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Spy vs. Spy	By : Sakuracelt Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 15746 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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She raised an eyebrow at him, but continued brushing her teeth. He chuckled as she spat her toothpaste into the sink. “You’re cute.” She said sarcastically. He nearly choked on his laughter, not sure if he should be affronted. Snape had been called many names in his life. “Cute” was not one of them. “Did you really order this for me?” She asked, admiring the green collar in the reflection of her bathroom mirror.
            “Oh, do you like it? I thought it might annoy you.” He replied honestly.
            “Pfft oh. Well in that case it’ll look lovely flushed down the loo.” She pushed the door open again and grinned at him like the cat that ate the canary. “I actually do like it.”
            “You’re taking this whole thing surprisingly well.” Snape said, eyeing her suspiciously.
            “Not at all. I plan on getting blitheringly drunk as I plan how to murder you. Care to join me?”
            “Naturally.” He watched her open a small cabinet and produce a glass decanter, from which she poured two very large glasses of firewhiskey. She handed one to him and sat herself on the edge of her bed, gesturing politely to the armchair that faced her. He took a seat, and they sat for a moment, regarding each other in silence.
            “So…husband.” There was an edge to her voice. “Did you actually read chapter 21 or did you skim it?”
            “I read it thoroughly and found it very useful.”
            “And did you perchance read the bit about symbolism?” She asked daintily.
            “I did.” He was becoming more amused by the moment.
            “And yet you decided not to attempt to seduce the demon out of me?”
            “I considered it, but why spend all night trying to seduce a demon when I can easily seduce the body that contains it?”
            “Very prudent of you. If you don’t mind me asking, Professor Snape, what the fuck were you thinking?” There were barbs in her words now. Severus considered her for a moment. He knew exactly what he had been thinking. By presenting the succubus with the collar, he had invoked a terribly ancient marriage pact, but he had laid claim to Freya instead, essentially invoking his magical right as her husband and forcing the creature out.
It was a ceremony not often used by modern witches and wizards, because it was so outdated, and had a tedious number of steps before the actual union. In ancient times, these steps were mostly political in nature, as marriages were typically arranged between families who would benefit from such a union. Such a pact required that the suitor intentionally insult the intended bride, usually in jest. Then there must be a public rebuttal of their advances, followed by the gift of atonement, the grander and more expensive, the better. After the groom had successfully defeated all other competitors, typically in some sort of brutish sport with lots of imbibing, the suitor would present the bride with a symbol of significance. A ring was traditional, but in ancient times it could have been anything that represented the union. The bond would be sealed with an enchantment that signified the groom’s intention to protect his bride from harm, and the pact would be sealed. Outdated, yes. But ancient magic was often the most powerful.
            “If it helps, your succubus loathed you for those protective runes you inked on yourself. I thought it better to force it out without letting it tear your mind to shreds first.” He said calmly, grinning into his whiskey. “I rather prefer your mind intact.”
            “It doesn’t help, actually. There are potions that will do that, and you’re literally a potions master.”
            “How kind of you to notice. Brewing the proper potion would have required time that we didn’t have. I did just save your life. Some gratitude would be appropriate.” He swirled the contents of his glass with a smirk.
            “Gratitude.” She repeated flatly. “Would you prefer an unforgivable, or shall I slit your throat while you’re sleeping?”
            “You’re not enjoying wedded bliss?” His smirk turned into a sneer. “I’m not happy about it myself, you know, but I made a decision. It’s done. We can deal with the consequences later.” She sat back, eyeing him coldly.
            “Now you’re just fucking with me.”
            “Not yet, but I hope to be soon.” The smirk had returned.
            “You gave me the collar, as a symbol of our union, after everything that’s happened between us, knowing full well what that would mean, to get in my knickers?” She asked with utter disbelief.
            “As I said, it was convenient. I knew that if I gave you the collar under a magical seal-“             “Oh yes, banishing a demon as a wedding vow. Very romantic.” She grumbled
            “After I had already given a gift of atonement-“
            “The firewhiskey you left at my office after entering my mind without permission.”
