slyther_in | FIC: Untidy (Lucius/Snape, NC-17, KINK warning)

Untidy
by

cruisedirector
Pairing: Lucius Malfoy/Severus Snape
Rating: big fat NC-17
Summary: Severus can't seem to deny Lucius anything.
Warnings: Um, kink. Oh, yeah, kink. Not a lot of kink, just one big fat wet goldenshowery kink. Yes, watersports. Squicked? Please just move along.
Disclaimer: Joanne doesn't want to own this.

Notes: Make sure to read that warning up there. Takes place in the same universe as Taboo and Initiation.

Untidy
by Ashinae and Your Cruise Director

Severus Snape is sitting in Lucius Malfoy's living room, nibbling on cheese and drinking water, when Lucius suddenly makes an announcement that very nearly causes Severus to choke:

"You've never offered to let me piss on you."

"Uhh," stammers Severus. It is true that he has never offered, for that is not the sort of thing he thinks that people simply suggest. Though he has watched Lucius piss -- surreptitiously, he had thought -- when they have shared a bathroom, and he would be lying if he said he had never entertained the thought, though he does not know how he gave himself away, of Lucius pushing him down and doing it to him, on him...

"I assumed that if you wanted to, you would just do it," he scowls before his face can grow any warmer.

Lucius smiles wickedly. "I would never do anything you didn't want me to do," he tells Severus, who glares back.

"You've already done many things I didn't want you to do!"

"I have? Oh, dear," Lucius smirks.

"Anyway," adds Severus defensively, "You've never said you wanted to piss on me."

"I'm saying it now," purrs Lucius.

"Oh." Severus swallows, waiting to see if Lucius is going to ask for permission, but Lucius merely continues to smile patiently. "N-now?"

"Why not?"

"Well, I, uh," Severus struggles for something to say to stall, to turn the mood or perhaps embarrass the unflappable older man. "I didn't know if you needed to piss."

Lucius' brow wrinkles. "Actually, I don't." Without breaking eye contact with Severus, he lifts his water glass, drains it in one gulp, and refills it from the carafe.

"Well, I'll just," Severus tries for dignity, "be over here, reading the Prophet."

"Mmhmm," agrees Lucius, with his mouth on his rapidly emptying glass.

Severus tries to read, squirming, appalled at how hard he is. It is difficult to hold the paper when his hands want to tremble. "Why, exactly, do you want to piss on me?"

"Because," Lucius says thoughtfully, softly. "You're mine."

The words make Severus gulp, and his hands do shake. He folds the Daily Prophet and puts it down on the table. "How very...animalistic of you." He takes another deep breath. "If you don't mind my asking...where are you planning to do it?"

"Hm," ponders Lucius, raising an eyebrow. "Maybe upstairs. Bathroom."

"Ah. That is, I meant where on me."

The look that Lucius sweeps over Severus is excruciatingly arousing; Severus tries discreetly to wipe his palms on the fabric seat of the chair. "I'm not sure," the older wizard smiles knowingly. "Maybe your chest?"

"Why my chest?"

"It seems as good a place as any." Lucius leans closer, conspiratorially. "You could kneel in front of me..."

Severus' imagination sparks to life. He can feel the cool tile under his knees, the warmth radiating from Lucius' naked body, and then the scalding stream as it comes out, running down his chest, tickling over his nipples, flowing down his abdomen into his groin...heat rises in his face, and he must wipe his palms dry again. "You could do it...almost anywhere...with me kneeling in front of you."

"That's true," Lucius says as if this hasn't even occurred to him, smiling at Severus like a teacher proud of a clever pupil. "Perhaps I could do it on your belly. Or...lower, if you'd like." The older man's eyes move, following the direction of his suggestion, so that Severus must shift to hide his erection. "I thought perhaps I could try to make this enjoyable for you. Hmm? What do you think?" Lucius reaches out and tugs him closer. "Do you want me to piss..." His hand slides hand down Severus' belly and covers his cock. "Here?"

The gentle touch makes Severus jolt several inches out of his chair. "Oh," he gasps. "I don't, well, if you're going to do it anyway, I suppose that's as good a place as any."

Lucius pulls Severus even closer. "You don't...what? You don't want it?"

It takes a few hard breaths before Severus can answer the question. "Am I...supposed to want it?" The eyes on him are relentless. "Well, of course if you want it, then I'm willing to...try it..."

"That's not what I asked." The warm hand strokes Severus' cock through his clothing. "Do. you. want. it." And the fingers squeeze.

"Aah!" Severus' cry is embarrassingly loud. "I can't think with you doing that." Instantly Lucius steps back, pulling his hand away. "Where are you going?"

Lucius clasps hands in front of him and smiles. "I'm giving you plenty of space so that you can think."

"What do you want me to think for?" Severus snaps.

"I sometimes ask myself that question." Lucius laughs loudly, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

"That isn't fair. I said you c..." Severus halts, realizing that he still hasn't asked Lucius to do this, which is unquestionably what Lucius wants. He amends, "I didn't say you couldn't."

"Oh." Bright eyes are taunting him. "So you actually don't want it?"

"I...don't mind..." And it isn't fair. "This was your idea! I'm not going to beg for it!" Lucius raises an eyebrow and shifts again, now looking distinctly uncomfortable. "Why does everything have to be my responsibility!"

