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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Lucius_Malfoy/Severus_Snape
  Character:
      Lucius_Malfoy, Severus_Snape
  Additional Tags:
      Consent_Issues, Dom/sub
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-08-28 Words: 11804
****** Master of None ******
by literaryspell
Summary
     Lucius Malfoy approaches a young Severus Snape, offering his
     friendship and much more. “Every man has a master; few get to choose
     theirs.”
Lucius had, of course, noticed Severus Snape before. As Head Boy, he made it
his mission to keep tabs on all his little Slytherins. But the first year was a
tricky one to keep track of; he was very sullen and kept to himself, not
allowing the other students to get close to him either physically or
emotionally.
Severus Snape knew how to keep people out.
Fortunately for Lucius, he had no regard for the walls other people put up, and
so he decided that before he graduated, he would make sure little Severus knew
how to take care of himself. He couldn't say where this desire came from, only
that he saw a bit of himself in the young prodigy, and wanted to bestow upon
him the gift of his experience.
Though, based on Severus' severe retaliations on the group of Gryffindors that
continually vexed and hexed him, Lucius wasn't certain his interference was
necessary. But again, that never stopped him.
Lucius first approached Severus some time after the Christmas holidays, when
the students were getting back into the routine of school and homework. Severus
was sitting in the library at a long table in the back, hidden from the sight
of people just passing by, but not hidden from Lucius on a mission.
He watched the younger boy organize his books, folders and parchments in front
of him. Severus seemed to like things just so. He was reading something quite
intently and Lucius took a moment from his vantage point to watch him.
His long black hair was greasy and constantly getting in his eyes. He would
harshly push his hair behind his ears, as if he couldn't stand it and hated
touching it. His brows were furrowed, as they always seemed to be when he was
concentrating. His nose was large and seemed out of place on an otherwise
delicate face. His lips… Lucius broke off his train of thought there. No sense
in thinking of things like that, he admonished himself. The boy was not even a
teenager yet.
Severus' sure quill flew across the page as his long finger underlined exactly
what he was copying, and he was scribbling madly in a script that Lucius was
sure must be code, as there was no way anyone could read it.
Lucius cautiously approached.
"What are you working on?" he asked congenially, proud that his voice was
confident and even kind. It would not do to scare the boy off with a superior
demeanour, though certainly his reputation, as always, preceded him.
"Nothing. What do you want?" Severus' response was surly at best and hostile at
worst, and Lucius grinned inwardly. A challenge.
"Just checking up on my little snakes, of course." Lucius had the condescending
habit of referring to the Slytherins in his charge as his "little snakes". Most
did not mind.
Severus did.
"I'm fine, though I find it exceedingly difficult to work when being talked
at." Severus fairly snarled these words; his silky, veiled insults would not be
perfected until much later in his life.
Lucius laughed out loud, a genuine laugh that was quite unlike his usual
sardonic chuckle. This little snake is coiled as tightly as a spring, he
thought. Time to gain his trust. Lucius sat down across from Severus and looked
him in the eye. Severus bravely held his gaze for as long as he could, but had
to break away, his hands growing sweaty and he cursed himself for not keeping
eye contact. Something about this older man disturbed him; it was as though
Lucius knew all his secrets.
"Look, Severus," he paused here so Severus would take note of his casual use of
his first name. "I want us to be friends. I know you don't have many—" and of
course Lucius meant any "—and I want to remedy that."
Severus looked suspiciously at Lucius, using a usually unerring gaze to discern
if he was lying or trying to trick him. The Slytherins usually left him to his
own devices; only the other houses openly mocked him. But he had heard things
about Lucius, things that made him wonder if it was wise to accept such an
offering. But Severus was really lonely, and Lucius was so popular….
"Okay…" he allowed, suspicion evident in his voice.
"Great! What's your last class today?" Lucius was pleased that Severus was at
least willing to try to accept his friendship. Even if he wasn't entirely
certain of his own motives, Lucius wanted this boy as a friend, despite the age
difference, and knew there was something special about him. Severus told him
his final class was Potions, and Lucius told him he'd be waiting outside the
room for him.
And he was.
And he did, for nearly every final class, every day, until Lucius graduated.
Severus was devastated that his only friend was leaving, and that he would most
likely never see him again. Hogwarts graduates did not socialize with lowly
second years, of course; it was unseemly and just silly. Severus attended
Lucius' graduation ceremony, but stood far enough back that he was not seen.
After all, all the chairs meant for friends and family were occupied, as Lucius
was still the most popular boy in school, despite his strange affinity for the
young Snape. Most saw Lucius as his mentor, but Lucius himself knew
differently.
The more he saw of his young acolyte, the more Lucius realized he wanted him as
more than a friend. As a wizard, his sexuality tended to be… lenient, but it
would be unacceptable, not to mention illegal, for him to pursue something with
someone so young. But when he and Severus were alone, in the library or in
Lucius' own private rooms, Severus did not seem young. He had been through a
lot in his life, more than even Lucius, and he had a way of looking at the
world that was both positively morbid and somehow naïve.
Lucius also learned something else about himself during his time with Severus.
He wanted to control the younger boy, to mould him in his own image. When he
had romantic or sexual thoughts about Severus, it was about grabbing his hair
and pulling his body tightly against his own, bending him backwards and forcing
his tongue into his mouth. He thought about pinning the smaller boy down and
ripping his clothes. He wanted Severus to fight him, and he wanted to bind him
to his bed and tear his clothing. He wanted to hurt him in a way that would
make Severus beg for more. Lucius was not ashamed of his thoughts, but he was
unnerved by them. He actually cared for Severus and didn't want to damage him,
so he kept a safe distance from the boy, physically; though he breathed
Severus' scent in deeply if they had to be near one another, and if they were
roughhousing, Lucius made sure to touch as much of the younger boy as possible
without pushing boundaries.
It was one such incident that changed Severus' perspective on Lucius forever.
Lucius took particular delight in tormenting the younger boy about his
intelligence, which was beyond reproach, but Severus did not know that. And
since it was the only thing the younger boy seemed to be proud of, Lucius
teased him about it, challenging him and correcting him mercilessly until
Severus would attack him.
One afternoon in Lucius' room, he was indulging in his favourite hobby, and
Severus lunged at him, trying to pin him back on the bed so he could pummel
him; he was so enraged from Lucius' teasing, he did not care if he hurt the
older boy, or even if he lost him as a friend. He straddled Lucius and swung
wildly, arms flailing, shouting vitriol and nearly losing his grip on his
tears. Lucius let him get a few swats in before grabbing his wrists in a
vicelike grip and flipping the slight boy onto his back on the bed. Lucius used
all his weight to bear down on him, and told him in a soft voice that he was
only kidding. He gently told Severus that he knew he was brilliant, that he was
smarter than anyone Lucius had ever met (except himself, of course, he said
with a wry grin).
"Then why do you torment me like that? You must really hate me!" Lucius could
see the younger boy was confused and he himself was becoming very uncertain of
his precarious hold on his desire for the very young boy wriggling beneath him.
