The Choices That We Make

TITLE: The Choices That We Make

AUTHOR: Lady Sirius

PAIRING: SS/LM

RATING: NC17

FEEDBACK: shelley_runyon@yahoo.com

Warning: Contains spoilers for HBP

DISCLAIMER: Of course all rights to Harry Potter belong to JK Rowling

- I just like to play with Severus and Lucius when I can!


DEDICATION: To my glorious, talented, wondrous and everlastingly sexy
inspiration - Gary Oldman - and of course to Alan Rickman and Jason Isaacs! And to Amber, who taught me to love Severus and Lucius as a couple.

The Choices That We Make

Chapter 7 - The Wedding Night


Lucius stood within their bedroom, resplendent in his magnificent silver robes, which shimmered as he moved, catching the light from the candles which were set about the room in abundance, giving him a bit of an otherworldly appearance. In his long platinum hair had been wound
strands of blue filament which glowed incandescently, and which merely served to enhance his cool beauty. Severus felt his breath catch in his throat at the very sight of him. He himself was garbed in new robes - jade green, to complete the Slytherin motif between them. The yin and the yang. The beginning and the end. The alpha and the omega.

Lucius had made it to the wedding on time - of course, for without him they could not possibly hope to start. His father had clapped him on the shoulder upon his arrival, and his eyes were filled with understanding, but nothing further was said between them regarding Severus - or Narcissa, for that matter, until the end of the ceremony, just before they were due to move on to the reception. The ritual itself had gone smoothly, but he himself was absent from it, at least in spirit, while his body merely went through the motions. The Blacks had seemed pleased enough, and it appeared that their daughter had made no mention of her fiance's intention to back out of the marriage. Malachi drew Lucius aside, as everyone moved toward the reception area, a magically enhanced section of the house which had been enlarged to hold everyone in the otherwise dreary mansion. "Son," he said, "stay long enough to satisfy the proprieties, and then you are free to return to him." Lucius nodded briefly, to show he understood, before he was swept up by his fellow Death Eaters and escorted by them to the reception. What little time he spent there was spent in their company, and Narcissa kept her distance, remaining with her sister and a few distant cousins. When he was ready, she insisted on leaving with him, even though they had far different destinations - she was always one to mind appearances. And they apparated away from one another without so much as a backward glance. But not until Lucius had given her strict instructions that she was not to arrive at the Manor before late the following afternoon, or she would find no admittance. Which she agreed to, reluctantly and unhappily.

And while Lucius was being wed to the she-monster, Severus himself had been busy, availing himself of the funds at his disposal - something he had never actually done before, for, as he frequently told Lucius, it wasn't his money he wanted, it was the man himself. But today was a special occasion, and he found he had need of them. He had personally set the candles about the bedroom and magically lit them. He'd enchanted their large sleigh bed for the occasion into a large round one with a gauzy canopy, and silken sheets in silver and green - the colours of the day. Sandalwood incense burned, and in the background, Debussy's Le Mer played softly. While in Severus' pocket, two rings lay - identical rings - each one consisting of two serpents twined about a black opal, enchanted rubies embedded in the snake's eyes. And within each band SS + LM = eternal love.

Lucius had apparated directly to their bedroom after the wedding, and to say that he was surprised by what Severus had done would be an understatement indeed. But he understood immediately what Severus had planned, and he approved of it with his whole heart. He had been through one sham marriage ceremony today - now would come the real one, the only one that would mean anything to the two of them - their own private binding ceremony. And he never loved Severus so much as when his bridegroom entered the bedroom in his new robes, his beautiful dark tresses gleaming in the candlelight, a small plait upon the top of his head, entwined with green filament.

Moving as with one accord, they glided toward one another, meeting in the middle of the room, facing one other. "Come we now to be bound, one to the other," Severus softly intoned, and Lucius echoed his words. "For the love in our hearts is strong and cannot be denied. No man, whether wizard or muggle, may ever tear asunder that which we choose to bind together here and now, and those that attempt it shall only reap unhappiness as their reward."

From his pocket, Severus drew his wand, and he used it to draw a circle upon the floor about the two of them. Soft flames rose from the circle - flames that would burn but not consume. Lucius felt something in his pocket - his fingers closed about the ring which Severus had accio'd there, and he gripped the cool surface, in anticipation of the proper
moment.