"Very well. If you expect me to make your decisions for you." Lucius lunges, takes hold of Severus' arm and leads him upstairs.

Severus allows himself to be pulled, protesting all the way. "I didn't say I expected you to make my decisions for me! Though you often do make my decisions for me! What would you do if I said no?"

"I would try to convince you to change your mind. By asking if you were absolutely certain you didn't want it."

"What does it matter to you what I want?"

Lucius whirls. "What have I forced on you?"

"I never would have thought about this if you hadn't asked!" This is, of course, a lie. What is true is that Severus would never have thought that he might actually get to have it, and that is what seems so cruel, that acknowledgment wrested from him when this has all been Lucius' plan.

"That is different than forcing you, isn't it?" His eyes are cold, hard, and he grips Severus' arm tightly. "If I were to force you, I wouldn't ask if you wanted something. I would make you do it. I would rip off your robes, shove you to your knees, and do whatever it was that I pleased. Have I done that?" Severus' knees are shaking; he shakes his head. "Is that what you want me to do, so it isn't your responsibility? Hmm? I thought you didn't want to be my whore."

Mouth dry, palms drenched, Severus chokes out, "You can't pay most whores for this. Besides, you said you wanted to do it. To prove that I'm...I'm yours."

The hand gripping Severus' arm relents suddenly, and Lucius smiles approvingly. "Very good point," he nods, again speaking as mentor to protégé. "So take off your robe, and get on your knees."

With incredible difficulty, Severus begins to remove his clothes, fumbling at the fastenings because his hands won't hold still. Lucius doesn't bother trying to help, removing his own robes gracefully and hanging them on the back of the door. "In the bathtub," he orders. "It'll be easier to clean up that way."

"W-won't the house elves do it?"

"Do you want them to clean you?" The eyes darken as Lucius squirms, and Severus realizes that the older man is genuinely uncomfortable now. "In, Severus," he points at the tub.

Severus gets in, and Lucius follows, pushing him to his knees. He bites back a whimper as Lucius traces his lips with his finger.

"Do you want it?"

"Yes."

For a moment Severus lets his eyes close, blocking out the overwhelming image of Lucius standing over him; then he opens them again, terrified, but not wanting to miss anything. Lucius is very nearly frowning, eyebrows drawing together, but he waits, waits, and Severus trembles with want that he suspects is as great as Lucius' need to empty his bladder.

"Please don't make me beg."

The other man's face relaxes a fraction, and his lips curl as his fingers wrap around his cock. "Good boy," he says. "I won't make you...but you can if you like." He lets out a soft sigh as he lets go, and the sound of his relief is nearly as erotic as the feel of the stream that hits the middle of Severus' chest, spilling down his body. Lucius' piss is scalding hot and smells of musk and firewhiskey and ammonia, like a potion to ward off predators, not entirely unpleasant.

Severus moans, grabs his cock and squeezes it, can't keep from arching upward into the spray. "Please..." he whispers, not meaning to. Then Lucius aims lower, over Severus' cock. "Lucius...ahh...hot...fuck..." He writhes in the steady flow, its sharp scent burning his nostrils, trying not to jack himself off, but his hand is moving.

Lucius lets out an undignified whimper as the stream trickles away and he drops to his knees in front of Severus. He reaches out and wraps his fingers in Severus' hair, pulling him forward for a hard, demanding kiss. Severus launches himself forward, even though he thinks Lucius may kill him for touching him when he's so dirty; he is frantic to get his cock in contact with Lucius' skin. Awkwardly, Lucius tugs him onto his lap, clutching at his hips. "Come for me, Severus. Come on me."

That is all it takes; with a cry, Severus comes so hard he hits Lucius' chin, and continues to pump over his chest and belly. Lucius shudders, wrapping his arms around Severus' back and pressing his face against his neck.

"Oh," moans Severus. "I'm sorry. I'm...I didn't mean to touch you..."

"Shhh." Lucius squeezes his hand between their bodies and grasps his own cock. "Merlin's balls, Severus. You're... you're..." He groans.

"I know. I'm filthy. I'm shameless." Severus kisses the side of Lucius' face, not daring to try to kiss his mouth. "Let me..." He nudges his fingers between Lucius' on his cock, stroking.

"In -- in desperate -- Oh fuck! -- need of...a bath!" Lucius takes Severus' head in his hands and kisses him as he thrusts shallowly into Severus' hand.

"Yes...oh...let me..." Severus lowers his head and sucks the tip of Lucius' cock into his mouth. He can't get much more of it at that angle, but he licks enthusiastically. Then Lucius comes with a grunt, spurting over his lips and chin, grabbing the edge of the tub to keep from collapsing back against the faucet. Licking around his lips and Lucius' cock, Severus' head rubs against Lucius' belly, covered in fluid from both of them; he would taste it if he dared, if he did not think Lucius might call him a whore.

Lucius drops his hand to Severus' head again. He speaks softly. "Look at the mess we made." Severus moans, decides that he is past the point of shame and takes a long swipe of his tongue over Lucius' abdomen. The taste makes his tongue curl, bitterly salty slick liquid, yet he swallows it, the flavor of both of them mixed together.

