The fool
that Severus Snape was had thought, when Lucius Malfoy had stopped in the
middle of sex to put a blindfold on Snape, it was just another dimension of the
fun. One moment his large nose had been buried in the mass of tiny, curly blond
hairs and his tongue had been tired of stroking, and the next moment he had
been pulled up for a sweet kiss. One moment he had been begging to be allowed
to take off the silver snake cockring and come, and
the next moment he had thin fingers caressing his face and tying a blindfold
around his head.
If there
was one thing Severus Snape truly abhorred, it was lack of control. Snape’s big toe rammed right into a rock. He stumbled but
bit his tongue to keep from swearing. It would be just like Lucius to have a
change of heart now and leave him in the middle of nowhere wearing nothing but
a blindfold and a satin robe. It was now nearly a quarter of an hour after the
love-making had begun, and Snape had been led down the stairs, into the
basement, and through the cold labyrinth of tunnels beneath for more than half
of that. Were it not for the gentle satin rubbing against his privates, he
would have lost his patience long ago.
“Get on
with it, Lucius,” Snape grumbled through gritted teeth around the pain in his
foot. “You know how I despise surprises.”
“Now, now,”
said Lucius’ voice, his tone as cold and arrogant as ever, but containing a
certain playfulness only those who knew his well would notice. “You had better
be good or I won’t let you play with him.” Snape felt a warm and familiar hand
cup his crotch for a moment, and he smiled at the reassurance.
“This had
better be worth it,” Snape threatened, without being in a position to do so.
“Oh, I
guarantee you it is.” Grabbing Snape by the shoulders, Lucius halted him. There
was a sound in front of him, like scuffling or whimpering or a combination of
the two. Snape shivered with eager, albeit nervous, anticipation as Lucius
removed the blindfold with a flick and swish of his wand.
Had Snape’s
blood not already been so, it would have run cold at the sight. There was the
usually magnificent Harry Potter lying face-down on the ground. The young man
was bound like barnyard swine and broken like the most obedient horse. Green
eyes beneath the symbolic scar flickered in recognition when they spotted
Snape, but he did not make a sound.
The eyes
followed Snape as he circled, bare feet upon the cold dirt, his shoulder
brushing the cavern walls. Screams down there would echo for miles but there
was no one who would come to his rescue even if they heard. Not Sirius Black.
Not Dumbledore. Not any of his weak little friends. The great Harry Potter was
cut off. Weak. Helpless. Alone. Except for Snape.
Snape
smiled broadly. “Well, well. What have we here?” He tore his gaze away from Harry
and up to Lucius, a question in his eyes. Did this really mean what he thought
it meant?
“I can’t
have all the fun,” Lucius said, nodding towards a fresh bruise on Harry’s back
that was just the size of the end of his cane. “Truly, I’d forgotten how easy
boys are at that age. He almost nearly tired me out. And, given your prior relationship with him, I thought you
might enjoy having a go.” Lucius gripped his shoulders again, standing right
behind, whispering into Snape’s ear, “I’m sure you’re eager. You can give me a
proper thank you later.”
The hands
slid down Snape’s sides and chest and stopped to find the man hard. Perhaps harder than he’d been all night. Lucius chuckled
lightly. “You know, of course, that I must watch you enjoy your gift.” Before Snape could agree, which he would have been an even bigger
fool not to do, Lucius backed away. He moved with his usual style and
grace as he retreated to a large, flat rock on the far wall. There, Lucius
Malfoy stretched out in wait.
Slowly, Snape
circled Harry, who was straining unsuccessfully against his bonds. The chamber
was lit by torches hanging in brackets, and their glow was enough for him to
see clearly how far gone Harry was. His whole body was shaking, not from anger
but from the cold. Though the fighting spirit was gone from his eyes, there
seemed to be hope within Harry now. Snape wondered if that had anything to do
with his arrival moments ago. Still, Harry was in no condition to get out of
this situation on his own and Snape couldn’t help but love that. With one swift
move, he could end the suffering and turn the tides. Or he could enjoy himself
a little longer.
“So now you
see where you’ve ended up,” Snape said, taunting but not having a difficult
time doing so. Humiliating Harry Potter was an art form he had mastered long
ago. “And you see what power lies in store for those who follow the Dark Lord.”
He crossed
his arms over his chest. “I am disappointed. I expected a witty remark from you
about doing good no matter what the cost. Perhaps your
jaw has been broken and you cannot speak? In which case I am
lucky twice over tonight.”
He came
round, then squatted down to look into Harry’s face. “This
is where being good and noble got you, Potter. And you’re going to die at the
hands of your enemy knowing it was your choice to make. Just like your pathetic
father.”
