Fic: The Ball. [Remus/Lucius 18+]

TITLE: The Ball.
BY: Starkiller.
RATING: 18+
BETA: Rian 219
PAIRING: Lucius/Remus.
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own then, don’t pretend to own them, they remain the sole property of their respective copyright holders.
NOTES: Written for the Cookie Jar. PWP Lucius/Remus.
SUMMARY: The Seventh Year leaving ball leads to some interesting encounters.



Remus Lupin enjoyed his job. He liked working at Hogwarts, teaching Defence Against the Dark Arts, and watching young Harry grow and learn. It was like being close to his own son, if he’d had one. Harry was eager to please, good at his Defence work, and Remus was proud of him. Life, it seemed, was beginning to take a turn for the better.

When Professor Dumbledore announced to the staff that the annual seventh year ball would be held that spring, the other professors all sighed heavily. They knew what that meant – chaperone duty. As the headmaster had smiled benevolently and promised them all a jolly good time and the chance to bid farewell to that year’s final students in a more relaxed setting, the staff had collectively rolled their eyes. What it really meant would be an evening chasing after students, making sure that no untoward behaviour occurred, ensuring that no one spiked the punch with alcohol, making sure that no girls ended up in situations that would result in pregnancy. It would not be, as the headmaster said, a joyous occasion. It would be, for the staff, hell.

Remus smiled as he looked at the disconsolate faces of his fellow professors. He remembered his own Seventh Year ball quite clearly and knew that they had reason to be displeased. If things were even remotely similar to the way they’d been when Remus was at school, all manner of clandestine things would go on. The idea amused him, though he knew on the night he had to perform the role of the stern professor, the chaperone. As Professor Dumbledore explained the timetable for the evening, Remus drifted into happy memories of his own school days and only roused himself when the scraping of chairs against the stone floor indicated the staff meeting was over.

*

The music was loud, and Remus quietly left the Great Hall in search of fresh air and quiet. The students were, by and large, well behaved, and he decided that a few moments of absence from the ball wouldn’t cause him too much trouble. As he walked along the darkened corridors, heading towards the courtyard, he smiled to himself as the strains of music wafted to him. He was about to enter the courtyard when he collided with someone. “Oh, excuse me,” he began and then stopped, frowning. “Lucius.”

Lucius Malfoy regarded Remus with a thinly veiled sneer of contempt. “Lupin. I see you have eschewed your duties for the evening. Perhaps sneaking off to entertain your paramour, the escapee, Sirius Black?”

Remus snorted. “I hardly think so, Malfoy. He’s an escaped convict, and no friend of mine.” He hid the pang at those words; after all, revealing weakness to Lucius Malfoy of all people was not something Remus ever intended to do as long as he lived. “And why are you here? Shouldn’t you be out and about preaching the wonders of the Death Eaters?”

Lucius laughed, a soft sound, and a shiver ran up Remus’ spine. “I am on the school board, in case you had forgotten. I come and go as I please.”

What on earth was the matter with him? Remus found himself transfixed by that soft, cultured voice, the smirk, the silvery eyes. This was Lucius Malfoy, the man who stood for all that Remus hated. He should not be finding him so fascinating, should not be so…well.

Lucius tilted his head. “What? No witty comeback? No devastatingly brilliant rejoinder? I’m disappointed, Lupin. Cat got your tongue, perhaps?”

Remus glared at him. “No, Malfoy, nothing of the sort. I was just thinking that as I’d come out for a breath of fresh air, having it polluted by you was not what I wanted.” Not the best comeback, but then, Remus was finding himself inexplicably distracted. By Lucius bloody Malfoy! All right, yes, it had been a while, and yes, he did miss Sirius an awful lot, but still, Remus had scruples. Even though it seemed those scruples were currently ignoring him in favour of his libido.

Lucius quirked an eyebrow. Something was happening here, something he didn’t quite understand, but he knew how to read people and he could tell Lupin was battling with himself. The man wanted him, and Lucius…well, he was hardly opposed to satisfying sex. And besides, he was curious. He took a step closer, now so close as to be almost pressed against Lupin, and purred, “Perhaps, Lupin, you are not accustomed to perfumed air, sweet and decadent.”

Remus swallowed, and tried, desperately, to make himself move, to step away. But those eyes, those silvery eyes, were drawing him in, and with a sound like a despairing growl, he lunged. He grabbed the lapels of Lucius’ expensive coat, pulled the other man flush against him and kissed him. Hard.

For a moment, there was no response, and then Lucius was kissing back, just as hard. Arms wound around Remus’ waist, pulling him closer, hands sliding down to cup and knead arse cheeks through shabby robes. Remus groaned into the kiss as he felt Lucius’ hands on him, and could not stop himself from bucking against the blond, hardness rubbing against hardness. So, Lucius wanted him too. So much the better.

The kiss ended, and Remus was panting. “This isn’t about anything other than sex, Malfoy,” he gasped out. “I don’t owe you anything; you don’t owe me anything. Understand?”

