alisanne: Chains of Love (Severus, R)
Title: Chains of Love
Author: alisanne
Rating: R
Prompt Set: (50.2)
Prompt: 007: Chains
Word Count: 816
Summary: This is the power the Dark Lord knows not.
Warnings: Violence, Image linked below is not worksafe.
Notes: Also written for aliciamasters birthday. She asked for a fic centering around one of the Snarry Art Olympics pieces, so I picked The Traitor and his Savior, by cnary_crem_dght
Beta reader: sevfan
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
See my entire Severus prompt table HERE.
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Chains of Love
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“Say nothing,” a voice whispered harshly, and it took Harry a moment to process the instruction. He was blindfolded, and somehow that made things worse.
He ached all over, and oddly enough, it was his sore arse that brought the memories all back in a rush.
The capture, Voldemort holding the Cruciatus, first on Severus, then on him... the former hurting Harry almost as much as the latter... Bellatrix’s insane cackling as she whipped them bloody...
He remembered being dragged to a dungeon and chained to Severus, and Harry assumed that was where he still was. He must have passed out before they’d blindfolded him.
His body, too long in one position, jerked painfully, but he couldn’t move much, chained as he was to Severus.
The sensations trickled in slowly. They were naked, pressed front to front, and Severus’ coarse body hair was tickling him. Harry’s arms were folded up, chained between the bodies, and Severus’ hands rested on the top of his arse, also chained into place.
A soft hand pressed against one of the bruises on his hip, and Harry winced.
“Ah, awake I see,” a smooth voice said, and Harry immediately recognized Lucius Malfoy’s drawling tones.
The hand slid around and pressed firmly between Harry’s arse cheeks. Harry tried to pull away, but he couldn’t go far.
“You’re going nowhere, boy,” Lucius chuckled. “We’ll all have our turn soon enough. You might not be so tight by then, though.”
He pushed a dry finger inside Harry as he spoke, and Harry whimpered in pain.
“What a lovely sssound,” a hissing voice said. “I could get usssed to hearing you beg and ssscream, both of you. Severusss, you especially made sssome lovely sssoundsss.”
Severus shifted, and Harry just managed not to jump as his thumb brushed gently over Harry’s bruised flesh as if in warning. Harry almost whimpered again.
That they had been discovered was all his fault. He had insisted they meet. He’d simply missed his lover too much, the war was taking its toll. Unfortunately, Severus had been followed, and as they’d lain together after a frenzied coupling, they had been all too easily captured.
The others must be frantic, Harry thought. He had not told anyone of his planned rendezvous, knowing they would never have let him go.
And now they were both trapped, Severus outed as a spy, and likely about to killed.
“Be at ease, however,” Lucius continued silkily, pressing that finger firmly into Harry and twisting. “I have used special chains for your incarceration. Heirloom chains that have been passed down in my family. They have special properties, as Severus should remember. I used these on him once before.”
Lucius pulled his dry finger out, and Harry gasped.
“I am bored, Luciusss,” Voldemort hissed. “Make them ssscream.”
Harry heard footsteps moving away, and braced himself.
“Get ready,” Severus whispered, and Harry tensed for he knew not what.
A surge of power, and Harry was... free? He almost didn’t know what to do when the chains dropped away.
“Expelliarmus!” Severus screamed, and by the time Harry had his blindfold off, Severus had a wand, Lucius was on the floor stunned unconscious, and Voldemort was standing, his wand pointed at them.
“You cannot essscape!” the creature cried.
“But I can kill you,” Harry growled. Grasping Severus’ wand hand, he said, voice low and deadly, “Avada Kedavra!”
Voldemort slumped over, and Harry collapsed against him, drained.
“Now we have to get out of here,” he said.
Severus sighed. “Must I do everything?” he asked, and Harry’s mouth twitched.
“What about him?” Harry asked, gesturing towards Lucius.
“What about him? Could you kill him as he lies there now?” Severus asked.
Harry sighed and shook his head.
Severus nodded. “Idealistic Gryffindor,” he said. Pointing the wand once more, he said coldly, “Avada Kedavra.”
Harry turned away, unable to say he had any regret about Lucius’ death.
“Won’t we get in trouble?” he asked.
Severus shrugged. “It was Lucius’ wand,” he said, tossing it towards Lucius’ body. “Accio Severus Snape’s wand!”
His own wand flew into his hand, and the thin lips stretched into a brief smile. They had both seen Harry’s wand get snapped immediately upon capture.
“How did you get us free?” Harry asked.
Severus scowled. “As he said, he used the same chains on me before, but he was not aware that I had... adjusted them. I never did trust him to adhere to a safe word, so I made sure to have an out. It appears he never even noticed my modifications.” He smiled thinly. “This is the first time that I’ve ever been happy that I once allowed Lucius to dominate me,” he said.
“So I can thank your kinky tendencies for the fact that we escaped death?” Harry asked, smirking. “Okay, so when do I get to dominate you?”
