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Highly disturbing ficlet...was written at the request of a friend. Not connected to any of my other fics. Disclaimer: Sev and Lucius do not belong to me. Warning: This is Slash. Rape. Male on male. NC-17. If this isn't your thing, go away now. I have warned you. Again: we have slash, non consensual sex, and it is between two men. And it's pure PWP. There's no plot. At all. If you're looking for a plot, go read Deathsong Balladeer. Dedication: This is all for Lelio. :-) I hope it lives up to your expectations. Author's Note: Just a little filler to keep my mind occupied. Lelio asked if I'd write this, and I had the urges, so here it is. Yeah, I'm a sick fuck. And to think, they let me alone with children... Forbidden Desire Severus Snape wrapped his arms tightly about his slim form, shuddering against the chill wind that bent the trees of the Forbidden Forest. His ebony hair whipped about his face, obscuring his vision. His cloak tangled in his legs, and he struggled to remain upright, wondering how in hell Lucius Malfoy could keep such a sedate and steady pace. The wind wasn't particularly cold, but it was certainly annoying. "Are we almost there?" Severus growled, clutching once more at the loose ends of his dark green cloak. "Nearly." Lucius' voice was quiet, and slightly conceited. It grated on Severus. There was a self assured drawl to it that always made it seem as though Lucius was looking down on everyone. The black haired Slytherin was getting a bit upset. Lucius had dragged him out of bed at an ungodly hour of the night, insisting he come with him. And Severus had no desire to upset the older fourth year, having heard quite a bit about his reputation during his time in Hogwarts. And besides, he figured they were something of friends. "Here." Lucius stopped, and Severus nearly crashed into the broader boy. "Here?" Severus raised an elegant eyebrow, finally getting his cloak under control. He looked about, and saw nothing more spectacular then a clearing. It was almost perfectly circular, and the grass was rather trampled. But it was just a clearing, nonetheless. "Yes, here. What are you deaf?" Lucius turned, hawkish features set in a scowl. His short pale blonde hair was far less affected by the wind then Severus', and he simply looked far more together. There was a certain aloofness to him, that tended to get on Severus' nerves. He supposed it was due to the near perfect cast of the older boy's features. Well trimmed pale blond hair framed a square face, dark grey eyes standing out from between craggy brow and high, defined cheekbones. He was taller then Severus, and far broader in the shoulder and back. His dark grey cloak fell around him easily, the edges tucked in neatly. "And just why are we here?" Severus asked, trying to fold his arms comfortably. Lucius smiled, an almost grotesque pulling back of lips from teeth, and the slim Slytherin took an unconscious step backwards. Suddenly coming out into the Forbidden Forest with the other boy didn't seem like such a good idea...In fact, it seemed like a bloody stupid idea. //What in god's good name as I thinking...// Severus thought, as Lucius took a step forward. His hand shot out, fingers gripping and tangling in his long black hair. His other hand grabbed the hands that flew up to fight him off, pinning Severus' wrists together easily. "So no one can hear you scream..." Lucius hissed, leaning in close so his breath was warm on Severus' ear. The younger boy shuddered, squirming against the tight grip that held him. He felt the slick stroke of a tongue along the shell of his ear, the lewd gesture pressing him on struggle more. "I wouldn't do that..." Lucius whispered, his throaty voice sounding deeper and far more husky. Severus froze, remembering the stories he'd heard. If rumors held true, Lucius was free with the unforgivable curses..."That's better..." Lucius' hand tightened in Severus' hair, his teeth digging into his earlobe. The pain was sharp, Lucius' warm mouth contrasting with the cool night air. He held the tender flesh tightly, tongue playing over it slowly. The hand gripping Severus' wrist tightened even more, and Lucius pressed himself against the younger boy, knee insinuating itself between resisting thighs. //He's not going to...he can't....god no.../// Severus began struggling again, instinct kicking in. He kicked, foot catching the older boy in the leg. The