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Sev's Gang	By : RueRambunctious Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Snape/Lucius Views: 5202 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“I hope you are studying,” announces a familiar voice from the fireplace.

Severus turns at the voice, stretching and pulling away from the literature spread across his bed. He kneels by the hearth comfortably and responds, “Of course I'm studying.”

“Studying for your exams?” Lucius presses skeptically.

Severus' lips curl into a cheeky smile, his breaking voice cracking richly as he responds, “Mostly.”

Lucius narrows his eyes at Severus' tired but glittering ones. “I knew giving you those books before your OWLs was a bad idea,” he sniffs.

“They're a lot more interesting,” Severus states, leaning back on his elbows. His shirt sleeves are rolled up and he's finally starting to build some muscle, moving his build from scrawny to wiry, and Lucius cannot help but rest his gaze on the pale flesh. It is a reminder that Severus is growing into a young man, and it is a strange sort of thought.

It has been difficult to resist fire-calling Severus several times a day just to hear the ridiculous, endearing, husky, throaty squeak of the dark-haired boy's cracking voice. Severus can tell, his eyes narrowing knowingly at Lucius for the past few days, but never failing to come to the fireplace despite the tiredness of his gait.

Lucius blinks in an attempt to return his mind to the present. Severus waits, accustomed to Lucius' unseemly lapses in concentration. “Whether they are 'interesting' is besides the point; you have exams to pass.”

Severus stares up at the ceiling, his Adam's apple and collarbone rising under his milky skin. “I'm not going to fail my exams, Luce.”

Lucius' head snaps to the dormitory's other beds, but it is apparent the others have the sense to leave Severus in peace to study as his lack of sleep has been making him irritable. Not that he seems it now, smiling a little at Lucius from the corner of his eye.

“How many times do I have to tell you that is not an appropriate form of address, Severus Tobias Snape?” Lucius grumbles.

Severus stretches again and rolls onto his front, still watching Lucius with a small smile. His eyelids flutter a little and his skin has a grey hue even as it reflects the dancing flames.

Lucius curls his lips at Severus' silence and admires his form. He licks his lips and teases, “Anyone would think, with you raising your rear in the air like that, that you wanted me to spank you as admonishment for your impertinence.”

Severus bats his lids and responds lazily, “Maybe you'd enjoy it.”

Lucius stiffens and blinks at the mocking retort, but before he can respond, Severus splutters and reddens, as though his brain has only just caught up with his mouth. Lucius cannot help but be amused at the endearing sight. He leans his defined jaw on his hand and warmly teases, “Are you saying you would too?”

Severus flushes an even darker colour, and curls his arms quickly around his face. “I would not!” he protests, his croaky voice muffled by his limbs.

“Sorry?” Lucius smiles. “Did you just say that you 'feel hot'?”

“Shut up!” Severus states, raising his head marginally over his bicep to be heard.

Lucius smiles at him fondly. “Be a good boy and actually study for your exams, or I'll take away the Dark Arts books and gift you with a hot bottom. Agreed?”

Severus rolls onto his hip, shielding his rump from Lucius' view. Frowning, the younger boy huffs another request for Lucius to be silent.

Lucius bears his teeth in a predatory grin. “I am going to have to do something about your abysmal manners, you know.”

Severus sits up, protecting his vulnerable globes. “I might display better manners if I was left alone to study.”

“You need study breaks or you will fail to retain anything and I will be lumbered with a mistress with a pert bottom and no OWLs,” Lucius points out.

Severus wrinkles his nose. “Don't call me that,” he protests.

“Oh, that's offensive to your ears, but 'Luce' just rolls off of your tongue?” Lucius asks tartly with a roll of his eyes.

Severus tries not to smirk at him.

“Enough chatter,” Lucius declares. “It is long past time that you wash your hair.”

Severus knows fine well that his hair is disgusting, but touches it with an innocent air anyway. It seemed like such a waste of time he could spend reading. Severus gives Lucius a skeptical look. “You just want to steal my books back,” Severus grumbles.

