Uncomplicated
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Snape/Lucius
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
4,456
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3
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Currently Reading:
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Uncomplicated
Pairing: Lucius Malfoy/Severus Snape
Disclaimer: The characters and the world of Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling. I have used some of it without her permission, so no blaming her for this. I meant no harm, and I make no money from it.
Warning: Mentioning of bondage and watersports in passing.
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Uncomplicated
It was a love beyond any other, thought Lucius as he studied the form of the man sleeping in his bed. If love it could be called. It went beyond anything that he felt for his wife and even his son. Narcissa understood this as well, and had never tried to compete with it or destroy it out of jealousy. Perhaps she was afraid of the repercussions should she make such an attempt.
It was a love beyond anything that Lord Voldemort could understand. It formed a bond between the two men that the Dark Lord despised and hated. A bond that he feared was stronger than the bond of the Dark Mark. He had tried to destroy it, to come between them, ever manipulating and scheming... But since his return to a physical body, Voldemort had not bothered with it, instead ignoring it. Perhaps he had given up, seeing that nothing had changed between Lucius and his lover in all the years they had been leaderless, or perhaps he thought he could somehow use that bond... Lucius knew that the Dark Lord wasn\'t entirely happy with them -- they hadn\'t worked hard enough to engineer his return -- but he also knew that Voldemort could only afford to execute those he was certain had betrayed him. The Dark Lord needed his servants.
Lucius moved closer, pressing his body against Severus\' back. He moved his hips almost imperceptibly, but the slight friction as his hard cock found its home, cradled in the valley between firm buttocks, caused a sigh from him.
How well he knew this body by now -- every reaction, every sound, every way that he could coax and make it respond to him. Lucius found immense pleasure in making Severus lose control; to have him trembling and almost incoherent under him as he thrust deep inside him, or teased his cock with tongue and mouth until the dark-haired and usually surly man was gasping and begging... Lucius lived for those moments. In them, he found the strength he needed when the world around them demanded more than he wanted to give.
Their meetings had become more regular after the Dark Lord\'s return, of course. Neither of them was happy with the developments, even though they had never voiced any concerns or their dislikes. There was no need to; they communicated without words, and then not through Legilimency. No, it was on a different level; it was a language of body and soul, of instinct. They simply knew.
~*~
He woke slowly, with a feeling of trust and contentment. Lucius\' arm was draped over him, holding him lightly. No show of force or dominance was needed between them to convey the message to the other that they belonged together, like this. Severus felt the slow rocking against his body, and like Lucius, he enjoyed this lazy morning pleasure. Soft, easy... no demands, no complications, no words.
No, no show of strength or power was necessary, thought Severus, and yet they often indulged in such during their evenings and nights together. There would be demanding hands, Lucius roughly pushing Severus down on the floor, sometimes ropes, sometimes leather straps. But therein lay also the reason: they indulged. It was for the ever-present exploration and imbibing of pleasure. With Lucius, everything and anything could be turned and twisted into pleasure and delight. If it wasn\'t bondage and pain, it could be ice moved over Severus\' thighs and sensitive cock or hot urine spattering his stomach. If it wasn\'t sex, it could be beautiful music or delicious food. The aristocrat didn\'t leave something he even suspected could bring a thrill or caress to any of the senses alone until he had seduced all its secrets from it, and had enjoyed all that it could give him.
Would the day come when Severus\' secrets were all laid bare to Lucius, when the passion had been fully explored, exposed, and Lucius had had all that Severus could give? But Severus knew he had secrets that Lucius did not suspect; there would always be that hidden compartment of his mind that he could not let the other see... there would always be something more for Lucius to try to lure out of him.
He pushed back against the hot prick sliding along the cleft, feeling the tip smearing its moisture on his skin. How he loved to wake up like this! In Lucius\' bed, with Lucius\' cock almost... almost there, and their breaths synchronised from lying so close together. Severus moaned softly as Lucius changed the angle of his hips and slowly entered him.
