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Punish Me	By : Sparrowhawk Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 133350 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 45
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Chapter List
- 1-Assertion
- 2-Attack
- 3-Breakdown
- 4-Encounter
- 5-Punishment
- 6-Contact
- 7-Bitten
- 8-Scars
- 9-Play
- 10-Invitation
- 11-Abduction
- 12-Obedience
- 13-Tease
- 14-Learning
- 15-Venture
- 16-Protecting
- 17-Mistakes
- 18-Visit
- 19-Impromptu
- 20-Trigger
- 21-Healing
- 5
- 6
- 7
All righty, peoples, I is back! Lol. This chapter is a rather short one again, but it's one of the yummier ones *licks lips* and it is important in establishing the relationship between Severus and Lucius. Hope ya'll enjoy it! But first, as always, lovely reviews!
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This chapter will contain the following in no particular order: nudity, male x male action (not between Severus and Harry, but between Severus and Lucius), profanity, a rather steamy sexual fantasy involving Harry, lustfulness, general sexiness, some dirty talk ... yeah, think that's about it. Loaded for such a shorty, isn't it? Well, enjoy!
Chapter Six
When Harry woke, it was to an unfamiliar room. Harsh rays of midmorning sun were streaming through the window beside the large, comfortable bed, the light across his eyes being what woke him. He went to stretch and hissed through his teeth at the searing pain in his back ass from the welts left by the whip, everything from earlier that morning coming back. A slow, involuntary smile spread across his lips. The expression was unfamiliar, as were the feelings that accompanied it. Happiness. Genuine, unadulterated happiness. It flooded through him in bursts so powerful he couldn’t have stopped them if he tried. He stretched again, loving the ache and burn left in his back, ass, and thighs from the punishment Snape had given him, and giggled a little, unable to contain the near giddiness he felt. If this was what it was going to feel like after every punishment, the pain was well worth it.
“I see you are awake.”
Startled, Harry rolled over and bolted upright, wincing as his bruised backside made contact with the bed. “Master,” he breathed out unsteadily. “H-How long have you been there?”
“Long enough to see that you are feeling better,” Severus replied, amused when the other man blushed. “Would you like a potion for the pain? Or would you rather it be left to heal on its own?”
“I think I’d … like to leave it,” Harry answered a little uncertainly.
Severus simply nodded. “Very well. Shower and get dressed. I expect you for breakfast within the next twenty minutes. Third door down the hall to the right.” And with that, he left the room.
Harry stared at the door for a few stunned minutes. Breakfast? Was Professor Snape really asking—telling—him to share a meal with him? Slowly, wincing with every movement, he got up off the bed, searching around for his glasses and wand—both of which he found lying on the bedside table. It was only after he put on his glasses that he realized he was still butt naked.
Stop that, he scolded himself as his face, neck, and ears heated in embarrassment. It’s not like he hasn’t already seen it. Come on, Harry, pull yourself together.
Breathing deeply and then letting it go, he grabbed the clean clothes he found on the bedside table next to his wand and glasses and crossed the room to the only other door, which he rightly guessed led to the bathroom. Inside, he found everything he might need—soap, shampoo, hand towels, a clean and fluffy white bath towel, even lotion. Like the showers at Grimmauld place, the water automatically adjusted to his personal perfect temperature, just this side of hot. Mindful of his sore backside, he stepped into the warm cascade of water. Recalling the time limit Snape had set him, he quickly soaped up his body, ignoring the sting it caused on the welts left by the whip and wooden paddle, shampooed and conditioned his hair, rinsed and got out. He then toweled his body and hair dry, did a quick shaving spell to get rid of his morning stubble, dressed, and made his way down the hall to the dining room.
The room was simple, but still elegant in its simplicity. The walls were a warm beige with dark, reddish-brown trim. The floor was polished wood and, he noted appreciatively, magically warmed to the perfect temperature to ward away the morning chill. Framed pictures of sandy beaches and warm, tropical islands graced the walls. The table that dominated the space was of oak, stained a striking red and polished until it shone. The chairs were made of the same kind of wood with a seat of soft, black velvet. Harry was unsurprised to note the snakes delicately and intricately carved into the backs, arms, and legs of the chairs. What did surprise him were the phoenixes etched into the wood right alongside and sometimes even intertwined with the serpents.
