Apprenticeship

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1976, Lucius Malfoy
I put the heel of my hand to my nose to staunch the flow of blood. It was an aggressive stream, dribbling down my palm to my fingers. With my other hand I dug for my handkerchief. Once it was in place I tipped my head back. The silver silk handkerchief rapidly soaked up the blood, staining a deep purplish crimson. After a few minutes I risked it and lowered my head.

“Are you all right, Lucius?”

“Fine.” I worked my mouth and spat. My saliva was brilliant red. The sharp metallic tang of blood was all I could taste and smell. I licked at my upper lip.

“That mudblooded little bitch,” snarled Lestrange. His brother growled agreement. “Thinking she can strike a Malfoy.”

“No matter,” I insisted, pushing him out of my way. The entrance to the Slytherin common room opened before us. They followed me in dutifully.

“You know she’s all sweet on Potter,” Severus muttered darkly. “They’re practically inseparable.”

I shrugged, lapping at the blood on my hand. “Quite spirited, for a Muggle-born. I will bed her yet.” That sent a dark laugh through my assembled cronies. I silenced them. “As it is, it appears my dance card is empty for this evening.” I glanced meaningfully at them and my three fellow Slytherins glared at each other. Only one of them would get the opportunity to grace my sheets. I scanned each momentarily before finally settling on Severus.

He moved forward as I offered my hand, still stained with my blood. The Lestranges muttered darkly. “You’re dismissed,” I said shortly, looking up at them as Severus’ tongue flicked out, caressing my palm gently. I let him take my hand in his as he cleaned the blood from my skin, carefully circling each finger. His teeth scraped my skin and I slapped him hard across the cheek. “Be more careful, Severus,” I growled.

Severus nodded. I examined my hand; it was clean. I wiped his saliva off on his robes.

“Lucius, you still have a bit here,” he said, touching his upper lip.

“Well, take care of it,” I snapped.

He hesitated. We were standing in the center of the common room, after all. I tapped my foot impatiently, and he leaned forward. His tongue brushed my lip, lapping awkwardly at the dried blood. When he was done he backed away.

“That is satisfactory,” I told him. “To my quarters, Severus. I’ll be up in a moment.” He nodded and headed for the Prefects’ rooms upstairs. I checked my face in the mirror, pleased to find that Evans’ fist had done no damage besides the unfortunate trickle of blood. My robes appeared clean. I folded the drying handkerchief and tossed it into the House laundry; it would find its way back to me, clean of stains.

There is a cabinet in the bathrooms in Slytherin house containing sufficient supplies for a respectably-sized orgy. I opened it and scanned the contents, settling on a plain, unscented, unflavored lubricant. The bin of large condoms was nearly empty. Someone had allowed his ego to dictate his choices instead of his girth; I’d seen every cock in the House, if only in the shower, and there simply weren’t that many of any distinguished size. I took a few, noting with amusement that they were all black. Severus was free of disease, as far as I knew, but there was no sense taking chances with the Malfoy equipment. I fixed my hair and mounted the stairs at a leisurely pace.

Severus was already naked when I got there. “You’re learning,” I commented idly, tossing the supplies to the sheets beside him.

“Yes, sir,” he murmured. I felt a shiver run through me.

“When was the last time you bathed?” I asked, touching his hair. It was stringy and greasy.

“This morning.”

“Go wash your hair.”

He got up and went into the bathroom. I took my time undressing. My room was just above the lake, and the sunset that evening was spectacular. The light was the color of the fresh blood on my hand after Evans struck me. When Severus came back I looked him over appraisingly. His hair now hung in fat, wet tendrils to his shoulders.

“You are not handsome,” I commented.

“No.”

“Does that bother you, Severus?”

“No, it doesn’t. I don’t care what people think about me or my appearance.”

I motioned toward the bed and he sat down obediently. “If your nose was a bit smaller, maybe you would be good-looking.” I opened a condom packet and set the open foil envelope aside, where I could reach it easily. “And if you weren’t so skinny.” I sat down on the bed and took off my socks. He said nothing.

“You know, Severus, the only opinions that matter won’t have anything to do with your appearance.” I slid up beside him and let my hand trail idly over his chest. “What if I told you I knew how you could become powerful? Well-respected?”

He looked at me and his expression seemed nervous. I bent to kiss his chest. “How?” he asked, a waver in his voice.

“There is a new power arising,” I murmured, catching his ear in my mouth and biting the soft lobe. He inhaled softly. “And if you are loyal to him, the Dark Lord will make you powerful beyond your wildest dreams.”

“I would do anything to prove them all wrong,” he said.

“I’m sure you would.”

I rolled onto my back and he obediently knelt over me. His touches were rapidly becoming expert. The damp strands of hair tickled at my chest as he kissed my stomach. He looked up at me for permission. I nodded.