"Severus… I don't hate you. Not at all." He couldn't resist pressing his
arousal against the younger boy's body for just a moment before jumping off him
and straightening his clothes.
"Now, get cleaned up and we'll head to the library. I could use your help with
my Potions essay."
Though Severus may not have been the most self-aware or socially conscious
creature, but he knew a hard-on when he felt it, and suddenly he knew Lucius
liked him like that. Severus wondered what to do with the information, but
instead of planning on using it against him, Severus only filed it away for
later. Severus was just happy someone wanted him, even if it was a boy.
Severus needn't have worried about Lucius abandoning him after his graduation;
he Owled the younger boy weekly and invited him for dinner at Malfoy Manor on
regular occasions. Abraxas Malfoy did not approve of their friendship,
ostensibly because Severus had nothing to offer his son in return; but just
this once, Lucius held his ground, and he and Severus remained friends. No
other untoward incidents happened as Severus grew older, and he began to think
that one moment while wrestling had been a fluke, or maybe he'd been mistaken.
But Lucius knew this to be untrue. Every day he struggled against his feelings
for the younger man, and even sought out the company of women to convince
himself he still enjoyed it. That was how Narcissa Black came into the picture.
They had dated off and on during their time at school, but now it seemed a
marriage was imminent between them. Lucius knew he could delay but not prevent
the inevitable, and decided to speak to her. He told her that he would not mind
marrying her for the sake of their families, but he did not love her and would
only be intimate with her for the sole purpose of procreation. Narcissa was
somewhat insulted by his crude proclamation, but she was also relieved. She'd
never been a sexual person and would be happy to retain her old life with only
the appearance of a happy marriage to appease their families and society.
And so the wedding happened. Severus was not invited, but Lucius sent him
wizarding photos after the fact, and told him all about it. Severus could not
account for the feeling of dread and jealousy that embroiled itself in his gut;
he did not understand the depth of his feelings for Lucius. He enjoyed Lucius'
company and liked that Lucius really seemed to understand him, even when he was
snarky and short with him, even when his letters were vicious and rude. And
they often were. But Severus was placated by the fact that Lucius looked so
very stern in his wedding photos, and when he had to smile, Severus knew it was
his "public smile", and not the smile Severus found himself on the receiving
end of whenever the boys were alone. Which was less and less these days, to be
sure; but by the time Severus was in his sixth year, things began to change.
Lucius' letters came fewer and farther between, but his words became more
passionate, bordering on romantic. He spoke of when he and Severus could be
free with their friendship, when Severus was out of school and they could
travel the world if they so desired.
At first, Severus had been confused by the chameleon nature of Lucius' letters,
and even accused him of having someone else write them, thinking that Lucius
was pawning him off on an unsuspecting house elf. However, Severus desperately
hated being needy, so as much as he wanted to believe the content of the
letters, he never answered them.
But things were changing for Severus, too. He knew he wanted Lucius in the way
that a man should want a woman. He had been confused and angry when he'd
realized this, thinking that this was just one more thing about him that was
different, wrong. He was scared about what would happen if people found out. He
didn't relish being assaulted because of another thing he couldn't change.
But he knew Lucius would understand, if the nature of his letters were any
indication. Lucius had experience and Severus respected that. He tried to be
sneaky, and asked the older boy if there was something wrong with a man liking
another man, and Lucius eased his misgivings by telling him there was nothing
wrong with that; love was a beautiful thing, and sex was natural, and the
partner did not matter as long as there was mutual regard. Lucius then asked if
there was someone for whom Severus had such a regard.
Severus said no. Lucius knew he meant yes.
Severus wasn't sure if he could accept Lucius' words, his naturally sceptical
personality making him doubt the other man despite their friendship. Severus
began to pull away, just a little; Lucius was moving too quickly and not giving
him time to adjust.
And just around the time Lucius began to sign his letters, "Love, L.M.", Lucius
told Severus of another man in his life. His name was Tom Riddle, and Lucius
declared Severus would positively worship him. He was so intelligent, witty,
and handsome, and he had so many good ideas. Severus hated him already. He
suspected he was losing Lucius to this Riddle person, and was therefore not
surprised when Lucius began to speak to Severus differently.
His words were more curt and abrupt; he no longer spoke of running away
together. He made demands of Severus, that Severus stop hanging around Lily
Evans, that Severus wear only the clothes Lucius gave him, that Severus wear
his hair tied back from his face.
Severus was insulted by his demands. It made no sense for him to change his
appearance when Lucius wasn't even there to see. Why should he bother washing
and tying his hair when any change in appearance was sure to spark a renewed
interest in him by the other students? Why would he stop talking to the only
person, besides Lucius, to whom Severus could speak freely?
He sent the letter back on the leg of the owl with no response. He knew Lucius
would understand that he did not intend to follow his instructions. Severus
wondered what was wrong with Lucius if he thought he could control him. It just
made no sense.
But despite his disapproval of the way Lucius tried to bend him to his will, he
was not so self-unaware that he could deny he might like doing what Lucius
wanted, because a small warmth began in his belly when he imagined Lucius'
voice ordering him to wear the dark green robes he'd brought him over the
summer. He couldn't understand his sudden desire to obey Lucius. When he
thought about the two of them when he was alone in his bed at night, casually
stroking his cock, Severus began to imagine Lucius ordering him around, telling
him what to do to him. Letting Lucius hold him down, tie him up, letting Lucius
control him. But doing that in bed and doing it every day were very different,
Severus somehow knew. He wouldn't give up control just because Lucius
arbitrarily asked. He would have to earn it, and give him a damned good reason
why Severus should allow it.
But Lucius did have his reasons. Tom Riddle was teaching Lucius all about
himself, and Tom understood him better than anyone except Severus. But even
Severus did not know about Lucius' need for control, his desire to hurt and own
Severus, his need to fuck him against a wall and mark him with his teeth, his
need to hear Severus scream his name in supplication. Only Tom knew this, and
he taught Lucius that this was okay, it was normal, natural. It just meant that
Lucius was a leader, and he needed someone to lead. Tom told Lucius that he
himself was a leader and had many followers. He liked to test their willingness
to obey. So Tom told Lucius what to demand of Severus, and just as surely as
Lucius tried to control Severus, Tom was controlling Lucius. He wanted the
young potions genius to himself, could use his brilliance, and Lucius was a
means to that end. If he had to feed his substantial ego, he would do it until
he got what he wanted: an introduction to the young Severus Snape.
Tom even went to Hogwarts to see Severus, and was saddened to report but
secretly gleeful that Severus was not obeying Lucius. Obedient servants were
nice, but he liked to tame and break them on his own, and he was sure Severus
would provide him with a challenge.
Lucius was furious at the sudden return of his owls, and the news Tom brought
that Severus was not following his orders; greasy hair worn loose, robes shabby
and unkempt, and even cavorting with that Mudblood. He had to prove himself as
Severus' leader, give him a reason to accept his orders.