“Don’t stand there gaping like a loon, Mr. Potter, come in and take a seat,” Severus beckoned, amusement and a note of pride in his voice as he took his own seat at the head of the table and gestured in invitation to the seat on his left.
Averting his eyes in embarrassment at being caught staring so long, Harry fidgeted with the clothes Snape had left for him. He wondered where they had come from—if they were some of the man’s clothes from when he was younger, if he had simply shrunk a few articles from his current wardrobe to fit Harry’s smaller frame, if he had sent a house elf out to buy some, or if, perhaps, they had belonged to a previous lover. Somehow, the last possibility bothered him. The second to last did as well, but only because he thought it was a waste.
“I am glad they fit.”
Harry raised his head in surprise, startled to find their thoughts had been moving along the same lines. “Er … yeah, they do.”
Severus’ lips twitched a little at the unvoiced question in the other man’s eyes, his emotions openly displayed and easily interpreted. “They belonged to Draco, from his Hogwarts days. He stayed over sometimes during the winter and summer breaks. Pampered as he was, he wore only a few of his favorite clothes more than once and often left those he didn’t care to wear again wherever he happened to be when he changed. It would be a waste to simply throw them away. Usually, I donate them to local charities, but I happened to have a few decent articles left over.”
“Oh … well, thanks.”
“Sit down please, Mr. Potter,” Severus urged, gesturing toward the chair on his left once more.
Still a bit nervous, Harry took the seat the older man indicated, staring down at his plate in awkward silence as his host summoned a house elf and ordered their breakfast. He didn’t pay much attention to what was ordered—he had never been picky about his food, not since living with the Dursleys where he had been lucky to get anything at all. Besides, it was a bit hard to concentrate on anything when his bum was hurting, the residual bruises left by the spankings he’d received earlier that morning throbbing against even the cushion of the comfortable kitchen chair. Another involuntary smile worked its way onto his lips.
“Something amuses you, Mr. Potter?” Severus inquired, seeing the happy expression.
Startled, Harry glanced up, blushing under the other wizard’s scrutiny. “No, it’s … I’m just … happy is all.”
“Ah,” the older man murmured, one corner of his lips lifting at the confession. “That is good to know.” He pointed across the table with his fork to the plate of eggs, hash browns, toast, and sausage in front of the still smiling submissive. “Eat, Mr. Potter. I am still dissatisfied with your current weight.”
“Yes, Master,” Harry answered obediently.
“You need not call me that now. Right now you are not being punished, we are simply enjoying a late breakfast. Sir or even Professor Snape will do, though I am no longer your teacher. Now eat.”
Nodding and picking up his fork, Harry began on his scrambled eggs. Even as he filled his mouth with food, chewed, and swallowed he couldn’t stop smiling.
“This is unusual,” Lucius said from the doorway, one aristocratic eyebrow raised.
Harry jumped at the unexpected drawling voice and flushed, purposefully keeping his eyes down on his plate. Fuck. Did the Malfoy patriarch know? Had Snape told him about … about this? What would the man think? What if he didn’t like Harry and would rather not … share his partner, even if it wasn’t for sex?
“Your fork has stopped, Mr. Potter,” Severus said as he stood up and moved around the table, placing a warm, comforting hand on the young man’s shoulder. “Eat while I speak with Lucius.”
Lucius looked from his partner to the young man beside him and back again, wondering exactly what he had walked in on. “Severus,” he greeted the other man when he came to stand in front of him, taking notice of the amusement glimmering in those near black eyes. “I was unaware you were to have company this morning. If I had known, I might have come later.”
“That wouldn’t be necessary, Lucius,” Severus replied with quirk of his lips and a glance at Harry who was still eating obediently, but obviously had nearly all his attention on the conversation happening in the doorway. “Mr. Potter’s visit was rather unexpected. Would you care to join us for breakfast?”
