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The Cost of Living	By : LadyHemlock27 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Snape/Draco Views: 19812 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: I am so sorry for this, but its important. This chapter contains ickiness, rape, mind control and seriously evil things. But there's some not so dark lemons too, so enjoy and don't get mental whiplash.... Don't forget to check the forum for my replies and occasionally an author rant or rave ;) This is the klink uh I mean link http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/index.php/topic/52086-review-replies-and-comments-for-cost-of-living/
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Snape jolted awake and stared around the darkened room. It was an interior space with no window, so there was no cue as to what time it was. He simultaneously cast a tempus spell to check the time, noting that it was very late, nearly a quarter ‘til one pm., and felt for Draco. The younger man’s space on the bed was empty. “Lumos” he mumbled, blinking as the lights came on. A quick glance at the door confirmed it was still locked. Only one place Draco could be then, since he still hadn’t retrieved the boy’s wand from the Dark Lord.
Severus stepped into the bathroom, the locked door easily opening to the head of the house. He heard soft crying and the room was full of steam so thick it nearly stole his breath. He finally made it to the side of the tub and his heart plummeted to his stomach.
Draco was sitting in the tub, cherry red from water that was much too hot. He was sobbing and had scrubbed his dark mark bloody with a pumice stone. “I can’t get clean, Sev; my whole body is covered in it. And I’m not worthy of serving the Dark Lord or you. I’m a stupid little coward.” He kept mumbling things about the horrible stuff he’d seen and having come all over him.
Severus flicked his wand and cleaned the mess up. “Its all right, dragon, you’re clean. I cleaned you up last night, remember?” But the words had no impact, so with a sigh, he pulled the boy’s head back so he could look into those beautiful gray eyes. They were dull and reddened now. “Legilimens” he whispered and flew into his boy’s mind. The order of events became clear.
Draco had woken up from a horrible dream in which Bellatrix had been the one to get him. She had tortured him and made fun of him for not being able to achieve an erection with her. She’d raped him with several bizarre objects to no effect and it was only when she’d used Lucius’ cane on his back that Draco had managed to wake up, likely due to the shock of realizing he was enjoying that caning entirely too much. Snape cringed, guessing what happened next. “You woke up with a morning hard on and wanked, but the sight of the come reminded you of last night and you just came unglued.” Severus mumbled more to himself than to the barely aware youth.
“That’s all right, dragon, you’re just a baby kink is all.” Severus crooned, pulling the boy out of the tub to stand shivering and wet still in the transfigured satin robe. “Come back to me, Draco,” he sent the command through the link between their minds. He summoned a mild calming draught and pressed it into Draco’s hand. “Drink this.”
Fortunately years of taking potions from his former professor and head of house prevailed over his current confusion and misery and Draco knocked back the potion almost without knowing what he was doing. After several long moments, dull grey eyes rose to meet worried black ones. “How did I get in here?”
Severus cringed and sent a drying charm at Draco. “Well you had a very bad dream about sexual torment, one that I suspect was sent to you. Being a teenage boy, you had a predictable reaction and woke up hard.” He went through explaining what his legilimency had uncovered. “But it worries me that you don’t remember any of it first hand.”
Draco shuddered. “Oh shit I hadn’t even thought I might be gifted to Auntie Bella.” He froze and then slowly forced himself to meet Severus’ gaze. “It’s tomorrow,” he whispered, almost choking. The boy kept his eyes firmly on Sev’s face, not really wanting to actually see the monster cock he’d touched last night.
The dark wizard nodded, “So it is. But I think it best if we eat. Call for your house elves, dragon. Your mother said you can choose the two you want to bring here for the next couple years.” Severus grinned, “I have no preferences, but I do have some advice for you. Don’t choose one who raised you. Trust me on this, it won’t be comforting, it will just be hideously embarrassing and awkward.” He felt a faint bit of heat suffuse his own face for just a second.
He took pity on the boy and left to put something on. Time enough for that in an hour or two, though he daren’t wait much longer lest the Dark Lord come by to check on his favorites. He wondered if Draco even realized that he was still so favored. Anyone but one of the golden Malfoys would have simply been tortured to death for such a failure. In a way, even Riddle was trying to be merciful.
Draco let out a shaky breath as Severus left the room. “I wonder if he was speaking from experience about the elf thing.” Remembering the faint touch of pink on his master’s face, he was pretty sure of it. “Mother, how am I to do this?” he whispered. He stood in the middle of a beautiful, though not luxurious, room and shivered all over. He was now the richest-and youngest- head of household in all of Great Brittan. But he still belonged totally to someone else. For the first time in his life, Draco wished he was from a lower family. To be given to Severus though in disgrace was a sign of real favor, even he had to acknowledge that. But Merlin! He still didn’t want to leave the bathroom, have breakfast and be forced to speak to the dark wizard holding his life currently.
To put it off a moment longer, Draco began to think of things he should do while he was in here. Shaving spell, check, moisturizing to prevent dry skin and aging, check, a sunscreen spell (in case they were going out today). But eventually he ran out of ideas and was forced to call for the elves. “Candy, Lance come to me, and bring me something suitable to wear to informal breakfast with my-my. With Severus Snape,” he finally snapped, unable to vocalize what he so easily called the man mentally.
After a few long minutes two elves popped into the bathroom. One in a pink dress with a white pinafore and the other in a snappy baby blue suit, the outfits made Draco cringe, but he had real smiles for the elves. “Did Mother explain what I need from you two now?”
Candy, the elf in pink nodded her large eyes sympathetic. “It’s always a difficult time, young Lord. I have a chest for you with basic necessities, and of course we can always retrieve anything else you might need. You’ll need to ask your master what to wear, young Lord. Some masters have ideas about that.”
Draco paled, “I have to go down to breakfast like this then? And get permission to dress in decent clothing?”
Lance, the one in the blue shrugged, “Well no, you can just take the chance he won’t care. But I don’t recommend it. What we can do is make this a little longer. Then young Lord’s dingle dangle won’t be hanging out. Unless you want it to?”
The blond youth’s pale skin turned bright red and he hid behind his hand. “Uh no, Lance, I definitely would like this to be longer.” The recent changes in training and care of the house elves had made a huge difference, but some things will never change apparently.
Candy giggled. “You get this taken care of Lance, and I’ll find out what to fix to eat.” She popped out, presumably to the kitchen.
Lance gave Draco’s arm an awkward little pat and added several extra centimeters to the length of the robe. It now at least came almost to the knee. The trade off however was that the fabric was much thinner. “I’ll be setting your things up and start cleaning.”
The young man groaned, staring in horror. It was almost see-through now. Possibly even more seductive than it had been, He’d be lucky to get to eat before- before Sev took him to bed, he made himself finish the thought. It took everything he had to open the bathroom door and ease himself into the bedroom, and then down to the parlor. He stopped at the foot of the stairs, his breath catching in his throat, his knees suddenly weak. Sev was sitting on the sofa with a cup of tea and the Daily Prophet.
“Candy tells me that our meal will be done in about five more minutes, dragon. Come sit with me, we can eat in here on trays if you like.” Severus hoped that a familiar setting might help calm the terrified boy a precious little bit more. “I have been thinking about your request last night to imperius you. I am not doing that, but what I will do, if you wish, is give you a mild calming draught and muscle relaxant.” He never looked up from his paper.
