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End of Obsession	By : Juwel Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 50501 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 9
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter fandom. The characters in this fiction are the property of J.K. Rowling. No money is being made from this and no trademark infringement is intended. This is purely for your reading pleasure.

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Author's Note: No, this is not one of those "slave" fics--not in the sense of Evil!Snape taking poor Harry hostage or anything like that. This story will deal instead with consensual bdsm.

Also, Severus/Lucius fans should enjoy this chapter. :D

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Severus had been to the Manor enough times to know that there was a convenient back entrance from the gardens, something that had been in frequent use when the Dark Lord had been residing there. He appeared there with trunks behind him, hesitating before the door, wondering if this was really a good idea. In the Daily Prophet just yesterday there had been a story about the fury about whether to close Azkaban as the Dementors had scattered and were difficult to find, whether it was a humane way to treat criminals--or if the former Death Eaters should simply be beheaded. It was still a dangerous time to come out of hiding, it seemed.

He raised his hand to knock, but then the door was opening, and Lucius was there, with a satisfied smirk that Severus just longed to rip off his face. He was dressed well today, Severus noted, his platinum hair combed sleek, wearing a soft blue silk shirt that matched his eyes. "Well what a surprise," he said, and his voice was just as silken as his clothing. Severus sneered. It was the only defence he could think to put up.

"Just let me know if I should bring in my bags or Apparate quickly away," Snape said, trying to sound bored. He knew he could pull it off, even if inside he was trembling. It had always been so, with the Dark Lord as well. At least Lucius wasn't likely to set a giant snake on him.

Lucius chuckled, sounding chuffed with himself, which he probably was. "Come right on in. I have a bedroom available--and no, not that one," he said, and here his voice trembled a bit. The Dark Lord's. Severus wondered if anyone would ever dare to step foot into that space again, considering what had commonly taken place there. He repressed a shudder.

As Severus stepped inside, he caught a brief glimpse of Draco before he disappeared up the stairs, shoulders hunched as if trying not to be seen. Severus gave Lucius a sharp look. "I trust your wife and son . . ."

"Will keep your confidence just as well as I will," Lucius smoothly finished for him, nodding as he closed the door. "Besides, I am hoping that you may be able to talk a little sense into my son. He doesn't seem to see the need for returning to school to finish his N.E.W.T.'s."

Lucius rapped his cane against the stone floor, his cane sported a new silver snake. Apparently he had replaced his wand, Severus thought. "Draco! Come down here and speak with us."

As Draco descended the stairs and approached them, Severus noted that the boy kept his head down, his shoulders hunched as if trying to shrink in upon himself. Certainly this was a great change from the overconfident, brash young boy Severus had first met when Draco began his studies at Hogwarts. At the very least, however, he seemed not to be turning into his father. Severus wondered what was worse. "Draco," he said in acknowledgement, nodding politely.

Draco left his eyes lowered, shuffling his feet. "Hello, Professor." Apparently Lucius had told him about Snape's situation, for he did not seem surprised to find Snape alive.

Draco glanced surreptitiously at his father. "I'm not going. He's going to be there." It was perfectly plain who was referring to, Severus mused. Apparently neither of them wanted to be near Harry.

"My son is not going to end up as some worthless quill pusher because he did not complete his N.E.W.T.s," Lucius hissed, lashing out and striking Draco's foot with the bottom of his cane.

Draco winced, but stood still, hands clenching and unclenching. Slowly, Draco looked up, into Severus's eyes. It sent an interesting sensation through him. "Would you--could you perhaps give me private instruction at home?" Draco looked to his father. "I could take only the test, as needed." Looking down, he scowled. "It isn't as if I missed the entire school year."

"True," Lucius conceded, looking at Severus calculatingly. Severus wondered if there was a plot the two of them had concocted together. Perhaps Draco took after his father after all.

"Perhaps," Severus merely said. He wasn't ready to take any Unbreakable Vows this time, even if he did have an interest in Draco's talents. Even if he didn't in fact think Draco could be salvaged as a person.

"Hmm," Lucius mused, rubbing his chin. "It's not a horrible idea." He raised an eyebrow at Snape. "Perhaps?"

Severus sighed. At least it was only one sniveling brat. One he hated to admit, he had a shred of affinity for, the poor wretch. No boy should have to witness the kinds of horrors Draco had, during the Dark Lord's power. "I suppose I could at least brush him up on his skills. Prepare him for the test."

Lucius looked thoughful, and Snape wondered what he could read from Snape's expressions, his words. In ways, Lucius was more perceptive than Voldemort had been. "Considering that the caliber of teachers at Hogwarts continues to fall . . . I'll support this. For now." He gave Snape a look that was calculating and amused, and Snape knew he would need to be on his guard. Lucius was plotting, and that was never a good sign.

For his part, Draco, nodded, and licked his lips. “May I go now?”

Lucius merely nodded, his eyes still on Snape. “Let me show you to your room now.” He waved his wand at Snape’s trunks, sending them up the stairs, and began leading Snape once more.

Severus had a feeling there was more Draco had wanted to say, more that he needed to ask the young man, but he followed nonetheless, promising himself to question the boy later. The guest room was on the second floor, not a room that seemed to have held any infamous guests, thankfully. Lucius waved the trunks into the large wardrobe, undoubtedly for Snape to organize later, looking bored. “So this shall be your room. Narcissa generally sleeps alone on the fourth floor in the master chamber, while I generally prefer my study on the third floor. Draco’s room is also on the third floor. There is a small library just down the hall from you, as well as the water closet and a bathroom just across—here,” he said, leading Snape to a room that was larger than it really needed to be, with a bathtub that looked like it could hold three people. Severus couldn’t help but take a closer look, all too aware that he could use a bath; his hair felt greasier than ever. He probably also stank.

