Chapter 3: Need
Summary: The new DADA Professor has arrived, and Snape is all set to hate him. However, the new young Professor is more than he seems. Will Snape get over his jealousy in time to find out his secret, or will Voldemort get to him first?
Disclaimer: I know these really don't save you from getting sued, but no one's been sued by JKR yet, so we've got hope, right? I don't own anything except the plot and my original character, Malachai Tomaren. Go me.
Pairings: Lucius/Severus, Severus/OC later
Warnings: The slash is upon you!
Chapter notes: Originally, chapter 3 was very long so I've split it into two parts; the first is the Lucius goodness and the second is where we get back to the plot. Bah, plot. Who needs that! In this chapter, we see why Lucius might speak so highly of Severus.. >:D
Major thanks go to everyone who reviewed, to everyone who's still reading this despite how long it's taken me, to Kay for such great feedback, and to my wonderful beta, Killer.
Lucius Malfoy ruled with fear. Everyone who had ever met the wizard found out instantly that Lucius was not a man to be taken lightly. Nor was he a man others dismissed out of hand. No, anyone who met Lucius quickly learned to smile, nod, and give him whatever he wanted. Those unlucky enough to become his enemy regretted it every day for the rest of their lives, however shortened their lifespan might become. His enemies died screaming, and in torment.
Suffice it to say, he would not be described as a 'fluffy bunny' sort of person. So when Severus was awoken early the next morning to Lucius Malfoy gently prodding him in the chest, and cracked open an eye to see the aforementioned tyrant smiling -actually smiling- at him, he almost had a stroke. Then he thought he was dreaming. Then he remembered what had happened the day before.
Severus sat straight up in bed, one eye wide and the other still shut tight, his hair sticking off his head at strange angles. Lucius lay next to him, chuckling. He relaxed his posture and gave a snort of annoyance, running a hand over his face. "Stop smiling, Lucius, it's frightening." He risked a peek back at his bedmate, noting that the smile sat oddly on Lucius' features, as if it knew it didn't belong there. This also made it look like he'd swallowed something too large for his throat. "You look in pain."
"Don't be silly," Lucius murmured, and Severus was glad to hear that his voice hadn't lost that evil purring quality to it. It was the type of sound that kept one up at night, shivering even when it was warm.
Severus felt the sheets and covers shift around him as Lucius stretched like a contented cat. "It's the first time in months I've woken up in a real bed. I have reason to smile."
"So you do," Severus conceded. A hand slithered into his lap and the yawn he'd been working up to turned into a gasp. "Merlin, Lucius, what are you doing?" he asked sleepily, and was about to push it away when the hand began fumbling for purchase amongst his nightshirt and settled firmly over his cock. Severus sunk back down onto his back at the onslaught of sensation brought on from just that little gesture. Lucius' rich chuckle rang out in his ear, and teeth delicately played with his earlobe as Lucius' hands went questing for the hem of his nightshirt.
"I'm giving you a present," Lucius answered when his mouth was free to do so, "For so generously allowing me the use of your house."
Severus wasn't so sure that he shouldn't be insulted by that. "Since when did we need excuses?"
Lucius' hands dove under the nightshirt, dragging the thick fabric upwards, and grasped his hardening cock as if seizing a prize. Severus gasped, squeezing his eyes shut, and was instantly to full hardness. Three lonely months, it had been.
"Alright, then. I'm molesting you in your bed because I want to, Severus. Because I've thought about doing just this for three months, and you're going to be a good boy and stop talking now."
Severus would've laughed, if Lucius hadn't begun stroking him in earnest. "Oh.. Merlin, Lucius.." Severus groaned, throwing his head back. The friction increased, and his skin was bordering the line between 'pleasantly warm' and 'uncomfortably hot'. "Lucius.. Oil.."