Draco was severely tempted, but he shook his head as he forced himself to sit next to his former potions master. Or maybe current, he wondered, since I’m his to do with as he wishes for a year or two. That was one thing he’d never dreaded. Severus was a wonderful teacher, when not playing a part. A very young Draco had always been confused about why his beloved Sev was so good at teaching him over the summer, but turned into a right bastard when at school. As he aged it became obvious the older man was playing a part, but he still didn’t know for whom. “I don’t think I will ask that of you,” he replied, perched awkwardly and stiffly as far from the older man as he could be and still be on the same piece of furniture. “Be ridiculous to do that every time, so I suppose we might as well begin as we mean to go on.”
He had come all over Severus’ hand on this same sofa, and now the man wanted to sit here, sipping his tea and take breakfast like it had never happened. No, not like it had never happened, Draco corrected himself, there is definitely awareness now, and a slight tension that wasn’t there before. Please don’t let me fail this too. Even if the Dark Lord dies today, Sev deserves something in his life to make him happy. I just wish it weren’t me.
Candy popped in with a tray for each of the men. “Breakfast is served, there’s more if you want it; just let me know.” She then disappeared.
Severus finally set down the paper. “I have always appreciated the Malfoy elves. Too many of the others are simpering idiots.”
“Father got sick of all the stupidity and nakedness. It was enough to turn your stomach with one elf, and the Manor has twenty five full time elves and all of their families, including many juveniles in training and pensioned off elders.” Draco smirked, and it was almost up to full strength. “Granger just never bothered to research current trends in pureblood families towards their elves. She was going on data that was completely outdated and in some cases, downright doctored. All the best families have many elf families to care for them, but in return we give them a basic education, uniforms, and even a small salary. Usually, Dobby of course, was deliberately asked to take on the role of abused, starved elf so that there would be a reason for him to loiter around after Potter.”
“Draco, did your mother tell you anything that stands out in your mind now that you’re calmer?” Severus hoped that the careful prodding might make him come to some important conclusions. It would be risky to tell the boy about his status as a spy outright until he knew how the youth really felt about serving Voldemort; if he could bring such an accusation and prove it, it would do much to bring him back into favor.
Draco licked suddenly dry lips, but it wasn’t passion. He’d been thinking all night about the revelations his mother had dumped on him. “P-promise me you won’t do anything to hurt them if I tell you.” He clenched his jaw to hold back any embarrassing tremors.
“Dragon, there is no one still living I have more loyalty to than your family and the memory of Lily Potter.” Severus hinted, hoping the normally bright boy would pick up on what he was saying.
Wide gray eyes stared at him over a forkful of eggs. “I’m pretty sure Mother and Father would reciprocate, sir.” Draco mumbled, shoving the fork in his mouth, praying he hadn’t just doomed them all.
Severus nodded, “I see you now understand the way of things in that area. If you think about it, I’m sure you will even realize where your parents are and why they aren’t helping you through this difficult time in your life.” He finished his cup of tea and buttered a piece of toast before refilling his cup.
“Mr Lupin is well known for his allegiance to a certain deceased headmaster.” Draco commented, linking clues and small comments from the night before together. His stomach plunged. “Oh fuck,” he whispered. “Sev, the Dark Lord will know about their defection when Father doesn’t return to Greyback for training and orientation in a few days, as most newly bitten weres on that side would.”
Severus met horrified silver eyes and nodded, giving Draco’s arm a gentle squeeze. “And now you know why I’m insisting on taking you today, even though I know you aren’t really ready yet. There may be an occasion to prove your loyalty to the Dark Lord before he finds that out, and you wouldn’t want that to be the first experience you have, dragon,” Severus finished his toast and started on his eggs. “Eat up; I know this is going to be a long, dreadful day.”
“Severus,” Draco whispered, “If he- if you know who wants that, I take back what I said about the calming draught.” He shivered, feeling a little sick. But he forced himself to bolt down his food, a full plateful. It would have to be enough, because it roiled around inside of him, and if he tried to eat so much as another piece of toast, he’d be sick.
“If he wants that, I take back what I said about the imperius. I’ve been doing horrible necessary things for much longer than you dragon, so I’ll do whatever we must to ensure our survival.” Severus finished his eggs and went to work on a thick slice of ham, cutting it into precise little squares. “On a more cheerful note; what trades would you be interesting in pursuing? I suggest picking at least two so that if things don’t work out in one, you will have a back up. Knowledge is never wasted, dragon, remember that.”
Draco bit his lip. “I was wondering if you would, perhaps, teach me…more about potions and defense.” He flinched a bit at the soft chuckle that rumbled over from the other man, and somehow made his breath catch a bit.
“You’re still willing to spend that much time with me considering?” Snape smirked, “I was sure you’d use your training to hide from me as much as possible.” He cleared the table, sending the empty dishes back to the kitchen with a silent flick of his finger. He turned to Draco and the smirk became a wicked grin. “Or maybe you don’t want to avoid this as much as you did? Could that be it, dragon?” he leaned over to whisper in Draco’s red-tinted ear “Maybe you want me to bend you over the table one night? Or make you sit under my desk on your knees and suck my cock while I grade stupid third year essays?”
“If that’s the price for learning what I most want to from the best, then so be it.” Draco whispered his mouth suddenly dry “I have to do whatever you want me to anyway. Even if Potter wins this damned war tomorrow, I’ll still be yours for at least two years. I am a dutiful and obedient son, Severus.” He closed his eyes a moment, taking slow, deep breaths to calm himself. “You are what my parents wanted for me, and I can only accept that.” But he blushed, because he also knew that after last night, duty wasn’t the only thing making him submit to the dark wizard.
Severus chuckled softly, proud and pleased to see his dragon taking his previous teachings on how to control one’s reactions to heart, “For now that probably is the truth, mostly.” He patted his lap. “Come here then, dragon. We don’t have much time to spare you the pain and humiliation of losing your virginity to the Dark Lord,” he raised a brow “I do assume you’d prefer me to him at least?”
Draco’s blush intensified, and he looked down, preparing to answer as the burning pain from his mark washed over him. It took almost everything to remain dignified and silent as the agony coursed through his very blood “Dear Merlin he’s furious, Sev.” He stared at the other man, horrified. “I don’t think we’ll have the time, sir. Please just imperius me right now.” But he crawled over the two feet of sofa and into his master’s lap, crying softly, his brave front shattered for the moment.
Snape petted the boy’s head, still calm for he was much more used to the variances of the Dark Lord’s moods and more adept at controlling the influence of the hideous thing. “We have a little time. He’ll want to torture someone in this mood, perhaps he’ll get distracted. But if not, then maybe I can convince him to let me do it as the entertainment. If that is all I can do for you, I will curse you to obedience.” He reached into his robe and pulled out a small clear bottle full of a pearly white substance. “Drink this, dragon; there won’t be time to ease you into things now. I was going to open you over a few hours, with my fingers and some toys, but now I fear it will have to go much more quickly.” He pressed his lips to the top of Draco’s head. “We will be seeing the Dark Lord today, whether immediately or in a few more hours.”
