Unable to speak, Severus nodded, wondering, as Lucius rose efficiently, if he had dreamt the brief encounter. Lucius was so business-like, sweeping from the room and emerging moments later, his arms weighted with fine robes, the clothing much more elegant than anything Severus had ever worn.
"Come along, then. You can dress in my bedroom," Lucius offered.
Severus climbed to his feet, leaving his sodden clothes to lie. He followed Lucius down the dark, winding halls of the manor, lit only with sconces, past numerous rooms with closed doors guarding them. He had been in the manor only once before, briefly, and so he gawked open-mouthed at the finery he confronted as Lucius casually padded down the hallway.
"You'll stay with me, of course," Lucius said, a questioning lilt in his voice.
"Yes," agreed Severus at once. He had not anticipated such an offer when he had run, screaming, into the rainy night in search of safety; he had not even dared to hope. The sanctuary of Lucius seemed too good to be true, the summer hours passing with Lucius Malfoy at his side. "Until the start of term."
Lucius nodded, once. "Of course. Well now," he said, opening the door of his bedroom. "Do come in."
Severus stepped across the threshold, gazing at the ornate bedroom in awe. Lucius' bed was larger than any he had ever seen. He reached for the bundle of clothing Lucius set on the bedside table, but Lucius caught his wrist.
"Don't trouble yourself with that now, Severus," he advised, settling onto the bed. He patted the space next to him. "Come, you must be exhausted. Sit down."
"Here?"
"Of course here," Lucius said, smirking. "You could have one of the guest rooms, of course, but I prefer you here, with me. And you prefer it too, don't you? After all you've been through," he added, reaching up to catch Severus' hand and pull him closer. "Your ordeal has no doubt left you feeling vulnerable. Do you really want to sleep alone?"
Do I, Severus wondered. He thought of the nightmares that were bound to occur, and shook his head. "No."
"Good." Lucius' smile was bright. "Come here, then."
His gaze fixed on Lucius' expectant face, Severus slowly sank onto the bed, letting Lucius pull back to the covers so that he could slide between the sheets. The bed was incredibly luxurious, the glide of satin cool and sensuous across his nude body. Severus permitted his eyelids to droop closed as he leaned back against the plump pillows, his head cradled in soft down. It was heaven, the feel of soft fabric and the warmth of another body near him.
Severus opened his eyes as he felt Lucius' hand grip his thigh. It hurt, the memory of his father's hands, the brutal struggle that had left him raw and torn, and Lucius' touch brought it back.
"Don't," he whimpered.
"Quiet," Lucius said, leaning in and kissing him.
He was Severus' idol, a stream of silver hair, perfect wielding of a wand, and Severus could not say no. He let Lucius in, parting his chapped lips for the surge of Lucius' tongue into his mouth. Butterflies in his stomach, he allowed the unfamiliar weight of Lucius to settle on top of him, but when Lucius' hands slid around underneath, sliding up the backs of his legs to cup his arse, Severus pushed him away. "Please don't," he whispered. "It hurts."
Lucius drew back, cocking his head in disbelief. "You allowed your Muggle father to take your body, but you deny me?"
"I never allowed --"
"Would I ever hurt you, Severus?" Lucius demanded, interrupting.
"Of course not," Severus answered quickly, sucking his lower lip like a petulant child.
Lucius nodded, regarding him coolly. "Do you consider me unworthy?"
Severus shook his head. "No."
"You dislike me?"
"I love you!" Severus blurted out, more force behind the words than he had intended. Damn. He had not meant to say that, but the phrase was a proper one, for the daggers disappeared from Lucius' grey eyes, replaced by warmth. And it was true, he did love Lucius, in some dangerous way he completely failed to understand.
"And yet, you turn me away? When we both know you have had other lovers, ones whom you did not feel for as you feel for me. Severus..." Lucius clicked his tongue like a teacher scolding his student. "Professor Slughorn, the master of Potions, and now your father. Others?"
"I fought him!" Severus declared loudly, anguish roughening his voice. "I tried to tell him not to, Lucius, you know I did, but he wouldn't listen to me. He hit me! He held my throat so I couldn't breathe!" Desperate to convey the truth, Severus jerked upright, hands waving, blinking back tears. "He would have killed me. I didn't let him!"