Harry spat
at this, as though expecting the comment. And, as though expecting such a
reaction, Snape moved out of the way at once to miss it. It accomplished
nothing apart from earning Harry a swift kick in the side. The kick was not as
hard as it seemed, especially as Snape was barefooted. However, Harry was naked
and already injured, so his reaction was to gasp much more loudly than he might
have liked.
A sound
caught Snape’s ear, and he recognized it at once unmistakably as a sniffle.
Harry was clearly fighting back something. Snape’s eyes grew wide, and for a
moment he forgot which side he was supposed to be on. “Are you crying, Potter?” Despite an incredulous
tone, his pronunciation of the name was softer than was usually used by Harry’s
enemies, be they his relatives or the Malfoys. He
hoped Lucius hadn’t noticed.
Proving
that his jaw was indeed well off still, he gave a small, “No.”
Snape was
quick to correct him. “No, Sir.”
“No, Sir,”
Harry repeated, but followed the words with another bit of sniffling.
It
certainly sounded to Snape as though the young man were crying. And he knew
Harry would not admit to it in front of him, and especially in front of Lucius
Malfoy. But he could not resist a little teasing. “Sounds to
me like you’re crying.”
“I’m not,”
Harry insisted. “I’m simply cold, Sir… hahhhChooo!” He
shivered fiercely. It seemed all this time in the damp and on the cold floor
had given him a pathetic little sniffle. “hahh… HAH-Shooo!”
The sneezes
reminded Snape of the full situation at hand. Not only was Harry humiliated and
broken, but now he was ill as well. The young man would not last for very long
in such a condition. But there was nothing Snape could do with an audience. So
he had no choice but to play along.
With a
chuckle, a grin, and a glance towards Lucius, Snape undid the tie at his waist
let his robe fall open. He dropped to his knees and leaned forward, putting a
hand on Harry’s back. The young man flinched at the touch. With his mouth
positioned against Harry’s ear, he whispered in but a breath, “It will be all
right.”
His range
of movement was quite limited, but Harry still tried to pull away, shaking his
head. “I never trusted you,” said Harry, accusation in his voice. He had no
reason to trust Snape now, either, especially considering how aroused Snape was
just being around Harry now and how Harry had no choice in the matter.
Snape was
the one in control here and it was a control he loved to exercise. The chains
binding Harry clanked as he again struggled to free himself. But even if he’d
managed it, there was nowhere to go now. Snape’s arm slid around him, and bare
flesh touched bare flash. Harry shivered again and whimpered, but that only
made Snape hold him closer.
He bent
over Harry from behind, his chest pressed against Harry’s back. His hands were
flat against the ground and his cock touched Harry’s arse, but went no further
than that. Despite his actual relationship with Harry, he refused to take the
boy just for Lucius Malfoy’s sick pleasure. He would not be controlled like
that, and Harry was certainly in no condition to be used as such. Instead, Snape
preferred to put on a show. With the sides of his bathrobe hanging down as
cover, his precise actions were hidden from view. As he bucked his hips and arched
his back, it looked as though he were having the time of his life fucking Harry
Potter senseless.
It was,
perhaps, that control, that mastery of the situation, which made Snape harder
than anything else. There was no way Lucius could know exactly what Snape’s
relationship with Harry actually was. Not only was he now in a position to help
Harry Potter not four days after the boy’s disappearance, but he was also able
to take it a step further and fool Lucius.
Once Harry
understood that Snape meant to do him no actual harm, he relaxed. Though he
made no sound, apart from sniffles and a few more sneezes, Harry was much
relieved. He played along, however, acting as though Snape’s motions were
uncomfortable, painful. Snape lifted a hand, seeming to be touching Harry, but
instead fingering the restraints to see where they connected and released. He
was memorizing, of course, but also enjoying the sensation of Harry frozen
beneath him.
And though Snape’s
mind was spinning with plans, his body was equally filled with desire as it
pressed against Harry. He would not need to pretend fully to fool Lucius. Snape
kept it up for as long as it might usually take. Then, with a moan of warning
only a second before, Snape came. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched
Lucius doing the same, pulling himself to climax with a hand down his trousers
and a soft, beautiful, gasping cry.
Snape
waited until Lucius looked away before wiping Harry and himself
clean and pulling back. He stood over Harry and slowly tied his robe closed
again. Harry shuddered and closed his eyes, trying to look worse off. “You
haven’t seen the last of me,” Snape promised, sure that Harry understood his
meaning even though his tone was cruel. “You get what you deserve, Potter.”
Harry’s
head snapped down with another sneeze, and he looked up with large, tired eyes.
“I could… say the same to you… Sir.”
Laughing,
and glowing with satisfaction, Lucius collected Snape and they headed back.
Fortunately, Lucius forgot about the blindfold.