…but luck's for free!
Dawn's sun filtered through the thick green curtains of the Master's Chamber, floating the whole room with a rather pleasant cool light.
The second he came back from his peaceful slumber, he knew it was one of these mornings he feared, but curiously enough enjoyed just as much. It was one of those that followed a night full of extremes. They usually started out in pain, torture and murder, but gracefully ended in numbness, lust and sweet desire.
Sighing, he finally sat up. Soft silk covers caressed his naked body and memories of last night came flashing back through his mind: slender hands, roaming over his trembling skin, touching and teasing him while burning grey eyes were watching his every move, his every turn and his body's every jerk relentlessly.
Coming back from his thoughts with a small smile on his lips, he took in his surroundings. A bottle of the finest wine stood on a bedside table, a piece of furniture he supposed was at least two hundred years old, and the richest clothes lay on a chair that would have every museum swell in pride.
Smiling ruefully, he knew what he had to do now, what was expected of him. He went to the adjusted bathroom, or rather pool, his teasing mind supplied. He showered, got dressed, took a sip of the offered wine and left the manor in silence.
His lover, if you could even call him that, wouldn't have it any other way. But he was in no place to complain. He was treated with care and even a remarkable amount of respect, something he knew to appreciate. Only a fool would believe Lucius Malfoy to offer more than that.
His front door cracked loudly when he entered Spinner's End.
"I wondered how long it would take you this time." a familiar voice greeted him. Severus spun around, his wand already drawn. People surprised him way too often like this these days.
"Care to tell me what you're doing here, Draco?" he asked, his voice a bored coldness.
Draco gazed at him in pure annoyance, his legs crossed and his fingers were playing with his wand.
"You know damn well why I am here Severus. Don't play the innocent, I know you are not!" he hissed, his anger clearly shining through his voice.
Then he grabbed his wand forcefully and stepped in front of Snape, failing in his impression though, as he was way smaller than him.
"I have no clue what you are up to, but I won't have you playing with my father!" he demanded in outrage, but all Severus could do was laugh out cruelly.
"What is there to laugh about!?" the blond cried hysterically, his body bent in anger.
"Draco! Think before you speak, stupid child. Lucius Antonius Malfoy would never let himself be played with – give your father some credit, boy!" he growled, leaving the room to get himself some tea and Draco to collect his thoughts.
"Then why are you doing this? Why are you so set on destroying my family, Snape?" Draco asked, following him in the kitchen.
"Your family?" he spun around, "Your mother is enjoying herself with some random low class pureblood wizard and your father prefers men anyway – so what is there to destroy, Draco?" he asked, mimicking the blonde's emphasis on his name, an eyebrow raised in question.
When no answer came, he sipped his tea, his eyes never leaving Draco's form. The blonde was speechless.
"Apart from that", Severus eventually sighed, "do you really believe that I'd just reduce myself to be your father's toy?"
"You are not doing this out of your own free will?" Draco was surprised. "But why..?"
"That is none of your business!" Severus roared, his eyes narrowed, making clear that he wouldn't get any more details about this arrangement out of him.
After a few seconds of complete and utter silence, Snape just sighed and sat down on one of the kitchen chairs.
"Get a grip and deal with it. I won't stop meeting your father – no matter what you do or say. I may be your godfather, but I won't have you telling me what to do so… be so kind and leave my house now." his voice was cold and distant.
"Well, have it your way." Draco resumed, leaving for the door.
Just when he was about to go, he turned around one final time. "But if you hurt him, Severus – you'll wish Potter caught you first!"
It was just about midnight when a hot and burning sensation on his left arm awoke him from his rather uneasy sleep. Hissing in ain, he shot up in his bed and grabbed for his clothes.
Draco's visit had triggered a lot of very unpleasant thoughts and feelings. So it had taken him quite some time to fall asleep, only to be woken up by some lunatic in the middle of the night.
He cursed furiously.
The moon was up high when he finally left Spinner's End and disapparated.
Turning out to be one of the last to arrive, he walked a few paces faster than he normally did. Without loosing one ounce of his composure of course. The room was unusually dark this time, with only a few small flames lightening up the dungeons.
Just when he had taken his place in the circle of black robes, he felt something sweeping past. Looking up, he realized it being his Master.
"I am most displeased." the Dark Lord announced and Severus wondered who exactly had set him off this time. "Not to mention extremely disappointed and truly hurt!" he continued theatrically, whirling around to watch those Death Eaters behind him in suspicion. Severus shifted slightly in nervousness, knowing this little game of creating curiosity and fear never meant anything good.
By now, the Dark Lord was stalking around his followers, giving every one a distrustful glance.
"There is…" he suddenly started, turning around hastily, "… a traitor with us." he hissed, turning back to the centre of the circle.
Soft whispers of "impossible", "but who" or "finally" ghosted through the air till Voldemort eventually put a stop to them.
Hearing the word "traitor", Severus knees had gone weak and his heart had stopped beating for several seconds. Now it beat thrice as fast and he could feel his blood rushing through his veins, making his ears hum. Rooted to the spot, he could only listen to what he believed would be his death sentence.
"Wormtail!" the Dark Lord bellowed.
"Yes, yes… Master!?" he came hurrying forward obediently.
"What do you think…" Voldemort asked, taking a step towards the Death Eater "… we should do with the culprit?"
"We should…" he answered, taking a quick glance in Severus' direction, "… feed him to the Werewolf!" grinning eagerly, he turned towards Fenrir Greyback.
"What a splendid idea!" the Dark Lord applauded, stepping in front of two Death Eaters. "Take him!" he ordered, motioning in Pettigrew's direction, all amusement and cruel playfulness gone from his face and voice.
"But Master, no! I'm no traitor! It's Snape, yes it's him. He's working for the Order – ask Malfoy, he knows too!!" the rat stuttered fearfully, going down on his knees.
"Lucius.." Voldemort whispered sweetly. "What do you have to say to those… accusations?"
"My Lord, " he bowed deeply, "Severus Snape did nothing but obey your orders when he communicated with members of the Order. Wormtail on the other hand…"
"No, he is lying!! I know he is… please Master, I am loyal to you… I'd do anything!" he begged for his life.
The Dark Lord turned way, though. He would have none of this. By now, Pettigrew was crying, screaming and sobbing uncontrolled as he was taken away by those two black-cloaked.
"Now, to more important things.." Voldemort gestured indifferently and started to tend to tonight's schedule, clearly satisfied with himself.
"You know you deserved this…" a warm and husky voice ghosted over his neck, making him shiver involuntarily, "… for doubting me." the voice grumbled, turning him around in playful disappointment.
"I've never…!" Severus wanted to answer, but was shoved on the bed forcefully.
"Don't you lie to me, Severus Sebastian Snape!" Lucius growled, while his eyes were burning in heat and lust.
"There is a lot you have to make up to me tonight…" he whispered, crawling on top of his black haired lover. "and tomorrow… and the day after… and the rest of your life…" he promised, kissing him passionately.
End
A/N: Although Lucius demands Severus to be with him, Severus comes to like the arrangement. He thinks the blond is desirable. That's why he is so nervous around him, even in the beginning and smiles when he wakes up in the morning. If he didn't want to do it for some reason, he wouldn't have agreed to it - Lucius doesn't have any proof for his accusation, after all! They are both playing a game. And to clear this up, I even changed the conversation with Draco a little bit - This story DOES NOT contain rape.