Dangerous games men will play

The Dark Lord’s words still ringing in his ears Lucius turns to face the man who is now his Master for as long as it pleases Voldemort. Not only that but the Dark Lord also expects to see Lucius claimed and put in his place right that very moment. Cold black eyes study him as he stands in front of his…even comrade in arms isn’t exactly the word because just like Lucius Snape has always had an agenda of his own.



“Strip.”



The one word is like a whip even spoken in a soft tone. And Lucius really doesn’t want to because stripping means allowing people to see that he isn’t as opposed to the situation as he would like to be.

His cock had become hard as rock as soon as the words about his punishment left Voldermort’s mouth. He looks Snape in the eyes trying to silently ask for a break and almost whimpers at what he sees.

Snape is amused and from behind the black eyes shines knowledge. The Potions Master somehow knows exactly what Lucius’s problem with the order is.



“It’s a shame that I have to ask twice…you would have gotten away lightly if you had obeyed the first time.”



The words are whispered in to the aristocrat’s ear as hands move to the collar of his robe and with a little help of magic tear it and the clothing underneath in to pieces. Lucius gasps left standing in the middle of the Dead Eater assembly naked and hard. Snape takes a few steps back allowing everyone gets a good look at Lucius before anything else happens and instead of making him wilt the humiliation only makes the blond harder. He damns him-self, his father, the Dark Lord and last but not least Snape for being such a bastard.



“On your knees and come here.”



Self preservation momentarily wins out over outrage and Lucius kneels down crawling up to the dark haired man who is already unfastening his robe and trousers.

There is no next command, Lucius is grabbed by his hair and the hard cock is shoved in his face. He doesn’t have a choice but to swallow the throbbing flesh down and hope he doesn’t gag.

The pleasure of having a cock mercilessly fucking his mouth is unexpected and crashes through his body with an intensity that almost makes him shake.

Lucius damns his father again for the idiotic dogma that Malfoys do not get fucked, never submit, Malfoys are the ones supposed to be doing the fucking and the forcing others in to submission.



The aristocrat has already noticed a while ago that said dogma has left him woefully defenseless in the few instances where something like submission is necessary. Submission always overwhelms him, always has ever since his first taste of it in school. And damn if it wasn’t Snape who introduced Lucius to it that time as well.

He forces him-self to open his eyes and look up at the Potions Master. Snape’s face is expressionless there is no sign that he is enjoying Lucius’s service but for his eyes. Black pools that are burning with a demonic flame. This time the blond whimpers around the flesh in his mouth.

A small smile curves Snape’s lips and disappears almost as soon as Lucius has noticed it. He closes his eyes again concentration on not gagging and not coming.



Vaguely he can hear cheering around them and is reminded that they are not alone. He wonders how he will be able to look any of them in the eyes again.

The emptiness in his mouth is a surprise when he finally realizes that Severus has withdrawn. He swallows a whimper, opens his eyes and looks up at Snape. The Potions Master is smirking down at him.



“Turn around…”



Snape doesn’t need to say more.

Lucius refuses to look at anyone or anything but Snape or the floor. He rests his head on his arms spreading his legs further his ass in the air looking for the entire world like a bitch in heat.

The worst part is that he feels like a bitch in heat as well.

The room falls silent and Lucius starts to shiver from the cold of the floor which he has just realized is icy and from anticipation.

He startles when surprisingly warm hands settle on his flanks. He didn’t hear Snape kneel, didn’t hear him move. Lucius digs his nails in to the stone trying to stop him-self from moving.

He isn’t sure if he would be moving away or closer to Severus. The Potions Master doesn’t drag the suspense out but he isn’t merciful ether. Lucius screams when his almost virgin ass is penetrated completely in one thrust.

He bites down on his lower arm refusing to scream again.

The fucking of his ass is just as brutal as the fucking of his mouth has been.

The promise not to scream he has given him-self gets broken when unexpectedly Snape’s hand wraps around his cock.



The Potions Master leans over him covering Lucius from the eyes of the onlookers. The blond isn’t under the illusion that Snape is trying to spare him any humiliation, some deep, dark part of him doesn’t even want to be spared any of it. Inhumanly sharp teeth sink in to the nape of his neck and later Lucius realizes that his ears are ringing from the sound of his howl.

He pushes him-self on to the cock that is penetration him and in to the teeth which are marking him. The hand on his own cock is driving him crazy and his nails are torn and bloody from scraping against the stone floor.

All the sensations combined are almost unbearable but he is holding on and for a moment Lucius is sure that he will manage to come through this with a few scraps of his pride and dignity intact.

Of course Snape proves him wrong.

Lucius is hoisted up to lean against the Potions Master’s chest fully exposed again to the gathered Dead Eaters. Snape’s hand leaves his hip to play with Lucius’s nipples pinching and twisting mercilessly while his other hand is still working Lucius’s cock. The blond closes his eyes.



“Open your eyes. I want you to see everyone watching you. I want you to see them watching you come.”



A fresh wave of humiliation shatters the last vestiges of Lucius’s control. Snape bites him again thrusting in hard and squeezing Lucius’s cock all at ones. And as he comes Lucius feels like he isn’t in his body any longer but watching him-self from the side.

For an instant he can look down on him-self and marvel at the contrast the two of them make black and white against grey stones. Then slowly but steadily he sinks in to darkness which has crimson edges.



When he comes too mildly disappointed he isn’t dead and will have to face the rest of the Dead Eaters the chamber is empty but for Snape and Voldermort. The Dark Lord is sitting on his throne with Snape leaning against the arm of it. They speak softly ignoring Lucius for several minutes. When they finally turn to him Lucius gets the urge to play dead. The Dark Lord sits back watching Lucius expectantly. Snape smiles softly.



“Come here Lucius. Crawl.”



Despite the fact that everyone but the Dark Lord has gone or maybe because of it Lucius doesn’t think twice about obeying. He crawls up to the Potions Master stopping only a few inches from the man refusing to look up. Long slender fingers play with his hair for a moment and it almost feels good.



“Clean my boots.”



Lucius is grateful that his particular humiliation has been saved for a private display. Unfortunately being grateful doesn’t make actually following the order any easier. He wants to tell him tormentors to go to hell but his father’s voice is ringing through his head again reminding him that he is to do everything possible in order to keep his position, to keep his power.

Leaning down Lucius rubs his face against the supple leather of the boots taking in the sent and the texture. He bites his lip telling him-self that ones he does this it will all be over and he will be able to retreat for a time and lick his wounds in private.

The thought isn’t comforting but it does allow him to drag his tong across the leather its taste exploding in his mouth. Above him Voldermort laughs.



“Very good Severus. I knew you could tame Lucius. Enjoy him for the rest of the summer. But do try to be careful I might need him in the autumn.”