The Bid

This was a gift fic for Deathanglegw

The Bid

Snape kept the hood in place as he went through the front door of the exclusive hotel. As he eyed the floral arrangements and large stone fireplaces at either end of the lobby, he hoped that Karkaroff hadn’t dabbled in the school treasury to pay for this place. That was a dangerous game to play and could easily be traced. It was really of no matter to Snape where they met. This place, in particular, held no real appeal to the Potions Master since this would be exactly the type of place Lucius would have chosen. The thought of his lover made him scan the lobby one more time before taking the first step of the elegant staircase.

He moved down the hall, counting the doors until arriving at number 22. He pulled the key that had been enclosed in the letter from his pocket and it slid easily into the lock. The door clicked behind him quietly as he stepped in. It was a comfortable room. Not overly lavish, but nice with velvet bedclothes and a warming fire in the corner of the room. Snape pulled the hood from his head and looked around. He moved toward the decanter of wine sitting on the side table next to the bed. It was a lucky guess on Igor’s part in getting Severus’s favourite red wine. A scrape of a key in a lock had Severus looking up at the door. Igor Karkaroff stepped inside with a dramatic flourish, his cloak whirling about him as he turned to shut the door.

“Ah, my dear Severus,” the man exclaimed in his tongue rolling accent as he came forward. “It has been too long, has it not?”

“I do not count my calendar, Igor, if that is what you are getting at,” Severus stated. He allowed the other man to swoop down and claim his lips.

“I was quite surprised,” Igor breathed as he pulled back from the kiss and ran his hands down Severus’s arms. “I had no idea that you would have this grand place in mind for our meeting. Very lavish, yes?”

Snape’s eyes sharpened and he immediately stilled. “I sent you the invitation for this meeting?” he asked softly.

Igor stopped as well. “Of course, you…” His eyes widened as he stared at Snape.

Severus stepped back and looked about the room. His senses were on high alert as he pulled his wand.

“Accio wands!”

Snape’s wand flew out of his hand in the blink of an eye, along with Karkaroff’s. They sailed through the air until they seemed to stop in mid air.

“What is this?” Igor hissed. Severus eyed the wands and seemed to settle himself into his own skin. His eyes were sharp, but his stance was calm.

“Yes, my raven, you know, don’t you?” a familiar voice drawled.

The air shimmered behind the two wands. The air seemed to part and then revealed the regal form of Lucius Malfoy.

“Malfoy!” Karkaroff breathed.

“Yes, rat. So you do remember me.” Lucius tossed the invisibility cloak down on the small stool near him and held the other men’s wands up. With a whispered word they disappeared.

“What have you done with my wand?” Karkaroff shouted.

“It is safe. Do not worry. I have only levelled the playing field.” Lucius smiled benignly as he spoke.

“How have you done that when it is you that has the wand?” Karkaroff jeered.

“Yes, but there is only one of me.” Grey eyes shot to Snape. “Why so quiet, my dear? Are you not happy to see me? I rented this lovely room for you and even bought you your favourite bottle.”

“I am merely waiting to see what you have planned,” Snape said quietly. Lucius smirked, his eyes glowing with something other than mirth.

“Yes, always my very smart raven. I hope for your sake, Karkaroff, that you were aware how very sharp this particular man is. Severus has the most amazing intelligence.” Lucius looked back at the Bulgarian. “Much smarter than you. I mean he never had to resort to turning into a babbling magpie in order to save his own skin. No,” Lucius looked back at the professor, “my Severus is much more cunning than that.”

“Malfoy, I do not know what game you are playing at--”

“The question is,” Lucius interrupted Igor, “do you know what game you started?” Malfoy’s words now held a sharp sting. “When you first touched his pale skin or whispered to him in the dark? Because I am quite sure Severus would have informed you that he is, and has been for some time, my sole property!”

Karkaroff looked nervously from one man to the other. Snape never flinched, never moved as he kept his eyes on the golden aristocrat. “Yes, he did mention that you were lovers,” he said in a low voice.

Lucius sneered. “Not were, Karkaroff. Are. And I would love to know why you would ever attempt to make a cuckold of me.”

“You can not be cuckolded by anyone other than your wife, Lucius,” Severus said quietly. Grey eyes flashed and Lucius took several quick steps forward, unwittingly revealing how very agitated he was.

