Do As Gentlemen Would

Title: Do As Gentlemen Would
Pairing: Severus/Lucius; talk of Lucius/Draco and Severus/Harry
Rating: Hard R
Disclaimer: All familiar characters and situations are Copyright by J. K. Rowling and Co.
Warning: Contains chan, bondage, incest, dubious consent
Notes: Pre-Ootp; the specific year can be as ambiguous as you like. A million thanks to my betas. Have a very Merry Smutmas. If anything\'s wrong with the story, just give the word, and I\'ll rewrite it.

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Lucius and Severus were gentlemen and therefore did all things in a gentlemanly manner. When Severus stopped by the mansion, they dined and talked calmly, decorously sipping their wine. They exchanged news and small smiles. Indeed, they even fucked most languorously. Lucius, being the more persuasive, had the honor of being on top while Severus seethed beneath him; that is, until Lucius put his beautiful hands to good use. Then Severus positively writhed upon the silken sheets.

The wind howled when the massive door of the Malfoy Mansion was opened to let a glowering Severus Snape inside. There was a light dusting of snow on his cloak and his face was twisted into a distasteful scowl. His trek up to the mansion had been quite unpleasant, the wind reaching right to his bones in its attempts to freeze him whole.

Lucius stepped forward to greet Severus. Sinuously, he wound his arms around Severus\'s shoulders, drawing him in like a brother. They walked, Lucius leading by a step, through silent corridors. The study doors closed heavily, shutting them away from the rest of the world just for a little while.

It was Christmas Eve and, in the holiday spirit, they gathered to share devious stories. Lucius reclined in his reading chair, summoning up a glass of whisky for himself and another for Severus, who looked like he needed something to warm him up.

Severus accepted the proffered glass and, after studying it pensively, drank it down quickly. Body buzzing with the alcohol, Severus inclined his head, eyes darkening and slitting. He licked his lips to get the last traces of whisky and carefully started extricating himself from his outer robes, now damp with melting snow.

Lucius swirled the contents of his glass, mouth a thin line as he watched the little display. He brought the drink to his lips, staring still over the brim. Once the robe was off, Lucius sprang up, almost sloshing his drink as he put it down. Tightly grasping one thin wrist, Lucius dragged Severus after him into the adjoining bedroom. Many sweat-slicked and feverish memories lay curled there. The light was low, shadows deepening the gloom and settling in the creases and dips of the bed.

Lucius\' lips were sticky with the whisky when he kissed Severus, pressing insistently against him, tongue swiping around and inside. He held both his wrists now, crushing them together before suddenly pushing Severus away, hands firmly set on his chest. He reclined on the silk coverlet, legs parted faintly, as if in invitation.

Slightly startled, Severus blinked a little, eyes hazy with lust and drink. He awkwardly made his way onto the bed as it dipped beneath him. It was warm next to Lucius and deceptively relaxing.

Brooding a bit, pensively tapping his fingers upon the covers, Severus felt he had the perfect tale to tell. Settling in so that his head rested on Lucius\' shoulder, he began: \"There once lived a boy who felt himself to be frightfully important. He was so full of haughty pride that he failed to see that he was not, contrary to popular belief, the best thing to have ever walked the Earth. His name was Harry Potter.

\"There was one who saw through his false exterior and had no compunction about letting his disdain be known. Being as vile as could be, the cruel Potions Master did all he could to show Harry what humility was. Harry liked to break all sorts of rules and was always forgiven, but not when he dared cross his Potions Master.

\"The little workroom was sweltering as the bubbling potion let off its oppressive heat.\" Severus started unbuttoning Lucius\' robes, purposefully breathing heavily right against his ear. \"The professor had rolled up his shirt-sleeves, carefully measuring and stirring. He heard a strange sound coming from an empty corner. Uncertainly moving his hands about, he felt cloth beneath his finger tips. The all-important boy himself stood gasping for air. He was sweating, hair sticking to his forehead, and flushed from the heat. Harry stared back defiantly at the scowling professor. His nervousness was betrayed by a slight tremble of his clenched fists.

\"Harry was told to clean up and he reluctantly obeyed, gathering used vials and bottles and jars which he promptly dropped when, anger not appeased, the Potions Master seized the boy by the elbow. Startled, Harry opened his mouth to speak, but was quickly silenced with a kiss.\"

Severus pressed a kiss to Lucius\' cheek

\"Standing dumbly, the boy did not know what to do so he did nothing, until strange hands moved under his shirt, making his skin shiver with its cold touch. He jerked away violently, breaking the lock of lips and shying away from the invading hands. The thin fingers worked quickly to pull the belt through the loops, unzipping the faded trousers, whipping the thin t-shirt off. Harry shivered, longing to be under his cloak again even if it meant suffocation.\"

Severus ran his hands down Lucius\' chest, nipping his neck, right below the ear.

\"With a bruising grip, the professor held one forearm, fingers splayed widely on the heaving belly, nuzzling the dark hair almost affectionately. Winding his hands around the thin body, the professor kept the boy close, cutting off his escape. Silencing him with a word, he carried the struggling imp to the bedroom. All struggle ceased as soon as the long fingers wrapped tightly around the boy\'s cock. Gasping, he grimaced and squirmed, but could not disengage himself.

