When Living Ain\'t Easy

Offering the second. Back in the study with our delicious Slytherin icons.

Oh yeah, and here\'s where the NC-17 pokes its head in. A little Sev/Luc lovin\', although it\'s a bit tame for me -- don\'t worry, we\'ll get to the threesome promise in a few chapters :P

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Chapter Eleven : Old Dogs, Older Tricks

Grey eyes were trained on the doorway, even though it had been empty for several long minutes. Lucius felt the passing impulse to kick himself for not taking into account the relative touchiness that most adolescents were prone to display, guaranteeing a heightened sense of paranoia in their new house guest. Couple that with years of being kept in the dark by his guardians, teachers, and that meddlesome coot... it was no wonder the Boy Who Lived had practically exploded.

Of course, Lord Malfoy felt no true remorse over the unfortunate situation. It was only proper that lesser mortals wait upon their superiors for whatever tidbits of information they were deamed worthy to possess. A sound similar to his son\'s snort of derision escaped Lucius\' full lips before he could correct it. He was almost surprised to find a half-filled snifter of brandy still in his hand. Funny how one takes things for granted. Like the availability of a fine liquor on demand. His upper crust mannerisms shot to hell already, Lucius slung back the amber liquid and drained the glass in one long swallow, allowing his eyelids to flutter closed in pleasure at the steady burn down his throat.

When he opened his eyes, it came no surprise to find his friend\'s gaze resting heavily upon him. \"Severus, you have something to say?\"

\"Hmm, no.\" The Potions Master\'s body flowed smoothly from across the room, until Severus stood directly in front of the blond. \"What more could be said after that little performance.\" He took his friend\'s glass and placed it on a nearby table, then stepped forward until their bodies came into contact. \"It is always a delight to watch you consume any form of beverage. A truly sensual experience, regardless of your chosen drink.\"

Neither wizard spoke another word before lips mashed together in heated passion. Snape was quite familiar with his own body\'s reactions to life-threatening scenarios -- it demanded affirmation of continuing existance as soon as possible, and how convenient for him that his part-time lover was present. That their recently survived danger was their own fault could wait to be pondered. After the immediate need was satisfied.

Lucius waved his hand, calling on a handy wandless, wordless spell to remove their clothing. At the same time, Severus transfigured the short couch into a more comfortable bed using a simular spell. Years of practice made their motions both subtle and perfectly choreographed. Within minutes, the two men found themselves tangled in a heady clutch, hands rapidly stroking heated skin, tiny beads of perspiration shimmering and easing the slide of legs, chests, arms.

Gasping a quick breath away from the Malfoy patriarch\'s mouth, Severus\' normally silky voice was reduced to a dark chocolate rasp, \"Whose turn is it to receive, Luc?\"

The response was immediate, and far from expected. \"Does it matter?\"

\"No, I suppose not.\" Nibbling along the smooth column of Lucius\' pale neck, Severus considered his own desires briefly. \"I want to be inside you, Luc. Fast, hard, now.\"

Wordless magic takes a modicum of control that was far beyond either wizard by that point. Luckily, the blond found his mouth still abandoned -- the pleasant ache of teeth prints kept him from complaining about this loss -- and he quickly cast the triplet of spells that had become the staple of their private entertainment. Cleansed, oiled and stretched, Lucius grabbed his lover\'s arms and pulled Severus on top as the blond rolled onto his back. With two words, he conveyed his own desperate need for connection. \"Yes, now.\"

Neither man thought beyond their joining. Whether the door was locked and silenced mattered nothing at that point. Somewhere in the darkest recesses of Lucius\' mind, a tiny voice scolded his indiscretion, warning that there were two teenaged young men just down the hall. He firmly told it to sod off as his lover\'s thick length pierced him, settling into place with the ease of long years of experience. Nothing ever felt as good, as *right*, as Severus\' delicious cock pushing its way into his body. It honestly didn\'t matter if the dark wizard used his arse or mouth, for Lucius was just as satisfied with either.

A fact he felt needed to be confirmed once again. His cultured, well-trained voice cracked in the most embarassing way as he praised his lover\'s erotic talents. \"Gods! Severus... so perfect *gasp* every time. *moan* Hard and fast, yes?\"

Beyond words, the Potions Master sought to please his lover\'s desire for a rough ride. His lips and teeth latched onto the blond\'s earlobe even as he began pistoning into Lucius\' body. For Severus, there was nothing else in the world quite like the exquisite lines of his long-time friend\'s form. The greedy, grasping arse that pulled him deep inside til he thought they must be merged into one being. That luscious mouth with its agile tongue that could drive him past insanity in an embarassingly brief period of time. He forced back such thoughts, knowing that to dwell on his lover\'s perfection would only speed the descent into completion. Severus wasn\'t ready to finish the act so soon. He had a lover to satisfy first.

