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Droit de seigneur	By : knj4k4 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 35865 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 12
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Snape

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The sharp rapping of knuckles on wood ruined Severus' concentration and he cursed. The rod with which he was easing change into an experimental potion jerked and the whole concoction went up in smoke. He cursed again and with a jarring movement from his long fingers conjured a rag to clean the stains from his face .

The rapping came again before Severus reached the door to his personal quarters. He threw it open, a snarl on his lips only to come up empty when his nighttime guest proved to be Dumbledore himself.

Severus breathed sharply out his nose to control the aborted rage. "Headmaster, what unruly hell has forced you to my door at this late hour?"

Dumbledore merely smiled congenially and nodded at the less then polite inquiry. "I do apologize for the late hour however as it seems you are up and about, perhaps you could invite me in?"

Dumbledore began pressing inside before Severus could do so.

"Of course." Severus muttered as Dumbledore walked past him.

Helpless to defend his privacy, Severus refused to offer Dumbledore a nightcap and instead grabbed a glass of scotch for himself. Dumbldore didn't seem bothered and simply conjured his own.

"So..." Severus prompted wishing the meeting over.

"Ah yes, due to the unavoidable danger our school was in last year, and keeping in mind unavoidable dangers that may occur this year, Hogwarts and I have devised a new protection for the faculty." Dumbledore lifted his beard to reach into a pocket on his chest and retrieve a sparkling metallic chain. He admired it for a moment before lifting twinkling blue eyes at Severus. "This will key you into these new protections."

He handed it to Severus who reached out with an inquisitive hand. "I didn't feel any changes to the wards."

He none the less admired the organic feel of the spellwork woven in to the chain.

"Yes well, the changes will not go up until all the faculty are wearing these chains."

Severus nodded, reluctantly admitting that his question had been stupid. "And will all the faculty be keyed into these new wards?"

Dumbledore looked at Severus over his half-moon glasses, "I cannot think of a reason why not."

Severus held in a snarl. "Surely I have made my disagreements clear. The wolf is not to be trusted and with Black running around..."

"Severus," Dumbledore interrupted, his eyes intent, "Surely I am not hearing derision towards your fellow educators."

Severus snorted and looked away. "How do I enact it?" He asked instead.

"You clasp it around your ankle." Dumbledore lifted his robe to show off a slender chain settled over thick pink woolly socks.

Severus sneered at the bright pink sock and dutifully leaned down to fasten it around his own ankle. As soon as the anklet clasped around his ankle, Severus knew something was wrong. He jerked his head up to see in Dumbledore's place sat Luna Lovegood, the second year.

She smiled at him and glanced to the corner of the room where Harry Potter was pulling an invisibility cloak off himself and Neville Longbottom.

"Potter," Severus snapped, "What is the meaning of this?"

Luna just giggled and Potter moved around Severus, who stood, to pat the blond second year on her blonde hair.

"My dear Severus," Severus hissed at Potter.

"You will treat me with respect Potter..."

"Be silent." Harry snapped, impatient with Snape's impertinence. "You have been the bane of my days for almost three years now." He motioned Neville forward and Snape flicked his wand in to his hand, angry that he couldn't speak.

"Drop that." Harry ordered, his blood pounding at the threat to his beloved.

Neville picked up the dropped wand before it could roll under the couch and handed it to Harry who spun it in his fingers.

Snape trembled in rage and not a little fear. He wasn't at all sure what was happening, but being helpless was never good.

"My dear Severus Snape." Harry began again after assuring himself that Neville was safe. "You should be honored. You will be the first adult in my new world order."

Snape glared, his hatred for the boy and the boy's father spitting from his black eyes. He did however recognize the danger and so didn't reach out to Harry in hopes the boy would forget to order him not to move.