At Severus' command, velvet ties appeared as if from nowhere, winding themselves about the two young men, encircling their waists, falling over their shoulders - not the bonds which they typically used in their lovemaking, no, these were softer in texture, and yet of a resilience beneath the surface that could not be denied - the ends floating in the middle in a celtic lovers' knot, upon which they placed their conjoined hands.

"For these are the ties that bind - upon which we shall pledge our lives together - love, honour, trust, fidelity, and unswerving devotion..." Severus reached for Lucius' left hand, took the ring he held so gently in his palm and slid it onto his ring finger, from which he had removed the gaudy bauble which meant nothing to him. "I give to you this ring, Lucius Malfoy, as a symbol of my eternal love, for my love is a circle which shall never end, and will only grow stronger through time. I have charmed it to be attuned to your very life force and if, Merlin forbid, something should happen to you, I will know it immediately and will rush to your side no matter where I am, no matter what I am doing. I pledge to you my heart, and my endless devotion, not only to you, but to any children which you may sire, for being of your blood they are precious to me as well, and I shall watch over them as if they were my own. I accept you as you are, for I would have you no other way, and I accept the way that things must appear between us to the outside world, knowing that in our hearts we do know the truth. And that is what matters more than anything." He paused, waiting, as Lucius followed his lead, for nothing had been rehearsed, it was all impromptu, but it was all heartfelt and most sincere.

Lucius took Severus' proper hand in his, placing the corresponding ring onto his finger, as he gazed deeply into those onyx eyes, saying, "I, Lucius Malfoy, take you, Severus Snape, as my husband in my heart, my helpmeet, my lover, my best friend and my confidante in all things - my partner in life, as well as in death. For nothing shall part us, either in this world, or in the next, this I do vow. These things I do promise to you - everything I am is yours to command, and everything I own, as well. I promise to be there for you, to care for and love you to the best of my abilities. And within the walls of our home, none there are that shall gainsay you in any way. I shall always protect you, as I shall always walk beside you before our Lord. You are my soulmate, and I've no wish to live without you. Ever. And likewise, if anything should happen to you, I will be there, no matter what. Any children that I may
have will honour you as I do, for I shall never deny you to them, nor what you mean to me. These things I promise, and more. For you are my life, and nothing shall ever change that."

Their eyes were locked together - black upon grey, the dark and the light, their hearts so very visible to one another as they pledged their troth, one to the other. Slowly they came together, their lips touching gently, to seal this pledge they had made - and now the binding was complete, as the flames rose to a fever pitch, changing in shade from crimson to blue, to show that it was done, before disappearing completely from view.

The kiss grew deeper between them, as with one accord they moved toward the marriage bed, the velvet ties falling gently at their feet as they did so. Lucius backed onto the bed, pulling Severus after him, pulling him on top of him, their lips never breaking the kiss. Had he not promised his lover that they would be together this night, and the evil one would be banished to a distant hotel, unable to disturb them in any way? "You are my husband," he whispered softly, "my only love........"

"As you are mine," Severus replied gently. "Lucius, make love to me... on this, our wedding night...."

Hands, soft and gentle, seeking, finding, exploring, discovering..........Clothes quickly shed as being of no further use. The warmth of bare flesh touching in mutual admiration. Hardness against hardness.

Lucius' long supple fingers traveled lightly along Severus' spinal column, skittering across the firm muscles, until they reached his gluteus maximus. He cupped the rounded globes, so deliciously taut beneath his touch, teasing him with soft kneading motions, before he slid those same fingers into the crease, and lightly over his lover's perineum before passing across his entrance.

"Lucius," Severus moaned softly, "I pray you, do not tease me, not tonight. Please, I need to feel you inside of me........make me yours, claim me for your own......"

"Oh yes, my sweet one, I shall," Lucius promised, even as he inserted one finger into Severus' hot moist opening, becoming encased in the velvety interior of his lover. Severus gasped at the wanted intrusion, which he knew was merely the overture to so much more. "Is that what you desire?" Lucius asked huskily, adding a second digit, scissoring both fingers to relax that ring of muscles which so zealously guarded the entrance to paradise.

