Title: Dear Narcissus

Author: Death of the Endless

Rating: R. Oh, and it’s slash. You heard me, right? If not: This story is SLASH!

Pairing: Lucius Malfoy/Remus Lupin

Summary: Alright, fine, it’s another veela story. Lucius is seventeen, a veela, and very, very frustrated. The one he tries to drag off to his cave is Remus Lupin.

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything, not the characters, not the setting. I would own the plot, except that there isn’t any.

Warning: Contains spoilers for every book, including Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince.

Please, PLEASE read & review. Flames will be passed around friends and laughed at.

Dear Narcissus

and so you felt and you're still here
and so you died and you're still standing
and so you softened and you're still safely in command

self protection was in times of true danger
your best defense to mistrust and be wary
surrendering a feat of unequalled measure
and I'm thrilled to let you in
overjoyed to be let in in kind

- Alanis Morisette, Surrendering

Part two

Remus made his way through the castle as quickly as he could. He had a strange feeling of being late, but perhaps that was just nerves. In either case, he considered himself lucky, since Filch hadn’t shown up at all. No teacher either. He stopped for a moment by a window and gazed out at the Whomping Willow outside. It loomed threatingly over the grounds. The pale moon spilled its light over everything, turning the scenery vaguely blue. He shivered under the cloak. Whether it was from fear or anticipation he didn’t know, but he made his way outside as fast as he could.

The robes really were very snug and warm. He reveled in the feeling of them before he picked up the carefully hidden stick and nudged the spot on the tree that made it calm and still. Taking a deep breath, he entered.

The corridors were dark and cold, but he followed them without fear. After all, he had walked them many times before. “Lumos.” He whispered and walked further. The spell didn’t give him nearly as much light as he had hoped for, or at least it seemed like a small comfort now. He felt very much alone, and he wondered idly if it had all been a cruel joke on his behalf. On the other hand, what if it wasn’t? That would mean he was crazy, walking to a secret meeting with a Malfoy without anyone to back him up. The closer he got to the secret room, the more scared he felt.

Just when had decided to turn back he saw the opening ahead, and a faint warm glow that came from inside. Curious, but nervous, he forced himself to walk towards it.

“Hello?” He called out before he could stop himself. Stupid! Why did you have to do that? Stupid! Stupid! To top it all off he had sounded shrill like a little girl. Perfect. If he really was inside, and why shouldn’t he, he ought to be laughing his head off. Before he could get any more nervous he walked quickly to the entrance and stepped inside.

He couldn’t hold back a soft intake of breath.

The horrible room where he had spent the most of his times as a werewolf looked completely different now. Lucius had obviously been redecorating. It looked wonderful, even though the huge four poster bed made him blush furiously. There were candles everywhere, and there was food on a small table beside the bed. He noticed that there was nowhere else to sit. There were thick curtains of velvet hanging across the ugly walls. As a matter of fact, there were fabrics almost everywhere, which made Remus feel as if he was inside a huge pillow. It felt… cozy. Safe, even. Although, when he thought about it, the deep red color made his cheeks burn even hotter.

“Admiring my work?”

The silky voice behind him made him jump guiltily. “It’s lovely.” He managed through dry lips. Lucius looked very pleased when he said that, and the silence between them was comfortable. Remus noted shyly that he was wearing a stunning set of thin, blue robes. The warmed up room would soon force him to shed more than his invisibility cloak, and he shuddered at the thought of what he was wearing beneath the beautiful winter robes. Not his school robes, oh no, he hadn’t been thinking of looking good. He was wearing his own home made robe that his mother had made for him. It was a good deal more tattered and torn than his school robes, and he bit his lip in a rush of unfamiliar shame and embarrassment as he shed the winter robes.

Lucius didn’t seem to notice, though, or maybe he was tactfully quiet. He offered Remus a glass of something and he took a deep gulp before he knew what it was. He grimaced at the sharp taste and blushed. The soft laugh caught him off guard. He had never heard Lucius laugh before. “You’re supposed to sip it.” He said and eyed his mate hungrily, before he filled his glass.

“Sit with me.”

The command was made of steel but it was wrapped up so softly that Remus obeyed him before he knew what he was doing. They sat together on the huge bed. Remus sat down so that he had a bit of distance between himself and the dangerously sexy older boy.

Lucius was very pleased. His mate was practically secured. He had obviously surrendered, coming here with his new robes on and obeying everything he said. Now he could safely allow them both a little time before he would have to take him. Already he could feel the pressure and the frustration building.

Remus took another sip of his whatever-it-was and smiled a bit. He was certainly beginning to feel a bit more relaxed. “So…” He said. “I guess this is the part where we talk.” Lucius nodded approvingly and tried not to get lost in the little details about the young boy. Like how his lips pressed against the rim of the glass. Like how his tongue snuck out quickly to catch the small droplets still on his lower lip. Like how his hair reflected the fire light. And how the shadows moved on his soft skin…

“I don’t think I’m your mate.”