For the first time in his young life, Draco questioned a potion that Severus gave him. “Wh-what is it?” He was barely aware of tears trickling out of his eyes.
Severus brushed a tear away with a slightly roughened thumb. “It’s a lust potion combined with a relaxant and the calming draught. It’s the only way I get through those nights when I am forced to serve the Dark Lord’s pleasure.”
“You’re not as bad as him, Sev,” Draco murmured, his heart aching a bit at the despair in his master’s eyes.
“I am about to rape an eighteen year old boy I helped to raise to barely adult. I think I am quite enough of a monster.” Severus shook his head, “But no, not as bad as the Dark Lord. He would want to make your initiation into adulthood a torment, and I, at least, only want you in the usual sense. You’ll definitely prefer me to go first, even if it turns out to be only by a few minutes.” He twirled the potion between his finger and thumb, a darker smirk crossing his face. “Open your mouth for me, dragon. I’m going to feed this to you myself. I find I like the idea of your submission to me, complete and totally mine. Never forget that, dragon, no matter what you do for the Dark Lord, you are mine.”
Draco swallowed hard. He knew what was happening, of course, he’d seen it in his father several times. When the Dark Lord opened a mark, the magic called up the darkest aspects of the Death Eater on the other end the mark invoked. This wasn’t Sev, his lover and master, however reluctantly accepted. This was Snape, the ruthless assassin and spy, the unflinchingly cruel and harsh Death Eater he’d had to watch torture that poor muggle studies teacher to death. Merlin! That cock in the control of this man really would kill him. He had to try to call him out of it. “Yes I’m yours, S-Sev.” He stumbled over the name. “Please, please get control of it.”
“Shh, dragon, just open your mouth for me. The dark mark is only affecting me, not controlling me.” He wrapped his fingers in the soft blond hair and pulled the boy’s head back, the soft skin of his throat stretching into a straight path. He pushed Draco to his knees in front of the sofa. “Drink this for me.” He stroked his fingers along the taut skin of the terrified youth’s neck.
Closing his eyes, trembling all over on his knees between Sev’s legs, Draco tried not to start crying again. But he opened his mouth, strangely revolted by the gentle way Death Eater Snape held his head. It was almost the way Sev would.
Severus poured the potion into that small, hot mouth. “Swallow it for me, good boy.” He rubbed the tight back gently, hypnotized by the boy’s throat muscles, visibly moving under the skin. “Let me explain, dragon. You’re right the dark mark usually does bring out the worst in us, almost a possession. But I’ve managed to redirect it a long time ago. I’m not any more likely to hurt you than before- if you behave. I’m just randy and I tend more towards… dominant. I didn’t plan on tapping into that side of me while you were so innocent still, but that’s the trick to dealing with demons; give them a little so they can’t take it all.”
Draco shivered, “What do I do now, S-Sev?” He leaned forward to rest his head on the other man’s thigh, shaking with relief.
“Well in a moment the potion will kick in and you’ll be very, very relaxed and randy as hell. You’ll want me then, and I’ll show you how to make me come in your mouth first, so I don’t hurt you. You can use the same trick to appease the Dark Lord if you ever have to. Then we’ll fuck and I’ll do my best to make it pleasurable for you, though it will be rougher than I planned. But I need you to smell like blood and come, so that everyone will be thinking about sex, not torture of a more destructive type.”
Draco was painfully aware of the enormous hard erection so close to his face. He felt too hot suddenly; even the ridiculous thin robe was too much. He slid out of the robe, letting the silken fabric fall to the floor around him. “I think its working,” he mumbled.
Severus found it in him to laugh. Thank Merlin for teenage hormones. “Not this quickly, it isn’t. My guess would be that you’re responding to me because of the dominance, dragon. That’s part of why you came at the end of your horrible and abusive sex dream.” He leaned down and bit a patch of soft, pale skin on the side of Draco’s neck, reveling in the soft gasp. “That’s all; you’re a baby kink, dragon.” He dug his fingers into the pale, trembling shoulders. “Use it, use it to get through whatever we do and enjoy it. Even the Dark Lord can’t tell the difference between a scream of pleasure and one of pain, without legilimency, which requires concentration. And that is something that horny Death Eaters and Dark Lords are notably lacking.”
Draco’s eyes widened and he was once again stunned by his old teacher. “That’s why you keep everything so sexual when you can! If you can keep them all focused on sex there’s a lot fewer really horrible things happening.” He leaned closer, shivering a bit when Severus’ cock, jutting through his stiff robe, hit his stomach, and kissed the older man’s lips. “You’re so brave,” he whispered, breathless, “And you have always done so much to protect me. I-I don’t mind serving you,” he smiled a bit, “Even if the Dark Lord hadn’t given me to you, even if Mother and Father hadn’t chosen you…” He lowered his eyes, “You deserve whatever service I can give you.”
Severus smiled and picked the boy up, “Now that might be the potion talking, dragon. All those submissive tendencies coming out,” He settled the squirming youth on his lap. He stroked his hand over the boy’s just beginning to harden cock. It wasn’t until he’d brought Draco to full hardness that he stood up and apparated them to the bedroom. He laid the boy on the bed, and admired the writhing, moaning form as he shed his robe. “Look at me little one, if you truly mean what you say about serving me, prove it.” He knelt on the bed beside the now pale and silent boy.
Draco looked at his master. Silver scars criss-crossed his body and the dark mark on his arm throbbed, glowing red. He stared at the dark reddish purple of the older man’s cock. His teeth dug into his lower lip. He was not going to beg, or to say any of the stupid things he wanted to. He was a Malfoy and he would behave with dignity. But he felt a little queasy and his own cock wilted just a bit.
Sev pulled one unresponsive hand over to his cock, and physically wrapped it around his cock, his darker side thrilled to see that small hand unable to encase him fully. But he did understand the boy’s terror more now. “Before you faint, look at yourself dragon, wrap your other hand around yours.”
Dazed a bit Draco obeyed, inhaling sharply at the stimulus. “You were right,” he marveled, “I’m only a couple centimeters smaller around, and only a little shorter.” His fingers just barely met at the tips in the middle of his shaft, which is where the other hand was wrapped around Sev’s. He refused to think much about the fact that bases tended to be a bit thicker. “I don’t think this helped much though. Now all I can think of is I wouldn’t want to be fucked by me either.”
Severus grinned, “Oh I wouldn’t say that, dragon. After this damned war is over, we might give it a go, if you can still stand me by then.” He let go of Draco’s hand, amused when he jerked it back as if it were burning. It was just as well, if the boy hadn’t moved that hand, this game would have been over far too soon. “For now though, this should help you remember that I’m well within human parameters.”
The younger man nodded, putting the thought of topping aside for the moment as just too weird. He’d been so tempted to slide his hand up and down that cock, to bring Sev again and forestall the inevitable. But the idea of the Dark Lord getting him first made his stomach heave a bit, even with the potion, so he just lay back and waited. Sev would know what to do. He could only hope that the older man really did care enough to not hurt him, that every tender moment shared hadn’t been a lie.
