Title: And The Rain Kept Falling
Author: lysa1
Characters: Lucius Malfoy/Severus Snape
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Fisting, BDSM, blood, love
Word Count: 2700
Summary: The Dark Lord is on the rise, and suddenly Lucius and Severus have to face the fact that their lives can be ripped apart if they do not manage to find a way to mend the rift their conflicting opinions have created between them.
Author's notes: For ldybastet, who asked for established relationship, bdsm, dirty talk and love. What you get is silence and PWP. ;0) I'm sorry that the boys weren't very eloquent in this.



And The Rain Kept Falling

Ssssshwish.

The whip whistled through the air, splitting it apart with the sound of a serpent's whisper.

Ssssshwish!

The wizard, hanging from the wall in shackles, cried out as the bull whip hit him; the tip of the whip caressing his skin brutally, leaving a deep red welt. Slowly the swollen skin burst and little rubies forced their way out through the broken skin.

Drip

Drip

Drip

The drops hit the stone floor and shattered, just as the tied up wizard. He was shattering too; shattering under the whip, under the words, under the stone cold gaze of his lover. His pale body, painted red by the whip , shone in the candlelight, sweat and tears glistened on his face; diamonds and rubies, created from the hard lashes that had welled over him as a shower of rain, only leaving him without relief, only leaving him wanting.

Drip

Drip

Drip

The rain fell outside, in the darkness. The sounds of the cooling drops reached him through the open window. He needed relief. A cool hand. Water. He wanted the pain to go away, or to take him over the edge where he could not feel it any more.

Drip

Drip

Drip

He couldn't hold back. He had kept quiet for a long time; the dungeon echoed from the silence between them, only the soft sounds of deep breathing, of the whip lashing, disturbed the silence.

He screamed.

His scream was accompanied by the sounds of drops falling: blood and tears and rain.

He had not uttered a word in hours, maybe even in days. Lucius had no idea how long this had taken, he was almost unconscious, he was exhausted, he was aroused, he was longing, he was utterly, utterly powerless.

He knew he had lost if he spoke. He knew he was stubborn, but the words would not come.

Drip

Drip

Drip

The whip sang, the lash flew through the silence and, as if in a fog, he felt it hit him; a tenderness of pain sliding through his skin, through it, cutting him to pieces under his lover's touch.

He knew that the whip was that: the touch of his lover. He knew that he did this to him because he loved him; to love, not to hurt. He knew he could just whisper one word: mercy, and this would stop. Only he did not want it to stop. He was in love with the pain, just as he was in love with his lover, and this pain, the pain his lover dealt, was the only pain he wished for them to have.

Drip

Drip

Drip

He looked down, watching his blood seeping as a tiny flood of hurt over his skin. It quietly trickled over valleys and ridges, created by the whip. Oh, lord, how he loved the man responsible for this, how he needed this to be able to let go and give in. Only this time it was harder, almost impossible. He knew he denied his lover what he wanted. He was caught - that was the reason for his hesitance. He was caught between the Dark Lord and his true master, the man he loved.

He watched as Severus put down the heavy whip. Then there was a pull when Severus cast a spell, making Lucius' body hover so that Severus could push a small worn oak desk under his arse. Another wave with the wand made another set of rusty chains and manacles sprout from the damp dungeon wall, snaking down to grab Lucius' ankles. He cried out again as the cold metal touched his skin, slowly raising his legs in the air, spreading them wide. The humiliation was almost too much, and the one word rummaged around in Lucius' mind, almost slipping out. Only he wouldn't beg for mercy. He wouldn't! Not even exposed and bound like this; tied up, arse in the air, open for his lover. No... he wouldn't. He knew he needed this, even if he really couldn't remember why this moment. His cock stood blood-filled and heavy between his legs, prevented from flagging by the cold silver ring Severus had adorned it with earlier.

'I love you,' Severus said and licked Lucius' skin, tasting his blood and sweat and tears. His pain. 'Give in to me.'

Lucius turned his head away.

'Do not reject me!' Severus' voice was as a razor against Lucius' mind and the hand yanking his hair, pulling his head back, was cruel. 'You are just making it worse.'

Lucius still didn't answer.

Severus' growl was that of an angry predator. He was not satisfied, that much was clear. 'Do you reject my love?' he whispered, suddenly soft and tender.

Lucius kept silent.

