Lazy Afternoon

"How about here?"

Lucius\' legs tightened around Severus\' waist as he clung to him, his

hands still burrowed in his hair. A quick look around told him that

the alley Severus had chosen wasn\'t as grimy as most of the others.

Currently vacant, Lucius breathed a slight sigh of relief. An

audience, while enticing at times, wasn\'t what he wanted today. "Not

a bad choice, Sev. Of course, there can always be a few minor

improvements."

With a quick wave of his wand, Lucius conjured up a rug that

protected them from the dust and grime on the street. Quickie or not,

he didn\'t intend to do this standing up. Just for visual effect, he

threw up a few posters on the alley wall of a couple of Quidditch

teams. My, but their pants looked tight. And so did Sev\'s. Lucius

nipped at his lover\'s chin. "Now, it\'s perfect."

"Sometimes, Lucius, you worry me," Severus confessed as he eyed the

Quidditch players suspiciously before being distracted by that nip.

He pushed Lucius back down onto the rug in a manner that was not so

much rough as careful. He had no desire to be yelled at for Lucius

getting dirt in his hair or any such like. Ah, the trials of fucking

a Malfoy.

It was all worth it.

Severus went down on top of Lucius, covering his body with his own,

rubbing his groin against Lucius.

Gods, how he had missed this. The summer break was long, too long as

far as he was concerned. He adored the needing look on Lucius\' face,

his eyes gleaming just so. His blood rushed around his system powered

by exhilaration, by wanton need. This was something he fully intended

to enjoy.

Severus leant in close and flicked the lobe of Lucius\' ear with his

tongue before sucking it into his mouth, nibbling at it a little. One

hand supported him, the other ventured over Lucius\' body, seeking and

invading, undressing with the skill of long experience. He moved away

from the ear and nipped his way down the clear cut jaw.

"How much do you want this, Lucius?" he asked, sitting back a little

and plunging one hand into the blond\'s trousers.

Ah, the reception was sweet as ever. His fingers found the answer to

his question quickly enough, closing around it.

He smirked some more.

You mean you can\'t tell?" Gods, Lucius so loved those hands on him,

pleasing him and only him. He wouldn\'t be lying if he said that part

of the reason why he wanted to keep Severus was so no one else could

have him. He was egotistical like that. No one else would know of the

sheer lust-filled delight the boy could bring out in another. They

would see but never touch. Of course, when paranoia set in, Lucius

could be sure that Severus was fucking another, but those times were

few and far between.

Besides, Severus would know the price if he left Lucius\' side for

some revolting little shit. So would the little shit for that matter.

He smirked at the hands on his body, pleased that his need was easily

reciprocated by Severus, and let out a sharp moan at the touch to his

arousal. That was Severus, never time to be subtle about

anything. "Thought you didn\'t much care for me talking while we\'re

fucking." That led to gags. Not that those stopped much.

As much as Lucius would love to have Severus stroke him or blow him

off, he was damned if he was going to lay back and take it. His hands

came out of Severus\' hair and shoved against his shoulders, pushing

him back and rolling the two over so that Lucius was on top. The

clasp to Severus\' robe came off easily enough and was hastily flung

away.

"Why don\'t you tell me how much you wanted this?" Each button to

Severus\' outfit was undone slowly. He wore too many goddamn buttons

and Lucius felt like taking a wand to them and transfiguring them

into beetles to make his job easier. But not this time. This time, he

would make Severus hate his own buttons, or at least, the fact that

he wore so many. Each little piece of skin that was revealed, Lucius

kissed tenderly.

He was straddling Severus, his erection all too clear in his trousers

and rubbed his lower body against the other boy.

"That\'s true," Severus replied to Lucius\' first comment. The blond

did have this rather unfortunate habit of.. talking. It wasn\'t the

worst thing in the world, but Severus savoured the silences. They

could mean so much more than words could possibly hope to express.

Lucius rolled them over and winded Severus slightly as he landed on

top of him. Neither boy weighed too much, so rolling around was a

perfectly acceptable term to apply to them.

Why didn\'t he tell Lucius how much he wanted this?

"You\'ll have to try harder for a response than that, Lucius," Severus

said, smirking up at his lover, black hair sprawled beneath his head

like some dark halo.

The time Lucius took with his buttons was agonising, filling Severus

with impatience. It was, at least, a mercy that he wasn\'t

transfiguring them into beetles. Severus would never forgive

McGonagall for teaching them that particularly cruel act. He liked

his buttons.

He did not like the amount of time Lucius was spending undoing them.

His own hands left Lucius, coming out of his trousers and off his

chest to help divest himself of the bothersome clothing.

The way Lucius was rubbing against him did not help his situation in

the slightest, driving him to the place where he wanted nothing more

than to have himself buried to the hilt within the blond\'s tight

hole. His erection twitched in his trousers at the very thought, and

he wriggled a little.

"Taking your time.." he complained with a slight tinge of accusation

in his tone.

The blond smacked away Severus\' hands. "It\'s your fault. You

shouldn\'t wear so many buttons now, should you? And this is my game."

His hand went into the partially unbuttoned shirt and stroked hard

against a nipple before pinching it tightly. Severus did deserve some

pleasure, after all. "Besides, the anticipation just makes it all the

sweeter."

Oh, Lucius would gladly try harder to get an answer to his question.

Abandoning his task of unbuttoning Severus\' shirt, which was now only

half done, he settled about the task of wrenching Severus\' belt off

and flinging it elsewhere on the rug. Severus\' trousers were easily

undone, the sound of the zipper being opened was enough to cut

through the air of Knockturn with a finality that Lucius so loved. He

had put aside his rebellious streak as soon as his father had died,

he no longer needed to dirty himself or his name with any act that

would be considered beneath him.

Sucking the cock of someone who wasn\'t in this for power, money, or

control, was one of those acts. He had, in the beginning, balked at

such a task, his aristocratic mind that always told him not to kneel

before anyone, least of all take another into his mouth. Severus had

been all too patient with him, however, and it didn\'t take long for

Lucius\' curiosity to get the better of him. The first few times had

been quite the learning experience. After that, Lucius\' confidence

rose and with it, what he knew of Severus\' likes.

He adored seeing his lover\'s face when he came, knowing that he

brought him to such heights of pleasure. This wasn\'t control to him,

it was pure unadulterated ego. His pride was the one aspect of

himself that he truly catered to and while blowing someone seemed

submissive at first, everything was worth it when it came down to how

Severus looked and how Severus twitched.

Lucius wouldn\'t bother to bring out his lover\'s erection, preferring

instead to move down the man\'s trousers, pulling them until they were

around the other boy\'s ankles and preventing much movement by way of

his legs. He would not waste time on cliches, commenting on how happy

Severus appeared to be to see him. "Still want to hear me talk?" He

leaned down, his legs now straddling one of Severus\' own and pressed

his groin down on the man\'s lower leg.

