Beneath You | Lucius/Sirius | PG
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sassyseahawk
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Lucius/Sirius
Rating: PG
Word Count: 150
PROMPT: "Bad Boy" - Cascada
be my bad boy, be my man
be my week-end lover, but don't be my friend
“Come by for a little cold comfort, Black?” Lucius drawls, leaning against the doorway.
“Shut up, Malfoy.” Sirius crosses his arms defiantly, and tries not to shift from foot to foot guiltily.
Lucius shrugs. “Just figured that since Lupin is still completely blind to the way you chase him around like a dog—“
Sirius flinches, briefly wonders if Snape has sold them out, but Lucius keeps going, unfazed, and Sirius decides it’s just a coincidence.
“—that maybe you’re fishing around for someone more befitting your status.” He looks down at his nails, holds them out in front of his face and examines them. “Honestly, Black. He’s beneath you.”
Sirius lunges at him, pins him down against the floorboards, one hand gripping both of Lucius’s wrists above his head.
“And now, so are you,” he growls.
“So I am,” Lucius agrees, and his mouth briefly twists into a sarcastic smile.
For:
sassyseahawkFandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Lucius/Sirius
Rating: PG
Word Count: 150
PROMPT: "Bad Boy" - Cascada
be my bad boy, be my man
be my week-end lover, but don't be my friend
“Come by for a little cold comfort, Black?” Lucius drawls, leaning against the doorway.
“Shut up, Malfoy.” Sirius crosses his arms defiantly, and tries not to shift from foot to foot guiltily.
Lucius shrugs. “Just figured that since Lupin is still completely blind to the way you chase him around like a dog—“
Sirius flinches, briefly wonders if Snape has sold them out, but Lucius keeps going, unfazed, and Sirius decides it’s just a coincidence.
“—that maybe you’re fishing around for someone more befitting your status.” He looks down at his nails, holds them out in front of his face and examines them. “Honestly, Black. He’s beneath you.”
Sirius lunges at him, pins him down against the floorboards, one hand gripping both of Lucius’s wrists above his head.
“And now, so are you,” he growls.
“So I am,” Lucius agrees, and his mouth briefly twists into a sarcastic smile.