teeth on his ear clenched tighter, and Severus felt blood begin to leak out of the wound. The hand holding his wrists let go, to snake up and catch him a ringing blow alongside his jaw. Lucius tangled his leg in Severus', knocking the dark haired boy to the ground. He fell with a sharp thud, pain blossoming in his rear and thighs as he hit the cold ground hard. "Much better." Lucius said. "Stay there!" Severus nodded dumbly, scrambling to back away. Lucius glared, hands pausing in what they had been doing...dear lord, he had been unfastening his robes! Severus froze, swallowing hard as he looked into Lucius cold, grey stare. "I told you to stay." It was a voice that demanded obedience. Lucius slid his robes off easily, naked beneath save for a pair of grey satin pajama pants. Severus shivered, as much from fear as from the cold. This could not be happening. This wouldn't happen...but Lucius was staring at him with hungry eyes, his tongue licking his licks in what, on anyone else, would have been a seductive gesture. "No one disobeys me." Lucius said. "Disrobe. Now!" It was a harsh command, and Severus gulped, raking a hand through his windswept hair. he rose to his knees, stiff fingers fumbling with the heavy clasps of his cloak and robe. //Don't do this! Fight him...// But he knew he would do better to fight a rabid hippogriff. He slid his cloak off of his shoulders, letting it fall to the ground behind him. A small part of his mind warned him it would get dirty, but that was really the least of his worries. His robe went next, slower. The way in which Lucius was eyeing him was unnerving. Like a dog with a piece of meat... "You shouldn't wear so much clothes." Lucius said, lower lip jutting out in a pout. Severus was now kneeling in his rather faded pajamas, plain black cotton. "Get rid of those, too." The blond Slytherin waved his hand impatiently, tapping his foot. //This isn't right...// But Severus just closed his eyes, not wanting to look into those blank grey eyes as he continued undressing. First his shirt, his skin tightening as the cold air caressed it. He hugged himself tightly, rubbing his arms to try and restore warmth. //It's too cold to do this...// "Mmmm." The noise made Severus open his eyes. He wished he hadn't. He didn't want to see the way Lucius was appraising him, sizing him up, as though he were nothing but a thing to amuse the other boy...//But that's what I am.// He knew what was going to happen. He knew what Lucius was going to do to him. Fighting wouldn't help...it would probably go far worse for him. Standing up, he slowly drew down his pants, eyes squeezed shut tightly. He felt the fabric slide down over his hips, his thighs, his calves, and then he was standing uncovered to Lucius hungry gaze... "Oh yes..." Lucius muttered. "Now come here...I want to touch you..." Severus took a hesitant step forward. He was still wearing his slippers. How odd, that that thought was so clear to him. He could feel the grass, bending beneath his feet. And the wind was still blowing. He shivered, arms still wrapped around himself. He stood before Lucius, drawing back as one hand cupped the side of his face, stroking gently. Another hand ran down his back, fingers lightly playing along his spine. He couldn't do this...he couldn't *let* this be done... "Stop it..." He whispered, shrugging off the hand that was now resting on his shoulder. "No." Lucius said simply, digging his fingers into the soft flesh where Severus' shoulder met his collarbone. "I want you, and I shall have you." "No!" Severus pulled away, but Lucius was stronger, and grabbed him roughly, pulling him tightly against his muscular body. Severus shuddered, hating the feel of Lucius' naked skin against his own, disgusted by the feel of the older boy's hardness pressing into his thigh, by the hot breath on his neck...He squirmed, ramming his shoulder against Lucius' chest, meaning to bring his knee smartly into that revolting hardness... "Don't you dare!" Lucius hissed, gripping the back of Severus' neck with an iron grip. Fingers pinched nerves, grinding tendons together against bone. It hurt, and the younger Slytherin cried out, his own hand clamping over the one crushing his neck. "Let....go!" He growled, twisting this way and that. He beat his fists against Lucius' broad chest, attempting to wrench himself out of the stronger boy's grasp. he would show defiance, but never fear! "Sev...we've already been