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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage, Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Harry_Potter/Severus_Snape, Draco_Malfoy/Harry_Potter, Draco_Malfoy/
      Lucius_Malfoy/Harry_Potter/Severus_Snape, Lucius_Malfoy/Severus_Snape,
      Draco_Malfoy/Lucius_Malfoy
  Character:
      Harry_Potter, Lucius_Malfoy, Severus_Snape, Draco_Malfoy
  Additional Tags:
      snarry, Drarry, snaco, snucius, LM/SS_-_Freeform, SS/LM_-_Freeform,
      Malfoycest, dm/lm, LM/DM_-_Freeform, ss/hp, hp/ss_-_Freeform, dm/hp_-
      Freeform, HP/DM, SS/DM, DM/SS_-_Freeform, LM/SS/DM/HP
  Series:
      Part 1 of The_Eager_Demon
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-04-26 Updated: 2017-12-14 Chapters: 9/? Words: 35638
****** The Eager Demon ******
by JenTheSnarryShipper
Summary
     MAJOR WARNING: SNARRY ONE-SHOT, RATED Explicit! Incest: with Draco
     Malfoy and Lucius Malfoy. PRIMARILY SNARRY FANFIC (HP/SS). If you
     don't like incest, or group sex, you can read the first half and skip
     the part where each Malfoy enters the story. Told in first-person,
     Harry's perspective; lots of smut. I don't own anything: characters
     belong to JK Rowling and Warner Bros Entertainment.
Notes
     Do NOT read if you do NOT LIKE incest. This is Rated Explicit for a
     reason (trust me, it well deserves the rating).
     Lucius Malfoy and Draco Malfoy are together, but this is primarily a
     Snarry fanfic with multiple parts to come.
     VERY GRAPHIC CONTENT, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.
     Thank you--hope you enjoy it. Please remember to favorite and
     comment, I'd love to hear what you think.
     Nothing is mine; JK Rowling and Warner Bros Entertainment owns Harry
     Potter, and I don't make any money off of my fanfics.
     Enjoy-
     ~Jen
     The Snarry Shipper
***** The Eager Demon: Part 1 *****
The Eager Demon
===============================================================================
 
It was when he held me down on the dark stone floor, when he was pulling at my
hair for leverage, and it was when he pounded into my ass—that’s when I knew. 
He fucked me and relished me in kisses—not tender kisses, but rather,
animalistic, hungry kissing.  The only kind of kiss you can muster when you’re
fucking each other—that kind of kissing.
Open mouthed breathing, tongues sloppily licking, gasping at every slight touch
that goes up and down your spine.
His cock was in my arse.  Deep and full.
He didn’t stroke me, but he held me in place.  Severus Snape used me for his
own satisfaction and pleasure.
I don’t think either of us was expecting me to love it so much: to be taken; to
be dominated.
Fuck me!  Fuck me harder, Sir!  I can still hear myself screaming, arching at
his touch.
You will do as I say!  He raged clumsily, barely able to speak clearly.  He was
just as taken as I was, ironically.  Who knew that I, the Boy Who bloody Lived,
could take Severus Snape that way?  That I could be the one to give him such
pleasure?
Yes Severus!  I obliged to his demands, taking two of his fingers in my mouth
and sucking on them now.  He flipped me over so he could see, fucking me again,
staring deeply with those dark coal eyes of his.  The ones that I could love,
someday. 
You like this, brat?  You like it when I fuck you hard against the floor?  He
had sweat dripping from his forehead to his chin as I sucked his fingers
relentlessly.
I only whimpered, loudly whimpered—thank Merlin that Dumbledore wasn’t alive to
hear us. 
His mouth parted.  I licked my lips and traced his fingers on my nipple. 
Please… He saw me say.  Moan, taking his violent thrusting, always hitting my
prostate.  Seeing stars, feeling like a madman, I said, Kiss me.
He did.  And it wasn’t all animalistic: it was tender—it was loving.  Severus
Snape kissed me—my professor who I had always hated—and now, he was here,
fucking me, and kissing me. 
The pounding slowed, and he let me push him back and ride him. 
Only after he commanded me to, of course.
Oh Merlin…feels so good.  I moaned, taking all of his cock.  He held my hips
steady as I looked into his lust-filled eyes. 
And when I licked my lips, I saw his face contort—I saw him loose a little more
control.  Bit by bit, we were taking each other, as if we needed each other for
survival.
He groaned in such a guttered, low, silky voice, I almost came. 
I placed my hands on both sides of his head and kissed him, erotically sweeping
my tongue everywhere.  His lips, his chin, his neck…
And he held my hips, pounding into me even deeper than before.  Merlin!  I
cried, so loudly, I could hear it over my own heart-beat.
Harry!  I snapped my gaze back into his eyes.  He said my name as he was giving
me his swollen prick—so sensually, I had never heard a voice so sexy before. 
Harry.  He said it again, pounding into that spot that always made me whimper. 
This time I whimpered his name.  Severus.
He captured my lips, not wanting to admit to himself that he wanted this.  His
body did the talking for him, as he ground his hips into my arse, rocking me
back and forth. 
I was so close, but I wanted his cum in me—so deeply.  I wanted to see his face
contort in pleasure and lose all control.
Harry…Harry…Merlin, Harry…
He kept saying over and over, right after my moans of his name.  I pushed onto
his cock and kissed him for all I was worth.  For everything I’d ever been or
ever would be, I gave him my arse and tongue. 
I want it Sev.  I want your…oh!...I want your cum inside me.  I want to see
you…please… I remember desperately whimpering into his ear, then looking back
at his face.  He looked so peaceful, then.
He held my ass firmly in place and thrusted three times, murmured my name, and
thrusted again.
He closed his eyes, his mouth making a shape as if he were saying “oh,” arching
up inside me. 
We shared each other’s breath as he filled me up.  I could feel it inside me,
just like I wanted. 
It was warm, spreading inside me—and I knew I was home.  He was still squinting
and coming, shooting inside me, when I whispered seductively in his ear,
More…more, Severus.  Give me all of it…shoot it all inside me.  I want all of
you, every last drop. 
He screamed silently, arching up farther, completely emptying himself inside my
needy hole. 
When had I become such a wanton slut?
It didn’t matter—and he had enough sense left in him to stroke me as he shot
inside me. 
I felt myself letting go, too, all red, hot, and sweaty.  I closed my eyes,
knowing I was spraying my cum all over him—all over his chest, his hand, his
face, his hair…
And I opened my eyes as we were coming from each other, watching him lick his
cum covered lips.  Watching him taste the thick white liquid and moan in
desire.  I slammed down on his prick, knowing we were both spent—just wanting
to empty myself out completely on top of him. 
He continued to stroke me anyway, when I thought there was nothing left. 
The man took his prick out of me—a surprising feeling—and flopped me over so he
could suck hard on my half hard cock. 
He looked up at me in the most erotic stare I could ever imagine, just so he
could have my cum stream down his throat.  Bless him.
I fucked his mouth. 
He sucked harder—bobbing up and down, never tearing from my gaze. 
All my cum was inside of him, now. 
I sighed, really and truly spent.  He lies next to me, with my cum still all
over his chest and hair.  He kissed me with cum covered lips, giving me a
taste.  I moaned into his mouth sleepily—it tasted so good.  He tasted so good.
I transfigured a bed for us, and smeared all the cum into his hair, like a
gel.  He closed his eyes.  I loved how gentle I could make him.  I loved how I
could also turn him into a raging animal, needing me.
A few precious seconds later of sweet kissing and sucking, I remember Lucius
Malfoy walking into the Potions Lab. 
Severus, he bowed, acting like his cock wasn’t sticking up, hard and full from
his robes.
Severus, the man he was, of course acknowledged the man and smirked.  Lucius. 
You know that you gave me a key to your quarters long ago, friend.  He said, as
Draco came to join him. 
I sat straight up.  Malfoy.
Potter.  Draco quirked an eyebrow suspiciously. 
You brought him along, I see.  Severus stated the obvious.
I trust it isn’t an issue?  After all, you two were having so much fun.  Isn’t
that right Dragon?  Lucius said steadily.  He turned to his son, who was
unbuttoning his green shirt.
I felt Severus hold me, whispering, It’s okay.  They’re lovers.
Draco smirked, That’s right, Potter. He pulled off his shirt.  Like what you
see?  He traced his sensitive nipples and fit chest. 
I quivered, not knowing how to react.  Severus chuckled once, tightening his
grip on my arms.  Lucius?
Yes—as you can see, he looked down at his erect organ, you two have caused us
to have a quite large problem.  Isn’t that right, Dragon?
Draco only nodded, looking into his father’s eyes. 
Lucius kissed him with force.  He looked back at Severus.  It would be our
pleasure to put on a show for you boys—as punishment for eavesdropping, of
course.
Of course, Severus repeated devilishly.  I felt my eyes widen in surprise, but
then I was calmed by that soothing voice.  Harry and I would be…glad to accept
your offer.  Right Harry?
I remember it well—it felt surreal—just like the moment I defeated Voldemort
himself.  My dominance spoke for me, like a demon, an eager demon, slithering
deep within me, waiting to speak for all these years of innocence and purity. 
And I wanted it to speak.
I smirked wickedly.  My hand waved, as if to gesture them to go forth.  Severus
placed a kiss on the corner of my lips in appreciation.
Lucius freed his cock, taking it out of his dark trousers.  It was weeping
already, and a dribble of cum hit the floor beneath him.  Merlin, I said
aloud.  It was as huge as Sev’s—just a bit more narrow. 
Severus chuckled, and I felt the vibrations against my back from his chest.  I
believe Mister Potter fancies your large cock, Lucius.
Lucius smirked.  Yes.  I quite enjoyed hearing him scream for yours, Severus. 
Quite naughty, isn’t he?
I shivered, feeling blood go down to my cock again.  I couldn’t believe it was
possible for me to get hard again, but…
Severus placed a hand over my prick as I leant against him.  Oh yes.  Very much
so.  I bit my lip from whimpering.
Dragon, you know what to do for me, don’t you?  He raised his eyebrows at
seventeen-year-old Draco.  Draco freed his own cock—quite narrow, but long. 
I licked my lips.  Draco smirked at me.  I gasped.
Potter—I mean, Harry. He held his cock with one hand, smearing the precum.  I
might just have to let you suck me off in Potions once in a while—that is, if
it’s okay with you, Godfather.
Of course.  Only for my precious Godson…and for Harry.  Severus snorted, as if
he were truly joking.
I knew he was quite serious.
Lucius ripped his shirt off, with buttons flying everywhere.  Both he and Draco
were stark, standing next to each other. 
He stared into Draco’s eyes, much like the color of his own.   He slowly was
stroking his enlarged prick.  Daddy wants you, Dragon.  Do you want Daddy’s
cock?
I shivered, feeling my own prick swell in Severus’ hand.  I didn’t move, but
Severus hummed in my ear.
Draco got down on two knees, with his delicious arse facing me, right in front
of his father.
I want your cock, Daddy.  Want you to cum for me.  He mumbled, licking the tip.
Oh…that’s very good, Dragon.  Draco sucked on his length, going slowly.  You’re
such a good boy.  Lucius praised as he watched Draco suck him up and down. 
I could feel my swollen cock rise in Severus’ hand—and I could feel Severus’
erection in my backside.  He decided to tear his eyes away to whisper something
in my ear—so low, it couldn’t be heard from the others, You like watching,
don’t you Harry?
I murmured.  Yes.
Draco sucked faster, moaning around his father’s cock.  Oh… Lucius moaned
silkily, his hair swaying as he threw his head back and fucked Draco’s mouth.
Say anything, Harry.  Make Daddy cum for Draco.  Lucius locked gazes with me,
and I felt Severus stroke my cock for inspiration. 
Fuck his tight mouth faster, Lucius.  I whispered.
Lucius did—he narrowed his eyes, all glazed over—and the man rocked faster into
that needy mouth.
It was then when I realized: I like both dark-haired men, and blonde men.
Lucius looked like he was in ecstasy.  Harry…tell him…
I smirked, looking deeply into Severus Snape’s devilish eyes as I said,
Draco wants his Daddy to cum deep in his mouth, Lucius.
Just like Harry came deeply,
I paused, speaking loudly to Lucius, but leaning in to kiss my newfound
partner,
Into Severus’ hot, skilled mouth.
Severus chucked into my mouth as I kissed him deeply—I remember groaning.
Then, I parted from him, only to find Lucius staring intently at me.  
He looked like a whimpering angel.
He pounded fiercely into Draco’s mouth—his Dragon. 
Draco moaned, obviously practiced and skilled.  Severus groaned at the sight. 
Lucius…cum for us.  He said, whispering lowly and seductively.
I could actually see Lucius Malfoy’s eyes roll into the back of his head.
It was at that moment when all was still, except his shaking, quivering legs. 
His mouth was open wide.  His fingers were running, clutching Draco’s blonde
hair.  Both hands: clenching his head in place. 
And just as amazingly, Draco took it, not daring to part from his coming
father.
His legs were vibrating, and his body  spasmed so much, it looked dangerous.
Draco took that load, but it still leaked from his mouth, dripping into a white
puddle onto the floor.
I felt myself drooling, watching Lucius Malfoy spray his cum into Draco’s eager
mouth—and then…
When I thought it couldn’t get any better…
Lucius screamed,
Oh, Fuck!
My Dragon!
He bucked once more into Draco, who was milking the last drop of cum from his
father’s (now softened) prick. 
Lucius gained some of his wits back—at least, enough to say,
Oh…Draco.  You’ve made Daddy so proud.
He ran his fingers through Draco’s hair, and Draco looked sated. 
It was then when I realized Draco came onto the floor as well.
I turned to Severus, who was hungrily watching me and my reaction to all this,
As if I were some sort of delicacy,
And I kissed him so deeply, I knew
I would never return.
***** The Eager Demon: Part Two *****
Chapter Summary
     As always, be prepared for incest, smut (rated M for a reason), and
     lots of Drarry, Snarry, Harry/Lucius, and Draco/Lucius.
     I didn’t anticipate this story to have this many parts, but I suspect
     I’ll be inspired to write a lengthy part four. Your reviews are the
     BEST, and they make my life so much better.
     Thank you so much, I love your feedback, and please enjoy this heavy
     smut.
     -Jen
     The Snarry Shipper
The_Eager_Demon:_Part_Two
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My whole body felt stiff, as if I’d been hit by a train.  I remember this
feeling of vulnerability.
I opened my eyes, but I saw only darkness. 
It came as no surprise to me, really.  My hands were tied up—against a chair? 
I didn’t know. 
I tried not to move.  To let them know I wasn’t awake—whoever “they” were. 
It could be anybody, after all.  Everyone seems to want to kill me.
I heard a murmuring sound.  “Ugh…”
It sounded like…”H-Hello?”
“Draco!”  I couldn’t help but whisper.  “Draco, is that you?”
“Yes, Potter!”  He spat.  “Would you mind explaining to me why I am tied to a
bloody chair?!”
I snorted.  “So am I, you prat.”  I squinted.  “Can you see?”
I could almost hear his lips snap into a playful sneer.  “No, and whoever did
this is smart.  Everything is magically bound.  We can’t spell them off.”
I tried.  “You’re right.”  Then, I heard hard footsteps.
“Potter, if this is some bloody trick…”
I was quiet as the footsteps came near my chair.  “Draco?  Is that you?”  I
felt the warm breath against my forehead.  I was shaking.
“Harry?  I was going to ask you the same thing…” he whimpered.  “There’s
someone in front of me.”
I quivered, ashamed that I felt glad not to be alone in this.  “Me too.”  I
said in a hushed voice.  I had a hunch, but that was all.  A miniscule hunch of
who would dare toy with both of us. 
The breath was playing on my ear—that’s when I knew he was about to whisper
something to me.  I beat him to it.
“Severus.”  I said in a hushed whisper. 
The man chuckled.  “Not quite, Mister Potter.”  I felt the blood shoot straight
to my prick.
“Lucius.”  I muttered, no longer shaking with fear, but with anticipation.
“Father?”  Draco muttered, holding in his breath.
“Do not worry, my Dragon.  We’re just having some fun after last night, aren’t
we Severus?”  Lucius said, his voice dripping with sex.
“Oh, yes.”  I heard Severus hiss.  I couldn’t help but moan at his voice.  It
sounded like a plead, but I was too horny to care.
“Severus.  It’s you.”  I said aloud, without a thought.  It’s so unlike me, to
blurt something out like that.  But the man’s voice was just so damned
enticing. 
I heard him chuckle once, then go silent.
“God…you look absolutely delicious saying his name like that.”  I heard the low
rumble of Lucius’ voice in my ear.  I gasp as he licks my ear.  “Fuck.”  I
whimper, slicing the cold air.
Even Draco gasped at my crudeness.
The lips move to my cheek, and a tongue glides across my neck.  “I wonder,
Harry…” he says, ghosting the words before my lips, “will you say my name just
as deliciously?” 
I muttered something incoherently before his lips were massaging my own.  It
felt warm.
I heard Severus growl as he claimed the pair of lips in front of his, as well. 
I knew that growl all too well—he was jealous. 
I kissed Lucius back, wrapping my lips around his tongue, jerking up my hips. 
I could feel his fingers lingering on my cheek, then through my hair. 
He parted from me, leaving me breathless.  “My my.  You seem quite eager for
me.” 
I heard Draco moan from his father’s voice, most likely.  I couldn’t help but
moan with him. 
“Lucius.”  I groaned.  I licked my lips, wanting more.  My skin felt cold
without him.
“Say it again…” the man whispered.  It was then I realized I was stark, for I
felt his hand graze my chest.
“Lucius…” I moaned.  I knew I wanted him.  I think he knew it, too.  “Please…”
“Oh…Severus-ah!”  I heard Draco squeal out.  It made me grow harder.
Lucius chuckled in my ear.  “Oh…Harry, if only you could see your Severus and
my Dragon.”  He kissed my nipple, encircling it with his tongue.  “I must
admit…I’ve wanted to taste you for so terribly long.”
I whimpered.  Thoughts came across my mind—ones like, who knew I would be in
this situation? 
But they melted away after another delectable kiss from his mouth.  I muttered
his name inside his mouth, “Luc’us…” so that he would know I enjoy him. 
“Oh God, Lucius.”  I gasped again, after hearing him growl.  “Please…fuck me…”
I felt his mouth on the tip of my cock, giving it a lick.  “Yes…” he growled,
before pumping my cock, sucking at the tip.  I screamed out in pleasure,
wanting to run my hands through his silky hair. 
“Oh!”  I heard Draco whimpering just as loudly.  I felt uncontrollably turned
on from every whimper inside the room, every touch.
“Draco…I—”
Lucius sped up as I said Draco’s name, sucking harder.  I cried out, leaning my
head back with my mouth open.  “Oh!  So Good!”
“Mmm…so good…” Draco whimpered desperately, obviously being sucked by his
Godfather.
My cock throbbed in Lucius’ mouth after Draco spoke.  Lucius chuckled around my
length, pulling off once, muttering, “It seems that Harry is quitecharmed by
your voice, too, Dragon.”  He took my length down again—I almost came.  I
grunted in frustration.
I heard Severus chuckle as well, “Oh, yes.  Draco seems quite excited by
Harry’s voice as well.”
My heart leapt.  Oh Severus, I thought, wanting to kiss him.  I felt a hand
massaging my balls…I cried out again.
Draco whimpered, “Harry…are you—ung—close?”  His breathing sped.
I felt like my bones were ablaze with passion.  “Y-yes! I-I’m so…so close,
Draco.”  I licked my lips—it was all I could do.
“Say my name again, Harry.”  Harry, he said to me—just melted into my mind.  It
sounded so much better than Potter.
“Draco… -ah!  Draco! Fuck…”  I said, about to cum.  I could feel everything
shaking, my hips grinding against Lucius’ mouth.  I could tell how turned on he
was from me getting off from three men in the room—one of them being his son.
“Oh, fuck Harry.  I—I can’t…I’m going to…” Draco whimpered, gasping for air. 
“OhpleaseLucius…oh God…”  I whimpered before remembering Draco.  “Draco…cum
with me…need to hear your voice…”  I felt Lucius work his tongue into my slit,
dripping with pre-cum.  He went back to work on my cock, sucking on it, sucking
hard.  I didn’t know my cock could ever get that hard before that night.
Draco incoherently pleaded.  “Oh—Harry, I—I…Severus! Like that ohGod…”
I bucked into Lucius’ mouth, screaming words of my own.  “YES!  Yes…”  I
matched my own whimpers to Draco’s as I came into Lucius’ throat, again and
again.  The man gulped it all down, moaning as he did, milking my cock.
“Oh!”  I heard Draco whimper his last plead as he finished coming into Severus’
mouth. 
I let Lucius lick me clean—god, it felt amazing. 
My blindfold was taken off, and I could see clear enough.  I looked over to a
very flushed Draco—who seemed to be wearing a look of ecstasy.  He was so close
to me, and with that lopsided sated grin, I felt like I had to…
Before I knew it, both of us free of our bonds, I straddled him and kissed that
look off his face. 
“Draco…” I murmured, feeling captivated by his lips.  Merlin, he felt nice.   I
grabbed his hair as he kissed me back.
He moaned into my mouth.  “So good.”
I couldn’t help but agree.  “Mm.”  I was aware we were both still naked, but we
weren’t hard.  Kissing just seemed like the right thing to do, after coming
with each other, screaming out each other’s names.
His lips were warmer than his father’s.  I probed his mouth—I could taste his
cum.  Severus must have kissed Draco with the blonde’s precum.
I felt him wrap his arms around me.  I never knew it could be like this with
you, I thought, cradling his head with both my hands.  I knew it had to end
soon, but my lips wouldn’t stop.  Draco certainly wasn’t complaining, either.
I’d forgotten all about Lucius and Severus—and I was sure that Draco did, too. 
It was different with Draco.  I could feel the surprise between us—who knew
rivals would be so attracted to each other?  And Draco was so submissive—while
Severus was dominant, which I also admit…I like very much.
Draco is beautiful in a different way—did I just think of him as beautiful?—I
remember thinking, groaning the word ‘beautiful’ into his needy mouth.  We were
both so tentative at first, but now…
Now I could feel just how sensitive we could be, together or apart.  I heard
him gasp for air, and my lips rested on his nose after my forehead leaned
against his.
He breathed heavily, not opening his eyes.  I heard him breathe my name again. 
“Harry.”
“Draco…” I murmured back.
Then, it was a question.  “Harry?”
I opened my eyes and turned my head.  “Oh fuck.” 
Lucius and Severus were kissing so passionately, they appeared to be having a
loving battle for dominance.  And the way they were standing, taking hold of
each other—it was captivating.
I felt Draco’s length harden slowly.  I looked back at his flushed face—his
swollen lips.  I actually remember being proud for making him look like that. 
So wanton.
I licked my lips, planting one more kiss onto him. 
We heard the two older men moaning loudly, grunting.  I felt my prick get
harder again—which surprised me greatly.  I was sure I was completely spent
after my cock was taken by Lucius’ skilled tongue…
The two men parted from each other, gasping for breath.  Lucius looked at us,
raising an eyebrow, smirking wickedly. 
“We couldn’t help but indulge after the way you claimed each other in such a
helpless way.”  Lucius said.
Severus agreed, looking into Harry’s eyes.  “Yes, it was quite…enticing, if I
may say so.”
That velvet-like voice hit me hard.  I closed my eyes, and opened them again
slowly, savoring the sweet sound.
Severus seemed to notice.  “Harry—I have much to show you.”
I licked my lips, “I know.”  Show me.  I thought, as if drenched in heat,
willing to succumb again and again.
His eyes were hot for me—I could see it.  Coal black, and absolutely stunning,
that gaze was possessive, loving, and understanding. 
I could tell he knew what I felt, the way he was looking at me.  The way only
hecould take me fully.  But Draco was different, just like Lucius was
different.
I had to look back at Draco, who had silver eyes, lit like fire was behind
them.  “I—I…”  I need you, I thought when I looked at Draco.
Severus smirked at us.  “I understand.  I only meant to warn you, so you can
mentally prepare.”  He turned to Lucius.  “At the moment…I seem to have lost
myself by a very handsome blonde.”  And with that, Lucius almost cut Severus
off by the force of his kiss, moaning like I hadn’t seen the man do before.
God, it was so fucking beautiful.
But Draco put his thumb and forefinger on my chin, turning me back to him.
“Not so fast, Potter…”  The way he whispered my last name sent shivers down my
spine.  I could hear the undertone of his words: You’re mine now.
It was silly, but it reminded me of our boyish days of dueling and Quidditch.
I chuckled a little, giving into his kiss after saying, “As you wish, Malfoy.”
His tongue made its way into my mouth, sensually.  I thrusted my own into his,
again and again. 
I wanted him to know I needed him. 
“Merlin, I like you.”  The words were so sure, so quiet, I wondered who said
them in the heat of our kiss. 
I then realized it was me.  Draco bucked his hips, grinding his cock against
mine.
“You have no idea,” he ground his teeth together, trying not to lose control,
“how much I fancy you, do you Potter?”
I felt my hips jerk involuntarily.  “Show me,” I breathed.
He whimpered out—oh sweet Merlin, how erotic his whimpers were—just before he
grabbed my cock and tugged.  “So perfect…” I heard him say. 
My forehead involuntarily rested against his as he started to pump my cock
slowly.  I reached out with my hand, running my fingers through his hair.  I
pulled the hair on the back of his head, exposing his throat.  I could see his
Adam’s apple bob as he gulped, staring half-lidded at me.
I began to kiss his neck, his throat, his collarbone—everywhere.  His hand was
still on my cock, moving in quick jerks, as if he was in ecstasy.  But it
wasn’t time for that yet.
A moment after I licked and sucked on his right nipple, barely nibbling at it,
he grabbed my waist.  He was strong—this I knew.  Although, I didn’t quite
expect him to lift me up and carry me over to a bed.  I didn’t question how it
got there, who transfigured it, or where Severus and Lucius were at the
moment. 
I was too preoccupied with my ex-rival.
He threw me onto the bed, lying on top of me.  I remember moaning loudly at his
strength—how much it turned me on.  How much I wanted to fuck him.
I could see it in his eyes: he wanted me to fuck him. 
He told me anyway in a hushed whimper near my left ear, “Will you…” Fuck me up
the arse?  I thought, finishing his sentence, as if it neededfinishing.
I looked into his steamy, bright blue eyes.  I could tell he was nervous from
the way he was pinking at his cheeks. 
It made me question just how long he’d wanted this.  Wanted…me.
I gave him a lopsided smile, pushing some hair out of his eyes.  His breathing
seemed to calm down a bit, so I kissed him in response to his unfinished
question.  When my lips pressed against his, this time, I made sure he knew how
much I wanted him.  I heard him moan, saying Harry between kisses, jerking his
hardened prick against mine.
Merlin, I wanted him so bad.  He’s perfect, but not in the way that Lucius or
Severus are perfect.  They’re incomparable, but all so delectable…
And the other men were the last thing on my mind as I was flopping Draco over
onto the mattress, pinning his hands to the bed with mine.
I looked up at him, letting my tongue trail its way down his fit stomach.  I
stopped at his naval, giving it a thrust with my tongue.  He looked at me
wildly, with his hair deliciously tousled.  His cheeks were flushed, and his
eyes were glazed over with desire.  It was the complete opposite of how he’d
always looked to me—not a hair out of place, and always a pompous arse. 
Merlin, his arse.
Maybe I’d wanted him when we were rivals, too, come to think of it.
That was my exact thought as I swirled my tongue around the tip of his prick
continuously, sliding it tenderly into the slit. 
I watched him clench the sheets and bite his lower lip, moaning.  I pumped him
with my hand as I said, “You taste brilliant…”  I believe he was too stunned
for words.
I opened my mouth, wrapping my lips around his swollen cock, moving down.  I
wanted the whole thing.
I could hear him moan Harry...oh fuck!  Yes!
I moaned around his cock, causing him to vibrate.  I knew from experience that
this sensation feels verygood.
I finally let him all the way into my mouth, deep down my throat.  I gagged a
little, pulled off, gasping for breath. 
But…the pulsing cock in front of me was so fucking delicious tasting.  So
erotically sweet. 
Before another thought could hit me I found myself sucking him again, grabbing
him by the waist, so he could get all the way inside.
I heard him gasp sharply, his hands gently pushing my brown hair, shaking.  I
could tell, he was trying to hold back—but I didn’t want him to. 
While I was sucking him, I reached up to his hand on the back of my head and
pushed it down harder.  He looked at me with feral eyes, as if his instincts
completely overtook him. 
He let me suck him, bobbing up and down and licking the underside of his prick,
until he pulled me up by my hair off of his cock. 
“Now fuck me.”  He said, half-sneering, half-pleading. 
I muttered an incantation—the one Severus had used on me, had taught to me
shortly after.  Draco hissed at the cold sensation.  I chuckled, kissing him
deeply.
He bucked up against me.  “Just put it inside!  Please…”  He whimpered
shakily.  I gave him a grin. 
I held my swollen cock to angle it—Merlin, I was harder than I realized—and I
slowly pushed in. 
Draco bit his lip again, looking at me.  I slid in further.  His hole felt so
tight…I felt so fucking alive.  My cock almost exploded when his muscles
squeezed around me.  But I gritted my teeth and kept pushing in, until…
“Aw, yeah…oh Draco…”  I said it in a husk; my voice was deeper than normal. 
He wrapped his legs around my back, gasping, “Move…now…”
I pulled halfway out and pushed in, letting out a heavy gasp, it felt so good. 
I did it again, but faster this time.  “Oh God…”
Draco pushed the back of my head down as I slammed back into him needily.  I
let him kiss my open mouth as I was gasping.  I felt myself slide in deeper, at
a different angle. 
He whimpered even louder, crying out, “Harry faster, fuck…deeper!”
We shared oxygen as my hips jerked involuntarily.  He whimpered at every
thrust, trying to say my name so desperately…only getting one syllable out with
each breath.  He wrapped his arms around my back, clawing into it.  “Yes,” I
hissed into his ear, thrusting into him harder, hitting his prostate again and
again.
“P-please!  O-oh Har-ry!”  He managed to say, clenching around my cock. 
I couldn’t control my thrusts anymore.  My mind had melted, I was convinced.  I
mumbled into Draco’s mouth, Draco I’m…  He held me in place, and I held him. 
Like intimate, feral fucking, we clung to each other hard at each deep thrust.
I felt my eyes roll back, then he whispered into my ear, even licking my
earlobe.  He said, “I want your cum in me, Harry.” 
I heard myself scream Draco!  And I felt the man beneath me tighten up,
clenching my cock as I pounded him relentlessly.  With my arse pounding him at
full force, I came violently—I felt blinded, seeing a white light as Draco’s
hole milked my cock.
I heard Draco’s guttered moan as he held me down inside of him, coming in
thick, long streams all across our chests.  He gave me a climactic
kiss—whimpering and whimpering.  Merlin, I loved it.
Our mouths were hot and wet, as were our bodies, as we both lied naked and
connected to each other. 
I looked into his eyes, and he had this expression: like he couldn’t believe
this was real.  It was like he was still in shock. 
Given our history, I couldn’t blame him, but we were far past that. 
I kissed his forehead, looking at him after.  “Draco…Merlin, you’re fucking
brilliant.”
He smiled and blushed, “R-really?”  He whispered lowly.
“Shh,” I put a finger on his lips, and whispered in his ear.  “You’re so…so
fucking beautiful.  I’ve never cum that hard in my life.”
Hopefully Severus couldn’t hear, then again, I was so sated I didn’t
particularly care.
All that mattered was Draco’s passionate kiss that completely swept me away.
I fell deeply, even as I pulled out of him and cleaned us off, I could feel
myself falling deeper and deeper…
~~2~~
Harry, I heard in my dream. 
Who is that?  I thought.
My eyes cracked open to find a very handsome blonde sleeping next to me. 
Sleeping?  Then who said…
I felt an arm pull me closer.  Severus, I thought.  He appeared to be
sleeping—I smiled at him.  Dreaming of me?
And, sure enough, Lucius was right next to Draco, being held by his Dragon.
I felt so secure with his lips at my back, and his arm around my waist, that I
let sleep take me once more, just after I realized that I was holding Draco
just as closely.  Nothing could pry us apart in that tender moment.
I had no idea how this raging demon within me was withheld for so long—
I always knew my façade as the Boy Who Lived was shite, utter shite—
How could I have lived so long repressing this part of my soul?
I slept with a grin playing on my lips,
So fucking relieved:
My soul had clawed its way free of those boyish chains of innocence,
Thank fucking Merlin…
And with that thought,
The legend of Harry Potter left my mind
Without a single trace.
 
