Chapter 6: "Scheming"
Summary: While Severus Snape certainly isn't the malignant boogeyman that most Hogwarts students percieve him to be, he's no saint either. While Severus Snape certainly is dedicated to the Order of the Poenix and its goals, he also has his own agenda.
Warnings: this chapter is rated NC-17 for mansmut and language. If you're offended by the thought of man on man buggering, or hey, if you just don't like hearing people say 'fuck' a lot, you might want to go elsewhere.
Pairing in this chapter: Lucius/Severus
Author Notes: Again, big thank yous to everyone who's reviewed! I'm up to 20 now, I feel special! ...Even if most of them are demands for the next chapter because I suck at updating in a timely fashion. Oh, but this has been corrected! Chapter 7 will be posted one week from today, so expect it to be here promptly on Monday, July 5th! (11:00 am EST if you want to be picky) This is how I say thank you and apologise for my slow updates. ;
Severus stormed away from the eagle statue guarding the entrance to Dumbledore's office in a rage. His black robes billowed out behind him as he strode purposefully towards the castle's exit, hands clenched in tight fists at his sides. His hair occasionally fell into his eyes, but the Potions master ignored it, blazing eyes fixed on an unseen point on the horizon.
Bloody Malachai Tomaren and his smug Vampire face. He had Dumbledore's complete trust, and there was no way in Hades he should! It was all too clear to Severus throughout the meeting that the Headmaster was brushing him off. Even Dumbledore's assurances that his office theft was being looked into felt like an odd aside. Albus might as well have patted his head, handed him a sweet, and shoved him out the door for all the attention he gave to the situation. And if being brushed aside weren't bad enough, the next time he saw Albus, Tomaren would've told him about their confrontation, and he'd have a severe reprimand to look forward to.
The only good thing was that they'd barely spoken about Lucius. Severus was much too furious over Tomaren to concentrate on anything else, and Albus had quickly given up on trying to talk about Death Eaters. Who could think about Death Eaters when there was an insufferable prick occupying the position he ought to have? A prick who broke into his office and stole his property and practically got rewarded for it by Dumbledore!
Severus flew from the castle, not wishing to look at its walls for even a moment later. The corridors blurred together, he rushed by passing students and teachers alike with barely restrained contempt. He crossed the courtyard as a man pursued, and apparated as soon as he passed through the outer wards of the castle.
The door to his house was merely an object blocking his path. He flung the opening charm from his lips and almost reached his front door before the spell, managing not to crash into the solid oak surface by the narrowest of margins. Outer robes were flung somewhere off to his left out of the foyer, and Severus didn't slow down until he reached the kitchen.
More importantly, the liquor cabinet. There was an old bottle of scotch he kept in the back for exceptionally rotten days, and this definitely qualified. He brought it and a glass over to the dining table, standing behind a chair.
As he poured himself a generous serving of the aged liquor, Severus wondered how it was that everything bad always happened to him. Almost killed by a werewolf, sucked into Lucius' inner circle and the Death Eaters, chewed up in Voldemort's quest for power, spit out into the Order of the Phoenix, and drawn back into the Death Eaters as a spy. And now, a Vampire was causing havoc in his life just as things had seemed to be settling down. ..Lucius' sudden appearance didn't help things either.
"Severus," Lucius breathed on cue, expelling warm air onto the back of Snape's neck. If Severus hadn't been so damn tired, he might've been more startled. As it was, all the surprise appearance of Lucius behind him did was earn the blonde a "Go away, Malfoy" for his efforts.
"Malfoy?" Lucius repeated dubiously, sinking gracefully into a chair across the table from him, "You haven't greeted me with such icy regard since we were at school together."
The comment brought to mind an image of sixteen year old Severus, all gangly limbs and a nose he had yet to grow into, uncombed hair clinging limply to his cheeks. Sitting at the Slytherin table in the Great Hall, barely touching his plate of food. Glaring incessantly at James Potter and Sirius Black at the next table over as they laughed and cavorted like baboons. And sixteen year old Lucius, already a paragon of perfection with shiny blonde hair and a perfectly proportioned body, watching him slyly. "A bit obsessed, aren't we?" the memory asked, as nosy as ever, and Severus' curt reply came, filled with teenage angst, "Go away, Malfoy."
It did nothing to improve his mood.
Severus declined comment, slumping into the chair and curling himself possessively around the glass of scotch as a predator protecting its hard-won meal. Black eyes flashed at Lucius, narrowed and serpentine, before he took a hearty drink.
"My, my. Someone's in a rotten mood."
Severus set the glass down, resenting Lucius for still existing, despite his vocal wishes to the contrary. "And your smug gittiness isn't helping," he growled.
