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The potion made an angry hissing sound as it turned from bright green to a sickly yellow. A few heads turned at the sound and stared in confusion when they saw it was Draco Malfoy's cauldron that was emitting the thick cloud of smoke. The blond ignored them, and focused his attention on the ingredients list before him. Next to be added was ground sea slugs. With a wicked smirk he dropped the slugs in whole. That made the potion bubble suspiciously, and brought a satisfied twinkle to the boy's eyes.

Snape's head snapped up immediately at the unwelcome hiss. Someone's potion had gone wrong, and his eyes went immediately to Neville Longbottom. Black eyes narrowed, however, when he saw that the inept Gryffindor was not the cause for once. A quick glance around the room, and his eyes settled on... Draco Malfoy? Of all people, the one student who wasn't completely hopeless at potions, ruining his? Suspicious indeed. He raised an eyebrow and asked mildly, "Is there a problem, Mr Malfoy?"

Trying to keep his expression cool, Draco looked up at his professor and shrugged a slender shoulder. "I must have added something incorrectly. I wasn't paying attention to your directions." His pale hands waved slowly through the ever growing cloud pouring from the cauldron, trying to diffuse some of it.

Now, the Potions master knew something was up. Draco always listened attentively, sometimes excessively so. Especially since... no, he mustn't think of that, when he'd lost control and punished Draco in the common room... he had decided that could never happen again. No matter how much he ached to touch that perfect lithe body again... "Fix it," he snapped, annoyed with himself.

Draco rolled his eyes, and made no attempt to hide it. "I can't fix it, it's worse off than Longbottom's potion." He sat on his stool looking completely bored with the whole situation. He knew he was playing a dangerous game with the older man; Snape wouldn't like being defied in front of the whole class. Draco was judging just how to far to push him, how much attitude and ineptness it would take before Snape had no choice but to punish him.

Taking in the rest of the classes' incredulity at Draco's attitude, Snape knew he had to do something. But by now it was obvious to him the game that Draco was playing. He was just a bit too casual and calculated. He'd overdone it, and Snape needed to let him know that. Snape knew Draco was trying for punishment, and though his body ached to give the boy what he wanted, he couldn't. "Mr Malfoy," he purred, standing up from his desk and stalking slowly toward the Slytherin side of the room.

A winning gleam came to the young wizard's eyes. He knew there was no way Snape would let this infraction pass. A spoiled potion maybe, but certainly not a spoiled potion and a refusal to correct it. "Professor," Draco countered almost challengingly. He smoothed down the front of his robes, not seeming to care that an angry potions master was headed his way. The erection hidden underneath said robes belied his neutral visage. Luckily the fabric was bulky enough to hide his body's reaction.

Stopping only steps from Draco, Snape was sure he saw triumph flash across the boy's face. Well, he wasn't that easy. "You *will* fix your potion to the best of your ability, Mr Malfoy. Is that clear?" He paused, deliberately looming over the boy, ignoring how delicious he looked. "Or perhaps if you can't manage it Miss Granger can help you."

The smugness faded from Draco's eyes; that had not been the punishment he'd be going for. Looking decidedly petulant, the blond gazed up at the older man hoping to sway him, but Snape looked firm in his decision. Draco huffed and reached for the ingredients scattered across his table. "Yes, Professor, I'll fix it," he said snidely. The blond began to toss everything he had into the cauldron, ignoring the fact that the potion was starting to bubble over the side.

"Mr Malfoy," warned Snape, getting tired of this game, "I've been told you enjoy Quidditch. If that is true, you had better put your potion to rights immediately, or you won't be playing for the foreseeable future." He watched Draco carefully. He would not be manipulated so blatantly by the boy, no matter how exquisitely tightly that body had gripped him in the throes of passion....

