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Against Better Judgement, Chapter 5
Disclaimers: 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.
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: Here it is, finally! The next installment of Against Better Judgement. If you haven't read the previous chapters, especially chapter 4, I strongly suggest you go back and find them before reading chapter 5.
However, if you insist that you remember enough and don't have to go back, I'll give you a brief refresher: Severus, the school's most notorious male prostitute, has convinced James to join him for an evening with Lucius Malfoy. Lucius promptly sent Severus away to enjoy James's talents alone, to which James consented. They tell Severus to return in two hours, and Lucius sets to work on James. James had just passed out from the hair-raising sex....
Twenty minutes later, when he awoke, James found himself still "tied" to the bed, but face-up this time.
"Ah, you're back," Lucius said breezily. "Good. We still have an hour." He leaned in close until his face filled James's field of vision. With his lips almost touching James's, he whispered. "What shall we do with you, hm?"
James flexed his arms experimentally, but they were pinned. "Since you've positioned me this way, sir, I guess you must have some ideas," he said. His voice sounded thick and lower than usual in his ears.
Lucius chuckled licentiously. "Oh, I could think of a number of things," he said dangerously. "But I want to know what you'd like."
This sounded good to James, but before he answered, he considered carefully. Everything he knew about Malfoy, between Severus's reports and of course his family's interactions, suggested that the young man could twist almost any situation to his will. Hadn't he effectively destroyed young Amos Diggory's career before it even began? His father had told him all about it: how Amos with barely a year's work at the Ministry got shunted into the Centaur Office over some supposed scandal? True, he was young and had time to climb his way back, perhaps into Magical Creatures, and equally true, no one knew for sure the complaint came from Malfoy Manor, but hadn't Amos had the temerity to win a rather large bet against Lucius Malfoy regarding the outcome of the League Cup? And now here James was, being asked a question that would sound perfect coming from a lover, but sparked of trouble coming from this man. He was playing with fire.
James decided he liked the fire. Severus was so gentle, almost afraid he'd do anything to hurt James. When he did get a little rough, which was rare, but not impossible, James relished the passion that resulted. How to simulate that passion, without taking from Lucius the illusion of the upper hand?
"I've never had anyone ask that," James said, not entirely truthfully, but wanting to bait Lucius along a bit.
"No?" Lucius snarled with a flash in his eyes. "Not your precious whore, Severus? He's only interested in you for what you give him, is that it?"
"Sev's not--" James began, but stopped himself. But it was too late.
"So, you are fooled by him," Lucius concluded, catching even the smallest bit of James's automatic defense. "Ever the upright Gryffindor, Potter? I wonder how you two got together in the first place. Do you really think he cares?" Lucius asked, looming over James to stroke his chest roughly. "Did he tell you why you're here?"
James thought he saw a flicker of jealousy, but it was gone before he could be sure. Somehow he felt sure that the reasons Severus gave Lucius were different than the arguments he issued to James, and in a flash of inspiration he thought it might connect to the "bargain" Lucius mentioned earlier. But he didn't want to worry about that, didn't want to take the bait Lucius laid out for him so neatly. Lucius's grey eyes bored into him with the steely glint of drill bits flashing as they revolved.
"I wanted to be here," James answered, hoping to deflect Lucius's cold obsession with his dissembling.
"Ah, you wanted to be here," Lucius repeated, making it sound somehow less good, less noble, making the admission one of guilt with his tone. "And why is that, little lion? Can it be that you wanted this?" He reared up on his knees, displaying himself. He ran one hand down over his own torso to grasp his own manhood lovingly. "What is it that Severus doesn't give you, if that's so?"
James's eyes watered with desire. Watching Lucius touch himself like that, so confidently, so controlled, and a man's astute grasp of what he had given James, as different from Severus as day from night, yet somehow compelling him and leaving him wanting more. Lucius could have been bluffing, of course, he reasoned, about Severus. But what he said, "what doesn't Severus give you?" was more right that James had known. As soon as Lucius said it, James felt the sharp edge of that truth. It danced on the edge of his heart, but he pushed it away angrily. He abandoned guile. Let Lucius think what he wanted, as long as he gave him more.
"You're a man," James said, feeling his way for his words. "You know. You've taught Severus new things, haven't you?" He waited for Lucius to acknowledge this, but the other simply looked down at him like a predator contemplating its dinner. "I want to learn first-hand," he told Lucius, only realising as he admitted it that he meant it. Every word. He wanted to feel on equal ground with Severus, in experience, in shamelessness, in everything. He wanted to prove to Severus that he could match him. That he understood.
"Learn what?" Lucius pressed, trailing his hands lazily up James's legs, stopping just short of his crotch.
James's breath quickened. "How... how to drive you as crazy as you make me," he answered.
"And?" Lucius skipped his fingers over James's nipples.
"And...how to make you beg, like you made me," James responded, feeling his erection jump from Lucius's sudden touch.
"And?" he prompted once more, dipping down to breathe against James's reddening flesh.
"And...how to...how to fuck you, how you like to be fucked." James bit out the cuss words, feeling a rush of freedom even as he uttered them. "Please," he said, pulling away from the bed as much as his bonds would allow. "Please teach me to fuck you," he begged in a breathless rush.
He almost squealed with pleasure when Lucius's mouth crashed down upon his, pressing him back against the bedspread.
****
Severus had no desire to go back to his common room after Lucius sent him away. He was unaccustomed to worrying about anyone other than himself, but he was worried about James. He prowled the empty corridors, keeping an eye out for Mrs Norris out of habit more than vigilance. He visited the owlery briefly, but that made him think of Plautus's letter, so he left that aerie and wandered over to the astronomy tower. He hadn't got three-quarters up the staircase before he heard the rustling sounds and moaning. Someone was already there, obviously. Under other circumstances, he might have been tempted to sneak up and find out who, but he wasn't in the mood tonight. He retraced his steps back to the classroom areas, past the library, and through the twisting passageways.
As a general rule, he avoided the entrance hall. There was nowhere to hide should one of the ghosts come along. But his route back to Lucius's room meant he had to venture into its cavernous space, so he took a brief glance to either side and crept through as quickly and quietly as possible.
He was half-way across, right in the open, when Filch wandered in from the Great Hall.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Filch hissed at him. He had a chicken leg in one hand, half-eaten, and looked as worried about finding a student out of bounds as being caught by one while eating.
"I have an appointment," Snape answered, drawing himself up to a haughty posture. "But I see it will have to wait." He closed in on Filch, whose eyes darted around the hall warily.
Filch was still relatively new to Hogwarts, and had been thrown into his job without much practice. He had only served one year of his apprenticeship to the previous caretaker, Apollyon Pringle, before the old man died ahead of schedule. Filch complained to the Headmaster that he would never learn the lay of the castle quickly enough to catch wayward students without some kind of assistant. In response, Professor Dumbledore obtained for the school, at some expense, a magical cat to help him. Filch's greatest fear was that he would never be able to justify her purchase, since he suspected that she failed to report half of what she saw, and wondered whether she didn't delight in making his job difficult. He didn't get on well with cats--dogs were preferred for this kind of work. Still, it was better to use Mrs Norris and be seen as a fearsome team than to admit defeat at the hands of adolescent wizards. Filch, who was quite young himself at only 20, adopted a gruesome attitude which he hoped contributed to the effect, threatening heinous punishments for those who got caught.
Snape, however, was not fooled. He beckoned Filch to follow him into the same alcove where Lucius and James had started this whole mess months ago.
"You're out of bounds," Filch protested. "I have to report you for this."
"No, you don't," Snape fired back over his shoulder. "Come into my office, and let's work this out, shall we?"
Filch, confused, decided it was better not to let the student out of his sight. "You're... Snape, isn't it? You're in Slytherin, if I'm not mistaken."
"You are not," Snape conceded easily. He closed the door softly and led Filch near one of the wing chairs by the fireplace, which was cold and swept clean. "Now, I have a proposition to offer you."
His eyes flicked over Filch: the long corduroy trousers he wore, the heavy linen work shirt, his many-pocketed coat and cornered hat. Filch's face was thin, but he had a strong chin and slightly bulging eyes of very light grey, reflecting any light that chanced to pass over them. He still clutched the chicken leg like a wand. But of course, Filch had no wand. He was a Squib, a fact he carefully concealed from the students.
