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Title: Chained, by Choice
Author: iulia_linnea
Threesome: Lucius/Hermione/Severus
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1000
Summary: Lucius wrought the chains that now hold him.
Disclaimer: This piece is based on characters and situations created and owned by J.K. Rowling; various publishers, including, but not limited to: Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books, Raincoast Books; and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author's Note: Thank you, eeyore9990, for beta'ing. This fic, my first daily_deviant (@ IJ) offering, is a piece of pure fan-service involving shiv5468's OT3, and it is dedicated to her with my compliments.

The chains were cold, heavy; they held him, fast, to the wall, his arms above his head, his legs spread. This wedding night was nothing like the one he'd shared with Narcissa, but Lucius didn't want to think of her. Narcissa had been frigid and suffocating; his new bride—and groom—possessed the gift of masterdom that he craved, the lecherous skill that Narcissa had lacked, and the dedication to his cock that he had always desired.

His cock, too, was bound, but it, with soft leather straps that folded his shaft down over his bollocks to prevent its full engorgement. It felt as if it would burst, and the sensation of Hermione's fingertips sliding over the sparse hairs on his separated and restricted testicles only increased that feeling.

He loved it. He loved them, as well, although not even bondage could compel him to admit it. But they knew what he felt, what he needed, and that they longed to give it to him was enough for them all.

Undeniably, it was magnificent to find himself so gloriously helpless, controlled by two biddable masters, after spending so many years shackled by his own lack of foresight to a genocidal maniac incapable of controlling. The only thing Lucius wished to manage in this moment, in fact, was Severus' seemingly mocking distance from his position on the wall.

Why do you make me wait, you bastard? Haven't I given you everything?

As if in reply to his thought, Severus almost purred, "Lucius looks thoroughly debauched, doesn't he? Yet we've barely begun to celebrate."

"Not thoroughly," Hermione replied. "He'd be making more noise, I think, if that were true."

"Oh!" Lucius gasped, as Hermione struck his cock.

"Better," she murmured, as if to an indulged pet, "but I wonder if I should allow such vocal displays?"

The look in her eyes told Lucius that she craved them. It was gratifying, but it made him want to remain silent—if only to coax Severus into paying him more attention.

Bored already are you, Severus? Lucius wondered, with, of course, no true insecurity.

Malfoys were nothing if not confident.

Hermione knelt before Lucius, removing her teasing hand and replacing it with her tongue; the sensation was hot, painfully pleasurable, and almost too much to bear. Lucius couldn't help it, he struggled.

So undignified, he thought, examining the floor lest he find disappointment in Hermione's gaze.

For so many reasons, she desired breaking his will of an evening in a leisurely manner.

The chains moved then; Lucius found himself being lowered slowly to his knees. When he looked up, it was to see that Severus had finally moved near—to present his swollen, leaking prick for Lucius' attention.

"Suck," Severus demanded, jutting his hips forward.

Almost too thick to take—thank Salazar for magic at other, more demandingly intimate moments—Lucius stretched his lips around the protuberant head and slowly leaned into a suck, sliding the flat of his tongue down the underside of the salty flesh with the steady pressure that he knew Severus enjoyed.

Musky heat assailed Lucius' senses. His head swam. He hummed with the effort of pleasing Severus.

When did I first know? Know that I wanted this, wanted you, wanted you both?

Certainly the "charms" of Narcissa Black had never been so inspiring.

"Stop thinking of her," Hermione chastised him, pulling the restrictive strings binding his shaft away from his body.

"FUCK!" Lucius shouted, desperate to come, but the clever clamping spell set at the base of his cock prevented his orgasm. Please! "Fuck me, damn you!"

"There will be no fucking, not yet," Severus answered, his voice hoarse in reprimand. "I want to taste you before taking your arse."

With no other warning than this, the chains jerked Lucius up and then upside down, and then moved in such a way as to position his torso forward into the air.

How does Severus do that?

It was as if Lucius were being cushioned by the air, and perhaps he was. He didn't truly know or care. Mercifully, his wrists and ankles were free of chafing and pain. He knew that spell to be one of Hermione's.

He forgot about Hermione's cleverness, however, as Severus presented himself, nude, in an impatient hover above him.

"And that's clever, too. Why've you never done this before?" Lucius managed to ask, but then all questions left him as Severus' mouth closed over his cock and sucked it to the root. In lustful relief, Lucius took Severus' thrusting cock above into his mouth before he could cry out again and worked it as ferociously as he could, not wanting to come before his husband did.

Won't last long. Can't.

He was proven right when one small, lubricated finger of his wife's pressed itself into his arse and stroked his prostate in time with Severus' rhythmic suction of his cock.


It wasn't a sound that Lucius had ever made before, and it was cut short as Severus came and Lucius found himself swallowing and swallowing and swallowing, swallowing so greedily, so as not to choke. His world became centred on taking everything Severus could give, feeling every crook of Hermione's finger, and then he came undone as he felt the sudden, shocking absence of the clamping spell on the base of his cock.

"F—uck! FU—"

Hermione's massage didn't stop, and his second orgasm rendered Lucius incapable of anything other than a wordless, open-mouthed scream of pure, lust-soaked joy.

Shuddering through shocks of pleasure, Lucius felt his matrimonial chains fall away and the warm hands of his spouses pulling him into a pile of moist limbs. Somehow, he managed to achieve Hermione's breasts as a pillow, and Severus' chest as a headboard of sorts, as he surrendered to the welcome lull of post-coital ease on the pillow-soft, Transfigured stones of the Malfoy dungeon.

