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Entry tags: | draco malfoy, draco/snape, lucius malfoy, lucius/snape, severus snape |
[FIC] Time to Say Goodbye: Snape/Draco, Snape/Lucius
Originally posted here on 31 August 2007
Title: Time to Say Goodbye
Requestor: knightmare_shad
Author:
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Snape/Draco, Lucius; strongly implied Snape/Lucius;
Word count: ~4350
Summary:
Warnings: Nothing really disturbing, hidden in case someone prefers to be surprised. I am afraid it is not very heavy on the plot side, for which I am sorry. * Cross-dressing, Dub-con, Exhibitionism, Masturbation, Potion coercion, Slash (well, duh!), Spanking *
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros. Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. It's just me playing. The name is from the song of the same name.
Author's Notes: Dear knightmare_shad, you didn't want your DE's to be nice or fluffy, so I tried to not make them such, I hope I succeeded. And since you said that you were picky as far as bondage goes, I didn't thread that path, but I did include a form of restraint/contact deprivation of a different kind. I have to admit I had great fun with your request and the truth is that the only hard thing was to settle on one bunny, for I went trough 4 that really wanted to come to completion (pun intended). But in the end I settled on this one, and as vain as it may sound, I am rather satisfied with the result. I hope it is to your liking. May your summer be hot in more ways than mere temperature.
Thanks to the people that helped me polish this, I owe them.
Time to Say Goodbye
"You overslept, Mr. Malfoy." Severus Snape didn't bother to look from behind the Daily Prophet, but his tone dripped with displeasure.
"There's still enough time, Professor," came Draco's casual voice.
Of course, a Malfoy never apologises.
"It's not the availability or lack of time that is the issue here, Mr. Malfoy. The issue is that you were told to present yourself at 7:30 am and," for the first time Snape's eyes left the text he was reading, only to pointedly look at the grandfather's clock in the corner, " it is currently 7:55 am. Your disregard of common courtesy is rather disappointing." He folded his newspaper and carefully laid it on the breakfast table. A light knock on the table and a house elf immediately set it. A nod indicated Snape had found it satisfactory.
The breakfast proceeded in silence, occasionally disrupted by the shuffling sound of turning pages.
When the grandfather's clock announced the half hour with a single gloomy chime, Snape lifted his gaze once again. "Finish your tea, Mr. Malfoy. We have to depart soon."
Snape silently watched the careful little sips that his former student took and the way he would stop now and then to inhale the rich aroma of the drink. His lips curled the tiniest bit at the pretentious display. Then they curled slightly more at something else.
While waiting for the boy to finish his tea, he examined his appearance. At least the little nuisance had listened to him as far as attire was concerned, or Snape would have sent him upstairs to change without a second thought.
The heavy dark green silk robes with delicate silver embroidery were stunning and accentuated the almost fey features of the boy's face. And a slight move of those muscled crossed legs that Snape had examined with all his senses more than once, flashed him with a tease of what was beneath that exterior. His prick gave a single interested twitch, more in excitement of what was to come than the sensual tease, which Snape could very well say was intended, and then went quiescent under the man's control. Snape had long since learned to control his urges and Draco Malfoy didn't have it in him to make him lose control. Better than him had failed.
Draco Malfoy made a show of his last few sips, something that Severus Snape had expected. Really, if the boy expected to turn into a proper Slytherin he would need to work on not being this easy to read and predict.
"I am ready, Professor."
* * *
"This Court hereby declares Lucius Abraxas Malfoy guilty of the charges of being a Death Eater, of which the Mark on his left forearm is irrevocable evidence, guilty of prison-break, guilty of torture of Muggles and Muggle-born and non-Pureblood magic folk. This Court however acknowledges the help Mr. Malfoy provided that facilitated You-Know-Who's end and thus proclaims:
"Mr. Malfoy and the Malfoy family are hereby deprived of the title of Lord Malfoy; 20 % of the monetary assets of the Malfoy family that are not in personal accounts, will be seized as indemnification and given to the Post-War Reconstruction Foundation to use as they see fit; all remaining monetary, material and immaterial assets are transferred to Mr. Malfoy's only son and heir, the present Draco Lucius Malfoy, who is from this point forwards acknowledged as the Head of the Malfoy family; and Mr. Malfoy is sentenced to 20 years of imprisonment in Azkaban with the possibility of parole due to proper conduct after the passing of ten years.
"So this Court proclaims, and so it is to be. Court dismissed."