Lucius pressed one finger to Severus' lips, silencing him. He pressed Severus back down to the pillow, his index finger skating over Severus' shaking body. "I know," he said. "He raped you. He took what was not his. Slughorn too. But I never would."
Slowly, his fingers slid across Severus' chest, and Lucius lowered himself over Severus' body, his tongue flicking against Severus' exposed nipples. "I would never do that to you. You have no reason to fear me, Severus." The experimental licks turned into kisses, evoking deeper inhalations from his subject.
"You have to trust me," Lucius whispered, moving lower, his lips hot against Severus' stomach. He found the bruises, some fading green, others stark purple, and kissed them, pressing against them gently with his tongue, to be rewarded with Severus gasps. "I would never harm you." He smiled like a shark, confident. "You love me."
"And do you...?" Severus began, but his voice died within his throat, afraid of the answer.
"Oh yes," Lucius replied with a smirk, and at that, he felt Severus' cock give a minute jerk. Not daring to touch the younger man there yet, for fear it would send Severus shrieking into the night, babbling about attempted rape, Lucius contented himself by pressing down, grinding his pelvis against Severus'. He was overjoyed when Severus responded, and unsurprised to find Severus looking away, a red stain creeping over his cheeks. Lucius cloaked his snicker of amusement in a feigned cough.
"Kiss me," he ordered.
Severus complied in an instant, raising his head from the pillow, arching his back to press himself against Lucius' body. His mind was a jumble of confusion, emotions swirling in a grand collage. He tried to think of something coherent, of potions and magic, but his thoughts swept around independent of his control, showing him splayed across the floor, coupled with the sensation of Lucius' steadying hand on his leg, the crush of Lucius' groin against him. He was out of breath, frenzied with the need to cry, to speak, to fuck the body that spread itself over him.
Lucius slid lower, until his mouth was poised a spare inch from Severus' erect cock. He watched, fascinated, at the way a single exhalation blown over the swollen head could make Severus tremble and clench the sheets by the fistful. Without warning, he engulfed the organ with his mouth and licked the shaft, drawing a staggering moan of startled pleasure from Severus.
Severus attempted to buck, but Lucius slammed his hips back down against the mattress, denying him movement. Delicately, Lucius's tongue swept over the head of his cock, and Severus tried again to thrust forward, into the wet heat of Lucius' willing mouth, but Lucius was the stronger of the two, and held his ground. He treated Severus to quick, irresistible flicks of his tongue, sucking Severus at the same time, until Severus was uttering rhythmic cries, Lucius' name on his lips.
"Lucius," Severus called, each syllable emerging on a separate burst of breath. "Oh, Lucius." His hands sought and found the silk spill of Lucius' hair, and he clutched it, mouth open, desperate to kiss Lucius, desperate for release. No one had ever attempted to pleasure him before; Slughorn had been greedy, concerned only with his own pleasure, and Tobias -- no, he would not think of that.
Lucius drew back at the last possible instant, as Severus' vague words turned into a single loud moan and he came, violently, the orgasm flooding him. Sticky, his semen spilled onto his recently vacated lap. It felt so good that Severus was not even embarrassed, despite the fact that Lucius' voice and his own calls rang in his ears, reminding him of the truth of it.
The taste of himself was curious, resting upon Lucius's lips as they kissed, but Severus did not mind. He clutched Lucius to him, needing the feel of the older man in his arms. His tongue darted, inexperienced, into Lucius' mouth, seeking more, and this time it was Lucius who ended it.
"You're exhausted," Lucius declared, waving his wand to perform the perfunctory cleansing charm. He kicked off his trousers, tossing them to the floor, and untied the smoking jacket, shedding it from his shoulders. Beneath the clothes, he sported a beautiful body, the light, wintry bronze of his skin attractive, his physique toned, if not built. "Sleep," he commanded.
Severus did as he was told, rolling over onto his side, pleasure still racing through his veins. The lights dimmed, and he felt a reassuring arm flung over him as Lucius held him, his hand possessive on Severus' chest.