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Descent into Darkness	By : chibisarel Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 22802 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-1: And When He Falleth
- 2-2: He Falleth Like Lucifer
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Note: I don't own these characters; I just play with them. Ms. Rowling does, however, and her policy regarding fanfics can be found here: http://www.writersu.net/?link=authpolicy&id=107
Warning: Though it might be somewhat redundant at this site, I prefer to place warnings unnecessarily rather than neglect them and be flamed for it. This fic contains dark elements, such as BDSM and lots of mental anguish (although I suspect you won't care if you've read 'And When He Falleth' and still are here). Also, I'm well aware of the fact that students at Hogwarts graduate the year they turn eighteen, which would make these characters underage. However, I would like you to consider that in Sweden, where I live, you're free to have sex at fifteen, as long as it's not visual (as in pornographic videos and photos). I don't consider fanfiction to be visual.
He Falleth Like Lucifer

I wake up with a gasp, from the most horrible nightmare I've ever had. I was trapped in darkness, with nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. And... He was stalking me. Stalking me round and round until it drove me mad, and then advancing when I had nowhere left to turn. He caught me and...
The worst thing isn't that I dream of him. The worst thing is that when I wake I'm rock hard, and aching for more.
This can't go on. I've dreamt about him for three nights now, ever since... that happened. It won't do. I'll have to get over it. I have to forget. But I can't deal with it if I run. So that's why I, the next evening, refuse to go to bed, instead strolling casually through the corridors until I'm certain no one sees me. And then I slip through the secret door.
I silently close the door behind me, and look around the room. I swallow as my eyes fall upon the desk that is the only inhabitant, and I for a few seconds am trapped in the past.
For a while I just stand there, looking. Then I slowly step forward, in a daze. Involuntarily, my hand reaches out to softly stroke the desk's surface as I remember.
"I hate you," I whisper without conviction.
I notice my other hand creeping of its own volition to my cock, and quickly brings it down to my side again. I swallow once more, for a different reason this time.
The air in here still reeks with sexual tension. Even Crabbe or Goyle would be able to sense it. Something in a corner catches my eye, and I don't have to look there to know what it is. I threw them there myself afterwards. My clothes, or what is left of them.
I fall to my knees, sobbing. Here I can give in to my desperation and confusion. Here I can cry. Nowhere else. "Damn you." I close my eyes. "What are you doing to me?"
Imagine. I, the proud, untouchable Malfoy, kneeling on the floor, tears streaming down my face. I've lost my footing, and I don't know how to regain it.
My hand opens my pants and again seeks my cock, and this time I don't have the willpower to remove it. I sit there in the room of my shame, and masturbate to the sound of my sobs. I'm pathetic.
My mind supplies me with images as I replay my nightmares before my inner eyes. Images of myself, tied down on that desk. Images of his face, contorted with pleasure, as he fucks me hard, without a single thought for my pleasure. My sobs turn to moans and my hand speeds up.
I hate him.
Suddenly, something makes me stop. A feeling I'm not alone creeps into me, and I freeze in horror over having been discovered. Carefully, I close my trousers again, and turn my head to look over my shoulder. My mouth opens, but no sound emerges.
"Hello, Malfoy." A sly smile plays for a few moments on his lips. "I never expected to see you here."
I swallow. "Potter," I snarl then, putting all my conviction in sounding vicious. I get to my feet, still looking at him, and back up against the desk. Feeling its edge at the top of my thighs makes me jump, but then I control myself.
"What are you doing here?" I ask of him, actually managing to maintain coldness in my voice.
"I saw you come in here, and thought I'd just pay a visit." Calm. How the fuck can he be so goddamn calm? It's all I can do not to scream in gibbering panic.
I suddenly blink. Saw me come in here... Oh no. "How long have you been here?"
That smile again. "Long enough." He makes a pretense of looking around the room. "I never thought you'd come here to jack off, though." I start at his words, and automatically attempt to take a step backwards. When did he start using such language? He never did before. "Thinking of me?"
"Of course. I'd love to return the favour," I lie coldly, calling up all venom I've ever been able to give my voice. I fear what he'll do if he doesn't believe me.
