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Waiting	By : countesszero Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Snape/Lucius Views: 11108 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Waiting

Severus only just had finished buttoning up his robe, when his guest arrived. Lucius pushed his way past Severus, into the living room without even bothering with a “Good morning” but immediately pulled his robes over his head and threw them on the floor.

His cheeks were flushed and he breathed hard as if he had been running. He stared defiantly at Severus. Then after long minutes, when Severus remained stubbornly silent, Lucius continued to undress hastily, without any elegance. It seemed that pure need dictated his movements. Within a minute he stood completely bare, his eyes dark and a little wild.

Severus meanwhile leant against the door frame, his arms crossed in front of his chest. He pretended to be unfazed, coldly amused by Lucius' shameless display. He summoned his tea and took a sip, then set the cup on the saucer. When Lucius began stroking his already hard cock, he let out a short, derisive laugh.

“One might think you missed your true calling,” he mused. "Look at how needy you are, like a proper whore.”

Lucius merely snarled, then unceremoniously bent over the sofa and spread himself with both hands. Severus could see the pink hole between the smooth white cheeks of the firm arse.

"I don't have all day ... Snape," Lucius said. "Fuck me already."

Severus took his time approaching him, still the cup of tea in his hand. “Do you really think I want you that badly? You have a high opinion of yourself.”

Lucius growled and pushed his arse up.

“You interrupted my morning tea,” Snape said, settling himself into another arm chair. He traced the rim of the cup with a long, pale finger. “You think just coming here and pushing your arse into my face is enough enticement for me to jump you? What do you take me for? Just because you are a bitch in heat does not mean that I have any … use for you.”

Lucius looked at him over his shoulder, his hands still on his arse, with his fingers inching slowly towards his hole. He was rocking against the fabric of the sofa, biting his lips.

“You want me,” he hissed. “You know you want me.” Severus leant back in his seat, now truly amused by the way the muscles in Lucius’ thighs tensed with need.

“First of all,” said Severus sharply, and his voice rose, angry and crisp. “Get off my sofa, whore. If I fuck you, you will receive your fucking on the rug, on your hands and knees!”

Lucius hesitated. He opened his mouth, his features arranging themselves into an aristocratic sneer, but before he could speak, Severus threw a vial onto the floor.

“Prepare yourself,” he said lazily. “I can't be bothered.”

Lucius froze. It was delicious to see him struggling with his pride. Severus wanted to trace his spine with his tongue until he could dip it into that cleft, swirl it around that needy, clenching hole.

“You came so far already, offering yourself to me, you can surely finger yourself,” Severus said, thoroughly enjoying this moment. “Make me want you. Perform for me, beg me. And if you do well enough, I <i>might</i> reward you.”

Lucius closed his eyes, and let out a soft breath. Then he climbed off the sofa and knelt on the floor, his backside inches away from Severus boots. He grabbed the vial and uncorked it hastily, pouring the oily content over his shaking fingers.

When he reached with a glistening finger behind, Severus stopped him with his boot.

“Don’t penetrate yourself yet,” he commanded. “Just tease your hole.”

Obediently Lucius circled his entrance with his index finger, that twitched impatiently. Severus sat back and took another sip from his tea, making sure that Lucius could hear the clatter of the cup against the saucer.

“You may insert a finger now,” he said, almost gently, and Lucius immediately pushed in a long finger, fucking himself on it.

“Spread your legs a bit more,” Severus ordered, again in this bored tone of his, and Lucius complied before he had finished the sentence.

“I can’t hear you, slut,” he hissed. “Did I not tell you to beg me? Simply fucking yourself in front of me won’t do.”

This was the hardest for Lucius. Severus could see his shoulders tense, could literally see him debating with himself, telling himself to get up and dress and leave. But of course, he stayed.

In the end he did every time.

“Please,” Lucius finally whispered, defeated.

Severus remained merciless. “Louder,” he demanded. He studied his fingernails with a bored expression on his face.

“Please … fuck me,” said Lucius louder, pushing a second finger into himself.

“Tell me, slut, do you like this?” asked Severus silkily. “Do you enjoy grovelling at my feet, naked and fucking yourself?”

