Lucius Malfoy stormed into the Slytherin common room, slamming the door with such ferocity that the fire in the hearth flickered. His robes billowing behind him, he flounced across the carpeted floor, almost knocking a fourth year over, who promptly scuttled out of the room. Sitting down on the green leather couch by the fire, he flicked his fine hair over his shoulder and let out a frustrated sigh. So caught up was he, that he did not notice Severus Snape working by the fire, bent over a pile of scribbled notes and textbooks.

Severus looked up, regarding his friend thoughtfully for a long minute, then sighed. "Something wrong, Lucius?" he asked blandly, injecting the faintest hint of annoyance into his voice.

Lucius started slightly, unaware his friend was even in the room. Severus had an uncanny ability to blend into shadows when he needed to. Lucius spoke quietly, a disarming trait that, when angered, he and Severus both shared. "That idiot Potter," he spat. "He sent me an owl, warning me that if I ever used spells, or curses on another student again, I would be dragged before Hogwarts Disciplinary Committee." Lucius furrowed his brows, as if re-telling the incident brought a wave of fresh anger back, but remained seated, idly twisting a strand of hair round his finger.

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Severus raised an eyebrow. "And this bothers you for what reason, Lucius? We are in our last year here, and will likely join the 'real world' soon enough. What could the HDC possibly do to you?" Dark eyes peered at Lucius in a sort of vague interest, Severus' mind still half pondering his homework.

Lucius waved a perfectly manicured hand dismissively. "It's not what they could do to me, " he stated, his voice calmed somewhat. "It's what I want to do to Potter." He frowned, and rested his head against the back of the couch, causing the leather to creak. "You know me, Severus. Well enough to suspect that I do not take matters such as this lying down." He sighed dramatically. "However, I fear that Potter's role at Head Boy leaves him somewhat protected from such repercussions. There is very little I could do without getting into serious trouble." His brows knitted together once more, as if being defeated by something so trivial annoyed him greatly.

Severus snorted. "To my knowledge, this is the first time you've backed down from a fight simply because you might get into 'serious trouble'. Are you going soft in your old age, friend?" he drawled, twisting the last word slightly. His eyes held a malicious glint.

He heard Lucius exhale. It was a shaky breath, as if he were trying to hold in his barely concealed anger. "You know well enough Severus that I am not one to back down from a fight." Severus could see Lucius was digging his nails into the arm of the couch, and he smiled to himself. "However," he continued, "I am not idiotic enough to start a fight I know I cannot win." He shifted in his seat, as if saying this made him uncomfortable. "I have connections, Severus. My father has connections, but I have enough to worry about with the NEWTs coming up than picking a fight with a worthless Gryffindor."

"If he is so very worthless, Lucius, I am surprised that he is bothering you so very much," Severus smirked. "Then again, rationality never was your strong suit, was it?" Knowing he'd likely gone too far, he bent his head back over his papers, watching Lucius through peripheral vision. His body tingled with the heightened awareness adrenalin brought on.

Severus noted a quiet sound - the scratch of nails against hardened leather. Lucius was growing weary of Severus' sarcastic asides, and made no secret of it in his physical responses. "Be that as it may, subtlety was never your strong suit, was it, Severus?" Lucius' voice had become even more quiet, a sign of his growing fury. "I don't like being given orders by a Gryffindor." He hunched in his seat, riled at the notion. "Especially Potter." He began to drum long fingers against the side of the chair, visibly growing in annoyance.

"So what are you going to do about it?" Severus asked, surprised that his friend had yet to actually take the bait. "Sit there and mope? You look ridiculous."

The drumming stopped. From the corner of his eye, Severus saw Lucius freeze in his seat. No-one called Lucius Malfoy ridiculous, let alone his friend. Soon-to-be-former friend, Lucius noted, the fury rising in him. He took a deep breath in through his nose. Severus was an expert at this, and Lucius knew it. He could throw idle comments that he knew would hit the precise spot to send someone over the edge. Lucius remained silent. He would not let Severus win this time. The drumming started again.

Severus chuckled mildly, returning to his parchment. Moments later, the scritch-scratch of his quill filled the room again. His hair fell down only one side of his face, leaving his profile open to Lucius' view, and Lucius could easily see the smirk playing around his lips.

Seeing his friend's smug look, Lucius closed his eyes, repeating the same phrase internally until it became a mantra. 'I will not look. I will not look. I will not look.' He looked. Catching sight of the growing smirk on his friends face, he let out a sigh that tailed off into an audible growl. He didn't want to ask, but, curiosity getting the better of him, he did, his voice low and dangerous. "What, may I ask, is so amusing, Severus?"

"You are, Lucius. Didn't you know? I find your unSlytherinesque attitude highly amusing," Severus said, raising his head and smirking full-force at Lucius. The malicious glint in his eyes had grown. He set his quill down carefully, stoppering the inkwell.

Lucius remained silent for a moment, eyeing his friend cautiously. Was he doing this deliberately, he wondered? Severus was plying him with statements he knew Lucius would not be able to help reacting to. Living up to Severus' expectations, Lucius snapped, "What exactly is that supposed to mean?" He turned to face Severus, fury plain on his face. "UnSlytherinesque?"

"In case you've forgotten, Lucius, we are the house who prides ourselves on our skill at deceit and subterfuge. Although I'm not surprised such a thing slipped your 'pretty little head,'" Snape said, invoking a phrase he'd often heard Lucius use to describe Narcissa. "You seem to be uncommonly dense this evening."

Lucius' face blanched, his lips pressing together in unspoken fury. Severus had a knack of charging over the line of acceptable conversation, knowing full well that Lucius' switch could be tripped very easily. Lucius stood calmly, and turned to face his friend. The couch was between them, for which Lucius was glad, or he would have cursed Severus into dust. Literally. Stepping slowly around the couch, his face solemn, he stopped, still a few feet away from Severus, glaring bitterly. "What did you call me?" His pale eyes were full of rage.