Lucius went to see Severus at Hogwarts, intending to show him why Lucius
deserved his obedience. He didn't know what he was going to say, but he hoped
Severus would at least listen, because for all Lucius' bluster and pride, he
would never hurt his friend.
Severus was sitting at a picnic bench outside the school, the table top covered
in tomes and parchments, and Severus looking engrossed as always. Lucius was
immediately reminded of the first time he'd introduced himself to Severus and
smiled. As he was approaching, he saw two young men saunter up to the table and
sit across from Severus. He stayed out of sight to see what would happen. He
recognized these hooligans as James Potter and Sirius Black, and knew their
torment of Severus was daily, though he rarely complained anymore.
"So, Snivellus, brushing up on your social skills, I see," the one with the
messy black hair and glasses said.
"I hope these potions texts keep you warm at night, because nothing else ever
will!" the other one shouted gleefully, and pushed Severus' texts and work off
the tabletop in one fell swoop. Just as Severus was reaching for his wand, a
murderous expression on his face, Lucius stepped up to the table. He calmly
levitated all the work back into a neat order in front of Severus, while never
breaking eye contact with the two marauders.
"Still as mature as ever, Black, Potter. I see the years haven't changed either
of you. One would think you were still eleven years old, pulling Severus' hair
because you're too embarrassed to tell him you want to be his boyfriend. Well,
I suggest you cease this inane courtship immediately, because Severus Snape is
taken, and you do not want to get on my bad side. Do you understand?"
Lucius words were spoken softly so the two had to lean forward to hear. When
they didn't respond, Lucius shouted, "Do you understand?" and they jumped,
leaping from their seats and nodding vigorously.
They went to leave when Lucius' muttered word stopped them dead. "Apologize."
They looked at each other and at Lucius, whose gaze was impassive, but the hard
glint in his eye was unmistakable. They both look at Severus and at the same
time, said, "I'm sorry."
Severus grinned maliciously and waved them away like he would royal subjects.
They tried to walk away casually, but ended up running across the lawn.
He looked to Lucius. "I could have handled that, you know. I don't need you
coming in trying to be the white knight."
Lucius sat beside Severus and looked at him thoughtfully. "I know that. But it
made me feel good to protect you, and I didn't think you would mind. You like
making me feel good, don't you?" The innuendo was obvious and Severus blushed,
returning to his work, but not before nodding ever so slightly.
"I came here for a reason, other than saving you from expulsion from the use of
Unforgivables on idiots," Severus smiled slightly and waited for him to
continue. "I know I made you uncomfortable with my demands. I want to explain
myself, and apologize."
Lucius was apologizing? Severus couldn't believe he was even here after the
rude way he'd been treating him lately. But he sat silently, not wanting to
give anything away.
"I've only noticed this about myself around you, and it's been more intense
than ever lately. I have this need… this urge to have you do as I say. And I
know you know that I want us to be more than friends." Severus blushed again,
and cursed his expressive face. He would have to work on that. "And I'll wait
as long as it takes, though I know you like me too. In some relationships,
there is one person who is submissive and one who is dominant. I've always been
dominant and I think that, despite outward appearances, you are submissive. You
want me to take control; you want me to tell you what to do. You know I will
reward you; I will make you feel good. I will protect you and teach you. I can
show you things about yourself you never realized. I will never hurt you beyond
what you want, and I will never disrespect you. You will remain yourself,
independent of me, and of course you can decide on the level of submission you
want to give me, whether none at all, or just in the bedroom, or total
submission."
Lucius had leaned in close to him, his voice low and breath hot on his ear.
Severus' eyes had fallen shut and he listened intently. He had to admit, what
Lucius wanted was what he wanted as well. He was so tired of having to keep up
appearances all the time, hiding all the time. He knew he could be himself with
Lucius and he wouldn't use it against him. Lucius had been a mentor to him for
years and he respected and trusted him. He had been scared about losing himself
if he gave in and did the things that Lucius asked, he didn't want to be a
puppet or a showpiece. And below the promising surface of Lucius' words,
Severus could sense a hesitation, like he was new to this all as well, like he
was terrified of Severus' answer.
At another time in his life, Severus would use that information against him
mercilessly in order to get what he wanted. But things were not like that yet.
"I want to be with you Lucius. I don't know why, and I know that it's wrong,
but I can't stop the way I feel. I want to be… submissive, I think. But not all
the time. I don't want you telling me to do my homework or ordering me to clean
your house. I don't want you to change me. As for submitting… in the bedroom…
well, we've never even… so it doesn't matter anyway, right?"
"First, it's not wrong to want to be with me. I'm quite the catch, you know."
He winked obscenely and Severus had to smirk. "But as wizards, it's in our
nature to be more experimental, and relationships like ours are very, very
common." He looked at Severus, trying to impress upon him that he wasn't
shameful, and was grateful to see his words sink in. "And I will never order
you around arbitrarily. If you give me your submission, I will treasure it. I
will use it to make us both feel good. I will never exploit it. And no, we've
never been together in a sexual way, but we will be. You must feel that?"
Snape reluctantly nodded.
"So, it does matter. I won't just launch you into the submissive role with no
guidance. We will take it slow and learn about each other. I don't want an
answer now; I want you to think about it. I won't contact you about this again,
but I will need an answer. I really want you, Severus."
Lucius leaned over and pressed a chaste kiss to Severus' forehead, squeezing
the back of his neck gently and rising.
"I will think about it," Severus promised solemnly.
At the end of Severus' sixth year, Lucius paid him a visit. He got onto the
grounds and into the Slytherin dorm with no difficulties, and once there, he
asked about Severus' room. A pretty young girl with dark blonde hair was happy
to help, and showed him to Severus' room, which was one of the few single rooms
in the dorm. Was his little follower being antisocial? It was difficult to get
assigned to a private room, and Severus must have been either very good, or
very bad.
He thanked his helper and took down Severus' advanced wards, letting himself
in. Closing the door quietly behind him, Lucius could see Severus was sleeping,
curled onto his side facing away from the door. His hair was strewn messily on
the pillow, and his pale face shone in the moonlight. His room was very neat,
everything in its place. Lucius spotted a photo of himself on the bedside
table, and moved closer to see it better. It was from his wedding, a photo
where he sneered condescendingly at the camera, his arm hanging loosely around
his new wife, whose image was covered by a piece of paper taped to the photo.
Lucius remembered this photo and why he had sent it along with the others.
Severus knew this face was not for him, and he hadn't made it to the boy in
years, but for some reason, Severus liked this look on his face; as though
whatever he was looking at was beneath him. Lucius took the photo and ripped
Narcissa right off, throwing her in the garbage and putting the photo back.
He undressed, leaving only his snug boxers, and crawled into bed with Severus.
Severus was wearing pyjama bottoms but his top was bare, and Lucius caressed
his back and shoulders, relishing the smooth skin beneath his fingers. He moved
carefully and pressed himself against Severus' back, curving his body into the
younger man's, and slowly snaking his hand around Severus' middle. He pressed
Severus into himself and felt desire pooling in his belly and blood rushing to
his cock. He leaned forward and inhaled deeply of the other man's hair,
enjoying the clean scent of Severus Snape.