For a moment, his smile falters, but then it's back in place. "I see." He slowly approaches, and it's all I can do to not run. Why does he scare me so much? "If that's the case..." he continues, and now he's way too close. "...why don't you do something about it?"
I swallow, and lick my lips. Then I resolutely reach out for his shoulders.
"Stop."
I freeze at the sharp voice uttering that single word, arms half-way raised, feeling a strange fear enter me. A long silence ensues, and then I hear him slowly begin to laugh. I lower my arms and look away, aware that he's managed to trick me into betraying myself.
"Oh, Malfoy. This is too great." He comes even closer; presses my body against the desk. "You weren't thinking of raping me, were you?"
"I hate you." Too late I realize that my statement sounds all too much like an admission, and I look straight at him to lessen its import. "Get away from me, Potter."
"I'm not tying you up." He looks at me intently, and leans closer to whisper, "Yet."
I can't stop the shiver that travels through my body as my mind much too easily supplies me with the imagery.
"But you want me to, don't you... Lucius?"
I summon up every ounce of self discipline. "You're disgusting." I hate you.
He lifts his hand and touches me, softly sliding it down from my neck to my waist. I fail to supress another shiver, and he smiles knowingly. "You're a poor liar, Lucius."
"Shut up," I snarl, but am unable to move as he leans close and press his lips against mine. The touch wakes me up, and I open my mouth. Delighted, he starts ravaging my mouth. I bite down, hard.
He yelps, and when he moves away I release his tongue. He stands still for a second, but then he turns his eyes to me, and I flinch. "That was a stupid mistake, Lucius," he hiss, his brown eyes burning with fire. "I was going to be nice to you, but obviously you don't deserve that."
I hardly notice myself answering back until I hear my own voice. "Nice? Nice would have been if you'd never come here at all. You're a sick fuck, and you..."
A loud slap is heard, and pain blossoms in my cheek, silencing me.
"I would advice you to keep quiet, or I will have to gag you. I will not hear such language from you again, understood?" I simply glare at him, and he backhands my other cheek, whipping my head to the side. "I asked if you understood," he snaps.
"Sure," I mumble, holding a hand to my burning cheek.
"Undress."
I want to run. I want to scream. I want to hide. But I can't. I know that, and he knows that. And so it is that I'm forced to obey him.

My eyes widen as he, still not looking at me, raises his hands to the clasp that keeps his cloak closed and unfasten it. I hadn't expected him to obey me so willingly. But then I allow a smile to creep up on my lips as I watch the cloak fall to the floor, followed by the rest of his clothes. He doesn't look up at me at all, but I can see the faint, pink flush on his cheeks.
"Good boy," I say when he stands naked before me. I oughtn't push him, but I want to see how far he will go without a fight. He makes a face, but doesn't say anything. Good for him.
I marvel that he hasn't attempted to cast a spell. Not that he would succeed. I'm close enough to punch his lights out if he should try. Especially now, as his wand lies together with his clothes on the floor.
His hands, I notice, are clasped in front of him, discreetly covering his crotch. I reach out and push lightly outwards on his arms. He looks even less at me as he lets his hands hang at his sides, revealing the erection he'd previously hidden.
"How nice." I smile. "All because of me?" I step closer, pressing in one leg between his, and with a hand on his chin force him to turn his head towards me. I hold him there until he submits and raises his eyes to my face.
"Just fuck me and be done with it," he pleads.
I slowly shake my head, feigning sadness. "Lucius, Lucius. What did I tell you about language?"
I feel him flinch. He looks away again. "Sorry," he mumbles so faintly that I hardly hear him.
I smile faintly. "I'll let it pass for now. But I don't want to hear it again, understood?" He nods. "Good. Meanwhile, why don't you put better use to that mouth instead?"
What little colour was left in his face disappears as he realizes what I mean. He mutely shakes his head, eyes wide. His lips form the word 'no', but no sound leaves him. His body is tense, and he strains to move as far away from me as possible with a desk behind him and my knee between his legs.
