To Eat Death or Not to Eat Death? That is the Question.
(A tale of three boys' Rite of Passage)
Pen Name: PhoenixTear
Email: PhoenixTear2003@yahoo.com
Category: Romance/Humor (Slash)
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, don't imply.
Pairing: Lucius/Severus Snape and Harry/Draco
Chapter 6: Lavender Suds and Pink lips
Severus decided to get up early. It was three thirty in the morning. He couldn't sleep and he couldn't think so he decided to go take a bath so Sirius Black couldn't make any comments that day. He slid out of bed and gathered his things, particularly quiet so not to wake Lucius. He wasn't ready to face him just yet. Although he didn't see how he'd ever be ready. He glanced at the curtains to check for any movement. None. Mission complished, bisexual best friend with armed crush on you - status: dead asleep.
Severus climbed the stairs to the common room, checking to see if anyone was still lurking. He damned the stone floor for being so cold as he padded to the portrait to the prefect's bathroom. Somehow he managed to get the password during the feast.
"Basilisk," he whispered. He climbed through the small opening that served as a shortcut. He dropped down to his feet on the other side, thankful the floor was heated. He walked over and turned on the tap. Purple suds and lavender scent flooded the giant tub. Severus quickly disrobed and lowered himself into the warm water. A chill caused him to shake and the contrast of cold that resided in his skin to the heat of the water. Nothing felt as good a warm bath. He sank lower so that the water covered his shoulders, the tips of his black hair wet in the process.
He closed his eyes and relaxed. It wasn't long until Lucius replaced the back of his eyes and his warm breath and words replaced the silence. "Guess who I like" repeated over in his mind. The scene had replayed in his mind so many times he was beginning to doubt it actually happened. What he didn't doubt though was the effect of Lucius's voice so soft, and his body so close. The, ahem, effects weren't natural. Somehow the combination his best friend bestowed upon him aroused him. A few times over the summer Lucius had entered his dreams in the same fashion and the conclusion was quiet a bit different. Severus felt himself begin to harden. He thought of the first thing to deter the affect - Sirius.
Severus opened his eyes and dipped his head back to the water wetting his hair. He threw some water on his face and continued with the process of washing his hair. He wasn't in the mood for Sirius taunting, being his *favorite* outlet of anger. Severus still didn't understand why it had to be him to become the emotional outlet of a punching bag. Nonetheless he'd deal what else could he do. He had *no* plans however to join Sirius in the queer ranks. No thank you, even if other parts of him were protesting.
He continued wash himself oblivious to Lucius who the entire time had been sitting in a darkened corner wrapped in a towel. He had the same idea of escaping thoughts of the other to find that instead he had ended up with him any way. Currently he had been devising a way to sneak out with being caught. He knew he should've let his presence known. Actually at first he thought Severus came looking for him. He hadn't been able to stand the sounds of his best friend tossing and turning, fighting with the emerald sheets in attempts to forget him. So he had left finding the bath to be the only place to wallowing in his embarrassment, stupidity, and shame. When he realized that Severus didn't come looking for him and had actually come escaping him, he was about to tell him when the older boy started to undress. Lucius couldn't help but stay quiet long enough to enjoy his lean body that Lucius so desperately wanted among other things. Of course by then it was too late and his appearance would only enlighten him as a pervert peeking at his best friend. And so he was back to plots of escape only to come up with sitting in a damp cloth for the next hour with sopping hair or confess to his perviness. Neither idea appealed to him. He decided to go for it while Severus was under the water, his butt hurt and he needed to get rid of his clothes before Severus discovered them.
Lucius got up and made a dash for his bed clothing near the edge of the tub. Lucius snatched them and ran for the portrait. His foot slipped on a pool of soapy water on the floor and sent him flying in the air landing on his back, his clothes scattering around him and in the tub.
Severus came up under the water to find a shirt in place of air. He pulled it off of his head to see Lucius flat on his back lying on the bathroom floor naked. Lucius's eyes were tightly shut and he was mumbling something about a 'great get away' as the pale boy began to rub the back of his head. The mix of emotions that included surprise and fear landed Severus in laughter. Lucius opened his eyes at the sound and began laughing too. The release of tension felt good.
"What were you doing," Severus asked when both had calmed down. Lucius was now sitting on the edge his legs in the water with his green towel wrapped around his waist once again and was smiling.
"I was actually in here first. I took a bath and was finishing up when you came in. I was TRYING to sneak out but slipped."
Severus shook his head laughing once again. "You could've just told me. You didn't have to hide."
Lucius was quiet trying to forget he had been watching Severus. "I didn't think you'd want to see me."
Severus looked at the younger boy. *He's grown up so much. How is that possible?* He took in the curves of Lucius body, the lines of his chest, and the way the light played on his downcast eyes. Everything was how it was portrayed in his dreams. Severus cleared his throat and spoke even though he rather drown himself in his bath water.
"We're best friends, remember? So knock it off."
Lucius looked up a little more hopeful and a little bit disappointment tugged at his heart strings. "So you don't care then."
"I care. I don't want to hurt you and I find that impossible no matter what."
Lucius looked Severus squared in the eyes. Severus still recalls how childlike Lucius looked. "You couldn't hurt me if you'd be with me."
It was more of a question to Severus than a statement and it lingered in the air between them. Their gaze was unbreakable, Lucius raw and pleading, Severus hesitant and uncertain. Severus knew he couldn't look away or it'd hurt Lucius. He knew he could actually say the words or it'd hurt him too. He needed away to break the situation. Severus reached up towards Lucius and pulled him into the water. Lucius came up laughing and cursing him. His plan worked perfect. That is until it went quiet and he felt Lucius's tender pink lips against his.
