The Cross of Changes.

Lucius clasped the handle to his bedroom door, turned it and pushed the door open. He stood back and gestured for Severus to walk into his room, which Severus did quietly. Lucius followed him in and turned around to close the door behind him with a definitive click. He then turned back around and watched Severus walk to the centre of the bedroom.

Severus took in the sight of everything around him. To Severus\' left was the bed, where Narcissa and Lucius slept every night. To Severus\' right was a curio with a vintage turntable atop it, a vinyl record mounted on the turntable with the brass needle upturned. Slowly, Severus scanned the room, noted the entrance to the en suite, the walk in robe and the giant bay window. Slowly, Severus turned on his heel as he took it all in, until he faced Lucius. The professor clasped his hands in front of him. “I am here at your service, Master,” he said quietly.

Lucius smirked and began to stroll towards Severus. “Yes, pet. You are.” He was now standing directly in front of Severus and grinned at the man, a twinkle in his eye. “I am very pleased about that, pet.” Lucius raised his hand and moved it to Severus\' hair, brushed the black tresses from his shoulder and tucked them behind his ear. “Very pleased, indeed,” Lucius added softly.

Severus gulped and forced a small smile to his lips. “What would you like me to do for you, Master?” he asked just as softly. He loved the way Lucius brushed his tresses from his face. He wanted to take that hand in his and press it to his lips.

“Oh, I have something special for you to do for me today, pet,” Lucius crooned and placed his hand on Severus\' shoulder and squeezed it firmly. “Something very special.”

Severus gulped audibly and nodded. “I see,” he replied. “And what is that, Master?”

Lucius widened his grin. He reached his other hand to Severus\' cheek and brushed his fingers across it tenderly. “I want you to have a shower. I want you to then use my wife\'s make up in the bathroom-” He removed his hand from Severus\' cheek and gestured towards the en suite; “-and do your face up. Nicely. Take care in what you do. If you come out with a trashy look, I will make you wash it off and do it again.”

Severus visibly paled but nodded silently.

“Then, once that is done, I want you to go into my robe-” Lucius then gestured to the walk in robe; “-and, to the left, you will see all of Narcissa\'s clothing. There is a door way that leads to the robe from the bathroom. Choose what you like. But I want the outfit to be complete, with jewellery, hosiery, underwear, bra, shoes. Am I clear, Severus?”

Severus nodded again, licking his lips nervously. “Yes, Master,” he whispered as he knitted his dark brows together anxiously.

Lucius smiled and gestured to the bathroom once again. “Off you go, then. I shall be waiting here for you.” Lucius pointed to the bed, then ushered Severus off.

Quietly, Severus walked to the bathroom. His thin shoulders were hunched slightly; he felt very nervous. Severus glanced back at Lucius, who was now seated on the edge of the bed, watching Severus retreat to the en suite. Severus then faced back to the door and quietly stepped over the threshold of the bathroom and closed the door behind him.

The bathroom was very big, with a giant tub, a very large shower cubicle encased in clear glass, an elaborate vanity with a huge mirror and a plush stool in front of it. Glancing around, a trifle awestruck, Severus walked slowly towards the shower as he popped the buttons on his black tunic open. Silently, he undressed, turned the shower on and ran it until the water was hot and adjusted the temperature He then stepped in and closed the shower door behind him, and washed thoroughly, from head to toe.

Lucius, meanwhile, arose from the bed once Severus had closed the door behind him, and made his way to the walk in robe. Once in there, Lucius strode over to his side of the robe and rifled through his clothes hanging from the rack until he found his favourite tuxedo. Swiftly, he stripped from his clothes and dressed in the suit, then fitted his feet with expensive shoes. Moving over to the mirror in the robe, Lucius studied his handsome face closely and appraisingly and then swept his long platinum blond hair back and tied it with a single black ribbon. Once he was dressed, Lucius retreated back into the bedchamber, sat back down on the edge of the bed and waited for Severus.