"You can do this the easy way or the hard way," I tell him. "Either you get down on your knees willingly, and you may set your own pace, or I will force you, and simply fuck your mouth."
For a few moments he's even more tense, but then he slumps, defeated. As I back away, he falls to his knees, and he looks up at me, obviously sickened. "Please..." he begs. I say nothing, only look at him, and he sighs. His hands are trembling as he reaches up to unbutton my jeans. Suddenly he stops. I can see clearly what he's thinking, and I quickly forestall him.
"Don't even think about it, Lucius. Not unless you want to leave here without clothes, with 'Property of Potter' carved all over your chest."
He draws a shuddering breath and continues, looking down at the floor. Soon my trousers are open, and he takes out my cock with a light touch that could be taken for reverence but most probably just is disgust. A few moments pass, and then his lips slowly close around me.
At first, he is hesitant and clumsy, and it's all I can do not to grab hold of his head and force him. Instead my hand rests lightly on the top of his head, but it seems that is enough of a threat, for he speeds up slightly, working my cock with those soft lips and that sweet tongue. For a moment I close my eyes, but I dare not keep them so for long. He might have yielded for the moment, but he will never be tame. If I let him out of my sight for a moment, he will rebel.

I hate him. But I dare not disobey him, and to my despair, that thought is enough to send electric currents through my body and down to my cock, making it twitch. What is the problem with me that I'm actually turned on by being humiliated and forced like this? And so, nearly sobbing with shame, I go down on him, not knowing whether to appreciate or gag at the taste. In any case, I dare not show anything. If I find myself appreciate it, how will he not mock me? And if I gag, what would he do then? Suddenly wanting to do my best — afterwards I could always say he forced me — I take his cock as far as I can into my mouth, swallowing my gag reflex as he hits my tonsils. I try again, and succeed a little better.
"Oh yes, Lucius," he murmurs above me. "That's a good boy."
Somehow spurred on by his approval, I force myself to take him deeper and deeper. Tears spring to my eyes and my nose clogs up from the restrained gag reflex. I take my chances to breathe when I can, holding my breath otherwise. Why is it that girls are always expected to deepthroat? And why is it expected that they shall be able to breathe while doing it? I know that I never again will expect it.
Without warning, the hand on my head clenches, holding my nose pressed against his crotch. At first I'm merely surprised, but as time passes and he doesn't seem to let me go, I start to panic. Reflexively, to hold back my gagging, I swallow again and again. Each time I swallow, I hear a faint gasp from my tormentor. I'm quickly running out of air, and I begin to push frantically at him, the tears in my eyes not only from reflex. Finally he lets go, and I throw myself backwards, not even wincing as I hit the desk behind me hard. Clutching a hand at my throat as though it would help me breathe, I drink in the sweet air. When I turn my eyes towards Potter to tell him how much I will kill him for that, I fear I somehow only manage to look scared and pathetic.
"Just giving you some practice, Lucius. You need it."
A pain lances through my chest at that, and to cover my confusion, I almost scream 'fuck off' at him, but remember myself at the last moment. Why does it hurt to hear him say I'm bad at... at sucking cock? I've never done it before, and I don't want to do it, so he shouldn't expect anything.
"Get up," he orders, and I quickly climb to my feet, supporting myself with one hand on the desk when the world momentarily vanishes. A hand softly touches my cock, and I bite back the sound that threatens to leave my lips. "My, Lucius. If I didn't know better, I would think you got off on this."
I want to break down and cry as I realize how true his words are. But pure Malfoy stubbornness keeps me on my feet, calm. Not even when he orders me up on the desk the calm facade cracks. I merely look at him passively, waiting for his next move. Oh, I know I am going to be fucked, but I'm not sure I can bring myself to care about it. After all, what can I do about it? If I present a bored front, he might be dissuaded from a repetition.
"Now, Lucius," he whispers as he lifts my legs to rest upon his shoulders, "I'm going to do this the way it should have been last time. Perhaps then you'll thank me for my consideration." And then, before I even have time to think about what he meant, he enters me and starts fucking.
