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Title: Path of the serpent
Author: ejab
E-mail: ejab@keyaccess.nl
Pairing: SS/LM with a little SS/RL and SS/DM on the side
Rating: the story is slash and NC-17
Feedback: a true gift and highly appreciated
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling has full ownership of these characters. Damn.
Warnings: nope.
Archive: http://www.livejournal.com/users/ejab62/
Category; all over the place
A/N: underlucius and silentpawz are my betas. All remaining mistakes are all mine.
20/37
Severus recovered remarkably quickly. But the whole affair had changed him. That became all to clear on the last day of his stay at the Manor. Deciding he was well enough, Severus had told his lover the evening before he would leave for the school the following morning.
Having their last breakfast in the guest room together, Severus now was repeatedly looking at the scars on his arms and 'hmpfed'. Again.
"What?" Lucius looked up, sipping on his orange juice. "It will be all right."
"No, it will not," Severus returned coldly.
"Of course it will," Lucius sighed irritated. Now what?
"The outside will, yes," Severus looked at him defiantly.
"Oh, get off it, Sev. We all have our demons." Boredom was starting to rise. Ah, that song again…
"You don't," Severus countered challengingly.
"Ah well, there are always a few exceptions. It's all in the mind, you know."
"Obviously."
This could be an insult. Lucius wasn't sure and eyed his lover with a searching look.
"What's your point, Sev? If there even is one?"
"So much for intelligence. I really have to spell this out for you, don't I?" Severus snarled.
"Please do," his lover drawled imperturbably.
"All this…" Severus shoved his scarred arms under the man's face, "…for just a mere half-blood." Pulling his arms back again, Severus started chewing on a croissant, giving the impression of a relaxed man enjoying his breakfast. But he was very vigilant, not at all sure how Lucius would react to this revelation. He could almost see him process the words and put the pieces together. When the last piece of the puzzle fell on its place, Lucius sat motionless and forgot to breathe for quite some time - all that time staring at him as if he suddenly had turned into a ghost.
"I see you finally get the picture. You certainly took your time." Severus smirked.
"Don't!" Lucius hissed, even paler than usual.
"Don't what?" Severus pushed some more.
"I know what you are trying to do," Lucius spat out the words, nevertheless controlling his rising anger admirably. "Don't start a fight with me, Sev, because I will not grant you one."
"Now why would I want to start a fight?" Feigned innocence.
"Because somewhere in your twisted mind you decided that I would tell the Dark Lord of your betrayal and you could then hate me and not feel hurt when He has you killed? Or maybe you have convinced yourself that I would leave you now?" His educated guesses both seemed to be right, Lucius noticed.
"Would you still want to be with me if I no longer supp - "
Loud screaming prevented Severus from having his question answered as a completely hysterical Narcissa suddenly Apparated into the room and started to incinerate everything in sight with a flame-thrower), yelling things like "FILTHY TRAITOR!" and "DESPICABLE QUEER!"
Luckily Effy managed to Stupefy her before she could do other damage than burn the curtains and a painting.
"You stupid house-elf! You were sup - " Lucius jumped up, wand already in his hand and stormed at the now terrified Effy, whose long ears seemed to try to cover up his own large eyes.
"STOP IT!" Severus demonstrated his recovery by swiftly taking out his own wand and impressively quickly disarmed the other man. "Calm down, you idiot. It is all my fault anyway - I told Effy this morning that the protective wards were no longer required." He picked up Lucius' wand and still held on to it. Just to be sure. "I better go now before your wife manages to throw off the spell. I know from past experiences that this particular spell is not one of Effy's best. Thank you for taking care of me, Lucius."
With those words Severus Apparated out of the Manor. Effy did too. The only difference was their destination. Effy returned to Snape Manor and his Master to Hogwarts. Lucius stayed standing in the room, trying desperately to take it all in.
Severus went straight for Dumbledore, knowing that otherwise the old man would soon invade his privacy in the dungeons. Once opposite the pleasantly surprised Headmaster he simply informed him that he was now well again and would take up teaching the next morning. After that simple announcement he swirled around on his heels and left the office, leaving behind a momentarily dumbfounded Dumbledore staring at a closed door. Something not many people had ever managed to pull off.
The next morning Severus joined his colleagues for breakfast in the Great Hall as if nothing had happened. He had no idea what Dumbledore had told them about his absence but they all greeted him with warm smiles without asking any questions. Only the werewolf looked at him with some concern hidden behind his smile.
"Glad to have you back, sir," Draco quickly stepped up to the head table and greeted his Head of House. "I hope you are feeling well again?"
"Yes, thank you, Draco." Severus nodded curt and gestured him to get back to his seat. Draco, even though he was Lucius' son, had not been informed about what had truly happened. The boy only knew that his Head of House had fallen ill and his father had been looking after him but that was it. As a true Malfoy he was also wise enough to not ask questions. And why should he? He already knew for several years that his father and the potions master were lovers. Neither of them had ever tried to hide that from him. His father had even explained to him years ago that his marriage was an arranged one and that it was considered to be perfectly normal to have a lover on the side. As long as it was done with discretion. And that his father turned out to favour men over women - since he had the same preference, who was he to judge?
Severus ignored his surroundings and concentrated on his food. The only distraction came when an unknown owl landed in front of Lupin with a letter. The werewolf got post? Judging by his reaction, Lupin was equally stunned. He hesitantly removed the letter from the owl, gave it some of his bacon and flipped the envelope over. Because of that action Severus could see the wax seal and recognized it - the Malfoy family crest. What? Lucius? Lucius was sending the werewolf a letter? What on earth for? He curiously watched Lupin open the letter and read it, becoming paler and paler by the second. At the end he was swallowing convulsively, crumbled the letter into his hand, stood up and left the Hall. Intriguing… Severus stared after him thoughtfully, not sure what to think of it.
A few days later he got a pretty good idea what the letter must have been about because the werewolf was avoiding him ever since as if he was carrying the plague. No doubt Lucius had warned him to stay away from Severus. And knowing Lucius, and seeing how Lupin made very sure to stay well out of his way, his lover probably had seen fit to use some kind of magic which would alert him as soon as Lupin came close to Severus. It was almost tempting to show up behind the werewolf's back just to see what would happen, but no - the man had saved his life by finding him in time. Not that he was sure if he was glad to still be alive. It was all so confusing. As everything seemed to be these days.
As time passed by it became clear that Lucius had not betrayed him to the Dark Lord. So far. But he wasn't contacting him either. Was their relationship over? Probably not - why would Lucius otherwise even bother to send Lupin a warning? Then why this silence? It had been almost two months since he'd left the Manor and the silence was getting on his nerves. Highly unusual and extremely unwelcome. Why give the man that much control over how he felt? He decided to fight that the only way he knew how to deal with anything disturbing - by locking himself up even more and studying more fiercely than ever on the new and enhanced Wolfsbane Potion.
Another fortnight passed and suddenly Lucius appeared at his door. Severus had a hard time hiding the relief he felt (such a disturbing feeling!) and invited him in with a nod of his head.
"You look nervous," Lucius stated matter-of-factly, disposing of his gloves but not his cane. Odd, Severus mused. Even more odd that he should notice that little detail.
"It's not exactly soothing to know that one's faith is depending on another man's decision," he mumbled, heading for the chairs by the fireplace.
"Don't you think I would have told him by now if I had the intention to do so?"
"It can be a powerful tool to control someone." As if that thought hadn't crossed Lucius' mind already. He would be very surprised if it hadn't. Hell, he wouldn't even believe otherwise!
"I don't need stupid threats to control you," Lucius said disdainfully, holding out his cane against the other man's chest. "Did I give you permission to sit?"
Severus froze halfway between standing and sitting down. A cold knot inside his stomach seemed to become restless and twisted violently. He stood up again, breathing out slowly while his mouth suddenly became very dry. And why, for Merlin's sake, was he even obeying?
"And I did not give you permission to look at me either." The cane unyieldingly landed on his left cheek-bone. Severus immediately averted his eyes, trying to suppress the shaking of his legs while countless thoughts started racing through his head.
Lucius calmly sat down in one of the chairs and sighed. "Resisting, aren't you? Mmm, can't have that. Undress yourself, Severus."
Severus? Oh Circe - Lucius calling him by his full name never was a good sign and always meant trouble. Compose yourself and walk away! Just walk away and let him play his sick games with someone else this time! Go! Don't be such a weak fool! Just go!
"NOW!" A sharp blow on his right kneecap almost made Severus buckle and fall but he managed to stay on his feet. His trembling fingers started to open the many buttons on his shirt, while he cursed himself for his loathing weakness and obedience. Giving Lucius that much power was wrong, such a stupid thing to do. So why didn't he stop?
"Perfect," Lucius stared appreciatively at his now naked lover in front of him. Severus stood motionless, keeping his eyes on the other man's black boots. Thinking soon became impossible when the head of the cane gently touched his left shoulder. His brain seemed to shut down completely the moment his skin came in contact with the cold metal. His senses took over and focused on the head of that cursed cane, teasingly slowly creeping over his chest, nipples, stomach, hips and legs. But never over his genitals. It was disturbing. He groaned disappointed and tried moving his hips ever so slightly, trying to coax the cane into touching this particular area. The movement was immediately trounced with a short, sharp blow on his rising cock. The potions master growled in pain and did not move again. The sick bastard!
"You really thought I would betray you or even leave you, didn't you?" Lucius rose from his chair and walked to the back of his lover. He tsk-ed. And let his cane come down hard on the left buttocks of the man in front of him. The reaction was panting breath but no movement. Good.
"I couldn't do that and do you know why not?" His hand gently caressed the red welt that was starting to appear on the assaulted buttock. "Because you need me. Don't you, Severus? Mmm?" He bent forward and whispered in his lover's ear, "You need me to take care of you, to protect you, to harbour you, to possess you…" a seducing little nip on the man's shoulder, ".. to break you…" He had hardly finished his last word or Lucius smashed his cane on the other buttocks and was rewarded with a visible shiver and a soft moan. Oh yes, his dark angel was such a fine plaything.
"Because once in a while, just occasionally, you need to be broken, don't you?" His lips now touched the other ear before his teeth nibbled their way down to that shoulder and bit down. Hard. Severus wasn't able to control himself and a yelp escaped his lips.
"That was not a wise thing to do, my pet." Lucius chuckled viciously, stepped back, aimed and hit his lover with his cane right at the back of his knees. Severus lost control over his body; his legs collapsed from under him and with a howl of pain his kneecaps hit the stone floor and absorbed the weight they suddenly had to hold. Lucius walked around, enjoying the sight of the now severely shivering body, while scraping his fingers over the vertebral column that was so beautifully exposed. He slowly sat down on the chair again and tsk-ed once more.
"Still resisting, still not willing to give over." In an almost dreamingly fashion one of his hand cupped the potion masters chin and forced him to look up to him. "Am I asking too much, Severus? Mmm? Am I? Just let me rule you. That's all I am asking. Is that too much for you?"
Severus looked at his lover as if hypnotised and closed his eyes for a moment. Yes, Lucius was right. This was what he wanted. Needed. To be broken. Completely. Every cell in his body and mind yearned for it so desperately. That was what had caused all his restlessness lately; the need to be owned, to be taken over relentlessly. To be able to let go. To finally be able to let go. Of everything. Just so he could escape into becoming nothing for a while. Not having to think, decide or take responsibility. Nothing. Just be. Just breathe and feel. Be. And Lucius was the only one who could give that to him. Was willing to give him that and even enjoy it himself.
"Please… break me…" he whispered, not even attempting to conceal the desperate begging tone in his own voice.
