Just Between Us

The two men sat on the ground, staring tiredly into the midnight sky. The cold was becoming unbearable now, yet neither faltered from their position. They were on a mission from the Dark Lord, too proud, and a bit scared, to show any signs of weakness.

A few minutes later, feeling the chill take its course up his spine, the younger man, with dark, greasy hair, quickly rubbed his arms. The older man, with long, platinum blonde hair, turned toward him and shook his head. “Snape, you’re freezing,” he stated, as a white cloud escaped his mouth from his warm breath.

Severus Snape glared over at him, as he continued to rub his arms for warmth. The cold finally reached his mouth and his teeth began to chatter. “No shit, Mr. Obvious,” he chattered.

The older man smirked at Snape’s sarcastic comment. He always enjoyed the missions they had together, for they were the only ones who could ever understand each other’s witty banter. “Go inside and get some sleep. I’ll take this shift,” he insisted.

Snape shook his head, as his mouth continued to tremble from the cold. “I can’t leave my post, Malfoy,” he shakily expressed.

This mission was probably the most dangerous one a Death Eater could have taken, since they were not allowed to use any magic whatsoever while on watch. The Dark Lord was very adamant with this rule, for fear their magic would somehow be traced. In fact, the Dark Lord had confiscated their wands, just so they wouldn’t be tempted, or use it by mistake. As both Death Eaters were left defenseless, they only had each other for protection.

Lucius Malfoy gave him a stern look, irritated by his stubbornness. “Stop being such a pompous ass,” he snapped. “You look like shit. Go get some rest, warm up a bit, and then I’ll do the same after you come back,” he demanded. “We’re no good like this. We have to keep our strength up, so we can stay alert.”

Snape stared over at him, before taking a deep breath. He turned toward the cave behind them and then sighed in defeat, turning his focus back to Malfoy. “Fine, but just for an hour,” he conceded.

Malfoy nodded, as he watched Snape slowly stand and walk inside the cave. He turned his gaze back to the house on top of the hill, waiting for any sign inside the home. They have kept watch over this house for a week now, hoping to find something they could bring back and share with the Dark Lord.

During the next hour, Malfoy had developed a strong shiver all over his body, feeling his body become numb. His teeth began to chatter, as he wished he could magically light a fire around him to stay warm. For one brief moment, although he would deny it to anyone who would ask him, he wished there was a muggle around. He remembered a few years ago, during the Quidditch World Cup, when he saw some muggles building a campfire. If only he hadn’t cursed them until after they built the fire, so he could have known how to make one without the use of magic. He shook his head, as the thought of not using magic haunted him. Honestly, how could anyone live in such a manner?

The night air was cruel to his body tonight, and he was left with no heat to warm him. At least with Snape sitting beside him, he was able to release some of his body heat over to him. Now he was alone in the icy, silent darkness, with only the sounds of wolves howling in the distance. His hands shook, as his teeth continued to chatter. He turned to the cave and then toward the house on the hill, contemplating what to do. He shook his head, as the cold air nipped again at his chest, and knew he had to go inside, before he developed frostbite. He slowly stood from his seat and walked inside the cave behind him.

Inside, he found Snape sleeping under a blanket, his body still slightly shivering from the cold. He looked around the cavern, realizing they only had one blanket. They didn’t think much of it at the time, since one was usually on watch, while the other slept, but now he stood above, feeling envious of the man sleeping below. It was supposed to be him sleeping first tonight, but he knew Snape needed it more and decided to switch their shifts. His body shook and his eyes fell shut for a few seconds. He was completely exhausted, as well as freezing, and knew he would be more alert after he slept for a few minutes.

He walked over to the sleeping body and lowered himself to the ground. He slid under the blanket and lay beside Snape. His body stiffened, when he realized how close he was to him, but he paid it no mind for the moment. He told himself he would stay like that for just a couple of minutes, so he could warm himself up a bit, before going back out into the cold to take his watch. He figured nothing bad was going to happen to either of them in the next few minutes, anyway.

“I just can’t seem to get warm,” Snape softly spoke, breaking the steady silence, when he felt Malfoy slip under the blanket next to him. He was too tired, concentrating mostly on the cold, to think about Malfoy leaving his post.

Malfoy hesitated at first, not sure if he should do it, but then realized he would be warming himself up, too, if he did. “Let’s try this,” he quietly said, rolling over on his side and wrapping his arm around Snape’s body, so his back was against his chest. He felt Snape stiffen at the touch, but soon he relaxed. There was nothing intimate about what they were doing, which they both knew, although it was still strange to be touching each other in this way. However, their survival skills came into play now and they were just doing what they could to stay warm.

After a few more minutes of trying to warm up under the blanket, with his arm still wrapped around Snape, Malfoy couldn’t take it anymore and grunted, “This isn’t working.”

“I know,” Snape tiredly answered.

