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In The Dark	By : starstruck86 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2554 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: My first attempt at Bill/Severus, and knife/bloodplay too. Hope you enjoy xx

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“Tea,
Severus?”
“No, thank you."

Bill
disinterestedly watched the Potions Master deflect the offer of tea
from his mother with his chin resting on his hand. The Order meeting
was winding down and there was very little else left to be said, not
that there had been anything worth saying in the first place.
Voldemort advancing, Death Eaters spreading -it was the same every
week.

At
least with everybody below the age of seventeen back at Hogwarts,
they didn't have to have somebody continually guarding the door. Bill
thought they were all being ridiculous, seeing that his brother and
his friends were all embroiled in a war they were far too young for.
There was very little point in protecting them from the truth.

“Bill,
could you do me a favour and pop this over to Dad?”

His
head jerked up and his mother was looking at him beseechingly,
holding a covered and no-doubt charmed plate. Inwardly he moaned, his
tired joints beginning to screech as he made to move. It shocked him
that he had withstood fierce heat in Egypt and been at the prime of
his physical strength, and yet, a desk job in the heart of London
made him more tired than battling a few rounds of fiendfyre and other
such delights in cursed tombs.

“I'm
heading that way,” someone beat him to it, a woman whose name
he had forgotten. “I need to pop back to my office and I can
just as easily drop that into Arthur. Bill looks dead on his feet.”

His
mother's attentive eyes snapped to him, as did every other set in the
room, it seemed, and Bill fought the Weasley blush out of his face.
Nobody needed their star spy within Gringotts out of the running with
exhaustion, he was far too valuable in the game. Whether he wanted to
play that game or not had never been asked.

Bill
swallowed and reached for his own tea, now cold and unpleasant, and
drank it anyway. There had been no question of his return home to aid
the order. It was rare that the goblins allowed a human to work in
their midst, though the honour meant nothing to him, seeing as he
wouldn't trust a goblin as far as he could throw them. However, to
his parents, and to most of his siblings, the thought of his return
had been a golden light and fighting that had been impossible.

“That
would be lovely, thank you,” Molly Weasley's voice rose up in
the gloomy kitchen. “And you,” Bill felt a playful yet
authoritative tug on the end of his ponytail. “Bed. Now.”

“Are
you going to take that?” Sirius grinned from the end of the
table. “Twenty-five and still having your bedtimes
dictated.”
“Shut up,” Remus jabbed him in the
ribs with a sharp elbow.

“I
think we've finished for the evening,” Dumbledore suddenly
announced, flicking his wand at the parchment that he and Kingsley
had been bent over for five minutes. “I must return to the
school.”

There
were mumbled calls of goodbye and a collective sigh as the man
departed in a whiff of lemon sherbert and whirling burgundy robes.
Bill watched him go impassively, not removing his chin from his hand
and certainly not heeding his mother's instructions about bed.

A
dark figure caught his eye as the room stood and prepared to depart.
Only those who were lodging in the house remained seated, Remus and
Sirius, sat together smiling over something coyly, his mother,
another Order member who was staying in the city for a hot contact.
They were all faceless to him.

Looking
up he caught the stare of onyx eyes and the usual thrill crackled
down his spine. Immediately his body perked back to life. He knocked
back the last of his cold tea and climbed from the bench, dropping
the mug into the sink.

“Mum,
I think I will
go to bed,” he added a yawn for the pretence,
giving her a grim smile. “Be alright without me?”

“They're
working you too hard,” she said begrudgingly, reaching up to
pat at his cheek, which she then pinched slightly. “My lovely
boy.”

“I
know,” he winked, and put his arms around her shoulders,
knowing that everything had begun to fray at his mother's nerves. It
was part of the reason why he'd returned. She had never liked her
eldest boys away from her, but let them fly anyway. Bill wondered if
he'd find the time that evening to write Charlie another begging
letter, telling him the dragons would still be there when the war was
over. He had begun to wonder whether it was worth continuing to waste
the ink.