“In part, that is true,” Lucius concedes, “but you are absolutely filthy and if you do not wash your hair I shall be left with no alternative but to escort you to the showers each morning.”

Severus flinches at the suggestion, but knows not to provoke the blonde with a 'you wouldn't dare!' He tries to formulate some other reply, but all he manages is a strangely gravelly squeak.

Lucius disappears for a moment then steps through the fire gracefully. He smirks at Severus and brushes soot carefully from himself as Severus quickly stands.

“Hair,” Lucius orders, crossing to the bed and gathering the books lent by the Dark Lord.

Severus gives them a pitiful look but obediently gathers some belongings and retreats to the shower.

Amused by the pining, Lucius places the books within his own bedroom and waits for Severus to return.

Severus does not leave Lucius for long. He eyes the blonde as he dumps his dirty clothing on his chair. “Why are you still here?”

Lucius smirks wickedly and reaches for Severus, pinning him within an embrace as he reaches for the boy's hair. “You hardly thought I would leave without an inspection, did you?”

Severus squirms, but has grown used to this and Lucius concedes that the hair is passible by a hair's breadth.

Severus tugs his head to pull his hair from Lucius' grasp, splattering water on them both, but lingers longer than necessary before he escapes.

Lucius tries to soften his knowing smile and crosses back to the bed, pulling out certain study materials.

“Back to work,” he orders with fond eyes.

Severus sighs but takes the parchment and flops onto the bed obediently. Lucius wonders whether he will ever get the boy into bed so easily in other, still educational, circumstances.

Severus chews his quill thoughtfully. “When will you be back?”

Lucius takes the unfortunate item from the boy's mouth and places it down. “Tomorrow. To check on your progress.”

“Okay,” Severus says comfortably. He picks up the quill and puts it to his mouth again absently in a manner that he theoretically knows irks Lucius.

The blonde swats Severus' pale hand. Severus yelps, but looks up at Lucius with eyes that are strangely devoid of reproach. After longer than necessary Severus puffs out his cheeks and pouts.

Lucius pinches Severus' bottom lip carefully. “Do not display those lips towards me thus unless you want me to kiss them,” he scolds huskily.

Severus licks the inside of his own lip slowly and stares at Lucius further.

Lucius straightens and glances back at the door. He flicks his wand at it carelessly as he mutters a locking spell.

Severus blinks at him, not even feeling a roiling sensation in his stomach, only expectation.

Lucius sits down beside Severus on a space of the bed previously occupied by borrowed books. The mattress lowers to accommodate his additional weight.

Severus breathes in sharply with anticipation as Lucius turns closer to face him.

Lucius plucks Severus' pale chin with his fingers and draws it slowly towards his face, giving Severus the opportunity to move away if desired.

The boy doesn't, fixing his dark eyes on Lucius' own with an unusual steadiness.

“Well?” Lucius whispers softly.

Severus takes a deep, rallying breath, and forces his lips into another pout.

Lucius crashes his lips down upon Severus' willing ones, and Severus promptly loses notice of anything other than Lucius and kissing Lucius.

He feels heat rushing to his belly and hopes Lucius won't notice, because he needs Lucius to keep kissing him so deeply and never, ever stop. Severus groans when Lucius nips his tongue lightly, and he doesn't even mind, just presses himself closer.

Lucius is exhilarated by Severus' responsiveness, and resolutely pushes down the desire to take Severus right here and now, pressing the boy into the bed and letting the spidery scrawl of wet ink transfer itself across the brunette's writhing, sweating body. Severus' nose bunches cutely against Lucius' own, and Lucius wonders if the urge to kiss it would be as enjoyable as fighting with Severus' snakelike little tongue.

Lucius pulls Severus onto his lap, and Severus barely protests, clinging to Lucius single-mindedly. Lucius continues a kiss for a while, enjoying the way the angular boy fits against his frame.

Eventually, Lucius lifts Severus in his grip, and surprises the dark-haired boy with a moderately firm slap across the centre of his buttocks.