Pen Name: PhoenixTear
Email: PhoenixTear2003@yahoo.com
Category: Romance/Humor (Slash)
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, don't imply.
Pairing: Lucius/Severus Snape and Harry/Draco
Chapter 6: Lavender Suds and Pink lips
Severus decided to get up early. It was three thirty in the morning. He couldn't sleep and he couldn't think so he decided to go take a bath so Sirius Black couldn't make any comments that day. He slid out of bed and gathered his things, particularly quiet so not to wake Lucius. He wasn't ready to face him just yet. Although he didn't see how he'd ever be ready. He glanced at the curtains to check for any movement. None. Mission complished, bisexual best friend with armed crush on you - status: dead asleep.
Severus climbed the stairs to the common room, checking to see if anyone was still lurking. He damned the stone floor for being so cold as he padded to the portrait to the prefect's bathroom. Somehow he managed to get the password during the feast.
"Basilisk," he whispered. He climbed through the small opening that served as a shortcut. He dropped down to his feet on the other side, thankful the floor was heated. He walked over and turned on the tap. Purple suds and lavender scent flooded the giant tub. Severus quickly disrobed and lowered himself into the warm water. A chill caused him to shake and the contrast of cold that resided in his skin to the heat of the water. Nothing felt as good a warm bath. He sank lower so that the water covered his shoulders, the tips of his black hair wet in the process.
He closed his eyes and relaxed. It wasn't long until Lucius replaced the back of his eyes and his warm breath and words replaced the silence. "Guess who I like" repeated over in his mind. The scene had replayed in his mind so many times he was beginning to doubt it actually happened. What he didn't doubt though was the effect of Lucius's voice so soft, and his body so close. The, ahem, effects weren't natural. Somehow the combination his best friend bestowed upon him aroused him. A few times over the summer Lucius had entered his dreams in the same fashion and the conclusion was quiet a bit different. Severus felt himself begin to harden. He thought of the first thing to deter the affect - Sirius.
Severus opened his eyes and dipped his head back to the water wetting his hair. He threw some water on his face and continued with the process of washing his hair. He wasn't in the mood for Sirius taunting, being his *favorite* outlet of anger. Severus still didn't understand why it had to be him to become the emotional outlet of a punching bag. Nonetheless he'd deal what else could he do. He had *no* plans however to join Sirius in the queer ranks. No thank you, even if other parts of him were protesting.
He continued wash himself oblivious to Lucius who the entire time had been sitting in a darkened corner wrapped in a towel. He had the same idea of escaping thoughts of the other to find that instead he had ended up with him any way. Currently he had been devising a way to sneak out with being caught. He knew he should've let his presence known. Actually at first he thought Severus came looking for him. He hadn't been able to stand the sounds of his best friend tossing and turning, fighting with the emerald sheets in attempts to forget him. So he had left finding the bath to be the only place to wallowing in his embarrassment, stupidity, and shame. When he realized that Severus didn't come looking for him and had actually come escaping him, he was about to tell him when the older boy started to undress. Lucius couldn't help but stay quiet long enough to enjoy his lean body that Lucius so desperately wanted among other things. Of course by then it was too late and his appearance would only enlighten him as a pervert peeking at his best friend. And so he was back to plots of escape only to come up with sitting in a damp cloth for the next hour with sopping hair or confess to his perviness. Neither idea appealed to him. He decided to go for it while Severus was under the water, his butt hurt and he needed to get rid of his clothes before Severus discovered them.
Lucius got up and made a dash for his bed clothing near the edge of the tub. Lucius snatched them and ran for the portrait. His foot slipped on a pool of soapy water on the floor and sent him flying in the air landing on his back, his clothes scattering around him and in the tub.
Severus came up under the water to find a shirt in place of air. He pulled it off of his head to see Lucius flat on his back lying on the bathroom floor naked. Lucius's eyes were tightly shut and he was mumbling something about a 'great get away' as the pale boy began to rub the back of his head. The mix of emotions that included surprise and fear landed Severus in laughter. Lucius opened his eyes at the sound and began laughing too. The release of tension felt good.
"What were you doing," Severus asked when both had calmed down. Lucius was now sitting on the edge his legs in the water with his green towel wrapped around his waist once again and was smiling.
"I was actually in here first. I took a bath and was finishing up when you came in. I was TRYING to sneak out but slipped."
Severus shook his head laughing once again. "You could've just told me. You didn't have to hide."
Lucius was quiet trying to forget he had been watching Severus. "I didn't think you'd want to see me."
Severus looked at the younger boy. *He's grown up so much. How is that possible?* He took in the curves of Lucius body, the lines of his chest, and the way the light played on his downcast eyes. Everything was how it was portrayed in his dreams. Severus cleared his throat and spoke even though he rather drown himself in his bath water.
"We're best friends, remember? So knock it off."
Lucius looked up a little more hopeful and a little bit disappointment tugged at his heart strings. "So you don't care then."
"I care. I don't want to hurt you and I find that impossible no matter what."
Lucius looked Severus squared in the eyes. Severus still recalls how childlike Lucius looked. "You couldn't hurt me if you'd be with me."
It was more of a question to Severus than a statement and it lingered in the air between them. Their gaze was unbreakable, Lucius raw and pleading, Severus hesitant and uncertain. Severus knew he couldn't look away or it'd hurt Lucius. He knew he could actually say the words or it'd hurt him too. He needed away to break the situation. Severus reached up towards Lucius and pulled him into the water. Lucius came up laughing and cursing him. His plan worked perfect. That is until it went quiet and he felt Lucius's tender pink lips against his.