"You've been here almost a year on your own; a year alongside Pringle, the old bat, before that. I'm sure you've figured out by now that Hogwarts can be a very... lonely place." Snape pulled his gaze down to Filch's trousers. "Especially for a young man like yourself, Mr Filch." He took one step forward, just close enough for his robes to brush Filch's coat, and looked into the young man's bulging eyes. "I can change that for you."
Filch's eyes narrowed briefly while he thought through Snape's implications. Then, blustering, and flushing even in the half-light of the anteroom, he stepped back.
"I'm... not interested," he stammered.
"No?" Snape's eyes swept down Filch's body to his crotch, then back up. He smiled a knowing, sensuous smile, enjoying the man's obvious discomfort. "Somehow, I doubt that."
Filch retreated again, or rather tried to do. He was standing too close to the chair, and when he backed up another step, the backs of his knees caught the arm. He fell into the chair sideways, looking up at Snape. The chicken leg dropped to the rug with a dull thud.
"I'm not...queer," he protested weakly.
"Oh, don't worry," Snape whispered with a wry smile as he laid hold of Filch's leg at the calf and brought it and himself to the front of the chair. "You don't need to be."
Filch jumped and sat up straight. "I think you'd better go," he sputtered, unable to meet Snape's intense gaze.
"Is that what you really want?" Snape countered, kneeling in front of the chair and running his hand slowly up the inside of Filch's other leg, still flung over the upholstered arm. He could feel the heat of Filch's blood rushing to his crotch.
"I told you, didn't I?" Filch said through clenched teeth.
"Mm..." Snape agreed, but was clearly unconvinced. "But consider carefully. Even in Hogsmeade, there aren't many who would willingly go with a Squib."
Filch started even more violently, but Snape was prepared for his reaction, and clamped on the man's thighs to keep him getting away. Filch was well-paid by Dumbledore. He couldn't possibly spend it all at the Hog's Head. Snape might as well gain a new client, if he could. "How...how did you know I'm a Squib?"
"Easy," Snape shrugged artlessly. "No robes, no wand. Besides, I grew up with one. My uncle's partner. I don't mind, if you don't," He looked up sincerely, his voice like silk on glass. Filch couldn't even think how to respond. He was about to say something, when Snape moved his hand over the bulge in Filch's trousers, and whatever protest the young caretaker had prepared died, transmuting instead to a low groan.
Snape chuckled low once, and went to work.
Filch wore old-fashioned trousers that buttoned up the front on either side, which made Snape's job even easier. He unfastened the fly efficiently in the dark, easing the man's shorts open as well. Filch's penis poked up from his lap, as if anticipating the rare experience it was about to receive. He was uncircumcised, but Severus had seen that before. He gently pulled the Squib's foreskin open with his lips, then slid his tongue inside the little sac.
Filch shuddered gratifyingly, letting out another quiet moan. Severus worked his way over the head as Filch trembled underneath him. It didn't take long. As his trick's orgasm subsided, Severus ran his tongue down his shaft once and all the way back up to catch a last dribble of semen. He looked up and licked his lips, giving Filch a satisfaction he hadn't granted James at
first. This time, he wanted Filch to think he enjoyed it.
"See?" Snape said, petting Filch's dick as he put it away for him. "You're no queerer now than ten minutes ago. Difference is, now you want more." He sat back on his heels, knowing Filch wouldn't contradict him. "If you ever want me to do that again, though, there are some conditions."
Filch didn't look at him, but nodded silently. At that confirmation, Snape went on. "First, this one was free. Consider it a sample of what I offer. From now on, it's five Galleons a suck. And if I'm ever reported for being in the corridors at night, no more service. Is that a bargain, Mr Filch?"
In that delicate moment, the right words were everything. Had Snape reinforced his hold over the man, calling him Squib or something equally derogatory, the caretaker would not have agreed. But to address him with respect, after bringing him so low, meant Snape understood the significance of their relative positions. It meant that, although he was setting the terms, he would keep Filch's confidence. It was a perfect set-up, and they both knew it. Filch merely nodded. They did not shake hands, but Snape knew the agreement would stick.
He got to his feet. Filch, still too stunned by the sensations Snape created, and the way the boy subtly shifted the balance of power between them, cleared his throat just as Snape crossed behind the chair on his way out.
"Get back to your dormitory," he said too meekly.
"Of course, Mr Filch," Snape agreed. "As soon as I've finished with my previous engagement." He opened the door slowly, checked the hall for ghosts, and slipped out.
Less than five minutes later he was outside Lucius's door.
****
James knew, in some corner of his psyche, that Severus wouldn't like this new side of him. He realised, as Lucius moved his hands for him over the smooth, muscular form, pale as milk in the candlelight, that what Severus valued was James's purity. In a brief two hours with Lucius, James felt wanton, but so alive. Lucius called him a slut, a tramp: James realised that he really was. Severus was right, so right: there was a freedom to sex with Lucius. But also a danger, delicious in its threat and so exciting to touch and feel and taste, not in any concrete way, but intangible as ... magic. When he performed his first real spell, at the age of three, James had felt the tingle which was now familiar. It was nothing he could describe, nothing he could hang onto or point to with clarity, but he knew it was there. So with Lucius, he couldn't necessarily qualify the sensations, but he could tell it was all working.
He was still on his back, looking up at Lucius, but Lucius had released the spell pinning him to the bed. Lucius had licked James's palm wet and slick and was now using it to rub himself under his scrotum, encouraging James to squeeze ever so lightly. He leaned forward over James, pressing their hands back toward his anus.
"Kiss me?" James asked, not daring to push for initiative. Lucius still controlled the action, even though he was fulfilling James's every request.
Lucius pulled at James's lips with his teeth, biting down just a little too hard. James leaned into the kiss, loving the roughness.
"Tell me what I am?" he heard himself asking, as if he needed Lucius to confirm it for him.
"Slut. Whore. Tramp. Piece of arse," Lucius supplied with a haughty smile. "Nothing. Mine."
James shuddered, feeling gooseflesh on his legs and arms from the sounds of Lucius's words. It was exhilarating, to be treated like nothing, and yet cherished. He felt coursing sensations driving him further to ecstasy, feelings Severus never evoked. With Severus everything was comfortable, certainly, and tender and sweet, but it was almost as if... as if Severus wore kid gloves with him. Lucius was forceful, passionate, visceral in his lovemaking. God help him, he loved it.
"Lucius..." James breathed the name in spite of himself.
Lucius groaned and jabbed James's finger against his own prostate. With a wordless cry, he bent over James's chest to suckle his nipple hard. He rose to his knees again, guiding another finger inside, using his other hand to touch James intimately.
When no reproof came from his companion about using his name, James opened his eyes. He hadn't even realised they were closed, but now it occurred to him that he had shut them before speaking last.
Lucius let James work his fingers inside him for a time, while he coated James's other hand with lubricant and made him stroke himself to slick up. From time to time James would groan, or Lucius would, but no other conversation passed. They were panting heavily when Lucius next spoke.
"Now," Lucius said through gritted teeth. James could discern no difference between how Lucius felt now or how he was moments ago, but did not argue. "Inside, Potter, now," he ordered, spreading his crack for James to enter.
James fumbled only a little as his head slid past Lucius's rim. It felt so tight, so dry and tight. As he rubbed his head back and forth the lube did its job and his movements grew easier. He pressed up and up, working his buttocks to push into his partner's cavity. Lucius also pounded down, impaling himself, reaching out to hold James's waist and support the boy's weight while James thrust.
James worked by feel, too excited by the sensations to open his eyes. He forced them open only when he had got the rhythm. Lucius too had his eyes squeezed shut, as if by not looking at James, he could deny the act they performed.
"Want... you..." James panted on separate breaths. He rose up a little to caress Lucius's behind. Lucius sat up as James did, pulling James to a seated position and using him that way, controlling his own movement up and down James's shaft.
James availed himself of the new pose to lick and suck at Lucius's chest, holding the older man as he fought not to come too soon, to wait for Lucius. But he was too inexperienced, even from the times Severus had let him take on the aggressive role, and his impatient blood streamed back out, jerking him into ejaculation before he could control the impulse.
"Gaaaah," Lucius cried as he felt James climax. He pushed James down to the bed again, abandoning any illusion of equality, and picked himself up off the newly flaccid lump of muscle. He coated James's hands with lubricant again, this time directing them to his own cock, still long and hard and unrelenting.