“Is that it, then, my dear? Were you angry with me for having to leave our warm bed to go to her, hmm? Is the Bulgarian nothing more than revenge?” Lucius said this with a quick smirk at Karkaroff.

“Or perhaps it was a pity fuck?” Lucius laughed. “Did the ugly and shut out man who had been completely renounced by anyone of quality, pull on your one remaining heartstring, Severus?”

“Malfoy, if you have something to say, then say it!” Karkaroff had apparently already cracked over the tension in the air. Lucius ignored him and walked closer to Severus.

“Tell me, my precious, why you would go from my silk sheets to his burlap. What could you find in his arms, hmm?” Lucius used his cane to stroke a line from Severus’s ear to his chin, using the tip to turn the blank face to look at him. “Love?” he asked in a snide tone.

“Have I ever struck you as a man who would search out such a gossamer thing?” Severus asked with a raised eyebrow. Lucius looked deep into black eyes and grimaced.

“No, you have never struck me as such a man. But you have never been this incredibly reckless.” He pulled back the cane and strode to the other side of the room, sitting himself down in the wingchair near the fireplace. He casually crossed his legs and eyed the other two men. “Now, I believe I must do an experiment to discover why my raven would fly so far away from home. Unless, of course, you can provide an answer, Karkaroff.”

“I am sure that he simply found you lacking!” Igor bit out, his accent thickening in his anger and no little amount of fear. Lucius Malfoy was not one to be on the wrong side of the wand with.

“Yes, but what is it that I am lacking?” Malfoy seemed to ask himself, but his eyes glittered with malice. “With these annoying questions hovering about, I shall simply have to observe the two of you being intimate and discern for myself the reason for Severus’s defection.”

“That is absurd!” Karkaroff took an angry step forward. “If you wish him to be yours solely, then I shall not stop the two of you! Have him with my compliments!”

“Oh now, that is not very nice.” Grey eyes sliced to Severus with amusement. “You see, my dear? Your clandestine lover has abandoned you. Cast you aside as so much rubbish. Why, he would leave you here and not care that I could harm you in my jealous rage.”

“Yes, he could,” Severus said calmly.

“Thank you, Karkaroff, for your permission to have my lover,” Malfoy bit out as he looked at the other man. “But, you see, I would forever be in torment not knowing what I may be lacking. So, if you please, undress and get to it.”

“I will not!”

“Yes, you will!” Lucius leaned forward and unsheathed his wand. “You will fuck my paramour right now or I will be forced to give out some very unseemly information regarding your activities in your school. I know about the boys, Igor. I suggest you don’t balk again!”

Karkaroff went pale at the accusation. His throat worked for a moment and then he turned to Severus.

“And what do you have on me that will get my cooperation, Lucius?” Severus asked.

“What, indeed, my dear.” Lucius leaned back with a smirk. “I have quite a list of people that were quietly disposed of using poisons that you made. Poisons that you sell quietly and illegally through a merchant in Knockturn Alley.” Lucius tsked and shook his head in mock sorrow. “Whatever would your benefactor and employer say to that small fall from grace, I wonder?”

Severus stared back defiantly and then his hands rose to his throat and he undid the tie to his cloak. It fell to the ground and Lucius’s smile grew. Karkaroff watched for a moment and with a deep breath, he also began to undress.

Both men were naked and standing before him when Lucius spoke. “Very nice. I have, of course, seen your body many times, Severus. But I must say that I am quite impressed with Karkaroff’s here. I had no idea that you were so robust in the chest. And quite adequate in manhood as well.” Igor grimaced but remained silent. “Well, proceed,” Lucius said expectantly.

Igor looked at Snape and then moved forward, grasping him by the neck. Their lips met in a hard and dry kiss. Neither one particularly in the mood now. Snape stood still, his arms to his side as Igor pressed forward and licked Snape’s lips open. Their tongues entwined and it appeared that Igor had regained some of his passion. He wrapped his arms around the thinner man, pulling him closer. Tighter. Until both of their cocks rubbed against each other. Igor’s hand ran down Snape’s arm and then down his hip and thigh, drawing the leg up, so that their groins could be closer. Snape was still flaccid, but Igor’s was rising steadily. With a deep groan, the Slav pulled away from Snape’s lips and attacked his throat, his stubble reddening the pale skin.