            “And after I successfully won your attentions from Weasley…”
            “A blowjob in a cupboard.” She finished for him, taking a long swig of whiskey.
            “I knew that if all went well, the ancient magic of this particular marriage pact would be enough to make me essentially lord and master of your body and could therefore force out any other claims on you, including that of a succubus.” He heard her muttering something about ‘sexist drivel.’ But continued. “Yes. The old laws of magic can be unfortunate. Although technically none of this could have happened if you hadn’t publicly humiliated me in the great hall.”
            “Yeah but…you deserved it.” She replied, the corner of her mouth twitching.
            “Well, next time you’re being possessed, try asking for help instead of dealing with it on your own.” He snapped at her. She looked at him over the rim of her glass, studying him carefully before she spoke again.
            “We’re married. Are you sure this isn’t a nightmare?” She asked quietly. Snape flinched as if she had slapped him. Was he really that terrible?
            “It’s only temporary. I’d suggest leaving the collar on for at least seven weeks to ensure no further attacks on your mind, seven being the most powerful magical number.”
            “If I murder you, do I get to keep all of your shit?” She asked with a grin. He couldn’t help but grin back, and then suddenly they were laughing together. It was all so absurd. “Ohh…damn it. I’m sorry, but I just don’t think I’m wife material.”
            “In seven weeks, we’ll file for divorce and you’ll be a free woman again.” His tone was bitterer than he’d anticipated, but she smiled and nodded.
            “What happens now?” She asked quietly. He held up the wrist cuffs again for her to see, then tossed them onto the bed next to her.
            “I claim my right as your husband.” Her eyes went wide as he stood over her. “Finish it.” He commanded smoothly, gesturing to her whiskey. She did, and he took the glass from her. His long pale fingers slid the silken robe from her shoulders, so she was once again clad only in knickers and knee high stockings. “Lay back for me. I want to look at you.” He murmured softly. Freya slid herself back onto the white coverlet so that her back was propped up against the pillows. She sighed shakily when he crawled onto the bed slowly, and stared down at her with dark glinting eyes. Severus leaned in, and traced the scars that criss crossed over her hips. They were trophies of survival. He bore several as well. “You may unbutton my waistcoat.” He said, remembering what she’d said on the tower, about how she used to fantasize about undressing him. Her fingers trembled as she fumbled with her task, arousal pulsating deep inside of her as he took it off. “My shirt next.” This took time, but he thoroughly enjoyed watching her as she struggled to undo every tiny button, her gaze growing more heated with every bit of skin revealed to her. When he peeled the undershirt from his flesh, she hissed in an intake of breath, and bit her lower lip.
            Severus Snape smirked with amusement as she reached up and smoothed her hands up his arms, feeling the taught muscles of his shoulders and squirming just a little as her anticipation grew. Her eyes lingered on the scars that marred his skin, and he chuckled darkly. “Not very pretty, am I?”
            “I think you are.” She breathed, not really thinking about her words. He snorted derisively in disbelief. “May I see the rest of you?” She asked hesitantly, and he smiled. How could one witch be so fiery in life, yet so submissive in the bedroom?
            “’May I see the rest of you’, sir.” He replied. “And no, you may not. First…” His gaze bore into hers. “…I want to see that sweet little pussy of yours.” She moaned softly at his words, closing her eyes as he slipped her black panties down her legs and tossed them aside. “Open for me, witch.” He purred, feeling his cock twitching as she parted her thighs. “Yessss.” He hissed as she reached behind her back, and unhooked her bra as well, her dusky pink nipples hardening as they were exposed. Leaning down, he captured one lazily between his lips, and she gasped sweetly at the sensation. He sucked gently, chuckling at the way she wriggled beneath him, trying desperately to ease the throbbing need in her nether regions. Even now, arousal was pooling heatedly between her legs. He could feel it dampening the front of his trousers. He bit down on her nipple, and she moaned wantonly, enjoying the pain even as he soothed it with his tongue. His hands began roaming over her warm flesh, smoothing up her spine. She shivered. He released the nipple with a small pop and began ravishing her neck lustily, unable to keep from moaning himself when she sank her fingers through his black hair and pulled his lips to hers in a searing kiss.