“No thank you, I’ve already eaten. I could use a cup of tea, though.”
“Enta,” Severus called one of his house elves, who entered the room with a quite pop of displaced air. “The usual tea for Lucius, if you please.”
“Of course, Master Snape,” the house elf said with a low bow, giant ears flopping forward. “Enta will fetch Master Malfoy’s tea straight away.” So saying, the little male house elf shuffled away through a door into the kitchen.
When the house elf left, Severus took the few steps closer to the Malfoy patriarch, took him by the back of the neck, and drew him in for a long, passionate kiss. The other man immediately reciprocated with an aggressive tongue and sharp teeth.
Harry glanced up at the silence that had suddenly descended, looked back down at his food, and then had to do a double take to confirm to himself that, yes, they were kissing. He couldn’t help himself—really he couldn’t—he stared. Severus’ fingers tangled in the blonde’s long hair while Lucius took hold of either side of the Potions master’s face, attempting to take control of the interaction. The kiss was in no way gentle. They bit and nipped at each other, their chests rising and falling in harsh pants. Entwined tongues peeked out every now and then from between their lips. He didn’t know what to think of it, what to feel. His stomach twisted, a little fluttery, perhaps a bit queasy while body parts lower down tightened and he swallowed heavily.
His reaction, as unsure and confused as it was, was not lost on the two Doms.
“Well,” Lucius murmured when they parted, “it’s been a while since I’ve received a greeting like that from you, Severus. Missed me, did you?”
“You’ve been working a lot lately,” Severus responded, using his thumb to wipe a small bit of spit from his bottom lip. He stepped back again and resumed his seat, gesturing to the seat to his left. “Please sit. Enta should be back with your tea any minute.”
Lucius did as Severus suggested and took a seat opposite Harry, moving the chair out at an angle to the table so he could cross his long legs without hurting himself on the underside of it. After a few minutes of silence in which Harry awkwardly went back to his meal, Enta the house elf returned, setting Lucius’ tea on the table with a courteous bow.
“Mr. Potter,” Lucius began once the house elf left the room, “the last time I saw you, you were not looking well. May I ask how you’ve been since then?”
Quickly swallowing the hash browns he had been in the midst of chewing, Harry glanced at Snape for some clue as to what he should say, how he should react, but the Potions master was eating his meal with total indifference to their conversation. He fidgeted nervously, still feeling that residual burning in his rear and wondering if that was something he should be feeling guilty about in front of Snape’s lover. “I … er … I’ve been … fine, I suppose. The potion Professor Snape gave me to help me sleep has been … really beneficial.”
Lucius nodded as if the answer Harry gave was one he expected and picked up his cup and saucer, taking a generous sip. “Yes, his potions are known to be quite effective. You look better, less tired.”
“Th-Thank you …”
“Draco has confided that you haven’t been to see him for a while, though.”
“Oh … well, I’ve been … busy.”
“That was not meant as a reprimand, Mr. Potter, merely as an observation. Your relationship with my son is not something with which I would think to interfere. However, he did say he was going to invite you over in a couple days. I’ll be seeing him later tonight. Perhaps you could leave your answer with me?”
“Oh, of course! Just tell him to Floo over the time and place and whatever else I might need and I’ll be there.”
“Very well. I will inform Draco tonight, then.”
“Thank you, Mr. Malfoy. I appreciate it.”
“Don’t mention it, Mr. Potter. How are your friends, the Weasleys, if I may ask?”
Harry smiled, knowing the Malfoy patriarch had offered a generous amount of money to help with the funeral. He said it was in recompense for putting their youngest daughter in such danger her first year of school, but Harry knew better. He knew that reason was simply an excuse to make it so the Weasleys would not be able to refuse without seeming boorish.