They would make plans later, lay down strategies, but for now this was their world -- unhurried movements, the light caresses of morning, and a sharing of emotion that came as natural to them both as living and breathing.
Disclaimer: The characters and the world of Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling. I have used some of it without her permission, so no blaming her for this. I meant no harm, and I make no money from it.
Warning: Mentioning of bondage and watersports in passing.
Uncomplicated
It was a love beyond any other, thought Lucius as he studied the form of the man sleeping in his bed. If love it could be called. It went beyond anything that he felt for his wife and even his son. Narcissa understood this as well, and had never tried to compete with it or destroy it out of jealousy. Perhaps she was afraid of the repercussions should she make such an attempt.
It was a love beyond anything that Lord Voldemort could understand. It formed a bond between the two men that the Dark Lord despised and hated. A bond that he feared was stronger than the bond of the Dark Mark. He had tried to destroy it, to come between them, ever manipulating and scheming... But since his return to a physical body, Voldemort had not bothered with it, instead ignoring it. Perhaps he had given up, seeing that nothing had changed between Lucius and his lover in all the years they had been leaderless, or perhaps he thought he could somehow use that bond... Lucius knew that the Dark Lord wasn\'t entirely happy with them -- they hadn\'t worked hard enough to engineer his return -- but he also knew that Voldemort could only afford to execute those he was certain had betrayed him. The Dark Lord needed his servants.
Lucius moved closer, pressing his body against Severus\' back. He moved his hips almost imperceptibly, but the slight friction as his hard cock found its home, cradled in the valley between firm buttocks, caused a sigh from him.
How well he knew this body by now -- every reaction, every sound, every way that he could coax and make it respond to him. Lucius found immense pleasure in making Severus lose control; to have him trembling and almost incoherent under him as he thrust deep inside him, or teased his cock with tongue and mouth until the dark-haired and usually surly man was gasping and begging... Lucius lived for those moments. In them, he found the strength he needed when the world around them demanded more than he wanted to give.
Their meetings had become more regular after the Dark Lord\'s return, of course. Neither of them was happy with the developments, even though they had never voiced any concerns or their dislikes. There was no need to; they communicated without words, and then not through Legilimency. No, it was on a different level; it was a language of body and soul, of instinct. They simply knew.
He woke slowly, with a feeling of trust and contentment. Lucius\' arm was draped over him, holding him lightly. No show of force or dominance was needed between them to convey the message to the other that they belonged together, like this. Severus felt the slow rocking against his body, and like Lucius, he enjoyed this lazy morning pleasure. Soft, easy... no demands, no complications, no words.
No, no show of strength or power was necessary, thought Severus, and yet they often indulged in such during their evenings and nights together. There would be demanding hands, Lucius roughly pushing Severus down on the floor, sometimes ropes, sometimes leather straps. But therein lay also the reason: they indulged. It was for the ever-present exploration and imbibing of pleasure. With Lucius, everything and anything could be turned and twisted into pleasure and delight. If it wasn\'t bondage and pain, it could be ice moved over Severus\' thighs and sensitive cock or hot urine spattering his stomach. If it wasn\'t sex, it could be beautiful music or delicious food. The aristocrat didn\'t leave something he even suspected could bring a thrill or caress to any of the senses alone until he had seduced all its secrets from it, and had enjoyed all that it could give him.
Would the day come when Severus\' secrets were all laid bare to Lucius, when the passion had been fully explored, exposed, and Lucius had had all that Severus could give? But Severus knew he had secrets that Lucius did not suspect; there would always be that hidden compartment of his mind that he could not let the other see... there would always be something more for Lucius to try to lure out of him.
He pushed back against the hot prick sliding along the cleft, feeling the tip smearing its moisture on his skin. How he loved to wake up like this! In Lucius\' bed, with Lucius\' cock almost... almost there, and their breaths synchronised from lying so close together. Severus moaned softly as Lucius changed the angle of his hips and slowly entered him.
They would make plans later, lay down strategies, but for now this was their world -- unhurried movements, the light caresses of morning, and a sharing of emotion that came as natural to them both as living and breathing.