Weakness
a Harry Potter story
by Superimmunegirl
The captive broke free and made a dash for Lucius' fine French doors, smashing through them. Lucius and Bellatrix whirled around, but Severus Snape was closest. He fired several curses, all of which missed their mark, as he intended. The fleeing wizard crossed the Malfoy circle of protection and Disapparated.
"You idiot! You let him go!" Bellatrix shouted.
"I didn't let him go, Bellatrix," Snape snapped back at her. "I missed. It happens."
Her lip curled with disgust and rage, and she slashed her wand at him, catching him off guard. "Debilitato!" The curse hit him full force and he fell to the floor.
"Bellatrix, have you gone mad?" asked Lucius.
"I missed. It happens," she spat. "Watch him, Lucius. The Dark Lord will be here in a few hours, and I don't want Snape slithering out of here before telling him exactly what happened." And she whirled on her heel and left.
Lucius approached Snape, who was lying face down on the ground. Snape's heart was racing. Fuck, he thought to himself, although he was not one to swear aloud, At least she seems to believe that it was carelessness, not betrayal, but still...fuck, fuck, fuck.
"Can you get up?" Lucius asked.
"No," Snape said. He could move, but there was no strength in his limbs. Lucius turned him over, and Snape was not surprised to see amusement in his face.
"I suppose it's sapped your magical strength too?" asked Lucius.
"Yes," he answered.
"Oh, dear. Completely helpless, then?" He knelt down and traced a finger along Snape's jaw. Snape shivered, not unpleasantly. "That was very careless of you, just now," he said. "Suspiciously careless."
"I'm not at my best today, Lucius."
"Oh, really?" Lucius gave him a sardonic look, then heard a sniffle. He looked closer at features that were changing ever so slightly, as a subtle glamour dissipated. Snape's nose...Lucius felt his throat go dry and his pulse leap. "Oh, Sev..." he breathed. "You have a cold."
A slight nod was Snape's only acknowledgement.
"Ah, Merlin," Lucius said, and he ran his hands up and down Snape's side, looking at him possessively. "And here you are..." His eyes were alight with desire. "Well, I suppose I'd better put you to bed." He tapped Snape with his wand, and Snape felt himself become lighter. Lucius lifted the man up easily.
"You could have just levitated me," said Snape, sounding much stuffier than he had just moments before.
"But isn't this better, being in my arms?" Lucius replied, as he carried Snape to the master bedroom. Snape rested his head, which he could barely hold up, upon Malfoy's shoulder. Damn it, yes it was better.
Once in the bedroom, Malfoy nodded, and the covers pulled themselves back. He laid Severus Snape down on the bed, slipped off his shoes, and pulled the covers up over him. There was another moist sniffle, and Lucius felt his manhood jump and stiffen.
"I don't suppose you're going to try to remove the curse?" asked Snape.
"Oh, I don't think so...far too much trouble. It should wear off in a few hours. Besides, I think I like you this way...oh, I definitely like you this way." He caressed Snape's dark hair and stroked his cheek. "You've been so heartless, denying yourself to me all this time..."
"You denied me first," he replied.
"You can hardly blame me," he countered. "You can't possibly be loyal to Dumbledore, but I know you're not loyal to the Dark Lord either. You're playing some game of your own that I don't understand. I've never been able to understand you," he said, some of the old pain and frustration coming through in his voice. "But...as it is clear that I can do nothing about it..."
Again Lucius caressed Snape's cheek. Snape's expression was unreadable, but he sniffled deeply once more.
"You sound like you need a handkerchief, Severus," Lucius observed.
"I do," Severus admitted. "I need one rather badly."
Lucius opened the drawer of his bedside table and withdrew a fine linen handkerchief with his initials on it. His hands seemed to tremble slightly. He placed the handkerchief against Snape's nose.
"Let me do it, Lucius," Snape said, a trace of annoyance in his voice as he lifted his hands weakly to his face.