Severus turned away, his long black robe swirling around him; a physical manifestation of the darkness inside his mind. 'Have it your way.' There was a tinge of grey sadness hovering at the edges of the words, a hopelessness painting the sounds dull and dead.

As Severus turned back he had a bundle of writhing silver serpents in his hand. He threw the cold metal bundle on Lucius' stomach, watching the charmed toys slither to their destinations over Lucius' taut body.

Lucius cried out as two if the small snakes bit down over his nipples. Severus whispered a spell to make the rest of them stop. He stepped up to Lucius, caressing his arse, sliding a finger through his cleft. Coldly he summoned a vial of oil to his hand and, as if to revenge himself for the arctic reaction Lucius had given him, he unceremoniously poured the content over and inside Lucius' hole, pushing the tip of the bottle inside without any care.

Lucius cringed, now he regretted that he had denied Severus to show his love. He had known what this was like without tenderness and the feelings they held for each other: meaningless. He could feel an icy caress over his groin and then the sensation of cold metal sliding inside him. The snakes' bodies moved over him, one pressing inside his arse, one around his neck, one around his balls. The snakes slithered against him, growing.

Lucius cried out and groaned as the serpent inside him began to press against his inner walls. Oh, Salazar! It was pain, it was pleasure, and it was utterly, utterly cold - it was as if the metal emphasized the lack of love and touch and everything Severus had given him. The serpent around his neck tightened its hold. Another serpent, the one inside him, rubbed against his prostate and Lucius moaned. It was a mocking - a mocking of the pleasure Severus offered him; a caricature of the exquisite sensations his long slender fingers could elicit.

Lucius had never felt more abandoned in his life.

'This is how he will make you feel, my beloved. A cold comfort. He holds no love for you, not as I do.' Do you see it now? Feel it?' The snakes moved on Lucius' body, relentless and cruel, dead touches, outside and inside.

Lucius just stared at Severus. How could he be so merciless? He had put Lucius in a situation where he couldn't come, couldn't cry, couldn't give in, couldn't fight, couldn't breathe. Lucius gave up. He was not the master of his own body any more, nor was he master of his mind. Lucius looked at Severus, let him see the pain he was in, the conflict he had left hanging between them because it was too entangled for him to solve. With one look, one glimpse of the depth of Lucius' despair, he left everything open to Severus.

Then there was a cool, wet flannel wiping tears and sweat away from his face, a soft hand sliding over his skin, loving words whispered in his ear. A cup of water held to his lips.

It was the tenderness that broke him.

'Severus... Severus, please...' He knew he had lost, even if this was not something he could lose. He knew why Severus had taken him out here, knew that he had to be broken, just like their world had been, before they could both see clearly and try to build something new from the ruined lives the Dark Lord had left them. They had hoped he was gone, they had no interest in him being back. Now they had to see their power base go to pieces, their lives ripped apart; Severus to one side, Lucius to the other. They had done it before, and they could do it again - agree to disagree - only they had to be able to be open, vulnerable, to each other. Lucius sighed and hung his head. Severus knew exactly how to get him there. It was how it was with them: pain before pleasure and understanding. They were two cold and distant men, only together they were able to let go.

'Do you give in to me?' Severus' voice was a silken scarf, covering up his pain, a velvet cover of their conflict.

'Yes! Anything... take me!' Lucius was so scared, he had let go of any control, leaving everything up to his lover. His beloved. He was bared to the bone, naked. He had lost, only he knew now that he had fought himself - and won.

'Anything?' Severus' soft voice soothed Lucius, letting him understand how loved he was.

Lucius nodded. Nothing meant anything but to give in and feel Severus' love once more. Then there was pain. He cried out as Severus waved his wand and vanished the silver snakes from his body, leaving him empty and ready.

'Now, beg me.' The demand was neutral, but Lucius had no doubt what Severus felt this moment, this was the test, the need for proof that Lucius had finally given in.

Lucius saw no need to hold back now, he knew he had lost, he accepted his defeat. He knew that Severus would give him pleasure in exchange for his submission. 'Please, love. Fuck me. Do what you want with me.' Anything, he had said, and anything he meant. Severus could have all he wanted because Lucius was Severus' just as Severus was his, had he demanded Severus' submission.

Then he felt Severus' hand at his entrance, this time it was not a cold sensation, it was his Severus, the only darkness he had ever wanted. There was pain as Severus entered him, pain as he slowly moved his fist inside Lucius, but there was warmth, love, desire too. Lucius moaned deeply, letting Severus know without words how much he needed him. He pushed against Severus' fist, trying to get him further in, to let him brush his knuckles over Lucius' prostate. 'Please,' he begged again. 'Harder.'