Lucius gropes behind himself to turn on the tub, then jumps, crashing into Severus' chin. "Aagh! Cold!" Without a wand, Severus has no way to warm up the water using a spell, but he holds onto Lucius as the tap slowly heats the water. "Thank you," Lucius says, reaching for the soap and a sponge in a recessed compartment in the tile wall. He washes himself, and then, almost as an afterthought, washes Severus as well.

"You didn't mind that I...got it all over you?" Severus asks uneasily. "I thought you wanted me in the tub so there was no chance that you'd have to touch me until I was clean."

"Mmm..." Lucius twists Severus around so that his back is against the older man's chest. Leaning forward, he sucks on Severus' neck. "You're very good to me. You'll do nearly anything I ask." Lathering his hands again, he rubs suds over Severus' chest. "Why?"

"I. Oh. Not anything."

"Hmm...what have you refused me?"

Severus tries to think. "You haven't asked for anything...terribly dangerous, or offensive..." All right, most people would have considered what they just did highly offensive, but he is not most people, as Lucius seems well aware.

"True." The hands continue to cover Severus in soap. "But what I have asked you, you've not denied me. You could have. I've asked for some...decidedly 'different' sorts of things."

Severus is glad that he is not facing the older man, so eye contact is not possible. "Well, maybe I have...different taste than most people." Suddenly he feels defensive again. "Am I not putting up enough resistance? Is it only fun for you if I have to be persuaded?"

"No, no...I quite enjoy it when you spread your legs and beg for me," Lucius chuckles, and says almost affectionately: "Slut."

It is difficult for Severus to know whether to be offended or not. "Why did you want me to ask for this?" he demands.

"Because I wanted to hear you say 'Yes.'"

What he means, thinks Severus, is that he wanted to hear how very much Severus wanted it. "Yet you have contempt for anyone you find submissive. Do you not find that submissive? Being...marked like that?"

"I do not have contempt for you, if that's what you're asking. You fight me, Severus. You argue and you question and you are so fucking stubborn. I'm not sure I'd qualify this as submissive behavior. Would you?"

Severus squirms under the soapy fingers drifting in an unconscious pattern, or perhaps a conscious one, a spell in soap written on his skin. "I suppose not. But...you wanted me on my knees. And I let you. I enjoyed it."

"So did I. Couldn't you tell? That's the quickest I've come since I was a teenager." With the sponge, Lucius starts wiping the soap from Severus' body.

"Yes, but you were...dominating me. Standing over me. Doing...that."

"But you didn't get on your knees and beg me to piss on you the instant I said I wanted to."

Severus twitches hard. Quietly he asks, "If I had, would you have done it?"

"No. Does that disappoint you?"

"I could have," Severus admits in a low voice. "Does that disappoint you?" He turns, but Lucius is looking down.

"I'm not sure." Abruptly he finds his face under scrutiny. "Are you trying to analyze me again, Severus?"

"I'm trying," he begins. "Not. To ruin things."

Lucius looks startled. "I see." Severus sighs, then takes the soap from him and lathers his own hands, tentatively brushing them over Lucius. "Why are you -- " Lucius pauses before trying again. "You're worried about...ruining things?"

"Do you have any idea how difficult it is to find a balance between not being overly submissive and making you angry?"

Lucius sighs. "This again?"

Severus looks at him for a long moment. "Never mind," he says and goes back to scrubbing perfunctorily.

"And now you're going to sulk."

"Now, as I do at least twice a week, I am going to wonder if today will be the day when you decide that you've tired of me. That I haven't read you perfectly this time, and I've said yes too quickly or no too quickly or asked for something you've decided that I shouldn't have." He squeezes the soap too hard, and it goes flying out of his hand, into the tile wall.

Lucius catches the soap before it hits him in the head after bouncing off the wall. He wordlessly hands the soap back to Severus and doesn't say anything for a moment. "I've no plans to tire of you," he says eventually.

Severus makes a low clucking noise. "Shouldn't tell me that. I might get careless. Next time you make a suggestion I might acquiesce too quickly, or fight until you're truly angry."

"Then I'll just send you to bed without dessert for being naughty." Lucius pulls Severus close and kisses him, making the task of getting clean much more difficult. "I've gotten quite used to you, you know."

Comfortable, for Lucius, can so easily turn to boredom; Severus cannot relax even in his arms. There is only one certain cure for boredom with Lucius, and that is to arouse him.

Recent flashback, then. "It's a shame," Severus prods, "there's such a stigma attached to this act. The physical sensation is quite striking. Piss is so much warmer than one expects it to be. And more concentrated, not at all like a shower."

Lucius' eyebrows lift practically to his hairline. "Indeed," he intones.

"And, you know, the look on your face."

"What look?"

"Well, it's complicated. Relief, I suppose, and triumph. But also just a bit...wicked." Lucius is watching him intently now, with parted lips and an odd expression; Severus knows the conversation is exciting him. "How did it feel to you?"

"...good," says Lucius, considering. "'Wicked,' I suppose. Arousing."

"It probably feels stranger to be on the receiving end." Lucius shifts restlessly, and Severus feels a tiny, exultant grin threaten in the corners of his mouth. "Am I embarrassing you? You looked uncomfortable for a moment."

"Not...uncomfortable," demurs Lucius. "This water is getting cold."

"Do you want to get out of the tub?"

"Not...really."

