[severus/lucius, a first time for everything, 496 words, R.
Requested by Jules
Story © me, characters © JKR. You know the drill.]
SUMMER
In the summer of Severus Snape's thirteenth year he spent a week at Bellatrix's country home; he didn't want to go, but Bella had pleaded, and so he had come. It was secluded, and small, and filled with laughter, because Bellatrix was a happy girl and laughed too much. Lucius was there, too, among others; bright, charismatic Lucius Malfoy, who was always a little mad but you couldn't see it behind the sheen of his silvery eyes, and so people passed it off as individuality.
People are stupid.
The summers are hot, and damp; quite unusual, but everything Bella does and owns is unusual. After all, she's Bellatrix Lestrange, and if she likes a maddening climate, everyone else does too.
The nights steam and the sweat clings even when the sun in gone; and no one can stand it.
Severus is sitting on the back porch with Lucius one of these nights, the air hot and sticky and the fireflies sparking up in distant hills.
"Ever kill a man, Severus?" Lucius asks, quite out of the blue.
Severus shakes his head.
"No?" Lucius murmurs, "no, neither have I."
They sit in silence for a bit longer. Lucius is staring, and Severus is uncomfortable.
"I wonder," Lucius says again, and next thing Severus knows he's pinned to the hot, splintery wood of the porch, Lucius' breath hot on his ear, just like the night air.
"Ever do this?"
"N-no," Snape stutters.
Lucius evidently knows what he's doing, his hands worming under Severus' clothes with undeniable skill, and all the younger boy can do is squirm and think half-formed thoughts, because he's just a scrawny thirteen-year-old and Lucius is this beautiful four-years-older boy who has the world at his fingertips.
He protests and Lucius shushes him; "I haven't done this before," Severus begins, and Lucius cuts him off with a laughing, "There's a first time for everything, Severus."
His hands touch between Severus' legs and he grins, feral, "If there wasn't, nothing would ever get done."
True.
Severus may have started crying at some point but Lucius frankly doesn't care. "Crying never gets you anywhere unless you're a woman, or in the company or women," he scolds, "you are in neither situation, now hush."
Snape doesn't hush. He can't hush. Not when Lucius is touching him like that; kissing him like that. And suddenly the hot air is so cold for him that he protests when Lucius begins to remove his robes, wanting to keep the heat.
Lucius kisses his face; reassures him; lets his tongue lap at the pale torso and his teeth worry a nipple.
And Severus is absolutely mindless.
But suddenly Lucius pins Severus down and sits up, his expression changed; and Severus can see it now, see the madness in Lucius Malfoy's beautiful grey eyes, reflecting the silver of the knife blade.
"Yes," Lucius says dreamily, before the stroke falls, "there's a first time for everything. Because if there wasn't, nothing would get done."
[end note: I didn't kill Snape! I just brutally injured him. Shyah.]