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Derailed	By : SickPuppy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 19739 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter List
- 1-I:I
- 2-I:II
- 3-I:III
- 4-I:IV
- 5-I:V
- 6-I:VI
- 7-I:VII
- 8-I:VIII
- 9-I:IX
- 10-II:I
- 11-II:II
- 12-II:III
- 13-II:IV
- 14-II:V
- 15-II:VI
- 16-II:VII
- 17-II:VIII
- 18-II:IX
- 19-III:I
- 20-III:II
- 21-III:III
- 22-III:IV
- 23-III:V
- 24-III:VI
- 25-III:VII
- 26-III:VIII
- 27-III:IX
- 28-Epilogue
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Chapter Nine: Runaway train, never coming back

Later that day, after being used several more times for sex and blow jobs, Harry lay on his side; his ass was agony, and his jaw and throat ached with having a thick prick forced into his mouth. Snape had been very enthusiastic about using Harry's body and had barely given the younger man a chance to catch his breath before he was being pushed into some new position to be taken.

And Harry had loved it.

That was what truly horrified him; that he had loved being helpless and pushed around. When had that happened? Was it just a reaction to being forced to become a grown-up too soon and hunt down Horcruxes? Or was it the attraction that had burned his body during his sixth year still affecting him? Whatever the cause, Harry loathed himself for his betrayal of everything he had thought himself; his betrayal of Ron too – how could he be enjoying this when Ron was trapped in the next room, having who knew what done to him? After all, Harry didn't trust Snape's claims that Harry's compliance was buying Ron's safety. No, they had two of the three most troublesome people in their grasp, the Death Eaters were hardly going to just leave Ron alone. But perhaps Harry was tempering the worst of their excesses.

And it was no hardship to his body to be fucked by Snape, other than the physical stress of climaxing so hard; but his mind was struggling more and more with each possession, railing at him for loving the hurt and the degradation and the pain that brought him to such a desperate clawing arousal. More though, his mind was struggling with his desire to be taken, his need for the other man, his hunger to be used.

He was alone at the moment. Snape had been called off to another Death Eater meeting, and this time Harry hadn't been forced to crawl along behind, for which he was truly grateful as his ass burned with the hard repeated usage it had had.

Although Harry didn't know it, once the meeting had ended, Snape had disapparated and hurried to Hogwarts. Although technically Headmaster, he hadn't set foot in the grounds since he had acquired Harry. Now though, he was racing to the Head's study, desperate to speak to Dumbledore's painting.

He ignored the looks of loathing sent his way from students and teachers – they were nothing to the self-hatred that burned within him. But it wasn't all self-hatred, he throbbed too with the feeling of Harry surrounding his cock, wanting to be taken by him. It made him a little hard, even after such continued use of the boy and he had to stop and take a calming breath; he could hardly stick his hand down his trousers and re-adjust himself here!

In the study he wasted no time speaking to Dumbledore. He had no idea if the Dark Lord knew of his absence, and he was terrified lest Harry be taken from him. Lucius' cruelties were well known.

“Albus, Harry has been captured. The Dark Lord has him at Malfoy Manor. He must be rescued.”

Dumbledore turned concerned blue eyes to him. “Surely you are keeping him safe?”

Snape gave a mocking laugh. “Do you have any idea what being captured by the Death Eaters means? The best I can do for Harry is to fuck him so hard he can't walk. That's the kindest thing possible, Albus. That's keeping him safe! Get him out of there!”

“You have...?” Albus' voice trailed off, his eyes wide with dismay. “Severus, we have spoken of his importance. He must still be able to feel love.”

“Well, I think you've failed. I've made him hate me, but you made me. You made this whole situation – forcing me to watch him and protect him and assist him in his quest to destroy those ridiculous items.”

“Not ridiculous! Without their destruction we can never hope to bring down Lord Voldemort.”

“And when he's done all that you need him to die too,” Severus' voice was bleak. “Do you have any idea of what he's had to deal with? The things I've done to him?”

Albus' eyes searched Snape steadily. “Is your affection gaining a new focus?”

Snape snarled. “Affection? Oh no, Albus, this is obsession you've given me.” Anger at his own weakness drove him into speech, “An obsession that I've spent hours debauching. You can't understand how it feels to be balls deep within him and hear his moans, feel his body tight around mine. He screams when I make him come, when I force pleasure out of him. You did this to me, Albus, you made me into this monster!”

The other paintings around the room were hurling abuse at Snape now, disgusted by his admission.

Dumbledore took off his glasses and cleaned them, a single tear rolling down his face.

“He cries too,” Snape went on viciously, not sure who he was punishing now, “Sobs and begs. But it doesn't stop me.” He pulled a lungful of air in, “So get him out of there, Albus, before I go too far, before the other Death Eaters get their hands on him!”

***

Snape returned to his quarters at Malfoy Manor, his black eyes seeking for Harry and finding him there, a touch of relief in his face. He strode in, his step angry and tense.

Harry watched carefully. If Snape chose, he could do damage to Harry that he could never recover from. Harry felt a wild laugh bubbling inside him – he had already been damaged beyond recovery.

Snape spoke, not looking at his captive. His voice was controlled but some strong emotion lurked hidden behind his control. “The Dark Lord is eager to see you degraded and humiliated by the rest of his followers. His greatest desire is to watch every male he controls fuck you whilst you beg for mercy.”

Harry shook weakly at the words. “Please,” he begged, “please, don't let him. Help me!” He knew, in that moment, that he could take any amount of Snape's usage of him, but he'd never want anyone else near him.

“Help you?” Snape's voice was blank. “How can I?”

Harry felt tears slide down his face. His heart broke as he whispered, “Give him Ron.”

Snape froze. He looked at Harry in astonishment. “You will no longer protect your friend?”

“Protect him?!” Harry laughed hysterically, tears still flowing silently from his green eyes, “I can’t protect myself – you have fucked so many times I can't even move - how can I protect him? I can’t save myself. Can I? I lie here and let you do what you want to me and I beg you to do it! You've killed everything that was me; it can't be me that wants this. It can't. I can’t save him, I can’t, not any more, not when I don't exist any more.”

Harry gulped, hating Snape, but hating himself more. “Spread Ron's legs. Fuck him 'til he can't walk.”

Snape just stared, knowing that something had snapped inside Harry, something that could never be repaired.

“Let Ron take it.” Harry said, his voice muffled in the sheets, “Not me. Just … please, not me.”

END OF PART ONE
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