets ear as he caressed the youth's heated ass, savoring the fluttering lashes the show of tenderness earned him. "When I tell you to, you may slowly release the ball. Then we can get to your reward for doing such a good job at following the rules." That earned him a a moan of pure longing. He really was lucky to have found such a lovely treasure.

Lucius pulled back slowly, dragging his hair over the now hyper aware flesh of Colin's back and enjoyed the full body shudder that brought, and positioned himself to watch the small pucker at work. "Now. Let it out. We're almost done." he coaxed.

Gradually, as he was told, Colin relaxed and let the ball slip, little by little as Lucius gave him his final round of blows directly to the stretching ring of skin, making it all the more difficult not to clench back on the intrusion. Fortunately, Colin was very skilled, and seemed disinclined to rack up more abuse. As the green ball final let loose and weighed the boy's scrotum down, Lucius could see the visible shift in posture that told him that Colin was now deep in subspace.

The timing was perfect. Just as his boy was ready to enjoy anything he could do, the pressure on his balder from the potion became urgent. He didn't fight it, but rather freed his aching cock from his pants and let loose spraying salty liquid over broken open welts all over his pet's body, savoring the way the slim frame arched into the feeling in sensual abandon.

He walked to the front of his plaything, cock still out and told the daze youth "Very good. Now, since you were so eager as to get yourself in trouble for it, I will give it to you. Be a good boy and swallow what I give you."

Lucius knew by his inability to hide the rough edge to his voice that he was nearly as far gone as his sub, but forced his cock roughly between the plump lips anyway and began to thrust. Quickly, the potion displayed it's effects again and he pulled back from the moaning throat so the stream would be impossible for Colin to mistake and enjoyed the way the boy lapped at the head. Near the end, Lucius grabbed a fist full of smokey hair and pulled his boy's head up to let the stream trickle over the enraptured face below him and into the still open mouth.

Looking into glazed nearly black eyes and damp lashes, knowing what the moisture was, Lucius felt his balls tighten and knew he'd better finish things before he made a fool of himself from the view alone and walked back around to the waiting rear. He untied Colin's right leg and balanced the boy's knee near his shoulder, spreading him wider so the abused pucker was even more exposed and noted a pink trickle had escaped from their earlier play. He couldn't restrain a low animal snarl as he grabbed the slender hip firmly and forced his way into the quivering hole with nothing more than spit and whatever lube Colin had prepared himself with.

Sticky and sweaty and bleeding in placed, Lucius knew he was about to ruin his clothing on his pet, and the knowledge added fuel to the hunger burning in him. Once again the potion's effects left his balder aching and with a dark smirk, he let go right in the boy's most intimate spot, knowing the rushing fluid was likely putting pressure on the boy's prostate. With a husky whisper, he added further torment by activating the jade still lodged in the boy's cock, the vibrations cascading through the hard prick and right up into the quivering ass the aristocrat was sunk balls deep into. With his pet making the most exquisite noises beneath him and struggling to hump the steel hard flesh impaling him, Lucius used his last sherd of coherent thought to tug loose the cord binding the boy's testicles.

With another primal snarl, the fair pure-blood let his mask fall off and tore into the body beneath him with all the dignity of a dog in heat. With grunts and groans he chased his orgasm fast and hard, Colin well past forming coherent words and every bit as eager to meet the punishing pace his master set, both too far gone to worry if there will be blood later.

Colin found his release first. The pressure that had been building long before he entered the room finally reach the peak needed to force out the stone holding him back. Both too occupied to care, the jade clinked to the floor in a shower of ropey white, the sudden clamping of his raw hole pulled Lucius with him over the edge.

Later, though the pure-blood would never be quite sure how much later, Lucius found he came back to earth first, and the strain had left his Colin passed out. His Colin? Fight it as he may, as he began to clean the sleeping boy's wounds and apply the appropriate salve to speed healing, Lucius realized that he was well past fixation. He wasn't quite sure what it was, but there was something deeper, something strong.

It terrified him.

Frightened or not, the boy was began to wake, and his wounds were clean, and now was the part where he took the bindings off and held an pet and kissed Colin, and told him what a good boy he was. Once it had been a ritual they partook in because they agreed it was likely the closest thing to love either would get outside of family. Now he wasn't so sure.

For now, he would keep quiet. Colin would never leave, they had seen too much together. Besides, who else could give the boy what he craved? No, the worst that could happen would be Colin staying while feeling nothing. Lucius knew it was another one of those questions best left unanswered.

Cuddling done, the slim youth's skin vanished bit by bit as his 'father' helped him dress, knowing his muscles would still ache despite the healing potions and salves for much of the day. Colin didn't like the potions, wanting to keep the marks, but his master was right about them needing extra care, especially now that the war had nearly destroyed all Slytherins, so he took what he could get in the form of his clothing holding the smell of the older man's cologne.

He replaced his glamor and was about to leave, but turned, hand on the door knob. "I think I found Snape." he said calmly.

Lucius's face went reflexively into his cold mask. "That is nothing to joke with me about." he sated sharply.

The now dark youth answered calmly "It's not a joke. During the occupation, he said things to me. There were no portraits sometimes. He's the only other person who could know. A first year potions prodigy referred to them. Who else would be clever enough to know who I am and how to tell me so without exposing either of us?" and with that, he left.

Who, indeed.

Who else knew the extent of what the former death eater had done to try to appease the Dark Lord and keep his family alive?

This could change everything.

Some questions were definitely better left unanswered.
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