[Harry Potter] Awareness
Title: Awareness Author: Trio Maxwell-Chang Fandom: Harry Potter Pairing or POV: Lucius/Snape Written for: Laura Special Note: Happy Birthday!
Severus Snape was growing irritated. He was working on potions, a pastime which normally soothed his soul. He loved the ordered structure of potions work, how precise one had to be in order to produce an appropriate result. It was an area in which he excelled, and everyone in the school knew it, right down to James Potter and his annoying little crew. Of course, Lucius Malfoy wasn't one to let such talent go to waste. Within his first three months of school, he'd been 'befriended' by the blond boy. And six years later, he no longer truly questioned Lucius' motives. But the thought of the blond brought him right back to his present irritation.
"Lucius, do sit down already. Pacing does not become you." He was proud when his voice remained steady. It had taken some time to cultivate his nonchalance where Lucius was concerned, but a rather pragmatic sense of self-preservation prompted the effort. Lucius fairly exuded grace and elegance, which Severus had most certainly noticed over the past two years.
"When will the potions be ready, Severus?" Lucius asked, moving to stand beside Severus instead. The black-haired boy stiffened, frowning at the sudden intrusion into his personal space - yet another place Lucius was skilled. Lucius had been invading his comfort zone the entire school year, and Severus had noticed it. Occasionally, such events were coupled with a casual touch or two that sent Severus' body into frenzied overdrive. Thankfully, he'd managed to remain outwardly calm.
"When they are ready, Lucius, and not a moment before. Now sit." Irritation, yes, that was the way to react. Lucius snarled at him briefly, but to his utter horror, did not sit. Instead, he remained close, moving to rest a single hand against the small of Severus' back. Only the thought of Lucius discovering his secret somehow gave Severus the power to refrain from flinching.
In order to keep his mind occupied, Severus reached for the skinned shrivelfig. He eyed the amount carefully as he waited the five seconds remaining, then dumped the shrivelfig in, stirring slowly. Immediately, the potion subtly lightened to a soft tan from the mud-brown it had been previously. He continued to stir, awareness of Lucius heightened by Lucius' sudden move closer. He peered over Severus' shoulder, staring at the potion for a long minute before asking, "How many more steps?"
Severus fought back a shiver, not entirely successful. Lucius' lips were near his ear, and the hand had moved around to his side. With a harsh inward laugh, Severus decided they must look like lovers embracing. It worried him to realize how much he would like that assessment to be accurate. Lucius had never gone so far before, had always left it to the lightest of casual touches. He could handle those, but this new approach bombarded his senses with lust.
"How many more steps, Severus?" Lucius whispered again, and this time Severus could feel the silken touch of lips against the outer edge of his ear. As seduction techniques went, he thought wildly, this was definitely top-form. He felt his body responding traitorously, and forced himself to ignore it. His hand raised. He intended to wave Lucius away as though the blond were nothing more than an irritating fly. Dismissal usually worked best where Lucius was concerned, after all.
He never got the opportunity. Lucius reached out, catching his wrist and bringing his hand back until Severus was cupping Lucius' cheek. It was silken smooth, the skin much better cared-for than Severus' own. He flexed his fingers experimentally, caught in the web of Lucius' sudden enticements. As he tried to think with a mind entirely too free of blood, Lucius' other hand - the one at his waist - drifted casually toward an even more welcome spot. It trailed over his hip, little pathways of heat spreading outward from the fingertips. His body jerked under the touch, moving backward quickly, and he was rewarded with the faint prominence of Lucius' hardness under his robes.
"Lucius," Severus moaned softly, and he was rewarded with a purring chuckle. The fingers found their mark, tracing Severus' penis very delicately. The gentleness was maddening, the sensations too soft. He needed more, he decided suddenly. He needed flesh on flesh and touch and taste. As he moved to turn, Lucius was suddenly gone from him, the air cold even to his clothed body.
The voice came sharply now, impatient and annoyed. "How many more steps, Severus? I want my potions." Severus turned to regard Lucius, and was greeted by a mocking smile. Bitterly, the dark-haired boy turned back to his Shrinking Solution. He might have known.