End of Obsession | By : Juwel Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 50501 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 9 |
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At precisely two in the afternoon, Severus concluded his lesson with Draco, and headed back to his room to repack his belongings. The mirror was still on his bed, he noted, and he promptly shut off the enchantment. It was impossible to know if Lucius had used it or not, but as the portrait had remained face down in Harry's bedroom, Severus found he didn't much care. If Lucius had listened in on their little fun last night, it would only collaborate Severus's account that all had been mutually agreeable.
It didn't surprise him either when Lucius rapped on the door halfway through his proceedings. There wasn't a lot to repack, so Severus left it, and answered the door.
"Preparing to leave, I see?" Lucius drawled, looking at the trunks sitting ready in the corner. Severus swore that if Lucius had been an animal, he'd be whining. As it was, he sounded uncharacteristically plaintive.
"I thought it best to have things organised," Severus replied, giving things a quick check before cancelling the spell. He hadn't expected to finish before Lucius came anyway. "That way I can concentrate on you and not have anything else in the back of my mind." It was a line worthy of Lucius, Severus felt. In truth, there was a bond between them. Severus could regret it, but he could not deny it.
"Hmmph," Lucius only said. He was gripping his walking stick hard, rubbing the snake head as if to comfort himself. "I imagine you'll want to do this in another room."
Severus glanced at him, and occurred to him that this would be a challenge, not pursuing the sexual side of things today. The lure was strong. "I believe you have chambers devoted to this area--which as I recall you made use of during . . . you know. A fresh set of memories there might do you good."
"True," Lucius conceded. He did not move.
So it was going to be that way, Severus thought--and meanwhile, he was losing time, taking care of his affairs here, Harry waiting for him. Severus took Lucius by the arm, leading him out of the bedroom. "You'll have to show me the way. I do not know the entire layout of your house." He couldn't help the sneer that came into his voice.
"Indeed," Lucius said, but he quickened his pace somewhat, leading Severus down the stairs to the main floor, and then down further, to dungeon, past the holding cell where they had kept Ollivander and the Lovegoods. Down here was where they had held their meeting with the Death Eaters, where Voldemort had murdered Professor Burbage. And also down here was the interrogation chamber, where Voldemort had lovingly held his 'loyalty sessions' with any Death Eater he felt needed reminders. Including Lucius and himself.
The two of them stood in the cold stone room, looking at the implements of torture--a stretching rack, a whipping post, and shelves on the wall holding things such as chain floggers, leather whips, and shackles. Severus knew they were both feeling the ghosts of their past, the terrible memories of being subjugated here. For himself, however, the past quickly slipped into the possibilities of the present. He walked over to the shelves and perused the toys there. He had used his belt last time, and he did have a particular fondness for leather, but today he needed something harsher. The whip was probably exactly what Lucius needed. He picked it up, along with a smooth wooden paddle and shackles.
Lucius looked lost in the center of the room, his face grey, a stoop to his shoulders. Severus set down his toys near the whipping post, then walked over and grabbed Lucius by the hair, forcing him to his knees. "Get your head out of the past, Lucius. Today, you are mine."
The ease with which Severus was able to bring Lucius to his knees told him how much Lucius needed this. The lost look was replaced by one of calm acceptance, submission. Severus rewarded him by petting Lucius's hair, as he spoke. "Again, you will undress for me, quickly and expediently. You will then stand, facing the whipping post. You are going to submit to me today and pay in pain for the damages you have done to your family with your association to the Dark Lord. You will count out my strokes, and you may not come unless I give you a direct order. You will maintain a respectful attitude regardless of what I say and do. Do you understand and agree, boy?"
A shudder went through Lucius. He closed his eyes for a second, then opened them, looking calmly into Severus's eyes. "I do, Sir," Lucius said in his smooth cultured voice. Severus would be lying to say that it didn't have an immediate effect on him. To dominate such a young and willing submissive as Harry was one kind of pleasure. But to dominate someone who was both older and more powerful, not to mention very attractive . . . well, that was a very different kind of pleasure. One that Severus had to admit he hoped he could continue.
Pleased by both Lucius's submissive attitude as well as his answer, Severus nodded. "Go ready yourself, then." He watched as Lucius quietly but quickly began to undress, granting the man a nod as Lucius folded his things and set them aside. In short order, Lucius was standing before the whipping post in proper form, legs well apart, hands clasped in front of him, head down. Severus walked over and gathering up the long hair falling down Lucius's broad back, tying it up and out of the way. He felt a shiver go through the man. Smiling, Severus trailed his finger down between Lucius's shoulder blades, down the small of his back. Merlin, yes. It would be difficult to keep sex out of this.