"Yes..." James said, nodding, knowing that he could not leave Lucius so unfulfilled. "Please, yes, please fuck me again, fuck me so hard...." He went on babbling, almost incoherent with need. He felt Lucius slam his prick inside, hissed from the sudden pain of skin breaking and blood flowing, and pushed out against the pressure. So hard...so good, he thought, his eyes rolling and breath coming out in gusts.
"What are you?" Lucius asked in a low rumble, like a powerful dragon in its lair.
James tried to say it, but shook his head. "Please, tell me," he begged. "Tell me--I want to hear you say it," he pleaded.
"Hear me say what?" Lucius teased, slowing his stroke to savour the moment.
"Say...." James tried again, too full of Lucius to form the words.
"Tell me what you want to hear," Lucius purred at him, pulling back oh, so slowly, only to ram inside again and make James grunt passionately.
"Slut..." James requested.
"Slut," Lucius echoed, drawing the word out.
"Wh...whore!" James shouted as Lucius drove into him again.
"Whore," Lucius whispered, leaning close so that James could feel the hot expiration of air in the word, could smell Lucius's breath as he drew the syllable to its fullest.
"Tra-a-a-amp!" James moaned wantonly, shaking now.
"Hm-mm. Tramp." Lucius laughed first, then bit the word out this time, quick, clipped, and very close to James's ear.
"Oh...." James wailed under a fresh assault. Lucius dipped his head and then flung it back as his own completion finally overtook him. "Lucius!" James cried, nails digging into the other's back as the stream of semen shot into him, hot and wet, tickling as it trickled down between them.
Lucius jerked a few times to clean himself out, then eased off of James, collapsing to one side of him. "What happened to 'sir?'" he asked, growling with pleasure.
****
Severus arrived just in time to hear James shout through the thick oak door. "Lucius!" he heard, muffled but ecstatic. Severus felt his stomach lurch. He thought about leaving them alone, about giving them more time. Jealousy coursed through him for one solitary moment. What if James didn't want him to interrupt? What if he preferred Lucius, now? Severus stood there, paralysed, thinking through the possibilities. James's cry was not one of pain or fear, so at least he wasn't being hurt. What were they doing? He closed his eyes under another onslaught of doubt, but swallowed hard and, willing the feeling away, knocked politely. He had to know, to see for himself the results of his experiment. And he had to make sure Lucius was happy. Oh, yes, he needed Lucius to be happy. He heard more noises, muted by the substantial door, and then it swung open on Lucius in a dressing gown.
"You're late," he observed, beckoning impatiently and shutting the door behind them in a hurry.
"I...." Severus thought how he could explain the interlude with Filch. The room smelled of sex and whiskey, assaulting his nostrils as he stepped inside.
"Never mind," Lucius said gruffly. Severus looked about for James, then heard noises from the bath.
"You've got quite a protégé there, Severus," Lucius told him, following his gaze to the closed bathroom door. "A lot of potential, if you want to pimp him out."
Severus tried to cover the catch of his breath. "Would I have sent you a second-rate whore?" he asked with a shrug he hoped was nonchalant.
"No," Lucius agreed, cupping Severus's head possessively. "Not when you've a gesture of faith to fulfill."
Snape pressed himself a little closer, hiding the hope behind an expression of lust. "And have I done?" he asked seductively.
"You've delivered," Lucius confirmed. He smoothed back the slick hair from Severus's face. "But I'm not yet satisfied as to your motives."
"What do you--" Severus began, but just then James opened the bathroom door and came out. Lucius backed off strangely, as if watching a play being performed just for him.
"Sev!" James said with obvious delight. He was naked, his penis bouncing lightly with each movement, but not yet hard again. "Everything okay?" he asked when he came closer. His eyes were very bright.
"Yes, fine," Severus heard himself say. "You?" he asked, resisting the urge to jerk his head at Lucius in reference.
James smiled his heart-breaking smile, the one that made the girls practically swoon for him. "Great." He grabbed Severus around the waist and kissed him. "Want something to drink?"
"James," Lucius commanded from the door where he leaned, watching them. "Come here," he ordered.
James complied as if trained to obey. He crossed the room in three steps, looking up at Lucius expectantly.
"Go lie down on the bed," Lucius told him, his voice indulgent but firm. He sounded like a parent with a small child, or a master with his dog. "Severus and I were talking."
James nodded, cowed completely by Lucius's condescending handling. He flashed a brief smile at Severus as he crossed the room again, this time lounging on the bed, seeming not to care about the conversation he had interrupted. "What have you done to him?" Severus asked suspiciously when Lucius returned to his side.
"I?" Lucius said innocently, placing splayed fingertips against his own chest. "Nothing, really. A little scotch, a little Re'em blood, and I just gave him the bang of his life, is all." He raised his eyebrows smugly. "Would you like to see me do it again?"
Severus felt the unfamiliar envy well up again. He glanced over at James, displayed on the bed like a centerfold, watching them without worry.
"There's got to be something more," Severus insisted. "Is there?"
Lucius shrugged. "A little U-4-ia, maybe." He grinned evilly.
"You drugged him?" Severus asked, incredulous. "He was willing--"
"Relax, boy," Lucius sneered, rolling his eyes at him. "He only just took it. He was starting to pass out, and we wouldn't want to spoil the fun, would we? It won't hurt him: it's very high quality. It just makes him highly suggestive."
Severus glared darkly. "You never said anything about drugs," he protested.
"Who are you going to tell, bitch?" Lucius fired back coldly. "The Headmaster? His father? Yours? I know all about you, Severus Snape, all about everything you'd like to keep secret. And then who would they believe?" He snapped his arms out and under Severus's arms, pulling him in cruelly. "You haven't got a leg to stand on, unless you do exactly as I say."
"I would have done, anyway," Severus protested, but his mumbled admission was cut off as Lucius gripped him hard, bruising his mouth with a vicious kiss.
"You're overdressed for this party," Lucius told him when he pushed him away. "You were the one who insisted we all do this together, so go on. Robes off."
Severus looked over at James, who lay on the bed, watching the exchange with a beatific grin on his face. His uncle's partner had tried U-4-ia a couple times, with clients. He remembered what Plautus had to say about it. "It's like being completely detached from anything that doesn't feel good. It blocks all the pain, leaving only the pleasure. And it's not like LSD or mushrooms or even heroine, love. No withdrawal--that's the magic in it, so it's not exactly addictive. You wake up next morning, with clear memories of everything you did, still just as pain free. Course, it's bloody expensive, and highly illegal, so I doubt I'll ever get my hands on it again." Looking at James, he believed that the high might be worth the risks. After all, it wasn't like he would let anything bad happen to James.
He crossed to the bed, unable to suppress a feeling of joy as James sat up to meet him. "Are you sure you're all right?" he asked James slowly and clearly.
"I'm just great," James said again. "C'mon, Sev, loosen up. Strip like Lucius says."
Severus raised his hands to his collar and unfastened it. He pulled the hem of the robe up, above knees, above waist, and off. He dropped it to the floor, sliding down to remove his underwear, boots, and socks. He could feel Lucius's eyes on him, drinking him like the whiskey in his flask.
"Kiss me," James invited, holding out a hand to draw Severus onto the bed.
Severus crawled into James's arms, turned on by the situation in spite of his doubts about the drug. James pulled him closer, hungrily lapping at him with his tongue, searching and licking inside his mouth as their lips met.
He was absorbed enough in the kiss, tasting the changes in James's mouth and the way he moved, now that Lucius had had him, that he tensed when he felt more weight sink onto the bed behind him. James felt him start and eased him calm like the skittish Aethenon pony they'd walked together.
"It's just Lucius," he said soothingly.
Lucius snaked his arms under Severus's to grasp James and pull him closer, sandwiching the Slytherin student. He slid his knees between Severus's legs, pressing them apart slightly as he leaned forward to hold James as well. James, as if on cue, spread his legs to straddle Lucius's knees, nestling his own instrument against Severus's and rubbing them together between their abdomens.
"What was it you said you wanted to do now, Severus?" Lucius purred in his ear, his hot breath pouring like steam down his neck. "Something about sucking off your lover here with me inside you? Or would you rather blow me while I play with James?"