Harry merely smiled at him. He ran a hand over Luna's cheek and she purred as she leaned into it, her silver eyes slipping closed. Neville was treated to the same handling but the boy opened his mouth and allowed Harry's finger to slip inside. Neville sucked on it breafly making Harry smile. "These are two of my pets, my first." He shot Snape a glance full of smug amusement. "But not my last."

Severus caught Luna's eyes and quickly goasted her mind to find out what was wrong with her. Nothing in her mind made sense, as though she lived in another world. He attempted it with Neville but was blocked by a wall of adoration focused on Harry. It was bone deep and genuine.

"Sure they loved me before," Harry told him and Severus left Longbottom's mind, "but now I am their god."

He aproached Severus and ran a finger down Severus' potion stained chest. "I'll be your god too."

Severus took his chance and hit Potter's throat with the bridge of his hand. The boy choked and stumbled back but Severus caught him. He ripped his wand from Potter's hand and turned it on the boy in his arms. He still couldn't speak but the meaning in his eyes was clear. Neville and Luna jumped up but froze, their attempt to help aborted.

The standoff lasted for some time as Severus couldn't order the brainwashed children to let him by. Unfortunately, he took so long to cross the room, Harry got his wind back. "Stop." He gasped out and Severus froze.

"let..me..go." He coughed out. unwillingly, Severus released him and Harry snatched back the wand. Neville ran over to Harry while Luna bound Snape. She found an easing potion on Severus' shelves and passed it to Harry with concerned eyes.

Neville fed it to him and helped him hold it.

"Fuck." Harry coughed on a laugh. "Well, we'll have to keep that in mind.''

Neville and Luna returned his grin warily unhappy at the pain Harry was in. "Severus, never attack any of us again." Harry directed and Severus relaxed into inaction.

Harry gazed up at Neville from the floor and finally said, "Well, what shall we do with him?"

"He's a smart one master," Luna answered, "He will find a way around it if we leave him uncompleted."

Harry nodded, "Alright then. Neville keep an eye on him while I teach Luna how to draw the runic circle."

Severus swallowed, the threat growing in his mind.

"See this here?" Harry directed softly as Luna followed him around while he drew on recently cleared space with the tip of a burned twig.

"Yes master." She whispered back asking inteligible questions that Harry answered. Severus' fear grew and Neville watched it with satisfaction. Snape bolstered his shields and readied to fight for his freedom. He didn't have much hope.

Finally the circle was completed and Harry stood. "Walk into the circle Severus but do not disturb the ash." Severus struggled but his feet led him as Harry directed.

The chain on his ankle twisted and tightened until it sank into his flesh as a tattoo. Severus watched it until the burning in his arm distracted him. Silver light erupted from around the Dark Mark on his arm. Harry reached out an inquisitive hand and Severus lifted it without thought. It stung but didn't hurt as much as getting the mark the first time had. When the silver light faded, the mark remained but etched around it was a silver line. The bond it represented was contained. Severus could feel it caged in his mind.

"Well, I wondered if you were a death eater," Harry told him conversationally.

Harry tilted his head at Neville, "You know he's the first involuntary one I've tried this on, it would be a shame not to hear his pleas." Neville smiled. "But I don't want to hear him spew vitrol at me."

Neville nodded thoughfully as he set up the table and couldron enlarged from his pocked.

"Order him not to, Master." Luna told him with a shrug. Harry grinned at her and permitted her one quick kiss to his cheek with the point of a finger. She complied with a soft hum of delight.

"Severus, you may speak but keep your vitrol to yourself."

Unhappy that the first insult wouldn't pass his teeth, Severus bit out, "What is this?"

Harry grinned and clapped, enjoying this very much. "Oh good question! Lets do this one at a time shall we? I found this combination in the Chamber of Secrets last year and studied it all summer. Together the three of them bond you as my slave, you're a bit of an experiment considering I have no desire to make a moldy old ugly man my sex slave." Harry shuddered in disgust.

"The anklet makes your body mine. The circle," Harry's voice dropped seductively, "Makes your mind mine.”