Malfoy tightened his grip around Snape, moving his body closer so he could feel his warmth. “Body heat,” he explained, sensing Snape’s awkward silence.

Snape gulped, realizing one important element they were missing. Needing to test his theory first, he placed his icy hand on Malfoy’s arm, holding it there for a few seconds, feeling the coldness melt away. He took a deep breath, as his theory was confirmed.

“It will stay here,” Malfoy responded, aware of Snape’s theory.

Snape nodded, as he turned toward Malfoy, nervously staring over at him. Malfoy bit his lower lip, not sure if he could really do it. He then took a deep breath, realizing if they didn’t, they could possibly die tonight. He slowly began to unbutton his robes, hands trembling from both the cold and his nerves. Snape soon followed his lead and began unbuttoning his own robes.

The two men sheepishly turned away, as they discarded their clothes, lying naked next to each other. Reluctant at first, but knowing it was mandatory, Malfoy again wrapped his arms around Snape’s body, pushing his exposed chest closer to the man’s bare back. Immediately, they felt the warmth of their touch melt away the cold. They didn’t move from their positions, for they finally found the comfort they needed.

“It will stay here,” Malfoy quietly repeated, shutting his eyes from lack of sleep and the cold, as he subconsciously slid his hand down Snape’s arm.

Snape shuddered, but it was no longer because of the cold. The touch of Malfoy’s hand moving along his skin was amazingly sensual, and he soon became aware of how long it has been since he was last held like this. He never thought another man could actually give him these feelings, but suddenly realized how much he longed for more. He closed his eyes, when he felt Malfoy’s hand slowly slide across his chest, and then softly moaned, when he felt Malfoy’s warm breath on his neck.

Malfoy was moving his hands around Snape’s body, to emit more warmth between them. He didn’t think anything of it, until he realized he was no longer cold, yet still had his hand roaming over Snape’s naked body. He began to think of his wife at home and how much he longed for some needed touch. He shockingly enjoyed the touch of Snape’s soft, delicate skin, and felt himself becoming more aroused, especially when he heard Snape’s low moan. He slowly leaned in, releasing his warm breath inside Snape’s ear. “Severus,” he suddenly whispered, hoping he made the right decision.

Snape froze at the sound of his name being whispered. He opened his eyes and turned to face Malfoy. He saw the determination on Malfoy’s face and felt the strong urge himself. He suddenly heard Malfoy’s words fill his mind. It will stay here. He lifted his hand up toward Malfoy and gently brushed the blonde locks away from his face. “Lucius,” he whispered back.

Hearing his name sound from the man’s mouth, Malfoy crashed his lips on Snape’s, needing to find out how tasty those tantalizing lips actually were. He was not disappointed. He continued to kiss him, as he pushed harder onto his lips, not wanting to let go. He nibbled on the bottom part of his lip, before gliding his tongue along the swollen part he just tasted. He heard Snape moan in satisfaction and soon began to feel more adventurous. He ran his hands through the man’s hair, not expecting it to feel so soft and, dry? He expected, at least, for it to feel greasy, but was greatly mistaken. He smirked to himself, as he continued to tousle his hair.

Snape wrapped his arms around Malfoy, kneading his hands along his back. He heard Malfoy growl and knew the man was getting more aroused. He parted his mouth when he felt Malfoy’s tongue begging for entry. He lifted his hand behind Malfoy’s head, forcing their lips to stay close to one another. Their naked chests left no gap in between.

Malfoy rolled over, so he was now lying above Snape. He let his hands wander over his body, as he began to kiss along his jaw line. He brought his lips over to his ear and began to softly nibble on the lower lobe. “Just between us,” he whispered in his ear, as he kissed down his neck, stopping on one delicate spot he saw weakened him.

Snape wrapped his legs around Malfoy, when he felt the kiss on his neck. He couldn’t believe this one spot weakened his senses so much. He held Malfoy tightly in his grasp, not wanting him to leave for anything. His breaths were shorter now, matching in time with Malfoy. He bit his bottom lip, as Malfoy lowered himself to kiss his chest. “Fuck, Malfoy,” Snape growled, feeling his insides crave the man touching him.

Malfoy stopped kissing Snape and looked up at him, smirking. He grazed his finger along Snape’s cheek, admiring his rugged features. “If you insist,” he responded, as he again crashed his lips upon Snape’s.

Malfoy slowly moved one of his hands down Snape’s body, enjoying the shivers that he knew had nothing to do with the cold now. He pulled away from Snape’s mouth, wanting to stare at him, as he found his prize below. He licked his lips when he felt how hard his cock had become. He could feel his own hardening more just at the thought.

Snape smiled at him, when he felt the touch below. He cupped Malfoy’s cheek, still needing to feel his touch. He closed his eyes, when he felt Malfoy’s soft lips kiss the palm of his hand that still cupped his cheek. He arched his back, when he became more stimulated at the touch.