By the time Lucius had returned to the bed, Severus had finished his shower and had dried himself. He sat on the stool in front of the mirror and surveyed the array of make up that was spread out on the surface. Tentatively, he reached for the foundation and clumsily applied it with a small cosmetic sponge over his sallow skin. He smeared it from his chin to his hairline and made sure to cover his dark circles under his eyes, trying to make it spread as evenly as possible. Once that was done, he then set about lining his eyes with eye liner, then green eye shadow, then mascara. He felt so foolish, but he was to do as his Master told him. At last, he added rouge, then outlined his lips and coloured them with a deep red. He was finished. Now, he had to choose clothes.

After brushing his hair, Severus stood and then timidly walked to the door that lead to the walk in robe and stared at the vast array of clothing. Panic rose in his chest as he realised what he was doing. He took in a deep breath and pushed the panic back down and then made his way to the rack of clothes. He began to shift through them and felt even more foolish than ever.

After he selected a green strapless cocktail dress, Severus then set about finding knickers, bra and hosiery. Once he had, he slipped them all on, the bra being the most difficult as he fiddled with the buckle, then pulled the dress on. It was a very tight fit, and gave his shapeless form no shape at all. He slipped on some black high heeled shoes and then made his way to the dresser. He surveyed the selection of jewellery before he chose a diamond necklace, clipped it on with difficulty and slid on a diamond bracelet. He found clip-on diamond earrings and snapped them on to his ear lobes.

The jewellery fitted, Severus then walked to the mirror and studied himself. God, he looked hideous. He looked ridiculous. Severus found himself cringing at his own appearance. He did not want to venture out of the robe at all. What if Lucius laughed? What if he made fun of him? The dress looked stupid, and his heavily made up face made his massive nose look bigger and made his beady vulture-like eyes appear smaller. He looked, simply put, like a tramp. What the fuck was he doing?

He heaved a deep sigh, however, and closed his eyes briefly before he turned to the door that led out to the bedroom and opened it. Nervously, he stepped out into the bedroom with his head bowed. He did not want to look at Lucius for fear of being ridiculed. He was terrified that he would meet the man’s eyes and see nothing but scorn or mockery. Silently, he hobbled awkwardly and slowly on his heels from the robe over to Lucius and stood in front of him. His head remained downcast so that his black hair fell about his face and obscured it from Lucius’ view. “Master,” he greeted in a very coy, scared voice and crossed his arms over his middle as if to hide himself and his clothing from Lucius.

“Severus,” Lucius replied silkily as he stood up from the bed. He placed a hand underneath Severus\' chin, his palm up turned, and tilted the man\'s face up to look at him. Once Severus was looking at Lucius, the blond smiled softly at him. “You look very nice, Severus.”

I do not, Severus wanted to retort. He knew he didn\'t. He looked bloody horrible. But he took the compliment nonetheless, and remained silent.

“I am very pleased, Severus. Very pleased, indeed.” Lucius recoiled his hand and stepped back from Severus to appraise the man\'s appearance. He looked from Severus’ face down to his shoes and smiled. “Very nice.” At that, Lucius rounded Severus and walked towards the turntable. He grasped the brass needle and lowered it gently to the record. A few hisses and scratches came from the vinyl as the turntable cranked into action and the needle met the record. After a short moment, mellow blues jazz oozed out of the brass amplifier.

Lucius turned back to Severus, who was still stood completely still with his hands drawn across his middle. Slowly, Lucius walked over to him, rounded the man, then drew his hand towards one of Severus\' and clutched it. “Dance with me,” Lucius softly requested.

Severus snapped his head up and stared in shock at Lucius. “But...” He wanted to say that he didn\'t dance, and never would. But, instead, he closed his mouth again, allowed Lucius to take his hand and uttered a rather sullen, “Yes, Master.”

Lucius drew Severus\' arm up to his neck, draped his arm around it and snaked his other arm around Severus\' waist to pull him close. Severus shuffled awkwardly on his heels and knitted his brows together more as he peered at Lucius in a nervous, almost scared, manner. It was hard being on those heels, let alone having to dance on them.