His tongue darted out and licked slowly up the man\'s prick, starting

from base to head. "Or would you like me to do other things with my

mouth?"

Severus let his hands be batted away with the dismal knowledge that

this could take quite a while. He liked his buttons. But when it came

to the buttons-or-sex situation..well.

There was something he wasn\'t about to answer too willingly. Buttons

equated to security. It was amazingly difficult to rip someone\'s

clothes off if said clothing was firmly buttoned down. Severus liked

that. Well, he usually did. Right now it was rather bothersome and he

knew damned well that the Malfoy was doing this on purpose. Suave

bastard.

But he was *his* suave bastard.

The pinch of the nipple called him to arch his back to the touch,

longing for more like it. He bit back a moan, vocalities not being

things he indulged in when he had the control not to. And control

never lasted long when Lucius was on top.

His belt was wrenched off, the damned thing pulled away roughly,

cutting into his waist for brief moments before Lucius disposed of it

so elegantly. Baring in mind that this was still Knockturn, Severus

used the last moments of control to cast wards at either end of the

Alley. Paranoid or not, it was not unheard of people ending up stark

naked down Knockturn because of situations lthisthis. His wand was

abandoned as Lucius pulled down his trousers, Severus lifting his

hips off the ground slightly to let the other boy guide the

bothersome things off him.

The question could only mean one thing and Severus\' eyes gleamed in

anticipation. Lucius\' mouth was talented in so many different ways.

The lick elicited a powerful moan from him, his member quivering at

the contact.

"For fuck\'s sake, Lucius, suck me off," he cursed. "Or I\'ll do

something entirely unpleasant with my mouth. Ever been bitten by a

Snape denied of orgasm?" The threat had nothing but playful

intonations. He had bitten Lucius many times before and loved the

noises the blond made when he did. But right now, all he wanted was

to lose himself in the wet warmth of the promising mouth. He propped

himself up on his elbows and gave Lucius a stern look, biting back a

smirk as he did so.

"It\'s very hard to take you seriously, Sev, when you\'ve your trousers

pulled down and are straining at the proverbial leash." Lucius, who

had no intention to rush things along, found the entire situation

quite amusing. "And if you intend to bite me, I suggest you wait

until I\'m done with you first. I never said anything about letting

you orgasm." Another lick was placed on Severus\' arousal.

Lucius so loved getting under his lover\'s skin. There was very little

else that gratified him more than irking the man either intentionally

or accidentally and then talking him down from his hostile mood. He

knew the boy was merely playing with him and this was an old dialogue

of sorts. Severus wanting release, Lucius taking his sweet time, and

so on. Of course, if their positions were reversed, Lucius would be

raising hell right about now.

But Severus wasn\'t him and so, Lucius was allowed to dally around a

bit. He lifted up the man\'s half aroused cock and trailed his tongue

around the base of the shaft, nipping at the soft skin there before

rubbing his tongue against the skin that connected the prick to his

balls. His hand stroked the head of the cock, his nails touching but

never pressing down, just to let Severus know that they were there.

And that Lucius had no qualms against using them.

Right now, Lucius was merely teasing him, wanting to work him up into

a full state of arousal.

Severus gave a strangled sort of a noise and buried his hands in

Lucius\' hair as he toyed with his erection. There was no salvation

from the toying of the Malfoy, though it was rewarding in its own

right. No one knew better than Lucius what Severus liked and what he

most definitely did not like. He would tolerate the other man\'s

teasing, knowing that nothing would come of going against it. And

right now, he was rather hoping to come quite soon.

Lucius\' tongue and hands soon worked him up into a heady state of

full arousal. He pulled at Lucius\' hair a little, a silent plead for

him not to stop, to continue and not to halt his work until Severus

had had his fill. Whether or not Lucius complied to his wishes was on

the Malfoy\'s head, which could mean anything. The hint of nails was

alluring, ever so alluring and Severus bucked his hips up to meet the

pinpricks of promised pain.

"Lucius," he uttered, doing his best to coax the whine out of his

voice. He didn\'t do overly well as the slight whine lingered on the

last syllable of the blond\'s name. He wanted this. He wanted it *now*.

Lucius made his movements quick as his hand grabbed ahold of his

lover\'s shaft and squeezed hard enough to cut off the circulation.

His head was raised upwards as he stared hard into Severus\'

eyes. "You will not cum until I give you permission, Severus." He

didn\'t bother with a \'or else\', knowing full well that Severus could

come up with quite a few tortures on his own. He was paranoid like

that.

Thus said, Lucius relaxed his grip on the man\'s arousal but he didn\'t

let go. Instead, he opted for dragging his nails down Severus\'

length, the sharp half-moon crescents biting hard into sensitive

skin. He would not make the man bleed. Not yet, at any rate. His hand

was taken off the man right after as Lucius preferred his mouth to

any other appendage. Teeth could always be brushed but nails were a

bitch to maintain.

Whether or not he would allow Severus to ejaculate was based solely

on his mood at the time. Right now, he wanted to cater to the other

boy. He did not want Severus blowing his load too damn soon. He took

in Severus\' arousal slowly, lingering on the head for a bit. His

tongue swirled it about in his mouth, touching along the small hole

in the tip.

The words, those dreaded words. Severus gave a heartfelt groan and

pushed his elbows from beneath him, landing him once again, flat on

his back, staring at the sky. He hated it when Lucius did this to

him, as much as the allure kept him coming back. The restriction was

tantalizing and there was always the \'what if\'s that Severus tempted

himself with if he came before time.

Lucius\' perfectly maintained nails dragged down him, pulling a sharp

gasp from him with unnerving ease. The hand left as quickly as the

pain and arrived, though Severus didn\'t have time to complain about

such things.

Thoughts were dismissed as Lucius went down on him, taking in his

hardened cock with a slowness that made him long to buck up, to force

himself all the way in whether Lucius liked it or not.

But it didn\'t work like that, so he resigned himself to a little

wriggling and a reasonable amount of moaning as he was played with,

like a cat played with a mouse. Torturous, but beautifully so. What

with Lucius\' insistence on absolute control, a certain amount of

awareness had to be left within his mind, not allowing him to

submerge and submit completely to the overwhelming wave of

sensations. This could work both ways, for pleasure and for pain.

Lucius held all the cards with this.

Severus had agreed to his terms. Not that Lucius expected him to

argue any. Especially not while the Malfoy was still centering on his

groin area. Severus was, altogether, quite easy to please if one knew

what he liked and the Malfoy knew exactly what he adored. His tongue

slid up against the underside of Severus\' erection, his mouth taking

more in. In the beginning, he had found that he could only take so

much in before his gag reflex forced him to stop.

