Silence

Sometimes the silence itself was deafening, as Severus stood there, waiting. His hands splayed out on the cold stone in front of him, and as he waited he ran his fingertips over lines that had been there for hundreds of years, his mind becoming somewhat lost in the soothing pattern they presented. The door opened up with an audible click, and Severus instantly became taught, stilling his fingers as he heard the sharp clack of footsteps grow nearer to him.

Severus stretched his neck ever so slightly, testing the collar that was placed around his neck, and was rewarded by a soft, menacing chuckle and a cool finger that ran across the small of his back, making him arch as much as he could with the restraints that held him. Lucius ran his finger upwards, tracing Severus\' spine with a deliberately soft touch, enjoying himself as the other man let out a small moan of expectation.

\"Lucius, please,\" Severus whispered softly to the man that seemed to take such delight in teasing his senses for hours, until all that remained of the dreaded potion master was a gibbering fool, intent on being ravaged by Lucius.

Lucius didn\'t answer, bending his head to Severus\' neck instead and nipping lightly on the tender, exposed flesh there; as he took one hand and reached just slightly to the side of the restrained, and obviously aroused, man. Lucius\' hand brushed against cold leather, and without removing his mouth from his lovers neck, he pulled his hand back and allowed the leather strap he now held to strike Severus across his buttocks, backing away finally as Severus bit back a sharp moan of pain.

Lucius let the whip fall again, this time against the back he had just run his smooth fingers on, a grin that was almost feral gliding across his face as the red mark immediately appeared in the almost flawless skin, and Severus pushed himself against the wall as yet another blow landed across his buttocks. Lucius punctuated every third or fourth strike of the whip with a perfectly timed caress or kiss, until Severus was merely moaning his name, totally unaware of anything but him.

Suddenly Lucius dropped the instrument of pleasurable torture from his hand, and in one swift movement had buried himself deeply into Severus, hands clutching the other man\'s waist to steady himself as he plunged in and out at a fevered pitch. Lucius buried his face in Severus\' neck once again, teeth scraping against the tender flesh, marking Severus even as he called out Lucius\' name again and again.

Their bodies worked together, moving as one, and the tightening of Severus bonds as Lucius took him intensified the pleasure for both of them, until suddenly Lucius spent himself inside Severus, as the other man shook with his own release as his body was pressed against the same cold stone his fingers had recently been running over. Lucius allowed himself to stay sheathed inside Severus for a moment, and then removed himself, mumbling a general cleaning spell for the both of them, and with another softly spoken word, loosening Severus from the chains and leather which had bound him for the past few hours.

Severus bent to pick his robe from the floor, his lips curling up automatically as he noticed the thin layer of dirt that covered it. Lucius was already heading toward the door as Severus shook his robe out and slipped it on, turning as he did so to watch the other man leave. Lucius swept from the room, not bothering to look back, and Severus followed soon afterward. Lucius had a wife to attend to, after all - the weekly visit from Severus was nothing more than it was - at least not to Lucius. Severus went back to his home as well, and proceeded to drink sherry and stare into the firelight until he could keep his eyes open no more.