That surprises Severus, who had thought he was getting close to being fucked over the sink, or the desk, or if he's lucky, in Lucius' enormous bed with the heavy tapestries and the metal posts. "Perhaps you have stronger Slytherin blood, but I think my skin is going to peel off if we stay in here much longer." Moreover, he needs to relieve himself.

"Do you want...Severus..." Very uncharacteristically, Lucius falls silent.

"Do I want...?"

"To. Do what I... Fuck. I can't say it. To...do what I...did to you."

Severus gapes, unable to close his mouth. "Do I...to...you mean on you?" Lucius nods shortly, looking away. "Oh. Ah." Severus does not look at him, and suddenly understands why they are still sitting in dirty, chilly water. "Now?"

"If you -- I mean. If you don't -- have to -- then we can certainly do it another time."

"I have to quite urgently, actually. But if you...want time to think about it..."

"No. No, I don't want to think about it."

Severus puts a hand on the side of the tub and pushes himself upright, facing away from Lucius. "Perhaps this isn't a good idea. If you're going to be sorry afterwards."

"I won't. It's just that I'm sure if I don't do it now, I won't later, because I'll start telling myself all the reasons why we shouldn't have done it at all. Fuck. Severus. I want you to."

Severus turns slowly and looks down at Lucius, who is still waist-deep in water. "We're going to have to start the bath all over," he points out.

Lucius licks his lip, and looks up at Severus. "What a pity."

There are goosebumps on Severus' body now that he is standing, out of the warm water. "Pull the drain plug," he suggests.

Lucius twists around and pulls the plug, and the water starts to swirl away. He watches it a moment, then turns to Severus again, sitting back more comfortably on his heels. "Are you nervous?" he asks.

"Yes," Severus says shortly. His eyes move back and forth between Lucius and the draining water.

"Don't be." Lucius trails a hand up Severus' leg. "I won't bite."

Severus jumps as if Lucius has, in fact, bitten his thigh. "Just tell me how you want it."

"How about just the way I did it to you?"

"It may..." Severus barks a short laugh. "There may be quite a lot."

"That's all right." Lucius swallows, looks down, and then up again, shivering. "Let it out, Severus."

Severus' cock twitches at the command as if it can hear. He reaches for it, trying to keep from getting hard, brow furrowing in concentration, and his eyes close briefly. "Would you mind...not looking, at first?"

Lucius closes his eyes. "Just...do it to me." His hands ball into fists at his sides. Severus gulps in a deep breath, braces his feet against the sides of the tub and splays the fingers of his free hand on the tiles to steady himself. A stream jets out of his cock, stutters as if it knows it's being naughty, then resumes forcefully, sending tiny spatters ricocheting off the skin of Lucius' belly. It feels astonishingly good.

Lucius' body jerks and he kneels up a little higher. He doesn't make a sound, doesn't open his eyes, but his hand flies up to grasp the edge of the tub. The flood continues, its loud hiss echoing in the quiet room. Severus breathes through his mouth, very nearly panting. He is aiming at Lucius' groin, watching the skin turn pink under the hard, hot flow which is pouring over Lucius' cock and down his thighs.

Lucius opens his eyes, slowly raising them up to Severus' face. His free hand reaches for his cock, tentatively wrapping his fingers around the base, stroking slowly. He sucks in a breath, then moans, very softly. "Severus..."

"I can't stop," gasps Severus in terror, pissing hard, hips thrust forward. Oh, he would not stop if he could...

"Don't," Lucius says, his voice strained, "don't. Oh -- fuck."

Severus' knees are trembling; he braces one foot more firmly against the edge of the tub and slides damp, slippery fingers across the wall tiles. He is staring from Lucius' face to his cock and the golden current streaming between their bodies. As Lucius' hand moves in a more urgent rhythm on his cock, his breath starts to come in little gasps, drawn in through his open mouth. His eyes drop from Severus' face down to Severus' cock, and he lets out a ragged groan.

"Oh," says Severus. The stream falters, resumes again as a trickle, and he collapses on one knee against the side of the tub, leaning his cock close to Lucius', holding on to his shoulder for support as he sprays a final burst onto him.

A cry is torn from Lucius as he comes, spurting over his hand, his belly, over Severus -- and, gasping, he leans forward to rest his head on Severus' shoulder. Severus does not speak, perhaps cannot speak. His face drops into Lucius' hair, the hand holding his cock pulling away to slide over Lucius' arm to his back.

Lucius' arms snake around Severus, holding him tight. Someone is shaking -- and Severus suspects that it isn't himself. He feels like he should say something, but nothing intelligent comes to mind.

"Do you want me to turn the water on?" Severus asks finally in a voice that hardly sounds like his own.

"Should -- wash. Yes." But Lucius makes no move to allow Severus to go anywhere, even if it's mere inches behind him.

Undisturbed now by his bladder, Severus' cock is stirring again, prodding insistently against Lucius' belly. He tries to shift back, but Lucius is holding him tightly.

Finally Lucius pulls back. His face looks hot, and the look he gives Severus is almost, but not quite, shy. "I'll get cleaned up," he says, "and then we can do something about this." His fingers tease lightly over Severus' cock.

Severus chokes out a noise, and fights the urge to rub his cock in Lucius' face, demanding that he suck it, now...he pulls his shaking fingers from Lucius' skin, looks at the yellow liquid pooling at the bottom of the tub, and says, "Let me," reaching over Lucius to the taps, which are comfortably cool and solid in his hands.

