Chapter 9: CH 9 : Sex and Snape
Hey All! Sorry this took so long to write. Uni got hectic and people wanted me to do work, so I did! Now remember kids when life gives you lemons, make grape juice, then sit back and let the world wonder how you did it..
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Chapter Nine: Sex and Snape
There was silence in the room but for the sounds of skin slapping against skin and the fast shallow breaths that I was drawing in as my heart raced with longing. The smell of sex and passion lay thick in the air from me and my lover's night so far.
My legs were wrapped around him, hitched up above his hips as he drove in and out of me with force. I wanted to scream and yell from the waves of pleasure running through my body as he hit that spot over and over again. I dug my hand into his side; my nails sinking below the skin so I felt the warm sticky sensation of blood cover my fingertips. This seemed to only make him go harder, picking up more speed. I arched my neck back, sound desperately wanting to escape my lips. He kissed the base of my throat where my neck and chest joined. It felt like I was exposing my throat in complete submission to him, like a werewolf did to its mate, animalistic. My other hand was now wrapped tightly in his long blond hair, pulling him close to me, begging him to claim me as his, his to own, his to fuck, his to command, his to hold.
At that moment he shifted position and I couldn't help but let out a whimper of need as he reached new depths. This caused Lucius to stop (much to my displeasure) the work he was doing to my neck and the pounding of my ass. He shifted his lips to my ear. "NOT," he hissed furiously. "Not a sound Harry." My name rolled off his lips and I had to bite my tongue to stop any sound escaping me. He didn't move his lips away from my ear as he began again, with me using my legs to pull him closer. I could hear him breathing as heavily as I was. The coppery taste of blood started to fill my mouth. I groaned silently, realising that I needed to bite something else before I screamed or bit my tongue off.
He was picking up speed again and I pushed my fingers deeper into his side before latching my teeth on to his ear, which caused him to moan softly. He gave a particularly hard thrust to follow his moan, making my body jerk uncontrollably (well more than it was already) and my breath to hitch. The need to scream was becoming too much for me as I got closer and closer and he drove harder and harder.
I was so close now. I didn't let go of his ear, I just held on, hoping that he'd let me come soon because by the gods it was so close. He picked up even more speed if that was possible, before I felt his spare hand slowly drift down south of my body, brushing over my sensitive nipples. Slowly, ever so slowly, he began to remove whatever was preventing me from coming (he never told me what it was, a ring sort of thing).
I bit down harder on his ear, tasting his blood mixed with my own blood, which was still flowing slightly from my tongue. Lucius gave several final thrusts as he pulled the ring off completely before I came all over our stomachs. It was two very forceful thrusts later that I felt him explode in me, his seed warm and filling me to the brim.
We lay there, silent, in the afterglow of our climax. It was several minutes before I realised that I was still biting him. Slowly I let go, my jaw sore from holding on so tightly. My hand was easier to remove, with my fingers slowly being pulled out of his flesh one by one, allowing the blood to flow freely from the small, slightly curved wounds that I had made.
"Flimpy." He said aloud suddenly. I felt confused as to what a 'Flimpy' was. Lucius chose that moment to pull out of me and roll off, lying next to me. I turned to look at him. His eyes were closed as he arched his back, stretching. There was a slight pop and a house elf appeared, bowing low. "How can Flimpy serve Master?" I looked down at the house elf and my confusion cleared. It looked young compared to every other house elf that I'd seen.
"I would like you to draw a bath and set out night clothes for myself and day clothes for Mr. Potter here." Flimpy the house elf bowed low to her master, her nose just brushing the stone floor. There was silence as Flimpy left to draw the bath; I didn't really know what to say, I mean, what did you say after you got shagged? It was made worse by the fact that we didn't really have much in common. If it was someone that I knew I guess we would have said something. I shifted and heard the bed creak under me, something that I hadn't noticed up until now. I moved again a different way, only to make a louder sound.
Licking my lips, I swallowed before I found something to say. "I think your bed is broken." I shifted my weight to demonstrate the point with a creak.
There was a soft chuckle coming from the older man. "And whose fault would that be Harry?" he asked.
I sniffed, "yours," I told him, sneaking a glance at him. He had turned to face me, an eyebrow arched up in question with a small smile dancing over his lips. His expression made him look younger and very attractive, which caused me to look to the ceiling to avoid his gaze.
"It was perfectly fine before you came along."
I couldn't help but snort. "You're the one who fucked me in it, so you broke it." I blushed. The words had come out before I could stop them, my Gryffindor traits coming out to play. Lucius only laughed out loud before picking me up bridle style without warning.
"Hey!" I said, grabbing on to him out of shock. "It's time for a bath." He said softly, running his eyes along my body. The bathroom that was attached to his room wasn't as big as I had thought. I was expecting the bathroom to be massive, with an enormous bath (something like the one in the prefect bathroom) and extravagant features but instead it was small, with deep bath tub made for one maybe two. However, in true Malfoy style, the taps and handles to the bath, sink and shower looked to be made of real gold.