Snape watched Lucius Malfoy as the verdict was being announced. The man was tall and proud, dressed in formal day robes in light grey so bright and intense that it flickered and shone like polished silver. The silky white-blond strands were for once let loose and they framed Lucius' face making him look like a wronged angel. The calm grey eyes betrayed nothing but calm comfort.
All of Lucius Malfoy spoke of innocence.
Really only this man could pull it off like this.
* * *
"You have to leave your wands here, Mr. Malfoy, Professor Snape." The guard said the words but it was obvious that he would have been happier not to be around Snape if the way he regarded the man was any indication.
Just for the fun of it, Snape gave him one of his you-are-pathetic-and-your-potion-is-abou
Draco and Snape surrendered their wands without complaint and went for the door of the temporary prison cell in the lowest level of the Ministry.
When the door shut behind them with an audible click they stood just by the door, waiting for their eyes to accommodate to the relative lack of light.
Hidden in the shadows Severus Snape allowed himself a smile.
Whispery sound came from the depths of the cell and then a voice. "Welcome to my residence, dear guests. Do feel yourselves at home." The words might have been nice had they not been said in a voice devoid of any emotion.
Severus Snape didn't move from his position which allowed him to merge with the shadows around the door, but Draco took a few steps further into the room.
"Father." His cordial nod was lighter than it would have been only a few months before. But for a Malfoy power and its display were a matter of importance that few ever grasped.
"Draco," Lucius barely flexed his neck but remained sitting on his bunk. "I would guess congratulations are in order."
The Muggle communication system that transferred sounds from one side of the thick transparent plastic wall to the other didn't seem to distort them. It was Granger's implement to ensure the security of all parties in the magically dampened cells and interrogation rooms. This had severely lowered the number of accidents that a lot of the arrested Death Eaters were prone to.
Draco nodded again, this time in confirmation and haughtiness. "Indeed." He smirked.
"Why are you here?" Lucius' voice was cold and could cut diamonds.
"To see you, before you are shipped to Azkaban, of course." Draco's voice didn't manage to sound as cold and emotionless as his father's, Snape noticed. The boy was too eager to rub it that he was now the one with power. "Visits to Azkaban are notoriously hard to arrange."
His father didn't react and didn't even move, just stared. Draco flinched under the scrutiny.
Snape decided it was high time he made his presence known to Lucius and remind Draco he was not there alone.
"Lucius, I'll have to comment your ability to bribe your way through the Ministry. I was utterly impressed that there wasn't even an attempt to charge you with murder. It seems all witnesses have either misplaced their memory or happened to depart from this world for the afterlife. How… convenient."
"I don't recall committing murders, Severus." Lucius stood this time and made a few steps to approach the plastic wall that separated the room.
"No, of course not. I didn't imply anything of the sort, my friend." Snape added and slowly moved to a chair. "The accommodations seem to be beneath your usual standards." He said as he made himself comfortable.
"Mud… Muggle-borns and Half-bloods tend to be lacking in quite a few areas, unfortunately," came with an exaggerated sigh. "And sadly, those are the kind of people that seem to be taking control of our world, these days."
"Indeed. How unfortunate."
Draco stood and listened to the easy almost dinner-table type of conversation that Snape and his father held. Then he caught himself and took a chair by his former Professor.
"Draco, isn't it nice to able to meet your father again?" Draco's body jerked slightly at the words and Snape could see his pupils dilating impossibly as if even what little light was available in the room was suddenly gone. Then they restored their previous condition.
"Oh, indeed it is. To be able to watch him from this position, when I am the one with power, the Head of the family and he is nothing but a pathetic prisoner, this is almost perfect, Severus." Draco was almost swaying on the chair with excitement.
Lucius Malfoy lifted a brow at Snape. "Is something wrong with him?" Then he turned to his son. "I believe you were taught better than that, Draco, but I see that your regrettable recent strife to fraternise with people beneath your status has descended you to their level."
Draco stared at his father. The soft words that held calm reproach and just a hint of disappointment had gotten to him. Then the boy shook off the feeling and stood up to his father.
"Be as it may, I am on this side of the plastic panel and I am the one with the money and power, while you exchanged everything you were for the dubious pleasures of Cruciatus and grovelling at the feet of a Half-blood lunatic."
Snape didn't look at Draco, preferring to concentrate on Lucius. "The boy seems to have misplaced his manners and self-control." But as his mouth formed the word his hands moved to convey his real message 'A conditional potion, activated by a key-phrase.'