If his mind had been clearer, free from the stimulation of James beneath and Lucius above, Severus might have had more sense to worry about Lucius's new game. But his hormones were firmly in control tonight. James writhed against him, thoroughly enjoying the attentions of Lucius's straying hands, and Severus bent forward to receive another powerful kiss from James.
Lucius guided them toward one another, a grotesque parody of a child playing with dolls. He fondled first Severus's ass and opening, then James's shaft and balls, moving them together like toys, encouraging them to put on their show for his amusement. He remained behind Severus, watching James penetrate from below, watching from the unusual angle. Once they were bucking in rhythm, he moved to one side, lying up against them both, hands still straying across both boys to pique their sensation. Gradually, he worked his way underneath James, helping him sit up and sandwiching him between himself and Severus.
"James," he whispered in the boy's ear, stroking first James's neck, slick with sweat, then his nipples under Severus's gaze, "Tell Severus what you told me. Tell him why you really agreed to come here."
James nodded, pumping his pelvis still against his classmate's ass. "To prove I know what he does," he articulated between thrusts. "To learn first-hand," he said, not noticing the hardening flint in Severus's eyes.
"Why me, and not Severus?" Lucius prodded, stroking James's damp hair and easing one arm languidly around the boy's sweaty shoulders.
"Sev's too...gentle. Too careful. You....you break me open." He groaned at the imagined feeling.
"What are you, James?" Lucius asked relentlessly, fluttering his lips against James's ear.
"I'm your slut," James shouted, climaxing at the thought.
Lucius laughed, more at the look on Severus's face and his sudden loss of muscle tone than the jubilant exclamation of James as he came. "Yes, you are," he acknowledged, stealing the kiss that should have been Severus's. But before Severus could pull away and leave the bed, he grabbed the dark boy's wrist, drawing him close.
"Don't leave yet," he said menacingly. "We're just getting started." He pulled Severus down so their chests met, ignoring James for a moment while he worked Severus into a new erection, over the young man's feeble protests.
"As I recall, you wanted this, too," he said to Severus. "You distinctly offered James up as a sacrifice."
"I said he wanted you, and he does," Severus managed to say, despite the near incoherence Lucius's hands made him feel. James had recovered now, and was sitting up, watching them with rapt attention. He reached out tentatively at first, then with more confidence as Lucius encouraged him. Lucius pushed Severus to his knees and knelt behind him again.
"James, suck," Lucius ordered, lifting Severus's penis as if it were his own. With a greedy smile, James leaned over where he could work. Severus ignored Lucius's power games, concentrating instead on James, trying to blot out the presence of the other.
But Lucius would not have it so. He pressed Severus to the bed, encouraging James to crawl on top of him to continue his blow job. Then Lucius himself crawled around the two young men to James's side, slicking up his fingers and inserting them into James. Soon he replaced his hands with a more sensitive instrument, smiling with cruel pleasure as the young men beneath him gained new experience.
Severus, looking down at James suckling him, and up at Lucius's cold, assessing gaze, tried to quiet the war within his head. On the one hand, his plan seemed to be working: James certainly was enjoying the acts they perpetrated. Yet, strangely, and in a way he never anticipated, Severus felt a little jealous--hurt, perhaps?--by the answers James provided to Lucius's questions. Could it be that James had merely transferred his affection from himself to Lucius? It was certainly true that he had learned more from Lucius in a few months than he had from anyone else. But hadn't he made his own contributions to James's education as well? How would James feel in the aftermath, knowing everything that happened? And that cry of his, just before Severus returned. He gave himself over to abandon in that cry. James had so much potential. Had Lucius unlocked it in a way Severus never could? Even now. 'Look at him,' he thought bitterly. 'Lucius is ramming it up his arse and he's so calm, just leaning into it like he was made for it. He doesn't care if Lucius hurts him. I care. And ... oh ... he's so beautiful, wrapped around me with his red mouth, his cheeks pulled into his jaws and his hands ... oooh.... Gods, his hands.' Severus lost all sense of worry or doubt as he ejaculated.
Lucius too seemed to sense the need for a break. He wasn't spent, though, so he pulled James backward a bit, leaning him back against his thighs, his hands reaching around and pulling on the boy's nipples, a little show for Severus while he recovered. He smiled, thinking about the next act in his private play.
"James," he whispered when Severus was ready to hear, "Why don't you ask your Severus what he's getting out of this little triad?"
"Okay," James said languidly, smile widening with every thrust against his prostate. "Sev? What are you getting out of this little triad?"
Severus paled. Lucius had used them physically, but he realised too late that this would not be enough. As he had baited James to tell Severus his secrets, his fantasies with Lucius, so he would now use James to force Severus to admit that James was a pawn in a larger game. No. He couldn't let James know that. Couldn't hurt him, not when he wasn't even really in control of his own actions.
"I'm getting the same thing you are, James," he said instead, leaning forward to lick James's abdomen and lower, fighting his own fatigue. "Are you enjoying yourself?" he asked, an habitual question that came easily to his lips.
"Oh, yes...." James hissed, bucking under the twin assaults. "So good...."
"James," Lucius insisted. "Ask Severus to tell you what he told me about you."
"Sev?" James asked, his eyes cloudy from the drug and his over-stimulation.
"Just that you're beautiful," Severus said, staving off the inevitable.
"No," Lucius said, and he was looking at Severus now, over James's shoulder, ignoring the boy in his arms. "No, I mean, your real reason for procuring him for me." He shifted his arm up, away from James's waist and instead around James's jaw, and in a swift, jerking motion, pressed hard. He stretched James's neck threateningly, while his other arm pinned the boy's protesting hands. "Tell him, Severus. James, are you listening?"
James, whose expression was one of abject joy only seconds ago, gasped and choked. "Gg.... Yes," he said, still a little giddy, but somehow aware of the peril.
"Tell him, Severus, or I'll break his neck and you'll go to Azkaban."
Severus gulped, but the decision could only go one way. Lucius had outplayed him. "I... need you."
"For?" Lucius prompted.
"Introductions," Severus said, stalling, knowing Lucius would not stop until he had said everything. "Introductions to... other clients, outside of school."
Lucius jerked James's head further back. "James, do you think he loves you?" he asked contemptuously.
"I...." James couldn't think coherently. The drug was wearing off, but not quickly enough.
"Do you think he told you the truth? Learn a lesson, little Gryffindor. Severus sold you to me for an introduction to a dark circle. Didn't you, Severus?"
Snape nodded, looking away. James made a strangling, choking noise that forced him to look again.
"Now then, my Slytherin friend, I trust I'll have no more pretension about any kind of strangle hold you think you have over me?" Lucius asked, squeezing James's throat slightly, not enough to kill him, just enough to hurt.
"No," Severus said quietly.
"No, what?" Lucius insisted, jerking James's neck again menacingly.
"No, sir," Severus conceded.
"Good," Lucius purred, releasing James abruptly. James crumpled to the bed, gasping for air, but laughing strangely through it. There was a faint, almost comical pop as he slid off Lucius's still swollen cock. Severus thought dimly that Lucius actually got off on the little episode.
But before Severus could check on James, Lucius snatched his wand off the table and held it on him. "Ignore him," he ordered. "He'll be fine. You still have a job to do here," he said, settling against the headboard.
Severus caught the implication. This whole evening had been about what he would and would not do to join the Death Eaters. Ignore James, blow Lucius or be fucked by him, and he would pass. Save James, protect him, and he would lose. James was giggling faintly, still lost in his own drug-induced haze. Severus crawled over him, leaning into Lucius's lap.
When Lucius sighed contentedly a few minutes later, he gestured for the water glass by the bed. Severus brought it, watching while Lucius drank.
"Out," he then said in a clipped, unbalanced tone. "Take your little whore and both of you go."
A last streak of defiance surged though Severus. "Why?" he asked, sounding much more juvenile than he'd intended.
Lucius bared his teeth. "Because I said so, of course. Go on, get out. You'll be contacted when we want you."
James groaned, the drug wearing off at last. "Sev?" he asked weakly.
"Get him out of here," Lucius repeated impatiently, tossing a random robe at Severus. "And don't dare get caught."
To be continued....
Now, at this point, kids, we've run out of the originally posted material. However, I have one more chapter written, and probably at least two or three more to go after that, depending. Though I must warn you, there's some major plot and some really, really harsh, violent sex in the next chapter. But there's also some stuff that while terribly wrong is also, if I do say so myself, sorta hawt.
