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His Day

                It was the rudest, lewdest picture he'd ever seen, simply because the subject was Severus and Severus didn't show himself off like that. Arthur looked around at the office, where he was graciously alone, checked it to see if it could be a fake (in the action, not in the body because, oh yes, that was all Severus in the body), and then gawked at it. Hastily, he stuffed it back in the envelope, taking out the scrap of parchment accompanying it.

                Just a reminder, was all it said. Arthur thought it was a bit more than that. It was more like revenge or something, or, or, some sort of try at seduction. If he weren't at work, he'd definitely have hold of himself. Then again . . . Perkins was out for the day, wasn't he? Arthur sighed, reaching for the envelope, but then stopped himself again, grabbing quill and ink and some parchment instead, gripping the quill so tightly for the first moment that he ruffled its feather.

                After he gained some control over his own . . . enthusiasm to meet Severus, he scribbled a quick reply. Is Dumbledore aware his Potions Master is pure evil? See you at 6, love.

                "Not fair, not fair," he murmured, pressing fingertips against his forehead now, sending the owl on its way again. He tried to erase the image of the naughty, naughty picture from his mind. The man in the picture was a far cry from Severus's usual character. The man was sensual and seductive and so, so dirty. He was clearly erect, and everything was visible. He was thrusting his hips, tossing his head, moaning (he supposed—after all, pictures were silent), and even, Merlin, even turning so he could part his heart-shaped arse and fuck himself with his own fingers, glancing lewdly over his own shoulder.

He wondered, for the second time, just who Severus had allowed film him like that. It was incredible! But Severus didn't have a camera as far as he knew. Is he cheating on me? Arthur suddenly wondered, and then decided he'd rather not know. After all, he supposed, his own love life was spent constantly cheating, moving between his Molly and his Severus. But the night before had been Molly's night, and tonight . . . tonight, Severus was going to get a sound shagging. That much was absolutely certain.

The owl came back shortly after his lunch break. He's more aware of my . . .  pros and cons than you think.

Was it Dumbledore who took the picture? Arthur asked in reply.

No, it was Lucius Malfoy.

Arthur laughed softly to himself. The austere, untouchable Lucius Malfoy had taken it? I don't believe it, he wrote back after careful consideration.

Believe it, came the reply.

Arthur stared at the words, not comprehending them for a moment. He sent the owl on its way, tucking this latest scrap of parchment into the original envelope. He didn't have to ask—didn't want to ask. Come to think of it, it was all too easy to believe. His stomach clenched.

"They're old friends," he said after a moment. "Just old friends."

He was normally a polite man, but he often lost his temper around Lucius. It would be that much harder to rein control over himself if he knew for certain that the two of them were . . . Merlin, it really didn't bear thinking about. He shuddered. Was it selfish of him to assume he should be the only man in Severus's life? Probably. He sighed.

Six o'clock came both too early and not early enough. He clocked out, Flooing to Severus's rooms, envelope in his pocket. He was surprised to find the smell of chicken and rice in the air, heading for the kitchen to see Severus cooking.

"I am clearly not finished, Arthur, so, if you would, have a seat and I will be with you shortly."

"What if I want to watch you?"

"Haven't you been 'watching me' all day?" he said with a quirked eyebrow.

"Oh, you mean this?" said Arthur lowly, voice husky. He drew the envelope from his pocket and held up the picture. Severus looked it over for a moment.

"Yes, I mean that," he purred back. "Why don't you go 'watch me' some more from the sitting room. I trust you won't mess up the rug."

Arthur made his way into the sitting room to hold the picture in front of him and finally indulge. Knowing Severus could hear him prompted him to be a bit more vocal than he otherwise would have been.

"I'm not leaving this stove until I'm finished," said Severus.

"Oh, I know," groaned Arthur. He was getting very close when the fire turned green, and he yelped, covering himself with his hands.

Lucius Malfoy quirked a blonde eyebrow at him. "Good day, Weasley," he said, striding past Arthur to sit in a chair. "Apparently you are running late, Severus," he called into the kitchen.

"Apparently. Make yourself at home," Severus said dryly.

"I consider it my second home already," he said to Arthur. "If Narcissa only knew the things we've gotten up to in these rooms . . . . Sorry," he said with a smirk after a polite cough from Arthur. "It's not often, of course," he said, "but sometimes I like to indulge."

"Yes, well . . . ." Arthur adjusted his collar with one hand, still covering his deflated prick with the other. "Severus?" he called, "How's it going?"