Severus cries out and struggles to pull away, but Lucius holds the younger teen to him, pressing his fingers into the slight warmth along Severus' resplendent rear.

“What was that for?” the surprised boy protests.

“That was for trying to get out of your studies,” Lucius admonishes, fixing Severus with a knowing look.

Severus flushes, too embarrassed to admit that was only about a tenth of his motivation. He presses his swollen lips into a tight line to prevent himself confessing. Lucius would surely be unsufferable with the knowledge.

Lucius surprises the boy with a second, playful spank. “And that one was for being such a hussy,” the blonde teases as Severus squeals in his breaking voice and tries unsuccessfully to wriggle out of Lucius' strong arms.

Severus settles quicker than Lucius expects, and fixes him with a mistrustful look that is not quite a pout, but is still rather tantalising.

“Are you quite done?” Severus sulks.

Lucius smirks and shakes his head. “One more for being my hussy,” he responds, and presses another kiss onto Severus' willing lips.

*

Severus rolls his eyes at Evan's questions and resolutely refuses to answer why the dormitory door had been locked. Unable to prevent the curl to his lips or the pinkness rising to his cheeks at the memory, Severus ducks his head to hide behind his clean curtain of hair.

“Hussy,” Evan teases unknowingly, heading for a shower. Severus fights the compulsion to turn from pink to crimson, and mutters something about breakfast, grateful his other dorm mates have already gone.

Severus swipes something from the table before anyone can notice him, and sweeps away from the noise and the people. He heads to unused corridors, chewing idly, and feeling safe in the knowledge it is still too early for the Marauders to be stalking him. Besides, he's become a much better dueller lately.

Severus does not want to think about what Avery, Wilkes or the Lestrange brothers will have to say when they see him. Neither he nor Lucius remembered to unlock the dormitory door that night. Well, perhaps Lucius did, and just wanted to embarrass Severus further.

A familiar shuffle alerts Severus to Lupin's presence. They seem to have developed a habit of sharing breakfast at least once a week, although for the most part they avoid talking about anything of significance. Such as the feeling of their lips mashed against each other's, which feels a million miles away from the experience of Lucius' mouth last night.

Remus normally seems good at noticing embarrassment and other strong emotions, but this morning he seems sluggish. Ill, even.

Remus seems to get sick a lot. Severus wonders whether this is impeded by stress and a lack of sleep caused by being friends with the insufferable Black, Potter and Pettigrew.

“Are you alright?” Severus asks, then curses himself inwardly for such a question.

Remus fixes surprised, brooding eyes on him. “Are you?” he responds. “It's not like you to ask.”

Severus shrugs. “You get sick a lot,” he says with difficulty. He absolutely refuses to admit 'it worries me.'

Remus' expression flickers as though he is unsure which expression to force onto his face.

Severus throws out his hand as a distraction. “Breakfast?” he offers.

*

Severus sits his OWLs at the end of fifth year, and no embarrassmenr Lucius has ever inflicted on him compares with the public humiliation Potter, Black, Pettigrew and Lupin subject him to.

It hurts.

It hurts worse that Lupin didn't try harder to stop it.

It hurts even more that he snapped unforgivably at Lily, and she completely believes that the action was unforgivable.

It was a mistake.

She's been mad at him a lot recently anyway with his increasing fascination with the Dark Arts, but it does not prepare him for being cut out of her life so vehemently.

Apparently every one of Severus' dorm mates think him devastated, because they agree to tell and send for Lucius.

And he doesn't punish Severus. He lets him cry, and he doesn't tell anyone about it, not ever.

Lily starts dating Potter -Potter, of all people???- a few months later and Severus cannot even begin to comprehend it.

It doesn't hurt as much as he expects. Maybe he's numb. He's not entirely apathetic about it; he's bitter, and a little heartbroken.

But it seems like… a nudge. One that Severus needed.

Severus agrees to take the Dark Mark.

Lily had been his friend since they were nine.
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