title: i want my innocence back

summary: He's only fourteen.

pairings, rating: Severus/Lucius, M?

warnings: Underage, dubious consent

word count: 293

challenges: 10 Pairings Challenge, Weekly Pairings Drabble Competition


It shouldn't be happening like this. Shirt rucked up, pushed painfully against a portrait frame in a shadowed corner of the Slytherin common room at past two in the morning, Lucius's fingers pressing bruises into his skin where it's stretched delicately over Severus's sharp hipbones.

"Why?" Severus demands, but it isn't a refusal, and his shaking hands grip at the front of Lucius's Robes instead of pushing him away. He doesn't have to see the smirk Lucius presses to his jawline to know it's there.

"I don't see Evans wishing you a proper happy birthday," Lucius drawls, drags his teeth over Severus's neck. It shouldn't be happening like this. Severus hisses, arches into the seventh year, involuntarily. He screw his eyes shut, doesn't want to think about Lily, can't, can't admit to himself that this is something he wants that she can't ever give him.

"Does your precious mudblood know what you get up to at night, hm Severus?" Lucius continues, voice razor sharp against Severus's ear, long fingers toying with the top button of his trousers. Severus's breath catches in his throat, and his head hits the surface of the painting with a painful thud.

"Does your darling Narcissa know you go around fucking third years-and filthy half-blood ones, at that-behind her back?" Severus manages back, too out of breath for his tone to hold the appropriate amount of venom.

Lucius very nearly snarls, a fact that makes Severus feel both vindicated and aroused, and withdraws his hands. "Shut it, Snape."

It shouldn't be happening like this, but Merlin, he wants it to. Severus watches him with dark eyes, a twisted smirk playing at his lips, and says, very quietly, "make me." The smirk holds as Lucius pushes him to his knees.