Lucius walked into his room through his study. A look on his face betrayed his actual mental state. A state of confusion that had lately been drawn all over his otherwise expressionless features. He closed the door with a mindless slam.

He walked back and forward with a pacing almost worthy of a fearsome beast in captivity.
Truth be told, that was precisely the way the Malfoy felt. He was pacing back and forward a graceful hand resting on his hip, in an almost feminine gesture, his other elegant hand tracing his lower lip somehow in a more peaceful way than his mental state.

Things had been getting strange. Well strange was not the correct word, in fact it wasn't the only word. Things were weird and obscure.

The word seemed to scare Lucius for the very first time in his life. Yes, everyone who knew him, and who didn't, knew that the man was a fanatic of the Dark Arts. Of course most wizards knew better than to even suggest their knowledge to anyone. But this… this was far from any Darker Art he had ever engaged himself in.

It filled him with fear. With a fear he had never felt. It was true he had been a faithful servant of the Dark Lord, but he had never feared that gruesome creature. And creature was the perfect adjective, for the Lord had not even resembled a human being.

But, the object of his distress was a darker wizard.

Lucius mused with several long thin blonde strands of hair. He kept his tiresome pacing while he twirled bit of his hair through his left hand fingers.

This new Dark wizard was at fault for Lucius' distress. He had made this thing progress into something very strange and dark.

Yet, as he pondered this thing, a feeling that always lurked its way to the surface made its grand unannounced entrance once more.
It was a feeling that he got from the presence, whether physical or mental, of the wizard in question.
It was a feeling so sweet in comparison to any other he had ever felt. It was a feeling of completion, of his souls completion.
It was something out of his control. Something out of the ordinary, and something that even as he tried to describe to himself, he simply couldn't find the exact nor enough words to describe this.

This is driving me mad! He thought. This is so wrong. Yet I can't bring myself to think of anything else… nor anyone else. How can He do this to me. How can something so wrong make me so happy, again.

Lucius mused with the idea of putting age as one of his many excuses to step away from the man who was haunting his everyday life. But he knew only to well that the idea was beyond idiotic after all it was exactly the same age difference between him and his wife the Wizard was simply two years his junior. How can Sev. SEV!! His name is Snape ,Lucius! Do not forget that! Lucius reprimanded himself. Although, the name was so sweet. And yet once again the unannounced feeling reappeared. And he felt happy and total comfort and ease as he said it.

Sev. Yes, he liked the way that sounded. Every bit of it made him happy. His body went limp and he couldn't hold himself up as a warm feeling erupted from the midst of his chest and moved through his veins waking every nerve in their path. The thought of him made his body burn with desire and his heart with uncertainty.

He let his body drop with full force onto his large four poster bed.
Ignoring the impact his body felt, he played with a long strand of his smooth blonde hair. He let his mind play with the idea of actually going through with what he had promised himself not to do.

His mind went through a day dream of what he considered would be feeling the man's hands running through his body.
But it slowly ventured into a memory that Lucius had long forgotten…


The beloved Professor of Potions was seated behind his desk tracing his lower lip with his index finger.

Things had definitely changed for the best. I can see the desire within him. Burning your soul with your restraint. I can see it in your eyes, those usually cold grey, but beautiful eyes. Yet he will mot give in. Or so he claims. The Potions Master was certain that his recent target would give in. Its simply a matter of time. And maybe a little physical incite. His thin lips curling into an elegant sneer.

When he had first pondered the idea, it had seemed out of the question. Snape had even tried to entertain his unsatisfied curiosity with random wizards at a local bar in Hogsmeade. Always seeking entertainment, nothing serious of course.

But even as he messed around shagging the available, but tasteful, his mind simply would always go back to Lucius. The wizard had obsessed him towards the point where he would sleep with someone wishing it was Lucius.

Lucius. For the past months it is always you, Lucius. The wizard thought with an almost absent expression. So hard to get. If you had only given in that first time! My interest would have been dissipated.

But, Severus. Severus. If he would have done that then your process of taking him wouldn't be tasting so good.

The wizard stood as he made that last observation. A smirk had replaced the absent look he had had only moments ago. He made his way to his private quarters.

The chase, it is always the chase. A soft chuckle escaped his lips.


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