How could he forget?
Title: How could he forget?
Pairing: HP/ DM + SS/LM
Rating: NC-17
Sequel to _houdinilogic_s drabble for me.
How could he forget?
Lucius' cane stood leaning against his desk, awaiting opportunities to assist its master faithfully. Lucius himself however, was not thinking thoughts that required his cane.
How engulfed he had been in his copy of Crime and Punishment, how restless he appeared now. He found it more than delightful to read theories he had experienced to be untrue. Every reasonably clever human being that lived its life consciously would know that punishment only rarely fitted the crime. Therefore Lucius had produced sounds almost resembling chuckles while reading.
Now the novel lay forgotten on his desk and Lucius stared with apparent anger at a letter that he had just received. He hated it when people pissed him off. It was entirely not to blame on his perfectionism - people constantly seemed to be out to piss him off.
With silent anger Lucius Malfoy threw the letter away and leaned back in his leather armchair. It was time to bring in the alcoholic refreshments.
A soft tap on the door of his study interrupted the process of pouring himself a glass of brandy.
"Yes?" Lucius drawled with his characteristic Malfoyesque voice.
Severus Snape entered Lucius' study with firm steps after closing the door behind him. He cleared his throat and brushed some imaginary dust off his cloak.
"Lucius, we need to talk." Severus words were more resemblant of orders than of suggestions.
Lucius grinned silently.
"Now do we, Severus?" he remarked, clearly amused.
Severus grabbed the bottle of brandy out of Lucius' hands with force and threw it on the floor. The sound of breaking glass only made Lucius quiver with delight - and Severus knew it. He had Lucius pinned against his desk with his face very close to that of the aristocratic blond.
"Yes," Severus hissed,"we need to talk."
Lucius grinded his hips against Severus' and took advantage of the temporary moment of bliss of the potionsmaster to summon his cane.
"Now, now, Severus. Don't underestimate me." Lucius traced Severus' jawline with the head of his cane. With an inaudible spell Lucius unbuttoned Severus' robes.
Severus jerked Lucius' malignant cane from his hands and pressed them against Malfoy's chest.
"I don't," he whispered against Lucius' cheek as he pushed the other Slytherin against the nearest wall. Severus pulled Lucius' trousers down with one swift movement. As the potionsmaster's hand brushed against Lucius' awakening arousal, the blond groaned.
Severus nibbled on Lucius jaw, making him pant heavily. With unexpected force Severus bit down on Lucius' skin, leaving markings on Malfoy's precious sensitive skin.
Lucius growled like a wild creature and kissed Severus hungrily. He took advantage of the opportunity by pushing Severus down into his leather armchair and sit on his lap to keep him there.
"Now then. Why did I just receive word from the Dark Lord in which he expressed his dissapointment in you?" Lucius continued as he licked his way down Severus' collarbone.
Severus grunted.
"Lucius," was all he could express as the blond had found his way to Severus' strained erection and continued his oral examination of the dark-haired man's body.
Lucius pulled Severus to his feet and gestured him towards his big mahogany desk. With a swish and flick Lucius cleared the surface of his bureau and forced Severus up against it. He pulled his boxers down and made him lay down on his desk with his ass a tad tilted up in the air.
Lucius didn't lose any valuable time to himself undressing, as he merely opened his silk boxers and positioned himself behind Severus.
"Such events throw me off my groove," Lucius whispered in Severus' ear as pounded into him with great force.
Severus didn't make a sound.
"And you know how much I enjoy my groove," Lucius bit down on Severus' shoulder as he continued to move in and out of him.
With a small high-pitched sound Lucius came into Severus.
"I own you. How could you forget?"
Lucius nibbled on Severus' ear and his hands still rested on his ass.
: :
"Harry?"
Draco stared at the silvery cane in his hand. His father would kill him if he found out. He had to admit he secretly cherished the image of himself as Malfoy senior with the infamous cane in his leather-gloved hand.
A low grunt was the only response that came.
"Why do you like this so much?"
"What?" Harry responded innocently.
Draco turned Harry around to face him. "You know what I mean. Severus and -" Draco shivered for a moment," my father."
Harry shrugged. "I can't help it that they're delectable."
Draco growled angrily and grabbed hold of Harry and pinned him against the desk. He bit the Gryffindor bottom lip.
"You're. Mine," he claimed as he kissed Harry hungrily.
Fini
I like my Draco dominant. Severus would be more dominant in his relationship with Lucius - but since it's Harry, he's more of a bottom.
But perhaps a joined final 'chapter' to this drabblish plot bunny? With a Harry, Draco, Severus and Lucius? With a _houdinilogic_ and a rosacrouch to write it?