***** The Eager Demon: Part Three *****
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I was the first to wake up the next day, whatever the bloody hell time it was.
I yawned and stretched out of bed, trying to be as quiet as possible.  Then, I
went to the kitchen, preparing bacon, scrambled eggs, toast with butter, and
tea for everyone.  I was quite fast at cooking all this—an acquired skill from
being enslaved at the Dursleys.
The only skill, more like.
I took a sip of tea, staring at the breakfast I made.  I remember setting the
tea down on the table, sighing, then making myself a plate.
I sat down, and immediately afterward, I felt two hands cover my eyes without
smudging my glasses, of course.  I chuckled a little.  It has to be Draco, I
was convinced. 
I took the hands from my face, kissing one of them.  “Hey, you.”  I nibbled on
one of his fingers.
I felt his hot breath hit my ear, “You and Draco made quite the display last
night, Mister Potter.”  He paused, “And this breakfast looks exquisite—but I
doubt it will be as delicious as you.”
I spun around.  “Lucius.”  He had the same soft hands as his son’s.  Funny, how
they could have similar traits, but underneath it all, they were so undeniably
different.
He hummed in my ear, catching my lips with his own.  It was very chaste, and I
wanted more. 
Lucius chuckled once at my small whimper of delight.  He gave me his lips
again, but only for a few more seconds. 
I looked at him—he was eating some eggs.  I grinned and turned back to my
plate.
“Are Sev and Draco still sleeping?”  I said between mouthfuls. 
Lucius rolled his eyes and wiped a piece of egg from my mouth, eating it for
himself.  He closed his eyes, as if he was relishing the moment.
I snacked on some bacon as I waited for his reply. 
Finally, he said, “Draco and Severus will be out shortly, but I wanted some
time alone with you.”  I swallowed my bacon whole as he stepped closer.
I stood up, pushing my chair in.  “Oh?”  I asked devilishly.
“Quite,” he whispered before licking my lips, snaking his tongue into my
mouth.  He kisses so differently than either Severus or Draco, I remember
thinking, just as I moaned in approval.
He ran an elegant hand through my tousled bed-hair, sneaking it down my body. 
I wrapped my arms around his neck, feeling the length of his long blonde hair. 
“Lucius…” I murmured into his mouth when he grabbed my buttocks with both
hands.
He pushed me up against the table and kissed his name off my lips.  “My Dragon
will want to see you shortly, Harry.”  Harry, my name rang inside my mind.  It
sounded so beautiful when Lucius said it—so charming, and so perfect.
I kissed him again for good measure, parting after a minute or two.  He traced
the contours of my cheekbones intimately. 
“Lucius…I want to see Draco as well, but when can you and I spend more time
together?”
Lucius looked at my eyes and grinned lopsidedly.  “Sooner than you may think,
Mister Potter.  I must tend to Severus.”  He grabbed another plate, filling it
with eggs and some bacon.  “I will bring this to him.”  And with that, he left
to the bedroom.
I walked to the restroom, deciding to brush my teeth.  When I came back out, I
was surprised to see Severus standing there. 
“Sev—” I started before he cut me off with a gruff kiss, tasting my mouth.  It
felt like he wanted to devour me, and I loved it. 
I did the same to him, showing tenderness and care.  Breathlessly, I said,
“Fuck.”
“Later,” he grunted.  “I had to see you, Harry.”  He kissed me again, quieting
me. 
I had to say something.  “I want you.  So much.”  I said it so only he could
hear, just in case we weren’t alone.
He traced my lips with a finger.  “As I want you.  We will have time together
soon, I promise you.”  He paused.  “Breakfast was delicious.”  He added. 
Did Severus Snape just give me a compliment?  I blushed. 
“Thanks, Sev.  I wanted you to like it.”  I said quietly. 
He must have realized he complimented me at this point—his cheeks were of a
rosy tint.  I ran my fingers through his hair, kissing his neck.  I found I
liked it when he blushed for me.
“I…you and Lucius looked so…” I licked my lips, “captivating last night.”  I
murmured against his neck. 
Snape hummed in approval.  “You and Draco were an absolutely delicious sight. 
You must go to him.”  He kissed me once more, “But after Lucius has his time
with you…you’re mine.”
I closed my eyes and shivered.  “Yours,” I repeated, “all yours, Severus.”
He kissed my hand with care, and then left the room. 
~~2~~
I brushed my teeth again—for Draco.  This was going to be my time with him, and
him alone.
I sat down in the study.  For the hell of it, I transfigured the couch adjacent
to me into a bed.
“Ahem.”  I heard it faintly.
I turned to Draco, standing upright.  He grinned at me warmly.
“Quite presumptuous, Potter.”  He said without his typical sneer.  I felt
caught inside his gaze.  “Breakfast was exquisite.  Thank you.”
I smirked and laughed.  “A Malfoy thanking me?”  I walked toward him.  When I
was in front of him I purred, “To what do I owe the pleasure…”
The blonde licked his lips and took my hand in his, intertwining our fingers.
I traced his jawline, watching him shiver, inhaling.  He spoke softly, “I woke
up today…thinking yesterday might have been a dream.”  He looked down at our
hands.
I creased my brows and lightly shook my head.  “Come sit with me.”  I gestured
to the bed.
He nodded, not letting go of my hand—as if I would slip away…
Could slip away.  My heart skipped at that impossible thought.
There was no way I could leave—not Draco, and certainly not Lucius or Severus.
They’re all too fucking brilliant.
I looked at him: once my enemy, someone I’d always wanted to hate, but
really…couldn’t.  I’d always wondered what it would have been like if I’d been
in Slytherin.
He looked up at me.  I asked him, “Draco—I…I’m not the best with words, but,
you…I’ve always cared about you, in one way or another.”  And it was true.  I
cared what he thought of me.  I cared when he was too brave to talk to me when
I caught him tearing up in a deserted bathroom.  I even cared—cringed for
him—when Hermione punched him in the face.
He perked up, “Really?”  Really, I thought. 
I nodded, cupping his left cheek.  He leant into my touch.  I spoke again. 
“Honestly.  Part of it had been jealousy…then I realized I liked your
attention.”  Similar to Severus’ attention in Potions, I almost added.  No, I
have to make this about Draco—not anyone else.
He looked off to the side, as if he didn’t believe me. 
“That day, when I saw you…in the bathroom,” I said softly, “I didn’t want to
fight you at all.”
He looked into my eyes—he looked so boyish and innocent.  He’s a completely
different person than he was during the war.
“I wanted to comfort you, but I was too scared, Draco.  I wanted to make sure
you were alright.”  I stopped for a second, massaging his hand in my own. 
“I’ve never forgiven myself for what I did to you.”
He looked at me, stunned, with his mouth agape.  “You saved me, P-Harry!”  He
shook his head, as if to clear it.  “In the room of requirement.”  He added
softly.
I nodded.  “And you—I mean—you’ve saved me.  In some of the most frightening
moments of your life, you saved me anyway.”  I grazed his cheek with my
fingers, watching him inhale.  “You didn’t tell them it was me.  The other
Death Eaters, when they asked you who I was.  And Merlin, Draco.  You gave me
your bloody wand in front…” I stopped, sighing.  I didn’t want to get into all
that again.
I didn’t really know what I was doing, or why I felt the need to tell Draco all
this. 
Draco must have noticed.  “I know.  I know…Harry.”  He took my hand in his and
kissed it.  “I…”  He stopped, smirking at me.  I cocked my head to the side.
 “I think you’re adorable.”  Draco pinched my flushed cheek.
I laughed and blushed harder.  I looked down at his lips.
He must have noticed—how could he not have?
Out of nowhere, it seemed, he embraced me, holding on for dear life, it seemed.
 