There wasn\'t much left of a gag reflex within him now. Relaxing his

throat muscles and making sure to go slowly at first, Lucius steadily

engulfed Severus, swallowing back what remained of the sudden urge to

choke. He could feel the other man\'s prick move back down his throat

and wondered what would happen if he chose to swallow right then.

He moved his head back, taking the man out of his mouth. Yes, it had

been awhile since he had done this but the act wasn\'t difficult at

all to dredge up from his memories. He took Severus back in,

constricting the muscles in his throat while his tongue pushed

upwards. His front teeth dug into Severus\' cock and grated against

him as Lucius pulled away again.

Lucius\' talented ministrations to his cock quickly rendered Severus

to little more than a pile of particularly sensitive goo. Yes, he had

missed this. Yes, he longed for this, and yes, he loved this. But

gods, he wished Lucius didn\'t play so cruelly at times.

The bite of pain was delicious as those teeth grated along his

length, causing him to twitch, to hiss with pleasure. This was what

dreams was made of. Wet dreams, at any rate.

One leg was trapped under Lucius, otherwise Severus would have

wrapped his legs around Lucius\' waist, constricting him and keeping

him in his place. As it was, he only had his hands to work with,

pulling at his hair, messing the perfect order that Lucius insisted

on those pale strands.

His dark eyes were firmly fixed on the sky for the moment, but soon

traveled a southerly path to rest on the top of Lucius\' studious head

as he moved, working his wandless magic with such mastered perfection

that sometimes it was hard to believe that he was the only male

Lucius had ever had.

It was a matter of pride that Lucius had learnt through him, by him

and on him. He had learnt well. He had persisted and was rewarded in

his own way.

"Fuck, Lucius," Severus moaned, a shudder slamming down his spine as

those teeth touched that spot. Gods, he needed this.

Every word Severus spoke was an encouragement to the Malfoy. He

needed to hear him, needed to feel the man\'s hands on him as he

worked. He needed attention, be it through small moans or yanks on

his hair. This was one of the few times he didn\'t much care what

happened to his hair, so long as it was mussed in the interest of

sex. He would fix it later.

Severus so liked his pain. With one quick bite, hard enough to make

him bleed, hard enough to make him scream, Lucius knew that Severus

would cum inside his mouth, with or without any warning. He was

almost tempted to do just that, but no. He had his own plans and they

wouldn\'t be taken down because of any impulse that he had. This did

not stop Lucius from digging his teeth into the man each time he

pulled out.

He engulfed the man once again, his throat clenching down upon the

head of his prick, making the man unable to move or do much of

anything. Imitating the act of swallowing, he felt his entire throat

caress and then press down upon the man\'s cock, keeping the pressure

on him in the hot cavern of Lucius\' mouth. This was an old trick that

kept Severus pinned while Lucius\' teeth bit into the base of Severus\'

erection.

From the painful grating of the Malfoy\'s teeth and the horrendous

clamping of Lucius\' throat, there was very little that Severus could

actually do except lie back and enjoy. And be forced into holding

back his orgasm.

"You bastard," Severus moaned, helpless and trapped. "You utter

goddamned bastard.."

There was nothing worse than this. He hated it as much as he loved it

and as much as he wriggled and writhed, as much as he tugged on

Lucius\' hair and scratched at his scalp, he knew damned well that the

Malfoy had no intention on moving.

The pressure was intense and the heat of Lucius\' mouth was only

adding to his building climax. A climax he wasn\'t even allowed yet.

The grating of teeth, whilst tempting towards climax, was infinitely

preferable to this. This, this blood curdling wait.

Severus was the type who read. A lot. And he had read many a book on

torture, all the different forms, all the different ways and devices.

He had felt betrayed when every single volume denied to mention this,

this supreme kind of intimate torture, the kind that made him feel

like jelly, like an unlit firework. Pent up, bursting with potential

energy, only to be denied when the match failed to light.

And so, he was reduced to writhing like a fish out of water. He would

not beg. Not yet, not unless forced. He would not beg and he would

not plead. To bring such things from his mouth was not a pleasant

experience and not one he wished to be pushed through.

"Fucking let me.." He moaned instead.

Severus couldn\'t look more glorious, more fine had he been trying. He

was positively writhing, needing release and was cruelly denied.

Lucius liked it this way. It was all too reminiscent of his fun with

other people\'s minds. Seeing them slowly crack, slowly start to fall

through their own trap, see them writhe and plead for him to just

shut the hell up before they\'re forced into admitting truths about

themselves that should never be spoken out loud.

Lucius liked his torture, the pain he could inflict on others. Since

he could not have his fun with Severus\' mind, for that would be going

against whatever relationship they had, he chose to inflict himself

upon the boy\'s body instead. But just as he never pushed people far

enough to the point of a complete breakdown, he could never stand to

hear Severus beg him for anything.

Severus was as unbreakable as the victims he chose. He wasn\'t

fragile, but there was always a slight crack in him that if pushed

far enough, he would cave inward. Lucius loved to push against him.

The results were so beautiful. Like now, what with Severus sprawled

beneath him, looking ever so wanton, so needing. Lucius relaxed his

hold around Severus\' cock and slowly pried his mouth from him, his

teeth biting down sharply.

"Tell me that you missed this, Sev, and I\'ll consider letting you

have what you want."

Relief and movement came with slight disappointment as Lucius sat

back from his cruel tormenting of Severus\' cock. Severus exhaled a

breath he didn\'t realise he had been holding. His own dark eyes bored

into the cool grey of Lucius\' speaking of all the things Severus

could think to put Lucius through for his behavior. Most of them

involved screaming.

He didn\'t want to answer, didn\'t want to say, but only because Lucius

was challenging him to. At the same time, he wanted, was desperate

for release. A low growl escaped him, discontent at the situation,

but having no way out, physically trapped by Lucius\' body on top of

him, and verbally trapped by his own lack of words.

He settled for a kind of midpoint then.

"How could I not miss this, you arrogant prick?" he replied, though

his heart wasn\'t in the insult, tugging a little at the spun silver

that adored his pale lover\'s head. But he was in a corner and it was

his instinct to insult. A smirk flitted across his face and one hand

relaxed its death grip on Lucius\' hair, smoothing it down instead,

flattening down the mussed strands fondly.

"Now let me come."

Lucius could easily read the aggravation in Severus\' eyes, the

unspoken promises of receiving back what he had just given Severus.

And the man could be so cruel when it came to revenge. He could see

pain written all over Severus\' features and he loved it. He loved the

knowledge that he had put Severus in that place, had kept him right

at the brink and wouldn\'t let him go as Severus wanted.

