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Darkshines	By : anewname Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 4601 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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“You speak of my love like

you have experienced

love like mine before.

but this is not allowed.

you’re uninvited,

an unfortunate slight.”

Alanis Morrisette, “Uninvited”

i

Things were as haunting and serene as ever at Malfoy Manor. Severus stood outside of the front door, hesitant to knock but well aware he had no choice. Whatever had to be done had to be done. He couldn’t risk not trying thus guaranteeing Remus would . . . what would Remus do? Would he be angry? Severus sighed. Remus would be furious, and a furious Remus Lupin was most unpleasant, potentially violent within a few days of the moon. No, he would, indeed meet up with Lucius immediately and do absolutely anything he was told.

He was honest with himself, though; at this point in Lucius’s life, he was unlikely to ask Severus to do anything he didn’t want to do. He hoped that at this point in his own life, he could comply with Lucius’s demands without consequence.

He rang the bell and stood patiently, hoping Lucius was out. He knew that wouldn’t be the case and reminded himself that he’d just have to come back if it were. No, better to end this sooner.

After a few moments, the door opened. “Master’s been expecting you,” the Elf said as he pulled the door open wider. Severus stepped in and looked over the foyer. Things were very much the same as they had always been. It was rather comfortable in an odd way. At one point in his distant past, Malfoy Manor had become something of a home to Severus, a place where he could go to be wanted. Or used, as the case often was, but that was, at least, something. He had no need of that now. He was very much wanted where he was in his current life. Naturally, this was no guarantee that he’d behave as an adult. Rather, he suspected that acceptance might be the very thing that triggered exceptionally bad decisions.

The Elf led Severus down the hall to Lucius’s study. Severus could recall the many, many nights he spent with Lucius all over that study. All over the Manor, for that matter. Little flickers of reality danced around his consciousness, reminding him there was someone at home, but he disregarded those and continued down the hall, his heart fluttering with nervousness. “Master’s in there,” the Elf said, pointing to the door of the study. Severus nodded to him and entered.

Lucius was sitting beside the fire, a snifter of brandy in his hand and another on a table beside the chair near him. “Severus,” he said quietly, smiling gently. He stood and walked over, taking Severus’s arm gently to pull him inside. He closed the door. “It’s wonderful to see you. Please, have a seat,” he said, gesturing to the aforementioned chair. Severus complied and sipped a bit of the brandy. “Though I was expecting you, I admit, I wasn’t completely certain you’d come.” Sitting down in his chair, Lucius fashioned a wicked smile. “But you always come for me, don’t you, Severus?”

Severus stared at Lucius for a moment before draining his glass. Lucius chuckled and Severus summoned the bottle. He poured liberally. “Why am I here?”

Lucius’s eyebrows raised. “A question you can answer yourself, surely?”

“A question that has no reasonable answer,” Severus replied.

“Then what is your unreasonable answer?” Lucius inquired simply.

Severus sighed and looked down at the brown liquid in his glass. He swirled it around, thinking about how to answer. He wanted no more to confess to himself what he was doing there than he did to confess it to Lucius. Or anyone else, for that matter. “I won’t answer questions with obvious answers, Lucius.”

Lucius smiled. “What might it be that’s going on between you and Potter?”

Severus chuckled. “You’re pretending you didn’t hear any of our conversation had last night? You asked me here because I know that you know.”

“And you came because . . ..”

“I know that you’d tell Remus. I know I don’t want that.” He sipped his brandy and tried to remain calm as Lucius sized him up.

“I’m leaning toward sparing your relationship with Lupin. It’s true; I have considered options other than just destroying you.”

“What growth you’ve had,” Severus replied snidely as he drank. The nervousness that began earlier was beginning to irritate him.