“Night,”
he called to the two men at the table.

“Night,”
Remus flashed him a warm smile back. Bill had instinctively been
drawn to the werewolf, to the warmth he exuded. Sirius Black,
however, held an entirely different attraction. An attraction of
obvious roughness, of dominance, of the stubble currently shadowing
his chin.

Ascending
the stairs from the kitchen, throwing a filthy look at the old
servant's bells still attached to the wall, Bill rolled his neck in a
circle. Grimmauld Place had certainly thrown up some interesting
curses. Only just in time had he managed to prevent George from being
permanently cross-eyed, despite the jokes that it probably would have
improved his appearance. So deep into disrepair the house was set
with gloom, in spite his mother's best attempts, and Bill would have
left it in a second for the usual comforting scents and fabrics of
the Burrow.

The
Burrow, however, was without one crucial thing.

Quietly
he walked along the landing which housed all of their bedrooms, and
entered the second from last, which was his own whilst he settled
into his new job and searched for somewhere private to live. The lie
made him roll his eyes -he knew if his parents had their way he
wouldn't leave again, claiming that the drain on his savings would be
far too much. The fact that he was actually better off than they were
meant nothing, as usual.

It
was only a further thirty seconds before the soft knock came on the
door and Bill flung it open. Severus Snape stepped into the bedroom
with his usual look of distaste, stripping off the cloak and gloves
he had put on for show in the kitchen.

“Nobody
saw you?” Bill wasn't sure why he bothered to clarify any more.

“I
doubt it,” Severus looked back at him. “Lock the door.”

Bill
did as was requested and then, without being asked, he placed his
wand on the dresser and stepped away from it -his automatic and
silent submission to the man standing in the middle of his borrowed
bedroom. It was large and shabby, but the bed was big, relatively
comfortable and had a post at each corner. Bill slid his eyes up one
of them, wondering how he might find himself constrained to it that
evening. His cock twitched with anticipation.

“Here,”
the word was soft and he went, his socks quiet over the threadbare
carpet. He stood tall and kept his eyes raised, waiting for the first
touch to undo him. Thin fingers rose, skimming his hips in the jeans
which had slipped in his ascent through the house, and thumbs pressed
into the skin between the denim and his t-shirt. He met Severus' dark
eyes and smiled.

Their
kiss was firm, too rough to be sweet and too hard to be touching, yet
somehow Bill found it both. He instantly melted forward, pressing his
body into Severus', bringing his arms up around his waist, even
though he had not been instructed to do so. The fact that he was not
reprimanded sent a surge of hope through his blood, that that night
there might be the chance for an actual coupling over the usual
commands. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy them, because he wouldn't
have returned for more if he did not, but on days like the one he had
suffered, after meetings like the one they had both just snored
through, there was a need for more.

The
hands which suddenly gripped his back and yanked him closer threw
increased sway to his hopes. Severus tasted of tea beneath his
tongue, which he forced to lick and slide before withdrawing and
batting at a thin lower lip. He tucked his chin in, resting his
forehead against the other man's. His nose brushed against the hooked
counterpart on Severus' face, and let his breath wash over a narrow
face.

“I've
needed that for two hours,” he groaned, closing his eyes and
letting the lashes flutter against Severus' skin. It worked, the grip
about his waist tightened and he was kissed again, deeper, hotter; he
angled his face to the side and exposed his throat. The lips went
there next, sucking down his skin and leaving behind them wet and
reddened marks.

“Bed,”
Severus muttered and Bill walked blindly backwards until he felt the
footboard bump into his arse. With a quick shove Severus had sent him
flying over the top, landing ungracefully with his legs akimbo and
high in the air. He snorted and wriggled his way to lie properly on
the mattress, stretching out his limbs and throwing his arms up over
his head.

