Title: Take the Bitter with the Sweet
Author: melusinahp
Characters: Lucius/Severus/Regulus
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: very dub-con, chan
Kinks chosen: Death Eaters
Word Count: 2,400
Summary: Beware of Death Eaters bearing gifts.
Author's notes: Many thanks to my betas, browneydweasley, flamewarrior and magic_at_mungos.




When Severus was sixteen, he began to cultivate an appreciation for the time he spent with Lucius Malfoy. It was good practice. He'd watch Malfoy -- the way he dressed, the way he carried himself -- and would adjust his own demeanour accordingly. When Malfoy gave him one of his condescending glances, Severus would prevent himself from scowling. When Malfoy rolled his eyes or laughed at something Severus said, Severus would keep himself from shooting a shrivelling hex at Malfoy's face. It was good. He was learning to master his emotions and reactions.

So, when the boy came bounding into the parlour of Malfoy's opulent London flat and threw himself onto Malfoy's lap, covering his face with kisses, Severus didn't blink. He kept his eyes wide open, drinking in Regulus's beauty. Malfoy laughed and pushed the boy off his lap, making him fall to the floor in a tangle of knees and elbows. Regulus pouted, but then rested his head against Malfoy's knee, letting him run his fingers though his thick, wavy dark hair.

Why, Severus wondered, had Malfoy called him here tonight? And why invite Regulus Black along? He'd become resigned to coming when Malfoy beckoned -- Malfoy was the Death Eater golden boy, and Severus thought it prudent to stay on his good side -- but his patience was wearing thin. He suspected that Malfoy had picked up on his feelings for Regulus, though he'd done his best to keep them hidden. Perhaps he'd been just a little too quiet in Regulus' presence; perhaps he'd ignored him too pointedly. The fact was, however, that Regulus made his mind go almost blank with desire.

From the first moment Severus had spied him waiting to be sorted at Hogwarts, Regulus had stirred and unsettled him. Unlike many of the other first years, Regulus didn't tremble or fidget. He stood still, his eyes burning with determination, his lips pursed, his fingers curled into fists. The hat had barely touched his head before crying "Slytherin!" and only then had Regulus's body relaxed. He'd smiled, flushed and looked over towards the Gryffindor table where his brother was standing and slowly clapping his hands together. Smirking, Regulus stood and strode proudly to the Slytherin table, choosing to sit next to Malfoy who immediately placed a congratulatory yet possessive hand on his shoulder.

Already, Regulus had looked at Malfoy with awe and hunger. Severus had felt a similar hunger burning in his own thirteen year old chest. His fingers dug into the table top. There was something about the boy -- the combination of his storybook beauty and almost stupid fervour, the way that each of his emotions played so clearly across his face -- that struck Severus like a long, sharp thorn in his chest.

He had dealt with his obsession by studiously avoiding Regulus. Severus had other things to deal with, anyway --things like avoiding Regulus's miserable shit of an older brother and his friends, and inventing spells which would finally put an end to their merciless bullying. He sat at the other end of the table from Regulus at meals. He ignored him in the Slytherin common room. In the four odd years they'd been at school together, they'd barely spoken more then ten words to each other. Yet, Severus thought about Regulus. He thought about him often. He'd thought about what he'd like to do to him, what Sirius Black would say if he knew, but mostly what those swollen red lips would feel like around his cock.

And now, here Regulus was, kneeling on the floor only a yard away. He was fourteen now, more than a child. Much more, given the way his fingers were spidering up Malfoy's thighs.

It was then that the boy noticed Severus. His eyebrows drew together and his fingers froze. "What's he doing here? I thought we were going to be alone. You promised me, Lucius!"

Severus forced himself to snap out of his reverie.

"I believe you know Severus Snape, from Hogwarts," drawled Malfoy.

"Barely," replied Regulus, his lip curling upwards.

"Don't be rude, you silly boy. Stand up. Greet him properly."

Regulus turned sharply to look at Malfoy. Malfoy looked back, one eyebrow raised, the beginnings of a smirk teasing his mouth. Regulus scowled, but then pushed himself up on Malfoy's knee and turned towards Severus. He slouched towards him, scowling, and extended a limp hand.

"Hello."

