Against Better Judgement, Chapter 2
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gwendolyngraceDisclaimers: Everything originates with JK Rowling. Her characters; my spin.
Spoilers: PoA? Possible GoF. Maybe even OoP, although this was originally begun 2 years before it came out.
(Originally chapter 4)
Summary: Lucius visits his fiancee at Hogwarts but gives in to temptation on the side.
Pairing: LM/SS/JP
Warnings: Slash. Boy Sluts. BDSM. Threesomes may occur. Major age differences, but I will not be specific. Suffice to say that in my interpretation, Lucius is at least 10 years older than the Marauders. For modesty's sake, we can assume everyone is at least well into puberty. If you are squicked by statutory sex, imagine the boys are above the age of consent. I won't argue.
Archive: Drop me a line, but be my guest.
Notes: In light of the anime discussion, and the challenge: Lucius is older and therefore taller than either Severus or James. Mostly James and Severus this episode. And plot. My, yes, plot.
Snape wasn't speaking to James, and it was killing him. He left the Gryffindor tower that night determined to do as he damn well pleased. Except that judging look of Potter' s followed him into every liaison. He couldn't even concentrate on his classes much. It didn't take a genius to notice, but even his friends let it go at first.
"Is something wrong?" Avery asked one day, watching Snape staring across the room where James worked alongside Remus Lupin.
"No," Snape answered in a surly tone which brooked no argument. But he brought his attention back to their tray of cowslips.
Avery shrugged. "Whatever, man. Hey, is this a busy week-end for you?"
They were working as partners in Herbology, so talking was easy. Snape forced himself to be calm before he asked Avery why he wanted to know.
"No big deal, just I know you...disappear a lot, lately." Avery, like many of Snape's dorm mates, had learned quickly not to test Snape about where he spent his time. His temper was scary. He slept with his wand beneath his pillow, and he could cast jinxes in his sleep.
"And?" Snape asked in a threatening tone.
Avery shrugged again, keeping his voice friendly. "I just...noticed it happens to be whenever Mr Malfoy's visiting. Are you two..."
"Yes, Avery, I'm screwing him, or vice-versa, if you prefer," Snape sighed with a bored expression. "But he won't be here this week-end. That what you wanted to know?"
"Look, it's your business, Sev. Just thought I'd let you know, if you're free, Janus, Raina, and Evan and I are going down to the forest. Evan found the coolest spell; we're going to try it."
Severus didn't have to ask what kind of spell. "I'm free," he said. "But I might be a little late."
"We're closing the circle at midnight."
"All right," Snape nodded. "Just you four?"
"Debra said she might come. Horus, too, if she can drag him along."
Snape grunted, but said nothing. Horus Wilkes was far from his favourite person. The one time he'd gone to Severus, he'd been impotent, beat him up in his frustration, and refused to pay. But Severus got his revenge. The next day, the whole of Hufflepuff somehow knew their house-mate couldn't get it up. Wilkes hadn't been laid since.
"So...got a date or something?"
"Something," acknowledged Snape.
He didn't like to call them "dates." A "date," in his estimation, involved normal behaviour. A stroll around the rosebushes, dinner and a Muggle movie, boys and girls gazing at the moon and kissing tenderly. A "date" implied mutual consent, intimacy, and the possibility of a future. Severus had never had a "date."
He had plenty of clients. He couldn't call them "lovers." There was no love involved. Only business. It was enjoyable, certainly, most of the time. And it paid well--he didn't lie to James about that. James. James himself started as a client. A couple years previously, James liked a girl--Severus forgot her name. He wanted to ask her out, but he didn't want to admit he had no idea what to do. He had heard Snape gave head and more besides. Probably from Peter, or Sirius, both of whom had greased Snape's palm once or twice. Severus really didn't care who told him. The point was, James sought him out....
******
It was after a Quidditch game. Severus was leaving the locker rooms, just finishing an appointment with the Slytherin captain. He took a deep breath of fresh air and stretched, and there was James.
"Snape, could I have a word?" he asked immediately. Confident. No apologies. No embarrassment. Just himself.
"About what?" The boy's sheer politeness set Severus off from the start.
"About...your services." He blushed a little. He actually blushed. There was a god. James Potter wasn't quite perfect, after all.
Severus considered sending him away. The insult was tempting, but somehow, the thought of having James was more delicious still. An image passed through his mind. The next time Sirius arranged a midnight meeting or Peter came around begging, he could so casually say, "Oh, and by the way, thanks for recommending me to Potter. Get that shy Lupin off his butt and I can collect the whole set. I guess I'm just too good to keep secret." Yes, at first it was the lure of a hold over them. The Marauders. As if. The only thing they ever raided was the kitchen. But as he did so often, Snape forced aside his impulses and merely motioned for James to continue.
