SmuttyMcLuciusSnapeSmutterson

As the summary says, I started writing this as a gift for my buddy Erika and thought it was just too fun not to post.

I don\'t own anything at all, least of all these characters.

*offers cookies and puppies to JKR for destroying her cannon characters*

Snape looked around the old mansion with his nose wrinkled, one would think that an ultimate Dark Lord could afford a simple cleaning spell. He kept his sigh to himself and took just one more moment before heading into the Death Eater’s meeting. He let his head fall back on his shoulder and his eyes slip shut, imagining, for just a moment, that he wasn’t in this dingy old mansion but away, far away from everything and everyone. Well, almost everyone. He’d been having dreams lately, dreams of platinum blond hair that fell silky smooth over pillows, cold grey eyes that bored straight into his soul. Severus imagined that he was alone with those eyes, those eyes that took what they wanted, took absolutely everything except for no as an answer. A smile began to snake across his lips when a draft pushed his heavy cloaks and the sound of a door slamming resonated through the foyer he currently inhabited. Frown settling firmly back on his face, Severus looked over his shoulder at the late-commer.
The Thing about Lucius Malfoy was that though he was loyal to the Dark Lord, far more loyal then Snape anyhow, Malfoy did things at his own pace. Snape had never, in all the time he’d known Malfoy, seen him rush for anyone else’s purposes but his own. Lucius upheld his own silly ideals of what was and what should be and if he was loyal to Voldemort, it was only because he saw the Dark Lord as the fastest way to get what he wanted and the thing about Malfoy was, Snape wanted him.
Truth be told, Severus had never thought of himself as liable to swing that way, but something about his dreams and the way his body would sometimes react told him that whatever conceptions he had about his sexual orientation were wrong, dead wrong. Lucius finally seemed to notice Severus’ presence and nodded once, mostly as if to prove he’d seen the taller, dark-haired man and walked past him, dangerously close. Not one to change his path was the Head of the Malfoy Line. As he stepped by his cane touched Snape’s leg and slid up, dragging across the side of Severus’ thigh as he left the Potion’s Master and disappeared into the Meeting Room. Snape shook his head once and followed. The Gathering would begin soon.

~*~

Teaching, believe it or no, was not Severus Snape’s first choice of occupation. Unfortunately, with few skills in Transfiguration, he couldn’t be an Auror and there simply weren’t many other directions one could go with High Marks in Potions. He held the students before him in contempt. He was jealous actually, that these students still had the chances to do something extremely useful with their lives and all they cared about was who could smack the bludger the farthest. The Term had started a week or so ago and already he was sick of them. These Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws, even some of his Slytherins were already beginning to wear at his patience. Anxious to get rid of them, He waved his wand at the board, filling it with instructions and snapped at the students to get going already. Once he was assured they were all held captive by the assignment, Severus produced a long parchment full of conversion factors and supplemental ingredients and stared at it blankly, his mind beginning already to wander...

Everything was dark, everything but that hair. He saw it flip a little as it’s wearer turned a corner and Severus hurried to catch up. But just as he turned that very same corner, thinking to catch the prey, the hair whipped around another corner. Snape found himself more determined and chased after it. Corner after corner he turned until he was not only hopelessly lost, but hopelessly alone. He could feel his heart sink, even in this dream and turned to head back and find his way to wakefulness when a gloved hand rested on his shoulder, pulling him into an adjoining room. The room was dark red, burgundy drapes, carpeting, bed. Snape found himself distracted first by the bed, then by the creature walking towards it. That hair, the hair he’d been chasing, swung around the wearer’s back, reaching to just under his shoulder blades, revealing beneath it a sculpted ivory back, well muscled, a picturesque rear and long smooth thighs. Before he could stop himself, Snape rushed forward and the head turned, grey eyes flashing at him.

Someone was fighting. Snape boredly took 20 points from Gryffindor and Slytherin alike and dismissed the class, leaning forward to stand only to realize his trousers stretched tight. Frowning mostly to keep the blush from his face, Snape waited until the room was empty, then stood, very slowly and walked carefully into his office, determined to allow his trouser material to stroke his current.... state. Once he shut the door, he locked it tightly, by hand, and then, as fast as he could, he’d pulled off his shoes, then the offending trousers. He’d completely given up on wearing underwear long ago. If someone was going to go through the trouble to try and see his manly bits. Let them. Leaning against the door, Severus allowed his hands to dance around his penis, on touching the base lightly, the other beginning to roam up and down his own length. For a second he toyed with the idea of a cold shower, but nixed the idea quickly. This was something he wanted to take care of to the end.


Chapter the First. I know it\'s a little too plot-filled, but i wanted it to have just a teensy bit of a backing.

If you feel like more plot. you should check out my Matrix-Twins fic, \'One, Two and Three\'

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