Drawing his full lips into a tight line Draco mulled over his options. He really didn't want to be kicked off the Quidditch team; he had yet to make up for his embarrassing loss to Potter. But, the boy wasn't fully sure Snape would go that far; if Draco was off the team that would leave them without a seeker, which would hurt all of Slytherin house. However, the blond didn't want to chance it. "Yes, Professor," he sighed. "Only, I won't have time before class is over. May I stay after?" So this tactic hadn't worked, but Draco was far from giving up. He'd had a taste of what Snape was capable of and he wanted more.

Snape scowled. Could Draco be any more transparent? The fact that he knew he couldn't, shouldn't, be alone with him didn't help. Draco wasn't getting his way this time. "No, you'll be late for your next class. Get it sorted now or you're off the team," he snapped.

"Fine," Draco snapped back. He slipped on his dragon hide gloves and picked up his full cauldron. He stormed over to the sink and tipped the contents in, watching as it oozed down the drain. He hated not getting his way, and it showed. He couldn't understand why Snape was being so obstinate. Hadn't the older man enjoyed the last time they'd been together? Draco's lips quirked into a wry smile. Of course he had, they both had. And they'd enjoy themselves again, the blond refused to give up so easily.

Snape watched Draco carefully. The set of the boy's jaw told him the blond hadn't yet given up. He had to watch his back. Just because Lucius had given him permission to discipline his son, he doubted very much that the man had meant he could fuck him. Plus, the headmaster would likely take of a dim view of it as well. He'd surrendered to temptation, but it hadn't slaked his thirst. He still wanted Draco Malfoy. And it appeared the boy was intent on a repeat performance.

When the cauldron was empty of the ruined potion, Draco moved back to his seat and began again. This time he followed the instructions perfectly, making sure that his potion would turn out right. His mind was working all the while, only part of it concentrated on the task before him; the other part was concocting more ways to seek out punishment. Obviously just pushing Snape wasn't going to work. Draco would have to push and seduce at the same time. The only problem was that the boy had no idea exactly how to seduce the older man.

Snape had retreated behind his desk and watched the class with hooded eyes. Draco's behaviour seemed acceptable at the moment, but he knew the boy was biding his time. Perhaps he should have a talk with Lucius after all...

Working as quickly as he could, the blond just managed to finish his new potion before class ended. He was stilled miffed that he'd had to do it twice, but that was his own fault he supposed. Faulty potion making had been the wrong way to raise Snape's anger. With a disappointed sigh the boy gathered his supplies and waited to be dismissed.

"You may go," Snape said quietly, and the room emptied. He shook his head minutely, and Draco left reluctantly with Crabbe and Goyle. He stared at the closed door for a long moment. He was in trouble. He knew he couldn't resist the boy's charms; he'd proven that already. He had to talk to Lucius. He decided to contact the man later that night.

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Escaping finally from the raucous noise of the great hall, Snape swept down the corridors to his haven, his dungeons. The day had seemed interminable; all through dinner Draco had been trying to catch his eye, and the conversation he needed to have with Lucius weighed heavily on his mind. He really had no idea what to say to the man; it wasn't exactly an easy subject to broach. But something had to be done. Draco was becoming more determined, and more obvious, as the days went on. And Snape was losing his resolve to refuse.

He opened the doors to his rooms and immediately knew someone was already there. He tensed, ready to draw his wand; few people knew the way through his wards. He stepped in, and sat regally in front of the roaring fire was just the man he had been thinking of. Lucius Malfoy. Looking every inch as imperious and gorgeous as the last time he had seen him, at the Quidditch match.

"To what do I owe the pleasure, Lucius?" Severus said slowly, trying to read the man's expression.

Turning his gaze from the fire to the man who had just entered, Lucius kept his expression carefully neutral so as not to betray anything. He offered a wry smile that did nothing but make him look even more dangerous. "Can't an old friend just stop by for a visit, Severus?" He drew out Snape's first name in the darkly tempting way that only he was capable of. With an arch of his perfectly sculpted eyebrow he challenged Snape for a reply.

