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Breaking of the Curse ...	By : pittwitch Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 12059 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Three
A Feast by Candlelight

Preoccupied with his task, Lucius glanced sidelong to watch as Bill nibbled at the plump flesh of the shrimp. Lucius was fascinated by Bill's white teeth as they tore into the delicacy. His fang earring bobbled slightly with the motion of his jaw, while Lucius' jaw ached as he worked on his own much more fleshy delight, his own hair blond brushing across his bare back.

Seemingly bored, Snape merely watched as Bill did indeed take small bites, chewing slowly so as to savor each tiny morsel.

Feeling neglected, Lucius groaned around his own mouthful of unusually unresponsive flesh. He redoubled his efforts, using his tongue under the rim of Snape's head in just that way, trying to redirect Snape's attention towards his efforts to please. Jealousy surged through him to his fingertips and he clenched his fists against the sensation. After all, this particular game was his idea, third wheel included.

Lucius scowled at Bill's apparent attempt to tempt Snape into action. But, when Bill licked his lips with the tip of his pink, pierced tongue, after finishing the shrimp, Lucius' jaw dropped. The young man never tore his eyes away from Snape's, leaving his original host in the cold. Lucius could sense Snape's estimation of the young man rise just the tiniest bit when he spied the tongue-bar. Unfortunately, something of much more value to Lucius was not rising to the occasion.

"Severus?" queried Lucius, disappointed concern coloring his voice, as he ducked his head to avoid the tabletop, and sat back on his haunches.

"I know," murmured Snape. Growling, he shifted his chair back and away from Malfoy. "I was not prepared to set a scene for you tonight, Lucius."

Lucius clambered out from underneath the table and stood in front of Snape. He stared at the man whose scowl deepened with the passing of each painful moment before Lucius finally conceded.

"I suppose it was rather presumptuous of me," Lucius admitted with a sniff. Bill remained quiet, staring at first one, then the other.

"Indeed," grumbled Snape as he tucked his spit-sticky cock back into his trousers but didn’t zip up, signaling to Lucius that all hopes for his evening were not lost.

Bill looked between the two older men. Snape reached out and toyed with the fang in Bill's earlobe before dropping his hand to grace Lucius with his full attention. Lucius knew his old friend well enough to read the promise in that simplest of gestures.

"Perhaps you should consider that I might not be able to perform for you all the time, Lucius, and especially not tonight."

"I was being greedy, again," Lucius spoke softly. "Especially after last night." Lucius his hand on Snape's knee. Snape moved his own hand to cover Lucius' . Bill huffed indignantly, giving the impression of a pouting child left out of some game for which he hadn’t yet been taught the rules. Your turn will come, boy. Lucius thought with glee.

"Not greedy, just always the control freak," observed Snape dryly.

"Well, then, perhaps… “ Lucius turned to face Bill with a feral grin, "I should take all the control tonight."

Bill shivered involuntarily at that prospect.

"Yes?" Snape sounded vaguely more interested than his thus far uninterested cock.

"You should sit back, relax, and enjoy the show for a change, old friend." Lucius extended a hand in invitation to Bill to help him up from his knees. "Now, let’s see here." He tapped his lip with his index finger, still holding Bill's hand, and studied the table. Yes! Lucius triumphed in his thoughts. That should be entertaining. He turned his head and flashed a grin at Snape. "You need to be more comfortable," he addressed Snape. "May I?" Lucius held his hand out.

Snape arched an eyebrow at Malfoy, then gracefully retrieved his wand, holding it up on his palm for Malfoy, handle first.

With a quick twist, flick, and flourish, the very chair in which Snape was sitting transformed into a lush, well-padded settee with many cushions to support his back, head and shoulders. Lucius smiled in triumph as his dour friend sneered, yet sunk backwards into the comfort gifted to him. The tension in his shoulders seemed to disappear as he took a deep, calming breath.

"Now, for our young guest …” Lucius studied Bill closely, then the highly polished wood of his dining table. His wicked thoughts: rampant discordant images of advanced playtime crashed into each other in Lucius' mind’s eye. His fingers itched to play with the silverware and Bill's body, especially that beckoning orifice. With a tiny shake to clear his head, Lucius' calmer senses took control and he dropped Bill's hand to begin shifting the plates and candelabra. Once satisfied that he had made enough room, he addressed his baffled counterpart. "On the table, boy, on your back."

Bill swallowed hard but complied. He had to spread his feet on either side of the table service to avoid dumping the place setting to the floor. The fine silverware and bone china seemed much too elegant between his bare feet which were so inappropriately propped on the table. Bill clenched his toes before sucking in a deep breath and visibly relaxing against the unyielding wood.

Lucius surreptitiously checked for Snape's approval before beginning to set the table properly. Snape nodded, holding out his hand, motioning towards his abandoned wine.

"Yes, really, Severus, Merlot with shellfish?" Lucius bravely chided.

"I was not eating the shellfish, Lucius," Snape answered.

"Touche," he answered, handing over the goblet. "Now, pet, bend your knees like a good toy," he instructed as he turned his attention to Bill. Suppressing his own pleased moan at the sight of the sumptuous feast now served on the table, Lucius pushed Bill's knees until he was properly spread and displaying his wares to Snape: his balls straining at their separation, cheeks clenching in apprehension, and swollen shaft bulging through the crossing of the leather bindings holding it in place. The leather thongs creased Bill's white skin in enchanting counterpoint. Lucius paused to trace the edge of the one which was digging into Bill's buttocks. Amused, Lucius smiled at the involuntary clenching of muscle under his fingers.