Lucius then coiled his other arm around Severus\' waist and pulled him even closer. He nudged his hips against Severus’ and slowly began to sway his hips in time with the music. “Relax, Severus,” he muttered softly. He moved his face in towards Severus\' and leaned his forehead against Severus\'. Slowly, he began to shift his feet slightly as he pivoted his hips against Severus\' and began to move his upper body as well.

Severus felt so uncomfortable. He wasn\'t sure what to make of what was happening. And he wasn\'t sure if he liked it or not. There was something incessantly wrong about what was happening, but there was also something exceptionally erotic about being in women\'s clothing, dancing with Lucius, his Master.

Silently, they shuffled about on the floor to the smoky blues music. Severus awkwardly moved as best as he could with Lucius. He tried to make his movements more fluid and shifted about with as much ease as he could with Lucius\' swaying hips. Like this, they danced, Lucius seemingly lost in a world of his own as Severus tottered about, almost waiting to lose his footing.

At last, after two songs had passed, Lucius pulled away from Severus and grinned at him slightly. “That was nice,” he muttered.

Severus fought with all his might to not make a sarcastic remark. He pressed his lips together and nodded silently.

“Dance for me, Severus.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

Severus studied Lucius\' icy blue eyes, unsure what to say. “Dance...for you,” he echoed uncertainly.

Lucius nodded. “Yes. Dance for me. Sensually. Touch yourself. Explore yourself. Be erotic.”

Severus swallowed thickly and licked his lips. No fucking way am I doing that, he thought in his mind scathingly. “Okay,” Severus managed in a tight voice. The panic began to rise in his throat again.

Lucius pulled his arms away from Severus\' neck and stepped away from him. Without a word, Lucius rounded him and made his way to the end of the bed and sat down on it. He placed his hands on his lap and glanced back at Severus, waiting for him to commence.

The thick lump of panic grew in Severus\' throat. He almost said no, that he wasn\'t going to do it. But, again, he chose not to. Instead, he carefully walked unsteadily on his heels to face Lucius and stared at him. The next song had begun - a sultry, smoky blues jazz tune - and he closed his painted eyes a moment, took a deep breath and then opened them again.

Tentatively, he drew a hand to his collarbone and brushed his fingers over the skin. He touched the diamond necklace that adorned his throat, while his other hand pressed against his thigh. He was unsure where to look, so he kept his eyes downcast as he stiffly rubbed his hand on his thigh. The silky material of the dress slid up and down his leg smoothly. Severus closed his eyes again, he tried to focus on the music. He frowned in concentration and slowly began to sway his hips from side to side jerkily. Severus stepped a foot out and dug the toe of his shoe into the carpet as he slowly began to run his hand from his collarbone down his chest to his stomach. He played his fingers over the material of the dress, while his other hand ran over his swaying hips. Feeling the motion of the music, he then moved his shoulders as he moved his hips. He focused on making the movements of his hands over his hip and stomach more defined as he explored his chest and his body.

A gasp from Lucius made Severus open his eyes, and he was momentarily stunned and halted in his tracks at the sight Lucius with the plackets of his trousers open and his erect prick protruding from within the parting of the pants. His noble, slender fingers were playing over the turgid length languidly and the blonde\'s eyes were misted over with lust as he watched Severus dance. “Keep going, Severus. Don\'t stop,” Lucius uttered in a soft, husky voice.

Clearing his throat, Severus cast his eyes away and took a deep breath, then continued what he was doing. He made his movements more sensual; he bent over to reach down to his knees and curled his fingers into the hem of his dress. Looking back up at Lucius, loving how the aristocrat was touching himself, Severus slowly drew the skirt of the dress up as he swayed his hips. He was beginning to feel more confident. He threw his head back and parted his lips as he raised the dress to his upper thighs and exposed the top of his sheer leggings and the black lace suspenders that were holding them in place, clipped to the panties that he was wearing. He stepped his left foot out to part his legs and lolled his head to the side slowly. His hair fell across his face and he looked at Lucius again through the curtain of thick hair. He boldly rolled his whole body in a sexy, undulating wave, raised the material of the dress higher and revealed the crotch of his panties.