"Hello, Regulus. So very nice to see you."

The boy allowed Severus to wrap his fingers around his hand, staring back at him impassively, head cocked to the side. Severus took the opportunity to absorb his beauty. Regulus's features were soft where his brother's were sharp, eyes bright blue and slightly rounder, lips fuller. Severus felt his heart speed up. Regulus's skin was flawless, as if acne wouldn't dare to mar his pure, pale skin, skin that looked as if it would taste of cream when licked.

After a few seconds, Regulus withdrew his hand and wiped it against his trousers. He looked back questioningly at Malfoy.

"Severus is a new member of our group. I've asked you here tonight to give him a proper welcome." Malfoy's eyes sparkled. As Regulus's expression wavered from confusion, to realisation and finally to horror, Malfoy's grin widened.

"I don't know what you mean," said Regulus, folding his arms across his chest.

"No? Then I'll make myself clearer. I want to watch while you suck Snape off."

Regulus stared at him silently, a flush creeping up his neck and over his face.

"And you'll do it properly," Malfoy continued. "No biting. With enthusiasm. I want you to show Snape how very pleased we are that he's chosen to join us."

"Why?" Regulus suddenly cried. "Why do we need him? Who is he? Snape. What sort of name is that? I've never heard of any Snapes." As the boy spoke, Malfoy slowly rose from his chair and walked over to him. Regulus continued, his chin raised defiantly as he looked up into Malfoy's face. "He isn't one of us. He's some kind of mongrel, a Mudblood, I'll bet, and I'm not going to..."

Malfoy slapped him sharply across the face, leaving a sharp, red mark against his pale skin. Regulus raised a trembling hand to his cheek and turned his head away, his eyes filling.

"Snape is a guest in my house and I will not have you embarrass me by insulting him." He placed a hand on top of Regulus head and pressed downwards, forcing the boy onto his knees. "The Dark Lord has welcomed him into our ranks, and that is the only thing you need to know about his background." He roughly shoved Regulus forwards until the boy was forced to grasp hold of Severus's knees to prevent himself from being pressed against Severus's seated body.

Even that small amount of physical contact was enough to make Severus suck in his breath. Regulus looked up at him, and then back at Malfoy. "You don't really mean it, do you Lucius? It's a game... right?" His lips twitched into a small, smile.

Malfoy merely gave him a hard look. The boy's shoulders slumped, and he turned back towards Severus, refusing to meet his eyes, but stretching his trembling hands forwards to part Severus' robes.

Severus's cock was rock hard and had been for some time. He concentrated on breathing through his nostrils as Regulus's slender fingers -- nails bitten to the quick -- began fiddling with his fly. The boy's dark head was down cast, and he momentarily froze when Severus was unable to repress a shudder as his fingertips brushed against Severus's cock. When the buttons were all undone, Regulus parted the flies and pulled Severus's cock free of his undergarments. Severus closed his eyes at the intensity of the sensation. He wouldn't let himself come too quickly, not in front of Malfoy, but the head of his cock was already weeping and the feeling of the boy's fingers against his skin was almost enough to bring him over the edge.

Regulus, he thought, my sweet Regulus.

When he opened his eyes again he saw that Regulus's nose was wrinkled in disgust. Regulus's lower lip trembled, the pout threatening to turn into something more. Severus found himself unable to tear his eyes away from the quivering red of the boys' mouth.

"Lucius," Regulus's voice shook, his nostrils flaring, his fingers trembling teasingly around Severus's shaft, "he hasn't even bathed."

Severus felt his face burn, but didn't allow his features to change by a fraction. Instead, he buried his hand in the boy's hair (so soft and clean) and made a fist.

"Go on, Snape," said Malfoy. "He needs a firm hand."

Severus forced Regulus's head downwards. He felt the boy's lips trembling against the head of his cock, and then hot pressure and moisture as he took it in his mouth. He heard himself groan through his clenched teeth. Regulus began sucking and moving his lips up and down Severus's shaft. The pleasure was so intense it was almost painful. Severus forced his eyes to focus and looked down at Regulus's head bobbing in his lap. The boy's fingers dug sharply into his knees, he was breathing fiercely through his nostrils and making tiny whimpering noises in the back of his throat.