            Their tongues became entwined, probing and tasting with a passion that surprised Snape. He growled into the kiss when he felt her nails raking his back, and bit her lip almost savagely, causing her to writhe sinfully with need.
            “Please…” She whimpered into his mouth.
            “Please what?” He sneered.
            “Please, sir. I want you.” She sighed so sweetly he almost relented.
            “Soon. I’ve never been married before. I intend to pleasure my bride.” He growled, pulling away from the bed and drawing his wand. She sat up in alarm as the wrist cuffs flew into her, locking around their wrists. “How do they feel?” He asked quietly, prepared to remove them if they chafed or made her feel unsafe in any way.
            “Good. They feel good.” She said almost shyly, a blush creeping across her cheeks.
            “Excellent. Wingardium Leviosa.” The cuffs flew into the air, forcing Freya to her knees with her arms stretched high above her. She gave a small gasp of surprise, but did not protest. Instead she giggled softly, and the sound sent a wave of desire coursing through his body. He gave the chains an experimental tug, but they did not budge. “I’ve wanted to see you like this since I saw that little memory of yours.” He mused, now prowling around the edge of the bed. “It suits you.” His mouth watered at the sight of her, helpless and naked except for the knee-high stockings and the green collar that marked her as his, her pale skin flushed with excitement.
He picked up his tie, which had fallen to the floor, and held it up. As he ran it through his fingers, it changed and solidified into a black leather riding crop. Freya’s breath hitched in her throat. Snape smirked as he used the tip of it to caress her cheek, watching her lips tremble ever so slightly. The smoldering look he gave her would have been enough to drive any woman mad. The crop trailed lazily down her throat and between her breasts, resting for a moment where it rose and fell with every shaking breath. Crack! He smacked it sharply across her right breast. She cried out in pain. Crack! He whipped her again. The skin blossomed pink where it struck. He leaned in and caressed it soothingly, then cupped her breast with his long fingers, pinching the nipple sharply. “Is this what you like, Freya? When I hurt you, does it make you wet?”
            “Yes…sir.” She breathed.
            “Good.” He said, bringing the crop down hard against her bare ass, enjoying the way it wobbled slightly with the impact. She moaned in response. “You like pain, you little slut?” His breath tickled the nape of her neck as his fingers toyed with a lock of red hair. She nodded. He smacked her again with the crop and the sound reverberated off the walls. “This is your punishment, you see.” Crack! This time the blow fell on the backs of her thighs. “You’ve been lusting over your teacher. Dreaming about my thick cock when you should be paying attention.” She gasped as a shiver of arousal overcame her at these words. “You’ve had this coming, you little whore.” He muttered sternly, bring the crop once, twice, three times on her quivering backside. She fell forward slightly, making pathetic little noises as he abused the sensitive flesh. He chuckled cruelly as he caressed her bum, now bright red from his administrations, and dipped his fingers between her thighs. Freya cried out, wriggling helplessly as he felt her wetness. She was practically dripping. He began playing with her swollen clit, massaging it in lazy circles with two fingers. Her head snapped up sharply with a sigh of pleasure, and he bent his head to kiss her the curve of her neck. “You belong to me now. Do you understand?” His fingers sped up until she was rolling her hips with need, but he stopped when he felt the first tremors of orgasm.