Draco was nervously watching both of them.
"That much is obvious. But to see a Malfoy," Lucius made a pause and looked at his son intensely, "the Head of the Malfoys, behaving like a commoner is most grieve-inspiring."
This caused Draco to stagger back more effectively than a direct hit would have. Funny, how he still craved his father's respect and approval, even after his proclaimed independence and power.
Snape smirked at that. "Draco, I believe that your previous words demand an apology. Even in his current condition, the man you verbally abused is still your father and thus deserves respect."
Draco stared at Snape. Then like the kid he still was he uttered, "You are kidding me, right?" His hand stretched and his finger pointed to his father. "He doesn't deserve an apology. Why should I apologise to him, when now I am better than him. He himself has said numerous times that a Malfoy never apologises."
Snape had pretty much expected this. Draco was too immature in more ways than one. He stood from his chair and approached the boy. Unconsciously Draco took a few steps back.
Snape lifted a hand and caressed the soft skin of one cheek and watched Draco's reaction. The boy leaned into the gesture. Snape inwardly smirked as he bent and whispered in Draco's ear.
"Either you apologise, or you'll have to suffer a punishment." He blew a warm breath and continued, "Do you want to be punished for your father to see?"
A small shudder rippled through the young body. Snape knew that Draco was eager and curious, two traits that were more Gryffindor than Slytherin. Snape often wondered if the self-preservation and ambition in Draco were enough to overcome all his other traits.
"Do you want to be over my lap, receiving slap after slap on your arse as your father watches?"
The answer was just a moan.
Snape really loved the potion currently running through Draco's system. It made him more honest, it robbed him of all control and pretence, leaving only primal urges and deep-imbedded desires, removing inhibitions and letting all suppressed emotions surface. And Severus Snape would be the one to exploit it.
Snape himself might be robbed of what he wanted, but as always he would make the best of what he had.
Draco was staring at him, both indignant at being talked to like that and aroused by the images that his helpless mind couldn't suppress. He looked at his father, then back at him. The boy opened his mouth to say something but no words came out.
Snape took over.
"Take the robe off." He ordered calmly.
Draco stared at him at a loss. Then he started to unbutton the numerous buttons.
Snape looked at the man on the other side of the plastic wall. As he had expected Lucius had not intervened. He hadn't spoken. They exchanged a silent glance and then hands flew in wordless dialogue.
'You've planned for this, Severus.' The long pale fingers said.
'I couldn't let you go without a final good-bye, could I?' Came the silent dance of potion-stained fingers.
'Then by all means, do continue your show. I'd love to see it.' a pair of thin lips curved as the eyes of their owner moved from strong calloused hands to delicate pale ones that were finishing their battle with the long line of buttons.
Snape knew that Lucius would appreciate the sight beneath the robes and he saw the approval and pleasure in the slight nod and the tongue that wetted the parched lips that he couldn't reach.
Severus Snape allowed himself to take in the delicate picture that his former student presented. Long pale hairless legs encased in delicate black stockings that reached mid-thigh and were kept in place by frilly suspenders.
The torso was tightly hugged by a firm black corset that made Draco's waist impossibly thin and that would have caused a non-magical person to faint from lack of breath.
And between all that black opulence was a small lacy thong that couldn't support Draco's testicles and cock, which were slipping obscenely the hug of the material as if winking at the watcher.
Snape's own cock was eager to show his appreciation of the sight and a glance at Lucius showed Snape that the man was most intrigued, even if his casual lean on the bunk would lead another to a different conclusion.
Draco's mind was obviously one-tracked under the influence of the potion and he seemed to have forgotten everything beside his arousal.
Snape settled in his chair and patted his lap. Draco was almost too eager to drape himself across Snape's thighs, his head at Snape's left.
Snape bent and trailed an appreciative hand over one of Draco's legs and up to his small firm arse. Just for the pleasure of it he allowed himself a brief grope and then without a warning he deposited his hand on the pretty flesh.
A small yell escaped Draco's lips and Snape smiled. The guard would pretend not to notice, Snape knew that the boy was too afraid of him to attempt anything. Besides, a careful spell before he had let go of his wand had made sure the guard wouldn't dare intervening.
So far he had been careful with his spanking, slowly initiating Draco to the pleasure of pain, but this time he fully intended to take it further. He lifted his hand again and slapped hard. Draco wailed again. His head jerked and he tried to get up but Snape wouldn't let him. His left hand buried itself in the soft blond strands and gripped.