“Does he always take this long in rising, Karkaroff?”

Igor’s body tensed for a moment at the cultured voice across the room. With a sneer, he turned to face Malfoy.

“Are you insinuating something, Malfoy?” he bit out.

“I? Oh no,” Lucius claimed in innocence. “I am merely trying to understand the dynamic in your romantic liaisons. I see that you are quite able to perform. But our dear Potions Master seems to be a bit lacking?”

“I am sure it has more to do with the current extra company!” Igor turned back and roughly grabbed hold of Snape’s member, jerking on it in an attempt to get it to rise. Snape sneered and pulled the callused fingers away.

“He is obviously baiting you,” Severus said with narrowed eyes. “Do not be so easily played.” Karkaroff grunted and again began kissing and biting at Severus’s neck, his hand coming up to tweak Snape’s nipples. They rose at the play and a twitch was seen from Severus’s groin.

“I had assumed that you, Karkaroff, would be the aggressor in this pairing. Severus is much more amendable to following while in the bedroom. But it appears that it is he that runs things? Is it because you are the master of your boys that you crave a taskmaster in your adult lovers?”

A snarl came from Karkaroff and he shoved Snape onto the bed that had been waiting beside them. Snape fell onto his back and barely had a moment to orientate himself before the bigger man fell on top of him, licking at his chest, pulling on his cock. A meaty fist grabbed and held his wrists above his head as teeth bit into his neck and shoulder.

“Is this where we are headed, then, Lucius?” Severus called out calmly. “You are going to bait him into raping me?”

“You cannot rape the willing, my raven,” Lucius bit out. His golden head appeared in Lucius’s field of vision over Igor’s shoulder. Lucius stopped at the foot of the bed and peered dispassionately at the scene. Karkaroff was now moving down Severus’s body, biting and pinching, leaving red and wet marks in his wake. “But, if Karkaroff can not make you respond, then I will surely be confused as to why you would choose such an incompetent bed partner.”

Lucius’s words were fuel on the fire. Igor’s ministrations became rougher as his prowess as a lover was being ripped to shreds. His mouth found Severus’s soft flesh and immediately pulled the entire thing, sac and all, into his mouth. He tongued and sucked until finally the flesh began to harden. Snape’s eyes never broke contact with Lucius’s until that moment. His lids slid shut as feeling began to pool in his lower extremities. It wasn’t exactly pleasure, but at least it was something that Igor had gotten right.

“Ah,” Lucius said in a bored tone. “I see you are able to provide at least rudimentary level techniques. You must seem like a god to your boys,” Lucius said to Karkaroff. Snape winced as teeth scraped against him. Igor turned to face Malfoy.

“I am more a lover than you, Malfoy,” he spat out. His hands began to roughly pull Severus’s legs apart, his breathing heavy with anger. Snape realized this was not going to be pretty.

“Stop it, you twit,” he hissed and kicked the hands off of him. He pulled himself up towards the headboard but his legs were grabbed and yanked him back down.

“Oh no, Severus!” Karkaroff growled. “You will not dismiss me. It was I that you ran to, it was I that has had you in bed more than he in the past quarter year. You will not kick me away like a homeless mongrel!”

“He is purposely pitting us against each other!” Snape again tried pulling his legs away from the now bruising grip. “I can only hope for the sake of your school that you are smart enough to realize this!”

“Yes, Igor, think of your young nubile boys,” Malfoy drawled with a chuckle. Karkaroff snarled and brutally yanked Severus’s legs apart and dragged him closer.

Severus grabbed a pillow and threw it at the Slav’s head. He felt ridiculous, but Igor outweighed him considerably and had a good three inches on him. Without his wand, it was a woefully unbalanced struggle. “Lucius. What do you hope to accomplish, may I ask?” Severus said in a calm tone as Igor’s fingers were beginning their assault on his arse.

“Accomplish, my precious? I only wanted to learn from my mistake,” Lucius moved to the side of the bed and closer to Snape. “I only wish to know what he had that I did not?” Lucius’s voice was nothing but innocent concern. But his eyes told another story. Lucius never could control his betraying eyes. Anger radiated out of the grey depths and Severus would use it for all it was worth.