A short pause followed. Severus watched him, tilting his head, counting the seconds.

“Yes,” moaned Lucius finally. “I do.” With one hand he pinched his nipples, his face pressed onto the rug.

“Yes, well, I can see that.” Severus finally put his teacup on the side table, and adjusted his trousers. At the sound of the shifting of fabric Lucius turned around hopefully, and pushed his arse up even higher, now vigorously fucking himself.

“Please fuck me,” he whined.

“That’s better, I want the whole neighbourhood to know what a whore you are.”

“Yes, oh yes,” Lucius eagerly agreed, his hole wet and open now. Severus watched Lucius’ fingers slipping in and out of it, faster and faster.

Severus bent forward, unable to resist and laid his finger onto that hole. He tapped and circled the slick rim, taking his time before entering him, and Lucius screamed.

“Oh, please, yes, please fuck me! I’ll do anything, but please fuck me!”

Severus snorted. “You pathetic slut. You are so eager, you <i>would</i> do anything for my cock, wouldn’t you?”

Lucius groan was muffled by the rug.

“You’d offer yourself like this in Kockturn Alley, naked, your arse in the air, begging anyone who passes by, wouldn’t you?”

Severus knelt behind Lucius who moaned, and twisted his fingers, pressing them deep inside, until Lucius suddenly jerked and clenched. “Oh, did you like that?”

“Yes,” Lucius wailed.

“Show a little more restraint, will you?” Severus said derisively, as if he had not told Lucius just mere minutes ago to be more vocal. “Aren’t you ashamed of yourself?”

“Yes, I am,” Lucius whispered. “But I need it so badly, please!” Lucius didn’t care anymore what he was agreeing to as Severus could see. He pulled out his fingers. “Clean me up,” he growled, holding them in front of Lucius’ face, who obediently began to lick and suck.

“Tell me why you’re here,” Severus whispered, close to Lucius’ ear now. He took his fingers out of Lucius mouth and wiped them on his face, taking care to let him feel the hardness of his cock through his trousers, rubbing against his thigh. Lucius mindlessly pushed back, whimpering.

“No,” Severus admonished. “You won’t get your reward until you told me why you are here.”

“I want you to fuck me,” Lucius moaned. “I want you to put your cock inside me.” He attempted to shift on his knees, to press his entrance against Severus’ cock, but Severus was having none of it and held him firmly down.

“And why do you want my cock so badly?” Severus crooned, almost affectionately. “Why is that?”

Lucius didn’t answer that, but instead increased his sighing and writhing. Impatiently Severus placed a hand on Lucius neck and pushed his face onto the rug.

“Well, if you like that better, I can also Apparate us to Knockturn Alley, right now. You can have all the cock you need!” he hissed.

“Because I am a whore!” Lucius screamed, now tears streaming down his face. “Because I am a worthless, filthy slut, that’s why I am here!”

Severus laughed softly and let go of Lucius head. “Very good, slut.”

Slowly, with measured movements and without any haste, ignoring Lucius' desperate movements he undid his trousers. His cock, thick and dark, leaking a drop of milky precome, jutted out.

“Turn around,” he ordered Lucius and Lucius awkwardly skidded around on his knees and shoulders, his hands and fingers still placed on and in his arse. Severus’ smile at that display was cold, cruel.

“Do you want that?” he asked conversationally, and brushed his cock over Lucius' lips, who licked greedily, darting out a pink tongue.

Severus lazily stroked himself, contemplating Lucius nearly black irises, the wet mouth. When another drop of pre-come appeared on the slit he held his cock a bit higher, so Lucius had to raise himself to be able to lick the balls and the base, not an easy feat while finger-fucking himself at the same time.

When Lucius begged him again, Severus allowed him to suck it. Gratefully Lucius immediately swallowed the cock, let it slide down his throat and buried his nose in Severus’ groin. Severus could feel the tightness of Lucius throat, the heat encircling the heat.

“Suck me off, slut,” he said. “Enjoy your reward,” and he let his hips snap forward.

Lucius made a whimpering sound at the back of his throat and looked up at Severus.