As Severus entered the room, however, Lucius quickly closed the door. At once Severus had his wand at the ready, feeling tension filling him, any thoughts of simple comfort vanishing. Lucius raised empty hands, smiling. “Put your wand down, Snape. I don’t want to hurt you.” He stepped closer, ignoring the fact that Severus refused to lower his wand. “I have a little . . . request . . . of you.”

A shock went through Severus as he felt Lucius’s hand at his robes, parting them, finding the button of his trousers. Severus knew he should put an immediate stop to things, shove Lucius away. Yet he found himself strangely immobile, and not for any magic. As the zipper slid down and Lucius’s hand closed around him, rapidly bringing him to life, Severus gave an involuntary groan. “What are you . . .”

Lucius whispered against his ear. “You have to understand. It’s not that I particularly desire this, but . . .” he rubbed his thumb over the head. Severus shuddered. “I have certain needs, these days. Needs, that, unfortunately, my wife cannot meet. Needs that . . .” his lips brushed at the pulse on Severus’s neck. Severus closed his eyes. “That I know you can help with. Because you saw.” He squeezed hard around Severus’s cock. Severus sucked in a breath, feeling his body immediately responding.

“Saw . . .” Severus said, struggling to think, struggling to even breathe. Too long, and Lucius was too good, using his hand, lightly scratching with his nails now. All that time with Voldemort, and he hadn’t been hard once. But then Voldemort had never actually touched him. Not like this.

“What he was doing to me. What he was training me to be.” Lucius hissed, giving a firm pull on Severus’s length. Lucius lowered himself to his knees, looking up at Severus. Severus could see the need in his blue eyes, the desperation. “Be rough. Call me whatever you like. Hurt me.” He pulled down Severus’s trousers, parting his robes further. “All I ask is that you use me.” With that, Lucius’s mouth closed over Severus’s cock, sucking him in.

Severus bared his teeth, his body filled with sensations never experienced before. He pocketed his wand and grabbed a fistful of platinum hair before he was even aware of doing it, gripping hard, pulling even as Lucius deep throated him. Lucius groaned, and the feel of that was indescribable. Severus snarled and pulled harder, gripping with both hands until Lucius came off him with a pop, breathing a little hard, hands clenched at his sides. He gave Severus a desperate look, but Severus would have none of that.

“Rough, you say,” Severus said in a low voice, taking one hand from Lucius’s hair and dragging his thumb along the man’s lower lip. He felt better, more in control again. But only slightly. He slapped Lucius, hard. Lucius smiled.

“Very well, then,” Severus said, and grabbed two fistfuls of hair, leading Lucius back to his cock, knowing that this was madness, but also that he couldn’t stop himself right now if he wanted to. As Lucius’s mouth closed over him again, Severus thrust forward with his hips, and was gratified to hear Lucius choke a bit. He’d give him rough, all right.

From there, it just seemed so natural. Severus let his body, his instincts take over, hands firmly guiding Lucius in how shallow or deep he wanted him, hips accentuating things, doing exactly as Lucius had begged, using him. He watched as Lucius reached down to free his own cock, stroking it, and had half a mind to order him to stop, to not let him find his own satisfaction. However, satisfying Lucius’s ‘need’ was what this was about, and if he didn’t let him come now, Lucius would be back begging for more. It was with a strange fascination that Severus watched the former Death Eater stroking himself off, eyes closed, looking completely comfortable with the fact he had Severus’s cock shoved down his throat. Merlin’s beard, he could imagine what Harry would look like in a similar position . . .

The sensations continued to build, electric fire racing along Severus’s nerves. He felt alive in a way he couldn’t remember feeling for ten, twenty, even thirty years. Nights spent dreaming—there was no way his hand could match this. Lucius’s cheeks hollowed as he sucked even harder, and Severus thought he would pass out.

Finally, he just couldn’t hold out any longer. With a hiss, Severus thrust in deep, muscles clenching tight as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over him, seed spurting down Lucius’s throat. He felt more than heard Lucius’s answering groan, and the jerking movements of Lucius finishing himself off, shuddering as he came in his hand. Severus let go of Lucius’s head and fell back to lean against the vanity, breathing hard. He wasn’t sure if it was pathetic or prodigious that he had just experienced the most intense sexual event in his life.

Without a word, Lucius tucked Severus’s member, still hard, back into his trousers, fastening them, and then cleaning himself up and making himself presentable while Severus tried to unscramble his brain and force his limbs to support him once again.

Lucius combed back his hair with his fingers, smoothing it so that it didn’t appear that he had just been face-fucked. He leaned towards the mirror, licking a finger to force an errant strand in place. Severus looked at his own reflection in the mirror. He looked flushed, perhaps a bit flustered. But happily, he still mostly looked like his stoic self. So why was he still quivering inside?

As Lucius opened the door, he finally spoke. “Dinner is at seven thirty. And yes, I do recommend you take a shower. Magic only goes so far in masking the smell of sex.” He smirked. “I knew you’d be a natural at dominating.” He stepped out into the hall.

No wonder he wanted me to stay here, Severus thought, wondering what he’d gotten himself into. Inside him, a long sleeping beast had woken up.

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