"Oh, I\'ll let you come," Lucius\' hand went down past Severus\' cock
and

languidly moved a finger over his testicles, "but not in my mouth."

The promise of pain was irresistible and now Lucius knew damn well

what he would get. His fingers quickly flew down to his trousers,

taking them off in one fluid movement. He had built Severus up not

just to see the man\'s reaction, but because he knew damn well that

Severus was evil when he had been denied.

Not to mention the fact that he would be suffering a lovely case of

blue balls if he wasn\'t taken care of properly. "You want to come? Do

so in me." He would have added, \'And not before I orgasm myself,\' but

that would be an implausibility. He would do so later when he was

sure Severus could withstand it. Right now, though, neither of them

had been satisfied since the last day of school last term, or so

Lucius hoped.

It would be terribly cruel to deprive Severus anymore than he already

had, and doing this just guaranteed Lucius a quick, hard fuck. He

moved back from Severus just a bit, no longer straddling his leg

since he had no desire to be kneed in the groin if Severus made any

quick moves.

Freedom!

Severus kicked his trousers from his ankles where Lucius had left

them. He had been victimized by his trousers far too often, tripping

over them when they were in such a place as his ankles, and so was

quick to dispose of them.

Free of his tormentors, he bowled Lucius over quickly enough after

the man had divested himself of his own trousers. Well, good.

Severus\' nimble fingers completed the work he began earlier,

stripping Lucius of his robes and shirts and whatnot. The trouble

with the aristocracy, Severus knew, was that they tended to wear far

too many clothes than was good for a quick fuck.

But nonetheless, the clothing went, landing in a pile on the rug.

Severus preferred being on top. It didn\'t signify control exactly,

and he knew well enough the feeling of helplessness with Lucius

beneath him. But he liked to feel the lithesome body writhe beneath

him. And Lucius would writhe.

Long fingers explored and probed all over Lucius\' naked form, as

though performing an obscene inspection, ensuring that everything was

how he had left it. Perfect.

And he was only met with good reports, though that failed to surprise

him. Lucius was the embodiment of perfection, though he would never

say as much without reason. Lucius already knew it.

His touches became a little rougher, pressing harder, tugging more
unmarked abdomen. Any marks Severus bestowed on Lucius he removed

afterwards.

He didn\'t feel the need to brand Lucius as his own, even if Lucius

would let him do such a thing. If he was to mark Lucius, let him mark

his mind, let his name be scarred across his memory, not his chest.

Such things as marking were seen as insecurity by Severus, and

insecurity was something that he would not allow himself to show.

That was weakness.

But now, as he bared his teeth slightly, he wondered. Wondered what

it would be like to burn his name into that pale skin, so innocent of

brutal, fiery brands. Powerful the feeling may have been, he settled

for sinking his teeth into the base of Lucius\' pale throat, plunging

teeth in far enough, hard enough to break the pale skin. No words

were given as Severus had little use for such things.

Fingers turned from pressing to scratching, leaving five blood red

trails down both of Lucius\' inner thighs.

The Snape family was largely in disrepair and unknown now to be

respectable classes, though there was a power that lay with money

there. If the name was to remembered for anything, it was for

bloodsports. Severus hadn\'t inherited the innate interest in animals,

and only had a slight interest in watching beasts ripping each other

to shreds, senselessly enraged. But his heritage emerged here and

now, as blood welled from the wound in Lucius\' neck and Severus

sucked at it, almost vampire like in his movements. The blood was

pure and potent, divine to his tastes.

He removed his teeth from Lucius\' shoulder and looked at him. Blood,

Lucius\' own, pure blood was around his mouth, dribbling slowly from

his half parted lips, as though it was his own mouth that was

bleeding.

His tongue darted out and licked it away before it could escape, and

a languid smirk took form on his mouth. "Now you\'ve been bitten by a

Snape denied orgasm. How do you feel?" he probed, his nails sinking

into the skin beneath them, the flat stomach, the belly of the beast.

The touches led Lucius to believe that Severus would make him wait

for it just as he had forced Severus into waiting. His clothes were

taken off and he felt the slight chill of the air against his skin.

As much as he hated the sun, he despised coldness even more so. But

when Severus started touching him, all thoughts of discomfort left

his mind. There was nothing but the feel of the man\'s hands on him,

toying with him, playing with him as though his body were nothing but

Severus\' plaything.

Which, as Lucius would be tempted to say, was what it currently was.

Just as Severus had allowed him free reign with his own body, so had

Lucius allowed Severus the freedom to explore. To be touched in such

an intimate manner was a privilege granted only to a few and Severus

had respected the Malfoy\'s strange little quirks.

His hair for one. The fact that he did not like to leave scathed up

was another. Lucius didn\'t mind the man\'s nails digging into him, his

teeth biting through his skin, or the glorious pain of being ripped

open from the inside out. He did mind having any marks afterwards,

believing that without a mark to taint him, he was still wholly pure.

Visual inspection counted for quite a lot and Lucius had no desire to

pose in front of a mirror with a chameleon\'s body.

With all the etiquette that came with gay sex, there was still the

added etiquette that came with Malfoy sex. Severus had respected it,

had obeyed, and had been rewarded for his troubles. As such, Lucius

granted him more liberties than he would any other and the image of

Severus was firmly entrenched in his mind, his body able to respond

just by thinking of what the other boy could do with his tongue.

A sharp hiss escaped the Malfoy when he felt Severus sink his teeth

into his neck. He could not resist arching himself up towards those

teeth, sharp enough to cut neatly into skin without much pressure.

Severus had done this at several other times and Lucius didn\'t think

that much about it, save for the incredible feeling he received

whenever he found himself utterly helpless by the intimacy of being

pinned down by Severus.

Ah, but it was more than that. Lucius knew that Severus was helping

himself to his blood and he knew that it was in his best interests

not to say anything against it. Severus was one of the few he allowed

to spill his own blood, to cut into his skin and take what he wanted.

There was an importance in there, Lucius knew. Only he could not

figure it out.

The rapture of being bitten, of being hurt was heavily upon him. The

act of this cutting seemed far above the mere slitting of his arms

with a dagger. All the same, it wasn\'t enough to leave him utterly

yielding and helpless to his own desires. There was nothing that

released the repressed feelings he had been dealing with before.

There was only Severus and his all too sharp teeth.

Too soon, way too soon, Lucius felt Severus pull away from him. How

did he feel? Dazed. Heady. Needing. All too horny to be classified as

a good thing. "Fucking heavenly." His arms went around Severus\' neck,

his eyes only open halfway, looking at Severus\' own dark ones with an

expression of pure lust. "Want you. Now."