Lucius twists around, reaching for soap and sponge, and he cleans himself thoroughly, as quickly as he can with still-shaking hands. "I -- want you to fuck me," he says, looking down as he wipes down his belly.

Severus nods; he does not think that he can speak, neither to question nor to thank Lucius. He takes the sponge and swipes it across his thighs and cock, then wrings it out, leaving it on the side of the tub.

After rising shakily to his feet, Lucius reaches for towels, handing one to Severus. "Did you like it?" he asks.

"I'm not sure 'like' is the word I would use," Severus manages to get out as he roughly dries his skin, leaving it red and blotchy.

Lucius drops his towel to the floor, and grasps Severus' wrist, guiding him out to the bedroom. "What word would you use?"

Severus had needed to piss so badly that he had been practically cross-eyed when he stood in the tub; when the first jet shot out of him, and he watched Lucius arch into it, it was almost as powerful as coming, only thrilling in a way he couldn't have anticipated. It had gone on utterly beyond his control, and he had thought for an awful minute that Lucius would tell him to stop it which he hadn't thought he could do even for long enough to redirect the stream into the drain. And then the way Lucius had looked at him...

"Severus?" Lucius reaches out and pushes the hair back from Severus' face. "Are you still with me?"

"It was...an intense experience," he manages to say.

Then suddenly Lucius grins, wickedly, and replies, "It was, wasn't it?" He tugs on Severus' wrist, pulling him into motion again. "Now come and fuck me."

Severus follows, letting himself be led, wondering how it is that even when Lucius is asking him to fuck him -- no, telling him to fuck him -- he has Severus completely within his control.

Lucius climbs onto his bed. He lies back, and stretches out a hand invitingly. "Come make me scream," he says, and licks his lip. Severus follows him down, pressing his cock against Lucius' hip as he gazes at his face, thinking that he cannot make Lucius scream; only Lucius decides when to do that. "What?" Lucius asks, smiling under Severus' gaze. He strokes Severus' cheek with the backs of his fingers. "You look so serious."

"You own me," Severus says slowly, as if he has just realized it. Not even being marked by Lucius' piss had brought that home to him so clearly.

"I do?" Lucius says lightly. "Fancy that." And Lucius smiles more, kisses Severus' forehead. "Can I call you mine, then?"

Severus feels his knees start to shake and stills them with pure force of will. "You will call me whatever you want, I'm sure," he says in a low voice.

"I probably will." Lucius cannot seem to keep his hands away from Severus' hair, his skin. He continues to smile, and speak lightly. "I want you," he says, "please, Severus."

Severus could summon the ointment he knows Lucius keeps in the drawer in the table beside his bed, but that would be too easy, for himself and Lucius both. He slides down Lucius' body, over the side of the bed, and lifts one of Lucius' legs over his shoulder to give him access to his backside. Lucius' breath catches in his throat, but he doesn't say a word about the fact that Severus seems to be about to take him unprepared. He shifts a little, getting comfortable. He wants this. He asked for it. He wets his lip and smiles again.

Severus pushes up on Lucius' legs, still startled at the lack of resistance. He slides slowly to his knees on the floor, and buries his face in the hot wet spot behind Lucius' balls. Lucius moans softly, squirming. As Severus' tongue touches his hole, his hand comes up to card his fingers through Severus' hair, encouraging him with little tugs.

Severus plunges his tongue deep; Lucius is clean, he tastes like soap, his skin is soft from being in the water for so long and the muscles relax more easily than usual. He is very hard, and wants to fuck Lucius, but not until he's ready.

Lucius arches his back, moans bubbling out of him. "Severus... Oh. That's so good. Can never get enough of that. Oh. Please..." Severus is grateful that he does not have to speak. His tongue is busy, his hands are busy as well, stroking Lucius' cock, spreading his thighs wider. He presses his own cock into the covers on the mattress. Lucius lets out a whimper, his free hand grasping Severus' wrist. "I... please." He thrusts up into Severus' hand. "Severus, I'm not sure I...oh."

Severus lifts his head, replacing his tongue with his thumb. "You're not sure...?"

"I..." Lucius pushes against Severus' thumb. Perhaps he wasn't sure if he was going to be able to actually go another round, but his cock seems to have other ideas about it. "Not sure I can wait," he says, eventually, lifting his head to look down at Severus who rises, pushing Lucius back on the bed as he leans over him. He rubs the fluid leaking from the tip of his cock around the sides, hoping that it will be enough, and kneels between Lucius' legs on the bed. "Do you want to turn?" he asks.

"No," Lucius replies, shaking his head. "I want to be able to see you."

"Well," says Severus and presses down, encountering more resistance than usual because of the relative lack of lubrication. This will not, he thinks, take long anyway.

Lucius gasps, reaching up and grasping at Severus' arms. While his hands tighten, he stares up at Severus' face, and whispers, "Yes, yes..." And he pushes against Severus, trying to take him in.

"Do you want me to stop and get something?" Severus breathes.