"Hold your hippogriffs," said the man gruffly. And then, after a pause, "Well, you might as well move on into the back room. I've set up a table."

As if the picture hadn't been revenge enough, now he had to follow Lucius Malfoy into the back room of his Severus's quarters to mutually partake in his Severus's food that his Severus had made for him. Well, he followed him only after he had tucked both himself and the picture away. He sat down across from Lucius warily.

"I must say, I'm surprised to see you here, Arthur. I did not know you and Severus were so well acquainted."

"Yes, well, we are," said Arthur softly.

"He loves Valentine's Day, you know."

Arthur frowned slightly. "I actually had no idea."

"I know, he doesn't seem the type, does he? But he loves romance and flowers and lace and, even, on occasion, lingerie."

Arthur's eyes widened as he imagined Severus in lingerie. "How interesting," he said quietly.

"Oh yes, it's definitely interesting. Ah, Severus, there you are!" Arthur turned around to see Severus floating steaming pots into the room, placing them on the table on a pair of rather ugly potholders.

"What sorts of things are you telling Arthur, Lucius?" said Severus with amusement.

"Oh, just about your lingerie," said Arthur, chuckling softly.

"Naughty, naughty," Severus said to Lucius, seating himself.

"This smells wonderful, Severus," said Lucius with a smirk.

"Yes, it does," Arthur agreed. Secretly, he was still trying to picture Severus in lingerie. He couldn't do it. It just didn't work.

"Thank you, thank you," said Severus, and as he waved his wand, the food began to serve itself.

"There's also, of course, your love of pain." Severus shot him a warning look. "A little red to go with your pink lingerie. How festive. And then, of course, that time you dressed up as cupid."

Severus looked as if he were trying not to throttle Lucius. "Lucius, I believe your food is getting cold." Severus's grip on the napkin looked painful. He forced himself to ease up on it enough to place it over his lap.

"Ah, but it's just so warm in here," said Lucius with a wide smirk, but he did immediately begin taking small, elegant bites. Arthur's was still a bit hot for his liking, so he blew on it.

He had the feeling, now, that Lucius was merely pushing his buttons. But then again, Severus was saying nothing to allay any of the outrageous claims. Arthur tried to concentrate only on the chicken and rice, as well as the wine that had been poured. "This is quite good, Severus," he said.

"That's a compliment," said Severus to Lucius, "His wife is considered one of the best cooks to ever grace a stove."

"Is she now? How do you think Narcissa compares?"

"Close, but not quite there, sorry, Lucius," said Severus, "Though her sweets are very nice."

"Ah, yes, I partake in her 'sweets' almost daily," drawled Lucius, and he waggled his eyebrows.

"Lucius, your wine is getting warm. Please souse yourself with it before you further make a fool of yourself."

"So, when's he leaving?" Lucius asked innocently, giving a nod in Arthur's direction.

"As late as possible. You, however, will be gone once you finish, and sooner if you're not careful. What, did you think I had a threesome in mind?"

"Well, in light of recent circumstances—"

"You're rich, you're blonde, you're handsome, but, really, Lucius, you are not very perceptive. Hurry up and eat. I want you gone from this place when the last crumb leaves that plate, the last drop that glass, and then I want Arthur Weasley—yes, Arthur Weasley, don't give me that face, you lout—to have his way with me."

Lucius looked fairly stricken.

"Those days are over," Severus said simply, "If, in fact, they ever existed."

Lucius ate quietly, shooting hurt looks over the table at an unrelenting Severus. "Good bye, then," he murmured, producing a bouquet of roses from his pocket.

"Oh, look what just arrived for you," said Severus, waving his wand to send the bouquet to Arthur.  Lucius scowled at him and he scowled right back. "Don't let the fire burn you on the way out."

Arthur stared at him, sniffing a rose as he waited for an explanation. Severus didn't give one.

"We can preserve this food under a charm," said Severus. He then proceeded to start stripping right then and there. "Lucky my room's so very close, isn't it? Though I know how much you enjoy having me over the table."

Arthur, head still reeling a bit from the encounter with Lucius, watched as Severus stripped. Severus teased him a bit, rocking hips and batting his eyes and pouting his lips, hiding behind his hair. Arthur swallowed and began shirking his clothing as well.

"Where did you learn to act all...," he started.

