Met and Beset

"Shite!" The swear word echoed bouncing off the high ceiling of the Malfoy library.

The cavernous room, with its many unlit sconces was dimly illuminated by a single candelabrum standing on a table. On either side of the table were two leather wing-backed chairs that currently held two gentlemen Death Eaters.

One of them was staring at the parchment in his hand, his face pale. The parchment trembled slightly. His other hand was caught up in his straight raven hair.

"Well, Severus," drawled his blond companion. "What did you receive? I would dearly like to know as it will no doubt give me an idea of what I am to face upon opening my missive."

The men had been indulging in a fine brandy and cigars when a quivering elf had abased itself before its master, handing the two letters up then quickly fleeing before Lucius, the lord of Malfoy manor could visit any wickedness upon it.

One letter was addressed to Severus Snape, using his style inherited on the distaff side as the last surviving male relative of that line: Severus, Baron Prince (When he found that he had succeeded to this title by this default, he had let out a loud snort at the awkward combination). The other was addressed to Lucius, Lord Malfoy.

"Well?" Malfoy prompted again. "Shall I fetch some smelling salts or perhaps burn some owl feathers under that beak of yours to bring you back to attentiveness?"

Snape shook his head, clearing it. "Of all the ludicrous, obnoxious...," he trailed off, rattling the offending parchment.

Lucius had had enough. He snatched the parchment out of his friend and sometimes lover's hand and quickly perused it. "Hermione Granger!" he exclaimed. "Certainly you don't object to wedding the Brains of Gryffindor, the much-lauded brightest witch of her generation?"

"That's just it!" Snape exclaimed. "HER generation. The age difference is abominable. The girl is, was, my student. I am at least twice her age. What on earth was the Ministry thinking? It would be too much like paedophilia - sleeping with the twelve-year-old I once taught."

"Surely having a young, vivacious, ripe twenty-four-year-old scholar with ample breasts and hips at beck and call as your spouse cannot be that horrifying? In any case, this is what our Lord and Master desires."

"I wish that he had let me know... This ministry document," he sneered, "is decidedly binding. I am saddled with a chit that has hair larger than herself... Shite, never mind. Open yours, Lucius. Let us see what our Lord has in store for YOU!"

Malfoy picked up his cigar from the large ashtray resting on the table and took a leisurely draw as he examined the exterior of his missive. He set the cigar back in the ashtray and broke the seal on the the parchment. He unrolled and quickly read. Bursting into laughter, he cast the parchment down to the floor and picked up his glass of brandy. "Severus, my friend, as much as I thought I would never experience wedded bliss again after the...death of my dear, lamented Narcissa... Here's to our nuptuals!" He raised his brandy glass in a toast to his friend.

"To whom are you to be wed, Lucius."

"Madame Hooch, Xiomara, the flight mistress of your esteemed school. And here I thought she was more interested in snatches, er I mean snitches than broomsticks."

"I don't believe that matters to the Ministry. The only prerequisite is that the woman be of muggle or half-blood heritage and of child-bearing age. Speaking of half-blood, I wonder what kind of hoops the Ministry had to leap through to match me with the Granger child."

"Baron Prince, as the only surviving heir to your line, distaff or not, I do believe they are considering you a pureblood. And she is hardly a child any more, my dear," Lucius smirked. "Come now, let us drink to our impending marriages and then find something else with which to amuse ourselves."

The men mockingly raised their glasses to each other and quaffed the last of the brandy therein. Setting his glass down, Lucius stared at Snape for a long moment, then murmured under his breath, "and I think I do know just what will fit the bill." He picked up his cane and slammed the tip into the parquet floor, the noise making Snape jump.

"Severus. Stand up!" he ordered.

Snape looked at him gauging his friend's mood. He slowly stood and smirked at his friend. "Why, just the thing, Lucius. A little buggery to celebrate..."

"Silence!"

Snape lost his smirk with some difficulty and stood slightly more attention before his friend. He felt a stirring in his groin in response to the way his friend was looking at him. He could guess what was coming next."

Malfoy did not disappoint. "Strip," he commanded.

Severus slowly unbuttoned his frock coat with one pale hand and loosened his cravat with the other. He removed the coat and laid it on his chair. Removing the cravat, he threw it atop his coat. His heart began to pound in expectation.

"Take...your...time," Lucius ordered.

Slowly removing one cufflink, then the other, he tossed the set to the table. He languidly unbuttoned his pristine linen shirt, then moved his hands to his trousers, opening the buttons of the fly. Toeing off his boots and socks, he set those aside and pushed down his trousers, stepped out of them and kicked them aside.

When he was clad only in his shirt and underpants, Malfoy ordered, "Stop. Not slowly enough. I will do the rest. Stand still and do not move."

Lucius watched him for a long moment and then stood, holding his cane. Using the steel tip, he parted Severus' shirt first to one side and then the other. Running the tip down the clearly visible ribs, he made the other man shiver in response.

Lucius commented, "Living on nerves and black tea, again, I see, my dear double agent. I'll have to do something about that." He walked behind Snape. Pulling the dark hair to one side, he feathered a kiss on the man's pale, graceful neck. "It's a pity you weren't born female. I hear the muggles have a fashion for tall, slender women. The waif look, I believe it is called."

Severus snorted at that. "And a nose that could crack a camera lens. I really don't believe that's in style with either wizards or muggles."

"Silence," Malfoy reminded, a whispering breath on Severus' neck. "I happen to... admire your facial endowment. It's become quite the fetish with me, to see my cock buried in your mouth with that nose thrust into my pubic hair. There's really nothing quite like that sensation."

"It's a pity that Madame Hooch has a pert up-turned nose then..."

