II. Lust
Lucius didn't believe in love but he did believe in lust. Lust he understood, lust had been a part of him since he was a very small boy. Lust for pretty things, for toys, for knowledge; lust for attention from his mother and for praise from his father and for control over the little things. He supposed you could call it greed rather than lust, but it wasn't the same. He lusted where other men were simply greedy.
Lucius never loved Severus, but he lusted after him, thin and scrawny and unbeautiful as he was. Severus Snape had power, potential, and Need. And Severus knew all about Hate; he had been practically born hating and hateful. Lucius believed that hate and lust were such perfect compliments for each other. Hate was stronger than love in Lucius's opinion; hate drove men to madness, destroyed them, ruined more lives than love could ever save. Lust did the same thing, if it was uncontrolled. Lucius, of course, was perfectly controlled.
Lucius took Severus underwing and refined his hate, taught him hate as art. Severus Snape hated no one more than James Potter, at least until the Whomping Willow accident, and then he still hated Potter more than Black because Severus hated to owe anyone, especially his mortal enemy. Lucius would always make a point of subtly bringing up Potter around Severus.
"Gryffindor's gone and won again, thanks to that Potter."
"If it isn't James Potter, look at the way Professor Dumbledore fawns on him. It ought to be illegal."
"Potter got top marks on that dark arts exam, what do you want to bet Lupin was feeding him answers?"
"Potter," Severus would spit hatefully every time, eyes sparking, lip curling. Lucius would always watch his face; there was something beautiful in the way he would glare and fume and scowl.
Lucius Malfoy wanted to be an artist who refined the uglier aspects of men until they were beautiful in their grotesqueness. "Yes, Potter. You really ought to get him good, one of these days."
"Oh, I will," Severus would reassure him; but Lucius laughed because he knew it would never happen. Severus may have known forty-four curses on coming into Hogwarts, but he had used less than half of them on human beings, and he had not known Aveda Kadavra. He had, as most boys that age, a fearful respect of the Professors, and though he resented authority, he eventually bowed to it. Lucius, on the other hand, lacked any qualms of that sort entirely. Or so he liked to think.
When Severus Snape eventually hated him, he was triumphant: because even then Severus could not let go of the lust that bound them together. Need. It was stronger than hate or love.
(For instance:
Catching Severus all tied up with no place to go, Sirius Black straddled on top of him, the hate in his face overlaid with greed, need, want, lust... Lucius had lingered and watched but said nothing, the taste of Severus still fresh on his tongue. Severus needed it that badly, did he?
Sirius Black would try to kill Severus, he hated him that much, but even after that they'd still fuck each other, pant groan fuck come, can't stop. They Needed each other. Sirius Black needed Remus Lupin who wouldn't fuck him but Lupin needed Severus, wanted him, maybe even to fuck him. So Sirius Black skipped a step and fucked Severus Snape instead. And Severus... He just needed reasons to Hate even more.
Sometimes Lucius would wait until Black left-- he never untied Severus-- and remind Severus what the Real Thing was like.
He'd always find little scratches, bite marks, like kisses all over Snape's pale skin; Sirius fucked like a girl. Lucius Malfoy hated blood under his fingernails. Hated dirty hands, filthy palms, blood staining his freshly cleaned robes. Ridiculous amounts of gore were McNair's affair, not his. But cast crucio and Severus bucked under him like a wild bronco, free ride, no working up of unnecessary bodily fluids. And sometimes, there was something lovely about releasing the spell and giving the properly timed soothing caress here and there, and having Severus spill himself nearly immediately: a simple kiss become erotic as any fellatio in the wake of the previous blinding pain)
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