A/N: Yay! This one is about twice as long as the first chappie! :D This fic will be SLASH! Guy on guys, ppl. In this, Lucius is only 2 years older than Sev. Sev is 14, so this has minors.
Pairings: Lucius Malfoy/Severus Snape, Remus Lupin/Sirius Black, James Potter/Severus Snape and possibly more.
Warnings: Sex, Abuse, Bondage, Language, etc.
R&R please!
"This," James said as he stepped through the portrait hole, "Is the Gryffindor Common Room."
Severus looked around somewhat nervously, semi-consciously using Sirius and Remus as a shield. A murmur went up as people recognized Snape as Lucius Malfoy's Slytherin fuck-boy.
Yo, James! Is that Malfoy's boy?" One other fourth year Gryffindor asked.
"Yeah! I screwed Malfoy in a duel and won him as mine for the week!" James said. "Everybody, meet Snivellus Snape!" He grabbed Severus' arm and pulled him out from behind Sirius and Remus.
Snape stumbled a little, off-balanced by James' rough treatment. When he regained his composure, he sneered around at the Gryffindors. "Oiy! Snivelly, be polite!" Sirius snapped upon noticing Severus' sour expression.
Severus faltered, then scowled and forced himself to look at the ground. "Good boy." Sirius said, reaching over and smacking Severus on the back a little harder then was necessary.
Snape staggered, and suddenly a welcome sight was holding him up from falling. "Lily?"
"Severus! What are you doing here?" The red-head demanded.
Snape shrugged, looking lost and hopeless. "Lucius lost a bet with the Gryffindorks over there," He said motioning towards the Marauders, "And now Potter owns me for an entire week." He gave an overly-dramatic shudder as Lily hugged him.
"I'm sure Lucius will think of something. But until then, we can hang out, right?"
Severus nodded eagerly, but James stepped between the two. "Uh, no. Snape is my bitch for this week. Go buy your own." James then grabbed Severus' elbow and pulled the lanky teen along behind him.
Snape cried out in half-fear, half-indignation. "What-ah!"
James half-dragged him up the stairs to the boy's dormitories. The Seeker threw the lanky teen onto his bed and whipped out his wand. Severus scrabbled backwards until his back hit the headboard, eyes wide.
"P-Potter?"
Suddenly, Severus was absolutely terrified. He didn't have Lucius to breeze in and save the day, or Crabbe and Goyle to protect him. He was in the lion's den, and he was in huge trouble.
James slowly advanced towards the horrified Slytherin, who let out a squeak of fear. Hands shaking, Severus frantically searched for his wand, and when he finally brought it out, James smugly disarmed him with Expelliarmus.
Severus whimpered as James slowly kneeled on the end of the bed, wand still pointed straight at Severus. The Slytherin swallowed thickly as James suddenly used his magic to bind Severus' wrists to the headboard.
The Gryffindor smirked slyly and placed his hands on either side of Severus' hips, straddling the black-haired boy's knees. Severus put on a fierce glower, trying to not look as helpless as he was.
"Potter! Release me, now!" He commanded.
"Hmm…no." James grinned and slowly began to trail his hands up Severus' chest.
Snape, against his better judgment, shivered. James' smirk widened. "So…Malfoy must have had a good reason to use you as his whore, right?"
"I-I'm not a wh-whore…" Severus stammered, eyeing James' hands as his nimble fingers plucked at the buttons of his cloak.
"Oh, really? The rumors say that you're an excellent cock-sucker." James said, hazel eyes meeting with Severus' deep obsidian orbs.
Snape gulped nervously as James began to slowly unbutton his shirt, until he was sitting half-naked on top of the lanky teen. Severus licked his dry lips and croaked, "I belong to Lucius, and I always will."
Potter's lips quirked. "Yes, but now you're being my rent-boy." With that, he crushed his lips onto Severus', fingers groping under Severus' shirt.
Snape squirmed under the taller boy, who easily held him down and continued to tear at Severus' clothing. "Mmnnnfff!" He wriggled more, but James stopped him by pinching a nipple.
Snape arched into James against his will, biting back a moan. James pulled away and grinned. "I see why Malfoy likes you, Snivellus."
Snape whimpered as James deftly ripped the stitches of his sleeves so he could pull Severus' shirt off. "Malfoy apparently has a very interesting taste in whores, but you'll do." Now that they were both shirtless, Severus realized that his worst enemy was going to fuck him-against his will.
