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Title: Sigh
Author: Ari
Pairing: Severus and Lucius
Rating: R to be safe
Word Count: 400, er, sorry
Warnings: None really, sort of infidelity?
Summary: Lucius is insatiable but Severus is worthy of his desires
A/N: Thanks to Starduchess for beta-ing. I only used most of her suggestions so anything I still missed, totally my own fault!



Lucius smirked as Severus entered the staffroom. His smirk grew more lewd in response to the poorly concealed, exhausted glare his lover threw his way. Lucius was insatiable. They’d parted mere minutes ago; he could still taste the essence of the Potions Master.

Lucius remembered how it all began. They were young; Severus was very young, and it was all terribly naughty. He’d befriended the snarky but talented and clever, and even sometimes, perhaps unintentionally, witty young Slytherin from the start. He could never explain what drew him to the unattractive boy, not even after all these years.

But whatever it was, it was not sexual. No, never sexual. Until...

He’d gone to visit Severus’ room at a Future Death Eaters camp, but no one had answered his knock. Entering anyway, he startled the young man getting dressed. Or was it undressing? It didn’t matter. All Lucius could see was the impossibly impressive cock hanging between the thin, lightly hairy legs. He swallowed once to keep from drooling, twice to get some oxygen and yet again a third time for the courage to remain as dignified as a Malfoy must.

Thereafter, his dreams were occupied with fantasies of what he could do with that cock, with what such a cock could do to him. He soon found even Severus’ large nose and long fingers erotic, but he resisted the urge to deflower his young friend. Resisted, because he wouldn’t risk losing the friendship of such a talented wizard; resisted because a Malfoy would never be taken – no matter how much his spasming hole begged. He resisted until he did not, and he would never talk of how long his resistance lasted because it did not befit a Malfoy to admit such things.

The first time it happened was to be the only time. By the hundredth encounter, it was meant to last only until he married Narcissa. Yet once Draco was born, Narcissa, who’d always known, demanded it continue. She’d already done her duty. So, it did.

Lucius bit his éclair a touch too hard, the filling oozing a little out of the side of his mouth. Using his napkin as a gentleman should but not as a gentleman would, he pretended to dab at his mouth, concealing from all but his lover the way his tongue darted out to retrieve the sweet treat. Rolling his eyes, Severus merely sighed.