Suddenly, the pliant body in his arms stiffened and nearly jerked from his
grasp. But Lucius held tight and whispered, "Severus, how I've missed you."
Severus immediately yielded and relaxed his body.
"What are you doing in my bed?" They hadn't spoken much since their discussion
at the picnic table, and they hadn't said anything about the content of that
discussion. But here was Lucius, in his bed, arousal unmistakable against
Severus' backside, hand on Severus' belly and moving in gentle circles.
"I'm just here for a visit. I wanted to see if you had made a decision."
Severus had. He wanted to be out of control; just for once in his life, he
wanted someone he actually asked to make decisions for him. He was still
nervous, and was sure Lucius would rescind the offer when he realized Severus
wasn't any good at being submissive. But he had even begun to tie his hair
back, and wear the clothes Lucius gave him. He hadn't told Lucius before
because he wanted to see how it felt. He liked it.
"I'll do everything you ask, Lucius. Everything. I trust you."
"Good boy." Severus felt his cock stiffen but couldn't be sure if it was
because of Lucius' succinct words or the hand that was moving slightly lower on
his stomach. Lucius hid his delight at Severus' soft words, but kissed him
softly on the cheek to show his appreciation.
"And will you do everything I ask of you tonight?"
Severus tried to turn to look at his friend but Lucius' grip did not relent. He
wanted to please the blond man, almost desperately. "Of course."
Lucius grinned broadly at that, and told Severus that he knew he could count on
him. He turned Severus over so they were facing one another, bodies still
deliciously close, and Lucius' hand was now on the small of Severus' back,
fingertips grazing his skin and moving just barely below Severus' pyjama
bottoms.
"And if I wanted you to kiss me?" Lucius looked deeply into Severus' eyes at
this murmured question, looking for any sort of doubt or revulsion, but saw
only a small glimmer of confusion, replaced by a lust Lucius had never seen in
the younger boy's eyes until now.
Severus felt like he was in a dream. He had wanted Lucius to come to him like
this for so long, and now Lucius wanted Severus to kiss him. Severus knew he
was inexperienced, and that Lucius was the opposite, but he instinctively knew
he could please his friend. He leaned in and pressed his lips softly against
the blond's. Lucius did not move or reciprocate, and Severus moved his lips
insistently. At first his kisses were small and close-mouthed, and he would
pull back, look at Lucius and kiss him again. But when he did not react,
Severus opened his mouth, slanting his head a little and pressed harder, lips
moving and drawing Lucius' into his own mouth, his tongue moving along the seam
of Lucius' lips, requesting entrance.
Still, Lucius did not move. Severus raised his hand to Lucius' cheek and
pressed his lips almost brutally against his, tongue licking and teeth nipping
to no avail, and Severus whimpered in defeat. He was about to pull away to
demand what he was supposed to do, when Lucius' mouth opened beneath his.
Severus moaned in triumph and thrust his tongue into Lucius' mouth. His
movements were inexpert but he moved confidently, and Lucius allowed him to
learn his mouth. His kissed him back passively, letting Severus take the lead,
pressing his hand firmly against Severus' body, moving his hips slightly
against Severus'. The smaller boy moaned and broke the kiss, wondering if he
was supposed to be doing something else.
"Have you ever kissed a man, Severus?" His voice was husky with desire and
Severus couldn't help rocking against his body.
"No."
"A woman?" Here, Severus looked a little unsure of himself.
"No."
"So, that was your first kiss, then. How was it?" Severus grinned and nodded,
trying to tell Lucius it was the best thing that had ever happened to him.
Lucius accepted this response, and went back to kissing his young lover.
Severus was passionate and learned very quickly. Lucius showed him what he
liked and it wasn't long before Lucius took the kiss over entirely, pressing
Severus into the mattress and leaning over him, his thigh pressed snugly
against Severus' groin. The boy shamelessly ground against it, relishing the
friction, but Lucius halted his hips.
"You are not going to come tonight, understand?" Lucius demanded, needing to
reassert control. Severus only nodded thoughtfully and stopped his motions.
Lucius bestowed a glowing grin upon him, and Severus knew he would do whatever
Lucius wanted as long as he continued to smile at him like that.
Lucius caressed every inch of Severus' body except his throbbing erection.
Severus wanted to tell him that he might come without even being touched, but
Lucius seemed to know he was close. He pulled away and lay back against the
pillows. "Severus, I want us to be together. But I want to be in control, do
you understand?" Severus thought about it and nodded, but gestured for him to
go on. "I want to be able to tell you what to do, what to do to me… in this
bed. I want you to obey me, everything I say. But I want you to want that as
well. If you don't, know that you will not lose me. We will always be friends.
But if you want to give up your control to me, I know I can make you feel good.
Do you want that?" Severus knew it was time to make his decision known. He was
nervous and excited, but Lucius had never hurt him, not even when Severus
insulted and yelled at him. And Severus liked doing what Lucius told him to, it
made him feel like they had a secret, made him feel wanted and needed.
"I want that, too." And the grin was back, brighter than ever. Severus knew he
had made his friend happy and he smiled in return, a little shakily, but proud
that he made the right choice.
"Good boy," Lucius said again, but this time Severus knew it was the words that
caused his cock to pulse in response.
"Thank you…sir."
The two men looked at one another at Severus' words, both wondering what
exactly had changed between them. Lucius was thrilled at Severus' acceptance of
his domination, and couldn't help but feel pride at Severus' title for him.
Severus was wondering what had made him say that, and if it was the wrong
thing, but Lucius' long, demanding kiss told him it was exactly the right thing
to say.
"Severus, I want you to suck my cock," Lucius informed him, lust and confidence
inflecting his voice. Severus' mouth went dry and he froze, uncertain. He had
never, ever done anything like this, but he wanted it now more than anything.
He took a moment to gather his thoughts, when Lucius' voice broke his reverie.
"Now, Severus," his tone brooking no room for denial.
Severus moved immediately between Lucius' spread thighs, one leg bent at the
knee, the other stretched out. Lucius moved pillows behind his back so he could
watch, and Severus, before allowing himself to think, began to remove Lucius'
underwear. But then his hand was held in a firm grip, and he was told, "You
have to ask first."
Severus shook himself. He should have known that! He apologized and asked if he
could remove Lucius' boxers. He acquiesced, and Severus did so.
Severus ran his hands along Lucius' golden thighs, delighting in the feeling of
the crisp hair beneath his fingers and the firm, thick muscles below the skin.
He brought his fingers towards the apex and stopped just short of his cock. He
looked questioningly at Lucius, who nodded his assent with a look of pure
desire on his face.
Severus touched his shaft with one hand, sliding his fingers up and down it. It
jumped a little and he wrapped his slender fingers around it, feeling its
weight, learning its shape. It was large, bigger than his own, and thick. He
had to squeeze tightly for his fingers to meet around it. It was just as
perfect as the rest of Lucius, arrogant and proud. Severus leaned down and
swiped the drop of precum off the tip with his tongue, savouring the salty
flavour. He took the tip in his mouth and experimentally moved his tongue
around it. He grazed the spot under the head that he himself enjoyed touching,
and flicked his tongue against it. Lucius had to restrain his thrusting hips.
