Title: Pliant
Author: Ligeia
Pairing: SS/LM
Rating: NC-17
Category: PWP
Summary: Severus Snape becomes a Death Eater. Lucius Malfoy celebrates his way.
A/N: Written for the "So Goth It Hurts" challenge at andropotterist (lj community)
Italian version: Arrendevole
All characters in the Harry Potter universe belong to JK Rowling. I'm just a devoted fan with an overactive imagination.
"To our youngest brother," Lucius Malfoy said raising his goblet. He smiled and brought it to his lips, sipping the red wine slowly.
Severus Snape felt totally out of place. Only twenty-four hours earlier he had been in his dormitory at Hogwarts, throwing his belongings into his trunk for the last time, and now he was sitting in the parlour at Malfoy Manor, a fresh tattoo on his left arm and a glass of wine in his right hand. He tried to pretend he was enjoying the drink. Lucius had said it was one of the finest vintages in his cellar, which meant it had to be disgustingly expensive, but Severus didn't like the taste. It was sweetish on his tongue and almost sour in his throat, still Lucius was savouring it as if it were the best thing he had ever drunk, so he forced himself to swallow.
"Don't you like the wine?"
Severus almost jumped out of the armchair at the sound of Lucius's voice. "N-No," he stuttered, "it's very good." To prove his point, he drank the content of his goblet in one gulp. Unfortunately, he wasn't able to hide a grimace.
Smiling, Lucius put his goblet down on the coffee table. "You don't have to pretend you like it just to please me," he said and turned toward his young guest, casually draping an arm over the back of the sofa. "Appreciating sophisticated flavours is not easy if you aren't used to them."
And Severus wasn't, of course. His family wasn't as rich as the Malfoys and could never have afforded anything like that. Not that it was a problem, his father had never complained about his beloved firewhisky. But here, sitting just a few feet away from his schooldays crush - and recently mentor into the Death Eaters circle - his lack of refined manners seemed an insurmountable obstacle to Severus.
"Come here," Lucius said, patting the spot next to him and bringing his guest back to the real world. "I want to show you something."
Severus put his goblet down on the coffee table, cursing his awkwardness as he noticed his hands were shaking, and stood up. He took a step forward and stopped, staring at the man sitting languidly on the sofa.
"Come on, I don't bite," Lucius said with a smirk and Severus felt his cheeks grow fifty degrees hotter. Feeling very stupid and inadequate, he rigidly sat down next to him, resting his clenched fists on his knees and staring down at his hands. He winced as he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Tense, aren't we?" Lucius murmured and his velvety voice, combined with their proximity, caused a series of reactions Severus hadn't felt since that time he had found a picture of Malfoy wearing nothing but a pair of trunks, wet and clinging to every inch of his hips. He had blessed whoever had left such a treasure in the Slytherin common room.
"As I said, I want to show you something," Lucius went on. He withdrew his hand and pulled out his wand. A second later a small, black jewel box was floating their way. "There's a new... vogue among Muggles these days and I'd like to try it out."
Severus frowned at the mention of Muggles, but said nothing. He looked down at the jewel box - he could see it was finely carved and decorated with shiny black stones now - then back up at Lucius, who was gazing expectantly at him.
"Will you help me, Severus?"
He had never got used to hearing his name spoken in that low, smooth tone, and it affected him every time. He had to swallow before he was able to speak.
"Sure. What do I have to do?"
Lucius's smirk was enough to make his head spin. "Just sit here. Close your eyes. And try not to squirm."
All sorts of unsuitable images filled Severus's mind as soon as he lowered his eyelids, but he managed to stay motionless. Until he felt Lucius's fingers on his cheek.
"Easy, Severus, there's no need to wiggle like that. I haven't even started yet."
"Sorry," the boy muttered and forced himself back to stillness.
Something soft touched his forehead, starting from the centre and going to his hairline and temples, first left, then right. Severus recognised the scent, he had smelled it often enough at home, every time his mother had kissed him goodnight before going out. Powder. Why was Lucius putting make-up on his face?
Lucius trailed the powder puff slowly over his cheekbones, along his jaws, on his chin, down his throat. Then he dabbed it lightly on the tip of his aquiline nose.
"There. Good boy."
Severus opened his eyes and saw Lucius put the powder box down and pick up a black pencil.
"Now, Severus, did I say you could open your eyes?" Lucius asked pointing at him with the pencil. He closed his eyes immediately. "That's better."
He took a deep breath and tried to relax, but couldn't hold back a small gasp when Lucius gripped his chin and tilted his face upward.
"You have to keep absolutely still now. Think you can do that?"
Severus managed a tiny nod. He felt the blunt tip of the pencil trace a line along an eyelid, then Lucius's soft fingertip smudge it delicately. The process was repeated on his other eye.
"Look at me."
Severus did and found himself staring straight into a pair of grey eyes.
"Good. Look up."
Lucius proceeded to draw a line under the boy's eyes and on the inside of his bottom eyelids, gently pulling the skin downward with his thumb.
"Yes, we're almost done. You've been very good, Severus," he said replacing the pencil in the jewel box and pulling out a crimson lipstick. "The final touch. Part your lips."