Severus rose as well, his movement as full of deliberate grace as Lucius'. "Dense," he stated dispassionately. "If you would prefer, I could use obtuse, doltish, thickheaded, or dull. Or, indeed, a host of other words, all of which add up to the definition stupid." His eyes burned with dark intensity as he spoke, though the tone itself was mild.

Lucius' gaze dropped to the floor. He was shaking. So much so, he couldn't look at Severus. He was slowly being filled with pure rage, a cold fury that made his whole body tremble. If he did look at his oddly dispassionate friend, he knew he was liable to resort to violence. He was tapping his foot against the floor, the mannerism of someone who was about to explode. Deeply angered by his friend's words, he bit his lip, holding in a barrage of insults that he was desperate to fling at Severus. Feeling his wand in the pocket of his robe, he sighed heavily. There was only so far Lucius Malfoy would be pushed. He looked up, fixing his gaze on Severus, and uttered softly, "One more word...."

"Oh?" Severus asked in amusement.

Taking a step forwards, Lucius stood indignantly, almost chest to chest with Severus. "One more word, Severus, and I won't be held responsible." He was trembling. "You are treading on dangerously thin ice." His voice was full of a cold fury, waiting to be unleashed.

Severus sneered down at Lucius. "So the puppy has teeth at last," he drawled coldly, already anticipating the pain he'd be in later that evening.

Lucius snapped. He didn't have time to reach for his wand, as whatever was human in him reacted before the wizard did. He balled his hands into fists and closed his eyes momentarily. Bringing his right hand back, he swung at Severus, connecting sharply with his face, his palm flat against Severus' cheek. The slap rang across the room, and Lucius stood shaking, unblinking and never taking his gaze from Severus'. "You stupid bastard," he hissed.

Severus straightened slightly, the red handprint already beginning to glow against his pale skin. "Is that the best you can do, Lucius? No wonder you're afraid to go after Potter," he said icily, ignoring the sharp stinging of his cheek.

Lucius blinked. The feeling that was surging through his body was beyond anger. The adrenalin was flowing into every part of him, unadulterated and pure, making the hairs on his arms stand, and his lip tremble. Gathering all his strength, his hands met Severus' chest and he pushed, his whole weight behind him, knocking him into the wall. "Do you want me to hurt you, is that it?" His voice was louder now, almost shouting, and his face was red with anger.

Severus winced as the back of his head connected with stone, fervently hoping that he wasn't bleeding. "Do you want to hurt me?" he asked, pleased when his voice remained steady. "Or is it merely that I am an unresisting target, as you know Potter would never be?" He resisted the urge to rub the lump forming on his skull. Time enough for that later.

Lucius' voice rose, becoming almost hysterical. His anger, it seemed, was directly proportional to his friends quiet calm. The less Severus reacted, the more Lucius wanted to tear him to pieces. "Why aren't you resisting?" he screeched, uncaring that half the castle could probably hear him. Before Severus could answer, Lucius stepped forward and dragged his nails across Severus' face. "Why won't you stop me?" he hissed.

"Because you're enjoying it," Severus smirked, ignoring the blood running down his cheek. "Because I couldn't care less what you do to me." It was a good thing black hid blood well, Severus thought.

Severus' words struck Lucius hard, and he stood dumbfounded, staring blankly. Ultimately, his friends words had served only to increase his anger, and rapidly growing desire. Lucius equated sex with power, and the sight of Severus, bleeding and uncaring was too much for him to cope with. Stepping closer to his friend, who was backed against the wall, he leaned into him slowly, possessed by sheer lust. The knowledge that anyone could walk in only spurred him onwards. Resting a hand on Severus' stomach and splaying out his fingers, he moved his head slowly forwards. Before Severus could react, Lucius snaked out his tongue, and traced it across his friends cheek, tasting the blood as if it were a source of life to him. He slid his warm tongue over Severus' cheek back and forwards several times, before pulling away. His face was inches from his friends, and he smiled. There was a touch of red staining his pale lips.

Severus reached up, grasping Lucius' upper arms in a punishing grip. There would certainly be bruises later, he thought dimly. He moved his lips to Lucius' ear, brushing his wounded cheek against Lucius' flawless one. "Do I taste good?" he asked, very softly. He dug his fingers a little deeper into Lucius' arms.

Severus felt Lucius' response. A soft gasp against his cheek as his lips touched Lucius' ear. Lucius sighed as a surge of need shot to the pit of his stomach, like white hot flames. He was unaware if Severus knew just how much he affected him, but had his suspicions. Lucius was intrigued by Severus quietly passionate nature, and when his friend turned the tables on him, it only piqued his curiosity further. Severus' grasp send shockwaves through Lucius' body, and he urged forward a little, out of a wanton desire, forceful and pure. Lucius sighed back, his voice drenched in need, "You taste perfect."

Severus pushed Lucius away firmly, a scowl set firmly in place to conceal his surprise. He recognized the timbre of desire when he heard it, though it had never in the past been directed at him. "You're disgusting, Lucius," he snarled coldly, turning to move back behind his desk, shaken at the desire he'd had to shove Lucius to his knees in front of him, as he fought with his robes. The image swam up in his mind, blocking out his vision for a brief second.

Anger and Lust warred in Lucius' mind as Severus made to sit down again. His stomach felt like lead, and he bit his lip hard, his mind in turmoil. As much as desire was clouding his rationality, some part of him felt remorse at forcing Severus into something he did not want. He brought a hand up to his cheek where Severus' skin had brushed his. His fingers came away a dusky red, the color of dried blood, a testament to his earlier anger. Struggling to find a happy medium between violence and sexual desire, Lucius stepped to where Severus had seated himself, and knelt down behind the chair. From his position, his lips were almost level with Severus' ear, and he murmured. "Disgusting enough to turn you on, Severus?" His hand slid to Severus' thigh, letting it rest there, as he breathed gently in his friends ear.

Severus turned to regard Lucius solemnly. "What do you want, Lucius?" he asked, his voice soft and disinterested, but not disgusted. "What do you really want?" he murmured, tucking a single finger under Lucius' chin and lifting as he examined his friend's pulsepoint. The thrum was steady but far too fast.

