Pardon

Title: Pardon
Rating- Nc-17
Pairing- SS/LM
Summary: Severus visits Lucius in Azkaban with a pardon...

Severus walked into Azkaban with no uncertain amount of trepidation. The Dementors had left, that was the word, but the eyes of the Aurors were worse. He knew their like, their eagerness to bring dDeatDeath Eaters.. and bring them down hard. Dementors had no conscience, they didn\'t remember. Aurors remembered. That was worse.

They led him to the cell where Lucius was being kept, opened the door and.. he had to bite his tongue swallow down the gasp. His white-blonde hair was matted a dirty grey, he sat on the cobblestones against the wall.. naked and dressed only in tears of old blood. Torso. Legs. Face.


He had only been here a matter of days, but he looked worse than Sirius twelve years later. Then he remembered. The Dementors would have been easier. No doubt there were Aurors here who knew what Lucius had gotten away with.. Ministry favorites who curried favor to mudbloods and halfbreeds. He let the door close behind him, a constant drip from somewhere. Water? Blood?

\"Lucius?\" he walked a little closer, unsure and nea nearly frightened of the vacant look cast by the beautiful man on the opposite wall.

The gaze leveled up to him. The sleeping serpent. His arms resting on bent knees, seemingly oblivious to his condition or appearance. \"Severus. Come for a visit?

\"I\'ve come to get you out,\" He took out the scroll, but then put it back in his robes. \"A pardon. What.. what did they do to you?\"

He smirks, getting up from his crouched position and then faltering with a painful hiss.. Severus stepped forward and caught his arm, to steady to balance, to hold. Lucius did not pull away, allowing the arm to rest as if Severus were merely cane or crutch. \"A pardon? From who?\"

\"Does it matter? You\'re getting out, come on, you must be freezing,\" he said, trying to guide Lucius forward.. almost unconsciously looking to the bare arm he held so graciously, its mark as clear as his own. We, too, brethren.

\"From who?\" Lucius reiterated, not moving, not letting Severus move him. Not pulling back, not jerking back, no unncessary moves. This gorgeous bloodstained statue. Severus looked away and ended up looking down, which was worse. Which only meant he could only look up, up into the grey eyes, the silent questioning. He didn\'t respond.

\"Ah, right. Your benefactor,\" Lucius said with a pleasant drawl, as if they were in his parlor at the manor and not in the dingy wet insanity of Azkaban prison.

Severus shook his head quickly, too quickly. His gaze pleading. Don\'t make me hate the sanctuary. The church is sometimes a good place to restr thr the sinner. Lucius reads this and his finger presses against Severus\' chest, making a point. \"You can play at forgiveness, Severus, but you can\'t make it yours.\"


\"Tell me what\'s wrong with sanctuary,\" Severus said, unbidden, before he even had time to keep the words from leaving his lips. \"Tell me what\'s wrong with safety.\"

\"It\'s safe.\" Lucius said with a hiss, and suddenly his bloodstained hand became the collar on Severus\' throat with instant ease. In the gasped realization, he was against the opposite wall, a cool drip of water raining down. Once. Twice. \"Safety lies.\"

\"I can guarantee safety,\" Severus said in the gripped tightness of that hold, the tightness that he know realizes strangulates all reason and heightens need to screaming obviousness. \"You need to get out of here.\"


Lucius laughs and he turns Severus lightly, pressing his face to the small barred window on the door to his cell. He feels the cool draft as his robes.. jerked upwards.. Merlin, what the.. he goes to turn but his face is *slammed*
against those bars and he cries out in fury and need.

\"Damn it, Lucius, I.. what are you..\" he\'s flustered, he\'s needy, he can see the smirking guard from the other end of the corridor. He silences immediately. \"They\'ll kill you.\" He tries for reason, even as reason makes his cock stir at the unguardedness of open air. \"You have to get out of here, the pardon, it\'ll..\"

Another bloodthirsty *SLAM* and Lucius punctuates the pause as Severus\' head hits the bars again, this time he roars with the distrust and ferver. He\'s doing this for you, he asked Albus for *you* and this is the thanks. Thanks.
Oh, merciful gods, that sensation against his entrance.. he clenches as he feels the fingertips of fine bone china resting there.

\"Sanctuary is a ruse, Severus\" go the murmured words in his ear. \"I am not imprisoned. *You* are imprisoned. You.\"

\"It.. It\'s not what you *think!*\" The last word is punctuated with a shattered scream as his asschannel is so suddenly raped by the upthrust of dry forceful barrage that he very nearly paints the cell door in a second. He feels the skin at his temple split open at his forehead as his body kisses the bars once more.

\"I admire your attempt at persuasion,\" Lucius\' voice is still silky, white-blonded care, but there\'s a rough edge to it now like sandpaper on skin. \"But it\'s lacking when you puppy dog your way into here with Dumbledore\'s get-out-of-jail-free card.. and I\'m supposed to be thankful?\" He pulls out mind-rapingly slow and then knifes in again with the upward slice, the cock\'s a dagger it\'s all he can believe. Persuasion. Hot tears prick the corner of his eyes.

\"I wanted to help,\" he manages, feeling the trickle of blood soak into his eyebrow, follow the curve and trickle over his cheek bone like tear or sweat. He cries out in agony as the hold suddenly becomes a barrage, mindnumbed fucking that slams his cock into the steel rust-encrusted door and the only thing he can cling to are the bars of Lucius\' cell.

And even despite his anger and anguish, the riot of feverish emotions that can\'t find the outlet it needs.. he finally feels the clench and seize, the murmur of a raw, pleasured groan from Lucius as he releases.. that slight sound sending off a unending brawling cry from him as orgasm is wrenched from him. Like a confession.

Lucius steps back, like a passer-by sidestepping a bad accident or a bum. He loses hold and falls crumpled before the door. Aching. Aching, shaking and.. hating. Humiliated. He hears the quiet laugh, the steps move away. His breath is harsh in his ears, he opens his eyes.. a trickle of blood and come down the steel cell door.

\"Get out, Severus,\" Lucius says calmly, the note of amusement in his dulcet voice. \"Come back when you have decided to quit your comfortable status. Or else, I\'ll wait for someone more substantial to purchase my freedom.\"

The hot tears spill unbidden and he can\'t turn back for shame of showing. He stands up weakly, pushing his robes back down with a modicum of self-poise. Facade. No bitter words or ruse to cast in the man\'s face, he opens the cell door, feeling the parting shot like a wound in his back.