over this...you are mine tonight." Lucius pulled his head back, teeth descending upon his exposed throat, nipping at the tender flesh there, tongue tracing lewd patterns on the column of Severus' neck. He lightened his grip on the other boy's neck, but still held firmly. He aligned his body along Severus', grinding his hips against his victims. Severus let his head fall to the side, every muscle rigid. Lucius ran his hand down Severus' back, gripping at tightly clenched buttocks, all the while grinding his hips with a lascivious slowness against Severus'. "Lie down..." He hissed, dragging his tongue from the hollow of Severus' throat to his chin, biting there, before pulling away. "No...kneel. And undress me." "And if I refuse?" "Then you will fell pain unlike anything you have ever felt before. Now do it!" Clenching his teeth, the pale, black haired boy knelt, trembling despite his resolve not to show any fear. He paused, not moving. He could not bring himself to do this. To be taken was one thing, to participate...he could not do it. "Take me if you must...." Severus growled. "But I will not be a party to my own rape!" "You will do as you are told!" Lucius snapped, back handing Severus with a careless ease. He felt a pain on his tongue, and blood welling up in his mouth. He spit it out, black eyes flashing as he glared up at his attacker. He didn't like the light he saw in Lucius' eyes at all. The older boy bent down, tongue darting out to lap at the blood that trickled from Severus' lips. "Now...undress me." Tossing his head, Severus wrapped his hands in the slippery fabric of the pajama bottoms and pulled, eyes downcast as he did so. He could hear the soft slither of satin as it slid to the ground. He couldn't look. "Now...taste me." "What?" Severus' head snapped up. Forced sex was one thing, but this...now he suspected Lucius was simply out to humiliate him "I will not!" "You will." Lucius said, hand grabbing Severus' hair. "Now." Severus swallowed hard, biting his lower lip. His tongue was still bleeding. He finally allowed himself to look, gaze sliding away from Lucius prominent erection to the ground once more. He wanted to run, but the hand gripping his hair wouldn't let him. He squirmed, but Lucius pushed him forward, his cheek banging against the hard curve of hip. He shook his head roughly, dislodging the hand on the back of his hair. If he had to do this, he would do it himself. At least this way it would spare him some shame...he wasn't doing it because Lucius was forcing him to... Hesitantly, he let his tongue dart out, feather soft. He drew back at the first contact, barely touching before taking it away. he heard Lucius groan, and the hand was back at the back of his head, fingers entwining painfully in his hair. He forced himself to use his tongue again, dragging it quickly and roughly along Lucius' long shaft. It wasn't *that* bad, he supposed. But he did not want to be doing it. "Take me in your mouth..." Lucius instructed, pushing Severus' head closer, so that his shaft was pressed against the younger boy's cheek. Resisting the urge to be sick, Severus pulled back, allowing Lucius to slide into his mouth. He felt as thought he were going to choke, and he struggled for breath as he felt his throat blocked by the sudden invasion. He drew back, or tried to, but Lucius' hand held him firmly in place. The blonde boy pumped slowly in and out, and Severus felt as though he were going to vomit. He closed his eyes, letting Lucius do all the work, as he seemed perfectly willing. "Use your teeth..." Apparently Severus was not going to be able to simply be a tool. He moved his jaw, letting Lucius shaft drag over his teeth. His forced lover moaned, bucking his hips erratically. Severus was tempted to bite down, but decided that would be a very bad idea indeed. Lucius would have to tire of this soon... "Yes..." Lucius groaned, fingers wrapping in Severus' hair, thrusting deeper and harder. He wrenched the dark haired boys head quickly, forcing the tempo. Severus couldn't keep up, could only struggle for breath. He couldn't take much more of this.. "Enough." As if on cue, Lucius released his grip, letting Severus fall back, coughing and gasping for breath. He glanced up, and averted his eyes quickly. He hadn't thought the older boy could get any more excited, but obviously he had. And the blood from his tongue had coated... "Lie down." When Severus didn't move quickly enough for