A surge of uncharacteristic glee spread through him as he realised that they had yet to actually fuck, and Lucius drifted off, thinking, Second marriages—can't recommend them enough.


( 10 comments — Leave a comment )
May. 31st, 2008 05:58 am (UTC)
LOL! Not a grouping I would ordinarily read -- Lucius leaves me cold -- but this is hot. Of course, I didn't see Hermione come. You need a sequel! *G*
May. 31st, 2008 06:15 am (UTC)
Neglecting Hermione's orgasm was wrong of me; I'll have to correct that. ;)

This isn't a threesome I'd ordinarily write, but what kind of a "pairing whore" would I be if I didn't try new things? And it's fun playing with Lucius, I find. *g*

Yay, your thinking it hot! Thank you. :D
May. 31st, 2008 08:03 pm (UTC)
Truly? The only way I can imagine liking Lucius is with Snape on top, whipping him with a cane and riding him like a pony, growling obscene yet astoundingly erudite insults at him. *G*
May. 31st, 2008 08:08 pm (UTC)
*fans self*

Um, you gonna write that? *begs*
Jun. 1st, 2008 04:09 am (UTC)
The Price of Freedom

Snape's voice was slightly breathless but still every bit as menacing as usual. "Your skin marks so prettily, Lucius." He ran his hand over the striped mounds of Malfoy's ass, drawing a hiss out the older man. Malfoy was bound, prone, across a padded bench Snape had conjured for the purpose. Snape laid aside the cane for a moment. "I'm going to enjoy this immensely."

He lined himself up and thrust to the hilt, eliciting a choked gasp from the man beneath him. "Like that, do you?" Snape sneered. "You demented, cocksucking little slut. Tell me you want it." He smacked the reddened cheeks with his hand.

"Yes!" Malfoy sobbed out.

The Wizengamot might have given Lucius Malfoy clemency, but only because they had no real proof against him. Snape could change that, could sentence him to life in Azkaban with a word. Snape might have asked for anything in return for his silence; Malfoy would have given half his fortune to spare Narcissa and Draco and more public humiliation.

However, it seemed the only thing Snape craved was Malfoy's very private humiliation.

For an interminable moment, Snape remained buried, unmoving, in Malfoy's clenching ass. Suddenly his hand descended again with a resounding crack. "What precisely do you want, Lucius? You're going to have to say it. I want to hear you beg for it. Beg me to hurt you. Beg me to fuck you."

"Yes," Malfoy blurted. "Yes, fuck me. Fuck me, Snape, you bastard."

Snape smacked him again. "Oh, I plan to. But don't imagine it's for your benefit I do this." He pulled out and thrust in again, hard, causing Malfoy to shout -- whether in pleasure or pain, Snape didn't particularly care. He punctuated each subsequent thrust with an insult: "Pretentious ... supercilious ... sycophantic ... bootlicker ... tell me, Lucius ... how does it feel to ... bend over for me ... instead of the ... Dark Lord?"

Malfoy moaned, unable to move, unable to come, completely at Snape's mercy.

"Are you finding the price of freedom too high?" Snape asked, smacking Malfoy across the shoulders with the cane.

"N-no," Malfoy gasped, hard despite everything.

Snape increased the pace of his thrusts, setting a punishing rhythm. "You're a parasite ... leaching off the ... leavings of a ... megalomaniacal ... lunatic.... Nothing but a ... bloodsucking ... bottom-feeding ... barnacle ... on the backside ... of Wizardom."

With a curse, Snape came, jerking himself free and aiming his come at Malfoy's face. Afterwards, he made Malfoy lick him clean.

"That's right," Snape purred. "From Death Eater to shit eater. You've come up in the world, Lucius." He waved a hand, and the bonds holding Malfoy captive dissolved. Lucius crumpled to the floor and curled into a ball.

"I should kill you," Malfoy whispered harshly.

"The Dark Lord attempted it, not to mention Potter. They both failed. But do feel free to try."

Malfoy said nothing, and his glare was half-hearted at best, seeing as Snape had turned his back -- a contemptuous dismissal, both of Malfoy and his threats. He struggled to his feet, glancing once at his wand, lying on the side table. "I suppose you'll want me here again next week." He refused to admit, even to himself, that something in him -- the small, atrophied raisin of a conscience -- knew he deserved anything Snape cared to dish out. Craved it, in fact.

"Yes." Snape wiped down the cane with swift, sure strokes. He whipped it through the air a few times, generating a series of satisfying cracks. "Don't be late," he added absentmindedly, already contemplating next week's session. Candle wax, perhaps. Malfoy's porcelain skin really did turn the most delightful shade of pink when burnt.

Jun. 1st, 2008 04:13 am (UTC)
Re: The Price of Freedom

Now that's a commitment to one's artistic vision! *dances*

Oh, well done!

Thank you, m'dear. :D *glee*
Jun. 1st, 2008 04:21 am (UTC)
Re: The Price of Freedom
You're welcome. Posted it to my LJ with a link to your story. Hope you don't mind.
Jun. 1st, 2008 04:26 am (UTC)
Re: The Price of Freedom
Certainly not! And I'll pimp your fic tomorrow. *hugs*
Jun. 1st, 2008 05:17 am (UTC)
I don't think I've ever read this pairing before, but I really love the way you've written it. Seriously hot. :)
Jun. 1st, 2008 05:21 am (UTC)
*dances to rate "seriously hot"*

Thanks bunches, m'love!
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