Severus’ mouth had felt hot and soft as it caressed my hand in the common room; it was doubly so when it closed around my cock. He still had much to learn when it came to fellatio, but he had also improved greatly. Severus licked eagerly up my shaft and swirled his tongue over the head. I was almost detached from my own lust, watching with a cool gaze even while my hips moved rhythmically against his hands and into his mouth.

“Enough,” I growled harshly. He withdrew. “On your face.” Severus obediently rolled over and thrust his ass in the air. He was visibly aroused. I caressed his cleft gently and he shuddered. “You know, Severus,” I mused, as I rolled the condom onto my erection, “you are an ugly little bastard, but you have a fabulous ass.”

He said nothing. I tore the top off the packet of lube with my teeth and spat it out. With one hand I pushed his legs farther apart; with the other I squeezed the contents out of the packet. Severus still needed preparation, and I heard him stifle a groan as I fingered him. In all truth, sex had become as routine as brushing my teeth. I put two more fingers inside and then, when I thought he was ready, I fisted myself roughly to coat my cock with the lubricant. Soon enough I could get to this point with Severus without any preparatory measures. I was grooming him as a favorite, and I knew it. I thrust inside him in a single quick movement and he ground his teeth to keep from crying out.

“It’s all right, Severus. You can scream.”

Permission granted, he let the cry escape his lips. It was exquisite. He was tight around me, and I exploited the sensation ruthlessly. Severus was moaning like a bitch as I closed my hand around his erection.

I was the most desirable of the masters in Slytherin House; I always let my bedmates have their pleasure. Even as I pounded Severus into the sheets, I was pulling at his cock with sure, determined strokes. He screamed as he came, spilling pearly come all over my fingers. It took me only a few moments longer to reach my climax.

He had a fabric imprint in his cheek when I let him get up. “Clean up your mess,” I instructed, and he once again took my hand in his. This time I felt no teeth. “Better, Severus.”

“Thank you,” he said softly. I tilted his chin up with my hand.

“You have proven most loyal and obedient, Severus. When I meet with the Dark Lord, I will vouch for you.”

“Oh, thank you, Lucius!” he breathed. His gratitude was palpable.

I nodded. “Once more, I think,” I murmured, stroking his hip. “Up against the wall.”

Severus scrambled to his feet. I stripped the condom from myself and tossed it at the wastebasket. As I picked up another packet of lubricant, I looked at Severus’ pile of clothes. I took the necktie as I crossed to stand behind him.

I drew the tie gently ihis his mouth and tied it behind his head. “Give me your hand,” I said softly. He obeyed, and I drew his arm up behind his back. When I saw him wince I let go slightly, leaving him just on the point of pain but allowing him to balance himself with the help of the other arm. I stroked myself back to full hardness, slicking the clean condom with lube. He dutifully spread his feet farther when I nudged his thigh with my knee.

My first thrust nearly lifted him off his feet. He fought to maintain his balance. I bit the back of his neck aggressively, and heard him cry out against the silken gag. “What was that?” I asked, thrusting hard against him. He let his head fall back and I saw that his eyes were closed. I held his arm behind his back as I fucked him, listening with pleasure to his muffled cries.

I pushed him until his chest rested against the wall and his neck was bent at an awkward angle. Severus had grown several inches in height since the first time we’d done this, and it was a constant readjustment. Releasing his arm, I hissed in his ear.

“Touch yourself,” I ordered. He obediently moved his hand to his cock. He stroked himself more violently than I touched him, knowing exactly what was pleasure and what was pain. I did not like to cause Severus pain accidentally; causing him pain intentionally was another matter entirely. He screamed against the gag as I brushed across his prostate. His hand worked faster at his erection.

“Oh, yes,” I groaned, feeling my muscles tense. I bit down on his shoulder roughly as I came, my final thrust pinning him against the wall. He was still masturbating himself when I withdrew. I watched him lean against the stone for support as he trembled and moaned, coating the wall with his come.

He stood panting against the wall for a minute longer, catching his breath. I removed the condom and lay down on the bed, hands behind my head.

Severus started to gather his clothing. He pulled the tie from his mouth.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Getting dressed to go back to my own room,” he answered, confused.

“Why don’t you stay tonight?” I murmured, half-closing my eyes and regarding him through my eyelashes.

Severus swallowed. “You want me to stay?” he asked carefully.

“Sure.” I yawned and stretched dramatically. “If you would, please clean up the wall?”

He picked up his wand and did a Scouring spell. I scratched my head lazily. “What do you say to a shower, Severus?” I asked.

“I…I would say yes, anything you want,” he stammered. He had heard the rumors. He knew that a shower in my private bathroom meant you had graduated to favorite status.

“Very good,” I told him, pushing myself to my feet. The pale, ugly young man followed me like a lap dog into my personal bath.

1996, Draco Malfoy
“Malfoy?”