The brush of Severus' fingers against his skin was torture. Lucius suddenly felt incredibly warm, and swallowed hard, unable to look Severus in the eye. A slight movement of deft fingers on his neck was enough to cause Lucius to let out a soft moan, which he quickly tempered. His knees felt numb underneath him, and he was unsure he could stand, even if he wanted to. Quietly stunned at the effect Severus' touch was having on him, Lucius murmured, "You." His brain seemed unable to string together a cohesive sentence, such was Severus' effect on his body, even with the slightest of touches.

Severus smirked lightly, trailing a finger down Lucius' throat. "And how do you want me?" he asked softly, ignoring the empty Common Room or the fact that they could easily be discovered. What would it hurt his reputation? He traced the now-dried blood on Lucius' cheek, gamely ignoring the source in favor of the effect it seemed to have on his friend.

Lucius' eyes fluttered closed. The world seemed to come to a standstill at Severus' very touch. He dropped his head back a little as a long finger trailed over his throat, and bit his lip to stop himself from showing pleasure outright. Severus may have had him on his knees, literally, but he did not want to seem an easy target for Severus' ministrations, despite the fact he was putty in his friends hands. His face flushed a little at Severus' words, "I..." he exhaled gently, trying to compose himself. "I just...." Lucius gave up trying to be eloquent and muttered, "I don't care... just..." his voice trailed off again, and his eyes flickered open, clouded with desire.

Severus' gaze sharpened, and he raised an elegant eyebrow. The power was heady, he realized, intoxicated and appalled at once. "Where do you want me?" he asked, before he could stop himself, and he was suddenly aware of the fact that he actually intended to give more than a passing thought to Lucius' desires. Likely, given the state of his own arousal, much more than a passing thought.

Severus' words were echoing in Lucius' mind over and over. "Where. Do. You. Want. Me?" Each word took on a life of its own in Lucius head. He felt numb. It was as though Severus had drugged him with a particularly potent potion, and all his senses were now centered on his darkly mysterious friend. The words spiraled and tumbled, over and over, goading a single response out of Lucius, who could simply not believe what he was hearing. Numb with desire, he muttered, "Anywhere." The power Severus had over him made him heady, and he simply couldn't speak, had he even wanted to.

Severus felt himself shiver slightly at the statement, and fought to control it. Never had anyone looked at him with such desperate desire in their gaze. He knew, suddenly, that he would give into Lucius' desire - his own desire - and cast about for an appropriately private place. Despite his reputation, he was not an exhibitionist, and had no intentions of putting on a show. "When you want privacy, Lucius," he said, voice almost demanding. "Where do you go?"

Lucius' head was almost slumped to his chest, his fine blond hair spilling against the black of his robes. He wanted to rest his head on Severus' knee, wanted to have any contact with his friends body. Had he not been so utterly aching with desire, so numbed to the world, he would have felt the electricity jumping between them. It was an intriguing scene. The normally quiet Severus, ordering the domineering Lucius as though he were a lapdog. Lucius mumbled, "My rooms." Being a prefect meant that Lucius had his own set of quarters, which, had Severus been thinking at all clearly, he would have remembered.

"Stand up," Severus directed calmly, rising once Lucius had moved away from him. "Go to your rooms and await me. I shall be there directly." He watched Lucius leave, then moved toward the dormitory, retrieving a particular potion from his footlocker. He'd made the small jar of salve himself, of course, not intending to put anything on his body that he hadn't had a hand in creating. From there, he headed to Lucius' rooms, knocking once at the door.

Upon Severus' order, Lucius had stumbled back to his rooms, blindly bumping into a group of Gryffindors in the corridor, who despite their annoyance, watched him curiously and exchanged puzzled glances. Closing the door to his room, Lucius slumped against it, breathing heavily. Staggering to the window, he opened it slightly and took in a gulp of air, trying to restore his brain to normalcy from the mush it resembled. Lucius sat down on his bed and stared at the floor, pondering in disbelief what had just happened, how he had behaved. An abrupt knock disrupted his thoughts, and he swallowed hard. Unable to walk, he used his wand to allow Severus to enter, his eyes remaining downcast.

Severus stepped into the room, noting that it was elegantly appointed and quite neatly kept. That suited him well. He preferred order to chaos, as Lucius well knew. Striding to stand before Lucius, he set the jar down on the small bedside table, then looked down into Lucius' eyes. "Having second thoughts, friend?" he asked gently, his voice carefully controlled and modulated to belie his own desires. If Lucius wanted to back out now, Severus would let him, of course.

The sight of Severus standing over him did little to temper Lucius' desire. His eyes flicked to the jar on the table, and back to Severus. The reality of the moment hitting him, he found himself speechless with lust. His eyes flitted over his friend, imagining what his lean body was like under the black robes that clung to him. He chewed his lip, feeling feverish with passion. The part of Lucius' conscious mind that would have rebelled at his submission was rendered mute, and he desired nothing more than to lie back and give himself to Severus completely. His gaze traveled up Severus' body and rested on his face. In answer to Severus' question, he shook his head compliantly.

In response, Severus smiled, a soft expression that bore no resemblance to the smirk or sneer he usually wore. He reached out gentle fingers to trace Lucius' cheek, running the clipped nails tenderly down his throat. Stopping at the collar, he pulled back. "Disrobe." He murmured the command, the authoritarian voice surprising him.

Lucius swallowed. The sheer purity of desire that he had felt previously was nothing compared to the emotions that surged through him at Severus' words - or indeed word. As if compelled, or under a strong 'Imperio' curse, Lucius stood up, unquestioning and obedient. His shaking hands rose to the fastening of his outer robes, unfastening the two solitary buttons that clasped at the neck. The black robe fluttered down his lithe body, pooling around his feet like ink. Under the scrutiny of his friends dark gaze, he slipped his hands to the back of his hair, gathering it to one side, and allowing him to slide the jumper he wore over his head. He stood, topless, watching Severus, and shivering slightly, as he had forgotten to shut the window, and the cool air slid over his pale skin.