Of course, Lucius should have known to expect something along these lines. When left to arrange their \'bed\', Severus was notorious for his precision on the appropriate height from floor to mattress. Yet even as the black-haired man pulled him onto a pile of pillows, Lucius marvelled at his friend\'s thorough preparations. The transformed bed was at a perfect height to allow the Potions Master to stand in front of it, his prick easily sliding in and out and sending the blond through all seven levels of heaven.

And if he got a bit... vocal... well, he was a Malfoy. And Malfoys answered only to themselves. And dear gods, it had been entirely too long since Sev hit that delicious spot! He heard a distant chuckle, but decided to ignore it in favor of pushing his body back against the pulsing column of flesh currently plundering his arse in the most delightful way. What did it matter if the Minister himself walked through that door? As long as wonderful, brilliant Sev never stopped prodding his prostate, all would be right with the world. And maybe that\'s what was wrong with Voldie -- he needed a good coring too, yes?

Like father, like son. Severus couldn\'t help himself, laughing softly against his lover\'s writhing body. The only time one would chance to hear the unflappable Lord Malfoy speak in any way other than the most correct was when he was flat on his back (or on his knees, or spread over a convenient piece of furniture, or shoved against a wall) taking his -- Severus\', and only Severus\'! -- cock deep inside his wonderful bum. When the blond topped, he could always maintain a certain level of control on his words, saying the most scandalous things in his velvety voice. But let him bottom, and Luc was a babbling, bubbling fountain of disconnected thoughts. It did a person\'s ego good.

With their combined enthusiasm from the Potter lad\'s show of power, neither wizard was likely to last long. Not that they minded a quick fuck, but their liasons tended to be something like competitions -- who could last the longest, drive the other into the depths of sensual overload first, lose all control fastest. By mutual consent, no such games were unnecessary.

Pale legs pulled slim hips closer, tighter into grasping heat. Knees threatened to buckle, shaking with the race to release. Severus braced himself on his lover\'s creamy chest, twisting nipples brutally just like the blond preferred. Lucius held his own dripping erection in one hand, squeezing in time with each thrust, while his other tugged on black pubic curls. When Snape leant forward to suck on the blond\'s neck, Lucius had perfect access to reach between their shifting bodies to roll his lover\'s testicles. In response, teeth dug into his flesh, almost directly atop the jugular vein -- Lucius howled his approval, his grasp tightening almost painfully around Severus\' ballsac.

Erogenous zones exploited so thoroughly, it came as no surprise when they erupted less than ten minutes later, replete and finally relaxed. Adrenaline spent, Severus\' mind cleared enough to form a coherent thought that had niggled at his brain not a quarter hour ago.

\"Luc... what *exactly* was the mission that Albus discussed with you?\"

\"Hmm, you definitely don\'t spend enough time in the afterglow.\" Nuzzling against the sparsely-haired chest above him, Lucius time, then I expect you to do just that. But you must also be there for the dear boy. Our Harry has had an incredibly hard life, and he will need someone to show him that not everything is dark and dreary. If the occassion calls for it, you and Severus must be there to guide him in every way. Man to man, wizard to wizard. Answer his questions, teach him what he needs to know, and above all, make sure his spirit is unbroken. The very emotions that Riddle lacks, our Harry has in abundance. It is why he will succeed where all others have failed. I charge you with Harry Potter\'s health, education, and happiness. In all things.\' \"

\"And yet again, the old coot must speak in riddles. One would think, in light of our shaky situation, he might deign to issue more concise orders.\" Pausing to press a last, lingering kiss to pale lips, Severus rolled onto his side before finalizing his thoughts. \"I was told much the same thing, with only one glaring difference. A reminder that Mr. Potter is not his father, and as such is not deserving of whatever petty revenge I might see fit to inflict upon him.\"

Any further musings were interrupted when Lucius rolled against his lover\'s chest, licked a path from collar to ear, and whispered, \"Mmhmm. Sev\'rus, turn out the lights and draw a blanket. I fancy a nap after that delightful shag.\"