"Mm... And what\'s saying I won\'t force you to wait, just as you so

cruelly made me?" The fact that he was fucking half crazed with

desire as it was. The look, that look of lust in Lucius\' eyes was

flattering and empowering. It was he, Severus, who Lucius wanted, had

been for how long now? Since fifth year. And that was a hell of a

long time, all things considered. There were plenty that Lucius could

pick and choose from and Severus was under no illusions as to his own

physical attributes. His nose was too large, his hair too long, his

eyes too soft, his features too harsh, his figure... He wouldn\'t call

it effeminate, but *apparently* it was. But that was just Lucius\'

opinion and he could hardly talk.

To gather profanities from the eloquently spoken Malfoy was a small

victory. In their earlier years Severus had taken to coarse language

in sex for the pretty blush that Lucius tended to make when given

plain speech. Plain and crude. The effect had lessened over time, but

Severus still used it, liking how Lucius chose to react.

He could still taste the blood in his mouth and leant over, lapping

some more out of the open wound before abandoning it for finished.

Instead, he pressed his fingers lengthwise along the wound, soaking

them in the red blood before it had chance to clot.

Covering them completeSeveSeverus brought them away dripping,

resisting the urge to suck the blood off them himself. Instead he

pushed Lucius\' legs apart, exposing him, just so.

"I am going to give you carpet burns before the end of this," he

commented idly as he slipped a finger into the hole, the deliciously

tight hole. He ran the fingef hif his free hand over the fur of the

carpet and then trailed them onto Lucius, feeding his skin feather

light touches that could change at any time.

He slipped the second finger in.

The blood wouldn\'t last long as a lubricant, but that was alright.

Severus didn\'t intend to let Lucius get off on his fingers. The third

digit, this time dry, squeezed in, wriggling, clenching, stretching.

Scratching. Perhaps it was because he had been denied the wish of

cumming into Lucius\' hot mouth that Severus slid his forth finger in,

feeling the muscles protesting at the invasion.

Four in.

Temptation was too much to resist.

"You know what happens to naughty little boys?" Severus asked, a

slash of sadism in his voice that gave way to teasing.

"They get a fist up their arse." And with that warning alone, Severus

employed all the worming he was capable off, and half squeezed, half

slammed his knuckles through the tight ring of muscles, not much

caring for safety. Lucius would regret sitting down any time soon,

that was for sure.

Lucius had nearly laughed at the question. Looking at Severus\' eyes

now, he knew that the wait wouldn\'t take but any longer for Severus

to prepare himself. Lucius was the one with the driving urge for sex

but once Severus got going, there was no end to it. And the man could

be dightight vicious when he wasn\'t catered to. That and Severus\'

obvious need must have been so intense, it was paining him.

Good. Lucius wanted his lover to feel agony only because he knew that

Severus would inflict it upon himself. Such was the price of any

ministrations Lucius gave to him. And just as Severus wouldn\'t be

denied, nor would Lucius. If the man chose to wait, the Malfoy had a

few more tricks up his sleeve to ensure his own satisfaction.

As it was, he didn\'t need to use anything more than his own features

as Severus seemed more than responsive to them. The other boy leaned

close and lapped once again at the wound before moving his fingers to

the blood. Oh, hell. Lucius\' hands gripped the rug underneath him. He

was using blood as lubricant. Blood, like spit, worked well the first

few thrusts. And then it dried up and it was as though there was

nothing there at all, creating a burning friction for both parties.

He knew Severus knew better than that, but it would be a futile

attempt to reason with him right now. Added to that was Lucius\' own

perverse need for pain that he couldn\'t repress no matter how hard he

tried. He prayed that Severus would give his cock a very liberal

coating of blood and would know to stop once the burning got to be

too much.

As it was, it wasn\'t Severus\' erection that he had to worry about. He

felt one finger enter him and stopped himself from bucking up against

it, wanting to impale himself on just that one digit. It had been too

long, was his only coherent thought. Far too long. He suspected that

Severus knew this as well, which was why he intended to stretch him

instead of just plunging on in. Severus\' other hand, which had been

sliding upon the carpet, was now touching Lucius\' leg and each little

touch brought forth a spark of static electricity.

Not enough to jolt Lucius out of his blissful stage, but enough to be

felt. When the second finger entered, he forced himself to relax, his

muscles steadily conforming to the size and shape of the invaders. He

could, just as easily, clench himself to be tight enough to stop

their movements, but doing so would only stand in the way of progress

and Lucius had no desire to do that.

The third finger brought with a most delightful feeling of pain. Not

just because it was dry, but because of the sharp nail that scratched

against his inner walls and made him nearly arch up with the

scratches it made. He hoped he would bleed. It sometimes disappointed

him when he did not. And then the fourth finger entered and Lucius

started to get just a bit worried.

Severus didn\'t normally use four fingers. He normally useo,
decided that it was enough, and then started pushing his way inside.

Not four. Never four. Not unless..oh, bloody hell, he wasn\'t.

Naughty. Little. Boys.

Bloody hell, he was! "Sev.." A slight pang of worry in that voice.

Well, he had wanted pain and he knew that Severus was a bitch when

pissed off. Sometimes we bring our hardships on ourselves a little

voice told him. His nails dug into the rug, his heels grinding

against the softness, his legs squeezing Severus\' middle body.

It was all to no avail as Severus shoved his fist up into him and

Lucius\' scream could be heard throughout Knockturn. He was writhing

at that point, his body howling in pain, his arse throbbing, and his

scream getting choked off rather abruptly as his eyes watched the

sky, wide and unseeing. A haze of agony ripped through him and he

knew, he damn well knew, that he would not be sitting properly for a

good long while.

"You..bitch," was all he could get out at that point and even those

words sounded strangled. Yet, for some ungodly known reason, his legs

squeezed Severus tighter, his inner muscles trying to relax to

accommodate the shape and largeness of Severus\' hand, and he moved

his body downwards, trying to push it up further.

Severus laughed. Or at least, chuckled. A low, dangerous chuckle

derived of a dark amusement.

"Oh, but look at you, Lucius," he replied to the insult. The scream..

oh, the scream, how it had ripped through the cool fabric of the air,

slitting the silky silence as though it was nothing.

He was beautiful, beautiful and delightful. Despite harsh words,

Lucius\' body still responded positively to his invading fist. Just as

Severus knew it would. The pang of worry in Lucius\' voice before had

been angelically wondrous. Gorgeous.

Here was to hoping he could actually get his fist out again. It was

feeling pretty trapped.

To make up for his outrageously cruel actions, he wriggled down,

lowering his face to take in Lucius\' member, engulfing it whole

before swallowing it back in his throat.

He sucked gently to provide distraction as he started worming his

hand back out of the now not-quite-as-tight hole.