Lucius made a strange sort of 'bah, humbug' noise in his throat, then pulled his hands away and rolled onto his knees, settling in between Severus' thighs. The horrible absence of pressure on his skin made Severus open his eyes in time to see Lucius giving him a downright predatory smile. Severus felt so exposed then, with his nightshirt pushed up over his stomach and his thighs spread so shamelessly, and his cock gave an answering throb. "I've got some in the nightstand drawer," he added, in what sounded to his ears to be a horribly needy whine.
Lucius flashed a toothy grin. "I remember."
Then Lucius drew his nightshirt over his head and revealed his unabashed nakedness, and Severus felt dizzy. He'd seen the man wearing only a blanket last night, but it just wasn't the same until all that gorgeous skin was exposed and Lucius was bending down to run his tongue along Severus' shaft.
Severus couldn't recall the last time he'd felt this happy as he dug his fingers into the bed sheets and called Lucius' name. Lucius responded by digging his own fingers into Severus' hips savagely and sucking on the head of Severus' penis like it was candy. Soon, Severus' senses dissolved into one mammoth wave of pleasure that crashed against him over and over. Lucius took his whole erection in his mouth, pushing down on Severus' hips so that he could control the pace, and began moving his head up and down the shaft.
Severus groaned in ecstasy, his hips barely moving a centimeter but still trying valiantly to thrust as he wanted. He could just feel Lucius wanting to admonish him, but all that came from his mouth now were wet sucking noises. It was music to Severus' ears.
A horribly marvelous tension was building in the base of Severus' erection, and he squeezed his eyes shut, concentrating on the intense sensations mounting within him, willing himself over the edge into climax. Just as he thought he must be mere instants away from orgasm, the wet heat suctioning around his cock suddenly disappeared. The air of the room was cool against his sensitive skin, and his eyes popped open very wide. Severus wanted to murder no one so badly in that moment as Lucius Malfoy.
He reached up, digging fingers into Lucius' shoulder. "If you stop now I will kill you." he whispered urgently, putting all the ferocity he felt into his eyes. Lucius laughed, and gave his cock a few strokes with his hand, but it wasn't nearly enough.
"Relax, Severus. It's not over yet. I want you hard for what's to come."
Severus was about to protest when he was roughly flipped over onto his stomach, and his nightshirt was hitched higher up his back. He spit out a mouthful of blanket as Lucius' weight settled over him. He could feel Lucius' erect member poking him in the butt cheek. "What are you doing?" Severus asked, feeling the other man's weight shift around and trying to see back over his shoulder.
"I believe I told you to shut your mouth a minute ago," Lucius drawled lazily.
Severus bit back a snide retort, listening to him rummaging through a drawer. Oh. Right. Oil. He stretched his arms out among the soft sheets, feeling the most at ease in his own skin in this moment. The distinct sensation of being trapped was incredibly pleasant under the circumstances. He pushed his hips into the bed experimentally and was rewarded with a stinging smack to the little of his bottom that was exposed. Severus grit his teeth, craning his neck to look over his shoulder and try to catch Lucius' gaze. He wasn't the type to cry out, especially when he knew Lucius would just love that.
"I told you to be still," Lucius murmured absently.
Severus thought about that. "No you didn't." He wondered what was taking Lucius so damn long, just grab the jar of oil and..
Another stinging smack landed in the same spot, and this time it was a little harder not to make noise.
"I did tell you to shut your mouth, though."
"Yes, so you did," Severus agreed readily, but made no attempt to listen, "What are you doing anyway? Isn't the jar in there?" He was becoming increasingly irritated the longer he was forced to wait with this insistent erection draining all blood away from his ability to be suitably snide.
He heard the drawer close and felt Lucius' weight shift again, then one of his arms was grabbed and yanked none too gently behind his back. "Hades, Lucius.."
"You're such a naughty little pet," Lucius chastised, rocking his hips forward and spearing Severus in the ass cheek.
Severus recognized the feeling of rope being wound around his wrist, and then the second was pulled back to join its mate so that his hands were bound tightly behind him. He always felt that he ought to protest at this sort of treatment, but it was making his cock positively throb with anticipation. "That's because I'm not your pet."