Lucius propped his chin elegantly in one palm, looking his longtime friend over with the smallest of smiles and one feathery brow arched. "Let's see.. no mere student could put you in this rotten state.. unless it was Potter?"
Severus stared with determination at a point off in space. Perhaps if he just willed Lucius away..
"Hmm, not even a hiss. Not Potter then. Harry Potter." Still nothing from Severus. He elaborated. "Harry James Potter. Smug little famous child himself, a friend to every wizard. The Boy Who Can Do No Wrong." Still nothing? Incredible. That usually always got him. "Dumbledore's golden boy-"
"I'll tell you who Dumbledore's golden boy really is," Severus suddenly growled, feeling the dark cloud over his head begin to rumble, "Malachai Bloody Tomaren, that's who. Potter's got nothing on that bastard." Severus' gaze darted back to Lucius as he felt what he thought was definitely a well-deserved rant coming on.
The sudden glint of acknowledgment in Lucius' clear blue eyes stopped him, though. Lucius wet his lips in anticipation, raising his head off his hand.
"I heard that name today."
Severus' eyebrows shot up towards his hairline. "Where?" he asked, though that was rather a dumb question, considering. Where was the only place Lucius would've gone today besides here?
"From the Dark Lord's own lips," Lucius began, ducking his head in an automatic gesture of reverence.
Voldemort. Well, he would have to come up eventually, wouldn't he? As much as Severus enjoyed pretending the man didn't exist. But this was very interesting. Albus had mentioned that Malachai needed his assistance, had practically admitted to giving Tomaren the job just so he would have a safe haven at Hogwarts.
"What did our Lord say?" Severus asked, suddenly feeling breathless. His scotch was momentarily forgotten, and he placed both hands on the table in front of him, leaning forward towards Lucius.
Lucius' smile was filled with razor blades. "He has been looking for Mister Tomaren for quite some time now... You see, Vampires aren't that easy to find, even when one has the resources that our Lord does." Lucius was obviously waiting for that to sink in, waiting for the explosion that would come with such damning news.
Severus just nodded and answered with no small amount of wry cynicism, "Unless you're me, apparently."
"You knew?" Lucius almost looked astonished.
"Found out today," Severus muttered, nodding. "He broke into my office before I arrived at the school, stole a very powerful magical item, and almost attacked me when I confronted him about it later." Well, that was the short version, but the only one Lucius needed. "I saw the bloody fangs myself."
Lucius looked angry. His hands were bunching into fists, and he looked desperate to hit something. Surprised, for a moment Severus thought he was going to lash out at him.
"Wonderful. I am so glad Draco is going to school in such a secure environment, where Vampires are allowed to teach."
Surely he hadn't been surprised. No, Severus sensed this was residual anger. He wondered how close Lucius had been to blowing his cover, marching into the school, and demanding to pull his son out of classes.
"I can't say I blame you, as a parent." Severus added. He'd wondered how long it would be before Lucius' precious son came up, and was rather surprised it had taken this long. He'd been expecting one of Lucius' first concerns, when escaping the prison, to be for Draco when the media got a hold of the news. "He's alright, though," Severus added, softer, "I had him today in Potions and he seemed not to have a care in the world."
Lucius nodded, the color fading from his cheeks as he relaxed some. "As it should be. I regret not being able to contact him, of course.."
"You can't, Lucius-"
"I know that, Severus." Lucius snapped, "Not while he's in school. But I swear, the first holiday break, I will reclaim him. His place is with his father."
"Of course," Severus responded automatically, filing this information away to be given to Dumbledore. Steps would have to be taken to ensure that this would never happen. Severus would no sooner give Draco over to the Death Eaters than cut off his own arm.
Lucius cleared his throat, sitting back from the table and crossing his arms. "But that has little to do with what I was saying earlier, about Mister Tomaren. As I was saying, our Lord is most interested in meeting him. From what he said, this is a very powerful and influential Vampire, and He wishes to gain their support."
Severus nodded quickly. That's what they'd been doing last summer, too. Looking for support among the non-wizard races. More of the same old things. ..But if Voldemort wanted to try and convert Tomaren to his side, was that why he was in hiding? "How certain is our Lord that He can attain this support?"
Lucius waved a hand, his posture beginning to relax once more. "We have a trump card there. Tomaren's haven in America had become compromised; he had hunters on his trail. He was practically driven into Europe, and has now landed on our Lord's doorstep."
"Really," Severus commented, his interest growing by the moment. "Would it be foolish of me to ask how we knew of this?"
Lucius gave Severus a wry smile, "Our Lord has secretly had agents seeking him out for months. We gave his position away to the hunters. According to our sources, Malachai is a wily character, so our Lord thought it best to use the hunters to herd him into an advantageous position for us. If he's on the run, in need of allies.." Lucius made a 'fill in the blank' gesture with one hand.