“Of course,” was the silky reply. “We are both adults, Lupin. We all have needs. And you,” a hand slid between them to cup Remus’ hard cock through his clothes, “clearly need this. I’m happy to oblige.”

“I’m so glad,” was the growled reply and Remus ducked his head to nibble Lucius’ neck. As the blond’s head fell back, silently encouraging the other man to continue his ministrations, Remus panted against damp skin, “And I’m not the only one who needs this, I believe.”

“Perhaps not,” admitted Lucius, pulling away for a moment. “But one believes that this should not occur in the middle of the courtyard, hm?”

Oh. Right. Remus blinked and realised that their current location could easily lead to discovery by the students, or worse, the professors. He nodded agreement, even as he looked around them. Finesse was not really required, after all, he didn’t need a soft bed and warm blankets, although that would be nice. But the idea of a rough, hard fuck with Lucius Malfoy against a wall was eating at his brain and he dragged the other man with him to the darkened alcoves that lined the courtyard.

The alcove he led the blond to was as dark as midnight, but there were faint cracks of light that illuminated it just enough so that there were faint shadows. That was fine by Remus – he didn’t think he could really cope with any post coital realisations that he had just had sex with Lucius Malfoy. In the dark, this dirty, rough stone alcove was perfect.

Fingers on clothing, deftly unfastening clasps and shoving fabric aside, hot breath on heated skin, soft moans and cries, and gods, Lucius’ skin was so soft. His fingers on Remus’ body, lightly tracing scars made him shiver, his cock leap with increased arousal. By the time he’d wrapped his hand around Lucius’ cock, Remus was practically whimpering with need. And he wasn’t the only one.

There was no kissing now, just animal desire, as fingers and hands caressed and stroked. Soft sounds of pleasure filled the alcove as the two men pressed hard against each other, stroking each other’s cocks, and as Lucius’ fingers dipped delicately between the cheeks of Remus’ buttocks and stroked heated skin, Remus thought he might explode from the pleasure of it.

“Turn around,” Lucius murmured, his voice rough with arousal.

Remus complied, bracing his hands against the wall and pushing his arse back against Lucius, feeling that thick, hard cock pressed against him. He almost mewled with desperation as fingers spread his buttocks, thumbs running up and down the crevasse, and then he heard the quiet murmur as Lucius cast the lubrication charm and nudged his cock against Remus’ arse.

“Hold still for a moment,” Lucius ordered, voice shaking, and Remus smirked slightly. The other man was clearly not in control of himself as much as he would like Remus to believe. Biting his lower lip, casting a quick look over his shoulder at the shadowed form of Lucius, Remus managed to keep still.

A moment and then that hard cock was pushing into him, stretching and filling him. Remus couldn’t hold back the cry of pleasure as Lucius pushed inside him, buried himself to the hilt. “Gods! Lucius, please, for the love of Merlin, just fuck me already!”

Lucius said nothing – but he did start to thrust inside Remus’ body, one hand holding firmly to a scarred hip, the other reaching around to stroke Remus’ own cock in time to the thrusts. The blond’s breath was hissing between his teeth, his hair streaming down his shoulders and over his chest and back. He leaned forward as he fucked the professor and nibbled on the pale, scarred skin of Remus’ back. It was exquisite pleasure, fucking Remus Lupin like this, and Lucius was enjoying himself immensely. He was no stranger to sex – of all kinds – but there was just something wonderfully primeval and animalistic about this rough, fast sex against a dirty wall in the dark. He grunted with each deep thrust, feeling his arousal rising, feeling Remus’ arousal rising.

Lucius’ hand on his cock was warm and soft and stroking him oh-so-firmly, just the way Remus liked it. He couldn’t stop the moans and whimpers of pleasure as Lucius touched him, as Lucius fucked him. He could hear small sounds coming from the other man, could feel him start to speed up his thrusts, and knew he was close. Remus knew he was close as well, it would only take a few more thrusts and a few more strokes of his cock and he’d be splashing the wall with come. The sounds Lucius was making, the pleasure of his cock rubbing relentlessly again and again over Remus’ prostate, his hand on Remus’ cock, thumb running over the head, and Remus threw back his head, and bit down hard on his lower lip to keep from screaming as he came.

Muscles clenching around his cock and Lupin so lost to his pleasure were Lucius’ undoing. With a loud moan he shoved hard once more inside Remus’ body, and came, shooting thick hot spurts of come deep inside him. He half collapsed against the sweat damp back of the professor, panting, as he regained control of himself and slowly pulled out.

There was silence as the two men dressed, cast cleaning charms and stepped from the alcove after making sure that the courtyard was deserted. Silently, they walked to the archway that led back to the corridors, and stopped.

“So,” began Remus, wondering what to say.

“Indeed,” replied Lucius.

“Well. I should return,” Remus waved vaguely in the direction of the Great Hall.

“You should.”

“Right, then.” He took a step away and paused. “Goodnight, Lucius.”

From the archway there was silence and Remus sighed, deciding that discretion was the better part of valour and he should just go. And then, softly, came the reply.

“Goodnight, Remus.”