Severus' actions were erotic in their uncertainty; his willingness to please
was just as arousing as his wet tongue.
He took more of the shaft in his mouth and found a rhythm, bobbing his head and
moving his hand along the base. His other hand moved to Lucius' balls and began
stroking them gently. Lucius couldn't help moving beneath Severus, but tried
not to thrust into the boy's mouth. He told Severus what he liked, a little
suction with his mouth, some spit on his shaft to ease the movements, and a
gentle, very gentle, scraping of his teeth on the underside of his cock just
when he was going to come. Severus did everything he liked and more, so eager
was he in his ministrations. Finally, Severus could feel the tightening of his
balls, his cock growing incredibly harder, so Severus employed his teeth like
he was told, and Lucius let out a tremendous shout and loosed stream after
stream into Severus' willing mouth. He accepted the gift graciously and
swallowed, licking his lips in case he missed any.
"Oh, my gods, Severus. You're… perfect, just perfect." He pulled the slighter
boy tightly against his body and cradled him, kissing him gently. Severus'
submission was a perfect gift, and Lucius intended to cherish it. He could
taste himself in Severus' mouth and groaned at the strange flavour. He pulled
the sheets over them both and kept Severus snugly on top of himself, tracing
circles on his narrow back and running his hands over his small behind. Severus
was still uncomfortably hard, but he did not move. He was completely content in
his decision, and sighed into Lucius' chest. His eyes began to slip closed and
his body relaxed.
Before he fell asleep, Lucius placed him onto the bed beside him, and Severus
watched as he got dressed. Once he was as impeccable as ever, he returned to
the bed and pulled Severus to him once again.
"One day soon, I am going to come for you, little snake," Lucius told him,
holding his face firmly in his hand and forcing Severus to look at him. His
eyes held all the promises in the world. "And then, you are going to come for
me."
And he left.
It was almost a year before Lucius came to him again. Over the course of the
year, they had been in constant contact, with Lucius sending owls on a regular
basis, describing explicit and nearly depraved things he wanted to do to
Severus; in return, Severus sent letters that were delicious in their
innocence. Somehow, despite all the humiliation and suffering Severus was
forced to endure during his life at school, including almost being killed by a
werewolf and not even being able to tell Lucius about it, Severus' affections
remained steady, and even if he wasn't as eloquent as the older man, he tried
to make up for it with obedience.
When Lucius gave him little things to do, seemingly innocuous things that would
mean nothing to anyone else, Severus felt like Lucius was with him every
moment. When Lucius told him not to touch himself intimately for two weeks,
Severus obeyed gratefully, knowing that he was pleasing Lucius with his
acquiescence. And he himself grew more confident in knowing someone cared for
him enough to want to tell him what to do. At the end of the two weeks, Lucius
sent him an owl saying only, "Now." And Severus immediately took his cock in
hand, thinking of Lucius saying that single word in his ear, and came in a
matter of moments, shuddering and shaking from the force of the expulsion. He
sent the owl back with a letter describing what he had done, and Lucius told
him he was very, very good.
Severus didn't know if Lucius was checking up on him to make sure he did the
things he asked, like wash his hair every day, stay away from certain people,
wear certain colours, or eat only specified foods. He knew Lucius had many eyes
in Slytherin house, but even if he didn't, Severus would never disobey just for
the sake of it. There was a time when he rebelled, wondering why the hell it
felt so good to do what he was told by Lucius when he was so contentious with
everyone else. He explained his misgivings to his master and Lucius told him he
believed it was because he was the only person who would never hurt Severus
intentionally, that he only wanted what was best for him. All Severus knew was
that he wanted this, that it felt so good to be able to be himself.
It felt so good to be a good boy.
Lucius finally came to him the night before his graduation ceremony from
Hogwarts. He was showered and ready for bed, reading a Potions journal and
anxiously awaiting his freedom. All his things had been packed for weeks, so
eager was he to leave. He didn't know what his future had in store, only that
he was going to Lucius' for the summer while Narcissa was travelling with her
family. Lucius had been invited but begged off, citing the family business as
an excuse. Severus couldn't wait to have him to himself.
Severus had been hoping Lucius would show up to his graduation ceremony, but
knew he was a very busy man with many demands on his time. He would see him
tomorrow night though; when the party was raging at Hogwarts, he would have
better things to do. Like what he did to Lucius last time, he hoped. Seeing his
stoic friend lose control in front of him was highly intoxicating, and Severus
got off to the mental image countless times. Lucius was never more beautiful
than when in abandon, Severus decided, and made a promise to make that happen
as often as humanly possible.
His door opened silently, and he had his wand in hand immediately, trained on
the intruder. Lucius slipped casually into his room, closing the door behind
him and smirking.
"Where is your hair tie?" He queried imperiously, forsaking greetings even
though the two had not seen each other in months, and then only briefly.
"I just got out of the shower, I was waiting for it to dry," Severus excused,
reaching for it and tying his hair back immediately. It would be dented from
being tied while wet, but Severus didn't care; he was disappointed in himself
for not meeting Lucius' approval.
"Much better," he said when Severus had finished securing his thick, black
hair. "Now, aren't you going to say hello?"
Severus could barely contain himself and threw himself in Lucius' arms, which
caught him easily and held him tightly. They remained thus, and Lucius inhaled
deeply of Severus' fresh scent, unreasonably glad to have the younger man in
his arms again. "I've missed you terribly, you know. You simply have no idea of
the effect you have upon me." Lucius' words were stated melodramatically, but
Severus could hear the truthful undercurrent and he leaned up to kiss those
pouting lips.
Lucius permitted the kiss, holding Severus' head and guiding his movements,
taking over the control of the kiss and forcing Severus back slightly, the
awkward position giving them both a rush of power in their respective roles.
"Now, Severus, please understand I am only here to talk. Nothing else will be
happening tonight." Severus tried not to look disappointed, and he wondered if
Lucius was here to tell him he would be leaving with Narcissa after all.
"I understand, sir."
"Good. Now, tomorrow is your graduation and you will be thrust into the world
with no lifeline, correct?" Severus tried to hide his confusion and wanted
desperately to say that Lucius was his lifeline, the only one he would ever
need, but he only nodded mutely.
"Well, except me, of course, but I cannot always be there and you certainly
can't live at my house with my wife and me." He laughed, and Severus felt a
sinking sensation. He shook his head as if to say, 'No, I cannot.'
"So, I've found you a job." Lucius looked upon Severus to see his reaction, but
Severus only nodded again, and both were beginning to believe this conversation
would be one-sided permanently.
"For Merlin's sake, Severus, I'm not sentencing you to death by wand squad! I'm
giving you a chance to make your way in the world, and work for one of the
bravest and smartest men I know. Could you please at least act grateful?" He
tried to keep his words light but he was a little annoyed that his gift was not
well-received.