"No," Lucius says, "no, stay. It'll --" He gasps as he moves against Severus again. "I'll be fine." Severus knows then that he is hurting him, knows that this may be used against him later -- after all those things Lucius said about not having forced him to do anything -- but he chooses to take him at his word, for he is already swelling, stiffening, so close. Lucius pulls him down, kisses him, strokes his back and his neck and his chest. "Fuck me," he whispers. "Make me come again." Severus presses in, feels something give, groans; pulls back, thrusts again, and knows he is not going to last.

Lucius lifts his hips, rocking with Severus, encouraging him to move faster, harder. "Let go," he murmurs into Severus' ear, "I know you want to. Severus, let go." Groaning harshly, Severus slams in once, lets his head fall forward and bites at Lucius' shoulder to keep control; pulls back, jerks his hips, and though he bites down on his lip, calls out Lucius' name.

Almost tenderly, Lucius gathers Severus in his arms and holds him against his chest. He presses a kiss to Severus' forehead. Severus is shaking, hips stuttering over Lucius', crushing his cock between them. He keeps his eyes tightly closed.

Frowning, probably feeling the tremors moving through Severus' body, Lucius strokes his back. "Severus? Are you all right?"

"It's too much," Severus chokes out. His body has not felt right to him since he rose in the tub, maybe even earlier, like something utterly outside his own power.

"What is?" Lucius rolls Severus over onto his back, leaning over him. His fingers hesitantly touch Severus' face. Severus wants to take the fingers in his mouth and suck them, for the comfort of sucking and so that he does not have to speak. "I'm sorry. I must have been in the bath too long," he mutters.

Lucius doesn't reply to this right away. He tucks a stray strand of hair behind Severus' ear. "I hate it when you lie to me," he says eventually.

"I'm not lying," Severus evades. "It has been a long day, and it's been...a long time."

"It has indeed," Lucius says, slowly, tracing a finger over Severus' cheek. "And perhaps all of this was a bit much."

Severus tries to rouse himself, knowing that Lucius did not come and he specifically asked for it. "What would you like?"

"Don't worry about it, Severus. I -- it -- Lost interest. I can wait." The pain, thinks Severus as Lucius rolls onto his back again and pulls Severus against him. Immediately he is sorry, as he had known he would be.

"Did I hurt you very much? Let me get my wand..."

Lucius' arms tighten a little bit, preventing Severus from moving away. "I thought I said not to worry. I'm fine."

Severus doesn't want to worry; he wants to close his eyes and stop thinking. "Make sure," he tells himself, then realizes that he has spoken aloud.

"Make sure... Severus. I'm fine. Honestly."

"Do you want...to sleep?" Severus asks, trying not to sound too hopeful.

Lucius stretches a little, and then nods. "I think so, yes. Will you stay?"

"Yes," says Severus at once. If this is too submissive, there is nothing he can do about it; he does not have the will to quarrel.

Then Lucius smiles, letting out a happy little humming noise. "Good," he says, and forces himself to sit up and gather up the blankets to pull around them.

It is warmer in the bed than it was under the water, and Severus feels his tightening skin trying to settle back into place. His mind keeps offering flashes of images and sensation from earlier, but he banishes them.

There will be time enough for them to haunt him in dreams.

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Oooookay. *grins*

Read this last night, after reading YCD's post about it not having received any FB. I hadn't seen the post with it, otherwise I would have FB'd and squeeeeeeed immediately ;-) But, it was 2 am and I wanted to say someting coherent about it, apart from that I just absolutely loooove this.

Now, GS is not one of my personal kinks. It doesn't squick me, and I have actually tried it *winks* Try everything once? But rarely does one find someone who can actually write it, and handles it in a good way. This fic will be saved on my hd to be read again, because it's one of those few.

I also find it so nice and refreshing to read adult Luc and Sev. by that I don't mean that it's not Marauder era, no, I mean that they act like adults not how not so adult people think that adults behave. Thank you so much for that. :-) HP is one of those fandoms where the adults too often get written as if they were no older than the kids in the storyline.

I like the want, the need, the lust, the discomfort, that it's something out of the ordinary for them both. I like the near-shame, and the worrying. It shows that they care deeply for each other, and that they still have issues showing it.

Looooove the rimming, there simply isn't enough of that around! The rough sex is very nice too, esp with Severus knowing that he'll regret it, and the ending is perfect I think. Not a happily ever after, not even both coming ;-) Just, a lot more life-like.

Too bad it didn't quite haunt me in my dreams. *grins*

Thank you so much for the feedback, and I'm very sorry it said replyless for so long. Such well thought-out feedback is a rarity, and I wish I had the words to respond to it properly, but about all I can seem to come up with is THANK YOU! :)

wow. that was
really
something different.
very well and realistically written, I like how Lucious is a complex character, not the omnicient always all bad bad guy-with-no-feelings.
In this fic, he's untidy, he has feelings, wants needs, and he and Snape dance carefully around each others' boundaries and weaknesses so as to push themselves, each other and their relationship without crossing one of the many invisible lines between them and within them. To fulfill each others' wants and neads without making them feel too needy.
Damn. write us more, girl!