Lucius' weight crushed him as he leaned forward so he could whisper into Severus' ear fiercely. "Sometime soon I will have to debate that fact with you, my friend. But as for right now, I haven't the patience. Why don't you just be quiet and let me fuck you? Do I really have to explain to you how much I need this?"
This made Severus squeeze his eyes shut and push his hips back against Lucius. "So do it then," he replied urgently through clenched teeth.
The weight was gone again, though Severus could feel it shifted downwards on the bed, and two slippery hands were prying the cheeks of his ass apart, probing the pucker of muscle there and stretching him wide. Lucius' movements became increasingly frantic, as fingers slipped inside the ring of muscle and scissored inside until Severus was pushing his face into the bedspread to keep from begging Lucius for more. As it was, he was groaning shamefully, and if he allowed his lips to form actual words, he knew they'd be spewing forth the most embarrassing rubbish.
Finally - finally! - Severus felt something much thicker and warmer probing his opening, and Lucius shoved his way inside. The feeling of invasion was so much more intense than Severus remembered, and he gasped loudly as Lucius filled him to the hilt. He tried to get his knees under himself, so he could meet Lucius' quick, urgent thrusts with his own, but the man's weight kept him pinned. He pulled against the ropes binding his wrists, he writhed and pushed and fought, and was rewarded when Lucius' rhythm became more savage. This was a far cry from lovemaking, this was fucking, and it was the best thing he'd ever felt.
Suddenly he had room. Lucius had shifted his position and Severus instantly pushed up onto his knees, digging his chin into the bed in order to do so. Then Lucius' cock was hitting that spot inside him, the one that made him cry out though he tried not to, and he ceased caring as to what noises he made. He heard Lucius grunting in time to his cries, felt fingertips digging into his hips again and a hand squeezing his cock.
The pressure mounted within him so fast this time that it almost hurt, and before he could register what was going on in his mind, he spilled over the edge, shooting his climax all over the sheets beneath him. Lucius was not far behind, groaning something about being squeezed to death, and then thick bursts of the other man's come were filling him up.
For what seemed like an eternity, the two lay where they'd collapsed, Severus still enjoying the feeling of being smushed against Lucius and panting wordlessly as he struggled to catch his breath. Lucius was doing the same, a hand still clutching Severus' hip possessively and a curtain of platinum blonde hair tickling Severus' chest.
"That," the blonde finally managed to utter, "was a long time coming."
Severus knew how Lucius really meant it, but he couldn't seem to help himself. "I noticed."
Lucius made a surprised noise through his nose, then caressed Severus' thigh. Severus took it to mean his attempt at humor was appreciated.
He could've laid there all day, reveling in the kind of mucky stupor that feels so good as long as you don't move, but of course eventually he had to face Hogwarts again. Tell Dumbledore that Lucius was indeed here, hadn't done anything remotely interesting except ruin a priceless rug, and wasn't interested in talking about his daring escape from the wizard prison.
Finally, he managed to face facts. "I've got to get up." Severus said, trying to sound stern, pulling on his wrists that were still bound behind him.
"No," was Lucius Malfoy's spoiled little child reply.
"Yes. I've got students to teach. People to frighten."
"Well. The second is important, I will admit." Lucius conceded, though he didn't make any move to let Severus rise.
"Lucius.."
Lucius sighed. "Alright. You can make me breakfast now."
"Make it yourself."
"You have no right to say that. If you had a house-elf, you wouldn't have to bother. That isn't my concern." Lucius pulled his fingers out of the divots they'd made in Severus' skin.
"You're such a spoiled child."
Lucius dug his fingers back in. Pain lanced up his side, and Severus winced. "Stop that."
"Breakfast. Now."
