New story with a new pairing. If you guys like it I'll continue it, but you have to let me know! Otherwise, this was something on the back of my mind that I found time to put down. LET ME KNOW!

LS/SS

Lucius 6th year,

Severus 15 Lucius 16

It was a dirty side of town.

A kind of dirty that Lucius Malfoy refused to contaminate his finer clothing too. So, in preparation to visit his dear friend, the aristocratic boy donned a grey button down short sleeve under a light fabric travel coat that hung tailed at the back of his knees. A pair of polished boots glint, exposed under his black, looser style pants that are held up by a silver buckle, basic leather brown belt. Spinners End was accessible by muggle train, and since Narcissa insisted on meeting Lucius at a muggle park after his meeting with Severus, the tube seemed to be the fastest option seeing how he was yet able to legally apparate.

He boarded the nasty subway without touching more than he had too and scrunched his fingers against the pull of the leather gloves as he took a seat on the dirty, plastic and thin cushion seats. If only he wore a mask his face, he'd think to himself, his face would feel less oily and like there was a thin film of dirt over his flawless skin. Pulling out a book from his pack that he had worn over his shoulder, Lucius settled in with a sigh. When muggles got off, Lucius and others would stay and this would continue until he noticed more magic than muggle. A minute into the next ride and the lights flickered in the cabins which announced the trains entry into the magic world. He waited for the appropriate stops, avoiding eye contact and glaring out the window in front of him.

"Cokeworth" The womanesk robotic voice chimes overhead and Lucius puts back his book.

He'd rise, and he'd stand for a few minutes before being the only person in the car to get off here but once on the platform would notice a few, worn looking individuals from other cars, already starting down the platform. He waited until they were far ahead of him before he started and by then the train had left and he was more or less alone. The platform could be described as, overrun by both nature and time. Various plants grew through the many cracks, and missing planks of rotted wood flared at the edges of the platform. He sighed out the musty subway air into the not so much more favorable industrial breeze and started his journey to the appropriate house number of Spinners edge.

Tobias Snape was in the driveway, Lucius notice this immediately and twisted his face into a disgusted snarl. The muggle was standing with a hose in one hand, and a beer in the other and he seemed to be washing the family muggle vehicle with the heavy stream of water.

"Mr. Snape." Lucius forced his Malfoy mannerisms onto the muggle who he would rather hex.

"Lucius." The father spat back with equal to greater disgust.

"Is Severus here?"

A disgusted snort came from the father who turned back to his car and motioned in the direction of the backyard gate with his beer. He'd pulled the string lock on the gate when he got there and would slip through the dirt dragging door without opening it too much. He'd be met by the two large dogs that came to greet him with wagging tails and bright eyes. He doesn't know the breed because they are mongrels. Good, loyal dogs, but they had no confirmation or standard. Rather quickly after brushing the dogs off, Lucius heard the loud, angry music that stemmed from the far-off shed that sat with its door open and a tapestry swinging in the slight breeze. The shack sat beneath a very large tree and was made of wood and plastic. He'd travel the patchy, brown yard without much interest to the patchy, flat space. He readied himself with a moment of adjustment before he'd pull back the Slytherin privacy flag the younger boy had hung after his first year.

He'd pull open the curtain and step inside the room he always fell off balance while standing in. To one side, is a television set on a wooden stand; to his other, a stack of magic books and a crystal set on a desk under a lamp. It's not long until a figure flashes from around another tapestry, a black, purple and white galaxy print tapestry that's blocking a space in the far right corner of the shed. Severus narrowed his eyes as he stood a fair distance away, his arms crossing slowly. The black haired boy crossed his arms and looked at Lucius through narrowed eyes to which Lucius would glance away from. Severus's mother had magicked the shed larger than its outer structure, and once housing all the storage the house couldn't handle. When his mother left her husband and Mr. Snape started drinking heavier and selling off the homes goods, Severus pushed everything to the walls and took over the shed and hung various posters, artifacts, and muggle colored string lights that attached to wall-mounted plugs. Instead of pulling furniture home from the streets as was Severus's idea, Lucius bought couches, chairs, tables and various other assortments. Of course, this was more for his personal pleasure and comfort than for Severus' but still, somehow tacky and old had been brought in over time.

Though Severus was only fifteen, he had lived one of the hardest lives of anyone Lucius had ever known. The boy had lived in a closet for three years, he'd been trapped in bathrooms with ammonia buckets and no vents. He had a scar on his head under his hair that was shaped like a half moon and was the result of the edge of one of his father's beer bottle strikes. This darkness was one of the many things that drew Lucius to the battered boy who just longed for a friend.

Lucius smirked and side-eyed the man as he walked through the room. "No need for such hostilities, my friend,"

"Said the cobra to the mouse."

"Oh, hush." Lucius would push with a huff as he circled with the couch between them.

Dropping his arms, Severus would take the stairs and land on the same floor as the taller blond but lost little of his aura with his height. Dropping the game as well as his inner walls, Lucius would land with a sigh on the couch with his ankle landing on the table and his back against the cushion.

