Hey everyone. I'm sorry that is has been so long (more than a month!). I've been working really hard on this part and the next part, so I hope you enjoy them. The next part is going to be fucking gigantic.

This part is super short (sorry, again!) but, in my personal opinion, is the most powerful yet. When I first wrote it, and every time I read it now, I get a little weepy. Nonetheless, it is still one of my fav parts.

I personally think listening to music while reading is amazing for the mood. I suggest a mellow, bittersweet, and slightly sad type of song.

Beta creds to nuclear_glitter as always.


Part 3.2

He knew Severus would never truly be sexually attracted to him. So he went for a new method: flattery. He stayed because Lucius gave him his every wish. Severus wasn't selfish; he simply wasn't used to being treated with such high regard. It was like giving someone drugs for free: just a sample first, but sooner or later they become more addicted, and that comes with a higher price. Severus's form of payment was sex. Not so bad.

Lucius sipped carefully on his mug. Thinking more upon the matter, he realized it was better Severus was staying in his London flat. Strict wards were placed over each Death Eater's home that only a few could bypass. Lucius had the fortunate of bypassing Severus's flat's wards but could not enter Spinner's End without permission. It did not make much sense, but he dare not question his Master about the matter.

In fact, Lucius rarely questioned his Master, even when he sorely questioned his judgment. The Dark Lord trusted Severus more than he did Lucius, even though Lucius had followed him longer. It angered him for he did not see how Severus was so incredibly trustworthy, when in fact he was an excellent liar and manipulator. Severus was selfish; he wanted what he wanted and sulked if he could not receive it. Lucius knew Severus was extremely loyal to a select few, and would not become a traitor without stone hard reasons, but he could not help but wonder.

Severus had transferred over to the Dark Lord's quite easily, but that was understandable—the Dark side not only had more resources and information to quench the thirst of Severus's taste for the Dark Arts, but there was also more respect shown to him on the Dark side than any other group. This is not saying much, since the dark-haired man was a loner anyway, but it was better to have people respect him than cast him off as a freak.

But of course, there was Lily Evans. Lucius believed the other man's feelings for her ran deeper than he would like anyone to believe. With that said, although Severus seemed to have forgotten about her, Lucius felt that he had not. Severus was smart—he knew Evans would never date the likes of him and he was better off in a place that she was not. Lucius had to admire the other man's knack for making reasonable decisions.

Not to mention, it was Lily Evan's wedding today. Lucius had come by to see how Severus was doing and was surprised to find the man did not appear to be horribly distressed.

Severus began to stir. Lucius smiled and placed his mug on the bedside table. He crawled onto the bed, settling next to Severus's left leg and stoked it gently, up and down.

Severus mumbled, looking around the room with dream filled eyes, before bolting awake. "What—"

"Shush, Severus. Remember everything before you say something foolish." Lucius's voice was a low seductive purr.

Severus stared stupidly at Lucius before he remembered. He grabbed a bundle of covers to hide himself. "It is best for you to take your leave now," he growled.

Lucius lazily rolled his eyes, lying down on his back and stretching his arms and legs across the small bed. "Why? I am having such a lovely time."

"You have over stayed your welcome." Severus glared at the other man. His eyes were still pink from sleep and his hair was windblown across his head, shining like black wires. It hurt Lucius to look at him and not be able to touch him more. "Leave me."

Lucius sighed. "Do you truly wish for me to leave?" he whispered quietly. He was tired of getting sent around like a puppy. The Dark Lord sent him here, his wife ignored him so much he wanted to leave, and nobody wanted him around. He wanted to stay and not go back out onto the dirty London streets.

"Yes," Severus said quietly.

Lucius's face hardened. He stood and began to gather his things. He grabbed his wand and his clothes reappeared on him. Severus watched him with guarded eyes.

Lucius stood on the edge of the bed, staring down at Severus as he buttoned the last few buttons on his shirt. He nodded absently to himself.

"If I leave now, I won't ever come back." He looked Severus straight into the eye. "I'm so tired of this cat and mouse game, Severus," he banged his cane on the ground and leaned over this footrest of the bed. "Please, I need you now more than I needed you all those years ago. Will you not accept me, after all that I have done for you?"

Severus Snape looked away from him and out the window. In his mind's eye, a flash of red hair was whipping through the wind over and over again.

"Lucius, I am sorry, but I can never accept you the way you deserve."

Lucius snarled. "After all these years, Severus? After all that I have done for you? And you treat me with such distain? How dare you… you…insolent bastard!" he yelled. His face was a violent red and he was clenching his cane so hard it was cutting into his skin. "Do you not care? Are you so full of your own needs that you do not care for mine? I…I…" He stopped talking. The angry words he wanted to say would mean nothing. He could not even breathe.

He turned sharply on his heel and toward the door. He gripped the handle before turning back to Severus one last time.

"Look at me." His voice was as calm and chilling as an eye of a hurricane. "LOOK AT ME."

Severus looked up at Lucius.

"I cared about you, Severus. I think I even loved you."

He turned away and walked out of the door.


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