Graffiti

Now that he was finally facing this man who until today, he had not even believed existed, he found himself grudgingly admiring the man's style. From his scurvy crew and cadaverous boat, he did not expect the charming elegant man in front of him. He was dressed in velvet, as Lucius was himself, but in a fashion favoured in the 17th Century, frock coat, frogging and gold buttons. Red suited him, and the handsome devil knows it, thought Lucius. It was a bit too ostentatious for his own personal tastes, which leaned so far towards black it often fell over, but he appreciated a man who could wear scarlet and get away with it.

Thinking carefully and quickly, removed his left glove and held his hand out for Hook to shake. There was a slight raised eyebrow from the pirate, and he shook Lucius's hand. A very firm grip, he noted, and he gave as good as he got. They were practically the same height, only Hooks thinness and ringlets make him look slightly taller.

"Lucius Malfoy," oiled Lucius, smiling his lop sided urbane smile. "It's a very great pleasure." He shrugged off his cloak, and the Irish sailor caught it before it hit the floor. He held his hand out for Lucius's cane, but Lucius ignored him utterly. Hook was watching him, like an Eagle surveys the savannah, under his brows, and Lucius could see his eyes were bluer than forget-me-knots and inexpressibly tragic. 

"Thank you Smee," he said to the sailor "You may leave us"

The fat fool flustered out. Hook smiled at Lucius and Lucius had a vision of perfect white teeth, he smiled with his lips wide open and teeth together, like a dog baring it's teeth. Hook gestured to a chair, and Lucius saw his right hand, a long black cuff draped from the end of his sleeve, and beneath it, shining silver, the legendary hook. Curved and sinuous it emerged from his wrist. 

"Please, sit, and we can conclude this matter. After which , perhaps you would like to join me in a light meal?" After years of serving Voldemort, Lucius had long learned enough to know when a question was actually a command, and said that he would be delighted.

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Their business concluded, Lucius put the item into his pocket. "I assure you, he said, "the Dark Lord will be most grateful for your co-operation."

"I carest not a whit what your Dark Lord thinks," said Hook scathingly. "However I have a certain sympathy for him, we are both bested by children, mayhap it might be that your Lord can help me after I have helped him."

They had eaten, and they both held huge crystal goblets of fine brandy. Hook loved to talk, and he spoke of Never-Land and the Indian Wars, returning again and again to Pan like an obsession, like a scab he couldn’t leave alone, thought Lucius. He'd seen Voldemort obsess for years over Potter, and he recognised the signs…

Unusually quiet, he sat and watched Hook and thought about his fearsome reputation, how he had killed a man for simply bumping into him and ruffling his lace, how he had marooned an entire crew on an island to be eaten by crabs.

I like him…he thought. He's my kind of violent bastard.

His eyes, they are the same colour. The same name and the same colour eyes… but he is in his grave and oh the difference to me…He tore his gaze away from the blue fires and instead studied the magnificent shining hook.

Hook saw his look, and brought his right arm round to rest the hook an inch from Malfoy's face. "This interests you?" he said, in calm, cut glass, public schoolboy tones.

"Very much," said Lucius. "I admire Muggle artistry, especially when wrought in metal, may I?" and with raised hands sought permission to touch the dread implement. Both men stood and Lucius moved to stand in front of the pirate. He held the hook in his hand at last and moved his fingers lightly over it, realising that it was not rounded, as he had imagined, but actually flattened, like the edge of a sword, and razor sharp. "This isn't steel." he said knowledgeably.

"No," said Hook softly, "it's platinum."

"Exquisite," breathed Lucius, whose magpie-like desire for white metal was well known. He suddenly realised how close he had got to the pirate, and backed away apologising.

"Pray don't apologise," Hook said, with utter charm. He raised the hook and teased away a strand of white blond hair from Lucius's plait. "Did'st anyone ever tell you, Malfoy you have the hypnotic stare of a cobra?" 

They had, often, but Lucius felt he knew where this was leading and didn't want to break the mood, Hook ran the blade, on its flat side, down Lucius's face. Lucius longed to close his eyes because the mixture of pure danger and anticipation he was experiencing was heavenly, but he knew he must not break the gaze between them. Do not lose face. After years of having to kow-tow to Voldemort, this was beyond exciting. 

All he could say in response to the virile bastard was "Lucius, call me Lucius." Now he was so close he could smell sandalwood and gunpowder, an intoxicating and very sexy mixture. He longed to reach out and knot his fingers in those beautiful black curls, but like facing a Nundu, it wasn’t wise to make any sudden movements, not yet..