His arms were tight around my back as he breathed into my ear, “I’ve wanted to
tell you for so long…so god damned long…that you’re…you’re beautiful, Harry
Potter—”
Whatever he was going to say next, I didn’t give him the chance to voice.  I
took his lips gruffly, teasing my tongue against his, just enjoying the
vibration of his surprised moans against my mouth.
I held him in place, sucking in his breath, devouring his mouth.  His hands ran
through my hair, prying me apart by force—just enough to say breathlessly: “So
fucking beautiful—”
I moaned into his mouth, forcing him back onto the bed.  Straddling him, I
pinned him down.  His bulge was prominent against my own—I thrusted against
him.
He whimpered deliciously.  “Oh God!” 
“Draco,” I murmured.  “Oh, Draco.”  I felt him grow hard against my leg.
He whimpered out again deliciously.  “H-Harry.”  He paused to look into my
eyes.  “L-let me taste you.  Please…”  It was all said in a whisper.  I didn’t
have to be asked twice, that’s for bloody certain.
I kissed him and murmured, “I…want you to suck me…” 
He pushed me back on the bed, as if he couldn’t take it anymore.  He dragged my
pants down so fast I could see the fire in his eyes. 
Then he looked at my boxers, slowly dragging them down, too.  I hissed when my
cock hit the cold air, springing up, begging for attention—as if it needed to
beg.
Draco looked as if he were about to drool, but instead he smirked and looked at
me with those fiery eyes, grabbing my cock.
“Oh Mer-lin.”  I whimpered.  I couldn’t control myself.  And Draco must have
chanted an incantation as well, because both of us were stark.
Before he started sucking me, he toyed with my balls with his hand, bringing
himself up to suckle my left nipple.
“Mmm,” he moaned, nibbling at the tender skin. 
My body arched on impulse when he started to stroke my cock.  “D-raco…” I
breathed unevenly.
His tongue dipped in and out of my belly-button erotically.  “God you taste
good.”
I looked down at him.  My cock needed attention.  “P-please, Draco.”  I put a
hand on his well-kempt blonde hair.  He looked up at me and smirked.
His hair felt so soft—and his skin, too.
“As you wish, Potter.”  He smirked almost evilly before taking my entire length
in his mouth and throat.
“Ohmygod!”  I breathed loudly as his wet, hot mouth engulfed my cock as if he
were sucking on a popsicle.
And he moaned around it—Merlin, that felt nice.
My hand was shaking in his hair as he bobbed his head up and down.  His tongue
was licking the underside of my prick, moving in ways I hadn’t thought
possible. 
“Draco-ohmyfuckinggod!”  I breathed again, not sure if I was talking
coherently.
He pulled off, taking deep breaths, licking the precum from his lips.  He was
stroking me hard, looking me in the eyes.  He spoke, “You know what I want.”
I swear I almost came. 
My breathing picked up.  “Draco!”
He didn’t stop stroking me—he just looked at me, waiting for my reply.
“Draco…I…”  My voice whimpered—I was almost ashamed of how vulnerable I felt.
The shame disappeared as he kissed my trembling lips, taking hold of my cock
and angling it.  I tasted my precum in his mouth.
His lips moved against mine, “Tell me, Harry.”
I felt myself gulp.  I was so fucking hard, and I could feel Malfoy reposition
himself on top of me.  “Tell me,” he seethed desperately.  His eyes were so
intensely genuine.
I grunted.  “You…I want my cock in your arse…wanna be inside you…”  My lips
ghosted underneath his shakily.
“Good,” he said, lifting his arse and angling my prick.  “Because I want to
fuck your cock.” 
I screamed out in satisfaction as he took my whole cock in his arse, sitting on
top of me.  At what point he spelled lubricant on my cock, I haven’t a clue.
“Fucking hell,” I screamed, “I…I’m…”
Draco smirked wildly, putting a finger on my lips.  “Not yet.” 
I watched him as he slowly brought himself up, then slammed hard onto my cock
again, hitting his prostate. 
He cried out, biting his lip afterward.  “Fuck!”
All I could do was moan and watch him do the same motion again, with his eyes
pinched shut.
Then he looked at me.  He licked his lips and gave me the most feral look I’d
ever seen on his face.
“Ride me, Draco.”  I screamed as best I could.  I bucked up my hips.
He held me in place, lifting himself up again.  He never took his eyes off me
as he started to ride my cock faster.  I could feel how much he wanted it from
the way his arse was clenching my prick…I almost lost control.
I grabbed his hips, not able to hold still any longer.  “Draco!”  I yelled,
pounding myself inside him, meeting each of his thrusts.
His hair was in front of his face messily, and he had to put his hands face
down on the bed on both sides of me for leverage.  “Fuck!  Oh, fuck!”  He
whimpered so beautifully.
He rolled his hips onto me, chest glistening with sheen sweat, nipples hard as
rocks.  I panted as I watched him fuck my cock, eyes rolling into the back of
his head when his prostate was hit, unable to whimper coherently.  I fucked him
so hard.
His cock was bobbing up and down, slapping my chest.  I grabbed it and stroked
him hard.
He cried out loudly, incoherently. 
The way he pushed down on me after that made me lose all my wits.  “Yes!  Oh
Draco…”
He looked at me again, “Harry…I…”
I returned his gaze, still pounding his hole.  “Cum for me, Draco.  Please.”  I
whimpered, right before I took his cock and stroked it harder and faster in my
hand.
He fell completely undone, screaming my name, grabbing my shoulders for
support.  He came in thick streams of white cum, his back arched, still
grinding against me.
I milked his cock, feeling my own desire hit its limit.
“HARRY,”he grunted, biting onto my shoulder as he came.
“Draco,” I whimpered.  I shook underneath him, vibrating and coming deeply.  
“Give me all of it, damn it…” he husked into my ear.
I cried out his name again, clutching onto him with my fingernails on his back,
my cock shooting streams again and again inside him.
“Oh my god, Draco…” I whispered, still trying to catch my breath, lying
underneath him.
He smiled lazily at me.  I grasped the back of his blonde hair and kissed him
without holding back.
When we finally parted, I pushed some of his hair out of his eyes.  I could
feel his heartbeat against my chest—the same as mine.
He gently pulled off of my cock, summoning a blanket to keep us from the cold
air.  He scooted next to me, facing me, intertwining our bodies.  We just
stayed like that, studying each other’s facial features.
“You’re wonderful.”  I told him, draping my right leg over his left playfully.
He chuckled softy and blushed.  “The way you screamed my name was mind-
blowingly hot.”  He batted his eyes sarcastically. 
“Oh, you prat.”  I bantered back, pushing more hair out of his eyes.  I was so
content with him.  “Can we just stay like this?”  I thought aloud.
He pulled me closer, pressing his forehead against mine.  “Mmm…yes, Harry.”
“Draco.”  I breathed, closing my eyes, slowly drifting off. 
We stayed like that for a good amount of time afterward.
***** The Eager Demon: Part Four *****
 Severus & Lucius
He looked utterly delectable.  It had been so long since I’d seen him
naked—years, in fact—before a few nights ago.
He stalked toward me, half-hard already.  His long blonde hair was let down at
the sides.  I involuntarily stepped closer, carding my fingers through his
silky, well-kempt hair.
What must he think of me, after all these years?
It had been so long…
His molten grey eyes pierced me.  One of his fingers felt electric as it
brushed my chin, moving to my bottom lip.  I saw him mouth my name, but my ears
were closed—I chose not to hear him.  I just wanted to feel his touch, in that
delicate moment. 
I closed my eyes, sighing, opening them slowly.  Lucius was staring at me with
a peculiar look. 
“Alright, Severus?”  The blonde murmured.
“I…yes.”  I couldn’t tell him.  I almost did.
He gave me a small smile, tracing the outline of my jaw.  He didn’t ask what I
was going to say.
I was so fucking hard.
He hungrily eyed me—though, I am not much to look at—and I couldn’t help but
place a hand on his muscled chest.  I scratched him lightly, watching his
reaction.
He looked up at me with those bright grey eyes.  He took my hand quickly,
licking my fingers.  “I’ve missed you, Severus.”  He grunted, sucking on my
long fingers.  Merlin…
I moaned out of instinct.  It was always so…intimate with Lucius.  Like fire
upon fire.
I pulled my fingers out of his mouth slowly, stepping closer.  Grabbing a
handful of his blonde hair, I pressed my lips against his.  We were both
fighting for dominance—a heated battle between our mouths.  I sucked on his
tongue the way I wanted to suck on his hardened cock, now pressed against my
thigh.  Merlin, how I wanted it.
I heard him whimper, then growl, reclaiming my lips.  “Severus.”  He muttered,
before grabbing my hair and kissing me harder—somehow I ended up against a wood
door.  He grinded his cock onto mine once, teasing my tongue.
He parted from my mouth, rasping, “Do you remember…”  Lucius trailed off, with
a small mischievous smile on his face.
Was I smiling?  Only he knew.
“How could I forget?”  I answered back, kissing him again.  “You taste just as
delectable as you did then, Lucius.”  I whispered his name—unintentionally.  He
shivered against me.
“Severus,” he stared at me with that steamy gaze—the one I remember, engrained
into my memory.  He traced his fingers upon my chest.  “You were my first, you
know.”  He whispered into my ear gruffly, before capturing my mouth again.
I kissed him back ferociously—as if some part of me had lit fire—just parting
enough to say back, “You were mine as well…”  Who else would take me, and at
that age, with how I looked?
He could sense insecurity in my tone.  He always could—unlike anyone else.
Except…Harry?...
But Lucius was in front of me, captivating me once again, just like he had all
those years ago.  “Severus,” he purred my name, “I’ve always found you
attractive…”  He licked my nipple, surprising me.  I was hungry for his touch,
as if I’d been deprived.  Who was I kidding?  I’d been deprived for years.
He continued in his sultry voice, “..Irresistible…” He let his tongue glide
down my chest, always looking up at me.  “…and so utterly delicious.”  He
pushed me onto his bed, falling next to me.
“Have you…truly missed me?”  I heard myself say it.  I couldn’t take the words
back, unfortunately.  I sound like a mad school-girl with a crush.
But Lucius didn’t mock me.  Not that he ever had before. 
In fact, when he looked up at me, I found a rare tenderness in his eyes. 
Temporarily ignoring both of our urges to fuck, he moved up my body until we
were lying next to each other.
I felt uncertain.  The day prior, we fucked passionately, but perhaps…it wasn’t
much more than that to Lucius. 
Not that it means anything to me. I tried to convince myself, but it all
sounded bloody pathetic.
My thoughts were racing within that second it took for him to meet my gaze
again.
“Severus…” the handsome blonde murmured, drawing a calming circle on my chest. 
I held my breath for his next words.
He half-smiled.  “I’ve missed you nearly every day since we had to make
personal sacrifices…” his brows creased.  “You have no idea, do you?”
I cocked an eyebrow.  “What of?”  I know of sacrifice, that is certain.  I hid
that thought in my mind.
Lucius smiled, gently pressing his hand over my heartbeat.  “Of how much I care
for you.  Lust for you.”  He whispered it to me, in my ear—with that crisp,
cultured voice.  The one that made me hard in my robes as a lustful,
questioning school-boy.
I remember that day—Professor Binns was sleeping again.  Lucius was doing his
homework, chewing on the end of his quill.  He had the most delicate writing
I’d ever seen—and the way his tongue was flicking the end of the feather was
pushing me over the edge of sanity…
Then he heard me suck in a breath, trying to focus on anything but his lips.  I
looked down at my parchment, shakily scribbling up some meaningless jargon.  It
was then I decided to look back at him. 
He was biting his lip, looking down at my robes—his pupils were enlarged.  He
looked back at me and licked his lips.  I was sweating, breathing shallow
breaths.  I looked around—everyone else was preoccupied with their own
conversations.
Then…I felt something brush against my leg.  I looked over at Lucius again: his
hand was dangerously close to my covered erection.
“Wait—stop, Lucius!  I…I can’t—” I whispered harshly.
He shushed me quietly and grabbed my hand, pulling me to the door. 
No one noticed our exit—and into the Room of Requirement, we found much lust
for each other.
It had been so long since we’d shared romantic musings with one another.  How
much we sacrificed for a seat at the Dark Lord’s table…
He sighed in content, stroking my chest.  “Of course, there is Draco, and I
love him.”  I looked over at him, into his concerned eyes. 
He stroked his fingers through my hair.  “But you…Severus…I love you justas
deeply.” 
“I’m not asking you to love me—” I muttered.  I didn’t need his pity.
But he kissed me with his soft lips to quiet me.  He spoke again in a gruffer
tone, “I’ve loved you for a long time, Severus.  Honestly—even if you don’t
feel the same for me, I swear on my life that this is much more than sex to
me.  Please…”  I looked into his saddened gaze.
My voice—it was a hush of a whisper.  “Lucius…”  I took his hand and kissed it,
looking at him again.  “I apologize…it has been so very long since I’ve been
able to have feelings.”  I paused. 
“Severus—you don’t have to—”
I had to say it.  Pinching my eyes shut, I blindly muttered, “I…love you.  I…”
He cut me off, though, my mind was drawing a blank—especially with him so close
to me. 
He cupped my cheek, pressing his lips firmly against mine, moving slowly.  I
heard him whimper—bringing my erection back to life.
“Lucius…” I growled, kissing him back eagerly.  Our tongues moved against each
other frantically.
He groaned in my mouth.  “Let me show you how much I love you.”
I felt my nerves stand on end when he licked the tip of my cock, encircling it
with his tongue.
He smirked up at me and pushed me back toward the bed, crawling seductively
toward me.  “I want to taste you.”  He murmured, just before engulfing my prick
into his ready mouth.
I heard myself gasp wantonly—Merlin, that felt nice.  “Dear God…”
He moaned around my cock, looking up at me with hot eyes.  He sucked my cock as
if the world was ending.
“Fucking hell!”  I heard myself whimper, placing a hand on the back of his
head, as he continued to lick the underside of my erection.
He smiled up at me somewhat devilishly.  “Oh no—you can’t come just yet.” 
I panted, running my hands through his silky hair.  He crawled up towards me,
angling himself so that his cock would rub against mine.  We both groaned.
“Fuck, Lucius.”  I growled, “Ride my fucking cock.”  I was so hard; I didn’t
care about anything anymore but him and his arse.
He smirked, silkily muttering a lubrication spell, thank Merlin. 
I sucked in a breath as he grabbed my cock, looking straight at me.  His mouth
was parted and his eyelids were drooping a little.  I held his arse in place as
he started to push me inside him.
“Lucius…” I gritted my teeth—he felt so tight.  How it was possible, I haven’t
a clue, since we’d been fucking so hard before.
The blonde had the nerve to whimper and lick his lips as he pushed himself
further.  “S-Severus.  Oh God…”  He whimpered like an angel.
I ran one hand up his stomach—it was so smooth.  And he felt delicious. 
He closed his eyes as he pushed all the way down, adjusting to my size.  His
cock was a wine red colour in anticipation.  I decided to stroke it once.
His eyes snapped open at me.  He growled and jerked atop me.  “Fuck!”  He
hissed.
I smirked as I held his arse and thrust inside, watching his facial
expression—he looked as if he fell apart completely.  I thrusted up again, and
he dug his nails into my chest.  “You like that, Lucius?  Tell me.”  I thrusted
and kept my cock deep inside, touching his prostate.
He started to babble, “Please, Merlin please…”  Without pulling out of him, I
switched our positions.  I laid him back, his head on a pillow, while I was
atop him.  He spread his legs wide for me, just the way I enjoyed him.
He stared at me with large pupils, offering himself to me.  “Severus…fuck me.” 
He looked feral—like he’d kill me if I would wait any longer.
“As you wish.”  I murmured before pulling out and pushing back in quickly.  I
did it again, failing to keep my composure.
“For the love of Merlin, don’t stop…”  He babbled.  It was pushing me too far,
too fast…
I rocked into his arse, hitting that spot deep inside that was making him
whimper and sweat.  Our rhythm was always so very perfect. 
It was when he looked deeply into my eyes as I was thrusting faster, speeding
up, when he  said, “I love you, my Severus.”
I stopped for a moment, then took his cock and pumped it hard: again and
again.  “Lucius…I love you.  Come for me.”  I never stopped pumping inside of
him, not even as his legs pulled me closer toward him.
He gritted his teeth, “I want you to cum inside me.”  I couldn’t argue with
that.
As I pumped his large prick, I thrusted deeply inside of him.  He wrapped his
legs around me, and I felt his muscles squeeze my cock tightly.  He murmured
something incoherently and shot his hot, steamy cum all over my chest and
hand. 
“Lucius!”  I yelled out as my cock emptied itself inside him, shooting loads of
cum into his arse.  I collapsed on top of him, and he held me close as I
spasmed inside him. 
He gruffly grabbed the back of my hair and kissed me until I thought I had
died.
My cock felt sore—tender—but he wanted me inside him for a few moments longer. 
I stroked his cheek, kissing his plump lips, sucking the juices from his
mouth.  He fiercely kissed me back, letting me take control by tilting his
head.  Our hair messily intertwined as I finally pulled out of him, murmuring a
thorough cleaning spell.
His eyes were half lidded as he yawned at me.  He looked beautiful.
“…so beautiful.”  I said, without filter. 
He rolled on his side, stroking the length of my body, throwing a leg on top of
me.  “You are the beautiful one.”
I gulped, looking away.  He placed two fingers on my chin and kissed me.  I
kissed him back languidly, slowly.
“Shh,” he whispered in my ear.  “Stay.  We must rest.”
I smiled—I could feel myself smiling, just like I did those many years ago in
the Room of Requirement. 
He smiled back at me and pulled me closer, laying his head on my chest.  He
hummed, listening to my heartbeat.  I kissed the top of his head, burying my
nose in his hair.
I felt safe in my dreams that night. 
***** The Flashback: Lucius & Draco *****
Chapter Notes
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The Flashback
 
“Severus,” I whispered, after Lucius and Draco fell asleep. 
“Hmm?”  He murmured.
I bit my lip.  What an awkward question.  “Erm…”
Severus cast a silencing spell, “What’s the matter, Harry?”
He called me ‘Harry…’I thought, completely taken by this man.  Not that I could
completely admit it to myself at the time.
“Well…I was wondering…” I looked over at Draco and Lucius, about to speak, but
Snape finished my thoughts.
“…you want to know why they are lovers.”  It wasn’t a question.  I snapped my
gaze back into his dark eyes.  I nodded, “Yes.  I mean, isn’t it a bit
peculiar?  Hot—but peculiar?”
Snape snorted.  “Hot, indeed, Mister Potter.  Though, frowned upon.” 
I questioned, “Lucius didn’t…when Draco was young…”
Snape cut me off, “Of course not!  Lucius is no child molester!”
I creased my brow, “Then how?  You can’t tell me they just…fell in love?”  My
thoughts drifted at the end of my sentence.  I tried to imagine a father
falling in love with his son, or vice versa.  It seemed impossible to me, to
have that kind of tie with someone, then to change it.
Snape began to explain, “It isn’t what you might think, Harry.  Nothing was
easy during the war, as you know.”
I gasped with lassitude.  “Of course I know that you git.”
Snape smirked at the corner of his mouth, “Cheeky brat.”
I leaned in to kiss him, “Greasy dungeon bat.”  He kissed my cruel remark away.
That deep voice penetrated my dirty thoughts.  He sighed, “If you want to know,
Mister Potter, you will have to listen from beginning to end, without
interruption.  Are we clear?”  He looked at me seriously, as if I was about to
brew a bloody potion.
I nodded, wondering how long this would take.
“It started two years ago…”
 ~~LM/DM~~
 
Lucius and Draco
 
Lucius and Draco were never extremely close—Narcissa always took care of the
boy.  Lucius always had meetings, trying to maintain his status, keeping ties
bound between fellow Death Eaters.  He knew that when the Dark Lord rose again,
he would have no choice but to play his role. 
 
But, fast-forwarding to 1997, Lucius’ life was much different.  His poor
decision of joining a group that once started as a bunch of misfits and
outcasts, unfortunately, followed him like a bad shadow.  He remembered how
young Voldemort looked—he remembered being proud to wear his Dark Mark. 
 
What fools we all were, Lucius thought grimly.  He and Severus were forced to
stop seeing each other—ordered by none other than the Dark Lord himself. 
‘Lucius—you, of all people, need to expand your bloodline.  You have
pureblood!  Do not let it go to waste!’
 
It was then, Lucius knew he had made a mistake.  He knew that he could not
refuse Voldemort’s orders—what choice did he have?  He didwant a son, or
daughter, but he also wanted Severus.  He was heartbroken the day he married
Narcissa, who hadn’t a clue about his past.  He smiled through the wedding,
fucked her enough through the years to get himself by. 
 
Draco was born, and everything changed.  A little boy named Harry James Potter,
the same age as his boy, somehow weakened the Dark Lord—but Lucius knew this
wasn’t the end. 
 
And now…
 
Now he had to face the reality of his poor judgment—for following someone he
looked up to.  Severus and Lucius were addicted to dark magic—learning about
it, and feeling the power through their veins. 
 
Lucius was never sadder than the day Draco got his Dark Mark.  The Dark Lord
laughed after it was done, yelling ‘Crucio!’
 
Lucius had to stop himself from running to his son, to protect him.  He
couldn’t look at the sight.  He wanted to bow his head in shame, but instead he
had to smile, returning the Dark Lord’s evil grin.
 
Oh yes, Lucius Malfoy had many regrets.  Narcissa wasn’t fond of the idea of
Draco becoming a Death Eater, to say the least, but she possessed no power in
the situation.  How Narcissa had made it this long without getting the mark
herself, Lucius couldn’t say.  Though, he wouldn’t ever wish that upon her.
 
It was quite clear, between the two of them and Draco, that Lucius did not love
his wife.  She did not love him, either—not like she used to.  They agreed
that, if the war ends, they would get a divorce.  If not…well, they tried not
to think of what exactly would happen.
 
~~HP/SS~~
 
I sat there, wide eyed, “You mean you were addicted to Dark Magic!?”
 
Severus pinched the bridge of his nose, “You never were that bright, Potter. 
Yes, I was.  I was a fool.  Lucius was just as bad as I.”  He gulped, “Your
father tormented me.  At first, I used that as an excuse to learn Dark
Magic—for self-defense purposes.  But then…”
 
I listened, heartbroken that my own dad played a part in this.  “Yes?”  I
whispered.
 
He smirked grimly, “I never did anything to your father, not after Lily was so
obsessed with him.  She was my best friend, your mother…and I couldn’t hurt
her.  Instead, I wallowed in self-pity.  I joined a group of others who I once
thought were just like me.”  He lifted up his sleeve, to show his Dark Mark,
only slightly faded.  “To think that I have hurt so many, just to get this upon
my arm—it infuriates me now.”  He fumed.
 
I thought about what he said.  “You couldn’t have known, Severus.”  He looked
at me with confused eyes.  “I mean—not about Voldemort.  You might have known
there were consequences to using Dark Magic, but you need to give yourself a
break, Sev.”
 
Snape rolled his eyes at the nickname.  “Sev, eh?”  He snorted.  “How ironic,
that I sit here telling this to the Boy Who Lived.  Do you not realize that I
was the main cause of your beloved mother and father’s death?  If it had not
been for me—”
 
I already knew the story—Dumbledore had told me long ago.  I interrupted him,
“If it hadn’t have been for you, Severus,” I took his hands, “I wouldn’t even
be alive.  You were not the ‘main cause’ of my mother and father’s death. 
Voldemort killed them.  You did the right thing—Dumbledore told me, before he
died, that my father misplaced his trust.  Very much like you did once,
Severus, when you became a Death Eater.  Neither of you had bad intentions—but
both of you had consequences for poor judgment, if you can call it that.  Do I
also have to remind you, Severus Snape, of how many times you saved my arse
during school?”  I rubbed my hands over his.
 
Snape just sat there, with his head lowered to our hands.  He didn’t say
anything.  He gripped my hands, and took a breath. 
 
Finally, the man looked up at me.  “You give me far too much sympathy for the
mistakes I have made, Harry.  If I were you, I would never forgive me.”  He
said evenly.
 
I creased my brows and hugged the man tightly.  It was so sudden, he lost his
breath.  I felt him clutch onto me for dear life, it seemed, before we parted. 
 
I spoke, “I forgive you.  You are different now, Severus, and you are not
evil.  You are charming and sweet—” I slapped my hand over my mouth, blushing,
“I mean…”
 
Snape burst into thick laughter, only for a few seconds, “I think we both know
that is not true, Potter!”  He snorted again.
 
I laughed, “Yeah, yeah, believe what you want.  Anyway, you were telling me a
story.  Care to finish it?”  I quirked my brow.
 
He rolled his eyes, “Ah, yes.  Where were we?”
 
~~HP/SS~~
 
 
It was done.  Draco had the Dark Mark. 
 
But unfortunately, that was not the worst part.  Lucius and Draco kneeled
before the Dark Lord, alone with him, wondering why they had been summoned. 
Lucius still remembers his snake-like voice, and how proud the monster sounded
when he came up with an ‘idea’ for them.
 
‘Lucius…’  Voldemort turned, circling him, ‘As you know, I am very, very proud
of Draco.  However, I do see some room for improvement.  After all, he is a
boy.  Draco,’ he turned to the sixteen-year-old. 
 
‘Have you had sexual intercourse?’  Lucius almost choked—and Draco went paler
than he normally looked.  “No, my Lord.”
 
The Dark Lord laughed, ‘Ah!  You see, Lucius?  He is still a fragile boy.  He
needs your guidance.  You know as well as I do that Dark Magic does not work
well unless the caster has sinned.’  He seethed the last word. 
 
Lucius gulped.  He didn’t agree with that theory—that Dark Magic would work
better on those who have had sex, or killed.  It was a theory among pureblood
families, but the Dark Lord believed this without true evidence.  Nevertheless,
he nodded.  “Yes, my Lord.  I would be honored to help in any way I can.”
Voldemort laughed again, ‘Ah, you’re still one of my favorites, Lucius!  Ever
the dirty mind!’
 
Lucius quickly glanced at Draco, who was trying to stay still.  “Yes, my Lord. 
Thank you, my Lord.”
 
Voldemort seethed, ‘Then, you will perform the task?’
 
“Me, my Lord?  Surely—”
 
He was interrupted by Voldemort, ‘Yes, you, Lucius.  You are the only one I
trust to take his virginity—and it must be someone I trust who is also a
pureblood.  I would perform the task myself, if you would prefer.  His arse is
quite delicious.’
 
Lucius tried not to grimace, but instead smiled through his pain.  “Yes, I
agree, my Lord.  I accept this task.  When would you like me to complete this
task, my Lord?”  He couldn’t say ‘when should I fuck my son.’  Though, he knew
it was far better than Draco being fucked by the Dark Lord.  Anything would be
better than that, he thought.
 
The Dark Lord pondered, putting a hand to his chin, looking at Draco.  ‘Look at
me, my young Draco.’  He put a fingernail underneath Draco’s chin, lifting up
his gaze.  Draco’s expressions were completely masked.  Thank Merlin for
Severus’ occlumency lessons, Lucius thought. 
 
‘Young Draco, do you agree to this task?’ 
 
Without hesitation, Draco murmured, “Yes, my Lord.  I would be honored, my
Lord.”
 
Voldemort smiled—truly smiled.  Lucius always found it horrifying.  ‘Ah, very
good, Draco.  Just like your father, you are.  Remember—this will make you a
better wizard.  After this, you will be able to kill without hesitation. 
Lucius—I expect you to take him before the end of the month.’  He turned,
removing his nail from Draco’s chin.  He walked back to his chair, sitting
down. 
 
“Thank you, my Lord.”  Both blondes said in unison.
 
Voldemort grinned in satisfaction, with devil-like eyes, ‘And I don’t have to
remind either of you—I expect each of your memories to be hand-delivered to
me.  For my…records.’  He chuckled menacingly. 
 
Both Lucius and Draco forced a smile, Lucius speaking, “Of course, my Lord,
anything for you.  Thank you, my Lord.”
 
Draco followed, “Thank you, my Lord.”
 
Voldemort waved his hand, gesturing for them to stand.  ‘Now now—that is all. 
Flee from my sight!’
 
~~HP/SS~~
 
“BLOODY FUCKING HELL!” I yelled, thanking Merlin for that silencing charm
Severus casted earlier. 
 
Snape was shaking his head, “Harry—”
 
I interrupted, “Oh no.  No.  That is…”
 
Severus snarked back, “Do not dare finish that sentence!  Remember, they are
still together.  They found love, through all the madness.”
 
I redeemed myself, “That’s not what I meant.  I still think that part is hot. 
But…being ordered to do it?  It’s mad!”
 
Severus sighed, “Indeed.  Shall I continue, or are you going to throw another
fit?”
 
I sat there silently, wondering what he was about to tell me next.
 
~~HP/SS~~
 
Lucius and Draco apparated back to the Malfoy Manor.  Narcissa stood up
immediately from her chair, hugging Draco, and kissing Lucius on the cheek. 
She did still care for him, after all.
 
“Boys!  Well, how was it?”  She said, very worried.
 
Both men looked as pale as white paper.  They looked at each other, then away
from each other.  Draco blushed a little.  Lucius cleared his throat. 
 
Narcissa crossed her arms, “Was it Crucio?  Imperius?  What was it?  What
happened, darlings?”  She said, tears starting to form in her eyes.
 
Draco shook his head, “I can’t do this.”  He ran upstairs into his room.
 
“Draco!  Draco, wait!”  Narcissa called after him.  Lucius put his hand on her
arm, “Darling—I think you should sit down.”  He said in the quietest voice
she’d ever heard from him.
 
She sat across from him, “I don’t understand.  Tell me what is going on!”  She
got a tissue from her dress pocket.
 
Lucius sighed.  “I will show you the memory—I don’t think I can speak the words
aloud, love.  I am so sorry.”
 
Narcissa raised her eyebrows.  “Very well.  Legilimens.”
 
She saw everything, from beginning to end.  And Lucius didn’t leave out a
single detail, not even the Dark Lord fawning over Draco’s arse.
 
When she pulled out of the memory, she put her shaking hand over her mouth,
bolting to the washroom.  “I’m going to sick up—”
 
And Lucius didn’t blame her one bit.
 
~~LM/DM~~
 
It had been a few days, and Lucius knew that he and Draco had to make
progress. 
 
Lucius knocked quietly on the door, “Draco?  Love?”  He opened it, to find his
son staring at the floor.
 
“Don’t call me that!”  He spat, unable to look at his father.
 