The sentence didn’t register at first. It was as if his ears were reluctant to bring the information to his brain. (I’m not going to tell him, YOU tell him!) But when it did he felt his face harden, his momentary weakness turn cold again. Remus still hadn’t noticed the change in the veela before him. He was gazing into his glass, as if he could tell by looking into the red depths.

“I… I think you are mistaken.” He continued, and finally looked at Lucius. The sight wasn’t scary if you were looking at it as if it was a picture. The picture was harmless, though vaguely homoerotic. But if you were there it was terrifying. Then he made a classic mistake. He tried to defuse the situation by laughing. “I mean, it’s downright silly when you think about it.” He said with a big smile. “I mean, you and me!” He laughed again. Somewhere parts of his brain tried to supply him with the information that he was going to die a horrible, painful death.

“Really..?” Lucius said in a soft and deadly voice. It finally dawned on Remus that he had managed to make his situation worse by far. “Let’s make a little experiment, shall we? Would you grant med fifteen minutes to prove to you that you’re my mate?”

It wasn’t a question. It was a man walking to his execution. It was someone jumping out of a burning building. Remus felt it, and he was scared again. Although, he had to admit, it was a fair offer. He smiled shakily. “Alright, then. Fifteen minutes.” He agreed and stuck out his hand for Lucius to shake. Lucius ignored it.

“Take off you clothes.” He said sharply and started to undress himself. Remus’ jaw dropped. “What! But...! That’s not what I meant!” He yelped and quickly looked away when Lucius was naked. “You gave me fifteen minutes. I will prove it to you. Take your clothes off. I won’t ask you again.”

Remus covered his eyes partly, then felt like a stupid child and took his hand down. He made a point of not looking further down than Lucius’ collarbone. “I most certainly will not!” He said angrily. “I thought we would talk!” He got to his feet and headed for the door. Lucius drew his wand quickly and shut the door and locked it with a few simple spells. “Open the door, Lucius.” Remus said sharply, but when nothing happened he turned around. “Why are you doing this?” He asked him sharply again, heart beating wildly in his chest. He was so afraid his mouth tasted like metal.

“You are mine. Allow me to touch you, for a second even, and you will see it’s true.” Lucius hissed with burning eyes.

Although unaware of it, Lucius looked like a demon in the candlelight. He was beautiful naked, but it was the kind of dangerous beauty you knew by instinct that you could only enjoy from afar. The long, silvery hair caught the fire light and reflected it back with every color in the room. The thin lips were curled into a threatening sneer and his eyes, well… they were an open way to the burning need that would consume them both.

Remus gulped. His body wanted too, he could certainly feel that, but fear tingled just as strongly as the excitement. The only problem was, thought Remus dizzily, that the two of them are almost one and the same now.

Seconds ticked by until Lucius finally lost control and threw himself on the surprised werewolf. One arm coiled around his waist like a snake and he buried the other hand in the soft hair and pulled harshly so that his throat was bared. He hissed something Remus couldn’t hear, and then his world exploded in intense pain. Lucius was biting him! Since his childhood accident Remus had been horribly afraid of bites, and now he struggled for his life.

“Please, stop! Let go, stop, please stop, please..!” He pleaded, and through his red haze Lucius felt his mate’s cry of pain. He slowly stopped his biting and sucking and licked the angry, red spot tenderly instead. He was nonetheless pleased to feel Remus’ erection pressing against him. Remus held on to the strong shoulders for dear life and took a deep breath. Lucius kissed his way up the soft neck and stopped to bite his earlobe softly. He maintained the firm grip on his hair and directed his head so that he could kiss him.

Remus was lost. As soon as he felt his lips he opened his mouth by instinct and Lucius growled approvingly. It wasn’t really Remus who did the thinking now. It was the wolf inside. Once it had tested the strength of the other male it gladly submitted itself to the harsh treatment. The wolf had found its mate too. Remus spread his knees clumsily and pressed himself to the hard naked body. It was almost too much..!

He opened his eyes dizzily and noticed they were a lot closer to the bed. The creature holding him…Lucius… had turned him around so that Remus’ back was pressed against his front. And Lucius’ rock hard member was pressed against the cleft of his… Remus jumped and tried to turn around again. “Wait! It’s a bit too soon, I want to wait!” He mumbled frantically through swollen lips. All thoughts fled when Lucius opened his robes and searched inside… the long fingers quickly found what they where looking for, and Remus arched his back and moaned. Nobody had ever touched him there, ever! Lucius’ bites wasn’t bothering him anymore, he was too far gone for that. Instead he rubbed his ass against the other boy’s erection and clenched experimentally.

The result was instant and violent. He found himself pushed face first into the soft pillows and he gasped when he felt his pants being ripped from him. Part of him wanted to tell him to slow down, because he was afraid, he really was, but there was another part of him that needed this desperately.

He needed to be needed.

He needed to be owned.

And so he did nothing but close his eyes and bite his hand when insisting fingers pushed into him harshly. It hurt so bad..! He felt the possessive hands roam over his still, compliant body and he reveled in it. As if ashamed by it, he snuck a hand down between his legs and touched himself until he could stand the intense pain in his behind. The pain felt good, too, in a way, but the other kind of pleasure felt safer, more secure.