“I do care, dragon,” Severus murmured, “If I didn’t, I would have just let Greyback have you.” Waves of twisted lust radiated from his dark mark, and he paled. “He’s done with the torture and had moved on to fucking. So we’d best too. Accio oil.” A cut crystal bottle filled with green liquid flew across the room and he caught it.
Draco swallowed hard, “With reflexes like that, you should have played,” He said, mostly to take his mind off the purpose of the display. His cock was hard enough to hang a cloak on, his body warm all over, but his mind stayed more or less unaffected, except for the urge to fuck- and in all honesty he didn’t really think that was the potion. He’d been fascinated by the dark wizard all his life, it had simply never occurred to him that desire might have been why. Until now, that the potion helped with. His body was perfectly relaxed, only his mind still ran in circles.
“Who said I didn’t?” Severus grinned, “There are other places to play quidditch besides Hogwarts or professional leagues.” He promised himself to take the boy to one of the local games soon. He poured some of the green oil on his fingers, and in a trail on the smooth, soft skin of Draco’s stomach. “I brewed this oil just for you, dragon,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss the side of his young lover’s neck, “Not because I knew the Dark Lord would give you to me, but because I knew your coming of age would soon arrive. It’s wintergreen, because I know you like that flavor.”
Draco found it within him to smile a bit then, but then gave the older man a puzzled look “If you flavored it for me, why are you putting it on me?”
Severus smirked, “Well I could explain how to give a blow job, but I think we’ll both enjoy my showing you more.” He decided not to mention the extra relaxant and aphrodisiac properties. The boy would see that for himself soon.
“You’re- you mean” he couldn’t quite get the words out, there seemed to be a trail of cold fire wherever that oil had flowed. It made his skin tingle and he twisted his hands in the sheets beneath him. And then Sev grinned at him, leaning down to put his mouth on Draco’s cock, first blowing softly across the skin. Draco jerked and cursed, his body now aching for the other man.
“I’m going to show you how to make me come so that when we fuck, I don’t injure you. I’m giving you the skills to make sure that your service to me- or the Dark Lord if necessary- isn’t unbearable.” With that he slid his tongue around Draco’s cock. He mapped out every ridge and curve, every wrinkle of the younger man’s shaft and balls.
Draco’s body arched off the bed and he started babbling Sev’s name and petitions to various deities. Hot, wet silk, he groaned to himself, Sev’s mouth is incredible. I wonder if I will be able to do as well. Then he had no more coherent thoughts until he came. He slowly opened his eyes, only just realizing he might actually have fainted.
Severus was sitting back on his heels smirking. “You have no stamina dragon. We’ll have to fix that. Don’t worry too much about technique; I think innocent enthusiasm will be your best defense. Fake it, if you don’t have it. A hot wet mouth and gently exploring tongue is all you’ll need for awhile.” Severus stroked Draco’s arm softly. “At least for me, but someone else, say the Dark Lord, or Merlin forbid!- one of the other Death Eaters- might shove in deeper. It’s okay for you to choke and tear up if they do. Most of the sadistic ones will enjoy that, and you won’t be able to control your reactions yet anyway. What you can do is sort of try…shifting them a bit, in a teasing or pleasurable way.” Severus pulled the stunned boy closer to him and kissed him.
Draco opened his mouth immediately, obedience coming much easier while he was already buzzing with desire and trying to harden again. He could taste come in the other man’s mouth, and flinched a bit. But then he focused on the glide of tongue over tongue, of teeth catching the edge of his lower lip, and suddenly the extra salt-tang of his come was less disturbing. It’s yours anyway, he told himself with a mental snicker, and in a few moments you’ll taste his. Better get used to it.
Severus pulled back from the kiss, and smiled at the glazed passion in Draco’s beautiful gray eyes. “I promise, dragon, this is better than dying, and you’ll enjoy surprising amounts of what we do.”
“Sev… how do you want me for this? I don’t know what position to take.” Draco mumbled, blushing.
“You always end up on your knees in front of me for some reason, dragon. Perhaps this is why,” Severus teased voice unsteady, but shook his head. “For now we’ll just switch places. This is a very good position for you dragon, because you’ll be in control of how deep and quickly I thrust.”
Draco looked down at Sev’s enormous, dark red-purple cock and closed his eyes. “Sev, I’m your sex slave. I’m pretty sure that means I’m not supposed to be in control most of the time, why get me used to something that will only get me hurt if Someone finds out?” He dug his teeth into his lower lip. “You should make this as difficult as you can for me in fact. I doubt anyone else I end up servicing will be as caring as you.”
Severus sighed, stroking his thumb over Draco’s chewed lip. “Stop that, not only does chewing your lips damage them, it telegraphs your emotions to everyone. You can’t let everyone know how upset, or angry, or frightened you are. Theoretically I and the Dark Lord should be the only ones that might have access to you, but if I fall out of favor, you could be sent to someone else, or he might keep you himself. And if that happens you will go, and if I survive I will go into hiding with your parents.”
Draco rose up to his knees on the bed, nodding. If Sev were discovered, he would have to use his placement with another Death Eater to keep the flow of information going. And to do that, he’d have to convince the Dark Lord of his total loyalty. Blow jobs would be a good tactic for that. This is Sev right now. Not the Dark Lord or another Death Eater. He deserves some of that innocent enthusiasm if I can manage it at all.
Severus decided, “Here this should work then, dragon. You are in a submissive pose, but I’m restricted a bit in my movements,” he sat on the edge of the bed and threw a pillow down between his legs, “You kneel there, keep your teeth behind your lips, some men will pull them out for grazing their cock with them. Skelegro is very painful when used to grow back teeth.”
The blond youth barely caught himself before he started chewing his lip, and eased himself onto the pillow. His eyes burned a bit, but he squared up his jaw. “I hope you aren’t one of those men. I’ll do my best, sir.” He was right at eye level with Severus’ raging hard cock and a shivery excitement spiraled up inside of him. Because this was Severus, the most courageous, cunning, and talented Slytherin ever, and he could make the man fall apart. He would make himself indispensable to the other man, and then he’d never let the Dark Lord have him permanently.
Sev patted Draco’s head gently. “He isn’t going to have you permanently, dragon. I promise you that.” Even if I have to kill us both, he finished silently, continuing aloud, “And no, I’m not. I have more patience with teaching inexperienced lovers, and more creative punishments for those who know better but do it anyway.” He picked the crystal bottle back up and handed it to the boy in front of him. “This will make it much nicer for both of us. I’ll show you how to brew it, with any flavor variant you’d like.”
Draco took the bottle, determined to do this right. He poured the oil over his fingers and then used his fingers to apply it to Sev’s straining erection. He wanted to get a lot of the wintergreen flavored oil on there, and he wondered if Severus was feeling the same icy cold, melting hot tingles he had. He leaned over and blew lightly across the hard flesh.
He tried to remember to do what else the older man had done for him. For the love of Merlin! He snapped at himself, it’s a blowjob, hardly something worthy of this level of trepidation. Hell Pansy gives these away. He had a brief, irreverent image of Pansy sucking Sev’s cock, and then wondered if she ever had. Maybe that was how she’d kept passing grades despite being almost as stupid as Crabbe and Goyle. The flash of pain and homesickness that flooded him then had him putting his mouth over Sev’s cock just to stop thinking of it and them.