Moving to the side of the table, Lucius left the unobstructed view for Snape to enjoy while he retrieved a sputtering candle from the candelabrum. Lucius heard Bill's breath hitch, knowing that the young man was fighting to control his breathing just as he, himself, had done so many times when he had been the entree. Lucius toyed with the candle, rolling his wrist until the puddling wax tipped just one drop of its molten self to fall through the air and land on his own wrist.

Lucius drew a hissing breath between his clenched teeth then smiled. Holding the candle over Bill's stomach, Malfoy again tipped the candle until just one drop of the wax oozed from the tip and plummeted through the air, splashing into Bill's belly button.

Weasley jumped slightly. So did Lucius' cock. He watched Bill's clenched knuckles, which had been gleaming white as they clutched at the edges of the table in anticipation, relax, a bit of pink returning to the skin; there was his cue to continue.

"Delicious, Lucius," Snape praised, then and toasted him as he surveyed the banquet spread before him on the dark mahogany table. "I think, perhaps, you need to account for the ambient air temperature, pet."

"Yes, I do believe I need to adjust." He lowered his hand just an inch before tipping the candle once more. Bill's eyes were fixed completely on Lucius' hand. Perfection, Lucius thought. Already ignoring all distractions.

The wax once again oozed from the flaming top of the candle until only one drop spilled onto its long-lost brother. Once more, Bill's well-defined abdominal muscles clenched against the anticipated burn of the wax but quickly relaxed. After all, the wax wasn’t that hot, yet.

Lucius lowered his hand once more, but stared straight into Bill's eyes, gauging his preparedness. Slowly, ever so slowly, he turned his wrist, tipping the candle once more, yet this time, instead of a single, tolerable drop, he spilled all of the molten contents of the taper onto Bill's stomach, earning a hiss, pained flinch from Bill. Lucius smirked, then settled the non-lit end of the candle into the not-yet hardened wax, holding it upright as Bill's eyes widened. Patiently, Lucius waited for the wax to set, holding the candle between two fingers.

"He performed exceptionally well, Lucius. Praise him." Snape instructed from his repose.

"Well done, boy," Lucius followed his directions, adding a caress against Bill's red flesh with his thumb.

"Thank him, boy," Snape continued to teach.

"Thank you, sir," Bill answered hoarsely.

Satisfied with the both the wax’s strength and Bill's appropriate response, Lucius released the candle. It tipped dangerously to one side, leaning enough to pour its contents onto Bill, who yelped while Snape sniggered. Lucius caught the candle before it fell completely.

"Yet something else you make seem effortless, Severus," complained Lucius.

"There is much preparation that goes into our playtime, pet." Snape graced him with a grin. "I do charm the candles to stay upright to protect your fragile pure-blood skin."

Lucius snorted in consternation and sneered. "Silly wand waving? From you?"

Snape rose to his feet and reclaimed his wand. Murmuring, he charmed the blunted end of the candle and settled it into the cavity of Bill's belly-button. He peered down his nose at Bill and demanded to know, "No need to tell you to try to lie still, is there?"

Bill barely moved as he shook his head.

Lucius merely selected another candle while calmly instructing Bill, "Turn your hand over, palm up."

Snape snorted in his amusement. "Such a test for his first, pet." He returned to his lounging position, resisting the temptation of torturing the bound balls, swollen and inviting. Lucius knew exactly where his Master’s eyes had traveled and almost wished the other man had given in to the temptation simply so he could watch the pain bloom in Bill's eyes as Snape tormented those beautifully bound sacs. I did well with those straps, even if I do have to say so myself.

"I thought it would amuse you," replied Lucius as he gently cupped Bill's fingers around the base of the candle. As Lucius selected yet another candle, he turned to point to his lips, only for Snape to see, clearly seeking approval.

"Not for a first, Pet. I"d like to see those lips, unblemished, put to work around something else later."

"Yes, sir," Lucius acquiesced happily while gracefully gliding around the table to place the last candle in Bill's left hand.

Snape's eyes burned as they followed his progress, Lucius cognizant of his Master’s pleasure in the sight of his own body, enjoying the play of muscles as he moved around his own formal dining room, setting a scene merely to amuse both of them. Pausing next to Bill's hip, Lucius watched as Snape studied Bill's nearly naked form spread out as a feast: his straining sacs, the criss-crossed leather binding the shaft, the clenching muscles of his ass, and his unprotected anus. Bill's calf muscles twitched as more hot wax spilled over the top of the candle wedged in place on his belly.

"Are you hungry, sir?" Lucius inquired politely, with his head bowed and hands folded, awaiting Snape's command.

"A bit, pet," Snape replied softly. "Something light, perhaps?"

"I shall return shortly." Lucius bowed to Snape and strode out of the room, a small concession to Bill, as he did not want to summon an elf and startle his newest plaything too greatly. He paused outside the door, listening intently.

"Comfortable, boy?" Snape asked.

"May I speak?" Bill asked as a reply.

"You may always speak when asked a direct question, boy," instructed the Master.

"No," Bill answered softly then.

"Good."

Yes, quite good. Lucius agreed, turning towards his kitchen.
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