It was awkward work and after a few moments wriggling and angling,

Severus\' patience gave, and he moved his position slightly to pin

Lucius\' legs under his own, kneeling on them and pinning them down.

And then? He yanked his hand out harshly, jerking it out without any

ceremony at all. As he did so, he gave Lucius a particularly hard

suck, rubbing his tongue up against the sensitive underside.

With his hand gone, he had no need to suck at Lucius in such a

manner. He sat back and smirked insufferably down at his lover.

No, Lucius would definitely not be sitting for a good long while. Not

without the exquisite pain that would race down his spine whenever he

tried. Not without the slight flush brought to his face as he

remembered each little detail of what was happening with Severus and

himself at this time. He couldn\'t breathe when Severus moved his hand

just a bit and found himself needing to gasp to draw in air.

Everything felt so very intense, his body awash with sensation, his

arse being broken into and plundered by the bastard\'s hand. He

supposed he should be grateful that Severus had warned him before he

did the act, but the warning had come, what, five seconds before?

Hardly good enough for any sort of preparation.

And then Severus\' mouth was upon his arching arousal, taking it into

his warm, wet mouth and sucking upon it quickly. No teasing involved,

just sucking. Just pure delightful sucking that Lucius could lose

himself in if given half the chance. He wasn\'t given the chance,

though, because Severus suddenly decided that he no longer wanted his

hand up the Malfoy\'s arse.

Lucius couldn\'t imagine why. If the bastard had worked so hard in

getting it up there, no reason to take it out so

quickly. "Ow..ow..OW!" Goddamn, but this hurt! Although the sucking

was nice. Very pleasant. Very contradicting to the excruciating agony

as Severus got the angle all WRONG and could not bloody pull his hand

out that way because THAT way hurt like hell!

"Ow, fucking hell, Severus!" Profanity was warranted, Lucius felt. It

wasn\'t often he had some git getting his hand stuck up him.

Definitely warranted as he felt himself being pulled apart. Not

ripped, pulled. "For fuck\'s sake, if you were going to stick your

hand up there, you could have, at least, known how to get it out

beforehand!" No pun intended.

The sucking was still very nice and for awhile, Lucius let himself be

pulled along with it, riding on the pleasure as it coursed through

him. Mainly because Severus had stopped fidgeting about inside him.

He should have been worried. He should have been very, very worried.

So he was unprepared as Severus yanked his hand out, taking with,

Lucius thought, all of his internal organs. His scream broke the

stillness again in Knockturn, ending as a low howl when the pleasure

cascaded over him due to Severus\' mouth. Through dazed and pain-

filled eyes he regarded that sonofabitch he called his lover. "No

more quickies. I don\'t think I can handle them." His voice was a bit

higher-pitched than he would have liked. "You bastard."

"Oh, but you simply adore quickies, Lucius," Severus answered, a

wicked grin on his face. "And just think. If I can do this in such a

short time, who knows what I could achieve in an hour?"

Severus was quite sure Lucius did not want to know what he could

achieve in an hour. But Severus felt quite satisfied with himself. He

had had absolutely no idea that he could fit his hand up Lucius\' arse

before.

Apparently he could, and apparently Lucius would cut his hands off

before he could ever attempt to do such a thing again. Ah well.

He resolved that he should be a little kinder to his lover now, not

that that was hard. He wondered briefly if the others had heard

Lucius\' earth-shatteringly loud screams and hoped to hell they

hadn\'t. He thought of Lucius excusing himself from sitting and was

nearly pushed into distraction.

His erection, however, was not allowing that, and he felt it was time

he paid himself some attention.

This could be a life endangering occupation.

He reached for his wand and cleaned his hand off, being of a

practical nature. Beyond that, he lubed himself up, covering himself

thickly in the viscous stuff that would suffice enough for the quick

fuck that Lucius had requested.

Severus was half willing to bet his wand that Lucius regretted that

now. He smirked to himself and dropped his wand, positioning himself

between Lucius\' legs once again.

"I can only hope I didn\'t stretch you too much," he commented drily

before starting to push his way in. Lucius was still deliciously

tight and the intense closeness made Severus\' mind explode in colour

and reeling sensations. He damned near came right then.

His hand closed around Lucius\' erection, still wet from his mouth.

Fingers squeezed as he buried himself to the hilt, feeding his

longings and desires at last.

He looked into Lucius\' eyes and he saw that it was good. Lucius would

most likely not be pleased with him, but it had been an experiment.

These things happen. He started thrusting into Lucius, holding back

his own climax, letting it build once more within the pit of his

stomach.

As he thrust, he started stroking Lucius, keeping the two movements

in perfect sync with each other.

A moan betrayed the pleasure he was deriving from the experience, his

eyes clouded with lust. Gods, but Lucius was beautiful. Beautiful.

An hour. Lucius would have his head if he tried this again, let alone

his hands. His arse bloody hurt, goddammit! More so than when he had

first been taken. He knew he was bleeding, how in hell could he not

be?, and he knew that there would be a very big show when next he had

to use the bathroom. He preferred not to think about that right now.

Or ever. The bastard would pay.

"If given an hour, I would spend the time with my head between your

legs, making damn sure that you didn\'t cum until I was good and

ready. Which would be sometime the next day." Oh hell, he hurt. "Hope

you\'re satisfied now, you sadistic bastard." The insult lacked any

meaning behind it. Lucius always knew that Severus was a sadistic

bastard just as Severus knew the same.

The problem was that Severus still wasn\'t satisfied. Neither erection

had been taken care of just yet, only added on to throughout the

excursion. Lucius could have screamed, knowing what would come next.

He was never allowed any peace. The bastard was going to impale him

right after he took his fist out of him. Just his luck, he supposed.

And dammit, even if told off, Severus would just say that he had it

coming.

And he\'d be lying if he said he wouldn\'t enjoy it. True, he didn\'t

mind the complacency, the gentleness that came between them during

one of their longer lovemaking sessions, but the quick fucks were

used more often than not since one did have to rush between classes

and a skipped meal. Lucius had gotten used to them quickly, as had

Severus since both were under the general impression that if one was

ready, the other had to be as well.

He smelled the familiar scent of lubricant and could have wept in

relief. "Least you aren\'t forgetting that, you miserable git." Terms

of affection from one whose arse was still pounding. Lucius repressed

the urge to shiver as he felt Severus\' head come into contact with

his sorely abused opening. "If you did stretch it, it\'s your own damn

fault," he bit back.

At least the invasion wasn\'t so bad. But then, of course it wouldn\'t

be after a hand had been up there. In comparison, Severus felt

wonderfully normal inside him, as though that was where he was meant

to be. Lucius did not put up a fight like he normally would, he did

not toy with Severus, did not make him work to be inside the Malfoy.