Lucius stepped over the ledge and lowered us into the hot water. It felt good against my beaten skin, relaxing the muscles that I knew would be sore tomorrow morning. I let out a soft moan and allowed myself to relax back into Lucius' body, my form moulding to his.
"Don't fall asleep just yet Harry," he said, pinching my leg which made my eyes snap open. I didn't even realise that they were closing. "You've got to get back to school soon." I groaned and rolled over in the water, resting my head under his chin. "Don't want to go back to school, too hard." I muttered.
"Then I suggest you try harder Mr. Potter." His voice had gone from soft to hard, his muscles rigid, making me feel tense. "Just because you're the boy-who-lived does not give you the right to 'flunk' your classes." I was about to say something but he continued with his rather harsh words. "Unless you want to end up as a whore down Knockturn Alley, try harder." I waited about ten seconds before I spoke.
"It's not the school work, Mr. Malfoy, which is hard." I told him. "In fact I enjoy the classes and learning." He ran a hand through my hair and I relaxed again, calming down.
"The people there," I said softly, my eyes drifting shut. "They make it hard for me." Now I saw nothing but darkness. "I just wish to be normal." I finally muttered.
I watched him fall asleep. I shouldn't have allowed him to, it would make it harder to get him back to school but he got the better of me and drifted into sleep.
I ran my hand through his hair again; it was soft, standing on all ends. If he would put a hair product of some kind in it he could get it to stay flat but then, he wouldn't be a Potter without his hair everywhere. I lowered my eyes down his body; his skin was flawless, with no marks or scars. I allowed my eyes to stop on his arse; his cheeks were slightly parted, as his legs were draped over my hips. By Merlin he was a good fuck, so tight and firm, so willing to please and obey whatever I came up with so far.
I let out a soft growl, remembering what his arse looked like gaping and waiting for my thick cock to be rammed up it. I couldn't help but harden a little as I remembered the sounds he made as I hit his prostate over and over again, him begging for more, able to take it hard and fast, without mercy. I wonder what my Lord would say if he knew that I had Harry Potter in my bed, tied up and liking it.
He would be unpredictable. He might not care now that he has no interest in Harry or at least now that Harry isn't a top priority of his. He might be mad and put me under the cruciatus curse for the day. He might use me to lure Harry to him or he might ask to join us or for him to have Harry to himself. I had once seen him take on his human form, taking several young females and males into his room for a weekend. I also know for a fact that one died and another two were mentally fucked up. I don't think Harry would do well in his bed.
I might be rough and hard with my lovers but I took care of them, made sure they came out alright in the end (if only so I could go another round but still). However, my Lord was my Lord and I followed him and obeyed him and that was my choice.
Harry shifted in his new found sleep, rubbing himself on my length. I pulled him up slightly, I didn't want to fuck him anymore tonight, I needed to restrain myself.
There was a slight pop to my right and I looked over to see Glider, a young house elf in training that worked alongside Flimpy, had appeared. "There is a man here requesting your presence Master." It squeaked out. He could have been mistaken for a girl if not for his height, which was half of that of a normal house elf, showing that he was still a kid and therefore possibly male.
"Did he give you a name?" I asked. I would only get out of this tub if it was my Lord. If Severus had come crashing in here at this hour I was not getting out of this bath.
"No Master." The house elf looked frightened, as though I was going to strike it for not finding out. "Then what did he look like?" I asked, turning Harry over, ready for a quick exit from the bath if the description came as 'bald.'
"He had black hair to the shoulder Master," Glider said. "And his nose was crooked, with onyx eyes Master." I nodded and sank back into the water, relaxing. I had been unaware that I had basically climbed half way out. I suppose the last year had caused me to be careful. I was not willing to put myself or my son back in the firing line of my Lord.
"Tell Severus I'm in the middle of a bath and that I will see him tomorrow." Glider bowed low to the ground before popping off. It would not do to have Severus see Harry like this; he would never let it go.
"Lucius I don't care what you're doing I need to talk to you!" Severus yelled. I paused in shifting Harry again. Severus yelled…Severus yelled? He never yells it's not his style. He raised his voice sometimes but never yelled. He always drew out his words and used a lowed threatening voice that made his victim's heart jump. Except perhaps Harry, he always complained about that.
"Severus can you give me a moment?" regretfully I climbed out of the bath and pulled the plug while holding Harry. It would not do to drown him when he'd hardly begun his time as my lover. As he continued to sleep, I pulled a dressing gown on and threw a towel over him before leaving the bathroom.
"You have a guest." Severus gave the statement as though it was the most casual thing in the world even though part of him, the part that had hardly been to the surface since before his friendship with Lily, was dying to ask about everything, the gossiping side that he hid so well.
"Yes, so this better be important." I said, keeping my voice even and powerful.
"Yes it's important," he said, back to the low voice that was terrifying. "Otherwise I would have waited until morning you git." A slight smile pulled at my lips as I seated myself at the end of the bed. Oddly enough Severus followed suit before running his hand through his grease-ridden hair. "I have a lover." He said, slowly rubbing the tips of his fingers together, the grease making the process smooth. "Someone the world would never expect me to have." Admittedly a list started to form in my head. I could cross off students, although he liked the male population he liked them older than that but no older than him. True it was a wide window but I'd form a short list soon.
