Rating: R, for sexual themes
Warnings: chan, fetishisation of an object
Disclaimer: If I owned Lucius, would I be sitting at my computer right now? The characters and their world are the property of J.K.Rowling and I appreaciate that she allows us to play with them without profit.
A/N: This is a gift for inell.
Summary: Sirius finds that Lucius' cane resembles its owner in so many ways.
For the most prolific and philanthropic inell.
Sirius stood, transfixed, in the doorway to the study of Malfoy Manor. He couldn't help it. He couldn't move toward the stairs to descend to dinner as he should have, so entranced he was by the object leaning so innocently against the chair. A forbidden, but desireable, object. It was just there, unguarded, separated from its owner, ready for Sirius to touch and examine for himself.
The object was pretentious. Its owner had no need for a cane at the age of twenty-two. Then, Lucius Malfoy was nothing if not pretentious.
Quietly, Sirius stepped into the room and slid the door shut. He walked lightly toward the cane, stopping just in front of it, between it and the fire. Holding his breath, he hesitantly reached out toward it and grazed the black surface with his fingertips. It was cool to Sirius' touch, though it lay mere feet from the fire. Chilly... like Lucius, Sirius thought, surprised that this fine shaft of wood, here, in the warm study, could resemble its owner so. Firelight danced on the ebony, hinting at an all-consuming heat, belying the truth of its coldness. Like Lucius... Lucius, whose eyes danced with fires of passion, hatred, lust, power but whose demeanor remained ever cold, even to those he supposedly loved.
Sirius braved a firmer stroke, savoring the smoothness of the cane's surface as he brought his hand up to the snake's head that adorned it. Desiring closer examination, he lowered himself to the floor and sat cross-legged before the object so that it just loomed over him. Like Lucius always towers over those around him... Though not always physically taller than his peers, Lucius ever commanded the attention of all around him, creating the illusion that he was somehow above all of them—an illusion Sirius was sure Lucius carefully cultivated. And yet, it seemed effortless, a part of him, a part of his heritage as a Malfoy to have such a presence. It was a presence Sirius could also have had, had he not rejected grooming it. He never failed to notice, however, how much like Lucius he could have been had he chosen differently...
The eyes of the silver snake's head flashed firelight. Sirius raised his hand to stroke the snake. He found that the teeth were sharp and that he could draw blood by rubbing his thumb against them hard enough. He licked the liquid and wondered, would Lucius' teeth draw blood from his... lovers? Sirius had often found himself wondering what Lucius was like with his lovers, or were they more like victims? Ever since his thirteenth birthday, when the Malfoys had come to visit—not for his birthday, of course, it was only a coincidence—but the fact that he'd turned thirteen seemed to spark Lucius' interest. Sirius recalled how their eyes met from across the room, how Lucius seemed to be able to see right through him. He remembered another time, just a few months ago, how he had been biting into a piece of fruit on the back lawn of the Malfoy manor—it had been the Malfoys' annual summer picnic—how the juices of the fruit had dribbled down his chin, and he looked up to see Lucius watching him with an almost violent look in his steely eyes. The man's mouth had been open just slightly. He was licking his teeth slowly and deliberately, but almost as if he hadn't realized. It made Sirius uncomfortable and he wiped his mouth with his sleeve and got up to go into the house. But he never forgot how Lucius had looked at him. And he never forgot the strokes of Lucius' tongue...
And now, looking at the open mouth of the snake, he thought yet again of Lucius' tongue and teeth and wondered how they might feel on his skin. If his tongue was warm, as tongues should be, or if it was cold, like this cane that seemed an extension of him.
Sirius' hand moved down the cane and he continued to wonder... The cane was long, hard, and smooth. Sirius had once seen Lucius in riding habit. It had been after a ride, and Lucius seemed, well, excited from it. The tight pants left little to the imagination, and what was a teenage boy supposed to do but imagine? Even now, his cock twitched at his thoughts. Could Lucius cock even be cold? They shouldn't be. It's not like I don't have experience in that matter, Sirius thought, remembering the times that he and Remus, he and James had fumbled and experimented, hesitation turning into habit as he and his friends became even closer than friends... but neither of them had captivated his memory as the mere outline of Lucius...
No, his friends could not make him hard with a mere thought as Lucius could.
No one would miss Sirius tonight. No one really wanted him at the stupid dinner anyway. He could stay here a moment, a few moments... This cane is like a part of Lucius... And Sirius unfastened his robes and began to stroke himself. He ran the teeth of the snake along his cheek then along his neck and imagined they were Lucius' teeth. He lay back and ran the length of the black shaft against his cock, imagining it was Lucius' hardness against his own. His arousal heightened, he clenched every muscle he could to prolong his pleasure. He wrapped his hand around both shafts and stroked vigourously, and finally, threw his head back in rapture.
Lucius stood, transfixed, in the doorway to the study. He couldn't help it. He could not move toward the stairs to descend to the drawing-room for after-dinner drinks as he should have, so entranced he was by the vision before him.
There, on the floor of the study, bathed in firelight, black hair shining off a head that thrown back, mouth open in a gasp, his hands around both the shaft of his cane and the shaft of his beautiful, writhing body, was young Sirius Black. He was breathtaking like this, lost in the throes of passion.
It seemed the boy had finally come to understand his own feelings. Lucius knew now that he had Sirius, after all this time, all this waiting.
Sirius looked up, barely registering the noise of the door clicking shut through his excitement.
"Perhaps you would like assistance from someone more... experienced with that particular object."
Lucius Malfoy strode into the room, wresting off his gloves and his cloak, and leaned down to claim both his cane... and Sirius' mouth.
I feel : horny