After two days of suffering so, Severus was standing in front of the desk in his quarters. He was in the process of brewing some healing potions for the Dark Lord, and was just waiting for one of them to cool down. Yet again, he was taking his free time to think of Lucius. His mind kept coming back to the image of him naked, lying on Severus' floor. His lean, muscular body, smooth milky-sweet skin... Severus needed Lucius, he needed to touch him, to be inside of him. He needed to feel Lucius' arms around him, his body pressed up against his own.. his imagination carried him away, his dream felt so real, that he could actually feel Lucius' body against his back and his arms on his waist, his hands exploring him further and further down...
A stifled moan escaped Severus' lips, and a voice in his ear said 'I know what you want'. Severus started. There was Lucius, just as he imagined him, pressed up against him. Severus quickly moved out of his reach. 'What are you doing here?' he said, his voice coming out a little higher than intended. 'I know what you want' Lucius repeated, sneer fixed upon his face, his emotions hidden, though there might have been a trace of glee there.
'This is entirely inappropriate, Lucius, if you're here for a reason, then let me know what it is, otherwise, kindly depart' Severus said, his composure back under control. Only his accelerated heartbeat gave away that anything was out of the ordinary. Lucius however, instead of speaking or departing, locked Severus' eyes and approached him. Severus stood his ground and did not let his eyes drop. He had done nothing, he was not going to show weakness. It was not easy, however, to stand this close to Lucius and keep his gaze locked with his; Severus could hear Lucius' breathing, he could feel his body heat, they were uncomfortably close. Awkwardly, Severus realised he had an erection. Inwardly, he damned the physical nature of his body, and yet still, he looked into Lucius' eyes, his gaze unwavering.
Finally, after Severus had been wondering how long he could last without kissing the beautiful man in front of him, Lucius said the same words again 'I know what you want'. His voice was a soft whispery drool, with perfectly pronounced consonants. It sent shivers down Severus' back. Despite that, despite all of it, Severus answered levelly, 'I don't know what you mean.'. Then things happened very fast; suddenly Lucius' hand was on Severus' crotch, making Severus give an involuntary moan, and his lips were by Severus' ear and Lucius whispered 'You want this. You want me. But you don't get me easily. Prove yourself worthy, half-blood. You won't get me unless you take me.'.
Then, as suddenly, his hand departed from Severus' body, which seemed to scream with the loss, and Lucius was gone.
Severus clutched the side of the desk for support. Lucius wanted him, but he was not going to come to him, 'You won't get me unless you take me...' the words echoed in his ears. he longed for the hand, so painfully withdrawn from his crotch - there was another problem to take care of. Without thinking too much about it, with Lucius still occupying his mind and his potions forgotten, he took care of it.
After a few hours, lying on his bed, exhausted, Severus was thinking of repercussions. It was too late for him to talk himself out of needing Lucius, but he was still trying. He could NOT do this. He had his allegiance to keep in mind. What would Dumblodore say if he knew? And his love for Lilly, he was disgracing her name with his actions. A voice in his head disagreed 'This is not love, it's lust'. And so it was. But Lucius was a dark wizard, he was devoted to the Dark; they were not alike, Severus' true allegiance was to the light. And Lucius had a family, though from what Severus gathered of tense shoulders, cold looks and chilly attitude, he might not for long.
Still, this complicated things. If Lucius went after him and they ended up having sex, Severus would not feel as if in control of the situation and so would not feel many qualms about letting Lucius take what he desired. But now, Lucius made it plain that it would have to be Severus' decision. Severus was in control. And he wanted to be in control, he wanted to fuck Lucius, he wanted it so badly, he could not think clearly. Considering earlier events...he could not let go. Repercussions be damned.
Severus knocked on Lucius' door. He and Narcissa were sleeping on the opposite sides of the Manor and so Severus was certain he would find Lucius alone. His knock was answered with a cool 'Enter'. He did, and there stood Lucius. Beautiful, arrogant and perfect. Severus felt the need stir.
'Severus. I was hoping you would come.' Lucius said and undid his cloak. Severus' need took that as a sign to act and without being aware of it, he was striding across the room and tearing Lucius' clothes off his body, pushing him onto the bed and pinning him underneath his body. He spelled the rest of their clothes off and moaned at the sensation.
Lucius was lying underneath him, desire evident in his eyes and cock, some even visible on his face, his permanent sneer softened.
Without breaking eye contact Severus traced his hand across Lucius' chest, making sure to touch this nipples, down his body and grabbed his cock. It felt smooth and hard in his hand. Lucius gasped. And then Severus could not wait anymore, he lifted Lucius' hips above his own, cast quick lubrication and protection charms and entered him hastily, roughly and persistently and Lucius was moaning and gasping in desire or pain and then Severus was inside him and he thrust his hips forward and the feeling was indescribable with words, and he was moving and thrusting, his eyes locked with Lucius', moaning and moving and thrusting and then Lucius was saying something in between the moans, he was saying 'You...want...me...' and Severus was answering in between his own moans, 'No,...I...need...you...' and in a moment all coherent thought was lost, taken over by sensations of the body and the need that was finally being satisfied...satisfied...satisfied.