“You jest. It is my belief that you know that is considerable growth.” He spoke the truth. Lucius was once destructive simply to be destructive. With relationships, at any rate. One wondered how Lucius could confess to such a fault, but Severus knew him all-too-well. Lucius felt genuine pride over his sadistic, Machiavellian tendencies. Those were exhibited for the world to see. Any who failed to look were forced to look. Very few failed to look. “Anyway, I think you might be happy, Severus, a state in which I haven't seen you since before our Dark Lord's first fall.”

“Your Dark Lord,” Severus corrected. “And that wasn't happiness, it was pride.”

“So you're proud of what you and Potter are doing?”

“You . . ..” Severus sighed. “You are every bit what I remember.”

“And you are avoiding the question.”

“Lucius, you know me well. Better than anyone ever has. Perhaps better than anyone ever will. You can answer these questions for yourself.”

“Or we can continue to practice for the inevitable explanation and justification of your actions to your wolf.” Lucius smiled. “Neither of us is naïve enough to believe you can hide Potter's stink from that dog for terribly long.”

He despised that Lucius was correct; it was only a matter of time before Remus found out. “I'd rather remain unrehearsed for that confrontation. My apology must sound sincere,” Severus explained dryly.

Lucius chuckled. “Oh, Severus,” he sighed before sipping his drink. Severus stared at the fire, ignoring Lucius's eyes boring into the side of his head. “Look at me, Severus,” he whispered.

Severus remained silent, refusing to allow himself to be carried along to the inescapable, inevitable, undeniable ending that was sure to complicate his world beyond reason. He cursed himself for permitting what happened between himself and Harry. It wasn't as though he hadn't thought about Remus. That, he supposed, was the heartbreak. He drained his glass and sat it down on the table beside him. Steeled to defend himself against the intense seduction for which Lucius was famous, Severus looked over at Lucius, their eyes meeting.

Lucius smiled, his eyes sincere, before he spoke. “I've missed you. I've missed your touch.”

Severus licked his lips. “And I yours,” he thought as he stared at the tip of one of Lucius's long nails. His hands were large and delicate, just as remembered. He shivered . . . did those nails just run down his spine?

“I need you, Snakelet.”

“Don't call me that,” Severus warned, looking away weakly.

Lucius chuckled and stood. “Severus,” he hissed.

“Intoxicating,” Severus thought.

“Why are you shagging Potter?” Lucius asked.

Severus, giving up, replied. “I'm so alone without him. Remus works . . . he's away so much. He has no need of work – we have money. I am in need of companionship.”

Lucius crouched down in front of Severus. “You looked to Potter before me?”

Severus shook his head. “I went looking for nothing. Just as I came here tonight looking for nothing.”

“And here we are,” Lucius purred. He stood back up and took Severus's hand. Severus obediently followed, caught up in Lucius's intoxicating aroma and the same electricity that flowed through him every time he ever touched Lucius . . . from his hand to his heart, from his heart to his cock. Lucius put his arms around Severus, then tucked Severus's hair behind his ears. “I've always loved your face. Such character. Such passion in your eyes. Reflects what's inside. I remember the first time I saw you. You were but a child with so much promise. And as I watched you come into your own . . . the way you rose up so quickly for the Dark Lord. How cunning you are, Severus.” Lucius took Severus's head in his hands gently. “Tell me,” Lucius whispered, “How did this thing star between you and Potter?”

Severus felt the truth rushing quickly to his lips, his heart sinking. “You know how. The same reason I keep to myself.” Lucius's eyebrows raised, encouraging Severus to continue. It didn't seem to matter to Lucius that he knew. He seemed to need to hear it, and Severus knew exactly where he was going with this. He sighed and carried on. “Because I can fall in love with anyone. And I spent too much time with Potter.”

A wave of nausea hit him as he tried to tune out Lucius's voice with no success. “And you spent that time with him knowing you might fall in love.”

The question recalled the moment between him and Potter at St. Mungo's after the war. Their eyes met across the room. In an instant, Severus found multiple reasons to pretend it had never happened, to cling to whatever contempt he'd felt for the very name 'Potter,' and comfortably live out his life alone in his home brewing potions to perfection. The plan was flawless until it hit a glitch: Remus. So much for solitude.