Lucius closed the door, and sat next to him.  “Draco—my son.”  He finally got
Draco’s gaze, looking at him with tears in his eyes.  “I didn’t—I couldn’t—” 
Lucius let the tears fall down his cheeks.  Draco’s eyes widened.  He’d never
seen Lucius cry—not even after a bout of Crucio curses.
 
“Father?”  He asked softly.  Lucius, without warning, wrapped his arms around
his son.  Draco held him back, sighing of relief.  He hadn’t hugged his father
in…how long had it been?  Years, that he knew.
 
Lucius sobbed into Draco’s neck.  “My son…please, I am so sorry.  I will not
ask you to forgive me.  This is all my fault!  All my fault!  And that
monster!”
 
Draco rubbed Lucius’ back in calming circles.  He had no idea Lucius felt this
way—he played his role so well, sometimes Draco thought he liked killing, or
doing tasks for the Dark Lord.  But he was beginning to realize…he might not
know the man at all.
 
“Shh, it’s okay.”  Draco said, attempting to comfort the man.  Lucius hugged
him tighter, “I will not let him…but it’s no use.  There’s no way out of it, is
there?”  He broke the embrace to look at Draco.
 
Draco shook his head, “It’s…our only choice.  And I’m not letting that bastard
fuck me.”
 
Lucius quirked a smile, then frowned of disgust.  “We can’t let that happen.”
 
Draco took a breath, trying to decide how to move forward.  He knew what he had
to do.  This was his task, and if he failed…the alternative was much worse than
death.
 
Draco licked his lips, “Let’s just…pretend that we’re other people.  I mean, we
can’t cast glamours.  We have to give our memories to him.  But we can pretend,
right?” 
 
Lucius nodded, sniffing.  “I suppose so.”  He looked down.
 
Draco’s hands were shaking, but he knew this had to happen.  The end of the
month wasn’t that far away. 
 
Lucius was about to stand to leave the room—to give Draco his space, but Draco
but a hand over his.  “Wait.”
 
Draco put a hand on Lucius’ cheek.  “Close your eyes.”  He whispered.  He
studied the man’s features for a moment, as he pinched his eyes shut.  He
didn’t look old, not really.  His long blonde hair was always something Draco
admired—maybe not in a sexy way—but the idea was growing on him. 
 
He didn’t feel that repulsed as he leaned forward, breathing in his father’s
scent.  He smelled quite nice, actually, of sandalwood and clean musk.  Draco
closed his eyes, pressing his lips firmly to the ones in front of him.  He
kneaded the flesh with his lips.
 
Lucius tried not to think about who was kissing him.  He began to kiss back,
very slowly.  Draco moaned, which surprised both of them.  Lucius did the same
sort of kiss again, eliciting the same reaction. 
 
Draco was shocked at his own responses—he tried to tell himself that this was
happening because he’s only kissed Pansy—which was awful.  Maybe he liked men,
yes, that had to be it!
 
Draco moaned again—which almost made him jerk back in reflex, but Lucius
gripped the back of his head.
 
Lucius then realized he was getting too…involved in the kiss.  He parted from
Draco, opening his eyes.
 
The boy looked deliciously flushed in his cheeks, which he always admired in a
lover. 
 
“How-I mean-are you okay?”  Draco asked, a little breathlessly.  He hated
himself for it. 
 
Lucius cleared his throat, “Yes, quite alright.”  He leaned in next to Draco’s
ear, “That was such a Slytherin move, Draco…and such amazing kisses.”  Lucius
knew he’d gone too far with that comment, but what he said was true.  Draco was
a good kisser.
 
Draco hated his erection.  He hated himself.  But…he liked that breath on his
ear.  He liked the fleeting touches of a man’s skin against his own.  He
enjoyed the man’s long fingers grasping his, his soft mouth swallowing his
moans. 
 
“Thank you, father.” 
 
~~LM/DM~~
 
There were three days until the end of the month.  Lucius and Draco had made
much progress—but there was still one thing left to do. 
 
Lucius had no doubt they could perform a heated session by now.  Actually, it
had been a lot easier than he anticipated.  Draco was…a fantastic lover.  At
first he hated himself for that thought.  It was sick, he said to himself.  But
Draco was captivating.  And when they talked about their feelings, Draco
admitted everything to him.  He said he loved him. 
 
To find any kind of love during this war…perhaps it was better than none at
all. 
 
Draco also admitted, he hated himself.  But he and Lucius made an agreement:
they were forced to do this.  They could not afford to block their feelings for
one another.  Instead, they would treat their father-son bond as romantic.  A
turn-on, they agreed, something kinky instead of something considered so vile
and unnatural.  After all, they did like kissing each other.  Among other
things.
 
Draco, in particular, liked the taste of his father’s cum down his throat.
 
And when the time finally came, neither man was nervous.  Draco and Lucius
dined at an expensive restaurant, and Draco sipped some of his favorite wine. 
Lucius escorted him out of the establishment like a gentleman, ignoring the
press following them.  Malfoys always had some sort of press around them.  It
was funny to the pair that no one had a clue about this.  Everyone just thought
it was a father-son dinner, but certainly not a romantic evening.
 
Lucius apparated them back to his rooms in the manor—Narcissa agreed to stay in
the guest house for her own sanity.  In fact, she might have even drugged
herself. 
 
Lucius looked at Draco in the candlelight, pushing his hair from out of his
eyes.  “This whole time, I’ve been wanting to tell you how beautiful you
look.”  He said softly.
 
Draco closed the space between them, kissing him.  “Could say the same for you,
Lucius.”  The name slithered from his lips sexily.
 
Lucius felt his prick go hard.  He sucked on Draco’s lips as the boy rubbed his
erection against his through their pants.  “Fuck,” Lucius growled, unbuttoning
Draco’s shirt.
 
Draco swatted his hands away.  “Oh no—you’re going first.  Then, you’re going
to fuck me senseless.”  He pushed Lucius back onto the bed, unbuttoning the
man’s shirt while kissing him.  Draco kissed the exposed skin, sucking on the
tender nipples.  Lucius lost his breath, needing friction against his cock.
 
“Mmm.  You like that, do you?”  Draco asked rhetorically, moving down Lucius’
body.  Lucius watched Draco unfasten his belt, then pull down his pants and
shoes.
 
“Oh, God.”  He hissed at the cold air as Draco pulled down Lucius’ trousers,
exposing his monstrous cock. 
 
Draco looked up at him, with hot eyes, licking him from base to tip.  “Tell me
what you want, father.”  He said seductively, slowly pumping that glorious cock
to full size.
 
Lucius scrunched his facial features.  “I want…I want you to take me in your
mouth, Draco.” 
 
Draco fluttered his eyes closed, swirling his tongue around the tip of Lucius’
needy cock before engulfing him completely.  He opened his eyes as he sucked
Lucius hard, watching the older blonde’s head fall back onto the bed.  “Yes,
Draco,” he seethed through his teeth, “don’t fucking stop.”
 
Draco sucked him harder, going faster, as he felt a hand on the back of his
head.  He toyed with Lucius’ balls as he swirled and sucked his cock, only
gagging once.  Lucius pulled him up by his hair gently, “If you—ah!  God, if
you keep doing that…”
 
Draco understood.  He licked the precum off of the cock in front of him. 
 
Lucius could hardly stand it anymore.  “Come here,” he growled, dragging Draco
up by the shirt.  He ripped it off, buttons flying with it.  He took control,
flipping Draco onto the bed underneath him with a sly smile.  Draco smirked
back, kissing Lucius hard, his tongue mimicking what he wanted his father to do
to him.
 
Lucius mewled, tugging his son’s pants down.  He rubbed his hand over the
sensitive flesh through the cotton of Draco’s boxers, eliciting a loud gasp
from Draco.  He bit his lip, with his cheeks flushed cherry.  Lucius grew to
like that very much on him. 
He licked the smooth skin upon Draco’s neck, listening to his moans of ‘oh,’
‘yes,’ and ‘please,’ and Lucius worked his way down to that hard and heavy
cock.
 
He had to admit to himself, it had been a while since he’d fucked a man…and he
did miss it dearly.
 
Draco looked up with heated eyes, “Do it.” 
 
Lucius smirked at him, pulling down his boxers, throwing them somewhere
forgotten.  Draco spread his legs wide as Lucius collected his erection,
pumping the lush shaft up and down. 
 
Draco whimpered at the touch, arching up.   Lucius lowered his head—blonde hair
falling at his sides, touching Draco’s tender thighs, only making the boy
whimper. 
 
Draco looked down at his father.  “Please, father.  Oh God!”  He yelped loudly
as Lucius sucked the tip of his large prick, pumping the base.  Lucius took the
entire length in his mouth, working his tongue as he sucked Draco.  Draco
whined as Lucius came up for air to say, “Love your cock in my mouth, my
Dragon.”
 
That nickname always gave Draco a thrill, for whatever reason.  His hips
involuntarily bucked into his partner’s mouth—Lucius held his arse as he sucked
him.  “Father!  Please—I can’t…”
 
Lucius looked up at him, sucking harder.  He tasted every inch of that
lengthening cock—he could feel Draco about to cum.  He rolled his balls, giving
another suck. 
 
Draco’s eyes rolled back, “Oh!  Oh my God!  Yes!”
 
Lucius growled around his cock as Draco came in thick spurts down his throat. 
He pulled off the tender flesh, licking him clean.  Draco gasped for air,
“Why’d you let me cum?”
 
Lucius licked his fingers, then came down to kiss his Dragon.  “Because you
taste wonderful, my handsome Dragon.”  Draco returned his kiss heatedly,
surprised he was still hard.  He jutted his erection against Lucius’ thick
bulk.
 
“Fuck!”  Lucius whimpered.  He looked down at Draco with feral eyes.  He
growled next to his ear, “I want your sweet arse, Dragon.”
 
Draco shivered, kissing the man deeply.  “Give me your cock, father.  Please.”
 
Lucius jutted his cock against Draco’s before summoning the lubricant.  Before
opening it, he set it aside.
 
“Spread your legs for me.”  He said gruffly, lifting Draco’s arse a little. 
Draco did as told. 
 
Lucius grabbed Draco’s cock as he swiped his tongue against that puckered
entrance.
 
Draco gasped in shock.  That felt…good.  “D-do that again!”
 
Lucius murmured, “Mmm, yes.”  Then he swiped his tongue against that ring once
more.  Draco gasped again.  Lucius played and toyed with that entrance, pushing
in with his tongue, feeling Draco’s barriers coming down, his resistance
breaking.
 
Finally, he took some gel onto his fingers, gently pushing one inside.  “Oh! 
That feels…strange.”  Draco said, a little surprised at the feeling.
 
Lucius smiled, working his way inside.  “It’ll get a lot better, once I find—”
his finger slipped a little deeper than intended, and Draco cried out
erotically.  “Your prostate.”  Lucius finished, biting his lip.
 
He watched his son fuck his fingers as he added a second one in, attempting to
stretch him for the girth and length of his weeping cock.  Draco was begging
loudly for it—but Lucius wanted him to be well prepared.  He was quite aware
that he was bigger than the average man. 
 
Lucius couldn’t hold on for much longer, though.  Draco looked at him with
pleading eyes, “I need you!  I need you inside me!”
 
Lucius slicked his cock with lubricant, aligning himself.  “Dragon…” he
murmured, just before the tip of his cock was welcomed by that tight, puckered
hole.
 
Draco grasped the sheets and arched, pushing more of that long cock inside. 
“Please…”
 
Lucius grabbed Draco’s plump arse cheeks, bringing his legs on both sides of
his head, pushing in slowly—half-way in.  He just wanted to find that spot
inside Draco—the one that set his eyes ablaze.
 
He looked into the cool grey eyes of his Dragon, so needy, so wanton for him
and him alone.  “My Dragon—you are so tight…” 
 
Draco moaned, licking his lips.  “Only for you, father.  More, please more…”
 
Lucius couldn’t believe the words coming out of his son’s mouth, but he was
incredibly turned on by it.  “Oh Dragon…” he groaned, pushing all the way in,
finally hitting Draco’s prostate.
 
“Ah!  Yes, there!”  Draco moaned.  Lucius slid out a little, then slid right
back in.  “Oh, there!  Yes, again!  Again!”  Draco begged. 
 
Lucius gladly complied, moving a little bit faster.  He gritted his teeth
together.  “Oh, Draco—so fucking tight!  I love fucking your arse…”  He lowered
himself to kiss Draco, who devoured his kiss, thrusting his tongue in and out
of his mouth.  Draco met Lucius moan for moan as they rocked back and forth,
shaking, holding each other.
 
Draco wrapped his legs around Lucius’ arse as he kissed him deeply while being
fucked.  It was so intimate for both of them.  Lucius brushed some hair out of
Draco’s eyes, “you really are beautiful, Dragon.”
 
Draco gasped, thrusting hard against the cock inside him.  He looked up into
the cool blue eyes, “Faster…fuck me faster, please!”
 
Lucius kissed him and pounded his arse in a smooth, even rhythm.  His hair
cascaded around them, and Draco’s tight hole milked Lucius’ sensitive cock. 
 
Draco’s eyes closed shut as he let Lucius thrust him.  “Oh fuck!  Yes, Daddy! 
Yes!”  He whimpered loudly, not caring how he sounded at this point.  The
pleasure was too good. 
 
Lucius pounded him into the mattress.  “Oh, fuck, Dragon!  You like me fucking
you like this?”  He growled, looking into Draco’s grey eyes.
 
Draco yelped, “Father!  I don’t care anymore!  I want your cock, father!  Yes,
fuck me with your big cock, Daddy!  Yes!”  Draco looked delicious as he arched
up off the bed, craving that cock deep into his arse.
 
Lucius felt his animal instincts kick in, enjoying this moment, whether or not
it was right.  It was completely primal, and it felt delicious.  He thrusted
his big cock in and out of that tight arse, “You want me to cum inside you,
Dragon?  You want Daddy’s big cock, don’t you?”
 
Draco felt the waves of sensation rolling over him.  “Yes!  Take my arse,
father!  I want you to take me—please!”
 
Lucius began to pound faster and faster, he could feel himself getting closer
to coming.  “My Dragon….”
 
Draco met him thrust for thrust, whimpering in Lucius’ ear.  He mewled loudly,
“Father—it’s getting bigger!  Oh fuck!  Please—I want you to cum inside me,
Daddy!”  He grabbed Lucius’ arse and held him in place as he fucked him
earnestly, “Shoot your seed inside—please, I need it, Daddy, need it so fucking
bad, need you to take me—feed your hot cum to me Daddy!  DADDY!
 
“Fill me up, Daddy…I…I…”  Draco sprayed his hot seed all over his father’s
chest as Lucius felt his eyes roll back into his head, making an “o” with his
mouth, and finally claiming his son as his.  He managed to seethe, “Daddy’s
coming, Dragon…”
 
With one final, surging thrust, Lucius came—came very deeply into his perverted
son’s arse-hole, just like he wanted.  “Yes,” he growled as he came, “Daddy’s
coming hard inside you Dragon!”  That hole milked him of every last drop he had
within him—and Draco came again, just from all that dirty talk, and brushing
his prostate again.
 
Draco gasped wildly for air, pulling Lucius down for a kiss, his cock still in
his arse.  Neither man said a word as they kissed each other deeply.  Lucius
finally pulled his cock from his son’s arse, trying to figure out how to feel
about this.  He just fucked his own son…but it was hot.  Everything about it
was amazing—and Draco!  What a dirty mind!
 
Lucius collapsed onto the bed beside Draco, who looked quite red.  “Should
I…apologize, father?” 
 
Lucius turned to him immediately and kissed the doubt from his lips, “God, no. 
That was…incredible.”
 
Draco sighed of relief, and tiredly shifted into the older blonde’s arms.  “Can
I…sleep here?”
 
Lucius was so glad he asked.  “Always.”
 
~~HP/SS~~
 
I fanned myself.  “Oh my.  You didn’t leave out any details, did you?”
 
Severus cleared his throat.  “The Dark Lord…made me watch.  The entire memory.”
 
I nodded, trying to will my erection away. 
 
He spoke again, in that deep cultured voice, “Though, I admit that I didn’t
mind watching.”  His eyes sank into my gaze.
 
“Oh,” was all I said.  That voice of his wasn’t helping me.  “I
should…shower.”  I smiled shyly, for some reason.
 
Snape’s gaze was left on my arse as I went into the loo, hoping he’d follow me.
 
Snape snapped his gaze toward Lucius and Draco, who were on the other side of
the room cuddling. 
 
I waited, stroking my cock in the washroom.  Finally, Severus came to his
senses and fucked me in the shower.  I may or may not have called him ‘Daddy.’
 
It was glorious, just like the size of his cock.
 
