Part Four
Lucius
When had he attached himself to Lucius? Even he was not sure. He had been hunting Death Eaters and then there he was. Blond and perfect in the moonlight, the dark mark an unmerited bruise on so beautiful a specimen. His lips were like fire and his eyes ice. Severus sensed a kindred spirit, a perfect complement to himself. They both felt it.
Their time together was a dark debacle, perfectly poised power games of control and restraint. Years later they played at their sport in Malfoy's bedroom, cold but richly adorned. Lucius unlocked the chains binding Snape's wrists, who collapsed onto the floor. Lying there he looked up at Malfoy.
"Why me Lucius? Out of everyone you could have, why me?"
"You have a strange penchant for receiving pain Severus, and I one for giving it."
"Is that all?"
"Yes. And yet, no. You intrigue me Severus. You shy away from everyone and stare at the world through detached blank eyes and yet you long for human contact. You are a puzzle Severus, one I am eager to solve."
"How can you solve me when I myself don't know the answers?"
"Oh yes you do. You just don't want to know them. That's why you hide them away behind that red veil of pain and blood, hate and despair. One day it will tear and you will be confronted with yourself. But until then...(he smirked down at Snape)...kneel." Severus did, taking Lucius into his sore mouth, wishing away all of his memories. Soon they were the furthest thing from his mind and all he could see was Lucius and the everpresent burning of all that was beautiful in his eyes.