Severus Fucks Rough

Title- Severus Fucks Rough
Pairing – Snape/Lucius
Rating – NC/17
Summary - An isolated encounter between two death eaters…
Disclaimer - I do not own them, nor do I make profit from them.
Author’s note - takes place during OotP, methinks. No spoilers…not really…


He fucks rough, Severus does. Deep hard thrusts, nails digging into skin, teeth bared, feral, ass moving beneath the blanket while hands clutch at my pale skin. Merlin, it feels like heaven. In spite of myself, I cling to him, turning my head to the side and wrapping my legs around him, loving the feel of his body on mine.

I want to do so many things. I want to scream out his name. I want to tell him I love him. I want to grab my cock and stroke it to completion. I want him to tell me he loves me. I want him to kiss me. I want him to love me. And even though I know he does, he never says it and I never ask because we’re men – and not only are we men, but we’re Death Eaters. We couldn’t possibly express something so weak.

My eyes open a sliver and I turn just a fraction of an inch to see him above me, watching me. His face is mellower now, but he stops – for just an instant, examining my face, I think. His mouth is curved, so much character in those lips, so much contempt, so much restraint, so much everything. But he regards me now with those black eyes as if making a simple inquiry, ‘ am I alright?’

Smirking, I close my legs more around him, urging him to continue, and he lowers his head just a bit, hair hanging black and limp about his face as he starts in again. I feel him brush against that special place again and I am trickling my own essence from my core. Oh God, it feels so good like this.

“Severus…” I hear myself whisper. “…Severus… touch it…”

He doesn’t even break his stride as he reaches down with one hand and starts to pump me in a tight fist and I am staring with unseeing eyes at the ceiling. Silent charms make his hand feel like a warm wet cavern around my prick and I would swear I’m also fucking Narcissa. The sensation is almost unbearable.

I’m biting my lip, hard, struggling to stay on the precipice, and Severus loves it when I get like this, so close to trembling, so close to falling off…

“Gods…” I’m moaning… “Severus, Gods…not yet…”

He sneers beneath his damp hair. “Yes…soon…”

He starts to move slower, unbelievably so and I am trembling beneath him. My hands move from around his waist, up to his shoulders, up to his face and into his hair. I would never tell him, but I love his hair. It slides like water between my fingers, like silk, like liquid onyx… I’m dying.

“Severus…”

“Yes…” he whispers, face close to mine. “…Come, Lucius…”

His voice brings me off, makes me blaze, lights me afire. I’m shaking all over, gone from my body, lost completely, using him for leverage. My come is secondary; it’s his cock in me that drives me to this, his body on mine that burns me to the core, his voice. I’m clinging to him, almost crushing him, I’m sure – but Severus is so much stronger than I, so much deeper.

When he is satisfied with my climax, he stares at me as if studying me, as if taking inventory and my eyes slip shut. He’s still inside me, hard as granite, and I’m feeling the aftershocks, like rolling waves on the shores of my desire. They keep me tethered to him.

As if bored, he rearranges my legs so they rest over his shoulders and he rests on his elbows, sliding deeper inside me, making me gasp as he brings his face to within inches of mine and starts to rock his hips forward and back. He murmurs an incantation and my cock is standing on end again, and I am so grateful for this. I want to be on his same page when he finally spills inside me. I love being filled with his seed. It makes me feel prosperous and grateful.

Our eyes meet again and I exhale, slowly, face hot and wet. His hand finds its way into my hair and he tugs gently, pale pale locks between his fingers, threaded in his fist. I grin up at him and he slams harder into me. My hands reach up to rest on his chest, caressing the hard expanse, lightly covered with dark hair.

He reaches down and tugs on my prick, hard. I arch up to meet each of his thrusts, feeling the eminent ache in my arse right alongside the incomparable pleasure in my abdomen. I can definitely see why Draco loves him, and I gloat in the knowledge that Severus already belongs to me and has no interest in the younger Malfoy – thank the Gods!

“Lucius…” he whispers, eyes glassy and unfocused. “…I’m… close…”

Shutting my eyes, I reach around and squeeze the globes of his hard ass, forcing him more into me, and ultimately making us one. And then he’s coming, chest heaving, face averted, body rigid as a board, warmth flowing into me like honey, potent and natural. I come after him just from the thought.

When he collapses on top of me, I hold onto him, silent. He rests his hands on either side of my head, buried in the pillow. His dark curtain of hair shields his face so I can’t see his eyes or read his expression. I love him when he’s like this, so vulnerable and completely mine.