Severus’ raised eyebrow was his only answer.
~Fin
Author: alisanne
Rating: R
Prompt Set: (50.2)
Prompt: 007: Chains
Word Count: 816
Summary: This is the power the Dark Lord knows not.
Warnings: Violence, Image linked below is not worksafe.
Notes: Also written for aliciamasters birthday. She asked for a fic centering around one of the Snarry Art Olympics pieces, so I picked The Traitor and his Savior, by cnary_crem_dght
Beta reader: sevfan
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
See my entire Severus prompt table HERE.
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Chains of Love
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“Say nothing,” a voice whispered harshly, and it took Harry a moment to process the instruction. He was blindfolded, and somehow that made things worse.
He ached all over, and oddly enough, it was his sore arse that brought the memories all back in a rush.
The capture, Voldemort holding the Cruciatus, first on Severus, then on him... the former hurting Harry almost as much as the latter... Bellatrix’s insane cackling as she whipped them bloody...
He remembered being dragged to a dungeon and chained to Severus, and Harry assumed that was where he still was. He must have passed out before they’d blindfolded him.
His body, too long in one position, jerked painfully, but he couldn’t move much, chained as he was to Severus.
The sensations trickled in slowly. They were naked, pressed front to front, and Severus’ coarse body hair was tickling him. Harry’s arms were folded up, chained between the bodies, and Severus’ hands rested on the top of his arse, also chained into place.
A soft hand pressed against one of the bruises on his hip, and Harry winced.
“Ah, awake I see,” a smooth voice said, and Harry immediately recognized Lucius Malfoy’s drawling tones.
The hand slid around and pressed firmly between Harry’s arse cheeks. Harry tried to pull away, but he couldn’t go far.
“You’re going nowhere, boy,” Lucius chuckled. “We’ll all have our turn soon enough. You might not be so tight by then, though.”
He pushed a dry finger inside Harry as he spoke, and Harry whimpered in pain.
“What a lovely sssound,” a hissing voice said. “I could get usssed to hearing you beg and ssscream, both of you. Severusss, you especially made sssome lovely sssoundsss.”
Severus shifted, and Harry just managed not to jump as his thumb brushed gently over Harry’s bruised flesh as if in warning. Harry almost whimpered again.
That they had been discovered was all his fault. He had insisted they meet. He’d simply missed his lover too much, the war was taking its toll. Unfortunately, Severus had been followed, and as they’d lain together after a frenzied coupling, they had been all too easily captured.
The others must be frantic, Harry thought. He had not told anyone of his planned rendezvous, knowing they would never have let him go.
And now they were both trapped, Severus outed as a spy, and likely about to killed.
“Be at ease, however,” Lucius continued silkily, pressing that finger firmly into Harry and twisting. “I have used special chains for your incarceration. Heirloom chains that have been passed down in my family. They have special properties, as Severus should remember. I used these on him once before.”
Lucius pulled his dry finger out, and Harry gasped.
“I am bored, Luciusss,” Voldemort hissed. “Make them ssscream.”
Harry heard footsteps moving away, and braced himself.
“Get ready,” Severus whispered, and Harry tensed for he knew not what.
A surge of power, and Harry was... free? He almost didn’t know what to do when the chains dropped away.
“Expelliarmus!” Severus screamed, and by the time Harry had his blindfold off, Severus had a wand, Lucius was on the floor stunned unconscious, and Voldemort was standing, his wand pointed at them.
“You cannot essscape!” the creature cried.
“But I can kill you,” Harry growled. Grasping Severus’ wand hand, he said, voice low and deadly, “Avada Kedavra!”
Voldemort slumped over, and Harry collapsed against him, drained.
“Now we have to get out of here,” he said.
Severus sighed. “Must I do everything?” he asked, and Harry’s mouth twitched.
“What about him?” Harry asked, gesturing towards Lucius.
“What about him? Could you kill him as he lies there now?” Severus asked.
Harry sighed and shook his head.
Severus nodded. “Idealistic Gryffindor,” he said. Pointing the wand once more, he said coldly, “Avada Kedavra.”
Harry turned away, unable to say he had any regret about Lucius’ death.
“Won’t we get in trouble?” he asked.
Severus shrugged. “It was Lucius’ wand,” he said, tossing it towards Lucius’ body. “Accio Severus Snape’s wand!”
His own wand flew into his hand, and the thin lips stretched into a brief smile. They had both seen Harry’s wand get snapped immediately upon capture.
“How did you get us free?” Harry asked.
Severus scowled. “As he said, he used the same chains on me before, but he was not aware that I had... adjusted them. I never did trust him to adhere to a safe word, so I made sure to have an out. It appears he never even noticed my modifications.” He smiled thinly. “This is the first time that I’ve ever been happy that I once allowed Lucius to dominate me,” he said.
“So I can thank your kinky tendencies for the fact that we escaped death?” Harry asked, smirking. “Okay, so when do I get to dominate you?”
Severus’ raised eyebrow was his only answer.
~Fin