The Pump Cane

Disclaimer: Characters are property of JK Rowling.

This story is dedicated to the lovely WendyNat who inspired it by asking for SS/LM with a side of cane. Shiv5468 inspired the title. Go read their stories. Now. All right, read mine first, then go read theirs.

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Lucius Malfoy swept regally into Professor Snape’s office, cane in hand, his perfect blond hair streaming behind him. In aristocratic tones, he began, “Severus, I must speak with you immediately regarding Draco’s grades. They are simply not becoming of a Malfoy.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake, Lucius. Drop the act. You know as well as I do your name is really Luke Miller and your father was a barman in Essex. And your son is an idiot. Must have Narcissa’s brains because you still have yours.”

Lucius gracefully sat down, his hand still resting on his silver-headed cane. “I don’t know what you mean, Severus. The Malfoy name…”

“Was made up by you and magically inserted into Wizarding genealogy. ‘Bad Faith?’ Really!” Severus chuckled at the other man’s discomfiture. “Honestly, Lucius, how long have we known each other? Did you never guess I knew Legilimancy? I’ve been inside your head for years.” Severus slowly stood up and walked around to the back of Lucius’ chair. He leant down by the blond man’s ear and whispered “I wonder what the Dark Lord would think if he knew his favorite pet was completely and thoroughly Muggle-Born? I’ve been blocking his way to your secrets for years, Lucius. I could stop anytime.”

“What do you want, Severus?” Malfoy had gone even paler than usual.

In one swift movement, Snape snatched the cane from Lucius’ hand and straightened up. Backing up a step, he smiled wickedly. “I think you know what I want, Lucius. Stand up.” Shaking silently, but maintaining his air of aristocratic superiority, Malfoy did so.

Snape approached him, running the cool silver head of the cane gently around Lucius’ beautiful face. “Do you know what gave you away, Lucius?” He brought his face close, letting his breath warm the pale cheek. “You were too over the top. The hair, this cane, the rabid Purebloodism.” A long fingered hand came up and ran through the silky hair. “You were exactly as a poor boy’s dream of nobility should be.” Lucius shuddered, though for what reason, he did not know. Severus’ lips lightly touched his cheek. “So beautiful,” he whispered. “So…noble.”

Malfoy was captivated by the dark eyes boring back into his. He felt his lips part slightly in anticipation. Years had been spent suppressing his desire for men, especially the man in front of him. Now all the feelings that were held in for so very long seemed ready to explode. Only a breath separated them. Lucius could stand it no longer. Bringing a hand around behind Severus’ head, he pulled their lips together in a blazing kiss. Instantly, passion flamed up between them. Lips crushing, tongues tangled, hands in hair...

Lucius forgot any plans for escape as Severus ran his hands down to grasp his arse, while his lips moved to the blond man’s neck. Their groins ground together in a frantic search for friction and release. Severus moaned deep in his throat, the sound sending a thrill throughout Lucius’ entire body. “Severus,” he gasped. “I want you…so much.” Severus brought his lips back to the other man’s mouth, and began ravaging it as the two moved the desk. When Lucius felt the edge of the desk press against the top of his thighs, he laid back, dragging Severus on top of him.

Suddenly, Severus pulled back. Lucius’ protest was stilled by the look of pure lust on the other man’s face. Still holding the cane in his left hand, Severus brought his own wand out of his pocket with his right. One wave later and Lucius’ clothes were gone. His gasp of astonishment was silenced by Severus’ lips on his own again. The sensation of his naked cock grinding against Severus’ silken robes was intoxicating. Just as he thought he couldn’t take any more, Severus began kissing his way down his chest, bringing the cane with him.

Lucius moaned in ecstasy as the sharp teeth of the snake on the cane’s head left a pair of long, bloody scratches on his alabaster skin. Snape quickly lapped up the blood with his long, pink tongue, then came back to Lucius’ mouth, pushing the salty taste inside. Pulling away, the black haired man brought the snake to his own wrist and pulled it across, drawing a few drops of blood. He tasted one drop, then pressed his wrist against Malfoy’s full lips. “See, Lucius,” he hissed, “Mudblood, pureblood. It all tastes the same.”

The two men let their eyes meet for a second, communicating their wanting – the deep desperate need that was consuming them. Snape’s eyes glittered as his mouth dropped again to Lucius’ chest. His tongue snaked around one pink nipple, then the other. Lucius’ back arched with pleasure. “Severus…please…lower…” The tongue traveled to his navel, laving it with great care. “Lower…more…” Snape then dropped his mouth to nibble one of Malfoy’s knees. Lucius screamed with frustration. “Damn it all, Severus!” Snape chuckled, then finally allowed his mouth to cover the other man’s aching cock.

