A Very Malfoy Christmas

Title: A Very Malfoy Christmas
Author: Anath de Malfoy
Pairing: Lucius/Severus (main); others implied
Summary: The Malfoys are having their annual Yuletide revels, and Severus Snape is invited...
Rating: 7
W7
Warnings: M/M slash, light bondage, implied incest, implied chanslash, implied BDSM, some mild drug use
Possible Spoilers: Books 1-5
Disclaimer: All characters and profits belong to J.K. Rowling. This is only a delicious fantasy.

Malfoy Manor was always gorgeous beyond compare as Christmas approached; living fairies, their wings of myriad colours, glistened amongst the holly and mistletoe as enchanted candles of every conceivable shade cast their light across each room and hallway in the magnificent mansion. In the grand ballroom and the dining hall, decorations in the form of silver and emerald serpents looped and shimmered everywhere, and the massive, aromatic Christmas tree in the family room, surrounded by huge piles of presents, was adorned with snowflakes made of genuine pearls, jewelled flowers and cooing golden doves with diamonds for eyes and beaks.

But it was not so much the splendid ornaments and dazzling gifts that excited the Malfoy family at this time of year. The great event of the season was the grand ball held each Christmas Eve at the Manor, when the Malfoys and their guests, clad in their finest dress robes, would enjoy music and dancing and partake of a sumptuous feast, each person bringing a gift which would be magically distributed to the appropriate recipient. These were no ordinary Yuletide offerings, but items of a somewhat lascivious nature, as after midnight the revels would take on an orgiastic tone. All sorts of couplings and combinations of more; both opposite and same-sex unions, explorations of true love and temporary lust, pleasure and pa. it. it was a festival of sensuality, an occasion unsurpassed by any other.

Lucius Malfoy was feeling particularly optimistic about this year\'s festivities, and not merely because the surroundings were more opulent than ever, or because the revels were being resumed after an unfortunate cancellation the year before, due to unwanted attention from the Ministry of Magic. No, it was a more personal triumph, an achievement all his own, that made Lucius saunter into the family room on the morning of Christmas Eve, a smug smile curling his lips.

His son Draco looked up from his seat on the ornate chaise longue, where he had been sitting and eyeing the presents, trying to guess what was in them. Seeing his father smirking like a cat that had got the cream, Draco smiled back and asked, \"So, he\'s coming, then?\"
\"Yes, Draco, Professor Snape will be joining us this evening,\" Lucius replied, bending to kiss Draco\'s forehead. \"Though he did insist upon being able take a Portkey back to Hogwarts after the festivities... astonishing, the level of that man\'s loyalty to Dumbledore...\"

Draco laughed and rolled his eyes. \"If Professor Snape wants to have Christmas dinner at Hogwarts, more fool him. At least he\'ll get a decent meal and some fun here tonight.\"

Lucius smirked even more at this, and kissed Draco lightly on the lips this time. \"Oh, he\'ll have fun all right. I\'ll see to that... Severus Snape is a fine man, but he\'s going to waste, stuck up there at that school of yours. He needs to get out more, be with people other than students and fellow teachers...\"
\"Needs to be with you, you mean, Father,\" Draco slyly intoned. Seeing a slight frown crease his father\'s forehead, Draco chuckled and knelt up to embrace Lucius. \"Don\'t worry, Father, I\'m not jealous. I t the the two of you will make a gorgeous couple for the evening... and anyway, Walden has promised me a good, hard flogging with his brand new cat o\'nine tails tonight.\"

The elder Malfoy kissed his son again, deepening the kiss and feeling the boy\'s tongue curl against his own. \"Lovely!\" he chuckled as he pulled away at last, stroking the boy\'s face with tender fingertips. \"There\'s not many other thirteen year old boys I know who\'d be so eager to be flogged, but you\'re a Malfoy, after all, and you\'ll be in very good hands. Walden Macnair has more skill with a whip than anybody I can name - I\'ve had enough whippings from him to know what I\'m talking about.\"

Draco snuggled close against his father. \"We can always have some special time alone together on Christmas Day - and besides, you know you can have me any time you want me, when I\'m at home or if you pay a visit to the school... but tonight I want you to be with Professor Snape...\"

***

That evening, Severus Snape arrived a little later than most of the guests; he had almost decided at the last minute not to come at all. He always felt slight twinges of envy at the sheer luxury of the Malfoys\' home, and the grandiose superficiality of their aristocratic friends annoyed him. But the thought of seeing Lucius again was what finally drove him into coming, an elaborately wrapped crystal bottle of a potent aphrodisiac potion that he rarely ever made clutched in his hand. This was left on a table piled high with other such gifts in the main hallway.