“Ohh...Severus...” Lucius breathed. His eyes widened and his brows furrowed in concentration. He was so incredibly turned on by what he was watching and he plunged his hand up and down his length hard and fast, the tip oozing with precum.

Severus, too, was turned on by this point. The feel of the stockings on his legs and the way the dress brushed over his skin made him feel so sexy and sensual in a most peculiar way. And to see Lucius, his Master, touch himself in that way, so wantonly and desperately, made Severus all that more hard and eager to please Lucius further. Brazenly, Severus stepped his legs apart wider and rolled his hips in circular motions as he pulled the dress up further. He exposed the entirety of his groin and panties, threw his head back and let out a moan.

“Take it off,” Lucius croaked lustfully.

Severus snapped his head forward to look at Lucius in surprise, about to ask Lucius what he meant, then realised that the blond meant the dress. Why Severus blushed, he wasn\'t sure, but his face reddened under the cake of make up that shrouded his skin. He gripped the hem of the dress and drew it up slowly, while his hips continued to sway. He stretched up like a feline, his ribs showing through his pallid skin, drew the dress off his body and revealed the black lacy bra that he had affixed to his body. He then tossed the dress away from him and dropped his hands to his side to continue rubbing them up and down his thighs.

“Ohh...yes...” Lucius breathed. He whimpered as he thrust his hand over his cock harder and rocked his hips in time with his ministrations.

Smirking slightly, Severus placed his hands on his stomach and spread his fingers. He slid his hands across the expanse of skin, swayed his hips more, rolled them and circled them as he touched himself. He lolled his head back and snaked a hand up over the bra, over his chest, up to his exposed neck, and fondled it sensually. His other hand began to travel downwards to his crotch and he brushed his fingers over the wet spot where his precum had oozed out and sponged into the fabric. Severus then played his hands over his length and groaned at how hard he was. His cock was throbbing and pulsing at the softest of touch.

“Ohh, god,” Lucius crooned, his eyes wide at the way that Severus was teasing him. “Come here,” he ordered. He let go of his cock and abruptly pointed to the floor in front of him. “Now.”

Obediently, Severus made his way over to Lucius and stood before the man. Lucius sat forward and placed his hands on Severus\' hips, then looked up at Severus. “Keep dancing. I want to feel your body as you dance.”

Severus nodded slightly and then began to sway his hips again to the music. He looked down at Lucius as he moved his hands to place them atop of Lucius\'. He gripped them as he moved and swayed. He spread his legs wider, bent his knees, rolled his shoulders and his head backwards and exposed his neck.

“Ohh, god, yes,” Lucius breathed again, completely awestruck.
His face still upturned so that Lucius couldn\'t see him, Severus smirked and bit his lip, and then rolled his hips more. He let go of Lucius\' hands and raised his own, fingers spread, to his head and raked his fingers through his black tresses slowly as he arched his back and undulated his hips in front of Lucius.

Lucius slowly moved his hands up over Severus\' waist. He touched his bare skin and breathed shakily as he took in the sight of Severus dancing before him so sensually. He then swept his hands over the man\'s naked abdomen, then slid them around Severus back and pulled Severus in close. Lucius tilted his head up and leaned in to pressed his lips against Severus\' stomach.

Severus groaned and gasped softly at the warm touch. He lolled his head forward to look down at the blond head that was pressed against him, while he kept his hips moving about in time with the music. “Do you like seeing me dressed as a woman, Master?” Severus asked quietly. He lowered his hands to Lucius\' head and stroked the tied platinum hair softly.

“Ohh, yes,” Lucius breathed into Severus\' stomach.

“Does it turn you on to see me like this? Dancing? Touching myself?”