~~HP/SS~~
 
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Before you come for me with a pitchfork please remember that you
didn't have to read this or show it to anyone else!  & also ask yourself: did
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***** The Eager Demon: Part Five *****
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Lucius and Harry
I sleepily walked into the kitchen.  Last night… I shivered, smiling at the
delicious thought. 
I realized I was thirsty—I poured some orange juice and gulped it down a little
too fast.
I coughed, noticing that some drizzled down from my mouth to my chin.  I was
about to wipe it away, but…I felt someone standing behind me... 
“Who’s there?”  I muttered, turning around.  “Lucius!  You startled me.”  I
sighed.
Lucius cupped one side of my face and licked the streak of orange juice.  I
shivered. 
“I have been looking forward to this night, Harry.”  He said into my ear, in
almost a whisper.
I grasped his arm in reaction.  “I can’t wait.” 
“I’m afraid you must.”  Lucius gave my hand a squeeze.  “I’ll see you soon,
Harry.”  He leaned in, nibbling and sucking on my right earlobe.  “I’m eager to
hear you scream.”  He whispered in a feral voice, which made me wobble a
little. 
Before I could even respond, Lucius was gone.
I smiled to myself, thinking about the things Lucius had planned for me…
After eating a good meal, I walked into the bathroom to freshen up.  I was
confused to see Severus standing there, as if waiting for me. 
I gently closed the door, “Severus?”  He looks delicious in his white button-up
and black boxers, I noticed.  I couldn’t keep his eyes away from the dark,
mysterious ones before me.  I gladly succumbed.
Snape stepped in front of me, stroking my cheek.  “I’ve become quite captivated
by you, Harry.  I…had to see you.”  The man admitted, usually pale-faced, but
this time he wore a faint blush upon his cheeks.
I leant into Snape’s touch, kissing the pale hand.  “I—”  I had to clear my
throat, “as much as I’ve been enjoying…the erm, ‘company’ of Lucius and Draco…”
He stopped to study Severus’ face.  Snape looked much younger than I’d seen him
look before. 
I hovered by his ear, “I want you all to myself.”
Severus shivered and grabbed one side of my head gently.  “Harry,” he pushed
his lips against my neck and collarbone, “I feel the same for you.”  He
whispered hungrily, sucking one spot on my skin.
I couldn’t help but moan into Severus’ ear.  “I…”  love you, I almost said.  He
stopped, frozen in Severus’ arms.  Do I really love him? 
But Severus took my lips, and all thought was forgotten.  The thin lips pressed
warmly against my own, moving so delicately at first, then coaxing my mouth
open.   I could hear Severus groan into my mouth, which only brought my
erection even more to life.
I was pushed up against the door, but Severus made sure to grab the back of my
head as we were kissing.  I looked up at him breathlessly for a moment, running
my fingers through the silky black hair.  “I…”
Severus looked into my eyes with meaning.  “What is it?”  I was pinned to the
frame, and I knew I had to say it, but I wasn’t ready…
“I…I’ve missed you, Severus.”  I murmured.  I continued watching Snape’s face. 
He looked so angelic, then—he smiled at me—I must’ve been beaming.
He crushed his lips against mine tenderly, eagerly, before whispering, “I have
missed you more, I can assure you.”  I shivered and closed my eyes, slowly
opening them to his beautiful face—a face I once thought was so ugly.
But now…
I traced two fingers from his forehead to his jaw, then kissed his nose.  I’ve
come to love his imperfections.
“You’re a smart man, Severus Snape,” I looked into his coal black eyes, “but I
think you’re wrong about that.”  And I can’t wait to show you how much I’ve
missed you…I thought, my mind running mad with pent up passion.
He licked his lips, and his pupils dilated.  He stepped back, kissing my
forehead just once, and cleared his throat.  “I must go before I take you here
and now.”  His voice caught.
Take me. I thought, reaching out for his hand.  He took my hand, and then
kissed it like a gentleman. 
I couldn’t speak.  I couldn’t do anything but pant.
“Harry.”  He let go of my hand, smirking.  “Lucius awaits you.  I want you to
enjoy him before I steal you away.”
I shivered at his words.  “And…you should enjoy Draco.  Before…”  I gulped. 
Before you take me as yours.
Snape nodded, stalking toward the door.  “I shall”
He turned and walked out, gently shutting the door. 
I looked down at my pants—they were tented.  I let my hand linger on my
erection, squeezing it, but…
Tonight is for Lucius. 
I shakily took my hand away, and instead preoccupied it with my toothbrush.
~2~
I walked into a huge hallway of Malfoy Manor.  I sighed wistfully as I
approached the open, lit doorway.  I closed my eyes, trying to think of only
Lucius…but the only one I could think about was Severus.
Severus.  I thought to myself, I miss you so badly.
At the time, I didn’t want to admit to myself how deeply I felt about missing
him, either. 
I calmed myself, evening out my breathing, and opened my eyes.  Clearing my
throat and mind, I walked into the room.
Lucius was pouring tea for two when I walked inside.  He looked me up and down,
smiling.  “My my.  Aren’t you a sight, Mister Potter.”
I licked my lips at the way he said my name.  “You…” I stuttered, “You look
handsome, Lucius.” 
And he did, wearing those deep green robes.  Is that a snake? I almost said it
aloud, but didn’t.  I noticed the little tattoo of a serpent resting on his
collarbone.
I realized that I had been eyeing him for too long when he cleared his
throat.   “Ahem.”  He smirked, gesturing to the comfortable sofa.  “Would you
like some tea, Harry?”
“Y-yeah, that-that’d be great.”  I breathed, approaching the sofa. 
Lucius chuckled at me with a fire in his eyes.  “Harry,” he rested a hand on my
cheek, “might I ask…are you nervous about tonight?” 
I shivered at his voice so close to me.  “Well,” I breathed, “I do feel better
with you doing that.”  I licked my lips, imagining myself ripping off his
robes…
He smiled very gently, stepping a little closer.  His eyes were grey, but so
inviting—so warm. 
He whispered intensely, “Perhaps this will calm your nerves, Mister Potter…”
I felt him hold my head, pressing his lips softly against mine. 
He sucked on my bottom lip, and I trembled into his touch, reaching to put my
hand on his cheek.  I sifted my fingers through his long blonde hair, moaning
incoherently.  He kissed me back more gruffly, consuming my lips.  It was
electric—the way he was kissing me, touching my hand.
“Harry…”  He grunted, parting from me.  He smirked.   “You seem much calmer
now.”
I panted, not wanting to part from him.  “I…” I cleared my throat.  “Yeah—yeah,
I am.  Thanks.”  I could feel the blush creep up my cheeks.  Damn it… I cursed
myself mentally.  I wasn’t used to being nervous like this. 
Lucius cupped my right cheek and looked directly into my eyes.  “Do you know
just how delectable you look when you blush, Mister Potter?”  I felt my cock
harden at that voice, smooth as silk.
I gulped, about to answer, but he put a finger over my lips.  He leaned into my
ear and husked, “Do you have any idea how much I want to take you, here and
now, fucking your sweet arse?”  His voice tickled against my skin.
I breathed in and out heavily.  “I…I…”  That was all I could mutter as he
started to kiss my neck.  With the few brain cells I had left dedicated to
thinking, I stuttered, “We haven’t had…” I gasped “our tea…”
Lucius kissed his way up my neck, pausing momentarily, his lips hovering over
mine.  I heard him mutter “Accio Teacup,” but I was far too preoccupied by the
pair of lips in front of me, waiting for him to make the next move.  He stepped
away, only to sip the tea with one cocked eyebrow. 
He stepped back and pressed his lips on mine, forcing my mouth open, letting
the tea glide down my throat.  I wrapped my arms around his back and moaned,
licking all around his mouth.  The tea seemed so sweet—so very good.
He moaned into my mouth, allowing me to suck on his tongue.  He tried to part
from me, but I pulled him right back, letting my hands explore that long blonde
hair of his.  “Fuck,” he murmured, kissing me back. 
Where that teacup went, I never knew.  All that was important was his lips on
mine.
My cock was aching for release.  Finally, our lips parted to take a breath.  He
panted in my ear, “I have something sweeter than tea in store for you tonight,
Harry…” he started to unbutton my red shirt, kissing my neck again in the spot
that makes me arch against him.
In turn, I instinctively ran my hands up underneath his shirt, feeling his
muscular physique.  He grabbed my hips in response.  I felt his lips sucking my
neck as I grazed his erect nipples.  He gasped, pulling away—I took advantage
of his movement, lifting off his shirt—and he had already shed his cloak. 
I stared at him—his build was…nothing short of beautiful.  The way his six-pack
was ridged…and how his arms weren’t overly muscular, but obviously were
strong.  I felt myself clearing my throat before looking back up at his face. 
His eyes struck me.  His brows were furrowed in concentration, as if he wanted
to know desperately what I was thinking.  But his eyes—those grey, misty
eyes—they looked into mine with such genuine curiosity.  Lucius looked
sensitive in this moment—topless, and a little flushed in the cheeks. 
I began to lift my shirt up, but he stopped me, smiling a little.  He pulled it
over my head, looking at my chest.  He licked his lips, running a hand up my
built chest.  I may not be as fit-looking as the man, but I think I’m fit
enough—especially for playing Quidditch.  Gripping a broomstick when you’re
going wicked fast in the air isn’t easy without upper body strength. 
His hand felt cool against my stomach.  I gasped at the slight touch.  He took
his hand away from my body, but I scooted closer.  I needed more. 
I looked at his reaction to my movement—surprised, actually.  Does he think I
don’t want him?  I was nervous—but I still found the man irresistible.  The
long, pale-blonde hair felt so soft in my fingertips.  I stroked his hair,
placing my hand on the left side of his chest, dragging it down. 
He surprised me, this time—placing his finger below my chin, gripping me with
his thumb.  He looked into my eyes for a substantial amount of time.  I watched
his lips part, when he said, “Harry—what is it that you are thinking?”  Of me,
was silent, but I still heard it.
I kissed his lips once, shocking him, “I…can’t believe how beautiful you are,
Lucius.”  I whispered against his lips.  He growled softly and took my mouth. 
His tongue swiped against mine erotically—and our chests were pressed up
against each other.  I began to feel warm…
I ran my hands through his hair.  “Lucius,” I parted from him for a moment,
“What-I mean-what about you?  What do you…think?”  His eyes looked cloudy, lips
flushed.
He just smirked in a shy kind of way.  He grabbed my cock through my pants—I
gasped out.  “Harry…” He said seductively, in that silky voice, “You are
beautiful in every way possible.”  He whispered an incantation, and suddenly I
was stark.  I blushed. 
He groaned, looking down at my hardened cock, then looking up at my flushed
face.  He whispered, “I love how shy you are—it is absolutely delicious to
me.”  He ran a finger down my chest, and I couldn’t help but gasp at his touch
as he went lower.  He looked into my eyes, “So responsive, too…”
He grasped my throbbing cock, waiting in anticipation.  I cried out.  Lucius
chuckled once evilly.  “Mmm.  And so eager for me, Harry.  So very eager.”  His
gaze burned mine.  “Oh, Harry…such amazing length.”  He stroked me once.
“Lucius,” I rasped, barely able to think, “I—I want you.  I’ve always wanted
you.  I—that time I saw you, when I was younger,” he nodded, hand still
gripping my hardness, giving it a squeeze that nearly made me lose my bloody
mind.  “…I…I thought that you were…so very different.  Handsome.  Especially
your hair…and…your eyes.”  I blushed crimson.  I had never told that to anyone.
Lucius looked at me with sensitive, gentle eyes.  “You did?”  He asked—sounding
as soft as I’d ever heard him.  “Even though…the things I said—they were
terrible.  But—”
I interrupted him, “I could hardly focus anyway.”  I stroked his cheek.  “I
wanted you to know that.  I…haven’t ever told anyone.”  I felt embarrassed for
some reason. 
Lucius smiled a little.  “So you had a crush on me, hmm?”  He let go of my cock
for a moment, I groaned at the loss.  But then he kissed me—so very deeply…much
more passionately.  I gripped his hair as he gripped mine, and we were
eventually tangled up into each other.  He gasped heavily, ravishing my mouth
after getting some air.  My cock flared to life, needing attention.  But his
kisses were so amazing, I couldn’t tear away. 
Finally, after I needed air, I whispered, “Lucius…please—can I…I mean…erm…”  I
stumbled for words.  He intimidated me—I figured, that might have been why I
was so embarrassed. 
But the way he was treating me, it was so much softer than I expected.  I loved
it. 
He waited for me to finish, “Go on.”
I started again, “Can I…undress you?”  I gazed down at the bulge in his pants. 
He chuckled.  “Mmm…you want to see me?”  He pushed me down onto the sofa,
trailing down my body with kisses. 
I rasped out, “Y-yes.”  He smirked devilishly, kissing my inner thighs,
spreading my legs apart.
He stared at my enlarged cock, then looked back at me.  “But you look so
delicious, displayed like this—so tempting.”  He hissed, “I’ve been wondering
how you taste, Harry…don’t you want me to taste you?”  He looked at me with
feral eyes.
I didn’t know how to respond, other than, “Fuck.  I…I mean…”  But he didn’t let
me finish.
He looked up at me, with his blonde hair falling around him.  Grabbing my cock
with one hand, he opened his mouth, toying with me.  He pumped my cock a few
times, and I shuddered.  “Lucius!”  I yelped.  “Please…”
He smirked, giving my cock a lick, all the way from the bottom to top.  I
yelped again.  It felt so bloody arousing.  “Oh God…”
He moaned as I lengthened, watching me pant.  I stroked his hair, watching him
open his mouth, pressing his lips to the very tip of my cockhead.  “Oh!”  I
shuddered. 
He teased me, licking my slit.  Going a little farther down, he moaned around
the top of my cock, “Mmm…”
I felt my cock vibrate in his mouth—Gods, how could I be thisbloody close to
coming already?  I gritted my teeth.  “Lucius—you’re so bloody good…at that…” 
He looked up at me with those piercing grey eyes, taking more of my cock in his
mouth, sucking hard.  I was completely in awe of how beautiful the man looked
as he swallowed my cock whole.  It disappeared completely in his mouth.  I
couldn’t take the sight of it.  I grabbed the man’s shoulders, whimpering. 
He never left my gaze, rolling my balls, and I watched him bob up and down.  He
gave my cock a strong suck, parting for air, then licked the very tip.  “So
fucking delicious…”  Then he took more of my cock in his mouth—I couldn’t help
my thrusting.  I tried to stop, but he encouraged me on, grabbing my arse.
He gave a strong suck and parted again, stroking me fast.  “That’s it, Harry—”
the man hissed, “I want you to fuck my mouth.”  I moaned, “Fuck…” as he took me
again.  His throat was completely open to me as I thrusted, slowly—I didn’t
want to hurt him. 
But he moaned, wanting more.  I felt my hand start to shake on the back of his
silky hair.  “Oh fuck, Lucius, I’m close…”  I thrusted in short, erratic
movements now.  Watching my cock disappear, seeing Lucius gag a little on my
cock…I was definitely close. 
I couldn’t help but feel my cock lengthening down his throat, and I looked into
his grey eyes—and I came thickly in that hot, wet mouth of his.  His eyes were
as seductive as his aura.  I slowly, gently pulled out of his mouth, after I
stopped coming.
Before I could pull completely out, he closed his eyes and sucked gently on the
tip of my very tender cock.  I moaned and hissed, “Lucius!” 
He gave my cock a final suck, then came up to kiss me. 
It was a deep, sensual kiss.  I ran my hands through his hair, and I felt our
cocks rubbing together.  I felt exposed to this man in the best way possible.
And yet…there was something still on my mind.
I parted, breathless—while he also looked the sight.  “Lucius…you’re amazing.”
He smiled at me, and I swore my heart stopped.  “I assure you, the pleasure was
all mine, Harry.”
I looked at him, wondering how to ask this.  I sighed, “Lucius…why do you…want
me?”  That pestering blush was back on my cheeks.
His smile turned into a smirk.  “Don’t turn shy on me now, Harry.”  His look
turned concerned, “Do you really doubt me?”
“No—I mean, I know you find me attractive.  But…”  I couldn’t finish my
thought.  “Never mind it.  I don’t even know what I’m asking.”
He looked into my eyes.  “Harry…as I’ve gotten to know you over the years, I’ve
seen you mature.  Yes, perhaps it was from a distance…but there are
things—little things—I like about you.  Things that I haven’t told Draco, and
probably never will, for the sake of his feelings.”   He paused, sighing. 
“Your courage stands out—but it isn’t just that.  You feel things so deeply—and
you are not fearless, but you are brave.  I admire that.  The way you
speak…your voice…I find everything about you…even your blush and the curves of
your lips…to be charming.”  He said in a whisper.
“Wow,” I breathed.  “That’s one of the nicest things that anyone’s said to
me…”  I trailed off, looking away. 
He placed a finger on my chin, pulling my gaze back to his hot eyes.  “I can
understand why you thought differently, Harry.  But the truth is, I’ve always
found you cunning…and I had a role to play in the war.  But now…”  He hissed,
making me whimper.  “Now I want to make love to you, Harry Potter.  I want
you—I desire you—and I have been yearning to bury my cock deep inside that
plump, delicious arse of yours for far too long now.”  His eyes were bordering
threatening, but I knew he was so turned on he couldn’t help it.
And I truly didn’t mind.
I kissed him hard, rubbing my cock up against his. 
“Lucius…” I spread my legs, sprawling out on the bed I transfigured.  “I
can’t…please.  Just take me.” 
He looked at me as if I was an angel, or perhaps a divine meal.  He got on his
hands and knees, crawling toward me on the bed like a lion.  My cock was
twitching.
“Mister Potter…be careful what you wish for.”  He purred, magically cuffing me
to the bedposts by my wrists.  They weren’t too tight, not too loose either.
“I know what I want, Lucius.”  I said, boldly.  I wasn’t afraid anymore—now
that I knew he wanted me. 
He then cuffed my ankles to the posts as well—I let out a breath—I didn’t
realize how relieved it made me feel to be like that.  All tied up, and nothing
I could do about it.  Even if I spelled my way out of it, I knew it wouldn’t
make a difference—he’d just tie me up again.
I watched him eyeing me between my spread legs…sitting on his feet, kneeling,
his cock completely erect and pointing up at me.
Even though I didn’t know exactly how I felt—he did.  I realize that now.
He saw my relief. 
As his eyes finally reached mine, after carefully scanning my body, he had the
slightest twitch of a smile.  I blushed, despite my eagerness.
I then saw the serpent tattoo clearly on his collarbone—it was a bit small.  I
bit my lip and spoke slowly, “I like your tattoo.”
I spoke in Parseltongue.
His eyes widened and his mouth dropped open—then he quickly closed it.  He
practically leapt forward—the next thing I knew, his mouth was on mine, and I
was reaching my neck to kiss him. 
“Do it again.”  He whispered in my ear.  I followed his orders. 
He licked a line from my neck to my ear, and I let out a breathy moan.  “I
could use a slave, Potter.  You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”  He toyed with some
of my chest hair, “Don’t deny it, boy.  You want to be used.”  He looked up at
me with burning eyes.
I wanted to kiss him again, and my cock was weeping.  “Yes.  I’m yours
tonight—master.”  I added, for good measure.
He shivered, “You’re already so eager to please me.  So…” he toyed with some of
my ruffled hair, “Severus tells me that you rather liked what you heard about
Draco and I.”  He smiled.
I couldn’t help but arch forward a bit in surprise.  He held a finger to my
lips to keep me from speaking.  “No, you won’t need to talk.”  He said in that
sultry, crisp voice.  “Not now.
“Severus and I…we have history together.  It’s very hard for him to keep a
secret from me—especially after a bout of sex.”  He hissed the last word, and I
swore I almost came.   I moaned against that finger on my lips.
He grinned evilly, “Now…Mister Potter.”  I shivered.  “I didn’t realize you
could be so…enthralled…by a father fucking his son.  Pounding into him
relentlessly as he screams for mercy?  What do you have to say for yourself?” 
He took his finger away from my lips.  I was panting.
“I…I’m not ashamed.  I heard what He made you do…but then…”  I bit my lip.  All
my brain cells seemed to turn off as the blood rushed to my cock—he grasped it
and waited. 
“Go on,” he said.
He held it and started to stroke me slowly.  “I-I-I thought it was romantic!” 
I yelped as he completely engulfed the tip of my cock.  He sucked hard, then
came up for air.  “Did I tell you to stop, slave?  Continue!  Tell me every
little detail of what you liked...and I’ll continue sucking your hard, big
cock.” He said, almost sneering at me.
I licked my lips.  “Okay.”  He continued sucking the tip.  “Severus told me…he
told me about your first kiss.  How you both felt guilty—oh, that’s nice…” I
had to stop, as he moved down my long shaft.  “Oh—yes.  He…he kissed you
and…you both liked it.  But you were ashamed.”  I gasped as he took his mouth
off my cock and pumped me. 
He muttered a lubrication spell.  “Oh—I forgot to mention.  I’m going to
stretch you.  Please, continue.  Hearing you talk so breathlessly is divine.” 
He went back to sucking my enlarged prick and slowly teased a finger at my
entrance.
“Ohhhhh God, Luc-Master.  That’s…”  He cleared his throat for me to continue. 
“Sorry Master.  Well…what I really liked was…how surprised you both were that
you could love each other that way.”  His finger breached my entrance and I
gasped, “Fuck!”
He moaned around my cock.  I kept talking.  “I-I think…you both are so…so
sexy.  And together…just picturing it…and seeing it, when he sucked you off…it
was beautiful—” he took my prick down to the root in his mouth and found my
prostate with two fingers in my arse.  I thought I would cry.  “Oh Master! 
Fuck!  Lucius, please!”  I cried, helplessly. 
He chuckled after coming up for air.  His gaze pierced mine, his eyes ablaze. 
“You really liked it, didn’t you?”  He brushed my prostate again, as he
stretched me.  I screamed.  “Shouldn’t you be ashamed of yourself, Harry?”
I blushed.  “I was at first…but then, Severus told me about the first time you
had penetrative sex with Draco.  And…”
Lucius licked my right thigh, “And?”
“Oh—I mean, I was…I was so hard from all the dirty talk.”  I said it—I liked
the way they talked to each other. 
He bit his lip and smirked.  “Care to elaborate?”
I rolled my eyes, but then he brushed my prostate.  I whimpered, “Oh-okay,
okay!  I liked…I liked…” I realized too, how vulnerable I was, with my legs
spread to this man.  Admitting that I liked the idea of him fucking his own
son.  Gods.
He spoke softly this time, “Harry.”  I looked at him.  He was gently smiling,
and he came up to kiss me, pulling his fingers out of my arse.  I moaned into
his kiss, and let him completely take me over.  He kissed the breath from my
body, but I could still hear him ask me something.  “Please…Harry…tell me…” 
He kissed me again, and I thought about what to say.  Once we parted, I finally
came up with, “I think it’s hot that he called you ‘Daddy’ and ‘Father.’”  He
kissed me hard. 
“That’s my good boy, Harry.”  He moaned into my mouth, and I felt the tip of
his lubricated cock aligned with my entrance, starting to push in.  All my
breath was captured in a long, loud moan. 
Lucius continued, “What a good boy you’ve been today.  If you misbehave,
Daddy’s going to take his cock out.  You don’t want that, do you, love?”  He
bit his lip as he pushed into me, and I could tell he was liking it.
I shook my head.  “No…sir.  Please, more!  Feels…so good…”
Lucius smiled wickedly.  “That’s not how you address me.”
“Please.  Daddy.”  I groaned—and he pushed more of that big cock inside my
arse. 
“Oh—that’s a very good boy, Harry.”  He captured my mouth again and pushed a
bit forward.  I tried to push down, but it was too difficult, being
restrained.  “You know Daddy’s cock feels so good—don’t you?”  He seethed,
looking into my eyes.
“Oh, fuck yes.  Please get more of it inside me—get inside me Daddy.”  I
whimpered.  I was desperate.
He pushed in another inch of that cock, leaning next to my ear, whispering,
“How does it feel to be fucked like this, Harry?  To have the same cock in your
arse that Draco worships?”  He sunk into me, almost completely.
I whimpered and lost my breath, “Oh, Lucius!  I need it!  All of it!”  I felt
his long blonde hair against my cheek and I kissed it.  I was near his ear and
whispered, “Fuck me Daddy.  Fuck me harder.” 
The restraints were digging into my wrists and ankles, and I was loving every
second of it.  His breath was hot against my neck, his nails were buried in my
skin—I didn’t know what fucking was like—not until this moment.  Animalistic,
pet-names, bed-creakingfucking.
And the bed wasquite loud—I could only imagine what sexual favors had been
performed here.  Gods, it made me even harder.
He closed his eyes for a moment, then sniffed and peered down at me, as if to
regain composure.  “Is it big enough for you?”  He seethed with fiery eyes. 
I whimpered, unable to answer.  He smacked my left arse-cheek, his cock still
inside me.  Merlin.
“You will be punished for not answering me, Harry..”  He purred, slapping my
arse harder.  I moaned.
“I…like it…”  That was all I could say.  Lucius Malfoy was fucking me.  What
else could I say?
He smirked with a wicked smile.  “Yes, I can tell you like being defiled. 
Used!”  He smacked my other arse-cheek.  I yelped—that one actually stung a
bit.
And yet, my cock was still weeping.  Not that I could blame it.
He did not move inside of me when he asked again, “Well, Harry?  Ready to
answer?”
I caught my breath.  “Your…” he smacked my arse, “Oh!”
“Keep going,” he gritted through his perfect teeth.
“Your cock!”  He smacked me, “Oh!  It’s…it’s so big!”  I whimpered the last
word, half in pain, half pleasure, as he bit on the side of my neck.  I
strained for any friction—he gave me none. 
Bloody tease.
“Who’s cock?  Louder.”  He growled into my ear, now licking the wound he opened
on my neck.
I snarled, unexpectedly, “Daddy, fuck me with your big cock up my arse!  I need
it Daddy!” 
…& then he started to thrust.  Hard.
“Oh-oh-ohmy…” I babbled, forgetting half of what was in my brain.
“Yesssss…” he seethed, watching me come undone.  “Tell me again what you need,
Harry.”
I looked up into his silvery eyes as he asked, “Tell Daddy what you need, you
little slut!”
My mouth was salivating—I swallowed my moan.  I felt myself—my true
self—bubbling to the surface.  I felt his long prick slam my prostate over and
over.  I felt him open me up, filling my hole, giving me what I needed.
I hissed in Parseltongue, then I spoke from within: “I’m your little SLUT, your
whore, and you keep fucking me—it hurts so good, Daddy…” I licked my lips,
watching his snarl as he kept pounding into me.  It only kept me going.  “Keep
giving me your giant cock—opening my hole over and over, Daddy!  Let me milk
you!  Let me take all your cum inside—deep inside my hole—the cum that made me,
now inside me!  Lengthening…reaching deep, deep inside!” 
I watched his eyes roll back as he ground into my arse now.  He was
whimpering.  He was that whimpering angel I remembered from our first
encounter.  And I made him do that.
He whimpered, sinking into me, “Daddy needs tofeed you! Feed you until I am
dry!”  The bed creaked faster and faster.
I could do nothing but whimper back.
“Faster Daddy!  Fuck me faster!”  I looked into his eyes desperately, so close,
just wanting to come—and I knew he was close too.  “So thirsty, Daddy!  So
bloody thirsty!”
His eyes were raging like an animal.  “Thirsty, Harry?” 
I licked my lips again, clenching as tightly as I could, “Daddy, I need your
milk!  Empty yourself inside, please!  Please!  Fuck!”  I knew his balls were
drawing up. 
He snarled then looked like he’d seen heaven.  He clutched my arse, and I felt
his cock grow inside. 
“Bigger!  It’s getting bigger, Daddy!”  I yelled, all sweaty.
He shook and writhed, brushing my prostate with the most temptation I’ve ever
felt in my entire being.  “Open yourself.  You want Daddy’s cum, Harry?  Open
up your little hole for me!”
I did as told.  “YES!  T-THERE!  SO DEEP!” I was writhing now.
He took my mouth and moaned into it, “Your arse will DRINK all of Daddy’s cum! 
Open up wide you little slut!”
I felt his cock pulsing against a wall I never even knew was inside me—and he
opened me.  He flooded me.  I looked up at his heavenly face—and he was shaking
uncontrollably.  He writhed and whimpered.  He caused that bed to creak in
slow, slow sounds, but so harsh.  His tender cock—his cock that fed me what I
needed—was at its full length, and I felt it hitting my deepest core.
He removed one hand from my arse to grab my nearly purple erection and he
fucked it with his big hand.  He seethed at me, still coming, “Come for me,
Harry—tighten yourself around me.”
I gaped my mouth open and screamed, “LUCIUS!” My cum was painting us in ribbons
as I squeezed his cock for more.  I felt so bloody full—and with my name on his
lips, he finally kissed me.  He kissed me senseless—until I could see again.
My mask had been broken.
Who knew that being so breathless could truly revive me?
 
