Master of None

At the end of Severus’ sixth year, Lucius paid him a visit. He got onto the grounds and into the Slytherin dorm with no difficulties, and once there, he asked about Severus’ room. A pretty young girl with dark blonde hair was happy to help, and showed him to Severus’ room, which was one of the few single rooms in the dorm. Was his little follower being antisocial? It was difficult to get assigned to a private room, and Severus must have been either very good, or very bad.

He thanked his helper and took down Severus’ advanced wards, letting himself in. Closing the door quietly behind him, Lucius could see Severus was sleeping, curled onto his side facing away from the door. His hair was strewn messily on the pillow and his pale face shone in the moonlight. His room was very neat, everything in its place. Lucius spotted a photo of himself on the bedside table and moved closer to see it better. It was from his wedding, a photo where he sneered condescendingly at the camera, his arm hanging loosely around his new wife, whose image was covered by a piece of paper taped to the photo. Lucius remembered this photo and why he had sent it along with the others. Severus knew this face was not for him, and he hadn’t made it to the boy in years, but for some reason, Severus liked this look on his face; as though whatever he was looking at was beneath him. Lucius took the photo and ripped Narcissa right off, throwing her in the garbage and putting the photo back.

He undressed, leaving only his snug boxers and crawled into bed with Severus. Severus was wearing pajama bottoms but his top was bare, and Lucius caressed it, relishing the smooth skin beneath his fingers. He moved carefully and pressed himself again Severus’ back, curving his body into the younger man’s, and slowly snaking his hand around Severus’ middle. He pressed Severus into himself and felt desire pooling in his belly and blood rushing to his cock. He leaned forward and inhaled deeply of the other man’s hair, enjoying the clean scent of Severus Snape.

Suddenly, the pliant body in his arms stiffened and nearly jerked from his grasp. But Lucius held tight and whispered, “Severus, how I’ve missed you.” Severus immediately yielded and relaxed his body.

“What are you doing in my bed?” They hadn’t spoken much since their discussion at the picnic table, and they hadn’t said anything about the content of that discussion. But here was Lucius, in his bed, arousal unmistakable against Severus’ backside, hand on Severus’ belly and moving in gentle circles.

“I’m just here for a visit. I wanted to see if you have made a decision.” Severus had. He wanted to be out of control; just for once in his life, he wanted someone he actually asked to make decisions for him. He was still nervous, and was sure Lucius would rescind the offer when he realized Severus wasn’t any good at being submissive. But he had even begun to tie his hair back, and wear the clothes Lucius gave him. He never told Lucius before because he wanted to see how it felt. He liked it.

“I’ll do everything you ask, Lucius. Everything. I trust you.”

“Good boy.” Severus felt his cock stiffen but couldn’t be sure if it was because of Lucius’ succinct words or the hand that was moving slightly lower on his stomach. Lucius hid his delight at Severus’ soft words, but kissed him softly on the cheek to show his appreciation.

“And will you to do everything I ask of you tonight?”

Severus tried to turn to look at his friend but Lucius' grip did not relent. He wanted to please the blond man, almost desperately. “Of course.”

Lucius grinned broadly at that, and told Severus that he knew he could count on him. He turned Severus over so they were facing one another, bodies still deliciously close, and Lucius’ hand was now on the small of Severus’ back, fingertips grazing his skin and moving just barely below Severus’ pajama bottoms.

“So if I wanted you to kiss me?” Lucius looked deeply into Severus’ eyes at this murmured question, looking for any sort of doubt or revulsion, but saw only a small glimmer of confusion, replaced by a lust Lucius had never seen in the younger boy’s eyes until now.

Severus felt like he was in a dream. He had wanted Lucius to come to him like this for so long, and now Lucius wanted Severus to kiss him. Severus knew he was inexperienced, and that Lucius was the opposite, but he instinctively knew he could please his friend. He leaned in and pressed his lips softly against the blond’s. Lucius did not move or reciprocate, and Severus moved his lips insistently. At first his kisses were small and closemouthed and he would pull back, look at Lucius and kiss him again. But when he did not react, Severus opened his mouth and slanted his head a little and pressed harder, lips moving and drawing Lucius’ into his own mouth, his tongue moving along the seam of Lucius’ lips, requesting entrance.

Still, Lucius did not move. Severus raised his hand to Lucius’ cheek and pressed his lips almost brutally against his, tongue licking and teeth nipping to no avail, and Severus whimpered in defeat and was about to pull away to demand what he was supposed to do, when Lucius’ mouth opened beneath his.

Severus moaned in triumph and thrust his tongue into Lucius’ mouth. His movements were inexpert but he moved confidently, and Lucius allowed him to learn his mouth. His kissed him back passively and let Severus take the lead, pressing his hand firmly against Severus’ body, moving his hips slightly against Severus’. The smaller boy moaned and broke the kiss, wondering if he was supposed to be doing something else.

“Have you ever kissed a man, Severus?” His voice was husky with desire and Severus couldn’t help rocking against his body.

“No.”

“A woman?” Here, Severus looked a little unsure of himself.

“No.”

