Chapter Five: Late Night Excursions
The bubbling mixture boiling in the cauldron gave off yellowish fumes, which rose through the air to circle around the sallow face bent over the concoction. Lucius watched him from the doorway, taking in his every moment, every precise stirring of the potion, every darting of his black-on-black eyes. His robe and grey sweater had been discarded due to the heat from the fire, each lying crumpled on the floor.
Lucius' mouth went dry just looking at him, standing there with his white dress shirt rolled up to his elbows and half untucked from his pants and with small beads of sweat rolling, glistening, down his high forehead. He hadn't seen the fourteen-year-old all day, as sixth years rarely had the opportunities to associate with fourth years, and the separation had been damn near killing him.
He couldn't quite understand what it was about the younger Slytherin that made him so... Merlin, he didn't even have words for it. Snape was unlike any other boy, and certainly unlike any of the girls he had chanced an experimental snog with.
But out of all of them, Severus was the only one he really wanted. The only one who made him burn inside... ache, really. He ached. It was rather like a child whose stomach hurt... it would only content itself with the right sort of treat.
And Severus, with his black eyes and moody ways, was just that.
He crossed the length of the Potions classroom, wrapping his arms around Snape's waist and pressing his lips to the side of his mouth, fully expecting Snape to turn his head to indulge in another secret kiss.
But he didn't. Instead, he pushed Lucius away. "G'off," he muttered, scowling darkly. "I'm trying to work."
Like a boy refused the aforementioned treat, Lucius crossed his arms. "That'll all you ever do anymore... work."
"More than I can say for some," he said under his breath.
Lucius' eyes narrowed, glinting slightly. "What was that?"
"Nothing."
"Bullshit, Sev."
Silence. Then, "I hate it when you call me that."
"What, Sev?"
"Think it's cute, do you?"
He leaned in again, his breath hot against Snape's flushed skin. "Very." His mouth caressed Snape's jawline and abruptly captured his bottom lip, sucking lightly on it. The moan that escaped Severus' mouth was evidence enough that the boy was no longer out-of-sorts with him. Sometimes, it was just too easy.
Snape's mouth covered his, warm and wanting. Lucius heard the ladle that had been put to use stirring the potion now drop to the ground with a wooden clatter as Snape's arms came up around him, drawing him closer.
He smelled of potions, an extremely arousing scent that made him suddenly light-headed. Lucius' long fingers entwined in Snape's hair, pulling his head back as his mouth traveled down his neck, sucking at the spot where neck met shoulder.
"Merlin," Snape gasped, his hands sliding inside Lucius' robes, already trained to find their way through the layers of material to the waiting skin beneath. The raven-haired Slytherin had always been old for his years, but his familiarity with the sexual games they played made him seem even more advanced.
Lucius' breath caught as Snape's deft fingers stroked a particularly receptive area of his body and he bit down suddenly on the boy's shoulder. He jerked only slightly. "Careful, Lucius."
"Thought you liked it rough," he murmured silkily, pressing against Snape more insistently, taking charge of the situation. His cold eyes flickered up, sparkling with desire, and he reached up to begin to unbutton Severus' shirt.
His hands left their exploring and grasped Lucius'. "Not here..." He glanced around the inside of the classroom, as if a professor would jump out at any moment. "We could get caught."
Low laughter rumbled in Malfoy's throat. "Since when has that bothered you, Sev?" His hands tore free of Snape's and quickly slid under the shirt. "I always thought it made it more exciting." His mouth sought his lover's, but Snape pulled away.
"Thought?" His black eyes narrowed. "We've kept our relationship to the dormitories and hidden rooms, Lucius." He blanched at the words, realizing his mistake far too late. "Unless you've been screwing others behind my back..."
"Of course not." He forced a smile and played with a lock of Severus' hair. "Who else would I want?"