After Voldemort’s fall, Lucius Malfoy had mellowed out considerably. There was still a cool, aloof air about him, but he was no longer the cruel and haughty aristocrat with an obsession for blood purity Harry had known in school. In fact, he had offered the Weasleys so much money to pay for the funeral that there had been more than a sufficient amount left over for them to renovate the Burrow. Their house was now more of a mansion than a house with plenty of room for their married children and grandchildren to visit and more than enough room besides. And, of course, he wouldn’t hear of taking back the leftover funds. It wasn’t his way, so he told them. A donation was a donation, not something to be returned. Harry had grown to respect the man greatly since he began working with the Aurors to round up the Death Eaters that went into hiding after their Master’s defeat, even testifying against them when called upon. This latest act of generosity only made him respect the Malfoy Lord even more.
“They’re doing much better, thanks to you. I know Mr. and Mrs. Weasley are planning a vacation for the family, just to spend some time together away from work and everything else so they can grieve in private. I think it’ll be good for them.”
Lucius nodded understanding. “Good. I’m pleased they’re putting my donation to good use. No parent should have to bury their child.”
“You’re worried about Draco?” Harry asked, frowning to himself. He hadn’t really thought about it, but if Ginny’s murderers were searching for him and they were using those close to him to try to locate him, then that would make Draco a target as well. “Oh … er … would you rather I … not see him?”
“Do not be ridiculous, Mr. Potter,” Lucius scoffed, waving a dismissive hand. “Draco is more than capable of taking care of himself. You should not read more into my words than I intend to be there. Jumping to conclusions is not becoming.”
“My thoughts exactly,” Severus agreed. “Draco would likely skin his father alive for even suggesting he stop seeing you just because some psychopath is threatening you and those you associate with.”
Chuckling at that, Harry resumed eating. He really needn’t be concerned with Draco. The blonde aristocrat may not be the most powerful of wizards, but he had a very strong sense of self preservation. He would be fine. He hoped.
When he was finished with his meal, he pushed back his chair and stood with a distinct nervous air. “I’m finished, Professor. M-May I be excused?”
Lucius raised a curious eyebrow at the young man’s polite request, wondering at the tone of respect and anxiety in the question. When Severus saw his partner’s expression of interest, he smirked that damnably secretive smirk, took a sip of coffee, and nodded to the dark haired wizard. “You may be excused, Mr. Potter. Remember what I have told you.”
“Yes, sir, I will. Th-Thank you.” Ducking his head slightly, cheeks heated with embarrassment at the feel of those intense, dark eyes on him, complimented and offset by the cooler, light blue eyes of the Malfoy Lord, Harry quickly pushed in his chair and took his leave.
“What did you do to the boy, Severus?” Lucius wondered, lips quirked in amusement. “He fled as if the devil himself were at his heels. And do not think I missed the bruises around his wrists.”
“Have you found a sub yet, Lucius?” the Potions master inquired, ignoring the other man’s question for the moment.
“No …” the blonde answered. He trailed off, eyebrows rising in sudden understanding. “You mean … Mr. Potter?”
Severus inclined his head in agreement. “Indeed.”
“And he has … consented to that type of relationship?”
“Not yet, but I am quite certain he soon will. He has sought out my aid twice now, last night being one of those times. It is clear he desires a Dominant partner … perhaps even two.”
“Do you truly think he would be able to handle both of us?” Lucius asked, doubtful. “After all, we are both highly controlling Doms, not to mention sadistic. I realize you want him and have wanted him for a very long time, Severus, but we must be realistic. There are very few men who could cope with a permanent threesome with us.”
“That is why we will go about this carefully. He is already aware of the fact that I am in a relationship with you—”
“So that’s why he was giving me those wide-eyed, guilty looks,” Lucius chuckled, recalling the way the younger wizard kept glancing at him from under his fringe. “I quite like that look on him, actually. Insecure. Nervous.” He licked his lips thoughtfully. “Eyes wide, begging to be taken. The way his hair laid as if he’d just been thoroughly shagged. Mmm … yes, I believe he would do very nicely.” He sent a sly glance toward his friend and lover whose pupils had blown wide in lust and slowly stood, moving gracefully, predatorily around the table until he stood just behind the other man. His mouth brushed Severus’ ear, making the Potions master shudder, his low husky voice prompting an involuntary moan. “What did you do to him, mon ange des ténèbres? That greeting you gave me was courtesy of his presence here, was it not? Did he excite you that much?”