The first thing he noticed was that it really did taste like wintergreen, and maybe a bit of salt, for which he was thankful. The next was that Severus was cleanly shaven and didn’t have any type of smell to him, a huge relief. But it was a bit of a struggle to keep his lips over his teeth and his mouth open wide enough; his jaw ached a bit already. Draco slid his tongue around the cock in his mouth gingerly. When nothing horrible and dramatic happened, he relaxed a bit. Sev wasn’t choking him, only the soft moans slipping from between the other man’s lips let him know he was affecting the other man at all.
“That’s very good, dragon,” the older man murmured, petting his young lover’s head gently. He could barely hold back from digging his fingers into the hair and forcing the boy’s head up and down quicker.
Draco felt the hands on his head and tensed, waiting for the shove downwards or some other indication. But Sev’s hands transferred to his shoulders and dug in, instead. He closed his mouth carefully around the cock finally, and began to suck on it. He felt the tension and ripples of Severus’ thigh muscles, and his breath caught as the older man began to move, thrusting in and out of his mouth. It was quick and hard, increasingly erratic.
“Nearly there, dragon,” Severus choked out the words, barley able to avoid screaming them. “Drink me down, dragon.” His fingers dug into the soft flesh of Draco’s shoulders ever more deeply. The angle and weight forced him to keep his thrusts shallow; he had to lift his pelvis for each one.
Draco’s own cock was twitching, hardening again in response to Sev’s pleasure. The salty, bitter taste was stronger now and he knew he’d better be prepared. He was now extremely grateful for Sev’s kindness and wisdom in picking this position instead of one where he’d basically be fucking Draco’s face. Before he could worry about when that would happen, his mouth was filling with Sev’s hot release. So much of it, he tried to swallow it all, even though it made him slightly queasy, but a lot of it spilled out of his mouth.
Severus abruptly let go of Draco’s shoulders. “Merlin yes! Dragon, you’re so good at this,” he praised softly.
Draco fell back, shuddering to note that the other man was still hard. “How do you do that?” he mumbled, his voice slurring a bit with the aching numbness of his jaw and lips.
Severus almost forgot to reply, taking in the image of his dragon, so beautiful in his shocked, well used state. There were dried tears on the boy’s face, and Sev doubted the young man even knew they were there. Regret filled him almost as quickly as renewed desire. It was terribly wrong that he had to rush this, that he couldn’t give his beloved Draco the time to really want him. This forceful, too fast taking of Draco’s innocence was one more thing that Severus was determined to burn Voldemort for. Without that madman they would have had as long as needed to build up to an intimate relationship. “Do what, dragon?”
“Stay hard even after you come. I never do that.” He cast around for a drink somewhat desperately. Even the wintergreen could only help so much. He pressed a shaking hand to his lips, his stomach twisting up in knots, and his burgeoning erection wasn’t exactly deflating, but it wasn’t really growing as quickly as it should be either.
“Orgasm and ejaculation are very much two separate processes. If you can learn what each feels like independent of the other, you can hold back full ejaculation and prolong”- Severus rolled his eyes. “Very nicely done, but we don’t have time for a lecture on tantric sex and the control of orgasms for sex magic.” He accioed a bottle of wine. “Drink about half of this, dragon,” he pulled Draco up from where he still knelt in frozen shock, doing a quick cleaning charm. He pulled the younger man up to brace them both against the headboard.
With a slow blink Draco took the bottle, “I have never had full strength wine,” he whispered, sadly. He’d been so excited about the prospect of his first family dinner where he was able to drink with his parents, and not be sent to bed early, to interacting with them as an adult. But he took the bottle in pale hands.
Sev wrapped his arms around the young man who, despite being eighteen, was still very much a boy. “I know, dragon,” his throat hurt with the words. “But I don’t know what else to do to help you be ready. Even the potion I use isn’t strong enough apparently, you should be begging me to fuck you, but”- he broke off. “Your fear of this must be terrible, or you’re in love with someone and don’t know it.”
Draco raised shiny gray eyes to Severus’. “Both I think,” he found a tiny smile. “I have always loved to watch you after all.” He pulled at the halfway dislodged cork until it popped out and took a long swig of the wine in a gesture more bravado than anything. ‘I would stare at you as you worked in the lab at the Manor, listen to your voice as you muttered to yourself. I just never really knew why.”
“That’s very good, dragon,” Sev murmured, “I was so worried that you”- he chose his words carefully here “that you would not find anything to enjoy about this.”
Draco was all but chugging the wine now, it was a sweet wine, and he didn’t taste the bitter astringency of the alcohol in it. The strongest drink he’d ever had was the occasional glass of half water half wine for very special dinners and butterbeer. He could get right drunk on this, and perhaps that was for the best. But how did you prepare for what you knew would be very harsh fucking? How did you stay calm and aroused knowing that you would be soon bleeding and writhing?
Severus watched the fluid level drop in the bottle with a sigh. His dragon might be interested, but he wasn’t the least bit willing yet. He cringed at the clumsy barrage of thoughts being sent to him. Draco’s sex dream, he realized, Dear Merlin how could I have forgotten that? He finally pried the bottle away from the death grip his dragon had on it. “That’s enough, give it a few minutes to work now,” he floated it over to the small table he’d gotten it from. “That dream you had this morning isn’t an accurate portrayal of what I’m like, dragon.” He arranged them both so that Draco was laying over him.
“B-but you said- you said I would have to bleed and smell like come.” Draco was fighting a losing battle against chewing his lip, and he flinched as Sev’s hands cupped his chin, and a thumb brushed away tears he hadn’t even known were there.
“Yes but even that can be enjoyable. What’s more, after we meet with the Dark Lord and he is convinced I am both caring for and punishing you properly, I will give you healing potions and a calming draught, then you can rest.” He rubbed his hands up and down Draco’s back. “What do you know about sexual dominance and submission games dragon? I know there’s plenty of trash floating around the Slytherin common room, but I don’t know what the current trends are.”
Draco buried his suddenly burning face into Sev’s shoulder, but the wine was doing its work. He was nearly limp against the other man, and the violent tremors faded. “You mean like tying people down for sex, or maybe using whips or something?”
“Well that answers that,” Severus mumbled. “Do you remember what I said earlier when the dark mark was active and you were afraid I was possessed by it and would hurt you?”
“About how you’re just dominant, sexually, and randy,” Draco nodded. How could he forget the tendril of both excitement and terror that comment had sent through him?
“Yes, well, if you can trust me like you did last week, before you ever saw me as a Death Eater or your master or anything else loaded like that, I will blow your mind, love, I promise.” Sev kept his soothing strokes over those slim shoulders and taut back. “And you’ll still be well used, perhaps bleeding, but you’ll love it. It’s bloody brilliant when done right, and I have a lot of experience.” Now for the tricky bit- convincing his young lover to truly place himself in Snape’s hands “Let me show you, dragon.”