"I haven't decided yet. In the meantime, I suggest you make yourself useful." Without breaking eye contact, Lucius zipped open his own trousers and got his already semi-hard cock out. "Suck. No hands and stay on all fours."
Severus needed no more encouragement. His mouth eagerly engulfed the head of his lover's cock, then his tongue started to slowly swirl to the base of the cock where he carefully nibbled on the balls one by one, before taking them in his mouth and gently biting down on them. He was rewarded by a gasp and a hiss. After biting down a second time his teeth grazed all the way back up to the head of the cock again. Slowly he let his mouth close over that delicious cock and took him in as far as he could. Then he swallowed. "Yesssss," Lucius bucked his hips and seemed to try and push his cock even further in. Which was absolutely not possible since he was already engulfed to the root. Severus took pride in his reputation as an exceptionally skilled deep throater
and repeated the process, even managing to involve his tongue, determined to let Lucius come. His lover made some hitched guttural noises but then pushed him away, taking over control again.
"No, you don't, Severus. Behave," Lucius smiled, recognizing the intention all too well. "I have other plans - come and sit on my lap like a nice obedient lapdog, will you?"
The word 'lapdog' almost broke the enchantment for Severus as a picture of the deeply hated Sirius Black flashed before his eyes. It certainly had a direct result on his own erection which was now quickly fading.
"Ah, I see I struck a nerve here. " Lucius swiftly distracted the thoughts of his lover by pulling him up and kissing him fiercely. It worked. "Ride me."
He broke the kiss, grabbed his lover by his hips and without giving the man time to prepare properly, thrusting hard. Severus bit down on his bottom lip to prevent himself from protesting and did as was requested of him. His own cock started to harden again. A fact that Lucius choose to absolutely ignore, much to his growing frustration. An attempt to take care of it himself immediately got punished by sharp nails digging in his balls. Damn that man!
By keeping hold of the other man's hips and thrusting up mercilessly, Lucius controlled every little detail and it wasn't long before he came, thrusting wildly and screaming loud. Severus watched as his lover threw his head back, his eyes closed, mouth half open and cheeks flushed, coming violently. He was so beautiful to watch, looking that debauched…
"Get off!" The moment Lucius had regained his composure, he roughly shoved a stunned Severus off his lap and onto the floor.
"What the - ?"
"Already forgotten your place, Severus?" Straightening his clothes again, Lucius stood up and smiled down maliciously. "I did not give you permission to speak, remember? For that, you must be punished so I will not break you. Goodnight, Severus."
Lucius left.
Severus got up, staring at the closing door in utter disbelief. He left! The bastard had just left! He had the nerve to ju - ah! Reality seemed to kick in all of the sudden. Damn! The evil bastard never had had the intention to break him tonight! It had been part of his twisted game to let him think he would get what he so desperately yearned for but Lucius would not have given it to him tonight, no matter what. Such a twisted mind, such a twisted, sick, beautiful mind!
Severus could almost laugh about it. Almost. The increased yearning, now becoming a real burden, and his painful hard-on prevented him from doing so. That last condition was something he could deal with himself and at once. Stepping into the shower, that was exactly what he did. Gods, that man was evil. He almost had to admire him for this one. Lucius really had him completely fooled. The only problem was that he now indeed desperately wanted to be broken. Talk about torture!
But if Lucius could play with his deepest desires and needs and use his vulnerability - the least he could do was return the 'favour'. Get the man at his weak spot and break him in turn. Really break him. Fortunately he just happened to know what that weak spot was. Or better: who it was.
21/37
It all started with compliments in class. On top of his best marks ever, Draco on several occasions was addressed as 'highly skilful' and 'exceptionally talented'. Lately he seemed to earn his House points for merely existing or turning up in Potions classes. It all added to his already high status amongst his fellow Slytherins. It also made the Gryffindors extremely irritated and hesitant to go to the dungeons for their shared classes. Nowadays merely looking at Draco already seemed to give Snape an excuse to deduct points from Gryffindor for 'inadmissible intimidation'. Protests were immediately punished with more points deducted.
Then the potions master surprised Draco by telling him that he certainly could do with an assistant. Would the young Malfoy perhaps be interested?
"If you prove yourself worthy, I may even consider offering you an apprenticeship. Unless you already have other plans after leaving Hogwarts?"
No, Draco had no other plans. Hell, he had not even given it much thought up to now, always assuming his father to make that decision for him. Becoming as assistant to an already legendary potions master - how could that be wrong? Not to mention the status it would give him! No doubt his father would be proud.
"You are not to tell anyone of this conversation," Severus burst his bubble sternly. "You first have to prove yourself a worthy assistant because I only take the best of the best. It will also include extra hours of studying under my supervision. Are you willing to do so?"
Of course he was willing! It was a change of a lifetime! Private tutoring from the best potions master around and the prospect of an apprenticeship? Oh yes, he was very willing!
They agreed on a probationary period of 3 months. That would give the potions master enough to see if Draco had what it took.
So Severus set up a program - Draco would help him whenever the potions master felt the need for an extra pair of hands and studying took place every Tuesday and Thursday evening for two hours straight.
Draco soon learned that his Head of House took their probationary period very seriously. And Snape as a private tutor was even more demanding than as a teacher in class. He had thought that to not be possible but yet it was. The man was relentless in his expectations and had no toleration whatsoever for even the slightest mistake or sloppy work. Dissecting toads too hastily was rewarded with having to clean out fifty cauldrons without any use of magic. Squashing beetles without being able to prevent some nasty little bits from escaping his chopping board and flying around the classroom got him scrubbing every toilet in the entire school. On Saturday. When everyone could witness it. It was the worst humiliation ever and a day he wished someone would Obliviate from his mind. And yes, his prestige did suffer a bit but he bravely held his head up high, knowing he would have the last laugh. Just 5 more weeks and he could tell all those bloody idiots to stuff it.
The humiliation had served its purpose though. He quickly became very, very secure and thorough in his working. Not that Snape gave him compliments. As soon as he had agreed to be his assistant, the man had stopped giving him compliments for some odd reason only known to himself. He slowly just stopped handing out detentions. And three weeks ago week the potions master had surprised him by offering to drink tea together before sending Draco back to his dorm. Two weeks ago they had also started with drinking tea. Last week he was surprisingly dressed in a much more casual style; in just black pants and a white shirt. It made him look less forbidden and far more human. It also confused Draco a lot more than he would be willing to admit. A somewhat relaxed Severus Snape was a rather enticing Severus Snape, he noticed. The way the man enjoyed his tea, closing his eyes for a second with every sip he took, his calm and almost lazy movements when not working, the rare smile that started to appear once in a while… and tonight the potions master had even told Draco about some pranks he and his father had played on other students. Mainly Gryffindors, of course. They'd managed to get quite a reputation because of that. It was fun to hear his Head of House speak about those events, also because his own father hardly ever shared his memories with his son.
And the confusion didn't stop there. At the beginning of this week Snape had said he could call him Severus. But only in private. And now the man sat opposite him and smiled.
"What? Have I made a stupid mistake?" It unnerved Draco a bit, although he tried to pretend it didn't.
"No… I merely noticed… has anyone ever told you how much you look like your father when he was your age?" Severus kept smiling. "The same grace, the same beautiful face. Exactly those features attracted me to him. No doubt you are quite popular. Are you?"
"I am a Malfoy, of course I am," Draco snorted. Had the man really just been drinking tea or something stronger?
"And the same attitude, I see," Severus chuckled, bending forward. "Do you have a girlfriend? Or a boyfriend perhaps?"
"Have you seen the girls at this school, si-Severus?" Draco looked like he smelt something revolting, in the back of his head not believing they were having this conversation.
"Indeed." Severus refilled their cups with tea again. "So - do you have a boyfriend?"
What was this? 'The' talk? It was rather late for that, wasn't it? And shouldn't his father be the one to have that particular conversation with him anyway?
"Not really… just the occasional um… you know." He would not go into details, not even for his Head of House. That would be too embarrassing!
"I understand." Severus stretched his long legs and drank some of his tea.
"Forgive me for asking, Severus, but why do you want to know this? Has my father…?" Draco decided to be bolt and straightened his back. 'Always keep in control', his father always said. So he'd better take over the questioning.
"Your father has nothing to do with this," Severus smiled again. "Let's just say I understand the pressure of being a Malfoy. People will always expect you to do better, know better than others. Even when it comes to sex. Do you never feel the pressure? The unspoken expectations?"
"Oh yes, I do." Draco sighed, letting his guard down some more. It seemed that finally someone did understand the constant pressure he was always under. And that it turned out to be his Head of House, well… the man had his father as a lover so he would be the one to know, right? "Yes, they always expect me to be this wonderful lover. They always think that I know what to do and…" He had said too much. Way too much! Blushing fiercely, Draco pressed his lips firmly together and studied his hands.
"There's absolutely nothing wrong with still being a virgin, Draco," Severus just guessed but judging by the increasing redness of the boy's cheeks, his guess had been accurate. Wonderful, that would make it all so much easier! Now in for the kill. "Just make sure you pick the right person to loose your virginity to and not just some boy who only wants to be able to spread the word he has deflowered a Malfoy. Because there are a lot of those around. And also make sure it will be someone who treats you kindly and is willing to make it a wonderful experience for you. You never forget your first time so better make bloody sure it's a great time."
"When you and my father um… were you…?"
"Your father took my virginity, yes. As you well know, your father is several years older than I, so by the time I was ready, he already had quite some experience. And I have never regretted a second of it, it still is a very cherished memory," Severus smiled warmly, closing his eyes for a minute, as if he tried to recreate the experience.
Draco stared at him for a minute while his brain worked at high speed. Snape was very experienced. He would also be kind to him. Discreet also. And he was also enticing, in his own unique way.
Suddenly he just knew that he wanted Snape to be the one. That realisation alone was enough to make him half-hard instantly. To be able to finally have sex, real sex! Not just some groping and clumsy blow jobs, but real sex! And with such an experienced partner! The way that man could undoubtedly make him feel! Merlin, just thinking about it almost made him come!
"Sir? Eh - Severus? Could you… would you be willing to… teach me?" There. He'd asked it.
"That is a somewhat…unusual request, wouldn't you say? After all I am your teacher and Head of House. Can you imagine the consequences that it could have for both of us?" Severus eyed him sternly.
"I wouldn't tell anyone! Honest! I'd rather die!" Draco knew he sounded pathetic but couldn't care less. So close to finally having sex and today of all days the man suddenly revealed morals?! Fuck morals! He wanted sex, sex and sex!
"Please calm down, Draco. Merlin, adolescents, hormones and a clear mind working together is too much to hope for." Severus sighed for the right dramatical effect, "You are aware of the real possible consequences if this is ever to be found out, I hope? I would lose my job and my reputation and we both probably would lose our lives if your father ever found out - he does not like to share and is extremely possessive when it comes to me."
'If this is ever to be found out'. That was what Snape had just said. He had not said 'no'! "You could Obliviate me afterwards?" Draco tried, almost begging by now.
"And deprive you of the memory of your first time? That hardly seems fair, now does it?"
"Please?" Draco did not know what to say or how to convince his teacher. Of course he could make promises of some kind but he wasn't that stupid! That his father had taught him well - never run into debt, never owe someone a debt, no matter what. Never. Full Stop.
"You do fully understand the dangers involved here?" Severus gave him a deadly glare.
"Yes, si - Severus,"
"Very well. I will see you next Tuesday, as usual." Severus gestured him to go.
"Sir?" Draco didn't understand and looked at him confused, without moving.
"If you promise to make up for it during your own time, one hour of study will be sufficient Tuesday. Dismissed."
One hour? That - ah! Draco felt a huge smile creeping up upon his face. He understood.