His right hand continued its up and down dance, each slap hard and painful. The wails and cries he filtered out.
Snape lifted his eyes from Draco's reddening arse and fixed the grey eyes on the other side of the plastic wall. Lucius was watching intently, the only sign that he was affected was the rapid movement of his chest and the occasional twitch of his nostrils.
Draco tried to shift and get away but Snape knew that the only way for the boy to evade the slaps would cost him his scalp.
Snape continued to deliver hard unforgiving slaps, mentally punishing Draco for all his stupid choices.
For not thinking on his own… For his blind eagerness to please the Dark Lord… For letting the Death Eaters in Hogwarts… For forcing Snape to kill Dumbledore… For being young and stupid… For not being Lucius…
Snape's hand was beginning to hurt and he could see the skin on Draco's arse and thighs glowing angry red, the imprints of his hand evidence of the power behind each slap. The boy's cock was soft, obviously not happy at all with the spanking, but that didn't matter.
Snape's own uncomfortably strained his underwear and occasionally rubbed over the lower edge of Draco's corset.
A final slap and then Severus Snape bent and licked one glowing cheek, his nose digging in the flesh. It was hot and salty with sweat. He felt a shiver. He licked a few times then he blew cold air on the heated skin.
Draco laid unmoving over Snape's lap his knees trembling from the long time that they had supported him in the uncomfortable position.
Snape trailed his fingers from ankle to arse first on the outside of each leg, then on the inside. The boy's cock Snape could feel, was finally getting interested.
He bent and licked the abused arse again. He couldn't resist the heated flesh and its taste. He even traced the crack as much as he could, but his back was not infinitely flexible.
When he could feel Draco's cock straining the thong fully aroused and pulsing, Snape urged the boy up and supported him as his knees gave out. He let the boy feel his legs again, he would need them. A look on Draco's face made him smile, pleased at the puffy red eyes and the betraying trails of tears that were now drying. Then he led Draco to the plastic wall and whispered in his ear.
"Brace your self and open your legs wide. It is time for your reward."
Draco looked at his father as if he had forgotten of his existence, which was probably so. Then his mind obviously decided there were things of greater importance and Draco did as ordered. He placed his chest and turned face to the smooth cool plastic, his back bent and his feet spread, his arms supported him further.
Snape fell to his knees behind Draco and dug his long calloused fingers in the red bruised flesh of Draco's arse. A cry told him it must hurt. But he only spread the cheeks and licked around the lacy thong.
The cry changed to a moan.
Snape dug his fingers deeper then his nose and tongue buried in the warm musky crack. He used both to move the garment and to tease the sensitive flesh.
Draco's puffs and moans were getting more and more audible.
Snape reached a thumb and moved the thong aside as he truly started to lick around the small pucker of Draco's arsehole.
He circled the muscle then he turned his attention to the tender flesh of the perineum. Then he went back to the small rosette and this time he applied more and more force behind each lick and stroke until he breached the defences of the pucker and delved inside.
Draco's moan almost but not quite covered the soft moan of Lucius.
While Snape offered his expertise to Draco all his senses were dedicated to the man that he couldn't reach, couldn't grab, couldn't claim.
So he settled for the next best thing – the one that looked as close to the real thing as possible. It would have to do for at least another 10 years. But Severus Snape was nothing if not patient.
He licked and probed as his ears strained to catch each sound Lucius made. He could almost imagine it was Lucius' arse he was lapping at. Lucius' muscles that twitched in response to each moist kiss. Lucius' body that pushed at his face as he sucked.
A strong moan robbed him of his illusion. It was Draco before him. And Lucius was only available to two of his senses – sight and hearing.
Snape withdrew from the soft pliant arse and got back to his feet. He hastily opened the top buttons of his robe and pulled it over his head, and then he got rid of his underwear. He pressed his body to Draco's, forcing the boy flat against the transparent wall. He rubbed at the soft silk that covered the hardness of the corset.
Lucius had loved the feel of silk and lace on his body as much as Snape had loved to see him in them. Draco had learned to appreciate the feeling too.
Snape breathed in Draco's scent at the nape and almost winced at the fruity fragrance. He missed the masculine undertones of Lucius' toiletries.
Snape used his imagination to replace the scent with the one in his memories and it felt better.