"Yes, that is what I desire," Severus warmly responded, "for now......." The words remained unspoken between them, for they both knew what would come.......in time.......

As Lucius probed into his husband's recesses, Severus bent his dark head to the smooth firm chest beneath him, his tongue busily laving that pale creamy skin, tasting the slight touch of alcohol which came from his pores - for yes, Lucius had indulged himself at the wedding, to take the edge off the miserable occasion. But Severus decided that he needed more. He accio'd the bottle of muggle champagne he had left icing in a bucket, and which he'd had the forethought to pop the cork from. It flew to his hand, and he began to pour the cool liquid onto the icy blonde's chest, dribbling it slowly, which made him squirm.

"Sev, that's so .....cold," he protested feebly, pausing in what he was doing at this distraction.

"I'll make it better," Severus promised, adding, "And do not stop..." in a firm voice. And when the fingers began to move once more, Severus began to lick at the effervescent fluid, licking it hungrily from the peaks of Lucius' hardened nipples, those tasty nubs which rose so invitingly in hard dusky bite-sized morsels which Severus could never resist. He sucked each one into his mouth in turn, suckling at his lover eagerly, nibbling at him, teasing him with his tongue. As he worked, he ground his hardness into Lucius' invitingly, teasingly, stirring his husband up as only he could do. Lucius worked harder to find the spot, the magic place which would produce the inevitable result from Mr. Snape - and find it he did, touching it with both fingers.

"Aaahhh!" Severus cried out in pleasure-filled tones. "Oh Lucius............"

Lucius then removed his fingers, to Severus' disappointment, slapping each of his husband's cheeks lightly as he did so. "Upon your hands and knees!" he commanded ever so firmly, and Severus scrambled to obey, rolling off of Lucius and onto all fours as Lucius resituated himself behind him, his gaze fixed upon that oh so inviting bum before him. Lovingly he ran his tongue over those cheeks, nibbling lightly as he did so, grazing the tender flesh with his teeth, which elicited an assortment of moans from Severus. He wiggled his ass invitingly, temptingly, so that Lucius would touch him the way he wished to be touched, and was rewarded with a quick swipe of his entrance by Lucius' talented tongue. "More, please," he begged, not caring how needy he sounded, "more......"

And Lucius was more than happy to oblige. He moved his tongue inside that inviting orifice, inhaling the scent of the man on his knees before him, licking and sucking and fucking his happy hole while an ecstatic Severus pushed back against his face to encourage his attentions. He couldn't believe how good Lucius felt inside of him, he'd never dreamed that this could be until the first time he had had it done to him - he couldn't believe that he had actually argued against it, but Lucius had insisted and Lucius had used his powers of persuasion, and as in most things, Lucius' will invariably prevailed. Not always, but most of the time. And now Severus didn't know how he'd lived without it before, it felt so very good.

But that wasn't the only reason that Lucius was there, so he removed his tongue, giving a last loving lick to Sev's entrance. "Lucius," Severus anticipated his husband's next move. "I bought something new for us to try. A special blend," and he accio'd a jar from the bureau where he had laid it aside. Lucius took the jar into his hands, removed the lid, sniffing at the contents.

"What is it?" he asked uncertainly. "It seems familiar, somehow..."

"It should, the scent is heather," Severus replied, "but the taste is something completely different. Wild strawberry."

"That is different." Lucius dipped his fingers into the goo, generously slathering it over his cock, preparing his hard lovemuscle to enter that inviting portal. He rose to his knees, guiding himself until he was poised and ready. Severus was clearly restless, writhing against him. His body ached for Lucius - he had to have him, now, or go mad, surely........ "Lucius...." he whined softly.

Lucius entered his husband in one swift move - surely, firmly, deeply - so deep that his balls slapped hard against Severus' ass. Severus grasped the silken sheets beneath his fists, balling them up in his grip, as he was filled by Lucius in just the way he loved to be filled. "Fuck me, Lucius," he begged, "fuck me hard. I want to feel you, feel your pain.....and your pleasure...."

Lucius bent over Severus, so that his breath was warm in his husband's ear. "Beg me harder," he said, "make me know that you want me.......and how much....."

