HP Fanfic: Changing the Rules (Lucius/Severus) (R)
Title: Changing the Rules
Pairing: Lucius/Severus
Beta: groolover
Rating: R
Word Count: Approx. 2400
Warnings: a bit of smut, some angst, and some vaguely implied potential future Lucius/FemaleCharacter
Summary: Lucius knows his relationship with Severus can only last so long. But he finds himself quite surprised to learn just how long that is.
Disclaimers: Done for fun and not profit. JKR and associates own all things Harry Potter. No copyright infringement intended.
Notes: Written for the 2011 hpvalensmut fest, for a prompt by alafaye . Much thanks to azurelunatic for suggesting this direction.
He's breaking the rules, he knows, but rules have never meant very much to him. They're things other people must abide. Still, there are rules even outside The Rules.
"Quiet," Lucius hisses, aware that the further they go, the more they risk. "If you don't shut your fool mouth, someone will hear us."
The boy-not really accurate now he's of age and out of what passes for a school-atop him pulls back for a moment. "Can't have that, now can we? What would your parents say, seeing you with a half-blood? They'd likely not even notice I was male."
Lucius only growls at him. This isn't the first time they've had this conversation, and by now it's lost nearly all its sting. He still remembers when this boy was sorted Slytherin, an unimpressive and awkward thing who spent the rest of the Welcoming Feast staring at the table of Gryffindors. "True enough. Really, though, Severus, do keep quiet. Father's at the Ministry and Mother's in the garden, but that doesn't mean someone else won't h-"
Severus silences him with a kiss. At least it's quiet. And he does a reasonable job of keeping the volume down. In fact, Lucius finds he's the one stifling moans after a moment. This boy is still young, still naïve in the ways of the world, still hopeless as far as using any possible influence he might have. Not that he has much. And yet, here they are, entwined on the sofa that's been in the family longer than Lucius even knows.
Lucius pushes these thoughts aside. No, Severus possesses none of the charm Lucius had always assumed he wanted in a lover, and the thought of him with any political or social influence is laughable. But there is an intensity to him that radiates out, even through his dark eyes and sallow complexion. There is a passion there that only seems to build until it must explode. And Lucius has found he's oddly willing to be that outlet.
They're supposed to be weighing Severus' potential employment options right now, a continuation of the tips Lucius used to give the younger man when they were in Slytherin together. Even as a prefect, Lucius was only too willing to give up on the younger students when they failed to show promise. But there had been something about Severus that said that despite his blood status, he was someone who might make something of himself. He might just be someone after all, and not just for the insight he seemed to have in charms and potions, putting even the seventh-years to shame when it came to quick understanding of new concepts.
He remembers a night in seventh year, sitting in the common room, staring into the fire as he sipped from a flask of firewhisky he had confiscated from one of the fifth-years. Snape had slipped in quietly and stood in front of him. Who knew how long he had been there before Lucius looked up and took notice? "It's late," he had said disinterestedly. "You're to be in your room. Faking sleep, if not actually attaining it."
Snape had said nothing, and, ready to reprimand him and make his life just a little more miserable, Lucius had sat up and affected that tone he knew made others scurry to do his bidding, for fear of the repercussions. "Do you really think you don't have to listen to me? That I won't see you punished because we're in the same house?" He had expected to see the thin, greasy little boy scurry off to his room, but instead Snape moved closer, lifted his face, and turned so that the fire illuminated his face instead of obscuring it with shadows.
Lucius took in the bruising on his cheek, the split lip, and narrowed his eyes. "Who did this?"
"James Potter and Sirius Black." There had been no snivelling. Lucius had been grateful for that.
"Why?" He would defend this boy, but not without reason. He knew the boys in question, Gryffindor both, but he also knew the boy in front of him had been Sorted Slytherin for a reason, same as they all had. It would not necessarily be beneath him to present this injury to gain something he wanted-punishment for the other two, likely-and neglect to mention his own culpability in the encounter.
"Because I made Black look like an idiot in Professor Slughorn's class."