the other Slytherin, he found himself shoved down roughly, the ground hard and unyielding beneath his side. He inhaled sharply, his lungs protesting at air being expelled and inhaled so quickly. Lucius kicked him, prodding him with his foot and rolling him over onto his stomach. He tried to breathe, and found it hard. The cold air stung his lungs, and he coughed, spasms wracking his body as he did so. "Now I'll have what I came here for..." He kicked Severus' legs open, and grabbed him about the waist, pulling him up so he was on his hands and knees. Severus gripped at the grass, fingers clawing at the hard packed dirt, tensing and straining away from the claw like hands that held him, pinned him...He felt Lucius thighs pressed tightly against his. He was kneeling behind him. He could feel his erection pressing against him, slick and warm and hard. "You'll scream for me, won't you?" Lucius purred, biting lightly at the taut skin of Severus' buttocks. He ran his tongue along the round curve, and Severus strained away, whimpering, shivering uncontrollably from cold and fear. He had tried hard to be strong, but now...he yelped as sharp teeth punctured his skin, and he felt blood trickling down, sliding along the back of his thigh. He felt a finger probing, insistent and ungentle. He pulled away, but Lucius forced entry, the thick digit stretching Severus' virgin entrance. It hurt... "My god, so tight." Lucius sighed. "I love virgins...and you'll bleed. It's so much better when there's blood..." The probing finger was withdrawn, and Severus tried one final time to get away, scrambling desperately, hands and knees sliding on the grass that was now slick from sweat and the press of bodies. Lucius held him tightly, and with no warning thrust into him, deep and hard. Pain. Pain unlike anything Severus had ever felt. Stretching him, invading him, tearing him apart. He screamed, a hoarse sound ripped from his throat by Lucius' sudden entrance. It blossomed behind his eyes, red and white hot. It seared him, branding him to the soul. He could feel torn flesh inside of him, and Lucius pounded in and out with a furious pace. Scraping, wearing him raw...he didn't think he could take it. He cried out, gasping in pain as fingers dug into the flesh of his waist, and Lucius kept thrusting, deeper and deeper and harder until Severus felt as though he would break in two...he couldn't take it, he felt as though he would die. He could *feel* the blood, feel it trickling down his thighs, feel it dripping off of him, crimson testimony to what was happening... Lucius did not let up. He was moaning, growling, lost in his sick pleasure. Severus couldn't scream anymore, his throat was raw, as raw as where Lucius was savagely tearing him...he swore it would bleed as well, if he cried out again. He whimpered, ashamed at the tears that leaked out of his eyes, ashamed of what was happening to him...it had to end soon, it had to! But Lucius continued, driving himself mercilessly into Severus, forcing him to take all of him. It was dizzying...he felt as though he would faint. It burned. It was fire, sharp, stabbing fire. And it didn't let up... Then it was over. Lucius screamed, grabbed him, pulled him back roughly, and then released him. Severus fell forward, his aching throat closing around sobs he would not allow himself to voice. He was still bleeding. He could feel it, hot and heavy, oozing out of him. He couldn't move. He felt as though he had been ripped in two. It burned and ached and there was nothing he could do. "Good god Sev, that was amazing." Lucius said with a sigh. "You're a mess. I'd clean yourself up, before going back to the dorm. Hand me my cloak would you? You're closer..." //The...bastard...// Severus thought, groping blindly for the cloak and tossing it in Lucius' general direction. //Rapes me...the acts as if...nothing happened...dear god I will make him pay...// He heard Lucius getting dressed....lord, was he *humming*? He was. As he pulled on his clothes, Lucius was humming a happy sounding sort of tune. As though they were lovers, having shared a tender moment together. Severus' breathing slowly returned to normal. "Good night, Sev." Lucius called, and the black haired Slytherin muttered an obscenity under his breath. He would have his revenge, someday. But for that night...it was a long time before Severus was able to return to the dorm. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ |