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Welcome to the Green mamba's Dungeon	By : Kvarta Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 21075 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction. Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling. This story is purely for entertainment purposes, no money is being made from it.

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A/N: Another kink I usually don't read or write. It's Severus/Lucius time ;)
October 3. - Knifeplay
Lucius frowned and huffed, they were sitting in the cosy salon, Severus was reading and he was drinking his bourbon - or at least he should be drinking his bourbon. The drink didn’t taste right…
He sloshed the liquid in the glass and watched its slow glide down, he sighed again. With the corner of his eyes he watched Severus - his Master - relaxed in a high wingback chair. Common white shirt and smoky grey suit, nothing out of the place, of course, he knew that Severus wore that suit for him because Severus still prefered wizarding robes. And so did he, but--
In that suit Severus looked so - sexy, dominant, in control - those suits were made for men like Severus, slim and slender and sharp.
Better not go there.
This was their evening ritual, they would sit here, mostly reading, sometimes talking. He picked up the papers and skimmed through titles, with a miniscule shake of the head he folded them and placed them neatly on the table between them. He would throw them into the fire but Severus wouldn’t stand for that.
He huffed, there was something beneath his skin that itched badly but he couldn’t scratch it.
Severus raised his head and glanced at him. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
Severus’ head jerked sharply up, and he sighed - he knew better than to give such a terse and unelaborated answer.
“Nothing is wrong, everything is almost perfect, everything goes in accordance with my plans - my family, my work, my life - everything is perfect. And, odd as it may sound that is what is wrong.” he trained his eyes to the ground and waved a dismissive hand. “Please, don’t mind me, I’m just antsy as my son’s wife would say.”
That was the wrong thing to say. He realised the moment words left his mouth.
Severus was fully focused on him now, eyes narrowed, with a slightly dark look on his face and he wondered in how big trouble he was in. For the longest time, Severus was quiet, appraising him with a persistent glare, his insides quivered adding to already existing feeling of uneasiness.
“Strip.” The words were harsh, strict and demanding.
His body obeyed the order even before his brain registered it, there wasn’t much he could take off, just his robes and pants, ankle deep boots and socks. Severus watched him like a hawk.
“In the position.” Severus barked another order and he dropped onto his knees in front of his Master, lacing his fingers on the back of his head and lowering his gaze.
“Eyes up.” Another command.
He directed his eyes to watch Severus standing up, removing his jacket and uncuffing his sleeves. Severus rolled the sleeves almost to his elbows and flexed his wrists.
Lucius shivered, he had no idea in what kind of trouble he was in. Severus was fair but he did not allow talking back or snapping, not in here, so everything was fair game at this point. He made a transgression and now he was going to pay the price.
Severus walked away and his anxiety rose, he could hear clinking and clanking, the opening and closing of drawers.
“Arms behind your back.” another order that he followed. “I will blindfold your eyes…”
Lucius nodded, after so many years there was no need for that kind of questions but Severus never failed to ask. The black silk covered his eyes and he was plunged into total darkness.
Something cold and blunt pressed against his skin. “Stay very still, say the safe word if it gets too much.”
He was afraid to even nod, he knew that feeling - his skin prickled. The dull side of the blade danced over his shoulders.
“Do you consent?”
“Yes,” he whispered, happy more than ever that Severus never demanded to be called Master, or Sir or by any other name than his own.
Time stopped, the sharp edge was near his skin - his heart was drumming, the rush in his head overpowering all other feelings. There was the need, the need to run, to fight, but he forced his body into unnatural stillness.
There was a scraping, a small prickle then nothing, the coldness of the metal on his chest now. Lucius nearly stopped breathing, the sharp edge of the blade was too close to his left nipple. It slid down to his abdomen and up again in a sharp V.
He had the need to draw in air, the lack of it left him somewhat lightheaded, but he forced his mind to control his muscles, his breathing.
Silence, the silence was the worst.
He was so used to threats, to taunts, although nothing bad ever happened while threats were hissed, but if there was silence… Lucius wanted to whimper, but he stayed still.
Severus took one of his arms, holding it firmly - there was something odd in that hold but he had no time to contemplate on what it was.
The edge scraped his arm.
Severus released his arm, pushing him so that his forehead touched the ground. He took a deep breath and released it fast before sharp metal was once more scraping along his butt-cheeks. The sharp tip pricked the cleft, rotating - Lucius swallowed the whimper.
Traitor. He grumbled internally, feeling his cock fill.
The tug on his hair told him that Severus wanted him to straighten, he followed the instruction. With his eyes closed and silent Severus wielding a blade, his other senses were on high alert.
He could tell by the movement of air and noise on the carpet that Severus was moving to stand in front him then to kneel. Cold metal touched his abdomen and his muscles twitched - the metal was gone in an instant.
“Stand. Still.” this was a growl, he nodded, too scared to speak.
One hand gripped his now fully erect cock and he felt metal pressed down his length and a small scared sound escaped him.
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes.” another nod, his voice sounded strange in his ears.
“Then, stand still.”
The dull edge slid to the side and then he felt the sharpness of the blade being dragged over his glans. His balls shrunk and climbed up.
“I’m going to come!” he cried before his cock started to twitch and pulsate, safely sheltered in Severus’ hand.
He sighed with relief, sagging. There was a clang and Severus removed the blindfold and he blinked. Spots danced in front of his eyes, but the first thing he saw after his sight came back into focus were hands - uncovered elegant hands.
Idiot! I’m such an idiot - this wasn’t a punishment!
“Look at me.” Severus softly called him. “How do you feel?”
“Scared.” he allowed Severus to pull him on his chest and into his lap. “But also relaxed, not so tight as I was before.”
“Mhm. Next time come to me before you reach this stage. It is my responsibility to take of you.” Severus whispered in his hair, stroking it.
“Yes, Severus,” he whispered, curling into Severus’ embrace.
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