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A/N: A bit of Lucius/Snape ahead

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October 10. - Waxplay

Flickering lights dance around him. He is still, not tugging on his bonds even if they cut into his skin. The skin that still vibrates from ice cubes. Lucius would give half the gold in his vault to be able to see Severus now.

He can hear Severus’ steps, he can feel the rush of air but his eyes are covered and he can’t see.

Pain drizzles over his chest in form of small droplets that burn, then simmer, finally cooling into patches that tighten his skin. Prickles erupt, vibrating, his breath speeds up. The drizzle returns, this time over his thighs, he forces himself to stay calm but sucked the air audibly. Another rain of burning droplets over his chest and upper abdomen.

Then - nothing.

No sound, no pain, no nothing.

Lucius locks his jaw when on one spot, dribbling down in slow excruciating pace, the muscles on his inner thighs tremble beyond the ability to control them.

He hisses when rivulets of thick liquid pain ease their crawl over his chest. One of them catch a part of his nipple and his eyes tear up.

The scent of roses fills the air.

Nothing. For the longest of time - nothing. His muscles tremble, sweat coats him. Lucius is unable to suppress either of the two. A glove covered hand pressed on his head, massaging.

Don’t let your guard down, as soon as you relax the pain will start.

But he cannot resist, the more he relaxes into the touch the more his trembling becomes pronounced until his muscles launch into a feverish shiver.

The next rain of scorching drops catch him by surprise, drawing a yelp of surprise and a hiss of pain. The drops turn to the river that burns in the middle of his chest and flow in like a lava, slowly unstoppable to his stomach. His abdominal muscles retract from the advancement.

Lucius hisses again. His entire body now tugging, backing away from the pain.

“The colour, pet?” Severus murmurs into his ear.

Only incoherent sounds escape his throat. He wants to endure more, he wants to make Severus happy, but the burn is every desire. He tries to push through it, or over it - but he can’t.

“What colour, Lucius? The truth.” Severus’ voice is now sharp with a hint of warning.

“Yellow!” he whimpers, defeated.

“Liar. I’ll call it a red.” Severus growls.

Suddenly, the flakes are gone, the pain is gone, the ropes and blindfold are gone.

“I appreciate you wanting to please me, pet. But lie to me again and you won’t like the consequences.” hisses Severus, his gloved hand rubbing something oily into Lucius’ chest. “Now, tell me - what are you thinking?”

“Next time when I express the desire for candlelight romance, could we skip the candles?” he pants, and the only answer is a low chuckle.