The agony is unbearable, and I struggle to get away. After a few seconds, it seems as though I've succeeded, for he backs off and lets go of my legs. Curling myself into a foetal pose, I take one look towards him.
And freeze. The fury in his eyes is worse than anything I've seen before, mostly because it's so cold. As he withdraws the wand from his belt, my eyes widen in horror, but I can do nothing.
"You fool," he hisses. "If I want to fuck you, you'd better lie damned still. I don't think you realize what an honour it is that I even deign to touch you. I'm certain that Remus wouldn't mind a taste. You can't believe how desperate he becomes at times." I swallow. I don't know if I want to imagine. Severus has told me some things that I'm not sure if I can believe. "Will you lie still this time?"
For a moment, I remain where I am, agonizing over my lack of options. Then I slowly roll onto my back again, look at him for a moment and then close my eyes, resigned to my fate. I might as well suffer through this and then forget all about it. At least, I tell myself that.
"Good boy. However, you still haven't apologized, have you?" My eyes fly open at his statement, and I can only stare openmouthed at him. He actually wants me to say I'm sorry for not fighting against being raped? He wants me that degraded? His brown eyes narrow. "Well?"
What does he want me to say? "I... I'm sorry that... that I... wasn't able to pl-please you." I have to force the words out, but finally they're said. I only hope he'll be satisfied with them. And that no one else will ever learn I've said them. That no one else will ever learn about anything of this, for that matter. Does Lupin know? Has Potter told him?
When he reaches out towards my face, it's all I can do not to flinch, but I endure his caress and then clench my teeth as he steps in between my legs again. I try to protest in what feeble ways I can, but as I clench my rectal muscles, trying to push him out, I realize that when I do that, it doesn't hurt as much. Relieved, I continue until I think I've managed to get used to the untrusion. Then, slowly, I begin to relax.
I hate to admit it, but if you disregard the burn when he moves slowly — he does that now and then, as if to calm down so that he can continue longer — it actually feels good. Especially as he every time he drives himself deep into me hits a spot that sends jolts of pleasure throughout my body. After a while, even the pain seems to feel good, and the familiar tension begins to build. To my despair, knowing that it's James Potter fucking me, and that he'll laugh at me for enjoying it, is the thing that brings me over the edge, and I come.
When I come to my senses again, Potter has already withdrawn, and is wiping himself on cloth before then dressing. I lie still on the table, not sure whether it's because of fear or exhaustion. He then leaves, but as he's just about to open the door, he turns around.
"Listen closely, Lucius," he says. "I want you to know that I will never do this again unless you properly follow my rules. When you next time come here — and be assured, I will not accept any propositions outside this room — I want you to undress and kneel down, head bowed, and wait for me in that position. If I feel like it, I'll come here after a while. If I come here and find you otherwise, I will punish you, and then leave, to never again touch you. And any disobedience towards me will also be dealt with harsly. Do you understand all this?"Drymouthed and wide-eyed, I can't stop myself from nodding, and after a last glance, he turns and vanishes out the door. I lie still for yet a while, composing myself, before rolling down to the floor to get dressed. Almost the first thing I notice is that it was my cloak that he wiped himself on, and I burn with the humiliation. But yet I pull it on and stagger towards the door, carefully opening it and stepping outside.
I'm amazed that no one notices what's wrong. Oh, Goyle asked me once — once only, mind you — if there was something wrong, and of course I snapped back at him that if anything was wrong, it was that I was annoyed at stupid people asking stupid questions. If I have to say anything good about them, it's that they got the hint. None of them has asked again.
Potter has not so much as glanced at me since that day. I've stolen a look now and then, and he seems to truly enjoy himself with Lupin, Black, Pettigrew and Ms. Mud-blood Evans. How can he be two so different persons? The friendly, out-going guy everyone takes him to be, and the horrifying, sadistic bastard I've come to know him for. Which one is he? Why do I even bother wondering? I'll never go back there. Never.
"Lucius?" It's Narcissa, a girl so beautiful that I'm certain there must be Veela blood in her veins.
"Yes?" I ask, holding the Malfoy disdain on some level in my voice.