In
hindsight, Bill conceded that he should have known better. Before he
could lower his hands, his wrists were
bound by magic, tied together and attached to the wooden frame, bent
at the elbows and resting on pillows which smelt of his hair. Severus
hovered over him for a moment, before throwing one graceful leg over
his belly and straddling there. The pressure caused Bill to suck in a
deep breath and moan at the pain, but he stayed perfectly still,
looking up into glittering dark eyes and waiting.

“And
now... what to do with you this evening,” Severus leant down
and tacked a kiss to his open lips. “If you're that desperate
you won't last five minutes...”
“No,” Bill shook
his head.

“I
don't mind that,” Severus nosed against him. “And who is
to say that you will only finish once? Perhaps we should get it out
of the way... and then our real entertainment can begin.”
“I'm
your entertainment?” Bill tried his hardest to be offended, but
none would blossom in his mind. All he could feel was his cock
responding to the bondage and the look on Severus' face as he sat
above him.

He
chewed into his lip as Severus slowly unbuttoned his jeans and
unzipped him, hooking his fingers into the waistband and digging into
his pants, too. They slid over his hips, ever slender, and revealed
him to the room. There was no shame, only his erection, adorned by
the silver bar that Severus himself had slid through the flesh when
Bill was eighteen and he was twenty-eight. It was probably odd to
celebrate the end of one's school life by getting a genital piercing,
Bill admitted, but between them it was more than that -it was the end
of their dangerous forbidden trysts and the beginning of everything
delicious.

Bill
hardened remembering that night, his last evening of school life.
Severus had stripped him out of his uniform for the last time, extra
slowly, leaving his shirt hanging open as he plunged one hand into
the grey trousers. Bill could feel the cold stone of Severus' office
floor stinging his bare arse, as he let the man prepare him, prepare
the needle and -a shiver ran down his spine as the bar was nudged, as
though Severus had known what he was remembering.

A
cutting spell suddenly sliced through his old t-shirt and Bill
moaned, “Can't you just take my clothes off like a normal
person?”
“Ah, but then you would get away,”
Severus traced a finger through the hair in Bill's left armpit,
feeling the warmth and moisture there before dancing it all the way
to his wrist. The tickle was light but Bill hissed anyway, writhing
his hips into the bed cover.

Severus
smirked and brought his finger down to trace the inked design low on
his hip; the colourful swallow fluttered it's wings and opened it's
beak in a silent tweet to it's partner, tattooed on the other side of
Bill's body, on the back of the opposite hip. The lie he had told
everybody regarding their inspiration was a keen interest in
ornithology and the distance between him and his best friend, which
never stopped the bond travelling through the impossible. Charlie had
raised his eyes at that and told him he was full of bollocks -Bill
had snorted and agreed, knowing he didn't have to explain the meaning
to the one brother who knew his secret.

The
distance had been real, but between he and whom had been the lie.

“No
more?” Severus asked, his dark eyes quickly scanning creamy
skin.

“No,
as you requested,” Bill smiled. “I wouldn't.”
“Good,”
Severus fixed him with a burning gaze for only a second before he
locked it away again. “And now this...” he let the finger
trail down the length of Bill's shaft and onto his balls. Tracing the
crease a smirk sprung onto Severus' lips.

“Head
up,” Severus said suddenly, and reached for the loose band
barely controlling Bill's hair. He let it go, feeling the silk creep
down his neck and flood the pillow as he laid his head back down.
“Much better,” long fingers stroked through the tresses,
fanning them out and arranging them as wanted. There was only one
reason Bill had kept his hair that long in the scorching Egyptian
heat, and it was currently caressing him. Every time his mother
wielded a pair of scissors at him, he winced, wondering how to best
deflect her attention. A stab of guilt hurt his gut for the brutally
short haircut Ron had suffered just before heading back to Hogwarts.

“As
beautiful as ever,” Severus said in a tight voice, as though
the compliment was forced -Bill knew that it was not. At first the
man's manner, his reserved tone and sharp words had hurt, but over
the years, Bill had become immune to it. He heard nothing, and saw
nothing but the look in Severus' eyes, because they were always where
his true emotions lay. That was not to say that the man was not an
expert at hiding how he felt, but Bill had learnt to cope with that,
too.

