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Sev's Gang	By : RueRambunctious Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Snape/Lucius Views: 5208 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Severus was warm. He was too warm and there was something heavy on top of him. It took him a moment to identify that something as another body, and a moment more to decide that although he had only ever fell asleep against his mother before, this was not her: this body was harder –more muscular; it did not smell like her; and there was something unfeminine pressing into the flesh protecting Severus’ kidney.
Severus tensed upon identifying the stiflingly warm body upon him to be male, and paid more attention to its smell. It was definitely familiar. Severus decided to open his eyes and instantly regretted it; Malfoy, sodding Lucius Malfoy in a pair of closefitting underpants was lying atop of him. The night before came back to him in hazy detail, but unfortunately so did the realisation that he felt like hell: his head hurt and *oh* his stomach!
He had to get up. He was going to puke. Where was the toilet? Could he stand? Malfoy was still pinning him to the bed. How was Severus going to move the colossal heap? Severus attempted to ease himself out from the grip but only managed to produce a noise of protest from the sleeping Malfoy and the muscular arms tightening further around Severus to draw him closer.
Severus attempting to push the older boy away. “Malfoy *please*. I think I need to be sick.”
Lucius made another incoherent noise somewhere between a protest and a question.
Severus reluctantly nudged Malfoy’s face with his free hand. “Please Lucius!”
“Hmm?”
Severus nudged the blonde firmly, prompting Malfoy to languidly open his eyes in question.
“Please Lucius,” Severus whimpered. “I need to use the bathroom!”
Lucius stared at the youth for a moment as his wits arranged themselves. “You’re chalky,” he noted. Lucius registered with a start Severus’ last sentence and sat up quickly. “You’re ill.”
Severus was looking worse by the minute. “I need to find the toilet Lucius!”
“Of course. This way...” Lucius leapt up only to observe Severus whimpered pitifully at attempting to move.
“Feel sick,” Severus whispered. “Don’t like it!”
“What did you drink last night?” Lucius muttered as he quickly moved to take hold of Severus (“Feel sick, really sick!” the boy reiterated) and helped move him slowly, pausing every time Severus whimpered in alarm.
Finally entering the bathroom prompted Severus to lunge for the toilet –screwing his face up in distress at the motion- and after a moment of panicked breathing he threw up violently. At length. And despite himself, young Severus started to snivel.
Lucius combed the boy’s dirty hair back from his face with adult fingers and soothingly rubbed Severus’ back. Severus’ stomach settled slowly and between bouts of vomiting the boy wept into the kneeling Lucius’ shoulder whilst gripping his skin desperately, and drowsing fitfully.
“Sh, shh,” Lucius murmured, stroking the back of the sobbing boy’s head. “It will be alright. The sick feeling will go away and then I can give you some cool water and a hangover potion, yes?”
Severus cried some more. “Please.”
Lucius continued to hold the boy, rocking him as the shakes shook the slight frame, and slowly Severus regained some colour.
“Can you let me up to get you your potion? I cannot summon it without my wand.”
“Don’t be long,” Severus said, nodding stiffly.
“It is only above the sink,” Lucius replied, fetching the potion and a crystal tumbler of water swiftly.
“Heavy,” Severus mumbled, attempting to snatch the glass. “Cold.”
“I can help,” Lucius replied, holding the glass to Severus’ mouth to allow the boy to sip.
Swallowing both the potion and the water exerted enough energy that Severus slumped heavily back against Lucius but the potion’s effects quickly produced Severus’ recuperation.
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Severus muttered in humiliation.
“Don’t worry about it,” Lucius replied. “Take it easy,” he cautioned as he lifted Severus in his arms and took him out of the bathroom to deposit him back onto the bed.
“I’m fine now,” Severus protested.
“Don’t argue,” Lucius declared calmly. Severus sat back against the headboard and regarded Lucius thoughtfully. “Thank you,” he said reluctantly.
“Your first hangover?” Lucius asked. Severus nodded. “I had not realised you had drank so much last night.”
“I wasn’t really counting,” Severus said.
Lucius smirked just a little. “You will now.”
“Mm,” Severus agreed. “That was *horrible*.”
“Little boys should not drink so much alcohol,” Lucius said.
“I’m not...” Severus did not bother to finish his sentence. Lucius had undressed him and tucked him into bed the night before and had since helped him to the bathroom and cradled him as he sobbed.
“I am appalled that the fourth years allowed you so much to drink,” Lucius said.
“I could have said no,” Severus said.
“You didn’t know better... You knew that you ought not to, but not the physical consequences,” Lucius replied. “Motions will already be in place to discipline the older years for allowing the first years strong alcohol.”