He ran the stick along the thin lower lip and dabbed it over the even thinner upper one. "There. Press your lips together now. Yes, like that. Perfect."
Severus had never heard the word "perfect" directed to him before and, even if he knew he would sorely regret that moment of weakness in the future, he decided to believe it. If Lucius said he was perfect, then he was. He smiled shyly, his teeth looking almost white against the deep red of his lips.
"Come with me," Lucius said standing up and reaching out a hand. He tugged Severus to his feet and walked him upstairs. The boy held his breath as Lucius opened the door to his bedroom. They stepped inside, the door closing silently behind them, and stopped in front of a full-length mirror.
"Now I want you to have a good look at yourself," Lucius said moving behind Severus. He put his hands on the boy's shoulders and gently pushed him forward, then drew his wand and whispered, "Lumos" in his ear.
Severus gasped as he saw his reflection. His skin, usually sallow, was pearly white and all but glowing by the light of Lucius's wand. His eyes, his black, insignificant eyes, looked bigger and exotic and they were actually sparkling. Even his nose looked somewhat normal now that all the attention was drawn elsewhere. To his mouth for instance, perfectly outlined, glossy and... kissable. Oh, how he yearned for a kiss, the only thing he wanted at the moment was to turn, throw his arms around Lucius's neck and kiss him until he couldn't breathe.
Before he could dissuade himself with a hundred logical reasons why he shouldn't, Lucius rested his chin on his shoulder and started whispering directly into his ear, just like he had done before.
"You know what my favourite part is?" He asked looking at Severus's reflection in the mirror. "Your mouth. It looks so soft and pliant." As he was saying that, he trailed the tip of his index finger slowly around the contours of Severus's lips. "Makes you wonder what it tastes like."
Severus prayed every God he knew, hoping his heart wouldn't explode as Lucius gently turned his face and tilted his head to meet his lips.
It was completely different from the times he had sneaked out behind the greenhouses with Evan Rosier. They had been both impatient and inexperienced then, kissing like their main goal was to leave as many bruises as they could. Lucius wasn't a fumbling teenager. He was older, a man. He was going to get married in just a few months, for God's sake. But he was kissing Severus. Their parted lips barely brushing at first, making him want to lunge forward and get more, more, but he didn't dare. What if Lucius stopped? And then Lucius ran the tip of his tongue slowly along Severus's upper lip and the boy's knees gave way.
He felt Malfoy's hand, the one not holding the side of his face, turn him round until they were facing each other. Not knowing what to do with his hands, Severus hesitantly placed them on Lucius's chest, just under his collarbones. He opened his mouth wider as he felt Lucius's tongue slide between his lips, only to whimper when it retreated, teasing. The whimper turned into a moan as his lower lip was nibbled and sucked, until he was certain there was no more lipstick left.
And then, finally, Lucius's tongue plunged into his mouth, running along his teeth and palate, sliding out and in again, over and over, leaving Severus breathless. And when Lucius sucked his tongue into his own mouth, he stopped trying to keep up and just let himself be ravished.
Severus lost the sense of time. He felt like he had been kissed for hours when Malfoy pulled back at last.
"Delicious," Lucius murmured against his lips, then grabbed his hand and guided him to the bed. He sat him down and knelt before him to remove his boots and socks. Severus was relieved when he saw there were no holes in them. Done with the task, Lucius began undoing the buttons of the boy's robe, a new black one he had bought especially for the occasion. He had had to save up money for months to be able to afford it, but it had definitely been worth it.
He pushed the robe down Severus's shoulders, letting it pool around his hips on the bed and leaving him naked from the waist up. He was wearing an ordinary pair of grey boxers, but at least they were clean.
"Lie down," Lucius said softly and Severus slid to the centre of the bed, reclining back until his head was resting on the pillow. He fervently hoped that his new nettle shampoo - The Best Remedy for Greasy Hair - had worked. He would die of embarrassment if he stained Lucius's immaculate pillow.
He couldn't keep his eyes off Lucius as he stood up and began undressing, slow and confident. The man liked being watched, that much was clear, and Severus was just too happy to enjoy the sight. He shrugged off his robes and draped them carefully on the back of a chair, then walked back to the bed. He crawled on the mattress until he was hovering over Severus, hands and knees on either side of him, effectively trapping him within a human cage. He ran a finger down the boy's white cheek and Severus closed his eyes, leaning into the touch.
"Tell me something," Lucius whispered in his ear. "Are you a virgin?"
Severus immediately tensed up and opened his eyes. Had he been so obvious? Had he been so bad? He held his breath. Was Lucius going to send him away because he hadn't pleased him enough?
"Don't worry, it's just a question," Lucius reassured him, stroking the side of his face with the back of his fingers. "I like virgin boys."
Severus relaxed and slowly breathed out.
"Yes."
He could feel Malfoy smile against his neck as his hand moved down his chest, fingertips rubbing a nipple. His breathing grew quicker and he gasped as Lucius parted his lips and bit down on the fleshy part of his shoulder, tongue flicking between his teeth to tease the trapped spot. His hand had gone lower and was now sliding slowly up and down Severus's thigh.