His
return from Egypt had put a serious dampener on their meetings. In
the confines of his cool, well-spelled flat, he had often stood
whilst Severus rinsed the sand from his body, guiding the water
through his grimy hair until
Bill felt not only human again, but cherished beyond his wildest
imagination. The need for silence in Grimmauld Place stifled them
both, the need for sneaking and for stolen moments drove them insane
with repressed need.

The
Order meetings were hell, sitting across a table from one another,
faces mutually twisted with equally fake disdain. Not every one ended
with Bill tied to the bed as he currently was. Severus bent his head
and began to kiss his belly, nosing through the fuzz there and
dipping his tongue into Bill's navel. After several repetitions he
began to squirm, trying to wriggle free as he knew would be
appreciated. The dark chuckle made him smile up at the canopy as he
pressed his toes against the foot of the bed, arching his middle into
the air and into Severus' face.

“Impatient,”
the man chided, but the tongue which suddenly swamped his piercing
made it worth it; Bill hissed and pressed up again.

“Do
I have to restrict these, too?” Severus hands ran the length of
his legs and caught his ankles in a firm grip, bending them up so
that his feet hung helplessly in the air. A tongue slithered up one
long arch and his cock twitched. A strong forearm pushed back his
calves whilst deft fingers slipped into his crack, tickling and
probing over puckered skin.

“No,”
Bill lowered his eyes. “I'll be good.”
“I don't
like you when you're good,” Severus dropped his legs and
crawled up between them. “I prefer you when you are misbehaved.
Accio.”

Bill
saw the small knife land in the flat palm of Severus' hand and
focussed on it. It was small and the amount of times it had dug into
his skin was countless; it no longer bothered him, as it had at
seventeen. In fact, as the blade flicked out, a thrill went through
him and the thought of another scar, which would be well healed by
the time that Severus left him, made his prick even harder as it
rested thick and fat on the hair at his crotch.

“Where?”
he heard the eager hoarseness in his tone.
“Where do you
want it?” Severus ran the flat of the blade over the skin of
his hip.
“There?”

One
dark eyebrow arched in surprise. “That will hurt.”
“So?”

Making
his eyes shine with defiance, Bill smirked at his victory as the
knife righted in his lover's hand, and, with another burning look,
the blade pressed in.

He
hissed, the sting of the cut hurting, as predicted, and the continual
drag hurt more. It was too close to the bone, but Bill ignored it,
biting into his lip to the point of blood, his cock swelling further.
The knife stopped too soon, but then Bill felt why -the hot glide of
his own life force weeping over his skin. He looked, seeing the
crimson shade dye the freckled cream, running a race towards the
blanket beneath his back.

“Severus,”
he breathed, as the cut began to throb and more blood ran.
“Don't...”
“Afraid mummy will see the stain on
the sheets?” Severus muttered, bending his head. The hot swipe
of the man's tongue over the cut was painful and Bill clenched his
fingers into fists. Severus licked again, swallowing his blood away
with possessive quickness. Bill finally closed his eyes and shivered.
Seconds later he felt the tingle of the healing spell which knitted
the sliced skin back together, though the throb remained. Severus
knew better than to ask him if he wanted salve for it.

“Enough,”
Severus rose finally, swallowing convulsively and stretching out on
top of Bill's body. “And for that, and for the length, no more
for a few months.”
“But-” Bill's plea of protest
was swallowed as willingly as the blood had been, and Severus licked
against his tongue with such ferocity that he knew his argument was
lost.

He
concentrated on rolling his hips up, aligning himself against the
older man's cock and rubbing there. It was hard, whilst his lover was
still fully dressed, but Bill was nothing if not determined, and he
had soon forced them both into a rhythm by throwing his legs up
around slender hips and locking his ankles behind a tight, pert
backside.