I turned at Professor’s Snape’s voice, holding my hand to my face.

“What happened?” he asked.

“Granger hit me,” I said angrily, removing my hand so he could see the blood. I had to replace it quickly or risk dripping the thick red liquid all over the flagstones.

“Come back inside,” he said softly. I followed him back into the Potions classroom and he retrieved a towel from the stack by the sinks. “Tip your head back,” Snape suggested.

After a couple of minutes, the hot trickle down the back of my throat stopped. I leaned over the sink and spat crimson. Snape sat on the corner of one of the tables.

“Let me guess,” he said. “You insulted her family.”

“How’d you know?”

He chuckled. I tossed the bloodstained towel at the sink and sat down next to him. “Some things never change,” he said softly. I watched in fascination as he lifted my hand to his mouth. His tongue was soft and wet. He carefully cleaned the blood from my fingers and then dried my hand on the corner of his robe. “You’ve still got a bityouryour lip,” Snape said apologetically.

“Could you get it for me?” I asked breathlessly. The Professor nodded and leaned in.

For a moment I let him clean the drying blood from my lip, and then I tilted my head. His mouth opened obediently for me. When he pulled back I murmured a complaint.

“Hush, Draco,” he whispered. He bent to kiss my throat, and his hands seemed to instinctively find the most sensitive places on my body.

“Professor,” I choked.

“Severus,” he insisted, unzipping my fly. I could only nod. He slid off the table and tugged me toward the edge.

I had never noticed how dark his eyes were.

Severus knelt before me; I helped him work my trousers down toward my knees. He guided me silently until my feet were touching the floor but my weight was still leaning against the table.

“Are you ready, Draco?” he asked, smiling mischievously. I nodded. Severus’ pawerewere warm on my thighs, and then I heard a sob wring from my own throat as his mouth closed over my cock.

I cannot even describe to you the sensations I felt, of heat and warmth and pressure and pleasure. Even the scrape of teeth was carefully calculated to produce ecstasy. I looked down at him and saw that he was watching me, even as his nimble pink tongue slid over my heated flesh. Suffice to say that when the sun exploded behind my eyes, I fell forward into Severus’ waiting arms, so spent that I couldn’t articulate words.

Finally, I looked up at him. “Do you want me to…” He shook his head.

“That’s not necessary, Draco,” he murmured, putting his arms around me. “Aren’t you going to be late to class?” he asked, nuzzling my hair.

“You could write me a note.”

Severus went to the sink and returned with a hot, damp towel. He cleaned me efficiently, pausing to wipe the fine beads of sweat from my brow before moving lower. I was stunned by his silence. “That was amazing,” I finally said, as he righted my trousers.

“I could teach you,” he purred, nipping my ear. His hand was under my vest now, stroking my stomach. “What would you say to that?”

“I would say yes,” I said. “Anything you want.”

He pulled back, eyes searching mine. Had I said something wrong? I looked into his earnest face, my eyes sliding over his hooked nose and a chin padded with a little too much weight. His lips were pale and heavy, and I could see the lines where muscles would tug them into a sneer. Professor Snape was not a handsome man.

“Sir?” I asked, uncertain.

“Draco, have you ever heard of synchronism?” he asked, his thumb trailing slowly down my cheek and curving under my chin.

“No.”

“It’s a Jungian theory.” He tossed the towel at the sink and stood. “It postulates that happenstance events that seemed to be meaningfully related may not be coincidence at all, but may share a common cause or origin.” Then he smiled. “Do you understand?”

“I think so.” Severus crossed to his desk and opened a drawer. He removed a small box.

I watched curiously as he opened it and removed a square of silver silk. It had a deep rust-colored stain on it. He handed it to me.

“This is my father’s,” I said, caressing the embroidered lettering.

“Yes. Lucius gave that to me, the year he graduated.” I looked at Severus and he met my gaze evenly. His expression was unreadable. “He said it was worthless because they couldn’t get the stains out, but I wanted it, and I was his favorite.”

“Why is it stained?” I asked, looking at the brown spots.

“Lily Evans, the mother of your arch-nemesis, punched Lucius in the face for insulting her Muggle heritage,” Severus murmured.

I looked at the bloodstain, and I could not help but touch my nose. It was still tender from Granger’s blow.

“You and my father,” I said. I wasn’t sure what I’d meant to say after that. Severus nodded. He took the handkerchief from my hands and folded it gently.

I looked up at him, confused. What should I say? How should I feel about this? I had just had a sexual act performed on me by a professor, who then confessed that he had engaged in similar activities with my father. It was a bit much for a sixteen-year-old mind to comprehend.

But he put his hand on my shoulder, and the other slid to my waist. “Your father taught me everything,” he breathed. “I would be proud to teach you.”

All my confusion was forgotten as those pouting lips met mine.