He enjoyed seeing James uncomfortable. He offered no assistance, forcing Potter to struggle with his delicate innuendoes. "So, I heard that...you...you have sex with some of the other boys. For money."
"Yes." Snape said, going no further.
"Well, I want...that is, I'd like..." James swallowed, not from nerves, exactly, but just because he was unsure how to phrase his request. Severus was amused, but on a schedule. He decided to let the boy out of his misery.
"Do you want me to blow you, fuck you, or be fucked by you, Potter?" he asked in as bored a tone as he could muster.
"Oh," James said, blushing hard, "well. When you put it that way..."
"Which, Potter? I haven't got all day."
"The first, I guess--and maybe..."
"Let's start small, shall we?" Severus sneered. "Not that you have a choice, of course." He gestured to the locker rooms. "Step in my office, Potter."
"N-now?"
"No time like the present," Snape sighed. "Move along, if you want it."
"Well...."
"That's what I thought. Why don't you ask Sirius, or Peter? They know what to do, trust me." He turned on his heel and began to trudge up the hill to the castle.
James ran a few steps to catch up. "Wait!" he called.
"Not in the open, Potter," Snape muttered at him. "Have you no brains whatsoever?" James sputtered an apology, which Snape disdained. "Look: if you're determined about this, meet me tomorrow afternoon, 3:00, in the old bathroom on the sixth floor. No one uses it anymore. Bring your money." He picked up his pace and lengthened his stride, wanting to get away before he hexed the Gryffindor student out of sheer spite.
James had met him, of course. He explained the whole story, though Severus could not have cared less, and when he finished, Severus laid down for him in a clinical, passionless manner the possibilities, and attendant fees. James made his decision. He pulled his robes up around his waist and sat on one of the ancient toilets.
Severus knelt in front of him, reaching between James's thin legs. James's penis jumped at the first brush of contact and he gasped a little in surprise.
"Relax, Potter," Snape said contemptuously. "It's not that different from when you jerk yourself off." He rolled his eyes and went back to concentrating on the task, suppressing the question of whether James had ever had the stones to do himself. Wetting his lips, he leaned forward and licked the tip of James's cock before putting it in his mouth.
Snape had no way to estimate how many times he'd given head. He stopped counting long ago. He had a pretty good system, one which he could modify depending on the subject. Some liked to be teased first, licked and nipped with tiny nibbles up and down the shaft. Some liked their balls cupped and fondled along with the tongue work. Some just wanted it fast and hard, a clean suck. But James responded to everything so well. Every flick of Snape's tongue caused James to quiver. Snape reached out to balance himself and James caught his arm, wrapped it around his own waist, grabbed Snape's shoulders. Ordinarily, Severus could ignore this and go on, but he jumped under the sudden contact. He opened his mouth wider and brought James's shaft deeper into his throat. It was already swollen and slick with pre-come. Dimly, Snape realized that James probably had never touched himself at all. Freak. It strengthened his resolve and he pumped more quickly, hoping to beat him off in record time. But James hung on, clinging to Snape's shoulders and bucking his hips against the other boy's hot mouth, on the edge but not quite toppling over into orgasm. He lifted his legs to squeeze Severus's waist, draw him in more.
Severus opened his eyes and sat up, switching to his hands for a bit so he could breathe. James continued to writhe in time to Snape's ministrations, his eyes half-closed, his mouth open and ripe, his erection hot and twitching. Severus smiled despite himself. He'd never thought of James as a slut before--an overbearing, desperately popular, brown-nosing little suck-up, sure, but not a slut--but, he supposed, all that sexual repression had to count for something. Unbidden, he pictured James, lying on his bed, masturbating for an audience, and felt his own penis react immediately. Pushing the thoughts aside, he returned to the work at hand.
He slowed his pace, moving his hand to the base of James's shaft. He shifted the other hand to fondle the fleshy underside of James's scrotum, squeezing slightly until the boy moaned in pleasure/pain. Using his thumbs, Severus massaged the skin and muscle in both places, leaning in and nipping occasionally. James was already close again, begging. Severus took a deep breath and clamped his mouth over James's head. His hand around the boy's shaft pumped and squeezed and his tongue darted all around, and in a thrashing, screaming burst, James climaxed.