Who else? Did he really want names? Snape knew there were plenty of others, both male and female, that Malfoy would both want and take, if the opportunity arose. But he said nothing as Lucius kissed him again, hard and convincing. There was little use arguing with that kiss. So he simply let himself melt into it and for the moment, his fears and suspicions were dissuaded.
Perhaps there was no one else.
* * *
It was late when the boys woke and returned to the dormitories, still exhausted. Snape yawned widely, nearly tumbling into the doorpost on his way down the stairs. As he was about enter his dorm, Lucius caught him by the hand. "Come sleep with me."
He blinked sleepily. "What?"
"Come. With me. To bed. Great Merlin, Sev, are you really that tired?"
Another yawn split his face. "Yes. And don't call me that."
"And just what are you going to do about it?"
"I could beat you at dueling... any day."
"Sure." He tugged his hand. "Now, come on, before I fall asleep standing up." Silently, Snape followed as Lucius led him along the familiar path to the sixth years' dorm. The door opened on noiseless hinges, revealing four sleeping masses already under their covers and one bed still unoccupied. Lucius' bed, with the warm, smooth sheets, soft as silk against bare skin. He loved those sheets.
Both boys stripped quickly down to their boxers and climbed beneath the covers, already shivering from the cold. Soon Snape found himself pressed back against the older boy's body, his own fitting perfectly with the other form. 'Like a puzzle,' he thought vaguely, mind clouded by exhaustion.
Lucius' arm draped round his middle, pulling him closer. His breath was hot and pleasant against Severus' neck, and he had almost fallen asleep when he heard Lucius whisper, "My parents want me to join Him."
Him? Who was Him? His tired mind searched for a name. Realization hit him harder than the cold draft had, and he was suddenly very much awake. Him was Voldemort.
Lucius was joining.
END CHAPTER FIVE
Notes: This chapter was... odd. I don't know... I'm not sure of my characterizations, but I'm hoping they'll work themselves out once the idea for the story roots itself more firmly in my mind, which it's beginning to do. I dunno... what do you think?
The bubbling mixture boiling in the cauldron gave off yellowish fumes, which rose through the air to circle around the sallow face bent over the concoction. Lucius watched him from the doorway, taking in his every moment, every precise stirring of the potion, every darting of his black-on-black eyes. His robe and grey sweater had been discarded due to the heat from the fire, each lying crumpled on the floor.
Lucius' mouth went dry just looking at him, standing there with his white dress shirt rolled up to his elbows and half untucked from his pants and with small beads of sweat rolling, glistening, down his high forehead. He hadn't seen the fourteen-year-old all day, as sixth years rarely had the opportunities to associate with fourth years, and the separation had been damn near killing him.
He couldn't quite understand what it was about the younger Slytherin that made him so... Merlin, he didn't even have words for it. Snape was unlike any other boy, and certainly unlike any of the girls he had chanced an experimental snog with.
But out of all of them, Severus was the only one he really wanted. The only one who made him burn inside... ache, really. He ached. It was rather like a child whose stomach hurt... it would only content itself with the right sort of treat.
And Severus, with his black eyes and moody ways, was just that.
He crossed the length of the Potions classroom, wrapping his arms around Snape's waist and pressing his lips to the side of his mouth, fully expecting Snape to turn his head to indulge in another secret kiss.
But he didn't. Instead, he pushed Lucius away. "G'off," he muttered, scowling darkly. "I'm trying to work."
Like a boy refused the aforementioned treat, Lucius crossed his arms. "That'll all you ever do anymore... work."
"More than I can say for some," he said under his breath.
Lucius' eyes narrowed, glinting slightly. "What was that?"
"Nothing."
"Bullshit, Sev."
Silence. Then, "I hate it when you call me that."
"What, Sev?"
"Think it's cute, do you?"
He leaned in again, his breath hot against Snape's flushed skin. "Very." His mouth caressed Snape's jawline and abruptly captured his bottom lip, sucking lightly on it. The moan that escaped Severus' mouth was evidence enough that the boy was no longer out-of-sorts with him. Sometimes, it was just too easy.