“I deluded myself into thinking it was a favor to Remus. He was the one who proposed this,” Severus added, unjustifiably blaming. Remus had suggested he befriend Harry. “That isn't exactly true.”

“So I suspected.”

Severus frowned. “He held me as I died. Then he fought for me, despite a rather cruel history. Anyone else would've left me for dead. And then he wanted to be my friend.” He pursed his lips and shrugged, shaking his head. “I was in danger of falling for him, anyway.”

Lucius smiled. “It's really very sweet, in a way. Perhaps not worth it for the degree to which I'm about to complicate matters for you.”

“Well, It would be untrue to say I expected anything else after being locked away with you for a few hours.”

“Then you're prepared for me to ask if you've fallen out of love with me yet.”

Severus's heart raced. “Yes.”

Lucius grinned. “Yes, you've fallen out of love?”

Severus looked up at Lucius's face. The soft lips, the pale skin, the captivating eyes. Lucius's expression of love may have often manifested as torture, but love he did. Severus had always been his favorite. “I came prepared.” He licked his lips. “You know how I feel about you.”

Lucius leaned in. His tongue traced a line across Severus's bottom lip, then he whispered, “I love you, too, Severus.”

Something in those words wiped Severus's brain of any and all rational thought. Forced to act on his basest instincts, he grabbed hold of Lucius's shirt and ripped it open, then began working on his belt. Lucius grinned as Severus snatched it out of the loops. “This is what I remember,” he moaned. “This is my Severus.”

Severus put his hand behind Lucius's head and pulled it toward him, their teeth crashing together as their mouths met roughly. Devouring Lucius's mouth, Severus wallowed in a reverie, The last time they were together –. They were afraid and they were desperate and they lost themselves in inviting mouths, quivering members and pleading eyes.

Lucius began undressing Severus, breaking apart their kiss, biting Severus's lip. “Merlin, Severus, the taste of you.”

Severus smiled, realizing everything about Lucius was, delightfully, the same. “Your smell. The way you feel in my arms,” Severus whispered, apropos of nothing, as Lucius removed the last of his clothing. “Will your fist feel the same around my cock, your cock, the same inside of me?” Lucius frotted against Severus, taking hold of his head tightly and assaulting his mouth. Severus responded with bucking hips, then slid his hand down Lucius's chest, stomach, and pelvis to their cocks. He took them in his hand. Lucius moaned into the kiss and backed away from Severus. They looked one another up and down as Severus took his cock in hand and began to wank. Lucius took one of his nipples between the tips of his fingers.

“We're alone. All night,” Lucius moaned. All night was an unlikely proposition, though Remus wasn't due home until after 7. Lucius walked back toward Severus. “Narcissa is with Draco.”

Severus's heart fluttered jealously at the sound of her name. It always did when he spoke it. He reached out and snatched Lucius toward him, throwing him against the wall. Lucius laughed and Severus stifled it immediately, kissing him deeply. Their teeth gnashed together as they bit lips and sucked tongues and tickled roofs of mouths.

Lucius grabbed a handful of Severus's hair and snatched his head back, teeth sinking into the flesh on Severus's throat, sucking and licking. Severus grabbed a handful of the flesh on Lucius's back, nails digging deep into his skin, blood certainly drawn. Had Lucius yet drawn blood? It was only a matter of time.

Lucius's mouth disconnected from Severus's neck with a pop. “Mm, you are inviting a very interesting evening,” he purred, his grip on Severus's hair tightening. “Is there a little too much happiness in your life right now?” Severus bit his lip as Lucius snatched his head back again. “Tell me. Are you only here because you want to be punished?”

If only that were true. “I'm here for you,” he answered honestly. “But I'd be making an error in judgment to think myself undeserving of punishment. It would be quite the disappointment to miss out, as well.”

