Author's note: I don't own Severus Snape or Lucius Malfoy, although I really wish I did. The writing and slashy goodness comes from me, but the characters? They belong to the wondrous, idol-worthy JK Rowling (all rights reserved). Short, with implied SLASH and angst. R&R please!

The Deatheaters

Lucius didn't blink as the mark was burned into his forearm. He had waited years for this moment. He welcomed the pain. So ironic, that he should so willingly join and follow where he had spent his life trying to lead. Of course, he planned to lead again - and perhaps that was the point. He ran his fingers over the tattoo.

"Thank you, my lord."

"You are mine now, Lucius Malfoy. Forever."

So familiar, and yet...

"Forever, my lord."

He raised his hood, and moved to stand with the others. He would enjoy this.

Lucius had already watched Severus receiving the Dark Mark. He winced inwardly as Severus braved it, biting his lip, and for a second Lucius regretted it. Hadn't he tried years ago to dissuade him? Hadn't he refused to tell Severus any of it? The resolve had lasted weeks, but not long enough, and at least they had a shot this way. Lucius tried to push the memory away. True, Severus had followed him into this, but he was a grown man. He knew the risks.

Lucius stood and watched the others - so many people he knew. It almost surprised him that many had not been in his house. Peter Pettigrew, for one. And then... Adrian Nott. Lucius glowered, the familiar feelings rising, and he fought back the jealousy. He had no reason for that anymore. Not since school. He was past that.

He hoped they killed him before they got there first.