He came for what felt like forever. Snape pulled away, finally, resisting an irrational urge to lick his lips. He didn't want to give James any sign that this might be as enjoyable for him as it was for his client. He stood up, stretching his legs and letting the blood flow back to his feet, as well as putting some distance between them.
"I.... Wow." James panted. "I never--wow." He repeated. His robes were still bunched around his waist and he looked ridiculous--but beautiful. Severus forced that thought aside as well.
"Five galleons," he growled instead, not meeting the boy's eye. He held out his hand.
James stood up. He rearranged his robes and dug into his pocket for a small sack of coins. But as he counted out five gold pieces and dribbled them into Severus's palm, he also reached out and pulled his rival into his arms. He tilted Severus's chin with one finger and kissed him full on the lips.
Snape broke away immediately. "What the hell do you think you're doing, Potter?" he screamed. "Get the fuck out of here!"
James ran out amid a stream of apologies, none of which Snape wanted to hear. He pitched the money as hard as he could against the broken mirror by the sinks. He neither wanted nor needed James's pity.
*****
Except he did. It took a few weeks for them even to look at one another again, but when James tossed him a note in their Runes class, he didn't ignore it. "I'm sorry. Can we talk? There's an old shed near Greenhouse 4; meet me there after class tonight?"
He looked up and saw James look away very quickly. But then Black looked over and Severus snarled at him. Black blew him a scornful kiss and went back to paying attention to the lesson.
Snape wanted to crumple the note up, to watch it burst into flames at a tap of his wand as a token of his answer. But he knew it was a lie. He'd be there. How could he not? James was already eating into his soul.
He took his wand with him, just in case. It wouldn't be the first time his gang or their gang had asked for a private meeting that turned out to be an ambush. But a careful walk around the shed told him James was alone. He slipped inside the rotting door of the shed--when did Filch plan to take it down?--and stood as far across the little space as he could.
"Well?" he asked in his best, most haughty voice.
"I didn't know," James said strangely. "I--you must think I'm very naïve, Severus, but I didn't realize you could make me feel that way and not feel anything yourself."
"Feel like what?" Severus asked. That hadn't been what he meant to say, surely. Had James just said his name?
"On fire, pins and needles, so alive and yet dying at the same time. Hasn't anyone ever done that to you?" He didn't wait for an answer. "Someone must have done, or you wouldn't know how to make me feel that way. I just--wanted to return the favour."
Severus wanted to tell him in a callous and supercilious way that he was a fool, and that it wasn't a favour, it was a paid transaction. He opened his mouth to say it, but nothing came out. A low growl formed at the back of his throat. Anger, good. He could hold onto that. Channel that. Direct it at James.... But as he stepped forward, planning to fire a killing blow of words, the growl turned distressingly into...a sob? He clutched at James's robes as if to claw through them and rip into James's heart, but as soon as he came within range, the other boy encircled him in his arms.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have tried to...." James whispered and soothed and stroked Severus's back. He lifted the other off his chest and kissed him again, slowly, passionately, and tenderly. "Look, can we start over?" he asked.
"No," Severus said thickly, pulling himself together. "There's no starting over, Potter. But I think we can go on from here."
They reached an agreement in the dimming light of the old tool shed. As far as anyone else knew, there was nothing. James tried even then to convince Severus to stop accepting money for favours, but he refused. At least James agreed that no one should know. James had his own reasons, Severus was sure, but he didn't care. It wasn't good for business, not at all, for anyone to think theirs was more than a client/provider relationship.
Sometimes, Severus told himself he was just getting paid a different way. Like with Lucius Malfoy. He knew what he wanted out of that relationship, and he was going to get it, one way or another. James was no different.
*****
So he never called it "dating." He never thought of James as a lover. No more than he thought of Malfoy like one. Means to an end, all of them. Just means to an end. Harder to get hurt that way.
But it didn't mean he couldn't enjoy himself. James just didn't understand that. He needed Malfoy, needed him to get an introduction, to move up in the world after school. What other choices did he have? Influence the ministry with his wealth and charming personality? That was the Malfoy way, not the Snape way. So he put James out of his mind and allowed himself to look forward to Lucius's visits.
But James got in the way again. Lucius barely got started with him before rolling off Severus and asking him what was wrong.
"What do you mean?" Severus said with an unconvincing smile.
"You're distracted. It's hardly a turn-on," Lucius said coldly. "What's the matter? Break up with your lover?"
Severus knew this game. He leaned across the grown man's chest, licking a nipple without breaking eye contact. "You're my lover," he whispered lasciviously.
Lucius laughed and grabbed the luxurious bunch of soft, silky hair. "Bullshit, bitch." He tugged, making Severus pant and lean back. "You're my piece of ass, that's all. I mean your boyfriend. What happened? Did he ditch you for a real girl?" He rolled Severus onto his back and pinned him there, switching his grip to the slim wrists.
"You know," Severus said trying not to look too happy at the digging of Lucius's nails, "you accuse me of being distracted, when all you want to do is talk." He craned his neck to lick along Lucius's jaw. He could feel Lucius's reactionary shudder all down his torso and into his reawakened member. With a low chuckle, Lucius repositioned himself, pinning Severus's arms with his knees.
"You'll pay for that, slut," he promised, pressing his fresh erection against Severus's chin. "Suck it," he ordered, digging his hands in behind Severus's head, pressing him up and onto his cock.
Severus opened his mouth obediently. He loved the feeling of almost gagging on Lucius's hard, hot penis, especially with the man's long, tough fingers forcing him to take in the whole length. He sucked and swallowed and teased, remembering all he had learned about Lucius's tastes, until his partner came, jerking and spastic.
Lucius told him to bring in some water. When he came back from the little bathroom of Lucius's chamber, the tall blond was leaning against the pillows, sheets around his legs. He held out one hand for the glass which Severus offered.
"Merlin's beard, but you can give head, boy," the rich wizard told him candidly. He patted the bed next to him and Severus draped himself artfully to fill the space. Lucius casually placed an arm around the boy and let him snuggle a bit. "Now, seriously, what's going on with your James?" he asked mildly, setting the glass on the bedside table.
"I've seen you watch him when you're here," Severus said slowly, deflecting the question.
Lucius was quiet too long before answering. His grey eyes went completely cold, as if he were weighing his answer. Then, too nonchalant, he said, "So? Do you own him?"
"Yes," Severus said immediately. "I do. But I can get him for you, if you want. You do, don't you?"
Lucius hesitated. Certainly, the slim figure, the wild hair, those deep brown eyes--and the way his fingers dragged over his skin, sometimes he could still feel that brief contact--but once again, he sensed the young man beside him was playing him in some larger chess game.
"What do you want, Severus?" he asked carefully.
"I want you to be happy, of course," the boy answered coquettishly. It was a lie, but Lucius didn't call him on it.
"I...don't think it's a good idea," Lucius said with narrowing eyes. "His father's well-placed, you know."
"I know. But he'll do what I tell him to do. I'm not jealous; how could I be? Think how much you want him. You could have us both. Don't you want that?" He lazily stroked Lucius's sides and arms with his fingertips, dragging the nails lightly to raise gooseflesh in the chilly room. "You've wanted him as much as me, from the first. Maybe more. Admit it. You want us both. I can get that for you." His voice hypnotized and captivated Lucius. He looked deep into the man's eyes, promising everything. "Imagine taking him the way you take me, while I watch you both." Lucius shuddered. "Imagine being inside me while I suck him off, wouldn't you like to see that? Feel it? Pinch his hard little nipples while I wrap my mouth around yours?" His hands moved more quickly, frantically, until the pressure they built blew.
"Yes!" Lucius admitted with a strangled cry. He gripped Severus's wrists to stop him. "But no," he said, regaining control. "It's bad enough.... Not him."
"Because he's a Potter?"
"Yes."
Snape glowered and moistened his lips menacingly. "Afraid of what will happen if it gets out?" he asked with extreme sarcasm.
Lucius laughed cruelly, understanding the implied threat. "You've got as many secrets to hide as I have, Snape." He forced the boy to lean against him in a rough embrace. "Potter's lily clean; you know it and I know it."
"Not as clean as you think," Severus said darkly. "But leaving that aside. I can get him for you, and it will be secret. If you're worried he'll be unwilling, don't. He wants you--he's told me so. I can get him for you."
Lucius sighed. "And what do you want in exchange?" he asked flatly.
"An introduction to the Death Eaters. Bring me in."
"You? Or you and your friends?"
"Just me, for now."
Lucius chuckled again. "So, we finally know your price, little whore. That's what you offer me. But what do you have to offer them?"
Severus smiled coldly. "I know as much about the Dark Arts as any of you did when you joined them," he assured the other. "And I have other talents, as you know." He stroked the man's inner thigh.
A lazy finger traced the line of Severus's jaw, his neck, his shoulder, his ribs. He held perfectly still. "You'll be their sex slave, is that it?"
"If that's what it takes," he answered without shame.