“No, I am not going to fuck you today,” Severus told him with a malicious glint in his eyes. “You’re not good enough for that. But you are allowed to fuck yourself until you come, and suck my cock.”

Lucius closed his eyes, and began moving his head back and forth while pressing his tongue against the shaft. Saliva dribbled out of the corner of his mouth. “Play with my balls,” Severus demanded and Lucius let go of his nipples and gently rolled Severus’ balls in his hand. He rhythmically pressed a wet finger into Severus’ perineum, and Severus let his head fall back and groaned, now fucking Lucius’ mouth with abandon. He continued to verbally abuse Lucius, threatening him with selling him off to some random men on Knockturn Alley, and Lucius answered with appreciative, loud moans, slurping eagerly around Severus’ cock.

When Severus felt he was coming, he pulled out. Lucius would have tumbled to the floor but Severus gripped his hair with one hand, while fisting his swollen, aching cock. With a shout he came into Lucius’ face, who opened his mouth, eagerly awaiting his final reward. Then thick, white spunk hit Lucius on his forehead, his cheeks and lips and even his hair.

“What a sight you are,” Severus sneered, panting harshly. Lucius looked up at him, still moaning and fucking himself on his own fingers. Severus Summoned Lucius’ discarded robe, wiped his cock with it and took the wand out of one of it’s pockets, regarding it pensively. The grip was blunt and nicely polished, and he ran an appreciative hand over it. He took the vial from the floor and poured the rest of the oil over it, then walked around Lucius until he stood behind him. With a grunt he roughly pushed the blunt end of the wand inside.

Lucius actually yowled like a cat, and jumped at the intrusion, then pressed his face into the rug and fucked himself on the wand, immediately wrapping his fingers around it.

“That’s it, whore,” Severus praised him. “That’s what you’re good for.”

Lucius let out a little cry every time he pushed the wand inside him. With his other hand he resumed plucking and pinching his rosy nipples. He turned around to lie on his back and spread his legs, his balls taut and snug against his hard cock. Severus towered over him, his gaze blank and dark, now completely dressed.

Finally Lucius came, screaming out loud, pushing the wand far inside him, his hole clenching around the hard wood. He arched up, then spasmed and pressed himself against the floor, pulling his knees high up. His hand flew to his cock and he aimed it so the first arc of hot come landed on his own face. He screamed, and gasping for air, snaked his tongue out of his mouth to taste himself.

Severus gave him some time to recover, feeling indulgent today. Satisfied he took in Lucius, looking utterly debauched, lying on his rug. Unfortunately Lucius misunderstood his smile, as he sometimes did.

“If you are amenable to the suggestion,” he said, still a bit out of breath, attempting to put back his usual drawl into his voice. “You could join me for dinner at the Manor tonight. We could ...”

Within a minute, Severus was beside him again. He roughly gripped Lucius' chin.

“I have no desire to converse with ageing whores,” he snarled, his eyes full of contempt. “I merely fuck you because you come crawling back here every time, gagging for it. So be grateful and do not try my patience. Understood?”

Lucius stared at him with wide eyes, then swallowed thickly and nodded.

“Are you not forgetting something?” Severus gripped him harder.

Lucius closed his eyes. “Thank you … very much,” he whispered.

Severus sneered and pushed Lucius away, then stood up, not caring that he was standing on his hair. Lucius bit his lips, suppressing his whimper.

“I’m taking a bath, wash your filth off me,” Severus said. “When I come back, I want you gone.”

Lucius nodded, curling around his robes, when Severus moved away.

“Disgusting whore,” he heard Severus mutter.

Lucius took a deep breath.

The Healers had told him, more than once, that the damage that Nagini’s cursed venom had caused in Severus mind would not be reversible and certain parts of his personality would never return, but what did Healers know of love?

It didn’t matter what they said, he told himself, as he dressed himself again with shaking fingers.

There were times when Severus fell asleep after they had fucked and in his sleep he would embrace him, just like he had done so many years ago. In these precious moments Lucius knew that deep inside his Severus was still alive, waiting until his mind was healed, and he was able to feel love and affection again.

And Lucius too would wait, patiently, if necessary, until the end of time.
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