The Taste of Revenge

Pairing: L. Malfoy/S. Snape
Warnings: Overall - Rough sex, some chapters will contain coersion, and some kink. Angst. This chapter - Bondage
Summary: Hurt feelings can lead to bitterness, in some people that in turn leads to revenge. And a scorned lover is sure to harbour some vengeful thoughts. When Lucius turns his attentions elsewhere, Sirius tries to win him back... in his own special way.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to JK Rowling, no copyright infringement is intended. I play with them in my head and for fun; not earning money from sharing it with fanfic readers.

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Chapter 6

\"He\'s a maniac! He\'s a maniac, and the Headmaster doesn\'t care that I could have been killed!\" Snape paced the room again, reminding Lucius of a caged animal. In truth, he was caged, having been instructed not to talk about what had happened. Wasn\'t it good then, Lucius thought, that he hadn\'t had to actually say the words? There were other ways of revealing information. He wasn\'t that surprised that Albus Dumbledore, a Gryffindor himself, had decided to cover up the incident. It wouldn\'t look good for the House if this came out, and it certainly would reflect badly on the Headmaster himself, should it be revealed that he\'d allowed a werewolf on the premises for years.

\"Lupin?\" Lucius had lost the line of Severus\' ranting while musing over cover-up and its implications.

\"No!\" Snape stopped and turned to look at Lucius. \"Sirius Black!\" The boy\'s usually dark eyes were black, pupils fully dilated from emotion and lingering fear, as they regarded Lucius, and there was a gleam of hatred in them. \"He should have been expelled! Anyone else would have been, certainly a Slytherin, but no, not Black, the playboy Gryffindor...\" Snape\'s voice revealed his emotions as much as his eyes did, and Lucius felt genuinely sorry for him.

The power play between the two younger boys had gone too far with this. It was one thing to harass and humiliate, to try to find incriminating evidence, but quite different to actually set up a trap to have the other killed or infected by a werewolf. It didn\'t sound like Snape knew what had driven Black to such extremes, but Lucius had his suspicions. He\'d realised early on that Black knew about his interest, his affair, with Severus. The bullying and continued harassment by Sirius and his lapdog Potter certainly pointed in that direction. It wasn\'t until Lucius had taken Severus under his wing that Sirius had become really nasty, revealing some of the more common family traits. Apparently, Sirius Black was no Gryffindor in his heart; there was no chivalry or display of fairness, but there were dirty tricks and vengeful actions. Lucius wondered idly if he had somehow bribed the Sorting Hat to put him in Gryffindor, just to spite his parents.

Lucius reached for Snape the next time the boy passed the sofa, and pulled him down to sit next to him. \"I know,\" he said, \"it seems like the Headmaster has some reason to let him go free.\" Lucius\' father had often complained about Dumbledore\'s way of running the school, that he showed too much leniency toward some individuals, even to the point of favouritism, and Lucius could only agree. This was certainly one such case, where justice was put aside for the sake of the Headmaster\'s own House. Lucius put an arm around Severus and pulled him close. The boy was trembling slightly, and no wonder.

It was only the night before that Severus had come face to face with the very real threat of a werewolf. Dying isn\'t exactly at the forefront of one\'s mind at the age of fifteen, Lucius knew. It hadn\'t been in his. There were many emotions rushing through the boy now – anger, fear, shock, hatred... and rightfully so. Lucius didn\'t show it much, but he too had had feelings awakened by Severus\' experience, or what he had pieced together of it; annoyance was one of them.

So, Sirius was jealous, letting that cloud his judgement. That the Gryffindor had used one of his friends to do his own dirty deed said much of his personality – brash and loud in the company of his friends, but manipulative and sneaky when alone. Had Sirius hoped that killing Snape would win him Lucius back, that removing what he perceived as an obstacle would give him what he wanted? He couldn\'t have been more wrong; Lucius was protective of those he cared about and those he had chosen to look at as his, something he\'d learned from his father. Snape was one of those; in fact, this incident had made it clear to him that the boy meant a lot more to him than he\'d been willing to admit to himself. Lucius would take care of young Mr. Black later; first he had to take care of Severus.

\"How did it make you feel, being face to face with a beast, trapped in that tunnel?\" Lucius had a fair idea, but he thought it was important that Severus faced his experience rather than rant about it. Faced fears were often overcome fears, and made you stronger, less vulnerable, his father used to say.

Severus stiffened and pulled back slightly. \"How do you think it made me feel?\" There was a note of indignation in his voice.

\"No, Severus, I\'m asking you. I\'m not going to provide your answers.\" Lucius wasn\'t surprised when the boy got up and began pacing again.

\"I felt ... trapped. Powerless. It was happening and there was nothing I could do to prevent it!\"

\"And you hated it.\"

\"Of course I hated it,\" Snape spat out, whirling around to face the young man sitting so relaxed on the couch. Lucius knew that it annoyed Severus immensely that he didn\'t lose his composure, but he couldn\'t afford that now. Severus felt out of control, so Lucius would be the one in control, the one he could rely upon.