"Of course I'm grateful, Lucius. I'm grateful that you even deign to speak to
me, sometimes, but I hate that I can only be a dirty secret. I hate that I can
never have the only thing I've ever wanted."
And so the words were said that had remained heretofore unspoken. Severus
lowered his head immediately, knowing he had to show Lucius he was not
challenging him in any way, but a part of him wanted to shout, curse and demand
that Lucius leave his wife and take him away. He subdued the feeling. Lucius
had wanted him to speak freely, and he had done so. Maybe he would not be in
too much trouble.
But Lucius surprised them both, and gathered the younger man into his arms. He
led him to the bed and laid Severus down, his body stiff but moveable. Lucius
began to unbutton his pyjama shirt, and removed it. He then took off Severus'
pants, and he was naked on the bed, his imperfect and frail body under the
scrutiny of this flawless older man. Severus felt ashamed, and moved to cover
himself or turn away, but Lucius held him immobile and only gazed upon him.
Laying his body right next to Severus', he leaned up on an elbow and looked
down onto Severus' face. His right hand reached out and caressed every part of
the younger boy, relishing in the shivers and soft moans that came from his
body. Severus wanted to cover up but stayed stiff and unmoving, wishing Lucius
would just stop looking at him like that.
"Severus, let me look at you, touch you. Just for a minute, and then we'll
talk." Severus relaxed and closed his eyes tightly, letting his body absorb the
touches Lucius was bestowing. He ran his hands over Severus' lithe body,
delighting in the ridges of his ribs and the concave of his stomach, wanting
nothing more than to turn him over and impale himself upon the young man. But
he held back and let his hands do the work for now.
Lucius situated himself between Severus' parted thighs, Severus struggling
against rebelling at being exposed this way. Lucius pushed Severus' knees up so
his feet were flat on the bed and continued to caress and stroke the young man.
His hands were everywhere, one hand pinching and scratching lightly, the other
soothing and studying. He touched him everywhere, even drawing his fingers over
Severus' jutting member, but he did not bring him relief. From his feet to his
scalp, every part was worshipped, and soon enough Severus was nearly quaking
under the sensation. It felt like Lucius' hands were everywhere at once, it
felt like Lucius was showing him that he loved him. He could feel love in that
touch and imagined it was only for him.
When Lucius finally settled a hand on his cock, Severus nearly lurched off the
bed. But his hand did not move and soon Severus was thrusting into it, his
fingers clutching the coverlet tightly. Lucius' other hand grazed his balls,
then his perineum, and finally, brushed gently against Severus' back entrance.
Severus recoiled a little at the sensation but groaned and relaxed when Lucius
began to move his hand over his cock. The finger circled his tight right of
muscle and pressed in a little, and Severus couldn't avoid the invasion because
suddenly he was coming harder than he'd ever come by his own hand, and he was
crying out and shaking in his release.
His eyes flew open and he apologized, while Lucius looked down at him with
smiling eyes. "It's okay; I didn't say you had to ask to come. I won't punish
you for what I wanted to happen." Severus was relieved but still disappointed
in himself. He should have asked—that would have made Lucius so proud. He would
never make that mistake again.
Lucius reclined beside him and ran a finger through the wetness on Severus'
belly. He brought his offering to Severus and pressed it against his closed
lips. Severus licked it off unquestioningly, delighting in the way Lucius' eyes
darkened and his breath drew in sharply. Lucius kissed him viciously, demanding
submission and Severus granted it, letting Lucius overbear him with his tongue,
giving all that was demanded of him. Finally, Lucius pulled back, approving of
the way Severus looked properly debauched, and said, "Okay, now it's time to
talk."
"Don't you want me to…?" Severus glanced unsubtly at Lucius' groin and back to
his face.
"To what?" His feigned innocence was caused by an overwhelming desire to hear
Severus say the words.
"Do you want me to suck your cock?" The words came out in a rush and Severus
couldn't meet his eyes, but he licked his lips in anticipation.
"No," Lucius said, the flat word startling Severus out of his embarrassment.
"Or, I do, but I won't let you do it tonight. It's your night, after all." He
smiled brilliantly at the consternated student.
"And since it's my night, I can…do what I want?" Severus could see that Lucius
wanted him, the desire was evident both in his face and his pants, and he
desperately wanted to relieve his lover's tension. He was glad to see mirth
filling Lucius' eyes, as he'd been uncertain if his advances would be wholly
unwelcome, or that he'd gone too far with his suggestion.
"No, Severus. We still do what I want. Now, I want to talk about what you
said," Severus looked a little dazed and Lucius elaborated, "About never being
able to have what you want, which I assume means me."
Severus looked resigned and nodded unhappily.
"Here is the truth of the matter. In many important ways, you are correct. We
will never be married or live in the same house together. We will never raise
children or buy property together. I am a Malfoy and my first duty is to my
family. I will do my duty as I have always done, and make love to my wife to
produce an heir. After that, I could not care less if I never saw her again."
Severus wisely remained silent and only nodded for him to go on, glad that
Lucius was not admitting to loving his wife. Duty he could understand, even if
his was only to himself.
"But you will be my lover. Forever. I want you in my life, need you, in fact. I
will not settle for less than all of you. You can not get married; can not have
children by a woman to further your line. If that is a problem for you, you
will tell me right now."
Severus didn't much like women and absolutely abhorred children, and cared less
than nothing for the 'Snape name', so this was a caveat he would readily agree
to. He said as much, and Lucius nodded his approval.
"So as much as we can possibly be together under the guise of friends, and
under the restrictions of my duty, we will be. And that will have to be
enough." Severus believed it would be more than enough, since he had been
willing to accept so much less.
"I will provide for you like any man would his mistress," he paused and looked
sternly at Severus, who retracted the protest he had been beginning at the
notion that he was a mistress. "You will work for my friend Tom as a potion
maker while you go on to become a Master. He will pay you well, monetarily but
with other rewards as well, and you will, of course, be grateful."
Severus nodded, wondering what the other rewards were briefly, but focusing on
the part where he would work with potions, the only subject he'd ever truly
loved. Lucius was offering promises left and right, and his head was spinning
with the speed at which his life was changing.
"And I will continue to work for Malfoy Industries until my father sees fit to
allow me to take over. So you see, my little snake, everything is going to work
out perfectly. We will be together, I will have an heir, a fortune, a manor and
a business; you will have me, your dream job, an allowance, and your own home.
I cannot see how it could work out better," Lucius concluded smugly and looked
as though he wanted to hear an argument from Severus.
But he would hear none, as Severus believed it could not possibly be better. It
was everything he ever wanted except that he would not be living with Lucius;
but that was something he'd barely allowed himself to think of, so outrageous
was it. Severus only solemnly nodded and then broke out into a wide grin that
was so unfamiliar it hurt his cheeks. He buried his face in Lucius' shoulder to
contain the outburst, but Lucius pulled him back, looking upon him with a
matching grin.