"I want you, Lucius, I want you more than anything in the world, more than anyone in the world. . . Merlin, when I see you, sometimes I can't help but cum in my pants, you're so damn sexy.....and thinking about you, when I'm alone, I can't help but touch myself... thinking about your lips, your fingers, your cock......"

"Touch yourself now," Lucius commanded, as he began to move inside of Severus, "place your hand upon your own cock while I fuck you, but do not come...."

Severus obeyed, taking his erection in his own hand, stroking it as he had been bidden, while he pushed back against Lucius, as if seeking to impale himself even further upon him.

"Yes, my baby, please yourself even as I please you," Lucius' lusty voice lilted across his libido. Severus' hand tightened, his strokes became shorter, but he was careful not to reach fruition - not yet. Harder, and harder Lucius thrust - oh yes, oh Merlin yes, the friction, the blessed friction - if this continued he'd be hard put not to cum......

.........til suddenly Lucius withdrew himself - it seemed as if it were done in mid-stroke - and Severus began to whimper. "No, no nooooooo, Lucius, don't stop, for Merlin's sake, please don't stop......" but his moaning was cut short when Lucius rolled him over onto his back, and sheathed himself again easily in that tight wet channel.

"I want to see my husband's face," he said hoarsely, lust dripping from his voice, and a light sheen of sweat visible upon his pale brow. "I want to watch you touch yourself, watch your face as I fuck you, know that I am pleasing you as greatly as you are pleasing me......my sweet sweet boy........"

Severus moaned at his words, at his touch - at everything about Lucius Malfoy, now his husband, his forever. What greater commitment could two wizards make to one another than the one they had chosen upon this night? His fist closed about his hardness again, and he renewed his frenzied attack upon himself as Lucius continued the assault upon his interior. "Oh gods, Lucius," he moaned, "I love you so much!"

Lucius reached down and took possession of Severus' nipples, twisting them between his fingers, until he arched his back in sheer pleasure. "May I cum?" he begged permission in a small voice.

"Not yet," Lucius replied, pulling back, watching his movements. "Harder, Severus, harder," as he paused for a moment, "Or I will be unable to cum in you as you wish...."

Severus redoubled his efforts, moaning loudly, at the same time attempting to keep from doing what his body demanded he do. "Please let me cum...." he begged, beads of sweat forming on his upper lip.

"Yes, my darling, you may cum," Lucius granted him, and a great wave of relief stole over Severus as he released his mental hold upon himself, and allowed himself to overflow, releasing over his hand, and stomach in great waves of enthusiasm, crying out Lucius' name as he did so. As Severus' orgasm flowed through him, Lucius continued his fierce thrusts inside of him. "Mine...." he chanted softly, "mine....mine...mine....mine........oh merlin, Sev.........Sev.....fuck, fuck FUCK FUCK SEVERUS!" and he suddenly fell into his own orgasm, his fingers digging into his lover's pale skin as his body spasmed, his lips parted breathily as he came.

And when he was spent, he collapsed in a satiated bundle onto Severus' strong chest, panting heavily. Severus peppered his beloved face with kisses, his heart expanding inside his chest til it threatened to burst. This night........this moment.........what had begun as the worst day of his life had become the best..........and he had never been as happy as he was at this very moment...... "Lucius, I love you so," he whispered, "thank you......for tonight......it was.........incredible....."

"No, thank you," Lucius responded, rolling onto his back and drawing Severus into position upon his chest, cradling him gently within his embrace. "Thank you for understanding..........and for not leaving me..........and for loving me........." Their lips met again, and what more was there to say?

Now their kisses were less urgent, more sated, as they relaxed against one another, settling into their normal nighttime positions for slumber. "We'll always remember this night," Lucius promised, "our wedding night...."

"Mmhmmm," Severus nodded sleepily. "Wedding night......"

And in future years whenever one of Lucius' associates would congratulate him upon his anniversary - whether his first, or his fiftieth, he would smile and accept the well wishes, but in his heart it was accepted on behalf of the one true wedding which mattered - this one.

And they soon fell asleep, entwined together, although they would awaken once more in the wee hours of the night, and make love again........and again...........and again...