SmuttyMcLuciusSnapeSmutterson

This one is kinda short and, sadly, no smut in it.
JKR\'s characters are her own. i only borrow them for a few pages that ultimately don\'t give me anything material, just a sense of accomplishment in my head and loins. ...I really just said that didn\'t I?

Once he was safely in his carriage and they were moving, Lucius tipped his head back and laughed throatily. He realized of course that this game would be just as difficult for him if not more so then Severus, but the prize would ultimately be worth it. Oh yes, he could just picture the pale man storming around, temper worse then usual, taking it out on anyone who failed at avoiding his gaze. He’d be simply unbearable for a while and Lucius smiled with contempt. He smiled because Snape would be unbearable because of him and would continue to be unbearable until Lucius decided otherwise. He did so love games.

~*~

The sun seemed to rise far too early the next morning, piercing through the only window, a tiny hole, high on the wall. Light splayed on Severus’ face as his room began to slowly lighten. He grunted once and rolled over, reluctant to start the day, having lived only barely through the night before. Slowly he sat up, one hand running through his still damp hair. He’d fallen asleep in the shower the night before, the cold water actually relaxing him as it diminished his stubborn erection. Raising a hand, Severus watched the way his veins moved as he twitched his fingers, then closed his eyes tightly as he remembered how those very fingers had wrapped around the base of Lucius’ penis. Why, god why did he have to stop like that? Snape pondered this as he sat up, grimacing at the lingering pain in his rear. He mentally berated himself for not using some type of relieving potion the night before. He made no excuses to himself about how it was his own fault Lucius had stopped. He’d made allusions to his own desire, and under no circumstances was Lucius the type to give into someone else, no matter the events surrounding. Groaning, he sat up, forcing himself out of bed and then towards his wardrobe. He was angry at the Malfoy. Angry and excited and curious. Would Lucius return? To finish what he’d started maybe? Severus hoped so as he pulled on a clean pair of trousers, he wanted Lucius to keep up his game, attempting wind the Potions Master around his finger like some fawning girl.

Snape grinned a bit maniacally as his pulled on his shirt, buttoning it up slowly, his mind turning. It was about damn time someone put Lucius on the bottom. It was about damn time Severus was on top. As he reached for his cloak, pulling it over his shoulders and securing it with more buttons, an idea began to form, an idea as to how to deal with the head of the Malfoy Line.

Lucius, unaware of Snape’s scheming, was at work. He’d just finished yelling at some idiot secretary and was tackling the large stack of paperwork in front of him when a different woman entered his office. She wordlessly set a letter on his desk and disappeard quickly, obviously aware of the delight he took in making his underlings feel like dirt. He quirked an eyebrow and reached for the letter, opening it and feeling the smile spread across his face.

Lucius,
Tonight.
The dungeons.
-Severus

Just who did Severus think he was? Ordering him around like he would listen. Malfoy thought for a second. It may very well prove amusing to show, listen to whatever speech Severus was no doubt practicing to tell Lucius that though last night had been rather lovely, he’d rather never do it again. Or some weak attempt to make Lucius think he wasn’t interested. Malfoy knew better. Not only had Severus enjoyed the night before, but up until Lucius’ rather abrupt exit, he would even go so far as to say Severus had never felt so good. So yes, Lucius’ curiosity was peaked by the sudden turn of events, but would he bother to fly all the way back out to Hogwarts so that Severus could talk his ear off and they could have another half-of-a-tumble? The game would do no good if he gave Severus some semblance of control.

Severus sat at his desk going through a few more papers and glanced once at the door. Sunset had come and gone and there was no sign of Lucius. He’d only have expected him to show anyway, and if he didn’t, it just meant Severus could finish grading the scrolls he’d had his 6th years hand in. He’d just set aside a rather unruly attempt to fudge through a report on Moon’s Vine when there was a knock at the door. Severus felt his heart speed up in spite of himself and took a half second to smooth back his hair and straighten his cloaks, then put on a stern face.
“Enter.” The door creaked open and platinum blonde hair fell into view.

The hair was followed by the head and Severus literally felt the disappointment as Draco Malfoy stepped into the Dungeons. He clutched a letter in his hand and looked like everything the young Lucius had held. He was short, but carried himself with his shoulder back, chin high. For one still in school, Draco had managed already to perfect the sneer Lucius was famous for, though he did not implement it now. He strode to Severus’ desk and set the letter down.
“My father’s sent this Professor. I just received it. He said it’s urgent.” Snape nodded and picked up the letter, ripping it open and scanning it quickly before folding it and setting it carefully in a drawer. When he looked up, he saw that Draco was still standing in front of him.
“What is it?” Draco shifted a little nervously from foot to foot.
“I was wondering-...” Snape watched as Draco continued to shift nervously, then shake his head and step back a little. “It’s nothing. Good night Professor.” Snape narrowed his eyes a little but nodded, dismissing Draco who left quickly. Once he was alone again, Severus retrieved the letter and read over it again, slower this time;

Severus,
Apologies for my absence, Ministry work, you understand.
In the future, if you desire a good fuck, I’d appreciate it if you’d turn to some of those students that hang on you day and night instead of attempting to pull me from work.
Why not nail the Potter boy? Don’t deny the justice in reaming the son of that git, James.
-Lucius Malfoy

Crushing the letter in his hands, Severus leaned back and sighed heavily. Lucius had decided to play his little game and that meant nothing but trouble for Severus who, by now, was beginning to feel desperate for a shag that lasted through to the end instead of all these incompletes. Standing, Severus left his classroom, locking himself in his bedroom, annoyance on his features. It shouldn’t be so hard for anyone to get their rocks off.