"Of course," purred Snape, matching Lucius' tone. He shut the door behind him, and walked into the room. "But with you it's never just a visit, is it, Lucius?" He walked to a cabinet. "Can I offer you a drink?"

Rising gracefully from his chair, Lucius wandered about the room, his eyes always trained on the other man. "Yes, a drink does sound nice," he answered, purposefully ignoring the earlier statement directed at his motivation for being here. He closed the distance between them and stood too close to the dark haired man as he poured the drink. Lucius knew he was invading Snape's personal space, and how much the other man hated that.

Severus turned and handed Lucius a filled glass, using the opportunity to step back slightly. He trusted Lucius Malfoy as far as he could throw him and the man was being less than trustworthy right now. He tried to ignore Lucius' scent, not a cologne but the man's personal aura. He had once known it very well, and just a small sniff brought back far too many memories. Most of them arousing. In the state he was in due to Draco, it took very little to make him completely hard. He was cursed by an unreasonable attraction to Malfoy men, it seemed. "I trust you're well?" he asked casually, trying to bring his rebellious body under control.

"Very well, thank you." Lucius paused to take a sip from his drink, his eyes moving all over Snape's body in that short time. "And yourself? Are you having any more trouble with your students?" He could see that for all Severus was trying to act aloof, the man was tense for some reason. Lucius smiled secretly as he took another sip. He did so enjoy watching people squirm. Especially this man, whom he'd had the pleasure of seeing squirm on many occasions under much different circumstances.

"No more than usual," Snape allowed, covering fast thinking with a sip from his drink. Lucius was up to something, no doubt about that, but the way the blond was looking at him was making it hard for him to think. Literally.

"I'm sure you keep your students well in hand, Severus. I've heard you dole out very hard punishments. I know Draco seemed..," here Lucius paused as he searched for the right word. "quite contrite after you were done with him." The blond man tilted his head as if he wanted to ask what exactly had transpired between Snape and his son, but the hot look in eyes seem to state that he already knew.

Snape's heart pounded in his chest, but through years of controlling his emotions, he showed no outward sign of dismay. How much did Lucius know? Surely Draco hadn't told him... then again, Draco had let slip an interesting tidbit of information. That Lucius and Draco shared more than was strictly proper for father and son. "Draco has had some problems restraining his emotions lately, which is quite understandable at his age," Snape said carefully, watching Lucius' face for a hint of what was really going on.

One of Lucius' well manicured fingers traced along the rim of his glass in a movement that might have been coy if done by another person. But, this was Lucius, and he was never coy; secretive, manipulative, but not coy. "Yes, Draco is a bit headstrong at times," he agreed. "That's why I sanctioned you to punish him as you saw fit." Draco had told him very little of what had actually occurred after the dueling club incident, but Lucius could tell that whatever the punishment had been that his son had not been adverse to it. He knew just how tempting his child could be; he himself had almost succumbed to Draco's charms, and he wondered if Severus had had the same problem. It was hardly something he could ask directly, though.

Lucius' response didn't reassure Severus much. "Yes, and I appreciate the leeway you've given me, of course, Lucius," he said, watching the blond's elegant hands. "I suspect it hasn't really changed his attitude completely. Yet." He paused, feeling as if he was walking through a snake pit. "More punishment may be in order."

Holding back the smirk that wanted to pull at his mouth, the blond man nodded seriously. "Of course, I wouldn't want Draco to become... wild, or wanton." Setting down his glass, Lucius prowled closer to Snape as if he was stalking wounded prey. "Tell me, Severus, what sort of punishment did you have in mind?"

Severus swallowed, his cock aching under his robes as Lucius got even closer. The image of a very wanton Draco, bent over the couch in front of him, came unbidden. But Lucius himself certainly wasn't blameless in this... "Well, Lucius, I rather think that similar punishment to what you are accustomed to giving Draco can be very... satisfactory."