"I know it's still far off, but could I go with you to the Yule Ball?"
Asking early so that no one else will be first, is that it? Well, she's as good as anyone else, I guess. Attempting a friendly smile, I tell her she can, and she happily scampers away. Well, as happily as any Slytherin could... scamper.
Potter and his friends pass by me on their way out from the great hall, and the hair in the back of my neck stands on end. I'm almost certain he won't do anything, but that 'almost' prevents me from being calm.
I should have known. It's already gone a week with no sign from him that he cares. He doesn't even glance at me, but only continues on out. A decision appears instantly, and I rise from the table as soon as they've left the room. I don't know myself why I follow them, but what I know is that I must not be seen, either by them or anyone else.
Suddenly I stop. What in Salazar's name am I doing? Abruptly I turn, and make for the Slytherin dorm instead. After all, I need to go through some of my homework.
That night, I dream again. Almost the same dream, and I wake up, trembling. Not again. I thought I was free from those dreams. They haven't come back in a week's time. Why should they now? Sighing, I reach for my wand. "Accio 'Magical Theory'," I whisper, waving my wand slightly, and the book comes flying towards me, landing on the bed before me. Wearily I draw my hand across my face and eyes, before opening the book and continuing where I was. If I couldn't sleep, I'd spend the time doing something useful, at least.
However, not sleeping takes its toll, and two days later, I find myself nodding off in class. Hurriedly, I bury my nails in my palms, and through pain and concentration actually manage to stay awake. Afterwards, however, is another matter. I manage to get back to my bed, at least, meaning to leave my books before going to lunch. After I've laid my books on the bedside table, I topple over and fall asleep before I even touch the bed.

"I know you want this, Lucius."
"No..." he whispered in denial.
"Yes, you do... Why else would your cock be straining towards me as though it had its own life?" It was true, and he almost wept. "I want to hear you admit that you want me. That you want me to fuck you."
"No..." he moaned yet again. "I don't want to want you. I don't want to need this."
Suddenly he was on his knees, strong hands on his head steering him towards the other. Helpless, he opened his mouth and wrapped it around the seemingly endless shaft. The hands on his head pressed down, driving him forward, forcing him to take so much more down his throat than he ever had before. He couldn't breathe, and panic flared through him. He turned and ran.
Steps chased him down the dark hallway, and he ran for his life, not daring to look back, afraid of what he'd see. He ran and ran, but the steps behind him seemed to come closer and closer with each passing second. The floor was mud, and he sank deeper and deeper as he struggled. The mud-floor held him, and he had to wrench his feet loose for each step. And all the time, the one following him came closer.
He threw himself forward, strained to catch hold of the door that was standing ajar. For an eternity he hung there, poised between control and panic. Then his fingers wrapped around the handle on the door, and he pulled himelf to safety. Almost throwing himself into the room, he flung the door closed behind him and locked it. There. Now no one would get him. He turned his back towards the door and sagged to the floor until he sat down, leaning against the wood behind him.
"I'm so pleased that you came to see me."
His eyes flew open, and caught sight of the enemy standing before him. He screamed.

I wake up abruptly, my mental scream still ringing in my ears. Damn. Even more damn when I shift and the movement makes my pants brush against my rock-hard cock. Fuck.
No. I refuse. I will not go there. Never. All I need is some regular sex. I'm certain that Narcissa would be delighted, but she's too silly. Besides, she would never keep it a secret.
The door opens, and Severus steps inside the room. He's actually rather cute. "Lucius?" he asks. "Are you alright? I never saw you at lunch."
Perfect. "Well, I..." I begin, even managing to sound quite bewildered. He comes closer, frowning slightly. Even more perfect. "Could you help me with something?"
"What is it?" he asks, now standing by my bed. I stand up as well, and lean close to him. Then ant ant a soft kiss on his lips. He falls back in shock, staring at me with wide, rather innocent eyes. "L- Lucius?" he stammers.
"It's alright, Severus," I assure him, and hold out my hand towards him. After a few moments' hesitation, he takes it, and allows me to help him up. "I won't hurt you...unless you want me to."