Severus thrust into him, forcefully, and Lucius groaned. The feeling of being filled, being invaded like this, was perfect, all he wanted right now. To feel taken and owned and just give his body over to the man he loved... that he could understand, that he could manage. 'More!'

The fist inside him gave him the most wonderful feelings. He knew he couldn't come, prevented as he was by the cock ring. But in his mind he came; hovering, as an eagle between mountains, on the pain and the lust that surged through him as Severus took him, fucked him thoroughly with his fingers. Lucius' widened arse was a shivering mess of over-stimulated nerves and he was sobbing from arousal.

'Let me come... Severus... let me come,' was the only thing he managed to say as the hard hand worked its wonders on him. 'Severus!' Above him he was grounded in Severus' black eyes, a darkness to lead him out of the chaos and conflict the Dark Lord's sudden return had cast them into. 'Love you,' Lucius sighed, trying to manage the pain and lust.

'Not yet,' Severus murmured, leaning in to kiss Lucius' chest. 'I want to come inside you when you come.' Slowly he moved his hand, leaving Lucius wanting for more, for another way to be filled.

Then Severus' arms went around Lucius' body, carefully.

'I love you so much,' Severus whispered. 'I will not lose you over this, over something so insignificant.'

'No... won't!' Lucius didn't need to say more. Whatever disagreement they had over this had disappeared, it held no meaning to Lucius any more. Only Severus' touch and his kisses and the fact that they belonged together made sense in his world now. 'Bed?' he asked. That was what he wanted now, to rest in Severus' arms; to lean, body and mind, against his lover; maybe making love, slowly, softly. Then later they would talk, but for now Lucius needed to feel how loved he was.

'Your weakness makes us stronger,' Severus whispered as he charmed the chains away.

Lucius couldn't stand and hung limp in Severus' arms. 'And your strength gives me power,' he managed to say, his voice weak, contrasting the words. It was true, however. Together they doubled their strength; what they shared made them endure, gave them patience to wait for the day that their Dark Lord had gone forever.

Severus Apparated them to their bedchamber. Slowly he put Lucius down on the large canopied mahogany bed, pulling the soft, warm duvet over him, sliding under it himself to hold Lucius, to keep him warm as he came down from his endorphin high. Lucius sighed, Severus' warmth against his back made him relax, even if he was still not satisfied. 'Make love to me,' Lucius asked, needing Severus inside him, needing the tenderness and closeness their joining would give them.

Severus just pushed Lucius' leg up and slid in. There was no reason to wait, any reason to not take what was his and to give Lucius what he wanted.

Lucius sighed content as he felt Severus' hardness inside him. He was still open enough to let Severus in without pain, and he moaned deeply as he felt Severus take him, possess him. Lucius let himself float passively as Severus thrust into him, languid movements to prolong their pleasure. He managed to turn enough to be able to kiss and be kissed, hissing as the welts on his body rubbed against the cool white cotton sheet. Severus' kisses left him breathless and wanting more. Lucius looked at the man he had loved most of his adult life, since Severus had been a young boy. He had never felt like this for anyone else, even if he loved his wife and their son. 'I love you,' he murmured and Severus' eyes spoke of love and devotion too. Severus' breath hung heavily in his ears, telling how aroused Severus was.

'I love you... there is no one but you,' Severus answered and Lucius could feel him come, hot, deep spurts inside him, deep inside his body. Then Severus' hand was on his cock, removing the silver ring that had prevented him from reaching his own orgasm. 'Severus...' The word held only love and desire, and the release he experienced was deep and dark and calm. He floated on a cloud of pleasure, light and without body, for a while, before Severus' hands and kisses grounded him and he fell into Severus' eyes.

'There is only one master for me,' Lucius whispered, thankful that Severus was so much stronger than the madman that called himself their lord. He wasn't Lucius' master and he would never be. The only way to win Lucius over was to offer him what he could never buy. Love. That was one thing Lord Voldemort had never understood. Love was what drove Lucius. Love for the wizarding world, for traditions, for his family. For Severus.

'And you, my love, is the only master of my heart, Severus said, and together they drifted away, into a dreamworld without other masters than the ones love had created for them.

Outside the rain kept falling, steadily, leaving them on the island of relief they had finally found.