"Everything will be okay now, you see? Everything is just perfect." Lucius was
petting Severus' dishevelled hair back into a semblance of order, and Severus,
exhausted from a day of anticipation and a night with his lover, fell asleep
hoping he would not dream, for all his dreams were already coming true.
Lucius was gone when Severus awoke, but he didn't let that spoil his mood.
Everything was falling into place, and his life was, all of a sudden, with a
few proclamations, under control. Severus even smiled to himself when he
thought of the way Lucius had made him come with only a few strokes. He had
embarrassed himself, yes, but Lucius hadn't been angry. And his hands had felt
so good on Severus' skin. He could hardly believe how truly lucky he was for
Lucius to even look at him twice, and felt a moment of doubt when he wondered
what the older man even saw in him. But he pushed that thought away and got
dressed in the best robes Lucius' money had paid for. He combed his hair neatly
and secured it with a velvet tie, from Lucius of course. Even his shoes were a
gift and gleamed with the promise of a new life.
The common room and halls were alive with excitement on graduation day, and
Severus couldn't help but feel a little pride at having completed seven of the
longest years of his life. Even a last minute, final assault on his person by
way of Potter and Black could not dampen his spirits, and he retaliated half-
heartedly, straightening himself and proceeding to the seats outside where the
ceremony was being held. He had no guests on this day, and his allotted seats
were given to none other than James Potter's extended family, a final rub of
salt into Severus' barely healed wounds.
He took his assigned seat and nearly dozed off as the headmaster spoke of their
new lives, goals fulfilled, and talents cultivated. He sneered at nearly every
single name called out, growing more and more despondent as he thought of the
injustices perpetrated upon him by the now-alumni of this school. When his name
was called, only the families who had no knowledge of him clapped, and this
polite accolade was nearly too much for Severus, and he wished he was back in
his room alone. He strode up the stairs of the platform and met Dumbledore in
the centre. He was handed a diploma and his hand was summarily shaken.
Dumbledore did not speak to him, only nodded gravely with something akin to
respect. Severus was surprised at this look, but it was quickly replaced by
twinkling mischief and Severus rolled his eyes. He strode offstage, ready to
walk away, not sit back down for the rest of the names, when he saw Lucius
standing at the bottom of the platform's stairs and off to the right. He was
grinning widely and clapping softly and slowly with delight.
Severus again found himself unable to contain his grin as he walked to Lucius.
He extended his hand for a greeting, but Lucius bypassed it and pulled him into
a hug. "I'm so proud of you, little snake." Lucius held him for a moment longer
than was proper, and placed his arm around his shoulders, guiding him far from
the ceremony. When they reached the Apparition barrier, Lucius held Severus
tightly and Apparated them both.
Severus blinked to find himself in Lucius' house—not the Manor, which would not
belong to Lucius until Abraxas granted it to him—but Lucius' marital home. It
was smaller but no less grand, and Severus felt dirty and insignificant next to
the exquisite features of the home.
"Narcissa is at her sister's getting ready for the party tonight. I told her I
would make an appearance later tonight, but I think I can be convinced to stay
behind." Lucius grinned wickedly, and led Severus up the marble staircase,
opening the door to the most opulent bedroom he had ever seen.
It was done in light grey, dark green and black, and looked foreboding in its
massiveness. The bed was the centre feature of the room and stood on a dais,
its large mahogany columns extending to the ceiling. The bedspread was black
and adorned with pillows of varying shapes and shades of green. Lucius strode
past him and jumped into the bed, settling himself on his back in the middle,
with his hands behind his head and his ankles crossed.
"Come here," Lucius demanded authoritatively. Severus obeyed and moved to the
side of the bed, not wanting to crease the bedding by sitting on it.
Lucius looked at him with a small smirk and said, "Get on the bed and sit
beside me." His eyes closed and his voice left no room for argument. Severus
climbed somewhat ungracefully onto the bed and knelt beside Lucius' prone form.
Without opening his eyes, Lucius reached his hands out to Severus' hips and
guided him so that Severus was straddling him, a leg bent on either side of him
and sitting directly over his groin. Lucius smiled at the contact and pressed
himself slightly up from the bed into Severus' behind, his hands still on those
slight hips. Severus bit his lip and held back a whimper when he felt Lucius
was hard beneath him.
Lucius opened his eyes and found Severus watching him, a curious expression on
his face. Lucius smiled and reached up to stroke Severus' cheek. He leaned into
the embrace and closed his eyes as Lucius petted his hair and ran his hand down
over his chest, resting finally on his thigh.
"Severus, I need you to tell me something right now. I need to know if you will
let me be your master. I promise I will take care of you and protect you. I
care about you greatly. Every man has a master; few get to choose theirs." He
looked solemnly into Severus' eyes and saw he was transfixed. He desperately
needed Severus to officially accept his domination, for reasons he couldn't
even begin to explore.
Severus drew a deep breath and said, "I choose you as my master, right now and
forever." His words were spoken quietly but with force, and his face was
unshuttered and earnest.
Lucius failed to quell his smile, and said only, "Thank you." Severus nodded in
response and whispered the same words back.
Lucius grabbed the back of Severus' head and drew him down so he was lying
against his chest. He took Severus' lips with a gentleness that belied his
passion, and Severus accepted every part of the kiss. Lucius moved his lips
slowly, slanting his head to deepen the kiss. He teased Severus' tongue and
nibbled his lip gently before biting sharply and laving the hurt with his
tongue. Severus' body quivered at the bite, and Lucius took his shoulders and
guided him onto his back. He attacked Severus' neck and throat with his mouth,
not bothering to sooth the bites he left, drawing flesh into his mouth and
worrying it with his teeth. Severus moaned and writhed beneath him, looking for
all the world like a complete wanton.
Lucius had them both undressed in minutes, and held Severus' wrists in his
hands, holding them firmly on the bed beside Severus' head. He moved his mouth
to Severus' chest, nipping and licking his nipples until Severus groaned and
bucked his hips. Smiling, Lucius let go of his hands, but they stayed where
they were placed. What a good little follower, Lucius thought. He kissed and
suckled the inside of Severus' thighs, ghosting over his cock but never quite
touching it.
Lucius knelt between Severus' legs and aligned his body against the smaller
man's. Their cocks pressed together and both gasped at the contact, a spark
flying between their bodies as Lucius' mouth crashed down against Severus' once
more.
Severus could scarcely believe that this god of a man deigned to kiss him, that
this personification of perfection was rubbing himself against his own scrawny
form. He tried not to think about how little he deserved this, and concentrated
on the rightness of what he was feeling.
Lucius moaned and pressed Severus harder into the bed, his actions becoming
more aggressive as his desire took over. Severus pressed his eyes closed
tightly and tried to stop his orgasm from escaping him again, like it had last
time, but Lucius' noises were going straight to his balls and he whispered,
"Lucius, please… I'm going to—"
Lucius immediately halted his motions, his breath coming shakily; sweat beading
on his forehead from the effort to stop. He raised his body above Severus',
still atop him but without touching, and kissed him gently. This kiss was
different from the others because it was intended to calm, not incite. Lucius
kept his tongue in his mouth and avoided Severus' efforts to draw it out with
his own. He pressed gentle, close-mouthed kisses all over Severus' face, and
worshipped him with kindness. Severus could feel the emotion behind the kisses
and reciprocated, his hands lightly touching Lucius' back and chest,
instinctively knowing that he was to avoid all erotic places so their bodies
would calm.
