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xenoface your fic is done! not as smutty as i wanted to make it for you, but i'm considering writing another one, becuase you had to wait so long.

Title: Ron's Secret.
Pairing:Ron/Lucius
Rating: you should know by now i don't do ratings.
Summary: one of ron's meetings with his man.
Sam likes: happy faces, mangos, dogs, bruno, evilness, bloodplay.

keep in mind, i have no idea why you like bruno, so i made my own interpretation.


What made Ron different then the rest of his family?

He had a secret.

Well, everyone in his family had secrets. Mum was having an nervous breakdown, and used Firewhiskey to combat it. Dad tried to hide the fact that he was fascinated with ‘fixing’ muggle items from work. Bill did smoked pot, Charlie did too. Percy had a feather kink, though Ron didn’t want to remember how he learned that. The twins practiced a little thing called twincest, and Ginny dreamed about Tom. But none of those things were as bad as Ron’s secret.

During the last summer, he couldn’t be found all the time. Everyone brushed it off, they figured he was out in a wood somewhere, ignoring the fact he would never go in a wood. It had spiders.

He had a unobtrusive happy face bouncy ball on a bookshelf in his room. When picked up, it transferred him to the place his father most hated.

The Malfoy Manor.

More specifically, Lucius’s wing of the Malfoy Manor. But today was odd. Usually there would be black and purple silk out, and floating yellow wax candles in tarnished silver holders. The table would hold a bowl of sliced mango bits, and a sterilized knife. And possibly acoustic guitar music would be softly playing in the background.

But the room was sleek and white today, candles nowhere in sight, same with the knife. And the only mangos were still whole.

Though it wasn’t safe, he left the room, and went to look for Lucius. When the sexy blonde wasn’t found in any of the rooms in his wing, most of which Ron’s skin knew quite intimately, he wandered out into the garden. He tried to spot his lover, but just as he might have spotted a white-blonde ponytail amongst the high hedges, a dog came bounding out to him. He was snarling, and looked like a flesh eating version of Sirius. And Ron was sure he looked like a warm slab to the dog. The dog had latched itself onto his freckled arm, and Ron was sure it was just seconds before it went for the throat.

“Bruno! Heel!”

The dog stopped, and Ron looked up to see who had just saved his live from the Evil Dog of Evilness and Evilosity.

His blonde saviour walked over, and pulled him up by his bad arm, causing a grunt of pain. He raised the wound to his face, and sucked up the blood. When he had thoroughly drawn blood from the torn skin, he lifted his face, and kissed Ron on the open mouth with such ferocity, it made Ron quiver with delight. Lucius was erotic, he was sexy, he was simply the definition of sex.

“The only thing better then blood is mangos.” Lucius said. Ron reached out, and wiped a smear of crimson off his lover’s cheek.

“If you follow me, I can provide a lot more of both.” Ron said, with a provocative raising of an eyebrow.

“Sound good, pet.”