"Absolutely." The younger Malfoy bade farewell to his potions master and left hastily.
Severus swapped his tea for a brandy and sat down again. Poor boy...he chuckled and shook his head. Lucius had taught him well enough for the boy to not be so stupid as to lower himself and make humiliating promises but he still had been totally blind and went straight for the bait.
So easy to manipulate. So not in control of his body. A disgrace for everything the Malfoy's stood for, really. And he would get hurt because of that. Not killed - he knew exactly how to play Draco to prevent Lucius from killing his only son and heir, but the boy would get hurt all the same. Ah well, good lessons always came with a prize. And if Draco so desperately wanted to be part of the adult world, he'd better learn the rules quickly.
22/37
Time seemed to stand still. It took forever to become Tuesday again. But when it finally was, Draco found himself extremely nervous and exhilarated at the same time. Since leaving the dungeons last Thursday evening, all he had done was fantasizing and probably broken the record for dirty underpants and sheets in the process. Knowing he would finally get some real action seemed to have increased his libido to unprecedented heights. Now, at last, he would get what he so desperately yearned for.
His impatience brought him to the dungeons fifteen minutes early. Something that did not escape Severus' attention. He made no comment however and simply led the the young Malfoy to his private chambers where they enjoyed their usual cup of tea together. Draco couldn't help but look at his Head of House in a totally new way now. He no longer saw his potions master and The Terror of Hogwarts - he saw fingers that would soon touch and caress him, lips that would touch his, clothing that covered warm skin… So close and still so far away! If he could have it his way, he would just jump on the man right here and now but knowing Snape, that would not be tolerated. To begin with.
Half an hour later they were in the classroom. Severus had given Draco his assignment and was grading the content of vials students of his latest class had left behind. Apparently their work had been rather poor because he snorted and sighed a lot. Draco eyed him regularly and slowly started to wonder if his teacher perhaps had forgotten about their 'deal' - he was completely absorbed in his work and gave no hint or sign that confirmed their agreement. No attempt to any kind of foreplay whatsoever - not a look, a casual touch or smile. Nothing! It did disturb and disappoint Draco a bit but even he did not have the courage to ask questions or take the initiative.
"It would be wise to check your list of ingredients again, Draco. I do not recall the need for human skin or blood in that particular potion." The young Slytherin was startled out of his reflections by the familiar baritone. He quickly looked down on his chopping board. Damn, he had cut his thumb and managed to slice some skin off! Draco immediately let go of his knife and looked around for something to put on the bleeding thumb. Wait, his handkerchief!
"You'll live," Severus was next to him in a minute and examined the minor cut in an almost bored fashion. Only to then bringing the thumb to his lips and slowly licking of the blood. Draco was instantly lost for words. All he could do was watch that tongue swirl around his thumb seductively. He felt his cheeks blush the moment his potions master opened his mouth and closed it around his thumb, sucking lightly while his tongue continued to play around his now painfully throbbing thumb. Somehow his thumb immediately seemed to be connected with his cock as it started to twitch quite happily at the same time. He just managed to bit back a moan.
Without realising it, Draco had now opened his own mouth too. His eyes were completely fixed on that wicked mouth and the promises it seemed to make.
"Gaping isn't exactly beneficial to making an intelligent impression, Mr Malfoy." Severus let go of the thumb and gave his student a disapproving look.
"Fuck intelligence," Draco snapped. Only to realise who he was talking to. "I… I apologise, sir. I just… I wasn't thinking…"
"Yes, so I noticed, " Severus smirked. He raised his eyebrow. "Will your brain start working any time soon?"
"I seriously doubt that, sir," Draco confessed, grinning sheepishly and blushing more fiercely.
"Better get you away from this potentially dangerous environment then…" Severus looked around to make sure if it was safe to leave everything the way it was. "Follow me."
Draco just nodded, not trusting his voice any more, and followed his Head of House back to his private quarters.
As soon as he had closed the door, Severus turned around to his pupil again.
"You do realise that this means more private studying, I assume?"
"Yes, s-Severus." Did Snape mean what he thought he meant?
"Don't think I am letting you get away with such reckless behaviour, Mr Malfoy. Being distracted that easily is not something I am willing to tolerate," Severus whispered in the boy's ear, stroking Draco's jawline with two fingers.
"I… I understand," Draco muttered, his senses totally focused on those fingers.
"Good. Just let me think about the proper punishment for a moment." Warm lips very gently kissed his earlobe and then made their way to the boy's own warm lips. Draco felt a tongue licking his bottom lip before it slipped between his lips. Without hesitation the young Malfoy opened his mouth, giving full access. Severus took the invitation and let his tongue explore Draco's mouth, touching his teeth, palate and tongue in a slow and very relaxing way.
For a short moment Draco felt a bit intimidated, but then decided he was a Malfoy after all and kissing was something he already had done numerous times and was pretty good at so there really was no need for restraint. He joined in with great enthusiasm. A decision his potions master obviously approved of because the kissing immediately became more demanding and intense.
Hands started to caress his back and buttocks over his robes and Draco moaned softly. It also made him come up for air sooner then he would have liked. The wicked lips of his Head of House did not wait for him to come back to his again but instead trailed downwards to that very sensitive spot near his collarbone and started sucking. That caused Draco to moan loudly and shiver. Oh Merlin, that made him feel so incredibly horny - he would never be able to last long!
"So responsive… I love that," the voice of his potions master washed over him and that was enough for Draco to simply give up holding back altogether and moan even harder when one hand slid under his clothes and caressed his back while another hand stroked over his already painfully hard cock teasingly short, still caught in his pants.
"Please, free me… it hurts," he managed to speak before growling like an animal the moment
Severus did as requested and firmly squeezed his hard cock. Draco immediately begged for more and more, pushing his throbbing cock determined into that warm skilled hand. He didn't care if he was impudent or exacting, he just wanted release. Now!
"Ah, you youngsters…always so impatient," Severus chuckled but gave him what he needed anyway. It only took a few jerks more and Draco came with a loud groan, spilling his warm seed into his teachers hand. For a moment neither of them moved.
"Sorry," Draco mumbled, not looking anywhere near sorry, after getting his breath back. "I'm sorry… I made a mess… let me - "
"No need." Severus imperturbably spelled his hand clean. "Let's get somewhat more comfortable before we proceed, shall we?" He gestured Draco to follow him into his bedroom.
Curious as anyone would be, Draco looked around and found that the bedroom suited the man. Just perfect: a large four-poster bed in the middle of the room, a small table on the left side with on it a few books on (big surprise there) potions, two small vials with purple liquid, a wardrobe which looked suspiciously similar to that antique, priceless oak wardrobe that used to be in his mothers bedroom before it mysteriously vanished (which had made his mother extremely furious since Lucius nor the house-elves could not give her a good explanation as to what had happened to it), a small fireplace flaming up the moment they entered the room and lastly a chair right in front of that fireplace - it was all sufficient and stripped down to the pure essentials. Not exactly cosy but the warm champagne colour on the wall and the green bedding made it quite tranquil.
"Just relax, Draco. Relax and enjoy the experience." Severus appeared into his vision, apparently
mistaking his silence for nerves, and stroked his back.
"No, it's okay. I'm okay," Draco smiled, walked towards the bed and sat down on the edge. "I'm more curious than nervous, really. Can I ask you something?"
"Of course." Severus remained standing in front of him, his face stoic.
"Can I touch you too? I mean… I would like to… if it's okay with you?"
"This isn't about me, Draco. This is all about you." Severus now smiled and gently caressed the boy's lips with a finger.
"I know but I still want to touch you too. Please?" Draco tilted his head a bit and grinned wickedly. "You can assess my skills afterwards."
"You feel rather confident about yourself, don't you?"
"Hey, I may be a virgin but that doesn't mean I am completely inexperienced. Besides, the next time I see you again will be in front of the class and it would be so fu- eh, gratifying to know that I could make you scream."
"You made me scream?" For a moment Severus looked at his pupil in sheer disbelief. Then he burst out into laughter. "Ah yes, the Malfoy bravado. How could I forget."
Still chuckling, Severus returned the wicked grin accompanied with glinting eyes and Draco understood - the challenge was accepted. Oh boy, now he actually had to do it…
Determined and with a proud look he stood up and kissed his teacher on the lips before undressing him, kissing every piece of flesh that got exposed. Severus copied every one of his moves, which he thought was weird at first but soon found it to be rather erotic.
Once naked they lay down on the bed. Draco started to explore his teacher's body with great care and precision, kissing him on the chest and then licking and sucking his nipples. It got him a little gasp. Hardly noticeable but still a gasp. That encouraged Draco and determinedly his mouth slid down, all the while caressing the man's body anywhere he could with both hands. He tongued Snape's navel, was rewarded with a surprised soft moan and went further down until he was at his destiny. Apparently he had not been doing a bad job because he was greeted by a hard cock, begging for attention. So Draco gave it exactly that. He licked and sucked every inch of the sensitive flesh and played with the balls as good as he knew how. Which seemed to be pretty good if the gasps and moans were anything to go by.
"I think it is my turn now." Two strong hands suddenly pulled him back up and the next thing Draco knew was that he was under attack. It certainly felt that way. It was as if his whole body got snowed under by lips, tongue, teeth, fingers and hands all at the same time and everywhere - fast and devouring. It took a disturbing short time before he was whimpering and begging and whining. What Snape could do with his lips! He never knew those things were even possible, let alone exist! It also made him extremely aware of his own inexperience. Obviously he indeed had a lot to learn!
"Sshh, relax." One finger in his arse had been nice. Two started to get a bit weird but three were just damn painful! Feeling the painful intrusion, Draco could not help but whimper softly and open his eyes in distress. His teacher was looking down on him intently and started to distract his attention by kissing him fiercely. It worked. A bit.
"Relax, Draco. I need to prepare you," Severus murmured, sliding down his body and engulfed his leaking cock with his expertise mouth. Now that did totally distract him pretty soon. "Are you ready?" Severus came up and kissed him on the lips again. Draco just nodded. A pillow was summoned and placed under his buttocks. Lubricant followed next and slowly he was prepared again, but now with cold slick fingers. It started to feel good. Very good. Especially when his prostate was found and hit.
"Oh Merlin… do that again…" Draco looked up in complete awe. He had never felt this good!
"Oh, I will…" Severus promised him, while spreading the lube on his own cock. "Ready?"
Draco nodded again and felt a blunt head pressing against his anus. Oh man, how could that ever fit?
Sensing the boy's nerves, Severus distracted him again by stroking Draco's cock while he carefully and slowly pressed forward and inward inch by delicious inch.
"Oh, ah, it's.. ah!" Draco's voice betrayed disbelief and well as some discomfort.
"Allow yourself some time to adjust to the sensation. Does it hurt too much?"
"No…it's… I'm fine, it just feels… weird…oh! Oh yes, do that again!" Clutching to the shoulders of his potions master, Draco tried lifting his hips a bit in hopes of recreating that feeling again.
Severus moved again. Slowly in and out, increasing the speed and firmness of the strokes with every encouraging moan or hiss. He had to give Draco credit for not acting like a scared fragile virgin but wanting to feel everything and daring to take the plunge. Yes, the boy was nervous but scared? Not even close! Even when he started to set a rather demanding pace,
driven by his own now hunger. Draco was able and willing to adjust and even enjoy it.
But he didn't last long. Not as long as he would have wanted too. This tight warm arse was just too good, too fucking good. He hold out as long as he could but soon Severus just had to let go and came, totally missing the moment Draco came, holding on to him and calling his name.
"That was… wow…" Draco wanted to cuddle. Severus most certainly did not. Draco won and crawled close to his teacher. He sighed happily.
"Did I hurt you?" Severus somewhat absent-mindedly stroked his back, staring at the ceiling.