~~HP/LM~~
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***** The Eager Demon: Part Six *****
Chapter Summary
     MATURE, EXPLICIT. Put the kids to bed and get lots of ice. You're
     going to need it, trust me.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
 
Severus and Draco
(Draco’s POV)
I was drinking a large glass of water, when I felt someone behind me.  I gulped
it down quickly.  “Father?”
I turned to Severus Snape, smirking in front of me, with his arms crossed. 
“Sorry to disappoint, Draco.”
My eyes widened.  “You didn’t…disappoint me.”  I looked the man up and down,
studying his nice build—and deep eyes that went on forever.
My breath caught.  The man’s expression changed in front of me.
He was smirking now, “Did you hear what I said, Draco?  Or were you too
busy…studying me?”  He leaned against the table, with his arms crossed.
I felt my breath catch again.  I remembered how this man tasted on my lips, and
how his mouth felt around my cock, sucking me dry.  I let myself succumb, but
how was I supposed to tell this man I’ve had a crush on him for years? 
Professor Snape—always protecting me.  Making an oath for me. 
Putting his entire life at risk for me—just a scared, stupid boy.  Does he even
like me…or want  me for anything but sex?  But this is just about sex, isn’t
it?  It’s enough to just…
My thoughts were cut off by his stare.
I stumbled and leant my arse against the kitchen countertop.  “I…what did you
say, Sir?”  I kicked myself mentally for saying ‘Sir.’
Snape’s eyebrows shot up in amusement, eyeing me.  He took a step forward, then
another, closing the space between us.
He rested his hand on mine, on the counter.  His now gentle eyes shifted to
mine. “I was just asking if you were alright.  Knowing that…you are sharing
both yourself and your father with Harry and I.”  He gazed at my face.
“Oh…well.”  I cleared my throat, trying to remain calm with his hand on mine. 
“It’s been interesting—but very enjoyable.  Actually, it’s been…amazing."  I
couldn’t help but look away—I probably had such a stupid grin across my face,
remembering Harry.
Then, I looked up, and Snape was blushing.  I’d never seen the man blush
before.  Never in my life. 
It was fucking beautiful.
I licked my lips, and I realized that he’d been gripping my hand harder. 
He leaned in, next to my ear, whispering, “Which parts, Mister Malfoy?”
I shivered in excitement.  I whispered back, “Everything.”
I felt the hot breath against my ear, “Are you absolutely sure?”
I couldn’t breathe for a second or two, his voice was so rich in my ear,
shaking me to the core.  I intertwined my fingers with his, and when he pulled
away, I looked into his eyes again. 
“You really want me?”  I couldn’t help but whisper, putting my other hand
against his clothed chest. 
He looked at me with intense eyes, nearly burning me to liquid.  “Oh yes,” he
seethed, “but you did not answer my question, Draco.”  He waited.
I felt myself being pulled in by some alluring force.  “I…yes.  Yes, I am
sure…”
Then I felt his hot lips on mine, eager to kiss me.  I nipped and licked his
sensitive lips, and when he opened his mouth, our tongues danced together.  My
hand was in his hair.  My arms were wrapped around him.  His hands were slowly
grazing my back, then cupped my arse.  His tongue tasted fucking divine.
I moaned into his mouth—he moaned back at me, very deeply, and kissed me into
oblivion. 
“Severus…”  I moaned between kisses, but he swallowed my voice, cutting me
off. 
He murmured between kisses, “I want to taste you again,” he dropped to his
knees, unzipping my pants, “just like the other night…”
I bit my lip when he pulled my pants down.  He looked at me with
determination…then his eyes grew softer.  He smirked, “You’re very hard, Mister
Malfoy.”  When he gripped my erection through my boxers, I whimpered, “Please!”
I felt his large hand on my clothed cock—what was he doing, bloody measuring
me?  “What are you waiting for?”  I moaned. 
He pulled down my boxers in one try.  “So impatient, aren’t you?”  He gripped
my throbbing cock with one hand, and then the man stood up to face me.  I
whimpered, “I want you.”
His eyes turned onyx and dark brown as he stroked my cheek.  His gaze bore into
mine, and he seemed to look straight into my soul.  “Impatient—just like your
father.”  I moaned before he massaged his soft lips against mine.  Merlin, his
touch was electrifying.
Before I knew what was happening, he sunk down to his knees and sucked my cock
fully into his mouth. 
I gritted my teeth, “Bloody hell, Severus!”  His eyes were still focused on
mine as I grabbed his hair.  I was already holding myself back from coming
embarrassingly too soon.
“I…” I all but screamed as he sucked me again, bobbing up, then down and up
again.  He focused on his task, still fully clothed in his silky black robes. 
I knew I was close, but I had to ask.  Why now, when I was about to come?  Only
Merlin knew.
“Severus!”  I seethed, “I need to…ask you something.”  I pulled at his hair
gently.
He replaced his mouth with his hand upon my cock, stroking it while looking at
me with burning eyes. 
“I don’t understand how you could…want me.”  I saw his brows crease and sadness
cross his eyes.  I continued, “I mean…you want Harry, which I understand.  And
my father—you have history with him.  But—”
He removed his hand from my prick, grabbing my head and kissed me hard.  This
kiss was different.  He was more gentle…caring, even.  I wrapped my arms around
him as he continued to kiss me deeply.
I broke apart for a second, loving how flushed the man looked.  I caught my
breath, still seeing sadness in his eyes. 
He finally spoke.  “You are special to me, Draco—not just a Godson.”  His eyes
burned, “You are so much more than that.  I have been looking forward to
this—thinking it probably wouldn’t happen.  You are with Lucius, after all.”
I was shocked.  “You mean, you’ve wanted me for-for how long?”
There was a tug of a smile at the corner of his lips.  “I really shouldn’t say,
as your former Professor.”  He brushed my cheek with his fingers, and I
shivered.  He leaned into my ear, and whispered, “Your sixth year.”
I gasped, “Oh.  That long?”  I didn’t want to tell him how long I’d fancied
him…it was far too embarrassing.
He tickled my ear with his breath, “Yes. I realized, when I thought you could
have died in that bathroom…that I cared for you.  Very deeply.”  He sucked on
my neck.
I whimpered.  “Oh…that’s good.  So good.”
His eyes met mine.  “Indeed.  Draco—do you really want to go through with
this?  Do you need more time, perhaps?”
I shook my head quickly, “No—I’ve thought about this.  I want to.”
He raised an eyebrow.  “You seemed so unsure.  Now that you know this is more
than just a…fling to me…in return, I ask, have you any of the same regards?”
He asked so elegantly.  I spoke softly, “For a long time now, Severus.” I
looked down.
He put a finger under my chin and lifted it up.  “How long?”  His eyes burned
with concentration.
I hesitated.  “Fourth year.  You were always so protective of me.  And then,
later, after I realized you made that unbreakable vow…”
He looked at me with lust.  “You’ve truly wanted me for that long, Draco?”  It
was a whisper.
I nodded once.  “Yes.”
He stroked my cheek, and I leaned into his touch, kissing his hand.  I looked
at him with a genuine, caring gaze.  My erection was still pounding. 
I ignored it.  I spoke again in almost a whisper.  “I’ve wanted you longer
than…anyone.  Everyone always saw the worst in you, but not me.  On the outside
you had a part to play.  We all did.  But now?”  I looked into his lustful
gaze—his eyes glittered in the soft light.  He kept his hand on my cheek,
stroking my lip with his thumb.  “Now that I know you’ve wanted me…Severus,” he
shivered and leaned forward unintentionally, “I can’t wait any longer. 
Please—”
He cut me off, meshing our lips together with force.  Hands on my arse, then
his right hand on my cock.  “Draco.”  He breathed into my mouth.  I moaned
back.  “Sever-us…”  He stroked my cock when I whimpered his name, fondling my
balls. 
He broke the kiss, only to tell me, “You will cum in my mouth, Draco.  Deeply,
down my throat.”  He kissed me once more, and I kissed back hard, before he
lowered himself to my hardness.
I let out a gasp of air I’d been holding.  My body started to shake—he took my
entire length, all the way to the hilt.  He sucked hard.  I felt my eyes about
to roll back into my bloody head.  “Oh…my…God….”
He then growled around my hard length and lapped at the head, then sucked
again, bobbing up and down as if I were a bloody popsicle.  His eyes were glued
to mine as he went faster.  I gasped again, grabbing the back of his head.  He
didn’t even gag when I thrusted into his mouth, deeply at the core, and he
sucked me—milking me with his mouth. 
“Oh!  Severus!”  I whimpered, coming in thick streams, shaking, holding his
head there.  He murmured around my cock and sucked me completely dry,
swallowing around my cock.  He licked my deflated head and came up to kiss me.
I tasted my cum on his lips, completely satisfied. 
He zipped my pants back up, tucking me away.  He must’ve had the hardest
erection—I reached out to touch him, but he stopped me.  He smirked at me and
murmured, “Not yet.  Tonight.”  He turned to walk away, and left me
dumbfounded.
I came to my senses before he left—I laid a hand on his shoulder, watching him
turn slowly.  I lunged for his mouth and kissed him for all I was bloody
worth.  I whispered against his mouth, “I can’t wait to taste you.”  I grasped
his hard length through his clothing.  He shivered, clutching me by the shirt. 
“You ungrateful little tease.”  He murmured back at me, kissing me one last
time.  “Tonight, I’ll fuck you senseless.”  He stared at my flushed cheeks and
apparated out of the room.
~~DM/SS~~
Early Afternoon
(Harry’s POV)
I knew that it wasn’t my night with him…but I had this unexplainable feeling. 
I decided to visit him very early in the afternoon, just to make sure I wasn’t
interrupting things with Draco.
“Severus Snape’s Quarters.”  I said before traveling by Floo.  Merlin, I hate
Floo travel, but it was the fastest way to arrive there.
I shook the soot off of me.  He was standing there with a cocked eyebrow,
looking unimpressed.
I smiled at him, “Hey.”
He waited for me to step out of the fireplace.  “Mister Potter.”  He stalked
toward me.  I watched him—his eyes devoured me, just standing a bit over me
now.  “To what do I owe this…pleasant surprise?”
I grabbed him by the robes and kissed him.  He was shocked at first, but then
his lips started to move, and I moaned in his mouth.  Our breathing became more
erratic.  “Potter,” he whispered, “you’re here.”
I was surprised at his words, but I kissed them away.  “Yeah…I know.”  I pushed
him onto the couch, humping against him.  “I know this isn’t my night…but—“
He cut me off, “I am aware of that.”  He grasped my hardness.  “Didn’t anyone
ever teach you patience, Mister Potter?”  He smirked.
I whimpered in his touch, clutching his robes harder.  “Professor…”  I moaned
and writhed.  “I’ve waited so long…”  I heard myself say it.
He kissed me, taking his hand away, and growled in my ear.  “I want to fuck
you.  I want to taste you again.”  I whimpered and sank into him, my erection
pounding.  He strained, “Tomorrow…Harry.  One more day.”
I looked at him, his eyes burning, and nodded.  I sighed.
“Until then…” My gaze snapped back at him as he looked at me with
determination.  He kissed the breath out of me, giving me his tongue,
practically his soul.  He kissed me long and hard before letting go.  And I
didn’t want him to, but I knew we had to wait.
I let out a breath when he finally parted.  “That was…”
He took my hand and led me to the Floo.  He smirked at me, “Indeed.”
I squeezed his hand and left—I could at least jerk off until tomorrow.
~~DM/SS~~
Draco & Severus Continued
(Draco’s POV)
I took a single shot of whiskey before looking over myself in the mirror.  I
ruffled my hair a bit, hoping to pull off a sexy disheveled look.  Or, would
Severus prefer a nice, clean look?
Well…he likes Potter, and he always seems disheveled, especially his hair.
I sighed, fixing my hair.  I just need to be myself.
I was actually nervous.  I’d waited so embarrassingly long for this.  A night
with Severus Snape…my Godfather.  My Potions Professor.  My Head of Slytherin
House. 
The man who saved me, of all people…from something I’d regret forever.
I never realized how much he meant to me until my later school years…and of
course, my father is completely beautiful, cunning, and near-perfect.
But Severus is…
I shivered.  Severus has a dark, smoky voice that can stay with you for days. 
Severus was my father’s first lover.  Severus is mysterious…always wearing
black, for some bloody reason, and he always smells good to me.  Just as he
walked by me in the halls at Hogwarts, I could smell his…intoxicating aroma. 
Potions mixed with his natural scent, I imagined. 
I was so excited to find out tonight.
That sneer was something that could make me cum, just by thinking about it,
wanking to my Professor.  His black eyes that went on forever.  I assumed he
was one of those hopeless romantic types, underneath all the black clothing.
I licked my lips, finally ready. 
I stepped into the Floo, “Severus Snape’s Quarters.”
Before I knew it, I was stepping into a dimly-lit room, looking around. 
Severus was sitting in his chair, reading a book…his eyes engrossed in the
text, his hand on his chin, and his legs crossed.
He looked up at me with fiery eyes and smirked, putting down his book.  I felt
myself shiver, trying to control myself.  I’ve waited for so bloody long.
He didn’t say a word as he put his book down—I read the cover.  Male erotica.
I shivered again as he swiftly stood up.  I could feel a tingle down my
spine—going straight to my erection.
He was just wearing a black button-up shirt, with black pants.  He looked
fit…and he was walking over to me.
I took a step forward, never tearing from his gaze.  I could see the faintest
tinge of a blush on his cheeks as I grabbed him by the shirt with one hand,
pulling him toward me.  I planted a passionate kiss on his lips, coaxing his
mouth open—not that he needed convincing.  Merlin, he tasted so nice.
I wrapped my arm around him as we kissed.  It felt like we were spinning.
We both broke away to catch our breath.  Gasping, panting, he whispered in that
smoky voice of his, “Mister Malfoy.”
I groaned, “Professor Snape.”
He took me into a hard kiss this time, practically sucking the juices from my
mouth.  He moaned into my mouth, something incoherent, and I moaned back as he
took me.
He grabbed my sides, running his hands up and down, squeezing my arse.  I
groaned and kissed him harder.  My cock was so swollen.
“Severus…” I whispered, licking a stripe up his neck.  I nuzzled and kissed him
there, eliciting the most intriguing sounds from the older man.  Merlin, it was
so bloody arousing.
He gasped, “Draco.  I’ve waited so long.”  He stroked my cheek, searching my
eyes.
I murmured against his mouth, “So have I.”  Then, I gave him a kiss and dropped
down to my knees, staring into his eyes.
His mouth was parted, a look of slight disbelief in his gaze, as I unbuckled
his pants, pulled down his black trousers, and wrapped my hand around his
amazing length.
He hissed, “Draco!”  I bit my lip, finally looking at his girth.  He was
slightly bigger than father.  I was drooling at the thought of having this cock
in my mouth, and then later, in my arse…
I looked into his burning gaze again and wrapped my pink lips around that
hardened prick, sucking hard, going slowly down.
He immediately widened his eyes and put his shaking hand on my hair, running
his hands through it.  “Oh…Merlin!”  He actually whimpered as I worked on that
impressive cock, tasting him.
I took my time, sucking him hard but slowly.  I looked up at him.
He was biting his lip.  His onyx eyes were as genuine as I’d ever seen.  I
almost stopped.  Perhaps my heart did, in that moment. 
I wanted to make this good for him. 
I bobbed up and down on his cock, my tongue licking the underside.  He groaned
deeply, fingers through my hair, touching my cheek.  I looked up again and
played with his balls.
He looked like he was about to fall apart.  He started shaking.  I growled
around his cock, “Cum!”
He let out a deep, long groan, and that glorious cock came in my mouth.  He
writhed, gagging me.  He unintentionally pushed me onto his bulk, feeling the
waves of sensation take him over.  I stayed with him—I drank him down.
Finally, I licked his cock clean. 
“Such a good boy, Draco.”  He said lowly, with piercing eyes.  “Your father has
taught you well.”
I shivered.  “Thank you…Sir.”  I smirked.  My cock was getting so bloody hard
in my trousers. 
Snape pulled me up by my hair and kissed me hard, giving me his tongue.  “What
did you call me, brat?”  He pushed me up against the wall of his bedroom door. 
I felt his tongue coax mine.
I whimpered like a slut.  “Sir.”
He smirked with a wicked look in his eyes.  “Your father tells me you like it
rough.”  He licked his lips—my eyes widened.  “He tells me many things, Draco.”
I moaned, catching my breath.  “…What does he tell you?”  I felt a bit nervous
about that.
He put a finger on my lips.  “Do you remember what you used to call me when you
were younger, Draco?” 
He couldn’t mean…I must have heard that wrong.  “Why…I mean…does that matter?”
He licked my neck, sucking on my jugular.  I groaned and pressed against him. 
He chuckled evilly.
“Just say it.”  He said against my neck.  “You know you want to say it—don’t
you?”  Oh, that rich voice. 
I felt my breath hitch.  “Uncle Severus.”  I heard my own voice, all raspy.  It
sounded right.
“That’s correct, Draco,” he hissed, “you dirty little slut.  And now you want
Uncle Severus to fuckyou, is that right?”  He pressed his erection against
mine, our clothing so straining.
I whimpered, “Yes—Uncle Sev, please fuck me.” 
He spelled off my shirt quickly, sucking a nipple.  “Do you like calling me
that, Draco?  Lucius tells me that you scream out very dirty things for him.” 
I began taking off his shirt, unbuttoning the buttons one by one.  “Oh yes…yes
I like calling you Uncle Severus.”  I shivered, revealing the white skin
beneath the man’s shirt.  “Oh my God…you’re so beautiful.”  I said it without
thinking.
The man took me in a gruff kiss, steering me to the bed.  He parted suddenly. 
“You little slut.  Undress for me.”  He pushed me onto the bed.  I started to
take off my pants, then my trousers.
He stood over me, his cock pointing straight forward.  He started to touch
himself, watching me.  “Tell me, Draco…what things do you scream out when he
fucks you against the bloody mattress?”  He smirked at me.
I groaned, wanting him so badly.  “Daddy.  I call him Daddy.”  I started to
touch myself, too.  I couldn’t help it—the man was beautiful naked, just
stroking his cock in front of me. 
And I was so hard.
He chuckled darkly.  “He tells me many other things, Draco—things I’ve
pleasured myself to over and over again.”
I shuddered.  “Oh…Severus.  Please.  I want you so much.”  I whispered, pulling
him down on the bed with me, “I want you to fuck me.”  I kissed him—he opened
his mouth from shock.  I spoke again, “Yes, that’s right Uncle Sev.  I’m your
whore, your slut.  And I want this,” I grabbed his steaming pole, “inside me.”
He gasped and kissed me back.  Our tongues danced together, and I was so
relieved by just this action, I sighed into his mouth.  Just this moment, it
meant so much to me.  I wrapped my arms around him and tilted my head, and he
devoured my mouth with such care, such precision.  This was an act to savor. 
I moaned in his mouth, “There’s something else I fantasize about, Severus.”  I
licked his chin.  His eyes were blazing.
“What?”  He said gruffly.  I chuckled, stroking his cock again.  His arms were
around me tight…I loved just being held by him. 
I leaned into his left ear, licking his earlobe.  “I want to open my arse to
you…and ride you—squeezing you with my thighs—” I heard him groan helplessly
against my neck.   I was already so bloody hard. 
I continued, “…squeezing you so hard, Severus…”
Then, I wrapped my legs around his waist, and flipped him onto his back,
“…until you pop like a warm bottle of champagne, your liquid racing inside
me.”  I leaned back to look into his eyes—they were so wide, so obsidian
black.  Was he shocked?  Did I say too much?  My eyes were probably searching
his for an answer.
His mouth gaped open slightly, as if he was looking at me for the first time. 
He ran his fingers through my blonde hair—I leaned into his touch. 
He stayed silent for a moment—and I saw something precious in his eyes.  The
mask he usually wears, the one he puts on for others, was nowhere to be seen. 
There was a certain shyness in his beautiful black eyes, a slight curve of a
smile, and a lovely tinge of pink on his cheeks.  He let a breath out he’d been
holding, and he closed his eyes for a moment. 
I could only be just as silent with him, wondering what beautiful things this
man was thinking.  The man that looked after me when I was young…the man I have
loved for so very long, now.
I slowly traced one of his nipples, sucking the other one into my mouth, as if