Lucius had snorted. "Not hard, I imagine. Well, I will speak to their Head of House in the morning. I'm certain some appropriate punishment can be found. Perhaps Pringle has some ideas. He's quite creative in that way."
Something had flashed in the boy's eyes, not a trick of the firelight, Lucius had been sure. "No."
"No?"
Snape had stood straight, looked him dead in the eye. "No. I won't give them the satisfaction of thinking I ran and told because I couldn't handle this."
"Then what exactly are you doing? Because it appears that's exactly what you came for."
Snape shook his head. "No. I came to tell you that if you want something stronger than that firewhisky that the professors won't be able to smell on your breath, I think I might be able to brew something. For a price."
Lucius had laughed, the brief moment of shock and irritation buried under the amusement of the gall this boy had, and made up his mind then not to write this awkward, greasy boy off completely.
* * *
"Roll over," Severus murmurs in his ear, and Lucius releases the last of the memories he's been pondering without really realising. He loathes taking orders, but this is different. He does as Severus suggests, tangled in his robes that are half-open and hopelessly rumpled. Before they leave the study, he'll have to either change or attempt one of the un-wrinkling spells he's always thought were for the poor bastards who don't own a house-elf.
Hands shove themselves up under Lucius' robes and caress his back roughly. He has been indulging his desires with Severus this way for only two months now, and never has this been gentle. There have been moments that hint at affection, but always there is an underlying current of intensity and desperation in their touches, as if they know-and Lucius is certain they both do-this cannot continue forever.
He buries his face in a pillow, tasting the mustiness of old fabric as he sinks his teeth into the cushion to keep from crying out. On top of him, behind him, Severus grunts with that amused and satisfied noise he makes when he knows he's done something Lucius enjoys. Lucius can feel Severus shift both their robes up, and when a tongue works its way down to his arse, he has to consciously keep from biting the pillow any harder. He does not want to have to explain bite marks to his mother, who notices those sorts of things.
Working an arm underneath his body and taking himself into hand, Lucius strokes himself as Severus prepares to enter him. He is still awkward and a bit greasy and not much to look at, but he has surprisingly skilled hands that make Lucius feel weak and forget those details.
There is a slickness and then pressure against his hole, and Severus shudders as he presses himself into Lucius slowly, savouring the moment as they become one. Lucius raises himself onto his knees, supporting his weight with his forearms, and lets out a choked moan when Severus' hands grip tightly onto his hips and change the angle of penetration.
He is close, very close to coming, when the door at the end of the room opens and a face appears.
Lucius sees the shock in those blue eyes, the perfect, surprised O of a mouth quickly covered by a delicate hand, and the door shuts swiftly and firmly with a click. Behind him, Severus has also halted, and Lucius knows he saw what has just happened, has put it together that things are very bad now, and will only get worse.
"Stay here!" Lucius hisses at the other boy, who looks to be in something like shock. Whereas Lucius feels that his world is quickly spinning, speeding up and threatening to crush him with the force, Severus looks as if everything in his world has come to a stop, leaving him unable to function. "And for Merlin's sake, keep quiet! I'll send a house-elf to get you out of here as soon as I can." He throws on his robe and steps into his boots as quickly as possible, relieved to see Severus at least has the presence of mind to tug his own clothing back on.
He stops at the door and makes an effort to compose himself, entering the corridor with something approaching his usual lazy swagger. He nearly stumbles into the intruder, who is standing with her back to the study door and facing his mother.
"Lucius," his mother says, her warm expression going cool when she takes in his appearance. In his haste, he has forgotten to resecure his hair neatly in the leather tie at the nape of his neck. "I know you've been spending a lot of time in the study lately, but you have a guest." She gestures to the tall blonde who has still not turned around to face him. He does not need to see the woman's face to know who it is. "Surely, you have some time for your fiancée?"
"Of course," he says, thankful his voice gives away no bit of his panic.
