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Note: Sorry about the last chapter, I totally agree it did seem weird to me in some points- maybe it's because I wrote the dialogue first and then added actions? Anyways, sorry about that. I think this one doesn't have that problem... Well, thank you all for the great reviews, I never expected them...really. By the way, would everyone mind terribly if I take a writer's license and put only three years between Severus and Lucius/ - Enjoy the chapter! (and review) ;)!

Malfoy let the door bang behind him as he followed his companion into the room, their boots leaving trails of dirt on the crimson rug. He tugged at the mask hanging on his neck and finally managed to throw it on the bed with a disgruntled snarl, Snape retrieved his own mask and placed it on the bedside table, along with his wand. He turned around, and amused smirk crawling over his face as he watched Lucius hurry to the handsome wooden mirror and, his face close up to the reflecting surface, worriedly begin prodding his hairline where a scab of dark red- nearly brown clotted blood had formed. Severus finally shook his head slightly and approached, resting his chin on Malfoy's shoulder for a moment, looking at them both in the mirror before forcing Lucius's hands away and making turn so he could stare into his face. Silence reigned for a few seconds as he carefully inspected the cut, Snape raised a hand to graze his fingers over the dry blood and unexpectedly pulled a piece of scab away, making Lucius jump and glare at him through narrowed eyes.

'It's just a small cut.' Snape informed, the corners of his lips twitching. 'I do believe it's more your pride that's wounded, isn't it?'

Malfoy averted his eyes, scowling at the dimly lit room before returning to glare at Severus.

'Well, naturally I am indignant. That filthy muggle spilled my blood. Blood belonging to one of the purest wizarding families!'

Snape sneered at him, subtly rolling his eyes.

'Poor child, does it hurt?'

He mocked nastily, wetting his dry lips with his tongue. Lucius' eyes followed the tip of the muscle as it traveled in and out of Severus' mouth. Silver and black melded as they gazed at each other, Malfoy glaring at the glimmer of amusement shining in the other man's eyes.

'You're filthy.'

Lucius spat finally. Snape raised an eyebrow.

'And you're not?'

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'It reminds me of the Prefect's Bathroom.'

Severus commented as he surveyed the sparkling white-gray marble walls and ample circular bathtub. Malfoy looked up, his fingers still half-way from unbuttoning his shirt and raised his eyebrows.

'Yes, but this one is- quite more private.'

Snape smirked, leaning against the wall still dressed.

'I seem to recall it was private enough on a fair number of occasions.'

Malfoy's expression mirrored Severus' as finished undressing, flinging his shirt to join the pile where the rest of his clothes and robes lay, next to his boots. He frowned as he saw Snape had not made any move to remove his clothes and walked up to him, burrowing his head in the crook of his neck and nipping at the flesh lightly.

'Are you planning to bathe dressed?'

He asked, sliding off the black-haired man's robes.

'The h-house-elf.'

Severus explained breathlessly as Malfoy's hands strayed under the shirt and lips brushed roughly along his jaw. Lucius paused to stare at the female creature who was preparing their bath, large ears twitching as she poured salts and oils expertly into the warm water.

'They're sworn to secrecy, they know what to expect if they say things they're not supposed to.'

Bulging green eyes surveyed them curiously while the house-elf closed the bottles she had been using.

'She seems rather bold, doesn't she?'

Snape said, staring at the creature who was currently swishing the water about with some un-known instrument.

'Yes. It does. Well, there are always punishments to hand out to improper servants.'

He responded indifferently, returning to the process of undressing the other wizard. The house-elf finally stalked up to them, curtsying.

'May sirs be wanting anything else?'

'Yes, tell some other kitchen elf to send some refreshments.'

'Yubby wills bring it sir.'

'No, elf, you shall..' Malfoy paused, obviously relishing in thinking up some atrocious punishment. ' You shall nail your ears to a piece of wood...and tell Narcissa to think up some punishment of her own, I'm sure she'll enjoy some distraction.'

Yubby's lower lips trembled but she nodded and disappeared with a crack. Snape stared at Lucius, looking quite amused.