I couldn’t resist.  And, truthfully, I couldn’t—not after seeing his white
milky skin against the black duvet.  I looked up at him—his eyes were slightly
open, and he raked his short nails across my back.  I moaned and bit his
nipple.
He gasped, breaking his silence. 
After licking his right nipple, I asked very quietly, “Have I…said too much,
Severus?”
His eyes widened, and he stroked my face, his thumb on my bottom lip. 
He started in his dark, sultry voice, “Draco…you could never say too much. 
Perhaps it is I who has been…”
I cut off his doubtful sentence with a soft, almost fragile kiss.  His plush
lips tasted so divine, and I grasped the back of his head, running my hands
down his back. 
“Uncle Severus…”  I whispered, between kisses, “I want you to tell me these
things…I want to know.  I need to know.”  I parted from his lips, his panting
breaths, and stared into those beautiful eyes again.  “I’ve wanted you for so
long, I’ll do anything,” I traced his nipple again with my finger, looking back
up into his steamy eyes, “just…please don’t hold back.”
He kissed me fiercely then, his eyebrows creased, and I faintly heard the sound
of a jar opening.  He whispered in my ear, with that sexy hot breath, “My
Draco…I hardly make promises.”  He licked my neck, and I shivered. 
I felt him lightly turn me over, still breathing on my neck.  “…But if it is
what you wish, I promise to fuck you without mercy, and to make this,” he
grabbed my blistering hot member, “come all over us, spraying like a bloody
fountain.”  I could hear the beautiful snarl in his voice, then he wore that
infamous sneer as he looked down at me.  “Do you accept?”
I was lost for words.  I kissed the sneer off his face. 
Then, right when I meant to say ‘yes,’ I said, “I love you.”
He looked at me and the world stopped.  I heard my heart beating out of my
chest.  “I…”  I mumbled, not sure how that came out of my mouth. 
I felt my eyes start to sting—slightly watering, despite my efforts to hold
back.  I really hadn’t meant to say that.  “Please, you don’t—”
“Shhhh…”  He looked at me with concern and placed a finger over my lips.  He
creased his brows, and his hair fell at the sides of his face.  I thought he
wasn’t going to say anything.  I truly didn’t. 
“Draco.”  He murmured, “I…” It looked like he was struggling.  “I’ve…”
I was about to speak, but he beat me to it.  “…loved you for so long, Draco.” 
I felt a wet streak climb its way down my face.  “You have?”  I whispered,
sifting through the man’s soft hair.  It wasn’t oily at all.
He half-smiled, taking my breath away again.  “I have.” 
I felt his lips mesh against mine—I couldn’t get enough of this man’s kisses. 
“Severus…” I murmured, just as I felt a hot, wet finger enter my arse.  I
gasped, “Oh!”
He smiled against my lips.  “Oh, indeed, Mister Malfoy.”  He toyed with my
entrance, probing. 
I arched into his touch.  “Oh, God!  Severus!”  It felt so amazing to finally
scream his name.  “Oh, Severus…”  I said, putting a hand on his cheek.  He felt
so good beneath my skin.
“Please…”  I begged for more.  Whimpered—pleaded.
He smirked at me and found my prostate.  My mouth dropped open as he directly
touched me there. 
“I believe I’ve found it, Mister Malfoy.”  He said lowly.
I felt like a whimpering mess, but he went on, finally reaching his goal of
stretching me.  I tried to tell him I didn’t need more stretching, but he just
slapped my arse in response to that. 
So, naturally, I said it again.  Then he smirked at me and slapped me harder.
Nevertheless, he spread my cheeks and kept the tip of his cock at my entrance. 
I felt all sweaty and needy. 
“Draco.”  He whispered as he slowly, slowly slid into me.  My eyes snapped up
to his wound up face, as if he was trying to hold back. 
I didn’t want him to hold back.  I put my hand on his cheek, and then I slid my
palm down his chest.  His cock felt heavy and deep inside me, but not deep
enough.
I met his fiery gaze.  “Uncle Severus.”  He jolted at that.  “Fuck me.”
As if he couldn’t stop himself, he slammed into me, and it felt fucking
divine.  I called out, “Harder!  Yes, yes!”  I was a whimpering mess as he
consistently pounded into me, in a steady rhythm.
“Draco!”  He seethed in a deep, rich voice.  He held my legs up above him,
really pounding into me now, nice and deep.  His eyes closed for a moment.  He
looked so fucking beautiful. 
“Your cock is so fucking big, Uncle Sev.  Please…please more!”  I whimpered,
unsure of my capability to form comprehensible sentences.
“You want it deeper, Draco?  Harder?”  He challenged with his eyes, his black
hair shielding the sides of his face. 
I could only whimper, “Oh Merlin, yes!  Please!  I need you…”
The next moment I knew, he was kissing me hard, making me scream in his mouth. 
His cock felt so fucking fantastic, rubbing against my prostate each time it
deliciously slid in.  He sped up his thrusts, and I thought I’d break. 
The man was breathing hard against my neck.  I heard him whimpering, so
deliciously soft against my ear.  My erection was throbbing.
He looked into my eyes and pounded deeply.  “Draco…I love you.”
My breath hitched, and I arched my back, “Oh!  I’m coming!  Oh, fuck!”
He kissed me and stroked my cock a couple of times until I came all over our
chests.  He looked into my eyes with that fiery emotion I can only describe as
love.  I could tell he was so close.
I held his arse in place with my legs, his pounding becoming faster and faster,
and I whispered in his ear, “Cum for me…give me your seed, Uncle Sev.  I’ve
been so naughty.  I need to be fed.  Please, Severus.”
With that, he thrusted once deeply, his face contorted.  His breath hitched and
he guttered out, “Draco!  Oh…Draco!”  He thrusted deeply again, and came deep
inside my hole—looking into my eyes.   I squeezed my arse.  “That’s right, give
me all of it.”  I held him tightly. 
“So dirty.”  He seethed.  He came in thick streams, I could feel them inside
me, practically gushing out of my hole. 
I kissed him hard, “I love you, Severus.”  He pounded me again, and I came once
again.
Ironic, isn’t it, that everyone thinks love is so pure?
Chapter End Notes
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A_Preconceived_Notion
The End of War Celebration
(Harry’s POV)
I strode down to the dungeons, my heart beating faster than normal.  Why I was
nervous, I didn’t quite know at the time.  Perhaps it was because I was about
to knock on Severus Snape’s personal door.  The man was extremely private.
But…I couldn’t just ignore what had happened.  Not after tonight.
I had my hand in front of the door.  I noticed I was shaking.  I gulped, took a
deep breath, and tried to calm myself. 
I knocked thrice on the door.
Earlier that evening:
The Victory Ball for the end of the war was everything I expected it to
be—mostly. 
Some drunk, happy folk—some I knew, some I didn’t.  I hardly cared about these
sorts of things.  We’d already toasted to victory, and I said my piece.  It
wasn’t much, but everyone cheered anyway.  They would have no matter what I’d
have said.
Of course, there was a remembrance held for those who were lost.
I knew that we’d won.  Why didn’t I feel it?  Yes, Tom Riddle had finally,
finally died, along with Belatrix Lestrange. 
I sighed, looking down at my chardonnay.  I needed time alone—that’s what I
told Ron and Hermione.  They looked concerned at first, but they were also in
love, dancing the night away.  I wasn’t first on their list anymore.
I wanted to be alone.  So I went out to the little balcony—no one knew about
it—I found it in my first year.  I got so lost, especially if Ron wasn’t with
me.
There were some fireworks—magical ones, of course—hitting the night sky.  They
looked extremely beautiful—some red, some green.  I liked the white ones that
sort of flickered out as they were falling. 
I sighed, sipping my glass, and then set it down on the ledge. 
How, in this moment, I thought, could I feel so alone? 
“Perhaps because the war is won, but the battle has been lost, Mister Potter.” 
I quickly spun around, nearly jumping out of my skin.  “Fuck!”  I blushed,
seeing who it was. 
“Language, Mister Potter.”  Snape said, half-smirking at the corner of his
mouth.
My mouth was gaped open.  “Sir…you scared me half to death.”  I looked at the
man—still wearing his same black robes—no, but they were different somehow. 
They looked sleeker, more elegant.  And his hair looked neater as well. 
“I…wait a minute.  Were you using Legilimens on me, or…”
Severus Snape shook his head, “I have a habit of sneaking up on people—my
apologies.  As for whether I read your thoughts, the answer is no.  You
were…talking to the fireworks, I suppose.”  He rose an eyebrow, stepping beside
me near the ledge.
I just looked at him in astonishment.  “Oh.”  Since when did Severus Snape
apologize to anyone?  I felt in complete shock.
“Always the eloquent one.”  Snape chuckled, drinking the rest of my
chardonnay. 
My mouth dropped.  “Professor?”
He looked at me—he’s never stood so close to me.  His eyes glittered in the
night sky, lights from the fireworks reflecting in that onyx gaze.  I gulped,
realizing my mouth felt a little dry. 
I tried to continue, “Are you…” his eyes narrowed at me.  “Never-mind,” I
mumbled. 
He laughed heartily, just for one moment.  I jumped again—I’d never heard him
laugh before.  Never!
He was nearly smiling, but not quite, as he looked at me again, “Potter—I am
not drunk, as you were going to ask me.  And no, I wasn’t using Legilimens. 
Just my own intuition.”  He seemed to gaze into my eyes for a while—maybe a
moment too long—before turning to the fireworks again.
“How’s your…neck, Professor?”  I asked slowly, trying to think of something to
talk about. 
“Poppy has healed it completely,” he told the sky, “as well as my other
wounds.”  He continued to stare into the night, before saying, a little more
quietly, “You may address me as ‘Severus.’  You are no longer a student.”
I cleared my throat.  “Okay…erm…Severus.”  The name sounded…different. The way
my tongue had to move to say ‘Severus,’ it was almost sensual.  “You don’t have
to call me ‘Potter’ anymore.  You can just call me ‘Harry.’”  I looked over at
him. 
Then he looked at me, quizzing, one eyebrow raised.  “Harry.”  That was all he
said.
I didn’t know what to say—or do.  He started talking again, in that deep
voice.  Why am I thinking about his voice?  This is how it’s always sounded.  I
thought, trying to focus.  It was hard to concentrate, but I didn’t understand
why.
He must have asked me a question—he was waiting for me to respond.  “Sorry—Sir,
I mean, Severus.  What did you…say?”  My breath caught.  He stepped closer to
me, and I couldn’t step back.  I was on the corner of the ledge and the wall. 
I could feel the heat of his breath, this close.
He smirked a little, with a fiery gaze, looking into my eyes—no one had looked
at me that way. 
“Distracted, Harry?”  He asked, in a soft, hushed tone. 
I gulped.  It wasn’t as if he could take house points—why was I so…fluttery? 
“No, Sir.  I don’t…I guess we just haven’t ever…talked, like this before.”
“Severus,” he corrected me, again in a hushed tone, “and no, we have not.  I do
not choose to talk with my students unless it is about their studies, Harry.” 
His eyes were beginning to make me feel…hot.
“T-then why are you…I mean,” I gulped again, “is there something you…wanted to
speak to me about?”  I squeaked out.  Gods, how embarrassing.
Suddenly, his hand was locking down my right arm, and he was whispering in my
left ear, “I’ve seen your…fantasies, Harry.  Did you think I forgot about
them?”  His hand felt hot against my clothed arm.
Shite, I thought.  “I don’t know what you’re—“
He pulled away from my ear, placing a finger on my chin.  “Harry,” he looked at
me with genuine eyes, “don’t play the fool.  You know what I saw, brat.  But
you ran out of the room—and rightfully so, in your sixth year.”  He said lowly,
his eyes almost hypnotic to me. 
“Are you…going to tell anyone?”  I asked, a little frightened.  I could only
imagine what Snape would do with that information.
He looked confused, removing his finger from my chin.  “What? No, of course
not!”
I began to feel uncomfortable.  “Then why are you interrogating me?” 
He creased his brows, “I am not interrogating you, P-Harry!  I am…” he paused.
I waited for a while.  “You are…?”  I questioned.
He blinked, opening his eyes again.  Before I realized what was happening, he
took light grip of the side of my head, and his lips were on mine. 
They were soft—warm.  I moaned, wrapping an arm around him, melting into the
kiss. 
He licked my lips—I let him inside.  I groaned as he explored my mouth. 
As soon as it started, it was over, and I almost fell forward.  I stumbled,
unable to speak.  I looked at him—he looked divine in this light.  I didn’t
want him to stop.
He cleared his throat.  “Forgive me.”
He strode away, then apparated.
I fell back onto the ledge, catching my breath, touching my lips.  The lips
that Severus Snape kissed. 
I was completely floored.  When my thoughts caught up with me, my heart sunk. 
“Where did you go?”  I said to the air.
Then, I remembered—the only place he could possibly apparate to inside of
Hogwarts.  His quarters.
Later that evening (continued):
“Mister Potter.”  The man said coolly, as if nothing had happened.  As if
nothing was different. 
“Let me in…please.”  I said, wanting to finish what we’d started. 
He pinched his eyes shut, then opened them.  “I…should not have done that. 
Please go.” 
I shook my head, “I don’t want to go, Severus.  Please…please just let me in. 
Let’s talk about this.”  I meant it.  I did want to talk about it—just not for
the whole night.
He opened the door, finally.  I walked in slowly—he shut and locked the door
behind me.  I hardly looked inside before looking straight at him—he was out of
his robes, just in a black long sleeved shirt and black pants.  All black—of
course.
“You wanted to talk, Potter?”  He quizzed.
“Harry,” I said softly, stepping closer.  He didn’t back away.  I took one more
step, so I was right in front of him.  I shakily brought my hand up to his
hair, sifting through it—it was quite soft, actually. 
“I made a mistake.  Why are you here?”  He said, softer than I’d heard before.
“It wasn’t a mistake, Severus.”  I paused, staring at his lips.  I wanted them
on mine.  I wanted them immediately.  “It was wonderful.”  I whispered, looking
up at his eyes again.
He looked shocked.  I leaned in, pulling his head towards mine.  I nervously,
yet desperately, kissed his lips, hungry for contact.  I kneaded my lips
against his.  This time, he groaned into my mouth, which made me shiver.  I
moaned back as he wrapped his arms around my body, pressing forward.
 --------
Present Day
I spent the night wrapped up in Lucius’ arms, completely sated.  The beautiful
man held me all night.
When I finally left, he kissed me and promised to see me again soon.  Thank
Merlin for that. 
Some amount of time later, I walked down to the kitchen to eat, as per usual. 
I had to admit, I needed my strength.  Especially after all the sex.
I poured some orange juice, and then I made my favorite: toast with jam.  I
don’t like to eat much in the mornings anyway.
I sighed at the table, looking at my empty glass.  My reflection stared back at
me, begging me to say something.  I looked…confused.
I spelled my dishes into the sink, while they cleaned themselves.  (I learned
this little charm from Mrs. Weasley at the Burrow.)
I looked into the mirror. 
My face was radiant.  I looked…healthy.  I touched my face—then ran my hands
through my hair. 
There was just something…missing.
I couldn’t quite understand it.  All the sex was bloody fantastic.  Fantastic. 
I decided to take a shower—perhaps that’d be best to clear my mind.
~~HP/SS~~
(Severus’ POV)
Draco had been much more than I would have hoped for, let alone expected. 
Lucius—he was always divine, and always will be.  There is no question about
that.
I grunted to myself, sitting in my comfortable chair.  I couldn’t focus on the
book right in front of me, so I slammed it shut.  I buried my head in my
hands—because I had this indescribable feeling in the pit of my stomach,
fluttering all the way to my toes.
I closed my eyes and leaned back into the chair, thinking about everything. 
The sex was nothing short of mind-blowing.  Emotional and lovely, dare I say
it.
Why do I feel like utter rubbish? 
I asked this, over and over.  Typically, I analyze every detail, every
miniscule movement, and every breath of conversation.
But I didn’t want to think about this.  Not about this.
Why?  Because I am Professor Snape—the…nasty Potions Master.  The one who
students call ugly names, such as ‘greasy git’ or ‘snarky old bastard.’  I am
intimidating—and I have taken on this role. 
This has become everything about me—it had to be, for the last decade or so. 
Ironically enough, this role was important for the protection of myself and
others. 
I let out a breath, reevaluating my thoughts once again. 
I knew that I had lost a huge part of myself—the part I never actually had time
to meet or explore.  I…had not loved.
I had never loved.
Nor had I been loved, for that matter.  Occasional flings here and there—some
fumbling at gay pubs or bars.  I had been content with those experiences—how
could I have known what love would feel like?  What I had been missing for all
these miserable years of war? 
Merlin.  I am a pathetic schoolgirl.  I remember thinking this to myself, as I
got up and paced around my rooms.
I was finally free, after yearning for freedom for so long. 
I stopped in my tracks.  I knew what it meant.  I was afraid, even after all
these years.
I had fallen in love with Harry James Potter.
~~HP/SS~~
(Harry’s POV)
I was lying down in my bed, thinking about Severus Snape.  I missed him—no
matter how hard I tried to stop. 
It reminded me of those days I took Occlumency lessons with Snape.  He’d spend
so much time just staring into my eyes.  Quite forcefully. 
Perhaps I never realized how close we’d actually gotten.  They do say that the
eyes are the window to the soul…maybe they’re right.  Whoever they are, anyway.
I closed my eyes, remembering all those feelings hitting me like a ton of
bricks.  I was hard after a late-night lesson.  It wasn’t unusual.  I’d get
hard like anyone else.
I’d lie there, quietly stroking myself.  Eyes shut tight.  With a room all to
myself in the tower, there really was no need to be quiet.  Looking back, I
must have been afraid of the things that would slip.
My mind would do the work for me.  A tall, handsome man.  He would stalk toward
me in the dark, then he’d pin me against the door, taking my lips as his.
He’d enter me.  He would make all these sounds, with a familiar voice. 
But I was too invested to stop, you see.  Too far into my deepest desire to
consciously admit what this meant.
I was moaning now, in this little fantasy.  I was stroking fast as he pounded
me.  I gripped his long black cloak.  I looked into his onyx deep eyes.  I ran
my fingers through his black hair, contrasting the pale skin of his face. 
Those thin lips were ravaging mine again. 
He said my name.
I came blindly on myself—and I moaned aloud.
“Snape.”
I froze, unable to reach for my wand to spell myself clean.  I just stayed
there, alone in the dark.  I let my nightmares of Voldemort take me over,
because that was normal for me. 
And even I had to admit, Severus Snape fucking me in my arse was a new one,
even for me.  But oh gods, I liked it.  I kept thinking about it, even in
class, but I could never fully admit to anything.  I was already weird enough—I
didn’t need this, too. 
The problem was…Severus Snape was entering my mind.  Sometimes, he would see
into my dreams, memories, and desires every single night. 
He was surprised—I remember his eyebrow raised up—when he saw into my fantasy. 
The one I wanked to after our sessions.  He heard me moan his name.  He saw the
cum all over my hand, and he heard the beating of my heart. 
“Get out, Potter.”  He said, after taking a moment to understand what he saw. 
He looked into my eyes with a fire I’d never seen, but his arms were crossed,
and he looked just as intimidating as he always did.  I gulped and grabbed my
bag.
“I’m sorry, Sir.”  I meant it, too.  I was almost out the door, when I looked
back.  His hand ran through his hair, and he was staring off into the distance,
lost in his thoughts.  I thought it was beautiful.  He had a blush to his
cheeks. 
“It’s not nice to stare, Mister Potter.”  He said suddenly, scaring me
shitless.  He walked over in a fast manner, and I could hardly breathe.  I
couldn’t think.
His arm towered over me and held the door open.  His eyes were obsidian black
and so close to mine.  “Do you need me to assist you?  Or perhaps you’d like to
stay so I could…”  He smiled crookedly, “give you another detention?”
I had realized he was still using Occlumency on me, and my thoughts of an
atypical detention with Snape were clouding my mind. 
He rolled his eyes. 
I muttered, “I’m sorry Sir.”  I ran out and went to Gryffindor tower.  I
scrubbed myself so hard in the bath that some of my skin came off.  I couldn’t
believe what had happened. 
And now…
I find myself about to knock on Severus Snape’s door, so that he can fuck me
senseless.
How times have changed.
~~HP/SS~~
 
