Stygian Narcosis

(They claim to own us and at the same time tell that I am arrogant. Oh, the hypocrisy and self-deceit. -Lucius)

Stygian Narcosis

Severus Snape gets a letter, delivered by Lucius Malfoy's perfectly trained eagle-owl. That damn creature even makes a bow-like gesture before giving the parchment to the young black-haired man. The letter is blank and silver-coloured, a not-so-subtle reminder of how much Severus loves the sight and touch of Lucius' hair, and it reveals its message when Severus touches it with his wand and whispers the word "love". The word he has grown to hate and in the end, there is not much difference between love and hate, one of the facts the young Death Eater has learned from his companion. Severus reluctantly remembers those times Lucius was his hero. No more. Now the lean, beautiful Pureblood is his heroin.

"Sevvie, I need you. Tomorrow at midnight, inside the crypt. This is a matter of life and death. Especially death." That is the message and Lucius hasn't even bothered to sign it with his name but with the Malfoy family crest. The bastard. The fucking bastard. Lucius knows perfectly well that Severus will be there for him. Perfection. That is Lucius' worst trait. His whole being is so utterly delicious. His soft hands that have never been ruined by a single day of work, the moon-pale skin and hair, delicate aristocratic features and flawless body. His subtle dominance, his brilliantly deceitful mind, his cruel ability to grant all the pleasures of flesh and mind Severus craves for. If he feels like it instead of fucking other Death Eaters or forcing his less sophisticated violent lusts on his convenient, not-so-willing fuck toys.

So, Severus rides on his broomstick through the soft velvet of August night sky, under the gentle light of half-moon and stars. The Half-blood Death Eater pays no attention to all this beauty he is surrounded with, for distressed thoughts crash and collide inside his head. Thoughts like shards of glass whirling around. Fine, sharp edges causing thousands of wounds, just like the time he has spent with his elitist silvery-blond Pureblood lover.

The Malfoy family graveyard is a beautiful place in a darkly sensual way. Oak-trees and mazelike bushes grow between black, dark green and pure white marble gravestones and statues of demons and now-deceased Malfoys.
Not that there is much difference, Severus thinks while his expression merges bitterness with interest and worry, the last one an emotion he does not want to feel.

Severus removes his Death Eater mask and walks towards a small crypt, built of black and dark green marble. A crypt so very unlike the ones that can be found in Muggle graveyards. There are no crosses or statues of saints or angels, except one of the fallen one, the Morning Star Lucifer. The most beautiful of angels and the most proud one too, the one who refused to bow before the tyranny of the Demiurge IHVH.

(How very fitting of Lucius and his arrogance to choose this place. Possibly I should just leave him on his own. All alone except for the company of his schemes and lusts.)

Severus knows that he will not do that and opens the door, not able to hold back a gasp when he sees the scene carefully arranged for him. The dark room is lighted with a few black candles and as a perfect contrast, Lucius is laying on the floor, dressed in a simple white funeral gown thin as a cobweb as the narcissistic platinum-blond wants Severus to see his lean, luscious form. Lucius is barely conscious and holds his wand tightly in his hand despite being so weak he can't even raise it. Lucius' skin is even paler than usual and his grey eyes are half-open as he meets Severus' dark, distressed gaze with a calm expression and a weak smile.

"Severus... please, save my life. I am dying." (Oh yes, you will.)
"It certainly looks like so." (What in the name of Arawn is happening here? I should not want to know.)

The young Half-blood's voice is bitter and indifferent, but he knows his eyes betray the care he does not want to feel. He does not want to feel it so bad that he instantly runs to Lucius and holds the beautiful blond's body tight, checking his condition. It’s bad. Worse than bad. There are no wounds, but Lucius' body is cold and his pulse is terribly slow. He is dying slowly. There is a strange familiarity. Severus feels like he should know how Lucius has got himself in this state but the answer eludes his mind as there are so many more things to worry about.

"How? Even my best healing potions can’t help you now."
"I ...know. But you can. Please... fuck me. My blood is freezing in my veins... my heart... my heartbeat... you felt it... I'm begging... please... "

Lucius is not able to form complete sentences anymore and after a last desperate gaze at his lover, the pale blond's grey eyes close and Severus feels a death-cold tingle in his heart. Lucius is right, his only hope is for someone to make him stay conscious and keep his blood-circulation up and buggering him hard is now the only way Severus is able to keep the elitist bastard alive. He cannot bear to lose Lucius and the last sight of those eyes is burning in his mind. Burning like the lust he feels as now he is in control, the silvery-blond Pureblood's weakened, lascivious body at the black-haired wizard's mercy. And he wants Lucius to remember that. Forever.

Severus opens his simple cotton robes and covers his hardened cock with a very good lubricant he carries with him, just in case. He tears the pale Death Eater's gown open, shredding it, spreads Lucius' legs and thrusts his prick deep inside the platinum-blonde wizard's tight channel, not bothering with preparation, telling himself it is to punish Lucius from all his cruel toying with him, not because he wants to save his lover's life. Severus is skilled in the fine art of lying and, sadly, sometimes also at lying to himself.

The black-haired wizard fucks his silvery-blonde companion, rough and hard. The friction hurts him, too, but mostly it just feels wonderful. Lucius' moon-pale body feels warmer now and he is slipping out of his coma, mumbling incoherent words as he begins to thrust his arse against Severus' cock, the very same rhythm, the very same tune of flesh they both know so well. Too well, would the brilliant potions-maker say, but not now as his mind is slipping inside this new deliciously pleasurable situation, as deeply as his cock is buried inside Lucius' almost too willing body.

"Thank... you so... hurts... sweet... more..."
"As you wish, painslut."
"Ahh... deeper... it's not all black... anymore... Severus..."