Severus, never one for pointless compliments, kept himself silent as he admired Lucius' body. He reached out, tracing the ridge of Lucius' collarbone with a single finger, the touch featherlight and tantalizing. "Finish," he commanded, eyes mirrored over, impassive and detached. His voice was slightly rougher with passion, but of anyone, only Lucius himself, best friend and only confidant, would be able to tell.

Lucius flinched as Severus' finger tenderly touched his collarbone. His attention now rested solely on his friend, as the rest of the room seemed to have melted away from around him. All he could see was a pair of dark eyes, searching him, stripping him mentally and physically, and it terrified him. He, Lucius Malfoy, was actually scared. Unable to make the connection mentally, as he seemed incapable of thinking beyond any basic functions, he failed to realise that the fear was the trigger. He was aroused because he was frightened, frightened at the power his friend held over him. In a daze, his fingers trembling, he managed to slip down his trousers. Mentally, he chided himself. He wasn't wearing any underwear. This was not unusual for him, but he waited for the raised eyebrow telling him that his friend found this fact amusing. Stepping out of his trousers and pushing them to one side with his foot, he stood before Severus. Any pride he had disappeared, and he found himself struggling to meet his friends intrusive gaze.

Severus couldn't keep up appearances, he realized. The control he had on himself was slipping away, allowing Lucius to begin to glimpse the fire that lay just under his surface. The eyes darkened, flaring with passion as he swept his eyes up and down Lucius' well-sculpted form. Lucius' body had been carefully tended, thanks to the blond boy's vanity, and Severus took the time to appreciate that. Finally, he reached up, fingers coming to rest on the top button of his own collar before he quirked an eyebrow at Lucius. "Unless, of course, you'd prefer," he murmured in invitation.

Lucius stared at Severus, utterly lost in his friend's dark eyes, now misty with passion. He was so desperately aroused by Severus' commands, that he was shaking. He felt as though he had lost all control of his faculties, and had handed the reins of power to Severus, willingly. Looking down at his hands, he saw his fingers were trembling, and knew he would be unable to manage something as complex as unfastening a button. He blushed, for the first time in his life, and shook his head numbly. His throat was dry, but he managed to croak, "I.. I don't think I can."

Severus blinked, rocked to see his friend reduced to such a state. He thought about stopping the whole thing before deciding that it would be more of a mercy to both of them if he continued. Deftly, his fingers worked down his robe, unfastening the black fabric and shrugging it off. He still wore the school uniform underneath, but it took him very little time to undo the tie and shirt. Once he'd divested himself of those garments, he carefully picked them up, draping them over a chair to keep wrinkles at bay before turning back to Lucius, still clad in pants and shoes.

Lucius' pale eyes were fixed on Severus' chest, as if drinking in his skin. He couldn't help but be transfixed by him. He scrutinized the nape of his friend's neck, pale and smooth, and marveled at the contrast of his hair, black and sleek against the white skin. Severus saw Lucius swallow hard, and lick his lips unconsciously. Lucius' eyes traveled up Severus' chest and neck, to rest on his face, searching his gaze. His pupils were dilated, black circles massing over his normally pale grey eyes. Severus watched Lucius' shoulders heave up and down as he took in a shuddery breath, seemingly affected deeply at the sight of his friend. His gaze dropped to Severus' pants, desperately wanting him to remove them, and then back up to his face. He sighed, his voice a shadow of it's usual self, his eyes pleading. "Please?"

A quick smile, and Severus reached up to unfasten his slacks, lowering them to reveal plain cotton underwear that did nothing to hide his interest. Shortly, they were whisked away as well, and Severus was nude, clothing laid out carefully. Even his shoes had been arranged just so before he turned back to Lucius, striding up to the blond as though the lack of clothing didn't bother him in the slightest. He reached out as he approached and caught Lucius at the back of the neck, dragging him forward into a demanding, hungry kiss.

Lucius' legs almost buckled at the sudden collision of lips, forceful and fervent, biting and sucking. Lust surged through him, and he groaned into Severus' hungry mouth. He tasted warm and surprisingly sweet, with the faintest hint of pumpkin juice. Lucius' mind reeled at how wonderful Severus' mouth felt against his own, and he unconsciously snaked a hand around Severus' back, resting it at the base of his spine. Occasionally, a flicker of Severus' tongue teased his own, and he felt himself growing increasingly aroused. He deepened the kiss, losing himself in Severus' accommodating embrace as their bodies melded together. The first touch of chest against chest almost caused Lucius to pass out with overwhelming need.

Severus was stunned at Lucius' response, and edged him slowly toward his bed. As he moved, their bodies brushed together, shoulder to knee. Severus savagely clamped down on his remaining self-control, scowling against Lucius' lips. He would not disappoint his friend solely because he was new to this whole experience. His hand left Lucius' neck to explore the platinum waterfall of hair, stroking through it and wondering how it would feel brushing against his most sensitive skin.

Moving backwards in tandem with Severus, his hand still splayed across his friend's back, Lucius felt the wooden frame of the bed bump against his calves. The sudden contact unsettled him, as his grasp on the outside world had been loosened somewhat since Severus first entered his room. His mind elsewhere, he toppled back ungracefully, and before he could right himself, had fallen backwards onto the bed, taking Severus with him. Uncertain what to make of his sudden clumsiness, he blushed, half at his lack of grace, half at the pressing matter of his friend's naked body, now resting on top of him. Waiting for a harsh rebuke, his eyes flickered across the room, afraid to meet Severus' gaze and see a dismissive pity there. It was hard, he mused, not to look someone in the eye, when they were inches away from your face, and their body was entwined with yours.

Severus leaned down, voice softly scornful as he spoke against Lucius' ear. "Clumsy tonight, Lucius?" He shifted off Lucius, moving to lie down on the bed properly even as his body screamed at the unwanted departure. He ached for his friend, but somehow loved toying with Lucius as well. The beautiful submissiveness he'd never seen before called to him. Reaching out, he dragged a fingernail down Lucius' arm.