Draco didn’t look up from Sev’s shoulder, but he nodded, just a tiny bit. “Alright,” His body lay full-length against the older man, where they touched was so warm, and Sev’s body was still well-formed and firm and would be for decades more, if the older dark haired man took just minimum care. But he was shocked to realize that he wasn’t much smaller in general, having only a thinner, birdlike frame that had not yet padded out with muscle. This was going to be okay, he really was close enough to being grown, even if he felt like an irrational and overly-emotional child at times.
“Good, you’re starting to see. It’s one of the myriad ways we failed you, dragon; your parents, and I. We never let you test yourself, stretch to your fullest potential. You were never allowed to notice yourself growing up. Bit of a shock, isn’t it?” He flipped them over, pinning the smaller male, “In a few more years you’ll be easily my physical match or better, if you choose to develop your body more than I did.”
The blond youth’s heart sped up, and for a brief second he regretted keeping his hair so short, it would have been lovely spread over the dark green satin pillows, but the sheer sensations bombarding him forced everything else out of his mind. Each brush of satin over his achingly aware back, every hard centimeter of Severus’ war-trained body against his; he felt both trapped and curiously wanton, afraid and yet dizzyingly joyful. It suddenly felt like this was just where he belonged.
“Very good, dragon, very, very good,” Severus murmured, “I knew you were a submissive, and in you, it goes to the very core, doesn’t it? You were always such an obedient, eager to please boy, and you’re going to stay that way for me, aren’t you, dragon?” Eventually Draco would have to grow into a confident, strong leader who bowed to no one. But he would break his dragon, if only to his touch alone. He wrapped his fingers tightly in the boyishly short waves of Draco’s hair, pulling the youth’s head back to expose a long, creamy stretch of neck. No Malfoy would ever sport a tan, no matter how much sun they took. Tans were for porn stars and muggle dock workers, in the admittedly elitist view of the Pureblood families.
“Yes sir, Sev,” Draco answered his eyes glassy with the potent combinations of innocence and desire, of terror and obedience. It was beyond difficult to lay there, his throat exposed to the dark wizard he’d seen slit someone else’s just two days ago, and the rest of him vulnerable as well. He felt like his limbs were too heavy to move, and yet his blood seemed to flow like sparkling wine through him. The potions and wine were finally kicking in and Draco wanted, no needed to feel Sev’s wonderful, horrible blood and come stained hands upon him.
Severus found himself smiling, though it was not a reassuring one. “Your whole body is limp, dragon, except your cock. I don’t even have to try, you just hand yourself right over to me.” He poured oil over his hands again, until his fingers shone with it, and the bottle had to float in the air because even his sure grip couldn’t hold the little glass bottle. He watched the dazed and drunk youth on the bed, who was now watching him with a strange combination of hunger and patience.
“C’mon Sev, you know we can’t put it off anymore.” Draco slurred. “And you don’t really want to anyway. What’s next?” he giggled suddenly struck funny by the idea that he’d kept himself so sheltered that he didn’t even know, exactly, what fucking another man entailed. Despite having watching and dreamed of Sev for years, probably longer than Sev had seen him as desirable.
“I’m going to ask even more of you, dragon,” Severus whispered, “I’m going to ask you to remember that although this time will be painful and frightening, they won’t all be. I’m still going to open you with my fingers for just a bit. It won’t be enough, you’ll tear and bleed. But I can feel the Dark Lord’s presence coming nearer, so it’ll have to do.” He slid a well oiled finger into the younger man’s incredibly hot and tight channel.
Draco’s teeth dug into his lower lip, he felt the burning, stretching pain. His muscles contracted and tried to push out the invading digit. But the oil Sev had made left cold and hot trails inside and he squirmed, suddenly overcome with another burst of desire. It enabled him to relax his muscles just bit, to hear and think through the pain.
“Dragon, breathe- don’t tense up.” Severus felt torn between the explosions of savage need and satisfaction inside of him, and useless pity. If he didn’t finish this, someone would- most likely without even this little bit of consideration. That thought allowed him to slide his finger in and out a couple times, and then add a second. He had to fight to get both fingers fully inserted. The slick, hot cavern of Draco’s ass clenched around his fingers.
Draco was staring up at the ceiling, his eyes shimmering with tears, his lip crushed between his teeth. At this point only the lube and the potion enabled him to stay still and not sob openly. But then Sev’s finger’s brushed across something and he gasped suddenly, pleasure flooding him. Over and over again Sev hit that spot with quick, hard thrusts of his fingers. The boy felt himself relaxing a precious little bit and his cock was stirring again.
Breathing a nearly silent thank you to whatever kind deity had listened to his pleas, Severus slid his fingers out and poured oil over his cock, rubbing it and then wrapping a hand around Draco’s.
Draco saw stars, his breath coming hard and fast, and his heart thrummed in his chest. Sev’s hand on his cock made him cry out and squirm, begging. “Sev, please, please.”
“Sorry, dragon,” he whispered, entering the boy with a quick, hard thrust. His wards twanged with the Dark Lord’s magic, and he opened them. The channel tightened almost unbearably around his cock. It was hot and wet, and still so tight, even with the tearing.
Draco screamed and thrashed around, every part of him struggling against the cock inside of him. This was the worst pain he’d ever felt. He felt himself tear to accommodate Sev’s lethal cock. Each thrust burned and tore, his body finally giving in, he fell back sobbing. “Sev…” his fingers dug into the older man’s shoulders, “It hurts….” The words had to squeeze past the pain to be heard.
Sev leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Draco’s forehead. “I know, dragon,” he mumbled, changing angles a bit, desperately seeking that little bump he’d found with his fingers. He ran his cock across it over and over again, a combination of blood and lube slicking the way- and he murmured a spell he’d created.
The blond was screaming for a different reason now. The pain hadn’t eased entirely, but his muscles opened to Sev’s thrusts, and the blood slicked the way more, so the burning was less. Then the older man had hit that spot, and each thrust combined pleasure with the pain. He felt strong, sure hands stroking his cock, though Sev’s were on either side of his head, propping the larger man up as he thrust. Then he lost the ability to do anything but scream and cling.
Severus let the Death Eater inside of his rise, with a snarl, and he wrenched Draco’s orgasm from him with several brutal jerks on his cock. The boy’s muscles clenched around him in the middle of his release, and that was enough to push the older man over the edge himself.
Draco saw stars and felt another glossy layer of pain-pleasure when Sev’s come filled him with its heat and salt stinging his torn flesh. His eyes fluttered shut and blackness closed in around him. When Snape jerked him awake by a mental command too strong to ignore, he knew that the Dark Lord was present.
He tried to roll out of bed, but his legs didn’t quite work yet, and he landed with a thump on the wooden floor. Slowly he pulled himself to his knees, keeping his eyes lowered. His legs felt too weak to support his weight, even kneeling and he squirmed at the cold slide of blood, lube and come down the backs of his thighs. It wasn’t hard to show his masters his very real shame and pain. Because he did hurt, inside and out, worse than he ever had before except those couple times under a cruciatus.
“Enjoying yourself, I see, young Malfoy.” Voldemort grinned, his nearly lipless mouth twisting in horrific parody of amusement. “I knew you’d be such a good little slut. You’re bleeding like you’ve been stabbed, and yet you still came for him. Would you come for me, Draco?” the unexpectedly gentle tone of the question made it worse somehow. “Would you writhe beneath the hands that tortured your own father last night?” Soulless red eyes roamed over the pale, perfect bodies of his two favored servants, “Come to me, I want to see my most loyal follower’s work on you.”