The sudden slap on his ass stung and he yelped.

“You don’t get to touch yourself if I’m not watching.” The soft voice whispered in his ear, and he felt his hardness twitch in response. Then he was dragged up by his hair and made to partly sit up before Lucius. He blushed furiously and tried to cover himself. Lucius caught his wrists in one fluid motion and smirked at him. “Oh, no.” He whispered. “You’re going to touch yourself. And I’m going to watch.”

Remus looked at him and tried to plead mercy with his eyes, but Lucius’ eyes were merciless. Instead he guided his mate’s hands lower again, and began the stroking motion for him before he let go. Before long Remus was tilting his head back while he was touching himself shamelessly. Lucius watched, cool and aloof but with burning eyes. He noted Remus parted, wet lips, the little droplets of sweat on his skin, the shallow breathing and he lowered his hand with a slow, terrible grin.

Remus’ eyes flew open when he felt the insisting fingers at his opening. This time, though, he pushed back and moaned as they slid further in. “Please, Lucius…” He begged and Lucius raised an eyebrow coolly. “Yes, Remus? Do you want something?” Remus’ lips trembled at the effort of holding back. “Anything you want… as long as it’s now!” He gasped forcefully and clenched around the fingers inside of him. He saw the dangerous glint in Lucius’ eyes and smiled coyly. He felt wonderfully shameless here. It was as if anything that happened in this moment wouldn’t reach the outside world. He didn’t protest when Lucius turned him around forcefully until he stood on his hands and knees on the bed. A hand on his neck forced his head down until the position was rather on head and knees. He felt utterly exposed and helpless, and a little bit of the old fear seeped through the lust filled haze.

“Lucius.” He only said his name, but Lucius caught every underlying fearful plead and bent down until their faces were level. “Remus.” He returned softly and caressed his back, then his face. Remus closed his eyes and pressed his lips to the pale hand on his face.

Then the tender moment was passed and the hunger clawed at Lucius once again. He positioned himself behind Remus and grabbed his hips hard enough to leave marks. The boy whimpered beneath him but he reveled in the feeling of power and the realization that he was about to claim his mate. Yesss…

Without warning, or so it felt, something huge and hard began to work its way inside of him. Remus sobbed and hugged a pillow tightly. The pain was excruciating, but it would get better, he knew it would… the pain was delicious. He spread his legs even wider in case it would make it easier. And then it was inside. Every inch. He hadn’t been aware of the fact that he had been holding his breath, but now he took in great gulps of air. He hadn’t been aware of the fact that he was pleading, either.

“Please, Lucius, please, please, please..! Ooooh! Please! Take me!” He whimpered desperately and writhed underneath the possessive veela. Who had been still for a shuddering moment. At Remus pleading he ground himself into his willing body and buried his nails in his skinny back. He raked his nails across the tender skin leaving bloody trails that he licked harshly. He released Remus’ head grabbed his hips with both hands, pounding into him even harder than before.

The poor werewolf screamed in pain and ecstasy. It was almost too much, but every time he thought so the feeling of union overwhelmed him and he pushed back against his tormentor. Suddenly, in one swift motion, he was pulled upright so that he was sitting in Lucius’ lap. He gasped at the sudden change of position inside of him, but leaned back obediently. The hand in his hair was back and held it in a firm grip.

“Who owns you?”

The softly whispered command had to be a rhetorical question, Remus decided. He was currently sitting on his lap, impaled, as if it was any question. He had a clever reply on his tongue but then he decided against it. His body ached horribly in a thousand places and he really wasn’t in a position to be smart.

“You.” He answered meekly and Lucius licked his neck approvingly. “Good boy.” He whispered and reached around to fondle him. Remus breath hitched again and he turned his face and kissed his cheek shyly. The simple gesture made the movements stop and Remus almost regretted the perhaps overly emotional move when he was pushed face first into the bed again, this time with a heavy weight on top of him.

After that he was fucked so hard he only ever remember coming, screaming and stuttering his lust into a pillow while the veela bit and clawed at the body beneath him. The last thing he remembered before actually passing out was a wonderfully naughty full feeling that made him blush through the intense sensations, and the violent growl above him.

And then he woke up.

He was clean. Even though his body ached he could see that some minor cuts and wounds had been cared for. He was lying in someone’s arms… he turned his head sleepily and gasped when the night before came rushing back. Lucius smiled possessively and tightened his hold around Remus’ waist. They were spooning.

On top of that, Remus felt something hard against his aching behind. He rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Not on your life.” He said firmly and snuggled closer, turning in the strong arms so that they were lying face to face. The stayed like that for awhile, both lost in their own thoughts. Then suddenly Remus smiled, cheeks red as ever and kissed Lucius on the mouth.

“I can’t believe I let you fuck me.” He laughed and hid his face in the nook of Lucius’ neck. Lucius smirked and held the giggling werewolf tighter. This was going to take some getting used to.

AN: Alright, the whole story was a cheap excuse for smut, but I bet you liked it. You didn’t have to read a million chapters before they did the deed. No run along and get some culture.

And for those of you who are very naughty, drop a review and there might be additional chapters…