Summersmut Mod (summersmutmod) wrote in hp_summersmut, @ 2008-08-15 12:00:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | 2008, lucius malfoy, lucius/snape, severus snape |
[FIC] Comrades in Arms: Lucius/Snape :: gift for venturous1
Title: Comrades in Arms
Author:
Recipient: venturous1
Pairing: Lucius/Snape
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2937
Warnings: AU (Snape survived the events of DH.)
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: "We are both broken men, Severus," he stated. "There is nothing left for us to lose... Why not take pleasure where we may still find it?"
Author's Notes: venturous1, you asked for angsty romance, hurt/comfort, first time sex and humour - I hope this is to your liking! Many thanks to my wonderful beta reader.
St. Mungo's had been crowded the last week with survivors from the battle; only a few people had been given their own rooms. It was ironic, Lucius mused, that a man who had spent so many years in utter loneliness due to the sheer nature of his work, should end up alone in a bleak hospital cell after his work was done. Suitable, perhaps, but ironic.
He approached the armchair, his eyes examining the man resting in it.
Snape was no beauty, but Lucius had always thought him striking nonetheless; there was something about the almost defiant arrogance, so inappropriate in a common half-blood, that he found strangely appealing. Even now, paler and thinner than ever, two red marks still visible on his neck, Snape's weary, scornful look was the same as it always had been.
He turned his head as Lucius sat down beside him, then nodded slightly. "Lucius Malfoy."
Lucius smiled. "Severus Snape."
"What a surprise to see you here", he said, not looking surprised at all. "Come to finish the job the Dark Lord could not, have you?"
"Your insinuation is completely off the mark," said Lucius calmly. "I have no intention of harming you."
"No?" Snape's mouth curled. "No, that would have been to much of a risk to take, I suppose."
"That's not it," Lucius replied, effortlessly ignoring the insult. "Actually, I appreciate your efforts very much."
"Indeed?"
"Indeed. I happened to change sides just before the Dark Lord's demise, as did my family..."
He waited, letting the words sink in for a moment, before continuing. "From what I have gathered, you have been invaluable in the fight against the Dark Lord -"
"Well?" Snape let out a mirthless laugh. "So that's what this is all about. You have come to talk to me, one traitor to another?"
Lucius smiled, a little ruefully. "Or as one survivor to another, as I prefer to term it."
They were silent for a moment, glancing at the direction of the hallway, where Healers kept hurrying past the open door.
"Would it be possible to cast an Imperturbable Charm here?" Lucius murmured.
"I doubt it." Snape smiled sourly. "What's the matter? Are we going to share our most private secrets?"
"Oh no," said Lucius. "Not yet, at least - although I do want to discuss some private matters."
He studied Snape's face, pleased to see something flicker in the dark eyes as Snape scrutinised him in turn.
"Why are you here?"
"I have a proposal to make," Lucius said. "The situation is as follows: my wife and son have gone on a holiday to recover from the emotional strain -"
"Really?" Snape said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
" - which means that there is plenty of room in Malfoy Manor; you will be well looked after. Now, as we both know, you don't have any family, nor any money - nor, if you will forgive me, a large number of friends -"
"Get to the point, please."
" - I'd like you to come and stay with me for some days."
Snape stared at him. "I beg your pardon?"
Lucius drew a breath. "We never thanked you properly, Severus, for what you did... You may have been acting on Dumbledore's orders, but you saved Draco's life."
Snape said nothing.
"You proved yourself more clever than the Dark Lord himself," Lucius continued. "He never suspected anything -"
"Unlike your dear sister-in-law," Snape remarked.
"Ah, yes." Lucius allowed himself a little smile. "Thankfully, Bellatrix never found out, which means that I was never subjected to her gloating..."
Snape let out a strange snort. It almost sounded like a laugh.
"I am asking you to be my guest," said Lucius. "You are free to refuse, of course." Raising an eyebrow, he added, "Of course, if you prefer staying here, at the mercy of people who still distrust and dislike you -"
He moved a little, as if about to get out of his chair.
"I see your point, thank you," Snape said curtly. "When shall I come?"
*
The atmosphere in the dining room was perfect: the lights were dimmed, a fire crackled comfortably nearby, the table was set with fine crystal and porcelain.
"More wine?"
Snape nodded, and Lucius waved his wand, refilling their goblets. "I am very pleased that you came, Severus."
"The pleasure is all mine," Snape said, his face unreadable.
One of Snape's hands was wrapped around his goblet, the other one rested on the table. Lucius looked at them. These hands, he thought, were perhaps the most attractive part of Snape's body - although, of course, it was impossible to tell, as long as he did not know what the rest of that body looked like under those black robes. Lucius had his ideas, however. He imagined that it resembled the hands: pale and slender, supple and strong, moving with determination and grace...
Lucius took a large sip of wine, then cleared his throat.
"I must confess, Severus, that I'm curious as to what really happened to you... Is it true that you were rescued by Potter himself?"
"Unfortunately, yes," Snape said darkly. "After I passed out, he was able to contact a few members of the Order of the Phoenix who happened to be capable of healing. They arrived just in time."