Lucius sucked in a sharp breath through gritted teeth at the delicious pain of Severus' ministration. His heart pounded against his chest. It felt so loud to him, that the steady, quickening beat echoed in his ears. He ignored Severus' insult, simply because he could not think of a retort. The sharp pain on his arm, the skin now burning and aching brought Lucius out of his reverie, and for the first time, he felt as though he could think clearly. Turning his head, he met the gaze of his friend, lying on the bed beside him.

Severus watched as Lucius' gaze became a little less clouded, and a feral smirk crept across his face. Saying nothing, Lucius moved to sit up. Turning himself around, he rested on his hands and knees and climbed over Severus' lithe body. He supported himself, so that they were not touching and looked up at his friend from his position hovering over Severus' stomach. Dropping his head, he kissed Severus' stomach, nipping at the skin before dragging his lips further up to his chest. Lucius crawled up Severus' body, his movements cat-like and graceful. He allowed his tongue to slip past his lips occasionally, dragging it across Severus' smooth skin. Moving to his friend's neck, he trailed his tongue over his pulsepoint, and suckled gently. Stopping momentarily to flick his gaze to Severus', he dropped his head again, allowing his soft hair to fan over Severus' chest and shoulders, and sank his teeth into Severus' neck.

Severus gasped, hand moving to Lucius' hair and fisting close to the scalp. He pulled back harshly, not willing to give up dominance. The move hurt, but it was mild compared to what it could have been, Lucius knew. Severus leaned up, licking at the hollow of Lucius' throat as he exposed it. A harsh chuckle, and then he dropped the hair, letting Lucius move freely again. His hand drifted down Lucius' side, slipping over the soft globe of Lucius' rear before slipping forward, trailing over leg and back up hip to drift into platinum pubic hair, so near to Lucius' cock that he could feel the heat of Severus' hand.

Lucius chuckled softly at Severus' dominance. It both amused and terrified him, those feeling massing into an exhilarating ball of emotion that served only to heighten his desire. He shuddered as Severus blew gently on his neck, tantalizing the skin, wet with a trail of saliva from his previous ministrations. Lucius groaned, pressing his body hard against his friend's, and allowing Severus' foot to slide over his rear. The sensation of Severus' warm legs entwined with his, and his deft fingers teasing him, spurred Lucius into a passionate kiss. Their bodies entwined, their tongues circling each other with growing fervor. Lucius dug his nails into Severus' arm, unable to prevent his body reacting from such delicious sensations.

Severus watched his friend, enjoying the play of emotions over Lucius' face. He wondered how long Lucius had desired to be dominated, and whether his friend even understood the need. Severus certainly hadn't, not until Lucius had practically shoved it in his face. He leaned in, mouthing Lucius' Adam's Apple and swirling his tongue over it briefly before gently pressing his teeth to it. When he pulled away, there was a faint toothmark ring around it. Hand still fisted in the white-gold hair, Severus asked roughly, "Do you enjoy the pain? Should I give you more?"

Severus' dominance was dragging Lucius willingly into a downward spiral of desire. He heard only scattered words, spoken softly, his friend's voice snaking around him like velvet. 'Pain.' 'More.' Severus received his answer in an unintelligible sound from Lucius' parted lips, a moan dragged from the pit of his stomach, from a place that was currently bubbling with heat. Severus smiled. Lucius was so willing and pliant, that he could have likely ordered him to dress in Hufflepuff robes and he wouldn't have cared. Lucius' foggy stare met Severus' harsh controlled gaze. There was submission there, in Lucius' pale, lust-drenched eyes, total compliance, trust, and need. Lucius couldn't move. His friend's hand tangled in his hair was causing him pain, but ultimately, fuelled his passion. He relaxed his neck muscles, attempting to comply with Severus' harsh tug on his ruffled hair, and sighed, desperate for Severus to command him to do something. The waiting was agony.

Suddenly, Severus let go of his hair, moving lightning-quick to flip Lucius onto his back. Severus leaned over him, gazing down in heated need. He wanted pain, Severus thought blandly, moments before he moved down to lave his tongue against Lucius' left nipple. The wet-warm touch was almost too gentle a counterpoint to their previous play, but Severus fixed that quickly. In a sudden motion, he bit down hard, leaving behind a branding bruise of teeth.

Lucius was in a trance, captivated by his friend's movements. A quick flip of his body aroused Lucius more than he allowed himself to admit. Severus was deceptively strong, and his mind wandered to thoughts of his dark friend's complete power over him. His gaze focused on Severus, and he bit his lip idly. Lucius was a connoisseur of all things beautiful, and Severus, he noted, was certainly beautiful. Not conventionally so, he mused, his brain allowing him to think momentarily, but as Lucius watched his friend's elegant, snake-like movements, he marveled in Severus' aesthetic quality. Severus' raven black hair was spilling against the pale skin of Lucius' chest, and Lucius was compelled by the sight. They were almost opposites. Lucius, pale and blond, with his cold grey eyes, and his friend, at that moment flicking his tongue over his nipple, his black, heated gaze fixed on Lucius, who was trying to contain his rapidly spilling-over need. As Severus bit down on Lucius' nipple, he was rewarded with a deep, throaty moan. It was as though someone had uncaged a wild animal, and Lucius, arching his back in desire, smiled bestially in the direction of Severus, his hands grasping the sheets that covered the bed.

"Like that, do you?" Severus asked viciously, planting another bite lower down the ribcage. The pale skin there glowed red from the pain. He smiled when Lucius arched again, offering himself up to Severus in desperate, groaning need. Severus let his fingers find Lucius' right nipple, pinching it gently before twisting. He wondered, as he slowly kissed down Lucius' body, if this was what the Dark Arts felt like, sickening and seductive at the same time. He loved the mewl of need in Lucius' voice, loved the way his friend's body bucked under his. He reached the top of Lucius' hip and added another bite for good measure before swiftly moving his head to hover over the other boy's cock. Another half-turn of the right nipple, and the arching brushed the boy's heat against his lips. He tasted salty precum and ignored it, baring his teeth. "Do you?"