Spoilers: PoA? Possible GoF. Maybe even OoP, although this was originally begun 2 years before it came out.
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: Here it is, finally! The next installment of Against Better Judgement. If you haven't read the previous chapters, especially chapter 4, I strongly suggest you go back and find them before reading chapter 5.
However, if you insist that you remember enough and don't have to go back, I'll give you a brief refresher: Severus, the school's most notorious male prostitute, has convinced James to join him for an evening with Lucius Malfoy. Lucius promptly sent Severus away to enjoy James's talents alone, to which James consented. They tell Severus to return in two hours, and Lucius sets to work on James. James had just passed out from the hair-raising sex....
Twenty minutes later, when he awoke, James found himself still "tied" to the bed, but face-up this time.
"Ah, you're back," Lucius said breezily. "Good. We still have an hour." He leaned in close until his face filled James's field of vision. With his lips almost touching James's, he whispered. "What shall we do with you, hm?"
James flexed his arms experimentally, but they were pinned. "Since you've positioned me this way, sir, I guess you must have some ideas," he said. His voice sounded thick and lower than usual in his ears.
Lucius chuckled licentiously. "Oh, I could think of a number of things," he said dangerously. "But I want to know what you'd like."
This sounded good to James, but before he answered, he considered carefully. Everything he knew about Malfoy, between Severus's reports and of course his family's interactions, suggested that the young man could twist almost any situation to his will. Hadn't he effectively destroyed young Amos Diggory's career before it even began? His father had told him all about it: how Amos with barely a year's work at the Ministry got shunted into the Centaur Office over some supposed scandal? True, he was young and had time to climb his way back, perhaps into Magical Creatures, and equally true, no one knew for sure the complaint came from Malfoy Manor, but hadn't Amos had the temerity to win a rather large bet against Lucius Malfoy regarding the outcome of the League Cup? And now here James was, being asked a question that would sound perfect coming from a lover, but sparked of trouble coming from this man. He was playing with fire.
James decided he liked the fire. Severus was so gentle, almost afraid he'd do anything to hurt James. When he did get a little rough, which was rare, but not impossible, James relished the passion that resulted. How to simulate that passion, without taking from Lucius the illusion of the upper hand?
"I've never had anyone ask that," James said, not entirely truthfully, but wanting to bait Lucius along a bit.
"No?" Lucius snarled with a flash in his eyes. "Not your precious whore, Severus? He's only interested in you for what you give him, is that it?"
"Sev's not--" James began, but stopped himself. But it was too late.
"So, you are fooled by him," Lucius concluded, catching even the smallest bit of James's automatic defense. "Ever the upright Gryffindor, Potter? I wonder how you two got together in the first place. Do you really think he cares?" Lucius asked, looming over James to stroke his chest roughly. "Did he tell you why you're here?"
James thought he saw a flicker of jealousy, but it was gone before he could be sure. Somehow he felt sure that the reasons Severus gave Lucius were different than the arguments he issued to James, and in a flash of inspiration he thought it might connect to the "bargain" Lucius mentioned earlier. But he didn't want to worry about that, didn't want to take the bait Lucius laid out for him so neatly. Lucius's grey eyes bored into him with the steely glint of drill bits flashing as they revolved.
"I wanted to be here," James answered, hoping to deflect Lucius's cold obsession with his dissembling.
"Ah, you wanted to be here," Lucius repeated, making it sound somehow less good, less noble, making the admission one of guilt with his tone. "And why is that, little lion? Can it be that you wanted this?" He reared up on his knees, displaying himself. He ran one hand down over his own torso to grasp his own manhood lovingly. "What is it that Severus doesn't give you, if that's so?"
James's eyes watered with desire. Watching Lucius touch himself like that, so confidently, so controlled, and a man's astute grasp of what he had given James, as different from Severus as day from night, yet somehow compelling him and leaving him wanting more. Lucius could have been bluffing, of course, he reasoned, about Severus. But what he said, "what doesn't Severus give you?" was more right that James had known. As soon as Lucius said it, James felt the sharp edge of that truth. It danced on the edge of his heart, but he pushed it away angrily. He abandoned guile. Let Lucius think what he wanted, as long as he gave him more.
"You're a man," James said, feeling his way for his words. "You know. You've taught Severus new things, haven't you?" He waited for Lucius to acknowledge this, but the other simply looked down at him like a predator contemplating its dinner. "I want to learn first-hand," he told Lucius, only realising as he admitted it that he meant it. Every word. He wanted to feel on equal ground with Severus, in experience, in shamelessness, in everything. He wanted to prove to Severus that he could match him. That he understood.
"Learn what?" Lucius pressed, trailing his hands lazily up James's legs, stopping just short of his crotch.
James's breath quickened. "How... how to drive you as crazy as you make me," he answered.
"And?" Lucius skipped his fingers over James's nipples.
"And...how to make you beg, like you made me," James responded, feeling his erection jump from Lucius's sudden touch.
"And?" he prompted once more, dipping down to breathe against James's reddening flesh.
"And...how to...how to fuck you, how you like to be fucked." James bit out the cuss words, feeling a rush of freedom even as he uttered them. "Please," he said, pulling away from the bed as much as his bonds would allow. "Please teach me to fuck you," he begged in a breathless rush.
He almost squealed with pleasure when Lucius's mouth crashed down upon his, pressing him back against the bedspread.
****
Severus had no desire to go back to his common room after Lucius sent him away. He was unaccustomed to worrying about anyone other than himself, but he was worried about James. He prowled the empty corridors, keeping an eye out for Mrs Norris out of habit more than vigilance. He visited the owlery briefly, but that made him think of Plautus's letter, so he left that aerie and wandered over to the astronomy tower. He hadn't got three-quarters up the staircase before he heard the rustling sounds and moaning. Someone was already there, obviously. Under other circumstances, he might have been tempted to sneak up and find out who, but he wasn't in the mood tonight. He retraced his steps back to the classroom areas, past the library, and through the twisting passageways.
As a general rule, he avoided the entrance hall. There was nowhere to hide should one of the ghosts come along. But his route back to Lucius's room meant he had to venture into its cavernous space, so he took a brief glance to either side and crept through as quickly and quietly as possible.
He was half-way across, right in the open, when Filch wandered in from the Great Hall.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Filch hissed at him. He had a chicken leg in one hand, half-eaten, and looked as worried about finding a student out of bounds as being caught by one while eating.
"I have an appointment," Snape answered, drawing himself up to a haughty posture. "But I see it will have to wait." He closed in on Filch, whose eyes darted around the hall warily.
Filch was still relatively new to Hogwarts, and had been thrown into his job without much practice. He had only served one year of his apprenticeship to the previous caretaker, Apollyon Pringle, before the old man died ahead of schedule. Filch complained to the Headmaster that he would never learn the lay of the castle quickly enough to catch wayward students without some kind of assistant. In response, Professor Dumbledore obtained for the school, at some expense, a magical cat to help him. Filch's greatest fear was that he would never be able to justify her purchase, since he suspected that she failed to report half of what she saw, and wondered whether she didn't delight in making his job difficult. He didn't get on well with cats--dogs were preferred for this kind of work. Still, it was better to use Mrs Norris and be seen as a fearsome team than to admit defeat at the hands of adolescent wizards. Filch, who was quite young himself at only 20, adopted a gruesome attitude which he hoped contributed to the effect, threatening heinous punishments for those who got caught.
Snape, however, was not fooled. He beckoned Filch to follow him into the same alcove where Lucius and James had started this whole mess months ago.
"You're out of bounds," Filch protested. "I have to report you for this."
"No, you don't," Snape fired back over his shoulder. "Come into my office, and let's work this out, shall we?"
Filch, confused, decided it was better not to let the student out of his sight. "You're... Snape, isn't it? You're in Slytherin, if I'm not mistaken."
"You are not," Snape conceded easily. He closed the door softly and led Filch near one of the wing chairs by the fireplace, which was cold and swept clean. "Now, I have a proposition to offer you."
His eyes flicked over Filch: the long corduroy trousers he wore, the heavy linen work shirt, his many-pocketed coat and cornered hat. Filch's face was thin, but he had a strong chin and slightly bulging eyes of very light grey, reflecting any light that chanced to pass over them. He still clutched the chicken leg like a wand. But of course, Filch had no wand. He was a Squib, a fact he carefully concealed from the students.