"Was his position in such matters so ambiguous?" Severus asked, wondering how important gaining the Vampires' favor could really be.
"Well, Vampires tend to stay out of Wizarding politics, of course. They aren't normally associated with Wizards at all; even though some were once Wizards before becoming Vampires, it is assumed that they keep to themselves when it comes to the Wizarding world."
"So the Vampires are considered to be a potentially advantageous ally of our cause," Severus summed up, "and our Lord had hoped to position Malachai to come in contact with us when he needed powerful allies.. but it seems that no one was expecting Hogwarts to intercept him first."
Lucius blanched at that. "No, no one was. Our Lord was most displeased when he heard of that."
Severus suddenly had a thought. He'd mentioned Tomaren to Lucius only yesterday. "Were you the one to tell Him that?"
Shaking his head, Lucius seemed relieved. "No, and I am glad I wasn't present during our Lord's anger over that bit of information. But that was the greater part of my meeting with Him today- what to do now Tomaren is there. We cannot approach him while he's on school grounds, of course. Our Lord wanted me to tell you to watch him, actually. We need to find out if and when he leaves the castle grounds, and then we need to approach him carefully. Does Dumbledore know?"
"That he's a Vampire? Oh, he knows. He spoke of Tomaren needing our protection - so I assume he knows about the hunters, as well." Severus made a sour face. He doubted Tomaren would want to join Voldemort's side if he was already good friends with Albus.
Lucius frowned. "That makes things more difficult. You say he broke into your office and then attacked you. Could that be grounds for having him fired?"
"I don't think so," Severus sighed, feeling the weight of the day pressing down on him. "Dumbledore didn't believe that he broke into my office, and I would hesitate to bring up my confrontation with him-" partially because Severus had been responsible for it, but Lucius didn't need to know that, "-so I doubt it."
A hand snaked out and stole Severus' scotch. Smirking, Severus watched Lucius drink it down. "Fabulous. Stupid old twit," Lucius muttered dryly. "Then we're going to have to get him off castle grounds and take him to Voldemort."
"What if he cannot be coerced into giving our Lord his support?"
Lucius arched a brow. "After our Lord has spent such time and energy in this project? If he cannot be coerced, or forced somehow... then he'll be killed."
"Oh Lucius, Merlin, yes - fuck me," Severus groaned, his voice partially muffled by the leather couch under his cheek. Severus was vaguely aware of a couch arm under his abdomen, of his hands gripping the leather cushion tightly, and of a delicious buggering feeling in his ass. Lucius' hot cock slammed into him again and again, filling him with the greatest pleasure he could ever recall feeling - though that might've just been the scotch talking. Between the two of them, they'd emptied his twelve-year aged bottle, and another bottle that wasn't nearly as old, and the next thing Severus knew, their clothes were missing and Lucius' dick was being presented to him urgently.
He had no sense of time, no idea of how long they'd been at it, but he never wanted it to end. The pleasure was so intense.. his climax was just out of reach. He wanted it closer, and yet.. and yet.. "Nnng. Feels so good," he mumbled, eyes squeezing shut.
Behind him, Lucius rutted fiercely, swearing in drunken slurs, hips slamming into the cheeks of Severus' ass. "Yes.. filthy whore.. nothing but a filthy little mudblood.."
Severus' eyes opened. A few seconds of sobriety gripped him, long enough for him to wonder, "..th fuck are you calling mudblood.. bloody fruitcake.." But Lucius had a moment of good fortune, hitting Severus' prostate several times in succession, and Severus was breaking through some unseen barrier, hips pistoning against the feeling of cool leather, splattering his seed against the side of the couch.
As he began to calm, he felt Lucius speed up, babbling obscenities about mudbloods and whores as he emptied himself inside the Potions master. As soon as Lucius pulled out, Severus crawled forward so he was fully on the couch with Lucius not far behind him. The blonde latched onto his back as he settled into a comfortable position, and the two found sleep almost instantly.
"Get your hand out of my face," Lucius growled, waking Severus as he swatted the offending limb out of the way. Severus opened his eyes, immediately noticing a weight on his back and a stinging pain in his hand. His first coherent thought was wondering what time it was. His second was wondering how to get the annoying weight off of his back before his lungs exploded.
"You're all dead weight when you're drunk."
"I am not drunk. Anymore." Lucius groused, slapping Severus on the ass.
"Merlin! That was uncalled for. You aren't hung over, are you?"
"It'd take a lot more than that to make me hung over," Lucius assured.
"So you're just grumpy in the morning."
"It's not morning, Severus. It's one a.m."
"Ah. That answers my first question. Do you mind terribly getting off me so I don't die?"
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