Lucius chuckled and pushed Severus away from him violently. “I think we're both in need of a behavior adjustment.”

A fire ignited in Severus's chest as he realized what they were about to do. They each summoned their wands and Severus followed Lucius to a bedroom. They climbed in together and sat across from one another. Severus wrapped his legs around Lucius's waist, his arms around his body. Lucius pulled Severus's cheeks apart, lined his cock up with Severus's pucker and forced himself inside, a cry of exquisite agony emanating from deep within Severus. His legs clamped tighter around Lucius, whose wand Severus could feel digging into his back. He readied his own, grinding his hips into Lucius.

“Crucio,” Lucius whispered in Severus's ear. Severus cringed as he moaned, pushing his own wand into Lucius and whispering it back. Lucius's body tensed up against his own, a painful groan beside his ear.

They held each other tighter, digging nails into skin as they continued playing with an Unforgivable. Severus moaned as he recalled how effortlessly he got away with his actions, how effortlessly he was forgiven for participating in the unforgivable. And here he was, his face buried in the nook of Lucius's neck, licking, savoring the salty flesh. Pain seared through his body but was barely noticeable over Lucius's cock massaging Severus's prostate, catapulting him into a previously unknown dimension of “pleasured.”

Biting, scratching, licking . . . Severus had forgotten how beautiful it was to be loved so brutally. He realized he ought to have been nauseated. 'Not now,” he warned himself, tightening his legs around Lucius as the curse was again delivered in a whisper.

Lucius was moaning Severus's name before turning it into an agonizing moan as he delivered the curse in return.

With that moan, Severus reached his peak. “Mm, I'm coming, Lucius,” he panted.

“Crucio!” Lucius shouted sternly as Severus's cock erupted between them.

Moaning and writhing, Severus could tell Lucius was getting close. He delivered a final, agonizing Cruciatus, Lucius biting into the skin on Severus's shoulders as he emptied himself.

Severus slid back off of Lucius's cock and fell back onto the bed, exhausted, every inch of his body in pain – exquisite, consoling pain.

ii

The fire roared in the fireplace in the den where Severus was relaxed on the couch, lost in a book and gently scratching Remus's scalp, Remus leaning against the sofa lost in a book of his own. Sunday afternoons were Remus's favorite. It was the most concentrated time he got to spend with Severus all week and, typically, they were left alone. This made Ginny's spontaneous arrival late that evening a little more surprising than it was on its own.

“Why aren't you in Salem?” Remus asked with some concern after Ginny knocked on the door frame and looked at them both sadly.

She licked her lips and frowned, disappointed, it seemed. “Can we talk?” she asked.

Remus turned to Severus, who was already closing his book. “I'll be in my lab,” he announced as he retreated slowly, quietly, a nod to Ginny as he passed her.

Remus stood and smiled at her softly. “Come. Sit,” he instructed, gesturing to the sofa, taking a seat himself. He noticed her red eyes and cheeks, stained with tears. He slid closer to her and put his arm around her, pulling her close as she began sobbing. “Aw, Ginny . . .,” he sighed as he petted her back. “Shhh,” he whispered, rocking her gently. She was lost in her sobs, unable to collect herself.

Gradually, her sobs subsided. Remus handed her a tissue from the table beside him. “Here you are, love.” He smiled sadly as he watched her dry her eyes. “Do you want to talk about what’s wrong?” he asked quietly.

She shook her head but went on to speak anyway. “I came home Friday afternoon to spend the weekend with Harry. He didn’t come home until Saturday morning late.”

Remus looked at her curiously. “Where was he?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know, really. Wherever he was, it was with some bloke.”

“Some bloke?” Remus asked, confused.

“Some bloke,” she confirmed. “He’s found someone else.”

Remus hugged her closer. “Are you sure about this?”

“He told me,” she snapped back.

Remus nodded patiently. “Any idea how serious things are?”

“He barely bothered to try to change my mind when I threw him out. If you need him, by the way, he’ll be at Grimmauld.”