“I didn’t mean to get anyone into trouble,” Severus said.
“No one can blame you, they were in the wrong,” Lucius answered.
“Black wouldn’t have told you if it wasn’t for me though,” Severus said.
“Bella? If you were someone else you would likely be punished by your peers because they cannot punish her, but you are under my protection. Besides, everyone will also expect you to have received severe punishment at my hand.”
Severus shrunk into himself, biting his lip ever so slightly. “What are you going to do?”
“To punish you? I ought to have let you suffer your hangover and beaten you soundly when you had sobered,” Lucius replied casually. He sighed at the look on Snape’s face. “Clearly I have abstained. You have not even been draped over my lap for that spanking Rosier so wisely advised.”
Severus gave Lucius a wary look. “Then what..? Am I going to have to... bl... um... fellate..?”
“No sexual favours now,” Lucius said. “If you’re a good boy I will not expect you to fellate me this year, or next.”
“After?” Severus asked bravely.
“Perhaps,” Lucius said. “However, the matter at hand is the prospect of your current punishment.”Severus swallowed. Lucius continued, “I am certain bathing you would suitably dampen your disobedient streak, but I am inclined to be lenient on you this one time. You are just a boy and all boys are naughty at times. Although you need not think for a moment that if I find you drinking more than two large firewhiskies again before you are older that I will refrain from whipping your skinny buttocks.”
“Understood, Malfoy,” Severus mumbled.
“Now, as for your punishment, I believe it would be beneficial for you to spend more time at my side to prevent yourself from suffering bad influences.”
“You wanted Avery to keep an eye on me!” Severus protested.
“And he will be a sorry boy when I have dealt with him,” Lucius replied. “I would not tell him that you have not been thrashed for last night’s antics if you do not wish him to be resentful.”
“It’s not his fault, you can’t-”
“Everyone present last night will be punished, Severus. The younger girls will get a thorough scolding and a few taps, the younger boys and the elder girls will receive a spanking and the older boys will be receiving a caning.”
“What about me?”
Lucius sighed. “You aren’t getting formally punished because it will be assumed that I made you an extremely sorry little boy and they’ll feel sorry for you. You would only receive an official spanking if I requested it. Now, if you have no more questions I intend to shower.”
Severus realised that Lucius was still only wearing those obscenely, attractively tight underpants. The young man’s body was both lithe and muscular and every hard part of him (his cheek- and jawbone for instance, because that was where Severus was attempting to hold his gaze: away from Lucius’ eyes and away from the impressive abdominal muscles that only persuaded the gaze lower) was perfectly chiselled. Lucius could read Severus’ current thoughts and smiled as the boy hid his face behind his lank hair.
“You will wash that rat’s nest once I have showered,” Lucius declared. “Unless of course,” he said over his shoulder as Severus glowered, “you are attempting to persuade me to bring you into the shower with me and wash your hair myself.”
“No!” Severus cried.
“Good. You’ll be an obedient boy then,” Lucius said as he disappeared into the shower. Severus sat back and wondered exactly how he found himself in such messes, and where the hell was his wand? He got up and began searching.
Lucius could hear Severus moving around. “If you want to join me so badly you can come wash my back,” he called jovially.
Severus stuttered a negative which made Lucius smile to himself as he rubbed a luxuriantly lathering product over his exquisite body. The water rushed over him, eager to please him with its temperature and delighted to explore every piece of him.
Lucius left the shower and tucked a towel loosely around his lower ribs as he bent over the sink to brush his teeth. He spat and adjusted the towel comfortably around his waist.
Severus made no flinch as Lucius appeared; instead he gazed at the blonde with surprise and interest.
“You are lucky,” Lucius replied to the look.
Severus flushed. “I-”
“You should enjoy the sight,” Lucius said casually as he retrieved an outfit from his large wardrobe. “It is good for you, and perfectly understandable.”
Severus sighed. “Can I get my wand back?”
“You won’t need it in the shower,” Lucius replied, and casually removed his towel to dry himself. Severus quickly locked himself into the shower room.
Lucius had taken care of him when he was wretchedly hungover, and had not used it to his advantage or to torment. Why?
Severus took off Lucius nightshirt, peering suspiciously at the locked door, and gingerly stepped into the shower. A spray of warm water met him and he ducked his head under it gratefully. This morning had been an experience. He had never drank so much before, but had not considered himself to be drunk enough to be so ill. Perhaps the amount of alcohol he had consumed had not had enough time to make itself known before Lucius had put him to bed.