"May I take these off?" Lucius asked, fingering the waistband of the grey boxers. Severus nodded, sure that if he tried to speak, he would only manage a squeak. He lifted his hips and there he was, naked, aroused and under Lucius Malfoy's perfect body. He could come from that thought alone.
"Very nice," Lucius commented, trailing a finger along the boy's cock. Severus took a shaky breath and screw his eyes shut, pressing his head back into the pillow. Malfoy smiled and sat up. He waited for Severus to open his eyes and, when he was sure the boy was watching, he slowly lowered his pants.
If Severus had been a dog, he would have drooled. Every new inch of visible skin sent his heart beating faster and he feared it would break through his ribcage any minute now. His eyes widened and he bit his lip when Lucius, completely and gloriously naked at last, stretched out on top of him, the contact with his warm, hard body making him shiver all over. His mouth descended on his again and Severus instinctively reached up and clutched his shoulders, both to keep him there and to steady himself. Lucius manoeuvred his long legs between Severus's and Severus spread them, bending his knees and daring to place a foot between Lucius's calves, holding him in place.
"Eager, aren't we?" Lucius asked, looking down at him, and Severus didn't know what to say. "I need to get something," he added. He reached out a hand. "Accio balm!" A small, round jar flew gracefully onto his palm. Everything about Lucius was elegant and grateful. He lifted the cap and a sweet, fruity scent filled the air around them. "This will be a bit uncomfortable at first, but it'll get better."
Severus swallowed and nodded. He was about to do it. With Lucius Malfoy. Perhaps God existed after all.
Lucius dipped two fingers in the salve, coated them thoroughly, and put the jar down on the bedside table. Holding Severus's gaze, he reached down and pressed his fingertips just behind the boy's testicles, rubbing gently until he found what he was looking for. Severus had to close his eyes as they slipped inside. It wasn't quite painful, just... weird. He'd never had fingers up his bum. He tried not to panic at the thought of what a cock would feel like. But then Lucius did something with his fingers - and how much could you move them around in there, anyway? - and Severus stopped thinking altogether.
"Told you it would get better," Lucius said and slid his fingers out. He leaned over the edge of the bed, scooped up more balm and used it on his cock. Severus's eyes were glued to the long-fingered hand moving slowly up and down. He was amazed he hadn't come yet, it usually took him much less than that.
Lucius stopped and grabbed him by the back of his thighs, lifting his legs and spreading them even more. He said nothing as he pushed inside.
Severus's first reaction was to scramble away. It couldn't possibly fit, it was too big! He closed his eyes and pressed his lips together, trying to be quiet.
"Relax," Lucius whispered, placing his hands on Severus's shoulders and kneading the tense muscles with his thumbs. "Breathe. Breathe. Yeah, like that. Good boy. Look at me."
The boy hesitantly opened his eyes and found Lucius smiling down at him. He withdrew slowly, careful not to pull out completely, and thrust back in. Severus gasped at every push. In. Out. In. Out. It wasn't even painful any more.
"Touch yourself," Malfoy whispered in his ear. "I want to see you come."
Severus had never masturbated in front of someone else before, but he thought there was no sense in being shy by that point. He reached down and grabbed himself, sure that he wouldn't last more than thirty seconds. He only managed a few strokes before he felt it, familiar but so much stronger than usual, starting from his cock and quickly spreading all over his body, making his stomach clench and his toes curl and he spasmodically fisted the sheets with his free hand as his back arched off the bed.
He was still wheezing when Lucius gripped his hips and began to really fuck him, hard and fast, slamming him into the mattress with every thrust. He was lying at an angle and his neck ached from the force of the pounding, but he was too blissfully sated to complain. Besides, the man still hadn't come and Severus thought he had no right to ask him to slow down a bit. And it didn't really matter anyway, because after a minute or two Lucius was coming as well, grunting something in his ear as Severus felt warm semen fill him.
Lucius collapsed on top of Severus, apparently not minding that he was crushing him, and when his breathing had gone back to normal he pulled out, ignoring the boy's wince. He lay on his back beside him, eyes closed and a pleased smile on his lips.
Severus didn't know what to do. He felt sore and sticky, but his wand was in the pocket of his robe, which lay in a crumpled heap on the floor on the other side of the bed, so he couldn't get himself clean. Should he get up to retrieve it? Or maybe ask Lucius to pick it up and give it to him? How were people supposed to act after having sex, anyway?
"Stop squirming," Lucius snapped, startling him. He reached for his wand, muttered a spell and the stickiness was gone. The soreness remained, though, and Severus guessed he would just have to bear it and let things run their course.
"Get up."
Severus stood, wondering if Malfoy was going to send him back home. Lucius pulled back the quilt and slipped into bed.
"You can stay here tonight," he said and turned onto his side, facing away from him.
Severus said nothing as he snuggled under the sheets, keeping some space between himself and Lucius's back. He closed his eyes and smiled, not caring if he was going to find make-up traces on the pillow the next morning.