"Not much. Can we do it again someday? Please?" Draco asked.
"We'll see, Draco, we'll see. You better get back to your dorm now." Severus coaxed him into sitting up without Draco noticing it. And by the time he did, he was already dressed and standing at the door.
"Thank you for…"
"Go, Draco. You already are beyond curfew as it is." Severus smiled faintly, gave the boy a last kiss and manoeuvred him away. He sighed once the door was closed again and immediately poured himself a large brandy before sitting down in front of the fireplace in his living room.
A virgin. Untouched. Oh joy.
He really was getting a bit cynical these days, wasn't he?
23/37
"How is the potion going, Severus? Any progress at all?" Dumbledore looked worried. Severus was. After all those months there was still no breakthrough and frankly he was at a complete loss. Again. Not that he would ever admit that, of course.
"None to speak of," Severus sighed. "As I said before - it is extremely hard to make."
"Ah, but you'll succeed in the end, my dear boy," the Headmaster gave him a disturbing cheery smile and shifted more to the edge of the seat. "I was thinking… maybe it would help if you were to watch Remus transform?"
"You want me to what?!" Severus' mouth dropped. He could not have heard that correctly.
"Now, now, Severus, calm down. Think about it; you can monitor his changes first hand and possibly find clues t-"
"He can rapport back to me after his transformation," Severus snapped.
"But you may miss vital information. Remus isn't exactly capable of keeping notes on his
findings when he is transforming."
"Don't remind me," Severus growled, shaking his head. "I am not staying in the same room as a werewolf, thank you very much. Pitiful as it is, I value my life too much for that."
"No confidence in your own potions, Severus?" Again that bloody smile. Always a bad thing.
"Of course I have!" The nerve of the Headmaster to even implicate such a thing!
"So what's the problem? Just think of him as a big friendly dog and all will go well. You'll see."
That conversation had taken place the day after Severus had deflowered Draco. And ever since then he was extremely tense and short-tempered, even during his private sessions with Draco. The young Malfoy had looked forward to his next session again but was disillusioned afterwards - his Head of House had been cold, distant and very absent-minded. Seeing the hurt look in his pupil's eyes Severus had curtly ensured Draco it had nothing to do with 'their last encounter' but that he was overwhelmed with 'challenging work'. Then an house-elf had brought mail. And after reading the parchment, which had his father's seal on it, Snape was even more distracted and shortly after dismissed Draco until further notice. Draco had left. Reluctantly and very disappointed. Severus noticed the boy's attitude but did not want to deal with it. He had enough troubles of his own.
Sitting in his chair he read the parchment over again. It was short and to the point. "My dear Sev, Of course I understand. I will never stand in the way of your chance at getting the acknowledgement you deserve as a Grandmaster of Potions. Hereby consider the curse on Lupin lifted. Do not disappoint me. Yours, Lucius."
Damn. He had just run out of excuses.
With a reluctance that matched Draco's earlier, Severus informed the Headmaster he was ready.
And was told, with loathing cheerfulness, that Remus' transformation would take place on Thursday evening. Which meant he had only three days to mentally prepare himself. And why was Dumbledore gloating so much? Really, that man was as evil as the Dark Lord - a cunning old bastard was what he was! All warm and friendly and sickly paternal on the outside but underneath it all the Headmaster was always calculating and manipulating. A true Slytherin at heart. And somehow Severus could not lose the feeling that he was, again, being manipulated.
Thursday evening Severus went to Lupin's rooms, thinking about how strangely Lupin had acted ever since he had been told of this next step. Lupin had of course immediately understood that Lucius had lifted the curse but still remained at a respectable distance. That did not bother Severus in the least. It was the way the werewolf had started to look, no, to stare, at him. He had caught the werewolf staring at him on more than one occasion and every time their eyes had met, Lupin gave him an almost melancholic smile before averting his eyes.
"I will not hurt you, Severus," Remus spoke softly, the moment Severus entered his room. Severus frowned, seeing Lupin standing on the other end of the room, covered only in his old shabby robes. The man was already looking quite restless. And… nervous? Or insecure?
"You can not guarantee me that. You won't be yourself in another hour or so," Severus countered, definitely nervous and staying very close to the door. He definitely did not want to be here! What had Dumbledore been thinking?
"Hour?" Remus smiled sadly. "I don't think so. It's already starting. I can feel it - my senses - I can smell your fear."
Severus swallowed nervously, forcing himself to look closer. Yes, Lupin was already trembling and his face showed deepening lines that represented suppressed pain. Suddenly he seemed so much older. Older and tired. Very tired.
A convulsion ran through Remus' body and his face grimaced in pain. Another convulsion, more violent this time. Remus closed his eyes and moaned. After opening his eyes again, he looked at Severus with an almost apologizing look. "I know you are scared and I'm sorry the Headmaster made you witness this. Believe me, I'd rather-" a hoarse cry of pain escaped Remus as he was struck with another convulsion which made him almost collapse. It left him gasping from pain for a moment, "… spare you."
Severus was about to make a nasty remark but couldn't. Not when the next convulsion made Lupin fall to his knees and grab his head, shaking it and again cry in pain. Convulsion after convulsion followed and they seemed to get alarmingly worse each time. It didn't take Remus long to lose control completely and scream and howl in pain constantly while tears ran down his face. A face now horribly distorted in all-consuming pain. Clearly no longer aware of another man's presence he started crawling over the floor, screaming himself hoarse from the blinding pain, pulling and clawing at his hair and head and even trying to bite his own hands. Anything to stop the pain!
Severus desperately wanted to move furniture to prevent Lupin from bumping into it and hurting himself even more but he just could not move. Didn't dare to.
Slowly the screaming started to sound more like howling. Then it all stopped.
Lupin just layed there, now stiff and motionless. Then his limbs started to tremble and he began to growl and grumble. The sounds sent shivers down Severus' spine as he stood there frozen, eyes big in fear. He watched with horror as Lupin's head became flatter and longer, as did his body. His shoulders crooked and hair appeared on his face and hands. Severus gulped, almost hyperventilating, and saw the hands change into ferocious claws. Oh Merlin, oh dear Merlin…
Terrified beyond rational thought, Severus clenched his hand around the wand he had pulled out of his robe, not daring to move. He watched the grey wolf, that had been Lupin, eyeing him curiously. Then it got on all fours, put its nose in the air and sniffed, tilting its head as if wondering what this other creature was. Slowly the wolf walked towards the human being. Severus gulped again, raising his wand as slow and inconspicuously as possible. Damn Dumbledore! Damn that stupid - a rough tongue licked his hand. What? Barely able to belief what he was seeing, Severus blinked and watched the wolf lick his hand a second time before it walked to the mattress on which it turned and turned until the exact right spot was found and the wolf laid down, sighing contentedly, closing its eyes and soon drifted off to sleep.
Severus stared in utter disbelief. That bloody wolf was sleeping! Here he was, scared as hell and expecting to be torn to pieces, and that bloody wolf was taking a nap!
Well, okay, at least he could stop shaking now. Slowly releasing a breath he had been holding, Severus loosened his grip on his wand. And soon slid down against the wall until he was sitting. On a cold stone floor. While the werewolf was laying on a soft, warm mattress. Life was so unfair.
Severus woke up with his back still firmly against the wall. It felt cold, stiff and painful from leaning against the cold hard stones but surprisingly enough his legs felt nice and warm. Puzzled he looked down and gasped at the sight that caught his eyes - a very naked Lupin, curled up over his legs, his head on his abdomen. Asleep. Severus held his breath for a moment, then slowly exhaled and let his eyes roam over the body of the man beneath him. So many scars everywhere - some clearly from ripping out flesh, others from scratching and biting. There was hardly undamaged skin to be found. He had seen them before, yes, but somehow they made a far bigger impression this time. After seeing the transformation with his own eyes, he only now was somewhat able to understand the amount of pain, despair, self-loathing and hell they represented.
Gods, and he thought he was scarred? The physical pain alone Lupin had to go through each month had to be inconceivable, not to mention what it did to his muscles, tissues, nerves and tendons. The man surely would not get very old. And then he wasn't even taking into consideration what it meant for his mental health yet. His admiration for Lupin increased quite considerably. He was not sure if he himself would have been able to cope with such a burden every month of every year he was living.
An inquiring sound made Severus focus on the present again as Lupin moved a bit and yawned.
"Seems the wolf longed for company… " a drowsy voice rose up from the human form.
"Yes, well, at least my legs were kept warm," Severus mumbled.
"Sorry, I'll get off." Remus agonisingly slowly started to move sideways laboriously.
"What precisely do you think you are doing, Lupin?"
"What does it look like? I'm crawling off of you," came the strained reply. "Can't exactly walk yet, you know."
"So it seems. Lay still and I'll push you off." Severus did just that, stood up and straightened his legs. Ah yes, that felt so much better. Then he looked down again. "Well, can't leave you laying on a cold stone floor. Guess I'll-"
"A bath. Can you please fill the bath with warm water? I'll manage from there on, I promise." His colleague have him an almost beseeching look accompanied with a shy smile.
"Eh… yes, of course," Severus nodded curt and disappeared into the bathroom. A few minutes later he came back and, after some hesitation, picked Lupin up and carried him towards the filled bath and lowered him gently.
"Oh yes, so much better," Remus closed his eyes, enjoying the warmth of the water soothing his cramped muscles and body. "Thank you." Severus nodded and left the bathroom. Remus was vaguely aware of the sound of a closing door before he shut his eyes again and gave himself over to the healing warmth once more.
"Any more soaking and you'll have no skin left. Out." Severus appeared in front of him once more. Hadn't he just left? He frowned in astonishment.
"You dozed off. Now out," Severus pulled the plug out of the tub and determinedly picked him up and carried Remus to his bed. "Now drink this. It will help to somewhat ease and restore the damage done to your muscles and other parts of your anatomy. And why have you never a requested a Healing Potion from me before?"
Remus obeyed slightly taken aback, noticing more vials on a chair nearby. Severus obviously had been to his chambers to collect some potions. That did not, however, give the man the right to stand there like that and act as if he was giving one of his students a reprimand.
"You are already overworked as it is and besides, you d-"
"Oh, stuff it, you annoyingly self-sacrificing Gryffindor." Severus snatched the now empty vial away impatiently, gave Lupin a second one to drink and then pushed him down onto the bed firmly. "Just shut up and lay still." His harsh sounding words were a shrill contrast to what came next: a delightful relaxing massage, skilfully applied from his head to his toes and back. Back and front. Remus sighed happily and silently counted his blessings. He did not know what had brought on this pampering but he sure as hell wasn't about to complain. It felt sooooo good!
"The irony of it all," he mumbled, already too dazed to realise he had said it aloud before drifting off to a well deserved sleep.
Severus heard the remark but paid no attention to it. Until he was back in his own quarters and just about to start on a report. The moment he picked up his quill, the sentence flooded through his head again and suddenly he understood. All of it - the stares, the remark, the smiles, Lupin's surprising willingness to accept the deal and the treatment he'd received and… Severus dropped his quill instantly, staring at the parchment in front of him in sheer disbelief and shock. Oh gods, the bloody Gryffindor was in love with him! With him!
And did the Headmaster know? Most likely, yes - that old bastard always seemed to know. Pure hatred rose up inside of him. Hatred and disgust. Directed towards Dumbledore only. Not for Lupin. He could hardly blame the werewolf for what he was feeling, although coming to terms with that new insight was difficult enough (and that was putting it mildly) but if the Headmaster also knew, the man had just crossed the line of acceptable behaviour, as far as he was concerned. He was indeed as evil as the Dark Lord. But at least the Dark Lord never pretended to be anything but evil!