“Lucius …” Severus breathed, leaning back and closing his eyes as the blonde began peppering his neck with soft kisses. “He was … beautiful, Lucius. Enchanting. His body fit so perfectly in my arms, as if he was meant to be there.”
“You want him, mon ange?”
“I want him. He would fit so well between us, Lucius. I burn for him as much as I have ever burned for you.” His eyes flashed open when he felt his partner’s teeth on his neck, on the scars where he had been bitten by Nagini. Turning, he pulled Lucius’ face up to meet his, their eyes locking, sparks dancing between them. “Touch me.”
As ever when given a command, Lucius smiled and drew away slightly to regard the younger man. “You know better, Severus. I do not take orders.”
Smirking, the Potions master snatched at the hair at the base of the aristocrat’s neck and pulled him back until their lips almost touched, heated breaths mingling between them. “And you should know I do not take no for an answer.” With that, he crushed their lips together, thrusting his tongue into the other man's mouth. He stood abruptly, forcing Lucius to give up the battle for dominance for a moment as he pushed and stroked with his tongue, and pulled and tugged with his hand in the blonde's hair and his teeth on the other man's lips, given leverage by his sudden change in elevation. His victory was not long lived, however, as Lucius regained his equilibrium and began his counterattack. They battled until their breath ran short, each groping at the other's back, hips, and ass, bringing forth groans and guttural moans and hisses. It was messy and not altogether synchronized, but it was also full of passion and sincerity, each touch delivered with every ounce of their desire and the added desire and excitement of the possibility of having the young Harry Potter between them, accepting their dominance, bowing to it, responding beautifully to their every command. It was a relationship they both desperately longed for. To remain together while sharing a man who would allow them to indulge in their dominant and sadistic natures to their fullest, sharing a man who would allow them, nay, beg them to penetrate his ass with their cocks and submit to their loving torture.
"Clothes ... off," Severus panted.
Lucius nodded, agreeing fully with that, and then moved back a little to undo the buttons of Severus' long-sleeved shirt as the other man worked at the clasp of his own pants. He shoved the shirt off the Potions master's shoulders, licking his lips as Severus shrugged out of it and let it fall to the floor. Then his pants were undone and pushed down his hips along with his undergarment and his already aching cock was grasped and pulled, perhaps a little more roughly than he would have liked. He wasn't exactly being gentle, either, he knew as he kissed and licked and bit down Severus' throat to his collarbones. They were neither one of them masochists and the pain gave them little pleasure when applied to themselves, but the pleasure they received from inflicting that little bit of pain on the other was enough to override any abhorrence they might have otherwise felt for that little extra sting.
As he worked at the dark haired male's neck, shoulders, and collarbones, moving back up to nibble at his ear now and then, he let his hands slide down his firm chest and abs until he reached his pants, which he unbuttoned and unzipped before plunging his hand down inside, rubbing him through his underwear. Severus groaned, bucking his hips, and moved his hand faster along Lucius' length in appreciation. Neither of them would willingly submit to penetration, which they each understood and respected in the other, but this kind of pleasurable release happened often between them. Once in a great while, when they hadn't found a sub to try a relationship with—whether separately or together—and when they both felt the need to find release in a proper asshole, they would visit a whorehouse in Knockturn Alley where they could play with and fuck one or two of the expensive, but clean male masochistic prostitutes. It was only temporary relief, though. The hole they felt between them could not be filled only by physical relief. They each knew they needed something more, something—someone—that would last, accept them for who they were and their need to be together. He did not know the Potter boy as well as Severus, perhaps, but he was hopeful he would be accepting of them. Even if that acceptance only extended as far as having one of them, but allowing the relationship between himself and Severus to continue.