Lucius had looked after him. Severus had felt truly hellish and Lucius had attended diligently to him.
Was Lucius fucking with his mind? Usually Severus could tell when someone was trying to do that.
At that moment Lucius was smiling amusedly to himself about the locked door. He finished drying and stepped into his underwear.
Severus quickly washed his hair.
Lucius put on his trousers and reached for his shirt.
Severus stepped out of the shower and dried. He had no clean clothes. Ought he put the nightshirt back on? He picked it off of the floor and unlocked the door. Lucius gave him a glance and then scowled and gave him a longer look.
Severus took a step back. “What?” he snapped.
“You still have shampoo bubbles in your hair. Do you not know how to wash it at all?” Lucius said. “Get back in the shower and I will show you.”
“I’ll do it myself!”
“You clearly are incapable,” Lucius retorted coolly. “Now you can follow my instructions or I can decide to check you adequately washed the rest of yourself.”
“I hate you,” Severus stated as he turned back to the shower and reluctantly dropped his towel.
Lucius picked it up and put it on a rail.”You can hate me all you want; you need only obey me,” he said. “Now into the shower with you.”
Severus nervously obeyed and stood awkwardly as he attempted to shield both his genitals and his bottom from Lucius’ gaze.
“Relax,” Lucius said. “Kneel down away from me and place your hands over your lap.”
Severus obeyed and Lucius produced a shield over Severus’ eyes, nose and mouth before rinsing the boy’s hair properly. He took hold of random segments of hair and rubbed them between his fingers. “This is not clean,” he said. “It would squeak when I did this if it was.” He reached for the shampoo and lathered Severus’ hair appropriately.
The boy’s shoulders were so tense. Lucius paused before rinsing Severus’ hair and put a hand lightly on his bony shoulder. “Really, *relax*,” Lucius said. “You can take me at my word when I have told you I do not intend to molest you unless you need reminded who the master of your body is.”
Severus hardly felt comforted.
Lucius sighed and gave the shoulder a gentle squeeze before beginning to rinse the shampoo from Severus’ hair. “Fits of temper are unseemly,” Lucius said quietly. “I am not going to suddenly turn on you. I am honest about my intentions towards you and my behaviour towards you this morning is hardly cruel. I have little need for broken... I find broken toys reflect poorly on a person. I wish to hurt you as little as possible.”
“I don’t want to sleep with you,” Severus said softly.
“Your feelings are likely to change as you mature,” Lucius said.
“Why me?” Severus asked.
Lucius had rinsed Severus’ scalp thoroughly but continued to do so as Severus did not seem to detest the contact. “You are rare. There are few Slytherin half-bloods and even fewer with a Prince bloodline. You are powerful and you regularly scrap outnumbered, but survive. You’re intelligent and talented. You are an asset, objectively speaking.”
“That doesn’t mean I’ll make a good mistress,” Severus said.
“You can learn,” Lucius said. “And I did not begin to list your less objective attractive qualities.”
“I’m young and virginal?” Severus suggested dryly.
“Your eyes, for one,” Lucius said. “Your *witty* humour for another.” He got up, cancelled the shield, and reached for two towels. He dropped the largest over Severus’ shoulders and the boy swiftly wrapped it around himself. Lucius dropped the hand towel on Severus’ wet scalp and left the room. “I will find you something to wear.”
Severus quietly began to dry his hair. Lucius appeared with an outfit and left again. Severus dressed and hung up the damp towels before joining the much older boy.
“I suggest that you stay here for a while before you return to your dorms,” Lucius said. “Your dorm mates likely will not desire an audience when they return from their disciplining.”
“You aren’t..?”
“No,” Lucius said. “The head boy and girl.”
Severus glanced at Lucius in surprise. “You’re letting me go back to my dorm?”
“There only. Unless you would rather accompany me to a meeting with Bellatrix later.”
“No,” Severus said. He watched Lucius style his hair. “What do you see in her?”
“Asides from the obvious, that she is the eldest Black daughter, beautiful, passionate and a proper pureblood?”
“Yeah, that,” Severus muttered.
Lucius smiled wryly. “Not a great deal. She and I are as bad as each other. Narcissa has a more pleasant influence on my nature, but she is the youngest. Andromeda... she seems so distant. I would dislike a dreamer for a wife. Bellatrix and Narcissa are intelligent and would make better wives.”
“I think Narcissa would tolerate me more,” Severus said.
“Perhaps,” Lucius said. “Bellatrix might enjoy the freedom my having another lover would offer her.”
“The last thing I’d like is to do Bellatrix any favours,” Severus muttered.
Lucius laughed and reached for a shirt.
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