Author: ejab
E-mail: ejab@keyaccess.nl
Pairing: SS/LM with a little SS/RL and SS/DM on the side
Rating: the story is slash and NC-17
Feedback: a true gift and highly appreciated
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling has full ownership of these characters. Damn.
Warnings: nope.
Archive: http://www.livejournal.com/users/ejab62/
Category; all over the place
A/N: underlucius and silentpawz are my betas. All remaining mistakes are all mine.
20/37
Severus recovered remarkably quickly. But the whole affair had changed him. That became all to clear on the last day of his stay at the Manor. Deciding he was well enough, Severus had told his lover the evening before he would leave for the school the following morning.
Having their last breakfast in the guest room together, Severus now was repeatedly looking at the scars on his arms and 'hmpfed'. Again.
"What?" Lucius looked up, sipping on his orange juice. "It will be all right."
"No, it will not," Severus returned coldly.
"Of course it will," Lucius sighed irritated. Now what?
"The outside will, yes," Severus looked at him defiantly.
"Oh, get off it, Sev. We all have our demons." Boredom was starting to rise. Ah, that song again…
"You don't," Severus countered challengingly.
"Ah well, there are always a few exceptions. It's all in the mind, you know."
"Obviously."
This could be an insult. Lucius wasn't sure and eyed his lover with a searching look.
"What's your point, Sev? If there even is one?"
"So much for intelligence. I really have to spell this out for you, don't I?" Severus snarled.
"Please do," his lover drawled imperturbably.
"All this…" Severus shoved his scarred arms under the man's face, "…for just a mere half-blood." Pulling his arms back again, Severus started chewing on a croissant, giving the impression of a relaxed man enjoying his breakfast. But he was very vigilant, not at all sure how Lucius would react to this revelation. He could almost see him process the words and put the pieces together. When the last piece of the puzzle fell on its place, Lucius sat motionless and forgot to breathe for quite some time - all that time staring at him as if he suddenly had turned into a ghost.
"I see you finally get the picture. You certainly took your time." Severus smirked.
"Don't!" Lucius hissed, even paler than usual.
"Don't what?" Severus pushed some more.
"I know what you are trying to do," Lucius spat out the words, nevertheless controlling his rising anger admirably. "Don't start a fight with me, Sev, because I will not grant you one."
"Now why would I want to start a fight?" Feigned innocence.
"Because somewhere in your twisted mind you decided that I would tell the Dark Lord of your betrayal and you could then hate me and not feel hurt when He has you killed? Or maybe you have convinced yourself that I would leave you now?" His educated guesses both seemed to be right, Lucius noticed.
"Would you still want to be with me if I no longer supp - "
Loud screaming prevented Severus from having his question answered as a completely hysterical Narcissa suddenly Apparated into the room and started to incinerate everything in sight with a flame-thrower), yelling things like "FILTHY TRAITOR!" and "DESPICABLE QUEER!"
Luckily Effy managed to Stupefy her before she could do other damage than burn the curtains and a painting.
"You stupid house-elf! You were sup - " Lucius jumped up, wand already in his hand and stormed at the now terrified Effy, whose long ears seemed to try to cover up his own large eyes.
"STOP IT!" Severus demonstrated his recovery by swiftly taking out his own wand and impressively quickly disarmed the other man. "Calm down, you idiot. It is all my fault anyway - I told Effy this morning that the protective wards were no longer required." He picked up Lucius' wand and still held on to it. Just to be sure. "I better go now before your wife manages to throw off the spell. I know from past experiences that this particular spell is not one of Effy's best. Thank you for taking care of me, Lucius."
With those words Severus Apparated out of the Manor. Effy did too. The only difference was their destination. Effy returned to Snape Manor and his Master to Hogwarts. Lucius stayed standing in the room, trying desperately to take it all in.
Severus went straight for Dumbledore, knowing that otherwise the old man would soon invade his privacy in the dungeons. Once opposite the pleasantly surprised Headmaster he simply informed him that he was now well again and would take up teaching the next morning. After that simple announcement he swirled around on his heels and left the office, leaving behind a momentarily dumbfounded Dumbledore staring at a closed door. Something not many people had ever managed to pull off.
The next morning Severus joined his colleagues for breakfast in the Great Hall as if nothing had happened. He had no idea what Dumbledore had told them about his absence but they all greeted him with warm smiles without asking any questions. Only the werewolf looked at him with some concern hidden behind his smile.
"Glad to have you back, sir," Draco quickly stepped up to the head table and greeted his Head of House. "I hope you are feeling well again?"
"Yes, thank you, Draco." Severus nodded curt and gestured him to get back to his seat. Draco, even though he was Lucius' son, had not been informed about what had truly happened. The boy only knew that his Head of House had fallen ill and his father had been looking after him but that was it. As a true Malfoy he was also wise enough to not ask questions. And why should he? He already knew for several years that his father and the potions master were lovers. Neither of them had ever tried to hide that from him. His father had even explained to him years ago that his marriage was an arranged one and that it was considered to be perfectly normal to have a lover on the side. As long as it was done with discretion. And that his father turned out to favour men over women - since he had the same preference, who was he to judge?
Severus ignored his surroundings and concentrated on his food. The only distraction came when an unknown owl landed in front of Lupin with a letter. The werewolf got post? Judging by his reaction, Lupin was equally stunned. He hesitantly removed the letter from the owl, gave it some of his bacon and flipped the envelope over. Because of that action Severus could see the wax seal and recognized it - the Malfoy family crest. What? Lucius? Lucius was sending the werewolf a letter? What on earth for? He curiously watched Lupin open the letter and read it, becoming paler and paler by the second. At the end he was swallowing convulsively, crumbled the letter into his hand, stood up and left the Hall. Intriguing… Severus stared after him thoughtfully, not sure what to think of it.
A few days later he got a pretty good idea what the letter must have been about because the werewolf was avoiding him ever since as if he was carrying the plague. No doubt Lucius had warned him to stay away from Severus. And knowing Lucius, and seeing how Lupin made very sure to stay well out of his way, his lover probably had seen fit to use some kind of magic which would alert him as soon as Lupin came close to Severus. It was almost tempting to show up behind the werewolf's back just to see what would happen, but no - the man had saved his life by finding him in time. Not that he was sure if he was glad to still be alive. It was all so confusing. As everything seemed to be these days.
As time passed by it became clear that Lucius had not betrayed him to the Dark Lord. So far. But he wasn't contacting him either. Was their relationship over? Probably not - why would Lucius otherwise even bother to send Lupin a warning? Then why this silence? It had been almost two months since he'd left the Manor and the silence was getting on his nerves. Highly unusual and extremely unwelcome. Why give the man that much control over how he felt? He decided to fight that the only way he knew how to deal with anything disturbing - by locking himself up even more and studying more fiercely than ever on the new and enhanced Wolfsbane Potion.
Another fortnight passed and suddenly Lucius appeared at his door. Severus had a hard time hiding the relief he felt (such a disturbing feeling!) and invited him in with a nod of his head.
"You look nervous," Lucius stated matter-of-factly, disposing of his gloves but not his cane. Odd, Severus mused. Even more odd that he should notice that little detail.
"It's not exactly soothing to know that one's faith is depending on another man's decision," he mumbled, heading for the chairs by the fireplace.
"Don't you think I would have told him by now if I had the intention to do so?"
"It can be a powerful tool to control someone." As if that thought hadn't crossed Lucius' mind already. He would be very surprised if it hadn't. Hell, he wouldn't even believe otherwise!
"I don't need stupid threats to control you," Lucius said disdainfully, holding out his cane against the other man's chest. "Did I give you permission to sit?"
Severus froze halfway between standing and sitting down. A cold knot inside his stomach seemed to become restless and twisted violently. He stood up again, breathing out slowly while his mouth suddenly became very dry. And why, for Merlin's sake, was he even obeying?
"And I did not give you permission to look at me either." The cane unyieldingly landed on his left cheek-bone. Severus immediately averted his eyes, trying to suppress the shaking of his legs while countless thoughts started racing through his head.
Lucius calmly sat down in one of the chairs and sighed. "Resisting, aren't you? Mmm, can't have that. Undress yourself, Severus."
Severus? Oh Circe - Lucius calling him by his full name never was a good sign and always meant trouble. Compose yourself and walk away! Just walk away and let him play his sick games with someone else this time! Go! Don't be such a weak fool! Just go!
"NOW!" A sharp blow on his right kneecap almost made Severus buckle and fall but he managed to stay on his feet. His trembling fingers started to open the many buttons on his shirt, while he cursed himself for his loathing weakness and obedience. Giving Lucius that much power was wrong, such a stupid thing to do. So why didn't he stop?
"Perfect," Lucius stared appreciatively at his now naked lover in front of him. Severus stood motionless, keeping his eyes on the other man's black boots. Thinking soon became impossible when the head of the cane gently touched his left shoulder. His brain seemed to shut down completely the moment his skin came in contact with the cold metal. His senses took over and focused on the head of that cursed cane, teasingly slowly creeping over his chest, nipples, stomach, hips and legs. But never over his genitals. It was disturbing. He groaned disappointed and tried moving his hips ever so slightly, trying to coax the cane into touching this particular area. The movement was immediately trounced with a short, sharp blow on his rising cock. The potions master growled in pain and did not move again. The sick bastard!
"You really thought I would betray you or even leave you, didn't you?" Lucius rose from his chair and walked to the back of his lover. He tsk-ed. And let his cane come down hard on the left buttocks of the man in front of him. The reaction was panting breath but no movement. Good.
"I couldn't do that and do you know why not?" His hand gently caressed the red welt that was starting to appear on the assaulted buttock. "Because you need me. Don't you, Severus? Mmm?" He bent forward and whispered in his lover's ear, "You need me to take care of you, to protect you, to harbour you, to possess you…" a seducing little nip on the man's shoulder, ".. to break you…" He had hardly finished his last word or Lucius smashed his cane on the other buttocks and was rewarded with a visible shiver and a soft moan. Oh yes, his dark angel was such a fine plaything.
"Because once in a while, just occasionally, you need to be broken, don't you?" His lips now touched the other ear before his teeth nibbled their way down to that shoulder and bit down. Hard. Severus wasn't able to control himself and a yelp escaped his lips.
"That was not a wise thing to do, my pet." Lucius chuckled viciously, stepped back, aimed and hit his lover with his cane right at the back of his knees. Severus lost control over his body; his legs collapsed from under him and with a howl of pain his kneecaps hit the stone floor and absorbed the weight they suddenly had to hold. Lucius walked around, enjoying the sight of the now severely shivering body, while scraping his fingers over the vertebral column that was so beautifully exposed. He slowly sat down on the chair again and tsk-ed once more.
"Still resisting, still not willing to give over." In an almost dreamingly fashion one of his hand cupped the potion masters chin and forced him to look up to him. "Am I asking too much, Severus? Mmm? Am I? Just let me rule you. That's all I am asking. Is that too much for you?"
Severus looked at his lover as if hypnotised and closed his eyes for a moment. Yes, Lucius was right. This was what he wanted. Needed. To be broken. Completely. Every cell in his body and mind yearned for it so desperately. That was what had caused all his restlessness lately; the need to be owned, to be taken over relentlessly. To be able to let go. To finally be able to let go. Of everything. Just so he could escape into becoming nothing for a while. Not having to think, decide or take responsibility. Nothing. Just be. Just breathe and feel. Be. And Lucius was the only one who could give that to him. Was willing to give him that and even enjoy it himself.
"Please… break me…" he whispered, not even attempting to conceal the desperate begging tone in his own voice.