\"There are times when being powerless and trapped can be quite enjoyable, Severus.\" He smiled slightly as he met the glare.

\"There\'s nothing enjoyable in being powerless!\" Severus spoke with conviction, from his own experience, but in Lucius\' mind, that experience needed to be built upon. There were other things in life than stern parents and punishments – pleasure, trust, caring and warmth for instance. Granted, it wasn\'t all that common in their circles, but it existed. He rose from the couch and moved slowly over to Severus, who stood his ground with a defiant look on his face.

\"Ah, so you say... but then you haven\'t been powerless with me.\" Lucius pushed the boy backwards to his bed, not stopping until Severus\' legs were pressed against the edge of it. The small smile turned feral, and he picked Severus up and unceremoniously dumped him on the soft covers on the bed, and straddled his legs.

Severus relaxed a little after the initial surprise; this wasn\'t too bad. Having Lucius over him didn\'t exactly count as new, and didn\'t make him feel helpless. He wasn\'t prepared for Lucius grabbing his wrists and pinning them down though.

\"Let me go!\"

\"No.\" Lucius changed his grip so that he could accio the curtain tie-backs. Thick cords of twisted silk – expensive, durable and strong – and with one of these, he tied Severus\' hands together and fastened the loose end to the headboard. He smiled as he saw the look on Severus\' face. The boy thought he felt vulnerable and exposed now, but this was not the end of it. He moved around so he could tie each of Severus\' feet to the bedposts, spreading his legs wide in the process.

He brought out a knife, and while Severus regarded him with wide eyes, Lucius began cutting the younger boy\'s clothes open, revealing his body little by little. When his work was finished and Severus\' clothes lay discarded in a heap on the floor, Lucius put the knife away and sat between Severus\' spread legs, admiring his lover, laid out so deliciously before him.

The trepidation that Severus felt faltered slightly, as Lucius leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on each of his thighs. Caresses followed the kisses, slowly relaxing the boy more and more. Lucius enjoyed the responses his touches elicited from his lover, the moans and the squirming, the careful testing of the bonds. When Severus was fully hard under Lucius\' expert hands the blond pulled back again and took the last silk cord in his hands.

So smooth, so soft against his skin; he moved it lightly over Severus\' hard cock, and smiled at the reaction. Yes, it was sensual, yet at the same time, there was strength... as Severus could feel as Lucius wound the cord tightly around his hard shaft and balls, and secured it with a knot.

\"Lucius!\" Severus pulled harder at the cord holding his hands, trying to free himself. The dark eyes held some fear once again; this was something new to him, and had been even more unexpected than having his hands tied. All that the boy managed to do though was to wriggle and squirm; Lucius was no novice at the art of bondage and knew his knots.

\"Do you still think being powerless is all bad?\" Lucius smiled again and reached for the jar of lubricant he kept next to his bed.

\"You tricked me!\" Severus sounded almost petulant, but the effect was ruined by the slight moan that followed. He wasn\'t completely averse to the situation, no matter how much he tried to pretend he was.

Lucius moved his fingers lightly over the angrily red flesh, bound so that the blood was trapped in it, making it almost painfully hard. He knew that with the cord in place, pressing against the perineum in that manner, it would also be very difficult for the boy to come, even if he wanted to, needed it. Perfect for what Lucius had in mind. As Severus stopped fighting him, and began trusting his lover again, Lucius loosened the cords at the foot of the bed, pulling them up instead, to tie the boy\'s feet to the bedposts on either side of his hands. He tightened the bonds until Severus had been forced to roll up onto his shoulders, arse lifted high into the air.

Severus had stopped protesting, and was pliant, following Lucius\' directions. He tried to look at Lucius, but mostly succeeded in seeing his own legs pulled above and to the sides of his head, and his genitals, tightly wrapped in golden silk. He closed his eyes again with a small sigh as slick fingers pushed inside him, and Lucius licked slowly over the back of one thigh.

Having Severus like this, so completely at his mercy, was something that Lucius found very arousing; the power he now held over him almost intoxicating. He moved his fingers gently, feeling as if every moan and sigh this resulted in vibrated through his very being. Severus was vulnerable and trapped... and this time he enjoyed it, Lucius was sure. It was nothing like what he had experienced the evening before, but it would pull his attention away from that. Lucius wanted to show his lover that there could be security in being controlled by another person; someone who knows, who is worthy of being in control, someone who cares ... loves.

Yes, Lucius cared about Severus, loved him. The realisation surprised him slightly. Lucius wasn\'t used to warm feelings, endearments and displays of love, not even love itself. His father was rather cold and controlled and his mother a little withdrawn and absent, obeying her husband in most things. Perhaps that was why these emotions had sneaked up on him, managing to worm their way into his heart so silently, before he had had any warning and could push them back; he had never looked for them, not been prepared. Severus came from a similar family, and yet he had somehow allowed himself to trust and give himself over to Lucius, letting his passionate nature guide him.