"Thus, the boy did prove himself somewhat intelligent, after all." Lucius raised his goblet in a toast. "Who would have thought?"
"Not I, that's for certain!"
"To be fair," Lucius said, "he has convinced everyone that my conversion to his side is genuine."
"Ah." Snape's gaze met Lucius's. The wine seemed to have affected him; there was a strange glint in the dark eyes. "And is it?"
Lucius raised an eyebrow. "After I was humiliated under the roof of my own ancestors? After I almost lost my own son? My dear friend, how can you ask?"
"Your motives were selfish," Snape said, raising his goblet in turn. "I believe you."
They drank.
It was a very fine vintage, of which there were only a few bottles left in the Manor. Lucius did not regret spending it. Times had changed, and new priorities had to be made. He watched as Snape's thin lips parted to let the red, rich liquor inside. A shiver of anticipation ran through him, and he took another sip.
"Now, then." Snape set down his glass and turned to look at him. "You did not tell me much about your wife and son's - holiday?"
"As I said, they needed to recover from the emotional strain," said Lucius, pretending not to notice the irony in Snape's voice. "They are currently staying with my wife's cousins in France." He paused. "And they will be staying there for several weeks."
"I see." There was a pause. "But you did not go with them... Do you not feel the need to recover, Lucius?"
"Well," said Lucius slowly, "let's say that we all recover in different ways. Their way is not the same as mine."
"I see," Snape repeated. "And in what ways do you hope to recover?"
This was the moment. Leaning closer, Lucius met Snape's gaze and held it.
They stared into each other's eyes as images appeared and swirled between their minds: images, no more than bits and fragments, of hands, and legs, and naked skin tinged with sweat; images, most of them hazy and blurred, others vivid and clear, all of them unmistakable in their nature...
There was silence for a while, interrupted only by the sounds of crackling firewood. Then Lucius broke the stare.
Snape's pale face had grown even paler, his dark eyes even darker.
"Are you serious?" he said quietly.
Lucius placed a hand over his. "We are both broken men, Severus," he stated. "There is nothing left for us to lose... Why not take pleasure where we may still find it?"
Snape did not reply. He looked down on their hands, then up again, all traces of arrogance gone from his features. It was a strange sight, and one that sent another shiver down Lucius's spine.
*
Moonlight floated between thick, undrawn curtains, bathing the bedroom in shades of black and silver.
Lucius closed the door behind them with a simple wave of his wand. Snape stood in the middle of the room, unmoving. He said nothing as Lucius crossed the floor to stand in front of him.
"Turn around," Lucius said softly.
Closing his eyes, Snape obeyed.
Lucius stepped closer. His hands moved around Snape's chest, starting to unbutton his robes, slowly, carefully. All the time, Snape remained silent, trembling slightly under his touch, as if with anticipation.
The robes were unbuttoned; Lucius banished them. Snape drew a sharp breath, but did not move. Another flick of his wand, and Lucius's own robes left him.
Putting his lips to Snape's ear, he whispered, "Turn back."
Naked, bathed in moonlight, Snape's pale body almost looked like a statue, hard and unyielding. The marks he had received in the Dark Lord's service were still there: the small one on his neck, the large one on his arm.
It was the one constant, the one thing that would always be there. And why regret? His past had made him the man he was. There was no point in regretting what he had done, just like there was no point in regretting what he was about to do.
Whether or not Snape had any experience in these matters had always been a mystery to all the Death Eaters - he could have been a virgin, or he could have had more partners than all of them put together; one option was just as likely as the other. But now, as he watched Snape close his eyes and felt Snape's hands clutch his shoulders, Lucius realised that this was, indeed, his first time, and an unfamiliar tenderness rose in him.
He slipped a hand behind Snape's neck, bringing their mouths together. Once they had been comrades in arms, now they would seek solace in each other. And why not? It was true what he had said; broken men had nothing to lose.
The kiss was tentative at first, but soon grew bolder. Snape opened his mouth, moaning; Lucius did likewise, one of his hands moving to Snape's hair, the other one starting to caress his back, moving downwards. Breaking away, gasping for air, Snape tilted his head as Lucius kissed his way down his throat. His lips found the wound from the snakebite; he let his tongue slide over it, gently.
"Don't..." Snape's voice was uncharacteristically hoarse. "It's too... Please."
Lucius did not respond. His tongue went on caressing the scar, in languid, teasing motions as he slid his hand between Snape's legs. When it found what it searched for, he could not help but smirk.
"It is too much," Snape croaked. "I will not... Not yet."
Pulling away, Lucius nodded towards the bed. "Lie down."
Lying on his back on the bed, his black hair in stark contrast to the white sheets, Snape looked more desirable than ever. His eyes were open, and there was even some of his old arrogance in his smile as he watched Lucius move to straddle him. "In a hurry, are we, Malfoy?"
"Not at all," Lucius replied. He was aroused, achingly so, but he would take his time - he was a Malfoy and a former Death Eater, not a brute.