"Why... why are you doing this?" he whispers, still looking at me.
How could I ever tell him the truth? "Because you are beautiful, and because I need you."
His eyes tremble shut, and he lets out a breath he seems to have held while I spoke. "Merlin..." he breathes. He opens his eyes again and look at me. "What... what are you saying?"
Hmm? That reaction wasn't quite what I had expected. It seemed as though Severus Snape actually had some feelings for me. I smile at him. "I want you, Severus," I tell him simply, and let him figure out the rest.
"And... and I want you, Lucius," he whispers. He watches me carefully, as though he expected me to laugh at him. Why should I? He serves my purpose perfectly. When I do not laugh, he leans in and kisses me. I kiss back, and for a while we stand there, content with letting our tongues war with each other.
Suddenly I withdraw from him. What if anyone else were to come in? He seems hurt, and I quickly explain. We have to be somewhere else, a place no one else know of.
"I know of such a place, Lucius," Severus quickly tells me. "Down in the dungeons. But..."
I cast a glance towards the clock, and finish his sentence, "But now we have to attend class." He nods, pouting slightly. "I'll be down in the dungeons afterwards. You find me there and show me this room you spoke of, OK?" Again he nods, this time smiling. "Good. Let's go."

If I ever feel any trepidation about what I am to do, I do not show it. After all, it's not as though I'm going to give him my virginity. I refuse to let the revulsion at that thought show on my face. That is not for me to give. It was stolen from me. Instead I smile as Severus approach me, and gesture for him to lead the way. He smiles back nervously, and then starts off down the hallway.
After a while, and a couple of turns and bends, he stops in what seems to be the middle of a corridor. Not being prepared, I almost stumble into his back. I look at him questioningly. In reply, he turns towards the wall, and elaborately presses a stone. While still holding his hand against the wall, he murmurs, "Ostium effringit." The wall shimmers, and then reveals an arch, opening up into another room. He flashes a quick smile at me, and then steps through. I quickly follow, and Severus tells the wall, "Occludo." I needn't look at it to know that the opening is gone as though it had never been there.
For a brief moment I wonder how he has found it, but then I shrug the thought off. It doesn't matter. All that matters is that no one will find us. And all that matters is that I will finally be able to put that Potter aside and get on with my life. I look Severus in the eyes and then continue my deception of him by kissing him.
He moans against me, pressing his body as tight as he can to mine. His hands start to fumble with the fastenings to my clothes, and I begin on his. Almost at the same time, we push our cloaks off each other's shoulders. As we let go of each others' lips, I see a feverish glancehis his eyes, and I wonder whether it can be seen in mine.
Severus continues to undress himself, and I follow suit. Before long, we are naked, and I study Severus' body. I don't know what I've expected, but there is something missing with it. The black hair is really nice, actually, as well as the pale skin, almost as pale as mine. Yet there is something... I can't quite put my finger on it, but there is something missing. I shake my doubt away with a casual toss of my head, and decide to be content with what is.
"Come, Lucius," Snape whispers, and pulls lightly in the direction of a rather narrow bed I haven't noticed before. I follow, and let him lay me down. I close my eyes as his lips wander from my neck down to my nipples. As he lingers there, and let his teeth graze against them, I suck in a breath, and feel a thrill of anticipation sweep through me. As he continues on down, with feather-light kisses, I find myself oddly... disappointed. I also feel a bit impatient, but quell that. Letting Severus believe that I'm not only in it for the sex is probably the best course.
"Let me," I hear myself say, as I sit up, and push him as well into a sitting position. He doesn't look too surprised, but nods and smiles. I begin by kissing him lightly, and then copy his movements from before. As his eyes shut and his head falls back, I nod to myself. This feels more right. I guide him into a lying position, and he willingly follows my lead.
Severus doesn't seem to mind as I, too, wander downwards until my head is level with his crotch. Images flashes for a moment before my inner eyes. I swallow, before gently taking his cock into my mouth. In response, his back arches off the bed, and lets off a noise that is not quite a gasp, not quite a wail. I smile and then take him as deep as I can, easing up when I start to run out of air.