"Oh, I shan't keep you long, Lucius, dear," Narcissa Black says smoothly in her musical voice, nothing in the words or tone to indicate what she has just seen. "Mrs Malfoy, could I trouble you for a cup of tea? I have some wedding details I'd like to discuss with you, after a brief chat with Lucius."
The word "wedding" gets his mother going and brightens her disposition considerably. "Oh, it's no trouble at all, darling! Let me see if one of the elves can't find something for us to eat while we go over plans, then." She's off and giving orders without any further prodding. Narcissa already has Lucius' mother wrapped around her dainty little finger.
As soon as Lucius' mother is gone, Narcissa turns to him and looks at him for a long, silent moment. "So, is that where your whims take you, Lucius?" she finally asks, her voice blessedly quiet and without a hint of hysterics. He is so surprised by this he cannot even come up with an answer. She doesn't seem to have expected any different. "Was that the Snape boy?"
"Yes," he acknowledges, aware he must actually say something. "Narcissa, regarding what you saw-"
She holds up a hand. "Just a moment. Do you, Lucius Malfoy, have any inclination to call off this wedding and disgrace us both?"
He hesitates. Lust is one thing, even lust that comes with affection and acceptance, but disgrace and potential disownment is another. "No."
"And, left to your own devices, without consideration to me or your family, would you pursue this...relationship I just witnessed?"
"Not if it means-"
"That's not what I'm asking, Lucius," Narcissa says firmly. "Please, answer the question."
"Yes." He refuses to let her shame him over this.
She nods, again as if this is what she expects. "Well, then. Continue to see Severus. Do what you wish, when you wish. I'll say nothing against it-on the condition that the marriage takes place as planned, and you keep this other relationship discreet."
He looks at her, scrutinises her expression to see if this is some trap. Narcissa, delicate and demure as she appears, is ruthless when she wants to be. He has seen it before. And she is also Slytherin, a fact he considered when he decided not to object to the marriage arrangement. "You're serious?"
She smiles, and he thinks it's a genuine expression. "Why not? The Blacks and the Malfoys have wanted to combine their best assets for generations, and we're both nothing if not the best. With this arrangement, we each get what we want, and we disappoint no one, as long as the rules-our rules-are followed. You are aware there will be a day when you'll need an heir. Wouldn't a wife be helpful?"
Lucius is still staring at her when his mother rejoins them. "Mrs Malfoy, I think I've taken up enough of Lucius' time," she says in that melodious voice. "Let's you and I discuss dresses. I do love your taste-do you have any thoughts on designers?"
When his mother replies in the affirmative and gestures for Narcissa to follow, Lucius relaxes just a fraction. "Just a moment, Mrs Malfoy," she laughs, before taking his hand and reaching up on tiptoe to place a kiss on his cheek. "Now, go back to him and tell him you'll not be separated on my account," she whispers. "I'll keep your mother busy for at least another hour. Two, if I can manage." She tugs him down and he places a little kiss on her temple for appearances. Narcissa beams at him for show and, once his mother has turned away with Narcissa trailing after, gives him a small smile with a look full of meaning over her shoulder.
Severus is sitting on the sofa with his head in his hands when Lucius steps into the room. His posture screams unease and despair, so when Lucius sneaks behind him and places a kiss on his neck, he jumps but catches himself before he cries out. He looks up at Lucius, looking for just a moment like the stubborn but miserable boy Lucius remembers from their school days, but he does not voice the questions he must be thinking.
"Surprising girl, that Narcissa Black," Lucius murmurs into his ear. "Sends her regards." He pulls Severus to him and feels the shaky exhalation against his neck as he slowly undoes the other's robes. "And she promises to keep my mother occupied."
"For the afternoon?" Severus whispers, swallowing hard, but letting Lucius lower him to his back on the sofa.
"And the foreseeable future," Lucius adds. "All she asks is we follow some rules-discretion being the first."
Severus sighs and reaches up to remove Lucius' own robes with one hand, the other lightly pressing against Lucius' slowly returning erection. "Remind me to get her the most extravagant wedding gift she desires. Even if it costs me a decade's salary."