Malfoy had been standing quite still, watching, as Regulus sucked Severus off. Now, however, he moved, and quickly. He knelt down behind Regulus and threw the boy's robes up and off his hind quarters. He tore down Regulus's trousers and pants and dug his fingers immediately into the boy's hole. Regulus made a noise and stopped sucking, as Malfoy probed him. Severus tightened his grip on his hair to encourage him to continue, and watched through hazy eyes as Malfoy pulled out his own cock, lubricated it, and then thrust it deep into Regulus's arse.

Regulus lurched forwards and gagged on Severus's cock. As Malfoy grasped his hips and began pounding into him, he snorted and gasped, his rhythm becoming erratic. Without thinking, Severus grabbed fistfuls of hair on either side of the boy's head and began pumping into his mouth. As the sensation swirled and gathered in his balls, Severus felt his mouth shaping words, "Sweet... sweet boy..." and he came, grunting and thrusting, gripping Regulus's head tightly between his fists.

After several glorious moments, his mind and vision cleared. Regulus was still on the floor at his feet, his eyes shut tight, Severus's come dripping down his lips and chin. His body shuddered with each of Malfoy's thrusts. Severus noted how Malfoy's usually handsome face had become twisted and sweaty as he drove into the boy. By the time he came, he looked positively ugly. Severus found this oddly satisfying.

Regulus pulled himself off Malfoy, crawled away, and then curled up in a ball on the floor. Tsking, Malfoy rearranged his clothing before gathering Regulus up in his arms and carrying him over to his chair, where he sat down. He cradled Regulus in his lap with one hand cupping the back of his head. With his free hand, he began fisting the boy's cock. Regulus moaned and wriggled as Malfoy worked, until he finally came, whimpering, and then relaxed back into Malfoy's arms.

Malfoy let him lie still, stroking his hair, gazing down at his exhausted face. Regulus looked back at Malfoy, his blue eyes blinking slowly. Malfoy pulled out his wand and cleaned him up, before saying, "Go home now. Go home to your daddy." Regulus got off Malfoy's lap, fastened his trousers and smoothed down his robes.

Severus watched as fresh tears fell slowly down the boy's face. Something in his diaphragm squirmed unpleasantly.

Regulus's hands curled into fists. "I... I love you, Lucius," he sobbed, and then fled. Seconds later the room echoed with the sound of the flat's front door being slammed.

The silence after he left wasn't awkward, but neither was it relaxing. Severus felt poised for the blow he was sure Malfoy was going to deliver.

"Did you enjoy that, Snape?"

Severus inclined his head towards Malfoy. "It was most gracious of you to share him with me. He's an extremely attractive boy."

"Yes. Your interest in him has been obvious to me for some time. Has it been satisfied, now, would you say?"

Only narrowing his eyes a fraction, Severus reigned himself in, despite the itchy prickling sensation Malfoy's voice caused on the back of his neck.

"Because," Malfoy continued, "if you ever touch him again, I'll tell Orion Black exactly what Snape the Half-blood did to his precious son, and, I promise you, he won't be impressed. If he doesn't kill you outright, he'll make sure you're never again welcome in the home of any decent Wizard."

Severus blinked, and for one quick moment he lost control, his face creasing with rage. He should have known. He should have known that Malfoy would never have offered a gift without strings attached. "What makes you think you can tell me whom I can and can't screw, Malfoy?"

"I'm just telling you what the consequences will be if you don't stop lusting after what's mine. It's flattering, the way you ape me, but I'm getting rather sick of it."

With a mighty act of will, Severus drew his anger back into himself. "You think far too much of yourself. But, yes, I will leave your catamite alone."

"Good."

"Is that all?"

"Yes. You may go."

Severus stood and walked stiffly towards the door. As he passed Malfoy, who was still smugly sprawled in his chair, he paused. "You do realise, do you not, that your opinion of me means nothing in the long run? It's his opinion that matters. So tread carefully. You may attempt to stab me in the back, but I suspect you'll find that the dagger ends up sticking out of your own."

Malfoy snorted, his eyes gleaming, but Severus noted the two small, pink spots that had appeared on his cheeks below his eyes. The corner of his mouth curled upwards, and he followed Regulus's path out into the night.



-The End