Severus bit his lip and tried to keep tears of desperation from springing to his eyes. He hated feeling like this, so weak and helpless. When Lucius had him tied up it was a good feeling, but with Potter…
Severus merely contented himself with a frown and he closed his eyes, unable to stand the sight of his captor any longer. "Now, now, Snivelly, I want you to look at me."
Snape shook his head, pressing backwards into the pillows to desperately keep as much distance as possible between Potter and himself. But to no avail, as James leaned in and swiped his tongue along the edge of his jaw.
Severus, trembling, decided it would be easier to just relax and take what was coming to him instead of fight it and just get hurt more. So, he slowly forced himself to go limp as James sucked and licked along his jawline to his ear. James sank his teeth into the sensitive flesh, causing Severus to cry out in pain.
"Oh, shit!" He breathed, hands clenching into fists above his head where they remained tied.
James grinned. "Like that, did you?" He nibbled a little, hot breath ghosting along Severus' pale skin.
"Mmm…" Severus hummed, bucking up into James.
James merely chuckled and continued to lick at the tender skin. Then he moved away suddenly, and Severus groaned at the loss despite himself. There was a rustle of fabric, and then the bed shifted.
James moved to straddle Severus again, but this time bare skin met the worn fabric of Severus' trousers. He blinked his eyes open, frightened and exhilarated at the same time. James was now completely naked, and completely aroused.
Severus let his eyes wander over the smooth, tan skin of James' chest then down to the taught skin of his belly. Past the abundance of curly brown hair was his glorious cock, dripping with precum. Severus' eyes feasted on the sight, trying to forget who he was staring at.
James had pulled out that crooked grin that made most girls swoon. Severus slowly forced himself to look James deep in the eyes and take a deep breath. "Are you going to fuck me?" He asked seriously.
James smile never faltered. "Nah. Not tonight. Maybe some other time, if you behave." He winked, and placed his hands on Severus' chest. "But maybe we'll see if the rumors are true about you being good at giving blow jobs."
Slowly, James ran one finger up Severus' chest to his neck, then trailed it up to the corner of Severus' mouth. "Suck." He ordered, roughly shoving the finger into Severus' mouth.
Severus practically gagged at the sudden protruding member, but then obediently began to suckle on the single thin digit. His mind drifted and he began to analyze the situation. Lucius' fingers, and skin in general was pale and creamy, silky smooth, like milk. He tasted sweet, and he smelled like exotic spices.
James, on the other hand, had bronze, sun-kissed skin that was calloused and rough from long days playing Quidditch. He tasted not sour, but a bittersweet kind of flavor, and he smelled like sweat and sandalwood. Severus quickly reminded himself to suck as James swatted him upside the head with his free hand.
"Oiy! Have some respect, will you? What're you thinking about anyways?" James snarled commandingly.
Severus looked up at his captor. "I wash comprnng ooh nnn Ooshus." He mumbled around James' finger.
The Seeker rolled his eyes and withdrew his finger. "What? Didn't your mother ever teach you not to talk with your mouth full?"
No, she doesn't talk for fear of being beaten. Severus thought morosely as he replied, "I was comparing you and Lucius."
"Well, whose better?" James asked, grinning lopsidedly again.
"Lucius." Severus blurted before he could think.
"Oh, really? And why is Malfoy better than me?" James asked, taking the confession surprisingly well for the violent, arrogant bully he was.
"Well…he tastes better. And he always talks to me, with this tone of voice that's really…" Gulp. "…arousing. And Lucius is soft and kind but demanding and you're just telling me what to do and insulting me."
Severus paused thoughtfully. "I mean, Lucius tells me what to do, but in a good kind of dominating way whereas you just dragged me up here, threw me on the bed, tied me up and started taking my clothes off." He said, glaring by the time he was finished.
James chuckled. "So…a good kind of domination? Explain." He ordered lightly, clearly amused.
"Well…" Severus paused to think up an explanation. "He makes you want to be completely and utterly his. He somehow gets you to want to serve his every beck and call, and he always leaves you with this longing to be back under his control."
James nodded, absorbing the information. "Now I see why you're so eagerly his fuck-boy." There was a brief pause, then, "How often do you guys shag anyways?"
Severus blushed. "Whenever he's in the mood." He mumbled.
"How much is that?" James asked, noting the pretty fleeting of pink tinge dancing across Snape's high, pale cheek bones.