"Shhhhh," breathed Lucius on the other side of Severus' neck, making the pale, dark haired man shiver again. "It's us tonight, my dear, and I intend to enjoy what is before me."

He reached up and slid Snape's shirt off first one shoulder, then the other, running his warm hands over his friend's exposed shoulders. Finally, pulling the shirt all the way off, he paused for a moment to admire his friend's pale, scarred back, enjoying how the muscles played over each other as Snape began to fidget in the chilly room.

"Stand still," he reminded and the other man ceased his restless movements. Lucius reached to the waistband of Severus' underpants and achingly slowly eased them down his hips, exposing his growing erection.

Lucius knelt and had him lift first one leg, then the other, and tossed the underpants aside. He stood and walked around to face Severus. He knelt down on one knee and surveyed the stiff cock before him. Lucius bit his lower lip and smiled up at Severus, "Ah, but you are too beautifully male to ever be female." He ran one hand up between Severus' legs to gently fondle his balls, making his cock jump. "You have such lovely, large, pendulous balls, I would never want to replace them with a mere muff."

Severus smirked and said, "If I recall correctly, neither one of us is adverse to mere muffs, they are such lovely places to bury one's face and prick in."

"But neither are we adverse to others who have pricks instead, as well as burying them...elsewhere." Lucius smiled and stood. He leaned in and touched his lips to Severus' for a brief moment. Severus' lips parted, expecting more, but Lucius drew back and walked around to the back of his friend.

He put his hands on the pale shoulders before him and drew Severus back against his chest and groin. He ground his clothed erection against the other man's bare arse, murmuring, "and I know where I want my prick tonight."

Severus thrust back against his friend. Lucius responded by running one hand down and around to Severus' waist. His long fingers teased the trail of hair leading down to Severus' groin, making him sigh and try to lean back even further into his friend.

"Lucius, for the love of Merlin, stop teasing. It's bloody cold in here. I would like to go someplace a bit warmer in this huge pile."

"Are you cold, my friend? Perhaps I should do something to keep you warm." Lucius' hand slid further down and surrounded Severus' cock, slowly stroking it. "Perhaps I'll just bend you over that chair and take you. Would that keep you warm?" He stroked more firmly, making the other man shiver with need.

"Lucius, please..."

"For a half-blood you are most polite. What else can I do but oblige. Now kneel down and bend over that chair. That's good. Bury that lovely nose in the cushion and see if you can suss out who else may have sat there."

"Lucius!" exclaimed Snape, feeling his erection flag a bit at the thought and the chill of the room.

"Oh never mind, I just wanted to see how sensitive that nose of yours is."

"That's revolting."

"Ah well, another time, perhaps." Lucius walked up behind his kneeling partner and gently kicked his knees further apart. He knelt down between those legs and ran a hand over the other man's arse, squeezing one cheek, then the other. "Your buttcheeks are so lovely after I've spanked them. Just the perfect shade of rose against that white skin...," he murmured under his breath. Severus felt his erection recover from its earlier reticence, becoming harder than it had been before.

"But...we'll have to save that for another time as well. I'm feeling much too randy to do them justice. Are you ready for me, my dear?"

"Please, Lucius," Severus whispered. "Please..."

Malfoy pulled his wand out of the top of his cane and murmured a lubricating spell pointing at the fingers of his right hand. He then opened his trouser fly, pulled out his cock and murmured the lubricating spell again. He pointed his wand at Severus' arse and murmured a cleansing spell.

Fondling one buttcheek with his left hand, he slid an exploratory finger of his right into the anus bared before him. Severus quivered and thrust back against the finger.

Lucius slowly slid the finger in and out a few times, testing his friend's readiness. He slid in another finger for a few strokes and then a third.

"Lucius!" Severus gasped. "Quit playing around back there, I want your..." He groaned as the other man quickened the pace of his hand, curling his fingers just so to brush at the sensitive prostate within.

"You want what?" Lucius said airily.

"Your cock. I want your cock. Please..."

"Well, since you are asking so nicely..." Lucius quickly removed his fingers and slammed his large cock halfway in Severus' anus in one smooth stroke.

"AH GODS," the other man shouted.

Pausing for a long moment to allow his friend to adjust to the intrusion, Lucius reached around and stroked Severus' not inconsiderable cock to further hardness. The other man sighed and flexed his hips back, trying to get Lucius to move. Lucius pulled back and thrust his cock in again, this time to the hilt.

Severus moaned at the sensations. "Lucius, please... take me," he said, gasping.

Malfoy removed his hand from the other man's cock. He bent over, raised the other man's long hair and whispered, "Severus. I'm going to take you hard. I want you to pleasure yourself as I do so. I will not stop until I have come. I want to see my seed dribbling out of your arse. I want to remember you bent over this chair. I want the image to stay with me as I bed my new wife. I'm sure she has a lovely muff, and strong legs to clasp me with, but your arse..." He sighed and thrust heavily into the other man. Severus thrust back in response.

Lucius grabbed the other man's hips firmly and began hammering his cock into Severus. Both men gasped at the increasing sensation, Severus' hand was stroking his own cock in time. What Lucius was doing was bordering on the painful, but Severus found a little pain, a mere soupcon, would make him come that much harder.

Both men moved, their bodies slamming together, Lucius' balls slapping at the back of Severus' thighs. Harder and harder Lucius thrust his cock until he could feel Severus' sphincter begin to tighten, signaling the other man's impending climax. He leaned over and thrust three more times as hard as he could, then fiercely pulled the other man's hips and arse back against his groin as he came. Severus came shortly there after and both collapsed, gasping, onto the chair.

A few quiet moments later, Lucius murmured in his friend's ear, "Are you warm enough now?"

TBC...