"Your orders, Sir?" Lucius said in a soft voice. Severus shushed him. Reaching around him, Severus took the shackles and closed the cold metal around Lucius's wrists. A flick of his wand, and they were locked, obeying his command alone. Severus guided Lucius to bring his wrists up to the post where a chain hung, and neatly attacked the shackles to the chain, effectively making sure that Lucius would not be leaving this spot without his express permission. Through it all, Lucius said nothing, breathing slowly and deeply. He was also half hard, Severus noted.
Severus took several steps back, brandishing the whip. "Tell me why you are here. What transgressions are you paying for today with your pain?" It was formal and ritualistic, he knew. But there was comfort in form and ritual. He understood this, and so did Lucius.
Lucius took a deep breath, his head bowed. "I abased myself before an insane wizard. I gave over myself and my family to an evil that I did not comprehend."
With no expression whatsoever, Severus swung. Lucius flinched as the whip popped, and a red welt appeared on his upper back. "Continue," Severus said.
"One, thank you," Lucius said. He took another breath. "I humiliated myself."
Another pop, another welt. Severus could hear Lucius starting to breathe a little harder. "Keep going."
"Yes, Sir, two. I endangered my wife and son." Severus watched as the muscles in Lucius's back twitch at the sharp pain of the whip. This time he struck a little harder, drawing a thin line of blood on his shoulder. Lucius hissed.
"Elaborate," Severus drawled. He wasn't letting Lucius get off so easily.
His words wavered a little with the count. "I endangered them by first working to bring about the return of the Dark Lord. I endangered them by failing to bring the prophecy to the Dark Lord from the Ministry. And worst, I allowed the Dark Lord to stay here, and Mark my son." Severus could hear the emotion starting to come into Lucius's voice, battling with his famous self control. The pain would help bring it out further, Severus knew. He gave three strokes in quick succession, and was rewarded when Lucius cried out, jerking away from the whip's cruel kisses.
"Yes, particularly that last," Severus said in a severe tone, thinking of that poor damaged young man upstairs. "Tell me how you failed your son."
Severus thought he saw a shudder go through Lucius, but he wasn't sure. He did see, however, how Lucius's head drooped a little as he replied. "I thought I was teaching him the value of pureblood families. I thought I would be bringing about a better world for him. Instead, he and I narrowly escaped being sent to Azkaban for the rest of our lives. He is marked for life as a Death Eater. I don't know if I will ever be able to raise our family name to an acceptable level again. Right now, he is entirely without prospects." Lucius let out a slow breath, his shoulders hunched.
"Indeed," Severus said, but he did not strike just yet. "Thankfully, he has his own talents. But you'll have to let him use those without interference. And note well, that some markings, and some wounds cannot be seen." Two strokes of the whip, across the other shoulder. Lucius cried out loudly, and this time Severus was certain it was not the physical pain, but the emotional pain that he was bringing out. "Keep going," he urged, pacing a little, back and forth. "You are not done yet with your restitution." He wanted to see a total breakdown. Only with that could this inner poison be drained.
This time, Lucius had to take several breaths before he could speak. He dutifully gave the count, then said, "He watched--the Dark Lord made him watch. Narcissa said the last year has made me look drained, wasted. It's made our son look like an old man. And I hear him, at night. He has nightmares." His voice broke, and Severus heard a sound escape him that sounded suspiciuosly like a sob.
Three more strikes with the whip, and this time, Lucius did break down, cries dissolving into tears that wracked his entire body, as another thin line of blood ran down his back. The welts for the most part did not even break the skin, but Severus knew it sometimes took a deeper cut to truly set the submission rolling, the catharsis. He set down the whip, satisfied, and walked over to lay a hand on Lucius's shoulder, offering a silent strong presence, witnessing this, supporting it. He did not offer any comfort, however. It wasn't the time for that yet.
Lucius bowed his head, bringing his manacled hands up to cover his face. He wasn't hard now, Severus noted, but he would be again by the time they were through. Punishment, and then reward. It was a cycle as old as time. Severus jumped just a little when Lucius reached out to take hold of Severus's leg, abasing himself before Severus. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," Lucius whispered, voice raw, wrecked.