Malfoy playfully sucked Snape’s fingers, as he continued to stroke below. He could feel Snape tense and knew he was getting closer. He stopped licking his fingers and moved over to his lips again, loving the taste of them. He grazed his erection over the throbbing one below and closed his eyes, when he felt the sensation run through his body. He slowly opened his eyes, staring down at his fellow Death Eater. “You sure?” he quietly asked, releasing himself from Snape’s lips.

Snape licked his now swollen lips, before taking a deep breath and nodding. “It’ll stay here,” he repeated Malfoy’s words.

Malfoy smirked, “Just between us.”

Snape spread his legs a little wider, while Malfoy moved toward his waiting entrance. He licked his hand to gather as much spit as he could for lubrication and rubbed it over his cock, shivering at his own sensual touch. While readying himself, he realized he should be doing the same for his partner. He slipped a slick finger from his other hand into the man’s warm cavern, hearing him gasp from the action.

He thrust his finger inside, stretching him as much as one finger could, before he slipped in a second one and began scissoring him. He continued to caress his own cock, while thrusting his fingers inside, noticing himself getting a little wetter by his saliva and beginning juices mixing together.

When he knew Snape was fully stretched, he slowly slid inside the opening, feeling the body below stiffen. He softly moved his hands along Snape’s sides, trying to relax him, before moving further inside, releasing a gasp from the sensation.

Snape closed his eyes and bit his lip, as he felt Malfoy move inside. Emotions flooded his mind. He was scared to know that he loved the feeling of Malfoy inside him. He lifted himself up a little, as Malfoy started to thrust. He yelped at one point, as the pain of not being fully lubricated took over.

Malfoy stopped thrusting when he realized he had hurt him. “Are you okay?” he caringly asked, rubbing his hands in tiny circles on Snape’s back.

Snape nodded, feeling his body tremble at the caring voice belonging to Malfoy. “I’m okay,” he whispered. “I just want…need…you,” he hesitated.

For the first time, in a long time, Malfoy smiled. He placed a light kiss on Snape’s back, as he continued to thrust, a bit slower than before. He grabbed Snape’s trembling cock, wanting to give him as much satisfaction as he could give him. He was near the end now and began to move faster, still careful enough not to hurt the man below.

“Malfoy, holy fucking Merlin,” Snape yelled, as he felt his body tense up, knowing he couldn’t hold on much longer. He lowered his head, biting his lip hard, as the movements became much faster.

“I can’t hold on much longer,” Malfoy explained, biting his own lip from the intense pleasure.

“Me either,” Snape answered. “Fuck, do it, Malfoy. Come inside me.”

Malfoy cried out from the man’s words, as he gave one last hard thrust and released himself. When Snape felt the man’s juices inside, he released his own seed, coating Malfoy’s hand.

Malfoy leaned against the man’s bare back, feeling the warmth the two shared. He closed his eyes and sighed, as thoughts of what just happened clouded his mind. He could hear Snape’s low breathing and knew the man was thinking the same thing.

“Malfoy?” Snape suddenly said, breaking the silence they were sharing for the moment.

“Yeah?”

“I’m not cold anymore.”

Malfoy snickered, as he rolled on the ground next to Snape, staring over at him. He noticed a few strands of hair were covering his eyes and wanted to lift his hand to sweep them away, but quickly withdrew the thought. “Glad I could help,” he smirked.

Snape rolled his eyes at the man’s smugness, as he rolled on his back, staring at the ceiling of the cavern. He licked his still slightly puffy lips, remembering how they got like that in the first place. He let out a soft sigh, knowing what they did would never be erased. But the worst part of it was, he didn’t want it to.

Malfoy silently studied Snape’s face and knew he was still thinking about what just happened. He again wanted to move his hand over toward him, to comfort him, but he stopped himself. The moment was now over and they would soon return to their old life, forgetting this ever happened.

He suddenly felt his arm burn and turned to look at the Dark Mark that was glowing red on his skin. He turned toward Snape, who was already looking at him, with his arm lifted up to show he felt it, too. The two men nodded, as they hurriedly dressed in silence.

Once fully clothed, the men sadly turned to each other. The Dark Lord was finally calling them off this mission and they were to return home. They both hesitated on what to say, knowing once they left, the memory would stay hidden here, never to be spoken of again. They both took a deep breath and silently thanked each other with their eyes.

“See you in a minute,” Malfoy spoke first, before Apparating to the Dark Lord.

Snape took one last look around the cave and sighed. He knew it would stay here, just between them, but a part of him wished it didn't have to be. He knelt down on the ground and picked up a rock, carving his and Malfoy's initials in a tiny corner of the cavern wall. Once he finished, he suddenly noticed another set of initials on the wall to the right: HP/DM.

He raised his eyebrows in wonderment. He then laughed at the thought in his head and shook it out. There was no way he could even fathom the thought. He stood up, taking one last look around the cave, and Apparated to the Dark Lord.