"You've been here almost a year on your own; a year alongside Pringle, the old bat, before that. I'm sure you've figured out by now that Hogwarts can be a very... lonely place." Snape pulled his gaze down to Filch's trousers. "Especially for a young man like yourself, Mr Filch." He took one step forward, just close enough for his robes to brush Filch's coat, and looked into the young man's bulging eyes. "I can change that for you."
Filch's eyes narrowed briefly while he thought through Snape's implications. Then, blustering, and flushing even in the half-light of the anteroom, he stepped back.
"I'm... not interested," he stammered.
"No?" Snape's eyes swept down Filch's body to his crotch, then back up. He smiled a knowing, sensuous smile, enjoying the man's obvious discomfort. "Somehow, I doubt that."
Filch retreated again, or rather tried to do. He was standing too close to the chair, and when he backed up another step, the backs of his knees caught the arm. He fell into the chair sideways, looking up at Snape. The chicken leg dropped to the rug with a dull thud.
"I'm not...queer," he protested weakly.
"Oh, don't worry," Snape whispered with a wry smile as he laid hold of Filch's leg at the calf and brought it and himself to the front of the chair. "You don't need to be."
Filch jumped and sat up straight. "I think you'd better go," he sputtered, unable to meet Snape's intense gaze.
"Is that what you really want?" Snape countered, kneeling in front of the chair and running his hand slowly up the inside of Filch's other leg, still flung over the upholstered arm. He could feel the heat of Filch's blood rushing to his crotch.
"I told you, didn't I?" Filch said through clenched teeth.
"Mm..." Snape agreed, but was clearly unconvinced. "But consider carefully. Even in Hogsmeade, there aren't many who would willingly go with a Squib."
Filch started even more violently, but Snape was prepared for his reaction, and clamped on the man's thighs to keep him getting away. Filch was well-paid by Dumbledore. He couldn't possibly spend it all at the Hog's Head. Snape might as well gain a new client, if he could. "How...how did you know I'm a Squib?"
"Easy," Snape shrugged artlessly. "No robes, no wand. Besides, I grew up with one. My uncle's partner. I don't mind, if you don't," He looked up sincerely, his voice like silk on glass. Filch couldn't even think how to respond. He was about to say something, when Snape moved his hand over the bulge in Filch's trousers, and whatever protest the young caretaker had prepared died, transmuting instead to a low groan.
Snape chuckled low once, and went to work.
Filch wore old-fashioned trousers that buttoned up the front on either side, which made Snape's job even easier. He unfastened the fly efficiently in the dark, easing the man's shorts open as well. Filch's penis poked up from his lap, as if anticipating the rare experience it was about to receive. He was uncircumcised, but Severus had seen that before. He gently pulled the Squib's foreskin open with his lips, then slid his tongue inside the little sac.
Filch shuddered gratifyingly, letting out another quiet moan. Severus worked his way over the head as Filch trembled underneath him. It didn't take long. As his trick's orgasm subsided, Severus ran his tongue down his shaft once and all the way back up to catch a last dribble of semen. He looked up and licked his lips, giving Filch a satisfaction he hadn't granted James at
first. This time, he wanted Filch to think he enjoyed it.
"See?" Snape said, petting Filch's dick as he put it away for him. "You're no queerer now than ten minutes ago. Difference is, now you want more." He sat back on his heels, knowing Filch wouldn't contradict him. "If you ever want me to do that again, though, there are some conditions."
Filch didn't look at him, but nodded silently. At that confirmation, Snape went on. "First, this one was free. Consider it a sample of what I offer. From now on, it's five Galleons a suck. And if I'm ever reported for being in the corridors at night, no more service. Is that a bargain, Mr Filch?"
In that delicate moment, the right words were everything. Had Snape reinforced his hold over the man, calling him Squib or something equally derogatory, the caretaker would not have agreed. But to address him with respect, after bringing him so low, meant Snape understood the significance of their relative positions. It meant that, although he was setting the terms, he would keep Filch's confidence. It was a perfect set-up, and they both knew it. Filch merely nodded. They did not shake hands, but Snape knew the agreement would stick.
He got to his feet. Filch, still too stunned by the sensations Snape created, and the way the boy subtly shifted the balance of power between them, cleared his throat just as Snape crossed behind the chair on his way out.
"Get back to your dormitory," he said too meekly.
"Of course, Mr Filch," Snape agreed. "As soon as I've finished with my previous engagement." He opened the door slowly, checked the hall for ghosts, and slipped out.
Less than five minutes later he was outside Lucius's door.
****
James knew, in some corner of his psyche, that Severus wouldn't like this new side of him. He realised, as Lucius moved his hands for him over the smooth, muscular form, pale as milk in the candlelight, that what Severus valued was James's purity. In a brief two hours with Lucius, James felt wanton, but so alive. Lucius called him a slut, a tramp: James realised that he really was. Severus was right, so right: there was a freedom to sex with Lucius. But also a danger, delicious in its threat and so exciting to touch and feel and taste, not in any concrete way, but intangible as ... magic. When he performed his first real spell, at the age of three, James had felt the tingle which was now familiar. It was nothing he could describe, nothing he could hang onto or point to with clarity, but he knew it was there. So with Lucius, he couldn't necessarily qualify the sensations, but he could tell it was all working.
He was still on his back, looking up at Lucius, but Lucius had released the spell pinning him to the bed. Lucius had licked James's palm wet and slick and was now using it to rub himself under his scrotum, encouraging James to squeeze ever so lightly. He leaned forward over James, pressing their hands back toward his anus.
"Kiss me?" James asked, not daring to push for initiative. Lucius still controlled the action, even though he was fulfilling James's every request.
Lucius pulled at James's lips with his teeth, biting down just a little too hard. James leaned into the kiss, loving the roughness.
"Tell me what I am?" he heard himself asking, as if he needed Lucius to confirm it for him.
"Slut. Whore. Tramp. Piece of arse," Lucius supplied with a haughty smile. "Nothing. Mine."
James shuddered, feeling gooseflesh on his legs and arms from the sounds of Lucius's words. It was exhilarating, to be treated like nothing, and yet cherished. He felt coursing sensations driving him further to ecstasy, feelings Severus never evoked. With Severus everything was comfortable, certainly, and tender and sweet, but it was almost as if... as if Severus wore kid gloves with him. Lucius was forceful, passionate, visceral in his lovemaking. God help him, he loved it.
"Lucius..." James breathed the name in spite of himself.
Lucius groaned and jabbed James's finger against his own prostate. With a wordless cry, he bent over James's chest to suckle his nipple hard. He rose to his knees again, guiding another finger inside, using his other hand to touch James intimately.
When no reproof came from his companion about using his name, James opened his eyes. He hadn't even realised they were closed, but now it occurred to him that he had shut them before speaking last.
Lucius let James work his fingers inside him for a time, while he coated James's other hand with lubricant and made him stroke himself to slick up. From time to time James would groan, or Lucius would, but no other conversation passed. They were panting heavily when Lucius next spoke.
"Now," Lucius said through gritted teeth. James could discern no difference between how Lucius felt now or how he was moments ago, but did not argue. "Inside, Potter, now," he ordered, spreading his crack for James to enter.
James fumbled only a little as his head slid past Lucius's rim. It felt so tight, so dry and tight. As he rubbed his head back and forth the lube did its job and his movements grew easier. He pressed up and up, working his buttocks to push into his partner's cavity. Lucius also pounded down, impaling himself, reaching out to hold James's waist and support the boy's weight while James thrust.
James worked by feel, too excited by the sensations to open his eyes. He forced them open only when he had got the rhythm. Lucius too had his eyes squeezed shut, as if by not looking at James, he could deny the act they performed.
"Want... you..." James panted on separate breaths. He rose up a little to caress Lucius's behind. Lucius sat up as James did, pulling James to a seated position and using him that way, controlling his own movement up and down James's shaft.
James availed himself of the new pose to lick and suck at Lucius's chest, holding the older man as he fought not to come too soon, to wait for Lucius. But he was too inexperienced, even from the times Severus had let him take on the aggressive role, and his impatient blood streamed back out, jerking him into ejaculation before he could control the impulse.
"Gaaaah," Lucius cried as he felt James climax. He pushed James down to the bed again, abandoning any illusion of equality, and picked himself up off the newly flaccid lump of muscle. He coated James's hands with lubricant again, this time directing them to his own cock, still long and hard and unrelenting.