“Then, if Igor performs in a exemplary way and we have torrid sex, you will leave us to it?”

The eyes flashed again but the aristocratic face remained pleasant and calm. “Leave you to it?”

“Yes. You would forfeit your claim on me and never bother us again?” Severus held back a wince as Karkaroff tried more fingers than was advisable. But the small crack in Lucius’s armour was worth it. Malfoy glanced down at Igor and then back at Severus.

“Of course,” he said calmly. Severus nodded and then rose up onto his elbows.

“Igor, I want your lips up here,” he called out. Severus was not an overly demonstrative lover, but he was an adept liar and manipulator. He would be putting it to the test this night, for the last thing he ever wanted to do was play the coquette to Karkaroff while Lucius looked on in anger.

Karkaroff was too far into what he was doing and Severus had to restrain for kicking him again. Instead, he used his foot to drag along the outside of the bigger man’s thigh and towards his groin. Igor looked up then with a frown.

“I said I want your lips up here,” Severus said in a husky tone. “I would ask that you ravage my mouth before moving on to other parts of my anatomy.”

Karkaroff grinned and moved quickly. Severus found himself flat on his back again with Igor’s tongue in his mouth. Severus knew what the other man enjoyed and quickly played the submissive. He grabbed hold of Igor’s shoulders and moaned ever so quietly, as if he hadn’t wanted to make the sound. Karkaroff’s mouth ravaged his, as requested, and the heavy cock was ground into his.

Snape spread his knees apart just a bit and then struggled to pull his lips away. “Will you use the salve I brought? I made it especially for tonight. You’re just too large to take without it, I’m afraid.”

Igor groaned and began kissing and biting at Snape’s collarbone. “Give me your potion, then, Severus. I will use it.”

Snape calmly began pushing at the other man’s shoulders until he was allowed a bit of room to manoeuvre. He smoothly swung his torso off the bed and grabbed at his discarded cloak, dragging it towards him until he was able to get to the pocket. Igor kept himself busy, kissing and licking at Severus’s back, running his fingertips along the back of the pale thighs.

Snape pulled back up onto the bed and held the small bottle out. Blunt fingers grabbed it from him and began fumbling with the lid. Snape moved into position, grabbing the headboard, his knees on the pillows. Those blunt fingers were now on his arse, spreading him open.

“This is ridiculous!”

Both men froze at the disgusted exclamation, reminding them that they were not alone. Well, reminded Karkaroff. Snape had never forgotten their audience.

Lucius once again moved back to the side of the bed. Snape watched him over his shoulder, his black hair falling into his face just enough to obscure his peripheral vision. But Lucius’s bluster was very clear.

“You are just going to rut on him?” Lucius asked shocked dismay. Severus was quite happy at this obviously emotional Lucius. They had apparently hit a nerve.

“That is what we do, of course,” Karkaroff defended. His tone implied that Malfoy was being daft.

“That is preposterous!” Grey eyes flashed to Severus. “So, you wanted fast and rough, then? This is the reason you have been sneaking behind my back?”

“I don’t know what you could possibly mean, Lucius. But I do know that you are once again interfering in this “experiment” of yours.” Severus remained calm as he spoke.

“Mean?” Lucius snapped. “I mean that if I had not revealed myself, the janitorial staff would already be in here preparing for the next occupant!” Lucius’s cane came down on the bed hard as he glared at Karkaroff. “Your boys may not be able to last long, but Severus can carry on all night! And you would have him fucked and gone in mere minutes!” he said in disgust.

“What we do, Lucius, is hardly--”

“Do not finish that sentence!” Lucius growled at Snape. “I will not allow this complete travesty to continue.” Lucius threw his cane across the room and then pulled at the buttons on his shirt. “I have spent years training you, Severus! I will not have this bumbling idiot despoil you!”

“Who are you calling a--”

“You want rough and quick, Severus?” Lucius asked as he pulled the shirt off of him and tossed it after his cane. “Then fine, we will do that. But we will do it with finesse and attention!”

Severus watched as Lucius quickly undressed and was climbing onto the bed with them.

“You are ten times a fool, Karkaroff,” Lucius hissed as he pulled the tub from the other man’s hand. Pale tapered fingers snatched out at Severus and quickly grabbed him by the hair.

