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End of Obsession	By : Juwel Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 50501 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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Snape tossed in his sleep.

A hand was on his throat, pressing down, pinning his face against the mahogany table, talons digging into the flesh of his throat as he listened to the soft hiss of breath near his ear, felt the fury in the force of that hand, his heart pounding in fear.

Even without the hand he would not have been able to escape, would not have even been able to move. He'd lost that ability when he'd been forced to surrender his wand, when he'd stepped into the office for one of the many 'private consultations' with the Dark Lord. The Immobulis spell would last for a good hour or so. Well after the time that Voldemort would be finished with him.

Severus's robes were then shoved aside, and he tried to force himself, knowing what would happen next, dreading it. The invasion was hot and piercing, brutal, and despite his best efforts, his body tensed up, and pain shot through him. A soft grunt was all the sound that escaped him, though the clench was like agony around the Dark Lord's shaft.

A hell of a first time of it, Severus thought to himself, gritting his teeth, feeling hot tears prickling at the corners of his eyes. A test, Voldemort called this. A test of loyalty. A test to see if he would go insane with horror more like, Severus thought sardonically. The Dark Lord's breath stank of dead things.

The fucking went on for several minutes, but at least Severus did not have to endure any misguided attempts to make him enjoy the experience as well; he stayed flaccid throughout, and choked on a groan when he finally felt the hot release inside him, trying not to make a face, trying to remain as boring as possible. Merlin forbid that this become a regular activity with the Dark Lord.

Voldemort pulled out, tucking himself back into his robes without a word and leaving Snape there bent over the table with fluid running down the insides of his thighs. Keeping his expression neutral as if this were merely as mundane a formality as shaking hands, Snape slowly straightened. He let his robes fall back into place, promising himself both a Scourgify spell and a very hot bath as soon as possible. Turning, he found that Voldemort had seated himself in his favourite overstuffed chair. At his feet knelt a naked figure with white blond hair, a staple ever since the disaster at the Ministry when he'd been arrested. Lucius glanced up briefly to fix Snape with an icy stare. It was a good contest to know what was colder; that gaze, or the cold steel collar around Lucius's throat. Voldemort was adept at letting his disappointment show. Snape repressed a shudder. To be kept as a pet to the Dark Lord . . . subject to his every whim . . . there could be fewer worse fates. His own rape paled in comparison.

Petting Lucius's hair, Voldemort smiled. "I see that you are in fact devoted to me and my cause, Severus Snape. A man willing to make whatever position is necessary to my conquest willingly." He sniggered. "And now we can continue with business."

The test thus over, Snape outlined the latest activities of the Order of Phoenix, trying to ignore the hate in Lucius's eyes as he stared at the Dark Lord's new favourite servant.

Snape woke with a start, still seeing the collar on Lucius’s throat, still feeling the clammy touch of Voldemort. He shuddered, rolling over in bed, wincing at the pain the change in position created in his neck where Nagini had bitten him. Voldemort was dead, he reminded himself. He had lived, and the Dark Lord had died. He was safe at Hogwarts, safe in his bed.

The poison was still in him, however, the thought came to him as he drifted off to sleep. And not just the poison from the snake.

When he thought of Lucius wearing that collar . . . the thought of it made him hard.

As Snape fell asleep again, that image was replaced by another. The sight of Harry, kneeling naked on the floor.

Collared.

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