A Touch of Remorse

Title: A Touch of Remorse
Author: Anath de Malfoy
Pairing: Lucius/Severus
Summary: Severus Snape has second thoughts about becoming a Death Eater...
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: M/M slash, some angst, implied violence
Possible Spoilers: Books 1-4
Disclaimer: These characters and the profits that go with them belong to J.K. Rowling. I, however, get to oversee their sex lives!

He stared at it with a slow-dawning repulsion; the Dark Mark branded upon his sallow skin. A grim insignia of skull and snake that proclaimed him a Death Eater.

Severus Snape was fascinated by the awesome power of the Dark Arts, and the ideal of wizard purity had resonance for him, amplified by the need to impress the man he loved. But was the leader that Severus and his lover had sworn allegiance to, this Lord Voldemort, a megalomaniac half-blood with his vicious vendettas and icy red-eyed glare, in truth a worthy master to bow down before? And those rumours of the Death Eaters' wanton orgies and bloody, brutal killing sprees chilled Severus to the bone. He was prepared to offer loyalty to the cause, to defend his beliefs and his beloved with the sacrifice of his life if need be, but rampant slaughter, unbridled savagery, was where he drew the line.

His face twisted in loathing; feeling sickened to his stomach, Severus made up his mind to renounce Voldemort that very night, to leave for Hogwarts and seek Albus Dumbledore’s protection. But as he turned to stride from the balcony of Malfoy Manor where he was spending the night, he caught the scent of a musky, sensual cologne, felt flowing silver-blond hair brush against him, and burned exquisitely at the touch of the tender yet insistent lips that claimed his in a kiss.

The man whose love had compelled Snape to become a Death Eater stroked the outlines of the Dark Mark with slim, graceful white fingers, purring, "It suits you, Sev..."

"Lucius..." Severus moaned as his lover knelt before him, pulling aside layers of clothing to free Snape's trapped erection and deliciously caress it with a moist and wickedly talented tongue before engulfing it with the liquid heat of his mouth and throat. Severus felt his resolve begin to melt under the gentle yet relentless ministrations of Lucius Malfoy...

And after midnight, as Severus Snape lay naked and face down upon the ebony satin counterpane in Lucius' private bedchamber, wild with need and begging incoherently for Lucius' cock to fill him in place of the skilled and loving fingers that slicked Severus' opening with oil and stretched him wide, all traces of regret at joining Voldemort's followers were entirely forgotten.

~ Fin.