Chapter Two
As soon as Draco had gone back to his room, Lucius breathed easier. He didn't know what Draco was up to, but he didn't want to find out at this moment.
When Severus was done eating, Lucius dragged him back to their room. Lucius lay on the couch, Severus on his chest. They didn't kiss, just relaxed against each other in the warm room. Finally, Lucius heard Severus mumble something. He lifted his head up slightly to look at Severus.
"What? Repeat that again," Lucius said. Severus sighed.
"I asked, 'When did you become so. . . loving of oral sex?' You didn't answer," Severus said, head still lying on Lucius's chest. Lucius laughed.
"So, you did catch that last part of what I said to Draco, didn't you?"
"Wasn't hard to miss," Severus replied, not saying anything more.
"Oh, about how I love the taste of you as you co-"
"DON'T REPEAT IT AGAIN!" Severus yelled, holding himself up with his hands on Lucius's chest.
"Sorry, didn't know that you don't like talking about certain subjects," Lucius said, trying to hiding a grin, yet failing miserably. Severus caught sight of that grin, and couldn't help smiling himself, lowering himself back fully onto Lucius's chest.
"That reminds me; that last part you said to Draco. . . I didn't know you liked to swallow and not spit," Severus said. Lucius laughed, causing Severus's head to bounce on Lucius's chest.
"Since when have you known me to ever spit? Besides, I like how it tastes," Lucius said.
"Lovely! Remind me not to ask you anymore of this matter in the future," Severus said, laughing slightly himself.
"I only like it because I love you," Lucius said, pulling Severus farther up his chest so that he could kiss him. Severus feigned defiance, then gave in when Lucius's tongue sought entrance into Severus's mouth. Severus allowed it, his own tongue joining in the erotic dance taking place in his mouth. When Lucius broke the kiss, Severus grumbled and grabbed Lucius's neck, trying to force his mouth back to Severus's mouth. Lucius smiled, and willingly gave into Severus as Severus had his wicked way with him.
Draco tried to drown out the sound of moans and groans coming from his father's room, but it was impossible; they were too loud to ignore. Draco wondered why his father even wanted Draco's room close to his own, if Draco hated hearing this and his father knew it.
Draco got off of his bed, put on his coat, and Apparated to Snape's old house at Spinner's End. At least here, he thought, I won't be able to listen to Father and Snape make unwanted noises close by. Draco opened the door to the house, and his nostrils were soon assaulted by the scent of Snape. Draco felt a pang in his heart, but walked inside anyways, closing the door behind him as darkness surrounded him.
Draco pulled out his wand, and whispered Lumos. Immediately, Draco could see well enough to find the light switch. As the lights came on, and as Draco put his wand away, he could see that Snape's house was not dusty in the least. And this was quite odd, since Snape had been staying with the Malfoys' for about two years now. He must come back here to clean, Draco thought as he wandered through the house. He noticed a few bottles of wine, lots of books, an old armchair, a fireplace, and a small table in front of the armchair that was stacked high with books. This was just the small living room.
In the small kitchen, Draco found a small stove and microwave, a countertop and sink, and empty refrigerator and cupboards. In Snape's old room, Draco found a good-sized bed covered with the Slytherin colors; green, black, and silver. Draco sat on Snape's old bed, hearing it creak slightly. Draco smiled to himself. Bet that was annoying for Father and Snape. Draco's heart hurt again, and he curled up into a ball on Snape's old bed, smelling Snape as he let his tears flow at lost love. Soon, though, he was sound asleep, dreaming of Snape and him as a couple. It was a good dream.