Severus heard the threat in that cold tone, and he knew he'd hit the point where he couldn't argue with Lucius anymore and walk away with all his pieces intact. Lucius had lost his patience, and being a prudent man, Severus recognized when to stop. Of course, there was still the matter of him being naked, sweaty, and dripping with Lucius' fluids. "Yes, yes, I'll make you breakfast. Let me just clean up first."
"Our Lord has been most interested lately in meeting with foreign wizards," Lucius announced later between bites of egg. He had settled in to his breakfast as ravenously as his image would allow, which meant that he was taking very small bites and giving ample breathing time between each.
Severus sat across from him at the large oak table with a cup of tea in one hand and a bored expression on his face. Lucius knew him to be a straight to the point person, but he was afraid he'd appear to be pestering Lucius if he started asking questions again, so now he made sure to have an air of little concern. But not too little as to be suspicious. He reflected on the difficulties of this a moment, then took a sip of tea.
"Foreign wizards. How bloody fabulous." he murmured after swallowing, and set his cup down with the beginnings of a frown as he remembered Tomaren colliding with him yesterday. "..Not American, by chance?"
Lucius looked up from his plate, swallowed a bite of toast, and arched a silver brow. "A few. Why?"
Severus waved a hand to dismiss his idle wondering, then stopped himself and allowed himself to look interested. "He hasn't set a Malachai Tomaren up at Hogwarts this year, has he?" he asked, stressing the name with a hint of scorn.
Lucius blinked at Severus, which was the most confusion he ever showed. "No.." he said slowly, appearing to ponder this, then asked with a smirk, "New Defense teacher this year?"
"Bloody hell," was all Severus needed to say.
Lucius chuckled, then paused to finish up his eggs. When he turned his attention back to Severus, it was to say, "Dumbledore isn't ever going to give you that job, you know. It's pointless to keep applying for it. He needs a good Potions Master."
Severus just nodded, not wanting to debate the point. "Acts like a frightened bird around me."
Lucius tilted his head. "Who? Oh.. The new Defense chap?"
Nodding, Severus stood up and took Lucius' plate to the sink. He set it inside, then decided he wasn't even going to bother with the spell to have it wash itself, and walked back to the table. "I've got to leave for Hogwarts shortly. When are you going to enlighten me as to what is going on? I'm presuming, of course, that you already have a plan for proceeding, and that it will affect me other than having you as a houseguest?"
"Not yet," was all Lucius would say. "When we have more time, I'll explain everything. Your part isn't to come yet anyway. Just relax."
"I don't like waiting for the unexpected to drop into my lap, Lucius," Severus warned. He thought momentarily of the house-elf that had visited him.
"Yes, of course not. I know that. Relax, Severus. I'm not going to let you walk blindly into anything. That would make me look rather foolish, now wouldn't it?" Lucius smirked.
Severus folded his arms across his chest, and gave Lucius a disapproving scowl. Chuckling, Lucius rose to his feet and closed the distance between them, his hands resting on Severus' upper arms. Severus stared into steel blue eyes and cursed his weakness.
"Come back tonight?" Lucius asked, but Severus knew it wasn't really a question. "I suppose I could," Severus replied reluctantly. "Tomorrow is Saturday, and nothing important's going on at the school yet, so I should be able to stay longer. Then you could fill me in.."
He'd meant to say more, but Lucius chose that moment to kiss him. It wasn't very tender, or romantic, or any of the things kisses were supposed to be. It was a claiming of the mouth, simple dominance, that quickly turned into insistent need. Lucius' hands found their way into Severus' hair, forced the two of them together while a tongue stabbed inside his mouth. Two sets of lungs drew in noisy breaths through two noses as Severus fought for control and lost. His arms were pinned between their chests, and he'd been lost under the onslaught of lips and tongue when he kissed back.
The kiss was all too fleeting unfortunately, and Lucius soon after broke away, smoothing down the front of Severus' robes as he stepped back. "There's plenty of time for that," he admonished.
Severus stared back at him, still rather dumbfounded. "..I'll come back tonight," he finally managed, and Lucius chuckled again. The sound was rich and dark and sexy.