Draco could barely crawl over to the snake-man, his body shook with the effort, and he slumped forward onto the floor at the Dark Lord’s feet. He was revolted by the prospect of touching this creature, but he would prove to Sev that he was worthy of all the older man could teach and give him, worthy of the trust placed in him as the spy’s chosen successor. “My lord, though I am my master’s devoted servant, my loyalty to you remains unchanged.” Well that was certainly true.
“I-I live to serve you my, Dark Lord.” That was less true, but he reminded himself of Snape’s words last night. ‘Just consider this the cost of living’ and he made himself continue, “If I can do so with my flesh, then I am honored to do so.” Draco didn’t bother to hide his terror, or the breaks in his voice. The Dark Lord was sadistic enough to like knowing the already broken youth wouldn’t enjoy following those orders. He swayed a bit, even on his knees, as he tried to catch a glimpse of Snape’s expression.
“Very pretty, Draco, your father and Severus have given you excellent manners.” Voldemort loomed over to the kneeling youth and grabbed his chin hard enough to bruise; he jerked the boy’s head up to meet his gaze. “Why isn’t the boy walking, Severus? You didn’t do anything… regrettable, did you?”
His glowing red eyes plowed into the unprotected depths of the blond youth’s mind without waiting for an answer. He shredded his way through the memory of Severus’ initiation of the boy, and cackled gleefully. “Oh, Severus, you evil bastard! The games you play, even with this innocent boy. You hurt him and made him love you so, that he begs you to hurt him again. Tell me, my loyal servant- is he a good little cock sucker? Are his blood and tears as delicious as they look?”
“Better, my lord. His very body fought my possession, even as he begged me. The boy will do anything for me now, take any pain or humiliation in my name,” the black haired man smirked, “I’m his god now.” His dragon would just have to carry the day, for there was no way for him to cast an imperius this time without Voldemort knowing.
“In just a night? Oh, Severus, I must see this for myself. Pick some task for him, that you know he will despise, and command him to do it before me this instant.” The Dark Lord flicked his wand, cleaning the blond and doing a minor healing spell. “There now, all ready to begin again. I want to see you fuck him again today Severus- but first!- his task.”
Draco shrieked at the harsh scouring of the cleaning spell on his sore anus, his stomach plunging to the ground, heart filling with dread. Voldemort had only barely healed the tearing, he would still be mercilessly sore for the foreseeable future. The oily darkness of the magic made him feel dirtier than he had with Sev’s come and his own blood all over him.
Severus pretended to ponder for a few seconds. “Present yourself to the Dark Lord for his pleasure, Draco, offer him whatever he wishes.” He couldn’t deny the thrill rushing through him at the knowledge that he could command, and Draco would obey, even if it was the Dark Lord who was the completely unworthy recipient of that benefit. It made him think about whom he would share this lovely youth with if he had his choice.
“Yes, sir,” Draco whispered, stamping out the sudden flare of panicked betrayal. It wasn’t like this was a shock; Sev had been sowing the seeds for this all along. He got a little kick out of obeying though. He felt such peace and joy when he knew Sev was pleased with him. He always had, even as a small boy. He wondered, now, if that might not have been deliberate.
“An excellent idea,” the snake man agreed, eyes glittering with greedy lust, “Prove to me you’re more use to me than your very stupid and disloyal father. Be a good little whore and suck my cock while I tell you how I’ve taught Lucius a valuable lesson. I sent him home on a leash with your mother. He’s still alive and you’ll be able to visit him if Greyback permits him to leave the compound.” Voldemort’s evil cackle echoed off the walls and he pulled out his cock, enormous, red and shiny with pre-ejaculate already. “But first you will thank me for this chance to redeem your soiled family to my glory. Thank me for sparing your father’s useless, pathetic hide and for my mercy in giving you to your new master, Severus.”
Draco stared at the Dark Lord in undisguised horror for several long seconds, he swallowed hard and “Th-thank you, great Dark Lord, for allowing me to- to redeem my family and for sparing my father’s life. Thank you, for giving me to my new master.” He rattled off the words and each one hurt coming out. It made him more than eager to put the cock in his mouth just to wash the taste away. He leaned forward, eyes closing to slide his mouth over the disgusting thing. It didn’t even look human; it was scaly and writhed grotesquely as if prehensile like a true snake.
Voldemort held out a hand to stop him, “Not yet, boy. I want you to tell me what you really think of your family’s muddy name,” the Dark Lord demanded further cruel denouncements of his family and more detailed and lurid descriptions of Draco’s unworthiness. “Beg me for my cock, stupid slut.” He rifled his fingers through Draco’s white-blond waves almost gently. “Lie to me, and tell me how much you want it. Make me believe it.”
Draco was completely sobbing now; each word against his family burned and caused physical pain, as well as emotional torment. Damn Voldemort! The evil creature knew the loyalty spells heirs were placed under. He knew what forcing the boy to denounce his family name would do. He grabbed the chance to leave that section of this endless torment behind and focus instead on debasing himself “P-please let me suck your cock, Dark Lord, that is my only value to you. I want the glory of knowing your passion.” He spoke quickly, trying to get the words out before his stomach rebelled.
“It’s not very convincing, young Malfoy.” The Dark Lord crooned, “You’ll have to do better than that with the actual sucking. Shut up and begin, your prattle is displeasing.” The whole scene seemed to add to Voldemort’s twisted lust; his cock was harder and throbbing, twitching and writhing unnaturally, coated heavily in slick pre-come now.
Somehow Draco managed to put his mouth over the hideous thing, to relax and just focus on keeping his teeth covered while Voldemort drove his cock down his throat, deeper and harder than Severus had. He choked and teared up, just as he’d been warned he would. But there was no shifting the horrid thing in anyway. It moved like a living thing inside of him and he felt bile burning up his throat, and tried to block out the poisonous hissing of Voldemort’s voice telling him in great detail what he’d done to Draco’s father.
“Oh yesss… The fear and pain, how you hate this…” Voldemort petted the head he held still for his frenzied thrusts. He reached down and grabbed the boy’s limp cock in one pale, scaly hand. “I’m going to make you come for me. You’re going to like this more than you thought, and then you’ll never get me out of your head.” He laughed as he jerked the cock in his hand brutally. “Severus! Bring me that potion that will let me come down his throat. And feed him something to make him come, like the little slut he is.”
Draco took the momentary respite offered when the Dark Lord pulled out of his throat, even as his stomach heaved and he vomited all over the floor. He watched, his eyes wide, as Snape came over, the older man’s black eyes burning and the darkness rolling off of him. The boy was reminded that his protector, although fundamentally good, had very real darkness too. There was an unmistakable bulge pressing against the older man’s robes. He remembered what the older man had said about being dominant, and shuddered to realize that his master enjoyed commanding him, even if they both wanted the evil snake man dead, and even though he’d thought he’d seen a flash of something- some pity or sadness in the other man’s eyes.