Snape's mouth covered his, warm and wanting. Lucius heard the ladle that had been put to use stirring the potion now drop to the ground with a wooden clatter as Snape's arms came up around him, drawing him closer.
He smelled of potions, an extremely arousing scent that made him suddenly light-headed. Lucius' long fingers entwined in Snape's hair, pulling his head back as his mouth traveled down his neck, sucking at the spot where neck met shoulder.
"Merlin," Snape gasped, his hands sliding inside Lucius' robes, already trained to find their way through the layers of material to the waiting skin beneath. The raven-haired Slytherin had always been old for his years, but his familiarity with the sexual games they played made him seem even more advanced.
Lucius' breath caught as Snape's deft fingers stroked a particularly receptive area of his body and he bit down suddenly on the boy's shoulder. He jerked only slightly. "Careful, Lucius."
"Thought you liked it rough," he murmured silkily, pressing against Snape more insistently, taking charge of the situation. His cold eyes flickered up, sparkling with desire, and he reached up to begin to unbutton Severus' shirt.
His hands left their exploring and grasped Lucius'. "Not here..." He glanced around the inside of the classroom, as if a professor would jump out at any moment. "We could get caught."
Low laughter rumbled in Malfoy's throat. "Since when has that bothered you, Sev?" His hands tore free of Snape's and quickly slid under the shirt. "I always thought it made it more exciting." His mouth sought his lover's, but Snape pulled away.
"Thought?" His black eyes narrowed. "We've kept our relationship to the dormitories and hidden rooms, Lucius." He blanched at the words, realizing his mistake far too late. "Unless you've been screwing others behind my back..."
"Of course not." He forced a smile and played with a lock of Severus' hair. "Who else would I want?"
Who else? Did he really want names? Snape knew there were plenty of others, both male and female, that Malfoy would both want and take, if the opportunity arose. But he said nothing as Lucius kissed him again, hard and convincing. There was little use arguing with that kiss. So he simply let himself melt into it and for the moment, his fears and suspicions were dissuaded.
Perhaps there was no one else.
* * *
It was late when the boys woke and returned to the dormitories, still exhausted. Snape yawned widely, nearly tumbling into the doorpost on his way down the stairs. As he was about enter his dorm, Lucius caught him by the hand. "Come sleep with me."
He blinked sleepily. "What?"
"Come. With me. To bed. Great Merlin, Sev, are you really that tired?"
Another yawn split his face. "Yes. And don't call me that."
"And just what are you going to do about it?"
"I could beat you at dueling... any day."
"Sure." He tugged his hand. "Now, come on, before I fall asleep standing up." Silently, Snape followed as Lucius led him along the familiar path to the sixth years' dorm. The door opened on noiseless hinges, revealing four sleeping masses already under their covers and one bed still unoccupied. Lucius' bed, with the warm, smooth sheets, soft as silk against bare skin. He loved those sheets.
Both boys stripped quickly down to their boxers and climbed beneath the covers, already shivering from the cold. Soon Snape found himself pressed back against the older boy's body, his own fitting perfectly with the other form. 'Like a puzzle,' he thought vaguely, mind clouded by exhaustion.
Lucius' arm draped round his middle, pulling him closer. His breath was hot and pleasant against Severus' neck, and he had almost fallen asleep when he heard Lucius whisper, "My parents want me to join Him."
Him? Who was Him? His tired mind searched for a name. Realization hit him harder than the cold draft had, and he was suddenly very much awake. Him was Voldemort.
Lucius was joining.
END CHAPTER FIVE
Notes: This chapter was... odd. I don't know... I'm not sure of my characterizations, but I'm hoping they'll work themselves out once the idea for the story roots itself more firmly in my mind, which it's beginning to do. I dunno... what do you think?