Lucius paused for a moment, eyebrows raised in surprise. How could Severus possibly know what went on between him and Draco? For a brief second the blond was almost flustered, wondering if his son had divulged anything about their relationship. He quickly reined in worries as he realized that he had done nothing too inappropriate with his son, thus far. Oh, how he'd wanted to, though; but he had restrained those desires until Draco was old enough to understand them. "I will admit that he takes his discipline well. A little too well at times, as I think you must know."

Severus smirked; he could tell he'd gotten to Lucius with that comment and now he felt on firmer ground. They had threatened each other, and had found they both had something to hide. "Yes, he does," Snape allowed. "In fact, that may be a new problem."

"Perhaps if we... get together, we could find a way to solve it." Lucius knew that Severus had won that round, but he was far from done with the other man. He had come here to discuss his son, but being alone with Severus like this reminded him of how things used to be between them. They still had quite a bit in common it seemed.

Raising an eyebrow, Severus regarded Lucius. "Indeed, perhaps collaboration is the key to dealing with Draco," he said, speculatively. He wondered what exactly Lucius had in mind. His cock was rock hard and the sexy blond's proximity did nothing to alleviate that. Lucius knew just how to get to him, even after all these years. When Lucius had married Narcissa, Severus had told him in no uncertain terms that their dalliance was over. He had no wish to be someone's bit on the side. And he'd stuck to that conviction for quite some time. He was feeling reckless right now, though. He wondered if Lucius could sense that.

Regaining a sense of control, Lucius began to move in on the other man again. "We do work well together, Severus. I think we could come to an arrangement that would benefit everyone involved." His tongue slipped out to moisten his lips, the motion giving his words an obvious sensual subtext. It had been a long time since he and Severus had been together, yet Lucius could still remember the feeling of the man's nails scratching up his back, and teeth sinking into his skin. He drew in a rather deep breath as his body began to respond to the memories of their liaisons so many years prior. Severus, for all his somber outward appearance at times, was a wickedly sinful lover, the likes of which Lucius had yet to find again. He had secretly been hoping to cultivate his Draco into such a man, and perhaps now he truly had a chance at that.

Now Severus' eyes were drawn to Lucius' mouth. The blond wizard's mouth was wickedly talented, his body insisted on reminding him. Lucius had a way of bringing out the best and worst in him, and their sexual liaisons were no exception. Draco quite obviously took after his father in this regard. Tempted, he couldn't stop his voice from dropping seductively, and asking, "What sort of arrangement did you have in mind, Lucius?"

Lucius' body remembered that seductive tone far too well. He had been hard pressed to resist it in his youth, and from the way his cock was swelling his pants not much had changed. Stepping closer, until he could feel the heat from the other man's body, he reached out and slowly rubbed a lock of dark hair between his fingers. "I was thinking we could both work to mold Draco. I know you've already started, and I see no reason to stop."

Taking a deep breath, Severus threw caution to the wind and leaned into Lucius, lining up their bodies and letting Lucius know just how he felt about the prospect. "I admit I am... intrigued by your suggestion, Lucius," he purred.

Biting back a moan as he felt Snape's cock pressing against his own, he couldn't help but grasp the man's hips and rock against him. "Very intrigued by the feel of things... Perhaps we should renew our acquaintance before we start our efforts on Draco?"

"I couldn't agree more," breathed Severus, grinding their erections together. "All for the sake of Draco, of course."

Lifting his hands from Snape's hips, Lucius ripped open the front of the man's robes. "Right. For Draco. And if we just happen to benefit as well.." The blond's hand snaked between their aroused bodies, and traced over the bulge extending the front of Severus' trousers. Lucius moaned at the feeling of that hard flesh hidden just under the fabric.

"Lucius," gasped Severus. Then he gave up on speech, pushing his arousal greedily against the blond's hand. He buried a hand in Lucius' flowing hair as his other hand sought to remove Lucius' robes.