"I'm not the ones you need to say that to," Severus said quietly. Lucius nodded, and this time Severus did reach down to pet Lucius's silken hair, offering comfort at last. They remained like that for a few minutes, as Lucius's tears began to dry. Severus knew that this session would stand out for a long time in Lucius's mind, clearly delineated from the abuse he had suffered under Lord Voldemort. Pain and humiliation did not have to be evil. It was also a tool for healing.
"Yes, Sir," Lucius said at last, taking a deep breath. He looked up at Severus, and there was a calmness to his face now, an acceptance. "Are we done?"
They could be, Severus reflected, but he hated to leave things here. He generally preferred offering reward after punishment. "I am willing to give you a different pain, a more . . . pleasant. . . one to leave you with. This time you may come, when I give permission, and you may touch yourself. How does that sound to you?" He would not be surprised if Lucius decided he didn't want pleasure at this time. Then again, this was Lucius. Severus hardly thought he would pass on the opportunity.
Lucius's blinked in surprise, and he looked at Severus pleadingly. "Yes. Please,, Sir," he begged, kneeling with legs well apart to show his flagging erection starting to return.
Severus allowed the hint of a smile to cross his face. He released the manacles, sending them back to the shelf with a flick of his wand, and summoned the paddle into his hand. "Hands and knees," he directed Lucius, moving to stand behind the man once he was in position. There was nothing like an old-fashioned spanking for the true masochist.
Avoiding the welts on Lucius's back, Severus ran his hand over the firm flesh of Lucius's posterior, feeling an old scar here and there, presumably from another Master--Voldemort. The skin was somewhat cool, which wasn't surprising, given the chill in the dungeons. He rubbed the smooth grain of the wood over the flesh, teasing Lucius with it. There was no question about Lucius wanting it--his cock jutted out proudly between his legs, and Severus had to once again remind himself that he wasn't going to initate anything sexual beyond the spanking.
"There's no need to count these," Snape said, and began using the paddle, lightly at first, warming up the skin and providing new sensations for Lucius's body to grow accustomed to. Lucius sighed, muscles in his legs flexing, adjusting his weight a little so that he could balance himself on one hand, bringing the other hand down to wrap around his cock. He looked up at Severus beseechingly.
"May I?"
He'd already given permission, of course, but it was good that Lucius wasn't being presumptive as to when he could start, Severus thought with satisfaction. It really was too bad they might have to end this part of their relationship, just when Lucius was actually starting to submit and behave himself. He nodded, giving a slightly harder spank. "Yes, you may." Lucius moaned, pulling on his cock, rocking his hips a little. Severus pulled his arm further back, and let him have a harder slap of the wood. Lucius grunted.
Severus knew he was teasing Lucius by varying his strokes and his timing, but he couldn't help it. It was almost mesermizing to watch the man as he started to toss off, slowly at first, in counter time with the paddle. Eventually, however, Severus began to build up a pace, alternating between each side of Lucius's firm buttocks, gradually also increasing the force of his blows. The skin took on a rosy tone, and by the sounds of Lucius's moans, he was enjoying himself. Severus tried to remind himself that he wasn't supposed to enjoy watching this as much as he did, but unfortunately, that couldn't be helped. He was a sadist, after all, and Lucius's pain was his pleasure. The best he could do was assure himself that the erection that this was causing would later hopefully be taken care of by his new lover.
Also, hopefully, that Harry wouldn't have a fit when they talked about this.
Lucius, meanwhile, began to stroke himself off harder, grunting again, eyes half closed in concentration. There was a faint blush on his cheeks, and Severus realised that this was faintly humiliating for him, tossing off in front of him, without another activity to focus on. Severus gave him a particularly hard spank. Lucius cried out, hips jerking, fisting himself.
"Yes, Sir--please," he begged, resuming his pace and opening his eyes. "May I please come?"
Severus knew his eyes were dark with lust. "Yes. Do it."
With a groan, Lucius stroked himself off quickly, and it wasn't long before he was coming, soundlessly, his eyes clenched shut. Severus stopped the paddling but could not help himself from running his hand over Lucius's bare arse, feeling the red heated skin. Lucius groaned again, as Severus's short nails brushed over the sensitive skin. "I needed that," Lucius conceded.
"You did," Severus agreed. The scene was over, as far as he was concerned. He leaned over and kissed Lucius lightly on the lips, then took a step back.
As he helped Lucius clean himself and get dressed again, there was a feeling of peace, of satisfaction. Hopefully at this point, things would become a little easier between himself and the Malfoy family.
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