"So you have had lovers before?" I asked. Severus threw me a glare and I just stared at him with a slightly wondering look. If he wasn't going to get to the point, I'd push.
"He became more." His words were flat and it sounded like it was the worst possible thing, to fall in love. He had reason to resent it too, to love someone in a war, especially when you were a front line soldier like Severus, was a very difficult thing. If the wrong side found out about the lover it could turn his loyalties to that side. There was a large debate in amongst the inner and in-ish Death Eaters about whose side Severus was loyal to. Our Lord had faith in him and yet so did Dumbledore. I personally remained neutral on the matter. He was my friend before he was a Death Eater so I stuck with that.
"Okay, well how does he feel?" I asked, still in my high-and-mighty, even voice. I could at least be a stuck up friend about it.
"I do not know. I swear that he has too many sides to tell what he's feeling towards whom." He rubbed the bridge of his nose, he was clearly worn out. Through this piece of information I could narrow down my list by crossing off more than half the light side and some of the dark, just keeping those you couldn't really call sane.
"Nevertheless," he said, lifting his head to look at the ceiling. I saw something like longing mixed with despair in his eyes. I knew it was big when I saw those emotions, emotions that were so rarely shown that I knew that whatever it was, it was really affecting him.
"He's pregnant." I was silent. I didn't know what to say to that, I could tell him congratulations but I wouldn't mean it. A child in the middle of a war, an unplanned child in the middle of a war, was going to be hell. But I knew that this would be something of a good outcome for Severus. Having family, a proper family, was what he always wanted. Well kind of.
"Severus," I paused. "Are you sure that he's pregnant?" I asked. If this was something that his lover had just said, there was a chance that it wasn't real.
"Yes, I'm positive. I ran the test on Black myself." He said and I felt my mask (which I let down partially before) fall off completely. Black. As in Sirius Black. I can't honestly say that I ever saw that one coming. "He'd been sick for a week and he just said that it'd pass, it was nothing. He had no idea and now he's freaking out and ran off somewhere." Severus said all of this in such a rush, I think it was a bit much for him to take in. Can't say I ever saw him as father material, especially with Black, they were at each other throats so often. Then again, opposites are said to attract and Severus might have got some closure or at least some satisfaction in topping him.
"Severus my old friend," I said. He lifted his head from his hands and looked up at me, completely helpless and at my mercy. He was practically begging me to make it better. "You need to do what you must." My mind was racing, trying to come up with a solution that would benefit us. Black was a lord, a very powerful lord who was meant to be slightly insane but that could be corrected. "And what must I do Lucius?" he asked, his voice hoarse, sounding so tired.
"Bind him to you." I gave a mental smirk. If Snape was really with us, then he would have just brought a powerful wizard from the light to at least neutral, if not to the dark in time and with Black coming from a naturally inclined dark family he could achieve so much for them if he was persuaded correctly.
"You mean marry Black?" he asked. As if it was the weirdest idea I had ever come up with.
"Yes. He is carrying your heir Severus, the Prince heir, a Black heir" I had to swing this just right for him to go for it. "He is carrying your child," he opened his mouth but I cut him off. "And if he remains out of wedlock he doesn't have your protection. The child won't be protected." This made him stop. Family was always an important thing to him. "If you two are bonded, the Dark Lord won't touch him and nor will Dumbledore. They won't upset you because they both trust you completely and you are valuable to them." Severus looked at the black window, where instead of moonlight; there was the faint glow of the stars. "This way your child will be protected and you can have a family Severus." He looked convinced and I nodded in approval. The Dark Lord was not an old fool, if he trusted Severus then there had to be a reason why.
"He won't accept me, as I'm dark." he said quietly. "He won't become dark Lucius; he is too much attached to the light."
"Won't he? Or at least become neutral Severus? The only real tie he has to the light is the werewolf, who last I heard has caught the eye of Greyback's daughter and I doubt that Greyback will give him much choice as to where his loyalties lay if he is to be mated to his daughter." I had heard this two nights ago. Greyback was complaining about it to the Lestrange brothers, saying that he had to fix that wolf. "Besides, there was that job he and Potter did for our Lord years ago, so he has worked for him before."
"And what of Potter? He would never leave his Godson. He's the last remnant of his best friends that he can keep and he'd die for him in a heartbeat." Harry, well that was the thing wasn't it. Who would follow who? If Black was to go neutral, would Potter follow? Or would Black stay with his Godson if Harry was to stay firmly with the light.
'Unless' my head was buzzing, twirling with thought. A small voice spoke inside my head, planting the start of a very long private mission.
"Potter will follow his Godfather where ever he leads him Severus." I'd make sure of that. I would make sure that he turned away from the light, if it was for me or because of me was yet to be decided but I would do it. I would make the boy-who-lived forsake the light.
Well there you have it. Sorry it took so long to come out, I don't know how long it will be before I can complete another, Hope you are all well and like my Lucius Malfoy point of view. I felt that it wasn't as sly as I wanted it but I'll work on that.
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