Dark Repercussions

When Sang Lys Got His Blond

A/N: I don't know what it is these last few days, I've seemed to have a bit of a bug for writing these oneshots for DR. I can't complain, it's fun after all. Anyway, this is FINALLY a oneshot featuring Harry/Lucius that I did promise and I hope you all like it!

Lucius Malfoy gave a tired sigh as he finished the remainder of his paper work. He loved his new position as the Minister of Magic and felt it an honour that the Dark Lord and assassin chose him to fulfil that role, but it was hard work and there was so much clean up needed. Fudge had left a hoard of mess when he had been removed from office and Scrimgeor hadn't been given the time to sort through it before they had seized the ministry so it was left to Lucius to sort through everything and legally put through everything the Dark had aspired to. There were many things that needed to be torn down and many people that needed to be removed, it was a long and tiring job, but slowly he was getting through everything and the ministry was flourishing.

The Dark Lord had been notably impressed with how quickly Lucius had managed to turn everything around and the blond assumed that Sang Lys was too, the crazy assassin hadn't been seen too much since the final take over choosing to focus on the running of the school rather than the ministry. The assassin would make himself known every now and then to play his little games before vanishing in to thin air, something that irked Lucius to no end. He longed to have another taste of the powerful, deadly, beautiful assassin that was so fond of messing with him, but it was impossible to tell what was going through Sang Lys' mind so he pushed it away, besides he was a happily married man with a son the same age as said assassin. Not that age mattered, Malfoys went for power and strength, something that Sang Lys had in buckets, but the thought was irrelevant. Lucius doubted he would see the assassin again until the meeting next week.

How wrong he was.

He floo'd home when he had handed his secretary his schedule for the morning and went straight up to his study, he threw his cloak to the elf and shut the door. It was then he noticed he wasn't alone.

"Good evening, Lucius," A cool voice drawled and Lucius shuddered. That voice, how could he not recognise that voice? It was like a siren call, perfectly harmonised and unique, and it could only belong to one; Sang Lys. Lucius turned to see the assassin sat behind his desk with his feet kicked casually on the desk looking like a king, he was spinning his mask on his pale, nimble fingers and he was gazing heavily at Lucius.

Everything about him exuded power and dominance and Lucius shuddered again, Sang Lys caught the shiver that licked his favourite elite member's spine and smirked. He had chosen to forgo his guise today as there was hardly a point now, he wore tight black jeans, tight black muscle t and his basilisk boots. His hair was ruffled and fell in a styled mess contrasting against his snowy skin, all in all he looked good and he knew it. Sang Lys had plans for the blond in front of him and he had no intentions of not seeing them through regardless of how Lucius felt about the situation.

"Master Sang Lys," Lucius greeted formally, "May I ask what you are here for?" Sang Lys slowly smiled, large and shark-like, Lucius was nervous and it was obvious to the assassin. Harry dropped his legs to the floor and got up with easy grace, he stalked around to Lucius with elegant, precise steps and began his familiar circling.

"Oh I think you know why I'm here, Luciusss," He hissed lowly and was pleased when Lucius' breathing caught.

"My wife…" He trailed off in to a moan when Harry bit his neck.

"Is irrelevant to me,"

"She is here," Lucius tried but it sounded weak, it didn't help that the assassin was pressed up behind him and had forcefully yanked his hair to have better access to his neck.