Hook decided matters for him, as his left hand moved sinuously up and grasped Lucius at the back of his head, strongly, but not violently, as if he too were testing the water, he pulled Lucius towards him, keeping the eye contact and then kissed him, chastely, lips closed, pressing his mouth to his. He had a slight five-o clock shadow and the bristles bit into Lucius's chin in a rather pleasant way.

Lucius decided to risk it and opened his own mouth just a fraction, and allowed his tongue to gently touch the other man's lips, and move softly side to side and up and down, as if searching for a key. It worked and Hook's mouth opened slowly and Lucius took possession. He encompassed Hook's lips entirely and invaded with his tongue, finding the other man's strangely dormant. He scooped it up with his own, and curled around it, then explored every crevice of the warm moistness, running it, over the ridiculously straight teeth. There was a faint taste of tobacco, but not offensively so. 

Hook made the smallest of noises, in his throat, and Lucius pulled away.

"Don't desert me, bully," Hook whispered, and pressed Lucius to him again. This time Hook's mouth was alive, active, his tongue probing, exploring, copying Lucius's own.. Lucius suddenly realised something with a flash of insight. Hook had never kissed a man before…Well he wasn’t going to mention it. He'd lost sight of where that hook was. 

Finally obeying his first instinct, he tangled his fingers into the thick ringlets, dark and heavy and pulled him closer still

Then he pulled away again, gently and put his hand to the man's lips, distorting them and pushing two fingers past his teeth, letting Hook's tongue dance on his fingers. The Pirate's eyes were closed. In a flash of inspiration Lucius whipped the scarf from his hair, and tied it round the other man's eyes. Hook grunted.

"Lucius?" he sounded doubtful.

"It's just an experiment…James…" the name was forced out, he found it hard to say, but damn it, he couldn’t call him Hook and his real name was a secret to the world…"If you are uncomfortable…"

"No, hammer and tongs, get on with whatever, kiss me again.." his dark black voice was huskier now.

"Not right now… concentrate." Hook's breathing was erratic, and Lucius could see a twitch in his cheek. He walked behind Hook and took his coat off, then returned to the front and untied his lace cravat. Hook was motionless. Lucius undid three black pearl buttons on Hook's shirt and slid a hand to feel the skin beneath. Hook flinched as if Lucius's hands had been a red hot poker. He undid the remainder of the buttons and put his arms inside the shirt and ran his hands over Hook's back. Hook's mouth opened and Lucius kissed him again. Then he pushed the satin shirt off and let it drop to the floor. Hook's hand reached for him but Lucius gently pushed it away. "Wait," he said firmly. He started to kiss Hook's shoulders and neck, moving the thick heavy ringlets out of his way. Then he moved down, tracing the collar bone with his tongue and put his mouth over of one the red nipples which were very erect. Hook's left hand grasped Lucius's hair and groaned deeply. 

"Never," he muttered…

"I know," said Lucius, "Leave it to me…" and dropped to his knees. He undid the huge brass buckle on the breeches. A large bulge was evident under the leather, and as Lucius undid the buttons, Hook's cock sprang out, huge red and engorged, nothing restraining it. 

"What mischief do you do to me, Lucius? My loins are on fire, but…this is unnatural. You have enchanted me, dark wizard." Lucius said nothing, smiling at the archaic language the old devil used. 

"Shut up," he growled, risking life and limb. Quickly before Hook could say another word, he covered the cock with his mouth. Hook reeled, and his one hand found Lucius's head and held on. The hook flew sideways for balance and he lent against a ship's beam.

"Odds bobs, fire and brimstone" Hook whispered sotto-voce, to himself. Lucius was running his tongue from root to tip, and Hook appeared to have stopped breathing, so gentle was the teasing. Then Lucius took it back into his mouth wholly and mouthed it, up and down, letting his tongue taste the salty taste. Salty from the water he obviously washed with and salty from the pre-cum on the head.
Hook was groaning loudly now, and thrusting gently into Lucius's mouth. Careful to cage his teeth, he sped up briefly and fiercely cupped the man's balls, huge and heavy, in his hand. He felt them contract suddenly and Hook cried out, a wordless cry. The pirate shot into his mouth, hot and thick and he swallowed. He kept the cock in his mouth until Hook had stopped thrusting, and became still. Then he sucked very gently, letting it shrink, and stood up.