Promiscuous

Promiscuous


He'd watched Lucius hold court already when he was at Hogwarts. It had been difficult to avoid, since the Slytherin common room was his unofficial throne room. Severus had preferred to sit, forgotten and unnoticed, in one of the darker corners where neither the light from the fireplace nor Lucius' shining brilliance reached. He'd sat, watching, trying to do his homework, while scores of boys and girls fawned over Lucius, trying instead to get his attention. Something as little as a smile or a look from him seemed to make them happy.

Severus had sworn that he'd rather die than fall under Malfoy's spell.

~*~

'Severus. A word if you please?'

Severus nodded curtly. 'Lucius. What do you want? I'm not much in the mood for pleasant conversation and ignoring your all too obvious attempts as flirtation after having watched the Dark Lord have his fun.' Being a Death Eater had not turned out quite as he had hoped.

'It won't take long, I assure you.' Lucius smiled pleasantly at him, and Severus was uncertain whether he was referring to what he wanted to talk about or the time until Severus would give in to his veiled advances. 'Walk with me.'

Severus fell into step with him, in fact grateful for the night air that cleared his nostrils from the smell of blood and his mind from the haze of dark magic and ritual that clung to him like tendrils of poisonous vapours.

'Since you brought it up, why are you so dead set against being seduced?'

'Because I refuse to be just another in a long line of conquests. Don't think that I haven't seen what you do.' Severus could have winced at the slight note of anger that had crept into his voice. He wasn't angry at all; that would mean that he cared, and he didn't. Not at all. 'You're promiscuous,' he finished.

'I am?' Lucius sounded surprised. 'On what do your brilliant mind base that theory?'

'You think me a fool, but I'm not! I've seen you over the years, with all your pretty admirers, and how you've taken them one after another.'

Lucius didn't look much affronted by the harsh tone with which the words were delivered. In fact, much to Severus' chagrin, he looked amused. 'So, you've been watching me then?'

Severus narrowed his eyes. 'That's not what I meant. You're twisting my words again.'

'I know what you meant, Severus. Don't think badly of me for teasing you. I'm just surprised that you actually think it's a bad thing to take what is offered freely.'

'They didn't offer freely. You seduced them!' Severus looked away; he couldn't stand the smug look on Lucius' face. There was no reasoning with that man. He was clearly incapable of understanding that Severus wasn't interested.

Lucius put a hand on Severus' shoulder to stop him. 'And why is seduction so offensive to you? Why is the thought of me giving attention and kind words, as well as kisses and caresses to someone such a terrible thing?'

'Because-' Severus could remember sitting in the darkest corner in the common room and watching, knowing that... that it would never be him, that Lucius would never look at him in that manner. 'Because you trick them!'

'Severus,' Lucius whispered softly, and Severus closed his eyes to not reveal more; he'd already said too much. 'You're a Slytherin. You know there's nothing wrong with taking what you want... to manipulate the stage a little to get it.' Severus couldn't hold back a small shiver as Lucius' hand was sliding over his shoulder, ending up on his back. It was the night air, surely, nothing more, he told himself. 'Perhaps I wanted to practice?'

'Practice for what?' Severus did not want to find out that there was some kind of Pure-blood Sex Marathon for young men, used as a coming-of-age ritual. But he wouldn't be surprised if it did exist; Pure-bloods often seemed to be creatures of decadence and self-indulgence from what he had observed.

'For the biggest challenge of them all.'

Severus had a scathing remark on the tip of his tongue, but he never had the chance to use it, for Lucius' lips closed over his in a kiss.

At first Severus was too surprised to do anything, but when his mind caught up with what was happening, he pushed Lucius away and glared at him. 'What do you think you're doing?' Severus tried to ignore that his lips were tingling.

'Kissing you.' Lucius seemed unperturbed. 'I have wanted to do that for quite some time.'

