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Snape abandoned the book he had been perusing, letting it fall closed with a crisp rustling of old yellowish pages rubbing together, before settling more comfortably on the sofa. Malfoy glanced at the clock when he heard the wizard give a sleepy sigh and frowned slightly, seeing that it was roughly above lunch hour- and Severus never took unnecessary naps.

Lucius set down his own volume and eyed the now sleeping man on his lap silently, following with his eyes the trail of his fingers as they wove through the raven locks, coming to rest on pale skin. His fingers traced the contour of Snape's jaw, paused to feel the tingling sensation of his exhalations of breath through enticingly parted lips. Digits skid down his neck, Malfoy closed his eyes, holding his breath unconsciously for a moment as he felt the pulse beating beneath his fingers. He found himself uniting the ticking of the clock that resounded through the silent room and the pulse. His hand roved down, bumping over the protruding collarbone and settling on the chest where he was met once again by the incessant, steady heartbeat. His eyes softened for a moment. Then he shook his head.

Nearly an hour had passed, he noticed as he smoothed the hair from Severus' brow, whose face contorted suddenly. Eyebrows contracting slightly and eyelids fluttering as sleep released it's hold. Malfoy stiffened for a moment before he bent down suddenly and kissed Snape's temple. A small smile graced the waking man's featured before he opened his eyes.

'Insomnia problems again?'

Lucius asked softly. Snape nodded, the motion accompanied with a disgruntled growl. Malfoy smirked slightly and cupped the other man's head with his hand to bring them into a kiss. Their lips brushed, just barely. He ran his tongue over Snape's lower lip, moistening the flesh before sucking on it gently. Slender fingers grazed his face before coming to rest at the base of his head, digging in and out of his hair. He let his hand wander beneath Snape's shirt, delighting in the touch of cool skin.

'And I thought Narcissa was the smartest of the three.'

They broke apart hastily, Snape straightened himself and stood up tensely. Bellatrix Lestrange stood in the doorway, looking both grouchy and disappointed.

'It would be smart of you to remain quiet.'

Lucius hissed menacingly, drawing out his wand. Bellatrix snorted and stared back impassively.

'We'll settle this later, Lucius. I just came to say that your son,' she cast a contemptuous look at Snape, 'and godson, is being born.'

Snape took a step forward, a faint glimmer of excitement discernible in his otherwise emotionless countenance. Malfoy smiled vaguely with a raised eyebrow.

'The Malfoy heir. Splendid. Let's go.'

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'Sir.'

Lucius' head shot up from where it had been resting on Snape's shoulder at the entrance of the healer; she was an old irritable woman with the rounded limbs of the comfortably rich and beady black eyes. She raised a thick eyebrow and gave a rasping cough. Snape nudged Malfoy subtly, who stood and walked towards the healer.

'Ye' had a handsome, healthy boy.'

She said gruffly. Lucius approached her slowly and finally gazed down at the baby nestled between her fat arms and white cotton sheets. He extended his hand and propped up his chin with a finger, inspecting him closely.

'He's yer baby, Mr. Malfoy. You can hold him.'

Malfoy glared at her, but took the bundle in his arms. Draco snuffled and fidgeted towards him, little fingers curling around a stray strand of Lucius' hair. At this, Malfoy smiled and after a few more moments of contemplation walked to Snape. Severus raised himself to his feet, they exchanged a glance before he lowered his eyes to the baby boy. He had a small tuft of light blonde hair, a vague hint of Narcissa's nose could be distinguished as well as the promise of his father's pointed face. His eyes fluttered open, startling both the men. Quite suddenly, the corners of Snape's mouth tilted upwards and he grinned at Lucius.

'He's going to look like you, I'd say.'

Malfoy smirked and, as though he were whispering something in the man's ear, brushed his cheek with his lips.

'I'll see you later, godfather.'

'Indeed. Daddy.'

(this is a few days later)

'The matter is taken care of.'

Lucius said indifferently with an elegant shrug. Snape raised an eyebrow but remained silent, taking another bite of his dinner.

'As much as I actually enjoy the idea of Bellatrix tortured, I hope you did not resort to such measures- for appearances sake, more than anything.'

He said finally, serving a little more wine for both of them. Malfoy glared at him and huffed indignantly.

'Surely you do not think me crude enough.'

Snape smirked and averted his eyes, taking another casual forkful.

'What is that supposed to mean, Severus?'

Lucius hissed irritably.

'Surely silence speaks for itself.'

Severus mocked, sneering behind his glass.

Malfoy stood up angrily and pulled the man roughly away from the table, grasping his wrists, he pressed him against the wall and kissed him hard.

'You see what I mean...'

Lucius growled at him before lowering his head and biting the crook of Severus' neck, drawing bright red droplets of blood which seemed to shine against the pale skin. Snape gasped in pain and fidgeted, but Malfoy did not loosen his relentless grasp on the man's wrists. He licked the blood with a moan of pleasure and then turned to slide his red tinged lips over Severus', who took advantage of the situation to capture his lower lip, managing his revenge as he broke through the tender flesh.

'This is really going to hurt in the morning..'

The blond man whispered as he lowered them to the carpeted floor, Snape imprisoned between his legs and his arms held still by Malfoy's relentless grasp. Malfoy sucked at the pale skin right beneath his collarbone, leaving it an angry red. His tongue circled erect nipples before he pulled at one of them with his teeth. Severus thrashed with an quiet moan, which Lucius took as the signal to continue his administrations.

'I think I've made my point.'

Severus whispered, still on the floor, now lying beside Lucius who smirked and crushed them closer together, arms circling Snape's waist.

'I believe you enjoyed our little torture session...'

He replied, caressing his cheek with sudden tenderness. Snape gave him a half-smile, rubbing his neck.

'Somewhat. Although pain was rather more predominate than pleasure at some points.'

'I won't say I'm sorry, because I'm not.'

'Beast.'

'You've mixed up our roles Severus. I'm the beauty, in any case, you're the beast.'

Snape sat up abruptly, scowling, his eyes darkened. He pushed himself to his feet and swiftly collected his clothes. Lucius frowned, realizing the man was leaving when he pulled on his shirt, and stood up himself. He grasped his wrist to stop him. Severus yanked his hand away and thrust himself into his pants.

'Severus. F-forgive me, you are beautiful.'

The raven-haired man ceased dressing but said nothing, Lucius grimaced behind Snape's back then hooked up his usual arrogant smile, his arms circled Severus' waist and he rested his chin on the crook of his arm. Snape hissed in pain and turned around to look at him.

'I don't ask for flattery Lucius. Simply, take care not to insult me.'

He snarled coldly.

'I'm sorry Raven.'

As he uttered the last word he gave a start, surprised. Severus looked at him uncertainly, narrowing his eyes thoughtfully. Malfoy smiled and brushed his lips against the other man's in an intimate kiss. Snape melted into the embrace and allowed Lucius to coax him back to bed.

'Let's see if you can get some sleep, Severus.'