He knew that Severus liked it when he struggled, but right now, he

couldn\'t summon the energy to do so.

Especially not when Severus looked so damn good atop him, his slender

body moving slowly and then more quickly as he thrusted. From his

position, Lucius could see every muscle in the man\'s chest, his hip

bones, his face, his shoulders, and he adored the sight more than

he\'d ever care to admit. His head tilted back as his hands went up to

stroke against Severus\' chest, feeling the muscles ripple underneath

his fingertips.

He felt power underneath his hands. The movement of the body, the

strength that rested within the creature burrowing itself into him.

More than that, though, he felt beautiful. So very beautiful as

Severus looked down at him, as he grabbed onto his own erection and

stroked. Lucius\' pride built quickly, his ego running rampant

throughout the streets, eating children, and knocking over buildings.

There was nothing finer than being fucked and found to be

irresistible by the one you\'re with. Lucius knew this lesson very

well. He knew that he had Severus\' love. More than that, he knew that

he had Severus\' devotion. His beauty melded with Severus\' own and

Lucius could not find his lover wanting in any way. He thrusted his

hips upwards to match Severus\' pace.

His hands brushed against Severus\' nipples, his nails scratching

downwards lightly, not enough to hurt, but enough to please. Pain

wasn\'t on the Malfoy\'s mind anymore.

Severus\' memory was not willing to linger on the thoughts of earlier

and later as his pace became rather more heated. He had been toyed

with, he had been tormented, he had had his revenge and now he was

steadily building up to something that promised to be one of the most

intense orgasms of all time. His breath was rapidly becoming uneven

and he knew that if he looked, he would see the blood leaking out of

Lucius. He could smell it mingling with the lubricant and the blood

from Lucius\' neck.

Lucius responded and Severus was glad. The intensifying feeling

brought a harsh gasp for air from his mouth, nails scraping on his

skin lightly, brushing nipples, and oh..

Coherent thought died, shriveled and curled up, hiding itself away in

a corner. Lucius was perfect, the perfect contrast for his own self.

They fitted together, worked together, and who the hell else would

let him shove his hand up their arse out of pure interest? For that

matter, who would want to shove their hand up someone\'s arse? They

were complimentary in their own slightly twisted ways, and Severus

adored that above all else.

"You\'re.. so.. beautiful," he panted between thrusts, clinging

unconsciously to the body that responded with powerful pelvic

thrusts. What was life without this? Oh, but Lucius was of a unique

breed. He was the kind of man that people like Severus could only

dream to attain - but Severus had reached his dream. Claimed it.

And, gods, he wasn\'t letting him go. Hands clamped onto Lucius\'

shoulders tightly, and Severus called his lover\'s name like a curse

as he came at last, hard inside the stretched space, filling him.

"Fuck.. Lucifer.. beautiful.."

Lucius felt his body being pinned down and instinctively wriggled

against it, trying to claw his way to freedom via using his nails

against the soft skin of Severus\' chest. He left nine trail marks

that started from the man\'s collarbone to his lower stomach, a sort

of response to the marks that Severus had dug on his thighs earlier.

Lucius had never felt so utterly elated right before the moment of

release.

Everything that had come before had been a steady build up of emotion

and action, his body parched and left begging for more. Lucius could

not explain it nor understand it but attributed it to Severus knowing

his body damn well. Well enough to leave the Malfoy panting with

sheer exertion as he lost control of his own self. He would not beg

nor cry nor scream. What he spoke consisted of a string of words that

not even he could decipher.

Something about fucking. That was all. Something about love,

something about how he had missed this, something about going harder,

something about going deeper. He couldn\'t make sense of it, didn\'t

care to. All he could feel was the rhythm that Severus had created as

soon as the man had penetrated into him. The sheer bliss of Severus\'

cock rubbing against his prostate was enough to render him into

unintelligible gibberish but it was the knowledge that he had become

so inarticulate that made him lose control.

Everything built upon another and Lucius was soon grasping onto his

lover, his nails going deeper into the man\'s skin, drawing blood, his

tongue rubbing against Severus\' neck, tasting sweat. Everything was

just a senseless blur of colours and sensation until he finally felt

Severus cum hard into him, bringing with it a sense of fulfillment.

It wasn\'t until Lucius orgasmed almost right after him that he felt

the completion of the act.

He could not move or think for a good few minutes afterwards. It was

only then that he realized that he had lifted his torso up just a bit

to wrap his arms around the neck of his lover in a loose embrace and

had clawed up his back while doing so. His forehead rested on

Severus\' shoulder, the need to lay down so he could compose himself

was immense but he wanted this contact. He needed this contact.

Severus was left empty and panting after climax was finally reached.

The build up had been huge and the result had been mind blowing. And

now Lucius\' sweaty forehead rested on his equally sweaty shoulder,

arms around him. He could smell the tinge of his own blood in the

air, though he had no recollection of it being spilt. The past

moments had become a blur, a haze in which all he could recall was

bliss. Sweet, sweet euphoria that left his mind empty. Empty, and yet

filled with satisfaction, with contentment. With Lucius in his arms

like this, he felt complete. The letter in the pocket of his robes

came to mind and he smiled. What more could he want? He had a lover

who he adored, who adored him, he had a Mastership in the making and

he had a meal waiting back at the diner.

Severus didn\'t pull himself out of Lucius, liking the feeling of

completeness that he got when buried so deep within the Malfoy.

Instead, he held Lucius close and pulled them both back gently so

Lucius was straddled on top of him and he was lying underneath.

Content. Warm. Loved. The contact was more than Severus would allow

anyone else, even Darla. This was close, intimate, this was what it

was to be so close that it was hard to distinguish between the two

bodies. They merged, mingled, absorbed each other and became one.

Beautiful.

Severus kissed Lucius\' shoulder, tasting the sweat. His kisses, soft,

sweet, almost chaste, moved up until reaching the wound he had caused

in his lover\'s neck earlier. The blood was congealing now, not having

a chance to before as Lucius moved his head.

His hand moved to reach for his wand, having to stretch to have his

fingers close around the instrument. He brought the blackened wood up

to Lucius\' throat and healed him easily, murmuring the necessary

charms, watching the skin return to pale perfection. Severus kissed

the mended skin and rested his head on the healed shoulder.

"Love you," he murmured quietly into the blond\'s ear, dropping his

wand to run his fingers through Lucius\' long hair. A few tangles had

caught in the silken strands and Severus untied them with care, bebr>
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careful not to snag the strands, not wishing to cause Lucius\' perfect

visage any mutilation.

"To pieces," he added in a hushed murmur that perhaps spoke more in

tone than it did in words. He adored Lucius like this. Adored.