'I told you I'm not going to be another of your-'

'No, you're in a class of your own, I know that.' Lucius smiled and pulled Severus back to him, and this time the kiss was unrelenting. There was no way that Severus could not give in to those soft and seductive lips, the tickle of a tip of tongue; before he knew it, his lips gave admittance and suddenly it wasn't so easy anymore to push Lucius back. His defences were normally verbal - a snide remark, a vicious word, a sarcastic jab - and they were all denied him now. He could have cast a non-verbal hex or jinx, but Lucius' soft lips and playful tongue disrupted his focus and concentration. It was too much, and yet his body tried to convince him that it wasn't nearly enough. Offered a taste of what he had denied himself to want, Severus was overwhelmed by the flood of sensations and the chaos of emotions that were awakened.

Longing and arousal were foremost, then came a mixture of joy and passion, need and sadness. Regret, so much regret that it hurt...

'Stop it. I don't want this,' Severus managed to say when Lucius broke the kiss, leaving him breathless and wanting. He lied because he couldn't bear the truth - after being this close to light and pleasure, he didn't want to be bereft of it... and he knew that is was not for him, never for him. To pretend not to want what Lucius seemed to offer would perhaps lessen the pain when it was taken away again.

'You've wanted this for years.' Lucius' voice was soft and kind while revealing what Severus had refused to admit. There was a wrenching feeling inside him as Lucius Apparated them both, and Severus wasn't sure that it was only because of the side-along-Apparition.

He found himself in a bedroom - Lucius' bedroom - but even though he knew that he should step away, go home, Disapparate, he couldn't. Lucius' actions had almost paralysed him; he'd taken Severus with him into a new country where Lucius was the one with the map and the knowledge; he was Severus' guide, his light in the darkness.

Gently, Lucius guided him further. He seemed to be able to anticipate every time that Severus thought it was too much and he was close to bolting. With kisses and caresses, he distracted Severus, gave him sensation after wonderful sensation, until he finally lowered Severus onto the bed, naked but so aroused that he forgot to be embarrassed or shy.

Severus felt as if the sun was shining down on him, the pleasantly warm light of spring that gradually drove the winter cold and stiffness from his body, thawing something inside him that he'd never known had been frozen.

The warmth of Lucius' body, the feel of skin against skin, the tender kisses and the murmured words of endearments - Severus could no longer remember why he'd fought this for so long. And when Lucius slid down to close his lips around his cock, Severus gasped and buried his hands in Lucius' hair, forgetting that he'd ever fought it.

He had no control anymore, and his entire world had narrowed to just the two of them, to the sensations that Lucius gave him, to tongue and lips, silky hair between his fingers, and his hard, throbbing cock. Severus bucked up into the hot, wet, sucking deliciousness, soon coming in a blind haze of scorching heat and passion.

~*~

Straightening up, Lucius leaned over his new lover, balancing on knees and one arm, to look into his face as he brought himself to completion. Severus looked relaxed, his eyes unguarded, and there was a hint of a smile curling his lips.

Lucius smiled back, pleased with the evening and the result of his efforts. He stretched out next to Severus and draped an arm over his waist, ignoring the look of surprise. If Severus had expected Lucius to turn his back to him, to send him away as soon as he'd climaxed, Lucius proved him wrong.

He'd sent many lovers away, temporarily sated, but never truly satisfied. With Severus, Lucius found that he felt satisfied, yet, at the same time, not sated. He wanted more, and he'd make sure he would get it and also give back in return. Without giving, the taking was empty.

'Do you still think pleasure is wrong?' Lucius asked and kissed Severus' shoulder.

'I never thought it was wrong, but you're... too much.'

'Promiscuous?'

'Yes.' Severus avoided his gaze, and Lucius thought he looked sad.

'And if I promise to be promiscuous only with you?'

Severus gave a low snort, clearly not believing a word. 'The biggest challenge of them all?'

'No, that was to seduce you.' Lucius smiled and dimmed the light in the room. 'Let's rest a while...'

'I'm not going to ask for your attention, or perform parlour tricks for you.' Severus' voice broke the silence after a few minutes, and he carefully brushed back Lucius' hair from his brow. The tender gesture contrasted with the gruff words.

'You don't have to, Severus. You've had my full attention for a long time.' Lucius pulled Severus close again and he could feel his lover relax into the embrace. The room was dark, but to Lucius it seemed brighter than usual.