Oh, God. Lucius had never known this kind of pleasure. His short, cold couplings with Narcissa, and his necessary ministrations with his own hand, were nothing compared with the warm pressure of his lover’s mouth on him. He groaned as Severus’ tongue ran up the ridge at the underside of his cock then swirled about the tip. Lucius fisted his hands into thick, black hair as the delicious pressure of the sucking increased. Suddenly, Lucius gasped at a sudden pressure on his anus. As something cool and firm invaded him, Malfoy realized that Severus was slowly inserting the silver tip of the elaborate cane. Very un-aristocratic noises came from that perfect mouth as the slick metal hit a pleasurable spot deep inside him. A deep chuckle echoed around his cock as he whined for “more…please…now!” The cane began turning inside him, and he came hard.

Severus swallowed every drop, then slowly withdrew the cane and crept back up Lucius’ body to lay his head on the still heaving chest. As Malfoy came down from the high of his orgasm, he pulled Severus’ chin up and kissed him deeply. The salty taste of himself on those lips made him realize that he wanted more. “Severus….I want you... inside me.” He was panting with his need.

Snape raised his head and stared at him for a moment. “I always intended that, Lucius. I just thought I would give you a bit of preparation first.” Slowly, the dark haired man stood, and with yet another wave of his wand, he stood nude before the desk. He smirked at the hungry look on Malfoy’s face as the blue eyes studied him up and down before landing on his very erect cock. “It will be easier if you turn over.” Severus stepped forward and caressed Lucius’ face.

“No, I want to see you, Severus. I want to watch you fuck me. You are…magnificent.” Snape smiled, and leaned over Lucius to open a drawer of his desk and pull out a small vial. Opening the container, he sensually dribbled the liquid inside over his erect manhood, then dropped one hand to massage it in. Lucius thought he might explode, as Snape stepped forward, eased the long, pale legs apart, and placed himself at the virgin entrance. As he rocked his way in past the tight muscle, Lucius gasped in a combination of pain and pleasure. Frantically, he tried to push Severus away, though part of him was tempted to pull him closer.

“Shhhh. Relax. It will get better.” Severus grabbed at Lucius’ scrabbling hands. “Give it a moment.” The blue eyes were frantic with want – wanting the pain to stop, wanting the pleasure to go on forever. “Here,” Snape pushed the cane into Lucius’ hands, and then magically attached the cane to the ceiling with a chain. “Hold onto this.” Using the cane as a handle, Lucius raised himself to a more comfortable position.

“That’s better. Just…go slow.”

Slowly—so very slowly—Severus began thrusting into that lovely body, never withdrawing fully. As Lucius became more comfortable, he felt himself growing erect again, lifting his hips to meet his friend’s drives. “More,” he gasped. “Please, love, more!” Snape began moving faster, treating Lucius to the rare sight of this rigid man losing control. One of Severus’ elegant hands dropped to Lucius’ erection and began stroking it in time with his hip movements.

Malfoy screamed in pleasure as his lover’s movements became more frantic, hitting that wonderful internal spot once again. He thought the sound of Snape’s delicious moans were the most wonderful music he’d ever heard. “Lucius! Lucius!” Snape buried himself deep and then screamed his release. His shudders and the instinctive tightening of his hand sent Lucius over the edge as well. They arched together, then Severus collapsed, panting, on Malfoy’s chest. Lucius brought his arms up and around him, stroking his beloved’s back.

When they had recovered their breath, Lucius asked “So, where does this leave us?”

“Needing a shower,” Severus chuckled.

“You know what I mean.” The severe tone was somewhat mitigated by the fact that their stomachs were still stuck together with semen.

Snape sighed, then rolled off of his lover. Moving up the desk, he brought Lucius’ head to rest on his chest. “Lucius,” he began slowly, “I’m a spy for Dumbledore.”

Malfoy’s body stiffened for a moment, then relaxed. “He would kill me if he knew, wouldn’t he? Kill me and Draco.”

There was no need to answer. Both knew that Voldemort, so forgetful of the Muggle blood in his own veins, was absolutely intolerant of it in others. They held each other another moment. Severus placed a gentle kiss atop the blond head. “Join me, Lucius. Spy with me. Be with me. Love me.”

Lucius raised his head to look at his lover. He raised one perfectly groomed eyebrow. “Can I keep my cane?”