She stifled a groan of frustration, but before she could plead with him, he smacked her again with the riding crop. “I’ve just received your potions exam, and I must say I’m…disappointed.” He said playfully, drawing the tip of the crop between her legs until it rested on her clit. She whimpered and swirled her hips feverishly as though she could make herself cum that way. He chuckled and tapped the crop gently against the delicate flesh. “You’re so wet for me, witch. I’m trying to talk about your grades, but all you can think about is this.” He tapped her clit a little more sharply with his riding crop. “Look at me, slut.” His fingers lifted her chin, and she looked up at him with eyes brimming, so full of need. For a moment, he felt an odd stirring in his belly. He couldn’t remember the last time a woman had looked at him like that. “What’s to be done with you?” He murmured quietly before capturing her lips in a surprisingly soft kiss. Her eyes fluttered closed and she hummed a little. When he pulled away, he was amazed by the small smile the curled her lips. “Spread your legs a bit more for me.” He whispered. Her blush deepened as she shuffled her knees slightly more apart.
            Snape walked around to the foot of the bed, and cocked his head with a smirk, shaking his hair out of his face in a roguish fashion. Her eyes followed his hand as it rested on the bulge of his trousers. He gave it a bit of a squeeze, biting his lower lip in amusement. The feeling of power was intoxicating. She was staring; utterly helpless as he kicked off his boots and socks, then slowly undid his trousers, leaving him in nothing except black boxer-briefs, stretched tight over the prominent outline of his dick. Freya squirmed, and the chains that held her wrists jangled, but they did not budge for her. He amused himself by leaning casually against the bedpost, his hand slowly stroking himself outside of his boxers, loving the way she was completely transfixed. Then, finally he slid those off as well, releasing his fully engorged manhood for her to see.
            “Ohh…” He voice was small. She’d nearly forgotten how large it was. Snape knelt onto the bed in front of her, and reached around her with both arms, grabbing her ass. He kissed her again, voraciously.
            “I want to taste you, witch.” He growled, hoisting her up just enough for him to slide himself onto the bed. She seemed at a loss for words as he positioned her so that she straddled his face, but her entire body shuddered deliciously when he pulled her close and swirled his tongue around her throbbing clit. Freya moaned deeply, almost savagely and he dipped even lower, latching his mouth over her pussy, thrusting his tongue inside of her. He licked her wet folds, again and again, flicking his tongue expertly to make her weak. His breath was so hot against her most sensitive flesh. He began to gently suckle on her clitoris, holding her hips so she couldn’t jerk away even if she wanted to. She was getting closer. Her thighs began to tremble as her body undulated sinfully. She was practically using his mouth now, gliding her clit against his eager tongue, completely lost in pleasure. It was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. He smoothed his hands behind her, and then he smacked her ass sharply. She was moaning so sweetly, almost sadly now.
            “Please, sir. Please. I’m gonna cum…” She sounded so vulnerable.
            He growled with pleasure, and began thoroughly licking her clit, watching as she arched her back, rolling her hips in rhythm to his administrations. Suddenly he stopped. She gave him the most piteous expression as he pulled away, but her breath hitched in anticipation when he repositioned himself behind her and pressed his hardness against her quivering backside. Freya’s moans became desperate. “When you cum, it’s going to be with my cock inside you. Don’t worry. I won’t pull away this time.” Snape whispered in her ear as he wrapped is hand around the base of his manhood, and teased her wet slit with the tip, groaning huskily. He couldn’t take it any more. Without warning, he plunged deep inside of her, slowly and sinfully, pausing only briefly to marvel at the sensation of her pussy stretching to accommodate his girth. She felt so, impossibly good, it was almost unbearable. He cursed feverishly as he sank his fingers into her hair and made a fist, yanking her head back as she cried out in rapture, just for him. Lips pulled back in a sneer, he thrust himself deeper, rolling his hips as he did so. He began fucking her ferociously, loving the way her ass jiggled as he slammed into it, encouraged by her sweet sounds of pleasure. Her cunt was so slick it made soft squelching noises as he penetrated her, again and again, stabbing her savagely with his cock, but she took every inch of him, grabbing her chains with both hands to keep herself as stable as possible so she could feel every exquisite moment.