Without responding, Lucius pulled away from Severus\' stomach and gripped the elastic on the man\'s panties. He pulled the panties down from Severus’ hips and down his thighs to reveal Severus\' turgid length. Lucius then grasped Severus\' cock and angled it towards his face, extruded his tongue and swathed it over the head of Severus\' cock. He lapped up the smear of glistening precum that had oozed out of the slit of Severus’ prick.

“Ohh! God, Master!” Severus cried softly.

Groaning, Lucius parted his lips and drew the tip of Severus’ cock into his mouth. He suckled at it and took in more of the salty precum, and then sheathed the entirety of his cock into his mouth and suctioned his lips hard around Severus’ length.

Severus arched his spine and threw his head back. He moved his hands to curl his fingers underneath the contour of Lucius\' jaw and pulled the man\'s head closer to him. “Ohh, god!” he groaned again as he rocked his hips slightly against Lucius\' face, while Lucius began to plunge his mouth up and down the length of his prick. Severus curled his toes in his high heeled shoes and pivoted his hips forth. He clenched his buttocks as Lucius suckled harder his cock and increased the speed of his ministrations over the swollen length. “Master... Ohh, god, Master...”

Lucius, as he plunged his lips up and down Severus\' cock, moved his hand to his own hard length and kneaded it. He groaned loudly, the vibration of the groan causing Severus to gasp, and Lucius began to masturbate himself viciously. He slammed his hand up and down the length of his erection erratically. Lucius moaned as he increased the movements on Severus\' cock with his mouth and quickly matched the rhythm of his own manipulations on himself with his oral caresses on Severus\' prick.

“Master!” Severus cried out. He arched his back and neck more, his balls pulling up tightly, and he could feel his climax approaching fast. He gripped Lucius\' face more tightly and rocked harder as he began to peak. Panting loudly, his breath shallow and raspy, Severus felt his breath hitch in his throat as his insides quivered and his groin stiffened. He thrust his prick deep into Lucius’ mouth with a powerful roll of his hips as he came into Lucius\' mouth in hot, fierce spurts and cried out Lucius’ name loudly.

Lucius increased the speed of his hand on his cock and tensed, then groaned loudly as his own orgasm took over him. His slit pulsed as his cock spewed out wave after wave of tumescent sprays of cum over his hand. His brow was furrowed deeply and his body hot and sweaty with the force of his orgasm.

Severus rolled and thrust his hips with the incredible sensation of his release, until the last of his leavings were milked out. Lucius drank back each and every bit of Severus\' cum as it spattered out. He sucked at him until Severus could take no more and he pushed Lucius\' head away, stepped back, stumbling on his heels and almost losing his footing. “Master...” he began, trying to regain his composure, his face flushed and his forehead covered in a clear sheen of sweat.

Lucius licked his lips and finished the last of his orgasm, jerking his spent organ until it flopped fully, his leavings all over his hand, sleeve and pants. “Thank you, Severus,” he finally spoke in a breathless voice. He raised his clean hand to his mouth and wiped the back of it across his puffy lips. Quickly, he gained control of himself, composed himself and then added shortly, “You are dismissed.”

Severus quirked his brow at Lucius. That was it? Swallowing thickly, he opened his lips to protest, to ask what he was to do, and Lucius cut in, “Shower if you must, then go.”

Stunned at the sudden change in temperament, Severus stood there a moment, completely thrown off by what Lucius had just said. “I...I-”

“Go,” Lucius ordered sternly. “Do what you must, then leave. Quietly.” At that, Lucius flopped back on the bed, lay on his back and draped his arms over his middle and then closed his eyes.

Severus bristled at the way he was so quickly dismissed. He felt hurt. He wanted to speak to Lucius more, perhaps ask him why he had wanted all of that done, but the moment Lucius closed his eyes, Severus knew that he was well and truly dismissed.

Feeling thoroughly disappointed, Severus turned slowly and hobbled towards the bathroom, clad only in the bra, the knickers hanging around his thighs tightly. He walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. He would change and leave quietly, just as Lucius had instructed.