My face turns so that my lips are right near his ear and I brush them against the delicate shell of it, feeling him shudder lightly from the touch. I smile at this and soon he is rolling off me, putting distance between us, resting on his back, eyes shut, mouth parted. He isn’t sleeping, simply avoiding.

After several seconds of simply basking, I clear my throat.

“There will be a raid in London.” I tell him conversationally.

He doesn’t open his eyes but exhales slowly. “Yes. I am aware.”

I hate to bother him with it, but I need to know. “Will you be…present?”

He doesn’t readily reply, which gives me my answer. “Not on this particular occasion, no. But perhaps the next…”

“You’ll be…”

“At Hogwarts, yes.”

I nod, as if I care, as if I’m okay with it. Truth is, I’d rather be anywhere with him, than at a DE raid without him. It isn’t just his ability or his rank in Voldemort’s inner circle – but it’s his intensity and his mystery. I’m practically erect the entire time I’m in his presence – before he does his part in alleviating it, that is….

“I’ll miss you.” I murmur and instantly regret it. “I mean… I’ll miss what you bring to the group. Without your post, there’s an empty… well, there’s a void, really… no one quite at your level…of…ahh…expertise…” I have been reduced to a bumbling idiot. Only with Severus, though. Arthur Weasley’s heart would stop if he could see what a little girl I’ve become under this wizard’s power.

Severus has opened his eyes. He is staring at the ceiling, contemplating. Gods, I’ve spoken too much. He hates when I get too attached. It always leads to really long absences on his part, huge gaps in our correspondence, barely a word in passing, hardly any contact at all. My punishment for loving him.

“Forgive me.” I tell him quickly. “You know how I get.”

“Yes.” He says. “I could see it in your eyes as I’m sure others must…”

I turn to him, baffled. “You mean…”

“Yes. I mean Narcissa.”

A shudder creeps up my spine. “I’ve never disclosed…”

“What do you think goes through her mind when we’re sealed in this room for hours on end? You think she thinks we’re playing bridge?”

My stomach starts to fold in on itself and I grimace at him. “Could we please not speculate, Severus. I’m feeling peaked…”

He shifts a bit and starts to get up and I regret this conversation ever took place. I hate to admit it, but I feel afraid when he leaves. I hate when I say something that makes him leave. He’s so temperamental. Being his lover is like walking on eggshells, juggling wineglasses…

“Don’t leave.” I tell him as coarse as I can, making it sound more like a command and less like a request. I hate to plead with him. It’s one of those things that drive him further away.

“Dumbledore is expecting me for start of term feast and I must not delay. I have wasted enough time already.”

Ouch. That hurts. A change of subject is in order. “You’ll keep an eye on Draco, then. He’s getting…well… what’s the term? Big for his britches?”

Severus is already buttoning the one hundred or so fastenings on his waistcoat. “Yes. Well, he has always been a bit cheeky. I don’t surmise I can change him in that respect, but…” He meets my eyes. “Of course I’ll watch over him. Not only am I his head of house, but I’m his Godfather, thanks to you and …his mother.” He doesn’t sound terribly pleased to have the title, but like everything else, he takes it in stride.

The emotional side of me wants to pounce on him, blubbering about how much I need and want him, about how we should leave together and how we’ll be fine with all my gold and all his ability. Instead, I stand and approach him, my body achy (I really am getting too old for these acrobatics) and naked. He doesn’t bother to look down at my half-hard cock. Instead, he stares into my eyes, reading my thoughts, no doubt. I don’t care. I like it when he crawls around in my head without my permission, when he invades me, comes trampling around in my mind like a pirate in search of loot.

“See anything interesting?” I inquire softly, wanting to drag him back to bed.

He smirks at me. “Perhaps.”

Unable to stop myself I reach forward to caress his pallid face, ignoring his slight flinch when I do it. And then I come close enough to brush my lips against his and do it, knowing he wants to protest. His mouth is warm and he looks oddly discomfited as I lick his mouth.

“You taste like Felix Felicis.” I tell him, and he quirks an eyebrow.

“Goodnight, Lucius.” He brushes frostily past me to exit. “Give Narcissa… my best.”

I want to tell him to fuck himself, but instead I nod and smile and watch as he disapperates into thin air.

I don’t hear from him again for several weeks, but then I was expecting that – and of course I was waiting. With Severus Snape, such was always thus.


FIN