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End of Obsession	By : Juwel Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 50501 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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For three days, Severus hovered near the mirror, but there was no sign of the Wizarding World's hero. It was maddening; it was nigh intolerable, Severus found, because not only did he not know Potter's whereabouts, but it seemed like every time he left his room for the smallest purpose, there was Lucius, lounging about, casting looks in his direction. Between the focus on finding Harry and the looks, Severus was in a state of constant need.
Bibsy confessed to him that Lucius had questioned her about Snape's activities inside his room. It was regrettable, but not unexpected; Snape knew he was acting suspiciously, spending so much time alone in his room, but he couldn't seem to help himself. It would have been nice to keep Lucius in the dark, but it was a risk he'd known he was taking. For some reason, where Potter was concerned, he seemed to lose all sense of self preservation.
Also, he certainly wasn't the only one who seemed to keep to themself and stay hidden. Severus did encounter Draco for a few moments while setting up his potions supplies in the library where Draco's lessons would occur, but for the most part the young man was like a ghost, rarely seen about the mansion.
A rap at the door made Severus almost jump out of his skin; his nose had been up close to the mirror, trying to find any sign of Harry in his home. He quickly dispelled the scrying and set aside the mirror, then crossed the room to open the door. It was Lucius. Severus scowled. "Yes?"
Lucius looked a little worse for wear, face flushed, hair not quite in perfect array. "So I understand you've been making use of my house elf." Even the way he said the words seemed strange to Severus. He would have expected a smugness for having pried out the secret, or even anger. Instead, Lucius sounded uncertain. Severus narrowed his eyes at the man, nodding. Lucius gave a nervous laugh. "You didn't think I'd find out?"
"Quite honestly, I didn't care. I'm sure it doesn't surprise you to know that I've made it my business to know Potter's whereabouts for some time," Severus replied, sounding bored on purpose because one thing he did not want Lucius to learn about was his feelings for the git.
That reply seemed to bring Lucius up short; he looked like he wanted to make a snide comment, but couldn't find one. He swallowed, looking at the button at Snape's throat as if it fascinated him. "I see. I swear, I don't know which of you is more a recluse--you, or my son." His eyes focused on Severus's once again. "I trust you will begin lessons with him soon?"
The way that Lucius was hovering in the doorway, Severus doubted that was the real question he wanted to ask. "I've already set up a few things. I'll see where he's at, and make some assessments soon." Of course he hadn't actually officially agreed to teach Draco yet, but it was a foregone conclusion. He needed money, and this was one way to earn it. He raised an eyebrow at Lucius. "Is that all?"
Lucius licked his lips, a motion that looked like it was unconscious, but which also set Severus's pulse racing again, recalling how those lips had looked, that tongue had felt . . . Severus felt things happening again, himself hardening, that hunger inside almost screaming for release. He began to shut the door in a last feeble attempt to stave it off. Lucius stopped it with his cane, his eyes widening, looking desperate. "Wait . . . please wait. I find this as abhorrent as you, I expect. But surely you didn't think that little episode we had the other day was going to suffice?"
Suddenly in that moment, Severus could see the pathetic, defeated creature Lucius had become in Lord Voldemort's rule, weak and needy despite the thin veneer of confidence. And that brought to mind another memory--a beautiful young man, positively strutting the halls of Hogwarts, long blond hair streaming, a girl on each arm. And look at which of us is begging for sex now, Severus thought with some satisfaction. "No, I did not." The annoying thing was that he wanted it too. Lucius was still an attractive man, and with that defeated glory? It was a delectable combination.
Even better, Severus could almost see Lucius starting to squirm under his deadpan stare and clipped answers. Lucius let out a breath in frustration. "Do you really intend to make me beg all over again?"
This was different than what had happened before--there, Lucius had initiated things, and really controlled them for the most part. Severus found that he liked this much better. It was closer to true submission. "Yes. I do, in fact." He crossed his arms, feeling the tingle of power, enjoying it.
Two pink spots appeared on Lucius's cheeks, and Severus could see him struggling with himself, his pride. He cleared his throat. "Please. Fuck me."
It was difficult not to smile. Instead, Severus stepped to one side of the doorway, making room for Lucius to enter, which he did, cautiously, looking nervous. Severus slowly closed the door, facing it, aware of Lucius behind him but refusing to look at him. "You have exactly thirty seconds to disrobe and kneel naked at my feet." He allowed himself to smile.
