Entry tags:

*fic, 2006-05, author: ldybastet, character: lucius, character: severus, theme: zelophilia

FIC: The Curse of Juno [Lucius/Severus; NC-17]
Title: The Curse of Juno
Author: ldybastet
Characters: Lucius Malfoy/Severus Snape, implied Severus Snape/Regulus Black
Rating: NC-17 (Adult)
Warnings: none
Kinks chosen: Zelophilia: Arousal by own jealousy
Word Count: 1256
Summary: Lucius interrogates Severus about his recent encounter with Regulus.

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The Curse of Juno

He told Lucius in a low voice, replying to insistent questions. He revealed more and more details, little things he didn't even think about while it all took place. And Lucius asked more.

'How did his skin feel when you caressed him?'

Severus tried to tell him. Soft, smooth, warm. When Lucius frowned, he tried to find better words to describe the sensations.

'What sounds did he make when you took him in your hand?'

'He moaned,' Severus replied. 'He moaned as if no one had touched him there, as if he'd never felt anything like it before...'

'Like you did.'

'Yes, like I did when you first touched me.'

Lucius nodded but still looked displeased, and Severus wondered why he asked all these questions when he didn't like the answers, but he knew better than to tell Lucius anything but the truth. He'd tried once, thinking that Lucius only wanted to hear that he was better in bed, but that had resulted in Lucius punishing him by not even looking at him for over a week.

'Tell me what his cock looked like, how it felt.'

'Lucius-'

'Tell me!'

Severus moved uncomfortably in his chair. Lucius' questions forced him to bring back the scenes in perfect detail, and every nuance of the pleasure was being replayed in his mind, making it impossible for him to keep the arousal at bay. But he knew that Lucius hated it when Severus got hard while telling him about his meetings with Regulus Black.

'Tell me!'

Severus cleared his throat. 'It's rather small when flaccid but grows quite a lot when he gets an erection...' He glanced up at Lucius' face and almost gasped at the cold fire in the grey eyes. 'He's almost as long as you, but thinner and the head is rather pronounced.' When Lucius was silent, waiting, Severus looked down, glad to break eye-contact, and continued, seeing Regulus naked in his mind's eye. 'His foreskin covers the head even when he's hard, but slides back easily.'

'Did you like it?' Lucius asked, his voice tense and slightly aggressive. 'Did you like it in your mouth?'

'Yes," Severus whispered and closed his eyes, his arousal growing at the memory and making his clothing uncomfortably tight. 'I loved sucking him because he tasted so good, and it was so easy to make him breathless and incoherent. I just teased the tip with my tongue while sucking a little, and he grabbed my shoulder and thrust up into my--'

Suddenly, Lucius was at Severus' side, grabbing his thin robe with both hands at the collar. A sound of ripping fabric and skittering buttons cut through the memory, forcing Severus back to the present, and now he did gasp.

Lucius attacked his chest with lips and with teeth as it was revealed to him through the torn fabric, and Severus grabbed his shoulders, needing to hold on to Lucius now that he had finally closed the distance between them.

'You're mine. Mine!' Lucius whispered hotly against a nipple that ached after one of his punishing bites, and Severus could only nod in response, words having fled him temporarily. Yes, he was Lucius'; there had never been any doubt about that so why did Lucius keep interrogating him in this manner; why did Lucius push him until he admitted that he'd been aroused by someone else, that he'd enjoyed the touch of another...

'Lucius!' Lucius had pulled Severus down on the floor and pinned him down, fingers closing around his wrists so hard that Severus was sure he would get bruises.

'Did he fuck you? Did he stick his cock up your arse?' Lucius' eyes were reflecting emotions that threatened to break to the surface, emotions that Severus had never seen him display in any other situation, emotions that seemed almost alien when compared to Lucius' usual cold demeanour.

'No," Severus gasped. 'No, he's never fucked me!' Only Lucius had done that, only Lucius was allowed to, only Lucius...

'So you fucked him,' Lucius said, after kissing Severus, leaving his lips tingling and sore after the hard treatment. His voice was deep and hoarse now, and Severus felt Lucius' erection digging into his thigh, turning his arousal towards Lucius rather than his memories.

'Yes!' Severus knew that although Lucius hated the thought of someone else having him, he hated the thought of Severus perhaps deciding that he in fact preferred the feel of a tight arse around his cock even more.

With a cry of rage, Lucius let go of Severus' wrists and reached for the flask of oil that had been waiting on the table, placed there before Severus arrived at the Manor, as a statement of intent... or as a threat. He spread Severus' legs apart and thrust two fingers coated in oil into him.

Severus pulled his legs up more, moaning and inviting Lucius to take him. He longed to feel his lover inside him again and to be connected to him. He wanted Lucius to see that it was him that Severus wanted, not Regulus.

After a swift preparation, Lucius swiftly undressed, grabbed Severus' hips and pushed his cock into him. Severus groaned at the stab of pain before his muscles relaxed and adjusted to the sudden intrusion. He wrapped his legs around Lucius' waist and enjoyed the way that his lover claimed him - being forceful and possessive. He buried his hands in Lucius' thick mane of hair and pulled him into a heated kiss, repaying the earlier nips and bites with ones of his own.

Despite the anger and jealousy that flared through Lucius, despite the initial hurry to own Severus, Lucius made him moan and arch up under him, desperate to get him deeper inside him, and needing him. Oh, he needed him so much, and the thrusts were perfect, the demanding hands, the kisses that devoured his soul and sense. Only with Lucius could he find this pleasure, only with Lucius was his passion awakened like this.

When Lucius closed his hand around Severus' cock, it didn't take long before Severus cried out and spilled himself over hand and stomachs and chest. Lucius didn't stop, intent now on reaching his own climax, and after another couple of punishing thrusts into Severus' clenching arse, he too came, with an inarticulate growl that somehow turned into a soft hiss.

They lay together, not moving, for a long while, Lucius resting his head against Severus' shoulder and Severus holding him close. This was the moment that Severus had longed the most for, now that his arousal had been quenched - when Lucius was relaxed, gentle and warm, when they kissed softly and their hands slowly stroked sweat-dampened skin, when nothing seemed to matter but being there together, when nothing separated them anymore. A short moment of happiness, when Severus felt that he belonged and that Lucius cared about him.

But the hope that it would last was, as always, dashed when Lucius dressed.

'When are you seeing him again?' Lucius asked as he buttoned his robe, donning his usual cold attitude as well.

'Lucius, please! I don't want-'

'Ask him to meet you on Thursday, and then you will come here Friday evening.'

One day, maybe Severus would be able to convince Lucius to stop tormenting them both. One day... Until then, Severus took what he could and was determined to interpret the jealousy as a sign that Lucius wanted him after all, despite pushing him into the bed of another, again and again.