SHORT: Faceless, Severus/??

Title: 'Faceless'
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Severus/??
A/N: Written for the First Time Challenge.


Severus stared at the floor, as if trying to memorize the texture of the stone, the pattern of cracks and grooves. The pain was subsiding, at last, but that only made him more aware of the scrape of the stone against his knees and the utter, freezing embarrassment of being naked like this.

Naked, and fucked up the arse by someone he couldn't even see.

Masked. The man was masked like all the others, and somehow having it happen this way was worse by far than if he'd been able to see which Death Eater's cock was up him. He bit his lower lip and tried not to think about it. Virtually impossible, since whomever it was back there was no lightweight, and his thrusts shook Severus's too-thin frame and made him gasp. With every sound he made--was forced to make--he felt his blush go deeper, felt more exposed, more vulnerable. The ring of masked and robed figures around them shuffled and muttered. Every so often, Severus fancied he could hear one of them stifle a laugh.

God damn Lucius Malfoy to the fieriest pit of Hell.

Not really his fault, though. Severus hadn't told him. How could he? There was Lucius, golden and perfect, and--he still couldn't believe it--coming on to him. To him, the skinny, the ugly, the pale and greasy git. How could Severus refuse? And why would he want to? And then, after they'd started experimenting a little, how was he supposed to tell Lucius he was a virgin? It would make him look like an idiot, like a child. He was nearly nineteen, after all, and he was quite sure Lucius hadn't been a virgin at nineteen. Or probably at sixteen.

Everybody would have wanted him--women and men alike. Probably even the bloody house elves. Lucius could have had his pick, Severus was sure. And he was sure Lucius had taken his pick. Often.

Which really begged the question of why he'd chosen Severus. Not that it mattered, now. Now, he was on his knees on the floor, losing his virginity to some nameless, faceless figure. Being fucked in the center of a group of Death Eaters, feeling like some kind of whore, like some kind of animal as another man's cock moved inside him. The fact that the movement was beginning to spark more pleasure than pain only made him feel more on display. He gritted his teeth and pressed his fingertips against the floor.

It was Lucius's fault, because Lucius had brought him here, had convinced him of the utter rightness of the cause, had stood by his side when he took the Mark. And where the hell was Lucius now? He'd conveniently disappeared when discussion of the ritual had begun. No way to know where he'd gone to, and Severus tried not to care.

He felt his assailant's movements slow, and was shocked when a warm hand wrapped around his cock. His hips arched into the touch involuntarily, and he really shouldn't have done that because that motion drew the cock further out of his arse and the man behind him gave a grunt and shoved it back in, hard.

It hurt, but something else happened, too, and it made even the pain feel like pleasure. That cock brushed against some part of him that made his vision go white, made his mouth drop open with a huff of breath. There was more laughter, on the edges of his awareness, but he found he didn't care, because now the hand was moving faster, and the cock was bumping that spot on every stroke, and his arse wasn't burning any more or at least not in a bad way, more like a stretch, a pleasurable stretch that made him feel so full, so filled, so fuck...

"Fuck." It was the only coherency that made it through his lips in the train of sounds that attended his orgasm. His back was arched and his body bowed, and his lips were pulled back in a grimace. He found himself looking down between his own arms, watching his prick jerk and spill the long pearly strands of come across the stone. Slender, pale fingers gripped him, milking the last of his climax from him, almost tenderly...

Slender, pale fingers. And on the third finger, a silver ring, in the shape of a serpent, bearing the Malfoy crest.