His body throbbing with heat, Lucius writhed under Severus' touch, and let out a deep moan. He was filled with so many conflicting emotions that his head was aching, fogged with lust and base desire. The mist of thoughts clouding his senses was only penetrated by Severus' short, demanding questions. Lucius was sickened by the control he was giving up, but simultaneously, desperately aroused at the thought of being an empty vessel for Severus' commands. Unable to answer, Lucius' soft moans grew breathy. Urgent, sharp gasps came from parted, moist lips each time Severus sunk his teeth into his skin. When it became clear Severus would not cease his tactile onslaught until he admitted his pleasure, Lucius hissed, his voice unrecognizably fractured, yet still angered at his friend's new-found dominance, "Gods, yes." His hands were twisted and knotted in the bedclothes, his head leaning back in ecstasy, hair spilling over the dark sheets.

To reward Lucius' honesty, Severus allowed his head to slip down further, engulfing Lucius' cock in the warm, wet heat of his mouth. It felt strange, yet somehow oddly right to do this, he thought foggily. He was hyped on dominance, the power singing through his Slytherin veins. This was what his house demanded; this was the drive that controlled them. Pure, unadulterated power. Suddenly, he could understand Voldemort's seduction to the Dark, and it terrified him. He paused in his movements, trying to gather his self-control and continue, but found himself shaking. Pulling his mouth off Lucius' cock, he smoothed the wetness in with a hand, schooling his features into a bland smirk.

As Severus' tantalizing mouth dragged slowly down his cock, Lucius resisted the urge to grab his friend's head and force it down completely. The desire to regain the upper hand was overwhelming, but the thrill of handing over the reins of power to someone else was equally, and unbearably intense. Lucius Malfoy did not submit, yet here, he was putty in his friend's hands. He was nothing more than a puppet, and Severus was pulling the strings, controlling his every movement, every reaction. It frightened and deeply aroused him. Aching with need, Lucius' mindset was being slowly pulled apart, and the notion that his sole purpose was to give Severus pleasure was becoming more and more correct to him. Engulfed in the feelings of deep pleasure he was receiving, he murmured a single word, so softly at first that Severus almost did not hear. As his friend smoothed a hand over his cock, something broke inside him, and he whispered again, "Yours."

Severus looked up sharply at him, hand stilling. His ears had not deceived him, he knew, but where on earth had the proclamation come from? His heart a sledgehammer against his ribs, he began to work Lucius anew, moving up the body to plant a hard kiss against his lips. He pressed his teeth firmly down, the slight hurt enhancing the pleasure all the more.

A deep sigh escaped Lucius mouth as Severus' body rested against his once more. He was utterly lost in the sensation, drugged by his friend's fierce kisses, and warm, slick skin against his own. The urge to please, and to submit, was so strong it welled like a fountain inside him. Had he been able to move, he would have offered himself completely to Severus. In life, Lucius' greatest pleasure was to abuse - emotionally, and physically. He was a sadist. He had long accepted that fact and learned to quell the guilt that accompanied such a lifestyle. However, as Severus' hips moved against him, he could think of no greater gratification that to release all pretense, all control, and let the abuser become the abused. His mind raced as Severus' tongue flickered over his lips, and he met it with his own, teasing and softly brushing his friend's supple mouth. Managing to untangle his hands from the sheets, he slid them over the curve of Severus' rear, and dug his nails in softly.

Severus chuckled harshly, caught in the need that Lucius engendered. He reached out, grasping the jar he'd brought and laying flush against Lucius in order to twist the cap off. Lucius smelled the faint aroma of sandalwood, the exotic spice heightening awareness further. Carefully, Severus set the jar beside Lucius' head, then pushed off him enough to gaze into those silver-grey eyes. "I'm going to take you, Lucius. Or I'm going to leave. Which do you prefer?"

Lucius shivered as Severus' words burned into his consciousness, cauterizing his mind like a branding iron, and sending a wave of lust to his already throbbing cock. He moaned softly, unable to recall the last time he had heard anything quite so erotic as Severus' ultimatum. The scent of the sandalwood made the air somewhat heady, and Lucius subconsciously knew that he was completely under his friend's spell. He was hypnotized by those searching eyes that effortlessly scrutinized his own. Lost in Severus' intense gaze, Lucius could only liken it to being filled with darkness, something that was taking him over, encroaching on his very soul. He was losing himself in it, in him. Unable to tell Severus what he so desperately wanted, he managed to express what he did not want, what he could not bear to happen, and whispered, in a voice no longer his own, "Don't go."

Severus growled at the words, leaning down to press a soul-wrenching kiss to Lucius' lips. His tongue swept into the warm confines of Lucius' mouth, demanding obedience and control, but offering caring and love for them. His body rubbed against Lucius', a sharp, driving rhythm that carted Lucius to darker depths as he awaited release. And then, suddenly, Severus shoved himself off Lucius, grabbing the jar and standing at the foot of the bed staring at his pale-haired friend. "You command me not to go?" he asked, words harsh and icy. "You are in no position to command anything, Lucius."

Lucius was being torn in two. Mentally, the desire to obey Severus was overwhelming, but physically his body yearned for the warm taut skin of his friend, making the aching absence all the greater. Managing to speak, a shaky sound, illustrating what little of himself was left, he murmured, "No.. I..." He sighed. "I... I will obey you." Lucius' eyes were closed, blackness stretching in every direction. Every time Severus spoke, he felt an implosion in his mind, as though the very center of his being were collapsing. Synapses were fusing, a meeting of nerve endings, a cavalcade of emotion upon emotion, and he swore he could see white sparks flickering behind his eyelids. Lucius no longer believed he could look at Severus without losing himself to him. He remembered idly a Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson in which they had been taught of a demon whose shadow could steal your very soul if you stepped into it. Never, Lucius mused, had this been a more appropriate analogy for Severus Snape.