"Ahhh... Lucius, please!"
He pleads so prettily. I let go of his cock, and then ask over his desperate keening, "Yes?"
"Please, Lucius. Don't stop!"
I grin wolfishly. Oh yes, I could learn to like this, indeed. I say nothing, however, and hold his hips still with one arm while continuing to go down on him. Slowly, oh so slowly. At first, Severus attempts to thrust up, but as he realizes that it's impossible, he tries to lie still instead. Only a few, muffled noises escape him, and as I look up, I see that it's because he holds his wrist between his teeth, biting down harder now and then.
I rise from him, making him freeze in shock, and go to fetch my wand. Then I first cast a silencing spell on the room, before bringing it and his belt to the bed. I held out the belt to him, seeing his eyes widen for a moment, before my words assuage his fears. "If you have to bite on something, use this instead," I say. "Although I would prefer it if you didn't." I smile seductively at him.
He's already removed his hand from his mouth while I was away from him, and he reaches out with that one to take the belt. I grasp his wrist and kiss the teeth-marks there. Then I let him have the belt. I lay my wand on the floor by the bed, well within reach, and then I return to my not-quite-so-onerous task. Within moments I have Snape writhing beneath me again, moaning.
"Please, Lucius," he pleads once more, and I raise my head to ask him, once again, what it is he wants. "Please... fuck me." He seems to have some trouble with saying that word. The word that, despite the bad memories that are associated with it, makes my cock twitch.
"You'd better come here, then," I grin. "For I assume you'd rather not have me fuck you dry." Girls are so much easier to have sex with. They produce their own lubrication.
I almost laugh as I see Severus scramble up to all fours, his head at my crotch as I stand up on my knees. Then he opens his mouth and takes me in. I close my eyes, and a hand automatically goes up to rest on his head.
He's good. He's damned good, and I can't help but wonder where he's learned that skill. It doesn't take long before I have to push him away or risk coming, and I almost fall to the temptation of coming in his mouth. However, I restrain myself and, in a whisper, order him to turn around. It takes him less than two seconds to reposition himself. He must be quite desperate. I silently spit on my fingers and spread my saliva around his entrance. Then I slowly start to enter him, not quite wanting to put him through what I experienced. Therefore, I'm taken completely by surprise when he presses towards me so that I slide almost as far in as I can. We both gasp, and I have to hold still so that I won't come immediately.
"Please, Lucius," he moans. "Fuck me..."
I shake my head, before realizing he can't see that. "Sorry, Severus. I wouldn't want to come so soon."
At once, he relaxes. "Oh." He laughs a little, nervously. "Sorry."
I rock forward, pressing into him yet another half an inch, making him gasp. "It's alright," I tell him with a feral grin, knowing it can be heard in my voice. I wait another ten or twenty seconds before starting to slowly fuck him. A tinkling sound is heard, and as I look to see what it is, I find that Snape has picked up the belt and is now biting down hard on it. "Does it hurt?" I ask him with a hint of worry in my voice, to which he hurriedly shakes his head, the buckle emphasizing his movements. Not knowing quite why, I grin and say, "Ah, too bad." At this, he stiffens, and I quickly pat his lower back. "Sorry. Just kidding." He relaxes, and to apologize further, I speed up the pace slightly.
Looking at the back of Severus, the thought strikes me that he looks a bit like Potter, and the thought that I'm fucking Potter excites me beyond anything else. Suddenly I'm slamming into 'Potter's' arse, as though I'm attempting to fuck him off the bed. He doesn't seem to complain, though. When I'm close to coming, some remains of sane thinking make me reach around him, grasping his erection. With my help, he comes quickly, bringing me with him over the edge.
Afterwards we lie beside each other. I don't know whether Snape tries to avoid the wet spot or whether he's too exhausted to be bothered, and frankly I don't care. All I care about is that I seem to have chased away the lingering ghost of my Gryffindor rival. "I'm sorry if I hurt you," I lie.
Severus clenches my hand tightly against his chest. "You didn't. I... I like it a bit rough."