Pairing: HP/ DM + SS/LM
Rating: NC-17
Sequel to _houdinilogic_s drabble for me.
How could he forget?
Lucius' cane stood leaning against his desk, awaiting opportunities to assist its master faithfully. Lucius himself however, was not thinking thoughts that required his cane.
How engulfed he had been in his copy of Crime and Punishment, how restless he appeared now. He found it more than delightful to read theories he had experienced to be untrue. Every reasonably clever human being that lived its life consciously would know that punishment only rarely fitted the crime. Therefore Lucius had produced sounds almost resembling chuckles while reading.
Now the novel lay forgotten on his desk and Lucius stared with apparent anger at a letter that he had just received. He hated it when people pissed him off. It was entirely not to blame on his perfectionism - people constantly seemed to be out to piss him off.
With silent anger Lucius Malfoy threw the letter away and leaned back in his leather armchair. It was time to bring in the alcoholic refreshments.
A soft tap on the door of his study interrupted the process of pouring himself a glass of brandy.
"Yes?" Lucius drawled with his characteristic Malfoyesque voice.
Severus Snape entered Lucius' study with firm steps after closing the door behind him. He cleared his throat and brushed some imaginary dust off his cloak.
"Lucius, we need to talk." Severus words were more resemblant of orders than of suggestions.
Lucius grinned silently.
"Now do we, Severus?" he remarked, clearly amused.
Severus grabbed the bottle of brandy out of Lucius' hands with force and threw it on the floor. The sound of breaking glass only made Lucius quiver with delight - and Severus knew it. He had Lucius pinned against his desk with his face very close to that of the aristocratic blond.
"Yes," Severus hissed,"we need to talk."
Lucius grinded his hips against Severus' and took advantage of the temporary moment of bliss of the potionsmaster to summon his cane.
"Now, now, Severus. Don't underestimate me." Lucius traced Severus' jawline with the head of his cane. With an inaudible spell Lucius unbuttoned Severus' robes.
Severus jerked Lucius' malignant cane from his hands and pressed them against Malfoy's chest.
"I don't," he whispered against Lucius' cheek as he pushed the other Slytherin against the nearest wall. Severus pulled Lucius' trousers down with one swift movement. As the potionsmaster's hand brushed against Lucius' awakening arousal, the blond groaned.
Severus nibbled on Lucius jaw, making him pant heavily. With unexpected force Severus bit down on Lucius' skin, leaving markings on Malfoy's precious sensitive skin.
Lucius growled like a wild creature and kissed Severus hungrily. He took advantage of the opportunity by pushing Severus down into his leather armchair and sit on his lap to keep him there.
"Now then. Why did I just receive word from the Dark Lord in which he expressed his dissapointment in you?" Lucius continued as he licked his way down Severus' collarbone.
Severus grunted.
"Lucius," was all he could express as the blond had found his way to Severus' strained erection and continued his oral examination of the dark-haired man's body.
Lucius pulled Severus to his feet and gestured him towards his big mahogany desk. With a swish and flick Lucius cleared the surface of his bureau and forced Severus up against it. He pulled his boxers down and made him lay down on his desk with his ass a tad tilted up in the air.
Lucius didn't lose any valuable time to himself undressing, as he merely opened his silk boxers and positioned himself behind Severus.
"Such events throw me off my groove," Lucius whispered in Severus' ear as pounded into him with great force.
Severus didn't make a sound.
"And you know how much I enjoy my groove," Lucius bit down on Severus' shoulder as he continued to move in and out of him.
With a small high-pitched sound Lucius came into Severus.
"I own you. How could you forget?"
Lucius nibbled on Severus' ear and his hands still rested on his ass.
: :
"Harry?"
Draco stared at the silvery cane in his hand. His father would kill him if he found out. He had to admit he secretly cherished the image of himself as Malfoy senior with the infamous cane in his leather-gloved hand.
A low grunt was the only response that came.
"Why do you like this so much?"
"What?" Harry responded innocently.
Draco turned Harry around to face him. "You know what I mean. Severus and -" Draco shivered for a moment," my father."
Harry shrugged. "I can't help it that they're delectable."
Draco growled angrily and grabbed hold of Harry and pinned him against the desk. He bit the Gryffindor bottom lip.
"You're. Mine," he claimed as he kissed Harry hungrily.
Fini
I like my Draco dominant. Severus would be more dominant in his relationship with Lucius - but since it's Harry, he's more of a bottom.
But perhaps a joined final 'chapter' to this drabblish plot bunny? With a Harry, Draco, Severus and Lucius? With a _houdinilogic_ and a rosacrouch to write it?