"Oh, no, my friend, you are far too weak. Better let me take care of it."
Snape sighed, and blew as instructed. Lucius accomplished the task with practiced ease. "Thank you," said Snape, who couldn't help but be aroused, finding himself suddenly so vulnerable and needing care from his first and oldest lover. Years of conditioning had caused him to pick up a faint version of Lucius' odd desires, simply by association. "Lucius..." Snape said. "I'm afraid...I'm going to sneeze..." The schoolmaster's eyes narrowed and his lips parted, and he breathed in small ragged gasps... "Atchhhshhhhh!" he sneezed, head bobbing forward, hands too weak to quite make it up to his face. Lucius, cheeks bright with color, dabbed Snape's nose dry with the handkerchief. He was breathing hard.
"Dear me, that does seem like a dreadful cold," Lucius said casually, but there was a fervor underneath that he couldn't mask. He licked his dry lips and once again caressed the weakened man on his bed. "Are you going to sneeze again?" he asked.
"No, not just now. I-huh-oh, Lucius, don't," he said, squirming as much as he was able. He could feel a tendril of magic insinuate itself into his nose. "Lucius, please...atchhihh! Atttchhhrshhh! Hih-ih-itchhhhoooo!" he sneezed into the handkerchief Lucius cupped around his nose.
"I'm not doing anything," said Lucius, gently wiping Snape's nose for him. "You've simply got a very bad cold in that impressive nose of yours." He laid his hand on Snape's hip, and the warmth was enticing. "Tell me, how long have you had it?"
"Si-since yesterday-Hutchhhhooo!"
"Bless you. And how, may I ask, did you catch it?"
"I have no idea. (sniff) It came out of nowhere. It wasn't serious, but I didn't have any firewort, so I couldn't make Pepperup. Then this morning...well, you know how the Dark Lord feels about illness..."
"Quite. So you've been hiding it, and now you're really sick," he concluded. "Well, no wonder you were a bit sloppy just now-if that's what it was. And then with Bella's temper, we find you in this rather appealing state." He smoothed Snape's hair and caressed his cheek. Snape's color was beginning to rise and his breath came quicker. "So ill, so helpless, completely dependent upon me to take care of you. Just like in the old days. And it's been so long..." he leaned forward and placed a warm kiss upon the potion master's pale cheek. He fingered Snape's black buttons. "I could take you now, Severus, and you wouldn't be able to stop me. I could take you against your will."
"No, you couldn't," Severus replied.
"Really? And why not?"
"Because..." he sighed, "I am not unwilling."
"Oh, Sev," Lucius groaned, closing his eyes. He kissed his old lover hungrily while his hand brushed down the black, buttoned robes of the dark haired man on the bed, finding a fully erect cock underneath. "Oh, Sev, it's been so long...why have you denied me," he murmured, kissing his lover's neck.
"The situation...has been complicated. And Narcissus threatened us both with Cruciatus if we ever touched each other again."
"I was reckless," he said, still kissing. "I won't make the same mistake again."
"You're making it right now, you idiot, I'm in your bed!"
Lucius laughed. "I've already set wards, I'll know if she's coming. And you have a very good excuse for being in my bed, that her sister can attest to."
"You have a...point...ohh..." His hands weakly drifted up to caress the man who was kissing and stroking him. He gave soft, almost inaudible moans as Lucius cupped his sex with a warm hand and slowly and lightly moved it back and forth. Just like when he was young. "Oh, Lucius..."
Disclaimer: I own none of this, nor do I get any money from it.
Author's Notes: This is sort of a drabble...a while ago, I had a dream image that, upon waking, spun into this scene, which then spun into a book-length Snapefic in my head. The more I worked on writing the big book-length fic, the less the original scene seemed to fit. So I have extracted it and present it to you here. It's just a scene and it leaves you hanging just as it's about to get juicy, but I trust y'alls imaginations to take up where I left off.