"I have some Herbology homework for you" He could hear Severus start back up the stairs, pause and then come back. "I just finished setting the bowl."

"I'm not smoking your muggle drugs." Lucius sighed as Severus predictably came around the couch with a large green and black, snake-shaped glass bong.

"So much hate for the man who likes his booze and stimulus in heavy quantities." He says before flicking the muggle lighter.

"Party drugs, Severus." Lucius would side eye Severus as he filled the glass chamber with smoke on his inhale.

"Party drugs." Severus huffed with his throat full of smoke. "Sounds like a really boring party."

Shaking his head, Lucius looked away and unfortunately onto the TV whose screen was playing a running image of a show he of course, didn't know. With the bong in one hand, Severus drops aside his friend and lands his own leg on the table aside Lucius's. Lucius drops his Foot, allowing it to land against the ankle aside it.

"Lucius.." Severus said slowly, looking between their touching feet and open doorway; the waving flag the only visual barrier.

Lucius smirked and curved an eyebrow at his near muggle friend, "Yes?"

Severus pulled his leg from under Lucius and set his feet on the floor holding his legs comfortably apart as his black eyes gleamed with apprehension. In the last few years, Lucius had grown a fondness for the boy that pushed past friendly boundaries, and in the most recent years when Severus succumb to the Malfoy charm, the attraction turned mutual as well as physical. Lucius smirked as Severus looked to the flashing screen across from him as Lucius's mind ran memories of heated nights and sparkling touches that penetrated the younger man's mind, bringing out more of a reaction in Severus then the boy would have wished.

A dark chuckle came from Lucius, who pushed to his feet and slipped up and behind the couch and placing a hand on either shoulder and giving a massaging tighten.

"Seriously Lucius, stop." Severus panicked by the lack of private security as he felt Lucius's breath hit his neck. He pushed off the couch and out of Lucius's grasp.

The blond was ready, and hurdled the couch with ease, and pushed hard into Severus, shoving him across the room and into the wall, his forearm landing by the boys head blocking the escape while he pushed his chest against Severus's. Severus let out a harsh exhale and closed his eyes, attempting to keep control as Lucius firmness pressed against his thigh.

Another dark smirk from the taller blond and Lucius stepped away, leaving Severus to collapse his body in a release. Lucius watched with distinguished dominance as Severus quickly pulled himself together, stiffening his form and moving off the wall with grounded steps.

"I wouldn't fuck you in here anyway." Lucius looked around, turning his face in disgust at the dirty, obvious lower-middle-class furnished shed.

Severus was what Lucius would call a prude. He didn't take chances, didn't tolerate compromisable behavior.. he wasn't fun. But then again, that's why he had Narcissa. Lucius was not gay by any means, but that did not mean he would be able to be if he were. The Malfoy family highly discouraged "faggotry" and it was obvious from the start that Lucius would be wed and seen of the arm of a woman regardless of his personal pleasures.

Narcissa was a beautiful girl with an amazing body. She was intelligent, outgoing, friendly, and socially advanced. She was perfect and loyal in every way. But Lucius was not as social, he was not as outgoing and it was Severus's shadow lore that dragged the man from his possible to-be wife to the boy made of broken glass. The young man didn't give up his sexual fight easily. It had taken years of advancements and subtleties to get as far as he had. A few times in the dark and privacy of night, he would get close to the young boy, only for Severus to throw a hex or slip his snaky self away. It was when Lucius made a scene did Severus finally give the blond attention which was something quite frowned upon as a Malfoy, but got him what he had wanted.

It was one time with the Marauders during school. The Gryffindor group had come down on Severus hard and unfairly but by the end, Sirius, James, and Remus were unconscious on the way to the hospital wing with severe injuries, while Lucius was taking stride to the Headmaster's office with the scuff of his robes held tightly by Professor McGonagall. There he reared his Malfoy name, cursing on about Albus being unfit for Headmaster while such abusive actions were taking place within his school. He threatened the Headmaster with his father and made fair points that, as Severus also recovered in the Hospital wing, the Marauders needed a more than just another talking too. The act of loyalty gave Severus the spark Lucius was looking for, and the night after Severus was released from the Hospital wing, they shared their first moment in the protection of a locked classroom.

"Come, Severus, we're leaving."

"Lucius…."

He spun back to Severus on his toe and looked at the boy with a cocked head.

"Why Severus, the sun is up, I can not expect a shag from you while visibility is so high. I know you better than that.. "

Severus turned his lip up at the man's comment, "Muggle or Magic."

"Muggle, London," Lucius replied with a gleam in his eye.

Rolling his eyes, Severus slipped on a broken in, knee-length trench coat, and pulled the shed door closed as they left, pausing to lock the door behind him with a click a muggle number spinner that'd hang on a screwed in latch.

Lucius would have time for Severus tonight, but for now, he placed the event in the back of his mind and his attention on the meeting of those that waited for them in London.