This was an idea that I am playing with and it will probably be a very short fic. Read and Review and let me know what you think.

Narcissa repressed the urge to vomit. She had barely managed to keep the bile down when he squeezed her ass. His nails were clawing in her back painfully; she hoped he hadn't left any bruises. She shut her eyes tight trying to block out his face and the smell. She could taste the fire whiskey on his tongue and could smell the liquor coming out of his pores. She detested the smell and taste of the drink and would complain anytime Lucius would partake.

Narcissa cleared her mind this was for Draco. Her son needed protection. She wasn't a death eater nor part of the Dark Lord's inner circle neither was her husband any longer and Bellatrix was too interested in maintaining her position within the ranks to care for her nephew's well-being. He continued the assault this time paying attention to the delicate pale flesh of her neck. He nipped at her neck causing her breathe to hitch in her throat, "no marks," she breathed out gripping his shoulders. He stopped and pulled away to step back and look at her. "You came here," he said his face blank and partly shielded by his raven hair.

"You came to me...for your son. For Lucius' son. The Dark Lord is furious with your husband and has your son in his sights. It seems that the son will pay for the sins of his father," he approached her slowly drawing out every word; enjoying watching her pale. He came within inches of her, "we all know my place in the Dark Lord's court is secure. Can you and Lucius say the same, Narcissa?" He smirked, "but I'm sure you can always ask Bellatrix to jeopardize her position in the ranks and the Dark Lord's bed," he paused and shrugged, "I am sure she is always willing to help."

Her faced hardened her blues eyes becoming cold. She needed him and he knew it, and he knew that she knew it. She stepped back and slowly started to undue the buttons on her coat. The heavy leather coat hit the floor with a light thud. She reached behind her and began to unzip her dress never once breaking eye contact. The dark emerald dressed pooled at her feet revealing black lace bra, matching panties, garter belt and black thigh high stockings. The black six inch stiletto pumps only added to the 'come fuck me' look.

Severus' mouth went dry and his cock became strained within the confines of his trousers. Narcissa smirked she had him and she knew it. It of course wasn't obvious but she knew Severus and if the deep, but subtle breathing was any indication not to mention the pronounced bulge in his trousers she knew she had him. She had control.

She slowly walked over to the desk and looking over her shoulder took her arm and knocked several pieces of parchment and books onto the floor. She turned and slowly slid onto the desk crossing her legs. His face showed no emotion and his breathing had returned to normal. Narcissa bit her lower lip slowly spreading her legs. "Is this what you want Severus?," she slowly ran her hand down her body sliding her hand into her panties. She began to gently rub and part her folds. She rubbed small circles around her pearl trying to make herself slick and ready. She threw her head back bringing her other hand up to squeeze and pluck her dusty nipples.

Finally, she brought her focus back to Severus. She watched him as she continued her ministrations taking in his posture. He was standing rim rod straight and he had paled. She now had the power but Narcissa took no pleasure in knowing she had the upper hand. He repulsed her; but he would never know that. In exchange for her son's protection she would fuck him giving him all that he desired.

Severus now moved coming across the room in three quick,long strides. He grabbed her by the back of the head forcing her to look up at him before bringing his lips down upon hers. The kiss was hard and passionless. The kiss was done more as a show of dominance than one of lust. He bit her bottom lip and Narcissa could taste blood. She broke the kiss and tried to push him back but was restrained by Severus. He sneered down at her, "if our little arrangement is to stand," he paused watching her expression, "then we will do this my way." He grabbed her dainty wrist causing it to nearly snap from the pressure. She squirmed but he only tighten his hold. She resisted crying out in pain.