His dress robes were of his habitual plain black; they seemed overly simple and unadorned beside the deep forest green silk ones with silver trim worn by Lucius. He felt totally out of place, almost wishing he were back in his office at Hogwarts with his potions, ancient spell books and parchment rolls. Only the sight of Lucius, regal, sensual and more desirable than any man could ever be, kept Severus fmakimaking a hasty exit. He kept himself discreetly hidden behind a holly-wreathed marble statue during the dancing - there was no way in Hades he was going to make a fool of himself on the ballroom floor, Severus thought grimly.

At dinner, Severus was seated next to some annoying professional Quidditch player - the man had obviously been hit by one too many Bludgers during his career - and his empty-headed wife. His replies to their attempts at conversation were brusque and monosyllabic, and soon they left him alone to gaze at Lucius, every inch the gracious host at the head of the table, his silver-blonde hair bright as moonlight, his features noble and serene. Severus knew by reputation of the sexual excesses that went on after midnight at these great balls at Malfoy Manor, and miserably wondered whom Lucius had chosen as his companion for the night... some glamorous woman, perhaps, or more likely some ethereally beautiful boy, knowing Lucius Malfoy\'s tastes... Severus would never have admitted it aloud to anyone, but he had been in awe of, and attracted to, Lucius Malfoy for as long as he could remember. But he had never dared confess his secret desires to Lucius... although some would perhaps call Severus striking in appearance he had never been considered conventionally handsome. Definitely not the sort of man that Lucius Malfoy was known to pursue for amorous affairs - Lucius, with his almost godlike good looks, slim yet muscular frame, and that cascade of shimmering blond hair...

After the meal and the sweet confections that followed had been consumed, a gift from the huge table in the hallway appeared beside the plate of each guest. Severus was surprised and pleased to notice that Lucius was the recipient of his potion, smirking approvingly as he noted exactly what was in the phial.

Severus\' own parcel contained a long black silk scarf, probably inte for for use as a blindfold, and a pair of fur-lined restraints attached to lengths of chain. There was also a note, written in ink that glowed like a trail of silver, which read:

\"In the master bedroom, you will find your master.\"

It was unsigned, but Severus knew that all too familiar script so well. Without a doubt, the handwriting on the note was Lucius Malfoy\'s.

Severus felt his heart begin to pound; suddenly, he was all too eager for the night\'s debauchery to begin. Which it did upon the stroke of midnight; couples and groups began slipping out into other rooms or started making overtures to each other right there. He saw Narcissa Malfoy swept away by a bevy of pretty perfumed girls, and Walden Macnair, who wore a vest and pants in shining black dragon-leather instead of dress robes, gently but firmly grip young Draco by the throat and force him to his knees, ordering him to lick Macnair\'s boots.

Blind instinct guided Severus towards the most ornate room in the entire house; candles cast a dim light around the gilded chamber, but he could see very little in the gloom except the outlines of a massive four-poster bed. He still held the manacles and blindfold in his hands, until he felt someone come up behind him and gently take them from him.

\"Let\'s get those stuffy black robes off you,\" a voice purred in his ear. A pair of soft lips gently caressed his own before he was stripped and led towards the bed. Severus knew that voice, and those lips, having imagined being kd byd by them many times...

\"Lucius...\" Severus started to say, but was silenced by another kiss. He felt the other man\'s hands gently push him onto his back, and he lay flat upon the velvet counterpane as the blindfold was tied over his eyes and the manacles bound his hands to the bedposts at the head of the bed. Close by, he heard the soft soundsclotclothing being shed, and then felt Lucius sit beside him, leaning over him to place another deep kiss upon his hot and eager mouth.