Finally, Lucius let the heat in the kiss build up again, and rested his weight
to the side of Severus, his thigh between Severus' legs. Lucius raised Severus'
leg that wasn't trapped beneath his to a bending position and pushed it to the
side. Severus was now exposed to him. While trapping his mouth beneath his,
Lucius ran his fingertips between Severus' cleft and gently prodded his back
entrance with the pad of his index finger. Severus moaned and Lucius swallowed
it greedily, wanting more. He broke the kiss to murmur a lubrication spell and
slid his finger into Severus slowly, twisting gently and sinking deeper.
Severus was breathing heavily and Lucius moved to his neck, kissing softly, and
then nipping firmly as Severus accepted a second finger.
When Lucius' fingers brushed against something inside him, Severus felt his
whole body come alive with ecstasy. Lucius looked at him knowingly and brushed
against his prostate again and again, drawing louder and harsher moans from his
young lover. He scissored his fingers, stretching the younger man, not wanting
to hurt him if he didn't have to. Finally, Lucius removed his fingers and
settled between Severus' spread thighs, positioning himself at Severus'
entrance. Severus looked slightly nervous but wildly excited, and Lucius kissed
his lips softly, before pressing himself against Severus' body. He could sense
the younger man willing himself to relax, and Lucius moved persistently until
he felt the muscles give slightly and he thrust in, pulling out slightly before
pushing harder until he was firmly ensconced in Severus' body.
Severus' eyes were closed and his face was impassive. Lucius needed to see his
passion, so he demanded Severus to open his eyes. He did immediately, and
Lucius was relieved to see a mad lust that nearly made him come from the sight
alone. Severus' hands were moving up and down Lucius' back as they lay
unmoving, and finally to his buttocks, where he pulled Lucius closer to him,
desperate to get him to move.
Finally, Lucius did, gently at first but then with more passion, his movements
becoming less rhythmic and more desperate as he thrust into Severus' willing
body, both men crying out at the sensations. Lucius held the back of Severus'
head with one hand, and the back of his knee with another, forcing Severus to
look at him as he pounded into his body. He knew Severus must be sore from this
but he couldn't, wouldn't, slow down. He pulled Severus' leg higher and his
cock slid directly past Severus' prostate, causing him to shout out
incoherently. His body moved in time with Lucius' and he could feel his orgasm
coming quickly.
This time, he would ask.
"Lucius, can I come? Please, sir," his voice was shaky and quiet but Lucius
looked so very pleased with him, and he was so glad he asked.
"Yes, Severus, my little snake. Come for me, now!" The vibrations from his
words brought Severus over the edge finally and he shouted his completion,
stiffening and losing his breath as his vision blurred and he had to close his
eyes. He continued to make soft, mewling noises as Lucius pounded into his
body, crying out as he poured himself into Severus' willing body for what
seemed like an eon, his breath coming rapidly and his hair damp and stuck to
his forehead.
They stayed together like that for a long time, Lucius slipping from Severus'
body but not moving. Finally, Lucius rolled onto his side and pulled Severus
with him, rubbing his back and kissing his face. Severus was barely able to
believe how good Lucius made him feel, and tried to show him by kissing him
rapidly and desperately, moaning and nearly crying his thanks. Lucius calmed
him with soft kisses to his lips and throat and finally, the two men fell
asleep in a tight embrace.
When Severus awoke a few hours later, he saw Lucius looking at him. He tried to
smile, but felt worried at the apprehension in the blond's eyes.
"What's wrong?" Severus' voice was calm but his insides were in turmoil. Of
course, he'd done something wrong! It couldn't have felt as good for Lucius as
it did for him. Severus cringed when he thought of how needy he must have
sounded, begging to come like a whore. He closed his eyes against Lucius'
scrutiny and waited for the inevitable.
Lucius' hand rested on Severus' cheek, and he kissed him tenderly, then
bruisingly, trying to own Severus with his mouth, not releasing him until he
was satisfied.
"Nothing is wrong, little snake. Everything is just fine, just like I
promised," he hesitated, knowing this wasn't the right time for this, but aware
that their time together might be coming to a close for the evening. Severus
looked right through him, knowing Lucius had more to say, and silently begging
him to get on with it.
Lucius plunged ahead. "The man you'll be working for, Tom Riddle, is a very
charismatic, strong man. He is like me in that he likes to be in control,"
Lucius paused here to make sure Severus knew exactly what he meant by this, and
Severus did, so he continued, "He may want you to… follow him."
Severus looked surprised when he realized what Lucius was implying. He would
never give himself to anyone else, ever! What was happening here?
"Calm down for a second, for Merlin's sake," Lucius snapped, annoyed. "I'm not
saying for you to submit to him or anything. Just don't… piss him off. He is
very particular, and likes his followers to be humble. Do you understand what
I'm saying?"
Severus thought so, and said as much. Lucius nodded. "Good. Do what he asks,
and we will all get along just fine." He smiled reassuringly and Severus looked
placated.
They lounged about for a while, and were just deciding to get dressed when
Narcissa Floo called to say she was staying with her sisters and would be back
tomorrow afternoon. Lucius acted disappointed, and Severus' stomach clenched
when he heard his lover end the conversation with an, "I love you, too." It's
just for show, he told himself, pressing back into the bed, and cursing himself
for being so weak.
"We have the night all to ourselves, lover," Lucius teased Severus, and crawled
back into bed. "Let's use our time wisely and go to sleep." Severus was
disappointed to not be granted more of what they had just shared, but he
comforted himself by saying there would be many more instances for that.
Lucius kissed him goodnight, and Severus revelled in the domestic feel of this
situation. He immediately knew he would be begging Lucius to spend as many
nights as possible with him once he had his own home. He rested contentedly
against Lucius' shoulder, resting his palm flat on his broad chest, and sighed.
Lucius' arms wrapped around him and held him firmly.
Both men fell asleep, feeling that for the first time in their lives that
everything was exactly as it should be.
When Severus awoke the next morning, feeling completely sated and whole, he
stretched out in the massive bed and writhed in the silk sheets like a cat.
Unused to such comforts, he rubbed himself on the bed and practically purred
his contentment. When he stilled, he heard voices coming from down the hall. It
sounded like two men, and he could hear Lucius deferring to him, which he only
did to those he respected. It must be Severus' new boss. He quickly got up and
dressed in yesterday's clothing, grateful that it looked to be unwrinkled and
clean.
He was just fastening the last button on his coat when Lucius walked in, a wide
grin and look of pride on his face. He crossed the floor to Severus and took
his shoulders gently in his hands, caressing his arms and finally taking
Severus' hands in his.
"Come. There is someone I want you to meet."
 
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