"Hmmm..." Lucius pulled him closer and into a savage kiss. "Get me Potter. Then we'll see."
TBC....
Spoilers: PoA? Possible GoF. Maybe even OoP, although this was originally begun 2 years before it came out.
(Originally chapter 4)
Summary: Lucius visits his fiancee at Hogwarts but gives in to temptation on the side.
Pairing: LM/SS/JP
Warnings: Slash. Boy Sluts. BDSM. Threesomes may occur. Major age differences, but I will not be specific. Suffice to say that in my interpretation, Lucius is at least 10 years older than the Marauders. For modesty's sake, we can assume everyone is at least well into puberty. If you are squicked by statutory sex, imagine the boys are above the age of consent. I won't argue.
Archive: Drop me a line, but be my guest.
Notes: In light of the anime discussion, and the challenge: Lucius is older and therefore taller than either Severus or James. Mostly James and Severus this episode. And plot. My, yes, plot.
Snape wasn't speaking to James, and it was killing him. He left the Gryffindor tower that night determined to do as he damn well pleased. Except that judging look of Potter' s followed him into every liaison. He couldn't even concentrate on his classes much. It didn't take a genius to notice, but even his friends let it go at first.
"Is something wrong?" Avery asked one day, watching Snape staring across the room where James worked alongside Remus Lupin.
"No," Snape answered in a surly tone which brooked no argument. But he brought his attention back to their tray of cowslips.
Avery shrugged. "Whatever, man. Hey, is this a busy week-end for you?"
They were working as partners in Herbology, so talking was easy. Snape forced himself to be calm before he asked Avery why he wanted to know.
"No big deal, just I know you...disappear a lot, lately." Avery, like many of Snape's dorm mates, had learned quickly not to test Snape about where he spent his time. His temper was scary. He slept with his wand beneath his pillow, and he could cast jinxes in his sleep.
"And?" Snape asked in a threatening tone.
Avery shrugged again, keeping his voice friendly. "I just...noticed it happens to be whenever Mr Malfoy's visiting. Are you two..."
"Yes, Avery, I'm screwing him, or vice-versa, if you prefer," Snape sighed with a bored expression. "But he won't be here this week-end. That what you wanted to know?"
"Look, it's your business, Sev. Just thought I'd let you know, if you're free, Janus, Raina, and Evan and I are going down to the forest. Evan found the coolest spell; we're going to try it."
Severus didn't have to ask what kind of spell. "I'm free," he said. "But I might be a little late."
"We're closing the circle at midnight."
"All right," Snape nodded. "Just you four?"
"Debra said she might come. Horus, too, if she can drag him along."
Snape grunted, but said nothing. Horus Wilkes was far from his favourite person. The one time he'd gone to Severus, he'd been impotent, beat him up in his frustration, and refused to pay. But Severus got his revenge. The next day, the whole of Hufflepuff somehow knew their house-mate couldn't get it up. Wilkes hadn't been laid since.
"So...got a date or something?"
"Something," acknowledged Snape.
He didn't like to call them "dates." A "date," in his estimation, involved normal behaviour. A stroll around the rosebushes, dinner and a Muggle movie, boys and girls gazing at the moon and kissing tenderly. A "date" implied mutual consent, intimacy, and the possibility of a future. Severus had never had a "date."
He had plenty of clients. He couldn't call them "lovers." There was no love involved. Only business. It was enjoyable, certainly, most of the time. And it paid well--he didn't lie to James about that. James. James himself started as a client. A couple years previously, James liked a girl--Severus forgot her name. He wanted to ask her out, but he didn't want to admit he had no idea what to do. He had heard Snape gave head and more besides. Probably from Peter, or Sirius, both of whom had greased Snape's palm once or twice. Severus really didn't care who told him. The point was, James sought him out....
******
It was after a Quidditch game. Severus was leaving the locker rooms, just finishing an appointment with the Slytherin captain. He took a deep breath of fresh air and stretched, and there was James.
"Snape, could I have a word?" he asked immediately. Confident. No apologies. No embarrassment. Just himself.
"About what?" The boy's sheer politeness set Severus off from the start.
"About...your services." He blushed a little. He actually blushed. There was a god. James Potter wasn't quite perfect, after all.
Severus considered sending him away. The insult was tempting, but somehow, the thought of having James was more delicious still. An image passed through his mind. The next time Sirius arranged a midnight meeting or Peter came around begging, he could so casually say, "Oh, and by the way, thanks for recommending me to Potter. Get that shy Lupin off his butt and I can collect the whole set. I guess I'm just too good to keep secret." Yes, at first it was the lure of a hold over them. The Marauders. As if. The only thing they ever raided was the kitchen. But as he did so often, Snape forced aside his impulses and merely motioned for James to continue.
He enjoyed seeing James uncomfortable. He offered no assistance, forcing Potter to struggle with his delicate innuendoes. "So, I heard that...you...you have sex with some of the other boys. For money."
"Yes." Snape said, going no further.
"Well, I want...that is, I'd like..." James swallowed, not from nerves, exactly, but just because he was unsure how to phrase his request. Severus was amused, but on a schedule. He decided to let the boy out of his misery.
"Do you want me to blow you, fuck you, or be fucked by you, Potter?" he asked in as bored a tone as he could muster.
"Oh," James said, blushing hard, "well. When you put it that way..."
"Which, Potter? I haven't got all day."
"The first, I guess--and maybe..."
"Let's start small, shall we?" Severus sneered. "Not that you have a choice, of course." He gestured to the locker rooms. "Step in my office, Potter."
"N-now?"
"No time like the present," Snape sighed. "Move along, if you want it."
"Well...."
"That's what I thought. Why don't you ask Sirius, or Peter? They know what to do, trust me." He turned on his heel and began to trudge up the hill to the castle.
James ran a few steps to catch up. "Wait!" he called.
"Not in the open, Potter," Snape muttered at him. "Have you no brains whatsoever?" James sputtered an apology, which Snape disdained. "Look: if you're determined about this, meet me tomorrow afternoon, 3:00, in the old bathroom on the sixth floor. No one uses it anymore. Bring your money." He picked up his pace and lengthened his stride, wanting to get away before he hexed the Gryffindor student out of sheer spite.
James had met him, of course. He explained the whole story, though Severus could not have cared less, and when he finished, Severus laid down for him in a clinical, passionless manner the possibilities, and attendant fees. James made his decision. He pulled his robes up around his waist and sat on one of the ancient toilets.
Severus knelt in front of him, reaching between James's thin legs. James's penis jumped at the first brush of contact and he gasped a little in surprise.
"Relax, Potter," Snape said contemptuously. "It's not that different from when you jerk yourself off." He rolled his eyes and went back to concentrating on the task, suppressing the question of whether James had ever had the stones to do himself. Wetting his lips, he leaned forward and licked the tip of James's cock before putting it in his mouth.
Snape had no way to estimate how many times he'd given head. He stopped counting long ago. He had a pretty good system, one which he could modify depending on the subject. Some liked to be teased first, licked and nipped with tiny nibbles up and down the shaft. Some liked their balls cupped and fondled along with the tongue work. Some just wanted it fast and hard, a clean suck. But James responded to everything so well. Every flick of Snape's tongue caused James to quiver. Snape reached out to balance himself and James caught his arm, wrapped it around his own waist, grabbed Snape's shoulders. Ordinarily, Severus could ignore this and go on, but he jumped under the sudden contact. He opened his mouth wider and brought James's shaft deeper into his throat. It was already swollen and slick with pre-come. Dimly, Snape realized that James probably had never touched himself at all. Freak. It strengthened his resolve and he pumped more quickly, hoping to beat him off in record time. But James hung on, clinging to Snape's shoulders and bucking his hips against the other boy's hot mouth, on the edge but not quite toppling over into orgasm. He lifted his legs to squeeze Severus's waist, draw him in more.
Severus opened his eyes and sat up, switching to his hands for a bit so he could breathe. James continued to writhe in time to Snape's ministrations, his eyes half-closed, his mouth open and ripe, his erection hot and twitching. Severus smiled despite himself. He'd never thought of James as a slut before--an overbearing, desperately popular, brown-nosing little suck-up, sure, but not a slut--but, he supposed, all that sexual repression had to count for something. Unbidden, he pictured James, lying on his bed, masturbating for an audience, and felt his own penis react immediately. Pushing the thoughts aside, he returned to the work at hand.
He slowed his pace, moving his hand to the base of James's shaft. He shifted the other hand to fondle the fleshy underside of James's scrotum, squeezing slightly until the boy moaned in pleasure/pain. Using his thumbs, Severus massaged the skin and muscle in both places, leaning in and nipping occasionally. James was already close again, begging. Severus took a deep breath and clamped his mouth over James's head. His hand around the boy's shaft pumped and squeezed and his tongue darted all around, and in a thrashing, screaming burst, James climaxed.
He came for what felt like forever. Snape pulled away, finally, resisting an irrational urge to lick his lips. He didn't want to give James any sign that this might be as enjoyable for him as it was for his client. He stood up, stretching his legs and letting the blood flow back to his feet, as well as putting some distance between them.
"I.... Wow." James panted. "I never--wow." He repeated. His robes were still bunched around his waist and he looked ridiculous--but beautiful. Severus forced that thought aside as well.
"Five galleons," he growled instead, not meeting the boy's eye. He held out his hand.
James stood up. He rearranged his robes and dug into his pocket for a small sack of coins. But as he counted out five gold pieces and dribbled them into Severus's palm, he also reached out and pulled his rival into his arms. He tilted Severus's chin with one finger and kissed him full on the lips.
Snape broke away immediately. "What the hell do you think you're doing, Potter?" he screamed. "Get the fuck out of here!"
James ran out amid a stream of apologies, none of which Snape wanted to hear. He pitched the money as hard as he could against the broken mirror by the sinks. He neither wanted nor needed James's pity.
*****
Except he did. It took a few weeks for them even to look at one another again, but when James tossed him a note in their Runes class, he didn't ignore it. "I'm sorry. Can we talk? There's an old shed near Greenhouse 4; meet me there after class tonight?"
He looked up and saw James look away very quickly. But then Black looked over and Severus snarled at him. Black blew him a scornful kiss and went back to paying attention to the lesson.
Snape wanted to crumple the note up, to watch it burst into flames at a tap of his wand as a token of his answer. But he knew it was a lie. He'd be there. How could he not? James was already eating into his soul.
He took his wand with him, just in case. It wouldn't be the first time his gang or their gang had asked for a private meeting that turned out to be an ambush. But a careful walk around the shed told him James was alone. He slipped inside the rotting door of the shed--when did Filch plan to take it down?--and stood as far across the little space as he could.
"Well?" he asked in his best, most haughty voice.
"I didn't know," James said strangely. "I--you must think I'm very naïve, Severus, but I didn't realize you could make me feel that way and not feel anything yourself."
"Feel like what?" Severus asked. That hadn't been what he meant to say, surely. Had James just said his name?
"On fire, pins and needles, so alive and yet dying at the same time. Hasn't anyone ever done that to you?" He didn't wait for an answer. "Someone must have done, or you wouldn't know how to make me feel that way. I just--wanted to return the favour."
Severus wanted to tell him in a callous and supercilious way that he was a fool, and that it wasn't a favour, it was a paid transaction. He opened his mouth to say it, but nothing came out. A low growl formed at the back of his throat. Anger, good. He could hold onto that. Channel that. Direct it at James.... But as he stepped forward, planning to fire a killing blow of words, the growl turned distressingly into...a sob? He clutched at James's robes as if to claw through them and rip into James's heart, but as soon as he came within range, the other boy encircled him in his arms.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have tried to...." James whispered and soothed and stroked Severus's back. He lifted the other off his chest and kissed him again, slowly, passionately, and tenderly. "Look, can we start over?" he asked.
"No," Severus said thickly, pulling himself together. "There's no starting over, Potter. But I think we can go on from here."
They reached an agreement in the dimming light of the old tool shed. As far as anyone else knew, there was nothing. James tried even then to convince Severus to stop accepting money for favours, but he refused. At least James agreed that no one should know. James had his own reasons, Severus was sure, but he didn't care. It wasn't good for business, not at all, for anyone to think theirs was more than a client/provider relationship.
Sometimes, Severus told himself he was just getting paid a different way. Like with Lucius Malfoy. He knew what he wanted out of that relationship, and he was going to get it, one way or another. James was no different.
*****
So he never called it "dating." He never thought of James as a lover. No more than he thought of Malfoy like one. Means to an end, all of them. Just means to an end. Harder to get hurt that way.
But it didn't mean he couldn't enjoy himself. James just didn't understand that. He needed Malfoy, needed him to get an introduction, to move up in the world after school. What other choices did he have? Influence the ministry with his wealth and charming personality? That was the Malfoy way, not the Snape way. So he put James out of his mind and allowed himself to look forward to Lucius's visits.
But James got in the way again. Lucius barely got started with him before rolling off Severus and asking him what was wrong.
"What do you mean?" Severus said with an unconvincing smile.
"You're distracted. It's hardly a turn-on," Lucius said coldly. "What's the matter? Break up with your lover?"
Severus knew this game. He leaned across the grown man's chest, licking a nipple without breaking eye contact. "You're my lover," he whispered lasciviously.
Lucius laughed and grabbed the luxurious bunch of soft, silky hair. "Bullshit, bitch." He tugged, making Severus pant and lean back. "You're my piece of ass, that's all. I mean your boyfriend. What happened? Did he ditch you for a real girl?" He rolled Severus onto his back and pinned him there, switching his grip to the slim wrists.
"You know," Severus said trying not to look too happy at the digging of Lucius's nails, "you accuse me of being distracted, when all you want to do is talk." He craned his neck to lick along Lucius's jaw. He could feel Lucius's reactionary shudder all down his torso and into his reawakened member. With a low chuckle, Lucius repositioned himself, pinning Severus's arms with his knees.
"You'll pay for that, slut," he promised, pressing his fresh erection against Severus's chin. "Suck it," he ordered, digging his hands in behind Severus's head, pressing him up and onto his cock.
Severus opened his mouth obediently. He loved the feeling of almost gagging on Lucius's hard, hot penis, especially with the man's long, tough fingers forcing him to take in the whole length. He sucked and swallowed and teased, remembering all he had learned about Lucius's tastes, until his partner came, jerking and spastic.
Lucius told him to bring in some water. When he came back from the little bathroom of Lucius's chamber, the tall blond was leaning against the pillows, sheets around his legs. He held out one hand for the glass which Severus offered.
"Merlin's beard, but you can give head, boy," the rich wizard told him candidly. He patted the bed next to him and Severus draped himself artfully to fill the space. Lucius casually placed an arm around the boy and let him snuggle a bit. "Now, seriously, what's going on with your James?" he asked mildly, setting the glass on the bedside table.
"I've seen you watch him when you're here," Severus said slowly, deflecting the question.
Lucius was quiet too long before answering. His grey eyes went completely cold, as if he were weighing his answer. Then, too nonchalant, he said, "So? Do you own him?"
"Yes," Severus said immediately. "I do. But I can get him for you, if you want. You do, don't you?"
Lucius hesitated. Certainly, the slim figure, the wild hair, those deep brown eyes--and the way his fingers dragged over his skin, sometimes he could still feel that brief contact--but once again, he sensed the young man beside him was playing him in some larger chess game.
"What do you want, Severus?" he asked carefully.
"I want you to be happy, of course," the boy answered coquettishly. It was a lie, but Lucius didn't call him on it.
"I...don't think it's a good idea," Lucius said with narrowing eyes. "His father's well-placed, you know."
"I know. But he'll do what I tell him to do. I'm not jealous; how could I be? Think how much you want him. You could have us both. Don't you want that?" He lazily stroked Lucius's sides and arms with his fingertips, dragging the nails lightly to raise gooseflesh in the chilly room. "You've wanted him as much as me, from the first. Maybe more. Admit it. You want us both. I can get that for you." His voice hypnotized and captivated Lucius. He looked deep into the man's eyes, promising everything. "Imagine taking him the way you take me, while I watch you both." Lucius shuddered. "Imagine being inside me while I suck him off, wouldn't you like to see that? Feel it? Pinch his hard little nipples while I wrap my mouth around yours?" His hands moved more quickly, frantically, until the pressure they built blew.
"Yes!" Lucius admitted with a strangled cry. He gripped Severus's wrists to stop him. "But no," he said, regaining control. "It's bad enough.... Not him."
"Because he's a Potter?"
"Yes."
Snape glowered and moistened his lips menacingly. "Afraid of what will happen if it gets out?" he asked with extreme sarcasm.
Lucius laughed cruelly, understanding the implied threat. "You've got as many secrets to hide as I have, Snape." He forced the boy to lean against him in a rough embrace. "Potter's lily clean; you know it and I know it."
"Not as clean as you think," Severus said darkly. "But leaving that aside. I can get him for you, and it will be secret. If you're worried he'll be unwilling, don't. He wants you--he's told me so. I can get him for you."
Lucius sighed. "And what do you want in exchange?" he asked flatly.
"An introduction to the Death Eaters. Bring me in."
"You? Or you and your friends?"
"Just me, for now."
Lucius chuckled again. "So, we finally know your price, little whore. That's what you offer me. But what do you have to offer them?"
Severus smiled coldly. "I know as much about the Dark Arts as any of you did when you joined them," he assured the other. "And I have other talents, as you know." He stroked the man's inner thigh.
A lazy finger traced the line of Severus's jaw, his neck, his shoulder, his ribs. He held perfectly still. "You'll be their sex slave, is that it?"
"If that's what it takes," he answered without shame.
"Hmmm..." Lucius pulled him closer and into a savage kiss. "Get me Potter. Then we'll see."
TBC....