He could feel the tension building in her body as he fucked her brutally, bringing her closer and closer. A white-hot shiver of pleasure ran down his spine when he felt the walls of her pussy clench so tightly around him it almost hurt. “Yes that’s it witch. Fucking cum for me.” Freya’s body trembled and stiffened, and she gave a small, piercing cry as her orgasm broke over her, sending waves of ecstasy through every nerve in her body. She cried out his name with a shuddering gasp. He clenched his teeth and wrapped an arm around her stomach, fucking her through it, loving the way he could feel her pussy throbbing in time with her heartbeat. Her head fell back onto his shoulder, and he bit her neck gently as his own orgasm approached. He gasped out sharply and closed his eyes as he came, his balls tightening with his climax, spilling his seed deep inside of her. His arms held her firmly as his dick pulsated with the final throes of release.
She whimpered softly when he slipped out of her and stood, circling the bed to admire his handiwork before he took out his wand, and released her. The wrist cuffs fell to the bed as Freya crumpled with a soft groan. She stretched herself out onto her back, and released a large sigh of contentment. There was a small, satisfied smile on her face.
“That was…something else.” She murmured. He snorted with amusement, and the sound caused her to look up at him. Perhaps she was not the most glamorous witch, but in that moment, she was beautiful, with her deep red hair splayed out, and her arm framing her face. Snape took several moments to look at her, and suddenly felt a mad impulse to slide back into bed with her. For what reason, he did not know, but he felt in that instant, as though he really understood her, and that perhaps she understood him. Before he could act upon the impulse, the voice of reason echoed deep within his brain. His work here was finished. She would no longer require his services. Snape flicked his wand to scourgify them both. Freya nodded in silent thanks, and held out her hand to him, but her radiant smile slowly perished on her lips when he began to dress himself. She propped herself onto her elbow and stared at him. “You’re leaving.” It was not a question.
“We’ve consummated our union effectively, I think. The pact should keep you protected until we can find other arrangements. I trust you are capable of taking the appropriate measures of contraception?” He asked as he began to button up his long black coat. It would not do for him to appear disheveled, if he were seen leaving her quarters.
“Indeed.” Her voice was soft, yet clipped somehow, as though addressing a professional colleague. She stood, giving him an excellent view of her ass, which now had several lightly raised welts across it. He saw her wince momentarily, and he felt a tiny surge of triumph, but then her face became stony. He had just pounded her into oblivion, and surely she was in some pain, but he knew from her expression that she would not show it. He’d made a mistake.
“Would you…prefer me to stay?” He asked carefully, not liking the sudden coldness between them. She frowned slightly, and walked over to her closet, pulling out an overlarge men’s button up shirt, and pulling it on, rolling the sleeves up to her elbows. Then she gave him a light smile that did not reach her eyes.
“No thank you. As you say, our consummation was…effective. I know how terribly busy you are at…” she glanced up at a clock that hung directly behind him. “Two in the morning. Thank you for your assistance, Professor Snape.” He half expected her to hold out her hand for him to shake.
“It was a pleasure.” Severus replied, not really knowing what else to say. He’d clearly done something to offend her. Should he have stayed in bed? What purpose could that serve? Surely they’d both gotten what they wanted from each other? He watched her as she tied her hair up, and sauntered to one of the unfinished canvases, perched on its easel in the middle of the room. The way she walked suddenly reminded him sickeningly of that day in Diagon Alley, when Charlie Weasley had insulted her. She picked up a thin palette knife with a diamond shaped blade, and began pushing the paint around the canvas with small scraping sounds. He thought about kissing the back of her neck, but thought better of it. “I’ll…see you in the morning, then?” He asked, hating the way his voice sounded. She made a sort of grunting noise to indicate that yes, she would see him then. Eager to end this sudden awkwardness, he turned to leave.
When the portrait closed behind him, he heard the distinctive crash of breaking glass followed by a tiny sob. His chest clenched at the sound, and he whirled around, determined to seek out the cause of the crash and to make sure that Freya wasn’t hurt, but the painting of Gallahad smirked pompously down at him and said
“Pardon my crassness professor, but you sir have fucked up.”

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