Severus
Snape was not conventionally handsome. Bill recognised that he
probably wasn't unconventionally so, either, and that there was a
very great possibility that he was the only man alive that found him
attractive. There was an even greater benefit to that, however, which
he relished as Severus gasped into his ear –it was
that was that the man was his.
Bill liked to think that he wasn't foolish, that he realised the
history and past which, even after nearly eight years, was still
concealed from him, but he hoped that whatever he gave Severus, it
would be enough to keep him coming back.

“I
want to fuck you,” the growl was hard. “I want to fuck
you until you scream.”
“I will,” Bill promised,
sloppily tacking their lips together. “I'll scream your name if
you just...” he arched up and gasped at the new angle he'd
found. “I'll...”

Severus
pulled back and with amazing speed stripped out of his own clothes,
revealing his pale body to the dark of the room. Bill realised then
that he hadn't even got to lighting the candles on his entry, and
that their only light came from the window, beyond which the sky was
dark and cloudy.

“I
want to see you,” he whispered. “The candles...”
“No,”
Severus shook his head, his shoulders slumping slightly.

Greased
fingers slipped beneath his balls again and Bill raised his legs,
keeping them as tight to his chest as he could without his hands grip
with. Moaning when the fingers massaged his perineum and then over
his hole, one breached him and sank to the second knuckle without
stopping. It was tight and hurt, but Bill wasn't complaining. It had
been too long, and their urgency was written in the fact that his
usually fastidious lover had forgone the usual hygiene spell work.

A
second finger worked in quickly, scissoring within and twisting;
Severus' deceptively powerful wrist forced the fingers to spread him
open, and he was gasping far too soon, his cock bouncing eagerly on
his belly.

“That's
enough,” Severus muttered. “All you're getting.”

Bill
wasn't going to complain, he waited, watching nimble fingers slather
summoned gel over a cock he knew as well as his own, and then tensed
unavoidably as Severus lined up. The slice on his hip throbbed with
increasing speed as the pressure built in his hips, and as he was
entered, white sparks burst into his vision.

“Mmmmm,
fuck,” he groaned, pushing down with his muscles and hissing as
Severus slid further in with his aid.

“Such
a good boy,” Severus narrowed his eyes at him, stroking one
hand over Bill's cock. “Always so good. When will I ever
convince you to be bad?”

Bill
just laughed and threw his head back, ignoring the way his shoulders
were aching from his bound position, and let Severus fill him up. As
usual he felt full to splitting, the other man was so large, and he
took deep breaths, trying to quell the almost instant pull of orgasm
which had begun to swirl in his gut.

“Wait,”
Severus said simply, his lips tugging into a cruel smirk. “Not
until I tell you so.”
“Bastard,” Bill hissed
beneath his breath, but the metal of his piercing was tugged.
“What?”

“Nothing!”
he choked, as a finger pressed over the still-painful cut. “Nothing,
I love you!”

He
flushed at his desperation and Severus ignored it, but released the
bar he held and the finger caressed the scar softly before
disappearing completely. When Severus moved, it was gently, rocking
his hips back and forth and round in a circle and in and out and
-”Oh!”

Bill's
yelp was loud as his body tried to fall, tried to finish before he
was willing to let it. He groaned and forced a beg through his teeth.
“Severus, I need to...”
“Wait,” the word
was imperious and utterly frustrating. Bill closed his eyes. “Look
at me.”

With
a low whine, Bill forced his eyelids open and locked gazes with the
man who had been forcing that command since he was seventeen. The
pace picked up and Severus began to slam into him, pounding
ruthlessly into his arse and gripping painfully with his fingers.

Bill
wished they had light, he wanted to see the way Severus' brow would
crease, the way that his lips would contort into a hot sneer as he
fucked his way to orgasm. But for whatever reason, that had been
rejected, and Bill knew there was little point in arguing. Time was
precious and his climax surged again. That time he barely clung on,
panting hard and moaning in continual bursts.