"I haven't decided yet. In the meantime, I suggest you make yourself useful." Without breaking eye contact, Lucius zipped open his own trousers and got his already semi-hard cock out. "Suck. No hands and stay on all fours."
Severus needed no more encouragement. His mouth eagerly engulfed the head of his lover's cock, then his tongue started to slowly swirl to the base of the cock where he carefully nibbled on the balls one by one, before taking them in his mouth and gently biting down on them. He was rewarded by a gasp and a hiss. After biting down a second time his teeth grazed all the way back up to the head of the cock again. Slowly he let his mouth close over that delicious cock and took him in as far as he could. Then he swallowed. "Yesssss," Lucius bucked his hips and seemed to try and push his cock even further in. Which was absolutely not possible since he was already engulfed to the root. Severus took pride in his reputation as an exceptionally skilled deep throater
and repeated the process, even managing to involve his tongue, determined to let Lucius come. His lover made some hitched guttural noises but then pushed him away, taking over control again.
"No, you don't, Severus. Behave," Lucius smiled, recognizing the intention all too well. "I have other plans - come and sit on my lap like a nice obedient lapdog, will you?"
The word 'lapdog' almost broke the enchantment for Severus as a picture of the deeply hated Sirius Black flashed before his eyes. It certainly had a direct result on his own erection which was now quickly fading.
"Ah, I see I struck a nerve here. " Lucius swiftly distracted the thoughts of his lover by pulling him up and kissing him fiercely. It worked. "Ride me."
He broke the kiss, grabbed his lover by his hips and without giving the man time to prepare properly, thrusting hard. Severus bit down on his bottom lip to prevent himself from protesting and did as was requested of him. His own cock started to harden again. A fact that Lucius choose to absolutely ignore, much to his growing frustration. An attempt to take care of it himself immediately got punished by sharp nails digging in his balls. Damn that man!
By keeping hold of the other man's hips and thrusting up mercilessly, Lucius controlled every little detail and it wasn't long before he came, thrusting wildly and screaming loud. Severus watched as his lover threw his head back, his eyes closed, mouth half open and cheeks flushed, coming violently. He was so beautiful to watch, looking that debauched…
"Get off!" The moment Lucius had regained his composure, he roughly shoved a stunned Severus off his lap and onto the floor.
"What the - ?"
"Already forgotten your place, Severus?" Straightening his clothes again, Lucius stood up and smiled down maliciously. "I did not give you permission to speak, remember? For that, you must be punished so I will not break you. Goodnight, Severus."
Lucius left.
Severus got up, staring at the closing door in utter disbelief. He left! The bastard had just left! He had the nerve to ju - ah! Reality seemed to kick in all of the sudden. Damn! The evil bastard never had had the intention to break him tonight! It had been part of his twisted game to let him think he would get what he so desperately yearned for but Lucius would not have given it to him tonight, no matter what. Such a twisted mind, such a twisted, sick, beautiful mind!
Severus could almost laugh about it. Almost. The increased yearning, now becoming a real burden, and his painful hard-on prevented him from doing so. That last condition was something he could deal with himself and at once. Stepping into the shower, that was exactly what he did. Gods, that man was evil. He almost had to admire him for this one. Lucius really had him completely fooled. The only problem was that he now indeed desperately wanted to be broken. Talk about torture!
But if Lucius could play with his deepest desires and needs and use his vulnerability - the least he could do was return the 'favour'. Get the man at his weak spot and break him in turn. Really break him. Fortunately he just happened to know what that weak spot was. Or better: who it was.
21/37
It all started with compliments in class. On top of his best marks ever, Draco on several occasions was addressed as 'highly skilful' and 'exceptionally talented'. Lately he seemed to earn his House points for merely existing or turning up in Potions classes. It all added to his already high status amongst his fellow Slytherins. It also made the Gryffindors extremely irritated and hesitant to go to the dungeons for their shared classes. Nowadays merely looking at Draco already seemed to give Snape an excuse to deduct points from Gryffindor for 'inadmissible intimidation'. Protests were immediately punished with more points deducted.
Then the potions master surprised Draco by telling him that he certainly could do with an assistant. Would the young Malfoy perhaps be interested?
"If you prove yourself worthy, I may even consider offering you an apprenticeship. Unless you already have other plans after leaving Hogwarts?"
No, Draco had no other plans. Hell, he had not even given it much thought up to now, always assuming his father to make that decision for him. Becoming as assistant to an already legendary potions master - how could that be wrong? Not to mention the status it would give him! No doubt his father would be proud.
"You are not to tell anyone of this conversation," Severus burst his bubble sternly. "You first have to prove yourself a worthy assistant because I only take the best of the best. It will also include extra hours of studying under my supervision. Are you willing to do so?"
Of course he was willing! It was a change of a lifetime! Private tutoring from the best potions master around and the prospect of an apprenticeship? Oh yes, he was very willing!
They agreed on a probationary period of 3 months. That would give the potions master enough to see if Draco had what it took.
So Severus set up a program - Draco would help him whenever the potions master felt the need for an extra pair of hands and studying took place every Tuesday and Thursday evening for two hours straight.
Draco soon learned that his Head of House took their probationary period very seriously. And Snape as a private tutor was even more demanding than as a teacher in class. He had thought that to not be possible but yet it was. The man was relentless in his expectations and had no toleration whatsoever for even the slightest mistake or sloppy work. Dissecting toads too hastily was rewarded with having to clean out fifty cauldrons without any use of magic. Squashing beetles without being able to prevent some nasty little bits from escaping his chopping board and flying around the classroom got him scrubbing every toilet in the entire school. On Saturday. When everyone could witness it. It was the worst humiliation ever and a day he wished someone would Obliviate from his mind. And yes, his prestige did suffer a bit but he bravely held his head up high, knowing he would have the last laugh. Just 5 more weeks and he could tell all those bloody idiots to stuff it.
The humiliation had served its purpose though. He quickly became very, very secure and thorough in his working. Not that Snape gave him compliments. As soon as he had agreed to be his assistant, the man had stopped giving him compliments for some odd reason only known to himself. He slowly just stopped handing out detentions. And three weeks ago week the potions master had surprised him by offering to drink tea together before sending Draco back to his dorm. Two weeks ago they had also started with drinking tea. Last week he was surprisingly dressed in a much more casual style; in just black pants and a white shirt. It made him look less forbidden and far more human. It also confused Draco a lot more than he would be willing to admit. A somewhat relaxed Severus Snape was a rather enticing Severus Snape, he noticed. The way the man enjoyed his tea, closing his eyes for a second with every sip he took, his calm and almost lazy movements when not working, the rare smile that started to appear once in a while… and tonight the potions master had even told Draco about some pranks he and his father had played on other students. Mainly Gryffindors, of course. They'd managed to get quite a reputation because of that. It was fun to hear his Head of House speak about those events, also because his own father hardly ever shared his memories with his son.
And the confusion didn't stop there. At the beginning of this week Snape had said he could call him Severus. But only in private. And now the man sat opposite him and smiled.
"What? Have I made a stupid mistake?" It unnerved Draco a bit, although he tried to pretend it didn't.
"No… I merely noticed… has anyone ever told you how much you look like your father when he was your age?" Severus kept smiling. "The same grace, the same beautiful face. Exactly those features attracted me to him. No doubt you are quite popular. Are you?"
"I am a Malfoy, of course I am," Draco snorted. Had the man really just been drinking tea or something stronger?
"And the same attitude, I see," Severus chuckled, bending forward. "Do you have a girlfriend? Or a boyfriend perhaps?"
"Have you seen the girls at this school, si-Severus?" Draco looked like he smelt something revolting, in the back of his head not believing they were having this conversation.
"Indeed." Severus refilled their cups with tea again. "So - do you have a boyfriend?"
What was this? 'The' talk? It was rather late for that, wasn't it? And shouldn't his father be the one to have that particular conversation with him anyway?
"Not really… just the occasional um… you know." He would not go into details, not even for his Head of House. That would be too embarrassing!
"I understand." Severus stretched his long legs and drank some of his tea.
"Forgive me for asking, Severus, but why do you want to know this? Has my father…?" Draco decided to be bolt and straightened his back. 'Always keep in control', his father always said. So he'd better take over the questioning.
"Your father has nothing to do with this," Severus smiled again. "Let's just say I understand the pressure of being a Malfoy. People will always expect you to do better, know better than others. Even when it comes to sex. Do you never feel the pressure? The unspoken expectations?"
"Oh yes, I do." Draco sighed, letting his guard down some more. It seemed that finally someone did understand the constant pressure he was always under. And that it turned out to be his Head of House, well… the man had his father as a lover so he would be the one to know, right? "Yes, they always expect me to be this wonderful lover. They always think that I know what to do and…" He had said too much. Way too much! Blushing fiercely, Draco pressed his lips firmly together and studied his hands.
"There's absolutely nothing wrong with still being a virgin, Draco," Severus just guessed but judging by the increasing redness of the boy's cheeks, his guess had been accurate. Wonderful, that would make it all so much easier! Now in for the kill. "Just make sure you pick the right person to loose your virginity to and not just some boy who only wants to be able to spread the word he has deflowered a Malfoy. Because there are a lot of those around. And also make sure it will be someone who treats you kindly and is willing to make it a wonderful experience for you. You never forget your first time so better make bloody sure it's a great time."
"When you and my father um… were you…?"
"Your father took my virginity, yes. As you well know, your father is several years older than I, so by the time I was ready, he already had quite some experience. And I have never regretted a second of it, it still is a very cherished memory," Severus smiled warmly, closing his eyes for a minute, as if he tried to recreate the experience.
Draco stared at him for a minute while his brain worked at high speed. Snape was very experienced. He would also be kind to him. Discreet also. And he was also enticing, in his own unique way.
Suddenly he just knew that he wanted Snape to be the one. That realisation alone was enough to make him half-hard instantly. To be able to finally have sex, real sex! Not just some groping and clumsy blow jobs, but real sex! And with such an experienced partner! The way that man could undoubtedly make him feel! Merlin, just thinking about it almost made him come!
"Sir? Eh - Severus? Could you… would you be willing to… teach me?" There. He'd asked it.
"That is a somewhat…unusual request, wouldn't you say? After all I am your teacher and Head of House. Can you imagine the consequences that it could have for both of us?" Severus eyed him sternly.
"I wouldn't tell anyone! Honest! I'd rather die!" Draco knew he sounded pathetic but couldn't care less. So close to finally having sex and today of all days the man suddenly revealed morals?! Fuck morals! He wanted sex, sex and sex!
"Please calm down, Draco. Merlin, adolescents, hormones and a clear mind working together is too much to hope for." Severus sighed for the right dramatical effect, "You are aware of the real possible consequences if this is ever to be found out, I hope? I would lose my job and my reputation and we both probably would lose our lives if your father ever found out - he does not like to share and is extremely possessive when it comes to me."
'If this is ever to be found out'. That was what Snape had just said. He had not said 'no'! "You could Obliviate me afterwards?" Draco tried, almost begging by now.
"And deprive you of the memory of your first time? That hardly seems fair, now does it?"
"Please?" Draco did not know what to say or how to convince his teacher. Of course he could make promises of some kind but he wasn't that stupid! That his father had taught him well - never run into debt, never owe someone a debt, no matter what. Never. Full Stop.
"You do fully understand the dangers involved here?" Severus gave him a deadly glare.
"Yes, si - Severus,"
"Very well. I will see you next Tuesday, as usual." Severus gestured him to go.
"Sir?" Draco didn't understand and looked at him confused, without moving.
"If you promise to make up for it during your own time, one hour of study will be sufficient Tuesday. Dismissed."
One hour? That - ah! Draco felt a huge smile creeping up upon his face. He understood.
"Absolutely." The younger Malfoy bade farewell to his potions master and left hastily.