Once again, he pressed his lips to Snape's neck, before moving downwards. His fingers brushed over Snape's ribs - the man was so thin, one could count them! - as his tongue found one dark nipple, teasing it, biting lightly. Snape arched his back, pushing against him.
Breaking away, gently, he moved again, still downwards, enjoying the slowness, the sweet torture of waiting. They would get there soon. There was no reason to hurry.
Snape's rigid cock welcomed him, large and swollen and needy. Without asking for permission, Lucius bent down to greet it.
It was a long time since he had been with another man, but his skills were not forgotten. His tongue caressed the length of Snape's arousal a few times, then circled the tip. Snape let out a groan, twitching, his hands roaming in Lucius's hair.
The taste of sweat and pre-come filled his mouth; he savoured it along with the scent that filled his nostrils. Lucius opened his mouth a little, letting the shaft slide in and out a few times. Then, abruptly, he pulled away.
Snape's eyes flew open. "What are you doing?"
"You will have to wait a little longer," Lucius murmured, reaching up to kiss him once more. "Can you do that, Severus?"
Snape nodded silently, a look of poorly restrained exasperation on his face.
Lucius was not surprised. He had expected this, at least to a certain degree; yet Snape's undisguised desire moved him. For how many years had this desire been there? he wondered. For how many years had Snape been suppressing it, while deep down longing for someone to unlock it?
There was a small bottle on the bedside table. Lucius Summoned it wandlessly, opened it, poured out some oil. The delicate aroma mingled with the scents of sweat and sex. He wiped himself, taking pleasure in doing it as slowly as he could. Snape's gaze followed his every move, his eyes wide and dark, his chest heaving.
Lucius placed one hand on each of Snape's knees.
"Spread your legs for me."
It had nothing to do with the usual games of submission. He knew, as he held that black gaze, as he watched those slender thighs part, that not only did Snape want this; he needed it. He needed to give himself over, to let another lose himself in him, just like he needed the control that could only be gained by handing it over...
His fingers were moist with oil. Still looking into Snape's eyes, he ran one of them over the tight ring of muscle, then pushed gently inside. Snape let out a gasp; his eyelids fluttered, but he did not recoil as Lucius added another finger, then another, moving them slowly inside him.
After a little while, Lucius felt his own need too strong to resist anymore. He pulled out his fingers, and moved to rest on his knees between Snape's legs, leaning to kiss him again as he did so. "Are you ready?" he muttered.
"What do you think?" said Snape, his voice trembling with impatience. "Get on with it."
Lucius sent him his most Malfoy-ish smile. "Wherever did your manners go?"
"I can think of a few places," Snape panted. His legs were wide apart; in his urgency, he looked slightly mad.
Lucius complied. He shifted closer, moaning through clenched teeth as his cock met warm flesh, pushed against it, was swallowed by it.
They began to move, slowly at first, then harder, faster. Lucius eased a hand between their bodies, finding Snape's cock, stroking it in rhythm with his thrusts. Snape wrapped his legs around Lucius's waist, throwing his head back, the black hair fanning out on the pillow under him. The sight spurring him on, Lucius thrust harder, losing himself, forgetting everything but the urgency, the heat, the need.
Just as he started to think he would not last much longer, the image from earlier returned to him: Snape's fingers wrapped around the goblet of wine, traces of red liquor on his lips, his mouth half-open...
That did it. Lucius pushed one last time, as hard as he could, and fell over the edge.
The world exploded in pleasure, small dots swimming before his eyes as he shouted with ecstasy, his body shaking and twitching helplessly. Snape let out a deafening roar, as he, in turn, came to completion, his arms tightening their grip around Lucius's shoulders and chest.
Collapsed next to each other upon the bed, their breaths heavy, several minutes passed before either of them moved.
Lucius lay in a state of bliss, his eyes closed, feeling truly relaxed and at ease for the first time in months. His plan had worked even better than he had imagined, he marveled. They both needed this so fiercely... Who would have thought?
Snape stirred beside him. Opening his eyes, Lucius turned to look at him, to examine the pale skin, the marks on his throat.
His eyes still closed, Snape smiled, lazily. "It seems like you take good care of your guests, Lucius Malfoy."
"I do my best," said Lucius modestly. "And it seems like you look better already."
"The end justifies the means," Snape replied, his voice dry. "Speaking of which... I must commend the way you chose to spice up that fine wine of yours with certain, shall we say, mood-enhancing ingredients. Very ingenious of you."
"Why, thank you," Lucius purred.
"You could not fool a former Potions Master, of course."
"Of course not."
"Do you always employ such dubious methods of seduction?"
"Dubious?" Lucius smiled, closing his eyes again. "As you must have realised, the purpose of the drink was merely to, shall we say, remove some of your inhibitions... And the result was quite agreeable, don't you think?"
"Quite agreeable, indeed," Snape conceded.
Lucius stretched out, then settled into a comfortable position, resting his head on the pillow. "As I said earlier, Severus, I am very pleased that you came."
The strange sound again. Maybe it really was a laugh, Lucius mused. He would not rule out the possibility.
They fell silent, carelessly entangled, the moonlight tracing patterns on their bodies, covering their old marks in shadow.