I don't know what to think of that, and so my mind wanders. I consider what has been said and thought during the time we've been here. "I'm not your first, am I?" I say. It's not really a question, since I'm certain I know the answer anyway.
If he'd have been standing, he'd have hung his head like a sad puppy. As it is, his uneasiness is barely noticable other than in his voice. "No. I'm sorry, Lucius."
"It's alright. I don't really mind." After all, he's not my first, either, whether it be among sex partners or boys specifically.
"You've... had others, too?"
I take a deep breath. "Yes," I sigh then. "But no more." Never again will I see him. Never. I will never go to that room again of my own, free will.
In response to my promise, he only squeezes my hand again, and then he sighs. "We ought to get back before anyone starts counting and realize only we two are missing." I agree with that, and we slowly start to get up and dressed.

If I had thought that being with Severus would have eased up on the nightmares, I was wrong. That very same night, they return, and I wake up trembling. I sigh, and reach for my wand. "Accio 'Standard book of spells'," I whisper, waiting for the book to arrive. And then I return to my lately pasttime of reading the night away, with the result that I'm less than perky the next morning.
"What's wrong?" Severus asks at breakfast. I sense Crabbe and Goyle gesture at him to leave it alone. I merely shake my head at him, implying I'll tell him later. I owe him at least that, even if he didn't manage to help me. He doesn't look too happy, but keeps silent. And then we have no time to talk, because the room is filled with the daily owls, bringing letters and packages to the school. I don't get anything today, but a small letter is dropped into Severus' lap. He looks at it for a while, before he slowly puts it away into his robe. I raise one eyebrow at him, but say nothing.
After breakfast, he walks with me to the dorm to pick up our books. Crabbe and Goyle are luckily still eating, and so I can speak a bit more freely. "It's nothing," I say, replying to his question earlier. "Just a bad dream. Several of them, in fact."
For a moment, his face shows confusion, but then he seems to grasp what I'm talking about, and nods, his face sombre. "I've had those nights as well." I doubt that, though I do not say it. "But sometimes the only thing you can do to ease the dreams is to find the cause of it."
I strain to hide the shudder of revulsion that sweeps through me. Find the cause. I am not going to seek Potter out. How would that help me, other than with giving me something more to dream about? "What if that's impossible?" I ask him.
He sighs. "Then I don't know." He shrugs. "Either get used to it, or wait until they pass."
I copy his sigh, and then look up at the Slytherin dorm painting. "Salazar," I say, and the painting moves obediently, allowing us in. I personally think it's a bit silly with such an obvious password, but I'm not the one who decided it. As we pass it, I glance at Snape. "Are you going to read that letter?" He hesitates slightly, and I assure him, "I'm not going to try to read it."
He smiles gratefully, but still makes sure that I am otherwise occupied while he opens it. When I next look at him, he has once more put it away, and avoids my eyes. I shrug it away, and only nod at him when I've gathered the books I need for the morning, and we leave.
Later, I discreetly inquire whether we'll be able to meet in the dungeons, but unfortunately, Severus can't. I quickly assure him it doesn't matter, since he looks a bit too downcast, and he smiles slightly. However, not being with Severus guarantees that I won't be able to stay awake, and it's not even dinner before I find myself once more caught in the same, familiar dreamscape.
"Fuck it!" I whine as I sit up in bed, almost on the verge of tears. What am I to do? I can't go to Potter. I hate him! I hate it that he's made this to me! I hate it that... that I need him. And as I realize that, tears do spill from my eyes. I feel like throwing up.
"Damn him," I whisper. No one else is in the room; it's still afternoon outside, and for that I am relieved. There's no one else to see me, no one to guess what I'm going through. What am I to do? The thought repeats itself again and again in my mind. "Fuck it." I'm tired of having these... erotic dreams every night. For that is what they are. What other dreams have you wake up with a hard-on? What can I do? There is only one reply to that question.
Once my decision is made, everything seems easy, and within a minute, I'm on my way.
To be continued? Maybe, with enough feedback to jolt me out of this writer's block I have. ;p
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