Suddenly Severus' hand retreated, abandoning his hard, dripping cock to the comparatively cool air of the kitchen as the dark eyed man fisted his hand in Lucius' hair and jerked him up, their lips connecting with a clack of teeth they both ignored as they began their battle all over again. Lucius felt the younger wizard's hands on his hips, grip bruising in its intensity, and reciprocated in kind, releasing his cock and seizing his hips, each of them drawing the other closer until their dicks touched and rubbed in a sensuous dance of thrusting hips, slick pre-cum, and mutual need.
"Feels so good, Lucius," Severus grunted when they separated, moving harder and faster, his loins beginning to seize up as he neared completion. "Did you miss me ... while you were working?"
"Hnn ... of course I did, mon ange," Lucius replied huskily, leaning in for another, shorter, though no less violent kiss, sweat, saliva, and even a touch of blood intermixing between them. When they parted once more, Lucius drew back slightly to gaze at his companion, his bed partner, lover, and friend, enjoying the sight of lust-darkened eyes and lips swollen by being sucked and bitten over and over again. "Tell me, Severus," he murmured between moans and intermittent kisses, "you ... want Mr. Potter—"
"Harry," Severus interrupted briefly, his tongue doing wicked things along the blonde's jaw and the side of his neck, one of his most sensitive areas.
Lucius chuckled and conceded, "Of course. Mr. Potter ... sounds peculiar ... under these circumstances. Mmmm ... tell me ... what you want ... to do to him. Tell me ... how you want to hold him ... fuck him ... love him and use him. Tell me, Severus."
"I ... can't," he grunted, eyes closed as his ministrations ceased and his head fell to Lucius’ shoulder while he concentrated on the movement of his hips. "Too ... close. Can't think."
Lucius smirked wickedly, thoroughly enjoying making the other man come undone. Controlled under almost any other circumstances, he only lost his rigid control when he was on the brink of orgasm. It was one of those things Lucius enjoyed lording over his lover—in a teasing way, of course—since he did not lose control of his faculties and the ability to think when approaching ejaculation.
"You want to ... strip him down?"
Severus groaned and nodded. "Want to ... see him ... touch him."
"You want to tie him up ... tie him naked to our bed between us?"
"Yessss ..."
"Bite his nipples? Make him hard?"
Severus' hips bucked up roughly at that, fingers digging into Lucius' hips with the mental image. "Make him beg ... make him whimper ..."
"Make him scream," Lucius added heatedly, kissing the corner of the other man's open, panting mouth, feeling Severus’ hard cock throbbing insistently against his own turgid erection. "He looks like a screamer, doesn't he Severus?"
Hazily, the Potions master nodded. Harry did scream, screamed so beautifully for him. Arched his body so attractively, needing him, needing the pain he could and would give him. Merlin, he wanted him.
"Finger his ass ..." Lucius continued, closing his eyes to imagine the scene for himself, leaning his forehead against Severus' as their thrusts grew more frantic. "Prepare him ... just enough that he won't tear ... while I suck him ... keep him hard and wanting."
"Enter him ... roughly. Make him cry out," Severus hissed when Lucius' hand descended to encircle both of their swollen members, squeezing hard as they both thrust up into the circle of his fingers that mimicked the act of penetration.
"Pinch his nipples ... while I enter his mouth," Lucius hummed. "Shove my prick down his throat until he gags." He smiled lazily, enjoying the joint fantasy. He could almost feel that suction around his cock, the tightness of Harry's throat, the moisture and heat, those pink lips wet and stretched, that gorgeous, talented tongue, licking and worshipping him. "Slap his ass to make his muscles contract, make him whimper around me. Bite him, bruise him, mark him, claim him as our own. Our pet. Our slave. Our whore and slut. Our submissive. Ours."
"Ours ..." Severus repeated breathily, eyes glazed over with licentious bliss and longing.
"Are you close, mon ange?" Lucius inquired, voice strained with the effort of holding back his own orgasm with the images flashing through his head of a messy haired, green-eyed nymph bound between them, sucking him off. He opened his eyes to watch his lover undulate against him, thrusting into his fist at the same frenzied, erratic pace Lucius, himself, was setting.