Thank you very much. One of the things I like about Lucius is that we don't really know anything about him; there's so little of him in the books that he doesn't fully come across as a cookie-cutter two-dimensional bad guy so there is much wiggle-room to try to figure out his motivations, what makes him who he is, etc.

cruisedirector and I will have more Lucius/Severus eventually!

bring it on!
:)

What's brilliant about this is all the layers. I don't see a lot of fics (hell, I don't even see a lot of conversations) where people can acknowledge that D/s is serious, powerful thing while also acknowledging that it is a game, that it is playful, that affection reveals itself so strangely at time. More than anything, I found this piece moving, in part because I think about what little we know about these two men from cannon -- they are both peopel that wind up with strange and somewhat inappropriate lives because their desires/ambitions fit in no neat place.

I mean yeah, blindingly, uncomfortably hot... but really smart fic.

Thank you very much for such thoughtful feedback :) For a story like this one, with such a squick factor, it is so appreciated!

I am sitting here, drinking coffee and eating tayberries and cream on a sunday afternoon...and reading this.

Reading this.

My goodness. I am...shocked that despite the warnings, I went ahead and read this. It was based on teh tsrength of your writing previous things that I went ahead and read this. What works: The matter of fact building of the situation, the incredible dialogue, and then building to the act itself, which is handle with the idea of conveying emotion and sensation, and not mere disgust.

Severus realisation that he is completely dominated by Lucius,a nd would do anything for him- anything- is a the punch to the gut, as is the realisation that he really does not want to hurt Lucius at all. And Lucius reveals himself in degrees. What a needful, greedy, absolutely horrid, sexy beast.

Thank you...I think. ( looks at coffee)

Hope we did not ruin your coffee. *g* This is one of those things that seems either to be a kink or a squick for people with very little space to maneuver -- unlike, say, spanking where I hear a lot of "Yeah, not really my thing but I'll read it." It's the only pure-sensation kink I know of that doesn't involve pain yet still has a huge number of taboos affixed to it; "I want to pour chocolate syrup on you" just doesn't work the same way, and most other bodily kinks involve pain or bondage or some sort of use of an external device. It operates differently for me emotionally than any other potentially erotic act in that any revulsion or humiliation is in the eye of the beholder -- there are no objective concerns about drawing blood, pulling ropes too tight, etc. *g*

Aside from the werewolf, Lucius is the most interesting character in HP to me. I truly don't understand why he's a follower of Voldemort, a follower of anyone for that matter -- there is definitely something interesting going on there psychologically.

Thanks so much!

To second someone else - love the way this is sub/dom on so many levels. Precisely how I want Snape/Malfoy to be, with affection and power games. And yeah, the smut is hot.

Thank you so much for the feedback :)

*giggle* This is the first thing I've read in a long, long time that's made me blush like a schoolgirl. This here just proves my theory that all squicks disappear like smoke in the hands of a talented writer. You've really nailed the characters here, and the lovely interplay of a realistic sort of dom/sub relationship. The dialogue just about killed me - lovely stuff.

Ee! Now you're making ME blush! *blush* Thank you so much for the lovely feedback!

And please pardon my exclamation marks. Am all shocked that this is suddenly receiving feedback.

I read this back when it was posted, but I hadn't commented on it yet... Maybe other people have been shy about it because they don't want to admit they read a fic with golden showers in it. Or maybe they just hadn't read it yet. Well, I'm finally coming out and commenting after reading it again a couple nights ago.

As much as I don't care for golden showers at all, and it would normally seriously squick me, I gave this a chance because it was y'all who wrote it. So, with this fic, it was the interaction between Lucius and Severus that really got to me. The way that Lucius, while acting the dominant role with Severus, shows some vulnerability in letting Severus do things to him that obviously are difficult for him. The awkwardness and the not-perfectness of how they're behaving with each other-- in their dialogue especially, and the way that sex sure isn't perfect at the end, not even reaching "completion" for Lucius. It's not a rosy happy all-goes-well relationship, and that really comes through. I could do without the piss for sure, but somehow... it works. Severus may be letting Lucius mark him in an animalistic way... but then Lucius asks Severus to do the same to him.

*applause*

Thank you so much for giving this a chance, coming back to it, and leaving such awesome feedback. It is so very much appreciated. It's not a perfect relationship at all; there's a lot of pain there. Certainly on Severus's side, and possibly even on Lucius's. When you think about it, Severus is a fairly complex, damaged man, and as I'm someone who believes in nurture and not nature as far as evil goes, I suspect that (until told otherwise by JKR of course) that Lucius probably has a lot of very nasty skeletons in his closet. They were very fun to play with, and

cruisedirector and I hope to post some more with them soon.

You're welcome! I don't leave feedback often even when I like something, but this was spinning around my head :) I definitely agree that a person isn't born evil at all, and they really could go so many different directions depending on what's happened to them. Even though there's some real affection there between Lucius and Snape, and Lucius seems willing to make himself vulnerable or at least break his control at times, he's still seeming to try to be the man-on-top always. That must make it pretty difficult to serve under someone like Voldemort! I found it very interesting in this fic and in Initation how Lucius seemed very, uh, interested in Snape's bodily fluids-- sucking his finger, and obviously in this one wanting to have Snape come and piss on him. They're both damaged, and putting them together... Poor Snape. I worry about him!

I really look forward to seeing you two post more of them. ^_^ They're my favorite pairing, and I've enjoyed the way y'all write them. Friended you to keep up with the Snape/Lupin fic posts.

Oh dear gods that was hot.

Okay, this is possibly saying a bit too much about myself, but this is a *major* kink of mine. I'm so lucky that I got to read this! It's just so hot!