Severus heard the rustling of fabric and hurried movements. He counted to ten slowly, forcing himself to look unconcerned even though his heart was beating fast. So it wasn't Harry. But perhaps this was better--he could try a few things, learn in a situation where a mistake or two wouldn't hurt. It certainly wouldn't do to try . . . anything with a young man who might very well have more sexual experience than him.
Finally, Severus turned, releasing the first button of his long black jacket as he did so. Lucius was shirtless, working on removing his trousers as Severus watched, blond hair coming loose from its knot to fall down his bare back. As Severus continued to slowly unbutton his jacket, Lucius finished undressing and kneeled quietly on the floor, head down. That wouldn't do, Severus thought. "Look at me."
Immediately, Lucius's eyes met his. Severus was gratified to find a bit of fire in the icy blue eyes; whatever Voldemort had done, he hadn't entirely quenched Lucius's spirit. Severus let his jacket fall open and began working on the buttons of his jacket sleeves. "Is there anything I should know?"
Lucius blinked, apparently taken back by the question, as Severus worked on the other sleeve. "I've already been marked, scarred, so I doubt there is much you could do that hasn't already been done." He licked his lips. "Nothing too . . . dirty, please. I think that is my only request."
Severus slowly removed his jacket, watching Lucius cautiously, as he unbuttoned his shirt. He was hardly going to admit it, but he was nervous. He couldn't think of the last time anyone had seen him bare-chested, and he was all too aware that he was too thin, that his back bore livid signs of the maltreatment his father had frequently bestowed upon him. There were scars on his front as well, the most recent being the two puncture wounds still healing at his throat. While Lucius had always looked glorious naked, he felt pale and ugly. He grimaced at the notion of anything 'dirty.' "I believe I should have no trouble accommodating that." He paused after removing his shirt, trying to read Lucius's gaze, trying to determine whether the man found him agreeable to gaze upon . . . or repulsive. Severus tilted his head to one side. "About what you expected?" Lucius couldn't possibly know how vulnerable Severus felt at this moment.
Lucius smiled tentatively. "Now there's a loaded question. Yes, and no. Remind me to tell Bibsy to feed you more. But overall . . ." He looked Severus over. "Not bad. Not bad at all."
That was probably as close as he would come to giving a compliment, Severus mused. He nodded, unfastening his belt. "Face the dresser, and bend over. You may hold onto it, but take care not to knock anything down." He was back in familiar territory, giving orders.
As Lucius moved into position, flipping his long hair over to one side, Severus fingered the leather belt, thinking. This had to be more than just sex. Luckily, he had an idea or two. Severus brought out his wand, and tossed the belt up into the air, directing it with his magic to suddenly curl around Lucius's throat, buckling into a sort of collar with the remaining length hanging in the air, pulled taut. Lucius grunted in surprise, then moaned. "Clever."
"Shut up," Severus told him bluntly, using his wand to make the tail of the belt lash at Lucius's bare back. "The only thing I want to hear from you right now is begging."
Lucius hissed and wiggled his arse invitingly.
Really that deserved more of a beating, but Severus couldn’t be bothered now. Unfastening himself, he let his trousers drop, allowing himself for once to feel the need, enjoy how hard he was. This part, he knew, though it had been almost a lifetime ago, as a young man, stumbling drunk through Knockturn Alley, trying to find someone who would partner with him, his wand flagging from his left rear pocket. They weren’t the best of memories, but at least they were something. Severus reached out with his left hand to take hold of Lucius’s hair, pulling his head back even further, until he could hear the man gasping for breath. Severus smiled.
Severus spoke the simple word to lubricate them both, but rather than just let the magic do the work, he let go of Lucius’s hair to slide a finger inside of him, just to feel, relearning how the muscle squeezed and relaxed, watching how Lucius’s body trembled, so ready.
“You’ve always been a pompous, arrogant bastard, Lucius,” Severus told him conversationally, fucking him slowly with the one finger, setting down his wand with his other hand but leaving the spell holding his belt tight around Lucius’s throat. He reached under Lucius to find one taut nipple, and pinched it, hard. Lucius half swallowed a cry, trying to keep silent.
“Please,” Lucius begged, his voice just a whisper.
Severus rewarded him by pulling out his finger and shoving his cock inside.
This time there was no holding back Lucius’s cry as he bucked, hands gripping at the dresser. With his long blond hair pulled to one side, Severus could see at least part of Lucius’s face, how the dresser lamp highlighted his ever-so-perfect cheekbone, how the light caught on a tear at the edge of his eye, squinted shut. Severus half pulled out and thrust in, slowly this time, more gently. Voldemort, he was not, and he would not use any of the same tactics. Nevertheless, he would torture Lucius just the same. Lucius moaned, his eye opening in surprise. Apparently he’d been expecting just a rough and brutal fuck.