"Good," Severus said, smiling faintly. "Very good. I'd say that warrants a reward." He delved into the jar at long last, wondering how he'd managed to keep his control for so long. Gathering up a careful fingerful, he said, "Raise your legs, Lucius." When his partner obeyed, Severus began the slick little journey to explore his friend's puckered opening, careful to go slowly, wanting to drag out the torture as long as he could possibly bear it. He loved the line that appeared between Lucius' brows as the pleasure became all-consuming, desperate neediness that would only be satisfied by the completion of one body filling another.

Lucius raised his hand to his mouth. It was a subconscious movement, brought on by Severus' insistent, overwhelming touch. Lucius found himself doing something that a person of his level of vanity would be appalled at -- he was biting his nails. The sensation of pressure and release, pressure and release, of Severus' fingers, was like a whirlpool of emotions, in which Lucius feared to allow himself to be taken. Afraid of losing himself completely, Lucius was trying to hold on to some semblance of sanity. He could always charm them to look right again, he noted dismissively. Wanting more, Lucius pushed his body against Severus' hand, silently begging for his touch, and hoping that his need would not result in further punishment. Lucius' eyes flickered open, but remained half-lidded with lust. Catching sight of his dark friend watching him, he spoke softly, his voice choked with pleasure, "You're.... beautiful."

Caught between dismissing the compliment as passion-induced and reveling in it, Severus did the only thing he could - he ignored it. Reaching out, he grasped Lucius' wrist in his clean hand, drawing his friend's hand away from his mouth. "Do not damage yourself," he said, the words oddly gentle for the harshness of his face. "It will ruin your reputation." He tugged his fingers from Lucius' body, then began the slow process of widening his friend, adding a second finger gently. If Lucius wanted pain . . . then by Merlin, Severus was going to withhold it in favor of pure pleasure.

Lucius watched Severus intently, his dark eyes glittering in the soft light of the room. His senses uninhibited, and his mind wandering freely, Lucius hissed the first thought that entered his mind, "Fuck my reputation." His usual tone of cold vindictiveness was replaced with a soft timbre, a warm voice, laced with desire. His words were breathy and shuddery, as if he were half in a dream state, slipping in and out of lucid thought. Severus' probing fingers were lulling him into wave after wave of bliss, and he moved his hips rhythmically, his eyelids flickering closed once more. Desperate to keep a hold on reality, to balance the pleasure with pain so he would not forget himself, Lucius bit down hard on his lip. Dropping his head back, he let out a low, faltering moan in the direction of the ceiling. As if numbed to everything but his friend's touch, he began to murmur, softly at first, but becoming more insistent, until the word was tumbling over itself. "Please."

Severus watched his friend for a long minute as he added a third finger to the mix, stretching gently. He was exulting in the need Lucius exhibited, the dark desire to be the only thing in Lucius' universe calling to the Slytherin portion of his soul. Forcing away the thought, he pulled his hand back, leaving Lucius cold and whimpering as he pulled another fingerful of the homemade lubricant, slathering it over his cock. His own touch enflamed him more, and he grasped Lucius' legs, forcing them wide apart and positioning himself at Lucius' entrance. "What am I to you?" Severus asked harshly, remaining very still.

Lucius was shaking. His bottom lip trembled in the anticipation of the moment, and his breath was coming in slow rasps. Briefly registering Severus' question, his pale eyes flickered open. Severus' gaze was as harsh as ever, and Lucius found himself transfixed by this side of his friend that he had never seen. Lucius chest rose and fell quickly. Every touch from Severus was like a shot of the purest pleasure, mixed with such intense pain that Lucius had ever experienced. Knowing that Severus would not satisfy his craving until his question was answered, Lucius choked out a word, seemingly random, but that was the first, and most honest thing he could think of. A word that was unchanged by his sensibilities, unaltered by his often cruel tongue, but that came from his very soul, "Everything." Lucius knew that this was the truest sentence he had ever uttered.

Severus' eyes flared wide, and he pressed home, merging their bodies in a sharp union. Pain mingled with pleasure, shooting up from Lucius' anus directly to his brain. As Severus felt the slick confines around him, he arched his back, throwing his face up toward the ceiling. A long, low howl filled the room, and then he pulled back out again, waiting just long enough for Lucius to register the emptiness before slamming home once more. His hand came around to Lucius' cock, still coated in the slimy lubricant. He began to stroke the silky flesh, careful to move in time with his movements.

When the slick head of Severus' cock had first moved against Lucius' opening, Lucius' world seemed to slip into a muted slow-motion, every action taking longer to register on his lust-addled brain than usual. His pale head had fallen to one side on the pillow, blond strands plastered against his angular cheek bones, his eyes visibly moving beneath closed lids. Lucius' pink tongue moved softly over his lips, and his breath fluttered and hitched in his now dry throat. Unable to bear the palpable tension, Lucius had maneuvered his hips forward slightly causing Severus to slide into him. Lucius' gentle movement urged Severus onwards, and he sheathed himself in Lucius fully. As his pelvis met with the back of Lucius' thighs, his friend's pale eyes shot open, and fixed themselves on Severus' face. Lucius' cold gaze was filled with something Severus had never seen before in his friend. He saw trust, compliance, and total submission.

Severus smiled softly, continuing the thrusts more gently as he watched Lucius. His hand smoothed over Lucius' cock, teasingly light at times, and at others almost painfully rough. He grit his teeth, determined to draw it out, determined to make Lucius come before he did, determined to worm his way into his friend's soul so irrevocably that he would never again question Lucius' loyalty. Slow movements, made more erotic by the two boys' near-silence, drugged them both.

Lucius' brows were knitted together, his eyes now tightly closed. His face was contorted in a strange mixture of discomfort and sheer pleasure, soft mewls occasionally escaping from his thin lips. Feeling a sweep of heat through his stomach, Lucius knew that if Severus continued his ministrations, he would come. Some part of him wanted to give himself up and allow his friend the thrill of watching him buckle beneath him, but his stubbornness urged him into silence. Severus was likely to win, he mused, but he would not give him the pleasure of seeing him so deeply lost in the moment. Biting down hard on his lip, Lucius fought to remain silent, wanting Severus to be the one to break first. A particularly delicate sweep of Severus' hand over his cock almost toppled him over the edge, and he swallowed his desire to scream. Tangling his hands in the bedsheets, Lucius locked eyes with Severus in an increasingly difficult to maintain battle of wills. Black eyes met pale grey ones, neither willing to be the first to crack.