Pairing: Lucius/Severus
Beta: groolover
Rating: R
Word Count: Approx. 2400
Warnings: a bit of smut, some angst, and some vaguely implied potential future Lucius/FemaleCharacter
Summary: Lucius knows his relationship with Severus can only last so long. But he finds himself quite surprised to learn just how long that is.
Disclaimers: Done for fun and not profit. JKR and associates own all things Harry Potter. No copyright infringement intended.
Notes: Written for the 2011 hpvalensmut fest, for a prompt by alafaye . Much thanks to azurelunatic for suggesting this direction.
He's breaking the rules, he knows, but rules have never meant very much to him. They're things other people must abide. Still, there are rules even outside The Rules.
"Quiet," Lucius hisses, aware that the further they go, the more they risk. "If you don't shut your fool mouth, someone will hear us."
The boy-not really accurate now he's of age and out of what passes for a school-atop him pulls back for a moment. "Can't have that, now can we? What would your parents say, seeing you with a half-blood? They'd likely not even notice I was male."
Lucius only growls at him. This isn't the first time they've had this conversation, and by now it's lost nearly all its sting. He still remembers when this boy was sorted Slytherin, an unimpressive and awkward thing who spent the rest of the Welcoming Feast staring at the table of Gryffindors. "True enough. Really, though, Severus, do keep quiet. Father's at the Ministry and Mother's in the garden, but that doesn't mean someone else won't h-"
Severus silences him with a kiss. At least it's quiet. And he does a reasonable job of keeping the volume down. In fact, Lucius finds he's the one stifling moans after a moment. This boy is still young, still naïve in the ways of the world, still hopeless as far as using any possible influence he might have. Not that he has much. And yet, here they are, entwined on the sofa that's been in the family longer than Lucius even knows.
Lucius pushes these thoughts aside. No, Severus possesses none of the charm Lucius had always assumed he wanted in a lover, and the thought of him with any political or social influence is laughable. But there is an intensity to him that radiates out, even through his dark eyes and sallow complexion. There is a passion there that only seems to build until it must explode. And Lucius has found he's oddly willing to be that outlet.
They're supposed to be weighing Severus' potential employment options right now, a continuation of the tips Lucius used to give the younger man when they were in Slytherin together. Even as a prefect, Lucius was only too willing to give up on the younger students when they failed to show promise. But there had been something about Severus that said that despite his blood status, he was someone who might make something of himself. He might just be someone after all, and not just for the insight he seemed to have in charms and potions, putting even the seventh-years to shame when it came to quick understanding of new concepts.
He remembers a night in seventh year, sitting in the common room, staring into the fire as he sipped from a flask of firewhisky he had confiscated from one of the fifth-years. Snape had slipped in quietly and stood in front of him. Who knew how long he had been there before Lucius looked up and took notice? "It's late," he had said disinterestedly. "You're to be in your room. Faking sleep, if not actually attaining it."
Snape had said nothing, and, ready to reprimand him and make his life just a little more miserable, Lucius had sat up and affected that tone he knew made others scurry to do his bidding, for fear of the repercussions. "Do you really think you don't have to listen to me? That I won't see you punished because we're in the same house?" He had expected to see the thin, greasy little boy scurry off to his room, but instead Snape moved closer, lifted his face, and turned so that the fire illuminated his face instead of obscuring it with shadows.
Lucius took in the bruising on his cheek, the split lip, and narrowed his eyes. "Who did this?"
"James Potter and Sirius Black." There had been no snivelling. Lucius had been grateful for that.
"Why?" He would defend this boy, but not without reason. He knew the boys in question, Gryffindor both, but he also knew the boy in front of him had been Sorted Slytherin for a reason, same as they all had. It would not necessarily be beneath him to present this injury to gain something he wanted-punishment for the other two, likely-and neglect to mention his own culpability in the encounter.
"Because I made Black look like an idiot in Professor Slughorn's class."