'How's Narcissa coming along, any problems?'

He asked, finally undressing completely. Lucius stepped into the water with a pleased sigh, not answering until Snape had joined him.

'Some morning sickness I'm sick about her complaining about, but nothing else.'

Severus nodded politely, settling behind Lucius who immediately leant back, the water up to their waist in sitting position. Lucius sat up startled as he felt something wet and soft massaged into his hair.

'What are you doing?'

He asked, turning around eyebrows raised. Snape cocked an eyebrow too.

'Washing your hair, it's dirty.'

He replied, his tone conveying he clearly thought it was obvious. Malfoy smiled, still looking slightly surprised and returned to his original position to enjoy the sensation of slim fingers running through his scalp. Severus caressed the silky, now soapy hair, bringing a strange to his cheek and brushing his lips to it. Lucius moaned contentedly as Snape proceeded to ease his back and neck muscles, his feet running down the length of Malfoy's legs as he moved down his spine.

'Let me tend your hair, see if I can get some of the grease out of it.'

Lucius suggested with a smirk, forcing Snape to move and change positions.

'You've known me for more than a decade and now you want to fix my hair.'

Snape said dryly while Malfoy began running his hands through the black strands. His lips brushed a pale shoulder, even while his hands worked at the hair.

'No, it doesn't really bother me. If it did, I would have done something about before, wouldn't I have?'

Severus shivered as hot breath tingled his neck and hands ran down his sides until they plunged under water over his hips and back up again.

'You've lost weight, Severus.'

Lucius remarked, a small hint of concern in his voice as he ran his fingers over protruding ribs once more.

Snape shrugged, gasping slightly as Malfoy sucked on the sensitive skin of his neck, similarly to a ravenous vampire.

'I must invite you to dinner more often.'

The wizard continued, hands trailing down the flat of Severus' stomach and down his navel, feeling blood rushing down to his own organ as he felt something twitching near his fingers.

'Too much exercise and too little food...'

Malfoy explained, running his tongue over Severus' lips as the raven-haired man turned his head and they kissed. Snape turned completely as they broke the kiss, straddling Lucius and leaning in to capture his lower lip between his teeth, sucking on it lightly as shafts brushed against each other, sending shivers of pleasure like electric shocks through both of them. Malfoy groaned, biting the tongue currently within his mouth until a metallic taste invaded both, and Severus pulled away, his lips red from kissing and blood. The same metallic glint came into gray eyes, turning them from rain clouds into steel. He pulled Snape closer and licked at the blood, moaning as their hips bucked together, hands tangled in his hair.

'Severusss...'

Lucius hissed, crawling forward and pushing Snape against the opposite side of the tub, nuzzling his neck. Severus gasped when his side hit the edge of the bath, but pain and pleasure melded into one as Lucius pulled his legs up slightly and plunged into him hard. Snape groaned as Malfoy pulled back only to enter again, setting a fast rhythm which had them both panting when they finally came.

Neither said nothing while they caught their breath, Lucius finally caressed Snape's hair, brushing it away from his face and kissed his jaw. As they disentangled, Malfoy ran his fingers over parallel scratches on the small of his back.

'That's going to leave a mark, you know?'

Snape smirked, black eyes glittering.

'As will this rash I seem to have developed all over my neck...'

Malfoy allowed a small laugh to escape him, which was swallowed as their lips met once more.

'You're staying the night, aren't you?'

He asked, whispering in Snape's ear as they rinsed and stepped out of the bathtub. Another house-elf popped into appearance, eyes politely lowered as it offered two warm towels and in the draped across the other arm, two bathrobes.

Snape set his cup of wine on the table, raising his hand to his mouth to cover his yawn. Malfoy smiled slightly, finishing his own drink and leaving his glass. He rolled on his side, resting on his elbow and gazing at his dark-haired companion. Snape moved closer and finally lay down with a sigh. Lucius's lips twitched as he turned off the lights with his wand and settled down himself. Their lips brushed, Severus' absently, eyes already closed while Malfoy draped his arm across his waist and their legs entwined.

'Night Lucius..'

'Good night Severus.'