The King and I
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the familiar characters, however much I wish I did.
Summary: AU. Slash. Mpreg. LM/SB. King Lucius and Queen Narcissa are said to have a perfect marriage, until of course, the King's passionate affair comes to light in the form of a child.
Warnings: See summary. Don't like? Don't read.
For the duration of this story, Lucius is ten years older than Sirius and Co. instead of the usual six.
This chapter is going to be a mix of thoughts and daydreams. They will be in Italics and you should be able to tell the thoughts from the daydreams
Chapter 1: Thoughts
It was bliss. Absolute bliss. The skin on skin contact, the feeling of being completely filled, the long, silky blond hair brushing against his sweaty skin. The lustful moaning, the whispered promises of being together forever, no matter what. Relaxation after love making, cuddling in the candlelight, quiet talking of life and love.
That's how it should still be.
Thirty year old Sirius Black stood in only a loose pair of black trousers in front of his full length mirror. He stood side on as he surveyed his unusually chubby figure, and the stomach that he didn't usually have. He used to have barely an ounce of fat on his once lean frame, but that was before he had gotten pregnant.
Pregnant by the King.
How many men could say that?
Though nobody was supposed to know that he had been sleeping with Lucius Malfoy, their relationship had been a secret for twelve years now, or nearly twelve years. The last eight months did not count because he had not seen the father of his child. All he had seen of the blond royal were newspaper and magazine articles, and monthly deposits into his Gringotts vault to keep himself and the baby fed and sheltered.
Sirius's own friends didn't even know who the father of his one-month-old son was, not that it mattered, they probably wouldn't believe him. Who would? Anyway, for all they knew, the King was blissfully married to a beautiful woman. That particular woman, however, happened to be Sirius's older cousin, Narcissa. He had been wanting to tell them since the start of the affair, but he couldn't be sure that they would stay quiet or not.
If it ever got out, there would be a huge scandal – it would show that the King was gay and unfaithful, that his lover was the Queen's younger cousin, and that the only heir to the throne was an illegitimate love child.
Though at the moment Sirius didn't care about any of this. All he cared about was looking after his baby son and waiting for the baby's father to turn up.
But it didn't seem like that was going to happen anytime soon, Sirius hadn't had a single letter or a reply to his own, floo chats or visits from the King in months. Not since he had told the man that he was pregnant.
Sirius sighed and went to put a shirt on, he had to stop all this thinking and staring at his changed body, it was starting to depress him a bit.
"You know perfectly well what would happen if anyone found out about this," purred Lucius into his younger lover's ear before he went back to kissing the lightly tanned neck beneath him.
Sirius arched his back a little bit and ran his fingers through the blond's long hair, "Don't care…Mm…"
Lucius nipped his way up Sirius's neck and to his lips, "I know you don't, but I do. I don't want to drag you down with me if we're caught."
Sirius pressed a kiss to the tip of the blond's nose and smiled, "I am twenty eight, Lucius, I am perfectly capable of looking after myself," he found one of Lucius's hands under the bedclothes and brought the tips of the long fingers to his lips. "Anyway, it might be quite exciting to be part of a royal scandal."
Lucius removed his hand from the dark haired man's and slumped onto his back next to his fellow adulterer, "I was afraid you'd say that."
"Aw, live a little, your highness. It might never happen."
Lucius raised an elegant eyebrow, "I am incapable of living a little, you know that…and stop calling me that."
Sirius got to his knees and crawled over Lucius until he was straddling the blond's lithe body, "I know you love me," he teased.
Lucius snorted, "Hardly."
The younger man lowered his head to the juncture of Lucius's shoulder and neck where he bit down lightly on the pale skin, causing a whimper to escape the King's throat. He knew that was Lucius's most sensitive spot, other than his manhood of course, "Not so tough now, are we?"
Lucius grunted, "Fuck you, Black."
Sirius dearly missed those long private nights when he and Lucius relentlessly teased each other, talked, made love and teased some more. He needed to find the blond King and talk to him. He still didn't entirely understand why Lucius hadn't been around for the duration of his pregnancy and the birth of their son, sure it was getting a little obvious that the King had been up to something scandalous but nobody knew what it was. He was almost certain that no one would have suspected that the King was having an affair with his wife's cousin.
Unless, of course, Narcissa had realised what her husband had been up to the past twelve years. He wouldn't put it passed her to hold it over Lucius's head, to keep them apart. She could easily blackmail the blond, mainly because he refused to damage his public image anymore than it had been already with his major interest in the Dark Arts.
A cry rang out through the luxurious apartment and snapped Sirius right out of his thoughts; it seemed his as-yet-to-be-named son had just awoken from his afternoon nap.
Sirius sighed and went to his son's nursery, running a hand through his dishevelled short, dark hair. "Hey sweetie, what's the matter?" he picked the crying baby up out of the crib and tried to calm him down.
As he went about trying to calm his son down and checking the little boy's diaper, Sirius decided he would go about getting Lucius's attention very soon. Perhaps when he had shed his baby weight.
A/N: That was a very short first chapter I know, but bear with me. I'm also trying to give Sirius a bit of a vain streak, with his weight gain situation and all
Next Chapter: Remus and James make appearances, Sirius sheds pounds and tries to get the King's attention at a public function.