It was eight thirty when Lucius, Severus, Anemone and Sydney slid into a velvet-cushioned booth at the World's End Nightclub. Sydney had found it, one of the less talked about spots in Hogsmeade, but certainly one of the best, as he had assured them. Now, sitting somewhat too close to his date for comfort, Lucius found that he could easily believe everything the Ravenclaw had told them.
The club was posh beyond belief. The floor seemed lacquered black, throbbing music drowned everything else out. Everything was lit with a faint red glow, the air hung heavy with smoke and the smell of alcohol and sweat. Lucius squirmed uncomfortably, wondering how they had even managed to get in. A tall man at the bar winked at him and the blond blushed and turned away quickly.
"Let's get some drinks then, eh?" Sydney hailed a waitress clad in revealing leather and placed an order for some drinks, all of which Lucius had never heard of. He seemed ready to order for all four of them, but Severus stopped him and ordered for himself and Lucius.
"I hope you don't mind," the dark haired boy whispered when the waitress had sauntered off. "I didn't think you really knew any of the drinks and Sydney is ordering some pretty potent stuff…"
"Thanks." Lucius squeezed his date's hand and smiled uncertainly, "Want to dance?"
"Sure." They slid from the seat, moving self-consciously onto the dance floor. Lucius fidgeted, suddenly aware of how much taller everyone in the club was. Around him all the grinding couples seemed like giants. Even Severus, only a year older, seemed feet taller. The blond suddenly felt very faint, and very unsure. He moved cautiously, slowly, somewhat clumsily, and kept a safe distance from his date.
"Uh, Luc? Did you want to dance with me, or by yourself?" Severus raised a black eyebrow curiously at his date, currently standing five feet away from him.
Lucius felt his cheeks burn. "I don't know how to dance," he admitted, glaring daggers as though it were Severus' fault.
The taller boy sighed. "It isn't that hard. Come on." Lucius barely had time to wonder how his date knew it wasn't hard, and who exactly had helped him figure that out, before he felt himself being drawn close to the black robed body and held tightly. It was a good thing too, because his first impulse was to bolt. Severus must have felt his muscles tense up, because his eyes flashed once before he pulled Lucius even closer.
Severus felt himself grow several degrees hotter. He'd gone out to dance with friends back home to dance, so he wasn't quite a novice at it. Still, he'd always kept his dancing rather more tame, and the patrons of this club seemed fairly willing to put a little more into their moves than he had ever thought to. A few yards away a tall skinhead had his hands firmly cupping his date's ass and his mouth defiantly affixed to hers as he ground against her. Severus gulped.
Dancing, Lucius found, was actually not at all difficult. His natural grace made him perfectly adept at it. His arms slid comfortably about his date's neck as he strove to keep in rhythm. His legs ached at first, but soon the position seemed almost comfortable. Severus thrust upward suddenly and Lucius' gasp was lost in the thud of music around them. He chanced a glance into dark eyes and saw himself reflected, perfect and epicene. Severus raised an eyebrow and ground harder.
"Let's see if our drinks are here yet!" Lucius had to yell to make himself heard, but he was suddenly very much in need of something alcoholic.
Severus nodded and, arm round his date's waist, led them both back to the table.
The drinks had indeed arrived. Sydney was nearly invisible beneath Anemone, who had climbed into his lap and was kissing him furiously. Lucius blushed and turned away quickly, catching sight of Severus. The older boy looked every bit as embarrassed.
"What drinks did you order?" Lucius finally asked, screaming over the music.
"Fire whiskey," Severus shouted back. Lucius wondered what exactly Sydney had ordered that was more potent than Fire Whiskey, but decided not to ask. He wasn't very smart about drinks, and he didn't want to come off as an idiot. He took a cautious sip of his drink and spluttered.
Severus laughed at Lucius' surprised expression. "Don't sip it, and don't look at me like that! Just gulp it, so you can't taste it." Severus ignored the younger boy's sulky glare and downed his glass. "See?"
Lucius looked cautiously at his glass. In a swift motion, he tilted his head and the drink and let it burn its way down his throat. "Ugh!" He grimaced, but felt suddenly more powerful than he had. He grabbed at Severus' hands. "I want to dance." Eyes glazed like stars, Lucius dragged Severus into the throng of beautiful strangers and pressed himself flat against the taller boy.
Lights melded into a vague glow, sweat and skin sliding clingingly as the night continued. Anemone and Sydney had disappeared after about an hour, presumably into the throng of dancers. Drink followed drink as the two boys grew steadily drunker. Any inhibitions Lucius had earlier possessed slid off like water as he threw his arms round Severus' neck, legs climbing the taller body so that he was straddling the standing form. Strong hands cupped his ass and held him in place as, amid moshers and grinders and dancers of every sort, Severus ground demandingly against him.