Severus swapped his tea for a brandy and sat down again. Poor boy...he chuckled and shook his head. Lucius had taught him well enough for the boy to not be so stupid as to lower himself and make humiliating promises but he still had been totally blind and went straight for the bait.
So easy to manipulate. So not in control of his body. A disgrace for everything the Malfoy's stood for, really. And he would get hurt because of that. Not killed - he knew exactly how to play Draco to prevent Lucius from killing his only son and heir, but the boy would get hurt all the same. Ah well, good lessons always came with a prize. And if Draco so desperately wanted to be part of the adult world, he'd better learn the rules quickly.
22/37
Time seemed to stand still. It took forever to become Tuesday again. But when it finally was, Draco found himself extremely nervous and exhilarated at the same time. Since leaving the dungeons last Thursday evening, all he had done was fantasizing and probably broken the record for dirty underpants and sheets in the process. Knowing he would finally get some real action seemed to have increased his libido to unprecedented heights. Now, at last, he would get what he so desperately yearned for.
His impatience brought him to the dungeons fifteen minutes early. Something that did not escape Severus' attention. He made no comment however and simply led the the young Malfoy to his private chambers where they enjoyed their usual cup of tea together. Draco couldn't help but look at his Head of House in a totally new way now. He no longer saw his potions master and The Terror of Hogwarts - he saw fingers that would soon touch and caress him, lips that would touch his, clothing that covered warm skin… So close and still so far away! If he could have it his way, he would just jump on the man right here and now but knowing Snape, that would not be tolerated. To begin with.
Half an hour later they were in the classroom. Severus had given Draco his assignment and was grading the content of vials students of his latest class had left behind. Apparently their work had been rather poor because he snorted and sighed a lot. Draco eyed him regularly and slowly started to wonder if his teacher perhaps had forgotten about their 'deal' - he was completely absorbed in his work and gave no hint or sign that confirmed their agreement. No attempt to any kind of foreplay whatsoever - not a look, a casual touch or smile. Nothing! It did disturb and disappoint Draco a bit but even he did not have the courage to ask questions or take the initiative.
"It would be wise to check your list of ingredients again, Draco. I do not recall the need for human skin or blood in that particular potion." The young Slytherin was startled out of his reflections by the familiar baritone. He quickly looked down on his chopping board. Damn, he had cut his thumb and managed to slice some skin off! Draco immediately let go of his knife and looked around for something to put on the bleeding thumb. Wait, his handkerchief!
"You'll live," Severus was next to him in a minute and examined the minor cut in an almost bored fashion. Only to then bringing the thumb to his lips and slowly licking of the blood. Draco was instantly lost for words. All he could do was watch that tongue swirl around his thumb seductively. He felt his cheeks blush the moment his potions master opened his mouth and closed it around his thumb, sucking lightly while his tongue continued to play around his now painfully throbbing thumb. Somehow his thumb immediately seemed to be connected with his cock as it started to twitch quite happily at the same time. He just managed to bit back a moan.
Without realising it, Draco had now opened his own mouth too. His eyes were completely fixed on that wicked mouth and the promises it seemed to make.
"Gaping isn't exactly beneficial to making an intelligent impression, Mr Malfoy." Severus let go of the thumb and gave his student a disapproving look.
"Fuck intelligence," Draco snapped. Only to realise who he was talking to. "I… I apologise, sir. I just… I wasn't thinking…"
"Yes, so I noticed, " Severus smirked. He raised his eyebrow. "Will your brain start working any time soon?"
"I seriously doubt that, sir," Draco confessed, grinning sheepishly and blushing more fiercely.
"Better get you away from this potentially dangerous environment then…" Severus looked around to make sure if it was safe to leave everything the way it was. "Follow me."
Draco just nodded, not trusting his voice any more, and followed his Head of House back to his private quarters.
As soon as he had closed the door, Severus turned around to his pupil again.
"You do realise that this means more private studying, I assume?"
"Yes, s-Severus." Did Snape mean what he thought he meant?
"Don't think I am letting you get away with such reckless behaviour, Mr Malfoy. Being distracted that easily is not something I am willing to tolerate," Severus whispered in the boy's ear, stroking Draco's jawline with two fingers.
"I… I understand," Draco muttered, his senses totally focused on those fingers.
"Good. Just let me think about the proper punishment for a moment." Warm lips very gently kissed his earlobe and then made their way to the boy's own warm lips. Draco felt a tongue licking his bottom lip before it slipped between his lips. Without hesitation the young Malfoy opened his mouth, giving full access. Severus took the invitation and let his tongue explore Draco's mouth, touching his teeth, palate and tongue in a slow and very relaxing way.
For a short moment Draco felt a bit intimidated, but then decided he was a Malfoy after all and kissing was something he already had done numerous times and was pretty good at so there really was no need for restraint. He joined in with great enthusiasm. A decision his potions master obviously approved of because the kissing immediately became more demanding and intense.
Hands started to caress his back and buttocks over his robes and Draco moaned softly. It also made him come up for air sooner then he would have liked. The wicked lips of his Head of House did not wait for him to come back to his again but instead trailed downwards to that very sensitive spot near his collarbone and started sucking. That caused Draco to moan loudly and shiver. Oh Merlin, that made him feel so incredibly horny - he would never be able to last long!
"So responsive… I love that," the voice of his potions master washed over him and that was enough for Draco to simply give up holding back altogether and moan even harder when one hand slid under his clothes and caressed his back while another hand stroked over his already painfully hard cock teasingly short, still caught in his pants.
"Please, free me… it hurts," he managed to speak before growling like an animal the moment
Severus did as requested and firmly squeezed his hard cock. Draco immediately begged for more and more, pushing his throbbing cock determined into that warm skilled hand. He didn't care if he was impudent or exacting, he just wanted release. Now!
"Ah, you youngsters…always so impatient," Severus chuckled but gave him what he needed anyway. It only took a few jerks more and Draco came with a loud groan, spilling his warm seed into his teachers hand. For a moment neither of them moved.
"Sorry," Draco mumbled, not looking anywhere near sorry, after getting his breath back. "I'm sorry… I made a mess… let me - "
"No need." Severus imperturbably spelled his hand clean. "Let's get somewhat more comfortable before we proceed, shall we?" He gestured Draco to follow him into his bedroom.
Curious as anyone would be, Draco looked around and found that the bedroom suited the man. Just perfect: a large four-poster bed in the middle of the room, a small table on the left side with on it a few books on (big surprise there) potions, two small vials with purple liquid, a wardrobe which looked suspiciously similar to that antique, priceless oak wardrobe that used to be in his mothers bedroom before it mysteriously vanished (which had made his mother extremely furious since Lucius nor the house-elves could not give her a good explanation as to what had happened to it), a small fireplace flaming up the moment they entered the room and lastly a chair right in front of that fireplace - it was all sufficient and stripped down to the pure essentials. Not exactly cosy but the warm champagne colour on the wall and the green bedding made it quite tranquil.
"Just relax, Draco. Relax and enjoy the experience." Severus appeared into his vision, apparently
mistaking his silence for nerves, and stroked his back.
"No, it's okay. I'm okay," Draco smiled, walked towards the bed and sat down on the edge. "I'm more curious than nervous, really. Can I ask you something?"
"Of course." Severus remained standing in front of him, his face stoic.
"Can I touch you too? I mean… I would like to… if it's okay with you?"
"This isn't about me, Draco. This is all about you." Severus now smiled and gently caressed the boy's lips with a finger.
"I know but I still want to touch you too. Please?" Draco tilted his head a bit and grinned wickedly. "You can assess my skills afterwards."
"You feel rather confident about yourself, don't you?"
"Hey, I may be a virgin but that doesn't mean I am completely inexperienced. Besides, the next time I see you again will be in front of the class and it would be so fu- eh, gratifying to know that I could make you scream."
"You made me scream?" For a moment Severus looked at his pupil in sheer disbelief. Then he burst out into laughter. "Ah yes, the Malfoy bravado. How could I forget."
Still chuckling, Severus returned the wicked grin accompanied with glinting eyes and Draco understood - the challenge was accepted. Oh boy, now he actually had to do it…
Determined and with a proud look he stood up and kissed his teacher on the lips before undressing him, kissing every piece of flesh that got exposed. Severus copied every one of his moves, which he thought was weird at first but soon found it to be rather erotic.
Once naked they lay down on the bed. Draco started to explore his teacher's body with great care and precision, kissing him on the chest and then licking and sucking his nipples. It got him a little gasp. Hardly noticeable but still a gasp. That encouraged Draco and determinedly his mouth slid down, all the while caressing the man's body anywhere he could with both hands. He tongued Snape's navel, was rewarded with a surprised soft moan and went further down until he was at his destiny. Apparently he had not been doing a bad job because he was greeted by a hard cock, begging for attention. So Draco gave it exactly that. He licked and sucked every inch of the sensitive flesh and played with the balls as good as he knew how. Which seemed to be pretty good if the gasps and moans were anything to go by.
"I think it is my turn now." Two strong hands suddenly pulled him back up and the next thing Draco knew was that he was under attack. It certainly felt that way. It was as if his whole body got snowed under by lips, tongue, teeth, fingers and hands all at the same time and everywhere - fast and devouring. It took a disturbing short time before he was whimpering and begging and whining. What Snape could do with his lips! He never knew those things were even possible, let alone exist! It also made him extremely aware of his own inexperience. Obviously he indeed had a lot to learn!
"Sshh, relax." One finger in his arse had been nice. Two started to get a bit weird but three were just damn painful! Feeling the painful intrusion, Draco could not help but whimper softly and open his eyes in distress. His teacher was looking down on him intently and started to distract his attention by kissing him fiercely. It worked. A bit.
"Relax, Draco. I need to prepare you," Severus murmured, sliding down his body and engulfed his leaking cock with his expertise mouth. Now that did totally distract him pretty soon. "Are you ready?" Severus came up and kissed him on the lips again. Draco just nodded. A pillow was summoned and placed under his buttocks. Lubricant followed next and slowly he was prepared again, but now with cold slick fingers. It started to feel good. Very good. Especially when his prostate was found and hit.
"Oh Merlin… do that again…" Draco looked up in complete awe. He had never felt this good!
"Oh, I will…" Severus promised him, while spreading the lube on his own cock. "Ready?"
Draco nodded again and felt a blunt head pressing against his anus. Oh man, how could that ever fit?
Sensing the boy's nerves, Severus distracted him again by stroking Draco's cock while he carefully and slowly pressed forward and inward inch by delicious inch.
"Oh, ah, it's.. ah!" Draco's voice betrayed disbelief and well as some discomfort.
"Allow yourself some time to adjust to the sensation. Does it hurt too much?"
"No…it's… I'm fine, it just feels… weird…oh! Oh yes, do that again!" Clutching to the shoulders of his potions master, Draco tried lifting his hips a bit in hopes of recreating that feeling again.
Severus moved again. Slowly in and out, increasing the speed and firmness of the strokes with every encouraging moan or hiss. He had to give Draco credit for not acting like a scared fragile virgin but wanting to feel everything and daring to take the plunge. Yes, the boy was nervous but scared? Not even close! Even when he started to set a rather demanding pace,
driven by his own now hunger. Draco was able and willing to adjust and even enjoy it.
But he didn't last long. Not as long as he would have wanted too. This tight warm arse was just too good, too fucking good. He hold out as long as he could but soon Severus just had to let go and came, totally missing the moment Draco came, holding on to him and calling his name.
"That was… wow…" Draco wanted to cuddle. Severus most certainly did not. Draco won and crawled close to his teacher. He sighed happily.
"Did I hurt you?" Severus somewhat absent-mindedly stroked his back, staring at the ceiling.