He bent down to dig in his robes pocket and took out the lubricant. He opened it and poured the viscous substance on his fingers. Not caring if it was warm or cold he straightened and pushing the thong aside shoved two fingers in Draco's twitching hole, which swallowed them eagerly. Draco immediately pushed back resuming his initial position, for better access.
Snape stretched and dug almost brutally as his other hand pressed between Draco's shoulder blades, keeping the boy at place, as he stared from above one pale shoulder at the man he wished were in Draco's place.
Lucius was now spread on his bunk, his robes open, his pants on the floor, his shoulders supported by the wall along which the bunk was. A hand was fisting his elegant cock, occasionally a thumb gently pressing and gliding over the glans. His other hand was lower, teasing his sack and pucker but not breaching the latter just yet.
Snape stared hungrily at the hand sliding up and down in a languid rhythm. Grey eyes stared at his black ones as if the eye-link connected their bodies. Lucius lifted his other hand and sucked two of his fingers, laving them, licking them, a trail of saliva tracing a wet shiny path down the back of his hand. Snape could feel the remembered pleasure of that mouth on and around his cock.
As Lucius' fingers left his mouth, Snape removed his fingers from Draco and hastily used what lube was left on them to cover his cock. Then he held it and pressed at Draco's entrance. The thong, wet and slippery, caressed the side of his glans. Cautious of friction-burn Snape ripped it and it hang down releasing Draco's cock and testicles from their almost non-existent restraint.
He watched Lucius' fingers touch his arsehole. Lucius' eyes were intense. Snape couldn't see their colour but he knew it would be like mercury. Lucius let go of his cock and caressed his chest touching a nipple and smeared some pre-come on it.
Then a single digit slowly went inside that warm heat that Severus Snape craved ever since he first got to know it. And he plunged in Draco's arse seeing Lucius, feeling Lucius, taking Lucius.
Every thrust of that long elegant finger was resonated by a thrust of Snape's hips. Then the one finger became two and Snape remembered the texture, the softness, the compliance of that hot tight channel.
When Lucius' free hand went back to his cock Snape encircled Draco's waist and reached for the boy's erection. Draco pushed his hips back, simultaneously taking more of Snape's cock.
The position wasn't very comfortable and didn’t allow for perfect penetration, the boy swayed with each thrust, but even like that the occasional moan that slipped past Snape's auditory filter, indicated that Draco enjoyed the act quite enough.
Snape fisted the cock that as always felt a bit off in his hand. But it didn't matter. He concentrated on Lucius.
The grey eyes still locked on his. When he saw the back arch and heard that slight whimper that indicated Lucius was a breath away from orgasm he drove deep into Draco, fisted him tighter, jerking faster and staring at Lucius said, "Come, come now!"
And as he saw Lucius' cock jerk and spill, covering his hand and thighs and chest with come, Snape came with a whispered moan.
"Lucius…"
He felt the ripples of completion that Draco's body created, but it was another's pleasure he cared about. Another's tight grip he wished encased him. He slipped from Draco and the spent boy collapsed heavily on the ground.
Snape continued to stare at Lucius Malfoy – the only man he had ever really wanted. The only man he had craved in a weird way that was not love yet couldn't be just lust. It was need, obsession, addiction… The man, whom he had chosen to betray when it came to the choice between him and Lucius.
Snape spared a cursory glance at Draco and saw that the boy was almost incoherent. Then he looked back up.
"I'll wait for you." He finally said. A confession deeper than any he had allowed himself before.
"You betrayed me, why do you think I'd come back to you, Severus?" the grey eyes were now emotionless, gone was the torrent of pleasure that had been there mere minutes ago.
"You would have done the same." Snape replied calmly. "And you'll come back to me for the same reason I come back to you every single time." The urgent need, the craving to claim and possess, the addiction, the pain of withdrawal… "The Darkness within you seeks another of its kind."
Lucius remained silent.
"We need to go." Snape reached for his clothes and started to put them on.
"But you'll be fucking my son in the meantime." There was no reprimand or question in the voice.
"I will, if nothing better presents itself."
"Will he remember this?"
"Vaguely, the potion will make it all seem hazy, like a dream."
Draco stirred. Snape helped him dress himself and supported him as they went towards the door.
"I might attempt a visit, being a hero has its advantages."
Lucius remained silent for a long moment before he finally said. "See that you do."
Snape opened the door and winced at the stronger light beyond it. Then he steered Draco outside and closed the door behind his back.
~The End~