Severus hissed.

“You are mine.” Harry stepped closer, “Have you realized it yet? Can you feel it? The need, the draw.”

Severus’ nostrils flared in suppressed rage. He could feel it. His mind was his own, every crevice investigated, every thought contemplated and stored so that his occlumency was secure. The slippery slithering need, desire to be closer to this boy escaped his every containment attempt.

“You will not succeed.”

Harry smiled gleefully. “We shall see.”

He backed away and Severus resisted the impulse to follow him.

Harry held out a hand and Neville hurried to hand him a bronze knife.

“The potion will make your soul mine. Do not move.” Harry ordered softly, the definitive order was undiminished by his soft tone.

Severus found himself unable to move as Harry approached him with the gleaming blade. Harry circled him once, running a hand along his chest and back to his ass. A finger slipped into his crack just to prove that Severus was indeed stuck. His eyes burned holes into the stone floor where Harry had been standing as they could not move either. Finally Harry moved back in visual range and pushed Severus’ long sleeve up to expose his pale arm. The knife was sharp enough that the cut didn’t hurt for some moments. When the sting finally appeared, the stream of blood was already being collected in a bowl.

As a potions master, Severus was well aware the various ways blood could be used. He railed against the force controlling him, knowing that his window of opportunity would end once the blood was in play.

Harry watched in amusement, giving the blood to Neville for usage in the available vial of pre-made potion. “As soon as you put on that anklet, you were mine Severus. But continue to fight, you never know."

Severus’ mind both rallied and quailed. Neville and Luna were both indisputably slaves; the devotion evident on their faces could not be contested. Neville’s face was soft and a small smile graced his mouth when he glanced at Harry.

Harry was aware of it; he knew how beautiful it made Neville when compared to the stuttering buffoon he affected in everyday life.

Neville handed Harry the potion and he placed it into Severus hand. “Drink it all.”

Severus’s arm raised it to open and willing lips. The potion itself was smooth, its ingredients catalogued automatically but none of it helped Severus fight its effects. Severus shivered as his individuality died. He assumed a passive disposition and his body returned to a relaxed state. Harry grinned.

“Who do you belong to?”

“You master,” Severus answered emotionlessly.

“Can you still feel when Voldemort calls you?”

“If you wish it master.”

A shocked laugh escaped.

“Master.” Luna whispered at his side. “Why did you not make him a pet.”

Harry smiled and gently feathered his fingers along Luna’s face. Luna leaned into them, closing his eyes as a pleased shiver worked itself down her spine. “He is hideous Luna. I will not have less than perfect pets.”

Luna blushed, as did Neville who kneeled at Harry’s feet, leaning on his leg.

“Master, tell me how I can be more pleasing to your sight.” Severus begged eyes wide with the desire to please his master.

“Your duty is to protect my secrets.” Harry settled into a stance and uttered what was fast becoming a standard speech, “You are to act towards me as you always have in public. When it is just us, or you are among those that belong to me, you will treat me with the reverence I deserve.” Severus nodded and fell to his knees gently within the runic circle, showing his master proper respect.

"Your mission for now is to inform me of Dumbledore's movements as well as anything you believe will help me. I know you will find a way of discreetly informing me through either my pets or directly. You are mine, but your intelligence is not effected."

Severus flushed at the compliment.

"Beloved, I'd like to see what it looks like when you fuck a man."

Neville stood gracefully and walked over to Severus' kneeling body.

"Master?" Luna questioned, "I thought he wasn't a pet?"

Harry laughed gently, "No he's not and he'll get not pleasure from as you do it but he'll do it because it will please me." He turned intent green eyes on Severus, "Won't you slave."

Severus nodded and bowed his head, “Your will be done, My Lord.”

Harry gave one forced gust of a laugh, “My Lord. I like that.”

Each of his pets mumbled, “My Lord.” As if committing it to memory.

