The Black Rule | By : Trewyn Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Snape/Sirius Views: 4592 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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The Black Rule
Chapter
Two
I had to be in charge. There would be no kissing, no
fumbling, no hesitating. I had a clear aim before me.
It would reduce him to nothing. With one flick of my wrist his hands were tied
to the wall.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
How desperately he tried to keep the panic out of his voice,
but he knew he was wandless, powerless.
He made me want to play a bit. My hand moved to caress his
neck. He almost bit me. I laughed out loud at the intensity of his struggle.
“Didn’t your father tell you to be nice to your superiors?”
There was such fire burning in his eyes. “After all, you might enjoy it that
way.”
Suddenly Sirius’ knee moved to my groin. The viciousness of
the attack making me moan. I realized I had made a
mistake in granting him this small moment of victory. It was about leadership
and I had to regain it and quick.
Another flick of my wrist tied down Sirius’ legs. Spread
apart enough for my further purposes. My wand pointed at his chin. “Not in a
very playful mood, are we?”
The fire in his eyes burned differently. Sirius had accepted
his incontestable fate. Yet there was no defeat. Yet.
With yet another flick of my wand, his form was stripped of
all clothing. I quickly took in the body before me. The human body is such a
fickle thing. Full of imperfections; hair in strange places, ugly paleness
marred with scars, lines and curves that were defined and sometimes not.
Sirius was not a God. He was human. His body was not so
attractive, nor repulsive. But he was perfectly imperfect. In the general
essence of a human body that is transient and bound to the earth’s vices.
“Don’t you dare do this! Release
me!”
his voice, not nearly as desperate
as I would have wanted it to be, shook nevertheless,. I noticed that from core
to fingertips he was shaking like a leaf.
I silently cast a spell to rise the temperature in the room.
I wanted him to be shaking from shame, not cold.
I was not so ashamed anymore, to remove my own clothing.
Shame was a weakness. And as human beings, the only power there is, is gained
from the other’s weakness. And Sirius was deeply ashamed. For every scar, every
overly dark hair, every curve that was undefined. Thus giving
me all the more power over him.
I found and finger traced a dark red scar that started from
the top of his inner left leg, dangerously close to his genitals, up to just
above his knee.
“I heard Macnair has a knife
fetish.
Sirius’ eyes filled with hurt and I realized I was too far
gone now. I would pursue the end of my quest and replace hurt with even more
hurt.
“Don’t worry. I don’t have any strange fetishes. I’m just
determined to have you.”
My tongue leaped out to taste the bitter, scarred flesh.
Sirius’ body did not let me down and responded quite lovely. I got to my feet
again. Not bothering to keep the grin off my face. My hand touching his
recently obtained arousal. “They really trained you to be a slut, didn’t they.”
Sirius turned his face away. Tears.
There were glistening tears.
“Come now, I know you’ll enjoy it.”
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He was nothing but a sobbing mess. His eyes were dilating
and he was muttering incomprehensible things under his breath. Hit looked as if
he did not know who he was or where. Or what had been going on earlier. He
looked almost childish as he fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. Yet his
identity had been the one thing he had clung to in all this spurs of near
insanity and pain. If not anything else, he knew he was a Black. He knew how
the dark blood etched both his body and soul. And he clung to it. The thing he
hated most.
A name. A rule.
Dark and twisted and yet he clung to it so desperately it almost makes me laugh
even now. When it seemed there was nothing left but pain and screaming he clung
to that childhood drill: he never begged. Not once.
Maybe I should give him credit for it. That he retained that
scrap of nobility and pride. Maybe his family was wrong and there was still
hope for him. There was darkness clutching his soul and he followed the rule of
nobility in the end. The Black Rule that saved his sanity.
= … =
To be continued? The end? I
originally intended this to be the ending, maybe followed by a short epilogue.. So unless there’s great protest from those who are
reading this, I guess I’ll move on to other things.
I really hope you enjoyed it. Whoever ‘you’
are. I see this story has gathered a great amount of ‘hits’, but only
three reviews up until now… Does that mean people start reading and never reach
the bottom of the page out of boredom? If that’s not the case, and you have an
opinion about this story, please let me know ^^.
Thank you for reading!
P.S. To ZooArmy: thank you for
reviewing. I had already written this chapter when I read your plea for Sirius
not to be raped.. I’m very sorry,
I hope you didn’t hate it…
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