Lucius had snorted. "Not hard, I imagine. Well, I will speak to their Head of House in the morning. I'm certain some appropriate punishment can be found. Perhaps Pringle has some ideas. He's quite creative in that way."
Something had flashed in the boy's eyes, not a trick of the firelight, Lucius had been sure. "No."
"No?"
Snape had stood straight, looked him dead in the eye. "No. I won't give them the satisfaction of thinking I ran and told because I couldn't handle this."
"Then what exactly are you doing? Because it appears that's exactly what you came for."
Snape shook his head. "No. I came to tell you that if you want something stronger than that firewhisky that the professors won't be able to smell on your breath, I think I might be able to brew something. For a price."
Lucius had laughed, the brief moment of shock and irritation buried under the amusement of the gall this boy had, and made up his mind then not to write this awkward, greasy boy off completely.
* * *
"Roll over," Severus murmurs in his ear, and Lucius releases the last of the memories he's been pondering without really realising. He loathes taking orders, but this is different. He does as Severus suggests, tangled in his robes that are half-open and hopelessly rumpled. Before they leave the study, he'll have to either change or attempt one of the un-wrinkling spells he's always thought were for the poor bastards who don't own a house-elf.
Hands shove themselves up under Lucius' robes and caress his back roughly. He has been indulging his desires with Severus this way for only two months now, and never has this been gentle. There have been moments that hint at affection, but always there is an underlying current of intensity and desperation in their touches, as if they know-and Lucius is certain they both do-this cannot continue forever.
He buries his face in a pillow, tasting the mustiness of old fabric as he sinks his teeth into the cushion to keep from crying out. On top of him, behind him, Severus grunts with that amused and satisfied noise he makes when he knows he's done something Lucius enjoys. Lucius can feel Severus shift both their robes up, and when a tongue works its way down to his arse, he has to consciously keep from biting the pillow any harder. He does not want to have to explain bite marks to his mother, who notices those sorts of things.
Working an arm underneath his body and taking himself into hand, Lucius strokes himself as Severus prepares to enter him. He is still awkward and a bit greasy and not much to look at, but he has surprisingly skilled hands that make Lucius feel weak and forget those details.
There is a slickness and then pressure against his hole, and Severus shudders as he presses himself into Lucius slowly, savouring the moment as they become one. Lucius raises himself onto his knees, supporting his weight with his forearms, and lets out a choked moan when Severus' hands grip tightly onto his hips and change the angle of penetration.
He is close, very close to coming, when the door at the end of the room opens and a face appears.
Lucius sees the shock in those blue eyes, the perfect, surprised O of a mouth quickly covered by a delicate hand, and the door shuts swiftly and firmly with a click. Behind him, Severus has also halted, and Lucius knows he saw what has just happened, has put it together that things are very bad now, and will only get worse.
"Stay here!" Lucius hisses at the other boy, who looks to be in something like shock. Whereas Lucius feels that his world is quickly spinning, speeding up and threatening to crush him with the force, Severus looks as if everything in his world has come to a stop, leaving him unable to function. "And for Merlin's sake, keep quiet! I'll send a house-elf to get you out of here as soon as I can." He throws on his robe and steps into his boots as quickly as possible, relieved to see Severus at least has the presence of mind to tug his own clothing back on.
He stops at the door and makes an effort to compose himself, entering the corridor with something approaching his usual lazy swagger. He nearly stumbles into the intruder, who is standing with her back to the study door and facing his mother.
"Lucius," his mother says, her warm expression going cool when she takes in his appearance. In his haste, he has forgotten to resecure his hair neatly in the leather tie at the nape of his neck. "I know you've been spending a lot of time in the study lately, but you have a guest." She gestures to the tall blonde who has still not turned around to face him. He does not need to see the woman's face to know who it is. "Surely, you have some time for your fiancée?"
"Of course," he says, thankful his voice gives away no bit of his panic.