“Wow,” Remus whispered. “This is unlike him.”

“I would’ve thought the same thing if someone had told me. If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes. If he hadn’t admitted it to me,” she completed sadly. Her eyes were cast on the ground.

“Do you want a drink?” Remus asked her.

She shook her head. “I want an explanation,” she answered.

Remus sighed. “I’m afraid I haven’t one of those. I doubt Harry has, either. But I do know he loves you . . ..”

“He’s a bloody interesting way of showing that,” she interrupted. Ginny sighed, shaking her head. Remus wasn’t sure exactly how to handle the situation. He’d never before had someone lean on him in such a situation, nor had he himself had to endure one. He was grateful of the latter. It seemed doubtful, indeed, that he could handle that well. “Part of me is angry over the fact that I’ve been asked out so many times at work. And I’ve done so well denying myself the things I’ve very obviously wanted and . . . needed, I suppose.”

“Have you any idea how long this has been going on?”

She shook her head. “You see him more often than I do.”

“Indeed, I do,” Remus acknowledged. “A lot more of him than usual, actually. I can’t imagine when he’s finding the time, now that I think about it.”

“Evidently time isn’t that difficult for him to come by. Wasn’t exactly the case when I was working at Hogwarts.”

Remus looked at her curiously. “You two . . . everything seemed fine then.”

“Yes, well, it wasn’t entirely. Harry became very sensitive in a number of ways after the war. That is to be expected, of course, but it became such that he was drugged most of the time he wasn’t working. That isn’t something I can blame him for; we’ve all had our emotional hardships. But Harry . . . he liked to be numb. And based on the amount of marijuana I found in his closet, he’s been quite numb lately. Numb enough to make horrific choices.” She looked up at Remus. “We have children. How could he?”

Remus frowned. “He loves you, Ginny. What he did was thoughtless, but it wasn’t malicious.” Ginny nodded, unconvinced. “And you don't know who it is?”

She shook her head. “Does it matter?”

“I suppose you’re right,” Remus conceded.

“Someone from work, probably. He’s such a homebody these days. I can’t imagine where else he would’ve picked someone up.”

Remus searched his memory for any signs that Harry was up to anything but could think of nothing. He wondered if Severus noticed anything, He was exceedingly observant and also inclined to keep to himself. Remus made a mental note to ask him.

“Nor can I. Have you thought about what to tell the children?”

“Almost nothing but,” she answered quickly. “I'm going to allow them to remain ignorant until we have a chance to cool off and really discuss things.”

Remus was surprised. “You're considering staying with him?” The seemed unlike Ginny.

“Merlin, no!” she relied. “I can't be with someone who cheats. Apparently, that is who he is. I just want to have a level head when I talk to them. I don't want to say anything in anger that I don't mean. Harry si their father.”

Remus nodded. “Of course. That's sensible.”

They talked for hours, Ginny desperate for any understanding. As he suspected, Remus was unable to provide anything useful. He did offer her a place to spend the night away from the cold memory of a shared bed. She retired to bed deciding she would leave in time for classes the following morning.

“Harry's been having an affair,” Remus told Severus as he joined him in their bedroom.

Severus didn't look up from his book, his response as flippant as Remus suspected it would be. “Forgive my lack of concern over the drama of persons adjacent to my immediate concerns. You must be shocked.”

Remus shrugged tolerantly. “I was wondering if you noticed anything.”

Showing a trademark lack of concern over the situation, Severus shook his head. “That isn't something I would think to look for.”

“Me either. Some people you can trust implicitly.”

“Evidently not,” Severus replied, turning the page of his book. “Suspicions are hardly unjustified.” Severus looked up from the pages. “The best I have to offer is that he's petulant and ridiculous even if slightly more tolerable than he once was.”

Remus considered asking more questions bu realized that would lead nowhere. Instead, he climbed in the bed, Severus reading aloud, until Remus eventually fell asleep.
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