Lucius opens his grey eyes, shining with pure lust as the pain and the pleasure Severus is giving him brings the platinum-blond Death Eater into life again. Pain and pleasure, the combination Lucius has introduced to Severus who is quite sure Lucius is no longer able to separate one from the other. Deep inside his mind, the black-haired wizard sometimes wonders if he himself has been spending too much time on that blurred line too, but these thoughts have this strange tendency to fade away after every new experience of twisted ecstasy with Lucius. The young Half-blood's thrusts become even more brutal and as he withdraws his cock from Lucius' arse only to bury it violently inside his lover's tight channel again, he notices, absently, that Lucius is bleeding.

(The twisted bastard probably loves that, too.)
"Sevvie... ahh... you are beautiful. This combination of... black hair and pale skin... like hate and love, like life and death... yess... life and ...death." (Definitely.)
"Almost as... ah... beautiful as you now.... helpless and submissive. Like a high-class whore, Lucius... you are a slut... Say it or I'll stop." (He's so deep inside his decadent lust that he... will not notice that I probably am not able.)
"Don't... please... I am... your slut... painslut... I need this... need you so much..."
"How much, slut? Tell how much you need me."

Lucius decides to show his needs to Severus, instead. He has gained enough strength to complete one of his plots and rises up on his elbows, touching the younger wizard with his wand and drawls a spell. A spell that prevents Severus from climaxing until Lucius wants him to.

"Veto Emitis."
(Lucius Malfoy and sex magic. You are an Unforgivable Curse.)
"That much. I just can’t get enough of you."

Severus backhands Lucius hard, drawing blood. It now feels like both of their lives depend on this merging of sex and violence. Another blow, for his delicate aristocratic features create a contrast so lascivious with deep red blood on his pale skin. Lucius just moans from pleasure, his grey eyes hazy with lust.

"Ahh... more? I deserve it, don't you think?"

Severus' next blow to Lucius' face could have knocked the pale wizard unconscious, but it does not. He feels absolute debauched delight while his black-haired lover throws his last layers of sarcasm and reluctance away and fucks Lucius' tight channel raw. Beautiful blood, beautiful pain and beautiful control now voluntarily given away.

Lucius clutches Severus' robes and climaxes all over their bodies, the silvery-blonde Pureblood's body spasms and his deliciously tortured channel clenches around Severus' cock, these sensations driving the Half-blood wizard already on the verge of violent orgasm deeper into the ecstatic agony for release he cannot reach. Severus digs his sharp fingernails into Lucius' perfectly pale skin and tries to suffocate his almost inhuman moans.

"Now... beg for me..."
"I... Fuck you Lucius!... I need ...please?"
"Mm... that's the word. Finite Incantatem."

Severus thrusts his cock deep inside Lucius' arse in his violent climax so intensely mind-blowing that now his eyes are clouded by blissful darkness. He doesn't know if he's alive anymore, all he knows is that it doesn't matter. Not now. For a while the two Death Eaters just lie together, too weakened to do anything more complicated than breathe. Breathing to the tune of life violently torn from the grasp of death.

Severus manages to rise into a sitting position and holds Lucius' body on his arms. The pale beautiful wizard smears his own semen on his lips and drags his black-haired lover's head down to a passionate kiss. Severus answers greedily, licking Lucius' taste, their tongues entwined together in a way so similar their bodies were just a brief moment ago, and finally, breaks the kiss, biting Lucius' lower lip, drawing more blood. Lucius moans softly and licks Severus' jawline, leaving a thin trail of his own blood on the black-haired wizard's sallow skin.

"Now, that was a delightful moment of unity, don't you think?"
"You soiled my robes with that pure semen of yours, you bastard. I should fucking Avada Kedavra you on the spot."
"Ah... then the pupil would really surpass his teacher, Sevvie... or perhaps not. For I think you'd still miss me."

Lucius purrs and squirms against Severus' body. The brilliant young Half-blood has not offered any of his remarkable healing potions for Lucius for he knows how much the lean, beautiful blonde loves to keep these bruises as mementoes. For a while, at least and deep inside his heart Severus knows how much he wants to leave memories for Lucius. Despite all this and although the young black-haired wizard wraps his arms protectively around his lover's pale body covered only with tattered remains of the white funeral gown, Severus' voice remains dry and sarcastic.

"I have heard the phrase 'dying to be fucked' but... of course you are the one who had to take it to the extremes."
"With quite a lot of ...help from you, Sevvie." (You are going to hate me from this but you're going to hate yourself even more. This is love.)

Lucius smirks, his expression so cruel and amused it reminds Severus of a cat playing with a mouse, tearing its innards to show all the bleeding tissues and ugly entrails inside the small, vulnerable body and then throwing it in the air again, giving the poor creature a little illusion of freedom. The beautiful, lean wizard takes a small black rune-covered bottle from the floor, its shape and faint smell all too familiar to the young Half-blood. A bottle that has contained Stygian Narcosis, a slowly killing potion Severus has invented himself.


ENDNOTES: 1. Obviously dedicated to Chuck Palahniuk as I borrowed the plot from Fight Club. 2. I finally succeeded in answering very personal challenge for me: "Write a fanfic without even one single mention about Draco". It was difficult but I did it. Go me. 3. A really, really huge "thank you darling" for her from beta work (guess my English has improved but it still sucks donkey dicks from time to time), our wonderful friendship and shared obsessions including very bad jokes and absolutely weird time together. Again, also credits for the name of the orgasm-denial spell. 4. Lots of thanks for the band Esoteric for the title (which helped to form parts of the story idea, too). 5. Please, give me feedback. I'm begging. Of course I'd most appreciate constructive criticism but any feedback is humbly asked for. Except Avada Kedavras ...well, I'd just duck behind Harry Potter.