“Not you Luna. I like it that you call me Master. It reminds me that you volunteered for this.” Harry clarified.

Behind Severus, Neville blushed.

"Anyway," Harry continued, "my pets get pleasure from my touch, from touching me. I reward you with the pleasure of my presence and my touch. As a slave, Snape won't get any of that. His happiness will come from obeying me, from being useful to me. Or at least that's what the book said."

Luna nodded thoughtfully. "So pets, like Ginny, Neville, and I keep our originality and creativity because we want to please you, while Snape doesn't be cause he has to obey you?"

Harry hummed in consideration. Neville looked up from Snape's back to see Harry's answer. Severus continued to undress, listening without interest to the conversation. His master's voice was pleasing, that he was the focus of his master's attention was pleasing. He cared not what they talked about.

"No, my pets have to obey me too." He lifted an eyebrow at Luna. "Are you thinking of disobeying?"

She shuddered in revolution and fell to the floor at Harry's feet. "No Master. I would never disobey. But its because obeying you is my life, my desire, my world. Not because magic forces me to."

Harry just grinned, "Well it is magic that has made me your world, your god. So in a way it is magic."

Luna just shook her head but it was Neville that disagreed vocally. "Harry, I don't think that's just it though. I remember what my life was like before you and before I earned your mark. I remember living with my gran and I remember the past two years with you. Its not that I want to obey you now and I didn't then, its that now I know how to obey you, how to please you. I know I've earned your trust with my submission. It's so much better this way."

Harry hummed again. He truly hadn't counted on caring for his pets. Luna and Neville owned a piece of him. The claim he had on them was returned and he knew he would make sacrifices for them. Ginny was still disposable but Neville and Luna had volunteered, had loved him without the mark. Becoming attached to individuals wasn't in his master plan, but Harry couldn't see himself giving up either of his favored pets.

"Severus take out Neville's cock." The naked slave obeyed immediately, showing no hesitation. Neville was soft and Harry couldn't blame him. Snape was ugly, his body pasty and wrinkled, skin sagging from frail arms and legs. there was hair on his thighs and clumped around his soft genitals. Harry investigated it morbidly fascinated with how gross it looked. His hair on his head was oily and his lips thin and teeth cracked.

"Get hard beloved." Neville turned to focus on Harry directly. He worshiped Harry with his eyes and his young dick began hardening.

"I want you to suck him Severus." Harry said. Snape instantly leaned forward but Neville slapped him and pulled away.

"You don't have permission slave." Severus blushed and jerked as the pain of disobeying burned through him.

Harry chuckled. "I want you to suck him Severus." Severus did nothing. "Do you want to suck him?"

Severus nodded, "Yes My Lord."

"Why?"

"Because you want it my lord." Severus told him without inflection.

"Beloved, do you want him to suck you?"

"Yes." Neville told him without embarrassment.

"Why?"

"Because you want to see it." Neville echoed.

Harry looked at Luna who was thinking. She sensed Harry's gaze and tried to explain why their answers were so similar in keeping with her theory. "Severus, why do you want to do what your master wants?"

Severus leaned forward so his lips were brushing over Neville's cock. His master wanted it but was waiting to sooth this girl's curiosity. It was appalling that she would force her desires on the Master that way. "That is my duty, my place in life; to obey and please and serve my master."

"And Neville?" She asked.

"I am happy when he is happy. What he wants I want, because he wants it. It is my place to serve his wishes and desires. It is my place to make him happy." Neville was blushing at Harry, his eyes peaking through lowered lashes. He hoped his response would please Harry, his Lord, his love, his master.

"I see." Harry nodded at Neville and Luna, conceding her point. "Well get too it."

Neville thrust his hips forward prompting Severus to suck him down. The professor did so with relish showing off his tongue and technique for his master.

Neville was young, his prick small and undeveloped, so Severus had no trouble taking the whole thing. He sucked and licked, trying to draw a moan from his charge to obey the spirit of his master's orders. When he looked up, Neville was watching the master; his eyes lashed but bright.