"Yes..." James said, nodding, knowing that he could not leave Lucius so unfulfilled. "Please, yes, please fuck me again, fuck me so hard...." He went on babbling, almost incoherent with need. He felt Lucius slam his prick inside, hissed from the sudden pain of skin breaking and blood flowing, and pushed out against the pressure. So hard...so good, he thought, his eyes rolling and breath coming out in gusts.
"What are you?" Lucius asked in a low rumble, like a powerful dragon in its lair.
James tried to say it, but shook his head. "Please, tell me," he begged. "Tell me--I want to hear you say it," he pleaded.
"Hear me say what?" Lucius teased, slowing his stroke to savour the moment.
"Say...." James tried again, too full of Lucius to form the words.
"Tell me what you want to hear," Lucius purred at him, pulling back oh, so slowly, only to ram inside again and make James grunt passionately.
"Slut..." James requested.
"Slut," Lucius echoed, drawing the word out.
"Wh...whore!" James shouted as Lucius drove into him again.
"Whore," Lucius whispered, leaning close so that James could feel the hot expiration of air in the word, could smell Lucius's breath as he drew the syllable to its fullest.
"Tra-a-a-amp!" James moaned wantonly, shaking now.
"Hm-mm. Tramp." Lucius laughed first, then bit the word out this time, quick, clipped, and very close to James's ear.
"Oh...." James wailed under a fresh assault. Lucius dipped his head and then flung it back as his own completion finally overtook him. "Lucius!" James cried, nails digging into the other's back as the stream of semen shot into him, hot and wet, tickling as it trickled down between them.
Lucius jerked a few times to clean himself out, then eased off of James, collapsing to one side of him. "What happened to 'sir?'" he asked, growling with pleasure.
****
Severus arrived just in time to hear James shout through the thick oak door. "Lucius!" he heard, muffled but ecstatic. Severus felt his stomach lurch. He thought about leaving them alone, about giving them more time. Jealousy coursed through him for one solitary moment. What if James didn't want him to interrupt? What if he preferred Lucius, now? Severus stood there, paralysed, thinking through the possibilities. James's cry was not one of pain or fear, so at least he wasn't being hurt. What were they doing? He closed his eyes under another onslaught of doubt, but swallowed hard and, willing the feeling away, knocked politely. He had to know, to see for himself the results of his experiment. And he had to make sure Lucius was happy. Oh, yes, he needed Lucius to be happy. He heard more noises, muted by the substantial door, and then it swung open on Lucius in a dressing gown.
"You're late," he observed, beckoning impatiently and shutting the door behind them in a hurry.
"I...." Severus thought how he could explain the interlude with Filch. The room smelled of sex and whiskey, assaulting his nostrils as he stepped inside.
"Never mind," Lucius said gruffly. Severus looked about for James, then heard noises from the bath.
"You've got quite a protégé there, Severus," Lucius told him, following his gaze to the closed bathroom door. "A lot of potential, if you want to pimp him out."
Severus tried to cover the catch of his breath. "Would I have sent you a second-rate whore?" he asked with a shrug he hoped was nonchalant.
"No," Lucius agreed, cupping Severus's head possessively. "Not when you've a gesture of faith to fulfill."
Snape pressed himself a little closer, hiding the hope behind an expression of lust. "And have I done?" he asked seductively.
"You've delivered," Lucius confirmed. He smoothed back the slick hair from Severus's face. "But I'm not yet satisfied as to your motives."
"What do you--" Severus began, but just then James opened the bathroom door and came out. Lucius backed off strangely, as if watching a play being performed just for him.
"Sev!" James said with obvious delight. He was naked, his penis bouncing lightly with each movement, but not yet hard again. "Everything okay?" he asked when he came closer. His eyes were very bright.
"Yes, fine," Severus heard himself say. "You?" he asked, resisting the urge to jerk his head at Lucius in reference.
James smiled his heart-breaking smile, the one that made the girls practically swoon for him. "Great." He grabbed Severus around the waist and kissed him. "Want something to drink?"
"James," Lucius commanded from the door where he leaned, watching them. "Come here," he ordered.
James complied as if trained to obey. He crossed the room in three steps, looking up at Lucius expectantly.
"Go lie down on the bed," Lucius told him, his voice indulgent but firm. He sounded like a parent with a small child, or a master with his dog. "Severus and I were talking."
James nodded, cowed completely by Lucius's condescending handling. He flashed a brief smile at Severus as he crossed the room again, this time lounging on the bed, seeming not to care about the conversation he had interrupted. "What have you done to him?" Severus asked suspiciously when Lucius returned to his side.
"I?" Lucius said innocently, placing splayed fingertips against his own chest. "Nothing, really. A little scotch, a little Re'em blood, and I just gave him the bang of his life, is all." He raised his eyebrows smugly. "Would you like to see me do it again?"
Severus felt the unfamiliar envy well up again. He glanced over at James, displayed on the bed like a centerfold, watching them without worry.
"There's got to be something more," Severus insisted. "Is there?"
Lucius shrugged. "A little U-4-ia, maybe." He grinned evilly.
"You drugged him?" Severus asked, incredulous. "He was willing--"
"Relax, boy," Lucius sneered, rolling his eyes at him. "He only just took it. He was starting to pass out, and we wouldn't want to spoil the fun, would we? It won't hurt him: it's very high quality. It just makes him highly suggestive."
Severus glared darkly. "You never said anything about drugs," he protested.
"Who are you going to tell, bitch?" Lucius fired back coldly. "The Headmaster? His father? Yours? I know all about you, Severus Snape, all about everything you'd like to keep secret. And then who would they believe?" He snapped his arms out and under Severus's arms, pulling him in cruelly. "You haven't got a leg to stand on, unless you do exactly as I say."
"I would have done, anyway," Severus protested, but his mumbled admission was cut off as Lucius gripped him hard, bruising his mouth with a vicious kiss.
"You're overdressed for this party," Lucius told him when he pushed him away. "You were the one who insisted we all do this together, so go on. Robes off."
Severus looked over at James, who lay on the bed, watching the exchange with a beatific grin on his face. His uncle's partner had tried U-4-ia a couple times, with clients. He remembered what Plautus had to say about it. "It's like being completely detached from anything that doesn't feel good. It blocks all the pain, leaving only the pleasure. And it's not like LSD or mushrooms or even heroine, love. No withdrawal--that's the magic in it, so it's not exactly addictive. You wake up next morning, with clear memories of everything you did, still just as pain free. Course, it's bloody expensive, and highly illegal, so I doubt I'll ever get my hands on it again." Looking at James, he believed that the high might be worth the risks. After all, it wasn't like he would let anything bad happen to James.
He crossed to the bed, unable to suppress a feeling of joy as James sat up to meet him. "Are you sure you're all right?" he asked James slowly and clearly.
"I'm just great," James said again. "C'mon, Sev, loosen up. Strip like Lucius says."
Severus raised his hands to his collar and unfastened it. He pulled the hem of the robe up, above knees, above waist, and off. He dropped it to the floor, sliding down to remove his underwear, boots, and socks. He could feel Lucius's eyes on him, drinking him like the whiskey in his flask.
"Kiss me," James invited, holding out a hand to draw Severus onto the bed.
Severus crawled into James's arms, turned on by the situation in spite of his doubts about the drug. James pulled him closer, hungrily lapping at him with his tongue, searching and licking inside his mouth as their lips met.
He was absorbed enough in the kiss, tasting the changes in James's mouth and the way he moved, now that Lucius had had him, that he tensed when he felt more weight sink onto the bed behind him. James felt him start and eased him calm like the skittish Aethenon pony they'd walked together.
"It's just Lucius," he said soothingly.
Lucius snaked his arms under Severus's to grasp James and pull him closer, sandwiching the Slytherin student. He slid his knees between Severus's legs, pressing them apart slightly as he leaned forward to hold James as well. James, as if on cue, spread his legs to straddle Lucius's knees, nestling his own instrument against Severus's and rubbing them together between their abdomens.
"What was it you said you wanted to do now, Severus?" Lucius purred in his ear, his hot breath pouring like steam down his neck. "Something about sucking off your lover here with me inside you? Or would you rather blow me while I play with James?"