"Harry ... Lucius ... fuck," Severus hissed, pale chest, neck, and cheeks flushed with arousal and imminent release.
Lucius groaned at the sound of the other Dom's pleasure. "I'll take that ... hnngh ... as a yes. With me now, mon ange. Let's cum ... together." Softly, more gently then they'd kissed all morning, Lucius pressed his and Severus' lips together, flicking his tongue out against the other man's mouth, requesting entrance. Almost immediately, Severus opened for him, tongue darting out to intertwine with his.
Flesh sliding together slickly, all that could be heard in the warm dining room was the shlick of their tongues and cocks moving against each other, their heavy pants and wanton moans as they thought of the young man that may eventually take the place between them as their submissive partner.
With an animalistic grunt from Lucius and a short, low cry from Severus, their cocks erupted with thick white seed as their muscles spasmed and jerked uncontrollably, supported only by Severus' hands on Lucius' hips, and Lucius' unoccupied hand on Severus' shoulder.
Lucius pumped their cocks a few more times, trying to make the pleasure last just a little bit longer, milking them until they had nothing left to give. Then, once they had come down from the sexual high and he felt more steady on his feet, he stepped away and retrieved his wand, giving it a small flick to clean the floor and their bodies of their spilled essence.
"You are ... evil," Severus groaned when he had finally caught his breath, his body aching from where the man had bit him and dug his fingers into his skin, his cock throbbing with the memory of the intensity of his orgasm.
"Yes, but you enjoyed it," Lucius responded with a chuckle, flicking his wand again to dress himself in the fastest way possible.
Severus mirrored the action with his own wand, shaking his head. "I'm going to kill you if this doesn't work out with Harry. You know that, don't you?"
“If killing me constitutes hours and hours of indulging in comfort sex, I agree wholeheartedly,” the blonde replied with a teasing smirk. Resuming his seat at the table and reheating his tea, which had gone cold in the time they had been … occupied, he sobered, watching thoughtfully as the Potions master took the seat beside him. “So … what do you plan to do with Mr. Potter to convince him to try a relationship with us?”
“I don’t plan to do anything with him, Lucius. It is not wise to push him at this point. His psyche is rather fragile after the events of the past weeks and the trauma he suffered in his past. I have given him the option, if he wishes to pursue a relationship with me, with full knowledge that you are and will continue to be my lover. Taking that step will have to be his choice, as will whether or not he will allow, or try to allow, you to become a second Dominant to him. He is only a potential sub, not a fully aware and prepared submissive yet.”
“Ah, then you still intend that I should search for a submissive partner as well?”
Severus inclined his head solemnly. “For the time being. Harry is … unique. I do not know what he will do, what he will decide. I … hope he can eventually come to accept us both, but it may take time. He has the capacity, that much I have seen, but … I cannot know for sure what he will do until the decision is actually made.”
Taking another sip of tea, Lucius nodded. That was to be expected. Dominant or not, there was only so much control they had over their submissive, or potential submissive in this case. Much of the control they had was granted them by their submissive partner. If he didn’t want to do something, like seriously didn’t want to, it was his right to end things by using a safe word. It gave the relationship a balance, made them equals in a relationship that, to others, would likely seem to lean heavily in the Dominant’s favor. He, unlike Severus, was a rather manipulative Dom. Waiting and letting another man decide was not in his nature. He would rather move in pursuit, cajole, persuade, tease, taunt, and yes, even manipulate until his prey gave in.
Regardless, in Mr. Potter’s case he would bow to Severus’ knowledge of the boy. He trusted that, when the time was right, Severus would introduce them as Dominant and submissive. It was only a matter of time and patience, of which he wasn’t lacking. Until then, he would do as the other Dom suggested and continue his search for a suitable submissive for himself.
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mon ange des ténèbres: my angel of darkness
mon ange: my angel
A/N: Ha! Guess this chapter's just a tad longer than I thought. Oh well, all's the better! Well, that's it for now. Please leave a review!
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