Lucius groaned, head falling back to expose the white expanse of his throat. Severus, eyes blazing and troubled, leaned in and closed his mouth over the white skin, sucking hard and biting gently as the smaller boy in his arms writhed. Somewhere in the back of Severus' mind something was screaming wildly, but he blocked it out as his mouth found Lucius'.
"Christ…" Their mouths broke apart and Lucius slipped slightly against the taller boy, eyes unfocused and hair a mess of silver and sweat. Lucius leaned heavily against Severus as he slid to his feet. "I can't see a fucking thing," he mumbled.
Severus ran a large hand soothingly through the smaller boy's hair. "Come on. You're okay. Let's go sit down." They struggled haltingly back to their booth where new drinks had arrived. Severus downed his in one swift jerk of his head. Lucius collapsed, head in arms. "What time is it?"
"Nearly one," said Sydney, suddenly sliding in across from the two boys, Anemone practically passed out in his arms. "Sorry to have vanished on you, but Annie had a bit too much to drink."
Severus pulled Lucius closer, gathering the limp form of the intoxicated boy in his arms. "You okay?"
"I don't know." Everything was spinning. Lucius wondered vaguely how Severus could even manage coherent conversation. He must not be as drunk as I am, Lucius thought distractedly, trying hard to focus on what was going on. They were moving, towards the exit. Severus still had an arm around him, half dragging him towards the door. There was someone in front of it though, blocking their exit…
"Mister Lestrange." The tall figure, looming blurrily in front of them, bowed slightly to Sydney, who was, Lucius noticed faintly, trembling violently. "May I speak with you?"
Sydney nodded. "Take her." He passed Annie on to Severus, moving quickly after the stranger.
"Hey! Wait!" Severus cries were drowned in the music and Sydney was already gone. Lucius hid his face in the sweaty black cloak his date was wearing.
"Where's Sydney going?" Lucius barely managed to make his slurred question audible, and it still received no answer. Severus, he noted, seemed strangely agitated. Probably because Sydney dumped him with Annie, the stupid drunk, Lucius thought, snorting with laughter. Severus glanced down at him. Wow, he really is cute, Lucius thought, and then laughed harder.
When Sydney returned a few minutes later he was alone. "Let's go," he ordered, taking Anemone from the sixth year and stepping outside. The cold air and slight breeze helped to sober Lucius a little. Enough to continue thinking about how absolutely attractive Severus was.
The boy's skin was really more ivory than sallow. It was certainly pale, but too pristine to be described as deathly. The black hair was, indeed, slightly greasy, but it was pitch black, nearly purple it was so dark, and it shone glossily in the moonlight like raven's feathers. Severus' nose was big, but not disproportionately so. His face was lean and angled and his lips almost poutingly full. Lucius had never really thought about it before, but he was incredibly fuckable. All lean hips and strong arms and narrow waist.
Unknowingly, Lucius must have spoken, because Severus stared down at him with a surprised look. "What did you just say?"
"Nothing."
"Yes you did! You said you wanted to…to…"
Lucius tried to think as Severus spluttered. A few yards ahead, Anemone pitched forward and Sydney caught her. What had Lucius been thinking just a minute ago? He looked upwards and the stars reeled dizzily overhead. It had been about Severus. "Want to fuck you," he murmured. Severus stopped walking and Lucius nearly fell over himself.
"Luc?"
"What?" Lucius fought hard not to say anything he would regret later. He had the vague feeling that he already had, but he couldn't quite place what it was.
"You want to…have sex?" Severus was turning slightly pink. It was appealing, and Lucius leaned in to place a soft kiss against the coloured cheeks.
"Sure. If you like."
"I…of course I do!" The brick and ivy of Hogwarts was coming into view ahead and Lucius glared mildly at Severus.
"If you keep yelling you'll wake everyone up," the blond announced. "And besides, you'll give me a headache. I'm quite drunk." He glanced up into black eyes. "You are too, I'd wager. You've been drinking all night."
"I hold my liquor well," Severus shrugged. "Always have."
"Well then, I guess I'm the only drunk one." The sound of retching reached him, followed by Sydney's low voice comforting Anemone. "Then again, maybe not."
"Let's go." Severus grabbed the smaller boy's hand, practically dragging him back towards the castle. "I want to get you in bed before you change your mind, pass out, or join Annie in losing your supper."
Well, thought Lucius sedately as he was tugged towards the dungeons,
this ought be interesting.