 
Harry and Severus
(Harry’s POV)
I knocked three times on the door.  I took a breath, in and out.  I tried to
calm myself—it felt like my blood was boiling through my veins, like my soul
was trying to jump out of my skin just to reach Severus.
Finally, the door opened.  I wondered why Snape hadn’t just met me there.  My
brain felt clouded as confusion washed over me.  But then my eyes registered
something. 
A red rose, without thorns, next to an off-white note.
I walked up to it, closing the door behind me.  The room was just like I
remembered from the other night. 
It read:
Potter,
Meet me at the corner of Second and Main in formal clothing. 
Yours,
SS
I felt the breath escape from my lips, and it sounded so harsh that I was
startled.  What the bloody hell?  I remember thinking to myself, putting the
card back onto the table.
Regardless of my own emotions, I was far too curious to stand there longer.  I
quickly transfigured my outfit into a deep emerald green suit, along with a
dark grey tie.  Nothing could be done about my hair.
I walked over to the Floo, picking up some dust.  I knew a location near
there—a coffee shop, actually.  I cleared my throat.
“Janet’s Ground-Breaking Coffee.”
Then went the flames.
~~HP/SS~~
After shaking the soot off my suit, I performed a cleaning charm and walked
into the nearly empty coffee shop.  I was near the corner of Second and Main—I
started out the door, with the bell ringing behind me.
I remember thinking that all this was bloody bonkers.  Then again, so was the
fact that I l-liked Severus Snape. 
I thought about the way Snape had signed the letter.  Yours.
I got hard just thinking about how he signed his name…it was actually quite
difficult to walk.  My dress pants were a bit snug.  I managed, however, and I
finally made it to the corner, looking around for Severus.
Someone placed a hand on my shoulder.  “Potter.”
My pupils dilated and I turned around. 
I almost licked my lips.  Snape was wearing an all-black suit, of course.  He
looked absolutely…
“…Breath-taking.”  I blushed fiercely.  I hadn’t meant to say that.
He ran a finger under my chin and wore that half-smirk I couldn’t stop thinking
about for days.  He leaned down and planted a light, sweet kiss on my lips.  I
wanted more, but he pulled away and offered me his arm.
I took it, perhaps too eagerly, and I leaned my head on his shoulder.  He
chuckled lightly.
“Wait…where are we going?”  I questioned, finally getting my wits back after
that kiss.
He stopped suddenly.  “Here.”  He had a slight grin on his face, one which I
hadn’t seen before.  It was beautiful.
“…where?”  I said after walking into the building.  It looked empty.
Snape shut the door and leaned next to me, whispering into my ear, “A secret.” 
He snapped his fingers, and the light was almost obnoxious—the place was filled
with people.  They were…dancing.  There was a chandelier above us, people
laughing and drinking wine…
This was a ball. 
I couldn’t believe it.  I had never seen anything so beautiful.  The only thing
that came close was the Great Hall during Halloween. 
I didn’t realize I was grasping Severus’ hand so tightly.  I turned to him. 
“I…I’ve never seen anything so amazing.  Did you…” 
He smiled again—truly smiled, and I melted.  I grabbed him and kissed him. 
Between kisses I whispered, “Did you…do this…for me?”
He pushed me back for air, gasping a little.  He looked into my eyes—his were
shining with more life I ever remember seeing before.  He kissed my hand.
“If you’d rather go straight home, I’ll understand—”
I interrupted him, “No!  Please.  I’ve never been to one of these before.  Is
this…is this a ball?  How did you even know about this?”  I was giddy with
questions.  The people inside this place all looked decadent…the women, wearing
diamonds, and men with their hair slicked back dressed in suits and ties.  It
was like watching a muggle film I couldn’t quite recall.
He chuckled, “I’m glad you like the surprise.  Let’s have some drinks, then
I’ll answer your questions.”  I rolled my eyes as he led me to sit down at the
bar. 
“Scotch, neat.”  He said to the bartender in a white-suit, who replied, “Right
away, Sir.  And for you, Sir?”
I couldn’t think of anything.  “Er…I’ll have the same.”
“Of course, Sir.”  He went to making the drinks. 
I looked back at Severus, who was still smirking at my awe.  I rolled my eyes
at him again.  “Okay, I get it.  You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” 
He sniggered, “Quite.  Your reactions are without a doubt, the most
entertaining I’ve seen.”
I laughed along with him.  “Alright, now that we’re here, can you please tell
me where we are?  You left me on a cliffhanger with your bloody note.”  I
mumbled the last part.
He spoke softly, “I know.  This is a place I’ve been going to for years.  No
one—and I mean no one—knows about it.  This is a secret, elegant and formal
ball, Harry.  It doesn’t quite have a name.  The people here…are sworn to
secrecy.”
Right when I was about to ask ten more questions, the bartender arrived with
our drinks.  He winked at us, “Here you are, Sirs.  Please let me know if you
need any further assistance.  My name is Walter.”  And with that, he hurried
away to the other men and women.
I watched Snape take his drink.  He raised an eyebrow at me, setting it down. 
“I suspect you wonder where I’ve heard about this place, and why you’re here?”
I could only nod, also sipping my drink.  I coughed, it was stronger than I
expected. 
He rolled his eyes and continued, “My mother’s sister owns this place—only
witches and wizards can enter, and usually, families of high precedence are
secretly notified.  My mother is now deceased, as she died when I was very
young.  Her sister would bring me here and teach me how to dance.  I have not
told anyone, not even Albus, about this place…and I brought you here to
dance.”  He downed the rest of his drink and looked at me.
I didn’t know how to react to that.  “Oh.  Wow.  You…you’re sharing this with
me?”  A hidden whywas in my throat. 
He nodded.  “If anyone can keep a secret, Harry, I suspect it would be you.” 
He smiled again, practically knocking me off my feet.  He held out his hand. 
“Would you dance with me?”
“I…yes, but I can’t dance…well.  Er…you’ll have to show me.”  I took his hand. 
His smile was contagious.
My heart was pounding as he took my hand, leading me to the ballroom floor.  He
placed my other hand on his shoulder and placed his own on my hip.  I looked
down at our feet, not wanting to disappoint him.  I had to get this right.
I felt his hand under my chin, lifting me to meet his gaze.  Suddenly the music
was secondary to his sultry voice.  “Look at me, not at the ground.  Just
concentrate on our movement.”  He smirked.  His gaze pierced mine and I had to
remember to breathe.
“Alright.”  I said, a little breathlessly.  I was nervous. 
He chuckled.  “When I step back, you step forward.  When I step right, you step
left, and so on.  Let me show you.”  Then suddenly he moved, and I followed,
and we continued like this for a small amount of time.
I never stepped on his feet, which surprised me.  I’m a terrible dancer.  I
kept looking into those beautiful obsidian eyes.  We were completely lost in
each other’s gaze as we moved easily. 
I watched his lips move, and I didn’t realize that I was leaning forward.  He
looked at me questioningly. 
“Sorry—did you say something?”  I stuttered.  He laughed, and it was one of the
most beautiful things I’d ever seen.  His laugh was rich and divine.  My heart
lurched.  I chuckled with him. 
He looked so much younger when he was smiling.  “The music is changing.”  I
noted, stupidly.
He rolled his eyes.  “Yes, well, when you were too busy staring at my lips…” 
He smirked, “I was trying to tell you to lean your head on my shoulder.  This
is a less formal dance.”
I nodded, “Oh, erm, okay.”  I put my head against his shoulder and he put his
head against mine.  I moaned against his neck. 
He whispered in my ear, “Potter—you seem to be enjoying yourself.  You
smell…intoxicating.”  He enunciated, breathing against my neck.
I let out a small moan involuntarily.  “Sir…I mean, Severus…I am.”  I kissed
his neck lightly.  “I like dancing with you.” 
I felt him grip me tightly against him.  “Hold onto me.”
Not a problem, Sir.  I thought naughtily to myself, as he apparated me to his
rooms. 
He pushed me up against the door, taking my breath away with that intense
gaze.  “Mister Potter.  You mustn’t think so loudly.”  He said, devouring me
with his eyes. 
I flushed, pulling his head forward.  I couldn’t take it anymore.  I kissed him
hard, like I’d wanted to do all bloody night.  He let me, and I explored his
mouth with my tongue, nibbling on his lip. 
Kissing him…felt like the closest thing to heaven I’ve ever known.  Our tongues
danced in a synchronicity, familiar only to us.  The tastes of his mouth were
musky mixed with alcohol, but not too much alcohol—and the blend was,
ironically, intoxicating.  When his nose bumped against my cheek I groaned in a
delight I’ve never experienced.  His large nose was a reminder that I was
kissing Severus Snape, and that sent sparks through my spine.  Anything he did,
really, just about put me over the edge.
He parted for a moment, about to say something, but I took the back of his head
and guided his head down to me again.  With my other hand, I gripped his
obvious erection through his dress-pants.  I traced the large organ with my
fingers and gasped of relief.  Finally, we were going to fuck again.
He groaned in my mouth.  It felt so…relieving, after all this time, always
thinking about him.
“You’re so sexy when you groan, Professor.”  I breathed against his neck,
kissing him there.  I started to unbutton his shirt.  So many bloody buttons.
His hands stopped me, and he tilted my chin up.  “Wait.”  He said quietly, his
lips pink from all the kissing.
I breathed hard, trying to calm down.
“What for?”  I asked, tilting my head.
“We don’t…have to do this.”  He said, with an unreadable expression.
I was stunned.  “You mean…you don’t want to?  With me?”  I felt numb.  I’d been
waiting so long.
His brow creased.  “Harry—I want to, very much so.  But…I wanted to give you an
option.  You might have…changed your mind, perhaps.”  He said, a little
unevenly.
I shook my head, “No.  I want you, Severus.  Ever since you fucked me so hard I
couldn’t remember my own name—you’re all I think about.”  I paused, kissing the
back of his wrist.  “I care about you.” 
He leaned closer, but paused, “But…the others…”
I closed the gap between us, kissing him.  I wanted to say something, but I
didn’t know what, or how to express how much I cared for this man.  I was so at
a loss, but between heavy breaths I felt compelled to say something…anything.
His lips were all over mine, his hands on my arse, when I blurted out, “But…I
love you.”
I didn’t expect to say that, of all things.  My heart was beating out of my
chest. 
Severus parted from me and looked into my eyes with an indescribable amount of
passion.  “You…”
I nodded.  “I…”  I waited for him to respond, unable to breathe or say anything
else.  Love you.   I love you.  Please don’t run away.
He gave me a soft, gentle kiss on the lips, and then he kissed me at the corner
of my mouth, moving to my ear.  He grabbed my erection through my pants and
squeezed.  I moaned, and he whispered seductively, “Are you sure, Harry?” 
I whimpered, “Yes.  It’s always been you.  I see that now.”  I paused,
thinking.  “You don’t have to say any—”
He cut off my sentence and kissed my words away.  This kiss was gruff and
possessive.  “Gryffindors.”  He grunted, ripping off my shirt with wandless
magic.  I groaned as he sucked on my left nipple.  “Always so easy.”  Then he
went to the right nipple.  It felt fucking fantastic.
Then, my pants started to slide down—he took them off, looking up at me with
those attractive onyx eyes.  He slid down my boxers and freed my cock, already
weeping.  He licked off the precum and sucked my tip.  He stood up suddenly and
took my mouth, kissing me senseless.  It was like a drug at this point—I’d
become addicted to those open-mouthed kisses. 
“My Lion…”  He said, smirking, right before getting down on his knees and
sucking my cock to the hilt. 
“Oh, fuck!  Severus!”  I whimpered desperately, trying not to cum.  He moaned
around my cock as I grabbed his silky hair—I pushed him onto me out of
instinct. 
“Merlin, Professor…”  I moaned, looking down into his gaze.  He came up for
air, pumping my cock fast, licking the tip. 
“Mister Potter.  You finally have learned to address me, after all these
years.”  He went back to sucking.  His skilled fingers fondled my balls, making
me bite my lip. 
“Professor…if you don’t stop, I’ll cum.”  I whined, my forehead sweating, and
my hands trembled in that silky black hair.  I saw his eyes glare at me
eagerly.  He finally took his mouth off my aching cock, stroking it instead. 
His seductive gaze pierced my soul.  He murmured, “Mister Potter—how many times
do I have to punish you?”  He squeezed my cock, making me gasp, rubbing it
against his smooth cheek.  “How many detentions must you serve?”  He growled,
stroking faster.  I was getting harder than before, if possible. 
“Sir…” I started, my eyes half-lidded.  I was on the verge of cumming, and the
bastard knew that.
He stopped, making me whine.  “Now,” he started again in his deep teaching
voice, “are you going to be a good boy for me, Harry?”  I lurched when he
sucked my cock deeply again, his words going straight to my groin. 
“Ohh, Professor…”  I moaned, completely taken by this man. 
He looked up at me with one eyebrow raised, as if he knew that turned me on.  I
held him in place, trying to control myself from thrusting in his mouth.  Gods,
he looked so sexy like that. 
He took a breath, stroking my cock now, licking off my pre-cum.  “Oh my fucking
god, Severus…” I moaned, unable to stop my words.
He stroked me faster, harder.  He sneered at me, “Mister Potter—you imbecile. 
I’m going to count down from five to zero.  When I get to zero,” he paused,
smirking, “you will cum all over my face.  Just like a good boy.  Don’t you
want to be a good boy, Harry?” 
I had drool at the corner of my mouth.  Gods, yes, I wanted to cum on his
face.  I didn’t realize just how much until that moment.  “Yes!  Yes, please
Sir!  I want to cum on your face; I want to be…yours.”  I blushed.  Make me
yours.  Please.
He smirked, using both of his hands to stroke my cock, sucking on the tip.  His
tongue darted out of his mouth, touching my tender head.  “Five.” 
I whimpered.  I could already feel myself letting go.  Looking down at that
sneer was enough to get me off.  “Four.  Potter, are you blushing?  Three.”
I felt my pupils dilate, and I put my hands on the back of his head. 
“Oh…Severus.  I’m going to cum.”  He continued to lick the tip of my cock,
stroking me harder.
“Two.”
He looked into my eyes, licking my cock from root to tip.  “One.”  He sucked me
one last time.  Gods, I felt like I was on fire.
“Fuck.”  I whimpered, looking at his mouth, opening for me underneath my hard
cock. 
He smirked.  “Zero.  Cum for me, Mister Potter.  I need you to cum all over my
face.”  His mouth was open, his eyes half-lidded.  I felt him stroking me hard
and it was all too much.  His hands were milking me.
“Oh, fuck!  Professor!”  I screamed, cumming almost violently.  His eyes
closed—one of the streams of cum landed directly in his mouth, which he licked
and swallowed. 
I felt so fucking alive.
I dragged him up by the hair and banished the cum off his face, pulling him
into a deep kiss.
“You didn’t have to do that.”  I said huskily between kisses. 
He smirked into my kiss.  “I know, Potter.”
I wordlessly took all of the clothes off him—piling them to the corner of the
room.  His erection stood proudly.  I magically removed my garments as well. 
“All those nights…”
He raised a brow as I walked toward him. 
I ran my hands up and down his chest, “…I thought I wanted to hex you…” I
licked my way up his neck, “…and now I realize, I wanted you.  Wanted you so
fucking badly, Severus.”  I pushed him onto the bed.  He laid on his back with
a grunt. 
He looked at me with the most feral eyes I’d seen from him.  “Is that what you
want?”  He seethed, “To fuck me?”
I shivered, magically moving him up the bed.  I crawled closer on my hands and
knees, like a lion walking toward his prey.  “I never knew how bloody good it
would feel…and I want to claim you, Severus.”  I sucked his left nipple. 
“Every last bit of you.” 
He groaned.  “How the tables have turned.”  His fingers were in my hair.
I paused from my sucking.  “Would it…bother you?”  I suddenly realized, he
might not like being penetrated…
He smiled at the corner of his mouth—so uncharacteristically.  I had to catch
my breath.  He said in his silky low voice, “I admit, it has been…quite some
time since I’ve been on the receiving end.”
I probably looked panicked.  He chuckled once and kissed me gently on the lips,
continuing, “Just be sure to prepare me well.”  He spread his legs underneath
me, which made me grunt in surprise.  Fuck, I thought, his smile is erotic.
“Accio Severus Snape’s lubricant.”  He broke my train of thought.  He handed me
the jar—he probably made the lube, I thought quickly—and I opened it quickly,
so eager to just be inside this man. 
I looked into his eyes as I coated my finger with the lubricant…and he seemed
to be just as caught up as I was.  He wanted me.
I trembled a bit, but I managed to spread his arse-cheeks apart and toy with
that tight ring of muscle.  His mouth gaped when I finally pushed inside,
working delicately yet steadily.  I ignored my own throbbing erection and
looked down at his member, pointed like an arrow on his chest. 
Without thinking much on it, I coated another finger with lube from the jar
and, before pushing back inside his tight arse, I took his cock with my other
hand and sucked him down to the hilt.
I looked up at him while his dick was in my throat—just to see that look on his
face.  His mouth was hanging open and his eyes were both pleading and
dangerous.  He looked so much like he was in pain—but then he groaned and I
slipped my two fingers inside him, stretching him.  He groaned so loudly…and
his voice was deep, egging me on.
I moved up and down his cock, stretching his hole with three fingers now.  I
took a breath of air and spit on his cock before stroking his hard member. 
“Oh!”
He threw his head back and jerked toward me, gasping heavily.  I made the same
motion with my hand, mesmerized by his actions.  I licked my lips and watched
him make that same sexy, alluring noise, trying hard not to cum on the spot.
“Ohhh…”  His eyes were half-lidded and looking at me intensely.  Then…
Then he looked at me with the most feral gaze I’ve ever seen him wear.  He
clutched the sides of the sheets and lowly growled, “Put your COCK inside of
me, NOW.” It sounded like a threat.
It probably was.
He spread his legs apart further to make a point. 
Who was I to deny him of this? 
I coated my heavy cock with lubricant and closed the jar, levitating it
somewhere forgotten.  I pressed the tip of my cock into that tight, wanton arse
of his…Merlin, it was so…
“…Fucking beautiful.”  I said aloud, not even caring that it was an accident. 
His teeth were gritted as I pushed inside, inch by inch.  He wrapped his legs
around me.  I looked into his eyes, to gage if I was hurting him, but he had a
needy look on his face that made me think about thrusting inside all at once. 
Instead, I took my time, going back and forth, eventually sinking all the way
in. 
I held his arse and slid out, then angled my cock…
“HARRY.” 
All I heard was that beautiful, deep dark groan.  I felt his tight, so fucking
tight hole clench around my cock as if it was coaxing me.
The man looked such a picture, I silently cried his name, then slammed inside
again. 
“Oh!”  He looked straight into my eyes this time.  I managed to croak,
“Severus…” and I moved against his prostate again.  His mouth dropped open and
he looked like he was trying desperately not to cum.  I stroked his cheek and
leaned down to kiss him lightly.
He grabbed me by the back of my hair and took me in a kiss so passionately, I
realized that I’d never known what kissing was.  Merlin.  Dear sweet Merlin,
how the man could kiss. 
I thrusted in slowly to tease him, and then he growled in my ear, “Potter. 
FUCK me, already.” 
That was all I needed to come completely undone.
The chord inside me snapped and I grabbed his arse, arched and pounded into him
relentlessly. 
At each desperate thrust, the mattress was moving, and he was making that sexy
noise.  The bed started to creak, but we didn’t care.
“PROFESSOR!” I whimpered, licking my lips down at the sight of Severus Snape
moaning over and over for me.  Only for me.
He arched off of the bed and met all my thrusts.  He looked at me with those
onyx eyes and whimpered at me, “Harry.  Please…don’t stop.  Please don’t
stop.” 
I pinched his left nipple, which made him groan, and then I moved my hips
closer to him—to keep hitting that special spot inside of him.  “Sev-
Severus…Severus.”  His name was like a poem as I chanted those beautiful
syllables. 
His eyes turned feral once I said his name.  “Harry…give my arse what it
wants.  Plant your cock inside me to the root…oh, Merlin!”  The man fell apart
before my eyes. 
I moaned and teased him, going slower.  “To the root, Severus.”  I pushed all
the way inside, then slid back out halfway.  He growled back at me, “Your
cock!”  He licked his lips, “Your cock is growinginside me, Potter!”  He
clenched my sensitive cockhead and forced me to stay all the way inside with
his legs at my back.  I fell forward a little, in a haze.
“Severus…oh Merlin, I want you…”  I looked into his steamy eyes and kept
thrusting in deep motions. 
He yelped every time I brushed his prostate.
“Oh…fuck!”  He whimpered, putting a finger in my mouth.  I sucked on it.  He
smirked.  I almost came.
“Harry…” he said lowly, “my arse is so fucking thirsty.  Make me
yours…please.”  He caressed my cheek and clenched around my cock.  “My arse is
milking you, Mister Potter.  Sucking you dry.”
I dug my nails into his shoulders and arched in at those bloody dirty words. 
“Ohhhh…”
He hissed, “Yes, Mister Potter.  Yes.”  He wrapped his arms around my back as I
continued to masterfully hump him, pressing as deep as possible—so deep that I
could feel my cock swell again.
I remember feeling helpless and in control all at the same time.  “You’re…oh
fuck…you’re holding me…”
He smirked.  “My body will get what it wants, Mister Potter.  Your delicious
prick,” he paused, “is going to emptyitself inside me.  Isn’t that what you
want, Harry?”  He coaxed.  He was right.  Oh Merlin…his words…
“SEVERUS!  YES!  YES!”  I howled, unable to hold on.  I looked into those
beautiful onyx eyes and felt my cock twitch.  He mouthed my name and unloaded
all his sticky seed between us. 
“I love you.”  He said so softly I almost didn’t hear it.  He looked surprised
as he came, grunting, coming again, looking at me with the most heavenly
expression.
My eyes closed, I arched up, and the bed creaked as his arse milked my ripe
penis.  My sticky, thick strands of cum hit his walls.  I was saying something
I can’t remember.  I could have sworn I blacked out. 
I remember collapsing and nearly sobbing at how good that felt.  I couldn’t
pull out of him yet.  “I love you.”  I whispered, not sure if it was in my head
or if I said it aloud.
He was still recovering as well, sticky from all the cum on his chest, but he
turned my head and kissed my lips sweetly—eagerly.
I’ll never understand normalcy, and why people would want it.
It was true that I had saved the Wizarding World, with help of course, but
Severus saved me in so many ways.
My inner demon—the voice within me—ended up also being my savior…and I was
finally free.
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***** Draco and Lucius: Part Two *****
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Draco and Lucius: Part Two
(Draco’s POV)
I knew that father had been waiting for me. 
My cock was on fire.  It had been too bloody long since I’d been with him. 
I could harp on the details—how wrong it is to some people, to be in love with
their blood-related father.  I could walk out at any time. 
I have contemplated the reasons why I love my father, but none of them seem
wrong. 
He never molested me, and we started out slowly, just kissing.  Sweet, glorious
kissing.
I practically sighed.  Merlin, the kisses.  How soft his lips are.
I breathed in slowly, and then out again, as I thought of more things I loved
about him. 
It might be sick, twisted, or obscure…but I find it erotic.  Fucking the very
person who implanted their seed to make me?  Yes.  It was very arousing.
I had never dreamed that my destiny would be this sweet. 
~~DM/LM~~
I apparated into our Manor.  There was a note on the small coffee-table, with
green roses.  Charmed, of course.  Father’s touch.
My Dragon,
Meet me upstairs, my sweet boy.  I’ve missed you.
-Daddy
I shivered.  I felt a thrill run through my back, then my erection flared
inside my pants. 
I sniffed the flowers before heading up the stairs into father’s room. 
The door was cracked open.  “Father?”  Just saying ‘Father’ sent a thrill to my
cock.  I opened the door, into his luxurious bedroom. 
He came out of his private study, connected to his bedroom.  I licked my lips. 
“Father…”
He looked divine, as always.  Dark green button up shirt, black pants.  His
eyes were deep for me.  “Dragon.  Come here.”  His voice seethed and cracked.
I walked toward him, as if in a trance.  He pulled me into a tight embrace.  I
wrapped my arms around him, listening to his heart beat against his chest.  
“I’ve missed you so much, Daddy.”
He groaned.  I could feel his erection against my thigh.  “Draco…I’ve missed
you more, I can assure you.”
I pulled away to look into his eyes.  My hand grazed his cheek.  His long
blonde hair looked beautiful in this light.  “Thank you for the flowers,
father.”  I heard my voice crack as well.
He leaned into my touch, kissing my hand.  “I know how much you love flowers. 
I wanted tonight to be special.”
I smiled, immediately leaning in to kiss him.  “You’re too good to me.”  I
gently pressed my lips against his.  His lips were soft, as always, but he
moved so swiftly.  So elegantly, he devoured my lips. 
He growled into my mouth and gripped my hair.  “Dragon.  You little tease.”  He
made me whimper and moan. 
I pushed him toward the bed.  He caught my hands and started to take off my
shirt.  I didn’t let him.
His face looked flushed as I sank to my knees, keeping eye-contact with him.  I
bit my lip as I unbuttoned his pants, sliding them down.  His eyes were burning
into mine as I took down his boxers.
His eight-inch cock sprung free, all needy and swollen.  I took a moment just
to look at him, with his mouth gaped open, hanging on my every movement. 
I grabbed the base of his cock.  He shuddered, looking feral and wanton at the
same time.  I licked the tip of his cock, which made his eyes widen.  “Daddy.” 
I said simply, all needy and hot.  My trained throat swallowed most of him
whole.  I slowly brought myself down on his huge, thick bulk. 
He finally broke his silence and groaned loudly, “Oh!  Ohh, my sweet Dragon!”
He looked into my blue eyes as I swallowed determinedly around him.  He gripped
the back of my head. 
I came up for air and spit on his cock, pumping it with my hand.  “Daddy…” I
whispered, “I want to be naughty for you.  Let me have your thick seed.”  Then
I swallowed him again.  I could taste pre-cum in my mouth, but he held back.
He gasped and gripped my hair.  “Ohh!  My!  Fucking, Merlin!”  He seethed
through gritted teeth.  “You missed your Daddy?  You want Daddy’s seed?”  He
was starting to get possessive. 
I couldn’t wait.
I grinned around his cock, sucking harder. 
He spelled off our clothing and pulled me up by my hair, kissing me into
oblivion.  I ran my fingers through his silky hair and moaned.  His lush mouth
tasted divine.  I grabbed his cock whispering, “Please Daddy?  It’s been so
long since I’ve been fed…”
He snarled against my mouth.  “You bloody tease.”  He pushed me onto the bed
and climbed seductively toward me.  “Is my baby hungry?”  He asked angelically,
just before sucking on my left nipple.  His grey eyes were piercing.
I called out, “Oh!  Father, please!”  I clawed at his back.  
He bit my bottom lip and growled, rubbing our erections together.  I swear I
almost came. 
“…Daddy, let me ride your cock.  I need it…I need to feel you inside me!”  I
cried, practically dying for him. 
His finger was pressed to my lips, “Shhhh…Shh, shh, it’s alright, Dragon.”  He
accio-ed the lubricant.  “I need to prepare you.  I know what you need.”
I whimpered, “Yes Father.”
He smirked, inserting one lubricated finger into my arse.  “That’s my good
boy.  I know how much you like to be nasty for me…”  He twisted his finger
inside me, and I gasped. 
“I…I need it!” I called out, whining desperately. 
He inserted another finger, chuckling evilly.  “You want to ride me, is that
it, Dragon?  You want to fuck me?”  He stretched me, mercilessly rubbing my
prostate.
I practically sobbed of relief.  “Yes!  Let me ride you.”  He pulled out his
fingers and I whimpered at the loss.
He flipped us over, and his hair was flowing beside him on the duvet.  I
touched his cheek, “You’re so fucking beautiful.”  I slicked his cock with
lubricant.
He groaned, grabbing my arse.  “You are the beautiful one, Draco.  I’ve missed
you so much, my little boy.”
I spread my arse, positioned above him.  I slowly sank down.  “Oh…”  He and I
both groaned in unison. 
His eyes looked softer than ever, but his face was snarling.  “My dirty little
Dragon, always wanting my cock inside of you.”  I sunk deeper causing him to
moan. 
I looked into his eyes and pumped slowly on top of his cock.  The cool grey
orbs glittered at me to continue.  I finally sank all the way down, and I
watched him bite his lip.  He grabbed my hips and thrust up inside me, as if he
couldn’t control himself.
I love it when he snarls at me—he whimpers right after.  “Move, love.”  He
whimpered, trying to contain himself. 
I bounced on his cock once, slowly.  His nails dug into my hips.  “Yes!” I
screamed.  His long cock rubbed my prostate.  “Daddy.”  I husked. 
He growled at me again with that snarl that melts me.  I bounced on him again,
then found a steady rhythm. 
I wanted to put on a show for him.  I looked into his eyes and sucked on my
fingers, then I pinched one of my nipples.  I threw my head back and grinded
against his cock.  With every bounce I whimpered, “Oh!”  I know how much he
loves hearing me.
“Fuck!”  He seethed, trying not to shake underneath me. 
I leaned over and kissed him desperately on the lips.  He growled in my mouth,
took hold of my hips and fucked me in earnest. 
The bed was creaking over and over…his breath was warm against my mouth. 
I held onto him and whimpered, trying to make myself last. 
He smirked at me, “Dragon…you dirty little slut.”  He suddenly flipped me over,
all sweaty and beautiful, glistening in the light.  I mewled and he chuckled
evilly.  “Now it’s my turn.  Tell me what you want, my son.”
My head was still spinning—but his cock wasn’t rubbing my prostate anymore. 
The tease.  “Father…please!  Put it back inside.”  I said it desperately.
He smirked at me again, “My little boy.  So in need.”  He pushed half-way
inside, taunting me.
I tried to push up against him, but he stopped me. 
He slowly pushed the rest of his large cock into me—savoring the moment.  I
felt like I was going to explode.  It had been far too long since we’d fucked. 
“Father.”  That caught his attention.  He finally opened his eyes to look down
at me while stilling his cock inside me.  “I need you—” I rolled my hips,
making him grunt, “to plant your seed.”
He growled and thrusted, making both of us moan in unison.  I screamed, “Yes! 
Yes!”  His muscles flexed in the soft light, while his hair swayed as he fucked
me steadily.  He looked like he wanted to cum—like he was holding back.  I
clenched my arse.
“Oh, God!”  He bit his lip.  “Draco!  If you do that again, I’m afraid I’ll
cum.”  He tried to even his breaths.
I wanted him to move faster.  “Please, father.  I need your semen.  The cum
that created me.  Please!”  I let out a desperate whimper. 
My father looked like an angel above me, as his eyes grew darker, and his hips
snapped against me.  He took my cock in his hands and pumped.  “You’re my nasty
boy, aren’t you?”
I whimpered, “Oh, yes Daddy!  I need my Daddy’s cock!”  I felt my prostate
being brushed over and over, and I about lost it.
He took an uneven breath, raggedly growling, “Daddy’s going to cum.  Daddy’s
close.”  He grabbed my arse. 
I offered myself to him.  His hand left my cock, but it didn’t matter.  All
that mattered was his hard length inside me.
“Lucius.”  I felt my eyes close halfway as I arched off the bed.  My father
looked like he’d tasted heaven.  “I’m…I’m…”
“Cum for me, my son.  Be a good little boy for me—yes, that’s right.  You’re
Daddy’s good boy.” 
I felt his hot semen—the semen that made me—deep inside of my hole.  I clenched
down on his cock.  I gripped him hard as I came, shooting stream after thick
stream onto him and I.  I loved how I could make him lose control.  His
whimpers, his angelic face.  The hair that looks so much like my own.
He collapsed on top of me, stroking my cheek.  “My son.”
All I could say was, “Thank you Father.”
Then I slipped into that welcoming darkness, tight in his embrace, and he held
me while I dreamt only of him.
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