“Hold
on,” Severus whispered again, leaning forward and resting his
weight on Bill's legs. The scar, his cock and his head all began to
pound as one as fingers manipulated the head of his cock, shifting
the bar back and forth
through the pierced channel, pushing him further towards the end.

“Oh
fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” his chant floated off to he canopy and
caused a hitch in Severus' breath. “I can't hold on, I can't, I
can't wait for you I-”

“Now,”
Severus jerked into him once more and Bill loosened the tight coil in
his belly seconds before his come dirtied it, pulsing long and hard
and filthily onto his skin. His cry was choked and a mix of general
satisfaction and his lover's name.

“Ungh!”
his groan on the last shiver caused Severus to moan, and then both of
them stilled, panting in the dark and looking at one another.

As
his body was released, Bill revelled in the feel of wetness flooding
down his passage. He squeezed and enjoyed the oiled sensation before
it all leaked out onto his thighs.

“I
should go,” Severus whispered. “My absences cannot go
unaccounted for.”

“No,”
Bill hissed stubbornly, sitting up and throwing his aching arms
around Severus' slender waist. He pulled him flat to the bed and
rolled onto his side to throw a possessive leg over one hip. “No,
you're going to fucking stay and kiss me,” he roughly took
Severus' lips and licked at them. “And you're going to talk to
me,” he breathed, before gripping tightly with his fingers.

What
he felt beneath them immediately confused him. The skin of Severus'
back, which he knew to be smooth and pale, was laced with raised
bumps. There was no pattern to them. He looked up and saw the brief
fear in Severus' eyes, before he flung his fingers wide, feeling and
finding more.

“What
the fuck?” he breathed, widening his eyes. “Severus,
what's going on?”

Onyx
eyes shuttered behind what Bill knew to be lilac-pale eyelids, but in
the weak light they looked a dirty, unflattering grey. “You
know.”
“I'll fucking kill them,” Bill's temper
roared to life, tingling through his blood and sending manic energy
into his limbs.

“You'll
do no such thing,” Severus muttered tiredly, keeping his head
on the pillow and not even bothering to restrain his hotheaded lover.
“There is nothing you can do but get yourself killed.”
“What
was it?” Bill asked in horror, feeling the still-raised cuts.

“A
whip,” Severus kept his tone even but Bill heard the lie
anyway. “Special sort, laced with Merlin knows what. It's being
dealt with.”
“For how long?” Bill had to ask as
his guts churned.

Severus
didn't answer him, he only repositioned his head slightly on the
pillow and took a deep breath. Bill liked to think that it was a deep
suck of his scent, perhaps to calm the Slytherin's blood, though he
knew he was pushing it.

“For
how long?” he asked again, making his voice firmer.

“I
don't quite know, I wasn't conscious by the end. Happy?”
“I
am anything but fucking happy,” Bill muttered darkly. “This
is...”
“Necessary,” Severus said
simply.
“Barbaric.”

A
dark laugh made his stomach plummet.

“They
are certainly that.”

Bill
was left without words. He moved closer, bringing two dirtied and
softening cocks together, but they both ignored them. The cut on his
hip was protesting as he laid on it, but he ignored that, too.
Reaching out, he brushed some hair away from Severus' eyes, and only
then, as they opened, did he see the hurt in the onyx irises.

“I'm
sorry,” he whispered, leaning close for a kiss. “I wish
there was something I could do.”
“Always trying to
mend everything,” Severus tried to sound disdainful and failed.

Bill
didn't reply, but settled down, keeping Severus close to him. They
simply looked at one another as seconds ticked by.

“I
should go,” Severus murmured sleepily.

“Stay
for a while,” Bill nosed against him.

Eyelids
closed again and Severus was asleep before he could answer. Only then
did Bill let his lips twist into a mute but angry scowl.

The
tension he had managed to release through the course of their fuck
rushed straight back to him, straining his muscles and his mind.
Almost at once, feeling the healing lashes beneath his fingertips, he
was back to breaking point.

Sighing,
he shifted closer, and held Severus in a tight, owning embrace to his
chest.

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