It was as if they had been sucked back in time, when actions such as these had been the norm for them. Their hands knew each other's bodies with striking familiarity. Lucius struggled to help Severus remove his robe without stopping the motions of his hands on the dark haired man's cock. He was already starting to breathe faster with just the removal of his robes.

Somehow they got their robes off, and their shirts, so they were pressed together, skin to skin at last. Mouths crushed together, hard cocks aligned, moaning against each other. Severus felt like a teenager again, all hot spikes of desire and frantic need.

Being back with Severus, Lucius wasn't sure how he had gone so many years without knowing the other man's touch. His wife fulfilled his social needs, but she had never ignited the deep seated lust that one brush of Snape's hands brought to him. Lucius tangled his fingers in Severus' dark hair, almost possessively holding the man close as they kissed roughly.

Years melted away and there was only them, and lust. Lucius' hot mouth ravaged his, and Severus knew he was lost. He slid a hand between them and managed to unbutton Lucius' trousers. He wanted to feel the other man's arousal in his hand.

Breaking the kiss at the first feeling of Severus' hand on the button of his trousers, the blond licked his lips and stared down at the other man with a look full of pure desire. Then he pulled lightly on the dark hair in his hands, forcing Severus' head back so Lucius' mouth could cover the skin with hot breath and wet kisses. "Gods, Severus... You still remember what I like," he panted.

"Of course," Severus moaned. "It's been far too long..." Finally, he succeeded, sliding his hands in the blond's opened trousers and seeking out the hot hardness that awaited him. He wrapped his fingers around the heated length, stroking quickly in the limited space, squeezing slightly. He wanted to see the reserved Lucius Malfoy writhe with pleasure once again.

Lucius moaned against Severus' neck, the fingers stroking across the other's arousal squeezing in retaliation. He let go of his grip on Snape's hair, and dropped his hand so that he could yank his trousers down a bit more to give his partner better access. His hands were clumsy, though, and he was having too hard a time of doing much of anything but moaning and enjoying the sensations. So, Lucius put his hands over Severus', the man's hands in his pants, and his own outside of them, and they rubbed together until it was hard for the blond to even stand anymore. With his free hand, and one remaining brain cell that wasn't focused on his cock, he started to work the button and zipper of Snape's trousers. He wanted Severus to enjoy this as much as he was.

Severus nearly whimpered when he felt Lucius' hand gain access to his trousers. He hoped he wouldn't explode as soon as the other man touched him. Lucius knew just what he liked, even after all these years, and they were soon clinging to each other, stroking desperately.

The hallways were dark, and more than a bit foreboding as a slim figure wove his way through them in search of his destination. No student usually traversed the dark dungeons, especially not while looking for their professor's bedroom, especially if that professor happened to be Severus Snape. But Draco was on a mission. Snape had avoided and resisted him all day, but perhaps in the privacy of his chambers the older man would feel differently. Up ahead the blond spied a door with just the barest amount of light peeking out from under it. That had to be it. Taking a deep breath he approached silently, and knocked once on the door. He had thought about trying to sneak in, but knew there was no way that Snape would leave his domicile unprotected.

A knock at the door invaded Severus' lust-fogged brain. Who in Merlin's name would dare to disturb him in his rooms at this hour? It could only be an emergency, and without a thought to his appearance he pulled back apologetically and stalked to the door. He pulled it open quickly, to see a very startled Draco Malfoy. He couldn't think of a thing to say, and belatedly realised the picture he must make: shirtless, pants unbuttoned, aroused, flushed and quite obviously in the middle of a tryst.

Not to mention the boy's father in similar state right behind him.

Taking a step back in confusion, Draco could only stare at the sight presented before him. It was Snape as he had wanted to see him, but the picture the man made was dulled by the fact that it wasn't Draco who had helped him to look that way. Anger flared up in the boy's eyes as he looked past his professor to see the person that had caught Snape's fancy. He took another step back, disbelief evident on his face, shock causing his mouth to drop open. Snape's lover was.. "Father?"