Severus tsked, “What a mess you’ve made, you stupid child. I ought to let you reap the consequences of your failure at even this easy task. But I won’t, because I am a good master.” He jerked the boy’s head back and dumped another, larger vial of his special potion down the boy’s throat. “I’m not cleaning this mess up. You’ll just have to sit in it while you finish your task.”
Voldemort laughed, “Oh I do love that you live up to your name, Severus! But the smell offends me, so clean it anyway and find some other way to punish the boy.” He took a vial of the red potion being offered him. “This is the usual mixture, Severus?”
“Indeed it is my lord. With an added touch- every delightful sensation will be increased tenfold. It will produce emissions after only a minute of stimulus.” Severus told the snake man, cringing internally, offering silent apology to the horrified boy. There wasn’t anything he’d ever be able to do to make this up. Having manipulated the evil creature into allowing him to clean poor Draco up, he did so with a quick cleansing spell, taking the unplanned chance to add a silent imperious.
Draco’s eyes widened as he felt the spell take effect. The floating, cloud-like haze filling his mind was familiar only because his father had insisted on him knowing the effects of each unforgivable first hand, even a second or two of cruciatus, with the notable exception of the killing curse. His only desire was to obey whatever his Master said. Severus’ voice filled his blank mind.
“Dragon, the potion I gave you probably won’t work any better than it did earlier, despite the higher dose, but if it doesn’t you will act like it did. You’re going to take the Dark Lord’s cock in your mouth and swallow his come down with as much enthusiasm and skill as you did mine, but you will still show your true feelings as you do. It will amuse him to see you torn between the ‘potion’ and your real reactions. You have to do this, love, because he can’t know that you’re unaffected by lust potions. And you will come for him, no matter what horrible things he says or how little you feel any pleasure or desire. Think of this as a game, a way to show me how obedient and good you are, a way to drive me insane with desire and envy.”
The blond youth set to his task using every little trick he could remember Sev using on him. His cursed brain narrowed the focus down to only two things- make the snake man come so that his true master would see how good he was, and come so that his master would know how joyfully he obeyed. Some small part of Draco left untouched by the spell shuddered in the back of his mind, even though he was grateful for the assist in not blowing their cover. He could only hope that Sev would obliviate him afterward.
“Oh I like this,” Voldemort gasped, dragging Draco’s head down and fucking the boy’s mouth. “Have you ever cruicioed someone while you fuck them? Their whole body spasms and jerks, tightening up most delightfully.”
The half-aware part of Draco tensed, remembering all too well what that horrific spell felt like. He set to work licking and sucking, moaning softly against the snake man. Please, please let him come soon! Let this be over quickly, and please, please don’t let him be able to talk anymore! He felt himself hardening in the scaly fingers, his mind going to the dark haired potions master who was his true lord. See, see, my liege? I’m good and I want you so badly. Watch me do this, you want me, the frantic spell-compelled thoughts spun around in Draco’s mind, and he offered up his unwilling desire to Severus, who was watching with mingled horror and desire of his own.
Mercifully, the potion was quick, and Voldemort came violently, unable to actually continue speaking for several long seconds. The Dark Lord shoved the nearly catatonic youth away from his oversensitive and spent cock, tucking himself back into his robes. “Fuck him now, Severus, fuck him with my come still dripping from his chin. I want you both to never forget who really owns you.”
“How do you want me to position ourselves, my lord?” Severus asked aloud, sending mental reassurance to Draco. Remember what I said about screams of pleasure or pain, dragon. You will relax for me, let me in dragon and we’ll pull off a neat trick. This time might actually be more enjoyable than the last, even though you’re still sore.
Draco slumped a bit in relief, almost grateful for something taking his mind off the disgusting taste and feel of the Dark Lord’s come still in his mouth and drying on his face. He focused on every sensation connected to Snape; warm, strong hands were strangely gentle as they maneuvered him into place over a padded ottoman.
Voldemort flicked his wand and a mirror appeared in front of Draco’s face. “There now I can see his eyes while you use him, Severus. Make him bleed and squeal for you, and make him come this time too. You’ll save it for the binding potion that we discussed. This is a brilliant plan; we’ll purify your filthy blood and continue the Malfoy line at the same time.”
“Yes, my lord.” Severus’ veiled eyes and carefully blank face revealed none of his sudden horror. He set up the quick spell to collect Draco’s emissions with a heavy heart. This wasn’t something he could fake. All he could hope for was that the Potter boy killed the snake bastard before he was required to carry the binding to its ultimate conclusion- which would be the total and permanent enslavement of Draco to Severus with the sole purpose of making a magical pregnancy possible. But at least he was able to slip in a quick, silent lubrication spell at the same time. When you come, you’ll faint as you always do. Stay unconscious until I wake you, he mentally commanded.
Draco paled and his eyes filled with horrified tears, but his body gave no reaction to the sudden cool wetness filling him. He was wetter than he’d been when Sev took him the first time, and he wondered if that would help. He felt ghostly fingers sliding in and out of him, as Sev’s had, over and over again, running over the bump inside of him. He was soon screaming in an incredible mix of pleasure-pain that really was much better than before.
The blond youth screamed a little harder, the pain a little stronger than the pleasure as Sev slammed his cock into him all at once. Remembering the command to show his true emotions, he let himself sob, let the pained betrayal in his eyes show. And the snake-man still wanted him to come, Severus wanted him to come. His cock hardened unbearably and the mix of sensations made him spill into his master’s hand, where it was collected into a vial instantly.
“You’ll be such a pretty thing when your stomach is swollen with a child, your delectable titties full and ripe. A few months in you’ll even grow a cunt to pass the child. We’ll both fuck you then,” the Dark Lord whispered his plans.
Severus drove into Draco’s pliant flesh harder, unexpectedly aroused by the thought, though he had no intention of sharing his boy with Voldemort again. He’d be lucky if the poor child didn’t kill himself. But the thought of doing this with someone they could desire- now that thought drove the black haired man into frenzy, and he came explosively inside Draco’s abused and torn hole.
Draco had fainted after his unwilling orgasm, just as he did for others. He lay mercifully unconscious as come spilled out of him tinted red with blood. The Dark Lord smiled, and it made Severus shudder internally. Nothing good ever happened when Voldemort smiled like that. “I must be going, Severus. Bring him to the revel next week, Severus, and you will both be my favored lovers for the night, now that Lucius is indisposed. Have you seen him by the way? Greyback will be looking for him in a few days.”
For a few minutes longer the Dark Lord and his supposedly loyal follower discussed what potions and information would be needed, what Draco should be trained in and such, “He is beautiful, Severus, in his brokenness,” Voldemort’s words were soft, but instead of comfort it made one feel unclean.
“Indeed, my lord. Will you have him bear you a child, as well? I will need to collect some of your essence for the potion if so.” Severus commented, while in some dark place his soul screamed at the thought.
“Of course not, my seed is too precious to waste on him. I have my eye on one of the nubile young witches.” With that the Dark Lord apparated elsewhere.
When Severus could no longer feel any trace of Voldemort, he snapped the wards tightly into place once more and cast a thorough cleansing charm on the boy, and whispered “Finite Incantatem.”
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