“So, that was your first kiss, then. How was it?” Severus grinned and nodded, trying to tell Lucius it was the best thing that had ever happened to him. Lucius accepted this response and went back to kissing his young lover. Severus was passionate and learned very quickly. Lucius showed him what he liked and it wasn’t long before Lucius took the kiss over entirely, pressing Severus into the mattress and leaning over him, his thigh pressed snugly against Severus’ groin. The boy shamelessly ground against it, relishing the friction, but Lucius halted his hips.

“You are not going to come tonight, understand?” Lucius demanded, needing to reassert control. Severus only nodded thoughtfully and stopped his motions. Lucius bestowed a glowing grin upon him, and Severus knew he would do whatever Lucius wanted as long as he continued to smile at him like that.

Lucius caressed every inch of Severus’ body except his throbbing erection. Severus wanted to tell him that he might come without even being touched, but Lucius seemed to know he was close. He pulled away and lay back against the pillows. “Severus, I want us to be together. But I want to be in control, do you understand?” Severus thought about it but shook his head. “I want to be able to tell you want to do, what to do to me…in this bed. I want you to obey me, everything I say. But I want you to want that as well. If you don’t, know that you will not lose me. We will always be friends. But if you want to give up your control to me, I know I can make you feel good. Do you want that?” Severus knew it was time to make his decision known. He was nervous but excited, but Lucius had never hurt him, not even when Severus insulted and yelled at him. And Severus liked doing what Lucius told him to, it made him feel like they had a secret, made him feel wanted and needed.

“I want that, too.” And the grin was back, brighter than ever. Severus knew he had made his friend happy and he smiled in return, a little shakily, but proud that he made the right choice.

“Good boy,” Lucius said again, but this time Severus knew it was the words that caused his cock to pulse in response.

“Thank you…sir.”

The two men looked at one another at Severus’ words, both wondering what exactly had changed between them. Lucius was thrilled at Severus’ acceptance of his domination, and couldn’t help but feel pride at Severus’ title for him. Severus was wondering what had made him say that, and if it was the wrong thing, but Lucius’ long, demanding kiss told him it was exactly the right thing to say.

“Severus, I want you to suck my cock,” Lucius informed him, lust and confidence inflecting his voice. Severus’ mouth went dry and he froze, uncertain. He had never, ever done anything like this, but he wanted it now more than anything. He took a moment to gather his thoughts, when Lucius’ voice broke his reverie. “Now, Severus,” his tone brooking no room for denial.

Severus moved immediately between Lucius’ spread thighs, one leg bent at the knee, the other stretched out. Lucius moved pillows behind his back so he could watch, and Severus, before allowing himself to think, began to remove Lucius’ underwear. But then his hand was held in a firm grip, and he was told, “You have to ask first.”

Severus shook himself. He should have known that! He apologized and asked if he could remove Lucius’ boxers. He acquiesced, and Severus did so.

Severus ran his hands along Lucius’ golden thighs, delighting in the feeling of the crisp hair beneath his fingers and the firm, thick muscles below the skin. He brought his fingers towards the apex and stopped just short of his cock. He looked questioningly at Lucius, who nodded his assent with a look of pure desire on his face.

Severus touched his shaft with one hand, sliding his fingers up and down it. It jumped a little and he wrapped his slender fingers around it, feeling its weight, learning its shape. It was large, bigger than his own, and thick. He had to squeeze tightly for his fingers to meet around it. It was just as perfect as the rest of Lucius, arrogant and proud. Severus leaned down and swiped the drop of precum off the tip with his tongue, savouring the salty flavour. He took the tip in his mouth and experimentally moved his tongue around it. He grazed the spot under the head that he himself enjoyed touching, and flicked his tongue against it. Lucius had to restrain his thrusting hips. Severus’ actions were erotic in their uncertainty; his willingness to please was just as arousing as his wet tongue.

He took more of the shaft in his mouth and found a rhythm, bobbing his head and moving his hand along the base. His other hand moved to Lucius’ balls and began stroking them gently. Lucius couldn’t help moving beneath Severus, but tried not to thrust into the boy’s mouth. He told Severus what he liked, a little suction with his mouth, some spit on his shaft to ease the movements, and a gentle, very gentle, scraping of his teeth on the underside of his cock just when he was going to come. Severus did everything he liked and more, so eager was he in his ministrations. Finally, Severus could feel the tightening of his balls, his cock growing incredibly harder, so Severus employed his teeth like he was told, and Lucius let out a tremendous shout and loosed stream after stream into Severus’ willing mouth. He accepted the gift graciously and swallowed, licking his lips in case he missed any.

“Oh, my gods, Severus. You’re…lovely, just lovely.” He pulled the slighter boy tightly against his body and cradled him, kissing him gently. Severus’ submission was a perfect gift, and Lucius intended to cherish it. He could taste himself in Severus’ mouth and groaned at the strange flavour. He pulled the sheets over them both and kept Severus snugly on top of himself, tracing circles on his narrow back and running his hands over his small behind. Severus was still uncomfortably hard, but he did not move. He was completely content in his decision, and sighed into Lucius’ chest. His eyes began to slip closed and his body relaxed.

Before he fell asleep, Lucius placed him onto the bed beside him, and Severus watched as he got dressed. Once he was as impeccable as ever, he returned to the bed and pulled Severus to him once again.

“One day, I am going to come for you, little snake,” Lucius told him, holding his face firmly in his hand and forcing Severus to look at him. His eyes held all the promises in the world. “And then, you are going to come for me.”

And he left.