"Um…a lot. Almost every other night. Sometimes twice a night. Maybe more when he's really pissed at someone. Sometimes he'll go days without doing me, but I suspect he's punishing me more then himself." Severus elucidated quietly, thoroughly embarrassed he was so easily sharing secrets with his worst enemy.
James laughed. "The guy seriously likes to use you, doesn't he?"
"Well, I am his. I owe him a huge debt." Severus said haughtily.
That sparked the brunet's interest. "Debt? What debt?"
"Um…he's saved me from you and your pals a bunch. And he…" Severus' voice trailed off into a tiny mumble, "…he helped me buy all the stuff so I could be in Advanced Potions this year."
James frowned. "He had to help you buy stuff? Why?" The Seeker had always thought Severus' slightly modest nature had kept him buying second hand robes instead of the newest fashion like Lucius.
Severus blushed even more. "It's none of your business." He hissed, trying to appear intimidating, but failing.
He was tied to a bed and being molested by his (naked) worst enemy whilst holding a very personal conversation with said enemy. Severus Snape could tell was failing miserably in all ways he looked at the situation.
"Well, seeing as I own you for the week, I could always order you to tell me." Severus paled. "But, I won't."
Severus breathed a sigh of relief, but regretted it as James' cock pushed hard against his stomach. He whimpered a little, and James sniggered. "And I'm not making you because I'm hungry and I want to go to dinner."
Severus glared. "Is food and sex all you ever think about?"
"No." James said seriously as he hopped off Severus and stretched leisurely. "I think about Quidditch and pranks too, you know."
Severus glared and sighed at the infuriating Gryffindor. "You know, Snape, you're not all that bad for a Slytherin." Came the suddenly drowsy remark from where James was buttoning up his shirt.
Severus sneered, working on restoring his cold, indifferent act. James grabbed his wand and released him, and Severus massaged his wrists, helping the blood flow begin again. He flexed his fingers, trying to ignore the strange tingling feeling that had overcome them.
When he looked up, he realized James was watching him. "What?" He snapped beginning to button up his shirt again.
"Nothing." James said, shaking his head. "I guess because I own you, you should sit with the Gryffindors, eh?" He asked, trying to lighten the mood.
Severus shrugged. "I'd rather not, but you've never taken my opinion into consideration before, so I fail to see how this conversation is benefitting us other than being able to hear our voices." He said dryly.
James glowered. "Fine. We're sitting in the middle of Gryffindor table, you to my right, Peter to my left, Sirius and Remus on your other side." He said forcefully. "And NO funny business, alright?"
Severus shivered as James sounded remarkably like his father. "You're going on that stupid little pony of yours to the market to pick up some whiskey, you hear? You go fast, and NO funny business, alright? If I catch wind of you doing anything freaky like your damn mother, I'll wring your scrawny neck with my own hands!" Severus' father had then proceeded to pick him up by the collar and toss him out the front door.
He pulled himself out of his thoughts and straightened his clothes before standing up and clearing his throat. Severus noticed James was standing there staring at his still hard-albeit less hard-cock and frowning.
The Slytherin raised an eyebrow, and James sighed. "Pity. You run along down stairs and I'll meet you and the gang when I'm finished, yeah?"
Severus nodded and all but fled the room. When he reached the common room, Sirius waltzed over to him, grinning broadly. "Where's James? You hexed him?"
Severus shook his head. "He still has my wand." Stupid! You should've taken it when you had the chance! "And he's making me sit with you all at dinner."
"Well, where is he if you didn't hex him?" Remus asked politely, smiling at Severus.
Severus flashed a grateful look in the other's direction, the turned to glare at Sirius. "He's up there wanking, I suppose."
With that, he brushed past the scruffy teen and sat stiffly on an absurd burgundy couch. He snatched the closest book off the table and cracked it open, sticking his nose in it and beginning to read without another thought.
Several minutes later, James made his way down the stairs, grinning from ear to ear. "Whose hungry?" He asked.
This was greeted by several shouts and whoops of joy that caused Severus to flinch. He looked up, glaring around at those who had interrupted his reading. "Must you always run around causing cacophonies like the barbarians Gryffindors clearly are?" He demanded icily.
Sirius grinned. "Yep! Come on Snivelly, we want to show off our prize!" With that, the Marauders, Severus included, moved out and off towards the Great Hall in time for dinner.