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Written For: WhiteCotton's SS/LM Easter Drabble Challenge on Severus Sighs.

~ The Easter Bunny Comes ~

Chapter 1

Lucius stood with his arms crossed over his chest, his eyebrows arched to the middle of his forehead. He stifled the laugh that threatened to escape only by clamping his teeth tightly around the knuckle of a forefinger.

"Don't say it," Severus warned.

Lucius quickly averted his eyes, hoping it would help.

It didn't.

Finally, Lucius could resist no more and his peals of laughter split the silence of the room into two halves: one highly amused… the other advancing suddenly.

Lucius barely had time to react. Before he knew it, Severus had him by the wrists, spinning him around forcibly until his cheek was pressed firmly to the cold wall in Severus' private quarters.

Severus leaned forward then, pressing the length of his body against Lucius, pinning the other man's chest and hands against the rough stone. With his lips next to Lucius' ear, he whispered in a low, dangerous voice.

"You find this funny, then?"

Lucius eyed what he could of Severus from over his shoulder. The corners of his lips curled in response, but he said nothing, knowing full well this tacit taunt would bring with it its share of consequences.

The silence only incensed Severus further. He hated being had.

Releasing Lucius' hands, he abruptly turned his lover around to face him. Severus simply stared at him, roving his eyes around Lucius' face, taking in the expression of mirth there with feigned annoyance.

"I'm sorry, love, but you have to admit… this is… highly amusing," Lucius cooed with a soft chuckle.

"I don't see what's so damned funny about it." Severus looked down with disgust at the furry white shorts adorning his lower trunk.

"Do I get to touch your tail?" Lucius asked, his eyes twinkling, clearly enjoying himself now. He snaked a hand around behind Severus and groped the oversized white cotton poof affixed there. Severus lurched out of his grasp sharply.

"Please. It is enough that I was attempting to surprise you with a superbly-crafted leather garment – which I had to commission from an owl-order service, no less – only to put it on and find—" Severus flicked the pink lining of the large white ears on his head angrily, "—that it magicked itself into an infernal rabbit costume!"

Lucius grinned as he trailed his eyes down Severus' bare chest. "How do you know this… costume… isn't turning me on?" He returned his eyes to Severus', lingering there with a fervent stare. As he did so, he brushed one of his hands along the fur of Severus' shorts, cupping his lover's cock possessively. "They do say rabbits fuck an awful lot. Suppose there is any truth to that?"

Severus groaned, unmistakably aroused by the touch.

Lucius leaned towards Severus and kissed him roughly on the mouth, forcing the other's lips open so his tongue could explore the heat and familiar taste there. Severus sighed into the kiss, forgetting for a moment the absurdity of his wardrobe. He refused to let that stop him from making the most of his Easter Sunday.

Severus made a move to dominate Lucius again, his cock twitching excitedly at this unexpected turn of events, now wanting to have his way with his lover.

But Lucius stopped him.

"No, love, I've already told you," his grin lustful. "Tonight, allow me."

Severus arched an eyebrow, feeling his humiliation and ire beginning to melt away at the look on Lucius' face. True, the costume was not what he had intended to order, but it could still prove useful, he realized.

"Oh…?" Severus mocked.

"Oh, yes," Lucius said silkily. "I find I'm rather fancying the taste of rabbit tonight…"

Continue on to Chapter 2 for the conclusion. ;-)