“There is more involved in being dominant, Karkaroff. It is not merely being rough and fast.” Severus fell backwards from the harsh tug in his hair, his head landing on Lucius’s thigh. “It is about being cruel and never being bullied or played by your lover.” The fingers tightened in the black strands, making Snape wince. “Isn’t that right, my raven?”

“Yes, Lucius,” Snape whispered. Karkaroff looked in awe of the complete deference Snape’s voice had given.

Lucius leaned down and whispered over Snape’s face as he petted his cheek with a free hand. “You are going to do as I say, aren’t you my pet?”

“Yes, Lucius.”

“And what’s more, we will show this idiot all that you can do, won’t we?”

“Yes, Lucius.”

“Karkaroff, lie down flat will you,” Lucius ordered. Igor gave him a wary look. “Come, come. If I were going to kill you, I’d have done it by now. Lie down flat. Severus is going to show you how talented he is. You should feel especially fortunate, because I have a strong feeling that you have yet to see all that my raven is capable of.”

Karkaroff gave one last look at Lucius and then did as he was instructed, lying flat on his back, his head on a pillow.

“Up and over, Severus,” Lucius commanded. Severus pulled himself into a sitting position. “And face Karkaroff.” Severus nodded and then knee walked up to Igor’s hips. He swung a leg over and held himself above the supine man’s groin.

Lucius praised him and then quickly pushed a finger inside Snape’s exposed opening. Severus gasped at the forced intrusion, but held his position. Karkaroff could see everything and was quite enjoying the show. He nearly bucked Severus off his position when Lucius had grabbed hold of the Slav’s hard prick.

“I hope your reaction is to my talent,” Lucius murmured, and then chuckled. “Or perhaps you were worried about the continued existence of your manhood.”

“Get on with this, Malfoy!” Karkaroff growled.

“Kiss him, Severus.”

Snape leaned down and licked and nibbled at Igor’s lips. Snape had never done this for the man and Igor was obviously enjoying it. The kisses and whatever else Lucius was doing. A big hand grabbed the back of Snape’s head and smashed him closer to the stubbly upper lip and chin.

“Ah, now you see,” Lucius said as Snape’s mouth was raped. “You have absolutely no finesse, Karkaroff. It is a good thing I involved myself when I did or you would have completely destroyed all my hard work with Severus.”

A second finger was pushed deep inside Snape and he moaned a bit at the familiar feeling.

“I do believe we are ready for the main event. I would normally have built this up much more, but we are doing this by Severus’s guidelines and he requested fast and rough, yes?”

Snape pulled back from Karkaroff. “I don’t believe I ever said anything like that, Luci--” His words were jerked to a halt as Lucius yanked Severus back by the hair again.

“Did I tell you to speak?” Lucius asked in a dangerous voice. Severus swallowed and shook his head. “Then don’t do it!” Severus was released roughly. “Sit down, Severus. You have earned your reward of stretching yourself on his cock alone.”

Severus put his hands on Karkaroff’s lightly furred chest and lowered himself down, Lucius helpfully holding Igor’s hard flesh at the right angle. It burned, of course, but not for long. Severus, after all, was quite proficient at this now. The head popped through the ring of muscles and then with an exhaled breath, Severus sat down on Igor’s groin.

Karkaroff groaned and his hands clenched on Snape’s hips.

“Very good, Severus,” Malfoy praised while petting the black hair. “Now ride him.”

Snape nodded and lift his body up and then down, repeating it slowly. He felt the bed shift behind him and then the lean and lightly muscled body that Lucius often kept hidden under his finery came past his shoulder and towards Karkaroff.

“We are going to do something fun. I don’t often participate in a ménage tois, but we shall endeavour to do our best, yes?” Lucius spoke as if they were at a garden party and attempting to play lawn darts. The pale knees came to rest at Karkaroff’s shoulder, but Igor had eyes for only Severus. And Severus only had eyes for Lucius.

One perfectly manicured hand came out and caressed Karkaroff’s stubbly cheek, drawing the dazed eyes to him. “Do as I say, Karkaroff, and you may just learn something.”

Lucius then rose up a bit higher and, in a wholly un-anticipated move by Snape, straddled Igor’s face.