"Not much. Can we do it again someday? Please?" Draco asked.
"We'll see, Draco, we'll see. You better get back to your dorm now." Severus coaxed him into sitting up without Draco noticing it. And by the time he did, he was already dressed and standing at the door.
"Thank you for…"
"Go, Draco. You already are beyond curfew as it is." Severus smiled faintly, gave the boy a last kiss and manoeuvred him away. He sighed once the door was closed again and immediately poured himself a large brandy before sitting down in front of the fireplace in his living room.
A virgin. Untouched. Oh joy.
He really was getting a bit cynical these days, wasn't he?
23/37
"How is the potion going, Severus? Any progress at all?" Dumbledore looked worried. Severus was. After all those months there was still no breakthrough and frankly he was at a complete loss. Again. Not that he would ever admit that, of course.
"None to speak of," Severus sighed. "As I said before - it is extremely hard to make."
"Ah, but you'll succeed in the end, my dear boy," the Headmaster gave him a disturbing cheery smile and shifted more to the edge of the seat. "I was thinking… maybe it would help if you were to watch Remus transform?"
"You want me to what?!" Severus' mouth dropped. He could not have heard that correctly.
"Now, now, Severus, calm down. Think about it; you can monitor his changes first hand and possibly find clues t-"
"He can rapport back to me after his transformation," Severus snapped.
"But you may miss vital information. Remus isn't exactly capable of keeping notes on his
findings when he is transforming."
"Don't remind me," Severus growled, shaking his head. "I am not staying in the same room as a werewolf, thank you very much. Pitiful as it is, I value my life too much for that."
"No confidence in your own potions, Severus?" Again that bloody smile. Always a bad thing.
"Of course I have!" The nerve of the Headmaster to even implicate such a thing!
"So what's the problem? Just think of him as a big friendly dog and all will go well. You'll see."
That conversation had taken place the day after Severus had deflowered Draco. And ever since then he was extremely tense and short-tempered, even during his private sessions with Draco. The young Malfoy had looked forward to his next session again but was disillusioned afterwards - his Head of House had been cold, distant and very absent-minded. Seeing the hurt look in his pupil's eyes Severus had curtly ensured Draco it had nothing to do with 'their last encounter' but that he was overwhelmed with 'challenging work'. Then an house-elf had brought mail. And after reading the parchment, which had his father's seal on it, Snape was even more distracted and shortly after dismissed Draco until further notice. Draco had left. Reluctantly and very disappointed. Severus noticed the boy's attitude but did not want to deal with it. He had enough troubles of his own.
Sitting in his chair he read the parchment over again. It was short and to the point. "My dear Sev, Of course I understand. I will never stand in the way of your chance at getting the acknowledgement you deserve as a Grandmaster of Potions. Hereby consider the curse on Lupin lifted. Do not disappoint me. Yours, Lucius."
Damn. He had just run out of excuses.
With a reluctance that matched Draco's earlier, Severus informed the Headmaster he was ready.
And was told, with loathing cheerfulness, that Remus' transformation would take place on Thursday evening. Which meant he had only three days to mentally prepare himself. And why was Dumbledore gloating so much? Really, that man was as evil as the Dark Lord - a cunning old bastard was what he was! All warm and friendly and sickly paternal on the outside but underneath it all the Headmaster was always calculating and manipulating. A true Slytherin at heart. And somehow Severus could not lose the feeling that he was, again, being manipulated.
Thursday evening Severus went to Lupin's rooms, thinking about how strangely Lupin had acted ever since he had been told of this next step. Lupin had of course immediately understood that Lucius had lifted the curse but still remained at a respectable distance. That did not bother Severus in the least. It was the way the werewolf had started to look, no, to stare, at him. He had caught the werewolf staring at him on more than one occasion and every time their eyes had met, Lupin gave him an almost melancholic smile before averting his eyes.
"I will not hurt you, Severus," Remus spoke softly, the moment Severus entered his room. Severus frowned, seeing Lupin standing on the other end of the room, covered only in his old shabby robes. The man was already looking quite restless. And… nervous? Or insecure?
"You can not guarantee me that. You won't be yourself in another hour or so," Severus countered, definitely nervous and staying very close to the door. He definitely did not want to be here! What had Dumbledore been thinking?
"Hour?" Remus smiled sadly. "I don't think so. It's already starting. I can feel it - my senses - I can smell your fear."
Severus swallowed nervously, forcing himself to look closer. Yes, Lupin was already trembling and his face showed deepening lines that represented suppressed pain. Suddenly he seemed so much older. Older and tired. Very tired.
A convulsion ran through Remus' body and his face grimaced in pain. Another convulsion, more violent this time. Remus closed his eyes and moaned. After opening his eyes again, he looked at Severus with an almost apologizing look. "I know you are scared and I'm sorry the Headmaster made you witness this. Believe me, I'd rather-" a hoarse cry of pain escaped Remus as he was struck with another convulsion which made him almost collapse. It left him gasping from pain for a moment, "… spare you."
Severus was about to make a nasty remark but couldn't. Not when the next convulsion made Lupin fall to his knees and grab his head, shaking it and again cry in pain. Convulsion after convulsion followed and they seemed to get alarmingly worse each time. It didn't take Remus long to lose control completely and scream and howl in pain constantly while tears ran down his face. A face now horribly distorted in all-consuming pain. Clearly no longer aware of another man's presence he started crawling over the floor, screaming himself hoarse from the blinding pain, pulling and clawing at his hair and head and even trying to bite his own hands. Anything to stop the pain!
Severus desperately wanted to move furniture to prevent Lupin from bumping into it and hurting himself even more but he just could not move. Didn't dare to.
Slowly the screaming started to sound more like howling. Then it all stopped.
Lupin just layed there, now stiff and motionless. Then his limbs started to tremble and he began to growl and grumble. The sounds sent shivers down Severus' spine as he stood there frozen, eyes big in fear. He watched with horror as Lupin's head became flatter and longer, as did his body. His shoulders crooked and hair appeared on his face and hands. Severus gulped, almost hyperventilating, and saw the hands change into ferocious claws. Oh Merlin, oh dear Merlin…
Terrified beyond rational thought, Severus clenched his hand around the wand he had pulled out of his robe, not daring to move. He watched the grey wolf, that had been Lupin, eyeing him curiously. Then it got on all fours, put its nose in the air and sniffed, tilting its head as if wondering what this other creature was. Slowly the wolf walked towards the human being. Severus gulped again, raising his wand as slow and inconspicuously as possible. Damn Dumbledore! Damn that stupid - a rough tongue licked his hand. What? Barely able to belief what he was seeing, Severus blinked and watched the wolf lick his hand a second time before it walked to the mattress on which it turned and turned until the exact right spot was found and the wolf laid down, sighing contentedly, closing its eyes and soon drifted off to sleep.
Severus stared in utter disbelief. That bloody wolf was sleeping! Here he was, scared as hell and expecting to be torn to pieces, and that bloody wolf was taking a nap!
Well, okay, at least he could stop shaking now. Slowly releasing a breath he had been holding, Severus loosened his grip on his wand. And soon slid down against the wall until he was sitting. On a cold stone floor. While the werewolf was laying on a soft, warm mattress. Life was so unfair.
Severus woke up with his back still firmly against the wall. It felt cold, stiff and painful from leaning against the cold hard stones but surprisingly enough his legs felt nice and warm. Puzzled he looked down and gasped at the sight that caught his eyes - a very naked Lupin, curled up over his legs, his head on his abdomen. Asleep. Severus held his breath for a moment, then slowly exhaled and let his eyes roam over the body of the man beneath him. So many scars everywhere - some clearly from ripping out flesh, others from scratching and biting. There was hardly undamaged skin to be found. He had seen them before, yes, but somehow they made a far bigger impression this time. After seeing the transformation with his own eyes, he only now was somewhat able to understand the amount of pain, despair, self-loathing and hell they represented.
Gods, and he thought he was scarred? The physical pain alone Lupin had to go through each month had to be inconceivable, not to mention what it did to his muscles, tissues, nerves and tendons. The man surely would not get very old. And then he wasn't even taking into consideration what it meant for his mental health yet. His admiration for Lupin increased quite considerably. He was not sure if he himself would have been able to cope with such a burden every month of every year he was living.
An inquiring sound made Severus focus on the present again as Lupin moved a bit and yawned.
"Seems the wolf longed for company… " a drowsy voice rose up from the human form.
"Yes, well, at least my legs were kept warm," Severus mumbled.
"Sorry, I'll get off." Remus agonisingly slowly started to move sideways laboriously.
"What precisely do you think you are doing, Lupin?"
"What does it look like? I'm crawling off of you," came the strained reply. "Can't exactly walk yet, you know."
"So it seems. Lay still and I'll push you off." Severus did just that, stood up and straightened his legs. Ah yes, that felt so much better. Then he looked down again. "Well, can't leave you laying on a cold stone floor. Guess I'll-"
"A bath. Can you please fill the bath with warm water? I'll manage from there on, I promise." His colleague have him an almost beseeching look accompanied with a shy smile.
"Eh… yes, of course," Severus nodded curt and disappeared into the bathroom. A few minutes later he came back and, after some hesitation, picked Lupin up and carried him towards the filled bath and lowered him gently.
"Oh yes, so much better," Remus closed his eyes, enjoying the warmth of the water soothing his cramped muscles and body. "Thank you." Severus nodded and left the bathroom. Remus was vaguely aware of the sound of a closing door before he shut his eyes again and gave himself over to the healing warmth once more.
"Any more soaking and you'll have no skin left. Out." Severus appeared in front of him once more. Hadn't he just left? He frowned in astonishment.
"You dozed off. Now out," Severus pulled the plug out of the tub and determinedly picked him up and carried Remus to his bed. "Now drink this. It will help to somewhat ease and restore the damage done to your muscles and other parts of your anatomy. And why have you never a requested a Healing Potion from me before?"
Remus obeyed slightly taken aback, noticing more vials on a chair nearby. Severus obviously had been to his chambers to collect some potions. That did not, however, give the man the right to stand there like that and act as if he was giving one of his students a reprimand.
"You are already overworked as it is and besides, you d-"
"Oh, stuff it, you annoyingly self-sacrificing Gryffindor." Severus snatched the now empty vial away impatiently, gave Lupin a second one to drink and then pushed him down onto the bed firmly. "Just shut up and lay still." His harsh sounding words were a shrill contrast to what came next: a delightful relaxing massage, skilfully applied from his head to his toes and back. Back and front. Remus sighed happily and silently counted his blessings. He did not know what had brought on this pampering but he sure as hell wasn't about to complain. It felt sooooo good!
"The irony of it all," he mumbled, already too dazed to realise he had said it aloud before drifting off to a well deserved sleep.
Severus heard the remark but paid no attention to it. Until he was back in his own quarters and just about to start on a report. The moment he picked up his quill, the sentence flooded through his head again and suddenly he understood. All of it - the stares, the remark, the smiles, Lupin's surprising willingness to accept the deal and the treatment he'd received and… Severus dropped his quill instantly, staring at the parchment in front of him in sheer disbelief and shock. Oh gods, the bloody Gryffindor was in love with him! With him!
And did the Headmaster know? Most likely, yes - that old bastard always seemed to know. Pure hatred rose up inside of him. Hatred and disgust. Directed towards Dumbledore only. Not for Lupin. He could hardly blame the werewolf for what he was feeling, although coming to terms with that new insight was difficult enough (and that was putting it mildly) but if the Headmaster also knew, the man had just crossed the line of acceptable behaviour, as far as he was concerned. He was indeed as evil as the Dark Lord. But at least the Dark Lord never pretended to be anything but evil!
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