There was so much passion in Severus; there was a delight in learning, in excelling, in whatever he was interested in. It was a passion that Lucius wanted to share, to get a part of, and that he felt too when they were together. Severus was quite the luscious image of fervour and enthusiasm now; spread out for Lucius, ready for him, would squirm and try to push back against the fingers inside him if his position had allowed it. The dark-haired boy\'s voice was husky and low as he begged Lucius to take him, to make him his.

With a faint smile on his lips, Lucius pulled away from Snape and unhurriedly took his clothes off. He liked drawing this out, having time to enjoy the feeling of arousal and need inside him, while watching his lover. Severus wasn\'t going anywhere, couldn\'t do anything to speed up the process, except begging, of course. He did that so nicely, and Lucius knew that he was the only one that Severus would plead with. He found it fascinating, the way the younger boy was so completely lost in lust and need, his head turning from one side to the other, lips parted and breathing heavy with moans and sighs and obscene words. It was words that Severus had had difficulties saying when they first met, but now they fell from his lips easily, like colourful leaves from frost-laden branches after a cold night.

He got back into the bed, caressing the pale skin of Severus\' spread thighs as he slowly sheathed himself inside the moaning boy. Severus had begged Lucius to fuck him, and that\'s what he did – hard, fast and deep, the new position bringing some new sensations with it. He reached for the boy\'s erection, and stroked it, pushing his lover closer to a release that was denied to him.

Lucius looked into Severus\' eyes as the boy opened them, able to clearly read the need and the emotion that imperfect shields couldn\'t hide in this moment. Gone were the memories of the horror of the day before, gone also were the hate and fear. There was sex, and pleasure... and Lucius. That was the expanse of Severus\' universe in that moment.

That Severus was close to coming was no revelation to Lucius; he knew his lover\'s body rather well by now. It was a little awkward, but he managed to untie the knot to the cord while continuing to thrust into the boy. Then he unravelled it, freed Severus\' cock from its confines and began stroking him firmly, intent on making him come. He enjoyed seeing the look on Severus\' face as the boy realised, in that split-second before he came, what would happen. Then hot semen spattered the boy\'s face, accompanied by a low groan. Lucius was not far behind, his lust further fuelled by what he had just done to his lover. Before he lay down next to Severus, he freed him from the bonds, helping the boy to stretch out on the bed again.

Lucius lay on his side, propped up on his elbow, his head resting in his hand. He leaned down and licked over Severus\' cheek, tasting the boy\'s come. The frown this resulted in made him chuckle, but he took mercy on Severus and cast a cleaning charm on him and then kissed him soundly.

\"Of all the humiliating things to do...\"

\"You liked it.\" Lucius ignored the scowl, and kissed Severus\' lips again.

\"And what proof do you have for that?\"

\"You came.\"

Severus arched an eyebrow. \"You didn\'t give me a choice...\"

\"True, because I know that you wouldn\'t have let yourself indulge in such things. This way, you can always blame me for the pleasure.\"

Severus smirked slightly and wrapped his arms around Lucius, too relaxed and drowsy to argue over something that they actually agreed on.

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Snape spent much of his free time together with Lucius. They would study heavy tomes with dark magic, practice the casting of curses and hexes that they unearthed in the prolific library of Lucius\' father, and their power and knowledge as Wizards grew. Severus had a great talent for the understanding and brewing of complicated potions, even though he too preferred the often spectacular effects of a well performed curse, and spent long hours researching those.

Sometimes Snape spent the entire weekends at the Malfoy Mansion. Both he and Lucius tried to ignore the dark glances from the Malfoy patriarch as they came down for breakfast together, but often they ate their breakfast in Lucius\' room.

There were nights when the ease and uncomplicated passion of their relationship was disturbed, nights when Severus tossed and turned, caught in the claws of a nightmare riddled with dark tunnels and vicious fangs. And Lucius would hold him close and whisper promises of Sirius getting what he deserved... soon.

The months passed, and Lucius hadn\'t spoken to Sirius about what had happened. He knew that Black suspected that Severus had run to Lucius, telling him the whole gruesome story. To keep silent was part of Lucius\' strategy now, to unnerve the boy, make him wonder what would happen, what Lucius would do about it.

Sirius sent several owls to Lucius, veiled invitations, offerings of visiting him to relieve the boredom of the Malfoy heir; all of them sent with the single purpose of getting close to Lucius again, to interest him in yet another tryst. All that Sirius received was silence, and the boy knew with certainty that Lucius was greatly displeased with him. Yet, he persisted, much to Lucius\' growing amusement. He was still angry with Black, and his contempt for him had only grown with the arrival of each note and letter, but he saw that as long as he kept Sirius on edge, the boy was busier trying to get back into Lucius\' good graces than to bully Severus.

When the time came, when the opportunity arose to spring a trap on Black, to punish him, Lucius knew that the snare he set wouldn\'t backfire, like Black\'s had done. It would be well thought out, properly planned... and it didn\'t matter to Lucius if Black knew who was behind it.

TBC