"Hmm," Harry just couldn't enjoy watching an ugly man please his beloved, though it was pleasing when he considered the ugly man was Severus Snape, Potions Master who had tortured Neville and made him cry. The humiliation of it was sweet but it could be sweeter. "He's so ugly beloved, how can you stand it."

Neville flushed, "He has a large, hot mouth My Lord." Severus worked harder, wet spit dripping from his lips to the floor as he sought to please his master through this vessel.

"Try that rimming thing," Harry ordered knowing the both of them would make it happen and hoping it would hide Severus' face.

Severus spun around so that Neville was exposed to Harry and parted Neville's cheeks with his long stained fingers. There was a scent, prepubescent boys are not known for their cleanliness but Severus didn't care. He was not ordered to care. Severus gently licked the pink rosebud and Neville jumped. Gathering saliva Severus spread it with his tongue and Neville moaned.

"What does it feel like beloved?" Harry asked. He had not experienced it yet though it had been some months since the twins gave him the book and map. The Marauder's Guide to Gay Sex was an interesting read.

"Oh! My Lord its good, weird but..." Severus worked hard, swirling his tongue and holding Neville's hips still with his hand. The boy was squirming unconsciously, pushing back and pulling away as the sensations overwhelmed him. Neville's skin was smooth and soft and Severus found himself smashing his face deep in Neville's soft cheeks to push deeper inside.

Harry had stood and was now close enough to touch Neville though he didn't. Neville's eyes were closed his head thrown back and his back swaying as he tried to bend over to give Severus more room and stand up straight at the same time. The sight was entrancing. The sounds of Luna gently bringing herself off behind him were lost in Neville's whimpers.

Harry followed a trail of sweat across Neville's neck with his fingers and Neville's eyes shot open. "Master!" he shouted in pleasant surprise. Harry let Neville lean on his chest and wrapped him in his arms. Neville shuddered as the support from his Lord let him give himself over to the pleasure.

Severus was able to see his master along the line of Neville' spine. He licked and swirled, dipping inside Neville and pulling out his own saliva with relish just to see the blown pupils of his Master's eyes. Severus was not aroused but there was satisfaction in obeying and succeeding at his master's orders. He had never felt so at peace. There were no grudges to upkeep, no students to worry about, no Headmasters to manipulate or Dark Lords to fear. There was only Master and Obeying.

Neville's cries reached a fevered pitch as he was still to young to ejaculate and the pleasure was becoming to much. He couldn't stop it though, he craved it and the strength of Harry's chest and arms. He endured, pulsating between to much and not enough.

Harry stepped back, wanting to see, and let Neville fall to the floor. Severus followed him, morning the loss of the direct visual line to Master but obeying. He didn't care that Neville was overwhelmed, felt no pity for the boy. He simply adjusted his hold so he could hold open the cheeks and delve deeply into the dripping wet hole.

Harry sat back on the arm of one of Snape's chairs and watched, viciously pleased. Luna leaned on his leg exhausted from her own fingers and enjoying Harry's presence. Neville was a whimpering mess on the floor, hair sticking sweaty to his forehead and twitching with every swipe of Severus' tongue.

Finally, Neville's torture no longer exciting, Harry called, "Enough." Severus sat on his ankles and folded his hands, the pleasure of a successful task rushing in his blood.

"That was very enjoyable wasn't it beloved?" Neville groaned, still prone on the floor.

"I think I'll give him to you Beloved. You need a slave, You've earned one. When ever I order you to relax, you'll go see Severus and he will please you however you ask. If you are angry you may torture him, if you are needy you may fuck him. He will never touch your ass again though. It's mine and I'll do what I like with it."

Neville climbed to his knees and smiled, "Thank you My Lord."

Harry patted his head magnanimously, "Yes well, I do love you my pet. Never let it be said I never give you anything."
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