“I do hope you are not as bad at oral sex as you are at foreplay, Karkaroff,” Lucius drawled. “After all, you do seem to be able to use your mouth to get yourself off, now don’t you?”

“I can do anything you can, Malfoy!” Igor growled, his voice become hollow as it entered the fleshy tunnel of Malfoy’s body straddling his face and Severus’s straddling his hips.

“I would not make such patently false claims, Karkaroff. But please do attempt to prove me wrong.” With those words, Lucius sat on Karkaroff’s face. There was a slight muffled sound and then Severus could see Igor’s jaw working as the Slav got to work at licking between Lucius’s arse cheeks.

“Now, Severus,” Lucius called to him. “Don’t think, mmm.” The pale cheeks were becoming flushed and Lucius had to work at not having his voice crack while speaking. “Don’t think that you can slack off,” he continued. He reached out and cupped his hand around the back of Snape’s head. “I want to see that sharp tongue of yours do more than lay lax,” he said huskily and pulled Severus down.

Opening his mouth, Snape enveloped Lucius’s prick. He licked and sucked, nibbled, and tickled, just as he knew Lucius liked it. It was almost by rote now. The difficult trick was to not lose his rhythm as he impaled himself on Igor and sucked at Lucius.

“Oh yes, my lovely. Just perfect.”

Snape wasn’t sure whom Malfoy was moaning to, but as he was the recipient of all the endearments this night, he assumed it was he making Lucius lose control. He felt Karkaroff take a deep breath underneath him and Malfoy cried out softly at whatever redoubled efforts Igor had mustered. Then more than just the chest moved. Karkaroff’s hips were jerking and Snape knew from experience that his ride was almost done.

No sooner than the thought had flitted across his brain, then Igor’s muffled shout was heard and he was jerking hard up into Severus as he came.

“Tsk tsk, Karkaroff. No timing. Very well,” Lucius said with a sigh of disappointment. “We will put your mouth to continued good use.”

He wasn’t sure when they had moved or how, but Snape now found himself on his back, Lucius’s head between his legs as he sucked expertly on Severus’s cock. Igor was also on his back again, but in reverse and Lucius still straddled him, but instead of his arse, Karkaroff now had Lucius’s prick in his mouth. Snape could have never imagined such a bizarre and exciting turn of events as this.

Lucius had two of his fingers inside of Severus and was expertly strumming over the spot of nerves. The heat in the room was phenomenal and Snape was sweating and moaning and rubbing his hands over his chest, his nipples and through Lucius’s hair. It really didn’t take long when Lucius used that cunning tongue of his. Snape was coming hard before his brain could acknowledge it. Lucius pulled away with a grin and then began to earnestly plunder Karkaroff’s mouth. It was absolutely stunning to watch. Lucius on his hands and knees, the top of Igor’s head barely visible under Lucius. His hands spread on the coverlet, as wide as his knees as his hips pumped and thrust, Karkaroff taking it, his fingers splayed against the pale arse and back, looking as if he wanted to swallow Lucius down whole.

Gray eyes suddenly looked up and stared right into Severus’s own. And then he was coming and shuddering and falling onto the coverlet. Karkaroff was coughing and panting.

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The door clicked shut and Severus sat on the edge of the bed, waiting. Lucius adjusted his collar in the small mirror on the wall then used its reflection to look at Severus behind him.

“Whatever shall I do with you, my raven?” Lucius turned and looked at Snape with a look of resignation. “I do not appreciate these games.”

“Yes, you do,” Snape answered in a knowing voice. “Besides, I did try a bid for freedom. It wasn’t a game.”

“You wound me, my dear. You act as if you don’t want to be mine.” Lucius moved forward until he had Snape’s face in his hands. “I won’t have anymore of these… interferences. Something much bigger is happening. We cannot continue with these escapades of yours. I am much too busy to continue chasing after you.” Lucius leaned down and kissed the lips softly. “Besides, you signed his death warrant with your body. That will be that traitor’s last romp. He’ll be dead by month’s end.”

Lucius left not long after and Severus knew that he would need to warn Igor. It probably would do no good. But he would try to save one more of his little affairs from Lucius’s wrath.

No one could say that Severus Snape had no morals, after all, if he at least warned them.

The End