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The note is short and to the point. It is intended to insult and anger, the words designed to harm in a way that will ensure this never happens again. Lucius is focused and prides himself on having the strength to resist the temptations of the flesh that distract most of his acquaintances from their ambitions and goals. The very idea of giving in to temptation angers him, scares him, and he knows something that must be done so that it never happens again.

He glances at the boy lying in bed, a sheet low on his hips, his pale skin marred with scratches and bites made during the night. The younger cousin of his new wife is too tempting, far too willing and eager to please while playing at being the mature seducer. There is a thrill at having him before any other, at knowing his cock was the first in his tight arse and that no other man has yet seen his handsome face twisted with pleasure as he comes and cries out with need.

That is the problem, of course. He has never had one so young before, not even when he was this age, and he’s unsure what to expect. The boy is barely sixteen, unpredictable yet possessing a quiet maturity that is intriguing, and so full of the smug confidence of youth that it is arousing even watching him sleep. There is a raw energy and arrogance to him that Lucius finds appealing in a way that he loathes.

He wants to take, wants to break the boy until all he knows is pleasing and obeying Lucius’ every wish. Yet he also wants the fight, the fire that burns in the boy’s pale gray eyes as he resists and takes and gives until they are caught in a maelstrom of desire and hate that threatens to burn them both. They both like getting too close to the flame, like the danger of being burned, and it will be the destruction of them both if they allow it.

Lucius knows the danger and he has resisted for years, from the moment he first noticed the gangly thirteen year-old who watched him in a manner that was startling and disconcerting. A child is easy to resist as Lucius’ tastes do not run to adolescent boys. He ignores the looks and marries the boy’s beautiful cousin, who makes the perfect wife for his political aspirations and is an enjoyable companion in all aspects of marriage. A sixteen year-old focused on seduction is not as irresistible as Lucius would imagine. Even now, he is uncertain why he gave in to the need to feel the boy beneath him but he knows it can never happen again.

The note is placed on the table beside the bed. Once he wakes, he will see it and he’ll feel used and discarded. He will know that nothing has happened beyond a good fuck and he’ll feel ashamed for having eagerly spread himself and begged for everything Lucius gave him. This will never happen again because the boy will never allow it.

Lucius is strong but he cannot trust himself to resist this boy evidently so he will force lust to become hate. Then there will be no danger of giving in to his desire for pale skin, full lips, long black hair that feels so very soft when wrapped around his fingers, and a firm arse that makes his cock throb just thinking of the tight heat. He is weak, he thinks in disgust, and he turns away from the boy with a flurry of his robes. He does not wish to be seen by any in the dingy inn so he Disapparates before he does something stupid once again.

After he is gone, the boy stirs. He blinks and stretches, grimacing at the pain he feels in his arse, fingertips tracing bruises and bites left on his pale skin. His body flushes as he remembers, and he knows this is something he won’t share with James, who would never understand. He is disappointed but not surprised to find his bed empty. It was obvious that Malfoy was there for one reason and that’s fine. There is no love or affection, just lust and desire that he’s felt since he was younger and had to explore.

There is time for a shower and a few concealing charms before he is due to lunch with his best friend. He rolls out of bed and wonders when he’ll meet Malfoy again. Instead of sating his desire, last night has simply made him want more and he knows he’s not the only one who felt that way. He smiles smugly as he remembers making his fair cousin’s cold husband melt in a way she’d never manage, not noticing the note that has fallen from the table and now lies beneath the edge of the bed.

Next time, Sirius decides, it will be Malfoy begging.

The End