The descriptions were beautiful, and you handled the complexity of the characters so very well. I'm so happy that I keep stopping this review to dance around my loungeroom! I love how it all started, I love the submissive-not-submissive aspect, and *faints* this is just precious.

You rock. *memories*

Thank you SO much. If we're all being honest here, 'tis a major kink of mine, too. I'm so glad you liked it!

*glee*
I'm terribly glad I'm not the only one.

Oh my. Not only is that hot (and yes, it's a kink of mine, too), but you captured the D/s negotiation and uncertainty perfectly. Snape is terribly worried about not doing things exactly right and therefore losing Lucius -- and he tells Lucius so. That kind of truth-telling is one of the things necessary to make a D/s relationship work. We don't see it, but I'd bet Lucius is almost as nervous about pushing Severus too far and losing him.

One point: I hate that neither of them ever washed the soap off. As someone with such sensitive skin that I can't take soap even when it is rinsed off, that struck me hard.

Otherwise, though, it all rang true, and I echo quite a lot of the comments made by previous posters.

Thanks for reading AND for commenting on it. I'm glad you liked it :)

>"I've gotten quite used to you, you know."

No. I'm sorry, people. I love this story, but Lucius hasn't gotten used to anything. Never. Especially not in dialogue.

Apart from that... guh. Not a kink I think I've *ever* found hot before, but it just goes to show that there's a first time for everything.

Thanks. *g* Actually, I think Lucius is used to far too much -- he's rich, blase and bored, just as Snape fears, with his collection of possessions and people. But I don't think that's why I assumed he'd say it; it's because Lucius is not a man who likes to lose anything, not even the utter devotion of a lover whom he deems inconsequential to that lover's face. If he could keep Snape loyal and obedient with words that don't even constitute an endearment, I think he would.

Um. Misunderstanding, sorry; I'm Brit-picking. It's not that I don't think he's got used to it, or that he'd express it in roughly that way; it's that he'd never say he's gotten used to it. Unless he's mentally preparing to blend in with the natives in New Orleans already.

Perhaps I was a little heavy-handed with the emphasis when I picked that out. I've read it in three HP fics so far today and it's beginning to grate on my poor British eyes.

LOL! You must realize that I read 'Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone', not 'The Philosopher's Stone', with colors instead of colours and sweaters instead of jumpers, and I tend therefore to be far less careful with Americanisms in this fandom than I am with, say, Patrick O'Brian, where the Norton editions in the US use identical wording to the British editions.

I read 'Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone', not 'The Philosopher's Stone'

Uh-huh. *shudders*

I understand. I don't have to like it.

Oh, I love how real this relationship feels, like someone has already mentioned. They're both so well done - it was a pleasure to read. :)

Thank you! (And sorry for the long delay in responding -- I only found this comment this morning answering another!)

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"Yum" such a delightful comment in this case. So does it qualify for the master list? *g*

First off I want to thank

cruisedirector for giving me the link for this. I liked their awkwardness and their uncertainty of where each other's borders are drawn in their relationship. Not to mention that I like the pairing and I don't come across it very often. The bathroom scene was so very hot! As well as the bedroom scene. I loved the rough, imperfect sex - it seems so realistic.

Most welcome (and sorry for the late reply, I only just discovered the comment). I have trouble with the pairing -- can only read it when they're both quite young, before Lucius becomes a total bastard -- but it certainly does lend itself well to kink. *g* Thank you!

This here just proves my theory that all squicks disappear like smoke in the hands of a talented writer. You've really nailed the characters here, and the lovely interplay of a realistic sort of dom/sub relationship. The dialogue just about killed me - lovely stuff.

Yeah, what she said. I, too, must thank

cruisedirector via

switchknife for the link. This is totally not my cup of tea, kink-wise, mainly, I guess, because in anything but HP-fic my whole anal-retentive cleaning thing would become too much of an issue, and there are so many easier things to clean up (maybe too much mommying, too, after a certain number of diapers does one simply become unable to find this interesting?) On the other hand, this fic is absolute proof that I was dead wrong because you wrote it so damn well that it totally worked and was sexy and frightening in its intensity all at the same time. Eek! Anyway, I just had to say, well done! We need more adult Lucius-Severus fic where Lucius hasn't been turned into some vapid posturing idiot. I agree that he is one of the most fascinating of the characters and I love him paired with Severus for that reason--they feed each other's inner darkness and passion so very very well.

Kudos on such marvelous writing!

-Rhi

Sorry for the very late response as I only just discovered this comment (am moving all my fic OUT of my journal so my kids don't find it...not sure there is any relationship between mommying and liking watersports, but to fully answer that would probably require way TMI *g*). Anyway, HP is ready-made for that kink -- "scourgify" makes so many things in life better, and I also figure that a fandom that has one guy who turns into a dog, another who's a werewolf and people with the ability to make themselves invisible probably has a host of other kinks that normally I'd find quite squicky. I bet Sirius Black chewed on James Potter's socks...

I think Lucius has probably been turned into a vapid, posturing idiot in fic because that's essentially what Rowling turned him into in the fifth book; I have to actively read against that (and to some extent against Draco) to get a different Lucius in my head when he was younger. He's so completely invisible in HBP that I must conclude he's either been completely neutralized or conversely is plotting an enormous takeover in his own right!

Thanks much...