Passion

Passion

He could never take his eyes off him. His beautiful dark Angel. Even in the dark cold dungeons, his silvery hair practically glowed and shimmered in the light. With his flawless, pale skin that looked like porcelain and his piercing grey eyes, he enchanted everybody. He was perfect, and he knew it.

He was Lucius Malfoy, he was rich and clever and devastating.

Nearly the whole school, and of course the Slytherin house, lay down at Lucius' feet and worshiped the ground he walked on. And so did Severus.

Lucius was evil, yes, and he liked to insult and haunt his minions on others, but that didn't destroy his reputation. And even for that, he loved Lucius.

He, on the other hand, was always in the background, he didn't like attention. He was just the pale, black-haired boy who excelled at potions and didn't speak much.

Nobody knew their secret. But Severus didn't mind. If Lucius liked it that way, he should have his will.

***

"You're late," he stated as Lucius came panting into the room. His hands clutched at his aching sides as he gasped for air.

"I-I'm sorry. But *pant* the other boys wanted to celebrate our Quidditch victory over Ravenclaw and I had *gasp* had to shake them off."

"God, I'm sick of your lame excuses," the taller boy snarled. "But I'll let you get away with it this time. The next time, you'll have to pay for it. You understand?" he hissed and stepped closer to Lucius.

The blonde nodded.

"Fine! What are you doing tonight?" Snape asked and walked over to sit on the windowsill of the old classroom he had discovered a few weeks ago.

"I don't know. Anything you want me to do," the Slytherin Keeper said and stepped forward.

"Right answer! You'll meet me tonight. At the Potions classroom. I have some plans for you," Severus told the other boy and smirked.

He stood up and went towards Lucius. He walked around him, speaking in a low, growling voice, causing Lucius to shiver.

"Oh and I want to congratulate you for your Quidditch triumph. Although I don't see anything useful in throwing a ball through a hoop. But I think the inventors of Quidditch had a point. You know, broomsticks and balls..." he whispered in Lucius' ear and brushed his earlobe with his lips.

Lucius groaned and closed his eyes. Severus could *hear* Lucius' thoughts about the things he'd do to Lucius tonight. But that would be tonight. Now he had other plans. Not exactly, but Lucius wouldn't get his satisfaction now.

"Now go away and leave me alone. I have to think about some things and you'd just distract me," Severus said and went back to the windowsill.

"Why? Because of my pretty lips, my muscular body or my nice arse?" Lucius smirked.

"No, because of your stupid talking! Now go away and celebrate. But don't forget: 23.00. Potions classroom. And don't wear too much, it's going to be hot!"

Lucius blushed, but he waited. "Don't I get a goodbye-kiss?" he said in a fake pout.

Severus scowled at him and quickly got up. He rushed over to Lucius and gripped a fistful of the silver locks. Yanking the head of the slightly smaller boy back, Severus fiercely pressed his lips against the blonde's. He forced Lucius' lips to part and brutally pushed his tongue in Lucius hot mouth. He moaned in Severus' mouth and thrust his own against the other's agile tongue. Severus moved his lips aggressively against the smaller boy's mouth, but suddenly left his mouth.

Lucius whimpered of the sudden loss of the hot sensation filling his mouth. But Severus had other plans. He licked over Lucius' jaw and down to his neck. He pulled stronger at the hair, exposing more of the delicious throat and scratched his teeth over the blonde's Adams apple and then moved over to lick and nibble at where his neck meets his shoulder. The black-haired boy bit down hard and he could feel the blood trickle over the perfect skin and heard the moans and pants of the other boy.

He stood back and released his grip on the blond's hair. "Satisfied?"

Lucius swallowed and nodded.

"Then go away, I have other things to do!" Severus hissed and Lucius fled out of the room.

'Really,' Severus thought. 'The boy's stressing me.'