If his mind had been clearer, free from the stimulation of James beneath and Lucius above, Severus might have had more sense to worry about Lucius's new game. But his hormones were firmly in control tonight. James writhed against him, thoroughly enjoying the attentions of Lucius's straying hands, and Severus bent forward to receive another powerful kiss from James.
Lucius guided them toward one another, a grotesque parody of a child playing with dolls. He fondled first Severus's ass and opening, then James's shaft and balls, moving them together like toys, encouraging them to put on their show for his amusement. He remained behind Severus, watching James penetrate from below, watching from the unusual angle. Once they were bucking in rhythm, he moved to one side, lying up against them both, hands still straying across both boys to pique their sensation. Gradually, he worked his way underneath James, helping him sit up and sandwiching him between himself and Severus.
"James," he whispered in the boy's ear, stroking first James's neck, slick with sweat, then his nipples under Severus's gaze, "Tell Severus what you told me. Tell him why you really agreed to come here."
James nodded, pumping his pelvis still against his classmate's ass. "To prove I know what he does," he articulated between thrusts. "To learn first-hand," he said, not noticing the hardening flint in Severus's eyes.
"Why me, and not Severus?" Lucius prodded, stroking James's damp hair and easing one arm languidly around the boy's sweaty shoulders.
"Sev's too...gentle. Too careful. You....you break me open." He groaned at the imagined feeling.
"What are you, James?" Lucius asked relentlessly, fluttering his lips against James's ear.
"I'm your slut," James shouted, climaxing at the thought.
Lucius laughed, more at the look on Severus's face and his sudden loss of muscle tone than the jubilant exclamation of James as he came. "Yes, you are," he acknowledged, stealing the kiss that should have been Severus's. But before Severus could pull away and leave the bed, he grabbed the dark boy's wrist, drawing him close.
"Don't leave yet," he said menacingly. "We're just getting started." He pulled Severus down so their chests met, ignoring James for a moment while he worked Severus into a new erection, over the young man's feeble protests.
"As I recall, you wanted this, too," he said to Severus. "You distinctly offered James up as a sacrifice."
"I said he wanted you, and he does," Severus managed to say, despite the near incoherence Lucius's hands made him feel. James had recovered now, and was sitting up, watching them with rapt attention. He reached out tentatively at first, then with more confidence as Lucius encouraged him. Lucius pushed Severus to his knees and knelt behind him again.
"James, suck," Lucius ordered, lifting Severus's penis as if it were his own. With a greedy smile, James leaned over where he could work. Severus ignored Lucius's power games, concentrating instead on James, trying to blot out the presence of the other.
But Lucius would not have it so. He pressed Severus to the bed, encouraging James to crawl on top of him to continue his blow job. Then Lucius himself crawled around the two young men to James's side, slicking up his fingers and inserting them into James. Soon he replaced his hands with a more sensitive instrument, smiling with cruel pleasure as the young men beneath him gained new experience.
Severus, looking down at James suckling him, and up at Lucius's cold, assessing gaze, tried to quiet the war within his head. On the one hand, his plan seemed to be working: James certainly was enjoying the acts they perpetrated. Yet, strangely, and in a way he never anticipated, Severus felt a little jealous--hurt, perhaps?--by the answers James provided to Lucius's questions. Could it be that James had merely transferred his affection from himself to Lucius? It was certainly true that he had learned more from Lucius in a few months than he had from anyone else. But hadn't he made his own contributions to James's education as well? How would James feel in the aftermath, knowing everything that happened? And that cry of his, just before Severus returned. He gave himself over to abandon in that cry. James had so much potential. Had Lucius unlocked it in a way Severus never could? Even now. 'Look at him,' he thought bitterly. 'Lucius is ramming it up his arse and he's so calm, just leaning into it like he was made for it. He doesn't care if Lucius hurts him. I care. And ... oh ... he's so beautiful, wrapped around me with his red mouth, his cheeks pulled into his jaws and his hands ... oooh.... Gods, his hands.' Severus lost all sense of worry or doubt as he ejaculated.
Lucius too seemed to sense the need for a break. He wasn't spent, though, so he pulled James backward a bit, leaning him back against his thighs, his hands reaching around and pulling on the boy's nipples, a little show for Severus while he recovered. He smiled, thinking about the next act in his private play.
"James," he whispered when Severus was ready to hear, "Why don't you ask your Severus what he's getting out of this little triad?"
"Okay," James said languidly, smile widening with every thrust against his prostate. "Sev? What are you getting out of this little triad?"
Severus paled. Lucius had used them physically, but he realised too late that this would not be enough. As he had baited James to tell Severus his secrets, his fantasies with Lucius, so he would now use James to force Severus to admit that James was a pawn in a larger game. No. He couldn't let James know that. Couldn't hurt him, not when he wasn't even really in control of his own actions.
"I'm getting the same thing you are, James," he said instead, leaning forward to lick James's abdomen and lower, fighting his own fatigue. "Are you enjoying yourself?" he asked, an habitual question that came easily to his lips.
"Oh, yes...." James hissed, bucking under the twin assaults. "So good...."
"James," Lucius insisted. "Ask Severus to tell you what he told me about you."
"Sev?" James asked, his eyes cloudy from the drug and his over-stimulation.
"Just that you're beautiful," Severus said, staving off the inevitable.
"No," Lucius said, and he was looking at Severus now, over James's shoulder, ignoring the boy in his arms. "No, I mean, your real reason for procuring him for me." He shifted his arm up, away from James's waist and instead around James's jaw, and in a swift, jerking motion, pressed hard. He stretched James's neck threateningly, while his other arm pinned the boy's protesting hands. "Tell him, Severus. James, are you listening?"
James, whose expression was one of abject joy only seconds ago, gasped and choked. "Gg.... Yes," he said, still a little giddy, but somehow aware of the peril.
"Tell him, Severus, or I'll break his neck and you'll go to Azkaban."
Severus gulped, but the decision could only go one way. Lucius had outplayed him. "I... need you."
"For?" Lucius prompted.
"Introductions," Severus said, stalling, knowing Lucius would not stop until he had said everything. "Introductions to... other clients, outside of school."
Lucius jerked James's head further back. "James, do you think he loves you?" he asked contemptuously.
"I...." James couldn't think coherently. The drug was wearing off, but not quickly enough.
"Do you think he told you the truth? Learn a lesson, little Gryffindor. Severus sold you to me for an introduction to a dark circle. Didn't you, Severus?"
Snape nodded, looking away. James made a strangling, choking noise that forced him to look again.
"Now then, my Slytherin friend, I trust I'll have no more pretension about any kind of strangle hold you think you have over me?" Lucius asked, squeezing James's throat slightly, not enough to kill him, just enough to hurt.
"No," Severus said quietly.
"No, what?" Lucius insisted, jerking James's neck again menacingly.
"No, sir," Severus conceded.
"Good," Lucius purred, releasing James abruptly. James crumpled to the bed, gasping for air, but laughing strangely through it. There was a faint, almost comical pop as he slid off Lucius's still swollen cock. Severus thought dimly that Lucius actually got off on the little episode.
But before Severus could check on James, Lucius snatched his wand off the table and held it on him. "Ignore him," he ordered. "He'll be fine. You still have a job to do here," he said, settling against the headboard.
Severus caught the implication. This whole evening had been about what he would and would not do to join the Death Eaters. Ignore James, blow Lucius or be fucked by him, and he would pass. Save James, protect him, and he would lose. James was giggling faintly, still lost in his own drug-induced haze. Severus crawled over him, leaning into Lucius's lap.
When Lucius sighed contentedly a few minutes later, he gestured for the water glass by the bed. Severus brought it, watching while Lucius drank.
"Out," he then said in a clipped, unbalanced tone. "Take your little whore and both of you go."
A last streak of defiance surged though Severus. "Why?" he asked, sounding much more juvenile than he'd intended.
Lucius bared his teeth. "Because I said so, of course. Go on, get out. You'll be contacted when we want you."
James groaned, the drug wearing off at last. "Sev?" he asked weakly.
"Get him out of here," Lucius repeated impatiently, tossing a random robe at Severus. "And don't dare get caught."
To be continued....
Now, at this point, kids, we've run out of the originally posted material. However, I have one more chapter written, and probably at least two or three more to go after that, depending. Though I must warn you, there's some major plot and some really, really harsh, violent sex in the next chapter. But there's also some stuff that while terribly wrong is also, if I do say so myself, sorta hawt.