"Oh, I shan't keep you long, Lucius, dear," Narcissa Black says smoothly in her musical voice, nothing in the words or tone to indicate what she has just seen. "Mrs Malfoy, could I trouble you for a cup of tea? I have some wedding details I'd like to discuss with you, after a brief chat with Lucius."
The word "wedding" gets his mother going and brightens her disposition considerably. "Oh, it's no trouble at all, darling! Let me see if one of the elves can't find something for us to eat while we go over plans, then." She's off and giving orders without any further prodding. Narcissa already has Lucius' mother wrapped around her dainty little finger.
As soon as Lucius' mother is gone, Narcissa turns to him and looks at him for a long, silent moment. "So, is that where your whims take you, Lucius?" she finally asks, her voice blessedly quiet and without a hint of hysterics. He is so surprised by this he cannot even come up with an answer. She doesn't seem to have expected any different. "Was that the Snape boy?"
"Yes," he acknowledges, aware he must actually say something. "Narcissa, regarding what you saw-"
She holds up a hand. "Just a moment. Do you, Lucius Malfoy, have any inclination to call off this wedding and disgrace us both?"
He hesitates. Lust is one thing, even lust that comes with affection and acceptance, but disgrace and potential disownment is another. "No."
"And, left to your own devices, without consideration to me or your family, would you pursue this...relationship I just witnessed?"
"Not if it means-"
"That's not what I'm asking, Lucius," Narcissa says firmly. "Please, answer the question."
"Yes." He refuses to let her shame him over this.
She nods, again as if this is what she expects. "Well, then. Continue to see Severus. Do what you wish, when you wish. I'll say nothing against it-on the condition that the marriage takes place as planned, and you keep this other relationship discreet."
He looks at her, scrutinises her expression to see if this is some trap. Narcissa, delicate and demure as she appears, is ruthless when she wants to be. He has seen it before. And she is also Slytherin, a fact he considered when he decided not to object to the marriage arrangement. "You're serious?"
She smiles, and he thinks it's a genuine expression. "Why not? The Blacks and the Malfoys have wanted to combine their best assets for generations, and we're both nothing if not the best. With this arrangement, we each get what we want, and we disappoint no one, as long as the rules-our rules-are followed. You are aware there will be a day when you'll need an heir. Wouldn't a wife be helpful?"
Lucius is still staring at her when his mother rejoins them. "Mrs Malfoy, I think I've taken up enough of Lucius' time," she says in that melodious voice. "Let's you and I discuss dresses. I do love your taste-do you have any thoughts on designers?"
When his mother replies in the affirmative and gestures for Narcissa to follow, Lucius relaxes just a fraction. "Just a moment, Mrs Malfoy," she laughs, before taking his hand and reaching up on tiptoe to place a kiss on his cheek. "Now, go back to him and tell him you'll not be separated on my account," she whispers. "I'll keep your mother busy for at least another hour. Two, if I can manage." She tugs him down and he places a little kiss on her temple for appearances. Narcissa beams at him for show and, once his mother has turned away with Narcissa trailing after, gives him a small smile with a look full of meaning over her shoulder.
Severus is sitting on the sofa with his head in his hands when Lucius steps into the room. His posture screams unease and despair, so when Lucius sneaks behind him and places a kiss on his neck, he jumps but catches himself before he cries out. He looks up at Lucius, looking for just a moment like the stubborn but miserable boy Lucius remembers from their school days, but he does not voice the questions he must be thinking.
"Surprising girl, that Narcissa Black," Lucius murmurs into his ear. "Sends her regards." He pulls Severus to him and feels the shaky exhalation against his neck as he slowly undoes the other's robes. "And she promises to keep my mother occupied."
"For the afternoon?" Severus whispers, swallowing hard, but letting Lucius lower him to his back on the sofa.
"And the foreseeable future," Lucius adds. "All she asks is we follow some rules-discretion being the first."
Severus sighs and reaches up to remove Lucius' own robes with one hand, the other lightly pressing against Lucius' slowly returning erection. "Remind me to get her the most extravagant wedding gift she desires. Even if it costs me a decade's salary."