It took several seconds for the sudden defiance to register in Severus' fogged mind, but when it did, his smile widened. In a voice somehow harsh despite its soft volume, he asked, "Are you defying me even now, Lucius?" The pointed question was followed by the removal of his hand, his hips stilling while he was deeply buried in his friend's body. He remained perfectly still, pretending that his soul wasn't screaming at him to continue, that his hips weren't aching to continue their slow in-out momentum. Raising his hand, he cracked his knuckles briefly, the sharp sounds ringing out like fireworks in the quiet room, harsh breathing their only accompaniment.

Severus' cruel smile did nothing to stem Lucius' desire, and he stoppered the urge to throw his head back and scream in frustration. Yet, for a solitary moment, he wanted the whole situation over. He wanted to go back to being the cruel, heartless bastard Lucius that everyone knew, not the gibbering, emotional wreck currently being pushed further and further into submission by his friend. Lucius' mind and body warred, the sheer aching pleasure he was receiving in conflict with the knowledge that once this was done, there was no going back. He knew if he continued, some part of him would always belong to Severus. Hovering at the point of no return. Lucius' hedonistic nature eventually won the brief battle, and with a long, dramatic sigh, he gave himself up completely. Looking defeated, he answered Severus' question with a soft, resigned breath. 'No.'

Severus' eyes registered his profound relief, and his hand immediately returned to pleasuring Lucius, the movements grateful. His hips moved back, then forward again. He urged his friend onward, wanting to watch the pleasure take over Lucius completely. He was anxious to see that elegant face slack with ecstasy.

As Severus moved gracefully, Lucius could no longer hold back. He sighed, 'Oh, Severus,' the soft 'S' of his friend's name dragging out a little longer than normal in a low, snake-like hiss. As Lucius dropped his head back, he urged his hips forward, not assuming dominance, but allowing Severus deeper penetration. Suddenly, a sound that resembled someone choking broke the heady silence. Lucius arched his back, his chest rising and falling, his eyes wide and frantic. Then, a lightning bolt split his brain, and his body spasmed out of control in an unexpectedly violent orgasm. There were needles pricking into his brain, driving into every corner of his body, and daggers slicing away at his skin. A fire was beginning at his feet, engulfing his body in a fierce heat, filling his lungs with acrid smoke, so he could hardly breath. His blood pounded against his temples, and his heart felt as though it were in the center of his brain, beating a desperate assault against the walls of his skull. Severus was inside him, literally, but also in his very soul, taking him over completely. As his body wracked with pleasure, Lucius felt as though there were demons in him, in his veins, filling him with a poison so delicious he would gladly allow it to kill him. Catching sight of his friend's black eyes, the image burned in his mind, and he did the only thing his body would allow. He screamed.

Severus' eyes flared, the scream branding his ears. Lucius sounded at once agonized and elated, and the cry was music to Severus' heart. He arched, letting go of his control, letting the dominance pour out of him in a waterwave of orgasm, quenching the need in his soul. His seed flowed into Lucius, carrying the dominance with it. He sagged forward, supported by his arms, his body perched over Lucius', still connected. He shuddered, the breath coming out of him in shattered pieces. As an afterthought, he swallowed, his voice cracked as he spoke. "Lucius . . ."

Lucius' mind liquefied as Severus spoke his name, and he instinctively reached up to his friend with a trembling hand. Had the overwhelming force of his own orgasm not been powerful enough, the timbre of Severus' voice would have pushed him completely over the edge. He moaned, a long, deep sigh of contentment. The sensations still washing over him were unbelievable. He felt as though his entire body was crackling with power, but that his internal organs had melted away. His body tingled, but he also felt lighter than air. There was no sound other than their heavy, labored breathing, fused together in the heady atmosphere of the room. Lucius' mind was saturated with intense emotion, and the desire to hold his friend was immense. Catching Severus' gaze, Lucius' arm snaked upwards, and he dropped his legs. Sliding out of Lucius and eliciting a small sigh, Severus fell into his friend's arms as Lucius' hand slid around his neck, stroking gently with shaking fingers. Their bodies were slick with sweat, and Lucius marveled at the way Severus' skin sparkled in the dim light. He thought he had never seen anything so beautiful. Lying with Severus in his arms, he felt calm, content. Moving his head slightly, he dragged his lips along Severus' neck, and teasing away the strands of black hair currently plastered to his cheek, he planted a soft kiss on his warm skin and sighed.

Severus forced himself to move, gathering Lucius close and smoothing his hair away from his face. After a moment, he smiled, his dark eyes warming as they gazed into Lucius' steel-silver orbs. "You're mine," Severus said huskily, his voice barely carrying above their still-labored breathing. He could feel his heart pounding, swelling, and knew that even as he spoke, it was just as true that he was Lucius', as well. They were now bound by something far more permanent than lust, something that, if it broke, would break his very soul. "Mine," he repeated, softer and more tender, dropping a gentle kiss to Lucius' lips.

Savoring the feeling of Severus' body tangled with his own, Lucius sighed into the kiss, quelling the urge to deepen it. For the most part, it was a tender kiss, but Lucius, feeling playful, nipped Severus' lip with his teeth, and smiled at him. Lying full stretch on top of him, Lucius could feel Severus' heart still beating an insistent rhythm. The very closeness of his friend, meant he could feel the soft thud of his own heart, almost in tandem with Severus'. Lucius' pulse quickened at Severus' spoken claim on him, and he chuckled softly. As much as he resisted it, he knew it was true. They had passed from being friends to something much deeper, and much less ephemeral. The bond between them as they lay together felt unbreakable. Resisting the urge to claim Severus as his own in return, he surprised himself by murmuring against his Severus' warm lips. "Yes, yours." Burying his face in Severus' neck and holding him closely, Lucius inhaled, noting the scent of sandalwood on Severus' skin, and smiled.