\"The taut muscles felt tantalizing beneath the youth\'s skin, and the Potions Master reveled in the untainted, smooth body, sliding underneath his touch. He shushed and kissed Harry\'s cheeks and neck and wherever he could reach without letting him go. Rocking a little, bent over the small body, he lulled the boy into a false sense of security.

\"Working slowly and methodically, the clothes slipped away. The green eyes darted about as his clothing was transfigured into strips of resilient cloth. Impatient, the Potions Master guided the strips with his wand. As if laying out a feast, Harry was tied hand to foot and elbow to knee, one piece sliding between his lips to finish the picturesque image.

\"Fingers spasming and legs straining to pull together, Harry looked like he was ready to cry. His chin quivered before he found that damnable resolve, tendons standing out as he clenched his teeth. But, no, that would not deter the rough hands and questing tongue.

\"Ever so lavishly, the professor nuzzled against the thin chest, settling between the spread legs. One hand worked slowly to excite Harry, fingers teasing and light, running over the velvety skin of the head and lower, to lightly touch the balls, before reaching the wantonly proffered arsehole, just as boyish as the rest of him.

\"Smiling wickedly, the Potions Master reached for a small jar of cream on his bedside table, and swirling a few fingers about, pressed them to the puckered opening. His smile widened when the boy shut his eyes, tears seeping through the dark lashes.

\"Despite the professor\'s dislike of Mr. Potter, he was considerate in his thorough preparation; not even neglecting the small pleasures that could be given to the obliging boy.

\"Holding firmly onto a bony hip, the Potions Master slid in with relish, shuddering from the exquisite pleasure. Harry was one bundle of tensed muscle, trembling with the strain, almost biting his tongue off when a large hand grasped him at the root, quickly stroking up, then down. The boy wore a grimace, wincing with each thrust, unwilling to feel anything but pain on the professor\'s account, but unable to stop his physical reaction.

\"Cheeks tear-stained and mouth stretched garishly by the decorous gag, Harry moaned, turning his face away in shame. It was heavenly to finish inside such a boy, working cleverly to make him spill himself between the two straining bodies.

\"Muscles tightened to the breaking point, Harry came with a choked cry, shuddering his release and tears.

\"Scowling again, the Potions Master undid the bonds, leaving Harry in a crumpled heap. He dressed the boy like a rag doll, jerking him about.

\"Harry Potter was left standing outside the shut door in the drafty corridor after a quick Memory Charm. And though he would not remember it, it was a shag the Potions Master would never forget.\"

Severus smiled, his tale done. His hand had moved from caressing Lucius\' chest to hovering above his crotch, eager to undo the fastenings.

Lucius took the hand into his own and drew it away to rest above his heart. \"Patience. You\'ve told your story; I\'ve one of my own to tell.\"

\"Of course,\" Severus whispered, a sedate feeling entering his limbs after the harried way his mind worked to spill the words in proper order. He was quite sure his story was better than whatever Lucius could come up with. Perhaps his storytelling ability would come under question, but never the story.

Lucius crossed his legs, luxuriant in every way. \"It had been easy to slip a few drops of a potion, brewed by request by a certain Potions Master, into the drink of the Malfoy heir, Draco Malfoy, at supper time. It worked slowly, seeping into every fiber. Tired and sleepy, he made his way into bed.

\"The potion did an admirable job. Slipping quietly into the darkened room, the elder Malfoy walked to the bed. With a smile, he slipped out of his shirt and then into bed beside the sleeping boy.\" Lucius slid the buttons on his shirt through the loops, Severus devouring the exposed skin with his eyes.

\"Draco moved lazily, eyes clouded by the potion. He thought he was dreaming still.\" Lucius nudged Severus, fingers going for the band of the black trousers. Severus smiled sleepily, eyes glinting.

\"Mr. Malfoy plied the relaxed body to turn over, hands sliding beneath the thin shirt, palms slithering across the hardening nipples. Deftly, he slid off the pajama bottoms, pushing Draco up onto his knees, kissing the back of his head softly.\"

Lucius pushed Severus over onto his stomach, pulling down his trousers. \"Draco gasped into his pillow, feeling the spell worm its way through him. Covering the slight body with his own, the elder Malfoy slowly pressed up against the damp back. It burned when he pushed in, urging him to thrust faster, rougher.\"

Taking out his wand, Lucius cast a charm to ease his way, nudging Severus\' legs apart as far as they would go. He practically hissed into one ear: \"Draco was responsive, soft in his father\'s arms, pliable and smooth. Bonelessly, he came on his bed sheets at the slightest touch of a hand. Panting hotly, the elder Malfoy reached his own peak. He slumped forward, limbs tangled and sweat cooling on their backs.\"

Lucius fucked Severus quickly and efficiently, enjoying the helplessness and the silence, save for the gasping, ragged breath. Throwing his head back, Lucius spilled, hands digging into Severus\' hips.

Through the haze and the stinging pain, Severus seethed once more. His muscles felt like jelly and he heard the frush of clothing being done back up.

\"Thank you, Severus, for the wonderful potion,\" Lucius smiled, dressing leisurely, standing over the bed, \"It was just what I needed.\"

Leaning over, Lucius kissed the slack lips, hair tickling Severus\' nose. \"Merry Christmas.\"

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