Strong yet loving fingers circled one of his rapidly hardening nipples, squeezing it gently. Sharp teeth nipped at his neck as he gasped, and he heard a low purr of sensual laughter. \"Just relax, and I\'ll make this feel good for you. I\'m in control, but you won\'t be hurt. You\'re going to like this, Severus. I\'ve been wanting to do this for such a long time, and tonight, you\'re going to belong to me...\"

Severus heard Lucius removing something from the nightstand. His body tensed, expecting to feel hot wax or a whip, but instead he felt warm massage oil being smoothed all over his chest and limbs. Slow, gentle strokes, skilful hands kneading out the knots in his taut, pinioned flesh. Moving over his skin with tender precision, drawing ever closer to his now hard and leaking cock, but deftly avoiding it. Instead, Severus\' hardness was surrounded by a hot wet mouth and stroked by a languorous, sensual tongue. One of those gloriously expert hands was carefully cradling his ball sac, applying a soft yet firm pressure. Lucius\' soft lips pulled away for the merest moment, and Severus heard his voice again.

\"You\'re a very beautiful man, Severus Snape... there are some fools who don\'t think so, but they don\'t know you as I do. There is so much more to you than a surly Potions Master, and you\'re only like that because you\'re stuck at that school teaching class after class of mostly insufferable brats... those others can\'t appreciate you the way I can, or bring you pleasure like I\'m going to...\"

And Lucius\' warm, silken mouth engulfed Severus\' erection once again; Severus thought he would lose himself in the heat and sweetness of it, but Lucius all too soon ceased this luscious torment and instead moved up to brush a hand across Severus\' lips. His fingers were dripping with something delicious and sticky, tasting of honey and scented like cinnamon. With a gasp, Severus recognised the aphrodisiac he had brewed himself as a gift to bring to the ball.

Lucius laughed again. \"You never thought you\'d get to taste your own brilliant concoction, did you, Severus?\" he murmured sensuously. \"Delightful isn\'t it? I\'ve had a drop or two myself... and what\'s more, I\'m going to use it as a lubricant to get inside you...\"

Severus felt Lucius slip down the bed, lifting and spreading his legs. He moaned as he felt one finger, then two, gently probing at his entrance, wet with the potent brew. The last shreds of any inhibitions he might have still had vanished almost the very instant he felt the blunt head of Lucius\' cock pushing against him, then deep within him, thrusting hard but not viciously, moving delectably against his prostate every time. Severus felt like he could almost swoon; held firmly by the restraints, his whole body exposed and vulnerable yet cherished and delighted in, Lucius fucking him relentlessly and deeply whilst whispering tender obscenities... it was all too much, and he soon came hard, moaning aloud. And when Severus felt his lover slamming his hips against him faster and heard him cry Severus\' name, he knew that Lucius had climaxed too. His breathing slowed as he felt Lucius undo the manacles and remove the blindfold; he heard Lucius pronounce the word, \"Lumos\" and the room was ablaze with light.

Lucius bent down to kiss Severus on the lips, their tongues joining gently and sweetly before Lucius pulled away, smiling.

\"Very nice, Severus,\" Lucius drawled. \"We\'ll have to have more little trysts like this since you\'re so bloody excellent in bed, and not wait till next Christmas for the next one.\"
\"If you say so,\" Severus replied, too deliciously shaken by the whole experience to do anything but revert to his customary curtness. As he tried to sit up and retrieve his clothes, he noticed that the hangings of the four-poster were festooned with mistletoe.
\"I do say so indeed, Severus. And for your information, there are no Nargles in my mistletoe at all,\" Lucius replied, his eyes gleaming.

Severus took the hint, and leaned closer for another kiss. A deeper, more passionate kiss than before, and when they finally broke apart for air, Severus was smiling too.

Saying \"I love you\" seemed a little premature. But it seemed entirely appropriate to say, \"Merry Christmas, Lucius,\" which Severus promptly did.

\"Merry Christmas to you too, Severus,\" Lucius whispered, and pulled him into his arms for yet another kiss.

~ Fin.