Narcissa made no reply but simply nodded a gesture he took as a sign to continue. "You will come to me when I call you. You will do as you are asked, no questions, no complaints," she eyed him before nodding once again. "Now, turn around," Severus ordered. He unhooked her bra, sliding it down her arms while placing a kiss on her shoulder. He stared running his calloused hands down her unblemished back. He hated her. He hated what she stood for. The embodiment of what a pureblood wife was suppose to be; what she had been breed to be. It sickened him; looking at her milky skin. She represented all of the girls who told him that he was beneath them, unworthy of their time.

He continued to stare at her back. He wanted to hurt her, leave his mark on her. He wanted to mark her to let her husband know and to let her know that she had been claimed by an inferior. Someone who was unworthy. He hooked his thumbs into her panties and tore the delicate lace from her body. Narcissa was lace and soon she too would break.

"Turn around and get on your knees," he ordered. Narcissa complied refusing to meet his eyes as Severus freed his member.

Narcissa entered the manor from the fire place in the library. She heard the voice of her sister mumbling to herself coming down the hall. Narcissa was in no mood to hear the insane ramblings of the greatness of the Dark Lord and his eminent victory so she hid in the shadows until her sister was further down the hall before sneaking out and up the staircase.

Lucius had been in bed since his last run in with the cruciartus curse at the hands of the Dark Lord. She approached the bed glad to see that Lucius was asleep. But unbeknownst to Narcissa Lucius was not asleep and he watched from cracked eyelids as Narcissa quickly grabbed her robe and headed for the bathroom.

Narcissa turned on the shower allowing the steam to fill up the room before she removed her clothing and stepped in. She stood under the shower head allowing the water to run over her entire body. She had stayed longer than she had originally planned not counting on the potions professor having such an insatiable sexual appetite. Bile began to rise in her throat as the memories of what she had done tonight. She coughed and dry heaved quickly jumping out the shower and heading to the sink to snatch up her toothbrush. She needed to get the taste of his cock and semen out of her mouth.

Lucius entered the bathroom to find his wife dry heaving into the sink her face pale and shoulders humped. "Are you alright, Narcissa?" Lucius asked leaning on his cane for support.

"I'm fine," she choked out turning around to face him, "I think it was something I ate," flashing a forced smile. Lucius took in her appearance noting the formation of a light bruise on her left wrist.

"Where were you, Narcissa?"

"I took a walk to clear my head," Narcissa said grabbing a towel off the rack and wrapping it around herself.

"In the middle of the night?" he stared at her.

"Yes, I couldn't sleep, Lucius."

Lucius walked forward and stooped down to pick up her discarded lace bra, "you went walking in the middle of the night wearing this," he said offering the offending garment up for her to see.

"Yes, Lucius. I got up and grabbed a bra and some underwear," Narcissa said trying to look offended, "what does it matter? And besides, why are we arguing about this? You should be in bed," she motioned toward him.

"I'm fine," came his dry reply. Narcissa grabbed her robe and headed into the bedroom leaving Lucius alone still holding her bra. Once he was sure that she was in the bedroom he dropped the bra and bent down and picked up her dress and gave it a long sniff. The scent was faint but it was there. The scent was of old books mingled in with the faint scent of parchment and lemongrass. The scent was tinged with masculinity. Lucius threw the dress down with a grunt the scent makeup was no help. Hell, half of the witches and wizards on Diagon Alley had the same smell. Lucius turned and entered his bedroom to find Narcissa already in bed.

Lucius joined her and snuggled into her back. She flinched when he made contact with her. Lucius sighed before rolling over his back now to Narcissa. She drew the covers up around her neck, "I'm sorry, you startled me."

"Don't mention it, it's fine. Goodnight."

Narcissa let out a slight sigh. She could hear the hurt in his voice and decided to roll over and snuggle into his back mimicking his action from earlier. They stayed that way for hours. He laid listening to the light snoring of his wife; he carefully brought her hand to his lips. He noticed the bruise was now more prominent and he examined it in the moonlight. Anger washed over him and he fought hard against the urge to wake her and demand she tell him who had hurt her, whom she was fucking.

Sleep eluded Lucius that night.