"All sexy?" said Severus huskily, stepping forward to trap Arthur in his chair. "Why, Lucius. Blondes do have more fun, you know. But I find redheads more to my liking anyway. They're so fiery in bed. Won't you burn me up?" Arthur hadn't removed his briefs yet, but Severus was seating himself in his lap anyway, brushing against him, rubbing his bare arse over the bulge beneath the material very enticingly. Arthur moaned.

"Are you too hard to walk," Severus breathed, standing and glancing down at his lover, "or can you follow me into the bedroom before pounding into this sweet arse of mine? It's longing for you."

Arthur was absolutely panting by now, and he stood slowly, shedding his pants until he was almost as naked as Severus, not even bothering with his socks, which were, to Severus's great amusement, pink with small red hearts.

"Come on, big boy," murmured Severus and he pulled Arthur into the next room. It wasn't but a few seconds longer and Arthur literally jumped Severus, pressing him to the bed.

"Merlin!" he moaned, reaching over for the jar of pink lube on the bedside table.

"It smells like roses," murmured Severus, lying on his back, hard, leaking, and oh so edible, so gorgeous, that Arthur bit his lip. The fact that his Severus had acquired pink, rose-scented lube for them to use up together was incredibly hot. He felt his prick twitch against his stomach, wetting his red trail of hair with precome.

Two fingers pushed into the lube and he stuck them into Severus, thrusting them in and out.

"Kiss me," murmured Severus breathily, and Arthur leaned in and kissed him so furiously it left them both reeling by the time he broke away, reaching back into the lube to coat himself, liking the complement of the pink lube on his red, swollen prick. He shoved in in one long thrust, then holding Severus to himself so that he could adjust.

He pulled Severus's body a bit more off the edge of the bed, moving the legs up to rest on his shoulders. "Ready?" he groaned.

"I'm always ready for you," was his reply, and he couldn't help but to pull back and thrust in hard. His pace was wild and quick, and the two of them came at nearly the same time, Arthur first, and then Severus at the sight of his lover's abandon.

They lay together until their breathing calmed, holding each other close, nuzzling each other sweetly.

After a while, Severus stood and moved to the small table in the corner, covered with odd scraps of parchment and a quill and bottle of ink, still gloriously naked.

"What's that?" asked Arthur, watching as Severus scribbled a note on a piece of parchment and sent it with the owl he'd recently bought, who they'd only just realized had probably witnessed their whole session.

"Oh, just a little thank you note," Severus said. He looked over his bare shoulder in that seductive way he had for the picture. "Lucius is a rather good actor, don't you think? Especially for a man who's completely heterosexual."

Arthur grinned, getting up from the bed and prowling toward Severus, wrapping his arms around him, trapping his lips in a fierce kiss. "Completely and utterly evil. You definitely deserve a sound punishment."

"Punishment for a declaration of love? You Gryffindors are so utterly twisted sometimes."

"I'll twist you," murmured Arthur. "So, how about it? Are you ready for another round?"

"I doubt whether I'm ready or not matters right now," said Severus, and he shifted his hips back, rubbing his still-leaking hole over the tip of Arthur's hardening prick, causing the man to tighten his grip on the lean stomach.

"Very good point, Severus," said Arthur in a purr, and he sunk his teeth into the side of Severus's neck. "Lean forward."

Severus moaned as Arthur slid home again. "Yessss . . . ." Arthur drove into him so hard the table bumped against the wall each time, and the quill became closer and closer to the edge before falling to the ground. Arthur growled and pinned Severus down completely, to another moan from the dark-haired man. He tugged Severus's head up by the hair and then licked at the back of his neck, causing Severus to come with a cry.

"Yes, Arthur, punish me," he whispered silkily, and Arthur slammed his thighs into the table as he rocked into him hard, eventually coming in a right flood, fire shooting through his veins and out his prick. Severus made to move after a moment, but he kept him pinned there, drawing another moan from his lover.

"Do you really wear lingerie?" he asked Severus after a moment.

"Do you want me to wear lingerie?" he purred.

"Do you want me to want you to?" asked Arthur seriously.

Severus sighed. "Go look in the wardrobe."

Arthur finally pulled out, making his sated way over to the wardrobe, opening it to find . . . nothing of the sort. "But there's none in here."

"So buy me some, fool. If I don't like it, I'll tell you."

"And, if you don't, then I'll just wear it," said Arthur with a smile.

Severus turned to look at him and cocked an eyebrow. "Well. Happy Valentine's Day." He licked his lips.

"Happy Valentine's Day," said Arthur with a smile.