Lucius/Severus, PG-13?
The first fanfiction I actually completed. It's HP Slash.
Title: Slasherific!
Author: xbatshit_insane
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Lucius Malfoy/Severus Snape, Marauder era.
Disclaimer: Ain't mine.
The days had become shorter and darker. The air had such a chill, that it felt as if one were being pricked by thousands of daggers on the areas left exposed. Anyone with half a brain stayed inside by the fire with friends (Besides the group of Gryffindors known as the Marauders, but they were insane anyway). The Slytherin house did just that.
It was days like these that the group stayed in the common room, discussing this and that. Lucius Malfoy always led the conversation, speaking with his usual aire of confidence and importance commonly found in an aristocrat. Everyone payed close attention to the teenager, af if they actually cared what he was talking about, besides Severus Snape, who sat at the opposite side of the sofa that Lucius occupied, reading, occasionally looking up at the blond.
Thankfully for him, no one noticed that he never changed the page he was pretending to read. Instead he was lost in thoughts of Lucius, and the, ah, 'experimenting' they did up until this year, after being caught by both Narcissa and Bellatrix Black. One thing always taunted Severus, however. The boys had never tried anything beyond groping and exploring each other's mouth, necks, arms and torsos by way of taste. He still fantasized about these things, late at night, in the safety of his own bed.
This night the boys, accompanied by the lovely Bellatrix and Narcissa, were playing a healthy game of truth-or-dare. Severus, pressured by the others to play, sat to the right of Lucius on the leather sofa, looking sour and generally unpleasant, a scowl upon the ebon-haired boy's face.
Across the room, Bellatrix was dared to kiss her sister, on the lips, tongue and all. As the girls kissed, the room erupted with fits of laughter. After pulling away and wiping her mouth on her arm, Bellatrix smirked lightly, her eyes resting on the blond boy, who was now positioned so he was half-laying down, long legs draped over Severus' lap.
"Malfoy, truth or dare?"
After a moment of considering which to choose, he answered, "Truth"
Bellatrix let out a low, cruel giggle as she pondered what to ask. When she had decided, she asked "If you could spend a night with one person in this room, who would it be and what would you do?'
Lucius tried to smirk, but it was more of a smile, and, if Severus weren't mistaken, he was also blushing.
"It'd be Sev." He shrugged, as if it were nothing. The group burst out with nervous giggles.
At that moment, Severus began to convince himself that this wasn't happening. It couldn't be.
After catching her breath, Bellatrix continued, "And what would you do?"
"Well..." Lucius drawled on, trying to look cool and collected, even when inside he was burning up with embarrassment and fury. "Let's just say I'd take care of some unfinished business."
"Such as?" She twirled her finger in a lock of hair, awaiting an answer.
"Hey, I gave you an answer, you never said to be graphic." He sat up, running a hand through his hair as he snuck a glance at Severus, raising an eyebrow.
The game continued, and after awhile, Severus stood and left the room, not bothering to let anyone know where he was going. He had been too embarrassed to stay longer, and he could feel the stares of the Black sisters bearing into him like icicles.
After an hour or so, the group bored of their game and departed to their beds, except Lucius. When he knew everyone was asleep, he left the common room and entered the dark corridor beyond it. The only light that provided was from the moon and stars, which didn't much help. The single sound was the echo of his own boots scuffing the stone, and as far as he thought, he was alone.
The boy hardly had the time to breathe before he was grabbed and and thrown against the wall, hands greedily pulling down the waist of his black jeans.
The following day things went as usual, as if nothing had happened, which is exactaly what Severus wanted. They reenacted that night many times, up until Lucius' marrige, when it slowly stopped.
Sometimes he still feels guilty, dirty almost, but just smiles, remembering every move.