“You are not to touch yourself, unless I give permission,” Severus said in a low voice, his cock easing in and out, so slowly, but also deeply. He kept one hand on Lucius’s hip, the better to guide his thrusts, but used his other hand to wrap around Lucius’s cock, slowly stroking him in time, just a few strokes, before letting him go again. Lucius sobbed in frustration.
“Please. I need . . . more,” Lucius begged, looking back over his shoulder at Severus, straining against the belt.
“Lash him again,” Severus told the belt, and it complied, adding another welt across the shoulder blades.
Lucius’s cry was softer this time, but even needier.
Now Severus finally started fucking him harder, still not roughly, but with smooth long strokes, using the belt now and then to accentuate his thrusts, almost lazily fucking Lucius. His body wanted him to do more, naturally, but control was something he’d been mastering his whole life. He wanted to see Lucius do more than beg. Tears, perhaps, he thought, listening to Lucius’s harsh breaths, feeling him shudder. Tears would be nice.
In his mind’s eye, it was another face he could picture with tears running down smooth cheeks, green eyes staring up at him beseechingly.
As he fucked him, Severus reached over to grab Lucius hair again, pulling hard on it, using his magic to pull the belt tighter and tighter around his throat. Lucius choked, straining against it, but his expression looked almost peaceful, submitting beautifully. Severus let things build from there, let their bodies flow naturally into an ever increasing rhythm, neither hurrying nor delaying things. He purposefully left Lucius's cock alone, and he wondered if Lucius would even need to touch himself to come.
He needn't have worried. As Severus allowed the belt to loosen for a moment, Lucius took in a deep breath, coughing. His voice sounded tortured, just as Severus had hoped it would. "Please, Severus. Please let me come. Let me finish myself." He pressed back, as if that would make Severus move more quickly. Severus smirked.
"You may touch yourself. You may not come, however, until I do." And with that, Severus began to slam hard into Lucius, focusing on that picture in his mind of another face, the fact that Lucius was under his control, and of course, the glorious sensation of tight heat. It wasn't long at all before pleasure overcame him, and he was coming hard, deep inside. From far away through a haze of pleasure, he heard Lucius whimper and moan. Severus smiled cruelly.
Luciu's hand was stroking himself, but only slowly, and Severus could tell he was at the end of his control. He grabbed hold of the belt, choking Lucius hard. "Now come for me. Let us see if you pass out from it." At once Lucius began stroking hard and fast, trembling. Seconds later he began coming, choking back a scream that he probably had little air for. Severus released the spell holding the belt and let it fall away, allowing the man to breathe. Rather remarkably, Lucius managed not to collapse, but fell hard to his knees, taking in gulping breaths.
Severus pulled out, and grabbed his wand to clean up the mess with a flick of his wrist. "I trust you'll leave me in peace for a while now." He pulled up his trousers, unwilling to stand naked a second longer with his old rival.
Lucius grimaced, wincing as he slowly rose to his feet, but he was chuckling. "I think I'll be good for a bit. Well done, indeed." He made no effort to cover himself but made sure that everything was cleaned up, trying to smoothe back his hair which was in definite disarray. Severus wondered if Narcissa or Draco had heard them, knew what they'd been up to. Either way, it appeared that Lucius didn't care.
There was a moment's tension between them, and Lucius had a look on his face that warned Severus that he was considering coming forward for something, a kiss perhaps. Severus maintained his icy stare, picturing what would happen if Lucius did that--a hexing at best. Or perhaps he would just punch the sod's lights out.
The moment passed. Lucius dressed himself leisurely, and gave a little bow. "I'll tell Draco that you'll meet with him tomorrow." With that, he left the room.
Severus let out the breath he'd been holding. As smooth as Lucius always behaved, and despite the little scene they'd just shared, he knew Lucius was still a snake, and just as dangerous. The main difference was that sometimes his venom took more time to be noticed. Severus would have to be careful.
He didn't feel like dinner, so Severus lied down on the bed, picking up the scrying mirror again and activating it. When something dark crossed in front of his view of Harry's room, his heart skipped a beat.
Severus waited, eyes focused on the looking glass until he longed to blink, wondering if it had only been Kreacher. Then a hand appeared, large and dark in the mirror--probably touching the picture frame in Harry's bedroom, Severus mused. Harry came into view, looking worn and colourless as he sat down on his bed.
So Harry was back at 12 Grimmauld Place.
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