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Never Free	By : Quila Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 6653 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Never Free

Author: ‘Quila

Author’s E-mail: quila_reese@yahoo.com

Pairing: SS/HP

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: All the characters do not belong to me and I am not making any money off this story.

Warnings: Non-Con relationship.

Notes: This is un-beta’d because it has been impossible for me to find someone who is willing to do this for my stories… *sigh*

Feedback: Greatly wanted! Hell, even flames are welcome as long as they not not *too* harsh.

Summary: The war did not turn out quite like expected.

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My soul is lost,

And not to be found.

You could search far and wide,

But it shall not be uncovered.

It was ripped from me,

And never to be given back.

He holds it now,

And he will not be letting me be reunited.

Because he has it now, he owns me,

And he will not be letting me go.

My soul was taken, stolen.

I am dead; everything is lost.

It is never to be found,

And I am never to be free.

“Never Free” by ‘Quila

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Not knowing how something happened can make a situation worse than it already was. The boy was so well protected that I am baffled on how he even got here. I don’t think I can even blame it his naivety. Looking down, the realization hits me. Here he is, kneeling before me and about to be broken just like I had always wanted him to be. But now, I know that this wasn’t exactly what I wanted. No, these circumstances were not ones I have ever even thought of.

“Do it Severusss. Take him and prove your loyalty.” The voice chilled the air, cutting across my skin and I could barely suppress the shudder that was trying to escape.

The act I was about to commit was not one I had not done before. No, this other life I have been leading required that I did this numerous times. But yes, you could say those were different. Sarah, Michelle, Lydia, Cattie, Kara, Denise, Jerod, Tyler, Jon, and the hundreds of others. They were different; they were not him. The boy who did not have a family. The boy who only wanted love. The Boy-Who-Lived, and now, the Boy-Who-Failed.

He stares up at me; silently pleading with me to save him once again, only this time I am not sure if it is even possible. The dangers in refusing to complete this task would mean torture to both of us and a promise of a slow death. But the other choice would be just as bad as the first. If I do what I am being commanded, it would only start the string of events that happened to every poor soul brought to us.

“What is the matter my black sssnake?” By now, the other Death Eaters are whispering to each other and most likely doubting my loyalty.

Finally, only of them sucks up enough courage and speaks out, “My Lord, it seems as if he is not grateful. Perhaps you should … give the boy to someone else?”

Red eyes turn from my own as he searches for the fool who dared to go against him, “Perhaps you are correct … but do not question me again. Reward and punishment is due. Crucio!” After the curse was lifted, I could feel his gaze burning into me once more. “Having problemsss?” The monster asked calmly and calmly was not a good sign.

“No, My Lord.” I answer, bowing my head. I caught the boys gaze once more and saw him move his head ever so slightly in the form of a nod.

“Do it.” He whispers quietly.

I know this is as far as I am going to get in not letting my guilt kill me. I try to regain my composure; my mask, as I reach to undo the buttons of my robes. When I reach my trousers, I am horrified to find myself already partially hard, although I try to tell myself that anyone would be with this beautiful specimen kneeling before them.

“Strip.” I tell him, and he complies. He is not hard, and I feel some disappointment. Of course he’s not. As if he would be excited by the fact that I am about to rape him.

“Prepare me.” I say and see him confused. I point to my cock, and he seems to get the picture. Crawling over to me, he takes a deep breath before taking me into his mouth. I can’t help but moan as I feel the hot, wet mouth slowly bring me to a full erection. I roughly push him away and he lands hard on his bum. He hangs his head at the others cruel laughing.

“How do you want me?” He asks quietly, and I am grateful that he was the one that brought the next step up.

“On your knees.” He complies once again and I follow his previous example by taking a deep breath. I set myself at his entrance and mentally apologize to him about not being able to prepare him. I try to apply a lubrication charm, but his snakiness stops me.

“No, Severusss, do not do anything to make this any easier on him.”

“Yes, My Lord.” I answer and I see him hide his face in his arms. I thrust forward, moving through the tight ring of muscle, as he bites down on his arm to muffle his scream of pain. I lean forward and whisper an ‘I’m sorry’ into his ear, because I truly am. I suck on his shoulder, bringing blood to the surface before breaking the skin and leaving my mark of claim. Licking over it, and soothing it, I pull back and thrust in hard. And again and again. I know I must be ripping him apart; breaking him.

I can see and hear the people around us enjoying the scene and pleasuring themselves. There are cheers and laughing at the fact that Potter is openly sobbing now and giving a short whimper with every thrust. I know he is still not hard, because I had checked, but I try to make this better for him by playing his nipples and touching him, hoping for some response. Eventually, I get one true moan out of him and this is what finally sends me over the edge.

I collapse to the side of him and pull my rapidly softening cock out of him. I see my come and his own blood running down his legs when he tries to grab his pants and shove them on.

“No, no, no, Mr. Potter.” Riddle said. He points his want at the pile of clothes, hissing, “Incendio!” Harry jumps back, and draws himself into a ball as he watches his clothes burn.

“You have proved your loyalty, Severusss. I should not have doubted you. I am happy with you,” I give a quiet sigh of relief and hope that I can get of here without any pain, “Take him Severuss … he is yours.” I nod and go to pick him up, knowing he is too hurt to do so himself. “Oh, and a partgiftgift far Mr. Potter … Crucio!”

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“Potter … Harry, come here.” I call him after another one of our ‘meetings’. He turns to me and I am met by the site of dead eyes. If I remember correctly, It has been months, almost a year, since anything has flashed in those emerald pools. Not since Voldemort made me tear out his soul as his own prize.

“Another meeting? So soon?” He asks in a just as dead voice.

“No, not a meeting,” I see his muscles relax slightly, “Just come here.”

He does, and I pull him into an embrace. I feel his small arms encircle my waist and he buries his head in my shoulder. “I’m sorry.” I whisper into his hair like I have so many times before.

“I know.” The usual response.

Then I follow with the usu usual, “We’ll get out of here.” But what he responds with is new.

“No, we won’t.”

And he’s right.

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