Title: Innocence.

Author: TheNaughtyBits

Pairing: Severus Snape/Lucius Malfoy

Rating:

Warnings: Um, dubcon, possibly underage,

Disclaimer: Harry Potter's my bitch, not my property!

Authors Notes: I shouldn't be enjoying this…I really shouldn't. My nasty side is taking over. Thank you to all reviewers, especially Doreiku, BlackPhoenix777 and Zoomi, whose reviews made me want to give the two-shot a chance. Feedback is greatly welcomed. Also, sorry this is rather short. I've started on my A-levels so time is limited.

Severus Snape stood outside the door to the older boy's chambers. He didn't know why he was there. It made no sense. And one thing Severus Snape didn't like were things that didn't make sense, especially when they involved him.

The Head Boy had done things to him, …he'd enjoyed it…Lucius had hurt him, but…but he'd kind of enjoyed that as well. He reddened, the thought had disgusted him at first. It felt good to have someone on top of him, close to him that intimately, closer than even his family came. He shuddered at the memory of a hand sliding slowly up and down his length and that demanding, commanding voice. It was time he stopped pretending. He knew why he was there.

Even since his encounter with the blonde little over two weeks ago, the memory had driven him crazy. At first he'd been disgusted with himself, with Lucius, with everything, but then the more the dreams came, the more he thought and remembered, the more he realised how much he had enjoyed it.

Since that day he had been filled with a ferocious want to do something, to feel that feeling again, to reach that completeness he was sure was there. Problem was he was completely clueless. Innocent. Sometimes, in the dormitory at night, he heard the other boys quietly gasping and moaning into their pillows, but behind the emerald hangings of his bed, he couldn't imagine what they were doing.

Also, since that day, he'd begun to notice things. Feel things. A single pair of eyes was always upon him as he moved through the aged corridors of the castle. Possessive, silver eyes that formed angry, catlike slits when someone dared to approach, or bump into him in crowds him. They were the eyes he dreamed of. They noticed everything, and forgot nothing. Luckily, the members of his year had as little to do with him as possible, but when they did, punishment was swift. Once, James Potter had tripped him in the corridor, and set the lines of students laughing. A week later, James Potter had been rushed to the Hospital Wing. Nobody was quite sure what was wrong.

The black haired boy swallowed, and raised his hand to knock at the door. Part of him was hoping the Malfoy heir was out. He often spent time with his friends at this time. Maybe that's why Severus picked it. He was only glad that the Head Boy had his own quarters.

The knock sounded too loud in the silence, and the door didn't open immediately. Severus stayed frozen to the spot for a second for a second; an irrational claw of panic took a swipe his stomach and boy turned to scurry away. A hand came down and clamped down on his shoulder, heavy, delicate and demanding. Severus looked up, relieved and nervous and the blonde smiled. Severus shivered. That was the smile of a predator.

The blonde was beautiful. Long silky hair, powerful, melodic voice, trim waist and a graceful, delicate stance that spoke of centuries of good breeding. He was perfect.

"Hello, Severus."

The younger boy blushed red. Those silver eyes were captivating. He swallowed, as the hand on his back ushered him in.

The room was decorated lavishly in much the way Severus would have expected. The room was spacious, with light seeping in from three false windows. One wall, behind the head of the bed was bare, stripped to the roughly hewn stones of the castle wall and decorated with a few swirling gothic candleholders, whilst wall facing it was patriotic Slytherin green, and the other walls were a simple white. Beneath one of the windows, there was a large mahogany desk littered with parchment, books and quills, and a chair, obviously one the Malfoy heir had just been using The deep emerald green covers on the four-poster looked like velvet or silk, and the dark mahogany bed had snakes carved into the headboard, backs occasionally embellished with silver. There was a wardrobe and desk, and bedside table that all carried a similar motif in the same dark wood.

Lucius was watching Severus' eyes dart about the room, trying to take it all in with a look of pride in his eyes.

"Would you like a drink?" He asked pleasantly. "Please, sit." He indicated to the bed. Severus blushed, hearing the command and perched on the very edge of it, looking awkward. Lucius walked over to him carrying to sparkling glasses of a liquid that looked a lot like red wine.

"Here, sip." He handed the younger boy a glass, and watched him take a nervous gulp and tsked lightly. Severus shuddered with a strange mix of nerves, excitement and fear. The noise almost sounded like a hiss.

"You should learn to sip." Lucius whispered to the boy. "Delicacy is often appreciated in higher circles…" Severus found himself blushing. A soft finger brushed against his cheek and the glass was guided from his hands. "Here, taste…" The blonde took the glass and held it to the younger boys lips.

Obediently, Severus took a sip, his eyes never leaving the Head Boy's face. The blonde smiled slightly and Severus felt his glass returned. There was a short pause.

"You should learn to appreciate fine things." The older boy murmured, before moving away to gaze out the window. "Why are you here?" His voice had turned suddenly cold.

Severus blushed. Lucius shot him a sharp look, before sitting at the desk and picking up a fine eagle feather quill.

"I…I…" Severus floundered in the silence. He looked at his feet. "I wanted to see you." He finally whispered. Lucius took a small sip of his drink, but otherwise didn't react. The black haired boy got to his feet and took a few nervous steps towards the desk. "I couldn't stop thinking about…about then."

Lucius looked up. "I don't know what you mean."

The black haired boy felt a lump of anger grow in his throat. Why couldn't the Head boy make it easy? His steps were more confident not, and he snatched the quill away from the blonde, demanding his attention.

Lucius glared at him for a second and stood up.

"Do you remember now?" Severus asked defiantly, taking an automatic step backwards for every one Lucius took forwards. The look in those silver eyes and the menace of his step thrilled the smaller boy in a way he never thought possible. His back hit the wall.

"Lucius…"

The blonde took a final step forwards. His eyes were narrowed, silver, cold and harsh.

Their bodies brushed.

Severus whimpered at the contact, detesting the noise but unable to stop it. His body pushed forward hungry for more. Lucius smiled. A weight pressed forward onto the younger, black-haired boy pressing him into the wall. Severus moaned and shifted slightly. The weight increased sop very slightly. The quill snapped. Emerald green ink ran down his fingers. Malfoy's face remained impassive.

"Tell me what you want, Severus…"

"I want you." The pale boy whispered, almost fearfully.

"To do, to be, what..?"

He moved away again, and Snape's black eyes opened. He hadn't realised he'd let them shut. Lucius now leant against his desk, his arms folded, his long hair spilling down his back. He picked up another quill, gently teasing the black feathers.

"I…I don't know…" Severus whispered, looking at his feet. In truth, he hadn't thought about what he wanted. He just wanted Lucius. A relationship sounded nice, but it couldn't rally work, could it? "I just want you…"

Lucius smiled and reached in to the top draw of his desk.

"If you're to be anything to me, I want one thing…" Severus nodded and crossed the room to join him. Lucius opened his hand and the black haired by gasped.

"Obedience." Lucius was holding what looked to be a collar, a simple black band, with silver snakes.

"It's spelled. When you wear it, nobody else will can see it, and nothing or no one can hurt you. Nothing or no one, except me." Severus shuddered, and started to unbutton the top of his robes, loosening his collar and slowly revealing his neck. Silver eyes followed his action, watching the boy fasten the silver buckle. There was a smile.

"Mine…" He whispered hooking a single finger through the collar and pulling the boy forward to meet his lips.