The turnover was quite nice, Lucius decided as he pressed his body

against Severus\', relaxing on him as though the man were a

comfortable bed. He would be content to linger here, in just this
he found that he loved Severus as much as he was capable of loving

another being. He had fallen a long time ago, without his consent,

and had yet to recover.

Severus was his exact opposite and Lucius kept him around not just

because he was useful, but because he was a pragmatist at best. While

Lucius could normally see the larger picture of a scenario, it was

Severus whoe sue sure he didn\'t act too quickly or too rashly.

Severus restrained him, kept him in check and for that, Lucius was

mostly grateful. There were times when the Malfoy felt like taking

his anger out on his lover but Severus could easily repel the wrath

of the blond.

Lucius did not want Severus as an enemy. The man knew him far too

well to be healthy. He would, naturally, be wary of having him as a

friend or a lover, but Severus had proven himself time and time again

without even trying. Secrets were safe with him. And so long as

Lucius held Severus\' adoration, the dark-haired man wouldn\'t turn

away from him. Lucius knew this and, surprisingly, didn\'t exploit it

as often as his nature demanded.

They watched out for each other more than anyone else did. They

genuinely cared. Lucius had two years tt ovt over feeling in such a

way, declaring any kindness as a weakness, and love as the ultimate

fall one could take. This year, he didn\'t much care to dwell on

strengths and weaknesses, only ambitions and goals. Right now, his

goal consisted of keeping Severus close to him.

The wand on his neck didn\'t make him flinch as it normally would

simply because of who was holding it. He felt the skin close up and

the blood vanish. He would wait until Severus pulled out of him for a

cleaning spell. For now, they just rested against each other, both

sticky and sweaty. "Love you too," he murmured lazily and then, with

that delightful hand in his hair, he purred, the guttural sound

coming out of his throat. To most others, it sounded like a buzzing.

But he knew that Severus liked it for some strange reason.

That noise. The buzz, the purr. Startled though he was first time he

heard it, Severus had grown to find an affection for these. se. It

was reassuring. He had reached him, touched something that set off

the guttural noise. He adored it, didn\'t want anyone else to hear it.

It was his noise. Something he cherished, something he loved.

"Love that as well," he said, bringing a little more animation into
have happened when they were gone. A little song, a little dance, a

lot of bloodshed most likely.

Or they could have all sat down and eaten like civilized adults-to-

be. Somehow, that stretched Severus\' imagination a little.

He stirred underneath Lucius, his hand stopping its work in his hair,

resting on the back of the man\'s head lightly.

"We should go back," he said, voicing his thoughts with reluctance.
did didn\'t want to go back. Although watching Lucius try to sit down

would be worth it. He smirked into his lover\'s shoulder and trailed

his hand lightly down his spine.

He could now safely say that he was starved.

"I suppose we should." Though Lucius really didn\'t want to. He didn\'t

care to move from this position and going back to the table would

mean sitting down in the booth and he knew he would be anything but

comfort the then. But far be it from him to deprive Severus of

eating, let alone sticking Walden with the damn check.

The purring had ceased when Severus had stopped playing with his

hair. He felt his lover go soft within him and slowly pulled himself

upwards, freeing himself from the invader. "My arse hurts," he

complained, rolling off of Sev to lie on his back. He accioed his

wand to his hand and performed the obligatory cleaning spell. Sex was

never clean with them. Too much blood, too much ejaculate.

There would have be few few bones to heal had they been allowed any

more time. Lucius tried sitting up as a quick experiment and winced

as the jolt of agony crawled up his spine. He moved to his knees and

leaned his head down, planting a kiss on Severus\' lips. "At least I

brought you pleasure when I was irritating you," he muttered as his

hand went for his trousers.

"Mm," Severus answered, rather wanting the kiss to last a moment

longer.

"You know well enough how to pleasure me, Lucius," he replied as

Lucius reached for his trousers. He sighed softly, picking up his own

wand again. The cleaning spell came and went and he too started

retrieving clothing. Fortunately he did not have to make war with

missing buttons this time and the agony of his previous wait was

rewarded. It wasn\'t so long before they were once again, clothed and

respectable. A quick spell on his hair ensured that it wasn\'t too

much of a mess, and another spell lifted the wards off the alleyway.

"Happy?" he inquired lightly.

A sarcastic answer floated about in Lucius\' mind, but he just smiled

at the other man as he took the ponytail holder out of his hair. "I\'m

happy." As happy as he couldr ger get at any rate. "Dare I ask about

you?" Moving his fingers through his hair, he made sure there weren\'t

any tangles in it before retying it up. Conjuring up a mirror, he

checked his reflection. Clothes were unwrinkled, hair was in place,

though slightly mussed since he lacked a brush and didn\'t feel like

conjuring one up.

All in all, he was still perfect. A quick spell eliminated the scbr>
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of sex that always tended to linger and another spell removed the rug

and the posters from the alleyway. Placing an arm about Severus\'

waist, Lucius kissed the now clothed shoulder of his lover. "Feel

free to apparate us back. And if you laugh at me as I wiggle about in

the damn seat, I will kill you."

"You do seem intent on making me perform huge feats of self control

today, don\'t you?" Severus jeered faintly. "And I am reasonably

happy." Bollocks. He was very happy. As happy as he ever was, at any

rate, and the smirk that lingered on his mouth for a fleeting moment

belied that fact.

"Can I suggest a numbing spell?" That would dull the pain at any

rate. It would also mean that if Lucius stood up without warning, he

would most likely fall over again. These things happen when one can\'t

feel one\'s legs.

Severus pulled Lucius in a little closer, winding his arms around the

slender figure before disapparating them back onto the balcony of

Dinah\'s Diner. He didn\'t bother looking around at the other members

of the party as he slowly unwound his arms.

He did wonder if they had heard Lucius scream.

A numbing spell would be helpful but Lucius was more accustomed to

doing things quickly. Such as getting up. And walking. And just plain

movinorgeorgetting he had a spell on him would be utterly

embarrassing and quite beneath him. He wasn\'t about to risk such

humiliation and so he shook his head, declining the offer. Though it

was kind of Severus to suggest something like that. One would think

Severus would want to see him struggle, and wiggle, as he sat.

Pocketing his own wand, he gave Severus a grin once they had appeared

back on the balcony. He released his hold around Severus\' waist and,

knowing that the man would be eager to get to his food, slid back

into the balcony, and took his seat.

And winced. The damn booth wasn\'t as soft as it appeared to be, far

from it. Or maybe it was just him. The blood had been cleaned off,

but whatever had torn inside him remained torn and would heal on its

own time. For now, he had to suffer through it. He made a mental note

not to purchase Severus any rings anytime soon.

Disclaimer: Rowling owns all. I only play in her playground.